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mrpenguinpants · 1 year

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Look, but don't touch. [ Harbinger Edition ]

— You're the only one who's allowed to touch him. Likewise, he's the only one that's allowed to touch you.

— Childe, Pantalone, Scaramouche, and Dottore

[Masterlist]

This is written before the Sumeru quest. Harbingers are their own warning.

This was a fever dream, incredibly self-indulgent, don't talk to me about this ok. Honestly don't even wanna tag people in this (´。＿。｀)

Tartaglia

Childe is friendly but he always keeps himself at arm's distance from anyone who isn't his family. The kind of guy that acts like he loves everyone but he truly doesn't like anyone. Always polite but never kind. He won't be outwardly hostile if one of the cicin mages decides she wants to try her luck and cuddle up to him, he sort of admires her bravery, but the hardened stare and indifferent response are awkward enough for anyone to bail halfway.

So what a surprise to everyone when it's Childe himself that pulls you into him. It's not a friendly hug either, he quite literally drags you into his embrace as soon as he sees you, locks his arms around your waist, and spins you around. Before he catches himself and gently settles you down and pretends as if he didn't boldly announce to everyone that you're special.

He is a harbinger at the end of the day so any intimate relationships he has need to be hidden lest he puts you in danger. That said, he doesn't do a very good job. He gets agitated and fidgety if he can't hold you, longing gazes in your direction even if someone else is speaking to him about something important. Whether it's shooing specks of dust off your shoulder, a tap on the arm, or the brief brush of your fingers against his whenever he hands something to you. He always finds some way to touch you.

It's always the worst and best time to speak with Childe if you happen to be there. On the upside, Childe is more likely to give his approval to whatever his subordinates ask just so they go away and leave you both alone. On the downside, because physical touch somehow makes Childe drowsy and almost drunk, he's useless.

It wasn't always like this. During your first months as something more than friends, not quite lovers, he kept you at an arm's distance just like everyone else. Only the occasional arm over your shoulder or a hand on the small of your back, just enough to show you that you meant something to him. But over time, those touches began to linger until the dynamic shifted and he began to rely on your touches to keep him sated. On particularly stressful days, he'll pull you aside into his office with a rushed excuse to just hold you in his lap. He's recharging, don't make tease him.

But he's not a selfish lover. If you need comfort or just want to be held, he'll gladly throw his plans out the window just to spend time with you. What's wrong? Did someone upset you? Want me to take care of them? He'll offer anything to make you feel better while you're cuddled up to him and it makes his heart flutter when you say you just want to stay beside him. He has a bad habit of resting his entire weight on top of you if you're both ever lying down. All that muscle is heavy but sometimes it's comfortable until his elbow accidentally digs into your side.

Childe can be polite if someone else wants to touch him but he's baring his teeth at anyone that has the audacity to place their hands on you. If someone bumps into you? He's fine, accidents happen. Someone moves you to the side? Whatever he won't throw a fit over that. He believes in the below-the-shoulder, above-the-waist, hands not included, rule. If anyone touches you, it's the only time when Childe will throw his reputation out the window.

Scaramouche likes to compare him to a dog and he'll gladly growl and bark if that's what it takes for people to get the hint and leave you alone. He'll slide his arms around your waist, tilt your chin up, and without any concern about the scene that this will cause, kisses you deeply. All the while sending the nastiest glare to the person that touched you. Look, don't touch. You're his.

Childe likes to believe that he has self-restraint. He's a soldier first and foremost so he has discipline beaten into his bones. But right now he's close to snapping the pen in his hands and hurling it into that bastard's forehead. He can feel Ekaterina's concerned gaze on him, shifting on her feet nervously, as she struggles to push through her explanation of his assignment quickly. Unfortunately, it's all white noise to Childe as all of his attention is on the cicin mage whose being a bit too friendly for his liking.

"Lord Tartaglia?"

Of course, you don't blink twice at it. He's seen how that loud electro pirate dotes on you and is overly physically affectionate herself. Maybe he should also fight her as well after he's done dealing with this cicin mage.

"Childe?" Ekaterina tries one last time, using a more familiar name to see if that would catch her superior's attention but alas, he was too busy glaring daggers into her college. Ekaterina raises a hand to lightly tap on her superior's shoulder to get his attention but just as her fingertips brush against the fabric of his uniform, Childe's death glare is directed at her. She flinches away from the otherwise easy-going Childe, her mask doing little to hide her startled expression.

"Sorry, sorry, not meant for you," Childe blinks away the hate from his ocean eyes, coming to his senses as he runs a hand through his hair, "What were you saying?"

"There is no need to apologize, Lord Tartaglia, I overstepped," Ekaterina, bless her heart, waves off the sudden aggression but takes a step back. Before she can continue, she overhears you saying goodbye to the mage and your footsteps coming closer. A small surprised noise escapes your chest as Childe pulls you into his arms immediately. If she didn't know Childe, she could almost say his expression was a bit cute with how pouty he was being. Although the look in his eyes says otherwise now that she was just on the receiving end. This seems to be a common occurrence because you just giggle and hug him back just as tightly.

"Please don't harm her. She was just being nice," you mumble into his chest.

"I'll think about it," he says, his eyes never leaving the mage.

Pantalone

On the one hand, the banker always carries this prestige that makes most people stay away in awe. No one wants to get on the wrong side of the man who basically funds the country of Snezhnaya. On the other hand, Pantalone has an ethereal beauty that compels people to come closer and touch. To see if the porcelain skin is real, feel if he's muscular or lean under the heavy fabric, or sneak a peek at what colour the banker's eyes are. It makes you kind of giddy knowing that this man belongs to you. That you know the answer to all these speculations.

You aren't sure when it started happening but at some point, he always ends up sort of mindlessly touching him. Placing a hand on his arm or knee, running your fingers through his hair, or gently rubbing away the stress from his shoulders. There wasn't an ulterior motive, Pantalone was just too handsome that you can't help but touch him just to make sure he's real. He thought you were overexaggerating a bit but he seemed deeply pleased at your confession since it was coming from you personally. That egotistical bastard.

But he always reciprocated your touch. Offering an arm for you to hold onto, brushing the hair out of your face, or rubbing small circles into your hand. Small gestures of affection would occasionally lead to more. The fact that Pantalone of all people let you be this close was something you secretly prided in yourself. You couldn't help but rub his newfound privilege in front of anyone that got too close that this elegant man was yours to hold. Look all you want but you're the only one that gets to touch.

You weren't aware of Pantalone's level of aversion to touch until he almost caused a scene at a gathering. It was meant more for looks and reputation, the occasional business talk, but overall a lax evening. One of the ladies thought it would be a good gesture to place her hand against Pantalone's arm. A bit flirty but innocent enough that the sheer disdain that swirled in Pantalone's eyes made her flinch away surprised. He struck her hand away, the sound carrying through the now-silent ballroom as everyone turned to the sound. You were surprised as well that Pantalone of all people, the image of control and ever-smiling, lips turned down into a repulsed scowl. Your feet quickly moved over to him, quietly excusing the woman for her careless act, and ushering her away before anything escalated. No one spoke of that night.

Ever since then you've always kept your hands firmly glued to your sides lest you feel his anger. If you happened to brush against his finger you would splutter out apologies and scamper away. If you felt his hand hover near you, you always assumed you were in the way and quickly moved aside for him. Overall, you acted as if it was you that was uncomfortable with touch. With each passing day that you fled from his hand, the crease in Pantalone's frown grew deeper.

It comes to a head one night when you get to see how Pantalone's aversion to touch applies to you as well. Occasionally some wealthy noble will host a gala and as one of the Tsaritsa Harbingers, Pantalone will be required to be present for at least one of them. Given his status, most of the attendees flock over to him which leaves poor you to meander about and find something to do with the time. Despite being his lover, you're not privy to what goes on with his work and frankly, the business talk and parties bore you. At least these places have food.

He sees you conversing with a man he knows is from Liyue, hoping to find more investors and trade partners here in Snezhnaya. He's already spoken to the man and rejected his offer so that's most likely why he's speaking to you, the banker's partner to garner sympathy. Although from the looks of things, you don't seem that impressed either. You notice his stare, perhaps his expression betrays him because your eyes grow concerned before giving a polite bow and turning to walk away and to him. If that was all then perhaps tonight wouldn't have ended so badly.

The man grabs your arm painfully enough for you to whimper and that's all Pantalone needs. He doesn't even try to hide his expression behind a smile, his lips set into a straight line. He grabs the man's arm tightly, the leather of his gloves crinkling from the force, and he nearly breaks the man's arm. How dare this inferior social climber put his filthy hands on you. You have to plead with him to let the man go, desperately trying to pry his grip away as the businessman begs the Harbinger on his knees that he didn't know.

Pantalone-

Pantalone is pissed.

You've never seen him this angry before. The lady all those nights ago doesn't even compare close to the anger radiating off him. His fingers flex still as he leads you away into an isolated hallway. You're not even sure if he knows where he's going, completely blindsided by rage. So you quickly step closer and throw your arms around him, stopping him in his tracks as you bury your face into the soft fabric of his suit.

"It's okay. I'm okay," you whisper softly into his back. You're not afraid, he won't get angry, not with you. Never with you. But it still pains you to see him this way. You feel more than you hear his deep sigh before slowly turning around and taking you into his arms. "Thank you. I didn't mean to start anything, you just looked displeased and I got worried. Oh, I'm sorry-"

You quickly move to shuffle out of Pantalone's hold but you can barely get two steps back before his touch grows firm and you're trapped. Despite how strong his hold is, he gently tilts your chin up so you can look into his pretty eyes. He really does have a nice eye colour you think in the back of your mind.

"You've been avoiding me. Care to enlighten me as to why that's the case? Did someone feed your mind with little lies?" Pantalone sounds coy but you can hear the undertone of worry. As if he's done something wrong which you quickly shake your head to.

"W-Well, that incident with the lady from a few weeks ago, the one in the red and black dress, you looked really angry when she touched you so..." you trailed off as your eyes look at anywhere that isn't the man in front of you, nervously twisting the cuff of your sleeve. When you actually hear it back it does sound a bit ridiculous to believe that but you just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Or make him act a certain way just because you liked physical touch or to uphold appearances.

"And you thought you were comparable to people like that? That I would allow special treatment just because you were mine? That I would reciprocate to anyone but you?"

You fumble a bit at how honest his words are, searching for some way to justify yourself but at the end of the day, you'll knock your head against the wall for how stupid your logic is. So you stand on your tip toes and reach hesitantly up towards his face. Pantalone's face reminds neutral but he slowly leans into his touch, his muscles finally relaxing just by your touch.

Scaramouche

How the hell he tolerates you is anyone's guess. How the hell you tolerate him is Celestia's guess. He has the worst attitude, is quick to anger, flaunts his authority wherever he goes, and is overall a terrible person to be around. Yet every time he looks over his shoulder, you're always one step away from kicking at his heels. Which you have accidentally done before and somehow survived so he must like you a smidge. You tell him it's because it's out of spite that you're still here and spite is a powerful feeling. He of all people should know.

Scaramouche despises anyone being within his personal space, which is already a pretty big range, so the idea of someone touching him is repulsive to him. If he somehow was in danger and someone touched him in order to save his life, he would probably throw a fit and shock them. Their only reward is that he doesn't kill them. It's not like he has to worry too much, no one really wants to be in his presence longer than they have to and any admirers are quickly turned off within the first couple of seconds. Which makes it all the more baffling that you still hang around him and test just how far you can poke his limits.

The first time you touched him was by accident. Someone had bumped into you causing you to fall into Scaramouche. Luckily for you, you managed to put your hands out first and brace yourself against the wall but you had successfully caged the Balladeer between your arms. If you weren't currently fearing for your life you might have laughed at the horrified expression on the Harbinger's face. The only reason you survived that day was that Tartaglia chose that exact moment to waltz in and frankly, he was a far bigger headache than you were.

He's not sure how you managed to worm your warm into his cold non-existent heart but at some point, he got used to your presence in his life. A few words to take care of himself, extra paperwork being filled, or shooing away other soldiers so he could have space. All of these acts of kindness were met with half-baked insults and suspicious looks. Every time he asked you why the hell you were acting like he was some helpless doll you always answered the same, you just felt like it and he looked like he kinda needed it. Which was so baffling to him that you managed to walk away with your head intact.

It started off with small things. Like you're both feral cats that are trying to co-exist in the same alleyway. You always announce your presence, give him enough time to leave, and your touch is barely there. You never do anything close to intimate, never hold his hand or hold his face, and he never reciprocates ever. Although it speaks volumes when he doesn't push you away ever. You're always nearby, sitting close, and you both exist contently.

But just like a feral cat, with enough time and love, even they will begin to grow comfortable and domesticated. The look on his subordinate's face was hilarious when little old you waltzed over to the sixth harbinger, plopped down into his personal space, and literally sprawled yourself over his lap to see what he was looking at. Just to one-up the absurdness, Scaramouche didn't seem bothered in the slightest, only calling you an idiot for not being able to read the document that was right in his hands.

Although there are some downsides to being so close to Scaramouche. He's possessive with the power the enforce his pride. You have to constantly scold him that he can't go frying anyone that comes within two feet of you. It's hardly efficient and it's annoying having to scream just to know what time it is.

The you from years ago would have balked at how casual you were speaking with the infamous Balladeer.

"All I'm saying is you sound like a possessive maniac," you huff, your arms crossing over your chest as you frown down at the sitting man. You doubt he's even paying attention to you because if he isn't throwing spite around then he's filtering you out of his mind. Scaramouche barely acknowledges your words, still fiddling around with the Electro Archon's gnosis. It gives off faint sparks of electro every time he rolls it over his fingers but he doesn't give any signs of pain. Maybe because he's an electro-user? Either way, he's obviously not listening to you. You let out a loud sigh before shrugging and turning on your heel to walk back into the camp. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and latches onto your wrist and he's yanking you down. The you from years ago would have fainted seeing you sprawled over your superior's lap. As your vision tilts to the sky you can't help but think that for such a small body, he sure has a lot of strength. He wears a bored expression, his other hand is cradling his head while his elbow is on his knee, before a nasty smirk makes its way over his face.

"Yeah? So what?" Scaramouch says, his hand stopping to firmly hold the gnosis, though now one of his hands is now settled on your hip. You blink. Huh, you...weren't exactly expecting the ever-prideful Balladeer to blatantly admit that.

"Well, the "what" is that it makes it incredibly inconvenient to talk to anyone. Everyone avoids me like the plague because their scared you're doing to kick down their door and attack them," you pout, grumpily adjusting your head to lay on his knee, "Also you need to eat more. You make a horrible headrest."

"That's fine. You won't need anyone else," he says dismissively.

You open your mouth to say something but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He's serious. A mixture of a past memory, the present moment of you both together, and a far-off dream all dance in his eyes. It's a look you've never seen before on Scaramouche's face despite how long you've worked under him and you can't help but be mesmerized by it. It's likely the first and last time you'll ever see him be honest. But it's quickly over as his eyes morph into snarky glee, his lips pulling into a mean grin.

"You look stupid."

Il Dottore

People are downright terrified to even be in the same room as the infamous doctor. There's never a safe moment and anyone could be the next test subject depending on his mood. It doesn't matter who it is, even his own segments, if someone touches him that means they've just volunteered to be his next experiment. It's suffocating when Dottore is out and not locked in his lab because everyone need's to be hyperaware of where the doctor is located in the room. So to say that Dottore tolerates you is a massive understatement.

He actually quite likes to parade you around, almost like you're his newest addition to his collection. Touch isn't a problem for him if he's the one initiating it given how often he's dragging you around like you're some pet. He's not gentle in the slightest, nearly pulling your arm out in his crazed rush to show you his newest creation. You would joke and say that in moments like these, he's the one that acts like the pet. Too excited to show its owner its newest achievements. But you have a sliver of sanity in your mind so you keep your mouth shut.

Every moment with Dottore is a warped sense of time. You've been with the Doctor for a long time, before he became a Harbinger, and you don't know how your relationship progressed to this stage. You're walking on a tightrope of old colleges that are too intertwined with history to be separated or co-dependent individuals that need death to finally leave each other. So when he touches you softly, affectionally, you stumble and fall off your rope. The mad doctor laughing from above, arms still outstretched from where he's pushed you.

Half of it is madness, and half of it is out of genuine love. Although, to Dottore, madness and love are the same things. His acts of affection are spontaneous and equally as fleeting. One second he's rattling off medical terms and theories, pauses in his rant just to give you a deep kiss no matter who's around you to witness the act, and proceeds as if nothing happens. That's not to say you don't enjoy it when he decides to reward you, you just wished it wasn't in front of so many people. You suspect he does it on purpose.

There's no softness or quiet time aside from the very very few and far between moments Dottore decides to indulge you. He's a busy man, his mind only built for progress, and he has better things to do than to play pretend. But for you, the one who forcibly carved space into his heart, he can make arrangements. Only for a short while. Some days he may hold you as if you'll shatter if he squeezes any harder, other days he'll push your hair away from your eyes quietly, and one day he kisses you as if you're something more.

Unlike Dottore, you don't have an intimidating reputation. People can touch you if they want to. It makes you a bit happy when Childe will pat you on the back or ruffle your hair cheekily. He's also one of the few who can get away with it as well since Dottore can't physically harm him for touching you since he's a fellow Harbinger. Besides, people speak with their eyes more. Since that doesn't qualify as anyone touching you, Dottore won't do anything. So they stare.

They stare at how the Harbinger holds you in a special place. You aren't remarkable, you're the same as the rest of them. Yet you're untouchable and invincible from the man who can change their entire lives. Mistakes occur frequently when Dottore is in the room, the slip of a finger because everyone is too focused on staying out of the Doctor's way. You get to stand beside someone like that.

It's been a hard day. A very hard day. You're absolutely exhausted and ready to curl up into a ball as soon as you get to your room. You aren't even sure what exactly happened. One second you were doing your job and the next your head was on the ground with a pulsing pain on your right cheek. It's not unusual for patients to lash out but under those circumstances, they don't have anything to do with you intimately. You know what people think about your relationship with Dottore. What people who only glimpse into the relationship you have with him think. Usually, they stay silent, only judging you with their eyes but always silent. That is until nearly 10 minutes ago.

"You're late."

You barely react when you hear his voice. Of course, it's him. God, what bad timing. He's the last person you want to see right now, especially in this state. You only give him a nod and mumbled out apologies, stumbling over your feet like a newborn lamb when his hand latches onto your wrist to drag you off again. You think you might have his fingerprints as bruises now. Another thing people can mistakenly think about your relationship. You only know you're crying when you hear the splatter of your tears against the tiled floors and Dottore's footsteps come to a halt. His grip on you has gotten tighter.

You're startled out of your wallowing when warm hands cup your face, brushing your tears away. His gloves are off. When did he take them off? Dottore simply looks at you as you silently cry. You're too tired to apologize, too tired to break down in sobs. Your arms hang uselessly at your sides but you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Give me their name."

He whispers it softly. You think back at the girl that struck you. You think she's new, she has to be. You know that if you say her name, you won't see her tomorrow. But you're too tired right now. So with no hesitation, you volunteer her to become the next test subject.

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aluraveil · 1 year

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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers

Pairings: Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader

PIERRO

When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.

Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.

With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.

The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.

Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.

PANTALONE

If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.

So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.

But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.

When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking. Your

At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.

But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul.

He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him. Not even in your dreams.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.

You immediately blacked out.

When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms.

Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.

DOTTORE

If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken. You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.

The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.

When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.

You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.

When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you.

It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin. You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin.

Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.

Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.

Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.

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scarletevening · 6 months

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𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 [ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 | 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 + 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, peeping tom esque behavior, dubious consent, slightly chubby reader not too detailed though, illegal work relations/abuse of power, fem!reader.

notes: a voyer is person who gains sexual arousal from watching others engage in sexual acts.

𝐓𝐖𝐎 offices, door to door, was quite useful in theory. never once was carrying paper to your boss, who sat only a door away, an inconvenience. of course, the both of you were more than friendly at this point, flirty smiles and giggles leaving your lipstick stained lips as your hips, fitted in a skirt tight enough to show your panty line, swayed seductively.

pantalone wasn't one to not play along either, in fact, he enjoyed it more than someone of his status should have. he enjoyed the way your hands smoothed over his fur coat, pouting every time he simply patted your head and ruffled your hair, cooing that he would be back soon.

apparently, "soon" was too soon. he sighed, the quiet hiss of the hydraulic door shutting behind him as his heavy shoes quickly came to a halt. an almost unheard noise peaked past the door separating your offices, the door slightly ajar, just enough to give you away,

"mm~ pantalone~!"

your voice cut through his mind like a blindingly sharp blade, he almost wanted to say something, slam that door open and take you right there. but gods, when he silently approached that door, seeing that perfect sight of your vulnerable little figure scrunched up onto your office chair, fingers deep inside of your cunt. you looked like a dream, his dreams.

it wasn't long before his belt was parted, his pants open and his hand working away at himself. blood spilled as his teeth sunk into the grinning flesh of his lips, heaving through his nose as he honed his eyes onto your pathetic figure. your thick legs hooked over the arm rests of the office chair, your panties shoved to the side, the fat of your bum blushing, your dripping cunt dripping onto the cushiony seat. his hand moved in time to your aggressive fingers, enjoying the way you whimpered his name. a knock came from your offices front door, and you quickly came to a stop, too ashamed to realize the man peeking through your door.

better luck next time, he supposed.

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the endings awkward asf i didn't know what to do. also do any of these ppl have last names?? also this DEFOOO has full fic potential

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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deathbysnakes · 10 months

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Hello! I hope you are having a good day wherever you are. I really like your work and I was wondering if I could request general romantic/fluff hcs for Pantalone? Take care of yourself! :))

What it's like dating Pantalone

Pantalone x reader (Romantic)

Warnings:Little bit of agnst.

Pronouns:He/Him (Pantalone) You/Your (Reader)

Fluff/Little bit of agnst at the end

Explanation:Just some headcanons on what it's like to date Pantalone :)

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When you first start dating Pantalone it starts off slow, he's not used to physical touch so when you suddenly hug or kiss him he tenses up, it's not like he doesn't like it, he's just not used to it, he warms up to it eventually through.

Pantalone playfully demands good morning and good night kisses.

Pantalone has a picture of you in his pocket and when you're away on a mission (if you're a part of the fatui) or he's out on a mission he'll just take the picture out and look at it for long periods of time, if anyone points this out he will snap at them. He probably kisses the photo too, weirdo. (Lovingly)

I don't think Pantalone would buy anything you slightly glance at, but he'd buy anything you compliment or look at for a long period of time, I believe that he's really good at reading people so he probably knows if you like it or not based on your expression and body language.

As I said before, I belive Pantalone is probably really good at reading people so he probably always knows how you're feeling, even if you try to hide it.

Pantalone probably ask a lot of questions when he falls inlove with you, it might seem annoying but he's really just trying to get to know you better and find out what kind of things you like so he can hopefully sweep you off your feet.

In private he'll probably act all dramatic if he gets a simple paper cut, some other small wound, or he's just been working or been away from you for a long time (a long time is 20 minutes and over in Pantalone's eyes) just to be babied by you.

Pantalone probably hyperfixates on random stuff, and you have to listen to him, he has a lot of theories he wants to talk about, how dare you not listen to him you monster.

I honestly believe Pantalone has a really good singing voice and even if you're a bad singer he'd get you to sing with him.

Pantalone is a gentleman, he always opens the door for you and let's you go in before him, he won't even let one of his servants do it, he'll do it personally for you.

Pantalone will change his whole schedule just to spend time with you, even if it’s only for a second.

If you're in a highly crowded area he'll hold onto your hand to make sure you don't get lost in the crowd, and if crowds scare you he'll let you hide your face in his coat while he guides you through the crowded and talks to you in a gentle voice to calm you down.

Pantalone will panic if he sees you out in the cold alone and will usher you back inside even if you have good clothes on that shield you from the cold, he doesn't want you to get sick and it also reminds him of his past. (I know you said fluff but I couldn't resist, also there's more agnst in the next hc)

Pantalone gets really bad nightmares of his past and something bad happening to you, he's one of the richest people in tayvat and is also a fatui harbinger, he's bound to have a lot of enemies, and will stay up till morning just to make sure you're okay.

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versadies · 2 years

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my songbird. (pantalone x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my songbird

ADDRESSED. pantalone (w. gn!performer!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, performer!reader, ooc pantalone, very fluffy, no tw as far as ik

STAMP/SYPNOSIS. although your performances are always memorable, there's always something else that made it all the more better, which is meeting your most loyal sponsor, your husband, afterwards.

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POST-SCRIPT. enjoy your food pantalone lovers 😘😘

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Being married to a Harbinger of all people is something you never thought you’d end up doing in your life.

You don’t consider yourself as someone who seems to be the type a harbinger would like, let alone respect you. You’re just a performer that most - if not all - people enjoy watching due to how you use your vision in your performances.

That is, until you met your anonymous sponsor.

Your sponsor is one of a kind, you’d say. Not only does he give you a generous amount of mora for your shows and staff often, but he also sends you gifts every time you finish your show, all which were sent by a Fatui soldier or more depending on said gift. He also sends you a letter from each of those gifts, something that you always look forward to. You find it endearing how he calls you songbird, especially since it’s one of your favorite animals.

Of course, you’d send a response to him through the Fatui soldier who comes by to drop the gift, sending him gratitudes and how you hoped he enjoyed the shows you dedicatedly perform in.

You didn’t know who your sponsor was besides the fact that they’re associated with the Fatui, but you were grateful that you have such a supporter on your side.

By the time you did find out who it was, you were shocked to say the least.

It was during a certain ball that’s held in the Zapolyarny Palace and you were invited to perform for the Tsartisa and the Fatui, so it’s safe to say you were both nervous and excited. Nervous, because this is the most important show you must do your best in, and excited because you’re going to meet your sponsor personally, who wrote to you that he’ll be showing up and watching you among the audience.

When your performance ended, you were greeted by a very important man backstage.

“What a lovely performance, I must say.” He complimented, causing you to smile bashfully. “Thank you, Lord Regrator. I’m glad you enjoyed my performance.” You replied politely, bowing your head.

He chuckles. “You’ve come a long way, songbird. I’m proud to be one of your sponsors.”

Your eyes widen from the nickname. “It’s… It’s you.” You breathe out.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, dearest ( Name ).” Pantalone said softly. You watched as he offered you his hand as an invitation. “Care to dance, songbird?”

You look at his hand for a while before shyly taking his hand. “I’d be honored.”

And so the both of you spent the rest of the night dancing, talking, and everything together in the ball, not noticing the stares you receive from those who are in the ballroom. In all honesty, everyone didn’t expect to see the Ninth Harbinger getting along with someone like you, not expecting him of all people to be the type to be so interested in theatrics and arts (in reality, he was simply just interested in you).

Ever since that day, Pantalone started to come visit you during your shows whenever he can. Instead of the fatui soldier that comes to you for your gifts, it’s the harbinger who comes to you himself. The two of you then proceeded to have conversations that you would have conversed through your letters and lost time.

Eventually, the two of you fell in love and the rest is history.

You find yourself admiring your wedding ring as you sit down on your seat after yet another successful performance. It was unfortunate that your husband wasn’t able to come and watch your show, but knowing the duties of a harbinger, you could understand why.

You just can’t wait to come home and be in the loving arms of your love.

Eagerly, you started removing your accessories that you wore during the show. The faster you are with wrapping things up, the better chance of coming back to your mansion early.

It seems fate has other plans.

Suddenly, someone knocks on your door. You could recognize it was one of the organizers of the show, so you tell them to come in.

“Mx. ( Name ), it seems you have a visitor.” The organizer says as she slowly opens the door a bit, causing you to glance at her through the mirror. “Is it alright for him to come in?”

“Depends on who it is.” You answered, still removing your accessories. “I don’t have much time for a chat, I would like to come back home and meet my husband.”

“And why should you do that when your husband’s already here?” Your eyes brighten when you hear the familiar voice of the man you love, causing you to turn and see Pantalone opening the door wide for you to see him.

“Your show’s magnificent and elegant as always, my dearest–” Before he could finish his words, you suddenly ran up to him and gave him a hug, delighted that he actually came and saw your performances.

“You came!” You said excitedly. The organizer who took Pantalone decided to leave you two alone, closing the door lightly with a smile evident on her face. “How long were you watching? Where were you this whole time?”

Pantalone lets out a chuckle, hugging you back. “I was watching almost the entire show from one of the VIP booths. I enjoyed every bit of it.”

You feel your cheeks warming up from his compliment. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He then breaks your hug in order to bring out a box. It’s a small one, but not small enough for you to assume it's jewelry. “I also brought you something precious while I was on my way. Consider it as my congratulations gift to you for another successful performance as your most devoted sponsor.”

You let out a gasp. “You shouldn’t have! You’ve given me so much already!”

“Nonsense. It’s my pleasure to spoil my spouse as much as I want.” He said, opening the box to show you what’s inside. It’s a container that has a fine and intricate design, you can assume it was a new jewelry box for you to put all of your accessories that your husband gifted you.

Pantalone brings out another item, this time it was a key.

“Here, open the box with this.” He says, watching you slowly grab it from him.

You pull out the container from the box, putting it on top of your desk as you open it with the key that was given to you.

Once the container finally opens, your eyes widen when you realize what Pantalone actually gave you.

The container is actually a music box, one that plays the first song that made you fly to stardom and become one of the most famous performers in Teyvat.

However, it wasn’t the fact that it’s playing such a song that made you so shocked. It was the sight of two miniature figures of you and your husband dancing together inside the music box.

“Do you like it?” He asks, watching you stare in awe at the miniature figures.

“I love it.” You answer, your smile widens. “I can’t believe my eyes.. Isn’t this famous in Fontaine recently?”

He hums in response, now standing next to you. “Yes. I thought it’s something you might like when I first heard about it, so I personally ordered from one of the best craftsmen to make one just for you.”

You were too busy staring at the music box to notice how Pantalone looked at you with a loving gaze. He could tell how exhausted you were with how much you’ve been performing over the past few weeks, so he thought it would make you happy if he were to give you a gift that you can use whenever you get ready for your shows.

It wasn’t until he lends out a hand to you when you finally turn to look at him in curiosity.

“Care to dance, songbird?” He asks.

Flashes of how you and Pantalone first interacted face to face came to your mind from that one simple question, and you eagerly grabbed his hand.

“I’d be honored.”

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mayihavethisdancedear · 1 year

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Overindulge

(Pantalone x reader)

♡ Reader is gender neutral ♡

◇ No warnings ◇

♧ 2.0k words ♧

In which you, y/n are generous enough to give what you don't need to people who need it. You own a sell small crafts such as scarfs, gloves, and more. Pantalone takes notice of you and your small business. He then feels determined to spoil you, indulge you.

"Come along dear"

You follow close behind him, it's all been so different since you have gotten closer in your relationship. As you remember, from a simple citizen living comfortably, selling your crafts such as scarves, gloves, and more in the harsh Snezhnaya weather. It just so happens you catch the attention of the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone.

He witnessed you giving your scarf to one of the children on the streets along with your earnings for the day. You smile and pat the boy on the head as you wish him the best. Before you left you noticed he was tearing up so, for comfort you hugged him. He saw himself when he was young, in poverty and struggle. He wished someone as humble as you were there for him. So, he was determined to make you, his. Every other citizen within Snezhnaya would never have done what you did sacrifice your earnings and material, he certainly wouldn't have if he were in your position. So, the next day he, along with his guards came up to you, when he first greeted you, your astonished looked was adorable. I mean what man of his status would approach you and your basket full of crafts. Him, of course.

"Greetings, what would you be selling in that basket of yours." He said as he stood tall in front of you. You were admiring him, he could tell and then you responded quickly. "Oh, Hello sir! These are just some things I knit and crochet. I apologize but I don't think I can offer you anything, of your liking." You knew your place and he liked that. He responded with "Nonsense! I'm sure you have something." He smiled you then showed him all of your crafts. "This scarf is the finest material I have. It's a new pattern, I just made it as well, you could say it's one of a kind." You nervously chuckle a bit. How adorable, under such pressure his presence, you manage to still be cute. He nods and says "How much would it be then?" You look up at him surprised, you say "Well I normally negotiate depending on the person so, as much as you think it's worth! Normally people just do 2500 mora." You smile brightly. As you give him the scarf, it's clearly not the expensive material he was used to but, he knew that he would like it more than that.

He turns around and grabs a few bags of mora from one of his guards, the amount that would equal about 10 times the price of a normal item from your basket. He notices you peaking at him as his back is faced to you. You then resume your spot as he turns back around.

"Would this be enough.?" He gives you five bags of Mora, he notices you weren't expecting this much since your hands go down as he places it in your hands. You look at him in shock, he then smiles and says "I'll see you again, perhaps I could commission you, hm? Would you be interested in that?" You nod your head eagerly as he puts the scarf around his neck, "Wait, sir, this really is too much! I mean, I would love to make something for you but-" He looks into your eyes and says "Trust me, dear, this doesn't put a dent in my wallet!" He chuckles then looks back at you "I'll keep in touch." He smiles and walks away leaving you shocked but smiling.

The next time you two met was a week later when he saw you once again in the marketplace at your same location. He saw you standing there with your basket as you notice him and smile. He approaches you with his guards once again. You greet him and give a little bow "Sir, Pantalone! I can't thank you enough for what you did last time!" He looks at you with a smirk and he says "I see you've figured out my name. You were asking around, weren't you?" You nervously hold your basket with both hands and say "Yes, I was just curious! I don't think I've ever given you my name it's, y/n." You politely smile at him.

He already knew that of course, he knew everything. Ever since he last saw you he went through your government files and even sent someone to spy or should he say protect and watch you? You, of course, would never know that when you were as rich as him, then you could hire the most professional people, even for the simplest of things. Especially when you have a little crush on the humble, crafty, little shopkeeper. He then resumed his smile "Well about that commission, I was thinking I could invite you to dinner to discuss it?" You look at him in amazement, and say "Really?! I would appreciate that a lot sir." He smiled and said "Perfect, I will send an escort to your home. Which is?" He acted dumb just so he could gain your trust. "Oh, it's just a little home right next to the bakery. Let me write it down!" You grab a piece of paper from your basket and write it down with a pen and hand it to him. It says 'The small house, left of the bakery south of Snezhnaya. :)' How sweet. He looks from the note to you once again and says "Great, at 6:30 someone will come and fetch you." You nod and give a precious smile.

Later that evening you tried to get the nicest outfit you had. As he was right someone at exactly 6:30 showed up with a carriage?! He was awaiting you at the fanciest restaurant, in all of Snezhnaya. He was located in the back, in a private dining area. Dressed in his usual attire, fancy to those beneath him but casual for him. He watched you look around as you entered the room as you met his gaze he then put his elbows on the table and put his hands together. "Good evening y/n, a pleasure to see you here." You smile and say "You're the one who invited me here." He grins and says "It seems I did. So, how was your day, mx y/n?" "Just fine, after your donation, I've been lucky to make much greater items with more sales and give supplies to those who need it." You responded looking down with a small smile then you look back at him as he states, "Don't think of it as a donation, instead more like a profit you deserve, for your hard work and humbleness." He looks at you seriously. You anxiously sit in your chair feeling his gaze on you.

"About that commission." "Oh yes, I'm willing to create whatever you desire!" You state. "Great, I have some fabrics I wish for you to create anything you want with them. As long as you become my personalized tailor when it comes to what you can create." You're amazed at this offer as he continues "You still be able to sell your other items as long as you create what I desire, and I'll pay you around 50,000 mora per item?" "50,000?! That's certainly enough! I'm willing to take your offer, I just hope I can be a great service to you." He smiles and closes his eyes then opens them to meet your gaze "Don't worry dear, you will be."

He truly was obsessed with you, your personality is what struck him, but your looks were a bonus as well. I mean he could've married the heir to a rich family but where was the fun in that? When working he would zone out and think of how cute you would be in his home sitting near the fireplace snuggled up to him and making the cutest things for him. He could see it so clearly and just imagine the wedding the two of you would have, aw! How beautiful you would look. He would make this not a daydream no, instead, it would be your, our future. He just had to take his time.

As ever since then he's caught you in his web, you can't say you hate it though, it's been a few months since those events happened. You made around 7 items for him, you still keep your little shop around except you have a cute little stand he purchased for you as he quoted "Here, we can't have you in the cold, now can we?" You have even been able to get the finest silk and other materials, to create items just for Pantalone. Every time you see him he's normally at least wearing one of your items, he has told you that other people have asked where he got his carefully crafted and unique pattern gloves, wishing they had a pair. You have been so lucky to have him give so much to you, yet you still don't know why. You even took up sewing and other hobbies to be crafty with ever since you gained the budget.

Now he's taking you out shopping as you follow him along on his journey. "It's great that you joined me on this outing, y/n. You really should spoil yourself every now and then." You follow up behind him and say "That's why I have you, Pantalone." You giggle he takes your hand and says "Don't mess with me, darling. I like to give you what you deserve." You two take a stroll around the expensive indoor shopping center, with fatui guards around just in case. You look from the ground and to him and say "So, Pantalone, I've had this question wandering around in my head and I just need to know... Why did you buy from my shop if I was way below you and your status?" He glances down at you and says "Don't be so silly. Your shop was adorable." You stop and so does he and you respond with "Buts that's not the actual reason why right?"

His glare sharply meets your eyes as he sighs pushes his glasses up and says "Do you give to the poor and needy?" You remember and say "Yes, I give my earnings and my leftovers of my materials to all kinds of people. Who need it." His lips resume a flat line as he grabs both of your hands with his and looks at you with a small smile and says "I've never seen anyone in your position do that before, you were living comfortably and instead of using it for yourself you gave it to others. I used to be like those children on the street." He frowns and then continues with a smile "I wish someone like you were there for me. When I was in that position." His gaze is soft unlike anything any expression you've seen him wear. He leans in and says "You deserve to indulge yourself in what you deserve. And I, Pantalone wish to do that to you, dear." He smiles and kisses you on the lips. His lips are warm compared to the weather as you lean in. He then pulls back and says

"So, will you let me indulge you?"

Authors Note: Hey everyone it's me, I'm addicted to writing about Pantalone I just have so many scenarios and drabbles I want to write about him. It seems that you all enjoy it as well. Since you all liked my signing Subordinate! Also, in case you're wondering what mx is, it's a gender-neutral term for Mr/Mrs feel free to insert what you'd like it to be or just use mx. If the POV was confusing, I apologize! Thank you so much all for the love, I hope to continue my writing for all you darlings!

-May

Masterlist

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lexsssu · 1 year

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May I request pantalone with a baby boy pls (I know he isn’t released yet but damn am I simping)

I'll definitely be writing a longer one for this to include in my Genshin baby daddy collection, but until then I hope this suffices for now~! TAGS: Pantalone/F!Reader, fatherhood, motherhood, pregnancy, domestic fluff, family fluff, original male child character, drabble, scenario

Pantalone had no faith in the gods.

Not after the hand he was dealt with ever since he was born into this world.

And yet, when he looks into your eyes and sees a smile lighting up your sweaty face as you hold your newborn son to your chest...he finds the deep enmity he holds for the gods lessening ever so slightly.

For what else can this sight be than a gift from some higher being, some cosmic entity that saw fit to bless him with such a priceless treasure?

Not even all the wealth he'd accumulated could amount to the true value of this moment.

"Look, my love. Our Mikhail is such a strong little boy, isn't he?"

Motherhood suited you, he thought.

He already knew that fact from seeing the way you interacted with other children, but was only further enforced by the way you handled your child.

"He is...and I'll make sure he'll only ever grow up with all the best things in life. Both you and he deserve only the best," he vowed, mind racing a mile per second as countless plans began to form.

"You two deserve that much...for you are my most priceless treasures."

Pantalone pressed a kiss to your brow before settling back into his seat by the side of the bed, content with basking in this tranquil moment for as long as he can.

#lexsssu writes #genshin impact #pantalone x reader #genshin impact pantalone x reader #genshin pantalone x reader #genshin impact x reader #pantalone #genshin impact pantalone #genshin pantalone #lexsssu's request box 💌#reader-insert

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zweetpea · 4 months

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Gender Neutral Reader

Short blurb/Drabble thing

Giving gifts is hard. It’s even harder when you want to get them for the man who has everything. Simple, you’ll make him something.

“Happy holidays, Honey!”you greet him on the morning of your gift exchange. “I didn’t know what to buy you so I just made you some Kartoshka.”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Thank you darling! I’m so sorry, the delivery men have gotten trapped in the storm so they’ll be a bit late with your presents.”

“Presents, as in plural? You didn’t have to get me so much. I’ll feel bad that I only got you this.”

He picks you up and holds you. “Darling, I have you. That’s a gift no one else can ever have.” Your face grows hot at his actions. He just carries you to his couch and you two cuddle.

“Wow! This tree is so pretty!” Little cheeps come from the branches as a bird flutters out.

“I know how much you like birds, so I got you a partridge and he wouldn’t leave the pear tree, so I just took it.”

“This is wonderful. Thank you.” You smile and lean up to kiss his lips.

——

The next morning during breakfast two turtle doves flew into the dining room and landed on your shoulders.

“Ah they’re here. Do you like them, love?” Your boyfriend walks over to you.

“What am I supposed to do with them?”

“You may do whatever you please. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

——

The third day of the storm you were play with your new pets in the greenhouse when three new birds rush in from the main house.

“Three hens? I know I love birds but I’m starting to feel like he’s spoiling me.”

——

The next morning you were in bed snuggling with your boyfriend when four colly birds fly into your lap and wake the two of you up.

“Are you kidding me?” He groans.

“Another one of your gifts?” You giggle.

“They were supposed to go to the sanctuary, I suppose that new order wasn’t able to be processed with the storm.”

You shift yourself into his lap and kiss him deeply. “You’re too sweet to me.”

——

The day after you and your wonderful boyfriend were cuddling by the fire in his study when he just suddenly asks you something.

“Wanna get married?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been thinking about marrying you for a while now, my plans for a proper proposal have flown out the window so I might as well just ask. Wanna get married?”

“I’d love to.” You smile and kiss him so passionately.

——

The storm had stopped so he took you down to the sanctuary where your new birds were staying.

“Everything in here is yours.” He told you.

“Everyone move! We got eight pregnant geese and we need to get these eggs out!” One of the workers rushed.

“Eight geese? And they’re all laying eggs?” You ask shocked.

“How did they even get pregnant? I didn’t have any males around them, I don’t think.” Your Fiancé freaks out.

“I think it’s wonderful. I’m just surprised by it.”

——

“Thank you for taking me back here. I know we just came here yesterday but I want to make sure that those geese are okay.”

“Of course my love.”

Along with the six geese there were now seven swans.

“Oh good they’re here too.”

“You even got me swans?”

“Mhm. I didn’t want to get too much, because I didn’t want to scare you away. I’ll get more for you next year I promise.”

“No, really it’s okay.”

——

The day after, you were called into your fiancé’s office.

“Now that we’re going to be married, I want you to have your own staff. Please choose any eight of the many I have lined up for interviews today.”

“Huh?” He sits you down and leaves you with the head butler.

——

Over the next four days you and your fiancé planed a ball to announce your engagement. There were 9 percussionists and 10 woodwinds.

And over the course of the night of the ball 11 couples came over to congratulate the two of you.

And at the end of the night it was just you, a regular civilian, dancing with your true love, a man wealthy enough to give you the world.

“The best present you’ve given me is your heart.” You smile at him, kissing him lovingly on the lips.

(This was meant for Pantalone but can work with any rich man)

(Based on the song 12 days of Christmas, so he’s the 12th lord a leaping)

#pantalone x reader #pantalone #pantalone x you #pantalone fluff #pantalone genshin #pantalone x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin pantalone #genshin pantalone x reader

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Kinktober: Day Three

Go On, Continue (Pantalone x Sub GN Reader)

office sex, cockwarming!

The harbinger hummed, sifting through his men's reports. He smiles slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his darling's flushed face. "Hmm? what's wrong little one?" he whispered sensually into their ear, sending a chill up their spine.

Pantalone chuckled, grabbing their chin and turning them so they're face to face with their unfinished report. "Nuh uh, you don't get to move 'till you finish darling" he playfully chided.

He watches you struggle to come up with anything to add to the report you had drafted yourself—As hard as it was to contain himself, he knew damn well he had to tease you until you at least begged for him to fuck you silly.

Poor little secretary, quivering at the slightest touch, looking awfully needy on his lap. If only you could see just how pathetic you looked sitting on his cock, barely able to think of anything other than your superior.

Such a sweet little thing, Pantalone almost felt bad for teasing you, almost. He continued "reading" the reports he held in his hand, bouncing his leg up slightly to make you unable to focus.

It was adorable, how you tried to hold back from grinding back on his throbbing cock, how you tried to ignore the very thing stretching you out so widely. He knew damn well about how stuffed you felt, just by ghosting his hand over your cute tummy, he could already feel the outline of his member.

He could hardly hold himself back from ravaging you right then and there whenever a soft moan would leave your lips. "So fucking cute" he muttered under his breath, rubbing the sides of your hips gently.

Shaky hands closed the file, returning the pen to it's holder on Pantalone's desk. The harbinger smiled, wrapping his arms around their waist.

"Good, very good, such a good little secretary" he praised, gently lifting them up and bringing them down full force onto his dick. His smile still as pleasant as always, even though his narrowed eyes hid just how much he enjoyed seeing them quiver and shake on his lap.

#lawless.writes #lawless'.kinktober #genshin smut #genshin fatui #genshin x reader #genshin pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin pantalone x reader

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iidylllic · 2 years

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Keyhole | Pt 2 💠🖤

Dottore & Pantalone x reader | 3.3k words | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 📍

Description: Pantalone gets his way.

Reader specifications: woman AFAB she/her | switch reader with both elements of domming and subbing written into the fic. This part is mostly subbing with you in a hierarchy that goes Pantalone > You > Dottore OR Pantalone > You >= Dottore

Character specifications: Dottore [switch!dottore, dottore likes being pegged :), socially inept Dottore, probs OOC tried my best, total disregard for his clones] Pantalone [dom!pantalone, he’s a sadist through and through to me, he’s also an asshole here] Both [they’re past fuckbuddies]

Tags: sft [dottore is bad at feelings as per usual, blackmail] nsft [dark themes, pegging, riding, vibrators, sex toys, non-consensual voyeurism, mentions of other kinks, cucking, yes dottore gets cucked lol, bondage, initially dubious consent, cunnilingus, nasty sex lol, degradation, sex fluids in mouth, edging, thighfucking, this part of fic is basically all porn]

Note: Sorry for the slight delay but I still managed didn’t I :D I haven’t wrote smut since my first Dottore fic so it was a tough thing to write. Hope you enjoy :)

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Pantalone is the last person you expected to see that night.

Dottore doesn’t explain anything. His mouth is etched into a flat line. Pantalone stands behind him, smiling as always with a practised genuineness and a friendly greeting. The two men take up the entire doorway of your small apartment within the Fatui facility, and for a moment, you think you must’ve did something horribly wrong.

“Would you like to come in?” You offer, looking to Dottore for approval. His expression doesn’t shift, but he marches in to the small living space, sinking down onto the sofa. For a brief moment you’re aware of his anger, something incredibly volatile bubbling inside of him- the rigid movements, the clenched fists. And for a moment, you feel nothing except pity for the man that can’t seem to catch a break these days.

Pantalone nods before also letting himself in. “How has your evening been, (Y/N)?”

It’s hard to understand anything that’s currently going on. Did Dottore intentionally invite Pantalone around for after-dinner drinks? To your place specifically? Did he just invite himself? “Uh, fine. It’s been fine. Did you enjoy your meal?”

“It was wonderful, thank you for asking,” Pantalone replies, shuffling out of his coat. You reach to him for it, placing it on the hooks by the door. “I’ll have to take you to that restaurant one day, I think a lady like yourself would-“

Dottore, clearly growing irritated, calls out, “Tell her why you’re here. I would appreciate it if this was over as soon as possible.”

You can tell his teeth are gritted and worry begins to swamp your thoughts. Pantalone merely looks down at you through his glasses. You can see your reflection in them, wide eyed, nervous. He clears his throat, beckoning you to follow him to the sofa. You pick the loveseat across from him, slowly setting yourself down and observing how Dottore shifts his entire body closer to the armrest, away from Pantalone. It’s a gesture that attempts to mimic disgust, yet also indicates fear.

You feel like a guest within your own home.

“I’ll get to the point, shall I? I was in the right place at the right time, and overheard some rather… interesting things occurring between you and my colleague.”

Dottore leans his head backwards, sighing in exasperation. Your eyes dart between the two men. Surely Pantalone wasn’t implying…?

Oh archons, he was, wasn’t he?

“Lord Harbinger, I’m so sorry-“

And he laughs. He’s always smiling, always laughing, always so overwhelmingly friendly. You’ve never quite gotten the sense that there’s a threat behind it, though you know of how exactly Pantalone deals with people who fail to repay him. You wonder if he doesn’t stop smiling then, you wonder if he gleefully informs someone of their downfall in that even yet airy tone of voice.

“Well, dearest (Y/N), I’ll let you off with it, if you’ll just do one little thing for me?”

Contract. Deal. Bargain. Something you’ve never wanted to have with the man purely out of self-preservation. Mouth gone dry, cheeks ablaze, and head spinning, you can do nothing except nod.

“I want to fuck you and have Dottore watch.”

Your lips part, and nothing comes out. Dottore stays completely still in that moment. Pantalone relaxes further into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other as his hands join together.

You close your mouth before opening it again, praying for something, anything, to manifest itself into the silence. And like a lost child calling for their parent, you weakly say, “Dottore?”

You’re not sure who it’s addressed to.

“He’s threatening to tell people if we don’t.”

“Threaten..? No. Suggest, yes.”

“Instead of wanting to sleep with my assistant, you should consider sleeping with one eye open for the entirety of your life.”

Staring down at your hands, your thoughts begin to form above the sound of your thudding heart.

“(Y/N).” Pantalone says. You realise he’s never explicitly stated that the threat applies to you, or if you would be named in this slander, though you don’t exactly want to damage Dottore’s reputation. That’s a one-way road to being fired, possibly dead.

“Yes, I’m… thinking.”

“Do try to make up your mind soon.”

“Personally, I don’t care,” Dottore tells you. “I don’t care about us. Watching the two of you have sex means nothing to me. I’ll just be there during the act so this freak can get his rocks off.”

You know Pantalone doesn’t miss the way your facial expression morphs to one of hurt. He tilts his head like an expectant dog, hoping Dottore’s testimony will bring you to agree. Your shoulders slump and you murmur out a small, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Pantalone only nods. You’re expecting more of a reaction from him, but he stays calm, his presence still the most overwhelming in the entire room. Dottore has slumped into a state of acceptance.

Perhaps Pantalone is the one expecting a larger response from you. There’s no leaping out of joy at the prospect of having sex with him- though he’s certainly handsome and you may have entertained the thought briefly, on occasion- you’re too worried about Dottore. But why should you be? He’s already stated that he doesn’t care. You should just take the once-in-a-lifetime experience of having sex with the ninth harbinger, and try not to think too hard about the implications on your relationship with Dottore.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Now?” You whisper.

“Of course.”

And surprisingly, Dottore is the first to get up, trudging towards the hallway.

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Initially, it’s awkward.

“So I suppose this is your idea of fun?” Dottore says, watching as Pantalone begins to take off his clothes. You hear his belt fall to the floor and he sits down on your bed, staring at you as you stand between Dottore and Pantalone whilst you remove your stockings. Pantalone stops you from removing anymore after that, hooking his arm around your waist and gently guiding you into his lap. Your superior is across from you, viewing the ordeal from his awkward position.

Dottore’s hands are tied behind his back using a tie he forgot in your room from the last time. His mask is off. His red eyes look thoroughly unamused, like he may as well be watching paint dry.

“It’s one of them.”

Dottore, Dottore, Dottore. You can’t stop glancing over at him but you never really catch his eyes. He’s staring right through you.

Pantalone, now seated on the bed with you, begins to run his palms up and down your bare thighs, hiking up your skirt in the process. They’re cold, but his body radiates a divine warmth. You’d rather just lean your head against his chest and drown in the scent of his earthy cologne, but you both know that’s not why you’re here. His hands start to slide beneath your blouse, evoking a pleasant hum from him when they make contact with your braless chest.

“Mm… I’m beginning to understand, Dottore.”

Deft fingers start working at the buttons with ferocious speed. You have to admire the carefulness in unwrapping you so delicately. Dottore had ripped off one of your shirts before. He’s always so fast and aggressive, perhaps more fondly described as “passionate”. Yet Pantalone’s handling of your body shows passion too, albeit in a more reserved and sensual manner. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on the moment. You feel something heating in your core as his hand meets one of your breasts, rolling the bud between his two fingers gently, pinching, tugging slightly. Your legs tighten up reflexively, and your hand finds itself wandering to between your legs, only to be met by your the fabric of your skirt.

“How could you keep her all to yourself?” Pantalone sighs. The warm breath tickles the back of your neck and for a moment you feel completely enveloped by the man, his presence dominating every one of your senses- spare one. Opening your eyes reveals the man across from you once more- and this time, when you listen carefully, you can hear his breathing as well.

The room is glacial when Pantalone starts to unzip your skirt from the side, lifting you slightly and sliding it down your legs where it falls limp on the floor. You lean forward and abandon your open blouse as well, leaving you with only one item of clothing between your legs which Pantalone’s fingers begin to hover over. His lips create a suction at your neck, teeth nipping the skin whilst he plays around with the waistband of your panties.

The other breathing in the room merely grows louder. Blood rushes in your ears, and as your panties begin to get tugged down your legs, you find yourself staring at Dottore’s shoes.

He’s really getting nothing out of this? He just has to watch?

“Focus on me, dear.” Pantalone calls out. He sounds so distant, yet feels so close.

And you comply as you’re shuffled out of his lap and Pantalone stands dead in front of you, blocking your view of Dottore. The Regrator begins to gracefully remove the rest of his clothes, and you find yourself reaching out. A light chuckle rings through the room as your fingertips graze his hips longingly.

When he reveals an impressive length, you avert your eyes immediately like the very sight would stain your long-forgotten modesty. The last thing to go is his glasses, which he sets gently to the side on your bedside table.

Backing yourself up on the bed to get ready for him, you faintly realise that Pantalone’s not the only one who’s been pitching a tent in his pants the entire time. And it comforts you, somehow, to know that you still exist to Dottore.

“Face down, rear up, darling. Present to us.”

Diligently, you follow his command. Embarrassment registers at the position, clearly meant to give Dottore a full view of what he’s missing out on. The second Pantalone’s fingertips meet your pussy, you clench up instinctively. He’s standing off to the side so Dottore can see it clearly. How generous.

“It’s glistening,” Pantalone narrates, as if neither of you know that. “She’s already wet, see? Did you ever get her like this?”

“Yes.” Comes the dull reply. It’s not a lie.

Prodding. Rubbing. And two fingers start to ease their way in, slowly. You take deep breaths as they slip into you, exploring your body. You whine as they hit a spot that feels just right, and you can make out the sound of Dottore’s shoes shuffling on the floor. Pantalone’s hand stills as the fingertips keep working inside of you. Heat and tension begins to build inside. His thumb starts running over your clit gently before picking up speed and pressure. You clench down hard for a moment- just briefly, so briefly- and Pantalone draws his hand back with violent speed, leaving you without stimulation entirely.

You start to whine, wiggling your ass in the air slightly with little regard for how wanton you look. “Why did you stop?”

“We’re all going to exercise our patience tonight, sweetheart.”

Footsteps, moving away from you.

Dottore’s voice, speaking on his own initiative for once. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious, dearest Doctor.”

There’s a slight sucking noise, a pop- and archons above is Pantalone making Dottore suck your juices off his fingers?

“I have a very special job for you, Dottore. Can you guess what it is?” Pantalone coos. “Don’t worry about your bindings. I’ll support you the entire time- see, aren’t I good to you?”

The height of your pleasure is beginning to fade as Dottore is guided over to you, painstakingly slow. You’ve already guessed what the “very special job” could be, and your idea is only confirmed when hot air fans over your dripping cunt.

His tongue meets your labia, licking up in one, long stripe.

“Good boy.”

Dottore’s head is pushed closer, his nose practically buried in your folds. And you swear to Celestia, he moans.

When his tongue starts to work at your clit, your thighs tremble and your mouth betrays any efforts to keep quiet. It’s been a while since Dottore’s did this and you’re reminded of how he’s so focused and so precise, sucking both delicately and with pressure, his tongue rolling over in the right places.

“I honestly expected it to be quicker.” Pantalone muses, only serving as encouragement for Dottore to try harder. With his tongue pressing firmly and his head bobbing slightly, you finally cum with a long, drawn out moan, pussy fluttering around nothing.

It’s like Pantalone’s talking to a pet when he says, “Good boy, good Dottore!”

You think Dottore puts up a struggle as he’s dragged away from you, because you faintly hear Pantalone whispering to him not to get any ideas.

“- Or this won’t be taken care of.”

Dottore whines before you hear him sit back down on the stool. You’re still presenting yourself. Something runs down your thigh.

“She’s so nice and wet for me now. Dripping.”

A finger swipes your dribbled slick away.

“Just imagine what it feels like inside of her right now. But… I think you’ve spent enough staring at this angle of her. Turn around for me, dear, same position.”

You crawl on your hands and knees like a dog about to lie down, settling where you can open your eyes and see Dottore.

And he looks back. He looks right into your eyes. His forehead is shiny with sweat and his hair sticks to it. And all he can do is watch.

“Good girl. Now, let’s put on a show, shall we?”

The mattress dips behind you faster than expected, and Pantalone’s cock prods at your entrance, rubbing back and forth slightly before sinking into you. You gasp as it makes its way in, filling you to the brim. And it stops completely, buried to the hilt with no movement. You move your hips but two pairs of hands now rest on them, warning you not to continue.

“Well? Describe how it feels for our audience.”

“I feel- I feel so full. It’s so big- I- I need you to start moving. Please. Please!”

You’re rewarded with a gentle pace, slow and shallow thrusts driving into your core. The sound is humiliating, brazenly revealing your wetness. Dottore can definitely hear it.

“Faster.” You gasp out.

The difference is so small, but it’s faster nonetheless. “You’re going to have to put on a better performance if you want more.”

“Dottore,” You call out, addressing him personally. “His cock is so big- he- it’s stretching me out so nicely-“

You’re interrupted by the moan you make at Pantalone’s quickening rhythm. You don’t hold anything back, knowing now that louder is better.

“I have to also testify that she’s so tight, Dottore. I don’t envy you right now, stuck over there.” Pantalone breathes. His speech fades as you squeeze around him tighter, trying to milk him for all he’s got. In response he grips your body harder, bruising your sides with his fingertips, and starts slamming into you.

“Just like that.” You gasp. You stare into Dottore’s eyes again, unsure if the expression in them is one of wrath or lust. His mouth is open, rows of pointed, gritted teeth exposed.

“Good girl, taking me so well.”

You end up rocking your hips back slightly, desperate for even more friction as the knot in your loins tightens. A shameless mewl is ripped from you as he hammers into your g-spot, your toes curling behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m marking her up Dottore,” Pantalone says. You become suddenly aware of the previous locations of his fingertips, red hot against the cold in the room. “Ah… what am I saying? You don’t have a choice.”

You can feel his balls hitting against you as you bury your face into your arms. He fucks into you with an unknown ferocity, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Who’s fucking you, darling?” He breathes.

“Pantalone!” You squeal, hands gripping into the bedsheets.

“Look into his eyes, and say my name when you cum.”

Your body reacts immediately to that message and you know your release will come soon. You’re drooling at this point, eyes blank, but you still find it within yourself to redirect your gaze towards the man who is looking more desperate by the second.

And as you follow Pantalone’s final command, your body succumbs to an earth-shattering orgasm that traps you in a realm where time slows, enthralled momentarily within Dottore’s piercing red stare. You keep breathing, moaning, gasping as Pantalone continues to rail you, eventually stopping abruptly when he drags your entire body towards his, fully bottoms out, and empties his hot seed deep inside of you.

With shuddering breaths you start the process of calming down, now struggling to look at Dottore’s face. Instead, you shamelessly look at his clothed dick straining against his pants.

Pantalone finally removes himself, watching as you finally stretch out your legs with a sigh of relief. He makes his way over to Dottore, hand ghosting over the area of interest.

“Now, let’s see. Has our desperate doctor creamed his pants yet, or does he require some… assistance?”

And Dottore doesn’t speak. Doesn’t defend himself as he’s stood up, pants finally tugged down to his ankles as Pantalone inspects him. You prop your head up on your elbows to watch. A slender finger runs over the tip whilst Dottore whines in agitation.

“Just precum. Do you want to cum, Dottore?”

“Badly.” He rasps.

“I see.”

Pantalone rakes a hand through his hair before directing his attention to you.

“We’re not finished, then. Spread your legs, (Y/N). Dottore, go behind her.”

Dottore doesn’t offer any arguments. He just stares.

“The only way I’m letting you cum is while tasting the sex I just had with your assistant. Now move before I change my mind.”

Despite your current exhaustion, something still manages to tingle inside of you at Pantalone’s display of cruelty.

And so, one last time, you spread your legs and this time Dottore’s presence is behind you. He’s awkward, unbalanced as he tries to position himself. You find your eyes on Pantalone as Dottore begins to clean you up, tongue darting so he can taste the leakage of your creampie.

“Collect some. Don’t swallow.”

Pantalone offers you his signature smile. Your eyes roll back as ecstasy begins to spark once more, undoubtedly enjoying the sensation before it’s cut off by Pantalone himself.

“Good enough. Dottore, get up, off the bed. Stand. (Y/N), do the same. Face one another.”

Both of you obey the command immediately. It’s only been an hour, but it feels like Pantalone has made you into his well-trained pets.

Pantalone offers Dottore some assistance with positioning his cock between your legs, right in the crevice of your wet pussy and thighs.

“Don’t put it in, now, Dottore. I don’t want you disturbing my work. You can get off by fucking her thighs.”

Dottore’s hips buck forward, and Pantalone stills him, going behind Dottore and looking into your eyes from behind.

“One last thing. Kiss, and don’t break it off until you both orgasm.”

Your mouths clumsily find each other as Dottore starts to rut against you, creating friction against your clit. You can taste your slick combined with Pantalone’s salty cum, the fluid coating your tongue and dripping out of your lips. Dottore is groaning unashamedly, and you can feel the veins of his shaft rub you in your most sensitive area. It takes surprisingly little time to reach your final orgasm of the night, moaning against Dottore as Pantalone holds him steady. And when Dottore cries your name, knees starting to buckle, cum spurting out the tip of his cock, you can finally remove your mouth from his and breathe.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

The room smells like sex, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to see your bedroom the same way again.

You eventually find yourself beside Dottore on the bed as he stretches his aching arms, Pantalone returning from the bathroom. You can hear the sound of running water coming from down the hall.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Pantalone says, looking rather proud of himself.

(Not exactly unearned pride in your eyes, however, distastefully smug)

You look down to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame.

Dottore just groans.

“I’m very pleased with the way both of you performed. I hope we can make similar arrangements in the future. You both look like you enjoyed yourselves.”

Noting- though not caring about- the lack of response, Pantalone continues.

“You can both go in the bath first. It should be ready soon enough.”

When he leaves the room, you rest your head against Dottore’s shoulder, praying silently he won’t squirm away from you.

And he doesn’t. Rather, he leans in, resting his own head against yours.

-fin :)-

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin pantalone x reader #dottore x you #fatui harbingers x reader #pantalone x you

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ragnvdnir · 2 years

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05 ⌇ message in a bottle

masterlist / previous / next

THE 1 — a pantalone filo smau

SYNOPSIS — after getting divorced to your now ex-husband, diluc ragnvindr, you stumble upon a reunion of your highschool batch where you saw pantalone who is your highschool sweetheart, your crush back in highschool days, your almost something, and your friend. what would you do now that you finally met him after years of not seeing each other?

note: i think the next part won't be posted tomorrow since it's narrated 😵 (i hate narrations oml)

taglist: @sunizome @sevynnee @kujuo @biuun @scarahours @hey-comrade-hold-still @rrinsluvr @estelwrld @albenyx @skaramush @ynnllsn

bolded means your blog can't be found btw so i can't tag you!

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deathbysnakes · 8 months

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What about Pantalone trying everything to win over y/n, but he gets jeloaus to see childe dancing with y/n in a ball. But in the end y/n loves Pantalone not because of the expensive gifts but the time they spend together

(sorry for my bad english, saying hi from Spain:D)

Pantalone's Jealousy

Pantalone x reader (Romantic)

Warnings:Ooc

Pronouns:He/Him (Pantalone + Tartaglia) You/ Your (Reader)

Fluff/ little bit of agnst/ Comfort

Explanation:You attend a ball, and Tartaglia requested that you dance with him, so you accepted. Little did you know that Pantalone was watching in jealousy from a distance as you danced with Tartaglia.

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You entered the ballroom and looked around. The lights were blinding, much different from other places in Snezhnaya. Once your eyes finally adjusted to the bright lights, you realize that you almost bumped into someone and you back up, but backing up only made you bump into someone else.

You turned around to apologize, but you quickly shut your mouth when you see you bumped into Tartaglia. "Oh, [Name]! You actually attended the ball!" You slightly smile at Tartaglia. "Yep..." Tartaglia's bright smile grew. "Well, would you like to dance with me?" Your eyes widened in shock at his request, but you nodded. "Great!" Tartaglia grabbed both of your hands and dragged you somewhere with more space. You looked over your shoulder for a second, and you swore you saw Pantalone with a jealous expression watching Tartaglia drag you somewhere else, but Pantalone quickly disappeared into the crowd.

After the ball was over, you were really dizzy, Tartaglia really liked to spin you around when dancing with you, and it was chaotic. You and Tartaglia were bumping into people because he kept spinning you around, and you were definitely getting some dirty stares from other people attending the ball. You let out a sigh when you finally recovered from your dizziness, and before you knew it, Tartaglia was right beside you again. "Would you like me to walk you home?" He asked while extending his hand out to you, but then a gloved hand grabbed Tartaglia's wrist tightly.

When you both turned around to see who it was, you both saw an angry looking Pantalone. Despite his smile, you could see his downward eyebrows. "I think you've done enough Tartaglia, I'll walk [Name] home." There was a slight hiss to Pantalone's voice. He wasn't just angry, he was absolutely fuming. "Uh, alright..." It took a while for Pantalone to let go of Tartaglia, but when he did, he quickly walked away while inspecting his wrist.

Pantalone took a deep breath, and his expression softened when he turned to you. "[Name], do you mind if I walk you home?" There was some excitement in Pantalone's voice that he was obviously trying to hide. "Uh, sure." You respond. You couldn't help but find it cute when you saw Pantalone's smile widen. Pantalone gently grabbed your hand, his grip was much different from Tartaglia's tight grip, and you felt a slight blush appear on your face. "Then let's go." Pantalone said as he started to walk you to your house.

You both eventually arrived, but Pantalone didn't let go of your hand. "Hey [Name], this might sound a bit weird, but can I stay over tonight?" Your eyes widened in surprise, but you were quick to respond. "Sure!" You gide Pantalone into your house and sit down on the couch next to him.

It was awkward silence for a moment before Pantalone spoke. "Hey [Name], do you mind if I tell you something that might freak you out?" You turned to look at Pantalone, and he looked rather nervous. "I don't mind." Pantalone took a deep breath and looked down at his feet. "[Name] I... I love you..."

Pantalone did everything in his power to avoid eye contact with you, but he couldn't help but look over at you when he heard you moving closer. His face got really red when he saw that your face was inches away from his. "I love you too..." You responded. "Do you love me or my money...?" Pantalone asked hesitantly. You didn't even have to think about it, and you answered almost immediately. "You." Pantalone felt tears of joy forming in his eyes. He knew you loved him because of how fast you responded. He leaned in and kissed your lips. You felt Pantalone's gloved hands caressing both sides of your cheeks, and you wrapped your arms around him, Pantalone eventually pulled away and looked at you in a way no one had ever looked at you, with pure love and happiness. His arms wrapped around you, and he pulled you in for a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You felt cold, but happy tears drip down onto your torso soaking your clothes, but you didn't care. You held Pantalone close to you and rubbed his back. After a while, Pantalone started to calm down, and when you looked down at him, you realized he was asleep. You smiled at the adorable sight and picked up Pantalone, carring him to your bed.

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versadies · 2 years

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everlasting romance (w/ gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. everlasting romance

ADDRESSED. capitano, pantalone (separate)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, ooc!capitano, ooc!pantalone, mentions of battles but no violence, not proofread, no tw as far as ik !

STAMP/SYPNOSIS. domestic fluff with capitano and pantalone !

PROMPT. domestic life as a married couple

POST-SCRIPT. this is my entry for @pyroxeene's and @astranne's marry a harbinger event ! yes im very obsessed with cuddling w capitano because he looks very huggable, please dont mind me and enjoy your meal fellow fatui lovers 😀😀😀

LINKS. MARRY A HARBINGER MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ TAGLIST

CAPITANO

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

It’s expected. Living with the everlasting winters of Snezhnaya is something that is not an easy lifestyle. Even having a heater and fireplace in your home couldn’t be enough to make you not feel some shivers from the cold weather and not have a hard time sleeping from how cold it is.

Still, you didn’t really find the heart to complain. It’s something you’ve grown used to throughout the years of living here.

Besides, the cold is one of the best excuses to do something to your husband.

Even after spending a long time with Capitano, you still couldn’t find the courage to ask him for affection. You feel worried that he might see you as too clingy or reject you (despite the very well known fact that he wouldn’t do that). So the only things you could do is (1) hope your husband comes to you and do it without you having to ask him or (2) make up an excuse.

Back to the present time, you find yourself glancing at your husband from where you’re sitting, playing with the book you’re reading a few moments ago as you contemplate whether or not you should shoot your shot.

Ever since you moved into Capitano’s mansion, the harbinger made plenty of adjustments to make you comfortable. One of those adjustments includes adding a long sofa that’s made with the finest and most comfortable materials in his office for you to lounge in whenever you want to be with him as he works. The best part about the sofa is it’s big enough for you and Capitano, so he sometimes comes and sits next to you when he wants to take a break.

Unfortunately, today is not one of those times.

As you continue to think about what to do, you don't notice how your husband seems to look in your direction thanks to his helmet.

“Is there something wrong, ( Name )?” He asks, causing you to be taken back by surprise from him suddenly talking.

You were quick to shake your head, quickly putting a calm facade. “No of course not – don’t mind me, you can carry along with your work.” You reassured him before looking back at your book, trying to continue where you left off (only to fail).

You didn’t seem to notice how he looked at the clock nearby before putting some of his items aside on his desk. You glance at his direction when you hear him standing up from his seat, only for you to be surprised when he starts walking towards you.

“Perhaps I must’ve been working longer than you wanted.” He spoke as he sat down next to you, the cushion sinking from his weight. “Nevertheless, your troubles are something I cannot ignore.”

Your eyes widen a bit. “Huh?”

He lets out a huff. “I’ve known you long enough, ( Name ). We’ve been to battles together, we’ve been through things together, and we’ve been married for so long. It’s no use hiding from me.”

You let out a sheepish smile. “Alright, alright, you got me.. Is it so bad to desire for my husband’s affection?” You replied, closing your book shut.

“You could always ask, dearest.” He reassures you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you bask in for his warmth. “I’m not one to refuse my spouse’s requests. So you may feel free to ask for hugs and such instead of making up excuses. We’ve talked about this back then on our honeymoon, haven’t we?”

You lean on his broad shoulder, letting out a small sigh of content. “I know, I know. I just couldn’t help it, I fear I might be disturbing you too much.”

“For you? Never.”

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

But that’s alright, because you can always count on your husband to warm you up with a hug and a few words to share as you two enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

PANTALONE

Ever since you and Pantalone started living together as a married couple, he never considered eating anything except your homemade meals during work.

Some of the banker’s fellow subordinates would often gush and gossip about how they always catch sight of their lord eating a familiar box that contains his spouse’s meals, finding it sweet how he seems to enjoy your cooking.

It’s true, he does enjoy your cooking – maybe a bit more than most people when they eat your cooking – and isn’t afraid to tell you that. He doesn’t have to tell you that anyway, not when the meals you gave to him are always empty by the time he returns home. You’re not really sure if it’s because of how he’s so hungry that he’s willing to inhale everything you cook or because he’s just that obsessed with your cooking.

Apparently, it’s the latter.

Pantalone hadn’t told you yet, but your meals reminded him of home – the place he wants to be in instead of his cold and quiet office that’s not in his mansion. You could say your meals are something that’s therapeutic to him which makes you happy since you’re always willing to cook for your husband.

So it’s very, very strange that he started forgetting to bring his meals to work recently.

You’re not sure if it’s because of how he’s getting busier with work now or some other reason you can’t think of, so you have no choice but to come visit his office, not wanting him to get hungry despite the fact that he could buy a meal himself. It’s a good thing your work starts in the afternoon!

Whenever you come by to his office to drop off his food, your husband could only give you his classic smile and thank you for bringing it for him, only to receive yet another lecture about how he shouldn’t forget to bring his lunch next time from you. Of course, he says no words except: “Ah, of course, of course. How silly of me.” He lets out a sigh, a dramatic one at that. “I’ll try my best to not forget again, dearest. Since you’re here now, why don’t you stay with me for a while? It must be a tiring journey for you to come here–”

“I always use the carriage you provided to come here, what are you talking about–?”

“Please?”

You let out a sigh of defeat, sitting down on one of the chairs that’s situated across from where he’s sitting. “Alright, fine, but only for a few minutes or so. I don’t want to be late for work.”

It started to become a bit of a routine since then.

You often find yourself on your way to your husband’s workplace with the food he forgot to bring and sometimes yours when you feel hungry as well and stay in his office for a while until you have to leave for work. Throughout your stay in his office, you’d have conversations with him as he eats his meal.

You don’t bother lecturing him about forgetting his meal again by the time this goes on for weeks, knowing fully well he’ll just leave it again the next day or the other. You didn’t bother wondering why he does it either (nor why he always gives you that weird look of his whenever you try to ask him), because you can’t help but enjoy spending time with him in his workplace to the point where you just start bringing your own meal as well to eat with him.

Unknownst by you, the reason is very simple.

What makes eating a delicious homemade meal better?

Eating said delicious homemade meal with the person you care for the most, of course.

Pantalone longs for you often, especially when he eats his meal that you made with love and dedication. So when he actually forgot to bring his meal for the first time and you visited his workplace for it, he had the most brilliant idea!

Hence how he started to purposefully leave his meal, hiding the mischievous smile on his face as he leaves for his duties as a harbinger, looking forward to hearing the familiar sounds of your knocking before entering his office with his meal. It pleases him all the more when you start to bring your own meal as well and eat it with him. Before he knew it, he started to get used to the time he values with you in his office.

Mora can’t buy him something that’s as precious as this.

“Is there something on your mind?” You ask your husband, who wakes up from his own thoughts about this situation thanks to your voice.

He shakes his head quickly, a genuine smile is on his face. “No, no. Just thinking about how much I love my spouse very much.”

You slap his shoulder lightly with a chuckle. “Oh cut that out, flattery won’t save you.”

He chuckles as well in response. “Oh but it’s the truth, believe it or not.”

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” You replied before taking a bite of your meal.

He can get used to this indeed.

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Pantone goes on a quick outing as he's out you get an unexpected visit from one of the harbingers. They assume you are one of his maids and talks down to you. What will Pantalone have to say about someone talking so low to his fiance(e)?

You have been within Pantalone's mansion or our home. You are Panatlones fiance(e) as he proposed to you a few months ago. Before he proposed and he let you move into his home which was way better than yours. Anyways you've been living peacefully and have been the happiest you've ever been. Pantalone left the house a while ago, saying 'I have to pick something up, I'll be back in 30 minutes he kissed you and went out the door.

So now you're sitting on the very expensive couch with a blanket on you and it's very cozy right now. You read one of your books, it's getting a bit boring so, you take a sip of your drink sitting on the coffee table. As you do you look out the window it's snowing but very lightly and the last time you went out, it was cold. You continue looking out the window until you see a carriage approaching, you first get excited until you notice that it's not Pantalones. His is more darker and victorian while this one looks whiter and more modern. You see the carriage approaching and notice that it's let in through the gates, now you place your things down and get up and go towards the window. You see it approach the main entrance as a man walks out, you see his coat, and you realize he's another harbinger, with a mask and blue hair.

You hear him knock on the door as one of the maids are about to get it until you say "I'll get it!" You go and walk towards the door and open it. You open the door and he looks away from the snowy scenery and looks at you, "Ah, I guess your one of his helpers? could you tell Pantalone, I need him. Tell him it's from the doctor." "I'm sorry about that doctor, but Pantalone should be back in 15 minutes. Could I offer you something? Tea, coffee?" He looks at you and says "hm?" "I have some freshly baked pastries." "I suppose, I could wait." You let him come through the door as he hands, well more like tosses his scarf and his long heavy coat at you.

You put his coat on the standing rack, as you welcome him into the living space. He sits down in one of the seats next to the couch as he looks around the house. "I'll be right back, what would you like doctor?" "Some coffee, black." You nod and prepare it in the other room along with some treats you just made. You walk back in with the tray and place it on the coffee table. He grabs his coffee and drinks it under his mask. As you sit across from him you say

"So, doctor what brings you to Pantalone's home?" He looks at you "Why? Don't want me here for long do you?" "Oh no, it's not that." You nervously laugh a bit as you are taken a back by his statement "I enjoy guests and fellow work partners of Pantalone." You smile and then he smirks and sips his coffee. "Is that so? You just met a stranger and welcomed him into his home. How do you know I'm not lying?" "By your coat and you seem to know what you're doing." "Great observation." He puts down his drink and looks at the bigger couch containing your blanket, mug, and book from earlier.

"Your not actually his maid, are you?" You look in surprise "No I'm not." "What are you? His play thing? Toy? Or maybe your his courtesan?"

"They're my Fiance(e). Dottore."

You look at the doorway to reveal Pantalone, with an intimidating stance. "Ah, Pantalone welcome back." You smile at him as he walks in the light to reveal himself,

"Hello dear and greetings Dottore. What an unexpected visit."

Pantalone comes and stands in front of Dottore and he says "Enough of the treats, Dottore what do you wish to discuss? Prehaps come into my office instead." He leads Dottore down the hallway and into the office. Once they both go into the office and shut the door you go and wait outside the door. You hear some discussion and Pantalone using his annoyed tone. You try to make up some of the conversations and hear "You can't just come into my house unannounced." "Well, your little servant let me in." "They're not my servant. They are my significant other and thank you for dropping off the files, I will take care of the rest. Goodbye."

You hide behind the wall as Dottores walks out of the room and you wait a second until you knock on the door. "Dottore I said goodbye... Oh, it's just you darling. Come in." You walk I'm and pats his leg and you look hesitant but he pats and again and smiles softly you got and you sit on his leg. "I'm sorry if Dottore was giving you any trouble dear." He frowns a bit. "Well, I did invite him inside." He looks a little surprised and sighs "Your too kind for your own good." Even though you must admit what Dottore said was a bit upsetting. "Am I really your Courtesan?" His frown deepens "Oh no your not. Don't let his foolish banter get into your head. Your like mora, I can't get enough." You laugh at this statement "Mora? That's what I remind you of?" "Well, it's the second most precious things to me." You playfully smack his arm as he smirks and pulls you closer and wraps his hands around your waist and puts his face in the nook of your neck.

"Do know your place dear. You belong right next to me. Not anything below that." "Whatever you say, Pantalone." "I mean it darling."

Authors note: Here's another one for Pantalone, I'm obsessed with writing about him. Also, search up the courtesan if you don't know it. Have a good day everyone!

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