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it-happened-one-fic · 2 years ago

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Play the Fool - Dottore (Part 2)

Author's Notes: And so the fic continues to progress far beyond what was planned. At this point I really don't know how many parts this fic will end up having, at least 4.... I do hope everyone can keep enjoying it though. Just like the previous part I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that

Word Count: 1775

Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady

{Part 1}, {Part 2: You're Here!}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}, {Part 5}

EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)

Out. Out. Out. The word had rung through my mind in the most unforgiving fashion as Dottore’s red-eyed stare had held my own gaze.

A frown had creased my brows as I’d looked down at him, “Out. You want to get out of this tank or out of this building?”

“Both.” He’d been utterly confident that he could succeed. I could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. And that was what had told me something very simple, and that had determined the actions that had led me to this present moment. Musing about my very first interaction with the merman that currently swam through the tank.

“You have a plan,” I’d paused before continuing, crossing my arms in a small show of refusal to be totally overwhelmed by him. “One that involves me.”

When I’d finished, a purely villainous smile had curved across his face. He’d known his plan would work, which meant he’d known even then that I would agree to take part in it.

That thought was enough to have me frowning yet again in the present. Especially when I recalled the shudder-inducing reply that had rolled off his tongue like the richest of honeys, “Precisely.”

If I’d ever doubted that Dottore was a dangerous man, I certainly didn’t now. Despite all my caution, I’d done exactly what he wanted, and he’d prepared for exactly that. Pointing out that it was a matter of time before the Fatui’s scientists came back to finish the job and kill him off. And where would that leave me?

Jobless, untrained, and knowing far too much about the Fatui’s inner workings to simply be released.

It was either help Dottore or wait until he and I both got killed. One path led to certain doom, and the other could be just as deadly if I didn’t watch my steps very carefully. Dottore was risky, but despite how much I hated it, he was my only chance just as much as I was his.

And so I waited for him to hatch his plot.

It was a simple plan, and I had a simple part to play. But everything hinged on Fatui being foolhardy enough to not catch on to what Dottore was doing.

But thus far, no one had noticed the merman carefully growing algae under the guise of conducting underwater experiments. But I watched.

Watched as that sickly green slowly began to spread across the tank’s walls with unimpeded growth despite all of the scientists’ best efforts to engineer something to remove it.

It was almost impressive that Dottore was willing to create something that could so destroy his environment and potentially kill him if all didn’t go well, all in the name of getting ‘out.’

I stood as the head scientist, one of the ones who’d originally betrayed the finned harbinger, approached. A deep frown was on the man’s face as he eyed the now disgusting tank that was filled with brackish water and one scheming merman who was already growing sick from his environment.

“Sir, I’m going to have to physically clean the tank or he will die,” I bowed as I spoke. Keeping up the pretense that I knew the exact same amount of information as I’d been giving the day I’d been hired.

Nothing.

Cold eyes darted to where I stood as the man seemed to register my presence for the first time. But the scientists never had noticed me unless I was intervening to keep another drowning from happening. And I hadn’t done that in quite some time. Not since I'd accepted the deal offered by the finned demon behind me.

“That would require removing him and draining the entire tank, and that is very risky,” There was a sneer to his words as he looked down his nose at me. Obviously not even considering my words, despite the fact he had no other options.

“At this point, it is our only option. Otherwise, we will simply have to leave him be and let Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa’s pet perish without even trying to save him or whatever it is that he may have to offer to the Fatui.”

It was a leap of faith, but I’d long pondered why they’d kept Dottore around for so long. If they just wanted him dead, they could have killed him long before I’d been hired. The only excuse was if he had or knew something they needed, and that would also explain why so many scientists had so foolishly placed themselves at risk of drowning.

Maybe, just maybe, the merman held the key to something that these scientists and the Fatui as a whole needed.

Incensed by my assertion, the man’s nostrils flared. He was fixing to snap at me. I could see that from a mile away and braced myself for his tempestuous rage. But he didn’t get to say or do anything since someone else joined the conversation.

“Indeed, that wouldn’t do. What would you recommend, caretaker?” Faux politeness dripped from the ninth harbinger’s voice.

This was the man who hired me in the first place. Regrator was his codename, but he was also called Pantalone. I hadn’t seen him since he’d brought me in and left me here after informing the group of scientists that I would be taking care of Dottore in their stead. To see him now was… Concerning.

The first time I’d spoken without having been addressed and had asserted a view all my own, a harbinger had appeared. It added new weight to Dottore’s assertion that I would be killed the very moment that I wasn’t of any use.

“If it pleases you, the tank can be drained so that I can clean it. During that time, a smaller tank that can be moved with more ease could be used to hold the merman.” I spoke carefully, clearly enough to be heard but not so loud that I’d seem outspoken. I needed to appear humble and unassuming if this plot would ever succeed.

“Why a tank that can be moved with ease?” The head scientist jumped on my words in a second, and I fought the urge to cast a glance back towards the mastermind, who’d left the difficult matter of convincing everyone entirely up to me.

“It is my understanding that all of the smaller tanks have easily removable lids…. I fear that having him in such a tank in the same area with so many people nearby could prove disastrous,” I lowered my head, making myself appear unsure even as I attempted to convince them of the plot without giving away anything.

“You fear he will kill some of the staff here?” Pantalone spoke up once more, clarifying my statement with a musing tone, and I looked up to see him gazing at me with a me thoughtful expression.

“Yes, my lord. I fear such a thing could occur should he be given the opportunity.” He nodded at my quiet confirmation, and I prayed he’d buy it.

It was an airtight excuse, though. Dottore did not have the best record of sparing individuals who left themselves open to attack. In fact, so far as I knew, I was the only person who’d put themselves in such a risky position without ending up dead or being saved by me.

“A valid concern. Very well. We will proceed with the draining, and you will clean tonight, when there are fewer people here to lessen the risk. We will also put him in a smaller tank that you can wheel outside this room.”

I could hardly believe my ears as Pantalone gave his orders. I couldn’t have asked for a better situation for a daring prison break if I’d been picking and choosing as I liked.

In fact, it almost seemed too good. But I couldn’t afford to be picky, not when I was dealing with the situation I was handling at the moment.

So I would play the fool once more and go along with yet another harbinger’s scheme, even though I knew of the potential risks.

The head scientist himself seemed less than pleased with Pantalone’s words, but he didn’t protest as the harbinger strolled out. Leaving people to begin scurrying about to move the much-feared merman into a far smaller tank that was strangely ready for everything that was occurring. Almost like it had already been prepared.

I looked into the tank to see Dottore swimming about, his tail flicking in a sluggish manner that showed exactly how much his algae was already affecting him.

He paused only briefly to look towards me before turning to swirl around in another area of brackish water as machinery descended from above to catch him in the net that would move him.

A hand landed on my shoulder, and I was roughly turned to face the head scientist, who was looking down at me with glaring eyes, “If something goes wrong, it will be on your head. And not even a harbinger can protect you if you displease the Tsaritsa.”

With only those words, a poorly concealed threat, he shoved me away from him and towards the tank that Dottore had just been dropped into. Almost like he was hoping the merman would drag me into the water and kill me for him.

A spray of water was sent into the air as water splashed out of the far smaller tank, and Dottore turned to press himself against the glass. Something akin to a hiss leaving his mouth as he looked towards the head scientist.

It was almost satisfying to see the man back away at the sound that came from the merman behind me. Dottore was certainly doing a good job of keeping up his act as a wild merman who could not be trusted and would kill the scientists the instant he was given the chance to.

No one drew any closer as ever more machinery placed the lid on Dottore’s new, smaller tank and clicked the locks down in place.

People parted around Dottore’s tank, giving both me and the merman a wide berth as I pushed him out of the room to wait.

As soon as we were alone, my fingers tapped lightly on the thick glass, and his hand pressed against where I’d touched. “I’ll be back in a bit after I finish cleaning that tank of yours,” My voice was low as I spoke, and I briefly glanced down to see him looking at me.

He didn’t nod his head, nor did his facial expression change. Instead, all he did was pull his hand away from where my fingers rested, in silent agreement.

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boothillzvhs · 1 year ago

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pearlywritings · 1 year ago

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Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife. PART 2

pairings: Capitano, Kaveh, Tighnari, Zhongli x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort; hybrids, unwelcomed courting, kind of female objectification (all in Tighnari's part)

word count: 6.9k+ words

a/n: part 1 and part 3 can be read here!

Capitano

Fast elegant fingers of a pianist run across the keys of black and white and the violins in the hands of other musicians are there to serve together with the chorus of beautiful voices, selected by Lady Columbina personally. The music infiltrates the souls of the nobles present, filling them with the sense of grandeur and glory, touching even their harsh unfeeling hearts.

The atmosphere of the gathering is gratifying, would’ve even been endearing if not for the stately figures of the Harbingers standing on both sides of the throne, where the Tsaritsa would've been seated had she not decided to refrain from attending it altogether. She has more important matters to take care of, and nine of her most loyal servants can definitely fill in her place on that yearly event.

Sure, this year it is more important since the two Harbingers are missing and the seats stay vacant - it's been the talk of the nation. Who is going to be nominated? Can it be influenced? Will they claim the names today?

Is the mysterious Commander, whose arrival became the topic of multiple speculations, be the one? A fierce warrior many heard of, but almost none saw face to face. The man was believed to be as powerful as the 11th Harbinger or maybe even the 10th! Having an army and an establishment of his own on the farthest line of the Snezhnayan border, he still is under the command of Lord Capitano, which makes it even harder to fish any more information than what is already known to the public.

"I only heard about him. He and his troops are protecting our borders from the monster's invasion in the North."

"Ew, who would've wanted to live in the North! It's much harsher than all the Snezhnaya."

"Shush, the Commander is wealthy and respectful, you can bear some cold."

"What do you imply?"

"The Commander is unmarried, there is no way he isn't, not with a life like this. But it can always be changed, and the woman he takes as wife would be one of the luckiest ones!"

"You are right… Maybe he is actually handsome. Maybe he'd be even willing to buy a whole mansion for his promised one and not take her with him to that awful place. Maybe…"

Maybe, maybe, maybe. It travels through the crowds like a storm in its wake, eventually reaching the Harbingers, who, for the first time after appearing and greeting the already arrived, stop resembling the statues. Eyes shift among the people and each other; some gazes hold interest, some - annoyance. Only Pantalone has an ever present smile on his face, fingers clasped in front of him and sapphire rings sparkle in the ballroom light.

"Looks like Capitano's estimated soldier caught everyone's attention. My, my, how curious and nosy the people can be…"

"I understand the curiosity though," admits Childe, arms crossed to prevent laying even a finger on his blade, that is resting on his hip. "This person sounds like an interesting specimen… I've heard of his talents in both strategy and tactics, and it seems like his strength is a legend. I'd love to spar with him."

"Oh you, thinking only about fights, young man," Pulcinella disapprovingly shakes his head and raises his cane to point in the gingerhead's direction. "I highly doubt our guest will have time to spare, considering the period of time concerning the stay that was mentioned in the letter we received."

"And I believe the majority of that time would be spent with Il Capitano, isn't it right?" Columbina's soft voice must be drowning in the music, but everyone hears her loud and clear.

"..." The Harbinger stays silent and nothing can be read from his body language since he is the only one remaining still in his place, his huge looming figure resembling one of the full-set armor nobles like putting in their halls as a part of interior. Except this one isn't empty.

"So much potential to become my test subject, to be perfected... Yet lost to the lands of Northern regions," Dottore huffs in disappointment, his sharp teeth peaking when he clicks his tongue. "Say, Pierro, can't things be rearranged? I'd happily have our dear border protector as my underling."

The silence between the nine suddenly becomes thick. There is something indescribably tense in the air and only Childe can't understand why some of his colleagues seem to be more interested in how the Captain would react and not the 1st of the Harbingers..

"You know why this can't be rearranged, Dottore," the stare of an icy blue eye would pin everyone to the ground, destroying their will and order to obey, though doing little to scare the Doctor. "And it was favored by the Tsaritsa herself."

The finality of the short statement makes the scientist back down from the proposition he's been bringing up every time the topic touches the Commander, yet ending up the same way as always - with an ultimate rejection.

Three heavy thuds make everyone in the room fall silent. Many heads turn to look at the ceremonial staff hitting the floor the last time and staying still in the hand of a tall, thoroughly dressed man.

"The protector of the Northern border, the glorified and esteemed warrior of Her Majesty Tsaritsa, The Commander has arrived," the master's of ceremonies voice carries like a thunderclap, cutting off the quite leisurely music the orchestra was playing for the dances and entertainment.

The rustle of note sheets is fleeting and not a moment later the musicians straighten in their seats, taking a deep breath. Trumpets boom in a spacious room and make nobles shiver in surprise, some especially susceptible women even lean on their partners for support. The choir and the violins join the triumphant song the brass instruments sing, signaling that the time has come.

Everyone holds their breath as the tall heavy doors leading to the ballroom are being pulled open. Everyone has their gaze glued to a slowly growing gap. Everyone keeps their eyes wide open, afraid that even one blink can cost them missing the legendary sight.

Everyone gasps.

The tall figure enters, posture straight and shoulders squared, confidence evident in every step. Black satin clothes are adorned with golden chains and intricate patterns. The white military coat stayed resting on the shoulders - showing off the position, the closeness to the Harbingers. And then there is the face - a scar crossing the left brow, calm bored eyes, not sparing anyone a glance, which do not fit the other female features of your face.

Yes, the Commander happens to be a woman.

Stopping by the steps leading to the throne, you bow - not kneel, bow, - holding your open palm by the heart and respectfully closing your eyes. Music stops.

“Greetings, my lords. Let Tsaritsa bless you and your mission.”

“Let Tsaritsa bless you and your service to her,” Pierro says, raising his hand. “Lift your head,” which you do, looking him right in the eyes, yet still holding your hand by the chest. “There is time for duties and there is time for entertainment. And tonight, given your rare visits to the capital, I suggest you enjoy the latter.”

“Much obliged, Lord Pierro.”

And with a wave of the older man’s hand, the orchestra starts a new composition, waking up the ones who were in a daze, reminding others they are here for drama.

And the first one to take action is the 11th Harbinger.

“Commander, Sir- I mean, Lady?” The gingerhead is the closest to you out of all his colleagues, having only to descend a few steps to be on your level. “I’ve heard a lot about you, many admirable things. How do you look at sparring?”

“Right in the middle of a ballroom? Quite positively, young man,” your lips twist in a half-smirk, baring a sharp pearly canine. “But I believe the nobles have already had enough shock to take and rumors to create. Maybe another time. Haven’t seen you before though. Are you new?”

“Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, Lady Commander.”

“Ma’am would be enough,” you click your tongue, glancing behind and noticing how slowly, but surely some of the aristocrats are inching towards you, clearly interested in conversation, Well, you are not. “On second thought, starting a duel right now and here doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”

“I’ve always known you are quite insane,” Arlechino butts her way in the conversation, giving you only a small nod as a greeting. You simply glance at her.

“For years I’ve been hearing of my insanity, think of something new,”

“How about, ��the one who knows no limits’?” Pantalone’s smile is as dazzling as it’s fake and sometimes your hands are itching to strangle the man. Maybe even go all the way out and bite his head off. Literally.

“The only ones who know no limits are the wind and the stupidity. I’m neither. Who I am though,” your gaze travels higher, to the steps closest to the Tsaritsa’s throne, to there Pierro and the first three Harbingers are standing, “is a wife. And I’d like to have a dance with my husband.”

Not many heard your words, but the ones who did, gasp loudly, staring at you with wide eyes. Which get even wider when Il Capitano, a seemingly motionless statue before, turns in his place and, without a pause, steadily descends to you. Now, as you are standing so closely it becomes evident how obviously your outfits match. The chains, the patterns, even the precious stones - everything. Perhaps it is terrifyingly cute. Perhaps it's cutely terrifying.

“Husband,” your smile again, offering him your hand, which he immediately envelopes in his big clawed one.

“Wife,” is the first word the big figure rumbles for the evening, the void of its helmet staring at you. And that’s all you speak to each other, hearing the beginning of another melody and turning to join the dancing pairs.

“...What was that?” Childe voices what’s been plaguing the minds of the attendees. “First the Commander appears to be a woman, and now she is married to the Lord Il Capitano?” He glances at Pulcinella, who joins his side and decides to watch the pair that caused a commotion have their fun. “Do they not use their names?”

“They find no sense in them,” the Rooster answers just the last question. “And,” he lowers his voice and the ginger has to bend down to hear the next words, “I didn’t tell you that, but the Captain really loves calling her his wife. So be quite cautious while seeking a fight with her. You might end up impaled. By either of them.”

Kaveh

With a soft smile you watch a group of children merrily leaving their classroom, interrupting each other in attempts to tell everyone how exciting the lesson was. They do not forget to grin and wave at you, passing by, and you return the sentiment, contently observing their happy faces and sparkly eyes.

Every time this happens, a strange sense of fulfillment overtakes you - supporting and sponsoring Kaveh was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. The greatest architect of nowadays is offering his guidance to the young generation, teaching them everything about beauty and practicality, helping them to develop their own creative vision, and at the same time boosting the confidence of kids of all ages. And you couldn’t be prouder of him.

Him, who meticulously prepares for every single lesson. Him, who is oh-so-gentle with his words and precise in his speech. Him, who teaches both Sumeru citizens and people coming from abroad. Him, who is as passionate about it, as he is about his designing job, telling you every single detail of how the lessons went on your way home or over the dinner. Him, who is happy and who makes you happy too with that fact alone.

When the last kid leaves, marking the ending of the final class for today, you glance at the clock. Now Mister Meticulousness will need half an hour to tidy up the classroom and put all the tools away. Tomorrow is free from classes at his (he always corrects your as in the both of you) school, so you can collect your stuff as well - after all, being the manager of this establishment and Kaveh specifically requires your presence. You can be strict and unyielding whenever he can’t and this partnership proves to be successful every day.

Just as you are writing down some financial staff, there is a soft knock on the doorframe. Immediately lifting your eyes you hum, observing a very good-looking woman and a boy, shyly holding onto her hand.

“Hello, how can I help you?” With a quill laid on top of your accounting book, you stand and round the table, offering the two to step closer.

“Ah, hello, miss…” eyes with long, pretty lashes flit to the name tag attached to your clothes, “...Y/n. This is master Kaveh’s artistic school, am I correct?”

“Yes, you are. Are you here to sign your boy up for a class?” You offer her son a sweet smile and he answers you with a small lift of his lips.

“Mhm. You see, he is a big fan of master Kaveh and his works - can study the pictures of his designs taken by Kamera day and night.”

At that, the boy lowers his gaze and blushes a little, digging a hole in the ground with the tip of his shoe.

“Oh, really?” A gasp that escapes your chest is one of excitement. “That’s marvelous! I am sure your hopefully soon-to-be-teacher will be very interested in hearing your opinion of his works, young connoisseur,” he giggles, lifting his eyes at you again, and there you see undisguised delight. “Oh, but my bad, I didn’t ask your names…”

The woman’s lips bare two rows of perfectly white teeth as she smiles at you, introducing herself and her son.

“We are from Fontaine actually. But my parents wanted to spend some indefinite period of time in Sumeru for their health and we decided to join them. So while we are here, I thought I’d make my son’s dream come true.”

“That’s so nice of you,” you can’t help but admire her a little for that. “I can tell you first a little about our school, you’ll ask all the questions you need to, and then I’ll show you around. Kaveh should be done with cleaning by then, so there’s a big chance you’ll even talk to him personally.”

“Really!?” That’s the first time throughout your entire interaction when the boy opens his mouth and actually makes a sound. “Master Kaveh is here right now?”

“He is. But can’t promise a long conversation - there are still blueprints waiting for him back at home.

“Ah, right… He is the great architect after all,” the woman hums, staring to the side as if in thought. “Between the commissions he takes and this school he must be making good money. Not to mention so handsome…”

Oh… What a familiar tone, what a familiar look in those eyes. Suddenly that ounce of respect you felt for her disappears.

“Money is irrelevant to him as long as he reaches his goal,” is your restrained response.

“Ah, of course! Handsome, sweet, kind, good with kids and is not a snob. Sweety, you ought to charm him for me!” She pinches her son’s cheek. “Imagine Master Kaveh as your daddy!”

Oh Archons, again?

There is absolutely no doubt that the light of Kshahrewar is not only well-known and popular among kids, but is thirsted after by women. In a half of a year your school has been existing, there were numerous times when moms of little students made comments alike or some single females trying to schedule private sessions with the architect. What a sagacious decision it was to make group studying only, it saves you some drama, once the legal document is shown. Though there are exceptionally persistent examples…

But this time you pity the kid a little, because he genuinely seems to admire Kaveh. And his next words make you internally cheer for the little guy.

“Master Kaveh as my dad? But mom, I have a dad already,” the boy pouts, rubbing at the pinched cheek. You notice a red mark and two little crescent moons that her nails left on a tender skin. “I love him and don’t need another one.”

“Sweety, you just don’t understand how great it would be to have such a dad! Just trust my word-”

“Ahem, Madame, I kindly ask you to deal with your family affairs once you are out of here. As for the school - I am open for discussion.”

The displeased way she glances at you doesn’t go unnoticed, but you do not show it anyhow, calmly staring back at her, while your hand reaches up to your chest. As if finally remembering her initial reason for coming here with her son, the woman sighs and puts a palm on the boy’s shoulder.

“Of course, miss- I’m sorry I forgot your name…” And her eyes flit to the name tag again.

Momentarily the woman squints from the light reflecting on the metal, and when she blinks the bright spots away, there is a beautiful golden ring on your hand. The hand that is holding the flipped tiny plate with just two words engraved in it.

"Kaveh's wife"

With widened eyes she stares back at your sweetly polite smile. Not saying a word as if letting the notion sink in, you walk to the wall. Grabbing the backs of two chairs you drag them to your table so they could sit, and take your rightful place in front of them.

“If you are here for something aside from or instead of signing your son up for classes, I believe my name should be irrelevant to you. My status though,” you knock a nail twice on the badge, “must. So… what are you here for, Madame?”

The boy climbs onto his chair right away, while his mother tarries a little, still shocked by the revealed fact and your suddenly changed demeanor. She needs a couple more seconds to compose herself, but eventually she too sits down.

Despite what happened earlier, your conversation proves to be fruitful and fifteen minutes later you are showing around the school, sharing some additional information and answering every single of the kid’s questions.

When in the last room you find your husband, closing Mehrak and looking ready to leave, the boy lets out a gasp. The sound attracts the man’s attention, and he turns to the three of you with a soft smile.

“Oh, hello there, little guy!” The blond waves at him, breaking the blissful stupor of a child that immediately turns red and hides behind his mother. Surprised, Kaveh looks at you for explanation but, instead, takes notice of your name’s replacement. Oh wow, this again. What was the last time you did that? Two weeks ago?

“Ah, Master Kaveh!” The woman charmingly smiles, batting her lashes at him, which would’ve made you cringe had it never happened before. “You see, my son-”

“Pardon me, Madame, give me a moment,” the male softly interrupts her and reaches for a similar metal plate on his chest with his own name to flip it. It’s almost comical how sour the temptress’s face got in a second.

And there is what for. Now two words are proudly matching yours, engraved in an equally beautiful cursive to remind the world who the two of you become once stripped of your names.

Just his ”Y/n’s husband” to your “Kaveh’s wife”.

And like that one more kid takes part in your lovely school and one suitor less is after one of its founders.

Tighnari

With each passing day of your team’s research in the desert you found it harder and harder to control yourself. Some days you were even on the verge of clawing and biting, tail and ears twitching in annoyance and pupils turning into wild slits, making your hybrid nature more obvious.

Was it because of the research? No, it couldn’t be farther - your colleagues have been making so much progress, heeding your advice and following your lead. Was it the location perhaps? A little, but you learnt how to deal with heat and dryness. Was the process taking too much time? On the contrary, you are on your way home already, having finished the job 4 days earlier than you estimated in the beginning.

Then what on earth could possibly trigger you like this?

Well…

“Hey, forest foxy, want me to catch the Consecrated Flying Serpent for you?”

Ah yes, him.

Never again will you trust the higher ups at the Akademiya to sponsor your team with the bodyguards. Out of every possible candidate, your Herbad-titled colleague concluded that hiring five descendants of Valuka Shuna would be a marvelous idea.

“They are the desert kind - they’ll be good guides.” “Look how much stronger they are, they’ll definitely protect all of you.” “They are of the same kind as you, Y/n. Don’t you think it’ll be easier for you, as the leader, to have someone akin with you?”

No, it absolutely would not!

Desert fennec hybrids are different from the forest ones - and it’s not even the case of your green and their sandy brown fur or their more brutal physique against your more delicate one. It’s their character and world perception. You’ll never call them barbarians, but they really developed more of the animal nature than your kind did.

And from day one it was a pain in the butt.

One of your five new bodyguards was clearly the leader - he was bigger and broodier, with more scars littering his body, and his whole stance was screaming of a higher position. When you were introduced for the first time, something lit up in his grayish eyes, which were looking you over appreciatively. You ignored that, more focused on the discussion of the upcoming expedition and making sure the five were aware of what was required of them.

Luckily they were, and, admittedly, they did fulfill their task meticulously, proving to be great help. If only one of them wasn’t so diligent.

You lost count of how many times the leader tried to get into your personal space and you had to move away. Of the numerous invitations to hunt together. Of the endless displays of his strength and abilities. Of the many conversations you didn’t even try to eavesdrop on (they talked pretty loudly) around the topic of when will your shell be cracked and you’d accept the male’s courting attempts.

The answer was obvious, but he just never got it. Even when you called him for a serious conversation on the turning-into-an-issue matter.

“With all respect I must ask you to stop with whatever you’ve been doing to woo me. I have a husband.”

You still remember how he blinked at you dumbly, clear lack of understanding written on the sun-kissed face.

“...and?”

“The heck do you mean ‘and’?”

“Well, you don’t have a mate?”

It was your turn to stare at him speechless, ear twitching and tail curling closer to your legs. It was getting worse than just ridiculous.

“If we are speaking in such terms, then my husband is my mate. So, please-”

You nearly gasped when the male immediately leant closely, violating your personal space and practically stuffing his nose against your neck. Shocked by such lack of shame, you lost the ability to talk or move for a moment, gaping at him sniffing around and humming upon the discovery.

“You don’t wear anyone’s smell on you.”

You were not proud of yourself at that moment, but you absolutely lost it. Sharpened claws dug into his chest and with an angry snarl you pushed him back.

“Get away from me!”

You must’ve been a sight - canines bared and fingers twitching, ready to attack; fur standing on both your ears and tail, signaling your distress and eyes slitted in pure rage while directed at the man in front of you. The worst part? The idiot seemed to like it even more.

“What me and my partner do must be of no concern to you. I told you ‘no’ and I mean it.”

But bold of you was to assume he’d stop. Oh no, it’s gotten worse. Now he was actively calling you a ‘forest foxy’, absolutely abandoning your name and even trying to scent you. It was suffocating - the desert aridity was lighter in comparison to the male hybrid’s pheromones.

Never in all your academic practice have you wanted to return home so badly.

Fortunately, your colleagues quickly caught on to what was going on and always helped you to escape the unwanted interactions. Plus they were equally as mad as you were, because his individual scent irritated their human noses - and that was the main reason why you and Tighnari, both spending a lot of time around other people, did not practice it. Partly, you are sure, this whole situation was the reason for your earlier return - and you were grateful for their understanding.

However, your stubborn suitor did not dream of giving up. Killed desert animals were still offered to you, stories of his legendary battles with monsters were told for the hundredth time (even though no one was interested in listening at that point) and attempts to lure you with the musky smell once again made. Archons, and the green-furred fennec girls from your teens used to dream of that.

Maybe Lesser Lord Kusanali would be merciful and you’ll meet your husband somewhere on your way?

“Herbad Y/n!”

…wow, that was quick. Not Tighnari, but incredibly welcome too.

“Collei!” For the first time in days there is a reason for your soft smile. Which the young girl mirrors, waving at you from not so far away. You notice a couple more of the Forest Rangers at her side, and that sight alone makes you finally exhale in relief. You are so close to being home.

“Master is here too! Want me to get him?”

Oh, Dendro Archon, thank you.

“I’d really appreciate it, dear!” With a quick nod the green-haired apprentice disappears in the bushes, and you turn back to the scholars of your group. It’s time to abuse your power a little. “We are almost at the Devadaha Pool. Since all of you live in Sumeru City I hope you’ll excuse me for staying behind. As for you five,” your gaze moves to the bodyguards and it’s so hard not to rejoice - soon they’ll be just a memory, “I ask you to accompany the rest of my team to the Akademiya. Then you can consider your job done and be free. Keep the payment for the last three days that didn’t happen - think of it as a bonus for a good job.”

All but one eagerly nod and bid you farewell with wishes of getting home safely. And frankly speaking? You couldn’t care less for that one when you spot familiar and oh so dear big pointy ears with an intricate golden earring adorning one of them.

“Tighnari!” You didn’t want to sound so desperate, you really didn’t. But when those forest-like lovely eyes look in your direction, it becomes clear to you - the yearning has gotten unbearable.

“Y/n…” His smile is dazzling and the way his body immediately pushes to walk to you almost makes the memories of the last weeks’ events go away.

The key word - almost.

Someone grabs your elbow when you want to meet him halfway. Oh right, you already forgot about him.

“Let me go, you, imbecile!” And again you have to snarl and be rude, ripping your arm out of the strong hold and quickly darting into your husband’s embrace. The natural smell of the leaves, the flowers, the sweet and bitter concoctions he makes in his home laboratory, comfort you and your whole body goes nearly limp in his hold. It’s been weeks and you are tired of fighting with the brick wall - this time you want your lover to handle it for you.

“Y/n, my lotus, are you alright?” Gentle fingers comb through your hair and scratch at the base of your ears - a whole ass adult, that you are, wants to tear up. But you can only shake your head a no. “Has this man been bothering you?” This time it’s a yes. “I got you, dear.”

“So,” the browny green eyes sharpen upon staring at the cause of your current state, when it starts speaking, “you are that ‘husband’ the foxy has been talking about? I thought you’d be stronger. Or at least taller. Now I see that I was right and you really can’t be her mate.”

“Oh but I am. Not that we have to prove anything to a stranger. Y/n,” he carefully pries your face from his shoulder, caressing your cheek with a beanie pad, “let’s go home. You must be so-so tired.”

“I am, ‘nari. I am exhaus-”

“There’s no smell of you on her and vice versa,” the desert descendent of the Valuka Shuna seems to not be planning to stop. “Her neck is not marked. You let her wander by herself for weeks? And you keep calling her by the name. Her name should've stopped mattering once she became your mate!”

The hand around your waist tenses and you can feel the claws threatening to tear through the gloves he always wears. You don’t need to look at the face of your lover to know how pissed he is. And if Tighnari decides to attack him and tear his tongue out? You will not stop him.

“I am going to say it once and only once. She is not just a mate, she is my wife, by the Sumeru law and by the blessing of the Dendro Archon. And this fact must matter to you more than the case of her name. So fuck off and leave my wife alone. And if you don’t get it in a civil way - this woman is taken. And this territory is mine.”

With that, the Forest Watcher effortlessly lifts you in his arms and, holding you as if a precious bride, turns around to leave. You haven’t looked back once.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed being called your wife,” you quietly confess, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Especially after he didn’t listen when I said that I am.”

Tighnari hums sympathetically, leaning close to rub his nose against yours.

“Will it be okay then if today I address you as my wife only? When we join the other rangers, I mean.”

”...if you think I will be embarrassed - make it a whole week.”

With a soft chuckle your husband plants a kiss on your lips, sealing the deal and promising you tranquil days at last.

“As you wish, wife.”

Zhongli

"...and so Rex Lapis takes the form of a dragon, a majestic creature he was born as - the one of whom the fair maiden would never be scared of. Lady Guizhong's robes flutter in the tender wind traveling among the mountain peaks and caressing the earthly scales of the God's enormous body. His eyes, shiny as gold, gaze at her with an unfamiliar softness as she holds a gentle flower - a delicate gift from her lover, the one that proves that under all that armor is a stone heart capable of love. Heart that is beating for her."

To loud applause the Iron Tongue Tian bows his head, drawing the legend of the gods in love to its end. You cannot bring yourself to clap even politely, both hands on your lap, hidden under the table, twitching when a man beside you lets his gloved palms meet each other a couple of times.

It’s the second time you had to sit and endure the baloney from the very beginning to the very end, not to count all those times you overheard it in passing. From the moment you settled in the Liyue Harbor together with your husband, to live the rest of your incredibly long lives together among the humans, you've been painfully aware of their interpretation of Rex Lapis and his relationship with other immortal beings. Before that you rarely accompanied him during the walks, busy with helping Yakshas and other adepti protect the said humans to grant them a peaceful life - as immortal guardians grew fewer, every single one counted.

Never have you ever imagined that knowing so little of the citizens’ folklore would backfire so hard. It seems that people got somewhat bored listening to the stories of Liyue and Rex Lapis, no matter how many interpretations existed. Literature became more diverse in genres and romantic novels were on top of the list, so street narrators started losing their audience little by little. Before it could grow into something more drastic the new side of history was presented to the public - stories about love among immortals appeared and its freshness and uniqueness caught people’s attention immediately.

In their searches for new material, speakers dug through hundreds of volumes. The main interest was the Lord of Geo, of course. If you have a story of a presumably stone-hearted creature ever having fallen in love with someone - that’s pure gold! But who could you present as a love interest of the Archon? It must be someone very close to him and, obviously, no one is more well-known for that than the deceased Archon of Dust.

You sigh, reaching for your cup and declining Madam Ping’s offer to pour you some more tea - for an unclear reason the fellow adeptus joined you two tonight. You have thousands of years of life behind your existence, a soul hardened by constant battles, and mannerism as polished as a jade statue, yet for a moment you feel concerned that the woman would notice a pang of hurt in the smallest of your features.

Zhongli definitely noticed the first time. It was meant to be a date night - simple, but sweet, with the evening lights, delightful aroma of the finest tea and the tales pouring from skilled tongues reflecting the atmosphere of what your nation really is. However, the luck of the land of trades wasn’t on your side, as someone requested the “Guili legend” as they called it. At first you were confused. Then in disbelief, almost turning to look at your mate, with whom you were bonded long before he became allies with the ash-haired woman. In the end you felt something you thought was beyond you - bitterness.

When you left the restaurant, slowly walking back to your house, Zhongli’s fingers gently touched your elbow, asking for your attention.

“Does it bother you that much, my love?”

Bother you? Well… It does feel insulting when someone speaks of your husband having been in love with someone else, but mortals can’t possibly know the truth for many reasons.

“I can’t say it doesn’t,” you admitted calmly, stopping and turning fully to him. He did the same, gazing at you with a hint of worry in those golden eyes you loved so much. The ones, you knew, always looked only at you. “But it can’t be helped, right? There was a reason and mutual agreement why you, as Rex Lapis, made our union unknown to your people, and now, since you are “dead”? There is no one to tell our story. Don’t worry though,” you put a hand on top of his and smiled, when his other one was laid on top of yours in a gesture of comfort. “I can deal with it. I know you love going to the storyteller’s performances. I’ll just try to ignore what they say about you and Lady Guizhong.”

Sometimes Zhongli thinks he does not deserve you. Ever so patient and understanding, you always had your husband's best interest at heart. Marriage, however, in its basis is a form of a contract, and a good contract is all about both sides being equal in everything. And if you must know one thing about Rex Lapis - he never makes bad contracts.

When the audience calms down, the man decides to make his presence and intentions clear by raising a hand. From the corner of his eye he notices you slightly turning your head to glance at him, and he catches a glimpse of puzzlement in your gaze. He can't help but think how adorable you are, even if you deny it again and again, claiming that nothing can be adorable about a several millennia-old warrior. Maybe not, but his wife definitely is, and he thinks with a primordial pride igniting in his chest, that mating with you was the best decision his past self had ever made.

Reaching under the table he rests his free hand on top of yours, gently squeezing it in reassurance, offering you the warmth of himself, seeping through his glove. Just as your shoulders relax to his delight, the raised hand adorned with rings is finally noticed.

"Ah, Mr Zhongli! Such an honor to see a regular, especially someone as wise as yourself!" Iron Tongue Tian beams with a wide smile, closing his fan and focusing his full attention on the history connoisseur. "I doubt you have questions, given your vast knowledge, and I can't wait to hear what else you can add to this already heart-felt story."

You force your lips not to twitch, hiding behind the tea cup again. Suddenly it tastes bitter. But another squeeze your husband gives your hand doesn't let you dwell on it too much.

"You are correct, I do have some knowledge to offer. However, it might disappoint you, as it will completely destroy the story of the Geo Archon and the Archon of Dust."

The whispers ran through the crowd like a powerful wave, and you can see confusion written over every single face. But also, there is intrigue.

"I took it upon myself,” Zhongli however continues, “to invite Madame Ping to back up my story, as she was the witness to it," the elder woman - a well-known Adeptus that doesn't hide her existence among mortals - nods with a soft smile.

"I read this in legends a long time ago, but remembered only when the 'Guili legend' became popular. Rex Lapis indeed had a lover, however it was not Lady Guizhong," the gasps are almost deafening. Just as your quickened heartbeat.

And for the next hour the man by your side and the elderly-looking woman that joined you tonight proceed to tell the story of the adeptus, who was the first and only to ever bring the Geo Archon to his knees, to be worshiped like a goddess by his eyes, by his words, by his very heart. Of a warrior, whose fierce eyes and valiant nature made a dragon in Rex Lapis roar in delight. Of the woman, who entranced him with her beauty, caring soul and motherly attention directed to other adepti - Madame Ping adds with a laugh of how the two created a parent-like dynamic even before they became official (at that you find it so hard not to turn bashful).

They tell the legend of the silk flowers - the ones you might see everywhere in the vast lands of Liyue. How the Geo Archon personally asked the Dendro Archon for guidance to cultivate the tenderest of flowers, how he taught his people to make the delicate fabric out of it, but even then it couldn’t compare to the skin of his immortal mate.

They tell stories of how annoyed she was when the god turned into a dragon to fall asleep somewhere in the depths of the earth for years without telling her prior, and how he returned with the purest stones and metals and with his own hands forged the pair of matrimonial rings (yes, the ones wrapped around your fingers to this day).

Madame Ping fondly speaks of all those thousands of years of protection the said adeptus spent to make sure that her godly spouse’s people were safe and maybe just a tiny sliver of pride rushes through your heart at the public acknowledgement.

“But she wished not to be known,” the woman sighs and you know she glances at you reproachfully. Well-deserved, given the circumstances you are in right now. “Thus it’s not much of a surprise people made a mistake like that. Besides, you won’t find much information in written sources about her either way.”

“But she must have a name at least!” Someone from the fairly grown crowd exclaims.

“That she does,” Zhongli nods, lacing his fingers with yours under the table, lips tugging in a calm smile, when you squeeze his hand in return. “Though I am afraid it would be pointless to try and find out now - we wouldn’t want to disturb her mourning the departure of her husband, would we? After all, they must’ve loved each other so much.”

“But how can you be so sure?”

“Because,” golden eyes are on you, catching yours, pulling you in, whispering for your soul and heart to get lost in them, “I can understand how this love was born and got to bloom. My wife showed me that.”

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affableramen · 1 month ago

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no nut november. when they try to unnoticeably watch you undress

ᡣ𐭩 mature themes, spicy but not smutty, pre-relationship

ᡣ𐭩 neuvillette, pantalone x fem!reader

Neuvillette

“Here, I wholeheartedly hope you’ll find them to your liking. I’m deeply sorry the rain soaked you, you must have least expected that.”

“It’s alright, though I’m soaked to the bone, I have monsieur Neuvillette taking care of me”, you smile widely at him as he hands you the bag full of clothes. The sovereign dragon had no problem flying to the nearest mall and buying you new clothes in order to replace your soaking ones. You can’t fly, but he doesn’t want you to catch cold right in front of his eyes.

You opened the bag and took a look at the clothes. They were really fancy ones, and Neuvillette’s sharp intuition guided him into the right size.

“Wow, monsieur Neuvillette they are all my size. They should all fit.”

“I’m extremely glad in that case”, he clears his throat. “I will leave you to change. I’ll wait in the vestibule.

“Of course.”

He reached the exit and closed the door behind him but a really thin hole could give a quick peek to someone who was in the room. Neuvillette was above taking that chance and did not plan on witnessing you get rid of your soaked layers of clothes—he’s already probably seen too much, given how your white tight shirt would stick to your cleavage.

He sighed. Perhaps you already started undressing. These nasty thoughts wouldn’t come off from his head and would not leave him alone. Neuvillette entirely missed the moment when he started thinking dirty of you. All this sexual stuff was so new and unlike him. But knowing that you were soaked and changing in his office made him experience the most obscene thoughts lingering on the bottom of his mind.

“Please tell me once you’re finished”, he cleared his throat. “Unfortunately we’re so busy today I cannot give you more time than I would prefer.”

“I understand”, your voice sounds louder, you must be heading right to the door. “I finished, monsieur, and I thank you so much for getting me those.”

Once you open the door you’re met with an incredibly perplexed and almost embarrassed stare.

“Do leave me a receipt, I shall cover them all.”

“Nonsense. It was a gift.”

“I’m afraid I cannot accept gifts from my employer.”

“Please do, after all I’m partially the reason you’re caught up in the rain; had I not asked you on your day off you would not have gotten targeted by unappealing weather conditions.”

“You’re too kind to me, monsieur.”

You go back to your cubicle not realising how deeply Neuvillette experienced desire to see more of you—a single more inch of your delicate skin.

Pantalone

“Here, this should be your size. You agree how this one is less tight and more comfy than your original outfit, don’t you?” Pantalone gives you a sweet smile, his eyes shut when he does so, and his long black eyelashes stand out proudly on his face.

“This should do. If I knew we had a training today, I wouldn’t wear my formal dress at the first place.”

You take the neatly wrapped training sport suit from his indigo-gloved hands and give it a quick quality check.

“This one is really well made. I truly like it.”

“Did you doubt our private tailors?”

“Not one bit, Regrator”, you turn away from him, facing the window, your skin glowing lit and bright in the face of Pantalone’s dark figure.

“Your formal tight-fit dress deserves a reward, sweetie, but you might have difficulties fighting in it.”

“I have no problem wearing the outfit you provided me with”, you say as you start quickly changing. Regrator’s interest is picked when he hears the ruffling of clothes. His ears perk up to each sound coming from you, but he stays turned away, with his back facing you.

“I’m glad if so.”

Just when what seems to be heavy fabric sound dropping onto the floor grabbing Pantalone’s attention, he swallows a heavy feeling in his throat. He knows what part of you is presumably naked right now and fight the urge to not peek. He is a gentleman, not a dog in heat.

But when you unclasp your bra to put the sport top on, Pantalone’s head slowly turns to your side. He takes a very subtle, quick look of the curve of your shoulder and arm. Your back muscles fascinate him. Afraid that you might notice him—what are you going to think?—he immediately looks away and forces a fake polite smile as usual.

“Well, how long am I going to wait? Tick-tock, my dear.”

“Have you never undressed a woman before? Surely you know it’s difficult to be quick.”

“Oh…”

The later process is surrounded by utter silence. Upon you finishing, Pantalone who has been dying every second while you were changing, says at last:

“Not bad.”

“Think so too.” You aim to the exit, but he grabs your shoulder. You’re suddenly stopped, but he immediately softens his touch and loosens his grip, his hand rubbing your shoulder as if giving you a massage. The gesture feels somehow encouraging and intimate at the same moment.

“Be careful, alright? I fancy seeing your body back in one piece.”

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lillaluna · 1 year ago

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morning with genshin men

Pairing: Neuvillette, Kaeya, Tighnari, Childe, Dottore, Zhongli, Wriothesley, Pantalone x f!Reader

NEUVILLETTE

He is not new to getting up early in the morning, and most likely has trouble sleeping at night because of his constant thoughts of court proceedings. He is often plagued by questions about fate and justice, even though he is the personification of justice in Fontaine.

If Neuvillette had a sleepless night, there will be a glass of cool water with lemon waiting for you when you wake up early in the morning, and a light breakfast he just picked up at your favourite restaurant.

And if the Chief Justice managed to fall asleep and sleep through the night, you'll wake up in his strong arms. And this is a definite disadvantage for you, because such a morning is a real test of courage, which begins the moment you make sluggish attempts to leave that warm maelstrom of Neuvillette's loving arms.

Occasionally, you manage to coax Judex into helping you comb his long hair and gather his ponytail. Neuvillette actually likes it when you touch his head and his hair in particular, but he says it makes him too relaxed and sleepy, so he doesn't often allow himself the luxury of your gentle touch before work, leaving it for the evening.

CHILDE

Mornings with Childe are always unpredictable. Firstly, you don't know if you'll wake up with him or if he's already gone. If he's gone, is he already at work or did he just go for a drink of water? But none of that compares to when you both manage to wake up together, because avoiding his hugs and kisses is just as incredibly hard as getting out of them afterwards.

Ajax hates making breakfast. He'd rather be a silent spectator, watching you scurry around the kitchen, than a direct participant, unless, of course, he disturbs you with his kisses on your neck and his unmistakable hints to spend the morning on something more invigorating, in his opinion.

Childe literally makes you walk around the house in his shirt. It started the day you had your first sleepover, and he had to give you his clothes out of necessity, but the moment you came out of the bathroom, embarrassed, in his white shirt, enveloped in his scent, Ajax decided for himself that you should only wear it at home. Forgive him his little oddities, it's only because of his great and fervent feeling for you.

DOTTORE

A morning with Dottore often begins in his laboratory, where you enter with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. This is usually followed by a question from the man asking you what time it is and you smilingly reply that it's morning and he's lost track of time again. And how you adore these moments, when he settles all his affairs, sits down in his black armchair at the desk and you can approach him from behind to stretch his tense shoulders with your gentle fingers. You can't think of a more intimate moment for you, because you alone have the opportunity to see Dottore's moment of fatigue, to stand behind him and see his relaxed silhouette, to see his tired eyes and hear his voice hoarse from long silence.

Another way to start your day might be when Dottore himself returns at dawn to your shared bed. You lie under a warm blanket, hearing the bedroom door close quietly, for the boy thinks you are sound asleep. You hear the sound of his clothes being thrown on the floor somewhere, and then he sneaks under the covers and cuddles your warm, sleepy body. Normally, Dottore is cold, after the lowered temperature in the lab, so you wait patiently while his cold limbs soak up the warmth of your skin as his cold nose burrows into the curve of your neck, noisily sucking in your scent as if it warms him from the inside out.

It's rare, very rare that you get to spend the day together, but when you do, you don't get out of bed for a long time.

PANTALONE

What could be more beautiful than waking up every day on soft, cool silk sheets in the arms of a man you love, who can afford to linger in your arms for as long as he sees fit? You love to wake up before Pantalone, and lie there studying his features until they are relaxed and have that duty smile that you hate with all your heart and often ask him not to smile at you "like that".

But now you blink sleepily as you watch his chest rise and fall slowly, as a few dark curls fall across his face, contrasting mesmerisingly with his snow-white skin. You reach up with your fingers to brush the hair off his face, but Pantalone intercepts your hand, gently squeezing your wrist. He opens one eye, then draws your hand to his lips, and kisses the inside groan of your palm with a light kiss. He lowers your hand to his chest and places it where his heart beats, and usually to this measured pace you fall asleep.

Speaking of breakfast, it's usually something pompous where you get to choose exactly what you want to eat today.

These slow morning rituals, it's your whim, because if Pantalone leaves the house, it's until late afternoon, or deep into the night.

ZHONGLI

Lying in bed isn't exactly Zhongli's thing. No, he lets you do it, but alone, preferring to go to cook for you tomorrow, to brew one of his, and your, favourite teas. Sometimes, you like to come into the kitchen and watch your man fiddling with the household utensils, especially when he's just come out of his morning shower wrapped in just a towel around his hips.

Making Zhongli's breakfast serves as the perfect excuse for you to enjoy the sight of the always so put together Zhongli walking around your kitchen with loose, half-wet hair. The way water droplets drip down his strong, sculpted body while he purrs something under his breath as he brews flavoured tea for the both of you.

On rare days, often weekends, you manage to coax Zhongli to stay in bed longer to bask in each other's arms.

WRIOTHESLEY

Despite Duke Meropid's irregular work schedule, he makes every effort to spend every morning with you, saying it's the best possible start to the day. If Wriothesley does manage to start the morning with you, he'll try his best to keep you from getting dressed for longer, to keep you from cooking tomorrow, to make sure he's the only one paying attention to you. Of course you jokingly resist, saying that you have to take care of him, that cooking breakfast is a very important morning routine, but you quickly give in under the pressure of the duke's charm, who at some point just throws you on his shoulder and carries you out of the kitchen back to the bedroom.

Sometimes when you don't get to be together for very long, due to Wriothesley's busy schedule, you stay at his place of work, even if it's for a few days. He usually works long hours sitting at his desk filling out tonnes of paperwork while you sleep on the sofa next to him, covered in his warm coat. You wouldn't know it of course, but his work would go a lot more smoothly if he wasn't distracted by your sweet sleeping face.

KAEYA

Mornings with the Captain are a lot like mornings with Childe, when you open your eyes in the morning you don't know if you'll find your man around. But there is one situation that is your favourite, secretly from Kaeya of course, and for extra convincing you always swear at him nicely. There are days when the captain comes home early in the morning, while you're still lounging in bed. He's cold, wet, and dirty from the road, but Kaeya unceremoniously piles into your shared bed, hugging you tightly and trying to inhale your scent as deep into your lungs as possible. This awakening of yours usually leads you both into the shared bath, where you happily rub your beloved captain's back, hugging your legs around his waist. You love fiddling with his long hair, insisting that he wear it loose as often as possible when he's at home, and preferably without a shirt on!

If you manage to start the morning together, it's always a long, sweetly torturous effort to leave the bed, even if only for a simple drink of water, let alone a proper breakfast, which will probably carry over to lunch.

TIGHNARI

Needless to say, sleeping with Tighnari is very hot? Despite the fact that he often moves closer to you for a hug in his sleep, you have to move his arms, legs or tail away from you, because sleeping in such heat is unbearable. Even with all your love! But to start your day with morning hugs and kisses, you don't mind at all and you are happy to bury your face in Tighnari's neck or touch his plush ears, while he is peacefully sleeping and in half-sleep puts his head to you for caressing.

The forest guardian takes the first meal seriously, so he has happily taken it upon himself to prepare something tasty and healthy for the both of you.

Sometimes, Tighnari goes on long expeditions, or on forest patrols, and then you have to sleep alone, and as strange as it sounds, you cover yourself with two blankets at those times, just to feel the warmth, just to feel Tighnari's presence a little stronger.

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bunniebubbleswrites · 2 months ago

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My Darling Sapphire

Pantalone x Child! Reader A/N: This defintly isn't my best work, but I've been going through a serious bout of writers block but I'm back for now at aleast until something else hits me with insparation. Warnings: Shitty parents, being abandoned by family Words: 1,604 Summary: Pantalone finds you abaonded in the snow and takes you in as his own. When your family comes along to try and get something out of you, he takes care of it.

8 years ago; Age 4

It was cold. Cold and dark. You could feel the hard ground underneath you. Your eyes grew heavy. You could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, slowly succumbing to the cold.

The sound of footsteps graces your ears, someone was here. They had come back for you. Your eyes shot open; your vision obscured with the heavy storm of snow around you.

“Oh dear, who left you out here all alone.” A voice filtered through your ears. It was cold and stoic with something more sinister underneath. You could make out black hair and a white cloak. The rustle of fabric filled the air and then something warm was wrapped around your small frame.

You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up, one arm up under your legs and the other on your back keeping you close to your rescuer's chest. All you could comprehend was that they were warm and safe, with the energy you had left you pulled the cloak tighter around yourself and leaned as far as you could into their chest as you could.

“Hey, no closing your eyes now.” It was a man’s voice, and it was kinder now, kinder than before. You fought to keep your eyes open, all the while the snow was blowing through the empty streets of the city.

6 years ago; Age 6

The first time you addressed Pantalone, you called him Father. It was about six months after he had found you, shivering in the snow.

He had brought you with him to a Harbinger meeting, but he really didn’t have any choice. You had caught him just as he was about to leave, in a reaction of fear you ran to him, hands gripping his thick winter coat as tears ran down your cheeks.

You truly thought he was just going to leave you here, all alone to fend for yourself, knowing you couldn’t survive out in the cold all alone.

He had left you with one of the segments, as he called it. He had reassured you that he would be back for you. His words still rang in your head.

“No more crying, okay? I’ll be back for you in a few hours.” His voice was low and full of worry. He didn’t want to leave you with one of Dottore’s segments, but Pantalone wasn't really given a choice. It was either leaving you with Omega or leave you with the guards. Some would argue both were bad, but he felt better know you were with someone who could keep you safe.

You didn't like Omega, all he did was stare at you. His searing crimson eyes, his sharp pointy teeth scared you. It's like he was trying to figure out why a fatui harbinger would take in something as weak and frail as a human child with no potential.

The second Omega took a step towards you, you ran out of the room and down the hall, trying to see where Pantalone had gone. You ran past guards and Omega ran after you trying to keep you from interrupting the meeting, but you were too fast for him too keep up, despite him being one of the younger segments.

You quickly opened the door to a random room, looking to escape from Omega and all the guards chasing you.

The silence in the room was deafening, eight pairs of eyes fell on your trembling form. Your eye's darted around looking for a head of familiar black hair and kind eyes.

"Father." You ran in Patalone's direction tears in your eyes and wrapped your arms around one of his legs and buried your face into his coat. One if his gloved hands found the back of your head and gently pet you.

The other Harbingers stared at him most in shock, some with respect.

The Taritsa stood from her throne in the front of the room, making her way over to you. Everyone held their breath as she bent down in front of you.

"Hello little one," Her eyes soften as you lifted your eyes from Pantalone's coat. "Would you like to come with me?" She reached her hand out in front of you. You looked up at Pantalone, and with his hands on your back he ushered you forward. Your tight grip on his coat completely gone, her hand now in your smaller one.

The Taritsa picks you up and places you on her hip, one hand up under you the other now free. You reach your hand out for her other one, the woman who has you on her hip gives in. You look in awe as the rings on her fingers shine in the dim light of the meeting room.

She walks back to the front of the room, and as she sits down she re-adjust you on her lap and lets you play with her hand, smiling down at you fondly. Everyone in the room looks at her in both awe and confusion.

"Well, lets continue." The meeting continued onward, as you sat on the archons lap completely unaware by the weight of the words that filtered through the room.

Today; Age 16

Your laughter rang through the halls of the large house, as you ran down the steps to greet your father. It's been 10 years since Pantalone found you shivering in the snow, and he has been nothing but kind to you.

You stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching the door open slowly. This was part of your normal routine. You would eat breakfast with Pantalone, he would go to his office to work and you would attend to your studies, then he would come home and you would talks about your days at dinner.

Today though, today was different.

When your father returned home, he has guest with him in toe. These guest seemed all too familiar. The people that left you in the snow all those years ago, you kept your composure, never letting them know your next move, he had taught you that. Keep them on their toes.

"Father, welcome home." You walked over to him, as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

You greeted your guest, as you were taught a proper young lady should. You all walked towards the dinning room in complete silence, different from your usually excited small talk when it was just you and Pantalone.

As Pantalone sat the head of the table, you found your usually spot next to him, your step-sister across from you giving you an smirk. She knew who you were, they all did.

You smiled back, your eye slightly twitching as the first course came out.

"(Y/N), how was your day?" Pantalone's voice rang throughout the dinning room.

"It was fun," You said as a matter of factually "Tartagila came over and we spared for a little."

"You fought Lord Childe?" Your step-sister questioned, as if she didn't believe you.

"And won," You smiled at her "Quite a normal occurrence. Arlecchino came over as well, father."

"And what did she want?" Pantalone asked, as he took a sip of wine.

"She want to know if I would like to accompany her to Fontaine, and meet her children. She thought it would be nice if I were to be around people closer to my age." You said as you picked at your food with your fork.

"Well, would you like to go?" You head shot up as the words left Pantalone's mouth. Would he really let you to to Fontaine?

"Yes, I would like to meet her children." You wanted to make your case, but not while guest were present.

"I don't see why not. Your old enough now, that you should deal with any situation you find yourself in with ease." Pantalone flashed you a smile, and looked across at the man sitting at the end of the table, your biological father.

As the plates were cleared, readying the table of the second course of the three course meals you usually had for dinner.

"So, Mr. Becker. What did you need to speak with me about again" Pantalone knew who he was. Everyone in the room besides you grew tense.

"My daughter went missing 8 years ago. I was wondering if you had any information on her." Your father's voice was shaky as he asked the question. There was the possiablity that Dottore had gotten his hands on you, and had that been the case you either would be dead or sitting somewhere locked in a cage.

He had to know it was you. You looked just like your mother, the same hair and eyes. The same smile. Your step-mother and step-sister knew it was you within an instant. He did know it was you. He wanted something.

"Well, I do know where she is in fact, but I can asure you she wants nothing to do with you." Pantolone stood as the words left his mouth, his smile never quite reaching his eyes.

"I'm going to ask you to leave now." Three fauti agents walked into the dining room and kindly escorted them out of the room.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.

"Father, thank you" Pantalone knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew your that those people were your so-called family as soon as you saw them yourslef. The fatui were the only family you knew and they kept you safe.

"Anything for you, my darling sapphire." Pantalone smiled at you as you both walked out of the dinning room.

#Pantalone x reader #regrator genshin #regrator genshin x reader #genshin x reader

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xreaderanonaccount · 1 year ago

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Punishment (Pantalone x F!Reader x Omega Build)

Synopsis: Dottore may or may not have went over budget by 3 million mora. Pantalone deemed it nessacary for a punishment. That just happens to include you and Omega.

Not beta read, we die like Dottore's segments

RATING EXPLICIT. MINORS DNI.

Content warning: Smut, AFAB Reader, Threesome M/F/M, oral (female reciving), fingering, overstimulated

A/N: Honestly I lowkey lost motivation near the end.

Divider credits: cafekitsune

You sat in Dottore’s lab, enjoying watching Dottore and his segments do whatever they were doing. You tried to ask once about what they’re doing but it was too complicated for you to understand. But either way you enjoy watching them do whatever they were doing. You snuggled into a thick winter jacket the smell of your other lover the 9th harbinger Pantalone fills your lungs. A complicit smile was plastered on your face as you happily watched. The lab was slightly noisy but not too much to bother you, but that noise was soon filled with a different type of noise as fast and hurried footsteps stomped towards the lab. Prime and the segments didn’t seem to notice but you surely did. The lab door slammed open with a thundering shake as a fast blob of black stormed past you, straight to Prime. Finally getting a good look you could see the angered face of your lover Pantalone. His normal facade was long gone as he ripped Prime around pinning him in his arms on the table.

“Ah, Lord Regrator. Now what do I owe the pleasure?” Dottore fain a fake smile as he crossed his arms.

“Don’t take that bullshit with me, Doctor.” Pantalone’s voice filled the venom sneered at Dottore. The segments shuffled away from the two harbingers more close to you. Some are scared and wanting to be near you, and some shield you to make sure those two don’t end up hurting you. You peered at the two between the shield of segments.

“Tell me why you spend 3 million mora without. My. permission.” Pantalone sneered his face inches away from Dottore’s face. If it was anyone else you’d think they were going to duke it out with each other. But since they are your two lovers you have an inkling on an idea on what Pantalone has in mind. The two harbingers sat in silence as they stared down at each other. Dottore with a shit eating grin and Pantalone with an angered expression.

“Well…” Dottore finally broke the silence, “Why not?” Dottore’s shit eating grin grew wider as the hold Pantalone had on the table creaked. Pantalone leaned closer to Dottore where the lips were mere inches away from each other. Pantalone let out a chuckle as he leaned back still pinning Dottore down on his lab desk.

“I guess a punishment is in order.” Pantalone's smooth voice smiled as he let go of Dottore. Pantalone whipped around finally acknowledging you and the segments that were there. He carefully walked up to you with the fake customer service smiles that he always has. He was only a few inches away from the group before looking at Omega.

“You stay, the rest of you…” Pantalone glared at the other segments who immediately knew what Pantalone was saying and rushed out of the lab. Some gave you worried glances but you nodded at them. No matter how mad Pantalone or Dottore is they would never lay a hand on you. Especially not when Omega was standing with them.

“My dear lily,” Pantalone pushed a strand of hair behind your ears, “will you do me the honor and aiding me on the Doctor’s punishment?” The question had you confused. What punishment does Pantalone have in mind? And why does it involve Omega? You hesitantly nodded glancing over to Prime who seemed bored out of his mind.

“I knew you would help me.” Pantalone whispered into your ear, brushing his hand in your inner thigh. Your face heated up by the very intimate act in front of Omega and Prime. Pantalone gave a ghost of a kiss on your cheek before pulling away. He turned to Omega and whispered something that was too hard to discern. Omega had the same shit eating grin that Prime had as he nodded. Whatever Pantalone had said Omega was 100 percent on board with it. You watched as Omega walked over to Prime and shoved him down on a nearby old wooden chair. Prime looked up at Omega, confused and angered by the segment's audacity.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Prime tried to protest before Omega grabbed lab restraints and restrained him to the old chair. Prime looked around confused at Pantalone who just gave him a “friendly” smile. Once Omega assured Prime wasn’t going to escape any time soon. A final touch Omega did was toss Prime’s mask aside. Prime’s crimson red eyes glares at Omega who just chuckled while walking away from Prime. He stalked over to where you and Pantalone were. The two exchanged a nod before Omega walked over to you. You stared up at him curious on what he was going to do. Omega smashed his lips onto yours, hungrily sucking all the air of your lungs. You yelped in surprise as he continued his relentless attack on your lips. His shark teeth nibbling your bottom lip raw. A moan escaped your lips as Omega slid his rough hand up your inner thigh, resting dangerously close. You felt another more gentle hand starting to knead your breast, you tried to look around but Omega had you on a tight hold. But you can guess who it was.

“You’re doing so good my dear lily.” The familiar voice of Pantalone whispered into your ear. There was so much going on that you had no clue what’s happening. Pantalone was nibbling on your ear, Omega relentlessly attacking your lips you couldn’t help but moan in this situation. Omega pulled away smirking as he wiped some saliva that stringed along with him.

“This is entirely unfair My Lord.” Prime’s voice interrupted the moment, you glanced over seeing him pulling against his restraints, a clear strain in his pants as his face was flushed. Pantalone just chuckled, completely ignoring Prime’s complaints. He lifted you up before laying you down on his chest on the long Chesterfield couch. You felt a dip in the couch, looking up you see Omega hovering over you. A stupid smile plastered all over his face, you gasped as you felt Omega’s hand starting to brush underneath your skirt, his hand playing with the bands of your underwear. Omega chuckled as he slipped his hands into your underwear playing with your folds. You tried to muffle your moans with your hands, but was quickly slapped away by Pantalone.

“Ah ah ah, don’t muffle your voice dear. I want to hear all of you.” Pantalone smiled as he started to knead your breast pinching your nipples through your cloth breast. A loud moan ripped out of your throat as both Pantalone and Omega started to attack your sensitive areas.

“This is getting in the way.” Omega muttered as he ripped your skirt and underwear off of you. The cold freezing air gives you a shiver as the warmth you once had was now gone. Pantalone chuckled in agreement as he lifted your turtleneck, bunching it up right above your breast. Pantalone clicked his tongue in annoyance as he ripped your favorite bra off of you. You yelped in surprise and glared at Pantalone,

“That was my favorite one, you know.” Pantalone smiled as his gloved hand cupped your breast giving it a good squeeze.

“I’ll buy you another one dear.” Pantalone quickly stole a kiss muffling your moans as Omega who you almost forgot was there shoved two fingers right into your cunt. Your back arched as Omega pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Pantalone and Dottore may act gentle towards you but they were true sadists at heart. They love torturing you and that also goes for Dottore’s segments as well. Omega continued his relentless attack on your pussy as Pantalone attacked your breast, capturing your lips. You can hear Prime’s panting and groans. He was clearly trying to get out of his restraints but Omega’s knot tying skills were quite impressive. You felt as Omega pulled his fingers out of your wet mess, a whimper muffled as you tried to pull away from Pantalone’s kiss. You pulled away from Pantalone’s kiss, panting as you stared to where Omega’s eyes would be. As he kept that damned mask on. Omega chuckled as he licked your essence off his fingers. He hummed in pleasure as he gave a shark-like smile. You watched as he leaned down towards your clit. His face inches away from it which was fluttering from anticipation. You could hear Prime groan as he watched Omega connect his lips with your clit. Omega’s name falls out of your lips like a prayer to the archons as he flattens his tongue on your wet clit. Your hand tangled into his wavy light blue hair tugging it hard. Causing a groan to vibrate around your clit. Too overstimulated by Omega’s relentless attacks you didn’t notice Pantalone reaching down and freeing his hard on. It wasn’t until you felt something slapping against your bare back. A moan ripped through your throat as you felt his dick rub against you. The slick pre-crum from his dick coating your back. Omega quickly brought your attention back to him as he plunged his fingers into your soaping pussy. A mixture of moans ranged in the room, some from you but mainly from Prime who was thrown forward. His crimson eyes staring intently at you, glazed over with lust.

“How pitiful, isn't it my dear?” Pantalone's voice interrupted your trance, “He’s gotten all worked up. He could have all of this right now, but sadly, he went way over budget.” You practically feel Pantalone’s fake smile from your position. Prime just glared back at him. Before you could possibly protest Omega hit your prostate which caused a high pitch moan echoing across the lab. You continued to chant Omega’s name, trying to reach that high, the coil in your stomach feeling tight and tighter. As you felt like you were about to reach euphoria, a gloved hand ripped Omega off your clit which caused you to cry out. You were so close, so so close and it was ripped away. Pantalone tuted as he rested his head on your shoulder peering to Omega.

“Now now Omega, let’s put on an actual show for your dear creator. Hm?” Pantalone chuckled as he scooted you off his lap. Readjusting you to where you were sandwiching between Omega and Pantalone. Both of their dicks standing up straight, you licked your lips in anticipation. You’re used to Prime and Pantalone dicks plunging into you but this is the first time you’ll be taking Omega’s dick. You felt a gloved snake around your neck forcing you to make eye contact with Prime who now had a calm, dark expression. You gulped as you glanced over to Pantalone who just gave you a smile.

“Now dear, show our dear doctor a show he won’t forget.” Pantalone spoke out leaning his head against yours watching Prime’s reaction mix from calm to lust. Pantalone nodded to Omega who plunged his synthetic dick straight into your pussy. Wanton moans fall out of your mouth as Omega sets a ruthless pace, pistoning in and out of your pussy. The feeling overwhelming, your hands flew to the back of Omega’s neck pulling him closer to you. Even if you couldn’t see him you wanted him near you.

If the feeling of pure bliss couldn’t get any better you felt Pantalone finally plunge his dick into your gaping ass. He set almost the same ruthless pace, but had the timing off. As soon as Omega pulled out he would push in, and vice versa. The feeling is so overwhelming, Omega’s thin but long dick paired with Pantalone’s thick and girthy cock pounding into both of your holes. You chanted their names, straining your throat as the two whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You glanced over to Prime who was breathing heavily pulling against his restraints, the veins in his forearm popping by the sheer force he’s pulling out. You couldn’t help but moan his name, Pantalone smirked against your skin.

“Go on dear, keep saying his name. Show him what he’s missing. This is his punishment.” Not wanting to displease Pantalone you started to moan Prime’s name as the two continued to pound against you. It felt so good, the familiar knot started to form in your stomach.

“C-cum, want- ngh~ to cum” You tried to say but the ruthless pounding made it really hard for you to say anything.

“Hm, You want to cum dear?” Omega smirked as he halted his movements. Whining by the loss of movement. Omega chuckled as he started to bite against your neck. You nodded feverishly, trying to repeat what you said but only moans escaped your mouth.

“What do you say my lord, do we let her cum?” Omega teased, peering over your shoulder, Pantalone hummed as he started to slow his pace. You whine from the lost sensation, the knot slowly disappearing.

“Please! P-please let me cum sir, please” You begged, normally when you're not in this situation you would have argued with Pantalone. This was Dottore’s punishment, not yours! So why won’t they let you cum? Pantalone seemed to have read your mind before he returned back to his brutal pace.

“She’s been such a good darling for us. So why not?” Pantalone smiled as Omega started his relentless pace again.So did your moans, your wanton moans and chants filling up the lab as the two men bite deep into your shoulder. Omega’s bite specifically draws blood. The knot quickly came back coiling so tight that after one praise from Omega had you coming undone from the two men.

“Cumming, cumming.” You stated the obvious, the two helped you ride your high. But as you thought they would slow down their pace they did not let up. Startled and overstimulated, you gasped and rasped a moan as the two continued their pace.

“We haven’t cum yet dear, it would be unfair for you to only have fun.” Pantalone cooed as he grunted. Your senses were so overstimulated you couldn’t help but throw your head back on Pantalone’s shoulder. You just let the two men have their way, letting them chase their high. Feeling their dicks piston in and out of your greedy holes, sucking them whole. Omega moans started to get louder and louder as he reached his high, he gave his hips one final snap as he unloaded his cum all into your greedy pussy. You moan by the weird sensation that filled you, Omega’s cum wasn’t like true come but felt more like fake cum. Your thoughts quickly snap as you feel Pantalone groan as grinded his hips against yours allowing your ass to milk his cum dry. Pantalone gave a content sigh as he dropped his head on your shoulder. You panted as you let your body relax into Pantalone’s chest. Omega gave a small chuckle as he leaned over and gave a tender kiss on your neck.

“You did so good my dear.” Omega whispered. A loud ripping sound snapped your thoughts over to the source. You looked up spotting Dottore towering over you guys. His crimson eyes glaring down at Omega who just smiled pulling out and stuffing his dick back inside his pants.

“Out.” Is all prime said as Omega took his sweet time walking out of the lab.

“If you need me darling, you know where I’ll be.” Omega smiled at you as he dodged a knife that was thrown at his head by Prime. You looked up at Prime who had such lust filled eyes.

“I believe your punishment was suficay.” Pantalone smiled as he got up from the couch. Prime just grumbled as he tried to kiss you but you were quickly pulled up and into Pantalone’s arm, bridal style.

“Ah ah, our dear is tired and doesn’t have the energy to fulfill your needs.” Pantalone gave him a shit eating grin as he started to carry you out of the lab.

“She’s our darling if you have forgot.” Prime practically growls. Pantalone hummed as he grabbed one of Dottore’s lab coats draping it over your exposed body.

“Yes but she’s clearly tired, so good day doctor.” Pantalone chuckled as he left Dottore alone in his lab hot and bothered. Dottore felt his jaw crack as he grabbed the nearest beaker and threw against the ground. He’s going to get back at Pantalone, he knows just how to do so.

#gensin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #female reader #pantalone #pantalone x reader #fatui harbingers

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bl33df0rm3 · 2 years ago

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✎"Romance in the bedroom"Afab!reader x Genshin men

-‘๑’-Note; This is meant to be inclusive for all readers including black readers so things like "Easy to bruise skin." and "You feel your face turn red (As a black person my face does feel hot but I don't get red). Along with easy to go through hair won't be added, if you need those details in fanfic's then this blog is not for you<3. This can be the same for Chubby readers<3

✎Author's note; I'm not doing this in any order these are just what came to mind, if you have any character you want me to cover (Max of 5 at a time), I gotcha. Also this is afab reader but the readers gender isn't specified. If you wish to translate my works please dm me (MDNI BANNER CREDIT CLICK HERE)

Tighnari; slow sex

Tighnari's name was always at the tip of your tongue, he wasn't even going that fast maybe that's what made it so pleasing. The subtle sound of skin snapping when he finally buried himself inside of you, keeping up that lovely pace as he let out groans that poured into the air. With your legs wrapped around him the reflex to just squeeze whenever he slid all of him into you, the long thrusts allowed him to reach your deepest parts. Brushing along that sweet spot then hitting it exactly when he wanted to get that cute little sound to escape from you. The best part was when you were near your climax and he kept the same speed, even if he could reach his by speeding up it took an ungodly amount of control to keep the same speed. His groans trickled into something more needy and strained as he neared the end.

Besides why would he rush? The build up made the release way more enjoyable.

Childe/ Tartaglia; praise

The ruthless pounding hadn't let up at all, at this point it was blending time, your nails dug into the soft satin fabric of fitter sheets on your shared bed. The only thing that was keeping you from tapping out at the moment was Tartaglia above you leaning against you letting out sweet whispers.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

His voice was oodly sweet despite the harsh pace he was going, at this point your throat felt strained from the moans that had passed through it. You had to admit the way he would lean down to groan out your name brought butterflies to your stomach. His lips making dotted marks along your neck as he finished licking them off, ahead of pulling away his eyes meeting yours.

"You can take another round or so right?"

Thoma; Aftercare

You let out a slight sigh of relief as your shoulders felt more relaxed, thoma's fingers digging into your shoulders in a circular motion. It was as if you could feel your muscles relaxing as you leaned back on him a smile planted on your face. Till he'd reposition the both of you to massage your thighs, leaving gentle kisses along the insides of your upper thighs. They were soft by themselves trailing along your skin paired with the subtle grabbing and rubbing motions of his hands along you flesh was unbelievable. After a night of indulging in each other for some time it was rare he would just leave you there, especially without your climax. Somedays it was a hot bath for you or he would surprise you by pulling out a few snacks for you to nibble on, even cuddling was always on the table.

The tender nature of his touch made you always seem to yearn for more

Itto; Eye contact

You looked up at Itto as he's caress your cheeks wiping tears off them, as you held onto his thighs squeezing them as he thrusted into your mouth. The subtle groans and shaky breaths that emitted from him were one thing but the way he looked down at you was a whole other thing. His crimson iris's looking into your glassy tearful ones as his hand reached to the top of your head, his thrusts continued on yearning for some type of friction. All the while he made sure to lock eyes with you, only slightly wincing when you moved your tongue along him or when you gripped his thighs. When he did reach his high pouring his release down your throat, pulling you off ahead of opening your mouth to make sure you swallowed every drop.

The combination of lust and love never leaving his glare as he licked his lips.

Pantalone; Clothing play.

Your senses felt like they were being overloaded as his hands trailed along your figure, and moving his fingers in a rhythmic like motion as if he were typing or tapping on his desk. When he heard the slight gasps from you as he moved future both of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. A cheeky grin soon replacing the look as fast as it came as he continued wondering when you would finally give in, pinching along the lace ahead of letting it hit along your skin again. You of course were never short when it came with Pantalone whenever it came to money, so the lace blue lingerie set you had picked up based on his responses to the other ones you'd wear was getting positive results. It perfectly hugged you in all right ways to accent out your body type, tight in some places along with loose in others.

Though the most intriguing was the dress like structure for easy access.

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-‘๑’-Note; To be contuined….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request/ prompt for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

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mondaymelon · 2 years ago

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actually... im fine with it. (yandere!pantalone x gn!reader)

warnings! yandere implications, mentions of kidnapping and being tied up (not sexually), fluff

(a/n) requested by an anon!! tysm for requesting ♡ reminder that requests are open!!

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"Are you awake?" A gloved hand reached out and grasped you chin lifting it up to give the holder a closer look of your expression.

Slowly blinking open your eyes, you surveyed the room quietly, noting that there were chains on the wall, along with a bed, and there were no windows. Your wrists burned, too, from where they were tied up behind you on the chair you were sitting on. The only source of light in the dimly-lit room was the small, singular chandelier that hung on the ceiling, seeming oddly out of place considering how grim the entire scene looked.

Finally, you focused your gaze at the man in front of you, still holding your chin and giving you a close-eyed smile. "Where am I?"

The black-haired man in front of you didn't skip a beat, only taking his hand of your chin and instead gesturing to the area. "A special place I prepared just for you."

"Why am I here?"

The man laughed. "My, you're taking this awfully calmly. You're here because I brought you here, of course."

well no shit. even i could make out that much.

"Who are you?" You questioned, although almost immediately regretted it after seeing the man's expression darken.

"Hahah... of course." Laughing, he stood up, from which he had originally been bending down to match your height. "You never even noticed me."

Thoughts ran through your head as you tried to put his face to names, but none matched until something lit up in your brain. "Pantalone?"

"Yes, that is my name." Pantalone sighed sorrowfully, his gaze never leaving your face. "But to you, I was just the kind man who you helped give directions to."

"How- Why-"

"Because I love you, my angel. More than you will ever realize."

You stayed silent at the sudden confession, although considering that you were the one that was restrained in some unknown place, it would be unwise of you to decline. Archons know what he would do to you.

"I've been watching you for weeks. Not through my underlings... I can't trust them. You're too lovely, they'd fall in love with you too, and then I'd have another problem to deal with. No... I watched you out of my own love, saving you from whatever trouble you had encountered behind the scenes and always making sure that you would be okay." Pantalone didn't seem to care whether you were listening or not, but rambled on anyway, his voice only becoming more and more desperate.

"But then some guy came to your house and saw me, and then began asking for you. Who does he think he is, asking to see you so casually??" The man's voice broke off into a low growl as his expression contorted into one of rage. "So I took care of him."

"You... killed him??"

"Darling, come on now, don't be mad at me. It was for your own good. After that, I knew it was much too dangerous to be living alone in a world of predators, so I generously took you in. This is where you'll be staying from now on. With me until the end of time."

"..."

"You answer? You can't refuse, but I'd still like another opportunity to hear your beautiful voice again."

"...Actually... I'm fine with it." You had come to the conclusion in the matter of seconds, but from what little knowledge you knew, you concluded that Pantalone had to have been powerful in status, careful with his plans, and also dangerous enough to have anyone look the other way to what he was doing. And considering the jeweled chandelier that dangled about five feet away from you, you also concluded that Pantalone was considerably wealthy. Not only that, but during his speech, you couldn't help but feel... moved. He had gone to such lengths just to make sure that you'd rest easy.

Not only that, he was also quite the looker himself. With that curly, soft black locks and fair face, every time you looked at him, you could feel your heart skip a beat. And if you really were to live here, then wouldn't that mean you wouldn't have to pay rent? And you'd get free meals everyday?

If he was shocked, he hid it well. Nevertheless, he wasn't able to stop the utterly confused expression flitting across his face. "You're... okay with it? I mean- that's good- but I expected at least a little resistance." He didn't seem disappointed per say, more just startled that you had actually agreed from what free will you had.

"Well... yeah. I mean... sure, you're a pretty dangerous person, but you do seem to actually care for me. Not only that, I wouldn't have to pay rent, get free food... not to mention that you're quite handsome yourself." Attempting to explain yourself, you winced as the tight ropes cut into your skin. Immediately, Pantalone rushed forward, uttering you quiet apologies as he cut the ropes off your hands with a knife that he had hidden in his sleeve.

He cleared his throat as you watched you settle into a more comfortable position, remorsefully noting the reddened bruises on your wrists. "I'm... handsome to you?"

As you nodded, he turned away, but you were able to spot his flushing ears that his hair was tucked behind.

"Aha... You really are too kind." The black-haired man smiled at you. "This is for the better. If you really are agreeing this steadily, then it means you won't try to run away. And if that doesn't happen, we can live together. Happily for the rest of our lives." And just like that, he swiftly leaned forward, holding your chin up with both hands as his soft lips met yours and engulfed you into a kiss. You felt your face burn warm, but you didn't resist, nor did you want to. Sensational fireworks seemed to light off from every inch of your skin, diving your consciousness in a sea of warmth. When Pantalone finished, he pulled away only slightly, giving you a smirk that played on his lips.

"You can expect more of that later."

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localplaguenurse · 2 months ago

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Midnight Moonlight

Vampire Pantalone x GN Reader Smut (Kinktober Finale)

Happy Halloween everyone! I think you all knew I HAD to get my darling Regrator in this little challenge. This has been an absolute pleasure! I plan on doing this again next year as I have QUITE a few ideas that didn't make the cut this year. I wish you all a safe and sweet Halloween!

WARNINGS: Honestly, none really. Mostly biting and use of the word "pet," which is pretty par for the course with vampires I think. Definitely tame compared to the other stuff I've written this month.

Minors DNI

Moonlight slips in through the open windows, the snow outside glowing in an almost ghostly, ethereal light. The glass fogs up a little with your breathing as you peer through the glass. It’s nearly midnight, and here you are, in the dark, utterly alone and searching for the master of this abode. His visage is depicted in portraits all throughout the manor, skin of porcelain and hair of night, eyes striking with shimmering jewel tones.

Your footsteps pad softly against the carpet as you continue further down the dark corridor. Every window you pass causes your shadow to stretch against the wall in the silvery light, though you do not take note of it. Instead, your focus lies on the door at the end of the hall. There is an air of darkness, you dare say even danger, and yet you are enthralled. You know what and who is behind that door.

The door opens without fanfare, not even a creak. You slip through the crack and shut the door as silently as you opened it. Moonlight stretches over the bed, a massive thing of blankets and plush pillows, a dark canopy hanging around the bedposts. It’s almost fit for royalty, you muse quietly to yourself, but it’s odd. If he’s not here, then where would he be? You’ve looked everywhere for him.

You are immediately corrected when the presence hiding behind the door presses up against your back. Startled, you twist and jump in an attempt to see the presence and move away, but find yourself thrown back and pinned against the bed. Cold hands grasp your wrists, and you know by the way the fingers squeeze the skin that you can’t fight him off. In most people, the scenario would elicit understandable and expected fear, but in you it sends a thrilling shiver up your spine.

His black hair, speckled with strands of silver, hangs down from his face like a midnight curtain. His lips are painted red and curled into a smile, and you catch a glimpse of pearly white teeth. You find yourself entranced by the shimmering gemstone colour of his eyes, trapping you in a hypnotic gaze.

(Though it’s not like you would need to be hypnotized to be enthralled.)

Your lack of fear is evident and clearly amusing to the Regrator by the way he chuckles sardonically. “A brave little thing you are,” he teases, “coming here all by yourself. Didn’t your family ever teach you that curiosity killed the cat?”

“Hasn’t killed me yet,” you reply, earning another laugh from the vampire above you.

“That is true,” he concedes. One of his chilled hands slides further up your wrist, taking hold of your hand. He brings your hand up to his lips, his kiss reverent and eyes hungry. “Besides, I wouldn’t ever dream of letting my favourite little pet fall in harm’s way.”

You pull your hand back to cup his cheek, and without breaking eye contact, he smiles wider and leans into the warmth of your palm. When you place your thumb against his bottom lip, he doesn’t hesitate in opening his mouth. Unlike his hands, his mouth is warm, welcoming, and you feel another pulse of want when you feel his teeth graze the little appendage. He does not bite, merely teases before he releases your thumb.

“Don’t tempt me, darling,” he warns, amused by the look on your face when his leg slides between yours, “I don’t think you realize how hard it is to keep myself from indulging in the blissful warmth of your flesh.”

“M-Maybe not,” you reply, “but perhaps you could show me anyways, f-for future reference.”

“Your naïvety and desire to please is charming,” the Regrator comments, a subtle fondness in his voice, “but no. It’s for the best.”

You pout. “Oh come on, I’m not that fragile. I can take it.”

“You say that, and then you start begging for mercy when things get a little rough.”

Your face flushes. “That was one time, I really, really want it this time.”

He hums, pretending to mull it over. You watch his gaze trail down the unblemished skin of your neck to the top button of your blouse. “... I suppose indulging just this once wouldn’t be too harmful.”

You feel his fingers pop the buttons open one by one, exposing more of your unmarked flesh to the starving gaze of your beloved vampire. You move to sit up and let the shirt fall off your shoulders, but a hand pressed against your heart pushes you back down to the bed. His palm is still a little cool, eliciting a little shiver.

“Ah ah ah, we’ve talked about this,” he lightly scolds, “you stay put until I tell you otherwise.” “Right, sorry…”

“Oh, don’t sound so sad, little pet,” he coos, his hand trailing up to your neck, “it’s for the best, after all. You need to conserve your strength for all the things I want to do to you. You know that, right?”

You nod, and for your understanding, you are rewarded with a kiss. It’s hardly gentle, it’s a needy, starving thing that threatens to steal the air from your chest. With your hands free, you cling to the Regrator, gripping onto his cape with one hand and taking hold of his hair with the other to pull him in even closer. He laughs into your mouth, as if the way he’s pressing up against you is any more subtle. A moan slips out between your lips when you part them to let his tongue in, a little sound that makes the man above you press into your body just a little more. You taste wine on his tongue, full and red, his favourite.

When he pulls back, panting, you admire the red smear around his mouth and the thin strand connecting to yours. His tongue slips out to catch it, and you give him a quick peck when he brings his mouth close. He chuckles, and when his body settles on top of you, his face dropping into the crook of your neck, you feel his length press against you through his trousers, and you notice the little hitch in his breathing when it does.

He presses his nose into your pulsepoint, taking in the scent of your shampoo, the perfume he gave you, and your natural scent, and his pleased sigh is hot on your skin. You feel his fingers flex around your throat before he removes it to pepper the territory with kisses. His lips are surprisingly soft against your skin, considering the circumstances, leaving a little wet trail that feels cool when he pulls back. His eyes meet yours, and your little eager smile is enough silent permission for him.

You keen and cry out when his teeth clamp down on your skin. Immediately he lifts his head and the hand that was holding your neck presses a finger to your lips. “Mind your voice, darling. Screaming won’t help you.”

You nod, and he continues nipping and biting at the skin. On the more sensitive spots, he takes his time gnawing and sucking at the flesh, determined to leave his marks on you. Normally he’s careful with where he marks you, preferring to leave marks on your chest and thighs, but tonight he seems more than thrilled to make his claim over you, his beloved pet and favourite toy, evident to anyone who would dare cast their lecherous gazes upon you.

While it’s not particularly gentle, and the little pangs of pain cause desire to pulse through your body, this wasn’t what you had in mind. While your lover is still kissing and biting at your neck, you speak up. “H-Hey, what happened to indulging?”

“What do you mean?”

“You… you’re allowed to bite a little harder,” you tell him.

The Regrator shakes his head. “I don’t want to hurt you–”

“I can take it,” you insist, “just once, please? I-I’ll never bother you again, but I want to feel it just once.”

“Darling–”

Light floods the room and Pantalone immediately pulls back. He looks over his shoulder, a look of surprise on his face before it scrunches into a scowl. You pull your shirt closed and sit up to see who or what it is.

With his hand on the lightswitch, Tartaglia laughs at the scene before him, the hockey mask pushed up to the top of his head. He points at you with the large plastic machete in his other hand. “So this is where you two went! I was starting to worry about our hosts with the most.”

“What the hell do you want?” Pantalone snaps, pink spreading across his cheeks and even to his ears.

“Well, I was going to ask you where you got the wine,” Tartaglia explains, “but then I realized your minion was missing too, and so I decided to have a little look around.”

“Thrall,” you grumble, as if the semantics of your costume will make the situation any less embarrassing.

“That doesn’t mean you can just waltz into our room uninvited,” Pantalone hisses. “It’s common sense and etiquette!”

“I know it’s your house, your rules, but you two couldn’t wait until the party was over before you started fooling around?”

“Tartaglia.”

“What? I’m not judging. Honestly, it’s sweet that you two are still having fun after all this time–”

“If you do not get the hell out of my room in the next two seconds I am going to halve your budget and cut your holiday bonus,” your husband growls, “now leave and forget you ever saw anything.”

“Alright, alright!” Tartaglia laughs. “Do you two want the lights on or off?”

“GET OUT.”

Tartaglia turns off the light and shuts the door behind him, and the two of you can hear his laughter down the hall as he makes his way back to the party. Your husband is still glaring at the door, so you sit up, cup his cheek and turn his head before he can burn holes through the mahogany. His expression softens from anger to simply embarrassment when he sees you, awkwardly smiling.

“I would reckon he’s going to tell everyone about where he found us,” he remarks.

You peck his cheek. “Probably.”

“Perhaps we should put a pin in this for later, then.”

“Oh no, absolutely not.”

“What do you– hey!”

Pantalone can’t help but laugh when you shove him down on the bed and clamber on top of him. He sits up, meeting your lips in a giggly kiss that still tastes of wine. You pull back, grinning ear to ear.

“All anyone is going to talk about is how Tartaglia caught us in the act,” you say, “and it won’t matter if we tell people we were barely getting started because they won’t care or believe us.”

Pantalone nods, watching as you finally toss your shirt aside. You rock against his hips, grinding down into his cock and getting a pretty little moan in response. His hands find purchase on your hips.

“We may as well have fun with it,” you purr.

Pantalone chuckles. “You’re more insatiable than I am,” he teases, “and I’m supposed to be the bloodthirsty, ravenous vampire here. Maybe we should have swapped costumes.”

“We can do that after you fuck me,” you tell him before catching his mouth in a hungry kiss.

#pantalone #pantalone smut #pantalone x reader #minors dni #genshin smut #kinktober

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floofeh-purpi · 5 months ago

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~ 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 & 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(?) ~

my written works are here too dont worry

"Oh? Ah, hello there, fuzzie! If you just so happened to stumble upon this blog within the crevices of this... uhm— place...? Anyways, let me introduce myself! "

"Oh? Me? Obsessed with Mk1 and Mk11??? Nuh-uh!"

Warning: This blog is pretty safe... if you'll exclude the swearing, that sub pantalone fic that I wrote and deleted, and some concerning reblogs. Oh! And those concerning reblogs of mine if diven deeper.

「Credits to @/cafekitsune for the dividers that I will use in my posts btw!」

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Name: Purpi. Aka the Fluffball Collector of this corner, and a person that write genshin stuff! (Mostly sagau)

Birthday: 02/02.

Age: 6 x 3! ^^

Pronouns: Them/They.

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Favorite food: Pancit canton (Chilimansi top tier), Chicaron (Give.), buttered shrimp, fish, chocolate, scrambled egg, waffles, ice-cream, MANGO FLOAT AHHHH—. I dont wanna make this list so long...

Favorite drink: Water, chocolate milk, uhmm... thats all I remember—

Favorite animal: Dogs, cats, penguins, I love dogs, sharks, cows with shampoo-ed fur(?), I love dogs, curly haired mice, mini goats, hotdo— I mean wiener dogs. Im a dog owner.

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My nicknames for you: Fluffball(s)/fuzzie(s)

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My Written Works!

• Getting Isekai'd?!

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

「Part 12 is in progress!!」

• Creator x Destroyer.

Sagau! Foul Legacy x Creator! Gn! Reader

Part 1, Part 2

• His beloved creator.

Sagau! Dottore! x Creator! Gn! Reader

Here!

• "And thus, The Creator wreaked havoc across Teyvat."

SAGAU! Some GI characters x Creator! Gn! Reader

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Sagau! Childe x Gn! Sick! Creator! Reader.

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Childe x Gn! Reader

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Self-aware! Obey Me x Gn! Reader

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Made: July 23, 2024. 10:34pm.

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rosedere · 6 months ago

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The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem! Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, stalking, non con elements, graphic violence (later chapters), yandere content, pregnancy mentioned, forced marriage, female/ fem aligned Reader, *will update as the series goes on

Cross posted on AO3

Previous Chapter: Mora Eater

Current Chapter: Lotus in Transcience (you are here)

Next Chapter: Communication lost in the mountains

If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling

I have a sea full, I can give you an ocean

We shouldn't have to work so hard to break this wave in our way

Shouldn't wanna walk away so you won't see the fear I face

Left stripped of your fine clothes and tucked in was how you found yourself when you awoke.

Alone.

You didn't even hear him leave.

Only being awoken to the mystical light that flooded the cavernous opening around the top of the tower.

Left in the luxurious room from last night you sat up in the expensive sheets with pantalones lingering scent wafting with each hit of the sheets.

Knees tucked underneath yourself as you observed the room you were in.

You assumed the room was violet and dark ebony coded only instead the morning rays revealed the black and red detailing on the wood walls and wood floors of a rich wood most liyue homes did not have.

The canopy a dark gem blue shade glittering in the sunlight around you like gems in a cave.

At this point as you sat slack jawed in his bed you weren't completely sure what you were supposed to do. He left you alone in his bed with no way to get back to the harbor.

You scolded yourself as you realized what you truly did.

Remembering glimpses of letting Pantalone own you were all you remembered.

So vulnerable to him, you cringe at yourself for even pretending to trust him.

your clothes weren't anywhere, especially not on the bedside where you were undressed.

You were just left to wrap the thick sheets around yourself feeling warm in the cold dewy air beginning to seep into the open balcony across from the bed.

“Good morning my lady,” Galinas cheerful self sang out from the sliding door as she hummed a tune you'd never heard before as she went towards the wardrobe on the south wall.

Instinctively you wrapped the sheets tighter around your chest covering your front as well as you could at the fast approaching bodyguard who was humming unlocking the dark ornate wardrobe.

“My lord deeply apologizes for leaving without saying a word but~” she held her pointer finger up

She hooked her hands on the inside of the carved hand piece outside of the wardrobe before opening the large door to you.

You wouldn't believe your eyes seeing the array of different spectrums of colors and types of fabric stuffed into the medium sized wardrobe with ease.

It had to be more than enough things to clothe a whole village at least.

“My lord has graciously supplied you with clothes to wear during your stay here until his return” she bowed, moving to the side of the wardrobe.

“Wait, stay?” You narrowed your eyes

“Yes! A whole month of relaxation away from the busy harbor” she giggled as she went towards the stone lined bathroom.

You froze.

“The whole month?” You asked a gasp.

Galina turned around to lean against the wood frame to face you.

“Yes my lady, consider this a special privilege” she crossed her hand over her chest.

“I know it seems like there isn't much to do at first glance and all but there's actually a lot you can do around here”

You only smiled as you clenched the cool sheets harder, your knuckles growing white from your grip.

“Now let me get your bath started so your day can begin” Galina exclaimed before going inside the open bathroom in front of where you were sitting.

“You know—Galina— I think I can dress myself and shower for the day”

The rustic golden faucet was already turned on to your dismay as the sound of water filling echoed into the room.

“Please Galina” you begged, glancing towards the bathroom entrance.

“Nope! My lord said that me and fedor are to treat you as he would if he was here” Galina’s voice echoed.

You groaned but after a few moments of waiting you decided to wrap the sheet around yourself before you finally joined Galina in the restroom.

“Please”

Galina turned her face being obscured by her fatui mage mask leaving it a mystery what she was truly emoting beyond you.

“No ”

“Such a stubborn lotus lián ”

“Our lord wasn’t lying when he said you were modest”

Galina shook her head as she felt the warm steam spiraling from the stone carved tub of dark stone.

“But-”

“No buts”

Crossing your arms you stayed sulking across the bamboo lined bathroom watching the water be filled with different oils and some unique cubes that smelled of warm custard and vanilla began to color the everclear water with a ivory shade.

“The water should be perfect if you want to get in” Galina lifted her hand from the water moving towards the tall ornate rack beside the stone tub.

“Or will I have to push you in”

“No-no i'll get in just…”

Galina raised a brow from over her mask.

“Please turn around” you awkwardly asked.

“Of course my lady”

She turned towards the wall staying firmly in place while you untied your sheet covering your body leaving the sheet on the cool marble ground, sitting on the edge of the ledge you let your toe test the water before completely submerging into the milky, fragrant mixture.

“Is the bath to your liking my lady”

You looked back towards the wall to see galina with the utmost patience at the spring wood on the wall.

“Its very different than what im used to”

You completely sink your chest under the water letting yourself be soaked in the small white petals swirling in the water.

“You know you can turn around Galina” you reassured

“Ah of course my lady”

You could see the dark violet flash of her cloak as she faced you standing in an attentive way.

“Lián”

You only looked over the steamy bath towards Galina.

“would you feel comfortable for me to wash you?”

Your face heated at the suggestion only making an awkward sound from the back of your throat akin to gagging.

“Is this a snezhnaya thing or something?” You gawked.

Galina only laughed allowing you to hear her laugh for the first time since she had become your bodyguard of sorts.

“i'll assume you've never been bathed before my lady lián”

you only sunk into the water even more.

“Trust me once our lord returns you'll have more than enough baths you won't ever go back to those cold streams you bath in”

Your mind blanked out at the mention.

Cold streams…

Silently you looked over at galina who was grabbing a small wash cloth and different tools you saw once in a high end salon where Yelan and Keqing had gone to.

“How did you know about that”

You lifted your knees to your chest.

No one knows about my childhood

Galina only brought the items to the natural stacked ledge besides where you were soaking, humming a small tune as she grabbed a stone like item.

“I've heard from different subordinates that Liyue uses cold streams of water to shower; I just naturally assumed my lady”

She grabbed your arms closest to her, extending it before the rough surface of the stone rubbed over your arms.

“I hope I didn't step on your toes”she quickly added apologetically.

you shook your head watching as she scrubbed your arms and back with the stone and washcloth.

“No not at all”

Galina only continued to scrub you in the tub idly scrubbing away at your skin.

“You should relax lián; you know it isn't good to be this tense” she pressed into your legs.

“I'm just… thinking”

“About what my lady?”

“If it's about the banker he should be barely leaving the harbor right now”

“What do you mean? Wasn't he supposed to be gone early in the morning” you turned your head inquisitively to Galina still carrying on rubbing the rough stone on your feet.

“He was but… he had something to take care of first in the harbor before he left” she murmured lowly.

You hummed in acknowledgement; galina grabbed your feet from the tub leading them to the cool natural ledge before she began to give your feet a pedicure of sorts.

“Oh wow your feet seem awfully rough my lady” galina poked and prodded at your feet.

“A bit unfitting for the harbingers fiancee”

You began to furiously blush before you puffed your cheek.

“I'm surprised a apothecary woman would have feet as if they've ran around in rocks all day”

“I travel around the harbor a lot”

You purse your lips together.

“Well thank goodness we have a whole month to spend together. I can make you look like a princess by the time our lord comes back” galina happily continued scrubbing your feet.

“Yeah”

Thank goodness

“Are you sure I need all of this to go to the harbor”

You pulled at the loose peach and orange train pooling around the entrance of the veranda.

“No no Lián, leave the dress alone!” Galina exclaimed from behind you running up the stacked staircase where your dress was currently laying.

“But this seems so… dramatic for a trip to the market” you frowned.

You looked down at the flowing dress you wore. this one being more summery and bigger on you with colors that reminded you of a sunsettia, the fabric wrapping around your neck covering your chest and eventually being tied in a ribbon on the back of the skirt of the dress.

“Remember what I said Lián~”

Galina retired the ribbons on the back of your dress.

“Princess training began this morning!”

She said with her hands on her hips.

“Whatever i'll just got find Fedor this instant to free me from this torture ” you walked up towards the steep steps leading inside.

“oh you think he isn't in the know lián?” Galina giggled

“He was the first one I explained my plan to”

You stopped in the doorway crossing your arms.

“Lián, are you ready?” Fedor's voice came from within the hazy sitting room ahead of you.

Moving out of the way for your bodyguard as he materialized from fire energy next to you this hood covering him as usual.

“Of course, but I'd like to ask if I can go back home first to collect something ”

Fedor and Galina stayed silent at your request.

“Im afraid—”

“We can't let you go back to your previous home”

You raised a brow.

“It's not that we want to but our lord explicitly told us to keep you here”

“In your new abode”

You sighed, “well if he said so I guess i'll wait”

They only both continued in front of you as they guided you out from the cave into the cavern opening.

The clouds were low making it hard for you to determine the exact location you were at, a path presumably leading down the mountain was the only notable thing you could take note of.

A small carriage was waiting in front of the large rocks lining the entrance of the tall cave. A few agents standing guard next the carriage looking to be regular fatui soldiers as they each nodded as you strided past, your two guards following diligently behind you.

When you reached the carriage you were about to step inside when the door opened only for you to be stopped by fedors large gloved hand on your bare shoulder.

“My lady wait—”

Ruffling in his coat pocket he pulled a dark blindfold out.

“I'm sorry we must do this as a security measure my lady”

He wrapped the blindfold around your face, securing it behind your ears.

Unfortunately it was thick enough to not see much under or over the opaque cloth.

Presumably Galina grabbed your hand leading you into the carriage along with Fedor carrying the length of your dress into the carriage.

Sitting on the velvet seats you felt the carriage go forward carrying on the descent down the mountain.

Trying to notice the different twists and steep turns you listened for anything to give a hint on where the mountain was.

“Once we get to the base of the mountains we should be able to free you from the blindfold” fedor spoke from your left side.

“And then we should be at the market in about 20 minutes,” Galina spoke from your right side.

You nodded fiddling with the loose fabric around your lap as the carriage continued a while longer around a turn.

“So….”

You cleared your throat.

“Does all of pantalones conquest get this treatment”

“My lady! You are not just a one night stand” Galina nudged your arm.

“yes my lady, you are his beloved”

“I'm going to assume he just told you to say that in case I asked” you shrugged, “besides i'm sure he's got many choices in snezhnaya”

“please my lady don't be so modest”

“I'll try ”

Finally the carriage took a swift turn before you felt fedor grab your blindfold.

“The harbor awaits”

You felt the blindfold come off seeing the familiar harbor you'd seen for many decades.

Your home

The market near the bustling harbor was the first stop, many different wares were brought since it was the first of the month allowing you to walk the pier system below and look for exotic wares you couldn't afford usually.

The only perk to pantalone.

The stares of the people around you was a massive weight on your shoulders.

A few vendors assumed you immediately to be royalty or from the few families of wealth in the harbor.

Others looked and leered at your guards surrounding you as you went to food stalls to get different foods.

But you didn't see the pair of eyes you needed to see.

Only, luck was somehow on your side.

Galina suddenly stiffened up as she got behind you, her lantern brimming with electricity crackling around you causing you to jump away.

Unaware of what was happening you tried to move forward to see what she was preparing to fight you felt Fedor grab you moving you away towards the alley next to the tall tree above the market.

Peeking over the tall fatui agent you were able to see the millelith

Finally they noticed

You didn't know Galina could fight until now; the clash between the spears and her electricity struck the soldiers before it’d disperse violently in dark purple and electric blue hues lighting the colorful market as she twirled and generated more electro energy.

The immense number of millelith swarming the area grew as Galina tried her best to take them down one by one,

Seeing her grow sloppy in her movements you watched Fedor stealthy disappear into the shadows casted underneath the sparse trees.

Reappearing amongst the millelith was all you saw as him and galina began to fiercely fight on against the barrage of assaults occurring around you.

A blue thin line was casted around your waist, the familiar thread like luminous blue strings glowed around you before you were picked up from where you were standing against the vacant alley.

Elemental energy vibrating around your arms as you suddenly found yourself on the rooftop of the shipyard.landing with a rough thud you were brought to your knees as your flash of orange and blush dress fell around you like a vibrant flower petal on rooftop shingles.

“Huh I guess I was worried for nothing”

A familiar mischevious voice approached behind you.

“All dressed up and well fed” her manicured hands picked up the orange train on the back of your long dress.

You rose to your feet only glaring back at your lavish boss a sight you wouldnt admit was welcomed.

“Yeah, yeah— why the sudden rescue? You said you'd never interfere in any operations unless…”

Your eyes widen with realization as you turned to yelan.

A grim expression on her face as she looked you deep in your eyes with sincerity.

“So the worst has come upon us then?”

“Worst I fear” yelan exhaled

Worst news than we can imagine

Pacing back and forth combing your manicured nails through your hair nervously, you couldn't stop yourself from shaking as you looked over to the sprawling deep navy ocean in front of Yelan and yourself.

“What the hell do we do? Pantalone left to snezhnaya this morning”

“He could be resuming his hunt for the rest of us right now and we wouldnt even know”

The wind picking up;feeling the breeze flow through your dress.

“Your thinking is too grim (name)” Yelan crossed her arms before sitting on the raised shingles of the roof.

“Lau, Dan, and Lo are missing; not dead as far as I know”

“yes but five of our subordinates are dead. They could be bodies floating in Qingxu pool right now” you scratched your neck.

“If it's the fatui i'm next and eventually…”

“You”

Yelan only laughed a hardy loud laugh as she clenched her stomach.

“How dare they think they can take me down let alone take you too” she wiped a tear from her eye.

“No,the worst news is going to be what i'm about to tell you”

You only frowned before nodding for her to continue.

“Your going to be solo for the rest of this mission indefinitely”

“your dead in the water (name)”

disbelief was all you felt as you clenched the sides of your head.

“So what, im just stuck with that harbinger until when?” You fiddled with your hair.

”I’m sorry (name) I can't pull you out until we catch The Regerator”

“The risk is greater than you can imagine; if he finds out your working for us he could hold you hostage or worst”

Shaking your head in disgusts you didnt bother answering only letting your head fall, staring at the few trees below.

”I know you have your vision, if the worst comes up I know you could protect yourself”

”don't even bother”

You stood up on the roof letting your dress billow behind you as you approached the ledge of the roof.

”I’ll take the Regerator down by myself, no vision required”

looking around you saw the ally you were previously corralled in before you took one step back.

”see you”

Jumping from the roof into the alley with your dress made a parachute like effect, gracefully landing on your sandal clad feet onto the stony road.

It seemed the millelith was gone but your guards were frantically searching around the small market square, their obvious hoods looking around the few stalls that were still present from the fight that probably ensued while you were gone. The thought to slip off once more came to your mind only to be abruptly stopped.

Despite the lingering spite of yelan pretty much abandoning you

Her warning was what stopped you.

you were indifferent about taking down the Regerator at this point; but the overwhelming question of where your three coworkers were.

and hoping the worst wouldn't happen to you as well.

“Lián!”

Galinas iron grip around your arm was all you felt as she dragged you out from the shadows into the bright sunny day.

”Thank Archons we found you”

Fedor quickly rejoined you from behind as he inspected your bare arms and face.

“It should be safe now lady Lián, apparently we were confused for a few other fatuus that were wanted” Fedor began to guide you along with galina towards the main road to the harbor.

”But there shouldn’t be any more interruptions,” Galina chirped from beside you.

nodding was all you could say, or all you were free to say.

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