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Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope
(pt. ??) Alhaitham, Dottore, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader
fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’
A/N: hi anon!! thank you for being so patient w me and for being so sweet </333 T T i hope you like this~~ if you want me to do part2 for anyone else let me know!! I only did it for zhongli and pierro teehee bc i also wanted to add alhaitham and dottore (i hope that is alright~~)
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- yandere!dottore // dottore is his own warning -
NSFW // LIGHT SMUT (pierro+zhongli)
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Alhaitham
“I will be home after sundown, habibti." Alhaitham places a gentle hand on your shoulder after he stands up from his chair at the dining room table. He lowers his head with a slight dip of his neck to place a kiss on the crown of your hair. “Be good today.”
And then he is gone.
Months have passed since your husband began staying late after work. You don’t understand it in the slightest, he hates doing unnecessary tasks. The entire time you’ve known him, courting and beyond, Alhaitham has always spared time in his day for his interests. One day, he even told you that his favorite part of each day was settling down to read. He likes to live a carefree and relaxed lifestyle, so staying late in the Akademiya seems like the complete opposite of that.
Regardless, you bear the weight of your suspicions and ignore it.
You focus on being the docile wife you were advertised as and focus on your housework. In truth, your arranged marriage could not have gone any better. Despite your parents parading you around, you somehow found the most laid-back candidate who suited your needs to a t. Every night you thank the Lesser Lord Kusanali for such a kind husband, who lets you come and go as you please. You would have probably hired a hit on your parents, as opposed to never speaking with them again, if they married you away to a cruel man.
However, housework only keeps you busy for so long and before you know it, it is ten am and you have finished everything that you wanted to do for the day. You could go bother your husband’s old roommate or have a meal with your friend but, you notice that Alhaitham left his lunch today. The neatly prepared and packed lunch is still sitting on the counter where you left it. He must have forgotten to grab it.
With ignorance only Alhaitham could have installed in you, a result of keeping you in the dark for so long, you head toward the Akademiya. However, you regret it once you speak with his co-workers.
“Alhaitham is not here today.”
“Your husband? He didn’t come in this morning,”
“I heard he was heading to Port Ormos after speaking with the Gauhar.”
Through your dejection, you braced a kind smile and thanked them all before heading back home. What could your husband possibly be going to the port for? He’s not a student anymore, there’s no reason for him to be going there.
Unless someone else is there.
You stubbornly try to shake that negative thought out of your head as you walk through the marketplace. As if Alhaitham would commit something of adultery, he doesn’t show interest in anything or anyone.
Perhaps, you will have to speak about this with him when he returns home.
Returning home that night was not something Alhaitham did. In fact, he did not return back to you for two nights and only appeared on the third morning of his disappearance.
To say that you were upset would be an understatement and your husband was able to see it the second he walks in through the door.
“(Y/N), I know I have been gone-”
“Where have you been?” You don’t give him the chance to begin with the sorry apologies as you cross your arms over your chest, you get straight to the point.
“It was for the Akademiya, I cannot discuss the matters with you and you know this.” He sounds sincere enough, there’s a tiredness to his words that you can’t pinpoint. “I wanted to check in with you before I returned.”
“Check in with me?” You scoff and start to look at him as if he had grown three heads. “Check in with me before returning to your mistress?”
“My mistress?” Alhaitham raises a subtle brow and keeps a straight face despite the amusement growing in his chest.
“Why else have you been gone so long? Staying out so late? I’m not a fool and personally, I don’t care about who else you see.” You lie straight through your teeth, lie until you choke. Alhaitham sighs before stepping closer toward you.
“I really cannot share the details of this assignment just yet, you have to believe me, habibti.” He gently cups your shoulders, giving the area a soft squeeze before soothingly running over the planes of your back. “Listen to me when I say that I would never think of betraying you so cruelly.” And, before you have a chance to react, Alhaitham lowers his face to brush his lips against your ear. Vulnerability spills through his every word. “Please do not act so indifferent about the matter of us, I want you to care as freely about me as I do you.”
Smoothly, his hand cups your face and tilts you his way.
“No matter what thoughts you may come up with on your own, trust the logic that I love you.”
Dottore
“The Doctor will return from his mission sometime next week, perhaps during the beginning of the new moon-”
During the message personally delivered from your husband by a trusted subordinate, you can’t help but audibly groan.
“Why must he ruin my entire week with his presence? Did he specifically plan to return on Monday? Why couldn’t he have come back the following Saturday or Sunday?” You place your pen down with great irritation and with it, the notebook you were writing in slams shut. The large Fatui soldier stares down at you, quite flabbergasted by your actions. At the lack of response from your maids, he continues.
“Well, The Doctor wanted to spend some time with you before his next mission-”
“You’re kidding?” This time, you stand up and slam your palms against the strong wooden desk. Hatred and frustration flow through your veins, nearly choking you by your throat. “When you receive word that he is on his way, within a day away from me, then you will come back here and tell me. Understand?” You and your shorter frame could not nearly pose up to the Vanguard standing before you but, given the status of your esteemed husband, you can speak with him and any other solider of your choice however you want.
“Yes, my lady.” He offers a respectful bow before leaving your office and does not flinch under the intensity of your unwavering glare.
“My day is ruined.” You hum and try to calm yourself down by rolling out your shoulders. Within an instant your close friends (the maids assigned to you by your beloved) are by your side, offering you their condolences and support. “We must prepare for the torture that his arrival is ensured to bring. Where are my earplugs?”
Each day that follows, you work alongside other members of the house to prepare the cozy home that your husband chooses to reside in. Cozy is a cute way of describing it, this castle that hides within the mountains is anything but cozy. It’s large and empty but, you rather enjoy all the empty space that provides shelter when you’re hiding from your husband.
In the midst of your breakfast later in the week, you’re interrupted by another announcement.
“My lady, The Doctor will arrive-”
“What do you want?” You scowl and push your plate away, lowering your utensils before standing up from your chair. Now, just like your week and the ones that follow, your meal is ruined too. “I do not care when that wretched vermin will arrive. Tell me when he is here and leave me alone.”
“That is the thing, my lady, he is here early.” As one of the Legionaries beside the previous Vanguard steps to the side, your husband moves in front of you. He stands tall on the other side of the long dining room table and you have half a mind to sprint for the door. “I did not have time to issue the previous warning you asked for.”
“Warning? Is that how you speak of me when I am not around?” Dottore tilts his head slightly before slowly walking around the table. You try not to shake as he corners you, hands braced behind his back. “Oh? Where has your attitude gone? Down the drain with your fight?”
He doesn’t have to remove his mask for you to see the sneer on his face, the anger that is sure to be littering his features.
“Dear,” You nervously greet him, offering a pathetic smile that does little to hide your nerves.
“Sweetheart,” He greets back just as gently but, you can see the tension in his shoulders. “I must confess that I was thinking we would spend time with one another before my next trip to Sumeru but, now I'm not so sure.”
But? You mentally pray and pray to the Tsaritsa that he changes his mind and ditches you altogether, that he leaves you alone again for months on end. Anything would be better than facing his wrath.
“I don’t think we need to see one another for a while.” He waits for you to let out the breath you were holding in, to sigh in relief, before gripping your jaw with his gloved hand. “I think it would only be fair since you’ll now be coming with me to Sumeru. We can spend the entire trip together, side by side. Finally, you’ll be able to see my work up close and not just from your timid frame in the lab doorway.”
You can’t hide the way your lip begins to quiver, eyes filling with tears. That is the last thing you would ever want.
“Aren’t you excited, my wife? You must be since you’re near bursting into tears!” He mocks you until your soul breaks, until the farthest place you could ever be from him is no longer far enough. “If this is how you act when we are apart then, you will never be from my side ever again.”
Pierro
“You are a blessing,” Pierro murmurs lowly as his hands delicately sculpt your sides, gently he presses into your skin with his thick fingers. “a divine creation.” Like this, he worships you. His lips lightly trail between the valley of your breasts as he ascends up your body. “Hundreds of years have passed since I’ve felt this alive.”
Pierro slowly drags his lips up your throat and over your jaw to hover above your lips. His breath fans your chin, teasing you with his close proximity. He laughs when you tilt your chin in an attempt to kiss him, but it fails.
Regardless of how you care for your husband outside of your shared bedroom, you always love him inside of it.
“Please,” Your quiet voice sounds like a melody to the older man and he nearly sighs at the sweet tone. This is all he has ever desired, you wanting and yearning for him. He knows his words will never be enough to get this point across, ever.
With a light hand, the man brushes any lingering strands of your hair out of your face. He stares down at you with lust-filled eyes before cupping your jaw with his large palm. Subtly, Pierro tilts your face upward and meets your lips in a passionate kiss. As he presses his mouth against your own, applying just the correct amount of pressure, his thumb gently strokes your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss, one that leaves you breathless and wanting more.
Before he can catch himself and reel in his self-restraint, Pierro cups your breast. Your arms loop around his neck, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders as he fondles and squeezes at your chest. The constant stimulation only makes you greedier for more and your hips create a mind of their own as you roll slowly upwards against his pelvis.
“My wife,” Pierro groans, pulling away momentarily to catch his breath. His voice sounds shaky as he tries to fight back the overwhelming desire to just take you right now. “enough, before you make me do something I’ll regret.”
The first of the eleven Fatui harbingers thinks he has himself under control finally, that he will be able to continue but then you glance up at him. In your young eyes, mischief shines brighter than the life in his own.
“It’s alright if I don’t regret it, don’t you think?” And then you kiss him once more. You yank roughly on his neck, catching him off guard, and pull him down again.
The growl that leaves your husband is animalistic. His sharp reflexes snap at your wrist, pinning you effectively to the bed without much room to move. The kiss of his lips, once sweet, turns possessive and greedy as he presses you into submission. With little fight, you obediently fall right into his open palms with your lips parting at the slightest jut of his tongue.
Skillful hips roll against your own, Pierro’s hard cock grinds into your clothed cunt and the sensation against your sensitive clit makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. When you start failing to kiss back, Pierro makes his attack. He squeezes your wrists and shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing and taking all that you will give him. Your thighs are beginning to burn against the stretch of being spread for his muscular waist but, the pain is dulled over at each slot of his hips.
Your pitiful whimper pulls him from his conquest and Pierro remorsefully separates himself from your lips.
“I need you,” Your whisper does not fall deaf on his ears, Pierro hears every single word. No matter how much you make fun of the older man, poking at his true age, he’s sharpened every one of his skills beyond their years.
“I know, my beloved, I know what you need.” His hands make you sigh out loud as they run up and down your waist, breathy moans leave your lips. “Do you understand the affection that I hold for you? Are you aware of the effect you have on me?” Pierro closely watches your reaction, stares as you keep your eyes closed and don’t so much as flinch at his words. You simply hum and lay like a blessing against his sheets. Now, the older man lowers his lips to your stomach and presses his mouth into your skin. He gently creates a path to the band of your panties with each kiss getting heavier than the last.
“One day, you will understand the true extent of my feelings.”
Zhongli
Lately, you’ve been worried about your husband. Your concerns are nothing new or anything revolutionary but, you can’t speak about it to your friends or others who are unaware of his godly status. To deal with the matter, you sought out the one person you could discuss the matter with, one of the people who know him better than you do.
“I’m worried about Zhongli,” You sit patiently at the stone table, in your husband’s seat as you confess your inner feelings to the cloud retainer.
“Zhongli?” The bird rolls her eyes, tasting the name on her tongue before it clicks. “Morax. What is there to be concerned about? Foolish girl, he adores you.” The cloud retainer raises a judgmental brow at your timidness as she pours you a cup of tea. She sits down with an elegance that makes you feel small in her presence. Still, you proceed.
If any of the adeptus are going to listen to you, it’s her. If there is a single one that you can trust, it is her.
“Isn’t that the problem?” Truthfully, you have been worried about the upcoming and unforeseen future. You’re always worried about it. Not that you will disappear soon but, mortal lives are nothing compared to that of an adeptus. How will he fare when you pass? How can you prepare him for it? “What will happen to him when I inevitably-”
The aged bird cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence.
“Speaking of such circumstances when they are nowhere in the near future will only come back to bite you.” Cloud retainer quietly sips at her drink, leaving a few moments of silence between the two of you before she sighs. “Fully cherish the time you have with him, that is the only piece of advice I can offer you.”
And that is as far as you go with her on the matter, the conversation was over.
Still, in your heart, you weren’t satisfied with the answer.
It continued to bug you even as you tried to ignore it, even as you tried to cherish the time you have with the immortal.
“How are you today, my dear?” Every single day when he returns, Zhongli finds you and presses a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s a kind gesture that always makes you melt into the palm of his hand.
It also, more often than not, always leads to something else. Something more intimate.
“Would you forgive me if I said that I missed you today,” Zhongli’s low voice fills your senses and clouds your mind, leaving you barely unable to think. Now pressed into the couch with your husband over top of you, protectively holding your thighs over his hips, all you can do is take everything that the god has to give you. “I’m often missing you when you are away.”
His pure confessions make your gut twist in an uncomfortable way.
“Will you be okay when I am no longer here?” You whisper, letting the words spill into his ears as you hide your face in his neck.
Zhongli stops his movements. The gentle, smooth thrusts of his hips come to a standstill as his hands lower from your thighs. He places a palm beside your head and pulls back enough that he can look at you.
“I will never be the same without you.” The raw emotion in his features and the distinct vulnerability in his eyes cause tears to well up in your eyes. “But, I will continue to live. Your memory will keep me alive until we can be reunited again.” His gentle touch comes up to wipe at your tears as his thumbs brush over your cheeks. “I don’t want you to be worried about that just yet, okay, my gem?”
Softly, Zhongli presses his lips against yours and it muffles the sob that leaves your lips.
You tighten the grip that you have on his biceps, digging your fingers into his skin as your lips open for his tongue.
“I love you, I will always love you forever.” He murmurs into your cheek before kissing over your eyelids. Smoothly, his hips pick up a slow pace once more and you gasp loudly. The sound makes your husband laugh, gently shaking as he presses his forehead against your own. “If I had my way, we would have met earlier and you would never part from my side.”
In every touch, he portrays how much he loves you. There is an ‘I love you’ in the press of his fingers against your hips. There is an ‘I love you’ in the skillful roll of your hips and there is an ‘I love you’ in the gentle kiss of his lips.
Yes, Zhongli is sure he will always love you. Even through grief and mourning, he will never forget the feeling of loving you.
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gimmie a rough time
can we just… just imagine the soft boys getting rough, like dark eyes, serious tone, cocky grin and all… omg thoma with a cocky ass grin as he commands you what to do.. ahh~<3
please enjoy! i did! ⭐️
you held your legs open, digging your nails into the back pits of your knees as you tried to keep quiet as your husband directed. felt your hole being constantly stuffed with his cock, the sticky mess of his lust for you coating part of his pelvis and your thighs, your core puffy and inflamed from his onslaught of ministrations.
you felt your brain falling apart, keeping your focus on the deep color of his eyes, how they bored into you as he utterly filled you, driving you crazy with how slow and dramatic his thrusts were; pulling all the way out slowly, then slamming back into you for his cock to kiss your deepest walls, fluttering around him to try and suck him in more.
you hadn’t realized he pulled his head close to your ear and picked up your head until he was whispering to you.
“god, you must really like being used darling, cuz’ you’re fuckin’ soaked!” he teased, his fingers tweaking at your nipple.
you squealed and bit your lip, shutting your eyes and feeling your orgasm build up.
“that’s it,” you husband huffed. “go ahead and cum for me. cream around my cock, make a mess of yourself.”
your orgasm flooded your system like a rivulet, a deep heat filling you before being coated by a serene cooling. you shook for a few moments before your legs came undone from your hands.
your husband sat up and clicked his tongue.
“you’re so fucked out, i have to do everything… well that’s okay.”
he grabbed your ankles, pushing them back to your ears and beginning to brush his thumb against your clit.
omg… Thoma, Kazuha, Heizou, DILUC, TIGHNARI, Cyno, Aether, Pierro
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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers
Pairings: Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader
PIERRO
When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.
Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.
With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.
The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.
Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.
PANTALONE
If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.
So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.
But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.
When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking. Your
At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.
But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul.
He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him. Not even in your dreams.
It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.
You immediately blacked out.
When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms.
Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.
DOTTORE
If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken. You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.
The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.
When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.
You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.
When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you.
It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin. You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin.
Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.
Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.
Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.
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M-maybe pierro with fertility goddess...? Pls hear me out! Since he's from khaen'riah he propably didn't believe in gods too, but after the cataclysm that left his country a ruin and killed his people, pierro found himself to be completely alone for centuries with no one to turn to
He was already old and he felt that the weariness of endless travel was getting the best of him, he wasn't the young warrior anymore that could endure everything that was thrown at him, he knew that if he continued on like this he'd die an honorless death by the hands of cold, some beast or even a bandit
And so he continued onwards until finally strength left him and he collapsed under a strangely green tree, almost heavy with its fruit but he was too weak already to even reach out to it before finally accepting his embarrassing fate
Except that when he woke up there wasn't the endless darkness he expected, there wasn't cries and flames of the abyss, no, there he was laying on something soft and warm, somethijg that was caressing his beard and sickly pale face as he groggily took everything in; he saw a bountiful lush green garden, filled with exotic greenery and animals, the soft glow of multiple candles and floating orbs of light giving the place an eternal glow in the starry night, and pierro finally looked up to see you, the most beautiful girl he ever saw and he quickly realised that the warm soft thing he was laying in was your fluffy warm lap and you were caressing his face with a soft smile on your full lips
Pierro swore that he died and this is afterlife he most certainly didn't deserve but your lovely voice assured him that no, he didn't die but when you found him under one of your shrines, the tree, he was close to it so you, as the goddess of fertility and life took the dying man in and nursed him back to health
I'm sorry for this monster but just the thought of a most revered and loved fertility goddess reader taking in cold, stoic old man pierro and saving him from death and the jester himself warming up to you and your kindness and eventually deciding that if he really was to spend eternity as an immortal there was no better place than with you, the most beautiful softest being, and even he couldn't help but desire you, eventually desperately wanting to father your babies and be the best husband/protector of his new family💕💔
I’M HEARING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR I ADOREEEE THIS OMFG don't apologize for the length of ur asks, i loooove long asks i analyze them like a school textbook fr. oh this is so good...
fem reader, reader is described as busty, curvy, and chubby, breeding, pregnancy, and lactation below! let me know if i missed a warning.
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i like to imagine fertility archon as the spitting image of so many things— aside from the obvious, of course. i feel like she just has this certain air about her that encourages comfort and absolves you of all your worries and anxieties, y'know? being around her is like sitting in front of a fireplace or wrapping a blanket around yourself; it's instant comfort and safety and it just feels like... home. you all know the phrase "they feel like home"— that's the kind of vibe i want for fertility archon reader. she just feels like home.
nobody can attest to that fact more than a man who has, quite literally, lost his home— sure, you could make the claim that a man who has no home would consider just about anything a suitable replacement, but it's not like that. it's not about clinging to a semblance of safety and security after wandering aimlessly for so long, it's not about the ol' "taking what you can get" nor is it about beggars not being able to be choosers, and it's not about desperation. amidst all his exhaustion, dehydration, starvation, and delirium, there's one thought that stands out clear as day in pierro's mind— that you're home.
that's what he felt the moment he first looked up at you from your lap, and it's what he's felt ever since. to be met with the sight of a sweet, almost... angelic (which is very high praise coming from someone from khaenri'ah, mind you) being looking down at him rather than the sight of destruction, ruin, and war came as a great relief for pierro. better yet, it's like all the pain he previously felt in his weary body has completely vanished... his joints were no longer stiff, his back no longer aching, and his head no longer pounding upon waking up again after passing out. fascinating... did you perhaps administer some first aid while he was out?
no, that doesn't seem right— there'd certainly be a bitter, medicinal taste in his mouth if that were the case, and not just from dehydration following his aimless travels and days spent with very little water available to quench his thirst. nor does he feel the stiffness of any splints supporting his weary joints— it's like he suddenly magically recovered despite being so miserable before.
well. this certainly beats being killed and looted by some common treasure hoarder taking advantage of his weary, sickly state.
most soothing and reassuring of all, however, is not the feeling of a body freed from injury and sickness, it's the hand gently caressing his face paired with the gentle humming filling his ears. a sweet lullaby, he'd imagine— though it's not one he's ever heard before, the sudden sleepiness it stirs in him (yes, despite the fact that he just woke up again) inclines him to believe it's meant to calm racing thoughts and soothe weary bodies.
"it's okay," a voice gently interrupts that humming from before. "get some more rest; i'll still be here when you wake up."
without so much as a "who are you?" mumbled from pierro, he falls asleep once more, your soft, thick thighs serving as his pillow while your deft fingers gently untangle the knots in his long, gray hair and brush softly against his cheeks. he almost seemed to be running a fever when you first found him collapsed under a tree... heatstroke, perhaps? infection? all it took was a gentle wave of your hand to free him from any and all potential diseases— such an act is child's play for the archon of fertility, prosperity, and new life. you took it upon yourself to carefully, carefully slip sips of water past his dry lips as he looked up at you deliriously, clearly on the verge of passing right out... it's a good thing your lap was there to serve as a pillow and your body as a support, otherwise he would have fallen backwards into the trunk of the tree behind him.
his broad, strong build made you hesitant to pity him as one would pity a wounded animal—clearly this man was a seasoned warrior and a veteran fighter, he doesn't need your pity even if he has seem to fallen on hard times— but even then... you couldn't stop your heart from twisting at the way he immediately melted into your lap and surrendered himself to your care. how horrible... how long has he been alone, you wondered? how long without anyone to provide him with care and love? you're thankful you found him before it proved to be too late for this mysterious man.
when pierro comes to (again), he feels even better than the first time he had awoken on your lap. as promised, you didn't move an inch, waiting for him to wake up while you continued to hum to him in his sleep and gently caress his face.
"good morning," you whisper sweetly, giggling slightly. "how do you feel?"
speech comes surprisingly easy— he would have thought that his throat would be too hoarse to speak properly, but he has no issues. "i feel well," pierro replies, glancing up at his mysterious... protector? doctor? caretaker? "and you are...?"
when you tell him your name, he's instantly reminded of all the tales he's heard of teyvat's many archons— and what a relief it would be to anyone to get discovered by the archon of fertility and not any of the rest of them... the majority of them aren't exactly known for being kind, graceful people, but you? the stories putting you as the protagonist depict you as nothing but generous, loving, and doting, providing bountiful harvests for your people, ensuring the health of families and their newborns, and staving off plague and famine with your own divine protection.
hm. it seems khaenri'ah was wrong about gods... or maybe you're the exception that proves the rule; the reason your kindness stands out so fiercely is simply because the rest of the archons just aren't kind themselves.
"—and i'll take care of you until i feel confident that you've recovered fully," you finish your introduction, smiling at him and offering him a piece of fruit from the tree above— the very same fruit he was too weak to reach up and grab at when he first stumbled upon the tree. it was so delicious and rich that it nearly caught him off guard... is this the power of the fertility archon?
days became weeks and weeks became months. sure, you believed he was well enough to venture out on his own again ages ago, but he didn't seem too concerned with leaving— where would he even go? look at where wandering around aimlessly for years on end got him last time... he would have died were it not for you, and now he's in your debt. helping out around the fields and keeping you company was the least he could do... and, if he's being honest with himself (a rarity indeed), he's come to enjoy your company. you tell fascinating stories and sing beautiful tunes he's never heard before, you prepare the most delicious food anyone alive has ever laid a lip to, and you've done so much for him out of the goodness of your heart... what a welcome change from the centuries of isolation and pain.
one thing you've noticed about pierro is that he doesn't seem to be much of a talker. you're not the type to pry into one's past or private life to begin with, but when he stiffens and presses his lips into a thin line whenever you try to ask about how he found himself collapsed and nearly on the verge of death beneath one of your trees, you drop the conversation there. it's better to mind your own business than attempt to tear up the floorboards hiding someone else's pain. all that matters is that he's safe now... and he won't have to experience that overwhelming loneliness again.
however, it seems he's stumbled upon a new conflict. no, this isn't necessarily related to the aforementioned loneliness, but perhaps that's just the point— this new conflict comes as damage control to ensure that he'll never experience that again. somewhere along the line, pierro began to view you a little less as a savior and a little more as... a woman. he knows you're an archon, truly, but to finally be in the company of someone else after so long, and someone as loving and kind as you... well. no man alive would be able to resist developing feelings. the way you sing to yourself as you stir a pot of soup cooking over a fire, the way you bring him a bowl while smiling and encouraging him to enjoy as much as he'd like, the way your hips swish so invitingly as you walk, and the memory of the way you helped him wash up when you first rescued him, too worried about his safety to leave him alone by a body of water... it's no wonder he began to desire you.
how fitting is it, then, that he first makes a move on you one day while you two are taking a walk by the very tree you first found him by? that was decades ago now; time passes so quickly for immortals... what feels like a single year the immortal is surely a century in mortal's time. the intensity of his gaze nearly made you shrink back into yourself, something no other partner you were with prior to pierro has been able to achieve. wordlessly, pierro cornered you back against the tree with a serious, sincere expression on his face— making an archon his lover? how ambitious. well, it's not like he'd be willing to let anyone else have you; in a world as vile and cruel as this one— and he's witnesses his fair share of evil and cruelty— anyone else may just take your kindness for granted. what if you saved a wandering bandit instead and he attempted to hurt you? sure, he wouldn't actually stand a chance against a literal archon, but it's about the principle of someone failing to appreciate your kindness.
and who better to appreciate it than a man who you gave everything to when he had nothing?
you instantly melt against pierro when he steals your lips in a searing kiss, gently-but-firmly pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. your voice sounds just as sweet as a breathless moan of his name than it does while you're singing to him or humming a little tune to yourself— you pant and moan against his lips so invitingly it makes him wish he took you for himself sooner so he could have been hearing those sounds all this time. when he moves to lick hot lines down your neck, you gasp and press yourself harder against him— it's been a long, long time since you've had a lover; you haven't been with anyone since meeting pierro... maybe it's because you found it hard to find the time for external relationships between all the time you spent with pierro, showing him how to tend to the fields and how to prepare food, maybe it's because you didn't need anyone else, maybe it's because you knew deep down he was the perfect lover all along.
who's to say?
his hand loses its grip on your wrists as his mouth continues to travel southwards, his fingers instead finding a use by tugging the front of your dress down to expose your soft, full tits— ripe and luscious like the very fruit hanging just overhead, they fill his palms and then some just perfectly as he nips along your collarbone. even your skin tastes sweet like fresh fruit...
speaking of taste, absolutely nothing could have prepared pierro for the taste that filled his mouth once he closed his lips around one of your nipples. milk, it's milk— and it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. he would never say this out of concern of upsetting you, but your milk is even tastier than your cooking... which is absolutely saying a lot. you whimper and moan as he continues to drink and drink and drink from your ample breasts, periodically switching between the two to show both nipples equal amount of attention. he's not even sure why he's so surprised that you lactate— you're the archon of fertility, isn't such a thing to be expected?
the only thing that would further your image as the most beautiful and perfect depiction of fertility in all of teyvat would be the sight of you pregnant, belly round and swollen with a child while your ample, milky breasts rest on your tummy like a shelf. luckily for him, that's exactly what pierro's new plan is... to put his baby in you and finally, finally have a family of his own again. you already gave him a home, so the next logical step is to provide him a few children to help fill up the spare bedrooms, right?
you've already taken such good care of him. allow him to return the favor by taking care of you and the family you two created together.
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CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, smut, corruption kink, sub!reader, use of pet-names, cumflation, use of sex toy, anal play, cunnilingus, mention of menstrual cycle; word count — 1k
PRECIS — pierro just wants to show you the greater pleasures of life other than doing chores for him.
NOTES — part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. I was supposed to post it last week of September, but oh well. thanks to @luvbladez for beta reading !
⌗ tags —» @xshinigamikittenx @garoujo @munsonsins
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The first time Pierro laid eyes on you he knew you would be promising. With your growing body while others seem to work a week barely you endured the workload for almost a month. He thinks it's cute that you do the chores happily with a smile on your face, and take proper breaks if necessary. He is pretty fond of you, your organized habits, your manner of neat and fresh clothing. Sometimes, he thinks you should be rewarded but doesn't know how?
Sometimes he thinks it is your white innocence that makes him work overnight only to watch you getting all fidgety every time you try to glance at him. It certainly crossed his mind that you might like him, his presence around you, especially when he caught you stealing glances at him as he was buried in paperwork but he was not sure until you accidentally fell scattering all those papers on the ground, some flying in other directions and refusing any kind of help he offered.
He did not ask you again since he was unsure if he would have been able to hold himself back after accidentally having a peek of your cleavage. But a reflex thought crossed his mind: would your nipples be the same color as your lips?
He quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work desk while you adjusted your clothing to hide your modesty. He could not tear his gaze away from you that night. He was thankful for your white innocence that did not let you be aware of his intentions, his raging desires to have a taste of you, your supple skin.
Pierro was avoiding you since that day, he had to so that he could keep his cravings at bay yet he was not fond of the fact that he was jacking off thinking of you, late at night like a teenage boy. Fate surely has its wildcards since he needed to see you for fetching some special papers. He would have called for another one but you were more organized, more accustomed to his ways so it was you in the end.
He tried to keep himself busy, not to look at you but when your melodious voice responded to his beckon, something unleashed within him. “You called for me, my lord?”
“Y-Yes”, he shuttered, lending you a file. You inspected it carefully to know what he was looking for. And as you stood in front of the shelf, Pierro clenched his jaw while his fingers curled into a fist. You were just at arm's length wearing a light peach dress, and he was losing his mind thinking how painfully unaware you were that anyone could see your areola
He had enough of this. “Here my lord, the papers”, his eyes made up to yours. The pile of papers went flying in all directions as he pulled you against his body.
“Tell me you want this?”, he panted against your mouth having his arms snaked around your body. You gasped and breathed heavily at this sudden glimpse of hunger as he proceeded to make you sit on his work desk. “Do you want this, girl? Tell me”, he asked again. This time his palm was resting on your naked thighs illuminating fireworks all over your skin.
“Yes”
And in the very next moment, his fingers were playing with your pussy folds, eyes carefully watching your nipples getting hard at his ministrations while you grabbed the edge of his long overcoat. He could not wait any longer. Even though you were wearing the dress, his tongue lapped over your nipple while his mouth clamped around your breasts. “My lord, please ”, you mewl making him quickly pull away but he was bestowed with a raspy plea, “more, I want more of you”
That night, you lost count of how many times you squirted as he finger-fucked you. He did not want to deflower you yet, not like this. He wanted you to beg for it, beg to take your virginity. You wanted that too. You wanted to be filled with his cum, have his hefty cock buried inside you but fate had some other plans.
“I see.”, pierro uttered, strolling across his table as you told him that you were on your cycle. Now, violence was coursing within him, but he did not want to break you like that or give you to his subordinates after he was done savoring your taste. He wanted it all for himself.
Pierro handed you a teardrop-shaped thing and as he explained what it was for, your mind went foggy and dizzy. He was desperate to have you, to taint your innocence and so were you. It was indeed tough to work with that thing buried in your hole but you managed. You wanted to please him so bad, hear him say ‘Good girl as he plays with you later at night.
With the cool breeze grazing your naked skin, giving you goosebumps it was hard not to let out any squeal while having his cock deep inside your butthole. You were sitting on his lap, legs spread across his pelvic as your naked body rested on his firm chest while he was finishing the last pile of papers. Any little movement sends shivers of pain, and waves of pleasure in your clogged mind.
“I’m done baby girl”, he boldly whispers, adjusting you a little. He smiled as your juices soaked the clothing. His long sturdy fingers clamped around your waist as he guided you on his cock. You both wince at every move yet when he had you bouncing on his cock, mixed cum dripping along your legs he knew he had edified you well enough to own you like a fire owns a moth.
A month later, it became a routine. You were addicted to him, his whispers against your ears while his naked chest grazed yours. And Pierro? He was a happy man. Happy that you would come to him late at night, having him sheathed with your pussy while he finishes his work. He knew he did his job well. You both were drowning in each other's web of charms.
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Fatui Harbingers x gn!reader
(Yes all, but in separate forms) (unedited) (reader is an adult)
No yandere well uh… Dottore and Signora's questionable, but other than that it's all just fluff!
Various readers like;
cook! Reader, secretary! Reader, dancer! Reader, ect.
Spoilers for Scaramouche's part (hints at his origins)
Platonic or at least I tried to make it like that. And yes, these are heavily inspired by other media. (ps. I did this instead of studying for my economics class. RIP my grades, bes)
T: swear words, implied relationship (Capitano)
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Childe x Toymaker! Reader
“What do you mean you broke it?!”
Your patience is wearing thin as it is the nth time this year that the strange Snezhnayan man had ordered from your little shop. You’re a bit peeved that he kept breaking the toys as if it weren’t any big deal, you’ve poured your heart and soul into this damn it! Eying the piece of cloth in hand and a needle in the other. Was all your work just a waste?
The ginger haired scratches his head. “ Look I’m sorry, doll. But can you atleast cut me some slack? I’ll quadruple the pay for the next one!” He clasps his hands together, hoping you’ll say yes.
“Childe, I’m a person. Not some machine.”Sighing as the incense that’s supposed to make you feel calm fails to do its purpose.
“I know that! Just please, just this once. My little brother is expecting a gift.. PLEASE!” He sat next to you while you just kept sewing.
“If my craft is too flimsy for you, go find someone else then!” Feels like he just stomped over your heart.
They were like your children, and he knows it. Tears pricked, threatening to fall. Each toy made by you was given names, you even remembered who you sold it to. One of the reasons why you sold some to Childe is because of his close ties to another frequent customer.
“I can’t, because I love what you made for them.” That made you stop with your stitching. Right now he's next to you, head on the wooden floor in a child's pose.
"Childe… "That earned a sigh from you. "On one condition… " a wave of relief washed over him. " A week from now, I need you to do something for me."
And that's how Childe had skipped a few work days at the Northland Bank to get a very specific plant. A flower that blooms in a very perilous location.
Meanwhile, you were actually trying to make a very indestructible toy fit for Childe's brother. The wind chimes sang a song before going silent.
When he came back the toy was nearly complete. It looks so odd yet wonderous to look at, a rifthound mannequin. It even looked real given the size of it.
You were nowhere to be seen, but a letter on your usual spot. With the words to greet him, telling him that it's nearly done. All he needs is to apply the paint to the mannequin.
Not wanting to talk to him about the pay, but the smile on his face is well enough of a reward.
Childe couldn't thank you enough for making Teucer happy. Happiness is better shared with close friends and comrades.
"You're the best Toy Maker I've ever known… "
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Pantalone x Cook! Reader
"You're always welcomed here."
The Regrator has been sneaking out without his personal guards as of late. He misses the old, shabby, shack that would give him meals whenever he asked back then. Until now the money would pale in comparison to what your family owned diner has done for him. People would chastise for eating something so below his class, though. Even he couldn’t resist the urge to eat a meal made with love and nostalgia.
Before he was given some food, clothes and what could be spared for him before. And now he's tempted to buy out the shop to constantly give cash flow for your family, though it was denied by your father. Saying his sincere thanks and to visit whenever he can, casual talk sometimes is sufficient. Out of respect, he backed off, stating that his offer is still available and that all they need to do is tell him.
Pantalone often wondered if he should propose a job offer to one shop owner's children. That way, he could at least help out. Or another plan is to have your hand, the second oldest for marriage, he didn't mind the scandalous thought of other people for marrying a pauper. In fact he revels in it while showering you (and the family) with expensive gifts that feels like loose change to him. The fruits of his labor along with your family's support.
Ah, but he must be patient.. he must wait for the moment then strike… for now.
"The usual, please." He said as he sat down on the creaky chair.
"Mister Pantalone!” Your head peeked from the small window, that smile that shines brighter than the sun reflecting from the pure white snow. “Welcome, it'll be up in a few moments. I'm nearly finished! " Your voice rang out from the thin wood partition. The scent of something so warm, enticing him to stay longer than he should.
" Take your time, darling."
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Arlecchino x flirty! Reader
“Waltz for the moon, darling”
The Tsaritsa is a humble Archon, and annually she holds a gathering. ‘For what?’ you may ask, Arlecchino isn’t sure of the reason. Something, something of a mythos that sprouted long ago that ties in with the benevolent Frost protector.
The night was long. Columbina didn’t seem to stray away from the piano. The first Harbinger had fled to the balcony. The unhinged Doctor talking to the Regrator for more funds for the latest research. Sandrone minding her own business like the silent but ominous dark guardian at the corner of the room.
A star rained down when the odd eyed woman looked up and managed to catch the sight of you. Cheekily, you smiled at her before walking over. “Greetings Lord Harbinger Arlecchino.” Bowing to her, the smile never left your face. It somewhat disgusts her.
The Knave didn’t know what happened, it was like some kind of spell that was placed upon her. All she knew was having a casual talk then suddenly being dragged to the dance floor with you as the lead. It was humiliating that you both bumped into someone. It was a very rough start, stepping on each other’s feet. Everytime Arlecchino leaves, you bring her back to the dance floor. She didn’t think there’ll be anyone bold enough to do something like this without any ulterior motive.
Though soon enough, both of you were dancing in sync. No words were exchanged that night. Just twirls and before they knew it, Arlecchino got separated from you letting another person occupy her place.
Normally she’d scold you, but in a time and place like this. That has to wait, now even Columbina wants to dance with her.
“Maybe, a little dance here and there would be nice.”
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Columbina x Nomad(like)! Reader
"Juxtaposition is not quite strange, that's for sure"
The Lady had found your performance unique ever since you arrived at Snezhnaya. So resilient to the harsh cold while having such … indecent clothing that you kept on dancing with your traveling friends that played their expertise in music.
As a matter of fact, you pulled her from the side and let her dance with you among the other civilians. Praising her how well she danced to life's music.
The cheeriness isn't what made you intriguing, but the ominous music that rang in the dead of night. Your voice sang dark and fiery whispers of hollowed promises, followed by cackling laughter from your piss drunk friends.
She had come back, after you accidentally forgot one of your belongings to her. She never felt this excited for a new yet familiar face of a friend.
'Dance and die, and live forever!' the darker side of yours sparked within her. From then on, she couldn't help but watch from the sidelines watching your every move.
Like she's seeing a ritual happening before her eyes. Your gentle and loving look now replaced with passionate and fearsome sword dance, in hand is an ornamental sword, moving swift and clean could end a life of a helpless thing.
It later on became a piqued interest, most Harbingers would frown upon her odd fixation to the visiting troupe.
It didn't go unnoticed. However, your group had already left before she could ask you any questions about your kin.
Whenever she's alone, she would try to mimic your moves that night. It felt so wrong yet so good, the flair influences her battle style. Not that anyone would have known other than Arlecchino and Pierro.
She'll hum that haunting tune you sang that a few others seem to like. The gory song that contextualizes a fall of a kingdom. Though what they didn't know is that it's from another person who made the lyrics, shocking to most since she sings almost lullaby-like melodies. Hoping to one day meet you and your troupe.
"Shadows dream of endless fire// flames devour and embers swooped//"
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Sandrone x Servant! Robo! Reader
"To my every beck and call"
You were one of her latest models in her line of research. The pinnacle of all her work, yet has been reduced to such mundane tasks for your Master puppeteer.
Serving her drinks, fetching her clothes, bathe her (or with her), do her hair… well you get it, though it all depends on her mood that day. You have nearly every function a person needs, from herbal knowledge to basically everything under the sun.
No doubt, you are a successful innovation from the rest of Foutaine and the regular machinery.
"My lady, Harbinger Sandrone… Your tea is getting cold." Your voice reminded your mistress of her long forgotten tea.
"Leave it.. come here. I need something of you… "
If it isn't a domestic task, she'll probably ask you to hunt something for her. It's a little objective to see how long you could last out in the cold winters. Didn't last too long since you kept waking up on her workbench. Sandrone told you, you were still in the making and needed to be fixed as long there's errors with you.
Whispers from various Fatui agents can be heard surrounding your mistress, rumors of you going to be replaced by a newer model. It stunted your performance once you heard it, afterall it was inevitable given that your mistress might discard you and make a brand new one; stronger, faster, a better you.
She'd shush your worries by making you feel more welcomed, participating in her testing in various research. If she were a slightly different master then you aren't sure what would happen. Either way, you love your mistress from the very bottom of your robotic heart. Didn't even care how degrading the task is. That's how deep your devotion goes.
"Snowball, I need your help again."
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Capitano x reader
" On par of a warrior's blood"
Capitano may not have enough time for you, but he does appreciate you trying to do these little things for him. Like bringing him some beverages, snacks between his training sessions. Especially when you tried so hard to make it for him, he won't decline it.
Little cuddles under his coat, it delights him. Even though he does not show it, low hums would be enough to tell that he likes you having close to him.
What gets him going is you snuggling with him in bed, mumbling about how big and strong he is. A way to stroke his ego, especially with a cute little lamb like you to protect.
"What snacks do you want for tomorrow? Oranges in chocolate? Cookies? Or maybe.. me?" You tried to tease him, though not getting a reaction from him, at least not from the outside.
Within the safety of his helmet lies a very embarrassed man. "As long as you made it, I don't mind.."
That made you pout at him." But that's what you've said last time.. " pressing up against him a bit more.
" I need to know what you think.. don't worry, I can wait. " Trying to assure him.
" I hope you'll still be patient as time marches on then.. " He combed his gloves fingers in your hair, slightly tugging it.
"I will… hope you'll do the same for me." Not even the flames of Natlan could match the warmth of their hugs.
Capitano really likes to be close to you, but with the work on his shoulders and guiding the military. He has a hard time juggling the fickle schedule he has.
"I have some spare time tomorrow. Do you know how to play chess?"
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Pierro x Massage therapist! Reader
"Welcome, how may I serve you?"
When he first heard about you, it was in the guise of a suggestion. The Regrator himself that sings your praises for your hands that could melt stress away. There are others who call you the mage with Solar gauntlet with how warm your hands are.
He was skeptical since the rich man deemed it 'necessary' for the old man like him to 'take a chill pill' for once. Ignoring their advice until Pantalone had to set up an appointment for the Jester with the help of Pulcinella to lure the poor fool into the spa.
You remembered the first time he entered the humble establishment in Snezhnaya.
Face all scrunched up and wanted to leave, yet his subordinates stopped him from going. And there's you with a few other of your co-workers.
Pierro, of course, is placed in your care. Much to Pantalone's distaste, since he is your number one customer. He's a bit picky when it comes to self-care.
The battle scarred and hardened body seemed to melt under your touch as he began to unwind himself. Seeing that satisfied smile, big hands grip on to the table and eye fluttering shut could melt your heart.
"Sir, please relax. This is a safe place."
After that encounter with the first Harbinger's relaxation. Pantalone finds you, his favorite employee booked by someone else who isn't him and you aren't allowed to share the client's details with him. As much as it irked him, he can't go get himself blacklisted.
You kinda like this new customer. Sure, he doesn't talk as much but he does have a cute sleepy face. Only you could see the vulnerable side of the Jester and live. Knowingly he comes here often to relieve stress in his words;
"Another appointment, sir?"
"Yes, though my subordinates kept insisting I should come here even without them."
You just smiled at him and processed the unearned income.
"It shall be done, sir. Thank you again for choosing us." You bowed
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"Sir, you seemed to be tense. Please, relax and let me do the work."
"Mm… a little bit more on the right…"
"Of course, Sir."
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Dottore x Reader
" You're the best doctor I've ever had!"
You aren't sure if the one with you right now is the doctor himself but, both of you right now are together in a meeting room. His head on your lap while proofreading his latest thesis statement before going to the next one. It was one of the few times where he doesn't even want to work with the others, like the clones or Harbingers.
The younger versions would be such little gremlins and practically begged you to spend some time with them since they're so tired of everyone's BS and the Scientific investigation projects were practically endless for the little clones. They'll often drag your sorry little ass to the couch and cuddle with you.
While the older versions would just lead you to the couch with a hug from the back if you two were alone. It would be troublesome if someone were to see him in this state, especially Pantalone.
Promising you a little rest time for working so hard under the Tsaritsa's rule and 'acting' as your 'friend' just to get that same treatment as the clone who started the mess.
He never felt so placid before, he'd often request you as often as possible. Though you do notice the glaring difference between the younger and older versions of himself. But the battle that happened behind the scenes is… less than mature, the walls and ceilings of his lab were baptized in blood, it's unclear whether or not it's from the clones stabbing each other or them tossing their patients' innards at one another. (Kinda like a snowball/food fight if you think about it/ want to ignore all the blood and gore.) All for the few hours of calmness and the sound of you singing in their ear, just for them.
The Prime Dottore got pissed once the most reliable clone told him that he has to ship his ass back to Snezhnaya to quell the fight. So of course he has this rotational schedule for all of them, including himself to see what all the fuss is about. (The younger ones booed since they're in the latter part of the rotation)
Bonus: if you're lucky enough, maybe one of the clones or Dottore would probably sing something in french while you just comb his hair, humming along. If it's a clone, most likely wants to have a special memory with you alone before his decommissioning, so sweet yet so bitter. Him singing a soft tune that he made up for you while he waits for his turn. Your hands give him some care, like combing with a brush or cleaning his ears.
"C'est ça, l'Amour, Le grand Amour L'Amour qui fait chanter la vie."
"Doc, since when have you brushed your hair?" Or " Zan, Zan, don't sleep with your mask on… "
“Am I the Doctor here or you are?”
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Scara x Poet! Reader
" Too bad no fools allowed! "
Listening to you telling stories has always been his favorite pastime whenever he's alone.
Money is usually a problem for you, though it's fine the passion you hold in your profession burns brighter than any vision holder. Still, no vision to be seen. Perhaps there is no need of a vision to embody the dedication, or the Gods deemed you unworthy to hold it. Nevertheless, you seemed a lot happier even without it.
This time you were in Liyue, telling stories of forgotten myths and legends that transpired so far away into the past.
"I don't want to die… " A weak cry left your voice, a tear escaped from your eye. Scaramouche felt a ting from his chest, when your hand outstretched for Celestia above.
"The maiden's love didn't rely on selfish reasoning, nor did she ask for something in return, doing everything in her power to protect her beloved… and what could never be her's. A denied privilege that haunts her very core! "
'What a fool', is what the tossed puppet would want to say. He had a similar experience with the saga's protagonist.
"With a cup of blood in hand, our knight in shining armor excelled in all expectations. And yet… " you spun around a bit, facing the audience, with a hand next to your lips as if to whisper to your ghostly partner that is the chivalrous protagonist.
" ' You're not my sister! They laughed, You're not my daughter! He scorned, you're not perfect! They screeched.' Indeed she wasn't. Playing pretend became the latest trend, as bit by bit she clung to the hollowed promise that somehow… someday… Within the gaping pits of dirt and sea, she will find salvation!"
That's what Scaramouche wanted to believe, a sliver of chance to happiness…
It's only a little fantasy of his, but he will find his own redemption soon even if he has to stare at the face of the abyss itself until it blinks.
" 'No cost too great.' " Finally something he, and your character agree on. The road to hell is a treacherous one, but Scaramouche had a few things over your character: his bravery in the facade of madness, is one of them.
"Psh, give this to that wretched troubadour just to shut that mouth for this week. Their style is shit, even I could do better."
Even he wouldn't want to admit the love he has for your style of legends.
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Pulcinella x Secretary! Reader (platonic)
"With all due respect, I'm just an assistant. Not a child."
Being Mayor, it gets pretty lonely sometimes. But that's why you're here, his secretary! The job description didn't actually include hanging out with him out of work. But here you are, almost acting like the mature child in his family who thinks that everything needs to be taken seriously.
"Mayor, you have an appointment later at three this afternoon."
" Hohoho, to rush things could only worsen things, Little one."
Or
" Sir, it's not professional of me to accept this gift."
"Nonsense! You've been with me for the last, how many years? And I still have to thank you for your unyielding patience. "
Or even…
" Sir… Sir… S I R, this is no time to pick out children's toys for Lord Harbinger Tartaglia's siblings, we could do it after the meeting. Lord Harbinger Jester would be furious with us when we meet him again out of schedule."
" You worry too much, little one. With the hounds of Snezhnaya, we'll be there in a jiffy."
That's what he said last time, you both were late at the meeting.
Then there’s that one time,
“Mayor, what do you mean ‘we’ have to cancel all appointments for this afternoon? Oh no, no, no, no. Sir, I appreciate your concerns but my love life is my own business and not to be mingled with our work!”
“Oh but, Targtaglia is such a nice boy, just a little rough around the edges. This once, you won’t regret it.”
You fucking swear, that this Igor lookin ass rooster knows what buttons to press and would love to see you pull out your hair for you to keep your shit together. The only thing keeping you grounded is that he's your boss and a Harbinger, the highest socialite in Snezhnaya. The choke-hold he has, no matter how short he is compared to you.
Looking at your state right now, you're developing some strands of white hair from all the stress that comes with the job.
He hands you a cup of (preference) with a smile, "it's not so bad to unwind a bit. Drink up, you'll feel better."
You don’t want to admit as much as he did, but you do find these moments rather endearing after a certain point.
“See? Now, that wasn’t so bad.”
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La Signora x (?)Reader
"You only got three chances in life."
During one of her strolls, the pale lady finds herself quite the situation. You are in a bear trap, calf all bloodied and peirced.
Tear stained face looked up at Signora, not one word spoken but a weak whine..
She had freed you from your doom. what she had on her, sunken look, that heavy breathing, so pitiful.
A once malnourished person who had been running for days can see their face. She let you go, on your own to survive.
The next time she met you was at Mondstadt, tied to a tree this time. With her fanning herself using a lacy fan. Her lackies near her, unfortunately caught by them since you were nearby scavenging.
"What's a sweet little pooch like you doing here?
Your nose flared at her remark. On guard, with no weapons. Seeing no threat in her since she had released you from that trap.
"Cat caught your tongue?" The crimson witch walked near to examine you up close and personal. You were healthier than the last time.
"I see you're recovering well. That's good." Wordlessly she gestured to the agents to release you, for a little battle of dominance. You're no stranger to this dance as you circle around her, you may owe your life to this stranger. But it isn't worth it in a predicament like this.
La Signora huffs and when to use her whip to put some fear into you, only have you caught that salt soaked tassel of leather from reaching you. Mistakes were made that she swore to not make another one after you were recaptured.
This time instead of flimsy ropes. You were chained to her like a dog, always growling and snarling at her similarly to a rift hound. Yet never would harm her.
Mouth caged so you wouldn't even dare to bite her.
"What a pooch." Signora mumbled under her breath. Not once did you talk, she had assumed you were unknowledgeable by any means.
That falls in her next mistake, showing some mercy with you. She once had given you pails of water to quench your thirst without the mouth restraint. Didn't even fight back, she had presumed you were in dire need of intake. That soon followed meals… then less restraints. Until her mind swayed, you're harmless to her.
When a sudden attack happened during her stay in a certain nation. A planned assassination got put into action, it would have been successful if it weren't for you taking the hit in her stead.
The image of you writhing in pain from the electro damage stung, similar to being fried from the inside. She thought you were a fool for helping her stay alive. Nonetheless, the assassin was dealt with. You? Well be worried about that later.
"... Haha… Am I in celestia or is the moon closer than I realized?" You tried to joke the moment you woke up, head on her lap. And it was the first time you made an actual sentence with her.
"You little brat, you gave me a scare there." Only a huff was heard from you.
" Good then… "
Her final mistake… well…
" Can't believe a pooch like you manage to worm your way here… "
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Yeah, I'll definitely edit out heavily on Signora's part
#reader insert#fatui x reader#pierro x y/n#sandrone x reader#capitano x you#childe x y/n#columbina x reader#arlecchino x y/n#pulcinella x reader#pantalone x reader#dottore x y/n#la signora x reader#scaramouche x y/n
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i legit js got this fanfic idea 😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS!!
imagine if like u were a harbringer, and like u were in a relationship w pierro, but yk nobody rly knows that, cuz the relationship isnt publicccc !!!
so like imagine if like a harbringer (any of ur choice) tries to make a move on the reader, and when they do, pierro sees it and tells them that the reader is his ..
idk i js randomly thought of it LOL!!
OMG YESSSS IM FERAL FOR JEALOUS PIERRO<333 THANK YOU ANON
When another harbinger makes a move on you...
Pairings : Jealous Pierro x Harbinger Reader
You and Pierro had been dating for a few months. The both of you kept your relationship a secret for obvious reasons. When the both of you had to gather with the other harbingers you had to keep it professional.
Pierro was always quite rather possessive over you. For example he got really jealous when a certain banker tried to talk to you and give you gifts. Which is exactly what happened during one harbinger meeting.
You were standing and Pantalone walked over to you and began striking up a conversation with you.
You noticed that Pierro's gaze was shifted over to Pantalone and his eyes were digging holes onto his back.
"By any chance are you single?" Pantalone asked.
"They're taken by me." Pierro said as he put his arm around your waist while shooting a glare at Pantalone. "Back off."
The other harbingers saw the scene playing out infront of them. Most of them were shocked after all. Two harbingers dating each other? Unheard of.
Pantalone's expression turned into a frown as he took the hint and walked away to talk to someone else.
Your face was bright red because you were really embarassed at the events of what just happened.
"You know you didn't have to do that right?" You said while giving Pierro a kiss on the cheek.
"I happen to be really possessive of you my dear." Pierro hummed as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Hopefully now the other harbingers won't make a move on you."
A/N : IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKED ASS 😭😭😭😭
#genshin imagine#genshin impact#genshin#fatui pierro#pierro#pierro x reader#pierro x y/n#pierro genshin#genshin pierro#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui#fatui harbingers#pierro x you#gn reader#pantalone x reader#capitano x reader#childe x reader#arlecchino x reader#columbina x reader#dottore x reader
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hello! im not sure if your reqs are open but would you be willing to take a pierro request… there’s barely any content for him😞 brat taming w him would be so !!! i just know he’s mean.. reader would sometimes be a brat on purpose just so he’d put her in her place☹️
Of course I can☺️ You are right, there is very little content for Pierro. Truthfully, I have never written anything for him before so I am a bit nervous. I hope you enjoy.
Smut. Brat tamer!Pierro x reader.
Being the First of the Fatui Harbingers kept Pierro very busy. As much as he would've liked to bring you along with him when he travelled for work, you couldn't always go with him.
His most recent work endeavor had kept you separated from him for two weeks with nothing but letters from him to comfort you. You'd missed him so much that you'd had everything planned down to the last detail.
"You've been such a brat all day, Y/N," Pierro groaned, pushing your mouth further down around his cock, making you cough. You were right where you deserved to be for being a brat on purpose: down on your knees while he stuffed your pretty mouth full with his cock.
He shivered when your throat spasmed around his length as he settled it against your throat. He tugged on your h/c, stroking in a soothing manner as he held your head in place.
You moaned around his cock, greedily sucking, your nose brushing against his pelvis. He set the pace for you, bobbing your head up and down, drool rolling down your chin as he tears welled in your eyes.
"You aren't going to waste a single drop, do you understand me," Pierro growled, "it's more than a brat like you deserves."
You gazed up at Pierro, your e/c eyes half lidded from bliss as he used your mouth for his benefit. You struggled to nod while you choked on his cock, barely missing a beat, flattening your tongue against the veins that bulged out, making his length spasm in your mouth.
Archons, your mouth felt so warm and good. Pierro had missed you very much. You swallowed all his cum like a good girl.
#genshin smut#genshin impact#pierro x you#pierro x reader#pierro x y/n#genshin imagines#pierro smut#brat taming
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Incorrect Quotes but make it Pierro x Reader wherein you finally had him in checkmate but not really lmao.
(Y/N): I made coffee.
Pierro: Thank y—
(Y/N): I did not make coffee for you. This is my coffee.
Pierro: Then why are you telling me?
(Y/N): It is a conversation starter.
Pierro: That’s a lousy conversation starter.
(Y/N): Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
Pierro: Why did I marry you again?
(Y/N): Because I'm intelligent, unfazed by even the most of disturbing things, and capable in every way possible—
Pierro: You just tripped earlier while holding a tray of pastries and proceed to cry for 30 minutes.
(Y/N), blushes in embarassment: That's not a very good continuity of my conversation starter!
Pierro: But it did continue. Checkmate.
(Y/N): DAMN IT!!!
#pierro#pierro x reader#pierro x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#fatui#incorrect quotes#crack post#im just really in a silly mood lately so forgive me if this is suddenly my content but dw i do plan to continue writing fanfics sksksksk
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KAEYA X YOU X PIERRO
includes ;; hate sex idfk, dubcon, breeding ish more like scaring.. unless? corruption, kidnapping. fem reader but u can take as gn!
kaeya was the last face you saw. before the world went black and the bumpy ride confused you even more. as the chilly air surrounded you, though, you were getting ideas. it was almost freezing when you were ripped out of your spot and onto the snow-covered ground. your blindfold slipped down enough to see two looming figures. kaeya and.. some man you've never met. the two were more interested in each other to notice you eavesdropping.
the bigger man whispered something to make kaeya sneer, before turning to you. his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed you. half of his face was covered; almost reminding you of kaeya who now was looking at you as well.
"hey cutie." kaeya lifted you by your arms. they were still tightly fastened together with some strong material behind your back. the same thing that bound your legs into a kneeling position. your knees hurt so bad. you whined being brought up to face the man that betrayed you. the tears that by now had dried made kaeya smile. he leaned forward and licked them, kissing your mouth before turning and shoving you in pierro's arms.
pierro didn't have that same, even faked, love in his eyes. he just huffed and carried you inside the giant house. one arm under you and the other grabbing your tied hands. at least it was clear he didn't want you going away from him. he followed kaeya up the grand stairs and into a bedroom. the further down the hall the less doors, less decor, and less light. the candles along the wall were the only thing keeping you from attempting to scream bloody murder.
pierro threw you onto the bed as soon as the three of you entered the last room. you squirmed, but with both ropes, all you could do is look to the men. kaeya stared at you, leaning over to pierro to whisper something. the first time pierro was clearly looking up and down your body, before nodding. kaeya came forward first, hand grazing your shoulder before flicking your tit. he snickered as it bounced. you felt the heat consuming your body as pierro walked behind you. frantic to keep both men in sight you tried to turn over onto your back, but before you could you felt large hands on your hips.
"don't be like that." kaeya whispered before you were torn back onto someone's lap. kaeya grabbed your hair and crawled onto the bed. pierro rubbed circles into your hips, his rough hands dug in before letting up and massaging the area. kaeya's hands were much softer, holding your cheeks. as soon as he lowered your cloth gag to your neck a scream came out of you. crying, everything. you were so frightened and betrayed. pierro winced, grabbing the cloth and jerking you back. this sure shut you up. well, it choked the hell out of you but as long as you shut up pierro was happy. so happy you felt the joy rub between your ass.
you tensed as the hard object rubbed against you. kaeya picked up on your fright and hushed you, moving to sandwich you between the men. in mondstat kaeya looked like a force but in this place pierro had him not by vertical feet but just sheer looks. kaeya pressed another kiss to your already drooling lips and snickered.
"you don't wanna do that here." he warned. pierro let you go, making you fall into kaeya's arms. he reached down and scoffed with your underwear. the first sound you could clearly hear from him. you felt chills run down your spine, and with a loud tear, you felt so much colder. you were dressed for summer not this tundra.
pierro leaned back, pushing your hips up and shifting behind you. kaeya peered behind and let out a laugh. you had no idea. "let's not break the whore i can't have her wind up dead!" kaeya kept laughing. his same laugh he did when you made a joke, or even saw diluc scowl. you never heard such a wonderful sound attached to the feeling of every part of your body lit on fire. with pierro's grip back on your hips you felt exactly that. you had some fear, but as soon as you were slammed onto pierro's lap your fears had great reasoning. his dick felt like it split you in half and didn't care. hard as a rock and rubbing against your walls. his hips shuffled, huffing in relief as soon as he found a comfortable spot. your hand came over your mouth. you tried keeping it all in but the waterworks started, sobbing against kaeya's chest enough to wake the entire house.
kaeya kept up his laugh, shaking his head. "i told you not to break the bitch!" he called out, shoving you off of him and onto pierro's chest. "oh, c'mon. you expected something tiny? that shit you get from childe? you should know better." kaeya closed the gap between the three of you. thank the heavens pierro hadn't moved yet, just held your hips down on him. as kaeya pulled down his pants and pulled his dick out pierro lifted you. why was he lifting?? you started to scratch at whatever you could, but it was useless. the only thing you felt was cloth. kaeya looked down, then huffed. "why didn't you untie her?" he was met with no response. he just fished out one of his knifes and cut your legs free. you started to kick at kaeya but he didn't pay a thought to it.
all he did was grab your ankles and put them over his shoulders. "kick me and you'll fucking die." his lively gaze dropped. no smile. no gleam. nothing. that made you stop, which returned the light in his eye. he shuffled close, causing you to let out whines of pain. those whines turned to yelps when he pushed inside, right against pierro.
the two let out a groan against your ears. kaeya on the right and pierro in your left. with the overstimulation, it felt like every touch and noise was pushing you to a breaking point. they began thrusting up against you. at completely different paces and not daring to pull out even an inch it was burning inside you. your body felt like you'd give out at any second already. as you slump kaeya smacked you, jolting you awake and squeezing them inside. pierro moaned, peaking his head over to see how the hell you got even better to feel.
kaeya looked at pierro and formed a wicked smile, bucking up into you and making his pace unbearable. while pierro was slower he still felt in competition to see who would make that squeeze happen again.
pierro gritted his teeth, he was not going to lose to a pretty boy fucker. he shoved you down, kaeya falling along with you. he stayed standing, rutting hard against your walls. a better vantage point. kaeya stopped with the new position, but as soon as he caught wind he grabbed your hips and pushed your hips up and down on his dick. sadly for him as soon as pierro rut your sweet spot you didn't just squeeze them, you came too.
"already?" you got a word out of pierro, he did smile feeling the fruit of his labor. "you sick fuck you cheated." kaeya argued. kaeya wasn't the type to take losing lying down. so he yanked you up, slamming you on the bed. he got up and stared down at you with furious eyes. "you fucking whore." he got back over you and thrust back inside. you screamed, slapping kaeya. this didn't deter him, just made him want you to feel hell more. like a madman, he thrust with as much energy he could muster. muttering about how sick you are and how you dare release without asking.
pierro kept his airy smile, moving over off the bed. he stood in front of the two of you and pointed to your throat. kaeya glanced up and shook his head. "i don't care, i don't even care." you looked up at pierro and to his dick, then gulped. "open." pierro flicked your chin, and you obliged. as he went inside you felt what was actually inside of you. it tasted salty and honestly a bit gross, but after pierro was fully inside he started thrusting so fast you didn't have time to taste. no kitten licks or anything. just his dick abusing your throat. you gripped the sheets and felt another knot form in your stomach. your thighs moved around, trying to keep the feeling inside.
kaeya got his smile back, pushing you down to his base and rubbing your stomach. pierro got the idea and held you halfway. "i've always wanted a wife to care for.." he kept rubbing. soft hands circling your stomach. "always. right? isn't it nice to have a woman by your side. unable to do anything but listen." he thrust once again, pulling you further down. "i wish there was someone here i could take. i'd really spoil them." he leaned down to put his ear to your stomach. "oh! i hear something." kaeya made a whole mockery. pierro came in your mouth, pulling you off. as you began to yack, kaeya pulled you up to his face.
"i hear my future wife getting prepped for motherhood!" kaeya shot his cum inside of you, rutting his hips to get the last bit out and be sure you were stuffed. "let's get you back, huh?" he pulled out. the last strings connecting you two covering the bed when he pulled on his pants and turned to you. "i love you, dear. i'm sure if we book it no one will notice your absence." pierro took one last glance at you. disgusting. and left. kaeya didn't put your clothes back on, just tying your legs together with a pillow case and heaved you over his shoulder. you felt so tired, panting and letting kaeya do whatever. at least the trip back you got to sit next to kaeya. though he did insist he couldn't drive anymore with the pent-up heat he felt. you just had to relieve him so he could decide if he had it in him to return you before the monsters came out.
tags: @toxicbiimbo omg first big ass fic aaaaa
#kaeya x you#kaeya x reader#kaeya x y/n#kaeya imagines#genshin impact pierro#genshin pierro#pierro x you#pierro x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin kaeya#kaeya smut#kaeya alberich#kaeya x reader smut#kaeya x you smut#pierro smut#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#— MIMI HEAT
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(have I posted this already? I don't think I have....)
thinking about pierro.... random office smut w the first of the eleven fatui harbingers....
“Quiet, pet.” Pierro sternly scolds down at you as he holds your jaw tightly with his large hand. His finger and thumb dig into your cheeks roughly, forcing you to stare up at him. For a moment, you forget where you are and shift under his touch.
The bitter cold of the wooden table beneath you serves as a reminder.
Right, how could you forget that you were the one who had to calm down the jester after these harbinger meetings? As a healer working for the fatui, this is not in your job description at all.
Money can just be persuasive like that.
Pierro snaps you out of your thoughts as he tugs your hips tightly, bringing you to the end of the table. Your body is manhandled, pulled before him with his core pressed flushed against your own, he looks you over once. His dark eyes drag up and down your body before settling on your bold stare.
He looks to be mentally contemplating with himself and the grip on your sides tightens before he presses a harsh kiss to your lips. It’s not gentle or kind in any way, it’s full of desperation and hunger. Pierro ends the kiss just as quickly as he began it.
He grows tired of waiting and impatiently pulls you off the table before turning you around, forcing you to bend over it.
Your chest is smooshed against the hardwood and you can barely move with his strong hand pinning your neck to the surface. Behind you, you can hear the jingles of his belt and the loud interruption of his zipper being forced down. Air brushes against the back of your thighs as he flips your skirt up, you nearly start to wiggle in anticipation.
“Don’t even think about it,” Pierro warns and spanks you harshly with his hot palm. “you know better than to tease an old man.” You can’t help but whine at the slight self-degradation, Pierro isn’t an idiot. He doesn’t acknowledge it but, he knows exactly what the mere mention of your age difference does to you. “Now, stay still.” He holds his breath as he lines his cock up with your entrance. The hard tip presses past your swollen lips, rubbing up and down to softly nudge your clit.
Then, he slips in the tip, sighing loudly at the feeling before pressing the rest of himself in. His heavy hands quickly find your hips as he doesn’t waste a second in creating a rhythm with you. His thrusts are slow, deeply penetrating your cunt with each snap of his hips. The pace he sets is always perfect, his large body clashing against your own has you clawing at the table as you swear you can feel his heavy cock in your lungs.
“More, more, more!” Your squeals make him laugh, a deep-sounding noise rumbles in his chest. It’s soon replaced with heavy grunts as his hips meet your behind in a quicker fashion.
This is merely stress relief, you don’t get the right to beg.
Pierro will be sure to remind you of that.
#Pierro smut#genshin pierro#genshin smut#Pierro x reader#pierro x you#pierro x y/n#genshin x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin x you#xiaos spicy almond tofu#I had to#sorry
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the jester and the aide
pairing: Pierro x Reader
synopsis: A mission for the Jester and the right hand of the Tsaritsa, what could possibly go wrong? or right?
tags: NOT PROOF READ, enemies to lover, aged up reader since Pierro is old, right hand/Tsaritsa’s aide reader, mentions of Natlan, Childe being a menace, injury, implied nsfw (consider it lime), ABSOLUTE PURE INDULGENCE AND I'M NOT SORRY, lowkey ooc Pierro but come on, who doesn’t want “he’s only soft for you” trope right? hehe
w.c : 3.6k
a/n: Hello! Its already February and I swear I’ve been lazing around, its bad. I hope everyone is doing fine these days. My heart also go out for the of people Turkiye and Syria, please be save, I pray comfort comes to all of you. Anyway, here’s a fic I’ve been thinking of and FINALLY I managed to finish it. I have realized these days that my grammar is horrendous and my way of writing is just meh.. so I guess I'm gonna start reading a lot more and start writing more! All in all, thank you to all who have love my writing and left such kind words, it truly made my days. I LOVE ALL OF YOU TAKE CARE!!!
There is a certain intuitive goosebump you have whenever a particular, old man comes. You’re not exactly sure when it started but you just know, whenever you could feel goosebumps on your neck, that man is in closer radius to you.
“And what are you doing here?”. Yes, there he is, the cause of your weekly irritation. Pierro’s voice echoes through the empty chamber as the clacks of his shoes came closer to you. You turned around, rolling your eyes at him as you reply.
“Well, I don’t know Pierro, maybe because I'm the Tsaritsa’s direct subordinate, her right hand. What about you? Don’t you have some chess competition to join?”. You snickered at Pierro’s age telling game as a frown deepens on his face.
The both of you could hear the Tsaritsa walking into the chamber, and immediately both you and Pierro kneel down, an act of respect for their loved queen. The both of you stayed in the kneeled position, face looking downward and only when the queen allows, that the both of you stood up.
“(y/n), Pierro.” The archon nodded at the both of you. “You should know by now how vital the both of you are to me right?”. The both of you nodded, not out of haughtiness, but the responsible you both bear is heavy on your shoulders. Pierro as the leader of the Harbingers, the most elite of the Szehnaya soldiers, had shown time and time again how talented he is as a leader. While you prefer to be working and supporting the Tsaritsa politically, your physical prowess and military knowledge are not any less than Pierro. The one thing that Pierro and you have in common is how much you and him influence the military power of Szehnaya, therefore, to say yours and Pierro’s presence are merely a speck would be a direct insult to the Cryo Archon.
“I have thought long and hard of the future of our country and have come to the decision that will benefit the both of you, and, of course me, greatly”. Somehow your gut twisted at whatever decision the archon have come upon but you gulped down your fear. You’re used to the Archon’s bizarre wishes anyway.
“I have decided to place the both of you on a mission to infiltrate Natlan and to locate the gnosis of the Pyro Archon”. Yes definitely, a great decision my loved archon. Despite how long the both of you have worked for the Tsaritsa, it have only been a few times that you both went on a mission. The missions were successful, but the process of the mission was horrendous.
You could still vividly remember the first time the Queen had instructed the both of you on a mission; to increase the Fatui soldier’s loyalty and passion for the country. You and Pierro thought hard on what to do but the thought of working together just pisses Pierro so much, that he accidentally vented to Columbina. Columbina being the sweetheart she is, suggested that the both of you showcase your strengths to the soldiers. When Pierro came to you with the suggestion, you refused at first but Pierro taunted you by saying I supposed a youngling like you couldn’t possibly win against the likes of me. That definitely taunted you.
The plan become much more complex when you reported to the Tsaritsa of Pierro’s suggestion. The queen agreed immediately as she suggested that the battle shall be showcase to the whole nation. You were going to refuse but the look on her majesty’s face was filled with so much excitement, you could only sigh as you went on to plan for the eventful day.
On the day, Pierro was proven how wrong yet how right he is. He’s right that you’re a youngling, what he’s wrong is how strong of a youngling you are. Pierro and you stood on the vast ground, a few meters away from each other. The fight begins with the declaration from the queen, and it ensues for only 30 minutes because of how catastrophic it was. Pierro and you both display such strength that burns the fire in the soldiers’ hearts and strengthen the faith of the people. The battle was so intense that the Tsaritsa had to personally intervened before the both of you accidentally kill each other. The day was later passed on as the day of the Undefeatable Forces.
So, this idea from the queen might become another catastrophe, in someone else’s country.
“This decision was made because I’ve seen how poorly the both of you treat each other. To avoid future misunderstandings, this mission would be a great opportunity to drain any bad blood between the both of you. Is that understood?”. The both of you could feel the coldness and demanding tone of the queen, as a synchronized ‘understood’ resounded through the chamber.
“To ensure that the both of you don’t kill each other, I have also decided on placing a companion, as a mediator. Please come in”. Now, Pierro have an intuitive goosebump when it comes to this particular, young man.
“Hello my dear lovely seniors! I have come to mediate the burning”, Childe wiggles his eyebrows, “passion! between the both of you”. Indeed, the Tsaritsa is wise. Pierro and you groan and turns around, 2 pair of eyes greeted with the wide smile of Childe. Pierro had to close his eyes, and pinch the bridge of his nose; controlling his breathing because of course out of the many people, Childe, the constant cause of his headache is the one mediating the both of you. The mission is going to be one hell of a mission.
The meeting ended shortly after the Cryo Archon explain in detail of when they should go, as well as much further detail on what the mission is truly about. She reminded us again to be ‘nicer’ to each other. The mission is the be carried on in three days’ time, so everyone will have enough time to prepare and delegate tasks to subordinates.
Three days had passed and you dreaded the day of the mission every single moment ever since. You had packed enough for you to last for a month, and had thought that you will just buy your other needs later at Natlan. You were waiting for Pierro and Childe, while placing your cargo into the carriage.
“Good morning, Mis (y/n)!”. You were sheathing your swords back to its sheath when you saw the figure of two tall man walking over to you.
“Good morning, Childe, are you ready?”. Childe nodded and explained how he asked for Pierro’s opinion whether he should bring his sword or his polearm, and you nodded at him, trying to understand his rambling on how he couldn’t just choose any weapon. Your eyes fell upon Pierro and both of you frowned at each other, but then was reminded of the other mission. So Pierro give you a curt nod which you acknowledged.
It took 5 days for the band to reach Natlan and surprisingly, both you and Pierro only argued for a little of time. Mainly on petty stuff like the road, but again, surprisingly, Childe’s presence eases the arguments by giving the both of you ultimatums all the time. For example, when the company stopped to rest for the day, you and Pierro fought on whether the company should rest near the forests or the rivers, thankfully, since Childe was there, he immediately and playfully suggested that either we separate on our own way or we can travel a bit further and stay in an inn that he frequent. The voice raising match instantly subside with a huff, and a shaking of Childe’s head at how childish his superiors could be.
Once the team reaches Natlan, you immediately instructed Childe to find accommodation while Pierro also asked him to immediately book for a meeting room, so that once the team finishes scouting the area; a meeting will immediately commence. Throughout, the few days of the mission, the subordinates have come to a conclusion of how perfectly in sync you and Pierro are. What surprises them more is how professional both you and Pierro could be as the usual banter were placed with serious discussion and mutual agreements.
This is not surprising to you though, since Pierro understands your modus operandi as much as you did to him, therefore whenever the both of you are instructed to work side by side, the mission is a definite success. Not only that, since you’re naturally a sociable and likeable person, you prefer scouring for information on the ‘surface’, making use of your vast cultural knowledge and eloquence to get the information you needed.
While Pierro prefers to work in the shadows; going to places unthinkable by the normal people, using fists and staining the floor with red. It’s a great source of information indeed, especially on the dirty things Natlan has been covering. So, after 2 weeks, the company begun its final mission, the confirmation of where the Gnosis of the Natlan’s archon might be.
The mission begins at night and once the team reaches the place, Pierro commanded everyone to be vigilant and to scatter in two group led by Pierro and you. It took 20 minutes for you and Pierro to reach a huge door at the same time, the place possibly holding the Gnosis. Pierro blasts the door open and it took him several hits for the door to take damage. Inside were mountains of gold, and from a far you can see a light shining down on a glass boxed item which you’re sure is the Gnosis. All of a sudden, the ground shakes and stone people along with ruin guards erects, putting the whole team on standby as you scream.
“Get ready to fight!! No one dies and immediate retreat! We have reached our goal!”. The band roars as blades and elemental powers clashes.
It came out of nowhere, the double arrow stretched and you knew in mere seconds it will reach you. How careless you thought, it’s not like you’re some kind of newbie who just started learning how to traverse the battlefield, yet here you are making an absolute rookie mistake. You were bracing for the arrows to hit you when a flurry of clothes suddenly stood in front of you, and the whistling sound of the arrow turns into a crunching, sickening sound when it pierces flesh.
The man in front of you, Pierro, grunts in pain as he fell to his knees. You gasped in shocked as you quickly cast a barrier in front of him, halting the arrows coming and running towards the kneeling Pierro. You kneeled down in front of him, inspecting his wounds and thankfully both arrows only pierced his side and his arm, but what’s unfortunate is that, both arrows pierced him still. Pierro grimaces in pain as you held onto his shoulders, a surging panic coming into your system when Pierro’s wound is bleeding rather profusely.
“Shit, Pierro, I-..”.
“Calm down (y/n). Assess the situation and win the battle. I will be alright. I’ll freeze my wounds to stop the bleeding.”. Pierro’s words grounded you immediately as you nodded. A need to burn the ground up to the sky engulfs you, as you cast a barrier around Pierro.
The battle ended quickly, much to Childe’s liking, but he was satisfied to finally see the rumored Blazing Light in action. Your handling of the fire element was impeccable and again he’s reminded again of why you are the right hand of the Queen Tsaritsa. You screamed out orders to those who’s still standing to help those who are injured and find anyone who had perished.
Pierro was immediately transferred back to the hotel as to begin his healing. You were there during his transferring and when the medic team was stitching him up and healing him, you could only stood outside as you lament on your stupidity. You couldn’t help but think of the worst; things like what if Pierro died today. Then your mind wanders to your relationship with Pierro.
It wasn’t always this bad, if anything, you used to look up to him a lot and when you came in, Pierro was respectful to you. You remembered the day you and Pierro could actually laugh together, but it all were destroyed when you and Pierro went on a mission for the first time.
He was strict, and you were still weak and wet behind the ears. So, you did some mistakes that could endanger the whole team, which you admitted but Pierro got so angry at you and told you that you will never amount to anything. After that mission, the both of you stray away from each other, him, too proud to admit he was too harsh while you burning with the passion to prove him wrong.
And wrong was he proven when you emerged to be the Tsaritsa right hand, her direct aide. Pierro was proud, that the youngling had become a prominent character, but the bad blood between the both of you had become too thick.
You could hear the doctor telling Pierro that he will be bandaging his arms and he is instructed to get some rest. Upon hearing that, you walked in, avoiding Pierro’s face as you asked the medical team to leave as you will be helping Pierro to bandage his arm. The doctor nods as he packs up his items and leave. Once the door closes, you silently walk towards Pierro and sit down beside him on the bed. You took the bandage as you took his hand, and places it on your lap, so you can wrap the bandage.
You’re not sure what to say, or the right word to utter, and you can’t even look at his face because you knew, the guilt is swarming in your eyes. You can’t also help but be reminded of your first mission. You inspected his arm and the wound had been stitched but you knew how painful it must have been, you had experienced it before. So, you could only silently wrap the bandage while thinking of the words to say.
What you don’t know is how intensely Pierro is staring at you from the beginning you came in, until you sat down beside him. Pierro knows what you’re thinking and he wanted to deny them but he waited. Once you finished, you let your hands fell on your lap, where Pierro’s hand still stays. Gently, you took his hand, rubbing the palm with your thumb; the action startled Pierro a bit but he stays patient. This is the first time you were ever this handsy with him.
“Why did you take the hit?”. You finally asked, voice a bit wobbly after trying so hard to swallow your feelings.
There was thick silence for a bit until Pierro answers. “Because I want to”. Pierro said in his husky, deep tone but there was a certain tiredness in it. When you heard his answer, your hand instinctively squeezes his hand as your voice raises.
“Bullshit Pierro! You could have died! You should have let me took it, I was too careless and it was my fault!”. Pierro was silent, and the silence burns your anger more as tears of frustration started to spill. You don’t exactly understand why you’re crying; you admit, you have always been an emotional person but when it comes to this old man, your emotions had always been those of anger and annoyance. Yet here you are tearing over anger, annoyance, guilt and care.
“Why are you being quiet for?! Fucking speak! Tell me that I was being careless-”.
“Well do you want me to see you with blood all over?”. Pierro voiced loudly as your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as your eyes snapped towards his, and finally, you could see the intensity of Pierro’s gaze. His eyes soften when he saw your teary eyes, as he whispers. Pierro don’t understand himself, why is being so gentle, is it because of the arrows. Or maybe it’s something that he has been keeping to himself because you could have died today. The arrows were not avoidable that’s why he took it.
“I’ll take the arrows over and over again, as long as you’re save (y/n). You were not careless”. Pierro places a hand on your cheeks as he wipes away the tears from your eye.
“What…”. The sudden affection from him took you by surprise yet instead of screaming bloody murder at him, your body leans towards his touch, your lips pouted slightly, though by absolute reflex you believe. Pierro gave you a small smile, heart thumping at how cute you could be, as he speaks again.
“Finally, you’re looking at me”. A blush crept onto your face as you try to look down but he held your chin, holding your face and making sure you’re looking at him. Suddenly, the air in the room changes; a certain tension filled the air. Your hand that was squeezing Pierro are now clasped tight, his thumb rubbing on your knuckles while the thumb on your face rubbed circles on your hot cheek.
You could see Pierro glancing towards your lips and somehow you became hyper aware of your surroundings. How Pierro is actually a very handsome man, though old. How his usually well-kept hair became slightly messy, his bangs curtaining the side of his face; and how very shirtless and very delicious his body is.
The wait is agony, as Pierro leans forward his eyes glancing back and forth between your eyes and your lips, occasionally licking his lips. He had to admit, though you are an absolute menace in his day to day, he had catch himself sneaking glances at you far too many times. He convinced himself that he’s trying to make sure you’re not making any mistake. Then he caught himself admiring how you powerfully speaks and conducts the room and now his every being is screaming at him to stop but he can’t. You’re a delicacy, a rarity, a gem he had subconsciously wishes to keep tight.
And finally. His lips touch yours; soft, eyes closed as you deepen the kiss. Pierro parted his lips slightly and you didn’t waste any time slipping your tongue inside. Tongue clashes and you could taste the slight metallic taste of blood but you couldn’t care. Your hand on his chest, as his hand on your cheek slips past your ears and tightens around your hair, forcing you to grunt, allowing him to give you more.
He pulled your body close, his chest flush on yours as he places both his hand on your waist, slowly inching upwards and creating goosebumps on your skin. You unlatch your lips from him, heavily breathing with your face flush. Your sensual look sends Pierro over the edge as adrenaline spikes and pushes you to the bed, laying kisses on your necks. Your hand reaches for his hair as you moaned when he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck.
“Pierro…”. You whispered as he stops and stares at you, a hunger deep in his eyes.
“Shh… let me take care of you”. Pierro murmur, as he leans down, when all of a sudden, the door swung open and an abomination call Childe came in.
“Sir, how is your wou… Oh”. It was clear as day what you were doing, the position itself was a given tell of the activities ensuing. Childe’s face changed from astound to amused immediately as you sighed while Pierro tried shielding you.
“What the hell do you want Ajax”. Oh no Childe thought, Pierro used his real name and usually he would be terrified because Pierro only uses his name when he’s in deep trouble but he knew that his leader is not going to do much towards him. Not when the object of his secret obsession is finally in his hands. Childe smiled cheekily as he places a hand on the door knob.
“Oh! Absolutely nothing my wonderful Sir, the matter shall be spoken tomorrow”. As he was going to close the door, he threw a wink and a thumbs up. “Have fun!!”. A giggling Childe skips off.
Pierro sighed as he apologises and he was expecting you to be angry yet you giggled and pecks his lip. He was trying to continue where the both of you left off when you place a finger on his lips.
“I think you need to rest, you’re a wounded soldier”.
“It doesn’t even hurt (y/n)”. You laughed as you guided him to lay beside you which he reluctantly allows but he still wanted to continue.
“Though it doesn’t hurt, a wound need to properly heal”. You explain as you stood up and pats down your clothes and fixes your hair. You went over to the side of the bed and sits down at the little space close to him.
“But-”.
“Pierro, again, you’re wounded and I don’t want to risk anything”. You then lean down and kisses his cheek as you whisper in his ear. “Besides… we can continue this when you’re all stronger and energized…”. Your whisper seductively, placing a kiss on his lips while palming his chest.
Once you wished him good night and closes the door quietly, Pierro swears that he’s going to ask the Tsaritsa for a potion to increase the healing of one’s body because he can’t wait anymore. You shall be his.
EXTRA SCENE
The Tsaritsa had called for you and Pierro to the throne room, and there the both of you were kneeling down. The queen then asked for the both of you to raise and be at ease, when you saw Childe standing beside her majesty. The icy glare of the queen reaches you and Pierro as she asks.
“So, when will the wedding happen?”.
Once your brain understands her question, you cursed at Childe for his tattletale ass, while your face reddens. Pierro coughs in surprise as he eyes Childe who immediately avoided his gaze.
“I shall discuss it with (y/n) soon, and we will inform you, your majesty”.
Your head whipped to the side at Pierro’s answer because yeah, the both of you did continue your halted activities, a bit too many times, and you’re not complaining but marriage? Well, you’re still not complaining.
“Great!”. The queen exclaimed delightfully as she dismisses the both of you and turns to Childe.
“Ajax, we shall discuss further who the baby will look after”. The Tsaritsa voice.
“Definitely not the father your Majesty”.
Pierro could feel his blood bubbling as you place a hand on his back, rubbing it to calm him down.
“I swear I’ll behead that kid”. You could only chuckle as you listen to the old man, your old man grumbles on how insolent Childe have been recently while you thank the ginger for bringing the both of you together.
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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers
Synopsis : You try to break up your boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan..
Characters : Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader (Separately)
When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.
When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.
Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.
With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.
The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.
Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.
If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.
So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.
But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.
When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking.
At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.
But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul. He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him.
Not even in your dreams. It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.
You immediately blacked out.
When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms. Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.
If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken.
You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.
The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.
When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.
You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.
When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you. It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin.
You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin. Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.
Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.
Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.
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Pierro has full silver chest hair and a nice thick silver happy trail💕 he loves it when his goddess runs her hands over his chest n toned belly, it feels so intimate♡
yes yes THIS. hairy pierro supremacy MMMM
the most intimate moment of all is when the two of you bathe together. he always enjoys the way you pin your hair back and away from your face before getting in the bath; it gives him a wonderful view of his lovely wife’s pretty face. you always offer to soap him down even though he insists he can do it himself— to which you protest by saying he can't reach his back by himself so you have to do it for him, right? your hands feel impossibly smooth and gentle as they slide down his body, lathering him with your favorite soap and worshipping every muscle, scar, and mark on his body. you take care to pay special attention to his hair as well— he recalls you mentioning that you have a certain affinity for such masculine traits such as a nice thick happy trial and a lovely field of chest hair. does he ‘get’ it? probably not, but he’s more than willing to just let you enjoy yourself by praising him with your words and hands despite how ill-equipped he feels to receive such praise.
such gestures of affection are enough to chip away even at the cold, hard exterior of a man as icy and distant as pierro— he’s witnessed so much suffering and pain both prior to and immediately following the fall of khaenri’ah that experiencing such gestures of affection almost feels… unsettling. foreign, perhaps. he’d like to say he’s unworthy of such tender loving care from someone as loving and generous as you, but he knows better than to say such things out loud because you’d pout at him and tell him to “cut that kind of talk out” because you won’t listen to your husband, who’s plenty caring and loving in his own right, talk about himself like that. if anything, you’d just argue that everything he’s witnessed only makes him more worthy of such gentle treatment— he deserves the solace he was never granted in the past, you’d say.
as sweet as you are, you’re also impossibly stubborn too, pierro’s come to realize— not so much in a bullheaded, self-righteous way as some of the old royals he used to know were, but in a way that always lets him know when you won’t take “no” for an answer if the way you always manage to convince him to let you wash his body for him in the bath is any proof of that claim. it’s endearing, really— the way you refuse to let him speak poorly of himself because you know how much of a perfect man he really is, gruff exterior and slightly distant personality and all. pierro only watches as you run your fingers gently over the rough skin of his many, many scars and through the thick patches of hair decorating his chest and pubic bone, thankful that you’re too focused on taking care of him to see the slight (and, in his opinion, embarrassing) smile on his face.
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heart full of stars.
pairings/characters: pierro x gn!reader
warnings⚠️: slightly suggestive, use of pet names (dear, darling, sweetheart), skin contact !
synopsis: (bascially,) a short dialogue between you and pierro on Christmas morning
wc: 0.6k++
note: helloo hellooo this is the 2nd installment for my little christmas event sorry for updating it so late I was out with my family but I hope you enjoy this short fic,, as always likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and feel free to point out any mistakes I have ! <33
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This morning was cold, a lot colder than what you normally woke up to. Today, you were the first to wake up. Normally it would have been Pierro since he had his harbinger duties to deal with but since it was Christmas, the tsaritsa had allowed all the harbingers a break, including you dear Pierro. This was one of those rare opportunities where he got to sleep to his heart's content. You, on the other hand, seemed to have other plans for the day.
“Pierro dear…” you drew out, trying to flip over from your position to face him, fortunately for you but unfortunately for him, this caused him to awaken from his slumber.
“Yes y/n dear?” he replied groggily, sleep very much still evident in his baritone.
“Guess what day it is” you grinned, finally managing to turn around fully, now facing him with his eyes closed.
“What day is it?” he rasped, not fully processing what you were saying.
“It's Christmas !”
“Oh, yay,” Pierro dragged unenthusiastically, his eyes remaining closed as he said so.
“Awh come on dear, let's go unwrap the presents under the tree.” you rolled over, about to jump off the bed when a pair of arms snaked around your torso, preventing you from leaving the bed.
You sighed, trying to pry off his arms but they just wouldn't budge. You tried to wiggle out of his hold but he just tightened his arms around you even more. You even tried poking at his sides but to no avail.
Did it not tickle? He was immune to your tickling?
“Sleep in with me.” he simply answered when you asked him to let you go.
“But I'm already wide awake and there's no way I'm falling asleep on Christmas morning.”
“Not even if I give you unlimited kisses and snuggles?” he bargained, a smile cracking onto his face as he opened his eyes slightly to look at the expressions painted onto your face
You fell silent, momentarily contemplating if it was a good deal. Kisses and snuggles sounded really nice right now.
“No, not even for kisses and snuggles,” you replied firmly, trying to get out of the hold he had on you, barring you from leaving your shared bed with his arms around your waist.
“Let me go…” you pleaded, wanting to leave the room so that you could see the pristine white snow while sipping on a cup of hot chocolate.
“I'm not letting go of you.”
“But I wanna go see the Christmas tree, and the snow, and everything else.” you pouted, trying to wiggle free from the tight grasp he had on you.
“Stop squirming darling, I don't think you’d want to cause any unwanted trouble now,” he spoke against the shell of your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand and a wave of goosebumps rise on your arm, a blush now dusting the apples of your cheeks.
This stupid chokehold his voice had over you. Damn his voice.
“Heard that sweetheart,” he whispered against your neck this time, making you let out a squeal having not realised that you had unconsciously spoken your thoughts.
“Tsk,” you rolled your eyes, making yourself comfortable as you tried to pull the blanket up, it had slid down when you were busy trying to get out of the stronghold Pierro had you in.
“Oh come on sweetheart, now you get unlimited kisses and snuggles and i get extra sleep, if that ain't a win-win situation then I don't know what is.”
“Fine hmph, but just this time, I wanna drink the hot cocoa after this,” you huffed, trying to sound angry but Pierro knew there was no malice behind those words.
“Thanks darling,” he grinned, snuggling back up against you.
“Merry Christmas, sweet dreams sweetheart.”
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Roses and Wine
I got bored and decided to write this. Might expand on this later on
Yandere (?) Fatui harbingers x servant! Reader x possible traveller?
Nsfw, perv touching, innuendos.
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It has been a very long time since you've seen another person that isn't a Fatui staff or the Harbingers themselves.
Your short skirt is distracting to the other agent that dares to stare at your semi exposed behind that Sandrone had dressed you in.
"More wine, my Lords and Ladies?" Asking them as a cold bottle of red wine rests in your embrace. Pressing up against your chest. Even though you're living in this frigid winter for a long time, thanks for Il Dottore's vials. It's still so cold for you, and like the snow, the Harbingers themselves are just as ruthless.
Pierro gestures for another cup, nodding and blood colored liquid streams out and fills the crystal wine glass.
"Nya-!?" A pathetic cry left your mouth when you felt your exposed butt cheek smacked by someone. You had spilled a drop of wine out of fright.
"Wow comrade, even after all that work. You still attend with us here." It was Tartaglia groping you, your abused body started to squirm. The marionette glared at him from her robotic seat.
"L- lord Tartaglia, please we're in public!" Trying to reason is like talking to a brick wall.
Soft moans can be heard while his gloved hand went beyond your ass, probably squeezing him with your thighs alone.
You dare not plead for help, lest you want them to think of it the other way. "Tch, alright, which one of you came in her and didn't even bother to clean her up?" The youngest harbinger scowled and inserted his hand further in, gaining another melodious groan from your lips.
" You seemed awfully compliant today, Balladeer." Grinned the wise doctor.
" Pipe your mouth bird face, that woman's too troublesome to begin with." Scaramouche couldn't stop staring earlier at your writhing figure, more or less staring at the bottle between your chest.
You couldn't drop it, or else they'll use that as an excuse to punish you. Since you're next to the first Harbinger, you could feel his gaze the most even though he only has one eye.
"C'mere, lil cutie." The ginger haired teen pulled you to his lap, his hands touching you all over. Taking away the booze from your possession.
"What a child, playing with food." Sandrone seems disgusted but her eyes are trained on your legs that stretch and curl up when the 11th harbinger gets more risqué.
"____!" That booming voice could be recognized anywhere. You jumped out of the battle lusted man and peered over the balcony. There could only be one person who'd use your actual name in this world.
Far below where blood is spilled for the audience's pleasure and boast of glory. There's the traveller with a rusty, blood-soaked sword in hand with no flying companion to be seen.
The brandish and clashing of steel rang with such zeal throughout the arena. "Traveller!" Finally, a friendly face.
"Traveller, look out!" You moved a bit over the edge, letting your feet be slightly off the floor. Giving an eyeful
Unbeknownst to you, there are whispers amongst the dreadful social elites while keeping an eye on the gorgeous view in front of them. Saying that whoever defeated the traveller will have you for tonight in Pucinella's words, trying to wingman you with the other Harbingers.
No hesitation, Arlecchino, Childe and Capitano jumped down to the battlefield. Weapons ready, and thirst for the foreigner's blood.
Spooked by both of them, causing you to nearly fall if it weren't for Pantalone pulling you close to him.
"Careful little pearl, you'll get hurt." Face against his chest.
" I'll enjoy you serving me tonight with a new bottle of wine I purchased a week ago." He mumbled into your ear. Knowing him, it's probably spiked for you to consume.
" I am in dire need of a new assistant for my current research." The doctor merely chuckles, thinking of all the expressions the servant could make every time he injects needles and serums into her bloodstream. "Try not to eat any cheese, little mouse. My experiment could be ruined with it."
"Hmm… how about this, all of us join forces, it's a win-win." Columbina suggested, yawning.
" For once I agree with damselette, it's rather foolish of us to be against one another… " Pierro agreed.
" Mmph, this will be worth it then." Scaramouche tossed his hat away.
"get fucked!" - Scribe
#reader insert#fatui x reader#genshin x reader#pantalone x reader#capitano x you#pantalone x you#childe x y/n#pierro x y/n#dottore x y/n#sandrone x reader#scaramouche x y/n#columbina x reader#arlecchino x y/n
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