𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍 ↷ genshin impact x reader [✓]

# "サーバント" ⤷ pantalone

❝ tell me, my dear... are you scared of me? ❞

. selected route ; サーバント (servant)

pantalone . the regrator

. scenario - in which you're the regrator's personal servant

. music - consume : chase atlantic

cw. master-servant relationship, pet names, blackmail, yandere-ish behavior, and emotional manipulation

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"DID YOU HEAR ME, MY DEAR?"

YOU JUMPED AT your master's sudden intensity in tone, prompting you to immediately scramble for an acceptable answer for your insolence.

"My Lord...! I—"

Pantalone looked displeased. Though his expression conveyed a smile, with his eyes closed and lips tugged wide; there was something inherently sinister hidden behind his expression that completely unnerved you.

"Repeat what I just said. If you fail to, I'm afraid your debt to me will simply have to..." Your eyes widened at his words. You wanted to plead for him to reconsider but the Harbinger would never allow such mercy to be bestowed upon a lowly servant such as yourself.

In utter despair, you accepted your fate. Your creeping debt of over several hundred million mora inflated to some astronomical level, not that you can ever hope to repay your master in this lifetime. It was a fruitless effort, you have realized long ago. But there was little that can be done when you're born into this system.

"Now, now..."

You heard your master rise from his seat, the vintage couch creaking as he made his way over to you.

Slowly, you raised your head to meet his gaze; with his eyes opened, he looked far more sinister and cruel. His presence alone made you quiver, fear rattling your body as the voice in your head screamed at you to run. Alas, your legs have failed you long ago.

"My dear, are you so afraid of me...? Why, I have shown you kindness, have I not?" His voice is alluring, like the siren songs of mermaids who lurk deep under the sea from those fairytales you've read as a child. Such fleeting dreams of which could only ever remain fantasy as reality revealed itself with fangs and claws, far from what you had believed in as a child.

"Y-Yes, My Lord. You have... been very kind to me."

He smirked at your response. Slowly, his hand was brought to the side of your face, gently underside of your jaw as he examined you with that haunting smile. "Good. Very good. You should be proud of yourself, acting so obediently."

Fear churned deeply in your stomach; that painfully familiar acidity kept at the base of your throat that made feel you sick. In every respect, he has degraded you to something less than a human being. You were not referred to by your given name, nor were you allowed to speak out of turn. You were powerless. To make your own decisions, to form your own identity, to do anything without the guidance and permission of the Harbinger.

Your worth as a human being was determined by him entirely.

"The next question I ask, I want a truthful response. Do you understand?" You nodded mindlessly, accepting the fate that has been dealt to you.

Pantalone leaned in close, his face mere centimeters away. The heavy scent of expensive cologne filled your nose, a smell you have grown distasteful of. "Tell me, my dear... Are you afraid of me?"

In any given occasion, you would've shook your head to hide yourself from his punishments. But seeing that your fate was sealed the moment he had asked for the truth, you recognized that there was no way out of this situation; both ends of the spectrum would result in horrible consequences.

So when your tongue failed, you nodded in response to his question. For a moment, you thought perhaps this could suffice but you were wrong.

Pantalone's expression twisted into one that was hauntingly terrifying. The corner of his lips twitched as he brought a hand to your chin, lifting it so that he could meet your gaze with those cold, dead eyes. All you could do was shudder in fear, cowering under the weight of your own mistake.

"Y-Yes, My Lord...!" You stuttered out, letting out a shaky gasp when you felt his other hand dig into the flesh of your arm. His nails dug deep, his grip tight enough to bruise your skin.

"So honest.... So good for me, yes?" Pantalone cooed, making a noise that mocked your very existence. You are pliant, bending to his every wishes and words - all for the sake of your own safety. He thought your behavior to be cute, precious in some twisted way.

"Y-Yes, My Lord." You answered, knowing obedience to be the only way to survive. Born into a system with no chance of freedom, you had no choice but to obey him.

"Good. Very good." He released your arm and pulled away from you entirely. A horrible feeling began to fester in your chest, one of loneliness when you watched him withdraw from you. Surely, it wasn't out of love - that much was evident. Even so, that disgusting feeling made itself known when you let out the quietest of whines at the fading warmth of his body from you.

"Needy thing." He berated, cold eyes watching your body shudder at his words. "Perhaps I have spoiled you too much."

Every word pained you a little. Your dignity shattered and pride bruised. You can do nothing but sit there as his words rang over and over again in your mind. Such was your fate, stuck within this endless cycle.

BAD ENDING

author's note.

it's been a while since i wrote a darker one shot so i hope you liked it hahahah

writing any of the harbingers is a guilty pleasure of mine (especially for childe) but for you guys, who's your favorite of the fatui harbingers (including former members)?

mine is obviously childe but dottore, pants-man, and arlecchino has a spot up there too

anyway ! hope you enjoyed <33 take care as always and i hope to see you guys again :) until next time, my friends !

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