#shanties

pantalone/gn!merchant!reader, pining, he is down bad, jealous jealous banker, commentary from tartaglia minors / ageless do not follow

He's been staring for the last five minutes.

You were outside your store, talking with a customer, arms crossed and a smile on your face. Despite the chill in the air, you seemed unbothered, breath fogged and curling like dancing currents as snow starts to gather on your hair.

"You know, most people find it rude to stare," an annoying voice calls out from behind Pantalone. The cigarette in his mouth feels like it sours with Tartaglia's arrival, the carriage tilting as he climbs in. "But knowing who you're staring at, I'm sure they'd be flattered if they were aware."

"I thought your mother raised you to keep to yourself," Pantalone mutters, blowing smoke into Tartaglia's face. He smirks as the younger man coughs and waves it away, but the amusement is short lived as your laugh echoes out. His attention snaps back to you, across the snowy road, and something dark and sickly tightens around his heart and in his stomach. He could get you to laugh like that- he's done it countless times, you're not difficult to amuse, so why is he feeling this way?

"Who's that customer?" Pantalone asks himself, wondering about the dynamic between you and him. He's not your type, presumably, short and lithe like an underfed hare. How is this ... common man making you smile like that, making you laugh like that? The emotions are bubbling and festering inside his ribcage as he watches you both join for a hug. "Childe. Do you have a clue as to who that customer is?"

Pantalone regrets asking, as glancing over to the young man shows amusement and a wide, toothy grin. "Well well," he starts, arms crossed as he settles into the carriage. "I guess I should have assumed you'd be the jealous type."

"What- jealous? Me?" Pantalone laughs, ashing his cigarette with a roll of his eyes. "Never in my four hundred years of living have I been jealous. Do I look like a child?"

"I don't know, comrade, you were looking a little lovesick," Tartaglia sings, leaning over to glance out the frosted window. "Ooh, now they're exchanging letters. You may have a competitor!"

"What," he hisses, shoving the other out of the way and crowding the glass. Embarrassment crawls up his neck immediately, realizing that he fell for the bait laid out: you and the customer were simply exchanging packages. Of course. A simple business transaction, even if seeing your hands touch the stranger's makes his blood boil. Hands he's only gotten to brush in passing, and a stranger is allowed to have a full clasp of palm-to-palm with you? No, absolutely not. "You're an immature brat," he reprimands, smacking the back of Tartaglia's head.

Across the road, you and a customer named Jack gaze at the ornate carriage. "Harbinger business?" He asks, crossing his arms and giving you a knowing look. "Or is this personal business?" "I'll have you know it's a simple delivery pick-up," You chastise, heart fluttering in your chest. "Absolutely nothing is going on between the Regrator and I." "I never said there was," Jack sings, grinning wide. "Here, let's see if he's a jealous one or not. I'm going to dust off some snow from your sweater, and you'll tell me if he's pissy when he enters your store. Hm?" "You want to the ire of a harbinger aimed at you? Be my guest," you huff, but the idea of the Regrator fawning and getting jealous over you... there's a certain feeling at the back of your head that itches for it.

He's still laughing, the imbecile. But his attention is now back to you, snow sticking to your wool sweater (the one you refuse to part from, the one he's offered to replace time and time again). You and this stranger are in deep conversation, and when his hand rises to dust snow off your shoulder, there's a moment where he swears his teeth might shatter from tension. Pantalone gazes from the carriage as you (finally) wave the customer away, waiting around until you deem it time to return to your post behind the counter of your store.

"So are we going into the store or are we done here?" Tartaglia asks, interrupting his moment of peace.

"You are staying here while I go in and retrieve my order of goods," Pantalone scolds, wrapping his coat around his shoulders. "The last thing I need is for you to bumble around and break something. Oh, Celestia, the thought of being in the same space publicly with you is nauseating."

"I'm not that bad! I'll have you know I'm quite the charmer; maybe if I went in with you-"

"Perish the thought," he interrupts, opening the carriage door. He knows there is truth to the Eleventh's statement-- it's not uncommon for letters, gifts, and suitors to appear at the Palace in hopes of his hand or a night on the town. But to be ... wing-manned by him is an entirely different scenario, one he'd appreciate not happening to him. "Now excuse me, I have to figure out who that customer was."

pantalone/gn!merchant!reader, pining, smoking, he calls you his "favored asset" because hes emotionally constipated, arlecchino pov for the pantalone yearners out there

"I'm surprised to find you out here this early, Regrator."

"It's my morning smoke," he replies, cigarette between his teeth as he looks down at a letter. "Marionette had... kindly asked me to move outdoors during the morning instead of smoking indoors."

Arlecchino hums, leaning on the balcony with a cup of coffee in her hands. "And by kindly, I'm sure you mean she complained until you finally conceded?"

"You know her better than I."

He laughs, gaze not moving from the paper in his gloved hands. His expression is soft, cigarette smoke wafting outwards and away into the early morning horizon. The faintest scent of chestnuts and tobacco wafted off the parchment. "You rarely hold onto letters," she notes, staring down at the scrawled ink on parchment before glancing up at him. "Is this from that... hm, favored little merchant of yours?"

Like lightning, he tucks the paper away into his coat. "Very nosy, aren't we?" He hums, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. Arlecchino smiles into her cup at the reaction, taking a long sip before holding a hand out for his cigarette. He passes it without fanfare. "If you really must know, fine. Yes. My favored asset wrote to me about some new items they acquired and was requesting my presence."

Most of the lower ranking harbingers knew about you, of course. Arlecchino and Signora, Tsaritsa rest her soul, had figured out first by sheer chance: you ran a shop out of the main cities, well known in criminal circles for your rates and stock of rare hard-to-find items. They ranged from antiques of bygone eras to valuables stolen from auction houses, and when both her and Signora stopped by to take a walk through, what a surprise it was to find Pantalone leaned over the counter, gazing at you like you were worth more than the stars and heavens themselves.

Word had spread from there over tea parties, missions, and sparring sessions. How the Regrator concealed you from Dottore as best as he could, how he had been caught by Tartaglia hand-wrapping gifts and presents to deliver to you. Custom incense and jewelry, high quality teas from Liyue and Sumeru brought to your shop. Amongst the lower ranks of the harbingers, you were a well-kept secret of Pantalone's humanity. Despite his cravings for topping the gods and for true immortality, he still yearned like any mortal man.

"Requesting your presence is a little cold for your dynamic, if I had to say," Arlecchino replies. She takes a long drag as she watches his expression shift over emotions, cold to offended to flustered. 'If only Signora was here to see,' she thinks to herself. You truly had the Ninth wrapped around your finger, and there's a chance you truly didn't know how far he'd go for you. "And writing personal letters to you... from what I can see, it seems your favored asset is quite charmed with you."

"Mind yourself," Pantalone hisses, snatching the cigarette back from her hand. His face is flushed, and she's certain it isn't from the Snezhnayan morning chill. "I wasn't aware you were such a gossip, Knave. I thought our Fair Lady had taken the rumor mill with her to the grave."

"I wasn't aware you were so protective over a little merchant," she hums into her coffee, watching his indignant expression twist and turn into a rare moment of careless vulnerability. "You're flushed, Regrator. My, my, you almost look like a small child with a crush."

She can't help laughing as the Ninth's face flushes with offended flush. "Excuse you?" He manages, puffed up like an indignant bird. "A child with a- I'd never! I simply know who's wise to invest in!"

"Investing your emotions into a humble merchant?"

"Knave," he hisses, cigarette almost bent between his gritted teeth. Defensive over calling you humble, as if you were worth more than the entirety of Teyvat. Definitely worth bringing up at the next tea party Sandrone hosts. "Watch what you say next, or--"

She laughs, finishing her drink with a content sigh. "Have a nice trip to their store, Regrator," she hums, waving one hand and stealing the cigarette from him. "I'm sure your... favored asset will be most pleased to see you."

includes: tdick + bottom surgery discussion, top surgery discussion, choking, petnames and titles, bondage / SM, knifeplay, medical kink

BIG NOTE: I will not be using terms like 'afab' 'pussy' or other feminine terms to describe his genitals. As a transgender man, it's something I don't like using for other characters in general, esp. since it's almost always written by others solely in a pornographic context (that adds layers of discussion i'm not getting into). if you're going to comment-tag please don't put boypussy in the tags it will make me very sad 😭

Bones in the ocean- the longest johns

https://youtu.be/MivPd9m5NvI?si=E5aC-WH9C2yYDP3l

Bones in the Ocean Lucy Humphris cover with instruments

https://youtu.be/2wFlMkHi9jc?si=qJnaWX-aLCPw-FEp

The Parting Glass- The Longest Johns

https://youtu.be/B0lD6y-R6yc?si=Y1wbmngfHJ31uJ_r

Banks of Newfoundland

https://youtu.be/EijPtv2k9xY?si=GGcwSGGP_7YtG9AC

Annabel- Ye Banished Privateers

https://youtu.be/R0VwYXzRNnM?si=GzuP7tret_UdNGv3

(A FAVORITE)Why the big whales sing- ye banished privateers

https://youtu.be/s4ptaBQmCxs?si=fRuViC1q5nydeAFD

Oleanna

https://youtu.be/j4vSbUJUoBM?si=eX0e02mlpvb9vtkm

Feel Good-------

Oak And Ash And Thorn

https://youtu.be/vBETMTwpud0?si=9wkgRSqeUEjZBDVX

dont forget your old shipmate

https://youtu.be/YI0d3k890PE?si=knU28eKQahp-UJv7

The Banks of Sacremento

https://youtu.be/reZMgBE6J94?si=FchFcT26x3BgnnL5

Capstan Shanty- Ye Banished Privateers

https://youtu.be/Utapj2Taj-A?si=Kuvk3IB5Xvmtjs31

Soran Bushi

https://youtu.be/FlOlZIDv1t8?si=Ms8-FOnQRq3dU-le

Theres others i could put but this is already long so 💀💀💀✌️ most of my fave ye banished privateers songs are very exciting and loud ones lolll but yeh :3 hope u have fun looking thru these even if u dont use em lol