#capitano x female reader

[affableramen]

no nut november day 1. how to make them come for the really horny darlings who read my smol insignificant blog :)

crack, smut, established relationships mature themes, minors dni

Wriothesley:

he loves when you choke him really well. he goes crazy once your hands start squeezing his neck

grabbing or scratching his butt. Wriothesley loves when you touch his rounded ass, and if you do he will definitely lose it

Tartaglia:

when you moan loudly, tartaglia loses his mind. he loves when you vocalise your sensations and satisfaction

praising him. tartaglia is not very experienced in bed activities, so he’d be really grateful if you kept praising him while having sex cause it makes him feel encouraged to proceed.

Neuvillette:

being on your knees for him (he does not expect that from anyone because he is such a humble individual, and it turns him on almost instantly)

when you take charge and offer him to have sex by your initiative. do not get me wrong, neuvillette is anything but submissive man, however even he gets tired of being constantly the controlling one. he wants you to be bold and shameless too

Pantalone:

when you play with, pull or grip his hair, it makes pantalone go insane. he is very sensitive to your touch in general, and he especially loves it when you try to tease him by playing with his wavy locks. he will be turned on immensely

when you touch his nipples (his erogenous zone. rub them nice and well, he will cum hard, mumbling “have mercy on me” to you)

Ayato:

dirty talking to him (praising his cock mostly) he loves his sex a bit dirty and overstimulating

when you slightly dominate him. this man is fed and sick of people constantly servicing him and seeing his s/o showing responsibility and taking a bold action like riding him will make him nut wildly

Capitano:

squeezing him inside. his manhood is thick, and the tip is fat enough to make him feel things when you suddenly tense up. capitano will give in to his passion, you will hear loud impatient grunting escaping his mouth that you never knew you needed

when you call him by his real name. in most circumstances capitano hates it when someone mentions his true old name, but when you do it during intimate moments he simply goes nuts for you. the way his name falls from your lips when he thrusts into you fast and hard enough just gets him going

Alhaitham:

he adores when you scratch his back. you always fear hurting him, but alhaitham wears your marks proudly and insists on you to not hold your passion in. he needs more of those blooming red marks of lust on his body

when you assist his thrusts by forcing your hips closer to him. he enjoys when you participate in love making equally to him, and will definitely cum unexpectedly generously if you continue

Dottore:

when you play by his rules. dottore is a very old and assertive man who’s used to things happen his way. at first he will kindly ask you to follow his lead but later on he will be incredibly blunt and dominant with you

when you use his vibrator on himself. not to mention him liking impressing you with new toys, when you grab one and press it against his skin, he will squirt his release earlier and thicker than expected

Dainsleif:

when you moan or whisper sweet nothings into his ear. this makes him particularly horny, especially given how much your voice turns him on in a private setting

when you try to unnoticeably run your hands over his hips. there is something about your claws grazing over his strong legs that makes him go completely frenzied for you

Baizhu:

when you bite his ears and neck. baizhu has those very sensitive and he will come almost instantly if you tease the delicious earlobes and neck of his.

when you wear sexy outfits. he likes to take you when you’re wearing those naughty, revealing but incredibly gorgeous outfits. he practically loses control of his arousal and can come even prematurely simply because he is staring at your beautiful body

[demonskiss]

Hi one again it’s 👾 can you do something on capitano or pierro idk if you can tell but I like big men 🤭 if not it’s cool tho

capitano nsfw drabble 11

cw: size kink, fingering, gentle capitano (to reader’s displeasure), accidental overstim

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you’ll never truly get used to his enormous size, you think. no matter how slow he prepares you, fingering your tight hole with one, two, and three fingers, making you pliant and so desperately needy for him, begging him to take you like the strong, powerful man he is. when capitano finally gets impatient, he thrusts at an agonizing pace, leaving you whining as you feel the drag of his cock along your walls. but he dare not to hurt you, and he ignores your wails, your pleas for him to use you like a cock-sleeve.

“dear, you fit me so well.” the larger man breathlessly pants, nuzzling his face into the crook of your much smaller neck. ��don’t worry, i’ll make it fit, you need to be patient however…” oh, he’s just so sweet, and you’re so desperate to make him snap and take you like the wanton whore you are, but capitano’s patience outlasts yours. but finally, he begins to thrust at a steady but slow pace. it somehow feels too overwhelming for you, and he hasn’t even gone at the pace that he likes! how will you handle him?

capitano will make you accommodate to his size, he’ll gently coo you the entire time, it just needs some work is all!

I CAN TELL. it’s ok i like big men too i’m crazy just a lil bit

[eluxcastar]

I don't know if you still receive requests. But if it is possible, I would like one with Capitano and a female reader. Where the reader is something of a red riding hood in appearance, but she is a beast hunter from the north. And she finds a wounded nether creature and she takes care of it. And it turns out that it was Capitano, so that Capitano can look for him later.

Capitano with a beast hunter

── ୨୧：il capitano x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it seemed to start when a child approached you telling you of a 'doggy' that needed help. it wasn't a doggy, and it actually needed a sword through the skull to put it out of its misery, but the poor thing's whimpers had you taking it home against all your judgements.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: fem reader, reader could be read as rude Idk, they're meant to just be blunt, reader doesn't have a vision (why was this relevant), possible ooc (he says exactly one line in canon), not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 3123

so I turned my back and suddenly had three thousand words of domesticating nether creatures 101 a class with Capitano. I accidentally made the little creature sound cute help 💀 I actually really liked this idea but then I had this whole confusion born of my own stupidity where I couldn't figure out if Capitano was the creature or if he owned it and I put it off thinking I would miraculously read it and know the answer (I didn't) so I ended up asking someone else and we agreed on he owns it, I then got busy and didn't come back to this for like almost a month atp but now you can have food anon

"Look Miss, that's the doggy. It's hurt, isn't it?" the child whose hand you held must've been...perhaps not the brightest star in the sky, to put it delicately. you're not really sure at a glance how he can look at a beast from the depths of the abyss and call it a doggy. then again, maybe the idea of such creatures existing is foreign to the mind of a child.

he had enough sense to chase down the first passer-by and lead them to this supposed doggy, though you're not sure what he expects them to do. it was purely by chance that you were the one the child found, but odds said he would sooner find someone with no idea what it even was. them, or the fatuus scattered around the place as they had been for days now. for whatever reason, the Fatui are lingering, it probably ran away from one of them to hide in the emptier farmlands where it could recover. one of them would've killed it in front of his eyes without a second thought.

"It's been injured by something, and it's exhausted, probably wants something to drink about now." observing its trembling leaves you with only the conclusion you should probably put it out of its misery, just maybe not in front of the child.

"Can you make it better?" he asks, a clear pity in his eyes. you know you can't tell him you're going to take it out into the woods near the village and kill it.

you let go of the child's hand and inch closer to the creature, offering a hand to it - coincidentally your familiarity with these things gives you ample sense of how to approach them - and it weakly prods at your fingers, unusually passive for something which usually is vicious by nature. "Sure." you tell him, scooping the creature up in your hands finding it covered in dust and scraps of the crops it probably picked up running through the fields, "I'll take him back home with me."

you can just tell him it ran away once it was all better or something.

you suppose that's as good a reason as any to end up lugging a beast around as you pass through the woods to go back home, delicacy is an important aspect of your work. still you can't help but notice the way it nestles itself into your body, tucked up in your arms folded into itself. it's small, probably one of the babies. that would explain why it's so peaceful. even while you pick at some of the particularly tangled bits of wheat and accidentally tug at the fur, it doesn't bite.

you'll have to give it a proper bath in a bucket of soapy water when you get home, but the damage is less than you thought. now that it's out of the way of Humans it seems less injured than it did when it was piled in a heap on the outskirts of the village, barely injured at all in fact.

"I bet you were being dramatic to lure Humans in, weren't you, little one? Who taught you to do that?" you stroke a hand through its fur as you speak to it, almost like a common house pet. you don't expect a response, though it trills at you quite pleased with itself.

when you think about it, you're the real sucker. you picked it up anyway and basically did exactly the thing it wanted you to.

"I'm under no obligation to kill you for once, so maybe you can stay for a while. Company wouldn't hurt."

so you let it stay, and someone must've been treating him well as he's oddly affectionate for something that is meant to be fixated on hurting you. his little claws are blunt at the point and neatly trimmed, unable to hurt even though he seems to know how to be gentle with them as he sometimes beats his little paw-like nubs against your legs for attention, always soft enough so that it doesn't hurt but only grabs your focus.

he hovers while you make food for yourself, perhaps expecting a share of the scraps, spoiled little thing. he always topples over himself trying to follow you to grab at your bowl, though it's hard to deny you enjoy having company in a place so far removed from people. even if your 'company' is a fluffy little abyssal creature, it's some kind of company. things are less…quiet, livelier.

you just can't decide if it's like a child or a dog. it's enough like a dog in terms of appearance to be mistaken for one (apparently), but it's mischievous like a child and feels like one when it watches you. it's too small for a child, and children don't generally have fur last time you checked, but children are messy sometimes and make incoherent noises the way it makes a sound something like a 'woo' for any and all communications.

it feels just a tad like the little guy is taking over, claiming your blankets and hobbling around 'hidden' in them like you can't see the blanket draped over his head moving around of its own. he likes burrowing himself in piles of them, and he keeps eating your food much to your annoyance. he likes berries, so maybe you can take him to get the normally very poisonous ones since he shouldn't be affected in the same way you are.

little patters of footsteps causes you to look up as it runs over, a little woo noise it makes little babbling accompanying it as something knocks into your side. he's all tangled up in your basket - the second thing he likes - and almost looks as if he is carrying it. he wants in the basket, but can't get the lid up to squeeze inside, and now he's trapped in the handle tummy flat against the still closed lid.

"Ah, were you trying to hide again?" you lean down and lift the basket, bringing him up with it. his feet flail about as he thrashes to get out, "Ay, ay, settle." you tell him, and he calms to only a desperate wiggle. then you give the basket a harsh shake and he slips, only needing one more to thump to the floor and scramble to get up, claws scratching against the floorboards.

he woos at you again, claws scratching lightly at your leg, little nubs beating you gently like he pats you with a little too much aggression. it's affection…at least you think, admittedly you're not the most well-versed in the way they communicate with Humans.

"You want in the basket, don't you?" you ask, opening the lid to demonstrate, pointing to the inside which holds only a spare cloth to pad the bottom of the basket. "In." you try to emphasise in case he doesn't understand, though he emits another of his happy little trills and hops about his feet.

the second you lower the open basket to his level, he runs up to squirm his way in, disappearing into the comfort of his little hiding place with only the faint purr-like noise that comes from within the basket.

since he's in there, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take him out now?

it's a nice day, sun high in the sky filtered by the trees, easy on the eyes. the wind feels nice, the temperature is just right, today is the kind of day you wish stuck around when jobs appear but it can never just be that easy. always they come in the pouring rain, or the blazing sun, anything to ruin your day, but just maybe you like the idea of having nothing to do on the good days. you can enjoy them more - not that you don't enjoy your work - nothing beats days off. then again, if not for the fuzzy little ball of energy shaking your basket you probably would be bored out of your mind right now, so maybe you really would prefer the clear skies to come on your work days.

if you can recall, a couple of berry bushes are scattered not that far from your little cottage, somewhere to the east just off the path. the little guy seems restless today-- what should you call him actually? he doesn't have a name yet. should you even name him? if you do that, you'll only get attached to him. whatever his name is, he seems restless, rustling your basket every few seconds, though completely silent.

the noise from in that basket stopped… you halt in your tracks, lifting the lid of the basket just enough to see him inside. he's curled up in himself scratching at his head. he's probably just cleaning himself.

"You doing alright in there buddy?" you ask, reaching in to poke at his head to pat him.

before you can even react he leaps from the back of your basket, little patters against the path reaching your ears. you turn around to see him running off down the path; away from you, toward the village. shit! without a thought you drop the basket and run off after him, little time to do much else as your focus shifts solely to either catching him or killing him before he can make it to a Human. he's been nice enough to you, but what happens when he gets too hungry? maybe you shouldn't have yelled when he ate all the apples you were gifted.

it's not surprising his stamina is enough to carry his little legs for several minutes, but it's not as if you're not used to this. you're reminded exactly of everything you both love and hate about this job. on one hand, you feel exhilarated by the chase, the adrenaline that pumps through you. at the same time you're overwhelmed by dread whenever your target decides to make a beeline for civilisation, whether to escape you or find food.

he weaves through trees, both of you well off the path by now. there's a clearing, you can tell. you draw your knife noticing how much he's hindered by the threat of obstacles. now will be the chance. you know you can't hesitate just because he spent a few days cozying up to you in your house, you have to set your personal feelings aside.

then suddenly you step into the clearing after him, the sun feeling brighter than before in your eyes, and the dread worsens tenfold almost immediately.

a man clad in armour stands in the clearing, and by the time you can see him your little creature friend has already jumped at him. the little guy's form morphs and contorts, growing into a much larger beast. it was disguising itself, you realise, not a baby. the body of what is now a large beast with sharpening teeth comes crashing down on the man, toppling him to the ground by pure force and you think it's going to kill him, as soon as it tears through that armour he'll be dead.

you step forward to raise your blade, though too small for the job, you can make it work, lifting your arm over your head when--

"There you are. I looked for days, and couldn't find you."

oh. oh now you get it.

you drop your knife to the ground at your feet with a clatter, and hear a hum come from the suit of armour under the best that excitedly greets him. he owns the bloody thing! god you really want to kill him right about now, but that's not exactly ethical nor is it legal unfortunately, so you're going to have to refrain if only by the threat of consequence. who the hell keeps nether creatures as pets? well, actually for a second there… no, no. you're not even going to throw him the bone and excuse that.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you yell without thinking, only realising your mistake when that beast gnarls its teeth at you, a far different attitude than it had with you before. he can't see that you're concerned, he sees a crazy lady with a knife at her feet yelling at his master.

"Down, Pip." on his command, he retreats back to the man's side, now sitting up. "Did he startle you?"

"What kind of name for that is Pip?" that wasn't exactly what you meant to say, but it certainly was what came out of your mouth as the shock was still wearing off. in reality the name Pip was probably given to the fluffy little one you had picked up, not the much more intimidating beast it became.

"Is there something wrong with that name?" he asks,

"Well no--"

there's a lot wrong with it actually.

"That's not important."

that's a lie.

you feel the silence is awkward, but it is interrupted by Pip morphing again, shrinking this time as he returns to the fluffy little creature you know and tolerate come to beat your leg again. he patters over with an excited little woo like he's come to show you his master, a little child come to lead you off to his best friend as one of his paws flails about in the man’s direction.

this man seems to know Pip, and as much as you don't like these beasts, Pip isn't a danger to anyone. you can really do nothing about either of them. you can't tell what he's thinking, what face he's making as it hides behind the cover of a helmet. you have to base his mood off of his voice, deep as you'd expect, not seemingly phased by your brashness at all. "Was it you who bathed Pip?"

"And fed him." you reply, swatting away the little fur ball though he persists through your defiance, "I was taking him out to get him some berries when he took off."

"He likes those." he says it like a note, telling you to get him more.

"I noticed." your response is a little snarkier than you might like, but too late to change it you resign yourself to holding back your urge to wince and carry on. "He ate all my food, and stole all of my blankets."

he makes a noise like he stifles a chuckle, "He'll do that if he's allowed. Many of Pip's meals aren't so scarce."

"I thought he was spoiled. He wanted my fill too."

"He likes you, for a huntress that is.” he remarks, "If he didn't, he would have eaten you when he was hungry enough."

you know you wouldn't have been taken down too easily, but still the thought of Pip considering eating you while you let him rest in the warmth of your bed nestled against your side makes you swallow hard. maybe let was a generous word considering you tried to dump him out in his pile of blankets several times, only to wander back to your bed now featuring a lump that wasn't there before. either way, the fact he may have at some point been squirming back in to devour you… gorging himself on apples probably solved that hunger problem. maybe you should've thanked him for eating them. 

only then does it occur to you that he had already deduced exactly what you were doing chasing Pip about with a knife - for a huntress, he added. between the knife and the knowledge you had necessary to deal with the fur ball you assumed that was obvious now that you think back to it, but for a moment it had you wondering.

you allow Pip to lead you, hobbling his way back over to direct his little woos at the man clad in armour, like he was telling him some bizarre thing you can’t understand. it is kind of cute, admittedly. if nothing else he is quite dedicated to making you get along, and with this strange man not moving a muscle to stand, you assume that means you’re the one supposed to be sitting down. it feels impolite with your cabin not far from here, you could easily walk the two of them back to offer them something to eat, but it seems Pip would like you to sit here.

too bad for Pip, you don’t really want to sit here.

“Why don’t we go and get Pip some berries and talk instead? Thanks to him my basket is somewhere out on the path to get those berries. It’s a good basket, I don’t want to lose it”

“I didn’t expect a huntress to still want to feed a nether beast.” finally he collects Pip from beside him and stands. something clicks in your brain seeing how tall he is - of course he can wrangle a beast like Pip. if he really wanted to, he probably could’ve stopped Pip from knocking him over in the first place, but perhaps seeing his big little friend was more important than staying on his feet. “Or to meet the huntress who lives in these woods at all.”

“One of the village kids was crying about your ‘dog’ and besides that he’s domestic.” you brush it off quickly not wanting to go into a long spiel of excuses about why you wouldn’t just choke the little thing out, “Wait wait-- what are you on about? I thought only people who seek bounty hunters really knew about them.”

 he walks toward you, Pip under his arm squirming around to little avail, “One of the villagers warned me that my ‘dog’ might’ve been stolen by ‘a crazy lady in red who thinks she slays monsters’ - her words.” he explains.

“Oh cut it out! You haven’t even said your name yet and you’re already going along with what they say.” only lightly you punch him in the sight, though immediately regret it as you shake your hand off remembering you punched a suit of armour.

“Capitano,” he says.

oh. that answers your other question.

he’s a Fatui Harbinger, you should probably not punch him again.

with the two of you already beginning to walk in the direction you came from, you are easily able to set that thought aside in favour of retrieving your good basket which Pip had taken such a liking to that he got stuck in it. it’s still late morning and the sun is still out, a nice day for berry picking, and so berry picking you’ll go, even if you have to do so with guests. that’s fine, you’re not an antisocial crazy lady, and besides you’re starting to like that stupid little nether beast…his owner isn’t all that bad either, maybe the day will be nice with company.

[reshinless]

──── point one, caught off guard.

ᯓ★ ── . summary. when you get pulled in this whole situation, maybe it's for the best, don't you think captain?

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note.. hello disciples >< will be answering asks soon, just feels like im spamming the HELL outta kinich works so LOL

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. capitano x fem!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, lowkey hate fucking, cunnilingus, fem terms used, fem nicknames used, reader is a well-known traveler (plus is strong!), SPOILER FOR NATLAN ARCHON QUEST !!! reader strong but capitano stronger:^, reader takes commissions, low-key vision play (I'LL EXPLAIN!!), mirror sex, pwp, slight dacryphilia (shown for a literal splice of the fic)

wc: 2k ★ rated 18+

you never expected to land yourself into a situation like this . . you were a reputable hero, with a reputation that spoke for itself!

you originally hated the fatui, you planned to never ever give any of 'em mercy when you came across them. the rumors of their deeds- all of them unforgivable. the many innocents witnessed dead at the scene. stolen goods. everything you could think of.

" damn harbingers! are they trying to target us specifically?! " one of your past commissioners exclaimed. " it's as if all are damn supply is all gone! " he screams, banging a beer bottle onto the table.

you swiftly dodge the sudden shard of glass coming your way. sighing softly- " maybe . . I can try and find them myself. " a tilt from your head is apparent, he glosses his eyes over you and laughs.

" you think you could take them, really? " his hand lifts up to wipe a tear of the edge of his eyes. " . . yes. because I can."

" alright sweetheart, I get how you're pretty good at what you do . . but you can't be that sure you'll beat the number one harbinger, can you?"

" hell yeah I can! " you stood up, as he offered an impossible amount of resources, going even as far as to offer up one of his business to you—in doubt that you'd beat capitano himself.

as you followed throughout the distant trail of elemental traces throughout natlan, trying to find the abysmal saurian that had been causing your most recent commissioner much trouble before suddenly hearing voices, and getting sucked into a different environment.

your head ached, as you opened your eyes—the night kingdom?! remnants of livid souls whispered and wailed. quickly analyzing your surroundings, it was almost as if no one else was there before a voice materialized behind you. "so you . . are the rumored hero. aren't you? quite beautiful I must say."

your features were unseen to him in all his years of exploring the past of the lands all over the home you all call teyvat (or at least for the year being)

"you must be . . a harbinger, right? those badges on your uniform aren't just given to anyone." your eyes scan him briefly before a scoff leaves your lips. "a smart princess. yes, I am." a smirk from behind the shadows of his headwear grew.

"hmm, i must say, i did not expect such a refined lady behind all the recent rumors or who had been taking out my troops." he hummed. "not that it's bad, don't get me wrong." he took slow steps near you

"how about.. you join my cause, pretty? I'll make sure that the nation is safe right by your side, and as well as the others." he reaches his gloved hand out to you. you simply scorn, "join? i hate you fatui. all the same." to be fair, your impression of all of them were just loyal to their archon, as well as mass murderers with no intentions of mercy. so he nodded. "how about I show you what I can service you with? it might convince you."

in a sense, you were unsure if you could, even when your strength was undoubtedly amazing, surpassing most people. "haaah.. getting- cocky now are we, sweetheart?" a lowly gruff escapes the first harbinger's throat.

the soft plush of your thighs squeezed around his cheeks. his helmet laid out on the floor. if he kept it on he knows it hurt the pretty pussy he tried to taste so badly.

well, that brings us back to why and how you got into this position. A bit of convincing goes a long way, I suppose. (in my head i believe fully that capitano has an unironically long tongue just to give context.)

a long swipe of tongue over your clit was unfurled. another kiss to your cunt- he temporarily removed himself from the blissful taste of the entrance his tongue loved to stay so snug inside, biting the tip of his glove off to remove his glove carefully. his long digits start to replace his lips that previously placed themselves onto you.

"n.. ngh." his thumb rubbed your clit so carefully, you almost try pushing his face off, your hands attempting to grab the strands at the back of his head.

originally you were lured out by ororon; into the domain of the night kingdom. but capitano didn't expect you to be so.. enticing, and neither did ororon, even hesitating at first before actually opening the domain.

necessarily capitano didn't even hate you, no. he wanted you. "s- stop.. i don't want you.." his mouth made a pop sound when detaching itself as he smirked, warm breath felt near your cunt. "let this cunt speak for itself . . I'm spoiling you so much, my queen." a raspy, deep chuckle emits, he wanted you more than anything he's ever seen.

even once his tongue starts to slow down, you feel your hips instinctively grind onto his tongue. but he couldn't keep his eyes off you- such a pretty sight, better than a seventieth-floor view. almost with half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you- an icy gaze glossed over your face briefly.

you could feel your whines already emerge from your chest, your throat almost starting to get sore from all the whimpers of his name. you did agree on trading your assistance and strength for keeping natlan safe

he slowly reaches up from your cunt to your lips, a soft, gentle kiss, much different from how his tongue spoke deep and down below you. positioning your back comfortably onto the stone.

"s'pretty like this, aren't you?" "still- hnn.. still hate you, damn harbinger.." you wouldn't give in, not yet, but archons did he know how to pleasure a woman.

"mmf- easy now.. sweetheart." his cock almost choked- your hole barely even taking in its head. "fffuck- stop stop! hurts!" your hips jolted, and holy shit was he lengthy. and girthy. damn.

"did I now?" a genuine tone was prominent in his voice. leaning in closer, checking to see if he accidentally left any scars, or bruises. "tell me where it hurts." he licked off the essence of you on his fingers briefly before caressing your face.

he.. was much more caring than you expected. such a large, muscly man—you expected worse from him. its not even because he took pity on you either, he genuinely cared.

"i- its fine. I just- 't was something I said in the heat of the moment.. don't worry you didn't."

"and.. you're sure?" he tilts his head, clear in the icicles of his eyes that he was still worried. sure he definitely wanted to fuck but what was the point if you weren't receiving any pleasure?

"yeah, yeah I'm fine."

after thoroughly checking on you, he goes back to what he was originally planning to do. maybe you'd like this position more?

or maybe he should really talk you through it, let you know he's right there, behind you, literally.

your back against his chest—he decided on letting you take him at your own pace. his cock twitched, leaking with precum, but he knew if he wanted the best possible experience with you.. it'd be both of you being pleasured, not just himself.

you swear a minute ago he was all softie and stuff, why did he mood swing so damn hard! maybe you liked it when he basically slammed himself inside you—reaching to the very deepest parts that he can.

you were put up in a position of somewhat on all fours, yet both of your hands were up on the rock for support. capitano's words sounded tender, but his touch (for now) was not.

you yelp, every now and then taking you by surprise and grinding the very tip of his length against your g-spot.

"ssshit.. you feel so nice, princess.." the captain threw his head back, his grasp on your waist softening for the slightest moment, before returning to his usual pace.

a dried-up milky ring had casted itself around the base of his shaft- certainly making it clear for how you both have been at it.

the many times your eyebrows have knit, or the amount of moments wherein you rolled your eyes back. hell—even the rock started to creak.

shit did he just- start to rub his fingers over your clit?! "ahh- fuck, fuck!" you whined as you body slowly got even more sensitive by each second. a squealing sob escapes your throat as the fire that pooled in your stomach was only abrupt before you came onto his cock.

sitting you down onto his lap. his hand briefly reached out to pry your thighs open for him, growing a mirror in front of you, reflective and icy.

you could see how his dick bulged in your stomach, making such a pretty mark for others to see.

"no one could treat you better than I am right now, right? tell me.." his voice just as cold, whispery as the night sky idle with stars.

it sent shivers down your spine. capitano groaned at how well your tight cunt took his width. caressing the rough pads of his calloused palms over the sweet mark in your stomach.

you felt your hips giving instinctive sloppy, yet slow thrusts onto his cock. then a sudden cold grasp landed over your throat as you tried to throw your head back. just the prettiest little groan you could feel vibrate across his chest.

you could see pretty slime-like milk-colored rings stretch each time you tried to lift yourself up to use his dick to hit your spot.

he loved feeling his hands over your waist, down to your hips. "fuck," he grunted, picking you up to pin your quintessential figure against said mirror. you shuddered- feeling all the coldness on your back, spreading to every inch of your spine.

"gonna fuck you like i mean it this time, looking so desperate for my cock when you know I look in the mirror. mmf, s'dirty." holding your waist, fingermarks clear, his grasp careful not to place them on the previous smears.

his tip teased itself against your clit, carefully rubbing against it, and trusted in roughly, making you almost scream.

was he really this long, and this fast? his pace matched that of a madman on a roll. every moan you let out only happened to make him even harder. why in the hell did he keep growing?!

you felt every emotion almost all at once, pleasure everlasting and rushing through your veins. it was almost too slippery down there, shaft sliding in n' out so fast- fuck! you didn't want to admit how good he felt inside you.

he grazed one of his hands over your chest. his breathy moans, he was in love with the way your hole stretched out, and over. your body almost wanted to run away- but at the same time, you wanted more.

"t- takin' me like a good girl, mm?" he chortles, you could feel that prominent vein on his shaft, that ran down to the very base, damn it felt good. "f- fuuuck.. fuck y- you!" almost an incessant whine as you let out small mewls of his name. shit he really could do this forever couldn't he . .

every time he pounded your gaping hole, you'd yelp, was he trying to chase your hole?! you swear you head the mirror your back faced crack!

" 'tano . . mmfffuck! i- i think the . . hnnn . . the m- mirror cracked." apart from your unnecessary incoherent babbles you let out mid-sentence, the captain simply chuckled at your barely phonological words. "even better then, I'll make sure you land on something soft."

"shit," he mumbled as his hurried strikes continued, "s'tight . . fuck you trying to keep me inside you?" your clingy cunt couldn't bare to let go of him. his thumb made small, pretentious circles on your hip.

he leans in further to land a kiss on your cheekbone, smirking as he does. solely focusing on how his dick probably kissed your insides better. how sad that he could only imagine how blissful might your nth orgasm be.

the mirror continued to crack underneath the pressure capitano put into his powerful strokes to your womb. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, while he started to kiss your tears away, he knew he went a little rougher than earlier.

he felt your nails claw, and scratch at his back. his face leaning in closer to place small pecks onto your breasts—single, separate, independent scattered everywhere.

a teetering edge—you arched your back as you came again. you could feel his sticky, goopy load shoot up into you. a loud wail exited your throat, he knew you probably felt amazing.

you slowly took breaths, exhaling, and inhaling as capitano helped you calm down. resting his hardness inside your hole for a bit 'till it softened. he rests you against the cracked mirror, checking if your back hurt, kissing your forehead.

"so, you want to join my mission now, pretty?"

[zaephix]

XOXO, kiss me, dont say no! / / genshin and star rail men . . .

the various ways they kiss you throughout your relationship <3

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive in general but rlly suggestive on the last one lolz

w/c: .774k

author's note: this is lazy ash sorry but ive been so unmotivated recently its crazy also super random but dont let my blog theme deceive u my fav colors r pink and orange im js too lazy to change it LMAO

he opts for more chaste kisses, kisses that are shared between the two of you in passing. forehead kisses that happen between the two of you as he brings you your coffee for the day, kisses on the cheek as he has one hand on your waist to get past you, kisses on the corner of your lips to get that one crumb off of them. they leave you excited and almost pining for the next one. he is a busy man, sure, but he'd never not make time for affection between the two of you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvilette, thoma, kaeya, baizhu, chongyun, sunday, dr. ratio, luocha, gepard, blade, aventurine . . .

he gives you a kiss every chance he gets. on your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, and even your chin at times. he's so quick about it, always finding the most obscure places to place his lips. you can't help but reciprocate it, turning it into a game on how many you can give eachother without it being in the same place. it was only when you gave him a quick peck on the lips did he finally click in his head that he could've kissed you there all along. "oh."

venti, itto, childe, heizou, lyney, gaming, razor, kaveh, cyno, sampo, luka, jing yuan, yanqing . . .

he is a gentleman first and foremost. he checks with you by the slightest glance between the two of you before leaning down to press his lips against yours. kisses to the back of your hand, the crown of your head, the veins on your wrist... the list goes on and on. it was to the point where the simplest graze of his fingers on your skin as he fixes your clothes felt intimate. and to be honest it makes you almost fall in love with him again, your perfect gentleman.

zhongli, diluc, neuvilette, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, ayato, welt, gepard, gallagher, luocha, argenti, dan heng . . .

he is rather the opposite, he is a tease before everything. it seems like you can never have your way with him. his lips would just barely brush with yours, his eyes looking at you with a too-proud smirk. he'd either be insanely quick or painfully slow, no in between. he knew what he was doing, and god was it driving you mad. it was just when you started giving him his own medicine did he understand how you felt, and by the end of the week he was putty in your arms, begging for more.

kaeya, childe, cyno, kaveh, venti, xingqiu, lyney, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, sampo, boothill, aventurine, dan feng, gallagher. . .

his favorite kisses are lazy kisses. kisses that require no minimum amount of effort but still leave you satisfied. he says he just prefers to take his time with you, but all that really means is that he just wants to put his lips on you wherever he can. slow drags of his mouth tickle your skin, his face buried in your neck. he especially loves it when you caress his lips with your fingers before leaning in to kiss him, the soft matress beneath you dipping as you whisper into his ears before sleep takes you both, "g'night."

alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, scaramouche, aether, jing yuan, dr ratio, blade, welt, boothill, aventurine . . .

kisses with him somehow always feel nervous. like he's inching towards you before (awkwardly) looking away to anywhere but your face. you made him feel like a boy with his first crush, ears slightly red at the possibility of a kiss. many of these times you had to initiate them yourself, easing him into it. now that he had someone to call his own, it felt almost surreal. and unbenknownest to you, he regularly kisses you on your forehead as you're sleeping, your dreams suddenly feeling sweeter than before.

aether, scaramouche, albedo, lyney, bennett, kaveh, freminet, gorou, tighnari, xiao, dan heng, arlan, gepard, moze . . .

his kisses feel straight out of a romance drama, always tender and sickeningly sweet. and you can't help but wonder if he takes notes on your favorites. but no, this was just how he was. the way he'd hold intense eye contact before leaning in to close the gap, the way he cradled the side of your head, even the way he'd softly whisper "is this okay?" each and every time. he leaves your face and neck warm and flushed, and when you try and hide it, he gently tilts your head up with his fingers. "don't hide your face, pretty"

ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, neuvillette, venti, kaeya, thoma, argenti, boothill, jing yuan, gepard . . .

he prefers to have his kisses as few as possible, yet with the most passion as he can muster. kisses between the two of you are rare unless its initiated by you, like small gestures like forehead and cheek kisses. but there are times where even he cant deny himself of your lips, pulling you into his lap randomly out of the blue. when he does decide to take pity on the both of you, he takes your breath and soul away. they're hot, heavy, full of pent up emotion, bad or good. and by the end you two are breathing into eachother's mouth, both your eyes telling eachother to not stop.

alhaitham, albedo, scaramouche, diluc, capitano, xiao, sunday, blade, dr ratio, dan heng, dan feng, moze . . .

[quimichi]

❛ A STROLL THROUGH SNEZHNAYA ༉‧₊˚ Capitano x F!Reader

Capitano holds you gently against his side as the two of you continue to stroll through the streets of Snezhnaya. The Harbinger glances down at you every now and then, his golden eyes flicking over your form when he takes notice of the white fur coat.

"You're going to freeze." He mutters, his deep timbre cutting through the frosty air like a knife through butter. Capitano's body heat is like a furnace against you, the sheer size of the Harbinger practically drowning your frame in his own. He walks with a firm and confident gait, the other Fatui members giving the two of you a lot of space to walk.

Capitano brings you close to his side once more, practically having your arm wrapped around his own. His steps are measured and relaxed, as if he was just casually walking through the city with a lover.

"I suppose you wouldn't care if I pointed out that you'll catch a cold." Capitano murmurs. "I could wear 10 more layers and still feel cold." You mumble back. Capitano is silent for a moment, mulling over your words before he heaves out a sigh. "You are stubborn, you know that?"

His arm around your figure pulls you close to him, a near vice grip on his part. Capitano could feel you shiver against him, and he grumbled something quietly in his native tongue. He pauses in his steps, bringing the two of you to a stop before turning to face you fully. Capitano reaches up with his other hand, cupping your cheek gently as his thumb brushes against your chilled skin.

"You're cold, and you're still stubborn about it." Capitano murmurs, but he gives no further comment. Capitano's gaze is fixated on your face, as if he was trying to commit every aspect of you to memory. In one quick motion, he drapes his own coat over you. Capitano's eyes follow the movement of his own coat being placed over you, watching as it engulfs your form completely. A small huff of amusement escapes past his helmet, and Capitano straightens up to his full height once more.

"There, is that better?" He questions, the faintest hint of tease in his voice. "What about you?" Capitano huffs softly, moving one hand down to your waist, pulling you against his larger frame. "I don't get cold." The corners of his mouth is upturned in a soft smirk at your concern for his well-being. Capitano's hand runs up and down your side, as if attempting to warm you by physical touch. Capitano's large frame nearly blocks the freezing air from getting to you, though your teeth still chatter softly. The Harbinger takes notice, his other hand moving from your form to gently cup your chin. Capitano tilts your head back, forcing your gaze to meet his own.

"Are you still cold?" He murmurs, leaning down to your eye level, effectively blocking the view of the streets from your sight. "Mhm." you nod your head. Capitano's gaze on you softens for a moment, an eyebrow raising behind the mask on his face. You looked so small and cold, drowned in his coat. Capitano's smirk turns into a grin, and his hand slides from your chin to your cheek, fingers rubbing along your jawline affectionately.

"I suppose you look rather adorable like this, hm?" Capitano drawls out, his voice a tad lower than usual.

"I adore you."

[nihilityuniverse]

𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...

ENG is not my First language

I do not own Genshin Impact or any of the pictures used.

Story also available om Wattpad: Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝐋𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞

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It had been three days since the funeral...

You sat on a couch, draped in a silky nightgown, your gaze wandering around your bedroom.

You couldn't help but wonder why, all of a sudden, maids and servants were bustling about your room and home, while Fatui Guards patrolled your residence.

You had always lived alone, cherishing the quiet and stillness of your home atop a hill in Snezhnaya. The solitude was your sanctuary, a place where you could exist without intrusion.

So... what had changed? You had never requested such an absurd arrangement.

And then your eyes fell on the huge pile of expensive-looking gifts stacked neatly on your coffee table.

'Why in Teyvat would someone send you so many gifts?!' you thought, annoyance bubbling up inside you. Slowly, you felt your patience waning, your eye twitching in irritation.

"Lady Innamorati," a maid's voice called out, breaking your thoughts. You turned to see a row of maids lined up, each bowing respectfully as your gaze met theirs before they knelt. The one who spoke wore slightly different attire, suggesting she was the Head Maid.

"We were sent by Pantalone," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "We are here to assist you in any way and to guard you."

"Why were you all sent?" you asked, your quiet and cold tone sending shivers down their spines.

"A-as compensation, Lady Innamorati," the Head Maid stammered in fear. "Pantalone learned that the escorts ran away the moment they saw you. He sent these gifts, along with maids and guards, as a form of apology."

When you remained silent, the Head Maid quickly added, "If this is a problem, we can leave immediately!"

You sighed, exasperated by the unnecessary fuss. "...I don't care," you muttered, dismissing the situation with a wave of your hand.

The other maids exchanged nervous glances before one of them, hands trembling, stepped forward holding one of the many gifts. "L-Lady Innamorati, would you like to open a gift from Pantalone?" she asked hesitantly.

You noticed her hands shaking and asked, "Are you cold?" Your gaze moved from her face to the others, who seemed equally uneasy.

"N-no, Lady Innamorati!" she shook her head quickly.

You sighed, realizing their fear. "You don't need to be afraid of me," you said in a gentler tone. "I don't bite, nor do I kill innocent people out of nowhere, despite what the rumors say."

Her face flushed with embarrassment, and the Head Maid stepped forward. "I must apologize for our behavior—"

"There's no need for an apology," you interrupted softly.

The maids exchanged relieved smiles, and the maid handed you the gift.

The gift was elegantly wrapped in luxurious paper, adorned with intricate designs and topped with a satin ribbon. You pulled on the ribbon, and the wrapping fell away to reveal a dark wooden box. Its surface was smooth and polished to a high sheen. You ran your finger over it, appreciating its fine craftsmanship before opening it.

Inside, nestled in velvet lining, was an exquisitely crafted set of red lipstick and eyeliner. The lipstick was encased in a gold-plated tube with delicate engravings, and the eyeliner's sleek design spoke of its high value.

Your eyes widened as memories from your past came flooding back. These items looked remarkably similar to those you had once cherished.

A rare smile broke across your face, a smile so uncommon that it felt almost foreign. In that moment, you might have remembered what it felt like to smile genuinely.

"Please convey my kind regards to Pantalone. I like this gift very much," you said with a light and soft tone, so gentle that the tension in the room dissipated. The maids visibly relaxed, their expressions softening.

"Yes, I will immediately relay your regards," the Head Maid replied, bowing deeply before exiting your bedroom.

"The makeup will surely suit you well, my Lady!" one maid said with an excited voice, her smile radiant.

"Then how about pairing it with these?" another maid suggested, presenting an incredibly high-quality box. Inside, nestled in plush velvet, lay an exquisite set of earrings and a necklace crafted from diamonds and crystals. The craftsmanship was impeccable, each gem catching the light and sparkling brilliantly.

"Another gift from Pantalone?" you asked, your eyes fixated on the pair of dazzling accessories.

"Yes!" the maid replied eagerly. "He wanted to ensure your happiness."

You examined the jewelry, appreciating the intricate design and the flawless cut of each gem. It was clear that no expense had been spared. The diamonds and crystals were of the highest quality, their brilliance unmatched. The necklace was elegant and refined, the earrings delicate yet striking.

"Such beautiful pieces," you murmured, tracing a finger over the diamonds. "Pantalone has truly outdone himself."

The maids exchanged pleased glances, their faces lighting up with pride at your approval. They had never seen you so engaged, and their excitement was palpable.

"Shall we assist you in trying them on, my Lady?" the Maid offered, her voice filled with anticipation.

You nodded, allowing them to help you with the delicate jewelry. As they fastened the necklace around your neck and secured the earrings, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The makeup and jewelry complemented each other perfectly, enhancing your natural beauty in a way that made you look even more ethereal.

"Thank you," you said softly, a rare smile gracing your lips once more. The maids beamed, their efforts rewarded by your approval.

As you sat back down, you couldn't help but feel a slight warmth in your heart. Despite the loneliness and the icy reputation you carried, there was a small comfort in knowing that someone, even someone as calculating as Pantalone, cared enough to send such thoughtful gifts.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and a Fatui Skirmisher barged in, holding an important-looking letter aloft. "Lady Innamorati...." He trailed off, his gaze fixated on your silky nightgown, which clung elegantly to your beautiful form.

"Hey! Don't look!" one maid shouted. "How dare you!" another maid scolded, rushing to shield you from his prying eyes. The skirmisher's face flushed bright red, and he quickly bowed.

"I apologize for barging in, my Lady! But an urgent letter from Her Royal Highness, the Tsaritsa, has arrived for you," he stammered, holding out the letter. One of the maids swiftly snatched it from his hand and ushered the skirmisher out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

She handed you the letter with a bow, and you took it, breaking the wax seal to reveal its contents. As you read, your eyes scanned over the elegant script:

'Dear Innamorati,

I deeply regret the incident involving Childe. Please accept my sincerest apologies on his behalf.

Your presence is required in Liyue. Your mission is to capture Osial, dead or alive, and deliver him to Dottore for experimentation. This task is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option.

Remember, Innamorati, the fate of our plans rests upon your shoulders.

Her Royal Highness, Tsaritsa'

Your smile faded as you read the letter. "Liyue... The Land of Contracts," you murmured, the name conjuring up a flood of fragmented memories.

Your expression grew distant. Liyue was a place you had avoided for a long time, a place associated with pain and loss.

The memories were always hazy, shrouded in the fog of time, yet the underlying emotions were unmistakable. Something terrible had happened there, something you had been trying to forget.

The maids noticed your change in demeanor, their faces filled with concern. "My Lady, is everything alright?" the maid asked softly.

You took a deep breath, regaining your composure. "I will prepare for the journey to Liyue. Please ensure everything is in order."

The maids nodded, already moving to assist you in changing into more appropriate attire for travel. They brought forth a luxurious yet practical ensemble, suitable for the journey ahead and the potential battles to come.

Once ready, you stood before the mirror, your appearance now befitting the formidable 0th Harbinger. The makeup and jewelry from Pantalone added an air of grace and power, while your new attire showcased your readiness for the mission.

With a final glance around your room, you felt a mix of determination and resignation. The journey ahead would be perilous, but failure was not an option.

As you stepped out into the cold, snowy landscape, your mind focused on the task at hand. The fate of the Fatui's plans and the will of the Tsaritsa rested upon your success.

"Osial," you whispered to yourself, the name echoing in the frigid air.

"I will not fail."

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You stopped at the edge of the hill, gazing down at the city below, bathed in a sea of lights and floating paper lanterns.

The Lantern Festival was in full swing, painting the night with a warm, ethereal glow. Each lantern, carefully crafted and illuminated from within, drifted upwards like a myriad of tiny stars, carrying the hopes and wishes of the people of Liyue Harbor.

The city was alive with a joyful buzz, music and laughter echoing through the streets, creating a stark contrast to the cold stillness of your perch.

You didn't want to go. You knew that within the vibrant heart of this city lay the seeds of your deepest anguish.

A past marked by betrayal and suffering that made you question the worth of gods and mortals alike. Stepping into the city would mean unraveling the painful memories piece by piece, a torment you weren't sure you were ready to face.

Your right hand rested on the hilt of your sword, the cold metal a comforting reminder of your power. You could erase this land from existence with a single strike, rendering its pain and betrayal into nothingness.

"The land of betrayal and pain..." you whispered to the breeze, your voice cold and detached. Your gaze, icy and unwavering, locked onto the heart of the festival below.

The lanterns, symbols of hope and renewal, floated gently upwards, oblivious to the dark thoughts they illuminated. The streets of Liyue Harbor were a tapestry of vibrant colors, filled with stalls selling traditional foods, children chasing each other with sparklers, and performers enchanting the crowds with their skills. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the sound of festive music, creating a sensory symphony that seemed almost otherworldly.

But to you, it was all a cruel mockery.

This land, with its beauty and its light, held the shadows of your past. Each step you took towards it felt like a step into the abyss, where every smile and every laugh could trigger the painful memories you had buried deep within.

With one last look at the glowing city and the floating lanterns, you began your descent toward Liyue Harbor, your heart a battleground of emotions. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with memories and challenges, but you knew you could not turn back. The echoes of your past would follow you, but so would the faint hope of redemption.

Your right hand tightened around the hilt of your scabbard, and you moved forward, ready to face whatever awaited you in the land of Contracts.

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[randomhealer]

your serious and needy husbando

warnings: gn reader, not reviewed , testing the waters on tumblr lol

just thinking about your husband who is completely in need of you 24 hours a day. as if he kept his cold face impassive all day, even with his soft gaze he still has a serious and professional posture.

although his mind always ends up traveling to you, wishing he could be with you at those times, craving your affection and lips like a hungry man.

Then the restlessness and anxiety starts, his palm starts sweating, he unconsciously starts counting all the annoying 'tic tacs' of the clock like an anxious puppy. although he doesn't mind being compared to a dog when it comes to you (i mean he is simp)

so as soon as his shift is over, he eagerly packs up his things and says goodbye to his co-workers, eagerly rushing to the door.

He stops on the way a few times to buy you some sweets or dessert, smiling alone at the thought of you being happy every time he brings you something.

Finally on the way home he starts to get excited thinking that you were there waiting for him, he wonders what clothes you are wearing? What will be your perfume today? He doesn't care much, all he wants is to cuddle up in your arms and put his face in your neck and be a happy man.

He always asks about your day, paying attention to every detail you say, smiling and humming as you tell him, what about his day? well he would always say it was monotonous and normal. He doesn't have much to say when you're the best part of his day.

he hopes to have a day off to spend a homemade day with you... he really wants to bake bread with you-

Zayne, Nanami Kento, Gepard Landau, Capitano, Gallagher, u fav+

[satori-runa]

— Apricity ⊹₊⟡⋆

Summary: You tried stealing from the fatui, and the captain caught you in the act, offering a particular deal to benefit from your situation.

Tags: Capitano x female! reader | slow burn

Words: 2,3k

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A snow that was almost as fine as fog fell down on the earth, but basically no one could tell if it was delicate snowflakes that descended down the sky or if it was indeed mesmerizing fog that enveloped the world in its own charm. However, you were sure of one single thing, the snow couldn't be falling any more beautifully than it was now.

Various people were out on the frozen streets, ready to go home for a cup of hot tea to warm up from the chill weather and grab a good book to read. Some took their time on the way, enjoying the refreshing feeling when the glistening snow touches the warm skin on their faces. Other people, however, disappeared just as quickly as they had originally come.

You were also one of them, running exhausted through the snow with your tired legs. In one hand was a heavy bag of mora, clinging with every step you took, while you used your other hand to keep the snow away from your face. Or at least that was your idea, because the snowflakes fell down onto your form anyway, leaving you in a freezing state.

However, it wasn't important to you, it didn't even occur to you to worry about it. If you really had to list all your problems in this particular moment, then this would be the most insignificant of them all. You didn't have the time to complain about the usual weather like that either. In fact, it wouldn't even change the weather to begin with. Snezhnaya was known for its eternal winter.

Truth to be told, you were unable to concentrate in this situation. All the thousands of thoughts you had at that single moment rendered meaningless by pure panic. It wasn't even your stamina that let you keep running at this point, but rather the sheer adrenaline that pumped through your blood at high-speed, caused by the nagging fear inside your head.

If it weren't for that, you would surely be collapsing on the slippery road, breathing heavily. Running was not your strong suit, and you cursed yourself slightly for it. Suddenly, another cold shiver went down your spine as you heard the footsteps and shouts of familiar people. The own sound of your heartbeat drowned it out so that it was barely audible, but the terror in your head made all your senses you owned go crazy. In fact, if it weren't for running for your short life, the sound of shouts would paralyze your body with shock and classic anxiety.

It was clear that the people that were hunting you are fellow members of the Fatui who had recently settled down in the main city after returning from another mysterious mission, shouting and laughing about their adventures And a stupid idea out of simple desperation had blinded your judgment as you had actually risked stealing from the masked men. A sack of mora more or less would do no harm to the Fatui soldiers, and you needed the money in your rather poor situation more than these people.

But all you could do at that moment was to run. You didn’t even have a clear path you were going, you just ran aimlessly through the city, on the run from the men that chased after you like a pack of hungry lions. You ran through all the dark alleys you would otherwise have avoided. Not only that, but you even ran down all those stone stairs that were scattered throughout the city. In the middle of the chase, you occasionally jumped some of them down or skipped at least a few steps while running. At other moments you slipped or stumbled on occasion, but before you could truly fall properly, luck was on your side as you were able to regain your balance every time.

The shouts and screams did not stop and continued to chase after you, but your mind didn't even think to stop for a short moment.

Meanwhile, not far away at the same time stood an elegantly dressed man, which face was covered by a mask. His hidden eyes looked up to the endless grey sky that brought the gentle snow. He held out a gloved hand as if he had to make sure that it was actually snow falling from above. When this fact was confirmed for him, he, too, decided to go home slowly and pass the time by working on the endless stacks of papers on his desk. The short heels of his shoes made muffled noises at every step, and you might think he enjoyed the tranquillity of the surroundings on his way.

Only a moment before, he had been busy examining the gems of a random street shop. Especially the perfectly mined Night Jade appealed to him. The dark colors and fine cut caught his eye, and indeed he had spent several minutes looking at a stone that to other people could not be more similar than another simple rock. But a man like that, who traveled all across the globe, knew a rarity from another nation when he saw one. The shop owner behind the counter shivered, glancing at the tall masked man in a particular kind of fear, not daring to ask if he wants to buy that piece of night jade. Yet, Capitano wasn't interested in owning such a thing. Materialism was hardly his forte.

And so he went his own path, which he had already walked countless times before. And every single time he looked around, as if the landscape could suddenly disappear. You could think Capitano memorized the whole city by just taking strolls after returning from a mission. The man had probably already passed every tree and every stone and had imprinted the picture in his mind. These things should also be enjoyed while they are still there. He had learned from the past, enjoy things while they last, because someday they might disappear.

Just as he was about to go downtown, he crossed paths with a stranger. His mind was elsewhere, so he didn't get the chance to avoid the quick person that ran straight into his chest. The impact caused him to stagger back a few steps despite his huge form, busy trying to find his balance and realize what had just run into him.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the snowy floor, the sack with Mora had fallen carelessly beside you and opened up from the fall. While the contents didn't fall out, people had a good view on the shiny money. Another wave of panic passed through your body and your terrified gaze, met the black void of his mask. The lack of a face was bone-chilling and unexpected, irritating you for a split second.

It was almost as if time stopped for a moment and put the world in slow motion. As if the snowflakes had stopped falling... if you hadn’t been so exhausted from running, you'd probably have lost control of your breath as the adrenaline wears off, and the anxiety sets in.

That dark mask had taken you really out of the concept, and you sat on the cold floor for a few more seconds that felt like some really long minutes. The strange man with the hidden face seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by screaming voices. “There she is. Grab her, we’ll teach this brat some manners.” A rough voice came closer at a rapid pace. Immediately, the world seemed to move again in real time. And the gentle snow continued to fall... Your frozen hands trembled, and yet they quickly grabbed the money bag and held it tightly, almost as if you might drop it a second time.

Immediately after that, you jump up again, look back at the Fatui who came closer with a quick step, and then at the strange man. You also wanted to say something, or rather make a brief apology, but not a single sound came over your lips to leave your mouth. Your lips just moved for a moment, and before the man could realize exactly what you wanted from him, you had run past him in a matter of seconds. By the archons, you swear you felt his mysterious gaze in your back as you stepped away from the stranger with every step.

"Hey, you there. Why didn't you hold her in place?" The Fatui stopped their little chase when their paths crossed with Capitano, standing with their face to his back. It seemed as if they didn't know who was standing in front of them, and they certainly didn't care at that moment. For now they dedicated that he's just another random man on the street. The masked soldier in the dark clothes grabbed Capitano rudely by the back collar of his coat with the left hand. Funnily enough, the dark masked man was a bit taller than the respectless soldiers, which is why the soldier in charge felt it necessary to pull him down a bit with his firm grip.

"You must have heard us calling for the brat, why didn't you hold her in place? Are thieves welcome in this country? Shabby..." The Fatui soldier seemed to have no problem expressing his own opinion that nobody asked for. His raspy voice sounded not only slightly drunk but also full of disgust and hatred. Everyone could immediately tell that this soldier was mentally clouded and couldn't grasp the sheer mistake that he did.

Again, Capitano wanted to reciprocate and started to take a step away, pulling the masked soldier a step to the front and bringing him to slip slightly on the frozen ground. Then the harbinger turned around, facing the soldier with an unspoken calmness. “If I may ask…"His deep voice seemed to surprise the previously self-confident soldiers a little, especially after they started to pick up who stood in front of them.

No alcohol could cover the fact that they disrespected the first of the fatui harbingers with their unprofessional and rude actions. They didn't expect Capitano to be back so soon from his mission, thinking they could slack off between a few bottles of fire water and high quality cigarettes and yet the captain caught them in the act, staring down on the soldiers with an calmness that got wielded as an weapon.

„What are you doing here?“ And there it was, the question that was like a death sentence, hovering above their heads. „W-Well, we were...on duty!“ One of them said, the taller one. He seemed less drunk and more reasonable than his shorter co-worker that was highly affected by the drinks he had before. „Y-Yes on d-duty!“ Yet Capitano could read them like an open book, there was no need to pressure further into such an matter, when it was clear that in front of him were two imbecile people. „I demand a report by tonight then.“ This was the final word, there was no time to waste, when there was actually another matter that the Captain wanted to check on.

The two soldiers saluted out of respect, rambling a quick half-hearted apology and walking off with big steps to create as much distance as possible in a short time, just in case Capitano would call them back. But the large masked man readjusted his coat, pulled it into place, and walked down the street with gentle steps as if he was trying not to scare the nature around him.

But in fact, it was you, who he tried not to scare.

You sat behind a wall in the middle of the snow while holding the bag of mora close to your chest. He inspected your form while you were looking down. You knew that he was here and at the same time there was no resistance because you knew who he was and what status he owned. This was much worse than those two masked soldiers from before, this is the final encounter before you might taint the white streets with your blood for such a simple foolish act. „Why?“ Was the only thing he asked, his tall form hovering above her with no malice but genuine curiosity. It was laced with care, interest and a spark of something unfamiliar, yet welcome. „They took it.“ You muttered under your breath, pulling your legs closer to your chest to build a sense of comfort. „They took it from some people that needed it.“

Capitano knew that this could be a lie, but why risk your own life for a bag of money if it's not for a good reason? No one who isn't suicidal would play that game with such a risk. So he was intrigued. „If so, then why didn't you report it?“ His voice kept going. It was deep enough to scratch your brain in the right places, but the fact that it belonged to someone like him really placed you on the edge. You already imagined the worst and gave up. Why would you lie? But more importantly, why would he trust you?

The man saw through you. His experience in life surpassed yours and most of the others. He had met countless people and killed a huge number of them as well. You couldn't deceive him, even if you wanted to. And he knew you didn't. He also figured that you are injured, cowering on the ground like a kicked puppy and just waiting for the final blow. But no, he wasn't here to end you. Not when you caught his interest.

„I propose a deal.“ He spoke up again, stepping out of his usual boundaries as he placed his personal interest over his duties. This was a small matter, so there would hardly be any consequences. „I can't trust you, but you seem to need the money.“ You lifted your gaze from the floor, looking at the black void of the mask again. You could feel his eyes as he spoke. „Work for me as my maid. Pay off the money you stole, and I let you keep it. Else, you face the consequences of your own action.“

[euhla]

EVEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME—it’s still you 𝜗𝜚. CAPITANO

pairs. capitano x fem!reader

tags established relationship, fluff, soft!capitano only js for u :3, comfort, possessiveness, mentions of violence n dead body, ooc, downbad capitano

a/n yeah, as always.. english is not my first language. there will be a looottt of mistakes IM SORRYYYY T__T anw songs that i listen to while writing this. : swimming i was all over her whole wide world dark paradise

‘You— who choose to battle, to earn a glorious name. Embarking on a pilgrimage, for the wishes of the people. Thus, you rekindle in ashes because of a dream.’

What once Capitano enshrined was no longer sacred. He no longer remembers his dream; something that he always protected, something that was a reason for him to move forward, something that was his reason to live.

Perhaps, it’s something childish? Maybe it’s to persevere the dignity of a blade, maybe it’s to foresee a great sword-wielder that’s a match, or even stronger than him, and maybe, maybe, maybe..

With a sigh, Capitano stand. Glancing at his enemy’s body once before leaving it to nature to take care of it. Maybe in a few days, that body will become one with mother nature. Maybe.

That body weighs heavy sin, at least that’s what Capitano’s judgement said. The poor miserable little guy only bad-mouthed you once, saying that only your bewitching look that saved you from your reputation as a low commoner despite being Il Capitano’s wife. And Capitano happens to know it from his subordinates’ reports.

Capitano cannot hold the vexation himself that his sword alone was the only one solution to this problem.

Just the thought of seeing that man’s proud face after saying that makes Capitano’s rage burn again.

Archons, Capitano thought to himself, secretly cursing those who dare to bad-mouthed you. Woe to them! And may the celestial’s curse trail follows them and their next generation.

And Capitano’s cogitation was disturbed by his subordinates’ sudden appearance. He looks at them over his shoulder. “Sir, as your command, we want to remind you that it is time to return.”

Capitano turned around. The sword he held vanished in the air along with the shadow. “Well done,” he said. And he couldn't hide his excitement when the thought about what would greet him when he returned; you, your big warm smile, and your addictive sweltering hugs welcoming him.

Luckily for him, his expressions are hidden beneath the mask. So he didn't have to struggle to hold back his smile.

“Make haste. We shan’t make someone wait any longer.”

“Yes, sir.”

The cold breeze that lingers before was easily replaced by a warm atmosphere as soon as Capitano set foot back into his residence. He waits, and count.

One..

Only silence.

Two..

He could slightly hear a hurried footsteps.

Three..

Someone’s coming.

Capitano turned around. Quickly, he opened his arms wide as you immediately jumped towards him as if he was used to it (yes he is). And it quickly turned into a hug. You nuzzled into his neck, smelling his scent.

“Welcome home.”

“My love, it’s only been a day.”

“Yeah, but still..” you pout.

You looked up to see him. His hand moved to hold yours, and played with each of your fingers like a toy. “Where have you been?”

“.. mere an exasperating matters. Now, shall we spend our time together?”

But now, it seems like Capitano remember all of his reasons— you. Because of you, and after all this time, his dream remains the same; to protect your smile and keep you safe.

end note : i messed up at the ending, but who cares anyway? :D

[affableramen]

what they sound like when they finish first time, early + established relationship headcanons mature content, 18+ only

Wriothesley

First time with him: he’s quite nervous but on top of it he’s also very excited. as your tightness gave him overstimulation, he comes with a partially suppressed groan while holding onto your waist tightly.

Early relationship: because of he’s leading the way and focusing on pleasuring you first and utmost, it’s difficult for him to think of his own pleasure, so he doesn’t moan on the early times with you, and when you come he enjoys your voice, not mixing it with his.

Established relationship/marriage: it’s the time when he indulges his needs to, so he no longer has to suppress his voice. he loves a good domestic sex with you and when he finishes, he might as well let out some steamy groans as evidence of his not only physical but emotional orgasm.

Tartaglia

First time with him: as he’s inexperienced, he gives in to the feelings of passion and groans his lungs out.

Early relationship: there’s lots of pleasing you and only you, and tartaglia doesn’t even need to be inside you to blow his release in his pants as he eats you out, his head between your thighs making shivers run down your spine. and just to make sure, he’s not exactly trying to muffle his sounds of bliss.

Established relationship/marriage: loud. just know it, the both of you are quite loud and no longer shy with one another as you share domestic relationship with intimacy included.

Neuvillette 

First time with him: it was very difficult for him to stay quiet, starting from your tightness and ending with your sweet screams as you reach an orgasm brought to you by the hydro sovereign dragon. 

Early relationship: he only lets out soft moans precisely when he cums, and he especially lets those escape his lips when you’re giving him an oral pleasure (let’s mention that Neuvillette is generally shocked that you’d agree to give him oral in the first place).

Established relationship/marriage: you need to tell him that you love his voice, because Neuvillette can do it differently. one day he allows you to be the only one groaning with passion, and the other day he gives in losing his head so much that he ends up screaming with you.

Pantalone

First time with him: hisses under his breath because of how much release you pulled out from him. he did not expect anything so pleasant, besides it has been a long time since he felt aroused by someone. 

Early relationship: doesn't make sound at all when cumming. he’s focused on bringing pleasure to you (and listening to your orgasm) so he finds his own vocalisation tacky and improper.

Established relationship/marriage: can barely keep his mouth shut; the desire to moan for you is immense while he’s balls deep inside your gummy heat, ready to squirt his release anytime soon. 

Ayato

First time with him: listen, but Ayato here is the only man who prefers being completely silent during bed activities and reacting to the bodily sensations with his body. he simply doesn’t moan and he may seem cold in sex activities, but the movements of his body tell a different story.

Early relationship: Ayato is quite adamant to your requests of him being louder in bed. he keeps sticking to the tradition of him being the quiet one.

Established relationship/marriage: might finally allow you to see his vulnerable side, but only in established relationship. as he comes, he is more of a moaner than a groaner.

Capitano

First time with him: he did not expect you to be so good for him and he enjoys the first time immensely, groaning in the end of passion when your hands are intertwined tightly.

Early relationship: he usually groans only when cumming and the whole process he is silent as a fish. that’s how good his self control is.

Established relationship/marriage: he makes a different various set of noises during his release together with you, usually shifting from rough grunting to gentle moaning in the end once he emptied his balls for his darling wife.

Dottore

First time with him: Dottore is really shy at the first time with you so he cages his feelings, even though it is ridiculously hard for him to suppress the moans as he cums with you. he breaks into a million pieces after having cherished you on the first time together in bed.

Early relationship: it’s difficult for Dottore to express his emotions and he is not great at interpreting what he feels in general, but he is good at picking up your mood, so he observes you a good amount of time. when the two of you get the desired release, Dottore doesn’t back off and vocalises his orgasm to you.

Established relationship/marriage: he is loud, expressive and nasty, this is it.

Alhaitham

First time with him: everything about you is too much for him, and when your pussy squeezes him tight, your body attempting to milk him dry, Alhaitham loses it with a raspy delicious groan.

Early relationship: lots of gasps, moans, he almost begs you to come together and as the two of you do, Alhaitham is sure to display his emotions to you. not all at once though, but as his eyebrows furrow together and he splatters his seed, he’ll most likely end up panting into the shell of your ear.

Established relationship/marriage: this is the time when he becomes completely shameless in your bed activities and he gives in to pleasure completely, showing you lots of satisfaction while whimpering and gasping out loud as his lips quiver with your name.

Dainsleif

First time with him: he is shocked with your willingness to accept him and when he finishes, he does so with a loud, raspy moan, embarrassed, though, he buries his face into your neck to muffle it.

Early relationship: he lets you tease him more and more but ends up letting out noise much more than he’d like to. the pleasure of having you in his arms so intimately and closely drives him nuts and he comes with a moan much more exposed than the previous time.

Established relationship/marriage: not afraid to be shameless anymore, Dainsleif not only releases his pent up load for you, but his pretty moans as well. oh, he is not going to be quiet, not with you.

Baizhu

First time with him: it was insanely difficult for dr. Snek to keep his composure while ruining you with his gracious body. the sounds of your pleasure seemed to have awoken something deep within him and the calm facade of the pharmacist broke at once. what I mean to say is that yes, he moaned during your first time.

Early relationship: he sincerely tries to keep quiet and fails, however. you just feel too good, pulling him closer and taunting him to be rougher, less courteous with you.

Established relationship/marriage: oh, how he loves to devour you whole, and how deep that groan is, coming from his lips as he enjoys you spread out on his working desk.

[kaiser-author-san-iii]

Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem)Creator!Reader

A/N: holy Tsarista, I did not think that it would be this popular. Thank you so much!! It's been a couple months since I got into Genshin, but I'm glad that the Harbinger trailer dropped cause otherwise, this probably wouldn't have existed lol. I apologize for the late update. I have been quite stumped in the plot and just taking a moment to come up with one. If I didn't tag everyone, I'm sorry! DM or reply to be added to the taglist! :3

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially hard when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only a Fatui Skirmisher but a Fatui Harbinger?

Tags/warnings: female reader, God!reader, Cult AU,

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora.

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Chapter 2: The Creator's Welcome

Silence.

What could be said while the entire palace and the surrounding area waited with bated breath for their Grace to awaken?

They were fervent - they waited to leave and search for the "meaner" that has done harm to their Beloved but that would leave their Previous Grace with only the Heir for company and guard.

The Precious Heir - they have heard of them only from what was written centuries ago. He was beautiful - he was innocent and was crying for their Grace to wake up all while the Harbingers stood by with the Tsarista finally making her appearance, rushing towards the bed that their Grace rested in, bending the knee and holding their hand.

"Your Grace. Your Excellency. Oh, my Beloved Creator. What has that Meaner done to you?"

Nugget never left your side as he clutched onto your waist, but being careful with your arms as he was told by the blue-haired man with the mask. He was a doctor and clearly knew what he was talking about so the little one made sure to listen well. The Doctor man and the others gave them a room which is what his Auntie expected and though he was focused more on taking care of you, it was nice to wander around the room all while the Harbin Gingers (It was some word that he had trouble saying) always came to check on him and his auntie and even gave him coloring books and sweets and fruits. It was all so good and he made sure to save you some whenever you were going to wake up.

But he especially loved the Tsarista and Columbia (Colombina)

They were very nice. They held him when you were still asleep and he couldn't be there for the operation.

For what seemed like forever, when it was only a matter of four days, the bed shifted as Nugget was reading the latest book that the guy with the funny hat gave him. He wanted to read it to you when you woke up and his wish was soon coming true as he felt movement and looked over to see your [E/c] eyes. He gasped and immediately snuggled into the sheets and wrapped his small arms around your waist.

"Auntie! You're awake! You're awake!"

Soft wet globs of tears started to stain your shirt as you looked down at the child who held you tightly and didn't want to let go. It would have been endearing if it wasn't for the fact that you had almost died from possible blood poisoning from ignoring your wounds. Your Nephew remembered seeing a lot of gold and despite still learning, he knew for a fact blood was red.

Carefully holding him up and ruffling his hair, you kissed his forehead and wiped his tears away.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Nugget. I promise, I'll be sure to look after myself but my main concern was you."

That response earned a pout but your nephew thought it was good enough for now. If you weren't healthy and in one piece, how are you supposed to find a husband or a wife?!

"Just don't go to sleep anymore or at least for a long time. You made everyone worry!"

"Everyone?"

At the mention, your Nephew saw the clear confusion on your face and smiled brightly, but with a glint of mischievousness as he swiftly, with his small feet could go, hopped out of bed but careful to stay clear from your arms, rushed to the door and yelled out.

"Auntie [Y/n] is awake!" he said with a bright smile that was quite contagious, but it was last minute that you saw a figure by the door, or make it two figures. They had hoods over their head but it was the masks that covered their identities - the sheer happiness was clear from their body movements and one of them rushed out to who knows where while your nephew ran back to your side and started to share all the books he's read while you were recovering.

He's always had trouble reading so it was a feat itself to see him now reading at his supposed grade level. He still had trouble with certain words but nothing to worry about.

While trying to process all that was happening around you, you heard multiple footsteps before the door flew open, and in walked in about a dozen people.

Your face heated up at seeing all the gorgeous faces quickly surround you, pulling your nephew close to your side, weary of what else could happen. But you could have sworn that there was a hint of sadness in their eyes from your pull away from them.

"Don't be scared. They helped us! They helped you! Especially the Doctor man." Your nephew grinned as he held your hand and decided to make you sit up and face the group properly and pointed at the Doctor. The Doctor that he mentioned was practically preening from the praise like a peacock showing off its feathers.

The grip on his hand lessened as you looked at all twelve people one by one. It didn't take a rocket scientist to distinguish the power that they all radiated. Though at the time, you didn't know of the power you held yourself.

The elegant lady with long white hair, icy blue eyes, and who seemed to scream 'Ice Queen', slowly walked up to your bedside with a gentle smile as her hand moved to slowly hold yours. Now, you wouldn't have minded if it was your nephew or family, but this was a stranger. A stranger with a very firm grip despite how delicate it was.

"Now. How shall we punish the meaner that's done this to you?"

Eh?

-x-

It was... a change to have people cater to your every whim despite half of them being just jokes like bringing you the finest gem. The honor of bestowing such a gem was by none other than the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone.

Your nephew was having a great time, especially when he got to get along with a majority of the Harbingers and the Fatui, who took the mission of entertaining Nugget very seriously.

Once your arms were good as new, you asked for the group of Fatui soldiers that you and your nephew first encountered. At first, they were adamant about having you and Nugget leave the palace but you needed to get back to your car and get the rest of your things.

But funnily enough, you don't remember a palace or an organization going by the Fatui in your life...

Not to mention, these people seemed to recognize you and your nephew despite you two not knowing any of them.

If you thought of it more, a headache occurred and the Tsarista was adamant in asking you to save your energy and that it didn't matter if you recognized them. That all that mattered was that you and the Heir were fine.

While bedridden, your Nephew had the privilege to waltz around like he owned the place and even got you some books to read in the meantime. You saw mentions of a Divine Creator, a God-like figure that was first in creating the world around you and beyond, the one that made the stars and skies. A Divine Creator from the Beyond gave life to a speck in the skies and named it Teyvat and thus, its first child was born.

During a certain period when the Creator was roaming freely, they announced that their sister was with child and so, the Creator named the unborn babe the Heir to Teyvat.

The book was quite the read and wanting to know more about why the people around you and Nugget called you the Divine Creator and the Heir, you took it around with you.

"Your Grace, you must bundle up. Snezhnayan winters are quite brutal. People freeze to death here, quite literally in fact." announced a Fatui sniper, the one that first saw you and Nugget as he came behind you and placed a coat, courtesy of Pantalone of course, on your shoulders and your nephew too.

Stepping out to the brutal snow, instead of the harsh snow that you were expecting, it was a light snowfall that shocked the group of Fatui that decided to travel with you.

[Nephew's Name] stepped out from behind you and cheered happily as he rushed out to the snow and started to play, making snowmen and snow angels with, of course, the Fatui looking out and being won over by the child's heart-felt giggles.

They were all trying to make sense of why the snowfall was reduced to just light snow instead of the blizzards they're used to until they recalled that their Divine Grace and the Heir were right here with them. Teyvat was the Divine Creator's first child and as the loyal child it was, it could always sense where they were. Though Snezhnaya was the domain of the Tsarista, the Cryo Archon, the Divine Creator's word was Law.

Ehe.

Everything came to a slow stop as the world first heard the giggle from the Creator and with each step that you had taken, noticeable patches of green started to appear and grow more and more. The chilled winds of winter called down as the grey skies parted to make way for the rays of the sun.

The Tsarista felt the pause of winter, looking out that the frozen lands of her region have warmed up to what it had been long ago before her ascension.

Her Grace has given warmth back to the frozen tundras of Snezhnaya to the point that the flora and fauna basked in the sunlight. "Nugget. Be careful. The snow is melting."

And like that, the snow stopped melting just enough for your nephew to enjoy making snow angels.

'Welcome to Teyvat, Divine Creator!'

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[reshinless]

"huh? oh thank you baby but what's this for?" you tilted your head as your boyfriend handed you a yellow bouquet.

he wasn't the type to gift you randomly, especially with how responsible (or irresponsible) he is with his money—you were sort of at a loss for words.

"flower lady told me something." he hummed, as he sat down beside you, watching your fingers inspect every little petal of the yellow sunflowers, and flora alike in the bundle of love.

"mhm, and what would that be?" you inquire, admiring the big sunflower in the middle, a subconciously sweet little smile appeared on your face, cheek to cheek.

"yellow flowers are gifted to people you want to spend your life with." he awkwardly fiddles with the strings of his sweatshirt, he didn't think too much of it when buying it though. only thing he had in mind was how much you deserved it.

"aww!" you couldn't help but throw him into a hug. it didn't matter whether or not it costed a lot, the fact he thought of you while looking at pretty little flowers was enough to you.

tagged characters are who I imagine this with but I wrote this originally for sunday :)

[a-998h]

Fatui x fem!Creator ft.platonic Pulcinella

@tea333love:Hi, can you write an order? You can write about cult! Sagau fatui harbingers, who found out that creator performs in theater in Sneznaya (imagine that there is a theater in Sneznaya) and one day they decided to go to performance of creator and we're amazed by elegance of dance and can you write what happened then? (Fem! Reader and she is 18 years old). (Romantic fatui harbingers, plantonic Pulcinella).

(La Signora, Childe, Scaramouche, and Arlecchino are in this becuase I can, also spoilers for Scaramouche and La Signora lore)

You have been performing in theaters across Teyvat ever since Yun Jin saw your dancing. At first it was just Liyue, but soon word spread of your skills. At this point everyone knows that you're the Creator, and combined with your skills, it was only a matter of time before other theaters around Teyvat wanted you to perform on their stage.

When it reached the harbingers that you're performing in Snezhnaya, they just had to see you perform. So with the help of Panatlone's money, and their status as harbingers, they got premium seats.

The legends and art of Snehznaya painted you as a motherly, mature figure (a milf). Your titles in Snehznaya was королева сверх жизнь, Queen above life, or simply королева, queen.

Your appearance was discribed to them, but it never said how old you were. When the curtains lifted and you were in full view under the lights of theater, you were dressed in traditional Snehznayan ballet outfit with a white under bodice, purple outer bodice, dark blue skirt, silver accents, and red shoes. You were decorated with stage makeup and costume jewelery silver in color with fake moonstones and rubies. When the music started, so did your dancing.

From their seats, they could see how young you looked. Pulcinella seemed to have his focus torwn between you on stage and a few members of the audience. While most of the audience looked at you in awe and respect, a few held... less than respectful looks. Some members of the audience had the gall to look at you with a hint of lust.

The music started slow, you at first only moved you hands. You moved elegantly in tiem with the music. It was like you were in a trance, your yes were open but it looked like nothing was behnd them.

When the performance reached it's end, the theater filled with applause. The harbingers were in awe, they wanted to know you better. Each of them had their own goals in mind. They left theater, planning a time to meet you face to face.

The next morning you are escorted to the palace and to the meeting room of the harbingers.

After that night, your visit lasts a month, in that month a lot happens. Your time is split between all eleven harbingers, so let's get into that.

Pierro

He is a bit cold at first.

It's not because he doesn't like you, he loves you and but he is emotionally constipated

when is finally able to talk to you, he is watching his words as to not offend you

He is stiff, cold but very knowledgeable

He will take you to the palace library, after stealing you from another harbinger

In the library he sits on the couch closest to the fire, sits you in his lap, and then he starts reading to you or telling you stories from his younger years

He will give you his huge ass jacket, rejctibg the jacket is not an option

Il Capitano

He is the silent bodyguard to you, I will hear no arguments

He cares about you, but unlikey Pierro, who is emotionally constipated, Capitano just doesn't know how to properly show his love for you

If you show an interest in military history, or weapons, or anything like that he will teach you whatever it is you want to know

When the more... unsavory folks approach you he just stands silently behind you and stares

They leave, running as fast as they can

That night at the theater he was entranced by your skills

He would ask for you to dance, only for him

Dottore

He is curious about you

We've seen how he is not opposed to performing human experimentation so with you, a supposed god, he has many ideas

He wants to see how far you can go

But, he also wants to know why you "made" certain things

If you say you don't know or that you can't remember, he'll use that as grounds for making you drink "something to jog your memory"

He sees you as a wealth of knowledge that is all his

He does not care about you as a person

He is not allowed to be left alone with you

Colombina

She loves you

You're the picture of beauty in her eyes

Her and La Signora will team up to pamper you

Will sing you to sleep, you just have to ask

She fell in love when she saw your dancing that night, so like Capitano she will ask you to dance for her

I think she has a baking talent, I.. I don't know why she just seems like she knows how to bake

you will be her taste tester for her baking

She cuddles you to sleep, naps, or anytime she wants to

Arlecchino

I...I don't know where to start

She knows you're a god, but she sees you as weak due to your age

She keeps up her calm, sane persona around her

Another person who is not allowed to be alone with you, but she oftens sneaks you out with her

She loves you, like a person loves a favorite possession

She allows the children at the House of the Hearth to interact with you

She kind of feels something in her cold, dead heart whenever you interact with the children

She only allows people to look at you. No one can touch, speak, breath, or even be near you with her around

She teaches the children to snitch on you or distract you if you try to leave without her

Pulcinella

OH MY GOD!

The second he sees you, and sees how young you are

He is now your unofficial grandfather, he will hear no different

He sees it as a personal mission to protect you, even though you are a powerful god

He will try and teach you new things every day you spend with him

Will feed you a lot "becuase you are a growing girl".

Tries to keep all the young harbingers from dating you

While he can't stop Pierro and Capitano, because they're fossils, he will just make sarcastic remarks and glare at them if they get to close to you

He will teach you chess, and he will play with you

Scaramouche

Oh....Oh he is complecated

As we all know, he has a... complex relationship with gods

Let me rephrase that, he has problems with his archon mom

He is the biggest tsundere to ever tsundere

You couldn't waterboard the fact that he loves you out of him

Will give you things he "happened to find" that reminded him of you.

Will give you gifts but pertends that he didn't put any thought into it, but he did

A brat... that's all

If you offer him cuddles he will act like he doesn't want any

If you stop the cuddles, he will complain

He will demand your affection like a cat

Sandrone

She stares, a lot...

I believe she makes puppets and dolls in your image

She takes you to her workshop

Has you stand still so she can compare materials against you, to find the best one that look closest to your features

Will have nice clothes for you to try on

Will use you as a dress up doll

Puts makeup on you as well

Another that loves you as a possession

When will sit you on her lap at every possible time

La Signora

She is one of the few that loves you as a person

Due to her still greving Rostam she isn't very open with you, at first

When she does open up to you, she will almost suffocate you with love

If you aren't on Sandrone's lap, you're in hers

She will share the knowledge she got from her time in the akademiya

I think she remembers stuff from her life as a Mondstadter

She will sing songs, or parts of songs, she remembers

You are the only person she shows her scar to

She'll give head pats, nose kisses, and neck kisses

She will dance with you or watch will Colombina and Capitano

Tartaglia

This man... where do I even begin

He will try an fight you

It's a way for him to see your strength

When he isn't trying to fight you, he acts as a scary guard dog

Will spoil you

Takes you to meet his family

He is extremely possessive of you

Loves you as a person

Will beg you to show off your powers

He marvels at you powers

Brings you something from every nation he goes to

He makes you go along with the lie he tells Teucer

Pantalone

Is the only normal one

Between him and Sandrone, your closet is overflowing

He likes to take you to shopping

If you feel bad about asking for something due to price, he'll buy it anyway

Will buy you stuff for dancing and any other hobbies you have

Has mini fashion shows with you as the model, sometimes Sandrone is there too

Has you sit near him when he works

Will give cuddles, just ask

Likes to spoil you

Thinks you deserve the best because you're a god

[ever-4sunlight]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔- scaramouche, capitano, sandrone, signora and columbina

here's part 1- https:part 1

Pronouns: none

Warnings: none

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𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆

Scaramouche treats most people especially normal people with contempt what makes him a goddamn asshole because he thinks highly of him

Hes not a really loving person and would probably be some kind of abusive to keep you for him? Hes just not trusting you enough

He isn't sure about his own feelings... Is it really love or just his mind telling him to keep you away from him

He not really into hugging or kisses but i think words make his cold heart melt:) he just needs a few compliments and maybe... Just maybe he's gonna be more kind and open

Hes very possessive and will make sure that your by his side all the time! And if hes working somewhere you can't be he will male sure you keep yourself away from any other man

He totally not into kids he would hate to have screaming little bags of shit running around asking for attention and love

If you're sad he will maybe allow you to lean against him for comfort but its a one time chance! So take it!

His sexuallity is probably: i would actually say hes an aroace but its a relationship headcannon so i would say bi and asexual

His llove language is probably: acts of service

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒐

I wasn't able to find many things about him but the otehr harbingers talking about him

Hes obviously a very strong and fearless person as scaramouche said but is barely noticing the weak

To have him be in a relationship with you you should probably be strong enough to be noticed by him but still weak enough for him to protect you i dont think he wants someone who isn't able to protect themselves he needs someone who can protect themselve while hes gone

Im not sure but i think he can be actually very sweet maybe he lost someone by not keeping them safe and now he wants to make sure it doesn't happen again

Having kids is something he never really thought about (many probably know the theory of him being kaeyas dad) but with you? Sure why not just make sure they dont cry so loud he has to work

He llooks like someone cold but he just has be intimidating for others so they respect him

He will definitely compliment you sometimes when he walks past you he just cant help himself by the way you look so pretty

His sexuallity is probably: im not very sure have your own thoughts on that

His love language is probably: words of affirmation

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆

She looks sweet and kind but totally isn't shes unfriendly and annoyed of the presence of her fellow harbingers but not yours! Your her lover and she loves you but please understand that her researches are important too and will take most of her time

She hates having someone looking at you and will make sure the person regrets even going near you

(edit) she literally cut someones tongue out and delivered it in a letter:D so yeah shes insane

She's not really into giving you attention because she has research to do but maybe a little pat on the head will make you happy whenever your having your head on her lap when she's working

As already said shes very possessive and if you even dare to go to someone else she will be mad at you for a while and keeo herself in her room working on her research while mumbling about how you shouldn't dare to go somewhere else

Kids? Never! She has research to do and cant have crying kids to ruin everything!

Her sexuallity is probably: straight to bi

Her love language is probably: quality time

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂

She's a mysterious woman not much is known about her before the disaster but before she had you there was someone else...

She hates to be reminded of her old love because know she has you and tries to forget what happened

She thinks of her highly because of her rank as a fatui harbinger and loves to command you around do this and do that!

When you've done everything she wants she will allow you to lay against her so she can stroke your hair while talking about how a few of her fellow harbingers doesn't deserve there rank

Shes possessive! But only to make sure your 'safe' will lock you into your room whenever you threaten her with leaving

Kids? No! Shes thinks the same of kids like sandrone but maybe just maybe she will change her mind but one! One kid is enough!

Her sexuallity is probably: straight to bi

Her love language is probably: acts of service

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂

She doesn't really care whats going on around her she's carefree and will do what ever she wants

I would guess her to be a dreamy person but dont let the But don't let it fool you shes acting all sweet and innocent knowing exactly! How strong she is

She looks like a sweet innocent woman but shes no definitely not!

Whenever your sad she will be humming tunes for you so you relax

She's gonna sing you to sleep whenever you cant sleep sounds corny and it is but its sweet and lovely at the same time

I would say she's someone whos okay with the touch of her lover shes dreaming the whole day and probably wont even notice what your doing

Talking about kids she actually wouldn't mind to have mini version of you and her running and laughing she will be hapoy to teach them singing

Shes not really possessive bur wants you to stay safe and not get into any conflicts

Her sexuallity is probably: bi to lesbian

Her love language is probably: physical touch and words of affirmation (even though she wont hear you compliment her)

[nihilityuniverse]

𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.

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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨

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Eight members of the Harbingers had gathered in the palace-like church. Inside, the air was so frigid that the nation's flags began to freeze, crackling under the intense cold. No candles lit the space; only the ethereal glow of the polar lights streaming through the stained-glass windows provided illumination.

A petite woman with long hair, her eyes concealed behind a delicate white lace mask, hums a familiar lullaby from her deceased friend as she leans against a casket. Her voice echoes softly in the frozen stillness.

The eight other Harbingers watched her from a distance, each wearing a similar coat of identical design. By order of Her Royal Highness Tsaritsa, all Harbingers were required to attend the funeral, even the elusive 0th Harbinger.

The 0th Harbinger, code name: Innamorati — The Lovers;

A figure shrouded in mystery and danger, Innamorati remained an enigma even to her fellow Harbingers.

Known only by whispers and rumors, she was a being crafted by the Cryo Archon herself, a weapon designed to challenge the Celestial Gods. Hidden away for years, her existence was the subject of much speculation.

Some Harbingers were indifferent, focusing solely on the success of their plans, while others were intensely curious. Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, claimed to know nothing about her, adding to her mystique.

Rumors abounded: some said Innamorati would annihilate anyone who crossed her path; others believed she had perished decades ago, her legend merely a shadow from the past.

What they all knew for certain was that Innamorati had a notorious reputation for forgetting critical missions assigned by Tsaritsa herself. This unreliability made her both feared and ridiculed within their ranks.

"We are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade," an old dwarf with a long nose and mustache solemnly broke the deafening silence. "In honor of her sacrifice, all work shall halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing."

"Hehe, merely half a day...?" Pantalone laughed coldly, crossing his hands in front of his chest with a mocking smile. "People say the Northland Bank's true currencies are blood and tears... But mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable."

"Rosalyne died in a foreign land," Arlecchino stepped forward, her crimson red X-cross pupils glowing dangerously bright with annoyance. "But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always find a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland..." She frowned. "You couldn't hope to understand, so why don't you keep your mouth shut?! We don't want to make the children cry."

"Hey, c'mon now, even I don't think this is the right time or place for a fight," Childe chipped in, lazily sitting on one of the wooden benches.

"Utterly risible!" Sandrone mocked, and the machine behind her emitted an audible angry sound.

"Though her methods tarnished her honor, Lohefalter's sacrifice is a great pity. Her loss shall not hinder our progress," Capitano's deep voice resonated through the entire palace, catching everyone's attention.

He turned towards the Doctor, his face hidden behind a dark veil. "But Dottore... What of Scaramouche and the Gnosis from Inazuma?"

Dottore smiled, twirling a tube filled with blue liquid between his fingers. "Conventional wisdom holds that Divine Knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move."

The heavy, frozen church door creaked open, allowing the bitter winter air to sweep inside. Everyone turned their gaze towards it, even Columbina, who had paused her humming. 

A woman, clad in a coat of the same design as theirs, stepped into the church, holding a red paper umbrella. The door closed behind her with a resounding bang. The click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the hall, a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the room.

Her face remained obscured by shadows, yet every person in the room knew instinctively that she was not someone to be trifled with. 

The sense of her power and presence was palpable, a mutual understanding among them all. To cross her would be to invite disaster.

This was Innamorati, the 0th Harbinger, a figure shrouded in mystery and danger, whose very presence commanded respect and fear.

As she advanced, the air seemed to grow even colder, the weight of her presence adding to the already frigid atmosphere. Each step she took resonated with authority, and the silence in the room deepened, a silent acknowledgment of her status among them.

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Finally, you found your way to the place where the funeral was to be held. You hadn't thought you would make it in time, given the ferocity of the snowstorm that had nearly obscured your path and made the journey treacherous.

Your heels clicked sharply with each step as you approached the group of people gathered at the center, where the casket lay. You set your red paper umbrella on one of the wooden benches, the action deliberate and unhurried. 

As the shadow over your face disappeared, the polar light from the stained-glass windows illuminated your features.

With the shadow gone, the collective breath of the eight Harbingers halted involuntarily.

Your beauty was striking: peach-colored, plump lips; long, dark eyelashes framing eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of winter. Your skin was pale and flawless, with a cold radiance that mirrored the icy surroundings. Your presence was both ethereal and commanding, a juxtaposition of delicate grace and chilling power.

You stopped a few steps before the group of Harbingers—your comrades—and looked up at them. 

"0th Harbinger, Innamorati... That is what they call me. You may call me whatever you wish," you introduced yourself, your voice ethereal and soft, yet so cold and lifeless it sent shivers down their spines. "This must be the first time we meet."

"You are quite late, Lord Innamorati," Pulcinella, the old dwarf, addressed you with a mix of respect and caution.

After all, The top-ranked Harbingers, from rank 1 to No. 3, possess powers that can rival the gods. So what about No. 0? Could she surpass the powers of the gods? Or even be greater?

You let out an annoyed sigh. "All the snow-covered streets look the same, and the blizzard did not make navigating to this gathering any easier."

Pantalone chuckled, turning towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"If I had known, I would have taken you with me in my carriage, Lady Innamorati. Alas, I am left to wonder why there were no escorts ready for you. I thought I had ordered the highest-ranked Skirmishers for your protection." His voice was dangerously smooth, laden with speculation, hinting at the rumors of you annihilating anyone who crossed your path.

Before you could respond, Childe interjected from the side. "Huh? The oh-so-feared Innamorati getting lost in a mere snowstorm? This is truly a sight to behold." His tone dripped with mockery. 

"Were you also getting lost on the way to your missions?" His voice carried an angry undertone, bitterness seeping through his words. 

He had often been the one to hurriedly take on your missions at the last minute, running from one nation to another like a lackey. The mission to obtain the Geo Archon's Gnosis had been assigned to you, not him, nor the now-deceased Signora. In the end, he had faced severe repercussions after the Northland Bank had to pay heavy reparations.

If gazes could kill, Childe would have been long dead under Pantalone's icy stare. Though his slight smile remained, his eyes closed behind his glasses, he radiated a murderous aura. He longed to hear your voice again and to capture your attention. Such a rare opportunity shouldn't be wasted.

"Insolent child! How dare you—!" Sandrone hissed at Childe, her anger palpable. She, too, feared inciting your wrath. If Childe weren't a fellow Harbinger, Sandrone would have killed him long ago for destroying her ruin guard factory.

"It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics." 

A deep, husky voice resonated through the church, cutting through the cold silence like a blade.

The man stepped forward from the shadows, his right side concealed by a dark mask. It was Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, and his presence commanded instant respect.

His voice, cold and demanding, echoed with authority as he advanced towards the casket.

"Right now, you have no captive audience," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Harbingers and guests, silently commanding them to gather and pay heed.

You stood on the opposite side of Pierro, your own presence a stark contrast to his imposing figure.

"Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and let this nation endure for all time," Pierro intoned, his voice carrying the weight of solemn duty.

The assembly lowered their heads in reverence, eyes closing as he delivered the farewell speech. Your hand drifted absently towards your Divine Key, a subconscious gesture.

"In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa," Pierro continued, his voice imbued with a steely resolve, "we will seize authority from the gods."

After several minutes of mournful meditation, Pierro broke the silence and left the building, his movements purposeful and commanding.

The others followed in silent procession, a testament to their respect and shared grief. You took your red paper umbrella, closing your eyes briefly before stepping into the freezing, snow-covered landscape.

"Absolute peace."

As you all departed, the church behind you began to freeze over, layers of crystal ice encasing it under the unyielding winter sky, which shimmered with the ethereal glow of the aurora.

"Such is the gift from the Tsaritsa, such is Her Majesty's benevolence," Pierro declared, his voice carrying a chilling reverence as he halted and gazed up at the celestial lights.

"Now you rest in this coffin, encased in layer upon layer of ice. But, Rosalyne, I promise you..."

"Your final resting place will be the entirety of the Old World," Pierro's voice echoed through the night sky, his farewell imbued with a cold resolve that matched the frozen land around you.

As you watched the polar light dancing across the vast darkness of the sky, a thought surfaced in your mind. You had never known this person, but you had made a promise to someone...

You halted in your steps and glanced back at the frozen church.

Some tasks have to be done, even if they seem pointless.

Amidst the snow, you caught a glimpse of shadowy hands emerging from the icy landscape, reaching out towards the sky one by one, as if seeking transcendence. As you blinked, everything returned to normal.

"Another Memory..."

"Lady Innamorati, is something the matter?" Pierro's voice broke through your reverie as he noticed you staring back at the frozen church.

"...meaningless," you whispered to yourself, yet the faint wind carried your words to Pierro. 

"Pardon?" Pierro asked again, this time capturing the attention of some of the other Harbingers, especially Dottore. The Doctor, ever curious, considered whether you might make an intriguing subject for his experiments.

"It's nothing. Continue without me. I wish to be alone," you ordered, your voice light as silk yet cold as ice. Pierro nodded, casting one last glance at you before leaving. 

Dottore lingered a moment longer, watching you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. As he did, the falling snow seemed to halt and move backward, defying the natural order.

"Existence is fleeting as the dawn's dew," your voice echoed in a dimension separate from the real world, where time had ceased.

Dottore's breath caught as he watched you, disbelief etched across his features. His analytical mind struggled to comprehend the anomaly unfolding before him.

"Yet, I guide the wandering souls on the still waters of oblivion..."

The dimension around you cracked like glass, shattering as you began to walk towards the church.

"...and weep for the departed."

A powerful gust of wind struck Dottore, and in that moment, he perceived everything yet nothing. The world seemed meaningless and empty. He felt his body ascending, his soul slipping away...

"Don't look back..." Your ethereal voice called to him, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness.

He felt a pull from behind, "Move forward," you whispered. In the next instant, he stood where Pierro had asked if you were alright moments before.

Dottore's breath hitched, his cold heart pounding faster than ever. This was neither a dream nor an illusion. He knew this with certainty. What had just happened? The question echoed in his mind, a mystery as deep as the winter night itself.

One thing was certain: he had unmistakably felt the presence of the Almighty One—the Divine Creator.

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