#fatui harbinger women x reader

[sweet-honey-fruit]

Honey-baka, indulge my request for Arlecchino to give her female lover cunnilingus! 😠 Only if you want! Not that I care! 😤 If... If you would be so kind as to grant my request? 🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command! I went ahead and added a couple of other harbingers as a bonus. I’m also trying out a new format!

Harbingers Eating You Out

w/ Arlecchino, Childe, Dottore x afab!reader

Warnings: absolute pussy devouring, dirty talk, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, bondage, begging, semi-public

!Everything is consensual! MINORS DNI!

Arlecchino —

The way her tongue laid flat against your core sent you to the archons above. Her hand pressed down on your stomach to hold you down, to make you feel every ounce of pleasure she was willingly giving you. Your hips rolled in a futile attempt to get her impossibly closer. You groaned when her hand pressed down harsher, forcing you to stay still.

“Now now, only those who behave get rewarded,” Her tongue flicks over your clit, “You know that, don’t you?”

She sounds condescending, words bittersweet but her tongue feels like honey. You can only nod against the bed as the sensations build up. It was messy, so messy as she went back to flicking her tongue over your clit. Your legs quivered under the feeling. Your juices flowed down her throat like a sweet drink, and she wasn’t stopping till she took every single drop.

“Arlecchino- ah-!” You moaned out her name like a prayer, your hand instinctively gripping her hair and pulling. She moaned against you in response, picking up the pace. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you and her diligent fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned. Your hips bucked against hers shearing hot pleasure blanketed your body. Your cum coats her face and she’s eager to lick it up. She only lets out a beautiful groan with her lips wrapped around you. Her hand on your stomach moves to your thigh, rubbing gentle circles around it. Desperately you grind your hips down onto her tongue as she lets you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle moans of her name and heavy breathing. Your body convulsed and shuddered with pleasure when she finally lifted her head, panting slightly. Finally, she pulls away with an audible pop, and you can hear her laugh at your adorable fucked out face. You reached for her face, wanting to kiss her breathless lips. With a smug grin plastered across her face, she kisses you, letting you get a taste of yourself.

“There you go darling,” She whispers against your lips. Her hand slips between your legs, inserting a finger into your overtly sensitive hole that makes you jolt and moan, “Let us see how long you can last.”

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Childe —

He’s relentless with the way his mouth selfishly devours your aching pussy. It was chaotic and rough and it made you see stars. Your hands grip his desk as a way to ground yourself, even just slightly. The elegant wood was painful for your naked body but you couldn’t care when Childe was pleasing you oh so well. His tongue was so talented and hot and so good—you were losing yourself in the bliss of feeling so devoted. You could feel the heat of his breath on your soaked cunt and he sucked harder at your clit which made your moans more intense than before. Childe wasn’t stopping though. No, he wasn’t going to stop till he had you shaking and begging, nothing but an incoherent mess.

Your hand gripped tighter at the desk and you felt like you were floating, the desk failing at its job to ground you. Your back arched into him and you moaned louder while he spread open your pussy and licked up your juices. He was so fucking good at everything, at making you feel like a puddle for him and him alone. You wanted to scream out your pleasure into the air but you couldn’t, not when his office is in one of the busiest parts of the palace.

“Go on, be loud,” His words are muffled, not bothering to stop gliding his hot tongue over your hole, “No one is going to dare stop us.”

You let out another soft moan and you feel a warm wetness pooling from the slit and sliding down onto the dark wood under you. Your legs shook and your knees buckled beneath you as his fingers teased the inside of your walls, pushing and pressing until you were close enough to orgasm.

“I can’t- I can’t- that’s embarrassing,” Your words are cut short by his fingers thrusting in harder and right up against the spongy part within your velvety walls, his mouth shucking on your clit gently.

“I said..” His other hand grips your hip, pulling you down more onto his fingers and tongue, “Be. Loud.” His voice had a slight growl to it, and his eyes held no room for argument. You let yourself go unrestrained, practically screaming out his name in a pornographic way that was sure to have echoed down the hallway. You let yourself come completely undone, cumming hard around his skillful tongue. He cleaned it up loudly, slurping overshadowing your quiet moans and pleas for him to stop. It fell on deaf ears though as he still has yet to halt his fingers spreading you open, tongue filling in the space that wasn’t occupied by his digits.

“We’re not stopping till you learn to listen to me, my beloved slut.”

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Dottore —

Each movement is done in a way that is precise, experimental. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his hand; it’s done in a way to see how you react. Your hands are tied behind your back in a pretty royal blue. He wanted his experiment to be successful after all, he can’t have you interfere.

You squirmed, your eyes rolling back when his hot tongue glided over a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that is brought out of your parted lips made his ruby eyes drift up to look at you. He didn’t stop, continuing to abuse that spot and eliciting more mesmerizing moans from you. His eyes are dark and piercing, they make your knees weak and make you even wetter.

“Mmnnghh,” You whimper, trying to pull at the ropes in an attempt to feel him. His mouth pulls away from your body to lick at his lips. “You taste divine,” His voice was low, husky and smooth. It made the haze in your head heavier, mumbling nonsense. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Would you like me to continue? To keep you here and make you my personal test subject,” You nodded vigorously, and he laughed. A throaty, deep chuckle that sent vibrations through your spine and set your heart racing.

“Of course you do, look at you, a mindless slut. How beautiful,” His teeth scrape at your inner thigh as he spoke, sending waves of goosebumps down your entire body. The sensation sent shivers of excitement coursing through your veins. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? Should I do this,” His finger thrusts inside your needy hole. “Or this,” His fingers curl into you and press deeper. You gasp, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you feel a burst of tingly pleasure shoot up your body. He’s so good to you. So good at making you feel like you belong to him. At making you want to be nothing more than his plaything to use.

“Such a good test subject, behaving for me.” His lips wrap around your clit, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive bud. He licks it slowly, savoring it, before thrusting his fingers up. He has every inch of you mapped out, knowing exactly where to touch to fall apart. To make you let out a strangled moan with his name being mumbled out. He works you open up for him. His mouth sucks at your nub, and your legs tremble underneath him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, the burning from the rope only adding to the added pleasure. You were desperate for more, wanting to grab his hair and fuck your dripping pussy into his face. Yet, you knew better than to step out of line.

You felt your orgasm creep up the back of your legs and up your body. Your breathing got heavier, moans got louder. There was a tremble to your legs that gave away all signs that you were so, so close. With a malicious grin and one last thrust into your hole, he pulls away. The blaring hot feeling dissipates in a disappointing cold.

“No, no no, please! Please Dottore I need it, I need it so bad!” You squirmed, hips grinding up to try and get any sensations they could, your pussy aching and begging for more stimulation. Instead, he laughed cruelly, placing a kiss just above your clit.

“Mmm…no, you don’t need it. You want it,” He leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline till he’s against the shell of your ear. His breathing is deep and ragged, his hips grinding against yours. His erection presses against your core, teasing you further. “There’s a distinct difference. The only way you’ll be able to cum is if I deem you worthy of such a gift. Now be a good little experiment and keep still while I fuck you.”

[kurogane2512]

The absolute feral things I’d do to be in between the four Fatui harbinger women I swear-

The most intense fivesome holy shit 🥵 Oh and it'll be a sixsome once we get Tsaritsa god I hope she'll have adult model 😩

18+ CONTENT

La Signora + Colombina + Sandrone + Arlecchino x fem!reader (I'd love to put Crucabena too ngl but hmm next time)

Smut with plot, fivesome with the Harbinger ladies 🥵 (I do apologize if some characterizations and dynamics are....different from what you'd expect or are used to seeing, I don't necessarily hc them the way majority of the fandom does. Also apologies for Signora bias it just happens naturally 😖).

This definitely turned out longer than planned but I thought to do it properly at once, might be messy idk first time writing a fivesome everything is so confusing but I did my best 😭

"Oh my, aren't you being quite rough with her, Marionette?~" a cheerful melodic voice resounded in your ear, the voice belonging to none other than the 3rd Fatui Harbinger, Colombina.

"May I remind you that you are the one who suggested doing this, Damselette?" the 7th Fatui Harbinger, Sandrone, retorted.

You were currently in one of the private rooms in the Zapolyarny Palace. You had been called by Sandrone stating requirement for some work, little did you know she simply wanted to use you for some stress relief. What you predicted even less was the involvement of Colombina, who invited herself in after finding out your whereabouts from the Fatui soldiers here and there. Her reason being that she was bored and was looking for you for some entertainment.

"Hehe, now now don't mind the details. She looks adorable this way, doesn't she?~" Colombina spoke in a cheerful voice sending shivers down your spine. How exactly were you looking? Ah that's right, you were blindfolded with your hands tied to the bedposts while both the Harbingers were seated on either side and watched you squirm.

"M-My ladies, please, we must not—"

"Oh, hush. I'm in a good mood right now so you might be in for a treat~" Colombina said.

"Hmph, if you are worried about your superior finding out then you should have resisted earlier when I called you, doll~" Sandrone added, her thumb tracing your lips.

Colombina gave a sound of agreement with Sandrone. You then felt another pair of fingers tracing your chin down to your neck, likely Colombina's considering their softness.

"Hmm, let us have some fun now, little lamb~"

You weren't new in the Fatui anymore, you had been here for 10 years now. But perhaps in the eyes of these immortal Harbingers, you were just a flicker of human life. And literally speaking, you were taller than Colombina but of course, nothing compared to her in terms of power and status. You felt a pair of hands roam down your chest and fondle your breasts through your clothes, one hand roaming even further down your abdomen.

You pursed your lips and breathed out intensely, your arms aching from being tied in the air but the 2 Harbingers didn't seem keen on releasing you anytime soon. You heard ruffling of clothes and assumed they had taken off their dresses; oh, how you wished to see them right now. Another pair of hands now unbuttoned your coat and draped it away to expose your body but didn't remove it completely.

"Ahem, what have I walked into here?~" a familiar voice spoke from afar, coming from the direction of the door.

"Knave, who gave you permission to enter?" Sandrone asked in a heavy tone.

"I knocked many times but nobody answered, Marionette. I meant to simply check if something was amiss and the door wasn't locked." The 4th Fatui Harbinger, Arlecchino, answered while standing in the doorway and looking at the scene in front with amusement.

"Oh, oops~ That would be me, I left it unlocked in case more parties were interested to join~" Colombina said in her cheery voice again.

You became even more nervous realizing another Harbinger was here and looking at your state of depravity. If your actual superior found out about this then you would be in trouble....

Arlecchino remained silent for a while and observed the scene before speaking, "Don't you both know Signora doesn't take well to her subordinates being used without her permission? Especially when it comes to her...."

The Knave was correct. You belonged to the 8th Harbinger, La Signora's unit and were one of her favorites, everyone knew that with the way she treated you. It was also true that she didn't like other Harbingers taking her subordinates without permission, especially when it came to uses like this.

"Hehe~ What? Are you going to tell on us like some obedient child, Knave?~" Colombina teased.

"Not that we care if you do, just to inform you~" Sandrone added.

Arlecchino gave no response and instead kicked the door close while walking inside. You heard her heels clink as she walked closer and became more anxious with each approaching step, you knew what was going to happen. Arlecchino removed her coat and pants then you felt the bed sink as she climbed on and crawled towards you. You could very well feel 3 dominating presences around you, all of them ready to devour you in their own ways.

"You prepared her like some lavish treat. I think it's time to unwrap~" Arlecchino remarked before removing the blindfold from your eyes. Bright light was cast on your vision causing you to squint your eyes for a moment before you opened them to see the 3 Harbingers around you, all of them sitting in just their bra and underwear.

"Are you scared, kitten?~" Arlecchino asked with a grin while grasping your jaw. You gulped then shook your head sideways, "N-No ma'am...."

Arlecchino's eyes flared, "Good. The Fair Lady indeed trains her subordinates well~"

Arlecchino then crawled to sit behind you. She undid your arms from the bedposts and made you sit on her lap, her breasts pressing against your back while her arms wrapped around your torso. Colombina and Sandrone spread your legs apart to sit in between and started roaming their hands all over you, caressing you like some prized possession. Arlecchino's fingers grazed your nipples through your bra while Colombina and Sandrone caressed your crotch, feeling your essence drip through and soak your pants.

"Oh, she's enjoying this. Give us your cute noises, little lamb. Show us how good you feel~" Colombina encouraged you.

You sighed through enclosed lips and threw your head back on Arlecchino's shoulder, giving her the perfect opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. Colombina and Sandrone slid down your shirt from each side and threw it away then dived in to kiss your chest and shoulders, their hands fondling your breasts simultaneously. Arlecchino's hands roamed down to your abdomen, pressing a finger against your clothed clit making you softly gasp.

You felt warm all over as they increased their ministrations gradually, their own body temperatures radiating through. However, the warmth was short lived as the room suddenly became frighteningly cold causing everyone to stop their movements. All of them smirked and looked towards the doorway to find the source of the sudden cold; of course, it was your superior standing at the doorway making the surroundings cold with her delusion.

You shivered feeling her presence and piercing gaze at you. She stood with her eye squinted and looked at the scene with clear anger on her face. Oh, you were in serious trouble, weren't you? Signora proceeded to walk in and stopped at the edge of the bed, looking at you and others with her arms folded over her chest and a frown on her face. The 3 Harbingers around you spoke nothing and instead continued their movements from earlier.

"How dare you three....!" Signora shouted, making you tremble from her high pitch and heavy voice. Colombina was first to chuckle and traced your cheek with her finger before planting a kiss on it, "You are late, Signora~"

Arlecchino followed and licked a strip up your neck, "She's already ours, Fair Lady~"

Sandrone continued by lightly biting your collarbone, "You can pick her up later. Unless you wish to join~"

Signora was seething at this point. She couldn't believe the audacity of her colleagues, but more than that she couldn't believe that you agreed to this. She knew it was futile to argue with them so she instead focused her gaze on you. You were speechless looking at her, you didn't know what to speak. You could tell she was angry but at the same time, she looked almost hurt as if you betrayed her.

"Explain yourself, Y/n!" she demanded.

"M-My lady, I'm sorry! I-I...."

You trailed off and struggled to give any explanation. What could you really say? You indeed consented to this even if you were initially caught off guard. This wasn't the first time the other Harbingers did these things with you, and Signora also knew that but she never had such a radical reaction like now.

"Do you want this, Y/n?" Signora asked further after sensing your silence, but what could you say other than silence?

"Tsk tsk, this is unfair, Signora~" Colombina broke the silence and replied in your stead.

"Mhm, you are putting her on the spot." Sandrone added.

"Indeed. What are you really expecting her to say?" Arlecchino also added.

Signora gritted her teeth at the unbelievable situation. She also wasn't sure what she wanted you to say; perhaps she wanted you to stop and go with her, only her. The three of them released you for a moment, letting you breathe and crawl off Arlecchino's lap to go near Signora. Signora furrowed her brows then turned around with a scoff and proceeded to walk away, not saying a word to anyone. You looked at her wide-eyed and quickly got up to catch up to her and stop her.

"M-My lady, please stop! Please listen to me!"

You grabbed her wrist and finally stopped her for a moment, begging her to listen. Signora turned to face you but she really didn't want to listen to anything.

"I...I'm sorry for doing this without your permission. But please, don't leave like this...."

Signora silently listened and you continued, "I promise this won't happen again but for now, could you please.... stay?"

Signora looked at you wide-eyed hearing your surprising request. The other 3 Harbingers were also caught by surprise but were more pleasantly amused. Signora thought for a while then let out a sigh and suddenly kept her hand on your chest and began pushing you backwards while she walked forward with you. You hit the bedside and she pushed you down to sit on the edge while she began removing her clothes.

"We do this one time. Is that clear?" Signora finally spoke and eyed each of the Harbingers around you.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched her remove her cape and slide down her dress to reveal her tempting figure, leaving just her bra and underwear on like the rest.

"Sure sure whatever. Now come here, litte lamb~"

Colombina feigned agreement to Signora's condition, the other 2 also giving a simple hum showing they didn't take it seriously. You were so caught up gazing at the Fair Lady's body that you froze in place and didn't move at all. Signora chuckled at your state and cupped your face, lightly caressing it before tracing your jaw with her cold fingers. You flinched slightly and realized the situation, Signora was ready to climb up on you but you quickly shifted back to your previous position and gave her space to come closer as well.

"Hm, disobeying my order, little lamb?~" Colombina pulled your face to her side, making you look at her.

"N-No ma'am! I'm sorry I didn't mean to—!"

"I'll forgive you if you make up for it~"

You vigorously nodded and waited for her, or any of them, to do something. All of them shifted closer to you and caged you within, leaving absolutely no space to escape. The next thing you knew, your body was being groped and felt all over by their hands. Signora caressed your neck and slid down to your belly, Colombina and Sandrone fondled each of your breasts while Arlecchino was caressing your nape and shoulders.

They then leaned in at the same time and began kissing you all over. Signora was busy marking your neck with her red lipstick, leaving visible imprints all over your chest. Colombina and Sandrone kissed your arms and licked your ears, Arlecchino was occupied with kissing your nape and back. You shuddered feeling each of their lips on you at the same time, numerous sensations running through your body making you lose your mind.

Signora licked up a long strip from your neck to your chin then connected your lips with hers in a passionate kiss. Your mind went blank feeling her soft lips on your own, the kiss being deep as she rolled her tongue with yours and explored your mouth. You gasped as she pulled away but had no time to breathe as your face was pulled to the right side and another set of lips kissed you.

"How unfair, Signora! I wanted to kiss her first!~" Colombina protested before deeply kissing you, her tongue swiping against your lips and exploring your mouth in a hurried manner.

Signora smirked, "You had her before me, you had all the time to make your move~"

"Hmph, you get to be with her most of the time. You must have had your fill already." Sandrone commented and pulled your face away from Colombina's grip then kissed you as well. Her kiss was slower but equally passionate as them, her tongue rolling with yours too.

"Now now, let's not overwhelm the poor girl~" Arlecchino's voice brushed past your ear as your face was turned to the extreme and she leaned forward to kiss you, biting your lower lip before rolling her tongue with yours. Your mind was numb by the time each of them kissed you, and you had no idea how you were going to handle the rest of the night.

"You all didn't even undress her properly. Am I supposed to do everything here?~" Signora remarked while looking at you still wearing your bra and underwear. Arlecchino was quick to act and unhooked your bra followed by Colombina and Sandrone sliding off each of the straps and putting it away. Signora's gaze roamed down to your underwear and your body acted on its own as you spread your legs and raised up slightly enabling her to take off your underwear.

"Good girl~" Signora praised with a smirk.

Soon after, you were lying flat on your back while Signora and Colombina fingered your folds and Arlecchino and Sandrone played with your breasts. You felt 2, even 3 fingers circling your clit and pinching it before parting your folds. Colombina was more impatient as she inserted a finger inside you immediately and started thrusting in and out, giggling along while looking at you moan and squirm.

Signora rolled her eyes at Colombina's behavior but wasn't going to be beaten by her. She inserted 2 fingers in one go as you were so wet already. Your body arched unexpectedly as a loud gasp was pushed from you, their fingers grinding and rolling inside to pleasure your sweet spots. Both of them also used their hands to continue rubbing your clit, making you wetter and grasp their fingers.

"Oh, she's so cute. I never have so much fun with anyone else~" Colombina cooed.

Meanwhile, Arlecchino and Sandrone were pinching and caressing your breasts. Their dainty fingers squeezed and pressed your nipples, eliciting even more moans from you. Arlecchino leaned down to wrap her lips around your nipple, her teeth grazed your bud before she suddenly started sucking. You gasped in pleasure and writhed more, making Sandrone annoyed as you weren't staying still as she wanted. Sandrone also resorted to sucking your nipples now and you had no way of moving around, essentially being weighed down by both of them.

"Aaaahn.... p-please.... I'm c-close—!~" you cried out, begging them for your release.

"No, you have to hold on, little lamb~" Colombina said.

"Mhm, you can do better than this, my tiger~" Signora added.

You bit your lower lip and desperately tried to hold on as they wanted but it was extremely difficult with all the pleasure you were receiving.

"It's our turn now." Arlecchino demanded after letting releasing your nipple with a pop, still circling the bud with her fingers.

"I don't know why I'm even bothering to wait this way." Sandrone commented.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry both of you. We are going to make her cum first so just shut it and watch." Signora scolded without even looking at them, she was entirely focused on you.

Arlecchino and Sandrone took offense to her words but nevertheless waited for your sake. Signora curled her fingers and hit a particular spot inside you which made your eyes widen and body roll away, feeling overwhelmed instantly.

"There it is. I know your body best, don't I?~" she proudly said and continued hitting that spot. Colombina followed suit and touched the same spots as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your legs trying to close in and clenching their hands but both of them easily spread your legs wide again.

"Looks like it is time now. Cum for us, little lamb~" Colombina praised and you felt the knot in your stomach release as you finally came, drenching their fingers with your slick.

Both of them took out their fingers after a while, giving you a brief moment of relief as you breathed in and out. The break was short lived as you were suddenly flipped over to lay on your back then rotated around to face Signora and Colombina while Arlecchino and Sandrone had your crotch in sight. You whimpered from the rough handling, the 4 of them coordinated the movement with ease as if handling a mere toy.

Your legs were spread wide and you were pulled closer by Arlecchino and Sandrone as they occupied spaces between your legs and rubbed their fingers over your dripping folds. You looked back at them and blushed with the way they gazed at you, their lips curled up in a devious smirk and eyes flaring with desire. You tried to sit up slightly but found it difficult; as if sensing your difficulty, Signora pulled you closer and made you lay on her body.

Your face flushed against her breasts and her arms wrapped around to hold you comfortably. Colombina caressed your head and nape in this position and soon after Arlecchino and Sandrone started fingering you. You gasped and held onto Signora tighter, your moans muffled while Arlecchino and Sandrone's fingers wrapped inside your tight mushy walls. Their movements were more erratic and unkempt compared to Signora and Colombina, it was almost as if they were competing who'll make you cum.

"Nghhh~ M-My ladies.... s-slower, please— aaahn!~"

"Hm? Did you say harder?~" Arlecchino teased.

"I believe she said faster~" Sandrone added.

Your body trembled as they increased their pace opposed to your protests. Both of them had 2 fingers each inserted and scissored them roughly, grinding and thrusting everywhere all at once drawing out your juices. You were eventually standing on your knees and leaned into Signora, moaning into her ear while she held you and the 2 Harbingers behind continued fingering you.

"C-Cumming, please.... mmh— ngh!~"

Signora smirked and eyed Arlecchino and Sandrone who gave a nod of approval then hilted their fingers deeply, thrusting against your deepest spots. You jolted forward with a mewl, pressing into Signora even more as you neared your release. Arlecchino and Sandrone leaned on your back at the same time, their arms wrapping around you making you straighten your back. Their lips neared your ears, warm breath brushing past the edge as they whispered together, "Cum now, kitten/doll~"

You whimpered breathlessly and came, an intense orgasm washing over you making you go limp. They took out their fingers and played with your essence coating their tips while gazing at you with a smirk. You panted out hard while recovering from the mind-numbing sensation, but you were well aware the 4 of them were far from done with you. The fact that you could stay awake even now was commendable to them, and certainly fueled them to do more.

They looked at your quivering body and waited for some time before flipping you over again, making you lay flat on your back. Your legs were parted and you felt Signora straddle you in a scissor formation, keeping one leg over the other. You realized she had removed her underwear as you felt her folds rub on your thigh, you then looked around and saw all of them had discarded their underwear sometime while you were recovering.

Signora wetted her fingers and rubbed her core with them while Colombina was quick to straddle your face and place her core on your lips while facing you, looking down at you with a playful smile.

"Seems to me you both are far more impatient than us." Sandrone husked then grabbed your left hand and placed it under her core, aligning your fingers up.

Arlecchino moved to the other side and did the same with your right hand, "Indeed, I'll have to forcefully take her if this keeps up~"

Signora scoffed, "I don't care where you all take her. In the end, she will always come back to me~"

"Mmmh, I'll just go ahead and start while you three bicker away~" Colombina announced then started moving back n forth on your lips, you lapped up her folds with your tongue while her fingers gripped your hair and used it as leverage to grind herself on you.

Signora was next to act as she slowly joined her core with yours, your wet folds gliding over each other's and eliciting muffled moans from you that went straight to Colombina and made her shiver in ecstasy. Signora sighed in pleasure as your clit bumped with hers, her body shifting closer as she held your leg up on her shoulder and grinded with you.

The next course of action was obvious to you so you took the initiation and inserted each of your fingers inside Arlecchino and Sandrone respectively. Both of them were caught by surprise but maintained their composure and stabilized themselves before grinding back n forth as well, making your fingers hit the right spots inside them.

It was a highly erotic situation for you, all of your senses were occupied by them in some way and you were desperately trying to do your best to please them. Good thing your Fatui training came in handy, it would be impossible to keep up in a situation like this if you were just some normal citizen. Even then, this was more difficult than your field operations since you had to please 4 of your superiors at the same time, all of them having high expectations of you.

"Aaahn.... yes, right there.... little lamb.... oh, you are good at this~" Colombina moaned.

"Mhm... i-indeed, not bad.... she's improved— hngh!~" Sandrone added.

"R-Really? Mm.... s-she can improve more but perhaps.... this is better than b-before.... mmph~" Arlecchino followed reluctantly.

"Hehe.... don't underestimate her t-training.... ha— aahn~" Signora continued.

Colombina gripped your hair tighter and was riding your face with all her heart now, clearly becoming desperate to cum now. Her petite frame was easier to handle but she was also relentless, grinding back n forth on your face as if it was just a pillow. Sandrone was rubbing her clit now while you fingered her, curling your fingers inside her and hitting her sensitive spots.

Arlecchino was bouncing on your fingers now, trying to take them as deep as possible. Signora was being deliberately slow, she wanted to let the others finish first so she could have you all to herself for this moment. She thrusted into your core with long arcs, making you feel every sensation of her folds rubbing with yours. You were in cloud 9 by now, absolutely surrendered to all of them.

"Yes.... yes.... I'm there, little lamb.... just here.... yes— aaahn!~" Colombina moaned loudly as she released first, her juices dripping on your mouth and you tried drinking every drop. She panted on top of you for a moment then stood up and rolled on the bed, laying down in ecstasy.

Both Arlecchino and Sandrone were holding back their moans, simply giving little gruff sounds as they thrusted and bounced on your fingers before releasing one after the other then got off and laid on the bed as well, fanning their faces while resting. Signora took the opportunity she was waiting for. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, a startled gasp coming from you while she wrapped your thighs around herself.

Signora then leaned forward on you and covered your entire body, enabling you to see and feel nothing but her. Her hips rolled into you faster now, your core bumping and sliding off each other as slick mixed together. You gazed up at her with a pleasured look, eyes hooded and lips parted. She leaned down even further and almost embraced you now, her breasts pressing into yours and palms intertwining together.

You moaned as your legs were pushed back by her, your knees folding close to your chest and she kept grinding and rocking her body, fucking you as if she owned you which, in a sense, she did. You felt her face near your ear as her lips brushed the edge and her soft moans resounded closely, making you even more aroused from just her voice. But what she said next made you instantly release.

"Cum with me, my love~"

As if like a broken dam, you released abruptly and squirted all over. Signora grinned at your state and released immediately after, colliding her core with yours and keeping it connected as you gushed over her. Your body heaved intensely, you were seeing stars at this point and your mind practically stopped functioning. Signora rocked a few times to finish her orgasm then removed herself from you before sitting on the left side and recovering.

"Ah, this was good. But I want more!~" Colombina keened with a pout.

"Did you forget we have work to do, Damselette?" Sandrone scolded.

"Ugh, who cares about the boring work? Don't worry, I'm sure Her Majesty will understand~" Colombina retored.

Arlecchino sighed, "If we are continuing, then I demand to change some things."

Signora chuckled in response then suddenly stood up and wore her clothes again then picked you up in her arms bridal style and wrapped her cape over you.

"I said we do it once. I will be taking what's mine now, Y/n needs some rest then I will have a nice long talk with her~"

Signora proceeded to walk out, ignoring the protests of her colleagues- Colombina, particularly since Arlecchino and Sandrone accepted this and began to leave as well. Signora gazed at your curled up figure snuggled into her and smiled to herself, thinking how much importance you held in her heart.

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[dottores]

HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, dottore.

notes: wooooooo this is the start of the heavy plot and finallyyyyy getting into their relationship 😎 it’s gonna be spiral from here on out.

GENESIS

“Don’t you have better things to do than bother me.” You frowned deeply, eyes squinted as you stared at the figure who had cornered you at the women's washroom. “You go from wanting nothing to do with me, to not even letting me freshen up in peace.”

“Alas, you’ve become my job because of your reckless actions,” Dottore said, unperturbed. “I assure you, I enjoy this no more than you do.” 

“Somehow, I doubt that,” you replied dryly. 

The empty smile that painted Dottore’s lips was now edged with a line of cruelty—he was absolutely enjoying this.

“You should be grateful,” he began, and you had a sudden feeling that you weren’t going to like what he was about to say next, “the attention you so desperately craved is finally being given to you.” 

You stared at him, a turmoil of emotions eating at your insides, the most prominent of which being outrage but you forced your face to remain cold, as if you were simply dealing with one of the nasty noble kids who liked to poke fun at your lack of a soulmate.

“You will find that the attention I ‘so desperately craved’ was received elsewhere,” you responded, watching the corner of his lips tighten at your words. Digging the knife in deeper even though you probably should have left it, you continued with: “I have as much desire for your attention as I do for a bug’s.”

“Elsewhere as in that lowly aristocrat you attended our event with?” he asked, faux-curiosity dripping from his tone but you knew better. His smile promised bloodshed and violence and you were not going to throw Artem to the wolves. 

“Not quite,” you said. “He still lives back in Fontaine, Artem was just a means to an end.”

Sorry, Wrio.

“Is Artem aware of that?” Dottore asked coolly—he didn’t believe you, that was unfortunate. 

You’d somehow have to warn Artem to keep an eye out but you weren’t sure if you would get the chance. Moreso, you didn’t even know if it would matter. You had a feeling that even if you did warn Artem, it would do him no good. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself from the Second Harbinger. 

“Careful, Doctor,” you chided. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous. It’s an unflattering look on you.”

“Jealousy implicates caring,” Dottore didn’t hesitate to counter, lips flat and unamused, “and I do promise you that the only thing I care about is making sure you don’t get in the way of my research. Or have the past two decades of neglect not made that clear enough for you.”

You stared at him, tongue kissing the back of your teeth as you forced back another snide comment—you thought you might be testing his patience a bit too much. The hint of amusement that had crept onto his lips was long gone, replaced by an unnerving emptiness. You hadn’t noticed how close the two of you were standing, your back flush to the wall and his body mere inches from yours, head tilted down as he spoke to you. 

Suddenly, the thin barrier of air between the two of you felt all the more hot. There was no way for you to slip away back to the event where you thought you might be a hint safer with all of the aristocrats’ eyes bearing witness. Worse, you didn’t even know if you wanted him to move away but you knew that you had to make him for the sake of your mission.

A shot in the dark to try to force him to take a step back, you leaned up on your toes, bringing your face closer to his. You couldn’t see his eyes beneath his mask but you imagined that you could, catching a glimmer of red as you moved in close. Your lips brushed his as you said: “I don’t think I am the one unclear about anything right now… are you?”

He stepped away.

You smiled thinly, raising your chin.

“No,” he said icily, “I am not.”

“Of course not,” you said, swiftly moving away but before you could even reach an arm’s length distance, gloved fingers curled around your wrist.

“Where are you going?” Dottore asked, you hated how he suddenly sounded amused because you knew it meant nothing good for you. 

“Back to the event before my date and his family start worrying about my absence,” you said, trying to ignore how the pads of his fingers trailed across your inner wrist—you didn’t even think he noticed the instinctual motion, much less how it was throwing you off.

“I’m afraid they’ll have to continue worrying about your absence,” Dottore drawled, grip on your wrist strong and unwavering.

“And why is that?” you asked through grit teeth.

You didn’t like where this was going, you felt like a cornered animal. 

“Because you will not be returning to the event, the Tsaritsa has so graciously offered you a stay in Zapolyarny Palace,” Dottore said easily as if he had not just handed you a death sentence and ripped away your dreams of avenging your father all in one. “You should be honored, not many are given such an opportunity.”

You stared at him, expression void of the turbulent emotions rushing through you. You didn’t have to be a genius to know what this meant: they were making you a political prisoner. This was a mistake. You should have seen this coming. You thought that the worst that could happen was that they would kill you, you hadn’t even considered that they could use you against your nation, your family. You despised your stepfather but he would not be the one affected by this: your mother, your half-siblings, your grandfather, Wrio and his father, they would be the ones bearing the burden of the consequences of your actions. 

For all of the anger and sadness and hurt you had felt because of your soulmate, you had never hated him until now.

“Are you kidding?” you asked quietly, with at least enough control over your voice for it to not crack as you spoke. You refused to allow yourself to be humiliated because of him.

“Unfortunately, I am entirely serious,” Dottore said but he didn’t sound as if any of this was unfortunate. You thought he might even be pleased if you could catch a glimpse of his eyes beneath his mask. “Don’t look at me like that, you put yourself in this position by coming here. You must’ve known that this was a possibility.”

You didn’t respond, staring at him—speechless for the first time in a long time. 

“Unless you didn’t.” He clicked his tongue as if disappointed in you. “One of my colleagues will be watching over you during your stay here. I urge you to lose your attitude with him, and with the rest, should you encounter them. You’ll find that they are not quite as patient as I am.”

“What?” you demanded, your body suddenly felt cold and your anxiety skyrocketed as if this couldn’t get any worse. “Why not you?” 

“Careful,” he mocked the same tone you took on him earlier. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re desiring my attention again. It’s an unflattering look on you.”

You scoffed. “It has nothing to do with desiring your attention as it does with fearing for my life. There you go with the self-importance again. Why not you?”

“You being here has opened up a weakness that I cannot afford for the others to learn about lest they take advantage of it,” Dottore said dismissively. “I will be limiting any and all contact with you for both of our sakes’.”

“And he won’t take advantage of it?” you pressed, you could feel the panic creeping in. 

Who was he passing you off to? 

Wasn’t it more of a risk to pass you off to someone else than to just keep you at his side?

“Oh, he will,” Dottore answered. “Just not in the same way the others would.”

Somehow, that wasn’t reassuring at all. 

You felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to cry but you refused to let the tears fall. You had never felt so helpless before. You wanted to go home—you were in over your head, flailing in open water trying to find a buoy before the currents dragged you under and the one person in the world that was supposed to be a lifeline for you was standing on a boat watching you drown. 

“I suppose that’s my cue,” an unfamiliar voice spoke, amused. Your gaze turned down the hall, eyes falling upon a dark-haired man dressed in black, gloved fingers intertwined in front of him as he walked closer to the two of you. “She’s quite the little spitfire, isn’t she?” 

Had he been there the whole time? How had you not noticed? Were you that absorbed in your conversation with Dottore that it blinded you to your surroundings? You were usually good at picking up presences—an asset that came along with your family’s passed down hydro art. 

“She will behave for you,” Dottore talked about you as if you weren’t there, but his voice was low in warning and you knew that was directed toward you. 

The man hummed, as if not entirely pleased with that statement before he focused his attention on you, eyes upturned and an unfriendly smile painted on his face. “The Regrator, Ninth of the Fatui Harbingers. I will be supervising you during your stay here. I do hope you prove yourself to be useful.”

The final statement sounded more like a threat than an off-handed comment.

An anchor attached itself to your ankle, dragging you down. 

Your soulmate watched as you sank in murky waters.

For some reason, Dottore just couldn’t seem to get his head on straight. 

As he made his way down to the small lab he had set up in Zapolyanry Palace, all he could think about was the expression on your face as he handed you off to Pantalone. You looked at him as if he had just physically signed your death sentence—you clearly weren’t stupid, you had to know that Dottore wouldn’t do anything that he thought would put your life at risk, so he wasn’t understanding why you had looked at him like that and he didn’t like it. 

He tried to focus on getting back down to the lab—Theta was down there and Dottore was sure that the segment made a mess of the experiment he had been running  but he couldn’t even muster any irritation, much less anger. He could only manage a vague sense of bewilderment as he made his way down the dark halls of the palace. 

You couldn’t have been that angry that he wasn’t going to be the one looking over you. You didn’t even want anything to do with him anyway, you made that very clear. It was the best course of action for the two of you—the easiest way to make sure that the bond didn’t affect either of you more than it already had. Once he figured out what you meant by ‘the Hydro Archon isn’t the only god blind to threats’, he’d get you whatever evidence you needed and send you on your way back down to Fontaine. 

And then he’d never have to see you again and the two of you could go on with your lives as if this never happened. 

The thought of that left him unsatisfied and again, the bewilderment that was fogging his head grew. Why did that leave him unsatisfied? It was what he wanted. He didn’t want you around dragging him down and distracting him. The Fatui was going into the most critical few years of its existence, he needed to be able to put all of his attention on his research so then why…

“I don’t think I am the one unclear about anything right now… are you?”

Dottore exhaled as your words crossed through his head again, as his lips tingled at the reminder of the feeling of yours brushing his. He knew you had done it to get him to back up, he had known what you were doing as you did it and yet, it had still caught him off guard and he wasn’t used to being caught off guard. 

Was he the one unclear? Dottore didn’t think so—in fact, he thought he was perfectly clear with his expectations and needs, or lack thereof, that is. But the more he thought back to your words, your expression when you left with Pantalone, the feeling of you close to him, the more he hesitated and hesitation simply was not acceptable. 

Getting to the bottom of the steps to the lowest floor of the palace, Dottore’s eyes narrowed beneath his mask as a burning smell hit his nose coming from the direction of the metal door of his lab. 

Theta, Dottore thought, livid. 

All thoughts of you swept away as he stalked the rest of the way down the hall, strides long and purposeful before he threw open the door and slammed it shut behind him. The Theta segment’s head snapped up, eyes wide like a caught deer. In his hands was one of the vials that Dottore had been studying for residue energy of the old gods, the vial burned and blackened at the bottom, creeping up to the top—a putrid scent of rot and fire filling the room. 

“What did you do?” Dottore demanded.

Theta put the vial down, backing up a few steps. “It was burning when I got here,” was all he said in response. “You must’ve left it on.”

“Liar,” Dottore spat out, temper already having thinned from you having worn it down during both conversations he had with you and on top of that, his own confusion about you. He hated feeling as if he didn’t have complete autonomy over himself and your arrival in Snehznaya had absolutely destroyed any sense of control he might’ve had, questioning everything he thought he knew as true. 

Reaching forward, he snatched the vial from Theta’s hands, it burned the pads of his fingers but he didn’t let it bother him, peeking inside to see if there was anything to salvage only to find all of the remains he had gotten his hands on lost.

Dottore shut his eyes, taking a deep breath in as he tried to calm himself down, convincing himself that deactivating Theta would do more harm than help. He didn’t have the materials to make a new segment and he needed all hands on deck for the upcoming project, including hands as disastrous as Theta’s. 

“I specifically told you not to touch anything,” Dottore said tightly, tossing the ruined vial into the waste bin before directing a cold gaze onto Theta. 

Theta didn’t respond, staring at Dottore in a way akin to how a lesser predator would in front of a greater one—trying to decide whether or not it should fight back or flee. After a few moments of tension, Theta ultimately made his decision, raising his chin. “What happened upstairs?” 

Dottore raised his eyebrows beneath his mask. “Excuse me?” he asked, devoid of emotion as his mind raced.

Could they feel that he had met you? 

That would spell more trouble than Dottore was willing to deal with. What awful timing, he thought bitterly. Of course, you show up during the few weeks he had all of the segments returning to the north for briefings before the Fatui finally began to set out on achieving their ultimate goal: obtaining the gnoses and bringing down Celestia. 

Epsilon and the younger segments had already been in the north—they were still at the estate a few miles west of the palace. Delta had dropped off the Iota segment the other day so he could join Rho in tracking down the rogue belligerent in the east but they were making their way back to the estate, albeit slowly. Zeta should’ve arrived at the estate at some point tonight and Lambda would be arriving any day now. 

Dottore suddenly had a headache, trying to figure out what to do. He did not feel comfortable enough to leave you at Zapolyarny Palace alone with Pantalone but if he stayed, the segments would get suspicious and start showing up to snoop around, and if he told one of them that you were here to send them to watch over you, he knew damn well that the rest would know in a matter of hours. He’d either be facing a noose or a sword—either way, his ultimate fate would remain the same: the segments would know. 

“What happened up there?” Theta asked again, more intensely this time. “We could all feel it. It was strange. I don’t know how to describe it. What was it?”

Briefly, Dottore reconsidered deactivation as he stared at the younger version of himself, who was getting more and more impatient as each second without a response passed. He could see the way his fingers were twitching and the way he was shifting on his face, it was only a matter of time before he started getting more aggressive. He thought maybe he should let it get that far, that way he can just kick Theta out of the lab and go back to working—or more importantly, go back to figuring out what he was supposed to do about you. 

“What was it?” Theta demanded and then Dottore watched his eyes widen through the holes of his mask. “Was it h-”

He never got the chance to finish the question. The doors to his lab slammed open and Dottore had never been so grateful before to see Epsilon… until he noticed the panicked expression on his face and the way the Gamma segment was half-hiding behind him, hands shaking and lips pressed together tight. He wouldn’t even look Dottore’s way, gaze directed on the floor between them. 

“You’re supposed to be back at the estate,” Dottore said firmly, a foreboding feeling weighing on his chest as he stared at the Epsilon segment. 

“The Iota segment never came back from exploring the estate grounds,” Epsilon said, voice steady. Behind him, Gamma took in a shaky breath, turning away. “Kappa slipped away while we were trying to find you.”

“You’re much quieter now,” Pantalone noted as he led you deeper into the palace, down dark, twisting and winding halls that you desperately tried to keep track of but it was like a damn maze. You thought you might never be able to navigate them on your own. “You had quite the mouth with the Doctor. I’ve never seen someone speak so scathingly with him and live to tell the tale.”

You didn’t acknowledge his comment, eyes tracing the portraits hung up along the walls—lined with gilded garnishes and decorated with a soft glow emanating from the moon outside. You wondered if it was by chance that the shadows cast over the portraits seemed to highlight some of the paintings' more distinct details or if it was a specific design choice. 

You remembered Pantalone mentioning that this was his wing of the palace and somehow you doubted that anything this man did was by chance, even something as meager as making sure paintings were positioned appropriately for the best aesthetic. You let out a breath, looking back out toward the window—toward freedom. It was dark out now and clouds were rolling in swiftly over the moon, smothering the little natural light, a storm was coming, metaphorically and literally. 

Even if you did get the chance to escape, which you doubted would even arise to begin with, all you would be doing is walking to your death. You’d freeze in the winter storms of Snezhnaya, you doubt you’d even make it to the line of trees half of a mile away from the palace. 

Dully, you wondered if that would be a better fate than this. 

“Oh?” Pantalone continued when you didn’t respond to him. “Is your cruelty reserved only for him? What a shame, I wanted a taste of that sharp tongue of yours.”

You bit back a scoff, staring straight ahead as you continued forward, ignoring the way his violet eyes laid heavily on you, waiting to see how you responded to each of his digs. He was testing you. For what? You didn’t know and you didn’t like that. You were having trouble reading the Regrator and reading people was one of the few things you could actually pride yourself on. 

You spent more than a decade of your life sitting in the back of the courtroom, watching proceedings and watching people because you figured that the better you were able to read people’s emotions and predict their answers and response, the better able you would be to hide your soulmate from those that liked to pry. 

Pantalone was an anomaly. Draped in the finest of Liyuean silks and donning the most expensive gems from the northernmost mines of Snezhnaya, a Harbinger and one of the wealthiest men in Teyvat, you expected that the man was well-respected, especially in his own nation… but you had seen the way that the Snezhnayan aristocrats looked at him. 

Where they looked at the other Harbingers with anxiety and fear, they looked at the Regrator with nothing less than derision, whispering to each other and ridiculing him behind his back. You had meant to ask Artem why that was the case but you had never gotten the chance because someone decided to interrupt the two of you.

So why? Why do they look at a man who had made Snezhnaya prosper with such mockery? The nation had been fumbling before his promotion—a powerful military, yes, but a powerful military meant little politically when they were in constant economic recession. They had gone from being the poorest nation in Teyvat to the second wealthiest, just below Liyue itself; they had gone from having no international political sway to having several nations in the palm of their hand. 

So why?

Your mind raced, finally looking at Pantalone from the corner of your eye. He held his chin high as he walked but there was a stiffness in his shoulders that didn’t match the otherwise lackadaisical confidence. His skin was borderline gaunt—you barely noticed it, it was clearly getting healthier but there was still an underlying haggard look that seemed inherent now, as if he had suffered years of sickness or starvation and no matter how hard he tried to rectify it, the damage had already been done. 

Aristocrats were a very predictable bunch. They found commonality with those that were similar to them and they found joy in deriding those that tried to be similar to them. You had seen it many times in the Fontaine courts, particularly when the nouveau riche families tried to find places with the old-blooded aristocrats. They could sniff who was their own and who was not like wolves sniffing out their prey.

The Regrator was not a born aristocrat. 

“I can see the gears turning,” Pantalone murmured. “Tell me, what conclusion have you come to, little spitfire?”

You looked at him, studying him for a moment before saying: “You weren’t born an aristocrat.”

Pantalone smiled, as if whatever answer he had been looking for was answered. “You lot really can pick out a needle in a haystack.”

You hummed, “It’s not hard when the needle is bright red when the rest are silver.”

Pantalone raised his eyebrows, curious, “It’s that obvious?”

“If you’re looking for it,” you explained. “Aristocrats are always looking for it.”

“I was an orphan,” Pantalone said, leading you further down the halls. You had given up on trying to keep track of the twists and turns. “I lived on the streets for two decades.”

“And yet here you are,” you responded. 

The richest man on the continent, a Harbinger, the reason for an entire nation’s economic boom.

“And yet here I am,” he agreed. “Unfortunately, it’s not enough for some people, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” 

“Yes,” you said dryly, “and I’m sure you’ll make them eat their words eventually.”

Pantalone let out a huff of laughter, drawing to a stop outside of a dark door. You came to a stop next to him, eyes meeting his as he watched you carefully. 

“Naturally,” he acknowledged but now there was a darker edge to his voice, a vein of poison seeping into his tone. “You will be staying here, I will be right across the hall. If you need anything, just knock.”

If you try anything, I’ll be there to stop you, you translated silently, catching the cold look in his eyes even as he smiled thinly at you. You gave him a smile that was just as void of kindness, pushing open the door to step into the room you would be staying in.

Vast and well-decorated, your eyes traced the span of the room from the large bed against the wall to the dressers that you wouldn’t be able to fill because the little clothes you brought to Snezhnaya were back at the inn that you had been staying at. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite of the bed and wide windows that rattled against the winds of the incoming storm. 

“I’ll be sure to send some of my subordinates out to fetch you some more outfits,” Pantalone offered but his offer was not made from generosity. The heartless, underlying meaning of his words struck deep: you are not leaving any time soon. “I believe we’re going to get along very well with each other.”

“You… were supposed to be watching the younger segments, Epsilon,” Dottore said, now sitting at his lab table as he tried to keep himself calm, voice tight and teeth grinding. 

Every time he thought things couldn’t get worse, somehow they did. It was almost comical at this point how blatantly the Celestial gods seemed to have it out for him, using his life and misery as some twisted game of entertainment for them to watch.

“I’d like to see you try to handle all three of the younger segments at once,” Epsilon responded, voice somehow calm and snide at the same time. “… I nearly forgot, you couldn’t even handle one young segment, could you?”

Dottore’s gaze snapped toward Epsilon, rising to his feet in an instant. “What did you just say?” he asked lowly—he had dealt with enough insolence the past few years from his segments, and with you here now too, there was only so much left he could handle before he snapped.

Epsilon smiled casually. “My apologies,” he said, faux-remorse dripping from his tone. “I forgot the Beta segment is still a sore subject for you. I wasn’t thinking. Forgive me.”

Except the Epsilon segment did not forget anything and he, more than any other segment, always thought before he spoke. Every word he spoke was carefully chosen and articulated, each one with a meaning of its own that sometimes even Dottore couldn’t follow along with. 

He thought when making the Epsilon segment that he would be the easiest segment to deal with—empathetic and sentimental. But somehow, he became the most manipulative and cruel of all of the older segments, giving kind smiles all the while speaking words that ripped into each individual segments’ insecurities. 

He and the Delta segment in particular tended to be at odds the most. Delta was one of the easiest segments to set off and for some reason, Epsilon rose to Theta’s defense frequently—be it solely for the reason of getting under Delta’s skin or him actually sympathizing with the destructive and volatile segment, Dottore didn’t know or care. What he cared about was the fact that it led to him and Delta clashing nearly every time they were in the same room as each other; Delta getting loud and violent while Epsilon just stood there with amused smiles and quiet, antagonizing comments. 

The next week would be exhausting with the three of them all in the estate together. And now with you—he cut off his thoughts abruptly, only getting more irritated. You just had to make everything more complicated. He had to focus on finding the younger segments before he allowed his mind to inevitably drift back off to you.

“Where was he last seen?” Dottore asked, the pads of his fingers pressing hard into the metal of his lab table as he awaited a response from the segment.

“He was searching the ruins to the east of the estate,” Epsilon said. “He’s been there and back tons of times, I figured he would be okay on his own while I finished up what you asked of me.”

“You figured wrong,” Dottore said immediately, voice curt and icy. “He couldn’t have gotten too far. He gets distracted easily. He has to be somewhere between the palace and the estate. I can track a general location.”

“I’ll come with you,” Epsilon offered. “We’ll cover ground faster together.”

Dottore stared at him for a moment, studying him irritably. He hadn’t forgotten the snide comment the segment had shot his way—he wondered if this was his attempt at an actual apology or if he had some ulterior motives.

He nearly scoffed, knowing the answer instantly: Epsilon always had ulterior motives.

“Theta,” Dottore said coldly, gaze cutting to the side toward the other segment. Theta went stiff at the acknowledgment, waiting for him to continue. “You are to find Kappa. This is your chance to prove you are more useful active than destroyed. Do not fail.”

Theta’s lips pressed together tight, twitching as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. He nodded shortly after a moment and then looked away.

“What about me?” Gamma asked suddenly. “What do you want me to do?”

Dottore stared at him a moment. He would do more harm than help with him and Epsilon out looking for Iota—the last thing he needed was having to worry about another one of the younger segments getting lost while searching for Iota.

“Stay with Theta, help find Kappa,” Dottore finally said. “There are a lot of people in the palace for the promotion of the Eleventh. Many of whom would hurt him or use him as a weakness to try to get to me. Find him before they do.” 

Gamma nodded but swallowed thickly, nervous at the mention of all of the people in the palace for the event. Usually, the attendees all tended to stick to the ballroom during the course of the event but toward the end, some of their bolder enemies meandered down the halls of the palace in hopes of a chance just like the one Kappa wandering off presented. 

He needed to be found before that could happen.

His gaze drifted off to one of the thin, high windows in his lab as Theta and Gamma set off to look for Kappa. A familiar, foreboding feeling settled in his stomach when he noticed a storm rolling in over the mountains in the distance. 

“Are you ready?” Epsilon asked, tightening the drawstrings of his cloak as he prepared to go back out into the cold.

Dottore nodded, reaching for his own hanging up on the hook near the door. “Let’s go.” 

It took about forty minutes of just sitting around the room with nothing to do for you to leave it. He hadn’t locked the door on his way out and he hadn’t told you to not leave the room, so you assumed that you had some semblance of freedom. 

Realistically, a part of you figured that this might be what Pantalone wanted—he wanted you to leave the room and do something suspicious so he could interrogate you, but in your defense, you didn’t have anything malicious or suspicious planned. You just wanted to go up and down the hall to get a sense of where you were.

You hesitated as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, heart beating rapidly inside your chest, an irrational fear of being attacked as soon as you stepped outside of the room sweeping through you. Logically, you knew it wasn’t going to happen. There was no way that Dottore would hand you off to someone that would put you in a position where you could get hurt, or worse—for his own sake, if not yours. 

With that thought in mind, you pushed the door open, breath catching as you peeked your head out to look around. 

No one. 

The hall was dark, only dimly lit by a few candles in the distance. There was not a soul in sight and the only other door besides yours was on the opposite wall of the hall—you assumed that was Pantalone’s room, he had said he would be nearby. You could see a faint light emanating from beneath the door, so as quiet as possible, you slipped out of your room, shutting the door behind you gently. 

Looking up and down the hall, you decided to go to the right first. You wouldn’t be out for long—you just wanted to see what the wing of the palace you were staying in looked like, you didn’t like living somewhere where you didn’t even have a layout of the area. It made you feel helpless and trapped. 

Exhaling deeply, you kept your eyes peeled and your attention focused as you made your way down the hall, trying to ignore the creepy, expensive portraits that lined the walls—you swore that their eyes followed you as you walked by. 

The further you walked, the more anxious you got. It was a cold, creeping feeling that made you feel as if someone was watching you. Each little alcove that was built into the wall suddenly looked as if it was housing enemies, you thought the shadows seemed to be moving. 

Just as you were about to abandon your mission and run back to your room, unable to handle the fight or flight feeling rising to your chest, you caught a flash of red from one of the smaller alcoves. Your head snapped to the side, peering through the darkness to try to figure out what you had just seen—your heart leapt to your throat when a pair of red eyes stared back at you. On instinct, your vision reacted to your shock and anxiety, buzzing against your skin.

But the red eyes widened in surprise, fear, seemingly trying to press back against the wall but unable to move any further inward. It was only then that you realized how the pair of eyes were rather low to the ground—at the height of a child’s. 

“Come out,” you said quietly, kneeling down to the ground to try to make the kid feel more comfortable. 

After a few moments of silence, the figure drew out from the shadows, shoulders tense and hands locked in front of his body. He was young, looked only around five or six at most with tussled, silvery blue hair and trembling lips. He seemed nervous, borderline terrified, his fingers were shaking where he was holding them in front of him. 

It was then that you realized just how similar he looked to Dottore. The hair was styled differently but the same color and you remembered the glimmer of red you had caught beneath his mask when you had leaned in close. You stared at the kid, at a loss for words.

Did he have a child? It didn’t make sense. Dottore didn’t seem like the type of person to have a lover, much less kids. You’d like to think you had a decent idea of him considering you spent over fifteen years feeling his emotions and ten receiving random words from his train of thought. Shouldn’t you have realized at some point that he had someone else? Was that why he was constantly ignoring you? 

A familiar, ugly feeling stirred in your chest. Jealousy. You thought back to the snide comment you had made to him earlier, unsure if you wanted to laugh or cry at the irony of it. 

The thoughts raced through your head, rampant and damning, were you about to be like your stepfather? Intruding on a pre-existing relationship because you happened upon your soulmate. You felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to throw up, but the longer you stayed there without speaking, the more uncomfortable the child looked, refusing to meet your gaze and shifting on his feet anxiously. 

He was lost, that was clear enough from his body language and demeanor so you held your hand out to him. You figured that Dottore would come looking for him eventually, or someone would at least, and you thought he shouldn’t be wandering around the halls when there were still so many people in the palace. You could still hear the music and chatter in the distance.

“Come here,” you said softly, holding your hand out toward him. You watched as he stared at your hand curiously, an odd expression on his face, but he didn’t say anything as he moved closer to you. Your brows shot up when you noticed he was limping, gaze dropping down to the blood staining his pants. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer, which you should have expected, the kid seemed shy and anxious. Instead, as soon as he got close enough to you, you lifted him up to sit him on your hip as you rose to your feet. The child let out a surprised noise, fisting at your top when he realized that his feet were no longer touching the ground. 

“You shouldn’t be walking on that,” you told him. “I’ll bring you back to my room to check your leg. The Doctor will come for you soon enough.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, you couldn’t help the way your heart squeezed as he relaxed into your arms, resting his head on your shoulder. You could feel his eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing your neck as they drooped. Instinctually, you hummed softly, one hand rubbing circles between his shoulders as you made your way back to your room, trying to sort through all of your racing thoughts as he fell asleep against you. 

Was it his son? It had to be unless the kid was some weird scientific experiment… which you supposed was also possible. You sighed heavily, making it half of the way down the hall back to your room when you caught sight of two figures standing at the end of it—you couldn’t make out their faces, it was too dark, but you could see their forms dimly illuminated by the moon glowing high in the sky. 

Instantly, something didn’t sit right in your stomach about it, alarm bells ringing through your head, echoing as one of them stepped closer. 

You stepped back, grip tightening on the boy. He stirred a bit, confused, but you kept your attention focused on the two new arrivals. 

“Hand the boy over.”

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Insatiable Madness (7)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

It seems you'll have to restock some food soon... But is that really your biggest concern?

Reader is Gender Neutral!

You couldn't get the words you wanted to say out of your mouth. How could you be so blind? So naive? It should have been obvious, the way their voices sounded the exact same, the way their characters acted a little too accurate for a fan...

What the fuck could they possibly want with you? You're not the leader of the country, or a famous figure, or.. or...!

"Stop squirming." Capitano ordered you, letting a brief and satisfying hum leave his lips when feeling you move less.

This is really happening. You thought it couldn't possibly get worse after seeing your family massacred in the restaurant. The clear pain and agony on the corpses faces, their screams being silenced by sharp weapons out of this world.

Perhaps if you never felt the need to play that stupid game you'd have been killed along with them, maybe that would have prevented your now never-ending grief.

Let's calm down, rethink things and gather what I already know. There's no use wishing for a different outcome when I can't change what's already been done. You thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

These... Fatui Harbingers are after someone called The Decider. They used that... compass thing Dottore supposedly made to locate them, and as it pointed to me, they think I'm the person they're looking for. They killed everyone in the restaurant for some unknown reason and now they're trying to take me back to their world...

Arlecchino said 'The Tsaritsa has been searching for someone who can control what can't be seen for awhile now'... What could that possibly mean? As far as I'm aware, I have no special abilities or anything like that.

"You know, this is the quietest I've seen you since first finding you hiding in the toilets. It was very amusing..." Scaramouche taunted you, knocking your head.

You pretended to continue being stuck in your thoughts, and ignored him.

"Well, apart from when I beat you senseless." He corrected himself with a laugh. "How are those mortal bones you have? I should have hit you harder, that way you wouldn't be able to move..."

What a monster. I can't believe the harbingers were my favourite characters.

"Your taunting will break them if you continue." Signora rolled her eyes.

"Rosalyne is correct. Heartless puppet..." Arlecchino cursed under her breath.

"And your arrogance will lead to your demise, witch." Scaramouche snarled at Signora, turning his head to give a warning glare to both women.

"Enough." Pierro warned the two, seperating them with a push. He looked at you staring at the drama for a moment, then continued walking next to Dottore.

Capitano then placed you gently on the ground, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders to stop you from moving.

"Do not think this is a regular occurence," He sighed to himself, grumbling like an old man. "We're all a little unsettled in this world, we're usually more calm and collected in the presencse of prisoners."

Oh, no, I know very well from the game that this is a regular occurence.

"Stupid gadget..." Dottore cursed to himself, taking a screwdriver and tinkering with it.

"Dottore, you've been tinkering with that compass like a mad man since we first arrived in this world." Sandrone eyed the doctor suspiciously.

"Assuring it'll function correctly is all I'm doing."

"Deary me doctor, I'm beginning to doubt your intentions." Columbina smiled at him whilst using her body to block his path.

"You're mistaken in your intrusive comment."

"Miss Columbina is correct," Pulcinella frowned at his coworker. "It's becoming suspicious how you're delaying our departure of this world.

"Do you really think I want to stay here without my lab? Without my clones? Without my life's work?"

You could feel the tension rising as each harbinger began to question the doctor. You knew they didn't really get along in game... but it was frightening to actually view it in real life.

I'm starting to feel sorry for the fatui underlings who have to pretend they don't hear anything...

As they continued to argue, you began to notice where exactly they had taken you.

The park? It's practically deserted, nothing like how you saw it earlier in your aunt's car. The bird's which once flew for their children hid in their nests, the squirrels hiding in their little burrows for comfort.... It truly was something new.

"Hey comrade! We're talking to you." Childe tapped your forehead.

"You definitely weren't talking to me. You were talking to him." You pointed at Dottore, who's arms were crossed.

Although, now that you're paying attention, somethings noticeably wrong. The Harbingers all don't look as confident as they once did, they were all looking at you, some had hopeful expressions whilst some glared at you.

"We definitely were." Sandrone scoffed.

Next to Dottore's feet was a crushed compass... wait, did he destroy his gadget?? How the hell were they going to leave Teyvat without it?

Hold on, isn't that a good thing? That means they can't take me to Teyvat... but it also doesn't change me being held hostage...

Also what happened to the police? They left as fast as they came!

"Stop leaving us." A harbinger clicked their fingers in front of your face. "The Director asked you a question."

"..." You stared at him in confusion, due to you not hearing the question and being too scared to ask him to repeat.

He simply sighed, and realised the context of your conflicted response. "Do you happen to have a house near this area?"

what.

"Of course..." You replied quietly. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and it wasn't going somewhere you found favourable.

"Guide us to your home, any tricks will not be tolerated."

Are you kidding me? I'm not taking them to my house!

"Do I have the right to refuse due to privacy?" You asked after pretending to think about it.

"No." All the harbingers replied at the same time.

Great.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

You unlocked the front door of your parent's house with frantic thoughts. Good thing you were gifted an extra set of keys for your 16th birthday a couple years ago...

Fortunately, you hadn't encountered anyone who recognised the harbingers. Unfortunately, however, the police still hadn't found your new location. You thought they would have thought to track your phone by now, but it seems they haven't...

Is there something stopping them? Or maybe, they're trying to think of a plan to save you?

Let's not think about that right now, right now you have unwanted guests in your house.

"I'm setting some rules." You spoke loudly, causing the whispering schoolgirls to hush.

"Who said you could set rules? Have you forgotten you're not in control once more of your situation?"

"That's where your wrong!" You smiled. "This is my house. Which means I am in control here. That's just how it works, sorry!"

"What sort of bullshi--"

"We understand." Pierro nodded. "What rules do you plan to set? As long as they are equal I will not stop you."

"First of all, my bedroom is off limits." You glared. "This is because it's a special place for me, and I don't want it to be ruined by Fatui Harbingers whose manners are that of a barbarian."

Of course, you weren't going to tell them the real reason was because of the embarrassing merchandise and a certain Childe pillow and whale plush on your bed.

"Understandable." Dottore glared at Pantalone, who simply shrugged with a playful smile.

"What? I routinely check your lab for good reasons you know."

"Secondly," You shushed the millionare. "Don't fucking break anything or take apart a piece of technology in this house. Any questions must go to me."

"Who do you take me for?" Sandrone crossed her arms.

"Weren't you the one talking about taking apart the giant machinery in the restaurant earlier?"

She stayed quiet.

"Where's the fun in that Decider? How do you suppose I understand this world if you won't let me investigate?" Dottore whined, picking up the TV remote he found next to him.

"You ask, like a normal person."

"How normal do you think I am?" He argued back pressing buttons on the remote with confusion.

"This can't possibly control a weapon, there's too many buttons..." He muttered to himself.

"That's a remote control for the TV. Well, since you'll probably want the full name: the television." You said, snatching the remote out of Dottore's hands and pressing the power button.

The TV lit up, and showed a woman introducing the news of the previous day.

"Woah! That's so cool!" Childe swooned, walking directly in front of it.

"Don't stand so close!... Oh my god, I sound like my mother." You shuddered at the end.

"What exactly does it do?" Pantalone questioned, slightly smiling whilst taking a seat on the sofa.

"One, I didn't say you could make yourself at home. Two, it displays what you want it to display. It's a type of monitor, meaning it's programmed to be connected to whatever you want it to connect it to."

"I don't follow..."

"Alright," You sighed. "This Television screen displays the programming in this little box." You guided the harbingers.

"This remote control guides the programming to show what you want to see at a point in time. For example, if I didn't want to see this woman talking, I go to the menu where I can see all the channels and choose what I want to see! Or, if you know the specific number for that channel you want to watch, you input it using these buttons."

"Like a performance on a stage!" Columbina giggled, her hands clapping with glee.

"Not exactly, but if that helps you understand I suppose the idea works."

"This is genius." Dottore hummed in delight. "But you're absolutely terrible at explaining. Let me try."

Dottore then scrolled down the list you demonstrated, he squinted his eyes at the words... almost as if he couldn't understand them. He then pressed on a random channel which almost seemed coincidental.

"Oh please don't click on that one, I'm squeamish." You sighed, covering your eyes when watching him click on it anyway.

"Dottore get that disgusting surgery off of the... the... thing!"

"The screen." You reminded Sandrone.

"That's right! The screen!"

Finally done! Updates will begin to slow down once again as school holiday's are almost over and stress begins... No need to fear, I won't stop working on this.

Little unrelated note: I HATE THE DESERT. I wanted to finish it before I move to Fontaine but it's taking me forever 😭😭

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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Getting Isekai'd?! (Part 3)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare

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Guys in sorry I haven't warned yall about how ooc the characters will be in the pervious part 😰🙌 but all jokes aside I FINALLY FINISHED WOOO!!!

Warnings: Swearing, maybe grammatical/spelling issues, you have asthma, mention of you having vitiligo (the mentioning is only once), your bsf totally not having a crush on you.

【Part 2】

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Y/b/f/n looked through the peephole on the door and sweatdropped at both the people and the amount of people waiting outside impatiently. "Wait aren't they the Harbingers from that one game y/n can't stop playing?! I forgot the name though. Oops." Y/b/f/n thought before noticing an unfamiliar woman that seemed to be their leader, judging from the 'ice queen vibe' she was giving. She had long white hair tied into a bun and a pair of icy blue eyes.

Y/b/f/n finally snapped out of their thoughts and opened the door. (Here goes the oocs yall...)

"Yes...? How can I help you all...?" Y/b/f/n asked, sucessfully hiding the dread they were feeling at the sight of these men and women that could most likely 'destroy' both of you. Excluding your dog cus big furbaby is sleeping rn.

"May we come in?" The white-haired lady infront of them asked. However, it was anything but a question but rather, a command. In y/b/f/n's opinion.

Literally scared shitless for their life, your best friend greeted them and letted them in. With the first thing the fellow visitors noticed was the palpable yet pleasant warmth present inside the chambers. However...

They also felt a presence. A divine one to be exact, but they brushed it off. For now.

"Make yourselves at home... Visitors..." Nervously said y/b/f/n as they gestured them to sit down the grey, plush couch in the living room, in which they happily sit down almost immediatly. "Hey, this is actually pretty nice place." Tartaglia said as he lead onto the sofa. "Whats your name, comrade?" Asked Child the ginger head.

"Name's y/b/f/n." They said, making the harbingers and even the Tsaritsa we're shocked, isnt that the name of the first friend that their Divine Creator had made?! What a coincidence! Bbg its not. Its really not. 💀🙌

"Thats... Nevermind." Pantalone stopped himself from messing up infront of what could be one of their beloved Creator's acquaitances how tf do you spell this word 😰

"Whats that flat box over there, if I may ask~?" Columbina tilted her head curiously as she pointed towards the "flat box" that was above the fireplace. Its the tv by the way 😭 .

This is what the living room looks like, pretend the couch is grey and the tv is off pookie :3

"Oh that?" Y/b/f/n pointed at the tv in which the Damselette nodded "Thats called a television, tv for short. *Insert your bsf explaining what a tv is in 2 case studies worth of essays because i dont know what the fuck im doing 💔*"

"So yeah, thats i-" Before y/b/f/n could finish their sentence, they were cutted off by the sound of you calling their name while coughing loudly. Oh how they loved it when you call their name but nows not the time to simp for their crush. "Wait, be right there!" They yelled back at you, before looking back at the 'visitors', as y/b/f/n called them in their head.

"Please, feel free to look around. Just dont... touch anything." Y/b/f/n said before ascending up the stairs.

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As soon as they finally reach upstairs, the first thing they hear is coughing noises.

Oh shit.

"BITCH ARE YOU OK?!" Y/b/f/n asked as they fractically looked for your inhaler, you were having an asthma attack for the third time this day but shhhhh.

"W-wheres... my inhaler...–" You managed to say between coughs before Y/b/f/n responded "Wait here, I think you left it somewhere downstairs."

"O-oka—" You couldnt even finish saying that one single word as your coughing interrupted you. Why is it always the nicest people having to be cursed with something bad?! Your best friend thought as they hurrily went downstairs.

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Childe looked curiously at the items that were just, well, existing on the shelf beside the tv when one of them in particular stood out. It was a photo of y/b/f/n and a familiar yet unfamiliar person. Surprise surprise, it just so happens to be you.

The person had a beautiful shade of h/c hair and s/c with... white patches of skin along their face and neck, hell, there was one small white patch right beside their mouth if he looked very closely. He couldn't see their eye color as they has their eyes closed while smiling more radiantly than the sun. Yeah, looks just like their Creator, but they still have one more thing to comfirm... To say that they looked ethereal is an absolute understatment. You look so pretty pookie ❤

"Thats Y/n, like the one with h/c." Y/b/f/n suddenly said behind him which almost made Childe's skeleton leave his soul, cus how the fuck did he not hear their footsteps?! "Now where..— there it is!" You best friend exclaimed happily and quickly got your inhaler before going back upstairs and leaving a shocked and traumatized Childe downstairs.

"Ey, I got your inh—" You immediatly grabbed it from them and took a few puffs before letting out a few shaky exhales... Here go the side effects. "Its okay bro, its only us. You can sit down." Y/b/f/n assured you and gently made you sit down. (Bro they made you lay down)

You letted out a grunt at the headache you were feeling after using the inhaler. And then lets just say that you fell asleep at some point <3 they were so tempted to kiss your forehead... :(

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OMFG FINALLY GUYS IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER my fever had me on a chokehold

【Part 4】

Published: June 29 2024. 10:05pm.

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Lisichka

Request: Hii ! I hope it's okay to request Tartaglia and (a very shy) childhood!reader reuniting after many years and pining for one another? Reader knows him very well so they're not rlly shy around him...until they developed a crush on him. Which makes them timid and mildly awkward around him, and it really shows more and more. I had a thought of what if Tartaglia also has a crush on them around the same time? I hope this is okay and have a good one! ♡

Summary: Tartaglia returns home after fighting the narwhal. You try to avoid him, unwilling to face your crush after so many years, but he manages to meet with you anyway.

Note: Lisichka means little fox

cw: none

Word Count: 1081

Tartaglia x gn!reader

“Have you heard? Ajax is back.”

You’re walking around the local market when you catch wind of the first rumors. The speaker--one of the old women who spend every market day discussing everything from local drama to the contents of this month's delivery of various newspapers--speaks in a hushed voice.

“That’s only news, Marya. My husband has already been to Lev and Anya’s place. Ajax looked pretty beat up.”

If Marya’s question hadn’t caught your attention, the second speaker would have. 

You lift your groceries and approach Marya and Elizaveta.

“Ajax is back?”

Elizaveta gives you a measuring look. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. You spent so much time with the boy before Lev sent him off to join the Fatui.”

“You mean until they started avoiding him.?”

“Yes, yes. And blushing like---”

“I’ve been helping around my grandparent’s house,” you blurt. “So no, I hadn’t heard.”

Elizaveta chuckles. “In that case, yes, Ajax has come home. You should go visit him. I’m sure you’ll make his day.”

“I’m not sure he’d remember me.”

“Nonsense. I’d put money on the opposite being true.”

You sigh and tighten your scarf around your neck. “I’ll think about it. But I still have shopping to do. Have a good day, Mrs. Marya, Mrs. Elizaveta.”

Several days later, you walk up the path to Ajax’s home, a heavily wrapped pot of soup cradled in your arms.

A boy with a shock of red hair sits on the porch with a toy ruin guard in hand.

“Good day, Teucer. Is your mother around?”

Teucer looks up and grins. “Big Brother! Y/N is here!”

“Teucer,” you groan, “I’m not here to see Ajax. In fact, please give this to your mother. Tell her Katia sends her regards and that we hope Ajax gets well soon.”

You place the soup next to Teucer and hurries back down the path.

This was such a bad idea, you think to yourself. I can’t ever keep a straight face when he’s concerned.

Ajax steps out of the house, smiling into the collar of his thick, woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to you, the young harbinger watched the entire thing.

He picks up the soup and looks down at Teucer. “Did you say thank you?”

“I didn’t have a chance,” Teucer pouts. “Why are they acting so weird?”

Tartaglia laughs. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A few days later, you find yourself sitting on the bank of a lake. 

You keep your eyes trained on the hole you made and the line disappearing into the water.

This is the only place in town where there aren’t curious looks and questions about Ajax’s health. It’s the one place where you don;t have to be reminded that after so many years of being his friend, you’re now too cowardly to meet him face to face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the snow crunch behind you, though the footsteps are soft enough that it could be any small animal.

“Lisichka, Lisichka. Are you done running from me?”

The familiar nickname startles you out of your reverie.

You turn, ever so slowly, to find a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling at you.

“I never ran from you.”

Ajax sits next to you. “Are you sure about that, Lisichka? I recall that before I left to join Fatui, you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I saw you run from my house the other day.”

“I---”

“Got a bite yet?” Ajax changes the topic of conversation, much to your relief.

“No. Not yet. Though I might not, now that your pretty face is here.”

“If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish, you must never catch a thing.”

You open your mind to reply, only for your brain to finally register your words and his reply.

“I--- How are you feeling, Ajax? I heard you were hurt.”

This time you’re the one to change topics, though you’re certain he’s aware that it’s a desperate attempt to keep from addressing the proverbial bear in the room.

Tartaglia holds out a hand and you frown at the clear tremor. “Fontaine was a little rough,” he admits. “I don’t recommend fighting a whale for a couple months.”

“A whale? How do you fight a whale?”

“Not easily. And I lost miserably. I don’t like Fontaine’s Iudex--though I want to fight him again one day---, but I’m not sure I’d have survived if he and the traveler hadn’t intervened.”

“You were never careful with yourself,” you comment. “Even less so after your three day disappearance.”

Ajax huffs. “This wasn’t my fault. There was a lot of weird stuff going on.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. You know you go looking for trouble and when you aren’t it has a habit of finding you.”

“You know me so well, my Lisichka.”

“I thought we were too old for pet names like that, Ajax.”

“Says who? You were my Lisichka when we were kids. Why can’t you be now?” 

You raise your eyes to the sky, where the constellations lay hidden.

“Because if you keep using pet names like that, I’m going to get the impression that you’re not just a childhood friend.”

Ajax reaches over and cups your cheek, turning your face so that your eyes meet his. “If you did I would be awfully happy. I’ve been trying to get your attention for years.”

“You mean…”

“Silly fox, I have liked you for a while now.”

“I bet I’ve liked you longer.”

“You wanna bet?”

Tartaglia tosses your fishing rod to the side and opens his arms to you. “Will you be mine?”

You let him pull you close, brows furrowing when the movement makes him stiffen. You rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling the bandages that deform his sweater.

“Of course, but please, please be more careful.”

“I love you, Lisichka, but I can’t make that promise.”

“I know. It was worth asking.”

As you start to doze in the safety, you can’t help but ask, “Why Lisichka?”

Ajax laughs, smiling into your hair. “Because, a teenage me had no other way to flirt with his best friend and you looked so cute playing in the snow.”

You join him in laughter. “I guess you win.”

“Oh?”

“I started running from you because I realized that I wanted it to be more.”

You yawn, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep, Lisichka. I will be here when you wake.”

[wrens-versus-the-world]

Intertwined with the inhuman (harbingers x reader)

Okay, hear me out

(Cross posted under Dontjudgemepels on wattpad)

Y/n L/n

the human, who has captured the hearts of some of the most powerful beings in this world

further details:

            -a college student on summer break

           -"All I wanted was a summer vacation"

Pierro:

A man who was once a human, cursed with immortality for a sin, he serves as number one of the Fatui harbingers.

the Fatui is a secret organization that serves to help the inhuman, but for a price that many deem to be far too great.

No further details available:

Il Dottore:

A vampire who has lived for several centuries, who also serves as number two of the fatui harbingers.

Dottore also happens to be called The Doctor.

Further details:

           - "You are quite the specimen, would you allow me to take a closer look at you?"

Columbina

 A siren who join the fatui along the same time as Dottore, she was notorious for luring sailors to their eventual demise. even outside of her watery home she is still one of the strongest Harbingers. 

Further details:

           -It is said that her voice has the power to hypnotize hundreds of people, even with a simple tune. 

           - "Say, would you like to hear a tune my dear?"

Capitano:

Capitano is said to have the face of a monster, although no one has seen it so no one really knows, what is known of him though is that he has been alive for several centuries, and has served as a warrior a different time periods. He currently serves as number four of the fatui harbingers. 

further details:

          - although he is said to be a war torn battle hungry warrior he seems to have a soft spot for animals and certain humans.

          -"No one has seen what is under my mask, nor will they, even you. "

Scaramouche: 

Scaramouche a man who has a perfect face he has lived for a few centuries, as is significantly younger than many of the high ranking harbingers (see numbers 1-4). although he is said to have a perfect face if you look to closely you may see the cracks of his past beneath such a beautiful face.

Further details:

                   -he has quite the tongue on him, but he can be quite soft when he wants to be

                   - "You are quite the anomaly human, I can see why the doctor has such an interest in you."

Pantalone:

Pantalone has lived for several centuries, although he has only lived in the human realm for a few centuries, he is a demon who wears the face of a banker. He often enjoys manipulating humans into giving up their soul for unimaginable wealth, along with watching many people going into bankruptcy 'mysteriously.' It is also said that he has worked closely with the Doctor number two of the harbingers. For his ability to get money he has been brought to the fatui and given the number of nine. Don't let such a low number make you think he's weak. 

further details: 

              -He almost never opens his eyes, many people place bets on what color they are

              -"you may as well be the most valuable thing that one can get."

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino, number ten of the fatui harbingers is one who was once a mother, as a human she had found true happiness, or so she thought, her child was taken away from her at such a young age and she was labeled as a witch, the two were burned together at the stake. Arlecchino woke up decades later filled with resentment towards the people who killed her and her child. It's said that the night she rose is the night that many villages who discriminated against women and hurt children fell, burned to the ground. For her history she aligned herself with the Fatui, reaching the number of ten, as a pontianak (these are actually really cool ->> from google:  It is often depicted as a pregnant woman who is unable to give birth to a child or as a vampiric, vengeful female spirit. The Pontianak lures in unsuspecting men to incite fear and enact revenge. Signs that a Pontianak is nearby include the sound of an infant crying, the smell of a decaying corpse, or the plumeria flower

but for the purposes of this story she will be a bit different...).

Further details: 

               - It is said that arlecchino will lure away children from abusive households and raise them as their own, they consider it to be a blessing but many debate about whether these children have stumbled into a blessing or a curse in disguise

              -"You are quite a beautiful human, your soul is pure, perhaps if I were a human we could've been together."

Childe:

Tartaglia better known as childe is a werewolf, the youngest of the harbingers only being a little over a century old. As a child it is said that he fell into a realm of the inhuman which lead him down a path where he eventually met a werewolf who turned him after they trained together. Since he is so young he can have quite the temper, especially when it is close to the full moon. 

Further details:

                -It is said that childe was very close with his family, but when he turned he had to leave them behind. he knew it was for the best, since it would just be torture to see them grow up while he just stayed the same. He still has nightmares about it and visits their graves from time to time, and carries a photo of them with him.

            -"Say it again, say my name. It sounds divine when you say it."

And so the show begins, let us see how it will end.

[sweet-honey-fruit]

i jokingly put Pulcinella

[https-furina]

Hello! Can I req sugar 'n' spice prompt 26 with scaramouche??^^

✎ means of silence.

ft. scaramouche x gn!reader

prompt: "i love you, but you need to shut up."

w.c. 760 words

content: fluff, partner most likely has adhd (or just a very quick, talkative brain teehee), as always harbinger! scara

notes: aaaaa content for my favourite harbinger~

standing before a bunch of fatui lackeys that he's supposed to be commanding and not to mention also tartaglia - scaramouche keeps glaring at him in disgust, why is he even here? - scaramouche is suddenly questioning his choice of bringing you to 'work.' you've got the fatui soldiers entraced with tales from other lands, yapping with the biggest smile on your face. even childe is humoured, a smug look on his face when he sees the absolute deadpan scaramouche is giving everyone in the vicinity.

he figured grown men and women such as these fools wouldn't be so wrapped around your fingers the way they are but when your eyes light up at a particularly interesting part of the story, their eyes also widen in excitement. it's no hidden secret that you're extremely pretty, some may even call you breathtakingly gorgeous but never within earshot of your boyfriend - unless they have a death wish. the fatui find you innocent and amusing compared to the harbinger bosses and they do sometimes wonder how in teyvat scaramouche landed you.

some of them in particular are fascinated by how you can jump topics so effortlessly - and forget the previous one while you're at it. you could be talking to them about the fungi in sumeru but it reminds you of a funny story about your friend nilou, it's only a matter of seconds before you forget completely that you was even talking about fungi in the first place. scaramouche would lie if he didn't find it amusing when he has to remind you about the actual conversation you're supposed to be having, watching you purse your lips before correcting yourself.

scoffing lightly at how his soldiers seem to be leaning ever so slightly closer to you in their trances, scaramouche finds his lanky fingers wrapping around your wrist before he tugs you roughly out of earshot - especially for his sake, considering childe's striking blue eyes are watching like a hawk. you yelp, pouting with puffed cheeks. so childlike, scaramouche thinks as his eyes fall down on you.

"i love you," he starts and you quirk a brow, who is he and what has he done with your boyfriend? "but you need to shut up."

a wave of relief washes over you, there it is. that snark tone and scary aura he carries so confidently everywhere he steps - not that it could ever fool you. you've seen behind closed doors, when the curtains are shut and nobody else is around. albeit he doesn't drop his grumpy façade but he's softer, a hand cupping the edge of your writing desk when you bend down to pick up something you've dropped so that you don't whack your head on the mahogany or perhaps, when you wake up some mornings and there's a mildly bitter aroma of tea wafting around the house because he woke up early to cook you shimi chazuke.

"maybe i should be a harbinger," you tease him playfully, making the male scoff in disbelief, "they listen to me."

"because you won't shut up about some alcoholic in mondstadt-" he groans and you huff, hands on your hips when you cut him off.

"his name is venti!" you exclaim softly. scaramouche could really care less. he knows exactly what his name is but he also knows that the tone-deaf bard is the country of anemo's archon - that much you do not appear to know, "anyways, you're going to have to make me shut up! they like my stories."

scaramouche bites his tongue until the metallic taste of his own blood fills his mouth and he furrows his brows. he has so much authority here, in front of his own soldiers - mayhaps not when it comes to tartaglia, despite the hierarchy of the harbingers - and yet you haven't an ounce of fear for him. you never have feared him no matter how much he's tried to scare you, it's futile. there's a smug grin appearing on your face when you notice that scaramouche has no means of shutting you up. he's silent, as if thinking but when you open your mouth to speak the harbinger has leaned down and locked his lips to yours in a sealed kiss.

that works, you think as your eyelashes flutter shut and scaramouche's pointer finger and thumb grip at your chin, tilting your head up to him. in the distance, the eleventh harbinger rolls his eyes with a chuckle. you really do have all these fatui men wrapped around your finger.

© https-heizou 2023.

[honeykaes]

—𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✦ yandere!pantalone x reader

✦ w/c: 1.9k

✦ warning: dark content, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: gn!reader, yandere, manipulation, financial manipulation, implied stalking, power imbalances, pantalone uses "songbird" "darling" "doll", reader is a jazz singer in fontaine, may not be lore accurate to fontaine/liyue, morax x guizhong stuff,unedited

Your eyes dulled looking at the red curtain hiding your gaze from the audience. The feeling of shame and disappointment rushing through you. Your nails buried into the pulpy flesh on your hands, lips tugging your lip. Oh, how you were tired of the hustle of downtown. The number of people you had seen shooting up in the park you once adored as a child was astounding. People didn’t flinch if they saw a dead body in an alleyway. Your eyes always saw those bloodstains on the concrete walking around in the area—everyone around you so desperate to forget. This place was the no man’s land no hero would come to.

Your hand shifted to the flower in your hair, gripping the plastic tightly. Things didn’t grow in the area anymore—the pollution from Fontaine’s growing industrial movement had tainted the natural life. 

You had grown accustomed to the thick smog covering the area, filling your lungs with heavy toxic smoke. It wasn’t as though you could leave anymore—money was tight as it is when it wasn’t being scooped by the club owner you were singing for. It’s not like you could go work for most places anyway claiming people would think its a tourist spot since you’re a foreigner—bullshit like that.

“Hey doll, come on...we’re about to start. Stop daydreaming,” a familiar voice shouted. Your eyes snapped back, turning your head to the pianist. He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by your doeful expression. The cracks of his knuckles as he prepared to play caused you to turn back to the opening curtains. Once the curtains were pushed back, the bright spotlight illuminated on your skin. 

Watchful eyes, looked upon your form as you steadied your microphone. It was as you expected—low-time criminals and crime bosses. Your eyes even settled by the copious amounts of Fatui in the audience. The foreigners had tried profiting from the slums of Fontaine.

You resisted the spiteful laugh in your chest. You were used to criminals coming in here. All the previous jazz partakers left once the crime edged up and the heroes did nothing about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you would’ve left too if you could.

“You had plenty money, 1922. You let other women make a fool of you…” you sang out to the crowd. You hated the stares—feeling the visitors undress you with your eyes. It was always so intense, never subtle. The intensity burns right through your skin.

“Why don't you do right, like some other men do?” you continued. Your eyes paused staring at two men within the club—a pair of blood-red eyes sneering upon your form, the other filled with an unreadable expression. The man with the amethyst glowing eyes winked, leaning into the table further—a smile creeping on his flawless pale face. Silver-rimmed glinted mischievously at you, his gaze solely on you.

The suit he was wearing told you everything you needed to know about him—he had mora and lots of it. He was a big-time criminal within the area. His associate, with baby blue long wavy hair, skin pale must be as well.

But with the copious amount of Fatui agents in here…it would be reasonable to assume that these two men were their bosses.

Were these the Harbingers that you’d heard about? You had heard the whispers throughout the streets of the Harbingers, so powerful they could rival some archons. No one who the members were or at least remained quiet on the subject. The name brought a chill to anyone within this area. It was said they had some of the most powerful connections—they can do anything, and no one would bat an eye.

“Get out of here, make me some money too,” you sang out. It didn’t matter who they were anyway. You didn’t need to get involved. Why would they be interested in a jazz singer in Fontaine anyway? You continued your song, trying not to feel the gaze of the two men. They felt much more intense than the rest of their eyes. If the patrons’ gazes were considered hot; these two men’s gazes were hellfire itself.

Once you finished your song, a roar of applause echoed through the room. You smiled, waving your hand out pretending as you liked it—pretending that the thrill of music hadn’t died when everything went to shit in this neighborhood. The curtains closed and you sighed, lips immediately formed in a tight line.

You headed to your dressing room and smiled. A glaze lily stood on your vanity mirror—a beautiful symbol of Liyue, whose sweet fragrance wafted through your room. Whenever you sang and returned, it would always be there greeting you. What was the most fascinating part is you could feel the softness of the petals. They were always real, just like your memories told you. You took the plastic rose off placing it beside the lily next to you, gazing at its ethereal beauty.

You’d always admired glaze lilies, hearing the stories of their origins of Liyue. It said that the archon’s beloved admired these flowers before she perished. As beautiful as they were, natural ones in the wild were rare. Liyue locals considered this flower as a symbol of eternal love but an unattainable one.

You suspected someone within the club had been doing this, not a lot of people had access to your dressing room anyway. 

“Unattainable love...it doesn’t have to be that way,” you whispered out, petals brushing your lips. You had hoped this admirer was similar to you—dreaming of a different life. It was silly and made you feel like a child, but dreaming about being whisked away by someone you loved always struck a chord with you. It returned the innocence of childhood in your unhappy life. 

BOOM

The sudden noise made you gasp, head shooting towards the direction of the noise. Your eyes narrowed towards the wardrobe, walking slowly to it. You weren’t a fool, an animal couldn’t make a noise like that.

“(Y/n)! Hurry up! Your shift is up. The next singer needs the dressing room,” a voice yelled out on the other side of the dressing room door. You sighed shouting a curt apology to the person, walking away from your wardrobe. You grabbed your black coat and covered your tight outfit with the lily in your hands as you walked out. 

A cool breeze greeted you, walking into the night. It was relatively quiet out here as opposed to the loud club behind you. A sigh escaped your lips, a puff of visible air floating up. The clicks from your shoes echoed throughout the area, eyes scouring out for anything suspicious in the area. Taking another deep breath, you could feel your anxiety peaking into your system. Did that noise truly startle you that much?

“Well, well. It seems my night is getting better and better. I get to see my lovely little doll,” a deep chuckled echoed. Emerging from the shadows of the alleyway was the man from before, eyes closed to hide that intense look he once shared with you. His hands were placed in his pocket, a smirk dancing on his thin lips. You took a step back, eyebrows furrowing from his confession. He put his hands up, chuckling at your form.

“Aww, aren’t you adorable. Don’t worry...I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to talk to the star of the evening,” he responded. Your breaths began to pick up, shifting your body due to your discomfort. You’re eyes looked toward him, peaking at any sort of way to get out of talking to him. If your suspicions were correct and he was in the League, you were in danger.

“I’m sorry I really need to get home—” The man clicked his tongue, a half-laugh emitting from his lips. 

“Ah, ah! In such a rush now? I figured you’d be a lot more respectful than this. I mean trying to anger Harbinger? I wonder how Dottore would react?” the man teased. Your eye blew wide, back straightening. The image of those red eyes reverberated in your mind. Was that him? The man walked closer, the clicks of his boot echoing out. He leaned down, gloved hand gently touching the skin on your face. 

You wanted to throw up, you wanted to leave. How was this happening?

“...I thought you wanted to meet, huh? I mean I’ve given you that flower for the past few months, catching all of your shows. To hear you finally wanted to meet me, I mean how could I resist?” he whispered into your ear. A violent surge of disgust and rage surged through you as you pushed him away. He grunted taking a few steps back from your push before laughing. The laugh echoed as he put his hand on his face to try to calm himself.

“I didn’t know you also had a feisty side, doll. And to think, I didn’t think you could get cuter in my eyes,” he chuckled. You clenched your jaw, fist tightly formed in a ball.

“If you ever get close to me, I’m calling the police!” you shouted. The man clicked his tongue once more, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m sure they’ll be so eager to help, hm? They are seeing a generous donation from me though,” he cooed. Your scowled faltered as helplessness began settling in.

“Desperate times have fallen over many people in Fontaine. I don’t think even justice and triumph over mora. Besides, I’d hate to start off on a bad foot, you’re going to start seeing a lot more of me; I’m going to be your new boss anyway,” he confessed. All the anger left you, the feeling of fear replacing it. The man grabbed a pipe in his large pocket, as a Fatui agent emerged from the ground lighting the pipe with his glowing delusion. He sucked a breath in with a smile before blowing it out, finally opening his eyes once more as the agent disappeared.

He wasn’t smoking for the fun of it.

He was showing off the power he had over people.

Mora, something the God of Contracts, Morax, created. You wondered if he would care about the corruption that came from commerce. He could have people in the palm of his hands from just how much money he had over them. And now, you’d be no different—singing softly there, hoping he wouldn’t clasp his hands together and finally destroy you.

He took a quick drag of his pipe and exhaled the smoke. He lowered his eyes at you, satisfied by your expression.

“As much as I’d love to continue and spoil you a bit, as I’d love to buy you a new outfit for your show tomorrow…more colleague is probably growing listless in my absence. My best advice for you is never make Dottore wait long, that man has no patience,” he sighed with a chuckle, closing his eyes one more time. The mischief appearance he once had vanished to one of annoyance. He turned his back to you, showing off his long, wavy raven hair.

“My songbird, please refer to me as Pantalone. I expect you to remember it when I see you, again,” he announced. In front of him, a deep purple mist began forming a circle. Pantalone began to walk forward. He turned his head back, flashing a cruel grin before the amethyst mist left entirely. 

You stood there alone body shaking. Your knees gave into fear, leaving you crashing onto the concrete sidewalk. You placed your hands onto your trembling face, sweat beginning to develop as tears dripped down your face.

Pantalone was the devil incarnate that you were so seduced by this whole time. You woke up from the innocent fairytale you hoped for, only to remember exactly where you were.

In a nightmarish hellscape.

[eclecticmiasma]

They'll Inherit Your Blood Ch. 1 (Pantalone x Reader)

There are fates worse than being purchased by Snezhnaya's wealthiest elite.

Now a multi-chaptered fic! [Chapter 2]

NSFW

[Warnings: afab reader, degradation, forced prostitution, threatened violence]

Art credit: @Yeoboさん on Twitter

The man is serpentine in every sense of the word. You hold your breath as his gloved fingers slither across your skin, tracing your features as if appraising a fine piece of pottery rather than a woman. He hums lightly to himself, eyes like upturned crescents as he voices his approval. His aura wraps around you and constricts.

"This one."

Gratitude drips from the madam's voice, saccharine. In less than thirty minutes her establishment has made more mora than any of the women could have hoped to see in their entire lives. Even as they offer you glances of pity, the workers can't hide their elation. Not only have they been spared a life of servitude under the Fatui, under a Harbinger no less, but their meager lives are much improved when the madam is happy. And she's never been happier.

You are escorted without fanfare to a stagecoach at the back of the decrepit building. Various trinkets and personal items you've amassed over the years are left in your second story bedroom. No doubt they will be fought over and doled out within the hour. Your eyes linger on the frosted window you so often hung out of in an attempt to feel anything- even if it was just the frigid breeze on your skin.

When you turn back to the main cabin, the Harbinger there waiting. He waits patiently, door held for you, same unflappable smile plastered to his face.

Reluctantly, you enter, crossing your legs as you sit upon black crushed velvet. To your dismay, the Harbinger squeezes in next to you. Though you try to make your body small, there is no escape. His presence is suffocating.

As the stagecoach starts to move, you keep your eyes glued to the floor. The wooden slats gleam as if they've been polished recently, perhaps for your arrival. Resentment bubbles up. Just what about this man begets that everything is to be a show? So he bought himself a whore, does that too deserve such royal treatment?

In your brooding, you barely notice that the man is touching you. He's leaned close, breath ghosting across your cheek. His fingers twirl a few strands of your hair as he merely looks on, observing.

"You're unaware of your worth," His voice is deep, but lilting. Your brows furrow as you consider his words, vague anger continuing to build. What worth? The worth you have lies in the last man to purchase your time. There's more value in the glittering white jewel atop the Harbinger's cane than there is in you.

You try to mask a shudder as his hands wander, fingers dancing down your chest. Even though you refuse to meet his eyes, you can see them clearly boring down on you. Pupils like slits as they take in their property. As he closes in on your neck, you brace yourself. His fangs are bared, he's ready to strike-

The Harbinger doesn't sink his teeth into your skin, he presses his lips to the pulsating flesh of your jugular and squeezes your clothed breast. You can't help but breathe in his scent, a lightly spiced aroma with a hint of bergamot and something metallic, like the concentrated smell of mora itself.

"There are clients all over the world who will be fighting hand over fist for your to warm their beds," You swallow hard as he continues massaging your chest, kissing his way up your neck and pressing his nose against your ear.

"Clients?" You find yourself asking against your better judgement, though your voice sounds small. You feel the Harbinger grin against your ear. Before he answers you he drags his tongue along the outer shell. Your breathing hitches when his hand slides under your bodice, one of the rings he wears catching your pert nipple.

"Yes, prelest*, do you think I clean out my coffers without the intention of making a profit?" Though the air around you is thick with tension, the Harbinger carries on exploring your body, twirling his tongue in the opening of your ear and nipping every so often at your earlobe, "Though, you'll have to be much more engaged than this if I'm to see a return on my investment."

You're well aware of his subtle nudge to open yourself up, to let him have his way with you and prove yourself valuable, but you can't bring yourself to move. It's too difficult to breathe. Belonging to the Harbinger is a prospect terrifying enough, but to be sold over and over to the men that would deign to partake in his business dealings is more than a single woman can bear.

"I...don't..." You don't realize you're crying until a thumb drags across your cheek. For the first time you turn to look at the man, it's like coming face to face with death itself. His pupils aren't slits, you find, but they're narrowed all the same. Deep indigo irises the color of a darkening sky glow with delight as he soaks in your fear. The corners of his lips are permanently pulled in a genial grin, so much so that you wonder if you aren't peering at a mask. Another thumb joins the first and the pair trace your cheekbones as the Harbinger sighs.

"There's another habit we'll have to break you of, it seems," You try to pull your face away, but he's managed to lock your head between his palms with an iron grip. Fear that should have settled in your bones the moment you met him finally starts to rear its head, "Name a single man that would want to bed such a haughty, sniveling little slut."

He waits, expression ever still. Fresh tears fall as you continue to try to wrestle out of his grasp. You know he expects an answer, but the words die in your throat.

"You left the whorehouse mere minutes ago, have you already forgotten your place?" You shake your head violently, but continue to push and prod in an attempt to get away. The man is deceptively strong. He sighs again, jewels tinkling softly against his glasses as he shakes his head.

"No matter..." He somehow manages to smile wider, baring his teeth in delight, "...training is one of my specialties."

*precious

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[Chapter 2] [RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[gojoidyll]

stubborn heart ch. 1

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

she/her pronouns are used

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“Just give me someone who won’t cause any trouble or annoy me.”

Capitano didn’t understand the point of this meeting, nor did he understand why he needed a wife either. It was all meaningless.

“Not interested in the feisty ones, Capitano?”

The captain shifted his focus to Pantalone before looking at Pierro, “I am simply uninterested. But if this must happen, then I would prefer it to be someone who won’t get in my way nor expect anything from me.”

“That will be difficult. Do you realize how hard it’ll be to find a young maiden like that? Most high society women I know always expect extravagant things.”

“Someone from the middle or lower class will be fine.”

Arlecchino finally spoke up, her eyes looking to the captain with an unknown scrutiny within her eyes, “I do know of someone… She’s one of the children of the House of the Hearth.”

“Oh, great idea! Let him marry a child.”

Arlecchino glared at the doctor, “for your information she is not a child, when I say she is one of the hearth’s children, I am merely stating she was raised there. She is a young woman. Independent. Keeps to herself. She isn’t picky nor does she want anything for herself. Incredibly modest to a fault and very quiet. She isn’t strong and works more as a maid in the House of the Hearth than as anything else, but she understands what the fatui does and will not get in your way for any reason.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “though, I will warn you, if you end up marrying her, I will not tolerate any harm that you may give her. I do not care how strong you are compared to me. Hurt her, and you will die.”

“Well, Capitano,” the jester spoke.

The captain looked to Arlecchino. Marrying a highborn lady would be far too much trouble.

“Alright.”

“Would you like to meet her?”

“That is not necessary.”

Y/n, all the while, rung her hands nervously. Her fingers incessantly playing with the ends up her sleeves. When Father had left for the harbinger meeting, she thought it would be like any other, but when Father had come back, she was immediately informed that she were to marry another harbinger. She doesn’t remember what happened after that because she ended up fainting right then and there as she was sweeping the floor. And what is worse is that Father had actually brought the said harbinger to where y/n was cleaning which means he saw her freeze up and faint. From start to finish.

But she couldn’t help it!

In Snezhnaya, the harbingers are revered. They were powerful. Strong. Scary even. How was a normal person supposed to react when told they were going to marry a harbinger anyway?!

“You’re awake.”

The moment her eyes cracked open Lord Arlecchino (Father) was already sitting next to her bedside waiting for her.

“Father!”

Arlecchino stopped her from sitting up too quickly.

“Lay down. There is no rush.”

Y/n laid back down, her eyes darting to the door and then back to Arlecchino. It was faint, but she could definitely sense someone waiting just outside.

“Uhm… what you said before…,” y/n managed to mumble out.

“Yes…,” Arlecchino said, “the marriage with a harbinger.”

“Why me?”

“Because your life isn’t here.”

“But I like it here-“

“There is more for you elsewhere. Knowing you, you will never ask for anything more unlike my other children.”

Y/n let Arlecchino’s words sink in and ultimately decided not to fuss about it, “I- I understand… who is it? The harbinger I am going to marry, I mean.”

Arlecchino looked to the door which was when Il Capitano walked in. His mere presence alone was enough to cause you to shake within the safety of the bedsheets, Her hands unconsciously pulling the covers closer as if trying to shield herself from a monster under her bed.

“H- hello, Capitano.”

She hated how she stuttered over her own words, but she decided not to dwell on it. I mean, she did faint in front of him for a first impression, so a little stutter wasn’t going to kill her.

“She will do.”

Annnnd y/n fainted again.

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Chapter 1)

Summary: a tale of Teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics but still pretty gory) Overlooked trauma, Bottled emotions. will add more as the series progress

Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God. Omnipotent Characters. (A very sleep-deprived author so if you're confused, don't worry I am too.)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 3541 words

Author’s Note: I...might've been too self-indulgent in this one- constructive criticism is welcomed <3, have fun loves <3

Taglist: @chocoenvy @moorzy

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“Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” she asked you in an affectionate tone

She’s standing right beside you as you walked together in her garden. Your sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of countless flowers as your hands brush their petals. You opened your legs slightly as you walked when you felt the little fox cubs with their squirrel friends running between them.

“I still don’t see why that’s necessary, Your Grace.” you replied, carefully picking a flower to place behind your creator’s ear

“Why not? Aleizal (Ah-Ley-Zuhl) already chose hers.” she chuckles, caressing the Calla Lily that you placed

“Oh please, I rather not you compare me to…whatever she is.” You scoffed

“Is this jealousy?” Your creator teased, poking your cheek while giggling like a child

“I simply prefer offering everything I have and am to my one and only creator, is that perhaps too much to ask Your Grace?” You smirked, which made her lift an eyebrow with a slight red tint adorning her flower-framed face.

“My, my, my. You’ve been spending too much time with the Kitsunes haven’t you?” She pats your cheek before walking away with you right on her tail

“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye?’ “ She speaks after a few minutes of silence

“Yes?” You ask, confused as to what exactly she’s implying

“Well, it is important for my heart that you gain a little autonomy. After all, whatever would you do when I’m gone if you’re too dependent on me?” 

“My sole purpose is to be your guardian, your sword and shield. That’s all I-” your words got cut off when she unleashed a strong jet of hydro right into your mouth

“I created you as my companion. My friend if you will, perhaps even more.” She winks at you, enjoying the way ores began to appear on your face, your body’s way of expressing embarrassment

“I never wanted you to discard your own safety for my sake. But that’s exactly what you did, didn’t you? You threw yourself right in front of me when he attacked me, rendering you completely useless. Useless. You’re the reason I died in the first place.” 

What? This wasn’t how it went-

“Of course, it wasn’t how it went.” Someone chuckled right on your ear as the scene in front of you faded into pitch black

“Poor little guardian~ So pathetic.” That voice reverberated around your head as you frantically searched for the source

You then felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing it to stay in place as she played the most painful memory that you keep so deeply hidden inside your brain. 

The Creator’s downfall.

You are forced to watch as the same Gods that your beloved Creator made barged into her domain, an eerie-looking device in their hands and leaving no time for talking automatically activated it. Deep, evil smirks on their face as you realized that whatever it is, it posed a great threat to your Creator. You only managed to push her aside, taking the hit that was meant for her. 

The last sight you saw was her. Her beautiful galaxy-embedded eyes filled with pure fear and despair. And with that, you remained unconscious and inactive. Until The Tsaritsa along with the First and Third Harbinger, Pierro and Columbina managed to set you free. 

Since that night, it was all you could ever remember as you gazed up into the night sky. The moment where you failed to protect Teyvat’s true Goddess. 

“Hmmm… Such a deliciously pitiful expression you have there.” She says as she finally comes into your line of sight

“Aleizal.” You growled out, attempting to summon your double-bladed polearm, your signature weapon, only for it to not heed your call

“Oh dear, have the years corroded your brain, or did you just desperately try to forget everything that is connected to me? I must say, that hurts. Whatever that is you are doing? It won’t work” She sighs in faux hurt

“Cease with the hollow and flawed speech and tell me what it is you truly want.” You stared at her annoyingly beautiful eyes. 

“My, If I were truly the Creator herself, you wouldn’t even dare to speak like this. Too bad I just wear the same face.” She tilts your chin upwards with such force as she languidly runs her fingers on the seal she placed right on your throat

She hums in satisfaction before walking away, allowing you to look around. You know in yourself that you’re still somewhere in Snezhnaya since you can still feel the presence of Tsaritsa’s gnosis. However, you’re somewhere in-

“You’re in my domain. You are as powerless as when you were merely a bunch of ores and flowers when the creator made you in here so don’t even bother fighting the ropes around your wrists.” She nonchalantly says as she sits in an elevated chair. You refuse to call it a throne because she doesn’t deserve that.

“Since when did you have a domain?” 

“Since I learned to be independent of course”

“You mean when you betrayed our Benevolent Goddess?” as soon as those words escaped she fixed a cold hard glare right to your eyes as an invisible force pulled you close to her, 

“I never betrayed her.” She calmly stated. However, you can see the anger in her eyes, the anger that was slowly boiling over

“I simply… explored other choices. Found other methods to become much more powerful than what our Goddess would’ve allowed” You sarcastically smiled at her

“Ah yes. Did that option involve sucking his-”

“OH YOU-” She tried to grip the collar of your Fatui Uniform but it only passed through as you feel yourself fading away

“Aww, have you been growing weak lately? Not enough divine presence I presume? Can’t even keep your domain up for 15 minutes.” You teased her, knowing full well that in terms of divine presence, you have your reserves running lower than hers since she’s been hanging with false Gods.

“I suggest keeping your mouth shut. The only reason I was able to drag you here was that you were vulnerable to the sudden influx of divine presence. Get off your high horse because I will soon snuff that source out like I’ve done thousands of years ago. Mark. My. Words.” 

You woke up with a sharp gasp and with a sharp jolt as you sat up quickly. Only when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder did you release yourself from your stupor, slowly calming down as you took in the familiar surroundings. 

“You gave us quite the fright little one.” Tsaritsa guides you back into a laying position as she caresses your hair

“I am significantly older than you, Tsaritsa. Besides, how long was I unconscious?” You groaned, still feeling a slight headache

“3 weeks. We already possess the Geo gnosis, which in turn gives us possession of 3 gnoses. La Signora has secured that and is on her way home with Tartaglia. Lumine has also started searching for the Creator, however, she always seems to be a step too late.” The Tsaritsa recounted as she gives you a glass of water followed by a tray of mysterious medicine

“Dottore dropped these before he left with Pantalone for Liyue, Pantalone appears to have something to fix within the affairs of the Northland Bank. He says that these should help stabilize your body and reduce the headaches, however, you must seek the Creator as soon as possible. Not just for your sake but hers as well. That wretched impostor has issued another decree…” The Tsaritsa walks toward the large window you have in your chambers, it oversees the southwest part of her kingdom, admiring the way the snowflakes glow in her vicinity. 

The temperature in your room gets colder, defeating your fireplace’s warmth. The Tsaritsa was never one to express emotions clearly. You must first get to know her intimately, if she lets you that is before you are able to accurately identify her tells. The temperature phenomenon only happens when she’s in a state of red hot anger. 

The Tsaritsa explains that the decree was supposedly made after the countless reports of an impostor running around and actively hurting people through suspicious means such as controlling monsters to attack knights etc. Due to that, the ever-so-merciful Creator has ordered a detainment for said impostor in order for a trial to happen. 

“Are you implying that everyone in Teyvat is hunting down Her Ladyship?” You stood up, your body’s regeneration skills partnered with Dottore’s medicine have worked wonders and you feel as good as new

“Yes.” 

Suddenly a strong quake shook the ground as your fireplace fought to keep your fires contained, Your body shook with the earthquake and a frown adorned your face.

“I will be walking myself down into the abyss first before they try to harm a single hair on her grace’s hair.” 

“Yes, yes. I would appreciate it if you do so without either burying my castle under an avalanche, crumbling it, or melting it down. Thank you very much.” She says as she plucks a flaming flower from your head, encasing it in cryo to prevent it from harming anyone

You shook yourself out of your small fit and began dressing, ready for travel as you plan on journeying to Inazuma as soon as possible.

“Well, look on the bright side of everything, Dear Guardian. One of Arlecchino’s children has intel and evidence that Her Ladyship is heading towards Inazuma. Apparently, The Abyss Princess’ twin brother has managed to smuggle her in the Crux.” 

“I see. His name is Aether. if you forgot.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You just-” 

It was then that you felt a very familiar disturbance in the air, it felt eerie, yet comforting. A gentle prickle on your skin.

“It seems that Lumine is coming bearing some news,” Tsaritsa says as she waits for Lumine to step through

However, Lumine didn’t, instead only her hand came through. As if sensing your direction, the hand darted towards you, grabbing you and pulling you towards the abyss portal. 

“Hey! Lumi what gives…” Your voice fades as your entire being rearranges itself. 

You are quite used to this since Lumine used to bring you along in her travels but the experience never ceases to be so…disorienting.

Somewhere in Inazuma…

“Oh fuck fuck fuck putangina fuck shit fuck fuck shit pussy cunt fucking goddamnit.” A certain outlander cusses out loud as she is chased by a horde of angry people, quite a lot of them are vision holders, in fact, they were the very same characters she knows and loves, even the fucking archons are chasing her 

“This looks like a scene from a movie where there’s a witch hunt, but I’m not a witch. I mean, I don’t think I am, do witches even exist in Genshin? OH SHIT- Barsibatoes’ arrow nearly hit me there woohoo. I guess we leaning and rocking here.” She spoke her thoughts with a breathless huff

“What did I do to deserve this honestly! I should’ve pet more cats since obviously the cat molecules on me isn’t triggering Venti’s allergy-” 

“Cease running at once and face your punishment impostor!” Her words were cut by some random shogunate soldier

“Rude! I was trying to monologue here. This reminds me of high school days honestly, only I never remember being so…athletic.” and just as she says that, she trips on a pebble and lands flat on her face

“Fuck. I have read far too many SAGAU fics to know that this happening with 3 archons right on my ass is never a good sign,” she tells herself as she scrambles to get up as she always did.

The fall scraped her skin, thus allowing an inky black substance to trickle down the wound. She knew that these people were right. If she truly fell into Teyvat, then she would be the true God had she had golden blood. But no, hers was pitch black as if the Abyss itself is in her. However what confused her the most is the fact that with every tired step she made, grass would grow so tall as if hiding her from her pursuers. And should she encounter any mob or animal on her way, they would attack those who are chasing her 

It was all too confusing for her, however, she doesn’t have even a single second to think because Raiden Shogun, Zhongli, and Venti were sending attack upon attack right at her as she tries her best to avoid it all. She noticed that they had this animalistic gaze fixed on her, their eyes have this flickering reddish-purple tint. Which would’ve been normal on Ei or rather, The Shogun since she is the Electro Archon, however for Zhongli and Venti to have the same? It was suspicious, but she can’t afford to worry about that on top of her own safety.

And then her luck runs out.

She skidded to a stop as she realized that she was chased to the edge of a cliff. Which mountain cliff is she in? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care to find out. With her heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, her breathing faster than Lightning McQueen, she turned to face her assailants.

“I know I said that I would’ve loved to be stuck down by your booba sword but I meant it in a sexy way, not in a murderous way.” She nervously chuckled at the Shogun who was slowly advancing towards her, with Zhongli and Venti shadowing her. 

“I will pay no mind to your distasteful nonsense impostor, so long as you let yourself be tied, arrested, and punished for your crimes!” The Shogun declares as she points her polearm at her

“What crimes?! I simply just woke up in this world with an arrow pointed to my face by that tone-deaf bard over there?! What? Is being this attractive a crime now?! I haven’t done a single thing that would be considered “evil” when compared to the deeds you all have done in your past. Makoto, Guizhong, and whoever the fuck’s body that is you’re wearing would all be so disappointed-” Her words were yet again interrupted as The Shogun slashed her throat with such rage in her animalistic eyes

Her hands quickly went up her throat in an effort to stop the disgusting black blood she now possesses. It overflowed so ominously, threatening. She felt lightheaded as she staggers back. She then gazes up at the people in front of her as if to mock them. She felt how the air crackled with electricity, how the wind picked up speed as the ground shook. 

She failed to notice how the non-vision wielders have now fainted.

She failed to notice the pain and confusion in the archon’s eyes

She did notice the very fact that as she struggles to breathe, the skies opened up, a figure gliding down with grace as the crowd parted. They radiate power, elegance, and knowledge. 

It was then she realized, that this was Teyvat’s Goddess… and that it is really weird seeing your face on another body. This must be how Venti’s friend felt. 

In her brain’s last-ditch effort for safety, she figured that death by heights is a much better way to die rather than be a spectacle and die while being gawked at like some animal at a zoo.

And so she allowed herself to fall backward, feeling that familiar tug in your stomach, similar to the feeling you feel when you ride a rollercoaster. 

She enjoyed the last bits of life, she always enjoyed the wind rushing through her body, the thrill of it made her laugh bitterly

“I hope this is all just a fucking dream.” As soon as she uttered those words, she felt herself slam into something hard. 

It was hard, yes. But it was…softer than what she thought it would be.

“Your Eminence!” she heard someone exclaim, it was then followed by frantic shouts as she felt wave after wave of relief pass through her

Soon enough, she felt good enough that she managed to open her eyes and what greeted her were warm pairs of eyes, so vibrant and comforting that in a haze she clung unto whoever this was.

“Pretty eyes and warm…” and with that, she succumbed to the darkness that was tempting her since ages ago

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the rage that was now boiling over. 

“Herald.” 

“Yes, my liege?” Answered the Abyss Herald that Lumine has by her side

“Stay here and guard our Creator. If even the smallest scratch adorns her body while I go and deal with some pest, your head will be on a stick. Is that clear?” You threatened in an eerily calm tone as you carefully set your beloved creator down on the huge comfy leaf that you have conjured up

“Yes, my liege.” He replies with a slight quiver 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Well, what the creator doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

And with that, you manipulated the strings of fate, tying each and everyone present as of this moment in an intricately designed web of despair. Their screams echoed into the night, the trees shook as if laughing and the animals watched in morbid curiosity. 

“[NAME!]” She angrily shouted, desperately struggling to get out of the chains binding her, cutting her as golden droplets escape her flesh bag.

“I have warned you countless times Aleizal. Harm me all you want for your sadistic pleasure, but never harm Her Grace. It was quite simple, isn’t it? I let you play around, parading as Her Grace for your entertainment while I focused on looking for ways to revive Her Grace. This is the last bit of my patience Alei. Do. Not. Make. Me. Your. Enemy.“ You gripped her jar the same way she did yours, frowning deeply as you resent the malicious and brutish expression on her face. 

You resent the fact that she dares taint her eminence’s face and honor with her repulsive personality, expression, and actions. 

You suddenly let her go as you stumbled back away from her, scratching your throat with your claws as the sigil embedded there lit up

You’re running out of time. 

As much as you’re enjoying this scenery in front of you right now, there are much more pressing matters to attend to. So without a word, you jumped from the cliff and landed right in front of Lumine and Her Grace as you quickly picked up while the Herald conjured up a portal. 

“Lumine!” a masculine voice shouts, his head peeking down into the cliff

“Aether…” Lumine whispered, looking over her shoulder

“You can stay, however, I have no guarantee as to how long that rope will last so you have to make your decision… leave him once again, or drag him to Snezhnaya.” You state

Leaving Lumine alone to make her decision you hurriedly step into the portal. While you may have healed Her Grace from her superficial wounds, you sense that her soul has yet to completely pierce herself together, thus letting such uncontrollable streams of divine power and presence escape. She must’ve been so tired. 

You heaved a sigh as you realized that not everything is as it seems. The world created by the woman in your arms still has so many secrets that you have yet to discover.

Your eyes then widened as the events that happened today due to your impulses crashed down on you. Walking forward as soon as you felt the cold and the crystal floors at your feet, droplets of red, gold, and black blood drip down from you, a sour look on your face as fatui agents look at you in shock while they fall down to their knees

It was either because of the feeling of awe they felt upon seeing their Goddess…or the despair upon seeing you dirty the floors, either way, all the ruckus has managed to drag all the harbingers and the Tsaritsa out of their chambers.

“[Name]?” 

“I think I just started another war.”

You got your creator back…but at what cost?

[pristine-rose]

getting punished by brat tamer arlecchino

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

fingering, biting, marking, overstimulation, brat taming, pet names ( little girl ), arlecchino owns an orphanage and she compares you to a child out of spite ( what i’m trying to say is that you’re of age but she’s infantilizing you LOL )

“excuses, excuses.”

her fingers pumped in and out of you relentlessly, practically splitting you open in half amidst every scissor or twist she performed. and yet she still glared down at your writhing body even as you screamed, not a single ounce of mercy in her eyes.

“do you know the consequences of lying to me, little girl?” she asked you, two fingers spreading so far apart inside of you, you felt you may break. “good kids don’t lie. ‘ven none of the kids at the orphanage lie. but you?”

she sat so casually in her expensive chair—truly marking her place as one of the nine remaining harbingers. you were seated on the table in front of her, bare ass pressed right atop the cold metal as she tortured you between your legs. she brings her other hand right down on your thigh, pulling you closer with such a deathly grip you just know will bruise later.

“s-sorry… ‘m so sorry, my lord…!”

“she’s dead.”

ah, this was about her again. this is why she was so angry. rosalyne—the eighth harbinger, the fair lady, la signora, the woman you were always jealous of—was dead.

“and you didn’t tell me.”

“i’m—!”

before you could utter out another word, her teeth came baring down on your thigh, leaving red stains of her teeth marks. perhaps it was supposed to be arousing, but it felt like she was out for your blood wish such passion and hate in a single bite. and as her fingers still continued to pump in and out of you, she left more of such marks on other areas of your thighs.

her other hand moved up to shove two fingers into your mouth, effectively gagging you shut silent as you choked on them. her x-shaped eyes peered up at you from below at your cunt, and gracious archons, the glare she held.

she had you all bruised up for a punishment.

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allow me to push my arlecchino x signora x columbina agenda on you all

[aluraveil]

Catching the Harbingers cheating on you...

TW : Cheating, cursing, heavy angst, and angst with no comfort.

Sypnosis : You catch your harbinger s/o cheating on you..but how would they react?

Characters : Columbina, Pierro, Pantalone, Capitano, Childe, Arlecchino, Scaramouche, and Dottore x Reader.

Author’s Note : I’m really in my cheating angst era 😭

PART 2 IN PROGRESS!

Columbina 

You and Columbina had been dating for quite a while. You hadn’t seen her in a while so you decided to visit her office and maybe spend some time together.

You loved hearing her sing, you loved hearing her soft voice.

You went into her quarters of Zapolyarny Palace and when you entered her office door you saw Columbina cuddling with someone else.

Imagine to your surprise when you found out she was cuddling with not just some ordinary person.

But another Harbinger.

It was Arlecchino.

The both of them were way too close to not look like a couple. 

Arlecchino stared at you with her cold gaze which nearly made you shiver.

Columbina found the whole thing amusing. You catching her cheating with one of her fellow Harbingers.

You didn’t even say a word and you fet your heart shattering. You turned your heel walking towards the door when suddenly Columbina called out your name.

“Y/N why don’t you join us hmm?” Columbina asked with her soft voice and her lips curling into a smile.

“You’re shameless.” You spat.

“It seems like someone’s mad” Arlecchino said and the both of them started laughing at you.

You felt humilated. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their words were getting to you.

But unlike many things in life that you couldn’t control, you couldn’t control the tears that came down your cheeks.

You ran out of there and never looked back. You never wanted to see them ever again. 

Pierro

You and Pierro had been married for a while. The both of you loved each other a lot but you started to doubt his feelings towards you. He started coming home late all the time. But he was always late...so why did it start feeling like he wasn’t out doing missions for the fatui all the time?

Then again he is the 1st harbinger and the leader. So it made sense but you couldn’t ignore the gut feeling in your chest.

But one day you recieved a letter in the mail from an anonymous person.

“I have proof that your husband is cheating on you. Head to Zapolarny Palace at 5 pm into his office and you will see.”

You had thought the letter was strange but you couldn’t ignore the same gut feeling in your chest. You headed to Pierro’s office at 5pm.

You opened the door and you walked in on Pierro with another women. They were cuddling on his chair and they looked in love.

The anonymous person was right. He was with another person.

“Pierro? What’s going on? Who’s she?” You asked.

“I fell out of love.” His deep voice made you shudder. “But this wonderful women right here kept me company and we’re in love.”

“But I thought you loved me?..” 

“No and get out.” Pierro said with a glare at you.

“W-what?-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as who you recognized to be Childe grabbed you out of his office.

“It’s better not to piss him off.” Childe said in a worried tone. “Are you okay?”

“You were the anonymous letter?” You said with tears in your eyes.

“I felt as if I had to tell you. I didn’t want you to see you getting hurt and wasting your time.” Childe said as he hugged you tightly.

You cried in his chest and Childe comforted you.

Pantalone

You were walking towards the Northland Bank where you wanted to visit your boyfriend. You knew he was really busy all of the time but you really wanted to see him.

You entered the Northland Bank and walked up the stairs to Pantalone’s office. Your hand was on the door knob and you were about to open it when you heard strange noises coming from inside.

You opened the door with a smile as you were excited to see him.

Pantalone looked up from his paper work that he was signing and gave you a smile.

“Oh Y/N” He said “What do I owe you the pleasure today?”

“Oh nothing” You said while walking towards him. “I was wondering if we could do something today?”

“Hmm yes” Pantalone hummed as he got up from his desk and started walking with you towards the door.

The both of you were about to exit his office when suddenly you heard a strange noise.

You looked behind yourself with a confused expression as you went into his office.

“Dear it’s nothing.” He said while trying to grab your arm. “I was thinking we could take a walk around the harbor”

You almost would have believed him. With the way he was so calm, his smile, and because he was your boyfriend.

But you’re no fool. 

You looked behind his desk when you saw a girl who was under his desk. Your eyes widened and you pulled her from up from the desk. You were absolutely livid.

“So this is who you’ve been with while you claimed you were busy with work?” You said with tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was busy with work dear.” He said as his smile dropped. “She has been...keeping me company.”

“Your such a fucking bastard.” You screamed as you dropped the girl and walked up to him and slapped him in the face. 

You ran out of the Northland Bank with tears in your ears. You were full on crying as you ran towards the nearest alleyway. You sobbed violently as you lost your balance and fell towards the ground.

Meanwhile back at the Northland Bank Childe had seen the entire thing unfold. He saw the way you were so upset. He was standing there feeling pity for you as he watched Pantalone just roll his eyes and walk back into his office.

“I could treat her so much better.” Childe thought.

Capitano

You and Capitano were a rather odd couple. For one, people would point out obvious differences between the both of you. Capitano was known as ruthless, cold, and unforgiving. But you? You were really kind, caring, and your smile was really bright.

People would often question “how did the two of you end up together?” but they were too scared because of Capitano.

You knew that your boyfriend would often train the fatui soldiers and you noticed that him and a certain female agent were getting pretty...close?

You noticed that they would often spar together a lot. You just brushed it off thinking that Capitano loved you a lot and wouldn’t ever cheat on you. Or even break your heart.

You expressed your concerns to him but he would often respond with

“You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“We just like sparring together.”

One day you got fed up when you saw Capitano and that female fatui agent was smiling and brushing. You confronted Capitano about it and the two of you got into a huge argument about it.

Capitano ended up storming out and you were left by yourself to gather your thoughts together. 

Maybe you were overthinking things? Maybe they don’t actually have feelings for each other?

You baked deserts and added them to a basket and figured you would share it with him as a way to apologize for overthinking things. You loved him a lot and you didn’t want to throw everything away just for that.

You were walking towards the training grounds when you spotted Capitano and the same female fatui agent with each other. 

You were frozen at the next thing that happened.

He had lifted his helmet and kissed her on the lips.

You were heartbroken. You were shocked.

You walked up to them and took one of the deserts and threw it at Capitano.

You ran away after that with tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

Childe

You were babysitting his younger brother Teucer and the both of you hung out around Snezhnaya. You took Teucer outside and the both of you were building a snowman in the cold winter.

“Y/N look at my snowman!” Teucer said with a big smile.

“It looks great! Good Job Teucer!” You patted Teucer on the head.

The both of you decided to make some hot chocolate but in order to do that the two of you needed to go into town and buy some supplies.

You walked with Teucer into town when you had noticed Childe inside a tavern. 

“That’s weird” You thought. “Maybe Childe finished his harbinger duties early?”

You walked closer but you saw Childe making out with another girl. You couldn’t believe it. 

“Y/N is that my big brother?” Teucer asked “I want to go inside!”

You didn’t stop him. You just continued staring at Childe through the window of the tavern.

Teucer walked inside the tavern and shouted “hey big brother!”

Childe jumped when he heard his younger brother’s voice.

“Oh hey Teucer. Aren’t you supposed to be with Y/N? Where is she?” Childe said with a puzzled expression.

“She’s right there!” Teucer pointed at your teary face. “Wait why is she crying?”

Childe looked behind himself and knew he was fucked. He had gotten caught. His gaze met your teary face. 

You ran off back to your shared home and for the next few hours crying. While you were babysitting his younger brother, he was off cheating on you with another girl.

Arlecchino

You noticed Arlecchino was becoming rather distant? She would always come home late, and she basically stopped acknowledging your presence. You wanted to make things work out so badly. You loved her a lot.

You didn’t even bother knocking on her office door as Arlecchino said that you were always welcomed. But she wasn’t even inside. You just decided to head back home and wait for her there.

You were walking through the long halls of Zapolarny Palace you noticed how some fatui agents would point and laugh at you. You were confused. Whhy were they laughing at you?

Some fatui agent walked up to you while giggling and asked “hey where’s your girlfriend”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s busy?”

“Yeah really busy alright” The fatui agent started laughing “you are so oblivious.”

“What?” You asked confused “where is she?”

Suddenly Arlecchino showed up and everybody immediately went silent. You turned around and saw some other person holding her arm and giving her a kiss.

You recognized that person to be Columbina.

“Why are you with her?” 

“She’s my new girlfriend” Arlecchino gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I told you we broke up”

“Broke up? You haven’t even said a word to me all week and the next time I see you you’re with another girl? You didn’t even tell me you wanted to break up” You said angrily. “Fuck you.”

You ran out of Zapolarny Palace after that while people sent you pitiful looks. You didn’t need their pity though. 

Scaramouche

Your relationship with Scaramouche was rather odd. Sometimes he would brush you off or say rude things but you always knew that he didn’t mean it. You would tell yourself that he loved you just as much as you did.

You were informed by Pulcinella that your boyfriend Scaramouche had ran off during a mission in Inazuma and that he hasn’t returned to the fatui ever since. You were initially questioned because the Harbingers thought you knew where he was, but they soon realized that you didn’t know where he ran off too either. You were quite upset because you haven’t seen him in a long time. Thoughts were swirling in your head such as 

“Where did he go?” 

“Why did he run off?”

But more importantly, you wondered if you would ever see him again. You really missed him. 

You decided to take a stroll around Inazuma to clear your mind for a bit. You taken the path to Chinju Forest when you saw two people behind a tree. Your heart had stopped. You realized it was Scaramouche.

“Kuni? Is that you?” You asked but you immediately regretted it when you saw Scaramouche with another girl and they were full on making out.

“Huh Y/N?” He said pulling away. “Oh what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” You said pissed off. “The fatui are looking for you and why are you with her? I thought you loved me?”

“Hmph that’s none of your business” He rolled his eyes.

“So this is it? You’re leaving me for her?” You said with tears in your eyes.

You didn’t even wait for a response. You were heartbroken.

Dottore

You knew Dottore was always immersed in his research. Sometimes he would even tell you about what he was working on. One day he hired somebody as his assistant to help him with his research.

It didn’t bother you that much. In fact you were happy for him because the both of them shared the same interests. But it all started when he started cancelling dates or when he would come home really late and skip dinner. he would tell you that he had already eaten in the lab.

The topic of your conversations quickly were only about him talking about how awesome his new assistant was. How nice they were.

He would hang out with his assistant more than you and the both of you slowly drifted apart.

You were jealous and you felt insecure. You didn’t know anything about things concering his research or anything like that. You felt lonely so naturally you decided to pay him a visit.

But when you entered his lab you found him and his assistant.

They were making out.

“You’re really cheating on me with her?” You said while wiping your tears away. “Fine then. Goodbye Dottore.”