#arlecchino x y/n

[sunnysamaa]

Fantasy au ☀️

Nobility!Arlecchino x reader

[ordowrites]

potions and brews

cw: mdni, dub-con, aphrodisiacs, afab reader with little pronouns used, mild yandere content with wanderer, general not sfw warnings., begging, oral (f.receiving) user has a vision, praising (use of "good girl"), orgasm denial, degradation, slightly unhealthy relationships, slight dom/sub dynamics, breeding kink

synopsis: inspired by the current genshin event going on! (the reader is not the Traveler), genshin characters reacting to you (or them) consuming an aphrodisiac.

characters: diluc, kaeya, arlecchino, wanderer

i. diluc

you frown as you stare at him, his face is flustered a bit and he clears his throat. he tries to find words as you across your arms over your chest, an unamused look crossing your face as he fumbles a bit.

"ah - i-it seems that i may have had the traveler get a bit too creative with potion making." he's too polite to say it or maybe even too embarrassed, but you can tell in his gorgeous red eyes that he needs something. before you can even open your mouth to offer help, maybe your hydro vision could cool him down some, his strong arms are wrapping around you and pulling you flush close to him. lips find yours as quickly as possible.

"i'm sorry," he groans after he breaks away. it isn't long before he's began stripping both of you, pushing you against his desk and uttering those words again. you try to lightly protest, informing diluc that he's not in the right state of mind, he cuts you off with a soft bite to your neck, fingers pressing against your slick cunt. and when he husks your name against your ear in the way that always makes you weak in your knees, you lose all reasoning as you let him fuck you against his desk.

"i know, i'm sorry, need you so badly - ugh, such a good girl for me. fuck. gonna fill you up over and over again."

ii. kaeya

"kaeya," you beg as you stare up at him with desperation and you squirm on your place on his bed. "kaeya, please." the consumption of an aphrodisiac was accidental and all your instincts told you to go to the ever so kind calvary captain for help. he's smart, after all - he would have a solution.

except now, you're not quite sure what that solution is - or really, you just don't want to say it out of pure humiliation. your studies have always been botany, that you should have been a bit wiser to whatever you put in your mouth. but alas, science wins over mental logical any day.

he's grinning at you, from ear to ear as he looms over you.

"my, what a mess you've made of yourself." he teases as he climbs onto his bed - his fingers tantalizingly stroking what skin he can reach. "and of my bed."

"hurry up," you plead. there is a look in kaeya's eye as he pushes you down on your back.

"precious, i don't think you're in the right position to be making demands." but he obliges anyways, hands wandering to your breasts. you're in for a very long afternoon.

"keep begging me, precious, and maybe i'll let you cum. look how pretty you are like this, all needy and desperate for me. would be a shame if we neded this too soon, yes? you can go one more round for me."

iii. arlecchino

you think she might be mad, with the way she's looking at you - maybe even displeased. you're not sure, but all you know is you want and she is right there.

"who drugged you?" it's clear she's trying to maintain some sense of composure, though you're not sure if she's going to be able to maintain such a prim and proper state as you squirm and try to soothe your too hot body with the coolness if your hydro vision.

"i uh -" you try to find the words, feeling the humiliation creep up on you. "n-nobody."

"nobody?" you nod. arlecchino doesn't seem to believe you, but she strides over to you anyways. of course not, you want to say. nobody would ever dare lay a finger on the knave's most precious person. she sighs as she looks over you. "i suppose it can't be helped." you tremble as she touches you - you're not sure if it's out of fear or lust, either way, your thoughts stop when she kisses you.

you're soon on your hands and knees, your tongue working at your soaked cunt as a clawed hands grip at your long hair, the other at your throat. you grind desperately against her shoe, trying to chase the coil that's only started to tighten in your stomach. all you can think about is arlecchino, how wonderful she tastes on your tongue, how you would do anything for her - oh how you need -

"no getting off - this is a punishment, my little gem. there we go. oh you're growing tired? weary? that's too bad, the lesson needs to stick about consuming strange things. work harder to please me."

iv. the wanderer

hunger, that's the term you can apply to the way he's looking at you right now. hungry. he knows, because of course he knows - nothing ever escapes his perceptive eyes. and he looks pleased, worst of all, with your flushed cheeks and soft whines as you try to get yourself off. you didn't dare go to him, because you never know how he's going to react.

of course, he's a welcomed presence - with the way he's reverently kissing you and touching you everywhere he can. you gasp out his name, hips bucking the moment his lips touch your needy cunt. it doesn't take long for him to get drunk on it, lips, mouth, fingers working at you until you're mewling and moaning mess, debauching his face as you move your hips.

slow, closed circles around your clit as you clenching around his fingers as you cum and he looks thrilled. pants off, cock erect - he keeps you pinned with his inhuman strength as he slowly enters you. it doesn't really dawn on you that no protection is being used as you bliss out when his cock fully enters you.

this, you think within the fog of your mind as your legs wrap around his hips. is where i belong.

"what a slut, accepting drinks from strangers like that. you're so stupid but you're lucky i love you. i'm going to breed you - don't think i won't. you'll be mine, permanently. mine, all mine."

[pigeonpeach]

Jealous harbingers

Warning: yandere like tendencies or behaviors but not fully. Also ofc jealously and violence

Characters: Childe, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone

Childe is definitely the worst when it comes to jealousy. He’s number 11 so he’s eager to rise up the ranks, but he also refuses to bring you around the other harbingers because he worries they’d use you to get to him. And it would work. Hook line and sinker. Even if its innocent. The only harbinger he’d let you around is Puncinella and that’s because the guy is like family to him so of course he doesn’t mind. But if he must he has you close 24/7. He cuts off his colleagues if they get too comfortable and is quick to show displays of affection as of means to dissuade anyone. He also will leave enough hickies to make you look like a dalmation

Capitano is actually very calm when jealous. For the simple fact that scenario is incredibly unlikely to happen. No man is stupid enough to flirt with his partner, especially when you’re consistently guarded and accompanied. Not even Dottore would risk his wrath. But if some idiot does decide to try they won’t last long. Like at all. He will just grab them by their skull and toss them like they’re a lingering piece of garbage. He will not leave hickies on you however because with his strength that could actually do serious damage and he just refuses to risk hurting for that. He will likely have you wear his insignia in some way on your outfit if you go out without him.

Dottore is worse but hes good at covering for it. Like Captiano he is less likely to let you be alone in public without him or underling. But he knows you’re a beautiful sight so you would catch a eye or too. You won’t know that the underlings avoid your gaze because the last few that lingered their gaze quickly became test subjects of some horrible experiments. He is also not stupid enough to show you off to the other harbingers. You’re likely in your own wing of the lab building in a comfortable environment with attendees far from where any colleague of his is allowed to go. Although he will probably get jealous of his clones. The younger segments are more neutral towards you but the older ones are more likely to try and hold you or kiss your hand while he’s not in the room. It’s quite a mess for him.

Pantalone is not like Dottore in that he will show off his prized jewel in the appropriate settings. They wear custom matching outfits meant to clearly indicate they are his, jewelry paralleling his own, with a hand on the waist at all times as he mostly dominates conversations with strangers or colleagues. He is proud that you are his. He makes it well known. In public he is usually not so touchy minus holding you. But if he notices the lingering gazes and jealous stares he gets he won’t hesitate to stoke those agitation as a way of showing dominance. For instance he may pull you into s dance in which he keeps you pressed so close to him. He may pull you in for a quick kiss or a long one depending on how mischievous he is feeling.

Arlecchino

You’ll need not to deal with such things. More likely than not you’ll be busy in the orphanage. The rare occasion she allows you to accompany her is for special events she thinks you would enjoy. Often times your shared children are also brought as body guards to you. So you won’t be left alone. If any would be suitor comes by they’ll swiftly redirect them and engage if they get violent. But if a harbinger were to try their luck…. Arlecchino will not hold her tongue nor keep up appearances as she pulls you from the conversation and kindly reminds said harbinger to keep their hands to themselves. Once you’re home safe and alone however her teeth with be in your neck making enough hickies to make you into a leopard.

Sandrone

You are her most prized possession by far. Beautiful puppets and such. She is seldom seen in public or in events. Often sending underlings in her stead. It helps she’s also not nearly as social able or diplomatic. But she is a very jealous lover. She hates the idea of anyone else having eyes on you. She may subtly influence you to stay by her side more and more. Not even the most arrogant harbinger would dare to challenge her.

Columbina

She is actually least likely to be jealous. She’s a odd woman. But if she didn’t think you would stay loyal then she wouldn’t have let you out of the house today anyways! Your attire is tailored and customized to match hers. Sometimes you dawn a veil as she thinks if she sees your pretty face too much she’ll loose all restraint and just get carried away with you. Truly a strange woman. Not even the most reckless of harbingers would challenge her.

[torntoblivion]

arlecchino with a cat/bunny s/o would be sosososo 💕 she'd buy the prettiest collars and give headpats as rewards

i'm combining these two together!

arlecchino and her kitty partner

cws: nsfw utc (mdni!), gn!reader, tail pulling, pegging, cunnilingus, scratching, overstimulation

sfw

arlecchino loves to have you sleeping on her large desk while she's working, with one hand she'll work and the other will scratch your ears as you take a nap.

she definitely pats your head as a reward, she loves how happy that makes you.

one time arlecchino stepped on your tail and felt so bad, she kissed it as an apology.

the kids at the oprhanage love to pet you as well, sometimes they can go a little overboard but arlecchino gently warns them to be careful.

she sometimes calls you "kitty" to tease you, all in good fun.

nsfw

expect arlecchino to pull on your tail gently like she does with your hair, especially when she's fucking you from behind.

she buys you the fanciest and most expensive collars, all the best for her partner. she will attach a leash to the collar and tug on it occasionally while you're eating her out.

when she's fucking you missionary, feel free to scratch all over her back. she definitely has a little bit of masochism in her.

she loves it when you wrap your tail around her leg when she's pounding into your hole, she thinks it adds onto the intimacy.

if your ears are sensitive, arlecchino will use that to her advantage when she's overstimulating you.

[vindoesanything]

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛”…

Word count: 723 Warning: Angst, Mentions of death Arlecchino x Y/N

Y/N: Isn't the moon beautiful...?

[A soft, weak voice leaves their cold lips as they address the question to the one they thought would reciprocate their feelings. Their arms slowly wrap around her body in a warm and gentle embrace, holding them close before their demise.]

Y/N: The moon shines bright, even when the darkest of voids encapsulates its entire being...

Arlecchino: ...

Y/N: That's why I love the thought of calling you my "Moon" one day...

[After their unexpected confession, Arlecchino feels their tender hold begin to loosen, reminding her of the inevitable. Their body slowly turns limp as they lean their whole weight further into her body, desperately trying to feel her warmth against their weak frame.]

Y/N: It's getting rather chilly... Don't you think?

Arlecchino: I-...

Y/N: It's okay... You don't have to answer that... I understand...

[Their hands slowly move up to cup her cheeks, using every fiber of their being to show how much they adore her. Arlecchino's eyes gaze down upon the pathetic sight, seeing how pale and weak they are under her cold, apathetic gaze. Despite it all, she blatantly stares at Y/N's soft lips, watching them curl into a reassuring smile, hoping to calm whatever turmoil is in her mind.]

Y/N: I know you have to cut ties with me... I know you have to reach your goals no matter the obstacles that stand before you... But I want one thing from you before I leave your side...

[Arlecchino watches the light in their eyes slowly diminish with every word they speak. In spite of it, she gave them a firm nod, wanting to accomplish one last request before they leave her.]

Y/N: Please... Stay with me... Stay with me until my time ends...

[Regardless of their untimely demise, their smile still shines through as they lean their head on her shoulder.]

Y/N: You are so warm... I want to stay here for the rest of my life...

[As time passes, their grip around her completely loosens as their hands drop to their side, finally ending their time altogether. Now only thing left here is a pale corpse leaning against a cold and emotionless woman.]

Arlecchino: ...

[Soon after their death, her arms unexpectedly begin to wrap around Y/N's body, lowering herself down to her knees with them cradled close to her heart, feeling the need to keep them close despite the things she has done.]

Arlecchino: Why... Why does this hurt so much...

[It takes some time for her to process everything that has happened, and once it dawns on her that the one she had cared for is deceased in her arms, her tears begin to trickle down her cheek, another emotion she had never thought she could display out front.]

Arlecchino: This was never meant to happen... If you would have listened to me you wouldn't have been-...

[She doesn't want to finish her own statement once she gazes down upon the peaceful expression that rests on your face. It was heartbreaking to see them in this state, and the realization that they have thought she never reciprocated their feelings back shatters her heart into a million pieces.]

Arlecchino: Y/N... My sweet Y/N... How I would have loved to call you my shining "Star"...

[Her hands begin to slide up to their cheeks, feeling the need to have them face her, even if it hurts to see them so... lifeless.]

Arlecchino: My... My shining "Star"... Oh why did I have to kill you...

[Those words of regret slowly fill her mind, and this all could have been avoided if YOU hadn’t come out of your hiding place. But who can she blame for all this? They were afraid, it is normal to be… And not only they were afraid for their own lives, but they were afraid for Hers too…]

Arlecchino: Why… Why must it hurt so much… Why?!

[The tears in her eyes begin to trickle down upon Y/N’s cold but soft face, letting every droplet caress their features with a gentle brush of regretful longing. Soon, she begins to caress their cheek with a tender thumb, slowly grazing along their soft features, as every stroke she makes becomes a reminder of who she ultimately killed.]

Arlecchino: My… only… star…

(a/n: Speaking of stars, our galaxy has countless of them! The only reason we can’t see it is because of the light pollution most city has… So go out and find a place where there’s not a single light source that can be seen and enjoy your night! This is Vin, signing out. ;) )

[sillyd0ve]

alrecchino + fem!reader because I'm so in love w her (cw: mentions of arlecchino forcing reader to stay with her, arle is a bit meanie :(( not proofread)

“Pretty girl.”

Arlecchino’s long sharp nails trace your spine from just below your neck and down to the curve of your lower back, stopping by the waistband of your panties. the ones she bought you.

“You're mine.”

Her breath tickles your neck, making your shoulders tense and the hairs in your body raise. Arlecchino's feather light touches are very delicate, as if she was caressing an expensive porcelain doll that soon was going to break in little pieces under her hands. Only for her to put all the pieces back together later.

It's been more than thirty minutes, probably, and you were still sitting on her lap. She insisted on taking her time with you as a reward for being a ‘good girl' and staying where she told you to— where she forced you to stay.

You can't complain. Being locked in a big room, full of anything you can ask for, with a big and comfy bed… Why would you ever want to leave? Plus, the Fatui guards standing outside the door won't be nice when bringing you back inside under Harbinger Arlecchino's orders.

“Hm… You're awfully silent today, princess.”

“I don't want to… interrupt you or anything.” You answer back, the trembling in your voice betraying your nervousness.

Arlecchino chuckles, so lovingly that it makes you smile too. Her cold lips press over your naked shoulders, going all the way to the back of your neck. Pushing your hair away, she leans even closer to pressing a kiss to your cheek.

One last tender caress.

“This babydoll suits you, don't you think?”

You look down as her hands trail to your thighs, squeezing the skin just a little before trailing higher, dragging her nails enough to make your skin tingle, but not actually hurting you.

Unlike last time— When you were being pushed down the mattress, folded in half, trembling and squirming from the pleasure, almost forgetting the way her nails were digging on the plush of your thighs. Hickeys all over your tits. Your neck was worse; decorated with bites and red lipstick, only to remind you and everyone who's lover you are.

Arlecchino is generous enough to bring you out as long as you are doing what she wants. Treating you to the finest restaurants, with the most delicious food, bringing you to the best designers in all Teyvat only to see that pretty smile of yours as you try new clothes.

But of course, everyone who sees your immense beauty must know that you're Arlecchino's beloved. Having you close to her is not enough for some people to know that, it seems, so she had to resort to drastic measures, like marking your body.

“Answer.”

Returning back to the present, her knuckles are grazing the skin of your cheek tenderly and her unoccupied hand is spreading your thighs apart.

“Yes—”

You don't even remember her question, not when your mind is clouded with her presence and the need of her attention.

“Good.” You can sense she's smiling, knowing you're just too deep into her trap to crawl and escape now.

Arlecchino's fingers hook around your panties, slowly tugging them down and letting them fall to the floor.

“Now… If you want to be rewarded, just stay still and pretty… Or not, and see where that gets you, doll.”

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

The ring- Arlecchino x fem!reader

Arlecchino often found days long and boring, savoring the moment she got to come home to see you. Of course she would spoil you rotten most days, bringing home flowers, a new hair clip, or something you never thought you would need. Some days she brought home nothing but herself, though that itself was already an amazing gift. Today was different, today's gift was very special

You hadn't even noticed her come in, and it gave you quite the shock when you felt hands wrap around your waist, warm hands that you could recognize anywhere digging into your skin.

"Good evening my darling" her soothing voice rang out against the quiet of your home, a much needed break from the silence that had been haunting you that night. All of the children had managed to be out and about doing things today, so you had stayed home by yourself to get things done, yet the eerie silence has bothered you just about all day.

"Welcome home Arlecchino, how was your day dear?" You turned yourself around to face her, and tucked a small bit of her hair out of the way to better see her eyes.

"Torturous without you there with me." She smiled and let out a small laugh, and then planted a kiss to your forehead. "Though, I think it was worth it, I got you something [name]" she pulled out a small box from the inside pocket of her jacket, and stood back a little as she presented it to you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. It was a small silver ring, with the most beautiful ruby in the center, a thorn like pattern wrapped around the stone in the center. You looked up at her, and back down at the ring, a big smile across your face, and your eyes holding back tears from the gesture.

"oh my archons Arlecchino, it's beautiful! You're too kind dear, you didn't need to get me this..." Despite your words of slight protest, she could tell how much you liked it as she slipped the ring on your right middle finger. She held your hand out, as she admired it in your hand. She planted a small kiss on your knuckles just below the ring, and then leaned in close to you, whispering in your ear,

"I'll get you another ring to go with that one soon, that way the children can officially start calling you mother."

A/n: I'm back!!! This was gonna be longer but I wanted to post something sooner rather than later, if this one does well like my other Arlecchino fic I'll make a part 2 :)

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Also I'm still begging for requests I'll write just about anything just please send me requests

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Kinktober day 9/10: Shoe humping + D/s dynamics - Arlecchino x reader

Warnings/tags: fem reader (because Arlecchino likes cute/soft girls and you can’t change my mind), you’re called doll and good girl. Shoe humping, service, dominant Arlecchino. Yeah, this one’s a bit intense.

You’ve done well today, Arlecchino decides you can have a reward.

Arlecchino lounged on the dark velvet wingback chair, her legs crossed as she absentmindedly swirled the drink you had brought her. You bit your lip as the clinking of ice against crystal filled the room- anxiously awaiting her verdict on the quality of your service.

When Arlecchino spoke, she spoke in a cold, almost irritated tone, as if she was annoyed she couldn’t find any imperfections to punish you over. “Color me impressed, you actually managed to do a good job today, doll.”

At her words, you nearly sighed in relief, your posture relaxing slightly. The danger had passed, you’d done well.

“On your knees.” Arlecchino commanded, her cold gaze following you as you scrambled to get on your knees before her.

Arlecchino looked down at you from her velvet throne with a slight look of disdain at how you had nearly stumbled over yourself in your rush to obey her order. But as she looked at you like the scum off her shoe, you watched her with wide, begging eyes. You had been so good, you had worked so hard to live up to her impossibly high standards, and you finally received her approval. You knew you had earned yourself a reward, and you were buzzing at the thought of finally receiving Arlecchino’s touch.

Except, Arlecchino didn’t touch you. She scoffed at your hopeful expression, shoving her heeled boot between your legs and bringing her drink to her lips.

“You have until I finish my drink.”

You didn’t move, staring up at Arlecchino in plain confusion.

She rolled her eyes, nudging at your crotch with her foot and speaking in a commanding tone. “Hump it, doll. You’re looking up at me like you expect a reward for doing the bare minimum, and it’s ticking me off. You’re lucky I’m not in any sort of mood to be disciplining you tonight.”

Arlecchino’s words echo in your head as your features freezes in shock and you realize what she’s telling you to do.

Hump it. Like a dog.

You can’t move, mortified at the thought. Your mouth is nearly hanging open in shock and you can feel the warm burn of a dark blush simmering beneath your skin. You look up pleadingly, ready to beg Arlecchino to choose something else, anything else. But when you meet her glare, you can’t help but flinch and cower, like a kicked puppy.

“Are you deaf? I said hump. It.”

She’s getting impatient. You can tell. This is probably your last chance to obey.

You take a deep, shaky breath. Closing your eyes and looking towards the floor in shame, you adjust the skirt of your dress so it’s out of the way, appalled that you’re actually going to do this. You lean forward, brushing your fingers against Arlecchino’s pant leg before thinking better of it, instead placing your hands palm down on the floor and leaning into them.

Lifting your hips, you situated yourself on top of Arlecchino’s shoe, cringing as the damp fabric of your underwear did nothing to insulate you against the cold, black leather of the boot. If anything, it make it worse, making you abruptly curl in on yourself, a pitiful whine escaping your throat as you waited for the leather to warm against your skin.

Your clit was nestled right up against the instep of her boot, and with a simple shift of your weight, you can’t help the soft, breathy moan that escapes you.

Your eyes are clenched shut in shame as you try to establish a rhythm. You move your hips back and forth, a tension slowly building in your gut as pitiful noises fall from your mouth.

You look up, searching Arlecchino’s eyes for any hint of approval. You were doing good, right? You did what she said, isn’t she proud? But Arlecchino’s gaze is stern as ever, and you can’t help how you wilt beneath it.

But you’re too far gone at this point, on the brink of release, and all it takes is one good grind down into the vamp of the boot before you’re whining and sobbing. You grind down, warm pleasure spreading through you as you ride out your orgasm.

Your sobs turn to pitiful choked-off wines and soft, wet hiccups as you come down, your head resting against Arlecchino’s leg as you chase the aftershocks of your high.

After a moment, Arlecchino nudges you- a reminder of her presence and your place- tilting her foot up, and making you whimper at the pressure against your sore cunt.

You look up at her through teary lashes, unable to stop the fresh wave of tears as you notice the empty glass of her drink discarded. You couldn’t help the fear that seized in your chest. You had gone over your time limit, and from the look of the melted ice in the bottom of the glass, you had gone over by a lot.

A surprisingly kind hand runs through your hair, tilting your head up to meet Arlecchino’s warm gaze.

She slides her hands under your arms, lifting you up and setting you on your feet. She stands in front of you and straightens your dress, running her hands over the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles, adjusting the collar so it sits correctly, and fixing your displaced undergarments. She does all of this paying no mind to how you shake with weak knees from the emotional roller coaster of the last few minutes.

“Good girl. We’ll work on your time, but you did good.”

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[hitomisuzuya]

I feel like popping open a champagne bottle to celebrate the requests being open again! But may I request soft dom!Arlecchino cheering up her lover with some cunnilingus?

SoftDom!Arlecchino x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus.

a/n: I love writing for Genshin woman. I hope you enjoy❤️

Arlecchino's dipped out to lick a slow line up your cunt, making your back arch in pleasure. Your hands found their way into her hair, urging her face closer to your cunt with a roll of your hips.

Her tongue swirled around your clit, her fingers massaging into your thighs, holding your legs apart. "Relax for me," She purred, sucking your clit into her mouth.

Your thigh muscles spasmed in pleasure, tugging on her hair. Arlecchino moaned, making your clit throb as it vibrated on your cunt. Your walls clamped sensitive around her tongue when she plunged it inside of you.

Moans poured consistently from you, your eyes rolling closed in pleasure, feeling her tongue brush against every sensitive part, making you cry and writhe underneath her.

Her tongue was unrelenting she licked, driven with the intent to bringing to come on her tongue, urging you to surrender to the pleasure she was giving you, and forget about how bad your day was.

She let your legs go to wrap around her head, groaning against your cunt as her nose brushed against your clit. You blushed at how lewd the slurping noises her mouth was making sounded, crying out loudly in pleasure as she lapped your release, fucking her tongue into you through your orgasm until you were breathless, sobbing with pleasure.

Arlecchino decided to go another round, inserting two fingers inside of you as she latched her lips around your puffy clit. She wasn't going to be satisfied until you were screaming her name, begging her not to stop.

[thatjadedhotmess]

nightmares

pairings/characters: pantalone x gn!reader, dottore x gn!reader, arlecchino x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: lots of pet names used (e.g darling, sweethearts, sweets, sweetie ), reader is vulnerable ig (? TvT),

synopsis: what they did when they saw you having a nightmare

wc: 0.77k

note: the beginning of sage's harbinger era???👀💀 also I haven't written hcs in so long and I'm sry my format keeps changing eheh T~T

pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

☁︎︎ gives you back rubs. <33

☁︎︎ I think that his love language (aside from gift giving) is probably physical touch.

☁︎︎ knowing him and his background, he probably didn't receive much affectionate when he was a child

☁︎︎ and he wants to make sure that you, as his s/o (and himself), aren't deprived of it.

☁︎︎ it was just another night and he was at his desk doing some last minute works when he heard you kick the blankets off.

☁︎︎ weird because you're normally wrapped up in them so he knew something was off.

☁︎︎ so naturally he went to check up on you just to make sure everything was ok and that was when he realised you were having a nightmare.

☁︎︎ it's not the first time this has happened so he knew what to do almost immediately.

☁︎︎ he gently woke you up and you somewhat flinched before realising it was just him

☁︎︎ "would you like a back rub?"

☁︎︎ you simpered, a little smile on your face as you turned around and plopped yourself belly down on the bed. a quiet thank you passing your lips as you do so.

☁︎︎ he moved from his position, walking towards the bed and sitting down before he started to knead the knots out of your shoulder blades.

☁︎︎ as the tension in your back was slowly eased away, you quickly fell back asleep in the hands of pantalone.

☁︎︎ he quickly left a kiss on your head, smoothing your hair out before he carefully got out of bed, returning to his god awful paperwork

☁︎︎ he just wanted to spend time with you and cuddle in the bed with you:(

il dottore (多托雷)

☁︎︎ gently shakes you awake and asks if you need anything

☁︎︎ ok I know canonically he's an absolute ass but I think he would be pretty sweet to his s/o

☁︎︎ he's writing a report about some new experiment he conducted at his table while you slept on the shared bed

☁︎︎ he noticed shuffling coming from the bed and just decided to turn around and check on you

☁︎︎ the position you were currently in looked a little awkward so he got up and out of his chair to help you

☁︎︎ only upon closer inspection did he realise you were having a bad dream and you were moving around

☁︎︎ "sweetheart, sweetheart wake up." he was about to shake you when you quite literally jumped out of the bed, effectively shocking him and almost knocking your foreheads.

☁︎︎ "shit, i'm so sorry did i hurt you? Are you ok?" you asked, voice frantic as you looked all over him, worried you had somehow hurt him

☁︎︎ "yes sweetie im ok" he gently cupped your face, pressing a kiss on your nose before whispering sweet nothings, assuring you that he was ok.

☁︎︎ "would you like to stay up for a bit with me? you seem a little shaken up from the nightmare, we could see some of my works? it might help take your mind off… the bad dream."

☁︎︎ "darling aren't all of your works also bad?"

arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)

☁︎︎ carry you to the kitchen and make a hot drink for you.

☁︎︎ I swear there's no way she isn't a sweetheart. [she's more of the tsundere type tho heh]

☁︎︎ it was probably about 3am when it happened.

☁︎︎ she was cuddling you from behind and woke up because you starting shifting around and mumbling gibberish.

☁︎︎ she could somewhat sense your panic so she decided that waking you up was the best thing to do; she didn't like seeing her darling in pain. [ykyk TvT <3]

☁︎︎ "sweets? yn… yn…" she tried, repeatedly calling out for you to no avail and the nightmare didn't seem to be getting better, at all.

☁︎︎ it sort of ended up with her littering you in kisses and squeezing the life out of you before you finally woke up.

☁︎︎ "sorry arle, for waking you up." you replied groggily, sleep evident in your voice as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead.

☁︎︎ "it's fine… do you maybe uh want a hot drink maybe? to help with the bad dreams." she asked.

☁︎︎ "sure… if you don't mind of course, what time is it?"

☁︎︎ "late, wanna come with me?"

☁︎︎ "mmm ok." you said, rolling yourself out of the bed, or at least attempting to.

☁︎︎ because next thing you know, you're being picked up and wrapped around someone's waist.

☁︎︎ "let me carry you there, the floor's cold."

[sunnysamaa]

Arlecchino x fatui ! Wife ! Reader

Toxic relationship - Arranged marriage

[ordowrites]

When You Are Sick

because i am sick, i am gonna be self indulgent with this.

cw: fluff, mostly. afab reader but no pronouns are used, some pet names (precious, my fire). mdni, minors dni. purely self indulgent. i want diluc to fret over me ok

characters: diluc & arlecchino

diluc

he's worried, needless to say - you spikes a fever pretty quickly and he's trying to remain calm and stoic. hay fever is common or perhaps, it's the flu or something else. either way, he starts to worry when you reject food offered to you and he considers calling all the best doctors he can. whatever you wish at this point, it will he his command. medications, tea, softer blankets. anything to make sure you're comfortable and on the track to recovery.

"diluc," you mumble as you crack open an eye, his pacing giving you a worse headache. you cough a bit. he freezes, looks at you, probably mentally preparing for the worst. "if you want to help, stop... moving around in here." you roll over and sigh, coughing again and groaning.

"is there something i can get you? perhaps i can fetch a medic? run you a bath? my fire, please tell me what you need."

you let out a breath. a groan.

"can you cuddle with me?" you finally ask. he runs warm and right now, you feel cold. "play with my hair. anything to get you to stop pacing."

he thinks for a moment - you two have shared a bed many times but he still hesitates. but he finally climbs in, and you sigh, relaxing in his warmth as his fingers softly start to stroke your hair and rub your back. he revels in your soft hair, always finding new ways to think of you as perfect.

"how's this, my flame?"

"mm, perfect. as always."

ever the one to please you, he continues until he hears you breathing deeply - finally asleep, although fitful.

arlecchino

to say she is unhappy is incorrect - displeased? you're not sure. you can't read her, but her hand is cold against your clammy skin and she clicks her tongue.

"how do you feel, precious?"

"...horrible."

she sits down at the side of the bed, weight causing some movement. "unfortunate. i suppose we'll have to put our dinner plans on hold until further notice."

"'m sorry." you mumble, too tired to actually care. you sigh and lean in when she rubs her thumb on your cheek. "really. this is stupid."

"we all get sick, no need to fret." alrecchino says and your eyes slide shut briefly. you're awoken later to a smell and you groan, sitting up. she's back in your guys room with some soup. "can you sit up, precious? you need to eat."

oh, you'd actually fallen asleep. it's darker than before - save for some lit candles.

when you do sit up - hit by dizziness and nausea - you consider laying back down. you don't protest as she chooses to feed you, savoring each bite. afterwards, she makes you take a sip of some water and tells you to rest again. she'll be back in a little bit.

so you do, grateful for arlecchino's pampering and coddling. you think, briefly, that she's kissed you on the lips but brush it off as a feverish haze.

"we'll talk about your silly choice to be outside in the rain without being properly dressed when you feel better." she says before she leaves.

maybe you can play up being sick for a few extra days when you start to recover.

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin women responding to you in a nightgown

Suggestive themes!

Characters x afab reader:Navia, Arlecchino, Dehya, Yelan, Jean, Clorinde

Arlecchino

You might just be the death of her. Alrecchino isn’t one who bothers to restrain herself. If she wants you and you’re willing then she’ll take you. The only exception being around her children for obvious reasons. But seeing you in a delicate silky soft nightgown drives her mad. And she won’t hesitate to tear it down the middle and shove you onto the bed with your legs in the air as she dives down to claim whats hers

Dehya

Dehya may be a strong woman, she has a reputation amongst the eremites as being very capable while still buying stuff makeup. However! That doesn’t mean she isn’t blushing and huffing when she sees you picking out the lacy and short nightgowns at the store. Sumeru is very warm so there isn’t too much need to wear too much layers at night. But ohhh boy. That dress is so thin, it would just cup your curves and showcase your body’s shape. She just lays back in bed as she looks over you hungrily, trying to not immediately crumble despite the fact that she will the second you lean over her.

Navia

She too is also one to wear night gowns. Lathough hers are more long, when she spots you in a shorter one she can’t help but just… hold you. She says she wants to just feel the fabric but its really just a excuse to run her hands over your chest, lightly grabbing at your skin as she starts to pepper kisses onto any exposed skin she sees. Slowly riling you up as she innocently kisses your thighs all while looking up at you. You know from the look in your eyes that it’ll be a long night!

Yelan

Nothing quite like gentle and loose fabrics like that. She probably gifted you those pieces with the intention of it being easy for her to just slide them up and toy with you endlessly. She clearly prefers the nightgown over any other pajamas you have. Especially the translucent or transparent ones. Ohhh you won’t be getting much sleep in those.

Clorinde

Oooh who doesn’t love nightgowns. Especially coming home to the sight of your lovely little wife in such delicate lace and silk. Oh she had such a weakness for such things. She’ll immediately be pinning you to the bed, eagerly removing her uniform without care. The second she sees the hint of cleavage, oh she’ll be biting and removing her gloves. Her hands just can’t stay to themselves when you look so… tempting.

Jean

What better way to lure your beloved to sleep than that. Who wouldn’t love the sight of their partner in such attire? Knocking on her office and innocently asking if she’ll be in bed soon, the beds just so cold without her :(. Oh she can’t resist you. She’ll be right there with haste.

[torntoblivion]

Imagine Arlecchino who hates being touched and despises physical contact of any sort, which is why she's extremely distant with physical affection, but revels in reader's affection and lets herself be soft around reader and lets you touch her.

the exception w/ arlecchino

arlecchino despises physical touch, just the thought makes her skin crawl. whenever she has to cuddle the kids in the orphanage, she forces herself not to get irritated or simply cringe from the contact.

nobody dares to touch her, even by accident. when childe made the mistake to pat her on the shoulder, arlecchino held back every instinct telling her to break his arm. the "kind" warning she gave was enough though.

the harbingers were shocked when they witnessed you hugging arlecchino, they fully expected arlecchino to push you away or worse seriously harm you but instead she returned the embrace. what they don't know is that in private, arlecchino loves to cuddle you. she'll even be the small spoon occasionally.

you are the only exception, the only one arlecchino enjoys touching and being touched by.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Random oneshots Fatui Harbingers

4k word count

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

…

"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

[an-emovision]

HI HI

I was wondering if I could request Arlecchino with an S/O that is like Harley Quinn plus she knows how to make guns

Ofc you are more than free to ignore this

HAVE A NICE DAY

🎀 anon

A/N: Hello 🎀! thank you so much for your request. Honestly i feel you are spot on, a relationship with knave would kind of be like harley and the joker. Hurting you continuously, claiming that she loves you and you blindly falling for it Warning(s): Mentions of violence, reader is bat shit crazy, angst ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— ❀- Oh how the harbingers adore you ❀- Childe especially found you to be one of his favorite sparing partners. ❀- You weren't up in their ranks, in fact you were just an assistant to the Knave but you were a little off your rocker and that made her notice you ❀- you were constantly fixing things, almost obsessively so. Most notably the other fatuus weapons and even building your own, she noted that you seemed to prefer firearms ❀- So she took you with her one day, on a mission just to observe what you would do and to her she was met with the best possible outcome ❀- you threw yourself into battle blindly, even when you were surrounded it seemed like you were having the time of your life. In fact she didn't have to lift a finger to help you ❀- You came out of the battle cut up and bruised and when she asked if you needed to be patched up you would shake your head and told her you had fun ❀- it was then and there that she knew she had to have you, and have you she did ❀- Not because she loved you, but because she found you entertaining. of course that's not what she said to you, confessing her "love" to you one afternoon in her office as she filled out a report ❀- You blindly accepted, grinning as you stayed by her side ❀- She would show you half hearted affections, but even then it would only be if you started to question your place with her ❀- She would just barely brush her lips against yours and assure you that you are her most prized possession ❀- Part of you knew being considered a possession was not what you wanted but you ignored it, idiotically going along with it because you'd rather be an object then nothing to her at all

——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉!