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I TRUTHFULLY WAS NOT GOING TO ADD ONTO THIS STORY I SWEAR. BUT… BUT… THE HARBINGER TRAILER?? IVE GOTTA FUCK HIM
IF YOU DON’T CARE FOR THE LITTLE STORYLINE, JUST SKIP DOWN TO THE SMUT
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News spread quickly of La Signora’s death in Inazuma. You were devastated to hear it, but tried not to show it on your face as you read the letter sent to you by your subordinates. You had been away from Snezhnaya for a while so you had a chance to breathe on your own. Currently, you spent your days in Sumeru.
It’s been a couple weeks since you saw any of the Harbingers. Last time you heard, Childe, Signora, and Scaramouche were all seen in Inazuma. You knew it was a mixture for disaster with all three of them in the same place.
Now you had to return back for a meeting of sorts, but it would probably just be a messed up funeral.
“My lady, would you like to send a reply?” She was still on the ground kneeling and you forgot about her while caught in your thoughts.
The messengers traveled way quicker than transportation did. You’d probably make it back to Snezhnaya by nightfall or early morning if you left soon. “Just tell her I’ll be there.”
“Understood my lady. I wish you a safe trip.”
***
You sighed and watched your frost breath expand as you stood in front of the cathedral building. Before you arrived, you had to bundle yourself up in an oversized coat. Sumeru nearly made you forget how cold it was over here. It was hard to put an exact time on the hour, but it was dark.
Pushing your way inside, you managed to catch the sound of somebody singing. This was one of the few occasions where you saw them all together, so nothing good could come out of this. However, your mother wasn’t going to directly take part in this, so you’d be able to get away from her.
As soon as you entered, you felt all eyes move onto you. What a friendly greeting. There was no secret that not everybody in the room was fond of you. Whether or not they cared to express the feelings.
A low and suggestive whistle came from Dottore, “You’re fashionably late.”
You ignored him and walked further in. In the center of the room was a coffin. Sitting next to the side and the source of the singing, Columbina.
“It is good to see you, Y/N.” Pulcinella seemed to be leading things off. “In the honor of Rosalyne, we are halting all work for half a day while the nation mourns.
Half a day seemed far too short. She had died in a sacrifice in hopes of Snezhnaya advancing. It was understandable that things needed to get done but she wasn’t an outsider who had died. When Pantalone spoke up it appeared he only aggravated Arlecchino.
“Most of you just sit around and wait for good things to come for you, Rosalyne died in a foreign land. Put that up to scale with some of you, and see how you measure up.” Arlecchino spat.
You were standing next to Pantalone at the time and knew he was going to just be a problem if you were too close. Shifting your body away from the pillar you went to walk away but felt a hand grab at your wrist.
The rest of them had gotten into another pointless argument in the background while you turned to Pantalone. “Is there a problem?”
The taller man hummed, his glasses sliding to the bridge of his nose, “not at all. I just haven’t seen you in a while, I didn’t want you to leave so fast.”
Pantalone was right on the edge with Dottore when it came to fighting for your affection whenever you were around. Except he wasn’t as psychotic. “Well it’s a shame that funerals are the only reason you guys are ever in the same place.”
“It is a saddening fact,” he turned his entire body to face you, and towered over you. “But from what I know, you’re usually around. Right, my lady? ” His voice was smooth and low.
Before you could respond a gruff voice ripped through you, “If you two are done with the trivial affairs, we can continue.” Pulcinella’s short stature was threatening.
“My apologies, continue on.” He spoke like he hadn’t just tried to come onto you in the middle of all of them.
“Dottore, where is Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma?” Capitano sounded slightly annoyed.
While he explained that Scaramouche had taken off with the gnosis, a hand crept up to your waist. Silently you cursed and swatted Pantalone away from you. In the previous times he’s tried with you, you’ve usually allowed him to. But now, it wasn’t the time or place.
“Get the hell off me.”
“Oh, don’t hurt my feelings like that.”
You scowled and took a step away, “We’re here to remember a fallen friend, why don’t you quit it with your advances?”
“Y/N and Pantalone.” Pulcinella's voice cut through the air again.
You weren’t going to allow yourself to be in the situation again while everybody looked at you like you were insensitive about the occasion. “You’ve got one more chance before I slit your throat.”
Your comments seemed to confuse him, “What’s got you acting like that?”
“Are you serious? Keep your hands off me before I cut them off.”
Pantalone looked at you over his glasses, “Ah, I wasn’t aware you changed to become a more modest person.”
Now he wanted to act like it was your fault because you weren’t feeling it at the moment. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“Enough of the foolish bickering.” An older voice came in following footsteps. “Miss Y/N, I am pleased you made it. Pantalone, you should know better than to disrespect her majesty’s daughter in such a way.” Pierro made his way up to the coffin and everybody else followed.
“I would appreciate the silence,” he spoke before continuing, “Let every sacrifice be carved in ice. We will attain authority from all the gods. Rosalyne may be gone, but do not let her efforts be in vain. Our loyalty lies with the Tsaritsa and with her daughter.”
Respectfully, you didn’t need their protection and loyalty, but nobody dared to say anything negative in Pierro’s presence. Not even you.
“Now, since all work is halted for half a day, it is best you do not leave Snezhnaya.” Pierro finished giving everybody a stern look.
“Not that it’ll be a problem for some people.” Arlecchino added in slyly.
A snicker could be heard from the marionette, Sandrone.
“What’s funny, Sandrone?” Dottore turned his head.
“Ahem.” Pierro grunted. “And please , cut the childish antics. Not even the actual children are misbehaving like some of you.”
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Childe cut in. “I don’t know why everyone treats me like a kid.”
This had gone exactly like you thought. As soon as Pierro walked away from the coffin you turned to Pantalone and stopped him from leaving with everybody else.
“Finally giving in–?!”
Before he could finish any of his sentence you brought your hand across his face. The slap echoed throughout the room and Pantalone’s glasses flew off his face. “Don’t you ever even think about trying to embarrass me like that again.”
A whistling tone, “Damn, she really rocked your shit.” Dottore stifled a laugh.
“He deserves it.” Sandrone said.
He held his cheek in his hand, “You really can pack a punch.” He mused while rubbing his face.
“Yeah and so do I, so let’s keep things clean here, alright?” Childe appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of you.
Pantalone chuckled, “Now I see what’s going on. You leave for a few weeks and suddenly you’re too good for me.”
“I left for a few weeks to have some peace and quiet. I came here to pay my respects, and I’ve done that.”
“Mhm… I must say, I didn’t know you had a developing relationship with Tartaglia.” He spoke out loud. “The one that you and I had wasn’t enough for you?”
Once again, you slapped him across the face and put on your best calm acting front and walked away from the situation.
Childe watched your figure leave into a separate room of the cathedral. “Well shit.”
“Pantalone you really know how to push people's buttons.” Alrecchino said once the tension was thick enough.
“Utterly risible.” Sandrone added in.
“I wasn’t aware she was so sensitive.” Pantalone retrieved his glasses from the ground and checked for scratches. “I was just asking a question.”
“One too many that is.” Childe said. “Don’t you know how to take no for an answer?”
He situated his glasses back onto his face, “I wasn’t aware she had cut me off. Especially not for you that is.”
“And this is exactly why we don’t ever come together.” Capitano spoke to the ground. “Because silly problems get brought up.”
“Hey, don’t lump all of us together with Pantalone being a dick.” Dottore huffed, “Some ceremony this was.”
Childe rolled his eyes and started walking off into the direction that you headed off to.
***
You had found yourself in a room that looked to be a smaller version of the previous room you stood in. There had been stairs that lead down into a basement of sorts with the same wooden benches and a stand in the front.
Childe found you gazing up at one of the paintings of the Snezhnaya crest. Arms crossed over your chest with an expression unreadable. If he didn’t know any better he might’ve said you almost looked content in the oversized jacket.
He made extra noise when entering so he didn’t startle you before speaking. “Hey, are you okay?”
You shut your eyes and let out a breath, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
This was his first time seeing you since you left for Sumeru a few weeks ago and since he departed for Inazuma to go find Scaramouche. He basically tried to beg and plead with you to come with him, but you declined and he tried to respect that.
“Now, I don’t want to pry you, but you got pretty… heated back there.” He lifted his eyes and took a look at the symbol on the painting. “Pantalone can be a pain.”
“No kidding.”
Clearly he wasn’t going to get any answers if he kept beating around the bush, “Were you two close? He said you guys had a relationship together.”
You pressed your lips together, “Is that important?”
No it’s not, he told himself. “I mean, I just thought…” Now he was already too deep in to chicken out and turn around, “thought maybe we could work something out.”
You stayed quiet for a minute and he felt a surge of embarrassment. “Sorry–”
“Him and I had a few flings in the past.” You finally said. “It was before I even thought to look at you the way I do now. That’s why I’ve been avoiding him. And possibly you.”
“What do you mean the way you do now ? How did you look at me before?”
You groaned. “For the love of the gods Ajax. Do not make me spell it out for you.” His heart clenched when you called him by his name. “Before we… you know.” You tried moving your hands for him to understand.
“Fucked?”
“Twice for that matter,” you continued. “I’ve always thought you were insanely attractive, god even the low ranks think that.”
“Well, if you just wanted a shot with me all you had to do was say so.” He raised his eyes suggestively.
You put a finger up as if telling him to wait. “After we spent an actual true night together, I realized I wanted more than just a shot with you.”
He froze. Obviously he felt the same exact way for you, but he never expected you to reciprocate the feelings. He had to force himself to sit on his feelings since his job was to act as you and your mother’s sword and nothing else.
“I knew this was a stupid idea to come here.” He mumbled and brushed past him and headed out for the door. “I’m not allowed to like you the way I do. Because if I do, I mess up my objectives, and yours. Now I’m just being selfish–”
NSFW STARTS AT AROUND HERE FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED
He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you back into him. As soon as your chest hit his own, he leaned down to give you a passionate kiss. He grabbed onto your hips and pulled your body into his. Keeping his lips locked onto yours.
Childe took a few steps forward and brought you up against the wall. Pulling away he fixated a look into your eyes. At that moment he didn’t see you as just another protection job. Or as the Tsaritsa’s daughter. He saw you, for you.
“You can do whatever the hell you want to do.Whether that be me or… Pantalone, I guess.” He joked. “But I gotta ask, was he better than me?”
You scoffed and brought your arms around his neck, “If he was I wouldn’t be willing to fuck you in the basement of a cathedral.” You innocently tiled your head to the side, “Does that answer your question?”
“Indeed it does my lady .”
He pressed his lips against yours again and allowed his hands to roam your body. He slid his hands under your jacket and helped you slide it off your body. Being so close to him, you didn’t feel much of a difference in temperature. Childe just had his jacket thrown over his shoulders without putting his arms through, so he had it easier.
When that, as well as his scarf hit the ground you noticed he was wearing a tight fitting black long sleeve turtleneck. It outlined his toned arms wonderfully and it was hard not to stare.
“You know I’m all for a good show off, but I might actually freeze to death if I take too much off.” He taunted while biting down on your bottom lip. “But a little bit of fabric never stopped me.”
Before you could question his motives, a warm gloved hand slipped under your top and groped at your chest. He brought his mouth over your neck and began leaving bites on the exposed parts. He ran his tongue along his marks and you shivered under his touch.
“Mmm, do you plan on giving me your scarf?”
He chuckled and nibbled on your ear, “Sure. But only because I want you to be warm.” He pushed his lower half against you and let out a low groan, "not because I give a shit what they have to say about me.”
You reached your hand down and gripped onto his bulge. Childe recoiled slightly but still stayed close to you. You enjoyed getting reactions out of him while he stood tall over you. It was always fun changing the pace of things with him. Plus it was so easy.
You slipped your hand into his pants and rubbed over the wet spot of his boxers. “You must be so constrained,” you smirked while pushing yourself off the wall and quickly flipping your positions by him being the one against the wall.
His eyes widened and a somewhat nervous chuckle left him, “Already want to dominate me?”
Your eyes said more than words as you sank down to your knees. You worked your hands to free his cock from his pants. Going through the motions at a painfully slow pace. When you finally pulled it out, you were met with an angry red head spilling over with precum.
He shuddered at the cool air hitting him, causing him to become harder than he was before. You squeezed the base of his cock and jerked it upwards. Allowing the precum to drip down onto your lap. You gave light kitten licks to the tip and up down his shaft. Never fully putting it in your mouth yet.
His hips were shaking and he bucked them up into your hand. “Hah, fuck,” he breathed out when you moved your head away and continued using your hands. “So mean.”
His senseless actions gave you an even meaner idea, “Keep doing that. Fuck my fist like you mean it.” You stilled your hand.
He threw his head back on the wall, “Oh come on don’t be like that, please.” He whined. “I was being so nice to you.”
“That’s a shame. You should’ve rethought about that.” You tightened your still grip on his cock. “You can finish with just my hand, right?”
Childe bit his lip and reluctantly started to thrust his hips into your fist. His red tip poked out on the other side each time he moved forward. He hated to admit that it felt good, but not as good as it would feel if it were your mouth.
You watched as his stomach stretched under the tight fabric each time he moved. His arms were above his head, and his biceps flexed. That sight alone made you wet. Add that onto his cock smoothly pushing in and out of your hand, it was a combination that can make anybody cum untouched.
He went faster, not feeling as much shame than when he first started. If it made you excited, it sure as hell could make him excited. He had already almost let himself slip up when he watched you slap Pantalone twice . It almost pained him to intervene, maybe you would’ve gotten a third one in. At that point he might’ve just fucked you infront of him. In front of them all.
His head was filled with so many unholy thoughts of you, and it only encouraged his movements. “I need you s’bad,” his voice came out airy. “Holy shit, I’m close.”
“Don’t get lazy on me now.”
He wouldn’t dare slow down after all of this. Childe wanted to show you he could play both roles. The one of being a good bitch for you, and only for you. As well as being able to pound you with every ounce of his stamina and not stopping until you cry out for mercy.
His stomach started twisting and he gasped, “fuck fuck. I’m gonna– oh fuck…!”
Childe’s hips stuttered as he came and coated your hand white. He almost lost his balance and had to hold on to an imaginary grip on the flat wall. His breath was uneven and shaky and you felt this was the best time to overstimulate him.
You jerked him a couple more times and wrapped your lips around his cock and cleaned off the cum. He moaned louder than he intended to, and his sounds bounced around the spacious room. “Slow-slow down. You’re gonna drive me insane.”
Ignoring his comments, you knew if he really wanted you to stop or slow down he would’ve made an effort. Pushing his cock into the back of your throat you came up for air and stroked him more. You pressed your tongue against a vein and watched his eyes squeeze shut.
You went further down and bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Childe’s eyes started watering as he didn’t get a chance to catch his breath. You made eye contact with him and his legs twitched. “You’re s’beautiful,” he whined as he felt himself being driven close to the edge again, “please please please.”
His whimpers made your core ache, you wanted him badly. So badly that you didn’t even care when he held your head in place so he could thrust into your throat. He groaned and came down your throat. Breathing a mixture of your name and curses.
A part of you believed you could coax another one out of him, but before the thought finished crossing your mind, he grabbed you by the arm and flipped positions again. Now leaning back over you, pinning your arms above your head.
“My god,” he chuckled, “you’re fucking perfect Y/N.”
It wasn’t often that he said your name, but when he did it made your heart flutter. “Only for you, Ajax.”
He brought you into another deep kiss and nibbled on your lips. Childe pulled away and watched the string of saliva break. Now the way he looked at you has completely changed. Now he has a predatorial glint in his eyes.
Leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear, “I wonder how far sound travels in this room. Do you want to find out?” He slid his fingers into your pants and pulled them down. “I wonder how they’ll feel when they hear me ravaging you. Especially Dottore and Pantalone.”
“You can’t possibly be jealous of them– ah..!” He picked you up by your thighs and rubbed your slit with his cock head.
He coldly laughed, “Of course not. I can’t be jealous of people who are below me.” He gave a swift kiss to your forehead which was a sweet gesture.
The kiss lowered your guard so when he slowly began sinking his inches into you, your back straightened against the frigid wall. He used his fingers to keep your lips spread open. The sight of your cunt swallowing his cock was extremely hot.
When he was fully in he stepped closer so he would stay inside of you at all times. Your walls were tight around him, making him feel warm despite the atmosphere.
“Ever been fucked against a wall before?”
“I have to say this is a first.”
Childe grinned and started thrusting into you with little effort. Lazily moving hips and listening to your huffs of disappointments at the speed. He raised you up over his cock and then dropped you back down with a thrust. You moaned and arched your back off the wall.
You grabbed onto his arms to keep yourself upright while he quickly picked up the pace and pounded into you. The curve of his cock knew exactly where to touch at, and a wave of bliss washed over you.
Childe watched the way your tits bounced with every movement he made. Even through the shirt he could see your nipples poke through the fabric. He groaned when he felt your cunt clench around him.
Your legs felt weak, you didn’t know if you’d be able to stand after this. He was balls deep into you and even if you wanted to, there’d be no way to move away from him. He had you trapped between the wall and his body.
Moaning, you hazily tried to look into his eyes. It was obvious it was getting hard to do but with as much focus as you could muster, you saw lust, and possible exhaustion in his features. Childe’s stamina was nothing to shy away from, he could go for hours. But in the conditions he was already in, and from you running him dry earlier, it was proving to be a lot.
“Look at me straight, princess.” He grunted and grabbed hold of your neck. Slowing down the brutal pace on your hole. “We can play the game of who's more dominant all day long, but just know that you’re mine,” he pressed a wet kiss to your lips, “and I am yours.”
You whined as he pressed the hand that was on your neck on your stomach. He felt the indent of his cock right there. Your head lolled to the side, “I like that, my lord.” You threw in his own title which took him for surprise. He could barely get you to say it last time. Now you moaned it like it was nothing.
Childe’s hips picked up the pace and he went back to abusing your hole. Stuffing you full with each thrust, giving you every inch he could give. “Hah, this is gonna be my third one.” He grunted and held you tighter.
Your mind was fogging up and the only thing you wanted was for him to never leave from inside of you. If he wanted, he could stay here forever with you. Then you wouldn’t have to face the rest of them again.
He felt your walls tighten around his cock and he knew all he had to do was pound you into oblivion right in this spot. His tip was kissing the deepest parts of you. “Oh shit, I’m– Ajax please. Fucking please…!” You babbled.
With a harmonized moan the two of you came onto each other. Your eyes screwed shut and you couldn’t manage any words. His grueling pace came to a slow and eventual stop.
When he put you back down, you knew you couldn’t stand properly. So he held you up and kissed your cheek. Childe praised you endlessly and couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore. “Do you- do you think we can make this work?” He rubbed soothing circles on your back.
You wanted nothing more than that. “I want to be with you,” you started, “we can.”
All his worries melted away. Being terrified of rejection didn’t make any of that easy on him. “That’s good. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you said no.”
***
[EXTRA SCENE]
You and Childe made your way back up the stairs where the other Harbingers were still waiting for further orders from Pierro. Pierro claimed that he needed everybody present to discuss what happened next. So when the two of you arrived again, a collective relief was heard.
“Took you long enough.” Arlecchino cautiously eyed you both. It appeared that Childe gave you his scarf. “If you were cold there were extra clothes in the back, my lady.”
“No it’s alright. I appreciate the thought though.”
Pulcinella nodded, “Now that they have returned, let us continue.”
Pierro cleared his throat and explained that he wanted the Harbingers to keep the people under control and prevent any panic during the next half day. He wanted to keep them at bay and calm during the mourning of Signora’s passing.
Dottore walked past you with a smile. You didn’t have much time to question his motives but he made them clear after he ripped the scarf from your neck. The darkened spots on your neck became prominent.
“Oh?”
A slap echoed throughout the room and Dottore’s mask went flying across to Pierro’s feet. You picked the scarf up on the ground without a word and wrapped it back around your neck. “He had it coming.”
“For the love of the Tsaritsa.” Pierro grumbled while picking up the mask. “Can you guys stop provoking each other? This game is getting old.”
Dottore held his hand over his face, red eyes peeking through. “God, Pantalone was right. That stings. I kinda like it .”
“Masochistic freak.” Childe said under his breath.
“Chill out would you?” Dottore rubbed his face, “We all know anyway.”
“Know what?” You questioned suspiciously.
“We heard, you didn’t exactly make it a secret.” Pantalone held back his own laughter.
“The walls are thick, but the floorboards aren’t.” Capitano crossed his arms.
“Children these days.” Pierro sighed.
“Why are you so involved in their private lives?” Arlecchino was already annoyed with the disrespect given to Signora, now this.
“Mad because the only person that you had a shot with is in a coffin now. And clearly Y/N is taken by somebody like him. Isn't that right, Arlecchino?” Dottore walked over to retrieve his mask.
Childe stepped forward, “What did you just say?”
Arlecchino seethed, “I’ll have your head on a syringe , doctor.”
Pierro shut his eyes and waited for them to eventually just fight it out, “I don’t think I can handle another funeral again after this.”