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synopsis. returning to your temporary room at the flagship after a long shift, you have full intentions to get off and sleep, but two uninvited guests await you.
tw. canon divergent bc both of them are obviously alive, threesome, size difference, brat taming, mentioned vibrator, hate sex, bondage ( abyssal hands type shit ), choking, multiple orgasms, reverse cowgirl, oral ( dottore receiving ), power imbalance
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
notes. firstly — thank you feather for slipping this one in my inbox a few months back, and thank you everyone for 1k followers on here! aside from this, there is an sfw event on my side blog that you can participate in after reading this — or if this is not your cup of tea, you can go straight there<3
trilune!dottore x ratniki!afab!reader x rerir.
by the archons above or walking among you, it was as if your shift for the day would never end. truly, fieldwork was just- the absolute worst of worst — runt work, honestly.
but unfortunately, it had to be done.
someone had to go out there to find and treat the survivors, after all, or send the dead off properly — morbid as the task was. it was just in the nature of the ratniki, certainly out of respect for the fallen that might not have anyone to witness their final moments on teyvat.
leaning against the steel door to your temporary room after shutting it, you heaved out a low breath, tipping your head back as your eyes fluttered shut.
for once, you forewent the pleasantries and small talk at the flagship and went straight to your room. alcohol could wait another day, it wasn’t going anywhere — hopefully.
your bed on the other hand? well, that wasn’t moving either, but you wanted as much time as one could possibly get on it with another shift awaiting your hard work the following morning.
curse that solnari guy for the influx of wild hunt activity and the lack of staff lately. you strictly asked to not be on field and to handle more of the paperwork or treating of the wounded back at the outposts, but even you weren’t an exception to everyone that had been called to the frontlines.
seriously, if you saw that white haired menace, it was on sight. that guy was the reason you weren’t sleeping comfortably in your actual home, and indirectly responsible for all the kinks in your back. no matter how much stronger he was, there was going to be hell to pay if that man left wherever he had been banished to and had the misfortune of seeing you.
shaking off your coat, you pushed yourself off the coolness that had soothed the knots that seriously needed to be worked out. maybe you could get a day off this week to schedule an appointment with a chiropractor or something- or just someone to step on your back — anything to cease the tension, honestly.
unless a goodnight’s rest would suffice — which in that case, beautiful. if not, well.. you had your options, and a favor owed to you by one of your colleagues.
as the fabric pooled around behind you, your boots were next to be peeled off, each one trailing in a path that led towards the bed. they could be fixed in the morning, it wasn’t like there was anyone else coming in — not tonight at least.
and certainly not another colleague that you would come to find at work the following day. worst mistake ever — beautiful as that man was with his long hair and politeness.
but as you lifted your head, tired eyes searching for the covers and the wand you had left behind to take off the occasional edge that gripes at you, you were.. immensely surprised to find that you were not alone.
that you entered your room, had not bothered to really look beyond the flooring, and completely missed two figures that were familiar in their own wicked and rather bothersome ways, but not exactly anyone you were.. intimately familiar with.
“you’re shitting me.” you blurted without thinking, rubbing your eyes before looking between the man responsible for your sudden presence in field work.. and the other that had been part of organization that was trying to exercise control over nod-krai — although he looked quite different than you remembered.
were the gods pulling your leg here with a poor attempt at comedy, or were you simply beyond exhausted that you were beginning to see things?
either way, you certainly did not remember inviting any company this evening, and most definitely not with these assholes of all people — criminally attractive as they were. “before i tear each of you a new one, especially you — over there as of late,” you started, turning to the albino haired male. “for taking out all of my coworkers and leaving messes left and right for me to clean up because we’re short-staffed. i expect a god damn explanation immediately, because i’m sorry — but who invited your ass? and yours?” you now addressed the one with the seafoam hair — the second harbinger.
albeit less of a pebble in your path now, he was still responsible for the mistreatment of the citizens in nod-krai, and for that eyesore in paha isle — which was only one of many! “you better start talking too, don’t think you’re off the hook for the bullshit you and your buddies have pulled and swept under the rug.”
you weren’t sure where you were even getting this energy from. as far as you were concerned, your only plans were to hit those sheets for the night and maybe fuck around a little with the vibrator to have a better night’s rest — but even that was out of sight; gone from where you had last left it. maybe it was the fatigue that was bringing this anger out of you, as you didn’t get this worked up, but in your defense — it’s been a god damn day. a few days, even weeks, and you were just looking to be horizontal with an agenda to possibly overstimulate your clit a bit if you felt like it.
and these two were quite literally on your bed- preventing anything of the sort from happening.
blasphemy.
“my, i never expected such hostility to come out of the ratniki faction..” the harbinger spoke up, rising from his place in a way that practically left you overshadowed. was he always this tall? “are they training animals over there? you need quite a deal of disciplining, certainly after my subordinates caught you on fatui grounds attempting to thwart my plans..” he mused out, slipping a hand beneath your chin, which had more or less captured the entire bottom half of your face.
pitifully, your brain short-circuited at that gilded hand- the power that dizzied your brain, but you held firm, holding his masked gaze. “mind your business, harbinger,” you huffed out, knocking his palm away with the back of your own as you backed up a step. “and start explaining.”
parting his lips for a moment in a brief expression of surprise, the doctor allowed a smirk to crawl onto his lips, amusement seeping into the parts of his face that were still yet visible. he always did like it when subjects had bite to them, but there was nothing he had owed to you. “come now, dear. there’s hardly much to say, other than your evident lack of respect for the divine.” he sighed out, prowling closer. “but if you must know, your precious moon maiden is no more. my accomplice here made sure she had a lovely stay in the moon’s reflection where she could be reunited with her dear family, just as she had wanted.” a soft chuckle. “isn’t that wonderful? i simply had to reward him for his kindness.”
it was true that kuutar had wanted to return to her place of origin, you were there to see her off on moon prayer night along with everyone else.. so perhaps she made it there after all — to her real home.
but then, what of these two?
“that still doesn’t explain why you’re in here- in my room. in my bed, acting like shit’s sweet.” you then said, moving back another step before glancing over at the sinner, who had not yet stood up.
his visible eye — khaenri’ahn and the color of tourmaline, had sized you up from where he sat, though he himself had not quite assessed you as yet. you were familiar in a way that left him with a mixture of anger, and likewise melancholy. you had prevented him from reuniting with his lost love, but she was.. already beyond his reach, even after having been where she had banished herself off to.
the longer you stared, the more your stomach had stirred and betrayed your thoughts. he was beautiful, undeniably so.. but evil too — responsible for plenty of your fallen allies, whether or not it had been by his hand.
your eyes narrowed, lip twisting. “don’t you have anything to say, rächer of solnari? for everything the wild hunt has done to nod-krai, and for what? to grant this guy unlimited power?” you pressed, ire seeping into your tone, if it hadn’t already been present. “for having a thing against the gods, you sure as hell didn’t hesitate to give power to a new one.” a member of the fatui no less, who had been looking to practically turn on the archon the lot of them had so graciously worshipped.
it seemed there were still outliers even there of all places.
if not for the onyx colored bandages, you might have witnessed a down curl to his lips, but the faintest scraping of teeth entered your ears as the man in question quickly rose from his place, footfalls slow — heavy. just like your previous encounters, only this one felt.. slightly more personal. “it would do you good not to stoke my temper, lightkeeper.” rerir groused, raising a glowing hand. “i’m sure you’re well aware based on your accusations of what i can do if provoked.” he added, fuchsia manifestations slithering from the ground up to wrap around your form — binding you in place.
figures.
a mirthless scoff. “well you’re pissing me off just the same.” you parroted back, unflinching. “so one of you better get to explaining or i’ll scream. don’t think i won’t, because i fucking will — right now.” you threatened, holding his scalding glare with one of your own. it wasn’t the first time he had tied you up in those abyssal hands, anyway, that party trick had long since gotten old.
nevertheless, that didn’t mean it was a one trick pony.
rerir almost seemed to huff out a laugh, challenging. “you’ll scream? how delightful. that’s something we can assist with quite easily.”
“i’d argue it’s my specialty.” dottore chimed in, seafoam-azure locks trailing in the way a cape might. “many patients of mine say the same of threatening to scream. the only difference is that no one would ever hear them in my labs, nor would they risk doing anything that intervened with my research. but this place here,” he mused, placing his hand at the base of your neck while his thumb brushed dangerously close to your lips. “screaming is relatively welcome — ignored all the same, as surrendering to lust is something rather.. frequent to this setting.” to a bar like the flagship with rooms to overnight?
but of course, and you had your share of doing exactly that.
though that didn’t quite mean that you had expected such an outcome with these guys.
heat seared your cheeks nonetheless, as your breath hitched from the light squeeze his hand gave you, not to mention the few that held your body in place.
you were trapped — at the mercy of their whims.
and that thought alone was gradually dampening the fabric of your undergarments.
however, you prided yourself on not giving in as easily — and you certainly weren’t about to start doing that now.
“so you wanna fuck.” you decided to state more than ask, tilting your head with a sarcastic purse of your lips. “is that what this is about? someone gets no game for five hundred years and another gets none for about the same amount of time, so they band together and pick the one person around these parts that might actually give them what they want.” because what were the faults of sexual partners mid-fuck while plenty of people who came to the flagship have done their share of crime. typically some one off things, like stealing or maybe some blood on their hands from a job.
but these guys? they were the crème de la crème of the bunch, with a list of crimes that might as well be turned into several volumes worth of literature. and yet here they were, camping your room with a goal vaguely unknown to you, up until now.
before the sinner could snap your body into sections, dottore waved a teal-azure hand, chuckling. “now, my dear, there’s hardly any need for profanity and such vulgar accusations. as far as we were concerned, this was the traveler’s quarters.”
“the traveler’s quarters?” you mirrored incredulously, scoffing. “wow! alright! so what i’m hearing is that you were looking to kidnap them a second time? or fuck them instead? either way, so sorry for disappointing you both.” you rolled your eyes, saccharine seeping into sarcasm. how were you responsible for them mixing room numbers? that was all them and whatever lack of reading they were doing.
perhaps the second harbinger wasn’t known for indulging in books during his spare time.
“i would call it extending an offer to assisting in the search of their sibling — collaboration, if you will.” the doctor corrected, brushing over the insults you threw at them. “but since they are not here, and we seem to have stumbled upon the wrong room.. i believe this misunderstanding needs some clearing, and given what you continue to accuse us of..” he mused, leaning forward. “perhaps you might want that — for us to make you scream. will that do for an apology, my dear?”
“an apology??” you could not believe what you were hearing- had someone slipped something into your food earlier? were you high? there wasn’t a lick of alcohol in you otherwise.
“it would certainly do you better than this thing.” the albino haired male then decided to add, holding up none other than the vibrator your eyes had been searching for since locking your door. at least you didn’t misplace it, but it felt a little degrading to see your enemy wave it around so callously.
archons forbid a lightkeeper kept a toy for rough nights, but if this wasn’t about to be solo night.. well, you certainly weren’t about to refuse the real deal, tired as you were.
huffing out a sound that could pass for a laugh, your lips pulled into a strained smirk, eyes darting from masked ones to tourmaline. “okay. since you’re so confident, show me, big guy. that wand can make me cum about five times — no fingers, max setting, and my imagination.” you accentuated, taking the thumb near your lips into your mouth, as your gaze drifted to the harbinger before you. “you wanna make me scream? get me to cream.”
and best believe they took that seriously.
the carpet met your knees before you could add another witty comment, lips parting no thanks to the thumb resting heavily on your tongue. clever.
you liked that.
“oh that can be arranged quite easily, immensely so.” dottore murmured back, shifting his hand to push your head closer to him — to what was straining in that bodysuit of his. “but i think you ought to learn your place first, certainly for that filthy mouth of yours.” he continued, inching his legs apart as the bed creaked beneath him.
giving head? what did think this was, your first rodeo?
another scoff. “just say you want your dick sucked, doctor. no one’s gonna judge you for it.” you rolled your eyes, leaning forward, but not before you glanced behind you to find rerir lowering himself to his knees just the same.
interesting.
“so this is what no pussy does to a guy? good grief,” you shook your head, offering a dark grin. “well go on,” you pressed, lifting your hips. “fill me up, sinner.”
gritting his teeth in a mixture of annoyance and humiliation, rerir pulled you by the hips onto his lap after freeing his flushed cock, hardly bothering with the pleasantries. you were being a little shit anyway, what need did he have to be gentle with someone who continued to spew insults that only brought more strain southbound?
hooking your the soiled fabric to the side, he dragged two claws over your soaked cunt, humming lowly to himself at the results he was met with. you would accommodate him just fine if you were drooling like this already — prep wasn’t for brats.
he toyed with your bundle of nerves simply because he could, easing into your heat with a stretching thrust. it drew a sharp breath from your lips, one that quickly got shoved back down your throat as a thick warmth slid into your mouth without much warning, either. something to shut you up from the next crude comment you were about to make.
okay, so they had you at double the action.
“look at that, all filled up in both holes. what a lucky thing you are, to receive such generosity from us.” the false god cooed out, tugging at the roots of your hair in a way that left you moaning like a creature in heat.
and at this rate, you might as well have been.
gripping your hip with one hand while he felt you grind down on him, rerir pressed down on your clit, circling and pinching the flesh in a way that nearly tipped you over right then and there.
thankfully not, as it would be too soon for your liking.
but the rächer of solnari sure as hell was aiming to get you coating his shaft as quick as possible.
perhaps mentioning how many times the vibrator had over you was.. not the wisest choice, in hindsight. but you weren’t about to take the backslash about an inanimate object that had no voice to defend itself.
and that shit was a miracle worker when periods are spent untouched.
“still think the wand can get you cumming quicker than we could?” rerir grunted into your ear, practically digging into the skin beneath your coat. “mm.. ‘can feel you squeezing me like a vice with how tight this pussy is.. were you clenching around nothing every time we saw each other on the battlefield, too?” the khaenri’ahn prompted further, chuckling when all you could let out were a series if muffled noises, broken down by the current.. intrusion in your mouth.
an intrusion that had truthfully occupied your mouth in a way that no other dick prior to this has. it became an active effort to hollow out your cheeks, dragging your tongue in a variety of patterns down his shaft. it usually did the trick, coaxing one’s release.
but dottore.. seemed to function much differently from any former flings you’d taken part in, as he took such efforts more or less as an invitation. “impatient, aren’t we? worry not, dear lightkeeper, there’s hardly anyone awaiting our presence, and you could do with being late to your next shift..” he reassured you, grinning down at you. “we have plenty of time on our hands, and if more is needed, i’m more than capable of slowing down the world around us. how does that sound, mm?”
tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the offer, hips stuttering as you bobbed your head in agreement, whining when he bucked back into your mouth — as though asking for verbal confirmation.
something you couldn’t quite offer for the moment, though muffled, incoherent noises seemed to do the trick.
this was definitely dehumanizing, not to mention morally questionable, given everything that had happened in these pst few weeks — months, even.
but with dick stuffing both holes, and several sets of hands groping and rubbing all the right places.. you could forget about all of that if only for another eventful evening here at the flagship.
notes. ykw the build up honestly makes up more of this drabble mb yall i like foreplay.. but anywho here is my gift to my fellow freaks🗣️ and if yall still want some content, feel free to check the love letter & playlist event i have up on my alt acc!
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synopsis. returning to your temporary room at the flagship after a long shift, you have full intentions to get off and sleep, but two uninvited guests await you.
tw. canon divergent bc both of them are obviously alive, threesome, size difference, brat taming, mentioned vibrator, hate sex, bondage ( abyssal hands type shit ), choking, multiple orgasms, reverse cowgirl, oral ( dottore receiving ), power imbalance
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
notes. firstly — thank you feather for slipping this one in my inbox a few months back, and thank you everyone for 1k followers on here! aside from this, there is an sfw event on my side blog that you can participate in after reading this — or if this is not your cup of tea, you can go straight there<3
trilune!dottore x ratniki!afab!reader x rerir.
by the archons above or walking among you, it was as if your shift for the day would never end. truly, fieldwork was just- the absolute worst of worst — runt work, honestly.
but unfortunately, it had to be done.
someone had to go out there to find and treat the survivors, after all, or send the dead off properly — morbid as the task was. it was just in the nature of the ratniki, certainly out of respect for the fallen that might not have anyone to witness their final moments on teyvat.
leaning against the steel door to your temporary room after shutting it, you heaved out a low breath, tipping your head back as your eyes fluttered shut.
for once, you forewent the pleasantries and small talk at the flagship and went straight to your room. alcohol could wait another day, it wasn’t going anywhere — hopefully.
your bed on the other hand? well, that wasn’t moving either, but you wanted as much time as one could possibly get on it with another shift awaiting your hard work the following morning.
curse that solnari guy for the influx of wild hunt activity and the lack of staff lately. you strictly asked to not be on field and to handle more of the paperwork or treating of the wounded back at the outposts, but even you weren’t an exception to everyone that had been called to the frontlines.
seriously, if you saw that white haired menace, it was on sight. that guy was the reason you weren’t sleeping comfortably in your actual home, and indirectly responsible for all the kinks in your back. no matter how much stronger he was, there was going to be hell to pay if that man left wherever he had been banished to and had the misfortune of seeing you.
shaking off your coat, you pushed yourself off the coolness that had soothed the knots that seriously needed to be worked out. maybe you could get a day off this week to schedule an appointment with a chiropractor or something- or just someone to step on your back — anything to cease the tension, honestly.
unless a goodnight’s rest would suffice — which in that case, beautiful. if not, well.. you had your options, and a favor owed to you by one of your colleagues.
as the fabric pooled around behind you, your boots were next to be peeled off, each one trailing in a path that led towards the bed. they could be fixed in the morning, it wasn’t like there was anyone else coming in — not tonight at least.
and certainly not another colleague that you would come to find at work the following day. worst mistake ever — beautiful as that man was with his long hair and politeness.
but as you lifted your head, tired eyes searching for the covers and the wand you had left behind to take off the occasional edge that gripes at you, you were.. immensely surprised to find that you were not alone.
that you entered your room, had not bothered to really look beyond the flooring, and completely missed two figures that were familiar in their own wicked and rather bothersome ways, but not exactly anyone you were.. intimately familiar with.
“you’re shitting me.” you blurted without thinking, rubbing your eyes before looking between the man responsible for your sudden presence in field work.. and the other that had been part of organization that was trying to exercise control over nod-krai — although he looked quite different than you remembered.
were the gods pulling your leg here with a poor attempt at comedy, or were you simply beyond exhausted that you were beginning to see things?
either way, you certainly did not remember inviting any company this evening, and most definitely not with these assholes of all people — criminally attractive as they were. “before i tear each of you a new one, especially you — over there as of late,” you started, turning to the albino haired male. “for taking out all of my coworkers and leaving messes left and right for me to clean up because we’re short-staffed. i expect a god damn explanation immediately, because i’m sorry — but who invited your ass? and yours?” you now addressed the one with the seafoam hair — the second harbinger.
albeit less of a pebble in your path now, he was still responsible for the mistreatment of the citizens in nod-krai, and for that eyesore in paha isle — which was only one of many! “you better start talking too, don’t think you’re off the hook for the bullshit you and your buddies have pulled and swept under the rug.”
you weren’t sure where you were even getting this energy from. as far as you were concerned, your only plans were to hit those sheets for the night and maybe fuck around a little with the vibrator to have a better night’s rest — but even that was out of sight; gone from where you had last left it. maybe it was the fatigue that was bringing this anger out of you, as you didn’t get this worked up, but in your defense — it’s been a god damn day. a few days, even weeks, and you were just looking to be horizontal with an agenda to possibly overstimulate your clit a bit if you felt like it.
and these two were quite literally on your bed- preventing anything of the sort from happening.
blasphemy.
“my, i never expected such hostility to come out of the ratniki faction..” the harbinger spoke up, rising from his place in a way that practically left you overshadowed. was he always this tall? “are they training animals over there? you need quite a deal of disciplining, certainly after my subordinates caught you on fatui grounds attempting to thwart my plans..” he mused out, slipping a hand beneath your chin, which had more or less captured the entire bottom half of your face.
pitifully, your brain short-circuited at that gilded hand- the power that dizzied your brain, but you held firm, holding his masked gaze. “mind your business, harbinger,” you huffed out, knocking his palm away with the back of your own as you backed up a step. “and start explaining.”
parting his lips for a moment in a brief expression of surprise, the doctor allowed a smirk to crawl onto his lips, amusement seeping into the parts of his face that were still yet visible. he always did like it when subjects had bite to them, but there was nothing he had owed to you. “come now, dear. there’s hardly much to say, other than your evident lack of respect for the divine.” he sighed out, prowling closer. “but if you must know, your precious moon maiden is no more. my accomplice here made sure she had a lovely stay in the moon’s reflection where she could be reunited with her dear family, just as she had wanted.” a soft chuckle. “isn’t that wonderful? i simply had to reward him for his kindness.”
it was true that kuutar had wanted to return to her place of origin, you were there to see her off on moon prayer night along with everyone else.. so perhaps she made it there after all — to her real home.
but then, what of these two?
“that still doesn’t explain why you’re in here- in my room. in my bed, acting like shit’s sweet.” you then said, moving back another step before glancing over at the sinner, who had not yet stood up.
his visible eye — khaenri’ahn and the color of tourmaline, had sized you up from where he sat, though he himself had not quite assessed you as yet. you were familiar in a way that left him with a mixture of anger, and likewise melancholy. you had prevented him from reuniting with his lost love, but she was.. already beyond his reach, even after having been where she had banished herself off to.
the longer you stared, the more your stomach had stirred and betrayed your thoughts. he was beautiful, undeniably so.. but evil too — responsible for plenty of your fallen allies, whether or not it had been by his hand.
your eyes narrowed, lip twisting. “don’t you have anything to say, rächer of solnari? for everything the wild hunt has done to nod-krai, and for what? to grant this guy unlimited power?” you pressed, ire seeping into your tone, if it hadn’t already been present. “for having a thing against the gods, you sure as hell didn’t hesitate to give power to a new one.” a member of the fatui no less, who had been looking to practically turn on the archon the lot of them had so graciously worshipped.
it seemed there were still outliers even there of all places.
if not for the onyx colored bandages, you might have witnessed a down curl to his lips, but the faintest scraping of teeth entered your ears as the man in question quickly rose from his place, footfalls slow — heavy. just like your previous encounters, only this one felt.. slightly more personal. “it would do you good not to stoke my temper, lightkeeper.” rerir groused, raising a glowing hand. “i’m sure you’re well aware based on your accusations of what i can do if provoked.” he added, fuchsia manifestations slithering from the ground up to wrap around your form — binding you in place.
figures.
a mirthless scoff. “well you’re pissing me off just the same.” you parroted back, unflinching. “so one of you better get to explaining or i’ll scream. don’t think i won’t, because i fucking will — right now.” you threatened, holding his scalding glare with one of your own. it wasn’t the first time he had tied you up in those abyssal hands, anyway, that party trick had long since gotten old.
nevertheless, that didn’t mean it was a one trick pony.
rerir almost seemed to huff out a laugh, challenging. “you’ll scream? how delightful. that’s something we can assist with quite easily.”
“i’d argue it’s my specialty.” dottore chimed in, seafoam-azure locks trailing in the way a cape might. “many patients of mine say the same of threatening to scream. the only difference is that no one would ever hear them in my labs, nor would they risk doing anything that intervened with my research. but this place here,” he mused, placing his hand at the base of your neck while his thumb brushed dangerously close to your lips. “screaming is relatively welcome — ignored all the same, as surrendering to lust is something rather.. frequent to this setting.” to a bar like the flagship with rooms to overnight?
but of course, and you had your share of doing exactly that.
though that didn’t quite mean that you had expected such an outcome with these guys.
heat seared your cheeks nonetheless, as your breath hitched from the light squeeze his hand gave you, not to mention the few that held your body in place.
you were trapped — at the mercy of their whims.
and that thought alone was gradually dampening the fabric of your undergarments.
however, you prided yourself on not giving in as easily — and you certainly weren’t about to start doing that now.
“so you wanna fuck.” you decided to state more than ask, tilting your head with a sarcastic purse of your lips. “is that what this is about? someone gets no game for five hundred years and another gets none for about the same amount of time, so they band together and pick the one person around these parts that might actually give them what they want.” because what were the faults of sexual partners mid-fuck while plenty of people who came to the flagship have done their share of crime. typically some one off things, like stealing or maybe some blood on their hands from a job.
but these guys? they were the crème de la crème of the bunch, with a list of crimes that might as well be turned into several volumes worth of literature. and yet here they were, camping your room with a goal vaguely unknown to you, up until now.
before the sinner could snap your body into sections, dottore waved a teal-azure hand, chuckling. “now, my dear, there’s hardly any need for profanity and such vulgar accusations. as far as we were concerned, this was the traveler’s quarters.”
“the traveler’s quarters?” you mirrored incredulously, scoffing. “wow! alright! so what i’m hearing is that you were looking to kidnap them a second time? or fuck them instead? either way, so sorry for disappointing you both.” you rolled your eyes, saccharine seeping into sarcasm. how were you responsible for them mixing room numbers? that was all them and whatever lack of reading they were doing.
perhaps the second harbinger wasn’t known for indulging in books during his spare time.
“i would call it extending an offer to assisting in the search of their sibling — collaboration, if you will.” the doctor corrected, brushing over the insults you threw at them. “but since they are not here, and we seem to have stumbled upon the wrong room.. i believe this misunderstanding needs some clearing, and given what you continue to accuse us of..” he mused, leaning forward. “perhaps you might want that — for us to make you scream. will that do for an apology, my dear?”
“an apology??” you could not believe what you were hearing- had someone slipped something into your food earlier? were you high? there wasn’t a lick of alcohol in you otherwise.
“it would certainly do you better than this thing.” the albino haired male then decided to add, holding up none other than the vibrator your eyes had been searching for since locking your door. at least you didn’t misplace it, but it felt a little degrading to see your enemy wave it around so callously.
archons forbid a lightkeeper kept a toy for rough nights, but if this wasn’t about to be solo night.. well, you certainly weren’t about to refuse the real deal, tired as you were.
huffing out a sound that could pass for a laugh, your lips pulled into a strained smirk, eyes darting from masked ones to tourmaline. “okay. since you’re so confident, show me, big guy. that wand can make me cum about five times — no fingers, max setting, and my imagination.” you accentuated, taking the thumb near your lips into your mouth, as your gaze drifted to the harbinger before you. “you wanna make me scream? get me to cream.”
and best believe they took that seriously.
the carpet met your knees before you could add another witty comment, lips parting no thanks to the thumb resting heavily on your tongue. clever.
you liked that.
“oh that can be arranged quite easily, immensely so.” dottore murmured back, shifting his hand to push your head closer to him — to what was straining in that bodysuit of his. “but i think you ought to learn your place first, certainly for that filthy mouth of yours.” he continued, inching his legs apart as the bed creaked beneath him.
giving head? what did think this was, your first rodeo?
another scoff. “just say you want your dick sucked, doctor. no one’s gonna judge you for it.” you rolled your eyes, leaning forward, but not before you glanced behind you to find rerir lowering himself to his knees just the same.
interesting.
“so this is what no pussy does to a guy? good grief,” you shook your head, offering a dark grin. “well go on,” you pressed, lifting your hips. “fill me up, sinner.”
gritting his teeth in a mixture of annoyance and humiliation, rerir pulled you by the hips onto his lap after freeing his flushed cock, hardly bothering with the pleasantries. you were being a little shit anyway, what need did he have to be gentle with someone who continued to spew insults that only brought more strain southbound?
hooking your the soiled fabric to the side, he dragged two claws over your soaked cunt, humming lowly to himself at the results he was met with. you would accommodate him just fine if you were drooling like this already — prep wasn’t for brats.
he toyed with your bundle of nerves simply because he could, easing into your heat with a stretching thrust. it drew a sharp breath from your lips, one that quickly got shoved back down your throat as a thick warmth slid into your mouth without much warning, either. something to shut you up from the next crude comment you were about to make.
okay, so they had you at double the action.
“look at that, all filled up in both holes. what a lucky thing you are, to receive such generosity from us.” the false god cooed out, tugging at the roots of your hair in a way that left you moaning like a creature in heat.
and at this rate, you might as well have been.
gripping your hip with one hand while he felt you grind down on him, rerir pressed down on your clit, circling and pinching the flesh in a way that nearly tipped you over right then and there.
thankfully not, as it would be too soon for your liking.
but the rächer of solnari sure as hell was aiming to get you coating his shaft as quick as possible.
perhaps mentioning how many times the vibrator had over you was.. not the wisest choice, in hindsight. but you weren’t about to take the backslash about an inanimate object that had no voice to defend itself.
and that shit was a miracle worker when periods are spent untouched.
“still think the wand can get you cumming quicker than we could?” rerir grunted into your ear, practically digging into the skin beneath your coat. “mm.. ‘can feel you squeezing me like a vice with how tight this pussy is.. were you clenching around nothing every time we saw each other on the battlefield, too?” the khaenri’ahn prompted further, chuckling when all you could let out were a series if muffled noises, broken down by the current.. intrusion in your mouth.
an intrusion that had truthfully occupied your mouth in a way that no other dick prior to this has. it became an active effort to hollow out your cheeks, dragging your tongue in a variety of patterns down his shaft. it usually did the trick, coaxing one’s release.
but dottore.. seemed to function much differently from any former flings you’d taken part in, as he took such efforts more or less as an invitation. “impatient, aren’t we? worry not, dear lightkeeper, there’s hardly anyone awaiting our presence, and you could do with being late to your next shift..” he reassured you, grinning down at you. “we have plenty of time on our hands, and if more is needed, i’m more than capable of slowing down the world around us. how does that sound, mm?”
tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the offer, hips stuttering as you bobbed your head in agreement, whining when he bucked back into your mouth — as though asking for verbal confirmation.
something you couldn’t quite offer for the moment, though muffled, incoherent noises seemed to do the trick.
this was definitely dehumanizing, not to mention morally questionable, given everything that had happened in these pst few weeks — months, even.
but with dick stuffing both holes, and several sets of hands groping and rubbing all the right places.. you could forget about all of that if only for another eventful evening here at the flagship.
notes. ykw the build up honestly makes up more of this drabble mb yall i like foreplay.. but anywho here is my gift to my fellow freaks🗣️ and if yall still want some content, feel free to check the love letter & playlist event i have up on my alt acc!
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౨ৎ hello everyone, tysm for 1k followers on my main blog ( silverflqmes )! as a thank you for your support these past five years here on tumblr, i wanted to do a little thing for reaching this milestone, so here it is<3
psa. this event is for honkai star rail && genshin impact characters!
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send an ask with a character of your choice to receive a short and sweet letter! you can specify the mood of it, but no nsfw! suggestive is ok but i won’t be doing anything more than that. if there is something you are going through, you are welcome to mention it within the ask if you want it incorporated in the letter<3 a nickname / term of endearment to call you is also encouraged to add pls!
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send an ask with a character of your choice to receive a small spotify playlist with them! you can specify a prompt or mood & you are welcome to list 1-3 songs of your choice while i list the others in addition to those. this will come with a tiny little blurb that will fit into the description of the playlist & a piece of dialogue from the character in that same area, so you can add a term of endearment / nickname for them to use<3
notes. i’m not gonna do slots unless i get a flood of asks that i simply cannot catch up to, but i’ll keep this open for some time<3 the trilune!dottore x reader x rerir nsfw will be uploaded in addition to this event as a special of some kind since i don’t do threesomes very often.. so for those who fw that, enjoy!
synopsis. returning to your temporary room at the flagship after a long shift, you have full intentions to get off and sleep, but two uninvited guests await you.
tw. canon divergent bc both of them are obviously alive, threesome, size difference, brat taming, mentioned vibrator, hate sex, bondage ( abyssal hands type shit ), choking, multiple orgasms, reverse cowgirl, oral ( dottore receiving ), power imbalance
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
notes. firstly — thank you feather for slipping this one in my inbox a few months back, and thank you everyone for 1k followers on here! aside from this, there is an sfw event on my side blog that you can participate in after reading this — or if this is not your cup of tea, you can go straight there<3
trilune!dottore x ratniki!afab!reader x rerir.
by the archons above or walking among you, it was as if your shift for the day would never end. truly, fieldwork was just- the absolute worst of worst — runt work, honestly.
but unfortunately, it had to be done.
someone had to go out there to find and treat the survivors, after all, or send the dead off properly — morbid as the task was. it was just in the nature of the ratniki, certainly out of respect for the fallen that might not have anyone to witness their final moments on teyvat.
leaning against the steel door to your temporary room after shutting it, you heaved out a low breath, tipping your head back as your eyes fluttered shut.
for once, you forewent the pleasantries and small talk at the flagship and went straight to your room. alcohol could wait another day, it wasn’t going anywhere — hopefully.
your bed on the other hand? well, that wasn’t moving either, but you wanted as much time as one could possibly get on it with another shift awaiting your hard work the following morning.
curse that solnari guy for the influx of wild hunt activity and the lack of staff lately. you strictly asked to not be on field and to handle more of the paperwork or treating of the wounded back at the outposts, but even you weren’t an exception to everyone that had been called to the frontlines.
seriously, if you saw that white haired menace, it was on sight. that guy was the reason you weren’t sleeping comfortably in your actual home, and indirectly responsible for all the kinks in your back. no matter how much stronger he was, there was going to be hell to pay if that man left wherever he had been banished to and had the misfortune of seeing you.
shaking off your coat, you pushed yourself off the coolness that had soothed the knots that seriously needed to be worked out. maybe you could get a day off this week to schedule an appointment with a chiropractor or something- or just someone to step on your back — anything to cease the tension, honestly.
unless a goodnight’s rest would suffice — which in that case, beautiful. if not, well.. you had your options, and a favor owed to you by one of your colleagues.
as the fabric pooled around behind you, your boots were next to be peeled off, each one trailing in a path that led towards the bed. they could be fixed in the morning, it wasn’t like there was anyone else coming in — not tonight at least.
and certainly not another colleague that you would come to find at work the following day. worst mistake ever — beautiful as that man was with his long hair and politeness.
but as you lifted your head, tired eyes searching for the covers and the wand you had left behind to take off the occasional edge that gripes at you, you were.. immensely surprised to find that you were not alone.
that you entered your room, had not bothered to really look beyond the flooring, and completely missed two figures that were familiar in their own wicked and rather bothersome ways, but not exactly anyone you were.. intimately familiar with.
“you’re shitting me.” you blurted without thinking, rubbing your eyes before looking between the man responsible for your sudden presence in field work.. and the other that had been part of organization that was trying to exercise control over nod-krai — although he looked quite different than you remembered.
were the gods pulling your leg here with a poor attempt at comedy, or were you simply beyond exhausted that you were beginning to see things?
either way, you certainly did not remember inviting any company this evening, and most definitely not with these assholes of all people — criminally attractive as they were. “before i tear each of you a new one, especially you — over there as of late,” you started, turning to the albino haired male. “for taking out all of my coworkers and leaving messes left and right for me to clean up because we’re short-staffed. i expect a god damn explanation immediately, because i’m sorry — but who invited your ass? and yours?” you now addressed the one with the seafoam hair — the second harbinger.
albeit less of a pebble in your path now, he was still responsible for the mistreatment of the citizens in nod-krai, and for that eyesore in paha isle — which was only one of many! “you better start talking too, don’t think you’re off the hook for the bullshit you and your buddies have pulled and swept under the rug.”
you weren’t sure where you were even getting this energy from. as far as you were concerned, your only plans were to hit those sheets for the night and maybe fuck around a little with the vibrator to have a better night’s rest — but even that was out of sight; gone from where you had last left it. maybe it was the fatigue that was bringing this anger out of you, as you didn’t get this worked up, but in your defense — it’s been a god damn day. a few days, even weeks, and you were just looking to be horizontal with an agenda to possibly overstimulate your clit a bit if you felt like it.
and these two were quite literally on your bed- preventing anything of the sort from happening.
blasphemy.
“my, i never expected such hostility to come out of the ratniki faction..” the harbinger spoke up, rising from his place in a way that practically left you overshadowed. was he always this tall? “are they training animals over there? you need quite a deal of disciplining, certainly after my subordinates caught you on fatui grounds attempting to thwart my plans..” he mused out, slipping a hand beneath your chin, which had more or less captured the entire bottom half of your face.
pitifully, your brain short-circuited at that gilded hand- the power that dizzied your brain, but you held firm, holding his masked gaze. “mind your business, harbinger,” you huffed out, knocking his palm away with the back of your own as you backed up a step. “and start explaining.”
parting his lips for a moment in a brief expression of surprise, the doctor allowed a smirk to crawl onto his lips, amusement seeping into the parts of his face that were still yet visible. he always did like it when subjects had bite to them, but there was nothing he had owed to you. “come now, dear. there’s hardly much to say, other than your evident lack of respect for the divine.” he sighed out, prowling closer. “but if you must know, your precious moon maiden is no more. my accomplice here made sure she had a lovely stay in the moon’s reflection where she could be reunited with her dear family, just as she had wanted.” a soft chuckle. “isn’t that wonderful? i simply had to reward him for his kindness.”
it was true that kuutar had wanted to return to her place of origin, you were there to see her off on moon prayer night along with everyone else.. so perhaps she made it there after all — to her real home.
but then, what of these two?
“that still doesn’t explain why you’re in here- in my room. in my bed, acting like shit’s sweet.” you then said, moving back another step before glancing over at the sinner, who had not yet stood up.
his visible eye — khaenri’ahn and the color of tourmaline, had sized you up from where he sat, though he himself had not quite assessed you as yet. you were familiar in a way that left him with a mixture of anger, and likewise melancholy. you had prevented him from reuniting with his lost love, but she was.. already beyond his reach, even after having been where she had banished herself off to.
the longer you stared, the more your stomach had stirred and betrayed your thoughts. he was beautiful, undeniably so.. but evil too — responsible for plenty of your fallen allies, whether or not it had been by his hand.
your eyes narrowed, lip twisting. “don’t you have anything to say, rächer of solnari? for everything the wild hunt has done to nod-krai, and for what? to grant this guy unlimited power?” you pressed, ire seeping into your tone, if it hadn’t already been present. “for having a thing against the gods, you sure as hell didn’t hesitate to give power to a new one.” a member of the fatui no less, who had been looking to practically turn on the archon the lot of them had so graciously worshipped.
it seemed there were still outliers even there of all places.
if not for the onyx colored bandages, you might have witnessed a down curl to his lips, but the faintest scraping of teeth entered your ears as the man in question quickly rose from his place, footfalls slow — heavy. just like your previous encounters, only this one felt.. slightly more personal. “it would do you good not to stoke my temper, lightkeeper.” rerir groused, raising a glowing hand. “i’m sure you’re well aware based on your accusations of what i can do if provoked.” he added, fuchsia manifestations slithering from the ground up to wrap around your form — binding you in place.
figures.
a mirthless scoff. “well you’re pissing me off just the same.” you parroted back, unflinching. “so one of you better get to explaining or i’ll scream. don’t think i won’t, because i fucking will — right now.” you threatened, holding his scalding glare with one of your own. it wasn’t the first time he had tied you up in those abyssal hands, anyway, that party trick had long since gotten old.
nevertheless, that didn’t mean it was a one trick pony.
rerir almost seemed to huff out a laugh, challenging. “you’ll scream? how delightful. that’s something we can assist with quite easily.”
“i’d argue it’s my specialty.” dottore chimed in, seafoam-azure locks trailing in the way a cape might. “many patients of mine say the same of threatening to scream. the only difference is that no one would ever hear them in my labs, nor would they risk doing anything that intervened with my research. but this place here,” he mused, placing his hand at the base of your neck while his thumb brushed dangerously close to your lips. “screaming is relatively welcome — ignored all the same, as surrendering to lust is something rather.. frequent to this setting.” to a bar like the flagship with rooms to overnight?
but of course, and you had your share of doing exactly that.
though that didn’t quite mean that you had expected such an outcome with these guys.
heat seared your cheeks nonetheless, as your breath hitched from the light squeeze his hand gave you, not to mention the few that held your body in place.
you were trapped — at the mercy of their whims.
and that thought alone was gradually dampening the fabric of your undergarments.
however, you prided yourself on not giving in as easily — and you certainly weren’t about to start doing that now.
“so you wanna fuck.” you decided to state more than ask, tilting your head with a sarcastic purse of your lips. “is that what this is about? someone gets no game for five hundred years and another gets none for about the same amount of time, so they band together and pick the one person around these parts that might actually give them what they want.” because what were the faults of sexual partners mid-fuck while plenty of people who came to the flagship have done their share of crime. typically some one off things, like stealing or maybe some blood on their hands from a job.
but these guys? they were the crème de la crème of the bunch, with a list of crimes that might as well be turned into several volumes worth of literature. and yet here they were, camping your room with a goal vaguely unknown to you, up until now.
before the sinner could snap your body into sections, dottore waved a teal-azure hand, chuckling. “now, my dear, there’s hardly any need for profanity and such vulgar accusations. as far as we were concerned, this was the traveler’s quarters.”
“the traveler’s quarters?” you mirrored incredulously, scoffing. “wow! alright! so what i’m hearing is that you were looking to kidnap them a second time? or fuck them instead? either way, so sorry for disappointing you both.” you rolled your eyes, saccharine seeping into sarcasm. how were you responsible for them mixing room numbers? that was all them and whatever lack of reading they were doing.
perhaps the second harbinger wasn’t known for indulging in books during his spare time.
“i would call it extending an offer to assisting in the search of their sibling — collaboration, if you will.” the doctor corrected, brushing over the insults you threw at them. “but since they are not here, and we seem to have stumbled upon the wrong room.. i believe this misunderstanding needs some clearing, and given what you continue to accuse us of..” he mused, leaning forward. “perhaps you might want that — for us to make you scream. will that do for an apology, my dear?”
“an apology??” you could not believe what you were hearing- had someone slipped something into your food earlier? were you high? there wasn’t a lick of alcohol in you otherwise.
“it would certainly do you better than this thing.” the albino haired male then decided to add, holding up none other than the vibrator your eyes had been searching for since locking your door. at least you didn’t misplace it, but it felt a little degrading to see your enemy wave it around so callously.
archons forbid a lightkeeper kept a toy for rough nights, but if this wasn’t about to be solo night.. well, you certainly weren’t about to refuse the real deal, tired as you were.
huffing out a sound that could pass for a laugh, your lips pulled into a strained smirk, eyes darting from masked ones to tourmaline. “okay. since you’re so confident, show me, big guy. that wand can make me cum about five times — no fingers, max setting, and my imagination.” you accentuated, taking the thumb near your lips into your mouth, as your gaze drifted to the harbinger before you. “you wanna make me scream? get me to cream.”
and best believe they took that seriously.
the carpet met your knees before you could add another witty comment, lips parting no thanks to the thumb resting heavily on your tongue. clever.
you liked that.
“oh that can be arranged quite easily, immensely so.” dottore murmured back, shifting his hand to push your head closer to him — to what was straining in that bodysuit of his. “but i think you ought to learn your place first, certainly for that filthy mouth of yours.” he continued, inching his legs apart as the bed creaked beneath him.
giving head? what did think this was, your first rodeo?
another scoff. “just say you want your dick sucked, doctor. no one’s gonna judge you for it.” you rolled your eyes, leaning forward, but not before you glanced behind you to find rerir lowering himself to his knees just the same.
interesting.
“so this is what no pussy does to a guy? good grief,” you shook your head, offering a dark grin. “well go on,” you pressed, lifting your hips. “fill me up, sinner.”
gritting his teeth in a mixture of annoyance and humiliation, rerir pulled you by the hips onto his lap after freeing his flushed cock, hardly bothering with the pleasantries. you were being a little shit anyway, what need did he have to be gentle with someone who continued to spew insults that only brought more strain southbound?
hooking your the soiled fabric to the side, he dragged two claws over your soaked cunt, humming lowly to himself at the results he was met with. you would accommodate him just fine if you were drooling like this already — prep wasn’t for brats.
he toyed with your bundle of nerves simply because he could, easing into your heat with a stretching thrust. it drew a sharp breath from your lips, one that quickly got shoved back down your throat as a thick warmth slid into your mouth without much warning, either. something to shut you up from the next crude comment you were about to make.
okay, so they had you at double the action.
“look at that, all filled up in both holes. what a lucky thing you are, to receive such generosity from us.” the false god cooed out, tugging at the roots of your hair in a way that left you moaning like a creature in heat.
and at this rate, you might as well have been.
gripping your hip with one hand while he felt you grind down on him, rerir pressed down on your clit, circling and pinching the flesh in a way that nearly tipped you over right then and there.
thankfully not, as it would be too soon for your liking.
but the rächer of solnari sure as hell was aiming to get you coating his shaft as quick as possible.
perhaps mentioning how many times the vibrator had over you was.. not the wisest choice, in hindsight. but you weren’t about to take the backslash about an inanimate object that had no voice to defend itself.
and that shit was a miracle worker when periods are spent untouched.
“still think the wand can get you cumming quicker than we could?” rerir grunted into your ear, practically digging into the skin beneath your coat. “mm.. ‘can feel you squeezing me like a vice with how tight this pussy is.. were you clenching around nothing every time we saw each other on the battlefield, too?” the khaenri’ahn prompted further, chuckling when all you could let out were a series if muffled noises, broken down by the current.. intrusion in your mouth.
an intrusion that had truthfully occupied your mouth in a way that no other dick prior to this has. it became an active effort to hollow out your cheeks, dragging your tongue in a variety of patterns down his shaft. it usually did the trick, coaxing one’s release.
but dottore.. seemed to function much differently from any former flings you’d taken part in, as he took such efforts more or less as an invitation. “impatient, aren’t we? worry not, dear lightkeeper, there’s hardly anyone awaiting our presence, and you could do with being late to your next shift..” he reassured you, grinning down at you. “we have plenty of time on our hands, and if more is needed, i’m more than capable of slowing down the world around us. how does that sound, mm?”
tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the offer, hips stuttering as you bobbed your head in agreement, whining when he bucked back into your mouth — as though asking for verbal confirmation.
something you couldn’t quite offer for the moment, though muffled, incoherent noises seemed to do the trick.
this was definitely dehumanizing, not to mention morally questionable, given everything that had happened in these pst few weeks — months, even.
but with dick stuffing both holes, and several sets of hands groping and rubbing all the right places.. you could forget about all of that if only for another eventful evening here at the flagship.
notes. ykw the build up honestly makes up more of this drabble mb yall i like foreplay.. but anywho here is my gift to my fellow freaks🗣️ and if yall still want some content, feel free to check the love letter & playlist event i have up on my alt acc!
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synopsis. returning to your temporary room at the flagship after a long shift, you have full intentions to get off and sleep, but two uninvited guests await you.
tw. canon divergent bc both of them are obviously alive, threesome, size difference, brat taming, mentioned vibrator, hate sex, bondage ( abyssal hands type shit ), choking, multiple orgasms, reverse cowgirl, oral ( dottore receiving ), power imbalance
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
notes. firstly — thank you feather for slipping this one in my inbox a few months back, and thank you everyone for 1k followers on here! aside from this, there is an sfw event on my side blog that you can participate in after reading this — or if this is not your cup of tea, you can go straight there<3
trilune!dottore x ratniki!afab!reader x rerir.
by the archons above or walking among you, it was as if your shift for the day would never end. truly, fieldwork was just- the absolute worst of worst — runt work, honestly.
but unfortunately, it had to be done.
someone had to go out there to find and treat the survivors, after all, or send the dead off properly — morbid as the task was. it was just in the nature of the ratniki, certainly out of respect for the fallen that might not have anyone to witness their final moments on teyvat.
leaning against the steel door to your temporary room after shutting it, you heaved out a low breath, tipping your head back as your eyes fluttered shut.
for once, you forewent the pleasantries and small talk at the flagship and went straight to your room. alcohol could wait another day, it wasn’t going anywhere — hopefully.
your bed on the other hand? well, that wasn’t moving either, but you wanted as much time as one could possibly get on it with another shift awaiting your hard work the following morning.
curse that solnari guy for the influx of wild hunt activity and the lack of staff lately. you strictly asked to not be on field and to handle more of the paperwork or treating of the wounded back at the outposts, but even you weren’t an exception to everyone that had been called to the frontlines.
seriously, if you saw that white haired menace, it was on sight. that guy was the reason you weren’t sleeping comfortably in your actual home, and indirectly responsible for all the kinks in your back. no matter how much stronger he was, there was going to be hell to pay if that man left wherever he had been banished to and had the misfortune of seeing you.
shaking off your coat, you pushed yourself off the coolness that had soothed the knots that seriously needed to be worked out. maybe you could get a day off this week to schedule an appointment with a chiropractor or something- or just someone to step on your back — anything to cease the tension, honestly.
unless a goodnight’s rest would suffice — which in that case, beautiful. if not, well.. you had your options, and a favor owed to you by one of your colleagues.
as the fabric pooled around behind you, your boots were next to be peeled off, each one trailing in a path that led towards the bed. they could be fixed in the morning, it wasn’t like there was anyone else coming in — not tonight at least.
and certainly not another colleague that you would come to find at work the following day. worst mistake ever — beautiful as that man was with his long hair and politeness.
but as you lifted your head, tired eyes searching for the covers and the wand you had left behind to take off the occasional edge that gripes at you, you were.. immensely surprised to find that you were not alone.
that you entered your room, had not bothered to really look beyond the flooring, and completely missed two figures that were familiar in their own wicked and rather bothersome ways, but not exactly anyone you were.. intimately familiar with.
“you’re shitting me.” you blurted without thinking, rubbing your eyes before looking between the man responsible for your sudden presence in field work.. and the other that had been part of organization that was trying to exercise control over nod-krai — although he looked quite different than you remembered.
were the gods pulling your leg here with a poor attempt at comedy, or were you simply beyond exhausted that you were beginning to see things?
either way, you certainly did not remember inviting any company this evening, and most definitely not with these assholes of all people — criminally attractive as they were. “before i tear each of you a new one, especially you — over there as of late,” you started, turning to the albino haired male. “for taking out all of my coworkers and leaving messes left and right for me to clean up because we’re short-staffed. i expect a god damn explanation immediately, because i’m sorry — but who invited your ass? and yours?” you now addressed the one with the seafoam hair — the second harbinger.
albeit less of a pebble in your path now, he was still responsible for the mistreatment of the citizens in nod-krai, and for that eyesore in paha isle — which was only one of many! “you better start talking too, don’t think you’re off the hook for the bullshit you and your buddies have pulled and swept under the rug.”
you weren’t sure where you were even getting this energy from. as far as you were concerned, your only plans were to hit those sheets for the night and maybe fuck around a little with the vibrator to have a better night’s rest — but even that was out of sight; gone from where you had last left it. maybe it was the fatigue that was bringing this anger out of you, as you didn’t get this worked up, but in your defense — it’s been a god damn day. a few days, even weeks, and you were just looking to be horizontal with an agenda to possibly overstimulate your clit a bit if you felt like it.
and these two were quite literally on your bed- preventing anything of the sort from happening.
blasphemy.
“my, i never expected such hostility to come out of the ratniki faction..” the harbinger spoke up, rising from his place in a way that practically left you overshadowed. was he always this tall? “are they training animals over there? you need quite a deal of disciplining, certainly after my subordinates caught you on fatui grounds attempting to thwart my plans..” he mused out, slipping a hand beneath your chin, which had more or less captured the entire bottom half of your face.
pitifully, your brain short-circuited at that gilded hand- the power that dizzied your brain, but you held firm, holding his masked gaze. “mind your business, harbinger,” you huffed out, knocking his palm away with the back of your own as you backed up a step. “and start explaining.”
parting his lips for a moment in a brief expression of surprise, the doctor allowed a smirk to crawl onto his lips, amusement seeping into the parts of his face that were still yet visible. he always did like it when subjects had bite to them, but there was nothing he had owed to you. “come now, dear. there’s hardly much to say, other than your evident lack of respect for the divine.” he sighed out, prowling closer. “but if you must know, your precious moon maiden is no more. my accomplice here made sure she had a lovely stay in the moon’s reflection where she could be reunited with her dear family, just as she had wanted.” a soft chuckle. “isn’t that wonderful? i simply had to reward him for his kindness.”
it was true that kuutar had wanted to return to her place of origin, you were there to see her off on moon prayer night along with everyone else.. so perhaps she made it there after all — to her real home.
but then, what of these two?
“that still doesn’t explain why you’re in here- in my room. in my bed, acting like shit’s sweet.” you then said, moving back another step before glancing over at the sinner, who had not yet stood up.
his visible eye — khaenri’ahn and the color of tourmaline, had sized you up from where he sat, though he himself had not quite assessed you as yet. you were familiar in a way that left him with a mixture of anger, and likewise melancholy. you had prevented him from reuniting with his lost love, but she was.. already beyond his reach, even after having been where she had banished herself off to.
the longer you stared, the more your stomach had stirred and betrayed your thoughts. he was beautiful, undeniably so.. but evil too — responsible for plenty of your fallen allies, whether or not it had been by his hand.
your eyes narrowed, lip twisting. “don’t you have anything to say, rächer of solnari? for everything the wild hunt has done to nod-krai, and for what? to grant this guy unlimited power?” you pressed, ire seeping into your tone, if it hadn’t already been present. “for having a thing against the gods, you sure as hell didn’t hesitate to give power to a new one.” a member of the fatui no less, who had been looking to practically turn on the archon the lot of them had so graciously worshipped.
it seemed there were still outliers even there of all places.
if not for the onyx colored bandages, you might have witnessed a down curl to his lips, but the faintest scraping of teeth entered your ears as the man in question quickly rose from his place, footfalls slow — heavy. just like your previous encounters, only this one felt.. slightly more personal. “it would do you good not to stoke my temper, lightkeeper.” rerir groused, raising a glowing hand. “i’m sure you’re well aware based on your accusations of what i can do if provoked.” he added, fuchsia manifestations slithering from the ground up to wrap around your form — binding you in place.
figures.
a mirthless scoff. “well you’re pissing me off just the same.” you parroted back, unflinching. “so one of you better get to explaining or i’ll scream. don’t think i won’t, because i fucking will — right now.” you threatened, holding his scalding glare with one of your own. it wasn’t the first time he had tied you up in those abyssal hands, anyway, that party trick had long since gotten old.
nevertheless, that didn’t mean it was a one trick pony.
rerir almost seemed to huff out a laugh, challenging. “you’ll scream? how delightful. that’s something we can assist with quite easily.”
“i’d argue it’s my specialty.” dottore chimed in, seafoam-azure locks trailing in the way a cape might. “many patients of mine say the same of threatening to scream. the only difference is that no one would ever hear them in my labs, nor would they risk doing anything that intervened with my research. but this place here,” he mused, placing his hand at the base of your neck while his thumb brushed dangerously close to your lips. “screaming is relatively welcome — ignored all the same, as surrendering to lust is something rather.. frequent to this setting.” to a bar like the flagship with rooms to overnight?
but of course, and you had your share of doing exactly that.
though that didn’t quite mean that you had expected such an outcome with these guys.
heat seared your cheeks nonetheless, as your breath hitched from the light squeeze his hand gave you, not to mention the few that held your body in place.
you were trapped — at the mercy of their whims.
and that thought alone was gradually dampening the fabric of your undergarments.
however, you prided yourself on not giving in as easily — and you certainly weren’t about to start doing that now.
“so you wanna fuck.” you decided to state more than ask, tilting your head with a sarcastic purse of your lips. “is that what this is about? someone gets no game for five hundred years and another gets none for about the same amount of time, so they band together and pick the one person around these parts that might actually give them what they want.” because what were the faults of sexual partners mid-fuck while plenty of people who came to the flagship have done their share of crime. typically some one off things, like stealing or maybe some blood on their hands from a job.
but these guys? they were the crème de la crème of the bunch, with a list of crimes that might as well be turned into several volumes worth of literature. and yet here they were, camping your room with a goal vaguely unknown to you, up until now.
before the sinner could snap your body into sections, dottore waved a teal-azure hand, chuckling. “now, my dear, there’s hardly any need for profanity and such vulgar accusations. as far as we were concerned, this was the traveler’s quarters.”
“the traveler’s quarters?” you mirrored incredulously, scoffing. “wow! alright! so what i’m hearing is that you were looking to kidnap them a second time? or fuck them instead? either way, so sorry for disappointing you both.” you rolled your eyes, saccharine seeping into sarcasm. how were you responsible for them mixing room numbers? that was all them and whatever lack of reading they were doing.
perhaps the second harbinger wasn’t known for indulging in books during his spare time.
“i would call it extending an offer to assisting in the search of their sibling — collaboration, if you will.” the doctor corrected, brushing over the insults you threw at them. “but since they are not here, and we seem to have stumbled upon the wrong room.. i believe this misunderstanding needs some clearing, and given what you continue to accuse us of..” he mused, leaning forward. “perhaps you might want that — for us to make you scream. will that do for an apology, my dear?”
“an apology??” you could not believe what you were hearing- had someone slipped something into your food earlier? were you high? there wasn’t a lick of alcohol in you otherwise.
“it would certainly do you better than this thing.” the albino haired male then decided to add, holding up none other than the vibrator your eyes had been searching for since locking your door. at least you didn’t misplace it, but it felt a little degrading to see your enemy wave it around so callously.
archons forbid a lightkeeper kept a toy for rough nights, but if this wasn’t about to be solo night.. well, you certainly weren’t about to refuse the real deal, tired as you were.
huffing out a sound that could pass for a laugh, your lips pulled into a strained smirk, eyes darting from masked ones to tourmaline. “okay. since you’re so confident, show me, big guy. that wand can make me cum about five times — no fingers, max setting, and my imagination.” you accentuated, taking the thumb near your lips into your mouth, as your gaze drifted to the harbinger before you. “you wanna make me scream? get me to cream.”
and best believe they took that seriously.
the carpet met your knees before you could add another witty comment, lips parting no thanks to the thumb resting heavily on your tongue. clever.
you liked that.
“oh that can be arranged quite easily, immensely so.” dottore murmured back, shifting his hand to push your head closer to him — to what was straining in that bodysuit of his. “but i think you ought to learn your place first, certainly for that filthy mouth of yours.” he continued, inching his legs apart as the bed creaked beneath him.
giving head? what did think this was, your first rodeo?
another scoff. “just say you want your dick sucked, doctor. no one’s gonna judge you for it.” you rolled your eyes, leaning forward, but not before you glanced behind you to find rerir lowering himself to his knees just the same.
interesting.
“so this is what no pussy does to a guy? good grief,” you shook your head, offering a dark grin. “well go on,” you pressed, lifting your hips. “fill me up, sinner.”
gritting his teeth in a mixture of annoyance and humiliation, rerir pulled you by the hips onto his lap after freeing his flushed cock, hardly bothering with the pleasantries. you were being a little shit anyway, what need did he have to be gentle with someone who continued to spew insults that only brought more strain southbound?
hooking your the soiled fabric to the side, he dragged two claws over your soaked cunt, humming lowly to himself at the results he was met with. you would accommodate him just fine if you were drooling like this already — prep wasn’t for brats.
he toyed with your bundle of nerves simply because he could, easing into your heat with a stretching thrust. it drew a sharp breath from your lips, one that quickly got shoved back down your throat as a thick warmth slid into your mouth without much warning, either. something to shut you up from the next crude comment you were about to make.
okay, so they had you at double the action.
“look at that, all filled up in both holes. what a lucky thing you are, to receive such generosity from us.” the false god cooed out, tugging at the roots of your hair in a way that left you moaning like a creature in heat.
and at this rate, you might as well have been.
gripping your hip with one hand while he felt you grind down on him, rerir pressed down on your clit, circling and pinching the flesh in a way that nearly tipped you over right then and there.
thankfully not, as it would be too soon for your liking.
but the rächer of solnari sure as hell was aiming to get you coating his shaft as quick as possible.
perhaps mentioning how many times the vibrator had over you was.. not the wisest choice, in hindsight. but you weren’t about to take the backslash about an inanimate object that had no voice to defend itself.
and that shit was a miracle worker when periods are spent untouched.
“still think the wand can get you cumming quicker than we could?” rerir grunted into your ear, practically digging into the skin beneath your coat. “mm.. ‘can feel you squeezing me like a vice with how tight this pussy is.. were you clenching around nothing every time we saw each other on the battlefield, too?” the khaenri’ahn prompted further, chuckling when all you could let out were a series if muffled noises, broken down by the current.. intrusion in your mouth.
an intrusion that had truthfully occupied your mouth in a way that no other dick prior to this has. it became an active effort to hollow out your cheeks, dragging your tongue in a variety of patterns down his shaft. it usually did the trick, coaxing one’s release.
but dottore.. seemed to function much differently from any former flings you’d taken part in, as he took such efforts more or less as an invitation. “impatient, aren’t we? worry not, dear lightkeeper, there’s hardly anyone awaiting our presence, and you could do with being late to your next shift..” he reassured you, grinning down at you. “we have plenty of time on our hands, and if more is needed, i’m more than capable of slowing down the world around us. how does that sound, mm?”
tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the offer, hips stuttering as you bobbed your head in agreement, whining when he bucked back into your mouth — as though asking for verbal confirmation.
something you couldn’t quite offer for the moment, though muffled, incoherent noises seemed to do the trick.
this was definitely dehumanizing, not to mention morally questionable, given everything that had happened in these pst few weeks — months, even.
but with dick stuffing both holes, and several sets of hands groping and rubbing all the right places.. you could forget about all of that if only for another eventful evening here at the flagship.
notes. ykw the build up honestly makes up more of this drabble mb yall i like foreplay.. but anywho here is my gift to my fellow freaks🗣️ and if yall still want some content, feel free to check the love letter & playlist event i have up on my alt acc!
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౨ৎ hello everyone, tysm for 1k followers on my main blog ( silverflqmes )! as a thank you for your support these past five years here on tumblr, i wanted to do a little thing for reaching this milestone, so here it is<3
psa. this event is for honkai star rail && genshin impact characters!
━━ ะ ྂ ✶ . ˚ ˖ LOVE LETTER.
send an ask with a character of your choice to receive a short and sweet letter! you can specify the mood of it, but no nsfw! suggestive is ok but i won’t be doing anything more than that. if there is something you are going through, you are welcome to mention it within the ask if you want it incorporated in the letter<3 a nickname / term of endearment to call you is also encouraged to add pls!
━━ ะ ྂ ✶ . ˚ ˖ PLAYLIST.
send an ask with a character of your choice to receive a small spotify playlist with them! you can specify a prompt or mood & you are welcome to list 1-3 songs of your choice while i list the others in addition to those. this will come with a tiny little blurb that will fit into the description of the playlist & a piece of dialogue from the character in that same area, so you can add a term of endearment / nickname for them to use<3
notes. i’m not gonna do slots unless i get a flood of asks that i simply cannot catch up to, but i’ll keep this open for some time<3 the trilune!dottore x reader x rerir nsfw will be uploaded in addition to this event as a special of some kind since i don’t do threesomes very often.. so for those who fw that, enjoy!
okokok since im participating in ebg on july 21st or so and wont be able to yap about the wife for a week, imma post the follower special early ( since he’s in there.. ) so you guys can have that — the count is at 999 anyway ( hi silver wolf ) sooo close enough🗣️
tysm for the support guys! i’ll kick off the love letter && playlist event on my sideblog as well for those who prefer smtn more sfw or if you just want smtn in addition to the drabble, so you can head over there once i reblog it<3
hello! this is a genshin + hsr ebg, since that's usually what goes on here in my blog. i thought i could organize a game to help spice up the dash a little bit? i'm using the past ebgs on genshinblr as reference for this, with a few of my own tweaks. i've always had fun in the ones i've played, so i hope this will turn out well too.
this game is open not just for writers, but for all the artists and other creators out there as well, so please feel free to join if this is something you're interested in :)
extreme bias game, or ebg for short, is a game where for the period of this event, your original bias is not supposed to exist to you. (which means, no interacting or acknowledging your original bias.) instead, you'll be assigned a bias, and for the duration of the game, they're your favorite character ever. mention your original bias, and you get a strike.
whoever's still standing after the game ends wins.
the game will run from friday, 24th july 2 p.m. UTC to friday, 31st july, 2 p.m. UTC, exactly for one week. even though this is a long post, in the interest of clear communication, please read this post before signing up!
fandoms + bias assigning.
okay so. i'm aware that mixing two fandoms might get a bit complicated, but please bear with me while i explain. for those who don't know, a bias here would be your favorite character.
the sign up form below would have three options: genshin, hsr, or both. if you pick just genshin or just hsr, you can simply mention one bias, and the game will proceed like normal.
think of the both option as a bit of a 'hard mode' where: you can't interact with either of your original biases from both star rail and genshin. every other thing remains the same and you'd only get one assigned bias (could be from either game).
simply put, it would just mean that other players can sabotage you with both of your faves.
all the biases will be assigned by a wheel randomly from a list.
rules and notes.
once the ebg starts, i'll release a list of the players, the original biases and the assigned biases. this can be reblogged at the start of the game without incurring a strike.
no interacting with / mentioning / acknowledging your original bias. every instance of this will earn you a strike. three strikes and you're out. (eg. if my bias is kaeya, and during the course of this game i like / reblog / mention him, i get a strike.)
sabotage: a sabotage is an ask / creation for the original bias of your fellow player that you can send to them to help them lose >:) you're encouraged to do so, in fact. fall for a sabotage, and you get a strike. i've seen people get really creative with this both in sending and answering, so go nuts.
strikes can be earned, as mentioned above, but they can also be gifted using points. (1000 points to gift a strike, allowed once a day. you'd have to send an ask to my inbox for this.)
each player can be sent a maximum of two strikes a day, and a total of four strikes throughout the game. this is so no one gangs up on one player, which is something i've seen happen in past games.
you can earn points by creating something ( writing / art / edits etc) for your assigned bias. each creation would be awarded a standard 500 points. lineart is the minimum for art, and a minimum of 300 words for a writing piece for it to count. more details on this in a later post.
selfship / platonic / oc content is okay.
you can also heal yourself using your points (1500 points per heal.) i'll go into more detail about points and what they can do before the ebg officially starts.
please tag me ( @soltuneia ) so that i can see your creation. points don't count if you don't because i likely won't be able to see it without the tag.
i'll keep track of these points and strikes in a post, which i'll edit at regular intervals so everyone would be able to know what they have.
whoever loses, i.e. gets struck out after three strikes, or forfeits the game in between, gets a penalty at the end. (usually something silly like reply to all asks with a meme for a week. will be decided at the end.)
no need to change urls if your username includes your bias, but please do change your theme for the duration of the game. having your original bias in your theme would also count as a strike after the first 24 hours of the ebg.
the rules may bend a little on the last day or two just to keep things interesting, but that will be announced beforehand.
send me an ask if you have any other questions!
disclaimers.
i know i'm hosting, but i wanted to join in on the fun as well. so while my writing blog is the one hosting the ebg, i'll participate in it over on my main blog: @glacialheart
so, to keep things fair since i'm the host, i won't assign my original bias to anyone so i can interact with the participants. and in addition, i won't put myself in the points strike system to keep it fair. which means i can't strike anyone out. you can strike me, and i'll only be able to heal myself with my points, nothing else. i'll keep everything in a public post as well so it's all fair.
please be patient with me, i'm also figuring this out as i go since this is the first time i've done something like this. so i might end up inevitably messing up but i'll try my best!!
sign ups:
just to be clear, this game will only happen if we manage to reach a minimum of ten participants. i think i'll close the signup form at fifteen participants. (in the case of further interest, i'll extend it to twenty, but ten is the minimum.)
in addition: if you're interested in taking part and feel like you won't have the time to join in, send me an ask! maybe we can work out another role for you.
please reblog once you sign up for traction. this is not compulsory, but it is appreciated.
— sign up here!!
thank you for reading <3 i hope to see you in the participants list, which i'll release with all the details and rules and anything else i've missed once the form is closed. good luck and have fun :)
Dottore x reader | Imposter
fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader
The hand on the clock moves on, ticking quietly, without rush or delay. Even so, time seems to stretch on to him, sitting in the armchair that’s technically both is and is not his, the clothes the same story. He pulls at the neck of his sweater, noting the softness of the alpaca wool despite the barrier of his gloves. He readjusts the item again to sit flush against his body.
Between him and the older segment, there’s not much of a difference. Not in the terms of their physique, although now that he’s wearing the other’s clothes, he notes where Zandik’s body has changed and how. It’s woven into the threads of the wool, tailored to fit the body of the forty-five year old man, not his self ten years before.
It’s clothing more akin to the clothes worn by the natives of Snezhnaya. But his own self frozen in time does not have the means to assess and interpret that change other than with an educated guess. For his mission, however, he cannot be impatient or frustrated. So he focuses again on the book in his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he reads.
Yet he wonders why he has to find himself in this situation. Repression and denial are skills he turned into an art form. There are, after all, endeavors more stimulating and productive than emotions. Only men act on them, and he’s above them. He has experiments to run; his lifelong, eternal, experiment in heresy. There’s no time to waste on setting himself back and entertaining these desires.
Oh but he is a man, his humanity drags behind him like a corpse instead of a shadow. More pathetic than Zandik’s has been, Dottore’s own even more artificial, a concept unfamiliar, unwanted and unneeded. An error, if he does say so himself, that the original made by not removing such a foolish thing as desire from his self.
The door opens.
Though his mask offers cover, he still looks at you as you enter before returning to his book. Dottore doesn’t know the particularities of your dealings with the forty-five year old segment, nor does he know how you spend your time together, except for the brief glances he’s witnessed on accident or was exposed to whenever you decide to interrupt them.
“I hoped I’d find you here,” you say, and he hears a smile in your voice. Silly. “Mind if I join?”
He only hums in response, carefully assimilating the intonation of his older self. It’s half infuriating how easily persuaded you are, how trusting, with what ease you sit yourself on his thighs and lay your head on his shoulder. If you were aware, the whole situation would play out differently. The data might be the same, but the result would differ, so to speak.
His arm curls around you, his hand settling just above your hip as he’s observed the older segment holds you in such a position. And then he simply… is. The book makes it easier to sit still, be still, though the warmth radiating off your body is distracting. More so whenever you tilt your head back and he feels your breath on his throat, followed by the weak pressure of your lips on his skin. Sometimes you satisfy yourself with just one kiss, sometimes you continue trailing your lips over his jaw.
“You’re so handsome,” you whisper. Is that what you’ve been doing all this time, whenever he saw you leaning to the other’s ear? He stops himself from scoffing. His only response is a slow swipe of his thumb over your hip. “You smell so nice.”
Ah- he did not consider that. Well, Dottore is sure you’re dramatic. As much as they take care of themselves, endless hours at the lab will permeate their skin with chemicals.
“I missed you,” you continue, seemingly unstoppable. Your arms wrap around him. No wonder the older seems to be much less productive when you come around. His eyes have read the same paragraph about five times now.
You don’t seem deterred by his lack of response. You never do. It’s intriguing, but it sure does make this whole endeavor easier. You tuck yourself back into the crook of his neck, seemingly satisfied with talking for now. But talking seems to be about the extent of it.
Your hands don’t wander all the way to his, you still do seem to respect his effort to read, but they stroke up and down his forearm. He’d write it off as you getting lost in your thoughts was it not for how purposefully your fingers traced his body. Naturally, he was familiar with his own body. Enough so to be as aware you are where his veins trails across his skin visibly.
It’s such a strange thing. Your heat seeping into his body, your weight on top of him not an inconvenience but a sensation that feels, well, grounding. He’s not unaware of the biology of the human body, though his own was wired into him by his self made of flesh and bone. Nonetheless, he can find it bothersome to feel so human.
And finally you settle. Your hand on his wrist, as close you can get to holding his hand. The segment he’s pretending to be would find it cute, he thinks. He supposes there is something endearing about it. Just the same as the peace that befalls you, him, the quiet and calm, motionless comfort.
Dottore knows it won’t last. But it’s good enough for now. The results of the experiment are satisfactory. So he can stop thinking about this. Any more and it’d be a greed, human need for connection crystallized, a weakness. And he is not weak. He’s not human.
hihi !! i love ur writing sm, pls could i request pantalone x reader with the kissing to avoid someone trope (if that’s what it’s called??) !!
maybe they’re at a ball/gala thing and reader is being hit on by a guy who just won’t take no for an answer and she’s like “oh i have a bf” and he’s like where and blah blah she goes over to pantalone and she’s mouths that she’s sorry and just kisses him
TYSM <333
໒⦂ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄.
notes. hello anon! tysm for the kind words, that makes me so happy to hear<3 and ofc you can! i love this idea a lot, been musing it w dottore and my oc in my ggl docs augh.. so i hope that gave me enough practice for this<3 hoping pantalone ain’t too ooc, haven’t written him all that much aaaaa
genre. fluff
tw. attempted harassment, use of ‘dear’
pantalone x gn!reader.
if there was a reason behind your lack of presence at formal events, it had to be the small talk and the drunken talk. the kind where people no longer even knew what the hell they were even going on about — where personal space became optional, and where ‘no’ was just a suggestion no matter how many times it was said.
something you were not entirely a fan of, as you stepped back with an awkward laugh and a dream to put space between the two of you. conversation could be had without breaching one’s personal bubble, and yet he was drawing closer to you not even a second after. there might as well have been metal attached to your body and an eager magnet on his.
and the yapping — archons, it never ended. he was stressing- insisting that you joined him at his place for the night, promising the world if you did. breakfast, clothes, the finest wine in his cellar — everything he could think of in the moment despite repeating some options ( see wine ) more than once already.
but what the hell would that do for you when this guy was hardly someone you wanted to spend an evening with? for goodness sake, you were in the middle of getting rid of him and nothing seemed to get your point across!
there was but a final resort left, and it was a hard lie, no doubt about it.. something you might even regret if worse came to worst.
but if it could get this squid off your back, you were willing to deal with those consequences after.
clearing your throat when the other seemed to lean forward to claim your lips, you placed a gloved hand over his own, offering a strained smile. “look, no offense — but i fear i cannot possibly be kissing strangers here, sir.. my partner,” you paused, looking around for good measure. “it’d be such a betrayal to him- to his affection, and i couldn’t possibly do that to someone i so dearly love.. so if you would,” a pause, a breath. “please refrain from overstepping such boundaries with me.” otherwise, hands were about to be thrown.
only when the weight didn’t push anymore against your palm did you remove it from his mouth, stepping back an inch with a hope that your point might have gotten across. it was the old, ‘sorry i have a lover’ trick — which worked quite often, and usually got people to back off..
but by the skeptical look you were given in return, this guy.. wasn’t budging.
“strange.” the nobleman finally said, folding his arms over his chest. “if you have a boyfriend, then why isn’t he with you? why leave you alone for the night? to toy with the feelings of others?” he pressed, stepping forward. “i don’t buy it one bit.”
annoyed, you backed up another step, patience leaving you as you fought back the urge to clock him right then and there for the public to see. “it’s an event — we are allowed to mingle and not be glued to one another for the entirety of its duration. furthermore there’s something called trust and oh, i don’t know, boundaries.” something he certainly wouldn’t know about. “so either take my word for it, or i’ll call him over right now and tell him you tried taking advantage of me.”
being the one to stumble back this time, he let out an appalled gasp, or scoff — you weren’t sure, shifting a hand over his heart in offense. “i have done nothing of the sort, and now you’re just — making things up! lying through your teeth!”
and that was the last straw.
turning on your heel after a scalding glare, you marched up to the nearest contender — tall, lean perhaps, clad in opulent black and violet fabrics — evidently engaged with a masked man dressed in white, azure and onyx. good grief, you felt bad to have to do this- but what other choice did you have?
“excuse me,” you called out loud enough to reach his ears, mentally whipping yourself for having interrupted the conversation of not one, but two beautiful men that looked strikingly familiar. goodness, if they were harbingers- it was so over for you, but that could be dealt with later.
this was the priority.
“hm?” the dark haired one mused out, offering a small smile. “is something the matter? i don’t believe we’ve-”
“sorry-! just follow my lead!” you intercepted, pulling the raven haired male against your lips for a haphazard, but telling kiss. it wasn’t by any means your best work, however it wasn’t meant to be. it was something to ward off the piece of shit staring with his jaw dropped for flies to take up residence.
only when you caught him turning away did you take a step back from the man you had just shared breath with, straightening your clothing out before offering a sympathetic look. “forgive my actions — that was.. barely consensual, considering what i was just trying to avoid.. but i couldn’t think of anything else.” you tried explaining, holding up a handkerchief to the other, who more or less had opened up his eyes to really see you this time.
and rather than anger, or to snatch the cloth from your hands, amusement had adorned his features, along with this quiet aura of understanding.
he smiled, to your absolute surprise. “no need to ask for forgiveness of any kind, certainly with a reason like that.. i almost wonder how such a man had managed to slip into an event like this, nobility or not..”
“those with wealth and even an inkling of status flaunt their mora like second nature.” the seafoam haired male chimed in, tucking one hand behind his back. “i shall alert fatui personnel to dispose of him immediately. do excuse me, and i better not catch you with another cigarette in my absence, regrator.”
regrator? that was.. oh.
just your fucking luck — they were harbingers. and you just kissed the ninth.
dammit.
“of course i walk up to the finance guy..” you muttered mostly to yourself, tucking away the fabric in your hands before leaning forward to bow. “my apologies — i was.. not aware that you were pantalone of the fatui harbingers. i don’t think i would have gone up to you otherwise..” you spoke up, lifting your head only when you heard the low chuckle above you.
“does my rank make me less of a contender for a fake boyfriend?” he parroted back, tilting his head. “if anything, i would quicker think that it would be of more value.”
letting out a sigh that more or less became an exhausted laugh of your own, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “it’s more so that i shouldn’t involve a harbinger in something as mundane as this.” in other words, a coverup because someone didn’t get the memo.
but at least another did.
pushing up his glasses, pantalone then extended a leather-clad palm, humming. “well, i’d say i am quite involved now.” he whispered, dark curls bouncing as he leaned forward. “so might i interest you in something as mundane as a dance?” he offered, meeting your gaze. “i wouldn’t make a good fake partner if i didn’t, after all.”
incredulous, your eyes locked with his violet ones, blinking once and then twice before you placed your hand in his own after a hum of consideration. “i guess you wouldn’t.” you returned, moving your opposite hand to his shoulder. “‘suppose we’d better fix that, then.”
“already a step ahead of you, my dear.” he chuckled again, allowing his free hand to meet your hip. “however, i do expect an appropriate payment afterwards.”
your lips curled, lashes lowering cheekily. “a less sloppy and half-assed kiss, got it.”
notes. sorry this is a little rushed</3 still trying to recover a little but i wanted to finish this up since i had a draft for it :’) anyway- i haven’t written much for pantalone but i hope i was able to get his character ok!
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hihi !! i love ur writing sm, pls could i request pantalone x reader with the kissing to avoid someone trope (if that’s what it’s called??) !!
maybe they’re at a ball/gala thing and reader is being hit on by a guy who just won’t take no for an answer and she’s like “oh i have a bf” and he’s like where and blah blah she goes over to pantalone and she’s mouths that she’s sorry and just kisses him
TYSM <333
໒⦂ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄.
notes. hello anon! tysm for the kind words, that makes me so happy to hear<3 and ofc you can! i love this idea a lot, been musing it w dottore and my oc in my ggl docs augh.. so i hope that gave me enough practice for this<3 hoping pantalone ain’t too ooc, haven’t written him all that much aaaaa
genre. fluff
tw. attempted harassment, use of ‘dear’
pantalone x gn!reader.
if there was a reason behind your lack of presence at formal events, it had to be the small talk and the drunken talk. the kind where people no longer even knew what the hell they were even going on about — where personal space became optional, and where ‘no’ was just a suggestion no matter how many times it was said.
something you were not entirely a fan of, as you stepped back with an awkward laugh and a dream to put space between the two of you. conversation could be had without breaching one’s personal bubble, and yet he was drawing closer to you not even a second after. there might as well have been metal attached to your body and an eager magnet on his.
and the yapping — archons, it never ended. he was stressing- insisting that you joined him at his place for the night, promising the world if you did. breakfast, clothes, the finest wine in his cellar — everything he could think of in the moment despite repeating some options ( see wine ) more than once already.
but what the hell would that do for you when this guy was hardly someone you wanted to spend an evening with? for goodness sake, you were in the middle of getting rid of him and nothing seemed to get your point across!
there was but a final resort left, and it was a hard lie, no doubt about it.. something you might even regret if worse came to worst.
but if it could get this squid off your back, you were willing to deal with those consequences after.
clearing your throat when the other seemed to lean forward to claim your lips, you placed a gloved hand over his own, offering a strained smile. “look, no offense — but i fear i cannot possibly be kissing strangers here, sir.. my partner,” you paused, looking around for good measure. “it’d be such a betrayal to him- to his affection, and i couldn’t possibly do that to someone i so dearly love.. so if you would,” a pause, a breath. “please refrain from overstepping such boundaries with me.” otherwise, hands were about to be thrown.
only when the weight didn’t push anymore against your palm did you remove it from his mouth, stepping back an inch with a hope that your point might have gotten across. it was the old, ‘sorry i have a lover’ trick — which worked quite often, and usually got people to back off..
but by the skeptical look you were given in return, this guy.. wasn’t budging.
“strange.” the nobleman finally said, folding his arms over his chest. “if you have a boyfriend, then why isn’t he with you? why leave you alone for the night? to toy with the feelings of others?” he pressed, stepping forward. “i don’t buy it one bit.”
annoyed, you backed up another step, patience leaving you as you fought back the urge to clock him right then and there for the public to see. “it’s an event — we are allowed to mingle and not be glued to one another for the entirety of its duration. furthermore there’s something called trust and oh, i don’t know, boundaries.” something he certainly wouldn’t know about. “so either take my word for it, or i’ll call him over right now and tell him you tried taking advantage of me.”
being the one to stumble back this time, he let out an appalled gasp, or scoff — you weren’t sure, shifting a hand over his heart in offense. “i have done nothing of the sort, and now you’re just — making things up! lying through your teeth!”
and that was the last straw.
turning on your heel after a scalding glare, you marched up to the nearest contender — tall, lean perhaps, clad in opulent black and violet fabrics — evidently engaged with a masked man dressed in white, azure and onyx. good grief, you felt bad to have to do this- but what other choice did you have?
“excuse me,” you called out loud enough to reach his ears, mentally whipping yourself for having interrupted the conversation of not one, but two beautiful men that looked strikingly familiar. goodness, if they were harbingers- it was so over for you, but that could be dealt with later.
this was the priority.
“hm?” the dark haired one mused out, offering a small smile. “is something the matter? i don’t believe we’ve-”
“sorry-! just follow my lead!” you intercepted, pulling the raven haired male against your lips for a haphazard, but telling kiss. it wasn’t by any means your best work, however it wasn’t meant to be. it was something to ward off the piece of shit staring with his jaw dropped for flies to take up residence.
only when you caught him turning away did you take a step back from the man you had just shared breath with, straightening your clothing out before offering a sympathetic look. “forgive my actions — that was.. barely consensual, considering what i was just trying to avoid.. but i couldn’t think of anything else.” you tried explaining, holding up a handkerchief to the other, who more or less had opened up his eyes to really see you this time.
and rather than anger, or to snatch the cloth from your hands, amusement had adorned his features, along with this quiet aura of understanding.
he smiled, to your absolute surprise. “no need to ask for forgiveness of any kind, certainly with a reason like that.. i almost wonder how such a man had managed to slip into an event like this, nobility or not..”
“those with wealth and even an inkling of status flaunt their mora like second nature.” the seafoam haired male chimed in, tucking one hand behind his back. “i shall alert fatui personnel to dispose of him immediately. do excuse me, and i better not catch you with another cigarette in my absence, regrator.”
regrator? that was.. oh.
just your fucking luck — they were harbingers. and you just kissed the ninth.
dammit.
“of course i walk up to the finance guy..” you muttered mostly to yourself, tucking away the fabric in your hands before leaning forward to bow. “my apologies — i was.. not aware that you were pantalone of the fatui harbingers. i don’t think i would have gone up to you otherwise..” you spoke up, lifting your head only when you heard the low chuckle above you.
“does my rank make me less of a contender for a fake boyfriend?” he parroted back, tilting his head. “if anything, i would quicker think that it would be of more value.”
letting out a sigh that more or less became an exhausted laugh of your own, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “it’s more so that i shouldn’t involve a harbinger in something as mundane as this.” in other words, a coverup because someone didn’t get the memo.
but at least another did.
pushing up his glasses, pantalone then extended a leather-clad palm, humming. “well, i’d say i am quite involved now.” he whispered, dark curls bouncing as he leaned forward. “so might i interest you in something as mundane as a dance?” he offered, meeting your gaze. “i wouldn’t make a good fake partner if i didn’t, after all.”
incredulous, your eyes locked with his violet ones, blinking once and then twice before you placed your hand in his own after a hum of consideration. “i guess you wouldn’t.” you returned, moving your opposite hand to his shoulder. “‘suppose we’d better fix that, then.”
“already a step ahead of you, my dear.” he chuckled again, allowing his free hand to meet your hip. “however, i do expect an appropriate payment afterwards.”
your lips curled, lashes lowering cheekily. “a less sloppy and half-assed kiss, got it.”
notes. sorry this is a little rushed</3 still trying to recover a little but i wanted to finish this up since i had a draft for it :’) anyway- i haven’t written much for pantalone but i hope i was able to get his character ok!
tysm for reading! consider leaving a tip if you enjoyed<3
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hihi !! i love ur writing sm, pls could i request pantalone x reader with the kissing to avoid someone trope (if that’s what it’s called??) !!
maybe they’re at a ball/gala thing and reader is being hit on by a guy who just won’t take no for an answer and she’s like “oh i have a bf” and he’s like where and blah blah she goes over to pantalone and she’s mouths that she’s sorry and just kisses him
TYSM <333
໒⦂ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄.
notes. hello anon! tysm for the kind words, that makes me so happy to hear<3 and ofc you can! i love this idea a lot, been musing it w dottore and my oc in my ggl docs augh.. so i hope that gave me enough practice for this<3 hoping pantalone ain’t too ooc, haven’t written him all that much aaaaa
genre. fluff
tw. attempted harassment, use of ‘dear’
pantalone x gn!reader.
if there was a reason behind your lack of presence at formal events, it had to be the small talk and the drunken talk. the kind where people no longer even knew what the hell they were even going on about — where personal space became optional, and where ‘no’ was just a suggestion no matter how many times it was said.
something you were not entirely a fan of, as you stepped back with an awkward laugh and a dream to put space between the two of you. conversation could be had without breaching one’s personal bubble, and yet he was drawing closer to you not even a second after. there might as well have been metal attached to your body and an eager magnet on his.
and the yapping — archons, it never ended. he was stressing- insisting that you joined him at his place for the night, promising the world if you did. breakfast, clothes, the finest wine in his cellar — everything he could think of in the moment despite repeating some options ( see wine ) more than once already.
but what the hell would that do for you when this guy was hardly someone you wanted to spend an evening with? for goodness sake, you were in the middle of getting rid of him and nothing seemed to get your point across!
there was but a final resort left, and it was a hard lie, no doubt about it.. something you might even regret if worse came to worst.
but if it could get this squid off your back, you were willing to deal with those consequences after.
clearing your throat when the other seemed to lean forward to claim your lips, you placed a gloved hand over his own, offering a strained smile. “look, no offense — but i fear i cannot possibly be kissing strangers here, sir.. my partner,” you paused, looking around for good measure. “it’d be such a betrayal to him- to his affection, and i couldn’t possibly do that to someone i so dearly love.. so if you would,” a pause, a breath. “please refrain from overstepping such boundaries with me.” otherwise, hands were about to be thrown.
only when the weight didn’t push anymore against your palm did you remove it from his mouth, stepping back an inch with a hope that your point might have gotten across. it was the old, ‘sorry i have a lover’ trick — which worked quite often, and usually got people to back off..
but by the skeptical look you were given in return, this guy.. wasn’t budging.
“strange.” the nobleman finally said, folding his arms over his chest. “if you have a boyfriend, then why isn’t he with you? why leave you alone for the night? to toy with the feelings of others?” he pressed, stepping forward. “i don’t buy it one bit.”
annoyed, you backed up another step, patience leaving you as you fought back the urge to clock him right then and there for the public to see. “it’s an event — we are allowed to mingle and not be glued to one another for the entirety of its duration. furthermore there’s something called trust and oh, i don’t know, boundaries.” something he certainly wouldn’t know about. “so either take my word for it, or i’ll call him over right now and tell him you tried taking advantage of me.”
being the one to stumble back this time, he let out an appalled gasp, or scoff — you weren’t sure, shifting a hand over his heart in offense. “i have done nothing of the sort, and now you’re just — making things up! lying through your teeth!”
and that was the last straw.
turning on your heel after a scalding glare, you marched up to the nearest contender — tall, lean perhaps, clad in opulent black and violet fabrics — evidently engaged with a masked man dressed in white, azure and onyx. good grief, you felt bad to have to do this- but what other choice did you have?
“excuse me,” you called out loud enough to reach his ears, mentally whipping yourself for having interrupted the conversation of not one, but two beautiful men that looked strikingly familiar. goodness, if they were harbingers- it was so over for you, but that could be dealt with later.
this was the priority.
“hm?” the dark haired one mused out, offering a small smile. “is something the matter? i don’t believe we’ve-”
“sorry-! just follow my lead!” you intercepted, pulling the raven haired male against your lips for a haphazard, but telling kiss. it wasn’t by any means your best work, however it wasn’t meant to be. it was something to ward off the piece of shit staring with his jaw dropped for flies to take up residence.
only when you caught him turning away did you take a step back from the man you had just shared breath with, straightening your clothing out before offering a sympathetic look. “forgive my actions — that was.. barely consensual, considering what i was just trying to avoid.. but i couldn’t think of anything else.” you tried explaining, holding up a handkerchief to the other, who more or less had opened up his eyes to really see you this time.
and rather than anger, or to snatch the cloth from your hands, amusement had adorned his features, along with this quiet aura of understanding.
he smiled, to your absolute surprise. “no need to ask for forgiveness of any kind, certainly with a reason like that.. i almost wonder how such a man had managed to slip into an event like this, nobility or not..”
“those with wealth and even an inkling of status flaunt their mora like second nature.” the seafoam haired male chimed in, tucking one hand behind his back. “i shall alert fatui personnel to dispose of him immediately. do excuse me, and i better not catch you with another cigarette in my absence, regrator.”
regrator? that was.. oh.
just your fucking luck — they were harbingers. and you just kissed the ninth.
dammit.
“of course i walk up to the finance guy..” you muttered mostly to yourself, tucking away the fabric in your hands before leaning forward to bow. “my apologies — i was.. not aware that you were pantalone of the fatui harbingers. i don’t think i would have gone up to you otherwise..” you spoke up, lifting your head only when you heard the low chuckle above you.
“does my rank make me less of a contender for a fake boyfriend?” he parroted back, tilting his head. “if anything, i would quicker think that it would be of more value.”
letting out a sigh that more or less became an exhausted laugh of your own, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “it’s more so that i shouldn’t involve a harbinger in something as mundane as this.” in other words, a coverup because someone didn’t get the memo.
but at least another did.
pushing up his glasses, pantalone then extended a leather-clad palm, humming. “well, i’d say i am quite involved now.” he whispered, dark curls bouncing as he leaned forward. “so might i interest you in something as mundane as a dance?” he offered, meeting your gaze. “i wouldn’t make a good fake partner if i didn’t, after all.”
incredulous, your eyes locked with his violet ones, blinking once and then twice before you placed your hand in his own after a hum of consideration. “i guess you wouldn’t.” you returned, moving your opposite hand to his shoulder. “‘suppose we’d better fix that, then.”
“already a step ahead of you, my dear.” he chuckled again, allowing his free hand to meet your hip. “however, i do expect an appropriate payment afterwards.”
your lips curled, lashes lowering cheekily. “a less sloppy and half-assed kiss, got it.”
notes. sorry this is a little rushed</3 still trying to recover a little but i wanted to finish this up since i had a draft for it :’) anyway- i haven’t written much for pantalone but i hope i was able to get his character ok!
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hihi !! i love ur writing sm, pls could i request pantalone x reader with the kissing to avoid someone trope (if that’s what it’s called??) !!
maybe they’re at a ball/gala thing and reader is being hit on by a guy who just won’t take no for an answer and she’s like “oh i have a bf” and he’s like where and blah blah she goes over to pantalone and she’s mouths that she’s sorry and just kisses him
TYSM <333
໒⦂ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄.
notes. hello anon! tysm for the kind words, that makes me so happy to hear<3 and ofc you can! i love this idea a lot, been musing it w dottore and my oc in my ggl docs augh.. so i hope that gave me enough practice for this<3 hoping pantalone ain’t too ooc, haven’t written him all that much aaaaa
genre. fluff
tw. attempted harassment, use of ‘dear’
pantalone x gn!reader.
if there was a reason behind your lack of presence at formal events, it had to be the small talk and the drunken talk. the kind where people no longer even knew what the hell they were even going on about — where personal space became optional, and where ‘no’ was just a suggestion no matter how many times it was said.
something you were not entirely a fan of, as you stepped back with an awkward laugh and a dream to put space between the two of you. conversation could be had without breaching one’s personal bubble, and yet he was drawing closer to you not even a second after. there might as well have been metal attached to your body and an eager magnet on his.
and the yapping — archons, it never ended. he was stressing- insisting that you joined him at his place for the night, promising the world if you did. breakfast, clothes, the finest wine in his cellar — everything he could think of in the moment despite repeating some options ( see wine ) more than once already.
but what the hell would that do for you when this guy was hardly someone you wanted to spend an evening with? for goodness sake, you were in the middle of getting rid of him and nothing seemed to get your point across!
there was but a final resort left, and it was a hard lie, no doubt about it.. something you might even regret if worse came to worst.
but if it could get this squid off your back, you were willing to deal with those consequences after.
clearing your throat when the other seemed to lean forward to claim your lips, you placed a gloved hand over his own, offering a strained smile. “look, no offense — but i fear i cannot possibly be kissing strangers here, sir.. my partner,” you paused, looking around for good measure. “it’d be such a betrayal to him- to his affection, and i couldn’t possibly do that to someone i so dearly love.. so if you would,” a pause, a breath. “please refrain from overstepping such boundaries with me.” otherwise, hands were about to be thrown.
only when the weight didn’t push anymore against your palm did you remove it from his mouth, stepping back an inch with a hope that your point might have gotten across. it was the old, ‘sorry i have a lover’ trick — which worked quite often, and usually got people to back off..
but by the skeptical look you were given in return, this guy.. wasn’t budging.
“strange.” the nobleman finally said, folding his arms over his chest. “if you have a boyfriend, then why isn’t he with you? why leave you alone for the night? to toy with the feelings of others?” he pressed, stepping forward. “i don’t buy it one bit.”
annoyed, you backed up another step, patience leaving you as you fought back the urge to clock him right then and there for the public to see. “it’s an event — we are allowed to mingle and not be glued to one another for the entirety of its duration. furthermore there’s something called trust and oh, i don’t know, boundaries.” something he certainly wouldn’t know about. “so either take my word for it, or i’ll call him over right now and tell him you tried taking advantage of me.”
being the one to stumble back this time, he let out an appalled gasp, or scoff — you weren’t sure, shifting a hand over his heart in offense. “i have done nothing of the sort, and now you’re just — making things up! lying through your teeth!”
and that was the last straw.
turning on your heel after a scalding glare, you marched up to the nearest contender — tall, lean perhaps, clad in opulent black and violet fabrics — evidently engaged with a masked man dressed in white, azure and onyx. good grief, you felt bad to have to do this- but what other choice did you have?
“excuse me,” you called out loud enough to reach his ears, mentally whipping yourself for having interrupted the conversation of not one, but two beautiful men that looked strikingly familiar. goodness, if they were harbingers- it was so over for you, but that could be dealt with later.
this was the priority.
“hm?” the dark haired one mused out, offering a small smile. “is something the matter? i don’t believe we’ve-”
“sorry-! just follow my lead!” you intercepted, pulling the raven haired male against your lips for a haphazard, but telling kiss. it wasn’t by any means your best work, however it wasn’t meant to be. it was something to ward off the piece of shit staring with his jaw dropped for flies to take up residence.
only when you caught him turning away did you take a step back from the man you had just shared breath with, straightening your clothing out before offering a sympathetic look. “forgive my actions — that was.. barely consensual, considering what i was just trying to avoid.. but i couldn’t think of anything else.” you tried explaining, holding up a handkerchief to the other, who more or less had opened up his eyes to really see you this time.
and rather than anger, or to snatch the cloth from your hands, amusement had adorned his features, along with this quiet aura of understanding.
he smiled, to your absolute surprise. “no need to ask for forgiveness of any kind, certainly with a reason like that.. i almost wonder how such a man had managed to slip into an event like this, nobility or not..”
“those with wealth and even an inkling of status flaunt their mora like second nature.” the seafoam haired male chimed in, tucking one hand behind his back. “i shall alert fatui personnel to dispose of him immediately. do excuse me, and i better not catch you with another cigarette in my absence, regrator.”
regrator? that was.. oh.
just your fucking luck — they were harbingers. and you just kissed the ninth.
dammit.
“of course i walk up to the finance guy..” you muttered mostly to yourself, tucking away the fabric in your hands before leaning forward to bow. “my apologies — i was.. not aware that you were pantalone of the fatui harbingers. i don’t think i would have gone up to you otherwise..” you spoke up, lifting your head only when you heard the low chuckle above you.
“does my rank make me less of a contender for a fake boyfriend?” he parroted back, tilting his head. “if anything, i would quicker think that it would be of more value.”
letting out a sigh that more or less became an exhausted laugh of your own, you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “it’s more so that i shouldn’t involve a harbinger in something as mundane as this.” in other words, a coverup because someone didn’t get the memo.
but at least another did.
pushing up his glasses, pantalone then extended a leather-clad palm, humming. “well, i’d say i am quite involved now.” he whispered, dark curls bouncing as he leaned forward. “so might i interest you in something as mundane as a dance?” he offered, meeting your gaze. “i wouldn’t make a good fake partner if i didn’t, after all.”
incredulous, your eyes locked with his violet ones, blinking once and then twice before you placed your hand in his own after a hum of consideration. “i guess you wouldn’t.” you returned, moving your opposite hand to his shoulder. “‘suppose we’d better fix that, then.”
“already a step ahead of you, my dear.” he chuckled again, allowing his free hand to meet your hip. “however, i do expect an appropriate payment afterwards.”
your lips curled, lashes lowering cheekily. “a less sloppy and half-assed kiss, got it.”
notes. sorry this is a little rushed</3 still trying to recover a little but i wanted to finish this up since i had a draft for it :’) anyway- i haven’t written much for pantalone but i hope i was able to get his character ok!
tysm for reading! consider leaving a tip if you enjoyed<3
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