or five times you attempted to pet tighnari's ears and the one time he let you
tighnari x gn! reader rated: t wc: 9k+
a/n: i swear i'm not a genshin writer. every now and again one just really hits me and won't leave me alone. i'm shaking at the prospect of meeting cyno.
|1|
when you had taken up the life of a very luxurious forest ranger, you hadn’t done so with any grand goal in mind. growing up you’d never been enticed by the prestige of the akademiya. the too tight robes warded off any appeal of unlimited knowledge.
you weren’t much of a haggler either, so market trading had never been much of an option. to be honest, in most cases you couldn't be bothered and would give away something for free if it meant getting the person out of your face.
maybe as a child you’d dreamed of theatre. promises of dancing in front of a crowd. or performing a sincere song of gratitude in honour of your generous archon. but there was a reason why only the children of sumeru dreamt. because it saved you the reality of embarrassment.
ultimately it made sense for you to be a forest ranger. you were blessed with a vision and had the aptitude for conflict when needed. you didn't mind being outside. sumeru was a beautiful land of bountiful vegetation and fauna. you were proud to be part of the force protecting it.
so naturally, you were destined to join their ranks. you would fit in splendidly as long as you followed the basic code of conduct.
the rules were simple:
execute every possible strategy to ensure the safety of the public
do not engage in any withering zone excavation without first reporting it
do not under any circumstances attempt to touch master tighnari’s ears.
you believed that honour should be given where it was due, and tighnari certainly earned a bulk of it in sumeru. he was as tenacious in his research as he was in his determination to cull the withering.
it was admirable. unquestionably gave his subordinates something to look up to. it helped that he made an easy guy to work for. tighnari was an abundance of knowledge, never failing to deliver relevant facts about any form of botany in sight.
during your initial interview he completely sidetracked himself from testing your competency in favour of dumping the equivalent of a knowledge capsule on the entire forest on you. and during the whole time all you could think was how cute.
those fluffy, distractingly soft ears he had that twitched with every emotion. you noticed that sometimes they swayed unprompted, as if they had a mind of their own. the man himself seemed oblivious to your obsession, or just so immune to the attention at this point that it hardly phased him.
it was a shame really.
because by the time he realised you were out of your seat, he had a split second to snatch your offending hand before your fingers to reach the fur. the utterly adorable culprits seemed to tease your failure, flickering invitingly just out of reach of your wiggling fingers.
at least you had enough integrity to smile in the face of defeat as your future boss leered at you unimpressed.
he spent the remainder of your now orientation laminating over the very extensive punishment policy to be expected of any broken infractions.
|2|
it was safe to say the threat of punishment didn’t weigh too heavily on your consciousness. what you did learn, was everything more the life of a ranger had to offer. it wasn’t as though you belittled it to a simple forest guide. you were well aware of how each and every one of your colleagues put their life on the line to protect the gifts from the first of the dendro goddess.
but you never expected your contribution to feel so satisfying.
every day your body got stronger, gaining the resilience and stamina to endure long treks through the forest. you became more in tune with your vision, able to protect not only yourself but others from harm. unexpectedly, tighnari’s long winded tangents began sounding more appealing as you absorbed the information rather than repel it.
with each passing day you grew into the role of a proper forest ranger.
though there was one thing you hadn’t grown out of.
“you two will be assigned with me. we’ll patrol the southeast canopy.”
tighnari was always so serious when delegating assignments. archon’s bless him. given it was a momentous occasion as it was imperative to understand everyone’s role so that their was a fair opportunity to return home safe and sound.
it was just he way his ears followed each command. the adorable quiver not at all equivalent to his resolute voice. even after over a year under his command, it was still so distracting. to be fair, you’d learned to control your urges. after the second attempt and a week of making sure the long row of lamps remained glowing, you had at least accepted the pressing issue of testing his patience.
your respect didn’t go unrewarded either. over time, you learned that under those cute ears was a very interesting man. you always knew he valued his time in the forest and that the publications were not just for show like some of the akademiya graduates. but to witness his unfiltered passion for the forest was … kind of refreshing.
it made for genuine conversations that allowed you to feed off one another. while you’d never quite match his never ending knowledge for botany, you accompanied it well with your growing love for fauna.
in short, tighnari had become an unexpected friend.
with very endearing ears that you still felt the urge to touch after many, many months of barely held restraint.
it was admirable.
worth the gained friendship.
and yet.
collei’s shoulder knocked comfortably into yours as she hopped with glee. her joy made her unaware to the sharp gazes watching her exuberant movements for any signs of fatigue. being around collei had eventually led you to believe that something was different about her.
as a fellow trainee for a time, the two of you had grown close enough for her to feel secure in delving into more of her past. her illness wasn’t necessarily rare but it wasn’t often you met many affected with as much optimism as she had.
there was no doubt she had bouts of pain. sometimes you would cover her patrols to give her extra days of rest. tighnari was the most observant, always knowing when she needed a break. still the girl was a refreshing take on life in these darkening days.
it helped that you both shared a fixation with a certain pair of furry ears.
whereas she was more timid in her appreciation, you had yet to shed your bold approach.
well, maybe you got a little smarter.
“but i already know about the sweetwater mushrooms,” collei whispered back, confusion staining her voice. there were times like this that her charmingness rivalled tighnari.
you resisted the urge to pat the crown of her head.
you all knew about the infamous fungi. upon its discover, tighnari had spent nearly a month after submitting his entry into the new rainforest guide speaking all about its elements; to anyone or anything regardless how responsive.
if it was a botanical topic the fox found it hard to resist engaging.
leaning closer, you kept a close eye on the leading man.” i know you do but tighnari always has something more to say. i just need you to ask him about it.” you refrained from using the word distract.
collei’s ability to lie wasn’t a favourable skill. more often than not she caved in on herself before being able to spin a convincing tail. you’d learned fairly quickly the first time you convinced her to test a new route. the two of you hadn’t found any trouble but the slight delay in return roused a few questions. and of course tighnari had been the investigator. she never had a winning chance.
“i still don’t get why i have to ask.”
“because i need an opening to try to touch his ears.”
the sharp gasp she left out was enough to shatter the gossip bubble as tighnari turned with a suspicious frown. his gaze fell heavily on you as the culprit.
“what are you two muttering about?”
laughing sheepishly, your hip checked subtly against the younger girl’s as you took the lead. “just about the dusk birds. their mating season is approaching.”
tighnari raised a brow, but didn’t question further. one of the ways you’d managed to bond with collei had been over the observation of the bird hatchlings. they were one of the safer offsprings you were allowed to track in your earlier days, making you very familiar with their nesting grounds. it was one of the few areas he allowed you both to wander together without supervision.
“uh huh, well unfortunately i doubt we’ll get many sightings this low. please try to stay vilgint for any threats.”
tighnari rolled his eyes at your comical salute but was unable to hide his small grin. it only fed into your wider one.
good. he was in an amicable mood today. you’d both need it.
collei managed to remain cool headed despite your hanging plan as the three of you ventured through the more worn paths. travellers and students alike tended to frequent these parts, fending off most wildlife who didn’t want to be bothered. it was mostly flora that flourished, taking up any available space.
the perfect conversation starter.
the green haired trainee squeaked when you cleared your throat and nudged her softly. the noise caused a flicker to tighnari’s ear but he otherwise left the two of you to your devices as he examined the population of fungi.
your gaze darted to the seemingly preoccupied man and back, to which collei gulped but carefully approached. “um, master tighnari. do you mind going over the procedure for warning travellers about fungi again? sometimes i stumble with the more insistent ones.”
you could hear a bit of truth bleed into the ploy. it was certainly convincing enough as tighnari gestured for her to come to closer as he plucked a few samples. “certainly! it’s always good to familiarise yourself. sometimes they can get a little tricky. like this one, the bell-shaped and conical caps can often confuse people. you have to really pay attention to the arch…”
archons bless him, it didn’t really take much.
tighnari’s eyes darted briefly to you as you settled near them. his body turned to welcome you into the discussion, but he otherwise continued his deep analysis of proper measurements of cap width. the fleeting eye contact was enough for you to witness the undeniable brightness as he conversed.
as much as you liked to tease him, the jest hardly had any weight when the man was as serious about his research. he often responded with a chide about the importance of understanding and how it promoted coexistence. and then he would give you editions of his publications for you to study.
the first few times, after you’d baulked at the depth of the information, you’d actually managed to discover a few interesting elements. despite his ability to drone on, the passion he felt was undeniable when reading through this material. even if you didn’t retain much of the actual reading, the smile you developed lingered. only to widen when you’d witnessed the excited flicker of his tail when you’d returned the books with a few inquiries of your own.
tighnari took your interest in the fauna populating the forest seriously, cultivating the bud of fascination and furthering it. you hadn’t developed enough academic discretion to attempt a article- not that it would have been credible without the proper education- but tighnari baubles your insights all the same, often using your tracking skills to help develop new routes during various mating and hibernation periods.
it … really helped you feel at home. valued amongst the other forest rangers.
so what if you occasionally found your cheeks warming whenever he complimented your new discoveries.
“when people ask, it's important to point out as many examples as you can to help them identify. in most cases you only have their attention for a few minutes so you need to capitalise.”
you had to give it to collei, she was either fully immersed or integrating very well into the diversion. though when tighnari got like this, it was nearly one in the same.
rolling onto your knees, you paused as those endearing astute ears twitched in your direction. tighnari hadn’t skipped a beat, however instinct was so inherent. it made for an unfair advantage, however you had desensitisation on your side. the next disturbance you made as you leaned closer hardly got a reaction as his second nature focused on the world outside your bubble.
it was a flattering downfall that you’d happily exploit as your hand neared your objective.
“- actually that’s a common mistake. some of the gills look similar but if you notice here..:”
oh no.
in one fluid motion, tighnari managed to capture your hovering hand, dragging it forward under his arm to come in contact with his other. the motion dragged you flush against his back as he manipulated your fingertips against the underside of the mushroom.
“-… there’s a coarser distinction. of course, you have to be careful when encouraging other to touch freely as some can still be poisonous.”
naturally you doubted tighnari would use you so freely as an impromptu demonstration, punishment be damned. though the way he kept your appendage hostage implied that you weren’t free from reprimand.
poor collei chuckled nervously as tighnari held out the fungi for her to try, eyes wondering anxiously between the two of you. from your imprisonment, you were unable to see what expression tighnari was giving off, but if the tight grip was any indicator it was safe to hypothesise that it wasn’t in your favour.
“i um- see. thank you, master.”
tighnari didn’t appear to have any ill will towards the girl which was a small grace. his tone, however, was noticeably pinched as he directed the conversation over his shoulder.
“do you have any questions, ranger?”
yep.
there’s the wrath.
accepting defeat, your head careened forward into the hollow of his shoulder as you mumbled your negative with the shake of a head. Immediately you felt his posture stiffen in responses to your relaxed submission. the proximity awarded you a personal showcase of the heat crawling up the back of his neck.
interesting.
“well then!” tighnari forced a cheerful bravado as he brought you both to an abrupt stand, releasing you in favour of stepping forward to lead. “collei, listen closely as they recite every classification as we finish our patrol. we can make note of their mistakes so that they don’t make them again when they extensively copy them onto the new pamphlets for next release.”
it didn’t evade you how the fox refused to face you as he pressed forward. you dared to guess that the rosy hue of his neck might match the roundness of his cheeks.
perhaps some discoveries were worth the failures.
|3|
“I really want to feature the spinokrok in my next story but I’ve never really seen one up close. dad says it’s too dangerous though.”
“he’s right. they’re at the very bottom of the ravine.”
“oh…”
“but sometimes i pass through on patrols. if you’d like, i can snap a reference photo for you!”
“really? that would be awesome, thanks so much!”
children’s happiness was truly a unique fruit of motivation, both gratuitous and frankly slightly treacherous to consume. tighnari might liken it to one of the colourful sprouts that populate the banks near the cliffside; beautifully cunning but sure to leave you with a nasty surprise.
—okay, maybe that was a little dramatic.
but you were certainly going to be in for quite the scolding if tighnari found out that you derailed your patrols for the sake of taking a leisure photo of wildlife. in the defence of safety, the fox wasn’t as easily swayed by a childish promise.
fortunately, you were adept enough with just about any patrol path through the rainforest by now. your experience often persuaded tighnari to give allowance for you to tend to the paths along the outskirts of the village solo.
which you were totally doing.
just from a view a couple hundred metres below.
the path towards the wetland ravine was a muddy line in the undergrowth, a quieter trail that rarely gathered much traffic: traveller or wildlife. to be honest, you hardly ever saw anything other than the spinokrok’s down here. though given their diet, it wasn’t much of a surprise.
you carefully neared the bankside, watching the position of the sun in between the treetops. you’d already bartered away a lot of your time venturing this low. while you were known for a bit of wandering, if you took too long to check-in someone would end up alerting tighnari before long. the sky was already beginning to bleed into a light orange, the beginning shades of the setting sun melting into the blue above.
not your first nighttime return, but the light scolding would be easy enough to shake off.
the sudden splash drew your attention to the winding river as a crane took flight. the skittish fowl wouldn’t have been alerted to your presence this early which meant that your targets weren’t far off.
tugging the kamera from your knapsack, you followed the line of the water through the lens.
“there you are…”
razi would be pleased with the prints of the small brood of three. highlights from above complimented the red scales nicely. curious, you swung the lens further upstream in an attempt to capture a few more. known for their meat, if undisturbed it would be easy enough to find at least another two or three.
however as the slithering vines stretched norther further, twisting through branches on its congest to conquer vegetation, you found the rapidly darkening view to be concerning. sure enough, the once plentiful flora was beginning to shrink on itself and take on a dull shade. the distinctive red flow of the withering zone was seated right in the apex of the blistering landscape.
“here too?”
the area was small, but this route was part of the weekly assignments rather than the more frequent. had you not come here in search of fauna, it likely wouldn’t have been discovered for a few more days. unfortunately, locating it yourself was tantamount to giving away your private detour.
for a brief moment you debated taking the chance to report, weighing the pros and cons. ultimately, the loss of independency once tighnari tracked your impromptu route was too great of a squander. besides, it was a small devastation. you were qualified to handle it.
—except for the corrupted machina lingering just out of sight.
the narrow lens of the kamera hadn't been able to capture the additional dangers before you neared. had you been aware, you would have attempted to at least down one before you got too close. it was a tight battle, suffering under the thick miasma while trying to cut off the source.
you’d managed to down the bulkier of the two, but the swindling snake-like projection had been doing an annoying job of evading your strongest attacks. with your hp at threatening level, coupled with low energy regeneration, you were starting to regret your choices just a little bit.
you briefly wondered if tighnari would scold you through the eulogy.
the darkness blanketing the forest worked against you, as the remaining threads of daylight faded. the red glow of the withering was the least comforting form of light to rely on as you made a hasty dodge away from the blasting beam.
“oh, crap.”
a miscalculation saw your foot caught on a fraying vine, careening your forward as you landed heavily onto the ground. the threatening wind of the machina generating energy had you sucking in a harsh breath as you attempted to stand, resulting in a sharp jolt of pain as your ankle protested. a cold chill numbed your body in the worst way as the unsettling realisation of your actions weighed in. scrambling feebly for your weapon, you attempted to shield the next blow though you knew it wouldn't be enough.
“enshroud!”
your body jerked in alarm as a cloud of green circled the earth around you. the lack of visibility should have been worrying, had you not been very familiar with it’s caster; and the inevitable reckoning that would come.
the first half came in the form of a series tanglevine shafts trained to track and devastate. the secondary wave wiped out the last of the threats before your savour was able to focus on the bleeding blooms. you’d never been more grateful to witness a successful clearance, as the suffocating effects of the withering abed away. it gave you just enough clear air to breath a grateful sigh of relief before it all soured.
the second half of your retribution, was a quieter approach of wraith then you were use to. tighnari refused to look you in the eye as he kneeled before your injured limb. not that that you were trying to see the reflection of your guilt staring back at you. it gave you the opportunity to observe that he’d come alone, making you wonder if he’d been informed or had simply stumbled upon you.
neither option was beneficial.
the fox was obviously simmering, that much was clear even in his silence. he’d produced a small aid kit from his belt and was examining your ankle. the first sounds of annoyance permeating the air when you squeaked at the firm pressure against the joint.
it was obvious that you wouldn’t be walking out of here.
as if you weren’t in enough trouble.
tighnari’s reticence preserved as he tied a stiff bow at the end of your wrapping before turning to offer his back. sighing, you accepted your fate and looped your arms around his neck. tighnari waited until your knees settled at his sides before he rose to his feet, added a second security under the weight of your thighs.
at first you hoped to construct a plausible excuse in his silence, but after you’d practised the same redemption for the twelfth time you were starting to become more concerned about his resilience. you dont think you've ever witness tighnari hold back a scolding this long.
unable to hold out any longer, you poked the hornet’s nest.
“so razi has this new story idea.”
yeah you were throwing the kid under the bus, sue you.
the first flicker of his ears was a subtle warning, but you pressed through.
“he wanted to use the spinokroks as his next character but he’d never really been able to see one up close. and naturally it wouldn’t be safe for a child to traverse the forests. even with his father.”
there goes the second ear.
“so being the helpful forest ranger i am under your tutelage, i offered to secure a reference photo for him. which of course—”
tighnari’s voice came quiet and strained. “please stop talking.”
you waited for him to say more, sure that he’d have more to tack on, but no other words left his lips. it was disconcerting in a way you hadn’t experienced before. you'd suffered through annoyance, frustration and some rage.
but rarely disappointment.
it was bitter tasting.
it was rather telling when even the wildlife seemed to avoid the pair as you ascended out of the ravine. tighnari managed to not only reach the outskirts of the village, but did so without cracking under the pressure of your culpability.
unfortunately you weren’t as robust.
“tigh—”
“for every word, i’m adding a week of lamp maintenance duty.”
you squeezed your arms and legs around him in a hug, seeking out a thread of comfort through the throbbing pain of your ankle.
“i’m sorry.”
tighnari sucked in a sharp breath as his steps halted. you could see the first glow of the lamps in the distance, no doubt a night crew lingering near to welcome the late returners.
“you’re an idiot.”
a tight fist squeezed your heart as you shuddered against his back.
“i know.”
“another week! i cannot believe your absolute disregard for your welfare. not only in straying from your patrols but to attempt to clear a withering zone without reporting it first. what were you thinking?”
your lips parted, voice small,” well i thought given how far off it was that no one would come across it before it spread.”
the fox was quietly shaking under you,” i’m tempted to bench you for a year for this alone. you could have been killed.”
“but i wasn’t.”
tighnari didn’t acknowledge the crackled excuse as he resumed the ascent towards the heart of the village. the conversation was over, at least for tonight. you almost felt bad for those hapless to witness the quiet fury as the leader trudged through the canopy. though the arrangement surely painted a telling story no one dared to stop or question.
upon entering your bungalow, tighnari silently backed into your bed until you took the hint.
as your arms slipped from around him, your fingertips brushed against the furry cartilage. though the action went ignored by both parties.
“rest, we’ll discuss this in the morning.”
|4|
the discussion did not come the following morning, or the rolling day as the sun rose and set. given your ailment you weren't exactly able to seek out your punishment, though the waiting game felt like the precursor.
for the first three days, your only visitors were collie and one of the local healers. tighnari likely hadn’t banned the nervous girl, allowing her to stumble in at first light to assess your injuries. it seemed as though he also didn’t inform her of much as she tired to glean what she could.
unfortunately, your mood hadn’t really improved from the night before, nor had your pain levels. you managed a tight smile at best, gritting through a scarce overview. the overhanging rumours were that you finally pushed tighnari to his limits. which was not too far from the truth.
your medicine came in three intervals, and each visit was just that. umm only offer a genial knowing close-lipped smile as she applied the numbing cream and rewrapped your joints. the only news came from collei with each meal. it was never what you wanted to hear, but the sound of a voice other than your thoughts was welcome.
you were able to keep up with light chat, the both of you doing an amicable job at avoiding the shaggy sumpter beast in the room. if the flightiness she gave off was anything to go by, then tighnari hadn’t completely cooled off. initially, you’d only probed subtly. asking about her patrols to see who accompanied her. questioning new withering zone reports to gauge who might be assigned. either tighnari had instructed her to be tightlipped or she was on as much of a lockdown as you were because the information gleaned was inconsequential.
it wasn’t until the fifth day, when you were able to balance on your injured ankle for longer than a minute that you dared to try for more.
umm had just finished, stepping clear of the doorway to allow collei to maneuver freely with the two bowls of lunch. the younger girl was in a lighter mood, giving you the extra confidence to push.
you took a bite of the leftover stew first, before testing the waters. “has tighnari taken you on any deeper patrols lately?”
the girl stiffened but otherwise did not show any signs of distress.
“not really, he’s been kind of strict with patrols lately. only seniors have been assigned to the forest floor. i patrolled the understory with nasrin yesterday though! the dusk birds are starting to nest.”
you could resist a soft smile as the girl lead comfortable into a short tangent about the different locations she’d tracked in her notebook. she loved to watch the hatching process from the birth to first flight. tighnari was often more lenient with her during this season. you were pleased to know your mess up hadn’t resulted in that being taken away.
“hopefully i’ll be healed enough to catch one of the hatchings.”
collei’s gaze flickered to your freshly wrapped ankle, “master tighnari wouldn’t say but he’s been pretty testy about ranger etiquette lately. well more than useful.”
“yeah, i was pretty stupid,” you muttered, quoting the fox’s words from that night.
collei sat upright on the chair by your desk, responding to your despondent mood. “he’s not nearly as bad as before though. i mean that morning after he was really mad. not like loud angry, but everyone knew not to test him. but he’s calmer now”, she assured.
you assumed as much. avoiding you was likely the best way to keep his temper in check.
you watched as the green haired trainee squirmed in her seat, no doubt uncomfortable at the idea of being between the brewing conflict. tighnari no doubt tried to ease that predicament by withholding information. the least you could do was honour your half to keep from setting her off.
“umm said i should try walking around more. i got permission to pace the platform if you want to join.”
the girl jumped at the chance, nearly losing her bowl in the process. laughing, you quickly took hers and set it on the desk with yours before standing to your feet. collei was at your side, urging your arm over her shoulder. it wasn’t really necessary but you’d never turn down the girl’s assistance.
carefully the two of you ambled through the leaves shrouding your entrance. it wasn’t the first time this week that the sun warmed your skin. umm had urged you to test the distance from your bed to your porch on the second day with each visit there after. it helped tp press your limitations while keeping the joint from getting too stiff. but this was the first time you’d been able to venture far enough out to interact with more than the same two people for the last few days.
collei remained diligent as she led you down the straight path, attention not straying from your gait as you greeted faces you haven't seen in awhile. the reception was overall positive, your health and wellbeing superseding the wraith that had hung over the encampment for the past week. it narrowed down the list of those you’d need to apologise to at least.
“oh it’s master tighnari!”
your gaze snapped to her extended finger, noting the tall tuff of ears before anything else. his back was turned to you, a fortunate thing as you still weren’t sure how to face him just yet. he appeared to be conversing with a group, though it wasn’t the usual collection of rangers waiting for assignments.
you recognized the garments however.
collei groaned as she sagged under your arm. “its the akademiya again. when will they ever learn?”
likely no time soon, as the pressure from both the forest and threat of the ‘scarlet king’ followers continued to rise. the first time you witnessed the prestigious envoy attempting to recruit the fox, you’d been in awe. it was somewhat of an honour to be approached by anyone doning the gowns. next to the archon herself, they were the reigning power. however the prestige lost a light grace, when tighnari scoffed at the invitation.
it was one of the occasions that you’d really come to appreciate more than just his vast knowledge. of course, you respected him as a leader but it was different to consider his understanding of plant life on a scholarly level. his tangents that he loved to rattle your ear with were published and very popular articles.
he was something of a celebrity. a fact that you loved to tease just to see the tops of his cheeks grow warm at the admission.
now, even at this distance, you could see a similar red dusting his fair skin. but not in the pleasant way that warmed your chest.
no it seemed that an inkingly of your excursion still peaked his heart rate. and this wasn't making it any better.
that wasn’t good.
“collei, please help me.”
“huh? oh, wait! not too fast.”
tighnari grit through a tight smile, barely hanging onto his fangs to keep them from showing. at a young age his mother taught him that human could find it threatening. frankly, right now he wished to find out how much of a truth that was if it got these nuisances out of his hair.
this was the last thing that he wished to deal with right now. the institution had taken a different route it seemed, sending students under the premise of studying under his tutelage. something he would maybe consider any other time than now.
his foot tapped irritably as one of the bolder ones spoke his piece, spouting words of prose that meant nothing to him. they were all weak and obvlivious children wandering aimlessly. he had enough of those under his own watch.
“master tighnari, i've read all your publications intensively and feel that i would be a valuable asset in your further research of the withering zones. i believe that together we can find a cure.”
tighnari barely resisted rolling his eyes. it was almost laughable. the withering had plagued them for centuries and they were still no closer to curbing it. no amount of research at this point was going to factor in. all they could do was contain, and that was a skill the akademiya didn’t teach.
breathing audibly through his nose, the fox attempted to remain cordial. “i appreciate your determination, however, i'm not in a position right now to allocate more rangers to facilitate your safety. the forest—”
“—i’ve also read intently on the local fauna and proper was to track warning signs of predators…”
tighnari really hated when he was interrupted.
“i’m confident in my ability to spot danger before it becomes a problem.”
especially by know-it-alls who were overstepping in his domain.
the student continued on unware of the growing dangers, “i’ve brought a few of my manuscripts with me if you’d like to browse some of my speculations and hypotheses…”
tighnari's brow twitched as the student droned on. for someone who boasted about extensive research on understanding predators he was rather obvious to the one standing before him. the same couldn't be said about his colleagues who were carefully edging back.
“if i could just get a few samples—”
the student had sense enough to notice as the plant scholar suddenly flinched, hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand threatening to touch the tip of his ear. it was the first time since opening his mouth that he’d taken into account the strained curl to the lips of the botany researcher.
his gaze then flickered to the more relaxed, if not slightly sheepish smile of the forest ranger behind. they seemed otherwise unconcerned despite the death grip they'd been trapped in for … attempting to touch master tighnari’s ears?
the student felt a shudder wrack his body as the fox’s grimace smoothed into … something that he would one day recognize as a reckoning he’d be fortunate to survive in years to come.
“apologies, you’ll have to excuse me. it appears one of my rangers feels well enough to venture off their bed rest and is due for some new assignments.” with that, the lead ranger looped the still trapped limb over his shoulder before assisting the injured ranger back up the canopy.
“you can give your manuscripts to my trainee, collei.”
the green hair trainee in question waved timidly, unsure of how she got in this position but willing to help.” hello, im forest ranger trainee collei. please let me assist you safely out of the forest.”
|5|
“it’s master tighnari!”
believe it or not, forest rangers did get off days. while it was still heavily frowned on to use that time to exploit certain privileges to free roam the forest, there were other activities that some could get up to.
some would use the opportunity to travel to the city or port for the market or to visit family.
others utilised their freedom to work on personal research.
then there was tighnari who used the opportunity to research the local flora … via oral experimentation.
your small project had been tossed aside in favor of darting out of your bungalow at the cry of fright from the green haired girl. it wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed tighnari taking his passion … to the next level. that time, curiosity had thrown him into a rather long slumber that he’d conveniently woken up from after a gratuitous amount of panicking on collie’s part and just in time for you to return with the rescue aid party.
it was safe to say that was not the last occassion, and tighari had treated you both to several lunches to make up for the scares.
but it wasn’t often that he was brought back to the village in a state. more often than not the ailments resolved in the time it took someone to find him or simply shaken off with no concern.
it was enough to have you barreling unannounced through the head ranger’s door with apprehension. firm but fraying hands caught you as you stumbled through, righting your body before you could embarrass yourself.
“don’t worry, tighnari is fine. it’s a harmless reaction to one of the fungi he consumed.”
umm brought her hands to a comfortable leisure behind her back as you peered over her shoulder.
tighnari was lain out across his bed. it looked as though he had been tucked away intentionally, but the man had fought away the sheets in a fit. there was a light coat of perspiration doting his forehead and his skin had taken on a rosy flush. it hardly looked harmless. you’d never seen the lead forest watcher look so … unravelled.
when was he going to learn to stop experimenting so freely?
umm gave a passing pat to your shoulder,“with a bit of rest he’ll be just fine.”
you had hoped as much but it eased some of your worries to see him at least home safe. though his predicament still tested your resolve. you would distract yourself for the time being concocting your own chiding speech. seriously, someone needed to hold him accountable. as it seemed, you were the only one daring enough to challenge the fox.
heavily a relieved sigh, you turned to leave. collie would likely need a second dose of comfort now that you’d taken your own inventory of the indisposed ranger. umm, bless her soul, wasn’t a very convincing source of comfort. having collie help prepare your speech would do some good for her as well.
“wait, don’t go yet.”
you stiffed at the unexpected plea. the voice behind you sounded a bit stronger than it should be in this predicament, more like the fox you recognized. umm hadn’t left you with any instructions, but it was safe to assume he was meant to rest as not to rile up his heart rate anymore. something you were very good at doing.
you liked to think that the two of you were on agreeable terms thus far. you’d been a textbook ranger over the last few weeks. not testing the limits of your privileges or boundaries. it allowed for the two of you to have some nice conversations. though you doubted anything very articulate would come from his mouth right now.
it was unfair, how adorable he looked with mussed hair, heavy eyes and creased clothes. umm had taken responsibility to rid him of the more decorative parts of his uniform, leaving him in a simple shirt and pants. the said shirt appeared to have been tugged open, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen.
that was decidedly leaning away from cute, as you tore your gaze away and scolded yourself.
“you should really lay back down, tighnari, i need you to be yourself when i deliver your scolding later.”
“tigh.”
“huh?”
you were shaken out of your stupor when he stood, concern triggering your fight reaction as you quickly huddled him back onto the bed before he fell. he allowed you to do so, however when he glanced up at you his olive eyes showed annoyance.
“i prefer when you refer to me as tigh.”
your mouth open and closed silently at the admission. you could never recall tighnari outright scolding you for the curtail of his name. you used it so sparingly, and only ever in the comfort of just yourselves or collei.
he never really showed any emotion other than surprise the first time he’d realised what you said. you never assumed he’d catalogued the occurrences to feel any ownership over the name.
you fidgeted under the scrutinised of the fox, unsure of how to proceed from there. it was obvious that he was still mildly effective if the rose of his skin was anything to go by. but there was undeniable clarity cutting through the fog in his eyes. it was enough of a relief to have your shoulders sagging slightly.
if it got him to comply and rest through the remainder of the effects, you could concede.
“okay, … tigh. please stop eating flora so carelessly.”
it wasn’t your intention to start the chastising prematurely, but if he wanted you to talk, you’d do so. you weren’t sure what all of this he would recall, but you hoped the echoing nag of your voice would hover like a hangover next time he considered experimenting alone. you knew he only tested things with vague assumptions, just enough to ensure that he wouldn’t perish on sight. but it was still close enough calls for you to worry.
you thought nothing of the way he snared your hands, too used to having them detained in pursuit of your goal. maybe another time you would be the one to catalogue just how frequently the two of you help hands. certainly enough to suffer from desensita-
your speech cut off with a choke as the fox brought one of your hands to the crown of his head. it was the closest you’d ever gotten to your prize, just a simple flex of your fingers and it would be yours.
and he was just allowing it.
“um, tigh…?”
you swallowed as his hold slid to your wrist, thumb caressing the inside.
“it’s what you want, right?” unintentionally your finger flexed under the strain of resisting, just the casual brush against the ear causing the body to shudder. tighnari managed an even breath through his nose, but you suspected his heart was creating as much of a racket as yours was. “ i want you to. i don’t mind if it’s you.”
you sucked in a sharp breath at the omission.
it took strength that you didn't think you had, and stupidity you’d likely reflect on later that night as you regrettably pulled your hand away. firmly not thinking at all about the soft whine that left the fox’s lips at the action.
your smile was wobbly, frail under the weight of emotions teetering at the edge. you gave his bicep a comforting squeeze before you urged him to lay back in bed. thankfully he didn’t put up much of a fight as you tucked him in.
his lashes fluttered closed against the cool caress of his cheek.
“next time, promise.”
between one breath and the next, he fell asleep.
|+1|
tighnari woke to a low hanging sun and a heavy head. despite the warnings he opened his eyes, then immediately shut them. though blurry and out of sequence, the master ranger was able to piece together the majority of his last coherency.
he’d been experimenting with the effects of the moonshade mushrooms. there had been reports of unaware travellers losing consciousness in the middle of the forest and waking in a fevered state. naturally, he’d taken it upon himself to test the outcome in order to properly assign warning labels in his next publication.
the initial bout of slumber had been brief, broken by a wave of nausea and the sensation of his body overheating itself. he then recalled umm stripping away his uniform in order to help him cool down.
and then there was you.
he remembered the sound of your concern and the inkling of berating though he couldn't exactly call back the wording. he was sure to get an encore either way; well deserved.
there was a gaping absence in his recollection, but the sensation of your hand settled between the space of his ears hadn’t escaped him. when had he gotten bold enough to daringly reach out like that? sure you’d done the same on multiple occasions but it had been in pursuit of a singular goal while he—
tighnari stared at the leaf drawn entrance of his chamber, face burning.
but surely that could not have all occurred before noon.
“oh good you’re awake. that mushroom managed to down even you for a full day. it's certainly something to be aware of.”
the elderly woman peered briefly through the cut of the door before granting herself entrance. tighnari sat obediently still as she flittered over his vital signs, ensuring his temperature and heart rate were within agreeable boundaries.
she scribbled the notes like clockwork into the parchment on his desk. while his methods weren’t often agreed upon, umm saw the value in the repercussions. her diligence had help assist in multiple breakthroughs. tighnari would be sure to deliver a nice basket of her favourite tree sap candies once he was back in working order.
amir would have certainly taken initiative to oversee assignments for the day. he would certainly owe collei a visit as well to assure her fears. he vaguely remembered her putting up a fuss when he’d been carried in, shortly before she’d been directed out leading to her alerting you.
tighnari’s cheeks grew hot again. he refused to acknowledge the rising blush even as umm chuckled quietly while gathering up her kit. instead, he kept his eyes on the entrance as he pinned his sashes in place and equipped his vision.
it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t already rather close. it was safe to say he gave you more allowances than most. sure, your futile attempts to touch his ears could be frustrating at times, but more so because of the opportunities you took than the actual actions.
despite popular belief, tighnari didn’t truly hold his ears in that high regard. it was more out of proprietary that he shied away from strangers acting out of curiosity. to be honest, he really wouldn’t mind too much if a ranger asked to pet them. but it seems as if their own misconceptions had fed into the unspoken rule that his fox-like features were out of the question.
except for you.
over time, the two of you managed to lapse into a comfortable game of cat and mouse. tighnari knew if he’d shown any true signs of anger you would have backed away from the start. but his tolerance had permitted you to try again and again.
so what if the occasional punishments he placed on you deterred the others, it never snuffed your fire and that was all that mattered to him.
it was only natural that over time constant exposure would ignite his own interest. he could recall with vivid memory the way it felt to have you pressed against his back that time in the forest when you attempted to claim your prize in the middle of his lecture. he’d made you wait there while he finished the lesson, all the while relishing in the heat permitted his back.
had it been just the two of you, he would have let you.
yet when he finally caved and gave you the permission you'd been seeking all this time, you’d backed out.
‘next time’ you’d promised.
“if you’re done laminating, once you've finished eating you can go find them. i believe i saw them returning not long before i came here.”
umm didn’t wait for a response as she saw herself out, her amusement audible even as she descended the ramp to her own domain.
tighnari didn’t rush the act as he finished his meal and the provided water. once he finished, his lips turned at the dimming sunlight. his schedule was all but thrown out the window for the day, though he doubted anyone expected him to contribute much. still it stung his consciousness as a leader to leave his subordinates hanging , even if they were all self-sufficient adults. at least the headache had disappeared with proper nourishment. there would be time to salvage his routine later.
the sun was positioned late in the afternoon, but the dim light still irritated his eyes. he blinked through the sting as he welcomed the sight of the quaint village operating adequately in his absence.
he returned any passing waves and gave brief responses to their questions. for the most part everyone seemed confident that he’d make a full recovery, though he still harboured the guilt of worrying them.
brow pinched, he waved nasrin closer. “have you seen collei?”
the purse of her mouth didn’t spell anything good. tighnari hoped her illness had not acted up in his absence. “she had trouble sleeping last night so someone swapped patrols with her. she just set off not too long ago.”
the girl sometimes had trouble sleeping when plagued with anxiousness. tighnari settled that he would confront her upon her return, for now he had one more stop. he had a feeling he knew who offered to adjust their schedule to accommodate the girl.
he found your bungalow with practised ease, delivering a single knock before you offered entrance. he found you seated at your desk, no doubt detailing the report of your finding before submission. it was a relief to see that you took a break from your typical mischievousness to conduct a seemingly uniform patrol while he was indisposed.
“i don't suppose you came across any new interesting flora on your patrols?”
tighnari watched as your shoulders stiffened at the unexpected sound of his voice. your head whipped around, eyes assessing him carefully before you gave a timid, relieved smile.
“i think we can all agree that you’ve had enough adventures for one week,” you noted with light scolding.
grinning, tighnari cared little if his fangs showed, knowing you wouldn't find them threatening. your gaze followed him as he secured the leaves behind him before approaching your desk. he leaned comfortably against the wooden structure as he browsed the report. it had been routine indeed, not a single withering sighting.
“are you sure you’re alright? you had me worried for a bit.”
tighnari’s brow rose,” only a bit?”
scoffing, you rolled your eyes,” it’s not the worst thing you’ve eaten but seeing you down for so long was concerning. collei will be relieved to see you back on your feet.”
tighnari braceed his palm against the dest and leaned into the posture,“and you?”
“i owe you a scolding. you always get onto me about being aware and careful of my surroundings. yet here you go testing unknown fungi alone in the forest. at least bring it back before you test it out so we can be there if you need us.”
tighnari waited for you to finish, eyes shining with thinly veiled amusement. you seemed to recognize it as well, huffing as you realised your scolding didn't have as much weight as the seasoned scholar.
unable to resist, the fox reached out to run is fingers along the side of your face before letting them rest against your shoulder. he watched as your chest expanded to take in the small gasp of surprise. it was a rare moment for him to initiate contact like this, especially given the recent occurrence only yesterday. while his recollection was misty, yours was clear as day.
“i think you owe me something else too.”
tighnari watched your reactions carefully, from the flutter of your lashes to the rapid thrum of your heart beat against the pulse under your jaw. he never shied away from a discovery the promise of a satisfying understanding driving him from one revelation to the next.
admittedly, you’d been a gradual observation. the question at the tip of the scale all this time while he’d unknowingly researched you thoroughly with each new interaction. day and day again, you prompted him with new variables both under his control and not. it was only today that he managed to form a working hypothesis. a hesitant theory that he knew would shift everything.
tighnari watched with growing fascination as the initial shock meddling into purposefulness as your hand came into view. impatient, he couldn't resist ducking his hand to meet you halfway. the first careful touch was equally inquisitive and hesitant. each time in the past, your hand had darted out with such certainty. yet now with it all willing at your fingertips, you allowed yourself the time to explore.
he hadn’t realised his head had come to rest against your collar bone until he felt the rumbled of your laughter. you didn’t simply just touch his ears, you caressed the length form the widest part to the tip. your fingertips tickled the tufts of fluff at the base. and the light scratched you delivered against the firm cartilage had him all but melting into your hold. the burst of new stimuli tickled his nerves and left pleasant sensations.
later he would analyse the data but he was already certain about his conclusion.
your words mussed the top of his head as you spoke, humour bleeding into your intrigue. “can’t believe it took you a year to crack, tigh.”
tighnari sagged further at the uttering of the name. you flinched, not expecting the words of response to be mumbled into your skin. gratefully, it didn't cause you to pause.
“what was that?”
your touch slid from his ears to the curve of his jaw as his head rose to meet your gaze.
“i actually had two hypotheses I wanted to test.”
though he didn't speak more than that, he could tell you were well aware of the implications. your lips parted to respond, but no words could pass the lump in your throat. tighnari tested the waters, leaning closer enough to brush the tup of his nose against yours. when you didn't pull away, he leaned down and pressed your lips together, firmly but briefly. as he breathed in deeply, the smell of lush forestry, sweet flora and you invaded his scenes. the scent of familiarity minding with the aroma of what he called home was intoxicating.
your eyes shone bright with mischief as tighnari pulled away, no doubt observing the rosy hue spreading across his face.
“i think we need to experiment a little more before we can come to a confident conclusion.”
tighnari leaned back in and nuzzled you affectionately.
“i agree.’’
tagging upon request: @lott-the-otter @uhohitsemmy
The Advisor, The King, and The Knight
(Alternatively,,, POV: you're celestia)
Bonus: stills images
i think we can all agree that kunikuzushi is the biggest tittie lover in existence that man loves boobs n i know it
So true though!! I believe that any men with mommy issues likes boobies <3333
[cw: afab reader, he licks reader's nip at the end, this is an au where the fatui stuff didn't happen and reader whisked him away from tatarasuna to narukami island and he healed through reader's guidance, implied smut at the end]
@midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @fluffyganyu, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril
"Hehe, you look comfortable, Kuni."
If you listen closely, you could hear a sort of purring sound coming from the doll. His fair face displays a blissful expression, as if he'd forgotten any and all tribulations of this world, choosing to bury those trivial concerns away in favour of enjoying this moment. When this cute, innocent doll nuzzles his face in between your breasts, you don't even mind the hand that slides up from your waist to cup one of your mounds.
"That's because they are soft…like pillows."
Kunikuzushi seems proud of that realisation; as if he discovered something new and profound.
He looks up at you for approval, indigo irises picking up sparkles in the Inazuman sun. You caress his face, feeling a slight warmth in his blush-tinted cheeks.
"Do you feel embarrassed to touch me like this?"
The puppet shifts, avoiding your gaze. "A little. This feels…intimate."
You chuckle. "Oh but Kuni, we've done plenty of other intimate things."
"I know that but," he hesitates. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"No, not at all! In fact, it makes me happy that you like my breasts so much!"
Kunikuzushi relaxes and returns to his rightful place: his face flush against your boobs. He rubs against you like a cat marking its territory and it's then when something snaps inside you.
"I'm going to do something a bit rough, okay?"
Kunikuzushi tilts his head but before he could ask, your hands gently grab at his scalp before you completely smothered him with your boobs.
"Mmf?!"
Kunikuzushi panics for a moment before he realises that he doesn't need to breathe and wraps his arms around your waist to pull himself closer. Your scent, your warmth, your softness feels so overwhelmingly good that he can't help but go red. And your praises and coos as you pat his head doesn't help. The doll goes slack and you immediately let go of him.
"Kuni?! Kuni, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I thought that–"
The puppet pushes you to the ground, cutting off your worried rambling. He leans down, tongue darting out to lick your clothed nipple.
"(Name), can I feel you more?"
✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. venti, tighnari, zhongli, childe, kaeya
✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies, monsterfucking adjacent (venti, zhongli), sacrilegious (venti), venti having wings, womb tattoo (venti), knotting (tighnari), biting (tighnari), overstimulation (zhongli), dacryphila (zhongli), size kink (zhongli), mirror sex (zhongli), exhibitionism (childe), voyeurism (childe), temperature play (kaeya), fingering (kaeya), impact play (kaeya), unedited
✦ set up: you didn’t expect to wake up one day in a world that looked exactly like the silly game you play on your phone and laptop. You didn’t expect even pushing through the migraine, pulsating in your head that the eyes of your favorite character shined in delight looking at you. You couldn’t help relishing in that love…even if they truly loved the god they thought you of.
As one of the longest devoted acolytes, Venti’s whole body rushed with serotonin when his eyes finally gazed at your own. Through the wind he had always heard your smiles in reference to him..something about “pulling” or laughing at “voice lines”—whatever that meant. He was so blessed to hold you in his once empty arms finally.
Was he your favorite, right? He constantly whined and pouted to make sure you reminded him—those playful turquoise eyes going sharp, gazing at the Knights of Favonius, the elite clans of Mondstadt, or even the other archons who descended down to his land—desperate to gain your attention and favor. You wouldn’t though. He was the favorite of the bunch and he would prove it to everyone else.
Even despite the church of Mondstadt being empty, there you plaid out, perfectly displayed to him—folds absolutely covered with your slick and his saliva, as he wiped his pale face clean with a grind. With two fingers pressing against your soft folds, he opened you open further watching your hole flutter on nothing, waiting for him…and him alone.
He couldn’t stop himself from unleashing his human persona of “Venti”, white wings sprouting out as he nudged the tip of his already tripping cock inside of you. With lips quivering, his moans reverberated through his church, quickly bottoming out and sliding deep inside of you. Hearing you whine out his name, squirming underneath him was enough to have a celestial being such as himself, fall to such depraved.
You could only gasp feeling his cock change and thicken inside of you, walls stretching out even further as his relentless pace wouldn’t stop. He could only muffle his giggles, tongue darting out of his face as he pulled and sucked on your newly hard nipples as your legs reached around bringing him even deeper inside of you.
Venti only saw white when you tightly gripped onto his wings—babbling praises, tongue lolled out and eyes rolling back of his head as he finally emptied himself inside of you. He could feel you clench tightly on his cock, trying to milk every ounce of cum from him.
He tried not to let the tears prick his eyes from falling, with that obsessive grin on his face. He instead laid his head down on your chest, lazily thrusting his hips still inside of you to get that slightly glowing essence as deep inside of you as possible. Seeing his mark forming on your lower stomach, his eyes finally closed. This would be the best possible way to deter any of them from becoming your favorite.
In the deep forests of Sumuru, Tighnari stood by one of his beloved plants meditating and praying to see you. He wouldn’t have expected in a million scenarios that when he opened his eyes, you were there meekly gazing over confused about just where you were.
You had become quite the talk of the town when word finally spread through Sumuru that you had descended among your people, but yet Tighnari suggested you remain with him in the forests, studying the learning about the predicament you had fallen yourself into. He loved being your guide, teaching you about the ways of the world. Enjoy your company and presence that many people didn’t seem to want or understand.
He wanted to monopolize it. He always wanted to see that bright smile whenever your eyes would lock with one another.
Even as he laid in bed with you, his mind split apart not knowing what to do—his logical side and his more predatory instincts he often locked up and pushed down. Even as you grasped his cock, his body shook and trembled—trying to get a grip, trying not to give him. But that smile…aided in him snapping.
You could only gasp feeling his knot completely stretch you out. His fervor and strength caused the bed to creek loudly, etching marks on the once pristine walls of his home. His nails, newly sharp only helped your thigh up, reaching even deeper to graze by your cervix. His mouth connected to your nape muffling the heavy grunts and growls from his relentless pace.
Even as you spasmed on his cock, it just wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel that tightness against, gripping down and holding onto his aching cock again and again.
He doesn’t recall how many rounds the two of you went through until his instincts finally subsided, big eyes watching globs of his cum leak down from your quivering hole. Was he ashamed of himself, he asked internally. No, he couldn’t be. That fucked-out smile of yours confirmed it, swelling his chest with pride.
Perhaps he should thank his instincts for taking the initiative. The Akademiya wouldn’t be able to sweep you away, if you were full of his pups after all.
Your self-proclaimed most loyal acolyte was shocked when you knocked on the door of the Wangshuu Funeral Parlor looking for him. Could his people not realize the presence they were blessed with?? Hearing about your situation and examining the…interesting clothes you were wearing, Zhongli took it upon himself to do the very thing he had set out to do in day one—love and take care of his beloved God.
A fake saccharine smile fell on his face whenever his friend decided to show up to greet you. Or the copious amount of presence for the Tiaquan herself. Or how your attention seemed to be waning away from him. This was new, for Zhongli as his more possessive tendencies clawed at his chest. Dragons always did despise sharing, but for he would at least try.
It wasn’t until he heard your soft moans under the moonlight in your room, that he realized that other parts of you weren’t reserved for everyone else, it was for him, right? Don’t worry, He’ll take care of all of your needs like the devoted acolyte he is.
The nights you were under him after a day of not paying much attention to him were always his favorites. He loved holding you by the mirror of his office, watching your struggle and squirm to properly take his thick cock. Still, he cooed and motivated you—digits completely soaked in your essence toying with your needy clit— as he finally pushed further in.
God, you were so perfect for him, even if he couldn’t fit himself fully inside of you as his tip was already nudged firmly against your cervix. His glowing black and golden arms moved you up and down his length, hips meeting the pace that he had set with his lips nibbling on the shoulder of your neck.
Globs of his cum already stained your thighs as he continuously plunged himself into you for the fifth time this night. He knew you were tired, body shivering in exhaustion and pleasure, but he still kissed the saltiness of your dried overstimulated tears on your cheeks as you choked out his name yet again.
HIs deep voice could only chuckle deeply, golden slits admiring the newly formed geo sigil marking your shoulder. His mind sears to the contract he had recently made of you, lust and obsession motivating him to finally finish the fertility ritual at long last.
Childe couldn’t help but tackle you when he first released you were his beloved God. His hands weaved with yours, a maddening grin on his face as his soulless sapphire eyes gazed up as yours with such admiration. A string of questions left his lips and he could tell how overwhelmed you were as your eyes widened in such confusion.
He needed to take a step back. He was scaring you! His precious! He couldn’t do that! He was ashamed of it. He made himself out to be as if he were your best friend, making sure you felt safe and comfortable around him, just as your voice had when he was lost in the Abyss.
His arms were always around you since you had been staying in Snezhnaya. The way his fellow harbingers would gawk around you, trying to seduce, pull you over to them and get you to leave Childe often left him debating on whether to pick up his blades against his fellow “allies” or not.
Still, you always looked back at him, holding his hand to reassure them. They wouldn’t know what the two of you had! He always had to remind himself that you preferred keeping your relationship with one another on the down-low, much to his dismay.
But eventually, those cunning and convincing words of his will finally get you to spread the word, along with your legs on top of the table in the Fatui’s HQ. The eyes of the Harbingers fell onto your form, hands tightly weaved into Childe’s—as it’s always been—as he rutted against you. Your slick developed into a pull on the once clean table, hand smacking down on your clit causing some of the harbingers to gasp in excitement.
It took only one look to dissuade any of the other harbingers from approaching, but it didn’t prevent them to cup their aching arousal watching Childe’s hips finally halted and shifted, as his thick white cum filled you up. He didn’t dare leave your velvety hole, he merely waited to get hard again, to do it again and again and again. Until, he knows you’re properly bred and his precious God, not theirs.
Could you ever believe that a being as cursed as his would be blessed and the first to meet you? Still, even as he reached a hand out introducing himself without a care in the world, you would never know just how much power you had over him.
And he hated it.
He didn’t hate you at all, it was quite the opposite really. He hated how things were getting to him more, that you were here and prospering in Mondstadt. His eyes would never match his smile anymore, watching his former brother gawk at you or his drinking friend consistently, whining and holding onto you. He could only bitterly laugh wondering what their reaction would be if they knew you were under him, a sinner, every night, relishing in the way your body took him so well.
That’s why he couldn’t help himself that night. Your ass was up in the air, as Kaeya smacked on the globe before grabbing a handful of it as his cock plowed inside of you. His fingers, imbedded with frost, massaged circles around your clit relishing in the way your flutter firmly against his length.
This is how their beloved God is, fucking a sinner nonetheless begging for him to go faster and deeper inside. He couldn’t help leaning into your ear telling you just what a pretty slut you were for an acolyte like him, only causing you to whine as his laughter filled the room.
Grunting your name one more time, his heart swelled in the pride of his forgotten and unknown homeland—watching a slow river of his cum dribble out of you. His cold fingers pushed his cum back inside of you, curling his fingers and eliciting yet another moan from you.
Khaenri’ah’s next heir was half of the world's beloved God, he was sure things would work out for the better. They would regardless since you’d had chosen him—out of everyone else—by your side.
Sorry thinking abt gorou again…
cw: fem reader, needy!gorou, creampie, not proofread
How needy he is :( how he can’t help but whine and whimper that he wants you. He’s been away for too long, away and busy with his troops. Big bad general gorou, who usually is top of the line and baring his fangs - is flattening his soft caramel-colored ears and mewling that needs you.
“Please, please just the tip at least. Need it s’bad, it hurts.” He even manages to pool dewy crocodile tears along his eyes to make you feel bad. Nosing your neck and licking sloppy lines up your jaw, nipping your skin till you relent.
Hearing how he practically barks in excitement, “thank you, thank you- I’ll make you feel so good,” he groans, flipping you on your tummy and ripping off your panties. Fingers spreading your slick folds and drooling over the curve of your ass like you’re fucking dessert.
Pushes his cock into you till he’s flushed against your smooth backside. Shuddering and panting as he mounts you. He sighs happily when he finally starts to push in, your legs spreading and cunt quivering while he stretches you. Ignores your shaky whines that he’s too big, that he’s stretching you out and making you full. “You feel so good, s’like heaven.” He flashes his teeth as ruts his hips against your ass. Balls smacking your clit and making you yelp around him.
Fluffy tail brushing against your calve as he greedily fucks your sloppy pussy. Pulling up your hips up to meet his cock so he can hump your cunt. Hands pushing you into an arch, thumbs digging into your skin. Gorou loves how you feel around him, silken walls pulping around his cock and squeezing his tip when he pushes too far. Drool leaks from his chin and drips over your back.
A creamy white halo formed over his length and making sick kissing sounds each time he slams home, can only focus on pounding you into the sheets. He doesn’t even realize how big he is, how he’s brushing against your cervix and rearranging your guts. “G-gonna, gonna fill you up, make you feel me,” he babbles and you clamp around him.
So entranced with your squelching cunt and the way you moan his name. He’s so pent up from months of being away he can’t help but pound into you, small growls leaving his throat and he leans over to bite your shoulder. Your slick smearing against his hips as he pumps you full of his cum, hips not even stuttering or finishing. In fact, he starts right back up again.
Gorou is just so needy be can’t help but be rough with you <3
The work of a pantie thief!
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Scaramouche and his disturbing— unhealthy obsession towards you, his gorgeous little classmate. (Soon to be more)
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader.
Yandere, creepy, obsessive and disturbing behaviour, character death (he kills someone *shocked face*), strangulation, worshiping, masturbation, pantie stealing/sniffing, mentions of cum, everyone is 18+, dark content ahead! modern/collage au, mdni, afab reader. 2.6k
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s eyes are locked solely onto your almost comically glowing figure, and he’s one hundred percent sure that if he were to squint his eyelids hard enough— there would be a pair of Angel white wings sprouting from your back, and a golden halo floating above your head. You looked so god damn ethereal, he thought. The harsh blaze of the sun shining against your face so elegantly that it made you look almost unreal, how your skirt blew softly along with the breeze. He has to quickly swipe the back of his hand over his mouth and make sure he’s not drooling at the sight— humming in annoyed amusement when the feeling of his saliva leaves a small, wet spot on his skin. Ignoring the weird stares he gets from other students around him, Scaramouche rises up from his spot on the grass and walks over to annoyingly insert himself in the group conversation you and your friends were having.
He doesn’t care about the glares he receives from them, because he’s more focused on the way you turn and smile at him welcomely, greeting him with that same soothing voice of yours that has his mind spinning in circles. He nods back at you in response, his eyes slightly dropping in rapture at how he’s finally close enough to you where he could do stuff like this. Everybody who was conversing with each other before he arrived, had stopped talking so freely— instead they choose to whisper their words because of the abrupt, awkward atmosphere that he had unintentionally brought over. No one there likes him, not one bit. His behaviour is creepy, not only in general— but directed towards you. Sometimes, his obsession towards you unknowingly breaks through his grumpy stature and slips up that he’s not sane. How his lips turn to a snarl when you mention hanging out with a certain friend, or how you’re coincidentally always paired up with him for assessments. Strange… yeah, they’ve noticed, and he’s noticed their more passive aggression towards him.
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who bites down on his own tongue to muffle his heavy breathing when he hears your friends voice their concern about his relationship with you, as he’s stationed behind the wall to the women’s restroom— listening intently to their annoying voice. Oh how badly he wanted to pounce on and bash their skulls into the ground— but then that would really scare you off, so he dismisses it and continues to harshly scratch at the now growing scab on his thigh. You wouldn’t abandon him, would you? You did agree to be his ‘friend’ for life, even though you were drowsy from a two hour mid term test and probably had no idea what he was asking, you still agreed. Scaramouche feels his heart swell love when your sounds of disagreement enter his ears— wow, you’re sticking up for him? Arguing that he’s just a misunderstood and lonely boy, Saying he’s not as weird as everyone thinks? That you think he’s quite… cute? That last one allows a bright, red hue spread across his face, as well as his eyes pretty much dilating into hearts— a flush on his face which quickly rushes down his pants and to his dick, making it painfully prod against his now tight underwear. Though he of course wants to hear more of your silky voice echo though his ears with praise, directed at him, he hurries off to the male bathrooms so no one will catch him with a boner outside of the girls. That would definitely raise more alarms.
While Scaramouche is angrily pumping the shaft of his cock and rutting his hips up into his palm, gripping onto the tile wall of the stall he crammed himself into— he’s thinking of ways to rid of those wretched vermin you declared were friends. When the first wave of cum sprays from his dick and spreads jolts of pleasure throughout his body— he decides that they should no longer study at the same university as the both of you, and plans to fake an incident so they’ll be kicked out. When he’s moaning out your name in a shallow, pathetic whimper, squirting his fourth round of sticky cum up and all over the stall door— he thinks that, that wasn’t punishment enough. For trying to get in the way of your love, they should be gone entirely. Erased from existence with absolutely no way to interact with you, ever again. Hastily tugging up his pants, patting down his shirt and ruffling with his purple locks— Scaramouche exits the stall he had just orgasmed in and straight past the sinks, dismissing the thought of cleaning his hands and instead heads off to his next destination. Not caring about the cum he had painted all over the wall, in fact— he was more than smug about the thought of someone seeing the mess that he had left. (Because he’s yucky like that)
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who— two weeks later, walks into his next class and takes his rightful seat beside you without a care in the world. As if he had not broke into one of your friends house during the middle of the night and strangled them in their sleep, just the night before. It’s was a slow and merciless process— one that he had relished in tremendously. The sight still vividly remains in his mind, how she had gasped and struggled around under the weight of his body. How his hands— tenuous as they were, wrapped around her throat and squeezed with all his strength. His eyes were downcast and luxuriating in the way her own had slowly started to loose their life, as her disgusting hands— which he knew had countlessly touched all over your graceful ones— had, inchmeal, lost their grip and fell from his arms that they were so desperately clawing onto for dear life. He hopes that they would forever remember the sinister smile he had on his lips the entire time during their suffering, because god does he wish that his face will haunt them for the rest of eternity.
He’s your shoulder to cry on when you hear of the news, when you had flung your head into the crease of his neck to weep your worries— he’s grinning like a mad man into your hair while patting your back lovingly, taking the thrilling opportunity to draw in a long and deep breath of your aroma which had fogged up into his nose. Your delicate hands are gripping onto his sleeve as you shed tears of sadness over the loss of your dear friend, all while he’s smugly lavishing in the tender warmth of your touch. Just as he had visioned, having his beloved in such a distressed state where she can hardly form coherent words, he takes this chance to voice out his words of so called solace. “Truely such an unfortunate end for them to face… if you would like, we can leave class early and I’ll walk you home. It’s not a good idea to stay here while you’re in such a… vulnerable state.” And take you home he does. From collecting your belongings and leaving the room, to whisking you away from nuisances who tried to console you themselves, Scaramouche holds your hand tightly while you both walk the path to your house. You were so wrapped up in your head that you don’t notice how he had known the exact direction without having to ask you.
The first thing Yandere Creep!Scaramouche does when he trails behind you through your front door, is rack his eyes over every wall in the entrance way for sighs of other males. Wether family photographs or shoes that he knows aren’t yours. He sighs out in relief when there is nothing for him to fret over— So he tightens his grip on your hand and trudges in the direction to your living room, right next to your bedroom. Your… bedroom… he’s almost foaming at the mouth. He’s just mere meters away from entering your bedroom for the first time ever. A place which you sleep, where you study, where you… masturbate. He pauses his steps, eyes slightly widening in realisation at the thought. You would definitely touch yourself at night, right? Maybe you grip onto your bed sheets in desperation as you’re plunging your fingers into your tight and wet pussy. Do you muffle your bonny moans with your hands out of embarrassment? Or do you let loose and allow them to echo of the walls of your room. He’s hoping option number one, for he does not want anyone other then himself to hear those cute little noises you let out. Scaramouche snaps out of his day dream when the feeling of your hand leaves his, and unconsciously, he reaches out to grip onto it because he’s already missing your warmth.
He excuses his actions of needfulness as a way to console you further, because he ‘does not want you to feel alone in this time of need.’ And encourages you to sit down and rest away your worries, as he’s by your side the entire time and tending to your needs. When you have tears leaking out from your beautiful eyes, and snot dripping from your nose— Scaramouche is extending a tissue into your hand and hovering his palm over your knee. When he notices the way your racked sobs slowly start to level with your now calmer breathing, he’s finding his way around your house and to the kitchen, searching each and every cabinet for a glass and filling it with water— back by your side before you even had the chance to notice his brief absence and handing it towards you. (Not before he keenly rummaged through your fridge and took a mental note of the foods you like to eat.) Scaramouche, with one hand, lifts the cup of liquid to your lips, while his other lands on the back of your head to tilt it upwards— and god does he feel like your boyfriend in this very moment.
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who twiddles with his thumbs expectantly when you excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up, saying you’ll just quickly try and shower off your disturbance and be out within minutes. He nods quickly, and waves you off, muttering that he’ll wait right here on the couch for you, and watches as you waddle off in the direction he assumes is the bathroom. And he does stay put— for the first couple of minutes. Because when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, enters his hearing— he’s jumping up from his seat on the couch and making a beeline straight for your bedroom. His mouth slightly parts when he’s in the doorway, and his eyes dart around the room in excitement. Your dresser… your desk… your bed. His stare is dead set on your bed, and he’s about to start waking over to it until he accidentally steps on something soft that was lying on the floor.
When he looks down— he can basically feel his heart stop beating, because under his foot, is a cute little pair of pink underwear. Your underwear… Scaramouche doesn’t even register what his body is doing out of his control until he unconsciously drops down to his knees, in front of the item, hands cautiously reaching out to grab them as if they would try and run away. “Holy shit…” he mutters the moment his hand curls around the fabric, pinching it between his fingers and raising it up to his face. He swears he can still smell the scent of your pussy lingering on them, and he’s imagining the way your slick folds rub against the cotton with each step you take.
Scaramouche gulps down the lump in his throat, his grip tightening around the cloth as he slowly inches it closer to his face. And as much as he wants to saviour this moment, he knows that time is limited and he has to act, fast. So without a second left to waste— his hand is thrusting the material right up against his nose and taking a deep inhale. He moans, a loud and needy moan falls out his mouth and thankfully, muffles into your panties so you have no chance of hearing it. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels a jolt of electricity flow throughout his body. He hunches forward— his free hand planting on the ground to stabilise his trembling body. “Mhm god, so…fucking good.” He mewls, unaware that he had started drooling all over the fabric like some sort of feral animal.
God your scent smelled so good— way better then he had envisioned in his mind. Way, way better that it has his mind running fucking haywire. And although he doesn’t want to, he pulls them away from his nose to take a breather. His breaths are erratic, tongue lolling out from his lips while his eyes blink rapidly in desperation to try and rid of the black spots around his vision. He’s just in a complete state of pure euphoria as he hurriedly stuffs his face back into your underwear, his teeth clamping shut over them.
He’s wasn’t aware how long he had hunched over the floor with your panties basically shoved up his nose until he hears the faint sound of the shower turning off from the bathroom. He pauses, eyes anxiously darting up and racking around the room in a panic. Of course— just as his hand was slithering down his stomach and towards his aching dick, he knew time was up. So with all his remaining strength, he lifts up from the floor and tries to steady his shaking legs. He’s so dizzy, there’s a line of drool leaking down his chin, and his eyes are drooping in pleasure.
Scaramouche tries so hard to steady his breathing, he really does— and he’s one hundred percent sure he looks like some sort of crazy person with the way he stumbles around the room. So with one last whiff into the fabric, he quickly stuffs your underwear into his back pocket and stumbles his way towards the door, grabbing onto walls and shelves to ensure he doesn’t topple over. Thankfully, by the time he’s back in the lounge room and hunched over the couch— you emerge from the bathroom with damp hair and new clothes, an elegant scent of strawberry’s lingering off your body. (He’ll have to ask what soap you use one day.)
Yandere Creep!Scaramouche, for the next ten minutes, tries so hard to cover his boner from your gaze— he’s cupping it with his hand and grabbing a couch cushion to shield it away from you— all while he’s nodding along to whatever you say. It’s so painful, he’s occasionally taking deep, shaking breaths (which he blames on the sadness he feels for your friend) as he keeps shifting around in his seat to try and ease the tension. By the end of the day— as the sun slowly starts to set, you decide to call it a night and thank him for his time, walking him to the front door. He nods at you, eyes cast to the ground and saying to email him if you ever need anything.
Let’s hope you didn’t notice the way he tried to pull his shirt down to cover his hard cock— or why there is something pink, slightly hanging out from his back pocket.
Probably puts your underwear on his sex doll of you, lol
𓍢 summary. taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened
𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of call signs
𓍢 includes. childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha
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Synopsis: The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers?
Word Count: 2240
Notes: Yandere, forced marriage, abuse
“Is–is it acceptable, my lord?”
The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? Even if its only approval for a selection of tea.
You rock forward, just enough to peek your head past the screen keeping you from view, and glance at the selection laid out carefully in front of Scaramouche–in front of your husband.
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I’m thinking about Albedo, wanting to run a test on you. He wants to make you addicted to him.
Whenever you’re with him, he laces your food. first, with a highly addictive substance, then with an aphrodisiac. your first visit on the side of dragonspine was fairly uneventful, but he could tell you were flustered as you left. he revels in it, wondering if you could even make it down the side of the mountain before your hand was down your pants. or maybe you did make it all the way back home, all pent up and hazy from the drugs, rubbing your little pussy against a pillow like a bitch in heat.
and you come back, and you feel the same feelings. this time, though.. you’re a little less adept at hiding it. he’s made you cum at least six times by the end of the night, and you pass out there. of course, your breakfast the next morning is laced too, and he gets to watch you blush and shake and try to hide it and fail miserably all over again. how exciting.
and eventually it works, you turn up at his shelter more and more often, all but begging for his cock even without the drugs. he successfully got you addicted to his dick, and he’s gonna use it to his advantage.
content warning: noncon, aphrodisiac drug use, mindbreak, masturbation (f), creampie. dark content! anti dc & -17 dni + nsfw under the cut.
ANONNNN big brain i love u for this kiss kiss
It’s the type of feeling that crept up on you almost instantly, lathering your inner thighs with slicks and clouds up your mind with lewd thoughts. All you could think is going anywhere as long as you’re alone, as long as you can hurry your dainty fingers down your panties and twiddle your wet cunt with your hand cupping your mouth to muffle your whines. it’s weird how you’re always like this around Albedo, knees growing weaker, cheeks heating up and by the time you realized, you’re rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs as he speaks.
It’s truly immoral coming from you, but even you can barely hold yourself together right now to think straight. Every subtle touch from him elicits a whine out of you which leads to you quickly excusing yourself without caring about the brutal cold. Not like it could compare with the way your body heats up right now, you just hope and wish to Barbatos that Albedo doesn’t hear you.
Guilt came to play with your heart when you started touching yourself to him, your fingers pumping inside of you, pussy squelching as Albedo’s face flashes across your mind. Embarrassed come next when you showed up at his shelter with a much more disarrayed appearance, begging for him to help you out from this weird situation you found yourself stuck with.
It’s a shame that your vision is too blurry from all the tears if not you could’ve pieced it together— why every time you consumed everything from him your body acts up, why even a spoonful of his food sent this feeling jolting in your body. But at least somebody prefers it that way, Albedo would rather you not know of it. Besides, why would you want to, right?
You’re happy here with him, constantly fucked out of your mind. If his nose isn’t buried in books then it would be buried in you, tongue lapping your wet cunt as the bridge of his nose rub against your puffy clit. And when he’s frustrated with his experiment, he’ll just let it out on you, pushing your soaked panties before shoving his cock inside of you. Not that you mind, all you know is throw your head back and worship his cock, tight pretty cunt clamped down his cock every time you cum all over his lap.
He doesn’t even need to laced your food again.
do the other harbingers know about capitanos little dove 👀
Capitano never brings his precious treasure to any meetings with the Harbingers, but they've seen you on your routine strolls around Snezhnaya.
For some time now, the Harbingers have been watching his comrade and a pretty maiden sitting next to each other on the same bench, at the loneliest end of the promenade on a small, icy garden that's close to the headquarters.
You two made an odd couple for sure. The first time they saw you, they thought you were lovely but too fragile and frightened, like a little mouse. Sometimes they heard you chat. You more than him, who spoke little, but fixed his attention on you.
The first to really notice you was Pantalone. When he passed by you, he couldn't see your eyes, which were constantly lowered. He only saw your long eyelashes, full of shadow and modesty. This did not prevent you from smiling while listening to some musicians performing there, and he thought there was nothing so charming as that sweet smile with downcast eyes.
The next time he came near you, you raised your eyelids, and your eyes met. What strange and endearing quality does your gaze hold? He could not have said at the time.
You lowered your eyes; he continued on his way. What he had just witnessed was not the dull emptiness of fright; but a mysterious chasm that had parted, then abruptly closed.
He learned at that moment why Capitano held on to you in such a manner.
You were lovely indeed... the loveliest, most valuable creature on earth.
Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader
Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.
Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity
Word Count — 1.7k
Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…
Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago.
“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona.
Alyona, the absentee.
The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.
“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’.
The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye.
“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.
“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.
Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it.
“What are you two doing here?”
Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.
“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.
Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.
“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”
His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…
Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance.
Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.
“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone.
Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.
He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.
“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security.
You had lied.
To him.
Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.
“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.
“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.
“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches.
“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”
“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.
“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.
“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.
“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.
Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.
"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”
“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.
“There will be no second chances.”
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