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mothmanperson · 2 years

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||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

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cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

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sgcairo · 2 years

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My Dearest Darling (Irnes/Fatui!Reader Part One)

Alright you gremlins, gather around! I had to dig this out of the depths of my drafts and give it a much needed makeover, but here we are. Note that reader is gender neutral, and this is completely SFW. For those who don't know who Irnes is, this, that, and here will explain all you need to know! For all you existing Irnes smoochers out there (@ardensforest I'm looking at you), enjoy!

First Meeting

Irnes is well known around the palace. And as one of the many agents roaming the halls on the orders of the Harbingers or Her Majesty, it's only natural that you eventually encounter him, but you didn't expect it to be like this. He runs straight into you by accident, clearly in a hurry, and ends up knocking you both to the floor. Logically, it should've probably given you a pretty nasty bruise, but you're also an agent that's endured dozens of beatings in sparring matches with your superiors. It's really nothing, in comparison to the bruises that the sheer brute force of the Captain has given you in the past, but you weren't expecting to be slammed into full force by a lanky and oddly heavy clone.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! Are you alright?"

He gets off you quickly and helps you up, dusting off your uniform. You don't even realize what's happening at first, he's that fast, but once he's standing in front of you and turning your chin to make sure your pretty face isn't hurt- Well, you can't help but blush a little. He's clearly one of the Doctor's clones, but he's not cackling at the top of his lungs nor setting anything on fire, which is... unusual. You don't have the heart to ask his name, only muttering a little thanks as he limps around you, brushing off your coat and muttering to himself while checking that you aren't hurt.

"Good, you aren't hurt. Once more, I'm terribly sorry for all this! I must go, however, forgive me моя красота!"

He quickly kisses your hand, bowing his head in sincere apology, before turning on his heel and bolting, leaving you in a stunned silence. You're almost tempted to follow him out of curiosity, but you don't, looking down at your hand with a little blush. What a strange man... He even called you beautiful after only looking at you for a second.

"Weird."

Misunderstandings

After that day, you keep seeing him around the palace. A passing glimpse of his pale blue hair, the echo of his voice or laughter down a nearby hall. But you don't get the chance to see or talk to him again, no matter how hard you try. He's always too fast, darting away before you can stop him. It's frustrating, to the point that some of your friends within the ranks have started laughing at your pouting face when you get back to the barracks. You just want to talk, how hard is that to achieve! Very hard, apparently.

Weeks of trying to track him down pass, and it finally happens, much to your relief. He looks surprised to see you, but you aren't falling for it again, and immediately pull him to the side before he can escape.

"You've been avoiding me, haven't you?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused at your antics. The other clones he was with are now investigating to see why he was pulled aside by an agent of lower rank, but you don't care, grabbing him by the lapels and pulling him down to your level.

"Every time I try to talk to you, you're gone. Care to explain?"

"There's not much to explain, моя красота! I swear I have not seen you since, and if you wish to repay me for hurting you, slap me now! On the left side, please, that's the only one I can feel it on..."

What. Why is he blushing, and even leaning down a little for you to get a clear shot? Is he crazy?! (The answer is yes, obviously)

"Excuse me, what?"

"What."

"I'm not going to slap you. And I'm not mad."

"Oh. I see! Oh dear, I must apologize-"

"Just... shut up."

"Yes, sir!"

So that was awkward. But you got your talk, and Irnes assures you that he didn't even notice you (ouch) and very clearly asks your name. You give it to him, who are you to say no? It's not even your real name, anyhow, you're just a meager agent with nothing to your name. Sure, you have a family, but they aren't exactly well off. Besides, no one of a high position has really asked your name before, so who are you to say no?

"A lovely name, моя красота!"

"Then why are you still calling me that?"

"Oh! Because you're beautiful?"

"...Not really."

"Ha! No, you are beautiful! I may not be able to see under that mask of yours, but if what I can see is anything to go by... You are quite lovely."

This cheeky bastard. You can see the little smile on his face, but it doesn't sound like he's sucking up to you or lying... Hm. He's probably just flattering you, right?

"Well, I hate to leave again моя красота, but I do have a mission to complete. It was a pleasure meeting you formally!"

He bends down and kisses your hand a second time, winking subtly as he lets go, walking past with a little awkward bounce to his step. While the start of your... whatever this is might have been a little awkward, it seems to be going well now.

Friendship?

The next few months are... interesting. You see him occasionally, and eventually learn his name: Irnes. No last name, no title. Just Irnes. Which makes it easier on you, but he calls you "sir" instead of the other way around, which is odd. After asking him about it, he just shrugs with that pointy smile, clearly messing with you. You whack his shoulder in retribution.

You think you're getting closer, at the very least. He seems to like you, occasionally walking up behind you and grabbing your shoulders, scaring the living daylights out of you. You, of course, get him back by pulling on the long strands of hair around his face, which he's all too happy to oblige. He starts hanging around you more, and very clearly ignoring his duties just to poke and tease you. He's much taller than you, always getting you with short jokes and apologizing profusely when you pretend to ignore him.

You find that he spends a lot of time in the clone barracks and library, whenever he has free time. He can often be found sitting in the window overlooking the Piazza, surrounded by cushions and books. He invites you to sit whenever you appear, offering the seat at his side as he shows you his work with ruin creatures. He never really let go of his fascination with them, you realize, and he sometimes mentions working with them in the past.

"I wish I could go back... Liyue really was beautiful, you know. The shoal especially."

You don't ask what he was doing in Liyue beyond working with ruin creatures, but it couldn't have been anything good. That's fine though, you've done plenty of bad things yourself. Maybe not out of your own volition, but orders are orders, especially when you want to keep your head. You don't tell your mother the details of your work for a reason, only that you guard the Harbingers. She would have a heart attack if she knew the truth.

Plus One

At one point, he invites you to be his plus one to some sort of high society party. You decline regretfully, but only because you've never done well with aristocrats, much less greedy old men like the ones you're bound to encounter there. Besides, you don't have any kind of jewelry or clothes that would be fitting of such a high class event. You'd only embarrass him, being dressed in the old embroidered outfit your mother gave you, with little roses and leaves stitched into the blue fabric. It's old, to the point that it would look almost ratty. You can't go out in that, it would humiliate him. He seems a little bummed, but he respects your decision, which is arguably the part that hurts the most. He clearly wants you to go, but he doesn't do anything to pressure you, which you're all too familiar with, being an agent bending to a Harbinger's every whim.

But he misunderstands the reason. He thinks it's because you don't want to be seen with him in that way:

"It doesn't have to be anything romantic, if that's what worries you! I assure you, it's purely a business banquet. I just... feel quite silly, going by myself."

That makes you feel even worse for saying no. He doesn't hold it against you, though. In fact, he welcomes you back when you visit him in the library during your break, showing you the new design he thought up. He practically pulls you into his lap, showing you every little intricacy of his ruin creatures, explaining each part in terms you would understand. It's as if nothing happened, yet you still feel guilty for turning him down.

Overthinking

The first time he recognizes you officially as friends, you don't feel satisfied. For some weird reason, it doesn't feel right. He calls you his "dear friend", but you feel as if it's not enough. You also feel horrible for wanting to be his dearest friend, you've seen how he acts with those he trusts more than you. Is it so wrong to want that? You don't dare say anything, you don't want to ruin this tentative friendship you both have.

You find out he has a child. Well, not his, but there's a little clone following him around everywhere like a lost puppy, and you're shocked when he introduces the child as his "child". Oh. Maybe you've been reading this all wrong. Does he have someone already, or maybe had someone before? He's not wearing mourning clothes, but maybe it was a long time ago. That's probably why he called you his dear friend, right? You start to overthink it, thinking that maybe he's been toying with you, manipulating you. There's something he wants from you, isn't there? He's just trying to get into your mind, to use you for his own ends. Your superior warned you about this, and you so foolishly fell for it.

"What's wrong, моя красота? You look upset."

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it's bringing out that wrinkle between your brows!"

Oh great, now he's making fun of you. You resist the urge to pull away as he smooths his thumb over the wrinkle between your eyebrows, smiling serenely. Why does he make it so hard to resist? Are you just a fool, or is he just too good at playing you?

"However, his father will have my head if I linger, so I guess you'll just have to tell me later!"

Oh. You feel stupid all the sudden. You don't deserve him, do you? Overthinking every little thing... He must think you foolish.

The Past

The next time you see him, it's back in the library, swaying lopsidedly to the music from a record player, the black disk spinning and horn like attachment blaring some slow jazz, the room full of candles as he stands by a bookshelf. There's a book in his hand, undoubtedly about ruin creatures, and it's weirdly peaceful. In the warm light of the candles, you can see the scar along the right side of his face and neck more clearly, jagged and rough against his clear skin. It looks deep, to the point that you wonder what caused it. But you don't dare intrude.

"Come sit, dear. I don't bite."

He chuckles, but it's half hearted. He moves to sit down, but winces and struggles a bit, lowering himself into the chair slowly and shakily, only using one arm to stabilize himself. The other rests on the table, but it doesn't do anything to help as he plops down in the chair with a huff of annoyance, grabbing his right leg and pulling it into a more comfortable position with his free arm. He notices you watching him, but doesn't poke fun for once.

"Are you okay?"

He seems surprised that you'd ask, but chuckles regardless. What's so funny? He's clearly in pain, you've seen that face on dozens of senior agents when their old injuries are aching. So why is he playing it off?

"I'm fine, dear. My body doesn't work like it used to, some days are worse than others."

He says it so easily, as if he didn't almost fall just a moment ago while trying to get into his chair. He doesn't look old enough to say that his body is breaking down either... Maybe he's ill? Or maybe it has to do with those burns...

"Can I ask why?"

"You can. You just might not like the answer."

"What, is it bad?"

"It's not a happy story, dear."

"I've heard plenty of unhappy stories. If you want to tell me... I'll listen."

"I'll hold you to that in the future, then."

He won't tell you, clearly, but you don't push him. You have your own past, things that you aren't proud of. You won't tell anyone about the reason one shoulder clicks when you move it too fast, but this is likely much worse, if he's struggling that much.

"Alright. May I escort you back to your quarters later, then? I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

"That's very kind of you. I'll have to accept, having such a lovely majesty on my arm is hard to resist."

You give him a playful scowl at the "majesty" part, which gets you another one of those chuckles that you love so much. The rest of your evening is spent in relative silence, Irnes seems to be in a somber mood. Once he's finished reading and sketching, he moves to put his books back, but you beat him to it, snatching them right out of his arms with a teasing grin.

"Ah, you really don't have to-"

"Hush, I want to. Besides, you shouldn't push yourself too much. If your body is in pain, you need to listen to it."

Ironic, coming from you, but Irnes doesn't protest. Once you turn around, he's standing, though he's clearly favoring his left leg, offering a hand. You take it, coming in close and letting him grab your bicep, leaving the library and reentering the frozen corridors that surround it. Irnes doesn't keep pace with your normal speed all that well, so you slow down, letting him lead. It's weird, seeing his face without that weirdly wide smile, his frown seemingly being one of either pain or concentration.

Once you arrive at the door, he lets go, hobbling over and glancing back with a small smile.

"Thank you, dear."

"Of course. Make sure you get some good rest, okay?"

He chuckles again, but it seems more genuine this time.

"Alright. Don't worry your little head off, I'll be fine. Good night, dear."

"Good night, Irnes."

A Kiss

Irnes himself can't stop thinking about that night, not for a long while. You were all too kind to him, not to mention that you didn't press with questions, something he greatly appreciates. Yes, he's been fairly infatuated with you since the beginning, but this made it... more. You also don't seem to realize his affections either, always keeping him at arms length. Perhaps he wasn't clear with his goals? He'll have to be quite obvious, then.

A quick letter, penned in his barely legible handwriting arrives over dinner. Your friends whistle and tease you for it, but you ignore them, opening the letter and finding a simple message:

I will be in the Piazza this evening. Please do consider joining me.

You tuck the letter into your pocket and stuff the last of your pelmeni into your mouth, getting chuckles from your squad mates as you get up quickly, rushing to meet him. You don't want him to get too cold, waiting for your arrival, so you practically run from one side of the palace to the other, arriving in the Piazza completely out of breath and sweating. You always did run cold, compared to the cold of Snezhnaya, or so your mother says. Glancing around, you find a familiar figure standing at the top of the stairs in front of the palace, a cane in one hand as he seemingly observes the emerging stars. Huh. It's not snowing tonight...

"Ah, you're here."

"Yeah, sorry for keeping you waiting..."

"Nonsense. I would wait as long as it takes."

Huh. What's that supposed to mean? You don't ask, just move closer to try and figure out what he's looking at, his face tipped towards the few glints of light in the sky.

"I didn't know that it wasn't going to snow tonight."

"My predictions were correct, then. You see, there's a single night a year when Her Majesty's eternal winter moves west, and creates a brief window of clear skies. Only at night, however. I observed it a few years ago, but I didn't know it was recurring until tonight."

"Huh. So the storm moves just enough to see the stars?"

"Precisely. You understand me so well."

Okay, so it's not just that one phrase then. You can't ignore how weird these sentences sound, especially to your worrying brain, which is taking them way too seriously.

"So... That's what you wanted to show me?"

"Among other things. I thought, however, that you would appreciate seeing the stars after some time..."

"I do. Thank you."

"You know, many people think the stars are Celestia's bravest warriors, hung in the sky for all eternity to honor them. If my predictions are correct, the stars are not that at all, but masses of fire in the far distance, moving just as we do across the expanse of space. Marvelous, isn't it?"

"I didn't take you as an astronomer."

"I'm not, dear. I just... enjoy watching them."

"Yeah..."

No more words are exchanged between you two, just a comfortable silence.

"Do you have a vision, dear?"

"Yeah... why do you ask?"

"I see. It's nothing, I was simply thinking. It really does make sense, you're so strong spirited that I can't see it being any other way."

Your heart beats a little faster at that, and you can't help but move closer, until you're a mere whisper away.

"Really? I think I'm rather weak, I'm not sure why I got in the first place..."

"Not at all. You are one of the most stubborn yet kind people I know, dear. If I were an Archon, I would've given you one a hundred times over..."

He's going to be the death of you, saying such nice things. You fall back into a comfortable silence, watching as more stars emerge from the darkness, until the sky is so full of them that you can't believe there would ever be that many great warriors in Celestia to fill them all.

"Thank you for inviting me out here tonight..."

"Of course, dear. I enjoy your company, you know."

"I can tell. Now, shall we go inside? I'm kind of cold..."

"Of course! Come with me, I'll have Sergei make you a pot of tea..."

But before you can go inside, he stops you, a firm hand landing on your shoulder.

"Irnes...?"

He seems to be just staring at your face, his expression unreadable. You don't pull away, but you give him a confused look, waiting for him to make some sort of move-

Then he takes your hand, placing a clear and deliberate kiss on it.

You almost faint right then and there, staring at him with a shocked expression. You try to speak, to put your thoughts in some sort of understandable order, but nothing comes out except a stream of unintelligible stutters, his small smile making your ears heat up even more.

"Let's go inside, dear. You look faint."

That cheeky bastard.

Festival of Love

Eventually, the deep winter season settles of Snezhnaya, and Her Majesty's festival of love has started. It spreads like wildfire through the barracks, gossip and bragging filling the air as your comrades talk about their wives or husbands back home, or even their unrequited crushes that they plan to rectify during the festival. It leaves you thinking... Who are you going to take to the festival this year? You're known within your squadron to always attend, despite not having anyone to go with you, it's one of your favorite holidays. A week of traditional music, lights, and good alcohol, what wasn't there to love?

Originally you were going to ask him. You bought flowers, a rare commodity in the eternal winter that surrounded Snezhnaya, ones that glowed a soft amber and red, paying half your allowance for the month just for the finest quality you could find. You wouldn't be able to replace your boots with holes in them, but it was worth it to see the expression of joy on his face. But something stopped you... What if he didn't think of you that way? What if he was just overly affectionate?

Your squadmates encouraged you to do it. What could go wrong, they said. The worst he can do is say no, right?

That's how you ended up in front of the Doctor's laboratory, awkwardly holding a glowing bouquet, tapping your foot as you wait for your knock to be answered.

That's when the door swings open, and you chicken out. You don't even bother to stick around and see who opened the door, you just bolt, vanishing down the hall in a split second, cheeks aflame and heart racing.

"Irnesss... Your guard dog stopped by!"

Shit. You have to get out of here. Turning the corner quickly, you run until you're panting in the middle of the Piazza, hiding the flowers in your coat quickly, rushing past the bustling agents and nobles with a thoroughly red face. This was a stupid idea... What are you doing?

Once you get back to the barracks, you place the flowers back in the cup that you'd been keeping them in, making sure they were getting enough water. Another day, another failure. Ugh, why can't you just-

"A letter from Lord Irnes."

You turn and find a palace servant in the doorway, holding out a hastily scribbled note. You take it, thanking her quickly and unfolding it before she's even walked away, scouring the letter like it's personally offended you.

My dear,

I wish to invite you to the Piazza this evening. I have a little surprise for you! Please do join me, if you're so inclined. I cannot promise stars this time, but I have something so much better.

Yours, Irnes

He's going to kill you with embarrassment is your first thought. The second is that you have to show up, your pride demands it. So you prepare to skip dinner, instead training with your weapon and delusion until the sun starts to dip towards the horizon. The second it's out of sight, you rush to the Piazza, the last of the day crowds trickling out and leaving you mostly alone. He's not here yet, but you rush to the place on the stairs where you stood last time, bouncing your foot as you wait. Maybe the clones tattled on you, told him that you stopped by- no, they said it earlier, didn't they? He's probably going to ask you about it-

You're snapped out of your thoughts by his hand landing on your shoulder gently, your back stiffening at the sudden feeling.

"Irnes!"

"Good evening, dear!"

"You seem to be in a good mood..."

"Of course! I'm glad you're here, the first day of the festival starts quite soon!"

"What do you mean, the festival?"

"Oh, right! Forgive me, I got ahead of myself!"

He reaches inside his coat, producing a single blue rose, glowing faintly in the night as he hands it to you, petals silken and unblemished.

"I call it Perpetium! Unfortunately, the term eternia has already been claimed by our beloved Raiden Shogun, so I had to get creative! This rose will never wilt, will never die, for as long as both you and I live! Possibly even longer, my estimations are not exact..."

"...Irnes, I can't accept this."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Because I was going to ask you! I had flowers and everything! You can't just go and steal my idea!"

At your "frustration", Irnes giggles, hiding his grin behind his hand.

"I'm terribly sorry, my dear! I've been a wicked, horrible man!"

Irnes bursts into a fit of giggles at your dirty look, covering his mouth with his hand. You give him a playful whack on the shoulder, but that only makes him laugh harder.

"Was that the- the reason you ran away earlier-"

You flush in embarrassment, hesitantly nodding. That only makes him laugh harder, his shoulders shaking as he wheezes at the thought of you frantically running away earlier.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry my dear! I shouldn't laugh at you-"

You cross your arms and wait for him to stop laughing, knowing full well that it's all in good fun. Though you feel a little embarrassed, especially now that he knows you ran away...

Once he finally stops laughing, he takes a moment to compose himself, turning to you with a red tinted face.

"Forgive me, my dear. You know, I think it's rather cute, don't be so embarrassed. Please do forgive me for laughing..."

"Alright, alright. We should probably head to the festival then, before it gets too late..."

You start to walk away, only to be pulled back gently by Irnes, a wide grin on his face.

"Whoever said we were walking? I have a carriage for a reason, my dear!"

Somehow, despite everything, you manage to flush an even deeper red. You would've been mistaken for a tomato, if you weren't so human shaped. Irnes merely laughs it off, offering his good arm languidly. You take it, and he leads you out of the Piazza, where the lights no longer shine and it's purely dark.

"Not to worry, my dear. I can see perfectly well in the dark with one eye, at the very least. Like a pirate, you know. A pirate with manners, but a pirate nonetheless."

"And very handsome."

"You flatter me, my dear. I'm a scarred and aged man, the only handsome bit of me is what little tit I have left!"

"You're not that old, don't mess with me like that. You don't even look to be in your fifties yet, and that's not even all that old."

"You're right! Though if a scarred and progressively aged man is to your liking... Who am I to say no to you?"

"Exactly."

You climb into the carriage, offering a hand to help him up. Irnes waves it away with a grateful smile, the carriage swaying slightly as he sits down across from you, the warmth inside making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He settles himself with a bit of a struggle, the carriage jerking and swaying as it begins to pull away from the palace, leaving the darkness behind.

Once the carriage finally comes to a stop, you spring out, offering an arm as Irnes gets to his feet. He takes it gratefully, squeezing your bicep lightly as he gets down from the carriage, staggering a little but holding on to you to stabilize himself.

"Ah, the night air is always quite delightful! Shall we walk?"

"Lead the way."

The walk through the main street is slow, Irnes occasionally stopping to let you oggle the goods on display or talk to the many merchants enthusiastically. The smile doesn't leave his face, not for a second, his face lighting up in surprise when you bring him piping hot pirozhki straight out of the oven. The vendors are everywhere, but the main attraction is the memorial square, a statue of Brighella erected in the northern corner, brandishing her sword and decorated in flowers. Candles line the base of the statue in honor of her victories, some alight in the night as happy couples pass in droves.

A slow dance spins in lazy circles around the square, the music subtle and quiet in the peace of the night. Tiny lanterns hang around the square on paper thin strings hung off the edges of buildings, their warm pink glow casting the stone in wide spirals.

"It's beautiful..."

"It really is lovely."

The two of you stand at the edge of the circle, the music continuing to warble through the crowd. You want to ask-

"Shall we dance? I may not keep up well, but you have that... Light in your eyes. You want to dance, correct?"

"...You can't see my eyes."

It's true, you're still wearing your fatui mask from the palace. Irnes merely chuckles, shaking his head.

"I don't need to see your eyes to know that they shine. You're always so... brilliant, I would be a fool to claim that your eyes are not the same!"

You're at a loss for words, once again. Irnes has that affect on you, for whatever reason. Maybe it's because he's so bold, or because he confessed to you not long before this. Either way, you gape at him for a moment before clearing your throat pointedly.

"Thank you. You're... also brilliant, you know. You have a way with words, making even the smallest things seem so beautiful."

Now it's Irnes' turn to stare at you, or at least you think that's what he's doing. He then takes your hand squeezing it tightly.

"Thank you, my dear. I could sing your praises all night, but that will have to wait for later..."

He winks at you, and you instantly turn back into a flustered tomato.

"Let's dance, my dear. I'd hate for you to get cold."

He takes your hand, leading you out into the circle while humming along to the music happily. While one of his hands is occupied with the cane, he puts the other on your waist, letting you lead him in slow circles, swaying slowly in time to the rhythm. The pink light brings out the startling blue of his hair, casting his skin in a rosy hue, his smile soft and lacking in the pointy teeth he so obviously favors.

It's peaceful, having him so close, his breath on your face and hand on your side. You can't help the urge to lean in and kiss him, it feels so right-

"Careful, my dear."

"Hm?"

"Once you take this step, you can't go back."

"Oh, I know. Is it alright with you?"

"It always will be. Kiss me, my dear, before I get impatient."

With that, you move your hands to grip his shoulders, watching his face for a second longer. Oh, how you want to admire it more.

You kiss him gently, feeling how he softens against you. His lips are chapped, rough, but you don't care in that moment, the world closing and setting a single spotlight on the two of you.

When you pull back, you're almost convinced he's going to kiss you again. But alas, he merely watches you, a little grin on his face.

"You're grinning."

"Am I?"

"Yes. Is it because you're happy?"

"Of course! I'm just... glad that I'm not dreaming. It would break my heart to wake up right about now..."

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't dreaming, then."

Another kiss, the music continuing long into the night. You sway gently until you're nearly asleep on your feet. Irnes is so warm, it's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket...

"My dear... You're getting tired. I believe we should return to the palace so you can rest."

"Mmm. Fine."

"Good. Not to worry, I will come find you in the morning. We will discuss everything then."

"Okay..."

The journey back to the carriage is quiet. You're half asleep through most of it, Irnes' arm over your shoulders, escorting you back with a watchful eye. The carriage ride is also quiet, except this time you're leaning against his side, blinking slowly and fading in and out of sleep. Once you arrive back at the palace, he nudges your shoulder, herding you out of the carriage and back towards the palace, not the barracks. Weird. That's not where you live...

There's hushed talking. You don't bother to look up and see who it is, Irnes barely stops to speak with them. Once he's done speaking, he pulls you towards somewhere you've never been before, the door opening and a bunch of blue blurry blobs surrounding you.

The next thing you know, you're laying down and a gentle kiss is planted on your forehead, the bed dipping beside you.

"Goodnight, my love."

That's it! Hope you enjoyed this first part, more to come! Irnes might be sassy, but he also loves you very much.

Toodles!

#irnes #fatui reader #fatui x reader #fatui x gn reader #il dottore's clones #fatui #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #romance

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sh1-n0bu · 7 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 8: size kink/reverse size kink with il capitano from genshin impact

warnings: size kink/reverse size kink, capitano is a human headcannon, he’s just super big, like 7’ tall or smt, handjob, usage of toy

notes: mmmmm big subs<333 proud to say i made a capitano bot whimper and kneel for me

it was an honor to be the lover of someone so famous, respected and well known as il capitano. someone so profound and widely known and feared for both his strength and massive physique.

but it was an even more honor when the big man would crumble under your touch, melting into your kisses and being so open and vulnerable for you. only for you.

he would never say it out loud but there was just something so arousing about seeing your tiny self making him crumble and melt into a puddle in your hands. seeing your smaller hands wrapped around his cock, both working together in gentle motions to bring him pleasure. seeing your smaller hands tweaking and pulling at his nipples, making them harden again. and archons, have mercy on him when he sees you trying to take his massive cock into your mouth. he could cum just from that sight alone.

capitano would never say it but he absolutely adores it when your tiny self dominates him. never would have the warrior thought he would be into it yet here he was. all bare and naked, legs spread out as he tries to muffle the odd sounds that threaten to escape him.

your hand was wrapping around his hardened cock, swiping the pre on his slit and slowly stroking him. even your hand could barely wrap around the girth, fuck. seeing that, the giant man lets out an involuntary groan.

“d-darling…” capitano whimpers, his hand reaching out to cover your hand with his own. it was common for him to whimper out your nicknames and you have gotten accustomed to it all. despite his large frame and imposing figure and cold attitude, he was surprisingly easy to break.

“you don’t… have to do this for me. i can t-take care of myself” he stutters, uncharacteristically. despite being together for long enough now, he would always get embarrassed over letting you take care of him and his arousals.

arousals over the silliest, weirdest things.

seeing you stretch, watching the hem of your shirt ride just a bit up, how your hands would wrap around the hot beverage filled cup to warm your fingertips or even just your scent. the battle hardened warrior was just so damn infatuated with you, it was sickening.

in response you only let out a soft coo. leaning on and placing a kiss to his lips — to which he whimpers again — before pulling back and swatting his hand off of yours.

“it’s alright, my love. i’ll take good care of you like i always do. in fact, i have an idea!” your hand leaves his cock to let the hardened member plop to his stomach, causing the big man to let out a soft groan. he could briefly see you rummage around your bag… until you pulled out a box. now that got him curious.

opening the box, you pulled a small bullet vibrator out. using enough lube on the toy, you hold it to the underside of his tip, causing his legs to weakly buckle. looking up at his face, capitano nods, lips pursed in an unsure manner of what you’re going to do to him.

you start out slow, continuing to fuck his cock into the confines of your fist with the toy still held in your thumb, letting him get used to the feeling. once he seemed to relax enough, you decided to turn the vibrator to the lowest degree.

“oouhm—! w-what? d-darlinggg♡︎?” his response was immediate. hips buckling as his legs shake around your waist, hands trying to find a sense of solace as they settle on the sheets below. never would you have thought to see the giant harbinger moaning and whining softly under you as his legs shake but here you were.

you continue on with your ministrations. still holding the vibrator flush to his cock as you continue to fuck his dick with your tightened hand, the other one rubbing over his girthy mushroom tip. all the while your lover lets out soft moans and confused calls of your name under you.

capitano was confused. what was this thing and how was it making him feel so good? as a soldier who had lived his entire life, devoting himself to the tsaritsa and her orders, capitano never had the time to explore of the physical pleasure. so, this whole was a completely new experience to him.

if that could be easily said by how his legs were shaking, hoping to close it only to end up wrapping around your waist. weakly buckling his hips into the tight grip of your hands, unable to decide if he should fuck himself into your fists or pull away because archons, this newfound pleasure was making him see stars and moans loudly like a maiden.

“da—aahg! aaamgh♡︎… l-love… my love! beloved, i—! aangh! gcck♡︎” unable to help himself or form any words together other than your nicknames, capitano cums all over your hand, soiling your fingers and spilling his loads over you and his stomach.

he can still feel the toy buzzing away at his cock, making him whine from the feeling of overstimulation. whines turn into loud moans again when you shift the toy over to rest on his tip, teasingly rolling it over his slit and off.

“just one more, okay? you did so good, my dear. gimme one more” capitano could briefly hear your voice call out to him, cooing out praises and gentle, loving nicknames through the hazy cotton filled brain of his. all he could do was just nod.

after all, capitano is your doting, willing husband. he’ll do anything to make you happy.

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 5 months

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the SAGAU if only i could hold you through a screen was great :') would you accept doing a g/n one with the harbingers? if thats too many, maybe just childe and arlecchino if thats ok c:

If only I could hold you through a screen | Harbinger addition!

Characters: Childe, Arlecchino, Dottore, Signora

Summary: Self Aware Harbingers watch you cry, not sure what to do or how to help. All of a sudden you drop the line "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts, death, genshin spoilers

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: Thank you so much anon!! I'm so glad you liked it! SO instead of doing all the harbingers I thought of doing the ones that I have been introduced too through the game! Yes I'm including Signora, so that will be during her battle in that one weekly domain gut wrenching 👍Also sorry if this is OOC

CHILDE

You staring at Childe through the character screen was off-putting enough for him. But then with tears streaming down your face? That was when he became deeply concerned for you. There was this anger bubbling inside him, he wanted to take it out on those that made you cry. He wanted nothing more than to be there with you to comfort you.

He started to do his idle where his bow shows up, resisting the urge to shoot something around him. You were hyperventilating, the tears overwhelming your eyes. He hated seeing you like this, he wanted to see your smile again. Your broken voice hit his ears as he put his bow away. He stared at you as you muttered to yourself.

“I wish you were with me…”

Your words shattered his heart. He didn’t think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. And that fact you were so vulnerable in front of him, call him selfish, but he felt so happy that he was the person you could feel like this with. He just watched you cry, plotting the downfall of those that had harmed you. No one would get away with hurting a god such as yourself.

He calmed down as he saw you drift off to sleep. His eyes were dark with rage, as his gaze from your sleeping figure didn’t break. Your screen dimmed due to inactivity, and his body was stiff. There was only one thing in his mind. And that thought passed through his lips as you could slightly hear him in your sleep.

“Dry your tears, you will have a wonderful place here in the Fatui. You will be protected within the Tsaritsa’s care and mine too.”

LA SIGNORA

You were crying as you had the pause menu open. You thought you could handle this fight against Signoria again. You never liked killing her over and over again, it was too much to your already aching head and heart. She realized you had stopped fighting her, and she saw your crying state. Signoria wanted to go easy on you, hoping you’d just finish this already. She didn’t like fighting you, much like how you didn’t like fighting her.

She felt so upset that someone could have this power over you. Signoria couldn’t even think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. She then felt the battle continue, figuring that you decided to push through your sadness. She admired you for the way you would push though. Then the words you screamed out as you continued the fight with her hurt her so much.

“I wish you were with me!

Her anger couldn’t be contained as flames came out of her dress. It was a lot more intense as you tried to beat her. She let you win, however, with one of your best times in her domain. She just hoped it would have made you feel a little better. She saw you exit, feeling so bad as she wished you stayed. She longed for you, and she watched you as you stood outside her domain.

And after you fell asleep, standing outside the domain, AFK she could still see you. She could see your sleeping, tear stained face. It hurt her knowing that not only fighting her made you so sad, but someone outside their world made you sad. She brought a hand up to the window as she just stared at the carrier of your actions. She muttered out to herself, hoping you heard her in your resting state.

“Even in death, I will try my best to protect you, all mighty creator…”

DOTTORE

You had been attached to Dottore ever since he was shown in the manga. He could feel your attachment even before the game released, even before his story in the game was shown. He admired you so much, and he hated that he had to turn everyone in Sumeru against you. His cutscene played, but he was intrigued when he saw you crying. He started to think that you were so hurt by his plot, by how the whole story quest was going.

He wasn’t far away after that cut scene. He stayed around, wanting to make sure you were okay. But he could only hear your sobbing, and he got closer, wanting to comfort you. The more you cried, the more he wanted to see you. The more he wanted you to see him and his comforting gaze, and it hurt him when you stuttered out of your tears.

“I w-wish y-you w-were with m-m-me.”

He found your stuttering crying voice cute, but he wanted to help you so bad. Dottore couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that someone could make you cry. It hurt him when you said that you needed him when he wasn’t there. He wanted so bad to be with you, to comfort you. His mind went to crazy places.

He noticed you were falling asleep, letting the dialogue pause to let you sleep peacefully. He felt honored to see a god like you, fall asleep and be peaceful. He wanted to kill those that made you sad, made you cry like this. His mind was plotting as the screen dimmed. He muttered to himself, not wanting the others around to notice he was there.

“I will do anything to those that make you cry, wire their brains to worship you like the god you are.”

ARLECCHINO

You were so excited to finally see Arlecchino after the trailers and leaks from the community. But you felt so upset during the quest, you couldn’t handle not crying. As you were listening to her dialogue, you were sobbing. Arlecchino’s ears perked up as she heard your sad sobs. It shocked her that you, the all seeing being, could be this vulnerable.

She became more concerned the longer you stayed on her dialogue screen. She had just met you, but she had heard of you through word of mouth, since you were a popular deity that was worshiped all over Teyvat. But seeing you like this for the first time was new. You had trusted her enough, after one interaction, to cry in front of her. Then your soft sad voice spoke up and she was stunned.

“I wish you were with me.”

Her eyes widened when she heard your soft and sad voice say that. She wanted you with her, too, to be worshiped like the god you are. She had always fantasized of all the children of the House of the Hearth meeting you, as they all admired you. She set up a room for you, and she wanted you there more than ever. But there was this rage that someone did this to you, made you this sad.

She sighed as it seemed she would be stuck in this dialogue for a little bit as you fell asleep. She was content, though, seeing you now calm from your previous crying fit. She broke out of her pose to bring her hand to her chin, as she thought to herself. Her gaze was soft as she stared at your sleeping face. She broke the code once more as she spoke off the script.

“I wish I were with you, to wipe away your tears. Once you come here, you will be worshiped by all in the House of the Hearth.”

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Answering to this desperate cry for help

Maaan this was so much fun fr, i hope I made these bad boys justice. Also, didn't know what kind of format I should be using and especially how to repost the original thing, since copying and pasting on the reblog would be absolute hell rip

𝐓𝐖: people biting each other but in an affectionate way, idk lemme know if there's more

𝐅𝐭.: Dottore, Xiao, Childe - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k (in total)

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: 3rd Made in Abyss soundtrack - Kevin Penkin (yes, it's that good, no comment)

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

OHOO he's gonna be so intrigued by this weird habit of yours.

We all know he's not big on social interactions and all -he barely values human life- but when you came into the picture he felt invested in someone for the first time. Hence he observes... Normal people, to learn the basics.

He's smart, a quick learner. Will understand in no time your likes and dislikes, but one day you?? Bite him? Chomp like a feral newborn kitten? Oh, his scholar personality spikes through the roof.

Dottore's never seen anyone bite their partner like you do, it confuses him at first, although he won't say anything and just chuckle. He'd rather observe you and come to his own conclusions before asking.

Was it a one time thing? When, how and where do you like to do it? Is there a deeper meaning, a show of intimacy? Need for attention? Affection?

Yeah he'll treat it like a maths equation, that's how he is.

Some days you'd see him without his mask, leaning particularly close to your face. Other times he'd set his gloves aside and let his digits linger on your cheeks and jaw for every little thing. (He knows he’s difficult to bite because of his clothes)

"Oh Dear, look at your lips, they're chapped/full of crumbs/smeared with any other kind of food/every single excuse he can come up with."

It takes you a bit longer than you would've wanted, but you realise his true intentions eventually. If you feel smug you can just chomp on him randomly and see him lose his mind (he thought he'd figured everything out rip dottore.exe).

I advise against it though, he'd repay the torture tenfold. (aka not cuddle with you even if you ask nicely).

Overall, Dottore finds this habit of yours cute. You're a nice little, innocent thing in his eyes and that just adds to your charm.

Yeah you can be a 1.90m tall menace of a person and he'd still tease you, an arrogant, mean jerk >:(

After some time he starts biting you back (ouch shark teeth), not in a painful way ofc. He's so casual with it, most likely to strike when you least expect it just to see your surprised and/or flustered face.

Or to have you chomping in return, even ;)

I'd say 7.5/10, good chomping partner but will "fight" back.

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

My guy, poor guy.

He's another social inept, we all know why.

He started to learn about human customs after meeting you, and you've helped him out a lot, but he's still so stiff.

He probably gets a heart attack every time you give him a surprise hug. The day you chomp on him his soul leaves his body.

It's not that he's a scaredy cat, physical touch just overwhelms his senses if he's not prepared :((

Asks you to tell him beforehand next time.

But aside from that he doesn't seem to mind. He finds every human custom weird in a way, this one is no exception, and eventually it becomes routine yeah?

I think he's a perfect subject for chomping, with all the exposed skin he has. I mean, look at his shoulders! The urge to sneak up from behind and just CHOMP.

He's got muscles for days too, won't shatter your teeth on his bones. AND HIS CHEEKS- his baby cheeks, they look so soft how can you not bite those.

But yeah, just give him some time and he'll get used to this.

Xiao's not stupid either, he notices right away that you're the only human partaking in this activity, or in public at least. Lowkey feels happy and proud to have you as a partner, you're so special and unique :( <33

At some point he'll want to try it out as well, but he's sooo shy about it and a bit scared he'll hurt you. You gotta make him confess with bone crushing hugs.

When he eventually chomps back he's UGHH so soft with it. For Xiao it's more about the meaning and the bonding experience than the chomp itself.

9/10 if you're fine with doing all the chomping. 8/10 if you want chomps back, but definetly recommended.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

Run. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR CHEEKS' LIFE.

He is THE chomping menace.

Let me tell ya, you're putting your life on the line. It's like a declaration of war and he will not hesitate to respond with all he's got.

We know for a fact that he's always up for a challenge. If you're crazy enough to engage and bite him first, well I hope you have a survival plan for the rest of your life cus he won't stop.

It can and will escalate in a "fight" if you're in a private space (you know the tickle fights where you become a mess of tangled limbs? That.) If you try that in public though? He's gonna look at you like a damn predator.

He'll eat your cheeks once you get home, good luck.

His bites are rough-ish too, unfortunately for you. He’d never hurt you on purpose, and is always careful with his strength, but in the heat of battle he’ll forget; 7 times out of 10 you leave the field with a 32 teeth bite mark.

I think he is more of a cheek guy than anything. They're always available and easy to reach, regardless of your height, and it's also so intimate because who else touches your face? No one, aside from him.

He's the chosen one.

And don't think it will stop at the first time, no no. You've unlocked a new hobby for him. He'll put so much effort in it, it's terrifying.

If you act surprised or flustered well, bonus points in his opinion. Your face is just priceless and will make a habit to make you react that way.

At that point you either fight back or succumb. His soft spots are his stomach (duh, nibble on the exposed skin when he's in his work clothes, I bet he's ticklish), his nape, collarbones and overall the base of his neck.

The rest of his body is still a good chomping surface, but his instincts kick in and his muscles go taut, it's like biting a rock and has no effect on him.

Childe will definitely give you a hard time. It's up to you to take advantage of the right moment and give him a good revenge chomp.

Honestly, he's my fave ever but I'll give him a 5/10 just because of that. Can't even bite the man in peace anymore 🙄

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Too Scared to Let Go(To Lose You)

Characters; Lynette, Navia, Xiao, Scaramouche, Lyney, Kaeya, La Signora x gn Reader

Summary; they wont let go of you, no matter what. They can't protect you from harm when they aren't there, so they hold you close to ensure you're there. they've already lost so much.

Warnings; angst, maybe a little bit yandere,

Notes; i did the obvious like xiao, scara, signora and stuff but if i make a part two ill maybe put someone like barbara or nilou in, but that would just be them having intrusive thoughts... probably. will add diluc and venti there as well dont worry, love you

Lynette

She always thinks that you're going to die at some point, get kidnapped or just straight up leave, these thoughts come up once every week or so. But when your out and about or just working late, her thoughts run faster than ever. Of course she has lyney and the rest of the house, but she's just gotten so used to being with both lyney and you now that it doesnt quite feel the same. So her solution is often to hug you as tight as she can when sleeping, hoping you wont disappear in the morning.

And of course you try and help her as much as you possibly can, reassuring her that you wont leave and that youll find a way to get back to her no matter what happens when out and about, but that sometimes just doesnt cut it.

She doesnt cry often, but when she does its a lot, tears streaming down her face for an hour or two, and even longer if you, Lyney and Freminet aren't there with her.

Navia

She cant let go of you in the morning, it was always like that, but it had gotten so much worse after the loss of her two beloved bodyguards. She often mumbles in her sleep about you and how she wants you to stay. Something along the lines of:

“no… no, don’t go, stay… please!! Just stay with me!”

“please stay… stay with me… where did you go… no, come back, please…”’

“[name]… please stay with me… please… just stay…”

You have to wake her up when it seems like she’s panicking and try your best to comfort her, but sometimes she just doesn’t get any sleep because she wants to make sure you don’t disappear while she is asleep. She is of course the same shining Navia when around other people like the Traveler and Paimon, but everyone can see that she doesn’t want to let go of you at all, fearing you’ll vanish if you leave her line of sight for even just a second, its like you’re glued to her.

If people ever see you, they know for a fact that Navia is also there, no matter what. Oh, you want to go over and wish your friend a happy birthday, well she can carry a gift for them with her so you don’t have to. You wanted to cook something but is missing one singular ingredient, you can you go get it together, don’t worry she isn’t putting back anything for it (she totally is, and has multiple offers and such she should be taking a look at rn).

Xiao

He says he shouldn’t be near you all the time, but doesn’t let go when you make him give in to his desires. He’ll hurt you, and you know that, so why are you still here with him. Wait, no, he isn’t trying to make you go away, please don’t, ever. He just cares about you enough to not want you getting hurt because of his karmic debt, he loves you too much to let that happen. But the thought of you leaving him fills his mind more than the karmic debt at times, he dreads it, the fact that you’ll leave eventually, he doesn’t care if its by choice or fate, just don’t. please, please, please don’t leave, just stay with him, please.

He doesn’t want to let go, but feels he needs to, you tell him its fine yet he feels like it isn’t. it feels like he’s hurting you every second of being with you, yet he doesn’t try to let go, he doesn’t even give the thought a chance. you say you’re fine, yet he feels like you’re not. He

feels like hes hurting you, he’s hurting more because of it. But then why does it hurt more without you, why, oh why. What have you done to him, just what did you do that made him so addicted to you. Swear you’ll never leave him ever, and he will do the same, as long as you’re here with him he swears he wont hurt you, he’ll break the karma in half for you, he’ll do anything. Just don’t leave him, please don’t.

Scaramouche

Everyone would say he’s too cocky, confident, and mean. But that’s all because he doesn’t let them see the vulnerable side of him, the leftovers of Kunikusuhi, the side he only shows to you. He shows you they way he cries at the mere thought you could leave him one day, he sobs in your chest as you comfort him and let him focus and anything but the nightmares haunting his being. He wont ever be like that with anyone that isn’t you, he doesn’t give a shit about them they can do whatever, but you have to stay.

He doesn’t care about all the others as long as you don’t leave him too, he doesn’t care about anything other than you. So please, please don’t leave him, ever, he would watch the world burn over and over again as long as he has you.

If you ever told anyone that the 6th harbinger, scaramouche, cries at night just because you left to go get a glass of water, they would call you crazy, say he’s never cried in his life that you must have seen things. But you know its true, and he does too, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He knows you wont go, you always say you wont, but he just cant let himself to believe you, not when he’s been lied to so many times. He worries too much about you and he knows that, but how could he not, he loves you, and will never let you leave him because you love him too, right?

Lyney

Although he may be the confident, charming and romantic magician Lyney everyday in public, when he finally lets go of the role at home he’s nowhere near that. He cries just because he wanted to see you and he finally did, he worries about not being able to save you someday. He’s a worrywart to say the least

If you were gone for too long, whether on a mission from father or anything else really, he would not be calm at all until you come back. he would only be rather calm after he got a letter from you or in one of his shows where he put too many layers of masks on to hide it. he wants to think that your ok, just as Lynette say you are, you're strong. but he still cant help but worry,and he ends up panicked and stressed, without sleep, too tired to think sbout anything else other than you. dont leave him, he wouldnt survive without you.

That's why you cant leave him. hell lose his mind, and destroy everything around him in the process. he cant let you leave, so please, please don't. his heart is already fragile, it beats only for you now, so don't leave. don't leave. don't... please... please don't, he cant handle that. so, please, don't leave him, ever. stay right here with him, forever.

Kaeya

He doesnt remember his birth parents, he hates them but a little bit, but mostly because they left him, he cant handle thinking about them. and it only made his pain worse when he lost the people he called his family once again, so he cant afford to lose anything else, not when he feels completely at home once again. you are his home now, his family, and his joy. so don't leave or he might lose his mind and start ruining himself from the inside and out.

He loves you, a lot, you're his reason to continue in life. so if he ever sees you leave he would cry, even if all you are doing is leaving his office after giving him his lunch, he would shed a tear at the sight. his heart is fragile ok? He can't bear to lose his life once again, not after his parents left, not after his adoptive family left too.

Don't go, stay, stay right here with him and everything will be fine. i will all be fine, you trust him after all, and he won't let anyone touch you, let alone hurt you. you're safe here with him, don't worry about them, worry about him. you've got him wrapped around your finger without even knowing, you could want a certain sweet from Inazuma and he'll get it as fast as possible. you can get anything you want, ok? The only condition is that you stay right here with him, and only him.

La Signora

She swore she wasn’t going to fall for anyone after her first lover died, so why did she fall for you, how did she fall for you. Honestly you don’t know and she doesn’t either, she doesn’t know how you were able to melt her ice cold heart back to normal, even if only around you and you only, if anyone else is around it freezes back quicker than lightning can strike. She thought she wasn’t able to love again after he died, but you proved her wrong, so you can’t leave too. She cant deal with the death of her lover once again, so don’t leave her, ever.

You hug her in the night as she cries a little, mad at you for leaving her in her dream, but still not mad at you, as her anger is mostly to the world for doing this to her. But don’t worry, she’ll fall asleep eventually as she always does, she does need her beauty sleep after all. But that doesn’t mean she’ll wake up and easily let go again or just get out of bed, she’s stubborn and want you all for herself a little longer. She makes you talk a little as you carefully brush her hair like she taught you to do, and she relaxes a bit when you tell her you love her while kissing her head.

As long as you promise you wont leave her, and keep that promise, she’ll love you forever, she cant bare to see you go out the door even if its just for groceries, someone else can do that don’t worry. Just come and relax with her in a bath, she can wash your hair and you can wash hers. She’ll take care of you like you take care of her, just don’t leave, please. If you ever left her alone for too long she would freak out, she does everything with you, baths, shopping, paperwork even, so she cant bear to be left alone for longer than 30 minutes or she’ll panic. So don’t leave her please, please, please don’t, she’ll even beg for you to not leave her, just stay here with her.

Thank u for reading this, i know this took a long time and I havent posted things these few like weeks I think but I may have writers block(idk why I say it like that) and this was made over like a few months actually heh, luv ya

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uyehara · 1 year

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Pantalone + Dottore x gn Reader NSFW Documentary

When dominant both would be mercilessly rough..however will you feel the difference between their hard thrusting..?

❥Pantalone would fuck your hole with his usual smiley face,brings you to his work or rather fatui meetings because he likes to shamelessly show you off by spreading your hole with his cock-whether it would be in front of his subordinates or in front of his fellow harbingers he doesn't seem to care who's watching both of you,Pantalone likes to dress you up in expensive items from all over the nations of Teyvat while fucking you stupid-and coo's on how your obedient to him and only him.

❥Dottore would fuck your hole while you being spread out on top of his experiment desk and him biting your neck with his razor sharp teeth-sometimes though when he's got somewhere else to be Dottore let's some of his chosen clones to fuck you in his stead with certain rules he strictly told them about-When tired he sometimes just watches you get stuffed by cock by his clones-absolutely loves injecting aphrodisiacs on you,mainly because he just loves it when your needy.

When in submission...

❥Pantalone would be delighted being taken care for once-even if it meant his hands were being tied up on the bed post, I mean-he doesn't mind? your making him feel good

❥Dottore would be slightly upset-never mind he's very angry-especially when you basically placed a muzzle on his mouth as your pleasing him-It was torture by itself that you’d injected him with aphrodisiacs instead of him

Both of them together would be the definition of a nightmare whether your into it or not-well to your hole that is-

❥You find them taunting each other as you feel them both speeding their paces on thrusting onto your poor leaking hole

Aftercare(?!)

❥Pantalone would spoil you a lot after-buying you more outfits, jewelries , food, or anything really that would please the both of you ♥

❥Dottore would be going back to work soon but not immediately-as he gives you one more love bite somewhere- not before he makes sure his clones watch over your overstimulated body♥

#dottore #xreader #fatui x reader #dottore smut #Panttore X Reader #pantalone smut #pantalone #Gn Reader #x female reader #genshin impact smut #x male reader

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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LET ME ADORN YOU !

character: pantalone

genre: smut

warnings: body worship, that one thing where people compare you to a god..? i cant remember what its called ims orru

a/n: i adore the idea of Pantalone adoring us like omfgsjdhehhe (its been a long day so any mistakes pleass ignkre, i may or may not be borderline drunk rn)

"oh, dear." you heard your husbands voice, his tone breathy as you felt his gloved hands glide across your body. "i'd like to touch you, but.." he sighed, eyes meeting yours. "i feel even that would be a sin."

his eyes trail down your body once again. "i've done a lot in my lifetime, all without a second thought, or even no thought at all. however, when it comes to you.." he trails off. "..you; you make me want to stop for a moment. to contemplate my current decision - any next decision concerning you."

pantalone admired you deeply. not only for the fact that you were one of the few to catch his genuine attention, or to even make him stop for a moment, to stop his world from spinning, but also because your body mesmerized him.

almost to the point of obsession.

"i feel a bit odd saying this, almost like it's something dottore would say, but.." he paused for a moment. "..i feel it'd be only right of me to ask permission. to purify myself before doing such a thing - i feel it'd be necessary." he states. "i feel that even my gloves shouldn't be able to touch such a delicate surface such as your skin."

you bring your hands to his face, kissing his forehead softly. moving from his face and down to his hands, you removed his gloves and place his now bare hands ontop of you. "there's not a need for such a thing."

a smile began to etch itself onto pantalones face. a smile you recognized, yet still so vague you couldn't determine the true meaning behind it - was he manic, or was he mad?

"so divine.." he runs his cold hands along your side, kissing your forehead softly. "..such a blessing, you are." he moves down to your cheeks, jawline and collarbone whilst his hands mess with the hems of your waist band of your bottoms.

lightly, he grabs at your thighs, waist and hips. he moves to kiss what seems to be every inch of skin in the surrounding areas. "god, i love you." he'd mumble against your skin. "i adore you.. i adorn every inch of skin on your body, i have a desire to relish in your presence forever, for as long as my heart beats."

occasionally biting, he'd move to your chest and lick at your nipples for a moment before continuing his small kisses against your plush skin. "so perfect, so delicious.." he kisses your lips, eyes fluttering closed as he does so.

"a god must've sculpted you.." he tells you, moving toward your ears, whispering in a honey smooth voice. "and instead of being a bit selfish with you, unlike myself, he decided to gift me with you." he nibbles on the cartilage lightly. "..and i'm glad he did."

his fingers diligently pull your bottoms down all together while his lips dance with yours, a groan coming from his mouth when he feels even more of your warmth that was hidden under your clothes.

"goodness, darling." he almost pouts. "tell me, why haven't i began taking your clothes off quicker.."

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musings-of-miss-j · 2 months

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no rest for the wicked (nor the foolish)

part six: in which you wrangle out information about the doctor's segments, discover a library and obtain the favour of its obscenely wealthy resident

a harbingers x gn reader series!! (includes dottore, childe, arlecchino and pantalone x reader. the rest of the harbingers will most likely not be romantic interests)

notes: is the burn even burning. slow burn, gn neutral reader who is occasionally referred to as 'miss', smart-ass reader with just a sprinkle of social anxiety and a healthy dose of skepticism

warnings: blood and organs. are we even surprised at this point

series masterlist

as always, let me know if you find any pronoun slips!! oh, and friendly reminder that reblogs help circulate my work much better than likes <3

word count: 4628 words

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“They are not clones,” he replied dismissively. “Have you nothing to say to explain yourself?”

“In that case, how precisely do you define them?” You prodded, all anxiety at your lateness forgotten in the face of this engrossing new mystery. “I’m assuming you created them. How, if not by cloning?”

The Doctor crossed his arms and stared you down. You gazed back up at him, resolute and unmoving in your curiosity. You looked different today, he noted; you apparently still hadn’t found your cloak judging from the fact you were wearing Childe’s, damn him,and the shadows under your eyes were more pronounced than usual. He frowned behind his mask. Had you not gotten enough sleep? Perhaps he shouldn’t have kept you in the lab so late; after all, sleep deprivation would make you more prone to committing foolish blunders in the vicinity of his precious experiments. He couldn’t have that.

“My segments are none of your concern,” he said with an air of finality.

“Doctor, as your apprentice, am I not entitled to having any questions outside my realm of expertise answered by you?”

Oh, you devious thing.

With a dismissive wave of his gloved hand, the Doctor swept past you towards the reflux apparatus he set up the night before.

“Provide an acceptable excuse for your tardiness, and perhaps then I’ll be more accommodating.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, unsurprised by his persistent give-and-take mentality, and made your way to your array of petri dishes. Under different conditions, the fungi growing within them developed a multitude of characteristics; under direct sunlight, tendrils of green plantlife snaked through the mycelium, when submerged in water the fungi formed tiny yet distinctive fins, and many other such phenomena.

“I had an encounter with Lady Eight and Lord Eleven after the lab session.”

“One that lasted well past midnight?” He asked, stealing glances at you as he set up the next step of his current experiment.

“Yes,” you confirmed with a disdainful roll of your eyes. “Hence my lack of punctuality. I had to entertain guests.”

Outrage flared in Dottore’s chest. How dare they intrude upon you at such an inopportune time? Of course, he conveniently dismissed the fact that he was the one who kept you so late in the first place; as far as he was concerned, he was entitled to your company. You were his apprentice, after all.

“Understandable enough,” he conceded.

You shot him a look. “Well? Your… segments? What are they, precisely?”

He muttered something unintelligible before responding. “Iterations of myself at various ages.”

“I counted seven of them. Are there any more? What purpose does their existence serve? How did you create them?”

“You’re terribly inquisitive today, dear student,” he drawled, holding a test tube to the light and swirling the contents. You frowned. Did he intend to leave your questions unanswered? You really were awfully curious. “Count yourself lucky that I’m in fine spirits today.”

Visibly brightening, you rested your chin in your hands and your elbows on the workbench as you waited for him to go on. You never did seem to notice that he was always in a good mood whenever it came to you and your ceaseless inquiries.

“You counted correctly, there are indeed only seven of them,” he began, preparing a solution for the day’s work with the various test tubes in front of him. “I created them using techniques similar to those utilised in ancient ruin guards, but imbedded with my consciousness and the ideals I held at different phases of my life. This allows me to approach any problem from multiple perspectives, and prevents me from becoming restricted to familiar cognitive patterns.”

You hummed thoughtfully, brow furrowed as you mulled over his answer.

“But how did you ensure that the segment’s outlooks are exactly the same as the ones you used to have? Does your current personality not create some sort of bias and alter the way in which you view your… past self?”

The Doctor nodded his approval; you were asking the right questions.

“I am not heralded as a genius for nothing,” came his amused reply.

“That is a wholly unsatisfactory answer,” you grumbled, but let it slide. “Why haven’t I seen them before now?”

He elected to ignore that.

You managed to wriggle out of the Doctor’s snide remarks that you were getting lazy and make your way to the dining hall on time, for once. A restock was absolutely necessary; you’d run out of food in your dorm, and considering the sizeable journey you had to make to reach the dining hall it was a much easier endeavour to just hoard quick meals like an animal going into hibernation. Besides, you didn’t want to leave Arlie waiting, either. While you still didn’t know what kind of power she held, nor to what extent it would affect you, you were far from excited to have her demonstrate that power if you somehow managed to displease her. Even the Doctor, Childe and Signora appeared more manageable; at the very least, you knew exactly how they could make your life miserable if they wished, while Arlie was shrouded in mystery save for her dizzying, razor-sharp grace. Her special brand of courtesy felt like it would leave you scarred and bleeding out if you didn’t watch your step; a knife’s edge you had to dance around and an irresistible enigma for someone as relentlessly inquisitive as you.

After loading up a plate and sliding one of the chefs a tidy stack of mora to have packaged meals sent to your dorm, you slid into the seat across from Arlie at the table by the window you were somehow consistently lucky enough to snag (luck had nothing to do with it, really. She made damn sure no one else would sit there). Clearly she’d arrived some time ago, judging from the empty pot of coffee in front of her, and she offered you a nod of acknowledgment as you sat down. After your first meeting, she’d abandoned the purple robes that had were meant to serve the purpose of disguising her as an electro cicin mage, and now whenever you saw her she donned sleek, finely-tailored suits. You couldn’t say they didn’t look marvellous on her.

“I was expecting to see you at dinner, not this early.”

“The doctor was an in amicable mood,” you replied, buttering your roll and slathering on a layer of too-sweet jam. Mona had perfected both the art of astrology and jams; you missed her and the flawlessly balanced confections she’d make during the rare instances she had the mora to spare.

“Why are you staring at that bread roll as though it made you an orphan before your very eyes?” Arlie’s silky voice took on a bemused edge, snapping you out of your reverie. You were more than a little surprised by her question; you liked to think of yourself as somewhat difficult to read. Perhaps you were, but nothing escaped her searching gaze.

“I was just ruminating over my research.” It no longer unsettled you how smoothly the lie flowed from your tongue.

Annoyance spiked in her chest. Inconceivable, that you would entertain any thoughts that didn’t involve her. You smiled slightly. “And your ever-cryptic identity.”

She shook her head, laughing quietly. The previous frustration quickly dissipated. “Cheeky, aren’t you?”

“Tastefully curious,” you corrected with a laugh of your own.

“It’s hardly as if you’re the most comprehensible of people, either.”

You grinned. “I’m inclined to disagree, Arlie. Why, I’m an open book!”

“I’m having trouble translating your pages, then.”

“Linguistics isn’t your area of expertise, I take it?” You teased, lifting your fork to your lips. Casual conversation with Arlie felt less like balancing on a tightrope over a clearing swarming with tigers and more like finding that one of the tigers was actually quite civil and pleasant company, if you overlooked the teeth and claws and minded your manners.

“I’ll gladly learn if it means understanding you better.” Her silver-tongued reply and suave smile had you blushing and taking a moment to collect yourself.

“And you have the unprecedented confidence to call me cheeky,” you quipped.

Savouring the lapse in your composure, she replied bracingly. “Being timid doesn’t get you anywhere. Listen. Request forms will be issued later today. Make sure to submit yours before midnight.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Ah, I see. To restock any necessities we might have exhausted, yes?”

“Precisely.”

Fantastic. You needed a new turtleneck sweater after the eventful dissection with the Doctor left if bloodstained beyond repair.

“I assume the Regrator is the one responsible for overseeing such matters?”

She frowned behind her mask. Just what did he have to do with anything? Why would you bring him into the conversation? Or anyone, for that matter? “Yes, that’s right.”

You shot her a puzzled glance at the sudden frigidity in her voice. Maybe she held a grudge against him, you reasoned; it was entirely possible that she was one of his higher-ranking subordinates. Or maybe she was a Harbinger who held contempt for one of her colleagues.

“The palace truly is a self-sustaining community,” you remarked. “Do soldiers and recruits ever leave for anything besides missions?”

“No. Snezhnaya is far from a forgiving place, and there’s safety to be had between these walls.”

So the Fatui were effectively isolated from the rest of Snezhnayan society, then. You vaguely remembered from an introductory politics lecture that such physical separation between civilians and the ruling body could easily cause unrest and eventually conflict, tearing the nation apart. Oh, well. Hopefully your diploma would be complete long before that happened.

With food in your stomach and the usual vague wonderings about Arlie in your head, you returned to the lab.

“Oh, good,” Dottore remarked without looking up from organ modification he was performing. He insisted that it was enhancement, optimisation, and you firmly maintained that it was nothing but needless meddling. “You’ve finally returned. Come here and help me locate the damned tricuspid valve.”

“Surely you’re not so old that your eyesight is failing, doctor?” You asked, removing your leather gloves in favour of the horrible yellow plasticky pair. With a contemplative hum, you leaned over the countertop to survey the bleeding heart (ha, ha) more closely. Remarkable, really, how precise the Doctor’s incisions were; even you had to swallow your pride and admit that he truly was the best of the best, the epitome of perfection so highly sought after by any academic. Noting the blood dripping onto the floor, you winced. Perfection tampered by a thorough indifference to anything that wasn’t his research would be a more accurate description. You batted away his hands and took the scalpel the two of you were always fighting over, making a clean cut through the right atrium and gently peeling away the torn muscle until you could see the flimsy tissue you were looking for.

“There’s your valve,” you said, handing him back the scalpel with no small measure of reluctance. The rules dictated that he’d get to use it for the rest of the day since he got it first, after all.

He ran his bloodied thumb along the edge of his mask before going back to poking delicately at the tissue. You grimaced, watching the white leather of his mask stain crimson where he touched it.

“Flawless,” he murmured.

“Yes, quite,” you agreed, surveying the heart over his shoulder. It had clearly been removed by someone exceptionally skilled, every slice through the tender flesh perfectly made.

Ironically, Dottore was referring to your work. And you, in general.

You left the lab tired but satisfied. The day’s experiment had involved lifting several heavy mechanical components; ruin guard’s remains, to be precise. To your eternal chagrin the Doctor hadn’t struggled in the slightest, although you knew for a fact his sleep schedule was deplorable and he so rarely ate anything at all; in fact, you’d made a habit of discreetly leaving plates of food around the lab for him. A dish of vegetable stir fry you’d made in a sleep-deprived haze when your stomach rumbled loud enough to wake you and most likely every one of the castle’s inhabitants, a bowl of fruit, an exquisite chocolate mousse Anya had whipped up for you, and other such snacks scattered throughout the lab far away from any dangerous chemicals. Not that you’d admit to bringing them for him, much like how he’d deny having eaten any. What a strange, prideful pair the two of you made.

Your (well. Childe’s) coat snagged on something as you walked back to the dorm, yanking you back and forcing an obscene curse from your mouth. You crouched to inspect the source, and to your surprise found it to be the edge of a door that was left cracked. It would’ve been invisible if it were closed, and hooking your fingers into the narrow gap and pulling yielded no results. The door didn’t budge. Intrigued, you knelt fully to inspect the wedge; upon running your fingers up and down the seam you discovered a series of tiny, circular indents in the wood.

“Eureka,” you whispered softly. A similar mechanism could be found in several other places in the palace after careful inspection, and to your amusement they all required the same pattern to unlock. Terrible security. You tapped the indents in the order you’d long since memorised, and allowed a tiny, smug smile to overtake your lips when the door swung dutifully open. You slipped inside. The sheer height of hundreds of rows of bookshelves made itself known, and you let out a tiny ‘oh’ of astonishment. A library. The most beautiful one you’d ever stepped foot in, at that; even the House of Daena with its towering arches and marble couldn’t compare to the soft, weathered charm of this place, all hand-woven rugs and big windows framed by velvet curtains, plush armchairs and an array of tasteful stationery littered across every surface, cream paper and deeply coloured quills and ebony ink. You stood frozen in the doorway, taking it all in. If only you’d discovered this place long ago. A quick inspection of the books on the shelves revealed a myriad of genres and topics, even a few analyses bound in leather of subjects you’d itched to study but couldn’t because they were forbidden by the Akademiya. You glanced furtively around. Silent as the grave. Before you could lose your nerve, you quickly began pulling tomes from the shelves and stowing them in your leather satchel; surely no one would complain if you borrowed a few until the next time you could visit this miraculous place. Looking back, you were appalled by your own bravado.

“Oh? And what have we here?”

You froze, a book on the intricacies of destroying Visions halfway in your satchel. Oh, curses.

“Nothing but a curious student, sir,” you replied as smoothly as you could, turning to face the owner of the voice: a well-groomed man dressed entirely in black, from his raven hair to the shimmering jewels studded on the high collar of his shirt. Nauseatingly wealthy, that much was obvious from the fineness of the fur he wore and what seemed to be a diamond ring on his finger. The part of your brain that wasn’t panicking at being caught wondered if he’d let you test whether it was real or not; a simple and visually pleasing procedure to determine the refractive index was all it would take.

The stranger picked at his gloves, watching you over the rim of a rather excellent pair of glasses (you could tell from the set of the lenses in the frames; seamless as the door you’d unlocked to get into the library.)

“Really, now? A thirst for knowledge is all that drove you here, then?”

You swallowed nervously. Just how would you get yourself out of this predicament?

“The door was ajar, and I couldn’t help but wonder what might be inside.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“And how did you manage to open the door all the way?”

You bit back the smug smile that was threatening to appear. Best to downplay yourself so as not to seem too clever; a man this rich would obviously be powerful too, and nothing good could come of revealing your assets to him.

“I don’t know, sir,” you replied, injecting as much cluelessness into your voice as you could. “I just pulled it open. My apologies for intruding, it wasn’t my intention.”

“That would be believable if I were just a touch more foolish. Unfortunately for you, I’m not convinced by your innocent act.” He smiled. “At all.”

Rich and intelligent. What a bothersome combination.

“I suppose my only defence is that I was unaware this was a private library,” you conceded, re-shelving the tome. The wistful look in your eyes as you did so was quite amusing, he thought.

“And how do you plan on earning my forgiveness?”

“What are my options?” You countered without missing a beat.

Hm. Not bad, he thought approvingly.

“Why not introduce yourself? I’d quite like to know the name of the thief who knows how to break into a library I thought impenetrable.”

You cleared your throat, embarrassed, and fidgeted discreetly with your gloves.

“I wouldn’t call myself a thief, sir. I fully intended on returning these once I had read them,” you protested, then gave him your name. “I’m an apprentice of the Doctor’s.”

Subtle realisation dawned on the man’s face.

“Oh, I see. The infamous ‘Trixy,’ no?”

“That… is indeed the nickname Lord Eleven insists on calling me by.” You were going to kill him, you really were.

He smiled. “I thought Dottore was exaggerating when he referred to you as ‘overly cunning.’ It looks like I was wrong.”

You frowned slightly at the casual use of the Doctor’s name. Archons. Just my luck, being caught nicking books from a Harbinger’s library.

“I am the Regrator.” Reaching towards you, he took hold of your hand and kissed the back of it. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, sir- my lord,” you replied, flustered by his greeting and your mistake. “Truly an honour. Allow me to once again extend my apologies for imposing myself on your property.”

“Not to worry, one apology was quite enough,” he replied with another smile. How quickly he changed his tune; a moment ago you were quite worried he’d do much worse than throw you out, but now he was all class and geniality. These two-faced Harbingers really would be the death of you, forcing you to switch between subtle defensiveness and gracefully accepting compliments.

“I’ll see myself out,” you said, breaking the impending silence. “Thank you for your hospitality, my lord.”

“No, no. Stay, I insist. In fact…” He took hold of your shoulders and steered you towards the fireplace, nudging you into a chair. “Why not take a seat? If my memory serves, today you’re to receive the requests forms, is that right?”

He grinned, satisfied, when you nodded in confirmation.

“Lovely. Tell me what it is you were going to have brought to the palace, and I’ll ensure its timely delivery.”

Your eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch.

“And what do you gain from providing me this assistance?”

“Your favour,” he replied promptly, so matter-of-fact that you thought you’d misheard. Well. If he was going to take the first shot and be such a flatterer, then you could certainly play along.

“Why, you’ve already gained it by extending your cordiality,” you said, lifting a gloved hand to your mouth to hide the grin threatening to overtake your features.

Regrator laughed, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other. The flickering glow of the fireplace threw the planes of his face into sharp relief, all razor-sharp angles that could cut through diamond. Unsettled, you took to pulling at the fingertips of your gloves for a moment’s respite from his eerie black gaze, glinting like the surface of a bottomless lake at night. Maybe, just maybe, masks were preferable.

“You’re something of a smooth talker,” he remarked. “Perhaps I’ve met my match.”

“I couldn’t hope to live up to your articulacy, my lord, though I’m flattered.”

“Don’t be so humble. I understand that you’re quite the genius in your own field, no?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Whatever gave you such an impression?”

“It��s not often Dottore goes larking about others’ intelligence,” he replied with equal amusement, watching the swirling clouds of snow outside the stained glass window. Now that caught you by surprise. Surely the Doctor, legend of the Akademiya and one of the arrogant men you ever had the displeasure of meeting, wouldn’t bestow you with such praise.

“I’m clever enough to get by,” you settled on saying, fingers itching to check your pocket watch. It had to be late, but the Regrator imposed a strange aura that compelled you to follow what little etiquette you knew of. The moment you realised this, however, you made a point of taking your watch out and checking the time. The only nonsensical rules you would allow to influence your behaviour were those that could eventually be explained; the laws of science.

“Terribly humble,” he murmured, repeating his previous statement with a touch more gratification.

“It never pays to be egotistical without good reason,” you concluded, making to get up. “It’s been a pleasure, my lord”-

“Sit, sit,” he said firmly, cutting you off. “You won’t have time to submit the request form now,” he pointed out. ‘You might as well stay and tell me what it is you need so I can take care of it.”

You cursed softly under your breath. He was right, unfortunately, and you really were in dire need of several necessities. Resignedly, you sat back down. The Regrator’s pleased twitch of his lips didn’t escape your notice; clearly he’d planned this out. Sneak.

“Much obliged,” you muttered, not without a healthy amount of resentment you didn’t bother hiding.

“But of course.”

He stared at you expectantly, that maddeningly unbothered half-smile never budging from his lips. You bit back a sigh. Best get this over with.

“Well, for starters, I need at least seventy grams each of qingxin, violetgrass, mourning flowers and lumidouce bells. Oh, and ten grams of sunsettia seeds. Other than that, one kilogram each of copper, crystal marrow and white iron, and as many chaos devices and spectral husks as you can afford.”

“That sounds similar to Dottore’s usual order, yes,” he mused. “But forgive me for asking… why the sunsettia seeds?”

“Sunsettia trees can be coaxed into growing under very harsh conditions, and I happen to quite like the fruit,” you answered with a shrug.

The half-smile widened just a touch.

“I see. Everything else on your list seems to pertain to laboratory work. Are you certain you won’t require any… more personal items?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Although, the doctor did say you would know why I didn’t receive the standard uniform for Fatui recruits,” you added as an afterthought. He blinked, as if caught by surprise.

“Why, it’s quite simple. You’re not considered a recruit at all.”

You stared unabashedly at him. “What?”

“It’s true,” he continued, toying with the fine silver chain of his glasses. “Your file simply has 'scholar' written as the rank.”

“How ambiguous,” you bit out, dragging a hand down your face. For all their bluster and pomp, you’d decided that the Fatui were a ragtag group of disorderly misfits with no sense of how to run such a large and influential organisation. ‘Rank: Scholar? Seriously? Keqing’s voice in your head pointedly asked if you thought you would me more up to the task of filing accurate records on thousands of people. You mentally grumbled.

“Quite fitting for a mysterious person like you.”

You lifted your head to shoot him an incredulous glance. “Yes, absolutely, my lord,” you muttered sarcastically under your breath. “My every action is so veiled in mystique, I can hardly see a metre in front of me from all the smoke and mirrors.”

The Regrator chuckled quietly.

“Clearly you understand that brevity is the soul of wit.”

“Just bursting with wisecracks, my lord,” you deadpanned. “It’s time I should be going.” Rising from your chair, you cast a longing glance across the library. “…Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for permission to visit your library now and again?”

“Permission granted,” he conceded with a nod and twinkle in his fathomless eyes. “You’d be a welcome guest at any time.”

With a grateful ‘thank you’ and a brief smile, you hurried out of the secret door and back to your dorm.

As far as you were concerned, morning had yet to begin if it was almost noon. The sky was completely clouded over, not a glimpse of the tenuous blue visible through the layers upon layers of cottony white. In your professional opinion, if the sun wasn’t visible then the day hadn’t even started; hence why you were still in bed savouring your only day off of the week.

With a contented sigh, you pulled the blankets up to your chin and settled in a more comfortable positon, the battering of the wind against your window and the distant crowing of ravens forming a lulling symphony. Sleep was just around the corner.

A crash startled you out of your pleasant half-awake reverie, the suddenness of the movement quite effectively acquainting your skull with the wooden headboard. You muttered a string of curses, electing to ignore whoever had the unparalleled audacity to make such a noise and go back to sleep. The intruder wasn’t as agreeable about your plan, unfortunately.

“Rise and shine, Trixy!” An all too familiar voice rang out. You groaned and buried your head beneath the covers. Maybe it was a hallucination that would disappear if you ignored it. Hallucinations weren’t tangible, however, but Childe very much was, judging from how he shook your shoulder and prevented you from slipping back into your slumber. You made a half-hearted attempt to bat his hand away.

“Heavens’ sake, Childe,” you rasped, curling up tighter and willing him to go away. The use of his name rather than a snidely bit out title, or worse still, just his rank, gave him pause. You congratulated yourself on managing to shock him long enough to allow yourself to settle back into the mattress. Not even a moment later you felt a freezing pair of hands grab your ankles and pull.

“H-hey!” You kicked and thrashed, but Childe just laughed and tugged you out of bed. You could’ve sobbed. “What do you want?” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“Awww, it’s almost as if you don’t want me here,” he said with a pout, watching you rub your eyes and push the hair out of your face. You were softer around the edges like this, he thought, hackles lowered slightly and the suspicion in your eyes worn away by sleep.

“You’re slow on the uptake, but know that I’m proud of you for finally coming to a correct conclusion,” you deadpanned. “Now tell me what’s so bloody important that you saw it fit to wake me.”

He grinned brightly. “It’s your day off, isn’t it? I wanted to take you to the city!”

You opened your mouth to snap out a scathing retort that would probably have him leaving the room in a huff, then closed it again. He looked so hopeful, all wide eyes wrinkling at the corners from the wideness of his boyish grin. You wanted to kick yourself for going so soft on him.

“Alright,” you conceded. “Let’s go to the city.”

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Genshin Impact: Queen's Guard Dog [1]

Part 2!

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.

Pairing: Tartaglia, Arlecchino, Pantalone, Il Dottore x GN! Reader

Note: Okay. The Foutaine Trailer though? I simply had to write something for Harbingers.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

To Tartaglia, you are a mysterious shadow.

You weren’t a Harbinger, but your status makes you one, if not higher.

Like a shadow, you appear and disappear with an elegance that matches Her Majesty. But unlike Her Majesty, your heart has not frozen from the truth of the world.

As such, you would appear more human at times.

Which was why Tartaglia would dare to ever approach you when he first became a Harbinger, and actively seek you out whenever he could.

He wanted to fight against you, but he never had the opportunity.

Yet, who knew he would be the one approached by you.

“Brighella. It’s been a while.”

“Brighella, how have you been?” You smiled in response and nodded in acknowledgement.

“La Signora, Tartaglia. Her Majesty has bestowed me your mission.” Your voice was quite relaxed, almost sing-song as you pulled out a scroll.

In an instant, Tartaglia and Signora knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, your were Her Majesty’s proxy and your words should be treated as if they came from Her Majesty herself.

“Go to Liyue, and take Morax’s Gnosis.”

“We will obey your order!” They both chorused and stood up. You nod in approval before the scroll evaporates in midair.

“Good. That is all.” La Signora immediately left without looking back at all. Typical.

“Brighella.” Tartaglia called out, making the Guard Dog perk up.

“Care for a spar? Help me warm up before I fight Morax.” He proposed, watching you with his challenging eyes.

Slowly, a dangerous smirk rose to your face, making him excited too.

But to his disappointment, you quickly returned to your composure.

“Perhaps when you rise in rank, dear youngest.” You reached out with one hand and ruffled his hair.

Tartaglia widens his eyes in surprise, but he takes full advantage of it by leaning forward and enjoying the attention from such a high entity like yourself.

“Then, I look forward to your success.” Before you left, he had grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

To Arlecchino, you are a deceptive actor.

You are a shapeshifter, one that could be adapted to whatever the needs of the scenario might be, to any circumstance or play.

The world is your stage, and with each performance, you unveil a new face, assuming countless aliases to deceive those around you. You don’t discriminate in who you fool, so long as it brings joy to you.

But Arlecchino could see through your intricate web of deception, and easily pinpoint you in the crowd. While others may fall prey to your cruel manipulations, she remains untangled, resistant to your deceptive allure.

“Brighella, stop with your disgusting act.” She says with her stoic expression, but you know she’s hiding her amusement.

“Then why do you clap? Dear Arlecchino?”

In a world of illusions and falsehoods, Arlecchino is the one who understands the craft of acting, the art of transformation.

“Ha. Don’t get ahead of yourself Brighella, Your act is nothing more than a distraction, all that’s left for you is pity for your worthless act.” She approaches in strides, easily reaching you in a matter of seconds.

She raises your chin with a finger and stares into your eyes.

It’s dangerous but thrilling. This game you two play.

“Cut the crap, tell me what you’re here for.” Authoritarian as always, some things never change.

You responded to her move with your own, bringing a strand of her hair to your lips.

(Who will fall first?)

“It’s showtime my dear Knave. Her Majesty expects a good show.” Both pulled away with their masks thrown aside. Arlecchino bowed deeply.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

To Pantalone, you are an unsatiated dog.

Money slips through your fingers effortlessly, as if you give it little thought. Perhaps this lavishness is merely a facade, a clever act to hide your true cunning nature.

Pantalone, however, sees the duality within you. He witnesses your unwavering devotion towards Tsaritsa, but beneath that surface, he also sees your selfish motives, your relentless pursuit of personal gain at the cost of others.

You are shrewd as you are “kind”. You are greedy, just as you are “generous”.

But Pantalone can’t say such things about you, when he’s the same, or when he’s fully enjoying the benefits of your “generosity”.

“Brighella, to what do I owe the pleasure of the Queen’s Guard dog?”

“Oh dear Pantalone, it’s that time of the year again.” Though you had your usual smile on your lips, you stood upright and expectant.

The yearly report requires a thorough checkup of all Harbingers’s work, accomplishments and progress since the previous year. This will then be reported to Her Majesty for her discretion.

“Of course, let me show you around.” Pantalone offered a hand, which you took graciously as he led you around the Central Bank of Snezhnaya, reporting every single thing that needed to be heard.

As always, he expected your arrival and your purpose, and had always prepared ahead to ensure nothing but perfection and luxury reached your eyes.

After all, your eyes are Her Majesty’s eyes. What you see is what She will see.

So why do such pests have to exist and make a mistake in front of your presence?

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness! Please spare me!” A little rat dare spill wine on you?

Before you said anything, Pantalone covered your eyes with his gloved hands. A quick shuffle of feet and a muffled cry before it slowly faded into nothing but silence. When Pantalone uncovered your eyes, the employee was out of your sight.

“Your Highness, please come this way. I will get you a change of clothes immediately.”

“Be sure to ‘take care’ of the little servant. After all, it was just one mistake.” You advised, when suddenly a few employees rushed forward to take care of you.

Pantalone didn’t need to be told twice, it was what he intended after all. With a subtle bow and a glint in his eyes, he responded with the utmost courtesy.

“Your Highness, I promise you will never see that servant again.”

To Il Dottore, you are an ancient antique, a relic from a bygone era. An ageless monster as rumours would say, as time seems to be nothing to you.

Throughout the years, Il Dottore has seen you in action.

Where you are a masterful liar, and an inveterate schemer. If a plan fails, you have a magnificent ability to weave the situation in your favour and make it the fault of others. But such an occasion is a rarity, where Dottore had only seen once in his life.

After all, you are meticulous and calculating underneath your charming facade.

From a sinner to an innocent, Dottore marveled at how you manipulated the scene at a moment’s notice.

But that was not what caught his attention.

It was your seemingly timeless existence that has remained unfazed for a long long time by Her Majesty’s side. Your existence has never been confirmed and he had always wanted to be the first to discover.

To him, you are an enigma, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

So when you arrived in his lab to congratulate him on achieving a higher rank, he was thoroughly pleased.

“To think Your Highness would be personally here to congratulate me and deliver me such good news from Her Majesty, I am honoured.” Dottore grins as he bows before you.

“You have shown your skills worthy of Her Majesty’s praise, as such, you may ask for a reward.”

“Oh, any reward? Is this from yourself, Your Highness?” A sly smile rose to his lips.

When Brighella nodded, Dottore immediately extended a hand.

“I would like a sample of your blood, Your Highness.”

“Oh?” You had a knowing and sly expression on your face.

“Yes, that is all I need.” A beat of silence, before you placed your hand in his.

“Then, I will fulfill your curiosity.” Dottore had never been happier.

With your approval, he obtained your blood sample without any problems and immediately began formulating experiments in his head.

Not before gently placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your elbow, where your blood was taken out.

“Your Highness, I promise to bring you results.”

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darling-caelestis · 4 months

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*ೃ༄ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n; slow at the beginning. for any confusion, reader is from our world.

warnings; mention of a weapon, mention of injury (small, not descriptive), childe is a warning himself (please remember when reading this, that this is harbringer!childe/tartaglia, not the childe/ajax we know and meet in liyue), if you squint there is mention of reader giving up.

characters; childe, il capitano.

synopsis; in which, reader, wakes up in a land they don't recognise, only to discover, they perhaps know it better than they realise. creator!reader.

You had fallen asleep like normal, did your night routine like normal. Nothing stuck out like a sore thumb which could have lead to you waking up in the snow.

It was freezing, your thin summer pyjamas barely doing anything to stop the tumbling winds from crashing into your frame. Everywhere was white and the sky was a stormy gray. It was summer, how on earth did the weather get like this?

Originally you thought that you were still dreaming but when the cold became painful - nipping at your skin - you knew this was reality. Next, you had looked for your home, your safety, yet, for what seemed like for miles there was only roaring white winds and mountains blanketed with thick snow. There was a forest to your right, but you dared not enter lest, like the environment, it's inhabitants are not welcoming. Besides, the snow would also cover roots and holes - which you most definitely did not want to trip and fall into.

You had curled into a ball a while go, trying to preserve heat as you tuck your hands near chest, trying to bring back the feeling of your fingers. You had accepted your fate: your life had been fulfilling, you supposed, and in a way, this scenery was almost beautiful.

A harsh crunch in snow startled you.

You spun your head to the right, only to see a large person standing at the edge of the forest, maybe the distance between you and forest hadn't been as great as you thought. They seemed to be looking near their feet, but with salvation near you promptly yelled - you tried, but the cold had made your throat dry and it sound more like a wheeze as the winds consumed it: "Hey! Hello? Could you-"

Before you could even finish your sentence their face snapped up to face yours. You blinked, squinting your eyes, were they getting larger? Surely they couldn't have heard you, the winds had swallowed your words and you could barely talk, let alone yell. You stared up at them as they got closer. They had an odd mask, maybe it was for traversing the weather, you presumed, yet, the weapon suited on their back gave you fright. What were you thinking? A human out in this weather all alone at night?

You both looked at each other, you felt scrunitized under their piercing gaze, like a mouse to a lion: you couldn't exactly tell were they were looking but you could feel it in the back of your head. A burning sensation.

To ease the tension you decided to speak up, "Thank you ver-" the words died down your throat as your masked saviors head snapped back towards the treeline, just before another set of foot-falls came closer. You took the liberty to stand up, your legs shaking and your toes were completely covered by the rich snow.

A man came out of the treeline and stood beside the man, this one indefinitely smaller than the first. He seemed to have not noticed you as he turned to the masked individual, "Here I thought you left me, what made you come over here?" As if to pronounce his question he peered behind him then to the sides before his eyes finally landed on you.

His blue eyes widened, pausing momentarily before his hands immediately started unwrapping his red scarf to drape over your shivering figure. Heat seemed to radiate for it as you snuggled your head into it, bringing your hands up to nestle in it's fuzzy embrace. Though it was only now you could truly tell how cold you were.

Teeth chattering as both the men looked at each other with small gestures here and there before the ginger - who seemed to the bubblier of the two - scooped you up in arms and waltzed off. If you peered over his shoulder you could see the hunkier one standing guard as he walked behind the both of you.

Maybe the forest truly was dangerous.

You were near ready to pass out and succumb to the heat. This man was so so warm, contrasting against the cruel environment you landed yourself in. Yeah, this was definitely real - but that only begged the question: what on earth happened to you?

You wanted to catch a glimpse of where this stranger was taking you, maybe you could recognize your surrondings. But his hand cradled the back of your head and shoved it into his chest, murmuring about how 'you should rest, you must be tired' and 'just sleep, your safe now' suffocated you. Until you finally gave into the mental and physical exhaustion, limp in his arms.

┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧

You don't exactly remembering sleeping - or did you pass out, you couldn't tell - but now this feeling of deja vu washed over you as you woke again in a new, completely bizarre environment.

Lavish white walls embellished with rich turquoises and blues, a high-rise ceiling with a metal framed candle candlier luminating the room in a saturated warm glow. A fire place crackles near the foot of the bed you had woken up in, you guessed that was why you were so cozy. This room was so... ecceratic, far too much for it to near anywhere where you had lived, you would have known about a house like this long ago.

You shook the covers off yourself as you slipped your feet on the floor. The wood was cold, much colder than the warmth of the bed duvet, yet, you ignored it as you walked with undsteady feet towards the window.

Maybe if the tundra had disappeared you could thank your saviours and move on with your life, you thought as you moved the crisp floor-length royal blue curtains to the side. Frost coated the corners of the window and snow hurled against it like thunder. You had to properly peer over the frosty corner to see your surrondings.

It was difficult to see a foot beyond the window - much like the snow earlier when you had been outside - you surmised the weather hadn't died down at all.

You were floors above to ground, further emphasising how you were so so far away from home. You let out a disappointed sigh, you couldn't even tell the time in here.

Maybe you appeared on those people's private land and that's why they were in a desolate place like this. Or maybe they too woke up in this land, only they were coincidentally more properly dressed for it. Maybe-

Your stomach rumbling abruptly, stopping your thinking session.

You glanced at it, now that you think about it you were starving. When was the last you even ate?

Surprisingly, opening the door of this room hadn't been your first thought when you had woken up, but now, you honed in on it.

The door didn't even creak has you gently pushed it open - this house must have been well looked after. You peeked your head out first, looking around for anyone, anything. You don't know why your so weary, but this whole situation put you on edge, and just as the old saying goes: 'better be safe than sorry.'

The hallway was accented the same as your room, blues and whites, yet something seemed darker. Whether it be the lighting or dark, stormy sky outside, you didn't know. A chill ran up your spine, not from the cold, but something else, more sinister - an instinct.

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With no-one in sight you left the room, making sure to close the door behind you (didn't want the owners to know you had left, you didn't know how they would react). Feet padding across the marble-esque flooring was the only sound echoing throughout the long, desolate hallway.

You grimaced everytime you walked past a door, scared even your breathing would be too loud if someone was in fact, in the room. You made to a fork in the corridor without a problem - not counting your anxiety over traversing the simple hallway.

You paused, preening your ears to see if you could hear anything; once again, the building was silent. One pathway had lighting, the other didn't. Your choice was obvious - who willingly goes down a dark mysterious corridor after being saved (read: kidnapped) by strangers?

Yet, the heavy, foreboding sense of being watched as you pattered down the brightly lit hallway didn't escape you, so with shaking eyes you kept glancing back over your shoulder into the void.

[ Were you hoping to see someone, to prove you weren't crazy and were actually being watched? ]

Your breathing caught up with you unexpectedly, and your sourly realised that in your worry-induced state you hadn't been breathing properly. You stopped walking, closing your eyes and taking a deep (remembering to be quiet) breath. In, hold for a couple seconds and release, out. You repeated it a few times, the simple task seemingly dragging on for hours. You couldnt- no, would never close your eyes again: your anxiety spiking.

You peeked one eye open, adjusting to the lighting before opening the other. Admittedly, you may have been worrying over nothing - but you could feel eyes watching your move.

You glanced behind you again, the hallway still dark and brooding, yet, nothing had changed.

Nobody. Quiet. You were alone. You had to be - you would of heard someone else, right? But, this castle has to have someone else inside, otherwise, why would the lights be on?

You sighed, shaking your head solemnly before turning back towards the light filled hallway.

However, when you turned, it wasn't plain white walls that in encompassed your vision, no. You tensed, mouth agape.

Swooping ginger hair, cerulean eyes, tall, gray clothing, red scarf- that man was peering down at you, a mischievous grin spread across his pale face.

In better lighting you could recognise his features better, from the small scar across his jaw, the freckles on his face, and to the thin streak of white in his hair. You -no- he should not be here. Something was terribly wrong. This isn't real - you hands involuntarily curled into fists, nailing digging into the soft flesh. And you could feel it - the burn on the skin being torn, the barrier broken.

Not a dream then, a hallucination? Yes! that just be it.

"Ah, I see your awake already, I was just coming to get you."

Nope, no, nada- please. Why does he sound the exact same, why-

"Childe...?" Your voice was meek, timid, scared, you hated the way it sounded but you didn't have it in you to care.

You watched as his grin widened, pulling at the soft flesh of his rosy cheeks, his eyes glinting with something unknown [ greed, hunger... ]. His posture tensing - not out of fear, but excitement.

His reaction all the answer you needed: you screamed.

#genshin cult au #sagau #sagau x reader #x reader #x gn reader #self aware genshin #fatui x reader #childe is a gremlin #gingers #creator!reader #il capitano #tartaglia

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My Dearest Darling (Irnes x Fatui!Reader Part Four)

It's time for my favorite trope of all time: Hurt. For those who wish to read the series from the beginning, here you are! We're about to get into some feelings and Irnes taking very good care of you, all while keeping some secrets under wraps... And of course, the swarm of worried clones that will have to be beat off with a stick. In the process of writing this I realized that Irnes thinks that he's already married to you (or wishfully thinks this, who knows) and that his secret is definitely a few steps too early. But that won't come up for a while... Because he beats someone up this time ✨. A brief warning for some blood at the part titled Confrontation because Irnes does not hold back... Anyhow, it's time for the 'Irnes may not be a good nurse but at least he's trying' montage!

Return

Irnes had been anxiously waiting for days for your return.

Unforeseen circumstances, the letter told him. Omega's writing made his skin crawl, his heart fill with fear and dread. Unforeseen circumstances. There were few details, only that a sudden uprising had occurred, and you were caught in the crossfire. Nothing beyond that. In fact, so little that it could almost be considered deliberate. Omega knew about it, so surely he'd seen the damage. Then why? Why wasn't there anything?

"I'm sure they're fine, Irnes."

Sergei's reassurances felt empty. He knew they were genuine, but it wasn't true. A lie, one that tormented him as he waited for something, anything letting him know that you were alright.

Nothing came.

That is, until the ship pulled into the harbor.

Omega had returned, bringing the auxiliary forces back with him, the mothership pulling into its position as Irnes practically tripped over himself, a few clones tailing him to make sure he didn't get hurt. The air wasn't victorious in the slightest, instead carrying the somber feeling of exhaustion, the creak of the gangplank lowering indicating the official return of Omega and the remaining forces from Sumeru.

In fact, Omega himself was the first off the ship, cocking his head at the sight of Irnes in his disheveled clothes and clearly distressed.

"Big brother."

"Omega."

Irnes is rarely cold. The clones know this well, he never raised his voice nor made his own frustration or anger known. But now... It was ill concealed, his anger very clearly shown on his face.

"What's with the face, big brother? It's unusual to see you so displeased, if I do say so myself."

"You know exactly why I'm 'displeased', Omega. I gave you a task."

"You did. And I carried out that task."

"You call this carrying out your task? Letting them get hurt, despite my very clear instructions?"

"Now, now. Let's not get accusatory, big brother. They weren't under my jurisdiction-"

"Bullshit! As the acting face of Prime in Sumeru, you were the highest rank there is!"

"Well forgive me for being busy with other tasks-"

Irnes' visible shaking was enough to cut Omega off, Sergei and the other clones watching him with both wariness and concern.

"I gave you specific orders. But instead, you sat on your ass on the sidelines, doing nothing! Don't lie to my face."

"Irnes, please..."

Sergei grabs onto his arm, clearly nervous.

"You can settle your dispute with Omega later. We need to focus on the wounded first..."

"Yes... You're right."

The disembarking soldiers began to move past, most in a surprisingly good condition for the supposed uprising. Irnes searches the crowd, Omega forgotten as he tries to find you, lost in the throngs of people.

What if it's too late...? What if your corpse is returned instead? Tsaritsa have mercy, how could he live with himself if he allowed you to die? His hands shake at the mere thought, barely holding onto his cane as he shoves his way through the crowd, panic gripping his heart. Oh Archons, what if you're alive but he can't save you? That's worse than receiving a corpse, as he'd have to watch you die. No, no... He can't go through this again-

"Irnes, over here!"

He turns, and it's as if the heavens have opened up to reveal the stars. Sergei stands by a stretcher, held by two of your comrades, the others gathered around and speaking urgently with him. Irnes all but runs, shoving his way through the crowd, crying out apologies in his panic.

"My dear!"

You don't respond, laid out on the stretcher and covered by a blanket that barely guards against the cold. Irnes' cane falls to the ground with a clatter as he falls on his knees, reaching out and patting your face, as if he hopes to wake you up with that alone.

"My dear, please wake up... Oh gods, no, no..."

No response. Irnes shakes your shoulder, getting sympathetic glances from your comrades as he pleads, begs- whatever it takes to bring you back from the clutches of death.

"We'll take them from here. Rest assured that they will be in capable hands..."

Sergei murmurs to your comrades, two of the clones taking the stretcher from the exhausted soldiers hold it.

Irnes doesn't see it. He doesn't see anything but you, his eyes foggy with tears as he sniffles, desperately trying to keep it together, despite the fear that has his throat in a chokehold.

"Irnes... Let's go."

Sorrow

Your injuries are worse than he originally thought. It looks so painful, the lacerations crisscrossing your body, the bandages stained with what little bleedthrough there is. While the lab isn't the most comfortable place, Irnes hobbles ahead to prepare his bed, the other clones carting you off to the operating tables, which are likely the most sterilized place in the entirety of the lab. At least, they're pretty sure, but who knows?

Your injuries are... bad. The bandages cover up the painful beginnings of what could be an infection, along with bruising all along your back and shoulders. It makes Irnes sick just looking at it, he has to physically step aside throughout the procedure, swallowing back the bile in his throat at the thought. He can't imagine the pain you must be going through, his only consolation is you're unconscious and likely won't remember it. According to Sergei, you've suffered some serious head trauma, so it's unlikely that you will remember the accident, let alone what came before it.

Oh Archons, what if you forget him? What if you wake up, and all those moments you spent with each other are gone? The festival, those nights in the library, those visits while he was sick... It isn't a lot of time, in the grand cycle of the world, but it feels like it's been an eternity, one that would rival the Raiden Shogun's vision of her eternal dominion. He can't bear the thought of losing you, but the thought of all those moments being lost to you, when you were so clearly happy... It hurts his heart.

The procedure is long, as you have several broken bones, bruises, and cuts. Luckily no serious internal bleeding, or you would've been dead by now. But it feels as if hours have passed, as Irnes waits for news. He lurks in the room he's too familiar with, the one he's been complacent in while you fought and nearly died across the sea. He really is quite useless, isn't he? At least, that's what he tells himself, sitting hunched over in his favored chair, watching and waiting. Tear tracks have long since dried on his face, his mask cast aside and revealing eyes rimmed with red, his mouth twisted in to a miserable grimace.

"Irnes..."

"Sergei. What is it?"

"The procedure is finished. They're going to be just fine."

"...Oh."

He doesn't even feel the fresh tears running down his face at first, not until they drop into his lap.

"Oh..."

"Irnes?"

Irnes doesn't answer, instead rising from his chair on shaky legs, grabbing his cane and limping towards the exit of the room, wobbling slightly as he does. The word is a blur of blues and harsh silvers as he walks, hearing the distant murmur of voices. The other clones gather around the table, talking quite seriously among themselves. Misha, the specialist in surgery, looks particularly weary, stripping off his gloves and grinning when he sees Irnes.

"It worked! They're good as new, as far as I'm concerned. I put them on some drugs for a while so they don't feel anything, but bed rest and liquids should have them recovered in no time!"

"...Thank you, Misha."

"Of course, boss! But uh... Are you okay? Your eyes are really red!"

"Yes, I'm alright..."

A lie, but Irnes has never been one to burden others with his own sorrows. The small crowd steps aside for him to inspect the damage, which looks only the slightest better than before, this time wrapped in fresh bandages.

"Oh, my love..."

Irnes doesn't cry. That is the one trait of his that has stood true throughout his time in the lab. He does not cry, not even in frustration. Even the news of another death of a segment he's helped raise doesn't bring tears to his eyes, merely a solemn silence. The other segments are concerned, when they see tears roll down his cheeks for the first time, his voice breaking with his words.

For the first time, he feels genuine despair, not even in the face of his own death did he feel this much pain, this much emptiness in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Irnes, it's okay..."

They keep saying that, but it's not true. It's not okay. He can't stop the sobs that force themselves from his throat, burying his face in his hand to stifle the noise.

How could he have let this happen?

"...move them to the bed. Sergei, will you...?"

"I'll handle it. Thank you, Misha..."

Care

Seeing you asleep only makes his anxiety worse, he's found.

But there's nothing else for him to do, Prime excused him from his duties after Sergei notified him of the situation. Which leaves him watching you anxiously, his books stacked nearby and journals open to the many pages of notes surrounding his research. It's hard to focus, however, as his attention is always drawn back to you, your hand held tightly in his good one. The occasional kiss to the back of your hand is all he can give you without tearing up, anything else reminds him of what he could've lost.

Feeding and taking care of you is a task that he takes on readily. Only liquids, as Misha prescribed, a wet rag and bowl at the ready to wipe away any sweat or grime on your face and body. There's the endless question of the bedpan, but Irnes doesn't mind the less glamorous parts of taking care of you, he's seen worse. Much worse.

With this routine of giving you shots of medicine (drugs, as Misha so eloquently put it), giving you food, making sure you're comfortable... it grounds him. Having a schedule and routine is calming to him, it always has been. He still can't bring himself to cuddle up to you, however, as he's afraid that he'll hurt you by accident. Highly unlikely, but he doesn't want to risk your recovery because of his own selfish desires. So he sits at your bedside, reading and occasionally stopping to rest for a bit, sometimes falling asleep with his book still in his hand. It's not that it's exhausting, taking care of you, the stress is just making him feel completely exhausted. Of course, he would never say it aloud, but his own worry takes more out of him than you would think.

At one point, singing becomes a habit, along with a slow humming, songs from a lifetime ago filling the silence. The clones occasionally drop in to check on the two of you, but seeing Irnes in such a state... It's evident that neither of you are doing amazing. In fact, it takes Sergei and a few of the others to convince Irnes to leave your side to wash up and get something to eat. He looks completely haggard, the news from the letter and your actual arrival weighing heavily on his shoulders.

The pressed flowers on his desk only serve to make his heart hurt more. You gave him those flowers, the glow still lingering even after their death.

He won't admit to crying over such a small thing, returning to your bedside and finally caving, laying down beside you.

A lullaby fills the air, an old one that he barely remembers, his raspy voice filling the room in soft tones.

Waking

The day itself started as it always did. Irnes would wake up, hose himself off, dress and make sure you were still comfortable. Next was breakfast, which went down without a problem, your head leaned against his shoulder so you wouldn't choke. After that, a quick sponge bath, changing out the sheets for fresh and warm ones, and a few hours worth of studying, the dim light of the candles on the desk casting the room in a warm hue. Irnes found himself settled in the armchair that had taken up somewhat permanent residence by the bed, settled comfortably with his books, pages full of notes scribbled in the margins and paper scraps stuck between them.

Oh, how he would love to have you curled up against his side, occasionally asking about the many complex structures of the internal armatures. Perhaps reading a book of your own, engrossed in military tactics or the medicinal properties of herbs. It was lonely, flipping through the pages without your occasional sarcastic commentary, or little scribbles snuck on the edge of his page when you thought he wasn't looking.

He couldn't find the words to express how much he missed you. Every day he was faced with that ache in his chest, as cliche as it sounded. His own aches and pains were forgotten in favor of caring for you, making sure your feet were propped up as to not get too swollen, that you weren't too cold or too warm. It'd been at least a week (at least, that's when he stopped counting) or longer, and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps you were in a coma, perhaps never to wake again. The fairy tale kiss wouldn't bring you back, that wasn't how science worked, and he was powerless.

Irnes was used to being powerless. Holding a seizing clone in his arms, whispering reassurances that they didn't understand, waking up to crying in the dark, feeling a small body shake against him as blood spread across the floor... He was used to that sinking feeling of being unable to do anything. But when it came to you... it was so much worse. Not only was he powerless, but he was also a pathetic mess, crying at least once a day in a desperate attempt to keep his heart together (though it was a failure at this point).

But he believed in you. He hoped...

Maybe it was foolish. But he was a lovesick fool, to the point that one of the many incubation chambers was set aside for his own project. A desperate fool, so deeply enamored that he sat down and wrote for hours at a time, hoping that you would respond to his letters with your own affection. He knew that you cared for him in return, but doubt ran deep, it was a part of his programming. He had such blind faith in you that it encompassed everything... And he wouldn't have it any other way.

"...nes?"

"...My dear?"

Standing from his chair, he made his way over to your bedside, eyes wide and full of unshed tears.

"...Rn."

He couldn't help the relieved and watery chuckle that fell from his mouth, moving closer so that he could fully see your groggy face.

"That's right, my dear... I'm here."

"Lof you..."

Oh. Oh.

If Irnes hadn't believed it before, he sure as hell did now.

"I know, my darling. I... love you too."

Nurse Irnes

Irnes was not exactly a nurse by any means, but he really was trying.

Once you were officially declared awake, the clones practically bullied themselves into taking care of you, two or three of them hovering about at all times, along with Irnes, who was busy attending to your every need. Which you appreciated, but you could tell that he hadn't slept well in some time, and he was definitely pushing his limits. Sergei seemed to agree, but Irnes was stubborn and insisted on taking care of you personally, fetching water and more blankets, even bringing you a few journals and books to keep yourself occupied.

You know Irnes is going to crash at some point, running back at forth so much that his limp was worse than usual, and the clones seem to share the sentiment. Which leads to the solemn agreement between you, they'll leave if you can get Irnes to rest. No problem, you're very squishy and warm, and if you're clingy enough, you can probably coax him into at least laying down for a while.

"Irnes... I'm lonely."

Irnes seems surprised when you say that, before quickly leaping to offer a solution.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, my dear! I've been terribly neglectful, I apologize... Perhaps I should get Misha or Sergei to keep you company for a short while-"

"No."

"No?"

"I want you."

Irnes had never blushed that hard in his life, almost dropping the books he was holding.

"You want me?"

"Mhm."

"Oh..."

You can't help but chuckle at the look he gives you, both sheepish and smitten. It's a little weird, seeing him without his mask, but there's so much expression in his face that it makes your heart swell. His eye has a spark in it, and while the other is an unreadable white, the smile lines around the edges make your heart skip a few beats. Smile lines are rare in this line of work, but the fact that Irnes has them...

You love it.

"Well? Come here, my dear."

Once again, Irnes is absolutely red by now, setting down the small stack of books and walking hesitantly over, stopping at the edge of the bed and waiting for instructions.

"Shoes off, come lay with me. You owe me some cuddles."

"I do?"

"It's been months, Irnes. You absolutely do, with all those lovely letters you sent me."

"Oh, yes! You liked them?"

"I loved them. Now get over here and stop stalling."

"Fine, fine!"

He toes out of his shoes with a little bit of a struggle, leaning on the chair as he struggles to get his left foot out. After a brief intermission of him cursing under his breath, he creeps over to the other side of the bed, sitting down with a creak and looking at you with that goofy grin of his. It's as if he can't stop looking at you, which is true. He's still baffled that you're awake, and you being so forward is making his heart palpitate to an almost concerning degree.

"I missed you, Irnes. You're not going to believe all the crazy shit that happened in Sumeru."

"I'm assuming it was interesting?"

"Yeah. But it wasn't too bad. You were right about the humidity though, I didn't even notice I was dehydrated until I started getting dizzy."

"That's why I warned you, my dear."

Irnes yawns lightly, scooting closer and snuggling up to you, laying his head on the pillow beside you. Why not your shoulder? You can't help but be a little confused, giving him the side eye.

"You're going to choose a pillow over me? I'm hurt."

"What? Wait, no-"

"I'm just messing with you, Irnes. Come here."

"But your injuries..."

"Don't hurt there. Come here."

"Okay..."

Irnes scoots even closer, until he's pressed up against your side completely, resting his head on your shoulder. It is nice... In fact, being this close is making him sleepy, it's so warm...

"Tired?"

"Mhm..."

"Sleep, then. I promise I'll be okay for a few hours."

"But..."

"No buts. Sleep, my love."

Irnes is out in record time, and you've never been more grateful for being halfway crushed.

A "Walk"

The biggest issue with being asleep for a few weeks (two weeks and four days, according to Sergei) is that your legs have weakened somewhat.

Which hasn't been a problem as of yet, as you've been confined in bed for the past few days. Irnes seems to have recovered his usual good mood, his mask replaced and a brilliant smile on display. Though his smile is less sharp, having a softer feeling to it. You never noticed how soft his face really was until now, looking at him as he carefully lights the candles at your bedside, blowing out the match and setting it aside. His smile lines are clearer in the new light source, the metal of his mask glinting in the darkness as he shuffles back to your bedside, taking your hand and pressing his fingers down on your pulse point.

"Your recovery is coming along nicely, my dear!"

"Really?"

"Yes, absolutely! In fact, if you're not opposed, I believe a walk may be in order! Though your legs may be a bit weak... We can start with baby steps, then!"

And baby steps they were, as the moment you were lifted into a standing position, you flopped into Irnes like a sack of potatoes. Luckily, he managed to grab you in time, pulling you into his chest so you didn't hurt yourself. It was embarrassing how much your legs were shaking, calves aching as you struggled to keep yourself upright.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

"Yeah... Sorry."

"Do not apologize. I believe your legs have weakened more than anticipated, it's my own fault for not expecting this. Besides, you're not exactly heavy, my dear. It's no trouble."

You blush harder as Irnes wraps a careful arm around you, supporting you back down into a sitting position. He thinks for a moment, before his expression lights up in clear display of a eureka moment.

"But I may have an idea! While I was in recovery, I used to do stretches and exercises to return muscle function to my leg... Perhaps it will help."

"Stretches?"

"Of course, I will show them to you and assist you, it wouldn't do well for you to injure yourself further!"

"Alright... Should we start now?"

There's a twinkle in Irnes' eye that you nearly miss, his grin spreading the slightest bit wider.

"Of course! But only easy ones, yes?"

"Fine."

"Excellent, excellent! Now..."

Confrontation

You first hear about it from Sergei, frantically bursting into the room, where you've been sitting and reading for the past few hours.

Because you're finally awake, the Doctor has put Irnes back on his tasks (albeit light, so he can still keep an eye on you) and you've seen less of the clones in general. Misha says that Prime has a new project that needs all hands on deck, which is already ominous in its own right. But seeing Irnes come back covered in goo or ash is even more concerning, despite his reassurance that it's nothing dangerous. Regardless, you still watch him with thinly veiled concern, making sure that he's not hurt in any way, else you'd be having a personal talk with Prime.

But today seemed different than usual. Irnes woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as your mother would say, though he was gentle with you and his reassurances as per usual. In fact, he made sure to give you an extra kiss on the cheek, promising that he'd be back to check on you for lunch. Even with his gentle squeeze of your hand, you noticed the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw that stubbornly persisted even after he began walking away.

You probably should've expected this, in hindsight.

Not that the accident that landed you here was Omega's fault. But you know how he gets, saying the wrong things at the wrong time, almost deliberately. And Irnes is already strung tightly from worrying over you, which Omega seemed to have had a hand in. Honestly, Omega is easy to handle once you figure him out, but Irnes in the wrong state of mind... You can see how this situation arose in clear detail, and how easy it would be for Omega's insensitivity to hit the wrong nerve.

But what you didn't expect was for Irnes to completely lose his temper.

Irnes was less trigger happy than the other clones by a long shot. He was patient, so deeply caring that you weren't sure how the others could stand to not feel anything at all.

"Sir! Please come quickly!"

Of course, the past few days have given you some of your strength back, but you're still leaning heavily on Sergei as he rushes out of the room, your body shivering against the sudden cold. The shouting outside becomes audible as Sergei pulls you along, walking so fast that you can barely keep up.

"YOU FUCKER!"

Oh, that's Irnes. You know it for a fact. The cackling that follows makes your blood run cold, because that's your dumbass boss, about to get into a smackdown with the man who's been worried sick about you this whole time (you're still not sure if you can call him your boyfriend yet). There's a horrible crunch from somewhere nearby, and you find yourself somehow keeping pace with Sergei, the shouting getting louder until it's not just Irnes' screaming, it's Omega's shrill cries echoing through the hollow lab. Screams of pain fill the air, so quickly that you feel your heart physically drop in your chest.

When you finally come to the scene, there's a whole crowd gathered, some of them cheering on the bloody scene, others watching in fear and awe.

In the center of it all, blood.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF THEM THAT WAY!"

"I- fuck- didn't say anything that wasn't fucking true- aH!"

(WARNING for a lil paragraph of violence)

Irnes looks absolutely feral, for the first time in forever. You've seen him sick, incredibly handsome, without sleep... But this is not the Irnes you know. The back of Omega's head smashes into the ground with sheer, unadulterated force, Irnes' sharp teeth on full display, the front of his suit splattered with blood. Omega's body jerks with the force of it, but his cackling doesn't, a bloody display of outrage and anger. Blood runs down from Irnes' nose, dripping onto the icy floor and intermingling with the spreading puddle under Omega, leaving the two in a violent dance of death. You can see the blood smeared across Irnes' fists, his eyes blown wide to the point that it looks painful, his hoarse shouting so loud that it rings in your ears.

"IRNES!"

The clones instantly go silent, all looking up at you in surprise in such a terrifying unison that it almost tears your attention away from the scene before you.

"Irnes, stop!"

You know you're probably physically incapable of stopping him in this state, your injuries have taken a lot of your body's strength. But you can't let this continue. You're about to walk forward anyways, maybe seeing you would help-

Until Irnes bursts into fullhearted tears, the barrage halting for a single moment.

"Irnes!"

He looks up. His hands losen on Omega, the other clone spitting and desperately pulling himself across the floor and away from him.

"My dear..."

Sobs fill the silence, some of the other clones coming forward to grab Omega and cart him away. You hesitate for a moment, thinking over the best way to approach this, before wobbling over and kneeling down next to him.

"...Irnes."

You take his hand carefully, gently, seeing the broken skin from the force of his blows. The burn scars feel rough under your hands, and you realize that you've never touched them before, feeling the weight of his body through how hard he holds onto your hand, almost desperately. He doesn't speak again, hanging his head in what you assume is shame, tears staining his dark blue suit- one of your favorites.

The other clones are watching. You can feel them staring. This is a bad situation, you need to get this cleaned up and sorted out as fast as possible before you have to face the actual Dottore, he's strange and creepy and you really don't want to explain this.

"Clean this up. Irnes, come with me."

It's a simple order, but the clones practically jump to get it done, Sergei coming up and hooking an arm under Irnes', lifting him carefully. You remain on his right side, still holding onto his hand as he leans on Sergei.

"You're alright..."

You murmur the reassurance without even realizing, feeling the shake of his hand in yours.

"You're going to be fine..."

(Someone please stop me)

#s&m came on while i was writing the beatdown and i have never felt more augh in my life #knowing omega he'd be into that but STILL #this is a cry for help #irnes #fatui reader #fatui x reader #fatui x gn reader #fatui harbingers #fatui #il dottore's clones #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #tw violence

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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♡︎ 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠’𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ♡︎

anon asked: Soo I saw you take requests even for npc's so I figured I'd shoot my shot or whatever though I know you have a lot of asks so if this stresses you out don't worry about it but the fatui pyro agents? The fucker with the fire knives? Yeah that bitch? I firmly belive someone should fuck him till he crys and begs to cum

characters: sub!fatui agent x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphillia, “master” kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degrading, size kink, dumbification, creampie, cock can be interpreted as a strap on!

notes: nobu back in her horny era! on today’s post we have, fucking an npc stupid! repost bc tumblr can’t win against me

how did it come to this? with the strong, reliable, capable agent being railed stupid as his supposed next target keeps his salacious sobs and cries of pleasure silent with their bigger hand, the other holding his leg up. pushing it up further and further into an impossibly hard angle as he claws at the doors of northland bank.

a mewl slips out of his mouth as his target slips their hand off of their mouth, instead opting to keep him up by fisting at his short, grey locks. the tears that were welling in his eyes starts to fall as a drool slips from his lips and down to the floor. legs shaking as his hips weakly, pathetically twitched back to meet up with your thrusts.

“maah-! master! please!! not-noT HEREE MNGGH!♡︎♡︎” biting down on his already bruised and bleeding lips, the agent lets out another sob as he felt his orgasm approaching.

everything felt too much but so little at the same time. he wanted more. more of your cock, more of your cum, more more more!!

the fatuus felt your cock split him open. veiny, long girth breaking him apart as the tip harshly kissed his prostate over and over again. archons, he didn’t even know something like that existed until you forcibly pushed him inside one of the empty rooms of his workplace and had your way with him.

he wanted it, he craved it - no. he needed it.

needed to be fucked by you until his mind breaks, leaving behind nothing but the delicious feeling of your strap forcing him open over and over.

needed to hear you call him degrading names as tears fall from his eyes. sobbing and keening loudly, unable to form any sentences. not even a single plea to save himself and his pride.

needed to trash around as you placed a hand over the bump on his stomach. pushing on the growing bulge of your cock and cum mixed together as he writhes against the wall, sliding down more and more as your large hands on his waist leaves bruises.

needed it as you forced him not to cum again as the strap pours another large amount of cum into his gaping hole. almost falling down to the floor if it wasn’t for your strong arms keeping him up.

needed to beg. whine, wail, keen as you wrap a hand around the angry tip of his cock, placing your thumb over his dripping slit as he begged you in a heap of mess. trying to get the blinding feeling of finally cumming.

“mas-! master!! maste-anngh haah mmph♡︎♡︎!! please? pleasepleasepleaseplease-♡︎♡︎!!” another orgasm denial as you force his smaller body flush against the wall while still continuing to pound into his hole.

the fatuus’ leg shook horribly, standing on his tiptoes as you forced his walls to get used to your size, to remember your shape, to carve every little detail into his mind, into his body. into his prostate.

“you’re not gonna cum haah fuck- until i allow you to. got it, slut?” whispering in a hoarse voice next to his ear, you continued to pound into his sensitive spots. not even caring that the amount of cum you forced him to take dripping down his shaking thighs. some even dripping down to the floor, mixing with his tears and drool.

“yes-! yes master! master! master! my master♡︎♡︎♡︎!!” drunkenly blabbering about some random gibberish, the agent let out another whine as your seeds filled him up again. the skin of his stomach stretching more and more as if his body craved your cum.

finally feeling satisfied with how much you filled him up, you stood up straight to look at the beautiful art you created out of him.

trembling body flush against the wall as his hands desperately clawed at the stone, legs barely holding himself up only thanks to your help. large amount of cum gushing and slipping out from around your strap, dripping down, staining the perfect, wooden floor of the bank.

what a perfect toy you found for yourself.

slipping yourself out, you ignored his babbles about sex drunken shit before pulling out a toy from your bag - a butplug.

fingering the cum back into his fluttering hole, you plugged him close with the toy. a lewd shlick! coming out followed by the agent’s sobs.

“keep them all inside until our next meeting okay, my slut?” giving a warning squeeze to his still shaking thighs, a cruel grin spread across your face as he nodded dumbly.

maybe you should do this to him more often.

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why am I here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How- Why-"

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

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

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

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

"You... killed him??"

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

"..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can expect more of that later."

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