#harbinger reader

[kidicaruslover911]

lately genshin has me feeling like i’m stuck in an extremely toxic and abusive relationship knowing that I should walk away but I have stockholm syndrome bc it used to be my high school sweetheart idk

[makelemonade]

The Harbinger’s Daughter; Series; They don’t know much.

authors note; hello it’s not exactly like a series where you have to read each part it’s just all under the same name. - wanna make this into a continuous “series” with just little stories or ideas so if anyone has any ideas or stuff they wanna see my inbox is open only for that!!!

pt1

- reader is in last year of high school, female reader, it’s kinda modern but also kinda isn’t do with that what you will

basically the harbingers realizing they don’t know much abt reader and Pantalone decides to find out

The lounge room was quiet, only the sound of the crackling fireplace filling the room along with the clicking of Dottore’s pen since he was frustrated with his current work- no one was annoyed, this was usual for him. Pierro sat in his specific sofa chair, it was large enough to fit him perfectly. However he wasn’t as comfortable as he looked, no, instead his face was one of concern and annoyance.

The others were scattered around the room, Signora was flipping through a magazine, Childe was just staring up at the ceiling with Capitano- the both laying on the floor, Pantalone was flipping through a bunch of papers with complicated equations, and Dottore was looking over his science whatever notes.

“I need to ask you all something,” Pierro spoke up, folding his hands together. Everyone looked over. “What does Y/N like?”

Everyone’s eyes lit up, and yet a heavy silence settled over the room.

They realized they knew nothing.

Childe shifted uncomfortably, “Uhh, she trains with me sometimes?” he offered hesitantly.

Signora grimaced. “She borrows my perfume. She….likes perfume.”

Dottore sighed, throwing away his papers and pen. “She’s smart, likes learning new things. Dunno.”

Capitano just didn’t say anything.

Pantalone just pressed his lips together, a little disappointed in himself for not knowing.

Pierro waited for more answers, and when none came, he was also disappointed, and a little frustrated. He spoke with a scoff, “How could we raise her and know nothing about her?”

He was a lot more disappointed in himself though, he was your father- how did he know nothing?! You were almost an adult, he’s raised you since you were a baby with the rest of them.

He stood up, exhaling. “I’ll go ask her. I wanted to spend some time with her.”

He left the room, listening to his own footsteps echoing in the hall as he walked the long way around the castle, making his way to your room.

“Y/N?” He called, knocking lightly. He waited a few seconds, but there was nothing. “Y/N?” He called again.

No answer.

“Okay, I’m coming in.” He turned the doorknob, opening it slowly. His frown depended once he scanned the room, you weren’t in your bed, your bathroom door was wide open, and your purse was gone- everything that connects to you was fine.

An uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest and he immediately turned out of the room and walked down the hall to the guards. “Where is she?” He demanded.

One of the agents stiffened. “She left a few hours ago, sir. We assumed she had your permission.”

He felt his heart quicken, turning away from the guards to rush back to the lounge room.

“She’s gone,” Pierro announced, his eyes scanning each face in the room.

Childe and Capitano say up, with Childe’s meditating expression replaced with concern. “What do you mean gone?”

“I mean she left the castle.” Pierro sighed. “Without anyone knowing. She found a way,”

A long pause followed.

Signorae ran a hand through her hair, visibly worried. “Okay, she’s obviously gonna come backs right?”

Silence followed again.

Capitano cleared his throat. “Although I find it worrisome she left without a word, I doubt she means any harm. I believe she just wanted to go out without having to tell any of us.”

Dottore chuckled. “I’m not surprised she left without saying anything; we know absolutely nothing about her.

There was no retort.

Pantalone stood up, “Hold on.” He said, before rushing out of the lounge room and down the hall to Pulcinella’s office.

He knocked 3 times, hearing a mumble of a “come in.”

Pulcinella was sat on his high chair, looking over files on his messy desk. He looked up and his annoyed feature was replaced with a smile. “Ah, Pantalone. What can I do for you?”

Pantalone gave a small, worried smile back. “Y/N is gone. She left and we don’t know where she is and she didn’t tell any of us.”

Pulcinella frowned. “Oh, well that’s not good- thé not telling you part. She’ll be back soon.”

Pantalone gave him a curious look. “What do you mean? Does she normally leave?”

Pulcinella nodded. “She asks me most of the time, since you’re all not around as much as I am.”

Pantalone knew he didn’t mean that as anything rude but it still sting him a little bit. “Do you know where she could be?”

Pulcinella gave a knowing smile, looking back down at the papers he was reading over. “She loves books. I’d start out at the library.”

~~

The library was quiet, save for the movement of pages as you sat at a small table in a far corner, surrounded by four books. Shopping bags were piled at your feet.

Pantalone slipped into the seat across from you, his presence imposing despite his calm persona- you hadn’t even noticed he’d entered the library or was walking towards you.

You blinked in surprise. “Uh. What are you doing here?”

He rested his chin on his hand, “What are you doing here? How did you even get out of the castle?”

You hesitated for a moment, slowly putting down the book before a sly smile crept across your face. “I put on Capitano’s jacket. No one questioned me.”

Pantalone laughed. “Of course you did.” His have moved to the books aroubd you. “You like reading?”

You nodded, pulling your book closer. “I come here a lot.”

Pantalone’s sharp eyes narrowed. “How many times have you snuck out?”

“Well, it’s not exactly sneaking out it I ask Pulcinella.” You giggled, giving a cheeky grin.

His gaze shifted, this time landing on the shopping bags on the ground by your feet. “And shopping?”

You smiled proudly. “I love it.”

He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with curiosity. “I don’t recall giving you any money.”

You shrugged casually. “Oh, I paid for it myself.”

Pantalone’s brow furrowed slightly. “You don’t have a job.”

“I do.”

Now he was shocked. “Since when?”

“I work at the daycare,” you said it so casually that it just made him feel more shocked and, honestly, worst about himself. “After school, for about four hours.”

Pantalone blinked, looking at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. “…And what exactly do you do there?”

“We teach the kids sometimes. I help with karate.”

He stared at you, disbelief written across his face. “Self-Defense?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, your voice light, beginning to feel a little awkward.

The silence that followed felt thick.

“…How do I know nothing about you?” He mumbled.

You hesitated, then reached into your pocket and pulled out a folded paper. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

He took the paper, scanning the question quickly. It was a prompt for your economics class; Thé questions were about market trends and financial stability- he could do this in his sleep.

“You’re taking economics?” he asked, surprised as he looked up at you.

“Yeah, I was interested in it.”

Pantalone tapped the paper thoughtfully. “What do you want to do when you’re older? You’re in your final year aren’t you?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “I think I want to go into sciences. I was thinking of applying to the Academia soon.”

He smiled, brows raising. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“…Because of Dottore.” you confessed softly, grimacing.

Pantalone let out a long, sad sigh, his expression softening. “Just because Dottore had a bad past with the Academia doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to help you. In fact, he’d probably be thrilled.”

Your eyes lit up with hope. “Really?”

“Of course,” he affirmed with a small nod.

You both sat in silence for the next while. You were just thinking of what next, while he was thinking too much. He knew nothing about you, but now seeing all this, he kind of does know you.

Because you’re him. You’re the others.

Your interests in economics- Pantalone. Sciences - Dottore. Your love for shopping - Signora. Working with little kids - Arlecchino. Teaching said little kids karate - Childe. Reading - Pulcinella and Capitano. Your intelligence and curiosity - Pierro.

You were all of them combined.

After a while, he glanced at the time on his watch. It was 5pm, dinner was at 7pm. “It’s best we go now.”

You gave a small pout but still stood up, closing the book. “Let me go return these.” You piled the books together, and he made a mental note of the title of the book you were reading before he got here.

~~~

At dinner that evening, Pierro’s voice cut through the awakward silence. “I was really worried when you left today.”

You winced, guilt creeping in. “I’m sorry.” It was a little awkward, and you were glad not all the Harbingers came for dinner.

He put his utensils down, “You aren’t confined here.” He said gently. “However I do prefer you let us know when you leave. I’ve already got white hairs, don’t make it worse.”

You laughed and he smiled, and a few others giggled, the tension easing.

~~~

The next morning, you woke to find new findings on your tables. Curious, you stood up and walked over to them, only to end up shocked and heartfelt.

Dottore’s old notes from his academia days were stacked neatly, along with folders with even more. There were piles of fancy clothes and new makeup. The economics assignment you gave Pantalone was completed, and he had wrote notes to explain the questions and answers.

Right beside it, was the book you hadn’t finished the other day. There was a small sticky note on it, reading “Meet in the lounge.”

Your heart was racing with anticipation as you hurried over to the lounge room, excited for what was awaiting you. Capitano was there and gestured for you to follow him, laughing at your eagerness.

He has taken you to a room down the hall- you’d never entered this room and you honestly didn’t even know it was there.

Upon entering, you gasped.

It was a library. Shelves upon shelves of books; They were all new, shining and hardcover, waiting for you. Pierro and Pantalone stood inside, watching you closely and laughing at your reaction.

“H-how…” You trailed off, spinning to look at everything and feeling overwhelmed. “When- how-?!”

Pantalone smirked. “Pulcinella and I placed orders for books- he knew which ones you’d like. We’d sent agents out to do the pick ups, and the rest of us put up the shelves, while signora and Childe decorated. We had some agents give the finishing touches.”

You felt tears in your eyes and you immediately threw yourself into their arms. “Thank you thank you thank you!!! It’s beautiful!”

Pantalone hugged you back tight, placing a kiss to the top of your head. He let you go to give you a moment with Pierro.

Pierro patted your back gently. “I’m your father. I always want to know what’s going on in your life.”

You pulled away, shaking your head and sniffing. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Pierro’s expression softened, his voice full of warmth. “You could never bother me.”

And for the first time, you truly believed it.

[hiraya-rawr]

Thinking about being part of the less intimidating Harbingers.

Maybe you're the 12th, maybe you're closer to age with the likes of Childe compared to your hundred-year-old coworkers. Still, the Tsaritsa graced you with the title and you intend to do your best dealing with diplomatic affairs (the other harbingers sure do make it hard for you to maintain peace relations though).

Imagine lingering around Childe and Pulcinella during meetings. Everyone else is a little hard to talk to. At least Childe acts friendly (he keeps bugging you to fight him though) and Pulcinella gives off a grandpa vibe. Maybe you could try talking to Arlecchino or Sandrone. . . (you're kind of scared to be turned into a doll though– or at least, that's what Childe said. And Arlecchino looks annoyed at you?). Scaramouche was actually okay despite his harsh words, and Signora (oh poor Signora, you'll be sure to offer your condolences at the upcoming meeting :< ) was rather sweet to you.

Just think about being that less-intimidating/almost-normal-diplomat who somehow showed enough competence to catch the attention of the Tsaritsa.

[lumi077]

Winters’ Servants; Chapter 1

Chapter 1; Grief encompasses.

Warnings; This story has very slight yandere (but not really) themes. Reader is in mourning, they/them pronouns, no y/n mentions. established relationships, but they’ll change. slow burn. Extreme envy on your part

When the world has already kicked you away and the gods have cast you aside, you had no one to turn to but her and she understood. You two understood each other like no one else. And now even she has been taken, and you are forced to watch as her funeral becomes a business meeting. But by the Tsaritsa herself, they may not tarnish her name.

When you were inducted, all those long years ago, you had presumed that you and your peers were the best of the best. That should diplomacy be impossible, a fight would surely and swiftly turn to their favor. That in all the nations of Teyvat, it was them and you who were the strongest. But now your beliefs have been shaken, extremely and uncomfortably so.

The fair lady, Signora. Or as you knew her, for all these years, Rosalyne. A dear friend, perhaps even the dearest. Although fate seems to find you most unpleasant and therefore decides anyone who comes in contact with you must find a fate fit to punish them for every laying eyes on you. She had died on a mission to Inazuma, where this nuisance of an anomaly had managed to beat her and have the Raiden Shogun finish the job for them. 

Your shoes made prominents clacking noises against the hard and cold pavement that led to the cathedral, that now is the eternal resting place of your dear Rosalyne. It was unfair, and made a flame of hatred that was long thought to be burned out sear into your heart and spread through your body with every weary beat. Just the thought of the Archons taking even more from you made your teeth grit in your mouth uncontrollably. 

Your hatred filled thoughts were unkindly interrupted when you walked into a soft melody from a voice you know all too well. The Damselette was by the coffin, arms laid on its great surface with her head resting upon them. The white coat hid her form well from your sight for the moment, your eyes adjusting slowly to see it clearly. Her eyes were just behind that mask she wore, and she lazily sung each note, despite them sounding like perfection.

It took you two painful moments to realize she was singing her song, one that you were so familiar with at this point even the few notes made you remember everything you swore to forget when you heard the noise.With a gruff attitude so unlike you, you called out.

“My Lady.” Was all you said, and the singing stopped almost immediately. Bringing her arms closer to her, she turned her head to look right at you with her closed eyes. A serene smile replaced her once displeased frown. How she can see you confused you to no end, but questions like that need not be dignified with words.

“My fair dove.” She cooed sweetly, her voice as melodic as it was when she was singing. 

You looked away even though there was no eye contact from your fellow harbinger. You also didn’t talk any further, just crossing your arms in your warm coat and frowning. 

Columbina was confused, you were normally much more for conversation than this. She didn’t understand, and so she went back to her original position and resumed her eerie singing.

Sooner than you would have rathered, the others had arrived, and the Rooster had started his…speech. To put it quite delicately.

“We are gathered here today,” His voice carried over Columbina’s singing, not that she looked to mind. His words were as cold as Snezhnaya, and uncaring of the loss you seemed to not be able to overlook. “To remember our dear comrade.”

You were envious, how could he not care? How did he master being so unfeeling in this moment, when you cannot bring yourself to act normal at all? Signora was not close with everyone, she even said only you could work your way into her destroyed and ravaged heart. Maybe that is why, they simply did not know her like you did. 

“In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing.” He declared, and you froze.

This pause in your posture and voice gave ample time for the Regrater to give his opinion on the matter. A soft chuckle before he spoke made you turn to him in your shock, dead eyes staring at his closed in calmness “Merely half a day? People say the Northland bank’s true currencies are blood and tears. But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable.” His voice was smooth and deep, pleasant to you normally but not now.

Steps, clacks of shoes much like your own consumed your confused and grief ridden brain, so you turned once more to the source of the sound.

Another dear friend, The Knave, seemed to have something to say as she narrowed her steely eyes at Pantalone. “Rosalyne died in a foreign land” Just the mention of her death panged your heart and made the burning in your veins much worse. “But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with the convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. You couldn’t hope to understand.” Her voice had more bite and authority to it, glare unwavering.

“So why don’t you keep your mouths shut. You wouldn’t want to make the children cry.” She finished, her glare retreating as she closed her eyes.

Despite your grief, you spoke. “This is a funeral, not a place to squabble.” You hissed, taking on an air of authority you feel very much entitled to right now. “Now stop acting like children arguing over a toy and pay your respects to the woman who has done more than any of us to further the Tsaritsa’s will.” You narrowed your eyes, uncrossing your arms to rest them by your side.

The youngest of your organization laughed, quiet and light but yet grabbed the attention of you all. “I agree, this is no place for a fight.”

Your glare landed on him, not needing someone so young to back you. He raised his arms in mock surrender with a smile and an arched brow. It made your blood boil. You’re too worked up now and chose to remain silent. 

All the harbingers witnessed how you did not rise to the unspoken challenge the ginger had presented to you like normal, and all had mixed feelings about it.

“Utterly risible.” Sandrone laughed, shaking her head slightly from her seat on her large puppet-like machine. 

Even the Captain had to have his input. Why couldn’t they just let you mourn in peace without having to worry about defending your dearest Rosealyn’s honor. Truly she cannot even rest in the afterlife, but you hope she at least has found her husband after so many years of being apart. 

“Though her methods tarnished her honor, leoff alta’s sacrifice is a great pity.” He was gruff and uncaring, another strike of envy and anger washed over you. But you can’t blame them, they didn’t know her like that. “Her loss shall not hinder our progress.”

“Her honor remains intact. Let the dead rest.” You hissed, but with little venom or true bite. 

He ignored you, more focused on his question “But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma?” He questioned the bluenette, turning his head to face him.

The Doctor himself was leaning on a pillar, swirling a liquid of origins unknown to you that was held in a hand sized tube. How he looked down at it and could see it, was again something you did not know and are not stupid enough to ask. 

“Conventional knowledge holds that divine knowledge can be rationally comprehended. After conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move.” he spoke rationally, his voice was weirdly pleasant to you after all these years.

You knew of the plans with Scaramouche and actively detested them, despite both of them assuring you it would be fine. But it won’t be, and you know it. How, you don’t know. But that traveler is causing way too many problems for them not to be considered in this. They killed her, and you cannot shake the feeling they will kill more of you before they are stopped.

“It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics.” Footsteps of iron against stone echoed dimly, accompanied by the weathered voice of the Jester. 

Theatrics? Was that what this is? A show to put on to amuse who? Her majesty? How cruel must she be to parade your sorrow as anything but genuine.

“Right now, you have no captive audience.” He declared as if it was simple, but it wasn’t. And it isn’t, and it never will be. You missed her, and you missed Scaramouche, and you miss how you felt before the news. That wasn’t simple, missing someone isn’t simple. So, you are envious once more, of how your comrades are so eager to fake this.

Dully, you were aware of everyone and you moving to circle the coffin that held the ashes of your dearest and closest friend. “Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation will endure for all time.”

Slowly you all bowed your head and in what you prayed was respect, even closing your weary eyes as you did so. 

“In the name of her majesty the Tsaritsa, we will seize control from the gods.” With that you turned, your coat billowing out behind you. You could feel the stares and would be eyes on your back.

“Well said Pierro, so if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my preparations to head to Sumeru. Good evening.” you stated coldly and began to trek down the cold hall and out the door. The resounding noise of the large door opening and closing echoing loudly down to the rest of the harbingers.

Your name slipped dully from the banker’s lips, a frown and knitted brows accompanied his voice “Grief does unimaginable things to a person, poor darling.”

A scoff then a laugh “No, not my love.” Arlecchino eyed the exit from which you left. “They know what must be done and will do it.”

“The Fair Lady was always close to them.” Childe shrugged “I doubt they are taking her death as well as they put on.” 

The Mayor hummed quietly, a small and aged hand going to rest on his chin “We are the strongest forces of the fatui, perhaps it has shaken them that one such as us have fallen so gravely.” 

A deep guttural hum emitted from the inky black abyss that shrouded Capitano’s face “Dottore will keep an eye on them during their travels to the nation of knowledge.”

“Indeed, I shall.” The Doctor laughed darkly, shaking his head “They shall be fine under my care, rest assured.”

“They better be. I expect many reports from the two of you, and for yours to be truthful.” Pierro warned before he walked off, leaving the way he came.

With not much else to discuss, the rest of the harbingers took their leave as well. 

And there you stood on the snowy and windy mountain to say your true last goodbyes as the cathedral was surrounded in ice for the rest of eternity.

Next >

[mothmanperson]

||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

tw: /

cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

[heedmywarnings]

Us as the twelfth harbinger??? Id be fearing for my life

Since we're the twelfth that means we're the weakest ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु. , They're gonna have a field day bossing us around

One wrong move and the balladeer would threaten to slit our throat

Dottore would probably have spiked us or sum and throw all his missions on us

Sandrone would throw us dirty stare every now and then

Pierro would be the only redeemable person in the lot +arleccino (I don't fully trust pulcinella)

I feel like the fatui would like is best since we are more down to eartb thatn the rest of 'em

May the tsaritsa have pity on us ...

.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Childe finally has a comrade weaker than him:')

I feel as if the harbingers wouldn't mind our precense very much, like you're just there and they don't really acknowledge it.

Scaramouche wouldn't immediately slit our throats, in fact I think he'll straight up ignore as + La Signora and Arlecchino. But if we ever cross paths with Signora, I guess she could throw in insults to rub salt in our wounds.

I feel like Dottore has this god complex and he prob does, so he's like "You're nothing compared to me" so he'd constantly remind you about that, like he probably did with Childe before you were promoted.

Sandrone could be bestie material idk. Sandrone strikes me as the tyoe of person who'd ask you for opinions on their work and doesn't take constructive criticism very well (same tbh)

Pierro just gives us tasks and doesn't interact with us personally, as for Pulcinella, I think he'd try to warm up to us? Like he did with Childe.

Pantalone's just Pantalone.

On my own opinion, the harbingers have an intent of killing eachother but can't actually kill eachother because ahem, their majesty.

Depending on what you do, they might respect you. But I do feel like they'd go very hard on us on our first day so yeah:')

[anonymuslydumb]

No Such Thing As Professionalism

Prompt:

Being a part of the Fatui meant all seriousness and focus on the one true goal of giving all of Teyvat to the Tsaritsa. Especially if you are associated with the Harbingers, many would assume you are one of the most deadly and serious of people to be trusted with the honor of serving at least one of them

However, it seems you were an exception.

"Nice ass you got there, sir." You smirked, as Pantalone rolled his eyes while pushing his glasses closer to his face.

"Enough, don't act this casual especially when we're in public." He scolds before feeling your hand travel towards his waist.

"Awww, but don't you like getting praises from your workers, Lord Regrator?" He gives you a menacing glare, though you did not cower as he's all bark and no bite (unless it was in the bedroom). He throws your hand off his waist before handing you papers and sighing.

"Take this to Dottore and Sandrone, his payments are overdue and I can no longer pay for that man. Otherwise, our bank might cut short of debts for a while." He instructs before walking off while you just nodded.

"Fine." You snickered before running up behind Pantalone. You made sure nobody was around before--

WHACK

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!"

"See ya!" You smiled, running off before Pantalone could get a grip on you while a furious blush erupted on his cheeks.

"You'll pay for that soon enough, bitch." He hisses, rubbing his ass in pain as he walked off to meet Capitano and Pierro.

===

"I'm getting fucked hard tonight." You chuckled to yourself, walking out of the mad genius' laboratory after a long long long long long long discussion about how his bill went from a few thousand mora to ten billion and how the motherfucker was gonna pay for that shit.

"I may be young, but damn does my back feel like I've been there for a millennia."

"Lord Dottore's bill again?" You yelped to see Pierro behind you with an exasperated expression.

"Yes my Lord, he's gone over his budget, again." He sighs before handing you a letter. You check the address to see it was for your boss before the superior Harbinger sighs.

"I'll have a meeting with Pantalone and Dottore this evening at 8, regarding the mess. Nobody spends that much on a single experiment." He says before walking off to the meeting hall.

"Great, another lecture I have to sit through." You groaned before walking towards Pantalone's office with the papers in hand. You knocked on the office door lightly before slowly entering the room to see Pantalone buried in his mountain of paperwork.

"Awww, poor Pantalone. If only you were sitting on a pile of mora instead of this." You held a giggle, putting down the letter beside him before hearing him groan.

"Is this from Pierro? Can't that bastard just tell it to me straight in the face?! We live in the same fucking building."

"How about you tell that to him?" You chuckled before looking over his shoulder and seeing some of the finished work he had on the side of the table, a smaller pile of papers compared to his unfinished work.

"Oh my archons, you really are a miserable fuck without my help."

"That's why you're my assistant." He glares at you with a menacing smile on his face while you lean on his back and hug him from behind.

"You flatter me, dear. Shame I'm only just your assistant, no?" You teased, whispering into his ear, your lips teasingly close to his ear. You looked down to see a dent on his pants, making you chuckle under your breath.

"And it seems you're in need of my assistance yet again." You smiled as your hand traveled close to his crotch, making him inhale sharply.

"We've been apart for half the day, did you really miss me that much? What were you thinking--?" Before you could finish your little taunt, you were suddenly pinned onto the the desk, your boss towering over you with a vicious glare in his eyes.

"You better stop before I fuck you out of your senses."

"Maybe that's what I want." You retorted, a smirk growing on your face as he just gave a nasty glare at you.

"What time is the meeting?"

"8 pm, sir. Why?" He checks the clock on the corner before he slips out of his cloak.

"We still have lots of time to kill. I hope you're ready for the consequences of your actions."

===

"I swear Dottore, ten billion mora?! For a single vial?!"

"Sir, it is the only kind of glass that can withstand the acid solution I have. Anything else and it would literally melt through the glass."

"Wait until Pantalone hears about this, then you can start your little defense. I don't even know half the shit that spills out of your deranged mouth." Pierro rolls his eyes, storming towards Pantalone's room before hearing something getting dropped onto the floor.

Dottore pauses on his steps holds out his hand to stop Pierro only to just put it back into his pockets.

"I don't think it's a good time to enter--."

"He's already 10 minutes late, Dottore. I think it's a good time--." Pierro opens the door to see Pantalone and his assistant in a heated make-out session, both half naked and drenched with something on them...

Pierro blinks before slowly closing the door, turning his heels and walking towards the meeting hall. Dottore snickers at the man before the superior disappears at the end of the hall, slamming the door to the room before the doctor cackles and howls in laughter, his laugh echoing through the halls of the headquarters which confused those who heard him.

Before he could leave to his laboratory he suddenly hears a loud moan through the door, making him contort his face in disgust. He rolls his eyes and grunts annoyingly before walking away from busy room.

[darless]

A Final Dance

Req - After reader fight with his sister's he continued to be a fatui harbinger years later jean heard tragic news from the traveler about her brother ( in this reader takes signora's place in inazuma archon quest)

Part 2 of Harbinger!Reader !

CW - reader dies, reader replaces Signora. Traveler is Aether because I play him :)

You hopped out of the way of the traveler’s blade, hissing out as you two circled each other. Your body ached from cuts and bruises, though you could see the tiredness starting to sag in his body. This traveler was indeed quite good, as you had heard stories from others- including Childe, boasting about how tight the battle was.

You eyed an opening, figuring with a final blow you could defeat this boy and finish the business in Inazuma. As you went for it, a rather strong gust of electro from the traveler had you stumbling back, gasping out as you fell and clutched your side, growling out in pain.

The traveler stepped back quickly, already on defense mode as the Raiden Shogun entered. You felt a small bit of hope that quickly dwindled as she stepped past him, the little fairy creature watching with big frightened eyes. Still, your pride had you believe that this woman- even as an archon, wouldn’t dare hurt a Harbinger. You stumbled to your feet; shouting orders at her to stop.

A burst of panic wound around your heart, squeezing it until every bit of pride and dignity fled your body, leaving you pleading for mercy as you stumbled back from the blade “Please..! I’ll leave Inazuma for good, I swear on the Tsaritsa!”

You fell away as she continued to approach, eyes cold, and you eyed the Traveler behind her as you gripped the two charms in your pocket- one of the only things left you had of your sisters. Little charms of a music note for Barbara, and a dandelion for Jean. You took a deep, shuddering breath as everything slowed down, the blade mere inches away. The charms left your hand as they left with what little strength you had, and you watched the traveler instinctively catch them with a startled expression, your eyes shutting as the blade swung down with a single thought left;

‘Jean, Barbara, I’m so sorry.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aether walked slowly across the bridge into Mondstat, still holding the little charms as his head spun. He hadn’t figured it out until much later with everything happening, but that was definitely the brother Barbara mentioned so fondly. Paimon flew next to him, quiet for once as they paused at the gates, breathing in the familiar air.

Barbara ran up to the two, smiling brightly “Traveler! You’re back! How was everything?” His heartbeat quickened in guilt, looking down at the floor “Hi, Barbara.. erm, I actually need to speak to you and Jean. Preferably in her office..?” The girl smiled brightly and nodded, leading him there.

She continued talking about the church and how everything else had been going, though Aether barely caught the words until they reached Jean’s door, the woman’s voice flowing through in a familiarity that made him want to cry.

The Acting Grant Master smiled warmly at the three of them, Barbara sitting as they turned to look at Aether. He swallowed back the lump growing in his throat, holding out the charms.

The office was quiet for what felt like hours to him, before Barbara’s wail broke through the silence, sobs overtaking the girl. He stared at the ground, only looking up at a shaking word “H-how..?”

Aether looked up at Jean, all the color gone from her face and eyes full of tears, mouth agape as she stared at the little charms. He swallowed again, gently placing them down and telling her about everything that happened in Inazuma.

She closed her eyes for a moment as he finished, before opening them and sending a small glance at her sobbing little sister, voice breaking as she spoke “Thank you, Aether. I think.. I think Barbara and I need to be alone together.” He stood, sharing a small look with Paimon before quietly hugging Jean and leaving her office, head down.

Weeks later, there was a new grave with a dandelion and musical note engraved, letters a bright white color that stuck out against the gray stone.

‘{Your Name}; Proud Big Brother to Jean Gunnhildr and Barbara Pegg’