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veradescent · 2 years

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I want to have a threesome with panty and dotty plz

# BANK NOTICE INCOMING ! ;

p͟a͟n͟t͟a͟t͟o͟r͟r͟e͟ ͟t͟h͟r͟e͟e͟s͟o͟m͟e͟ (featuring gender neutral reader x sub and dom pantalone and dottore)

P.S come talk to me in my asks 🫶🫶 i will love u 4ever and ever

♡︎ ﹔warning : brief hair pulling

# VAULTS

# RECEIPT !

pantalone dottore plz one chance i’ll do anything tumblr crashed on me when i was trying to write this too!! rude af!!!

# DEBT !

smut content — i am 17, please keep this in mind when reading. if that makes you uncomfortable just scroll 🫶

omg omg anon no way me too bc 😭🫶 UGH!!!

both of them would be so superior and teasing i would cry in a good way if they were topping. no i have this image in my head of pantalone scolding dottore bc he keeps “studying you” and muttering shit in your ear about how interesting your body is and slowly slipping his hands under your clothes. pantalone says he thinks he’s being a little too mean…. but he’s enjoying watching it just as much as dottore is. they’d ensure you fall apart and take their time with you. i wanna be between them too 😩 pantalone taking a turn teasing you verbally while dottore takes you from behind- dude probably pulls on your hair and makes you look at pantalone. pantalone gives me the vibes of condescending praise while dottore is just plain amused at all of your reactions.

but also. also!!!! dottore laughs, completely amused and intrigued, whether he’s topping or not. he does get impatient when bottoming and snappy but will get all satisfied when you finally touch him and will shut his mouth. pantalone when bottoming isn’t as condescending or teasing or even praising as he is when he’s topping. he gets drunk on pleasure and lets go of his thoughts bc yk how he is! uptight but so desperate to be taken over.

if u want to talk ab this more anon plz send in another ask bc i could talk ab them 4ever!!

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rereupie · 2 years

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I like to think that dottore cannot handle the unknown/unpredictable things, this is exactly he can’t handle the banker because he breaks his expectations everytime, his predictions fails him when it’s about pantalone. He doesn’t immerse himself with the doctor’s madness and refuses to listen waste his time and energy on bickering with him.

He’s built well and collected.

And this isn’t what the doctor like. So the plan is break the banker. Shatter him and show him how a pawn like him could never fail the doctor’s expectations. Low ones as well. And he’s nothing but a lowly human who’s broken and unable to fix.

#dottore hcs #dottore genshin #pantalone genshin #pantalone hcs #dottolone

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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DADDY'S GIRL !

characters: dad!pantalone & dad!wriothesley

genre: hcs + imagines

a/n: i love wrio's design sb omgomgomg. also pls ignore how janky wrio's icon looks compared to pantalones :(

Pantalone

dad!pantalone, who can't help himself but laugh when his little girl tries to wear his glasses.

"why, look at you." pantalone coo's, finger gently tickling his two year olds stomach while she tries to fit his seemingly oversized glasses onto her small framed face. "just like daddy, aren't you?"

dad!pantalone, who's ever so gentle with his little girl.

dad!pantalone, who buys his little one everything she could ever want.

walking beside pantalone, his little girl wobbles slightly from her thick bubble coat keeping her warm in the harsh winter. they pass a store, and the small girl stops for a moment, noticing a toy through the glass. "daddy?" she calls, pointing at the glass as she waits for her father to crouch down, matching her eyesight. "can i have one?" she asks sweetly, eyes going wide. pantalone smiles, "of course, darling."

dad!pantalone, who lets his teenage girl do his nails and makeup.

dad!pantalone, who laughs to see himself reflected in his teenage girl's personality.

dad!pantalone, who compares his girls baby pictures to her now, smiling when he notices she hasn't changed a bit.

walking down the corridors of his home, pantalone smiled as he saw picture frame after picture frame of his little girl, years seemingly passing in a flash. though, with closer observation, he notices her face hasn't changed a bit - perhaps a newer birth mark, but nothing else. "dad?" he hears her voice. "what're you doing?" she questions. pantalone cocks his head slightly, smiling. "nothing - you just look the exact same in the face." he tells her, lightly tapping her nose in a playful manner.

Wriothesley

dad!wrio, who loves to help his toddler play with her little toys.

"daddy." he hears his little girl call for him, pulling at his index finger for his attention. wrio looks down, noticing her pointing at her dolls and doll house spread across the living room floor, pieces no longer where they were supposed to be. "help me, please." she asks politely.

dad!wrio, who adores it when his little girl curls into a ball in his arms late one night while watching a movie.

eating a handful of popcorn, wrio almost doesn't notice his little girl move the bowl to the table and instead places herself into his arms, face buried into his chest. wriothesley smiles softly, tightening his grasp around her smaller body as he continues to watch his movie.

dad!wrio, who smiles when his teenage girl still comes to him for help.

dad!wrio, who always lets his teenager do his hair whenever she deems fit.

dad!wrio, who always tries his best to model the man he hopes his little girl will fall for.

driving his teenager to her father-daughter dance, wriothesley pulls into the parking lot. "don't touch it." wriothesley tells his teenager, stopping her from touching the car door handle. "dad.." she groans before watching him get out of the car, walking to the other side and opening the door for her. "c'mon, let's go." he says, hand out to help her out.

dad!wrio, who feels his heart melt hearing his possessive toddler yell 'my daddy' for the hundredth time.

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lolitafushiguro · 11 months

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Sway Me More

ー dancing hcs of various genshin men

Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Xiao, Albedo, Pantalone, Dainsleif

Waltz. They live for the romance in the way your bodies sway gently to such music filled with love. They think that slow dances like this allow them to really take all of you in the most romantic, whimsical and elegant way possible. They love the way you look up at them and turn away, a bashful look on your face. And the best part? When they twirl you around. They like making you feel like a princess regardless of your gender.

Alhaitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, Cyno

Sumerian Folk Dance. It's a friendship agreement between the four of them. Alhaitham doesn't dance unless there's you in it. As for the rest, they love indulging in their own cultures, and they (especially Kaveh and Cyno) will drag you into it. They want you to experience what it's like being a part of such a lovely region. They want to feel you enjoying their culture. Sumerian dances make them feel alive, but it becomes even better when you dance with them. You become alive, together.

Childe, Kaeya, Heizou, Aether, Kazuha

Ballroom. Ah, yes. It's the perfect blend of sweetness and liveliness. They love the sultriness of it. If you can't keep up with the pace, they'll do their best to dance with you. So you end up getting twirled around and getting swept off your feet. They can't help it, they just badly love flirting with you and making you flustered. And what if you're a great dancer? It becomes a story of who falls first (They do, and they fall hard for you).

Itto, Venti

Swing. These two are lovers of jazz and chaos. They like losing themselves in the moment with you. With each dance, they want you to feel like the world around you is a blur. They want you to feel like it's just you two in it. Itto teaches you all the grooves, and you end up having random dances each time you see one another. Venti likes dancing with you better when he's had a drink or two. It helps him get in the mood. But you have to watch them both before they get too rowdy.

Wanderer

He thinks dancing is pointless. He'd rather kiss you or take you somewhere nice as a date. But if you push his buttons and ease him into it, he'll pick up something or two. Maybe a little bit of swing or waltz. But honestly, you have to initiate it. Once you get him in the mood, he'll have this small smile on his face ー almost as if he feels free while dancing with you.

ー Lolita

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rrcenic · 25 days

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me whenever i relate to a character: yeahh sorry this ones trans. yeah i dont make the rules. sorry.

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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i’ve reread duality of man so many times, it’s completely captured my brain and i’m literally obsessed with it….. i’m going insane (/pos) imagining how it would feel for childe to learn that he was wrong, he was wrong and if it weren’t for foul legacy, his god would be dead at his hands!! how horrible it would be to learn that the creator trusts foul legacy over him because of his own actions!! FUCK!!!

inversion of fate

a/n: you are so right. target audience. anon is referencing this post.

word count: 1.8k

-> warnings: childe, major spoilers for his lore, imposter au things, it/its pronouns for foul legacy because it’s childe’s perspective

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

< masterlist >

childe doesn’t really see foul legacy as much more than an extension of himself, an extra tool he utilizes in the heat of battle, so to be shown that this ‘tool’ was correct? that his bloodlust had blinded him to the one thing that matters??? OUGH

foul legacy’s emotions sort of bleed into his due to the nature of their bond, so he can feel the genuine love that legacy feels for you and it drives him mad. he can tell it’s being genuine, that the claws swiping a strand of hair from your face are only moved by care, and it’s so irritating to him. he has to just sit there and simmer in the adoration from legacy, and he can’t do anything while you’re being so lovingly cared for by a creature of the abyss, only sit in a body he no longer has control over.

when foul legacy finally urges you to stand, he thinks it’s over. he tracks your direction and hears through abyssal ears, following your movement. he’s ready to go the moment that legacy gives up control.

maybe that’s why the moment never comes.

foul legacy closes its eye, spinning quickly to a seemingly random direction. it navigates solely by its own invisible senses, one’s childe’s brain isn’t wired to receive and decode, and he’s stunned into silence.

why is it going through so much trouble to protect you? surely it knows that even if childe isn’t the one, you’ll be caught eventually, right? it has to know that it can’t control his body forever (can it?) and that eventually he’ll get his revenge. it has to.

childe tries to keep himself oriented as best he can, if only to point others in the right direction, but legacy kept stopping to spin and confuse him. it only opened its eye once the sounds of the harbor reached its ears, and even then, childe found himself near the southern end of the harbor, near where the path split to lead up to the golden house.

he’d found you somewhere near luhua pool. he couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or annoyed that legacy managed to get him here so quickly.

standing on shaking legs, childe stumbled into the harbor. maybe it would be wise to get an agent to walk with him: he was always exhausted after a transformation, and this one was more mentally taxing than most.

in the back of his mind, he swears he can hear a satisfied rumble from the devouring deep.

it was rare that childe received a letter.

folders were common, crossing his desk to report on missions he didn’t order and announce things he didn’t ask about. orders themselves were common enough, ‘letters’ of notice in neat packages, a small box with a map and a card denoting what was to be done. he was familiar with both, as all harbingers were, but an actual letter?

childe spotted the bright blue paper from the moment he stepped into his office, slowly closing the door behind him. as he rounded his desk, he saw the bright gold wax seal shimmered under the light, taunting him from the center of his desk. the room was eerily quiet, the creak from his chair bouncing off the walls and back at him. as he picked up the envelope, the textured paper sparking a memory, the seal suddenly felt a lot more daunting.

the seal of the fatui was also a familiar thing. it was stamped on papers and issued on uniforms, badges and reports embossed with the dark four-pointed star. he had a stamp of it himself, in one of his drawers, though he’d admittedly swapped the usual black ink for a blood red. all the harbingers tended to put their own spin onto their paperwork, usually for ease of filing or to show off. signora had the corners of the seal spiked into flames, licking across orange ink. dottore had his in a variety of shades of blue, wire forming the outer ring.

pantalone had the circles in the star changed to mora.

he flipped it over just to be sure, reading the shining golden scrawl, but the writing in the corner confirmed it was from pantalone, the characteristic cursive ‘regrator’ justifying the weight of the paper. he doubted there was much more than a single page inside; pantalone was always rather concise, even if a touch flowery in the way he did it.

with a sigh, childe turned the envelope back over and fit a nail under the wax, neatly separating it from the textured paper. he pulled the letter out and turned it to the side: only one page, though it felt like three.

a laugh slipped from him. it felt forced. in the back of his mind, foul legacy chittered.

‘shut up,’ he muttered, tossing the empty envelope on his desk.

‘you will not wish for my silence much longer.’

childe paused, a finger under the flap of the folded paper. ‘what does that mean?’

‘what do you think it does?’

he shook off the cryptic response—though it’s been months since he ran into you, it’s been in a mood ever since—and unfolded the letter, beginning to read.

he almost wished he didn’t.

there’s only two paragraphs on the page—succinct as always, he thought numbly—but the paper weighed as much as a mountain in his hands.

it was a letter updating him on the hunt for the imposter. a common source of news for him, who couldn’t personally take part in it due to his foul legacy, but this…

no matter how many times he rereads the cursive scrawl, it refuses to register. the expensive paper wrinkles around where his thumb is pressing into it, his grip tightening with every passing moment in an attempt to combat the shake beginning to set in. the same words glare at him, unchanging, shimmering off the page like an oasis of poison.

he feels legacy crawl out of the cave in his head that it has sealed itself in, finally coming forward into the light of reality that childe is washed in. the abyss stares, inspecting the harsh gleam of truth, the shine that pierces into childe’s eyes and makes them water, the one that doesn’t go away even if he closes them. legacy chitters, almost like a laugh, and the paper finally falls from childe’s hands.

‘we were wrong,’ the paper says.

you were wrong, his mind repeats.

legacy reads the paper, cooing sadly at the news that you’ve been missing ever since zhongli cornered you. you’d slipped away in his shock, and he could feel the way it wanted to chase after you. the barrier between their minds was always rather thin, and he can feel it press against it, the sadness and concern bleeding into him.

legacy pawed at his mind, urging him to let it take over and find you, and childe couldn’t even find humor in the fact that a creature of the abyss was whining at him.

it was his fault. his fault, his, if he had just listened to legacy and to the call in his own heart, if he had stopped and thought like he was told, if he had recognized the fact that legacy would never turn down a fight-

something like pride washed into his mind from legacy but it didn’t register, the overwhelming realization that he’d tried to kill his god driving all thoughts from his mind.

and he would have succeeded were if not for the abyss.

the abyss itself, the liquid poison that clung to his skin and made him dream of stars fallen from the sky, the small part of it that he had to permanently take on to survive, that had been more right than his own mind. the very place known for being bloodthirsty and ruthless, that never turned down a fight and was the first to draw blood, had been kind to you. he should have noticed.

he was wrong. how could he be?

his foul legacy chittered, an equal mix of taunting him and asking to find you.

‘give up,’ it cooed, a bitter edge of false affection around its words. ‘you’ve already done enough.’

he hated that it was right.

he hated that were it not for legacy he would have hurt you further. he hated that he had the gall to try and taunt you, you, the one he’d sworn to devote his life to after he escaped the abyss. you who gave him a form strong enough to handle the devouring deep, you who gave him the strength to stand up and keep on, and he repaid you by hunting you down, claws bared.

and he hated that he would never be able to find you on his own.

‘let me find my god.’

‘my god,’ he weakly replied, but bile quickly rose in his throat. were you? did he even have the privilege of calling himself your follower if the only words he spoke to you were threats? could he call himself faithful when he pressed on after the abyss itself cried for mercy?

‘are you the one they held close?’

childe was going to be sick.

he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he was so awful that you had to turn to the abyss for comfort, his hands were so stained that even the highest of the high recoiled, weapon drawn. you, his light, the one thing that he could always rely on, the sole constant in his life, and he turned his back on you when you needed it most. he had willingly thrown it all away, blindly following a fake that took advantage of his faith. even when all the signs asked him to stop—to think—he had pressed onward, so blinded that a creature of sea and stars could see what he could not.

‘let me find them.’

he stared at his desk, at the work he still had to do, at the letter proclaiming his failure, at the wide window to his left that spanned nearly the entire wall, more than large enough for even his foul legacy, and made a decision.

ajax gave up his body, bitter in the knowledge that the only time he could only see you would be through another’s eyes, and sick in the understanding that it was all his fault.

#i encourage you to laugh at the visual of foul legacy bouncing through liyue like a game of pong to throw of childe. go on. it’s funny.#genshin sagau #sagau #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #childe angst #sagau foul legacy #sagau tartaglia #foul legacy x reader #sagau childe #gn reader #childe #tartaglia #tartaglia angst #genshin x gn reader #gender neutral reader #also hc childe keeps the seals from pantalone and whenever he sends a letter back he fills the envelope with the seals.#i just. think it would be really funny. also hey pantalone gets his wax back so yay recycling(?) every messenger thinks it’s odd though.#to be fair childes already a Strange Character so i doubt they’d think much of it. probably think he’s sending mora which is funny when you #consider the fact that pantalone is like. insanely rich.#it’s like mailing jeff bezos a letter with a fistful of crumpled 1 dollar bills inside #fun drinking game: take a shot every time i use the words ‘foul legacy’ to refer to both legacy himself and childe’s past / reputation #FUCK I FORGOT A TITLE AGAIN SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT #H O W DO I ALWAYS DO THIS FUCK #teddy anon #:)

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bloodblanks · 1 month

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the cadence within [il dottore x reader] — prologue.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through their fourth and fifth ribs. But few men would allow you to just skewer them like that, and Dottore was no exception. So you took the classic route. No, it wasn’t through his stomach; it was through sheer force of charisma alone. However, charisma is shaped like a double edged blade. Pantalone sent you to Dottore’s lab like a flying dagger, and not until it was too late did either of you realize you’d been lodged in his chest.

co-written with noodsies, however, they’re shy and wish to stay anonymous! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain mature content, including explicit sexual acts, violence, dottore himself, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

“Check,” you whispered.

Queen to C6 check, in response to white’s bishop checking on F3. Your D7 pawn guarded your queen, but your bishop was stuck in B8 while his king was vulnerable on A6. His only other piece was a knight on A4.

Did he blunder?

After placing down the chess piece, you glanced back towards him, your eyes searching his face for any readable signs or expressions. There were none, save for the hint of amusement that remained eternally etched into both his features and demeanour.

You mentally sighed. Dottore was as indecipherable as ever, leaving you confused about what to do with the nagging itch that tugged at your heart. You tried to push it aside, to dig a hole and bury the feeling six feet underground where it was never to resurface again, but you found yourself unable to. Instead, you found yourself caving into that emotion, the tension thickening the very air that now felt suffocating to breathe in, each of Dottore’s answers only leaving you with more questions to ask—none of which you should’ve paid any mind to, yet you still couldn't resist, barely holding yourself back from asking the one thing you really wanted to know.

You coughed softly, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“My turn,” you tried to steady your voice and sound as confident as possible, pushing past the dryness in your mouth. “Question nineteen, are you going to continue with your plan?”

It shouldn’t even matter. If you were being rational, you wouldn’t have bothered to ask that; whether or not he planned to continue should not affect your judgement in any way. He had done enough wrong as it is, committed far more crimes than could be excused or remotely justified.

Still, you couldn’t help but succumb to your own weakness, the question leaving your lips alongside a silent prayer that you hadn’t exposed your intentions—be it the one to put an end to him, or the far worse one, the one to give up on your original task. The task you should adhere to, despite your traitorous feelings wanting to get in the way. But you were not strong enough.

Dottore’s silence permitted you to keep ruminating over the same thoughts that had ceaselessly plagued you each time you faced him, the same thoughts that had insidiously grown in intensity throughout your interactions, leaving you to realize far too late that at some point, your actions towards him became genuine.

“Perhaps,” Dottore responded at last. You fought to keep your face neutral, trying your best to mask your disappointment at his answer. As much as you had wanted to, you were unable to deny that you had indeed wanted him to say ‘no.’

As shameful as it was, you pushed for a different answer.

“You’re supposed to answer yes or no,” you stated, keeping your tone light and indifferent.

How ludicrous, you thought. Your job was to pretend to be interested in him, yet here you were, desperately trying to act like you weren’t.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, I can’t do that,” Dottore replied. “The answer is dependent on certain variables.”

“Like what?”

“That’s not a yes or no question.” His face did not betray anything, yet you could hear the smirk in his voice, evident in the satisfaction he spoke with.

“But—”

“—My turn,” Dottore interrupted, and though you wanted to protest, you had to maintain an air of calmness, leaning back in your seat as you waited for him to speak.

“Question nineteen,” Dottore drew out each syllable with emphasis, “you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”

His sentence caused you to freeze, a chill running down each ridge of your spine as you shivered, goosebumps breaking out over the surface of your skin, your hair standing on end as you stared at him, motionless, eyes wide.

That wasn’t a yes or no question. He knew. Dottore knew.

You didn’t need to see yourself to know that blood had drained from your face. There was no need for you to say anything; even if he hadn’t already known, your expression alone would be enough to confirm that everything he just said was true.

“Go on. Why don’t you answer me?” His voice was sharp enough to cut through the pounding of your heart, the pulsating of the organ reverberating in your eardrums being the only sound to muffle the deafening silence of the room.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Dottore continued. Though the syllables reached you, your mind struggled to process the meaning behind them. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Dottore scoffed, indignant.

“I find it rather insulting that you think so lowly of me.”

“N-no,” you scrambled to find the right words. “I don’t—”

“—Is that so?” he said, cutting you off while clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Do you have a more plausible explanation for that gun strapped to your thigh, then?”

Your heart sank, his words the anchor that plunged it into the bottomless pit in your stomach. It felt like the life was drained from your body, rendering it an immobile marionette whose strings dangled from the tips of Dottore’s slender fingers. As if his words were coated in a paralyzing agent, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak further or move an inch. The only reminder that you were still alive was the harrowing thump of your pulse, each beat accelerating faster than the last.

How did he know?

For a split second you wondered if you’d been betrayed, but that was impossible. You had premeditated the perfect plan, meticulously memorized every step, and followed through with flawless execution.

With clandestine sleight, you acquired the perfect trump card—a gun loaded with bullets meant to destroy both visions and delusions. It was exactly what you needed to put an end to him, to put an end to this madness and absurdity. You’d be done with this once and for all. You’d have your old life back; exactly as it was before.

So how?

And what was more pressing than how, was the question of just what Dottore was planning to do with this knowledge. The urgency that question posed was unmatched by anything else, the answer pertaining to whether you would live or die.

You couldn’t help but wince, unable to conceal your expressions any longer. Dottore had seen through it all, seen through all your plans. You were dead, and you could only hope that your death would not be as unpleasant as some of the others by his hand. You knew what he was capable of, and you knew he was capable of far worse.

“I didn’t think so.” Dottore’s words were firm. Unwavering. And in those very seconds you were forced to accept the reality that you were going to die. This was the end.

“Go ahead,” Dottore said, slowly holding out his hands with both palms facing you. “Shoot me.”

What?

“I won’t stop you,” he finished his sentence. You were still gaping at him, but he was gazing back straight into your eyes, unflinching.

“Is this a joke?” you breathed, unable to comprehend what was just said to you.

“Is that your final question?” Dottore returned, his words somehow snapping you out of your daze and paralysis for a split second. You instinctively reacted by reaching to your thigh, pulling out the gun that you had prepared for this very moment and aiming it directly at him.

You tried to still the tremble of your hands as your index finger hooked onto the trigger, tensing it frozen so it wouldn’t pull.

A moment went by.

“Is that all?” Maybe you were imagining things. You had to be, but you couldn’t help but feel his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

Just what was he looking for? Could it be the same thing you sought?

“Allow me my final question, then.”

You couldn’t help but anticipate, that minuscule flame of hope, that lingering spark that refused to be snuffed out, flaring back to life.

“Sure.” Your voice was low, but you knew that he had heard you, nonetheless.

“Question...” Each second felt like it had been split up into millions, leaving you to experience time a microsecond at once. You were breathing heavily, your blood pulsating in your ears and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “...Twenty.”

“There is something stopping you, isn’t there?”

next chapter -> any interactions are appreciated (´･ω･`) thank you very much for supporting my work! ♡

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meowanian · 10 months

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*ೃ༄ maybe loving me’s the reason you can’t love yourself …

summary: your boyfriend, who is a famous idol, thinks you’re just insecure.

warnings: negligent acts, hurtful words/comments, no comfort

it was the nth time that he neglected your dates. he was always saying “oh, i have practice.” or “i’m going out with my members.”

but after a few weeks, it turned out that he wasn’t lying, indeed, but he was practicing with his ex-gf who is clearly still has a crush on him.

“i don’t understand why you are so upset about this. you know how the industry works, right?” he said while looking at his phone.

“no, I am the one who doesn’t understand. people say you choose her to dance with you? when she clearly has crush on you?”

“ah,” he sighed. “it’s just a dance, [Y/N], don’t be insecure.” he said and finally looked at you, with tired eyes.

“i’m not being insecure! you know i never made big deal when you danced or singed with another woman but it’s different this time! she is-“

“can you just shut up and go with it? sometimes you are being unbearable, [Y/N].”

“i am the who is unbearable? maybe i should go and dance with my exes, hm? is it okey with you?”

“[Y/N], don’t start-“

“can’t you just shut up and go with it?” you looked at him innocently. “maybe you wanted this to, huh?”

“you know what, maybe i am.” he said with confidence.

“maybe i don’t want you anymore. maybe i still want to be with her. at least she wasn’t nagging to me every fucking time something she doesn’t like happens.”

“what..?” you said with a trembling voice. “i-i wasn’t aware of what i was saying-“

“but i was, indeed, aware.”

“are you serious?” you said while your eyes are getting watered.

“yes, i am.”

“so was it all a lie to you? all the times you said you love me?”

he didn’t say anything.

“you know what,” you said. “i never lied to you before, i guess my feelings were invalid to you.”

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Qiqi following Pantalone because he looks like Baizhu and she got confused.

Now imagine this Fatui Harbinger wondering why the f is a little (zombie) girl following him around and handing him medicinal herbs and flowers.

Baizhu internally panicking when he sees Qiqi with the harbinger because QIQI NO GET BACK HERE—

Pantalone actually growing really fond of Qiqi. It got to the point where he'd share fatui secrets to her (she'll forget anyway... right?)

"I'm planning to monopolize Liyue's economy, Qiqi."

"Oh. . . okay."

Thinking of Xiao "rescuing" Qiqi from him like a good older brother figure if he ever finds them wandering outside the harbor. Now I'm curious what a Fatui and Yaksha interaction would be like...

#hira brainrot #qiqi #pantalone #baizhu #xiao #fatui harbingers #fatui #genshin #genshin hcs

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capriciousleo · 1 year

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hello!! i just saw your blog like 5 seconds ago haha but im also bored so heres a hc for pantalone:

how many freaking coats the guy has

LIKE WHAT

how big is his closet lmao or does he have like a million of them??

imagine getting matching coats with pantalone though and it being a subtle hint to showcase to the other fatui and harbingers to back off because you’re his and it clearly shows when you’re dripping in his money and clothing :))

probably would also give really good fashion advice too bc damn this man is fancy

more things to consider:

him pulling you into his lap and then smothering you with his coat because its cold and ooo hes nice and warm and toasty

would treat you like royalty despite only using others because it benefits him but he nevers does that to you

Thanks for your ask, anon!!💛 Everyone who reads this, feel free to share your Pantalone hcs too!! I’d love to discuss them.

I think mister has many... many clothes, hence a huge wardrobe of a size of a separate room lmaooo. But tbh idk where he could live- his own place? People assume he has a mansion or something, which for some reason is hard for me to imagine?? But at the same time I really doubt he lives w the rest of the Harbingers... that’s if they even live in the same building. 🤔 I also hc his closet room defo has gold details in it- mans would take pure gold baths if he could.

NOW. I really do like thinking that Pantalone defo would wear their s/o in something that would signify that they belong to him and only him. And he would make sure others know it too. I’m 100% certain he’s possessive. Obsessive... not so much. So yes!! I do agree- sth matching or identifying would totally be on his s/o. Perhaps... it could be a jewelry piece? Hmmm idk I wonder.

For some reason, I feel like Pantalone gives great advices in general, not only when it comes to fashion. I think he’s wise and defo knows how the world around him works- man’s literally built himself on his own. Yes, his morals may be skewed, but... there’s something trustworthy in him. Or that’s me wearing pink shaded glasses and being infatuated *clears throat*. BUT I do feel he would lowk be a tsundere in beginning before he even noticed his s/o. I hc that it’s very difficult to grab his attention unless you are around or above him in social ladder. If you are not falling in that category, but he still notices you... count yourself lucky af.

I also think he’s very tall, around 195 cm, so it would be heaven to hug him *sobs*. Hoyoverse you better make my mans TALL. It would suit him perfectly.

Pantalone would get you out of selfish reasons at first, thinking how he could use you, but with time he would fall for you. And he would even forget his initial reason for getting you now that you two are together. He will provide for you, but, ofc, he will also expect things in... return.

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lonely-vault-boy · 1 year

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

Featuring:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Spoiler: it did not)

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

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

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

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

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

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suicide-with-dazai · 5 months

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"nor tartaglia or childe ."

tartaglia had always been completely swoon for you . it wasnt until you started calling him ajax that he knew he was in love .

"im baaaack~!" you sing , almost comically as you return to your shared home . with the slam of the door shutting and the rustling of the various trinkets in your hand , he awoke from his brief nap on the sofa .

"i bought you somethinggg~" you added playfully . piquing his interest as he stands up to stretch .

he looks over to you , drowsy yet a look of interest plastered on his face . you rush over to him with what looks like a bouquet of flowers and various other things in your other hand .(from his recently awakened state - he wasnt completely sure)

youve always been one to spontaneously hit the markets in town and return with many things you know you dont need - yet you want them , and they make you happy . so wheres the harm ?

after placing a small kiss on his forehead , you hand him the bouquet of cecilias , he raises and eyebrow - hes never been gifted flowers , of course .

"i love you ajax~"

he hopes you dont notice , but his face freezes for a second , and tears threaten to fall - youre unsure why (whether it be the sudden show of affection or the love hes feeling right now) , so you just wrap your arms around him and lean your head on his shoulder , still holding the rest of the gifts .

youre wrong about it though - not only was it the flowers , it was mainly the fact that you called him ajax . his birth name . the name which was not affliated with any of his other identities . oh how cruel he had been . but you saw past that , you saw past the sinful acts of childe , the blood on the hands of tartaglia . no - you saw him for him . him as a person . ajax , just ... ajax .

"ah- haha.. thank you" ajax sniffles , wrapping his unoccupied hand around you , his voice an the verge of breaking , trying to muster a composed laugh .

but you hear it . oh , you heard it .

you hear the sadness .

no...

shock ?

no-

the complete thankfulness and gratitude from the unexpected show of appreciation for everything hes ever done for you . you heard it alright - every way hes ever made you feel . every deliberate touch from him . it almost makes him melt the way you pull back and look into his eyes with your trademark genuine and loving smile on your face .

he wipes away the tears which threaten to fall , you didnt even need to ask - you know . you know why hes feeling this way .

"i... love you too.." ajax suddenly hugs you again , placing the bouquet onto the side table . he was thankful - really he was . just ... happier , more than anything .

the other gifts can wait , you thought . right now , you just wanted to make him feel loved .

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meisene · 2 years

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Pantalone Dating HC~

A/N: I swear he’s so fine i couldn’t help but make hcs. Dear lord that trailer was bad for the heart

- He’d probably be the type to call you darling or my love.

- Not much into PDA but gives some slight affection every now and then.

- Kisses doesn’t happen too often. You’re the one that mostly does it, but when he does do it, he kisses you the least you expect it. He’d chuckle at your flustered face afterwards.

- His love languange is definitely gift giving. He’s often busy with the northland bank so he sends some small things like as flowers, letters, and such.

- Hes rich, as in rich rich. He’d buy you anything you want, just name it and you get it.

- Sometimes, he does ask for compensation… if you know what i mean…ehem ehem…

- On some nights, you like to spend it basking in each other’s presence, it could be a nice peaceful walk under the moon’s glow or perhaps a slow dance in the living room.

- He allows you to watch him work if you asked him, you eventually fall asleep though while waiting for him to finish. He’d sneak in some small glances to you as signs some papers

#pantalone x reader #regrator #genshin impact #genshin hcs #Pantalone #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader

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shroomi1e · 2 years

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realistic reasons why genshin men are undatable

pt. 2 ft: ayato, scaramouche, dottore, pantalone, heizou, venti (part 1)

cw: light cursing, mild violence

a/n: WOO IM BACK FROM HIATUS🥳 im treating this as a warm up and just kinda throwing it out there, ill start working on more content so stick around for that :)

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ayato

well....

he's incredibly overworked, constantly running around trying to carry his clan and the yashiro commission on his shoulders

and him being a powerful person, it's likely that you'd be put in constant danger from those who want his position

he might be overprotective because of that, and would very much like to stick to your side 24/7 but obviously he can't

so try to get used to having bodyguards and the shuumatsuban tailing your ass all the time

but on a lighter(?) note: he probably plays really dumb pranks on you☠️

we already know that he's into seeing people struggle and squirm

so i can imagine he purposely sets things up to make you uncomfy or make it easy for him to tease you

he's still very much a gentleman so he won't push it too far but... that doesn't change the fact that he's a sadist

he's not as bad as diluc or childe, but he definitely needs some getting used to

scaramouche

well for starters, he greatly lacks in emotional capacity, he might not even tell you he has feelings for you

he's definitely bossy, does NOT want to be told what to do, even if it's "kind suggestions", he will not be tolerating anything

because of this, it might be difficult when trying to teach him about romantic relationships, he just kinda does whatever he wants to protect his pride

i feel like he'd also be rly pissy, he probably throws tantrums over the littlest mistakes or inconveniences

not to mention he's possessive, i can definitely see him as a more yandere-ey type

so say your final goodbyes to your friends and family because it's likely you're not ever seeing them again☠️

but before you lose hope! if you manage to get on dottore's good side, he might just help you do a factory reset on him

but then it wouldn't be the little electro gremlin we know and love, so you're better off just trying to change him by yourself (you can't)

dottore

i feel like he's similar to albedo, except he's sociopathic and a little more cynical

it's pretty obvious, he's experimented and hurt countless numbers of children and god knows what else

his experiments are on par if not worse than alice's experiments

dottore is most likely desensitized from this and rarely worries about your safety, brushing it off by saying, "I can fix it later"

but if we get past all the dark stuff, he's probably a nerd. a huge nerd.

since he was always an outcast and has been lonely for a while, I can imagine him rambling about his project for hours and hours on end

gets really really excited and happily tells you about how he's successfully chopped someone's limbs off☺️🥰

(I mean it's lowkey cute but like...)

he's always been shamed for what he does, so when you finally accept him he is determined to never let you go. ever.

keeps you around at all times, you're almost like a doll to him

he has some redeemable parts, idek at this point to be honest

pantalone

as of now, the only information we have on him is the harbinger trailer so this one is a little difficult

since he essentially manages the finances of the fatui, he's rich, even more so than childe

holds money to a very high regard, thinking it can solve and fix any problem

of course money can work in many situations, but rarely does it ever solve relationship issues

will give you gifts and money and other luxuries, but never sacrificing anything else for you

if you complain about him not giving enough affection or time to you, he'll simply state that he is indeed giving his love to you, just in a different form

has a hard time understanding that not everyone thinks about money like he does

he has good intentions and genuinely believes that throwing luxury items at you will convince you that he loves you

but unfortunately he's very set in his ways, i believe it will take some time for him to understand and relate to you

i think he is definitely better than childe, scara, and dottore

as of now it is assumed that he hasn't committed any violent or heinous crimes other than corrupting other nation's economics

heizou

he's perfect.

venti

he's the type to just sing anywhere and everywhere, it's tolerable since he's a great singer but itd be lowkey embarrassing

drunk 24/7

an extremely heavy drinker, always reeks of wine/alcohol whenever he walks by

requires assistance for when he blacks out while drinking, sobering him up will be a routine

but on a more serious note, he is an archon, an immortal being, while you're a human

much like zhongli, he might not even consider staying with you

he is the god of freedom, and the last thing he'd want is for you to be chained down to a relationship with someone like him

will respect your wishes if you insist on staying by his side, it just hurts knowing that you'll age and grow while venti never looks any different from the day before

even as an archon, he has his own issues to, such as his trauma from losing his friend

you could work him through it, though it might be difficult since he's lived with it for thousands of years

you might also fix his drinking problem if you work out his dead-friend trauma, you'd have to have his trust though

he is most definitely messier than zhongli, but i can see him being a genuinely kind person minus his chronic alcoholism and messy trauma

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artful-aries · 11 months

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Hi! :) You're welcome, I like how you HCs are so thoughtful and fit the characters! The flirting one was especially good! Oh, do you have any Pantalone asks waiting in your inbox or planned posts that include him? If not, could you do a "How They Flirt With You" and/or "General SFW/NSFW" heandcanons for him please? I really liked the posts you did for these with the other characters, so I'd love to see your take on it with him! :) If you'd like to btw, no pressure if you feel like writing other stuff at the moment!

FINALLY GOT AROUND TO THIS ONE SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT please enjoy :3

Minors, if you read the NSFW stuff anyway that’s on you (¬_¬)

Pantalone: General Dating Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

SFW:

Some call him the rizzler He is very good at giving you attention and making you feel loved. He’s not exactly sappy or hopelessly romantic with it, but his affection has more of a sultry tone to it. It’s like he views it as a competition, making sure that you see that he is the only one who can love you like you need to be loved

A lot of it stems from his sense of pride; he has to be the best in all of his endeavors, including being a lover

Anytime he goes anywhere, so long as it isn’t dangerous, Pantalone is going to have you practically attached to his hip. The man likes demonstrating his wealth, and you are no exception to this. If anything, you’re his most prized possession, and he’ll be damned if he’s just going to hide you away and not show you off

That being said, he is going to buy you immaculate outfits for you to wear whenever you two go out together. He’s not going to force you to wear something you don’t want to, but his pride swells if you greet him in that outfit he bought for you

This naturally makes him pretty possessive of you, but not in the violent jealousy type of way. He’s the type to tighten his grip around your waist, or altogether pull you away to have some words with you, especially if you’re trying to make him jealous. Pantalone won’t let that slide, so he’ll take the time to remind you that you’re his, and that no one can measure up to him

Aside from when you’re making him jealous, he likes a moderate amount of PDA; he’s not going to full on make out with you while walking down the street, but he makes sure to be touching you in some form or fashion. His go to is to wrap his arm loosely around your waist or shoulders as you two walk together

Dating him will mean that you get anything your heart desires; expensive jewelry? It’s already on your dresser before you can even ask. Exquisite food? Pantalone will take time out of his busy schedule to take you to the best restaurants in Teyvat. He’ll let you order the entire menu if you asked, even though he knows there’s no way you can finish everything

He just loves to spoil you, and why shouldn’t he? You’re precious to him, and it wouldn’t make sense to not share his vast wealth with you

His vice is that he can get a little too possessive sometimes, to the point he will overstep and make decisions for you. When you express your displeasure he will learn to back off a bit. He does realize that he can’t just treat you like an extension of his belongings, but he does it occasionally out of habit, which he makes up for with apology gifts and affection

All in all, he’s a pretty considerate lover, especially since spoiling you also happens to boost his own ego. Yet somehow Pantalone never manages to be grating with this behavior, he skirts the line between complete confidence and total arrogance

NSFW:

Pantalone is confident in all endeavors, and that does not end in the bedroom

For your first time together he will be gentle, but it’s mostly because he’s taking the time to learn exactly what makes you quiver, moan, and scream in pleasure

After the first time, you’re in for a wild ride. He can get down and dirty with the best of them. Spanking, choking, degradation, pretty much anything is fair game so long as you express interest and he plays the dominant role.

He will always have to be in control; this isn’t to say he won’t let you treat him by sucking him off or riding him however you want, but ultimately the power will be in his hands. He’s just kind enough to let you have your fun every once in a while, but tease him too much and he’s wresting the control from you before you can even blink

Needless to say, he makes sure to establish a safe word just in case he ever gets too into the role. He likes to mix pain and pleasure, but it’s never his intention to cross the line

He’s not the most flexible guy out there, but he makes up for that by being able to easily manhandle you and fold you up like a slut to get the best position possible. Since he doesn’t have a vision, he takes pride in being physically strong

His favorite position is having you bent over his desk as he absolutely rails you. Sometimes when he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he’ll have you try to read out reports for him as he pounds into you, finding a way to punish you every time you mess up reading. He just likes the excuse to punish you during the act since on the whole you’re usually pretty compliant with his wishes

Without fail, Pantalone will always leave a hickey on your neck, just a little bit below your jawline. It’s just one, as he thinks too many would be a little tacky, but it’s almost like it’s his calling card, his own personal seal to mark you as one of his possessions

It’s not the only hickey he will leave on your body though, it’s just the only visible one. It turns him on to know that just underneath your clothes is the evidence of how he completely ravaged you, and it’s a sight for his eyes and his alone

Something that makes Pantalone go absolutely feral is whenever you touch his thigh or sit in his lap. The intimacy of the act alone is enough to send his mind straight to the gutter, and he’ll be even more eager if you sweetly bat your eyelashes at him while doing so

Like with everything else, if he’s not the best then he isn’t satisfied. Though he loves being dominant and acting like he only cares about his own pleasure, he’s not going to stop until he has you in a complete mess. Even when you’re begging for a break because you’re so overstimulated, he’s not going to stop. If you didn’t like it, then you’d be using your safe word, wouldn’t you?

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #reader insert #genshin imagine #genshin impact headcanons #pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin hcs #genshin impact imagine #not sfw

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