heey love your writing!!! What about Pantalone POV taking care of a sick shy (y/n) who doesn’t understand why Pantalone is taking care of them and the Harbinger tells them cause he loves them??
Pantalone's Taking Care Of Sick Shy Reader
Pantalone x reader (Romantic)
Warnings:Sickness/Mentions of a toxic work environment/ Lot’s of physical affection
Pronouns:He/him (Pantalone) You/your (Reader)
Fluff/Comfort
Explanation:Pantalone taking care of sick shy [Name]
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You walked through the fatui headquarters sniffling slightly as you do. Your scarf and kept your head down to cover your runny nose and flushed face, not wanting anyone to see that you were sick, not that they would really care anyways, the life of being a fatui member was harsh, the pay was well, but you couldn't get out once you got in, and they don't exactly treat their workers well, no matter the rank, even the head harbinger Pierro the jester found himself being dragged down by the fatui's harsh conditions, it was fight to survive here.
"Wait just a second!" A voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you whipped around, only to be ment with the 9th harbinger, Pantalone, caressing both of your cheeks, inspecting your face. He placed a hand on your forehead and his eyes narrowed. "You're sick!" He exclaimed, a bit too dramatically for your liking. "Yes but I'm fine..." You mumbled, your face was the color of a cherry due to Pantalone's touch. "Unexpectable." Before you could say anything else, Pantalone was dragging you to the fatui medical bay by the back of your coat.
Pantalone practically barged into the fatui medical bay, you blushed in embarrassment and looked down at the ground as you felt eyes on you. Pantalone walked up to one of the medics. "I need antihistamine and vapor rub, now." Pantalone demanded. "F-for what?" The medic asked. "[Name] has a cold." Pantalone responded. The medic now looked confused, but still scared. "A common cold? [preferred pronouns] can walk it off, can't [preferred pronouns]? Common colds happen every-" Pantalone's expression shifted into a more angry one, and the medic immediately knew they shouldn't be asking questions and dashed off to get the stuff Pantalone demanded.
You were sitting in Pantalone's living room with a blanket wrapped around you, and on the table in front of you was your favorite food. Pantalone exited the kitchen with freshly brewed tea, sat it on the table, and sat down next to you. He bushed some hair out of your face and you shyly looked at him. He smiled warmly at you. "You look like you have something on your mind [Name]." You sighed and looked back down at your feet. "It’s just...I don't get it..." Pantalone's head tilted to the side. "Get what?" "Why you're making such a big fuss over me..." Pantalone chuckled and also looked down at his feet. "Can I be completely honest with you?" He asked. You looked back at him. "Of course." Pantalone's grin faded, and he looked a bit afraid. "Well...I'm in love with you..." Pantalone looked back at you, he was clearly scared of rejection. You felt a blush form on your already red face. "Wait, really?" "Really." Pantalone reached out and took one of your hands in both of his. "Do you feel the same?" You couldn't help but squeeze his hand back. "I...yes..." Pantalone's look of fear turned to a look of shock and happiness, he started to laugh, and he embraced you. "I thought you'd say no!" He said between laughter. "Oh, archons." He pulled back, his hands still on your shoulders, looking at you with a sweet smile. "I love you so much."









