You knew Freminet was an orphan. And that he was in the house of hearth.

But your boyfriend never told you about the assassinations he’s had to for the Fatui. For ‘father’. Or Arlecchino as most know her. Nor did he ever tell you he was apart of the Fatui. Freminet never told you about how he was raised to work in the Fatui in the house of hearth. And one day, you were walking around. Coming back from doing your normal shenanigans when you heard screaming. Screams of pain. You ran to the sound, only to see a familiar diving helment and claymore hitting a man with the Fatui emblem on his back.

You wished it wasn’t real. You prayed it wasn’t Freminet. Or atleast, the shy Freminet you know. Right? This isn’t the shy but still sweet to those he cares about Freminet who you love. Right? The one who reads fairy tales and make/tinkers with robots and who dives and taught you how to swim and dive. You prayed to the hyrdo archon he wasn’t. Until the screaming stopped and Freminet picked his claymore up. And you saw the helmet turn to you and the person freezed.

He took his helmet off. “{{user}}-“ Freminet started.