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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Y/N sat at his desk, the soft glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the room as he delicately folded the last paper in front of him. His hands moved with precision and care, though his mind felt a little weary from the hours he had spent perfecting the design. It had been a peaceful evening—one of the few quiet moments he cherished within the bustling palace. Outside, the world had already sunk into the deep hues of night, the palace grounds bathed in the silvery glow of the moon.
He leaned back slightly, looking over his handiwork. A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Before him lay a beautifully crafted paper hummingbird—its wings intricately folded into six delicate shapes. The bird’s form was almost alive, as if it could take flight any moment. Y/N let out a quiet, almost triumphant sigh.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was his. His not-so-masterpiece masterpiece, as he liked to call it. And more importantly, it reminded him of her—Columbina. He couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something about the way the hummingbird symbolized her. Fragile yet powerful, graceful yet filled with a quiet strength. The six wings had been a nod to her unique presence, her ethereal voice that seemed to echo through the halls like a bird in flight.
Y/N carefully turned the small hummingbird in his hands, admiring its delicate form. It was only fair, he thought, to give her something in return. After all, she had gifted him the two paper doves—beautiful creations that sat on his windowsill, reminding him that even in the coldest corners of Snezhnaya, there was still beauty and art.
With a sense of purpose, Y/N stood from his desk, cradling the paper bird gently in his hands. He felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. Columbina was in the palace tonight, along with Pulcinella and Arlecchino. Most of the other Harbingers were away on missions, so the palace felt emptier than usual, the quiet amplifying every sound. It was the perfect time to find her and offer his gift.
As he stepped into the hallway, the dim lighting added a serene ambiance to the palace’s otherwise formidable atmosphere. He made his way toward the wing where he knew Columbina liked to spend her evenings, sometimes wandering the halls, other times humming her eerie yet enchanting melodies. It wasn’t hard to locate her—her presence had a certain pull to it, like a song drawing you in from afar.
Eventually, Y/N found himself outside one of the more secluded rooms in the palace, where he could hear the faintest hum of a melody drifting from within. Columbina, as always, seemed to be lost in her own world, her voice soft and haunting, as though she were singing to the stars.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, gripping the small hummingbird a little tighter in his hands. Would she like it? Would she understand what he was trying to say with this simple gift? He wasn’t used to giving gifts, especially not to someone as enigmatic as Columbina. But before he could second-guess himself further, he knocked softly on the door.
