#yandere dainsleif/reader

[shizuturnspages]

Can I make a request about a reader who is an ocean?? Basically it would be impossible to catch, yandere Wanderer, Childe, neuvillette, dainsleif, Albedo, kaeya and diluc?

Reader could be transformed into water and put into faucets or pipes. xDdxxxxxsgagsgsgagga

Slipping Through Their Fingers

Synopsis: They could try. They could rage, mourn, chase, and plead. But you were the ocean. You could not be held, could not be kept. You were everywhere and nowhere—a fleeting presence, a whisper in the waves, a lover that always slipped away before morning. And no matter how hard they tried— They would never catch you. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere! Wanderer, Childe, Neuvillette, Dainsleif, Albedo, Kaeya, Diluc x Ocean! Reader

Wanderer – The Storm’s Fury

“You think you can just disappear?”

Wanderer’s voice was sharp, barely restrained fury woven into every syllable. He had cornered you near a quiet village, where you had taken the form of a shimmering tide beneath the moonlight. His hands grasped at nothing—his fingers cut through you, but you only rippled, laughing as you reformed beyond his reach.

A curse hissed through his teeth. His hat cast a long shadow, eyes burning with something darker than mere frustration.

“I don’t need to hold you,” he seethed, electricity crackling at his fingertips. “I just need to stop you.”

A storm raged above. He would summon winds, lightning, anything to turn the tides against you—but you were the tide.

The wind carried his fury, but the rain? It answered to you.

You surged forward, swirling around his legs before twisting into mist, escaping between his fingers like a ghost.

Wanderer let out a ragged breath, glaring at the sky as if demanding the heavens to undo what he could not control.

“You can’t run forever,” he warned, but there was a tremor in his voice, a quiet desperation.

Because he knew the truth—

You already had.

Childe – Drowning in Obsession

Childe was relentless. He had fought beasts of the deep, tamed the wild tides of the Abyss, but you—you were unlike anything he had ever faced.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, breathless, as you danced across the waves, your form shifting from crashing tides to gentle ripples. “I’ve never met someone like you.”

His smile was sharp, hungry, but his eyes were filled with something far worse than mere fascination.

Childe thrived in battle, in pursuit—but this wasn’t just about the chase. It was about having you.

He dove into the water, arms reaching, trying to grasp you as if sheer willpower could make the impossible real. But you were not his to hold.

The ocean swallowed him, carried him, twisted around him like a lover's embrace—then pushed him back to shore.

He sat there, panting, soaked and grinning.

“You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you?”

You swirled around his feet, forming fleeting words in the tide.

No.

Childe only laughed, shaking his head.

“I love a challenge.”

Neuvillette – The One Who Mourns You

He understood you.

Neuvillette did not chase you. He did not reach for you with desperate hands or try to claim you like the others.

Instead, he watched the rain with sorrow in his gaze, the weight of a thousand storms resting on his shoulders.

“You are not meant to be held,” he murmured one evening, standing at the edge of the Fontaine court, where the waters swirled at his feet.

His voice carried no anger, no desperation—only resignation.

The sea had always belonged to itself. And yet…

Yet he longed for you still.

When it rained, he wondered if it was your voice in the downpour. When the rivers surged, he thought perhaps you lingered there, whispering in the currents.

He could never have you.

But the water would always return to him in the end.

Even if only as rain.

Dainsleif – The One Who Remembers

Dainsleif had seen many things in his long, cursed existence.

But even he was not prepared for you.

He had met gods, monsters, beings beyond human comprehension, and yet none had eluded time itself the way you did.

He had seen you before—centuries ago, perhaps. Or was it only yesterday? Time blurred when he thought of you, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

“You were here before,” he said one evening, standing by a quiet stream. “Weren’t you?”

You did not answer.

Because you had always been here—and yet, you never stayed.

Dainsleif’s fingers curled. “I will find you again.”

You did not have the heart to tell him he already had.

Many times. Over many lifetimes.

And every time, you had slipped away.

Albedo – The One Who Seeks to Understand

Albedo was fascinated.

He did not view you as an enigma to be tamed, but rather a mystery to be understood.

“I wonder,” he mused, tracing a gloved hand along the surface of a water basin, watching as you rippled beneath his touch. “Are you bound by any physical laws?”

You swirled into a vague shape—an imitation of his own face, before melting away.

His eyes gleamed. “Fascinating.”

He did not chase you. He did not command you. Instead, he observed, scribbled notes, theorized about your existence.

And yet, for all his logic, for all his experiments, he could not answer the one question that lingered in the depths of his mind:

If you have no form, then why do I see you in my dreams?

Kaeya – The Smirking Tempest

Kaeya laughed when he first realized what you were.

“You’re joking, right?” he chuckled, swirling his drink as he leaned against the bar. “You’re telling me I fell for someone who can literally slip through my fingers?”

You rippled in amusement, your form shifting within the wine glass he held.

He smirked. “That’s just cruel.”

And yet, his eyes did not match his playful tone. There was something sharp there—something too knowing, too hungry.

Kaeya had lost many things in his life. He wasn’t about to lose you, too.

“Stay,” he murmured one evening, dipping his fingers into the cool water where you rested. “Just for a little while.”

You didn’t answer.

Because you couldn’t stay.

Not for him. Not for anyone.

Diluc – The One Who Burns

If Kaeya was amused, Diluc was furious.

“You can’t just disappear,” he snapped, fists clenched as he glared at the rippling fountain before him. “That’s not how this works.”

Fire and water did not mix. And yet, here he was, trying to hold onto something that would always slip through his grasp.

You rose from the fountain, forming into a vague silhouette, watching as the fire in his eyes wavered between rage and something softer.

Something more desperate.

“…Why won’t you stay?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You had no answer that would satisfy him.

Because water did not belong to the flames. It never had.

And it never would.

[jessamine-rose]

Crack masterlist of my Yandere Church AU ft. alternate summaries for each fic (*´ω｀*)

(To new readers, I swear the fics are darker than what the descriptions suggest :3 )

♡ Requiem for the Damned - Yandere Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling

What happens when a priest is so evil that he can put the fear of God in a demon

♡ Angel’s Tears - Yandere Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling

My Prince Charming Has No Face (legit)

♡ Red Sky at Night, Shepherd’s Delight - Yandere Priest! Arlecchino x Devotee! Darling

Arlecchino puts her darling through the five stages of gay panic

♡ Faustian Bargain - Yandere Demon! Pantalone x Contractee! Darling

How to get a pretty demon husband in ten easy steps!!

♡ Annular Eclipse - Yandere Cartaphilus! Pierro x Guardian Angel! Darling

Pierro and the Nine Circles of the Friendzone

♡ Phantom Pain - Cartaphilus! Dainsleif x Yandere Demon! Reader

Help, the demon I accidentally summoned won’t leave me alone!!

[arisewanekosuki]

Imagine that you suddenly woke up in Teyvat, the Traveler of your choice found you and took you around the nations. You met up with all the characters, all of them are surprised because “how it’s possible for you to be here?” but still, they enjoy the time they can spend with you. The characters you have in game, are more clingy in their own way. Wanting to show you around, let you taste their specialty foods, protecting you from the danger, giving you some gifts, playing cards or even teaching you, how to use their weapons. They just love being in your presence, after all, you’re the one who made them stronger. But after some time you started to miss your home. Everyone, even if they don’t want you to leave Teyvat, they know, that they can’t hold you against your will in here. They don’t want you to be sad. So they tried, for you, to find a way, how to send you back home. The Archons, scholars and alchemists, working together to find solution, while other characters are trying to comfort you and enjoy the rest of time with you until you leave. At some point, you vanished. Everyone was searching for you but then, they came to conclusion that somehow you managed to come back to your world. But why is that, that you still didn’t logged into the game? Did they do something wrong? They thought you had fun with them, so why? They were sad, not knowing that one of them know the reason why you didn't log into the game. While nobody was looking, that one character took you somewhere, where nobody can find you. They are too selfish, they can't stand the idea of you leaving their world. After all, they were the one who managed to bring you to the Teyvat.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

At Least There's One

Mostly dainsleif x gn reader (honestly could be platonic or romantic)

I don’t remember if he knows who the archons are. Possibly slight ooc dainsleif. This also got out of hand 

Warnings: you get a broken forearm and mentioned other ways of being harmed

Not proofread

Thinking of sagau again. What if you started wearing a mask and they accepted it as you'd change your face if you could? 

They absolutely despised you from looking like their creator (who is actually you but neither they nor you knew that), and have called you every name and even some harm at some point. But at least they're sane enough to understand that faces are genetic from birth. (I also believe teyvat isn't progressed far enough for beauty stuff like plastic surgery, so they knew you COULDN'T change your face.) 

So one day you had enough and just… started wearing a mask of some sort. Even a simple bandana worn like a treasure hoarder's seemed to work. Sure, they still didn't like you very much, but at least they weren't physically hostile and you could actually buy some stuff for foods. You were getting quite sick of just berries and not the best cooked meat. 

You knew ingredients for the recipes from memorizing them from playing genshin, but most if not all don't tell you exactly how long to cook it, always making you overcook or undercook it and just never coming out right or tasting very good.  

That's all you wanted and you weren't ever coming into a place full of people again until you absolutely had to. Every time one of your favorites glare at you it hurts so much more. The only thing you want to do is search harder for a way back to your real world but that better be possible in the wild. 

In speaking of that, it's almost funny to you how willing places were to give you recipes and even ingredients for stuff like hair products when you informed you were planning on stocking up and want to stay out of cities and even towns as long as possible. 

While traveling and stocking up, you thought of the best place to be. Dvalin seemed to be rather kind to you that one time you ran into him, but you knew he was close to Venti and he’d visit Dvalin a lot. He’d… probably not like you hanging so close very much. 

Liyue has so many mountains and you do NOT want to push Zhongli’s patience, whatever it may be. You’d rather not die by a rock or spear. 

Which is also why inazuma is out of the question. You don’t know where the traveler is, and you don’t even know if the puppet’s been changed yet or not. 

Sumeru is an okay option, but running into the rangers would be annoying, and no way are you going to the desert. 

Fontaine would possibly be okay, but that’s so incredibly far from where you are in mondstadt that you decide not to. And past that you haven’t played or experienced so no going other places either. 

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Your bag is pretty much full as you go to leave. 

You’re distracted though and not looking in front of you, still thinking of where to go when you bump into someone. 

You look and know who it was immediately. You wonder because of who he is, would he act like the others or no?

He notices the glare the archon is giving you from quite a distance away. What could you have possibly done to make him not like you like this?

“Sorry! Wasn’t looking where I was going!” You were really worried you were about to be verbally beaten down again. 

“It’s fine. I forgot what I came here for anyways.” He didn’t, but he could just get it later. He left with you to spite the look the anemo archon was giving you. 

You two get a pretty far distance away from Mondstadt. “Care to explain why the archon seemed to hate you so much?” 

You decided the best way to tell was to show, and took off your mask. “Apparently I look like their creator?” You decided to continue with a lie in a way. “Which I wouldn’t know since I don’t really focus or care about gods or the archons or whatever.” 

He was astounded. That’s all? The only offense you’ve done is literally look like some fictional god or the “creator” he’s never seen or cared to read much about? He didn’t know the archons could find a way to be even worse. 

“I’m also looking for a place without people. No offense but uh, you seem like someone who’d know a good place for that.” 

He shakes off his slight stupor. “I usually don’t stay in a single place for long, but I do know a few.”

He leads you to a really isolated place that took a few hours of walking, but you managed. He even offered to help carry some of your items which surprised himself and you from knowing how he is. 

Your stomach rumbles loudly, embarrassing you. “Sorry. Sadly they wouldn’t let me order food and eat in the city.” 

He’s finding this situation more and more stupid. “That’s fine. Should be pretty easy to set a fire and make some food.”

It’s eventually made and you actually were able to follow a bought detailed recipe of a food you really wanted to try in the game. Looks just like it would. You offer some to Dainsleif which he relents and accepts after a bit of pestering by you. 

The first bite was the best thing you’ve tasted in literal months. It was so good you teared up.

A galaxy looking tear falls from your face, hardening into a solid mass as it falls onto your lap.  They’re not very small either. They somehow become triple in size of an average tear. Then another. And even a few more from just the delicious taste coming to you fall. You don’t even notice.

Dainsleif gets a very bewildered expression. He barely remembers reading about the so-called “creator” but that’s a sign of them that no matter what magic is used can’t be replicated. You… you’re really the creator he thought was fiction. And the strong believing archons… Even their people… He could almost laugh at the absurdity. 

One is still only half-made and sticking to your face. After another moment, it disappears like it was never there. The solid ones are still in your lap though.  

It wasn’t the last time you’d tear up either. A time not too long after that you were kidnapped after falling asleep. Dainsleif left to do who knows what, but you thought you’d be fine alone. 

They’re treasure hoarders. They’re not known to be very nice, and especially aren’t to you, who’ve they heard of as an imposter. While you were tied up one even went so far as to break your forearm. That hurt severely, making a few slip and them all stop dead in their tracks as a solid tear hit the ground. 

Thankfully Dainsleif saw them and you from coming back wherever he was. A protective urge formed from him actually rather liking you. The more he thought about it, the more he was open to liking you and having you as a god other than the archons and celestia. Why? Because being Human. That’s what you were, human. 

His mind made up you wouldn’t have had gods if you could. After all, you let Khaenri'ah form back then. There were gods, but if people didn’t want one, they didn’t have to believe in one. You let people be who they were, and he wouldn’t doubt you would have saved Khaenri'ah more if you could have. But he’s still here, so it isn’t fully gone. You let him stay the best of your abilities to spite the Archons. He likes you’re not all-powerful as well. At least not in this time you decided to come here. Maybe you needed to be human a while to get your strength back? 

Even if not the case, he now wants to be around you. To protect you the best he can, even if it isn’t the best. He also swears when he focuses on it that his curse feels slightly weaker when around you.

He injures them but doesn’t kill them. Just to send a message. 

The treasure hoarders end up letting the info slip next time they’re out of their disguises in mondstadt and liyue, making the two archons hunt you down do apologize for not believing you were. 

They surprisingly work together and find you and Dainsleif rather quickly. 

You’re laying on your back in the grass with your broken arm in a pretty poorly made cast and holding one of the solid tears in your other hand, turning and moving it to watch the sparkles like stars in it move as well. A part of you wishes you could bring one home with you. They’re actually really cool looking. 

Dainsleif tried his best to make a cast but obviously he’s not an expert in the medical field. He's resting as well fairly close to you. Honestly your thighs are almost touching. 

The archons notice and are quite envious. They glare at Dainsleif. 

He senses their presences and turns to look. Having you look as well.

They're shocked with the black shining item in your hand, and just realized all this time they were ignoring the real creator. Not again! They will NEVER ignore you again! “How dare you keep the creator to yourself.” Zhongli says harshly. 

What? You and Dainself share a rather incredulous look. Then go back to looking at the two archons again. 

This makes him hate the archons all the more. He didn’t really care about even the creator before, but at least he had and still has respects for them. And they really didn’t even think of finding a way to test it? Someone shows up for the first time ever in history with the face of the creator and they don’t question it?

How dumb, even the so-called gods themselves who were so beyond obsessed with you were too stupid to realize it was you. He finds it ironic. 

“Why would the creator want to be around any of you after the way you treated them?”

“But we didn’t know!” 

You just respond with an eye roll. You're not going back with them after the way they treated you. Not too long ago you encountered Dvalin again from temporarily staying by a place near the Stormbearer mountains. Dvalin even told you he'd try to tell Venti you're the creator but Venti must have ignored his friend. 

Dainsleif looks at the two archons like they’re stupid. “And… you didn’t bother to check? Even if you didn’t know, they could have still been a human you turned against, which is very unbecoming of an archon. 

You play right into the role, more time passing for you to accept it. "Precisely why I'm not going back. Why would I want to go with someone who'd turn against another just for them having a face of someone they know? I'm ashamed of you guys and your people honestly. If I wasn't the creator, you'd still treat me as nothing more than sand." 

"But-" Venti starts as you cut him off. Shame filling the two more by each of your words.

"I don't want to hear it. You made your Graves, now lie in them. I may not have powers now or ever, but that doesn't mean I should have been treated that way even as human. Leave." 

They did, but are planning ways to make it up to you. They have to have their creator with them, not some low-life like Dainsleif. If it comes down to it and they have to kill him to eventually bring you with them, then that's just what they'll have to do.

[yestrday]

Thinking about Dain being a cousin of the twins, like, he comes to their home once in a blue moon, but when he is in town he will surely invite mc to a night out or for some hanging around; and mc may accept because he is a breath of fresh air, specially with the whole academy being after them.

Of course, Dain may or not harbor the same feelings as their peers, but they don’t need to know that just yet :)!

(I DONT REMEMBER IF DAIN HAD ALREADY APPEARED IN THE ACADEMY AU SO I CAME WITH THIS IDEA IM SO SORRY (＞人＜;))

dainsleif who was a graduate of your academy too, praised for intelligence and good looks. there's no doubt he's a cousin of the twins, with that same shimmery blonde hair and their knack for academics.

after graduating, he got into a university a city over, so he barely sees his cousins anymore. aether speaks fondly of him, talking about how cool and mysterious he is. ("he's so cool, [y. name], i swear! he's got this aura that just makes you... respect.") lumine thinks highly of him too, but she tends to nitpick his flaws more than aether does. ("oh please, he might look cool, but he can barely hold a conversation without making it awkward. he's not really all that.")

dainsleif who shows up at their house impromptu for a visit. you happen to be there too, and you stare wide-eyed at the man whose face you've only seen on picture frames. he stares back at you too, because he doesn't exactly know how to act in front of a stranger.

as he stays in the city, he sees how people of your academy tend to... gravitate towards you. like, literally. after accidentally bumping into you at the grocery, he can see at least five boys from your school lurking around the corners. from that day on, he's offered to escort you whenever you're running tasks outside.

he used to just spend breaks in his dorms, but he finds himself coming back to his hometown these days. his visits come and go, sometimes he'd show up at weekends, sometimes radio silence, but he delights at the opportunity that breaks provide him with. even at his uni, he's worried sick about that little harem of yours. with him by your side, he can at least protect you even outside your school grounds.

he listens to your worries, pushes the cart while you do your groceries, covers your head with an umbrella, keep you close when walking the streets at night... everything to let you know that you will always have him to rely on. not those pesky brats who're too unhinged and obsessed without any care for your feelings. not those brats who get to spend every day and every hour with you at school, who irritate him so much his head boils at the thought of this injustice.

"sometimes i wish i were more like you," you sigh to dainsleif one day. you see it catches dain off by surprise, his eyes wide but flattered at the confession, before they slant into saddened crescents. he turns away from you, facing the gray sky.

"believe me," dain mutters. "you wouldn't want that."

"humble as always. your abilities aren't something to brush off like that."

"... not like that." he looks conflicted as he watches you carefully. his clothes ruffle and fly in the wind, complementing the troubled look in his eye. "there are thoughts within me that... i cannot suppress. thoughts that scare me to even think about. things about myself that i never knew eventually coming to life. it's horrible."

"'cause you're guilty?"

a forlorn sigh. "... because i'm not the man i wish you'd have in the end."

[mayullla]

Oh ofc

The limit increased? Alright can i get a romantic yandere dainsleif with 🦋🌻?

Title: Fated Meetings

Character(s): Dainsleif (Genshin Impact) Summary: You meet him at Liyue, then at Mondstadt, and you were with him for a while at Inazuma but you shouldn't meet him at Sumeru. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, reader is mentioned/implied to be heartbroken before meeting Dainsleif (but moving on)

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

You have met Dainsleif on your travels high up in the mountains of Liyue where you thought were alone. After climbing the high mountain for so long you saw him there and was resting. After a short greeting, the two of you started to talk a little finally finding another person to have a conversation with after such a long time traveling alone. It was nice.

It was nothing personal, they were light and something to cover up the silence with. He wasn't much of a talker but you were patient with him, things like how the weather was nice, or how the view so high up was amazing if not beautiful. Why was he here you didn't ask, nor after giving short answers to your questions did he ask yours. It was obvious that both of you had something to hide, or just didn't feel the need to say it.

You asked him to enjoy lunch with you, as you have made something for yourself and he was about to decline but you somehow nagged him to eat with you as you have made so much. It was a silent lunch no words were exchanged as you and he enjoyed the meal and after a short break, the two of you went on separate ways.

The second time you meet him was at Mondstadt. A high cliff side that had a magnificent view, where you found him again just arriving at the place. Greeting each other you two silently agreed to rest here after your travels. The endless sea you gazed at and wondered what was on the other side but he just grunted. It was today that you found out that his name was Dainsleif, definitely a unique name you thought but didn't mention it.

You enjoyed a small meal too this time dinner, but you didn't separate immediately after instead set up a tent for yourself as he offered to protect you in repayment for the food. You told him he was too much a gentleman, stating that you could take turns but he was stubborn.

In the morning after breakfast, the two of you separated ways.

Next was funny enough Inazuma, what was once a closed-off place now open for others to come and go freely. After some thinking, you decided to go there, wanting to see and experience what life was like there. You meet many people there weren't a lot of places that they recommend you to travel to as they were dangerous to go alone.

Well till you meet a certain someone there again, that lone man who was talking to a sailor wanting to travel to another island. With blonde hair and blue eyes with that unique outfit, it was easy for you to approach him and greet him.

The two of you talked a little, a small catching up. He was a little more talkative than he was in the past. He asked you if you were going anywhere and you told him that you want to see the other islands. His face was stiff for a moment, most likely thinking before he calmly asked you if you would like to join him.

While he can't guarantee your safety at all times, there might be a chance when he suddenly disappears he promised to protect you as much as he could.

You weren't surprised by his words from the little conversations you had with him, you knew he was searching for something that he almost seemed lost sometimes in your eyes. So when he offered this to you, you were almost touched as you accepted his offer with a smile on your face.

Was it here when it started? You weren't sure, Dansleif would sometimes leave while you stayed in the safer parts of the islands while he ventures off to the more dangerous sides. Sometimes he would come back after one or two hours sometimes he would be gone for a little more. There was one time he took a longer time, as you stayed at camp for two days planning to leave on the third did he finally come back.

You asked him where he went and what did he do but just as he answered vaguely you didn't try to push it anymore only asking him if he wanted to stay at camp for a little while longer or if he wanted to move now and if so help you get everything ready.

Just as much as you started to rely on him for safety, he started to slowly open up to you bit by bit. He relied on you for cooked food a lot of the time. While he caught most of the food you were the one to cook them. Small conversations would start to grow longer and longer as you vaguely talked about your past. He told you he was searching for something, and you told him that you were traveling to move on.

In his eyes, you could see the flicker of curiosity in them as you told him you were heartbroken and unable to stay at that place for so long as it reminded you of too many memories. Maybe you were running away, or maybe you choose this time that you spent as a self-improvement or healing process you didn't think too much about the details what matters in the end was that you were traveling seeing places and people, and creating more different memories.

After that day you and he started to grow a little closer. In a way it felt like carrying each other's burden even for a moment or that you could count on each other. Dainsleif was kinder you realized, more patient.

You didn't realize when he started to become more observant of you. No... you knew he was always a watchful man. You understood his personality and that he was always cautious about who you were if you were someone he could trust or not. Yet those eyes that followed you, examining your every move were now different. They followed you, when you were doing minor chores, walking, or when he thinks you were not looking. You wondered what those eyes mean as you felt a shiver from your back. He was staring straight at you, those blue eyes that you found actually beautiful had a hidden madness.

It was a slow thing really, Dainsleif also never thought that this could ever happen yet it did... he thought of you as a mere acquaintance yet now changed into something more yearning. He thought that you and he matched each other rather well, he appreciated all your kind gestures and your patience. However he held himself back, unsure and hesitant, yet that day broke all mental walls that he had created in his mind to keep you away.

It was hard for him to sleep that night as he stayed on the lookout, protecting the camp as his thoughts always strayed to you. He should contain these thoughts. He could not help but wonder what it would be like if just once... just once he could be together with you. Yet thoughts of you fleeting in his eyes compared to his immortality drove him insane.

Maybe that separation in Inazuma between you and him was your last chance. When you thought it would be an ideal time to head to Sumeru after the Dendro archon took her rightful place. You meet Dainslief again, for the fourth time. And you could not help but wonder what he meant by his words, "I can be with you."

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

Assigning yanderes songs part genshin Impact!

Scaramouche/wanderer - Aishite (will stetson's cover)

Dainsleif - my strange addiction (Billie eilish) (I think that's how you spell her name)

Xiao - breezeblocks (alt-j)

[shizuturnspages]

After child reader khaenri'ah tried to commit suicide, how do you treat them? At least captain no longer forces her to do training? Will Reader be able to sleep and rest?

A Fractured Star

Synopsis: The moment they found you—pale, weak, barely breathing—everything changed. You see it in their eyes. You feel it in their actions. They failed. And that was unacceptable. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dainsleif, Pierro, Kaeya, Albedo, Capitano x Khaenri'ahn Child

Dainsleif – The Ghost Who Should Have Protected You

He is furious.

But not at you.

At himself.

"I should have seen it coming."

His watch over you is now constant, but quiet. No more distance, no more cold logic—he is always near.

He doesn’t say anything, but you feel it in the way he adjusts your cloak, ensures you eat, watches over you as you sleep.

For the first time, when he kneels before you, it is not as a former knight mourning a fallen nation.

It is as a broken man mourning you.

"Do not leave me, too."

Pierro – The Strategist Who Let You Slip Through the Cracks

He is silent.

For someone who always has a plan, a strategy, a move to make—this was not in his calculations.

You are removed from the battlefield. No more forced training. No more harsh lessons.

You are not a tool. Not anymore.

"You have my protection. My resources. My time."

A cold hand rests on your head for the first time.

"Use them, child."

And though his expression remains unreadable—

You could swear you almost hear a sigh of relief when you accept.

Kaeya – The Liar Who No Longer Knows How to Smile

He doesn’t joke.

He doesn’t smirk, tease, or pretend.

For the first time, Kaeya is just Kaeya.

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

His hands tremble when he cups your cheeks.

His voice wavers when he tells you—

"You’re supposed to be annoying me for years, you know?"

His room is yours now. His warmth is yours now. He will not let you disappear.

Even if he has to chain himself to you to keep you here.

Albedo – The Scientist Who Cannot Control His Own Creation

He stares at his own hands.

Hands that treated you like an experiment.

Hands that failed to see you breaking.

And for the first time—

He hates them.

"I was wrong." His voice is quieter.

"This is not analysis. Not logic. Not curiosity."

He places a warm drink in your hands, sits beside you instead of across from you.

No more studies. No more experiments.

Just Albedo.

And you.

And a desperate attempt to piece together what he broke.

Capitano – The Titan Who Thought You Were Unbreakable

Training is gone.

Not paused. Not delayed.

Gone.

You are not his soldier. Not his warrior.

You are a child.

And he forgot that.

"Sleep." His voice is final. Undeniable.

"Eat." His tone leaves no room for argument.

"Rest."

He carries you when you are too weak to walk. He stands guard when nightmares claw at your sleep.

He is not a gentle man.

But when you lean against him, exhausted and hollow—

His arms remain open.

Because he will never let you fall again.

[jessamine-rose]

⋆ଘ Yandere Church AU ଓ⋆

♡ Jessamine’s masterlist for Church! Genshin

♡ All fics take place in the same universe <3

♡ Requiem for the Damned - Yandere Priest! Il Dottore x Demon! Darling

♡ Angel’s Tears - Yandere Guardian Angel! Il Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling

♡ Red Sky at Night, Shepherd’s Delight - Yandere Priest! Arlecchino x Devotee! Darling

♡ Faustian Bargain - Yandere Demon! Pantalone x Contractee! Darling

♡ Annular Eclipse - Yandere Cartaphilus! Pierro x Guardian Angel! Darling

♡ Phantom Pain - Cartaphilus! Dainsleif x Yandere Demon! Reader

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♡ Original concept for Church AU! Pierro

♡ Crack masterlist ft. alternate fic summaries

[explicitred]

The Bough Keeper

Dainsleif x Male Reader

yandere??? I don't know

is this considered yandere??

(you can also read as gender-neutral or female, I don't put specifics pronouns. but even if I do add pronouns, you can replace the words with your own.)

note: HIIIIIIIIIII it's been so long since I've last written (I last wrote and posted 4 months ago)

For some reason, I got a boost of motivation after checking Tumblr and seeing that I last posted months ago (plus doing the Caribert archon quest today, after delaying for months)

I didn't write dialogue for Dainsleif since I don't know how to write him, but I hope this fanfic lightens your mood anyway

also there's no plot lol, I just randomly thought of this and went along with whatever I wrote

Dainsleif's eyes drifted toward the door, checking for if you were back for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

The Bough Keeper didn't even touch his alcoholic drink, not even once; after hearing that you had to leave again.

Finally, he sighed and took a sip of his drink.

He sat in a wooden chair, faced towards the door of a cottage-like house in the forest. Really, how did you even find this house?

Dainsleif would sometimes rush into the cottage house in the past, heart beating wildly, unsure of what to due to calm himself down after talking to you.

Though his heart yearned for you, he would always turn too shy and hide his face behind his cape. However, it would be wise not to underestimate the lengths and things he would do to appease you, or to have even an ounce of your attention on him.

After all, your presence and attention felt euphoric and heavenly, cleansing his sins.

The sun may burn brightly, but his love for you rivaled even the gods' strength. Oh, how he would do the most unspeakable acts just to gain a single praise from you.

Click

The door opened.

Ah, you were back.

Dainsleif's breath hitched, as his eyes immediately looked down at his drink. His throat lurched, as you moved nearer to him.

You entangle your fingers through his soft blonde locks, and Dainsleif suddenly feels dizzy from the warmth spreading in his chest.

Dainsleif leans closer toward your touch but scoots to make room for you on the same chair, making sure that your fingers can still reach him.

Your legs touch from the proximity, and Dainsleif could feel your arms slowly wrapping around his torso.

"Hmm, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Your voice rumbles beside his head, his head tucked in the crook of your neck.

Dainsleif cannot find himself able to answer from his muddled mind and state of bliss.

How cruel. How could you expect him to answer you properly when you're so close to him?

He felt he was practically on your lap, the tips of his ears turning even more pink; if that was possible.

Your hands rubbed soothing circles on his back, waiting in silence for an answer.

If he had to suffer, again and again, the horror of the cataclysm, he would gladly do it to receive your affection, no matter how minor.

Ah... Allowing him to stay by your side for eternity would be a great honor to him. A feat, even greater than the gods that Teyvat citizens praise each day.

[raidenamane]

Yaba daba doo😁

I'm not sure if requests are still open since it's early in the morning where I'm from and idk how our timezones work, please delete this if it isn't orz. If it isn't too much trouble, a dainsleif fic mayhaps 🙏😔? I miss him so much and he didn't come home this patch, can be a short drabble ^^.

Not sure if it's leaning on your "things in consideration" list, but the prompt can be:

You've been under his radar for years but now that he's tracked you down, an unknown child who mirrors his blue Khaenriahn eyes guards you with his small and very fragile life. Those eyes... They're eerily familiar.

(side note: Dain isn't the type who thinks children automatically have a heart of gold lolol. He's kinda a hater when it comes to children cept for Yaoyao /jjjj, maybe that's some extra spice to add for the reason why reader is so terrified and left as soon as she had the opportunity?)

Reconteur

yandere!dainsleif x reader

cw(s) : yandere, implied female reader (the narrative is not gender specific but the word 'mother' has been used once)

wc : 1.7 k

this was an interesting challenge for me because this is one theme i've not done before, with a character i've also never written for! i'm extremely sorry for the wait as i got distracted by hsr :') and thank you so much for requesting<3

Stories are truly spectacular.

They're capable of preserving bygone memories ; changing, adapting and sometimes, becoming far too distant from reality. Like saplings of the tree which extends its roots throughout Teyvat and, their seeds are welcomed by the flighty wind, soon to be cultivated by the torrents of time. The present will one day become history and that history will be archived for posterity to learn and criticize. One such story inspires much intrigue, dressed in charming rhetoric and is thus cataloged among fairy tales : a bittersweet tale of a Knight and an Angel.

And in classic format it goes — once upon a time, a defiled Knight cried out to the heavens, for he could not win against the temptation of seeing the forbidden pearl. This blatant defiance earned him but a curse of eternal agony and soon, he begged the skies for salvation. The clouds softened and sent him a little Angel, who quelled the fires of his pain bit by bit, until it became an infinitesimal dot in the Knight's soul. Brimming with gratitude, the Knight offered his very being to the Angel's service and of course, they lived happily ever after.

Now suppose, fundamentally speaking, if fairy tales are but stories and the retelling of history follows the same pattern — who are the storytellers?

The victors, of course.

The dull thud of pages colliding shut assuages Dainsleif, for the story which now finds itself beside children's bedside tables serves no other purpose than to instigate dulcet fantasies, losing credence before the trials of history. It brews a litany of feelings in his numbed heart until they intertwine and transform into a yarn of befuddling human emotions ; echoing in his ears that this is what his past has become.

Albeit, this hardly astonishes the Bough Keeper. When a war ends and the winners hoist their flags, they'd obviously be privy to recounting their glories ��� none of them would ever write that the Knight in the story had never begged the heavens for forgiveness and no such Angel was sent. Instead, he'd seen fit to snatch the Messenger that'd implored him to return to his right mind and one would think that Celestia had taken great offense in this act, but no one batted an eye.

That is because the Messenger, too, was forsaken by their home, a fallen angel with no wings and no divinity left. Whose existence became synonymous to that of a firefly and the Knight, became the darkness that allowed it to glow. When two broken individuals unite, they either complete their flaws or destroy one another and sadly, in his case, it was the latter.

But is it such a sin to wish for a normal life? Dainsleif muses as he passes by giggling groups of unassuming humans, desperate vendors trying to sell their wares and many more individuals who might carve their places in the next epics of Teyvat. Often is it said, you only learn to value things after they leave your grasp and while his memory does erode day by day, he'll forever remember that Angel's — your countenance, how the corners of your lips used to curve before they did no longer, how every word of yours bewitched his decaying mind and built it anew.

He was an ant chasing after the fragrance of sugar, a mindless bug blinded by a speck of light, an apophyte clinging desperately to the bough, a sinner. And sinners do not deserve luxuries called normalcy, love or a home. The aftereffects of the Cataclysm that befell his homeland drove uncountable masses to nihility, some embraced their hatred while others rotted in corners of this world. It is testament to Dainsleif's willpower that he'd not been conquered by insanity yet. Indeed, he's always practiced rationale and patience ; which have also aided him in his prolonged search for you.

He investigated till every rock of this wretched world became his acquaintance and he kept on hanging to the last traces of your existence. But, as every expedition led to a dead end, he was forced to accept a lamentable realization, that he missed you. He missed you so much. He'd vowed to never kneel before those who took everything from him, at this point in his life though, he found himself one breath away from begging that floating island — if only it'd bring you back to his side.

Rain. It'd rained before that catastrophic day and on the eve you trespassed in his life as well. Would you laugh if you saw him in this state? Or, would you coax him up from his knees and shield him from the rain? A hoarse chuckle leaves his lips, how shameless does one need to be to still expect comfort from the being they hurt repeatedly? He'd rather not hear the answer.

“Mister?”

The sky growled at his misery but he could not differentiate it from a mocking sneer. He blinked upon feeling the absence of raindrops falling on his person and raised his head to stare.

It is as though the stars gazed at him back, “Why are you kneeling on the ground on a rainy day, mister?”

Dainsleif stared owlishly, his mind momentarily ceased to comprehend the present. The boy that'd reach his knees at most if Dainsleif had been standing returned his gaze in equal interest. Though the man failed to decipher those familiar eyes, it seemed that the boy had reached a conclusion.

“Oh, you must be in pain! Here, take one of my apples.”

The Bough Keeper jolted at the fruit that was shoved to his hand, in the blur of his confusion he'd not taken note of the bag full of apples clutched by the boy's other hand.

“My mother said that an apple a day would keep the pain away—ah, or was it the doctor? Anyway, please take it and don't look so sad. I should really be returning now…!”

Dainsleif opened his mouth (To protest, to question or to thank? He didn't know.) as the boy dashed away, the pitter-patters of the rain lulled his footsteps and left the man a great deal dumbfounded. He looked at the apple, now glistening with rainwater and recalled the boy's words. On normal occasions, he'd be tempted to immediately evacuate the vicinity after that mildly embarrassing encounter but, the memory of the starry gaze that rendered him speechless implored him to follow the boy's tracks.

At this point, his mind was operating on instinct, tracing the footprints of an unknown child without purpose would be the farthest thing he'd put on his agenda in his current state. The dense forest swallowed his form until it finally gifted him with a clearing, a small source of light peeked past a half open window and enticed him closer.

“...re…were…y…?”

The man only came to his senses after hearing muffled voices, standing before what he assumed was the door to the thatched cottage. For a second, he debated whether to continue this rendezvous but resigning that he'd come too far, he decided to take a peek through the window.

The rain lulled just enough to not be an outright nuisance, succinct yet unforgettable — there you were, separated by but a weak wooden structure and Dainsleif's stupefied mind. You are there. Are you really there? Right before his eyes, emerging out of nowhere after he turned Teyvat upside down just to find some reassurance that you're still alive? Your eyes narrowed in that familiar frown and rubbing a towel through a boy's hair—

Wait, what?

Fine strands of blonde clung to Dainsleif's forehead, a few drops of water dripping down to join the small puddle under his feet. He gaped like a fish at the scene and at the boy who led him to this epiphany, completely forgetting vigilance.

“Did you talk to anyone, son?”

Flowers bloomed in his heart at the sound of that familiar lilt and his breath hitched as he processed the contents you uttered. Son. You called that boy son. In the light of your humble abode, he noticed the boy's golden locks of hair that he'd previously foregone and a conclusion crawled its way to his mind. He has a child. He has a child? Dainsleif knew you have a knack for unpredictability but this level of surprise was not what he was expecting upon your first appearance after all these years. He dwelled on the question of how it was even possible for a while, he recalled the boy's eyes ; those characteristic star-shaped pupils would never lie. Voices reached his ear again and he decided to cast aside these questions for a later time.

“I did, but the man looked so sad all alone in the rain! So, I gave him one of the apples because I didn't know what else to do. I promise I didn't talk too much!”

You paused for a while, a cautious query followed, “What did he look like?”

The boy copied your silence this time, finding great interest in your nails before exclaiming, “Pretty ordinary!”

Dainsleif didn't know why but that gave a sting to his heart, he looked back to you to see the unreadable expression on your face slowly shift to a soft smile. You affectionately ruffled the boy—his boy's hair, the action somehow softened the ache in his soul. Until he remembered that he was ignorant of his own son's name. He was one who preferred to form his opinion of everyone from a neutral point of view and while he's not one to excuse children's behavior just because of their age, seeing his own son speak half-truths at this stage raised many more concerns to be dropped in the pile.

You're not someone who'd preach dishonesty to a child but considering the situation you are currently in and the things this child must've seen, he found himself understanding. The skies rumbled and Dainsleif barely pushed back the urge to kick down the door and take his family to where they belonged. But seeing the smile that he'd yearned for so many years, he hesitated. You'd fought hard to earn this little happiness and acting on his impulses now, however justified they might be, would be dishonoring your efforts. And judging by your reactions, he can already sense that you won't just sit idly by for him to pounce on.

So, he'll be patient for bit longer and when the time is right, it'll seem as though his family returned to his arms out of their own volition.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men Eating Out Their Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Ororon, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/ Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I decided to do ca. 100-200 words each character to keep it nice and simple:) (some are over 200 tho). This took me longer than expected haha. My requests are open, but read my rules before requesting <3 The translation is at the bottom!

Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cunilingus, all sexual acts are consensual, female reader, obsession, possessiveness, some of the yandere tendencies are more subtle than others, future imprisonment, face sitting, jealousy, fingering, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, forced marriage, reader is indifferent to some of the yandere behaviour in some of the parts, translation at the end, power imbalance, THE BLOOD IN CHILDE’S PART IS NOT PERIOD BLOOD, BUT BLOOD FROM SOMEONE HE HAD TO “SETTLE THINGS WITH”

Word count: 4779

Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher.

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt.

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm.

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the dark haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as you came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

“Min kjære” = “My dear”

[taintedbenevolence]

This does have fontaine spoilers for the beginning about the water…

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What if darling was running away from yandere of your choice, and the reader was a fontainian, after the whole primordial sea water thing, and used that as a cover up and fakes their death. Only to encounter the yandere years later by accident. You could do whatever you want this with idea, if you want to use it.

I hope this gives you some inspiration :DD

a/n: I love you for this, anon, this concept is actually quite fun to work with. Probably wrote more than I intended to as well. I hope this is to your liking! Sorry for posting this late. Have been a bit busy. Thank you for the inspiration, I hope you enjoy this, and happy holidays to you!! <3 cw: obsessive, possessive, overly-jealous behavior, toxic relationships, stalking, unhealthy/unbalanced power dynamics, kidnapping, mildly suggestive content (?), murder, mentions of suicide, implied death. Major Fontaine Archon Quest Spoilers.

PAIRINGS, individual - NEUVILLETTE, WRIOTHESLEY, DOTTORE, XIAO, DAINSLEIF

He should've been there for you. Should've saved you. How you ever managed to slip from his grasp, he'll never know.

And now you were dead. Ever since the day the Primordial Seawater flooded Fontaine, the Iudex had a grim expression on his face. He was glad the people of the Hydro Nation had been saved from the impending, imminent catastrophe that had been written into their fates.

Yet he only cared about you. And it was only you who was gone.

Had he been too late? Was that it? No, you'd disappeared before the waters flooded Fontaine, and by then, he'd already passed his verdict on the Final Trial.

So what went wrong?

He wasn't sure what exactly could've caused your disappearance. And for all he knew, the waters had swallowed you whole, eaten you and dissolved you back into the masses.

For weeks, the skies of Fontaine were a murky gray, the children's pleas for the Hydro Dragon to cease crying falling on deaf ears.

He wept, cried, and slept. It was an ongoing cycle. He couldn't bear the pain your death had caused him. He grieved and mourned your passing, his tears not once stopping.

The pass of time became a blur to him, and with every court case, his poised, authoritative, and calm gaze became, if anything, slightly colder each time - something that not many were able to pick up.

But deep in the unbothered gaze of the Iudex lay an unperturbed regret and perpetual pain that seeped into his heart.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, and months slowly turned into years. Seeing a bright, sunny day became a rarity for the people of Fontaine, and even Furina was starting to get concerned.

Yet when she asked the Iudex, he only replied affirmatively. "I'm alright, Lady Furina. You need not worry yourself," he'd lie, but there was nothing else he'd say, for there was nothing more the rest should know.

You knew well why the skies of Fontaine, which were once a rich, vibrant color, now had dulled into a murky gray. But you were happy. You had managed to free yourself from that which the Hydro Dragon Sovereign called love.

That... that wasn't love. It was nothing but pure, unbridled, unrivaled obsession.

For someone with such a gentle disposition and a great position of authority amongst the titles of Justice, you would've never thought deep within the heart of the Iudex would lie therein such madness, a longing and desire reserved only for you.

Slowly but surely, he'd drawn you in and trapped you inside the web of his care, and you'd become none the wiser to the danger he posed to everyone who'd look at you with even a hint of ill intent.

It was only with the pass of time that you came to realize how possessive he was of you. You came to realize why people rarely spoke to you nowadays. The Iudex had set his trap, and you were falling in it.

The moment you caught on to his behavior, he then found it rather futile to keep hiding his intentions, although his calm and cold demeanor still remained.

You tried to reason with him, but he had nothing of it, refusing and restating why it was so important for you to be only his. You thought he was insane, and perhaps he was, but what could you do about it?

The moment you tried to run, that's when everything took a turn for the worse, and you came to see that day a side of Neuvillette that no one had seen. Or at least, no one alive.

All you felt around him was fear after that day. Fear of getting hurt. And so, when he had to cast his judgment in a trial, you took the chance to escape, bringing about remains of Primordial Seawater.

It was the only way to make sure he'd believe your disappearance was true.

And to this present day, it'd worked. It had worked. That was until you made one tiny mistake: going outside.

You had decided to take a walk late at night to soothe your mind. You had some thoughts that worried you and had stressed you as of late, so you took an umbrella and headed out.

It took only a few minutes until you heard thunder strike, and the familiar sensation of a gloved palm squeeze your shoulder gently. Your lips quivered slightly as you turned around, and you soon met the gaze of who else but the Iudex of Fontaine.

His deep, oceanic hues, darkened by their purple color and sharp pupils struck a distinct sensation of dread in you.

"[Name]..." he almost choked out, his deep voice flooding into your ears as his hand reached for your cheek to feel your soft skin. "... You're alive."

You want to run. You want to hide. You want to plead and beg the gods for mercy. But you stay as still as a statue, letting the dragon pull you close to his chest.

He only hums deeply, although it sounds more akin to that of a growl as he passes his hand through your hair, holding your head close to his chest. "You're safe..." he murmurs.

He quietly whispers 'mine' as he continues to hold you, and you only lay there, frozen, unsure of what to do. You'd heard this once in your life, but perhaps you should've listened when you heard it — dragons are very territorial and never share what is theirs; once they claim something, they take it to make it theirs for all eternity.

May the gods in the heavens above have mercy on any who dare lay a finger on you - because he certainly won't.

Most convicts and members in the prison were aware of the Duke's fondness of you, although far be it to be something His Grace was glad most knew. Nevertheless, he was at the very least content that none had tried to make advances with you once they knew he had his eyes on you.

As for those unfortunate enough to try to hint at even the slightest bit of romantic interest in you ... they were left unheard of. Most believed that it was because their time to leave the prison had come, but... whether it be in the deep sea or the city above, they were never to be seen again.

Wriothesley was convinced that there was no way for you to escape. He often kept an eye on you, occasionally following you when he had the time and wasn't buried in paperwork for the Fortress, and even closed the gate to the overworld at times.

Safe to say, you were locked and trapped inside. Or so, he thought.

One day, you vanished entirely. Gone. He walked around the Fortress as usual, asking if anyone had seen you, assuming that maybe you'd gone for a walk around the fortress. It could be the case, because he did understand that maybe being cooped up in his office all the time could be... exasperating, to put it lightly.

But you hadn't - you had quite literally disappeared, just like a ghost, and much to his displeasure, he didn't have any leads for the case.

Returning to his office, he couldn't even go back to work. He set down the cup of tea he held in his hand on his desk, lest he crush the cup's fragile handle out of anger and concern.

Strutting out of his office a few moments later, he could only feel a wave of fear wash over him as he saw just a few drops of water wetting the floor of the Fortress. And oh no, not regular water, Primordial Seawater.

He can swear to the heavens that not once in his life has he felt his heart drop the way it did now. The traces only led back and around the Fortress, and to nowhere in the end.

You had dissolved.

But in truth, you'd finally run free, seen the sun, something you hadn't been able to see in what felt like years. You had escaped from Wriothesley, and the Fortress of Meropide as a whole. Your plan had finally worked. By some poor miracle, you'd found a way to open the previously closed gates of the Fortress, and now were running free.

Seeing Fontaine on the surface after all this time, this imprisonment, was a blessing. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you dashed, trying to bury the fear and worry of being caught in the back of your head.

Right now, you didn't focus on the fact you could be followed at this moment, but rather, you chose to direct your attention on where to go. You decided it was best to leave Fontaine as a whole, because chances were that you'd be found and dragged back to the murky depths Wriothesley called home.

And archons, he was pissed. He knew people knew that you were preciously dear to him. He'd advised some of the guards to keep an eye on you over caution that "you might escape," because might I add, he framed you with a crime you didn't commit, and he stated that he wanted to ensure you didn't run away.

You were none the wiser that it was his doing, like the rest, but no matter how much you pleaded and begged, everyone refused to believe you. And it was Wriothesley who remained on top, once more having succeeded in his plans.

So for you to slip in between his grasp, and past everyone else's line of sight was infuriating. He put his utmost effort in maintaining a calm composure, but even then, most of the convicts passing by him could feel the seething anger that emanated from him.

Rushing to the overworld immediately, he began his search at the strike of midnight, full moon glistening and shining down on his refined figure, as he prayed to whatever existent, omnipotent entity out there that you were somehow alive. May the gods spare the poor souls who happened to walk by in the dead of night because if looks could kill they'd be dead a thousand times over with an icy glare such as his own, even if they weren't involved at all in abetting your escape.

He's just that mad.

A low growl leaves him as he grits his teeth, a frown etched onto his face whilst the rain slowly begins to pour down on him heavily, soaking him. Yet he doesn't care, pushing through it as he looks for you, not caring how drenched he is in the rain.

He moves quick and searches thoroughly for any trace left, but it seems that this time, you're finally two steps ahead of him, for by the time he's looking through the court of Fontaine, you're already on a boat, sailing towards Sumeru. Perhaps in the Nation of Wisdom would you find refuge and a place to live peacefully.

As you travel across the nation, you ponder if you'll even be accepted. When you reach the nation of Dendro, you find that really there isn't much you can do there. You have no home, no connections, no friends, nothing.

Everything you had is back in Fontaine. But for now, perhaps you can stay for a few years in Sumeru... could you? Fontaine was merely a boat ride away. You could always go back ... right?

Yet deep within you, you knew you couldn't go back. Not now. Not until you knew you were safe to come back. So you found your way to Sumeru City, building your new home there, letting time pass.

And Wriothesley gets desperate. Every waking moment is spent trying to locate you. To find you.

Anything.

Yet he hears, sees, and finds nothing about you. He's not one to lose hope about things such as these, yet, even so, faced with what little evidence he had... you were most likely dead, as far as he was concerned.

But he couldn't be completely sure. Not until three years later.

You had to go back to Fontaine, despite how against it you were. You simply wanted to go back to your homeland - you missed it, and that was fair. You thought that at least you could talk to a friend or two over there and maybe explain your disappearance too.

So, deciding against your better judgment, you paid and took the boat ride back to Fontaine, the Nation of Hydro, your homeland.

Upon arriving once more at the borders of the Nation of Hydro, you left the boat, delighting in the bright sun and scent of your home. You walk around the court of Fontaine, a smile on your face as you see the Melusines passing by, each greeting you with smiles on their faces.

Yet you can't help but feel watched. Only a little. It's probably just a queasy feeling in your stomach because things have changed since you last left. It's normal to feel a little surprised by new changes.

Surely, it's nothing more than just a little paranoia. That's all it could be.

Right?

. . .

"Your Grace."

An officer emerges to the Duke's office with ragged breathing, rushing up the stairs as the raven-haired male slowly shifts his gaze from his paperwork to the personnel that walks up to him.

A stone-cold expression is written on Wriothesley, a look that has been unchanging and everlasting ever since your disappearance. He only slightly raises a brow as he waits for the officer to speak, to which he slightly stammers.

"I-I believe, Y-your Grace..." he begins. "that we have found [Name].." Wriothesley's heart stops, and for a split moment, a new life is seen on the once dulled, blue eyes that hold so much emotion now.

"Where were they last seen?" he inquires sternly, almost too quickly as he bites his tongue lightly. "I-in the court of Fontaine.. r-right outside the Palais Mermonia," the officer responds, startled as the warden walks quickly past him. "You're dismissed," the Duke replies, and without wasting another second, he heads up to the surface, leaving the prison with haste.

He wants to — no — he needs to find you, and now, before you're gone again. He steps into the daylight, eyes darting everywhere. He trudges through the city, hidden amidst the people - which is surprisingly complicated because his presence is a rather commanding and imposing one - until his gaze finally lands on you.

He can already feel his heart pumping, its pulse quickening at the mere sight of you after having lost you for three years. Three interminable years.

Yet he refrains from nearing you. He knows that should he approach you, you'll scurry away, and should he chase, it'd draw unnecessary and unwanted attention. He stares for so long he almost forgets to breathe, keeping an eye on you as you slowly head to your house.

You find a lot of letters, all piled up on a table once you enter, which you can only presume you didn't have any time to read before you'd gone down to the Fortress of Meropide. You open the first one - the one on top of the others, feeling the temperature slowly, but gradually drop as you do so.

You read each letter, only freezing and lightly jumping as you hear the door getting shut close. You turn around to take a look at what's happened, but not fast enough. You feel your head come into contact with something firm and hard, and within seconds, you lose your consciousness, vision blurring, your body falling into another person's hold.

The Duke makes no comment, simply gazing at your unconscious form. His eyes dart over your form, scanning your body as if to see if any mark was left, to which no scratch or cut are on your limp state. He then sighs in what seems to be relief but also distaste — distaste for the methods used to retrieve you.

He took the liberty of walking you back to the prison, carrying your body with ease as your head remained leaning on his shoulder. You'd only feel the occasional brushing of his soft hair against your skin, but then again, even his warmth wouldn't reach you - not in this state.

Wriothesley dutifully brings you back to the murky depths of the Fortress of Meropide, and with haste, he leaves you in his office, letting you wake up as he runs a few errands outside of the large, steely office.

A few hours later, you come to your senses. As you slowly grasp your surroundings, beginning to wake up, you realize something - this place is familiar. You look around. You see Wriothesley's desk, full of papers as it always was, but it now seems slightly in disarray.

Dread fills you as you hear the door of the office start to creak open, heavy steps being the only sound in the large space, excluding your heartbeat, which pulses at a speed you can't register.

You try to move your legs, only to feel them restrained, the slight rattling of chains echoing. You look to your ankles, and much to your dismay, realize that they've been cuffed and chained; fear courses through you.

Oh, you poor, sweet thing - looks like you're going to have to be reminded that rules exist for a reason, and for your own safety no less. But to disobey them will mean an imminent and harsh punishment, regardless of where you've gone.

He'll go through Hell and back just to find you, drag you back, and hold you in his safe, unrelenting grip. Wriothesley vowed to keep you safe no matter the cost, and he will see his promise through until his last, dying breath.

As Wriothesley opens the door to his office, there is little to no noise — it is dead quiet, to the point you can hear your own breath as you shiver. You're sitting down in one of the corners of his administrative office, hugging your knees as you quiver in fear and apprehension.

You can already hear his heavy, slow footsteps as he approaches you, the sound of handcuffs twirling around his fingers already inciting fear in you as the Duke gazes down upon your cowering form with eyes as cold as ice. He tosses his coat aside, adjusting his tie before snapping open the handcuffs.

"I certainly hope someone's ready for their punishment."

Oh? Well, aren't you such a curious little thing, having run away from him like that.

Dottore, being the man he is, is too meticulous for such a mistake or scenario to have occurred. Rather, he found it amusing when you tried to run successfully ran away. Even you found it awfully suspicious when you'd managed to flee without being caught. Yet you ran anyways, too afraid to return to the cold lab you'd been so used to seeing.

As for the Doctor, he took this as an invitation for another experimentation; a test, by all means.

At first, he waits a couple of days to see if you'll return to him, to which he knows you won't. He's only giving you a momentary satisfaction so that you think that you've succeeded.

Yet after a week or so has passed, a little part of him begins to miss you, or rather, the way you feel. He misses the way you whine when he sinks his teeth into your neck, ignoring your pleads to stop as he traps you inside his laboratory, several of his segments taking time to watch you all day every day, leaving you alone and terrified.

Even his face forms into a tiny pout, before a small smirk finds its way to his lips at the thought of seeing you again. He figures you've stayed back in Fontaine, so, as a well-known and refined diplomat and Harbinger of the Fatui, he decides, why not give you the Nation of Justice a little visit?

So he travels to the Nation of Hydro, remaining in it for about to year to grasp all of its surroundings — shops, restaurants, landmarks - and of course, where you live. He smiles as he gazes at you through the window of your room, and sometimes you can swear that you hear a soft laughter echoing outside your house in the dead of night.

He could have taken less time to accommodate, but, he figured he'd let you have some fun of your own before he made "arrangements" to bring you back to his laboratory.

He's always had a habit of toying with his subjects; this is no different.

Day after day, he wakes up, watching you as you go about your day with a nervous but sweet expression, as if you're relieved that he's not around you anymore, but still somewhat paranoid.

It's so, so cute.

He finds your sleeping positions the best. Relaxed, calm, quiet, and unperturbed. Sometimes, he resists the urge to simply waltz into your house and take you right then and there.

But he insists on waiting.

After what seemed weeks, he decides to buy himself some coffee, and as he enters the establishment nearby his residence to get himself a cup of coffee, he can feel a familiar presence.

You.

You're the one running the shop. Selling products. And as your eyes land on the familiar, dark, ornamented mask, your heart sinks, your hands almost freezing in place. You do your best to remain calm, although your body responds first, breaking out into a cold sweat, your lips pressed nervously into a thin line.

Your smile had faltered slightly as soon as it landed on Dottore's usual smirk. "Ah, well isn't this a wonderful surprise, hm?" the Harbinger muses with a teasing voice.

"O-oh... yes," You stammer, nodding, trying to hide how terribly you want to run for your life at this moment. You're being careful with your words, hoping you're spared of any embarrassment, and for a lack of better words, any horrifying events that might take place right then and there.

You're aware of the man Dottore is; if he so wanted to ruin your life in this moment, he could. There was no telling what he would do, and you didn't want to think of the possibilities.

For now, you wanted to focus on getting through with your day and making some money. That was all you wanted. "W-what would you like?.." You barely manage to utter.

"Have you some coffee, by any chance?" he replies, maintaining the conversation casual. You only nod. "Milk? Sugar?" You continue. He shakes his head. "I'll take my coffee black, thank you," he states, as he leaves.

You take the order, but as you jot down the information on the paper, you feel your fingers trembling, struggling to grip the pen you hold properly. Cursing mentally, you try to shake off the bad feeling you carry.

And as such, the day passes by, and your anxiety and paranoia further grows until you finally return to your home. Changing into more comfortable clothes, you slowly settle into your bed, burying yourself beneath the soft blankets.

And in the midst of this night, your window slowly creaks open, a shadow creeping in and settling beside you quietly.

You slowly open your eyes in confusion as you feel the weight of your bed shift slightly. Before you get to even slightly move away to turn on the lights, you hear a pleased hum as you feel a person snake their arms around your waist, pulling you tightly towards them.

"Mm~ Oh, my love.."

Dottore. You don't need to hear another peep from this man to know it's him. And your heart pounds as you make this realization. With one arm tightly holding you by your waist and another pulling you close to his firm chest, holding your shoulder and laying on your chest, the Harbinger nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, the edges of his mask leaving small cuts on your soft skin.

He only smiles as he sees this, moving his head and licking off the blood that slowly seeps from the cuts, his tongue leaving a cold, wet trace, which only makes you shiver. He chuckles in turn, finding your terrified form undeniably endearing.

"Ah, you're so, so cute," he coos in a sing-song tone into your ear, his chilling, tight grip on you being a stark contrast to his words as his cold breath that lands on your neck causes a chill to run down your spine. "Mm~ I could just eat you right up.."

Your words catch in your throat, another bitter chill running through you as the Harbinger slowly licks and nibbles on your earlobe with purpose, his cold breath causing you to slightly tremble.

You can only feel your heart pound in fear as you feel tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes. Chuckling, the Doctor wipes away the tear that forms from your teary eyes as he presses a light kiss on your cheek, his gloved hand teasingly tracing the faint outline of your lips.

"And you'd like that, hm? Isn't that right, my darling dearest?"

He's going mad. He's losing himself.

Why didn't you call for him? Time and time again he has told you; call for him if you are in danger.

Day and night he has stalked you without reason to sleep or rest. Every waking second of his life is spent on you. You have come to fear those amber eyes since.

His voice, his eyes, his touch, his power. It all scares you. You're terrified of someone whom you initially thought of as your protector, your savior.

Yet you didn't. And the realization hits him. You didn't call for him on purpose.

Following your traces, he realizes that you left for your homeland - Fontaine. He knows already of the disappearance of people by the surging of the Hydro Nation's waters, and he pleads to the gods that you're alive.

Without purpose other than to protect you, he'd lose himself and succumb to imminent darkness, should he find no trace of your body alive and well.

He quickly finds his way through the vast seas of Fontaine, walking through the court, outside the Palais Mermonia in the dead of night.

Even in an unfamiliar nation, he does his utmost to find you, yet he finds nothing. He hears nothing. Sees nothing. Feels nothing. Nothing of you.

He fears you are dead.

And dead you are not.

His blood runs cold at the possibility and thought, and he doesn't want to believe it. Dead? No. Not on his watch. Never. He swore to himself he'd keep you alive, he won't ever break that vow, and especially not now.

For the yaksha, this is a hunt. A race against the clock.

Not only for him, but for you. You know it's only a matter of time until he finds you; the clock's ticking, time's running out, and your legs will soon give up, given how much you've run in order to stage your death.

After all, trying to fake your own death isn't something easy, and you know well Xiao is not stupid; he wouldn't fall for something simple. This had to be elaborate and complex, but without taking too much time.

Which is why, of course, you figured it'd be best if you used Primordial Sea Water for this "trick."

You had little to no time, and eventually, you just settled on taking a dive for the water.

You made a break for it, running for the nearest shoreline, and unluckily enough for you, your footsteps, though quiet, alerted the yaksha who was in pursuit.

He moved quickly, searching in the direction of your footsteps, and he found you, right when you were about to take your jump. He could feel his heart drop at the sight, and he immediately lunged towards you, grabbing you by your collar as he glared at you.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" he growls, and you feel yourself quiver. "You could have died!" he reprimands in a stern voice. Though his voice is laced with disappointment and anger, you can tell he's more than heartbroken.

He's devastated by what you tried to do. You can almost see his eyes water. And while you aren't exactly proud of yourself, you certainly don't want to be around him either.

The amount of people he's killed, the freedoms he's stripped you of because he "loves" you has terrified you and in a constant state of paranoia; in your eyes, death would be rather merciful in comparison. The moment you try to pull away, his grip only increases, to the point it's painful.

"No no no, I can't, I won't let you go again; never again," he says, teeth gritted, although you're not sure if any longer does he speak to you, or does he speak to himself to soothe his own unhinged obsession.

"My eyes will always be on you."

It matters not where you run, he'll always find you; his love for you is undying and eternal, much like the boundless karma that awaits, lying in wait for him in madness.

He was disappointed.

He believed you knew better than to run away from him. Seems you proved him otherwise.

He found his way to your birthland, Fontaine, and in sufficient days, he figured that you'd tried to use the Primordial Sea Water to fake your death.

He wasn't fazed, really. He found your actions rather predictable, and he already knew you'd try this at some point. He had anticipated this, and was prepared, yet when it happened, he couldn't help but feel disappointed that you really tried to do this, and perhaps a tinge of hurt.

He also felt a bit of worry. He knew you'd never kill yourself, but, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if you actually had recklessly gone and done the deed, falling to the dead.

Could you have hated him that much?

Reluctantly, he pushed those thoughts away as he traversed through the vastness of Fontaine, keeping himself out of others' line of sight. The sun slowly cast itself into darkness, letting the moon shine once more as shadows seeped into the quiet court of Fontaine.

He could hear footsteps apart from his own, and they were different than that of a Gardemek's. With time, he'd come to learn the sound of your footsteps, and they were all too familiar to him. He turned, and managed to catch a glimpse of you, and small trails of strange water being left behind.

Primordial Seawater, he figured. With a sigh of disdain, he took off after the trail, sooner than not, finding you running nervously about towards the shoreline. With ease, he manifested his own energy, able to cut your air circulation from afar.

With speed, he then rushed to you, knocking you unconscious and rendering you powerless as he picked up your limp body. His expression didn't change, only being one of disappointment and mild irritation.

In time, he brought you to a small dining place, to which he cared not to read the name of. Entering the small establishment, he went upstairs, carrying your body in a way that would not bring upon much question. Placing you down on one of the seats in front of the table, he heads to the other seat, in front of yours, divided by the space the table provides.

He sat comfortably on the seat in front of yours, and what seems to be a few hours later, you slowly regain consciousness. All you see is the tall blonde as he readies a glass of wine for you, your mind slowly catching up to the situation at hand.

Your expression slowly changes to one of horror and surprise as you hear his smooth voice, accompanied by a soft chuckle that reverberates, rumbling through his chest.

"You're waking up."

You say nothing, as you observe the man in front of you. Dainsleif places the glass of wine in front of you, keeping one for himself as well. Your mind is slow to analyze everything, and while your senses are still adjusting, you can at least realize what's going on. The way his serious gaze hides a playful flicker lets you know already one thing.

Your plan failed.

He only smiles teasingly as he gazes at you with a hint of longing, lips pressed into a faint, but satisfied smirk. "We know that trick of yours won't work, sweetheart. Let's not try that again, shall we?"

[wri0thesley]

famous last words - dottore x reader x dainsleif (9.6k)

you can take care of yourself.

cw: dead dove, do not eat. not sfw, minors dni. non-con, drugging, syringes, mind control. yandere dottore and yandere dainsleif. reader is the traveller and has been travelling with dain. bondage, restraints, misuse of the akasha system, reader is traumatised and taken advantage of by dainsleif after being at dottore's mercy. reader wears a dress and has breasts/a vagina, but is referred to by they/them pronouns. please please heed the warnings.

a/n: please please (i am repeating it!) read the warnings on this one. one of my favourite yandere/dark content tropes is actually 'reader has a horrible experience and then a character who is supposed to take care of them takes advantage of them', and i don't think i've ever written it before, so this was super interesting to write!

this was a commissioned work.

Dainsleif has been on edge since the two of you crossed Sumeru’s borders. 

He doesn’t say it out loud - you have learnt, over the time the two of you have spent travelling together, that Dainsleif is a man of very few words even at the best of times - but you know his small quirks and foibles well enough now that you sense it. It’s in the set of his shoulders and the line of his mouth, the way his eyes are constantly darting about wherever you go.

It’s somewhat in the way he walks closer to you, his height casting a shadow over your own, as if he can protect you merely by being near you. It makes a muscle in your jaw twitch - you are grateful for his care, of course, but surely he knows by now that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself? You have gotten used to the feeling of a sword in your hand over your search for your twin - you have made a name for yourself in every nation you’ve traversed, and only some of the time has Dainsleif been by your side. 

You suppose that the newfound relationship between the two of you is clouding his judgement somewhat too--

Well.

‘Relationship’ might be too strong of a word.

Dainsleif is hesitant with you even now; checks with you, twice and three times, before he so much as touches your shoulder. But you hope you have made it clear he does not need to, with the way you have let your hand entangle with his and the way you have smiled at him when nobody else is looking, the soft confessions to him at camp overnight that he’s one of only two people in this world you would trust whole-heartedly . . .

All of that, perhaps, has made Dain even more protective over you than he was before, despite the truth of the matter being that you are almost equal in swordsmanship and combat ability. And he’s said enough to you, too, that you understand his hesitance. Other people he has loved have been taken from him - a whole nation, in fact. Dain has had to struggle on for years all alone, and walls built over such a long time do not crumble so easily--

But still. You wish he would not fret so when you walk away from him in Sumeru City to investigate an interesting looking fruit and to ask the stallholder some questions about their wares. 

You’re startled out of your reverie - handling the Zaytun peaches that lay in plump piles in round baskets upon this particular stall - by Dain murmuring your name. He has attracted some attention - he is tall and handsome and blond, an air of mystery and exoticism emanating off of him - but he is unaware of the giggles behind other people’s hands, his gaze set firmly on you.

He has always been like that - those piercing blue eyes, even through his mask-like patch - never fail to make you feel as though you are the only person in the world. You have woken up in the night at camp plenty of times, too, and felt safe in the knowledge that Dainsleif is there and his gaze will not falter. 

You toss some Mora to the stallholder and turn to Dainsleif, proffering one of the peaches to him. He takes it like a precious treasure.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, before you take a bite. His brow is furrowed - you sense something brewing in the wind. A kind of unease that lies hot and heavy in the humid Sumeru air. Dain sighs softly.

“I have some things I must do,” he says to you, his voice soft and low. “I don’t want to leave you alone, but . . .”

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him, smiling. You wonder what it is that he does not want to take you along with, but you do not push - Dainsleif will tell you in his own time, you are sure. You have no desire to push him too far when his hope seems such a fragile thing still. “I’ll meet you tonight, here?”

His shoulders untense, just a touch. 

“Will you stay in the City?” He asks you, and you laugh.

“Dain,” you say, smiling, just a touch of reproach in your voice. “I can take care of myself, you know! Go and do what you need to do. I will be absolutely fine. You know that! When have I not been?”

Dain does not look entirely convinced, but whatever it is that he has a need to do has a hold on him - he looks at you with those serious, piercing eyes and takes your hand. Your cheeks go hot all over as he bends to press a chivalrous kiss upon the back of it. The crowd of admirers that Dain has amassed are all atwitter over this - you cannot blame them. If you’d seen it happen to someone else you’re sure you’d be swooning. Even now, your heart is beating a double time march against your ribcage as you wonder how you got so lucky. 

“You promise me?” He asks. You can sense he is barely holding back the urgency in his voice; anxiety that tugs at the syllables like it is weighing them down. This errand he has to run . . . your curiosity runs rampant at what it might be that it is so clearly important to him.

“I promise I’ll be more than fine,” you say to him, smiling. There is the slightest snick of irritation, in the back of your mind - have you not fought dragons? Have you not befriended Archons? His concern is sweet, but he does not need to fret about you so. You say to him, trying to make sure your voice is as reasonable and convincing as possible; “You don’t have to worry about me.”

As it turns out, this proclamation will come back to haunt you.

They will become what are referred to in some places as ‘famous last words’.

You notice the earpieces that the Sumeru citizens wear as you wander around; when you ask someone about it, they look baffled as to your own lack of them.

“Usually you’re given one when you come into the city,” the young woman explains, as she kindly guides you back towards the entrance of Sumeru City. This explains it; Dainsleif always prefers to take the least populated way into anywhere, and most of the time you are happy to agree with him. Your exploits across Teyvat so far have occasionally resulted in some notoriety that isn’t always conducive to exploring new nations; you’re not surprised that Dainsleif had avoided the grand entrance of Sumeru City proper. Still, you’re beaming as the young woman brazenly walks up to one of the men standing at the entrance greeting newcomers. 

He has dark hair and a moustache, and is wearing the robes that you recognise as marking him out as a member of the Sumeru Akademiya; as the young woman explains that you two are without the devices - she calls them an ‘Akasha’ - you smile at him, as bright and hopeful and friendly as you can manage. 

He nods thoughtfully, and raises a hand to his own Akasha system.

“Just a moment,” he tells you, “I’m scanning the system for any information on you - just to ensure we don’t go around letting in criminals, you see?” 

As he does that, you ask a few more questions of the young woman - what it is that the Akasha system does, and whether your . . . unusual physiology (a far easier way to explain it, you’ve surmised over weeks of practise, than explaining that you are a traveller from beyond the realms of Teyvat) will effect it in any way. She is effluent with her praise - the Akasha, she tells you with a wide smile and genuine pride in her voice, has truly revolutionised what it is like to be a citizen of Sumeru. 

“This is unusual,” the man says, finally taking his hand from the complicated earpiece of the Akasha system. “I’m terribly sorry, but . . .”

“Is everything alright?”

You hadn’t wanted to mention it, of course - but you’d been afraid when he’d said he was scanning for information on you. Though you have mostly made peace with the nations you’ve travelled through, there have been plenty of misunderstandings too - and there are an unfortunate amount of activities that may be considered criminal in your past. Your heart beats just a little too quickly, as you carry on smiling and hope that your nervousness isn’t written too plain on your face.

You’d hate to get yourself into trouble after promising Dainsleif you would be absolutely fine on your own. 

“I’m sure there’s no problem at all,” the man assures you, as he tries to return your smile. “It’s simply that we do have a record of you - oh, please don’t worry, it doesn’t name you as a wanted criminal or some such thing! It merely asks that you be shown to the Akademiya to meet with one of our trusted scholars, if you are to set foot in Sumeru City.” 

This sounds a little more understandable, you think, as you let loose a small sigh of relief. Your reputation precedes you in several places - and this scholar would be far from the first person who has sought your help with matters. It’s strange that they couldn’t manage it alone with all of the resources of Sumeru behind them, but you are not in a position to judge. 

“Is it just me?” You ask. “I usually travel with another man, a different blond--”

He checks, the vine-like contraption of the Akasha pulsing over his ear, but then he shakes his head.

“No,” he says, as he offers you his arm. “The only information we have is on you.” Another smile, clearly meant to reassure. “I really did mean it about not worrying; if you were a danger, I’m certain that this would not all be so civil. Sumeru maintains several forces of Eremite mercenaries to keep the peace, and the Akademiya itself has the Matra . . . If you were about to be in trouble, there would be far more of a guard than simply me.”

You still consider running. You let your eyes flash over the surrounding area to map out all possible escape routes, to see who you might have to fight if you need to - but in the end, you take the proffered arm. No matter how much Dainsleif might want you to lie low and not attract attention, you can’t help thinking that causing a scene like that would be far worse than going along with whatever it is you’re wanted for up in the Akademiya. 

You do not know it at the time, but it turns out to be just another decision that will come back to bite you. 

As the two of you walk, Panah - that is the man’s name, you find out - sends a message up to the Akademiya proper via the system, to let them know that the two of you are coming. He seems almost giddy when he is done, a smile playing beneath the moustache.

“I was permitted to speak to him myself,” he says, and you gather from the excitement in his voice that whatever man it is you’re about to meet occupies a place of high honour within the walls of the Akademiya. You’re impressed by the technology; you can’t help thinking how useful it would be, if you and Dainsleif had such a way to communicate when you were apart.

He’s not going to be happy about all of this - but with any luck, this will be a quick thing for you to deal with and you’ll be able to rake in some glory and reputation in Sumeru so the two of you don’t have to worry so much on your journey. A lost dog, perhaps. A band of Treasure Hoarders who need to be taken out--

If you had one of those Akasha systems, you think, you wouldn’t need to be trailing up all of these steps. You bring this up to Panah, and he laughs, still riding a high from speaking to whoever it was he was permitted to speak to.

“Ah, don’t worry about that! You’re going to be very lucky - he told me he even has an Akasha terminal set aside especially for you, with a couple of brand new features he’s been wanting to test out--”

Later on, you’ll curse yourself for these words not setting alarm bells off in your head. But right then, under the bright Sumeru sun and with the freedom of a day in Sumeru without Dain’s occasionally too protective presence, you just laugh brightly and daydream about the knowledge your very own Akasha will place at your fingertips.

There’s a little bit of pomp and ceremony when you make it to the Akademiya proper; the other staff members and workers and students who have been assigned to help you are all excited and chattering as they wave Panah off and begin to lead you into the labyrinthine halls. It’s a beautiful building, to be sure - but it’s deceptively large, and after going through lifts and corridors and being taken through door after door you begin to lose sense of where exactly it is you are. You feel a brief flare of panic inside; you much prefer to be in places where you have an idea of how to escape, should the need arise--

But everyone around you remains excited about the great scholar you’re about to meet, and their smiles and pats and their wistful proclamations about how lucky you are serve to soothe the fear, just a little. 

“Here we are,” says one of them, stopping outside a great wooden door with a complicated series of locks on it; some of them are easy to understand (you know what a padlock looks like, after all), but others seem to be rather more high-tech than you’re used to. Whatever it is behind this door, you think, it must either be very important or very expensive. “Oh! We have your Akasha terminal--”

He reaches into the folds of his robe to produce one of the vine-like contraptions that everyone in Sumeru wears on their ears.

“This one was designed by him specifically,” the man tells you in awe, as he reaches over and affixes it onto your ear. “It has a few brand new functions that he wants help testing out, and he said that your experience would be a huge boon in working out all of the kinks--”

Ah. So that’s what he wanted your help with. You wonder which of your exploits it is that has made this scholar think you’d be a good fit for this kind of testing; you wonder, too, why Dainsleif wasn’t included in this idea. The two of you have done so much together, after all--

You feel a brief electric zap that seems to flash over your vision and down to your spine. A little noise in your ear, a sense of heat that lasts barely a moment - and then, the man is stepping away from you and giving a strange little bow.

“It’s working, I think,” he says, as he reaches into his pocket to turn a key, swipe a card, as his own Akasha pulses to life and some of the locks upon the door respond in kind. “Ah - I’m afraid we’ll be leaving you. His temperament can be a little unpredictable, and I’m sure he’d rather meet you alone--”

“That’s alright,” you say, smiling. You wonder what kind of brand new functions this Akasha system is going to have; perhaps something for combat capabilities? Wilderness scanning, to be able to identify poisonous herbs and dangerous animals? The big wooden door slowly creaks open, as the entourage who have guided you into the bowels of the Akademiya all disperse, leaving you alone.

“Come in,” calls a voice. 

The voice is familiar; somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know that you recognise it. A kind of low, smooth drawl of a voice, that shivers with suggestion as it calls out to you. But it is not enough to deter you, now you’ve made it all the way here. 

You step into the room, walking further and further into it to see that it’s a . . . workshop, of some sort. There are a few tables scattered with various tools, deconstructed machinery lolling on the floor and propped against walls. There are a couple of remains of Ruin Guards, but in Sumeru this is hardly a surprising sight--

The door slams closed behind you. You hear the click and the whirr of the locks resetting themselves, trapping you in here, but even then you still do not panic just yet. You are in the Sumeru Akademiya, after all - what horror could possibly befall you at the hands of someone so well-regarded, in such a beacon of wisdom and hope in the nation? 

That’s when you spot the bed in the middle of the room. 

Sterile white sheets, white metal frame, restraints at the head and at the feet. An IV standing proudly beside it; a table to one side that is scattered with, instead of tools and screwdrivers, medical equipment. Needles and scalpels and pill bottles. Your throat goes dry. 

“Ah,” there’s that voice again, and out of the shadows steps a figure. Your brain snaps into action sickeningly quickly; this is indeed a man you recognise. This figure, in his doctor’s coat and long boots, with his hair falling over a masked face-- “You’re just as lovely as I remembered you.” 

You crouch, your body primed, your position ready to jump to attention at any moment. You reach behind you to will your sword into your hand - if you incapacitate Dottore quickly enough, perhaps you can knock him out whilst you search his workshop for tools to help you break the locks--

“Oh, my,” he says. “Such an unwelcome reception, my dear. Still. That won’t be for long.”

“Open the door,” you snarl, through gritted teeth. “Let me out, and I won’t ram my blade through your throat.”

He smiles beneath the mask, the tilt of his lips almost fond. 

“There’s that lovely fire,” he says to you, in a pleased purr. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for you for what seems like forever.”

“I’m warning you--” Your fingers wrap around the hilt of your sword. Your breath comes short; your heart pounds. 

You do not truly know if you could take Dottore in a fight - he is ranked second of the Harbingers, after all, and you do not think such a position would be granted without some combat capability. But you have to hold fast to your hope - and without Dainsleif here, all you have to rely on is your own skills. What might happen if he does overpower you doesn’t bear thinking about--

(You’d noticed, the last time the two of you had met, the way his gaze behind the mask had lingered on the shape of your body. The way he had spoken silky smooth, shivering with intent, when he had addressed you. The way his leather gloved hands had felt, on your shoulders, lingering there as if they wished they could be somewhere else--)

“Ah, ah,” he clicks his tongue, chiding. “Now, darling. That won’t do at all.”

You realise too late that the Doctor himself is not wearing an Akasha system earpiece - but you are. 

And as you feel it pulse into life, as bright colours flash against your vision and you stumble, your sword slipping through your fingers . . .

Everything goes black.

“Now,” Dottore’s voice cuts through the blackness, as everything seems to slowly fall back into place like a jigsaw puzzle being re-assembled. “This might hurt a touch. Just a sharp scratch, my dear--”

You’ve been strapped onto the medical bed, just as you had feared. The straps are wrapped around your ankles and your wrists, binding you spread-eagle upon the thin little mattress. You can still feel the vines of the Akasha system wrapped around your ear, and your throat clogs with the fear of it - if it could knock you out stone cold, what else could it do? Your eyes flutter open, and Dottore pauses--

He’s leaning over you with a syringe in his hand, the liquid within glowing with the same blue glow as the earring he wears. As he sees that you’re awake, his mouth opens into a wide smile with just a hint of too sharp teeth.

“Oh!” He exclaims in delight. “You’re finally awake! My, you’ve missed quite the little drama.”

He carefully places the syringe down upon the metal table as he reaches over you and fiddles with some kind of control on the side of the bed. Slowly, it creaks upwards, propping you up a little so you are bent at the waist.

“That’s better,” Dottore coos. “Now we can all see one another. Look, darling. Your knight in shining armour.” 

Dainsleif. 

How long have you been out cold? How easy was it for Dottore to strap you onto this operating table - how deeply did the Akasha knock you out? 

Long enough for Dain to realise you were missing. Long enough for him to track you down - long enough for he, too, to be overpowered by the second Harbinger and find himself entirely at the Doctor’s mercy.

Your travelling companion sits across from the bed you are restrained upon, ropes tied around his broad chest to keep him lashed to a rusted metal chair. A gag has been crudely shoved into his mouth so all he can do is make a soft little distressed noise at the predicament you have found himself in; more ropes bind his ankles to each leg of the chair, just to ensure that he’s fully unable to so much as wriggle in his bindings. He stares at you, agonised. 

“We’ve been talking about everything I’m going to do to you,” Dottore hums - and something hot and sour crawls into your throat as he leans over, and his leather gloves caress your face like a lover and not like a madman. “Ah, sweet little traveller . . . I’ve barely been able to wait to get my hands on you. A pretty face like that, and that fighting spirit . . . Ah! You stick in a man’s mind.” His smile is just as wide and unhinged as ever as he taps your cheek fondly. “I don’t think your poor knight is going to enjoy it, but . . . well. I’m sure you will.”

You struggle in the bonds, as your strength returns to you. You try and use your not inconsiderable strength to see if you can loosen the leather around your wrists, as fear of the undercurrent of desire in Dottore’s words and anger at Dainsleif finding you like this and worry about Dain himself all war at once within you like a churning whirlpool.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you seethe at Dottore, tugging hard. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but it would be better for everyone if you just let me go now, and we can pretend none of this happened--”

Dottore throws his head back and laughs. 

“Oh,” he practically purrs at you. “You’re so lovely when you’re enraged. But . . . ah. No, I don’t think I shall. Now, my dear. How shall we start? A kiss, perhaps? Your lips have been haunting my dreams recently--”

“I’ll bite your tongue off,” you snarl, and though you cannot see Dottore’s eyes you can tell from the way that his face moves that he has raised his eyebrows. He lets out a low, silky chuckle.

“Ah. So that’s how it’s going to be. Well, if so . . .”

He reaches back over to the metal table, and in his hands now he lifts the syringe once more. He taps the barrel of glowing blue liquid once, twice, that infuriatingly calm and smooth smile returning to his face. 

“This won’t knock you out,” he tells you. “I want you to be aware of everything we do together, darling, so you remember how good it makes you feel . . . how much we belong together. But it shall . . . how should I put this? Take a bit of the edge out of you.” He leans in; finding the crook of your elbow, thumb smoothing softly and almost lovingly over the patch of skin. “I’d hate for all of your fire to go missing, but . . . perhaps we should at least dull your teeth a little, hmm?” 

Dainsleif makes some awful noise; a whimper crossed with a moan, a kind of noise you’ve never heard the stoic Twilight Sword make before, as the needle sinks into your skin with a sharp scratch. Panic flares in your mind white hot at whatever kind of concoction is being injected directly into your veins--

But the panic quickly dulls, as you feel the drug beginning to take effect. 

It adds a muzzy kind of quality to everything. You see Dottore and Dain before you - the Doctor smiling, Dain agonised behind his patch and gag and rope. You know that there is something terribly wrong with this scene, but your mind is too hazy to pull up the specifics. You go to open your mouth and put word to a question, but nothing comes out - your tongue is too heavy, your teeth feeling as though they’re in the wrong place in your mouth.

“Oh, lovely,” says Dottore with relish. “My, you took to that sedative better than even I hoped you would! Sweet dear thing, will you let me kiss you now?”

You know, in that hazy mess of your mind, that you do not want this man to kiss you - but as he leans forward, you cannot remember why. You cannot make your tongue move to say no, and before you know it a pair of lips have firmly pressed to your own, tasting of the smell of antiseptic and peppermint. Dottore kisses you as thoroughly as he does everything else - his mouth working against yours, sharp teeth tugging at your lower lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth and laying claim to the shape of it as if he is an explorer mapping out newly conquered territory.

From somewhere that seems very far away, you hear another angry noise, half groan and half moan. 

Dottore pulls back, his tongue tracing his lips as if he’s savouring the taste of you left on them.

“Even better than I imagined,” he murmurs. “But . . . ah, my dear, don’t you want to kiss me back?”

There’s a pulse by your ear. Your mind short-circuits - and then Dottore is leaning in again for another kiss, and without you sending a single signal to your body you are kissing Dottore back, your mouth working against his, your tongues twining with one another as if possessed by an unknown force. Dottore groans into your mouth, at the same time as one of his gloved hands comes to land on your thigh, bare beneath your skirt. 

You realise dully that it is the Akasha, taking control of your body; doing exactly what Dottore tells you to do.

If you hadn’t been drugged with the sedative that the Doctor had used, perhaps this realisation would make horror rise in you - it clearly does in Dainsleif, who struggles desperately against his bonds. But to you, in your current state . . . it is merely a realisation that washes over you like a cool stream. An inevitability. 

“Ah,” Dottore says, and he smiles something horrific and tender down at you. “We’re going to enjoy ourselves, aren’t we?” 

Those gloved fingers slide higher and higher up your thigh, the touch remaining soft. You think it would be better if he started pawing at you like an animal; if he ripped and tore at your clothes. Something about the softness of how his thumb moves over your inner thigh, the soft untouched skin there - something about the gentle way his thumb brushes over your underwear . . . that feels a hundred times worse than you could ever imagine. 

He sighs in pleasure. All you can do is lay there and take it; your wrists and ankles bound, your entire body prone, your veins numbed with sedatives. Your eyes seek out Dain’s across the room - and he looks at you, so broken that you think you will cry. 

Dottore’s other hand reaches up to the catches down the side of your dress. They are there to make it easier to dress yourself - catches and buttons up your spine are not helpful when you are alone or injured, and since you have found yourself in Teyvat you have been both of those things more often than you’d like to have - but you curse them, now, as Dottore’s other hand gently (oh-so-gently) peels them from your body and you are almost bare before him. Your nipples pebble in the cool air; your cheeks flush hot at how he tilts his head to look down at you. 

If you could see his eyes, what would you see written in them? 

“Oh,” Dottore is quiet when he speaks; appreciation dripping off every syllable. He moves his other hand away from where he’s been constantly petting at your sex through your underwear in order to turn all of his attention to your newly bared chest; you feel the hot flush across your collarbones at the sheer admiration that seems to ghost every movement. “You’re even more lovely than I could have thought.”

His leather-clad palms reach down, taking a handful of the soft curve of your chest; squeezing the half-globes in his hand, sighing happily at how they fit in his grip. His thumb and forefinger find the nub of your nipples, pinching one each until they stiffen and pucker beneath the attention and you squirm, a hot little bolt of lightning going straight from the place Dottore is pinching to the place between your thighs.

“You like that?” He murmurs, not missing the way you shudder beneath the attention. “Ah, sweet thing - has your knight not done this for you? Have you been saving yourself for me?”

Again, you can’t make your tongue form words; all you can do is let out a little whimpering moan of a noise that makes Dottore chuckle. It sounds far too close to affirmation for your liking, but what can you really do, as Dottore continues to pinch and pluck at your nipples and the warm zaps of pleasure and excitement continue to run hot in your veins? 

You can hear the way your breath is starting to come out in little pants; how it shudders in the air, heat coalescing between the bots of you as Dottore’s insistent pinches further cloud your mind. You can’t help the noise that falls from your mouth as he bends his head and applies his tongue just so upon one of the buds; as it swirls around it, suckling the nipple into his mouth, lathing it with attention that makes your back arch involuntarily. 

Dainsleif, still bound across the room, fights against the ropes once again and lets out a muffled noise of anger; words caught in the gag, vitriol spewed at the Doctor as he does whatever he wants to with your body. It is all for nothing, though. 

Dottore’s thumbs are hooking into your underwear. The thin cotton tears at the seams at only the flimsiest tug from the second ranked Harbinger, and then Dottore is looking down at your spread thighs and the folds of your sex on display for him and cooing at you so sweetly that it cloys. 

“Oh, darling,” he says to you. “You’re this wet for me?”

It’s not fair.

Frustrated tears rise to your eyes. In your current state, drugged and confused, under all of Dottore’s touches . . . your body has betrayed you. You know you’re wet; you can feel your own slick, oozing out of you, your folds wet with droplets of arousal. Desire to be touched warring with disgust for the man before you inside of you - frustration that you cannot so much as speak to put voice to your anger. Not even to beg him to stop. 

Hand on your thigh. Two fingers, deftly parting the lips of your labia so cool air hits the sensitive inner folds; the swollen bud of your clit, waiting to be touched, thrumming with excitement. A whine catches in your throat at the sensation of being studied like this; the way that Dottore is looking down at you like a wolf about to thoroughly enjoy his meal. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, again. “So much lovelier in the flesh.” He turns his head without turning his body, catching Dainsleif’s gaze. “Look, Twilight Sword. Ah. Don’t you wish you were in my position now? Aren’t you simply longing to have your wicked way with our sweet little Traveller?” 

Dain struggles desperately, the muscles of his shoulders flexing, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth working at the gag firmly pressed within it. You know that he wants to help you; that Dain would tear Dottore limb for limb for what he is clearly about to do to you, if only he could get himself free. 

But, too, there’s something in his eye that you do not want to admit to.

Shining bright behind the agonised blue is a palpable lust; a desire to be in Dottore’s place. You know that Dain would never hurt you - would never strap you to a table and use you against your will, you’re sure of it - but that look in his eyes makes you shiver. 

“Don’t worry,” Dottore assures him, turning back to you with that wicked smile on his face. “I’ll make sure you get to watch.” 

He eases the way his fingers are keeping you spread apart in order to be able to slowly slide his index finger through the valley of your sex; to wet his glove on all of the slick, to let it gather on his fingertip. He raises that gloved finger to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you as he tilts his chin back to savour it.

“Ah,” he says, as he tugs his glove off with his teeth. “Forgive me, my dear - I simply must feel you without them.”

His fingertips feel just as cold, as he touches you with them instead of the gloves. Your back arches again, though your own restraints keep you on the bed and stop you from being able to wriggle away from Dottore’s questing fingers even if the sedative hadn’t filled your limbs with honey.

Dottore lets out a soft chuckle at the way your body moves, another chiding click of his tongue. 

“Breathe out,” he advises you, as his finger circles your entrance, as his thumb finds the swollen pearl of your clit and begins to draw slow, firm circles over it. “It will make it easier, sweet thing--”

One of his fingers swiftly presses inside of you, punching the air out of your chest. You hate it, you think - you hate the feel of his slender digits pressing further and further inside of you, the feel of him crooking his knuckle just so that the bone rubs against a spot inside of you that makes you see stars--

It feels good, too. You don’t want it to. You don’t like how the feeling of him inside of you seems to satiate an ache that had started when he had rubbed over the seam of your underwear and kissed you and toyed with your chest. You don’t like that, as a second finger rubs around your entrance in preparation to be put inside of you, your breath catches in excitement at the thought of being stretched further.

“That’s right,” Dottore is murmuring, his own voice a little breathless now as excitement leaks into his tone. “Oh, you’re doing so well, lovely thing. Ah-- you have no idea how good you feel. Like silk . . . Thinking about doing this to you doesn’t at all measure up to the real thing.”

The thought of Dottore having these thoughts about you makes your heart twist. You close your eyes, just so you don’t have to see Dainsleif sitting across from you, watching you with agonised eyes as Dottore’s fingers make you feel a way you didn’t know you could. 

A few more months and perhaps you would have imagined Dain himself doing this to you - something more intimate than the shy, awkward kisses the two of you have so far shared, as Dainsleif silently agonises and worries about his body being tainted and his curse ruining everything that shimmers between the two of you like fragile gossamer. Perhaps then, it would have been slow and careful - Dain waiting for you to give the go-ahead, letting you lead . . .

That choice has been taken from you, now, as two of Dottore’s fingers scissor inside of you to open you up wide and his thumb continues to rub over your clit in firm, sure circles. The way that Dottore touches you would almost be clinical - designed solely to make you feel good, to prepare you for the inevitable stretch of his cock, to make sure that your slickness would provide adequate lubrication for the glide of the same - were it not for the bright mania that fills his grin as he stares down at you, watching your sex swallow his fingers with every wet, slick pump of his wrist. 

That is the look of a man very much enjoying what he’s doing to you. 

“Sweet Traveller,” he murmurs, low and cajoling. “I think you’re going to come for me.”

You have just enough control of your body to toss your head weakly, shaking it from side to side, your hair falling over your face. It does not hide the fact that your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are bright, that your chest is heaving as every rub of his fingers sends brand new sparks of pleasure careening to the middle of your stomach into a hot, tight ball. 

“Oh,” Dottore’s voice is laced with faux sympathy. “That wasn’t me asking, darling. Come for me.”

Another zing; a zap, a pulse, where the Akasha terminal is wrapped about your ear--

And your body twitches and pulses under his command, as the hot tight ball of want inside of you seems to get a signal from the terminal that now is the time to explode. You don’t know how to explain it; the way that your mind seems to contract at the same time as your body, and then you are panting and whining helplessly as shivers rack you underneath Dottore’s twisting wrist, his insistent thumb. 

He lets out a sigh of pleasure as he pulls back, his fingers glimmering wetly with your own orgasm. Again, he lifts them to his mouth; again, you see a sharp flash of teeth as his tongue traces his own digits and he savours the way you taste on his tongue. 

“That’s more than enough,” he says, pleasantly. He looks at Dainsleif, the blond all wide-eyed and desperate and seething with hatred, and gives him another smile that is like the edge of a knife. “Don’t you think so, knight? Ah. Don’t you think it’s time for me to take them fully?”

Dainsleif struggles again, and Dottore laughs like a creaked, rusting hinge on a sharp iron gate.

“I don’t want to hurt them,” he says, syrupy sweet. “Oh, they mean more to me than that. I merely want them to understand how badly I need them . . . and how good I could be for them, too.”

The sedatives in your system do not allow you to fight back; to bare your teeth and growl and tell him you could never imagine how he could possibly be good for you. But though your mind churns with these thoughts, your body is still not quick enough to respond - your veins still weighed down with honey. Too tenderly, Dottore reaches for your face; traces his thumb over your cheekbone.

“We are going to consummate our mutual adoration,” he tells you, and he reaches for his fly. You hear the buttons of his placket undo as if you are somewhere very far away, button sliding through button hole. Dottore sighs happily as he repositions the table and himself, making sure that Dainsleif has an even better view of the way that he slots himself between your thighs. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel Dottore’s cock slap against the bare skin; the wet, slick head of him, as he rubs it over your own soft inner thighs. You burn with humiliation, as the wet pap of him slapping the cockhead against your cunt echoes in Dottore’s workshop, and the Doctor keeps smiling as if he’s enjoying himself terribly.

“How about,” he says, loud enough for Dainsleif to hear it, “before we begin, you tell me what I want to hear, Traveller?”

You blink at him slowly, as he pushes his hips forward, and the head of his cock catches on the ring of your entrance; as your body clenches and puckers, waiting for him to move further forward. You wish he would just get on with it, but at the same time you wish that this wouldn’t happen. If you were fully in control of your body, you’re certain you would be struggling and sobbing and spitting - but you are not.

“Oh,” he murmurs, syrupy sweet. “You don’t know what I mean? Darling, let me say it a little simpler whilst you’re still all addled from me making you come . . . Loud enough for the Twilight Sword to hear, now. Why don’t you tell me you love me?”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

It’s not really silent; there’s a buzzing in your ears, there’s a constant hum from the machinery that surrounds you both, there’s the sound of three people breathing within the room, panting and seething and hating . . . but that’s how it feels.

You would never tell this monster you loved him.

But Dottore is still looking at you, his cock still pressing against your entrance, his head still tilted to one side, his mouth still quirked in a smile - and there’s an eager kind of obsession in his gaze, as if he thinks you might actually get the words out--

The pulsing in your ear. The flash across your brain. You can’t breathe; you can’t think, through anything but the sudden desire to tell the Doctor who’s about to ruin you that you love him.

Your tongue is slow. Heavy. Your voice echoes too loud around the room.

“Doctor . . .” Dainsleif lets out a pained whine behind the gag. “I-- I love you--”

“Oh, good-- well done--!”

Dottore pants in wild pleasure at the sound of your voice, the way it sounds desperate and reedy not with hate, but with feeling. He cants his hips forward, still too wild - and your head falls back, a whine escaping your slow-tongued mouth as his entire cock sheaths itself inside of you in excitement.

It’s easier to close your eyes.

You do not want to see Dainsleif, over Dottore’s shoulder - the disappointment and horror and despair that’s written clear across his handsome face. He must have seen the Akasha pulse, he must know that you would never say such a thing of your own volition - but that doesn’t stop the fact that you did say it, and he did hear it. Eyes squeezed shut, the feel of him inside you is all the worse; the way you can sense your body tightening around him, the feel of being stretched wider than you’ve been stretched before.

Dottore’s pants do not let up; there’s a desperation in him that you would never have thought the Doctor possible of - bringing a horrifying kind of truth to all of those things he had said, all of the ways he had stared at you. Perhaps it is more than just lust--

And that makes it all the worse. 

His hips judder against yours in desperation, his white coat rustling as it rubs against your own bare body. One of his hands explores your chest, even as he keeps rutting into you; thumbs pinching at your nipples, palming at your hips and your waist and your chest, as if he cannot truly believe this is happening. 

He is undone, like this; and you cannot quite believe he is letting you see some of those walls fall down. There is no more the strong, smooth Doctor - the one who could raze cities to the ground if he so chose. There is a man; a man who is fucking into you, a man who wants to have as much of your body as he can, a man who seems to want to devour you. 

You cannot believe he made you say that you love him. The Akasha upon your ear feels like a parasite, worming its way into your psyche, taking complete control of you. You think of Dainsleif, forced to watch, and a juddering sob manages to tear itself from your throat. 

Dottore kisses your cheek, the tears catching on his lips, his tongue tracing the saltwater tracks. 

“Don’t fret so, darling,” Dottore murmurs, against the apple of your cheek. “It’s alright . . . Doesn’t it feel good?”

It doesn’t - and it does. You don’t want to admit to the way that his constant thrusting and the grinding of his pelvis against your still-swollen clit are working together to make your insides churn, your body feverishly hot and confused. Your breath comes out in pants that match Dottore’s own. You can’t come for him again, you simply can’t - it doesn’t matter, you try and tell yourself, that there is heat bursting anew in your stomach. That it is not really because of Dottore, but natural biology--

You came earlier, yes, but Dottore told you to; used the Akasha against you. If you came now, without him forcing you to, it does not bear to think about - it doesn’t bear to think about how Dain might react, if he watched you come of your own volition under Dottore’s fucking--

No matter how sternly you try to speak to yourself, one cannot stop biology in its tracks.

Dottore’s pelvis batters against your clit; Dottore’s cock bullies itself mercilessly into you, as if it is trying to make you mould to the shape of him. With each thrust, it rubs against spots inside of you that your own fingers have never been able to reach; ones you had never realised would feel so good. You try and tell yourself, over and over and over, that you will not let yourself come for Dottore.

But your body betrays you.

Your body betrays both yourself and Dain, a man who you had always thought would be the only one to ever do this to you, though you had not let your fantasies yet get further than a hand over your dress, skimming your bare thigh. You come for the second Fatui Harbinger, as he continues to fuck into you with wild abandon - and this time, you do not even have the Akasha to blame it upon. 

Your wrists are still held either side of your head by restraints; all you can do, as the spasms of pleasure resonate out from your sex and into every other part of you, is dig your nails into your palms. All you can do is let out a heavy, slurred whine-moan escape from your parted lips. All you can do is take it - come for the Doctor, the way he always knew you were going to.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his hips double their speed, desperately rutting into you. “I didn’t even have to tell you to, that time - you want me just as badly, don’t you? Oh, sweet thing, don’t worry, I’ll give you everything I have--”

His words are slurred too; he is too far gone within the euphoria of finally being inside of you. His hips rock into you, harder and harder, his cock twitching wildly as he hisses out your name.

He comes inside of you with a wild bite into your bare shoulder, grunting and groaning, more animal than scientist - proof that, beneath it all, he is just a man. He remains there, humming into your skin, his cock softening inside of you. His tongue licks across the bite on your shoulder as if he wants to remember the taste of you.

“Why,” he says, a pleased hum in the back of his throat. His cock twitches. “I think I might even do that again--”

There’s a knock on the door. 

You are still too out of it after what Dottore did to you to register much beyond his frustration that he is being called back to Snezhnaya, now of all times. An awkward assistant, unsure of what they’re supposed to be doing, lingers by Dottore’s side as the Doctor grumbles under his breath and pulls your clothes back on over your bruised body, his come still leaking out from between your thighs.

“I’ll see you again,” Dottore says to you, with a smile, as he brandishes another syringe. “Oh, I won’t be forgetting about how much we shared any time soon, darling. You’ll keep me warm many a cold Snezhnayan night.”

The syringe is brought up to your elbow; the liquid injected directly into the vein once again. You barely have time to wonder what he is injecting you with this time before the heaviness of unconsciousness begins to blur the corners of your vision. 

Dottore strides across the room to Dainsleif, another syringe glowing within his gloved fingers.

Before you slip into oblivion, you watch Dottore roll up Dainsleif’s sleeve, and you hear him say this;

“Now, I’m sending them back with you, Knight - but you won’t soon forget, will you, that they told me that they loved me?”

You slip into the abyss.

You wake back up at the camp you and Dainsleif had established, on the edges of Sumeru, as safe as the two of you could find - as if absolutely nothing has happened. 

Oh, there’s the lingering reminder of Dottore - there’s a soreness to your thighs, there are bites on your shoulders, there’s a muzzy headache from the drugs and the way he had used the Akasha upon you . . . but other than that, there’s nothing. The system itself isn’t even attached to your ear any longer.

Dain, too, has reminders of the ordeal upon him - rope burn on his wrists. A burning look in his eyes when his gaze falls upon you that makes your insides crawl in fear, lest he be disgusted by you now - lest he never want to look at you again. Perhaps, you think wildly, he is going to cast you away - say that the two of you can no longer travel together, accuse you of being damaged goods . . .

It does not end that way.

Dainsleif stares at you across the clearing after waking up, as if he is trying to sort all of his thoughts out. His fingers twitch, his eyes raking over you desperately - and then he has moved, lightning quick, and his arms have wrapped around you and you are being crushed against the weight of his chest.

“I thought . . .” He whispers into your ear, his voice so broken it makes you ache. “Oh, I can’t believe he would . . . I’m so sorry--”

“You couldn’t have done anything,” you whisper to him - relieved to find that your tongue and your throat are once more capable of working. You reach up to touch his face, and Dain groans, torn between leaning into the touch and pulling away as he so often does, so worried that he’s somehow going to taint you.

You’re not sure if you could ever feel more tainted than you do right now.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” his voice cracks. Dainsleif is normally so stoic and solid; you cling to him as you journey through Teyvat, relying on him. Seeing him like this makes you ache.

“You won’t,” you reach for his hand, take it gently and place it over your collarbone, shivering at the touch of his glove on your skin. “See? I’m still here.”

Dain sighs again, his lashes fluttering closed against his sculpted cheekbones. He murmurs your name again, so softly you can barely hear it; and his fingers slide along the imprint of that same collarbone, to your shoulder, until they find the place Dottore had bitten into when he had come.

“I can’t bear seeing his marks on you,” he whispers. “I want to scrub you free of every touch.”

You close your own eyes and let yourself be lulled into Dainsleif’s arms; you let your head rest against his chest, you let yourself be comforted by the familiar scent of him. His fingers don’t stop tracing the bite marks, his touch getting more and more agitated. 

“Dain--” You murmur. You’re suddenly so tired. You know you were just unconscious, but that’s not the same as getting real rest. This morning - or was it this morning? How long were the two of you really with Dottore? How long had it been before Dainsleif had come to find you? Whatever the case, it seems a hundred years ago now. 

You wonder if Dainsleif would mind if you fell asleep on him, right here. 

“Please,” Dain’s lowered his head now. His breath flutters against your ear; delicately tickling your ear. “Let me . . . Let me make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine,” you murmur, but it clearly means a lot to Dainsleif, and you do not mind the gentle touch of his hands as they smooth softly over the places Dottore has bitten, the places you have bruised. Dainsleif has lost so many people, after all - you do not blame him for wanting to check on you. You nestle your head under Dain’s chin and he takes a shuddering breath, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Do I still smell like myself?”

“Don’t joke,” his voice breaks. You don’t know how else to cope with it; the thought of Dottore’s hands all over you, the reminder of what the Doctor took from you. Dain’s hand slips under the bodice of your dress.

You go all-over cold, all-over still.

Dainsleif doesn’t even notice. His hand gently travels further down, further down, squeezing the weight of your breast in his hand. Your fingers twitch where they lay against him, cradled as you are in his arms - but Dainsleif is still murmuring to himself now, lost in a frenzy of his own thoughts, and for the first time you feel afraid of him.

“Dain--” You try to say, throat clogged. “Dain, don’t--”

“Please,” he repeats, ragged. “I just . . . I need to touch you. I need to know you’re here. I need to know he didn’t--”

You can’t do this. Your heart jumps into your throat, a sickening thumping beat as Dain’s thumb rubs a circle over your nipple and traitorous body, it responds to him just as it had to Dottore.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“I love you,” Dainsleif whispers, broken into your ear. “Let me . . . I won’t hurt you . . .”

His other hand, pulling you further into his lap. Holding you spoon-fashion against him, like a lover.

You wouldn’t complain, ordinarily. 

But now . . .

All you want is for him to hold you. All you want is for him, you think, to kiss your forehead and reassure you and take care of you. The way his hands keep travelling over your skin - the other is kneading at the flesh of your thigh now, his breath coming in those same great shuddering pants as if he doesn’t have full control over his own body right now. You whimper aloud as his hand brushes further, further--

You’re not wearing underwear. Not after Dottore had torn it at the seams. 

Dainsleif sighs.

“It killed me seeing him touch you,” he whispers into your hair, dropping a kiss onto the top of your head, disgustingly tender. His fingers are petting at your folds, his arms iron-tight like the ropes that had wrapped around him earlier. He doesn’t notice that you’re trembling; he ignores the soft little entreaties you do manage to get out. 

“I can’t,” you say, as Dainsleif tugs at your nipples.

“Dain--” you whimper, his fingers spreading the lips of your sex apart.

“Not yet,” you beg, as he drops a kiss over the bruising bites Dottore left on your shoulders.

“I wish I could cover you with myself,” Dainsleif says, as he continues to use his mouth and his fingers and acts as though he does not hear a word. “But . . . oh, I don’t deserve you . . . Not yet . . . Please, let me make sure you never think of him again--” 

It’s too much. Too much, too soon, your body churning with feelings and your mind churning with thoughts that you can’t yet put in place, because Dainsleif is touching you and not listening to you and you wonder if this makes him just like Dottore, in his way. 

You think about yourself, in Sumeru City, your smile bright, laughing off his concern - and you think about Dainsleif now, his touch so possessive and so desperate that he’s going to cover the bruises Dottore left with bruises of his own.

“I’ll be fine,” you had said. I can take care of myself. 

Dainsleif takes care of you, when you cannot; when you are injured or sick or lost. You have always had him to rely on; your travelling companion through Teyvat, as you desperately tried to make sense of the world that you have found yourself in. 

Here, though . . . 

You think, as the tears roll down your face, you could do without Dainsleif taking care of you like this. 

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Could you make a reader child who is khaenri'ah? Let's say that the reader travels alone, is independent and strong magician/witch even though she is very young. What would the interactions with the other yandere survivors be like? Yandere : Dainsleif, pierro and kaeya (add more if you want and thank you). I like your writing is entertaining.

A Flicker in the Ruins

Synopsis: A child should not wander alone. But you have never been just a child, have you? Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dainsleif, Pierro, Kaeya, Albedo, & Capitano x Khaenri’ahn Child Reader)

Dainsleif- The Cursed Guardian

Dainsleif is the first to find you.

You are no more than a flicker in the darkness, a stray ember in the ashes of a fallen kingdom—yet when he sees your golden eyes, the remnants of old magic still clinging to you, his resolve shatters.

He doesn’t speak immediately. He simply watches, expression unreadable.

But his silence is not empty.

It is heavy.

"You should not be alone," he finally says. His voice is firm, but there is something raw beneath it.

You glare at him. "I can take care of myself."

Dainsleif kneels before you, leveling his gaze with yours. "That is not the point."

His hand reaches out, but he does not touch you.

Not yet.

"Come with me." His tone is steady, but you recognize the weight behind it. The command.

You take a step back, magic crackling at your fingertips. "I don’t trust you."

For the first time, something in Dainsleif’s gaze softens.

"Then I will simply have to earn it."

And when he rises, there is no doubt—

He will.

Pierro- The Chessmaster's Gambit

Pierro does not find you.

You find him.

It is a mistake. A foolish miscalculation—you were not supposed to draw attention, not supposed to linger in one place for too long.

But the moment Pierro lays eyes on you, something shifts.

"You are far from home," he murmurs, stepping closer.

You tense, ready to flee. "I have no home."

Pierro hums, studying you. "That is a lie."

His gaze sharpens. "You are Khaenri’ahn, are you not?"

Your breath catches.

His expression does not change, but his voice drops lower.

"It is foolish to wander alone, child."

You clench your fists. "I don’t need anyone."

Pierro sighs. "You are strong, I do not doubt that."

And then, for the first time, his mask cracks.

"But even the strongest can be taken."

You do not know why, but those words make your blood run cold.

Kaeya- The Brother That Never Was

Kaeya does not reveal what he knows immediately.

He sees the way you hide your origins, the way you mask your presence, the way your sharp eyes scan your surroundings as if expecting danger.

He sees himself in you.

And that is dangerous.

"Quite the little traveler, aren’t you?" Kaeya grins, crouching beside you.

You scowl. "Go away."

Kaeya laughs. "That’s no way to speak to someone who’s looking out for you."

"I don’t need you to look out for me."

Kaeya’s smile doesn’t fade, but his gaze darkens.

"No," he agrees, almost amused. "But I think you need someone to remind you that you’re not alone."

Your fingers twitch, magic pulsing at your fingertips.

Kaeya leans in, voice soft—dangerously so.

"Would you like a brother?"

Your heart stops.

Kaeya knows.

And he is never letting go.

Albedo- The Scientist's Obsession

Albedo is fascinated by you.

A child, alone, with raw Khaenri’ahn magic? It is impossible.

And yet, here you are.

"You are an anomaly," he states plainly, sketching rapidly in his notebook.

You glare at him. "I’m a person."

Albedo pauses. Then, for the first time, his expression wavers.

"Of course."

He shuts his notebook, his eyes lingering on you, calculating.

"You should stay with me."

You shake your head. "I don’t trust you."

Albedo tilts his head. "You misunderstand. It is not a request."

And when he reaches out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, you realize—

You were never meant to leave.

Capitano – The Unbreakable Shield

Capitano does not hesitate.

He sees you, recognizes what you are, and immediately makes a decision.

"You will come with me," he orders.

You snarl. "Like hell I will."

Capitano does not waver. He does not falter.

Instead, he kneels before you, voice quiet—

But absolute.

"You are alone," he states, as if it is fact.

You do not respond.

"You will not be alone any longer."

His words should feel like a threat.

And yet, they feel like a promise.

Your hands tremble. "I don’t need you."

Capitano’s massive hand settles gently on your head.

"But I need you."

And when his grip tightens, unyielding, you realize—

There is no escaping him.

[jessamine-rose]

*cries* I thought I would be done with Dainsleif after writing Phantom Pain but no…….I still have Dainsleif x Demon! Reader brainrot orz

A YouTube playlist, Dainsleif art in my Twitter likes, an IG folder of fashion inspo for Demon! Reader, a drawing of Demon! Reader, a cameo in another AU, a fcking WIP for Househusband! Dainsleif—WHEN WILL IT END ( ´△｀)