#Reader x Yandere La Signora

[vortexbloom]

La Signora as your Older Sister (Headcanons)

Pairing (Platonic): Older Sis La Signora & Younger Sibling Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Just pure fluff.

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @rin_r_i_nn on X (Twitter)

Fiercely Protective

Signora would be the type to shield you from anyone or anything she deems harmful.

She doesn’t ask if you need help—she handles problems before you even notice them. Someone bullies you? Expect them to regret it the next day.

Her protective nature comes with a slightly intimidating edge—she’d remind you to "stay out of trouble" because only she can clean up your messes.

Though Love, But Loving

She’s not the "gentle, nurturing" type of sister; her love manifests in practical advice, stern lectures, and forcing you to toughen up.

"Stop crying. Wipe your tears, stand up, and handle it. You’re stronger than this."

But beneath her tough exterior, she secretly hates seeing you hurt and will do whatever it takes to ensure you’re okay.

Elegance Role Model

Signora would teach you how to carry yourself with poise and confidence, ensuring you exude elegance in everything you do.

She’d love taking you shopping for luxurious outfits, teaching you to dress impeccably and never settle for mediocrity in style.

"Darling, if you want to conquer the world, you must first conquer the way you present yourself."

Sarcastic but Caring

She has a sharp tongue and doesn’t shy away from teasing you, but it’s always in good humor.

If you’re struggling, she might say something like, "Oh, you poor thing. Can’t even handle this?" before swooping in to help without hesitation.

Her sarcasm is her way of keeping you grounded while still showing she cares.

High Expectations

La Signora would push you to strive for greatness, whether in academics, career, or social standing. She sees potential in you and doesn’t let you settle for mediocrity.

"You’re my sibling. Don’t embarrass us. Go out there and show them what we’re made of."

The Ultimate "Cool Older Sister"

She’s the sister everyone envies. Sophisticated, beautiful, and confident, she commands attention wherever she goes, and you’re constantly compared to her.

While she might overshadow you at times, she’d always remind you that you’re just as capable—if not more.

Knows When to Step In

She trusts you to handle your problems but has an uncanny ability to know when to intervene. If someone crosses a line or if life becomes overwhelming, she’s there to fix it without hesitation.

"Don’t worry. This is nothing I can’t handle for you."

Teaches You to Be Fearless

Signora would instill in you the importance of being strong and never letting anyone take advantage of you.

"Remember, make sure to always keep your head up, show them that you’re fearless."

Shared Moments of Vulnerability

Despite her icy persona, she’d occasionally let her guard down around you, sharing stories about her struggles or fears.

These rare moments deepen your bond, showing that behind her powerful exterior, she’s human too—and she trusts you enough to reveal it.

No matter how cold and mean Signora is, she’s still a good Sis.

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[mellowwillowy]

Zapolyarny Palace's Cat

Fem reader, either a literal cat or a hybrid(?) is up to you. All Harbingers + Archon, Pulcinella, and his grandpa joke (aww), Scaramouche appears later as a surprise. Yan tendencies near the ending.

"Mew.."

You mewl while Childe scratches your head, Pantalone tends your nails, Columbina combs your furs, Sandrone fixes the bowtie on your tail while Capitano feeds you a cat snack. Both Pierro and Pulcinella are reading your examination report, ensuring no anomalies to your health. Dottore on the other hand, is prescribing you multiple supplements to be taken for this one week. Rosalyne and Arlecchino are preparing your meal, only the best and warmest for you!

"Yaah, it seems like our little princess is getting sleepy!" Childe chirps while Pantalone eyes him to keep his voice down.

"Well I think it's fine if she wants to sleep now, she just went through all those troublesome checkups today," Sandrone replies as she makes sure the angle of the bowtie is perfect.

"I'm sure both Signora and Arlecchino are nowhere near finishing the dishes for Princess," Columbina humms as she combs your furs, the best thing you could ever wish for.

Capitano freezes midway, contemplating whether he should keep letting you lick the snack.

"I think it's better to end her snack time now, she might not eat her dinner because she's full later," Pantalone chides the confused Captain.

Capitano put away the snack and asked both Pierro and Pulcinella about the report,

"How is it? Any anomalies?"

"She's in peak-perfect condition, it's great that she doesn't catch a cold anymore," Pierro says as he hands Capitano the report.

"It would be worrying if she catches one again, if that happens again, maybe we should let her visit the other nation," Pulcinella suggests jokingly.

"If so, that would only halt her from adapting, Rooster. Remember, no matter where she heads, she is still our Nation's pride and joy"

Everyone looks toward the Tsaritsa who is staring at them all sternly,

With you on her lap.

"Honestly, that old hag doesn't look so intimidating anymore with princess sleeping on her lap," Dottore mumbled to himself before he is surprised by Arlecchino's response.

"I know right, she doesn't feel cold anymore like the ice she is. Maybe Princess really is her portable heater"

"Arlecchino, be careful of spilling princess' milk," Signora reminds the Knave as she carries a tray of meals, one that looks tasty even for humans except that it's served for you.

"Princess, wake up~ your dinner's ready~" Signora places down the tray while poking you, her voice completely different from how she usually speaks.

To be fair, everyone's tone is different when it comes to you,

"Princess, it's your favorite," Capitano holds the bowl in front of your nose, the smell tempting you to wake up and lick your lip.

God~~ even the sternest Captain is cooing at you~~

"The milk? Warm! Tasty! Princess~~ come to quench your thirst with this~~" Childe holds the bowl in front of you as well.

"Look at these side treats," Arlecchino holds some treats in which Dottore has inserted the supplements into it.

"You have to make sure she eats it all!" He whispers into her ear.

"Ohoho! Look at these chickens, oh no, it's me but minced and cooked isn't it?"

'What a grandpa-style joke' everyone thinks to themselves.

You stretch yourself, tail wagging from left to right before sniffing the meal. It does look really tasty, different from your daily meals, probably because you just had your check-ups.

"Oh? She's finally eating it now" Sandrone watches in adoration.

Everyone watches you eat peacefully, with you no longer weirded out by this.

"Slowly, no one's taking your dinner away princess~" Pantalone coos at you as his finger brushes your fave lightly.

"Maybe she thought we are all here to eat her dinner, hehe," Columbine chortles in response.

"Come to think of it, where's Balladeer?" Pierro asks after he counts the people in the chamber.

Your head perks up and you pull out a wooden doll.

The wooden doll looks oddly familiar, way too familiar.

It's Scaramouche.

"What?" Everyone rhymes.

The wooden doll moves by itself angrily, jumping up and down, left and right while smokes fuming out of the wood.

You smack it playfully before giving it a playful lick, returning its form back.

"Hah! Great! Finally, someone notices that I'm missing! After a whole day getting smacked by her!"

True, you have been playing Scaramouche, smacking, rolling, and munching him.

"Balladeer, you must have been having the best time of your life huh?" Pantalone muses, while everyone nods in agreement.

"If that is so true, why not turn yourself into one?" He retorts back.

"Me! Me! I nominate myself to be princess's munching toy!" Childe beams in joy.

"No way, what she needs is something clean, clinically approved" The Doctor sneers.

"You? With your bloody hands from those immoral surgeries?" Sandrone raises one of her eyebrows.

"Hey, there's gloves"

"Metaphorically speaking, you are still dirtily bloody in a way," the Damslette retorts.

Signora chuckles at her retort while the archon only shakes her head.

"Ah."

Everyone looks at the Captain.

In response, he points toward you,

"Ohoho, looks like our little princess has finished her dinner!" The Rooster exclaims merrily.

"Now now, drink your milk princess! You have to stay hydrated!" Arlecchino brings the bowl closer to you.

"Or maybe a bowl of water" Pierro slides it next to the milk.

"Or... juice?" The archon blinks in confusion.

You start drinking all the offered and burp a bit. An aww soon follows.

Dottore elbows Arlecchino to hand you the side treats, with supplements stuffed inside of them.

"Uh... princess, it's tr-"

"It's treat time, Princess!" Damslette snatches the treats from Arlecchino who is stuttering. She knows how Arlecchino feels bad about having to make you eat it without you knowing it.

"Princess, have a bite," Tsaritsa encourages you while scratching your head.

"Huh? The treat looks weir-"

"Now now, let's have you drink some water, even if you are a puppet, you still have to stay hydrated," Dottore cuts Scaramouche by forcing a bottle of water into him with Childe holding him in place.

Everyone only chuckles at this sight.

You too, laugh with them.

A pill was sneaked into your treats, but who are you to break their caring heart? You munch everything until none were left.

Until none were left.

...

You truly hope that everything stays as it is. The Harbingers taking a break from dragging each other down and only basking in your warmth.

You wish you could forever bring warmth to this cold palace.

This cold, lonely palace that stands alone.

..

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"Eternity, that is to be blessed on her"

"What used to be a curse is now a blessing bestowed upon her"

"I suppose it is medically possible as well"

"She is, after all, a warrior that will never die"

"Hehehe... she is indeed the fair woman who will forever sing"

"This whole nation will never mourn if she will forever ring her bell"

"Even if we can't give her a human body, a puppet will always work as the second option"

"I suppose I am the most suitable for crafting her a delicate body"

"The fire in her will never die, for I will be her last spark of fire"

"And I suppose we shall spare no cents when it comes to her"

"Thus this is not an option but an obligation"

"For our princess should never rest in eternity~"

Soon, everyone will hear the bell on your bowtie ringing again.

Note: can you guess everyone's speech correctly? What are your guesses (speech order)? :DD

[platonicyanderereverie]

ok reader who is obbsesed with cooking or chef reader ending up not sleeping for like a day or two what Are the harbingers reaction?

Thank you for your requesst‼️

Platonic yandere harbingers with chef reader not sleeping

[Warnings!:implied drugging,mind control,usual behaviour.lmk if I missed anything]

Chances are you were most likely staying up because you were too invested in perfecting one of your dishes, let's see how the harbingers take to this...

Capitano

Capitano's frown would deepen when he saw you clattering around in the kitchen, whether late into the night or early in the morning. Either way, he saw your stubbornness as foolish. You’re merely human! You need your rest to function properly.

And yet here you are, forcing yourself to stay awake to cook, no less. He would only give a gruff scolding as he picks you up under his arm and walks out of the kitchen. You won’t be running around any more until you get the rest your weak, mortal body needs.

Dottore

Dottore would observe you from the corner of his eye. He has no need for sleep, his body having been modified to avoid such meager necessities, but for you, a mere mortal, it’s essential.

He’s interested to know how long you can keep up your little sleep strike. No stranger to losing oneself in a project, he mostly sits back and observes, mentally noting each sign of your exhaustion...your movements growing sluggish, your head lolling as you sit in front of the oven.

Once he’s satisfied with his research, he would rather firmly advise you to get some rest. And if you still don’t listen… well, the next sip of water you take might be a little "special."

Columbina

Columbina would be a bit pouty. On top of not letting your mortal body rest, you’re wasting your time away in the kitchen! She trails behind you, constantly chirping about the importance of sleep, her displeased presence making it difficult to focus.

If you ignore her insistent reminders, she’ll resort to a more direct approach. Don’t be afraid when her hands cradle your face, and her soothing singing seeps into your mind, wrapping you in a cool, feathery embrace. You’ll soon begin to feel drowsy, your weary mind finally succumbing to the need you’ve been resisting. Simply let your eyes slip shut. It's for the best...

Arlecchino

Arlecchino would hear from the other children of The Hearth if you were up past curfew or causing a ruckus in the kitchen well into the morning.

The Knave does not tolerate any form of self neglect. And so, you’d find yourself whisked away from your precious ingredients into her office.

Your stubbornness is causing trouble for others and, most importantly, for your own body. She will strongly advise you to rest. You’d do well to take that advice.

Pulcinella

Pulcinella would be highly disappointed. After all, you’re still growing, and you need all the rest you can get.

If you insist on fumbling around late into the night, he won’t take it well. Your stubbornness doesn’t endear you to him when it actively harms your health. You should listen to him and rest—unless, of course, you’d like your kitchen supplies taken away.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche would be mildly annoyed, more than anything. Here you are, foolishly going against your mortal body. How predictable.

Honestly, your little obsession can’t possibly be worth this much hassle. That said, though he’d never openly show it, your pushing yourself bothers him behind his sharp remarks. If he’s particularly irritated, expect constant nagging, scoffs, and eye rolls as you move around in the kitchen.

And if none of that works, he’ll simply drag you out of the kitchen and lock the door. How foolish you are, leading yourself to an early grave.

Sandrone

Sandrone doesn’t need sleep and actively looks down upon it. She might ignore the fact that your clattering around lasts well into the night.

However, when you’re blinking heavily or dozing off while she’s talking to you, it becomes an issue. She’ll remind you that, as much as she would like, you are not one of her puppets; your body needs rest.

If you stubbornly refuse to listen, the appliances in the kitchen will no longer be available. Should you still insist on defying her, you’ll find yourself herded back to your room by a few modified ruin machines.

La Signora

Signora is an avid advocate for beauty sleep. Seeing you slaving away in the kitchen on one of your obsessive pursuits would certainly nag at her.

She’d scoff, glancing your way, telling you that you look absolutely horrid and should get some shut-eye unless you wish to look like a walking corpse.

I suggest you listen to her unless you want to upset her. An upset Fair Lady is not something anyone wants to deal with.

Pantalone

Pantalone would notice immediately, as he keeps a very specific and tight schedule for you. The moment you deviate from it, he’d already be displeased.

He would be rather impatient when the chefs nervously inform him that you’ve been in the kitchen well into the morning. And honestly, you have everything at your disposal, yet you still manage to neglect yourself?

Pantalone is exasperated but firm as he closes off your precious kitchen, commanding the chefs not to let you back in. The maids would frantically usher you up to your room.

If you want your “toys” back, you’ll have to earn them...starting with getting some rest.

Childe

Childe would be quick to check on you, urging you to take care of yourself. He’d cheerfully point out the late hour, hinting not so subtly that you should head to bed.

When that fails, he’d try to coax you out of the kitchen with promises of rewards, even offering to read you a story if you’re restless.

But his patience wears thin when the whole house has gone quiet, yet you continue to rustle around in the kitchen. He’d finally grab the spatula from your hands and start to drag you out, insisting he’ll stay and read you a book one of his siblings liked until you fall asleep.

[ruciel]

thinking of a yandere! la signora who adores you so, so much. you are rosalyne’s one and only treasure, she cherishes you always. she likes dressing you up, you’re her beloved doll, and you deserve to be given the finest attire that all of teyvat can offer. but she likes dressing up with you even more. rosalyne likes doing your hair, and she’s not as controlling as you think— she styles it just the way you like it because you’re the prettiest when you’re happy. she paints your nails for you, something she never had the time to do herself before meeting you. rosalyne likes putting her initial on your ring finger’s nail, as if the actual ring sitting on it wasn’t enough to display her ownership of you. she struggles to do her own, but until you’re comfortable enough with her to paint them for her, she will tough it out. she does your makeup, if you so desire. rosalyne has studied your features time and time again, she thinks she could even paint you from memory. you share lipsticks, she loves to hold your face when applying it, she likes simply looking at you. she has you try on her heels from time to time. a lot of your clothing is actually her clothing: her blouses, her slacks, her gloves, her coats… how else are people supposed to know that you are hers? rosalyne is a good woman to you, she treats you kindly, even if she will not let you go, it isn’t so bad with her so long as you’re fine with slowly being forgotten as who you once were. one day you’ll come to realise your place as her trophy spouse, and unfortunately for you, la signora has the patience of a saint.

[dymttz]

Pinterest: *Shows image of any female character with breasts*

Me seconds later: *Open Google* Character x reader *Search*

[satinroses]

Future Works Poll!

Hi all! I just posted a little work on the sort of nightly routines of harbingers and their darlings, specifically about Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone and Scaramouche. I WAS going to write one for Childe too but then i lost my 50/50 for him to KEQING so im currently stewing in bitterness. I would be fine if i lost it to Baizhu or Shenhe or Ganyu or literally ANY of the limited 5 stars but NO! I lost it to keqing… I streamed my pulls to my friends and i was laughed at for a good 20 minutes when that keqing showed up. On the bright side !!! I got Arlecchino!!! Yay! I now have 2/3 playable harbingers and i really hope to get them all and ill definitely pull Capitano when he comes out (delusion).

In the meantime i was hoping people could answer this poll about what they want to see next. I can’t guarantee that the top result will come out first as all these WIPS are at varying degrees of completion but i just want to get a feel for which pieces people want the most. Thanks so much for all your support and i hope you all have wonderful days/nights <3

here are quick summaries off the potential works so you now what you’re voting for:

’Off the beaten path’ pt 2: Yan! Albedo x reader x Yan! Susbedo, its my first post but you shouldn’t have to scroll to far as i haven’t written very much.

In event of their deaths: What sort of contingencies would the Yan! Harbingers have in place should anything happen to them, which would set you free? which would leave instructions for your care? Which would entrust you to the care of another harbinger? This would likely be written for Scara, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Arlecchino, Capitano (RIP) and maybe Signora (RIP) or Pierro

Yan! Akademiya Dottore x reader: I find the concept of him being a complete loser very amusing and would like to elaborate on it with him having a crush while he was studying at the Akademiya and quite possibly being the most awkward person in the world around them. I’m still unsure whether the darling will reciprocate his feelings or not.

Yan! Harbinger rankings: ranking the harbingers on now ‘good’ they are to live with and which are the most tolerable and which will drive you insane, i'll likely write this for everyone but Pulcinella (and maybe Sandrone)

[jessamine-rose]

˚˖ ࣪ ⊹.°˖˚ A Candlelit Dinner ˚˖°.⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˚

Aka “Jessamine makes her cannibalism debut ft. La Signora after sharing too many crack ideas with @beloved-blaiddyd” (*-`ω´- )ﻭ✧

Tw:: yandere, cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome, offscreen death, 2.1 spoilers

♡ 1.1k words under the cut ♡

You aren’t allowed to attend your wife’s funeral.

Truthfully, it doesn’t surprise you. The world broke Rosalyne’s heart when it took the life of her previous lover, and so she refused to take a gamble with you. Anything to guarantee your safety, to ensure that you’d always be there to welcome her home.

It’s strange. The manor has always been peaceful during her missions, but the silence is stifling in La Signora’s eternal absence. The servants are gloomy; your hobbies feel tedious; and time freezes to an endless monotony of lamentation.

You don’t know what to do with your freedom. How long ago did you cease your prayers and find comfort in Rosalyne’s love? When did you start calling your prison a home?

A few weeks after the funeral, your handmaiden suggests a trip to the city for a change of pace. Such an invitation is unheard of, but the rules mean nothing without the looming threat of the Fair Lady’s rage. She likely pities you.

Instead, you take a short walk around the manor. The Snezhnayan winter is colder this year, or perhaps you’ve grown too accustomed to Rosalyne’s warmth.

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The kitchen was where you fell in love with Rosalyne.

Cooking was your favorite way to spend time together. It required patience, harmony, a mutual trust with knives and fire.

In those moments of domesticity, she was neither the Fair Lady nor the Crimson Witch of Flame. She was just Rosalyne, your self-proclaimed wife who sang while she worked and adjusted recipes to your personal tastes. She was in charge of the seasonings, courtesy of her time in Sumeru which provided an informal education in sugar and spices.

Once the meal was ready, the two of you would proceed to the dining table. She’d sit across from you and light the candelabra with a graceful flick of her fingers, flames blooming atop of pure white wax. Only then could you admire her fire without a modicum of fear.

During her missions, Rosalyne would purchase gifts for you. Most of the time, she came home with special ingredients to use in your cooking dates. Seafood from Morepesok, wine from Mondstadt, Jueyun chilis from Liyue, and so on.

You haven’t set foot in the kitchen since Rosalyne’s death. Neither do you eat at the dining table; you tell the servants to bring your meals to your room.

You can only manage a few bites before you grow sick of the dull taste in your mouth.

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Rosalyne’s final gift is a spice blend from Inazuma.

It is delivered a month after her funeral, a fancy box filled with little porcelain jars. Each jar is beautifully crafted, painted with crimson roses and butterflies.

Your wife’s subordinates won’t look you in the eye. In a rehearsed tone, they inform you that prior to her death, La Signora had made a bulk purchase of shichimi togarashi. The containers were custom-made, hence the delay in their arrival.

“The Fair Lady was adamant that you receive this gift, no matter the circumstances. We ask that you honor her final wish and enjoy this spice blend in your future meals.”

How did you respond? Was it a halfhearted nod or a few words of gratitude? All you remember is your walk from the foyer to the kitchen, shelves and countertops cleared, the porcelain chill of each jar as you pick them up and display them on every flat surface.

You once told Rosalyne that your kitchen could use more color. It appears that she took your request to heart.

The sun sets as you finish the task. At this hour, Rosalyne would be home and the two of you would begin the kitchen prep. What was your first meal together?

It was steak served with potato roses. Back then, you suggested potato roses out of a fearful desire to please her.

The meal takes longer to prepare. The chef offers their assistance but you refuse, taking out ingredients and cutting them with your familiar knife. The potatoes only need butter and a few seasonings, but the steak…you think you’ll try the shichimi.

You open a jar and scoop out a small portion of shichimi. It is a fiery shade of orange, likely from the chili pepper. The powdered spices are mixed with aonori, peppercorns, sesame seeds—what are those coarse, gray particles?

Maybe it is an ingredient native to Inazuma.

The steak is marinated. Your attention shifts back to the potatoes, the slices arranged in a rosette pattern. It takes a while; Rosalyne was always better at this.

After the potato roses are baked, the steak is seared. You almost overcook it—you always cooked Rosalyne’s first, and the two of you preferred different levels of doneness—but it’s salvaged at the last second. Then you arrange the food on your plate, recalling Rosalyne’s plating techniques. She knew how to make a meal look so pretty, so appetizing…

You bring your plate to the dining table. The chair in front of you is empty, and the candelabra is unlit. A servant lights the candles in Rosalyne’s place, but his flames are dimmer and he doesn’t pay attention to your reaction.

You pick up your knife and cut into the steak.

It looks normal, with a bloody center. You cut a small piece, stab it with your fork, and bring it to your mouth.

It tastes…unique.

There is the spiciness of the chili pepper, the sweetness of the citrus peel, umami from the other spices. But there are other flavors—bitter, metallic, smoky. You’re not quite sure if you like it.

Yet you can’t help but take another bite. And another. Another one, with the potato roses. Before you know it, your mouth is trembling and your vision is blurring. Through a veil of tears, you notice that your plate is already half-empty.

You stand up and return to the kitchen, ignoring the servants’ questions. Instead, you come back with the crimson-painted jar and add another spoonful of shichimi to your steak.

Now there’s too much seasoning. But you don’t mind; you mix it into the potato roses and continue eating, savoring the complex flavors.

How was Rosalyne in her final days? You can imagine her in an Inazuman market, looking for the perfect gift for her spouse. The smile on her face as she approved the shichimi and spoke with an esteemed craftsman. The moment of her death—How much pain was she in? Did her flames leave a mark on the Tenshukaku? Did she think of you?

It’s just like her to ensure that you’ll never despair over a bland meal, even in her death.

It almost feels as though she is still with you.

♡

…….Don’t ask me how a few DMs turned into 1.1k words bc idk either. And cheers to my Google history going from “spice blends” to “togarashi steak recipe” to “cremated ashes texture” to “what do ashes taste like” ^^;

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my tribute to La Signora!! Thanks again to Brynlee for this tasty idea, and may Hoyoverse not kill off the other Fatui Harbingers ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[yourheart-inmyhands]

sorry if this isnt a good enough prompt.... but could you do something signora related ? ^^ i always thought she'd be one of those gentle but if you make her mad she'll glare at you yanderes lol

La Signora (aka Rosalyne) is one of my fav non-playable charatcers, she's just so pretty and i'm praying she gets brought back somehow and made playable, i crave her. Also for reference, in my headcanons she didn't actually die in Inazuma but rather was grossly maimed due to the lightening and now has very faint scars across her body. I'll go into more detail about this when i do my huge overview :D <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behavior, overprotective behaviors, mentions of scars from a traumatic incident, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Signora is definitely a soft and careful lover. She’s lost her lover once and now that she has you, her soulmate come back to her, she wants to be the best she can. She always eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. She makes sure to finish her work at the same time every night so that she can go to bed with you. Whenever she goes out of Snezhnaya for work, she ensures to take you with her, knowing herself capable of protecting you and never wanting to be apart from you. 

“Is the dinner to your liking my Taube?” Rosalyne asked as she watched you eat, her own plate set before her on the desk. She had insisted that you eat together in her office tonight, rather than the Harbinger dining hall. Despite it typically being empty anyway, she had wanted the ensured privacy that eating in her office brought. She made sure everything was clear for the two of you, allowing for you to pull up a chair to the opposite side of her desk, facing each other as you ate. As a Harbinger, she could do pretty much as she pleased in the Zapolyarny palace, and while the defeat she faced in Inazuma still showed in her scars, she still held her rank in Snezhnaya. Due to this though, she often requested special meals be made for the two of you, ordering the chefs to make whatever it is you desired that night. You were her soulmate, after all, taken from her once too soon. Now she’ll do whatever she can to ensure you’re always happy, healthy, and by her side. After all, she finally has the power to do so.

[yancherrysoda]

Ephemeral Emancipation

This takes place one year after the events of Wind God. I had planned to write about what happens a month later and then six months later, but I'm currently out of ideas for those parts.

I'm not sure if sharing this was a good idea, considering that there are two more parts that come before it that I haven't written yet. This might confuse the readers. However, I really enjoyed writing it since I have an inclination towards violent scenes, and since I won't be writing anything very soon, I decided to post it anyway.

Warnings: decapitation, slashes being inflicted on a person

Word count: 5.246

''I would like to leave this place.''

Venti almost choked on the apple he was munching on. "Huh?"

You shifted from one foot to another as you nervously fiddled with the bottom hem of your shorts and repeated yourself, "I want to go out."

He set the half-eaten apple down on the table and leaned back in his chair, studying your face. The wind stirred his dark locks as he pondered your words. "You know I can't let you leave, right?"

You sighed, knowing this conversation won’t be an easy one. "I know, but I just... I miss the outside world so much. The endless blue skies, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the sound of birds chirping, and the fresh air."

Venti raised an eyebrow and asked, "How is the air outside any different from the air in here?"

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express how you felt. "It's not just about the air; it's about freedom, you know, the thing that you're supposed to represent." You crossed your arms over your chest. "It's about living, rather than just existing."

He brought his fingers up to his chin, contemplating your words. ''I tried my best to make you feel happy in here,'' he said. ''Wasn't that enough?''

As you thought back on the various moments you two had spent together, memories flooded your mind, including the times you had danced under the stars or sat on the swing while he tried to teach you how to play the lyre.

"You don't get it," you said, stepping forward and looking into his eyes. "Maybe this may be enough for you since you don't have the same perception of time as I do—being immortal and all that—but for me, it feels like I'm stuck in a never-ending loop."

You knew that discussing this topic with Venti required a different approach if you wanted to get through to him.

Your thoughts returned to the countless hours you'd spent poring over the books in Lisa's library; pages of Old Mondstadt unfurled like scrolls in front of your eyes, as if presenting you with a plan.

''You know, I've been curious about your past,'' you began, trying to pique Venti's interest. ''I've read stories about Old Mondstadt, but I always wondered what the experience of the people that lived there was like.''

That was true. Being from Mondstadt, you were curious about your city's history and how it evolved over time, but you never knew that the way you would get to briefly experience it was thanks to the situation you found yourself in about a year ago.

Venti's eyes narrowed slightly, the wind rustling his viridian attire. "How come you're suddenly interested in that? You could have asked me about my past a long time ago."

''But a long time ago you wouldn't have let me out!''

''What makes you think I would now?''

You crossed your arms behind your back and looked to the side. "Because I behaved well and followed your rules. I've proven that I can be trusted, didn't I?" you looked back at him. "I thought maybe you could walk me around while you explain its history to me. It would be a nice chance for me to learn more about you and experience the real world once again at the same time."

He sat up straight in his chair, considering your request. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged," he responded. "But only if you promise not to do anything stupid like last time. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

You nodded eagerly.

He approached you and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as a golden mist enveloped you both. You now found yourself standing on a cobblestone path surrounded by stone arches. You inhaled deeply, taking in the crisp, fresh air.

''Is the air different?'' he laughed.

''It's fresher,'' you said simply.

''Oh, come on.''

You looked around. "Well then, tell me something about this place. Since you've been here during its downfall centuries ago, I expect a tour in great detail."

He crossed his arms and looked down at the cobblestones beneath his feet, then at you. "This area was ruled by Decarabian, the God of Storms, who thought he protected the city and its people from the harsh winds that would sweep through," he began. "Back then, the entire Mondstadt region was known for being covered in snow and ice, which made it a difficult place to live in. Decarabian used his powers to form a wind barrier around Old Mondstadt, shielding it from the elements and creating what he thought was a haven for its inhabitants.'' He paused for a moment. ''However, as time passed, people began to realize that they were living in a false sense of security. The wind barrier became a prison, trapping them within its walls and preventing any contact with anything that was on the other side of it," he continued as you both walked along the path.

You hopped onto a fallen pillar, trying to balance yourself. "Reminds me of a certain someone."

Venti chuckled and looked up at you. "Unlike Decarabian, I don't create barriers to, quote on quote, protect people."

"But you decided to kidnap a person and strip them of freedom," you interjected, raising an eyebrow at him.

He sighed, "Do you want to listen to what I have to say or should we go back?"

"Fine, fine," you said, hopping off the pillar and gesturing for him to continue.

-

As you continued walking through the ancient streets of Old Mondstadt, Venti pointed out various landmarks and shared stories of the city's past. He also mentioned the grand tower that is still standing at the heart of the city, where Decarabian would reside.

You listened intently as he spoke, genuinely captivated by the tales of old.

He explained that after centuries of ruling, Decarabian’s people began to question his authority and the validity of his so-called protection. They desired freedom and the ability to explore beyond the confines of the city. Their discontent eventually grew into a rebellion led by a group of individuals who sought to end his reign and free the city from his control—Venti among them.

''Everyone fought against his oppressive rule, even his partner. The rebellion was successful, and Decarabian was overthrown, giving the people of Old Mondstadt the freedom they had longed for,'' he spoke.

"He had a partner?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Did he kidnap her too?"

''...No, and yes, Decarabian had a partner—a mortal who had been by his side through his reign—and who then saw the injustice he had inflicted upon their people. She couldn't bear to stand by his side any longer, and so she joined the rebellion.''

You drew circles on the dirt with your foot, pondering Venti's words, "And how did you become the Anemo Archon?"

''The individuals who led the rebellion were his partner, Amos, a young boy, and me." Venti's gaze turned sorrowful. ''They both perished, leaving me and Andrius—who also fought against Decarabian and who is now one of the Four Winds—as candidates for the position of the new Anemo Archon,'' he paused. ''Andrius was chosen, but he declined the offer, feeling that he was not suited for such a role. He believed that he was unworthy of this position due to his perceived lack of love for humanity that an Archon ought to have, and so the responsibility fell upon me. I accepted the role, not because I believed myself to be the most qualified,'' he said, lifting up a finger. ''But because I believed in freedom and the goodness of humanity, and once I became the Anemo Archon, I vowed to never repeat Decarabian's mistakes and to protect my people. I reshaped the terrain and changed Mondstadt's climate to its current state and then moved everyone to what is now the current City of Freedom,'' he concluded.

You exhaled heavily as the weight of Venti's words settled in your chest. ''What a journey that must have been.''

"What a journey indeed," he replied, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "I'm glad you didn't get to experience such an event."

Both of you came to a halt, taking in the view of the abandoned city.

''You said you took the form of a human, what did you look like before?''

''Ah, before I took the form of a human, I was just a tiny being who lived in the wind. I had no physical form but rather existed as a manifestation of the wind itself,'' he explained with a smile.

"So now you're, what, human-shaped air?" you asked, trying to wrap your head around the concept.

Venti laughed at your question. "That's an interesting way of describing it! I suppose you could say that.''

You simply nodded and resumed your walking.

You spotted a small opening in the rockface—a split in the wall just wide enough to squeeze through it—from which you could see the light shining out. A flicker of doubt crossed your mind, but you needed to take the chance, so you grabbed his hand and started walking towards it, leaving him no time for reaction.

"I don't think we should go there," he voiced, but you kept dragging him.

"It's alright; I promised I wouldn't do anything stupid, didn't I?"

"Is this your idea of not stupid?"

‘’Just for a while, there’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, you're still keeping an eye on me.’’

As you made your way through the narrow opening, the sharp edges scraped against your skin, causing slight discomfort. Venti followed closely behind, his grip on your hand tight.

Finally, you emerged from the darkness and onto a long and wide road amidst tall boulders. The sky overhead was clear blue with puffy white clouds, and the sound of wind around you was but a low hum. The birds soared over the trees and chirped out a song, unlike the melancholic silence of the abandoned city you had just left behind.

You let go of his hand and walked ahead, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. The vibrant swaying grass danced in harmony with the gentle breeze, and although it was pretty similar to what you had in the Serenitea Pot, it somehow felt different.

"Hold on, you're walking too fast!" Venti called out and hurried to catch up to you.

You didn't listen to him; instead, you kept powering forward until you were met with a small beach overlooking a lake that shimmered under the golden rays of the sun. The water stretched out before you like a sparkling mirror, reflecting the hues of the sky and creating a captivating scene.

A gust of wind gently pushed you back onto Venti's chest, causing you to stumble slightly. He grabbed your chin and lifted it up to make you look at him. "I told you not to run off like that."

"Couldn't help it," you shrugged. "What did you expect? I haven't been here in so long."

His hand squeezed your cheeks. "I get it, but please try to stay by my side."

You huffed in annoyance, letting out a loud and long sigh. "Right, I'm supposed to behave, I totally forgot about that."

"Y/N, I'm serious." He was afraid that the two of you would run into someone familiar and that you would take that as an opportunity to run away, so he tried to be cautious.

You wiggled free from his grasp and made your way towards the lake, taking a few steps closer to the water's edge. "You know I most likely won't get to experience being here again, right? You've been very adamant about keeping me confined in that realm, let me at least enjoy this."

He joined you by the shore. "I didn't say you couldn't enjoy this. I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

You snorted, "Safe from who? I don't see anybody else around here other than you."

Looking around, you noticed a wooden boat tethered to a nearby rock and ran up to it, excitedly tugging on the rope to set it free. Venti trailed close behind, a worried expression on his face. "What are you doing?"

You threw the rope to the side and turned to face him. "I want to go on a boat ride, we don't have that luxury in the realm. We won't go far, just a short trip around the lake. Does that sound good, or are you going to baby me again?"

You both then pushed the boat into the water. He reached out to take your hand in his, helping you lift one leg over the side of the boat and then the other. As you settled into the boat, you saw Venti take his place beside you, a small smile playing on his lips.

The boat gently rocked as it sailed across the still surface of the lake, and the sound of the water lapping against the hull gave you a sense of peace that you hadn't felt in a long time.

You felt a sense of liberation wash over you as the boat moved further away from the shore. The wind tossed through your hair, and the warm sun kissed your skin. You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, savoring every moment of this brief taste of freedom.

You leaned over the side of the boat and ran your fingers through the cold water. The fish swam lazily beneath the surface, their scales glistening in the sunlight and creating a vibrant display of colors.

Venti watched you with admiration in his eyes. He understood the significance of this moment for you, and despite his reservations, he was captivated by your joy and the way it lit up your face.

The boat continued to drift along the lake, taking you deeper into its embrace. The surrounding landscape was a picturesque panorama of meadows adorned with wildflowers and half-cut mountains in the distance.

Taking a glance at Venti, you saw him look in another direction with a mix of emotions on his face, one of which was predominantly sadness. He wished he could give you more of these moments where you could truly be free, but he also didn't want to risk losing you.

You dipped your hand into the water again and splashed a handful of droplets onto Venti's face, breaking him out of his pensive state.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" he teased, wiping the water off his face with his sleeve.

"Well, I couldn't resist," you replied, splashing some more water in his direction.

"If you're going to play dirty, then I guess I'll have to retaliate," he said, reaching over to splash water back at you.

The boat rocked with your antics, as you two engaged in a water fight, and the tension and sadness that had been lingering in the air vanished, replaced by pure joy and laughter.

You both eventually calmed down, catching your breath and letting the laughter subside. The boat continued its journey across the lake until it arrived on the other side of the shore. You two stepped off drenched but with smiles on your faces.

As you walked on the sand, you talked about everything and nothing at the same time. The conversation flowed effortlessly, as if the water had washed away all the barriers that had been holding you back. While you were talking, you saw a Sunsettia tree a few steps away, its vivid orange fruits hanging from the branches like jewelry. You walked towards it, plucked two of them, and handed one to Venti.

"Here," you said, offering him the Sunsettia fruit.

He took it with a grateful smile. "Thank you. This has been fun, I'm glad I agreed to bring you here."

You smiled back at him. Perhaps thanks to this little adventure, he will let you out more often.

You leaned back against the tree trunk. The soothing rustle of the leaves above provided a calming soundtrack to your conversation.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, you felt a gloved hand cover your mouth and push you onto the ground. Looking up, you saw a person wearing a coat and whose face was covered by a mask. You struggled against their grip, but their strength overpowered yours. Panic welled up inside you, and you desperately searched for Venti, only to see that he was apprehended by another masked figure.

The clapping of hands and a voice that sounded like a snake, hissing and ready to strike at any moment, resonated across the air from behind him. ''Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little romantic date interrupted by some unwanted guests?''

You both were lifted from the ground and forced to sit on your knees, hands bound behind your backs. The playful atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a tense and dangerous situation.

Your heart thumped in your chest, and your throat tightened with fear as you looked over your shoulder to see four people standing behind you. You exchanged a quick glance at Venti, who silently tried to reassure you that you would find a way out of this together.

As the voice taunted and threatened, you turned to see a blonde woman in a revealing dress, a cloak draped over her shoulders, and some kind of crown perched on her head.

She approached Venti from behind and grabbed him by the hair, forcing his head back. "You thought you could avoid me, bard?" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "No more slipping away, you little rat."

Venti let out a laugh. "What more, O highness, dost thou crave from me? Yet more songs, perchance, to set your spirit free?" he joked.

The woman's grip tightened on Venti's hair, her nails digging into his scalp. "Quit it with the rhymes," she hissed, and her eyes were like flames, scorching everything they touched. "I assure you; this is far from a laughing matter. I already took your Gnosis; maybe I can take something more from you." She let go of his hair and turned to face you.

It looked like Venti had encountered this woman before, and she had some deep-seated vendetta against him.

The masked man who was holding you in place pulled out a dagger and pressed it against your throat, causing you to take a sharp intake of breath. The cold metal glinted ominously in the dying light of the sun, casting a shadow across your face.

Venti shifted uneasily in front of you, his eyes locked on the dagger that threatened your life. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

''Isn't this the mortal you hold so dear? The one you spent countless days serenading with your songs and that you now hold behind lock and key? How selfish of a God of Freedom,'' the woman mocked, ''I must say, I've never seen such devotion from a God before. It's truly touching,'' she gestured towards the person behind you. "But you're no better than your predecessor.''

Venti's body tightened at the sight of the dagger pressing deeper against your skin. He clenched his fists and said, ''I fucking swear, if you do something to her, you will regret it. I spared you many times before, but my patience is wearing thin. I won't hesitate to kill you and your stupid fatui puppets." His voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation.

The woman laughed coldly, her eyes narrowing with amusement. "Oh, how bold of you to threaten me, Barbatos. But I think you underestimate the lengths I'm willing to go to get what I want."

As he locked eyes with the woman, his demeanor darkened and his speech took on a more serious tone. "Did you forget who you're dealing with, Rosalyne?"

Her eyes widened at the mention of her name, and she slapped him, the sound echoing throughout the tense atmosphere. Venti's head snapped to the side, but he didn't flinch; his defiance only seemed to fuel her anger.

''Is this how you always greet people? By slapping their faces?'' he laughed sarcastically. "You should be more careful with your actions and words, they leave traces.''

She leaned closer to him. "You don't get to mock me, Barbatos. You see, I would like to know what you would do if I were to end your mortal's life right in front of you. Would you still have the audacity to talk to me like that?''

The fatui behind you retracted the blade from your throat only to twist it around his hand and try to stab you, but you never felt it pierce your skin.

At that, a powerful surge of wind swept through the air, and you heard heavy weights fall to the ground. You looked up to your sides just to see a gruesome scene; the heads of the fatui rolling across the ground and leaving a trail of blood in their wake, their lifeless eyes staring back at you. In horror, you quickly closed your eyes and tried to fight the nauseous feeling in your stomach.

Venti stood tall in the midst of the chaos, as the wind whipped around him, carrying the scent of blood.

''I warned you, didn't I? I warned what would happen if you dared to harm her.'' He spoke with a chilling conviction that sent shivers down your spine.

Rosalyne took a few steps back and attempted to channel her elemental powers through her catalyst in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. Venti raised his hand, and a whirlwind formed around him before she could utter a single incantation. The wind blew her off her feet, causing her to collide with a nearby wall. As she collided with the hard surface, she let out a strangled cry of pain, and her body crumbled to the ground.

He stood over her, ''I don't think you're familiar with the expression fuck around and find out, are you?''

She attempted to stand, but her body trembled from pain. "I'm from Mondstadt, you wouldn't harm someone from your nation,'' she panted. "Try to kill me, and I'll make sure your precious little—''

Slashes began to appear on her body as if carved by an unseen force, causing her to scream in agony. Venti's wind continued to slice through her with precision, each cut calculated, inflicting pain but avoiding any fatal blows.

As the wind howled around them and the air was thick with tension, carrying the echoes of Rosalyne's screams, his eyes bore into her writhing form. His once playful and carefree demeanor had morphed into something dark and unyielding.

With one last slash, his wind finally ceased, leaving her broken and bloodied on the ground. Her body twitched and convulsed with each ragged breath she took. "Do me a favor and die here, Rosalyne," he said with a frosty tone, his words lacking any warmth or emotion.

As you stared in disbelief, he turned around and began walking towards you. His steps were heavy, each one echoing in the silence until he came to a halt in front of you. His eyes, now devoid of their usual gleam, were hauntingly intense. He knelt down and gently stroked some of your blood-stained hair; it was gentle, contrasting with the brutality he had displayed moments before.

''We're going home,'' he said, and grabbed you by the wrist to pull you up from the ground. The golden mist from before swirled around you both once more, taking you back to the realm.

You now stood at the entryway of the house. Your heart still pounded from the horrifying events that happened during the evening.

Venti looked you up and down. "Take your clothes off and go bathe. There's blood on you,'' he commanded.

You didn't move, your voice shaky as you spoke, "What did you do?"

His eyes met yours. "What did you want me to do?"

''You murdered those people!''

"Would you have rather died?" he yelled. "I protected you!"

''Yes! ...no, I don't know! You're not supposed to protect me by killing other people!'' You managed to say through labored breaths, ''There must have been another way to handle the situation, we could have found a peaceful resolution, or we could have tried to escape...''

As he listened to your words, his gaze hardened, and his jaw clenched tightly. ''Peaceful resolution? With someone like her?''

"I don't know what you did to her to make her hate you so much, but resorting to violence is not an answer!"

''Enough!'' he snapped, ''You will not be leaving again.''

"Venti," his name escaped your lips.

He shivered. This was the first time you pronounced his name since he brought you here. He wanted you to call his name for so long, but not like this.

You lowered your voice, making it gentle and soothing to try and reach him in his hardened state. "Was a single life above those people?"

''Your life is above those people. You don't realize just how important you're to me, Y/N." He tried to come closer to you, but you stepped back.

You didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. It was futile to reason with him.

-

This whole situation was giving you a horrible night. Every time you were close to falling asleep, you'd toss and turn in bed, replaying the events of the evening in your mind. The images of heads rolling on the floor and that woman's horrifying scream as Venti slashed through her kept flashing before your eyes.

You tensed up as you heard the door creak open, your heart racing once more. You watched Venti stumble into your room as he clumsily made his way over to you. He sat on the bed and leaned in close, his lips almost brushing yours and his breath heavy with the scent of dandelion wine.

You backed down, causing him to fall on you and rest his cheek on your collarbone as he sighed heavily. You nudged him to sit up straight, but he groaned and buried his face deeper into your collarbone, both arms tightly wrapped around you, refusing to let go.

"Y/N..." he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. His shirt was rumpled and unbuttoned, exposing a teal tattoo on his chest. This was the first time you saw his bare skin in such an intimate way and you couldn't help but trace your fingers over the design, admiring the details and the way it seemed to glow under your touch.

While you lay there, fascinated by the intricate tattoo, you felt Venti slowly lift his head from your collarbone and leave a trail of soft kisses down your neck. The feeling of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and a rush of warmth flooded your cheeks.

"Hey," you said, placing your fisted hand on his chest and lightly pushing him away. "You should go to bed. You're drunk."

Venti looked up at you, his usually vibrant eyes now hazy and clouded with the effects of alcohol. He let out a small chuckle. "I'm in bed."

''Not in yours...''

He hugged you tighter, ''What does it matter?''

You sighed, trying to come up with an excuse, ''It matters because this bed is not big enough for the both of us.'' That was a lie; the bed was large enough for two people, but you felt uneasy about this situation and wanted to create some distance between yourself and Venti.

He resumed giving you neck kisses as one of his hands made its way underneath your shirt, caressing your bare back. ''I love you, haah... I love you a lot,'' he breathed out. ''Give in to me already.''

"Venti, this is getting out of control." You tried to push him away harder, but his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you firmly in place. "You need to get back to your room."

You attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but his strength was surprisingly strong for someone who seemed to be so intoxicated. The two of you lay there in a tangled mess of limbs.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. You couldn't help but think about the complicated relationship you shared with him. He kidnapped you and forced you to stay by his side, yet he never treated you badly; in fact, he had shown you nothing but kindness and affection.

A soft snore escaped his lips, and you turned your head to see him knocked out. You scanned his features, taking in the relaxed expression on his face and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

-

You woke up the next morning to soft rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains. As you stretched and yawned, you realized that you were no longer tangled with Venti. You turned your head and saw him still peacefully asleep beside you; his messy hair was spread across the pillow, and he was now covered in a blanket, hiding the teal tattoo that had captivated you the night before. You carefully removed your side of the blanket and tried to slip out of bed, but as you did, Venti stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He groaned and rubbed them, looking at you with confusion.

"What am I doing here?" he mumbled, his voice rough and low.

"You came home drunk last night and made your way into my bed," you replied, trying to hide the lingering warmth on your cheeks.

As he propped himself up on his elbows, his expression changed from confusion to realization. He took in the familiar surroundings of your bedroom as he looked around. He then glanced down and saw that his shirt was still on, albeit slightly wrinkled and unbuttoned halfway, causing it to fall loosely off his shoulders.

''Nothing happened,'' you quickly added, hoping he wouldn't misinterpret the situation.

He watched you walk up to the dresser, grab a brush, and run it through your hair while you tried not to look at him. He leaned back against the pillow, one arm behind his head as his hand absentmindedly ran through his messy hair.

''Venti,'' you turned to him, ''The state you were in last night was because of—''

''The fatui,'' he interrupted. ''I made you uncomfortable. I made you fear me,'' he said, looking up at the ceiling. ''I don't want you to see me as a monster, Y/N.''

You didn't say anything, instead, you kept brushing your hair.

''I'm sorry. I can't make it up to you with words alone, but," he paused for a second, "I don't want to lose you. I sacrificed so much in my life. I said goodbye to so many people." His voice faded away, losing its strength and volume. "If I had someone to pray to, I would ask them to let me keep at least one person by my side, just one is enough."

He got out of bed and walked over to you, taking your hands in his and looking you in the eyes. He brought them up to his lips and gently kissed your fingers. "You're everything I have."

[vortexbloom]

Decided to write something platonic（╹◡╹）

Edit: It kills me to know that I wrote 'you' instead of 'your' (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

[naomeii]

I was thinking of starting a series (?) for 200 followers event :) (this post will be deleted soon.) I couldn't choose which tho there are two options in mind,

1. Yan! Characters (from diff nations ofc, based on reqs) (separate) 2. mercenary(?)!Reader x Fatui Harbingers with multiple routes/love interests, kinda like a game.

[madamofthestars]

Oh how cute-Yandere Queen Signora

Author note-A special fic for one my best friend @lxttechoco and I definitely would recommend checking out her content for she is an awesome writer.

Tw-Yandere content.

🖤Queen signora was a busy woman ruling the kingdom and she doesn’t have time for any distraction especially when it comes to love.

🖤Especially ever since the death of her lover but some how you manage to capture her interest.

🖤You were different from the other people that have enter her court you certainly caught her eyes.

🖤She slowly warmed up to the idea of loving you and having you as a lover eventually.

🖤Signora definitely was pleased to hear when you have return and accepted her affection.

🖤Since you two are now dating she had done everything in power to make sure no one would dear hurt you or even try to upset you.

🖤After all you are her precious gem and she not gonna lose you for you are a ray of sunshine in her dark and lonely world.

🖤She won’t even let the prince scaramouche from the electro kingdom try and dare to steal you for she not blind she can see that the prince was planing something but not on her watch.

🖤she would take over many kingdoms if it means you’ll be safe and in her arms forever.

[wannabeabogwitch]

Oh hell yeah, La Signora is hot af and I don't care about what she did, I'm a simp.

In my headcanon, La Signora joined the cult after Rem stopped Ei from killing her, which lead to an obsessive search for everything about Rem. When she comes out of the Rem rabbithole, she's an absolute zealot. Ask her to fight the Archons by herself? She's already charging them while praising your name. Just an idea :3

Oh my god I love this so much :’) Ugh… women, yandere women, La Signora my beloved… Yandere Roselyn my beloved….

More under the cut as always! (This got longer than I had intended it to…)

Just the idea of La Signora growing distant from the rest of the Fatui, only to be confronted by Scaramouche or Childe – maybe even the Tsaritsa as she suddenly brings the news of your arrival. The look of shock in their faces as they see the normally composed Signora breaks down as she explains you and your deeds. Of course they had heard of you, you were the only other deity Snezhnaya worshiped beside Her Highness the Tsaritsa; but the way she speaks of you ends up moving them to try and figure out your appeal themselves until they’re both in as deep a hole as she is.

Having three of the eleven most dangerous individuals in all of Teyvat determined to bring you back “home” so they can show you what true worship and loyalty looks like…

Just imagine… La Signora feeling like she owes you her life, as she’s thanking you through labored breaths while Ei only watches in a mix of embarrassment (from being stopped and scolded by you) and anger while the Traveler begs you to reconsider.

“You,” purple eyes watched in disgust as the Harbinger struggled to stand, “be thankful they have spared your life, I suggest you leave as soon as possible — for if I find you by myself I will not hesitate to end your miserable existence once and for all.”

“Ei…” You frown but make no attempt to stop the platinum blonde woman from leaving — you only hoped she would be alright in the long run. As much as you didn’t completely appreciate her previous… endeavors, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand by and see her life end.

The minute you’re able to, you hurriedly scribble down a letter and pass it to Lumine in hopes she’ll find Rosalyne and deliver it to her; “Please, I know you hate her — and I don’t blame you for that at all — but please, please don’t hurt her. Just, give this to her.”

And what can the blonde do but do as you say? She effectively tracks down the Snezhnayan and gives her your note, in a more aggressive way than you had hoped for, and comes back in mere hours.

Icy blue eyes scan your words as her underlings treat her wounds, an uncharacteristic softness blooms in her chest as she reads your apology, your words of encouragement as you tried to cheer for her success (hoping she’d stop hurting others but she opted to ignore that part), she had heard rumors amongst the people of Teyvat of the awakening of Rem… she had never given it much thought but as she remembered your kind expression during the few fleeting meetings she had with you, she wondered if maybe there was some merit to your tales.

And so, she studied. She had her people run around Teyvat and bring her any and all things related to you, from old scriptures to books filled with mythology; eventually, she began amassing her own small library dedicated to the study of Rem. It was to pass the time as she healed, she’d first said, but it had now been months since her encounter with the Shogun and her body was in pristine condition and she couldn’t detach herself from you at all. If anything, she seemed even more taken.

You were a being above all, above the Archons and Celestia itself — you brought warmth, light, wisdom, and strength to your followers and the world you’d helped create. How could she not fall victim to your charms? It didn’t help you were so cute, such a good soul trapped with good for nothing Archons like Morax and Barbatos, would it be that bad if she brought you back to Snezhnaya and kept you there with her? You could even prove yourself helpful to the Tsaritsa’s great plan!

However, try as she might to forget, Signora is only human and even she can make mistakes – this one being, she forgot she’d have her fellow coworkers (a kinder term than the one she’d use) come and bother her so soon.

First it was The Balladeer who’d come storming into her office demanding answers. Yapping about a mission, how the Electro Gnosis should’ve been delivered months ago and that people were growing impatient. She would have had him kicked out by the collar if he hadn’t brought up the countless documents, all pertaining to you, scattered across the wooden desk she sat in front of.

“What’s this?” Scaramouch sneered, looking like a true jester in Rosalyne’s opinion, gazing down upon the scriptures.

“You’d think,” the woman barked, venom lacing her tone, “that considering where you came from you’d have some idea.”

“What exactly are you insinuating?”

“Hah, so you don’t know? Please,” she rolls her eyes, “considering their status and being the center of the Shogun’s worship, you’d think you’d know about Rem.”

There’s a flash of recognition that passes through Kunikuzushi’s eyes, the title clearly sounding familiar to the (not so) young man.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then you’re worse than I thought.”

Her clear hostility and unwillingness to teach clearly didn’t deter her fellow Harbinger and soon she found herself forced to spend time with him as the both of them dived deeper into the rabbit hole that you were. Some might even say it facilitated a bond, a strange and honestly concerning bond but a bond nonetheless.

Of course, things can only go so well for so long and in came Tartaglia — the youngest Harbinger and the biggest annoyance La Signora had the displeasure of having to deal with in some time. He, unlike the two, had heard from the people of Liyue about you quite a lot – but he never considered himself the scholarly type. But he couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t something about you that captivated him, maybe it was Signora’s seemingly endless dedication to you or Kunikuzushi’s uncharacteristic understanding of you – but soon, Childe found himself spending more and more mora in regards to you.

It didn’t take long for them all to come to a, surprisingly, unanimous decision to find you and bring you to the Tsaritsa. Now, here you were – unknowingly captivating some of Teyvat’s most dangerous individuals attention, all because you couldn’t stand to see one woman pay the price for her sins.

What a shame.

[noellefan101]

Too Scared to Let Go(To Lose You)

Characters; Lynette, Navia, Xiao, Scaramouche, Lyney, Kaeya, La Signora x gn Reader

Summary; they wont let go of you, no matter what. They can't protect you from harm when they aren't there, so they hold you close to ensure you're there. they've already lost so much.

Warnings; angst, maybe a little bit yandere,

Notes; i did the obvious like xiao, scara, signora and stuff but if i make a part two ill maybe put someone like barbara or nilou in, but that would just be them having intrusive thoughts... probably. will add diluc and venti there as well dont worry, love you

Lynette

She always thinks that you're going to die at some point, get kidnapped or just straight up leave, these thoughts come up once every week or so. But when your out and about or just working late, her thoughts run faster than ever. Of course she has lyney and the rest of the house, but she's just gotten so used to being with both lyney and you now that it doesnt quite feel the same. So her solution is often to hug you as tight as she can when sleeping, hoping you wont disappear in the morning.

And of course you try and help her as much as you possibly can, reassuring her that you wont leave and that youll find a way to get back to her no matter what happens when out and about, but that sometimes just doesnt cut it.

She doesnt cry often, but when she does its a lot, tears streaming down her face for an hour or two, and even longer if you, Lyney and Freminet aren't there with her.

Navia

She cant let go of you in the morning, it was always like that, but it had gotten so much worse after the loss of her two beloved bodyguards. She often mumbles in her sleep about you and how she wants you to stay. Something along the lines of:

“no… no, don’t go, stay… please!! Just stay with me!”

“please stay… stay with me… where did you go… no, come back, please…”’

“[name]… please stay with me… please… just stay…”

You have to wake her up when it seems like she’s panicking and try your best to comfort her, but sometimes she just doesn’t get any sleep because she wants to make sure you don’t disappear while she is asleep. She is of course the same shining Navia when around other people like the Traveler and Paimon, but everyone can see that she doesn’t want to let go of you at all, fearing you’ll vanish if you leave her line of sight for even just a second, its like you’re glued to her.

If people ever see you, they know for a fact that Navia is also there, no matter what. Oh, you want to go over and wish your friend a happy birthday, well she can carry a gift for them with her so you don’t have to. You wanted to cook something but is missing one singular ingredient, you can you go get it together, don’t worry she isn’t putting back anything for it (she totally is, and has multiple offers and such she should be taking a look at rn).

Xiao

He says he shouldn’t be near you all the time, but doesn’t let go when you make him give in to his desires. He’ll hurt you, and you know that, so why are you still here with him. Wait, no, he isn’t trying to make you go away, please don’t, ever. He just cares about you enough to not want you getting hurt because of his karmic debt, he loves you too much to let that happen. But the thought of you leaving him fills his mind more than the karmic debt at times, he dreads it, the fact that you’ll leave eventually, he doesn’t care if its by choice or fate, just don’t. please, please, please don’t leave, just stay with him, please.

He doesn’t want to let go, but feels he needs to, you tell him its fine yet he feels like it isn’t. it feels like he’s hurting you every second of being with you, yet he doesn’t try to let go, he doesn’t even give the thought a chance. you say you’re fine, yet he feels like you’re not. He

feels like hes hurting you, he’s hurting more because of it. But then why does it hurt more without you, why, oh why. What have you done to him, just what did you do that made him so addicted to you. Swear you’ll never leave him ever, and he will do the same, as long as you’re here with him he swears he wont hurt you, he’ll break the karma in half for you, he’ll do anything. Just don’t leave him, please don’t.

Scaramouche

Everyone would say he’s too cocky, confident, and mean. But that’s all because he doesn’t let them see the vulnerable side of him, the leftovers of Kunikusuhi, the side he only shows to you. He shows you they way he cries at the mere thought you could leave him one day, he sobs in your chest as you comfort him and let him focus and anything but the nightmares haunting his being. He wont ever be like that with anyone that isn’t you, he doesn’t give a shit about them they can do whatever, but you have to stay.

He doesn’t care about all the others as long as you don’t leave him too, he doesn’t care about anything other than you. So please, please don’t leave him, ever, he would watch the world burn over and over again as long as he has you.

If you ever told anyone that the 6th harbinger, scaramouche, cries at night just because you left to go get a glass of water, they would call you crazy, say he’s never cried in his life that you must have seen things. But you know its true, and he does too, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He knows you wont go, you always say you wont, but he just cant let himself to believe you, not when he’s been lied to so many times. He worries too much about you and he knows that, but how could he not, he loves you, and will never let you leave him because you love him too, right?

Lyney

Although he may be the confident, charming and romantic magician Lyney everyday in public, when he finally lets go of the role at home he’s nowhere near that. He cries just because he wanted to see you and he finally did, he worries about not being able to save you someday. He’s a worrywart to say the least

If you were gone for too long, whether on a mission from father or anything else really, he would not be calm at all until you come back. he would only be rather calm after he got a letter from you or in one of his shows where he put too many layers of masks on to hide it. he wants to think that your ok, just as Lynette say you are, you're strong. but he still cant help but worry,and he ends up panicked and stressed, without sleep, too tired to think sbout anything else other than you. dont leave him, he wouldnt survive without you.

That's why you cant leave him. hell lose his mind, and destroy everything around him in the process. he cant let you leave, so please, please don't. his heart is already fragile, it beats only for you now, so don't leave. don't leave. don't... please... please don't, he cant handle that. so, please, don't leave him, ever. stay right here with him, forever.

Kaeya

He doesnt remember his birth parents, he hates them but a little bit, but mostly because they left him, he cant handle thinking about them. and it only made his pain worse when he lost the people he called his family once again, so he cant afford to lose anything else, not when he feels completely at home once again. you are his home now, his family, and his joy. so don't leave or he might lose his mind and start ruining himself from the inside and out.

He loves you, a lot, you're his reason to continue in life. so if he ever sees you leave he would cry, even if all you are doing is leaving his office after giving him his lunch, he would shed a tear at the sight. his heart is fragile ok? He can't bear to lose his life once again, not after his parents left, not after his adoptive family left too.

Don't go, stay, stay right here with him and everything will be fine. i will all be fine, you trust him after all, and he won't let anyone touch you, let alone hurt you. you're safe here with him, don't worry about them, worry about him. you've got him wrapped around your finger without even knowing, you could want a certain sweet from Inazuma and he'll get it as fast as possible. you can get anything you want, ok? The only condition is that you stay right here with him, and only him.

La Signora

She swore she wasn’t going to fall for anyone after her first lover died, so why did she fall for you, how did she fall for you. Honestly you don’t know and she doesn’t either, she doesn’t know how you were able to melt her ice cold heart back to normal, even if only around you and you only, if anyone else is around it freezes back quicker than lightning can strike. She thought she wasn’t able to love again after he died, but you proved her wrong, so you can’t leave too. She cant deal with the death of her lover once again, so don’t leave her, ever.

You hug her in the night as she cries a little, mad at you for leaving her in her dream, but still not mad at you, as her anger is mostly to the world for doing this to her. But don’t worry, she’ll fall asleep eventually as she always does, she does need her beauty sleep after all. But that doesn’t mean she’ll wake up and easily let go again or just get out of bed, she’s stubborn and want you all for herself a little longer. She makes you talk a little as you carefully brush her hair like she taught you to do, and she relaxes a bit when you tell her you love her while kissing her head.

As long as you promise you wont leave her, and keep that promise, she’ll love you forever, she cant bare to see you go out the door even if its just for groceries, someone else can do that don’t worry. Just come and relax with her in a bath, she can wash your hair and you can wash hers. She’ll take care of you like you take care of her, just don’t leave, please. If you ever left her alone for too long she would freak out, she does everything with you, baths, shopping, paperwork even, so she cant bear to be left alone for longer than 30 minutes or she’ll panic. So don’t leave her please, please, please don’t, she’ll even beg for you to not leave her, just stay here with her.

Thank u for reading this, i know this took a long time and I havent posted things these few like weeks I think but I may have writers block(idk why I say it like that) and this was made over like a few months actually heh, luv ya

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[bedoballoons]

MASTERLIST

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FLUFF:

♡ Multi character X Reader: Characters giving the reader a baby gift

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader has a suitcase like newts

♡ Lyney X Reader: Lyney has a flirting battle and confesses to the reader

♡ Multi character X Reader: The reader loves forehead kisses

♡ Wanderer X F! Reader: He's squishing her cheeks to tease her

♡ Zhongli X M! Reader: Watching the first snowfall together

♡ Albedo X Reader: Albedos birthday

♡ Freminet X Reader: Freminets birthday

♡ Kazuha X Reader: Kazuha birthday

♡ Thoma X Reader: Thomas birthday

♡ Multi Yandere character X Reader: No one showed up to the readers birthday but the character was there to help

♡ Sumeru boys X Reader: The boys leave for only a few minutes and reader automatically calls them to come back cause they miss them

♡ Multi character X Reader: Calling the characters beautiful

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader likes to play with characters fingers

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader is like a china glass doll

♡ Bennett X Reader: Reader has goodluck that cancels out Bennett's bad luck

♡ Multi character X Mechanic Reader: Character keeps breaking things so the reader will show up to fix them

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader has a very calming personality

♡ Zhongli X Reader: Teaching the reader how to use chopsticks

ANGST:

☪︎ Anemo boys X Reader: They have night terrors and wake up to you not being there, (fluff at the end)

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: The reader seems happy on outside but in reality is hiding so much pain

☪︎ Multi character X Mitsuri like Reader part 3: The reader gets confronted by their ex who called them horrible names and weight shamed them

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: Character thinks the reader left them PT1

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: Reader thinks the character left them PT2

☪︎ Fontaine characters X Reader: Fontainian Reader takes a splash of seawater to save the character

NSFW:

✩ Multi character X Reader: What it would be like if it was the readers first time, gentle or...

✩ Multi character X Reader: They react to the reader having nipple/clit piercings

✩ Neuvillette X Wife reader: She gives him paizuri

✩ Multi character X Dom! Afab Reader: Reverse size kink

✩ Multi character X Reader: Dom characters, sub afab reader

✩ Multi character X Bottom Male! Reader

✩ Multi character X afab! Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 1

✩ Multi character X F! Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 2

✩ Multi character X Afab Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 3

✩ Cyno X Reader: Reader likes his legs

✩ Multi character X Kitsune Reader: Reader traps them in interesting positions

✩ Switch Kaeya X Reader: Readers teasing him and then he turns it around

OTHER:

𑁍 Lyney X F! Reader: Reader is a inventor and they flirt

𑁍 Lyney X GN! Reader: Lyney has become a cat boy desperate for the readers attention

𑁍 Multi character X F! Reader: Reader is a Oni

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Reader likes to crack their back and it scares their partner

𑁍 Tighnari X Reader: To the song Betty by Taylor Swift

𑁍 Childe X F! Reader: La Signora hated Childe and the sisters didn't get along so spicy makeout after her funeral just to spite her

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Reader has a SCP 999

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Characters find out reader is a werewolf

𑁍 Tsundere Wanderer X Tsundere Reader

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Readers body runs hotter than most

𑁍 Yandere Wriothesley X Reader: Reader almost died and now Wrio is overly protective/possessive

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

yandere!idol!scara, perhaps? imagine being his biggest fan and being unaware that your oshi/bias is stalking you … he loves you way too much … you may be obsessed with him, but he's even more obsessed with you …

he would also be in a group with signora, childe, and dottore!

yandere!idol!scaramouche x reader

Scara has met you at meet and greets and you’ve both been talking back and forth for a while whenever he has off time, inviting you to every concert that’s near you and if you can make it flying you to venues so you can stay in a hotel near him. At first, you didn’t believe you were actually talking or interacting with the idol but when you got pulled aside after your first show by security (after they assured you you weren’t in trouble) to backstage where you saw the band Harbingers.

Briefly catching the glances of the lead vocalist and pianist La Signora and Il Dottore who both gave you a once over with an uncaring eye. The guard brought you to Scaramouche’s dressing room and knocked on the door, letting you in with a soft voice, “Bring them in.” Revealing your favorite idol facing away from you, wiping his makeup off, and pulling his hair back to smirk at you.

Since then you’ve become very close and he’s even told you his real name was Kunikuzushi but to call him Kuni, handing you his phone and sending a wink your way. “Put your number in so we can talk. The others are miserable to talk to away.” After that you both talked every day with Kuni often greeting you in the morning rudely and “begging” you go to sleep so you’d stop talking to him (please don’t he loves it).

Does his best to keep you away from the others especially Childe since he’s more likely to see you giving Kuni attention and try to screw with him or flirt with you, meanwhile the violet-haired idol is slowly losing the battle of self-control to not beat the shit of Childe because he doesn’t wanna scare you away. Dottore is someone who tries to reveal to you that Scaramouche has indeed stalked you and dug on the deep web to find out anything he could about you but Il Dottore gets a string full of curses instead from the angry gremlin as he pulls you away in hand.

Tries his best to get himself invited to your home without it seeming creepy and is even more excited internally when he sees that your walls are covered in posters and Kerch of him (spotting a signed photo card of him and he’s now desperately trying to remember when he saw you). Smirks at your embarrassed reaction upon forgetting that your room was still covered in the mercy of the person currently inside it and laughs it off, complimenting you (with some mockery and teasing) on being such a dedicated fan.

Is mentally analyzing you to figure out the best possible way to ask you out with complete success and observing every one of your signs when you’re flustered or infatuated. Kuni already has you wrapped around his finger like he wants but doesn’t recognize that he’s also wrapped around yours (truly made for each other).