how high might the fluff meter be between a touch starved reader and dottore? because a part of me thinks he would be smug about it. like the thought of being able to turn your s/o into a melting mess all because of a hug, compliments or head pats alone may give him an ego boost i fear
I actually love this ask!!
I am so so so sorry this took so long! I went a bit crazy with the older segment's section lolol
I think it firmly depends on the segment lolol
I think the younger and older Dottores would be more affectionate, while the 25 & 35 segments would be more standoffish with their affection out in the open!
More below the cut!
The older segments would be more indulgent (45, 65, and the og zandik), leaning into the reader's need. Think, lots of headpats, hugs, and maybe a hand on the small of their back if they were walking around the lab or the palace.
The older segments would be more indulgent (45, 65, and the og zandik), leaning into the reader's need. Think, lots of headpats, hugs, and maybe a hand on the small of their back if they were walking around the lab or the palace.
Additionally, if you were in a relationship I think they would notice your needs before you could even put your finger on them yourself. (he would be showing up to your shared room with a blanket, a book, and a cup of hot chocolate/coffee/tea for cuddles istg)
You were holding it together, albeit just barely.
Everyone in the lab was on edge because the Regrator was coming by to do an inspection to see how his funding was being used.
You hadn't been able to go home and rest for more than six hours, spending the majority of your time in the lab running back and forth.
it was 1:30 AM. And you were going to crash out.
You reattempted the same experiment you'd been working on for the past five hours.
No reaction. Again.
You let out a loud groan, taking off your gloves and tossing them on the table.
"Is everything okay over here?"
Lord Dottore‽
You jolted, you thought you were alone, what was he still doing here?
"Ah, my lord," you paused, looking at the beakers that surrounded your workspace (no doubt out of lab safety regulations), "everything is fine, I'm just having some trouble with the experiment reagents."
He hummed in response, walking towards your workstation, flipping through your lab notes.
"You should go home and get some rest," he said after a few moments, still facing your notes.
"Ah my lord tha-"
he quieted your refusal, putting a hand on your head.
was he giving you a head pat?
and you didn't mean to lean in, you were sleep deprived, going off caffeine and chemistry driven rage. And in your defense you didn't think the lord Harbinger was capable of something as a head pat.
Needless to say, following that day, whenever you went to report something to him he would respond to what you were saying with a hum, some off-handed comment, and a head pat.
All of this was great to say the least, until you found yourselff going out of your way to report things to him in hopes of a head pat.
You sighed over your beakers, shaking your head.
Talk about pavlov's dogs, just how touch-starved am I?
you knew he was onto you when he instead of giving you a head pat opened his arms to you.
"Would a hug be a better reward than a head pat, my dear?"
your eyes widened in surprise, and you found yourself nodding before you could process your actions.
He took a step towards you, pulling you into his warm embrace.
I think 25 and Omega would be a bit different, maybe a bit smug (if not 25, definitely Omega). They would want you to earn the affection, or would really only be affectionate if it were the two of you (and this does include if the other segments were around lolol, cant have them thinking they're getting soft).
It had been a long week, your coworkers had been giving you hell about things that were outside of your control, and Zandik had been stuck in the lab all week leaving you all alone.
you were tired, you just wanted a hug.
That was all.
Which lead you to your current predicament.
asking him for a hug in his office.
"What do you want?" He asked, mask covering his eyes, "I didn't quite hear that."
your cheeks burned.
"A hug," you said, narrowing your eyes at his antics, as you slowly turned to walk away "if you won't give me one I'll just have to go ask one of the other-"
Just as you had fully turned around to walk away from him to find another Dottore, he grabbed you arm and pulled you into a warm embrace.
Immediately, feeling victorious, you melted into it.
"Oh what's this, so content already?" he asked, making no attempt to let you go.
You simply hummed in response, leaning back into his embrace.
While 18 and 8 would be very bashful about giving you affection. They would be indulgent, but also very flustered in the process. I dont think they would get smug about it, i think it would be more of the touch starved leading the touch starved (at least for 18). 8 would just be happy to be there lol (you want to hold his hand, sure! hug him? great!).
I feel like it would be pretty hard to be touch starved with these guys purely because they would also be seeking you out. Think 8 suddenly giving you a hug or 18 hugging you from behind mid experiment.
If you and 18 were in a relationship he would be pulling you away from experiments to the confines of his office for daily cuddles, hugs from behind, etc. (and the feeling is mutual, you are also pulling him into his office for a hug, leaning on him during meetings, etc.)
If you aren't in a relationship I think it'd be more subtle.
If you were working on an experiment together you two would be far closer than you needed to be, thighs touching under the lab table, leaning over each other when taking notes, etc. Which would later turn into hugs and cuddles in his office (maybe even a relationship, if he was comfortable enough to show that he sought you out for affection it''d be reasonable to say he trusts you)
A/N:
I'm so sorry this took so long. I've been dealing with a bit of work drama and then things for my summer class (I hate physics).
And then I'm trying to work on Dottore's cosmic joke, but its turning into him having too many personalities (which fits, but at the same point, is a pain for writing)
I think I'll just end up making a one-shot with this premise, not touching on any one exact segment tbh. I don't think I did this request justice with my writing here.
note: very self indulgent, so yeah
warning: I am not an accountant... so expect incorrect financial jargon and ideas of what they do >:D, slight pantalone x reader, although it's not explicitly romantic (could be seen as genuine concern)
When I dont get enough sleep I get more blunt and unfiltered, and depending on how little sleep a bit slap happy. So I got to thinking, how would an Pantalone take this with a Secretary! reader?
It was the week after Tax day, and all through the 9th's domain, accountants and financial advisors scrambled to process tax forms.
It was the Tuesday after a nation's taxes were due. Which meant the financial department (ergo those working under the 9th harbinger) were working around the clock to get everyone's information in before Friday (the official Fatui deadline for such things).
Which meant, as the Regrator's secretary you were losing it.
Three days before taxes needed to be in. Three.
You'd been working for him for longer than you cared to admit and you knew how bad tax season was.
You had played these games before.
14 accountants quit before 10 am yesterday. The senior accountants muttered under their breath how 'the youth couldn't handle stress anymore.'
7 of the accountants who didn't quit were wearing the same clothes they were yesterday, leading you to believe they didn't leave yesterday.
And 4 accountants had broken into tears as some foot soldiers brought in two cartfuls of tax forms.
So it was going swimmingly.
It was Tuesday, how were you to deal with three more days of this?!
You weren't fairing much better. The week after tax week was stressful for everyone involved, yourself included. While you didn't necessarily have to manage the incorrectly filled out forms or deal with the stress of processing the nations taxes, you had to deal with something else: people and the paperwork that was above their paygrade but below the regrators.
Your job during this week was to ensure no one lost their mind before Friday. It seemed easy on paper, but you swore it got harder with each year. Especially with the discontent of Snezhnayeans regarding Project Stuzha.
You were on you 5th cup of coffee today, and it was only 11 am. You had only slept a total of about 2 to 3 hours (give or take), and it didn't look any better for tonight.
As you busied yourself with your own paperwork for the day you didn't notice the ninth's arrival.
A small 'ahem' from in front of you made you aware of his presence.
You jolted in surprise, "Good morning sir."
"Good morning, my dear, " he paused, amethyst eyes taking in your complexion, "how is everything going?"
"Aha, well sleep has become the enemy in the office. We've had 14 people quit, a few burst into tears when they saw there were more forms to process,. It's safe to say we've exceeded crashing out, we're just hysterical," you trailed off.
Sleep deprivation hits everyone differently. For you your usual professional tone goes out the window.
You shook your head, trying to sound some semblance of professional. "We should be done by Friday, there is a lot of stress in the office right now."
He nodded, "how are you handling everything?"
You gave him a deadpan look, how were you handling everything‽ with coffee and pure spite!
"The longer I sit here the more the words swirl and the less faces look real."
You let out a small giggle as his brows furrowed together, sleep deprivation taking your filter and will to care with it.
"How many cups of coffee have you had today."
You narrowed your eyes at him, "Hey, that's between me, god, and the keurig."
He looked physically pained, "What's a Keurig!?"
"Shhh don't question it."
He looked down to the forms before you and then back up at you, "You need sleep."
"Probably," you shrugged, "my therapist told me that sleep would help, but probably not as much as caffeine."
"I swear every year it gets worse," he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his hair in exasperation.
You smiled up at him, "There's no backing put now sir, you signed up for this the moment I became your secretary."
He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head, "I wouldn't dream of it, now come on, you need sleep." He said as he ushered you out of your seat and into his office towards the couch, "Can't have my secretary going mad on me."
A/N:
I hope this makes sense... if not... read it while sleep deprived maybe it'll make more sense then (kidding kidding)
I hope everyone enjoys lolol
It's kinda funny that the topic is sleep deprivation because when I wrote this the first time I wrote "Across the clock" instead of "around the clock" (talk about the pot calling the kettle black lolol)
very self indulgent lol (I am almost out of the confines of physics, two more exams)
literally this is just me yapping about the Fatui and their masks, slight x reader at the end, but is mostly a yap session for me
The concept of making your soldiers wear masks is so interesting to me. There are a few reasons I can think of as to why, but the main one comes down to anonymity. If you were in the fatui, fighting alongside your squadron (idk the word they use for small groups in the fatui) it would be easier to accept the loss of a faceless comrade than someone who has shown you their bare face.
Due to this, I think that if a member of the Fatui shows you their bare face it should be seen as something special.
Obviously, we take seeing people's faces for granted. Think back to covid when everyone had to wear masks, when you finally began to see people taking them off it was a bit strange to see their face. It's like that, but more dramatic (bc emotions and such).
Also, also, also, I've seen a headcanon floating around that members of the Fatui cannot date one another/have romantic relations (I don't remember where I saw it but I thought it was interesting). With this, I feel like the mask carries a new meaning. Not only is it to prevent Fatuus from mourning comrades who they've lost, but it also serves as a reminder that you cannot seek out romance with your fellow members of the fatui.
Which is kind of ironic, when you consider that the Cryo archon's divine ideal is love. When the Archon that is supposed to represent love wont even allow her soldiers to love, what does that say?
(note: I was looking it up while writing and coudn't find anything confirming that love is her divine ideal, so yeah if it turns out that her ideal is something else, ignore this ig).
On a similar note: the Harbingers
They don't wear masks (save dottore). I think this is because they shouldn't be under a veil of anonymity. I don't know how the snezhnayan citizens view the Fatui, so I'm just going to look at this through the lens of a member of the fatui. The Fatui want to have model soldiers to look up to, people who exact the Archon's will, hence why the Harbingers are allowed to show their face (imo).
However, I am not sure if this would mean they are excluded from the greater fatui population when it comes to the matter of their heart. As a harbinger would they be expected to harden their heart to love of their fellow Fatui or would having a Fatui partner show that they are truly living by the Tsaritsa's ideal?
Taking these theories and running with them:
When dealing with Fatui-fatui relationships (if the reader is not a harbinger), I think the removal of the mask would be a semi-emotional moment. I interpret it as finally taking a true step towards romance with them (showing that both parties are serious about the pursuit of a relationship).
Their fingers traced the edge of your mask, cool ivory contrasting with the warmth face.
"Are you sure?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You knew this kind of relationship with your fellow Fatuus was against the rules, with a harbinger especially, but you couldn't deny the feelings that had taken root between the two of you.
A finger hooked onto the underside of the mask.
"I am," they said, voice certain as they gingerly pulled off your mask, setting it onto their desk eyes never leaving your own.
You felt almost naked without your mask. You really hoped they didn't have some preconceived view of how you would look.
"Quit over thinking," they said, bringing you back to reality, "I know the meaning behind my action as well as any other member of the Fatui."
"May I?"
You nodded before you could think about what would come next.
And then, they leaned in kissing you, finally.
Tried to keep it open to interpretation, hope I succeeded lolol.
A/N:
Lots of things happening in my personal life, school, work, drama (ugh).
anyways, I should be getting to my inbox soon. Dottore's Cosmic Joke is a work in progress. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into when I decided it would be all of Dottore (segments and all). So IDRK when it'll be coming out, I have a lot of it done, I just need to figure out how to broach the elephant in the room (the child)
seriously, fatui fics should incorporate this, especially if it is a harbinger with a reader who is a lower rank than them. It is such an interesting concept to explore.
And you can always look into the House of the Hearth, none of them wear masks and they all have strong bonds with one another. it adds another element to this conversation.
if a member of the House of the Hearth fell in love with another Fatuus would they be exempt from the rules regarding romantic relationships?
when your dps refuses to heal because he has a grudge against an archon🧪
If Dottore ever became playable, it would be really fun if we couldn't heal him with Nahida's statues. This reminds me a bit of Raiden not being able to cook. Anyway! It was really fun drawing lumine, and honestly, halfway through, I had to pull out some skills to remind myself that I can draw something more complicatedᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ. I have to admit, I'm guilty of using Furina as my main healer on more than one occasion, but hey! No one was dying from all the healing she was doing!(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪
"I heard someone say no matter what the mission is,
he always charges headlong into the fray...
He's never scared of getting hurt...
Maybe he even enjoys it!"
♡Warnings:♡︎ SMUT! Unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), whimpering 🤤, virgin sub Zandik, experienced dom reader, hair pulling, talking him through it
It should’ve been humiliating for you to be in between Zandik’s legs like this, but nothing about you having your pretty lips on his cock felt even remotely close to shame.
After days of what felt like 18!Zandik going crazy and thrusting his fist onto his cock desperately almost every break he took from the lab work, you felt the need to step in.
It was getting annoying after all. 18’s frustration and horniness just spurred him on to lash out to every little thing, every little mistake he made on his worksheets that he would originally fix silently, ended up in him ripping the whole paper apart.
The rope snapped when he lashed out on you. Those pretty crimson eyes stared at you in frustration as he shouted at you for forgetting to bring in some random vial (he never asked for it).
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me you little—!”
You shout back, and he gives you this wide eyed look that belongs to a wounded puppy.
Oh the shift was dramatic.
He lowered his head, hands clenching into fists, muttering under his breath about you being useless.
You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you.
“What did you say?”
You said quietly, your nose almost touching his.
Only then did you notice the evident tent growing in his pants.
“Is this why you’ve been acting like a bitch? Huh? Your hand isn’t enough?”
You teased, a cruel smirk forming on your lips.
“I-It’s not what it looks like..!” 18 tried defending himself.
You pushed him onto the chair behind him.
“Beg.” Your hand gripped his upper thigh.
You squeezed his thigh at his lack of response, scarlet wide eyes staring at you in desperation, but pride shutting him up.
He grinded his hips closer, a small thrust of hips closer to your hand, his cheeks coated a pretty pink.
That’s how you got yourself on your knees, 18’s pants discarded into the corner of his room, as you gave him a lazy handjob, your spit as lube.
He watched every single movement of yours, lips parted as his hands gripped the chair’s arm rests.
You lowered your head, bringing your lips to his inner thigh and biting harshly, pulling a moan out of him.
His hips lifted slightly to seek more friction from your hand, snapping your attention back on his pretty cock.
“Right. Right.”
You chuckled. 18 only furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed at how you weren’t letting him fuck you yet. “Patience.” You told him. “You need to feel more.”
You lifted your head before dipping it down again, the tip of your tongue grazing against its pink head. 18’s hips twitched, bucking into your mouth.
“P-Please!” 18 whimpered, your hand slapping his thigh to reprimand his impatience.
You gave him a warning look, before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Without any further warning, you wrapped your lips on his cock, and welcomed him inside your throat. 18 gasped, his hands flying to your hair as he pushed your head deeper, making you deep throat him. Tears prickled at his eyes as he lost himself in the warm, wet feeling of your throat, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge he so desperately wanted to reach. You gripped his thighs, gagging on his cock. You hadn’t expected him to pull you down like that.
In a few thrusts, 18 bit down on his lip, a broken whimper of “y-yes.” leaving his throat as he spilled down your throat.
You swallowed and pulled yourself off his cock, watching as he leaned his head back, chest heaving up and down in deep breaths.
You unbuttoned your own pants, pulling the fabrics of your pants with your underwear too. The ruffle of your clothes snapped 18’s attention. He blinked at the sight of you naked from the waist down, his cock beginning to harden again at the idea of what was to follow.
“Sit still, okay baby?” You cooed, earning an amused smirk from 18. You straddled him, each knee on his sides, his hands immediately moving to touch your tits from under your shirt. You let him, reaching down to give his cock a few pumps before aligning your already wet hole with his hardened cock. You sank down, your pussy clenching on him, 18’s pride crumbling to nothing as pretty breathless moans began slipping more frequently.
“More… fuck, please give me more…” 18 whimpered his eyes shifting from your eyes to your pussy swallowing his dick with each lift of your hips, your hands on his chest for support.
“That’s it, let me hear you.” You coax, every shift of your hips, setting a faster pace up and down his thick cock.
His mouth opens drawing in ragged breaths, dazed from the new rhythm.
“F-Feels so good.. k-keep going please”
You keep the rhythm steady, smirking as you see him lose all sense of control, his hands moving to your waist now to support you.
“Such a good boy for me..” you whisper under your breath,
That was all it took.
18 bit down his lip hard enough to draw blood, his orgasm crushing him harder than before, his thighs shaking as he cums with a ragged moan.
hiii how are you?? i saw ur harbingers’ fic and they were all so cute, ur writing is very pretty
can I request childe x reader that reader is from fatui and pulcinella’a assistant, she likes him but shes too afraid to speak so she find excuses (like paperworks or pulcinella’s other work idk) to just talk w him ??
Hello! I am doing fairly well!
I shall try my best to capture their characters but I'm going to go out on a limb and say Pulcinella is going to be ooc (since we don't know much about him lolol).
I can see this going one of two ways, both with the same outcome.
a. Pulcinella really likes his assistant and sees her as a daughter/granddaughter (idk how old he is lol), and sees how she looks at Tartaglia and helps her out some.
b. Pulcinella doesn't see her as a daughter/granddaughter but more of the best assistant he's had and just decides to let it her and Tartaglia's romance play out.
I personally really like the first option (we know he's good with children as Childe's siblings talk about him in their letters), so that's what I'll be going with! I hope it is to your liking I went in a bit of a different direction, taking the focus away from her being scared to talk to him and putting it onto the two's relationship. I also find the concept of relationships in the Fatui just interesting to me in general so I might talk about that in a drabble later on.
Sorry for this taking a bit of time, on with the ask! I hope you enjoy!
I think her initial meeting with him would be when he first became a Harbinger and hadn't yet debuted to the public (so everyone knew there was a new harbinger but not yet who he was).
It was a typical Tuesday, paperwork, managing ledgers, running around Zapolyarny Palace on orders from Pulcinella.
Or it was a typical tuesday, until you ran squarely into someone's chest on the way back to Pulcinella's office, causing papers to go flying.
You stumbled back, almost falling backward. Only for a hand to find yours pulling you forward, stabilizing you.
Whatever words you had about telling the person to not stop in the middle of a hallway died on your tongue upon seeing his azure eyes.
He was pretty.
And you were staring.
For once you were thankful to your mask for hiding part of your face.
You slowly let go of his hand, deciding to begin picking up your papers, making small talk while doing so.
"I haven't seen you around before, are you new?"
"Yeah, something like that," he said slowly, bending down to help you pick up your papers.
you gave him a slight glance, he was clearly a high ranking officer, he wasn't wearing the masks lower ranking Fatuus had to wear.
You suddenly became acutely aware of the cold porcelain mask that adorned your face.
"Are you enjoying the Palace so far?" you asked, trying to get him talk more.
"Yeah, about that," his voice trailed off, causing you to look at him as he looked to the side and scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "I'm kinda lost at the moment."
You let out a small chuckle and smiled to yourself.
"Hey! what was that for?" He said, finally getting out of his shell some.
you shook your head, picking up the remaining papers and standing up, "Nothing, nothing, I just remember when I first started and was the same way. After a few days you'll find your way."
He narrowed his eyes at you as though he didn't believe your words, handing you the papers he picked up.
"Where are you trying to go, I might be able to help."
"The Mayor's office," he replied back to being embarrassed about being lost.
"Ah, that just so happens to be my destination as well, we can walk together."
He smiled at you, "well, lead the way my noble guide."
You fought the urge to smile, and began the trek back to your boss's office, making small talk while you did.
Once you got there, he went in to talk to Pulcinella and you returned to your desk to write a report on the budget change to give to Pulcinella.
After a 15 or so minutes he came out, gave you a smile, thanked you for showing him to Pulcinella's office and bid you farewell.
It was days later when you found out through the morning newspaper who the mystery man was, Lord Tartaglia or as your fellow Fatui called him, Childe.
Pulcinella's Conundrum, or how your boss became your wingman
Upon finding out his rank, you tried to squander any feelings that had began to form towards the ginger-haired man; however, after bumping into him in the hall a few more times and learning more about him, you quickly realized burying your feelings would be pointless.
In the months that followed your first meeting you began to see Childe around the palace more and more, be it in the hallway on your way to the other harbinger's offices, or at your desk when he was meeting with Pulcinella.
And for a while, you were fine with the small hallway rendezvous. Or so you said.
Truth be told you wanted to seek him out and get to know him better, but acting on such urges would be unbecoming because he was a Harbinger and you were an assistant. And the Fatui was very strict about its rules.
At least, that's what you told yourself, in truth you you were afraid. You didn't want to get hurt from unrequited feelings. But after a month of 'being happy with the small hallway rendezvous,' you wanted more. So you started seeking him out under the guise of work.
Of course, it was nothing out of the ordinary, or at least not to anyone who didn't know you. Or so you thought.
You would go to Childe's office to give him papers from Pulcinella, or wave at him in the courtyard if he was taking a break from training recruits.
It was a Friday, seven months after Childe became a Harbinger, when you were summoned by Pulcinella.
"Take a seat, my dear," Pulcinella said.
You obliged, staying silent as you did so.
He momentarily glanced up from his paperwork, "Get yourself some tea while you wait."
Once he finished his work he wasted no time.
"Do you have feelings towards Tartaglia?"
Causing you, midway through a sip of tea, to make a gurgling sound as you choked on your tea. As you had a small coughing fit, your boss simply watched silently.
"I--"
"I think your reaction speaks for itself," he stated leaving no room for argument.
"Yessir," you paused, what were you supposed to do? "I won't pursue anything from him, please do not worry about that."
You bowed in your seat, "I won't do anything that could stain your name."
You'd been working for Pulcinella for many years by now and had a lot of respect for the man, viewing him as a father figure at work. You would never do anything that could negatively impact him.
He let out a chuckle, causing you to look up at him.
"Alas my dear, I do not think you need to bury such feelings," he said, leaning his head forward onto his folded hands, "we follow the Archon of Love, you should pursue them."
You could feel heat rise to your face, as you sputtered to respond.
"Wha-"
"And I'll help you."
You were stumped. Your boss, a Harbinger, was going to help you confess your feelings towards Childe?
Operation: "Get That Man" (Pulcinella probably)
After your 'meeting' with Pulcinella, he began to give you more tasks relating to a certain blue-eyed harbinger.
For the first few days of working closely with Childe everything was fine, you two chatted like normal between your various tasks and you even began getting closer to him. Soon you didn't need to hide behind the guise of paperwork to talk to him. You slowly began to learn about his family and siblings, his hobbies, and his dreams.
And then, just as you two began to grow closer, he told you he was being sent to Liyue.
"Childe, what's with the long face?" you asked one day after handing him some paperwork from Pulcinella, sitting on the edge of his desk, legs swinging beneath you.
He looked strained, as though what he was going to say physically harmed him.
"I'm being sent to Liyue." He finally said, avoiding your gaze.
"For how long?"
"I," he paused, "I don't know."
After he told you the news the two of you fell into an emotional silence that you broke, as you excused yourself to return to Pulcinella.
When you asked Pulcinella if it was true he slowly nodded, almost as though it broke his heart as much as it did yours.
For a while you and Childe's relationship continued as it had, albiet with some unnamed tension between the two of you after that day. Your conversations became purely work focused, and you wore your Fatui mask like armor because you were afraid that if he saw your eyes he'd see right through you.
And then the day of his departure came.
The palace was frantic, crates and soldiers were wandering the halls, the courtyard looked like a battle zone (one where the crates had won), with the Harbinger in question leading the charge down at the docks.
Pulcinella called you into his office under the guise of needing clarification on one of the documents you'd submitted to him.
"You called for me sir?" You asked, as you entered his office.
"Sit."
Oh no, he has that 'you've made a big mistake' tone. Have I messed up any paperwork or forgotten anything important?
The sound of Pulcinella's voice halted your spiral, "How long do you plan on acting like this?"
His words were harsh, but his voice carried the worry of a parent.
"I don't understand sir."
He shook his head, "You and Tartaglia."
Your mouth formed an O-shape and he continued on, "You need to remedy the situation, he leaves today."
Your shoulders sagged at his words, "I know its just," you paused, voice breaking, "What am I supposed to do?"
Pulcinella gave you a 'really?' look, "Tell him how you feel."
"But what if he rejects me?"
Pulcinella put his hands together, "What if's are the risks in life that someone needs to be willing to take. In the time you've worked at the Fatui we've suffered many losses."
"Yes, but-"
"No buts, it's a fact of life, my dear."
You stared out the window behind him, at the snowy landscape of your homeland, trying to understand what he wanted you to do.
"Allow me to put it another way: in life, it's better to regret something you have done rather than something you haven't. You love him don't you?"
You found yourself nodding at his question before you could even comprehend your own action.
"Then go to him."
The Finale
You slowly left Pulcinella's office, thoughts lingering on your conversation.
you, loved him.
You loved Tartaglia.
You knew you had some feelings, but you had assumed they were shallow, that they'd fade with time. Not that they were something as serious as love.
And so it was unsurprising when you found your feet moving you toward the docks.
Love causes people to act in strange ways.
Soon you were running, heels clicking on the cool tile of the palace floors. Feet taking you from the 5th floor of the palace to the courtyard and then to the docks. Somewhere along the way your mask fell from your face, but you didn't care and continued running.
By the time you got to the docks your breathing was erratic and you you were forced to take a small break catching your breath as you looked for him.
The call of your name from behind you startled you.
You turned around slowly, suddenly very aware of the fact that your mask wasn't on your face.
His eyes widened upon seeing your face, your true face.
"What are you doing here?"
You opened your mouth and then closed it.
What were you supposed to say? I'm madly in love with you and wanted, needed, to tell you before you left?
"I-"
He stared, expectantly.
Your gaze drifted to the Palace behind him, it was snowing again.
"I'm in love with you."
he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "I don't expect you to return my feelings, I just wanted to tell you before you left."
You bowed, "Please be safe on your journey, excuse me."
And then you tried to book it, only for a firm grasp on your wrist to stop you in your tracks.
You turned around, staring at the ginger-haired man.
His ocean eyes stared into your own, "you're not messing with me?"
you pursed your lips and shook your head, expecting him to say something about how this goes against the rules of the Fatui or--
He pulled you into a hug, whispering into your hair, "me too."
Bonus:
He wrote to his family about you the day he met you telling them he met someone kind at the 'toy factory' who helped him out.
And then you kept showing up in his letters to the point that his mom had a running joke that one of these days he'd show up with you when visiting them
During his time in Liyue the two of you wrote letters to each other every week (which he signed, "much love, your Ajax"
Pulcinella periodically asks when the two of you are going to make it official
A/n:
Something about Snezhnaya being ruled by the archon who supposedly represents love. And how love forbidden in the Fatui, so in order for the reader to truly show that she loves childe she must shed her mask (and therefore love him as herself and not as a member of the Fatui) idk maybe stretching with this.
I feel like this literally just turned into my HCs of Pulcinella as a father figure (lol), so sorry about that lol.
I hope this kept the base of what you were asking for (even tho the execution might've been a bit different from what you were asking for).
And I am working on other asks! I was a bit busy last weekend and am going to be busy this week (I have an exam XD), so it might take a bit for any other responses to come up from me.
How would the different segments react to hearing the prophecy that you mentioned in the drabble?
I feel like the younger ones would take it with suspicion while the older ones would be more wary, with Omega being kinda cocky in his response to it.
I think it depends on the segments and how it is brought up to them.
If you just went up to them randomly and were like "You're gonna die" obviously they're going to react with hostility and confusion. BUT if you do so tactfully then the response would be different.
And of course your relationship with Dottore will change the response immensely. (if you are some stranger, you're being turned into an experiment, Im sorry I dont make the rules)
for the purpose of this ask I'm going with a lab assistant! reader (specifically someone who has worked with him and interacted with the six segments for many years).
all that being said!
I feel like it would go something like this:
8- He's the youngest perspective and a lot of people treat him strangely for that, so if you sat him down ruffling through his hair and explained the prophecy to him, I firmly believe he would only understand certain parts of it.
And even then, the certain parts depend entirely on the events that have occurred. If the original Zandik hadn't yet passed he likely wouldn't understand your words until after the fact.
8 would receive your prophecy with confusion at your words and the threat behind them. Why tell him that he is going to die? He knows that you aren't threatening him but your words confuse him. He doesn't want to die.
"What do you mean by that?" the youngest segment asked, wide red eyes looking up to you with confusion and slight fear.
You ruffled his hair, and he hugged your torso clutching the fabric muttering into your shirt, "I don't want to die."
18- He's the second youngest and extremely cocky. If you've read this drabble then you basically already know how 18 would react in essence. But to those who haven't.
He would be confused at your words. Similar to 8, if the og zandik has passed he will have a slightly different reaction (Cockily asking you if you're speaking of a future that has already come to pass or if you are threatening him). If the og zandik hasn't passed yet he would be confused, brushing off your vague warning only focusing on the fact that you think he'll do great things lol.
His eyes narrowed at you before he smiled, all teeth.
"Oh? You know you can just tell me you think I'll do great things," he said, mischief dancing in his ruby eyes, "I can do without the nonsense however."
25- I kinda see him as being reserved, he has emotions but he buries them deep choosing instead to act with logic as opposed to selfish desires.
25 would take your words with seeming grace, eyebrows furrowing together slightly in confusion at your words, lips pursing beneath his mask at the ominous threat in the end of your so called prophecy.
tbh regardless of when he hears it, his reaction will be the same. Furrowed eyebrows, confusion dancing in his crimson eyes, lips pursed beneath his mask away from prying eyes. You'd wonder if he even cared about your statement if you didn't know him better.
His eyebrows furrowed together at your assertion.
"Interesting prophecy, did you come across it in one of your books? Or perhaps you enjoy leaving me with such crypic messages."
curiosity and confusion danced in his eyes as he awaited your response.
35- Omega. I feel like he's the most interesting of the six segments. I completely agree with you, he would def be cocky in his response. BUT he isnt dumb, while your so called prophecy intrigues him, he masks his Skepticism at your warning with cockiness.
Oh, and his response most definitely depends on whether og zandik has died yet or not. If he has, then he is narrowing his eyes beneath his mask what information did you have to push you to this conclusion, while simultaneously grinning at you and being cocky in his response.
If he hasn't, he is still skeptical of you, but just sees the prophecy as you being worried for him. If this is the case he will probably give you some half baked cocky response before continuing with whatever he was doing, the prophecy swimming in the back of his mind as he worked.
"Oh, worrying about me already?" he scoffed, "Don't take pity on me just because the original is gone."
He cocked his head to the side, eyes hidden beneath the mask, "I'm not some weakling whose simply going to die because of the 'price of my success.'" he sneered, "and even if I do die, I am first and foremost a scholar, that outcome should be the focus of the hypothetical me confronted with such an event. Why would I worry about such outcomes now when I don't plan on dying anytime soon."
45, I think by this point he is more mellow, still excentric (do not get me wrong lol) but definitely more mellow than say 18 or 35.
While he would be confused and intrigued by your prophecy, I think he'd take it more as you being concerned for him and the others' wellbeing. He'd probably tell you that he appreciated your confidence in his work but that you shouldn't worry about him too much (some of his cockiness coming out here)
"Dont worry about me, I'm a harbinger afterall," he paused, seeing your expression remained pensive, "and remember, I've been alive for too long to let death catch me now."
65, very similar to 45 he is extremely mellow compared to his younger versions. Unlike the others however, his expressions are completely covered by his plague doctor mask making it difficult to see how he truly feels about the prophecy.
I firmly believe he would be the one who actually took the prophecy at face value, especially if og zandik has passed at this point.
"I see," he said softly, continuing to write notes from an experiment earlier that day.
seeming to sense your apprehension at his lack of reply he closed his lab notebook.
"There is no need for you to fret about my relationship with death," he paused his words and he turned his body to fully face you, "I am prepared to pay such prices in the pursuit of wisdom my dear, but do not thing I am simply going to lay down and die for such frivolous reasons. I have countermeasures in place."
Anyways thank you for listening to my TED talk lolol.
Note: since I had so much fun with the Dottore Hcs I wanted to try my hand at another harbinger who had a soft spot for!
Other harbingers: Dottore
Childe who always thought he’d fall for a strong adventurer or a fellow member of the Fatui who he can spar with, only to be surprised when he finds himself desperately in love with you, a florist who works a stall in Liyue Harbor.
Florist! reader who sells flowers every day at the Harbor to make ends meet.
Florist! reader who isn't strong, but has a bit of muscle on them (they have to carry their inventory with them every morning and evening when they are setting up/taking down shop).
Florist! reader who catches Childe’s attention one day when he is walking the Harbor with Teucer.
Florist! reader who notices Teucer before Childe (whom she still doesn’t recognize in civilian attire), offering him a small flower when he runs to their stall, only to be surprised when Childe buys their entire stock for the day.
Florist! reader who sees the brother duo for the rest of that week when they come to their stall where the three chat as the brothers browse the flower selection.
Florist! reader who is surprised when on Teucer’s last day in Liyue he tackles her into a hug and asks if they’ll be his older sibling through watery eyes.
Florist! reader who tells Teucer that they can’t be his sibling, but that instead they’’ll be his personal flower seller and that the next time he comes to Liyue Harbor he can pick out any flower free of charge!
Florist! reader who doesn’t notice Childe in the background with a starstruck expression in their direction.
Florist! reader who doesn’t expect to see Childe again after Teucer’s departure only to be surprised to see him the next day and the day after that at their stall where they talk about news around the harbor and their stock.
Florist! reader whose face heats up when Childe shows up to their stall as they’re closing for the day with a bouquet of cornflowers, primroses, harebells and bluebells and asks if they would be willing to go to dinner with him some time.
Teucer, Tonia, Anthon, and the rest of his family who are so excited to meet the kind person who gave Teucer flowers and stole their son’s heart!
Bonus!
Childe! Who joked around with you and ignored the way his ears burned when you offered to carry something heavy for him.
Childe! Who recognizes that you aren’t physically as strong as he is but begins to think that doesn't matter so much anymore as you are strong in other ways.
Childe Ajax! Who knew it was over for him the moment his brother asked him when he’d bring you home before he got on his ship to return home to Snezhnaya.
A/n:
This was surprisingly fun to write, very low cortisol (lol)
Although, it's a bit strange for me to leave them so open ended like this coming from someone who is more used to writing one shots or small stories.
LMK if there are any grammatical errors and if at any point it ceases to be gender neutral (I tried to keep it as ambiguous as I could)!
anyways!
Many wild flowers represent love - it's said dreams of Harebells are a sign of true love and Daffodils celebrate the first decade of marriag
This is where I got the information on flower meanings!
Cornflowers: symbol of devotion and hope for love
Primroses: have historical significance (also symbolic of young love)
Note: I am still tooling around with some details of the second part of Dottore’s cosmic joke, but wanted to post something so here we go
Other Harbingers: Childe
Basically just my views on how Dottore (plural) would feel about a Fatui! reader.
Hear me out...
Fatui! reader who works for Dottore as a chemist or mechanic in one of the main labs.
Fatui! reader who has been working there, in the lab, for many years and is very competent at their job (so they haven’t been turned into an experiment, much to coworker’s surprise).
Fatui! reader who got close to the youngest segment first, calling him sweetheart and ruffling his hair when it was a slow day in the lab before they knew he was a segment. And even after finding out who he was, continued to treat him the same, giving him a taste of the childhood he never got.
Fatui! reader who then became close to his 18 and 25 year old segments through a combination of lab work and lab related jokes that were able to diffuse any conflicts that arose between the two segments.
Fatui! reader who somehow peaked Omega’s interest from the other segment’s discussion of them through the network. And when they accidentally called him ‘love’ when asking him to hand them something during a late night experiment, he knew he wanted to learn more about them.
Fatui! reader who finds themself temporarily transferred to another lab in Snezhnaya, headed by his 45 and 65 year old segments because they were ‘curious about just who they were.’
Fatui! reader who doesn’t show up to work one day because they got sick, and comes back the next day only to be pampered by the various Dottore in the lab, because they wouldn’t want their favorite subordinate to fall ill again.
Fatui! reader who gets tackled into a hug by the 8 year old segment when they return from lunch breaks only for some of the other segments to ask for a hug as well, claiming it was for warmth since Pantalone had ‘tightened their purse strings.’
Fatui! reader who didn’t realize they were being treated differently until they fell asleep one evening in the lab and awoke on a couch covered with Dottore’s harbinger coat with 8 by their side.
Prime! Dottore who found every part of himself—in the truest sense—completely enamoured with you and finds himself hanging around the lab more to talk with you and learn more about the person who captured the many hearts of himself.
Prime! Dottore who returns to his office to find his segments leaving the room. Upon entering he finds a small box on the center of his desk.
Dottore(s) who really hope you’ll say yes.
Bonus!
Fatui! reader who initially thought 8 was a child who Dottore was experimenting on and wanted them to feel safe in the lab and bought him a pair of gloves and a small coat.
Fatui! reader who plays in the snow outside the lab with 8 during their lunch breaks because he said he has never played in the snow before.
8 year old! Dottore who is so smug that he was the first to get close to you and rubs it in the other’s faces whenever he can.
Omega who finds you after Prime shows the ring, claiming it's for an experiment, and tells you to call them Zandik.
A/n:
I was at work today and thought about the eight year old segment and what kind of dynamic they'd have with lab workers . And then how I would interact with him (I can't take him seriously, he's just a baby to me).
I wrote this in one sitting and did not check for grammatical errors so please let me know if there are any mistakes.
They are going to choke on that laugh when Childe seeks you out.
Tw: fighting, toxic / obsessive behavior, angst turns into comfort lwk, which turns NSFW in part 2. Reader has outbursts and also starts crying. Jealous!Dottore and Asshole!Pantalone. Both are Assholes tbh.
I'm working on part 2 but gimme time pls thank.
SFW under the cut.
Credits for the art to: @chilinim_ link to their Twitter is added!
Attending this banquet had been a mistake.
At least, that was the conclusion Pantalone reached halfway through the evening. I wasn't because of the poor wine or because the guests were unbearable.
It was because you looked ridiculously attractive. The kind of attractive that drew eyes from every corner of the hall. And unfortunately, one particular Harbinger seemed incapable of looking elsewhere.
"You've noticed it too." Across from him, Dottore watched the crowd through his hidden eyes behind his mask.
Pantalone swirled the wine in his glass. "Tartaglia?"
"Hm."
The younger Harbinger was currently standing several tables away and looking directly at you. He has done so multiple times this evening. Pantalone had counted six times already and Dottore had stopped counting after the eighth time.
"He's been doing that for months," Dottore said.
"Mm. And now he's doing it publicly." Pantalone smiled. It's one of his dangerous expressions.
"Young people are so confident." The scientist's gaze shifted toward the glass in Tartaglia's hand. Then, towards the vial hidden between his own fingers and Pantalone immediately looked interested.
"...What are you doing?" Asked the banker and the doctor replied with a nonchalant "Conducting research."
"I do not believe you" But Dottore ignored him.
A moment later, he walked past Tartaglia and with one subtle movement, one tiny drop into Tartaglia's drink, he walked away and continued on as if nothing had happened. Pantalone stared discreetly, trying to figure out what exactly happened in the scene and Dottore made his way back into his seat.
"Now tell, dear, what have you done—"
"Perhaps," Dottore started, "Tartaglia had a stimulant slipped into his drink." And for two seconds there was silence. Then Pantalone nearly choked on his wine.
The results were immediate as far as Pantalone could tell. Tartaglia became approximately three times more energetic, which was honestly impressive and highly entertaining in his opinion. Pantalone tried to hide his amusement, but he almost laughed so hard that he nearly spilled his drink. While Dottore maintained a dignified expression for exactly twelve seconds before he started laughing, too.
The image of the second and ninth Harbingers laughing so hard they had to lean on the table would haunt witnesses forever.
But unfortunately, as the saying goes. "You can easily fall into your own trap."
And so this was also when everything went wrong. Because while they were enjoying their victory, you found Tartaglia. And instead of avoiding him, you entertained him. At first, it looked harmless. Just a light conversation with easy smiles and laughter. But then Tartaglia leaned closer and you didn't move away.
Pantalone's smile vanished and Dottore's laughter died instantly.
"...Interesting." the Regtor stated.
"This is not amusing." Dottore hissed.
"Indeed."
Then Tartaglia casually touched your arm and the younger Harbinger looked delighted when you smiled and placed a hand on his biceps and seemed to whisper something to him. He replied by leaning into your ear, whispering something seemingly intimate. You let out a giggle and Childe took that as a que to wrap one arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
Dottore looked ready to commit several crimes.
Pantalone looked ready to finance them.
Not even a minute later, both men appeared beside you like evil spirits summoned by mutual irritation.
"Tartaglia." Dottore's voice sounded pleasant. Which somehow made it worse.
"Oh. Hello there." The younger Harbinger froze.
"We require our partner."
"Do you? We were having a wonderful chat at this moment."
Pantalone smiled.
"We could tell, but it's immediate."
You looked between the two men who chimed into the conversation, still pressed against the younger man. You deliberately turned back toward Tartaglia, who brightened when you leaned on his arm. The poor man didn't know in what danger he currently was. Perhaps it was the stimulant that was slipped into his his drink, perhaps it was his own stupidity. Either way, it was a huge mistake of him to blatantly look down your exposed cleavage.
"You know," you mused thoughtfully, "perhaps I wanted a younger lover for tonight."
The silence that followed could have cut through the room. An absolute silence in which Tartaglia's expression went through several stages. Surprise, Disbelief, Delight. But when he looked at Dottore and then at Pantalone, the delight vanished away instantly. The younger Harbinger suddenly looked like a man realizing he'd wandered into a wolf den.
"Oh." And you could practically hear the panic in Childe's voice.
"Oh." He repeated again.
Pantalone's smile somehow became more dangerous, and Dottore's eye twitched, while Childe wisely began considering escape routes. At the que of a loud laughter close by, Childe went for the run. Or more like a stride so he wouldn't attract eyes onto the situation that may have looked like a simple conversation between colleagues to outsiders.
When Childe left, Dottore wasted no time to link his arm to yours and lead you outside to an empty hallway, which you all were very familiar with. All while being followed by Pantalone, of course, who smiled and nodded at people that shot the pair before him a questionable look.
By the time you were alone, both men were expecting a very different conversation. What they got instead, was you crossing your arms and glaring at them.
"You two are unbelievable." you hissed as the door to your bedroom closed.
Pantalone blinked at you, Dottore frowned and looked at Pantalone, who was standing beside him.
Dottore was ready to explode, absolutely seething. "Excuse me? We are unbelievable? Have we just lived through the same experience, or has my mind played tricks on me?"
"Are you seriously mad at us when you were the one getting all slimed up, by that-". Pantalone was cut off.
"You drugged him! And I dont think your mind has played tricks on you since you two have apparently lost them!"
"It was merely stimulant." Dottore tried to play off the facts with an eyeroll.
"You drugged him." You said again, clearly trying to control yourself.
"Technically—"
"No." You pointed directly at Dottore and firmly said,"I saw you."
Pantalone immediately turned toward him and raised his eyebrow. "Looks like you got caught." And Dottore looked offended. "That is not the point. And if i recall correctly, you couldn't contain your laughter 15 minutes ago."
"That is absolutely the point." You stared at both of them. "You're jealous." And you meant the both of them. "And almost caused a huge scandal."
"No. You were the one who entertained that simpleton, " Dottore denied quickly and crossed his arms over his chest. "And now you are standing here trying to put the whole blame on us."
"Yes. Because it was all your fault!"
"No."
"Doctor." You warned. "I'm not in the mood to play games."
"...Fine."
You looked at Pantalone. "And you were condoning this behavior!"
The banker sighed. "Unfortunately."
Your expression softened despite yourself, because for all their plotting, all their ridiculous schemes, all their overprotective tendencies, you still loved them. But you were still very angry.
They genuinely looked annoyed by the idea of losing your attention. Even for just a single night. Even if it was just an act. Still, this behavior could have been seriously led to punishment by the Tsaritsa. Even when neither of you three have stated openly the nature of your relationship, you were aware that they all knew. And as long as it's not interfering with work or public image, the tsaritsa surely has turned an blind eye on this whole romantic affair.
"You are both impossible." Suddenly, you got even angrier.
Pantalone reached for your hand. "That may be true. But angel listen-". Dottore stepped closer. "Tartaglia was staring."
"He always stares."
"Exactly."
You groaned, ran a hand over your face and your frustration was harder to control. They both don't understand your point.
Pantalone laughed, not understanding the level of desperation you were reaching. Dottore looked entirely unapologetic like his usual self. And somewhere in the palace, Tartaglia was probably still wondering whether the stimulant or the two terrifying Harbingers had been the more dangerous part of the evening.
You had enough, your patience has run out for them and you let out a frustrated scream. "You two are hopeless, so unapologetic! You can't even see how much it upsets me."
Both men tensed in response. Dottore's expression was a mix of defensiveness and anger. "Upsets you?" He couldn't help but let a scoff escape him. "As if you weren't just indulging that fool's every whim."
Pantalone, on the other hand, couldn't help but find this whole situation amusing, his eyes glimmering in dark humor. He watched the two of you argue with a small smirk, enjoying the display."Oh, Dottore is right." Pantalone chimed in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "You were having a wonderful time playing along."
Dottore shot him an annoyed glare. "Shut it." He turned his gaze back to you, his irritation palpable. "We might have overstepped, but he was pawing at you the entire night. What were we supposed to do, just stand there?"Pantalone's smirk widened as he continued to contribute to the tension, his voice laced with amusement. "Exactly. We simply took matters into our own hands."
"We were protecting what's ours,"Dottore added and his gaze hardened as his possessive instincts flared up. "Okay" you just nodded, absolutely fed up. "What would you two have done if the Tsaritsa would have seen it, hm?"
At this, both of them went silent for a moment. The mention of the Tsaritsa's possible disapproval made even Dottore pause, his jaw clenching.
Pantalone, however, remained unfazed, his smirk still plastered on his face. "That... Well. We hadn't exactly considered that."
Dottore shot him a look that said 'speak for yourself' before turning back to you, his gaze still tinged with irritation. "We would've handled it," he said, attempting to brush off the concern. But even Dottore couldn't entirely hide the hint of uncertainty that flickered across his usually confident expression.
Pantalone, on the other hand, seemed almost nonchalant. He continued to smirk, his gaze fixed on you. "Oh, come on. You know us. We would have thought of something."
Dottore rolled his eyes at Pantalone's casual attitude. He was about to comment, but your continued stern glare made him bite back his words. And suddenly, you spoke up in a way that was uncharacteristic of you.
"What if she would have put an end to this relationship?" i said in a whisper. Your demeanor changes, and you wrap your arms around yourself to avoid their gaze. As soon as your words escape your lips, a palpable silence filled the room. Both Dottore and Pantalone's demeanors immediately shifted as well.
Dottore's irritation faded, replaced by a brief flicker of surprise and concern. He uncrossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. Pantalone's smirk vanished, and a hint of worry crossed his features. He took a small step forward, his voice unusually gentle. "You don't truly believe-"
But it's too late. Tears are already filling your eyes. "This is so stupid, first we lately rarely see each other, then last week i was looking forward to the planned date night, only to be sent to a last minute trip to nod-krai for some idiotic diplomatic issue and now i come back to this bullshit and us fighting and you both dont even care" i hid my face behind my hands.
Dottore's heart squeezed tightly at the sight of your tears, his frustration fading into guilt.
Pantalone's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a hint of guilt. He took another step forward, wanting to reach out to you, but he hesitated, unsure if his touch would be welcome.
They both remained silent for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. Neither of them had considered the extent of your upset, or how their actions might have amplified your stress and loneliness during your time apart.
Pantalone was the one to break the silence first. He moved closer, finally closing the distance between you and gently pulled your hands away from your face. His voice was soft, filled with genuine regret. "Darling, I-"
But before he could finish, Dottore chimed in, a hint of desperation in his voice. "No, let me speak." Pantalone paused, surprised, and reluctantly stepped aside, giving Dottore space to say his piece. Dottore took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you.
"I'm... I'm sorry." The words were unfamiliar to his lips, but the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. He reached out carefully, his hand gently cupping your chin, his touch surprisingly tender.
"I never meant to... to make you cry," Dottore continued, his usual confidence faltering. Pantalone watched the scene with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. He couldn't help but appreciate the sight of Dottore, his prideful and stubborn partner, actually apologizing.
Dottore's hand on your chin was a rare display of tenderness, a side of him that only a few people had ever witnessed. Despite the anger he'd displayed earlier, his expression now spoke of a deeper regret and a desire to make amends. He continued. "We were jealous. Seeing Childe all over you... it drove me insane."
You finally look up through your eyelashes, and Dottores heart melts at the sight of your glassy look, and the small tear drops at the outer corner of your eyes. He couldn't recall the last time he had witnessed such a vulnerable sight from you.
His thumb gently wiped away the tear clinging to the corner of your eye, his touch surprisingly tender. The sternness in his gaze softened, replaced by a glimmer of concern. Pantalone, observing the scene, couldn't help but be moved by the unexpected display of vulnerability. He had witnessed Dottore's softer side before, but seldom had it been this raw and tender.
Dottore rarely is one to openly express emotions, found himself unusually affected. The sight of you in this state stirred a protective desire in him, and he couldn't help but draw closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Please... don't cry." His voice, usually authoritative and unwavering, now held a hint of pleading.
"I can't help it," you whisper, shame and sadness laced your weak voice.
Dottore's expression twisted as he absorbed the pain in your voice, his own guilt intensifying. He gently wiped away another stubborn tear that ran down your cheek with his thumb.
Pantalone, equally moved, took a step forward. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with concern, and a hint of helplessness. "We never meant to cause you so much pain, darling." His voice was soft, his usual arrogance completely absent.
Pantalone stepped closer and walked towards the bed, but not before gently pulling you with him and placing you onto his lap, he sat down leaving enough space for Dottore to join you both on the edge of the bed.
Seeing Pantalone maneuver you onto his lap, Dottore followed suit without hesitation. He settled down next to Pantalone, the mattress creaking slightly under their combined weight. Dottore's gaze lingered on you as you sat between them, your delicate frame sandwiched between their lean and muscular bodies. The tension in the room had lifted, replaced by a heavy silence.
The room was still for a moment, the only sound was the soft crackle of the fireplace. Both men sat next to you, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Dottore's hand was still gently resting on your waist. Pantalone, on the other hand, had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling the sweet scent of you.
The tension in the room lifted after a while despite the fact that the only sound either of us made was your light sobbing into Pantalones chest. It took a while but the tears stopped eventually and only your soft breathing could be heard over the fireplace crackling.
They remained silent, their attention entirely fixed on you as they held you protectively.
Dottore's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers gently kneading your skin, a silent gesture of affection in the quiet room. Pantalone's chin still rested on your head, and he occasionally pressed a soft kiss to your hair, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back.
Finally, you lifted your head to look into Pantalone's eyes. Your bloodshoot eyes meet his seldom lilacs ones, and with a last deep breath to calm yourself, your plump lips from the crying reach for his. And Pantalone's breath hitched as your kiss met his. The gentleness of your touch contrasted with the passion that always lurked beneath the surface. He responded eagerly, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace of forgiveness. You turned towards Dottore next, your reddened lips reaching out to meet his. He couldn't help but inhale sharply at the feel of your mouth on his. As you pulled away, Pantalone wasted no time in closing the distance between himself and Dottore, capturing his lips in a similar eager kiss. And Dottore returned the kiss desperately, his usual arrogance forgotten in the heat of the moment. His hand on your waist tightened, his thumb caressing your hip bone as he leaned into the kiss, matching Pantalone's fervor with his own.
Dottore's hand on your hip remained firm, the other hand found its way to Pantalone's neck, fingers burying into his dark locks as he held him in place as Pantalone responded with equal fervor, his own desires rising to the surface. He bit and nipped at Dottore's lip, his tongue exploring his mouth.
Dottore's grip on Pantalone's hair tightened reflexively, a low moan escaping his throat as the kiss deepened. Their breaths mingled, heavy and ragged with lust, the heat between the three of them growing with every second.
As the kiss between Dottore and Pantalone broke apart, both men were left breathless, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to regain composure. You watched the whole scene, the arousal growing between your legs.
However, before they could catch their breath, their attention shifted back to you. Their hands began to wander over your body, it was like their touches were hungry. Pantalone's touch was more precise, knowing just where to press or squeeze, while Dottore's movements were a bit rougher, his desire for control evident in his grip.
"Let us take care of you, angel." Pantalone said as he leaned down to kiss your neck.
“You write the beginning and then you go back and rewrite the beginning, and you never got off page one. It’s kind of a syndrome, and I have a rash piece of advice which is — Go on, page two, page three, and never look back. Get something finished, no matter how lousy it is. […] Perfectionists cannot get going unless they kind of do violence to their own instincts, and just blast ahead.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Last Interview and Other Conversations
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