welcome ! this is a sideblog dedicated to the ship between pantalone / feofan and noy <3 the content is not strictly daily , but i’ll try to post as much as i can
the blog owner interacts from @miss5tingray and uses she / they pronouns .
here you will be able to find headcanons , drawings , speculations and possibly other art forms . content with blood , suggestive themes , smoking , etc will be tagged accordingly . there may be mentions of other ships , but the main focus is feonoy .
sending asks and requests is okay , however , i cannot promise that every request will be made into an artwork / a fanfiction piece .
and noy taking comfort of pantalone <3 … i almost didn’t publish anything today , because i felt terribly sick and had an allergic reaction .shouldn’t have eaten pistachio flavoured food , and yet i do the mistake of constantly eating stuff i’m allergic to , expecting to handle it better . i don’t .
tags (?) : written by a non-native english speaker , possible ooc , written before snezhnaya’s release , first meeting , mentions of alcohol and smoking , pantalone likes noy ( denial stage )
even though the clinking of fancy glasses was quiet by itself, too many of those formed a slightly loud background noise, that filled the room, which was already full of chatter. aristocrats, business partners, higher-up fatui members - all of them were here, including some of the harbingers. most of them were having a peaceful night. yeah, it was peaceful thanks to a huge crowd of guards nearby, that would come out if someone even dares to lay a finger on an important official. but nothing bad seemed to happen. maybe it was relaxing enough for everyone to calmly spend the evening.
the regrator was standing rather far from the crowd, which is unlike him. he often talks to less experienced potential partners, to earn their trust and maybe put them to good use, but not today. maybe it was the atmosphere that put him off, since the place was nice, but not amusing. a regular ballroom, that probably costs no more than ten million mora. boring. talking to fellow harbingers might be a better idea, but they seem to be busy, or like they wouldn’t be pleased with a conversation with him.
and so here he stands, sipping champagne from the glass, not knowing where to place himself. maybe he should go on the balcony to get some fresh air. or to smoke a cigarette. or both. it never hurt a fly, right?…
– sir regrator?
oh, come on. he’s about to leave, and another person is here to waste his time. who’s that now? some drunk lunatic, whose words are meaningless, yet slip out of his mouth like from a bucket? or is it a guard that is about to inform him that someone tried to put poison in the drinks? whatever, he’ll cut them off if they have nothing important to say.
he turns around.
oh my.
in front of him, there’s a tall man with long crimson hair, some of which is put into a ponytail. he’s neatly dressed, and clearly takes great care of himself – something that pantalone proudly does too. though pantalone clocked something - this stranger isn’t a human. maybe it’s the paleness, maybe it’s the unusual eye colors or the patterns on his neck, which barely peek out of his shirt collar… but maybe feofan’s senses are fooling him. things like lenses and tattoos exist, after all.
still, he doesn’t observe the stranger too much – that would be quite awkward.
– yes? what did you need?
– ahem... good evening, sir. my name is noy valentinov. i came up to you, because my family has partnered with the fatui. you may have already heard of this deal… i just wanted to introduce myself, since most likely we’ll meet again when working.
pantalone nodded. this noy-person wasn’t affiliated with the fatui before, but it seems like he’s not intimidated. usually when new partners come up to him, they’re too nervous, but the stranger seemed calm and collected.
– so, noy… alright. i am very glad to meet you. – feofan reaches out for a handshake, which noy happily shares with him. – i have received documents about this partnership. i’m glad you decided to support the organisation.
noy smiles. his smile may be subtle, but it’s got a gentle feeling to it. and while he’s not at the same class level as the regrator is on now, pantalone still feels almost… curious? those red eyes seem to stare right at him, their pupils making feofan’s thought of the aristocrat in front of him was human way less likely. but that doesn’t intimidate him. no, it makes him even more interested.
still, the air in the room is getting horribly thick and unpleasantly warm. he should go - the balcony is in a few steps.
yet he says something unexpected. it’s like his words came out involuntarily.
– would you like to join me outside, sir valentinov?
the night sky above snezhnaya is dark as always, especially in autumn. below the balcony, three people were removing snow from the roads. an old lantern’s light flickered. the chilly wind seemed to get not only under pantalone’s suit, but also onto his nerves. he didn’t like getting snowflakes and freezy breezes in his face that much, and that is understandable. still, he smoked, leaning onto the balcony railings. the smoke went far up into the sky, the winds taking it away, only for it to dissolve and not reach whatever destination it was blown into.
noy was nearby. pantalone noticed him looking at the cigarette, and silently offered one. he knows that those cigarettes are expensive, but noy seemed to be… no, pantalone offers them only because he is well-mannered.
no bias, nothing else, nothing more.
– thank you, but i don’t smoke.
– that’s alright. not everybody gets their lungs fixed up for free… sorry, i don’t too, but… ah, forget about it.
– don’t worry. i know how fatui operates. asking too much questions is both dangerous and bothersome, all that.
feofan chuckled. “dear me, this man couldn’t get any better”, pantalone thought, before catching himself and trying to push this dreamy little idea out of his head. he still stared at noy, though.
the wind became stronger, and as pantalone was admiring his new acquaintance, the breeze flowed through his hair, revealing what was hidden beneath it. a long ear, decorated with a single silver earring.
– excuse me, noy… you’re a fae, am i right?
– did you just notice?
– i suspected it. and… and that’s not a bad thing. not at all. fatui welcomes every potential partner, no matter who they may be, and i hope you know that.
a more genuine smile appeared on noy’s face.
– i’m glad you have such an accepting policy there.
pantalone shivered. the freezing wind is getting stronger, and noy noticed that his companion is cold.
– sir regrator, you should go inside. standing here without a coat is not a very good idea.
– yes, i figured that out. you’re right… are you going with me?
– no, i’m fine here. faes are more resistant to cold, and i even like it a bit. but i will soon come back too. is that okay?
– yes. - said feofan, while opening the door. his next step would lead him back to the loud and warm ballroom. but he still took a moment to look at noy and say something.
– and… there’s no need for getting too official. call me pantalone. i don’t mind.
I am so sorry I havent done a proper pic for ages I am SO BUSY AAAA
But I gave myself 10 minutes to vent my new brain goblin which is uuuh hey Pantalone x Noy anyone? PanNoy? Of course Dottolone will always be my master so, here is Noy trying to grab a kiss and the local widower getting mad. I am so sorry for being so unwell guys lmao I just cant help nyself
