Fatui harbingers x male reader
Teyvat is like a Tree. As rooted to earth as a tree.
Y/n is like water. Water can push it's way even through walls, and when trapped, water makes a new path.
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The living room of Zapolyarny Palace was buzzing with low murmurs as a few of the Harbingers gathered, discussing recent developments in their various missions. Pantalone was seated elegantly in an armchair, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes reflecting an amused glint as he listened to Sandrone and Capitano discuss tactical movements. Tartaglia was nearby, sharpening his weapons with a focused expression, though his mind seemed elsewhere.
The peaceful atmosphere was disrupted when a maid entered the room, her face tight with urgency. The Harbingers fell silent immediately, all eyes turning to her.
"Apologies for the interruption," the maid began, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "But I have important news. Arlecchino’s house… it was attacked, burned down. She’s here now in the kitchen, along with Y/N."
At the mention of the incident, every Harbinger exchanged glances, the room now thick with anticipation. They had known Arlecchino long enough to understand that this sort of attack wouldn’t be taken lightly, and the fact that Y/N was involved only heightened their interest.
Without another word, they rose to their feet, making their way toward the kitchen.
As they approached, the first thing they heard was Arlecchino’s voice—sharp, angry, and laced with frustration. When they entered, they found her pacing back and forth, her eyes burning with barely contained fury. She was speaking rapidly to a lower-ranking Fatui officer, demanding answers, while the officer struggled to maintain composure, scribbling notes as he tried to keep up.
Y/N sat in a nearby chair, his knees pulled to his chest. He looked small and vulnerable, his delicate form dressed only in his sleepwear. His clothes were torn in places, revealing small wounds and scrapes that marred his pale skin. His face was a mixture of confusion and exhaustion, his eyes wide and distant as if still trying to process what had happened. He held himself tightly, trying to find warmth in the cold air of the palace, a soft shiver running through his body.
As the Harbingers stepped into the room, their presence commanding, Arlecchino barely spared them a glance, too absorbed in her anger. "I want to know who did this," she snapped at the Fatui officer. "I don't care how long it takes, find them."
The Harbingers exchanged looks, assessing the situation. Tartaglia frowned, clearly annoyed by the news. "Burned down?" he muttered under his breath. "Who would dare attack Arlecchino’s territory?"
Pantalone, ever calm, folded his arms as he observed the scene. "Whoever it is, they’ve made a grave mistake."
Meanwhile, Dottore’s sharp eyes were already fixed on Y/N. He was the only one to step forward, ignoring the conversation between Arlecchino and the Fatui officer. He crouched down in front of Y/N, his unsettling smile tempered by a strange look of curiosity.
