#fatui headcannons

[una-lunar]

Fatui platonic HCs P.2

Part 1: here!

Sandrone

I don’t think she likes being outside. Probably has robots of herself to do stuff for her because she either just can’t be asked or has social anxiety

Which is how you met her. So you were kinda surprised when the real Sandrone refused to leave her room/workshop very often and barely spoke

Surprisingly easy to befriend, as long as you’re not a horrible person

She’d teach you how to build robots and even make some for you

Also very fashionable, and lets you borrow her clothes

Pantalone

Much like Dottore, he pretend to like you at first

It probably takes him the longest to warm up to you

But when he (eventually) does, it’s probably a good friend to have

He’d buy you expensive gifts, but only if he’s sure you’ll like it. He doesn’t wanna waste money.

Would let you sit with him while he works

Childe

Somehow probably the most normal person here

He’d probably treat you like a sibling because he’s just used to it

Would try to kidnap you take you with him when he’s going on a mission

It fails most of the time, but oh well.

Brings back gifts from where he goes if you don’t come with him

Capitano

Follows you around

He doesn’t mean to be creepy. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

Definitely won’t talk to you first. Probably still won’t talk to you even if you try to have a conversation.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you! He just isn’t the most talkative and doesn’t really know what to do.

Signora

Only liked you because she feels like you have lots of potential

But then she realized that she actually enjoyed you’re company

She really likes doing your makeup and dressing you up

Probably buys you really expensive skincare (that she helped design)

I wish she was still alive :(

[scaranation]

Hiii saw you had requests open and I wanted to offer some of my Scaramouche brain rot cuz man this guy makes me soft.

Scara being a touch-starved bean that when their s/o first held his face gently he legitimately just sobbed and couldn't stop himself from letting some tears out.

Scara then just not being able to function without their s/o giving him soft kisses on their forehead and being patient and loving towards him and looking like an angry wet cat whenever they are missing or off doing something where he can't follow like he'd like for too long.

Scara grumpily just kinda adopting a pillow of choice as their cuddle buddy for the time apart or if their s/o simply just doesn't live with him (yet). Maybe even stealing a sweatshirt to keep close or wear it if it fits. Just something to be comforted for the time being.

Just Scara getting pampered and loved and him just getting so overwhelmed with happy feels that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

(sorry for the long ask I just really like soft Scara he deserves to be cuddled :') do what you will with the brain rot I just wanted to share, love your work! Please don't overwork yourself! ^^)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE OMG I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING TO ADD ITS PERFECT 😭 how do u think like this touch-starved scara is the cutest thing im actually squealing rnnn (sorry for the v late response i got busy ahahah)

༊*·˚ 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄?

Pairing: Scaramouche x GN!reader

Content: fluff, head cannons, slightly ooc but it’s clingy scara 🥺

The first time you held Scaramouche's face, you thought he hated it. His face contorted beneath your touch, and you retracted your hands - but his face followed them, his cheeks firmly pressing back into your palms.

You'd stare at him curiously as his eyes crinkled shut, mouth falling agape when tears began to slide down his cheeks. Cautiously, you’d thumb them away, feeling the smooth planes of his face crinkle as he squinted at you through his blurred vision. He was definitely embarrassed, but he couldn’t refuse your touch - it was a form of affection he’d never gotten to experience, and his sobs were almost ones of relief at finally finding someone who’d give him the love he craved.

Once he discovered the idea of physical affection, he couldn’t go without it. He liked to be touching you at all times, and would not-so-subtly sulk whenever you were too busy to give him those fluttering pecks on his face. Scaramouche would shyly put up a display of nonchalance as he pretended not to care, only finding himself somehow in your lap again. It was endearing, how touch starved he was - always craving your attention.

If you dared to go somewhere without him, he’d practically be pacing around during your absence, worrying and fuming at you for leaving him behind. Once you got back, you could’ve sworn he had his tail between his legs, invisible ears drooping as he reluctantly eased back into your embrace. Don’t get him wrong - he’s still mad, but he’s willing to forgive you for a kiss. He wouldn’t let you go for the next day at least, so don’t think about leaving him alone like that anytime soon!

When you were - much to Scaramouche’s ire - busy, he sought comfort through ways that didn’t involve clinging to you and hence risking you avoiding him for the rest of the day out of irritation. You were so tender and patient towards him, but all people had a limit. Scaramouche would sulk as he wallowed in self pity, holding himself close to one of your pillows. Sometimes, he’d take a nap on it, imagining that you were dreaming together - something about him resting his head where you’d rested yours was inherently comforting to him. If you caught him during those naps, he’d angrily leap up in embarrassment and scurry away. His heart would stutter as he fumbled on the spot when you went to search for him, holding him close again as you whispered reassurances into his ear.

“Don’t worry about it, Scara.”

“You’re laughing at me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are!”

That was your cue to peck his lips as he froze up, overwhelmed. The poor thing’s barely come to terms with you being his, and reciprocation of that touch he needed made his whole brain judder to a stop. He was so adorable like this, utterly at a loss for what to do. Slowly, he’d kiss you back, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

Scaramouche would steal any sweaters you made the mistake of leaving unattended - that woolly jumper you left on the couch? It’s gone the next day, added to your lover’s private collection. He’d return them after a while if your scent had faded, acting as though he wasn’t the culprit behind all your missing items of clothing.

At night, Scaramouche wouldn’t be able to sleep without you at his side. Even in the almost unbearable heat of summer, he’d have you entangled in his arms in an unrelenting grip. If you tried to wriggle away, he’d only whine in annoyance and clutch you closer, wriggling to position his face in your neck. Getting up to fetch a glass of water wasn’t an option, either - the vice grip he had on your wrist was enough of a warning. Even if you managed to escape that, you’d find him beside you at the kitchen in an instant. He’d groggily tug at your wrist to lead you back to bed, irritated at the interruption. Why did you need anything else, when you had him? He’d let out a sleepy huff, settling back down on the mattress with you (rightfully) returned to where you should be - next to him.

Although he might act shrewd, Scaramouche loses all rationality when it comes to you. If you’re not in his arms, you’re on his mind, and he wasn’t intending to let you go. Despite this, he’s still so easily flustered - although thankfully, he no longer defaults to crying whenever he’s overwhelmed with happiness. He’d be willing to begrudgingly share all his vulnerabilities with you, slowly opening up. Don’t tease him about it, though - he’s still prone to hissing at you, but he can’t really get mad at you.

After all, you’re the only one who can make him feel this loved.

[ever-4sunlight]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

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

Includes: dottore, pantalone, childe, arlecchino

warnings: Sexuallity headcannons (my own opinion) and very bad English, mention of yandere actions in arlecchinos part

pronouns: none

1/2

𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

He is... Lets just say a little weird but talks much he will tell you about who he experimented on all night long you wont be able to sleep

If he is tired he gets annoyed easily so dont talk much when hes not in the mood

hes a smart person why should he do what you say? He will command you around

He will 'accidentally' test some of his syringes on you when your sleeping

He wont have much time to spend with you he has to work on his experiments! Nothing is more important then his job

If your to lonely he will send on of his clones to cuddle with you while he can work without feeling bad for not spending time with you

He is totally against kids why should he raise some idiots that will be disrespectful when they grow up?

Im pretty sure that when he ever has free time he wont tell you how much he loves you but will show you how much he loves you

If he hugs you his hands will be placed on your waist if he has time to touch you he will touch you

He will give you everything you want (no child) not personally of course he has to work so a clone will do that for him

possible Sexuallity: confusing me as much as kazuha. _.

His love language is probably: physical touch

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

Hes tthe richest harbinger of all he will get you whatever you want it doesn't matter how much it costs everything for his love

He is working must of the time so he will send you little gifts

If he ever has free time he will probably go out with you doing whatever you want shopping or going to a restaurant he doesn't care he will go there with you

He would probably buy you a kitty or a puppy against the boredom when hes working

Buy you every type of clothing you want it doesn't matter to him how much it costs he has the big money

Hes not completely against kids but he's working to much to help you raising them and giving up his job is no option so think about it

He wont have much time to spend with you but he will feel bad leaving you alone all the time

As long as your safe everything is alright so he doesn't have to worry

If he comes back from work he will always have a gift for you and the hours you've waited

If he hugs your he wil lay you on his chest and just stroke your hair talking until you sleep

Possible Sexuallity: bi sexual

His love language is probably: gifts and words of affirmation

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆/𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂

Here we go with our all loved ed sheeran also known as tartaglia he is joking around like a little kid he loves you more then everything in this world

He is definitely not the smartest of the harbingers after all he is the 11th fatui harbinger the weakest and the dumbest? Im not calling him dumb im just not calling him smart

He is a harbinger he has practically no time like the other ones T-T

But i swear to you if he has a free day he will attack you with affection cuddling you for hours and telling you how much he loves you not letting go until he has to work again

If none of his fellow harbingers are near he will talk about his brother and his sister while holding you in his arms

He will hold you by your waist having his chin on your shoulder whispering into your ear how much he loves you

He will Probably never tell you what things he has done because hes scared that you will hate him for the bad things hes done

He wants kids! 100% he just wants to see mini versions of you running around (if your male just adopted or just think in omega verse:D)

His sexuallity is probably: im not sure... Bi or pan?

His love language is probably: physical touch and gifts

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

There wwe go with or harbinger mommy shes not only sexy but overall just the perfect definition of toxic<3 but we still love her and she loves you too!

She's VERY possessive and if i say VERY I MEAN VERY she gets jealous by having you just talk to someone else thats not her your hers after all

Shes cold... Not only are her hands cold but shes just someone who barely shows emotions but no worries! She still loves you

If she comes home its late and your probably already asleep but she just cant help but lean your head against her chest when she lays down beside you she just wants to have her lover close!

If you disobey her your probably getting locked into your room to keep you away fron the 'danger' outside

The only person she trusts you with is herself obviously shes the one she can trust the most shes a father! She knows what she's doing

When ttalking about kids shes neutral... Just keep the screaming thing away... But at the same time its hers and it needs protection and care

Shes not talkative so dont annoy her to much!

Her sexuallity is probably: i would actually say shes a lesbian._. But for the more judgmental audience i say bi

Her love language is probably: acts of service

[ruumirmir]

𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘺

ੈ♡˳ Author's note - I simply have too many unfiltered thoughts about them Sorry not Sorry. This is entirely self-indulgent and completely male-reader centered. Don't worry ladies,, If you're imaginative enough!! You too can self-insert into this yaoi!!! If any of these don't make sense to new readers Don'tttt worry about it :) Probably didn't make sense to ME either but the vibe matched. @eluxcastar my trusty co-pilot for this ship,, do you have any memes to add perchance 🎤🎤 I'd love to compile everything here.

If you think Pantalone isn't a possessive prick you're WRONG. Lucky for him some people are into that.

Being gorgeous and evil go hand-in-hand one cannot exist without the other

*Sighs dreamily* Dont we all

Synopsis of my first two Pantalone x Male reader requests everybody:

Im sorry but it would be fucking hilarious for the plot. Loverboy being soooooooo normal about the rumours going around that Dottolone are Such Close Business Partners,,

but actually dottolone fucking hate each other. Group projects tend to do that to people. Its the biomechanical malpractice doctor vs business unethics banker. And dottore getting a massive kick out of this one fatuu agent hating his guts . Idk Just a Thought :0

What being microwaved does to a man. Dont worry guys Pantalone can manipulate and gaslight me into a killing machine anyday bc he's hot <3

Hoyoverse canonizing Pantalone's anger-issues is the best thing that happened to me. you can never trust an anime snake with a (^‿^) face

One does not simply work in close proximity with a hot guy and Not think about getting boned atleast once.

Somebody save childe

Makes zero sense in hindsight but the lore is coming. trust 🙏 Something so delicious about finding your way back to the person that changed you forever.

Hes just a pathetic little guy your honor. Let us all enjoy his extreme sad boy demeanor and sopping wet meowmeowism before we put him through the HorrorsTM.

Synopsis of literally the most recent Loverboy one-shot by riri:

Something something blatant favoritism.

Reminder that Loverboy joins the Fatui as a part of mandated service right after graduating school at the fresh age of 18 and kills a guy roughly 3 years later :D

Peak dynamic btw. He can be your angle or yuor devil. As long as he's behind over your shoulder 👍

"I learned my passion in the Good Old Fashioned School of Loverboys"

Thankyou homoverse they made Pantalone a certified Yapper. Him and Loverboy are just the "Talks a lot" vs "Listens" ship

No caption. This was just funni

Hey guys can anyone tell that I love a good corruption arc.

Despite his increasingly worsening state of ethics, don't forget that deep down hes still going to be a sopping wet meowmeow💕

Idk blame @/eluxcastar riri they put the devil's temptation thoughts into my brain

[angel4astraea]

https://www.tumblr.com/angel4astraea/688893357926367233/oh-my-god-what-if-the-harbingers-had-a-bimbo tell us more about la signora dont be shy 😋

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. . la signora ! ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warning(s). . nsfw (obv), cunny slaps, cunnilingus (reader giving), dom/sub dynamics ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ author's note. . bet. LOL

♡ gunna state it, la signora is definitely a mix between a hard dom and a soft dom, you really can't tell which flavour you're gonna get each day.

♡ if you catch her during a softer mood, she'll definitely be more in touch with her emotions and adoration towards you. of course, you don't want to bug her during her time of reflecting what could have been hundreds of years ago but, that doesn't lessen her love towards you.

♡ during a softer mood day, she'll make love to you. every touch is calculated; delicate, warm and gentle. it's as if she wants to give you the world and more, but for now, she could give it to you with her mora and herself, of course.

"come here, don't be timid now, my little dove."

signora beckons you to her, breathing quick from her previous orgasm given by your mouth. her fingers pushed some of your hair back from your face, fingers tracing the side of your face. her fingers trace over your slick bottom lip, eyes soft and warm compared to the cool touch of her skin.

"you've done so well for me. . . tomorrow i'll reward you, hm?"

signora kissed you ever so gently, pulling you up to hold you, whispering soft praises that light the butterflies in your chest. on your own, you find her way to her bare chest, looking up for permission. she hums and nods, allowing you to suckle on her perk nipple until you drift off into a slumber. .

♡ if you catch her in a rather rough mood, be prepared to not be able to sit correctly for a couple days.

♡ she takes her frustration out in bed, i find. signora always makes sure you give consent but once it's given, she will go ham. from overstimulation, spanking, face riding, you name it. she always makes sure you're pleasured, not just her.

♡ signora might be a little rough with her words too, but will simmer down if it gets too much for her little dove.

"such a sloppy cunt and for me? pathetic. i barely did anything."

signora inspected your cunny, spitting on it before spreading both lips, eyeing your fluttering hole. she purposefully blew cold air on your cunny, laughing when you whimper and shudder. the begs and pleads for her to take care of your wants went unheard, as if it's just a background noise for her. you bucked your lips, trying to get her to at least lap at your little nub.

"did i say you could move, pet?"

her uncovered hand slapped your cunny, slick sticking to the palm of her hand. you yelp, shaking your head with tearful apologies. she scoffed and sat back in her velvet covered chair, spreading her legs.

"sit up," she commanded with a sharp tone, "you better watch me and don't look away, otherwise, you'll be in for a long, long night, dove."

[bunny-bear-blogs]

The Pink Bunny Umbrella

Synopsis: Lately, you’ve been on a failing streak in regards to your chemistry exams. You, wanting to actually pass the class, seek out a chemistry tutor. Who’s your tutor, you might ask? None other than Scaramouche, your grouchy upperclassman. But what happens one day when you're stuck after school together during a rainstorm with no umbrella? 

Word Count: 2346

A/N: Inspired by a cute pink bunny umbrella I saw.

A few weeks ago, you got your chemistry exam back. You had studied for a week straight for this exam. You skipped sleeping, eating, and basically breathing all to ensure a good grade on this exam. What was your exam score, you might ask? Thirty-five. You got a thirty-five on your exam. You instantly dropped your head on your desk. Not again. Not again. No matter what you do before your chemistry exams, you always end up getting these same low grades without fail. You're not quite sure why, you know you're not stupid just chemistry isn't your subject. But you just can't grasp why, no matter what you do, you still fail badly on your chemistry exams.

After getting your grade, you vowed your next exam would be different and walked straight to your school's board of academic information. You saw a flier for free tutoring offered within the school. You took note of the flier's main phone number and called it. They helped you sort everything out and assigned you the perfect chemistry tutor. They said he’s never gotten below a ninety-eight on his chemistry exams and that his previous teachers loved him. They told you his name was Scaramouche and that your first meeting would be the first day of next week. Hmm. You could've sworn something about his name that seemed familiar when you were told it, but if you can't remember, it must've not been that important.

Fast forward a week; it was time for your first meeting with your chemistry tutor. You guys had agreed to meet at the library at four right after school ended. He texted you that he was already there and was wearing a white shirt with black on the shoulders, along with some gray headphones that lay around his neck. His text messages were very blunt and vague, so you hoped you would be able to find him for your tutoring session. You walked in and saw him immediately, and then the realization hit: you did know him. He was an upperclassman well known for his temper and grouchy attitude toward others. You would be lying to say that you weren't scared to approach him, but you couldn’t help but notice something soft about him. He looked so gentle, sitting there doing homework with his indigo hair that looked like the softest thing you’ve ever seen. Maybe the rumors about him weren't true? I mean, how can someone who looks so gentle right now be so mean?

You then decided to walk over to your chem tutor and start your session. “Hello, I’m Y/N; you must be my chemistry tutor? Scaramouche?” “Oh. So you're the person I’m tutoring. Sit down then; let’s get this over with.” He was sharp, and his words were condescending. Your first tutoring session with him went okay. You could easily tell he was knowledgeable in the subject, which made the gaps in your knowledge compared to his more noticeable. He explained concepts thoroughly just sometimes you would near to hear it multiple times for it to go through your brain since the math in chemistry was throwing you off. There was always a noticeable change in his tone when he would have to explain things again, and sometimes he would not bother too. He was an odd guy. When your session ended, he just upped and left without saying a word. He’s an odd guy.

Fast forward now; your tutoring sessions have been about the same as the first time just now he’s grown more insulting. You don’t get how to do a certain word with gas laws? Bam! “Are you deaf or just stupid? Nevermind that, we’ll go over it again.” You get confused with problems involving finding the sum of coefficients? Bam! “How do you not know how to even do this? Fine, we’ll go over it again.” You get the picture. He would make small comments or mutter under his breath, but then stay extra time with me to make sure I understood the concept. He was an odd guy.

Today was our last tutor session before your chemistry exam tomorrow. Hopefully, this time you would score a passing grade or at least higher than a thirty-five. You had arrived early today at your usual time as a way to do some extra practice before he got here. Unfortunately for you, he got here only five minutes before you. He was wearing the same outfit he did the first time you met. He still looks as captivating and gentle as he did back then. “I see someone’s early today.” "Well, you know what they say: the early bird gets the worm.” “Let’s hope you reach the worm tomorrow and get a good grade in that exam. I mean, after all, you’ve had my help, so you're bound to pass.” “You're as self-centered as always, I see.” “I wouldn’t call it being self-centered; I’m saying it as it is. Now let’s get to reviewing so you can actually pass that exam.” He ended the conversation with a smirk.

He’s as cocky as ever. As you can see, during the past few weeks, you two have gotten more comfortable around each other. Well comfortable enough for you two to bicker at each other. But along with that, something within you has changed. You started looking forward to your sessions with him more than normal or just looking forward to being around him. You were developing feelings for the Indigo haired boy and little did you know so was he.

Your study session today went without a hitch, with you clearly having a grasp on the material. Scaramouche even muttered a compliment to you so lowly that you could barely hear it. But regardless, you felt confident for tomorrow. You had both finished reviewing early and had decided it was best for you to go home and rest, then study some more.

As you both walked to the exit doors of your school, you noticed the heavy rain. “Scara, hypothetically speaking, would you happen to have an umbrella?” “Why would you need a hypothetical umbrella? Just get yours out of your backpack. You’ve mentioned before that you watch the weather report with your mother, so just get your umbrella out.” You went silent and turned as red as a beet. "Haha, about that... I kind of didn't watch yesterday because I was pre-studying for the exam tomorrow.” He just stared in shock and annoyance and said, “You idiot.” “Well, but don’t you have an umbrella, Scara?” “I do not; I had no idea it would be raining.” “You, the all-mighty Scaramouche with perfect chemistry scores, did not know it was going to be raining?” He stayed silent for a few seconds before erupting his words, “It’s not like you knew either, so what are we going to do about this?” “Maybe we can walk it?” You spoke too soon. Right after those words left your mouth, you heard thunder and the sound of the rain getting heavier. "Well, you definitely caused that thunder to appear, so we can't walk it. We can either wait it out or look for an umbrella.” “Looking for an umbrella, it is. To lost and found we go,” you say confidently, and you start making your way over to lost and found with Scaramouche behind you until something odd happens.

He was scared. You had heard thunder strike again once more, but for some reason you decided to turn around when it did. You had seen Scaramouche with an expression of fear on his face. “Hey, are you okay?” “Um yea, I’m fine Y/N, I just have bad memories associated with thunder.” “Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If it gets too much you're always welcome to hold my hand to calm down.” Uh oh. You had said that without thinking. Surely he’s going to call you an idiot right now for even suggesting that. “Thanks for the offer Y/N.” He said softly and shyly. Was he actually okay with holding my hand? I stuck my hand out for the Indigo eyed man to grab. For the rest of the way to lost and found we held hands, but not a single word was said to each other.

We then reached the lost and found section. “Okay there are two big bins. You go through one and I’ll do the other.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want to let go.” He looked to the ground with a shy expression, clearly embarrassed with a red blush spreading across his face. “Oh.” My heart skipped a beat, well maybe a few beats. He doesn't want to let go? No, I shouldn't think too deep into this. It's just because he's scared and nothing else. You guys stayed holding hands looking through bins until you had found something. “Scara, I found an umbrella!” You picked it up, it was a pink umbrella with bunny ears sticking out on the top with a cute face put in the middle of it. “Oh, it's a pink bunny.” “What don't tell me you got something against pink bunnies?” “I don't, it's just an eccentric thing to leave here.” “You know, bunnies are said to bring good luck. Maybe we’ll get some by being under this umbrella.” “Maybe, I just wonder who would own a thing like this.” “Well it's our ticket out of this school so let's use it.” He nodded and you guys, still hands interlocked, made your way to the exit of the school. You guys made it to the exit, upon you finally making it he let go of your hand. 

It felt odd. Your hand felt cold without the warmth of his, your fingers felt lonely without his intertwined, and most of all, you felt odd without his hand wrapped around yours. What an odd feeling. He then opened the bunny umbrella and ushered for you to get in. You did as he said; the space between you two was very limited, as you two were now only a couple inches away from each other. “You're kind of close." “You were literally holding my hand a couple minutes ago; you don’t get to talk about closeness.” He burst out laughing. Scaramouche was laughing. “You're too funny, you know? It's moments like this that I enjoy being with you.” You did a double take. Enjoy being with me? He enjoys hanging around me. As you tried processing what he just said, he started walking, and you followed under the bunny umbrella. “You enjoy hanging out with me?” You said, smiling uncontrollably. "Maybe I do. What’s it to you?” “I also enjoy hanging out with you, and it would be nice if we did it more often.” He then blushed, trying to hide his face with his spare hand that wasn't holding the umbrella. “Hang out more, as in out of school?” “I think you're catching my drift, Scara.” “You would want to hang out with me instead of someone else?” “Of course I would! You're fun to be around, and plus, there's never a dull moment when I’m around you. There’s no one I would want to hang out with more.” You beamed a smile, clearly tugging at his heartstrings. “I want to hang out with you too, Y/N. No, actually, it's more than that. It’s greedy, but I want more of you—more of your smile, more of your laugh, more of your comfort, even more of your dumb questions. I want to go on a date with you, Y/N, because I truly do have feelings for you.” He was as red as a lobster at this point. “I would love to go on a date with you too, Scara. I also have feelings for you; I’m not sure when they started, but they’ve been growing every time I see you. I used to hate chemistry, but not so much now because it brought me to you.” He seemed touched and sentimental about what you had said about your relationship with him. He then stopped walking and turned to look at you, to see your expressions for what he was about to do. He moved his hand onto your cheek and caressed it gently before asking you an important question. “Y/N, may I kiss you?” You nodded with a smile. He then swooped down and kissed you gently. It was the best experience of your life. He then broke the kiss and was as red as he had been throughout all this. He then moved his hand to grab your arm and place it on his so a part of you would be even closer to him.

You guys continued walking and made your way to the train station that would take you two home. During the walk, you guys just talked about date ideas, finally deciding on going to an amusement park. It was time to part ways, as you two had different trains. "Good luck tomorrow, Y/N; tell me how your exam goes.” “Of course!” you said with a smile before hopping on your train.

You had just gotten your exam back. You had passed! You had gotten a ninety on the exam. The first thing you did after receiving your score was text Scaramouche to meet up with you at the library after school ended. It was time; you guys had met up, and upon seeing the indigo eye boy, you had tackled him into a hug. “I passed Scara!” He then reciprocated by ruffling your hair, saying, “That’s my smart girl. I knew you had it in you.” “Thank you for helping me pass my exam.” “I think your passing should be celebrated.” “How so?” “Wanna go out to eat? Your choice?” “Yes!” The both of you then walked off the school grounds and all the way to the restaurant with your hands interlocked. With his hand fitting perfectly into yours as if it had never left. That pink bunny umbrella really did bring good luck for the two of you.

[tadaxii-i]

My headcanons for the Segments here we gooo:

0.1 : the youngest, fresh out of the Akademiya. He feels very close to Sumeru yet so he doesn't like to travel a bunch. Kinda clueless about everything but he's very bright.

Mind : Angsty Teen™ also known as the dude who got the angriest at his deletion. Yes, the wimpy voiced one. He's. Always. Angry... Hormones, I'd say

Zandik : aka My Favorite, he's the one we saw with Diluc from the manga. He's unhinged and way to happy too be alive(?), and he's just Dottore's ADHD at it's peak.

Desk : his names is Sargent, but we call him Desk (for a very specific reason I'd love to elaborate on.). He's always working, very serious and will judge you and your family. He's the one that appeared in a blue shirt in the manga.

Silicium : He's Dottore's transistion from young to "old" (meaning full mask to eye mask) and he's the only one wearing cloth to cover his eyes. He's very analytical and is very much a wonderful assistant during any of Delta's surgeries.

Alpha : considered the best segment at the time he was made, he is the one who spoke with Tighnari. He's very playful and surprisingly funny, and despite what one might think, he does NOT get along with Zandik at ALL.

Omega : the Omega Build we saw in game, you know who it is. He is Extra™ as fuck and likes his ego stroked (very much has a villain complex.). He's practically always absent since he is often on the job in other nations.

Delta : I swear when I made the names I didn't expect all three of them to be adjacent. He was the one at the funeral, and he's the most hands-on in terms of experiments. He's not the only one to do operations, but he's very skilled and experienced, and appreciates Silicium's help.

Prime : that's the original. He's the only one who is fully alive and the only one that ages. He's the most difficult to get a hold of, but he met Bu'er after Scaramouche's fall. He is absolutely ruthless and doesn't care for the younger hims whatsoever. His favorite is always the eldest (poor 0.1).

[agentsky1705]

Dottore headcannons

Wears light blue crocks in his lab. They’re easy to wash, comfortable and sanitary.

He keeps some of the failed experiments around as pets (dottomonster)

Bad personal hygiene. He works for days in his lab without showering and only eating special nutritious food.

Pantalone secretly films Dottore‘s clones doing all kind of activities, for example almost blowing up the kitchen in a failed attempt to cook.

The clones have „family days“ where they all do something together. The original calls it „team building“, but they really just do it for fun. They‘d go bowling, on picnics, to playgrounds to trip kids..

Hates going to other doctors. He makes all of his remedies and medicines himself, and he also supplies the other harbingers- when payed to do so. He‘d also sell his „special concoctions“, meaning dr3gs, to the harbingers on request.

He leaves the older clones in charge of the younger ones while he is gone, so they‘d have to feed and take care of each other <3

[euphietea]

HC. ft. Arlecchino. Childe. Columbina.

tw/cw. mention of blood.

ARLECCHINO. She speaks to you gently, but is sure to hold her title over yours. It isn’t that she particularly believes herself to be smarter or stronger (even if she may certainly be), simply that she recognizes her position. You are not a member of the Fatui, no. You are a simple hand who helps her orphanage. She often remarks that you are too soft on the children. The world is not always with warm and plush hands for them to hold, afterall. However, the laughter and joy you bring to their childhood evades the frigid realm of adulthood to come. “They deserve a semblance of a normal childhood, wouldn’t you agree?” You ask, rosen cheeks raised in a smile. Arlecchino gives no answer, but oversees snowballs hurl without her usual reprimand. 

CHILDE. He holds his hand up to the sky, golden rays lacing between the gaps. He remembers your coos to his siblings when they can’t sleep by the firelight. The eldest are always out, earning their wages with menial labor. The youngest listen to your stories of the world outside of the snow. His chest aches and his fingers curl to his forehead. He frightens you at times. Perhaps it’s the adeptus blood in your veins that can see through his veneer. Or did your fright begin from washing the blood from his scarf? He thought he had hid it, yet found it freshly folded on his bed with the scent of sweet orange. He heaves a sigh, pulling his lips back tightly. It was careless of him. Did you think you were doing him mercy by not saying a word about it? He will see you again soon and then he could explain.

COLUMBINA. Mystery wraps around her like gentle feathered wings. Her voice waltzes before you, enveloping your senses in warmth. Delicate fingers brush strands of hair off your forehead and cheeks, leaving traces of a cool blaze. Columina has lived for a long time. She has seen the death and birth of gods and archons. She has witnessed the rise and fall of nations. And yet, she’s taken a liking to you. You are a free spirit amidst the other boring humans. The others see her as fragile and yet veer away from her songs. Not you. You choose to harmonize. “Classically trained?” She repeats, inquisitive and close, “Does that matter if there is no joy behind it?” Her head tilts. A quiz or a question? Her hands come to meet your blushing cheeks, “Do you take joy in the songs of Teyvat?” 

[e-steamedtea]

I'm here to run my mouth once again!

All I can think about are the shenanigans that must bless the House of the Hearth. They're such a cast of characters with a loving but incredibly scary "father". I like to think that hanging out with them either stresses you out or makes you laugh so hard that your sides turn red. From the sheer absurdity of what they can get up to.

[una-lunar]

Fatui platonic HCs

hello! this is my first time doing something like this, so please let me know if you have any advice <3

Part 2: here!

Pierro

Probably really strict at first

Poor man has abandonment issues :(

But when he gets to know you he’s happy to finally have a friend again

Would 100% cry if you lost a chess piece

Dottore

He would pretend to be friends with people so he could experiment on them

But sometimes he ends up actually liking the person, which is what happened to you

As much as he’d want to help, you probably shouldn’t go to him for medicine if you’re sick

One of his younger segments moved some of his suspicious liquids around so he may accidently give you poison instead

Columbina

Somehow knows everything about you. She doesn’t stalk you. She just knows.

Sings you to sleep if you have a sleeping disorder

Most of the time you spend together is napping

Somehow has lots of spare time, but you won’t be able to find her unless she wants you to

Arlecchino

Like Pierro, she’d not really like you at first

Nothing much changes when she starts to like you, but she’s a lot more nice

She’d start to like you more if you were friends with Columbina

Would brush you’re hair, and is really good at styling (guess working at an orphanage has some perks)

Makes incredible pancakes

Pulcinella

A literal asshole

Like sure, he can be a nice grandpa

But would he read you a bedtime story? fuck no.

He seems like a grandpa who you only see once a year because he makes dinner very political

[scaranation]

I saw that requests were still open and I crawled back from the firey pits of hell to offer you Scaramouche brain rott along with a personal AU that hit me like a foking brick like two days ago.

So first off. Imagine if you will. That Mr. McGrump wasn't actually just one entity but actually a trio of twin brothers that wandered around Teyvat known as the "the trio of eccentrics". They despise each other (cuz of course they do) but decide to travel together cuz no matter how hard they try to NOT bump into each other, the world is just so big for a trio of dumbasses that are chaotic on their own right.

They cannot get along to save their lives. The amount of times Scaramouche and Wanderer have gotten smacked on the face with Kabukimono's smithing hammer are just too many to count. Not to mention that as feeble as he appears to be he has a scarily good aim much to his brother's previous dismay as they have been greeted with a flying hammer to the back of the head multiple times when they have run into each other "by chance" before.

People tend just get confused when one of them randomly spawns on a town and seemingly sprout two other clones like some kind of mitosis type shit until they realize it's just a trio of siblings.

I also low-key feel y/n would accidentally bump and help all of them separatedly by chance only for them to all either think of them fondly or straight up have a little crush on them. I can just see Kabuki rambling to wanderer how some sweet person saved him from a hoard of electro slimes only for him to remember how someone offered to invite him to some food in one of his travels similar to the one his brother mentioned. Only for Scara to interrupt demanding if they were talking about this one very specific person that offered him shelter that one time he was injured after some misión or something. Cue y/n casually walking by and all of them losing their collective shit cuz HOLY SHIT THAT'S THEM- WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW THEM TOO????? And thus the quest of winning over the kind stranger begins.

Idk if this was even mildly entertaining but this idea has been eating my brain for days and needed to spew it somewhere. Love your work! ✨✨✨

OMLL HOWW YOUR BRAINROTS ARE SO GOOD I CANT 😭😭 this took me a while to write but i had to get everything out to even do this idea some justice it’s got me giggling fr

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ft. Scaramouche, Kabukimono, Wanderer

Content: fluff, crack (but treated seriously)

a/n - innocent Kabukimono just lives rent free in my heart omlll like just imagine a less traumatised Scara <33

The trio of short haired, violet-eyed wanderers (also known as “the trio of eccentrics��� by the local children) were a common sight in Teyvat. Prior to the revelation that they were, in fact, siblings, people had believed that they were either a teleporting ghost or some human aphid with miraculous cloning abilities. That was until someone saw two of the them in the same room, and connected the dots.

Scaramouche, the Wanderer, and Kabukimono were inseparable - not of their own will, of course. On their erratic, impulsive routes across Sumeru, they’d somehow cross paths more often than they wanted. In fact, they’d made an effort to avoid each other. The Wanderer had retreated all the way to the Hypostyle Desert, cackling at his own genius. Unfortunately, he also found Scaramouche and Kabukimono at the desert too - both dumbfounded at the ridiculous situation. Somehow, all three of them had simultaneously decided that hiding in the desert to not see each other was a great idea.

“What are you doing here?” the Wanderer had blurted.

“No, what are you doing here? I had this idea yesterday!” Kabukimono cried.

“Both of you, get out of my sight. I hatched this plan two weeks ago.” Scaramouche grumbled.

“Oh, how diabolical and calculating you are,” the Wanderer rolled his eyes, as though he wasn’t just praising himself for what he thought was the most intelligent idea to ever exist.

“Fine, I’ll leave first.” Kabukimono sighed. Perhaps it was because he was the youngest, but he was always ended up giving in to his brothers.

“Pushover,” the Wanderer smirked.

“Says the unemployed one,” Scaramouche scoffed.

“At least I have a vision.”

“Shut up.”

The many other times the trio convened by accident, two of them weren’t even conscious to fully process their irritation. The moment Kabukimono spotted Scaramouche or the Wanderer at his favourite resting place, he’d let loose his hammer - striking them on the back of the head with scary aim. He’d congratulate himself if he managed to score a concussion, too. It wasn’t as though the others didn’t defend themselves equally vigorously. If they couldn’t settle things with words, the brothers would just break out into fighting.

Things were especially bad when the Wanderer got ahold of Kabukimono’s hammer. Upon wrestling it out of the blacksmith’s grip, the Wanderer would flit into the air, gleefully holding the hammer out of reach until Scaramouche had enough and struck him down with a bolt of lightning.

“You look like a fly when you do that, you know?”

“You’re just jealous.”

Somehow, you were always at the centre of the trio’s unpredictable paths of destruction across Teyvat. You never really guessed at the connection between them, only dismissing it as a mere coincidence that you’d developed a fondness for three purple haired, short-tempered travellers.

As an adventurer, you’d first met Kabukimono on one of your errands.

“Stay away!”

You heard the clanging of something heavy on your inspection in Guyun, turning around to locate the source of the voice.

You followed the commotion around past the domain you’d just exited from, finding a crevice tucked away into a small beach-like area. Clumps of electro crystals clung to the stone walls of the cove, the lapping of the waves only perpetuating the intense elemental reactions. At the centre of it all was a strangely dressed man, being attacked by a hoard of electro slimes. He flailed around with a blacksmith’s hammer, presumably caught in his own attempt to mine valuable ores for a project.

His clothes looked to be of Inazuman attire, too - what was an Inazuman doing, looking for electro crystals all the way out in Liyue?

“Do you need help?” You crouched down, a little hesitant over whether or not it was obligatory for you to jump into the electro-charged mess.

“It… certainly looks like it, doesn’t it?” The man flashed you a defeated smile. Luckily, as a pyro vision holder, it wasn’t too difficult for you to deal with the slimes. With a brief flash of your vision, you also mined the ores for the stranger as well.

“Ah! So they require elemental triggers to be mined. No wonder it was taking me so long. Thank you, by the way - I’m Kabukimono.” The stranger extended a hand. You took it, but he didn’t shake it. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment, before he released your hand.

“Ah, sorry… That’s what I see people at the workshop do when they meet someone new. Is it strange?”

“No, of course not! You usually shake the hand after holding it, though.” You quipped helpfully.

“Oh.” A flush spread across his cheeks. He thanked you vehemently once again, insisting on offering you some spare iron in exchange for your help.

“Travel safe!” You called after Kabukimono, as he hurried off. He was a little strange, but his awkwardness was rather endearing. You smiled and shook your head, before resuming work and thinking nothing more of the entire ordeal.

Unlike Kabukimono, the second of the trio you met was a lot more irritable. You met the Wanderer at some food stalls in Sumeru city, almost mistaking him for the acquaintance you’d met in Guyun - only to be quickly corrected by his vastly different attitude.

“Watch it.” The stranger that looked suspiciously like Kabukimono (but with a remarkably more hostile, pointed gaze) shoved past you.

“These lavender melons. How much do they cost?” Not-Kabukimono asked the vendor, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Uh, 200 mora-”

“What? Who sells trash like this so expensively? Forget it, I didn’t want them anyway.” The Wanderer scoffed, turning to leave before you quickly grabbed him.

“If you’re hungry, you can eat at my place. I have some leftovers,” you offered. He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Why are you helping me? Is this a poisoning attempt?”

“No… You just remind me of an acquaintance of mine, so I thought I’d look out for you.”

“Pfft, I don’t need your baseless concern.”

At that moment, the man’s stomach grumbled. The two of you made eye contact, before reaching a silent agreement.

“My house is that way,” you pointed, as the stranger begrudgingly followed you.

Even if he didn’t say so, the stranger most definitely enjoyed your cooking. After introducing himself as the Wanderer, he was quick to open up - always stopping by to visit (claiming that you were a convenient dining place for his travels).

Whenever he stopped by, you’d laugh and cook him a warm meal - it almost felt like home to him, or at least what he thought a home was. He never really had one, nor did he care for the notion, but this arrangement was quite pleasant for him. If the Wanderer was in a good mood, he’d even share some of his travelling stories with you. He’d boast about the enemies he defeated in the wilderness, complain about the stupidity of mortals, before giving you the rare piece of acknowledgement (“you know, your cooking is edible,” or “it’s definitely not poisoned,” etc.).

You quickly grew to anticipate his sporadic visits, getting an understanding of what kind of food he preferred. You weren’t sad when he didn’t arrive, and the two of you thrived off a mutual relationship. The Wanderer was surely different from your other companion, but that didn’t make him any less welcome.

Lastly, you’d met Scaramouche on an ominous rainy day. Or, rather, he’d been deposited on your doorstep.

“I don’t remember ordering a parcel…” You peered out into your doorway, squinting through the lashing rain - before realising that this ‘parcel’ was very much human-shaped.

With a surprised gasp, you dragged the figure inside as carefully as you could, wincing at the blood mixed with rainwater that swirled across his smooth skin. Peeling back the heavy layers of his outer coat, you took off the man’s hat to gape again in shock.

“Kabukimono?” You spluttered.

“Who are you calling Kabukimono?” The stranger snapped, sitting up slowly.

“Wanderer?” You tried again, guessing based on the man’s furious expression.

“Hah, you dare to…”

Before the stranger (that was neither Kabukimono nor the Wanderer) could finish his sentence, he passed out again in a haze of dizzying unconsciousness.

The man’s deep indigo eyes fluttered open a while later to the sight of you tending his wounds. He immediately flinched away, looking at you incredulously.

“Who are you? Why am I here?”

“You quite literally passed out on my porch, then again in my house. Don’t you remember?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“You dare gaslight a Fatui Harbinger? Try as hard as you want, but I won’t be giving you financial compensation for this.”

“You’re… a Harbinger…?” You frowned. He sure acted and looked a lot like the Wanderer - perhaps he’d hit his head a little too hard.

“Yes, Scaramouche. I’m better known as the Balladeer, of course.”

“I’ve never heard of you.”

“Well, then that just means we’re doing a great job of maintaining confidentiality.” Scaramouche huffed, allowing you to continue wrapping bandages around the deep gashes on his body. You chuckled at his demeanour.

“I’m not expecting anything in return for this.” You offered, leaning back to scrutinise your medical work. Years of adventuring had given you experience in this sort of thing, but your expertise was still lacking.

“Then why? Don’t tell me, you believe in kindness?”

“Anyone would do this if they found a stranger half-dead at their door in the pouring rain.” You rolled your eyes.

“I was not half-dead, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Scaramouche huffed, and you almost gawked at how similar he was to the Wanderer.

“Um, do you happen to know anyone named… Uh…” You hesitated under your new acquaintance’s fierce gaze.

“Named what? Do I look like an Akasha terminal to you?”

“Never mind.” You quickly shut your mouth. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

It took a few months before the trio finally figured out they had a mutual connection. They’d all visited you countless times, and yet were lucky enough not to encounter each other - that was, until they finally began talking about their latest travel experiences upon having a chance meeting in Sumeru.

“Hm, perhaps this is what mortals call… comradeship…” Kabukimono mused to his brothers one day.

“Feeling a little amicable, Kabukimono?” Scaramouche sneered. He eyed the glimmering purple blade Kabukimono flipped over in his hands.

“There was this adventurer who saved me from some electro slimes once. It was because of them that I could fashion this dagger… Humans really are compassionate.” Kabukimono mused. He happily smiled to himself at the reminder of you.

“You’re so naive, brother. After all, mortals are only driven by fair exchange. Nobody would help without expecting it return - ah, there is one exception. There was this person I met who offered me food. I’ve been having free meals with them for months, and they don’t even know how I’m taking advantage of them! How immature they are, selflessly acting like that. It almost makes me concerned for their well-being,” the Wanderer chuckled.

“I don’t think you’re taking advantage of them if you’re… just accepting the free meals they give you. It almost seems they have you wrapped around their finger.” Scaramouche snickered.

“You wouldn’t understand the idea of a mutually beneficial relationship. In fact, have you even talked to a living being other than your colleagues in the last week?”

“Yes, you, and a certain traveller who took me in after I was injured in a mission-”

“You got injured? How pathetic.”

“It was a calculated risk. Anyway, they gave me shelter and treated all my wounds without asking for mora once. And they even let me stay over long after I’d healed, too. Mortals are so foolish, to be blindly trusting. I could’ve snapped their throat in a second.”

The three brothers agreed on the extremely rare and (questionably naive) selflessness of humans.

Then, a beat of silence passed before a revelation dawned on them.

“Isn’t it weird that we’ve all met a strange, helpful adventurer?” Kabukimono murmured.

“Exactly what I was thinking. Surely not all humans are like this.” Scaramouche nodded.

“Maybe foolishness is more common than we thought…?” The Wanderer suggested, but an uneasy feeling was dawning on him as he began to connect the dots.

“Say, does the traveller you two met live near the Grand Bazaar?” Scaramouche prodded.

“Yes.” Kabukimono and the Wanderer responded simultaneously.

“And they have an adventurer’s bandana? With a Mondstadtian clock in the front room of their house?”

“Yes- YOU TWO KNOW THEM AS WELL?” Kabukimono spluttered.

The Wanderer only heaved a large sigh. He was so close to showing off that he had a new friend, only to realise that the new friend was also acquainted with both his brothers.

“How bothersome, it seems you’re already close with them.” Scaramouche raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I am! I met them first, after all.” Kabukimono insisted.

“Both of you, be quiet. I’m going to their place now.” The Wanderer pushed back his chair.

“Hey! I was planning to visit them too!”

The scraping of chairs resounded as the remaining two brothers hurriedly rushed to get to your house.

Any other person would probably pass out from fear at seeing all three of the notorious trio appear at their door. You, however, only shot them a bemused look and ushered them in.

Once the three realised they had competition, Scaramouche, the Wanderer, and Kabukimono would be unrelenting in competing for your attention.

It was quite comical at times - you’d barely have to say anything and one of them would appear, diligently doing tasks for you and looking back at you eagerly for praise. It seemed almost strange to consider that these three had been marvelling at your profound naiveness only a few days ago, and were now basically at your beck and call.

Scaramouche would definitely be the most demanding. Whether it was a hand on your elbow or a risky grip on your wrist, he made sure you were close to him and sought your undivided attention. He’d recklessly snap out searing insults at anyone else, before getting ahold of himself and stating that he was merely defending a poor, foolish soul from being taken advantage of by some calculating purple-haired villain. Not him though, he’d never do anything like that.

The Wanderer (like his name) was more relaxed - he could go without your eyes on him at all times, and he’d drift in and out as he pleased. However, he did see himself as being entitled to your energy whenever he did happen to stop by. Occasionally, he’d even offer to take you on a scenic flight across Teyvat. After you’d tried it once, you were quick to refuse his latter offers - zooming across rooftops at breakneck speed was not your forte. The Wanderer huffed at your reluctance and accused you of denying his altruistic favour, but made an effort to do things you liked regardless.

Kabukimono was fiercely shy. He’d always bring you trinkets - small mechanisms or self-defends tools he’d fashioned from spare parts during his work as a blacksmith. He’d press them into your hands self-consciously, unable to bite back a smile when you praised his handiwork. He wouldn’t hesitate to stand up against his much fiercer brothers if it was for you, holding you in a tight embrace whenever you’d let him.

And so, as it happened, it seemed as though “the eccentric trio” simply couldn’t escape each other. As if by some ill-humoured joke, they all ended up liking the same person. The only issue was, being that person, you now had to deal with all three of them at once.

As if one wasn’t enough, you now had triple the trouble.

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[vianchi]

TOUCH

dom!Capitano x afab!reader

contains: size kink, rough sex, belly budge, cunnilingus

🔞MINORS DNI

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME MAKING SMUT ON HERE

you was thrown in bed and a fatui harbinger— capitano was between your legs. capitano was hovering over you while his thumb was rubbing your wet clothed clit naking you mewl to the friction. “c-capitano, please-“ you begged. he was teasing you and you wanted more than teasing. “you’re already begging when i barley touch you” capitano spoke. he started talking off your pants along with your panties and threw it who knows where. his finger plunged to you cunt making you gasp.

using his tongue to lick over your cunt made you feel butterflies in your stomach, of course you both fucked more than once but it feels new everyday. you was caught off guard when he inserts another finger and plunged deeper in your cunt. you head was thrown back to the pillows and moaned his name. he was too good eating you out. “ m’ close” you slurred “m’ gonna cum-“. he picked up the pace and you was clinching around is fingers. you saw stars when your came on his tongue, he licked up every single juice was left and sat up.

after you calmed down, capitano un buckled his belt slid his pants and boxers down and his hard cock was out, he’s big and you don’t know how he’s gonna fit in your cunt once again. he rubbed his cock on you clit making you driving you insane until he inserted himself into you. he was stretching you out by inch. moving your legs up to your chest and he went deeper to your gummy walls. he didn’t give you time to adjust his size, he started to thrust deep inside you making you moan louder than before.

hitting your g-spot perfectly making you clench around his girth which made capitano groan. he plunged deeper until a bulge was appearing on your stomach, he pushed the budge down and feeling how deep he was inside you making you gone insane. you was close until he pulled out making you whimper. he switched position to full nelson while sitting down. he inserts inside you again but he became rough, fucking you dumber and dont have enough stamina for him to handle. tears was forming because of pleasure.

“m’ close” you managed to spoke, “m’ wanna cum”. he brought his hand down and start rubbing your clit, “cum for me baby” you was beyond on the edge on how capitano pleasure you from being rough, your gummy walls clenched around his girth and you came. he started to fuck you faster to chase his own high and came inside of you. moving his arms to make you loose, you both laid there and cuddled while he’s still inside of you with hid cum.

dont have vaginal infection like y/n

[ruumirmir]

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Ooh Lover Boy

A senior branch manager of Snezhnaya’s Northland bank. As a fatuus, he is formally well-known as the Venator Dux, who mans the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange founded by the Ninth Harbinger. He hunts in pursuit of the Tsar's vision, but his loyalties are far removed from her.

To put it simply, this masterpost is dedicated to the one male reader request that gradually spiraled into his own story. Down below I've listed every instance on his lore in the chronological order of posting. ੈ♡˳ Pantalone x M!reader [Return home] - lunargrapejuice ੈ♡˳ Pantalone x M!reader [Return home] - eluxcastar ੈ♡˳ Pantalone x M!reader [Unhappily] ੈ♡˳ Pantalone ft. sexy suits ੈ♡˳ Lore crafting for a Pantalone x m!reader ੈ♡˳ Employee of the Month ੈ♡˳ Through the years; From the end to his beginning (coming soon) ੈ♡˳ A series of voicelines from Pantalone's darling, to you, Traveller of a thousand stars

ੈ♡˳ There's a new Venator Dux in Town

ੈ♡˳ First Blood ♡ Annotated notes for 'First Blood' ♡ Short comic for 'First Blood'

ੈ♡˳ Incorrect Memes and Quotes

[angel4astraea]

strong believer that dottore has an opposite partner. . . but realistic version !

♡ to be honest, i don't think he'd purposefully look for someone who was different. he's a literal criminal who does vile things to other human beings

♡ everything in his personal life (if he has one) is locked up tight within his own confines of his chest. he's cold but logical, meaning that brain comes over heart. .

♡ with a person who is the complete opposite, things such as personality, style, habits, thinking, etc, he'd be so irritated at first lol. as he got used to your antics, maybe he'd find them somewhat amusing. . especially if you're working under him or beside him.

♡ if you were expecting an epic romance falling, you are sorely wrong. it takes so much to even have someone be in the same space as him when he's working. he's a high and mighty harbinger, he thinks that weaknesses (human emotions) would hinder the fatui's business.

♡ but if you do crack his first shell, you'll definitely know. he'll have you write notes while he speaks aloud when experimenting. . which is huge.

♡ as soon as you do make progress, he'll probably try to push you away. it's probably involuntary as he does it with everyone and thing. if you stay, his confidence with you rises steadily. anything that seems shaky will hinder the progress.

♡ when it gets to the point where he acknowledges something is going on, he talks with you directly. he's blunt with his thoughts and feelings, telling the truth instead of hiding it beneath tricks and tribulations. when that's over with, he'll let you make a decision over a couple days as he also needs to understand the gravity of what might happen to you if he doesn't succeed with his work and goals. pierro could use that against him as blackmail and he couldn't afford to be put down.

♡ when you two do eventually start dating, dates are meticulously planned between his trips and work. he tries his best and sometimes it isn't perfect like he anticipated. even though things can fall through, he still makes sure to make you feel appreciated and loved.

♡ if he's in sumeru, he's definitely cautious when you ask to come along. but that's the time he literally took two gnosis' from nahida so he declined that round. however, he does take you under disguise once.

♡ i believe that the whole "future" talk wouldn't come up until you two are trench deep into the relationship. i'm thinking six months? eitherway, he's clear on his wishes but is willing to hear you out; he doesn't want kids but he would like to marry you. the whole murderous father thing doesn't stick well with him. . you can't blame him.

♡ if you do want kids, he won't shut you down. i mean, he could literally make a child for you and him via his vast knowledge and DNA. that's if you couldn't carry one at the very least. he'll compromise with you about kids, the cutoff is two.

♡ strong believer in the importance of traditional marriages on his end. he might not follow any ethics in the lab but when it comes to something as sacred as this, he does want something normal. i'm thinking he'd want something related to his heritage and home country, sumeru but also something snezhnayian.

♡ would prob marry you around 3 years of dating ngl. even if it seems quick (at least in my opinion), he finds normalcy in this affectionate system you two have created.

♡ bedroom wise. . i think in the early stages of the relationship, he wouldn't initiate anything for the sake of not spoiling the reveal after months of building up bliss and curiosity. i don't care, he's not as big as a whore!

♡ when you do finally get into it, he's mindful about boundaries and whatnot. he also has to be careful with his teeth because they are both pointy and sharp. he hopes you won't kick him to the couch if he accidentally forgets one too many times about his teeth.

♡ i think he's a top but it varies. like, he can be soft when you ask but he can also be rough. his actions rely on your wants, icks and emotions. as much as he likes to say he isn't great with the whole "complex human brain immediately", he still can pick up whatever you're feeling based on faces, habits and even how you breathe.

♡ in my opinion, i believe that he is banned from giving head with teeth and sex in the lab. not explaining.

♡ overall, he's a decent person to be with but it is a LOT of work.

[b1ancastar]

I saw your Dating Dottore headcanons! Can I request that you do headcanons for dating Arlecchino? 👀

yes anon I will <3

Dating Arlecchino HC's

Background-After months of attempts you and Arlecchino are a thing.

-Personally, I'd say if you could've gone after any of the fatui harbingers, Arlecchino is one of the more difficult ones to get with. In terms of personality and work ethic.

-It would've taken you months of strategic planning to get close enough to her, just close enough so she wouldn't try to send you off, or think you were annoying.

-Once in a relationship, she wouldn't show it to your face, but she would be super protective, making sure none of the other harbingers would be around you, that the one friend who was a little to "close" had too suddenly "move away" vibes.

-In public Arlecchino is super cold and stiff, but in private after a few months of dating her cold exterior starts to melt away. One of the many reasons she sort of “hides you away.” You're the flame to her ice.

-She takes you to her "orphanage" just to see how you are around children, and how the children are around you. To see if you’d be valuable to her cause.

-Once she sees you and the children like to be around each other, she'll take you to the "orphanage." Especially if she knows she'll be there late. Just for her own sanity.

-She is in love with office hugging and kissing, with the door locked of course. You cannot convince me otherwise.

-Say the day comes and she does betray the Fatui, she will make sure you're standing by her side, no matter what. For just like you, she has already planned everything out.

(I feel like there is so much I could write ab her, tbh I might just make a oneshot later.)