Psycho_Indicies
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It’s a busy day in the Palais Mermonia, although that’s nothing new for Neuvillette. Even the level of busyness, both in general and for him personally, isn’t new anymore. It’s a busy day, but it’s also a perfectly normal day. It also happens to be a loud day. For whatever reason, the emotions in the water have slipped through the mental barrier he’s carefully crafted over centuries, ringing around in his head and demanding to be heard and paid attention to. He’s not sure why; he’s not any more stressed than usual and he’s been handling himself well. Maybe there was another crack that he missed, that he couldn’t patch over in time. He should be better at catching them by now, but… well, it doesn’t really matter after the fact, does it?
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The prophecy of Fontaine has come and gone, everything is slowly going back to normal, or as close to normal as it can get. But for Neuvillette, 'normal' is a chaos in his mind usually kept at bay. A chaos that every so often breaks through his barriers and sends him spiraling. A chaos that has chosen to break through now.
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- Part 6 of Stories of a Sovereign
- Part 5 of Wriolette my Beloved
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22 Jul 2026
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absolute gut punch of a fic but beautifully written argh... a bit too relatable, i will admit i teared up quite a bit. perfect division of hurt/comfort, especially the dissociation being so accurate TT
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Ever since being declared both Deacon of the Church, but their Herald of Barbatos, too, Dahlia has fallen into a routine. He halfheartedly bats his hands at the sunlight that crosses over his eyes in the morning, standing from his bed to stretch, then proceeds to dress in his Church attire—brushing his hair, and carefully rubbing a paste across his fangs, before sending out a quick morning prayer that usually has a breeze kick up in the room to ruffle at the hair he had just done. After that, he opens the door to his house, and makes his way through the streets of Mondstadt; having far made it a habit to take note of everyone that he passes by.
Today was supposed to be another usual, normal day for him, too.
It goes on to be anything but.
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To Barbatos, everyone who lives in Mondstadt, or has Mondstadter blood in them:
Is his child.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a full grown adult. To Barbatos, you’re one of his precious children.
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Presenting:The Several times Venti “parent’s” the people of Mondstadt like a worried, doting mother while unknowingly (obliviously) putting his own identity on the line.
Enjoy!