So @miss5tingray pointed out the visible eyebags Pantalone has on the new banner art and it gave me evil thought.
What if, depending how many updates Pantalone features for, they gave him like tiny little more wrinkles each time as the Elixir stops working. Nothing drastic. Just slow psychic damage to Pannation.
as long as my fo is The Creature, I don't mind either
Remaining time: 11 hours 32 minutes
*please mind that candiru fish swimming into the urethra is considered an urban legend with no solid proof. One species will, however, feed on human blood.
Yes you have to pick. If it differs between f/os please tell me uwu
in my daughter's eyes - Pantalone/Reader (Part II)
Part I
Explicit mentions of childhood trauma, childbirth, and child abuse are mentioned in this fic. Please heed the tags in the fic!
It’s a girl.
That’s what 25 announces after withdrawing the writhing, screaming infant from between your legs, cutting the cord connecting it - her - to you, calling out numbers Pantalone could not have hoped to know the meaning of to the other Segments in attendance.
He barely gets a good look at the baby before she’s swaddled into a bundle, obscured from view.
Pantalone is a touch surprised to see 25’s bedside manner so proper; asking if you require more pain medicine, checking your oxygen levels and blood pressure, sending 18 to fetch you an electrolyte drink. But Pantalone was wise enough to realize it was probably only because 25 was treating the Regrator’s spouse, and not the Ninth himself. Pantalone had long since gotten used to the brusque and blunt manner of Dottore and his other selves, but for you, his beloved, he would procure only the very best.
Indeed, that is what Pantalone chooses to focus on, the numbness of the last twenty four hours wearing off: your water breaking in the middle of the night, the panic and pain twisting your face, Pantalone calling on Dottore and the others for the assistance he had paid them handsomely to provide. And then, of course, the impending reality that Pantalone had grappled with for nine months: after four centuries, he was about to enter a new stage in his existence.
I feel like 99times out of 100 antalone could become toxic very very quickly and in someone ways it is, even their 2nd/kinda first meeting is a bit shady but they just choose not to be
They choose to be good to one another but they could both become very hurtful to eachother quick
Pantalone is ofc pantalone but anny when she gets upset or frustrated will resort to violence in a way like a cornered animal
She will throw things, she will yell, she will slam doors and break things. Fenya will be cold and condescending, talking down to people. Which in arguments, only makes it worse
So point is, is that they choose to be good otherwise the relationship would end up quite abusive for both
He basically invited himself to the family's city residence and invited them all to sit with him in their own parlor with him so that he could observe and maybe even talk to anny. Ofc he did this with much more tact but this is the basica of how it went
It did take figuring out who her father was first but once he did he had to see her. At first he didn't recognize her because she looked different. Her dress was simpler and her hair was curled around her head and no jewelery or makeup
He had expected her not to look exactly the same as that night but the way her hair was styled and even the way she was dressed was different but when she smiled he recognized it immediately. The official reason was trying to strengthen ties between the tsaritsas side and everyone else's and decided to start with them
being spanked by older man f/o…..so strict….he does it for your own good he says, when your skirt is flipped over your bum and your panties are tugged around your thighs with his arm keeping you pinned down on his lap to feel his erection against your belly, while his big wide palm comes down on your bottom ☹️☹️☹️
For a Harbinger that controlled things behind a desk rather than on a physical battlefield, Pantalone sure did have a lot of scars decorating his body. You would have never guessed, his clothes hiding every bit of suffering he endured, and he carried himself like it didn't bother him. But when you two were away from the noise of everyone else, when you two were intimate and able to find comfort in each other's presence, that you could see another side of Pantalone that was hidden from so many.
The Harbinger rested underneath you, observing your every move as you splayed your hand across his chest. Pantalone's gloves had been tossed to the side, and his rings were haphazardly dropped onto the nightstand, all to properly sink his fingers into your soft thighs while your cunt fluttered around his cock.
"... Can I?" Adjusting to the sensation, you eyed the past injuries littered on your lover, just a little bit away from your fingertips. When the banker revealed himself to you like this, you couldn't help but want to kiss and trace the scars, maybe so that he would stop finding his own suffering funny and think of you instead.
"Can you what?" Pantalone teased, and you let out a soft sigh as he thrusted upward. As much as you loved Feofan's eyes, maybe it was a good thing he kept them closed so often, because the sultry gazes he directed toward you at any possible moment was enough to make you tongue-tied.
"Can I touch them, Feofan?" He found it amusing that you still asked permission when you knew he always said yes, and still took the opportunity to tease you about it.
"You may." You were always a gentle person, compared to him. He didn't need to tell you to be careful, and perhaps that was the highest level of trust Pantalone could offer you.
Some of his scars were sensitive, some of them were not. Gunshots through the arm. Or the skin that had been burned with chemicals. The ones from his surgery. You would gasp every time you sank down on him, his fingers moving to rub against your sensitive spot, while Feofan would occasionally let out a noise if you brushed against a particularly sensitive area.
"Does it hurt?" You'd always murmur if he made a sound, withdrawing your fingers as if you thought you had caused the injury yourself.
"I doubt you're capable of that, darling. Keep going." You leaned down to kiss his delicate chest, his hand reached to support the back of your head, holding you as you two reached your orgasm together. With your cheek pressed against his firmness, you couldn't help but sigh, seeing all of his pain displayed all over.
"If you're going to look so broken-hearted when you see me like this," Feofan cupped your chin, his tone still light despite his words, "I might need to keep my shirt on next time."
"I'm not sad," you quickly defended. "I was just... thinking."
"If only your words could be as convincing as those adorable sounds you make."
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