#pantalone fatui

[genshin-side-piece]

I can't get the idea of being trapped between Pantalone and Varka out of my head.

NSFW Under the Cut

Pantalone who has taken you on as an amusement while he's stationed in Nod Krai. He keeps you comfortable, drapping you in furs, and jewels and fine silks. He makes sure you have a warm meal and a soft bed at the ready for whenever he wishes to share it with you. He always leaves you satisfied, but it's only on the very edge of it. For all his talk of equivalent exchange, it often feels as if his pleasure comes before yours and his satisfaction is what matters the most.

Then there's Varka, who is rough and ready and prepared to take Pantalone's place by your side whenever your benefactor is indisposed. Varka who makes you smile and laugh. Who tells you stories of his homeland. Who makes you long for the safety and comfort of it's rolling hills and peaceful meadows. Varka, who seizes every chance he can to dive head first between your legs without abandon; greedily licking and sucking at you like a man possessed. His blocky calloused hands running all over your soft body as he brings you to climax after climax. He gives you the most mind numbing, toe curling pleasure you've ever had, often leaving you spent and exhausted; his c*m dripping all over Pantalone's expensive sheets. There's always a boyish smirk that follows the sight. One that always proves that Varka is neither sorry for what he's done, or that you have any real way to stop him from doing it again. Especially not when you so easily open your legs for him the second Pantalone's back is turned.

To be trapped between those two. It would be hell Pantalone discovers what's really going on. To earn a harbinger's ire, especially one known for extracting blood and tears as payment would have no end, but damn the ride before you get there would be fun.

[valberryelixier]

Pantalone headcanons

Credit to Chieu.tatami on twitter 💜💜

You and Pantalone were close, close enough to be on talking terms and occassional tea. Maybe you were wrong but you could read through him and his facade, his indifferent attitude and lust for money was but a mask. One to protect himself from things he considers unbeneficial.

But thoughts are not always true afterall, maybe these thoughts were what you wished. When you worked alongst him you started gaining feelings towards him. Of course, you knew it was impossible between him and his job something like romance would never work.

"Ms y/n, Lord Pantalone requests your presence", your assistant said. It snapped you back to reality, what were you even thinking?

You knocked on his office door, money was no problem for you but you certainly were far from equal to him in terms of moras. His office proved so, the grand entrance, a wooden door carved by the finest artist in inazuma, plated with gold and the handle made of pure gold. Not to mention the interior which was luxurious but not overwhelming. It surely showed off his wealth but it wasn't tacky, more so elegant. The intricate carvings on the ceiling and the murals on the windows were just a background that made his wooden desk shine.

His desk was neat, papers stacked accordingly and not a single thing out of place. His smile plastered on his face eternal, he stood up and greeted you, "Well, hello y/n it has certainly been a long time, how was fontaine? You certainly kept me waiting, not replying to my letters" he chuckled.

Arrogant, you thought, but you loved that about him. You stared at him, unintionally but everything about him seemed so intentional from his perfume that smelled woody and the coats he wore made of the finest materials.

"Cat got your tounge?"

Have you been staring too long? You didnt even realize. You couldnt hold this anymore, you needed to do something desperately. Your feelings were overflowing and passion burnt out from your heart. Its no lie that you love him, it wasn't just a crush it was truly love.

"Its hard to be around you when i like you and i know you dont feel the same way", you said meekly. Maybe you shouldnt have, what if it ruined everything you had. Or what if he thought of you as a fool.

"I know darling, don't mistake me for a fool, i see the way you look at me every time" he smiled, but it was a genuine one not just the cunning smile he put on display for business. He was a proud man, he thought he would never say it back so thats all he said.

"You may leave now, if thats all"

What? Was this all a game, a joke to entertain him? He was the one who called you, was this the reason? All sorts of questions rushed to your brain and you wanted to run out, anywhere but near him.

You walked towards the door slowly, hiding how hurt you felt, the fact that he barely acknowledged you and told you to go as if it meant nothing. But something stopped you, maybe he regretted it. Pantalone held your hand in a bruising grip right as you were about to touch the door handle, he stepped closer to you. Enough to feel his warm breath.

"What? You didnt think id let you go so easily wouldnt you?"

He caged you around his arms and helf your waist, he hesitated but soon lust overcame him, his lips nearing towards your own catching it into a deep passionate kiss.

"Open up", he demanded. You slowly opened your mouth to let his tounge explore your mouth. His tounge reached every corner of your mouth while his hands rubbed your hips. The kiss ended with the both of you gasping for air.

He smirked at you, his eyes full of passion still. "Lets continue this elsewhere shal we"

[rileythelonelyalien]

Pantalone x GN!Reader (a scarf? for me?)

A/N: hello!! I've had this particular fic in the works for a super long time and I finally had the motivation to finish it: this is a fic that is similar to the Dottore one I wrote a few months back its about Pantalone this time however and the reader makes him a scarf!!

My posts are most likely going to take much longer to write now since I have a lot of assignments that I have to work on for Sixth form which is kind of a bummer but I will try to post whenever I can!!! anyways I hope you enjoy this Fic :D (fic is under the cut)

Want to read the dottore version ?

You knew your lover enjoyed spending his fortune as well as indulging in on the luxuries of life , every piece of clothing had to be of the highest quality , no matter the price. However quality and aesthetic did not necessarily mean that the garment would be functional as intended. You recall the time you had forgotten your scarf behind whilst going out into town with Pantalone and he lent you his, unfortunately it did not do much to help as the scarf itself was quite thin and thus did not work as intended. Ever since that had happened you had watched each time your lover would leave and put on that very same scarf the lack of warmth it provided him concerned you deeply and it began to plague your mind for extended periods of time. It eventually gets to the point where you decided you will have to solve this issue by your own accord : now you did not have nearly enough mora to get him a similar scarf with a better thickness so you did the next best thing that came to min which was make him a handmade knitted scarf. Surely this would be better than that sorry excuse of a scarf he had currently.

Fortunately for you , before Pantalone had taken you with him to the palace you quite often would knit your own garments to wear all the time so you still had a bunch of left over materials that you had left over that you had stored in a safe place for until you decided to use them again. You spend quite a bit of time sorting out through all the materials you had and selecting the few yarns that would be high enough quality and yet still thick enough to actually hold up its purpose to be used for his scarf , once you had narrowed the selection of yarn you had begun to knit the scarf was one of the most simplest garments to knit therefore it wouldn't take long for you to finish it , Pantalone’s long hours at his office also world to your advantage as it would give plenty of time to be able to focus on this mini project of yours. As you sat there knitting you would often think about what your lover's reaction might be to receiving something like this , he had always been the one providing you with lavish gifts and you could only gratefully accept his show of affection , although it's not as materialistically valuable as the gifts he gives you it still shows your adoration towards him no?  

Soon enough with only a few days of work on this project you had finished it to your own standard of perfection, feeling quite fulfilled having finished a piece in such a timely manner even if it was a simple garment, it was still an achievement worth feeling good about. However, you decided against giving Pantalone his gift to him straight away, instead you were going to wait for the perfect opportunity to be able to present your gift to him. With fate on your side barley any time had passed before the perfect opportunity had shown itself and now it was time for action. Pantalone had entered your shared bedroom in order to retreat for the day , his face softens once he sees you contempt , laying on the bed. You noticed his presence and quickly got out of bed in order to meet him , running over towards him and throwing yourself into his embrace. 

You can feel his laughter reverberate through your ears as your body shakes along with his chest as he lets out a small laugh at how adorable he found your antics. He gently places a gloved hand atop of your head as he hums in content at the contact before letting out a dejected sigh ‘ my treasure, I'll be leaving tomorrow early in the morning as I have some business to attend to in one of the banks on the far side of Shneznaya … I’ll have to leave for the day I do hope you do not mind ?’ He let out the news he's been meaning to say and as soon as this leaves his lips you bring your head up from his chest to look up into his eyes ‘ Your leaving tomorrow?’ you question ‘indee-’ before Pantalone could even finish his sentence you dash out of his arms and for a moment, he is distraught as he feels like he had offended you in some sort of way , this was not the case. You quickly rummage through the things you kept under your bed until you are able to grab what you were searching for as soon as your fingers interlace with the garment you quickly make your way back to your lover. Your hands outstretched offering to take what was in your hands ‘I made this for you … I thought that your scarf its lovely but it's not good for its purpose , its thin and won't keep you warm and I worry that because of that it will make you more prone to illness if you're constantly traveling like that and I couldn't let that happen so here’ as soon as you finish your small ramble you proceed to motion for Pantalone to take the scarf. You watch as your lover does something quite particular , he proceeds to take of his gloves before even going to even touch the garment. After he had taken his gloves however, he gently takes the item out of your hands , running his fingers across the surface and even holding it up to his eyes seemingly examining the work that had been put into the creation of this scarf. His actions seem to make you feel bashful as your gaze lowers as you try to avoid Pantalone's eyes contact. However, his silence seems to be telling to how he feels : he was truly enamoured that you had managed to create such a beautiful item in his eyes and still preserve it initial purpose. He truly admired the work and effort you had put into this scarf. Furthermore, the reason behind why this scarf was even created in the first place absolutely melted his heart , he had gotten used to a life of which ‘kindness’ always came with a price , not one thing came for free there was always the expectation of a reward or pay-back. Yet this was a symbolism of how you would do something unconditionally for him out of your own love for him and that was much richer than anything that could be bought with mora. 

After the prolonged silence and examination of your scarf Pantalone hands you the scarf as he smiles at and proceeds to ask ‘My treasure , do you think you could wrap this scarf for me?’ His voice low and comforting showing how this gesture had taken effect on him. You smile as you oblige his request , he leans forward so that you are able to reach his neck as you gently wrap him in the scarf to be snug against his neck keeping him warm and serving as protection from the harsh Shneznayan winds. Just before you could step away from him Pantalone catches you by the waist and bring you into a loving kiss ‘thank you dearest , truly you never fail to surprise me day after day ‘ he smiles as his hand gently caresses your face, he was clearly admiring your features absolutely infatuated with you and the things you do for him. He has never felt richer than he did in that very moment. 

[archonsoflove]

Hi! I'm here to request a x reader fic (its for myself, cause I'm not having the greatest time right now hehe)

Can you write a fic about reader went into a haunted house with her friends just to adventure and take some valuables, but they got lost in the long hallways while trying to steal some jewelry in a random room. Then Vampire! Pantalone decided to play with this new prey of his since it's rare for him to take interest in any human

I prefer fem reader, smut (predator and prey, humiliation, dub-con)

I really hope you would like this trope, cause I've been thinking about this for weeks

You can make any changes if you want to, anything suits your style

Thank you, take care✌️

The Red Mansion

Vampire! Pantalone x Female! Treasure Hoarder Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, DubCon Implied, Biting, Marking, Mentions of Blood

Word Count: 2k

© @archonsoflove, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

It was time. Your pocket watch glinted in the pale moonlight as you checked the hour. Midnight. To the tee. The moon was full over Mount Aocang and your group was ready to head out into the forest below. The air was cool and came out in small clouds past your chapped lips. It was now or never.

“Let’s go on ahead!” you called to the others over your shoulder, already trudging into the forestry.

The tapestry above you rang out with the songs of birds nesting for the evening. Bats skittered across the sky and dove down, catching their prey. A chill crept up your spine. Bats were the least of your worries now…

“Getting cold feet?” Michael, a fellow hoarder, bumped his shoulder into yours teasingly.

“Ah ha,” you forced a laugh. “Not at all. Just a bit shocked that we’re actually going through with this.”

“We do need the money,” he shrugged, his eyes sad and understanding…and was that sympathy?

He was right, though. Your family awaited your return to the Sumeru deserts. And their wages would only hold them out for so long…

The wind whispered past you as you walked along the path; the looming peaks above you giving you vertigo. Knowing these mountains knew so much, and held so much age, made you feel incredibly small.

“They said the mansion should be around here somewhere,” Hashime, your leader, mumbled to himself.

“I think I see something up ahead.” Your eyes caught a sliver of colour in the distance. The Red Mansion. That was what everyone was after these days. Intel had informed your group, for a large price, that the Mansion was at the foot of a mountain near Mount Aocang. But they had warily given over the location.

“There are rumours amongst the villagers that something strange lives within that house. Something that isn’t human,” the Treasure Hoarder had told your group, his eyes wide.

“It is common knowledge that the adepti wander around these mountains,” you had brushed him off. “I highly doubt they will see us as a threat to Liyue.”

The Red Mansion came into view now. It was a sight for sore eyes to say the least. Your breath caught in your throat. Was it from fear or excitement? You weren’t able to tell.

Mist crept up the sides of the Mansion, a soft embrace encased in moonlight. It was beautiful.

“Here we go boys.” Adjusting your pack on your shoulders, you made your way to the door.

The handle was dusty on your fingertips, and the door opened, letting out a gust of cold air. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Compared to the natural chill of a spring evening, this was somehow a darker type of ice.

“You two take this floor, I’ll take the next,” you said over your shoulder, not daring to look back. You knew you would hightail out of here if you did.

The Red Mansion was definitely living up to its name. Red cherry wood furnishing lay under white sheets, and a vase of fresh, crimson roses lay on a glass table.

“For a haunted mansion, this looks quite lived in to me,” you murmured to yourself, fingers running along the glass table as you walked by it, to the room at the back.

Who dares to trespass into my home?

A male voice caressed your ears sweetly just as your hands grasped the handle. You gasped, whirling around.

“Why, out of all things, I never expected a human to wander in here.” The man raised a lithe finger to push up his glasses. Delicate jewels hung from either side, catching the light and shining beautifully.

“Um…-“

“Don’t even start,” the man waved you off, a sigh leaving his lips. “I know exactly why you are here, darling.”

Your back was against the door you were previously trying to open, the man before you stepping closer with every word he said. His eyes glimmered predatorily in the dark.

He bent down, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you know what is through that door?”

“No,” you whispered, not knowing why you were being so quiet. You should have been calling for help.

“Oh?” a hand came to rest on the wall beside your head, his other hand coming up to grasp your chin lightly. “And why don’t I believe you?”

His ghost fanned your lips, his nose close enough to touch yours. His eyes narrowed and a gasp caught in your throat as you saw the red swimming in his violet eyes, consuming them whole.

“You’re-you’re-“

“A vampire?” He let out a sinister chuckle at that, his canines showing, sharp and white. “I thought you had already noticed something odd about me.”

A gloved hand grasped your hand quick enough for it to hurt.

“I could smell you from the doorway,” he hissed breathily, his tongue tracing your pulse on your wrist. “Your friends are nothing compared to you. But you know this already, I am sure?”

“How did you…how did you know?” you were stunned, eyes wide. No one knew. Was the blood running through your veins so different?

He took a deep breath and leaned forward again, staring so deeply into your eyes that you felt dizzy. You were supposed to be afraid, but those crimson eyes sunk into your soul and clawed at the parts of you that many never dared to seek out.

“Such a beautiful specimen, and such a young half-breed Oni.”

Your blood ran cold, the feeling of his fingers grazing the nape of your neck making your skin crawl.

“Don’t be so surprised,” he murmured, fangs grazing your jawline. “Your scent is sweet, and tempting. It has been a long time since I have had your kind cross paths with me.”

“I should leave then,” you managed to spit out, venom seeping into your shaky words. You sounded weak. frail. Vulnerable.

“So soon?” Hands shot out to push your shoulders hard against the door. “It has been so long since I have had company. You will stay a while.”

Your eyes couldn’t leave his. It was an order. He had given you an order and you had to obey. Your instincts screamed at you to run. But you were long gone, into a state of dazedness this creature had set you in.

Going limp in his arms, he reached behind you to open the door. Half holding you up, you fell into what was most definitely a study. A warm fireplace for light, lamps on the hardwood desk, and a long couch for leisure in the corner by the window.

You felt the silk cushions on the couch brush your skin as you were laid down.

“As you should know, vampires feed on others,” he started, sounding as if he were a lecturer, and you were his doting apprentice. “And you are no different than a human in this sense.”

On your back, he hovered over you now, a finger tracing down your neck and a hand sprawled across your chest.

“I am going to devour you whole, darling.”

His sultry voice sank you deeper into a hypnotised state. You felt his hands run up and down the sides of your body. You were trapped. His prey.

“This might hurt. But I’ll look after you. You have my word.”             

Hands gripped tightly to your hips. Teeth sunk into your neck with a dull throb of pain.

“What-what are you doing to me?” you managed to choke out, your breath airy.

You couldn’t move an inch. His hands found their way to your thighs, gripping harshly. A gasp left your lips. Your head felt light. You couldn’t think of anything else but his body over yours.

“Hush, now.” A gentle nudge of his nose against yours had your eyes opening to meet his.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as he spoke, watching his tongue collect the drops of blood that had escaped his mouth.

“Hmm?” he inched back a bit, on his haunches above you now.

“You’ll be quite surprised to see how wonderful I can make this experience for you. My sweet darling, relax.”

He emphasized his last words with a shove to your thighs, pushing them apart. Your eyes widened in shock as nimble fingers undid your traveling pants, pushing them down mid-thigh.

“Now…” his eyes wandered over your body sprawled out beneath him, crimson gaze ravenous, “where were we?”

With a sharp intake of breath, he gripped your wrist again.

“Remember,” he whispered against your fingers, “relax for me.”

You did anything but as teeth sunk into your wrist, the skin thinner and more sensitive there. An unwilling moan left your lips as his other hand gently grazed your clothed sex. You were floating, far, far away, the only thing anchoring you down being the ebbs of pleasure flowing through your veins in waves.

 His fingers deftly slid below your undergarments, pressing and circling your clit just right. Again and again and again. An unvoluntary shiver racked through you. Pantalone hummed, licking at your wrist, eyes never leaving yours.

Just when your vision grew faint around the edges, you felt him release your wrist from his hold. Your arm fell to your side uselessly, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. He hadn’t stopped touching you. To your disgust you felt warm coiling tightly in your body.

“You’re close, aren’t you, hmm?” a smug smile fell into place, bloodstained lips stark against his teeth. “You did so well for me, so please, come for me.”

The combined shock of his command, with his fingers pressing harder onto your sex, and his teeth returning to your neck, your vision went white, warmth washing over your body as you came. A silent gasp shaped on your lips.

You don’t remember when you came to again. it could have been hours, minutes or seconds.

Your eyes opened a crack, flinching at the morning light shining brightly outside.

“I see you are finally awake.”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that smooth voice agan. Your eyes flicked over to see him in the corner of the study, in shadows. You had hoped it was all one terrible dream, yet here you were, on this couch, sprawled out, limbs aching.

“Who are you?” you managed to inquire, your voice cracked and raw.

“Pantalone,” was his short reply.

“And where have you-”

“The treasure?” he chuckled and shook his head. “My, after all this time, you still are quite stubborn, aren’t you?”

You should have felt ashamed, but you ignored the humiliation stirring in your gut. Standing up on shaky feet, you grasped the arm of the couch to keep yourself steady. The room swam before you as your vision tried to still itself.

“You are quite the delicacy,” he hummed in approval, a complacent smile in place. “It’s a shame you will have to leave so soon.”

“Where is it?” you snapped; patience thin. “You have taken me, violated me, and all I need to do is look after my family.”

Your voice shook. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

To your surprise, his eyes softened.

Leaning on the couch still to hold yourself up, you watched him with teary eyes. Your body ached. You were freezing and you wanted to leave.

Pantalone opened a drawer, rummaging around for a while before finding a small velvet box. He approached you as if you were a small deer, ready to flee at any moment.

It serves you right, you bastard, you thought to yourself.

“Take this.” He pressed the box into your hand. “You won’t find this Cor Lapis anywhere else. It’ll provide you with enough Mora for ten lifetimes over.”

A scoff left your mouth as you opened the box. Two Cor Lapis earrings sat on the velvet cushioning. He wasn’t lying. This was high grade. The finest grade, at that.

You pocketed the box and met his eyes.

“This won’t make me forgive you. I hope we never cross paths again, Pantalone.”

His name was like poison on your tongue, leaving a bitter taste in its wake as you walked out the door and back into the world waiting for you outside.

The rumours turned out to be true in the end. The  Red Mansion truly was haunted.

MASTERLIST

[ciciaraaraujo]

Not the best, but I'm not a "Genshin Impact character desinger expert" but at least I tried This is how I'm gonna draw him in my AU for now on, I'm planning a lot of things for these 3 so stay tuned!

a little bonus:

[jojogoesadventuring]

I don't rmb if I ever posted this hehehe Baizhu and Pantalone X spiderman meme

[nowodle-cat]

Enough said

[osirexofficial]

✦ I really liked the design of the avatar for a custom Yan Fei in the style of Fatui 🎭🔥🔶