#Pierro genshin

[makelemonade]

THE FATUI’S CUMSLUT

all the male harbingers except Pulcinella

Really it all starts out simple; you were just a simple secretary for the Harbingers who worked directly under Pantalone.

So naturally it starts because of him.

He likes talking to you- not like, actually, loves. You’re the only person who’s actually willing to listen to his constant rambles about his theories of currency and he doesn’t know if it’s out of fear or because you’re actually willing but he still finds comfort in it.

It’s so comforting that honestly, it kinda turns him on…like no one has ever actually sat with him and listened to him with such focus that he’s lining over you, both lovingly and sickingly.

How the stress relief starts…he’s bold.

by bold, meaning you quite literally caught him jerking off to the thought of you as you walked into bring him a few papers to sigh, and he was bold enough to ask you for your help; and of course you oblige!

okay now actually onto the actual smut part;

Pantalone, who is probably the second sweetest out of all of them when he fucks you. As teasing as he is, he makes sure to pleasure you.

Pantalone, who just laughs when you say you want to pleasure him instead, and he’ll tell you that your pleasure is enough to get him off for days.

Pantalone, who sometimes just can’t handle all the stress the others push on him and he’ll come find you, bending you over any near substance and prioritizing his pleasure just for a bit.

Pantalone, who can also just push you against the wall of the castle halls, not caring if anyone sees you. He knows the risk turns you on, and he loves it.

Pantalone, who fucks into you so passionately yet roughly; so obsessed with how your tits bounce he just has to grope them as he fucks you. He might even fuck them too, and let you suck the tip of his cock.

Pantalone, who passes this information onto his good partner Dottore, who decides he has to really test out the theory that you’re as good as Pantalone says you are.

Dottore, who decides he’ll need you for certain experiments. You’re hesitant, but he promised he’d never do anything to hurt his loyal assistant.

Dottore, whose experiments are really just seeing how many times you can cum on a drug, a toy, his hand or his dick.

Dottore, who is WAY more teasing than Pantalone and wants to pleasure you, but makes sure his pleasure is always given no matter what.

Dottore, who loves to try any new kink or idea with you. Whether it be bondage, role playing kink- anything! you’re the only one he will do it with

Dottore, who is just so rough on your poor cunt :( who’ll rub your clit as he fucks into you so harshly, the slaps echoing through his lab.

Dottore, who WILL fuck you in front of the segments or have multiple of them fuck you while he watches

Dottore, who then passes this onto his comrade, Capitano.

Capitano, who is the sweetest out of all of them.

Capitano, who yes, does need you for his stress relief but he doesn’t wanna hurt you. Instead, he’ll go at your own pace- he knows his cock is too big for you and is patient to get you ready.

Capitano, who praises the most out of them all. It’s a shock because he’s typically quiet, but a “good girl” will make you cum on the spot.

Capitano, who will only go rough on you once you beg him too, and he will quite literally fuck you like a monster.

Capitano, who is just so big even his fingers make you go crazy. He’ll wipe your tears as you complain about how big it is and he’ll try his best to soothe you.

Capitano, when rough, goes absolutely drunk on your pussy and fucks his cum into it for hours even if you’re too overstimulated.

Capitano, who’s coat is so big that when the others aren’t using you, he’ll have you sit on his lap during meetings and wrap his coat around you- hiding how you’re warming his cock, or sometimes he might not even use the coat.

Capitano, who passes this information onto his good friend, Pierro.

Pierro, who could be the sweetest if we considered this in terms of how gentle they were when they fuck you.

Pierro, who is actually practically monsterfucking you whenever he chooses to use you.

Pierro, who is sweet because he doesn’t like to use you a lot- he knows how much the others do and how much it makes you sore so instead he’s the king of aftercare, making sure you come to him after them if they don’t take care of you so that he can.

Pierro, who sometimes just can’t help it because he’s too stressed out, and has to bend you over his desk and fuck you for hours.

Pierro, who does care about your pleasure just a bit, but you are his stress relief aren’t you? He’ll remind you as he cums for the nth time in you, you a babbling a mess.

Pierro, who isn’t really as kinky or exhibiting as the others and likes to fuck you in the comfort of his office. However, he may steal Capitano’s idea and slowly and subtly bounce you on his cock while you’re under his coat, hiding from the others.

Pierro, who’s dick is just too big that the moment he even lets the tip in you’re already going absolutely drunk on his cock.

Pierro, who notices Childe’s recent sickness caused by his delusion, and suggests a reason for him to finally relax in certain ways; you.

Childe, who is the last on the list of being the sweetest.

Childe, who sure, he’ll praise you when you do so good and degrade you just how you like- will use you the most out of all the men

Childe, who is just soooo tired and stressed and he needs your pussy to suck his cock in at least once every hour.

Childe, who will have you cockwarm him as he does his work and spanks your thigh when you try to get some relief and tells you to be patient and that he’ll tend to you once he’s done.

Childe, who does care about your pleasure and makes sure to make you cum first, but the real reason is because he wants you overstimulated so you can cry and beg for him to stop- it turns him on because you know you don’t want him to.

Childe, who will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. The lounge rooms? Every couch has been used. The kitchen? You’ve been bent over every counter? The halls? He’ll hold you up and fuck into you.

Childe, who does not care if someone sees or hears you two and will purposely make you scream so the subordinates outside his office can hear and remind them that they can’t have someone as gorgeous as you.

Childe, who even if it seems like he sees you as his cock sleeve, does care about you and makes sure you get good aftercare and will massage you- him and Pierro are great minds alike.

Childe, who is the one to suggest to all of them to use you when they’re all in the castle.

You, who by the end of the day, is a babbling mess; you’re covered in their cum while some of it dropped out of all your holes. There were honestly hundreds of bite and hickey marks littered over you- your neck, thighs, tits, ass, hips. It’s insane. and all they can think about is how they can’t wait to continue using your slutty pussy.

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[dragologist]

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One of them died

[genshin-side-piece]

This won't happen, but part of me really wants The Jester to be the one to retrieve the gnosis from Natlan. He goes, because he has to see the Captain for himself. I want him to be in utter denial that the Captain actually managed to loophole the curse of immortality only to be confronted with the results once he gets there.

This loss is worse than Signora for him. Rosaline was significant as she remembered the world before the cataclysm. She remembered a world when Khaenri'ah still existed. That connects him back to his past.

The Captain... he was Khaenrian. I question if the Jester and the Captain knew each other in their old lives, but they both knew the homeland well. It's another piece of their world lost to the gods and time.

I want The Jester to be resolute in his plan, whatever it might be, but I also wouldn't mind if he questions it slightly. Is it enough? Will it actually achieve what he wants? I wouldn't mind meeting him in that moment. I wouldn't mind seeing Mauvika and the Traveler possibly try to convince him to abandon it in favor of a different ending. He doesn't have to follow through on it. There are other ways.

But he's so close. All that stands between him and the next stage is a singular gnosis. This is a moment he's potentially waited 500 years to reach. He's endured countless setbacks and years of biding his time to get it. He can't make the sacrifices of all lives that have been lost worthless. He has to go through with it. He has to try.

It is better to suffer alone in the dark for eternity with his failure than to spend the rest of time walking in the light, wondering what could have been if he had only tried.

[pearlywritings]

Alive

synopsis: the fall of your homeland is a catastrophe as it is, however, it's not only the home you and your husband lost. It's just a miracle you didn't lose each other.

prompt: 21

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Pierro x fem!reader

tw: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, pre-Fatui Pierro (he is more open and emotional), topic of pregnancy and children, a couple of my personal headcannons about Khaenri'ah and how the curse affects the body. [...] - is used in places where Pierro and reader use their real names.

word count: 1.3k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 1 more requests to write. Also this fic is from the same AU my other fic is - Behind the wall of falling snow we love. You can check it if you'd like some more

Bright Sumeru sun is blinding and the evergreen forests are dizzying when you look long enough. And yet [...] forces his eyes to take in the life itself blooming in front of him, tired gaze mindlessly following the movement of a red butterfly, flying by. Red. Red, red, red, r e d╴

Khaenri’ahn stars hide behind the eyelids, fingers clenching in a fist unconsciously. So much blood, everything is dirtied by the curse. To this very second he can hardly endure it - two months later and it still haunts him as if he’s back there, at the beginning of the end. Screams, cries, loud screeching of machines, rumbling of collapsing buildings and deafening booming of explosions… It’s hard to forget, he believes he never will. There is blood on his hands yet he hasn’t killed anyone. He only tried to save, but he managed to save only one╴

The one he can’t imagine his life without.

The one the healer is examining behind his turned back. This old man was tolerable, he kept his mouth shut about two refugees from the fallen nation hiding here, above the surface and under the sun. The two previous ones had to go.

“Your wife’s condition is better,” the silver-haired man shivers, torn from his thoughts and finally lets go of the blindfold, dimming the natural light inside this small house you had luck buying. Your love for wearing jewelry and the rules that dictated adorning his mage’s robes in those helped you both survive so far.

“Be more specific,” he demands, returning to the bed, gaze immediately on your body, resting under the covers. Your eyes, equally as mysterious, momentarily dart from the healer to your husband. Before you could even lift a hand resting atop the duvet, he already leans in and slides his palm under yours, squeezing.

“The healing process is complete,” you see the way his breath shakes when your beloved exhales in relief. Fingers flex around yours in a comforting gesture. “I can’t get rid of this curse mark, but I succeeded in eliminating the harm it caused to her internal organs. But,” the wise man looks at you, no longer talking to the man at your side and his gaze turns sorrowful. Your heart stops in fear, knowing what he is about to confirm. “As I said before - I am afraid you won’t have children again. Ever. From what is known of the medicine right now - the closeness of your reproductive organs to the fetus most likely made them more exposed to the damage. On the bright side, I estimate that this factor won’t stop you from continuing living your life. I am still not sure how exactly this ‘disease’ got into your body, however from my observations over you I can state with all confidence - it’s a miracle you stayed alive, dear.”

It’s a miracle you stayed alive.

Big hand squeezes around yours. He doesn’t know yet, that the two of you were cursed with immortality, he doesn’t know yet, that sooner or later even the damage of the severely cursed part of your body would’ve naturally healed either way (not completely, but still). All he knows right now is that there was a possibility of him losing you.

When the healer leaves your humble abode - this one deserves to live - you ask your lover to help you sit, which he does and immediately takes a seat on the edge of your simple bed (it groans a little under his burly mass, but you both ignore it). He still hasn't let go of your hand.

A few moments are spent in silence. You are deep in your own unease, while he is wrecking his head over the way to start the conversation. Gently. He doesn’t want to bring those memories back - how the curse targeted the weakest spot in your body - your womb, how he had to save you, to make a life-changing decision of ridding your body off what was slowly killing you - your own unborn child... How he used his best knowledge in healing magic to keep you stable and get you out of the falling land. Everything else is a blur. But everything else doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that you are alive.

“My heart,” he starts slowly, but these two words are enough to gather your attention, “I am relieved to know you are alright. Forgive me my selfish desires, but I can’t fathom a thought of losing you, of spending the rest of my life without you. I ask a lot from you, but, please,” he covers the hand he is already holding with his other one, “I know it’s hard, but I beg you not to forget the happy days we spent together, the love we share,” your gaze falls to the wedding bracelets clasped around your wrists and your heart clenches when you hear desperation in his voice, “and above all, do not let go of your desire to live… For any reason, understood?”

“If you tell me this one more time, I will let go.”

Your abrupt response surprises you. You didn’t mean to lash out, but suddenly it just happened. Is it the brewing pain in your heart? The dull ache and emptiness in your stomach? The settling understanding of the loss and that life will never be the same? You don’t know. You feel too much.

He is taken aback and you notice. Eyes widen and anxiety settles in your heart - have you pushed him away?

"You know you are not guilty, [...]?" Your husband reaches to cup your cheek. You hopelessly cling to it with your free one, leaning into the warm palm, closing your eyes. "At that time nothing else could've been done."

"But if I was stronger, if my body was stronger-"

"But we were not, my heart. It's a cruel reality, but every time I see you I am so glad you were spared. Even if it happened like that."

He knows his words are cruel and he says them to your face now, raw and hurting, but that is the only truth he has. And he is not going to lie to the woman he vowed to treasure.

"Sorry for being rude, I didn’t mean it,” you swallow the lump in your throat, and the man beside you reassuringly caresses your cheek. He understands. “And sorry we have to have this conversation… I am not the only one hurt after all.”

"I am not mad, [...]. And you are the one who’s been hurt the most, so we will return to this topic as many times as you need. I will remind you that none of it is your fault,” his promise is soft and you make yourself believe it. He climbs next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist - gently, almost feather-lightly, - and brings you closer to his chest.

"I just really wish it wasn't our one and only chance to have a family," you snuggle into him, diving into the warmth of his body. "You don't hate me for it, right?"

"Of course I do not. There will never be a thing I'll hate you for."

"Thank you…"

"No, thank you for being alive."

He can feel your lips pulling in a small smile against his chest. He is aware that so little time is not enough to numb the mind and heart to the memories and that this pain is hard to heal - he is sure it never completely will, and even though he is pushing his own despair to the back of his head, he fully shares your hurt. He keeps reminding himself, that you got to stay alive and you are right here, he can see, touch, hold, love you…

And even in the frozen lands of your soon-to-be-destination he’ll continue doing so.

[toumii00]

Art dump!

Capipie + elf ears :3 I saw a tweet about elf ears and how to draw them so I said why not and drew my otp🙏

thissss, I started implementing the elven-ish ears on Capi becuase I liked the ideaaaa :3 also Pierro just can’t take his hands off our captain(mood)

I decided to try and color again(also to force myself to finish them help)

The first two pieces in this bunch were supposed to be render tests but I got too ahead of myself and ended up finishing them, can u blame me :P

Also the cyborg Pierro is a redraw of an old idea I had, plus people were also talking about how Pierro might be the one armed mage(i think was the title(?)) and since my old idea had him with one cyborg arm I just had to redraw :D

I watched wish, saw king magnifico, and said ‘hey hes my type’, drew him, ended up drawing him plus the other two old men i liked

Some Pierro studies :3

Ponieeeessss!!!

To end this thread is to post my take on unmasked capi :333

[daily-genshin-rarepairs]

How about Pierro x Dottore? (Piettore)

(o^ ^o)

Today’s rarepair is Pierro x Dottore, or Piettore!

Thank you for submitting!

[simplesaladsubblog]

[eiscoathanger]

warning for 4.2 spoilers (just a silly theory but just in case)

so skirk said how her master mentioned to her this person named vedrfolnir or “the visionary” and they’re supposed to be like an astrologer x10

vedrfolnir MIGHT be the one who told egeria (previous hydro archon) the prophecy of fontaine drowning because, as mona states, the magnitude of the prophecy is too big for an ordinary astrologist, so the ones who provoded the prophecy can be called VISIONARYS

now, who else foretold something massive 500 years ago? it was pierro, with the destruction of khaenri’ah

am i saying pierro might be vedrfolnir? yes i am

am i completely sure? no i’m not

the prophecy of fontaine was given to egeria 500 years ago, khaenri’ah fell 500 years ago. while it is a fun theory to me, pierro fucking his head over cause of the king not believing him doesnt give him that much time to go all fhe way to fontaine to talk to a GOD as an atheist about her nation possibly drowning in the future

still fun to think about it tho

[silentstudiosyt]

I'M SORRY, WHAT???

[lonely-vault-boy]

Fatui Ao3 Collection!

For anyone who doesn’t know, I write a lot of found family fatui fics on ao3. I recently brought up the idea on Twitter about making a place for people to post their writing or art abt the Fatui, and people seemed pretty positive about it, so I decided to go for it!

Here’s the link in case anybody is interested!

Right now it’s just my works because I wanted a way to organize some of my stuff, but I figured I’d open it up in case anybody else wanted to join!

[makelemonade]

The Tsaritsa is the archon of love, so when she notices and feels that the love lives of her Harbingers aren’t going too well, she has to interfere.

female reader, hurt/comfort, the harbingers are all friends; Pierro and Capitano. - pt2

Pierro

Being the Tsaritsa’s righthand and her first Harbinger was a stressful job. He was hardly at her side despite being her righthand but the moment she needed something done, the first person she’ll go to is him.

The Tsaritsa also hardly shows her face in public, so if there is any event she ever plans for the Fatui, whether it be a gala, ball or anything- she’ll make Pierro go to talk, even though SHE’S the one who hosted it.

Well, sometimes she’s there, lurking. No one actually knows it’s her since she chooses to stay hidden.

She decides to hold an eventful masquerade ball one night to celebrate the success of her Harbinhers. It’s one that she of course probably won’t even be going to and Pierro must go on her behalf.

Despite being his lover of many years, aka HIS WIFE, he has never once let you come to one of these and just says you’ll be bored out of your mind.

But a MASQUERADE BALL?! HELD BY THE QUEEN?! You had to go. This was your dream.

You begged for DAYS and he was so sick of it that he was forced to say yes.

Only for him to completely leave your side the moment you get there. At first, you thought that maybe it was just because he had a job to do, but throughout the night, he did not even spare you one glance.

You were standing off to the side, downing your 5th glass of champagne you’ve been stealing from the trays.

You felt upset, honestly. This was your first ever ball with him, one that you prepared for in terms of elegance and manners. You even made your own dress! It was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and it matched your mask and yet he didn’t even say anything.

You watched as he spoke to the Harbingers and important figures in Snezhnaya; they all laughed, smiled and showed off their guests, lovers or whoever they brought and you were practically discarded.

He acted like he had no lover tonight, and It made you wonder if his coworkers even knew he had a wife. Did he ever talk about you? Do they ever wonder why you’re never at the events? Do they even know your name?!

You struggled to listen in to their conversation, only being able to hear if one of them spoke loudly or the room went somewhat quieter.

You heard one speak a bit loud; the mayor of Snezhnaya.

“My Jester, I’ve never once seen you attend these with a guest. Why is that?”

The next voice was quiet, but you knew your husbands voice.

“I simply don’t have anyone to bring.”

You almost dropped your 6th glass of champagne, and if you did drop it, it would’ve broken just like your heart just did.

Married for YEARS yet they don’t even know who you are.

You waited for another waiter to walk by and slammed your glass down onto the tray, deciding you couldn’t stay in this ballroom anymore.

Walking around, you found doors that led out to a balcony and was thankful there was no one on it as you rushed to it.

The doors weren’t open wide so no one would see you out on there, thankfully. You took off your mask, letting your tears flow as you quietly sobbed, ignoring the cold hitting any bare skin.

On these nights, the Tsaritsa always seemed to calm down the weather. There was no harsh snow or rain, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still cold- if anything, this was almost warm.

You leaned against the railing, your hot tears melting through any remaining snow left on it.

Shivering, you couldn’t go back inside- your mascara was probably smudged by now and you didn’t want to look at your husband.

You were thinking of ways to try to leave the ball without your husband noticing but in full honesty, he probably didn’t even notice you were gone right now.

You didn’t even hear the clacks of high heels until you felt something drape over your shoulders and you almost yelped out of surprise.

It was a coat; a long, fluffy one at that. You looked to your side to see you’d been joined by another woman.

Her skin was as pale as the snow, her hair long, flowy and honestly you could’ve sworn it was glowing. Her eyes were as sharp as ice yet as soft as snow.

Her dress was white, with laces of icy blue and sapphires adorned; the same with her mask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hide out on a balcony during any of these.” She almost laughed, “Too cold.”

You wondered how she wasn’t cold; she’d given you her jacket, and her arms were bare yet she seemed perfectly fine as she leaned across the railing.

She even dared to jump up on it, sitting down as if there wasn’t a huge risk she could fall off with one gust of strong wind.

That made you noticed there were no harsh winds tonight.

“What’s wrong, dear?” She asked, ever so softly as she took in the sight of your tears.

“Just my husband,” you scoffed, moving a hand up to wipe them. You didn’t know why you were exposing this to a complete stranger yet there was just something about her that seemed like it was right to do so.

She hummed, then chuckled. “Love; such a beautiful yet painful feeling. Glad I’ve had my fair share with it.”

“You’ve been in love before?” You asked, genuinely interested in this random woman’s life.

“Many, many times.” She leaned back a bit, holding onto the railing as she looked up to the sky with a sad smile, watching the northern lights dance.

“Which makes it necessary that I must help people in love.” She looked back down to you, “if you so wish to speak.”

You sighed, wrapping the coat around you closer as you shivered. “I’ve been married to my husband for years, yet it feels like nothing. He has a stressful job- he works for her majesty, so I never ever complain about his absence. Yet tonight, he completely disregarded the fact of my existence and, even his own coworkers don’t know I exist! He won’t introduce me! Am I truly his wife if he can’t even act as my husband?!” You just groaned, looking up at the lights just as she did before.

She took in your words, nodding at every angry or frustrated rant within. After a minute, she spoke.

“Have you ever thought he doesn’t introduce you because of his coworkers?”

You looked down, turning to her confused yet encouraging her to continue, intruiged.

“The Harbingers…as loyal as they may be, some are rather dangerous, reckless and if I dare say myself, absolutely weird.”

You cackled. There was no way this random lady was dissing THE TSARITSA’S HARINGERS. “Do you truly have no fear?!”

She just laughed as well, hopping off the railing to now stand beside you. “I speak the truth. Maybe take that into consideration; perhaps, even though he is the first harbinger and can definitely take on all of them if any dared to touch you-“

You broke out into laughter again.

“-maybe think it’s to protect you from them. His actions tonight are not to be forgotten, and I assure you that soon he will realize his wrong and all will be will.”

You took in her words, looking back up to the sky. Well, she wasn’t wrong; he was the first harbinger, and even though he is insanely powerful, that didn’t mean the others weren’t.

Maybe he was trying to protect you, but that didn’t defend his actions.

You turned to thank the woman, but was met with nothing. She was gone- you didn’t even hear her leave!

Then that reminded you- how the hell did she know he was the first harbinger?! You only mentioned she worked for him.

You still had her coat and you walked towards the doors to head back inside, hoping to find her but she was nowhere near.

You just sighed, choosing to sit on the bench at the side of the balcony. Wrapping the coat around you.

It was large, insanely large- the type of coat that would honestly fit the size of your husband….

You took a closer look at the coat, only to notice the Fatui emblem.

Who the hell was this woman?!

~~

“And then I told that stupid fennec green-haired bastard- OH MY ARCHONS!” Dottore stopped his story when he noticed the sudden presence of his archon and every other harbinger within the circle yelped.

“This is a first.” Capitano muttered, no one knowing if he was surprised or not under that mask.

They all tried to bow but she out her hands out. “Nono! No one knows I’m here other than you all so do not make a scene!” She whisper-yelled and they all immediately straightened themselves.

“Pierro,” She turned to him,

“Yes, your majesty?” He bowed his head,

“May we take a walk?” She asked, putting her arm out.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around hers. “Continue your story, dottore.” She called before she and the first harbinger walked around the ballroom.

“Your wife looks gorgeous tonight.” She said once they were out of earshot.

He looked at her with shock. “How did you-?”

“Pierro,” she sighed, coming to a halt. “You have been at my side for 500 years. You are my best friend but I am also your Archon; nothing gets past me, and as the God of Love it is my duty to tell you that your wife is heartbroken at your actions tonight and i’d advise for you to speak to her!”

During this; she somehow pushed him all the way to the doors and at her final words, she pushed him out onto the balcony, the warmth of the ballroom now gone.

He looked around and found your tear-stained face on the bench and he sighed, sitting beside you.

“You look adorable in that,” He laughed at HIS coat on you.

“Would you like to meet my coworkers, darling? I don’t want you to put this gorgeous dress to waste.”

Capitano

The fourth harbinger hardly ever talks. At meetings, he speaks a total of four words. There are very few Harbingers he will speak too and the only ones he actually talks to more than anyone else is Pierro, Dottore and Signora.

Just because you are his wife does not mean this excludes you.

The Tsaritsa had put both you and him down for an arranged marriage just a few months ago. Her reasoning- told through Pierro- being that Capitano seriously needs someone in his life and she’d rather it be someone who talks a lot- aka you.

You never met the Tsaritsa, but you worked for the Harbingers as a secretary so even before your arranged marriage you’ve had your fair share with all of them.

The Tsaritsa HOPED that maybe at meetings and gatherings capitano would finally talk more after marrying you and yet he remained as quiet as usual according to Pierro and she was gonna lose her shit.

Now, in the privacy of your home with him, he is more comfortable with you than the others. He’s shown you his face, but in truth the only reason being because he doesn’t want to sleep with it on and you literally sleep with him so…

He talks a bit more; he says good morning, good afternoon, good night..

Yeah…

At first you were fine with it; it was better than when you were just his secretary and he’d leave work on your desk with a note saying “have done by today. thanks :)”

It was cute you wouldn’t lie. you just wished he showed that little emotion on the note in real life.

It was nice having someone to constantly talk to and yap to; he always listened in with such focus, and would nod to show he was listening and interested.

But after doing that for months it just gets so tiring to the point it’s just depressing.

You may be married to him now but that didn’t mean your job was gone, so you were still at work with him. Sometimes it would be in his office or in someone else’s if they need help.

One day, at work on your break, you found all the Harbingers into the lounge.

“Y/N!” Childe laughed. “Our favourite- come sit with us!”

You shook your head. “I couldn’t impose, my lord. I was just taking my break.”

“Nonsense,” Signora waved her hand, shaking her head. “Take your break with us.”

Choosing to sit with all of them, you noticed Capitano wasn’t there- as per usual.

As you sat with them and they talked about their lives and missions, they’d ask you a few questions about Capitano. At first, it was simple questions about your marriage thay were deemed common sense which you’d answer yes to, but then it went into questions about him, which is when it got humiliating.

They’d ask about where he was from, what did he like to do in his pastime, why does he hardly talk, what’s his favourite food, drink, how does he like his tea, what are his next missions-

All you could not answer, and instead of you, his own wife answering, Pierro did.

You excused yourself when you realized that was absolutely humiliating. How could you, his wife of several months- close to a year now!- not know anything about him yet his BOSS, knew everything?!

When you left, Pierro noticed everything at that moment, and decided he NEEDED to bring this up with the Archon of Love, but let’s be real.

She already knew, and was trying to figure out ways to fix this; “We need Pantalone and Childe for this. They’re handsome, touchy, flirty and perfect.”

The next day, you’re confused when Pantalone and Childe are suddenly bothering you with everything; Yes, usually they’re asking you to help with paperwork but today was different…

It started in the morning when Childe came up to you asking you to spar with him. He’s only ever asked once, and he literally almost killed you that time. You were strong, but you had no vision and he was a literal harbinger.

He promised he’d go easy, and the sparring session lasted for about 30 minutes. By the end of it, you were completely sweaty and your hair was a mess- he apologized and offered to take you out for lunch

You accepted but decided to at least go put your stuff in your husbands office before you left.

Capitano is a little confused when you walk in absolutely drenched of sweat but just decides you’ll probably talk about it tonight when you’re both laying in bed and continues to work on a few papers.

“Apologies,” You let out a breathy laugh, putting down any bags you brought to work that morning. “I just finished sparring with Childe, and he’s taking me out for lunch. I’ll be back later.”

He doesn’t say anything and you just sigh, already knowing not to expect anything.

From the top of the castle, Pierro and The Tsaritsa watch as you and Childe run away from the castle, clutching onto your coats for dear life from the harsh, cold wind.

“So, what’s the plan here?” He asked, “Pardon my forwardness but I truly am confused.”

She just grinned. “Well, first I asked that Childe were to spar with her and take her out to lunch, which I truly hope makes Capitano the slightest bit jealous. Then upon her return, Pantalone will magically return from the gardens with a rose and give it to her and she’ll go back to her office and tell Capitano about her day and he’ll realize and get jealous and fuck her.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I did not need to know that last part. And if that doesn’t work?”

“A god always has another plan.”

You and Childe are at lunch for about 2 hours; really it would’ve been shorter but you and Childe were BOTH insane talkers so naturally you were there for a long time.

Returning to the castle, Pantalone was seen emerging from the gardens holding a few roses and Childe, for some reason, took that as his queue to wish you his goodbyes and hurry away.

“Good afternoon, Lord Pantalone.” You bowed and he just chuckled.

“No need for pleasantries, Y/N. Here,” He handed you a rose and your eyes were full of surprise as you took it.

You became rather flustered, beginning to stutter. “O-oh, thank you! It’s beautiful.”

“Just for a beautiful girl like you.” He winked and you giggled.

“I’ll be off to give these to Signora. Have a lovely day, Y/N.” He smiled before making his way down the hall, and in seconds he was gone.

You stared down at the rose, feeling giddy. You’d never even received flowers- not even when you got married! Your wedding day wasn’t really even a wedding, instead Pierro officially declaring for you two to be wed and well, that was it.

You practically skipped back to your office, ready to tell your husband all about your day.

~~

“So this morning I got here and the MOMENT I did Childe magically found me and asked me if I wanted to spar! and I was like hesitant because the last time we sparred he like literally almost killed me but he promised he’d go easy on me and he sortaaaa didn’t so he decided he’d take me out to lunch and we were there for like 2 hours just talking and he was so king enough to pay for both! then we got back and Pantalone gave me a rose and he did so with such a sweet compliment! Isn’t that sweet?”

Your husband was not phased by your sudden burst and continued to work, just nodding at everything every few seconds.

“That’s nice.” He murmured, continuing to work- seriously what the hell was he working on for so long?!

You frowned, expecting a little bit more, but at this point it was stupid to expect something from him that now you were a little angry but mostly sad.

You glanced at the rose you had put down in a vase within the room and sighed. “Do you really not care? Are you seriously not jealous?”

His movements paused.

“Like, a man literally just took me out to lunch for 2 hours and practically spent the first half of the day with me, and then another man gives me a rose and tells me I’m as beautiful as it is and you don’t say anything?! I know this is just an arranged marriage but- but I would’ve thought that…maybe you loved me as much as I love you.”

You waited for him to say something, expecting just anything, but that’s the thing with expecting-

You’re met with nothing.

Sighing, you bowed down to him. “My…apologies for overlooking this marriage…my lord. I’ll return to work.” You grimaced acknowledging him so formally, but maybe that was for the best.

You turned around, rushing out of the room before he could say anything, but mostly so he wouldn’t see your tears threatening to pour out.

When the door closed behind you, you let the tears fall as you ran through the dark halls of the castle, trying to find anywhere to hide in.

You made your way to the lounge, happy it was empty as you took a seat on the comfy couch, dragging a hand down your face while also wiping your tears.

Archons, how would you even return home to him tonight? It would be absolutely awkward to have to lay in bed beside him after that outburst.

For the first time, you dreaded having to return home. You loved the warmth he brought whenever you two lay beside each other, and it was even better when he held you.

That made you cry more- how could someone as distant as him, be so soft towards you and hold you when he doesn’t even love you?!

“You know when I heard you and Capitano were getting married I was like- no way.”

You jumped at the sudden voice and somehow, you hadn’t even noticed Signora was sitting beside you and you yelped as you quickly stood up, bowing down.

“M-my lady! I’m so sorry I was just lea-“

“You’re not going anywhere.” She shook her head, patting her hand down on the seat you were just on.

You sighed, realizing you genuinely couldn’t disobey her and sat beside her. You took in her words, “you weren’t the only one; everyone else was shocked.”

“Do you ever think the Tsaritsa was wrong in her choice?” she asked.

You frowned. “In full honesty, I trust her majesty, but maybe this was something she didn’t look into with all her might. It just…doesn’t seem to be working out.”

Signora leaned back into the couch, deciding to get comfy and you took that as a sign to do the same. “Have I ever told you about my lover?”

You shook your head.

“God, 500 years ago. A bit more, actually. He was handsome, amazing, annoying- he honestly reminded me a bit of Capitano. Sure he talked a bit more but I was the talker in our relationship. However, then the cataclysm happened and…look at me now.”

You frowned, looking at her sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled sadly, “No matter how much they don’t talk or how much they don’t seem to focus on you or anything, take into consideration that they’re willing to be there. It’s difficult, to find love especially in so many circumstances, but love is everywhere. I see it with you two, and I know. I know you two can make it.”

You glanced down at her lap to find a rose.

You looked back up at her. “What should I do?”

“Force him to talk.” She laughed. “A man as big as him also has a big heart. Seriously, cry In front of him and he’ll become puddy and do everything for you. He made a child cry once and he almost cried.”

You both broke out into fits of giggles, you trying to imagine that and her remembering it.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her, “Permission to-“

“Just go,” She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “You don’t need my permission.”

With one final smile, you quickly got up, rushing to make your way back to his office and force him to talk.

Emerging from behind a wall was the Tsaritsa, who stood behind her friend. “How was it?”

“They’re so fucking.” Signora grinned.

~~

You opened the door to his office, but was met with him standing right in front of it, hand hovering in the air.

You practiced what you were going to say to him, but now having him standing right in front of you- literally towering over you- you had no idea what to say.

However, he out his hands up to his helmet, forcing it off and just throwing it to the side and you were met with his glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He sniffed, moving his fingers up to rub at his eyes. “I love your rambles- archons I live for them. Every morning when I wake up, I can’t wait to to hear you talk about what your so excited for throughout the day and at night, I can’t wait to hear how your day was. I love you, my dear. I know I don’t…express it much, but I do. So much.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes once again. “Cap…”

“I’ll prove it to you.” He breathed out, a hand making its way to cup your cheek to wipe away a falling rear before he leaned down, connecting his lips with yours so passionately, but most importantly, it was full of love.

He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in and you let out a whimper as your knees buckled, and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up right before he decided to just pick you up and you yelped, breaking the kiss as he carried you over to his desk, pushing everything off and ignoring the sound of the vase with the rose breaking- instead he smiled at it.

Down the hall, Pantalone, Childe, Pierro, Signora and the Tsaritsa were all grinning.

“They are one hundred percent fucking.” Childe laughed as they all high-fived each other- expect Pierro, who just walked away with a sigh.

[constellationguy]

Lies the Genshin Men say

*little explicit here and there*

Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu

The Harbingers

Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.

Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.

Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.

Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.

Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.

Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.

Mondstadt

Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.

Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.

Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.

Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.

Liyue

Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.

Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.

Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.

Inazuma

Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.

Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.

Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.

Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.

Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.

Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.

Sumeru

Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.

Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.

Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.

Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.

Fontaine

Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.

Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.

Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.

[sgrimp]

Capitano face speculation

[genshin-side-piece]

Maîtresse-en-titre

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, Yandere themes, Yandere Behavior, Sexual Themes (No Actual Sex), Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Forced Consent, Dark themes, gn reader, My bad writing, Anything Else I Missed

Finally got that Pierro C*cking Capitano out of my head. Enjoy.

A service. A sacrifice. A duty. 

Even as you stood outside the ominous doors to what was the Jester’s domain, your husband's words rang loudly through your mind. An honor above all. That’s what he had called it. To be chosen by the director himself to serve the Fatui in this way. The pride that had reverberated in your husband’s voice had nearly made you sick then. The echoes of it served to further unsettle your stomach now. How could he be proud? How could he be happy that another man wanted you? How could he be pleased that someone else was about to lay his hands on you, and most grievous of all, how could he ask you to go along with it? A stuttering breath slipped past your lips as your eyes dropped to the floor. The concept that your beloved husband, your knight, your savior would ever ask such a thing was nothing short of vile. The vows you had made to him, made to each other were sacrosanct in your mind. They served as an inviolable promise between yourself and Capitano. They spoke of the love and commitment you had made to each other. How could he, despite his righteous nature, cast them aside so easily? The answer to that was simple. The devil who currently held you outside of his door had gotten in your husband’s ear.  

Your entrance to the Snezhnayan court had been a quiet one. Your husband, despite his status, wasn’t much for personal fanfare. Unlike some of his brethren, he had no need for ostentatious carriages or trumpets announcing his arrival. Capitano preferred stealth to openness, calm to chaos, simplicity to complexity. A plain carriage had driven the two of you onto the palace grounds, where you passed by the notice of the crowd who lingered outside the gate. Despite your husband’s good reputation, you had been grateful for their lack of interest. Your poor body wouldn’t have been able to handle dealing with the attention you would have received. The slipping and rocking of the carriage against the icy streets had done little to help the severe bout of motion sickness that you had suffered under since you had left home. Despite numerous pleas to the Hydro Archon for their blessing, the seas hadn’t been kind to you. The ship had spent most of the journey being tossed around like a ball in a tin cup by the waves and storms that had plagued it. As a result, you had spent the better part of your journey in bed, with your husband hanging close to your side. Upon your arrival to the land of ice and snow, Capitano had insisted you be taken to the palace to rest and recover from one journey, before you made a second leg of the trip to his estate in the heart of Snezhnaya’s countryside. In his words, he wanted you happy and well. At the time, you were grateful for his care. Now, you silently wished you had been a tad more observant. If you had, you would have noticed the single star shaped pupil that began to follow you everywhere you would go. 

“Excuse me” The intrusion of a soft voice broke your train of thought. You jumped back slightly, your heart leaping into your throat at the thought of being found lost in your own thoughts. The imposing doors in front of you had opened, and in the space between them, stood a smaller man in a Fatui uniform. He gazed at you with a rather curious expression, utterly confused as to why you were silently standing outside of the director’s apartments, staring at the floor. “Apologies-” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I-” You didn’t even know what to say or how to excuse it. How could you? What reasonable explanation was there for questioning your own life choices outside of the Jester’s door? 

Those that sought his favor often haunted the hallways leading to his office or the grand space that was the Tsaritsa’s throne room. The dimly lit corridors that lead to his private apartments were devoid of any life. You had no viable reason to be here beyond the actual purpose for which you had been summoned. Hence his curiosity. “I suppose this isn’t the best place to stand.” He gave you a forced smile. “Unfortunately not.” His hands tightened around the edges of the doors. “If you’ve come to speak with the Lord Director, then I’m afraid he’s indisposed. At present, he is expecting an important visitor and has asked not to be disturbed for the remainder of the evening. If you have an emergency, then I can see if there is a harbinger lurking about.” 

A harbinger. There were quite a few nearby. You had passed the rich one and the short one on your way here. They had been discussing some matter of state that you were ignorant of. The new one, who you hadn’t been introduced to, had been sulking about as well. He had been standing a few paces off the short one, presumably ready to intervene should things get too lively with the rich one. Conspicuously absent though, was your husband. It had been your sincerest hope to pass him on your way here, if nothing else than to see him, but you had not. Capitano had been scarce since you had agreed to this little rendezvous. Part of you began to wonder if it was by design. “If there is no emergency-” You turned your focus back to the man in front of you, gently shaking your head. “Then may I be of service?” You hesitated, which wasn’t entirely appreciated on his part. “Not to be rude, but I am on my way to fetch someone. If you have no business here beyond blocking my lord’s doorway, then I ask that you go elsewhere.” The urge to take him up on that offer was strong. Archon help you, if only you could. You would run as far as your legs would carry you and never look back. There was just one issue with it, your husband. You doubted he would appreciate you making a fool out of both of you simply because you were scared of what was waiting for you on the other side of the door. “I-” You took a deep breath, summoning all the courage you had to finally speak to him. “I believe I may be the one you were sent to fetch.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “The lord director sent for me this afternoon.”  

“You’re Lord Capitano’s spouse?” He sounded about as impressed as he looked, which wasn’t very. You fidgeted under his gaze, hating how he silently assessed you. Had you been in a better state of mind and not ready to fall apart, you would have scolded him for it. “Finally.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Where have you been? The lord director is most displeased.” You forced the heavy lump that formed in the back of your throat down. It hadn’t been your intention to displease anyone. The fact that you had, didn’t bode well for the remainder of your evening. “For-” He was quick to cut you off. “You’re terribly late. Were you not instructed on the time?”

“I was.” You briefly hesitated, your mind rapidly trying to find some excuse as to why you had tarried. “I got lost.” The excuse was a lame one, but it was the best you could manage considering the man’s harsh stare made your stomach flop around inside of you. “This place is so large. I had to forego the usual tour as I was unwell when I arrived.” The look on his face told you all you needed to know; he didn’t buy it. 

Detailed instructions, including directions, had been provided to you. There had even been an offer for one of Pierro’s assistant’s to show you the way, lest you actually get lost. To claim that as an excuse for your tardiness after turning the guide down was literally the most idiotic thing you could say in the moment, but you had nothing better. Telling him you didn’t want to be here wouldn’t help, nor would admitting the real reason as to why you had been summoned here. Even if he already knew, the idea that you would tell one of Pierro’s lackeys that you were here to bed his superior was too humiliating for words. It was easier to let him think you were an idiot. For the time being, it spared you the blushes of him thinking any worse of you. “I see.” He took a step back, pulling the doors open for you. “Then I trust then that you are aware that should you make him wait in the future due to your own personal incompetence or otherwise that you will suffer the consequences of your actions.” Your heart leapt into your throat at the very thought of the repercussions the Jester could make you suffer, should you displease him again.

The man, who later you learned was named Evgeniy, led you through the dimly lit foyer of Pierro’s apartment and down a small passage to what he described as a sitting room. The room, like the foyer, was unlike the rest of the palace. It possessed the same grandeur as the shining halls of Zapolyarny, but here the gilding here had long faded to a dull shine. The wax of dimming candles coated many of the surfaces that weren’t covered with papers or books, with the large fireplace being the main source of light in the room. The flickering light helped to emphasize the wear on the cold marble floors. Entire paths in the polish had been worn away due to years of use. To you, it seemed that the faded glory of the space reflected the age & experience of the man who occupied it. 

Evgeniy cleared his throat, drawing your attention to a table at the far end of the room. Your eyes took in the piles of papers, refusing to see the large figure hovering over them. It was your rather foolish belief that if you did not acknowledge Pierro’s presence, then he wasn’t really there. It was a belief that you clung to as Pierro lifted his eye from the paper he had been reading, to meet both your and Evgeniy’s gaze.    

“Ah” The annoyed edge that grated against his tone softened as he took you in. “At last.” With a flick of his fingers, Evgeniy bowed, swiftly leaving your side in silence. Your eyes followed the smaller man, silently imploring him to stay, but he didn’t. He gracefully exited the room offering both of you a second low bow before he was gone. “Good evening.” Your head snapped back in Pierro’s general direction, finding that he had moved closer. “I understand you’ve been unwell since arriving in our fair country. Hopefully I’m right in assuming that you’re now on the mend?” You had, but tonight wasn’t really all that good for your recovery. Your stomach felt like it had been tied in a knot and your whole body felt wobbly. Briefly, you considered whether or not that could be your saving grace. You were already as pale as a ghost, you wondered if you could get away with a fake fainting spell to avoid the inevitable. “I-” One look at him told him it was probably best not to try it. He was already annoyed that you had been late. You doubted he would allow you to get away with a bout out illness, real or otherwise. “I am, Lord Director.” A quick bow to him followed. “And you? Are you well?” He gently smiled at, closing the remainder of the small distance between you. “I am faring better than I was ten minutes ago.” You inwardly cringed, forcing an apologetic smile onto your face when he stopped in front of you. “I thought that my illustrious Captain might have changed his mind. He’s been terribly worried over your health. He had concerns you might not be up to the task. How nice to see that wasn’t the case.” You forced a small smile, trying your best not to shake too much when you nodded.

“No, my lo-.” You faltered when he gently reached out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek when he tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear. “Lord.” There had been an excuse prepared. You’d been suffering from a headache, the clothes didn’t suit, your hair didn’t fix, but one stern look from him silenced them all. He neither needed nor wanted them. Why should he, when they wouldn’t change the fact that he finally had you?

Pierro pulled away from you, gesturing for you to take a seat on the small sofa that was situated in front of the fireplace. Between them was a low table with a highly decorated porcelain and metal drink set resting on top of it. As you moved closer, the faint smell of cinnamon and turmeric, mixed with the rich aroma of coffee filled the small space. You perched yourself on the end of the sofa, watching him as he drifted by you to take a seat on the opposite end, near the drink set. “You’re shivering.” The ache in holding your shoulders as stiff as possible had given way to it. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Not when the source of present woes was sitting a foot away from you. “Poor dear, allow me to warm you up.” 

He began pouring the coffee, both of you knowing the cold had nothing to do with your shaking. Still, Pierro seemingly ignored the real cause, choosing only to smirk at you once he had finished with your cup. “I do apologize for calling you so late.” He handed you the ornate cup, his gloved fingers caressing the tips of yours. Much to his amusement, you were quick to pull back, clutching the warm porcelain to your chest. “I had intended a dinner for you.” He turned away from you again, busying himself with his own cup. “It’s fitting for the first night we’ll spend together, that we have dinner first, but I do not yet know your preferences. I thought to serve you some Snezhnayan delicacies, but regrettably I lost track of time. Something came up that stole my attention from my plans for this evening.” You had to silently wonder if it was the same thing that stolen Capitano from you this afternoon. He had promised to visit with you after you had agreed to this little fiasco, only for him to back out at the last moment. You had been devastated. His apology for his abrupt cancellation had come in the form of the outfit he had wanted you to wear for tonight, as well as a note that simply told you to do your best. “I do hope coffee is an acceptable substitute for now.” He finished pouring, setting the pot to one side. 

Pierro looked up, his eye connecting with yours once again. It was oddly nice to see Pierro’s face, even if he was terribly frightening. The one quality you disliked about your husband was that he never allowed you to see what was hidden under his mask. You spent all your time speaking to a dark void. During your swift courtship, it had made him difficult to read. You had to learn his moods and preferences based on his voice. Not the easiest thing, considering he rarely showed any emotion beyond calm. It had been your hope that perhaps he would let you see his face once you were married, but that wasn’t to be. He only chose to remove his mask when he was assured you were asleep or when he opted to employ a blindfold to shield your eyes in the waking hours. You had pleaded with him to reconsider both courses. It would make things easier between you if he did, but he always gently refused. You were told that the discomfort regarding his mask was temporary. Once the two of you arrived in Snezhnaya, it wouldn’t be a problem. You learned what he meant by that upon said arrival. Your life together at sea quickly became a life lived separately on land. Capitano’s presence in your life had been reduced to that of a dark spector in the doorway of your bedroom bidding you good morning and good night. Your days were empty or at least devoid of his person. Efforts to see him were in vain. His assistants and secretaries all fed you the same excuse. He was far too busy. You were always asked to return to the apartment by way of the path that took you past the director’s office and wait for your husband to return home. 

Pierro’s pursuit of you was in no way subtle. It didn’t need to be. As the Director of the Fatui, the Jester had carte blanche to do as he pleased. The only person that could hope to reprimand him was the Tsaritsa, and even then it was doubtful that it would ever happen. He had her wrapped around his little finger, just as he did everyone else. It was testament to how charismatic he could be. You almost wished you could fall under the same spell the others had, at least then your present situation might be tolerable. 

“You are so very lovely.” His voice brought you back to reality. “Perhaps once Capitano has departed for his next mission I can make it up to you.” There was an odd smile that ghosted its way across his pale lips. His eye left yours, traveling over your exposed neck and down across your shoulders. “We’ll know each other better by then.” You didn’t pay his gaze much attention, because your mind had focused on one singular thing, the word departed. You couldn’t stop what  color you had from leaving your face. “He’s-” You nervously swallowed, forcing the bile that had shot its way up into your throat back down. “He’s leaving?” Somehow, you managed to force out a little laugh. “We uh -” Your lips pressed themselves together into a hard thin line before you finished your thought. “We only just arrived.” In your mind, the stay at the palace was supposed to be temporary. “Surely you’re referring to us journeying to his estate in the country.” And not that you were being abandoned to Pierro’s care.

Together, you had planned to see the sights of Snezhnaya with your beloved husband. He had promised you so many things to make up for the rather botched and rushed wedding you had had. One of them had been a proper honeymoon of sorts. The rough nights at sea had been calmed with dreams of morning rides through the snow at his estate, while the afternoons would be spent by the hearth of the fire as he told you stories of battles won. Now all of that was reduced to ashes at the mention that Capitano was going away again, without you. Your horror at the thought had to be apparent. Why else would Pierro’s gentle chuckle resonated in your ear? “How terribly awkward.” The Jester’s weight shifted and you felt him inch closer. “I would have hoped he would have told you, but perhaps you didn’t see him before I sent for you.” In the back of your mind, you knew Pierro had insured you hadn’t heard, but for whatever reason you tried to tell yourself that’s not what had happened. In Capitano’s haste to apologize for canceling your plans, he had forgotten to mention the trip. “You have my sincerest apologies my cecilia, but this can’t be helped.” He ran a cool hand over your face, ripping you away from your thoughts. The coffee cup nearly flew out of your hand, but Pierro was quick to steady it with his other hand, preventing it from spilling all over your clothes. He held you like that, the warmth of his hand radiating through his gloves. His fingers took it upon themselves to stroke the back of your hand, while his smile grew. “I was advised you can be a bit jumpy. You needn't worry though.” His free hand came to rest on your shoulder. “It will only be for a few months. You’ll have me to keep you warm while he’s gone.”

There was something in his tone that made your stomach roll. The inference that this wasn’t a one time thing nearly suffocated you on the spot. All at once, everything became too much. The air was too thick, the room was too hot, his hands on your body were too heavy, he was too close. Your mind, along with the room, spun as the panic that you had tried to quell finally took hold of you. The cup in your hand made it’s way to the table beside you as you tore yourself away from the sofa. He tried to grab hold of you, but his fingers weren’t fast enough. You managed to slip away, bolting for the nearest wall. It was your hope to put as much room between you and him as possible, without trying to get past him to get to the door.

“I can’t do this.” You did your best to calm your ragged breathing and pounding heart, but nothing helped. All you could do was stand there and toy with your fingers as you gazed at him with what you felt was absolute agony written across your face. It was your hope that your own internal conflict over the situation would be apparent enough that he might take pity on you and excuse you for the evening. Unfortunately, the Jester wasn’t that magnanimous in his victory. The determination to claim you far outweighed any emotional discomfort you might be having at the moment. So much so, that he met your outburst with complete apathy. He even dared to let his amusement at your actions show when a small smirk played across his thin lips. It was almost as if he was expecting it to happen. It was then that you stupidly realized he had. 

According to many, the man in front of you was eternal. The Fatui had been born by his hands centuries ago, ripped from the ashes of the old world and built using the remains of his homeland. In the time since the Fatui’s founding, Pierro had built himself into a formidable figure. Mysterious and daunting at every turn. He was a weaver of destinies, a decider of fates and a ruler of harbingers. Snezhnaya’s very soul laid in the palm of his hand. Sadly, your soul and your whole future laid in the palm of his hand. He could decide it here and now and no one could save you from it. He wouldn’t even need to call the guard. Pierro was more than capable of handling you on his own. It would be nothing for him to force you into whatever fate he decided, should he need too. 

A chill went down your spine, causing your whole body to shiver. It was hard not to wonder how many other individuals had found themselves in this same position you found yourself in now? How many of them had been willing? If they had been resistant like you, what had been done to make them willing?  He sat where had you left him, intently studying you with that cold, cutting stare of his. The only sound that filled the room was the crackle of the large fire as it buried ominously on the other side of the room. You noticed the way the light from the flames danced their way across his handsome features. You saw the demonic shapes and shadows that they cast, giving the Jester a devilish appearance. The malevolence reflected in the crystal blue orb only seemed to emphasize it even more. “I- I love my husband.” The words spilled out in a thick, jumbled mess as you did your best to stop the tears that were now pricking at the corners of your eyes. Neither had any real effect. Pierro sat as still as a statue, letting you have what he would later describe to you as your little tantrum. 

For now though, duty be damned. You didn’t want to be here. The vows that you had made, while rushed, had been spoken with your entire heart. You had sworn on the altar of your archon to be faithful to your husband. To break that vow, even with Capitano’s consent, felt wrong. The entire situation felt wrong. Surely he had to know that. “You have my sincerest apologies, my lord, but this isn’t right. This isn’t me.” He remained silent, still holding you fast with his gaze for a moment or two longer before he finally responded. “New brides really are the sweetest of flowers. How fortunate Capitano is to have found himself such a lovely one amidst the wilds of Teyvat.” You furrowed your brows in utter confusion. “I’m sure your assertions of love and devotion will warm whatever heart he may have.” But it would do nothing to save you from Pierro. “Perhaps it will be enough to spare you from his disappointment when I tell him you refused me.” A light, breathy laugh broke that thought. “But then again, he does hate being disappointed, almost as much as he hates dereliction of duty.” You were beginning to hate that word almost as much as you hated how it was being used. It wasn’t your duty to be here anymore than it was your duty to mop the floors or light the fires. Your presence here was the result of Pierro’s control over his subordinates and nothing more. The concept that he expected you to pleasure him as if it was an act of service was revolting. “I suppose he could spare you his wrath since you are his most beloved spouse. After all, your refusal is coming from a place of fidelity. I imagine he is honor bound to be obliging.” He paused for what you assumed was dramatic effect. “But I would doubt it.” You forgot your own discomfort long enough to ask the one question you shouldn’t have asked. In part, because you had to live with the reality of the answer. “Wrath?” Capitano had never once raised a hand to you. The thought of him even trying sent another shiver down your spine. He had always been deliberate with his touch. Capitano understood his strength. It was nothing for him to leave marks or bruises without trying. It would be nothing for him to strike you dead should he try to. “He would never-” The confidence in that statement failed when Pierro laughed at it. The words to finish it died on your tongue. 

Slowly, the older man stood, groaning slightly as his body shifted despite its stiffness. It was the first indication that you had seen that Pierro might possess some human qualities. “Your husband believes in the fulfillment of one's duty, regardless of whether you view it as personally honorable or not. Service to the Fatui, Service to the Tsaritsa-” Service to the director. “Come before everything else. He will not tolerate failure where it is concerned. He expects nothing short of perfection in his soldiers and he will expect nothing less of you.” Orders were orders. “Should I tell him that you have displeased me, then I have little doubt he would do all that he could to correct it.” Your eyes dropped to the floor at the thought of that. You used the last scraps of your denial to tell yourself that your husband wouldn’t go that far, that he wouldn’t force you into another man’s bed, but your presence here was already proof that he would. You hadn’t been begrudgingly sent as some kind of sacrifice to Pierro’s wanton desires, you had been gift wrapped in the finest Capitano could afford and presented with pride to the director like a prize at a fair. Despite his endless professions of love, in the end, your husband had been all too happy to give you away to a man he deemed his superior. “I-” Your mind spun at the possibilities of what could happen if you didn’t do as you had been told. For the first time, you saw the man your parents had seen. They had told you he was dangerous. They had warned you he would bring you nothing but ruin. They had done all that could to stop you from making what was now the biggest mistake of your life, but you hadn’t listened. Instead, you stupidly believed you were getting your promised happy ending. You had run away with him, marrying him on the bow of the ship that had brought you here. You had laid with him night after night dreaming of a brighter future. You had prided yourself on being so smart. How could you have not seen that your shining knight wasn’t your savior, he was your villain? 

The sound you made was inhuman as your back collided with the cool wall behind you. The scratchiness of the wallpaper against your neck and shoulders exacerbated the waves of panic that were shooting themselves through your body. Across the way, you heard the faint sound of Pierro’s boots shuffling their way across the plush area rug as he closed the gap between you two. “Perhaps my cecilia is seeing the reality of their situation.” He stopped an arms length away from you, the tips of his ornate boot barely coming into view. “If you are, then I may not have to tell your husband about your misstep after all.” You looked up at him, blinking back the tears that freely spilled over the apples of your cheeks. “Your concerns regarding the morality of the situation have been noted.” And promptly ignored. “Since this is our first night together, I will give you a choice.” Or at least the illusion of one. In truth, there was only one choice and it had already been made for you, by two men who were not you. 

You leaned against the wall for support, watching his long fingers as they reached into his side jacket pocket for something. “You may choose to take my hand and willingly follow me to my bed. If you do, then I can be persuaded to forget your hesitancy regarding this matter, provided you are obedient from now on.” You swallowed, continuing to stare up at him. “Or you may drink this.” He produced a small vial from his pocket, holding it up with two fingers. “It will render you unconscious-” A small chuckle slipped past his lips. “Or at the very least render you incompetent enough to where you won’t remember this night. But-” He drew the moment out for his own personal amusement. “It will render you piliant to whatever punishment I deem is fit for you.” Much his delight, you failed to stop the small whimper that had been building in your throat from escaping. The word punishment added a whole new level of terror to an already frightening situation. Pierro wouldn’t punish you lightly. While he had enjoyed your skittishness in the beginning, you had clearly tried his patience. Men like him didn’t enjoy being tested. So far, he had been generous with you, but you knew it wouldn’t continue. Pierro commanded loyalty, he commanded respect. His expectation was that you would fall in line and do as you were told. If you disobeyed, he would make sure you would never do it again; either by his own hand or via Capitano’s. 

“I should warn you though.” He gave you a cruel smile, spinning the small vial between his lithe fingers. “Should you opt for the potion, I will make up for your lack of memory come the morning.” There was another cold laugh that followed that. Your only reaction was to shrink back, pressing yourself further into the wall. What should you do? What could you do? Take his hand in the hope that he hurt you less tonight versus the pain you could feel come the morning? Then there was your husband to consider. What would you face once you returned to your shared apartment? How would Capitano cope with the idea that you had behaved badly? Would he be proud that you had done all you could to remain faithful, despite his very clear consent, or would you face further punishment because you had proved an embarrassment to him? 

A new kind of horror filled you.  

You couldn’t help but falter, the lump in your throat feeling as if it would choke the very life out of you. Your knees failed, buckling under your own weight. You didn’t register that you were on the floor, nor did you register that Pierro had followed you, kneeling next to you as the reality of your situation crushed the last of your resistance under its weight. “Come now child.” The lilt in his voice was unmistakable. He tried to mask it with concern, but it was still there. He had enjoyed watching you break right before his eyes, just as he enjoyed the fact that the game between you was over. Now all he had to do was take you how he wanted you. 

Helplessly you watch as Pierro reached out, brushing the tips of his gloved fingers over the line of your jaw, testing the proverbial waters. You flinched, but you didn’t pull away from him, earning a hummed approval. There was no point in resisting him. If you ran, you would be stopped. If you screamed, you would be silenced. If you fought, you would be punished. There was no escape. All he would allow you was to submit to him, willingly or otherwise.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ When someone tries to imitate you or take your place 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone 

(tw: general mentions of violence and intimacy, swf. Old ask suggested by the lovely @pandaquick, better late than never)

Your position in the Fatui is a much more personal and delicate matter. You are not just some high-rank advisor or soldier idling within the Zapolyarny Palace, nor can you be defined as another Fatuus. You are someone of a different echelon - a Harbinger’s beloved, safeguarded with the utmost honor conferred by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa. It is no secret your significant other would utilize a whole army to protect you, but what happens when someone, in their foolishness, forgets that?

✧ Pierro was the first to notice that someone tried to imitate you. An individual of high status endeavored to emulate your work and areas of expertise. Subsequently, this individual began to adopt aspects of your appearance, from hairstyle to clothing. However, the breaking point occurred when this foolish person attempted to purchase an identical jewelry brooch to the one you frequently wore. It was a similar piece, one gifted to you by Pierro.

Except that imitator missed one important clue - Pierro orders you custom-made silver adorned with deep-cut sapphires that would put the Tsaritsa’s crown into shame. A one of a kind piece.

This cheap attempt to imitate you and usurp your spot was what forced The Jester to abandon his silent observation. His gaze has long caught the envious glances directed towards you whenever you accompanied him on meetings, whenever he linked his arm with yours, whenever he generously kneeled beside you to put his coat over your shoulder and keep you warm from Snezhnaya’s cold - the same individual, always seething with resentment. Thus, it was time for the Director to silently act. 

He kept tabs on this person via a network of spies, gathering intel on their behavior and intentions. And with the most skilled spies raised from the House of the Hearth, it didn't take long to have a whole pile of evidence right on his desk. And with the simple snap of his fingers, he effortlessly orchestrated the apprehension and subsequent banishment of the culprit, sparing no unnecessary words. Hearsay will not be tolerated in the Fatui, but to see some lowly scum tarnish your reputation by cheap mimicry then it’ll be his responsibility to weed out. 

“Pierro, dearest, What's wrong? You seem so deep in thought.” - Your gentle murmur broke The Jester's train of thought. As he lay in bed, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over you, he reminded himself that he was in the comfort of your love. He doesn't have to mull over the bloodied ordinances when he feels the warmth of your skin underneath the covers.

“Apologies, my divine. It seems my mind was drifting to troubling thoughts. But it no longer matters when you're here.” - Thus, he gently planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked the covers around your body which harbored marks of his devotion earlier that night.

✧ Il Capitano clutched the hilt of his sword in resolution. Something was wrong and he could see it. The Harbinger was in the middle of his morning spar with you, a regular training session where you and the Captain warm up as a routine. He stood in a defensive stance, his movements fluid yet measured as his sword received blow after blow from your weapon. You, on the other hand, moved like a silent tempest, your strikes precise yet frustratingly urgent.

It was unlike you to be so unsteady, noted Capitano to himself, especially when fighting. Despite the unspoken patience, an undercurrent of concealed despondency and anger laced your body language. 

“Alright, my dear, I can feel your unease. What troubles your heart?” 

You shook your head, panting as you almost faltered. You insisted on continuing the training session, but it was clear your brave facade was almost crumbling. 

“It would be foolish to continue. And I care about your well-being. Please, confide in me, my beloved.”

You tried, you really did. But before you know it, your lips pursed into a thin line and a flood of tears escaped the moment you shakily lowered your weapon. Now the Captain was on full alert, rushing towards you and gently supporting you before you could hide your tearful face in shame. With an arm around your trembling form and much persuasion - you relented and shared the source of your frustration. A newly enlisted soldier had undergone thorough training under the tutelage of Il Capitano, and their impressive advancement was unmistakably evident in their unwavering dedication. However, this individual began to devote more time to the Captain, delving into military intelligence and climbing the ranks. You genuinely felt joy for the new recruit, truly. Yet in timid humiliation, you had to confess you felt obsolete as if your power alone wasn’t enough for a harbinger of his caliber and ranks.

“Ah, my dear, you are far from weak. My time with the trainees is merely a duty, a part of my job as the 1st Harbinger. But when it comes to you, my dear, your might and wisdom are incomparable. You don’t deserve my ranks, you deserve my life laid before you.”

But whatever gentle words of affection were coming out of the Captain, your next words of truth made him halt at once. “... At least, that’s what the recruit told me when we spoke. That I'm weak.” 

“...What did you say?” 

The gentle armored hand on your shoulder now tightened in restrained anger, fury flaring within his chest. Capitano now understood: your tears, your sudden insecurity, your doubt, your silence… It wasn’t coincidental. This recruit who was so conveniently rising in the ranks made sure to aim not just for the Harbinger. Specifically, you; to sow self-doubt onto you and hinder your precious relationship. Someone was deliberately bullying you.

You looked up at Capitano’s dreadful silence, asking him what was wrong.

“It… seems, my dear, someone has crossed an unforgivable line. One that would cost them their life dearly. And I am to blame for not noticing when harm and doubt came your way. I must amend this transgression for your forgiveness.”

You blinked in response, not having time to comprehend the severity of his words; It’s hard to respond when your beloved suddenly kneels and bows like a knight on duty. In the end, Capitano ushered you to take a day off and let your mind rest easy.

The next day, Capitano returned home early but was eerily silent once more. He stayed with you the whole day, like a hawk overlooking his nest, his arms crossed but his touch gentle. Although he claimed nothing was wrong, you received news that certain recruits were gone, and any upcoming soldiers that would come into his care would receive even stricter training from now on. That day, you wondered why some Fatui soldiers feared talking to you. Not to mention the armor around Capitano’s knuckles seemed faintly red-tinted.

The Fatui organization was a constant battle of powers and ranks. But to climb the ladder and meddle with the life of The Captain was a personal offense, one that would result in quick and unapologetic bloodshed. Nevertheless, he made sure to remind his soldiers about that. 

✧ When one of the folks working under Il Dottore as a lab analyst approached you, you didn’t expect them to call you names so suddenly. You stood there, confused and apprehensive at the sudden barrage of insults from the stranger. But they explained:

“You don’t do anything when helping during research, you know! I don’t even know how The 2nd tolerates you when you’re this useless. I’ll tell you what, quit your special-treatment act, and don’t come back to the lab. The Doctor is better off with someone of his level of intellect.”

You didn’t fight or defend yourself, you didn’t even insult the assistant. Instead, you smiled simply  - “Very well, I won’t. Good luck.”

That day, you turned and left. The frustrated lab analyst was left in confusion but thought they succeeded in eliminating the only obstacle left to get closer to the elusive yet powerful Harbinger. After all, what the hell do you even do at his lab? You exchange a few words with Dottore, maybe sporadically point at what to do, and remain seated in the back, resting as if you were the Tsaritsa herself. The audacity. How come Il Dottore never kicked you out?

Well, it didn't take long for this person to find out.

The next day, naturally, Dottore couldn’t find you when he proceeded with work. You were neither at his study, nor at the lab, nor at your favorite corner of the library. It was barely noon, and receiving your warm greetings was his routine. And the Doctor always follows the agenda.

“Where are they?” 

His question was brief but pointed, and his subordinates knew exactly who he was referring to. They could sense the tension in his voice. The only individual privy to the reason for your absence smirked smugly and responded.

“Hmph. It seems they decided not to come, Lord Harbinger Dottore.”

That was their first mistake because The Doctor caught on to the haughty smirk coming from his new analyst.

“And you know so certainly how?” - he quickly gestured to a nearby Fatui servant with a flick of his wrist. “Send in servants to check in on my behalf. I wasn’t informed. If my darling is feeling tired or unwell, bring their preferred refreshment immediately, and ensure it is warm.”

However, this displeased the new lab assistant, as even while you were away, Dottore was still dotting on you as if it was his second nature to do so while he was busy with work. Thus, they cleared their throat and spoke up:

“They… barely accomplished anything in your presence, doctor. So I advised them to leave, to which they agreed. Pretty straightforward, s-sir.” 

“Oh? Did you, now” - A burning rage, like never before, flared up within Il Dottore. With clenched teeth and a rigid jaw, his voice oozed with venom. But any seasoned lackey working under Dottore knew that this was the calm before the storm. Because soon, an echo of shattering vials and slammed objects would ring out from the laboratory. And in your absence, nothing would prevent the doctor from showing a bit of despotism. 

Much later that evening, after everything was set and done, the servants informed him of your whereabouts. Il Dottore briskly made his way through the Zapolyarny Palace to find you. Spotting you tucked away in a secluded nook of the palace, he hastened over, anxious to ensure your well-being, fearing you might’ve withdrawn due to the influence of some blabbering lowlife. 

“Dear! There you are… No one has the right to speak to you like that ever. Are you alright? My dearest, why did you not tell me immediately?! I would’ve-”

Dottore’s frustrated rambles come to a halt when you place a finger on his lips to shush him. You didn’t look despaired, in fact, you looked calm - “Zandik? Did you have another tantrum in your lab while I was absent?”

The doctor gulped, remembering his place. Calming his senses, he placed his hands on your waist and ushered you closer to his arms.

“... Perhaps. But I had to. How could I be certain that no one had harmed you? Why did you comply with that impudent fool? You should’ve gone to me first.”

“Well, it was unpleasant to hear the insults, sure. But…" - you glanced apologetically and a knowing smile returned to your lips. "I knew you'd find out and deal with the issue very quickly." 

✧ You and Pantalone were an odd couple. You didn't hail from a rich background, nor were you well-versed in the art of business and finance. You were more proficient in adventuring, your travels taking you to all sorts of journeys and commissions, a polar opposite from your beloved Pantalone. This led to raised eyebrows among the aristocrats of Snezhnaya. How can the richest man of Teyvat, who lives and works in prestige, be associated with such a simple person as you? For some, this gave the impression that they had a better chance of winning him over.

Thus, once upon a night, Pantalone was invited to a luxurious soirée. Here he was, clad in his finest suit, silver rings complementing his equally expensive optics. But to the Regrator, the jewelry adorning him was the least of his concerns - because you were the most precious gem in this gala. You accompanied him, although reluctantly, feeling out of place amidst the grand assembly of extravagant guests and the languid orchestra.

“Pantalone, do we have to…? I know you said this is not a business party, but there are so many guests already lining up to talk to you.” 

“Oh do not fret, my sweet. Evening galas like these are where the real negotiation and connections entail. But I know the details bore you, so I promise we won't stick here for too long. Besides, I get to introduce you as my one and only!”

That's exactly what you were afraid of. As a company of some esteemed noble ladies adorning elegant gowns, you had difficulties matching Pantalone’s polite smile. Overwhelmed by the scrutinizing gazes of some guests, you politely excused yourself to the bathroom. Pantalone was concerned, thinking of following you, but that was exactly what the guests wanted. 

You spent a long while by the hallway alone, trying to stabilize your breathing. The muttering of guests enjoying drinks and strolling was faint, but you could hear some people nearby:

“How can the 9th be with someone like them…? Surely it’s a joke.”

“A charming, rich man like him, and he can have anyone he desires. Yet he wastes his time on a simpleton?”

“Someone was definitely in it for the Mora, maybe he hasn’t seen real class. Quick, let’s go talk to him while he is alone.”

You stood with your back to a wall, and for the first time, uncertainty crept in. With fists clenched by your side, you reprimanded yourself that you are not alone. You came here with your significant other - and he, above all else, knows that gossip has no place in your shared private life. Hence, gathering up your courage, you raise your head high and strode back into the gala.

Pantalone, unfortunately yet expectedly, was surrounded by the same foul-mouthed nobles who wished to impress him. They prattled on about his financial success, while ladies fanned their folding fans and stood too close for his comfort. While they humored him, The Regrator cast hurried glances around the gala in search of you. Where are you?

“Lord Harbinger, may we offer you more champagne? I am sure this expensive bottle is up to your taste.”

The 9th attempted to hide his frown at the woman's tone, his stomach unwilling to ingest any drink some excessively elaborate name. “No thank you, I’d rather decline. I am waiting for my dear. I promised her a dance later this evening.”

“Oh, please sir, I insist. The night is young and there is plenty more for-” 

Before the woman could continue, your voice cut through the air; calm, yet unmistakably firm. “He said no. Simple enough to understand.”  

A hush fell over the gathered guests, the weight of your words settling like a sudden gust. Only Pantalone beamed with a genuine smile. “Ah, dear! There you are,”. The Harbinger was about to step back towards you, when the same lady suddenly blocked his path, her back facing him while her tone edged with defiance.

“I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid the question is directed towards Lord Harbinger Pantalone. I am sure you wouldn't know the pleasure of tasting a 500,000 Mora champagne from Fontaine.”

You recognized the snark in her tone directed towards you, and you couldn’t deny the anxiety twisting in your gut as eyes narrowed in your direction. However, with a shake of your head, you reminded yourself who you truly are and simply said: “Sheesh, lady, you spend that much on a drink that tastes worse than sparkling water? To each their own, I presume”

Her smile vanished. The guests stared in stunned silence, but it was Pantalone’s genuine laughter that pierced the tension. The sound was rich and real—because only he knew how adept you were at humbling an overconfident aristocrat with a dose of blunt truth. That’s how Pantalone managed to push through the crowd and circle his arm back around your waist, leaving the astonished onlookers behind.

“Ah dear, you’re a savior. I apologize I dragged us into this unpleasant company…” - he confined to you apologetically as you two walked away. “You always knew how to be sincere in your honest way.”

“It’s not like I meant to pick up a fight…" - you sighed. "I simply couldn't bear the humiliation, Pantalone. I'm aware that some people give me strange looks when I'm with you. They regard me as if I'm some peasant standing next to a powerful Fatui harbinger. That I'm nothing. That's why I couldn’t just hide, I had to step up to defend myself.”

“Oh, darling… My sweet, precious darling.” - The two of you left the manor that hosted the soiree, the chill night breeze muting the faint sound of guests and replacing it with a symphony of cricket noise from the garden nearby. Pantalone's fingers intertwined with yours.

"You are not just 'nothing' - you're my everything. You did not come from riches, and neither did I. You of all people know that. Would I really hold respect for some rich fool who didn't know an ounce of hardship when Mora was all they had since birth? No, dear, I wouldn't."

With a tender hand, he rested his palm on your waist, gently guiding you along the cobblestone path as if leading you into a slow waltz by garden roses in the night.

"Besides, you should never be ashamed to seek out my help. Although I must admit... Your tone earlier - oh my. Use it on me more often, darling. I wouldn't mind." 

[hunnieknight]

Little Soul

A leyline abnormality has occured in the House of Hearth!

Gn!Reader, unspecified relationship status, SUBTLE power dynamic, OOC, bad grammar and no beta read, quick story, canon divergent?

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Being House of Hearth's best leyline researcher means you work outside a lot. Always be on the field, directly studying the leylines themselves.

Being the best also means that the Head of the House always rely on you whenever there is an abnormality. You and the Lady are quite close, in professional matter. Everything is mostly about documents and mission.

With few personal teacup party.

The very first tea party was a nervous wreck. The Lady herself request for your presence, only you, just you. Oh boy, despite the bad thoughts clouded your mind, you just hope you got a raise or promotion.

Thankfully, it was just her asking for a plan. A quite specific plan of a very specific leyline abnormalities. It was Clervie, one of House of Hearth's children in the past.

That's where you learnt more of the Head of House of Hearth's past. She doesn't tell much other than Clervie need to be gone as she isn't suppose to exist and wandering about. Putting a soul to rest, again.

After hours of talking, she settled with a plan, thanking you by promising a raise on the next salary. Somehow, knowing how she was in the past is a promotion itself for you, imposing into her life story where not a lot of people are lucky enough to know.

Knowing how a leyline can manifest, how a memory of the past can exist as a visible soul, how an innocent soul can stuck in time, how...Arlecchino was just a child.

Leylines, basically Tevyat's biggest hive network memories, everything that has happened in the world is recorded and remembered.

Including the very memory that Arlecchino wants to forget.

You always see the Lady herself is all calm and collected, barely anything makes her break a sweat. She often does things her own way, it is quick and precise.

Now imagine your shock and dread when a pigeon bird flies to you with a small note "S.O.S". You know this bird, in fact, this one particular pigeon is only assigned for you. A messenger pigeon, reserved only for you, only for emergency, only from the Lady Arlecchino.

Door slams open, all due respect but anxiety fills your body, there is no time for greetings and formalities, if the Lady herself sending urgent message there must be some-

Huh?

It took you a moment to realize another abnormality like Clervie happens again but..in..the appearance of..the Lady?!

The task is simple, RETURN PERUERE. Okay, it's not that dreadful but the fact the fact the Lady trusting you to do this task, you feel like she is testing your skill. Testing if you are truly her best researcher.

You nodded, agreed to keep Lil Peruere a secret, her small hand engulf by yours when you guide the little soul into your private research office.

The true challenge is not sending her back, the TRUE challenge is to not grow attachment to the soul. Yes, she is a bit unique but the way her little hands always wanting to help stacking books, papers and catching small spiders making you grow fond of the little one.

So this is how Arlecchino was when she was a child, huh?

Makes you wonder what would Arlecchino's child be like.

This challenge also creating a bridge, more personal bridge rather than professional. Often times you only meet Arlecchino if there is a task, it was professional and formal, over a teacup party.

When Little Peruere stays with you, Arlecchino always shows up before your research office, o'clock, with..basket of sweets?

It was nice, the atmosphere is less formal and more domestic casual. Conversation is not always about the research progress, sometimes it's about Arlecchino's upbringing, what Little Peruere likes to do, and your own trivial stuff. The intimate talk only be witnessed by the papers and whiteboards in the research office.

Weeks passed and with Arlecchino's power, Little Peruere passed on, same with Clervie, the warm sunlight enveloping the lost soul as the little one disappear into small glistening petals. Just like Clervie, Arlecchino accompany Little Peruere, but you also sits next to her. Arlecchino have asked you to stay in the research office as the night is cold, yet here you are...

Sitting next to her, leading the conversation as both Peruere and Arlecchino prefers to listening in. The dawn sky is beautiful, dark twilight-blue night sky slowly painted with yellow-orange lights. Peruere watching with fascination, yours watching the little one with adoration, and you felt a pair of eyes watching you from the side.

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Clicking, typing, rustling filled your research office. You need to make a report on the little soul, as formality of your works. Arlecchino was there to proofreading the report herself.

The Harbinger doesn't miss how you sighed a lot, recalling the little pitter-patter of Peruere's feet around your office, the small hands tidying up the papers around, and the small bug container-which always contain any bugs found in your office- in the corner is empty now that Peruere is not here.

Arlecchino thinks, you have gone this far to send the soul back. Perhaps she should give you something in return, it's only fair in transaction,right?

What is it? A day off? A vacation? A raise? A promotion? A kid of your own?

Well, it seems you have grown fond to the little Peruere, perhaps...another real Peruere would be a delight?

And what a delight it is~! The House of Hearth burst into happiness when the news of another member, from the Father herself , was announced when the children are eating dinner.

This raised the House's morale, everybody work and play safely, determined to go home in one piece looking forward when cries of an infant burst into the house. It would be hell to get used to but the House of Hearth is used to not cry for pain, no tears of loss and grief.

This is the only cry they would have, the only wail in the building, the only tears they would be happy to hear. The only tears in the House of Hearth....

Oh hey, The Tsaritsa send a baby care package~♡!

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Another one is in the oven