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    It is said that with a single flap of butterfly’s wings can change the world. Teyvat hung in the balance after Liyue was almost swept into the Sea of Ghosts. A Harbinger starts to doubt his purpose as his eyes turn to the Traveller. Lumine wished her feminine wiles didn't attract such dangerous men.
    Series of shorter works/smut.

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  13. 17 Dec 2020

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  16. 13 Dec 2020

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    Once inside the Harbinger let out a loud whistle at how opulent these lodgings were. Signora really had spared no expense for few days of her trip. Clicking his tongue, he shook his head, how lax of his peers to underestimate proper security. He saw agents and diplomatic personnel milling about in the field, while the receptionist was chatting quite amicably with an agent that had nothing better to do than lounge around.

    If he stood there, then surely no one would notice the Harbinger waiting. Slowly walking through the lobby there was a gnawing wish that someone would prove him wrong in their utter lack of care. Perhaps they thought that the lone guard outside would deter even the most nefarious opposing forces.

    What if Childe had been a spy from Favonius or a particularly nefarious creation of the Abyss? The red and gold décor would be painted in the crimson shade of blood, before no one was wise enough to the danger that surrounded them. Making his way to the receptionist, the saw the eyes of the onlookers were slowly drawn to the ginger male, who seemed not to mind the attention at least one bit.

    “Who do you think you are?” the masked moron asked, chest puffed out. Tartaglia noted that the receptionist seemed more interested in him than the man who had been chatting her up before.

    “Above your paygrade” he drew his mask from his jacket, making the man retreat in haste, immediately the receptionist paled and scrambled to seem as professional as possible.

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