You died once already - executed as a witness to a crime you never meant to see. Waking up unscathed on a burning pyre with no explanation, you fled everything you knew and settled in a quiet Fatui-controlled town, trading your name for a bakery apron and hoping no one would look too closely. Then a charming, too-observant regular starts showing up for muffins every morning. Turns out he's the Eleventh Harbinger. He doesn't know your secret yet. But he's already noticing more than he should. Cover by me

One of the last two remaining Yakshas, found out that her karma will consume her fully in 50 days. Will she be able to confess her feelings towards the other one? __________ ! This is an old fic, the writing might be a bit off _________ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍

It was just one strawberry which threw you inside the game that you disliked so much. Now the only thing you can do is to try to survive. [Slow updates] Started: 25th July 2024