The Fatui's Communal Wife
"My dearest eleventh, you have done enough for my ideals. However, perhaps you can satisfy them as well? They need your devotion too."
"Your majesty, I beg your pardon?" Childe's eyebrows narrowed, his eyes glued to the icy cold floors. He kneels under his majesty's grace, bows at her elegance, and quivers under the weight of her words- those which spares no mercy. Is he going to be executed for failing her expectations? He blinked, unsure if he heard those words right.
He'd been lost in the maze of thoughts until footsteps clicked, reverberating through the halls, as pairs of eyes gazed around him, like predators circling around their prey. The reflection on the floor laughs at his misery, knowing full well he's cornered and held captive in the eyes of the beholder. He sees their amusement displayed so publicly-yet he could do nothing in front of the Tsaritsa, not when she's on their side instead of his.
"Let me rephrase it to you. You will be serving as the communal wife of all Fatui Harbingers. "
[this fic is not abandoned! Small hiatus only, updates at random]