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mayullla · 9 months

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Hey :3 I saw you had a new event so I wanted to request something ^^ please do take your time! And this is your hydration reminder!! >^<

Could I have;🌻, capitano, yandere, 🦋

Title: The monster under the bed

Character(s): Capitano (Genshin Impact) Summary: Fantasy au: You had become friends with the monster under your bed and promised that you would be together forever. However, he wasn't satisfied with such a small place and left coming back years later this time under a castle. Warnings/tags: Monster!Capitano x noble!f!reader, yandere themes, imprisonment

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You were the daughter of high-ranking nobles, selfish to the core that their only yearning was for fame and money. Lovers of luxuries and strict with such things as etiquette and face. Ever since you could walk that was all you have learned, the studies, dancing and everything else that they have placed on your shoulders all came for the sake of face and then later a suitable arranged marriage that benefited them.

You were a pawn to them, not a daughter they should treasure.

You knew that found out from a very young age, you tried and failed one too many times to receive their love and affection, but it never happened. Some would say that it was good that you have given up quicker than most. Some say that maybe a little hope still wouldn't hurt rather than giving up so soon.

But it was fine because even in the sea of masks you always had your best friend with you. A shadow in the dark, the thing that you feared the most when you thought monsters under your bed would eat you up if you were not a good child. The shadows would get you if you don't stay inside the protection of your blankets. Reaching out into the dark under your bed when the maids left your room thinking that you were asleep, you called out to a name.

A shadow reached out to your hand, like ribbons wrapping your hand almost as if they were holding it.

The monster under your bed was your best friend.

You giggled at the feeling smiling at the shadow. It was your friend that much you knew, and it would not hurt you. It will never hurt you. That was its promise. It didn't have a face, but it had a voice, and that was enough for you.

In whispers, you two would talk till you have fallen asleep, and the night would tuck you into your bed. The two of you made a promise, a promise that you would never be apart and forever be together. After all the two of you were each other's only friends, it would be sad to part ways.

However, the monster under your bed was not satisfied with its small home. More so as time flew and it watched you.

After a year or two, he disappeared. As a child, you didn't understand why he disappeared, but even as you grew old you still didn't know. It hurt that he your only friend left, you cried at night feeling so lonely as each night you realize that he wasn't there after calling him for so long.

Years past... now you wondered if they were dreams?

A nightmare? or maybe an imaginary friend you weren't sure. You were always so scared of what was under your bed and have many times refused to look under.

Before it was out of fear of monsters, later, it was a refusal to see that maybe your friend had really abandoned you. It was later when you matured a little, did you look down, a sudden impulse if that monster was really there, but all you saw were accumulated dust and nothing else.

You thought that everything was the past last. Some point even have forgotten about your friend forced to look at reality as you watched your parents look for someone suitable to marry you off. It was never the person that they looked at, but the contracts and offers in exchange for your life.

But that monster never forgot about you.

Your heart thundered in fear when you heard the servants tell you that a famous duke has come to the ball that your family held. That frightening man has come to the ball where your parents planned to look for a partner for you.

There were many rumors floating about the duke, a cold, cruel man who could kill even his own people the moment they betrayed him. Unkind to the helpless and weak, he was known to look down at even nobles as he locked himself within the confines of his own castle in a land covered in blizzards and harsh weather.

You watched your parents look at the duke in shock and horror, unable to steel their nerves. The ambiance of the rich chatting away and the music from the orchestra silenced like a flickered flame as if the world around them froze, brought by nonother than the heavy steps of that man as everybody cautiously watched his next move.

It was like the sea parted, the people taking steps back to avoid being in the path of that man. You were right in the middle, unable to follow the crowd hiding away from this fearful man. No one dared to utter a single word to him for fear that he would be offended and cut their tongue off. Tall or short, whether you were wearing heels or not, you felt nothing but an insignificant frightened mouse in front of this man.

People wondered how you received the attention of this fearful duke. What would be your fate when no one dared to say no to him. Not even the most prideful nor the most greedy. For their so-called important pride was not worth what the man could cause.

You were essentially sold off to your childhood friend. Tho some would say it was saved, you didn't want this.

On your ring finger, a thin ring made out of gold sparkled under the moonlight as you watched the snow fall outside from the window. Cold the room was till the maids placed more wood on the fireplace yet even its light didn't reach the corners of the room still cold and dark.

There was nothing here. Nothing lived within this castle except you. You were but a doll for him to keep in his castle like cage he made just for you.

The soft yet heavy steps drew closer towards you, yet you continued to look outside tired even when he touched the fringes of your hair. "You have been sitting here all this time... Come out with me to the garden."

Silently, you turned and looked back at the monster that brought you here.

Faceless, just as the maids who came to bring you food and necessities, you knew there was no face behind that helmet of his. Nothing but a monster that you once befriended long ago when you were young. The shadow of the man reached you with cold hands and held your cheeks gently, moving your head. His own face came closer to you. No matter how many times you hoped to see one, even if you knew, you could see no face, nor human skin from the small opening from his mask.

The monster under your bed was unsatisfied and left coming back with a cage to keep the love he cherished to be with forever. With a stolen name, a ring, and hiding under a lonesome castle, he kept you alone in his cage, for him forever.

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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i love your genshin works :) i was hoping you could do separate headcanons on yandere capitano, pantalone, and pierro getting back their lover after she escaped. thank you sm

hide and seek | yandere! various! fatui harbingers

CAPITANO

he was surprised.

but he was disappointed with the house staff and fired them all.

there was a lingering thought at the back of his mind, "what did I do wrong?"

whatever it was he wanted to make it right.

he unacknowledged his safety just to find you and make sure you're safe.

once the initial surprise of you escaping faded, capitano was determined to find you.

saying that capitano was determined was an understatement - he was going to find you.

though it was dark out, he went looking for you, his mind full of worry.

you could freeze to death, get hurt, get mauled to death by wolves, or worse.

he set out, looking for you alone with only his horse, light, and a dull blade.

he couldn't allow himself to be overwhelmed with emotions at a time like this. he needed to find you. he needed to know that you were safe before his emotions got the best of him.

and then he saw you.

dress muddy, hair tangled, and limping.

you didn't seem to hear him coming, so he stopped his horse and trailed behind you.

until he got close enough to grab you.

...

"no!" was all you managed to scream as a string pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you from the ground.

"what made you come out here, (y/n)? what caused you to leave me?" you were tense as capitano carried you back to his horse.

"I want to go home! please- let me go!" you cried, legs kicking around ceaselessly.

"i cannot let you go home. i'd miss you far too much," capitano's voice lowered as he adjusted you onto the horse before also getting on.

his arm remained tight around you, as he said, "ive tried my absolute hardest to satisfy you. tell me, (y/n), what have i done wrong?"

PANTALONE

honestly, he wasn't too worried.

but he sure did miss you.

he put GPS in your jewlrey ahead of time, in case this happened.

he would ask soldiers to go out and find you.

and be a little more strict on you after you were home.

coming into your bedroom to see you gone was... upsetting to him.

he provided for you, gave you a house to live in, and loved you, and you left?

you are unappreciative, and that upset him.

not only did you leave the room a mess, but you also left with all the jewelry he had bought for you.

silly you.

you can't have your cake and eat it too.

so he sent out three fatui soldiers to retrieve you, seeing that you were just down the road all thanks to the GPS in one of the necklaces he gave you.

he waited patiently, knowing you'd be back within his reach soon enough.

...

"don't you ever," pantalone pulled you into your room, hugging you, squeezing you in his arms, hard, "try to leave me again. do you know how worried i was for you?"

you refused to reply, your eyes narrowed and face in a permanent pout.

"no, don't look at me like that, this," he pointed at your arm, which was brushed and red, "didn't have to happen if you hadn't tried to fight the soldiers when they came for you."

all you could do was as pantalone pulled you into bed with him, hugging you harder and tighter as he whispered to you about how much he loved you and missed you.

PIERRO

he was disappointed.

very, very disappointed.

he couldn't understand why you kept trying to leave him.

your persistence to leave was annoying him.

though he says he's given you too many chances and he won't give you anymore, he continues to give you more chances.

it had been less than five minutes since you escaped, and pierro had already sent soldiers looking for you.

shamefully, the guards weren't able to stop you from escaping, pierro sighed. It was disappointing. he'd have to get new, more useful guards to watch after you.

and then finally, the doors to his office opened, and you walked in, a soldier following closely behind you.

"(y/n), sit down and you can leave," pierro watched as you sat down and as the soldier left.

"what were you thinking? did you truly believe you'd get away from me?" pierro questioned, watching as you uncomfortably avoided his gaze.

"I'm sorry, lord harbinger. please forgive me."

"no. i cannot forgive so easily this time. how many times have you tried to leave me (y/n)?"

"six times."

"when will you give up, (y/n), why are you so hellbent on leaving me? tell me why."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise. I really won't."

pierro smiled, as he stood up and walked overto you before wrapping his arms around you, "i believe (y/n) and let you with a gentle warning one last time."

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tartagliaxx · 1 year

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。VENUS IN YOUR LOVE

━━ INCLUDES: il capitano, il dottore, scaramouche, pantalone, tartaglia

━━ SUMMARY: he makes you dizzy. he makes you crave. he makes you lose yourself in the desire to be swallowed by the immense heat and the blinding light of his love; or a snippet of what to expect when involved in a romantic relationship with the characters.

━━ CONTAINS: established relationships, highly suggestive themes, making out, usage of terms of endearment (none gender specific), innocent nudity (il capitano), size differences, dottore and his experiments, power imbalance (il dottore, pantalone, scaramouche), potentially ooc characters, toxic relationships?, the harbingers and everything they stand for

。IL CAPITANO — “ the captain | number ??? ”

Natlan was a very humid place, a direct opposite of Snezhnaya where the cold seeps into your bones until you, yourself, become nothing but cold. Still, he was first and foremost a warrior, and weather conditions are the least of a warrior’s concerns. Such things can be braved through and should you be unable, then that merely meant that you are undeserving of standing under the azure banner of Her most noble Majesty, the Tsaritsa. You are, therefore, not a warrior but a fool that marches towards your death while wearing a warrior’s skin, and the Captain had no respect for such people. Perhaps that is why he had not spared a single glance to the direction of his soldier that lie fainted on the ground. Instead, he had looked towards the others who hesitated between helping their comrade and risking the wrath of the displeased Harbinger or leaving them to die under the glare of the sun despite the guilt that was likely to consume them.

“Burdensome.” He had finally uttered after a long and tense silence. “Leave them or help them. It matters not to me.”

With that, the Harbinger walks away, the haunting click and clang of his armor sending shivers down the spines of his troop as they scurried to take the fainted Fatuus to the shade. Capitano was heading to the east of the encampment, the direction of his private tent where he had asked you to wait. Normally, he’d think twice before letting you tag along to his endeavors but his strange attachment wound up clouding his judgment. No matter… In war, the victors always had their share of spoils and you, his darling, are his prize. None who dare receive his wrath would lay a hand on you — not like he’d let anyone near you in the first place.

As he entered the tent, he anticipated your smaller form to leap into his embrace just as you had done the other times. To his surprise, his hidden gaze caught sight of you sweating, eyes droopy as you fan yourself with a stack of papers you found lying around. You had long since removed your coat, leaving you only in the cotton innerwear he had so generously gifted you. With a quiet call of your name, you turned your head slightly as you sent your lover a weak smile.

“Welcome back, my love. Is everything faring well outside?”

The Captain made no move to answer you, instead pulling your weak form towards him as he wiped your face gently. His touch was so careful that you barely felt the touch of the towel on your heated skin, “How do you feel?”

“Hot,” you whispered back, leaning into his body. His armor placated your feverish self slightly whilst his hold made you lose the edge you donned earlier, “Perhaps I never should’ve underestimated the fierceness of Natlan.”

An amused huff left him, or you supposed it was one as he stood up from his crouched position. With one arm around the plush of your thighs, he lifted you along just as he had done many times before. His strength has always struck wonder in you, you mused as your eyes fluttered closed, trusting him wholly to take you wherever. Without noticing, you had dozed off and you were only aroused once more when you feel the humid air brushing against your bare skin and then suddenly, a refreshing cool that revitalizes your energy.

“This should cool you down,” he uttered as he watched you dip further into the tub. A sense of satisfaction fills his dark heart when you suddenly smiled at him brightly, shyly muttering a word of gratitude for his kind act. You reach out for his hand and he takes it. He always does.

For this was how Capitano was with you. He was not the respected man who had unmercifully claimed uncountable victories in the name of vengeance and you, one of his disposable men. No, you are his treasure — his lover. Your fragility was endearing and something he fought to preserve. You are pure and unblemished, a reminder of home as you fall into his arms like a precious snowflake: his inamorata, the reason he fights.

“Eyes,” he tells you and you eagerly close them as you hear the clanking of metal that overwhelms you not with dread but with adoration. Not even a second later, your body shivers in delight as you feel a hand grip your chin firmly but not harshly — no, never. You are too precious for that. You wait for a second but nothing came and you knew that he was once again admiring you despite your impatience. A gloved knuckle traces over your cheekbone and you are light; a mere feather in the wind compared to his might.

You speak his name, gently as if you are wary of breaking the moment, but soon, the water moves along with your body as he tugs you into him for a much-awaited kiss. That is if you can call whatever you were blessed with a kiss. The Harbinger was a warrior and warriors spare nothing in their conquests. It made sense that you, at the receiving end of his attention, were spared nothing. He devoured your existence until only the willingness to keep giving him your entirety remained. As his tongue clashes with yours, your treacherous heart craves more and more of his taste. He’s addicting, you sigh out as he pulls back to nibble at your lip, pulling at it slightly before diving back in with renewed fervor. The Captain was fire and he burns his way into you as his large hands squeezed your flesh in raw desire. You’d have him engrave himself to you if he could — until you’re nothing but an extension of him and his will. He would never though. He'd sooner cut his arms off himself than lay a finger on you. It makes you smile, giddy even. The soft tickle of his breath fans your lips and you inch closer, arms gripping his forearms for leverage as you breathe him in.

Sooner than you’d like, he parts from you, and the thumb that flies to play with the string that remains to connect you two makes you think that he too enjoys this game of carnal conquest to the point of wishing to prolong it forever. The familiar clicking came again and you take the small tap he gave you as a sign to welcome the world once more. When you open your eyes, he was already covered by his armor. The only proof of his actions prior was yourself. Need-glazed eyes that lay lidded and wet lips that are parted for each puff of breath. Had this not been a common occurrence between the both of you, you would’ve felt ashamed at how debauched you looked from a mere kiss. He has always been different — so capable of giving rise to foreign feelings in you. The heat in your cheeks and the heavy beating of your heart are proof of that and you were sure you could do anything to keep receiving from him. Who else could reduce you to someone so, so lovestruck that it prompts even a chuckle out of a usually composed man?

“Take your time with your bath. I will make sure no one intrudes on us.”

。IL DOTTORE — “ the doctor | number two ”

“Darling,” he calls for you and you immediately look up from your book to gaze in his direction. You don’t move but you do stifle a sigh as he continues with nothing. You see, he has gained a rather annoying habit of adoringly watching you stare at him eagerly whenever he calls. He likens you to an obedient puppy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it yet. Perhaps the ever-growing frown on your face caught his attention because his lips parted in a wide grin, showing off his sharp, pearly teeth as he patted his lap invitingly, “come over, please.”

You knew better than to take his words as a request you had a say in.

When you were close enough, an arm wrapped around your waist to tug you into him rather unceremoniously. You barely caught yourself from falling into him, hands securely on his broad shoulders and knees on either side of his thighs as he leaned back to admire the view. Before you could bark a complaint, the Doctor cheekily moved his other hand to your neck, grazing a thumb across your sensitive spot before resting it by the juncture of your shoulder, “Hello there. I have a need for your assistance.”

“How may I help you, Doctor?” You reply, breathier than you would’ve preferred and glaringly flustered much to your lover’s delight — one he made no move to hide whatsoever.

“I have an experiment to complete today and I’d like you to take note of my observations. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

The Harbinger let his hand fall from your neck to the small of your back, adjusting his position so his lips were a breath away from yours. You swallow, nodding but forgetting your position so each bob of your head had your lips brushing against his. It’s embarrassing to feel even more heated from such an innocent act.

“Lovely! You’re so precious, truly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

As if giving a reward or better yet, a treat, for your satisfactory response, the Doctor succumbs to your needy gaze, pressing his lips into yours into a messy kiss. He tilts his head to reach you deeper, and you respond in kind, arching your back to be closer to him. He tastes faintly of alcohol — the strong kind and the realization that there was never an “enough” came to you like a life-changing discovery. You wanted to be so, so close to him that you break the laws of the world and become one with him down to the smallest atom. You want to keep carding your fingers through the silken strands of his hair; keep consuming the minute pain that come with the crescents he digs into your flesh. You want him — need him even in this world already filled with such madness.

The Doctor moves away from your lips, ignoring your whine to relish the way you swallow harshly when he trails a finger down the slope of your neck. He can’t help the way he’s so hyper-fixated on it. It’s beautiful, he thinks, and even more so, the vulnerability it carries and the way a mere touch would leave you with your legs weak. The devilish smile he wore did not go unnoticed but as if sensing your question, the Doctor moves his head like a predator pouncing on prey. A moan spills out of your lips as he sucked on the delicate part of your flesh, proudly looking at the darkening bruise he left when he finished. Gloved fingers trace over it lightly and if you didn't know any better, lovingly. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, almost scalding you as you instinctively straightened your posture. His sharp gaze is on you again. You know it. You feel it even when his eyes are covered by that mask.

“A gift for you, darling, for being such an obedient pet.” A shaky breath leaves your lips and your unfocused eyes followed his hands as he motioned for someone to come closer, “Beta will take care of you for the day. Be good.”

“Is it truly wise to let them partake in the experiment, Prime?” A more high-pitched version of the voice of your lover — similarly much younger — resounded in the room. Though his words were blunt, you sensed no animosity in them.

“I’d love to deal with this myself but Regrator’s request is not one to be left ignored for long. Besides, our darling here knows better than to doze off while doing something important, isn’t that right?”

You nod mindlessly, withdrawing from Prime’s grip to stand beside Beta who had been watching the whole exchange curiously, “If that is your decision, then I won’t question you further. You should know what you’re doing.”

The older segment merely huffed in amusement before waving you off, though, that is not without a final warning towards his younger segment.

“Not to worry.” he grins in reply, similar but rather crazed as his gaze turns to you. “The absolute pursuit for knowledge is not our only similarity.”

The nerves that swelled in you quickly quieted down when Beta reaches down to clasp your hands, entangling them before pressing a lingering kiss on the back of yours. It was innocent enough, if not for the familiar cloud in his exposed eye. The thought of what you cannot comprehend, but anticipate regardless, brings a small shiver down your spine. Whether that is out of excitement or fear is a question you cannot quite answer in your current state of mind.

Prime raises a brow before laughing though the deadly glint in his eyes did not go unnoticed by his younger counterpart, “How curious, indeed. I’ll allow such a ludicrous fantasy but learn your place. I do not like sharing what is mine.”

When you feel his gaze on your skin again, you swiftly look down in fear of how you’ll react. His eyes always left you feeling uneasy — like he could decipher every secret you hold no matter how hard you try to hide them. How deep your affection for the madman runs, for example, is a secret you’d rather be left unsaid. At least for the time being when you are unsure of how far you’ve fallen from sanity yourself.

“Fascinating how love runs you mad,” Dottore mutters before grinning once more, ego practically oozing off his figure as he leans back into his chair, “Off you go now, darling. We shall continue our exchange later.”

。PANTALONE — “ regrator | number nine ”

Regrator was a generous man if you were one of those he favors.

One stray gaze is all it takes for him to wave his hand, adorned with silver rings that glint under the afternoon sun. Albeit wordless, the merchant immediately scampered away, hands clumsily packing the object in haste as if he had a blade pressed against his neck. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to being spoiled like this. Subconsciously, your hand reached out for his luxury fur coat, gripping it to catch his attention. Your hold was weak; both shy and wary, knowing full well that the fabric likely costs more than your entire existence.

The Harbinger averts his piercing gaze from the merchant and down to you, his empty smile shifting into something softer as he caught sight of your fumbling form, “What is it, my dear?”

“Thank you for being so generous, milord.”

Yes, Regrator was a most generous man for his darling and he had taught you very well to never decline the kindness he seldom spares. He’d much rather receive your thanks and your most precious gaze — bashful and awe-filled. He tilts your head with his fingers, appreciating the heat that seeps through his leather gloves.

“Of course, anything for you. But then,” his eyes crack open to peer at you slyly. Oh, how lovely you are… “what do we do again in this situation?”

Cued, you take his wrist in your hand as leverage before standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheeks. Gloss stains the spot you touched and as you moved to swipe it off, the Ninth turns his face to press a kiss just above where your pulse beats. Your body trembles at his attention, and when you tried to take a step back to regain your composure, Pantalone immediately catches you by the waist. He leans closer, smile unchanging even as his breath brushed over your cheeks.

“Do not stray too far away from me, dearest. It’s rather cold outside.” A noise of acknowledgment escapes your lips as you glance back at the merchant who was silently gawking at you two with his hand outstretched. “Ah, yes. Guards—”

One of the many Fatuus under him soundlessly took his newest purchase, tossing Mora carelessly into the merchant who scrambled to pick it up from the snow-dusted street of Snezhnaya. Some foreign emotion swells beneath your ribs as you stare at the man kneeling before you. Right, beside the Ninth Harbinger, the rest of the world seems just a little short of being completely beneath you. He had a way of making everyone feel as if they are unworthy of his presence. In every word, in every breath, in every act, Pantalone radiates an aura so untouchable and glorious that even the shadow he casts over you makes you feel like power flows in your veins more eminently than even the blood that fuels your life.

“Shall we go then? We’ll be late for our appointment.”

And you rejoice in it. You’d place his pedestal above the gods if it’s what it takes to continue basking under the heat of his ambition. You’d follow him to hell and back if it meant that you can continue to bear witness to his incomparable splendor. This maddening pursuit is what makes you take his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the finest clothesmaker in the nation.

“Lord Harbinger! Please, take a seat here while I prepare drinks for you and your guest!”

It takes but a tug before his coat is undone and passed to one of his men and but a stride before he is sat majestically on the soft, red couch, one leg over the other as he peers over you through the edges of his glasses, “Go on then, dear. Shop to your heart’s delight.”

Admiration makes your eyes gloss over as you follow one of the shop assistants into the changing room. Sending one last glance towards his casual form, only one thought races in your mind: he’s beautiful. The skin-tight suit moves with each flex of his muscle while his dark hair pools along his shoulders like the waterfalls of Fontaine. He’s beautiful and he knows it, just as he knows you’ve been eyeing him as you disappear behind the curtain. It fills the Ninth with pride and adoration, as well as �� he chuckles under his breath — the sensual desire to bring you to your tears as you approach nirvana. He was greedy, after all, and his greed shows most when it comes to the most glorious sight he has set his eyes on.

The thing about the Harbinger is that he knows what he wants and he quite finds violets and blues quite ravishing on your body. The need to please him fills you like your own greed as you immediately ask to see all such clothing. He’s got you quite comfortably dancing in his palm and the electricity that shakes your heart proves that there’s no place you’d rather be.

The clock ticks and with each second, Regrator’s finger taps mindlessly on the armchair. He exhales slowly, finding that he quite likes this and that he should make a habit out of taking you out to buy out shops more often. He has done his share of shopping, idly turning the pages of a catalog as he points here and there for the shop owner to take note of. Diamonds, pearls, and his favorite, Alexandrite — he spared nothing as he chose pieces of jewelry to add to both yours and his collection. The mere thought had him reeling in thinly veiled excitement.

His attention snaps to you as soon as he heard footsteps approach. Immediately, his smirk widens and you instinctively retreat to yourself as you feel his eyes trace over every inch of your frame, “You look ravishing, doll.”

You sent him a wobbly smile in reply.

“Won’t you give me a twirl?” Obediently, you did as told. Your embarrassment grows as you hear Pantalone mutter sweet compliments under his breath, “Truly my most prized jewel. Come here for me.”

For some reason, each step toward him felt like a step toward your demise. Then again, if this is what demise feels like, you’d gladly welcome it with open arms. Regrator makes you sit in between his leg, hand gripping both of your cheeks before catching your puckered lips into his own. The aggression was new — though not unwanted because that you drank all up. So close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his perfume. It was something along the lines of ambroxan and bergamot, you think as he slid his hand up your thigh. Teeth clashing, love crazy, and so, wonderfully messy. Pantalone’s desire washes over you like an ocean wave and sends you crashing down into the deepest depths of your mind. He’s your obsession and when he leaves your lips to insert a new ring on your finger, vibrant color matching the deep hue of your blouse, you seek him out once again with a rekindled need to drink up every last drop of him.

。SCARAMOUCHE — “ the balladeer | number six ”

The Balladeer had always been a horrible liar, you muse to yourself, as you sneakily eyed him from your corner in his office. Sure, he can fix his expression on a whim — a perfect face accentuating his words that seemed kind enough at first glance. Though perhaps, one of the rewards of being able to worm your way into his empty heart was noticing how his eyes are too expressive for his own good. Maybe that’s why he chooses to crinkle them shut whenever he smiles or why he’s so quick to avert his gaze when you peered deep into his soul after each profession of love. He's such a bad liar or maybe, you’ve just learned to read him too well.

Even now as he busied himself with signing some paperwork Lord Pierro required, he was so easy to read. His fingers tapped rapidly into his desk and his eyes fleeted from his work to the corner of his table. It wouldn’t take long before he snaps and not even a minute later — just as you anticipated, his gaze soon zeroed into you, mouth forming a snarl that would have any regular Fatuus running away with their tail in between their legs.

“Will you stop gawking at me like some kind of cretin?!”

“Why?” You smirk in reply, completely unbothered by his insults and crossing your legs as you spot the beginnings of a blush on his skin. “Do I make you nervous, Lord Harbinger?”

“Nervous? Hah, are you hearing yourself? Why would I be nervous at the sight of you?”

You stood up then, footsteps loud and clear as you approach him from his place by his desk. You leaned closer, delighting in the fact that Scaramouche instinctively retreated farther into his chair to place some distance between you two. “Why don’t you tell me, Scaramouche? Maybe this time you’d be willing to admit how far you’ve fallen for me?”

“Shut up.”

And yet despite his glare, the Harbinger made no move to push you away. If anything, he seemed as if he was expecting something as he gulped nervously, eyes flickering from your mischievous eyes and down to where your most enticing lips remained frozen into an innocent grin. You knew what he was thinking. He was so easy to read, after all. He wanted to be kissed senseless and perhaps, that was your fault. After all, this is far from being the first time such a conversation happened, and all the other times, you always made sure to fix his attitude by shutting him up in the most effective way you knew.

“Hm… You’re really so cute, honey,” you laugh as you move closer to him, nails digging into his files as you watched his eyes flutter close, “but you’re so much cuter when you try to bite me.”

With that, you abruptly pulled away, snickering when Scaramouche’s eyes blow wide open the moment he heard you take a step back, “You-! What do you think you’re playing at?!”

“I don’t know, what did you want from me? If you tell me, I’d happily give it to you. You have me so weak, after all...”

The Sixth doesn't reply, only glaring at you fiercely as his blush grew brighter. You could see the way his fingers dug into his palm and for a moment, you wondered if you teased him too much this time. Before you could utter a word of concern, you gasped as a pale hand clutched your collar and tugged you harshly forward. You were about to curse Scaramouche when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a small squeak from you before you relax into his hold naturally.

Why would the Balladeer ever be gentle? His grip on your clothes was tight, making sure you won’t pull away as he took what it was that he desires. He always gets what he wants and right now, he wants the aftertaste of the tea he brewed to quench the thirst that leaves a gaping void in his insides. That’s why he didn’t think twice before leaning even more forward into his desk, spare palm firmly pressed against the polished, wooden frame, body bending, and mind reeling at the way your hands fell from his hair to his nape. Do you always have to be intoxicating? His eyes welled up from feeling so overwhelmed yet wanting more, more, more and more until he's positive that you've broken him down completely. He parts his lips, letting your tongue trace around his mouth as if claiming territory that you should know, without saying, is yours. Ironically, his lips are soft and they glide along yours like silk — so much so that you can barely bring yourself to leave.

A groan escapes his lips as you pull on his hair, exposing his bare skin to you. “Pretty boy… This time, will you tell me what you want?”

Your blown-out eyes make him release a shaky breath, “You… I want your love.”

The smile that decorated your face was involuntary and you moved to massage his scalp that you had previously been cruel on. Peppering kisses on his cheek, you adored the way Scaramouche tried to subtly nuzzle into the hand you cupped his face with.

“What’s with that request?” You finally replied as you met his forehead with yours. “It’s not smart to ask for something you already have.”

“All of it,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze but voicing no complaint when you gently turned his face back to yours.

“All of it?”

He huffs, faking the haughty demeanor he always had but you knew. His hopeful eyes cannot hide a single thing from you, especially not when he closes the distance between you two again. “Yeah… From now on, only look at me. Don’t leave me, not even for a second.”

。TARTAGLIA — “ childe | number eleven ”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way he would giggle as he takes you in his strong arms, lifting you up before twirling you around, and into the way he would excitedly present you with matching articles for you to wear. He never fails to warm you up with innocent bliss even when you’re play wrestling with him for the last piece of candy. He's the purest sense of joy you’ve ever had the pleasure of possessing and if you could ever share even a fragment of how you make him feel, you’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how you ended up here: hiding behind his couch in between his younger siblings like you were once again seven and buzzing with the childish exuberance stolen from you by adulthood.

It had not been easy hiding your exploits from the sharp eyes of your lover. He was trained to spot every minute detail and you don’t claim yourself to be the most careful secret holder out there. By some miracle (and partly because he was often out doing business), you were able to hide the surprise from him. It was July 20 and you both were lucky enough to be assigned to be on standby in your home country for his birthday.

You snap out of your thoughts when the door creaks open and the heavy footsteps of his boot-clad feet permeated the air, “Ma? Pa? Are you home?”

Tartaglia — or Ajax as he prefers to be called inside the four corners of his residence mumbles something about how they were all probably out fishing as he dusted off the snow in his hair. Beside you, Teucer stifled a giggle as he found the irony in his words to be quite entertaining. You turned your gaze towards his mother who nodded as a signal.

“1,” You count under your breath as you repositioned the confetti in your hands. For the sake of everyone’s safety, you advised against the ones that make a loud, popping sound and all his older siblings agreed solemnly, “2, 3!”

“Happy Birthday!”

Ajax flinched in surprise, fingers nearly summoning his bow before he recognized your warm smile. With that, the sudden tension in his body was released and he laughed loudly, catching his younger brother in his arms when he ran up to him, “Woah there! Who would have ever guessed that you’d all sneak behind my back like that?”

“You’re welcome, brother,” Tonia rolls her eyes teasingly as she approached with a birthday cake that his mother baked herself.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you very much lil’ sis. Your kindness will not remain unpaid.”

You snort as your lover faux curtsied, dodging the halfhearted slap of his equally amused sister. A cough made you turn your head to your left, meeting the weary eyes of his father who muttered his thanks for looking after his son.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you turn your gaze just in time to meet his curious one, “I’m just trying to give him what he always deserved and more.”

His older brother who was listening in made a joke of not knowing how his annoying little brother managed to catch someone like you but before you could reply, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest, “Not speaking ill of the birthday boy, I hope?”

“Nothing new now, isn't it?”

His family greeted him one by one before they left to give you some space under the guise of helping arrange the dinner spread. His warm breath caressed the side of your neck as he hummed happily, swaying you side to side by the beat of his own making. By the chorus, he twirls you around before pulling you back in and grinning at the way you automatically looped your arms around his neck.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you murmur before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

“Mhmm…” Ajax pulls you impossibly closer by the waist as he grins, eyes bright and youthful now that he had you in his embrace, “So this is why you’ve been acting weirdly this past week?”

“You noticed?”

He laughs lightly at that, pulling back an arm just to flick your forehead, “Baby, it’s impossible not to notice every single thing about you.”

“Damn, you’re so in love with me.”

You lean closer and Ajax, always so willing to be pulled into everything about you, follows in kind with a proud smirk. “Damn right I am.”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way his deep kisses are never just passionate but also fun. He giggles under his breath like a young teenager in love, fingers drawing shapes on your bare skin as he slides his hand innocently under your shirt. His hands are warm, you realize, and goosebumps follow the trail of his touch without any effort. You could feel the curve of his smile against your own at this, and joy bubbles in your heart and into your throat until you can’t help but whisper an “I love you” as you part briefly for air.

“I love you,” he says back, hand withdrawing from your back to your head as he tugs you closer into him, “so much.”

Ajax dips back in, abandoning the gentleness he usually reserves for you. Instead, he embraces the lust in him — the part that craves the mess and the victory that lies after complete domination. He fights you for power, ignoring the needy whimpers that escaped you as you succumb to your faith. All he does is pull you closer and closer until close loses its meaning and you’re all but one and the same. The force that comes from his heady sigh sends you stepping back but he follows — he chases after you until you’re backed and sat on the sofa’s backrest. Ajax wastes no time slotting himself in between your legs as you scramble to get a grip.

“Well, babe…” He grins with a near-crazed expression. His chest rises up and down rapidly as he tried to chase the breath he lost in your exchange, “You better hope you’re ready to take every drop of my love tonight.”

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miyaur · 1 year

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𝄞 — capitano, tartaglia/childe (fem reader) — ❝ you're both ours, don't complain. ❞

summary: you were a rather cute secretary that was under capitano, a well known, and mighty harbinger. walking in on your boss and the 11th harbinger having a duel, deciding to have a change of plans the moment you walked in.

a/n: i've been trying to write this for so long but prince kaeya had to come first 😔😔.. ok but i'm so sorry posting some thing later than usual schedule, school finally started and not that proud of my exam scores, writing is fr my only escape <;/3

warnings: nsfw, threesome, dom!capitano, dom!tartaglia/childe, sub!reader, pussy eating,

being capitano's secretary, doing groceries, helping him out with paperwork, is the usual, but every year, there comes a time where capitano gets into the mood, and need to take it out on something, or someone, whether it'd be stress, or sexual frustration. and you.. ohh you.. you were really just the cutie he needed.

tartaglia, the youngest of harbingers. you've met him before, what a pretty man! he was very much somewhat carefree, constantly asking every good fighter he meets for a spar. he always asked your boss to duel a ton too! you understand why though, capitano is quite strong, and big~

although, you definitely didn't know how tartaglia had convinced capitano into sparring with him. maybe he felt bad? oh well. but it was just a normal day, finishing up a bit of paperwork for capitano, wanting to see if they both had finished.

"hi sir! are you.. finished?" peaking through the door of the room, watching them both covered in sweat, tired from fighting, clothing almost torn off fully. getting flustered and apologizing till a huge hand grabs you by your waist

a husky voice whispers into your ears "stay. i believe i need help with a special something. actuslly me and my good friend, childe." pulling you back to the position him and tartaglia were in. "i- anything for you sir?" stammering over your words, yet confused, placing you on his lap, revealing what was under your skirt, nothing (lol), "dirty girl, wanting to be fucked so bad." he said taking off your shirt, chest being revealed, "oh, you must be so excited, already wet for us hm?" childe questions, slowly sinking his tongue into your pussy, licking your clit, as capitano's hands rub over your boobs. chulde lapping at your juices like it's his last meal, or beter yet his first meal in a long time, but it's true that he's never tasted something better than his cooking.

both of them pleasuring you, making you closer and closer to finishing, to reach your high. feeling a knot in your stomach, fonally breaking you cum all over childe's mouth, and he's glad to clean of your mess. "that feel good, cutie?" looking happier than ever, chukde wipes off any excess cum from his face, "i'm very sure my little secretary enjoyed it." capitano replied, he lifts you up so his cock can enter you, feeling his head, what if it.. it didn't fit? how is soemthing so big supossed to fit in your tight hole?

your ass is already so tired, and slowly you felt tartaglia put his cock in your mouth, making you slowly rock back and forth (indeed you are on all fours..), for hours on end. you fainted after they both finally released inside you, next thing you saw, you woke up in capitano's room, as he was reading something to you, "i'm sorry about last night.. we both brought you here, taetaglia would like to give you this." a little box of chocolates, jewelry, and a note that says "sorry for rearranging your insides, please accept this apology."

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eluxcastar · 1 year

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Hiiii I saw that your requests were open and I'd like to submit one where Pantalone, Capitano and Pierro have an s/o which has sleeping troubles, like insomnia or gets nightmares alot, these boys dont get anough love. Tyyyy 🥺🥺

Sweet dreams, darling

── ୨୧：pantalone, il capitano, pierro x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: some nights it's hard to fall asleep, no matter how much you try tossing and turning. sometimes they're already awake, or sometimes you accidentally wake them up but one way or another they've discovered this glaring issue.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, uuhh other stuff, domestic fluff, use of petnames on pantalone and pierro's (darling, love), not at all proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2866

you're so right dear anon they're so underrated, especially Pierro at least from what I've seen I love him tbh that man is hot (literally nobody will hear me out) (this is an extremely understandable phenomenon) sorry this is late I got busy taking care of my cat he's like a fifty year old man thinking he can still tussle with the younger cats

─ ୨୧：pantalone

to be completely honest, he can't stand when you sleep like that. he stares at you from his side of the bed where you lay finally at peace, and can never quite bring himself to disturb you, but a part of him wishes that you would find a position that doesn't hurt your back so much to wake up in. he understands that that's difficult, though.

curled in on yourself in a tight ball like you're an overgrown house cat seems to be the other way you can hope to sleep lately, complaining that you're uncomfortable any other way through no fault of your own. in a perfect world he can pluck your little issue right out of existence, vanish it away to a dark corner to never again be found, letting you have the most blissful refreshing sleep you've ever had however this is not a perfect world and thus he is forced to watch you toss and turn through the night.

truly Pantalone has found at least one thing he can confidently say he finds himself to be abysmal at. he makes you a cup of tea before bed, though not an uncommon action. he hears this particular blend can help with sleeping troubles, expensive as it may be imported from Snezhnaya's polar opposite Natlan, requiring certain shipping conditions. it's hardly enough to inconvenience him however, recalling how he almost asked "Is that all?" like it was pocket change. it seems to at least relax you, and you enjoy the taste, so he continues to purchase it regularly.

he's found you sleep best when you lay by his side, pampered by those delicate hands that stroke your forehead and lull you to sleep if a little slowly. his affections are not nearly as slow as trying to do it alone, pulling you close until you're snug up against him, and his head tries to situate your head onto his chest. your struggles must lessen, and his arm around you has helped, he's seen so.

he cannot find another way to comfort you, almost nothing that money can buy besides medicine he keeps pestering a certain doctor to make, so he provides you with time, affection, gentle actions meant to soothe you as he strokes your forehead, rubs his thumb against your temple. all of this provided to you while you lay your head against his arm. tonight is slightly different as you lay your head on his chest attempting to find a comfortable spot while he reads a book to you which he thought you might enjoy.

Pantalone believes you to be paying the utmost attention, his arm around you holding the book open. that is until his forearm accidentally knocks your head turning a page, and his most profuse apologies are met with...silence?

"Darling?" he questions, wondering if you were hurt--he's not sure how that could happen with such a light bump--but he awkwardly lifts his head to find you don't move to get up as you might've if you thought he was getting up you're completely still. you couldn't possibly be... no, not a chance after all that effort and research a book put you to sleep? he either had the most boring taste or had accidentally stumbled upon the cure to your little conundrum.

the next morning Pantalone is well out of bed by the time you awake, a usual occurrence as he sits dressed for work with one last cup of tea piping hot at his side.

"Good morning." you say as you rub your eyes, noticing he's reading the book from last night.

he glances up from his book to flash a smile at you, "Good morning, darling." he says, unusually pleased for some reason-- seemingly also straight to the point as he asks "Are my book recommendations truly so boring they make you fall asleep or do you just like being read to sleep?"

"Oh, well..." now that you think about it, you don't actually recall anything from the book, only knowing that Pantalone was reading it to you. you can remember the way the words sounded, melding together in your head and hardly discernible into actual sentences. perhaps you did like being read to sleep. "I couldn't say how boring your books are, but maybe someone's a better reader than he thought~."

you lean down to kiss his cheek, promptly wandering off to get yourself a cup of that tea he made. perhaps he'll have to read to you more often...

─ ୨୧：capitano

you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night a lot lately, startled awake, disoriented and a little scared. tonight is no different as you awake to an expectedly empty bed, unsurprised when you see nothing there on the other side. there is no sign of Capitano yet, out on a mission somewhere just as he said he would be. you're not mad he's gone, just a little lonely, worrying that something would happen to him.

you climb out of bed and resort to your new coping mechanism. without the real Capitano, you simply must convince yourself he is there in some way. thus, you make your way to your shared closet and look for a shirt he wore semi-recently. you manage to find one he changes into when he gets home and wants to relax, softer than armour for you to lean on when you lay your head on his chest to drift off to sleep while he plays with your hair.

you're glad for something with a happier association, something which you can cling to even while he's gone. his shirt is a catalyst for that, carrying his scent, though you have nothing to hold in his absence, if maybe a pillow unfortunate enough to find itself cuddled up to your chest.

despite yourself you almost feel as if the roles have reversed, almost never the bigger of your pair, though you have always cuddled up to him, arms awkwardly wrapped around him.

you awake to another of his letters, seemingly his response to your telling him about your troubles falling asleep, laying awake restless and increasingly tired though still unable to find solace in a good night's rest. it is delivered personally to your hands by a fatuu as all of his letters have been, ensuring their safe travel to you, as well as ensuring there's someone's head to be had if they don't. in their other arm a large teddy bear is tucked away, though not immediately presented to you causing you to almost walk off.

"Ah-- This also arrived for you!" you spin yourself back around to meet the mask face of a fatuu holding a teddy bear out to you, almost a funny sight and you crack a smile. "Also from Lord Capitano." they add.

Uh...ok that's a little strange.

you take your new friend, soft and fuzzy, a bow tied around its neck sewn into the fabric. it's strangely cute, though you're not exactly sure how he was able to acquire such a thing from all the way out in Natlan. it couldn't have possibly been from there, at least you don't think so at a glance...

you reacquire the letter which had been placed down on the table, reading it over carefully. the further you read the more your smile grows, though unconsciously. you quickly uncover the origin of this bear that suddenly fell into your possession. it is from Natlan, from Capitano. his name is Cap. you just cannot fathom where he managed to pull such a creative name from. it has you giggling to yourself.

"Cap." you pick the bear up in your hands, holding it up to admire it, "Didn't he pick such a cute name out for you?" the longer you stare, though adorable, the more this bear seems to be missing something. he bears his name, his likeness if you consider that Capitano is really just a big soft teddy bear in strong armour-- ah right, this bear was missing something. though he is to be your new bed buddy, he lacks a certain...quality.

obviously you cannot dress him in armour. no, that's far too hard for you to lay your head on. however Capitano's much softer Fatui-issued fur-lined coat would make a cute little outfit for him. the first problem you find is that Capitano is currently in possession of said coat, the second is that despite the bear being on the larger side Capitano's coat would still be too large for him, possibly too bulky as well.

all in one Cap is providing you with solutions to your daytime boredom and your night-time troubles. sewing Cap a little coat would be just the perfect thing to fill your time.

a couple months and a late night of reports and paperwork and finally the trek home feels like bliss, walking the familiar path to the place that will finally again feel like home. Capitano doesn't dare leave headquarters without changing, not only for his own comfort after spending so long stuck in that armour and so that it's not so noisy when he arrives home and sneaks through the door.

the house is dark, expectedly so due to you likely not expecting him, it's only by the faint glow of golden light that emanates from your shared bedroom that he thinks for a moment you might still be awake.

ducking his head in reveals that to be false, you just must've fallen asleep with a candle lit again, though the sight easily makes up for that. as it turns out, Capitano found you the perfect gift, wrapped tightly in your arms, your cheek pressed into the fabric and your breathing steady and calm. he's about to turn away, deciding he'll come back to it once he's dealt with his things and is ready for bed, but something catches his eye—a tuft of black fur that tickles your face.

his face contorts in confusion, vividly recalling the bear's fur did not have a texture like that, but then it clicks when he realises the white next to your arm and the silhouette becomes clearer in his mind. you made him a jacket. he almost breaks down laughing over how ridiculously cute that is, but quickly covers his mouth so as to not wake you.

he's glad you like your little gift to cuddle in his stead.

─ ୨୧： pierro

working nights always go the same, as you've long retired for the night and gone to bed, Pierro remains awake managing his duties long into the night. coincidentally, this arrangement happens to work out well for you and your awful nightmares that will strike at any given moment.

you awake to an empty bed, guessing that it must be a busy night. it's not a bother, but you're not sure whether you'll be able to go back to sleep yet. you're a bit shaken from your dreams, needing to go and find Pierro to see what he's doing. you know he's only fulfilling bureaucratic duties, not in any actual danger, but you need to see him to ease your mind and know he's fine.

expectedly he's hunched over his desk, lost in his work as you suppose is usual at this hour. he doesn't immediately notice you, engrossed in the task at hand, but one creak of a floorboard as you make your way to him is enough for him to look up and find you at his side staring down at him.

"It happened again?" he breaks the silence already knowing why you're here, and you nod in response, a silent confirmation.

"It wasn't as bad as before, but..." you trail off for some reason, playing with your fingers trying to find the words to describe, "I don't know, I just thought-- I wanted to come see you because you weren't there." you finally get it out, though not quite as you intended. it's hard to communicate the feeling, like even though you knew nothing could've possibly happened something felt wrong.

you feel silly confessing it, like it was something wrong with you and yet he barely raises an eyebrow in protest or question of it.

"Even while you sleep, I still worry you." he says, his hand finding your waist to pull you closer.

"No, no it's not you." you try to say, trying to assure him that maybe if you were just stronger you wouldn't be so worried, your own mind to blame. "I knew what I was doing getting into this." you add.

he shuffles his chair back to make space between him and the desk, patting his thigh to usher you onto his lap, into his arms. you fit so perfectly, feel so safe, like you can melt into his body with the warmth he provides you. leaning your head against his shoulder, getting comfortable burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Make yourself comfortable and go back to sleep, love." Pierro's hand settles on your head, holding you there, arm around you. vaguely in your ear you can make out a rhythmic thud, almost as if you hear his heart pumping in his chest. that's a nice sound. it's gentle enough it doesn't bother you, outs you at ease in fact as if a reminder he's there. you know he's there, but something about it just...helps.

"How much longer until you come to bed?" you ask, fully expecting him to give you the realistic answer that he doesn't know, and really he probably wouldn't.

he pauses, a deep breath following that you feel as Pierro's chest rises and falls once again, he then sets his pen aside, though mid sentence and clearly not even close to finished. Pierro once again shuffles his chair back, making enough space for his now free hand to come up beneath you to support you as he stands, bringing you with him now cradled in his arms.

he smiles down at you gently, and you're convinced he'd run a hand through your hair to tuck it away behind your ear if only his hand was free. you know he likes that, a little token of affection. "Let's go to bed now, and I'll finish this later." he says. you think you could've lived with sleeping in his lap for a night, though admittedly you like this arrangement a lot better.

you allow him to lay you back down, pulling the covers over you and leaving you to adjust them a bit while you wait, though when his back turns you shuffle your way over to the other side of the bed somehow hoping he won't notice you tucked up on his side. to your favour he doesn't for a while, though he's preoccupied with tugging his shirt over his head not exactly paying the most attention, not until he turns around does he notice a certain someone has taken over his spot.

"Oh? I didn't realise I was only getting this much bed. You don't leave very much room for me at all do you?" of course he'd play along when you make a face like you're trying not to giggle, though that promptly fails as he decides he's going to get you out by actually trying to fit, actually meaning he's about to sit on you and there's not a chance in hell the tiny sliver of bed is enough for anyone.

in seconds you're rolling over bursting out laughing to escape, though Pierro pulls you back kicking and squealing to kiss your cheek and try to settle you again before you rile yourself up. your antics are usually endearing, but seated on the edge of the bed having to turn himself to meet you halfway, he finds a little kiss on the lips is enough to get you back to your much calmer self.

"Do you want to sleep on my side?" he asks

"I want to listen to your heartbeat." you respond, leaning yourself forward in some attempt to-- rather uncomfortably-- press your head to his chest. "I like it."

"You can listen for as long as you like, as long as you calm down so you can go to sleep. It's late."

eventually he finds a spot in the middle of the bed, and you find that laying on him is far more comfortable, as well as ensuring that there's no way he can sneak off once you fall asleep to go back to his work. Pierro will be staying right where you hold him in place, head laying back on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat clearly. you were right, you do like it.

you are always afraid of losing him, you always have been, you don't think there will be a day when you're not. just as badly he is afraid of losing you, irrationally so as he has learned nothing is permanent. even peaceful moments like this can be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye, so he must cherish them. he must cherish you.

Pierro is more than happy to cuddle you this way if that's what you want, because really he wants it too.

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albenyx · 2 years

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When you died, his world collapsed, it felt like it lost color and his life suddenly held no meaning, living suddenly felt pointless, useless. What was the point of being alive now that you're gone?

You were his motivation, his life line, his home, Where will he return? Who else would understand him, and never judge him? Who else would be willing to love him for him? You were his pillar and he was yours, you were his everything. So what is he suppose to do now? He can't bring himself to even think about replacing you, no he will never love anyone the way he loves you, no one can even compare to you.

"It's time to move on from them, they're in a better place now" Someone attempts to console him, and with the way they had worded it as if you were easy to replace, as if you were easy to forget had his blood boiling

"Don't fucking tell me they're in a better place when they belong here with me."

Who I think could fit this: Diluc, Ayato, Kaeya, Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore, Pantalone, Capitano, Cyno

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dearemilia · 2 years

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— When their sunshine lover is upset

Pantalone | Columbina | Capitano

Tags & Notes | Any pronouns! Reader, fluff, a little hurt to comfort(?), ooc. Stay safe and healthy everyone! <33

Warnings | Obsessive behavior from Pantalone and Columbina.

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It's time for him to bring you another gift. PANTALONE doesn't know what made you upset but don't worry! He'll pay someone to find out what made you upset, he'll make sure to make that very person pay for taking away your smile that he oh so treasures. But when he realizes that the reason why you've been so upset lately is because of him, he feels like an idiot. Upon seeing your smile back when he bought you your favorite flower and taking a stroll around the Palace Garden, hearing how you talked about your day and your laughs, he feels himself falling harder for you.

Oh, oh dear. No one has ever seen COLUMBINA get mad before not even you, so whoever decided to sadden you must be asking for death. After taking care of some things, she'll comfort you while lulling you a lullaby as she soothes your head "My dear birdie...Don’t worry about the imbecile, they don’t even deserve to even speak to you” She places a small kiss on your forehead, smiling at you. She’ll remind everyone daily of how much of a wonderful lover you are and how she feels lucky to have you “You know my lover here-” You don’t know whether you should feel happy or feel bad for the others though.

CAPITANO feels his heart ache when he sees you plucking the flower petals with a gloomy expression. You watch as Capitano sits beside you and is gathering up some flowers from your basket and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he places a flower crown on top of your head. You touch the crown before looking back at him, giggling "Thank you, my love" You may not be able to see his face, but you can tell that he's very happy. Capitano lifts his hand and caresses your cheek as you lean onto his warm and welcoming touch.

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tavvattales · 2 years

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I know you already have one request from me but I'm being clingy XD Can I request Pantalone, Capitano, and Cyno (separate) with an SO that has abandonment issues/ hates when they have to leave? She doesn't stop them of course, she knows they have their jobs to do. They know their partner hates it, so they always try to hurry back when their missions are done. She just gets really anxious and worries that they won't come back and that she'll be left alone again. I've been dealing with a lot of anxiety related to being alone and I just really want the comfort of knowing that they'll come home.

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Characters: Pantalone, Capitano, Cyno(separate)

Pairings: Pantalone x Fem!Reader, Capitano x Fem!Reader, Cyno x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader has separation anxiety.

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Pantalone

"Princess, I'll be home soon, don't you fret,"

Pantalone says affectionately, kissing your temple, and pulling away he tugs you closer to him in a warm embrace. Nuzzling into his chest you can't help but cry, "I know my, darling. I know..." he murmurs against the top of your head.

Wiping your tears away, you look up at him with apprehensiveness and he simply smiles at you, washing your worries away, "There won't be a day where I won't think about you," Pantalone says softly, "Be well, Princess."

Watching him leave your body trembles and before he's completely out of sight you run toward him with all your might, hugging him from behind one last time.

"Come back to me safely."

"I always will..."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Il Capitano

Fighting back the urge to cry you tug onto his cloak as he's about to leave. Turning around to face you Capitano gently grasps your shoulders, pulling you into a warm embrace, taking in your very essence, giving him the strength to continue on his mission.

"My sweet Dove, it pains me to see you cry; I promise to return to you, so please..don't cry."

He says sweetly, wiping the tears you were fighting away. Snuggling in close to his warmth, you let out a shaky sigh, "I know you will...it's just painful to see you go," you say, sniffling, trying to calm your beating heart.

Capitano is the first to let go as you linger on him for a few more moments. Finally breaking away, you stand on your tiptoes, kissing his helmet as he chuckles, briefly lifting his helmet to seal his lips against yours.

"Promise you'll come back in one piece..."

"Anything for you."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Cyno

"Will you miss me that much?"

Cyno says with a playful smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth and you nod in response, sniffling, "Of course I will...your missions can be dangerous! What if something happens to you?!" you retort, grabbing hold of of his hand.

Chuckling softly, he pulls you into a hug, "You really think I'll let that happen? Come now, little vixen," he murmurs gruffly, stroking the top of your head affectionately as you burst into tears, "I-I know...it's just..." you start, but he cuts you off, lifting you chin to study your expression, "You're cute when you cry," Cyno says, smiling before giving you a quick kiss.

Pulling away from him you pout, "Don't be so mean. I really am going to miss you," you say, downcast. And brushing a strand of your hair to the side Cyno cusps your cheek affectionately, "I know you will, and I'll miss you just as much."

"Just...come back soon, okay?"

"With me, I always will."

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versadies · 2 years

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everlasting romance (w/ gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. everlasting romance

ADDRESSED. capitano, pantalone (separate)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, ooc!capitano, ooc!pantalone, mentions of battles but no violence, not proofread, no tw as far as ik !

STAMP/SYPNOSIS. domestic fluff with capitano and pantalone !

PROMPT. domestic life as a married couple

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POST-SCRIPT. this is my entry for @pyroxeene's and @astranne's marry a harbinger event ! yes im very obsessed with cuddling w capitano because he looks very huggable, please dont mind me and enjoy your meal fellow fatui lovers 😀😀😀

LINKS. MARRY A HARBINGER MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ TAGLIST

CAPITANO

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

It’s expected. Living with the everlasting winters of Snezhnaya is something that is not an easy lifestyle. Even having a heater and fireplace in your home couldn’t be enough to make you not feel some shivers from the cold weather and not have a hard time sleeping from how cold it is.

Still, you didn’t really find the heart to complain. It’s something you’ve grown used to throughout the years of living here.

Besides, the cold is one of the best excuses to do something to your husband.

Even after spending a long time with Capitano, you still couldn’t find the courage to ask him for affection. You feel worried that he might see you as too clingy or reject you (despite the very well known fact that he wouldn’t do that). So the only things you could do is (1) hope your husband comes to you and do it without you having to ask him or (2) make up an excuse.

Back to the present time, you find yourself glancing at your husband from where you’re sitting, playing with the book you’re reading a few moments ago as you contemplate whether or not you should shoot your shot.

Ever since you moved into Capitano’s mansion, the harbinger made plenty of adjustments to make you comfortable. One of those adjustments includes adding a long sofa that’s made with the finest and most comfortable materials in his office for you to lounge in whenever you want to be with him as he works. The best part about the sofa is it’s big enough for you and Capitano, so he sometimes comes and sits next to you when he wants to take a break.

Unfortunately, today is not one of those times.

As you continue to think about what to do, you don't notice how your husband seems to look in your direction thanks to his helmet.

“Is there something wrong, ( Name )?” He asks, causing you to be taken back by surprise from him suddenly talking.

You were quick to shake your head, quickly putting a calm facade. “No of course not – don’t mind me, you can carry along with your work.” You reassured him before looking back at your book, trying to continue where you left off (only to fail).

You didn’t seem to notice how he looked at the clock nearby before putting some of his items aside on his desk. You glance at his direction when you hear him standing up from his seat, only for you to be surprised when he starts walking towards you.

“Perhaps I must’ve been working longer than you wanted.” He spoke as he sat down next to you, the cushion sinking from his weight. “Nevertheless, your troubles are something I cannot ignore.”

Your eyes widen a bit. “Huh?”

He lets out a huff. “I’ve known you long enough, ( Name ). We’ve been to battles together, we’ve been through things together, and we’ve been married for so long. It’s no use hiding from me.”

You let out a sheepish smile. “Alright, alright, you got me.. Is it so bad to desire for my husband’s affection?” You replied, closing your book shut.

“You could always ask, dearest.” He reassures you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you bask in for his warmth. “I’m not one to refuse my spouse’s requests. So you may feel free to ask for hugs and such instead of making up excuses. We’ve talked about this back then on our honeymoon, haven’t we?”

You lean on his broad shoulder, letting out a small sigh of content. “I know, I know. I just couldn’t help it, I fear I might be disturbing you too much.”

“For you? Never.”

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

But that’s alright, because you can always count on your husband to warm you up with a hug and a few words to share as you two enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

PANTALONE

Ever since you and Pantalone started living together as a married couple, he never considered eating anything except your homemade meals during work.

Some of the banker’s fellow subordinates would often gush and gossip about how they always catch sight of their lord eating a familiar box that contains his spouse’s meals, finding it sweet how he seems to enjoy your cooking.

It’s true, he does enjoy your cooking – maybe a bit more than most people when they eat your cooking – and isn’t afraid to tell you that. He doesn’t have to tell you that anyway, not when the meals you gave to him are always empty by the time he returns home. You’re not really sure if it’s because of how he’s so hungry that he’s willing to inhale everything you cook or because he’s just that obsessed with your cooking.

Apparently, it’s the latter.

Pantalone hadn’t told you yet, but your meals reminded him of home – the place he wants to be in instead of his cold and quiet office that’s not in his mansion. You could say your meals are something that’s therapeutic to him which makes you happy since you’re always willing to cook for your husband.

So it’s very, very strange that he started forgetting to bring his meals to work recently.

You’re not sure if it’s because of how he’s getting busier with work now or some other reason you can’t think of, so you have no choice but to come visit his office, not wanting him to get hungry despite the fact that he could buy a meal himself. It’s a good thing your work starts in the afternoon!

Whenever you come by to his office to drop off his food, your husband could only give you his classic smile and thank you for bringing it for him, only to receive yet another lecture about how he shouldn’t forget to bring his lunch next time from you. Of course, he says no words except: “Ah, of course, of course. How silly of me.” He lets out a sigh, a dramatic one at that. “I’ll try my best to not forget again, dearest. Since you’re here now, why don’t you stay with me for a while? It must be a tiring journey for you to come here–”

“I always use the carriage you provided to come here, what are you talking about–?”

“Please?”

You let out a sigh of defeat, sitting down on one of the chairs that’s situated across from where he’s sitting. “Alright, fine, but only for a few minutes or so. I don’t want to be late for work.”

It started to become a bit of a routine since then.

You often find yourself on your way to your husband’s workplace with the food he forgot to bring and sometimes yours when you feel hungry as well and stay in his office for a while until you have to leave for work. Throughout your stay in his office, you’d have conversations with him as he eats his meal.

You don’t bother lecturing him about forgetting his meal again by the time this goes on for weeks, knowing fully well he’ll just leave it again the next day or the other. You didn’t bother wondering why he does it either (nor why he always gives you that weird look of his whenever you try to ask him), because you can’t help but enjoy spending time with him in his workplace to the point where you just start bringing your own meal as well to eat with him.

Unknownst by you, the reason is very simple.

What makes eating a delicious homemade meal better?

Eating said delicious homemade meal with the person you care for the most, of course.

Pantalone longs for you often, especially when he eats his meal that you made with love and dedication. So when he actually forgot to bring his meal for the first time and you visited his workplace for it, he had the most brilliant idea!

Hence how he started to purposefully leave his meal, hiding the mischievous smile on his face as he leaves for his duties as a harbinger, looking forward to hearing the familiar sounds of your knocking before entering his office with his meal. It pleases him all the more when you start to bring your own meal as well and eat it with him. Before he knew it, he started to get used to the time he values with you in his office.

Mora can’t buy him something that’s as precious as this.

“Is there something on your mind?” You ask your husband, who wakes up from his own thoughts about this situation thanks to your voice.

He shakes his head quickly, a genuine smile is on his face. “No, no. Just thinking about how much I love my spouse very much.”

You slap his shoulder lightly with a chuckle. “Oh cut that out, flattery won’t save you.”

He chuckles as well in response. “Oh but it’s the truth, believe it or not.”

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” You replied before taking a bite of your meal.

He can get used to this indeed.

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Title: La Signora's little follower(?)

Character(s): All the harbingers except Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Pierro, Columbina, Pulcinella, Pantalone, Tartaglia (Childe), Dottore, Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino

Summary: The harbingers stand before the Fair Lady, La Signora casket. They didn't think a small visitor would arrive, adored by the woman who turned to ashes.

Note: This might/will become ooc later in the future or the very next day I post this but who knows and who cares! Writing this all I have is the vid "A Winter Night's Lazzo", Childe's voice lines about them and leaks so please be understanding later if it does happen.

Warnings/tags: Gn!reader (if by chance she/her is used for reader tell me I will edit it as soon as possible!), child!reader, slight soft yandere vibes from Childe (or protective vibes either one), implied cult au, Genshin leaks

Another note for tags: Isekai (implied), God!reader but child, like sagau cult kind of thing but never really mentioned till later, an au in one of my series called 'the child with gold blood' (which you don't have to read to understand this.)

...It was a surprise really, who would expect that when the butterfly that belonged to La Signora would erupt into a huge flame covering most of the casket that many of the harbingers had to take a step back.

They were about to put it out... what was what they planned to till they noticed something or someone inside those flames. There was a slight panic in the voices of the harbingers, as they got their weapons ready, yet it was Capitano who told them to stop and wait, curious as to what the Fair Lady could have gifted them after her death.

Just as soon the flames came to the world it died down living nothing but ashes and body…?

It was a small body as if it belonged to a child. Still alive, when they saw the small movements it made, still breathing. Columbia was the first to comment on it, how adorable you but at the same time in wonder who you were.

"Why is a small child here?" Sandrone asked in surprise, as the robot moved her closer to the casket, towards you. "Did Signora bring this child here?" She continued to ask.

"Interesting there is not a single lick of flame scorched that child." Dottore also walked close to the casket, everybody could see the sick interest that danced in his eyes, the calculated planning.

Yet when Dottore tried to reach for the small child a flame erupted covering you away from the man's hand at the sudden heat he hissed in pain taking a step back away from you. Sandrone's robot also took a step back shielding the surprised girl from the screams of fire.

Only a few moments went by till Pantalone spoke teasing Dottore, stating that either it was Signora's huge distrust towards him or the perverted malice that the doctor had shown. Dottore could only glare at the other man, stating that he keep his mouth shut.

"But that still leaves the question, who is this child? There were no reports that La Signora had a child nor is she the type to adopt one." Arlecchino stated as she watched the flames die down once again when Dottore was far enough away from the child. There in her eyes was interest but there was also a hidden pity in them.

It was Capitano and Pierro who noticed the 11th harbinger quiet as he only stared at the child on the casket of the Lady not saying anything yet holding familiarity towards the sleeping body.

"Tartaglia do you have something to say?" Pierro asked, staring as the young man whose eyes widen in surprise for being called suddenly... as if caught in the act.

Tartaglia called away from his thoughts, looked at the Jester. His face looked conflicted as he walked over to the child.

"This kid followed Signora around. I meet them at Liyue after Signora got the Gnosis from the Geo archon." He tried to explain. "So La Signora really did adopt a child?" The husky voice belonged to Capitano.

Tartaglia shook his head. "No Signora found the kid to be more annoying than anything. She tried to shoo away this kid multiple times but the kid kept on coming back."

"I am surprised, you would think not many children would like the lady because of her rather strong... personality." Pantalone raised an eyebrow when he watched Childe cautiously take the kid into his arms. The little kid didn't have any thick clothes instead wore something more for spring.

The poor thing was shivering as the 11th harbinger wrapped his red scarf around their neck.

"I also thought she didn't like kids well till I received a letter from her a few days after her death," Tartaglia grumbled moving the child a bit so he could also cover the child's body with his coat. "One of her trusted subordinates gave me a letter asking me to take care of this kid in case she ever dies. I didn't think she would have ever written something like that because of her pride but she did."

"Hmmm, then why did the child appear here like this then? La signora died a few days ago, why isn't the kid with you?" Dottore was unamused, annoyed even as he looked at his slightly scorched gloves, burned by the fire when he reached for you.

"You aren't gonna say that you would take care of the child, are you? Give them to me and I will bring them to the orphanage." Arachhino said, raising her hand as if asking Childe to hand the kid to her.

"Sorry but no. I will be taking care of this kid." There was no humor in Tartaglia's voice, moving as if to shield the child from Arlecchino. He was never fond of her to be fair. "The kid disappeared soon after Signora's death both my subordinates and Signora's all tried to search for this kid along with some others but we weren't able to find them."

"Tartaglia, who are these others that you mentioned?" Pantalone asked, staring at the hump on Childe's jacket.

Suddenly the members all heard a groan, small and childish they knew that the child had woken up. Childe watched you try to shift your position yet unable to do so, you slowly opened your eyes. Staring at him yet showed no recognition.

"Hey, kid woke up?" Childe said his tone was almost soft. As he watches you shift again to an almost sitting position in his arms where your head poked out from the fur collar of his coat as you rubbed your eyes.

"Who are you?" You grumbled, you didn't see the other people in the room all watching you yet you could hear one or maybe two people giggling or chuckling at you as you squinted at Childe's face.

"Ah aren't you that mister!" You paused surprised, Childe raised a brow when he saw you stopped, as you struggle to remember him. "How cruel, child. You forgot about me." You laughed when he booped your nose with his gloved hand. "Isn't mister teammates with Signora?" You tilted your head.

"Yes… Something like that…" It wasn't Childe who said that, but another voice. Looking to your side you saw other people, all wearing a similar outfits to Childe. The man who said it wore a mask as he looked at you with a frown on his mouth.

"You shouldn't be so mean to the child." Another voice said but you didn't look to see who it was as you stared at the man who showed clear discomfort.

"Mister must be Dottore?" You tilted your head, your face curious as you lean to get a closer look at him. "Hmmm, didn't know La Signora would talk about me." There was sarcasm, you didn't see the glare on Childe's face as he tighten his hold around you. You blinked as if not catching the sarcasm at all

"Signora told me that you are mean and bad. But mister looks nice."

"Eh-?" "Huh?" Disbelief but giggles also spread in the room at what you said, Dottore looked at you as if you have lost your mind but you meant what you said yet it was hidden behind his mask.

"They are such a cute child." Childe looked down surprised when he saw a small lady standing right beside him. You looked at the girl tilting your head as you saw her pretty black hair with pink streaks. "Hello dear~ do you perhaps know my name?" She asked curiously.

You looked at her mask, her outfit, the small pretty wings on her hair. Signora had told you about three ladies in her team, one of them she told you had almost a fairy-like appearance. "Columbina?" You looked at her closely. "You are so pretty!"

"You really are such a cutie." Columbina laughed. Quickly she pointed at two girls in the room. "Can you guess what their names are?"

You looked at the lady standing with one hand on her hips, white hair and eyes that had a red x on them. "Umm… Arlecchino..?" You looked hesitant, you looked at the lady who sat in the hand of the robot your eyes glittered at the thing but you quickly shook your head to focus. "Uhh… Signora told me about someone who makes those big robots! Uhh.. Sa-Sandrone?"

"You are a very smart child~" she giggled, she tried to take you into her arms when Childe took a step back keeping you away from her hands, protective and guarding.

"Hmmm interesting, I didn't think that La signora would grow attached to someone this much that she would tell you about us." You looked at a man, smiling at you with his hand on his chin thinking. "Greeting young one, my name is Pantalone. I guess that the Fair Lady has talked about me?"

Your eyes lighten a bit. "Un! She told me that you are the richest man in teyvat!" You flayed your hands as if to show how rich he was. Pantalone chuckled.

"How did you meet La Signora child?" You looked at a short man looking at you, his face soft towards you compared to others. "Mister Pulcinella?" you asked.

"Why yes. That is correct. Did Signora talk about me too?" There was a warm smile on his face, "Nope!" You sang as you looked at the man who was holding you "He was the one who told me about you!"

"H-hey" Childe looked flustered at what you have done all the while Pulcinella looked a little contemplated.

"You haven't answered his question."

A gruff voice asked, it would have made anybody intimidated yet maybe because you were so young that you were so influenced by it glancing at the man who spoke you asked Childe to place you down.

Hesitant, he did and let you go as you trotted to the man who spoke. The man had a mask on... helmet? even with the light, you could not see the man's face hidden in the darkness. "I meet Signora at in Monstade, Mister Captain sir! I was lost back then and could not find a way home and she found me." You told the man. "She saved me when I was running away from a hilichurl that was chasing after me. After that, I start to follow her hehe!"

"She let you in?" The man asked but you shook your head, looking down almost ashamed, "Signora didn't like me at first…" you explained, it was so cute when you looked at the red scarf around your neck in interest. "But later when we are in Liyue she took me in. She didn't tell me much but she started to take care of me a lot!" You looked at the masked man. "Signora showed me many things! Many pretty things! Things that I have never seen before!"

"But why didn't you go back home instead child?" He asked, you looked at him as the light in your eyes dull a little.

"That is because I was told I can't go back..."

It wasn't a straight answer, an answer that explained yet left so many questions for a child to say with a lonely smile on their face.

"Then child, are you not sad that La signora passed away." Another voice asked another deep and powerful voice that was quiet this whole time ever since you opened your eyes. Everyone looked at him, and you also looked at the old man who spoke. "Signora told me that there was a man in her team that wore a mask on one eye that is the leader of the team! You must be Mister Pierro!"

"You are correct, child. Now tell me why are you not sad that she passed away? As you stand on her tomb right now." His words were harsh, commanding. It was as if he wanted to test you, see what your reaction would be.

Yet instead of tears, you looked at the man straight in his eyes your smile gone. You didn't see how close Childe was to grabbing you into his arms again yet could not. The 11th harbinger was stopped when Pierro glared at him, silencing him from making a dumb decision in front of him.

Instead, you stand in the middle of the group all staring down at you, waiting for your answer.

It was odd.. it was unnatural really for a child to do so. The smile that graced your small face, wasn't that naive and childish like but something softer yet knowing, kind and loving yet with grief.

It didn't match your age, not at all and it made everyone only cautious instead of feeling pity.

"La Signora isn't dead, she is only sleeping."

It was as if time stopped for a moment at your answer, nobody was sure what to say yet before someone could say something the big door that where once closed suddenly slammed open as one of the fatui, one of low-rank suddenly burst in.

"I apologize for interrupting the meeting! But this is an emergency!!" The fatui member almost shouted, his voice rattled and panicked.

"It must be important that you would rudely barge in like this." There was annoyance in Pantalone's voice as he placed his hands together. His face was smiling yet everybody could see his anger.

"The archons- No the nations Monstade, Liyue and Inazuma are going on a rampage!!"

What?

"And what do you mean by that?" Pulcina asked.

"They are attacking all the fatui members that are stationed there demanding we give back what is theirs!" The fatui member stuttered out.

"What are they looking for exactly?" Pulcinella asked tiredly, it wasn't like they were after the gnosis. The Anemo Archon is too weak to cause this much of a reaction, the Electro archon didn't care for it, while the Geo Archon made a deal with them for the Gnosis. He wasn't one who would turn back on a contract.

"They are looking for a small child!"

The members all looked at you, standing in front of Pierro yet instead of you standing on the floor you were in Childe's arms holding you tightly almost like a mother protecting her child.

Who… are you?

Edit/Update: Edited again after a year TvT Thank you so much for all the love that has been shown to this fic but I will not be making a part 2 or a continuation to this little story unfortunately. It has been a long time now and while I did try to think out some stuff nothing really clicked, and that motivation just kind of died too at some point. If you want more platonic yandere stuff I do have more stories for that which you can find on the masterlist just not this particular one. Thank you again for understanding ^^

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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how to defeat a giant | yandere! fatui harbingers x reader

content warning: none

summary: due to dottore's carelessness, he broke a glass jar while experimenting with toxic gasses and now the gasses a spreading throughout the castle.

note: I finally wrote part 3, yay. I've had half of it written for months but didn't know how to continue it, so I gave up. but I finally finished it, yay. I'm not sure if it's going to be all that good though and so sorry for the lazy ending, I did not know how to finish it. but anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)

taglist: @kaveh-is-pretty @nomorefstogive @frankypasta @salacun @teal-aurora

part 1 part 2 part 3

the sky was falling.

you were sure of it and afraid. the dark, star-less sky was falling, growing closer and closer to the ground, and soon, the sky would meet the earth.

you pressed your palms against the cold window and looked up, frozen and afraid, what can anyone do in a situation like this?

perhaps you could stop this from happening if only you had your power, but alas, that was in the past, you've changed and no longer wield the power that made you special.

"no..." a stray tear left your eye as you moved away from the window and towards the door to your room, you knocked, gently at first but as time passed it became more frantic and rough.

you began to feel faint, and your knocking became harder and you began to cry, "please, open this door! please someone- anyone! open the door!"

no answer.

you cried harder, the side of your hand becoming sore from banging on the door, you knocked and cried for quite some time but never gained an answer which led you to back away from the door and sit beside the window again.

you felt terrible. you rested your cheek against the window and cried, watching as the sky fell.

...

"what have you done, dottore?" PIERRO questioned dottore as DOTTORE passed out gas masks to all of the present harbingers, "there was a small incident." dottore replied.

COLUMBINA giggled as dottore tried to water down the situation before them.

"small? soldiers are fainting from that gas- some are in critical condition, what do you mean small?" SANDRONE snapped at dottore, as she slid the mask onto her face.

"this is a first. nothing like this has happened to me before-"

"mistakes from you will not be tolerated. some soldiers are barely breathing and delirious due to your mistake, nothing like this will happen again, understood?" pierro narrowed his eyes as he watched dottore humbled himself and nodded, before saying "of course, lord harbinger."

columbina messed with the straps on her gas mask as she asked, "do you think the gasses have reached out mag-"

"has something happened, where are all of the soldiers?" asked PANTALONE as he entered the castle, pierro quickly pulled pantalone in and shut the door behind pantalone, "we cannot let the gasses reach the town if that happens, we will never hear the end of it."

columbina tuts, after being cut off but didn't attempt to speak again.

"gasses-?" before pantalone could ask, dottore handed him a gas mask and with no questioning, he slid it over his face, "what gas? what has happened?" pantalone asked, and before dottore could explain, sandrone said, "dottore made a mistake, broke a jar full of toxic gasses, its harming harbingers and yet he doesn't seem to... care that much."

pantalone nodded slowly, his eyes roaming across the room slowly, but his majesty was nowhere to be seen, "where is our majesty?"

everyone paused, silence overtaking them before dottore said, with a scoff, "don't worry, our majesty is in the safest room of the castle, the gasses wouldn't be able to reach our majesty so soon."

"we don't want the gasses to reach our majesty at all!" sandrone was on the verge of ripping her hair out from the frustration she felt.

"we should check on our majesty..." columbina butted in, as she tugged at the straps of the gas mask, harder.

"do you know the side effect of the gasses, dottore?" pantalone asked, and dottore shook his head, "I know nothing about the gas, I was merely messing around when the jars broke."

"so... you were just playing with toxic gasses-"

"yes."

sandrone released a sigh, as she turned away from dottore, her frustration apparent as she clenched her fist. columbina grinned at the chaos, "how long have the gasses been flowing around?" she asked.

"for more than two hours now," dottore replied before sighing, hard... he believed everyone was completely overreacting.

"we must check on our majesty... just in the case that anything has happened, " pantalone said before he turned on his heel and began to walk up the staircase which led to your room.

the front door opened once again, "hey-!"

pierro pulled CHILDE into the castle and shut the door behind him, before handing him a gas mask, "what's this for?" childe asked as he slid it onto his face.

"dottore... released toxic gasses into the air," sandrone briefly explain and childe laughed, "really? I would have never expected that from him."

"me neither," columbina grinned and childe quickly looked over to the corner where columbina was resting and cringed slightly as he nodded.

...

"your majesty...? if you don't mind, we're coming in," pantalone warned but gained no response. pantalone opened the door and looked in, you weren't by the door or on your bed.

you were by the window, on the ground. pantalone fully entered the room and dottore followed after him. "you said our majesty was safe-"

"perhaps our majesty is resting," dottore said, trying not to worry pantalone as he turned you onto your back.

the gas had definitely reached you.

he could tell, from the way you were twitching and choking on your drool, the way your eyes rolled back into your head, and the way you were barely breathing.

dottore turned to pantalone, and tried his best to remain calm as he asked, "go back down and get a gas mask for our majesty, do not take your time."

pantalone was quick to leave the room and go down the stairs, to see that CAPITANO and ARLECCHINO had arrived, "I need a gas mask for our majesty."

pierro handed a gas mask to pantalone, then he went back up, just as he was walking up the stairs, capitano asked, "is our majesty not doing well?"

"I'm sure our majesty will be fine," pantalone replied but his voice was laced with uncertainty, which caused capitano to follow after pantalone.

pantalone reentered the room and capitano followed after him, "here," he handed the mask to dottore and dottore put the mask onto you.

dottore connected his and your mask (let us all pretend that something like that exists), so that his oxygen would become your own so that you could regain consciousness soon.

you choked before a small cry left your lips, pantalone kneeled to your side and ran his fingers across your arm, "are you feeling well, your majesty?"

"...sky... the sky, " you choke out as you attempted to sit up but dottore stopped you, mumbling for you to relax because you didn't feel well.

"what about the sky, your majesty-"

"pantalone, our majesty is already confused and you are making our majesty even more confused." dottore grumbled before lifting you into his and handing you over to capitano, after unconnecting your masks.

capitano took you down the stairs, "the sky... sky," you continue to repeat and in response, capitano hushed you, saying, "your majesty, calm down... you're confusing yourself."

"lay our majesty onto that table," dottore said to capitano, knowing he couldn't take you into his laboratory, so he settled for the dining room table, "and get a blanket for our majesty," dottore said to childe who idly sat on the table.

capitano placed you once the table and you tried to sit up once again, "the sky... it-" capitano gently placed a hand onto your shoulder and with a gentle push you lay motionless on the table.

"the sky..." you mumbled idly, weakly reaching out to sandrone, who looked over to you anxiously, she quickly made her way to your side and took your hand into hers, "what's wrong, your majesty?"

but you didn't reply but continued to mindlessly mumble on about the sky. what was happening? why do you feel so bad? why are all the harbingers leaning over you with worried expressions?

"our majesty will be alright, with time, surly the side effects will fade off, our majesty's immune system is far stronger than the average human's immune system" dottore tried to calm the others, though his words didn't seem to calm them at all.

"i can't believe this!" sandrone grumbled, her fists tight as she narrowed her eyes at dottore, "this wouldn't have happened if you were a little more... more careful!"

seeing you so weak... disheartened sandrone.

"hey, you heard dottore, our majesty will be fine. just give our majesty some time to come around," childe stood at the edge of the table, a small smile on his face, as his hand rested upon your ankle, as he tried to comfort sandrone though his words didn't seem to reach her.

"what...? what's happening, where-" you pushed yourself up slowly, eyes squinted, vision blurred and hands shaking.

"your majesty-!"

"sandrone, quiet." pierro held a hand up, to silence her or anyone else who would attempt to speak.

you were silent, staring off past the harbingers and at the wall. your lips parted and breath uneven. "pierro- tell me what's happening," you commanded as you ran your fingers across the gas mask on your face, "wh-what is this?"

"dottore released toxic gasses into the air as a result of him carelessly messing around with the gasses in his laboratory." pierro replied, his tone sharp as he glanced back at dottore.

"forgive me, your majesty." dottore apologized, his eyes closely watching you as you looked around at all the harbingers.

columbina sat down beside you, her cold fingertips running across your skin, as she felt for your pulse and smiled.

"now, your majesty, you were saying something about the sky... do you remember what you were talking about?" pantalone asked.

"yes..." you started, as you tried to get off of the dining table but capitano grabbed your arm and pulled you back to where you were once sitting, "the sky... was falling. i saw it," you told the harbingers.

"falling? is that even possible?" arlecchino asked, and dottore shook his head, "completely impossible. perhaps the gasses reached her sooner than i initially thought it had," dottore mumbled to himself but sandrone, being so shaken up by what had happened, said, "this is terrible! You're just terrible. you've caused our majesty unnecessary suffering... thanks to your carelessness."

"have I not apologized countless times?" dottore asked, his eyes narrowed at sandrone, "if you hadn't been so carele-"

"stop it- the both of you. do you not realize you're making this about yourselves other than our majesty? both of you, come with me" pierro grabbed dottore and sandrone by their arms and with a less than polite grin, excused the three of them.

columbina grinned as dottore and sandrone got pulled away.

the remaining harbingers sat in silence.

childe sat at the edge of the table, his hand rubbing your ankle. to childe, it was an honor to touch your skin... your perfect skin... heck, it was an honor to even be able to serve you.

arlecchino was admittedly quite angry though she made no comments. how could dottore be so careless... our majesty could have died because of him... how dare he. she stood at your side, her hands pocketed in an attempt to look composed but by the way she was biting her lip, it was obvious that she wasn't at all happy with what happened.

capitano was at the side of arlecchino, he silently stared down at you, he was just grateful that you were okay. things could be worse. but they aren't and he's grateful for that. he wanted to hold you again but he knew if he did, he'd end up never letting you go.

columbina was sitting at your side, her cold fingertips grazing your skin, as she hummed to you. she was happy, to say the least, she didn't want to be away from you for so long ever again. she smiled softly as she held your hand.

pierro came back minutes later, "your majesty is going to recover just fine. some of the soldiers are already making recoveries themself."

the tension amongst the harbingers seemed to fade and everything seemed okay again.

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I don't know if you still receive requests. But if it is possible, I would like one with Capitano and a female reader. Where the reader is something of a red riding hood in appearance, but she is a beast hunter from the north. And she finds a wounded nether creature and she takes care of it. And it turns out that it was Capitano, so that Capitano can look for him later.

Capitano with a beast hunter

── ୨୧：il capitano x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it seemed to start when a child approached you telling you of a 'doggy' that needed help. it wasn't a doggy, and it actually needed a sword through the skull to put it out of its misery, but the poor thing's whimpers had you taking it home against all your judgements.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: fem reader, reader could be read as rude Idk, they're meant to just be blunt, reader doesn't have a vision (why was this relevant), possible ooc (he says exactly one line in canon), not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 3123

so I turned my back and suddenly had three thousand words of domesticating nether creatures 101 a class with Capitano. I accidentally made the little creature sound cute help 💀 I actually really liked this idea but then I had this whole confusion born of my own stupidity where I couldn't figure out if Capitano was the creature or if he owned it and I put it off thinking I would miraculously read it and know the answer (I didn't) so I ended up asking someone else and we agreed on he owns it, I then got busy and didn't come back to this for like almost a month atp but now you can have food anon

"Look Miss, that's the doggy. It's hurt, isn't it?" the child whose hand you held must've been...perhaps not the brightest star in the sky, to put it delicately. you're not really sure at a glance how he can look at a beast from the depths of the abyss and call it a doggy. then again, maybe the idea of such creatures existing is foreign to the mind of a child.

he had enough sense to chase down the first passer-by and lead them to this supposed doggy, though you're not sure what he expects them to do. it was purely by chance that you were the one the child found, but odds said he would sooner find someone with no idea what it even was. them, or the fatuus scattered around the place as they had been for days now. for whatever reason, the Fatui are lingering, it probably ran away from one of them to hide in the emptier farmlands where it could recover. one of them would've killed it in front of his eyes without a second thought.

"It's been injured by something, and it's exhausted, probably wants something to drink about now." observing its trembling leaves you with only the conclusion you should probably put it out of its misery, just maybe not in front of the child.

"Can you make it better?" he asks, a clear pity in his eyes. you know you can't tell him you're going to take it out into the woods near the village and kill it.

you let go of the child's hand and inch closer to the creature, offering a hand to it - coincidentally your familiarity with these things gives you ample sense of how to approach them - and it weakly prods at your fingers, unusually passive for something which usually is vicious by nature. "Sure." you tell him, scooping the creature up in your hands finding it covered in dust and scraps of the crops it probably picked up running through the fields, "I'll take him back home with me."

you can just tell him it ran away once it was all better or something.

you suppose that's as good a reason as any to end up lugging a beast around as you pass through the woods to go back home, delicacy is an important aspect of your work. still you can't help but notice the way it nestles itself into your body, tucked up in your arms folded into itself. it's small, probably one of the babies. that would explain why it's so peaceful. even while you pick at some of the particularly tangled bits of wheat and accidentally tug at the fur, it doesn't bite.

you'll have to give it a proper bath in a bucket of soapy water when you get home, but the damage is less than you thought. now that it's out of the way of Humans it seems less injured than it did when it was piled in a heap on the outskirts of the village, barely injured at all in fact.

"I bet you were being dramatic to lure Humans in, weren't you, little one? Who taught you to do that?" you stroke a hand through its fur as you speak to it, almost like a common house pet. you don't expect a response, though it trills at you quite pleased with itself.

when you think about it, you're the real sucker. you picked it up anyway and basically did exactly the thing it wanted you to.

"I'm under no obligation to kill you for once, so maybe you can stay for a while. Company wouldn't hurt."

so you let it stay, and someone must've been treating him well as he's oddly affectionate for something that is meant to be fixated on hurting you. his little claws are blunt at the point and neatly trimmed, unable to hurt even though he seems to know how to be gentle with them as he sometimes beats his little paw-like nubs against your legs for attention, always soft enough so that it doesn't hurt but only grabs your focus.

he hovers while you make food for yourself, perhaps expecting a share of the scraps, spoiled little thing. he always topples over himself trying to follow you to grab at your bowl, though it's hard to deny you enjoy having company in a place so far removed from people. even if your 'company' is a fluffy little abyssal creature, it's some kind of company. things are less…quiet, livelier.

you just can't decide if it's like a child or a dog. it's enough like a dog in terms of appearance to be mistaken for one (apparently), but it's mischievous like a child and feels like one when it watches you. it's too small for a child, and children don't generally have fur last time you checked, but children are messy sometimes and make incoherent noises the way it makes a sound something like a 'woo' for any and all communications.

it feels just a tad like the little guy is taking over, claiming your blankets and hobbling around 'hidden' in them like you can't see the blanket draped over his head moving around of its own. he likes burrowing himself in piles of them, and he keeps eating your food much to your annoyance. he likes berries, so maybe you can take him to get the normally very poisonous ones since he shouldn't be affected in the same way you are.

little patters of footsteps causes you to look up as it runs over, a little woo noise it makes little babbling accompanying it as something knocks into your side. he's all tangled up in your basket - the second thing he likes - and almost looks as if he is carrying it. he wants in the basket, but can't get the lid up to squeeze inside, and now he's trapped in the handle tummy flat against the still closed lid.

"Ah, were you trying to hide again?" you lean down and lift the basket, bringing him up with it. his feet flail about as he thrashes to get out, "Ay, ay, settle." you tell him, and he calms to only a desperate wiggle. then you give the basket a harsh shake and he slips, only needing one more to thump to the floor and scramble to get up, claws scratching against the floorboards.

he woos at you again, claws scratching lightly at your leg, little nubs beating you gently like he pats you with a little too much aggression. it's affection…at least you think, admittedly you're not the most well-versed in the way they communicate with Humans.

"You want in the basket, don't you?" you ask, opening the lid to demonstrate, pointing to the inside which holds only a spare cloth to pad the bottom of the basket. "In." you try to emphasise in case he doesn't understand, though he emits another of his happy little trills and hops about his feet.

the second you lower the open basket to his level, he runs up to squirm his way in, disappearing into the comfort of his little hiding place with only the faint purr-like noise that comes from within the basket.

since he's in there, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take him out now?

it's a nice day, sun high in the sky filtered by the trees, easy on the eyes. the wind feels nice, the temperature is just right, today is the kind of day you wish stuck around when jobs appear but it can never just be that easy. always they come in the pouring rain, or the blazing sun, anything to ruin your day, but just maybe you like the idea of having nothing to do on the good days. you can enjoy them more - not that you don't enjoy your work - nothing beats days off. then again, if not for the fuzzy little ball of energy shaking your basket you probably would be bored out of your mind right now, so maybe you really would prefer the clear skies to come on your work days.

if you can recall, a couple of berry bushes are scattered not that far from your little cottage, somewhere to the east just off the path. the little guy seems restless today-- what should you call him actually? he doesn't have a name yet. should you even name him? if you do that, you'll only get attached to him. whatever his name is, he seems restless, rustling your basket every few seconds, though completely silent.

the noise from in that basket stopped… you halt in your tracks, lifting the lid of the basket just enough to see him inside. he's curled up in himself scratching at his head. he's probably just cleaning himself.

"You doing alright in there buddy?" you ask, reaching in to poke at his head to pat him.

before you can even react he leaps from the back of your basket, little patters against the path reaching your ears. you turn around to see him running off down the path; away from you, toward the village. shit! without a thought you drop the basket and run off after him, little time to do much else as your focus shifts solely to either catching him or killing him before he can make it to a Human. he's been nice enough to you, but what happens when he gets too hungry? maybe you shouldn't have yelled when he ate all the apples you were gifted.

it's not surprising his stamina is enough to carry his little legs for several minutes, but it's not as if you're not used to this. you're reminded exactly of everything you both love and hate about this job. on one hand, you feel exhilarated by the chase, the adrenaline that pumps through you. at the same time you're overwhelmed by dread whenever your target decides to make a beeline for civilisation, whether to escape you or find food.

he weaves through trees, both of you well off the path by now. there's a clearing, you can tell. you draw your knife noticing how much he's hindered by the threat of obstacles. now will be the chance. you know you can't hesitate just because he spent a few days cozying up to you in your house, you have to set your personal feelings aside.

then suddenly you step into the clearing after him, the sun feeling brighter than before in your eyes, and the dread worsens tenfold almost immediately.

a man clad in armour stands in the clearing, and by the time you can see him your little creature friend has already jumped at him. the little guy's form morphs and contorts, growing into a much larger beast. it was disguising itself, you realise, not a baby. the body of what is now a large beast with sharpening teeth comes crashing down on the man, toppling him to the ground by pure force and you think it's going to kill him, as soon as it tears through that armour he'll be dead.

you step forward to raise your blade, though too small for the job, you can make it work, lifting your arm over your head when--

"There you are. I looked for days, and couldn't find you."

oh. oh now you get it.

you drop your knife to the ground at your feet with a clatter, and hear a hum come from the suit of armour under the best that excitedly greets him. he owns the bloody thing! god you really want to kill him right about now, but that's not exactly ethical nor is it legal unfortunately, so you're going to have to refrain if only by the threat of consequence. who the hell keeps nether creatures as pets? well, actually for a second there… no, no. you're not even going to throw him the bone and excuse that.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you yell without thinking, only realising your mistake when that beast gnarls its teeth at you, a far different attitude than it had with you before. he can't see that you're concerned, he sees a crazy lady with a knife at her feet yelling at his master.

"Down, Pip." on his command, he retreats back to the man's side, now sitting up. "Did he startle you?"

"What kind of name for that is Pip?" that wasn't exactly what you meant to say, but it certainly was what came out of your mouth as the shock was still wearing off. in reality the name Pip was probably given to the fluffy little one you had picked up, not the much more intimidating beast it became.

"Is there something wrong with that name?" he asks,

"Well no--"

there's a lot wrong with it actually.

"That's not important."

that's a lie.

you feel the silence is awkward, but it is interrupted by Pip morphing again, shrinking this time as he returns to the fluffy little creature you know and tolerate come to beat your leg again. he patters over with an excited little woo like he's come to show you his master, a little child come to lead you off to his best friend as one of his paws flails about in the man’s direction.

this man seems to know Pip, and as much as you don't like these beasts, Pip isn't a danger to anyone. you can really do nothing about either of them. you can't tell what he's thinking, what face he's making as it hides behind the cover of a helmet. you have to base his mood off of his voice, deep as you'd expect, not seemingly phased by your brashness at all. "Was it you who bathed Pip?"

"And fed him." you reply, swatting away the little fur ball though he persists through your defiance, "I was taking him out to get him some berries when he took off."

"He likes those." he says it like a note, telling you to get him more.

"I noticed." your response is a little snarkier than you might like, but too late to change it you resign yourself to holding back your urge to wince and carry on. "He ate all my food, and stole all of my blankets."

he makes a noise like he stifles a chuckle, "He'll do that if he's allowed. Many of Pip's meals aren't so scarce."

"I thought he was spoiled. He wanted my fill too."

"He likes you, for a huntress that is.” he remarks, "If he didn't, he would have eaten you when he was hungry enough."

you know you wouldn't have been taken down too easily, but still the thought of Pip considering eating you while you let him rest in the warmth of your bed nestled against your side makes you swallow hard. maybe let was a generous word considering you tried to dump him out in his pile of blankets several times, only to wander back to your bed now featuring a lump that wasn't there before. either way, the fact he may have at some point been squirming back in to devour you… gorging himself on apples probably solved that hunger problem. maybe you should've thanked him for eating them.

only then does it occur to you that he had already deduced exactly what you were doing chasing Pip about with a knife - for a huntress, he added. between the knife and the knowledge you had necessary to deal with the fur ball you assumed that was obvious now that you think back to it, but for a moment it had you wondering.

you allow Pip to lead you, hobbling his way back over to direct his little woos at the man clad in armour, like he was telling him some bizarre thing you can’t understand. it is kind of cute, admittedly. if nothing else he is quite dedicated to making you get along, and with this strange man not moving a muscle to stand, you assume that means you’re the one supposed to be sitting down. it feels impolite with your cabin not far from here, you could easily walk the two of them back to offer them something to eat, but it seems Pip would like you to sit here.

too bad for Pip, you don’t really want to sit here.

“Why don’t we go and get Pip some berries and talk instead? Thanks to him my basket is somewhere out on the path to get those berries. It’s a good basket, I don’t want to lose it”

“I didn’t expect a huntress to still want to feed a nether beast.” finally he collects Pip from beside him and stands. something clicks in your brain seeing how tall he is - of course he can wrangle a beast like Pip. if he really wanted to, he probably could’ve stopped Pip from knocking him over in the first place, but perhaps seeing his big little friend was more important than staying on his feet. “Or to meet the huntress who lives in these woods at all.”

“One of the village kids was crying about your ‘dog’ and besides that he’s domestic.” you brush it off quickly not wanting to go into a long spiel of excuses about why you wouldn’t just choke the little thing out, “Wait wait-- what are you on about? I thought only people who seek bounty hunters really knew about them.”

he walks toward you, Pip under his arm squirming around to little avail, “One of the villagers warned me that my ‘dog’ might’ve been stolen by ‘a crazy lady in red who thinks she slays monsters’ - her words.” he explains.

“Oh cut it out! You haven’t even said your name yet and you’re already going along with what they say.” only lightly you punch him in the sight, though immediately regret it as you shake your hand off remembering you punched a suit of armour.

“Capitano,” he says.

oh. that answers your other question.

he’s a Fatui Harbinger, you should probably not punch him again.

with the two of you already beginning to walk in the direction you came from, you are easily able to set that thought aside in favour of retrieving your good basket which Pip had taken such a liking to that he got stuck in it. it’s still late morning and the sun is still out, a nice day for berry picking, and so berry picking you’ll go, even if you have to do so with guests. that’s fine, you’re not an antisocial crazy lady, and besides you’re starting to like that stupid little nether beast…his owner isn’t all that bad either, maybe the day will be nice with company.

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