#Colombina x reader

[a-998h]

Fatui x fem!Creator ft.platonic Pulcinella

@tea333love:Hi, can you write an order? You can write about cult! Sagau fatui harbingers, who found out that creator performs in theater in Sneznaya (imagine that there is a theater in Sneznaya) and one day they decided to go to performance of creator and we're amazed by elegance of dance and can you write what happened then? (Fem! Reader and she is 18 years old). (Romantic fatui harbingers, plantonic Pulcinella).

(La Signora, Childe, Scaramouche, and Arlecchino are in this becuase I can, also spoilers for Scaramouche and La Signora lore)

You have been performing in theaters across Teyvat ever since Yun Jin saw your dancing. At first it was just Liyue, but soon word spread of your skills. At this point everyone knows that you're the Creator, and combined with your skills, it was only a matter of time before other theaters around Teyvat wanted you to perform on their stage.

When it reached the harbingers that you're performing in Snezhnaya, they just had to see you perform. So with the help of Panatlone's money, and their status as harbingers, they got premium seats.

The legends and art of Snehznaya painted you as a motherly, mature figure (a milf). Your titles in Snehznaya was королева сверх жизнь, Queen above life, or simply королева, queen.

Your appearance was discribed to them, but it never said how old you were. When the curtains lifted and you were in full view under the lights of theater, you were dressed in traditional Snehznayan ballet outfit with a white under bodice, purple outer bodice, dark blue skirt, silver accents, and red shoes. You were decorated with stage makeup and costume jewelery silver in color with fake moonstones and rubies. When the music started, so did your dancing.

From their seats, they could see how young you looked. Pulcinella seemed to have his focus torwn between you on stage and a few members of the audience. While most of the audience looked at you in awe and respect, a few held... less than respectful looks. Some members of the audience had the gall to look at you with a hint of lust.

The music started slow, you at first only moved you hands. You moved elegantly in tiem with the music. It was like you were in a trance, your yes were open but it looked like nothing was behnd them.

When the performance reached it's end, the theater filled with applause. The harbingers were in awe, they wanted to know you better. Each of them had their own goals in mind. They left theater, planning a time to meet you face to face.

The next morning you are escorted to the palace and to the meeting room of the harbingers.

After that night, your visit lasts a month, in that month a lot happens. Your time is split between all eleven harbingers, so let's get into that.

Pierro

He is a bit cold at first.

It's not because he doesn't like you, he loves you and but he is emotionally constipated

when is finally able to talk to you, he is watching his words as to not offend you

He is stiff, cold but very knowledgeable

He will take you to the palace library, after stealing you from another harbinger

In the library he sits on the couch closest to the fire, sits you in his lap, and then he starts reading to you or telling you stories from his younger years

He will give you his huge ass jacket, rejctibg the jacket is not an option

Il Capitano

He is the silent bodyguard to you, I will hear no arguments

He cares about you, but unlikey Pierro, who is emotionally constipated, Capitano just doesn't know how to properly show his love for you

If you show an interest in military history, or weapons, or anything like that he will teach you whatever it is you want to know

When the more... unsavory folks approach you he just stands silently behind you and stares

They leave, running as fast as they can

That night at the theater he was entranced by your skills

He would ask for you to dance, only for him

Dottore

He is curious about you

We've seen how he is not opposed to performing human experimentation so with you, a supposed god, he has many ideas

He wants to see how far you can go

But, he also wants to know why you "made" certain things

If you say you don't know or that you can't remember, he'll use that as grounds for making you drink "something to jog your memory"

He sees you as a wealth of knowledge that is all his

He does not care about you as a person

He is not allowed to be left alone with you

Colombina

She loves you

You're the picture of beauty in her eyes

Her and La Signora will team up to pamper you

Will sing you to sleep, you just have to ask

She fell in love when she saw your dancing that night, so like Capitano she will ask you to dance for her

I think she has a baking talent, I.. I don't know why she just seems like she knows how to bake

you will be her taste tester for her baking

She cuddles you to sleep, naps, or anytime she wants to

Arlecchino

I...I don't know where to start

She knows you're a god, but she sees you as weak due to your age

She keeps up her calm, sane persona around her

Another person who is not allowed to be alone with you, but she oftens sneaks you out with her

She loves you, like a person loves a favorite possession

She allows the children at the House of the Hearth to interact with you

She kind of feels something in her cold, dead heart whenever you interact with the children

She only allows people to look at you. No one can touch, speak, breath, or even be near you with her around

She teaches the children to snitch on you or distract you if you try to leave without her

Pulcinella

OH MY GOD!

The second he sees you, and sees how young you are

He is now your unofficial grandfather, he will hear no different

He sees it as a personal mission to protect you, even though you are a powerful god

He will try and teach you new things every day you spend with him

Will feed you a lot "becuase you are a growing girl".

Tries to keep all the young harbingers from dating you

While he can't stop Pierro and Capitano, because they're fossils, he will just make sarcastic remarks and glare at them if they get to close to you

He will teach you chess, and he will play with you

Scaramouche

Oh....Oh he is complecated

As we all know, he has a... complex relationship with gods

Let me rephrase that, he has problems with his archon mom

He is the biggest tsundere to ever tsundere

You couldn't waterboard the fact that he loves you out of him

Will give you things he "happened to find" that reminded him of you.

Will give you gifts but pertends that he didn't put any thought into it, but he did

A brat... that's all

If you offer him cuddles he will act like he doesn't want any

If you stop the cuddles, he will complain

He will demand your affection like a cat

Sandrone

She stares, a lot...

I believe she makes puppets and dolls in your image

She takes you to her workshop

Has you stand still so she can compare materials against you, to find the best one that look closest to your features

Will have nice clothes for you to try on

Will use you as a dress up doll

Puts makeup on you as well

Another that loves you as a possession

When will sit you on her lap at every possible time

La Signora

She is one of the few that loves you as a person

Due to her still greving Rostam she isn't very open with you, at first

When she does open up to you, she will almost suffocate you with love

If you aren't on Sandrone's lap, you're in hers

She will share the knowledge she got from her time in the akademiya

I think she remembers stuff from her life as a Mondstadter

She will sing songs, or parts of songs, she remembers

You are the only person she shows her scar to

She'll give head pats, nose kisses, and neck kisses

She will dance with you or watch will Colombina and Capitano

Tartaglia

This man... where do I even begin

He will try an fight you

It's a way for him to see your strength

When he isn't trying to fight you, he acts as a scary guard dog

Will spoil you

Takes you to meet his family

He is extremely possessive of you

Loves you as a person

Will beg you to show off your powers

He marvels at you powers

Brings you something from every nation he goes to

He makes you go along with the lie he tells Teucer

Pantalone

Is the only normal one

Between him and Sandrone, your closet is overflowing

He likes to take you to shopping

If you feel bad about asking for something due to price, he'll buy it anyway

Will buy you stuff for dancing and any other hobbies you have

Has mini fashion shows with you as the model, sometimes Sandrone is there too

Has you sit near him when he works

Will give cuddles, just ask

Likes to spoil you

Thinks you deserve the best because you're a god

#genshin impact #cult au #genshin fanfic #creator!reader #sagau lore #female reader #fatui harbingers #platonic Pulcinella #romantic fatui harbingers #fem!reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x fem!reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x female reader #pierro x reader #il capitano x reader #Colombina x reader #arlecchino x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #La signora x reader #sandrone x reader #pantalone x reader #Tartagalis x reader #childe x reader #Dottore x reader

[sodalitea]

Colombina [Genshin Impact Fanart}

This time I'm coming here with solo Colombina portrait. I tried making a bit more complex background digitally for her. Of course, our cursed angel deserved also some bonus ornaments. After Arlecchino's voice lines I can't wait to see to what extent she will be... quirky talker. Plus obviously she seems like one of the last hopes to say something less depreciating about Dottore. I smell some moral abigousness from this pink creature. I'm also witing for her to say something funny about Dottore. Or better. I want more of their bickering after lazzo. The eye brooch I gave her is a silly idea of how she's able to see the world with her eyes closed... And also. Maybe the empty space in her mask is meant to resemble the third eye we can't see yet.

You can purchase the print in my INPRNT shop.

Don't repost my artworks, please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. ♡

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin impact fatui #colombina #angel #colombina genshin #colombina genshin impact #colombina fanart #columbina #columbina genshin #columbina genshin impact #columbina fanart #traditional art #mixed media #fatui #fatui harbingers #colombina x reader #columbina x reader #genshin impact fanart #genshin art #genshin impact art #genshin impact headcanons

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A share [NSFW]

Yandere!Arlecchino & Columbina x fem!reader

CW: Dub-con, abusive relationships, D/S dynamics, bondage

A/N: Yandere and abusive relationship themes aren't very present, but they're here. The reader here is called girl and has a vagina.

ALSO PARTIALLY BASED ON LEAKS ABOUT HARBINGERS' PERSONALITIES, IF YOU WANT TO AVOID LEAKS DON'T READ THIS

A very short blurb, while I am working on something else

The room is already cold when Arlecchino returns smelling of smoke, alcohol and someone else’s perfume. Judging by the sounds, she slowly undresses, first removing the heavy fur coat with a sigh of relief and then sheds off the various accessories. You tense moving your head, as much as the silk bindings allow you.  It’s not enough to get a full view on Arlecchino, but you can still make out the side profile - cold and perfect, like a statue made out of marble - perfect and beautiful, so beautiful that you almost forget about the bitterness springing at the aroma that is not yours or hers.

“Hello there”, she says,  slightly swaying with every step, a little smile creeping up as her eyes - strange, strange crosses - finally lay on you. She closes the distance between you two and locks the eyes, hunger shifting in the inky black irises.

“You missed me a lot, didn’t you?”, she almost giggles, sitting on the bed and leaning closer to you, her voice relaxed and breathy - alcohol eases the mirth out of her, makes her warmer and softer. Arlecchino bows even closer, her tongue making a hot wet trail across your skin starting from the column of your neck and going down to the collarbones and a pair of nipples, perky against the cold air, and then…

You stifle the moan even before it rises to your mouth and crashes against the gag snuggly fit against the lips. Arlecchino doesn't like noises, they make her upset and you don't want to upset her. 

She pays little mind to your inner struggle, continuing to lick you here and there - a bite at the thigh, a whisper against the tummy, her mouth leaving sloppy kisses on your skin, fingers lazily fiddling with the ropes she left you in. You melt in pleasure, slowly, agonizingly, (you melt and don’t hear the sound of steps, hills going click-click-click against the wooden floors) when Arlecchino lifts your hips, making you tense and then she breathes. The cold air makes you squirm, especially when it hits the folds of your vagina - wet and swollen after rubbing up against the binding.

“Good girl”, she croons and then licks you through the silk in the same lazy and sloppy fashion and you whine, high pitched and broken. The gag muffles it, but it is still loud enough to annoy her - she stops in her tracks and looks at you, disappointed and irritated. 

“How many times I must ask you to be quiet?”Arlecchino hisses through her teeth, her hand pinching and smacking your buttocks with every word. You quietly weep, at the humiliation and the disappointment in her voice, fat tears escape your eyes and everything you see is blurry, but still not blurry enough not to see another figure (The woman you see smiles, you’re scared).

“Tch”, she puts her hands away and then looks away:”My colleague was curious about you”, she says, licking her lips. 

“Columbina, голубушка, she was curious, very curious about you. I’ve decided to invite her, to let you taste you too”.

Colombina, little dove, steps closer, not your or Arlecchino’s perfume suffocating you.

#Yandere Arlecchino #Yandere Colombina #Colombina x reader #Arlecchino x reader #Yandere genshin impact #Genshin impact x reader #female yandere #yandere x reader #fem!reader

[milk-crown]

Imagine hiding under these harbinger coats like Phos used to hide under Adamant's robes.

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #pierro x reader #dottore x reader #childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #arlecchino x reader #colombina x reader #pantalone x reader #capitano x reader #sandrone x reader #pulcinella #tags are taking more space than the post

[dear-yandere]

little dove.

yandere! colombina x gn! darling x implied! yandere! arlecchino. headcanons.

› tw. suggestive themes.

— colombina is so terribly fond of you, going insofar as to call you her little dove. the name had come as a surprise as first, given that she is far more delicate and graceful than you could ever attain — but she insists. if anything, you welcome her infatuation, even if you’re not quite sure why she feels such a way in the first place. perhaps it’s the way she enjoys dressing you up in snezhnaya’s latest fashions, or the way she adores washing and combing your hair when she all but forces you to join her in the bath. perhaps...she sees you as nothing more than a doll or pet, but you are in no position to speak out against her overwhelming love for you; after all, you suppose it could be far worse — memories of the way dottore and scaramouche used to treat you flashing through your recent memory.

“you’re just so wonderfully adorable, little dove. however can you blame me?” 

— the way she dotes on you would leave any of her countless admirers overwhelmed by jealousy, but they do not dare speak out against their lady. whether it is in fear of her power or from respect in her position amongst the executives, colombina is adamant in her adoration of her sweet little bird. the way you chitter and peep like a baby bird when she so much as runs delicate fingers through your hair or along your skin is enough to melt her heart — if she could help it, she would want nothing more than to hear those sounds all day as she cradles you within her arms. 

“little dove, fragile little songbird  — won’t you sing for me today?”

— she rather enjoys sharing you with her lover arlecchino, the latter of whom is surprisingly just as fond of you as colombina is. as intimidating as she is, the knave dotes on you just as much as she dotes on the damselette. your fingers, neck, and hair are sure to be adorned with the finest jewels — gifts from arlecchino no doubt, who prefers to show her affection in expensive jewels and beautiful trinkets rather than colombina’s affinity to physical touch. whether material or physical, you are the center of their attention when they aren’t awning over each other.

“sweet dove, you’ll come and join us, won’t you?” colombina will muse, patting the seat between her and arlecchino, the latter of whom flashes a small but rare smile in an attempt to welcome you to their sides. you’ve learned better than to hesitate in front of these two, so you hurry over, seating yourself squarely between the two gorgeous women. between them, you feel awfully small, but they welcome you as if you are one of their treasures.

and perhaps that’s all you are... a treasure to be shown and flaunted. 

you hardly register the way colombina rests her hand atop your thigh, her eyes shining innocently from beneath her half-veil. it’s only when arlecchino blushes and rests her hand atop yours that a smile forces a way to your lips. and so the show begins again.

“little bird, you are quivering. could it be you’ve missed us so dearly? now...that won’t do it, will it, dear arlecchino? perhaps we should pay our darling extra attention today...♥ ”

#yandere! colombina x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere x you #*headcanons #[ planning to do most of the harbingers eventually! ] #[ really want to do pierro and capitano especially <3 ehehe. .. ]

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Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem)Creator!Reader

A/N: holy Tsarista, I did not think that it would be this popular. Thank you so much!! It's been a couple months since I got into Genshin, but I'm glad that the Harbinger trailer dropped cause otherwise, this probably wouldn't have existed lol. I apologize for the late update. I have been quite stumped in the plot and just taking a moment to come up with one. If I didn't tag everyone, I'm sorry! DM or reply to be added to the taglist! :3

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially hard when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only a Fatui Skirmisher but a Fatui Harbinger?

Tags/warnings: female reader, God!reader, Cult AU,

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora.

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Chapter 2: The Creator's Welcome

Silence.

What could be said while the entire palace and the surrounding area waited with bated breath for their Grace to awaken?

They were fervent - they waited to leave and search for the "meaner" that has done harm to their Beloved but that would leave their Previous Grace with only the Heir for company and guard.

The Precious Heir - they have heard of them only from what was written centuries ago. He was beautiful - he was innocent and was crying for their Grace to wake up all while the Harbingers stood by with the Tsarista finally making her appearance, rushing towards the bed that their Grace rested in, bending the knee and holding their hand.

"Your Grace. Your Excellency. Oh, my Beloved Creator. What has that Meaner done to you?"

Nugget never left your side as he clutched onto your waist, but being careful with your arms as he was told by the blue-haired man with the mask. He was a doctor and clearly knew what he was talking about so the little one made sure to listen well. The Doctor man and the others gave them a room which is what his Auntie expected and though he was focused more on taking care of you, it was nice to wander around the room all while the Harbin Gingers (It was some word that he had trouble saying) always came to check on him and his auntie and even gave him coloring books and sweets and fruits. It was all so good and he made sure to save you some whenever you were going to wake up.

But he especially loved the Tsarista and Columbia (Colombina)

They were very nice. They held him when you were still asleep and he couldn't be there for the operation.

For what seemed like forever, when it was only a matter of four days, the bed shifted as Nugget was reading the latest book that the guy with the funny hat gave him. He wanted to read it to you when you woke up and his wish was soon coming true as he felt movement and looked over to see your [E/c] eyes. He gasped and immediately snuggled into the sheets and wrapped his small arms around your waist.

"Auntie! You're awake! You're awake!"

Soft wet globs of tears started to stain your shirt as you looked down at the child who held you tightly and didn't want to let go. It would have been endearing if it wasn't for the fact that you had almost died from possible blood poisoning from ignoring your wounds. Your Nephew remembered seeing a lot of gold and despite still learning, he knew for a fact blood was red.

Carefully holding him up and ruffling his hair, you kissed his forehead and wiped his tears away.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Nugget. I promise, I'll be sure to look after myself but my main concern was you."

That response earned a pout but your nephew thought it was good enough for now. If you weren't healthy and in one piece, how are you supposed to find a husband or a wife?!

"Just don't go to sleep anymore or at least for a long time. You made everyone worry!"

"Everyone?"

At the mention, your Nephew saw the clear confusion on your face and smiled brightly, but with a glint of mischievousness as he swiftly, with his small feet could go, hopped out of bed but careful to stay clear from your arms, rushed to the door and yelled out.

"Auntie [Y/n] is awake!" he said with a bright smile that was quite contagious, but it was last minute that you saw a figure by the door, or make it two figures. They had hoods over their head but it was the masks that covered their identities - the sheer happiness was clear from their body movements and one of them rushed out to who knows where while your nephew ran back to your side and started to share all the books he's read while you were recovering.

He's always had trouble reading so it was a feat itself to see him now reading at his supposed grade level. He still had trouble with certain words but nothing to worry about.

While trying to process all that was happening around you, you heard multiple footsteps before the door flew open, and in walked in about a dozen people.

Your face heated up at seeing all the gorgeous faces quickly surround you, pulling your nephew close to your side, weary of what else could happen. But you could have sworn that there was a hint of sadness in their eyes from your pull away from them.

"Don't be scared. They helped us! They helped you! Especially the Doctor man." Your nephew grinned as he held your hand and decided to make you sit up and face the group properly and pointed at the Doctor. The Doctor that he mentioned was practically preening from the praise like a peacock showing off its feathers.

The grip on his hand lessened as you looked at all twelve people one by one. It didn't take a rocket scientist to distinguish the power that they all radiated. Though at the time, you didn't know of the power you held yourself.

The elegant lady with long white hair, icy blue eyes, and who seemed to scream 'Ice Queen', slowly walked up to your bedside with a gentle smile as her hand moved to slowly hold yours. Now, you wouldn't have minded if it was your nephew or family, but this was a stranger. A stranger with a very firm grip despite how delicate it was.

"Now. How shall we punish the meaner that's done this to you?"

Eh?

-x-

It was... a change to have people cater to your every whim despite half of them being just jokes like bringing you the finest gem. The honor of bestowing such a gem was by none other than the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone.

Your nephew was having a great time, especially when he got to get along with a majority of the Harbingers and the Fatui, who took the mission of entertaining Nugget very seriously.

Once your arms were good as new, you asked for the group of Fatui soldiers that you and your nephew first encountered. At first, they were adamant about having you and Nugget leave the palace but you needed to get back to your car and get the rest of your things.

But funnily enough, you don't remember a palace or an organization going by the Fatui in your life...

Not to mention, these people seemed to recognize you and your nephew despite you two not knowing any of them.

If you thought of it more, a headache occurred and the Tsarista was adamant in asking you to save your energy and that it didn't matter if you recognized them. That all that mattered was that you and the Heir were fine.

While bedridden, your Nephew had the privilege to waltz around like he owned the place and even got you some books to read in the meantime. You saw mentions of a Divine Creator, a God-like figure that was first in creating the world around you and beyond, the one that made the stars and skies. A Divine Creator from the Beyond gave life to a speck in the skies and named it Teyvat and thus, its first child was born.

During a certain period when the Creator was roaming freely, they announced that their sister was with child and so, the Creator named the unborn babe the Heir to Teyvat.

The book was quite the read and wanting to know more about why the people around you and Nugget called you the Divine Creator and the Heir, you took it around with you.

"Your Grace, you must bundle up. Snezhnayan winters are quite brutal. People freeze to death here, quite literally in fact." announced a Fatui sniper, the one that first saw you and Nugget as he came behind you and placed a coat, courtesy of Pantalone of course, on your shoulders and your nephew too.

Stepping out to the brutal snow, instead of the harsh snow that you were expecting, it was a light snowfall that shocked the group of Fatui that decided to travel with you.

[Nephew's Name] stepped out from behind you and cheered happily as he rushed out to the snow and started to play, making snowmen and snow angels with, of course, the Fatui looking out and being won over by the child's heart-felt giggles.

They were all trying to make sense of why the snowfall was reduced to just light snow instead of the blizzards they're used to until they recalled that their Divine Grace and the Heir were right here with them. Teyvat was the Divine Creator's first child and as the loyal child it was, it could always sense where they were. Though Snezhnaya was the domain of the Tsarista, the Cryo Archon, the Divine Creator's word was Law.

Ehe.

Everything came to a slow stop as the world first heard the giggle from the Creator and with each step that you had taken, noticeable patches of green started to appear and grow more and more. The chilled winds of winter called down as the grey skies parted to make way for the rays of the sun.

The Tsarista felt the pause of winter, looking out that the frozen lands of her region have warmed up to what it had been long ago before her ascension.

Her Grace has given warmth back to the frozen tundras of Snezhnaya to the point that the flora and fauna basked in the sunlight. "Nugget. Be careful. The snow is melting."

And like that, the snow stopped melting just enough for your nephew to enjoy making snow angels.

'Welcome to Teyvat, Divine Creator!'

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Funeral Procession (Dottore X G/N!Reader x Pantalone)

Genre: Crack Fic, some characters may be OOC, Dendro Archon Quest Spoliers

When Dottore walked back to Zapolyarny Palace pleased with himself that he just obtained two gnosis he didn’t expect this. There you were on a podium giving a heartfelt speech, crying into your handkerchief as you spoke above about a dozen coffins. Where in the world did you get a dozen coffins? More importantly, why do you have a dozen coffins? Dottore walked in watching as what seems to be a funeral procession continues. Colombina's angelic voice echoed across the hall. Dottore slipped into an empty seat next to Pulcinella and Pierro, who gave him a greeting nod. 

“What’s going on?” Dottore asked, glancing over at Pantalone who glared at him. 

“It’s a funeral.” Pierro replied, crossing his arm as he settled back in his seat.

“For who, Childe?” Dottore relaxed in his chair as he continued watching this drama play out.

“No, for you. It appears your segments are deactivated and your two lovers are holding a funeral for them.” Pulcinella sighed. Dottore made a face as he turned over to the two.

“I see…” Dottore paused, he gave a heavy sigh before fishing the two gnosis out of his pocket, “ I completed the mission Jester. Here are the two gnosis. The electro and dendro.” He handed over the two gnosis to Pierro. Pierro held the gnosis up to the moonlight, the soft glint of purple and green shining against his face. Pierro gave an approving nod before putting them in his jacket pocket. Pulcinella nodded in agreement before he turned back to the funeral procession.

“Lord Regrator sure outdid himself on this one. Couldn’t spare a change for La Signora’s death huh?” Pulcinella sighed, muttering something about cheap bastards. 

“I would watch your tongue lord Pulcinella '' Dottore 's voice was cold as he leaned forward to Pulcinella, “Those are my significant others you're talking about.” 

Pulcinella glared at the Doctor before sighing, “Fine.” 

“And their memories will forever be remembered. Like that one time Delta made me soup and it was… it was go-ho-hoood” Your voice cried out, throwing yourself to Pantalone who just rubbed your back, giving his crocodile tears. 

“I will admit this is entertaining.” Pierro sighed, rubbing his temple, almost ashamed for admitting this. Pulcinella nodded in agreement as the three watched the procession happen. As your speech continues Dottore immediately notices the other Harbingers that were present for this “Funeral”. The funeral procession was quiet except for every now and then Childe would dramatically add a “Oh Tsaritsa, why!” or “All heil Tsaritsa”. Arlecchino looked bored as hell while Sandrone was nowhere to be seen. Capitano was just shaking his head every time you mention a story from the past. Like he was reminiscing about the memories with Dottores segments. 

“Does your lover know you're alive?” Arlecchino asked, slipping in the same row as the three. 

“Of course they do, they’re not stupid.” Dottore rolled his eyes. 

“Well let's end this soon. I have work to do.” Arlecchino sighed. Dottore agreed, this was entertaining but all this for his segments? When he’s still here? Pathetic really. You, he can understand as your his darling, but Pantalone? Why would he even agree to something like this? Dottore took off mask, rubbing his tired eyes. This is absolutely ridiculous, and it was time to end all of this. He got up and headed over to the podium. You immediately spot Dottore who calmly walked towards you and Pantalone. 

“Oh sweet Tsaritsa. He’s alive!” Childe dramatically cried out, like he just witnessed resurrection. 

“Darling, let's end this. I’m not dead as you can clearly see.” Dottore gestured towards himself. 

“Yes, I know but I’m very mad at you.” You straighten up, the tears suddenly stopping, and your emotions now in check. You crossed your arms as you leaned on the podium.

“Why is that?” Dottore tried to be as nice as possible but his gritted teeth are a dead give away by his annoyance. 

“You destroyed your segments without warning!” You yelled, jabbing your slender finger towards him. 

“You went along with this Lord Regrator?” Dottore turned to Pantalone, hoping that he was the more level head one out of the two. But he received no response except for Pantalone’s cold gaze. 

“You two do know the Omega is still here right?” Dottore rubbed his eyes, he’s getting sick and tired of this. 

“Oh how lovely at least you saved one of them.” Pantalone’s stone cold voice finally spoke up, walking towards Dottore. 

“Yes, so now let's end this and go home.” Dottore rolled his eyes, offering his hand towards you which your reluctantly accepted. 

“Fine, but I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled, Dottore raked his hand through his hair before giving a deep sigh.

“I’ll… make it up to you.” Dottore sighed, too tired to argue with both of you. 

“You better.” Pantalone spat, pulling you away to who knows where.

“Ooo, Lord Dottore is in trouble.” Childe joked before receiving a harsh shove by Capitone. Dottore grumbled as he stormed out of the funeral procession. This was ridiculous and now he needs to make it up to both you and Pantalone.

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

[merakiui]

༺♡༻ 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉.

☆ welcome to the lunar love hotel, where bitter/sweet secrets are scattered amidst shimmering stardust! ☆

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

☆ the lunar love hotel will be open and accepting guests from genshin impact and twisted wonderland throughout days 1-28 of february 2023. once the month of february has ended, the lunar love hotel will no longer be accepting guests.

☆ all guests will be written as +18. all orders will be nsfw (or sfw if specified) and x reader.

☆ for the convenience of our staff, please be patient and polite when checking in. additionally, please be specific with your order details from the menus listed below. if a reader’s gender is not specified, it will be written gender neutral.

☆ you may order two treats from each menu with up to three guests (separate or together). please make all distinctions clear when necessary.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　guest lists 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

genshin impact - lumine, aether, kaeya alberich, lisa minci, jean gunnhildr, rosaria, diluc ragnvindr, albedo, venti, eula lawrence, mona, beidou, ningguang, keqing, tartaglia, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, yelan, shenhe, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayaka, yoimiya, sangonomiya kokomi, thoma, gorou, arataki itto, yae miko, raiden shogun, shikanoin heizou, tighnari, cyno, candace, nilou, dehya, alhaitham, kaveh, kabukimono/scaramouche/wanderer, il dottore, colombina, sandrone, la signora, pantalone, il capitano, arlecchino.

twisted wonderland - riddle rosehearts, ace trappola, deuce spade, cater diamond, trey clover, leona kingscholar, jack howl, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver, sebek zigvolt, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamm, neige leblanche, che’nya.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　miscellaneous menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

type of writing & dynamic.

☆ assorted macarons - headcanons

☆ layered cake - oneshot (more than 1k words)

☆ flower bouquet - ficlet (under 1k words)

☆ lacy lingerie - established relationship

☆ sparkling champagne - ex-lovers

☆ cherry wine - rivals/enemies

☆ strawberry ice cream - friends with benefits

☆ sweet lollipops - [insert your own dynamic]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　midnight menu　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

yandere/dark content.

☆ red velvet cupcakes - non-con

☆ lemon squares - dub-con

☆ sea salt caramels - drugging

☆ custard donuts - forced pregnancy/baby-trapping

☆ banana pudding - kidnapping

☆ red bean mochi - stalking

☆ chamomile tea - somnophilia

☆ sugar stars - [insert your own kink/scenario or a prompt from the morning menu]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　morning menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

non-yandere/fluffy content.

☆ pineapple parfait - honeymoon

☆ fruit smoothie - confession

☆ apple pancakes - date night

☆ cinnamon rolls - marriage proposal

☆ cream puffs - aftercare

☆ blueberry muffins - love letters from them to you

☆ coffee - meet-cute

☆ candy hearts - [insert your own prompt]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　lunar love hotel masterlist 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☆ malleus draconia - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sparkling champagne, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ floyd leech - layered cake, sweet lollipops, candy hearts.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, sea salt caramels, sugar stars.

☆ rollo flamme - layered cake, red bean mochi, blueberry muffins.

☆ ruggie bucchi - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, cream puffs, fruit smoothie.

☆ rook hunt - flower bouquet, red bean mochi, banana pudding.

☆ vil schoenheit, jade leech, floyd leech - flower bouquet, custard donuts.

☆ malleus draconia & azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, lemon squares.

☆ kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, sugar stars.

☆ scaramouche - layered cake, sweet lollipops, lemon squares, sea salt caramels.

☆ idia shroud - flower bouquet, lemon squares, sugar stars.

☆ floyd leech - flower bouquet, cherry wine, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ alhaitham - layered cake, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - flower bouquet, banana pudding, lemon squares.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, banana pudding.

☆ scaramouche - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, lemon squares, custard donuts.

☆ azul ashengrotto - flower bouquet, chamomile tea, lemon squares, fruit smoothie.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, pineapple parfait.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #merakiui masterlist #lunar love hotel 2023

[auriellethenymph]

Fatui Harbingers +Tsaritsa x Fairy Reader Brainrot. Feel free to use this in anyway tbh.

TW! Cussing, mentions of murder, yandere, guilt tripping, gaslighting, like omg.

Ok, so Childe finds a mysterious flower in the wild. Snezhnaya to be specific.

Boi would be confused like 'Why tf is there a flower in the snow and how is it alive??' just yanks it out, places it in his jacket and goes back to plant it.

Brings it everywhere since it gave him luck. Like, he surprisingly didn't get nagged by his mom when he visited, his workload was smol, and he def didn't get a punishment when he summoned Osial.

Brings the dang flower(aka you, but unborn) everywhere. EVEN TO HARBINGER MEETINGS.

So one day, the flower glows and blooms.

Yey, you're born now, everyone is in shock, when you spread your wings and smile.

You're so confused like 'who is you?' And 'where tf am I?'

The Tsaritsa is speechless, she loves cute and adorable things and there's you.

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"I guess it's not just a flower..?" Childe smiles nervously. Looking at your confused, but happy face as you rub his finger on your head, nearly makes him go through a heart attack.

"What a lovely specimen!" Il Dottore, smiles creepily.

"What a lovely tune she makes!~" The sing song voice adds.

"Never in my life have I seen such an interesting creature such as this." Pierro says surprised by you.

"Let's keep an eye on the creature and see if anything happens." The Tsaritsa holds back on taking you for herself like she is making plans to have you already.

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They spoil you like crazy.

Colombina buys you a big ass dollhouse, Pantalone buys custom miniature clothes, Dottore gives you miniature laboratory stuff, Childe gives you miniature utensils and stuff, Arlecchino is buying miniature weapons cuz why not?

They pet you 24/7, there is no stopping the petting especially when you lean your head to their finger.

Your wings help you fly around and about, sometimes you bring some things...

"Lil Fairy what the fuck?!"

You brought a goddamn knife.

Your just like(•;∆;•) 'Was I not good?' and a sad face that gives them heavy guilt on their hearts.

You tear up and all hell breaks loose. The Tsaritsa takes you and you get close to her.

You give them silent treatment if they do something you don't like.

For example, when Childe took the knife you had as he scolded you.

He never did it again, nor will he ever do it in the future.

A big ass ball arrives and the visitors see you, on the Tsaritsa' shoulder, happily munching on some (favourite food) and (favourite drink)

The shock is unmeasurable.

An assassin comes, sees you and changes his life goals. He decided to take you.

Oh boy was that messy...

Let's just say your 'guardians' aka Harbingers 'talked' to him about it.

La Siñora didn't go to Inazuma since Scaramouche took the dang electro gnosis and gave it to you. So we're the others but meh.

You play with the gnosis not knowing its value.

Dress up with the Female Harbingers is a definite YES.

One day in a meeting...

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"Y-y/n!" You say, all eyes are on you now.

"What was that lil Fairy?" Pulcinella asks.

"My name is Y/n!" You exclaim loudly, they obviously don't know what happens.

"That's a lovely name... Y/n.." The Tsaritsa nods.

A bright ass light glows on their wrist, and a symbol appears.

"When a Fairy says their name, they are bound to those people and share their power and knowledge to those who know their name." You say it so casually.

"It also means that I trust you all very much to tell you my true name, so don't forget that!" You giggle and their hearts are basically in your smol tiny hands.

They all smile smirk as the thought of you staying with them forever and never leaving them like they would even let you.

"What an honour, what do these powers and knowledge do you mean?" Dottore asks curiously.

"Powers... uhh, immense luck, strength boost, speed boost, regeneration, Physical Damage is increased, Elemental Damage increased, Elemental Resistance is Increased, Physical Resistance is Increased. As for knowledge, basically anything I know in Teyvat whether past present or future. Forgot to mention I can grant 11 wishes." You say out of breath, like that's a lot.

"My goodness, what a blessing to have~" Pantalone smiles at you.

"But y/n, did you have other people that you were bound to in the past?" Arlecchino asks.

"Yeah, some good and some bad-"

"Who hurt you?" Scaramouche asks, seems like he has some pests to take care of.

"Hmn.. Well there's ______, ____...." You say the names of your previous masters, if they were still alive, they won't be for long lmao.

The Tsaritsa whispers something to the first Harbinger. "Kill the bitches."

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Oh no, someone hurt you? Oops! My knife slipped and went through their arteries and they bled out and died a slow and painful death!

Who? They're already six feet underground buried alive! You don't know they're alive tho-

Really? Oh dear, was their successful business shut down?

So yeah, basically are your guardians, don't tell them about your love life tho-

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"..Childe..?" You say flushed and embarrassed, you could actually grow in size, but you saved your strength and stayed smol and cute.

"Yes lil Fairy?" He asks, his nickname never left you.

"Uhh.. how do I confess-" here it comes-

"Are you that in love with someone that you want to leave us?"

They fucking guilt trip you.

"Oh..? Y/n, I thought you loved us very much..?" Pantalone drops his smile, oh shit.

"It's not like that at all!" Oh poor lil you, not knowing how happy they were...

"So why..?-"

"I wanted to know how to confess to someone and tell them I don't feel the same way romantically!" You blurt out.

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You're never gonna even bring the topic up again. Ever.

Like dang they used all types of affection manipulation on you so you could stay with them forever.

PT 2 coming soon!

#Fatui #Fatui Harbingers #Fatui Harbingers x reader #Fairy Reader #Fatui Harbingers x Fairy Reader #sagau #Snezhnaya #Harbingers #Brainrot

[apocalypse-shuffle]

SCARECROW | JONATHAN CRANE (general canon)

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“Freakum Dress” (Scarecrow | Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader)

| Tasked with going to a gala with your miserable boyfriend things are not looking up, then one of the Rogues makes a special appearance. Whether that’s a good thing or not is…yet to be decided.

| SFW, showing off a new outfit, (TW: murder, mild gore), reader has a good for nothing boyfriend -chubby!reader

| Pic source: Batman - The Long Halloween

| 1k+ words

“Are you sure this will fit the theme?” You question through the bathroom door.

Your partner sighs so loud it passes straight through the reinforced wood to reach your ears.

“How many times are you gonna ask me that question? Either come out or don’t, but I’m leaving. You’ve been in there for like an hour.”

He walks off then and in a fit you finish fixing your hair and then throw your spray bottle on the counter. An hour. He was acting a fool over you taking an hour, as opposed to his measly ass twenty minutes, to get ready.

You pull open the door and yell: “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He yells back at you from the living room.

“Hell yeah! You’ve got 10 minutes before I go without you!”

Your nose scrunches and you glare at the closed bedroom door before sucking your teeth.

Fine. This was just going to have to be the outfit you settled on. The man had given you barely a day to get your shit together for his gala, spouting about wanting to show you off, only to throw a fit when you started asking what he deemed to be too many questions.

You brush your hands down the sides of your dress. Personally you didn’t think asking what the theme was once could be classified as ‘too many questions’, but whatever. You already know he’s moody as hell. One of the many things you’ve been putting up with since agreeing to date him almost two years ago now.

You size yourself up in the mirror. At least you looked good. Your boyfriend might have been in a mood but you’d been cooped up in the house for too long. It’d do you some good to go out.

“Yes ma’am!” you spin a little to look at the back of the dress before wiping away a smudge of your lipstick from your chin. You smile then lock off the light and leave the bathroom.

“I think I’m ready,” you tell your boyfriend from where he’s sitting at the dining table. Then it’s your turn to get spontaneously annoyed as he looks you up and down.

He licks his lips. “Oh, you're in theme alright.”

You scoff, giving him a tight lipped smile as you grab your purse.

“Good to know,” you open the front door and toss him his keys as he follows you. “Now let’s go.”

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You can tell as soon as you enter the gala, clutching your boyfriend’s arm while he holds you close by the waist, that you weren't quite in theme.

It’s a Halloween party, so you know you’re not completely off, but while you’re dressed in a backless sparkly orange floor length cocktail dress, the other women around you are definitely not so chaste.

While you’d thought you’d go with something more classic that showed off your figure (fupa and all), everyone else, who clearly were allowed time to put their outfits together and told the actual theme, was dressed in giant ball gowns and elegant bouta and colombina masks.

You narrow your eyes and blow off air as you’re dragged around like a prized pony. Your boyfriend mostly takes to showing you off to every manner of his twitchy eyed business associates. You swear you break out in hives just being in their vicinity.

When he’s introducing you to the CFO of his company the man is simularily twitchy, problem is this time his eyes aren’t the only thing with no manners. You have to knock his hand off thrice and endure a chocolate innuendo and some real shitty flirting attempts all while your impotent excuse for a partner just cracks jokes and kisses ass.

It’s when the old man utters: “You got yourself a real good woman, Mr. Daniels, but I’d never let mine go out dressed so inappropriately.” that you really lose it.

There’s a split second where you just have to take in that those words actually just came out of his mouth before you gut react.

You cock your head, “Excuse me-?”

Stefan grabs you by the arm and jerks you back from where you’ve taken a step towards his superior.

“Excuse us! We're just going to get some air, Sir!”

Then you're gone, being dragged off to an empty balcony by your boyfriend and his tacky as hell penny loafers.

“You’re a fucking punk, you know that?”

“Don’t do this shit right now, Y/n.”

“I’ma do whatever the hell I please after you just stood there like a dummy and let your boss harass me.”

He shakes his head with a scoff and deposits you in a low lit corner of the balcony. He stands in front of you, blocking you from the rest of the attendees in the main room as you take a moment to catch yourself.

The long suffering way he rolls his eyes is oddly hurtful.

“And so what?”

“So what?” Your eyes widen and you stare at him in bewilderment.

“Yeah,” he stresses. “You know how hard I’ve been working to get this promotion and he says a few words and you lose your shit! Can’t you just support me for on—!”

“—Ohhh, don’t you just hate it when couples fight?”

The both of you freeze.

Stefan doesn’t even turn but you can’t help the way your eyes track to find the source of the voice. At the corner of the small three person balcony, just out of your line of sight, a figure sits crouched on the stone railing. Glowing red eyes stare back at you where the person’s balancing effortlessly and you fight the urge to let out some unholy mix of a choked back whimper and a noise of pure frustration.

Of course one of Gotham’s Rogues was what your night needed.

You’re still staring at him when Stefan finally unglues himself and turns to stare too, and the longer you look - the longer anyone takes to speak - the more the darkness seems to aid in distorting the image of Scarecrow taking stock like he’s high above the fields.

Honestly, the fear he elicits isn’t unfounded. A far cry from the Dr. Crane you once learned under and TA’d for, this version of the man barely registered as human.

Spindly arms and legs make up his majority, the features of an otherwise completely normal man but the way he wears them makes your skin crawl. As far as you can tell there’s been no sightly gas permeating in the air that wasn’t Gotham’s usual smog, but a steady tremur is settling under your flesh anyway.

“U-um,” Stef clears his throat, taking a shaky step even closer to the man on the other side of the balcony. He holds his hands up and they shake down to their very marrow. You feel him. “Listen,” he’s saying, and that’s his negotiation voice.

“I don’t want any problems, alright? Just- look,” he indicts you over his shoulder and instantly your heart seizes with betrayal.

“Stef-!”

You try to grab him, get him to stop. To think. Two years worth of a relationship down the drain for this? Sefan isn’t having it though and shrugs your hand off before taking yet another step towards the man of nightmares.

Your arms fall to your sides in defeat as he starts trying to make a deal, throwing you under the bus in any way he can possibly think to.

“I’m not worth it, alright, Man? Her though? She’s got enough trauma for the both of us. Just let me go and- and I won’t call the cops or anything. I’ll just leave, yeah?”

At Scarecrow's continued silence you watch detached as Stefan gets even closer, hands clasped together with a big wobbly smile on his face.

“C’mon man, right? You can’t tell me you don’t want a piece of that. She’s so fucked up it’s a miracle she’s not been committed yet…”

Your absolutely gutless waste of an ex keeps going on but you stop listening to him the second Scarecrow starts physically responding to his words.

Still performing his balancing act, like a great perching crow the man leans forward slightly. Though he’s clearly gearing up to address Stefan it seems - to your great horror - that he’s looking at you instead.

The salt from your tears burns your eyes, and similarly your heart turns to cinder in your chest as the villain contemplates you.

You glare at Stefan’s back.

Fucking Stefan.

Scarecrow cuts the man’s treacherous word vomit off not a fiery blink later.

“Alright now,” he says, tone nearly placating. That grand scythe the villain fancies so much makes its first appearance, swinging around to threaten at Stefan’s space without falter, “that’ll do, Pig,” Scarecrow rasps, and Stefan perks up, hopeful.

You have a split second to wonder what the fuck that means before the scythe retreats then comes swinging back around towards an unsuspecting Stefan.

All it takes is one fluid blur of movement and then in a slow slide you watch, breathe lodged uncomfortably in your throat, as his head separates from his body with a slick sound.

His head falls to the ground with a wet thud and you blink wildly down at it. So wildly in fact that when his body follows - knees first as if in prayer and then sprawled unceremoniously to the ground - you barely react.

A shift, boots scratching against stone, and your eyes snap back upwards.

The long pointy tipped hat he’s wearing falls languidly from the left to the right in his exertion before his dark gaze is panning back to meet your own.

A beckoning hand is held out to you, signs of a human hand inviting you closer. For a brief wandering second your eyes slide to the glass doors, to the party beyond, and you imagine.

Would you even make it past the first step? Jumping over your former partner’s fallen body would slow you down, and despite his skinny frame everyone in Gotham’s seen Scarecrow go toe to toe with the Dark Knight. Could you stand up against that?

The crudely stitched together burlap sack seems itself to breathe as the Scarecrow inhales to speak.

“Tick…tock,” he chimes and your fantasies fall to impossible pieces at your feet.

Blearily you blink over at him, eyes thankfully dry again.

“Breath,” he instructs a moment later, and despite your fear - or maybe because of it - you do as you’re told.

That first gasp of chilly air cuts its way down your dry throat so horribly you feel it the whole way down.

It’s enough of a shock to your system that you finally push through the trudge of your own terror to accept his invitation. Like this you only have to step over Stefan’s feet to cross the balcony and lay your hand in his.

Long pointed nails prick, light but incessant, into the skin of your palms as he appears to closely inspect your plump figure.

He’s bringing your hand up so he can spin you when he pauses, head tilting to the side. You swallow nervously and your hand starts shaking even more in his grip as he silently regards you.

“Ms. L/n?”

Shit.

“Who?” Your choked out words snap everything back in motion.

The cloth around the masked figure's mouth seems to stretch taunt, giving the nearest hint of a smile.

“Oh darling,” he croons. “You have just made the night so much more interesting.”

Up close like this he recognizes the face of his most engaging student from back in the day and you … ? Well, your stomach drops as you’re faced with the full attention of a madman.

Unbeknownst to you as your conversation was transpiring, mini squadrons of henchmen had infiltrated and were terrorizing the elites schmoozing on the inside. Clouds of sickly looking gas floating into the air.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Jonathan: *gives you a rebreather* "I expect a summary of tonight's events and an analysis of at least three different people's reactions by the time we leave.

You: *startled blinking & blindly taking whatever he hands you*

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #black!reader #black y/n #jonathan crane x black!reader #an apocalypse-shuffle halloween special #scarecrow x black!reader #jonathan crane x chubby!reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #dc imagine #scarecrow x y/n #scarecrow imagine #jonathan crane imagine #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #chubby!reader

[spiralnaissance]

Masquerade

Mr.Keegan x Reader [Bullet to the Head](2012)

Summary: Keegan fucks you in the bathroom Baptiste’s costume party. canon compliant (somewhat). 

Warnings: Not beta-read, semi-public? , p in v sex (unprotected) teasing, slut as pet name (once), rough sex, creampie 

A/N: This is a fic for a movie barely anyone cares about so bare with me for being super self-indulgent LOL

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The living room of Baptiste’s ivory mansion pulsed with a cacophony of noises, as drunk guests bustled about engaging in vacuous and meaningless conversations. The smooth jazz and the sounds of chattering muffled as Keegan has you pushed against the walls of the sage green bathroom, large hands on your bare middle as he burrowed his fat cock into you. 

Baptiste had arranged for this opulent gathering as a flaunt of his personal wealth to his peers of the underworld; much like a peacock spreading its magnificent feathers to gather attention for a mate.

You aren’t particularly close to Baptiste, or Morel, in fact. You are just one of the many brokers on Morel’s payroll who scurries around the country to run errands and deliver parcels for generous pay. What initially began as a side hustle to pay for your education years ago eventually bloomed into a full-time job that you have no way of getting out of. Though attendance wasn’t mandatory, you reckoned it would be courtesy as an associate to respond to the invite nevertheless. In reality, you feared what would happen if you decided to be a no-show; Morel certainly isn’t known for his compassion towards those he is suspicious of. 

The bathroom is silent--save for the low humming of the ventilation, a tranquil haven from the otherwise hedonistic chaos outside. Keegan wastes no time manhandling you; arm hooked and curled around your waist as his other toys and teases your clit. You suck in air through your gritted teeth, and huffed-- he takes you from behind with a feverish, brutal pace-- frustration and irritation apparent in his haste movements. 

He’s absolutely pissed off at you, for being such a enticing distraction when he has a job to do-- to make sure no uninvited guests loiter around. The way you were making eyes at him from across the room, face partially concealed by the white and ornate Colombina you bear upon. He has the audacity to be crossed with your shameless behaviour, as he maneuvers his way across the restless crowds towards you. When he reaches you, you playfully desist his advances, in which he had enough decency and respect to begin to leave you alone-- until he looked down at your covered face and sees you giving him that damned teasing look. 

He brings his face closer to you, the cheap plastic of the mask rubs against the side of your head and your cheeks as he goads you. 

“Fuck,” Keegan murmured, face so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath against your own. “So good for me, aren’t you? So nice and wet and tight--” he groaned as he bit his own lips as an attempt to shut himself up, abandoning his obscene comments as the pleasure of your sweet cunt wash over him like sunshine after a storm. 

He despises the fact that he is enjoying this lewd display of flagrant lust; sounds of lewd, wet squelches and the rhythmic slaps of his balls against your ass amplified by the silence and echoes of the bathroom.

He has your silver cocktail dress bunched up on the back, his proximity to your back held the bunch in place. “K---Keegan--” you gasped, breath quickening as he continued to use and take whatever he needed from you. He hummed lowly in acknowledgement, the guttural sounds coming from his throat spluttering with his fitful breathing.

“It’s no good,” you spurred through breathless moans, dripping cunt clenching around his cock, “You can do better than this sloppy-ass job, Keegan,” you murmured, urging him on. “C’mon, harder,” your lips twisted into a self-satisfied smile, as you sense him grit his teeth in further exasperation. 

“Fuck,” he spits venom at you, “Aren’t you such a fuckin’ slut? Taking me right here where anyone else who needs a quick piss can see you take my cock like an animal in heat.” Yet despite his less-than-graceful comments, he obeyed your whiny pleas, cock dragging along the wet walls of your cunt, and slamming back into you with unforgiving pace. Keegan bottoms out, his cock fills you up snuggly, and the pleasure he offers you have your eyelids fluttering and your legs shaking.

The passion in him that detested you for diverting him shifted to one of pure primal need, his lips attacking any bare surface he could find on your skin, marking you all over places where he knew everyone would see. Keegan knows, for certain, that when he passes, he will be condemned to hell for the blood that stained his very hands, yet in this current moment, he allows himself to believe he's in heaven. 

His well-tailored suit, once sat nicely on his broad frame, is now drenched in sweat from his persistent pounding. You feel your lower stomach twist itself into blissful knots, signifying a euphoric release. “I-I’m gonna,” you whined, moaning wantonly as you felt your brain melt into jelly as you chased your orgasm. Keegan shifts one of his hands over to your lower abdomen, holding you up while he chuckles.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” He cooed, breathless and panting as he rolls his hips against you in spurs and uneven rhythm, signifying his own release. “I know you need to cum, baby, do it with me.” He pushes you further onto the wall-- as far and as close to you as he can get, as he grinds harshly against you. 

“Y-Yes--” your eyes rolled back, voice wavering, as Keegan fucks into you with shallow, rough thrusts while he pants and groans and growls. You feel your orgasm swell, as you milk Keegan’s cock for all he got-- every drop of his thick cum as he continues to pound into you with shorter and sporadic timing. 

He shifted positions again, removing his hand from your stomach and the wall as he steadied himself, making sure not to slip out of your spent cunt when he didn’t want to. He bunches up your creased dress further up and watches perversely as his softening cock slips out of you with his semen dripping slowly out of you. “Good girl,” he muttered, “You take me so well; your cunt is made just me, sweetheart.”

The embarrassment you once lacked suddenly fills your very being, and blood rushes to your face as you try to get your thoughts back together. Seeing this, Keegan chuckled darkly, as he pulled your panties back up--without cleaning you up, letting you wallow in the fullness of his cum inside of your pussy. 

“W-We should probably go,” you uttered, voice weaker and much more coarse than you’d like, as he took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, and you felt his stubble graze your soft skin. Soon, he ushers you out of the bathroom with one hand around your hips. 

As the night slowly went on, you eventually parted ways with him, along with a hopeful promise of another meeting.

Keegam stood in a corner, gathering his thoughts, while he pulled something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. His cellphone. About fifteen different miscalls from various associates of Morel, and another one from Morel himself. A notification for a text popped up as he began to scroll through his ‘recent calls’ list, and when he checked the text, it was a surveillance camera footage of an unconscious Baptiste being carried off by two other men.

Oops. 

#bullet to the head #keegan #Mr.Keegan x reader #jason momoa #jason momoa x reader #smut

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 26

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Notes: Alexa, play I Could've Danced All Night from My Fair Lady

Also this is a Colombina mask

And these are combinations

Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex

One night. You tell yourself that you’ll go for a single night. It's dangerous as it is, and there's a chance that you could be caught, and fired. God knows your prospects would be limited then. Everyone in London society knows one another, and certainly an outsider would be caught out immediately—but you can’t resist the temptation. 

It's the one night in your life when you can be someone fascinating and mysterious, not an otherwise ignored and nameless ladies maid.

That first night of the masquerade is an absolute thrill. Your dance card is filled by some of the most prominent names in town—dukes, counts, ministers, barristers. The whispers of fascinated, envious women follow you from the dance floor, to the refreshments table, and back to the dance floor again. You keep your distance, offering minimal answers, hiding your coy smiles behind your fan. Before the clock can strike midnight, you hurry away, hailing a hansom and stopping far from the home that you live and work in. 

You scurry into the cellar, hurriedly stripping out of your borrowed finery and changing back into your working clothes. You tuck the dress into a pile of your mistress’ laundry, and hurry to finish your chores. When you lay down, you can’t fall asleep. The memories of being twirled around in men’s arms, in drinking fine wine and eating good food, swirled about your head, as if taunting you. 

There are another two nights of festivities…But you certainly can’t attend. 

This evening had been far too risky, and it would be more difficult to sneak there and back in a borrowed dress and your golden, bejeweled Colombina mask. 

-- 

It’s all over the society pages the next morning—the masked mystery woman that swept everyone’s attention. It sends excited flutters through your belly, and makes warmth rise in your cheeks. You can hardly meet the eyes of your fellow servants, nor speak, lest you give away your truth and excitement. 

-- 

The second night of the ball is just as exciting as the first. The whispers increase, and follow you; you flutter through the evening, reveling in the ease of your movement on the dance floor, and the flow of conversation with men that would never give you another look otherwise. 

It’s a lark—it’s a laugh—until you’re drawn into the arms of Sherlock Holmes. 

It's impossible not to recognize him; he's flouted the masks that the many of you have donned. You know who he is, of course. Everyone knows the detective. Everyone is aware of his sleuthing prowess, his ability to get the things that he needs out of criminals. You're grateful for the gloves on your hands. You’re certain your sweaty palms would give your panic away—but perhaps he finds it in another way, as his eyes skim your face with curious fascination. 

“You’ve caused quite a stir,” He comments. His voice takes you by surprise—it’s lower and warmer than you thought it may be. 

“Have I?” 

“I think you’re well aware that you have.” 

“I’m merely dancing.” 

He chuckles. 

“It is not your dancing that inspires conversation, my lady.” 

My lady. The term is one that’s been lobbed in your direction repeatedly, but there’s a certain type of warmth to Mr. Holmes’ voice. You wonder if he’s trying to put you at ease—to work your truth out of you. It raises your hackles. 

“Oh no?” 

“You may act coy, but you know as well as I that you’ve captured the attention of Mayfair.” 

“I hardly pay attention to gossip, and it seems below you, Mr. Holmes.”

“I pay no mind to gossip.” 

“Then what has captured your attention?” 

“A good mystery.” 

Your face heats. As the dance ends, you prepare to part ways, but Mr. Holmes curls his arm around yours, guiding you from the dance floor. 

-- 

In the few minutes spent in My. Holmes’ company, you find yourself flustered and nervous. He asks questions that seem fairly innocuous to you, but are almost certainly pointed to him. 

You’re aware of Mr. Holmes’ focus on you for the remainder of the evening. You can’t help but note the way he watches you, and are certain that he speaks to everyone with whom you’ve spoken. Tonight, you hurry out earlier than that the evening before. You do as you did before, hailing a hansom and having it stop a ways away, skulking through dark alleys and corners to reach home. You’re careful as you disrobe, tucking the dress away and hiding the Colombiana mask in your quarters.

There’s only one more night of festivities. You’re not sure if you dare return, especially now that Sherlock Holmes seems to be interested in you—at least, interested in who you may be behind the mask. 

--

“Will you answer the door!” Your mistress calls irritatedly, forgoing the bell that she would typically use to summon you. You scoff, pushing away from the table, and from your midday meal. The footman must be occupied. You hurry up from the kitchen, rounding to the front hall yanking the door open. 

It’s a mistake.

You recognize the man immediately. 

Sherlock Holmes turns to face you, expression bright and expectant. You can’t help but stare for a moment. How has he found you already? How did he know—

“Good morning,” He nods. “I’m looking for—” Oh, Lord above, Saints preserve you— “Mrs. Haskins.” 

Haskins. Mrs. Haskins? You are not Mrs. Haskins, and isn’t he looking for—

Holmes’ brows raise as you stare wordlessly at him. 

“Is this not the right address?” He plies into your silence. You nod hurriedly, taking a step back and holding the door as he walks past you, into the foyer. You close the door, then take hold of his hat. 

“Who is it!” Mrs. Haskins calls in from the drawing room. You plan on leading the way and introducing him, but Mr. Holmes lightly waves you off, heading into the drawing room. You stare after him, breath leaving you as you begin to panic in the front hall. Surely he’s going to tell Mrs. Haskins that you’re the mystery woman from the last two nights of the ball. 

When your name is called just a moment later, you’re certain that the jig is up. You walk gravely into the drawing room, as if going to the gallows. But you find the two of in fine fettle, smiling and chuckling. 

“Tea,” Mrs. Haskins orders you simply before turning her attention back to Mr. Holmes. You dip a minute curtsy before hurrying to leave. 

--  

Mr. Holmes’ visit is a short, but harrowing one. You can’t make out too much of the conversation through the door; what you can catch on isn’t enough to draw any conclusions. You see Mr. Holmes out, passing his hat over to him and hardly meeting his eyes. He doesn’t leave right away. He stops, tipping his head and searching your face. Your eyes flicker nervously to his. He holds your gaze for a long moment, eyes narrowing slightly before he looses a soft, “Hm.” 

And then he gives you a short nod, turns, and leaves. 

As the door closes behind him, you nearly bow in on yourself, your stomach churning with panic. 

-- 

There’s no good reason for you to return the third and final night of the masquerade. You’re tempting hubris. 

But there you are, in another borrowed dress and your Colombina mask. You find yourself whirling around the dance floor with suitor after suitor. You’re trying to catch and hold every moment of mirth, certain it’ll be your last. 

When you find yourself in Mr. Holmes’ arms again, you can’t help but hold yourself with stiff, nervous reserve. He seems to clock your tension, and rather than chat with you as you had the night before, you dance in silence. However, as last night, he takes hold of your arm, leading you from the floor. He steers you around the corner, onto the veranda. He lets go of you, tucking his hands in his pockets and taking slow, meandering steps. Your arms curl around yourself against the night chill, your eyes darting around. 

“I’ve worked many a case in my time,” He says, “But in all my years, they’ve never been crime-free.” 

“Crime-free?” You frown. 

“Mm.” He turns to face you, brow raising. “From what I can tell, you’re not doing anything illegal. You’re attending a ball. You haven’t given anyone a false name–or any name, in fact. Nothing has come up missing from anyone that you’ve danced with, ad there haven’t been any reports of above-average crimes or robberies on the other side of town.”

“You thought I might be a distraction.” 

“The principle of the magician’s assistant,” He nods, “Directing the audience to focus on a beautiful woman while the trick is carried out in plain sight.” 

You scoff in irritation, turning your face from his.

“I was wrong,” He concedes, taking a few steps closer. “But I will admit, I cannot ascertain your purpose, and it…Concerns me.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, lowering your eyes to his chest, your head shaking a little bit. 

“Why must every divergent action be deemed malicious?” You ask softly, more to yourself then to him. “Why can’t someone simply want a change? A chance to be someone other than themselves, for just an hour or two?” 

You feel Sherlock stop just in front of you, hardly a breath away. He grasps your chin, tipping your head up to meet his eyes. You search his expression as he’s searched yours. You’ve no clue what he may be thinking—what he may know about you, or what he may want to know. 

“Is that what you wanted?” He murmurs. You nod a touch, but not enough to pull free from his grasp. Your tongue swipes over over your lips absently. Heat bolts through you as his eyes lower curiously to your lips. 

“And at midnight? Will you disappear again?” He murmurs.

You nod. 

“I should.”

“And what will you do with your remaining time? Go back in,” He takes a step closer, his chest brushing yours, “Or allow us to take full advantage of your anonymity?” 

You’re quiet for a moment, taking in the full meaning of his words. 

“Do you take me for a loose woman, Mr. Holmes?” 

“Only if you take yourself for one.” 

--  

The mask stays on—it’s your only stipulation. He concedes, taking pleasure in riding you of your mistress’ finery. It falls into a crumpled mess on the floor of his sitting room. He draws you into his lap, loosening the top few ties of your corset before yanking open the buttons of your combinations. You give his chest a shove, with a spirit and a vigor that you’ve never felt before in your life. He stumbles back against his settee, a laughing huff pushing out of him as his back hits the puffed cushion. You clamber onto his lap, shivering as cool air brushes your cunt through your crotchless combinations. 

Sherlock hooks his arm around your middle to steady you, his mouth seeking yours with heated desperation. Your mask knocks into his forehead as you seek and share one another’s kisses. You lean back just a touch, hand lowering to work at his belt and the fastening of his pants. As you do, Sherlock ducks his head, mouthing and sucking at your breasts where they’re exposing. You shiver as he draws one of your nipples into his mouth, lapping and teasing it with a groan. You press up into his lips, hips pushing down against his as your cunt throbs with need. 

Sherlock’s hand lowers to between your legs, teasing and swiping at your neglected clit. The feeling punches a sound out of you, your mouth falling open in shock, head tipping back as you savor the waves of pleasure pushing over you. Sherlock releases your tit with a thick slurping noise. He grips your hips, teasing his cock against your tingling pussy. You tip your head down to look at him, nerves clenching in your stomach. 

He searches your face for a moment, gaze smoothing from your mask to your eyes to your lips, then up again. You rest your hands on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze and steadying yourself. He nods in turn, curling his arm more tightly around you. Your mouth falls open as he eases his cock up into you. His fingers flex in the fabric of the chemise top as your cunt opens and flutters for him. You see him clench his jaw and hear him draw a deep breath in through his nose. 

A grin curls on your lips as you feel a sense of power wash over you.  You’ve never made a man still himself like this before—you’ve never made a man need to control himself like this. It’s a feeling that you fear you could grow addicted to. 

Sherlock seems to sense your growing pride. He lets out one of those damnable thoughtful hums before he shoves his hips up into you. Your sense of power is lost as easily as it’s gained. You gasp, your grip on Sherlock’s shoulders tightening. He leans up, sucking harsh kisses to your neck between his grunts and harsh pants. The fabric of his clothing brushes roughly against your exposed skin as you writhe together.

Sherlock turns his head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his hips drive and screw up against yours. The feeling makes you shudder, a whimper falling from your lips as he takes full control of your pace and movement, shifting and turning you like you’re a rag doll. You gasp as a feeling coils in your belly, and slide your hands up into his hair. He grits out a groan, looking up at you. His lips are flushed and plumped from your kisses; there’s a sweet pink blush rising in his cheeks. 

His eyelids flutter as he grinds into you with short, harsh thrusts. You draw in a sharp breath as the coiling feeling springs, sending you over the edge. You tip your head forward, the edge of your mask knocking against Sherlock’s cheek as you curl closer. The two of you go still, and the room is quiet, save for the mingling or your and Sherlock’s breath. You draw away a touch, smiling as Sherlock’s arm tugs you back against his chest. You reach down, patting his cheek gently before you carefully rise to your feet. His arm falls away from you, finally. 

You stand on wobbly feet, primly righting your straps, top, and the bottom of your combinations. You walk over to where your dress was discarded, crouching and picking it up to put it back on. 

“Best get that back to Mrs. Haskins.” 

You freeze at his words. You turn slowly, eyes wide, hands shaking and tightening in the dress' fabric at his comment. Sherlock is watching you knowingly aas he buttons up his pants. You begin to open your mouth, to make your excuses, but he waves you off as he stands. 

“I won’t tell,” He swears. Your brow furrows, shaking your head in confusion. 

“Why not?” 

“What you’ve done hasn’t hurt anyone.” 

He reaches up, hands hovering on either side of your mask, waiting. You nod a little bit and close your eyes as he gently unfastens the mask and lifts it from your face. He turns it over in his hand before he meets your eye from beneath his lashes. 

“...How did you know?” You ask softly. Sherlock smiles, raising his hand and dragging his knuckle gently along your cheek. 

“I'd be a fool to forget those eyes.”

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Entangled sombres🎭🧛‍♀️

Edward x fem reader

Synopsis: Twas the night of the Venetian carnival at the palace of Versialles, y/n's encounter with the infamous Edward Cullen leads to a strange phenomenon of events.

Warning: none

A/n: If possible, please feel free to comment and reblog as it always helps me as a writer to improve and get inspired.

The annual Venetian masquerade ball at the Palace of Versailles was a grand affair attended by both ladies and gentlemen. The halls and gardens echoed with the sounds of laughter and lively conversation. The ladies wore exquisite robe a la Francaises and elegant robe a l’anglaises, made of fine silks in floral, royal, and regal colours. Men wore rich, extravagant, full-skirted knee-length coats adorned with frills and buckled shoes. Elaborate wigs adorned their heads, styled in a variety of fashions. The gentlemen sported cavalier-style powdered wigs with lovelocks decorated with ribbons and bows, while some opted for simpler styles with a single ribbon tied at the back. The ladies' hair was styled in various ways, including la pouffes, beignets, coiffures, and chenilles. They wore extravagant and prodigious Venetian masks adorned with feathers and ribbons. The identity of who one was was a mystery among the crowd. The Venetian masquerade’s purpose was for one to indulge themselves in desire and greed without exposure. Within the group, masses gathered to dance and participate in alcohol. Amidst the jovial laughter of the gathering, a lone figure stood in the corner, garbed in a full-skirted coat of sombre black. Though his attire was not as finely crafted as his male counterparts, he maintained a stoic composure, observing the scene with a quiet intensity. He wore a simple, laced Venetian mask that only partially covered his eyes. The man's eyes, visible through his mask, were an unusual golden colour instead of the typical hue.

Staring at the crowd of drunken, jovial attendants, he heard their voices, their thoughts.

“I shall have a rendezvous evening with that mistress.”

“Such a fetching gent”.

The ominous man took off without a word; he couldn’t stand the whole façade of the alluring illusion of wicked cravings and sinful desires surrounding him. He trailed up the stairs, his hand touching the rail decorated in gold. With each step he took, his mind felt more at ease as the crowd’s thoughts had finally ceased. Peace at last. He stopped at the foot of a marble golden-coated rococo door painted with cherubs. Curiously, he placed his ear to the door, wondering if anyone was inside. With no answer, he entered—unassuming to the lady he was greeted with. The room was covered in paintings and finely rich furniture. In the middle of the room was a platter of Turkish delights and cakes with chocolate. His eyes were met with a young lady lying on the couch, holding a hand fan holding it to her plump lips. She drew the hand fan to her lips, curious at the gent who intruded on her. The attire she donned was a graceful sack-back gown adorned with a delightful blue floral pattern. To complete the ensemble, she wore a petticoat waistcoat, adding a touch of elegance to her overall appearance. Her hair was done in a bun style, with a single curled lock touching her shoulder. A Colombina mask in the design of a swan adorned with ribbons covered her face.

The man who barged in by mistake shook his head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry—forgive me, I’m new here. Are you here for the Venetian carnival?”.

The young woman lowered her fan so the dorsal point touched the upper tip of her lips. “Y/n, Tis y/n.” She smiled in a flirtatious manner.

“Since you—oh so—unkindly barged into my accommodation, you must pry me on your name and business,” Y/n spoke with pursed lips.

“Edward, Edward Cullen." He spoke politely but with a hint of humility.

“Edward, you’re quite an unusual gent.” She sat up while lifting her legs in the air, revealing her silk stockings and patterned heels. “For I’m doting upon your eyes of unusual colour, quite a golden hue”.

 Y/n’s compliment took Edward aback. He didn’t smile at her gracious words but kept his cold gaze. “No, don't ever consider me stunning; I’m not the kind of guy you should be…going for”.

“You don’t know a thing about me; I’m not a good person, y/n.” Edward’s voice showed a genuine tone of guilt.

“If the world were full of good, then we wouldn’t have things such as this,” Y/n mischievously smiled.

Edward felt reassured, but the young woman didn't understand. He harboured a dark secret. He wasn’t like the rest surrounding the streets going about their daily lives. His family had lived differently; they only went out on rainy or dark days. The Cullen family was notorious, with rumours circulating in courts and towns in France and England. It was said that the Cullens hailed from a small plot of land in Forks purchased by their patriarch, Carlisle Cullen. Lord Carlisle's origins are little known, but he may have come from Italy. He married a woman who was known for her beauty, Lady Esme Cullen.

The pair had decided to adopt only, not children, teenagers. At the tender age of eighteen, the first was a daughter with a remarkable beauty that charmed suitors from distant lands. Her grace and elegance were unparalleled, and many hopefuls sought her hand in marriage. Despite the numerous proposals, she steadfastly refused them, holding out for a love that would surpass all others. Legend has it that her hair was as radiant as the golden hue of honey, and her complexion was as pure and fair as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes, which shone with an unusual and alluring golden tint, made her even more captivating. Not long before, she discovered love with a man who hailed from a noble family in Gatlinburg, Tennessee; the two of them grew inseparable, and eventually, she took on her spouse's family name, Cullen. Her husband, Emmett, was a strapping and dashing young man who was just twenty-two years old. He was known for prowess in clandestine fighting circles, where he always emerged victorious.

The couple's second adopted daughter, Alice Cullen, was a young adult of nineteen years who was renowned for her peculiar persona. With her vast, feline-like gaze and ever-changing, avant-garde hairstyles, she exuded a certain enigmatic allure that captivated those around her. Her fashion sense was equally impressive, as she effortlessly donned the most fashionable attire. Regrettably, some individuals perceived her as odd and wrongly accused her of dabbling in witchcraft and sorcery. However, Alice's abilities were exceptional, as she possessed the gift of foresight, enabling her to predict one's future accurately. She wedded a naval officer named Jasper Hale, who was in the front. Those who met him personally aren’t fond of him; he was a relatively quiet young man who spoke only when needed. He had blond hair tied back with a delicate silk ribbon, whilst his skin was similar to Rosalie's. According to the accounts of those who knew him, Jasper was reputed to be a man of high moral principles and integrity in his earlier years. He was known to have had a relatively brief romantic relationship with Maria before his involvement with Alice. However, rumours at the time suggested that Maria was somewhat dubious and may have been involved in certain occult practices or dark magic. Given Jasper's eventual transformation, there was speculation about the potential implications of his change in character. When around Alice, his old self would come to light. They attended many galas and balls, waltzing in the moonlight instead of entering the building.

Then, the final child was Edward Cullen, a seventeen-year-old gent who was distant and cold. He never formed relationships or friendships with anyone who wasn’t his family. Many ladies fancied Edward but were intimidated by his mysterious demeanour. He never stepped outside in the sunlight; many theorised it was a rare condition or a disease. They never dared ask, fearing he might lash out.

He found the young woman to be a mystery. He possessed a unique ability to hear the thoughts of those around him, which can be helpful but also annoying when he wants to focus on his thoughts. He attempted to listen for any words or sentences coming from her impure mind, but to his surprise, he heard nothing.

The young woman grinned excitedly and asked, “Well, Sir Cullen, the hour passes swiftly; tis rather rude not to ask a lady for a dance”.

Feeling timid, Edward complied with her inquisitive demeanour and gracefully inclined his body, extending a hand towards her. "I humbly request the honour of this dance, Y/n," he uttered softly. Y/n curtsied gracefully, holding a fan to the left side of her face. Her fingers delicately intertwined with his hand. As she grasped lightly, a slight shiver went down y/n’s spine. It felt like she had dipped her fingers in the Icey waters of a frozen lake. Y/n and Edward held one hand in the air, moving fluently in a circle. Suddenly, the classical music playing down below changed its tune. Y/n and Edward switched arms as soon as they heard the first note.

They only repeated the same movement, moving in a circle, and y/n slightly skipped. They repeated the same direction, but this time, Y/n had a mischievous grin when they switched arms. Y/n skipped in circles, flicking her skirt with one hand out to the side. She added an extra clap to the rhythm during the song's sudden pauses in beats. She skipped in a circle as the violin's rhythm picked up. Edward followed, adding his steps and skips. When the two came to the middle once more and stopped, they stepped to the side out and came in with a twirl, switching sides. Once more, they repeated this move. She delicately took hold of Edward's hand with a gentle touch, gracefully spinning away from him.

As she twirled, she kicked one foot elegantly to the left, adding a touch of flair to her movements. Edward looped to the opposite side and clapped. The two then spun back into the middle as they returned to their first position. As Y/n and Edward danced, the violin's sound filled the room. Y/n's hand tapped against her skirt in time with the music, adding to the rhythm of their steps. As they moved in a circle, Edward couldn't help but steal a glance at Y/n. Her eyes were full of playful amusement yet still held an air of mystery, making him wonder what thoughts were swirling through her mind. Edward stopped coming in close to y/n, and he spun her around.

Y/n was in an utter fantasy; never had she met any gent this fascinating. Many suitors had courted her, yet none could catch her attention. Edward was far more entrancing than any duke, lord or aristocrat who had tried to woo her.

Alas, all good things do come to an end. As y/n twirled she glanced deeper into Edwards's alluring eyes and what she saw caught her off guard. She screamed when she saw his eyes turning from a beautiful aureate hue into a void of darkness. She covered her hands over her mouth in panic. “Good god your eyes, they changed into the black of night” she panicked slightly. Edward, baffled, retreated, and lost all sense of comfort. He moved in a way that appeared to be beyond human capability to the door. She acted impulsively and reached out to grasp Edward's hand in a fleeting moment of connection. Though he paused briefly in response, he ultimately opted to depart silently to avoid attracting undue attention to their interaction. “Edward, what are you” she muttered.

With two words he coldly said, “a monster”.

And with that, he left without any fuss, he fastened the pace leaving y/n in a bewildered state. She stood at the entrance with the rococo-decored door opened widely. As she contemplated the gravity of the situation, a thought occurred to her - why didn't he just kill her straight away? Nevertheless, she observed a genuine expression on his face and discerned that he was experiencing warmth and tenderness towards someone for the first time. A sense of serenity seemed to envelop him. Y/n inched closer to the door and scanned the dancing crowd below, but she couldn't discern the presence of Edward Cullen. She struggled to reconcile the bizarre events that had just transpired and couldn't shake off the feeling that it was all an elaborate dream. She picked up the skirtings of her gown slowly trailing down the stairs as her heels reached each step. Further, she trailed to the entrance, ignoring all the ladies chattering and gents asking for a dance. Upon leaving the Palace of Versailles, she found the gardens deserted except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

As she lifted her gaze towards the vast expanse of the moonlit sky, her heart filled with a sense of longing, as she pondered whether fate would ever bring her back in the company of Edward.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

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[tetsurousharlot]

For BNHarem's Valentine Day's Rom-Com Collab! Thank you @tsumtsumsthighs for beta reading!

Pairing: Todoroki Touya x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: love at first sight trope, kissing in the rain trope, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), fantasy au (modern royalty), light angst, happy ending, creampie kink, daddy kink, degradation and exhibitionism if you squint, praise, Touya calls reader good girl, dirty slut, quirkless au, Touya has no burns, all characters are 18+. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT (i.e. like, comment, reblog, follow). I BLOCK AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS 17 AND UNDER.

Dress one, Dress two, Mask one but lilac to match instead of blue

Classical music fills your ears as you look around the room, eyes obscured by a silver to lilac ombré colombina mask, ribbon tied snuggly against your head. Couples dance as you stare longingly at them and release a sad sigh as you grab another appetizer and pop it in your mouth. King Enji and Queen Rei sit atop a three tiered dais on the highest level. On one side sits Prince Shouto and Prince Natsuo. On the other, Princess Fuyumi and a vacant chair. . . which no one bats an eye at.

Prince Touya always sneaks off from events like these but your heart still falls at the thought that you’d missed out on the chance to see the elusive first prince. Another sigh escapes your lips. ‘I just had to be late in arriving. One chance to see him and I blew it.’

You reach for another crab puff as a hand covers yours and your eyes meet icy blue ones. A gasp falls from your lips as white hair makes its way into your vision and you drop the crab puff in shock. ‘Don’t freak out. Prince Touya is standing right in front of me.’

A smirk graces his face as he stares at you, “what’s got you so down?”

“What makes you think I am?”

“Oh, nothing,” mischief dances in his eyes. “Just that you’ve sighed twice in the last few minutes. . . and you keep looking longingly at the dance floor.”

You smirk as you pick up the crab puff and pop it in your mouth, “So you’ve been watching me all night, huh?”

He walks over to you and leans in to whisper in your ear, “not my fault you’re the most gorgeous one here tonight. . . especially when you’re in my favorite color. The purple suits you.” Heat floods your cheeks as he runs his hands over the corset style ribbon backing, resting on your back, “I’d love to rip it off of you.”

You gulp before pushing him away, “and I’d love if you asked me to dance first.”

He takes your hand and leads you out to the dance floor. Gripping your hand tightly in his and resting his hand on your lower back, he pulls you tightly to him as your hand rests on his arm. He spins you around the dance floor as all eyes fall on you both.

“They’re looking at us.”

“It’s because you got the elusive Prince Touya to not only show his face but, also, actually dance at one of my family’s balls.”

“You hate them that much?”

“The parties or my family?”

Your mouth drops open at his words but nothing comes out, the only sounds being the music and the only slightly hushed whispers of gossip.

His lips graze your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “What do you say we get away from these prying eyes?”

Nodding your head, he leads you out of the room and down a corridor, hand on your waist. You wordlessly follow him out of the castle and he continues to guide you into a small, open garden at the end of an unassuming path. Water falls from a fountain as dark purple roses and calla lilies fill the garden. Tall leafy hedges grant you two some much desired privacy. A stone bench acts as the seating but you’re drawn to the fountain, taking a seat and running your fingertips along the cool water.

Body heat fills the space next to you as a hand joins yours in the water, fingertips running along yours. Heat rises to your cheeks as you feel his gaze on you.

“So . . .” you trail off, unsure if you want to ask the question on the tip of your tongue as you gnaw on your bottom lip.

“You can ask. What’s on your mind?” His hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes meet his as you exhale, “when I asked if you hate them that much, you asked ‘the parties or my family’. . . What did you mean by that?”

A humorless chuckle falls from his lips as he groans, “well, I did say you can ask.” His hand rubs the back of his neck, “The parties are just a show – an act – that we Todoroki’s all put on to show the people that we’re the perfect family. And everyone is so fake, sucking up to anyone with the Todoroki blood or anyone who curries favor with us. Or they’re trying to arrange a marriage in some way.”

“And your family?”

Another chuckle, “let’s just leave it at appearances can be deceiving. . . and I want nothing to do with them. . . nothing to do with this life.” He looks up to the stars, “I’d leave tomorrow and disappear if I could.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Silence fills the area and you’re beginning to think he won’t answer when he opens his mouth, “someone has to protect them from the king.”

Opening your mouth to ask for elaboration, you snap it closed when he looks at you with broken eyes. Rubbing the back of your neck, you change direction, “Why me, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of everyone at that party, why me?” Your eyes fall down to the ground.

A small smile graces his face as he looks up at the stars, “because you were different. Everyone there immediately went to greet the family or someone who could get them an in with the family. But you? You immediately went for the snack table. Or hid along the walls. You didn’t want to be seen, didn’t care about impressing us.”

You look up just in time to see his face mere centimeters from yours and gulp. His hand cups your cheek as he moves closer, hesitating only to see if you’ll object. When you shake your head and rest your hands on his shoulders, he closes the distance, his lips capturing yours as fireworks light up the sky, covering both your faces in yellows, blues, reds, greens, and various other colors. Purple lights up the sky as you part, looking deeply in his eyes and gnawing on your lip again.

His thumb rubs your lip, freeing it from between your teeth and confessions fill the night air and you spend the next hour talking about anything and everything.

You shiver as your clothed back is pressed against the cold stone of the hallway wall, fingers curling deep inside you. Heavy pants fill the air you grip his arm, toes curling as you cum. Pulling his fingers from you, he kisses you deeply as he pulls his throbbing cock, pre-cum forming at the tip as he gives it a few quick tugs before lining up with your walls and sinking in slowly.

You moan into his mouth as he bottoms out and stills to let you adjust. You whine as you wiggle your hips against his, nodding your head to signal for him to move. Your hands grip his arms, nails digging into them, as he pulls out and slams back in, ripping moans from both of you.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he says with a groan, giving a harsh thrust as his cock twitches inside you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you circle your hips and let out a low moan as his hands wrap around your thighs. Hoisting you higher, he angles his hips and thrusts deeper into you. Clenching tighter at his words, you bring a hand to his hair and tug on it, “Oh, God, Touya! Ri-right there!”

He smirks as he pulls back and thrusts in again, vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your sweet spot again, “Yeah? My good girl likes when daddy hits the spot? Oh, and she likes praise, based on how much tighter you got.” He moves his lips to your chest, pulling the bodice down so it’s resting under your heaving breasts. He groans as they swing with every thrust of his hips before his mouth descends on one, “You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made to take my cock. Daddy’s gonna reward you – fill you up with his cum that it’s leaking out of you for days.”

He presses a kiss to the side of it before sucking harshly, claiming you as his and smirking at the darkened skin. Pushing your legs up to rest on his shoulders, he cups your cheeks for leverage while the sound of skin slapping bounces off the stone walls of the hallway. His lips attach to your breast again, tongue swirling around your nipple as his fingers dig into your cheeks.

Heels clacking against stone reach your ears as you attempt to push him away, “Touya, someone is coming.”

“So? Let them come and see how much you’re falling apart on my cock.” He smirks as you clench tighter around him. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty slut, wanting someone to catch us. Maybe even watch us?”

“Touya, please. . .” you whine and claw at him some more. He rolls his eyes but kisses the side of your cheek as he thrusts back in, hips pressed against yours as he stills until the noise stops then heads in the other direction until there’s a creak of a door before the slam of it shutting reverberates throughout the hallway.

His hand cups your cheek softly, “you okay? Do you want to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you smile softly at him before gripping his sleeves. “No! I-I mean no. I want to continue.”

“Addicted to my cock already?” He smirks as he gives a sharp thrust. “I think you just might be the perfect woman.”

He snakes a hand between you and rubs harsh circles against your clit. Your eyes roll in your head as you rock yourself against his hips, moans falling from your mouth as your stomach tightens until you cum, coating his cock in your juices. Falling limp against him, he continues to thrust harshly as he uses you for his own pleasure. He bites into your shoulder as his hips rock into you, groaning as he paints your walls white.

He rests his head against your shoulder as he drops your legs, “you okay?”

Chest heaving against his clothed one to catch your breath, you nod your head, “Yeah, I’m good. More than good, actually.” You giggle as you clench around him, causing a groan to fall from his lips.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he lifts his head to look at you, pressing a kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “It’s crazy but I feel like I’ve known you forever,” his thumb caresses your cheek as you give him a soft smile. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“I think I am, too. Feels like I’ve waited my whole life just to meet you.”

He gives you another deep kiss, hands cupping your face before he pulls back and puts your bodice back in place. You let out a whine as he pulls out of you, hearing the rustling of fabric he pulls his pants up and steps back to help you smooth out your dress.

He gives you another deep kiss, “think I can convince you to come back to my room so I can tear that dress off you and fuck you properly?”

Letting out a laugh, you grab his hand and open your mouth to answer when a large chiming rings out, causing you to gasp. “Is it midnight already?!”

“Yeah, that’s generally what the chimes mean. So you taking me up o – “

“I’m sorry – I have to go!” You lift up your dress and run down the hallway, leaving a shocked prince alone and wondering what the hell just happened.

Shaking his head to snap out of it, he chases after you, “Wait! Y/n, wait!”

Ignoring his calls of your name, you force yourself to speed up, running faster until you hop into your waiting vehicle, making your great escape as tires squeal. Looking behind you, you see Touya run out and look both ways before spotting you as he sinks to his knees. Two broken hearts dance in the night, the magic of the masquerade is broken and tears fall down your face. Watching as he gets smaller the further away you get, a harsh wind blows your mask free and a gasp falls from your lips.

Soaring through the stars, the mask falls to a stop in front of him and he picks up, determined to find you.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since he last saw you, running and driving away from him, and he’s spent every second he could searching for you. Searching every house in the immediate vicinity and expanding his search outward more and more each day, just to turn up empty, makes him ready to give up. Groaning, he falls back on his bed, hands covering his face.

“It can’t be this hard to find one person!” He groans again as he sits up, silver catching the corner of his eye. A lightbulb goes off above his head as he dashes up, picking up your mask and turning it over in his hands.

And that’s how he’s willingly standing in the stuffy ballroom, waiting – hoping – anxiously that you’ll arrive. His icy blue eyes roam over to the door every time it opens, heart beating fast that it’s you who shows. . . only for it to fall when it’s the same people that came to gain favor with the royal family. He’s about to give up hope that you might actually show up again when his roam the room once more, heart about to beat out of his chest as a very familiar figure, eyes clad in an all silver mask, sighing sadly as a crab puff is picked up.

Pushing off the wall, he makes his way over and grabs your hand in his, “What’s got you so down?”

Your head snaps up as icy blue eyes stare deeply into yours, “I . . . you’re here again. I didn’t think you would be.”

“Why wouldn’t I be at the party I threw in the hopes that I would see you again?” His hand slides down to lace your fingers together as your mouth drops open in shock.

“I . . . I can’t be here. I have to go,” ripping your hand from his, you pick up your dress and run out the doors.

Growling lowly, he quickly turns and chases after you again, determined not to lose you again. Looking behind you, you ignore your longing heart as you pick up speed, not paying attention to where you’re going until you end up in the garden – Touya’s garden – and boots hitting the ground reach your ears as you stop, caught up in memories.

Arms wrap around you and a low voice is in your ear, “Why did you run away? Why do you keep running away?”

The cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning is your only warning as the skies open, drenching both you and Touya in a matter of seconds and hiding the tears running down your face, “I’m no good for you. Your family, your people. . . they won’t approve of me. You need someone who can benefit the royal family, right? That’s how it works. Well, I . . . I have nothing to offer – no title, no land, no riches. We could never work.”

A humorless chuckle falls from his lips just before another roar of thunder fills the space, “It would work like that . . . if I were next in line for the throne.”

Breaking out of his hold, you whip around in shock, “what? But you’re the eldest?”

“And dear old dad said I wasn’t good enough to rule. So Golden Boy is next in line. Golden Boy is the one that needs to marry to benefit the family,” his hands cup your face, wiping away the tears before icy blue moves to look down at your lips, thumb rubbing the middle of it.

Moving closer slowly, his eyes watch you cautiously to see if you’ll run again. When you make no moves of running, his lips crash down on yours as lightning fills the dark sky again. He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, “come with me?”

Entranced, you nod your head and he leads you out of the room.

And that’s how you find yourself behind closed doors, gasps and heavy breaths filling the room as Touya’s fingers make quick work of the ribbons on the back of your soaking wet dress. Lips press to your shoulder as fingers gently turn your face towards his and he claims your lips again. As you step out of your dress, he lifts you up and carries you in his arms, gently placing you on the bed as he climbs above you, lips never leaving yours as he deepens the kiss.

He pulls back to shed his own drenched clothes, leaving them on the floor without a care in the world. Climbing back on top of you, he kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you grind against him. His cock hardens as he pulls back to look at you, looking for any trace of uncertainty.

You give him a smile as nothing but love shows in your eyes, “I’m not running again. I love you.”

“I love you, too, doll,” he smiles brightly before his lips descend on yours again. One hand lines up his cock with your walls as the other grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together on the pillow next to your head.

Rain pounds against the window as Touya rocks his hips into yours, mouth leaving love bites along your neck and chest. Your hands grip his shoulders as your legs lock around his waist, gasping and panting with every roll of his hips against yours. Your head falls back as his lips wrap around your breast, tongue lapping at your nipple, causing you to arch your back. Your nails rake down his back, leaving your claim on him as he angles his hips to hit the spot that makes you see stars.

“Touya . . .“ you breathe out as you rock your hips against his faster, stomach tightening until you cum around him with a low moan.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl, coating my cock in your juices,” he speeds up his thrusts until he’s groaning in your ear as he paints your walls white. “Such a good girl.”

He pulls out of you and pulls you into his arms, bringing up the dark purple silk sheets and gray comforter to keep you warm as the chill from the rain seeps into the room. The storm rages outside as you rest your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his. Pressing his lips to the crown of your head, his hand runs up and down your arm as the other cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly while he stares into your eyes.

“Will you stay?” His voice is a whisper, barely heard above the storm.

You tilt your head up to look at him, kissing him quickly, “I’m staying. No more running.”

“Good. Cause I’m not losing you again. I love you, y/n.”

You smile softly before you kiss him again then rest your head on him, fingers drawing random shapes. Laying there in the arms of the man you never expected would ever be able to love you back, you realize it wasn’t the magic of the masquerade that brought you together because magic. . . is something you create.

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