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TITLE; CONVICTION OF THE CURSED

CHAPTER; ONE

CONTENT WARNINGS; NONE FOR THIS CHAPTER. HOWEVER THIS SERIES WILL HAVE NSFW CONTENT AND EACH CHAPTER WILL BE MARKED WITH THE CONTENTS IN THE CHAPTER. wc: 1,942

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The Fatui Harbingers were the most illustrious members of society within Snezhnaya, their presence commanded the attention of those within their reach. It was next to impossible to be graced with the higher ranking members' appearance, but those of lower ranking could be spotted at the various restaurants and shops across the city conducting business that was surely tainted by blood. Every citizen ceased breathing in their wake, whispers falling to a hushed murmur until the Harbinger had passed. It was a rare occasion for them to strike up conversation outside of business and any time they did, it was a dull conversation filled with the overwhelming pleasantries from the merchants. It wasn’t entirely the merchants fault that the Harbingers refused to make idle conversation with them, their status and power practically engraved the people with fear of stepping on their toes.

All the people knew the higher ranks of the Fatui were nearly untouchable on an average day. They tended to stay busy with much more sensitive transactions powered by Mora that was nearly outweighed by the bloodshed that was spilled behind closed doors. Some could say that the higher ranks of the Fatui could possibly not exist, their power controlled fully by the whispers and rumors of all their accomplishments. Though the unlucky few that had landed on the wrong side of contracts and deals with the Fatui knew all too well that the stories of their power were devastatingly underwhelming compared to the things they were truly capable of.

The streets of Snezhnaya’s marketplace were bustling with activity, a typical occurrence on a day like today as everyone’s pay for the week had been recently distributed. Your stall at the marketplace was always a popular one these days, selling handcrafted trinkets and oddities that you specialized in and people loved to splurge on when they had a little extra Mora to spare. The women browsing your items always favored the hairpieces and handheld mirrors inlaid with various gems and delicate hand painted flowers over the other things you had available, the men choosing the velvet coin bags clasped shut with embroidered dragons gracing the fabric. Your family was well trained in the work of tailoring and forging, you being the first to tie these two together despite your families disapproval at first. Mora spoke to them quickly, accepting your change in family lineage the second you were able to move them out of the well-worn childhood home many generations had lived and loved in.

Through the harsh cold of the Snezhnayan winter, there were still so many customers that spent more time making conversation with you over picking out the wares they wanted and moving on. You were a fan of these customers the most, as a merchant you would spend hours upon hours in the blistering cold until your handcrafted items were completely gone. You were blessed that your income had allowed you to afford a much better table at the marketplace, allowing you to be closer to the everlasting fire that burned in the area. You always wondered if the customers stayed longer for the heat over the conversation, but the thought was buried deeper in your mind with every transaction that passed.

Everyone in the city was accustomed to the bitter cold that ate at your bones even through the thickest of winter clothing, but no one could ignore the wave of frost that formed in the air in seconds. Many travelers of the marketplace searched the skies for a possible storm that could be incoming, or a possible attack on the city that would need immediate retreat. Confusion was written on the peoples faces; no seeming storm or attack was in the distance. However, a quick clear of a throat someway down the path of the marketplace and hushed whispers brought attention to the source of the chill rushing through the air. The gaze of the crowd took quick glances at the oncoming figure, all eyes quickly staring at the ground or something other than the person that was gracefully gliding down the stairs towards the marketplace.

If the figure approaching had been anyone else, perhaps there would be a slight whisper of the people in the air; but in the presence of none other than the Second Harbinger, Il Dottore, the drop of a needle could shatter the atmosphere. As Dottore passed stalls, those left behind him rushed out of the marketplace. Not a single person wanted to know what it meant for Dottore to be visiting, and not a single person in his path wanted to be the one that caught his attention for more than a passing glance. It was well known that Dottore had an affinity for many things that could be tinkered with, so every merchant that sold any little thing similar to technologies Dottore was known to enjoy held their breath until he passed without a glance at their wares. It was until the Doctor turned his gaze towards your stall that the chill finally hit your bones, making your spine go rigid while everyone that had been deep in conversation with you previously scattered from the possibility of being in his path.

A few vendors that you had nearly considered family fled as Dottore walked up to your measly little booth, none of them wanted to know what it could mean if the Second Harbinger had anything to do with you. Your hands were perched behind your back, fingernails digging into the palm of your hand to calm the nerves that still seemed to linger in the back of your mind. Dottore stood there, chin held high and mighty to match the air of regency that he carried. He eyed over the last of your items for sale, his gloved hand eventually tracing one of the brooches you had for sale that vaguely resembled the design of ruin guards you had seen in some travels. The brooch was a new item to your table, something you knew was possible to not sell given its less elegant design than the rest of your glamorous items.

“You are a very talented designer,” Dottore’s voice boomed over the silent market, causing you to jump and in return get a dark chuckle from the blue haired man, “do not fret. I am merely here to see the wares of the people.”

Seconds turned to minutes and quickly turned to hours as you meticulously captured the movements of Dottore’s fingers and engraved them into your mind; there wasn’t a whisper in the background that could bring you out of this trance, his fingers put your mind in a smoky haze with the way they traced every edge and curve of the items you had crafted merely weeks before. Eyes carved intricate patterns with their gaze upon your back from the leftovers of the crowd of the marketplace, increasing the amount of panic that was building up within the back of your mind. Surely, he’d say something by now if he meant no harm to you. But, in the fashion that was typical of the few encounters with the Second Harbinger, Dottore was as quiet as a mouse.

“Such a bore…” Dottore spoke out with a bite similar to spider venom, the mask upon his face making the smirk that followed after you jumped from his words seem even more venomous.

Dottore was known for shooting daggers with his gaze alone, so you feared making eye contact with him, which clearly angered him even more as he cleared his throat to scare you into looking up at him. There was no possibility for you to see his eyes through the mask he wore, but clearly he could see you through the intricately designed accessory cutting you off from allowing yourself to think he could possibly be human. You were certain this man was about to be the cause of your demise in such a public space; all your thoughts were on the last words you had said to your family, the last meal you had shared with them, the last time you laughed as your friends gathered around the table of the local tavern for rounds upon rounds of drinks late at night.

“Now, you are the one who crafted these, correct?” Even an innocent question from Dottore had your skin crawling,proving that it may have just been impossible for him to not carve wounds on someone's soul with just his words.

“Yes! I – uh, yes, this is my work,” your words were rushed and stuttered, shame flooding your senses as you spoke so gracelessly in the presence of someone so prestigious.

Dottore’s fingers curved around the edges of the piece you suspected he would be most interested in, the brooch crafted to resemble ruin guards. Although Dottore was frightening, when you were watching him examine your work closely, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to thoughts of those same fingers tracing against your skin in places that a Harbinger should never be allowed to get close to. If Dottore could get a glimpse in your mind, you doubt he’d hesitate to have you killed on the spot.

“I’m speaking to you.” Dottore’s voice not only made you jump out of the daze you had put yourself in, but scattered the last of the remaining customers of the marketplace, “your inability to listen when spoken to has me reconsidering the offer of hiring you to personally work for the Fatui.”

The words shocked you as soon as they processed in your brain. The chance to work for the Fatui? An illustrious job that was rumored to include many secretive practices all for very compensative pay? A job offer you could end up throwing away all because you were too enamored with the hands of a Harbinger? You had made a lot of mistakes in your life, but nothing would ever be able to compare to this one if you truly did let the chance slip through your fingertips.

“Ah, Il Dottore, I’m terribly sorry.” A quick clear of your throat had him grinning once again, derailing your ability to ground yourself once more, “if the offer is still available, I would be honored to work with you. No matter what the subject is.”

“No matter the subject, hm?” Dottore gracefully placed the brooch down on the table, his free hand now bracing his weight on the table to close the gap between the two of you. “I do hope you’ll be able to keep some confidentiality of the work we will have you doing.”

Before you could even process the suggestive tone to his voice, Dottore was standing up straight once again, the same air of regality flowing from him with his nearly perfect posture. You had been told that meetings with the Second Harbinger were more than likely to end with death, but here you were still standing on your own two feet somehow. Of course, spending so much time focusing on your breathing and reminding yourself how to act around someone with such a high status as Dottore, you had completely missed his hungry eyes devouring you.

“You are lucky I am very drawn to the work you have done,” the previous suggestive tone had melted into one of venom again, “tomorrow an escort will be sent to your home to bring you Zapolyarny Palace to discuss the details of your contract. If you know what is best for you, do learn how to use your words when speaking. I’m sure both of us would be devastated if something were to happen with those pretty little hands of yours.”

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dilucsrevenge · 5 months

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ménage à trois;

fandom: genshin impact characters: kaveh, alhaitham, gender neutral reader pairing: switch!kaveh, switch!alhaitham, bottom!reader warnings: 18+ content, mentions of dacryphilia, voyeurism, arguing during sex, light degradation, face-fucking, double penetration (mouth and undisclosed location), unprotected sex, threesome.

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It was no surprise to anyone in Teyvat that Alhaitham and Kaveh argued like a married couple, but those people were lucky to not see them behind closed doors when you were put into the equation. If the people of Teyvat could see them behind closed doors, they’d realize they’re even worse than they are in public. Neither of them could agree on who gets their turn with you, and neither of them would let the other have their turn with you. Perhaps, that’s how you ended up sandwiched between the two of them; their hands tracing the curves of your body, lips pressed against each side of your neck in an attempt to force some noise out of you before the other.

“You know, Kaveh, for a builder you are very incapable with your hands,” Alhaitham whispered against your skin, a soft huff of chilling air raising goosebumps to your flesh as he laughed quietly.

“For a scholar, you are very dimwitted,” the bite behind Kaveh’s words sent a nearly crippling shiver down your spine, rendering you nothing but pliant between their hands.

Teeth kept grazing along your collarbone, sure to leave marks to be seen for days after they were done with you. Kaveh’s hands trailed down off your hip, his fingers dancing against the inside of your thigh causing a soft whimper to pass by your slightly parted lips. The two men you were between were quickly aware of the fact that they were here for something other than bickering for hours on end – although that would most definitely not stop them.

“Hmm…” Alhaitham trailed off as he watched the others' hands embrace your body, a wicked grin curling the corners of his mouth, “perhaps it’s time for a truce. I believe we have ignored the priority here.”

You answered with another quick whimper, earning a laugh from both of the men next to you. It was frustrating how little they could think of you when you were between them, but you knew this was a game to them. They knew you enjoyed seeing and hearing them argue when you were the cause of their fights. Clearly, letting them in on that piece of knowledge was a bad move on your part now that it was constantly used against you.

“A truce with you?” Kaveh spits out his words, using your neck as an outlet for his frustration with yet another hard bite that you’d have to come up with an explanation for.

“Come on, Kaveh…” Alhaitham’s breath fans against your skin as he laughs at Kaveh’s response, “wouldn’t you hate to see our little toy suffer just because you’re insufferable?”

Hands that were previously on your hips were now sliding between your thighs, attempting to pry them apart. Quite little snickers were heard from Alhaitham and Kaveh as their fingers gave your skin tiny pinches.

“Can’t you just feel how our darling is crawling under our touch?” Alhaitham spoke softly as his fingers ran across the band of your underwear, “It’s only fair.”

“Unlike you,” Kaveh smirked against your skin, his hand pushing Alhaitham’s away from your thighs to attempt to get you all to himself, “I’m able to satisfy someone despite my own feelings and ego.”

A groan was all that could be heard from Alhaitham in response to Kaveh’s words, but you happened to be on the receiving end of his frustration with the blond. You were quickly pulled away from the side of Kaveh, pushed onto the mattress the three of you had been sitting on with Alhaitham positioned between your legs. Out of pure instinct, your legs found their way to wrap around his waist, making him somehow even more smug towards Kaveh than he had been before.

“Look, Kaveh…” Alhaitham motioned towards you with the tip of his head, “thy toy knows exactly who they want to play with them.

“The toy in question does deserve to have an opinion here.” You spat out your words to the two of them; they weren’t the only ones that could have an attitude here, especially when things got too heated between the two men.

Both of the men were quick to look at you, each of them with a brow raised in question to you finally speaking up. They took just a moment to look at each other before their hands were back on your body. Kaveh’s hands lifted your hips off the mattress while Alhaitham’s fingers tucked under the waistband of your underwear to tug them down harshly.

“If you think you have room to talk, why don’t we make it so you can only say our names?” Kaveh’s arrogant tone filled your ears, earning a groan and a roll of your eyes.

Eventually, you’d regret the attitude you picked with them but for now it was the little game that the three of you always played. As much as the fighting was sometimes real between Kaveh and Alhaitham, when it came to you - it was all foreplay. There was nothing you liked more than seeing the two men arguing between each other over who could please you better, all because you knew that both of them could do it equally as good as the other.

It was next to impossible to focus on one set of hands; Alhaitham’s between your thighs grazing his nails against your skin while you watched Kaveh’s hands making quick work of the buttons of his pants.

“Stop teasing the poor thing, Alhaitham, give them what they want.” Kaveh growled out his words, wrapping his hand around his cock as he shifted closer towards your body.

Just like clockwork for the three of you, you knew exactly how this was going to work. They were going to use you until you were a teary mess and on cloud nine. Feeling Alhaitham suddenly push inside of you, a low moan coming from both of you which Kaveh quickly took advantage of to slide his cock past your parted lips.

“Always so welcoming for us, hm?” Alhaitham whispered out to the room, grinning to himself as he pushed his hips forward to fully fill you with his cock.

He knew you couldn’t respond, and the smug look on his face was proof of that. There wasn’t much Alhaitham enjoyed in the world more than watching you take Kaveh’s cock along with his own. Even if he was the one using your mouth and Kaveh was the one fucking you.

“Who would’ve known such a pretty little cocksleeve could be made perfectly for us.” Kaveh’s words came out between moans as the tip of his cock repeatedly pressed against the back of your throat with each movement of his hips.

Your eyes darted between the two men, uncertain of what you wanted to watch more. You were stuck between watching Alhaitham with his hair falling against his forehead as he set a brutal pace of thrusting into you and Kaveh who threw his head back after every time he let out a groan of your name mixed with Alhaitham’s name.

“So good for us…” Alhaitham trailed off, punctuating his words with a particularly rough thrust of his hips into you.

Your eyes widened as well as Alhaithams as Kaveh’s hand quickly reached to grip onto the other males jaw, pulling him close to crash their lips together. Sure, it had been no surprise that they had jokingly poked at the idea of putting on a show for you while they were using you, but the two of them had never crossed that boundary. The two of them were sloppy with their kisses, teeth clashing as their tongues moved against each other.

After the teasing previously and just from being used by the two of them for this long already, it wasn’t a surprise that the sight of them moaning into each other's mouth while they ravished your body had you reaching your climax quicker than usual. Alhaitham nearly whimpered as you squeezed around his cock and he came deep inside of you, his fingers tangling in Kaveh’s hair to keep the blond as close as possible.

The time that Kaveh got to pull away to catch his breath, a trail of saliva dripped from their lips and fell on their chin. The fucked out look in your eyes and Alhaitham’s from the kiss had Kaveh quickly releasing his load into your mouth, the salty taste of his cum spreading across your tongue as you forced you to take every ounce that he pumped into your mouth.

“Perhaps you should ask me before you kiss me, Kaveh.” Alhaitham groaned out, pulling out of you slowly with a careful grip on your hips that were littered with half moon shapes from his nails.

“Perhaps you should learn to keep your mouth closed and take care of our little toy.” Kaveh shook his head, pulling away from your mouth to give you a chance to breathe. Both of them admired the smile that was on your face, both of them quickly shifting to watch Alhaitham’s cum seep out of you. They admired you the most when you were a fucked out mess for the both of them, but right now they admired just how much they enjoyed kissing while you watched them. Both of them tucked that into the back of their mind to either hold against each other in the future, or use against you the next time they got you in their bed.

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