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sondepoch · 2 years

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Oh, Sister! (Pierro x Reader ft. Harbingers)

You’ve always been a useless sister, a thorn at his side, his lone weakness amidst all his strength—but Pierro realizes you might be useful, for once, when he sees just how interested his fellow Harbingers are in you.

Or: Pierro gets the Harbingers in line by giving them an incentive. You.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

TAGS: INCEST, dubcon, implied power dynamics, dom/sub, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, implied orgy, reader has a vagina and clit

PAIRING: Pierro x Reader (feat. the Harbingers)

GENERAL: This fic is part of a series. Each part of this series will feature a different character from Genshin Impact and their beloved little sister. Smut. You can read the masterlist for this series HERE.

He hates how much he loves you.

It’s always irked him. He’s the strongest man in the world, probably, someone who’s lived for centuries and felled whole civilizations at his sword, someone who’s even now plotting world domination—and yet, the Tsaritsa was able to conquer him so effortlessly with a single threat, reminding him that while he’s nigh invincible, you aren’t.

Pierro knows it’s not your fault you’re only useful for warming his cock, knows he can’t truly blame you for the way you’ve only ever thought with that pretty pussy of yours when he’s always been the brainpower for both of you—and, deep down inside, he knows he doesn’t actually hate it. Your soft, warm skin is the only thing he truly looks forward to anymore, and the comfort of your arms is the one thing keeping him sane.

Still, though, Pierro has always been frustrated with how much effort he puts into protecting you both, how little you're able to help him in turn.

Now is the chance to undo all of that.

When this is over, he’ll pepper your face with kisses until you’ve forgotten everything, until there’s a docile smile glued to your face and you’re giggling sweetly, wrapping your arms and legs around his body and reciprocating his love like the angel you are.

Now, however, is the time for order.

“P-please,” you whisper, tugging meekly on the giant robe he wears. “I’m scared. What if they hurt me, they don’t know—”

“I promise none of their cocks are larger than mine,” Pierro hums, lifting a big hand to cup your face. And, really, that much is true. Pierro isn’t exactly human, and his monsterlike body ranks first in everything: authority, power, and certainly size. Arlecchino’s waist has the girth of Pierro’s bicep, Tartaglia’s broad shoulders are the length of Pierro’s forearm, and Capitano—

Well, you might have a little trouble with Capitano.

But Pierro will make sure you’re well prepared for all of them.

“I don’t want them, though,” you whisper meekly, sniffing. Your nude figure curls in on itself atop Pierro’s lap, and the man almost considers changing his mind until he hears the sound of his fellow Harbingers’ footsteps drawing nearer. “Please, I only want you, please, brother, please just—”

“Pierro,” the Harbinger says smoothly before you can utter his name. “For this night, you must call me Pierro. Understand, love?”

“Okay, P-Pierro,” you stutter, and he can tell you hate the way his moniker falls off your lips, hate the way you can’t even call him by his true name.”But Pierro, please—”

Three knocks ring out from the other side of the hall, and the Harbinger can feel your whole body go still. He presses a comforting squeeze to your waist, kissing your forehead once, twice, and then he steels himself. For centuries, he has risked his life to keep you safe, using his body, mind, and soul to ensure nothing but the absolute best for you. Now, just for one night, he needs you to reciprocate a fraction of that sacrifice.

“I will watch,” he promises solemnly. “And if they push you too far, I will intervene.”

Slowly, you blink back tears and nod.

That’s all the affirmation Pierro needs.

“Come in,” he orders, and the double doors to the Fatui War Chamber swing wide open. Eight Harbingers waltz effortlessly into the deep blue darkness, their armors shining in the moonlight as you whimper at the sight. Already, they’re talking, bickering, arguing, and the noise raises a familiar headache to Pierro’s mind. Their countless squabbles overlap, and the Harbinger can hardly tell whose voice belongs to whom.

“—absolutely pointless, as always.”

“Is that so? I’d love to see you decipher the sacred texts. Or would you rather continue mourning—”

“Now, now, Dottore, let’s not go that far. I doubt—”

“Oh, is going far our concern now, Pantalone? If I recall, you were the one most adamant about—”

“Please, that was Pulcinella! I could never be so unmoved. Isn’t that true, Co—”

“Not at all. If anything, this entire argument is utterly—”

“Risible? I think it’s time to find a new adjective, dearest Marionette, or—”

“Must you always interrupt? Sometimes I wonder why Pierro hasn’t put you in your place yet.”

“Maybe it’s because Pierro appreciates my commentary. Isn’t that right, o' great lord Pi…”

All the Harbingers come to a halt when they finally look to the center of the room where their leader sits—but illuminated in the moonlight isn’t his figure alone. No, their eyes catch on the graceful shape of you, perched prettily on his thighs with a terrified, anxious look on your face that has each of them aching to get a better look. No one speaks. No one moves. For the first time since Signora's death, they seem truly stunned.

Good, Pierro thinks, enjoying their awed silence.

The man's lips curl into a grin when he sees how the sight of you instantly tames the lot of them. For the first time in weeks, these hallowed halls are dead silent even with every reporting Harbinger standing between them. Under their sharp, hungry gazes, you shift in Pierro’s lap, drawing your knees in so that they can’t see your pussy, your tits, but Pierro knows that the very sight of your flesh is enough.

“Well?” he calls, his empty smile bordering on a smirk. “You’re all late. Be seated at once.”

With unusual obedience, the Harbingers all move into their places, but they want your attention, now. Eyes fixed on you, they begin speaking.

“You had us under the impression that you wanted our efficiency to increase,” Capitano calls, his empty head of armor twisted your way. “Or have you already acquired Scaramouche’s whereabouts?”

“Maybe he finally got bored of figuring out how to hunt Scaramouche down,” Tartaglia taunts. "Or maybe he's just bored of us."

“Doubtful. The Tsaritsa ordered us to locate him. This isn’t the time for…” Sandrone’s cold eyes rake down your nude body. “...distractions.”

They’re right. Pierro usually only has you sit in on the most unimportant meetings: the ones where he doesn’t really need to be there but wants to simply keep them in line, playing with the folds of your pussy while his coworkers talk because he hates how their inefficient squabbling can keep him away from your loving embrace, hates how his position as Number One forces him to keep them in line even on the days where they don’t need him present.

Today, however, they have an important matter to discuss: something they’ve been debating for weeks.

For Pierro to bring you in now, when the time for them to finally agree and unite is drawing especially near—it goes against everything he’s ever done.

“Today, I have a challenge for you all,” Pierro says, and he can feel you squirm, feel you get nervous at the idea he’s about to pitch. “Since the incentive of the Tsaritsa’s favor isn’t enough for you fools, I’ve decided to give you another reward.”

Pierro wraps his thick fingers around your thighs, and with the barest shaving of his true iron strength, he pries your legs apart and pulls your back flush against his chest. Your pussy glistens from when Pierro had sucked on your clit earlier, twitches from how you’re still near that edge, and fully contracts in response to the eight hungry gazes that pierce it, and the pitiful whine that spills past your lips makes Pierro’s next offer even more tempting.

“Whoever pitches the idea to capture Scaramouche gets to make my little sister cum.”

And instantly, for the first time, all eight of them are actually trying to figure out how to acquire the Harbinger who got away, not one of them daring to ask why the ever-possessive Pierro is finally offering to let them fuck you when he used to threaten anyone with death for daring to look at you too long. Indeed, they're trying to make sure Pierro won't change his mind, trying to now complete the task he's presented them with in haste so that he won't take this tempting offer away—especially when they've watched him fuck you in front of them for weeks, all without ever having the permission to touch—and Pierro can only smile as his colleagues begin genuinely trying to determine the best way to bring Scaramouche back.

“—need to shut off the borders to Inazuma without starting a war. I can have my men pose as bandits around Ritou, and with him locked inside the nation, we can search for him island by island—”

“A dignitary like you could never understand, but such inaction is useless. Locating Scaramouche will never be enough. We’re better off distributing spies across the nearest nations with on-call skirmisher units to—”

“And risk losing valuable men and letting him realize we’re hunting him? The only people who can defeat Scaramouche are us fellow Harbingers. And I’m the strongest mobile fighter. I should go out on a hunt—”

“Oh, because you’re capable of being in every nation at once? A single bounty hunter isn’t enough. What we really need to do is contact every bank and threaten to cut off financial support unless Scaramouche is discovered. Then, they’ll have equal incentive to find him, so—”

For the first time, Pierro starts to hear real solutions.

He grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“See?” he whispers to you, grinning darkly. “You’re getting them to actually do something instead of sitting here like idiots. Doesn’t that make you proud?”

“They’re all looking at me…”

You squirm as Pierro continues to hold your legs apart, and he almost feels bad. Even as they discuss, all eight Harbingers keep their eyes fixed on you, like starving wolves staring at the first food they’ve seen in weeks. And Pierro doesn’t know how often the lot of them fuck, whether they all even have such base interests…but it’s clear that each of them wants that prize he's offering for themselves.

You seem to realize it, too, and your eyes flicker away from Pantalone's skittishly when they meet.

Pierro wants to tell you that your bashful little act, the way you’re so obviously anxious, only fuels them further. That these are monsters for men, and that they only want you more because of how scared you are of them.

But, your bashfulness is also what is making Pierro’s reward so tempting, so he lets you be.

The humidity in the room rises, and Pierro begins playing with your pussy. Your soft, quiet moan draws their attention instantly, and the first Harbinger raises an eyebrow when they go silent in hopes of hearing it again.

“What?” he asks. “I won’t let her cum. I’m just getting her wet for you.”

Pierro presses a finger inside your pussy, and the lewd moan that spills from your lips—a moan that taunts, tempts, and teases all of them because they’re doubtlessly desperate to hear that sound again, aching to be responsible for you making that sound again—could shatter the warming air.

Their focus on the task at hand increases in turn.

“Forget all of that. Scaramouche has always wanted to go to Natlan, let’s just search there, so—”

Something strange is in the air, Pierro can tell. It’s getting warmer, thicker, wetter—but he chalks it off to the rising tension of his fellow, visioned Harbingers.

“Fucking dumbass. We can’t ignore the chance of him being elsewhere. We should just put out a bounty—”

Pierro starts fucking you with his finger, subtly rubbing his growing bulge against your ass. A single glance around the table confirms that every other man is hard, and Pierro almost feels sorry for them.

“And risk someone else finding the Gnosis? Forget that, let’s just—”

He wipes away the sheen of sweat on your forehead, curling his finger into the one spot that always has your toes curling. It works, and instantly, you’re spreading your legs even wider for the audience, moaning debauchedly as you babble mindlessly about how good it feels, whimpering his name.

“No, no, a bounty might work if we make it Fatui-wide instead of—”

Pierro can feel your core beginning to clamp tighter and tighter around his finger, and right when you’re at the precipice, right when you’re there, he retracts.

“What if we—”

All the Harbingers fall silent when Pierro pulls his finger from you, cruelly yanking you away from your high when you were so close. At once, you start whining into the silence. “No, no, no,” you mewl, hips bucking in vain as you tug on Pierro’s robes, staring up at him with desperate, wanting eyes, ignorant to how your display of absolute whorishness will only make things worse for you. “Please let me cum, please, please just—”

Pierro feels guilty. Edging has always been your weakness, and while he’s at last grown used to your utter…shamelessness when tempted, his fellow Harbingers aren’t nearly as unaffected.

A beat of silence passes, and your lip curls into a pout.

Then, the eight Harbingers get even louder, standing up and beginning to shout ideas at each other. It's so intense that the humidity in the air starts rising again, so Pierro looks around warily at the room to see if one of the Harbingers is doing it intentionally, but all he finds is Tartaglia looking especially intensely at your quivering hole, ignoring the ongoing discussion in favor of watching your wanton expression.

What a child, Pierro thinks. How pathetic.

It’s getting too noisy for him to keep track of who’s suggesting what anymore. All he knows is that everyone's ideas are equally flawed, so he leaves the Harbingers to filter out the best plans themselves and merely continues playing with your pussy—this time focusing his attention on your clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles.

“Oh,” you moan, eyes fluttering closed. All inhibitions seem to have vanished. “Oh, oh, Pierro—”

He builds you to another high, cautiously waiting for the moment he’ll have to rip it away, and the moisture in the room continues to rise unnaturally, your skin practically glowing with shine as you writhe and writhe, so edged from before that you’re already nearing another high, and—

Pierro pulls his fingers away from your hole with a smug grin, but he notices that the moisture of the room is getting higher. That it’s starting to get so wet and humid around your body that your little clit is reacting, and—

All the Harbingers fall silent when the humidity drops to nothing, cracking dry in the sudden, absolute absence of moisture, and you're so pathetic that the slap of evaporation that tugs through your folds is enough to push you over the edge even without physical stimulation. Pierro can only watch as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a disgusting look of ecstasy washing through your face as you cum for all the Harbingers to see like a cheap whore, like a pathetic slut, like the useless little sister you are who can't even be put up as a reward without ruining things.

Pierro is furious.

“Tartaglia,” he hisses when he sees how the Hydro user is grinning in naivety at how his little trick with humidity made you cum. “Tartaglia, I could banish you from the Fatui for this, you—”

"What?" the young man asks, a broad grin on his face as he winks at you. "I didn't touch."

"You—"

“Do it again,” Pantalone interrupts, his ever-closed eyes opened into slits that stare, mesmerized, at your still-orgasmic face. “We may not be able to touch her yet, but—”

"No, let me try," Dottore interrupts, his own vision seeping into the air around you, and Pierro realizes that he might have tempted his soldiers too much.

The discussion around Scaramouche has stopped completely. Pierro realizes that they only discussed him to begin with because it was a means to an end, a way of possibly getting to touch you, and now, they've found another way to do that entirely. His leverage is lost, his stupid plan foiled, and—

And there's still a way to control them, Pierro realizes abruptly, seeing that he can still increase his original offer.

The Harbinger looks down at you, your dazed half-smile, and he wonders if you even realize that it was Tartaglia who made you cum. He can tell it just made you hornier, can feel the slick pooling on his thigh as you stare up at him with big, adoring eyes and...

Well, he thinks. This is just repayment for everything I've done for her.

Pierro glances around to room to confirm that every single person in the room is now ogling your body, the way you’re still twitching, the way you were able to cum untouched in a manner that doubtlessly has them all aching to replicate, aching to feel, aching to cause, and Pierro realizes that pitting his friends against each other was a mistake.

They all want you.

Bad enough to overcome even their hatred for each other, perhaps.

“Let me amend my earlier statement,” Pierro says, eyes dark. He pulls you closer in a silent apology, brushing his lips against your shoulder. “If all of you can come up with a singular plan to locate Scaramouche, I’ll let all of you fuck her.”

You stiffen in Pierro’s hold, and he raises the stakes ever higher.

“At the same time.”

And they react so quickly that they don’t even hear your terrified mewl, don’t even see the way you stare up at Pierro with betrayed, teary eyes that have his cock getting harder beneath those thick, furred robes.

"Don’t worry,” he mumbles. “I’ll prepare you,” he says, and he sticks two fingers into your twitching hole, stretching you methodically because he’s now certain you’ll need it.

But he hardly has time.

The Harbingers are so overcome with desire that they unite instantly under their shared goal to acquire you. No longer are they vying to win Pierro’s coveted award alone. At last, they’re on the same team, and with eight minds thinking together, they manage to identify a plan in unison that upholds the Fatui’s standards, minimizes resources and personnel wasted, and, most importantly, will locate Scaramouche with near-perfect efficiency.

Pierro is almost surprised at how quickly they do it: three weeks’ worth of arguments settling in a manner of minutes, and he wonders if this was always their plan, if they always wanted to put Pierro’s back to a wall so that they might get a chance at touching you.

Whatever the case is, he has no time to contemplate it.

Pierro kisses your forehead twice and then lays you out on the table.

You whimper pathetically, reaching out in vain for him, but all you catch is his shadow. Terrified eyes dart to the eight faces that are about to devour you, and Pierro sighs.

“First come first serve,” he says, and as punishment for Tartaglia’s earlier stunt, the man uses his vision to slow the eleventh Harbinger’s movements just a tad, letting all the others get their prized spots first, leaving the eleventh with only a hand that he quickly smells and nips and licks—and the sight that then graces Pierro has him thinking that you might truly enjoy this, that this will feel like a reward for you as much as it is one for them.

Then, Pierro sees the monstrous smiles on each of their faces—Arlecchino’s grin as she kneels between your legs on the table, Pantalone’s smirk as he shoves his fingers inside your mouth, Dottore’s simper as he presses both thumbs against your nipples—and Pierro realizes that he’s handed you over to monsters.

Well.

Perhaps this will be a good exercise for getting you used to their touch, their habits.

Because after seeing just how well these Harbingers worked when Pierro set you as their goal and prize, he realizes that he’s going to be doing it much more often in the future.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3.3k

Notes: finally had the courage to post this stuff on main!! comment who you want to see next! hopefully it wont take me nine months to update, this time

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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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hello hello~ I have far to many head cannons for the Fatui so I limited it to 3 per person :} I put them in order of my favorites ehe~

Dottore: his mother taught him how to draw when he was young, all of his notes are filled with sketches of what he's studying, when he was young he wanted to be a baker he still bakes when he gets the chance

Pierro: he keeps his office pristine at all times to the point that the servants have stopped trying to clean it, he has a grand piano that horribly out of tune he refuses to have it tuned, if someone needs to find him they always check his office first he's either there or in a meeting with the Tsaritsa

Capitano: if he's not in the training grounds he's in the library, he has a soft spot for dogs (he probably owns at least one), has an extensive skin care routine even though nobody can see his skin

Sandrone: she has so many glass display cases filled with custom dolls, made dolls for all of the other harbingers when she's upset with them she drowns their doll, sews all of her own clothes

Pulcinella: 100% has a live laugh love sign that Tartaglia gave him as a joke that he treasures, knows everything if something happened you can bet he already knows, always has candy on him his pockets are full of werther's and strawberry bon bons

Columbina: she can perfectly mimic the sound of birds singing, grows all kinds of poisonous flowers for tea, immune to natural poisons

Pantalone: he can copy someone's signature after seeing it once, makes large anonymous donations to restaurants he likes, has 2 file cabinets for all of Dottore's funding requests

Tartaglia: he can come up with stories on the spot for his little siblings, can backflip and shows it off every chance he gets, his office is a mess but he nows where everything is

Signora: bought an entire makeup company because they discontinued her favorite blush, she had a walk-in closet for her shoes alone, had a massive sweet tooth

Arlecchino: tried makeup once under Signora's pressuring almost killed her when she saw herself in the mirror, uses contacts because one of the kids at the orphanage broke her glasses once, hates how sticky kids get so she made a rule that the kids at the orphanage have to wash up before they touch anything

Scaramouche: has 3 of the same hat incase one of them breaks, would fight Tartaglia as an excuse to beat around a fellow harbinger, also really good at coming up with stories on the spot

ehe~ that was really long sorry about that (//^-^//) anyways I hope you have a wonderful week and stay hydrated :}

Oh you wonderful human being, may God bless you and I hope your phone charges from every angle possible. THIS'LL HELP ME TO MAKE FATUI CONTENT, HELL YEAH. I'm gonna put them in my character list now, thank you very much!

And also, thank you~. Eat and sleep well and stay hydrates too~♡.

#headcanons #genshin impact #genshin #fatui childe #fatui columbina #fatui dottore #fatui capitano #fatui x reader #fatui pierro #fatui harbingers #genshin scaramouche #genshin harbingers #fatui headcanons

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ventiffy · 1 year

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𝟣 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝓊𝒾 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝟣 𝐻𝒸

Basically for each harbinger I give them 1 hc and yes it involves being a relationship w/ them, so basically romantic/fluff hcs. ( I also included The Tsaritsa because why not?)

warning: none, maybe just mention of romance and y/n anyways.(SLIGHT mention of experimentation and blood for Dottore!)

Capitano: He doesn't show his face because he has this massive scar that he doesn't like other people seeing. BUT, when he and his darling are alone. He will take of his mask if his s/o wants to see his face! ♡

Columbina: When her s/o can't sleep she'll hum them a melody in hopes that they fall asleep to it, if not, then she'll stay awake with them doing whatever her s/o wants to do. ♡

Dottore: He isn't afraid to mention all the horrible things he's done through his experimentation but, when his s/o enters the room he'll instantly change the subject if his lover isn't comfortable with blood. If they are then he'll talk about the less extreme ones to them. He doesn't want to scare them! ♡

Arlecchino: As said in my "harbinger as your pen-pals", she is very soft towards her s/o. She only shows this side of her to them, no one else. When her and her s/o argue she will never scream, like Dottore she doesn't want to scare them, so instead of screaming nonsense she'll try to calm her s/o down during these fights. Even sometimes when her s/o is feeling sad she'll give them small drawings of bunnies. (if you read the "Harbingers as pen-pals, you know why I chose bunnies.) ♡

Sandrone: She almost hates it when her s/o is in her lab, she doesn't want them to get hurt! The only thing she likes about them being there is that she gets to see them but, her lab is too dangerous for them. If you're a mechanic or interested in engineering, then she'll happily let you stay for a short period of time if she's not building any dangerous automatons. Maybe she'll teach them a thing or two about being a mechanic! ♡

Tartaglia: When he and his s/o go on a date, it's either going to be one a trip somewhere fun (amusement park for example) or just a place where they can go shopping or a trip to his home in Snezhnaya. When it's going to visit his family him and his s/o are always busy taking care of Childe s' younger siblings. Maybe going outside sometimes for a snowball fight or to just build a snowman. When there's a snowball fight Tartaglia always lets the younger ones win but after some time he won't be as nice (of course while not inuring anybody, he will just test the younger one s' skills!) ♡

Pierro: So like there's a theory that he's from Khaenri'ah.. What if he were to tell his s/o about his experiences there and all the interesting stories and events that happened to him when he was and lived there! I feel like he would definitely describe all the remarkable places of that region and maybe tell his s/o about all the myths and tales he's heard of! ♡

Pulcinella: ALRIGHT SO I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM SO, I don't really expect him to have a s/o but to just be that uncle that comes in when Tartaglia and his s/o (Tartaglia s' s/o) decide to go on a date elsewhere. I feel like he'd be the one taking care of the kids even though Ajax s' parents are still around just to yk, give a hand to the struggling parents.

Signora: No because she would definitely let he s/o borrow her things (mostly jewelry and clothes) like "oh, you need a top that matches your pants? Here take mine, it's perfect for you!" I feel like she'd also fix her s/o s' hair or basically anything that makes her get closer contact with her s/o. ♡

Pantalone: Like Signora, he will also let his s/o borrow his stuff like jewelry and more BUT, if he sees that his s/o is particularly asking for one item that they already asked for a lot of times. He will buy them a pair so that they cant match AND when they do wear it, I feel like he'd also wear his too even though it doesn't match his outfit. ♡

Scaramouche: SO if you read "Harbingers as pen-pals" then you will know I associated him w/ music. I feel like if his s/o is a musician he would love that, they don't even need to be musicians they just need to be able to play an instrument! I feel like together they would possibly play classical songs from Inazuma that he has learned to play when he was wondering around as Kunikuzushi! BUT, if his s/o does not play any instrument. He won't hold back to play Inazuman songs with his own instrument if it means that his s/o will be happy! ♡

The Tsaritsa: I hc her to be a very buys lady! But, she will always try to make time for her s/o. I hc her to always incite them to tea parties to which they will be the only guest (so it will only be her and her lover) I hc the place chosen for the tea party to be somewhat meaningful to her or to her s/o. I also hc it to be very pretty, maybe like an interior garden that her s/o loves? From there, they will chat about what ever her s/o is interested to talk about! Sometimes she'll bring up how she was in her Archon form! She will also talk about the Harbingers and her plans but, when she's with her s/o I hc her to only devote her attention to them and not thinking about other people who aren't her s/o. So, she won't talk much about the Harbingers AND I also hc her to not want her s/o to be affiliated with her troubles so she will only talk about her plans if her s/o is curious about them and decides to question her about it! ♡

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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lol this is the 2/2

ANYWAY REASON #1

we are going back to his akadeymia days for this one :3

he was said the be 'handsome but rigid' and ALOT of girls in the akadeymia did find his looks alluring/appealing. I'm pretty sure somewhere in the winter night lazzo trailer he hates being called young. also! he hates being called handsome. two things you can respect in a humble (insane) man.

his pure and twisted compassion of science is what draws me in personally. the way he stays so utterly dedicated to finding new ways and weaponry to destroy celestia and reign hell on innocent people makes my heart warm💋 /hj. but yes. the way that all he was trying to do was create something modern and new for the people of sumeru yet was denied and rejected by his own nation.

also because he sells his pee as a medicine and i think it's really funny (he made a machine to turn pee into water)

fuck gamer girl bath water dottore piss water my new bff /j

final verdict is: he’s insane and we love that for him. his tragic past and any attempts at a likable character are ruined when we get to collei (and arguably wanderer but i’ll shut up abt scara for now) though.

i like the theory w pierro, that’s interesting genuinely, but there comes a line where even if it’s not his fault he got into it, he still did Fucked Up Shit.

tldr he’s a hot villain (but slightly sadder this time), but we already knew that

#m1d : [chats]#🚬 anon #you didn’t sign but i’ll assume

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heydisneyhiremeplease · 5 years

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“No. I Definitely Didn’t See That Coming.”

Word count: 1,863

Warnings: Reader x Pietro

Timeline: Even though Pietro is still alive, it takes place after Age of Ultron, when everyone is living in the Avengers Facility. Don’t question it.

Imagine key: y/f/c = your favorite color

Your makeup was done, your hair was styled, and Wanda was helping you zip up your dress. “There!” she said from behind you, “You look beautiful!” You smiled and returned her compliment. She had on a glittery dress in her signature scarlet, her hair down around her shoulders in twisting curls. You were in a (y/f/c) dress with your hair done in a way that was sure to draw looks at Tony’s party. You and Wanda had spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready. You both knew that you didn’t need to go all out as you had to be beautiful, but it was fun to giggle and laugh as you got yourselves excited for the festivities.

All that was left was to put on your matching shoes and you could waltz right in, fashionably late of course. You had picked out a pair of gorgeous high heels for yourself. You had never really worn heels before, but you knew lots of women did. How hard could it be? Wanda laughed at you as you quickly discovered that it was actually quite difficult. You swayed to one side, then the other. “Are you sure you don’t want to change shoes?” Wanda asked. You rejected her giggly suggestion. You had waited two weeks to finally put on the gorgeous accessories, which you had found on sale shortly after Tony announced the upcoming bash. There was no going back now.

Wanda helped you walk down the stairs to where the party had already started. You were leaning on her for support, though the two of you did a decent job of hiding it. You appeared to simply be standing close together, like the good friends you were. Suddenly, you felt a breeze, and then a sharp poke behind one of your shoulders. You looked around to see no one behind you. You heard a laugh on your opposite side, and there was Wanda’s twin brother, Pietro. “You didn’t see that coming?” he asked, mocking your gullibility. All the twisting and turning he had caused you to do had broken you free of Wanda’s supportive arm around your waist. Unable to balance on your own, you started to fall sideways. You felt a panic rise in your chest.

But before you hit the ground, you felt a pair of very strong, muscular arms slide around you. You inhaled sharply at the surprise, blindly throwing your own arms around the other person’s neck to further secure the prevention of your fall. You knew Wanda was very tough, and that she had been learning to fight in hand-to-hand combat with Steve for a few weeks now. But Wanda’s arms were not as bulky as the ones you felt under you, nor was she as tall as whomever you were holding onto.

You recovered from the confusion induced by your sudden almost-fall to look up into the face of the one who caught you. You spoke the first words that came to mind, your delayed reply to his earlier question: “No. I definitely didn’t see that coming.” Pietro Maximoff had a stunned look on his face as he held you up only a few feet off the ground. You wondered if perhaps onlooking partygoers thought you were dancing, requiring him to dip you. As more seconds passed, however, it hit you that you should start attempting to stand up soon. But the view from your current angle was rather fantastic: the cheesy disco ball Tony had hung above you cast a halo over Pierro’s silver hair with every rotation. He looked like an angel.

Neither of you were moving or attempting to straighten back up. It seemed as though you had forgotten about the rest of the world until Wanda cleared her throat somewhere nearby. You broke eye contact with Pietro, making it known that you were ready to stand up. He helped you to your feet. You didn’t look at him, just returned to your original place at Wanda’s side, her arm already held out to you. Not sure of what to say, you settled for a lighthearted comment. “Wow, Wanda, you were right about those stupid shoes. Maybe after a while I’ll take them off and dance for a bit.” Wanda didn’t answer. You looked at her, confused by her silence. She was concentrating on her brother, who was now on the opposite side of the room. He must have sped away while you weren’t looking—you hadn’t even noticed his departure. He was looking down at his shoes, hand on the back of his neck. Maybe it was the disco ball again, but his face seemed red. “I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m sorry, Y/N.” she muttered, very clearly annoyed by your recent exchange with her twin.

You wanted to tell her that you were far from upset; actually, you felt happier than you had in quite a while, although you were unsure why. You had always thought Pietro was handsome, and you could usually appreciate his witty one-liners. But you hadn’t pictured the two of you together in any capacity since you first joined the Avengers. You’d known for a long time now that he didn’t seem to be the type who wanted a serious relationship. He was flirty, for certain, but he never seemed to mean it.

You decided to try to forget the incident, for the time being. You let Wanda guide you over to the refreshments to get something to drink. You made conversation with your friends. Peter had convinced his Aunt May to allow him to make an appearance, as long as she was allowed to chaperone. She was gorgeous and had attracted a crowd of big shots in the business industry, any one of whom could promise to make her rich. But her eyes only seemed to be on one man in the room. You wondered if that would ever turn into anything. You smiled at the possibility as Peter came over to say hello.

“Wow, you guys look really pretty!” he complimented. You and Wanda both thanked him. You loved Peter like a little brother. He was always sweet and kind. He got a FaceTime call then, from his friend Ned. He answered it and started waving the phone around the room. You could hear the other boy’s exclamations of wonderment. You and Wanda laughed to yourselves.

After a while longer, you actually did decide to kick off your shoes and dance. Natasha came over and joined you in the ChaCha Slide, the three of you laughing as you bumped into each other every several steps. After that, your favorite fast song started playing and you and Wanda began jumping up and down to it, dancing like you didn’t care who saw. Peter was still FaceTiming Ned, and came over to show him the dance floor. You waved hi to Ned, who could be heard asking if he could come to the next party with Peter. Amused, you and Wanda rolled your eyes.

The song ended, and a slow one came on. At first, the two of you were going to go and get something to drink, all the dancing having made you thirsty. But then Vision came over to ask Wanda to dance. She hesitated, looking at you for permission. She didn’t want to abandon you during a slow song. But of course you motioned for her to go and have fun. As you began stepping off the dance floor, you could hear Vision saying, “I must admit, I have never danced before...” And then came Wanda’s reassuring answer that she had never danced with someone else either, and they could figure it out together. You smiled to yourself at your friend’s strange relationship with the synthezoid.

You were halfway to the refreshment table when you felt a gentle poke behind one of your shoulders. You turned around, not sure what to expect. There was Pietro Maximoff, hand still behind his neck, face still red, eyes still on his shoes. But he was speaking to you. “Umm...I wondered if...maybe...you might...but you don’t have to...ugh, never mind.” He turned away, but you thought you might know what he had been planning to ask you. “Pietro, wait!” you called. You fast-walked the large distance he’d already covered since stepping away from you. “Sure!” you answered, breathless from both the walk over to him and the pleasant nervousness in your chest.

He turned around to look at you, surprised. For a moment, he was still. Then he offered you his arm, which you accepted. The two of you started slow-dancing. Like Wanda, it appeared Pietro wasn’t much of a dancer. But it didn’t bother you. You swayed awkwardly together, mostly watching your feet (you were somewhat afraid of getting stepped on). After a time, you looked up at him. He was staring down at you, smiling. He looked like an angel again, the same silver halo appearing once more. He looked away, and so did you. You felt yourself blush.

The song ended, and he pulled away from you. But he held your hand for an extra moment, longer than necessary. You hoped, just for a second, that he was going to pull you with him to wherever he was headed. But he released your hand, and gave a quick, cheerful nod as he departed. You hoped it wasn’t your imagination that he had a joyful spring in his usually cocky, overconfident step.

You stood where he’d left you, still as a statue. Had that really just happened? Were you asleep right now, dreaming the entire night? Wanda bounced over to you then, a gleeful expression shining on her face. For a moment, you wondered if it was for you. Coming to your senses, you realized she was happy about her own success that evening. “Did you see that?” she asked excitedly. You knew she meant her dance with Vision, which you hadn’t observed. “Yes. I did.” you answered anyway, your eyes trailing on Pietro. He glanced at you from the other side of the room, then abruptly looked down, a smile spreading over his face. Your heart skipped.

Later that night, as you were removing the glamor you’d spent hours applying before the party, you gently placed the infamous pair of heels in their box. You giggled quietly to yourself. These shoes, which you thought you’d grow to hate upon first putting them on, were now one of your greatest treasures. Just then, your phone chimed with a text. You reached up to retrieve it from your place on the floor by the shoe box, your party dress crinkling with the movement.

It was from Peter. He had sent you a picture. When you opened the message, you were shocked to see it was of your dance with Pietro, his angel’s halo showing up on your phone screen. You gasped. A second text came through, this one a typed message: “Caught you guys being gross while I was talking to Ned. 😜 I cropped him out of the screenshot. You’re welcome.” You lifted your hand to your mouth, stifling the wild, giddy laughter before it could bubble out.

Note: This definitely takes place before Infinity War. In my world, Pietro is still alive. This goes out to all the unhappy Pietro stans. I miss him too. So help me, if we don’t see him again in Endgame...

Also: The thing I was hinting about with Aunt May corresponds to the new Far From Home trailer in which they allude to something potentially going on between her and Happy.

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