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deathbysnakes · 11 months

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What it's like Dating Scaramouche (Fatui Scaramouche)

Scaramouche x reader (Romantic)

Message to the people that follow me:I'm sorry for not uploading that often, I've been trying to come up with a unique scenario but I eventually gave up and decided to make this sense the month is almost over.

Warnings:Swearing/ Scaramouche being a asshole/Ooc (but literally all my posts are ooc), Dottore threatening the readers life

Pronouns:He/Him (Scaramouche), You/Your (Reader)

Fluff/ A tiny bit of agnst

Explanation:Just what it's like to date Fatui Harbinger Scaramouche.

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Very hesitant and distant when you first started dating him, but still kept a close eye on you. To no one's surprise, expected you to break up with him in like...Four days or so.

Became more and more clingy and protective overtime, he's always holding on to your hand and public and glaring at everyone (probably hissed at someone who was staring at you two for to long)

Tries to talk more nicely to you but sometimes he actually calls you a idiot, he mumbles sorry when it happens, he's still got a lot of pride after all.

When you're asleep or he thinks you're asleep he'll tell you he loves you, if you weren't asleep and you decide to tell him that you heard him say that, he'll immediately deny it.

If the other harbingers found out about you, Tartaglia, La Signora and some of Dottores clones would tease him so much, Archons forbid that Dottore finds out about you, Dottore will threaten your life if Scaramouche is not cooperating with him, it works really well too and gets Scaramouche to cooperate.

He really loves being pampered by you but won't admit it, but you can tell, he always leans into your touch and will sometimes sigh in relaxation of your touch. I strongly think that he likes head and chin scratches, like a cat does.

Be prepared to wake up with Scaramouches arms around you, and is grip is strong af, but it doesn't hurt you, if you want him to let go you'll have to wake him, and he will immediately blame you for waking up this way.

Please let him vent to you, he really needs it, of course, if you let him vent to you, he'll let you vent to him, it's one of the few moments where his not being mean. He's not that good at comforting but he will try his best to comfort you.

If you fall sick, he will NOT trust Dottore to take care of you, he will get the best doctors in Snezhnaya to take care of you, and he will rush them so much, he's less mean to you when you're sick and will baby you without the cooing, if anything he's very flustered throughout the whole thing and avoiding eye contact with you.

I think his love language is acts of service, but he always acts like he didn't do it the next day and denies the whole thing, he says it was probably just a dream you had or you where hallucinating.

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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my darling experiment. (dottore x gn!reader)

warnings! tw needles, dottore is pretty cold to you at the start, innocent/clueless reader, use of petnames

(a/n) i might not have captured his character right but overall i think i did a pretty good job⋆｡°✩

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"Tch. Crying already?" Dottore's voice was cold and cruel. You could tell he was making a displeased look, even under his mask. The way the corners of his lips pointed downwards whenever he was upset, and the slight rigidity of his figure... it had taken you a while to get used to. A tense, gloved hand gripped your shoulder in a way you wish you could describe was gentle. As you stilled, he clucked his tongue approvingly, and you could hear the smile in voice. "That's a good darling." Readying his syringe that was filled with semi-clear blue fluid, his mouth formed a smirk.

Just seeing the metallic, repulsive tip made your skin crawl. Tears began pooling at your eyes again as you trembled. "D-Do we really have to-"

"Be quiet." Dottore's voice came out as a snarl as you felt his gaze bore into you menacingly. Flinching, you clamped your hands over your mouth immediately, but the tears just couldn't stop. They spilled down from your eyes and landed on the floor like little raindrops.

A burst of pain surged through your body as Dottore, without warning, inserted the syringe and emptied out the fluid in your veins. It hurt, and not in a dull way, but in a sharp manner. Fear gripped your heart, and your breath hitched, eyes wide. As the last of the blue liquid was dispensed, the man withdrew the needle and smiled. "There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"D-Doctor could I have a bandag-"

"Yes, yes. Always so impatient, it seems." Dottore sounded exasperated, but strided over to the white cabinets lined on the wall and rummaged about for a minute or two. "Here." He stated, handing you a bandage and watched you put it on yourself.

Letting out a sigh of relief that it was finally over, you blinked at Dottore with your doe eyes. "Doctor, doctor, when will the shots finally be over?"

"Ah..." Dottore seemed to ponder that for a moment as a smirk made its way across his face. "As much as I'd like to say, not long, and smile at you, that isn't the case." The man paused as he saw your figure sag. "It's just that you're such an obedient little patient that I couldn't bear to let you go."

He laughed under his breath as he saw you immediately perk up. "Really, doctor?"

Dottore hummed his satisfaction, stepping forward and running a hand through your hair, an almost innocent movement if you didn't know who you were facing. "Yes, really. I'll never let you leave my side."

"Hehe, thanks...?" You weren't exactly sure if it was a compliment, but you thanked the blue-haired man nonetheless. From where you sat, swinging you legs back and forth on the metal examining table, Dottore's six foot figure towered over you intimidatingly. "Speaking of which... doctor, how come you never take off your mask?"

"Ah..." Dottore had expected this question eventually, knowing your curious nature. Yet, he still paused to let his thoughts wander.

"Oh!" Suddenly, your eyes grew sad. "Is it because you're sick?"

Dottore chuckled deeply and shook his head, smiling. "No, darling. I'm not sick at all. My face is a part of my past to which I have left behind."

"...Oh."

There was a moment of silence as Dottore began scribbling something down on a pad of paper. His handwriting was nearly unintelligible, and you were only able to catch snippets of the words, exceptional and perfect. You weren't really sure why he was writing these things about you, but they sounded like he was praising you, so you didn't think twice about it. After all, it surely wasn't often that Dottore was this nice to you. Today was already a blessing in itself.

"Then..." You began, glancing at Dottore as he looked up from his paper. "Do you get lonely sometimes?"

The man seemed at a loss for words, only shaking his head and saying, "I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"Well, you said you left behind your past, right? Won't your friends and family miss you a lot?" You cocked your hand innocently at the blue-haired man as he let out a guttural laugh.

"Ahaha...! Family and friends, you say... now that's a new one."

"Doctor...?"

"I don't need them. Not anymore. Not when I have you, my lovely specimen." Dottore smiled at you sweetly, a look of obsession clouding his red-eyed gaze.

"So you wouldn't ever leave me, would you?"

"I would never dream of it."

"That's my darling experiment."

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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dad!pantalone.

summary. what would the regrator be like as a father?

trigger & content warnings. child abandonment (not really; pantalone just hands his kid over to arlecchino rather than raising them himself).

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, slight angst. pantalone & child!reader, arlecchino & child!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. prev | next

author's thoughts. i'm starting to post more on tumblr than i am on quotev ummm.... whoops! /lh i was drafting a series based on this concept, but i honestly don't know if it'll ever see the light of day, so instead, i will ramble about my thoughts! pantalone is nearsighted in this brainrot because i'm nearsighted and therefore can write from experience.

"he's evil" i know but hear me out!!

i think pantalone would be a good dad, but not at first.

no, no, at first he hands his child off to arlecchino to raise in the house of hearth, because there's no way in hell he's just... abandoning them. the thought alone makes him sick. the thought of his own little one potentially being exposed to harm and poverty like he was? unacceptable. forbidden. he hates that thought.

even if he's handed them off to the knave, she finds it awfully suspicious (and quite annoying...) that he's always visiting them. constantly. all the time. doesn't he have things to do..?

"i thought you had no interest in caring for them, regrator," she'd huff, recalling the funds he donates that are specifically designated to be used on them alone (which are always enough to fund the entire orphanage for at least a month), "do you want them or not?"

he doesn't have a conclusive answer, really.

by the time they're five, they already know very well who he is and why he's always around. well... perhaps not why he's always around. they don't really understand it. they just know that he is their father and that their mother is nowhere to be found. arlecchino said that it's complicated, why he's always around but doesn't seem to want to keep them.

becoming of age to start training was easily the worst thing to happen to them.

they were smart, as evidenced by their excellent grades.

they, however, were not strong.

repeatedly, they were embarrassed in front of the harbingers (those who made time to be there, anyway). over. and over. and over. it's humiliating. they hate it.

at least they aren't being made fun of, but they know very well that's only because everyone knows their origins.

still, it's not their fault that they just... aren't that strong.

it doesn't help that they can't see anything clearly if it's more than a few inches away from their face.

...

of course, pantalone notices this. they have his eyes in more ways than one—both in terms of color, and in terms of the fact that they can't fucking see. he gets it. perhaps that's why they're struggling so terribly?

then again, he isn't all that physically strong either. he wasn't blessed by the gods, nor was it easy for him to defend himself. it was his influential power that earned him his position.

so, when their training is over, all of the other children scurrying off out of fear of the harbingers, pantalone lowers himself to their height with a kind smile.

(he's a man of prestige, but for them...

he supposes he can tolerate being so close to the floor for a few moments.)

he's gentle when he brushes the hair away from their face, whispering sweetly, "would you like to come home with me, little one? this life isn't suited for someone of your bloodline."

all they can do is nod breathlessly.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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angel4astraea · 10 months

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strong believer that dottore has an opposite partner. . . but realistic version !

♡ to be honest, i don't think he'd purposefully look for someone who was different. he's a literal criminal who does vile things to other human beings

♡ everything in his personal life (if he has one) is locked up tight within his own confines of his chest. he's cold but logical, meaning that brain comes over heart. .

♡ with a person who is the complete opposite, things such as personality, style, habits, thinking, etc, he'd be so irritated at first lol. as he got used to your antics, maybe he'd find them somewhat amusing. . especially if you're working under him or beside him.

♡ if you were expecting an epic romance falling, you are sorely wrong. it takes so much to even have someone be in the same space as him when he's working. he's a high and mighty harbinger, he thinks that weaknesses (human emotions) would hinder the fatui's business.

♡ but if you do crack his first shell, you'll definitely know. he'll have you write notes while he speaks aloud when experimenting. . which is huge.

♡ as soon as you do make progress, he'll probably try to push you away. it's probably involuntary as he does it with everyone and thing. if you stay, his confidence with you rises steadily. anything that seems shaky will hinder the progress.

♡ when it gets to the point where he acknowledges something is going on, he talks with you directly. he's blunt with his thoughts and feelings, telling the truth instead of hiding it beneath tricks and tribulations. when that's over with, he'll let you make a decision over a couple days as he also needs to understand the gravity of what might happen to you if he doesn't succeed with his work and goals. pierro could use that against him as blackmail and he couldn't afford to be put down.

♡ when you two do eventually start dating, dates are meticulously planned between his trips and work. he tries his best and sometimes it isn't perfect like he anticipated. even though things can fall through, he still makes sure to make you feel appreciated and loved.

♡ if he's in sumeru, he's definitely cautious when you ask to come along. but that's the time he literally took two gnosis' from nahida so he declined that round. however, he does take you under disguise once.

♡ i believe that the whole "future" talk wouldn't come up until you two are trench deep into the relationship. i'm thinking six months? eitherway, he's clear on his wishes but is willing to hear you out; he doesn't want kids but he would like to marry you. the whole murderous father thing doesn't stick well with him. . you can't blame him.

♡ if you do want kids, he won't shut you down. i mean, he could literally make a child for you and him via his vast knowledge and DNA. that's if you couldn't carry one at the very least. he'll compromise with you about kids, the cutoff is two.

♡ strong believer in the importance of traditional marriages on his end. he might not follow any ethics in the lab but when it comes to something as sacred as this, he does want something normal. i'm thinking he'd want something related to his heritage and home country, sumeru but also something snezhnayian.

♡ would prob marry you around 3 years of dating ngl. even if it seems quick (at least in my opinion), he finds normalcy in this affectionate system you two have created.

♡ bedroom wise. . i think in the early stages of the relationship, he wouldn't initiate anything for the sake of not spoiling the reveal after months of building up bliss and curiosity. i don't care, he's not as big as a whore!

♡ when you do finally get into it, he's mindful about boundaries and whatnot. he also has to be careful with his teeth because they are both pointy and sharp. he hopes you won't kick him to the couch if he accidentally forgets one too many times about his teeth.

♡ i think he's a top but it varies. like, he can be soft when you ask but he can also be rough. his actions rely on your wants, icks and emotions. as much as he likes to say he isn't great with the whole "complex human brain immediately", he still can pick up whatever you're feeling based on faces, habits and even how you breathe.

♡ in my opinion, i believe that he is banned from giving head with teeth and sex in the lab. not explaining.

♡ overall, he's a decent person to be with but it is a LOT of work.

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explicitred · 10 months

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Pantalone's wallet is MY wallet

June 18, Post 14 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Pantalone x Male Reader

Modern au?? I need more primos :c (even though i have 7k+ primos saved up, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH) second highest voted in Dottore's Headcanons poll

Pantalone and Baizhu though, sus 🤔

What?? ahahahah. YOU’RE POOR IN GENSHIN??

Worry not, this smiling banker man will pay :D

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the massive amount of primogems coming your way to gamble more on genshin impact 😎

Sighing in frustration, you looked at your C20 Keqing.

“I swear this cat lady has a crush on me, she’s been coming to me for 20 times in a row.”

Boredly looking at her splash art, you clicked on the screen, the next thing being The Bell.

(mm, yes. my favorite.)

After clicking again, the screen returned back to the summoning page. 159 Primogems left?! The pain.

Suddenly, Pantalone’s head peeks out above your chair, cutely curious about what you were doing and playing.

“Oh? You have… 159 of this star currency?” He spoke in a hushed tone, “Do you possibly think that’s enough for the beloved of Regrator, dearest?”

Cue the spending and drowning in 1m+ primogems

We eat, shower, and shi primogems. it's a good time.

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honoriotsusuki · 1 year

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𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: abusive father and heavy manipulation (also implied gaslighting) parental abandonment and somehow angsty fluff

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☀️ Okay, so this idea came to me a few minutes ago, and I don't wanna forget it, so here we go-

☀️ Let's not debate how you got the healing hair because that would be A nightmare

☀️ So, for the sake of this, let's say your parents were well-known eristrochrats from Shnezneya.

☀️Once Dottore heard of a child with hair that could heal and keep someone young forever, he just grappled to that opportunity.

☀️He basically took away their status and fame and took their newborn baby with them.

☀️Once Dottore figured out he couldn't just chop the hair off he settled for raising you as his kid.Just saying you got your appearance from your mother

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

☀️ Dottore managed to be worse than Mother Gothel somehow by just manipulating your entire world view.

☀️ By that, I mean he made you think children never left their parents and that the outside world was practically A wasteland of thieves and death.

☀️ The more realistic books he gets you as a child are literally altered to make the world seem unforgiving and horrifying.

☀️ Also, he never tells you about the Fatui. He tells you He's a successful scientist who wishes to help those across the world, and that's why he's always gone for so long.

☀️ In reality, most of the time you will see him it will be his clones. And of course, you always sense something is different. but you chock it up to a bad mood or something else.

☀️ Dottore would pretty much get you anything that didn't support giving you freedom. Anything that would encourage you to stay would be yours in an instant

☀️ And of course, he would always tell you that brushing your hair was for bonding and because your hair had begun to grow very long.

☀️ You got your love of painting from books and the pretty pictures inside them. Dottore doesn't allow you to paint pictures of the outside world in fear that it will motivate you to leave.

☀️ He keeps Fatui guards outside the tower at all times to make sure nobody gets curious .

☀️ There was an incident where one of the low-level guards got curious and climbed the tower.

☀️ The guard was confused when he saw it just looked like a regular home. Nothing special or rare, just a basic home with odd books.

☀️ While the Fatui guard looked around, you were in your room, panicking at the idea that your father was right and someone was here to take you away from him.

☀️ In a stroke of terrible luck for the poor guard, Dottore just got home from work and was furious to find someone had entered.

☀️He rushed inside to find the guard snooping around, to which he knocked him out with a punch.

☀️You came out when you heard Dottores voice calling you and telling you it was safe

"Flower?" A familiar voice rang. The young child's ears piqued up at the sound. "Flower don't worry.Its safe now." The doctors voice rang.

The young child ran out of their room and down the towers stairs to find their father standing there with A warm smile,standing over the intruders body.

Tears pricked their eyes, and they ran into their fathers warm embrace and began to weep. Panicked sobs about how panicked and scared they were without him.

Dottore smiled at the child's dependence and let out a small shushing sound to try to calm them down.

"Now,now flower don't worry." He let out A gentle laugh. "Its alright,father's here."

Since their head was buried in his chest, they failed to notice the physcotic smirk that had spread across his face.

☀️yeah, you're not going anywhere

☀️at least not until you're twenty and get another even more odd intruder

[A/N]This was honestly a bit lazy, but I hope you enjoyed it! If you want a part two, then just ask, and I will be happy to supply.I actually have a few more ideas for this AU

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lumi077 · 9 months

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Winters’ Servants; Chapter 1

Chapter 1; Grief encompasses.

Warnings; This story has very slight yandere (but not really) themes. Reader is in mourning, they/them pronouns, no y/n mentions. established relationships, but they’ll change. slow burn. Extreme envy on your part

When the world has already kicked you away and the gods have cast you aside, you had no one to turn to but her and she understood. You two understood each other like no one else. And now even she has been taken, and you are forced to watch as her funeral becomes a business meeting. But by the Tsaritsa herself, they may not tarnish her name.

When you were inducted, all those long years ago, you had presumed that you and your peers were the best of the best. That should diplomacy be impossible, a fight would surely and swiftly turn to their favor. That in all the nations of Teyvat, it was them and you who were the strongest. But now your beliefs have been shaken, extremely and uncomfortably so.

The fair lady, Signora. Or as you knew her, for all these years, Rosalyne. A dear friend, perhaps even the dearest. Although fate seems to find you most unpleasant and therefore decides anyone who comes in contact with you must find a fate fit to punish them for every laying eyes on you. She had died on a mission to Inazuma, where this nuisance of an anomaly had managed to beat her and have the Raiden Shogun finish the job for them.

Your shoes made prominents clacking noises against the hard and cold pavement that led to the cathedral, that now is the eternal resting place of your dear Rosalyne. It was unfair, and made a flame of hatred that was long thought to be burned out sear into your heart and spread through your body with every weary beat. Just the thought of the Archons taking even more from you made your teeth grit in your mouth uncontrollably.

Your hatred filled thoughts were unkindly interrupted when you walked into a soft melody from a voice you know all too well. The Damselette was by the coffin, arms laid on its great surface with her head resting upon them. The white coat hid her form well from your sight for the moment, your eyes adjusting slowly to see it clearly. Her eyes were just behind that mask she wore, and she lazily sung each note, despite them sounding like perfection.

It took you two painful moments to realize she was singing her song, one that you were so familiar with at this point even the few notes made you remember everything you swore to forget when you heard the noise.With a gruff attitude so unlike you, you called out.

“My Lady.” Was all you said, and the singing stopped almost immediately. Bringing her arms closer to her, she turned her head to look right at you with her closed eyes. A serene smile replaced her once displeased frown. How she can see you confused you to no end, but questions like that need not be dignified with words.

“My fair dove.” She cooed sweetly, her voice as melodic as it was when she was singing.

You looked away even though there was no eye contact from your fellow harbinger. You also didn’t talk any further, just crossing your arms in your warm coat and frowning.

Columbina was confused, you were normally much more for conversation than this. She didn’t understand, and so she went back to her original position and resumed her eerie singing.

Sooner than you would have rathered, the others had arrived, and the Rooster had started his…speech. To put it quite delicately.

“We are gathered here today,” His voice carried over Columbina’s singing, not that she looked to mind. His words were as cold as Snezhnaya, and uncaring of the loss you seemed to not be able to overlook. “To remember our dear comrade.”

You were envious, how could he not care? How did he master being so unfeeling in this moment, when you cannot bring yourself to act normal at all? Signora was not close with everyone, she even said only you could work your way into her destroyed and ravaged heart. Maybe that is why, they simply did not know her like you did.

“In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing.” He declared, and you froze.

This pause in your posture and voice gave ample time for the Regrater to give his opinion on the matter. A soft chuckle before he spoke made you turn to him in your shock, dead eyes staring at his closed in calmness “Merely half a day? People say the Northland bank’s true currencies are blood and tears. But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable.” His voice was smooth and deep, pleasant to you normally but not now.

Steps, clacks of shoes much like your own consumed your confused and grief ridden brain, so you turned once more to the source of the sound.

Another dear friend, The Knave, seemed to have something to say as she narrowed her steely eyes at Pantalone. “Rosalyne died in a foreign land” Just the mention of her death panged your heart and made the burning in your veins much worse. “But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with the convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. You couldn’t hope to understand.” Her voice had more bite and authority to it, glare unwavering.

“So why don’t you keep your mouths shut. You wouldn’t want to make the children cry.” She finished, her glare retreating as she closed her eyes.

Despite your grief, you spoke. “This is a funeral, not a place to squabble.” You hissed, taking on an air of authority you feel very much entitled to right now. “Now stop acting like children arguing over a toy and pay your respects to the woman who has done more than any of us to further the Tsaritsa’s will.” You narrowed your eyes, uncrossing your arms to rest them by your side.

The youngest of your organization laughed, quiet and light but yet grabbed the attention of you all. “I agree, this is no place for a fight.”

Your glare landed on him, not needing someone so young to back you. He raised his arms in mock surrender with a smile and an arched brow. It made your blood boil. You’re too worked up now and chose to remain silent.

All the harbingers witnessed how you did not rise to the unspoken challenge the ginger had presented to you like normal, and all had mixed feelings about it.

“Utterly risible.” Sandrone laughed, shaking her head slightly from her seat on her large puppet-like machine.

Even the Captain had to have his input. Why couldn’t they just let you mourn in peace without having to worry about defending your dearest Rosealyn’s honor. Truly she cannot even rest in the afterlife, but you hope she at least has found her husband after so many years of being apart.

“Though her methods tarnished her honor, leoff alta’s sacrifice is a great pity.” He was gruff and uncaring, another strike of envy and anger washed over you. But you can’t blame them, they didn’t know her like that. “Her loss shall not hinder our progress.”

“Her honor remains intact. Let the dead rest.” You hissed, but with little venom or true bite.

He ignored you, more focused on his question “But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma?” He questioned the bluenette, turning his head to face him.

The Doctor himself was leaning on a pillar, swirling a liquid of origins unknown to you that was held in a hand sized tube. How he looked down at it and could see it, was again something you did not know and are not stupid enough to ask.

“Conventional knowledge holds that divine knowledge can be rationally comprehended. After conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move.” he spoke rationally, his voice was weirdly pleasant to you after all these years.

You knew of the plans with Scaramouche and actively detested them, despite both of them assuring you it would be fine. But it won’t be, and you know it. How, you don’t know. But that traveler is causing way too many problems for them not to be considered in this. They killed her, and you cannot shake the feeling they will kill more of you before they are stopped.

“It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics.” Footsteps of iron against stone echoed dimly, accompanied by the weathered voice of the Jester.

Theatrics? Was that what this is? A show to put on to amuse who? Her majesty? How cruel must she be to parade your sorrow as anything but genuine.

“Right now, you have no captive audience.” He declared as if it was simple, but it wasn’t. And it isn’t, and it never will be. You missed her, and you missed Scaramouche, and you miss how you felt before the news. That wasn’t simple, missing someone isn’t simple. So, you are envious once more, of how your comrades are so eager to fake this.

Dully, you were aware of everyone and you moving to circle the coffin that held the ashes of your dearest and closest friend. “Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation will endure for all time.”

Slowly you all bowed your head and in what you prayed was respect, even closing your weary eyes as you did so.

“In the name of her majesty the Tsaritsa, we will seize control from the gods.” With that you turned, your coat billowing out behind you. You could feel the stares and would be eyes on your back.

“Well said Pierro, so if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my preparations to head to Sumeru. Good evening.” you stated coldly and began to trek down the cold hall and out the door. The resounding noise of the large door opening and closing echoing loudly down to the rest of the harbingers.

Your name slipped dully from the banker’s lips, a frown and knitted brows accompanied his voice “Grief does unimaginable things to a person, poor darling.”

A scoff then a laugh “No, not my love.” Arlecchino eyed the exit from which you left. “They know what must be done and will do it.”

“The Fair Lady was always close to them.” Childe shrugged “I doubt they are taking her death as well as they put on.”

The Mayor hummed quietly, a small and aged hand going to rest on his chin “We are the strongest forces of the fatui, perhaps it has shaken them that one such as us have fallen so gravely.”

A deep guttural hum emitted from the inky black abyss that shrouded Capitano’s face “Dottore will keep an eye on them during their travels to the nation of knowledge.”

“Indeed, I shall.” The Doctor laughed darkly, shaking his head “They shall be fine under my care, rest assured.”

“They better be. I expect many reports from the two of you, and for yours to be truthful.” Pierro warned before he walked off, leaving the way he came.

With not much else to discuss, the rest of the harbingers took their leave as well.

And there you stood on the snowy and windy mountain to say your true last goodbyes as the cathedral was surrounded in ice for the rest of eternity.

Next >

#dottore x reader #fatui x you #yandere fatui harbingers #childe x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #harbingers x reader #harbinger reader #sandrone x reader #arlecchino x you #pantalone x reader #pierro x reader #lumiwritings #winters' servants

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monettsuki · 10 months

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Pantalone headcannons

GIF not mine

Also taking requests for other characters if people like this as much as the others I've written

Its all fluff don't worry (maybe a little bit of angst-comfort at the end)

Spoils you with measure - I feel like this is without saying but he would spoil you , he'd primarily make sure you're never missing anything that you shall ever need plus especially likes buying you quality clothes for events he might attend (as the Harbringer dealing with finances he would also have a big influence and would certainly be included in noble events as the Fatui "representative” that if he accepts invitations) you're definitely taken to these events in the finest of clothes and he takes pride in knowing he has such an eye catching partner by his side

Likes having you close to him - especially after a long day of paperwork and dealing with annoying requests for financing he will definitely hug you from behind and just plop his head on your shoulder while just swinging slightly side to side and letting out a deep breath (if you run your fingers through your hair while he's doing that or at least twirl a lock of his hair with one of your fingers he will melt instantly and would just lean more into your touch , it applies a lot if you put your palm on his cheek as well)

Regarding cuddling - he will admit he loves cuddling with you even going to the extent of now trying to finish his work faster so he can cuddle with you at night and feel your warmth with a blanket over the two of you while he's peppering kisses all over your face and holding you in his arms - sometimes he will even start tickling you just to make you laugh and relax more after a long day and then will put his head on top of yours after rubbing the bridge of his nose because he finally took his glasses off and then the two of you drift off to sleep

Definitely cares for his skin to look flawless and takes a day off spa day to take care of himself - it probably would surprise you a little bit (or maybe not) when one day he just takes you to the best salon he knows in Snezhnaya and the two of you just relax - no work no nothing - then he takes you to your shared home and you cuddle in bed for the remainder of the day and probably doze off at some point with Pantalone forgetting to take his glasses off due to it just happening without him getting to do that (so if you're still awake in that fated afternoon you should take his glasses off for better comfort)

He would LOVE to hold your hand in public - at all times if possible - he finds some sort of comfort (which you won't see him admit for the life of him because he thinks it will be in some sort of way corny to do so) in doing so because it's not something that's really attracting attention but also something that can show that you and him are in a relationship or at least close to eachother and those who usually would try to flirt notice that (when that happens he tightens his grip on your hand a little bit but afterwards he brings it up and kisses it - in a gentleman kind of way before putting his other hand on top of it)

Craving something? Don't worry at all! - Would definitely send someone even in the dead of night to bring you or him what you might crave in that moment - or you might just even have that already and you can just go and snack on - he will probably join you because if it's in the night (most likely) he will notice the side of the bed where you are is empty and on top of that cold (if he's getting impatient he will probably try luring you to sleep with kisses - this tactic works on him as well)

Sometimes when he is tired but he still has some work to do and cannot physically wait for the moment he is in bed, in your arms , again he will just call you in his office - and just let you sit on his lap while he continues doing paperwork and if you fall asleep he will carry you to bed before you slightly wake up and feel two arms slithering around your waist while a certain someone places a kiss on your forehead and murmurs in a sleepy tone a "Goodnight darling" (although this often could happen out of your own initiative especially if he's been up for several days because some nobles keep nagging him with some kind of idiocy they have done and don't know how to fix)

Mornings with him are very, how do I exactly explain it , calm and relaxing - he's not a morning person nor does he expect for you to cook him breakfast (he can do it himself after all ) so he has maybe a little bit of a dilemma into letting you do it for him so he will try to sneak behind you and take over when you turn your back to the stove but once you bother him enough he will accept you doing things for him reluctantly (he will try later to repay you by buying you yet another expensive gift or on your day off just making sure you're relaxing the whole day and not doing any work - he will take a day off that day too so he can do that)

The only way to make this man blush is one simple method - sneaking up on him and hugging him from behind, while burying your face in his back or crook of his neck depending on your height - he gets flustered due to the fact he is the one usually doing this and doesn't really expect it ,plus he is vigilant and can notice easily if someone's sneaking up on him so it's a surprise when you manage to do that (He will let you do it anyway because he likes it even if his face is a little red afterwards which is why he will not admit it)

While he's working you can hear faint classical music from his office - he cannot work if it's complete silence , needs something in the background to focus - anything that's with words distracts him from his thoughts at the current matter at hand so instrumentals is the way to go - sometimes asks Arlechinno for recommendations (it's one of the only things they agree on) - he lets you change the disks on the gramophone he owns for a change of pace in music (if you choose his favourite song which he has forgotten to put for about two months now he will maybe just maybe get up , abandon his work and waltz with you a little bit)

Isn't probably of showing weakness in front of people - especially you- he will definitely think that if he shows any weaknesses you'll think less of him so the first times he has mental breakdowns he will just lock himself in his office and you almost have to tear down his door after a while of him doing that because he doesn't say anything about it- the sight when the door opens is a tired and sad Pantalone (looking like a really sad puppy) and he will just plop in your arms if you hold them out to take him in an embrace (will bury his face in your shoulder and you will hear maybe faint sobs because everythings gotten too much and his stress caught up to him - he knows if you're shorter he might crush you a little bit so the couch he has laying around is the best place for comfort)

Reversed roles now of the last one - if he finds you during a mental breakdown or if you're just crying generally he will take the rest of the day off immediately mentally and just take you in his arms and letting you cry all your worries away while he asks in a gentle tone what upset you , if you want to talk about it and then if you said yes to the question he will listen patiently but if you said no he will whisper that it will be alright and other things like "you know that I'll always love you right" or anything else just to comfort you and stop you from crying as fast as possible as he hates seeing you cry (while internally hoping it's not because of him -its not him but he still has this fear within him)

Alright this is everything bye-bye ♥️

#genshin headcanons #fatui harbringers #genshin fatui #fatui x reader #gn reader #fatui x you #genshin impact #pantalone #pantalone x you #pantalone x reader

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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♡︎ 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠’𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ♡︎

anon asked: Soo I saw you take requests even for npc's so I figured I'd shoot my shot or whatever though I know you have a lot of asks so if this stresses you out don't worry about it but the fatui pyro agents? The fucker with the fire knives? Yeah that bitch? I firmly belive someone should fuck him till he crys and begs to cum

characters: sub!fatui agent x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphillia, “master” kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degrading, size kink, dumbification, creampie, cock can be interpreted as a strap on!

notes: nobu back in her horny era! on today’s post we have, fucking an npc stupid! repost bc tumblr can’t win against me

how did it come to this? with the strong, reliable, capable agent being railed stupid as his supposed next target keeps his salacious sobs and cries of pleasure silent with their bigger hand, the other holding his leg up. pushing it up further and further into an impossibly hard angle as he claws at the doors of northland bank.

a mewl slips out of his mouth as his target slips their hand off of their mouth, instead opting to keep him up by fisting at his short, grey locks. the tears that were welling in his eyes starts to fall as a drool slips from his lips and down to the floor. legs shaking as his hips weakly, pathetically twitched back to meet up with your thrusts.

“maah-! master! please!! not-noT HEREE MNGGH!♡︎♡︎” biting down on his already bruised and bleeding lips, the agent lets out another sob as he felt his orgasm approaching.

everything felt too much but so little at the same time. he wanted more. more of your cock, more of your cum, more more more!!

the fatuus felt your cock split him open. veiny, long girth breaking him apart as the tip harshly kissed his prostate over and over again. archons, he didn’t even know something like that existed until you forcibly pushed him inside one of the empty rooms of his workplace and had your way with him.

he wanted it, he craved it - no. he needed it.

needed to be fucked by you until his mind breaks, leaving behind nothing but the delicious feeling of your strap forcing him open over and over.

needed to hear you call him degrading names as tears fall from his eyes. sobbing and keening loudly, unable to form any sentences. not even a single plea to save himself and his pride.

needed to trash around as you placed a hand over the bump on his stomach. pushing on the growing bulge of your cock and cum mixed together as he writhes against the wall, sliding down more and more as your large hands on his waist leaves bruises.

needed it as you forced him not to cum again as the strap pours another large amount of cum into his gaping hole. almost falling down to the floor if it wasn’t for your strong arms keeping him up.

needed to beg. whine, wail, keen as you wrap a hand around the angry tip of his cock, placing your thumb over his dripping slit as he begged you in a heap of mess. trying to get the blinding feeling of finally cumming.

“mas-! master!! maste-anngh haah mmph♡︎♡︎!! please? pleasepleasepleaseplease-♡︎♡︎!!” another orgasm denial as you force his smaller body flush against the wall while still continuing to pound into his hole.

the fatuus’ leg shook horribly, standing on his tiptoes as you forced his walls to get used to your size, to remember your shape, to carve every little detail into his mind, into his body. into his prostate.

“you’re not gonna cum haah fuck- until i allow you to. got it, slut?” whispering in a hoarse voice next to his ear, you continued to pound into his sensitive spots. not even caring that the amount of cum you forced him to take dripping down his shaking thighs. some even dripping down to the floor, mixing with his tears and drool.

“yes-! yes master! master! master! my master♡︎♡︎♡︎!!” drunkenly blabbering about some random gibberish, the agent let out another whine as your seeds filled him up again. the skin of his stomach stretching more and more as if his body craved your cum.

finally feeling satisfied with how much you filled him up, you stood up straight to look at the beautiful art you created out of him.

trembling body flush against the wall as his hands desperately clawed at the stone, legs barely holding himself up only thanks to your help. large amount of cum gushing and slipping out from around your strap, dripping down, staining the perfect, wooden floor of the bank.

what a perfect toy you found for yourself.

slipping yourself out, you ignored his babbles about sex drunken shit before pulling out a toy from your bag - a butplug.

fingering the cum back into his fluttering hole, you plugged him close with the toy. a lewd shlick! coming out followed by the agent’s sobs.

“keep them all inside until our next meeting okay, my slut?” giving a warning squeeze to his still shaking thighs, a cruel grin spread across your face as he nodded dumbly.

maybe you should do this to him more often.

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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❛❛ Family Fur-ever ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Welcome to your new home, little one. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (Oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: ~1.5k

Notes: This is the other idea ❄️ Anon gave me and omg this one is SO CUTE. I had a lot of fun writing this 💕 I hope you guys aren't tired of Dottore fluff because I'm not :)

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

You sat by the window and stared into the distance as the citizens of Snezhnaya carried on about their day. Your eyes couldn’t help but subconsciously lingered a bit longer on those who were pushing puppy strollers, walking with a little fluff ball on a leash and playing catch at the park. To be able to do all these has always been a dream of yours. Time and time again, you’d imagine what it was like to have those loveable creatures as your companion; a husky specifically.

You wanted to ask Dottore if you could have one. Yet, when you opened your mouth, you couldn’t let any words out as uncertainty stopped you from doing so. Never once have you perceived Dottore as someone who would want critters around. But what if he did? Despite having been with him for a long time; there were still things you didn’t know about him. The dilemma didn’t last for long. Either ask him and get a ‘no’, or miss out on an opportunity to get one.

Making up your mind, you were going to ask him and get the answer. Simple. Just before going into his lab, doubts hit you once more.

It was now or never.

You went in and searched for the familiar silhouette before spotting him hunched over something on his desk. Judging from the pattern of your footsteps, he immediately recognized it was you. Without needing to turn his back, he asked, “Need something, dove?”

‘Alright here we go.’ Giving yourself a mini pep-talk.

“Yea, uh. So I wanted to ask you something,” the end of the sentence getting quieter and quieter as you spoke.

He gave you a hum, signaling you to continue. In return, he only got a few seconds of you breathing. Finally looking up from what he was tinkering with, he was met with you fidgeting with your fingers.

“Dove,” he said softly, “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

His reassurance encouraged you to ease up a bit, and so you continued, “I was going to ask if we could get a… husky.”

You heard him sucked in a breath, prepared for him to say no to your request. However, you could only hear him chuckle and replied, “That’s what all this is about?” You were baffled by his response.

“You got yourself all worked up for nothing, dear.” He stepped aside and on his desk there sat a… dog collar? He continued, “I was planning on giving you one as a Christmas gift. But I suppose it is an early gift now.”

Dottore and you would go for a stroll around the park occasionally, he never failed to catch the longing look on you as a puppy passed by. The way your eyes would brighten up with joy was something he wanted to see again. And it seemed like it was a success when you perked up.

“Are we…?” You looked at him, afraid that saying another word would extinguish that tiny spark of hope in you.

He smiled then called one of his segments over, uttering the words:

“Arrange a meeting at the dog breeding barn for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

You got the news that the puppy would get here tomorrow. So you woke up bright and early to drag Dottore out of bed. He still had things to work on, but taking a day off to go “puppy shopping” (as you phrased it) with you was worth it since he got to see you this bubbly. The moment you entered the store, you were greeted by a variety of choices to choose from; ranging from different colors of dog bowls to funny and odd-looking toys. He only followed you around the store as you browsed.

“Oh. My. Archons. Zandik! Come here and look at this!” You called him over, pointing at a particular item. He got closer to you and looked at what you were pointing at; a mini lab coat.

“The both of you can match! Can we please get it?”

He let out an airy laugh and ruffled your hair.

“You can get whatever you want, dear.”

The both of you soon came back to the palace, carrying a bag full of necessities, treats and toys to spoil your puppy with. Dottore watched as you hummed happily to yourself, while choosing a suitable spot for the dog bed. It was uncharacteristic for him to feel like this, but he couldn’t wait to see your reaction when tomorrow came.

Stirring awake, you felt something moving around on top of you. It made you laugh slightly when something soft was pressed against your face. You opened your eyes and were expecting to see Dottore. Instead, you were met with another pair of blue ones staring back at you, the blanket you covered yourself with was in its mouth as it chewed on it. You were still feeling groggy as you just woke up. But once you registered what it was, you were suddenly wide awake, gasping at the little snowball right in front of you.

“Good morning, dove.” A voice spoke up. You searched for the source of noise and found Dottore leaning against the door frame with his arm crossed.

Your attention went back to the tiny pupper when it moved in your lap, giving you a squeaky bark. You were speechless, you thought you were still dreaming but as you reached your hand out and touched it.

It was real.

The puppy let out a high-pitched bark when it felt your touch.

Dottore smiled in content as he watched the sight before him. A wide, silly grin appeared on your face as you tickled the husky’s belly. Just what he wished to see.

“Got a name for him?” he asked.

You thought for a while and looked at the husky as he jumped off your bed and tried to chew on the carpet.

“How about… Chewy?”

For the first few days of Chewy’s stay here, you followed him closely behind as he explored his new home. Giving him the name – Chewy, was definitely the right choice. He would sink his teeth into anything he could get his paws on. One minute you were looking away, the next thing you knew you heard the yelp of one of Dottore’s segments as he played tug of war with Chewy.

“H-hey! Stop biting my clothes– (Y/n) please help me and calm your dog down!”

“Ah! Sorry!”

You also discovered that Chewy’s favorite place was Dottore’s lab. The floor there was a little bit colder than the other places’, making it a great spot for taking an afternoon nap. With a new addiction to the family, that also meant more shenanigans for you to pull on Dottore as well.

You came by Dottore’s lab as usual, holding Chewy in your hands.

“Hey, Dog-tor…”

“...(Y/n), don’t–”

“Is it paw-sible for me to borrow something from you?”

Aside from the horrible puns he’d hear from you, he pretty much enjoyed Chewy’s presence. Calling him his “trusty assistant.” When Dottore dropped a tube onto the ground and it rolled away, Chewy would go fetch it back for him; earning himself some treats as a reward. Sometimes when Dottore was feeling generous and didn’t want to be seen by anyone as he got soft, he would not so subtly drop something on purpose just so he could have an excuse to give Chewy some treats (you noticed it of course, but decided to leave him be… for now.)

Even Dottore couldn’t help but melt on the spot as the little cutie rubbed against his legs (wouldn’t admit it though no matter how many times you pointed it out.) It was very rare for animals to go up to him and do that. He had an intimidating demeanor, hardly anyone would approach him willingly. And thus creating a close bond between him and Chewy.

Chewy has been staying here for a few weeks now. And for the very first time, Dottore had to take care of Chewy on his own as you had to go out and get something.

He was working on some contraptions when he felt something poking his legs. He looked down and saw Chewy wearing his little lab coat, his paws on Dottore's pants as he wagged his tail. Since this was the first time he was left with Chewy alone, he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted.

“What? Do you want a treat or something?”

Upon hearing the word ‘treat,’ Chewy jumped up and down, wagging his tail faster and letting out a sequence of barks.

“I guess you really want one then.”

Dottore looked around and made sure no one saw him before going to the cupboard where he stored extra treats. He took one with the shape of a bone out and waved it around in his hand.

“Go fetch.”

He threw it to the corner of his lab and Chewy chased after it, chomping it down and swallowing it. He then returned to Dottore, wagging its tail once more.

“You want another? I’m afraid I cannot do that.”

Chewy then sat down and Dottore instantly knew what he was going to do.

“No, Chewy, don’t you dare give me those eyes–”

Let’s just say, Chewy mysteriously gained a few pounds that month…

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore fluff #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x you #fatui #fatui harbinger x reader #fatui harbinger #fatui x reader

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deathbysnakes · 11 months

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Can I request something where Reader collapses in front of their lover, Arlecchino?

You collapse infont Arlecchino

Arlecchino x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings:You forget to take care of yourself/fainting/ you are very paranoid/ you have a panic attack

Pronouns:She/Her (Arlecchino), You/Your (Reader)

Agnst with comfort

Explanation:Your lover, Arlecchino, has been away on a mission for a while, a mission that she might, this causes you to be overcome by stress and you forget to take care of yourself, when she returns, you collapse right infont of her.

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Arlecchino was supposed to return from a mission today, though you couldn't help but feel anxious, what if something happens to her on the way back home? What if the boat she's on sinks? All these negative outcomes flood your mind, you're sitting on the couch in the living room with your arms crossed, you try to soothe yourself by taking deep breaths but it doesn't seem to be working, you can feel tears start to run down your face as all of the negative outcomes infest your brain, you didn't hear the knock on the door and the door opening. "[Name]...?" You hear a voice, your eyes dart up to see who it was. "[Name] it's me, it's Arlecchino." Arlecchino is crouching infont of you, but she's not to close. "You're alright [Name], I'm here, you're here, I love you [Name], you can get though this." She speaks in a gentle tone and she slowly reaches out her hand, waiting for you to take it. You grab her hand tightly with both of your hands, Arlecchino gently squeezes your hand. "Focus on your breathing, breathe in, breathe out." Arlecchino also takes deep breaths with you, you can feel yourself calming down. "Good job, you did amazing." Arlecchino says when you've finally calmed down. You start to feel dizzy, there's a ringing in your ear, when's the last time you ate or drank water? You can't remember. You faint and you fall into Arlecchinos arms, it takes a few seconds for Arlecchino to realize what just happened, when she does, she picks you up and rushes to a doctor (NOT Dottore). You wake up in a hospital bed and you feel something gently grasping your hand, you turn your head. "[Name]! You're awake!" It's Arlecchino, she gets up from the chair she's sitting on and she kisses your forehead. "[Name], please take better care of yourself, you really scared me." You wrap your arms around Arlecchino and you bury your head in the side of her neck. "I missed you too [Name], I'll scold you later I suppose..." Arlecchino returns the hug and she smiles, she's happy to know you're safe, she truly did miss you too.

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luciddreamingcrow · 1 year

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"The Tsaritsas Painter"

Sumery: After the reader being exiled from their former art school the Tsaritsa takes a great interest in them becoming their painter for a eternity

Btw im sorry if there will be any spelling mistakes, since english isnt my first language!

Genere: Fluff, bit occ or occ in general, first impresions and how they realized they like you/how the relationship stars,light angst in la signoras part!

Characters included: Pantalone, Sandrone, Dottore, La Signora, Tartaglia.

Prologe

Reader was onese a respected art student and was considered one of the best in the region, heavenly praised for their talent and unique way of painting, executing and representing the final products message but after studying about the heavenly principles in Sumerus Academia they realized that the principles that they were made to follow and submit to were flawed and corrupt, resulting in them to represent that belief into their drawings and quote on quote ruining the art schools reputation resulting them getting banned from the art school that they studied in because on their controversial views of the heavenly principles and how they were against them, later on these "rumors" spread to Snezhnaya, wich lead to reader being commissioned by the Tsaritsa herself, not to create more of those paintings that brought nothing but chaos, but portraits, more specificly for the harbingers, knowing that because of their similar believes, they'll get along just fine.

Pantalone

First impressions/meeting:

Pantalone was the first one to getting his portrait because he didn't need to move around as much as the other harbingers, spending more time on filling in documents in the fatuis headquarters, the first time he saw reader it was when they were at their studio, tiding up the plase before he had to pose for his portrait and he was really happy to meet the troublemaking artist and in his nature he teased them about it, making pointless remarks just to start a convo with them (of course not having the intention to insult them, rather to start a convo with them about their interst, where they are from ect, just to get them more comfortable and let loose) By the end of the first section the two of you would have small talk while you paint, creating a nice comfortable environment for the bought of you.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

Tbh it started of small, from caching you making small doodles of him during "important meetings" and of course teasingly commenting about it later, to admireing you working on his portrait, by the time you started to run out of supplies he would buy new ones for you with twice the quality, leaving small pouches with "a tiny bit" of mora alongside with a note saying to buy yourself something nice （^__^ ) and sometimes he would let you relax into his office when commissions and painting gets you overworked. It would be one of those days where you were burned out and while Pantalone was comforting you with his soothing voice, he let his confession slip hopping for his compliments and gifts to mean something more than just him being polite

Sandrone

First impressions/ meeting:

She really didn't have time for anything besides her work, she was always concentrated in the construction of her next machinery and other working on big progects, and having to pose for more than a hour at least onece a day didn't really excited her all that much seeing it as a waste of time and often felt frustration that she couldn't do something more productive, but after some time after getting familiar with your presence and the studio, she didn't held a grudge against you for that long, and she even started looking forward to the next painting section, now seeing it as a opportunity to take a break from her work and started to enjoy your company.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

After the portrait was done, she yearned your presence even though at first Sandrone did everything to ignore it but atlas she found herself in your studio more oftentimes than she would like to admit, and after some time she would invite you over in her office so she can do something productive while still enjoying your company, she would ask you to review some of her beta designs on some of the machinery she worked on, asking what you liked, disliked, what would you change because to her you are the artist and have a better understanding on what looks more appealing. Sometimes you would be the one working on some of the beta designs and after they were done she would name them after you and that was a way of her saying that she genuinely likes you.

Dotore

First impressions/meeting:

Similar to Pantalone he was really excited to meet you, and whats a better way to introduce himself by showing off his office and all the questionable experiments hes working on, of course even though he wouldn't experiment on you (even if he wanted too) he still would be making jokes of you being his next patient to experiment on, but whenever he would pose for the portrait Dottore would admire the other creations on your studio genuinely interested whast the meaning and story behind them letting you ramble about them for hours on end.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

He would send one or two of his clones to "borrow" some of your works in progres so whenever you would look out for them he would claim that he knows here they are, but he would tell you only give them to you, only if you accompany him from some time and that time being around a hour or so, or he would drag you to a meeting that he doesn't really feel like going so he can watch you draw on your sketchbook. Whenever he would have to go to a expedition Dottore always makes sure to buy exclusive vases, items, statues for them to be drawn by you, though sometimes he wishes if he could be the center of your new masterpieces.

La signora

First impressions:

Amused but impressed to say the leased, she would suddenly look and admire the way your hands flew acros the paper, sketching whenever you were uninterested in a meeting and it became a habit of hers to make sure you were sitting besides her so she could watch you draw, and always kept a loving and gentle look despite her judgmental personality.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

The time she would realize that she saw you more than just entertainment its when you'd give her a small but genuine compliment while you were making her portrait, and for context she knows that she looks good but having someone say it with a sense of honesty and genuine intend, just made her heart warm, but also this sensation made her dizzy, she felt like she was drowning but in the best way possible, and from this day on Signora chased that rush you gave her, always wanting just a little more. And by that she frequently took you to walks on forbidden parts of Snezhnaya for you to take inspection, took you to expensive dinners to discuss "fatui related plans", etc. Before she had to go to Inazuma Signora gave you a gift, a companion, more specifically a fire moth made by her own hands to keep you company and she made a promise that shell come back as soon as possible. You realized that she was lying when the moth that she gave you, one day became nothing but dust.

Tartalia

First impressions/ meeting:

To be honest, similar to Sandrone, hes not that hyped about it since he travels a lot it would be more tiering to have another person with him but Childe didn't dare to exprese it, because he didn't want to make you fell uncomfortable or unwanted. Of course he wound be the one that decidet on a schedule that would be comfortable for the bought of you.

How they realized they like you/How the relationship started:

You two of you would spend time mostly in Liyue because of his packed schedule , and when he had free time he would insist to get you to dinner cuz " You most likely have been eating the same cheap food sience you joined that art school of yours and I might as well get you something good while you are here with me^^". Tbh at that moment you felt SO blessed cuz he was so damn right, in your first dinner together you mostly talked about surface level things because he wanted to let you eat in pease after not having a proper meal for ages. For the rest of the "dinners" he took you in, you mostly sketched and practiced his facial features for the portrait while he talked about adventures that he had with his siblings, latter on, you would most likely start commenting on some of his features that you havent noticed until that moment, and like the first time you casualy compliment him, he was in shock because hes so used to him being complented for his strength and battle skills basically hes being complimented for being a weapon for others to use, but when you complimented HIM and not hes capabilities, he felt his heart skipping a beat while hes face started going red, and from that moment on he doesn't think that you being alongside his isn't that bad after all.

A/n: OMG Ive had this fanfinc in my notes for SO LONG, because I wanted to write abb all of the harbingers in one go, but I eventually burned myself out so yeaaaah, if yall want a part two just tell me, tbh Im glad that I had the urge to finnish this in 1 am cuz Im so tierd of seeing this fanfic in my notes, but I love it so much omg, also Im having the time of my life learning 3d modeling in blender and crying over it in 5am 😎

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scaranation · 2 years

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{ time is money }

Pairing: Yandere!Pantalone x F!reader

Type: oneshot

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A certain love struck harbinger would be willing to go any length simply to spend more time with you - even if it meant bribing and manipulating his way through your friends.

“10,000 mora.” The harbinger’s voice was cold, ringing crisply in the damp cathedral. The poor Snezhnayan villager was knelt at his feet, shivering - if not in cold, then in fear.

“10,000 mora to cancel all your plans with her. I’ll sweeten the deal even more - 50,000 mora to cut all contact and move regions. I’ll even fund your emigration.” Pantalone laced his hands together, and watched as the confused villager struggled to find words.

“I- of course, I’ll do it. P-please don’t hurt my family…”

Pantalone smirked, bringing out a contract and watching meticulously as the person before him signed it. Once his fatui underlings ushered the terrified civilian away, the harbinger was once again alone in the cathedral - or at least, he was, until a skirmisher burst in.

“Your orders have been carried out, sir. All parties agreed to cut contact with her.”

“Good.” Pantalone crossed out the list he’d compiled of every person you’d interacted heavily with - a rare smile gracing his face. It had always seemed as though you were too busy to meet him. Everyone said that money couldn’t buy happiness, but it could buy time - and what greater joy was there than to spend time with you? Now that all the distractions were out of the way, Pantalone mused, there was nothing for you to do but crawl into his awaiting arms.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can make it. I-I have to go.” Your friend turned as paler than the snow of Dragonspine when they saw you at the door of their cottage, backing away.

“It’s just fishing! We haven’t talked in ages!” You stuck your foot in the door as your friend attempted to close it, fingers tightening on the frame.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t. Something came up, thanks for understanding - bye!”

The door slammed shut with a staccato thud, a sense of finality that bore its weight into you. Why did it feel like everyone was avoiding you these days? Did they truly tire of you already?

It hadn’t been long since you’d moved to Snezhnaya and joined the fatui. You’d quickly made new friends - including one who went by the name of Pantalone. He was sweet, and down to earth, whilst being the most polite person you’d ever met. Even after revealing that he was a harbinger, he still insisted that you continue to visit him - which you happily did so, always taking care to stop by his office for a chat at least once a week.

That’s right. Pantalone. He hadn’t left you yet, had he? It seemed that lately, everyone had been going out of their way to avoid coming into contact with you. But not him. He was as kind and as understanding as ever. The one constant in your life amidst a flurry of people leaving. The one you could trust.

Before you’d even realised what you were doing, you had come to a stop outside his office. Your feet had taken you there of their own accord - perhaps it was just your natural inclination to seek comfort from the one person who’d stayed. You knocked on the door, and to no avail.

There was no answer from inside the harbinger’s office.

That was the last straw, for you - was Pantalone ignoring you as well? Tears pricked your eyes, making the floorboards swim in your vision as you sank down to the ground in dismay.

What was going on? Were you really that dislikable…?

Suddenly, a pair of black boots appeared in your vision. It felt as though those boots were the only thing you needed to see - in that moment, just the idea of having a reprieve from constant social rejection was enough to send serotonin rushing through your veins.

“Why are you crying?” Pantalone’s voice was soft and warm as he knelt down, taking off his glove to gently tilt your chin up. His hair was windswept, and dusted with a light coating of snow - he’d probably just gotten back from an errand. Exactly, it was just an errand - he would never leave you. The thought comforted you, as you sank into his touch.

“It feels like everyone hates me.” You mumbled as Pantalone sat down and pulled you into his lap, gently thumbing away your tears.

“Why so? I can’t see a single reason why anybody could dislike you. You’re so perfect, you know.”

“Everyone’s been avoiding me, and they’re all… leaving me.”

“Do you want to know something, dear?” Pantalone paused to discard his harbinger coat and drape it over your shoulders, tenderly doing up the clips beneath your chin.

“What?”

“The kinds of people who leave you are the people who you were better off without in the first place. I’ve learned that myself as well… And one thing you should remember is that I will never, ever leave your side.” The harbinger pulled you closer as you sniffled, your eyes clearing.

“Thank you, Pantalone… I… You’re really the only one I have.” A surge of warmth bloomed in your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him - feeling him hug you back in response.

What you didn’t see, however, was the grin spread across Pantalone’s face as he murmured sweet nothings into your hair. What you didn’t know was the feeling of victory that permeated his veins.

Time really was money, and Pantalone had just bought yours.

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin oneshots #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin x you #fatui x you #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #pantalone imagine #yandere pantalone

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daisydoesfanfics · 1 year

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|A Light In The Darkness|

Dottore x fem!reader

Description: Zandik was a selfish man, he only saw three things: the Tsaritsa, negativity and himself. That was until a specific girl joined the fatui.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst(?)

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of some violence, just Dottore himself honestly

A/N: I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO UPDATE :( I've been busy with the exams and multiple projects being due that I barely even played GI lately. I hope you guys enjoy though.

Nobody ever understood him. His ways, his past, everything about him was strange and questionable. He never did something that didn't benefit him, always putting himself first, other than the Tsaritsa of course. He was smart which is something that you can't deny. Expelled from the Akademiya, his reputation got worse and worse.

Her on the other hand, used to be a warm, beautiful young lady. Part of a prestigious clan in Inazuma, that served directly under the almighty shogun. It was long ago, maybe a few hundred years. She did everything, she served the shogun, she cut ties with her friends that caused them to be killed and she even severed the head of the man she loved just for her family to throw her into the depths of Inazuma's cold ocean, betraying her for being "useless". How stupid they were. Because now, she was the right hand of the Cryo archon. Position higher than the harbingers themselves which made her feel the respect she longed for.

This made a specific man notice her. Dottore, 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers, also known as "The Doctor". He knew she was powerful. He slowly observed her from afar. Noting down her hobbies and interests. After doing this for long enough he decided to approach you. That one conversation struck a spark between the two and they got together almost instantly. It's a surprise that a girl so nice got together with a madman like him. But people still see a hint of light within her. Although she basically sold her soul to the Tsaritsa, her kindness remains untouched.

Once she asked Dottore a question. "What would you do if I died right now?" He paused, not because he was thinking, no, but because he was shocked at that question. First of all, he would never let you die, besides you were much stronger than that. "I will burn the entirety of Teyvat, I will make them suffer the way you did, make them feel the pain you did. I will burn it all down, myself along with it." He said, taking you by surprise. He was so passionate about it. He was so passionate about you.

Maybe, there was still some light in the darkness.

#dottore #fanfic #fiction #fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #dottore fluff #dottore x you #dottore genshin impact #angst #dottore angst #fatui dottore #fatui x reader #fatui x you

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