#fatui harbinger x reader

[dreamingcloudie]

can we all agree that Softtore is the best boi? lol.ur writing about his nickname got me to imagine he might be so close to his Darling to the point they just pin point his emotion and know how to handle it like if fatui skirmisher made him mad S/O would be able to clam him down (not entirely) just by words and he'll think what they said is acceptable. that's weird dynamic right there but it works? XD

Absolutely! Softtore is just so 🥺❤️❤️ With how long Dottore and his Darling have known each other for (since Akadamiya). Darling definitely knew a thing or two on how to calm their mans down lol. Maybe something a little like this:

"You came into my office, without permission, and had the audacity to knock a few things over—" he walked closer "—just to give me this garbage you called a report paper?"

A palpable tention filled the room as Dottore stared down at one of his underlings. The poor soul was shaking in his boots. His height was shorter than the harbinger's, so even with the Doctor's mask on, he could see a pair of glowing red eyes staring right at him. No doubt with a murderous intent hiding behind them.

Who could blame him though? He finally got the chance to spend some time with you, only for it to get interrupted.

"M-my greatest apologies, sir! I—"

"Lucky me, I'm short on a few test subjects right now..."

You didn't even need to look to know that blood drained from the underling's face. Poor guy, he was just trying to his job. You had to think of a way to calm Dottore down quickly before he could turn the underling into another new friend for Krupp...

You put a hand on one of Dottore's shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't hurt him," you spoke.

He shifted his head a little to your direction and you continued, "You're just wasting your time focusing on him. You want to spend more time with me, don't you?"

As Dottore stood there, you gave the underling a brief apologetic smile.

"Get out of here before I change my mind." Dottore finally spoke, his voice was still low and threatening.

The staff nodded his head frantically before sprinting to exit.

Dottore let out a heavy sigh before he took his mask off and rubbed his temple. As he did so you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head against his chest.

"You feeling better?"

"You sure know how to work your magic on me, don't you, my dear?" He chuckled.

[kocherry]

❅ ~ Hellfire ~ ❅

Yandere Capitano x Nun!Reader

Hello everyone this is a songfic base on the song “Hellfire” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The yandere aspect is what makes this fic different version from the original Nun!Reader fics ♡

I hope you guys enjoy this cuz I really went down the drain for the Capitano Agenda mainly because of how @jessamine-rose writes Capitano and it inspired me to do a yandere fic about him as well sksksksksk

Sypnosis: Capitano sees himself above the trivial feelings of love and lust. He sings a prayer to the Tsaritsa because of his revolting desire to make you his and his alone. However, the temptation of having you in his arms is quite hard to resist.

Content: Songfic, Yandere Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Religious Sacrilege, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Perverse Thoughts, Destructive Acts

< 2.2k words under the cut >

Oh, Archon of mine, you know I am not a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly your proud soldier

Dear Tsarista, you know I'm so much dignified

But why do I have such a despicable desire for a pure soul

Please tell me Tsaritsa, why do I see her dancing there?

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?

In the dark night that the fake sky showed, the nation of Mondstadt sleeps quietly along with its visitors from a foreign land. The Fatui soldiers were all asleep and only Capitano remains awake in a place where he stayed in the City of Freedom. He remains to be restless as he stares at the burning hearth while gripping onto his sword’s handle tightly.

The Captain continues to sing a prayer of song to the Cryo Archon, he couldn’t close his eyes and sleep knowing he had much more to fulfill than his mission.

On the day he met you, he couldn’t forget how you stood up against him and demanded for a duel to save those wretched Knights of Favonius from his wrath. Despite being covered by the church’s garments, your body moves swiftly to dodge his attacks. Your face is bear for him to see and he could see your eyes glaring at him… he felt attracted to them and he hated himself for it.

He especially hates the pyro vision that hangs above your bosom. It kept him awake as he could recall how you glow like fire.

A fire that continues to haunt his mind, heart, and soul.

I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in her hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

Capitano whimpers this part of the song as he crosses his arms and held his shaking shoulders with the most hurtful grip. His armored sharp fingers pierced through the armor and scrapes his skin as he continues to stare at the heart which had the fire shape into your figure. And behind the dark void of his helmet, his dark blue eyes stares at you with longing to hold you and yet his gaze also craves to thrust his cock deep within your tight walls.

The way his thoughts spiral between the threads of loving and lusting for you made Capitano shiver once again. How he hate the way he feels because such perverted scenarios he played inside his mind deprecates how he sees himself. As the matter of fact, he began to think on why not let such desires come true?

And maybe it was time for him to finally rest for the night, Capitano knew it was enough prayers to the Tsaritsa as it was undignified of him to let out those words come out. He puts out the fire in the hearth by piercing his sword through the burning wood, he feels frustrated about tonight’s prayers.

After all it was your fault that he feels this way.

Like fire, Hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

“Capitano, where do you think you’re going?”

The said man stopped in his tracks, he certainly didn’t expect to see you first thing in the morning and he quietly continues his song of prayer inside his mind. Then he turns to see you still covered as the Church of Favonius’ garments, and he wonders how you would look without them.

“Do you wish to accompany me if you are asking such questions?” He asks with a hopeful tone.

The way your eyes flicker in surprise but also has the glint of letting your guard down being deceive by how soft his deep voice had become. “Well, someone has to keep an eye over you Lord Harbinger, what if you harm Mondstadt’s citizens again?” You folded your arms shaping your breasts into the white garment you wear and the pyro vision waves slightly from the action.

By the Archon of Love’s mercy, Capitano is cursed with the bountiful visual he just saw and also blessed that his helmet covered his gaze.

“Very well you may accompany me Sister (Y/N).”

Your name rolls out of his voice as if he’s been practicing saying your name perfectly and he wonders when he could call you without the Nun title.

It's not my fault, I'm not to blame

It is the nun who wields her bow who sent this flame

It's not my fault, if in my Archon's plan

She made the devil so much stronger than a man!

Capitano hoarsely sings the prayer as he falls into his knees holding the sides of his helmet he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You two were just spending another day deep in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine to battle the Snowboar King. When victory came due to the tag team you two made, you suddenly hugged him out of the blue out of happiness. Your long wish to venture the mountains and fulfilled your inner child’s ambition to defeat the monster has been done because of the Captain’s help.

That was also the very first time that Capitano saw you smiling and laughing, those images will forever bury inside his mind. Unless he takes you for himself then perhaps every day, he could see you with such happy expressions that he stirs up.

When it was night and the time for you to part ways with him, you express gratitude for letting you fulfill a long wish as a child. You always had been a caged little dove by your family and you told Capitano of your prison despite being a Sister in the Church of Favoinus.

Little did you know that Capitano only wishes for you transfer from your family’s prison to his own.

And when you kissed the side of his helmet that was the last straw as it provokes Capitano’s darkest thoughts in desiring you. He slowly composes himself as he stands up from the ground, he grips the handle of his sword as he slams the door open. The heavy footsteps could be heard in the quiet night but none could ever wake up from this dangerous aura because the Fatui Harbinger only wishes harm to one person in this nation.

Capitano will have you and damn your Archon’s absence because he cannot protect you from him anymore.

Protect me, Tsaritsa

Don't let the nun cast her pyro vision’s spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

Destroy (Y/N)

And let her taste the fires of hell

Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Capitano’s prayer is full of hypocrisy once again, because it was too late, the Cryo Archon couldn’t erase his feelings. You were to blamed for whatever will happen to you from now on as he continues to take another step towards the place where you sleep. The dark void in his helmet begin to light up as his dark blue eyes glow under the dark night of the fake sky.

And when you woke up, the sun isn’t the one who greeted you.

“Let me go this instant! I don’t wish to harm you… you’re the only friend that I truly had please don’t make me hate you Capitano.”

Your voice is filled with betrayal and fear, yet despite feeling those emotions you still linger to a thread of hope that Capitano will let you go. He admires how that even in this situation you would try to see the goodness in him. A goodness that never existed in the first place anyway, for what does that trait could even contribute to his duties as a Fatui Harbinger?

“Didn’t you wish to be free of your family? Didn’t you desire to get away from Mondstadt because you never felt its freedom? And didn’t you say that you want to be with me?”

Capitano had a tight grip on your arm which made you whimper, if this was a different situation, you would have said yes. The only time you ever feel yourself is when you’re with him but… why does it feel like you were just transferring from one prison to the next. You didn’t understand why Capitano suddenly began to change… or maybe this was always how he felt about you.

The vision that hanged below your neck began to glow, “I’ll never be yours.” You told him as your bow materializes in your hand to fight for your freedom.

And the Captain thinks about how cute you would look utterly defeated under him when you would soon realize that you never had any power to win against him.

Hellfire, Darkfire

Now (Y/N), it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

Capitano’s prayer turned its direction towards you.

Blood dripped down from your forehead and cheek, they were cut by the blades of the First of the Fatui Harbingers, the Captain. The duel didn’t last longer than you had anticipated despite having a pyro vision, you could not last against Capitano’s honed skills as a fighter. Though defeated you still push yourself up from the grass field even if you were still kneeling on the ground. You look up to his helmet and found the twisted love in the dark abyss of his mask.

The tip of the Captain’s sword lifted your chin up gently.

“Do you yield?”

The situation is a déjà vu from your first duel with him but there is no honor in this fight, not when Capitano fought to utterly humiliate and incapacitate you. Like before, you never gave a verbal answer and turned the tides against him but now. How could you ever fight back when your pyro vision is out of your reach? It was on his hand threatening to destroy it.

“Please don’t.” You were helpless against him, no one would ever come to your help because he chose a place in Mondstadt where people would avoid going into. “That’s the only beautiful thing that ever happened to me in all my life… please don’t take my vision away.”

With your pride already stepped on, the only thing you could do is beg for his mercy but Capitano is confused why you would beg. The only answer he wants to come out of your mouth is that you would accept to be his and his alone.

Oh, Anemo Archon save her from me

Oh, Cryo Archon have mercy on me

But she will be mine

Or she will burn

Capitano notice how you were confused by his sudden prayer song when you didn’t give him an answer. He wants someone to save you from his monstrosity and yet if you would not love him, you will suffer. And despite having defeated you in a fight, his heart ache when you started to cry about his threats to destroy your vision. You were gripping onto his cape tightly as you continue to beg for him to give your pyro vision back.

He kneels down to your form and place his armored hand over your damp cheek, he slowly wipes your tears away. “Forgive me Sister (Y/N), I am a sinner in the eyes of my god but I would not regret the time we had spent together. I may be a monster in your eyes but in my own, I only see a man who desires your love.” Before you could even oppose he gently lifted up your chin and pressed his thumb against your lips. He wants forget how you made him feel because you would be happier without him but alas...

Capitano will never forget and now he wants to know if your lips would have a sweet taste.

Despite the hypocrisy of his actions and words, he is deceivingly comforting you because no one could get you out of this situation other than Capitano himself.

“I will forcibly take you back with me.” His tone turned dark and the ounce of fear you felt tripled.

“And I will never forgive myself because I will never give you a choice. You sought for freedom but I can never give that to you. So I will only propose to you only this once.” Capitano gently lay you to sit on the ground so it will be him to be the one kneeling now with one knee on the scorched grass field.

He then pierces his sword to the ground, he holds out his hand asking you to hold him, you took it of course out of fear. When you did hold his large armored hand, he was trembling despite the fact you could see how utterly composed he is for someone who had put you in this situation.

“Come with me, I wish not to dishonor your virtue by having only to defeat you in a duel.”

Never had you hear him so soft and gentle yet his tone full of desperation and his words were horrifying.

“Marry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly on the condition you will have me at your side at all times.”

Tears had fell from your eyes because you knew that your choice will be the one that will give Capitano the satisfaction of his proposal that is more-like a demand. “My answer is yes… I will marry you…” You didn’t voice out that you were just afraid to reject him.

And with your acceptance Capitano thanks the Cryo Archon for his answered prayer but most of all he dedictated his final ode to you.

Like fire, Hellfire, Darkfire… (Y/N) you are mine and mine alone.

~ End

A/N: Also if you guys haven't read the Nun!Reader series, some of the scenes there are parallel to the events that happened there :>

[nekoashiii]

Oh oh, for the Fontaine event, how about prompt number 7 with Arlecchino? Hot evil lady go brrrr

You can write it in any way you feel comfortable <3

"Want to play a game? You run I'll catch you."

Cw: Dark content,This fic is not really romantic or normal, the events happening here isn't canon (we barely know anything about Fontaine)

‌ ‌𓂅 Your breath Hitched in your throat as you tried to stay quiet as much as you could; every sound your shaky and anxious body accidentally made, heart beating out of your chest as sweat dropped from your face,

‌ ‌𓂅 Each second you looked behind your shoulders just to make sure no fatui agents were nearby. After the recent events of arlecchino taking control over the justice system of Fontaine, she sentenced some who were a part of the previous law system an execution by hanging or simply locked the rest up. It was extremely easy for her to do something without the news of it spreading. Heck no one even knew the current situation of Fontaine.

‌ ‌𓂅 You let out a breath of relief as the lock of the cell broke, quickly sneaking out of it without making much creaking and taking quiet steps. In the distance the cell chief justice was kept in stole your attention. After betraying your morals, you left the judge and others without trying to help them, trying to reason with yourself about how your decision wasn't selfish but reasonable.

‌ ‌𓂅 'clap' 'clap' 'clap' you froze in one place as you heard the sound of slow clapping behind you, heels clicked as someone got closer to you. "What a wonderful performance. Quiet fast and smart. But that's not enough" a monotone voice said right behind you. That's it, your fate was sealed, you are doomed.

‌ ‌𓂅 There were no answers other than a deafening silence, however you felt a cold object placed in your palm. It was a key. The key to unlock the main prison gate, you were shocked by her action, Is she playing with you? Is this a trap?

"Want to play a game?" She said with a hint of malicious excitement.

‌"You run, I'll catch you"

[crystalitecloudie]

genshin sagau where creator reader meets pantalone for the first time and their first words are "refrigerator?"

that is all.

[2dmanlover]

Lab Cat | Il Dottore x Fem!Neko?Reader :3 NSFW

NSFW one shot Dom!Dottore x Fem!(Neko?)Reader . semi modern au? (cellphones, sweatpants etc.)

cw// NSFW 18+ explicit sexual content, size kink, tummy bulge, slight breeding kink, neko reader (ears, tail, and teeth), pet play, slight daddy kink, oral (m recieving), talk of being his experimental subject. 

~3.1k words

a/n- so i had this amazing idea and i wrote it in like two hours today so here u go! ENJOY<3

summary~ Your good friend Dottore wants you to help him out with his experiment. After you take his potion, you wake up from your nap, adorned with new accessories, and frantically report to him, asking to come over and see these unforeseen side effects for himself.

“Unfortunately, not many people want to participate in my experiments anymore,” Dottore’s voice crackled through the phone due to the Akademiya’s shitty reception. 

“Fine. I’ll be there in a minute,” you sighed, abandoning your papers to put on your shoes. Being Dottore’s friend and fellow scientist, it wasn't abnormal for him to ask you for assistance, normally you’d say yes, but there was something a bit unnerving about being on the receiving end of a mind altering drug. Especially so as you often saw the effects of your own little malign elixirs on your patients. Ultimately, you trusted the man– trusted that his intelligence shouldn’t betray your wellbeing. 

You gave a benign knock on the door as you swung it open, the creak resonating through the lab. Dottore’s hunched form perked up at the sound of your entrance. 

“Took you long enough,” he chided. 

“Be grateful I even came at all,” you playfully pushed him, flashing a smile. You and Dottore were not much different from each other— especially in relation to everybody else. The two smartest in the Akademiya, with similar drive, skill, and goals, the pair were bound to be friends. 

Sat atop of his desk, legs swinging, you opened up his journal, combing through the notes of the dog-eared pages. It seemed his experiment was to restore the instincts and reflexes that humans left behind in their rapid evolution. The animal of choice being a swift feline. 

‘A couple temporary biological advantages couldn’t hurt.’ You thought.

He approached you, swirling the test tube filled with a cloudy blue tincture, a smirk of excitement teasing the ends of his lips. 

“You’ve tested it on mice, right?” You inquired, taking the tube and swirling it around, a bit wary of the uncertainty of its effects on humans. 

“Well— yes. Some things have been altered to achieve my desired results. But it should be safe. You know I wouldn’t hurt you,” he assures. Your brow quirks at the word ‘should’. 

You flipped through his notes a few more times, educating yourself on the possible side effects and the science of it all. 

“Okayy,” you drawled, bringing the tube to your lips and tipping it back like a shot, the back of your sleeve wiping the rest from the corners of your lips. The bitter aftertaste makes you wince. 

“You may feel fatigued or weak, but that’s to be expected, just go to sleep. We can begin our tests in the morning.” He plucked the test tube from in between your fingers. “Should anything else arise— call me immediately.” 

Nodding, you hopped off the desk, skirt sweeping a few loose papers to the floor. 

“See you tomorrow then!” You waved, letting the lab door shut behind you. 

You weren’t excited per se, but you certainly weren’t tired enough to go to sleep. Some part of you wanted to see the effects take place in real time, perhaps it’s the scientists’ psyche. As you changed into a big shirt and shorts, you felt your body take on the sore tingle of weakness, your watch only reading 8pm. Despite the curiosity, the warm wool blanket and soft couch threatened to envelop you in sleep. 

Only a few hours later you woke up, a sharp pain bruising your tailbone. Sitting up, you reached behind you to feel around for your phone. You snatched your hand away at the tickle of fur against your hand. Eyes widening and hand slowly reaching back to inspect what you may have been sleeping on. Not finding a phone- or an animal- rather, you felt your own hand prodding at some furry length that seemingly sprouted from your body while you napped. You held the appendage, running your hand over it, pulling it into view. It was long and covered in soft fur the same color as your hair. Revelation struck and your hands flew up to the top of your head. Just as you expected, or unexpected for that matter, there sat a pair of soft cat-like ears. Unlike the tail, which you had full control and feeling of, the ears lacked the ability to hear, especially seeing as you still had your human ears. You looked down at your watch, taking note of the time you noticed these changes– still friday- 11pm. 

To confirm you weren’t dreaming, you made way to the full length mirror that hung in your bedroom. It was there you saw the extent of it all. You saw your cat ears twitch at your tactile inspection. Your jaw fell slack, making your sharp canines visible– the glint of the light catching your attention.

“Oh god,” you almost laughed at yourself. “Dottore!” you almost yelled, stomping your foot. 

‘What am I even going to say to him? I turned into a cat? Be real.’ You thought, pacing around your room. Looking back into the mirror you calmed yourself down, reassuring your reflection. 

“Dottore?” you said into the phone, as calmly as you could manage. 

“Yes? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” his voice crackled through the phone, sleep still clearly rasping through the shitty reception. 

“Sorry to wake you, but something happened– like a side effect– and I do not think this is right,” you nervously laughed at the end of your sentence. “I need you to come over ASAP.” Dottore obliged, you didn’t know whether to laugh at yourself or yell at him. 

His dorm was not very far, so you took the fifteen minutes to tidy up and change into a big hoodie, making sure to tuck your tail into the back and cover your ears with the hood. 

You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, a knock at your door startling you. 

“Uh, hi,” you choked out nervously, opening the door and motioning him to come in. Some part of you feared your outfit was a little too unprofessional, considering you were quite literally in your pajamas, but your worries were quelled upon seeing Dottore. The man was clad only in a white tee and gray sweatpants, journal tucked under his arm, his unkempt hair confirming your suspicions that you may have woken him up. 

“Okay, so… Here’s the problem,” you sat on the couch as he stood in front of you. Shakily, you pulled down your hood and untucked the tail from the back of your hoodie. Dottore’s eyes opened wide and his hand went to his chin. You surely weren’t pulling a prank on him, you weren’t even the type to do so, yet it was that shocking. Your body language was more than telling; looking down, ears flattened, tail hugging your side, fingers twiddling with the tip in your lap, face flushed with the utmost embarrassment. He motioned for you to stand and do a little spin, so he could see the extent of this anomaly. His gaze burned into you as you obeyed.

“How… peculiar,” the small snicker that came out of Dottore made you blush even harder, if that was even possible. You looked up at him, unable to hide the anger on your face. Even with your fists balled at your sides, and tail fluffed in annoyance at his jest, he could not take you seriously, looking like an angry little cat. 

“It’s not funny!” you scrunched your nose at him. 

“It’s pretty funny,” he admitted.

He sat beside you, reaching his hand up to your head, stopping halfway to ask for permission. 

“May I?” you only nodded, shame not letting words come out. He placed his hand on the top, petting you? No– he could not possibly be petting you– he was… inspecting you. Softly prodding at your ears, asking questions about whether you could feel it, or if you could hear out of them. Nod, nod, nod. It felt… good? Different from when somebody pets you. It was like the satisfaction of a scalp massager. 

It wasn’t until he stopped that you realized your head rested almost on his chest. Your eyes snapped open, blush flooding to your cheeks. When was the last time someone touched you like that? Not in a scientific setting. You had to remind yourself that this was not affectionate. Purely for research purposes. But he could not have been inspecting your ears for that long? Right? 

Too embarrassed to move, you simply stayed there, as he jotted notes down in his journal. You were startled by the feeling of his fingers at the junction of your tail and spine. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. You whimpered, involuntarily, as he applied pressure to your joint. Thighs shifted together at the feeling of his fingers touching a seemingly sensitive spot. With blush scattered across his cheeks, he wrote something down in his journal. Heat flooded your face once again at the realization that he was very carefully observing your every reaction. Your hand flew up to your mouth and you sat up straight. Looking at Dottore, it seemed he was not nearly as affected by this as you were. He acted perfectly composed, leaving you to be the only one bursting at the seams. However, his body betrayed him, as your gaze fell down, catching a glimpse at his bulge, exaggerated by the gray shadows of his pants. 

When he looked back up, you frantically looked away, trying to meet his eyes. His face was flushed and his pupils dilated. 

‘He’s just tired.’ You reassured yourself in your head. 

“How did that feel?” his voice was calm, contrasting to his face, elegantly twirling his pen between his long fingers. He looked to you, expecting an answer, almost knowingly. There’s no way he couldn’t see the furiously blushed puddle you melted into, or how you’d shift your hips at his touch.

“Uhm- aha,” you stammered, “it felt good- nice. It felt nice, you know?”

Your ears were stiff, further displaying your awkwardness. He motioned for you to elaborate. 

“Oh. Uh, it felt, uhm, pleasurable– I think the word is,” a pink dusting crossed your cheeks, absolutely burning with embarrassment. He couldn’t help but smile. There was just something so comedic about your normally cool and professional demeanor, being broken down by something as simple as his touch, something that, for all you know, was just research. 

He hummed, going back to record your response. 

“You have new teeth too, no?” you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip only to be reminded of such teeth as they painfully caught the skin. 

He reached his hand up, the back of his fingers brushing against your jaw as he stopped. 

“May I?” he asked, just like before, looking you in the eyes. You merely nodded in response, shifting closer to him for better access. 

“Open,” he commanded.

His thumb brushed against your top lip, lifting it up to reveal your fang-like canines, then ran across the point. The rest of his fingers almost cupped your cheek. Surely he could feel the raging heat of your face, his feather-light touch sending a shiver down your spine. 

At your bottom lip, he ran his thumb across the flesh once more, leant a bit closer to see the smaller teeth. Your eyes closed as he jotted down his notes. You could feel him rub across your bottom lip again, but this time, not pulling it down to reveal your teeth. Eyes barely opened, the warmth of his breath telling you his proximity. Your tail swayed behind you. His hand shifted down to hold your chin and your eyes fluttered closed at the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips. 

You leaned into it, chasing the warmth a little when he pulled away, nose still touching yours. He expected protest but was met with your hands reaching up to cup the sides of his face. At that, you pressed another more fervent kiss, his hands falling to sit at your hips.  

He took over, slipping between your lips and feeling the points of your teeth with the tip of his tongue. You whined into his mouth, moving to straddle him in a more comfortable position on the couch. 

Your faces broke for a moment, gasping after forgetting to breathe. He looked up at you, a smile threatening to lift the corners of his lips. You dove back in and his hands began to roam. One hand stilled low on your waist, the other reaching around to press and rub against the bare skin at the base of your tail. Your breath hitched at the contact and your head tilted back. Dottore took the opportunity to kiss, nip, and suck at your throat, leaving red marks on the tender skin. 

 “You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” he whispered through clenched teeth as you shakily ground down into his bulge. 

“Thank you, Dottore,” you mewled in a desperate, high pitched voice. He sighed at the sound of his name spilling from your lips. 

His hands began to roam again, one grabbing at the plush of your ass, then giving you a small spank, and the other coming down to tease you through your shorts in the front. You whined out again, bucking your hips into him as his thumb rubbed circles around your clothed clit. 

You could feel him twitch under you as his resolve finally caved. He broke away to see you in all your beauty. The sight of your flushed cheeks, slightly tousled hair, and the peaks of your nipples showing through your shirt was absolutely ravishing to him. 

He tucked his face in the crook of your neck and continued to suck at your sensitive points. It was easy for him to be able to tell what made you feel good. You were just so utterly responsive, and he was so observant. Truly a scientist's dream– a perfectly responsive subject. 

“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me, pet?” he instructed, voice thick with desire. You happily obliged, eagerly settling on the floor between his legs and hastily pulling down his sweats and boxers. 

His fully hard cock sprung out, hitting his stomach, as you stared wide-eyed at his impressive length. He took a few languid strokes, smearing the precum that beaded at the tip. Both of your hands wrapped around him, leaving the rest for your mouth. 

You took a kitten lick at it, letting his bitter essence coat your tongue. When you finally closed your lips around the tip, he signed, running his fingers through his hair. You looked up at him with obedient eyes, bobbing your head up and down. He loved the way your glossy eyes shone in the light, tucking a hair behind your ear so he could see them better. His fingers combed through your hair and played with the soft ears, eliciting a small whine and a shift of your hips against your own heel. 

“Look at you, taking me so well,” his eyes were dark, admiring your efforts to please him.

He gathered the hair at the back of your head and shoved his cock all the way down your throat, your nose touching his pelvis. You looked up at him, catching the smirk on his lips. Desperately trying not to choke on him, you breathed through your nose and swallowed around his length. He groaned, releasing your head and patted on his thigh for you to come up. Your knees almost buckled under you as you stood up, his hands roughly pulling both your shorts and panties down. You stepped out of them, straddling him again as he planted another kiss on your lips. 

You grinded against his shaft, rubbing him against his own stomach, before he stilled your hips with one hand, the other coming up to grab at your neck. 

“So desperate…” he gritted through clenched teeth, cock aching to be inside of you. Dottore’s hand shifted from your hips down to your heat. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, just barely pressing into your entrance. You sighed and arched your back into him.

“God you’re so wet already? What a whore you are,” he spoke into the shell of your ear, squeezing at the sides of your throat. 

“Yes, fuck–” you fell against his chest, keening at his words. He barely lifted your hips and guided his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing through your slit before sinking the tip in. 

You let out a breathy moan, rocking your hips to try and take more of him. 

“So tight…” he threw his head back as you began to bounce on him, taking more and more of his length every time. 

He settled at the base of your tail again, tugging and rubbing, as you connected your lips with his. He found each point that made you feel a new kind of pleasure among your new accessories, for a lack of a better word. 

“You’re so big… I feel so full,” your head tilted back, you rasped through the throes of pleasure. He pushed his palm against the bulge that appeared and disappeared in your belly through every stroke, adding more pressure to your brimming pussy.

“Such a good little kitten for me,” he groaned. Between thoughts of his cock filling you up, you blushed at the idea of being his, thanking this chemical mishap for the fortunate situation you were in now. 

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded frantically in response. He lifted your shirt to your mouth, you grabbing hold of it between your teeth. His neck craned down to lick at your nipple, capturing it between his teeth. You clenched around him, feeling an onslaught of sensations beginning to push you towards the edge. 

“Please– Daddy, can I cum?” you moaned out, letting the hem of your shirt fall down. Your words were so unexpected to him– you asking him to cum, calling him Daddy– submitting to him, being his. It was all so precious. How long had he been dreaming of this moment, considering it fantasy. He twitched at your voice.

“Yes, kitten. Cum for me,” you could hear him just barely over the sounds of your thighs, coated with your slick, slapping against his hips. He tugged at your tail again, sending you tumbling from the peak. You bit into his shoulder, breaking skin with your sharp canines. He fucked you through your high, following in suit shortly after. His seed spilled inside of you, filling you up as he slowly ground your hips down onto him, fucking it deeper inside. 

You collapsed against his chest, panting and wrapping your arms around his neck. Through the haze, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was on purpose. 

“You didn’t mean to turn me into your uh-, kitten, right?” you cringed at your own words; it was just something so ridiculous. His laugh rumbled through his chest as you turned to look up at him.

“Of course not,” he pet the top of your head, your ears flicking at his touch. “but, I won’t say I wasn’t hoping that this might happen.” His lips curved into a mischievous smile. 

“You could have just asked me out, Dottore.” you teased him. 

“But isn’t being my test subject so much more fun? Much more being my pet,” He retorted in a chuckle, that sadistic side of his coming out in his smile.

“Yeah. I guess so…” You smiled up at him, closing your eyes at the peck he left on your lips.

[a-certain-romance]

Won’t you stay for a little longer? Pt2

Characters/Ships: Milf!Arlecchino x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Following your artistic passions has left you scrambling for money. So, you decide to take up babysitting as a side gig. You were supposed to leave once you get your pay, but won’t you indulge them for a little longer?

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, dominance, some dirty talk, age difference (reader24/character34), power imbalance

Link to Pt1

A/N: The first attempt at posting this wasn’t in the tags so here we go again

Work in the Fatui is known to be extremely dangerous and sometimes requires travel to other nations. While these trips are far and few, Arlecchino doesn’t have many to call upon for child care. Taking her two children with her is too big of a risk, yet leaving them in the hands of her even her most trusted subordinates leaves her just as uneasy.

It took weeks of background checks, private interviews and one-on-one meetings before she actually let you babysit. She wasn’t about to hand her kids over to a potential threat, yet the three of you seemed to get along quite well on your first meeting.

Her kids are very skilled when it comes to combat and other physical activities. You also find that they have a strong sense of ambition to become as “cool” as their mother. You help them practice stances and basic hand-to-hand combat (safely) while she’s away and you in turn have a lot more references for anatomy practice. When Arlecchino gets back from her trips, the kids excitedly show her how much they’ve improved since she’s last saw them. Once they’ve settled and dispersed, you pull Arlecchino away for a moment alone and handed her some of the drawings you’ve made. “You‘ve captured them beautifully” she mused. Letting her eyes travel off the papers and instead to you, “I’d like to commission you for a portrait. Tonight, if you have the time, how does 500,000 mora sound?”.

You came back later that night with minimal supplies. Wanting the finished piece to be perfect, you were only there for a fought sketch of what she wanted. When you knocked on the door to her estate you weren’t expecting her to be in a crimson robe, and upon further investigation only a robe. She’s attractive as hell but isn’t she cold? you think as she walks you to her chambers. She explains how the only portraits of her that exist only showed the hardened side of her, seeing that you have a prowess for art she entrusts you to paint something more…intimate. You try your best to listen attentively and keep your eyes at eye-level. “Thank you for agreeing to a simple outline for now, seeing as its late you can make the official one at a later date”

Time flies as you try to draw all her glory, only for her to say: “Do it again. Your shading is lacking, perhaps you need a more hands-on approach?”. That wouldn’t be the last night you slept with her.

Arlecchino is one of the most powerful harbingers in the Fatui and she makes sure you remember that in bed. You’re never on top, and even if you’re servicing her the tight grip in your hair reminds you that you’re below her. Her show of dominance never fails to make you shudder, one “get on your knees” and you’re putty in her hands as you sink to the floor. But despite the rough hours, Arlecchino gives you such great aftercare, drawing warm baths and massaging you once she’s satisfied.

During the times Arlecchino is in Snezhnaya, you take your work to the orphanage. While the purpose of running the orphanage is to prepare kids for a life in the Fatui, Arlecchino sees no reason why there shouldn’t be more color in their lives. Arlecchino pays you for the weekly “craft nights” you host at The House of the Hearth and every time you stop by she feels her icy exterior thaw more and more. Seeing the way you assist her kids and the ones here makes her wonder if you’d ever want to play a more permanent role in her and her kid’s lives. Maybe if she makes you scream a bit more she’ll have her answer.

[thenyxsky]

“You brought me back,” you say again, louder this time. Dottore smiles at you, his eyes fond—your body breaks out in goosebumps.

“I did,” he reaffirms.

Your brows pull together. “But this isn’t—it’s not right.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. In the next, he’s stepped forward, tugged you by the waist into a sweet, long kiss. It goes on for however long—you don’t care to count the seconds, too focused on the feeling of his mouth on yours. Gentle. Warm. Your hand goes up to wrap around the back of his neck. When he pulls away, his face is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen it.

“That’s never stopped me,” he replies. You don’t resist when he moves to press a cluster of light kisses across your collarbone.

“You’re selfish,” you say.

“I know,” he mumbles into your skin.

You swallow at a kiss by your ear. “I love you.”

He pauses, lips hovering a breath above your skin, before sinking into the crook of your neck and settling himself. His palms rest on your hips; your thumbs rub circles into his nape. It is strangely domestic—even when he is the 2nd Fatui Harbinger and you both stand in the lab he’d been using to try and bring you back to life for the past seventeen months.

It doesn’t matter. You smile into his hair when you hear it.

“I love you.”

[ajaxstar]

Valentine's ♡

characters: all playable genshin characters (except children characters like klee, dori, etc.), the eleven harbingers + tsaritsa, and kaveh x gn!reader

genres: sfw, fluff!!! (no angsty heart's day on my watch!), features types of vday dates i think they most likely will plan for the two of you after you told them that they'll be in charge

notes: it's been a while, hasn't it? this post doesn't fully imply that i'm 100% back, but i am working on it!! i haven't written anything for such a long time, so i might be getting rusty and it might show here. i used the genshin impact wikia as reference for the characters, let me know if i missed anyone!

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE : they made sure that they ran you through the whole plan without spoiling it completely to make sure you'll be comfortable during the whole day. after all, the date is for the both of you, not just for them! they want to make sure the two of you will enjoy it.

— ADVENTURING WITH YOU

they're the type to plan a date that concerns going out. they'll bring you literally everywhere they know you love — to the amusement/theme park, movies, theater, museums, mall, out of town/the country, the library, fancy meals — anywhere!! if you have a favorite hobby that concerns a few more things (sports, arts, etc.), you bet that it's in the list! it doesn't matter if it's not their cup of tea, it's in the list and they will join you, even if it includes breaking a sweat or two. throughout the whole day, they have their hands on you in any type of way that you consent. they'll keep their hand holding yours, their arms around your waist, on your shoulder — anywhere. they can't afford getting separated from you, mostly if it's a vast and/or crowded area, but also because of their desire to be close. with or without exchanging gifts, love is reciprocated.

"you are the only gift i ever want."

ꔛ albedo, amber, itto, barbara, bennett, collei, faruzan, fischl, hu tao, kazuha, ayaka, keqing, mona, nilou, ningguang, noelle, ei, razor, shenhe, thoma, aether, xiangling, xingqiu, xinyan, yoimiya, yun jin, zhongli, dottore, columbina, pantalone, pulcinella, tsaritsa, kaveh

— JUST THE TWO OF US

it has been quite a while that the both of you had the free time to just relax at home tangled in each other. food are a mix of all snacks, candies, homemades, and take outs. time is enjoyed together with indoor activities enjoyed by each other; playing games, playful banters, naps, cuddles, reading a book or two, watching shows together — anything that entertains the two of you. nothing mattered outside the walls of your shared humble abode, although going out together also seems like a good idea, the two of you are much more inclined to the thought of just the two of you. together. the past few days and weeks were spent being away from each other. however, right now, nothing and no one else mattered as the two of you bask into each other's warmth, love, and presence.

"let's stay here together for a little bit longer."

ꔛ alhaitham, beidou, candace, chongyun, cyno, diluc, eula, ganyu, gorou, jean, kaeya, ayato, sara, shinobu, layla, lisa, rosaria, kokomi, childe, tighnari, lumine, venti, wanderer, venti, xiao, yanfei, yae miko, yelan, pierro, sandrone, capitano, arlecchino

happy heart's day ♡ i hope you guys enjoyed your day !! (i sure did enjoy my day sleeping)

[diejager]

Can i request fatui hcs with Shoko from Jjk reader

This is very ooc in my opinion- there isn't much known about the Fatui Harbingers TvT

Pierro (Pierrot)

He prides himself with recruiting fatui soldiers, agents, or workers for the Tsaritsa. Being the oldest of the group, he acted as a protector, a proud watcher of the people he personally recruited in the past.

Similarly to Childe, who he pinned the Delusion on him, he catered lightly as an uncle would to his nephew like Pulcinella did to him, he cared for you for a variety of reasons. Some are more personal than professional.

Pierrot likes your professionalism while on duty, to do well meant the goodness of Snezhnaya. You do what's asked and do it well, the castle's sole doctor. A practitioner of medicine and keeping men and women from dying. They needed you, especially the new recruits and rowdy fatui agents (he lost count of how many times he's seen Tartaglia sitting on one of the many cots in your infirmary that juxtaposes the morgue - yours). If he were ever wounded, either small or big, he wouldn't think twice before going to see you, he trusts your inquiries and abilities in your profession - more so than he would with Dottore.

He often remarks on your carelessness - as he calls it - is more so your cool personality, easygoing enough to make him and others feel comfortable enough to share information; not that you'd gossip or tattletale on them, you gave your vows to their Queen a few months back. Perhaps it's the perks that came with your title, the carefulness with your patience but an open-minded and laid-back character with coworkers and friends.

You're blunt, unafraid of the consequences of your actions like most Harbingers were. He appreciates that. Although infuriating at times, he knows he could come to you with words, seeking your advice from a medical perspective, to receive truthfulness, unlike some agents that would submit to his ideas, going with it and against their morals because he's Perrio, the 1st Fatui Harbinger. He likes that about you. You'd stop at his office, dark and eerie for others (it didn't bother you, you liked it, you said, eyes adjusting to the darkness while you took in every detail of his office.), and sit on the chair facing his, tired eyes meeting his glowing ones and speak freely. He might've felt insulted if he were Scaramouche with his petty anger, but he values your insights.

Outside of work, anything related to the Fatui, you're just a regular doctor, tired and knowledgable in the human anatomy, able to tell where to hit without necessarily wanting to lift a hand and do it yourself. Even protection, you declined any. He fears you'd end up hurt by something or someone, you ingrained yourself too deeply into his life to simply vanish.

He knows you have a hidden dagger, he watched as Pantalone gave it to you with a kiss on your hand. He remembers feeling a seething pang in his chest, he was far too old for this, far older than you to have a moral relationship - though it wouldn't stop him if you wanted one with him.

Hopefully, you'd want that, want him as he wants you. However, being able to see you every day, talk with you and shake hands are enough for now. He's satisfied with that much at the moment.

Il Dottore

The second Fatui Harbinger to meet you when you crossed the doors. A doctor he calls himself, a self-made genius with a pompous air - he has nothing to hide because his prowess made up for his asshole-like personality. He likes to refer to himself as the only doctor in the compound - used to before you came along - mirthful of his scientific novelties and every speck of magic he could make without a vision.

He's a little jarring on the first meetings, snide and envious. The amount of shoving and shoulder bumps he gave you was innumerable, Pierrot found it useless and glared at him, but you didn't bother. He often stayed in his laboratory than wander the place for wounded people.

He's passed the point of rivalry after a few months, coming and going to see whether you have time to assist him when he saw the plethora of anatomy books and science-related subjects he saw in your office - you remember his approving nod the first time he visited (plus Pantalone's praises about you).

Dottore regularly stops by to initiate a scientific debate - as he calls it - and asks for your insights, sometimes taking a corpse or two with him to test his discoveries. He likes to know he could walk up to you and incite a morbid, but anatomical hypothesis without disgusting you with his derogative terms of the dead and every little, ghoulish detail of his experiments. You even acknowledge his findings and help as much as you could, small details he kissed about it on paper or on his live subjects.

He can and will talk shit about others in your presence and you'd laugh, maybe add a bit to his insults. He admires your ability to differentiate your personal relationships with your work, calm and calculating, near cunning when you're wearing your coat and gloves, but a sweet-talker with a cool countenance when you shed your shell.

He brags if he can, you'd listen to him drone away, bobbing and humming, perhaps criticize him here and there. He finds it entertaining, it's fun seeing Signora or Scaramouche scoff at him when he's talking so brutally about them; or when Sandrone's usual calmness morphs into a glare his way; or even Columbina's forced smile.

If he could, Dottore probably wouldn't want to spend a second away from your infirmary, maybe ask to have his lab moved near yours. He can already Invision the chaos you'd both create! How fun.

Columbina

The aura she gives off is... weird and inexplicably unease, even for you, though you try to see past the character they build for themselves. She's aware of that; she, along with Dottore and Pierrot, hold much - too much - power on their own and she appreciates your efforts.

She sings, and she likes to, it gives her an air of a damsel and fits to her moniker and her appearance, but she likes singing and wants to have people listen to her. You do, she could walk through your door and chirp as long as she wants in your office while you work, you don't shoo her away, or push her out, but back and sneer at her. You let her sit on your duvet sofa against your wall and sing to you while you deal with paperwork.

Columbina shows - at least she tries her best to - all her to you, her true self, and her Damselette, the sickeningly sweet and petite girl people know her for. She learned to trust you with her secrets, having witnessed your pledge to the Tsaritsa. She saw the honesty and loyalty in your eyes - perhaps it was towards the Tsaritsa alone but she hoped she counted - and how you bowed low for her.

She'd try to coerce you to disclose some private knowledge on a few faceless agents within the castle, for they were little secrets, but you stared at her with this deadpanned look that she hadn't received in a long while - not since she became a Harbinger. Many times you declined her, saying that you were a doctor before a fatui, and that information about every patient was private matters shared only to close relatives or the patient itself.

Then, she knew she could trust you, and she does now. She pops in more often, hair flowing behind her with a gentle smile, not like her usual one, it's more genuine, honest like she's with you.

It was a rocky start, but now and then, she slipped up, and Damselette cracked lightly, telling you her fears, her pains, her sorrows. She was glad and still is that you support her unconditionally. If she's in your office and someone knocks, you ask them to come back later, if it's an emergency, you deal with it and come back to see her afterward.

You're a loyal and caring person, sarcastic at times but bluntly truthful in a way that makes people believe in you, and it's often that she finds herself wondering if you'd have those characteristics towards a lover - if you have one. If not, she wants to know if you'd take her, and welcome her as a lover as you do with your patients: warm and reassuring arms.

Il Capitano

He upholds a strong unit and responsibility within the fatui, strong-willed and powerful in his ranks. He oversees most recruits but never you, you're any soldier or fighter, you don't hold - nor would you, as you once told him - any weapon except your scalpel and knowledge. He acknowledges that and respects you for it.

Your sense of justice isn't far from what he has, similar to his. He finds that respectable too. You stand for what you believe and do as you're told spectacularly. There are many things about you he can, and will, respect.

He doesn't talk much, only barking orders and growling at others, questioning them and grunting. Though he doesn't shy from others, you don't either, that's a sight he finds himself looking at often.

He takes reports from you on his soldiers, if they're overworked if they're sick if they're dying if anything happens to them. It's his duty to ensure that his soldiers are in top condition to work and fight; the better the health, the better the soldier. Your handwritten reports are neat, clean, and straight to a fault that he might envy you for it. Oral reports are less common but do occur, your voice is unwavering, back straight and you're blunt, forwarding information without a stutter or mistake.

He sees that you take your job seriously, with care and finesse. Your office and infirmary are sterile and orderly, same for his own office and home.

Perhaps he doesn't speak to you often outside of work, he tries to have a few casual conversations without seeming inappropriate - although he wants to be able to drone about things he witnessed in his time, wants to speak freely, and share things with you.

He hears from some agents that you're a good listener, that you keep everything private, under wrap, and contained inside your memory. He wants to have a try at it, but he's skittish about opening up.

He plans and calculates the risks, overseeing whether anything might hurt him, and he comes up with one too many what ifs in his mind. Maybe it's fear that makes him hesitate, stop and think instead of act. In the end, however, like everyone else, he enjoys your presence, and he respects you as others admire you.

He knows he's uptight, too serious with a stick up his ass, but you've told him many times that it doesn't matter, you like him for who he is. He feels pride swells in his chest whenever he's reminded of that sentence.

He never shows his face, you've never seen it, though you publically show your liking for his hair. He hides beneath his armor and mask, cloaked for protection, and you accept him for that.

He can't help but wonder if you'd take him, taking him in and letting him lead as he's used to doing. Cary you with him, move alongside you, let you take charge as much as he wants to.

Pulcinella

This old coot has an eye for treasures and a knack for finding valuable assets and predicting where they'd go. He hadn't found you first, but he could see that you'd be useful when he caught sight of you walking down the hall, clip in hand with Capitano in tow.

The cold and calculative side of him urges him to exploit you and find what he can do to help advance the process he has in mind. To make you better faster. You were nothing but a valuable asset that rivaled Dottore's intelligence.

Approaching you was the best option, converse and learn from you so that could learn from him, but you were perfectly capable of doing whatever he had in mind; you did them better than he first assumed, dare he say.

You were curt, unabashed with your words towards him that made his brows lift and pointed nose twitch with surprise. You are good at this.

He started seeing Dottore appear more often at your door, Columbina as well as Signora, the captain at times, and a scowling Scaramouche that glares at him. Pantalone's a sight he sees more outside your office, in halls, and library/archives. You can make people open up, something he hadn't expected, he could work with that but reminded himself that he needed to be aware of his actions.

Whatever words he told himself are now forgotten, and he finds himself buying more treats than Childe's siblings needs, saving some to drop off at yours after his visit. The casual glances he sends your way with warmth in his golden irises multiply by the day.

He even, unknowingly, ushers you onto a cot when he sees the dark - darker - circles under your eyes, worry making him take care of you as you do with others.

He tries to take care of whatever he finds useless that you have, if he walks into your office and sees a mass of paperwork to stamp, one that anyone can do, he takes care of it; if he sees agents bothering you about medical supplies, he leads them to Dottore for him to mark everything missing or nearly finished; and if he sees you still at your desk past 10 pm, he walks you home.

He waddles after you like a penguin, it's almost adorable. Pulcinella dots on you like a caring father, he "hovers" over your shoulder with worried glances and warning glares towards the Harbingers vying for your attention.

Scaramouche

Anger incarnated in a midget, that's what he was and still is, grouchy and leering towards everyone, spitting and glaring whenever the moment arises because they "annoy" him - or so he says.

His disagreeable personality made people steer clear of him as he did with others unless he needs them. He's aware that no one likes him and he doesn't care; nor does he care how they think of him, or you.

Like every other human on Teyvat, you're an insignificant being that's been blessed enough to be near him. He sees you walking in the halls, the main lobby, or the library, you're like an annoying bug that keeps appearing where he is in the first weeks of your employment.

Unlike the others though, you keep to yourself, you don't tremble in his presence and you don't even bother glancing his way. Somehow, that irks him more than you being afraid of him or trying to appeal to him for his favor. You don't speak to him once at all.

Until he needed to speak to you about something, he never made a move to approach you, cranky and venom-spitting every word that goes through his mind. You stared at him with such a bored and tired expression that it almost made him flinch back when he gazed at you. No one ever gave him that look after he screamed at them. You answered back with a cold monotone voice that made him doubt if you were human or not.

You surprise him at every turn, and he comes out fuming and angrier than he went in, but you always did as you were told- without mistakes. He's pleasingly satisfied by that aspect of you.

Through all the anger and pain, he learns that you can be trusted, that you're someone that keeps their word and worked well alone or with others. He's surprised to know that you pledged to the Tsaritsa, he thought you were just a doctor employed by Pierrot, not someone who'd met the Archon and works directly under her like the Harbingers. He's seen how the soldiers and agents treat you, like one of the Harbingers.

Given months to adapt to you and your work, he glances at you from time to time with bothered eyes. You fought back, yet you submissively did as you were told, with perfection. You listened well, worked well, and didn't bow down in fear like all soldiers.

He learns to accept you, let you work for and with him, little cracks through his shell to protect the pain and betrayal of the past. He's not perfect, nor are you, but he likes that, helps make sense of his abandonment.

He's a bit shy, skittish and awkward with his emotions, but surely, he'll work on that if it means a better understanding between the 2 of you. He's jumpy when he fully opens up, flinches, and backs away if he shows too much, or shakes and turns red when he's in physical contact with you for longer than necessary.

He reminds you of a cat, loves you, but has this weird way of showing it, by hissing, swiping, and scratching you. All with love. He's a tsundere, honestly. That's why he doesn't try his luck by going for something bigger than he currently has. Scared of losing what he has while achieving something greater.

Sandrone

A mechanical genius in the mids of prodigies, Sandrone works with automatons and anything robotic she can get her hands on. She's smart and has created - built from scratch - weapons that have proved useful to the fatui.

She's sassy, sometimes snappy, and spites people because they've angered or annoyed her, which is almost everyone in her mind. You're part of the small exceptions, you don't outwardly engage her or bother her if you don't need to, you keep to yourself and never approached her. She's usually the one to go see you for a small wound by scraps and metal from her forge.

You treat her delicately, with gentle hands and nimble fingers that make her wonder how you'd do as a mechanic. Meticulous with your tools, you work wonders, miracles that Dottore would never be able to. She likes to compare you to the deluded scientist, and paints you as the better one, deserving of the title of The Doctor.

She's intrigued by you, your intricacies, your interests, your quirks, and the things that make you - you. She, like Dottore, finds interest in your intellect, your knowledge of the subject.

When she has time, she'll bring a manual to your office, have you read it, and tell her your thoughts. You tell her if you don't understand something, you don't play coy and act as if you understood or shrug your shoulders because you don't care.

You tell her your mind as she does with you, and she finds comfort that you don't hide, don't fake, and don't take advantage of her, you take her for her. You let her spew her smilingly insane plans and ideas for the use of her automatons, she shares everything she has with you before bringing it to life. Your inputs are useful, it's a different and clear-minded point of view.

She wants to take it off, take you by the hand and pull you out of your little office, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Harbingers and the late nights that give you dark circles. Sandrone wants to make your dreams come true, bring comfort, and shower you with care.

La Signora

Proud and graceful in nature, Signora first sneers at you, wary and unconvinced of your abilities. She stands high and nightly like her title says: a lady.

She's rarely home, often traveling to other regions for business and building relationships with the leading figures. This puts her at a disadvantage in seeing your work in person or regularly.

Through word of mouth, she learns of your accomplishments within the Fatui and the Harbingers, catching their hearts so easily that she almost scoffs at the news - no, actually, she did scoff to squirming agents.

Back from Mondstadt, she struts through the halls, deciding to stay home for a few weeks, 3 months at most. She's able to see your magic at work, fixing and mending broken bones, wrapping and stitching wounds, and manages to do all that every day, nearly 12 hours a day, and still have a clean work habit and working area. You don't snap at her when she sneers at you, you nod and fire back bluntly without any emotions about her ways and what she could do to better herself.

Shock, unyielding shock at your character, though it was refreshing from the shivering agents and the hateful Harbingers around her.

Given a few weeks, she sees the best of you, and slowly, finds herself on the sofa across your office, ranting about something that's been burdening her the past days, a sad frown on her face and clenched fists.

She stops by regularly, to rant or talk, discuss something she found interesting during her business voyage outside Snezhnaya.

She even lets you call her by her namesake, her given name: Rosalyne. She likes to hear it leave your mouth, sounding perfect when it hits her ears. She feels more grateful for the Tsaritsa's grace for letting her meet you, one of the goodness in the cold world she lives in.

Her heart burns as fiery as the fire in her soul, maybe brighter than the flames of the Crimson Witch when she holds your hands, when she speaks to you or when she tentatively smiles at you. Her heart taps at her ribs, pumping loudly in her ears, tipping them red.

She wants to take you, have you, and feel you in her arms as she takes care of your aches. Cold, she is to others; hot and caring, she is to you, a romantic and dedicating lover she'd be for you- if you'd take her.

Pantalone

He's an ambitious man with big plans, somewhat likable compared to some Harbingers, nicer and more compliment-giving than the rest.

He's rich and smart, the richest of all Harbingers with the economic power of the nation, he deals with trade and banking; a poor child turned a rich man.

You're someone he likes, easy on the eyes, and not too difficult to deal with. He can smile and you'll tilt your head in acknowledgment. You send clean lists of medicine and tools you need for the infirmary, easy to read and understand, unlike Dottore's chicken scribbles on his financial reports.

He took these moments to get to know you, try and find out a bit of your history, to know your likes and dislikes with mutual friendship in mind. He sponsors you with your ideas for medical upgrades, he says that they're good ideas. Pantalone decides to add surprises to your orders too.

A pretty necklace on the second month, made of sharp and cool blues that matches his clothes. Earings with the same shades as the first the next month, gifted by his hands in a velvet box.

He spoke highly of you to Dottore, someone he started liking and wanted to spoil rotten. As someone who he works with, he found it rational to ensure that you both became closer - enough that Dottore stays a friend and him your lover - to make things easier.

He sends you invites to his luxurious house when he can, or to eat out at a nice restaurant in Snezhnaya, on his account, always. Anything you want, he buys; if you hint or he feels that you might need, you'll find it on your desk the next day with a romantic letter accompanying it.

Pantalone's the type that'll spoil you with material goods without wanting anything but your devotion to him, your love, and help - if he even get wounded (as a banker and without vision, he doesn't do anything on the frontlines like Signora or Tartaglia, he sits at the farthest back and finances anything they'll need for their work).

He is a materialistic lover who gives and gives; he bathes you in luxuries wherever and whenever he can, and he likes doting on you. Unlike the rest, he's gentler than them, almost more human than the others since he calls himself a banker and not a fighter.

Arlecchino

She has this dark side to her, one that's mentioned by a few Harbingers, her hunger for power over others; not unlike Pantalone's hunger for equality between humans and archons.

Although her face stays passive most - if not all - times, her voice portrays a different story. She speaks with disdain about businessmen and dignitaries, people with money who don't see the world outside of the comforts of their homes. Arlecchino hates them for that, detests them.

You're neither rich nor do you see the world outside the castle, but your work of line involves those that do, you mend the wounds of soldiers that go farther than their region's limits, across the sea and into foreign lands.

You don't feel, but you see and sympathize with them and those that risk their lives on strange lands, in a way, you could understand where she stands - she wants you to.

She sees you walk past her in hallways, nose deep into your notepad; names and conditions with the cures and remedies needed when she glanced sideways, some recognize, others are strangers. The pinch of your brows shows the frustration you feel about the situation, you told her so when she walked into the infirmary with you whispering under your breath about how everyone keeps getting wounded.

Your voice is monotone when you talk to her, she almost scoffs at the similarities between you and her. She would hug you if it was her thing.

She's seen your work, when she's not busy, she leans against a wall near the entrance and watches you work with careful and delicate hands on the pained and suffering fatui. The dedication you have for the weaker makes her heart thrum, and beat with the sympathy you show - though she empathizes, you sympathize.

It's a snail-like process, she's slow but steady, and Arlecchino moves only with certain steps and ensures that she would have what she wants.

She wants to slowly insert herself into your life, and make you adjust to her and her cold appearance. There's so much of herself that you might not know about, but she wants you to know her, not the one people tell you about.

Tartaglia

You're a few years older than him, maybe 2 or 3, it's not that high of a difference in his mind. Though he's known you far longer than that, he still remembers the smile you gave when you treated his wounds.

He goes to you with any aches he gets, from minor headaches to bloody lacerations, and you'd get him patched up and a sugary treat. Who in their right mind would reject the possibility of getting treated and a reward for his fights? Definitely not him.

He tried his best to follow you or stay near you when he could before his ascension, using the thrill and adrenaline in his body to battle without regard to his body, collecting scars each time for you to fix. Being shirtless in his shorts as you fixed him up, by his back towards you while he kicked his legs and talked about his family.

He's overjoyed that you ask about his family when you meet, he hadn't found time to invite you over until he formally became a Harbinger. He invites you to dinner once a week if you're available, you're surprisingly good with children even though you shrink back from the overly excited moments you witness. Like Pulcinella, you bring some treats along you, yours healthier than the old coot.

He talks to you as if you've known him his whole life - at least his fatui life. Freedom of speech he lets himself have in your presence that he wouldn't be able to have with the other Harbingers or the Tsaritsa. He'll sling his arm around your shoulder, pushing against you, and cackle at whatever you said that he finds funny.

He has a cocky and loud charisma around strangers, friendly even; stone cold and mean with other Harbingers, he hates some as much as they hate them. Although changing, he shows you all the facades he puts along his real one, caring and warm.

He's the youngest, he knows, his eyes lack the warmth others hold and his smiles can seem uncannily inhuman at times, but he hopes you'll give him a chance. He knows the highs and lows of human beings, his too, you'd always be there for him and he wants to be there for you too.

His parents like you, and his siblings too. Everyone feels like you have a place in their household. His dad encouraged him to act on his feelings, to tell you (but he fears rejection, a contrast to his usual arrogance, he might stutter or his cheeks might burn too brightly if he ever confesses) and his mom subtlety winks at him whenever she invites you over for diner and drinks the next night.

He could take you ice fishing, hunting, or seeing the world and the different techniques physicians and doctors use in other regions. He's sure you'd like it if you accepted his offer.

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I love Dottore who's being soft with his Darling and im obsesses with his Darling being with him since they were in academia or longer. like Dottore is alway a Tsundere and act like he hate nickname his Darling gave him but as the time passed by if his Darling called him other than his nickname he wont respond or acknowledge that they called him? When he realized he just kick them outta his lab XD

Oh my, I'm sorry for the late response! Been a bit busy lately. But omg I 100% agree with you. Dottore being a softie teddy bear with his Darling makes my knees weak. I don't know what it is but something about the trope "Big villian guys being soft for their darling" is just so MUWAH <3 And yes! I can totally see Dottore as a Tsundere (especially back in his Akademiya days) I can imagine him being so flustered and embarrassed when Darling called him by a silly nickname! This inspired me to write a little something <3

"Hey, Zandik." You called out.

Standing next to you was your lover. You were watching as he hunched over the counter, examining the new concoction he had made. To your dismay, however, it seemed like he didn't hear you.

"Zandik?" You called again. And yet, he didn't respond, nor did he make any motion of acknowledging it. His hand was still under his chin and his brows furrowed in deep concentration.

"Zanny bear?"

He head lifted slightly at that name before he tsked.

"I told you I despise that name," he grumbled.

"Well, I tried calling you by your name two times and you didn't respond!" You said, but then smirked and continued, "You said you hate it... Yet, you only respond when I call you that..."

He turned his head to you and glared a little, "What are you trying to imply?"

"I don't know. It seems like you secretly like it, but who knows?" You teased.

His movements halted at that, his cheeks were painted with a subtle pink but you could still notice it.

"Wait, don't tell me—"

"Get out."

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Capitano x Nun!Reader

Hello minna! I have another shortfic of my nun reader brainrot xD This is also an extension of my contribution for Valentine's Day ♡ Do enjoy reading as this is told from Capitano's POV

Content: Fluff, NSFW implications, Slight Angst, Religious Sacrilege, TW for Blood

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"Archon of mine, Tsaritsa, Your Majesty forgive me for I have fallen from grace."

Capitano knelt down with one knee, a hand gripping onto his sword pierced into the soft grassy ground. He lowers his head as he prays to the ever cold and beloved Cryo Archon asking for mercy.

Capitano's loyalty is questioned by none other than himself. He worships his archon and yet he wanted to put you in a pedestal instead.

The first time you two ever met was when some knights and his own men fought each other for petty reasons. He had assessed the situation and the knights were to blame for starting the fight. Oh how he recalls the way you blocked his sword from ever touching those knights

Capitano raised his sword his gaze is cold towards the knights who kept begging for mercy. He never would give that because they were the ones who instigated the fight and dishonored his soldiers. His grip tighten and his sword moves downwards.

"That is enough."

A threatening voice came from a woman as a bright red glow of an arrow blocked his sword from ever hitting the knights.

He whips his head to the direction where the arrow came from. And there he saw you standing up from the hill. You held a bow in a firing position and the veil on your head flow with the wind uncovering your face.

"Who gave you the right to judge them to death for a petty squabble?"

You had a calm expression but your face betrayed the fire in your eyes that sent chills down Capitano's spine.

"What do you propose to do?" He lowers his sword as stands tall.

"A duel."

The Fatui under his lead laughed underestimating a nun. Meanwhile the Knights of Favonius were relieved that you would save them. It was an odd reaction  considering he is deemed as the strongest human alive.

Are you powerful enough to beat him?

"Very well, state your conditions of this duel as I would honor a tradition in your homeland."

Capitano couldn't forget how he still could feel the pump of his heart getting louder as he anticipated a fight of his liftetime. No one would dare have a duel with him without knowing they would lose. Oh how he is excited to see what you're capable of.

At that time he didn't know that he had mistaken the thrill of battle for his growing affections.

"The day she defeated me was the first time I have ever began to admire her..."

How could he really avoid falling for an absolute ferocious fighter? You had outsmarted him in that duel, his men called her a cheater but to him, you just bended the rules to compensate for your lack in brute force.

And then Captain's admiration grew stronger when he had tried to get to know you.

"I have fallen for a Nun that worships the Anemo Archon. Her smile is bright, her eyes are bewitching, and her soul burns with passion."

Everything about you deserves to be worshipped not because of your fearless encounter with him. But because of how he had came to admire you entirely.

That's why his prayer is not asking for repentance but forgiveness and guidance for his feelings.

Normally the Captain is neither excited nor disappointed if he is sent out on expeditions. He would treat missions as such and emotions weren't needed in the battlefield. However he broke this habit of his when visited Mondstadt... He is rather excited to see you again.

A fiery arrow flew fast towards Capitano's helm but he managed to catch it before it could hit him. Beneath his mask he smirks at the sudden attack towards him. A rather amusing situation he is in right now.

"Did I surprise you?"

He asks, but he didn't take any insult that you tried to shoot him. You were rather cautious and shown that you distrust him.

"Very much so, I thought a Lawachurl is heading this way but it was only you." Youu never lowered your bow and kept your stance ready to fire another arrow at him if he gets to close. "State your business, Harbinger of Snezhnaya."

Yes this was indeed a good trait of yours, at least he is assured that you could handle yourself.

"I would like to have another duel."

If he could teach you how to defend yourself against stronger opponents he reassured you would be there to greet him the next time he is in Mondstadt

Although he would prefer if you wouldn't try and kill him everytime he approaches you.

That was the moment where your relationship with the Captain improved. A second duel became third, fourth, and so on. Having to battle each other refined a strong bond between the two of you. Capitano doesn't realize it but because of him you managed to finally feel free in the nation of freedom.

"Sister (Y/N)'s life in Mondstadt wasn't kind to her just like as my own hometown wasn't kind to me. In her presecence and in her arms I found a kindred spirit. I could only hope she also found comfort in me."

He contemplates about how you both became close and how you opened up to him about your situation.

In all honesty, the pyro vision that hanged by your neck didn't fit your situation at all. But it fit the fierceness in your soul in which Captano had really liked about you. However despite having blessed with a vision, you were also cursed.

You were a little dove shackled inside her cage.

"To prove to them I can be of use, I decided to hunt down the The Great Snowboar King in Dragonspine." You were having a small smile on your lips as if the time of your hardships is the very reason why you are here today. "And that was when I got my vision." You caress the glowing pyro vision on your chest.

Capitano reaches out for them and you let him touch your vision. It was proof of your ambition to fight for the life you deserve.

"I was so excited to show it to my father and mother hoping that my vision would release me from the shackles that binded my freedom." Your expression became sad once more and it ache Capitano's heart to see you in such state.

"I damned myself because they put me in a cage." You talk as if your vision is blessing and yet it is also a curse. "The saving grace I only had when the Grand Master of the Knights offered me a position in the Church. It gave me a little taste of this nation's freedom. And despite everything I can still feel the cage on my hands and the shackles on my feet binding me."

Grand Master Varka is a person that Capitano often hear from you with words of admiration. At first he often wonder if this Varka is the one whom you love. Only to find out he is also the sole reason of why you were able to have this conversation with him.

Perhaps Capitano can give you the freedom you always wanted.

"Forgive me, my story got so depressing, the point is I'm not really what you had imagined me to be. I'm just a poor little dove who's just there hoping for anyone... anyone to free me."

Capitano reached out for your cheek, he brushes your veil, and with a nod of approval he removes the headpiece entirely.

Though he always sees your face he never had seen you this vunerable. Without the veil covering your entire head it felt like he was seeing another side of you. A side of you that showed him your true feelings, one that he is honored to see.

"Thank you for wiping my tears, I think I feel better now that you heard my story."

And when you held his hand that was on your cheek and kiss his knuckles. Capitano is blushing underneath the dark void of his mask.

Another kiss is then placed on the side of his helm... and Capitano knew he is doomed to always think about how your kisses would feel against his lips.

Ever since the day you opened up to Capitano, you already gave your full trust to him. Only he had doubt it because he felt like he is unworthy of that trust. You trusted him thinking you finally had a kindred spirit and a friend. Capitano on the other hand thought about wanting you as a lover.

Perhaps it's the fact you weren't afraid and able to stand up for yourself against him. He is able to see someone eye to eye, metaphorically of course since you're rather shorter than him. But even if your height only reached his chest, he somehow feels like he is smaller to you.

"Is this how love would punish me? Or is this how its suppose to feel? Tell me Your Majesty... Do I see myself beneath her or do I see myself in doubt?"

How he hated to feel that way, confused and utterly lost on what to do next. When you approached him that day in his camp on Dragonspine, all his doubts were erased.

Remembering whay happened that night, he then continues his prayers to the Tsaritsa.

"If you are hearing my prayer Archon of mine, forgive me for I have deeply sinned in the name of love... my feelings caused me to desecrate her virtue." He knows that you were vowed to remain untouched and pure in honor of your worship to the Anemo Archon. And yet he destroyed your promise... just as how he destroyed his own vows to the Tsaritsa.

The Captain questioned his own loyalty because he feels like he is irrational when it comes to you.

"Dear Tsaritsa is it really a sin to have love (Y/N)?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

Capitano drops his pen on his desk as he stares at you blankly. And luckily for him his helmet masked his flustered state. He certainly didn't expect you to visit him so late at night.

If a woman visits a man at this hour it would mean...

Oh nevermind that you were bleeding through your white uniform.

"Who did this you?" He stands up striding towards you holding your chin up to his.

The dark void of his mask studies your features, you were utterly healed and yet the look of your eyes tells him you're in pain. Despite having shown a calm anger, Capitano's hands were shaking.

"The Lawrence Clan..." He whispered the name of your family as he then releasss his hold onto you. He was about to leave his tent when you suddenly embraced him from the back.

"Please don't... I don't need you to avenge me Capitano remember I can heal myself." Yes your pyro vision could heal yout physical injuries but it couldn't heal the ache in your heart. "I came here because... you're the only one I can trust. I just really wanted to see you..."

Capitano's anger dissipated as he could hear how utterly needy you were of him. He doesn't mind that you had come to him for comfort. By all means... he already decided you could use him for your own happiness and comfort.

And yet...

Why is does it feel like he's using you for his own selfish reasons? Especially when he had suggested to go to a more private place... like the cave of Starglow Cavern. How utterly perverse his ways are.

Could he really think that way when his cock is buried deep within the walls of your tight pussy? And yet you were enjoying this act of sin.

Your moans were loud and your mind went blank as he kept pounding deep inside you. The cold stone walls and his sturdy chest trapped you in a haze of pleasure.

Capitano whispers sweet words against your ear as he shifts the position. He sits on the makeshift bed and let his cock bury even deeper inside you.

It hit a delicious spot making you scream.

The way your mouth gape made Capitano swallow, you were utterly undressed while he only discarded his layered coat and armor. You had shown your soul to him first and now your body as well.

He only had shown you his heart filled with affection. "Before we start again, would you kindly remove my helmet my little blaze?" Even with his growing hesitation... he could trust that you wouldn't be disgusted with what you would see.

"Are you sure?" You ask in shock by his request.

"Absolutely, I want to kiss you (Y/N)." He huskily whispers as his thumb trace circles on your already bruised hips.

He could feel your small hands making an effort to remove the heavy helmet. And when you did remove it, Capitano didn't look away. He wanted you to see that he too is a human.

"You're breathtaking." You whisper as you craddle his face on your palms and press your lips against his.

Capitano breath's hitch as he had finally got a taste of your soft lips. His cock twitch inside your pussy causing you to whimper a moan. His tongue then slithered inside your mouth as his hand kept your chin in place.

He kisses you passionately and you returned those ferocious emotions as well. The grip on your hips tightened as he wraps his free hand around your waist bringing your hips down.

"C-Capitano!" You moan loudly as he started to thrust his hips again. Hands flew onto his shoulder gripping on them tightly leaving scratch marks in their wake.

Capitano didn't think anymore and neither did you as well. All you two ever wanted is each other, kindred spirits connected in each others body. You both chase the pleasure in exploring each others bodies that night until one of you can no longer stay conscious.

Capitano rose from his feet and stood up, his prayer is about to end. "How utterly foolish I was to have bedded her in amidst of her vows. But I would not regret that night as she had accepted me as I am." He turns back to the city of Mondstadt with a heavy heart.

"Though she have rejected my marriage proposal, may she find freedom with what I had done for her. Dear Tsaritsa... I pray that I would not love anyone else but her. No one could ever make me feel this way again."

He couldn't blame you honestly, for what could he offer other than a marriage of convenience? A marriage when he isn't home most of the time? A marriage where he may die one day and leave you all alone? A marriage of love... that he wouldn't have.

"Marry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly and I only wish that you will have me at your side."

Capitano could feel the thumping of his heart getting louder and his hands were trembling in nervousness. He confessed about his love then proposed to have you be free of your family's burdens.

You on the other hand suddenly froze as you let go of his hold. You bring your hands near your chest not knowing how to respond to his proposal.

"If I were to be your wife, you will treat me as your equal?" You grip onto your long white dress.

"I want you to always be there just like how we've been doing as always." He answers immediately and it sounded nice, the duels, the battles, the sharing of stories with his comrades, and the soft kisses being secretly shared.

And yet that newly found freedom scared you.

"Capitano I... I don't know."

The Harbinger is shattered by your indirect rejection. He kept his composure well and remained standing tall.

"I see but if you would ever change your mind I would still be here before sunrise tomorrow. Her Majesty is calling me back in Snezhnaya." He replies and the tone of his voice is filled with disappointment but with a heavy heart... he must accept your decision.

"Will you come back?" You were absolutely lost and yet hopeful, despite not being able to give an answer... Capitano is pleased that you would want to see him again.

"I will."

He answers while gently caressing your cheek with the knuckles of his armored fingers.

Capitano lied, he never will come back, he already have a letter sent to him by the Jester. They were going to have him stay within Snezhnaya for quite a while. Missions by the motherland always takes years to finish. But he doesn't want you to feel like he's making you come with him impulsively.

If you want him... then by all means come tomorrow before sunrise. Only that way he would be reassured that you came to him because you love him not because you have any choice.

"That is all what I say to my prayers to you, Your Majesty. May you guide my journey back to the homeland." Capitano looked up into the sky and it was almost time for the fake sky to began to glow bright again.

He would leave Mondstadt today with a heavy heart. But at least he would leave with reassurance that you will not suffer in the hands of the Lawrence Clan ever again.

It was a few hours after you had seemingly rejected his proposal. He barged into the estate of the Lawrence Clan. With his sheer intimidation and use of power imbalance your parents released their hold onto you. He is able to gain your freedom, he knew that marriage might not be an option.

Capitano may be ruthless in the battlefield but in the duel of gaining your heart... he would let your happiness win. That is why he opened the cage you had settled in and broke the chains that shackled you.

You were now a free little dove and if he wouldn't be part of your new life... then so be it. As long as you were going to fly and see the world in your own eyes. Just as you had always dreamed since you were a child.

"Let us depart, my comrades."

Capitano pulls the reins of his horse as the rest of the Fatui soldiers followed after his lead.

He would never look back in Mondstadt again because all he could ever remember is your smile. One that he would never see again... he would waste in his lonely desolate tower of melancholic heavy heart. He awaits by an open door and fools himself you'll walk right in and be with him for evermore.

"CAPITANO!!!"

Oh how wrong he was as he heard your voice call out to him.

Capitano turns his head up and saw that there is a bright light that illuminated the road. It wasn't the fake sun but it was you who embodied your pyro vision. You were finally a free little dove as fiery red feathers surrounded your body in the shape of a flying bird.

As the pyro died down around your body, Capitano is smiling behind his mask as he opens his arms to catch you. He was waiting for this ever since the day you had defeated him in a duel.

"My answer is yes, I want to marry you."

You place a kiss on his helm making him rumble a deep chuckle. He gently nudges your cheek with his helm as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly.

He would never let you go now that you were his.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"And I love you too, Captain."

You were finally his and Capitano is finally yours and together you'll be with each other for evermore.

A/N: ayo i am absolutely tipsy rn so I don't know how tf did this shortfic came out I'll probably edit this tomorrow once I'm sober in case there are any errors lmaooo Anyways don't drink and type fanfics 💀

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Guys can you help me find a fanfic???

It's basically a dottore x mermaid reader where dottore ship crashes and we find him and save him

Also he gives us his blue vile earring thing

And we touch his gloved

I've been quite literally trying to find this pls help 😞

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Money Talks

The Regrator appreciates all of his wares and his treasures, as I'm sure you're aware.

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"Let me see the back, darling."

Turning so your backside faced him, you looked over your shoulder to gage his reaction, a smile coming to his lips as he nodded his head, pleased with how the suit looked on you.

"Come here."

A proud smile on your face, you turned and strode towards him, stopping before where he sat in his plush seat. His hands came to run along your body, starting at your legs and moving over the cusp of your butt, fingers pulling the tucked shirt out of your pants so his cold gloves could trail across your skin. You jumped slightly at the sudden chill, pulling a laugh from him as you grabbed his shoulders, trying not to lean forward into him as you felt a bit weak in the knees when his hands ghosted over your stomach.

"My Lord.." You breathed out, trying to regain your composure as he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head against your stomach with his head tilted up so he could look you in the eyes with a teasing glint to his gaze.

"Hmm..?"

"We'll miss the reservation if we don't leave soon." The slight drop of his smile almost made the corner of your lips turn up in amusement.

"We can't have that now..can we?" Pantalone released his hold on you, standing up from his seat, forcing you to back up a few steps so you didn't fall over at the proximity.

"I'll go pay and then we can leave..finish getting ready."

You watched him leave with a bashful expression, almost letting out a dreamy sigh that would've definitely boosted his ego if he had still been in the room. You could've never hoped to have a better man by your side, he paid for everything you needed, and all you had to do was keep him company whenever he was around and warm his bed for when he wasn't.

Retucking the black shirt into your black slacks, you grabbed the customized jacket and pulled it on, it held most of the color for this expensive outfit with various shades of dark blues and greys, fitted so it hugged your body just right without being too tight it was uncomfortable. You were trying to fix up your hair when Pantalone walked back in, a pleased expression on his face as he looked you over.

"Beautiful." He stated as he walked up to you and began running his hands over the fabric to make sure everything was just right.

While he did so, you started to ramble on about how nervous but excited you were. This restaurant was new and already had a huge reputation, there would be a lot of attention on you for coming in with The Regrator himself. The thought of all that attention made you anxious, but you were happy to spend time with Pantalone whenever you could. Especially with how busy he'd become lately.

Pantalone smiled at your behavior, he couldn't lie that at first it annoyed him, but he grew to appreciate everything you offered. You weren't even looking directly into his eyes anymore, staring off behind him while you talked as if you were talking to a hidden camera or something along those lines.

Chuckling, he wrapped a hand around your tie and pulled, forcing your eyes back to him. "Dearest, everything will be just fine. If anyone makes you feel any less than you know you are.." he pulled you closer, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless as he pulled back.

"Then they'll learn not to disrespect the Fatui Harbingers in any way. Especially those who mean so much to them."

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♯ Valley Underneath

What; Arlecchino, the Knave, always has her eyes on you for a long time now, thus. With a 'caring' nature, she spoiled you mercilessly.

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When the Knave, Arlecchino saw you always hanging around those children from the orphanage, she never really acknowledge it at first but when days to weeks passed by, she seem to be enlightened why do you always have the smile on your face. It made her question everything.

Then she assumed that you're just like that, so she let it be and go on with her day as usual. Letting you provide those kids some entertainment and happiness as you delightedly took it with appreciation, glad that you're still able to see those children that has grown something to your heart.

It all started there, not until she keeps getting distracted that even to the point where she would doze off and think about it all day; again, she brushed it off like she always do in the first week of the month. Denying that such things bothering her and it's just a phase.

Until it isn't anymore.

"Glad that you are able to company them here. Good job." It started with those shitty compliments that you also, of course, took wholeheartedly and basked with it.

Getting close, as she thought to herself, is not a problem. She thought that if she gets close then her mind would finally gone off and do with her day as usual.

Oh how wrong she was.

It's a bad move, she cursed at herself on the second week of the month. Thinking to herself that it's better if she avoids you because she's seem to be always distracted, these also comes in the missions that the Tsaritsa gave, luckily that she would be able to pick herself up again even for just a minute; to finish what task was given to her.

That, she did. Oh how frustrated she was after that. She is irritated that she would even not blame herself but you, it's your fault for making her this way, being distracted, being pathetic. Letting and running away from what she is thinking seem to made it worst because it is becoming too intense for her liking, too.

That, she chose to make you a suprise gift, as a thank and appreciation for making her that way.

"Lord Arlecchin─hmphm..!" A choke cry called out as you stared at the person infront of you, looking at you with a gaze that you couldn't comprehend because the fat tears forming your eyes is making your vision blurry.

Why are you crying? She's spoiling you wholeheartedly, aren't you glad with that? Looking pathetically on your almost lifeless form, she snickered and a look of content mixed with not enough is painted on her face.

"Awe. I'm spoiling you sweetheart! Aren't you glad to that? How rude of you to decline and reject your Master's gift." Mocking voice was let out through her throat as her fingers stayed still inside your mouth, her looking at the scene with slight boredom and enlightenment, basking at what she's seeing as you clinged to her arms like a koala.

"Milord, please- hah... Please..." Oh how satisfying it was to see those glossy reaction, she crave for more. She wants to see it more, to feel how much you made her suffer for these past... How many weeks is it? Or months? Who knew.

"Please what, darling." Ah, look at those expression, so pathetic. Pathetically beautiful, ppshe mused inside her head.

"Please... I ap..l...ze.." with the gap sentences, Arlecchino furrowed her brows in discomfort and stare at you with a glare.

"Again?"

"I...Apologize... MILORD-! HAH..." With that, you hiccuped then lost consciousness, leaving her look at you pathetically as she blankly stared at what mess she had done. Removing the fingers she put inside your mouth before her eyes wandered at the big mess for tonight's trouble; a slick covered her other hand as she opened her palm to look how red it is.

"I must've slapped her too much..." Muttering to herself, the knave shrugged and put her fingers that covered in slick in her mouth, lapping the juices off her fingers.

"We're not over yet. This'll continue till next month, come here to me every night in the exact time. Understand? pet." With the last statement, she knows that you won't be able to hear what she's saying, thus snickering. "If you don't, we'll see..."

[charmingdiluc]

i. VOICELINES ABOUT YOU

LOVER // kaeya, diluc, thoma, ayato, itto, zhongli, childe, & dainsleif

PAPER RINGS // venti, xiao, kazuha, heizou, aether, albedo, scaramouche, & baizhu

ii. FIRST MEETING

- tba -

iii. CONFESSION

- tba -

[thenyxsky]

howdy, i have no idea how tumblr etiquette works so pardon me BUTTTT can i request a dottore fic where reader is ill (projection woohoo) but has a phobia of anything medical related (sort of like a hurt/comfort)? if not that’s alr of course but ur writing style is so yummy i’d love to see it 👀

you’re doing fine don’t worry! this is basically how tumblr etiquette works :) thank you & also thank u for requesting!

i had a hard time writing this, sorry if the pacing seems off in some places & for posting so late. anyway, i hope you still like it mystery requester!

CONTENT: SPOILERS for dottore’s real name (implied by many sumeru interactibles); reader has trypanophobia (fear of needles)

“Zandik — Zandik I can’t.”

“Well you’ll have to if you want to get better,” your lover says, his back to you and fiddling with a needle between his gloved hands. He turns to face you as he adds, “Unless you wish to stay sick in your bed forever?”

“No. I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Your heart picks up in your chest when the ceiling light glints off the sharp end. “But… but — isn’t there another way? Can’t I take some liquid medicine, or swallow a pill, or —”

“As I’ve told you the twenty-three other times you asked, no.” The bar cart, carrying alcohol, tissue, and a pack of cotton balls, rolls until it hits your knees, Zandik right behind it. “The medicine we’re using needs to be injected in order for it to work properly. There’s no digestible alternative.”

He moves forward. You tense.

Zandik frowns.

“Why are you so scared?” he asks. “Are you afraid it won’t work? You don’t need to worry. I’ve tested it many times already, with different—”

You shake your head. “I know it’ll work. It’s just…”

He watches you, silently, patiently, as if to say, “It’s just what?”

You swallow, lips pressing together hard. Your ears are burning, the back of your neck uncomfortably warm. There’s no reason for you to feel so scared. It’ll only last a moment or two before it’s over. You know that. People have told you that. You’ve told it to yourself a thousand times before. But…

You swallow again, throat dry, and finally tell him: “Zandik, I can’t—I’m just—I’m scared.”

His brows pinch deeper. “Of the medicine? It’s been tested, I just told you. It’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t give it to you if I weren’t completely sure of that.”

“No, not the medicine.” You take a deep breath. “I’m scared of… of the needle.”

Silence: he doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t do anything, either, only stands there staring at you.

You shouldn’t have told him, you think. Now he thinks you’re a coward. That you’re stupid for being so terrified of something that doesn’t even really hurt you. Something that only lasts for a moment. Just for a second. Just a little prick.

This is why you haven’t told him.

Your eyes fall to the floor and you don’t even try to pluck up the bravery to raise them back to his face, too scared to see how he’s reacting to such an irrational fear. The silence drags on for what feels like a thousand forevers.

You think you’re going to cry. From embarrassment or what, you’re not sure. In the end however, you don’t, having caught Zandik’s shoes moving towards you.

“[Name],” he starts. On his tongue, your name is soft in a way you wouldn’t expect from the Fatui’s Second.

You swallow. “Do I need to?”

Nothing for a moment or two, then you hear him sigh, followed by the clink of something on the bar cart.

“We’re going to have to,” he says, and you’re already cringing at the thought of it, “but you’ll be okay.” Zandik reaches to lace his fingers with yours. “See? I’ll even hold your hand.”

You look up and find his eyes. Your grip is impossibly tight. He doesn’t flinch.

A wobbly smile on your lips. “My kind lover.”