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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In the dimly lit meeting room, Pierro sat at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping across the assembled Harbingers. The heavy silence that filled the room was almost suffocating, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone present. Pantalone, Childe, Columbina, Arlecchino, Sandrone, and Capitano sat in their usual places, each of them awaiting Pierro’s words, though they could already sense the gravity of what he was about to reveal.
Dottore was absent, likely still tending to Y/n’s wounds in his lab, which only added to the tension. Pierro’s eyes flickered to the door for a moment, as if expecting the deranged scientist to barge in, but he remained focused on the task at hand.
With a deep breath, Pierro finally spoke, his voice low and firm. “Y/n was attacked earlier today.”
Pantalone’s normally composed expression darkened, and Capitano’s eyes narrowed behind his mask.
Pierro raised a hand, signaling for silence. “It was his ex-husband, as I have already told you.”
A cold chill swept through the room, the temperature seeming to drop as the words sunk in. Arlecchino, sitting near the edge of the table, gritted her teeth, her fists tightening in anger.
Pierro’s voice remained steady as he continued, recounting the attack with brutal clarity. “Y/n was walking through the city when his ex-husband followed him, attacking him in an alley. The man beat him senseless, attempting to make him pass out.”
He paused, his fists tightening in his lap as he remembered the sight of Y/n, bloodied and barely conscious. “By the time I arrived, Y/n was on the ground, screaming. I intervened and dealt with the ex-husband.”
“He is locked in the dungeons,” Pierro addes coldly. “I made sure of that personally. Dottore will see to him soon.”
Pantalone leaned forward, his brow furrowing. “What of Y/n? How is he?”
Pierro’s eyes softened just slightly. “Dottore is tending to him now. He was in rough shape—broken bones, severe bruising. But he’ll recover.”
Columbina’s soft voice broke the tense silence. “How could this have happened? How did he find Y/n?”
Pierro sighed, running a hand over his face. “It appears Y/n’s ex-husband has been looking for him ever since Y/n disappeared. Once he found out Y/n was in Snezhnaya… he came for him.”
Arlecchino’s hands trembled with fury. “We should have killed him the moment we knew about the abuse.”
“There was no way of knowing he would follow Y/n this far,” Pierro said, his voice laced with regret. “But it won’t happen again. He won’t get out of that dungeon alive.”
Childe slammed his hand on the table, his usual playful demeanor replaced by cold fury. “He better not. If Dottore doesn’t tear him apart, I will.”
