#Yandere fatui

[beloveds-embrace]

╰┈➤ A Harbinger’s Claim: Part Two

Spoilers for 5.1 Archon Quest, yandere capitano, captivity

Capitano brings you back “home”. It is a somber affair.

Part One

The journey to Snezhnaya is silent, except for the sound of Capitano’s heavy, armored footsteps against the frozen ground. Snow falls around you in a never-ending flurry, swirling like ghosts of a past you can no longer grasp. You don’t know how long you’ve been in his arms, cradled against his chest as he carries you away from the battlefield where you’d spent what felt like centuries lost to time. Your body is numb, not just from the cold, but from the heavy weight of resignation settling in your bones.

Capitano moves with purpose, his grip firm and unyielding, as though afraid you might slip away if he loosens his hold. But you’re too tired to run, even if you wanted to. Instead, you rest your head against his chestplate, your thoughts drifting like the snow of Snezhnaya.

By the time you reach his mansion, a grand, imposing structure buried deep within the frozen wilderness, the numbness has fully set in. The gates creak open, welcoming you to your new prison. You don’t bother looking around, too weary to take in the sheer magnitude of the place. The icy chill seeps into the walls, but even that feels muted, all your senses dulled. You’re aware of Capitano’s presence at your side, ever-watchful, as though he’s afraid you might disappear. His grip remains just as tight even if he doesn’t hurt you.

Inside, the mansion is dark and vast, but not cold. Maids silently scurry about, and you have no doubt that there are other servants working in hiding. Everything is shrouded in an eerie stillness, much like the man who now claims you as his own. He sets you down gently on a plush, dark velvet couch in front of a roaring fire. The warmth should be comforting, but you feel… nothing.

“Rest.” he commands softly, his deep voice cutting through the silence. You barely register his words, your eyes already fluttering shut as exhaustion pulls you under.

When you wake, it’s to the sensation of silk blankets wrapped around you, the warmth of the fire licking at your skin. For a moment, you forget where you are. But then you hear him- Capitano’s voice, low and steady- speaking to someone just outside the room. The tone is commanding, as always, and it makes your stomach churn. There is truly no escape, is there? Though you are a shadow of who you once were, he still remains a pillar of strength.

You force yourself to sit up, the weight of the ring on your finger reminding you of the binding promise he made..

Before you can fully gather your thoughts, Capitano enters the room. He looms in the doorway, his masked face unreadable, yet his presence unmistakable. His gaze locks onto you, and the intensity of it sends a chill down your spine.

“You’re awake,” he states, his voice unnervingly calm. He moves closer, his heavy boots echoing in the vast, empty space. He crouches in front of you, his gloved hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture, though gentle, feels like a claim, a reminder that you are his now.

“I can’t stay here,” you whisper, though your voice lacks any conviction. “I can’t be what you want me to be, Capitano.”

Capitano’s hand pauses, his head tilting slightly as he regards you. “You will learn,” he says, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve spent centuries suffering alone. You belong with me now. I will ensure you are cared for.”

You pull the blanket tighter around you, the fire doing little to chase away the coldness settling in your chest. You are only thankful that your legs don’t ache at the moment, soothed by the warmth. “I don’t need you to take care of me,” you say, your voice hoarse. “I’ve been doing it on my own for a long time.”

His masked face looms closer, his breath ghosting through the slits of his helm. “You’ve barely survived,” he counters, his voice quiet but resolute. “I’ve watched you struggle. Your devotion to me never waned, even in your darkest moments, even when Khaenri’ah fell. Now, it’s my turn to give you purpose.”

You shake your head, exhaustion clawing at your mind. “I don’t need a purpose anymore. I just want peace.”

Capitano rises to his full height, towering over you as his gaze bores into yours. “Peace will come with time. You are mine now, and I will not let you waste away.”

He turns, motioning toward the doorway. “This mansion is your home now. Every corner, every room- none of it is off-limits to you. But know this: you will never leave here without me. Your place is with me, as it always was.”

A cold dread settles deep in your gut, and yet… there’s a strange comfort in his words. After so long being alone, aimless, the thought of someone- of him- taking control is almost tempting. Almost.

“I won’t fight you,” you say softly, back to staring down at the ring on your finger. Your mind whispers of hearing him call you wife when you were asleep, but you don’t want to acknowledge it. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever be yours in the way you want.”

But he doesn’t give you the chance for ignorance.

Capitano’s hand hovers over your shoulder for a moment, before settling there, his grip firm but not harsh. It trails ever so slightly until he is cupping your jaw. “That will come with time,” he says, his voice like a quiet vow. “You will learn to love me again. I am a patient man, especially for you, wife.”

Capitano slowly takes off his mask, and though your heart twinges painfully upon seeing what the curse has done to his appearance, you don’t flinch away.

As he leans closer, you feel his breath against your skin, warm and heavy. He hesitates for a moment, and in that pause, you see something in his gaze- a flicker of vulnerability, a crack in the unyielding facade he wears so proudly. Then, his gloved hand threads through your hair, holding you gently yet possessively, as if afraid you might slip away.

Capitano leans down and places a tender kiss on your forehead, a soft contrast to the coldness of his armor. The gesture catches you off guard, stirring emotions you thought long buried. It’s a small break in his resolve, a glimpse of the longing he’s carried for so long.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs, voice low and heavy with unspoken truths. His hand holds up strands of your hair, and he kisses those, too. “You’re finally here, and I won’t let you go again.”

His words settle around you like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of something within you- hope, perhaps, or maybe something more dangerous. In that moment, you understand that despite the chains that bind you, he too has been trapped by the weight of what he’s always desired: you. And as his lips linger near your hair, a fragile connection begins to form, one that blurs the lines between captivity and care.

(Escape… seems truly so far away from your reach. You feel breathless.)

[neuvilletteswife4ever]

Hii! Could I get a yandere harbingers with a darling who is on her period?(female or afab darling).

YANDERE FATUI HARBINGERS X READER WHO IS ON HER PERIOD

Warnings:

Mentions of experimentation, kidnapping, chain to ankle, non consent, extreme obsession.

"Leave me alone!!" You yelled at them, becoming more aggresive than usual. It was your hormones kicking up like always.

"Darling...why are you yelling at us." Childe switches from a loving obsessive voice to a low deep voice.

They all looked at you. Maybe you were acting different because you didn't want the chain on? Well, you'd have the chain on for the rest of your life so don't even think about it.

They tried giving you food, but nothing worked.

"Love, why are you acting like this?" Capitano asks with curiosity in his voice while holding your hand gently. Hmph, why is he acting so kind, as if he wasn't the one who killed your friends and family because he was "jealous" of them.

They also noticed you often went to the toilet. More than usual. They'd always follow you in the bathroom because of their fear of you escaping somehow (even if you had a chain at all times), but you did NOT let them follow you today. At first, they thought that you wanted to get away from them.

But then, Arlecchino's and Columbina's brain clicked.. You were on your period!!

"Oh no! My darling is in so much pain." Columbina says slowly as she turns much more gentle with you during your period.

As for Arlecchino, she kissed you at all times and comforted you when your cramps started acting up.

When the other Fatui Harbingers heard, they somehow got more obsessive and gentle.

Pantalone bought you gifts, chocolate, snacks, much more than you could ask for. They didn't want you to be in pain. Seeing you in pain was their worst nightmare, even the slightest headache.

Tartaglia cuddled with you, not letting you go away at any second.

Well, the upcoming night was quite interesting.

As usual, they forced you to sleep in their HUGE bed. They were cuddling with you every second. You were in the middle, and you didn't wanna wake them up.

As you tried to get up, they all woke up out of nowhere.

"Where are you going..." Dottore asks with a low voice. They all thought you were gonna try and escape.

You don't answer immedietaly because it was kind of embarassing to say it.

"I just need to go to the bathroom.."

And then it clicked in their brains. You needed to change your pad.

"Oh, of course love, do you want us to accompany you?" Signora asks lovingly, but a hint of huge amount of obsession underneath that voice.

You don't answer. You just go in.

You were in for a long long night.

(Now you may wonder, why didn't Dottore just experiment on you and take your period away? Well, that was because you swore to never talk to him again if he did. Not having his darling talk to him was his worst nightmare.)

[aluraveil]

The Earring

TW: Use of a tracker, unhealthy relationships, yandere, the doctor himself, etc.

Pairing: Yandere Dottore x Reader

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Dottore only wears one earring.

Many people have noticed that the mad doctor is missing one on his other ear. Dottore used to have a pair, but now one of them has gone missing. His fellow harbingers have noticed, but frankly they didn’t care enough to inquire about it.

Fatui agents under his command have seen it too. Nobody dared to inquire about it. Like they’ve always said, curiosity kills the cat. Except in this case, it literally means exactly that. Who knows what the harbinger might say if someone who clearly didn’t know their place asked about it? What punishment would they receive? And for that reason, that is why nobody has ever said anything about it.

The truth is, Dottore wears one earring on purpose. Where might the other earring be? Well it’s on your ear of course.

Dottore has thought of the ways to mark his ownership on you for the longest time. With each idea flowing in his head being worser than the other, he wanted to give up. But the sheer idea of other people eying his darling down makes his blood boil.

He knew that he needed a way to show everyone else that you belonged to him. But what could he even do?

The Doctor has seen how the other harbingers have marked their own darling with costly items.

The Doctor knew of the ways how the Regrator would mark his pet with materialistic items such as expensive jewelery and clothing.

But he didn’t want to follow the same approach when marking his own pet. He wanted to be different, he wanted to stand out. He didn’t want to do the same boring thing as the other harbingers.

Dottore would always insist that you wear your part. You’re hesitant to do so, but you didn’t want to disobey him.

The purpose of the earring was for marking you and tying you do as his. But there was also another part to it. The earring symbolized that Dottore would always be apart of you no matter where you went. Also, if you were to take a hammer and smash the earring open, you’d find a shocking discovery with it.

A tracker. One that could be used to know your exact location at all times.

You vaguely remember walking down the halls of the palace with the doctor arm in arm. Fatui agents would stare when they notice what’s on your ear. The other missing earring?

You personally thought the both of you looked stupid sharing an earring. But as long as the doctor wasn’t angry, then you were happy.

The fatui agents have wondered where the Doctor’s other earring could be. But when they found it on your ear, it all made sense.

Dottore only wears one earring. The other however, is used to mark you.

[ataraxiaspainting]

yan capitano who has people playing nice soft melodies just outside your shared bedroom’s door in the hopes that you’d be in a calmer, happier mood. it only makes your tears that much more painful for him to watch when it’s time for the musicians to go home.

[m1sa-w1sa]

can I request self aware arlecchino if your requests are open if not please ignore.

(Okie dokie :p)

•When you started playing genshin pretty recently but trying to catch up with all the lore but it was so much! When you wanted to pull for a charecter you picked arlecchino, you thought the design was pretty so you went ahead and pulled! Surprisingly you got her on the first one pull! Lucky…lucky you..

•But when you got her she was fully built? Why? Was that normal? When you asked your friends that DO play they said that you were playing with them it was so confusing to you

•Later that day anytime you pulled it would just be Arlecchino, Arlecchino developed some lind of obsession..? Always thinking it was cute you seeking so worried when shes low health, your listening to her voicelines. Why would anyone else beed your divine presence it was alrecchinos anyways!

•After a fee months you slowly got bored so you logged off, days, months, then a year but you suddenly remebered that you HAD Genshin impact (when it says you have NO storage) so you logged back on but when you looked at your characters it was only arlecchino, the voicelines were saying

“Why did you leave?”

“You didnt need to leave..”

“You only NEED me..”

•Again maybe it was a glitch so you just turned off your computer then just fall asleep but feeling someone right next to you..

“You will be with me forever My sweet..”

(Done :3 if u want to ask for a pt 2 just lmk!!)

[dotomuses]

morbidial (fatui x abyss!reader) child neglect, mention of death, violence

00 — remember me.

it’s not that you don’t remember, it’s just that there’s a lot you don’t. it’s painful, to reach out into whatever clear corners were left in your mind to find any trace of you and not those of a creature from the abyss. whether it’s some spell of subserviency, some sick side-affect of the void, or your own mind, you just can’t remember.

but you do, don't you? you choose to forget. you can try to convince yourself that it’s to keep the abyss from having any more leverage on you, but that’s a lie. you don’t want to remember because you still mourn, you keep mourning a life you never had.

of course you remember a soft hand swiping over your face, to wash dirt and grime off of you when they first found you. you remember the same hand pushing you away when you cried, because snezhnaya does not believe in tears.

you remember her too. you remember your mother. you remember her gentle laughter and her close-eyed smile, you remember her scornful glances and the way her hands tensed at loud children. you remember her disappearing for months for work and returning with the nice men and their big guns.

you remember your siblings welcoming her back, the elder girls and boys clapping and bowing, while the younger ones sprang and beamed at her. you remember wanting to do the same, but feeling lightheaded and ill when you saw her. weariness, you learned later, was what you felt.

you once wanted, so bad, to be a part of the big family you lived with. barely eight, with big, hopeful eyes, clinging to the coat of the man who brought you there, staring up at the big colosseum of a house and the many children running around there.

you had once been so ecstatic to start this different life, after the troubling one you had so far, seeing all the children laugh and run around. but you were a hare among rabbits and a dog among wolves. your life so far had made you too harsh for the innocence of a normal childhood and too weak for one of hardships. you tried to blend in, but it was hopeless. did you try too hard, or not try hard enough?

trying to join in on games was easy at first, everyone was excited at the prospect of a new playmate, a new sibling. but when you recoiled too harshly at being touched and caught in a game of tag, they pulled away, awkward. you liked to draw too, but showing others your pictures made you shy and embarrassed, but the children thought of you as egoistical. small things, very, very small things, made you too odd to be around. 

the other children would find your unblinking stare unsettling, and your stillness unnerving. it wasn’t that the house of the hearth didn’t have its own black sheep, but let us not pretend you were a lamb. an ugly duckling, who wasn’t a swan chick in the wrong nest, but a loon out of water.

eventually, your oddity just became you. you didn’t understand why nobody at all talked to you. the children in your years swerved around you, not wanting to attach themselves to a weed like yourself, and influenced by their elders, the new children avoided you like a plague.

it was… unbearable. your situation is so pitiable and morose that you fell into a mood too sombre for a little youth. isolation and loneliness sent you into a dark place, and the fragile hope that rested in your bones was shattered with every rejection you received. a little child, depraved of the stimulating feeling of joy and the company of your only community. a little child, taken from one poor family to another. a bird first held under the water, and then taken away to be held under sand.

nobody saw you. nobody at all. not your absent mother, not the caretaking mistresses, not your “siblings”, nobody. you had managed to get through it for the first year, but your peace had cracked quickly after. loneliness had irreparably, irreversibly, permanently been changed into a different person. at some point in your childhood, you became violent, scratching at anyone who came too close, and sneering at just about anyone with cutting words. you had hoped your outbursts of anger would have made you more noticeable, and the scolding of others made you beam with satisfaction. 

only until of course, the scoldings thinned out, and the house left you be, hoping to satiate you with silence and alone-time. you could have laughed at the irony of it if you didn’t feel so ridden with despair, your ears perpetually ringing from the quiet, your efforts truly were useless weren’t they?

your only method of releasing any pent up energy and dismay was the training your mother insisted every child in the house must participate in. beating at dummies with a stupid wooden club to hopefully beat away at your steadily growing morosity as well. 

your… vigor, if you could call it that, finally got you noticed. by one person, an old lady who patrolled the corridors, playing the role of a “captain” for all the children who trained.

she alone patted at your scars, giving you the simple opportunity of being more. more than your siblings. your depravity allowed you to cling onto any such praise, lighting a bit of a darker competitive streak in you, a blaze of fury stifling down anybody else who even tried to overtake you.

your “captain” prodded at the monster you were becoming, encouraging scuffles rather than reprimanding you for them. she didn’t defend you when the mistresses shrieked over your teeth biting into a girl’s arm, or your foot to a boy’s jaw, letting you snarl back at them yourself.

she created a small young beast, wrapping the thread of your broken heart and fragile soul around her wrinkled fingers, letting you rely on a person you thought truly valued you. perhaps she truly did. you chose to ignore, to forget the bite in her voice when you couldn’t perform well, pushing with more determination to make her proud of you again. you chose to remember her wired hands pulling at your face, joyful of your violent drive and cold sophistication.

your wooden club was replaced by a sword in a month, and your opponents went from dummies to the nice men with big guns who agreed to the lady’s offer to spar with you. you’d always stop at a blade to their throats, a victory, or a breathless lean against your weapon, a failure.

you, for once, felt complete. worthy. useful. even more so when your opponent grumbled congratulations, surely you were allowed a little smugness at fighting grown men and winning.

your mentor passed shortly after you came of age. you mourned for two months and a half, grieving the one person who gave you a glance that lasted longer than a second. the familiarity of your life fell and faded quickly, your spars less frequent and your days more empty.

you didn’t feel upset. she had been ailing for a while, and her death must have brought her peace. peace that you would cherish for her, in the place of her withering corpse. you were old enough to contribute to what she and the house had trained you and your siblings so long for, the mother government of snezhnaya, a nation you’d never even gotten close to visiting. 

your years there, however few, got you a strange reputation. right from the very start of your soldiership you were avoided by those under the knave, your mother, and the others caught along quickly. your team of weaker gunmen and hammer-wielding men were assigned to you simply so you could keep them alive long enough to fulfill their own duties. you found it nearly disgusting, the lack of their ability and their belief in their own contribution to the motherland. what did they think they were contributing to, sitting around while you hunted food and intruders alike? useless folk. all of them.

you tuned it out, your irritation, as you have and would many times over. your goals did not sit still like your comrades, but changed by the will of your leaders. did you consider them worthy enough to listen to? maybe not, but the sense of security you got in following orders, anchoring yourself in a community, gave you life.

then came the abyss, with her gentle hands, whisking your alice liddell self away into a wonderland, and you found security in being powerful.

dear, (name), how does it feel to hate enough to floor cities to the ground? to feel angry enough to swipe your claws at any man remotely brave enough to approach you? to be stealthy enough to evade your weak life in the overworld for centuries, and strong enough to keep yourself from dwelling over it? you have become one of the many gems from the abyssal cave. 

beautiful thing, do hope that the prince and his people do not bore themselves out at musing over you.

your peace comes in fragments, make them whole. at least, live trying. your stillness becomes that of a lynx, and your unblinking eyes that of a snake. your harshness is the beak of a loon. your claws are sharp and your canines sharper. they adore you more than anyone else ever has. 

value it, value them.

don't forget.

interaction appreciated !

ㄟ( ▔, ▔ )ㄏ i will probably continue the sagau series as well, but i'm a little demotivated to finish it. i am planning to turn this into a series, please do share ideas and thoughts >< it does help in keeping that drive to write a bit.

[mayullla]

Hey :3 I saw you had a new event so I wanted to request something ^^ please do take your time! And this is your hydration reminder!! >^<

Could I have;🌻, capitano, yandere, 🦋 

Title: The monster under the bed

Character(s): Capitano (Genshin Impact) Summary: Fantasy au: You had become friends with the monster under your bed and promised that you would be together forever. However, he wasn't satisfied with such a small place and left coming back years later this time under a castle. Warnings/tags: Monster!Capitano x noble!f!reader, yandere themes, imprisonment

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You were the daughter of high-ranking nobles, selfish to the core that their only yearning was for fame and money. Lovers of luxuries and strict with such things as etiquette and face. Ever since you could walk that was all you have learned, the studies, dancing and everything else that they have placed on your shoulders all came for the sake of face and then later a suitable arranged marriage that benefited them.

You were a pawn to them, not a daughter they should treasure.

You knew that found out from a very young age, you tried and failed one too many times to receive their love and affection, but it never happened. Some would say that it was good that you have given up quicker than most. Some say that maybe a little hope still wouldn't hurt rather than giving up so soon.

But it was fine because even in the sea of masks you always had your best friend with you. A shadow in the dark, the thing that you feared the most when you thought monsters under your bed would eat you up if you were not a good child. The shadows would get you if you don't stay inside the protection of your blankets. Reaching out into the dark under your bed when the maids left your room thinking that you were asleep, you called out to a name.

A shadow reached out to your hand, like ribbons wrapping your hand almost as if they were holding it.

The monster under your bed was your best friend.

You giggled at the feeling smiling at the shadow. It was your friend that much you knew, and it would not hurt you. It will never hurt you. That was its promise. It didn't have a face, but it had a voice, and that was enough for you.

In whispers, you two would talk till you have fallen asleep, and the night would tuck you into your bed. The two of you made a promise, a promise that you would never be apart and forever be together. After all the two of you were each other's only friends, it would be sad to part ways.

However, the monster under your bed was not satisfied with its small home. More so as time flew and it watched you.

After a year or two, he disappeared. As a child, you didn't understand why he disappeared, but even as you grew old you still didn't know. It hurt that he your only friend left, you cried at night feeling so lonely as each night you realize that he wasn't there after calling him for so long.

Years past... now you wondered if they were dreams?

A nightmare? or maybe an imaginary friend you weren't sure. You were always so scared of what was under your bed and have many times refused to look under.

Before it was out of fear of monsters, later, it was a refusal to see that maybe your friend had really abandoned you. It was later when you matured a little, did you look down, a sudden impulse if that monster was really there, but all you saw were accumulated dust and nothing else.

You thought that everything was the past last. Some point even have forgotten about your friend forced to look at reality as you watched your parents look for someone suitable to marry you off. It was never the person that they looked at, but the contracts and offers in exchange for your life.

But that monster never forgot about you.

Your heart thundered in fear when you heard the servants tell you that a famous duke has come to the ball that your family held. That frightening man has come to the ball where your parents planned to look for a partner for you.

There were many rumors floating about the duke, a cold, cruel man who could kill even his own people the moment they betrayed him. Unkind to the helpless and weak, he was known to look down at even nobles as he locked himself within the confines of his own castle in a land covered in blizzards and harsh weather.

You watched your parents look at the duke in shock and horror, unable to steel their nerves. The ambiance of the rich chatting away and the music from the orchestra silenced like a flickered flame as if the world around them froze, brought by nonother than the heavy steps of that man as everybody cautiously watched his next move.

It was like the sea parted, the people taking steps back to avoid being in the path of that man. You were right in the middle, unable to follow the crowd hiding away from this fearful man. No one dared to utter a single word to him for fear that he would be offended and cut their tongue off. Tall or short, whether you were wearing heels or not, you felt nothing but an insignificant frightened mouse in front of this man.

People wondered how you received the attention of this fearful duke. What would be your fate when no one dared to say no to him. Not even the most prideful nor the most greedy. For their so-called important pride was not worth what the man could cause.

You were essentially sold off to your childhood friend. Tho some would say it was saved, you didn't want this.

On your ring finger, a thin ring made out of gold sparkled under the moonlight as you watched the snow fall outside from the window. Cold the room was till the maids placed more wood on the fireplace yet even its light didn't reach the corners of the room still cold and dark.

There was nothing here. Nothing lived within this castle except you. You were but a doll for him to keep in his castle like cage he made just for you.

The soft yet heavy steps drew closer towards you, yet you continued to look outside tired even when he touched the fringes of your hair. "You have been sitting here all this time... Come out with me to the garden."

Silently, you turned and looked back at the monster that brought you here.

Faceless, just as the maids who came to bring you food and necessities, you knew there was no face behind that helmet of his. Nothing but a monster that you once befriended long ago when you were young. The shadow of the man reached you with cold hands and held your cheeks gently, moving your head. His own face came closer to you. No matter how many times you hoped to see one, even if you knew, you could see no face, nor human skin from the small opening from his mask.

The monster under your bed was unsatisfied and left coming back with a cage to keep the love he cherished to be with forever. With a stolen name, a ring, and hiding under a lonesome castle, he kept you alone in his cage, for him forever.

[yanderes-galore]

yandere dottore 😳 with holding the reader hostage as a lab rat.

I am not too familiar with a lot of the Harbingers so I will keep this as HCs for now before I try any short with him. I researched him the best I could, so I hope my HCs are in character.

Yandere! Il Dottore with Kidnapped! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Human experimentation, Can Dottore be a trigger warning?, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Restraints, Worship yandere mentions, Mind break, Forced affection, Forced "relationship".

Ill Dottore is one of the most unnerving/terrifying yanderes to cover.

Especially in this context.

A man who does human experiments (on children, too), murder, and many other crimes.

He feels like one of the most evil characters in Genshin.

It most likely is so far.

He thrives off experiments, you are no different.

There's no doubt in my mind Dottore uses his obsession as fodder for his experiments.

He claims you're near perfect and that he simply must perfect you.

Is it really that much of a surprise he'd kidnap you?

In fact, Dottore may just kidnap you first before his obsession fully settles in.

Dottore causes psychological damage to his patients most of the time after his experiments.

He's a man obsessed with godly perfection.

That can be seen towards his darling.

Most of your encounters with Dottore involve chains, dark rooms, and needles.

Dottore's darling is indeed treated like a lab rat.

But they are his favorite.

Whenever he approaches your cell he always wears a grin.

You never see his face, always greeted with a cryptic mask to hide your captor.

His title drips irony, he does no healing to you.

He plays off his experiments as ways to show his love.

He treats you with soft touches right before trying a new resource on you.

Before long you'll be on the verge of breaking when his obsession fully hits.

Soon after another painful test, he praises you with a kiss on your skin or lips.

He praises you verbally when you show results.

At times he seems to worship you, complimenting you as he tests you.

You are Dottore's most precious experiment.

In his eyes his tests have made you better.

You were so weak without him, now look at you?

You are perfect in his eyes.

Or maybe not quite perfect... there can always be improvements, right?

Even when your mind falters and you start to break due to his actions, Dottore still treats you the same.

He teaches you to obediently reciprocate his actions, to kiss back and let him hold you.

He still experiments on you, he still keeps those dreaded chains on you right up until you break.

When you break you're given a better room.

Dottore is the only man you see, the only person you see.

According to him, you and him are romantic partners.

By this point the thought doesn't shock you.

You just keep thinking of the experiments.

Even when he explains his "adoration" for you, you can barely think on it.

His warmer touches feel numb to you, you don't even care where he kisses anymore.

Dottore and his experiments are all you know now...

What even was your life outside anymore?

All you should care about is Dottore, the doctor who's perfecting you...

He's the only one who "loves" you... that's what he tells you, after all.

[blzzrdstryr]

Yandere!Harbingers having a celebrity darling

Request:Could i have yandere harbingers having a world wide famous celebrity reader whos like a model or an actor, would they still allow them to continue their career? Would they forcibly put an end to it? Which ones can be convinced? Thx!

One thing we have to consider is that while harbingers wield a lot of power, both political and physical, they still serve Tsaritsa and have to answer to her. The decision to kidnap/let Darling be free is not solely theirs to take, if Cryo archon decides that it's too risky and the consequence of your disappearance will be too dire for Snezhnaya, she will order them to stay put. Now yanderes would have to either obey her and stay in good graces or disobey, defect the Fatui and lose all the resources the organization has provided.

Tartaglia is conflicted about it. On one hand, you're so weak and frail, no match for a regular soldier, not to mention some opponents he has faced off in his life. He's well aware of how easy it is to kill someone, and he wants to protect you from that. On the other hand, Childe wants you to be seen with him, wants public to be aware that their darling celebrity is taken by none other than him.

He also wants you to introduce you to his family and it would be very hard to explain to them why he's engaged to the newly missing worldwide famous name.

If Tsaritsa would order him to stop his pursuit he would. It wouldn't be easy, but he would obey.

Arlecchino is hard to pin down. She is possessive, she gets jealous when she thinks of the way that other people look at you and she knows that she's not the only one to have lustful thoughts about you. It all drives her insane, and she wants to hide you away from the prying eyes, but her mind stops her.

She didn't make it to where she is now by being impulsive and while the urge to take you is there, she knows how hazardous attention can be and kidnapping you is nothing but asking for said kind of attention.

She also won't be seen with you in public, as she prefers to observe from the shadow, even if she wants to snap the necks of your fans most of the time.

Columbina entertains the thought of your kidnapping from time to time, yet doesn't plan on acting on it any time soon. Columbina knows how tiring and lonely it must be being a celebrity so she doesn't need to do much, but earn your trust and become your solace.

What Columbina will do is keep away some of your more obsessive fans - she doesn't like the exerting herself, but some things just need to be done, like ensuring that you're a little bit safer.

Sandrone is one of the more unpredictable yanderes, as even her colleagues have trouble discerning next moves. She might be seen agreeable and calm and ready to back off the second Tsaritsa even hints her displeasure at Sandrone's "courting", but still waters run deep and she's not new to the game of subterfuge.

She will look at you obsessively: pictures and videos taken with the fancy Fontaine cameras, listen to the recordings of your voice, consume allof that, until your picture is stuck carved inside her brain, and once it's done she will start creating.

Making a life-like doll is an arduous process, but Sandrone is one of, if not the most skilled puppeteer in Teyvat and it's not her first time. She will create the perfect replica of you, down to the minute detail, so much so, that even your closest people won't suspect the replacement.

Il Dottore is very much similar to Sandrone in this regard - he's hard to read and his motives are unclear. He's loyal to Tsaritsa as much as she's willing to fund his research, but that's about it.

Nonetheless, Zandik won't risk his positions and all that provides him, unless there's not much perks to being a Harbinger anymore, then he's ready to bolt and kidnap you on the way.

What Dottore will do otherwise is also similar to Sandrone, but while Sandrone willbe satisfied with one life-like copy of you, he will go further and decide to make more of you, all in different stages of life. Dottore's obsession is more clinical and detached - he wants to observe and examine you, like some insect under magnifying glass, so he will subject your clones to different scenarios going from mundane tasks to some extreme lifie-or-day situations.

He's also least likely to kidnap his Darling in this case, as the clones satisfy him for now.

Pantalone has cool head on his shoulders and even colder heart. He feels pangs of jealousy at the knowledge of others looking at you, but he won't act on them. He's a good businessman and is acutely aware of how destructive notoriety can be.

He won't kidnap you, or force you to be with him, not directly or right away anyway. He'll decide to become your benefactor, while sending some of his attendants and spies to sabotage your business deals.

Soon enough he will become your sole sponsor, which will give him the right to demand something more from you.

[beloveds-embrace]

╰┈➤ A Harbinger’s Claim

Spoilers for 5.1 Archon Quest, yandere capitano x reader

yan!capi x soldier!reader who used to idolize/adore him? 👀

Specifically, you used to be a black serpent knight who worked under him. From the very first day you met him, you could not help but admire him; such a strong, powerful man- worthy of being a commander, worthy of being loved and respected. Your crush on him, your own commander, had been visible to any and all that cared to look. And that included even him, as well. 

Though he never quite returned your feelings. all of your attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Your commander did not care for romance, and did not care for you beyond you being a knight under his command. Still, you persisted and tried your best again and again to earn his praise and affection- through always training, keeping spare food from your own rations for him, willing to do any and all tasks. 

And then, Khaenri'ah falls, and you get injured and cursed to a painful immortality. It's devastating, it's cruel and painful and you end up separating from your group, including your commander- never knowing what happens to him.  

Five hundred years pass in resentment and bitterness, then a bone-deep exhaustion and now... 

The wind howls over the desolate, forgotten battlefield, carrying with it memories of long-lost battles and fallen comrades. You stand among the remnants, staring at the tattered banner of a past era. The centuries have been cruel, not just to the land, but to you. You don't know why you came back here, yet you can't bring yourself to leave just yet. 

Your legs ache- a dull, persistent pain that has been your constant companion for centuries. The curse has worn you down, body and soul, until all that remains is a tired will to survive. You sigh and shift your weight, leaning heavily on the stone slab you were using to remain upright. There’s little left to fight for now. Just a hollow existence.

Then, you feel it- the heavy presence of someone behind you. It’s not the first time you’ve felt a presence like this, and for a brief moment, a flicker of recognition stirs in your chest. You turn slowly, your body heavy with exhaustion, and there he is. Once, he'd been your commander. Now, he is a Fatui Harbinger.

Capitano.

The man you once idolized, the commander you adored. But that was so long ago, so distant it feels like another lifetime. Now, the sight of him- tall, imposing, clad in the black armor- stirs nothing inside you but weariness. His mask is as dark and unreadable as the void, hiding every part of his face, giving no hint of the man beneath. The commander you knew is long gone, replaced by this Harbinger, cold and unrelenting. Even if certain traits still exist within him.

“You’ve come back,” you murmur, your voice barely louder than the wind.

His head tilts ever so slightly, the black mask making it impossible to see his eyes. Yet you can feel his gaze locked on you, weighing you down even more. Once, you would have given everything for such attention.

“I’ve come to claim you.” he replies, his voice deep and resonating from behind the mask. The sound of it is steady, almost indifferent, yet it carries an unsettling weight of finality. 

You don’t move, don’t resist. The fatigue that has plagued you for centuries sinks deeper into your bones. “Claim me?” you echo softly,  chuckling. “What’s left to claim, Capitano? There’s nothing here anymore. I hold no adoration for you anymore."

The mask remains still, impenetrable, yet his presence grows more suffocating as he steps closer. “You were always mine,” he says quiet yet resolute. “And you still are.”

You sigh, not out of fear, but of sheer exhaustion. The energy to fight him, to resist, just isn’t there anymore. “I’m not the same soldier I used to be, commander. That person’s long gone. You should leave me here, where I belong.”

But Capitano doesn’t leave. Instead, his gloved hand reaches out and grips your wrist, firm but not painful. You don’t pull away. You simply look at him, weary and resigned, watching as he brings out a ring, dark as his armor. You don’t ask why—your mind too clouded with fatigue to even care.

He slides the ring onto your finger, his voice low and steady. “This is your place, with me. You’ve wandered for too long.”

You look down at the ring. It's cold. “It’s been centuries, Capitano,” you say, your voice a whisper. “Do you really still think I belong to you?”

He pulls you closer, until you’re pressed against his chestplate, the harsh cold of his armor making you shiver. His masked face hovers above yours, unreadable, but his grip is firm, unyielding. “I never stopped thinking it,” he murmurs, voice deep and possessive. “You admired me once- more than anyone. That devotion is mine to keep.”

You don’t fight him. You can’t. The years have taken too much out of you. “That was a lifetime ago,” you sigh, resting your head lightly against his armor. “I’m not sure I even know who you are anymore.”

“Then I’ll remind you,” he says, his voice soft but filled with dark certainty. “You will stay with me. We will be wed, and you will never be alone again. Your suffering ends with me.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, letting the heavy weariness wash over you. Part of you wants to resist, to push him away. But the truth is, you’re tired- so tired. The centuries of pain and solitude have worn you down to the point where even the idea of fighting feels like too much. Capitano’s grip is cold, but it’s steady, and in that moment, you almost feel… relieved. You don’t want to admit it, but the thought of someone else taking control, of someone else carrying the weight you’ve been shouldering alone, is tempting. Especially if it's him.

“Is this really what you want?” you ask, though you already know his answer.

His arms tighten around you, drawing you in even closer. “It’s not just what I want,” he says, voice low. Unbending. “It’s what will be.”

He lifts you into his arms with ease, your body too tired to struggle, too worn to protest. You glance up at the dark mask once more, seeing nothing but the void where his face should be. And yet, for the first time in what feels like ages, you don’t feel completely alone.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“Snezhnaya,” he answers, his tone firm and absolute. “My home. Where you belong.”

You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his chest, your body going limp in his hold. “I’m too tired to fight you, Capitano. I don’t think I care anymore.”

His response is unwavering. “You won’t need to fight. You’ll be with me now. I’ll take care of you.”

As he begins to walk, each step echoing the finality of your fate, you close your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion. The world around you fades, and all you can feel is his steady, unrelenting presence. The future, dark and uncertain, is no longer your burden to bear. So what if your freedom is to be taken away?

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you murmur faintly.

“I do,” Capitano replies, his masked face tilting down toward you, his voice calm yet possessive. If he holds you any tighter, the claws of his armor would dig into your skin. “You’re mine. That is all you need.”

And as the cold winds of the battlefield sweep behind you, you let go of whatever fight you had left.

Part 2

[neuvilletteswife4ever]

So I have sent a request in the queue right now, but I have another (possibly good) idea:

Gender neutral reader, but they're sadistic and able to escape and elude the Harbingers for prolonged periods

They leave little notes behind that mock them and the Tsaritsa, all the while leaking their secrets; they effectively toy with Harbingers and constantly remind them of their weaknesses and soft spots (i.e. Childe and his family, Arlecchino and the House of the Hearth, etc.)

Of course, they'll get caught eventually (and probably receive the ass-beating of a lifetime), but they never learn and soon they'll subsequently escape again

Eventually the Harbingers seemingly finally have enough and attempt to keep the reader in their grasp forever...

...only to find them dead via head smashing by some sort of heavy object

WOAHH I LOVE THIS WTF???

Warnings: Escaping, sadistic, humiliation, kidnapping.

YANDERE FATUI HARBINGERS X READER

It had been a week since you had escaped and the Fatui Harbingers were already going insane. How could YOU escape from them? Your entire purpose is meant to be with them and obey!

After having all of your loved ones killed, tortured, kidnapped you couldn't be with them anymore.

SOMEHOW you found a key to unlock the chain on your ankle, Arlecchino had forgotten it due to an emergency at the house of the hearth.

It was probably the biggest news on Teyvat that you had escaped. Your "bounty" (I think that's what it's called) was 10 million mora.

Gosh...and obviously, you couldn't go outside because of the people looking for you. Who wouldn't want to be get such a large amount of mora AND be noticed by the Fatui Harbingers? It's a one in a life time opportunity!

However, after being tortured for so long, it seemed like you were a new person. A complete new person from when they had kidnapped you. You became sadistic, you had a weird kind of PLEASURE in seeing others in pain, distress, humiliation. While you did think it was weird at first, you kept seeing Dottore (when you were still kidnapped and in their grasp, the Fatui Harbingers would always take you with them because you weren't allowed to be alone) in the lab TORTURING and HUMILIATING his test subjects. So, you learned that it wasn't THAT weird. We all have our weird fetishes, RIGHT?

To make the Fatui Harbingers more in distress, to torture them, you decided to MOCK them and humiliate them even more.

When you were with the Fatui Harbingers, Pantalone gave you his money (because he's rich) to spend. He wanted to spend money on his darling, to spoil them, in an attempt to gain their trust. That NEVER worked.

So you had leftover mora to buy food, clothes in an attempt to disguise yourself, and lastly, hire a person who can deliver letters for you.

You were staying in an old cabin in the snowy woods of Shneznaya.

The first letter sent was for the house of the hearth. Reminding them how EVIL their "Father" was, and that they shouldn't trust her.

The second letter was for Tartaglia's siblings, Tuecer, Tonia and Anthon. Telling them how "Evil" Ajax was, their brother, rather known as Tartaglia, the Eleventh Ranked Fatui Harbinger.

The third letter was for Scaramouche, mocking him of how utterly pathetic he was. Telling him that it was so embarassing to hear that the Electro Archon, his own mother abandoned him. Absolutely humiliating the shit out of him.

More and more letters came, you knew how stressed and humiliated they were. How hurt they were.

Arlecchino found out about the letter that you sent and she was FURIOUS. How could you possibly try and get the House Of The Hearth to go against her? Their own Father!

As for Tartaglia, he was not pleased to hear about this letter.

You found a weird sense of joy in their humiliation, pain and hurting their feelings.

But little did you know that all the pain would come back to YOU...

(ill continue this soon)

[aluraveil]

What Goes Around, Comes Around

Sypnosis: Pantalone gets back at his childhood bully (aka you, the Reader).

TW: Massive warning for bullying, talks of poverty, forced relationships, abuse of power, unhealthy power dynamics, etc.

Pairing: Yandere Pantalone x Reader

-

There’s an old saying that what goes around, comes back around eventually.

You on the other hand, never cared too much about that saying.

Growing up a child from an extremely wealthy family meant that you had no worries about the consequences of your actions. If you ever messed up badly, it could all be erased with just one snap of your finger with the power of mora. Mora was everything in the world of Teyvat, there was nothing you couldn’t achieve without it.

You also never had to worry about when your next meal would be coming from, or if you would even eat at all the next day. In fact, you were so carefree in your life and you did what normal children would do. You would love to play outside and especially at a local playground near the town park.

However, you couldn’t say the same for a certain boy you would often run into on the playground.

The boy liked so malnourished that you could practically see his bones. His clothes were nothing but old, dirty rags. His hair was extremely disheveled and his skin was covered in scratches and dirt. The boy looks like he hadn’t eaten in days. You’d often notice the boy sitting on a wooden log staring at the ground.

Naturally the boy was an easy target for you and your two other playground friends to pick on. He didn’t have anything, while your family could give you the whole world if you simply asked. The three of you would torment that boy every single day. You all would often make fun of the way he dressed. One day, you actually learned the kids name which was Pantalone. Of course, you picked on his name as well.

“Your names Pantalone? It sounds like Pants! How funny considering the fact that you can’t even afford a pair of pants.”

It was the same torment every single day for the boy named Pantalone. He was destitute and living in poverty. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. He was suffering so many hardships and your friends picking on him didn’t make his situation any better.

When Pantalone managed to find a meal for himself to eat, he would often sit on the same wooden log to enjoy the food. He made sure to come to the playground at a time when you and your friends weren’t nearby. But oh boy, that’s what you and your friends were waiting for.

One of your friends decided to go up to the boy and immediately snatched his food out of his hands. In one swift motion, it was tossed into the trash can nearby. The look on Pantalone’s face was absolutely princely as he was shocked and he looked incredibly sad. You and your group found this hilarious as you both were hunched over on the grass snickering uncontrollably.

“Did you see the look on his face?”

“Yes, it was absolutely hilarious!” You replied gasping for air.

Everyday was the same torment for Pantalone. He would sit on the wooden log because he had no where else to go. And each and every single day, he would be ridiculed by your friend group. It was a whole routine for you guys. You would wake up in the morning, eat breakfast, play at the park with your friends, and relentlessly bully the poor kid.

However, your daily routine would eventually come to a close. Over the course of the next few months, you watched as your family’s business did worse and worse and gradually was close to being bankrupt. Your parents were exposed for fraud and their shady dealings. You watched as your lavish empire crumbled slowly and slowly, until there was nothing left. You could only sit in silence whenever your parents would have loud arguments about money troubles. You were a spoiled kid who was finally being shown the true reality of this world.

All of your expensive clothes and jewelry had to be pawned or sold off to scrap every last bit of mora they could get. Soon, your family was forced to sell their large house to move to an extremely cramped one with barely any space. You no longer could afford the once extravagant lifestyle you once knew. You were beyond sad, and most of all, you stopped visiting the playground out of embarrassment of the way that things in your life had turned out. Over the next few years, you lived in extreme poverty and most of the times, your family couldn’t afford a meal. Pantalone’s destitute reality was slowly becoming yours, and it was ironic how you picked on him for being poor while you were now living in the same conditions. You spent every last day feeling tormented over your immature behavior for bullying an innocent kid. You felt embarrassed and extremely ashamed of your actions.

You would soon spend the rest of your childhood living in poverty. Your family’s business never healed from the damage to their reputation and it was way too hard to recover from a drastic downfall like that one. It was also difficult to find work as well because most jobs weren’t even hiring, and they barely paid enough to buy your family a meal.

You head out to town one day searching for job applications when you notice a listing looking for maids to work for the Fatui.

Wait the fatui? You dig deep back into your memories as you’ve heard many things about the fatui from passing about the 11 fatui harbingers and how they’re notorious for being extremely dangerous criminals. Trying to work as a maid for them is equivalent to asking for a death sentence. But you checked the yearly pay and it was almost double the previous job posting you saw. It wasn’t quite enough to buy your family a meal everyday, but you could at least guarantee that you’d eat every other day. But your life could be in danger. What’s the point of even eating a meal every other day when you’re constantly fearing for your life in the fatui? But what other choice did you have? At the very least, you could guarantee that if you somehow died, you’d be one less mouth to feed and one less burden to your family.

And like the desperate person you were, you mailed your application to the mailing address and showed up for the job interview once you were accepted.

-

You didn’t expect the location to be a giant mansion. You stared in awe as you saw the beautiful fountain in the front lawn and the numerous gardeners taking care of the plants. It reminded you of your past life, and you couldn’t help but feel an eerily empty feeling in your heart. You were staring at your past life while wearing the dirty rags of your new life and you wanted to know if this would still be your life if things hadn’t gone south with your family business.

”A mansion..” You whispered quietly with your mouth wide open.

Suddenly, a woman walks up next to you, startling you a bit. “Hello Miss. Are you here for the job interview?” She asked politely but with a monotone voice.

“If so, please let me lead the way.” You nodded your head and you began to follow her inside the mansion.

You passed by many long hallways and you saw the hundreds of other maids all working, cleaning, sweeping, and tidying the mansion. None of the other maids even spared you a single glance as they were so involved in their work. You couldn’t help but think about how you used to be the one in charge of these maids back in your old life. You couldn’t help but shed a tear from these painful memories.

“The Lord Regrator’s office is right here. Please knock before entering. Best of luck to you.” The woman explained with a cold voice, you could tell she didn’t mean the last part. She sounded as if she said it out of habit and didn’t mean it. Nonetheless you shrugged it off because hey? Why should it bother you.

You knocked. The next couple of seconds that followed felt like an eternity. You don’t hear anything.

You knock for the second time, and finally you hear a “come in”.

You were instantly greeted with a man sitting at his desk surrounded by a lit candle and paperwork. You had to admit, the man was pretty attractive and you could tell that he was dressed in the latest fashion trends. He had long black hair, a signature white harbinger coat, and his glasses remained perched on top of his nose.

The Regrator looked up from his papers and smiled at you, “please take a seat.”

You felt extremely uneasy as you felt his gaze in you as you walked over. It felt pretty awkward and the atmosphere was uncomfortable. You could tell that things were pretty tense.

“I’m not going to waste your time by boring you, but to simply put it, I can’t hire you.” The Regrator said sternly and his warm expression turned into that of a dull one.

“..Huh? Why?” You stammered out confused. You came all the way here just for him to tell you that?

“Simply put, your clothes look filthy and you don’t quite deserve to work under me.” He said sternly.

What the actual fuck? Did he just.. say that to you? You were quite shocked and it took you a minute to even say something in reply.

“Please! I really need this job. I’ll do anything!” You desperately begged, “I don’t have a job and I need one badly.”

“You are so adorable begging me like that.” The Regrator looked at you with a dark look in his eye. “Oh how the tables have turned.”

Geez what a creep. What’s he’s even talking about now?

“I can tell by your expression you’re very confused by what I mean by the last part.” He continued,

“Say, do you remember a place known as Liyuen Park?”

You froze. The mention of that playground was enough to bring back all the horrible memories. You instantly thought of the boy you bullied and your old friends. Time seemed to stop for a moment as you replayed the memories over and over again in your head. Wait.. could it be?..

“Pantalone?”

“Right on the jackpot sweetheart.”

Oh Archons. The embarrassment that you feel right now got even worse. You wanted to dig a deep hole and crawl into it.

The power gap between you and Pantalone couldn’t get any bigger. You, the one living in poverty while Pantalone lived in luxury.

You instantly knew that you were so fucked. You were not only messing with Pantalone, but a fatui harbinger too.

“I’m so sorry-“ You were interrupted before you could finish your rambling.

“I don’t need your apologies darling,” Pantalone replied sweetly. “I hope you realize the dangerous situation you are in right now. I’m gonna make your life a living hell, and that’s a promise.” He said with a crazy glint in his eyes.

“Anyways, I was only playing with you. You’re officially hired and you start tomorrow.” Pantalone said with a smile, “Oh and we’re gonna have a lot of fun together too.”

“You’re dismissed.” He went back to his paperwork indicating that the conversation was over.

You gulped and walked out of the office. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You met the boy you bullied and turns out he’s your new boss now?

You walked home in silence as fear creeped inside your veins and clouded your mind.

Now you were really starting to understand the inevitable consequences of your actions and how your past deeds eventually caught up to you.

Afterall, what goes around comes around.

-

[ataraxiaspainting]

Aria.

Yan Capitano x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You and Capitano used to clash when collision inevitably occurred, but now he stands alone atop a world where not even a single flower can bloom.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship/kidnapping(?), and mind break(?).

Word Count: 500.

this concept was inspired by the song aria by jung jin woo! it's definitely one of my new favorites! <3 english lyrics here! <3

*~*~*~*

“Don’t you wish to leave your chair just for a moment?”

Capitano didn’t mean to make you flinch with his displeased tone, but you did anyhow. For what feels like all afternoon and well into the night, you had stayed essentially glued to a stool near one of the refreshment and appetizer tables. No matter who talked to you – to be fair, it was only Capitano and a servant of his asking if you were under the weather – you didn’t budge. You hadn’t eaten or drunk anything either, despite your chosen throne at this ball, your husband prepared for his political allies.

When consumed by fear, people often don’t consume until it passes.

For what felt like forever Capitano had kept on asking you for a dance. You kept declining his offer the only way you do now – by not doing anything at all like you were a statue or an unfinished replica of who you used to be. As bright as the marigolds that are present everywhere on Mondstadt’s lush plains, you smiled at everyone; including him. Sure it was out of mere politeness in his case, but it was certainly more than enough for him to fall so hard for you that he made a deal with your village elder just a few days later. You cried at first. Then hatred came. After that mellowed out because of your exhaustion from countless failed escape attempts, you look hollow.

Capitano misses the beautiful summer that balanced him out so well.

The warmth of the sun. The embrace of winds littered with flower petals.

You’re like him now – a scarred, broken shell of a human who only follows orders to survive; not that Capitano would ever hurt you.

Everyone has left aside from the cleanup staff and you two. 

Capitano still has his hand outstretched to you as he had offered it more than twenty times in the span of about eight hours.

“Is there…” He mutters, his voice almost being overshadowed by the sound of sweeping from just a few steps away. When he raises his other hand, the maid gets the quiet message and stops. “Is there… anything I can do to get you back? Back to how you were?”

“Apologize,” You respond at long last, your voice all haggard and cold. You didn’t use it very often anymore, after all. Aside from crying into your pillow, that is. “Apologize for what you did to me.”

“I…” Your husband’s voice is nearly identical to yours now but for different reasons. It has been a long time since he had to fight back against the urge to weep a river. “You know I can’t do that, [First].”

You smile. It isn’t a good smile at all. It isn’t similar to the one you gave him that fateful summer day at all. 

“I will continue to hate you then. Until my last breath.”

[m1sa-w1sa]

Can you do a yandere Arlecchino with reader who works at the orphanage and is avoiding Arlecchino due the rumors about her?

(Okie dokie! Hope you enjoy!! ^^)

I know you see me dear..

•When you first started working you were trained by arlecchino surprisingly, she took a liking to you overtime it became worse and worse, yet you didnt mind it until all the rumors came out you got scared of arlecchino so you stop trining with her that often you started to ask other workers that were here longer for advise as anytime Arlecchino made small talk with you, you would make it even smaller

“Why are you ignoring me my dear..?”

•You freeze, you know that voice far to well you turned around as you would make up a excuse that you were just busy with the kids and chores! Thats all, the more you avoid Arlecchino the more obsessive and possessive towards you

•Soon arlecchino got tierd of it so she planed to kidnap you, finding the perfect times to just swoop you away from everyone else so no one will see, after weeks you were finally alone sweeping the floors so she had a cloth with sleeping medicine swiftly going behind you putting the close over her face trying to hold your breath as long as you could but soon you breathed it in, passing out

“Sh..Sh.. Its okay My dear we will be home soon”

[mrlidocaine]

Okay so hear me out on the hybrid au with Pantalone.

•you're a wild hybrid, say a snow leopard or a fox or sorts, something with white fur and a pretty appearance that lives in the snowy landscapes of Snezhnaya. You're chasing your meal as you crash into a Fatui camp. Pantalone is there, watching as you tumble into his tent

•His subordinates quickly stand to apprehend you, wild hybrids still a threat, especially predatory ones

•As the soldiers discuss which dealer to sell you too, the harbinger steps forward to say it won't be necessary. He'll keep you as his own

•You're whisked away to the palace and he commands some servants to bathe you, you're filthy and grimy from living in the wild your whole life. The servants get through it with only minor injuries

•Eventually you're clean and dry, your nails trimmed and tail and ears brushed out as you're sat in Pantalones room, near defenceless now

•You fit in beautifully, your soft white fur a contrast to his darkly coloured decorations, everything expensive and clean

•He's definitely got some manners and some English to teach you, but for now he's content watching you wonder why your claws are gone

[mayullla]

Title: Forever a Lost Heart

Character(s): Pantalone (Genshin Impact) Summary: Pantalone came back home after a long time to find his lovely wife sleeping soundly. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, not really Stockholm syndrome but reader has given up for a long time now, imprisonment, forced marriage

Note: .....*also confused* why did I delete the previous ask a long time ago T-T I apologize i am not the best at explaining back then (even now tbf ;-;)... but anyway still hope you like this lil fic! I am really happy with this one! Also had to repost this cause i made a huge mistake in deleting the original TvT yeahhhh sorry about that...

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

It wasn't a marriage out of love. Your parents were so blinded by money, and fame forced you to marry a harbinger when he had given them a certain offer for a more luxurious life in exchange for their lovely daughter.

You.

You felt nothing more than cattle in the market, sold by your "owners," and in the next moment in the hands of someone else. Except this one was dressed it as if it was something romantic.

"Dear, how was your sleep?" Your eyes fluttered open at the voice as you looked around the dark room. Sleep still in your eyes. You forced yourself to wake up, using your arms to push yourself from the soft fabric of the bed. "You are back?" It wasn't supposed to sound like a question.

You didn't think he would come back so soon.

It has been a few days since he left, busy when the Tsaritsa summoned him for something related to one of the harbingers. "You don't sound all that please dear." It wasn't a question, as Pantalone placed a hand on your face. His gloved hand felt cold and lifeless to your cheek.

You shook your head, denying his words. Moving your hands to hold his as you lean more into his palm, closing your eyes as if comforted by his presence. "No. I am glad you are back..."

"How sweet of my love."

Yet hidden within your heart, he was correct. You didn't miss him, for the days when he was away were like a paradise for you. An empty and hollow paradise but still a paradise away from something that wanted to eat you whole. You hummed on his hand, a soft smile on your lips.

"Hmmm... you are such a doll, dear. So compliant." Pantalone chuckled, rubbing his thumb lightly on your cheek. "Did you watch over the mansion while I was away?" You nodded again. It was something that kept your mind away from the feeling of hopelessness and away from any punishments.

"Yes, I did."

"What else did you do while I was away? Did you get the gifts that I sent to you? I bought the most beautiful dresses and gems that would match your beauty. Thought nothing really is beautiful as my dove." Reminded of the boxes that the servants brought you nodded. Expensive jewels and dresses, shoes, and handbags, he had sent you many things, some of which you personally liked.

But all still useless things, they are nothing but stones and clothes, something that could never truly give you what you really wanted.

"You shouldn't lie, my dear." Ah, it seems that you didn't watch your face... it was your mistake after all you just woke up still tired from your sleep. You didn't realize your mistake until it was too late when he held your cheeks to make you look at him with such softness when his eyes had none.

"A wife should never lie to her husband, nor should she. You were always a great actress. Many outside this mansion believe that you truly love me. And quite a few misunderstood your sadness as loneliness away from her husband." His voice was sharp as he forced your face closer to his. You stared at his eyes, your own widening startled a little before returning back.

It wasn't a surprise at all that he knew. He was just too smart, for things to be kept simple.

"Were you planning on running away, dear? When I finally have my guard down around you, you could finally sneak away from me?" He innocently asked, as if he was he was accusing you. Staying still for a moment, looking down then to his eyes as you held on his wrist with a light touch, you shook your head. Well, as much as you could.

No, it wasn't like that... You had long given up ever escaping what faith had given you ever since you were born. A puppet created by your parents you were just handed over to another who could control your strings just as well.

It was something that came easy to you somehow... even if you wanted that freedom, the fear of what would happen when you stepped outside your boundary shook your heart. You didn't love your husband, but his obsession was far better than the love your parents showed to you.

"I am sorry... I just... I just feel lonely." You told him softly.

You were tired of being a doll, yet you hesitate to go out unable to find the courage to do so. If this was something of a healthy relationship maybe you could have changed for the better, but alas you didn't even have that when you were kissed by the side of your forehead by the man who softly held your face again.

"It seems that I was the reason that you have become like this. I am sorry to have left you alone for so long because of work, you have waited so patiently for me. Thank you, dear." Taking your hand, he kissed the back of your hand, the lingering warmth still there even after his lips parted away.

Your husband always knew how to twist things to his liking, how your words were twisted to his own pleasure.

"The Tsaritsa had asked me to head to Monstade soon after some rest, for some dealing over there. I wish to take you with me. My dear has been lonely for so long that it is only proper that we have some time together." Pantalone expression never changed as he rubbed your cheeks gently, his other hand holding yours. "Is there something you wished to do there, dear?"

Your eyes widen just a small bit at his words. Surprised that he was offering you finally to go out while you knew that you would never be able to leave his sight the idea of finally being able to leave the window as you watch the snow fall every minute made your heart light with hope. It was a foreign feeling something that Pantalone definitely noticed when his own smile widened just a little bit more.

Moving your hands as you took his that was holding yours, you moved it to your cheek, rubbing it affectionately as you kissed the back of his hand. "Yes... That would be lovely."

"I see that my sweetheart wishes to join me. I will have the preparations done and make it so that you will have a comfortable ride to Monstade." Pantalone stated as he watched your affections, finding it so amusing.

"It has been far too long since we have been in each other company outside. The last one was the honeymoon trip to Fontaine, but we didn't even do much then." Pantalone mumbled, a small smile gracing his lips again when an idea popped into his head, "Yes... let's do that."

You closed your eyes when he started combing your hair, uncaring to what he had in plan. His hand was gentle with you hair, as you dreamed about the dandelions and sunny skies.