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bunnypansy · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet: Pantalone!

Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

A short script about the ABCs of The Regrator's sex life!

Featuring: Pantalone, and you!

Beware! This film contains: sexual content (duh), objectification, humiliation, financial domination, pet play, submission, handcuffs, spit kink, orgasm denial, edging, dacryphilia, mild degradation

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Perfect. Really! While the richest harbinger, Pantalone does not strike me as the lazy type. He’s not going to pawn off the aftercare on any staff, he’d rather do it himself. Pantalone goes through the same steps every time; he quickly cleans himself up, then gently wipes up the majority of your… fluids. He’ll run you both a nice bath- and you KNOW the Regrator has a giant, beautiful bathtub. Of course, Pantalone will clean you up with the highest quality soap, and when you’re done, he’ll moisturize you from head to toe! No need to stay awake, Pantalone doesn’t mind if you doze off. While he’s mostly hands on, he’ll have staff swap out the messy sheets before he lays you down to rest. Most likely, he’ll hold you close while you fall asleep and he reads.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your skin overall, which yeah, I know sounds weird, but walk with me. He loves your soft, smooth skin that’s perfect for bruising, kissing, biting; so pretty and delicate. Even in nonsexual moments, Pantalone likes to run his fingers over your skin and trace patterns, just for funsies. Like most of his things, he’ll do his best to make you take care of your beautiful skin. Also lips, beautiful, soft, pink lips just get him hard immediately; wear lip gloss and he’ll fall apart.

It’s not hard to see that Pantalone takes incredible care of his hair. He spends an immeasurable amount of time fussing over it, with a detailed washing schedule and care instructions. He spends much of his morning routine brushing, and styling his hair; if you feel like playing with it or styling it, feel free- but NEVER pull on his hair. EVER.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Pantalone takes impeccable care of himself, he’s well hydrated and keeps a good diet, so his cum is a clear, almost pearly color. It’s textured a lot like syrup and has almost no taste except for a faint saltiness- you’re not really sure how he makes his cum that flavorless. Pantalone doesn’t cum very much, it’s a bit disappointing but I’ll let you in on a little secret; if you squeeze his balls a lil bit you can make him squirt, and if you feel like putting in the effort, keep milking his cock after he starts cumming and he’ll cum even more. Please draw out his orgasm!!! Pantalone prefers cumming in your mouth, on your face or on your tummy- he’s not fond of trying to scoop his cum out of you later, too messy. Besides, don’t you just look beautiful with his cum on your face? Of course you do.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try butt stuff. Huh? No no, not on you. (:

Okay fine I'll elaborate. I don't think he's experimented with anal on his own, he simply has a curiosity that he wants to sate. After sometime, Pantalone might bring up the subject, as casually as one might talk about the weather over morning tea. He actually wants to start rather vanilla with this, a bit of fingering, some gentler sex. After getting a small taste for subbing, he might let you do a few other things to him (cough cough sounding)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly? I don’t think he’s all that experienced when it comes to sustained relationships, he's very busy and not opposed to hiring sex workers! Everyone has needs, and he is happy to pay for services he deems necessary, as long as he’s satisfied with the result. In short; intimate experience? No. Casual experience? Yes.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Pantalone is usually fucking on the go (read: in his office), so he usually goes for the classic bending over desk. If he’s in the office, he’ll press your chest down the desktop and take you from behind, usually with his fingers in your mouth to pull you back and hold your jaw open. For a long while, he'll probably do this in the bedroom for a while too, bending you over the edge of the bed instead; but once he gets more accustomed to intimacy, I think he'll switch to missionary. Call it vanilla, but he likes being able to see your face, your expressions really heighten the experience for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn't call it humorous, so much as mocking. He's not laughing with you, he's laughing at you. Pantalone likes humiliating you in little ways, squishing your tear-stained cheeks together and calling you a crybaby, then laughing at you. If you try to tease him back however, he'll brush it off and somehow turn it back onto you. He's mean? Awww, but you like it don't you? Mean perv.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Pantalone strikes me as the sort of man who just. Full body waxes. Not hair to be found on this man. Which is a damn shame cus he's got some of the most beautiful hair I've ever seen, so silky and soft… no he won't stop waxing even if you beg. Sorry sports fans, your hairy man is in another castle.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When Pantalone was younger, (shallow) people weren’t exactly interested in him, now he’s just too busy with work to bother forming a relationship with others, so he's used to transactional sex. He's probably going to remain rather distant for a while; you will have to have a conversation about it for sure. Pantalone will take your criticism into consideration very easily, he wants you both to enjoy your time after all, then change his behavior for you. It's going to be an awkward change at first, and he'll engage in a lot of pillow talk to go over what was good and what needs improvement, but Pantalone will be nothing but agreeable.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Why would he attempt to satisfy himself with his hands when he could just pay for an escort? Truly, Pantalone doesn't see the need and doesn't get horny enough to crank the ol' hog. But I am nothing if not a kind God! So I'll write this for you anyway.

Unlike with sex, Pantalone will not want to mastrubate in his office, it's too vulnerable and he finds it a bit embarrassing. He is definitely the type of guy to take it slowly, slow strokes over his shaft and rubbing his thumb over his tip, then a good squeeze around the base. Pantalone stays quiet most of the time, just barely panting as he touches himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Humiliation: Pantalone loves to feel superior, full stop. As long as you give consent, Pantalone likes to keep you naked in his office, sitting on his desk or the floor like an ornament. His favorite thing to do is keep you bound in a corner, stuffed full of toys for anyone to see, but only him to touch.

Financial domination: He likes being the one with all the money in the relationship. A little part of himself thinks you'll only like him as long as he's rich, so flaunting his wealth to you is a turn on. It's also relieving to him that you're dependent, so that way, you can never leave. Pantalone loves most to dress you up in fineries, then tear it all off in the heat of the moment, just to prove how little those things mean to him.

Mild pet play: dragging you around on a leash is one of Pantalone's greatest pleasures. He likes feeling as if he owns you, calling you pet, giving you orders. Pantalone is definitely the type to buy you a very fancy collar with real jewels on it, then use it as a handle while you fuck. If he's going to have any pet, it'll be a puppy, he's interested in the absolute obedience dogs have.

Submission: Pantalone does not put up with brats, hands down. He desires complete and utter obedience from you in the bedroom, you can either comply or miss out on your dick appointment. Brat taming? In this economy?

Handcuffs: While I don't feel Pantalone likes full body bondage (he likes to feel you struggle against him), he appreciates handcuffs or general hand bondage. It's a good way to yank you around and make sure you don't pull his hair out. His personal favorite is to bind your hands, then make you sit on his lap with your arms around his neck.

Spit: I can't say I have strong reasoning for this, it's just a gut feeling. It's something about spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it that makes the possessive part of him flare up.

Objectification: I mean really, is anyone surprised? This man fully believes he can buy anything, including you. He owns you, and he's not going to act otherwise. Sometimes, if he's had a stressful night, he'll just lube you up and fuck you like a fleshlight, and he's not afraid call you such things either. "Pet", "toy", and "doll" are some of his favorite things to call you.

Orgasm denial/Edging (they go hand in hand for this man): This follows closely with his objectification kink- oh you wanna cum? No, no, no, pet. Fleshlights don't need to cum do they? Ah- they don't talk, either. Watching you squirm and cry for him strokes his ego greatly, and he's not afraid to make you beg.

Dacryphilia: You look. So pretty. When you cry. Your lips trembling, your eyes glittering with tears, eyes and nose reddened, cheeks wet- and at his hand? Even better. Of course, Pantalone cares too much about you to enjoy when you're simply miserable, but when he edges you to tears? Nothing better.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Pantalone is a rather private man, he'll want to stick to his two safe spaces; your bedroom and his office. Of course, the bedroom is your house, but he claims that no one can argue with what he does in the privacy of his own office, especially if someone forgets to knock- not like he'd stop either way. Public bathrooms or secluded alleys are beneath him, while fucking on couches or in showers is just too much of a hassle.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

What Pantalone REALLY wants out of this, is to feel like he owns you. He wants to know that you belong to him, that you are dependent upon him, and that he controls you; it's almost a comfort to him. If Pantalone holds all the control between the two of you, then it is utterly up to him whether you stay or go.

However, Pantalone will spend every waking moment reminding you why you should stay, and this applies to the bedroom as well. He wants to hear you cry out, feel you squirm, watch you cry; a reminder that he is the best man you will ever have.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss. I wouldn't call this particularly controversial, only a bit disappointing for the little pee-pee boys in the crowd (it's me I'm pee-pee boys). He doesn't like much of any kink that creates smell and a mess, it's just too much of a hassle to clean up and isn't worth it to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

For such a greedy man, Pantalone is a giver!!!! He doesn't care for receiving oral- it's fine -but why would he waste his time on fucking your mouth when he can be inside you? He much prefers the reactions he gets from eating you out or sucking you off. Considering this a bonus to the favorite position category, but when giving oral Pantalone has two favorite positions; letting you lay back and grabbing your hips to lift you to his mouth, or placing you on his lap upside down so your knees rest on his shoulders.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Pantalone keeps his pace moderate, focusing on making his thrusts deep and hard instead. He'll grab your waist and roll his hips against yours, aiming for all your sensitive spots with long, deep strokes. Of course, Pantalone's pace becomes a bit erratic when he's closer to cumming, speeding up then slowing to crawl- you know he's really at the edge when he starts pounding you as hard and fast as you can.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No. Sorry guys. Pantalone wants to take his time with you and isn't going to settle for an ultimately dissatisfying quickie, he won't apologize either. Good things come to those who wait, don't they?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If you wanna try something new, Pantalone is happy to agree, most times he won't say no; though he might show hesitation if you ask him to harm you. You'll have to tell him in advance so he can properly research the kink and how to enact the fantasy safely, and even before you have sex he'll probably warn you that he's going to try something new.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

My guy is a one and done kind of man, squirt then skirt if you will. So yeah, unfortunately you're only getting a single round out of Pantalone, but that round can last about as long as you like- and perhaps longer. A session with Pantalone can last from one hour up to three, and he won't let himself cum once until you cum at least twice, so there are no worries of being left unsatisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes! Absolutely! Nipple clamps, a couple bullet vibrators, a wand vibrator, vary sizes of plugs, beads and dildos, an O-ring gag, spreader bars- though he only uses those last two if you're being shy with him. For afab partners he also owns a rosebud vibrator, and for the amabs he owns sounding rods and cock rings. Mostly the toys are for you, but with a bit of encouragement you might be able to coax him into using a few on himself. After a fair bit of experimentation, Pantalone finds himself in favor of wearing a cock ring and nipple clamps while fucking you… you might get him to warm up to a bit of sounding.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If Pantalone isn't a tease, then I don't know who is. He takes great pleasure in riling you up, then denying you sex entirely, not even allowing you to touch yourself; a test of your obedience. God forbid you break his rules and get caught using any toys on yourself- and you will get caught -Pantalone will spend hours punishing you for disobedience. You'll find yourself handcuffed and stuck in spreader bars, the largest dildo of Pantalone's collection stuffed into your hole. Your lover shows no kindness, grabbing the base of the toy and ramming it in and out as fast and hard as he can, but stopping right before you cum and waiting however long it takes for you to calm down. This will go on for hours until you're sobbing, begging for forgiveness and wailing your apologies. So yeah. Pantalone is far from fair.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A few whimpers, mostly panting, maybe grunt here or there; While Pantalone may not be much of a moaner, he certainly is a chatterbox! He'll go on and on with you, muttering praise and degradation, fully expecting a response from you (how unrealistic, sir). He gets even worse when he gets closer to his orgasm; Pantalone's words break up with moans and become less coherent, but he still forces them out as fast as he possibly can, until he's stuttering forward a slew of curses at a near shout. Cutie <3

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The male boob lovers in the crowd are going to like this one- I believe with my entire heart that my double D malewife has sensitive nipples, his left one pierced. They're naturally puffy and pink, and they turn all red and swollen when you play with them. Unfortunately, Pantalone isn't going to give you much of a chance to toy with his chest, so when do you get boob time? One of the few times he subs, that's when. He's not going to argue if you pinch and pull on his nipples in the middle of easing your way inside of him, Pantalone is going to whimper. Enjoy this power, and use it wisely.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

This man is vice president of the pretty penis club (I'll elaborate on the prez in a later post). He sits around 5.7-ish flaccid and an easy 6 when he's hard, a skinny penis haver but it's okay because I love him. He only really has one prominent vein that trails from the underside of his shaft then wraps around to the front side, just beneath his tip. Speaking of his tip!! It's a beautiful shade of pink that reddens when he gets hard, and drips soooo much pre. He's got a slight upward curve and when he's very hard, his dick nearly touches his abdomen.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pantalone has a relatively low sex drive, really only feeling the need for sex every two to three weeks, however! He has no problem going at it more often if you so desire, if anything he likes how dependent upon him you are, please, ask for more.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep?? After sex??? Pantalone could never. If anything, a good session clears his head and calms him down. He's more than likely to grab a lapdesk and do some paperwork while you're dozing off, but if it's really late or you went for a particularly long round he might just read at your side or even talk you to sleep.

That's the end of our showing for today, and as always, thank you for attending!

You can really REALLY smell the favoritism on this one, I'm very very in love with Pantalone and I wanna kith him.

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lonely-vault-boy · 1 year

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Modern Fatui harbingers but it’s just Childe making excuses for why he never brings any friends over for the holidays bc the other harbingers r the worst types of boomer relatives

Featuring:

The Jester “there’s nothing wrong with being gay, but don’t you think it’s a little weird that *all* your friends are homosexuals” Pierro

The Captain “no one is leaving this table until we get along” Capitano

The Doctor “I hacked into the pentagon and now I’m on a watchlist but trust me they’re reptiles” Dottore

Damslette “Arlecchino, you won’t believe what Pantalone said about you. You should confront him” Columbina

The Knave “I INVITED YOU INTO MY HOUSE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME YOU SLIMY WORM” Arlecchino

The Rooster “Childe, you should really eat more! You’re far too skinny” Pulcinella

The Balladeer “are we still getting together for the holidays this year? Guys? Is this the right number” Scaramouche

Marionette “this machine is a 20-in-1 juicer, server, pressure cooker…trust me, this will make cooking way more efficient” Sandrone

(Spoiler: it did not)

The Fair Lady “she’s in our thoughts and prayers” Signora

(She’s not dead, she’s just always fashionably late)

The Regrator “maybe if Dottore put as much effort into our marriage as Sandrone put into her failed cooking device, I’d be willing to sit next to him” Pantalone

(He would not sit down next to Dottore at the table until an enraged Arlecchino threatened him with a fork)

And Childe “I’m gonna eat in my room” Tartaglia

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deathbysnakes · 11 months

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You're sick but you don't want to bother Dottore

Dottore x reader (Romantic)

Warnings:Swearing/Pet names/You and Dottore are married/Omega being weird

Pronouns:He/Him (Dottore and his clones), You/Your (Reader)

1% agnst/ fluff/ crack

Explanation:You're sick but you don't want to bother your beloved husband Dottore, but with Dottores clones swarming around you it gets harder and harder to hide your sickness

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You're walking down one of the hall ways in your house, you're going to the kitchen to get a snack but there's one problem, to get to the kitchen you need to go through the living room, that's where Dottores clones and occasionally Dottore like to hang out when there on break or there's no experiments to experiment on. Dottores clones like to cling onto you and beg for your attention wich will be a problem. You pry that your foot steps will be masked from all the loudness in the living room, your prayers we're ignored. "[Name]!" You could feel a arm wrap around your arm, the clone that was holding onto you was Phi, Phi is...Weird...In a good way, well actually he experiments on people so I suppose he's weird in a bad way. "[Name] do you have any free time?? Will you spend some time with me??" You refrain yourself from talking, if you do your voice would sound stuffy amd it would give away the fact that you're sick. "[Name]? Are you alright?" You have to hold back a sneeze, you've already sneezed a lot today and some of the older clones are catching onto you. "[Name] are you ignoring me???" You desperately think of a way to avoid this situation without acting weird. "Did I do something to upset you...?" You could feel the other clones eyes on you, you can't hold this sneeze in for much longer. "[Name] please tell me what I did to upset you!" You can hear a door opening but you don't bother to see who it is. "[Name] please! I'm sorry for whatever I did!" You can't hold it in anymore. "[Insert sneeze noise]" The whole room goes silent. "Are you alright [Name]? That's the 14th time I've heard you sneeze today." You turn to see who was talking, it was the Original, Dottore. "Ha ha I'm fine..." You dash to the kitchen before Dottore could respond.

You're sitting on a couch in your room reading a book when suddenly, you hear the door to your bedroom open. "[Name]...?" You turn your head to see who it is, it's Dottore. "My love are you sick...?" You sigh and close the book you're reading and place it on the coffee table infront of you. Dottore walks over to you and sits down next to you. "Why didn't you tell me?" You try to avoid eye contact with your husband. "I didn't want to bother you..." Dottore places a hand on your shoulder. "You wouldn't be bothering me." You slightly look at Dottore. "But...Your work is important to you...Right...?" Dottore scoots closer to you. "It is, but is not more important than you. Next time this happens, please tell me." Before you could answer, Dottore scoops you up into his arms and he carries you to your shared bed. "Rest, my dear." Dottore whispers to you as he places you down on the bed. "Now, wait here, I'll be right back." He kisses you on your forehead before leaving the bedroom.

A few seconds pass, and you hear the door opening again, you turn to the sound. "Well, that was fas-" You stop your sentence once you see the man infront of you, it wasn't Dottore, it was Omega. "My dear, I've come to comfort you while you're sick!" Omega walks up to the bed and lays down on it, smiling at you. "Thank you Omega." You respond, you smile softly at Omegas adorable actions. Omega scoots closer to you but then the door opens once again. "Omega what the hell are you doing here?" Omega looks annoyed as he turns to face the person talking to him, of course, it's Dottore. "Get your ass out of here." Even though half of Dottores face is covered, he still looks intimidating when he's angry. Omega wraps his arms around you while still maintaining eye contact with his original. "No." Dottore looks more angry at his response. "I'll deal with you later..." Dottore mumbles under his breath. He walks to the other side of the bed and places down a glass of water on the small table next to the bed. "I need you to sit up for me love." Dottore speaks to you in a sweet tone. You sit up on the bed but Omega still clings onto you. Dottore opens a bottle of pills and takes one out and hands it to you, but as soon as you reach out your hand to take the pill from his hand, Omega snatches it. "What the hell do you think you're doing Omega?!" Dottore yells but Omega still looks unfazed, Omega ignores Dottore and turns to you. "Can you open your mouth so I can put this pill in?" (He thinks he's being romantic, he's not, he's being weird.) Though you're a little confused you oblige and open your mouth. Omega places the pill in your mouth and looks back at Dottore, expecting him to hand him the water, Dottore bears his teeth more but hands Omega the water, Omega hands you the water and you take it and drink it, Omega takes the glass out of your hands and he hands it back to Dottore, Dottore places the glass back on the small table while maintaining eye contact with Omega. Dottore lays down on the bed with you and Omega and also wraps his arms around you, Omega looks pissed off at this but doesn't do anything, these two are staring daggers into eachother and you just want to sleep. You sigh and lean back into the bed and close your eyes, Dottore and Omega will start arguing at some point and you just want to get shut eye before that happens.

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themissinghand · 7 months

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Genshin Impact: Queen's Guard Dog [2]

Part 1!

Summary: In which you are Tsaritsa’s closest retainer and servant, the one who is at the Queen’s beck and call.

You are Brighella, the Queen’s Guard Dog.

Or, the Harbingers treat you a bit differently, and you take advantage of that.

Pairing: La Signora, Scaramouche, Sandrone, Pierro, Tsaritsa x GN! Reader

Note: Part 2 and final part of this series, I won’t do other Harbingers since I don’t really know how to write them. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 is slightly darker than part 1 in terms of themes, but nothing too serious.

Warning: Mentions of violence and toxic behaviors.

★・・・・・・★

To Signora, you are a sharp sword, a trusted ally on missions in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

You've pledged your loyalty to the Tsaritsa, and with your streak of successful missions, there is no one to doubt your abilities.

Sometimes, there's a hint of playful teasing in your voice when you approach Signora, where you jest about treating her as you would to Her Majesty.

“My lady.”

When you bow before her presence, or when you knelt before her very feet, the power she feels is tantalizing, but who is she to deny?

Your offer, dangerous yet tempting, is nothing but a little gambit. It's clear that your loyalty runs deep, even if it means taking drastic actions to please Her Majesty.

Signora have heard the times where you were much violent and malicious, but even now the shadow of your past still lingers.

On her first and only mission with you, it was a moonless night.

You and Signora embarked on a covert mission together, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. Your destination was a den of conspirators who dared to defy Her Majesty Tsaritsa’s rule.

As you infiltrated their hideout, your sharp senses and honed skills ensured that you moved with deadly precision.

In the midst of this operation, Signora observed your ruthlessness firsthand.

“Why hello there.”

A snap, followed by screams.

Those who disobeyed Her Majesty's orders were met with swift and uncompromising justice. Your actions were as cold as the steel of your blade, leaving no room for mercy when it came to protecting the interests of the Crown.

Signora, who had witnessed countless battles and covert operations, couldn't help but be both impressed and slightly unnerved by your unwavering dedication. She saw the depths of your loyalty, the lengths to which you would go to safeguard Her Majesty's reign.

As you and Signora emerged from the shadows, victorious in your mission, there was a palpable tension in the air.

You had a gentle smile on your face, as if you were on a leisurely walk. There were no stains of red on you, maintaining your professionalism and elegance.

“Dear Lady, I hope I haven’t disgusted you with my actions.” You pull out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood by her lips.

You leaned close until Signora pushed you aside while rolling her eyes.

But you were unfazed by Signora’s action, for you think they are cute and quite adorable.

Like a cat who likes to scratch.

A successful mission as always, and just like usual, you fade away in the shadows to be by Her Majesty’s side.

Signora couldn't help but ponder the dangerous duality of your character—a loyal and deadly weapon in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

How frightening it would be if you were a double-edged sword.

To Scaramouche, you are a mask.

A mask that hides your true self.

A mask that you can put on others.

You play a unique role in his life, akin to that of a father figure.

You take care of him exceptionally well, providing support and guidance when needed. From the moment he joined, you were an inspiration, a listener, and a trainer.

Yet, Scaramouche knows your care is driven by pity. After all, he has told you many things (even when you told him nothing).

So what?

“My dear Balladeer.”

When he calls for you, you answer.

The Balladeer wears this knowledge with a smug demeanor, as if your special attention validates his worth.

“I would never betray you.”

The little head pats and the little nods. The cheeky little smile and the gifts he received.

“Happy birthday my little Balladeer.”

“Let this day be your birthday.”

With your special attention, it felt like a drug, something to keep him content in this dirty world.

You possess the remarkable ability to shapeshift into the very people he's encountered in his life, indulging in his elaborate fantasies.

“I’ll kill you!” Scaramouche cackled as tears flowed down his face, as a sword plunge deep into the Lord of Electro, Bal’s chest.

Blood spilled, but his laughter subsided.

Seeing Bal’s dead body brought so much pain but so much relief.

You brought him close to you in an intimate hug.

“Good job, my little Balladeer.”

Together, you both create a fake reality, one that you both know is built on falsehoods and pretense. It's a charade that you willingly participate in, if only for a fleeting moment.

A mask is easily put on, as it is easily taken off, you play this game of pull and push well.

But Scaramouche doesn’t mind, for he is too far in with this drug of yours.

But an illusion will forever be fake, and just like this relationship, it will never be real.

To Sandrone, you are a rose.

Something so beautiful yet deadly.

As the annual tradition went, Brighella entered Sandrone’s sanctuary of automatons, a place where gears and mechanisms whirred harmoniously, creating a symphony of mechanical marvels.

“My dear Sandrone. It’s that time of year again.”

“Brighella.”

Sandrone greeted you with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, for she had a unique fascination with you.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Sandrone smiled, her gaze locked onto you.

"You never change. I wish my automatons could be as pretty as you."

Her words were flattering, and as you stood there, she couldn't resist the urge to touch your face and body.

“You say that every time.” You responded and leaned forward to indulge her.

Her fingers moved with a delicate curiosity, as if seeking to understand the secrets of your agelessness.

From your eyes, to your nose and lips, she gently traced them with her hand.

With a sly smile, you decided to play along.

You took a delicate necklace from your pocket, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you carefully tied it around Sandrone’s neck. As your fingers brushed against her skin, you leaned in closer, your lips almost touching her ear.

"Shall we take this elsewhere?" You whispered, your voice carrying a hint of playful suggestion.

Sandrone’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing within her.

But how could she dare covet something that belongs to the Crown?

“Your Highness, I wouldn’t dare.” She says, though her hands drop to your neck, slowly tracing your collarbone as if she was a sly snake.

“A shame.”

You pull back with a cat-like smile, and she showed a face of frustration for a moment before dissipating.

“Now, shall we get to work?” You extend a hand, and she accepts it greedily.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

If only you could be her marionette, how nice would it be?

To Pierro, you are a candle.

“Do you seek revenge?”

A light burning so bright in his life.

Khaenri'ah.

Pierro remembers Brighella as a mysterious figure, yet a figure of power and privilege.

The Immortal, is what people called (worshipped) you as, and Pierro never understood why.

Until he saw the Immortal go against the Gods.

An indescribable, impossible scene of the battle of immortals.

But you fell from grace, as if the heavens were not by your side.

That was the last he saw you.

His light flickered and died.

At least that was what he thought.

In those tumultuous days, where he thought it was the end, you extended a hand to him, a hand filled with promise and a hint of mischief.

“The Immortal? But you perished?!”

With a wave of your hand in front of your face, you changed your appearance from a fallen warrior to a clean butler’s appearance.

“‘I’ have perished. But who says ‘I’ cannot be reborn?”

Brighella smiled, a smile that held secrets and intentions known to no one.

“My name is Brighella, won’t you come with me and defy fate?”

It was an offer of partnership, an invitation for Pierro to seek revenge together.

Who was he to deny?

Pierro, brave and determined, took that hand without hesitation. Pierro had never regretted that decision.

You two had a transactional relationship, a give and take as you will.

It may seem distant, but to the both of you, it was enough to get work done.

Time connects the two of you like a thread, and even if Pierro wishes to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

Because he was like a moth to a flame.

You who shined so brightly, and him who would protect your light. Taking on your tasks in secret and ensuring you have the best of everything.

Over the years, your paths diverged, and Pierro went through profound changes. Life molded Pierro into someone unrecognizable from the man Pierro once was.

Yet, you remained unchanged. Time seemed to have no hold over you.

You was the constant in Pierro's ever-evolving world, a mysterious figure who transcended the years.

Perhaps that was your role, to be the remnant of the past.

A reminder of their purpose and their reason.

And Pierro didn’t want that to change. Ever.

To Tsaritsa, you were like a mirror.

A mirror that revealed who she truly was beneath the crown and the title.

One who had traversed the world and learned of the dirty secrets just as she did.

“You called for me, Your Majesty?”

Tsaritsa saw not just followers but molds, reflections of a world that had shaped her reign.

Tsaritsa sat on top of her throne with elegance, her expression as cold as ice.

“Brighella, report to me on the Harbingers.”

You smile, one of professionalism and acknowledgement.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Out of all of her subordinates, you who have stayed by her side since eternity, are the only one she ‘trusts’ the most.

You were her shadow, her sword, her ever-vigilant guard dog, and no one else could lay claim to what was rightfully hers.

Not even the other Archons could dare to lay your hands on you.

“Your Majesty, may I?”

Tsaritsa returned a nod, and you quickly ascended the steps to her stone and knelt by her feet.

You glanced up, admiring the cold beauty of your master before lowering your eyes to her feet.

Tsaritsa never understood why, perhaps it was your shrewd nature or your hidden desire. Or was it your pursuit for power?

Even now, she could not fully comprehend your heart.

However, she has your loyalty.

Your loyalty was a pledge sealed with unwavering dedication. That was all Tsaritsa required of you.

A gesture that transcended words, you kissed her feet as a symbol of your eternal bond, a testament to the power of their connection in a world where power was everything.

“Your Majesty, I am your guard dog. Use me as you see fit.”

You smiled so brightly, only with her, as she is the only one that can understand you.

“I’ll bring the world down to your feet.”

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primofate · 2 years

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Brainrot ever since that Harbingers trailer dropped.

Reader as the Fatui Harbinger’s own personal tailor, because let’s face it, someone made those badass clothes and winter fits on them, they didn’t just magically appear outta nowhere.

So there’s lil ole you recruited to be their tailor, you used to help around in your mother’s textile shop but got increasingly busy when the Fatui constantly called on you to take measurements and design everything: their combat clothes, their winter coats, their formal attires.

Oh boy and what a chaotic event it is on measurement day, they’re all just at each other’s throats and you’re always wondering how no one has killed each other yet. You’re pretty diligent with your work and somehow most of them had taken a liking towards you.

Every measurement day they all have their own complaints and qualms. Dottore is the one who chuckles and apologizes if his measurements have changed again, apparently he might have been eating too much. That’s a lie cause he’s still fit as ever. Arlecchino always threatens you not to tell anyone about her measurements, she acts like she doesn’t care about those kinds of things but she secretly does. Tartaglia is just a menace, you’re a 100% sure he’s flexing his muscles every time you wrap the measurement tape around his arm.

They were such a weird and messy bunch, it’s like a whole group of people who had nothing in common were thrown into a room.

Other than that, they had weird ways to seek you out as well. Dottore comes to you for the smallest of tears in his shirts, and you know that he himself is capable of stitching it up but for some reason he comes to you. Sometimes Pantalone visits your mom’s shop and jokes about buying the whole place, and asking how much it would be to hire you as HIS personal tailor, so that he wouldn’t have to share with the other Harbingers, apparently. You’re starting to think Tartaglia loves getting into fights because the moment his attire is slashed or ripped apart he bundles it up in his arms in search for you with a big wide smile on his face stating “I ruined my combat clothes again!” Sandrone likes getting your advice on what fabric would be good for her dresses, and Arlecchino listens from afar, yet again pretending not to care about trivial things like these.

They become wildly protective of you, and if anyone dares to even hurt a hair on you, they can expect the wrath of the Harbingers upon them.

They are a handful, and your life has been far from quiet ever since.

#i dont even know if i got their names and genders right forgive me #just brainrot certainly not canon #fatui harbingers #fatui #genshin impact #genshin impact fatui #fatui brainrot #fatui headcanons #genshin impact brainrot

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major-nasya · 10 months

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New masks~

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jerrysankusblog · 1 year

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The youngest & orangest son of the family 🍊✨

reference joke:

A carrot

#原神 #genshin comic #genshin impact #childe #childe tartagalia #tartaglia #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #dottore #columbina #arlecchino #capitano #genshin impact pierro #Pantalone #genshin pulcinella #genshin sandrone #fatuifamily

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sgcairo · 1 year

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While I do want Dottolone to be toxic and horrifying until the end of the world, I also want them to treat each other extremely well because they have the resources to do so. Yes, Pantalone treats Dottore like his precious treasure and dresses him in the finest fabrics and jewels (despite Dottore fighting against him like mad), and yes, he gives Dottore intense massages to get all the knots out of his back from his horrible posture. Vice versa, Dottore gives Pantalone plenty of remedies to help with his aches, and yes, he does offer Pantalone better eyes so he can finally see without those elegant glasses of his. And when he breaks said glasses by accident, he fashions a new pair with his own hands, made from reinforced metal and glass that won't break so easily. Who knew Dottore was a bit of an artisan?

They hate each other's guts, but they're useful to each other, so a begrudging agreement to care for each other has been reached. Which both may have taken to far with their pining.

#il dottore #dottore #pantalone #fatui harbingers #dottolone #pantorre #fatui headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons

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luciddreamingcrow · 1 year

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"The Tsaritsas Painter"

Sumery: After the reader being exiled from their former art school the Tsaritsa takes a great interest in them becoming their painter for a eternity

Btw im sorry if there will be any spelling mistakes, since english isnt my first language!

Genere: Fluff, bit occ or occ in general, first impresions and how they realized they like you/how the relationship stars,light angst in la signoras part!

Characters included: Pantalone, Sandrone, Dottore, La Signora, Tartaglia.

Prologe

Reader was onese a respected art student and was considered one of the best in the region, heavenly praised for their talent and unique way of painting, executing and representing the final products message but after studying about the heavenly principles in Sumerus Academia they realized that the principles that they were made to follow and submit to were flawed and corrupt, resulting in them to represent that belief into their drawings and quote on quote ruining the art schools reputation resulting them getting banned from the art school that they studied in because on their controversial views of the heavenly principles and how they were against them, later on these "rumors" spread to Snezhnaya, wich lead to reader being commissioned by the Tsaritsa herself, not to create more of those paintings that brought nothing but chaos, but portraits, more specificly for the harbingers, knowing that because of their similar believes, they'll get along just fine.

Pantalone

First impressions/meeting:

Pantalone was the first one to getting his portrait because he didn't need to move around as much as the other harbingers, spending more time on filling in documents in the fatuis headquarters, the first time he saw reader it was when they were at their studio, tiding up the plase before he had to pose for his portrait and he was really happy to meet the troublemaking artist and in his nature he teased them about it, making pointless remarks just to start a convo with them (of course not having the intention to insult them, rather to start a convo with them about their interst, where they are from ect, just to get them more comfortable and let loose) By the end of the first section the two of you would have small talk while you paint, creating a nice comfortable environment for the bought of you.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

Tbh it started of small, from caching you making small doodles of him during "important meetings" and of course teasingly commenting about it later, to admireing you working on his portrait, by the time you started to run out of supplies he would buy new ones for you with twice the quality, leaving small pouches with "a tiny bit" of mora alongside with a note saying to buy yourself something nice （^__^ ) and sometimes he would let you relax into his office when commissions and painting gets you overworked. It would be one of those days where you were burned out and while Pantalone was comforting you with his soothing voice, he let his confession slip hopping for his compliments and gifts to mean something more than just him being polite

Sandrone

First impressions/ meeting:

She really didn't have time for anything besides her work, she was always concentrated in the construction of her next machinery and other working on big progects, and having to pose for more than a hour at least onece a day didn't really excited her all that much seeing it as a waste of time and often felt frustration that she couldn't do something more productive, but after some time after getting familiar with your presence and the studio, she didn't held a grudge against you for that long, and she even started looking forward to the next painting section, now seeing it as a opportunity to take a break from her work and started to enjoy your company.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

After the portrait was done, she yearned your presence even though at first Sandrone did everything to ignore it but atlas she found herself in your studio more oftentimes than she would like to admit, and after some time she would invite you over in her office so she can do something productive while still enjoying your company, she would ask you to review some of her beta designs on some of the machinery she worked on, asking what you liked, disliked, what would you change because to her you are the artist and have a better understanding on what looks more appealing. Sometimes you would be the one working on some of the beta designs and after they were done she would name them after you and that was a way of her saying that she genuinely likes you.

Dotore

First impressions/meeting:

Similar to Pantalone he was really excited to meet you, and whats a better way to introduce himself by showing off his office and all the questionable experiments hes working on, of course even though he wouldn't experiment on you (even if he wanted too) he still would be making jokes of you being his next patient to experiment on, but whenever he would pose for the portrait Dottore would admire the other creations on your studio genuinely interested whast the meaning and story behind them letting you ramble about them for hours on end.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

He would send one or two of his clones to "borrow" some of your works in progres so whenever you would look out for them he would claim that he knows here they are, but he would tell you only give them to you, only if you accompany him from some time and that time being around a hour or so, or he would drag you to a meeting that he doesn't really feel like going so he can watch you draw on your sketchbook. Whenever he would have to go to a expedition Dottore always makes sure to buy exclusive vases, items, statues for them to be drawn by you, though sometimes he wishes if he could be the center of your new masterpieces.

La signora

First impressions:

Amused but impressed to say the leased, she would suddenly look and admire the way your hands flew acros the paper, sketching whenever you were uninterested in a meeting and it became a habit of hers to make sure you were sitting besides her so she could watch you draw, and always kept a loving and gentle look despite her judgmental personality.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

The time she would realize that she saw you more than just entertainment its when you'd give her a small but genuine compliment while you were making her portrait, and for context she knows that she looks good but having someone say it with a sense of honesty and genuine intend, just made her heart warm, but also this sensation made her dizzy, she felt like she was drowning but in the best way possible, and from this day on Signora chased that rush you gave her, always wanting just a little more. And by that she frequently took you to walks on forbidden parts of Snezhnaya for you to take inspection, took you to expensive dinners to discuss "fatui related plans", etc. Before she had to go to Inazuma Signora gave you a gift, a companion, more specifically a fire moth made by her own hands to keep you company and she made a promise that shell come back as soon as possible. You realized that she was lying when the moth that she gave you, one day became nothing but dust.

Tartalia

First impressions/ meeting:

To be honest, similar to Sandrone, hes not that hyped about it since he travels a lot it would be more tiering to have another person with him but Childe didn't dare to exprese it, because he didn't want to make you fell uncomfortable or unwanted. Of course he wound be the one that decidet on a schedule that would be comfortable for the bought of you.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

You two of you would spend time mostly in Liyue because of his packed schedule , and when he had free time he would insist to get you to dinner cuz " You most likely have been eating the same cheap food sience you joined that art school of yours and I might as well get you something good while you are here with me^^". Tbh at that moment you felt SO blessed cuz he was so damn right, in your first dinner together you mostly talked about surface level things because he wanted to let you eat in pease after not having a proper meal for ages. For the rest of the "dinners" he took you in, you mostly sketched and practiced his facial features for the portrait while he talked about adventures that he had with his siblings, latter on, you would most likely start commenting on some of his features that you havent noticed until that moment, and like the first time you casualy compliment him, he was in shock because hes so used to him being complented for his strength and battle skills basically hes being complimented for being a weapon for others to use, but when you complimented HIM and not hes capabilities, he felt his heart skipping a beat while hes face started going red, and from that moment on he doesn't think that you being alongside his isn't that bad after all.

A/n: OMG Ive had this fanfinc in my notes for SO LONG, because I wanted to write abb all of the harbingers in one go, but I eventually burned myself out so yeaaaah, if yall want a part two just tell me, tbh Im glad that I had the urge to finnish this in 1 am cuz Im so tierd of seeing this fanfic in my notes, but I love it so much omg, also Im having the time of my life learning 3d modeling in blender and crying over it in 5am 😎

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 1 year

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Our little fox:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: inside the winter palace

Chapter 7:inside the winter palace

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10: inside the winter palace

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30 / Chapter 30b

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37 / 37b

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

#genshin impact fic #genshin x male reader #fatui headcanons #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #fatui fanfic #fatui harbingers

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mercuriart · 7 months

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still going with my goal to redesign the fatui because i can't stop fixating on them but also holy shit do i not enjoy drawing their original designs.

today: scaramouche, because it annoys me to no end that he looks like a teenager when he's THE most 21 years old character in all of genshin. also why is he in shorts. what is the reason.

extra (preliminary/design exploration) sketches + bonus headcanons below the cut

he consciously hid the balljointed... joints... while trying to live with the humans, back then. stopped making the effort right after it all went wrong. they used to be purple (due to being made by the electro archon), now they're a faint blue/lilac.

the hat is meant to obscure his identity. i don't give a fuck why it's there in the canon design. he uses it to hide.

#genshin impact #fatui headcanons #genshin redesign #genshin fanart #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #not adding anything more i had to look at his official art for like two minutes and am now angry again WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A CHILD #anyway i literally did this entire design to draw some extremely silly stuff lmao #art tag #clipstudio paint #digital art

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cryslut · 9 months

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~ Yandere Dottore x Reader - No Escape

Content warnings - Yandere themes, kidnapping, laced beverage

i don't show off my fanfics a lot but i do hope u enjoy this one. i don't condone this type of behavior at all. n stay safe ♥︎

requests for fanfics are open so send them in if u would like

He was someone who messed with things a lot. He studied and studied hard throughout high school up until college. He wanted to be a doctor.

He felt as if his emotion wasn't really there. The only thing he cared about was himself, he was downright selfish and everyone knew it. He only cared about his dream job.

He didn't want to become a doctor because it was to help others. No, he wanted to become one because he knew he was going to see blood, part of him wanted to make sure any procedures and surgeries went completely wrong.

Because part of him didn't care. He wanted to see others suffer. The thrill of hurting and murdering others is the only thing he felt any pride or happiness for.

Other than that, he was completely numb. Until one day, a girl finally decided to join the college that he went to. She had her own interests and things she liked. Once he laid his eyes on her, he felt something completely different.

Something he never felt before, butterflies in his stomach, his heart felt like it flew right out of his chest, he finally felt.. emotion for someone. He didn't know if it was love, or a miracle.

All he knew was that if this was how he felt for her. He would hold onto her for dear life and make her his. She belonged to him, and she didn't have a choice.

He stalked her as much as he could. Finding out her secrets, her likes and dislikes, her name, her birthday, every little detail possible, he learned it.

He was apart of a chemistry class, he learned about chemicals left and right, combinations and what they could do. He conjured up a liquid that he could put into a drink of hers to make her very sleepy.

He was in a few classes with her. It was the last period and everyone was preparing to leave to go do their own things. The girl he loved and adored was only preparing to go back to her dorm alone while her roommate was out doing their own thing.

While she and the other students were nice and distracted and most of them were gone along with the instructor, he opens the vile and spills a little into her bottle, the liquid going down the straw into the drink.

He pretended like he was doing something. She was still putting her belongings away while writing further notes down. He admired her for her hard work and determination in the class.

She finally put the stuff away into her bag and took a drink out of her bottle quenching her thirst. She put her hand on her head feeling a little drowsy. And then as soon as she falls.

He grabs her, "I got you, don't worry, darling," He says softly with an evil grin plastered on his face.

⋄⊱ Your POV ⊰⋄

My eyes slowly flutter open. Feeling something tight around my wrists, I struggle. I look around seeing i'm in a bedroom, Im laying on a soft bed but my ankles and wrists are tied to the ends of each side.

I struggle more until someone opens the door, "Oh, you're awake, I've been waiting for you to wake up," He says smiling.

I recognized him, he's my classmate, Dottore. But why? Why does he have me like this?

I try to speak but realize my mouth is duct taped shut, "Oh, you wanna speak, dear, well if I remove the tape, you have to promise you won't scream," He says softly.

I nod my head in agreement. He then grabs the tape and rips it off slowly, making it barely hurting that much.

"There, what did you want to say?" His eyes looked like they were filled with lust, I speak out softly and quietly, "Why am I here?"

"Because your mine, all mine.. mine, mine mine mine mine," He starts to laugh, "Now that I have you here with me, I just want to say, I love you so much."

"I-I-I'm yours..?" I question. His eyes filled with something no one has ever seen as much on his face. He looked upset, "Yes, you're mine, and if you have a problem with that then-"

I cut him off, "I don't, I love you too, Dottore," I say to him. His eyes brightened and a smile grew on his face.

"Hearing that fills my heart with joy, I'm so glad, I've been waiting for this moment for so long, ever since I saw you," He smiles.

I struggle in the rope trying to signal it's uncomfortable, "Want me to untie this for you?" He asks softly. Getting close to my face, his lips almost touching mine.

His hand starts roaming from beside my hand and touching my skin going down to my chest, "Y-Yes," I say softly, "Please," He smiles at me untying the ropes from my wrists then to my ankles.

I sit up on the bed, watching his every move. Afraid of what he might do, I need to get out of here. I need to go get help.

He paced back and forth and then he sits down, "Where are we at, Dottore?" I ask.

"A house that I was able to buy, it's in the middle of nowhere practically. It's quite big, it's a nice house though," He says sighing and then grinning at me.

"I suppose you didn't bring any clothes of mine with you?" I ask him.

"No, I didn't think about it, but you can use a shirt of mine, it'll look like a dress on you," I nod my head in agreement to the idea.

Anything to bide me time. I just need to figure out a way to get out of here.

"Is it okay if I go shower? I just feel gross after school you know?" I ask politely. He nods his head, "Of course, I'll get one of my shirts for you to wear when you get out.

"Okay, thank you," I smile softly at him.

He gets up and walks over to a closet in the room, he slides a door open and grabs out a white collared shirt. It looked like something professional. It looked like it would cover a lot. He hands it to me and I grab it from him.

"I shouldn't be too long," I say to him, "Oh dear Y/N, the bathroom is down the hall to your left," I nod my head at him and then exit going in the direction he told me. I looked around slightly and found the stairs.

The front door is right down the steps. I can see it but would he hear me? I put the shirt on the counter and then exit the bathroom silently, closing the bathroom door to make it seem like I'm in there. I then tip toe down the stairs silently and softly.

I walk towards the door and grab a hold of the handle opening it up, "Where do you think your going?" I hear a stern voice behind me and then I get grabbed. Arms wrapped around me and a hand over my mouth. I struggle to get out of his embrace.

"Thought I warned you, didn't I," He says, his voice completely cold and void of any emotion. I then bite his hand and he lets go of me. I made a run for it.

Going through a corridor, and turning lefts and rights randomly. I can hear him behind me. I start to lose focus and trip over something.

I try to get up but get kicked to the ground, I wince in pain, "You were suppose to be a good girl and listen to me, but you didn't, now you're gonna have to pay the consequences," He says.

"O-Ow, pl-please, don't," I say trying to crawl away but I feel a shoe press down on my back.

He then grabs me by the arms picking me up and swinging me over his back. I fight and struggle back but he has no reaction and doesn't seem to care. He makes his way around the house going downstairs.

I hear hard metal clinking together. Then he takes my wrist wrapping something cold around it, I look over to see a chain and then struggle more.

He takes my other wrist wrapped the chain around it too. I struggle more and more but to no avail it doesn't work.

"I'll keep you here until you can learn to behave properly," His voice cold and stern echoes slightly through the basement.

I don't know how long I'll be stuck here for but I need to escape eventually. I need to build my trust up with him again. I don't know how easy that'll be.

All I know for certain is, I'll be down here for a while.

#genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #dottore #yandere #yandere dottore #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #x reader #fanfic #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact

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