#yandere dainsleif/reader

[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]

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!!

[brynn-lear]

Reconteur || Yandere!Dainsleif x Reader by @harmonysanreads fanart <3

Prompt: 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.

[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.

[throwaway-yandere]

𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)

a/n: I love Dainsleif with every fiber of my being, do you guys know that? Anyways, just like all Dain-fics, this one has illustrations (I hope they give Fairytale book vibes). I’d like to thank @meimeimeirin cuz this was an idea we were laughing abt at 4am and somehow I made something out of it HAHA.

Unreliable Synopsis: “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will experience the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, "princess" (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?” 

CW: light yandere themes, fairytale!au just for the hell of it. HURT/NO COMFORT. Late/Advanced happy birthday, Dainsleif.

"The destined knight is late," the great dragon clicked his tongue. One would expect that an inferior creature such as an ugly duckling would quake and shrink while perched on the Dragon King's hand. But their expression was nothing short of serene. There is a veneer of calm that the great Dragon Ongri did not overlook. 

The "duckling" had the eyes of an old gentleman with worldly disinterests. 

He was longing for death.

��nce upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who was abandoned by both their siblings and mother. Oftentimes, he was pecked by his peers, sneered into thinking his big head and scarred face. were both a reason for his survival and misery all the same. The ugly duckling thought himself unloveable no matter where he went. The small waters he was born in had no room for miscreation, and when he traveled to an elderly's house elsewhere, the chickens thought him useless and undesirable. Normally, the story would've been a happier bedtime story if he had gone to meet the Royal birds and begged for them to end his life. Maybe then, he would've realized that he had not been a duck but a swan all along. But alas, our poor ugly "duckling" found his feet at the hands of the great Dragon King- Ongri's mercy.

"Will you kill me?" The ugly duckling asked calmly. "You need to release your anger, and I can be but one of many casualties."

"I am not a creature of impulse."

The divine dragon scowled. "After Bars' and Fein' deaths, the concept that this realm dubs as Time and Moments is now under my jurisdiction. I've no use for wasted breaths."

As it happens, the dragon was in a troubling situation. There is an immediate need for a substitute. Sensing the urgency of fate's call, Ongri unleashed an ancient incantation. Feathers singed into flesh, wings clipped into arms, and in a burst of radiant light, the "ugly duckling" was reborn as a human knight. His body had scar-like spots from the Divine Dragon infusing him with magic, albeit the metamorphosis was far from flawless. Even as a human, he was imperfect. Mysterious dark blue "burn lines" traced his neck and arms. With the new human's eyes still closed, the dragon spoke to him, the last for a long time: "Forget your past and this whole affair." He commanded. "Go, find and protect your princess."

It mattered not if this was the last breath Ongri would tell him, besides…

When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves.

“(Y/n)…”

“It’s me, Dainsleif… Can you… still remember my voice?”

“…”

“I… understand that once a person reaches this stage of the curse, their senses get muted. The remnants of those who once dwelled here must have been the catalyst of your ailments worsening..”

“… I’m sorry. I am incredibly sorry that I found you at such a later time. It did not occur to me that you would be here in the Chasm.”

“In our next fairy tale, I’ll—”

“No… I cannot subject you to any more empty promises… But know this:”

“I will keep you safe from now on.”

“So, do not leave my side ever again.”

And the new knight opened his eyes.

Memories of the dragon vanished from his mind. He was now a being of larger flesh and bones without recollections of his past. Should another human take his shoes, they would know that it was a fresh awakening. His first breath tasted like rich champagnes. Golden. Even the sun shone in such resplendent light that made the world seemingly revolve around him.

His legs wobbled. Sliding onto the grassy area, he caught a sight of his hair. Blonde. Like hay— they were golden threads silkily strewn about. He soon noticed that the rest of his complexion was a light pinkish-hued color, as did the hands that prevented his head from taking a serious fall.

The reborn “ugly duckling” may have forgotten why, but he felt alienated from his own body. And he has the Divine Dragon to thank for his new vessel and plain armor.

“Help! Someone, HELP!!!”

His ears perked up. It was a scream with a fervor of a “damsel in distress”. Vent clamor as she may with her whole throat, nothing would come out of it.

But fate will not allow this untimely demise. Quick on his new feet, the new knight dashed towards the sound. No cavalry— just a single determined mind. After running for some time, the unnamed knight did not come across any souls. 

That is, until he found the young maiden he was “fated” to save. She was on the ground, clinging into her wrist as though she burned her hand. In the ground laid an iron sword, begging to be drawn.

At the sight of the wild animal bearing down on her with frightening speed, the “knight” took her weapon and charged towards the scene, raising it in front of the menacing beast. He gazed at the bear that towered over him, displaying its slobbery maw and long, pointed claws. The untamed creature snarled and dropped to strike. 

Perhaps the Divine Dragon saw his noble pursuits, perhaps he was naturally gifted in combat, but the bear was unable to rake the man’s body. Miraculous it was that not a single nasty laceration was left on his person. He lacked the strength to take it down in one fell swoop, but the speed he had made up for it. Like swans that swerved through the wind and flow of water, he dodged all its attacks. With a few strikes from his blade, the bear falls...

He breathed out, shaking in his boots though he tried not to show it. Straightening his body, he met the maiden’s gaze. His blue eyes met hers in a piercing gaze, nearly taunting her as his new opponent. The young lady exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

“T-Thank… you…”

Subconsciously, he circled the shoulder that recklessly swung the sword around. The new “knight” tilted his head. For what? He wished to ask, but words did not come out.

“For saving me, of course.”

The maiden gracefully stood. Her garments had lost some of their value due to the soil and dirt, but she herself was not affected in the same way. She exuded a fierceness that suggested anyone who ventured to hurt her would be receiving more than they bargained for. Instead of tucking her hair to the back, she pulled them forward, hiding her ears.

“Do allow me to introduce myself, kind knight.” She cleared her throat softly. “You may call me Princess (F/n), daughter of King Regan and current crown princess— heir to the throne upon the late Prince Pierre’s demise. May I know your name?”

…

… Silence…

The princess tilted her head. 

"... Does my savior have a name?"

"... Name?"

The young man paused.

He couldn't remember his name. In actuality, he had absolutely no memory of anything. His mind was a bottomless pit with little to no air. With wide eyes, his hand moved slowly to around his neck. The act of conjuring up his supposed name left him terrified for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Does he… not have a name?

“... You must be joking.” The princess deadpanned. “How can one not have a name? Were you not baptized under the Divine Dragon’s light?”

She sounded incredibly upset by this fact. Whatever she ranted on about, it must be a human tradition. 

“Do you not know how important names are—” The princess sighed, “Never mind. I shall assume you are one of those orphaned folks. Besides, if what you say is true, bestowing you a new name is a power much more potent.”

“I… want a name.” The man spoke up rather shyly, voice almost inaudbile.

"I know, I know… Huh, I usually take names rather than gifting them," the princess chuckled. She seemed wholly aware of his dilemma. "Hmm… Let me see…"

She examined his features closely. He was dressed in the traditional knightly fashion, albeit slightly altered. The holy kingdom's knights, of course, never donned masks—especially not half of one. He was strange, but there was an innocent genuineness about him. The blonde man doesn't have a polished appearance. He looked like a lost duckling.

It was rude to stare at the peculiar blue wounds on his face far too long so the princess’ eyes trailed above his hair.

"Leaf…" She pointed upward. "Leaf."

The knight blinked.

What a peculiar sounding name.

"Understood." He nodded and bowed politely. "I shall now be referred to as Leaf."

"No, I meant��" The princess cut herself off and chuckled. "Oh, well. I meant the leaf on one's head. But certainly the name Leaf does suit you fine."

“Do place your iron sword away, Leaf.” She added, cringing. “It is unbecoming of a knight to point a sword to their princess.”

“May… May I ask as to why you were attacked by a bear?”

“Quite bold of you to inquire a royal about a recent assassination attempt,” she humored him with a smile. He safely assumed she would not enact punishment for his assertiveness. “If you must satiate your curiosity, it is exactly that. An assassination attempt. They believed since my brother had fallen so easily, I myself must be an easy game since I adore wandering around the forest.”

“And they seem to be right,” Leaf muttered, wittily referring to the incident prior that arranged this fated meeting.

“Oh?” She scoffed, her polite smile remaining intact. “You’ve quite the tongue. Are you from the valleys?”

“I do not know.”

She squinted.

“Hmm, I see.” The princess exhaled and shook her head disapprovingly. “Then I am to presume that I should also use my wits to cleverly weave a background for you much like your name, Leaf?”

“You wish for me to serve you, that I can tell, and for that to happen I would need your equal assistance,” Leaf spoke solemnly. “I do not recall anything of my past, but you can always make one for me.”

Leaf knelt in front of her. Silence ensued.

“You are deadly calm for a man who wished his history be erased…” The princess muttered.

Leaf was a strange man indeed. He was perceptive, yet he spoke like fate’s pawn. That is to say, the princess noticed he only ever says the truth. His countenance conveyed little desire to adopt rebellious ideologies. To be honest, there was nothing in those contrivedly starry eyes. It was bare. A false sky. 

It almost made the princess worry for his lack of self-preservation had she not been the same. Lies were always at her hands’ disposal, and she greatly hoped it was not what her heart would contain in her last pages. She didn’t wish for a life of deceit. The princess's survival solely comes from her ability to “doublespeak”.

“I see your promise. You are made of self-mettle. Although your blunt tongue may mar your fortunes sooner before you could gaze upon His Majesty, I wish to prescribe you with new duties.”

She took a deep breath.

“This directive shall not be withdrawn in the name of the Divine Dragon. Leaf, a young knight from the Valley of Gaciea who will shortly be appointed retainer to the Royal Highness, Princess (F/n), kneels before me. Until the end of time, he shall be my sword, and I will be his master. Will you keep your word and uphold the oath— the promise?”

“I will.”

Not a moment did he hesitate. Not for a second did he think there was more to life than this. It was nearly bitter. His life sounded so simple to her tongue.

But it was a contract nonetheless. 

A promise that must be fulfilled.

“I find myself stirred in restless days without you my by side. You haunted me so diligently this past 500 or so years.”

“Humor me, won’t you… my b-beloved?”

“Why have you hid away from me? Why did I have to find you in this state? Furred and mute. Didn’t you take a breath to think about how much your pain would mean a greater weight for me? Have you not a second thought about how much it pains me to see you like this— bearing the fangs of the abyss and the claws of the cursed…?”

“The only sigh of relief I can release is that at least in this new sky, Ongri— no, he calls himself Zhongli these days— would get between us no more.”

“This new fairy tale… For how long do you expect me to keep this promise, (Y/n)? How many more stories must we get through for us to reach a happy ending?”

“Please… I’m begging you… Say something!!!”

“…”

“… Speak… Please… Anything…”

“Tell me about our past rendezvous. Seduce me with your musings. Anything… can't you try, just for this special day?”

“Please… don’t turn your mask away from me…”

“Do you find time to flow as quick as the waters by the stream? I am inclined to believe this sentiment. I find it astonishing that we’ve spent eleven or so moonshines joined at a hip. Time ages us but we are none the wiser.”

Leaf grunted, heaving Princess (F/n)’s inventory as she spoke. He didn’t seem distressed by the weight and his princess appeared not at all troubled as well. At least, that what it seemed on the surface. Royals must make their superiority known. Leaf knew (F/n) wanted to also carry some of the bags, but he refused.

There were several notions Leaf refused that noon. When (F/n) entertained the thought of going out as herself and by herself, he disapproved with haste. Leaf had to know where she’s going, who she was going with, what she’s going to wear— just about everything. His voice alone overwhelmed the princess enough that you’d mistake him for the king. The knight practically ordered what she would wear and what route she’d have to take if she wished to see the ongoing festival. 

Being herself was a safety hazard and being alone by herself was a death wish.

To his eyes, at least. He had always been a twinge too overprotective.

It was a hectic morning with a picture-perfect, almost cliche scene of bustling streets and frolicking kids on a medieval setting. While children would swerve around adults' legs to avoid getting tagged, adults walked slowly to hear each gossip. One kid had nearly hit the princess herself, but Leaf would not allow it.

Leaf pulled (F/n) away by putting an arm over her waist. The smell of her sweet perfume surprised him. Her smell reminded him of the forest. For the knight who professed to guard her innocence, her warm body lightly pressed against his was a fleeting but almost immoral moment. He set her down slowly, gasping quietly. The princess chose not to draw attention to the troubled expression on her most reliable retainer.

It was better not to acknowledge his growing romantic interests.

To her, he is only a sword.

Even if he is a friend, at the end of the day, he’s only a weapon to be used.

The princess quickly pulled the cape down further to hide her face— mostly her ears. For reasons unknown to him, she seemed to find that part of herself worthy of great insecurity.

He cleared his throat, face dusted in a pink hue.

“You say that time affects you, but you haven’t aged a day.”

The princess laughed.

“Finally, a compliment from a man as stoic as you? Oh, what a day to rejoice!”

Leaf shook his head with a small smile.

“I had given you one on several occasions.”

“That may be true, but random bouts of flattery from you are scarce.” The princess hummed. “I vaguely recall how getting anything out of you was like trying to get a frozen little duckling to quack. Who am I? Your mother duck?”

The smirk on his face was quick, but (F/n) definitely saw it.

Several staff once questioned Leaf’s ability to speak. Many, including (F/n)’s father, were convinced he was mute. Everyone in the castle knew of the princess’s peculiar tastes and thought Leaf’s recruitment was a mere byproduct. His masked appearance and strange scars added more fuel to those rumors. When Leaf defended (F/n) from another assassination attempt in front of the king and inquired about her condition, King Regan nearly toppled from where he stood. 

After being bombarded with questions, Leaf merely said he refrained from speaking since he saw no use if he wasn't talking to the princess herself. (F/n) still finds it absurd that she has to give orders for him to talk to other people.

For Leaf, it was simple: he just didn’t see the point of forming other interpersonal relationships.

(F/n) was the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Only her.

Only she is worthy to serve and protect.

“You truly are like a little duckling following his mother’s tail,” Princess (F/n) sighed. “But you have vastly improved in our time together. That, I can commend.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Leaf laughed softly, mocking her tone in his signature subtle way. “Oh, what a day to rejoice.”

She playfully gave him an elbow nudge. “Do not copy me, Leaf.”

“My apologies.”

Princess (F/n) was meandering around because the harvest festival was drawing closer. With her own eyes, the princess intended to see how her people were faring. Rarely did she change into a more "common" outfit and styled her hair with simplicity. Though, if you were to ask Leaf, seeing her in her most simple clothes made her far more youthful than the garbs and crown that wrinkles her smile to a frown.

“Madame, would you be interested in buying your lover here a brooch?”

Both of them stilled as a merchant called out. The undercover royal pointed to herself.

“Yes, yes, of course I’m talking to you, gorgeous!” The merchant grinned. He had silver hair that slightly covered one of his blue eyes. “Do you want matching rings instead? We’re selling for fifty percent off!”

Leaf’s gaze was stern. Despite his reservations, he knew the merchant as Alfstan, another young knight who hailed from a family of vendors. Two moonshines ago, Leaf was (forcefully) placed on training duty and had the fortune of mentoring this aspiring knight. 

Mind you— nothing was particularly dubious of his wares. Leaf just simply despised having another man brazenly take your attention away. He did not find their previous exchanges pleasant. Not when Alfstan often joked about replacing his position one day.

What hubris.

While he busied himself glaring at the poor man, the princess awkwardly laughed and dismissively waved a hand. “Oh, no, he and I— we are not—”

“Haha, I know, I was just pulling your leg, Your Highness.” Alfstan grinned, giving Leaf a quick nod. “Morning, Sir Leaf! Were you showing the princess around?”

“Shhh! Be quiet!” (F/n)'s eyes widened.

He protectively wrapped an arm around (F/n) again, this time far more confidently. 

“Yes.” Leaf spoke, voice as solid as his resolve.

“Mind if I tag along?”

His stare sharpened. “I would very much mind, now return to your stall.”

The princess shook her head, poorly judging her retainer’s possessive words as acts of protection. Instead, she dwelled on their attire. “Drats, was our disguise that fragile?”

Alfstan assessed her from top to bottom, which made Leaf even more tense. “Eh, you’re really gorgeous that no cloak can hide your beauty, Your Highness.”

“I have to agree,” Leaf said stiffly, clearing his throat. “Perhaps I should hide her in a hay sack. WIthout your prying eyes.”

(F/n) raised an eyebrow. “And what? And be suspected of kidnapping me instead?” 

Leaf shrugged. “Does that sound like an offense I would commit?”

Alfstan rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. Besides, the only way you wouldn’t get caught is if you hid her in something as small as a teapot.”

And he would be right. But it will take eons to prove those suspicions as truth.

“Going back to your wares, Sir Alfstan,” (F/n) digressed. “These iron-framed tassels, are they made by your hand?”

Alfstan's respect for the princess grew.

“Yes, how did you come up with that conclusion? Most passersby believed I had ‘em commissioned from the East.”

(F/n) smiled crookedly. Leaf caught a glimpse of discomfort, but it was gone in a bat of an eye.

“I… I admire your skill with molding iron.” To the untrained ear, (F/n) sounded flustered and embarrassed. To Leaf, he was certain that she was unsure of herself. “It is commendable, how you smith your very own weapons, that is. I know many of our soldiers come to you when their blades are chipped.”

“You’ve heard of my skills?!” Alfstan beamed proudly. “Really?!”

The princess nodded. “Y-Yes…”

It was odd. Despite her high praise, her wariness remained. She looked at the blonde man. “He had also made your new Ulfberht sword too, right? It certainly pierces much better than his old one.”

Leaf didn’t bother with a reply, Alfstan made it for him.

“Yes, Your Highness. I thought it would make for a thoughtful birthday present!”

“Speaking of presents…” The princess gazed down, analyzing the items he sold once more. “What do you recommend as a gift for someone important?”

If Alfstan was elated by her earlier compliments, he could practically jump over the moon at her newest proposition.

“Oh? OH?!?”

Leaf gave (F/n) a strict yet gentle glare.

“Your Highness…”

“I still won’t let it slide!” (F/n) huffed. “I couldn’t possibly be satisfied with just new sets of armor. Alfstan, by my order, suggest a pleasant gift for the stubborn knight beside me.”

“On it!”

Without delay, the two bent down to select the ideal accessory for the man who vehemently refused. Alfstan was the only one touching the gems and (F/n) refrained from doing so. Tiny flecks of gold and iron infused the tassels, but she feared she would handle the stones carelessly.

Leaf palmed his face with one hand as the two chattered. Still, despite Leaf’s disapproving looks, he finds (F/n)’s enthusiasm to make him happy a wonderful notion in itself. To think that (F/n) would continue to insist on a present for a birthday that had since passed… She was more stubborn than he was.

“So troublesome…” He muttered with a soft smile. “I see no point in this, Princess (F/n). Serving you is a miracle enough itself—”

“Halt! Speak no more, Sir Leaf!” (F/n) exclaimed. “There! That one, Alfstan— that gem resembles his eyes, does it not?!”

“You have great tastes, Princess (F/n)!” Alfstan nodded eagerly like a motivated student. “That does look like his shade of blue— and so quick to find it among the pile, too! Are you sure you’re not some sort of custodian of natural treasures?”

Princess (F/n)’s awkward and stifled laughter can be heard again.

“What? Haha, what nonsense.” She shook her head. “Everyone calls me Princess (F/n), any other name would surely sound terrifying and mismatched.”

A nonanswer, but that made the conversation more humorous.

“Here you go!”

Alfstan reached his hand out with the tassel. (F/n) stared at him, silent and unsure. He blinked and snapped his fingers.

“Oh, right, you need a box— my deepest apologies, I was too caught up in the moment!”

The princess sighed in relief.

Leaf crossed his arms. “You’re doing well for your first time setting up a stall, Alfstan.”

“This isn’t my first and you know it, Sir!”

(F/n) laughed.

The merchant wrapped the gift she brought with care. The hush looms large around them as the merchant boastfully goes about his business, his tone comforting to her ears. The Princess walks over to the gift box once the merchant has finished. She can't help but smile because she can feel the tassel inside.

“Not exactly a surprise since Sir Leaf is here, but the packaging adds some charm, right?” Alfstan asked.

The princess couldn’t hold back a smile as she looked at the knight behind her.

“I think most of the charm comes from the person who’ll receive it,” (F/n) chuckled.

“Don’t you think so, Leaf?”

She wouldn’t know. And she’d never know a lot of things.

She never got the chance to ask her most precious knight if he liked that gift.

And she never will. No matter how many days, months, years, centuries— eons Leaf would wait, he would never hear the princess ask that same question again after this.

It would not matter if he was a judge, a prince, a knight, or a mere animal— it did not matter how many sweet new styles he would take. In the end, his arms will always be empty. Everything was pre-ordained. Dying in his arms, whether it’s slow and painful or mercilessly quick— will remain as the last line. He will always hold on to your corpse, warmth draining. 

This was your fate, (F/n)— no, (Y/n) (L/n).

This was just the first of many branches of the Irminsul. The first of its many reiterations, possibilities, or better yet, alternate tales or "universal resets". 

Princess "(F/n)" coughed, wetting the side of her lips.

"I haven't been able to p-personally attach that tassel on your s-sword, b-but… but I can spare you enough seconds to fly away…"

"Don't make haste!" Leaf gritted his teeth as he applied some pressure down her stomach. "This is not your decision to make!"

She didn't reply to his desperation, but she silently disagreed.

In her palm was the tassel, out of its box. The blue threads darkened with the taints of her blood. The metallic scent was nauseating. It weaved in a disorganized fashion around her fingers. 

What a beautiful and tragic loom of fate, to love someone you were bound to hold with ruin. 

It would’ve hurt less if it weren’t in his colors too.

"This marks the worst day of my life," the “princess” smiled, tucking the stray hair behind Leaf's face. "And even if given the opportunity, I wouldn't dare c-change not even a minute detail about it."

As if she— as if you— have the power to change destiny.

You're not a descender.

You're just a pawn.

That's when Leaf realized how fragile life ultimately was. With the curse undoing itself, he recalled and reflected on his animal days. He understood the Divine Dragon's intense frustration over a lowly duckling's will to perish. The curse of becoming human meant knowing the greed men had, but also the beauty of their kindness. 

His small bird heart was not meant for this much sorrow. His life was meant to be simple. To learn that he was not a duck, but a swan. 

How was he supposed to cope that the woman he had sworn to protect was not human, but a fae?

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the king would sooner disclaim his paternity than allow the crown princess (F/n) to truly lead— but they never had any real reason to support the king for this. The princess’s words were always more kind and ponderous than that of her supposed father’s. They thought him mad. They thought him deplorable. They thought him old and senile.

But he would not be king if he were not sharp.

Why, oh why, would the princess make great efforts to constantly hide her ears? Why would the princess utter roundabout ways in speaking her “own” name? Most of all, why would the princess fear the touch of iron?

There was a simple answer: she was not the princess, but a liar.

And yet, Leaf was the sole person who did not care, for he thought himself as the worst sinner or “quack” in comparison.

The kingdom won't learn the full truth for some time after this, but the fae made a bargain with the real princess. The real princess would elope with a farm boy and, in return, the fae would take her name. The trade was not malevolent. The two women were secret friends since childhood and neither wished the other harm.

But the townsfolks had little patience. They would sooner throw pebbles and stones than kneel for a false princess.

The moral of the story, like most Brothers Grimm’s fairy tales, was simple: virtue will be rewarded, iniquity will be punished. The storytellers do not care beyond that, no matter how dark it sounds to the children who will hear it. The fae lied, therefore the kingdom shall rightfully punish her.

They better thank the dragon they oh-so admire that the court fae did not think themselves evil. They better sleep soundly, knowing that they have slaughtered a well-intentioned guardian.

For he will not and never will.

Not even with a change of title, name, and universe. Whether the land he walked on was called Gaciea, Fodlan, Belobog, the Continental, or Teyvat— what the world steals from him, he promised to take back.

There the two were, back to where it started. The same forest and patch of land where the bear had attacked her. Fate had a funny way of telling tales. Leaf can only scoff at how unimaginative it could be, sometimes. 

Why couldn’t fate think of more comfortable deathbeds for the one he loved?

"You cannot allow this! I cannot allow this!" The knight gritted his teeth. "You will not die— you cannot die. You and I have a promise… You cannot break that one promise!!!”

“(F/n)” grinned.

The look in her eyes disturbed him.

She knew. It is finished. She knew that it was the last page of the book. Just living in these immortalized pages for the fae was well worth the want she had wanted.

“Consummatum est.”

Consummatum est…. 

Leaf gasped shakily.

“Did my life… even have meaning to you as well?”

Her expression was enough to tell him the words “who knows?” She surely did not. Her mind was buzzing and her thoughts were fizzling out. No one knows anymore. Maybe the Divine Dragon would but he would not accept any offering or prayers for these two heretics.

This is fine… He’ll forget his tears soon, surely…

He’s only a sword at her side… She never asked him to be anything more…

He should be okay, once she’s gone…

She grinned, lifelessly tracing her thumb across his cheeks. The curse is undone. The loom of fate was slowly disintegrating. Soon enough, he shall return to his original form. That of an animal. That of an ugly duckling. That of a swan who will forget his human memories. 

It is finished.

On the book’s final page, there is only ever a fae’s corpse and an elegant bird watching over them. With its wings clipped back, curiously watching the light leave their eyes, he will return to the nearby riverbanks and forget what had happened. As retribution for stealing another’s identity, there will be no one left to remember who she truly was.

And that was all there was to it.

With the fae banished, the Kingdom of Gaciea lived happily ever after. THE END.

Dainsleif closed the book and lovingly looked at the “person” beside him in bed. He stroked the “person”’s light brown hair— its color reminiscent of the bear he had slain in his first life.  It’s a shame he had to reunite with you in this condition. But it’s not like he would stop loving you. He doesn’t care if you’re a fae, a sinner—

Or a hilichurl.

He scooted closer beside you.

"So, does the story ring any bells, my beloved?"

Zhongli, upon recalling what happened and the curse he had inflicted on both of you to fulfill some children’s fairy tale, sought the “ugly duckling” and the “false princess”. Retired as he is, he cannot undo the fate you must play nor terminate his contract with Celestia. For consolation, he merely offered the Khaenri’ahn a teapot. Unlike the Chasm, the teapot was forever peaceful and serene. The brightness of lumenstone ores was not as comforting as the adeptal light that peeks through the drapes. This is your current place of residence. Whether you liked it or not.

"To think Nicole would entail the story of our past life." He laughed softly. "And these names... Hah... Are those the best she could conjure up to bypass possible erasure…? I suppose I should still thank her for her best efforts. I can see how challenging it would be to document our story, given how we lived through so many resets."

There’s a slice of cake paired with wooden utensils on the nightstand. If your mind had not deteriorated, you might’ve assumed they were gifts from the aforementioned Nicole and the Geo Archon. Unfortunately, forming a coherent thought required a mental fortitude akin to iron. You currently do not have such willpower. 

“Alfstan— no… Halfdan was right. There will come a time that he’d protect you from harm and not I…” Dainsleif mumbled defeatedly, his eyes burning with tears he couldn’t let out. Far too tired to dwell on it. “He must’ve forgotten his old jests in his previous life because as far as he’s concerned, he’s simply doing his duty as a Black Serpent Knight…”

He pecked your forehead, closing his eyes.

"Did you remember, my beloved? Vacation may not have any business being in my vocabulary but it is my birthday today…" Dainsleif leaned his forehead against the cold stone that covered your face. "I know you— do not feel guilty over your lack of gifts. It is not as if I bothered to count my age since the cataclysm. I didn't want to celebrate this occasion for the past five centuries. Not when you weren't at my side..."

The blonde man turned his gaze to the floor.

How many times will he have to “reincarnate” just to see a happy ending for the both of you?

"Happy birthday… to me…" He sang weakly. "Happy birthday to me…"

The man— the former sentimental judge— the former tyrant prince— the former "ugly duckling"— and now the current bough keeper, observer of fate in this new fairy tale, trembled…

“Happy birthday, happy birthday…”

… And sobbed.

You, in your ungreedy husk of a body, tilted your head in innocence. Pain coursed through every nerve now that the Abyss Order’s cleansing equipment broke. The man before you was no different from the shadows you fought and hid from that would terrorize the dark and cold places in the Chasm you’ve instinctively called home. But somewhere deep down, you carried a complex weight that hilichurls wouldn’t normally have. 

That weight was a human emotion dubbed as "pity."

You pitied the shadow that loomed and embraced you.

And your lone reluctant arm that wrapped around him was enough to make him fully break down.

His throat constricted as he cried into your inhuman shoulders. Your scent was like that of a wet duckling, and he preferred that over the blood that disgraced your form several "fairy tales" ago. Dainsleif caressed the golden band on his finger. It was the most important ring between the two that Pari Zurvan found him clutching whilst unconscious in the wilderness.

At the very least, you were safe.

And you being alive today was a good enough present for him.

You tilted your head down, feeling his warmth one last time while Dainsleif took a deep breath, singing with more air than a proper tune.

Though it was barely discernible, he could just about make out the words you muttered a phrase from the old language of Khaenri'ah. Or at least, he deluded himself that that was the case. In his catatonic mind, you spoke the words:

Happy birthday, my beloved.

"H-Happy birthday to me…"

Taglist: @pix-stuff @sagekun @vennnnn-diagram @dilucragnidvr @tnsophiaonly @lsleepysimpl @kitkareen @dxprived4-starboys

[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]

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]

⋆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

♱˚⋆

♡ 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.

[throwaway-yandere]

Considering to the current 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 poll results, this is the last fic to be uploaded...

𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)

Unreliable Synopsis:  “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will follow the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, young (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?” 

Content Tags/Warnings: nothing (?) cuz I would never hurt my husband fr (will update if it does lmao)

Upload Date: TBA, approximately December 28, 2023 (8PM, Thursday, UTC+8)

It's here

[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?"