Koi and Kodoku are the friends to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers with a pinch of angst every story needs. What could go wrong pairing a necromancer with the high priestess.
Hi everyone! So I decided that I’ll join the Creature con as a guest. I will bring Centi Leo from Kodoku ( as it was planned before I had to drop out because of personal issues) and Shark Mikey from Pretending the Problem Away (because a mutual of mine who’s participating really wants to interact with him). I also prepared a little something to send for you all in your inboxes, so heads up because you might get a visit from a friendly Centipede mutant.
Little would make me happier than if Michael Giacchino saw these text posts and laughed.
For anyone else wondering what on earth a kodoku jar is, here's part of the kodoku Wikipedia article.
To create kodoku, sorcerers would mix several insects in a jar, and let them kill one another until only one survived. The fluids of the insect that survived would be used to poison an individual with a curse that would control them, cause them misfortune, or kill them.
Tags: Yandere, Ft. Dottore, murder, Drug use, sexual content, mind-control/brainwash, Attempted murder, Manipulation, blackmail (implied), death threats (implied), self-sabotaging (does that count?)/self-harm, guilt-trip, love bombing (?). Using a different writing style, Yan’s pers. is at the near end. No mention of condoms (“practice safe sex folks!”- Falaila)
Note: Repeat after me: “this is a dark fic, not a romance fic”, if you compare this with romeo and juliet. You got the wrong genre for it, but then again most romance fics have a lot of problems these days. Minors do not interact. Ps, this isn’t accurate but for the sake of the fic.
“The usual I presume, Bubbles? Love is a subjective word. Anything could be sprouted from it. Both good and bad, though most people would rather look at the good things instead.” -Scribe
“ Uh …. What he said.” - Falaila
Rip, Shingo’s wallet ~ P
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First meeting prt 2
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"More Sake, my Lord?" You offered your services to the stygian haired man with a gentle smile. With the gentle moonlight shining down, you'd cursed at the moon for being such a tease!
"Please." He gestures at the cup, so you pour him some.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my lord?" You asked as he took a few sips.
" If I'm not, what else would you offer me?" Returning the question back to you. You know how to handle guests like him.
" I can play you some music, my Lord. “
“No need, we might disturb others.”
“If one were to play, which would you prefer?”
“Whatever the ‘heart’ desires.” That’s farce, both you and him know it. Even more so if the heart has different ideas.
“I have a few songs in mind, my lord.”
“Excellent.”
“What is your name?”
“Hú dié-"
" I meant your actual name, dear."
" We are not allowed to disclose that, dear sir. But you are allowed to know my stage name."
" I see, tell me then. What are your thoughts on visions?" Given what you have known about Harbingers, they don't possess any vision, yet have access to this dangerous version of it from what Fuuka told you.
" Well, everyone has ambitions, no mountain could be climbed in a 'proper' way even if one has no vision. Ordinary people have their own ways, they just can't see it."
" Hmm."
" Though, just as ambitions drive a person. It all depends if one would do anything to achieve it… What about you sir? Are you more of a wait and see person, or rushing head first?"
" That's none of your concern. But if you wish to know, I'm more of the former."
" That's good, having said that. If you keep to yourself at the sidelines, you might miss an opportunity. "
" Speaking of.. " And so he started to talk your ear off a few of his theories, it is interesting to hear them. Too bad you can't disclose them to anyone else.
When it is time to play music for the others, your fingers couldn’t help fidget a little, anxious in the inside of the next piece. You tried to invite Pantalone into the games that the others had prepared, but he declined saying it's too childish of him to do so. Knowing people like him aren’t satisfied with the service, so you offered a session over tea to calm his mind. Surprisingly, he accepted it.
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2nd meeting
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You never really expect him to come back, done that, time to move on with your boring life. Yet why did he meet you after turning into a Geisha for a short formal meeting with Lord Fuyu, who was your first visitor as a certified professional.
“Welcome, honored guests.” You bowed to them, serving them drinks and letting them drink first before you did. “Sir, if I may." Lord Fuyu, made a gesture for you to proceed. " Thank you, the passage here is rather treacherous. I suggest going through here, there is a cavern that your merchandise could pass through." You point at the narrow path where a small pack of slimes congregate. "It shouldn't be too hard to deal with slimes there."
" I say, that does sound like a wonderful idea. How about you, Lord Harbinger. What are your thoughts?” Lord Fuyu says, though wanting to hear more thoughts on the matter.
“It does raise a point, but the risk of damaging the goods is present.” The Harbinger hummed.
“Thank you for considering the prospect, my Lord.” You bowed at the two high ranking gentlemen.
“I'm definitely going to give you a recommendation, Hú dié!” Fuyu smiled at you.
“You flatter me, Lord Fuyu. I only gave you another option to ponder over.”
“Meals are on me.” Fuyu laughed.
“Lord Fuyu, ah … Never mind. Shall I play a song for you instead?” You were about to remind him that it would be an additional price, though. You’ll just tell your Mada to try and lessen the pay.
“Yes, please. Hú dié.”
“Of course.” Once you played the Zither after folding the sleeves a bit, you specialized in the Liyue style of music. Never forgetting where you hailed from, even if they tried to mold you into this ‘perfect’ woman they idealized. Or were you just scared of change and trying to convince yourself that you’ll be unrelenting as the mountains?
That thought haunted your very being to this day, revealing such sadness hidden within the upbeats of the strings. Each note made it look like you’re just caressing it. You will have to apologise for ruining the music to them.
“No need to be sorry, Hú dié. You played wonderfully, here a toast as your first customer in the industry!”
“Thank you, truly sir.”
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3rd meeting
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“Greetings, Lord Harbinger.” You bowed and greeted him by the door after closing. “Thank you for requesting me.”
“I wanted to thank you for the suggestion, and answers to a few questions.”
“You may, my Lord. But fair warning, I cannot speak what I shouldn’t voice out.”
“That’s a pity, oh well. What can you tell me about your madam?”
Think carefully of your words, since the reputation of your madam is on the line. “Lady Wong is an honorable one, she has connections nearly all over the country and this tea house is only one of the many branches of the Wong wealth.”
“You’re from Liyue, no?” He gambled a guess.
“That is correct, I do not come from here. I am grateful to my Mada who let me serve under her wing.”
“Servitude relationship?” Another assumption by the banker.
“If you look at it in a stranger’s view, yes. But I owe alot to her.” That is no lie, Lord Shingo could attest to that . “Would you like me to offer you some tea? I still owe you one from a while ago.”
“I AM a tad curious about one of your specialties, Hú dié.”
“I will begin, Lord Harbinger.” Smiling before gathering the necessary items for the tea ceremony. It's a somewhat long process, while along the way you taught him how to enjoy fresh grind tea. “The locals here preferred the taste as is, but you may add some sweetness to it. If you want, I know of a place where we could have some traditional sweets.” Offering your service again.
“That would be lovely, Hú dié.”
“Since this is your first time as my guest, I’ll tell Mada to not charge you for it.” Knowing how they charge for a ‘party’.
“Do you do this to all of your guests?” Pantalone’s voice lace with a tease but his smile tells a different story.
“It depends on the customer, just think of it as an ‘Inazuman’ welcome from me.” He pondered over it.
“I’ll look forward to it.”
You and him spend a wonderful time at a local but popular sweet shop. “My apologies if it’s not up to your standards, Lord Harbinger.”
“Oh no, it's alright. It is quite the experience, miss Hú dié.”
“Thank you for visiting me, Lord Harbinger.”
“Please, call me Pantalone when we’re alone.”
“Of course, Pantalone.”
But that wasn’t the end of your meeting with him, even though your tiny fan base. You’re still making enough cash to meet your quota. At least no tea grinding for you.
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?th meeting
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Another day to be spent with a certain Harbinger today, he made a rather strange request to let you wear something else. "The 9th Harbinger had told me to hand this to you when he arrived.” A servant gave you a set of clothes. Its material felt cool to the touch, subtle shimmer of the scarf’s fabric. “You have 1600 hours.” She notifies before leaving you to get ready.
Once worn, it dawned on you that the outfit is made out of silk… the highest quality of it. "Why would he… ?" Mumbling to yourself until a servant came in and told you that your guest had arrived. Climbing up the stairs, being careful to not disturb the others. “Greetings, Lord Harbinger.” Bowing to him at the door of the room before entering and closing it.
“Come in, come in, Hú dié. We have so much to discuss.” For some odd reason it made your gut wrenched, dismissing it the thought away. Thinking you’re just nervous.
“What would you like to talk about Lord Harbinger?”
“It's Pantalone, Hú dié.” He reminded, it felt odd not using any of the honorifics with guests like you’re trained to.
“Understood, Pantalone.”
"So Hú dié, how are you today?"
“Rather fine, though, you don’t have to let me wear something so extravagant.” With the long sleeves, you covered half of your face.
“And what’s wrong with being able to look nice? Here, a small token for helping in our arrangement.” He pulled out a clothed item and handed it over to you. Opening it, it reveals a silver hair ornament with a tinge of blue gems.
“I cannot accept this.”
“Nonsense, then think of it as my personal gift as an acquaintance of mine.”
“Here.” He went over to place it in her hair. “Looks wonderful.” Added, followed by a satisfied sigh.
“I humbly thank you again. Lord Harbinger Pantalone.” You went back to using honorifics and titles. Though, he seemed to be in a pleasant mood right now to notice it.
“Oh, that reminds me, I have recently procured a fresh batch of black currants from a partnered company. Will you give it a taste?” You had heard of the wild berries that garnered a few attention from wine brewers to create a new refreshing booze somewhere in Mondstadt. After he tries to convince you of tasting it, you try a handful of it.
"How sweet, yet so strange" You plop a few berries in, though noticed that the black currants had an odd aftertaste as soon as you bit it.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I shall procure more for you in the future.”
“Really, you don’t have to.”
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Xth meeting
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You haven’t been able to sleep properly afterwards, every movement given to you became taxing than the last. "You don't look so well… " Pantalone worried over you a few days ago,
"I'm fine, just a little woozy." (e/c) looking over to the opened window.
'I wonder what it's like to fall off a building?' Mind, mortified at your own thoughts.
"We could continue this another time if you want to rest." Pantalone placed his hand on yours, making you flinch at the contact. ‘Would he like bite marks?.’
“N-no, you came all this way to see me, it would be rude of me to shoo you away.” It isn’t like you to be this… Expressive.
“ Have you always had these… Things on?” Curiously, moving his hand from yours to touch the black speckled earring that latched onto your ear.
“The one who helped me lent me it.” He hummed, leaning closer for closer inspection. “Ah, lord Pantalone. Would you like for me to dance for you?” Hoping to transfer the attention to something else, especially when he’s being charged per hour. The consistent woe wormed insistently to your brain. Those closed eyed expressions show no signs of social cues. Though all he gave is an exasperated sigh, with the wave of his hand, he allowed you to do as you pleased.
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?? Meeting
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Again, he had requested you. This time he brought you outside of the tea house once more. It's growing late with some of the people retreating to their homes. Stopping at a wooden bridge with the view of the rising moon.
"Pantalone… You can’t request me again after this.” You looked at him dead straight in the eye, trying to hold back some tears. You could hear them, those damnable whispers that tempt you.
The raven haired Harbinger stood there in silence, trying to process what the young entertainer had said. “What..?” He felt your dainty hand caressing his cheek. Your eyes trailed down to his neck, another utter within your mind had tried to nudge you in a certain direction.
You gulp in anticipation, pulling your hand back before another intrusive thought enters your mind. “You can't love me, I'm chained to my occupation. All those words and praises are just part of my job." The 9th Harbinger tried to hold your hand, only for you to give him a wide berth. You had to do this, NEED to.
“This isn’t over.” He declared, face twisted in anger, looking at you but the geisha already left.
“Goodbye, My Lord Harbinger.” Whispering into the wind as voices in your mind grew louder to turn back and push him off the bridge.
'Failure… Failure… Failure!'
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??? meeting
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After that, you've been relieved from being a Geisha, and decided to work as a tea grinder or servant rather so you and him wouldn’t meet. Or so you thought he would give up, but here you are, trapped between the kitchen counter and him.
"Greetings, lovely night. Isn't it?" 'Kill', the only thought that runs through your head once you see him. Head pulsating, commanding you to bend to its will. You could feel your ear getting warm.
" Lord Pantalone, I told you: we cannot meet." He had his hands on either side, leaving no egress for you. Hahahaha! I wonder how tasty his blood could be?
" Shh, be a quiet little gem. Or else they'll hear us." You could have sworn he'd hear the beating of your own heart as well, squeezing as if to threaten you to do the whims of your dark ‘desires’.
Pantalone snapped you out of it when he mentioned your Matron's title"-I waited long enough for you. Me and that Madam of yours talked earlier."
‘Choke him… He might look cute with it.’ That thought made you teared up
" Ah.. " a blush crept to your face, his head going close to your neck.
" Stay still." He commanded. (e/c) widen the moment you gaze at your dominant hand reaching in to grab the knife that you were cutting veggies earlier.
Adrenaline flowed through your veins. "Stop!" Your wails of agony echoed in the room. Using your body to push away the stunned bifocal man. " Pantalone, get away from me!" The tempo of your heart raced even more once you had seen the work you had done to protect him. Tears fell down your face as your own hand stabbed the possessed arm. Impaling his gift hairpin deeper into your shoulder. Delirious, as the buzzing dark hymns try to implore you to bend to their will. "Shut up, shut up shuddup!"
Shouts of his bodyguards grew near. Wails formed from your mouth unlike ever before heard in the settlement, falling over to the ground. Red fluid escaped from your shoulder, digging the pin deeper as your haunted body re-attempts to assassinate your dear patron, your friend.
Jaw quivers as you let out a screech, feeling hands all over your body to restrain you. Muddled voices that mend together. ‘Unloved?’, it irked you to no end as the mind-numbing darkness swallowed you whole. Leaving you a bloody mess under the distraught guest, Pantalone.
~ Brief pov swap~
“So you basically kidnapped her?” Dottore seemed miffed, examining the tiny thing that unlatched from the rogue geisha.
“In my defense, she attacked me, so I have the right to investigate.” Pantalone replied.
“Sure, whatever, this doesn’t seem like a genuine Kodoku, it crumbles too easily.”
“You sure know this.” looking at the littered documents that sprawled all over the table and down on the floor next to it.
“But of course I have knowledge of this. I am curious on how it was developed and have a person under your control. Though alas, I have no leads for it. At least, not a live one that's for sure. " Chuckling to himself as the dreadful Doctor faces the Regrator, “I do not have sufficient funds for it if you wish for me to pursue that trail.” Of course, he would want more.
“How could someone obtain it?”
Mask face showed a frown of displeasure. “That’s the same question I’ve asked every alchemist- no, lunatics I’ve found. Their answers are all similar; ‘ love’.” That’s saying something if the loon doctor dubbed them so.
“And here I thought you’d have answers.”
Walking towards his work bench, Dottore spoke. “Even a Summa Cum Laude could fail a simple entrance exam..”
“Maybe I should have asked Sandrone instead.” That made the Doctor stop in his tracks.
“You keep that hussy out of this.” Hissed the red eyed doctor, true they have been partners in a few projects. But to imply a mere puppeteer is more superior than him, think again.
Pantalone gave a rather mocking smile that thinned and reached his ears. “Oh? Is the wise doctor so afraid of a little filly outsmarting him?”
“Zip that mouth lover-boy. This research would take a bit, but I’m sure Zeta wouldn’t mind figuring it out.” The cyan haired man huffs, placing the shattered pill size poison on a piece of cloth then pocketing it. Not even Pantalone is sure if the person before him is the Doctor himself or not.
“Do you have any idea on how to obtain it?” Asking again, like a child stuck in a question cycle. The outcast flared his nose, Dottore tossed his research papers from a desk at the banker. It’s five pages long, and the majority of it is crossed out words and scribbled nonsense.
“Now, leave me in peace. I wish to have alone time with my newest creation.” Ah, yes. ‘Creation’ one that spells abomination down to the poor souls of the icy nation.
“Your handwriting is as terrible as always.“ The wealthy man complained.
“Oh.” Unhinged man let out a little titter, “How insensitive of me, I did not think of those who cannot fathom my wits.”
“Listen here you-!” Pantalone was about to shout profanities at the wise doctor of Snezhnaya until a harsh knock on the door interrupted their spat.
“Lord Harbinger Pantalone, we have found the suspect!”
The fox-faced business man clicked his tongue. “Tch, rough them up before I get there. Keep them barely alive!” Looking back at the documents, there’s something about this ‘Kodoku’ having various forms, including gas. “Hmm…”
~You~ (After two weeks)
“Mm?” Groaning as your arm seems to ache, remembering that moment with Pantalone. A tear escaped your eye while your head felt like it’ll split open the moment you tried to sit up. Picking things up with your injured dominant hand proves to be a trial as it jitters before the item falls out of your grasp. The room's clean, obviously it isn't yours since it’s vastly different from the nation of eternal traditional style. Observing your wound that’s been patched up, and your clothes too have changed into a simple, long, night robe.
The door opened, revealing Pantalone “____, are you feeling well?” Out of fear, you move your body towards the bed's headboard, your back meets the cold metallic frame. Apologies after apologies, you desperately tried to put space between you and him. A sad look appeared on his face as he neared you. “It’s alright, you aren’t going to hurt me. And I know that.” sitting down on the plush bed that you're on.
Eyes bawled out streams of tears as dark thoughts invaded your mind once more. “Pantalone, just please. Don’t come any closer!”
Twitchy hands, flinched at the notion of the black haired man holding your hand. “See, you can’t hurt me. Please, tell me what happened.”
Grotesque images of various scenarios danced around your mind. “It- just won’t leave me alone!” Swatting his hands away from you, that feeling of warm blood coated your hand haunts you as if to embrace this ill-thoughts.
“Shh, shhh, I’m here. Please, talk to me and everything will be alright.” Pantalone captured your helpless, frail, body in his embrace. Sobs escaped from you, all those years of training to show no emotion, wasted on a failure like you.
Ugly tears fell and unto the luxurious coat that he often wears. “Please tell me it isn’t real. That you’re not just some sick joke…” He petted your hair, trying to calm you down.
A smile creeped up on his face. “I promise, my little gem. I am real, alive and well thanks to you. You may rest easy, my love.”
“Pantalone…”
He leans in to kiss you, stiffening at his sudden behavior, “Do you need further proof than that?” Speechless, he only chuckled at your response. Finding it your puffy red eyes, mixed with muddled bafflement. “ I honestly doubt you’ll be welcomed back at the tea house after that. Why don’t you stay for a while? And I’ll help you get some help.”
“But, I’ll just be a burden to you.” True, but with no home. And no definitive skills for any work outside the tea house, you’re good as dead in the working world.
“Dear, if you were. I wouldn’t be treating you like this.” He got you there, knowing this man wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I was recommended this type of incense to ease the mind. Would you like to join me?” Pantalone smiled.
(the dessert scene) / r18+!
The sweet scent invaded your nose as you felt so relaxed under his touch. “See? You just needed to wash your stress away…” Pantalone insisted that you should lean on him. Everything felt fuzzy, warm and sticky. You tried to talk but it only fell upon deaf ears.
“That feels good, right?” He rubbed your shoulders, his hands drifting down to your chest soon enough, groping you. Pantalone smiles triumphantly as he sees how dazed his beloved entertainer is. “Don’t worry, there’s more to it than that, my dear gem. I won’t lose you like last time." Feeling his fingers pressing up against your clothed pussy, chuckling when you try to lean closer to his hand. "So eager." Kissing the side of your head before teasing you, taking his time.
"P-pant…!” You groaned as your muscles ease up. Drool drips down from your chin, earning a chuckle from him.
“I told you to be patient.” He chastised you as he pinched your nipple and leaned down to lick the other one after adjusting both of your positions. Your melodious moans are music to his ears.
Breath hitched, feeling his trousers tighten underneath you. “Sing more, my gem. Praise me, love me, worship me.” His tongue left your tit for that prize he set his eyes upon. Letting your upper body lay upon the bed, knowing full well you wouldn’t resist this.
Now he’s towering over you, taking off the coat, jacket, everything followed by stripping you down naked. Taking a moment or two to fully save the scene in front of him. Pulling on your thighs, bringing you closer to him. You could feel the warm and twitching cock that’s on top of your wet cunt.
“P-pwehse …!” You sobbed in feverish need of him in you. Any rational thinking had been thrown out of the window by now. He chortles and kisses those tears away, your arms wrapped around his neck.
"Of course, anything for you my gem." His eyes met with yours, those odd shaped pupils taking form. He relishes in the rush feeling as he rubbed his shaft on your aching little bud then shoving his own tip in you, panting. Your warm walls squeezing him tight and snug.
In a few moments, he grabbed your legs and had it over his shoulders to have a better angle. "You're mine… mine … mine … mine!" He moans every time his hips meet with yours. The squelching noises grew louder. Your hands pulled him closer kissing him, swirling your tongue together, ragged breathing became apparent that you're nearing your end. Pantalone hurried and chase his own pleasure.
Unaware of a third person by the door observing the two beyond their door, writing on their paper. Undisturbed of the grunts that resonated from their test subjects' intense love-making. " Due to the subject being vulnerable to the first dose of Kodoku, they're easily susceptible to the incense. Though it is unclear if they are still under the effects of the first drug. Further research is needed.” They concluded before hearing the poor girl letting out a loud cry of pleasure.
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A/N: please do tell me if you want the after story and or Pantalone’s side of the story. Criticism is often welcome, but if it’s about the accuracy of the Geisha occupation, not that.
“This could have gone better, my dear Puppeteer. Or have those thoughts gotten to you again?” - Scribe
