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kesh8 · 1 year

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A labourer’s reward

‧₊˚- Synopsis – Pantalone has a new idea for your debt payment

‧₊˚- Word count – 1.5k

‧₊˚- Cw– Fem! reader, nsfw, cunnilingus, spanking, Pantalone is dominate, my first fic so ignore how bad it is

It isn’t often that someone as grand as Pantalone would even think to let a mere labourer work under him, yet here you were, standing in his lavishly decorated office.

Marble floors freshly polished, a fur rug from an animal most likely extinct, trinkets you don’t even want to know how much mora were wasted on. Everything in his office was perfectly organised, fitting for a man such as him.

You heard the door behind you click, with the lock snapping after it, telling you someone has entered.

The smell of a rich vanilla, jasmine, and another scent so extravagant it was unrecognisable to you had filled the room upon his arrival. His scent was always so intoxicating, you bet it came from one of the richest businesses in Liyue, custom made, just for him.

A light chuckle ruptured from his chest, snapping you out of your daydreams.

“M-my lord, I’ve finished the paperwork you’ve assigned me.” Right. That's why you were here. Only to drop off a simple envelope, filled with work you had already completed inside.

“I see your imagination must be working as hard as you?” Embarrassment took over you when he said that, your cheeks gaining a slight blush.

His boots click as he approaches you, the sound echoing loudly off the shined floors. His hand trails over your shoulder, sending chills through your body. He always made you nervous, but not in a way you deemed unwelcomed. He was such a charismatic man, it was only natural your feelings for him began the moment he accepted you, a peasant, to work under him to pay off debts. Yet all you were compared to him was a speck of dirt. You always viewed him as some kind of generous after the offer, despite being a harbinger, it appeared he showed at least some sympathy for you.

His grip became firmer on your shoulders for a moment, squeezing them before moving to face you. He took the papers from your hand, handling them with care as if they were a fragile Snezhnayan glass. One of the other things you valued about him, his tenderness. Even if it was just a facade, you didn’t care. You practically drooled over it every night.

“I appreciate your time going into the papers. Without fail you’ve managed to complete all tasks on time, no setbacks. Surely, your hiring hasn’t been a mistake.”

He swiftly made his way to his desk, taking a seat in his chair, crafted with only the most luxurious woods.

The praise, no matter what it was about, never failed to make you weak in the knees.

You gave a quick nod in return, not quite sure how to respond back. Before you could turn to open the door, he stopped you, telling you to come to him. That made your heart pound against your chest. You couldn’t tell at that moment what he wanted, and you weren’t sure what you wanted, either. You wanted to leave the room, growing more nervous every moment you spent alone with him, but you also wanted to stay. Stay with him, go closer, accept whatever is going to happen, at the expense of being able to stand in his presence even just a second longer.

Now standing alongside a chair that was facing his side of the desk, you remained silent, waiting for him to break the ice.

“Lately, I’ve had a more…. interesting form of paying back what you owe, if you’re up to it, that is.” You could hear his smirk laced through his words.

While your debts weren’t exactly measly, they weren’t large either. You grew curious at what other tasks you could possibly do. Other than skills you picked up being a labourer, you had nothing else to offer. Maybe the clothes off your back, but even then, he was kind enough to give you these when you took up this job.

Feeling as you owed it to him, you accepted the offer.

He rose to his feet, coming to stand right beside you in the middle of the desk, where 2 other chairs used to be prior to him pushing them out of the way.

You felt heat sneak up onto your cheeks, he was rather close to you, The heat radiating off his muscular body warmed you. His hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek softly. All you could do is stare at him like a lost puppy, lost in the moment.

You took a moment to indulge in his looks, no denying he was good looking, after all. His pale skin complimented his smooth lips quite nicely. His features all went together pleasantly, like a perfectly fitting puzzle. The coat he draped over his shoulder left much to the imagination, leaving you undressing him with your eyes, a guilty pleasure of yours.

He found it amusing, watching you stare. He stifled a small laugh at the sight.

“If you wish, you may take a taste” He cooed in your ear.

You hadn’t realised he was watching you so intently, turns out your poker face isn’t as sheltering as you thought. You hesitated on the offer. Obviously, you wanted to kiss him, who wouldn’t? But you couldn’t shake the nervous effect he still had on you. Truth be told, you were desperate for him.

Reluctantly, you pressed your lips against his, and he was quick to take over. His lips were soft against yours, the kiss was sloppy, but it didn’t matter in the moment, your current priority was tasting more of him. He bit your bottom lip, You opened your mouth with a slight gasp of surprise. His tongue glided into your mouth, making you whimper almost inaudibly, though you heard him snicker at your reaction.

He pushed you back against the desk and pressed his knee in between your thighs, in an attempt to coax a reaction out of you. The whines that came from your lips were like music to his ears.

“Already moaning for me and I haven’t even properly touched you yet. Somebody's desperate.” He teased, dragging out his last words.

You were on cloud nine, your fantasies playing out right here, right now. As long as you got more, you couldn’t care less how desperate you seemed.

“Fuck.. more, sir” you panted in between eager kisses.

“My, look at you, acting like a slut, but who am I to not entertain?”

He hiked your loose-fit skirt up to your waist and ordered you to sit in his personalised chair. The embarrassingly large wet spot in your panties made itself more obvious as Pantalone spread your legs apart. His gloved fingers found their way to your clit, making you gasp for air at the unexpected contact.

The extra friction from your cloth underwear made it that much more intense. He ghosted his fingers over the glistening garment, making you bite back noises of pleasure.

Even in the midst of this, Pantalone seems untouchable. He still wears the same sly smirk as he did entering the room. He is fully in control of this situation, you and him both aware of the fact.

The Regrator found himself growing bored, taking it upon himself to advance. He slips your panties down to your ankles and you suddenly feel a shaky breath on your heat, your hole fluttering around nothing. He drags his tongue along your folds, just ghosting over the skin, looking up at you with that shit eating grin. But hell is it hot. You’re completely at his mercy. You squirm in the chair beneath you, trying to get some sort of relief.

A hand lands a harsh slap on your thigh, ripping a yelp from your throat.

“You’ll move only when I tell you to.” Harsh orders from the 9th Harbinger make you internally scream.

All you do is mumble a “Yes, sir” in response, not wanting to anger him further.

He wants things to start moving, seeing as he’s fast to getting back to what he was occupied with before being disturbed by a brat. His tongue finds your clit, and waves of arousal wash over you. He hollows out his cheeks, beginning to suck on your needy bud.

He mentally notes your vocal when pleasured, whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth at every moment he spends on you.

The oh so familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to create itself, making you burn with anticipation.

“Pantalone I-I’m close” You tremble as you speak.

He suddenly inserts two of his long digits into you. Your back arches against the smooth chair, while your head falls back in ecstasy. His pace grows to a rapid speed, determined to help you reach your climax.

“Come for me, labourer.” As fast as the words leave his mouth, you release all over his face and fingers, voice growing hoarse as more moans come from your lips.

He stands in front of you, licking your juices off his fingers, savouring your sweet taste.

Your chest rises up and down as you struggle to catch your breath from one of your biggest dreams playing out right in front of your eyes.

“I conceive this as sufficient pay.”

#pantalone smut #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin imagines #banker #smut #video games #fanfic #fantasy #genshin scenarios #pantalones #genshin x you #fem reader #request #anon ask #ask me things #send me asks #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader

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jinzu07 · 2 years

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Late post lmao..

#genshin dottore #dottore #genshin pantalone #genshin impact #pantalones #dottolone

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rileythelonelyalien · 1 year

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

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

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

Want to read the dottore version ?

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

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

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

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

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

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lalicaaaaa · 2 years

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Mmmmmmm imagine being the only responsible one in this Trio and having to share a s/o not you but like some random person

They would be the most annoying people to share a s/o with and your the calm quiet one and most likely a service dom for the s/o. So while their fighting you whisk them away. While dottore is rough you and pantalone are gentle you more then him.

It’s rare when you get mad but when you do you get handsy and quickly put people in their place and your tall af with or without heels on (if you wear heels) and you become a Brat tamer 😫 like imagine that dottore piss you off really bad and it ends with him being under you and you pulling his hair with pantalone and your s/o watching. I love putting a man in his place 😩

Or maybe your s/o was being a Brat and you guys tie them up and overstim them and you guys take turns 😧 rare moment you guys work together

Pegging is a must because who else is going to make them cry of pleasure. Dottore is cryer change my mind. Let’s be honest that man has never touched a woman in his life I mean he made a clone of himself for crying out loud if you peg him and degrade him and pull his hair. he wouldn’t notice but he will cry a little.

Pantalone has a thing for tieing people up once he tried to tie you up and it didn’t really turn out in his favor

Over all share a s/o with them would be a trip to hell and back for you and the poor soul you guys are holding captive 🫠

#genshin impact #genshin #smut #lime #oneshot #genshin x reader #dom reader #dottore #pantalones #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader

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sgrimp · 1 year

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Shark man

#dottore #il dottore #genshin razor #lisa minci #pantalones #sandrone #arlecchino #fanart #genshin impact #last image is referring to when the segments get erased in each dub #specifically the very last segment #my art

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fidanzataannoiatasworld2 · 1 year

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😜

#italia #italygram #tumblr girls #thicc girls #curvy girls #black tumblr #artists on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #ristorante #hotel #tacchi #pantalones #legs #female

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mellowwillowy · 2 years

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○ Invitation ○

Yan!Pantalone x missing childhood friend (deity)

Just another day of managing everything except that today got a little bit too bloody on him, collecting debt from a man who tried to run away leaving his family behind without a care of the world. How sickening. Pantalone took off his glasses, wiping the blood that was splattered on the lens. Dirty. He shouldn’t be dirty. He doesn’t want to upset his sister.

“ As if I’m not dirty enough already…” Pantalone chuckled to himself. He at the very least wished for his attire to be clean, free from any dirt such as a bastard’s blood. That way, it’ll hide his impurities away. Only for a moment of course.

Pantalone walked around the house, checking everything up and down. What was once a warm house had turned cold after a cold slaughter. What was once filled with warm laughters had now turned into a quiet hell. Well, it’s still better than hearing them plead for their lives. How pitiful that they lost their lives just because of someone’s mistake. Just like how he lost the warmth that a child deserved because of his parent’s mistake. Just like how you lost everything because of a woman.

Just like how you lost your visions and yourself because of him.

Pantalone leaned himself toward the wall. Blood spattered. How long had it been since he last felt your warmth? How long had it been since he heard your voice? How long had you left him alone? How long had you … passed away?

He shook his head. No. Until he found your corpse, he refused to believe that you had passed away. Until then, he’ll forever look for you. No matter how far or deep you had strayed. You are still alive. It’s simply because he knew you are still alive that he didn’t think slaughtering everyone that was involved in your disappearance as an offering for you. You are still alive. You didn’t ascend nor did you descend.

After all, if you had truly passed away, you would at the very least show hints that you were watching him , right? You’d probably either show yourself for a split second or did something to acknowledge his ‘offering’. An offering in which he slaughtered everyone that was related to the people who forcefully took you away from him, be it their families or their beloved. No matter how innocent they were, even if it’s just a newborn, all of them faced the same fate. Death. Be it a swift, painless death or a slow, torturing death.

And now, he had done the same too although it didn’t really satisfy him. That man didn’t show the reaction he expected him to. A monster.

“ Hahaha… who am I to comment someone else…” Pantalone brought his gloved hand to his face, smearing the blood that was on it onto his face. Could it be that you had actually ascended but decided to abandon him? Could it be that you no longer wish to acknowledge him? That would be the logical reason why there’s not a single hint about you being around him. He had thought of himself too highly. Why would you watch someone who stole everything from you?

He felt like dying, stabbing himself right on his heart over and over until all the dirty blood flowed out of him so that he’s finally worthy to see you again. But what if you are still alive? What if you are still waiting for him to keep his promise? There’s not a single day he could feel like he’s not being torn apart.

Until tonight.

One of the agent delivered an invitation from the Tsaritsa herself. A banquet in which everyone was required to attend. Anyone who didn’t attend would be …executed? Pantalone sighed to himself, he had to cancel all his appointments for this banquet. But why? If it’s something urgent then why a banquet?

Just before he left the house, he looked back once more. The man’s body had been hung by the door, revealing a pitiful yet disgusting face. The bodies of the family members had been moved to the family room. And just like that, Pantalone threw the match and burnt everything down. A befitting ending for everyone.

“ Do you know why her Majesty holds this… banquet… sir Pulcinella?”

Pulcinella simply chuckled to himself before patting Pantalone’s arm.

“ Just wait and see, you’ll love the surprise”

And so he waited. Whatever it might be would probably not disappoint him. Especially after the threat that was directly stated in the invitation. All the harbingers are present. The lights were suddenly turned off. Everyone’s attention shifted toward the glowing dresses of the Tsaritsa and the girl that she escorted. Both Mirror Maiden and the Cicin Mage were tailing them both from behind. Well this is surprising?

And archons was it surprising. Upon taking a closer look on the girl, he noticed the unmistakable pink hair that you had. Petite. Long white dress. Flowers ornaments on your head. And those eyes. It’s you. Childe was the first to stand up and clapped his hands toward you. Everyone simply followed what he did while Pantalone tried to process everything in his head.

Hah. So you are alive? Well, he’s not sure if you are alive this whole time or not but still

You are here.

And that’s all that matters.

And so, Pantalone clapped his hands as well, his eyes never leave your side. A shame you couldn’t notice it because everyone’s gazes were on you. It’s alright, he didn’t mind it at all. It’s only natural for him to not be noticed by you but that doesn’t mean he won’t make you notice him. He will make your eyes land on him. He will make you acknowledge him again.

Such a pleasant reunion that we have right here, Sister.

(You can read more about what happened before and after the banquets from my other posts but it won’t be exclusively about Pantalone *aka sharing with all the harbingers*) , inconsistent updates so there might not be any posts about it yet

#yandere pantalone #pantalone x reader #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #fatui #fatui harbingers #pantalones #cult genshin au #yandere cult genshin #yandere fatui

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theinnerunderrain · 2 years

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More than just Greed [Yan!Pantalone x Saintess!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, brief description of blood and violence, minor character death, manipulation, attempted murder/ poisoning.

Word count: 3.6k+

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He who is not content with what he has, would not be content with what he would like to have.

Due to his upbringing in poverty, Pantalone had a profound yearning for greener pastures and a warm shelter over his head. Every night at the dinner table, he desired delectable food, Pantalone was tired of the same stale bread he ate on a daily basis. He wanted soft, undamaged clothing that would truly keep him warm in the elements, not some rag that barely covered his malnourished chest, allowing a bunch of privileged young lords to point and sneer at him.

Those were the sort of privileges he desired.

These, in his opinion, were necessities for the majority of humanity but privileges for the unfortunate ones who were born within the wrong womb. Why didn't the poor have access to a system that allowed them to eat or take a shower? Why must a child suffer for a parent's mistake?

Pantalone couldn't frankly understand either.

The visions are believed to be granted to those with compelling ambitions, but despite having the pure resolve to acquire those privileges to lead a comfortable life, he never received one. Was he not worthy in the eyes of the Gods? Was the desire to just live insufficient? Money may not have been the world's greatest virtue, but it is the one thing that unifies civilizations. The world is controlled by a small piece of parchment. Certainly not the Almighty. Unlike currency, God does not rule the earth.

As a corollary, money has much more power to influence people than the faith in God.

Pantalone felt a twinge of humour as he observed Capitano tugging you behind him as he led you through the Cathedral with your small hands cradled in his palm. Although he never had the opportunity to experience it firsthand, it was similar to a toddler being guided by their parents on the first day of school.

As you took in your surroundings slowly, your eyes glowed with wonder and danced wildly over the room. It was clear that this was your first time seeing the cathedral's beautiful architecture, clad with towering walls painted with the finest art. The cathedral was as grand as the Tsaritsa palace, so magnificently marvellous in comparison to your parents' small tavern that now simply stood as a dull building. Capitano visibly decelerated his steps as you and him proceeded up the enormous stairs in an effort to prevent you from tumbling backwards. A quiet apology was spoken after you managed to trip up a few steps, but Capitano's hands were soon encircling your waist to steady you. You managed to ascend the steps without stumbling, but you were obviously exhausted after ascending all of those stairs.

"Welcome, Sir Capitano and Lady [First Name]."

He grinned as he drank in your somewhat stumpy appearance. Despite the fact that your beauty was rather prominent, the trip to the capital must have been quite difficult based on your untidy hair and slightly soiled outfit. But you overall seem to be in good shape, something he'll applaud Capitano for.

"Pantalone. I can trust that you have our accommodations arranged? The journey was fairly comprehensive."

Ah, straightforward as always.

His golden eyes follow you as you cower behind Capitano while he speaks. Your gaze barely lingered on him for a brief moment before it vanished when you discovered him staring at you with that smile cast on his lips. Since he had heard that you had been removed against your request from your own home after being nurtured by your parents for so long, he figured that your fearful personality was to be anticipated.

"All of the preparations have been made by my employees. Before you depart, why exchange a proper introduction?"

He gestures toward you after catching a glimpse of the hostility building beneath Capitano's mask. The three of you remained motionless before Capitano prodded you to speak and introduced yourself despite your obvious discomfort. Pantalone was not at all nearly as tall as the warrior, but you still seem rather diminutive in comparison to him. Could it be that you're naturally timid, therefore it makes you seem smaller than you are?

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Pantalone."

Given the strangeness surrounding him and the fact that Pantalone is a relatively foreign name in the region of Snezhnaya, you begin to question that Pantalone was even his authentic name. His name glides off your tongue somewhat smoothly despite the slight quiver within your voice.

"Please, Pantalone or simply just sir is enough for me. No need to be so formal."

He laughs just as one of the maids enters the corridor, clearly eager to accompany you and Capitano to your quarters despite his displeasure. Perhaps he'll receive a better opportunity to interact with you more later? But he supposed it's not the right time at this moment, especially not with Capitano's obvious eyes lingering on your form like a protective predator trying to secure its prey.

"I'm ready to accompany our guests to their rooms, sir."

"Ah, I imagine it would be impolite of me to keep you all here much longer. Enjoy your night and please do join me tomorrow for breakfast."

But when given the chance, he too wasn't reluctant to charge at his prey. Perhaps Capitano should be more watchful of his little pet? Nothing in Snezhnaya, after all, is capable of eluding his grasp. He may want to be concerned about a rat breaking out at night and getting into your room, since rats are rather pesky.

But perhaps he'll be the one to save you from the rat?

We'll simply have to wait and see.

Despite the fact that nothing could truly compete with the comfort of your own home, you would have to acknowledge that the chamber you were staying in was rather pleasant. The room was rather large and was covered in a fancy-like wallpaper, and the mattress was large enough to fit more than three people. It wasn't nearly as chummy as your old bedroom within your parents' tavern, but you practically felt like royalty with the insane amount of gold furniture within the room.

You snuggled under the blanket and felt taken aback by how plush it was—it almost felt like you were lounging in a cloud-like swamp.

Warm, and soft.

You steadily close your eyes as you make a conscious effort to float away into Dreamland, a pleasant smile creeping across your face. After spending the prior weeks sleeping in tents, you were somewhat grateful to finally have the opportunity to rest within a comfortable bed. But just as you're almost certain to nod off. You were abruptly awakened by a quiet knock against your door, which caused you to sit up against the headboard and call to the person.

"What is it?"

For a fraction of a second, there was silence in the air, forcing an unpleasant feeling to sweep through your gut as you stare at the door, awaiting for their answer.

"...Sir Capitano has directed that I deliver this sleeping aid. May I come in?"

At this hour? Despite the fact it was too difficult to comprehend the miniature clock above your vanity, you figured it was probably past midnight at this point. However, Capitano wasn't a stranger with the practice of foregoing sleep in order to maintain an eye on you. Therefore, maybe it wasn't strange for him to send medicine at this time either?

"You may come in."

Speaking hesitantly, you watched as the door steadily creaked open to let a young maid, possibly even younger than you, enter the room carrying a small candle.

The maid flashed you a gentle smile, strolling to the side of your bed before carefully placing the candle next to your nightstand and pulling out a small pack of medication. Her hair was knotted in two twin braids, and the candle's radiance barely highlighted the freckles within her cheeks. You were expecting her to deliver you the medication, but instead she simply threw the container to the floor where the contents slipped into the abyss beneath the mattress. Her other hand carefully unlatched the back of her garment to show a sharp blade that shone in the moonlight filtering through the window.

"What are you doing-!"

The young girl lunges forward, her free hand clamping against your lips to keep you from wailing loudly. The blade mockingly glowed brightly as she raised the dagger in the air, evoking memories of the shooting stars your parents used to take you to see. In an attempt to buy yourself some time to free yourself from her grip, you squirm and struggle whilst pleading with her with your eyes, praying that she would take pity on you.

You momentarily caught a glimpse of hesitancy within her dark eyes. She seemed unsure of whether she was prepared to end the life of another person owing to the manner she held the blade—it was somewhat wobbly and hesitant. She was able to stifle her turmoil, though, as she attempted to strike you with the knife whilst quietly apologising.

You shut your eyes and braced yourself for a piercing agony, but all you felt was her hand slipping away from your face. As warm liquid spilled all over your body, a ferocious cry broke the air as the sound of the maid's body slumping onto the floor. The metallic smell of blood started to permeate your senses at this point, and you painfully realised what the substance was, which drove your breathing to become bulkier.

Despite the sound of delicate footsteps creeping toward your bed, you firmly kept your eyes closed due to being fearful of being disturbed by the sight of the bloody corpse of the maid.

"[First Name]."

It wasn't the usual deep, solemn voice you had grown accustomed to hearing instead, it sounded distinctive. As opposed to that, this person's voice was rich and smooth, slipping gently into your ears like a gemstone gliding upon glass. The individual steadily stroked his fingers along your face, delicately cleaning the blood from your cheeks. His fingers were frigid, perhaps colder than Capitano's, leading you to conclude that your saviour was indeed eviler than Capitano.

"Everything is fine. All you have to do now is go back to sleep."

A hand tenderly eased your head towards the pillow as he murmured, fanning his breath across your cheeks as if he were nudging you to return to sleep despite the obscurity of the situation.

Yet, you were deeply afraid.

Opting to close your eyes for the duration of the procedure, attempting to ignore how the foot of the mattress dipped a bit beneath his body as he sat down. Straining to disregard the way his fingers traced the tiny contours within your face whilst sliding your tresses behind your ears. Your subconscious was hollering at you to go to sleep, to gradually wash out the stillness of his humming, and to eventually rinse out the severity of your predicament. Several minutes seemed to pass by at this time, and your body started to feel somewhat heavier and your thoughts started to become muddled, as if you were evaporating from your current body. You can feel his fingertips tracing along your lips as the background humming continues on, gently lulling you into sleep.

A soothing "goodnight" was spoken into your ears as you were parting, followed by the warm sensation of something damp being placed on top of your forehead. A brief opening of your eyes allows you to see dark wavy hair and a set of golden eyes that gleam in the shadows, accompanied by plush lips that curve in a mischievous smile. Before you were capable of falling asleep and wandering off again to your dreamland.

The blood that had previously been soaking onto your skin and nightgown had already been cleansed by the time you woke up the following morning. In fact, you had changed entirely into a different gown. The young maid's body, along with the blood that had been on the floor, had all vanished.

The room appeared to be completely normal, as if nothing abnormal had happened.

You hunt for the medication that the maid had formerly dropped, feeling somewhat agitated, underneath your bed frame. Nothing, not even a single dust particle, was found underneath the bed.

Was it merely a nightmare?

A number of maids accompanied you in getting dressed and guided you to slip on a breathtaking white dress that spilled to your knees and had sleeves with cuffs that reached just above your elbow. They attached pearl embellishments to your hair, giving it the appearance as if there was an unending sea of shimmering pearls within your mane.

You peek at your reflection in the mirror, a little taken aback by how unusual you seem to be. You felt very different and possibly even more sophisticated than before thanks to all of these expensive clothes and accessories. You would even get that this dress probably cost more than your parents' tavern, even if they managed to rack up a lot of money within the span of a couple months.

One of the maids led you down into the main dining area, where Capitano and Pantalone were seated. They appeared to be having a brief conversation before your quiet footsteps reverberated throughout the space, prompting them to turn their attention towards you. Following a charming smile, Pantalone motioned for you to take a seat next to him and directly across from Capitano.

"Ah, [First Name]. Here, take a seat."

You took a seat, feeling a little stiff as you adjusted the length of your dress into place before dragging the chair up to the table.

"How was your sleep last night?"

Pantalone muses as he pushes a tea cup decorated with delicate floral motifs towards your direction. If you were to judge the cup solely by its appearance, you would undoubtedly conclude that it is made of exquisite porcelain, which is more expensive than the entirety of your closet at home.

"For most part, it was alright."

You answered, taking a tiny sip of the hot tea as you could feel two sets of eyes penetrating your head as they intently listened to your words.

"B..But I did have a strange dream last night."

You acknowledge that you still find it unsettling to glance at Pantalone as you set the cup back down on the plate and peered at Capitano who wordlessly stared back at you. Something about Pantalone simply seems so unnerving, yet it could be that you've known the Captain for a lot longer.

"Oh? Would you care to elaborate?"

At this point, would they even accept your words? Even you aren't sure if what happened last night was actually the truth or if it was all just a flocking dream. There was no proof that anything occurred, not even a single stain of left behind blood.

"I..it was just a silly childish nightmare. Can we start eating, please?"

As if inviting you to do the same, Pantalone hummed at you before picking up his eating utensils. Following suit, you take the fork and knife out and carefully cut into the piece of warm bacon that is stretched out in front of you before slipping the tender piece of meat into your mouth. Even if you've never encountered any difficulties getting food for your dinner, the piece of beef couldn't be compared in the slightest to the meals your parents prepared. The beef was incredibly soft, perfectly seasoned and sweet, and it melted upon your tongue.

Pantalone seems to notice how your eyes light up as a small laugh escapes his lips, forcing your face to blush in shame.

"The food is quite enjoyable, no need to feel embarrassed."

Despite his efforts to put you at ease, you couldn't help feeling as though he was subtly mocking you and patronizing you like some sort of innocent little girl. However, you made no attempt to reply, choosing instead to merely chuckle. However, Capitano was the first to seek to initiate a genuine conversation, slamming his glass onto the table irrespective of the fact that it appeared to be an unconscious action.

"Pantalone, let us carry on the discussion we established earlier."

Curiosity piqued at his words, and Pantalone turned his attention back from you to peer at the masked man seated next to him. Apart from the water bottle he had just consumed, his supper was left unattended.

"My apologies, Captain. It appears as if I've accidentally become distracted."

His eyes momentarily lingered on your face before shifting to Capitano as he grinned. He shifted the plate to the centre of the table before propping his elbows against the wooden and resting his head onto his hands.

"Many of the children within Arlecchino's orphanage have now successfully completed their coming-of-age ritual. This indicates that many of them have the capacity to enter the war."

Children? War? Capitano actually intends to just let children participate in fighting? You were aware of how critical the situation was at the moment, yet it was still unethical to use children as troops.

"That's correct, yet I have received reports that a large number of those children lack competence across several aspects. Therefore, I do not think that funding a futile military is really appropriate."

In response to Pantalone's statement, Capitano nodded thoughtfully with his palm resting just beneath the area of his helmet that corresponds to where his chin should be. Even though you couldn't fully understand the circumstances, the wording they used while speaking regarding children was simply too callous, and the issue must be resolved in a different way.

"C.. couldn't we simply use another method that doesn't have to involve the children? If they're not well versed with military combat perhaps they could be placed as medical examiners."

Now that you had interrupted their talk, both men's eyes turned back to you, appearing a little bewildered at your suggestion. You gradually regretted meddling with their discussion once there was a brief period of stillness. In the back of your head, you're steadily creating excuses.

"Earth may be able to supply all human necessities, but not for all human greed."

Pantalone grinned, his eyes forming the appearance of a half-moon as they wrinkled. The moon was a stunningly magnificent phenomenon that gave light to the inhabitants of earth, despite its affiliation with the darkness. A beacon of light.

However, despite his outward attractiveness, the man sitting next to you seems to be the moon's antithesis—something much more ruthless and searing, precisely like the vivid flames.

"With the exception of materialism, nothing renders us more vulnerable to attacks than loneliness that comes from greed."

Despite your trepidation, you responded, directing your attention away from his gaze and maintaining a somewhat consistent voice.

Such a tenacious little thing.

Pantalone had postulated that given that you and Capitano were rather intimate, you might have been a little downtrodden and dreary to blend in better with the Captain. However, you persisted in tenaciously upholding your moral beliefs, appropriate of the Saintess, he may assert. He hoped that you would tune in on his exchange. He laughed at your determination, his voice gliding smoothly across your ears prompting you to become flustered, perhaps thinking you somehow made a fool of yourself.

"That might be the case. I beg to differ, though, considering human greed is what inspires mankind to flourish. We would never blossom into fully formed human beings if we remained content with only one thing."

"But if there were no such thing as greed, there would be no conflict and no suffering."

As he listened to your words, Pantalone's peculiar sensation intensified. He could feel his heart thumping and wilting with obvious exuberance. Maybe the delicate birdie that Capitano is so passionate about preserving is sturdier than he initially imagined.

"Without the conception of misery, in my perception, humanity cannot exist. Since we are simply human beings and not representatives of the celestial race, we must undergo a few types of discomfort. It's what makes us humans."

His golden eyes meticulously examine your face, observing the furrow your brows make in frustration, how your lips tighten as you struggle to come up with a response.

How adorable.

Capitano, though, cut short his amusement. A fleeting expression of irritation develops on his face, then quickly vanishes and his face contorted into the usual light-hearted grin.

"[First Name]. It is inappropriate to be interrupting a conversation like this."

At his remarks, you immediately shrank back, a little pout forming on your lips as your shoulders sagged in defeat. You continue to eat your meal, nibbling at the piece of bacon gently in the manner of a squirrel devouring some pine nuts. A soft apology escapes your lips, your tone barely above a whisper.

Perhaps Pantalone was wrong.

Perhaps his avarice did reach the boundaries of the sky. Maybe his passion went beyond the minimum essentials. He desired more, or perhaps he regarded you as an essential. You were constantly brimming with life and vivacious, precisely like a whistling bird.

What a courageous little thing, chirping away at your moral principles and attempting to change his viewpoint. If you become sufficiently obedient, he might be willing to dress you in the most luxurious fabrics and jewellery. Or perhaps he just wants to enjoy your chirping for a little while longer. It's just invigorating to hear other principles than those within a community that faithfully adhered to one Tsaritsa principle.

Indeed, you would appear fairly beautiful dressed in pure white, possibly even with a satin veil thick enough for you to see through while obscuring your beauty from the gaze of some other man in lament.

But for the time being, he is content as long as you continue to chirp him your beautiful songs.

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