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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Childe quietly entered Y/N's room, carrying a tray with a warm breakfast. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, looking distant, his eyes slightly puffy from tears. Childe placed the tray in front of him with a small, encouraging smile.
"Here," Childe said softly, "I made sure it’s your favorite."
Y/N gave him a weak nod and began eating slowly, but the usual joy he found in food seemed absent. He chewed methodically, staring at the plate, lost in thought. Childe watched, heart aching at how fragile Y/N seemed in that moment.
Unable to bear it anymore, Childe gently reached out, cupping the side of Y/N’s face. “Hey…” he whispered.
Y/N looked up at him, his eyes still clouded with sadness. Before Y/N could say anything, Childe leaned forward and began pressing soft kisses all over Y/N’s face—on his cheeks, his forehead, even the tip of his nose. Each kiss was gentle, filled with tenderness that caught Y/N by surprise.
Y/N blinked, eyes wide in shock as Childe continued to plant the soft kisses all over his skin, as if trying to erase the pain from his heart. After a moment, Y/N’s lips trembled, his eyes growing glassy again, but this time the tears didn’t come from sadness.
Childe pulled back slightly and whispered, “You’re not alone, Y/N. You’re loved. So, so loved.”
Y/N stared at him, the words sinking deep into his heart, loosening the tight knot of fear and sorrow that had weighed him down.
Childe cupped his face more firmly now, his thumbs brushing away the stray tear that escaped Y/N’s eye. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. We’re here for you. I’m here for you.”
Y/N’s lips parted, as though he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he just leaned into Childe’s touch, allowing himself to feel the comfort and warmth that had been absent for so long.
Childe pressed one last kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “You’re safe now,” he murmured against Y/N’s skin. “No one’s going to hurt you again.”
Y/N slowly closed his eyes, the exhaustion from everything catching up to him. He felt safe—maybe for the first time in a long while. As Childe held him close, Y/N felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as broken as he once believed.
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In the dimly lit confines of his laboratory, the constant whir of machinery and the scent of burning metal filled the air. Dottore was hunched over his latest project—Scaramouche, the puppet of the Raiden Shogun, disassembled on the table in front of him like a complicated puzzle. Wires hung loosely from the puppet’s exposed chest, sparking occasionally as Dottore carefully tinkered with his internal systems. Every once in a while, Scaramouche’s eyes would flicker to life for a brief moment, only to fade again as Dottore shut down the electrical impulses in order to proceed without interruption.
