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ALIEN BLUES | PANTALONE

summary: a stressful day of dealing with the snezhnayan aristocracy leads to the challenge of you trying to convince your lover to come to bed and rest.

genre: not rlly sure how to categorize this, light angst, it’s mostly hurt/comfort i suppose

warnings: none, mentions of chronic illness, unedited (not run thru grammarly and partially written on my phone)

wordcount: 2.4k

notes: in honor of pantalone losing my poll i wrote a little thing for him. jk that's not rlly why i just wanted to. @saintdainsleif @mxnjiros @dxlucs @manjiroscum @suyacho @no3tis @dynalite @tokyometronetwork

When it comes down to it, the Regrator will always be a beggar boy playing dress-up--draped in the finest of silks, donning the most expensive gems, drowning in wealth, and yet still the court jester in the eyes of the old-blooded nobles of Snezhnaya. 

You watched him carefully from where you were curled up in your shared bed, eyes heavy and lips tugging downward. He was tired. You could tell from the way his eyes drooped and his shoulders were slumped. His skin was paler than usual, a sickly sort of pale that had your throat tight with worry. 

“Do not look at me like that,” Pantalone’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, taut with stress. He didn’t even have to look away from his parchment to know you were staring. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not giving you my pity,” you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees, tucked beneath the thick blankets. Outside, the harsh wind rattled against the glass of the window of Pantalone’s room, you could see the ice spreading across the bottom of the window.

“I do not need your lies either,” his voice was sharper this time. His gaze drew up from the desk, finally, violet eyes trained on you in a way that you knew was meant to be a warning, but it found itself rather ineffective considering the dark bags beneath them weighed his gaze down to the point he could barely hold them open, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose.

“Join me in bed,” you said softly, hand slipping from beneath the cover so you could hold it out toward him. He shook his head, ready to look back at his letter, but you spoke again before he could pry his gaze from you. “I’m cold.”

Pantalone did not seem convinced, eyes dragging from your form to the fireplace blazing on the wall opposite the bed. 

“Please,” you tried again. “I really am cold, come feel my hands.”

“You’re never cold,” Pantalone murmured, but you couldn’t help the giddiness that built in your stomach as he pushed the chair back, wood dragging against wood as he rose to his feet and slowly made his way toward you. “You’re like your own personal furnace.”

His fingers were freezing, you realized, as the tips brushed your palm, but you didn’t let the shock of the sudden cold show, instead you wrapped your fingers around his, tugging gently to pull him on the bed with you. 

He followed too easily, knees hitting the mattress next to your hips as you laid back against the soft pillows, hovering over you. He was always docile after days like this--where he spent the morning, afternoon, and night dealing with the elite of Snezhnayan society, the nobles that the Fatui were forced to deal with in order to retain peace amongst the people. He had never gotten along well with any of the Snezhnayan nobles, an orphan born on the streets of Naveretrov on the Fontaine border, something that the blue bloods loved to make a mockery of, knowing there was little the Harbinger could do in retaliation lest he start a civil war or find himself being made an example of at the hands of the Tsaritsa. 

They called him the Begger King when he was within earshot, and they called him worse when he was out of earshot, spreading nasty rumors about how he had managed to pull himself from the troughs of poverty that ranged from selling his body to selling his soul. You didn’t know how much truth there was to any of the rumors, and you never cared enough to ask, whatever Pantalone had to do to survive was his business and his alone--the scars that littered his body were reminder enough. He didn’t need you, of all people, reopening old wounds. The nobles did enough of that. 

And there was nothing that could be done about it until the Fatui was in a stronger position, one that could solidify their position in Snezhnaya. Internal politics were complicated—they had the support of the Tsaritsa, but the Tsaritsa did not have the support of her people, and they could not risk an internal revolt when planning rebellion against the heavens. The people looked to the nobles for guidance and leadership, and the nobles were livid at the idea of the Fatui trying to usurp their influence. It was a game of politics, for now, and the nobles took advantage of their secured position, trying to flaunt their superiority to the Harbingers.

They would regret it before long. 

You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently and running your thumb over his chapped lips. Pantalone’s eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheek as he kissed your right palm, and then your left.

“Rest with me,” you said, swallowing thickly as Pantalone leaned his face into your touch. You could feel him start to shake his head. “Please. Just for a bit.”

“I’m busy,” Pantalone said, and your own eyes slid shut as he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours softly, but only for a moment--just enough for you to catch the faint taste of iron on his lips. “I’ll join you in bed soon.”

‘Soon’ would be dawn, you had played this game with him numerous times before. The Harbinger would rather spend the hours he should be sleeping slaving away at his work than be late on an invoice or a letter for the Snezhnayan nobles, giving them more ammunition to use against him. 

But you couldn’t let him do that--not this time. The thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the iron on his lips, the sickly pallor and cold skin, and the way he was trying to hide the way his breath was labored. 

His illness was acting up again, badly this time. 

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite: his cursive was pretty, but not the antique sort of pretty that most of the old blood Snezhnayan nobles wrote in, it was sloppy in some areas, and too jagged in others; his way of speaking, too, was not something that was commonly found in wealthy Snezhnayans--he was careful to mask it when he was around others but whenever he was too exhausted from work, too tired to keep up the mask, you could hear the strange way his voice dipped, the more informal speech patterns.

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite just as the Regrator would never be like the rest of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Years of barely surviving on the streets, unable to get the correct medications when he fell ill, left his body vulnerable and prone to illnesses, his lungs weak and his heart at risk. It came in waves: some days he was perfectly fine, able to keep up with Tartaglia easily when he trained; other days, he could barely push himself out of bed without his lungs giving out. The Regrator’s station came from his ability to keep the coffers full, not from his combat prowess, something that Arlecchino enjoyed pointing out. 

“One more mistake and you lose your place,” she mocked. “Perhaps your head too. Good luck preventing the coffers from drying during the winter again. Her Majesty will not be so gracious a second time.”

“I love you,” you said, and you hated how your voice cracked, and you hated even more how Pantalone looked away. He had always known you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were thinking.

“I don’t want your pity,” he said again, but there was no heat behind his words as he stared at the fireplace, you watched the flames flicker against his glasses, reflecting in the violet of his eyes.

“You will be of no use to anyone tomorrow if you let this get worse,” you said, sitting up to brush a stray curl from out of his eyes. “Another day with the elites. You have to be on-“

“I know,” Pantalone interrupted, voice harsh. He shut his eyes for a second before repeating himself, softer this time. “I know. I’m not tired yet.”

You studied him for a moment, eyes tracing the dark bags beneath his eyes, but when your gaze met his, you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the way his mind was racing, the furthest place from sleep he could get. It didn’t matter how much his body tired physically, he would never sleep when he couldn’t shut off his mind.

“Lay with me then,” you offered. “At least allow your body to rest, even if your mind can’t.”

“I do not like being idle,” Pantalone refused, shaking his head. 

You leaned up, kissing the corner of his lips. “Tell me about what’s happening tomorrow,” you said quietly. “We won’t sleep until we’ve shut that pretty head of yours off.”

Pantalone let out a noise akin to a scoff but for a second, his eyes brightened in amusement. 

He had always been weak to praise.

Your arms tightened around his shoulders and Pantalone didn’t try to fight it when you pulled him to lay flush against you, the feathered pillows fluffed around your head. You slid his glasses off of his face as he rested his head against your chest, raising your hand to his hair to card your fingers through the dark locks, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“It’s just another day of meetings,” Pantalone said. “You know how they go. I offer plans that will strengthen the economy so we can survive the winter, they shoot them down for being too radical all the while belittling me.”

You sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. His eyes fluttered shut on instinct as he relaxed into you.

“I can talk to my father-“ you tried to offer, but Pantalone’s eyes were back open in an instant, cold and hard and trained on you. You sighed, already knowing what he was going to say but trying anyway, “He can help.”

“I don’t want help,” Pantalone said tightly, voice harsh. “Much less from blue blooded scum like him.” 

You went quiet, not sure how to respond. You understood his resentment against the nobles but… sometimes he was harsh, and you didn’t particularly care for your father but sometimes it was hard to remember that his words weren’t directed toward you, the venom behind them blinding. Pantalone seemed to have realized the implications of what he had said right away.

“I’m sorry,” Pantalone said after a moment. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you sighed.

“Well, I meant it about him,” Pantalone corrected. “I just didn’t mean it about-“

“I know,” you stressed. “We’re supposed to be lulling you to sleep, not getting you riled up.”

“And whose fault is that?” Pantalone murmured but he was already letting his eyes slide shut again, so you decided to just drop it.

… Kind of.

“You should at least let Dottore-“

“Do not involve Dottore.”

Pantalone was now stiff in your arms, eyes sharp and alerts like a cornered deer. 

“They won’t say anything when he’s around,” you tried to convince him—anything to not have him torn down all day when he was already dealing with his illness. 

It was to no avail.

“I don’t care. I can handle this myself,” Pantalone said. “Do you understand?”

“… Yeah,” you finally agreed. “Yeah, I understand.”

He studied you for a moment, desperate to ensure you weren’t just talking to get him to shut up, even though he knew very well you would never do something that would make him uncomfortable. Once he got what he was looking for, he settled down again, melting in your touch. 

It was a comfortable silence that the two of you rested in, the flames crackling in fire place and the wind rattling the glass. The near argument had exhausted him, you could tell from the way his breath was a bit too heavy and a bit too shaky.

You would try to wake up before him in the morning, which would be a feat in itself considering he was usually up at the crack of dawn. You wanted to run down to the kitchens and have them cook up the herbal remedy that would ease the aches of his sickness… if only long enough to survive the meetings with the nobles.

Lost in thought, you were caught off guard as thin fingers wrapped around your own, giving a gentle squeeze to your hand.

“Thank you,” Pantalone murmured. 

You watched him, studying him for a moment, the way his expression was lax and his body was free of any tenseness as he looked up at you with lidded eyes, finally on the verge of sleep. He could only ever look so at ease when he was wrapped up in your arms.

Thank you for bearing with me when I’m difficult. Thank you for dealing with the bouts of hostility. Thank you for looking out for me because I can’t do it myself. Thank you for loving me, you’re the first person who ever has.

All of the things that he would never be able to tell you out loud swam behind the violets of his eyes as he looked up at you—for as much as Pantalone was the silver tongue of the Fatui, it became twisted and tangled whenever it came to expression any emotion besides anger and resentment… especially around you. You could only give him a small, pained smile.

“Your stubbornness will be the death of you,” you said softly, running your fingers through the thick, black hair. And it was not a figurative saying or exaggeration—it would kill him, he’d push himself until he was on death’s door and then he would keep pushing, trying to prove his worth to people who would never accept him. You were watching him kill himself and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Pantalone didn’t respond, but his eyes didn’t meet yours this time, the closest thing to acknowledging that you might be right. Your throat felt swollen as you kissed the top of his head again, holding him just a bit tighter as he finally began to doze off in your arms. 

pantalone writes to you and never sends the letters.

he writes to you and never sends them for many reasons, not the least of which being that without an address to direct them they’d be lost to the bitter howling winds of his beautiful, frigid homeland and that he’s half convinced you’ll never grace his life with your brilliant presence again. he writes to you and never sends them because he cannot take the thought of you (not even you; especially you) seeing the chicken scratch he begins with, the rough, choppy lines of his just-budding script. he writes to you and never sends them because he pours his heart into the ink and the words, the words which begin just as simple and unrefined as the lettering but become flowery, elegant (desperate, fervent, covetous and salacious and ignominious) confessions as time moves on.

he perfects his form, the art of the love letter, for you—just as he learns to balance books and pours through economic theory for you, just as he fills his coffers and rises in the ranks for you. so that when he finally finds you again, after so many years of searching and yearning and preparing, he can court you properly the way he’d always hoped he could back when he was a pauper on those cold, ruthless streets. he writes you new ones with that perfected swirling penmanship that graces the very financial documents making up the bones of snezhnaya’s economic prosperity, whispers sweet nothings to you that none would suspect an eminent fatui harbinger capable of with pen and ink on parchment using that eloquent grace which charms businessmen into signing away their livelihoods, and gives them to you in person until he finally, truly has you. everything has been for you. it’s always been for you.

that’s why he can’t bring himself to burn those unsent letters on the eve of your move into his manor, years since he first found you again. they’re yours, he hasn’t a right to destroy them; but he hasn’t the valor to give them to you, either. he bundles them up neatly with a pretty silk ribbon and squirrels them away in his study, and deep in his heart—though his mind refuses to believe it—he knows (hopes, he might correct himself, if he were a wise enough man to admit it) that you’ll find them eventually.

months in, therefore, he can’t find it within himself to be surprised when he comes home to find you in his study.

you’re more meddlesome than most assume he'd care for—but your brain is one of the countless things he covets about you, and despite a desire to keep you safe he could never bar you from any aspect of himself. you will always be a welcome sight in his study, at his side. perhaps you'd been waiting for his return home to greet him. perhaps you’d intended to hide away his work as you do so often when you’re feeling neglected. perhaps those letters called to you, rightfully yours as they are. it hardly matters.

what matters is he opens the door and sees you on the floor, precious silk skirts of your dress pooling around your form where you kneel with those letters scattered about you. with two in your lap, and one in your hand, you look up at the sound of the door opening to see him standing there—your free hand covers your slack mouth, your eyes wide and filled with tears.

he makes for you on instinct, all but stumbling over his feet as he falls to his own knees before you, dropping the paperwork he’d taken home without thought for the way it flutters to the floor in favor of reaching out and cupping your face in his hands. thumbs reach out to wipe away your tears, neck bows to press his forehead to yours, body curls in to hold you; you melt against him as he does you, breath shaky as you inhale.

and then he’s kissing you. it isn’t deep or heavy but chaste, calming. a firm press of lips against yours, and then another, then another and another and ever more until his lips barely part from yours between them and his own cheeks are wet with the tears streaking your face. an apology is uttered through them, breathed into your mouth, imploring, shamefully urgent.

you’re shaking your head. there’s an attempt at words, surely, but he kisses them away too quickly, fear pulsing through his veins at the thought of what those frigid tears might mean—you think him obsessive, surely. unable to control himself, fixated on you. he can’t bear to hear it.

but when your hand threads through the back of his hair and tightens to pull him away, when he obeys without hesitance or protest like he’d only ever do for you, it isn’t horror that he sees in your still-wet eyes. it’s awe.

all this time? you sigh against his lips, a murmuration filling his lungs with the breath of life. you’ve loved me this much? all this time?

yes...

it doesn’t register that he’s spoken until the word is out, and perhaps if there were an audience he might be inclined to quell the unadulterated veneration in his tone, but it isn’t something to dwell on when you’re kissing him the moment the word comes out.

he falls back. work papers and long-hidden sentiments of desire, of avarice, of utter worship each addressed to you flutter with the movement. his shoulders slam into the ground with the full force of your weight atop him, and though he surges up to respond in kind he makes no true effort to throw you off as your deft hands begin to make quick work of his clothes.

he’s only ever wanted to be at your mercy, after all.

ALIEN BLUES | PANTALONE

summary: a stressful day of dealing with the snezhnayan aristocracy leads to the challenge of you trying to convince your lover to come to bed and rest.

genre: not rlly sure how to categorize this, light angst, it’s mostly hurt/comfort i suppose

warnings: none, mentions of chronic illness, unedited (not run thru grammarly and partially written on my phone)

wordcount: 2.4k

notes: in honor of pantalone losing my poll i wrote a little thing for him. jk that's not rlly why i just wanted to. @saintdainsleif @mxnjiros @dxlucs @manjiroscum @suyacho @no3tis @dynalite @tokyometronetwork

When it comes down to it, the Regrator will always be a beggar boy playing dress-up--draped in the finest of silks, donning the most expensive gems, drowning in wealth, and yet still the court jester in the eyes of the old-blooded nobles of Snezhnaya. 

You watched him carefully from where you were curled up in your shared bed, eyes heavy and lips tugging downward. He was tired. You could tell from the way his eyes drooped and his shoulders were slumped. His skin was paler than usual, a sickly sort of pale that had your throat tight with worry. 

“Do not look at me like that,” Pantalone’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, taut with stress. He didn’t even have to look away from his parchment to know you were staring. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not giving you my pity,” you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees, tucked beneath the thick blankets. Outside, the harsh wind rattled against the glass of the window of Pantalone’s room, you could see the ice spreading across the bottom of the window.

“I do not need your lies either,” his voice was sharper this time. His gaze drew up from the desk, finally, violet eyes trained on you in a way that you knew was meant to be a warning, but it found itself rather ineffective considering the dark bags beneath them weighed his gaze down to the point he could barely hold them open, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose.

“Join me in bed,” you said softly, hand slipping from beneath the cover so you could hold it out toward him. He shook his head, ready to look back at his letter, but you spoke again before he could pry his gaze from you. “I’m cold.”

Pantalone did not seem convinced, eyes dragging from your form to the fireplace blazing on the wall opposite the bed. 

“Please,” you tried again. “I really am cold, come feel my hands.”

“You’re never cold,” Pantalone murmured, but you couldn’t help the giddiness that built in your stomach as he pushed the chair back, wood dragging against wood as he rose to his feet and slowly made his way toward you. “You’re like your own personal furnace.”

His fingers were freezing, you realized, as the tips brushed your palm, but you didn’t let the shock of the sudden cold show, instead you wrapped your fingers around his, tugging gently to pull him on the bed with you. 

He followed too easily, knees hitting the mattress next to your hips as you laid back against the soft pillows, hovering over you. He was always docile after days like this--where he spent the morning, afternoon, and night dealing with the elite of Snezhnayan society, the nobles that the Fatui were forced to deal with in order to retain peace amongst the people. He had never gotten along well with any of the Snezhnayan nobles, an orphan born on the streets of Naveretrov on the Fontaine border, something that the blue bloods loved to make a mockery of, knowing there was little the Harbinger could do in retaliation lest he start a civil war or find himself being made an example of at the hands of the Tsaritsa. 

They called him the Begger King when he was within earshot, and they called him worse when he was out of earshot, spreading nasty rumors about how he had managed to pull himself from the troughs of poverty that ranged from selling his body to selling his soul. You didn’t know how much truth there was to any of the rumors, and you never cared enough to ask, whatever Pantalone had to do to survive was his business and his alone--the scars that littered his body were reminder enough. He didn’t need you, of all people, reopening old wounds. The nobles did enough of that. 

And there was nothing that could be done about it until the Fatui was in a stronger position, one that could solidify their position in Snezhnaya. Internal politics were complicated—they had the support of the Tsaritsa, but the Tsaritsa did not have the support of her people, and they could not risk an internal revolt when planning rebellion against the heavens. The people looked to the nobles for guidance and leadership, and the nobles were livid at the idea of the Fatui trying to usurp their influence. It was a game of politics, for now, and the nobles took advantage of their secured position, trying to flaunt their superiority to the Harbingers.

They would regret it before long. 

You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently and running your thumb over his chapped lips. Pantalone’s eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheek as he kissed your right palm, and then your left.

“Rest with me,” you said, swallowing thickly as Pantalone leaned his face into your touch. You could feel him start to shake his head. “Please. Just for a bit.”

“I’m busy,” Pantalone said, and your own eyes slid shut as he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours softly, but only for a moment--just enough for you to catch the faint taste of iron on his lips. “I’ll join you in bed soon.”

‘Soon’ would be dawn, you had played this game with him numerous times before. The Harbinger would rather spend the hours he should be sleeping slaving away at his work than be late on an invoice or a letter for the Snezhnayan nobles, giving them more ammunition to use against him. 

But you couldn’t let him do that--not this time. The thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the iron on his lips, the sickly pallor and cold skin, and the way he was trying to hide the way his breath was labored. 

His illness was acting up again, badly this time. 

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite: his cursive was pretty, but not the antique sort of pretty that most of the old blood Snezhnayan nobles wrote in, it was sloppy in some areas, and too jagged in others; his way of speaking, too, was not something that was commonly found in wealthy Snezhnayans--he was careful to mask it when he was around others but whenever he was too exhausted from work, too tired to keep up the mask, you could hear the strange way his voice dipped, the more informal speech patterns.

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite just as the Regrator would never be like the rest of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Years of barely surviving on the streets, unable to get the correct medications when he fell ill, left his body vulnerable and prone to illnesses, his lungs weak and his heart at risk. It came in waves: some days he was perfectly fine, able to keep up with Tartaglia easily when he trained; other days, he could barely push himself out of bed without his lungs giving out. The Regrator’s station came from his ability to keep the coffers full, not from his combat prowess, something that Arlecchino enjoyed pointing out. 

“One more mistake and you lose your place,” she mocked. “Perhaps your head too. Good luck preventing the coffers from drying during the winter again. Her Majesty will not be so gracious a second time.”

“I love you,” you said, and you hated how your voice cracked, and you hated even more how Pantalone looked away. He had always known you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were thinking.

“I don’t want your pity,” he said again, but there was no heat behind his words as he stared at the fireplace, you watched the flames flicker against his glasses, reflecting in the violet of his eyes.

“You will be of no use to anyone tomorrow if you let this get worse,” you said, sitting up to brush a stray curl from out of his eyes. “Another day with the elites. You have to be on-“

“I know,” Pantalone interrupted, voice harsh. He shut his eyes for a second before repeating himself, softer this time. “I know. I’m not tired yet.”

You studied him for a moment, eyes tracing the dark bags beneath his eyes, but when your gaze met his, you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the way his mind was racing, the furthest place from sleep he could get. It didn’t matter how much his body tired physically, he would never sleep when he couldn’t shut off his mind.

“Lay with me then,” you offered. “At least allow your body to rest, even if your mind can’t.”

“I do not like being idle,” Pantalone refused, shaking his head. 

You leaned up, kissing the corner of his lips. “Tell me about what’s happening tomorrow,” you said quietly. “We won’t sleep until we’ve shut that pretty head of yours off.”

Pantalone let out a noise akin to a scoff but for a second, his eyes brightened in amusement. 

He had always been weak to praise.

Your arms tightened around his shoulders and Pantalone didn’t try to fight it when you pulled him to lay flush against you, the feathered pillows fluffed around your head. You slid his glasses off of his face as he rested his head against your chest, raising your hand to his hair to card your fingers through the dark locks, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“It’s just another day of meetings,” Pantalone said. “You know how they go. I offer plans that will strengthen the economy so we can survive the winter, they shoot them down for being too radical all the while belittling me.”

You sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. His eyes fluttered shut on instinct as he relaxed into you.

“I can talk to my father-“ you tried to offer, but Pantalone’s eyes were back open in an instant, cold and hard and trained on you. You sighed, already knowing what he was going to say but trying anyway, “He can help.”

“I don’t want help,” Pantalone said tightly, voice harsh. “Much less from blue blooded scum like him.” 

You went quiet, not sure how to respond. You understood his resentment against the nobles but… sometimes he was harsh, and you didn’t particularly care for your father but sometimes it was hard to remember that his words weren’t directed toward you, the venom behind them blinding. Pantalone seemed to have realized the implications of what he had said right away.

“I’m sorry,” Pantalone said after a moment. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you sighed.

“Well, I meant it about him,” Pantalone corrected. “I just didn’t mean it about-“

“I know,” you stressed. “We’re supposed to be lulling you to sleep, not getting you riled up.”

“And whose fault is that?” Pantalone murmured but he was already letting his eyes slide shut again, so you decided to just drop it.

… Kind of.

“You should at least let Dottore-“

“Do not involve Dottore.”

Pantalone was now stiff in your arms, eyes sharp and alerts like a cornered deer. 

“They won’t say anything when he’s around,” you tried to convince him—anything to not have him torn down all day when he was already dealing with his illness. 

It was to no avail.

“I don’t care. I can handle this myself,” Pantalone said. “Do you understand?”

“… Yeah,” you finally agreed. “Yeah, I understand.”

He studied you for a moment, desperate to ensure you weren’t just talking to get him to shut up, even though he knew very well you would never do something that would make him uncomfortable. Once he got what he was looking for, he settled down again, melting in your touch. 

It was a comfortable silence that the two of you rested in, the flames crackling in fire place and the wind rattling the glass. The near argument had exhausted him, you could tell from the way his breath was a bit too heavy and a bit too shaky.

You would try to wake up before him in the morning, which would be a feat in itself considering he was usually up at the crack of dawn. You wanted to run down to the kitchens and have them cook up the herbal remedy that would ease the aches of his sickness… if only long enough to survive the meetings with the nobles.

Lost in thought, you were caught off guard as thin fingers wrapped around your own, giving a gentle squeeze to your hand.

“Thank you,” Pantalone murmured. 

You watched him, studying him for a moment, the way his expression was lax and his body was free of any tenseness as he looked up at you with lidded eyes, finally on the verge of sleep. He could only ever look so at ease when he was wrapped up in your arms.

Thank you for bearing with me when I’m difficult. Thank you for dealing with the bouts of hostility. Thank you for looking out for me because I can’t do it myself. Thank you for loving me, you’re the first person who ever has.

All of the things that he would never be able to tell you out loud swam behind the violets of his eyes as he looked up at you—for as much as Pantalone was the silver tongue of the Fatui, it became twisted and tangled whenever it came to expression any emotion besides anger and resentment… especially around you. You could only give him a small, pained smile.

“Your stubbornness will be the death of you,” you said softly, running your fingers through the thick, black hair. And it was not a figurative saying or exaggeration—it would kill him, he’d push himself until he was on death’s door and then he would keep pushing, trying to prove his worth to people who would never accept him. You were watching him kill himself and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Pantalone didn’t respond, but his eyes didn’t meet yours this time, the closest thing to acknowledging that you might be right. Your throat felt swollen as you kissed the top of his head again, holding him just a bit tighter as he finally began to doze off in your arms. 

ALIEN BLUES | PANTALONE

summary: a stressful day of dealing with the snezhnayan aristocracy leads to the challenge of you trying to convince your lover to come to bed and rest.

genre: not rlly sure how to categorize this, light angst, it’s mostly hurt/comfort i suppose

warnings: none, mentions of chronic illness, unedited (not run thru grammarly and partially written on my phone)

wordcount: 2.4k

notes: in honor of pantalone losing my poll i wrote a little thing for him. jk that's not rlly why i just wanted to. @saintdainsleif @mxnjiros @dxlucs @manjiroscum @suyacho @no3tis @dynalite @tokyometronetwork

When it comes down to it, the Regrator will always be a beggar boy playing dress-up--draped in the finest of silks, donning the most expensive gems, drowning in wealth, and yet still the court jester in the eyes of the old-blooded nobles of Snezhnaya. 

You watched him carefully from where you were curled up in your shared bed, eyes heavy and lips tugging downward. He was tired. You could tell from the way his eyes drooped and his shoulders were slumped. His skin was paler than usual, a sickly sort of pale that had your throat tight with worry. 

“Do not look at me like that,” Pantalone’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, taut with stress. He didn’t even have to look away from his parchment to know you were staring. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not giving you my pity,” you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees, tucked beneath the thick blankets. Outside, the harsh wind rattled against the glass of the window of Pantalone’s room, you could see the ice spreading across the bottom of the window.

“I do not need your lies either,” his voice was sharper this time. His gaze drew up from the desk, finally, violet eyes trained on you in a way that you knew was meant to be a warning, but it found itself rather ineffective considering the dark bags beneath them weighed his gaze down to the point he could barely hold them open, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose.

“Join me in bed,” you said softly, hand slipping from beneath the cover so you could hold it out toward him. He shook his head, ready to look back at his letter, but you spoke again before he could pry his gaze from you. “I’m cold.”

Pantalone did not seem convinced, eyes dragging from your form to the fireplace blazing on the wall opposite the bed. 

“Please,” you tried again. “I really am cold, come feel my hands.”

“You’re never cold,” Pantalone murmured, but you couldn’t help the giddiness that built in your stomach as he pushed the chair back, wood dragging against wood as he rose to his feet and slowly made his way toward you. “You’re like your own personal furnace.”

His fingers were freezing, you realized, as the tips brushed your palm, but you didn’t let the shock of the sudden cold show, instead you wrapped your fingers around his, tugging gently to pull him on the bed with you. 

He followed too easily, knees hitting the mattress next to your hips as you laid back against the soft pillows, hovering over you. He was always docile after days like this--where he spent the morning, afternoon, and night dealing with the elite of Snezhnayan society, the nobles that the Fatui were forced to deal with in order to retain peace amongst the people. He had never gotten along well with any of the Snezhnayan nobles, an orphan born on the streets of Naveretrov on the Fontaine border, something that the blue bloods loved to make a mockery of, knowing there was little the Harbinger could do in retaliation lest he start a civil war or find himself being made an example of at the hands of the Tsaritsa. 

They called him the Begger King when he was within earshot, and they called him worse when he was out of earshot, spreading nasty rumors about how he had managed to pull himself from the troughs of poverty that ranged from selling his body to selling his soul. You didn’t know how much truth there was to any of the rumors, and you never cared enough to ask, whatever Pantalone had to do to survive was his business and his alone--the scars that littered his body were reminder enough. He didn’t need you, of all people, reopening old wounds. The nobles did enough of that. 

And there was nothing that could be done about it until the Fatui was in a stronger position, one that could solidify their position in Snezhnaya. Internal politics were complicated—they had the support of the Tsaritsa, but the Tsaritsa did not have the support of her people, and they could not risk an internal revolt when planning rebellion against the heavens. The people looked to the nobles for guidance and leadership, and the nobles were livid at the idea of the Fatui trying to usurp their influence. It was a game of politics, for now, and the nobles took advantage of their secured position, trying to flaunt their superiority to the Harbingers.

They would regret it before long. 

You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently and running your thumb over his chapped lips. Pantalone’s eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheek as he kissed your right palm, and then your left.

“Rest with me,” you said, swallowing thickly as Pantalone leaned his face into your touch. You could feel him start to shake his head. “Please. Just for a bit.”

“I’m busy,” Pantalone said, and your own eyes slid shut as he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours softly, but only for a moment--just enough for you to catch the faint taste of iron on his lips. “I’ll join you in bed soon.”

‘Soon’ would be dawn, you had played this game with him numerous times before. The Harbinger would rather spend the hours he should be sleeping slaving away at his work than be late on an invoice or a letter for the Snezhnayan nobles, giving them more ammunition to use against him. 

But you couldn’t let him do that--not this time. The thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the iron on his lips, the sickly pallor and cold skin, and the way he was trying to hide the way his breath was labored. 

His illness was acting up again, badly this time. 

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite: his cursive was pretty, but not the antique sort of pretty that most of the old blood Snezhnayan nobles wrote in, it was sloppy in some areas, and too jagged in others; his way of speaking, too, was not something that was commonly found in wealthy Snezhnayans--he was careful to mask it when he was around others but whenever he was too exhausted from work, too tired to keep up the mask, you could hear the strange way his voice dipped, the more informal speech patterns.

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite just as the Regrator would never be like the rest of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Years of barely surviving on the streets, unable to get the correct medications when he fell ill, left his body vulnerable and prone to illnesses, his lungs weak and his heart at risk. It came in waves: some days he was perfectly fine, able to keep up with Tartaglia easily when he trained; other days, he could barely push himself out of bed without his lungs giving out. The Regrator’s station came from his ability to keep the coffers full, not from his combat prowess, something that Arlecchino enjoyed pointing out. 

“One more mistake and you lose your place,” she mocked. “Perhaps your head too. Good luck preventing the coffers from drying during the winter again. Her Majesty will not be so gracious a second time.”

“I love you,” you said, and you hated how your voice cracked, and you hated even more how Pantalone looked away. He had always known you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were thinking.

“I don’t want your pity,” he said again, but there was no heat behind his words as he stared at the fireplace, you watched the flames flicker against his glasses, reflecting in the violet of his eyes.

“You will be of no use to anyone tomorrow if you let this get worse,” you said, sitting up to brush a stray curl from out of his eyes. “Another day with the elites. You have to be on-“

“I know,” Pantalone interrupted, voice harsh. He shut his eyes for a second before repeating himself, softer this time. “I know. I’m not tired yet.”

You studied him for a moment, eyes tracing the dark bags beneath his eyes, but when your gaze met his, you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the way his mind was racing, the furthest place from sleep he could get. It didn’t matter how much his body tired physically, he would never sleep when he couldn’t shut off his mind.

“Lay with me then,” you offered. “At least allow your body to rest, even if your mind can’t.”

“I do not like being idle,” Pantalone refused, shaking his head. 

You leaned up, kissing the corner of his lips. “Tell me about what’s happening tomorrow,” you said quietly. “We won’t sleep until we’ve shut that pretty head of yours off.”

Pantalone let out a noise akin to a scoff but for a second, his eyes brightened in amusement. 

He had always been weak to praise.

Your arms tightened around his shoulders and Pantalone didn’t try to fight it when you pulled him to lay flush against you, the feathered pillows fluffed around your head. You slid his glasses off of his face as he rested his head against your chest, raising your hand to his hair to card your fingers through the dark locks, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“It’s just another day of meetings,” Pantalone said. “You know how they go. I offer plans that will strengthen the economy so we can survive the winter, they shoot them down for being too radical all the while belittling me.”

You sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. His eyes fluttered shut on instinct as he relaxed into you.

“I can talk to my father-“ you tried to offer, but Pantalone’s eyes were back open in an instant, cold and hard and trained on you. You sighed, already knowing what he was going to say but trying anyway, “He can help.”

“I don’t want help,” Pantalone said tightly, voice harsh. “Much less from blue blooded scum like him.” 

You went quiet, not sure how to respond. You understood his resentment against the nobles but… sometimes he was harsh, and you didn’t particularly care for your father but sometimes it was hard to remember that his words weren’t directed toward you, the venom behind them blinding. Pantalone seemed to have realized the implications of what he had said right away.

“I’m sorry,” Pantalone said after a moment. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you sighed.

“Well, I meant it about him,” Pantalone corrected. “I just didn’t mean it about-“

“I know,” you stressed. “We’re supposed to be lulling you to sleep, not getting you riled up.”

“And whose fault is that?” Pantalone murmured but he was already letting his eyes slide shut again, so you decided to just drop it.

… Kind of.

“You should at least let Dottore-“

“Do not involve Dottore.”

Pantalone was now stiff in your arms, eyes sharp and alerts like a cornered deer. 

“They won’t say anything when he’s around,” you tried to convince him—anything to not have him torn down all day when he was already dealing with his illness. 

It was to no avail.

“I don’t care. I can handle this myself,” Pantalone said. “Do you understand?”

“… Yeah,” you finally agreed. “Yeah, I understand.”

He studied you for a moment, desperate to ensure you weren’t just talking to get him to shut up, even though he knew very well you would never do something that would make him uncomfortable. Once he got what he was looking for, he settled down again, melting in your touch. 

It was a comfortable silence that the two of you rested in, the flames crackling in fire place and the wind rattling the glass. The near argument had exhausted him, you could tell from the way his breath was a bit too heavy and a bit too shaky.

You would try to wake up before him in the morning, which would be a feat in itself considering he was usually up at the crack of dawn. You wanted to run down to the kitchens and have them cook up the herbal remedy that would ease the aches of his sickness… if only long enough to survive the meetings with the nobles.

Lost in thought, you were caught off guard as thin fingers wrapped around your own, giving a gentle squeeze to your hand.

“Thank you,” Pantalone murmured. 

You watched him, studying him for a moment, the way his expression was lax and his body was free of any tenseness as he looked up at you with lidded eyes, finally on the verge of sleep. He could only ever look so at ease when he was wrapped up in your arms.

Thank you for bearing with me when I’m difficult. Thank you for dealing with the bouts of hostility. Thank you for looking out for me because I can’t do it myself. Thank you for loving me, you’re the first person who ever has.

All of the things that he would never be able to tell you out loud swam behind the violets of his eyes as he looked up at you—for as much as Pantalone was the silver tongue of the Fatui, it became twisted and tangled whenever it came to expression any emotion besides anger and resentment… especially around you. You could only give him a small, pained smile.

“Your stubbornness will be the death of you,” you said softly, running your fingers through the thick, black hair. And it was not a figurative saying or exaggeration—it would kill him, he’d push himself until he was on death’s door and then he would keep pushing, trying to prove his worth to people who would never accept him. You were watching him kill himself and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Pantalone didn’t respond, but his eyes didn’t meet yours this time, the closest thing to acknowledging that you might be right. Your throat felt swollen as you kissed the top of his head again, holding him just a bit tighter as he finally began to doze off in your arms. 

Could you please write about the Harbingers and their voice lines for the reader? Like them telling the traveler about you and stuff :)

♡𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ♡

synopsis: The Traveler expected the Harbingers to be cold and ruthless in pursuing whatever the Fatui's goals were. Hearing their loving voice lines on you was certainly the opposite of what they predicted.

includes: all harbingers (platonic pulcinella) w/ gn! reader

notes: I've wanted to do something like this for a while. It was rather cute and fun to write! Includes five voice lines about you for each Harbinger.

Pierro:

About You - His Lover:

“So you’ve already met [Name], Traveler? I’m not surprised, they like to talk to people, especially when they see me speaking to others. They’re quite energetic and bouncy, aren’t they? But I can’t say I dislike that about them. They are a bright light in my life.”

Chat - Walks:

“Much of our time spent together is on walks outside in Sneznhaya, with the snow gently melting on us. It’s a rather simple activity to most, but irreplaceable to both of us. I hope, after everything is said and done, I can take them on walks in other places.”

About Your Patience:

“They never comment on it, but I know they get lonely without me. For most of the day, they do not see me due to my work, and even when they try to stay up late for my return, they end up falling asleep sometimes. I truly wish I could spend more time with them. But I know, after fulfilling the Tsaritsa’s dream, I will give them everything and more.”

Something To Share - Meals:

“I don’t think about what I eat or when I do very often. It doesn’t matter much to me, but [Name] clearly disagrees. Instead of the maids preparing my meals, they started cooking everything for me and adding little notes too. It’s very endearing of them, but I don’t think I’ll ever live it down when the other soldiers saw me eating heart-shaped cookies with smiley faces on them…”

About You - A Second Home:

“I remember the destruction of my homeland clearly. It is something I will never forget. But even though I have only a small portion of time with them, they never fail to make me feel… content. With them, I can forget about everything, even if it is just for a few minutes. Heh, sometimes I foolishly wish they lived in Khaenri’ah with me for a bit, if only to experience a normal life with them.”

Capitano:

About You - His Lover:

“There is nothing I cherish more than [Name]. Many people often comment on our relationship, after all, we are quite different in all aspects. But I have them to thank for many things. They have taught me many things I could have never learned on my own.

Chat - Souvenirs:

“Traveler, you have been to many nations for extended periods of time. Would you share some items that would make good souvenirs? I always make sure to bring something back for them. If you have any recipes to share, that would be greatly appreciated as well. Whenever I am back home, [Name] always insists on having all of our meals together.”

A Special Item - The Kamera:

“You must be wondering why someone like me carries around something like this. I never cared for the device until [Name] told me about it and asked me to take photos on my expeditions. I guess I’ve unintentionally become a master without knowing it because they always praise the pictures I take when they organize them in their scrapbook.”

Something To Share - Smiles:

“I am not adept at smiling at all, or very expressive in general, something [Name] has an issue with. Oftentimes, they sit on my lap and try to get me to show some emotion on my face. Reading stories, telling jokes… they try it all quite frequently. While I don’t think it’s working very well, I enjoy their antics.”

About You - Reminiscing:

“I remember once I walked in on them trying on my helmet and coat. They hadn’t noticed me yet, and I couldn’t help but notice how small they looked buried under my clothes. But quickly I worried about whether their head could take the weight of my helmet. Before I could say anything, they saw me and scurried away in embarrassment. I never brought it up again, but it was rather cute.”

“Huh… Paimon would have never guessed Capitano was like this. When we go to Snezhnaya, we have to find this guy’s mansion somehow! Paimon wants to meet [Name]!”

Columbina:

About You - Her Lover:

“Hmm~hmm~♫ Oh, hello there, Traveler. Ah, I see you’ve brought [Name] with you too, come here, my dear. Hmm? Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. They are my partner in love, music, in everything. Perhaps you should come to one of our shows one day. I’d say we are quite good.”

About You - Favorite Pastimes:

“I love going to watch plays with them. The theater is one of the places where we spend a lot of time. I always end up humming along to the songs. Sometimes, when the theater is unoccupied, we act out certain scenes together. Say, Traveler, have you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?”

Chat - Naps:

“Hmm… what time is it? The weather just feels perfect for a midday nap. [Name] always indulges me whenever I want when I want to doze off. This surface is no match for their pillowy softness, but it’ll have to do for now…”

“Hey, you can’t just fall asleep in the middle of- oh… Paimon doesn’t know how she can knock out that quickly.”

Secret Hobby - Poems About You:

“Your bright smile that can go on for a mile,

Unmatchable style with a laugh that never ends for a while.

Sweet lips that I want to savor,

Ah, I am so glad I am in your favor.

Or should I say “For you make me ever the more braver”...? What do you think, Traveler?”

Something Interesting - Liyue Opera:

“Traveler, I hear that there is a talented opera troupe in Liyue with beautiful music and songs. Oh, you’ve met them yourself? I would love to attend it with [Name]. They love listening to music from around Teyvat, and I have to agree with them. Haha… I can’t wait to take them out of Snezhnaya for a bit.”

Dottore:

About You - His Lover:

“Hmph, you wish to know about [Name], I hear?”

“Yeah! Paimon wants to know what kind of person would stay with a madman- I mean! A Fatui Harbinger! You know, since that’s quite dangerous and all.”

“Hehe, is that so? Too bad, because I have no obligation to tell you. But they are truly… ah, never mind.”

“Aww… Paimon really wanted to know what he was going to say.”

About You And The Segments:

“Some of the segments are quite fond of them, while some do not know them very well. After all, they were cloned at different parts of my life, before and after I met them. I must say… it’s can be hard to get some of the other segments away from them. I didn’t think they would hoard [Name]’s attention so much…”

“Is it just Paimon, or does Dottore’s attentiveness towards them grow as each clone gets older? And hey, is Dottore jealous-”

“Shush Paimon, before he hears you!”

About You - Whereabouts:

"It's time for their medicine... Hmm, have you seen them, Traveler? You saw them leave and go into the city? And you didn't stop them? Tch, useless. I must simply go and find them myself... Now that I think about it, I wouldn't want you talking to [Name], anyway."

About You - Health Concerns:

“Ever since our Akademiya days, [Name] has been plagued with an unknown and virtually incurable disease. It is essential that they take their medicine every day, but they often try to avoid it, after doing it for so long. This is why I and the clones always keep an eye on them.”

“Aw, so that’s why [Name] always looks so tired whenever Paimon sees them… That must be so hard.”

“… I don’t care what methods or tactics I have to employ, or if the Gods or even you, Traveler, get in my way. I will cure them of their sickness. Nothing will stop me.”

When The Sun Is Out:

“Hm, it’s a perfect day for [Name] to take a walk. The fresh air is always good for their health. Perhaps a boat ride is in order as well.”

“Oooh, Paimon loves the sound of that! Maybe we can fish and eat it too!”

“Why would I ever invite you to be with us? I’m sure your very existence would give them a headache.”

“Hey, how rude!!”

Pulcinella:

About You - Relationship:

“You were fighting some hilichurls when someone called [Name] joined you? And they ended up lighting an explosive barrel? Wherever that child goes, they always bring trouble with them. But don’t hold it against them. They are a lovely person to be around.”

Stories To Tell:

“They always pester me to tell them stories. Though, this is not a bad thing at all. Not many are willing to listen to this old man ramble on willingly. Ah, youth is a wonderful thing. Would you like to join us next time, Traveler?”

Chat - New Things:

“Indeed, they have taught me many things. The latest trends, songs, books, and more that their generation is into. Sometimes I struggle to understand some of what they say too… the world is changing so quickly.”

About You - Baking:

“We bake together quite often. Most of the time, I have to direct them, otherwise, they will burn down the kitchen which has happened multiple times before. Pantalone was not happy. I have never seen a youngster with such little aptitude for cooking, but surprisingly, it is great fun.”

About You - Family:

“Ever since they were young, they were quite rebellious. Running away from the castle, pretending to be asleep after bedtime, beating up all the Fatui soldiers during sparring without hesitance. If anyone else besides me had to take care of them, it would not have ended well. But, I am truly glad they are in my care. I have thought of them as my own child for a long time. If it wasn’t for the possible danger, I’d have officially adopted them long ago.”

Scaramouche:

About You - His Lover:

“Huh? How do you know about [Name]?”

“Well, we just happened to see them with you once. You were actually smiling! And later we went up and spoke to them for a bit, and they were really nice! They told us that they were your-”

“Ugh, that idiot! Always trusting people so blindly… Anyway, I don’t need you to know anything else. It isn’t your business.” 

A Little Secret:

“I wonder if they could make dango for me again… it’s been a long time since I’ve had it. But how do I get them to make it without directly asking? How bothersome… huh? How long have you been there, Traveler? You didn’t hear anything, did you?!”

Something To Share - Burdened Feelings:

“I once tried to wipe my emotions and feelings of them away into nothingness. It felt preposterous to me that I could feel something for a human, one that could barely fight nonetheless. But when I lost the Gnosis, when I lost everything, as I fell down, the only thing that I saw in my mind was their stupid smile…”

When It Rains:

“Whenever it rained, they would always huddle themselves close to me under my hat. At first, I pushed them away, but the look on their face made me allow them to continue. Sometimes, I make sure to take them out on a day that’s expected to rain just to see them do that. Don’t you dare tell them that though, Traveler.”

About Beelzebul:

“[Name] is always telling me to reconcile with her, but what would she think of me, or of them? How would she act toward me? Would she even remember me? There’s that irritating shrine maiden too… Hmm? It’s nothing. Let’s keep moving.”

Arlecchino:

About You - Her Lover:

“[Name]? Yes, they are my partner. I suppose those Fatui recruits can’t keep their mouths shut about other people’s business for very long. Hmm? You’re surprised that I was so direct about it? Well, there’s no reason to hide it. But I would prefer that this discussion ends here. I like to keep my time with them private.”

When It’s Sunny:

“This weather is not my favorite. I prefer the cold much more than this blistering heat. But I did hear [Name] say that they would like to visit a beach someday. Hmm… say, Traveler, is Yaoguang Shoal a good spot?”

Something To Share - Quietly Loving:

“I’m sure you have realized by now that I am not very good with words or emotions. These things are far from my expertise. However, they seem to not mind my behavior, talking enough for both of us. But if they ever requested anything from me, I would do it without hesitance. No one else comes close.”

Chat - Coffee:

“One cup of coffee, with whipped cream, syrup, and sugar please.”

“…Eh?!! Arlecchino, what are you saying? You always order your coffee black!”

“I know. To be honest, I could not care less about all these extra ingredients. But… they always used to try and add things to sweeten the drink behind my back. I suppose I… miss them. This reminds me of them, a bit.”

“Aww… Paimon guesses that even the scariest and coldest of people can have someone special to them.”

About You - The Orphanage:

“They often spend their time with the orphans. I was initially surprised at first, and so were the other soldiers, but it worked out in our favor. The children love them far more than they will for me or the recruits. [Name] is a gentle and patient soul, after all. Reading stories, putting the kids to sleep… they are quite hard working despite having no need to.”

La Signora:

About You - Her Lover:

“My darling [Name] is the most perfect lover one could ask for. They are beautiful, inside and out. How I love to pamper them so… actually, there are a couple of new outfits I want them to try on. I can’t wait to see how they look. They are all mine.”

When It’s Windy:

“Tch, this wind is messing up my hair and clothes. [Name] used to always brush and take care of my hair after a long day, after I showed them how to do it correctly of course. Traveler, I’m afraid I have to go now. I must see them again.”

About You - Letters:

“Hmm, hmm, hmm… and it’s done.”

“Hey Signora, what are you writing?”

“Just a letter to my dearest. They are expecting something from me soon.”

“Wow, so you can send letters with your fire moths? That’s resourceful!”

“Of course. I always let a few stay around [Name] as well. If any of them happen to be extinguished, I’ll know if anything happened to them.”

About You - Favorite Pastimes:

“There’s nothing that pleases me more than seeing them all dolled up in the latest fashion. They look simply exquisite, especially when we do each other’s makeup. But I also adore seeing them lounge around in their favorite hoodies. They look great in anything, really.”

Something To Share - Past Grief, New Happiness:

“Sometimes, it feels just like yesterday when I lost him. Grief and bitterness wrapped around my heart like a cocoon that would never hatch. But when I fell in love with them, I felt something that I had not felt in far too long. That cocoon started to shatter little by little, as I started to remember how to love again. I truly love them wholly with whatever’s remaining of my heart.”

Pantalone:

About You - His Lover:

“So, you’ve met [Name], I hear. What do you think of them? Beautiful, am I right? Of course, they are nothing short of perfection to me. Hardworking, determined, helpful… I could go on about them. Say, Traveler, would you be so kind to direct me to some of the best shops around here? I would like to find some gifts to send to them while we’re here.”

Worries - Financial Concerns:

“Traveler, I have a great issue on my hands. [Name] has apparently forbidden me from spending any more Mora on them. They keep saying that they do not need anything else, but how can I restrain myself from spoiling my darling?”

About You - Favorite Pastimes:

“Oftentimes, we like to end off the day with some leisurely reading. The feeling of them laying against my chest, legs intertwined, as I whisper certain parts of the book softly into their ear, delighting as they turn warm- oho, your face is all red. Did I make you embarrassed? Apologies, I get carried away when talking about them.”

About You - First Meeting:

“My childhood is not something that I like to remember. But, despite everything, it is pleasant to think about the first time I met them. They were poor, just like me, barely scraping by, though they never failed to greet me every day with a big smile. [Name] would take over the grueling working shifts for me and the younger kids sometimes, and sneak bits of food out the window to me. Even with the fact that I was surrounded by poverty, I couldn’t help but think I had a true gem right in front of me. ”

When It’s Cold:

“I confess, I do enjoy the cold, but most of it is due to how adorable [Name] looks all bundled up in my fur coats. Or how they always dive under the covers and refuse to get up for anything. It is always a struggle for even me to get up from bed when they are so warm, too.”

Sandrone:

About You - Her Lover:

“They are my loyal assistant and lover, always willing to help out with any experiment I ask. I have known them for a very long time. They have always been the one to drag me out of the lab to get some fresh air… as a matter of fact, I think it’s about this time when they come to harass me. Somehow they’ve gotten half the robots on their side, too.”

When It’s Raining:

“This weather is good for testing how waterproof my robots are and the joints of my Automatons. A long time ago, I built a feature for an umbrella into some of my creations so whenever [Name] and I went for walks and it rained, we would be fine. Huh, you’re asking if you can use it? No, you can’t.”

About You - Favorite Pastimes:

“Eh? Sandrone, what is all this? You’re all dressed up!”

“Oh, it’s you. I’m simply preparing for my favorite event with my dear lover. We’ve just finished repairing an ancient Automaton, and they’ve decided a tea party is in order.”

“Wow! Even the robots have spiffy suits on! It smells so good here too, hehe, Paimon wants a taste of the tea and cookies too- w-woah! Where’d all these big robots come from?! Hey, let Paimon down!”

“This is for [Name] and I only. Now shoo. The tea party is set to begin soon, and I must welcome my honored guest…”

Inspiration - New Creations:

“Before I met them, I had never thought of using my skills to create mundane things that weren’t war machines or destructive Automatons. I thought anything else would be a waste of time, but surprisingly, it is not too bad. It’s quite nice to feel their fascinated face in the crook of my neck while I work. I usually gift these creations to them, anyway. They’re not much use to me, but [Name] likes these kinds of things.”

The Future - Fontaine Frenzy:

“I hear that I am set to head out to Fontaine soon. I would love to see the faces of those poor souls when they realize their technology is nothing compared to what the Fatui has created. Ah, I guess that means I’ll be seeing you there too. Will you be able to keep up with [Name] and I, Traveler? I must warn you, they are a formidable foe, with their refined skill and raw power from my mechanical attachments. Now that I think about there, there were some new weapons we wanted to try out… hehe, I can’t wait.” 

Childe:

About You - His Lover:

“Oho, interested in [Name] are you? I don’t blame you - they are truly an amazing person. Sweet, kind, and caring, not to mention, they are incredibly strong as well. Teucer loves them too, always wanting piggyback rides. I can’t wait to introduce them to the rest of my family.”

About You - First Meeting:

“I clearly remember the first time I laid eyes on them. I was passing through Liyue when I heard of an archery competition, and naturally, I was eager to test my skills. I was sure that I would win first place, but what did you know! Someone called [Name] had stolen that spot from me. Long story short, I pestered them until they fought me, and they really did beat me down. Haha, it feels so long ago, now that I look back on it.”

When It Snows:

“I once took [Name] to Dragonspine, because they wanted to see the snow as it was a rare occurrence in Liyue. You should have seen them, hah! Shaking and sniffling like it was the end of the world. And it wasn’t even that cold, as least compared to my homeland. Why didn’t I take them to Snezhnaya? Don’t worry, I plan to, very, very soon…

About You - Whereabouts:

"Have you seen them, Traveler? No? Haha, they must be hiding from me again. I guess I’ve asked them to spar too many times. Comrade, if you happen to see [Name], tell them I’m waiting at Northland Bank for them. Xinyue Kiosk, my treat.”

About You - Safety:

“Heh, I wonder what they’re doing right now. I hope they haven’t been roped into any strange commissions again. They are too helpful for their own good. If anything happened to them while I’m gone… Traveler, if you happen to be around, please help them. I’ll owe you, comrade.”

HIIIIIIYA BB THE BRAINROT HAS BEEN HITTING THESE PAST FEW DAYS IDK WHAT IS IN THE AIR BUT I KNEW I HAD TO RUN TO YOU!!!!!!!!

okay so its kinda basic honestly. but do NOT think about pantalone returning home to you in snezhnaya after being stationed in liyue for like half a year or so, the longest he’s ever been away from you. he wasn’t one to leave the region at all, but at the tsaritsa’s orders, he had business to conduct at the northland bank. do NOT think about jumping into his arms as soon as you see him, how tightly he’s squeezing you to his chest, his familiar scent engulfing you once again, making your eyes misty because LORD YOU HAVE MISSED THIS MAN‼️do NOT think about how much he’d spoil you with his attention and touches and literal stockpile of gifts he’s bought you while abroad and lastly. do NOT think about how hesitant he’d be to leave your side after that. clingy clingy pantalone :’)

okay byeeeee hope youre doing amazing always 🫶🏻!

HELP NOT THE AIR😭 BUT OMG THANK U FOR GIVING ME THIS BRAINROT I'M LOVING IT SMMM💕💕

I am NOT!! thinking about Pantalone realizing how much he misses and craves your presence while he's away. Like, when he first received the mission, he was quite disappointed and knew he would miss you. But when he's been stuck in Liyue for only a few weeks, it really sets in and hits him that he actually can't see you for months. He thought he could bear it, he's been alone since childhood, but he's finding it harder to keep his composure when he's going to sleep in a fancy Liyuean bed without you by his side.

I am NOT!! thinking about Pantalone honestly being obvious about his clear pleasure about finally being able to return home, like the soldiers can see it easily. Don't get me wrong, he's a master of hiding his true emotions, but... his smile is a lot bigger, he has a bunch of soldiers carrying loads of gifts for you, trailing behind him. (They are on the verge of collapsing but if they dare let one of your gifts touch the ground they'll be executed later 😭) A conversation between them goes something like : "Which of these do you think [Name] will prefer?" "Why not both, sir?" "An excellent idea." (+ He has a calendar in his temporary office, with a bunch of important business dates etc circled. And then he has the day he finally departs from Liyue circled and an estimate of the day he finally returns to Snezhnaya, with a picture of you near it ;)

I am NOT!! thinking about how you have been seated by the window for hours on the day you receive news that Pantalone is finally back in the country. You have your boots, coat, gloves, hat, all at the ready to pull on in record speed as soon as you see his carriage in sight. You're literally pacing back and forth, heart racing, while your attendants reassure you to the best of their ability. And when he finally pulls up to the front of the mansion, and he steps foot out of it and looks directly, and gives you that particular smile, the one reserved specifically for you, you just. Race into his arms nearly tripping (luckily the snow is shoveled every day near the mansion)

I am NOT!! thinking about how you say his real name very very softly so that he is the only one that could hear it. And his heart just. Melts. <333 You bury your head into his chest, the fluffiness of his coat tickling you, his strong arms wrapped securely around you ;) Meanwhile the regular Fatui and attendants are just like 🧍‍♀️ with their eyes glued to the ground. They know better than to disturb you for the rest of the day. You could spend literal days opening his gifts and you still wouldn't be done 😭

I am NOT!! thinking about how he probably has a stack of paperwork left in his office from his absence, but he's refusing to even think about it and merely sends away the Fatui soldiers who remind him of it, that there are other people waiting on the documents that need his approval. He tells them very simply that he is busy with "other matters" (other matters being you, spoiling you, spending every second with you, telling you stories about Liyue [he saw Childe fooling around too much and lowered the amount of money he gets 😭], listening to you tell him everything you did while he was away, etc... the point here is obvious)

I am NOT!! thinking about how you're probably the one who has to convince him to go back to work again (you're starting to feel bad for the antsy Fatui soldiers, and kind of scared that one of those blue-haired men is gonna pop up again 🚶‍♀️) and the response you get is a groan (his morning voice is insane 😭🙏) and tightened arms around your waist. With lots of very gentle hair stroking, kisses, and encouraging words, he very begrudgingly gets ready to leave and finally take on his very boring duties again. He is not happy about waking up early and leaving his beloved alone in bed again... but such is life. You make it up to him by visiting his office during his breaks and giving him lots of smooches and attention 🥰

I am NOT!! thinking about how you two probably have separate boxes where you kept the letters you two exchanged while he was away. And you tried to hide it from him because you were embarrassed but it turns out he did the same thing, so you just put the boxes next to each other so either of you can read the lovey-dovey messages again ;)

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fucking the harbingers except you’re blindfolded and tied up

➸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia/Childe

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Foursome, Exhibition, excessive mentions of cum, reader is blindfolded and tied up, slight slight degradation, thigh fucking, not proofread :>

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Afab reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The harbingers have me in the BIGGEST chokehold ever rn. They better be playable plz but for now I wrote this to cope with how fine they all look. Also new diluc skin makes me wanna write a smut on him :>

You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.

Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.

You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.

They’re using you over and over and you all love it. The way you spread your legs so eagerly for any of them, not knowing who it is. The way you cum over and over for them, the way your body reacts at every slight touch. They’re drunk on your body. They’re drunk on you. And you, you’re so eager to just be stuffed with cock that every time one pulls away you can’t help but whine at the loss. You’re so eager to be filled of cum that you’ll be licking up any drop no matter who’s own. They’re all singing you praises, kissing you, enjoying you and with each time they enter you again, it’s more apparent that you guys won’t be finished anytime soon.

im actually crying 😭❤️

dangerously yours !

— genshin men as the villain, you're the hero and throw some love in the mix

sacrifices the world to save you— ALHAITHAM, scaramouche, diluc, THOMA, childe, chongyun

He knew you planned to sacrifice yourself. He saw it coming. And he was ready to prevent every bit of it. He loved you. Once from afar, once from a different identity, a falsehood, a lie. He did all of that to see you, to know you and he fell. Hard.

You were a saint, the embodiment of good morality. A hope for the future. The opposite of him. And as you brace yourself for the moment your soul leaves for a new world, all for his arms to be wrapped in your body. You open your eyes and found a new world, the sound of bombs from where you once were. But that didn't matter. Not when his eyes sparkle more than crystals.

let's you defeat them— kaveh, VENTI, arataki itto, AYATO, albedo, xingqiu, cyno, aether, zhongli, tartaglia, heizou

As your blade came so close to slashing his neck you were finally hailed as a hero. A champion, a winner. But that void in your heart, a trophy can't fill that piece of your heart. He told you it was okay, as both of you staged a fight. Now he was tortured, punished for his crimes. He made you defeat him so you'll be once again called a hero.

You visit him almost everyday, always with an anonymous identity. He still smiled even with his tortured frame, one from lashes, some from his couple inmates. How can he sacrifice all his of career for you? It was easy really. No amount of punishment could exceed your cries, and that beautiful pained face he can't bear to see.

you join the darkside— kaeya, AYATO, albedo, pantalone, scaramouche, pierro, dainsleif, tartaglia

He lured you right to his trap. It all started when you met him, it was like Eve drawing closer to the sneaky snake. But just like it, your first meeting was destiny. Your family always wanted you to be a kind loving child. And you grew up as one. But as you learned more about the other side, you realized how wrong the "morally right" actually is.

It started off with a petty theft, to some injuries and then violence. With him at your side, it felt like pure adrenaline rushed to your veins. He taught you reality, away from the fairy tale built by the stupid legends of heroes. He made you feel that pain and hatred all came from love. You made him feel that loving was never enough to show just how much he adores you. Bang.

he becomes good— scaramouche, THOMA kazuha, VENTI, kaveh, tighnari, zhongli, bennett, xiao

He was never really evil. He was hurt. And when you feel him, and touch and be with him you learn how he actually is. How he was supposed to be. He used his power to see you often, maybe battle with you, but with the many chances to defeat you he chose not to. The many chances to destroy your plans, he left.

On quiet nights, away from the prying eyes and evil plans. There lies both of you, one asleep, one awake. He looks at the person lying on the grass and stares at the peaceful sky and saw no difference. You were the shooting star. His wish. He can't be evil, and he never was. And just for you, he never will. He can't stand to lose you, and he would give everything he built for that.

BONUS: he sacrifices himself— thoma, KAZUHA, alhaitham, childe, albedo, diluc, KAEYA

No... it can't be. He cant die like that. Not for you. It wasn't how it was supposed to be. Pleas of you wanting to wake him up. He was supposed to be a foe. But how he loved you so. He made you feel like you had a purpose, that you were more than just a weapon of justice. He made you feel alive and in doing so it killed him.

The war was over. But was it worth it? It wasn't. Killing him, destroyed you, tore you to pieces. He planned all of this. He knew he was... and in the palm of his hand lie the letter. A plan? A story? No.. it only stated three words you were so scared told him. A feeling you now regret.

"I love you."

Back at work

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. mentions of stalking/a stalker, nothing that i know of? not proof read please dm me if i misgendered reader/any mistakes.

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. !!! i hope you guys enjoy this!! i've been getting LOADS of ideas lately and every time i complete a chapter i get so excited because i can finally start jotting down everything i want to happen in THAT chapter so yay!! it's like a lil reward to me. and once again i apologize for like.. procrastinating and leaving this chapter be, I PROMISE YOU AFTER I HAD FINISHED THIS CHAPTER MY ASS STARTED TO WRITE CHAPTER SIX ALREADY.

►— wordcount. 4.8k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: snooze- sza

Today was the first day you would be going back to work. Normally, you wouldn't be nervous at all, it was just like every other work day—waking up at 5 am, doing your morning routine, getting dressed, eating something light for breakfast before leaving your house to go to work.

Most people would groan everyday about work, complaining that it was too "hard" and that they barely got to "rest" which IS a big problem but not for you! You worked at a bakery, it was very calming and peaceful job and plus, you could bring home a few baked goods (as the owners were just a lovely old couple who were really kind).

The problem is, you weren't so sure if you could trust the 24 men – that now somewhat lived with you– all alone in your home. I mean yes, there were a couple men you could trust to be in charge of making sure nothing happened (Albedo, Dainsleif, Al-haitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Pierro.. surprisingly).

So today is a day where you would have to just see if everything will turn out fine, and even though Childe told you not to worry and that everything will be fine... his very not obvious cheeky grin was not going to be fooling you or anyone.

You literally woke up, got ready for work and ate the breakfast Thoma made for you, all the while anxious. Obviously you have somewhat trust with the men, you did not want to upset them in any way if you outright just told them "erm i actually do NOT trust you at all staying in my home without me so!!!".

So of course you said nothing and kept a nervous smile on your face. Everything was going to be okay... Nothing was going to happen to anyone or anything.. Well that's what you thought until you came home at around 6:30 pm.

Lets rewind a bit.

"Ughhhhhh do you really have to go though? Like... You can just stay here.."

"For the whole day?"

"Well-" "and not get any money?" "...."

Gorou frowns, clearly upset about the fact that you were going to leave for work after being with them for four whole days (it's a lot to him apparently) and even after desperately trying to persuade you to stay, you were very adamant about going to work.

Ayato lets out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his hand on Gorou's shoulder. "Leave it be, Gorou... Work is very important after all." Ayato explains, backing you up.

You smiled softly as you slipped your shoes on, making sure that you had everything in your bag before quickly sending a text to the owners of the shop.

"I'll be there soon! ❤️"

Tucking your phone back into your bag, your hands rest on the doorknob as you opened the door slightly, body just halfway through the door, your eyes scanned the scene before you (making sure that everything was in its place so you'd know if anything was broken and or moved later on).

Thoma was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, and dare you say he looked delicious. (... not literally) His sleeves were rolled up as he wore your rubber gloves on his hands, not only that but he also wore a pink and white polka dot apron. He looked like the definition of 'Male-wife'.

Ayato and Gorou standing in front of you to the side, going back and fourth about how he (Gorou) should let you go to work and how (Ayato) should just let him grab a hold of your legs and prevent you from going to work.

The rest of the men were either sitting on the couch or leaning on the couch watching you watch Ayato and Gorou bicker. As your grave wavers off to the other men your eyes landed on Heizou, that cheeky man.

A smirk appears on Heizou's lips as he caught your eye. "Missing me already?" Heizou flirted, winking at you so... flirtatiously. Your cheeks began to flush up at his actions, you clear your throat and looked away.

"Absolutely not. I'll be going to work now alright? Please don't fight or anything.. Remember, Dainsleif, Zhongli and Neuvillette are in charge." You reminded, the men in charge all nod their heads are your word, and they all glare at Childe. Because they knew he wouldn't listen.

Childe was blissfully unaware of the stares as he was busy giving you puppy dog eyes, all the while stepping closer towards you, hoping that it would work. Obviously it did not.

"Whatever you're trying to do, Childe, Isn't working. Okay bye bye! I'll be back at around five (5) pm." You wave your hand goodbye and pat Childe's head before clicking the lock on the doorknob and closed the door shut.

Childe groaned, leaning his head against the door. "They better come back at five exactly, or else.." He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Or else what ginger boy? You aren't going to do SHIT" Wanderer scoffs, smirking at the ginger-haired reaction as he knew he was now 100% pissed. Before Childe or Wanderer start anything Zhongli cleared his throat, his hand on his lips.

Zhongli glared at the both of them—not putting up with their antics and arguing.

Childe soon stormed off, mumbling under his breath along the lines of how "Y/n's always putting Zhongli in charge.. Why not me?! I'm very stern and a great person to put in charge..." And yadadada.

Heizou heaved a great and dramatic sigh, sinking down into his seat. He knew it was going to one long and boring day without you.

The walk from your home to your workplace was quite short really, it didn't take too long to reach your job area. And one of the best things about walking to the pastry shop is that it was calming, since the time you leave your home and walk to your destination is early in the morning (7 AM) it's very quiet.

There are no loud noises, no chitter chattering, absolutely nothing. Only the sounds of bird chirpings, the sounds of the ringing from bikes as they passed by, the soft and cold whooshing of the wind as the leaves shake, you were calmed by the sounds.

But today. Your stress levels were spiked up slightly, you were nervous about leaving all the 24 men men in your home, all alone (it's just you gone but still), without YOUR supervision!! But then again you had Zhongli, Dainsleif and Neuvillette to be in charge but you can't help but worry.

Like what if they break your favourite plate that costed $23 from Amazon?! What if Childe and Wanderer fight once again and knock everything over?! only the Lord can save them when you arrive home, that's for sure.

Before you knew it you were right in front of your bakery shop. Subconsciously you let out a sigh upon seeing the familiar sign of the shop. "Mrs. Bakery" it read. A smile reached your lips as you opened the front door, the sound of the wind chimes tinkling against one another.

Stepping foot into the warm shop, your eyes sparkled with joy as you noticed Mrs. Sam grinning and waving at you. "Welcome Y/n, I feel like it's been so long... Come, I've just prepared a batch of Caramel Donuts, come try one, I need your opinion."

You wasted no time and walked over to the back of the shop, placing your bag down and greeting Mr. Sam before trying the Donuts.

As you finished chowing down on the Donut you hummed in delight, nodding your head in acknowledgement. "Mmmh! Tastes really nice, boss! I don't know how you guys do it..."

"Oh—Please, no need to call me 'Boss', you know to call me Linda." The old woman chuckled, shaking her head playfully, you smiled back in response and began to put on your apron.

You begin to do your job, cleaning the tables, setting the new Donuts, Cakes and pastries in the display case before counting the money, checking in the emails and making sure you have all the pastries ready for the orders. Everything was okay and in order.

The time was now 8:30 AM, you got from behind the counter and walked up front to the door and turned the "CLOSED" sign around, it now read "OPEN", the store was now open for the day.

And as you all wait for your customers you lean against the counter, jus staring into the void when you suddenly felt someone nudge your arm, it was Charles, well, Mr. Sam.

"Oh, Charles! Is everything alright, do you need help with anything?" You asked, fixing your posture as he just caught you slacking off of work. Charles shook his head and laughed. "No No, I'm fine. You just look... troubled, are you okay?"

You shake your head, sighing. "No, I'm okay thank you. Just uh.. you know.. things." You replied with a sheepish smile, trying to make sure that the truth doesn't slip out of your mouth.

Charles hums as he stared out the door. "Oh! Look, our first customer. Be sure to welcome them!" He states before walking away. You straightened your back even more before smiling as you welcomed your first customer.

Work will surely get the nervousness off your mind and body.

(Now back at home,) After you left your home, Heizou, Gorou, Aether and Lyney groaned in defeat, what were they going to do now? You were gone.. there was nothing to do without you.

Thoma had already finished washing and drying the dishes as he now leaned against the couch, humming a soft tune. The silence was deafening, everybody was too quite, way too quite to the point where they could hear the birds chirping from out the window, the small droplets coming out of the tap as it landed on the wiped sink, the occasional sighs and sniffles from the men amongst them.

Yeah it was quiet.

Then all of the sudden Thoma perked up—giving Kaveh a fright. Kaveh, who was staring at Thoma as he sat on the couch, had jumped from the sudden movement of Thoma, his face was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!" but you know, he didn't actually scream that out loud.

Thoma smiles sheepishly and apologized, "sorry Kaveh, I didn't mean to.. but I have an idea to propose." Thoma states, looking around the room, Zhongli gave him a nod to continue.

"Wait wait wait—sorry to interrupt you but uh.. why do you sound so... professional?" Itto intercepts, staring at Thoma looking seriously dumbfounded. Thoma shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but anyway back to my idea, I say we should clean Y/n's house? I mean we're all bored and have nothing to do. Plus, I'm positive Y/n will be thankful for us cleaning her home."

Thoma's suggestion didn't sound so bad, the idea of cleaning? Not sp much. You being happy that your house is clean? Absolutely yes. The hums of agreement could be hear from around the living room.

"Hm.. that doesn't sound so bad, I guess, but I dibs not cleaning the bathroom OR unclogging the sink!" Heizou added, knowing that he beat majority of the men who also wanted to dibs not cleaning the bathroom and or unclogging the sink.

Many of the men groaned, wishing that maybe someone would take one for the team when Zhongli cleared his throat, immediately silencing everybody. "I say we all do it in groups. I will do it for you guys since I do not trust any of you doing it."

After many troubles, arguing and nasty stares, Zhongli decided that he, Ayato, Heizou and Aether would be a group and clean the living room.

Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc and Xiao were in group two, they were in charge of cleaning the bedrooms (and making sure that everything you placed was still in its' position).

Baizhu, Kazuha, Itto and Gorou were in group three, in charge of mopping, sweeping and vacuuming the floors.

Venti, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Freminet were in group four, they were put to the job of dusting everything.

Childe, Dainsleif, Pantalone and Pierro were set into group five, they organized your wardrobe.

Capitano, Lyney, Cyno, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Dottore and Wanderer were in group six, they were in charge of... cleaning the toilet and bathroom.

And last but not least, Thoma, he was set to organizing the cabinets with the food, plates, utensils and all kitchenware. He was the only one who was happy with his position.

They all set off to the spots and began to clean, at first they didn't enjoy cleaning (other than Thoma, Aether, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Lyney) but over time they enjoyed it, it was therapeutic and gave them a sense of pride when they see how much they cleaned.

And thankfully, no vases or anything fragile fell and or broke, everything was all well and clean as the men made sure to be extra careful around your most prized possessions.

While they all cleaned, time seemed to have gone by fast, three (3) hours had already passed by the time everybody was done cleaning. "Oh my lord.. that was extremely tiring, I need water.." Lyney spoke breathlessly, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he dragged his feet across the floor to the kitchen.

Unlike some other men who did not even sweat a drop and looked energetic (Diluc, Wriothesley, Itto and Childe), they all slumped on the couch, tired from all of their cleaning they were sure their muscles would grow after all the arm strength they used in scrubbing.

Lyney came back with with cans of soda and gave them all to everybody, as they all took it from Lyney's hand and on the coffee table they all thanked him and thanked the lord.

"Soda has never tasted any better..." Itto sighed after chugging the whole can before burping, loudly. Childe, along with the others groaned in annoyance and muttered under the breath.

"How disgusting.." "Why is he always burping?" "Does he have no shame?!"

Heizou looked up to the clock on the wall, the time read 10:45 AM. Heizou closed his eyes, taking in breaths as he thought about you coming through the door, finally finishing work.

There was still seven (7) hours left, and there was nothing to do but watch shows and sleep through the afternoon.

"That would be $7.50 thank you!" You said, reaching your hand out for him while smiling towards your regular customer. He always came every (opening) single day, you were always so thankful to his understanding and kind nature but he did sometimes creep you out.

Despite him always wearing a black hoodie that was always hanging on his face, you could always see his smile.

The man smiled in an unsettling way before nodding his head and handing you the money, you ignored the way his hands seemed to linger on yours for more than a second as he passes you the money.

"You look even better than usual, Y/n." The man whispers, your brows furrowed as you slightly leaned in closer. "I'm sorry?" You heard him just fine but the way he said it put you off, maybe your brain was wiring his words to sound weird?

"I—I mean you look amazing, today!" He stuttered, cheeks blushing a bright coral red. You smiled shyly and thanked him quietly, still not used to compliments.

Your gaze follows him as he walks off, sitting down at his usual seat as he looks down at the table. "Hello?" The voice of another customer caught your attention, your head snapped back as you quickly apologized and getting back to work.

A beautiful, brown haired woman who looked around your age began ordering her drink, you took everything down and gave her the price. "That'll be $5.90, anything else?" She shakes her head.

You expected her to move so that you could take the next customer but she didn't, her eyes shifted to the man you were talking to earlier before looking at you.

"That.. guy. Do you know him personally?" She asked quietly, leaning in closer. Your brows furrowed at her question. "... No, why?"

A sigh.

"I don't mean to come off as a stalker but.. For a couple of weeks now I've seen him coming to this shop and talking to you, stalking you, watching you as you worked and when you left. Please don't freak out—I just want you to know."

For a second your heart skipped a beat, you expected yourself to be afraid and you know, the usual scared emotions but for some reason you felt.. neutral? You would've never expected that him, your regular customer, to be your stalker.

The thought of him following you home, watching you work, watching you leave work made you feel uncomfortable, but you had to stay calm as the supposed stalker was in the room with you.

You nod your head slowly and took a deep breath, looking at the woman in her eyes. "Thank you for telling me, I'll... do something about it." The lady smiles apologetically and walks away, leaving you a few seconds to your thoughts before you were dragged right back into reality by the voice of your next customer.

All the while you were serving and taking the customers orders, you found yourself glancing at the man in black, the more you stare at him the more you noticed how suspicious he looked, the more unsettled and scared you felt, the pit in your lower stomach was filled with butterflies.

Your palms grew sweatier as everything became harder to concentrate on. Questions ran through your mind.

Was he really stalking you? Are you and that other woman overthinking it? But then why does he look so suspicious? Why was he always staring at you so.. greedily?

It got to the point where you couldn't even focus on your customers and answer their questions and orders. "Hello? Helloooo? Ugh are you even listening?" Was the only thing you could hear from your very annoying customer.

You placed your palm up, apologizing to the customer. "I—I'm sorry I need to go do something, I'll get another person wait.." You stated, your hand rubbing your temples as you walked off into the back of the shop to meet Mrs. Sam

Mrs. Sam noticed you walking into the room looking troubled. "Y/n, everything alright? Are the customers being rude?" She questioned, placing both of her hands on your shoulders—holding you steady.

"I'm.. I don't know, I don't feel good nor safe. Can I take a quick break? I'm so sorry—" You were cut off by Mrs. Sam as she shushes you.

"Never be sorry, Dear. Take as much time as you need I'll get Charles to do the job." You were thankful for her as she calls her husband over and explains the situation, he wasted no time getting out of the kitchen.

Time passed by as you sat down on a chair, just thinking about everything. "You know..." Mrs. Sam begun, washing the dishes, not even staring at you as she continues to speak.

"You can tell me anything, I'll try to help. If you don't feel safe you can go home you know? We are about you a lot."

Turning your head around you stared up at her before looking back down, sighing. "It's nothing Mrs. Sam, I don't feel safe walking home right now. D'you think you could walk me home today?"

Mrs. Sam hums, finishing up her washing before placing the plate on a dish rack. She puts her latex gloves away and faces towards you. "Why, of course, I don't mind."

A smile reached your lips as you felt a slightly bit better and safer.

—

Finally, it was 4:50 PM, you would be going home early as the couple allowed you too, this would mean that the shop would close 10 minutes earlier.

Fortunately there were no more customers by the time you were closing the shop—the supposed stalker had went away as well.

You made sure to count the money, wipe the tables, and make sure that all the pastries that weren't bought were put in the freezer. You turned the "OPEN" sigh around, signifying that the shop was now closed.

You grabbed your bag and checked that everything was inside before opening the door and holding it open for the old couple before closing and locking it after stepping out.

"Thank you for walking me home, I feel much better now!" You happily expressed, smiling towards the both of them. Charles chuckled and waved his hand.

"It's no worries, It has gotten quite dangerous nowadays you know.. I heard on the news last week that a young woman went missing in an alleyway near Hills St.."

You giggled as he rambled on about stories about him and his wife, they always made your day. Sooner or later you reached your home, you had totally forgotten about the 'stalker'.

After thanking them, you waved goodbye and unlocked the door, after hearing the click you turned the doorknob and pushed yourself inside.

As the men waited patiently for you to come home, the sound of the click of the doorknob was heard from the door. Everybody whipped their head towards the sound and immediately got up—as if they were ready to pounce on you (because they were).

The second Heizou saw your figure coming through the door he ran towards you and hugged you from behind, tightly. You haven't even closed and locked the door shut yet as he held you tightly with no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Heizou" You giggled, closing the door shut behind you before locking the door. "Oh, ow ow ow— Heizou you're hugging me really tightly-!"

Heizou apologized, but you knew he didn't mean it but you didn't mind. Before you knew it more people began to hug you really tightly. Gorou, Aether and Childe all hugged your body.

They felt so warm and this was just what you needed after a long and confusing day at work.

"You seemed tired, do you need to rest?" Ayato asked worriedly, pulling the men away from your body. You looked up to meet his gaze and sighed. "Yeah, I think I do." You muttered.

That was all that he needed to know before he swooped you off your feet, obviously spooking you as your eyes widened, your heart beat spiking up as your hands immediately gripped on his arm.

"Time to go sleep." Ayato states, bringing you to your room as the rest followed behind you. You groaned, too tired to protest. "But I feel icky, I need to go take a shower first."

Ayato hummed for a second before putting you down in front of the bathroom door, he opened the door and ushered you inside. "I'll get your clothes, just stay there.

You listened to his words as you waited for him to get your pajamas. After a couple of minutes he knocked on the door, as you opened it his hand poked through the crack of the door, a pair of clothes being handed to you.

You took the clothes as he quickly retracted his hand and closed the door.

After 20 minutes of taking a warm shower you slipped your clothes on—you felt so much better, more refreshed and clean. As you exited the bathroom you made your way to your bedroom, stepping inside you noticed that the fan was on, your blinds just rolled up slightly so that little sunlight seeped in, just the way you liked it.

Not only that but Tighnari was also in your room, tending to the plants on your desk. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of your footstep and your presence.

"Finished already? Well don't mind me I'm just taking care of your plants" He spoke in a soft tone, smiling at you. You hummed and made your way to your bed before flopping down, heaving a great, relaxed sigh.

Tighnari stopped in his tracks as his ear twitched once more, he turned his head to face you lying on your bed, looking exhausted yet relaxed from the shower.

Your eyes were closed shut when you felt the edge of your bed dipping, your eyes flickered open—you spotted Tighnari sitting on the edge of your bed, just staring at you, observing your face.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You seem exhausted. Was it work?" He questioned, his voice filled with worry. You thought about your answer for a second, you would've been fine if you had not known about your so-called 'stalker'.

But could you really tell him? You knew they (all the men) were overprotective of you and if you told Tighnari, he might tell everybody as well. And that would only cause more problems.

A faint sigh escaped your lips. "No.. I'm just a bit tired is all, don't worry about me." You replied, moving around in your bed and tucking yourself in.

Tighnari didn't respond after that, it was only silent.

"... I've noticed you've been looking at my ears a lot."

Your eyes widened at his sudden words. He wasn't lying. You've been thinking about their (Tighnari and Gorou) ears and tails for a while now, they just looked so soft.

A warmness spreads across your cheeks to your face as you nod your head, "well you're not wrong"

Tighnari blushed before clearing his throat, his eyes avoiding yours. "W—well if it makes you feel a bit better, you can touch them, I don't mind. It would be an honor to have my ears touched by you."

His words made you feel some type of way but you wasted no time and pat the spot beside you, you couldn't waste this opportunity.

Tighnari obeys, lying right beside you but just a bit lower than you, you slowly placed your hand on his soft, fluffy ears, making sure not to hurt them or rub them too hard.

All the while you looked between his ears and back at his face to see any signs of discomfort. Your breath hitched in your throat, amazed by how soft they were.

"So soft..." You mumbled softly—unable to stop yourself from touching his ears. Tighnari blushed at your words and closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as his grip on the blanket tightened.

After a couple of minutes the drowsiness soon took over your body and eyelids as you fought to stay awake but to no avail. Your eyelids slowly but surely grew heavy and heavy, and before you knew it you were knocked out cold, your hand still laid on his ears.

Tighnari, too, fell asleep to your touch.

"Shhhhh! They're both asleep!" Kazuha shushed Childe who was complaining quite loudly about how he should be in the bed with you. Childe huffed and grumbled under his breath.

Soft snore escaped your mouth as you grumbled and flipped to your other side. "It's already 8, we should get to sleep as well." Neuvillette whispers, already settling down onto the mattress near your bed.

"That lucky bastard!" Wanderer scowls, glaring at Tighnari that slept peacefully on your bed, his ear twitched. Heizou rolled his eyes and began to tuck himself into the bed.

The rest went to the guest room and got ready to sleep. The sounds of the blankets rustling, people snoring, sighing and the sound of the fan was the only thing could be heard.

"Hey... guys?"

Dainsleif, Neuvillette, Cyno, Childe and the others hummed at Aether's question.

"Is it just me or was Y/n kind of off today? They seemed different I don't know why." Aether proposed, his voice was soft as he thought about you.

A chorus of hums and agreement were heard, and then it was silent again. "You think we should go visit Y/n at work? Maybe something happened to them."

Dainsleif sighed before responding. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea but... wouldn't that make us seem like creeps though? To Y/n I mean."

"Eh, not really, we're just visiting them to see if anything happened to them you know?" Childe explained, his arms and legs splayed out on the mattress of the bed, his arms hitting Gorou who groaned and turned his back towards him.

Well, at least they won't be bored the next day, just... one small thing that bothered them.

The unknown number who texted you just a couple minutes ago that read,

Messages

Mark Holey

hey, you looked ravishing today my love, i want to tell you something and i hope you feel the same way about me too, a couple weeks ago i...

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Pretty Clit

Sweetheart♡

✧｡Pantalone x fem!reader, Dottore x fem!reader

✧｡synopsis: no actual story or plot here, just them and your clit cause why not¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (this is like pure filth btw) Head empty no thoughts

✧｡warnings: Pantalone oral (fem! receiving), clit sucking, fingering, tongue grinding, daddy kink, kinda pleasuredom!pantalone, spit kink, squirting, kinda praise, kinda degradation, messy sex || Dottore master kink, slight bondage, meandom!dottore, degradation, like slight praise, clit rubbing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, rough fucking, clit slapping, dacryphilia, one mention of finger sucking, one mention of clit kissing, also kinda clit worship??? slight breeding kink, creampie, dumbification, missionary

✧｡A/N: holy shit😭😭lmao I did not expect there to be a lot of warnings, but Dottore's is like twice as long as pantalone's💀oops. Dottore could be his own separate fic but I wanted to write Pantalone because he is just so God damn fine yfm

Pantalone

"sloppy pussy loves me huh? she loves it when I spit on her? mmmm, you know I love it when you get all messy for me" he chuckles at the whine you give him

laying on his bed, dark blue satin sheets below you, as he opens your thighs with his hands. softly caressing the smooth skin. he gives your clit a chaste kiss, plump lips wrapping around the nerve and suckling in

you squirm in his hold, hips bucking up to meet his mouth as his tongue flattens out to drag from your tight hole to your sensitive bud, spreading your glistening folds

his strong hands grip you even tighter as he forces your hips to stay still, flat on the bed as he latches his mouth on your clit again, teasing it with soft grazes of his teeth and darting out his tongue to flick against it, sucking and slurping up your juices

your back arches and one of your hands grip the sheets, while the other one grabs hold of his scalp, pulling on his silky locks. you're unapologetically loud, moaning out chants of "daddy" while your eyes see stars

"you think daddy can make you cum with my tongue, princess?" he raises his head, chin covered in his saliva, and he spits right onto your clit, making your hips flinch

he dives back down, tongue flattening against the bud and grinding in an up and down motion. while one of his hands slide down to your little hole, and he pushes two of his fingers into your velvet walls, immediately setting a fast pace

the squelching noises coming from him fingering your sopping cunt are loud, and he lets you squeeze your thighs around his head as he slurps and sucks and your puffy clit

you can't help the burning sensation in your stomach when you feel your orgasm about to release, but something feels different about it

"d-daddy!! mmmm fuck! gonna cummm!" you manage to barely whimper out, slurring your words

he laughs straight into your cunt, curling his fingers up to hit your g spot, and he thrusts them in even faster and harder

this entire time he's been growling and almost groaning into your pussy as he eats the everloving fuck out of your clit, leaving your legs shaking and head throwing back

before you can even comprehend, your core snaps and you feel yourself gushing onto his face and fingers, squirting in his mouth and he moans, vibrations sending shocks into your body

your release drips down your thighs, soaking the bedsheets below and he raises his head once more. his spit and your juices covering his entire mouth and chin, and he gives you a menacing smirk

"squirting on my face like that, you really are a messy whore. do it again, but this time let's see if you can squirt on my cock, princess"

Dottore

"pretty pussy is so wet, all for me? doll, you shouldn't have! slutty little clit looks so cute" his voice is low as his thumb rubs the small nerve, watching the way you try to fight your restraints, tugging on the silk cloth

"please, master!" his other hand cups your cheek and pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck onto his digits

"hmm? use your words doll. or are you too much of a dumb whore to even think of what to say? use that stupid little brain for me" he whispers in your ear, biting down on your neck

your back is flat on his bed and he's sitting between your legs, cock out and nudging on your thigh. your hands are tired to the bed post and he smirking down at you

he grips his cock with one hand, letting out breathy, exaggerated moans as he slowly strokes the base. it's antagonizingly slow as he lines his tip with your hole, pushing in slightly only to pull it back out in a teasing manor

he raises his cock in his fist and taps it on your clit, rubbing his length between your folds and grinding it against the nerves. enjoying the way you pout at his actions

you try to match his grinding pace but he only gives your bud three more heavy taps with his tip, removing the contact and rising one of his hands to slap down on your clit, making you jolt and jerk your hips up and whine

his thumb runs through your glistening folds and starts to harshly rub your clit, teasing your tight hole with taps of his mushroom head

a repeated motion of his thumb rubbing your clit down and his cock's head slightly pushing past your ring of muscle only to immediately pull out, leaving your hole squeezing around nothing

he just laughs as he removes his thumb, leaving you a whining mess close to tears

"such a slut that you'll do anything to cum, huh doll? I know you love it when I tap my cock on your cute clit. you love it when master gives your messy pussy some attention? what a whore, crying like a bitch in heat"

he chuckles again, slapping your clit once more

small tears start to form and trickle from your eyes. he can be so mean sometimes. it's not fair

he wipes your tears with his thumb, lining up his cock with your cunt again. but this time, he doesn't stop when he pushes his dick in

no, no. he's done playing little games. he pushes his member in, inch by inch. softly moaning at the feeling of your warm walls finally wrapping around him

his fully bottoms out and grabs both of your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he sets a fast and rough pace

he kisses your calf, biting down only seconds later. basking in the way you moan his name. his hand slaps down on your clit again, this time much harder, and he sets a brutal motion of harshly rubbing his fingers onto your bundle of nerves

"nasty fucking cocksleve. moaning so loud, messy pussy is sucking me in so much. ahh~ I can feel your clenching me when I hit you clit. you like the pain? love it when I treat you like a fucking toy?"

he throws his head back as one of his free hand latches itself onto your throat, squeezing as he pounds into your cunt harder. rubbing your clit even faster

you couldn't even see your own orgasm coming, just the feeling of you cumming on his cock as he thrusts into you. your eyes roll back and you see white as your tongue lawls out, mouth spewing out more moans. your eyes water even more and tears fall down your cheeks

his grip on your throat tightens as his other hand lands harsh repeated slaps on your clit

"see? you moan so loud when I hit your messy cunny, so cute. mmm fucking made to take my cock. want me to fill your pretty pussy up, doll? ahh~ let your master breed you into his little wife?" he bends down, hot air touching your cheek as he licks the shell of your ear

"mmm! ahh~ master!! p-please cum inside meee!"

the only though in your mind is him. him, him, him. Dottore, your master. being filled and bred by your master. the way he slaps and grinds your clit sends you onto another high as you cream on his cock

and you feel him painting your walls a creamy white. filling your womb as he moans in your ear. he grins at your fucked out face, all dumb and pretty

he pulls his cock out, a mixture of your cum and his on his dick. and he lands another slap to your clit, rubbing the bud as he bends down to give it a small little kiss

"pretty clit, she loves being played with by master. we're not done yet, slut. I still need to fill you up"

These guys are super simps.... :-}

Wedding Night Sex with Genshin Men

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bridal carry, mating press, gentle sex, mating bites, rough sex, torn clothes, wall sex, cunnilingus

A/N: It was between this and arranged marriage. Might do that one another time.

Kaeya, being the gentleman that he is, carries you in his arms through the door, lavishing your face and neck with lots of kisses. However once you're all alone he cannot hold back any longer. He'd had to walk all the way to the bedroom with a semi-boner, that really needs taking care of, and what better way then to bury it inside your pussy for the rest of the night?

Diluc makes sure that your wedding night, like all others, makes you feel special. He takes his sweet time taking off your wedding dress, kissing your body, making you sigh and moan and arch as he puts his mouth on you and gets to have the thing he's secretly been craving this whole time. Forget the damn cake, all he wanted for dessert was your cunt.

Itto could have been parting it up longer but why would he when he had something, no someone better to spend his time and energy on. His beautiful new bride, who he can't wait to mating press into sweet oblivion. Speaking of mating, tonight is the night he finally gets to bite you, make you his, with his fangs, kisses, hard cock thrusting in and out of that pretty, wet pussy, making you come all over his cock and balls right before he fills you up with his own cum.

Childe had a very hard time not teasing you all night before you got to your bedroom. You looked so damn beautiful he could hardly hold back, but he did, if only because he knew you'd give him the best time of his life once you were alone. He couldn't stop touching you, his hands, his mouth, his knee between your legs, his fingers digging into your dress to take it off in a hurry, his pants barely down his legs before he thrust his cock deep and started pounding away.

Pantalone is very patient with you. His cock is almost tearing through his pants but he can wait until you get undressed. He can wait for you to shyly crawl on top of him, straddle his face and part your pussy folds for his skilled tongue. The man could watch you come again and again just from his mouth alone, but alas you need more then that, he knows it, your pussy knows it. He would never deny you on your wedding night. You can still stay on top of him, besides he rather likes to watch your expression as you lose yourself from his cock.

Dottore can't wait for the bed, he's been holding back long enough, smiling through it all. The wall it is, your legs held up, spread just like your cunt, ready for what ever he's going to give you. He will absolutely make is so you can't walk the next day, or even talk from how sore your voice will be from moaning and repeating his name in pleasure.

Zhongli has been waiting to get his hands all over you since he saw you in your wedding dress. You do loo good in it, heavenly even, too bad it stands between him and you. At least until he tears it to tiny shreds with his fangs and claws, unable to hold back from clamming you as his. He's snarling, growling, his horns and tail on full display as he ruts into your pussyhole again and again, making you yell his name so loud it leaves no doubt to whose bride you are.

Desire of Ownership

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader

a/n: capitalist man strikes again. Jokes aside, his hairstyle is amazing

Word count: 1k (exactly 1k, it's an achievement)

Warnings: unhealthy mentality and controlling behaviour

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It's rare for you to be this worked up, but you haven't felt this much annoyance in a very long time. Maybe anger would be the better word. The words uttered to you by the head maid keep repeating in your head as you angrily stomp to Pantalone's office.

You swing the door open, uncaring of his short temper with your manners. Immediately, his head raises from his desk as the abacus beads shine menacingly. After closing the door, you pad over to his desk, arms crossed.

"I take it that you're cross?"

You scoff, "That is an understatement."

"Well then," he puts down his signature quill, "I was going to take a break anyway. Go on."

"What are you trying to do? I was stopped from stepping into the garden and was told that it's a direct order from you. I can't leave the building now? What are you going to do next? Chain me to the bed?"

"I might just do it if you forget your manners. Remember who you're talking to, my dear."

"Answer my question. What is going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. Now, if you're done with your temper tantrum, go to the master bedroom. I'll be with you shortly."

"Pantalone," you whine out, moving towards him as his eyes follow your every move, "I want to go to the garden."

"You'll dirty your dress, and I rather like this one on you." He slyly runs his hands over your hips when you stand beside him. Dark eyes peer over the edge of his glasses, analysing your facial expression. The Regrator knows that you sweet talk him to get what you want, but he never does anything to stop it. What's wrong with tolerating it?

It'll make it all the more amusing when he crushes all that confidence.

"I can change, it's not a problem."

"Not needed," he shakes his head, "just wait for me in our room."

You ignore the feeling that settles in your stomach.

"Alright."

When you were walking towards the door, you could physically feel his eyes on every move you made.

-

Contrary to your assumptions, all Pantalone did was lay his head on your lap as he talked about finances and investments, visibly annoyed at so-called ‘side characters’ for increasing his workload. He even went to the trouble to call someone a babbling oxymoron. When you snickered at the name, he just turned his back to you, suddenly quiet.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he turns and looks you in the eye. Pantalone adjusts his glasses without breaking eye contact. It’s unnerving and you’ve unknowingly stiffened, muscles not daring to move.

“Oh,” his grin widens, “I thought you were enjoying yourself. Where did that laughter and smile go?”

Though his arms are crossed over his stomach, you know better than to test his reflexes. With a flattering motion of brushing his hair away from his face, you give him a little smile.

“Have I offended you somehow?”

“You look relaxed but judging from your muscles, you are as tense as a fresh recruit. Tell me, my little siren’s song, why are you so worked up?”

You nervously gulp. Despite him being on your lap, you’re still under his thumb. Right now, he’s just one question away from crushing you under it. Before you can say anything to defend yourself, a hand reaches and starts tracing your jawline. Goosebumps rise on your arms and neck at the unwavering eye contact, openly displaying your apprehension. He knows, doesn’t he?

He puts a finger on your lip to shush you when you try again.

“No need for explanations. I already know. If you think that you can do something that I had strictly prohibited right under my nose, let this be a warning to you.”

Head hung low, you move your gaze to your fiddling hands. A wheel of luck spins in your mind, waiting to stop to reveal which punishment he’d like to deliver this time.

“The maid you promised a transfer had come to me directly after your initial conversation with her. I’m aware that my employees aren’t too fond of me but using that to your advantage… you’re more cunning than you look.”

In one fluid motion, he’s sitting upright. A hand grabs your chin and raises your face, forcing eye contact.

“I read the letter you had posted. There’s nothing to be gained from telling your parents that you’re alive. I had your death falsely announced so that all those pests would leave us alone, yet you have the gall to throw everything into the water?”

“My parents… they deserve to know.”

“You’re lucky you hadn’t mentioned anything else. I would never spare you if you had.”

“Why, aren’t you just merciful.”

Pantalone laughs, eyes crinkling with amusement, “I suppose there is no limit to your impudence?” He scoots closer to you, hand travelling to cup your cheek before it moves to your nape. “The letter was never posted. Consider yourself lucky.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Why not? Being the spouse of the richest harbinger who just so happens to control the economy of Snezhnaya is something that not anyone can be. You, my dearest, are special."

Ah, how could you forget? Sometimes, being special means being at the wrong place at the right time and saying the right thing at the wrong time. A coincidence after coincidence, all just to become a series of encounters that awaken a darker desire in a man you refuse to tolerate.

"I'm not special. You just happen to fancy me."

"Fancy? Oh no no," he simpers, "I think love is the better word. Besides, had I not loved you, I would never have wed you. If I never wed you, you would never have been mine."

At the end of the day, there is still an unspoken truth that he spares you everytime.

'If you had never been mine, you would never have belonged to me.'

cg!harbingers

feat pantalone, dottore, childe (may be ooc)

genre fluff

notes if u aren’t already, please educate yourself about age regression before sending hate towards me or thinking this is sexual, this is NOT sexual

pantalone

will buy you literally anything

you like that sippy cup? you’ll find it on your bed not long after

you like that stuffie? he already bought it

also tends to buy you stuff to entertain yourself, mainly due to the fact that sadly he’s often very busy and he doesn’t want his little one to be bored/sad

likes to be called ‘papa’, he doesn’t know why it just makes him happy internally

calls you little one or baby/boy/girl

will try his hardest to be home as much as possible so he can be there to help when you age regress and to give you his undivided attention <3

dottore

high key very curios about your regression

obviously he will be your caregiver but if you allow him, he wants to research what makes you regress/why you regress and such

whenever he’s not there to keep you company, one of his clones will look after you

surprisingly soft around you when you regress

he likes being called papa as well

will call you any nickname in the book, practically calls you all the nicknames there are when you’re in little space

tries to keep you out of his fatui business as much as possible

overall, he cares a lot about you and he tries his best to look after you and attend to your needs+wants <3

childe

best caregiver 101

he is also filthy rich, so prepare to be spoiled with gifts galore

whenever he can’t spend time with you, he usually asks zhongli if he can look after you

dw zhongli won’t judge you for being a little, he’s surprisingly pretty good with age regressors

childe likes being called daddy, makes him feel all giddy inside

because he’s a big brother, he’s just really good with you no matter what age you regress to and wether you’re non verbal or verbal

enjoys napping with you when he has the chance to <3

Sweet Tooth

Being Hoyo men's sugar baby Notes: not proofread; smut fic; minors DNI; fic under the cut

These men would buy you such cute yet costly little bags, you shouldn't be lifting any fingers after all, let them take care of you, you just gotta sit there and look nice and pretty on their lap, having your cute little cunt choke on their cock as you slowly bounce on them

They'd take you for a spin around to get your nails done to the latest fashion trends or buy you a brand new shade of lipstick, don't worry about the cost, just pay them back with your newly done fingers wrapped and pumping their shaft, your new lipstick smearing around their length as your mascara dribbles down with your tears, you get them so aroused looking like so pathetic like that

Men who'd probably bend you over in public or in their office, he can't go an hour without stuffing you full, he feels so sad and cold without your hot pussy to warm him up, doesn't matter if his subordinates or other people see, buying their silence won't even wring out half of his pocket change 

-- pantalone, aventurine, wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, blade, jingyuan, welt, childe

fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

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–tw. Fem reader, size difference, sub!wolf!reader x dom!bunnie!boy, breeding, bratty reader, doggy style to prone bone, overstimulation, hybrid au, kabedoning, tail tugging, eating outz from behind, creampies, brat taming, enemies to lovers, dub-con(???), teasing, mindbreak, masturbation, mention of heats, public sex in a storage room, blowjob,

ღ ~ You never liked this bunny boy that's just roaming around thinking he's the shit. You were pretty sure he's tired of you aswell. Always in his face saying that you could easily break him down, he doesn't take you seriously by your height and just smirks which ticks you off even more.

You always find a way to tease him. Either by tugging on his tail or ears, or sitting on his lap when he's studying or reading, grinding down to get a reaction from him. He doesn't have a popular fanbase so you won't have to worry about girls getting jealous or flocking over him.

He's very quiet too. You've done things to him that would've surely made him whine or moan. You know you can overpower this big guy. But, why isn't he getting affected by any of your methods? You almost want to cry. But you won't show it.

Outside of the building, you hold his arm as if you were his girlfriend. Wrapping your tail around his leg as you follow him to a café or even his home. He doesn't care what you do. You look adorable looking around in his home. He'll even be willing to let you stay a night or two. Even let's you wear his shirts which are really oversized since it hangs low past your knees. You were left with just his shirt, your panties, and thigh highs.

He let you sleep on his bed and he takes the sofa. As you let some time pass, you took a hold of his pillows and hugged it with your arms and legs as if it was a real person you were cuddling. You grind your cunt onto the pillow, your juices seeping onto the cotton filled thing from your panties. You'll just give an excuse saying that you drool a lot. You inhaled the scent that lingered on the pillow and sheets, making your cunt stickier with slick.

You grinded down harder onto the pillow but you grew frustrated with the outcome of not reaching your high. You sat up and pushed your panties to the side. Your underwear was so sticky that slick stuck to it when you pushed it to the side. Your nimble fingers toyed with your clit and pushed some fingers into your cunt. You let out low whimpers and moans so as not to wake him up. You closed your eyes, deep into pleasure as you were reaching your high. Your hands reached that spot you longed to touch for so long, you squirted onto the sheets and on your hands.

You let out a few squeaks and breathy moans before realizing you wet his sheets. You fixed yourself up and wiped the sweat that was dripping down your temples. You ran to his closet and rummaged through them to find another clean sheet. You found one and replaced the one. You threw the other one in the far back of the closet and went to sleep. You hoped you didn't wake him.

Oh but you did wake him. He was just reading when he heard breathy whimpers coming from his room. He crept to the slightly cracked bedroom door and spied on you as you continued your act. He felt blood rushing to his cock and to his surprise he was hard. He palmed himself before taking out his thick and girthy cock out. The tip had a pearl of precum drool from the slit. His hand strokes the base as he continued to pump at the sight of you.

Soon he came in sync with you. His cum falling on the floor. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wipe it up and threw it in the dirty hamper. He went back to the sofa and went to sleep.

The next day was a weekend. You woke up to see him making breakfast. You tapped his shoulder, saying that you'll need a ride home. He nodded and told you that he had an extra toothbrush in the bathroom if you needed one. You both ate and reluctantly complimented his food while feeling hot in the face with a pout. He chuckled silently.

You brush your teeth with the extra toothbrush and put your work clothes back on, you tie your blazer around your waist and grab your essentials to go wait in the car like he told you.

The whole car ride to your place was very quiet, except you told him which direction to go. You arrived outside of your apartment complex and it was time for you to go. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the car. You noticed he didn't leave afterwards and noticed he was looking at you so you blew him a kiss and waved him off. He shyly waved and drove off.

Monday soon came rolling by and you were back to your normal self. The teasing was getting on his nerves today not because he was tired of you, no. He was surprised you didn't kneel at his feet, begging him to take you.

Throughout the week, you were slowing down your teasing and talked to the other employees. On a late Friday, you and him were told to work late hours. The boss gave him the keys as he trusts him to lock up the place. You both were at the end of your shift and you just wanted to get home and relax in a nice shower. He ran off somewhere maybe to the bathroom but you saw he was done.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes and you were finishing up the printing and typing. You took a sticky note and wrote I'm done so I'm taking your keys to your car to wait inside. You packed up your things and took the elevator down.

You tiredly walked to the entrance but your arm got pulled into a storage room. You screamed but the person used their hand to cover your mouth. You ears went flat on your head as your tail fluffed up in fear.

A light turned on and you saw him. Your ears perked up and your tail felt the urge to wag. “E-eh? Why did you drag me here?!” you yelled but he did nothing but glare down at you which made you feel really small. “You been nothing but a brat, little miss wolf.” he crosses his arms as he glares at you more intently.

He started walking towards you and you back away slowly as if YOU were the bunny in this situation. You hugged your tail, hoping he wouldn't hurt you. You saw his shadow hovering over you. You peered up and saw him with his hand placed above your head. “I know what you did in my bed, little wolf.” you looked at him as if he was crazy but your eyes widened as the thought came back to you. “I-I can explain y'kn-” “There's no need for it.” and with that he swiftly lifted your woke skirt up, revealing your drenched panties and slick thighs.

You gasped and tried to cover it but he took your wrists into his hands and pinned them to the wall. “Don't try to cover up now since you didn't think about it while fingering yourself in my bed,” your ears went flat and you felt your face go hot and meekly apologized.

“Get on your knees.” you were about to ask him why but met his sharp gaze and it said otherwise. You got on your knees and waited for something to happen. His hand reached the zipper of his pants and unzipped it. He pushed his underwear down to reveal his thick, long, and girthy dick. It nearly smacked you in the face but you backed up, you gave his dick a scared look of terror. How could he, a bunny, have such a big thing like that?

He nudged his cock to your lips and you gave it a kitty lick. You let your lips engulf the tip of his dick and slide your tongue on the underside. You inched his cock further down your throat but your tongue could barely lick the underside. Your head moved faster with the motion to grant him his release. Breathy moans came from above you as you didn't notice his hand itching its way to the back of your head. His palm grasped your head to push you down further on his cock, you nose touching his pubic area as he blew his load in your throat.

You tried to move away but his hand kept you there as cum kept pumping from his dick. Some were already leaving your mouth even though you hadn't moved away. Some cum dropped on the floor and some landed on your face.

He finally released your head and you coughed when, trying to catch your breath. You noticed he undressed himself from his blazer and dress shirt and placed it on the ground in a neat way. “On all fours, now.” he pointed at the clothes and you shyly moved the clothes, positioning yourself on all fours. His hands moved all over your body to undress you fully. He only left you in your thigh highs as he thought it was cute to see your legs thrashing with the tight material squeezing at your thighs.

His hands grab at your thighs and move himself to your sticky and dripping pussy.”Pleasepleaseplease. . .” you begged. He dove his tongue in your cunt, your juices hitting his tongue. Your eyes widened as your thighs started to shake and tremble. He flattened his tongue on your cunt which made you get closer on the edge as he thrust his tongue in and out your pussy. His tongue thrust into that spot that made you squirt on his face. Your arms collapsed under you and your ass was now in the air.

You were embarrassed how you wet his face. Your ears and tail drooped and he noticed but just gave pats to your head. You snuggled your head up into his head and didn't notice how his cock head was basically breathing on your pussy.

He thrusted in while gripping your waist. Your hands clawed at the clothes beneath you that were protecting you from bruising your hands and knees. You mewled as he hit right on the spot, making you gush all over his dick. Your pussy was slightly struggling to take him fully in. Just pushing your pussy past its limit was a life achievement for him. He pulled at your tail so you can meet with his thrusts. You whined and yelped due to how sensitive your tail was.

Your tongue was sticking out your mouth in the most lewd fashion. You tried to crawl away but he grabbed your arms and pulled them behind you to further thrust into your pussy. You dove your face into the clothes beneath you and bit them between your teeth to muffle your high pitched moans and whines. His cock aimed at your cervix so much it made you feel dizzy. He could see the stars swirling above your head and your hazy eyes.

He leaned closer and started peppering soft kisses on your face. You were the smallest thing he's ever seen that even when he leaned forward you were still in the doggy position. He bit at your fluffy ears and moved his hand down to play with your clit. As he kept thrusting at your womb, he noticed your stomach kept stretching outward. He moved his hand up and felt his cock punch at your cervix which showed on your stomach. He stopped thrusting which made you look back. “I-is something wro- OOmph!” his wild thrust back into made you get pinned to the floor. His shadow hovered over you as he pinned both his arms beside you.

You whined as the mushroom tip dove back into your cervix. If he went hard enough, he would burst through. Your legs thrashed behind you as he kept hitting the spots that you loved deep inside. Your tongue stuck out your mouth with some saliva sticking on your tongue and some drooling from your chin. His finge pinched at your tongue which made you grimace and struggle to put it back in your mouth. Your breathing got heavy and started to squirm. You pushed your hips back with all your strength to meet his thrusts. You squirted onto his dick, some splashing on his pubic area.

A few more thrusts into you and he came inside you. He creamed deep inside your womb that it made your stomach bloat which he was proud of.

Your body collapsed to the ground as you were finally tired. He got up and looked at your form. Sweat glistening on your skin, the white substance leaking from your bruised hole, and your trembling body. He grabbed you by your waist and cradled you in his arms. He grabbed his and your clothes and left the storage room to finally go home and lock up the place.

The dommy bunny boi :3 /Blade, Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Gallagher, Boothill, Sampo, Welt, Pierro, Capitano, Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Choso, Toji, Gojo, Nanami, AND OTHER CHARACTERS THAT FIT!!

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Personal Assistant…

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 1

BEFORE WE PROCEED:

-This is my first time writing a story on Tumblr

-NSFW warning

-TW: Cursing, blood, slight mention of body parts [tell me if I missed anything]

-He/Him pronouns used, dom reader

The Tsaritsa has gathered everyone in the meeting place and has announced some... Unexpected news.

She announced that it was time for a 'change' and by that, she meant that every harbinger will get their own personal assistant, whether they'd share them or not. The harbingers are the ones picking their assistants, whether they like it or not.

"Greetings to all of you, I am here to announce that there will be some changes done tonight. I've seen some people slack off and some just not doing their job-- But don't worry, I've disposed of them already. Moving on, every harbinger will get their own assistant. I don't care whether you'd have to share the said assistant or not, and this will be mandatory. Any questions?"

Arlecchino raised her hand up immediately and proceeded to ask a question, the other harbingers just complaining inside their mind. What? It's not like they had a death wish or anything.

"Tsaritsa, forgive me, but why do we need an assistant when we're all capable of doing things on our own?"

The room suddenly became a bit too cold for their liking, even their uniforms weren't enough to keep them warm, it felt like they were going to freeze to death.

"I remember some of the harbingers having trouble with their work, and it hindered their progress from sending their reports to me. And so, I will let you choose your assistants to ASSIST you in your experiments, reports, exploration, and everything. If there are no more questions, let's proceed."

She scanned the chilly room and saw that everyone stayed quiet and so-- she continued

"Harbingers, listen closely. You will be picking your own assistant, you can share an assistant but make sure to give them a PROPER schedule, the deadline for getting an assistant is a week from now, am I clear?"

"Understood."

She quickly sent them away and ended the meeting while the harbingers gathered all of the fatui responsible for fighting and sending reports and held a meeting of their own.

The room was chilly, but it was spacious enough for the fatui. The harbingers stood at a stage, with The Jester in the middle holding the announcement.

After Pierro explained the mechanics of how to be their personal assistant, they did the test.

First, they had to fight three active ruin guards at the same time.

Second, they had to arrange the papers within five minutes or less.

Third, they had to arrange every room neatly by memorizing what it looked like [basically a memory game]

And last, they had to solve a puzzle.

And only six of the fatui passed the tests.

"Congratulations to;

-Shiozaki Shimizu

-Bernard Jest

-(M/N) (L/N)

-Marie Antonette

-Op Marion

and last,

-Huya Nil

You six have passed the test, but some of you will be appointed to two harbingers"

The air was tense, they didn't want to get appointed to multiple harbingers, it was too much work for them and they would easily get burnt out.

They only stayed quiet and prayed to any archon out there to save them. The air was freezing, THEY were freezing, and they were quite frightened at the fact that some of them will be appointed to two harbingers.

"Shiozaki, you will be appointed to Columbina."

"Bernard, you will be appointed to Arlecchino and Pulcinella"

"(M/N), you will be appointed to Il Dottore"

"Marie, you will be appointed to Capitano and I"

"Op, you will be appointed to Sandrone"

"Huya, you will be appointed to Pantalone and Tartaglia"

"With that, everybody is dismissed, the new assistants, go to their newly appointed bosses."

As they went to their bosses and introduced themselves, they quickly followed them except for those who were appointed to two harbingers as they were discussing the schedule.

Let's pan over to our main character for today, yeah?

(M/N) quickly followed Dottore as they went into his laboratory, the walk was quiet and tense as (M/N) was quite intimidated by the masked man.

The two of them finally arrived at the laboratory and it was HUGE. There were machines, blueprints, body parts, and mechanical parts everywhere. It was a sight to behold-- and it was ORGANIZED too.

"Listen to me, we have rules here. First, you must stay quiet whenever I am working, no interruptions are allowed. Second, you must be near or close to me at all times if ever I need something. And third, you cannot refuse what I say. Do I make myself clear?"

(M/N) put his hand on the other side of his shoulder, just above his heart, and bowed

"Yes, sir."

Part 2

I love the snow

“Love please come back inside!”

Looking over your shoulder, seeing Pantalone standing in the opening of the big doors. You were knees deep in snow, the biggest grin on your face as you just kept playing in the snow.

He had taken you back to snezhnaya for some time away, enjoying his ‘days off.’ Which weren’t days off he kept working but now with you sitting next to him on couch. The warm fire roaring in the background, and you curled into his side with a good book or a puzzle book in hand.

But right now you were outside playing the the fresh snow that had fallen during the night, laughing as you stumbled and threw up snow. Even if Pantalone didn’t enjoy you being in the snow the scene in front of him did bring a smile to his face.

“A few more minutes, my love! I promise!”

You laughed out, head thrown back as you enjoyed the snow that you had thrown up softly falling down again. Smiling as you moved around a bit more before your tripped and went down laughing before sitting up.

Slowly standing back up, slightly wobbly on the legs you made your way back to the mansion and right into Pantalones arms. Smiling right up at him, rosy cheeks and bright eyes.

“Let’s get you out of the clothing and into something warm, my love.”

Kissing your cheeks, laughing at how cold your cheeks were softly nuzzling his nose against your cold cheek. A chuckle left your lips before turning your head and kissing him. He let you back up to your shared bedroom, helping you undress, he couldn’t help himself and kiss your bare shoulders hands on your hips. Before he dressed you in one of his black blouses, which in turn was way too big on you.

Dragen you back towards the couch, pulling you to his side but you grinned and climbed right onto his lab leaning down to kiss him. A small blush coming to his cheeks but happily kissed you back, hand sliding up onto your hips and your buried into his hair.

“I love you but I love the snow as well.”

“Oh love the let me buy you snezhnaya and more.”

He softly sigh into your mouth, a small high pitched whine left him as you pulled at his hair.

“But all I could ever wish for is right here under me, making the loveliest of noises.”

You softly teased, kissing him again as the snow started to fall again behind the two of you. Enjoying each other’s presents and the fire in fireplace.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's introduced to you as the hybrid you'll be taking care. When you found the job listed on some shady, bot-infested site, you figured it was just a temporary gig, that you'd be watching a dog or cat for a few weeks while their owner was away, so imagine your surprise when you pulled up to a reputable mansion a good hour or so out of the city, when an eccentric man with blue hair and an off-putting grin brings you to the lavish enclosure of a hybrid nearly a head taller than you, when you're told that you'll be 'petsitting' his kitten for as long as you care to hold the position. It's weird, but the money's good, and room and board are provided. You can't really afford to turn it down.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's undeniably, unabashedly spoiled. His owner claims that he tried to replicate his natural habitat as closely as possible, but you don't think there's another snow leopard on the planet who prefers mink fur to his own. You spend most of your time waiting on him, running between Pantalone and his legion of personal chefs, holding sapphires and rubies up to the light so he can decide which one he'd rather have studded into his next collar, combing through his thick black hair while he purrs and basks in your attention. It's a surprisingly demanding job, but you don't mind. He's smart for a hybrid, and surprisingly conversational. Honestly, if it wasn't for the thrashing tail that curls around your legs whenever he passes you, the pointed fangs you catch a glimpse of from time to time, you could forget he wasn't human.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who tells you there's been a change in uniform a month after you start. This variation is definitely less conservative than your old scrubs, more in-line with his own blatant aesthetic values, but you don't complain, even when he starts swapping out his crushed velvet pillows for your lap. He's still a hybrid, no matter how human he might act. You're sure he doesn't see your exposed skin as anything but... something warm and soft to rest his head on, when he's looking for someplace to nap.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who grins as he tells you why his owner is always so busy. He's a researcher, he explains, as you file down his claws for the tenth time that week. He studies hybrid mating habits. His tone is enough to make you blush, and he laughs as you stumble over your response. He goes on to talk at length about his owner's particular fascination with snow leopards, how their pickiness when it comes to choosing a partner makes them a point of interest, but you write it off as a lapse in his otherwise perfect etiquette. You manage to do the same when you find out that he's been slipping into your personal room at night, and when he openly sulks in the days leading up to one of your rare vacations. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering none of the other, more legitimate jobs you've applied for have given you so much as a call back. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering how many weeks it's been since you've heard from anyone at all.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's already above you when you woke up strapped to a metal table, your legs spread and your vision dim around the edges.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who smiles as he thrusts into you, his favorite fur coat draped over his shoulders and his expression one of idle amusement. There's a mirror built into one wall (an observational window, obviously), and a heap of silk sheets and fleece piled in a corner, but Pantalone's quick to catch your chin, to draw your attention back to him - to your mate.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always been so, so spoiled.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always gotten what he wanted - including his brand new human mate.