#genshin impact panthalone x you

[haileyywrites]

-> You never imagined yourself married to one of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, but your family simply couldn't refuse the high honor when the Regrator himself came knocking on their door asking for your hand. His company left you beyond lonely, but thankfully one of his colleagues is bold enough to entertain you...

-> Childe x fem-reader! (husband!Panthalone x reader)

-> Forced marriage! Angst - this is pretty depressing! This might not be lore accurate and some characters might be ooc - this fic is just for fun and for your reading pleasure!

You had been prepared from a young age to be married off to a man of your parents choosing. It was a terrible reality, but you had grown to accept it long ago and simply lived your days of freedom to their fullest until that day. Never would anyone have foreseen that your fated husband would be one of the Tsaritsa's elite lieutenant's - the Regrator, 9th of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

You had little clues as to how he even knew of your existance to the point of wishing to marry you, but as member of the Fatui he seemingly knew everything about everyone. It wasn't like he didn't also gain something from this union - your family had some assets and connections he would benefit from. It was likely largely due to that he chose you as his bride. He seemed to enjoy dressing you up and having you hang off of his arm, to him you were like a fine accessory no one else could or would dare compete with.

Due to his status you could have anything and everything you could ever wish for, but also due to this you would rarely be allowed outside of the icy palace walls - for your own safety, he would say... The Zapolyarny Palace was cold and dark, yet beautiful. There was no chatter to be heard in the eerie quietness of the long halways that seemed to stretch into eternity. The servants and members of the Fatui would occasionally hurry through the halls and make some sound, but otherwise it felt like a deserted castle long forgotten that you were trapped in all alone.

The Regrator or Panthalone, was as decent as a man like him could be. He treated you with respect, even if you were just a fancy edition to his collection of invaluables, you were a status or an ego booster for him... He rarely had time for you and even if he did he didn't much care for spending time with you beyond dinners that he insisted you eat together, unless he is out of the country. Sometimes he would require your presence, but he treated you more like an assistant than a wife.

You weren't able to even see your family outside of special events or unless permited by him. He was a busy man, constantly engrossed in his work and thus didn't have time to entertain your every request on a whim. You weren't entirely sure if he made excuses as to why he declined so often to be cruel or for some other reason you couldn't wrap your head around... Either way, you were effectively isolated in your beautiful yet lonely prison as you slowly became a shell of a person.

That was until one day that you met a certain man who would do his best to change that. A man who made your heart beat again when you thought it had withered away into dust.

You had woken up to see fresh snow falling from the sky to paint the landscape freshly white. You decided to go outside and watch it for a time, as there wasn't much else for you to do on a daily basis. You didn't inherit your husbands rank or duties - you were simply there... There wasn't a day you didn't feel completely out of place in the palace amongst Her Excellency's most loyal and elite followers. You respected deeply and recognized her as your god, but you had no place amongst the Fatui or beside your husband.

You arrived to the chilly outside, everything was covered with a fresh white coat of snow. The snow crunched under your steps as you made your way through the courtyard you had cone to know like the back of your hand. You could find your way through the entire palace inside and outside with your eyes and ears closed by now... Some part of you still found the familiar sight rather beautiful, despite it being nothing you hadn't seen before a thousand times.

Your attention was soon overtaken by the sound of weapons clashing and joyous laughter - something that had become completely foreign to you after your marriage and move to the palace. Without a thought you chased after the sound, with your curiosity getting the better of you. After turning the corner you arrived at the training grounds which were occupied by Fatui Agents, as per usual. But they weren't training this time, instead most stood around watching intensly at something...

You made your way around to see what had caught their attention like this and you saw a group of agents fighting a tall man with ginger hair. Despite their numbers and size they stood no chance against him, as he took them down with ease. He was fast and agile, yet hit them hard with blows that sent even the largest of them flying back! Just watching gave you a lild adrenaline rush and made you excited - a feeling you had all but forgotten!

After he was done with them he laid his striking blue eyes on you. He stared intensely at you, as if he was trying to figure you out somehow. He broke the eye contact to tell the men to keep training as he began his approach towards you... You simply stared back unwaveringly, yet crossed your arms as nervousness settled in along with the increasingly cold weather. The man stopped a few feet away from you and smiled.

“I don't suppose it would be too rude of me to ask you your name, my lady?” He asked with a friendly tone.

You smiled back politely and told him your name before responding, “Might I know who you are then?”

“Tartaglia, but I also go by Childe. Which ever works for you.” He gave you a close eyed smile.

“Hm, I hope I haven't disrupted you and your men. If I'm not too much of a bother, I would like to stay and observe for a while longer.”

“You haven't, you just caught my attention since I haven't seen a fine lady like you around here before.” He had been out of Snezhnaya for some time and hadn't caught up with everything yet.

“Then, please - continue.” You motioned towards the training grounds.

Hours had easily passed by without you noticing as you watched Tartaglia beat and train his men with your full attention. He was a formidable fighter and was able to use all kinds of weapons with ease, yet he had become sloppier while trying to show off to you with flashy attacks and stolen glances. Everytime he would win he turned towards you and gave you a proud look, it was rather endearing...

Soon your attention was brought to the sound of approaching footsteps and you were quite taken aback by the sight of your husband walking towards you. That signature smile of his resting on his lips, it was so fake that it felt insulting to look at it... You quickly straightened your posture and brushed off your clothes to appear more presentable. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever he had come all this way for.

You weren't the only one to notice him as Tartaglia had beginning to approach you two out of curiosity.

“Hello, my dear. It appears you have been distracted as you've forgotten all about our dinner.” His voice was calm but he was clearly annoyed by this.

“I'm deeply sorry, it won't happen again.” You lowered your head, your eyes glued to the ground beneath you.

“I shall hope not. Let's go.” He curtly replied.

“Regrator! I didn't realize you knew her.” Tartaglia mirrored your husbands fake smile.

“Ah, yes. It seems I haven't had the opportunity to introduce you two properly yet, though it seems you've met in some capacity already.” He eyed you both.

“Yes, but I only know her name.” Tartaglia said.

“Well then, let me introduce you to my new wife. Unfortunately you weren't here during our wedding, otherwise I would have introduced you sooner.” He pulled you closer to him.

Somehow everything he said spelled "she's mine" even though you had just met Tartaglia earlier today. It would be foolish to assume he was somehow jealous, as it was just possessiveness over owning you rather than him actually caring about you. People were allowed to admire what was his or comment on it, but to touch or to talk was crossing the line, apparently...

It did confuse you on why he came to collect you himself instead of sending a servant or another member of the Fatui. Every decision of his spinned your head while trying to wrap your head around, but perhaps it was a good sign you didn't understand his line of thinking...

“Oh, I see. Congratulations then.” His smile was anything but genuine - the polar opposite of his smiles before.

“Thank you. Regrettably we must be on our way now.” Panthalone took hold of your arm and began walking away before anyone had time to say anything else.

The dinner was eaten in mostly silence as your thoughts wandered back to Tartaglia and how he made you feel emotions of all kind, emotions you hadn't felt in a long time now. It wasn't like you had anything to talk about with your husband anyway... He wasn't interested in the pointless things you had done today - or any other day and you didn't wish to listen to him talk about hisrecent or investments and ideas.

There was no spark, no connection, no curiousity... Nothing. You felt absolutely nothing for each other and that would never change, yet you were boumd together for the rest of your miserable lives.

Your parents would have a stroke if they found out you were thinking of another man while laying next to your husband in bed. Your thoughts were not inappropriate, but it was still wrong. But you couldn't help yourself... Meeting Tartaglia had made you feel something again, you loved how colourful and expressive he was. While others might find it tiring or annoying - to you he was a breath of fresh air and you wanted to be by his side all the time.

You wanted to feel alive again, you wanted to laugh and smile genuinely again... You wanted to live a life worth living and he made it so. Perhaps if the circumstances were different you would feel differently about him or not care about him at all, but it didn't matter.

Anytime you didn't have to be by your husbands side you would be at his. You had reassured Tartaglia that if your presence was bothersome or he was simply busy that you wouldn't take it to heart if he turned you away. Still, he never did. He was an honest man - he would have told you to leave him alone politely but frankly if he truly didn't wish for your company. At times you would talk on and on for hours, other times you would watch him train and sometimes you would help him with his necessary paperwork. You were just glad to be in his presence and he felt the same...

You always made sure to be by your husbands side on time ever since the incident. Whenever your presence was required or requested you would be by his side on time and with a smile convincing enough to fool almost anyone. But people weren't fools or blind, as they still noticed your fondness towards one of his colleagues... While none dared to say anything or in anyway insinuate your supposed infidelity, but rumors flew and spread like wildfire inside the palace.

You weren't entirely sure what to make of Panthalone and his opinion on these rumors... You got the clear feeling that he wasn't happy about them, but he refused to bring it up and as long as he didn't - you continued to seek out the company of his fellow Harbinger. You were slightly terrified that one day he would ask you to stop seeing him, what would you do then? He was your husband, wheter you loved him or not.

Being with Tartaglia made you feel so incredibly happy as if it was right, but you knew how wrong it was to thread the line you two danced around. He was the opposite of your husband in every possible way, being with him was so incredibly draining... But with Tartaglia you somehow you felt as if soulmates truly existed and he was yours. That you were meant for each other - made for each other.

You were under no illusion of his nature and his deeds, yet you couldn't care less... He was the one you longed for, who your soul longed for. He was the one to bring a smile to your face, he was the one who caused you to cry while laughing as your stomach started hurting from it. How could you care about anything else but being by his side every second of the day?

Sadly, real life was not like your daydreams or fairytales you've read... Real life was that you were married to a man who would never let you go - no matter how unhappy you both were or would become. Owning you was simply too valuable for him to ever let you go and nothing would change that.

Even when you let yourself go and indulge your feelings, you couldn't escape reality... Your lips had barely touched for a second, you didn't want to pull away. You didn't want to let go of him or of this moment, but you knew what the consequences of being seen or found out could be. It wasn't right no matter how much it felt like it...

“What's wrong?” Tartaglia cupped your cheek tenderly.

“I'm sorry, I can't do this...” You responded with tears in your eyes.

“Is it because of him?” He asked in a rather sad tone.

You didn't respond and he knew the answer. You held your hand over his for a moment - enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours, before turning your body away from him. You couldn't face him or anyone else right now. The tears were so close to falling and you were so close to breaking...

“This is goodbye, Ajax. I'm sorry...” You whispered.

He didn't stop you despite his wishes to do so, every fiber of his being was screaming to not let you go - to not let you leave like this! But he did...

You were not his to chase after. However much he too believed that you belonged together, he would likely never even have met you if you weren't married to your husband. He held no loyalty to the Regrator, but you were his wife and thus belonged to him... If you chose to be loyal and go back to him, he had no right to ask you to stay or change your mind.

The universe had brought two people perfect for each other together, yet it wasn't meant to be.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from but here it is lol Like and or reblog if you want <3