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Happy September, I’m finally done school and am working a flex schedule. No more all nighters and 50-60hr work weeks!

I’m finally giving myself actual time to decompress and relax- my next oneshot is almost done, just proofreading it a few times as I’ve written most of it while half asleep 💀

So! Hopefully I’ll be more active and interact with you guys a lot more. I’m trying to diversify the fandoms I write for and not sure if I’ll keep non-anime/manga esque things on this account or post it to my alt. (stilzacore if anyone wanted it)

I will also be updating my rules when it comes to requests just because I’ve ended up with some requests that don’t particularly align with my style of writing nor do I have interest in writing it. If that makes sense? I’ll be fulfilling all requests that have been sitting in my inbox thus far but I will be editing down on what I’ll actually accept so I can write things that tickle my own fancy and to contribute to smaller tags. Keep your guys’ pretty little eyeballs peeled for new rules etc etc

Anyways! I hope you’re all doing alright, best wishes to those who are returning to or starting school- and of course wishing well to my work force peers.

Fontaine was a nice, stable, calm change. It was where you decided to plant yourself after leaving Snezhnaya- it was an interesting change to no longer be bundled up or weighed down with pelts and coats. You felt light, physically and emotionally. Settling down in this region was a welcome change- and it wasn’t an area where he would search for you.

And you knew he was.

There were murmurs and gossips about a rogue member, not a harbinger but someone important to the order of the fatui. It wasn’t hard to deduct that you were the one they were looking for.

It was only recently that you’d had to watch your back, the house of Hearth coming to your attention recently with your surprising introduction to the infamous traveller. The blonde had caught you merely for looking different from a pure blooded and native born fontanian.

Pointing out odd ones seemed to be an innate skill the pestering blonde had acquired.

In that, you found yourself avoiding and straying from your normal routines to avoid the blonde that seemed to find you without even trying.

With your notice of the house of hearth, it didn’t take long to know that the traveller was also involved with them- almost being spotted by the twins. Lyney and Lynette.

You shivered, knowing Arlecchino was a single person, a single point of contact away from you.

No doubt the harbingers would be out to look for you, the major banks and funding were collapsing since your departure. Not having the finances to finish projects comes to urgency, it is the first catalyst to the break down the empire that’s been built.

Staring down at the interaction going on below, Arlecchino visibly stiffened and faltered for just a second- unnoticed by anyone who isn’t familiar with the harbingers.

They were discussing you, you knew it. Grimacing at the exchange, the change in demeanour from not only the harbinger below you, there was an excitement in the floating child Paimon. A specific habit she has that you’ve picked up on is the way her tiny body almost shakes in excitement when they’re going to introduce someone.

You quickly turned away before they could look up and spot you.

—

There were incessant knocks at your door, you were quickly packing what little belongings you came with and acquired while here.

You’d planned an escape route through the house long before, out of habit, and with Paimons voice cheering outside; it was clear that you’d done your due diligence- you knew they’d brought Arlecchino to your house. She knew better than to let on why she was interested in meeting with you.

Naive travellers will never understand the small details and subtleness in interactions with the fatui.

Sighing, you quickly threw on a coat and hat, escaping through a window in the back. You bitterly smiled at the house you’d adored for this brief time.

It was time to go back, you would never escape him.

And that was your own doing, but this time you’d have control.

You’ve always had control over him, but now you’d have full and unquestioned control.

—

It was easy to get yourself caught by lower fatuu.

You basically presented yourself on a silver platter when stepping into Liyue. The city was overrun, infested with the insects they called subordinates.

All it took was a walk in the plains with your extremely obvious fur collared uniform to be spotted and swarmed.

Skirmishers pressed against your side, Vanguards acting as a protective barrier behind them- they all smirked under the masks they wore, as if a ticket to the good life stood infront of them.

“Y/n L/n. Hard man to find, don’t suppose you’ll try to fight all of us eh?”

Returning a bright smile, your arms held out limp and prepared wrists,

“I think I’m ready to go home.”

Icy cold cuffs clasped your wrists tightly, the agent quick to press them tight into the skin as if to punish you in their own way. They shoved you forcefully every step, disgusting pride swelling in each of their chests at their find.

—

The familiar icy wind burned your lungs, trying desperately to readjust and find the correct way to expand and get more air in the atmosphere. The guards not even bothering to offer your usual heavy fur coat but instead left you shaking in the icy winds- the cuffs searing cold burns into your exposed skin.

It felt like home. It was home.

The pain, the familiar burn inside your body, the coldness you could never quite shake..

A feeling of fondness bloomed in your chest. An ache of nostalgia in your veins.. if the cold would’ve allowed it, you were sure you’d be crying silent tears.

Smiling, you allowed the large Vanguards to manhandle you. Reckless and jerky movements shoved you to the ground only to pull you up with fierce strength, surely leaving bruises.

Large doors stood before you, the same half faces you greeted not so long ago hung slightly agape at the sight of you- but still opened the doors to allow you in.

The harsh grips finally eased as they let you stand on your own. Gazing around at the building you called home, the warmth swirled into your skin- your body reacting to the scents it’s ingrained into your brain. Everything seemed brighter, almost blinding.

You frowned when a guard obstructed your vision. Key twirling in their gloved hand, they yanked your wrists up and unlocked the cuffs- a jolt of pain came with the cuffs, your skin almost frozen to the metal needing to be pried off.

You were told he was here.

Once the guards left you on your own, no one but you stood in the large room.

“Pantalone! I’m home!”

Cheering, your arms spread wide to bask in the new light.

A crash was heard, glass shattering and loud thuds followed as if a whole bookshelf was toppled over.

Quick, messy, and heavy footsteps became louder as they approached.

And there he came barreling in, not once stopping his feet as he crashed into your body full speed- taking you both to the floor.

He was gasping for air, arms wound tightly around your neck- his eyes searching your face and inspecting every cell he could see.

His glasses no longer cracked, blood no longer covered his face, the tears were different this time.

This was a face you’d never seen from him before, it was filled with a different breed of agony and desperation. Every ounce of grief he’s felt was present in his aura- pupils blown and his body shaking against you..

Smiling, you flipped him under you.

Like a predator, your eyes overlooked him quickly- assessing the emotions he felt. You knew every fibre of his being, knowing his heart was beating so fast it could almost stop. The way his body shakes against the floor would be mistaken as death holding fear.. but for you?

This was a sign of love.

The love you’ve built for him.

You’d built a new foundation of fear under love.

Planting your lips on his, he agonized against you- trying to seep into your skin with the kiss. His hands planted on your neck and squeezed, compressing your airway; the lightheadedness feeding into your deluded mind.

This was love.

Pulling away, a hand swiping your lip to rid the saliva. You stood, his body poignant, following yours without losing touch nor leaving the floor.

He knelt beneath you.

Before you knelt a wasteful and tragic man.

Glasses fogged from the hot tears that fell, disgusting clear snot sheened beneath his nose, and the saliva you’d wiped away from yourself still laid on his lips.

Your fingers daintily carding through his clearly unbrushed, uncared for hair; knots teased tight between your fingers.

“You’re a good boy, —-“

His real name rang out, evoking ugly, broken sobs. Hands clambered up your leg, the death grip hinting pain to the limb.

Your hand slinked to the side of his face, a ghostly hold before he leaned into it.

The allowed moment was cut, a gentle but steady and focused grip under his chin craned his face to fully look up to you.

His chest fell, the glare of disdain graced your features for but a moment before replacing itself with a soft smile.

“I’ll be in charge now..”

Gulping the saliva, the man waited for your next words..

“You do as I say.. you’re mine.”

He nodded emphatically,

“Break my rules…”

His body desperately tried to climb yours at the words ringing in his ears. Screaming in pain despite not being struck, his pleading sounding out like a caged animal.

No one outside of the building would interfere.

The screams too horrific to move, shrieks to still the bodies of anyone whose ears they touched.

——“I’ll kill myself.”

Was all you said.

But as he screamed, you calmly returned to petting through his hair, occasionally caressing the side of his face.

Pulling him up, his face finally levelled with yours- you laid a soft kiss on his lips before wrapping him in a blanketed hug.

To him it felt like a cage now.

You leaned into his ear,

“But you’ll be a good boy and listen.. right?”

What makes me like men NOW? I like fucking dudes that is the simple answer. I like dick, not necessarily IN me but it’s a fun appendage.

DESPITE dating girls in the past, it unfortunately never really “itched” anything correctly, if you catch my drift.

As you see the poll is standing for one week, I’ll be writing them according to which got the most-least votes. (Given anyone votes on them lol)(I’m out of the algorithm BADDDD)

Anyways! Thanks for reading and participating (if you do). I’m excited to start writing the newer requests.

I’ll think about tagging it later, not sure if I wanna clog tags with this.