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thuranni · 2 years ago
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well this one undid me a little and therefore i went insane about it all.
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vampteiga · 4 months ago
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𓏵  Day. II of @whisfer event。 swan lake op
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Columbina ✚𓈒  ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
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jessamine-rose · 1 year ago
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Dottore’s lover who is salty about the death of his Segments. They know it was a necessary sacrifice for the Electro Gnosis, but they were so fond of his younger clones!!
In an act of pettiness, their home is redecorated with a family altar that has photos of the fallen Segments. His lover will regularly light incense and leave offerings of Dottore’s favorite food for them, preferably in front of the original and Omega Build. If Dottore objects, they will just say it is part of their grieving process >:/
And if this lover is Pantalone, he should also expect a grand funeral held for the Segments.
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criticalrolo · 1 year ago
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she is everything to me. also that is hal getting vivisected in her notes. she's going to be so fun @actionsurges
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h2o2-and-baking-soda · 2 years ago
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signora's death rlly gets to me i'm sorry
like her lore is so, so cool. the crimson witch who, out of the madness of grief, took it upon herself to fix what killed her love, and then got essentially frozen by the tsaritsa as to not die.
and she was just in inazuma as a diplomat, she wasn't even there to fight. the traveller comes barging in, challenges her to a duel before the throne, and before she can even get a word in, it's already begun [and honestly, doomed from the start].
she was scared. you could literally see it.
in her very first introduction song, l'arrivo della signora, there was a small part near the end that was reminiscent of the mondstadt theme right before the leitmotif of her boss/death theme. i absolutely love this little addition and nod to her backstory!!
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thewriteadviceforwriters · 1 month ago
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100 Vocabulary Words for Gothic Fiction | For Writers
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Hello Writers! I've put together a list of 100 words to help you expand your vocabulary for writing gothic fiction in October. I categorized the words for easy reference. I did some research using thesauruses and dictionaries to compile this list for you. I hope you find it helpful! 👻🎃
Atmospheric Words
Tenebrous - dark and gloomy
Oppressive - overwhelming and unpleasantly powerful
Ominous - suggesting evil or harm is imminent
Eerie - strange and frightening
Uncanny - mysterious and unsettling
Nefarious - wicked or criminal
Malevolent - having evil intentions
Sinister - giving the impression of evil
Melancholy - deep sadness
Lugubrious - mournful or dismal
Sombre - dark and gloomy
Dreary - dull and depressing
Desolate - empty and lonely
Bleak - cold and depressing
Dank - unpleasantly damp and cold
Character Descriptions
Pallid - abnormally pale
Gaunt - thin and bony
Haggard - looking exhausted and unwell
Cadaverous - corpse-like
Wan - pale and sickly
Spectral - ghost-like
Enigmatic - mysterious and difficult to understand
Brooding - appearing darkly thoughtful
Tortured - suffering mentally or physically
Macabre - disturbing due to focus on death or injury
Architectural Features
Gothic - relating to medieval style architecture
Dilapidated - in a state of disrepair
Decrepit - worn out or ruined due to age
Crumbling - breaking into small fragments
Decaying - rotting or decomposing
Ramshackle - in a state of severe disrepair
Crypt - underground room or vault
Turret - small tower on a building
Parapet - low protective wall along the edge of a roof
Buttress - structure built against a wall for support
Supernatural Elements
Apparition - ghost or spirit
Phantasm - figment of the imagination
Specter - ghost or phantom
Wraith - ghost or spirit
Revenant - person who returns as a spirit after death
Ethereal - extremely delicate and light
Otherworldly - belonging to an imaginary or spiritual world
Paranormal - beyond normal explanation
Preternatural - beyond what is normal in nature
Occult - supernatural or magical
Emotions and States of Mind
Dread - great fear or apprehension
Foreboding - fearful apprehension
Trepidation - fear or anxiety about something that may happen
Anguish - severe mental or physical pain
Despair - complete loss of hope
Melancholia - deep and long-lasting sadness
Hysteria - exaggerated or uncontrollable emotion
Delirium - state of confusion and hallucination
Madness - state of severe mental illness
Obsession - persistent disturbing preoccupation with an idea or feeling
Gothic Settings
Moor - area of open, uncultivated upland
Wasteland - barren or desolate area
Labyrinth - complex maze-like structure
Catacomb - underground cemetery
Dungeon - dark underground prison
Mausoleum - building housing a tomb or tombs
Sepulcher - small room or monument where a dead person is laid
Necropolis - large cemetery, especially an ancient one
Citadel - fortress that commands a city
Monastery - building occupied by a community of monks
Weather and Natural Phenomena
Tempest - violent windy storm
Miasma - unpleasant or unhealthy smell or vapor
Fog - thick cloud of tiny water droplets
Mist - cloud of tiny water droplets in the air near ground level
Gloom - partial or total darkness
Twilight - soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon
Umbra - the fully shaded inner region of a shadow
Penumbra - the partially shaded outer region of a shadow
Crepuscular - resembling twilight; dim
Tenebrous - dark, shadowy, or obscure
Literary Devices and Narrative Elements
Foreshadowing - warning or indication of a future event
Omen - event regarded as a portent of good or evil
Portent - sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen
Harbinger - person or thing that announces or signals the approach of another
Presage - sign or warning that something will happen
Doppelganger - look-alike or double of a living person
Grotesque - comically or repulsively ugly or distorted
Gothic double - character representing the duality of human nature
Unreliable narrator - narrator whose credibility is compromised
Frame narrative - story within a story
Liminal Spaces and Concepts
Threshold - strip of wood or stone forming the bottom of a doorway
Liminal - occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold
Betwixt - in between
Interstitial - of, forming, or occupying interstices (small spaces between things)
Twilight zone - undefined or intermediate area between two distinct states
Purgatory - place or state of temporary suffering or expiation
Netherworld - imaginary subterranean world of the dead
Abyss - deep or seemingly bottomless chasm
Void - completely empty space
Chthonic - concerning, belonging to, or inhabiting the underworld
Miscellaneous Gothic Terms
Sublime - of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire awe
Ineffable - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words
Eldritch - weird and sinister or ghostly
Atavistic - relating to or characterized by reversion to something ancient or ancestral
Numinous - having a strong religious or spiritual quality; indicating the presence of a divinity
Happy writing, and Happy October! 📜🕯️- Rin T.
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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 months ago
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*scuttles over to you* hey imagine how scared Childe must've been when you first found him as Foul Legacy.
the Harbinger stumbles home after a particularly difficult battle, his boots thumping along the darkened streets, the harbor city asleep under the black blanket of nighttime. labored breaths fall from his fanged maw, Foul Legacy's power barely hanging on so he can get them home, back to where it's safe, back to you. he pushes the door open and immediately doubles over, clutching the wall for support. it's fine, it's fine- he's home now. he'll patch himself up and slip into bed with your sleeping form, wrap his arms around you and drift off, nightmare-free. somehow you always chase away the memories of falling and falling and breaking on the way down.
it's past midnight. usually you're asleep by now, but the thumping noise of the door swinging shut, or perhaps the footsteps downstairs- something woke you. you sit up groggily in bed, following the shuffling and the quiet hisses of pain, not cautious in the slightest. Childe's taught you enough about combat for self-defense, a small sword in your hand as you make your way towards the door. but it clatters to the ground when your eyes land on an otherworldly beast, all violet and black and vivid crimson with sharp claws and two twin horns, hunched near the front door of your home.
you stare. Foul Legacy stares. then he scrambles back and presses himself against the way with a strangled screech.
you nearly jump back in fright, heart hammering in your chest as you grip your weapon. yet the creature merely shrinks away and grips its knees, letting out rasping sobs and whimpers. its blood drips onto the floor, dark and speckled with tiny lights, and your heart suddenly squeezes in a jolt of realization. gingerly you step forward, lowering your blade to the ground as you approach the weeping monster, placing a gentle hand into its thick, familiar coppery hair.
Foul Legacy's head snaps up towards you, his singular, faceted eye wide and filled with tears as he chokes out a faint, mournful whine.
I'm a monster. I'm terrifying. Please, please, please, don't be afraid.
you wrap your arms gently around the Abyssal half of your Harbinger, and Foul Legacy cries as he melts desperately into your embrace.
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sharkiegorath · 2 years ago
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direct relationship between crypto shill billionaires suffering and my skyrocketing interest in pantalone
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nihilityuniverse · 4 months ago
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𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...
ENG is not my First language
I do not own Genshin Impact or any of the pictures used.
Do NOT Repost
Story also available on WattPad: Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
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Chapter 0 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏
𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨
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Eight members of the Harbingers had gathered in the palace-like church. Inside, the air was so frigid that the nation's flags began to freeze, crackling under the intense cold. No candles lit the space; only the ethereal glow of the polar lights streaming through the stained-glass windows provided illumination.
A petite woman with long hair, her eyes concealed behind a delicate white lace mask, hums a familiar lullaby from her deceased friend as she leans against a casket. Her voice echoes softly in the frozen stillness.
The eight other Harbingers watched her from a distance, each wearing a similar coat of identical design. By order of Her Royal Highness Tsaritsa, all Harbingers were required to attend the funeral, even the elusive 0th Harbinger.
The 0th Harbinger, code name: Innamorati — The Lovers;
A figure shrouded in mystery and danger, Innamorati remained an enigma even to her fellow Harbingers.
Known only by whispers and rumors, she was a being crafted by the Cryo Archon herself, a weapon designed to challenge the Celestial Gods. Hidden away for years, her existence was the subject of much speculation.
Some Harbingers were indifferent, focusing solely on the success of their plans, while others were intensely curious. Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, claimed to know nothing about her, adding to her mystique.
Rumors abounded: some said Innamorati would annihilate anyone who crossed her path; others believed she had perished decades ago, her legend merely a shadow from the past.
What they all knew for certain was that Innamorati had a notorious reputation for forgetting critical missions assigned by Tsaritsa herself. This unreliability made her both feared and ridiculed within their ranks.
"We are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade," an old dwarf with a long nose and mustache solemnly broke the deafening silence. "In honor of her sacrifice, all work shall halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing."
"Hehe, merely half a day...?" Pantalone laughed coldly, crossing his hands in front of his chest with a mocking smile. "People say the Northland Bank's true currencies are blood and tears... But mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable."
"Rosalyne died in a foreign land," Arlecchino stepped forward, her crimson red X-cross pupils glowing dangerously bright with annoyance. "But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always find a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland..." She frowned. "You couldn't hope to understand, so why don't you keep your mouth shut?! We don't want to make the children cry."
"Hey, c'mon now, even I don't think this is the right time or place for a fight," Childe chipped in, lazily sitting on one of the wooden benches.
"Utterly risible!" Sandrone mocked, and the machine behind her emitted an audible angry sound.
"Though her methods tarnished her honor, Lohefalter's sacrifice is a great pity. Her loss shall not hinder our progress," Capitano's deep voice resonated through the entire palace, catching everyone's attention.
He turned towards the Doctor, his face hidden behind a dark veil. "But Dottore... What of Scaramouche and the Gnosis from Inazuma?"
Dottore smiled, twirling a tube filled with blue liquid between his fingers. "Conventional wisdom holds that Divine Knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move."
The heavy, frozen church door creaked open, allowing the bitter winter air to sweep inside. Everyone turned their gaze towards it, even Columbina, who had paused her humming. 
A woman, clad in a coat of the same design as theirs, stepped into the church, holding a red paper umbrella. The door closed behind her with a resounding bang. The click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the hall, a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the room.
Her face remained obscured by shadows, yet every person in the room knew instinctively that she was not someone to be trifled with. 
The sense of her power and presence was palpable, a mutual understanding among them all. To cross her would be to invite disaster.
This was Innamorati, the 0th Harbinger, a figure shrouded in mystery and danger, whose very presence commanded respect and fear.
As she advanced, the air seemed to grow even colder, the weight of her presence adding to the already frigid atmosphere. Each step she took resonated with authority, and the silence in the room deepened, a silent acknowledgment of her status among them.
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Finally, you found your way to the place where the funeral was to be held. You hadn't thought you would make it in time, given the ferocity of the snowstorm that had nearly obscured your path and made the journey treacherous.
Your heels clicked sharply with each step as you approached the group of people gathered at the center, where the casket lay. You set your red paper umbrella on one of the wooden benches, the action deliberate and unhurried. 
As the shadow over your face disappeared, the polar light from the stained-glass windows illuminated your features.
With the shadow gone, the collective breath of the eight Harbingers halted involuntarily.
Your beauty was striking: peach-colored, plump lips; long, dark eyelashes framing eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of winter. Your skin was pale and flawless, with a cold radiance that mirrored the icy surroundings. Your presence was both ethereal and commanding, a juxtaposition of delicate grace and chilling power.
You stopped a few steps before the group of Harbingers—your comrades—and looked up at them. 
"0th Harbinger, Innamorati... That is what they call me. You may call me whatever you wish," you introduced yourself, your voice ethereal and soft, yet so cold and lifeless it sent shivers down their spines. "This must be the first time we meet."
"You are quite late, Lord Innamorati," Pulcinella, the old dwarf, addressed you with a mix of respect and caution.
After all, The top-ranked Harbingers, from rank 1 to No. 3, possess powers that can rival the gods. So what about No. 0? Could she surpass the powers of the gods? Or even be greater?
You let out an annoyed sigh. "All the snow-covered streets look the same, and the blizzard did not make navigating to this gathering any easier."
Pantalone chuckled, turning towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"If I had known, I would have taken you with me in my carriage, Lady Innamorati. Alas, I am left to wonder why there were no escorts ready for you. I thought I had ordered the highest-ranked Skirmishers for your protection." His voice was dangerously smooth, laden with speculation, hinting at the rumors of you annihilating anyone who crossed your path.
Before you could respond, Childe interjected from the side. "Huh? The oh-so-feared Innamorati getting lost in a mere snowstorm? This is truly a sight to behold." His tone dripped with mockery. 
"Were you also getting lost on the way to your missions?" His voice carried an angry undertone, bitterness seeping through his words. 
He had often been the one to hurriedly take on your missions at the last minute, running from one nation to another like a lackey. The mission to obtain the Geo Archon's Gnosis had been assigned to you, not him, nor the now-deceased Signora. In the end, he had faced severe repercussions after the Northland Bank had to pay heavy reparations.
If gazes could kill, Childe would have been long dead under Pantalone's icy stare. Though his slight smile remained, his eyes closed behind his glasses, he radiated a murderous aura. He longed to hear your voice again and to capture your attention. Such a rare opportunity shouldn't be wasted.
"Insolent child! How dare you—!" Sandrone hissed at Childe, her anger palpable. She, too, feared inciting your wrath. If Childe weren't a fellow Harbinger, Sandrone would have killed him long ago for destroying her ruin guard factory.
"It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics." 
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A deep, husky voice resonated through the church, cutting through the cold silence like a blade.
The man stepped forward from the shadows, his right side concealed by a dark mask. It was Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, and his presence commanded instant respect.
His voice, cold and demanding, echoed with authority as he advanced towards the casket.
"Right now, you have no captive audience," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Harbingers and guests, silently commanding them to gather and pay heed.
You stood on the opposite side of Pierro, your own presence a stark contrast to his imposing figure.
"Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and let this nation endure for all time," Pierro intoned, his voice carrying the weight of solemn duty.
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The assembly lowered their heads in reverence, eyes closing as he delivered the farewell speech. Your hand drifted absently towards your Divine Key, a subconscious gesture.
"In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa," Pierro continued, his voice imbued with a steely resolve, "we will seize authority from the gods."
After several minutes of mournful meditation, Pierro broke the silence and left the building, his movements purposeful and commanding.
The others followed in silent procession, a testament to their respect and shared grief. You took your red paper umbrella, closing your eyes briefly before stepping into the freezing, snow-covered landscape.
"Absolute peace."
As you all departed, the church behind you began to freeze over, layers of crystal ice encasing it under the unyielding winter sky, which shimmered with the ethereal glow of the aurora.
"Such is the gift from the Tsaritsa, such is Her Majesty's benevolence," Pierro declared, his voice carrying a chilling reverence as he halted and gazed up at the celestial lights.
"Now you rest in this coffin, encased in layer upon layer of ice. But, Rosalyne, I promise you..."
"Your final resting place will be the entirety of the Old World," Pierro's voice echoed through the night sky, his farewell imbued with a cold resolve that matched the frozen land around you.
As you watched the polar light dancing across the vast darkness of the sky, a thought surfaced in your mind. You had never known this person, but you had made a promise to someone...
You halted in your steps and glanced back at the frozen church.
Some tasks have to be done, even if they seem pointless.
Amidst the snow, you caught a glimpse of shadowy hands emerging from the icy landscape, reaching out towards the sky one by one, as if seeking transcendence. As you blinked, everything returned to normal.
"Another Memory..."
"Lady Innamorati, is something the matter?" Pierro's voice broke through your reverie as he noticed you staring back at the frozen church.
"...meaningless," you whispered to yourself, yet the faint wind carried your words to Pierro. 
"Pardon?" Pierro asked again, this time capturing the attention of some of the other Harbingers, especially Dottore. The Doctor, ever curious, considered whether you might make an intriguing subject for his experiments.
"It's nothing. Continue without me. I wish to be alone," you ordered, your voice light as silk yet cold as ice. Pierro nodded, casting one last glance at you before leaving. 
Dottore lingered a moment longer, watching you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. As he did, the falling snow seemed to halt and move backward, defying the natural order.
"Existence is fleeting as the dawn's dew," your voice echoed in a dimension separate from the real world, where time had ceased.
Dottore's breath caught as he watched you, disbelief etched across his features. His analytical mind struggled to comprehend the anomaly unfolding before him.
"Yet, I guide the wandering souls on the still waters of oblivion..."
The dimension around you cracked like glass, shattering as you began to walk towards the church.
"...and weep for the departed."
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A powerful gust of wind struck Dottore, and in that moment, he perceived everything yet nothing. The world seemed meaningless and empty. He felt his body ascending, his soul slipping away...
"Don't look back..." Your ethereal voice called to him, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness.
He felt a pull from behind, "Move forward," you whispered. In the next instant, he stood where Pierro had asked if you were alright moments before.
Dottore's breath hitched, his cold heart pounding faster than ever. This was neither a dream nor an illusion. He knew this with certainty. What had just happened? The question echoed in his mind, a mystery as deep as the winter night itself.
One thing was certain: he had unmistakably felt the presence of the Almighty One—the Divine Creator.
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peachdues · 9 months ago
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THE DIVINING ROD — PROLOGUE
Obanai’s Tell Me to Stop
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A/N: the prologue to Obanai’s installment of Tell Me to Stop, first teased here.
CW: canon setting AU • Reader is the Vine Pillar • blood • angst • scars • mentions of past torture • panic • this fic will be HELLA NSFW so MDNI
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From the first day he drew his sword, Obanai Iguro knew life within the Demon Slayer Corps meant accepting two, twin truths.
The first was this: a career as a swordsman of the Corps means one’s life expectancy is cut drastically short. Few make it to adulthood; even fewer to retirement.
The second truth is that your time within the Corps is marked by one or two events: either you live to see another day, or you do not. There is no in between; it is either life or death, and more often than not, the Slayers themselves do not have the luxury of choosing between the two. That choice is finite and there is no gray. Members of the Demon Slayer Corps do not go missing; either they are torn apart and devoured by the very monsters they fight, or they live to see the next sunrise, only to await nightfall once more and thrust their lives back into the fickle, shifty hands of fate.
No slayer is spared that perilous dance, no matter their rank. Mizunotos and Hashira alike all know that their tether to the world they’re trying to save is little more than a fraying thread which grows more tenuous by the day, with every battle won at the expense of the lives lost.
The crows; it is the crows, the harbingers of both victory and death, who keep them apprised of their numbers. Slayers do not go missing; they are either dead or they are not. If there is nothing left of a Slayer to bury, their crow will say as much, and they will still get a headstone in the Master’s ever-growing graveyard. The crows always return, even when their assigned masters do not. It is the expectation; a given.
There is no protocol in the event neither Slayer nor crow returns, and it is that absence which blows a gaping, jagged hole right through Obanai’s understanding of his nature not just as a Hashira, but his very existence as a swordsman.
Because the Vine Pillar has vanished and there is no trace of either her or her bird to be found. There is no frantic, bleating announcement that she’s fallen at the hands of some formidable foe, no mournful sobs of the Kakushi as they solemnly carry a box bearing whatever of her remained to be buried with her brothers and sisters in death.
There was only silence; thick, oppressive, loud silence that is punctuated by the conspicuous gap in the lineup of Pillars gathered for an emergency meeting at Headquarters.
The air between the Sound and Insect Pillars is still; a tear in the fabric of reality, pulled back to reveal that something is wrong, something is out of place.
Something is missing.
Obanai cannot stop staring at it; that space between Kocho and Uzui, the utter absence of matter that should form that familiar face, that signature haori, everything that makes up her and her warmth and her comfort.
Everything he cherishes.
“Then she is dead,” Uzui declares once the Master’s children finish explaining their summoning.
“We don’t know for certain,” a soft voice, feminine and evocative of that which is distinctly pink, rises above their heads at the opposite end of their line. “Missions often take weeks, and she may simply be unable to answer —,”
“No one has seen or heard from her in weeks, nor has there been any sight of her crow.” The Sound Pillar challenges, though not unkindly. He is familiar with the friendship between the Vine and Love Pillars, and he does his best to deliver the blow as painlessly as he can. “Even Y/L/N would not ignore an emergency summons from headquarters, no matter how deep in her mission she might have been.”
Obanai is still staring at the void between his comrades where she should be, but Uzui’s words make his fists clench, the skin of his knuckles white. Beside him, the Wind Pillar shifts, sensing his growing agitation.
His panic.
Though he is inclined to voice his agreement with the pinkette at the end of their formation, Serpent Pillar does not speak. He cannot; not while he is busy retracing the last weeks in his mind, mentally calculating how much time would have passed between that night and the mission she did not return from, and whether there was a chance it was different from the one that haunted his every waking moment.
“Where was she assigned?” Rengoku’s voice was strong and commanding as ever, though if he listened hard enough, Obanai could discern the faintest tremble as the Flame Pillar, too, worried after his absent friend.
“A fishing village in the east.” One of the Master’s twins answers, and it feels like an accusation only he can hear, as Obanai feels the very ground beneath his feet break apart and open wide.
How he wishes the oblivion below the earth would swallow him up.
“She’s dead.” Uzui repeats, his head bowing solemnly.
“She’s not,” both the Love and Flame Pillars insist in unison.
Wide, anxious green eyes peer over the heads of their comrades at him, and Obanai can feel how they burn into his head, beseeching him to say something, anything, but he does not; cannot.
The Master’s pristine garden falls away, as does the rising bickering of the other pillars as they debate the merits of a search and rescue operation; whether they have the numbers or time to spare it any consideration. Whatever they decide, it is without the Serpent Pillar’s vote, because he cannot hear them over the roaring in his ears; the new truth he is forced to bear.
That truism is this: the Vine Pillar is missing.
And it is entirely his fault.
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fatuismooches · 8 months ago
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Fragile reader reincarnation has been rotting my brain...
Dottore would have failed to cure you fast enough, resulting in your untimely death. But he kept trying. He pursued everything he could, from knowledge and procedures that shouldn't be tampered with to baseless myths and rumors that obviously held no fact, yet he investigated them thoroughly anyway because he was uncharacteristically desperate. Needing just one thing to spark some progress in his research. However, despite him and his segments searching exhaustively, nothing came up. Eventually, he had to let your body rest.
Decades upon decades would go by, and he would become far more closed off. His segments would attend all the meetings and deal with others. The mortal Harbingers had passed on already, replaced by new ones. There was still Columbina, who had mourned you a great deal as well, but he didn't speak to her much. The world had become rather boring now without you and your unpredictability. Yes, his experiments did still spark excitement whenever they turned out to be successful, but the feeling that you were missing often lingered. The person he waited over four hundred years for, and now he would wait an eternity to never be reunited with you. However, that would change one day.
It would be one of the rare days one of the segments was out in public - Omega had just returned from a meeting with the new banker for the Fatui. In the past, Prime used to attend such things sometimes, but now the responsibility was primarily his. The segment was about to return to the lab when something very familiar caught his attention.
Your laugh.
Now, the segment has replayed your voice in his head many times since your death, burned into his core, but it never felt as real as just now. It has his interest piqued. And that's when he sees you. The same eyes and smile he could recognize anywhere. Upon getting closer, your voice, quirks, and habits are unnaturally similar to what he remembers from so many years ago. Already, many thoughts and possibilities are running through Omega's head, but what seals the deal is when the other person refers to you as [Name]. Now, he simply must approach you.
It isn't hard for his skilled tongue to get information out of you, and although you do think he's a bit too inquisitive for a stranger (new friend), he's just too charming to resist, for some odd reason. (You don't know much about the Harbingers and can't recognize him.) And the similarities are too stark to ignore, from your former attendance in the Akademiya to your hobbies and research interests. Of course, there's still more he would need to confirm, but the most likely possibility is that this you... is a reincarnation.
Of course, revealing this news to the other segments, naturally creates an uproar, all of them wanting to see you in person to confirm this for themselves. But unfortunately, that isn't very easy because you'd definitely get scared seeing all these unnaturally similar blue-haired men randomly coming up to you. So only the older segments that look close to Omega come out to visit you. You can't tell the difference much, only besides you think he has slightly longer hair, and his voice isn't as deep, but you barely know him, so maybe you're just mistaken? Either way, all of them are courteous to you, although a bit- no, very strange. Still, you find it familiar. From where you don't know. (They have taken samples of your hair strands and skin but you don't know that.)
And then there are times when the 'same' man pops up but with a different mask. You just assumed that he decided to swap masks, but he acts a bit different from usual. You don't know how to describe it, but he seems the tiniest bit forlorn. Stares at you so hard you get a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn't do it maliciously. But when certain topics come around he seems to test the waters on your opinions before opening up some more. It seems he can't trust you very much yet. But perhaps time could change that.
Zandy would be the first to trust you wholeheartedly of course - the original you's death undoubtedly scarred his young heart, having been the first person to ever show the child unconditional love. When he sees that you're back, with the same smile and eagerness to entertain his childish desires, he can't help but indulge in your love once again.
A part of Dottore just wants to make you live in the lab with him, but it's obvious that would make you scared, and the last thing he wants to do is scare the someone who is supposed to be his beloved. However, a part of me wonders if Dottore would be able to truly love the reincarnated reader the same as he loved the original one. Because this isn't the person he spent centuries with, the one he's had since his young days. Whatever part of his heart that has the ability to love, loves the first you wholly, far too attached. Does have room for reincarnated you? Can he make room? That is something you two will have to work out.
At the very least, if you still happen to be sick in this life, he swears to cure you this time.
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chucapybara · 6 months ago
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—monsters.
a short arlecchino x harbinger fem!reader drabble.
—in which a wounded innamorati is tended to be blackened hands and mournful words.
notes: "innamorati" is one of the cast in the commedia dell'arte, with the theme of the lovers, if i remember correctly. they are usually a pair, as well. wrote this a few days ago; this came to me with my own version of a harbinger!oc in mind (hence it may come off as self-shippy), but i think it's vague enough to substitute a reader as innamorati. :3c inna also has cryo-inclined abilities (hence titled "Permafrost") and covers themselves in armour!
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"You still bleed like a man does."
"And how does... ngfh... a man bleed?"
"Red."
Were it not for the slickened crimson coating her cursed palms, Arlecchino may as well have thought that the Innamorati was no more than an inanimate suit of obsidian. Innamorati's breaths come heavy, misting like frost at the base of her visor.
There is a kinship, in the blood and in the ghastly taint that sours them both. Like beckons like, as the familiar recognises the familiar from a sea of crowds.
For a moment, Arlecchino's dead-eyed gaze flickers over the shadows in Innamorati's helmet, as if searching for a glimpse of the soul that stares beneath. She almost catches the abyssal-flecked hazel, the dredges of human, or what once was human.
"Innamorati."
"Mmh."
"The children will mourn your passing," the Fourth mutters. It's difficult to dress the wound of an acquaintance who refuses to shed their armour, but she improvises. The bleeding must stop eventually.
"Will they, now?"
Arlecchino bows her head, the slightest nudge of a nod. It was not often that Innamorati passed by the House, but every instance always brought with it the intrigue from the children, and the rumour of the risen "abyssal knight". For all the Lovers' aloof frigidity, a wonder it had become when said abyssal knight would bring souvenirs and trinkets for the children of the Hearth after and between deployments, when said abyssal knight would converse with the fosters in a voice soft as snow, gentle as a whisper upon a dandelion breeze.
Quickly, Innamorati had unknowingly earned a place for herself among the denizens of that organisation, and had come under the scrutiny of its unfeeling Father. Hence had Arlecchino found a wounded Innamorati, returned from a mission, stalking past whilst nursing an injury; hence had Arlecchino beckoned her fellow Harbinger into her office, where a box of medical supplies sits in her cabinet for unforeseen events much like this.
"And of you?" The words come slow from 'neath Inna's helm, a gravelled drag to them, strained. "Will you mourn my passing, Knave?"
There is a long silence. With calculating coldness, the baleful moon falls quiet, perhaps contemplative, perhaps resentful of the question.
How many has she reaped? How many throats slashed, heads ground into a marrowy pulp? And of the many, of what number were those she had no strength to aid, left to keep the reminder of their lives in their final breaths?
Even now, from the depths of that icy past blazed upon a crimson pyre, Innamorati ferried recollections that the Knave had not pondered in a long time: her first blood, on that fated arena, within the cage of a woman madder than she—the blood of a fallen dreamer, an heir to tragedy.
When Arlecchino does not answer, Innamorati answers for her.
"Well," the Permafrost mutters in a rasp, "I have yet to forfeit my life, stubborn as I am. You do not grieve for the living."
"And yet we grieve, still, for what eludes us in the present."
Their gazes meet—or Arlecchino thinks they do. She feels a knowing shiver at the tilt of Innamorati's head, in her direction, where the fiery moon meets a frigid sun.
We grieve for what we have lost.
And if naught else, yours is the grave whose flowers I shall never allow to wilt.
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the-bi-library · 7 months ago
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Here are bisexual books out in April!
Books listed:
In Universes by Emet North Dear Bi Men: A Black Man's Perspective on Power, Consent, Breaking Down Binaries, and Combating Erasure by J.R. Yussuf Truly, Madly, Deeply by Alexandria Bellefleur Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1) by Harper Hawthorne Saint-Seducing Gold (The Forge & Fracture Saga #2) by Brittany N. Williams Darker by Four (Darker by Four, #1) by June C.L. Tan Rough Trade by Katrina Carrasco The Last Love Song by Kalie Holford Moon Dust in My Hairnet by J.R. Creaden What Is Love? by Jen Comfort Finally Fitz by Marisa Kanter The Boyfriend Fix by Lee Pini Playing for Keeps by Jennifer Dugan She Came for Blood (Dreamers & Demons: Sapphic Monsters Book 3) by Darva Green Call Forth a Fox by Markelle Grabo I'm The Same by James Ungurait Something Kindred by Ciera Burch Calling of Light (Shamanborn, #3) by Lori M. Lee Off With Their Heads by Zoe Hana Mikuta Even If We're Broken by A.M. Weald Harley Quinn: Redemption (DC Icons Series Book 3) by Rachael Allen Rainbow Overalls by Maggie Fortuna Smile and Be a Villain by Yves Donlon Lights, Camera, Passion by Isabel Lucero Hearts Still Beating by Brooke Archer Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married by Georgia Beers Court of Wanderers (Silver Under Nightfall, #2) by Rin Chupeco Good Mourning, Darling (Darling Disposition, #1) by Azalea Crowley All the Hype (Oak Haven Romance) by S. Bolanos The Devil to Pay by Katie Daysh Every Time You Hear That Song by Jenna Voris
You can find these books in this list on goodreads
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jessamine-rose · 1 month ago
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Hi. I don't know if you answered this but what happened to Kitty's family? and did they find out what Pantalone did?
Read my Yandere! Pantalone fics first <3
Ohh thank you for asking this!! It was fun to revisit the story of Yandere! Pantalone x Kitty! Darling, and I hope you enjoy the additional lore on Kitty’s family (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))
Note:: yandere, fic spoilers under the cut
The Lai family is never able to recover their wealth nor their social status.
Her parents and sister are the most affected. To keep afloat, they had to sell their estate and switch to a humbler lifestyle. Alas, it will take years for them to pay off their debt to the Northland Bank, especially since Pantalone charges interest.
On the other hand, Kitty’s brother is actually living his best life in Sumeru. Similar to Kitty, Gege grew up stifled by their family and high society; the difference is that he wanted to distance himself from the two. During his time at the Akademiya, he became more independent and made friends from different backgrounds. Secretly, he did not look forward to returning to Liyue.
Thanks to Pantalone’s scheme, Gege was freed from his own cage. After attending their wedding, he returns to Sumeru and builds a new life for himself. It’s just that he prefers to stay silent about his family, lest he reveal his brother-in-law’s connections to the Fatui.
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At one point, Kitty’s family does learn about her surrendered Vision.
One day, Pantalone allows Kitty to accompany him to Liyue. During the mission, they pay a short visit to her parents and Jiejie, who are too nervous to ask about her missing Vision. How can they, when Pantalone is asking for an update on their repayments?
Gege is the only one concerned about Kitty. Months after the wedding, he noticed that she’d stopped responding to his letters. So he sends a letter addressed to her and Pantalone, asking if he could visit them in Snezhnaya. On the same day he receives their response, however, he has to postpone the trip due to back-to-back commissions.
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Over a year later, Gege finally has the time to visit his little sister and brother-in-law. Pantalone assigns a Fatuus to fetch Gege and escort him to their manor in Snezhnaya. As soon as Gege meets Kitty, he notices her dim gaze and missing Vision. But before he can comment on it, Pantalone wraps his arm around Kitty’s waist and warmly welcomes him.
After a casual conversation, Pantalone tells Kitty to leave the living room so he can talk to Gege in private. That is when he, in a mournful tone, tells Gege about the “accident” that led to his darling’s Vision loss. He is very convincing, but Gege remains doubtful.
Later that day, Gege asks Kitty to tell him the truth, to let him know if she is truly all right. But Kitty only responds with a small smile and tells him that she is fine. That she is loved. That she has never felt happier by her husband’s side.
What would her brother know, anyway, as the one who was absent from her life for nine years? And even if her husband is lying, does he dare to challenge a Fatui Harbinger?
In the end, he chooses to believe in Pantalone’s story. If the “accident” really happened, then it makes sense that Kitty would willingly give up her Vision. And it is true that she seems happier as the Regrator’s wife.
If there is one thing that Gege recognizes in this shell of his little sister, it is the genuineness in her smiles directed at her husband.
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A week later, Gege returns to Sumeru.
By then, Pantalone has won him over with his charming facade. During their final goodbyes, Gege thanks him for his hospitality and for being there for Kitty.
Once he is back in Sumeru, he resumes his work. Now that he knows his little sister is in good hands, there is less to worry about.
It’s a shame, though, that he can’t visit them as often as he’d like. According to Pantalone, the couple will be “preoccupied with numerous missions and events” in the near future.
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fancyfeathers · 10 months ago
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What if darling was running away from yandere dearest, and was a fontainian, after the whole primordial sea water thing, and used that as a cover up and fakes their death. Only to encounter yandere dearest yesrs later by accident. You could do whatever you want this with idea, if you want to use it. <3 also i LOVE your writing :D
Connecting with the Yandere Neuvillette and Wriothesley series- Yandere Neuvillette & Wriothesly’s darling thoughts, Nothing You Can Take From Me Was Worth Keeping , I’m Bad But Then Your No Prize Either , post story headcannons, Pankration ring rules, Heartbreaking comparisons, Wriothesley’s darling escaping, Encountering his escaped darling, Wriothesley getting hurt by his darling
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This would go extremely well with my Yandere Neuvillette and Wriothesley series, especially with Neuvillette’s darling to reflect Wriothesley’s darling’s escape and him encountering her again
She would have to act quickly, pickpocketing her vision that has been kept in Neuvillette’s pocket. He leaves to take care of the situation and she uses the chaos to slip away. After all the dust had settled, let’s say the darling found a certain harbinger who takes pity on her. When Arlecchino sets out to Snezhnaya, she hides the Iudex’s darling hidden under the deck. The two of them become friends, or at least the darling thinks so, after all the Knave is so kind to her. Meanwhile the worried Neuvillette, who’s darling has been missing for weeks, had just received the list of who was confirmed to be dead, and right on it was his darling’s name, thanks to strings pulled by the Knave… there wasn’t a sunny day for weeks.
After they dock in Snezhnaya they go their separate ways, staying in contact via letters. After that the darling goes off to start her life over again, going to Mondstadt, meeting someone, falling in love, getting married, having children. As the years passed she wrote to the Knave, and invited her to all these important events, the harbinger met the young man like how a father would meet their child’s partner for the first time, she gave a toast at the wedding, and was even one of the first people to hold their baby.
She is also there when the news came of the darling’s spouse’s death. It came almost out of no where, the body found dead in the lake. Of course her “friend” takes her and her baby in, giving her some place safe to stay while she mourned…
The day after the darling moved back to Fontaine with the harbinger, the Knave pays a visit to the dear Iudex of Fontaine. She sits down and has tea with him, friendly conversation before she says what she wants, turn a blind eye to the Fatui for awhile. The Iudex scoffs at the idea that is until she pulls out a photo of his darling, a recent date, and she held a baby in her arms. He didn’t even know how to respond as the Knave smiled at him, knowing his answer already.
The next day when his darling is on a walk, her baby in the stroller, it starts pouring rain. She takes cover in a nearby awning of a business, trying to calm down her baby who was crying from the sudden rain and thunder. That’s when she notices an umbrella cover her from behind, blocking the rest of the rain. She turns to thank the person but her stomach drops, there she sees Neuvillette, holding an umbrella over her and the baby, his eyes full of tears of joy.
Meanwhile a certain harbinger watches from the shadows smiling in her friend’s despair
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stray-dog · 2 years ago
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It���s cold out, I’ll warm you up (Pantalone x Male!Reader) 
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A/N: The reader's a Fatui, after a month the horny thoughts are back, and it's, again - not proof read
WC: 1.7K
CW: NON-CON/DUB-CON,  biting, sadism, light manhandling, marking, bondage, multiple orgasms, stomach bulge, cream pie, kind of obsessive Pantalone(?), minors dni
Perhaps the weather also mourned for the recent passing of The Fair Lady, raging storms and continuous snowing was still noticeable even inside The Zapolyarny Palace for a while now. Your work was postponed, so were other missions that weren’t crucial to please The Tsaritsa and her wishes. Ever since you arrived in the Palace, you felt eyes glued to you. 
It took you a few days to suspect someone other than Il Dottore. Pantalone? He recently invited you to his room, for what reasons? He refused to give more details and insisted you see him in his room. You hesitated for a bit, feeling suspicious of the whole deal. But, pushing those feelings aside, you slowly open the door only to feel a strong and tall body pull you into the room. 
“What’s your problem?” You asked angrily, patting down your slightly wrinkled clothes, looking up to see The Regrator eyeing you with his hands beside both your shoulders. “Ah, my apologies. This is no way to treat a fellow Harbinger.” He said, regaining his cool and patient attitude, “come, I’ve prepared some tea.” He continued, guiding you to the lounge, his hand resting uncomfortably close to your waist.
“Get to the point, Regrator. What job is it you need me to do? And how much.” You hear him muttering to himself before placing his finger on his chin, plastering a mischievous grin before gripping the back of your head. Feeling a harsh tug to tilt your head, he proceeded to ‘investigate’ you, his nose grazing along your neck, inhaling your scent before you felt his teeth sinking themselves deep into your skin, hard. Enough to inflict a good amount of pain to make you jerk, followed by his warm tongue lay flat on your skin. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”
He placed his index finger on your mouth to keep you shut, “I’m getting to the point, you like things quick, don’t you?” without any regard for his surroundings, he pushed you with a grin on his face. Your back aches upon hitting the wooden table and your lower half out of the table’s support, your feet barely being able to touch the ground. Pantalone cages you with his arm while his other hand slipped past your chest, resting on your stomach. 
He began to press his fingers against your flesh and dragging it down just to your pelvis, leaving a faint trail of sensation you couldn’t pinpoint. “Get off–” You gagged the second two of his gloved-fingers forced themselves in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and forcibly making you suck his fingers. He sighs deeply looking at the sight of you, erotic as ever. 
You attempted to push him off, but his hand quickly caught onto your wrists, holding them tight and pushing down to keep you from moving your hands around. His other hand slipped past your underwear, cupping your dick, stroking it ever so slightly, just enough to get you hard, slowly pumping your cock while his mouth kissed your erect nipple through the fabric of your clothing, licking and teasing the sensitive bud, feeling the fabric constantly rubbing against your nipples with the warm, wet sensation his saliva gave. 
You tried your best to free your wrists from his grasps, even in your state, he looked so damn erotic when he removed his gloves, his sharp teeth biting onto the fabric as he slowly pulled off the glove. His  now ungloved-hand finds its way to your cock, his fingers smeared precum from your tip down to your asshole, lubricating it before he pushed one finger in.
You groaned, despite the lubrication you still felt the sting when his finger entered you, squirming beneath him while feeling another finger enter. He didn’t move and his grasp on your wrists had loosened, you quickly took the chance and broke free from his grasp, hitting his chest before you felt him pressing on your prostate. You moaned loudly, back arching so much your chest grazed against his, amplifying the pleasure you felt from your orgasm when your nipples brushed against his chest.
“Hm, you do like it fast.” He commented with another grin, observing your uncomfortable squirming and whines when he refused to stop fingering you even if you came. Your hands that tried to fight him off were now on his back, clawing and scratching away. He loved it, “did you like it that much? I can feel you tighten around my fingers.”
“No more… Ugh… Please..” You begged, lying there helpless, your lower half completely hanging on the edge of the table. He didn’t respond, he only smiled and kissed your lips, it was hasty and suffocating. With your arms finally free from his grasp, you once again tried your best to free yourself from him.
“We both know you like it, dear. Come on…” He whispered in your ear, a slight growl of possessiveness hinted in his voice. His hand going under your shirt and lifting it to your wrists, leaving you tied up and his other hand free, trailing down to his own pants and groaning in relief when he felt the strain in his pants finally free. Without a second to waste, he grinded his clothed dick on your ass hole—the fabric dampening with each hump. 
You closed your eyes and your nails dug into your palm. Tears trickled down your cheek with the heat pooling in your stomach. A strangled moan escaped your lips, sounding more high-pitched from you biting back the moan. You felt Pantalone’s lips curve to a smile once he heard your moan. 
“Aww…” He teased, pulling away and observing your fucked state. Licking his lips in anticipation for what’s to come. “‘Can’t take it anymore…” He mumbled, sex drunk expression looking more and more desperate by the second. You felt a sharp pain on your arm, feeling him drag and pull you like a rag doll as he threw you on his bed, your clothes dropping on the floor with a dull thud. Your state of vulnerability gave Pantalone the chance to get on top of you again. 
Out of panic, your hands flew to your front, pushing on his chest. He notices the bruises on your wrists and the crescent marks left by your nails. To some extent, he felt content that he’s marked you. Oh, he should feel bad, but he couldn’t. In contrast to his rough handling, his hand guided your wrists to his lips, kissing on the bruises and crescent marks, to the tip of your fingers. 
He sets them aside, kissing your tears away. For a moment, he seemed like a normal lover, so caring and gentle. That was snatched from you quickly when you felt his cock push against your hole. Your arms threw themselves around Pantalone’s neck, as well as your legs wrapping around his waist. 
He ignores your cries and fucks you, starting a restless pace, making sure each thrust was deep and hard. Your broken moans and pitiful cries made him harder, he lowered himself more, kissing and biting on your shoulder as you nuzzled in between the crook of his neck to silence yourself. 
Your moans became higher when you felt your second orgasm come, back arching and body twitching when he had pinched your nipples, you threw your head back and let yourself moan loudly. You felt ashamed, turning your head to the side, mouth agape. His speed causes you to drool, your eyes rolled back in the mixed pain and pleasure. 
“Stop stop stop— hngh!”
“Just a bit more darling.. Look at me when I’m making you cum.”
He demanded, his free hand gripping your jaw and turning your head to his direction. You moaned, your face looking tear-stained and fucked dumb. You tried to muster up something to say—to rebel against him, but alas, you felt your body tense with a wave of pleasure enveloping you. Your orgasm hitting you harder than before. 
Your body twitched, your back ached from your position as you calmed down from the pleasure. You shivered when you felt his cum filling you, the slightest bulge appearing. A proud huff escaped his lips as he watched the bulge grow ever so slightly. He removes his dick from your hole and watches as his cum drips out of your puffy hole. 
“I love you”
He spoke
“I love you, so much”
His lips attached to your neck again, marking the spots that were left untouched. “Say it back.” He grabs your waist hard, surely it’ll mark, “I know you want me too, stop playing hard to get with me.” He sounded hostile, you cried and shut your eyes even more, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated. You felt his dick grow harder against your hole, swiftly pushing it back in, rougher than before. 
You felt his hand rubbing your stomach, the bulge earlier was much more noticeable than before. “Does it feel good?” He teased, pressing against the spot, the pressure feeling heavier and heavier with each second, pushing you over to another orgasm. His thrusts were now sloppy, following an inconsistent pace before he pulled out and came on your chest, some of his cum shooting as far to your face. 
You felt tired and unable to move, Pantalone took note of it and hovered over you. Admiring your tear-stained face with his cum decorating you. His thumb wipes the cum from your cheek, pushing it past your lips as he forces you to swallow it. Kissing your lips, this time feeling more passionate, biting your lower lip before he completely withdrew himself from you. 
You would scream at him and insult him, but your own body failed you. Feeling your heavy eyes close and your consciousness drifting away, you had no choice but to close your eyes, brows furrowing when you once again felt the cold wind of The Zapolyarny Palace. Pantalone lays his coat on your naked body. Brushing the stray hair from your face and tucking them behind your ear, tilting his head to get a better view of your sleeping figure. 
So delicate, so handsome, and so, so adorable. His lips curved into a smile again, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he caressed your cheek, his thumb massaging and brushing against your cold skin.
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