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(Older picture of Balladeer/Scaramouche I'm using for reference)
Your powerful roundhouse kick sent the 11th Harbinger to the floor, and you hurled your Serpent Spine claymore at his head, missing it by mere inches as it pierced the ground beside him. A lock of his copper hair slowly floated down to the ground. You smiled for the first time in a long time at the satisfying thud his body made. But it was short lived when an impressed devilish smirk formed on Childe’s face. He tried to get up but you scowled at him and kicked him back down, pressing your heel harder on his chest. His sea blue eyes trailed to your ripped skirt and exposed thigh and he bit his lip.
“Pervert.” You spat and walked away from him. But he was too fast and jumped up, grabbing your long ponytail and pulling you back to him. You yelped at the sudden pain and he whipped you round, his hand lunging at your throat and arm locking around your waist to keep you in place. You glared at him but his eyes lowered to your cleavage and back up at you, flashing you with his signature smile.
“Kiss me.” He breathed, bringing you close to his face. His lips brushed yours but you brought your knee up to his groin, making him fold over and fall to the ground.
“I’d rather die.” You hissed but he laughed as he rolled on the floor, holding his aching part.
“Archons, that makes me want you even more.” He said, winking up at you as he licked his lips.
You yanked your sword back and dismissed it, the giant bone claymore disappearing into thin air.
“Fuck you.” You said and walked out of the training hall.
Balladeer, also known as Scaramouche to lower ranks, was watching from the rafters above and followed you outside. The cold Snezhnaya air helped your breathing return to normal and you leaned your head back, sighing at the sky. Small snowflakes peppered your face as they slowly fell, giving you cool kisses.
“You’ve excelled greatly in such a short time. Impressive.” Balladeer said behind you. His stupid little hat tinkled and the sound irritated you, ruining your rare moment of peace. You just looked at him and started to head back to your room in the Winter Palace. It was a short walk, from the separate training and armory building to the main palace but in your rush to get away from Childe, you forgot your fur lined coat. You didn’t want to run into him again so you endured the harsh cold and jogged to the back entrance near the kitchens. The moment you entered, all chatter ceased as servants bowed and addressed you.
“My lady,” they all murmured as you stalked by, grabbing two bottles of vodka and rushing out. You hated the way they had to address you like that. It felt wrong and reminded you every time that you were a Harbinger. A person who lied, killed, and did anything to get what they want. You became what Beidou fought against all her life, and what she died to...
You once told your personal servants, Ksenia and Sergei, to call you by your real name but they looked at you in fear. They would be beheaded if they were caught addressing you by anything other than “My Lady”. It took them a while to warm up to you, but only in your chambers they spoke to you like friends.
Intricately carved gold plaques that said “13” were stamped to both of the snow white double doors and you pushed them open, the scent of your perfume, fruit and burning candles welcomed you. Your suite, like all the other Harbinger’s, was gigantic and equivalent to a large apartment. Each had a guest bedroom, a master bedroom with a master bathroom, a living room, a small kitchen, and each room had a grand fireplace. The walls were all white with gold detailing. Painted murals decorated the walls and you often found yourself wanting to escape to the peaceful scenery. But escape from this place was impossible.
You took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle, loving the burning feeling as it slid down your throat. Closing your eyes, you sighed happily at the thought of finally being alone. You hated Tuesdays, for the agenda was a long day of training with the most annoying Harbinger, Childe. You were just about to take off your ripped skirt when that familiar tinkle sound echoed in your living room. You whipped around to see Balladeer standing at the entrance, his back leaning against your doors and his arms crossed. You noticed he locked the door behind him, the skeleton key turned horizontally.
His face was expressionless but his eyes told you what he wanted. They sparked as they trailed over your figure hungrily and you knew he was imagining your bare body underneath. You faced him, not saying a word, and slowly walked to the couch in the middle of the room, letting your hair down. You propped your leg up on the couch’s arm, your skirt riding up and exposing your whole thigh. Giving him a show, you unzipped your boots slowly, then turned around and bent over and took your fishnet stockings off, making sure you took your sweet time. You let your skirt drop and flipped your hair back to reveal your bare shoulders. All that was left was your dark purple corset and matching thong. You started to play with the strings in the front of your corset and pulled on them, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly sauntered towards him. One step at a time, your hips moved from side to side as your eyes shot lustful looks at him. He bit his lip and palmed his erection through his pants. You were a foot away when your corset dropped to the floor, and you heard him suck in a breath. You roughly grabbed his wrists and forced him to place his hands on your breasts, his indigo eyes widened and flicked down to them.
“Is this what you came here for?” you said in a sultry voice, cocking your head and staring him down. You grabbed his hat and threw it on the floor and the light from the warm candles lit and accentuated the features on his handsome face.
“Yes mistress...I missed you.” Balladeer murmured as he took a nipple in his mouth. You conditioned him to address you as his mistress and the combination of his voice and his tongue on you, made your head tilt back and eyes close in pleasure. Then, you roughly pushed his shoulder down and made him drop to his knees. In one swift move, you hooked a leg over his shoulder and looked down at him, smirking. You grabbed a handful of his navy hair and used it to pull his face to your womanhood. He licked his lips and rubbed your thighs with his hands.
“Please me.” You commanded, your voice echoing in the big living room. You let him take you, imagining the whole time it was Childe who was touching and inside you...
As Beidou’s adopted daughter, you were trained the second she took you in when you were 14. She taught you for five years in combat, negotiation skills, mastering different weapons and everything else you needed to learn to eventually take over as Captain of The Crux one day. But Signora and Childe ruined that shared dream of you and your mother’s on your 19th birthday when they murdered her and the whole crew right before your eyes due to an old grudge.
Signora did most of the work, cutting through Beidou’s electric shield with her cryo powers like it was nothing. Beidou put up a fight and refused to go down but she was greatly outnumbered. Childe, in a way, protected you from the fight but it was by holding you back and preventing you from saving your mother. She died in your arms, her last words haunt you still to this very day.
“You will be great.”
Her crimson blood was on your hands and body as she took her last breath. Sometimes when you close your eyes, the image of it all comes back to you as if you were reliving it. The worst part was that you still couldn’t mourn her death since Childe ripped you away from her. Saying that you were too pretty to die, he kidnapped you and set the Alcor on fire and you watched it sink behind the Guyun Stone Forest. As anger and rage like you’ve never felt before consumed you, the sky above the sea blacked and lighting struck the ground you stood on. It hit Childe and the Fatui agents around, sending them flying a few feet back but you weren’t affected at all. Instead, a purple glowing electro vision appeared on your chest, dangling from a gold necklace made of cor lapis. Serpent Spine was propped in the sand in front of you, a claymore as tall as you that was made of the bones of the sea monster Beidou defeated when she received her vision. Before you could use it, your vision was taken from you by Childe. Since it was his choice to steal you for himself, he was commanded to train you, forcing you to become part of the Fatui.
Your fighting skills not only impressed all the Harbingers, but also Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon. You, along with the 11 other Harbingers didn't expect her to make you the 13th Harbinger. There were originally 11 but the 12th one, like you, was still in training. You heard he was from an ancient world, one forgotten in Teyvat. Servants said he was powerful and didn't need to wield a vision to use powers. It has been two long years since that fateful day and two long years you’ve been in the hands of the Fatui.
The dragon tattoo on your left forearm that was the same carved dragon that protected the ship burned every time you thought about your mother. But the Rex lapis dragon tattoo on your right forearm reminded you that you were strong and would get through whatever they made you do. Beidou got matching tattoos with you a month before she was killed. Besides her dull, empty vision, that was the only thing you had left to remember her by.
Childe knew about you and Balladeer and claimed the only reason he was sleeping with you was because you reminded him of a girl he literally went insane for a few years ago in Mondstadt. But you didn’t care. You had no emotional ties to the man and you both knew it was just a physical relationship. More for your benefit than his; you let him touch you and please you but you never returned the favor. But that just made him want you even more. You vowed that after you were done using him, you’d kill every Fatui and Harbinger in Teyvat if it was the last thing you did in this world.