Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Aug 2011
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.
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22 Jan 2022
The inscription on his casket plainly displays a canned statement that does nothing to highlight the value of the man.
CHILDE - TARTAGLIA
11th OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS
NOBLE SON AND BRAVE SOLDIER OF
HER HIGHNESS, THE TSARITSA
Pitiful, Zhongli thinks. Insufficient for who he truly was.
A one-shot of a darker, more deranged take on how a certain archon might react to the harbinger's passing.
🔶💧 (not explicit)
Though, when Zhongli had stumbled across the sight of his wife, wearing the scent of their adversarial children like another layer of skin, he was immediately overcome with rage and jealousy.
Zhongli felt something similar to when a contract was breached.
“Mr. Zhongli. You’ve heard of him?”
That funeral consultant in town. He’s had a few dealings with the Fatui. An odd job or two. The parlor director had chastised them for bringing in too much business. It must be how he and Tartaglia met. He's an eccentric man. Particular and precise. Seems a bit stuffy for Tartaglia’s type.
The Fatui soldier scoffs. “How could I not with him moaning out his name all the time. Never says anything about it, though. Do you think he even realizes-?”
They both laugh. For one with such talent and power, their Harbinger can be willfully blind.
“That he has it bad?”
Or, Childe brings a little too much conspicuous pining for a certain Liyue funeral consultant into his regularly scheduled Fatui fuckfest.
It's Christmas Eve and Zhongli and Ajax plan to spend the whole day together. Though Zhongli has something special planned for that night, something he's been getting ready for for a whole year.
Warning: syrupy sweet fluff