#theharbingerhouse

[teaberrii]

The VIP

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3

A special chapter featuring you and Pantalone.

When your aunt asks you to make a quick delivery, the last thing you’re expecting is standing in front of a shirtless man. But, sure enough, here you are, standing in front of a tall man wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

You quickly look down, your face turning red. “I—um—I—”

He looks at you curiously as he casually dries his black hair swept to one side. Then, he sees the small package in your hands. “Oh, you must be Tsaritsa’s niece.” His voice is so smooth it takes you by surprise. You don’t see it, but he smiles at you. “I’m sorry. Please wait a moment.” Then, as you calm your racing heart, the door opens again. This time, he’s wearing round glasses and dressed in a collared shirt and dark pants that hug his lean build nicely. He steps aside. “Please come in.” You do so and are amazed at the scenery outside his window. A perfect view of the sea. “Would you like something to drink?”

You turn around. “Oh, no, I’m okay. I’m just here to help drop something off.” You raise the package slightly and put it on the counter just as the man gets you a glass of water. Once he sets it on the coffee table, you’re about to speak when he says, “Will you be so kind to keep me company? I’ve heard a lot about you from Tsaritsa. She brags about you like you’re her own daughter.”

“Ah, yes, so I’ve heard,” you say, remembering your conversations with the young managers.

The man walks towards you. “You can call me Pantalone.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

When he smiles, you can’t help but do the same. “Likewise.” Then, he extends his hand out to you. “Come. Let’s talk. I’d like to learn more about you.”

You take it, and he leads you to the couch. He sits adjacent to you, listening to you talk after asking his questions. There’s something about this man that makes you comfortable. Perhaps it’s his low, smooth voice. Or the way he’s so attentive with his body language. Or, maybe it’s just that God damn smile. Whatever it is, you’re already reeled in. He casually asks about your life, knowing when to not overstep his boundaries. But, you strangely don’t mind. In the end, he became one of the few people to know about your failed engagement a few years ago.

“I’m over it now,” you say.

“I’m sure it wasn’t easy,” he says kindly. You give him a small smile. “Would you mind if I say a few words?”

“Not at all.”

Then, he leans toward you, and your heart races unexpectedly. “A beautiful and intelligent woman like you deserves a man worthy of your calibre.” He smiles and puts a hand on your cheek. Is this going where you think it’s going? Pantalone slowly brings you closer to him. “Because you’re too good to pass up, love.” His lips lightly brush against yours, and your grip on your pants tightens. You never expected his lips to be this soft. Then, a sudden knock at the door makes you pull away. Pantalone chuckles lowly. “...I guess now is not the time.”

He stands and goes to open the door as you try to stop your face from turning red. You reach for your untouched glass of water when you hear, “Oh, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” You stand and see your aunt at the door. She looks past Pantalone and smiles at you. “Thanks for helping out, dear.”

“I wouldn’t mind if she comes again,” Pantalone says. You can’t believe how casual he sounds, especially when he almost kissed you. But, then, he turns back to you. “...What do you say?”

“Ah, um, yes, I—”

“You’ll see her plenty,” your aunt responds. She gestures for you to follow her. “Come, come. There’s a special event going on tonight.” Then, she looks at Pantalone. “You’ll also be there, won’t you?”

“Of course.” You step outside the room and hear Pantalone say, “I hope to see you again soon.”

You turn back and see him smiling at you. “Y-yes, you too!”

Then, your aunt ushers you away. You thought the managers were a little much, but now even the guests have you flustered because all you can think about is that low chuckle and his soft lips.

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The Harbinger House (Dark ver.)

A sudden downpour. A disembodied voice. A mysterious mansion. Now, you’re stuck with three mysterious beings who refuse to let you leave. Welcome to the Harbinger House, love.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader Pantalone/Reader

Also cross-posted on Ao3

With your jacket over your head, you keep running and running as the rain pours around you. One of your boots sinks into a deep puddle, but you don’t stop. Thunder sounds, and you close your eyes as the rain blurs your vision. When you open them again, you see an outline of a building in the distance. You stop, but only for a moment to catch your breath. As soon as you hear twigs snap behind you, you start running again.

“Where oh where are you, my sweet thing….”

The disembodied female voice sends a chill down your spine. You refuse to look behind you as you feel her presence getting closer and closer. You increase your pace and see that the building you saw earlier is a large, old mansion. As you get closer, the smell of musk gets stronger, and your hairs stand on end. You want to stop but can’t. You want to turn around but can’t. Something or someone is forcing you to this house. Before you know it, you’re standing at the gates without any control over your body. 

“...Welcome home.”

A gust of wind pushes you forward from behind. You know there’s no turning back. Yet, once you reluctantly push open the large, arched door, a sudden warmth hugs your body, and you step in without hesitation. Unlike the worn and dingy exterior, the interior is dimly lit with candles and a grand staircase that parts into two hallways on the second floor. The contrast baffles you... as if you’d step into a different universe.

Suddenly, you feel a cold presence behind you. And, before you know it, you’re facing a man with his hand around your neck. He lifts you off the floor, and you claw at his hand that has no intention of letting go.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

The Bermuda Triangle

Forever a Prisoner

Cat and Mouse

The Mad Scientist

The Black Butler

His

Too Good to be True

Quiet Zone

Two

Wet

A/N: This is like the parallel universe to the lighter version, which is already posted. That version has strictly fluff and feel-good content. This one will have more mature themes.

[teaberrii]

The Mad Scientist

A sudden downpour. A disembodied voice. A mysterious mansion. Now, you’re stuck with three mysterious beings who refuse to let you leave. Welcome to the Harbinger House, love.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Dark ver.) Also cross-posted on Ao3. Let me know if you'd like to be part of the tag list below :)

Tag list: @fxckingsimp

You arrive in a large chamber with three large, arched windows on the far wall where the full moon is fully visible in the middle window. Someone sits on a throne-like chair on an elevated surface below the windows. Their face is shrouded in shadow, but you speculate it’s a woman based on her elegant posture and figure. Tartaglia pushes you forward just as the mysterious being rises from her chair.

“Leave us.” The familiar voice startles you as it’s the same disembodied voice you heard in the forest before you entered this godforsaken place. A slight breeze brushes against your elbow. You turn around and see that the three men are gone. Then, just as you turn back, you’re staring into a pair of sparkling eyes that has you completely mesmerized. “...Welcome, child, to the Harbinger House.”

“Your voice… it’s—”

“The same as the one you heard in the forest?” The woman walks around you, her billowing white dress following behind her. “...You’re here for a reason.”

“I want to leave,” you say sternly, your eyes following her.

You don't see her small smile. “I guess our services haven’t been to your liking.”

Services? You want to ask if almost getting eaten by a child monster and denying guests to leave is considered a service. But, instead, you ask with heavy sarcasm, “What kind of services does a monster house have?”

She stops. Then, she snaps her fingers, and Dottore immediately appears in front of her. “...You called?” he asked.

With her hands behind her back, the woman says, “I don’t think our guest has been enjoying her stay here… do me a favour and attend to her needs, would you, Dottore?”

With a hand over his heart, Dottore bows. “...Of course, Tsaritsa.”

It takes Dottore a second to appear in front of you. You take a step back, but he takes his cape and wraps it around you.

You’re sitting on a cold exam table when you open your eyes. The room is dimly lit with only a few warm lights on the tall ceiling, but you can still see the shelves on the walls with various-sized jars holding liquids of all shades of colour.

You hear something bubbling. So, you turn around, and your face pales upon seeing Dottore enclosed in a human-sized tube filled with light blue liquid. Its eyes are closed, and an oxygen mask is attached to its face. While that’s horrific enough, there’s not one but many lined up against the wall behind you.

“Curious?”

You immediately turn back and see Dottore standing in front of you. “...What are those things?”

“Those ‘things’ are my clones.”

You’re about to jump off the table when Dottore suddenly puts his hands on either side of you, effectively caging you in. “...Leaving so soon? You just got here.”

"I'd rather not get murdered. Thanks."

You try to jump again, but Dottore stops you with his body. Your eyes widen when your head is against his toned chest. He slowly pushes you back and smiles at you. You don’t know where to look. Eventually, you settle for a corner in the wall until Dottore tilts your head back in his direction.

A sudden kiss lands on your lips, but it ends as quickly as it came. But then, your lips part and Dottore seizes the opportunity by kissing you again and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He swallows your muffled moans as his kisses get rougher and deeper.

One of his hands is on the back of your head, pushing you closer to him. Soon, your hands are on his broad shoulders, returning his hungry kisses with vigour. His other hand rests on your inner thigh, eventually touching your clothed sex.

When Dottore breaks away, he smirks. “...Seems like Tartaglia wasn’t enough to satisfy you.” He kisses you again, his tongue caressing your bottom lip. Then, he stops. “You taste delicious, love… I need more.”

You shamelessly allow him to remove your pants and underwear, and they fall to a pool at your feet. Dottore gets on a knee and kisses your inner thigh. He’s surprisingly gentle, unlike his appearance. His kisses travel higher and higher until you feel his tongue on your sex. You bite your bottom lip as he spreads your legs wider and rests them on his shoulders.

Then, the room becomes filled with your voice courtesy of his tongue. You look at the ceiling with your fists clenched as the pleasure builds and builds. As you feel that one last sensual stroke of his tongue, every nerve in your body buzzed—a sensuous scream. Then, you’re milking his tongue that’s still inside of you.

The aftereffects last for several minutes. His tongue slides out, eliciting one last soft moan from you. Then, he stands and captures your lips in a heated kiss. After multiple soft-lipped exchanges, he smirks as he pulls away. “How do you feel?”

Breathless. Wonderful. But you don't want to admit it. Dottore, on the other hand, already has an answer. First, he picks up your clothing and gives it to you. Then, as you're about to take it, you feel his hand gently stroking your back as he whispers, "...You may want to head to your room to clean yourself up. Unless you want me to do it for you."

With the last shred of dignity you have, you put on your clothes and quickly leave this strange room. But once you wander into the hallway, you stop. You have a room? Since when? You turn around, and your blood runs cold when you see the door you came from is gone.

Then, a voice comes behind you. “You look a little lost.”

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The Harbinger House (Light ver.)

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader

Childe/Reader

Dottore/Reader

Pantalone/Reader

This is insane. Seeing pictures online is one thing, but being here in person is an overwhelming experience. You're led to a luxurious room prepared by your aunt as soon as you arrive. You're about to leave when you hear a knock at the door. Once you open it, you see your aunt dressed in her usual elegant white dress that flows to her ankles. "It's great to see you, dear!" She hugs you tightly.

You see three young men wearing the same black and white uniform behind her. You quickly hug your aunt and say, "It's great to see you too."

"May we come in?"

You smile. "Do you even have to ask?"

Each man looks and smiles at you as they walk in, and you stiffen. Why are they all equally attractive? As she steps inside, she says, "Now, I know you'll figure this out eventually. But"—she gestures you to follow her to a large window that oversees the entire resort—"I thought I'd spare you that pain." She turns towards you and extends her arms. "The entire resort is separated into three main sections. Each of them is run by their own manager."

As she gestures to the three men, they simultaneously put a hand over their chest and bow at you. "Welcome to the Harbinger House, miss."

"Don't hesitate to let them know what you need," your aunt says. "They'll be pleased to help." Then, she walks towards the door with the managers following behind her. "Well, I'll let you get settled in. Don't forget about the guest dinner tonight." She winks at you. "Put on your best dress for the night!"

And then they are gone, leaving you stunned. This is going to be one heck of a vacation.

Meeting Scaramouche

Meeting Childe

Meeting Dottore

Baking with Scaramouche

Berry Picking with Childe

Billiards with Dottore

The VIP

Water Fights with Childe

Waterfall Hiking with Scaramouche

Watching the Fireworks with Dottore

Beach Volleyball and Underwater Kisses

Sick Day with Childe

A/N: This will be a collection of short moments between you and the three known Harbingers. There won't be a central plot, but there will be a timeline, and some will be connected. There will be some NSFW content, but most will be in the dark version, with a different premise. 

This is cross-posted on AO3, but I’ll be posting the chapter updates in full on Tumblr since it’s pretty short.

[teaberrii]

Baking with Scaramouche

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3

As soon as you open the door, you immediately smell something burning. You rush inside and see Scaramouche taking a burnt cake from the oven. He waves away the smoke as he puts it on the counter, his eyes tired and his brows furrowed. He's so focused on his failed product he doesn't notice you coming up behind him.

"Need some help?" Scaramouche almost jumps. He quickly turns around and sees the corners of your mouth fighting a smile. His cheeks grow warm, and he avoids your eyes. "Is this for a guest?"

Scaramouche doesn't want to admit the cake is for you. You'd called earlier in the day that you wanted to drop by, and he decided to surprise you. Maybe he should've gone with simple flowers. "...Yeah, you could say that."

You chuckle. “Do you need some help?”

Scaramouche awkwardly rubs the back of his head. “...Sure.”

After grabbing the ingredients you need and getting the right amounts for your batter, Scaramouche comes with an electric whisk. "Do you mind putting in the eggs?" You aren't expecting him to follow directions so quickly. You put your hand over his before he can crack the egg against the bowl. "Not yet."

You see his cheeks turn a faint pink. Then, as you gradually beat the butter and sugar together, Scaramouche glances at you. “Do you like to bake?” he asks.

"I do. But I don't do it as often anymore." You smile at him. "I guess I should take this time to do it more often." You gesture to him to add the egg, and he does.

"Maybe you should teach me while you're here," Scaramouche says half-jokingly.

“Sure.” He immediately looks at you. “I mean… if you’re willing to take me as a teacher.”

“...Then, please take this cake as a token of my gratitude.”

You laugh. “Wait, wait. Shouldn’t this come at the end? Y’know to show how far you improved under my guidance?”

“This cake was meant for you anyway.”

You look at him, and you aren't expecting to see him looking at you so seriously. Your heart flutters until you feel something wet on your face. Scaramouche quickly grabs your hand holding the mixer to hold it steady. You quickly look back. "...Thanks."

Scaramouche's hand doesn't leave yours. Instead, his hand moves up and turns off the mixer. Then, he tilts your head in his direction and uses his thumb to wipe away the excess batter on your face. "Something on your mind?"

You nervously look past him. “Just get the oven ready."

Scaramouche chuckles. “Whatever you say, teacher.”

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Billiards with Dottore

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3

You watch dejectedly as your skilled opponent sinks another ball. Dottore smiles at you. “Why the long face?” When you challenged him to a game of billiards, you didn’t expect him to be this good despite his warning that he may run the table on you. And now, here you are, watching Dottore effortlessly sink one ball after another. Finally, he walks to your side of the pool table. “I could give you a few tips if you’d like.”

“Are you sure you should be helping your opponent?” you ask, half-jokingly. 

“I didn’t know you were taking this so seriously.” He slightly leans towards you. “I wouldn’t mind for something in return.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Dottore takes your free hand and softly kisses it. “A chance to spend the evening by the lake with the lady of the hour.” You blush as he gives you a gentle smile. “I hope my offer is enough.”

You look away, embarrassed. “Yes, of course.”

“Lovely. Shall we begin?” He takes a few steps back. You instantly regret taking his offer as you feel your palms sweat slightly under his gaze. You know he isn’t judging, but you aren’t expecting him to literally watch your every move. As soon as you lean over the table to hit the cue ball, he asks, “Are you nervous?” He walks and leans towards you. “...Should I help you relax?”

You quickly stand. “I’m okay.”

Dottore chuckles. “It’s not just your stance. You’re also gripping the cue stick too tightly.” He takes your hand and cue stick and shows you the proper way to hold it. “This will give you better control.” He takes a step back, “Try it.” So you do, and despite your racing heart, you sink a ball. As you stand, you breathe a sigh of relief. “Well done.”

You turn to him. “...Thanks.” You glance around the table and find your spot for your next target. But, as you lean down, you see Dottore right in front of you. He’s leaning against the wall and looking at you with a slightly mischievous grin on his face. Despite a clear shot, you scratch the cue ball and sigh softly in defeat.

As you stand, Dottore says, “Good try.” Then he takes his cue stick and walks toward the table. “I think it’s your nerves more than your skill giving you trouble. Is something bothering you, m’lady?”

You don’t want to answer that. So, instead, you say, “Your turn.”

Dottore smiles and quickly sinks the ball you were trying to hit. “Your turn.” You look at him, a little confused. “More practice.” And it’s then you know that he’s teasing you. So, you gather your nerves and sink a ball. Once you look triumphantly in his direction, Dottore walks towards you. He takes the cue stick from you and says, “...Good. Now you’re ready for the next lesson.”

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Meeting Scaramouche

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3

“Enjoying the night?” You spin around. One of the managers you met earlier approaches you, a curious look in his eyes. He stops in front of you. “Can I get you a glass of wine?” He tilts his head slightly with a slight smile. “Or, is the Madam not planning on drinking tonight?”

“No need to be so formal,” you say.

After introducing yourself, he says, "We've heard a lot about you from your aunt. You're all she talks about." You look away out of embarrassment. "Please call me Scaramouche. I run the house just out back. Don't hesitate to come by for a visit."

You smile. “...I think I’ll take your offer on that wine.”

Scaramouche puts an arm out to you. "Shall we, then?" You blush slightly as you loop your arm around his. As you walk with the young manager, you feel the stares at you. Then, you hear his voice near your ear. "Seems like you're the main attraction." You turn to him and find his face inches from yours. He smiles, and you quickly look away. Once you arrive at the bar at the back, he says, "Order whatever you'd like. It's on me."

You remove your arm from his, a little skeptical. He's a little too kind. Then, as if sensing your suspicions, he chuckles. "...Your aunt asked us to take care of you during your stay here."

“I’m sure there are other guests who need your attention. My aunt must’ve exaggerated.”

"But there's no one else who I would rather pay attention to." You're taken aback by his words, and you quickly avoid his eyes as your cheeks grow warm. Then, a waltz starts to play, and Scaramouche holds his hand out to you. "May I have this dance?" He twirls you onto the dance floor, and all thoughts leave your mind when you feel his hand on your waist.

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The Black Butler

A sudden downpour. A disembodied voice. A mysterious mansion. Now, you’re stuck with three mysterious beings who refuse to let you leave. Welcome to the Harbinger House, love.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader Pantalone/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Dark ver.) Also cross-posted on Ao3.

Tag list: @fxckingsimp

At first, his face is hidden in shadow. But, as he approaches you, he’s someone you’ve never seen before. His black hair is swept to one side, and his equally black and white suit takes you a little by surprise. His smile is also kind. A little too kind. He extends his hand to you. “...May I show you to your room?”

If this house has given you anything, it’s trust issues. So, you step back. “Who are you?”

“Someone who’ll treat you kindly if you let me.”

You dismiss him by turning around. You freeze, and your blood runs cold when you see the demonic child who nearly tore out your throat. He’s right in front of you, breathing heavily as his black, sunken eyes stare into yours.

You quietly take a step back, and your back hits against a hard chest. You feel someone’s hands on your shoulders. Then, you look up and see the man smiling at you.

"...It's either him or me. The choice is yours." You remember what happened with Tartaglia, and you reluctantly turn around. Well, if you're going to fight an evil spirit, he may as well be hot. So, you take his hand, and the man suddenly pulls you closer. He brushes your hair behind your ears and whispers, "Good choice."

Suddenly, your vision gets blurry, and your consciousness slowly slips. You fight to stay awake, but whatever has a hold of you is too strong. Finally, your knees start to give, and the last thing you see is the man's kind smile.

…

…

…

His hands roam your naked body as his tongue hungrily slides into your mouth. Your hands work at his clothing, desperate to remove anything that stands in the way of feeling his skin. Soon, your hands are on his chest as you kiss him again and again, lost in your emotional high. His hot kisses trail from your lips to your neck and collarbone and eventually find their way between your chest.

Your back lands on a soft surface with him on top of you. As he hikes one of your legs up, you bite your lip in anticipation as you feel his tip teasing your wet entrance. His lips find yours, and your hands are in his hair as he suddenly thrusts into you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, enjoying your mewls and moans as his pace increases.

Your legs are suddenly on his shoulders, and you throw your head back as you feel him grind into your sweet spot. Then, his pace slows, and he smiles as he sees the desperate, longing look on your face. He grabs you up and pushes you against the bedframe. One of his hands uses it for leverage as he moves his hips in circles, suppressing his moans once he feels you tighten around him.

Your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. It isn’t until you splay your hands over the cheeks of his butt and pull him deeper into you that your pleasure reaches its peak. Your body buzzes as you come, the walls of your body milking him, who’s still buried deep inside you. It doesn’t take long for him to unravel. Then, as his mouth leaves yours, he smirks.

“...I told you I’d treat you kindly.”

…

…

…

You awake with a start. You look around and see that you're on a bed in a room you've never seen before. Then, you look down. You're still fully dressed. But the smell of sex has you on edge.

Was that a dream? You can still feel his hands roaming your breasts, butt, and sex, and your heart races as your legs press together. You put a hand to your head. Maybe you need a cold shower. As you sigh, you fall back onto the bed… and into the arms of a familiar man.

“...Don’t forget about me.”

Your eyes widen, and you immediately sit up and turn… only to find no one there. Then, something red catches your eye. It’s a rose with a card attached to it.

At first, you think the card is empty. That is until you pick it up, turn it around, and see the letter ‘R’ in cursive. You quickly hop off the bed, leaving the rose untouched. This house is starting to get to you, and you’re starting to think how much more you can take before you go crazy.