that concludes the hsr trilogy! i might draw other characters eventually, but for now i will return to my good ol genshin roots…i have plans to make prints of columbina, rerir, flins, and dottore next :)
Synopsis: You and Valko got assign in a contract for a mission in amount of short time you guys have as you developed a romantic feelings for him..
a/n: will make part 2 if Infold/Papergames bring him back :D
tw: bad grammar
You received a letter from your boss that you got partner up with a guy name ‘Valko’ as you checked his resume:
Age: 26
Height: 6’2 (189 cm)
Birthday: Unknown
Sign: Unknown
Job: EonCore Tech Chairman
Evol: Metallization
Workplace: EonCore Tech
As you read his resume your face turned place at the mention of his job,
a chairman?
You never once work with a higher status or maybe with a leader of Onychinus few years ago.
You accepted it, as you look forward for upcoming missions with a new guy even curious how he might look. You scanned the letter as you flipped back a small note caught your eyes.
‘Try not to fall in love with me Miss Hunter ;) - V’
“V? So it’s from him originally? Cute” you chuckled softly before return to your home.
At 5 o’clock you arrived safely as you open the entrance door, only to see a dark empty house. You went straight to the kitchen with a food being prepared on the table dinner with a small note.
‘Abang will not return home in 3 weeks so take care of yourself or call Gideon ;) - C’
“Tsk, he’s always on a business trip, leaving me alone here with grandma. Will punch you as you get home Caleb” you mocked towards Caleb’s note as you eat the meals he made for you.
An unknown figure was inspecting you from window kitchen outside before disappears.
3 days later, you arrived at your workplace as you waiting for your boss’s order.
It was pitch-dark in near EonTech, you have a hard time to adjust to glance at the maps. Your phone’s battery dies, your torchlight also ran out of battery so you continue searching for any light that’s nearby.
You ducked down covering your whole body with your both arms, only silent fills the atmosphere. Then, as you glanced up there’s a tall guy with a tail, back facing you, he whistled at it, then the wolf departs. You got confused of what just happened, he just whistled and it leaves? Yet you try to calm down earlier only for it almost devour you.
The guy then smiled as he reached down to your level, you even more flabbergasted of why he has ears, eyes like wolves and mostly fangs..
“Miss hunter, isn’t it?” smiles as he tilted his head. You nodded. “Yes, and you?”
“The name’s Valko, pleasure to meet you Miss” he grins, sharp fangs showed.
“Ah, so it is you” he helped you up as he dusting off dirty on your uniform.
“Yes, I got recommended to partner up with you, it settle already” he handed you a pistol.
“You lost your pistol earlier when you got chased by a pack of wolves” he reminded, now you got embarrassed as he mentioned again.
“Thank you Valko but wait a minute, aren’t you a chairman? Then why are you a wolf like creature?” You speaks up.
“Long story, I’ll tell you soon” he smiles as tail wags.
After that, you and Valko continue with the mission given, there’s a lot of wanderers in the area so you manage to dodge their attacks as you aim correctly at their weakness spot. Valko sees everything he lets out low whistle and smirk, your only focuses are on the wanderers you went to other side not far from Valko as you saw a group of massive sized wanderers.
You only have at least two bullets so you might take down two wanderers you know how to fight with hands thanks to the leader of Onychinus, before you charge at it Valko immediately stopped you with his claymore. He looked over the shoulder to you as he smirks even a dimple showed.
“Let me handle this Miss” then he jumps towards the wanderers, he slashed them in one spin, you shoots the other two wanderers as he throws his claymore at the one massive sized.
“That is so cool good job Valko!” You claps as you pleased. His tails immediately covers his face, embarrassed when you praised him. Then, he clears his voice to act tough.
“Are you for the jump Miss?” he side eyed. “Jump? How high?” “High enough to see few buildings” he go down one knee. “May I?” he spread his arms. You want to refuse him at first yet seeing him look so trustworthy so you’ll accept it.
Then you wrap your arms around him tightly as you adjusted yourself on his embrace, not knowing how close both of you in each other’s face. Two of you blushed, as Valko clears his troat to avoid awkwardness.
“Hold on tightly Miss”
Then he jumps, unfortunately he’s right about high measurements he can jump, so you look sideways, it is a wonderful view from above.
‘Just what are you Valko?’
Your thoughts full of him now however couldn’t dare to bring it up since you just met hours ago before you tightening on him glanced at the view again. Without you knowing, Valko take a sniffs of you to recognize how your scent is, so he knows it’s you.
“Where is your place Miss?” he whispers.
“West Garden, in Linkon” he grins as you feel his strong arms hugging you tightly. “Alright, hold tightly” you do what he says as you smiling against his board shoulders.
As you both arrived in Linkon, he then put you down carefully as you take few glances at him.
“Is there something on my face Miss?” he tilts. You only smile.
“No, it’s nothing, but thank you for sending me home, it’s nice to meet you Valko” you smile hardly.
“It’s no problem Miss, feel free to call me if you.. free?” he rubs his nape as he awkwardly laughs, that also makes you laugh.
Silent fills at the atmosphere.
“See you tomorrow as well Val, I’ll be more happier than that” you giggles as you wave goodbye at him.
Before he jumps, he goes down on your level to sniff at your neck, you can feel how burns your body as he did that gesture because you though he would kiss you.
“You smells good Miss” he wink at you before wave goodbye and jumping so high.
You were stunned as your face still burns hot as you enter your home. You don’t know this feelings, somehow your heart beats faster.. you have to remind yourself that you just met him, a wolf can get attach to you if you treat them good just like him. You take a quite shower, then your phone's notify rings.
‘Take a good rest Miss ;)’
You only smiles at his messages, your finger wants to reply back but stopped didn’t know what to messages so you ignore it and rest.
Two days later, working with Valko makes everything light for you as you got attached with each other like gentle wolves would do. You invited him at your house whenever you feel down, stressed or even receiving good news from your workplace. At night, you take a fresh air at your balcony without your knowing Valko was already there.
“Are you alright Miss?” he leaned against at the balcony railings to your level, smirks while searching your expressions.
“Yeah I'm good, as usual when I saw you already turns me in a good mood” you flirts with him.
“Heh, I already know about it I’m a good person Miss, trust” he flirts back. Then, both of you laughs.
“Gotta head back Miss, see you again” he winks before jumps from building to building. You still watched him from behind while mouthing.
‘Safe journey, Val’
You often worried about him whenever night comes, he turned into a werewolf while hunting down other wild wolves in the heavy rainforest. You always noticed his bruised and scars, he always turned you down for too worrying about him, you stares at his back before return back to your room.
It’s been 3 days since you both got assigned you somehow developed a small interests in him, however, you wouldn't do such a reckless thing happen to any human.
3 days later, as usual you and Valko are having so much fun during the mission, you both shared laugh together as well as you silently caught his injuries again you managed to not talking about it, hence you saw him treating his injuries in his own private guest room as the door slightly open before head back to the main office, he then spoke up.
“You should probably eat, you must be hungry since this morning hunting side by side with you was so much fun to the point we’re forgotten to eat” he hands you his food.
“How about you?” “I’m will be fine, I have plenty more here” he winks just to brush it off your worried again. You take it from him because you can’t refuse with anything he provides for you. Hours later, after both of you finished everything with research for new located place for hunting he then drives you home safely.
You sleep throughout the drive as Valko rub his thumbs against your hand, giving a peck of kisses as he rub his cheek against it and glanced at your sleepy feature with adoring look, he then lean against your face to give a kiss but stopped himself because for him it was insolent for doing such thing to a slumbering woman, knowing he also developed a small feelings for you in a short amount of time.. He then drives contentiously.
Two days later, you were waiting 4 hours for Valko to arrive at the place located as you both research since last night hence it’s already 12 in the afternoon, you managed to call Valko several but he hasn’t pick it up, you already gave up and return to your own workplace before heading to your boss’s office. You opened immediately when he speak.
“Boss, do you know Valko whereabouts?” you worried.
“I’m afraid I don’t know either, I also didn’t received his messages either since this morning” he clasp both hands while staring at your head to toe.
“Thank you boss” you bowed at him.
You wandered around your workplace then at EonTech you try to access to the entrance door however it was.
‘Access denied’
Confused struck you of why it got denied or did Valko change the pass code in the morning? You attempt again, still got denied, you remembered where Valko usually are, at the rainforest you managed to go there but somehow got block with a yellow tape, even the investigator didn’t allow you to go further, then you returned home, taking a short showers before drifted off to sleep.
As you read the news about yesterday, Valko’s dead body was found in the alley the place where your first met with him, the exact same place was showed in the news. You felt a stings being stabbed in your stomach as the news keep being mentioned before you turn it off, you weeps against your palm. You recall of what you used to think about his conditions which was accurate.
Then, you roaming around your room just for Valko’s scent fills the air. You didn’t realize that you already fallen in love with him while you didn’t get to ask for his birthday or favorite interest to surprise him.
Hours later, you still standing on his funerals as you scatter rose petals while weeping, you didn't care people sees your pale face your focuses are only Valko’s funeral. You sat down besides it and lean your head against it.
“Wish I could tell you my real feelings, guess our fate were unfortunate” you attempting clasps your mouth with your fabric to control your whimpers as you continue weeping.
Then, a spirit of Valko hugs you from behind, failed to wipe your tears with his tails while he then try to kiss your forehead in a gentleman way however failed.
'Abang' - older brother/older guy often called by younger girls and boys (for Malays)
After the death of Zandik on his 85 birthday, his other segments dissecting him at the laboratory as you and Pantalone standing at the entrance like a ghost while holding a cake and several gifts as all of you maintaining eye contact with the segments before Pantalone grabs your wrist to retreat back into his office.
You quite shocked at the scenery earlier before placed a cake on the desk silently, didn’t try to communicate or glance with Pantalone who’s sitting at his seat while staring lovely at you, as he rest his chin on his knuckle.
“You shouldn’t went hard on yourself” he softly remind.
“Shouldn’t? I haven’t talk with him since this morning!” You stare at the cake you’ve made since 7 in the morning.
Pantalone only sighs, doesn’t know how to comfort you. Before he speaks, you already walk out of the office only stopped by Dottore as he opens the door. You ignore his presence and bump into his shoulder, leaving them both behind. Dottore close the door as his eyes wander to the cake you’ve made.
'Happy Birthday Zandik Meri Jaan!!'
Dottore eyes still lingers on that cake knowing why you choose to ignore him just now. Hurt, betrayal, sorrow and rumination are what he sees on your expressions as he sits before he speaks.
“I will return to Sumeru for a while, please look after her while I’m away, Feofan” he smile, he takes the cake with him and depart. Meanwhile, Feofan was just like you devastating by the passing of his close friend as he rubbing his eyes before continues doing his work to forget of what today’s drama.
You on the hand secretly takes one of the Zandik’s belonging as the laboratory were empty before searching for any note pieces left on cabinet, shelves or desk, something caught your eyes as a small note left on the desk, you grab it immediately as you crumble the paper, put into your pocket. Suddenly, both hands lean on the desk on the side of your hips, caging you before he speaks.
“Try to steal something?” you felt his breath on your neck before stepping aside to fill the gap yet he stopped you with his strong grips on your upper limp, then he hugged you, you attempt to fight back yet surrender as you cried against his embrace instead.
“This is your all fault Dottore, I couldn’t have a word with him-”
“This is also your fault, you should visited him as well in the first place. Don’t put the blame on me hence both of us are the wrong here” he’s right, you’re supposed to visit Zandik in the very beginning since he’s old. You hardly weep now, his big palm covers your mouth while another hand pets your head to keep you calm.
“I’ll return to Sumeru for awhile, please take care of yourself and Feofan will be there for you.” he almost kiss your forehead but remembered you don’t like being kissed as he clears his troat, you nodded at his commands even though you’re the 10th Harbinger yourself. He departed from the laboratory as you continue weeps alone inside.
It’s been 8 months after the death of Zandik, you always visited his small grave that you made that’s faraway from the Headquarters since other harbingers refused to make one for him, you heard a footsteps without looking.
“Ma’am, it’s almost dawn time we should return to headquarters” one of your assistant reminded you, you do what he says as you take few glances at the grave then departing.
The quite atmosphere fills the train as you proceeds to take a seat with one of your assistant, he then gave you a hot chocolate with a waffle.
“You should eat ma’am, all of the reinforcements were worried about you, even Lord Regrator.” he bows at you.
You did what he told you, you barely talk among with your colleagues and right now you’re losing a lot of weight after Zandik’s gone. You mourned, grieved even regretted everyday for him.
As you arrived at the headquarters, you saw Columbina at the hallway, she greets you happily as she drags you to Sandrone’s tea party. Sandrone, Arlecchino, Capitano and Tartaglia are shocked to see you in these conditions, you only give them a small smile before taking a sip of the tea Sandrone offer you.
“Did you.. losing some weight?” Arlecchino interrupted first without looking.
“It’s nothing serious Snezhevna, I’m always like this” you play with the tea cup.
“What do you mean ‘nothing serious!?’ you look horrible!” Sandrone snaps.
“Marionette!” Capitano and Tartaglia try to hush her. Meanwhile Columbina feeds you with her food, you almost refused however you can feel the intense stares from the other four harbingers in front of you in your peripheral visions so you munch on the food as you smiles and thanking Columbina.
“Next time, if you ever think of isolating yourself from all of us at least have a meal, don’t ever starve yourself here in Snezhnaya..” Sandrone’s mad at you even though she prepared all the meals in front of you, you smiles as you thanking her.
“Humph! tomorrow there’s an opera so you’ll be sitting besides me, understood?” she talks to you without looking as she gave you a ticket.
Hours have passed, you go inside your office as you noticed a massive bouquet of roses and several gifts. Curiosity kills the cat, you wondered who managed to do all of this. Then, a note captured your visions.
‘Heard from your assistant you barely eat and communicate with any of the colleague? If you happens to see any of this please come to my office dear’
- Feofan S. Veksel
Your eyes wide open at the names before you rushed into his office.
“Feofan-”
He glanced at you as one of his people kissed his gloved hand,a gesture of a diplomatic and genuine deep respect before he waves at you. He looked exhausted as he force a smile. Both of you only stare at each other before he rise from his seats even approached you.
“You.. looked pale dear” he scans your features as he caressed softly.
You melts then proceeds rubbing your left cheek into his gloved hand.
“Apologizes for making you worried Feo, just needed a cold embrace-” you quietly sobs before he wipes your tears.
“I know you missed him dearly, however please don’t do it like that” he plays with your hair.
Then, suddenly a figure steps in without saying a word as Pantalone keeps eye-ing at you knowing the person who enters his office.
“I can’t help it, I just want Zandik he’s the only guy I ever feel comfortable with, I hate Dottore Feofan you couldn’t just stopped me, I want to rant to someone but no one’s here for me” you hardly weeps again before he cups your face to wipe.
“You have me dear, I’ll listen to every-”
“NO!, shut up, you won’t listen a word to me” you try to get off him but he still cupping your face, smiling like an evil person before he kiss you to calm you down. However, that didn’t calm you down you pulled away from the kiss and slap him. Pantalone shocked at the actions before rubs his cheek.
“You slapped me? Why?” he raised both his eyebrows seriously
“I told you, if I ever want to rant you always excused yourself with works or even funding Dottore’s new experiments. If you really that overworked and doesn’t have time with me, I could just rants to Capitano or Tartaglia.” you said with displeasure.
“Dear, I’ll try to make time-”
“No, shut the hell up and I’m leaving”
As you turned around, you realize he was listened everything to you and Pantalone’s conversations. Your face turned pale real quick as you stepping backwards only to be stepped on Pantalone’s feet. Dottore smirks at your retreating before approach you as he leaned down to your level.
"Since when did you came-" he interrupted you
“Feisty” he ignored your question and bring his hand to your cheek as you glanced on the ground trembling.
“You seems pretty confident just now why silent?” Dottore smile widely.
“Maybe we should do something to punish her for talking bad things about you Dottore” Pantalone chuckle.
“I agree with it, I have a lot of sharp tools inside my laboratory”
Dottore and Pantalone are sniggering together to the point you’re all sweaty now and regretting of what you said earlier. You’re hoping ‘Dottore’ wouldn’t experimenting on you.
credit: all in pinterest¡
a/n: this is my own works, and i didn’t plagiarize from other author’s work. do not rewrite.
Can you make a Boothill dating headcanon please? If you want of course!!
Also LOVE YOUR STYLIZED BLOG !!!!
Have a nice day!!!! (*´∀`)♪
Boothill Dating headcanon
he will acts tough in front you when you compliments him yet grin stupidly if you’re aren't looking
if he gets caught by the IPC during the date he would drag you somewhere safe for hide as he puts his hat on you winking as he glances the surrounding
he is quiet possessive but not controlling, he won’t make you suffocate
if you ever feel anxious when he doesn’t pick up calls or message back, he came back to surprise you with a big bouquet full of roses with Argenti’s assistant
his love language is words of affirmation so he would give you lots of reassurance whenever you feel down, stressed or mad
your feet hurt? he’d carry you like a sack of potato
he'd proudly introduce you to Galaxy Rangers member, whilst you become close with Rappa
if you got lost in the Golden Hour he might panic and rushes immediately, once spotted he showers you with lots of kisses (afraid the IPC employees would target you)
you mad at him? he attempted 10x times apologies. you ignore him? he’ll buy lot of meals with a note ‘foods a must, love com’ sec. got chu babe :v’ you smile
he's mad at you? would never lashing out or throwing insults on you, hence he melts every time you try to make a pathetic face
do you wear a hijab (said your muslim in bio)? if so please educate yourself on the history of veils and how they are literally a tool for men to claim women as property. it's so disgustingly misogynistic, all it takes is to learn a bit about history. coming from a nation where covering is nearly a requirement, i just hate it so much and don't understand how a woman can chose this. licking the boots of men
Yes dear! I wore a hijab (my choice) and I didn't wear it for men because it's literally wajib (compulsory) for every woman to wear, but at the same time I didn't judge any girlies who are free hair because they have their personal reasons to. I'm only wearing a hijab because I want to protect myself from any weird fantasies from men and obey Allah's rules. Also, I wouldn't say wearing a hijab is only for men to claim as a property, because those type of men are the ones should be lowering their gaze and have a self control, if they can't handle seeing you being a free hair or hijabi girl it's their problem. Do whatever you want and don't let their word saddens you.
˚˖ִ໋❀ summary: You went to watch the opera "The Mountain Sparrow" with Pantalone and Dottore, only for them to tease you whole night!
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ warnings: Heavy teasing, suggestive content, sexual tension, I made up the plot of the opera. I described a dress and a hair style, so idk if I should put this as a warning but oh well.
æ's Note: After watching Sandrone's animation video and seeing her mention it, I immediately thought about this eheheh. If you wanna be on the taglist, let me know!
With the order coming from Pantalone you reached your room without knowing why he made you stop dealing with reports but go to your room. Though, most of your confusion had been replaced by curiosity as you walked.
When you reached to your room, the thing hanging neatly behind the door was the answer.
The outfit consisted of a deep wine-red dress with a fitted bodice, flowing sheer sleeves, and layers of cascading fabric that swayed with every step. The asymmetrical skirt revealed floral lace stockings beneath, while a matching choker and a simple black pendant completed the ensemble.
You stared at it for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. Of course Pantalone had already chosen everything for you.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you changed into the outfit. By the time you had finished adjusting the last few details, a knock sounded at your door.
Pantalone stepped inside without waiting for a 'come in' and looked you over from head to toe. His purple eyes lingered on every detail, carefully inspecting his own handiwork.
"Hmm."
You already knew that sound. It meant approval.
Before you could say anything, he stepped behind you. His fingers brushed your shoulders as he took the choker from the dresser and fastened it around your neck. The simple black pendant followed, settling neatly against your collarbone.
Then, with a faint click of his tongue, he reached for your hair.
"You hid half the outfit, hm?."
Without waiting for permission, he loosened your hair and let it fall freely over your shoulders. His hands lingered only long enough to smooth it into place.
You tried your best to ignore how close he was standing. That man practically towered over you, and every small adjustment brought him closer. You could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of your neck as he fixed the pendant. It was impossible not to notice.
At last, he stepped back to admire the result. "Well, you do look pretty now, don't you?" A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. "A very graceful assistant. Quite the improvement from the one who's always wearing trousers."
You rolled your eyes, he was making you roll your eyes all the time. "Maybe because Snezhnaya is freezing," you replied. "I can't wear skirts in that weather just to satisfy your aesthetic concerns."
Pantalone scoffed. "A shame. Seeing fabrics that actually complement your figure makes me considerably happier."
You couldn't hold yourself but groan at his words.
"We've been asked to attend an opera by Her Majesty. Several of the Harbingers will be there as well. The Korolevskiy troupe is performing tonight, and they're said to be exceptional."
As he spoke, he took out a strip of blue silk from his pocket. "My seat happens to be beside Dottore's," he continued casually. "Which means you'll be seated between us. Fortunately for you, it also happens to be the best view in the theater."
Before you could ask why he was holding a blue small silk piece in his fingers, he looked at you with unmistakable amusement. "So, let's play a game."
He slowly pushes your skirk upwards and then started to tie the silk around your thigh, "If Dottore catches you with this you lose, and you will be punished." "If he can't", he makes a small ribbon with the silk on your thigh and continues, "You win, and what will you win?... Oh well, you have to first win to figure it out."
You could see that his eyes glittered behind his glasses.
"That's the entire game?" You asked while he slowly let your leg go.
"Hm hm, we still need to enjoy the show. Such game would incease the joy of the night, I believe. For all of us."
/
Upon arriving at the opera house, you found yourself momentarily speechless. This place was enormous. Golden details covered nearly every surface, glittering beneath the warm glow of countless chandeliers. Velvet curtains framed the stage, and elegant balconies rose floor after floor around the grand hall. The quiet murmur of nobles and wealthy merchants filled the air, creating a strange mixture of excitement and sophistication.
You walked beside Pantalone, trying not to look too overwhelmed. When you finally reached your private box, you noticed Dottore already seated comfortably in his chair, one leg crossed over the other as if he'd been there for hours.
In the neighboring box, you caught sight of another familiar silhouette. The Seventh Harbinger, Sandrone.
Even from a distance, she somehow managed to radiate irritation. So, not wanting to risk attracting her attention, you quickly looked away before she could catch you staring.
Taking your seat between Pantalone and Dottore, you turned your attention to the stage.
Tonight's performance was called The Mountain Sparrow, a tragic tale about a small mountain village. According to the story, a young woman who dreamed of leaving her isolated home and seeing the world beyond the snowy peaks. As expected from opera, things apparently became progressively more miserable after that.
Despite your best efforts to focus on the stage, your eyes kept wandering. The chandeliers, the balconies, the orchestra, the painted ceiling, the endless rows of spectators...Everything was fascinating, you were fascinated as this was your first opera, after all.
A quiet chuckle came from your right. "You resemble a rabbit caught in light, looking awfully cute and shocked."
You turned toward Dottore. "What?"
His visible eye was filled with amusement. "Looking everywhere except the stage, you will miss the show."
You frowned and forced your attention back to the performance. You crossed your arms in front of you, leaned back, and fixed your eyes on the stage. You were ridiculed for not being one of the bourgeois, how nice.
A second chuckle followed as you frowned. You didn't even need to look to know it was Pantalone.
The relationship with the these men, be it yours or theirs, had become... unusual over the years.
As Pantalone's assistant, you naturally accompanied him to meetings, negotiations, and the occasional gathering involving the other Harbingers. Since many of those events involved Dottore, the three of you inevitably spent a great deal of time together.
Then somehow, without you realizing when exactly it happened, Dottore had started dragging you into his own work from time to time. You weren't paid for any of it, of course. Your actual employer remained Pantalone.
But occasionally helping the doctor had become surprisingly enjoyable. Especially when dealing with the 45-year-old segment. Compared to some of the others, he was easier to talk to.
As the music swelled through the theater, you glanced at the two men seated beside you. They were some of the most dangerous individuals in Teyvat. Yet right now they simply looked like two well-dressed gentlemen enjoying an evening at the opera. But this thought almost made you laugh because experience had taught you that whenever either of them appeared harmless, it usually meant trouble was on its way.
And now it was making it's way on your leg.
Dottore was caressing your leg affectionately which made you look at his hand and then to his face for a second to only see his eyes remained fixed on the stage, as if he were completely absorbed by the performance unfolding before him. The orchestra swelled, the singers continued their tragic tale, and Dottore looked every bit like a gentleman enjoying an evening at the opera.
The memory of Pantalone's words immediately resurfaced. "If Dottore catches this ribbon, you lose."
It was still tied around your upper thigh beneath the layers of fabric. You absolutely could not afford to lose. Not when a mountain of reports was waiting for you back at the palace. If they weren't neatly arranged on Pantalone's desk by tomorrow morning, he would make sure you regretted it.
Trying to stop Dottore without drawing attention, you tried to cross your legs, hoping to trap his hand between them and stop
Before you could though, another hand settled on your leg, it was Pantalone's hand. He sent you a brief glance and a small smile before returning his attention to the stage, looking no different from Dottore. As if neither of them were doing anything unusual.
His hand remained where it was, gently squeezing your thigh in silent warning. His message was clear, don't interfere.
Dottore's hand continued its slow ascent, moving higher and higher along your thigh until it slipped past the hem of your skirt. You nearly cursed as he was getting dangerously close.
The constant presence of their hands was already making it difficult to focus on the performance. The music echoed through the hall, the singers carried on with their tragedy, and meanwhile you were struggling to keep your breathing steady. You couldn't afford to make a sound.
But then it happened, Dottore's fingers brushed against something that wasn't lace and his movements paused. Slowly, he traced the ribbon with his fingertips, feeling the contrast between the silk and the stocking beneath it.
"Oh?"
You turned your head and met his gaze. For the first time that evening, his attention had completely left the stage. Your eyes practically begged him to let it go but of course, it was Dottore.
Dottore pushed the fabric aside just enough to reveal the blue ribbon neatly wrapped around your thigh. Then Pantalone spoke. "Oops."
The smile in his voice was unmistakable. "You got caught now what?."
Dottore's eyebrow lifted. "Hm? What do you mean?"
"We made a little game before arriving." Pantalone adjusted his glasses. "If you discovered the ribbon, she lost and will be at our mercy."
Realization immediately crossed Dottore's face. "Ah." His smile widened as he continued,"How delightful."
You hated how pleased they sounded. Both of them looked far too satisfied with themselves. Without giving you a chance to argue your case, they returned their attention to the stage as though nothing had happened.
The opera continued, the audience remained unaware while you were still under their capture, feeling their hungry hands.
And judging by the expressions hidden behind their composed facades, the two of them were already discussing your fate without saying a single word.
his favorite thing about being a dad is how involved he gets to be.
isagi is naturally observant, so becoming a father somehow turns that trait up to 100. he notices everything. the first time his baby rolls over. the first time they say a new word. the first time they discover that dipping crackers into their cup of juice is apparently the funniest thing in the world.
he loves hearing about their day. genuinely. it doesn't matter if they're 3 years old or 13. if his kid starts talking, he's listening.
when they're little, he'll kneel down and ask, "okay, tell me everything. who annoyed you today?"
and then his child launches into a 5-minute rant about another kid stealing their blue crayon (because blue is their favorite color, just like their dad).
isagi nods seriously like he's analyzing game footage. "i see. a devastating betrayal."
his kid’s like "DAD, IT WAS."
“let’s trash talk them into oblivion next time?” (pls no.)
he absolutely melts whenever his children get excited to see him come home.
no trophy, no championship, no award will ever beat hearing little feet sprint across the house while someone screams, "DADDY'S BACK!"
he secretly keeps every ugly drawing they make. every single one. even the one that's supposed to be him, but looks like a haunted potato.
itoshi rin
rin will never admit it out loud, but his favorite thing is being someone's safe place.
before becoming a dad, he never really thought about what it meant to have someone depend on him completely. then suddenly there's this tiny person who reaches for him whenever they're scared. and it changes him.
if his child gets hurt, they don't run to mom first. they run to him. and every single time, his chest aches. because they trust him. they know he'll make it better.
rin loves late-night moments the most. such as when the house is quiet. or when his kid has a nightmare and waddles into his room holding a stuffed animal like "dad…”
one word and rin’s already lifting the blanket. "come here."
he'll pretend he's annoyed. he's not. he's never been less annoyed in his life.
another thing he secretly loves? when his child starts copying him. specifically the little habits – crossing their arms, glaring at people, clicking their tongue in annoyance all the time.
rin looks across the room and realizes he's accidentally created a miniature version of himself. lowkey terrifying.
itoshi sae
for someone that doesn’t talk much, sae loves conversations. especially the weird ones.
children say the most ridiculous things imaginable, and he finds it endlessly entertaining.
he'll be driving somewhere and hear: "dad, if sharks lived in space would they become astronauts?"
and sae genuinely considers it. "probably."
"that's awesome."
"yeah."
he loves treating his kids like actual people. not the talking down to them part or babying them unnecessarily. he'll sit there having serious discussions about cartoons, dinosaurs, or why bedtime is apparently a violation of human rights.
his favorite thing, though, is watching them develop their own personalities, seeing their interests appear, seeing them become their own person.
he loves realizing his child isn't simply an extension of him. rather, they're someone entirely unique. and every year he gets to know them a little better.
also? hearing them laugh.
we all know sae isn't expressive. never has been. but his child's laugh is one of the few sounds that can instantly improve his mood and break him out of his default neutral face. slowly, but surely, a smile will appear.
nagi seishiro
nagi's favorite thing is the affection.
before fatherhood, he wasn't exactly known for being energetic. now? he's still not energetic. but suddenly there's a tiny human attached to him 24/7 and somehow he LOVES it.
his kid climbs onto him like he's a piece of furniture. uses him as a pillow. falls asleep on his chest. steals his blankets. steals his snacks. steals his gaming chair.
and nagi just accepts it. because every time he looks down and sees them sleeping against him, his heart does a weird little flip.
he also loves introducing his children to things he enjoys, and i mean video games.
the day his kid beats a level they've been struggling with? nagi acts like they just won the world cup. "LET'S GOOO."
his child will be like "dad, you're being weird."
"i'm proud of you, kiddo.”
"it's mario kart."
"exactly."
his absolute favorite thing, though, is being loved without conditions.
kids don't care about fame. they don't care about soccer rankings. they don't care about money. to them, he's just dad. their dad. and nagi thinks that's pretty nice.
mikage reo
reo's favorite thing about being a dad is getting to spoil his kids. financially, obviously. but also emotionally.
this man is obsessed. his camera roll is 99% pictures of his children.
if they make him a bracelet out of beads worth approximately ￥50? he's wearing it to business meetings.
if they draw him a picture? framed, no question.
his favorite moments are when he can make their dreams come true. hearing them casually mention wanting something and then surprising them later. seeing their faces light up never gets old.
but the thing he loves most isn't actually the expensive stuff. it's when his children choose him because they want to. when they're older and could be hanging out with anyone else, but still decide to spend time with their dad.
"wanna go get food?"
"sure."
reo has to act normal. but internally he’s all: YES. OMG. THEY STILL LOVE ME. I WIN.
he's also embarrassingly sentimental. first day of school? cried. kindergarten graduation? cried. soccer game? cried. random weekday where his kid said "i love you, dad" before leaving the house? bawled his eyes out.
fatherhood turned reo mikage into the softest man alive and nobody can convince me otherwise.
bachira meguru
bachira's favorite thing about being a dad is that he finally has a permanent partner for all his nonsense.
seriously. this man treats fatherhood like the greatest adventure he's ever been invited on.
if his kid wants to build a blanket fort? they're building a blanket kingdom.
if they want to play pirates? bachira is already hanging a towel around his neck as a cape.
he loves how children see the world. how everything is exciting. how a puddle isn't just a puddle, it's a lake. a cardboard box isn't a box, it's a spaceship. bachira understands that mindset better than most adults ever will.
his favorite thing is hearing his child laugh so hard they can barely breathe. he becomes addicted to it, constantly trying to make them laugh again. he'll intentionally make ridiculous faces just to hear that giggle.
another thing he adores? being their favorite person. cuz bachira knows his kid loves mom, too. but when they're crying and immediately reach for him? when they see him walk through the door and launch themselves into his arms? he's done for. his heart explodes on impact every single time.
shidou ryusei
shidou's favorite thing about being a dad is watching his kid become their own little menace.
everyone else is concerned. he's thrilled.
his toddler climbs onto the kitchen counter? "THAT'S MY GOAT!"
and you’ll have to do the scolding: "RYUSEI, GET THEM DOWN."
"RIGHT, RIGHT."
shidou genuinely loves how unapologetic children are. they cry when they're sad, laugh when they're happy, and say whatever's on their mind. and he respects that immensely.
his favorite thing, though, is receiving affection from them. shidou is surprisingly emotional when it comes to his family.
if his child randomly hugs him? he's stunned, heart critical.
"dad, i love you."
"WHAT."
"i love you."
"YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT ON ME???” he immediately picks them up and squeezes them.
another thing he loves is cheering them on. it doesn't matter what they're doing, whether it’s soccer, drawing, losing spelling bees, eating a sandwich. shidou is acting like they're competing in the olympics.
his kid takes three bites of broccoli. "HELL YEAAHHHHHH!"
the entire restaurant turns to stare. he doesn't care.
karasu tabito
karasu's favorite thing about being a dad is the conversations because kids are hilarious.
he'll be drinking coffee and suddenly hear: "dad, can fish get thirsty?" and now he's stuck thinking about it for the rest of the day.
he loves how honest children are. they don't filter themselves. they don't play games. if they love you, they tell you. if they think your outfit looks weird, they tell you that, too.
his favorite thing, though, is earning their trust.
karasu is the type of dad who wants his kids to know they can tell him anything. bad grades. friendship drama. heartbreak. whatever it is. he wants to be the first person they call.
the first time his teenager comes to him for advice without being asked? he spends the next week feeling weirdly proud.
he also secretly loves when his children roast him. he doesn’t want to admit it, but somehow they're good at it. way too good at it.
"dad, you gotta put down the hair gel. your hair is turning into a geometry lesson."
"... who taught you that?"
"... instagram comments."
"banned."
kaiser michael
kaiser's favorite thing about being a dad is being loved for who he is. not because he's famous or talented or successful. because he's dad. that's it.
and for someone like kaiser, that means more than he'll ever admit.
he absolutely treasures little moments that nobody else would notice, such as his child holding his hand while crossing the street, falling asleep on his shoulder, showing him a drawing they spent 20 minutes making. those things stay with him forever.
he also loves being the person who can make everything okay. bad day at school? dad's here. nightmare? dad's here. scraped knee? dad's here.
and every time his child immediately seeks him out, he feels something warm settle in his chest.
another thing he secretly adores is hearing them brag about him. children are shameless, after all.
"my dad is the best soccer player ever."
kaiser nearly chokes.
"well–”
"he is!”
he's thinking about that comment for the rest of his life.
ness alexis
ness's favorite thing about being a dad is feeling needed. the simple joy of knowing someone depends on him and trusts him completely can’t be compared.
he throws himself into fatherhood with his whole heart. bedtime stories? voice acting, different accents, sound effects, like the whole production. school projects? he's helping. bake sales? he's there. class performances? front row seat, crying before it even starts.
his favorite thing, though, is how affectionate his children are with him. ness is incredibly touch-oriented as a parent. hugs. cuddles. holding hands. forehead kisses. all of it. if his child curls up beside him on the couch instead of sitting somewhere else? his entire evening is made.
he also loves when they get excited to show him things.
"dad! look!"
and now he's being dragged across the house to see a rock. a bug. a drawing. a leaf. doesn't matter. because they're excited. and that means he's excited, too.
honestly, ness's favorite thing about being a dad is simple: every day, his children choose to share their little world with him. and he never takes that privilege for granted.
chigiri hyoma
chigiri's favorite thing about being a dad is how openly affectionate his children are.
he's always loved physical affection, but nothing could have prepared him for having a tiny human whose favorite hobby is clinging to him. they're always attached somehow – holding his hand, sitting on his lap, hugging his leg while he's trying to walk.
one of his favorite moments is brushing their hair. especially because they inherited his gorgeous hair.
he takes his job very seriously. detangling spray. special brushes. hair masks. oils. the whole routine.
"dad, it's just hair."
"ssshhh, don't ever say that again."
he also loves being their source of confidence. whenever his child gets nervous about something, he gets to remind them how capable they are. and the first time they start believing it? the first time they stand a little taller because of something he said? that's his favorite feeling in the world.
but above all else, he loves seeing them run toward him. whether he's coming home from a trip or picking them up from school, seeing them sprint into his arms with the biggest smile imaginable never stops making his heart ache.
barou shoei
barou's favorite thing about being a dad is taking care of people.
nobody saw that coming. least of all, barou. before fatherhood, he was convinced he preferred being alone. then all of a sudden, there's this tiny little person depending on him. and he discovers he actually likes making sure someone's fed, healthy, safe, and happy.
he loves routines. morning routines. bedtime routines. dinner routines. his children know exactly what to expect from him. and they find comfort in that consistency. secretly, so does he.
his absolute favorite thing, though, is when his children come to him for help. it’s an open sign of reciprocated trust.
"dad, can you help me?"
every single time, his chest swells with pride. he'll never admit it, but it does.
he also loves teaching them things. how to cook. how to clean. how to take care of themselves.
his kid might roll their eyes now. but 20 years later, they'll realize dad was right about literally everything.
another thing? barou loves being called dad. hearing a little voice yell "dad!" from across the house activates something in his brain. he's responding before they even finish the sentence.
yukimiya kenyu
yukimiya's favorite thing about being a dad is watching his children discover what they love. he loves seeing passions develop. seeing hobbies appear out of nowhere.
one day, they're obsessed with dinosaurs. the next, they're determined to become an artist. then an astronaut. then a baker. and yukimiya supports every phase wholeheartedly.
he loves encouraging them and being their biggest cheerleader. after all, he knows how important it is to have someone believe in you.
his favorite thing, though, is seeing their kindness. the moments where they hold the door open for someone. share their toys. comfort a friend. every time it happens, he thinks: yeah. i'm raising a good kid. and it fills him with an indescribable amount of pride.
he also adores family outings, whether it be parks, museums, beach days, or spontaneous road trips. doesn't matter where they're going. if his family is together, he's happy.
fatherhood gives yukimiya a million little moments to be grateful for, and he treasures every single one.
hiori yo
hiori's favorite thing about being a dad is getting to be the parent he never had. he never says that out loud. but it's true.
he loves creating a home where his children feel safe, where they don't have to earn love. where they can fail without feeling like the world is ending.
his favorite thing is listening. if his child wants to spend 30 minutes explaining a game they're playing? hiori is listening. if they want to rant about school drama? he's listening. if they just want someone to sit beside them quietly? he's there. he loves making sure his children never feel alone.
another thing he secretly adores is seeing them get excited over things. when they get excited, they immediately come find him, all: "dad! dad! dad! look!" and he's being shown something that makes absolutely no sense, but he acts like it's the greatest discovery in human history.
his absolute favorite moments happen late at night when the house is quiet and one of his children wanders into the living room because they can't sleep. and they just sit together. pressure and expectations absent. company present.
hiori thinks those moments might be what happiness feels like.
kunigami rensuke
kunigami's favorite thing about being a dad is being someone's hero in the simple way children look at their parents when they're young.
because to his kid? dad can fix anything. dad knows everything. dad is the strongest person alive. and every time they look at him like that, he has to resist tearing up.
he loves teaching them things, whether that be riding a bike, tying their shoes, or throwing a ball. he never rushes them. never gets frustrated. he just stays beside them until they figure it out.
his favorite thing, though, is watching their confidence grow, seeing them accomplish things they once thought were impossible, and getting to tell them: "see? i knew you could do it."
he also absolutely melts when his children show affection. especially when it's unprompted.
imagine him making breakfast and suddenly feeling tiny arms wrap around his waist just because. he's finished.
another thing he loves is family traditions. movie nights. holiday traditions. weekend breakfasts. anything that creates memories.
more than anything, kunigami wants his children to grow up knowing they were loved every single day of their lives.
and if they remember that when they're older? then he'll consider himself the luckiest dad in the world.
iglesias bunny
bunny's favorite thing about being a dad is making his kids laugh. nothing in the world compares, not even sold-out arenas. if he gets a genuine belly laugh out of his child, his entire day is made.
this man is naturally playful, and fatherhood somehow makes him even worse. he's constantly joking around. making silly faces. pretending to "steal" their snacks. dramatically collapsing when they tag him during games.
"AHHH! I'VE BEEN DEFEATED!"
his kid, age 4: "get up."
"i can't. i'm gone."
"papa."
"tell your madre i loved her."
he loves how comfortable his children are around him. he wants them to feel like they can tell him anything, whether it's something serious or something completely ridiculous. and when they choose to sit beside him just to talk? he treasures it.
his absolute favorite thing, though, is hearing "papa, watch this!" because kids always say it with so much confidence, even when they're about to do the most unimpressive thing imaginable.
his child jumps approximately 10 centimeters off the ground. "DID YOU SEE THAT?"
bunny immediately stands up. "THAT WAS INSANE." standing ovation. tears in his eyes. greatest performance he's ever witnessed.
yep, he’s winning the #1 supportive dad title.
julian loki
loki's favorite thing about being a dad is slowing down.
his entire life moves at a ridiculous pace. training. matches. travel. interviews. there's always somewhere he needs to be. but when he's with his children? everything feels slower.
he loves the ordinary moments most – helping with homework, making breakfast together, driving them places, reading bedtime stories, moments that other people might overlook. he spends so much of his life in the spotlight, he treasures the moments where he's simply dad.
his favorite thing, though, is watching his children grow. every year, they become a little more independent. a little more confident. a little more themselves. and even though part of him misses when they were tiny enough to fit in his arms, he genuinely enjoys seeing who they're becoming.
he also loves when they get excited about his matches. he gets to share something important to him with people he loves most.
hearing "good luck, dad!" before a game? that's enough motivation to carry him through anything.
hugo vivian
hugo's favorite thing about being a dad is being loved so openly.
children don't hide how they feel. if they love you, they tell you. if they miss you, they tell you. if they want a hug, they simply climb into your lap. and for someone who tends to keep a lot of his emotions tucked away, that kind of honesty is precious.
he loves carrying them, even when they're getting way too old for it. one day, his child is 7 years old and still asking to be picked up. and he's doing it without hesitation because he knows those days won't last forever.
his favorite thing, though, is the quiet moments. hugo has always been someone who notices the small things, so his happiest memories aren't necessarily the big milestones – they're the little moments in between.
his child falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. tiny fingers reaching for his hand while crossing the street. hearing a sleepy "love you, papa" before bedtime. those moments hit him harder than anything else.
he also secretly loves being the person his children look for first when something exciting happens, when something scary happens, when they're proud of themselves, when they're sad. somehow, they always come find him. and every single time, he feels honored. out of everyone in the world, his children chose him to be their safe place. and that's something hugo never takes for granted.
if we're being real, this man probably has approximately 4,000 candid photos of his kids on his phone. blurry photos. random photos. point 5’s. photos nobody else would understand.
