#yandere columbina x reader
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If it's not too much, can you do a fox hybrid/foxian soldier! Reader that works for columbina, arlecchino, jingyuan?
And don't forget to eat three times a day and drink enough water!
Sure, hope you'll enjoy😁
Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder
Columbina: You don't really work all that much, she has stationed you outside her bedroom door, you are to protect her mansion should it ever come under attack. You never really do anything tho since who would be foolish enough to attack Columbina of all people, she who can rival gods and has a high political power in Snezhnaya.
Columbina adores your ears and tail, at some point she will drag you into her room and tie up your hands to the bed, she will hum a tune as she lay there petting you ears and cuddling you, this should be your new job, free of stress and full of her.
"My beautiful dove, how come you aren't talking to me, you wouldn't wanna make me mad now do you"
Arlecchino: She doesn't think you should work as a fatui soldier at all, just look at you, you are so fluffy. Nope, she gives you work at the orphanage, no one will stop her if she relocates you, you are a mere soldier and she is the top dog around here, you will listen to her or face the consequences.
Arlecchino let's the kids play with your ears and tail, it gives her a warm feeling seeing you spend time with them, she herself plays with your tail when you two are alone, don't you dare struggle for she is not afraid to hit you to make you obedient, you are hers, nothing will change that.
"Truly foolish if you to think I care about what you want, you are mine, now come here so I can pet you or face the consequences"
Jing Yuan: He always has his hand on you, whether he has time off or is working he will always have time to have his hand on your head and play with the fluffy ears, it's relaxing for him having something to do at all times, he has trapped you with working for him forever, you will never escape him and no one would believe you if you revealed what he is doing.
Jing Yuan also likes to nibble the ear when he is feeling lazy, seeing you blush and stammer, trying to push him away is always a sure way for him to get back his energy, he doesn't regret a single day now that you are by his side, and you will stay by his side until death do you part.
"You have no idea what you do to me, you make me crazy just seeing you, make me completely lovestruck just by hearing your voice. I can't believe you're mine"
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Platonic yandere fatui(plus the tsaritsa) thoughts? Doesn't matter if reader is young, teenager or adult lol
Once again going purely off vibes bc we don’t know much about most of them!
Just gonna write small excerpts for each of them but feel free to request more in-depth hcs for any of them! Scaramouche already has a full set here! 💕💕
Pierro is the strict father figure. What he says goes and will be obeyed without question. If he tells you to stay with one of the harbingers for the day then that’s where he expects to find you. When he gets to spend time with you himself though, he’s a lot softer and happy to do whatever activities you would like to
Capitano is like a second shadow. He doesn’t really interact with you face to face, preferring to stand nearby and watch over you like a guardian. The type of friend that scares off people who make you uncomfortable except 10x scarier
Columbina is the clingy best friend. She’s practically attached to your hip at all times and loves to drape herself over you at every opportunity. She gets super pouty when you pay more attention to others in her presence
Arlecchino is the doting older sister. She brushes your hair for you, she makes you breakfast, she escorts you if you’re going out anywhere. But she also likes to keep you on a strict routine and doesn’t take nicely to transgressions. It’s for your safety after all
Dottore is the scary cousin. The one you dread to spend time with because he’s always up to something and insists you help with his schemes. Sometimes he makes you sit and watch whilst he does autopsies on the recently deceased, and you could swear some of them look eerily familiar
Signora is the pampered friend. She likes to show you off by walking side by side with you. But not before she’s picked out what you’re wearing, and done your hair and makeup. She wants to be seen with you, but you have to match her standard. You have to show everyone why she’s the only one fit to stand at your side as your dearest friend
Pantalone is like your rich best friend that buys you whatever you desire. If you look at anything even a fraction of a second too long, Pantalone will have his wallet out before you can blink. He’s also definitely not above bribing people to stay away from you if he doesn’t like them hanging around
Sandrone is the smothering mum friend. She pampers you and loves to dress you up and just sit around with you. Doesn’t let you do anything yourself in fear of hurting yourself and insists on leaving everything to her puppets
Tartaglia is like the fun older brother. He already has experience looking after his younger siblings so you’ll be joining them. He likes to take you to fights to show off but won’t let you try incase you hurt yourself. He is fiercely over protective as well, anyone who dares to even look at you wrong can expect to be on the wrong end of his bow
The Tsaritsa is like an overprotective mother. She fears for your safety out in the big scary world, so she keeps you safe in the expanses of Snezhnaya where she and her trusted harbingers can watch over you
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Guide to Surviving the Yan Harbingers.
Play nice with Columbina, but not too nice. There’s a happy medium that she wants you to situate yourself in. On one hand, it would displease her greatly if you were to ever clearly express your distaste. Still, it would ruin her fun if she acted like a totally lifeless doll. She delights herself in seeing the frustration dancing within your eyes. The way that you seethe internally, acting oh so hard to keep it together in the face of such dire circumstances. In a most innocent tone, she’ll ask provocative questions crafted to make you stumble. Isn’t Scaramouche so impossible to please? Dottore an amalgamation of ego that you’re forced to endure? Columbina knows that by phrasing it like an inquiry, social etiquette will urge you to respond in some way, and forces you into a waltz where the tempo is always off. She adores the way you dance for her. Don’t worry, she’ll stop you before you say anything too damning; if you get in trouble with the others, it means she won’t get to see you as often...
Don’t flinch at the cold kiss of metal caressing your skin upon Sandrone’s prompting. She settles for nothing less than perfection when it comes to her work. When it’s her turn to have possession over you, you’ll be invited into a workshop that few if no one else has ever seen; discarded mechanical limbs littering the floor that you must step over. The creations lying within might look familiar, she tells you. And indeed they do. Atop a crudely shaped torso, with frayed wires poking out from what should be the shoulder socket if traditional anatomy was observed, is a head boasting unblinking eyes the same shade as yours. It’s a work in progress — a love letter to her favorite muse. A croaking voice box whirrs to life within the hollow husk, staccato-like syllables stringing together as the machine says it wants to be just like you. Sandrone claims her little project has been begging to feel your skin as of late. You’ll let it, won’t you?
Know that if you reciprocate Signora’s affection in full, you might just get burned. Ice is not always meant to be thawed and she is proof of that. You stoke embers within her that she long thought were locked away by the Tsaritsa’s gift, and in doing so, unwittingly place yourself in danger. Signora knows her accursed physiology well enough to sense this. Hence why she treats you with such biting apathy. You are to sit quietly in her presence so she can retain control over herself. If she’s in a good enough mood, you’ll be allowed to entertain yourself with books or other silent hobbies. Still, despite the precautions, her gaze always ends up drawn to you. She’ll part her lips, considering possibilities too good to be true. Thoughts of having you brush through her hair or humming the music she heard in better days of her life tempt her. When you meet her eyes, her face hardens, and she asks who permitted you to do such a thing. Signora learned from her past that feeding the flames never ends well.
Exercise the utmost obedience with Arlecchino. Her commands are absolute and meant to be followed to the letter, even if they make your life more difficult in the process. She’d rather not acknowledge that the others — underserving as they are — hold any sway over you. To do so would surely stir up strife. She orders you to take off Pantalone’s many adornments in her presence, to scrub your skin raw until Signora’s noisome perfume no longer permeates your skin. This inevitably leads to problems anyway, with you at the unfortunate center. Arlecchino has you traipsing across a tightrope to satisfy her wishes. She firmly believes that you’re wasted on the others. If she had total control over you, she knows she could make not only herself happy, but you as well. In fits of frustration, she’ll tell you that they put so little consideration into your wellbeing. You wonder if she’ll ever examine her own actions with such scrutiny.
Seek out Scaramouche even when he acts like he wants nothing to do with you. It was almost a relief the first time he shooed you away — in your naivety, you thought you’d get a well-deserved break from dealing with these impossible creatures. When you actually went to dismiss yourself, it soured his mood for the rest of the day. No, this isn’t what he wants, you realized as your fingers hovered over the doorknob. He wants you to fight back. Tactfully, of course, it wouldn’t do for you to backtalk openly. It flatters him greatly when you persist in staying with him, despite his persistent prickliness. Say that if it pleases him, you’d love nothing more than to spend just a few more minutes in his presence, should he be gracious enough to the grant privilege. He’ll make a big show of sighing and making it seem as if he’s begrudgingly accepting your request. If you insist, he’ll tell you. You can tell you’ve done well by the grin he’s barely able to suppress.
School your facial expressions in the presence of Dottore, who doesn’t take kindly to any perceived criticism of his dubious morality. While you’re only able to comprehend a fraction of his mad lectures, what he speaks of disturbs and chills you to the bone, keeping you away at night as if someone was holding your eyelids open. However, he doesn’t want another critic. He wants you to be left in awe over his uncontested intellectual prowess. It must make the minds of his cohorts look dull in comparison, he figures. A transcendent mind such as his has got to earn your admiration. Dottore feels you’re his cute little pupil. When you appear confused by the depth of his designs, expect him to cling to your side even longer, he won’t be content until you sufficiently understand. This is more of an excuse to talk to you longer, especially since your attention is always in high demand.
Always wear the gaudy gifts that Pantalone insists on bestowing you. Not only must you pretend to be grateful for the displays of profligacy, but you must act excited too. It's enough to antagonize what few shards of pride you have left to cling to. He’ll clasp necklaces around you that feel tighter than a noose, set crowns on your head so heavy with the burden of their jewels it becomes a struggle to look anywhere but the ground. You’re cursed to feel his presence even in his absence. It’s a bitter reminder that at this point, the only thing you’re missing is a collar. The others share your opinion and are free to voice their dissent while you must bite your tongue almost hard enough to bleed. Signora says something daintier that complements your complexion would be better, whereas Scaramouche longs to rip the ostentatious ornaments from you entirely. Pantalone just chuckles and says it’s your decision. Don’t you like his gifts? Always nod when he asks you this.
Be wary of accepting Childe’s supposed sympathy, for he is just as guilty in your subjugation. The best actor is one who makes you forget you’re watching a play. As a mere member of the audience, it is never your place to express dislike of the script, no matter how much the characters on stage oppress you. Childe sets himself up to be your favorite by playing your advocate. He’s not against your suffering, so long as he gets to be the balm that makes it all better. He affirms the thoughts you hold prisoner in your mind, for if you were to speak them, there’d be hell to pay. Makes jokes about how creepy Sandrone’s predilections are or how impossible it is for you to please Signora. Not him, however, he promises that there’s no need to be so on guard in his presence. It’s so tempting to buy into it. You’d do well to remember he is not the ally he portrays himself to be, he’s every bit of an enemy to your self-interest as the others.
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how to defeat a giant | yandere! fatui harbingers x reader
content warning: none
summary: due to dottore's carelessness, he broke a glass jar while experimenting with toxic gasses and now the gasses a spreading throughout the castle.
note: I finally wrote part 3, yay. I've had half of it written for months but didn't know how to continue it, so I gave up. but I finally finished it, yay. I'm not sure if it's going to be all that good though and so sorry for the lazy ending, I did not know how to finish it. but anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)
taglist: @kaveh-is-pretty @nomorefstogive @frankypasta @salacun @teal-aurora
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the sky was falling.
you were sure of it and afraid. the dark, star-less sky was falling, growing closer and closer to the ground, and soon, the sky would meet the earth.
you pressed your palms against the cold window and looked up, frozen and afraid, what can anyone do in a situation like this?
perhaps you could stop this from happening if only you had your power, but alas, that was in the past, you've changed and no longer wield the power that made you special.
"no..." a stray tear left your eye as you moved away from the window and towards the door to your room, you knocked, gently at first but as time passed it became more frantic and rough.
you began to feel faint, and your knocking became harder and you began to cry, "please, open this door! please someone- anyone! open the door!"
no answer.
you cried harder, the side of your hand becoming sore from banging on the door, you knocked and cried for quite some time but never gained an answer which led you to back away from the door and sit beside the window again.
you felt terrible. you rested your cheek against the window and cried, watching as the sky fell.
...
"what have you done, dottore?" PIERRO questioned dottore as DOTTORE passed out gas masks to all of the present harbingers, "there was a small incident." dottore replied.
COLUMBINA giggled as dottore tried to water down the situation before them.
"small? soldiers are fainting from that gas- some are in critical condition, what do you mean small?" SANDRONE snapped at dottore, as she slid the mask onto her face.
"this is a first. nothing like this has happened to me before-"
"mistakes from you will not be tolerated. some soldiers are barely breathing and delirious due to your mistake, nothing like this will happen again, understood?" pierro narrowed his eyes as he watched dottore humbled himself and nodded, before saying "of course, lord harbinger."
columbina messed with the straps on her gas mask as she asked, "do you think the gasses have reached out mag-"
"has something happened, where are all of the soldiers?" asked PANTALONE as he entered the castle, pierro quickly pulled pantalone in and shut the door behind pantalone, "we cannot let the gasses reach the town if that happens, we will never hear the end of it."
columbina tuts, after being cut off but didn't attempt to speak again.
"gasses-?" before pantalone could ask, dottore handed him a gas mask and with no questioning, he slid it over his face, "what gas? what has happened?" pantalone asked, and before dottore could explain, sandrone said, "dottore made a mistake, broke a jar full of toxic gasses, its harming harbingers and yet he doesn't seem to... care that much."
pantalone nodded slowly, his eyes roaming across the room slowly, but his majesty was nowhere to be seen, "where is our majesty?"
everyone paused, silence overtaking them before dottore said, with a scoff, "don't worry, our majesty is in the safest room of the castle, the gasses wouldn't be able to reach our majesty so soon."
"we don't want the gasses to reach our majesty at all!" sandrone was on the verge of ripping her hair out from the frustration she felt.
"we should check on our majesty..." columbina butted in, as she tugged at the straps of the gas mask, harder.
"do you know the side effect of the gasses, dottore?" pantalone asked, and dottore shook his head, "I know nothing about the gas, I was merely messing around when the jars broke."
"so... you were just playing with toxic gasses-"
"yes."
sandrone released a sigh, as she turned away from dottore, her frustration apparent as she clenched her fist. columbina grinned at the chaos, "how long have the gasses been flowing around?" she asked.
"for more than two hours now," dottore replied before sighing, hard... he believed everyone was completely overreacting.
"we must check on our majesty... just in the case that anything has happened, " pantalone said before he turned on his heel and began to walk up the staircase which led to your room.
the front door opened once again, "hey-!"
pierro pulled CHILDE into the castle and shut the door behind him, before handing him a gas mask, "what's this for?" childe asked as he slid it onto his face.
"dottore... released toxic gasses into the air," sandrone briefly explain and childe laughed, "really? I would have never expected that from him."
"me neither," columbina grinned and childe quickly looked over to the corner where columbina was resting and cringed slightly as he nodded.
...
"your majesty...? if you don't mind, we're coming in," pantalone warned but gained no response. pantalone opened the door and looked in, you weren't by the door or on your bed.
you were by the window, on the ground. pantalone fully entered the room and dottore followed after him. "you said our majesty was safe-"
"perhaps our majesty is resting," dottore said, trying not to worry pantalone as he turned you onto your back.
the gas had definitely reached you.
he could tell, from the way you were twitching and choking on your drool, the way your eyes rolled back into your head, and the way you were barely breathing.
dottore turned to pantalone, and tried his best to remain calm as he asked, "go back down and get a gas mask for our majesty, do not take your time."
pantalone was quick to leave the room and go down the stairs, to see that CAPITANO and ARLECCHINO had arrived, "I need a gas mask for our majesty."
pierro handed a gas mask to pantalone, then he went back up, just as he was walking up the stairs, capitano asked, "is our majesty not doing well?"
"I'm sure our majesty will be fine," pantalone replied but his voice was laced with uncertainty, which caused capitano to follow after pantalone.
pantalone reentered the room and capitano followed after him, "here," he handed the mask to dottore and dottore put the mask onto you.
dottore connected his and your mask (let us all pretend that something like that exists), so that his oxygen would become your own so that you could regain consciousness soon.
you choked before a small cry left your lips, pantalone kneeled to your side and ran his fingers across your arm, "are you feeling well, your majesty?"
"...sky... the sky, " you choke out as you attempted to sit up but dottore stopped you, mumbling for you to relax because you didn't feel well.
"what about the sky, your majesty-"
"pantalone, our majesty is already confused and you are making our majesty even more confused." dottore grumbled before lifting you into his and handing you over to capitano, after unconnecting your masks.
capitano took you down the stairs, "the sky... sky," you continue to repeat and in response, capitano hushed you, saying, "your majesty, calm down... you're confusing yourself."
"lay our majesty onto that table," dottore said to capitano, knowing he couldn't take you into his laboratory, so he settled for the dining room table, "and get a blanket for our majesty," dottore said to childe who idly sat on the table.
capitano placed you once the table and you tried to sit up once again, "the sky... it-" capitano gently placed a hand onto your shoulder and with a gentle push you lay motionless on the table.
"the sky..." you mumbled idly, weakly reaching out to sandrone, who looked over to you anxiously, she quickly made her way to your side and took your hand into hers, "what's wrong, your majesty?"
but you didn't reply but continued to mindlessly mumble on about the sky. what was happening? why do you feel so bad? why are all the harbingers leaning over you with worried expressions?
"our majesty will be alright, with time, surly the side effects will fade off, our majesty's immune system is far stronger than the average human's immune system" dottore tried to calm the others, though his words didn't seem to calm them at all.
"i can't believe this!" sandrone grumbled, her fists tight as she narrowed her eyes at dottore, "this wouldn't have happened if you were a little more... more careful!"
seeing you so weak... disheartened sandrone.
"hey, you heard dottore, our majesty will be fine. just give our majesty some time to come around," childe stood at the edge of the table, a small smile on his face, as his hand rested upon your ankle, as he tried to comfort sandrone though his words didn't seem to reach her.
"what...? what's happening, where-" you pushed yourself up slowly, eyes squinted, vision blurred and hands shaking.
"your majesty-!"
"sandrone, quiet." pierro held a hand up, to silence her or anyone else who would attempt to speak.
you were silent, staring off past the harbingers and at the wall. your lips parted and breath uneven. "pierro- tell me what's happening," you commanded as you ran your fingers across the gas mask on your face, "wh-what is this?"
"dottore released toxic gasses into the air as a result of him carelessly messing around with the gasses in his laboratory." pierro replied, his tone sharp as he glanced back at dottore.
"forgive me, your majesty." dottore apologized, his eyes closely watching you as you looked around at all the harbingers.
columbina sat down beside you, her cold fingertips running across your skin, as she felt for your pulse and smiled.
"now, your majesty, you were saying something about the sky... do you remember what you were talking about?" pantalone asked.
"yes..." you started, as you tried to get off of the dining table but capitano grabbed your arm and pulled you back to where you were once sitting, "the sky... was falling. i saw it," you told the harbingers.
"falling? is that even possible?" arlecchino asked, and dottore shook his head, "completely impossible. perhaps the gasses reached her sooner than i initially thought it had," dottore mumbled to himself but sandrone, being so shaken up by what had happened, said, "this is terrible! You're just terrible. you've caused our majesty unnecessary suffering... thanks to your carelessness."
"have I not apologized countless times?" dottore asked, his eyes narrowed at sandrone, "if you hadn't been so carele-"
"stop it- the both of you. do you not realize you're making this about yourselves other than our majesty? both of you, come with me" pierro grabbed dottore and sandrone by their arms and with a less than polite grin, excused the three of them.
columbina grinned as dottore and sandrone got pulled away.
the remaining harbingers sat in silence.
childe sat at the edge of the table, his hand rubbing your ankle. to childe, it was an honor to touch your skin... your perfect skin... heck, it was an honor to even be able to serve you.
arlecchino was admittedly quite angry though she made no comments. how could dottore be so careless... our majesty could have died because of him... how dare he. she stood at your side, her hands pocketed in an attempt to look composed but by the way she was biting her lip, it was obvious that she wasn't at all happy with what happened.
capitano was at the side of arlecchino, he silently stared down at you, he was just grateful that you were okay. things could be worse. but they aren't and he's grateful for that. he wanted to hold you again but he knew if he did, he'd end up never letting you go.
columbina was sitting at your side, her cold fingertips grazing your skin, as she hummed to you. she was happy, to say the least, she didn't want to be away from you for so long ever again. she smiled softly as she held your hand.
pierro came back minutes later, "your majesty is going to recover just fine. some of the soldiers are already making recoveries themself."
the tension amongst the harbingers seemed to fade and everything seemed okay again.
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Hi! I hope this is something that hasn’t been already mentioned but what about any yandere of your choice having a s/o who is nice at first but once they are kidnapped they are creepy and mean like so creepy to the point of insanity
Hello to you, too! This hasn't been mentioned yet so rest assured. To start off, ‘creepy’ can go so many ways ; s/o's behavior could either mirror the yanderes', or they could be just mentally unstable (again, like the yandere themself or perhaps... as a result of the yandere's overwhelming influence? hoho). The possibilities are limitless here, so, for the sake of the ask let's just go with the two-faced factor i. e. take s/o as this angel like person that the yanderes think they are but when they make the inevitable abducting, turns out they're.. not so different after all.
And I choose some of the Harbingers since they have no filter to their insanity ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
──⚝ il dottore
Well well well, aren't you just like him? You really are a specimen worth studying. Dottore chose you because he saw something different in you in the first place, this turn of events is definitely good serotonin for his researcher mind. He even turns this into sort of a competition to see who has more facades : good ol' you or him with his army of clones? Now, its up to you to take his nonchalance as disturbing or not and as for the Doctor, he's certainly thrilled to uncover how many more secrets you're withholding from him.
──⚝ columbina
Will giggle, maybe even squeeze your cheeks, aren't you a cute one? She coos, not taking you seriously at all. If anything, her infantilizing behavior just gets worse. She could even be a little relieved ; you were such an irresistible source of light, always letting the ugly moths and insects bask in that brightness — could you really blame her when she merely, oh so benevolently saved you from their repulsive claws? Though such feelings are visceral, she believes herself to be your guardian angel, this tweeny shift of attitude is nothing to her. Her overwhelming complexity, unpredictability and little-to-no regard for your feelings might just vanquish what little scrap of sanity you had left.
──⚝ scaramouche
The ideal preference of Harbinger Scaramouche in this circumstance would be if you encouraged his yandere tendencies, nodding along excitedly at his grandiose plans of attaining divinity and basically fanning the flames. He'd be ecstatic! Finally, he felt completed. Of course, this whole situation is far from healthy and admittedly, a little fragile but hey, at least you can be the cute, loving criminal couple :)
──⚝ sandrone
Doesn't make a difference to her, as long as you stay put and don't make her creations chase you around Zapolyarny ; she's fine with everything. She's a researcher, too, so don't be surprised if she started tweaking with your mind here and there — she only wants to understand you <3 Definitely has a plethora of plans and experiments already chalked up in her head regarding this sudden revelation.
──⚝ arlecchino
Now, her reaction differs depending on the level of obedience you show her afterwards. Arlecchino had already expected some semblance of defiance but that wasn't her worry since she's confident in her ability to get you wrapped around her finger. If the sudden reveal proves that she'd underestimated the extent of your stubbornness then, she'll be pretty mad as time goes on. Do wonder who's more sane in the instance she snaps. However, if you're complacent and obey her every command, she has no issues and might even encourage your behavior... to her advantage, that is.
──⚝ pantalone
The Regrator most likely noticed cracks in your ‘benevolent’ composure and thus, decided to own you. Because otherwise, it'd really just be keeping a carbon copy of himself. I can actually see him being a little disturbed (compared to others) but, he's quick to recover. But whether or not he will be perturbed by your behavior at all depends on how deep his affections run. If he's deluded himself in your kindness, then he'll likely excuse you, every time. You could perhaps use this state of the Regrator to have a little taste of freedom as well.
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little lover.
yandere! fatui harbingers x gn! darling.
headcanons on sharing a darling (shared darling au).
› wc: 8.3k.
› characters included: pierro, scaramouche, pantalone, childe, arlecchino, columbina, il dottore, il capitano, sandrone.
› tw: suggestive themes, pseudo-incest and incest (pierro and childe), mention of noncon (pierro), physical punishment (capitano, scaramouche, and sandrone), mention of human trafficking (pantalone), gendered nickname (arlecchino).
› note: ah the length of these headcanons got the best of me... i would have broken this post up into individual pieces, but i think it’s best to read them altogether considering they’re sharing a darling. i also reposted my columbina headcanons here with several additions for the sake of consistency!
also...please pretend scaramouche didn’t run away and is here to partake in darling <3
pierro // the jester — reverent, delusional, manipulative, strict
art by bahari (pixiv).
— pierro keeps you at his side like a pet, painfully aware that this desire to keep cherished ones close stems from the tragedy that befell his nation long ago. he is an enigma you neither the other harbingers cannot possibly hope to understand, but you know this well: he is a man with a focus, one who takes great precautions to ensure nothing can surprise him. before you became the harbingers’ shared lover, pierro took great care in observing every part of you — your background, your abilities and talents, your psychology. only behind closed doors does he let his humanity show, and, sometimes... his inhumanity. because he will not stop at knowing all there is to know about your life — because to know someone is to know their body, to know their quirks and weaknesses, their dreams and ambition. to know someone truly is to know intimacy, and there is little that pierro — a man who has lost and outlived everything he’s ever cared for — wants more than to feel whole again. mere facts on sheets of paper cannot encapsulate who you are and how you may be of service to him, nor can they predict how he comes undone when you’re alone together.
because he is tired. he is tired of screaming to be heard, of being unheeded regardless. those people are gone, and he does not intend to let anyone who does not listen live.
“those who fail to heed the warnings don't live to admit they were senseless not to do so. if you wish to live, do not stray from my side.”
— he’s adamant in ensuring you are in the best condition possible when his time with you comes. though you are given little orders apart from pleasing or accompanying the harbingers, absolute obedience is expected of you. no moment is rest is granted to you, whose mind is constantly on edge, because he has seen to it that you are always watched. the harbingers are granted the task of caring for you on days when you’re in their possession. they can do to you what they see fit, so long as no bones are broken and all blemishes and bruises can be hidden upon pierro’s request. naturally, select harbingers aren’t awfully keen on having to keep you in one piece (or alive, for that matter), but they are powerless against pierro’s word. for that, you are grateful (you might not survive otherwise)... and horrified. what power could he wield that even his worst, most powerful subordinates fear him?
for that alone, the thought of rebelling against pierro never once crosses your mind, no matter how horridly you may be treated by your subjugators. without pierro’s leniency, you would be in for a far worse fate.
“do you understand what it’s like to have hope, only to lose it? ... then do not have hope, because there is no escape for you here.”
— pierro isn’t himself when you’re alone together. his idea of love is different from the others’ — because he doesn’t see you. because, some days, you swear there’s someone who looks exactly like him, someone who acts nothing like him. because, sometimes...he has this look of regret and sadness in his eye. a stiffness that you quickly learn the tell-tale signs of, one that doesn’t prepare you regardless.
because you remind him of those he loved and lost. some days, you remind him of his lover; others, you remind him of his younger sibling. the way you’ll laugh, the way you’ll hang onto his every word. the way you’d listen to him unlike those who hadn’t; and he’s reminded of how death does not discriminate between the worthy and the unworthy, the foolish and the learned.
these memories haunt him, and he finds solace in you. you wonder if he sees you or these ghosts of his past, but it does not matter any way. because even when his hands touch you in places they shouldn’t, the delusion in his eyes does not diminish. because no matter who you are, or who you were to him, he only wants his nation. he wants a legacy, someone who shares his blood, someone he can call family, someone he can call a khaenri’ahn. you will give birth to worthy khaenri’ahns... even if you haven’t the ability to birth in the first place.
you quickly learn he is too far gone to care for the difference.
“i had spent years telling myself ‘i should have died with them’. but, it is only you who makes me want to live again.”
scaramouche // the balladeer — cruel, delusional, manipulative, strict
art by @嶋兎 (pixiv).
— scaramouche is possessive to a fault, but his complaints fall on deaf ears. he isn’t keen on sharing, much less sharing what should rightfully be his and his alone. when it’s his ‘turn’ with you, he’s wastes little time ripping the lavish jewels or beautiful dresses dresses from your body. his hands are quick to replace the cloths, tracing each curve to inspect what the others have done to you. he plans to return those markings twice fold. no matter how much you protest or plead with him, he is always brutal, rough, and cold in his treatment of you — yet equally jealous and possessive. onslaughts of degradation sometimes give way to moments of tenderness. eager hands will tread knots out of your hair and lay kisses on your cheek. cooling balm will be applied to your bruises and wounds, and he’ll hold you in his arms like you might shatter if he doesn’t hold you together himself. he has the same body and the same voice, but calling out to him never feels right, in these moments. because you’re afraid he wasn’t the same scaramouche. because you’re afraid speaking will break the spell and bring back the scaramouche who hurts you.
moments like these leave you wondering if there are really two of him. you hope there is, because it would mean momentary reprieve from the cruelty of the other. and yet... you wonder if that hidden side of him ever remembers these tender moments. maybe he’d go easier on you if he did.
“how pathetic... i would kill to be loved, but there is nothing left of me to love.”
— the balladeer is a ticking time bomb. you’re constantly on edge in his presence (that’s what he wants), unsure of what his disgusted expressions and harsh words truly mean. his words hold little weight in regard to the truth, as he’ll say one thing and mean the other, expecting you to read between the lines or read his mind entirely. in that way, you learn that flattery will get you everywhere with him. although he would never formally confirm such a disgraceful truth, he has an inferiority complex, one that makes him particularly sensitive to any genuine praise you’ll give him. he isn’t a fool, though — if you praise him just right, just enough but not too much, the odds will forever be in your favor. it won’t earn you any special treatment (certainly no more freedoms than he’s already stripped you of), but you’ll be spared the physical punishments and verbal abuse for as long as he wills it.
because though he cares not for the gods, treating you like the gods treat humans is the closest he’ll get to feeling wanted.
“just because they allow you to live doesn’t mean you can live for anyone other than me. don’t forget who you belong to.”
— scaramouche loves a challenge, and you provide more than enough. he treats you worse than his subordinates. because he loves the way you’ll claw at his arms hoping your nails will break a layer of skin, a worthless attempt at distracting him long enough to push him from your body. he loves the way, that in the same vein of your contempt and disgust, your breath will catch and falter in your mouth when he’s unexpectedly gentle with your wounds or bruises, laying tender kisses on the markings as if in apology for not being there to prevent them. how... in the same vein, he’ll imbue his fingertips with electro and choke you, defile you, ruin you in a way the others cannot. he wants to be the most prominent marking on your body, the most painful memory in your head — an eternal reminder that no matter how many partners you have, he’s the one you’ll come crawling back to.
or, perhaps it’s more than that. perhaps he just loves the way your gasps build up to a crescendo, the way they meld into screams soon thereafter. perhaps he loves the way your voice falters into hoarse gasps and desperate cries, the way they bounce off your walls the very same way your body would if he could have his way with you. perhaps he does harbor some sense of twisted love for you...
or perhaps he loves the way you hurt. because that’s all there ever is to it.
he wants you to hurt the same way he does.
he finds you disgusting.
sitting before him like a dog, when only moments ago you dared to speak back in front of his subordinates. you didn’t have that sort of mouth when you came here only a week ago. knowing the harbingers’ distaste for him, he can only imagine they said not to worry about angering him. the words leave his mouth before he can regain composure.
“tell me what they said about me.” he accuses, grabbing you hair. you whimper just like a dog, and it makes him want to treat you like one. “did they tell you they’ll ‘handle’ me? or that i’m not worth the trouble?” he pulls you closer, excited by the tears rolling from your eyes. “did they tell you to treat me like they do? like i’m nothing more than trash?”
the thought alone is enough to dye his vision red, and his other hand reaches for you. wants to wrap his hands around your neck. wonders how long it’ll take to snap.
sparks linger on his hand, and you haven’t a doubt that he would shock you into submission should he so choose. your knees buckle from fear, and it’s no surprise he lets you go right then. because you crumple to the ground in a pathetic display of powerlessness, and he stands above you like a god.
“you are below me.”
pantalone // the regrator — reverent, aware, manipulative, strict
art by @zhyphenth (twitter).
— pantalone is one of the few ‘gentlemen’ of the bunch, especially when he discovers the joys of having an obedient and submissive doll to endlessly thank and fawn over him. he finds endless entertainment in the way you react to his lavish gifts and grand stories of travels and business conquests, more so if you play it up for the sake of his ego. sparing a few couple hundred million mora is nothing to a man of his wealth, so he is quick to endow you with gifts most would kill for. the finest jewels and fabrics, the tastiest food and drink, the most beautiful formal wear and aestheticians money can afford. colombina is thrilled, to say the least, considering she too adores dressing her sweet little dove up to the nines. pantalone is more than happy to oblige, of course, as pocket change like such has little meaning to him. what he really craves is your continual appraisals of his generosity and compassion. watching you slowly come to see him as genial rather than your oppressor is such fun; you haven’t the slightest clue how much power he holds. one misstep and he can see to it that you suffer a fate worse than death. perhaps they’ll throw you into the cold winter of snezhnaya with nothing but rags, or drop you in a foreign land with no money and a bad taint on your name, or even sell you off to a brothel for a hefty price. those scum of the earth would fall over themselves to buy the fatui’s whore.
“don’t fret, little gem. the price has little to do with you. it’s merely my responsibility as a gentleman to treat you with the dignity you deserve.”
— pantalone isn’t fond of any rejections of his goodwill. while he understands the desire to reject gifts you feel undeserving of (that was his first inclination too, until he realized you must take all you can get in this world), refusal to take that which is rightfully yours simply doesn’t sit well with him. your meek behavior reminds me him too much of his unsightly past, something you’d do well not to remind him of. you have little choice but to let him pamper you if he so sees fit, unless you plan to sit around idly while he verbally abuses you. even more precarious is any situation where you refuse his generosity in public. when he forces you to attend a social event as his partner, you are to be the epitome of grace and modesty. any refusal, be it verballly or through body language, is met with the harshest of words and the vilest of threats. he is above physically laying a hand on you under the pretense of discipline, but his reputation is everything to him; and, to have such an unsightly and ungrateful consort at his side is nothing short of disgraceful. you’d be better off beaten and bruised on the streets like a mutt, he’ll say, and you do not doubt his words — because he can make it happen should he see fit.
“not even a pauper would reject such extravagance. tell me, filth, do you wish to be lower than a pauper? i can arrange it quite easily, you see... perhaps you’d like a demonstration?”
— as the richest of the harbingers, you’re certain his particular affinity to lavish decorum and gaudy gifts is his way of asserting control and dominance over you. it’s his money, after all, and you haven’t the freedom to your name to refuse. though, childe seems persistent in besting his efforts. at some point, it became a game of ‘who’s richer?’, with you at center stage. you’d do best to watch your reactions and words when accepting their offerings. childe is much more lenient if you refuse his gifts, but pantalone will force it upon you in whichever way he sees fit. countless unwanted decorations or trinkets will find their way into your room, shining and ready for your adulation upon your return. you’d best not reject any clothing or jewels he offers you either; if he doesn’t order the maids to bring you to the dressing room and force it upon your person, he will do it himself.
“i’ll purchase the world if you ask, little gem. just say the word and it’s riches are yours.”
— his rivalry with childe is amusing, but the latter cannot compare to pantalone’s rank within the harbingers. while childe is often sent on missions in which an in-person appearance is needed, pantalone is free to to ‘work’ from wherever and whenever he sees fit. it’s only natural he takes you with him to one of numerous hideouts around teyvat for a breath of fresh air - something childe is unable to do nearly as frequently. pantalone likes to think that anything in the world can be bought with money (even happiness), but he isn’t a fool; nothing can top the opportunity to escape the overwhelming presence of the most powerful people in snezhnaya. he’ll say his reasoning is a fleeting sense of pity for your situation, though a greater, more selfish part of his ego is the desire to isolate you from the rest. his greed is boundless, and even you aren’t exempt from those desires. you’ll thank him for his compassion and generosity soon enough.
tartaglia // childe — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient
art by astara nell (pixiv).
— tartaglia is one of the only harbingers that treat you with a degree of normalcy; though, you’d do best to be on guard no matter how sweet his words. the moment you caught his attention is one he looks back on fondly. you reminded him so much of his siblings, that same look of pleading and losslessness darting from one harbinger to the next. it was adorable, the fact you’d still cling to some hope that the fatui have a degree of humanity left to spare. in truth...he couldn’t help himself. the desire to protect you wasn’t nearly as strong as his desire to protect his siblings, but something about the way you held out for the tiniest sliver of humanity amongst a pack of wolves was hopelessly endearing. he was taken with you from the moment he laid eyes on you.
“aw, look how terrified you are. i can’t say the same for the others, but i won’t hurt you, alright? pinky promise.“
— tartaglia isn’t silent in his adoration for you, and he will loudly claim you as one of his own in front of the other harbingers, much to their annoyance. it’s easy enough to treat you as he would teucer; and, considering his wealth, he enjoys showering you with gifts just as he would his siblings. pantalone originally tried to compete with him in this endeavor, claiming that he could procure much more exquisite and expensive gifts than tartaglia ever could. what pantalone doesn’t understand, of course, is that you’re scared. gifts are meaningless if the recipient has no choice but to accept, whether that be from social pressure, or in this case, a fear for their life. it was only natural you eventually took a liking to childe far more easily than you did with pantalone despite the latter’s best attempts.
— you see tartaglia infrequently due to the necessity of his field work, but the moments he takes to visit you are always welcome. when he’s gone, you’re left to fend for yourself against the peculiar interest of the harbingers. tartaglia is a breath of fresh air, a welcome reminder that you’re not a plaything or a pet, but a human with emotions, wants, and needs. he makes it easy to forget that his personality is fabricated and his words hide lies within their dark corners. you’re aware of his ingenuine behavior, but it’s hard to think he isn’t the perfect lover. because despite being equal parts possessive and protective, his affection never leaves you feeling disgusting.
“who did this to you? now now, there’s no need to shake like a leaf, solnyshko (sunshine). just tell me who it was and i’ll take care of it for you...that’s what big brothers are for, hm?”
— although he can’t give you everything you want (what could you want more than going back to your normal life, after all?), you’re happy he tries his best to please you. that’s more than you can say for your other keepers... that’s more you could say about anyone, really...
he picks up on this insecurity of yours rather quickly of course. you don’t see yourself as worth the trouble of saving or finding, so who would realistically save you? you’ve bared witness to the power of the harbingers countless times before — who could save you aside from the archons themselves? you truly have no one but him, and he can’t help but bask in that realization. you have no one to run to other than him, don’t you? if only you’d rely on him more...he’d steal you away in an instant. somewhere no one can touch you or defile you.
no one apart from him.
the sight before him is nothing short of breathtaking. you snooze peacefully against his arm, a hand pressed against the thick fur on his coat to cushion your cheek. this is ... new. you’ve never willingly stepped into his personal space before, not like this. never to the point of letting your guard down so easily.
tartaglia loves you as he loves his siblings, so he instinctively drapes a warm comforter over your sleeping form. though... it’s in moments like these where even he can’t push away intrusive thoughts. moments like this where he wonders what would happen if he touched you like lovers would. would you shy away from his touch like you do with the others, or would you lean into him further? would you protest if his hands wandered where they shouldn’t, or would you let him touch you places no big brother should?
the thought alone excites him.
“rest up, sunshine.” he laughs, brushing stray hairs from your face. your lips twitch into a small smile, comforted by the warmth of his touch. for once, you feel unbridled comfort in his presence. archons, how easy it’d be to shatter that false pretense of solidarity and trust you’ve granted him. you’d feel betrayed, no doubt, but you wouldn’t shy away from him, not for long — not when you’re much worse off with your other options.
mm...that will come in due time. he can only hold himself back for so much longer...
arlecchino // the knave — reverent, aware, honest, strict
art by @pumpkin0352 (twitter).
— arlecchino is princely and classy in everything she does, though she is terrifying to the untrained eye. you quickly come to learn that she’s rather unsure of how to show romantic emotions to anyone other than colombina. as little has to be said for colombina to understand arlecchino’s loving nature — the existence of which you’re still skeptical of considering you’re held here against your will — colombina happily interprets arlecchino’s true intentions to you. despite her cold appearance, arlecchino tries her best to show her affection during the course of a normal day; still, she only truly lets her guard down in private. having met her only in public, anyone would agree she’s hard to get close to. despite her affections, she is controlling at her core and does not take kindly to any visible disdain of her actions. still, it’s difficult to deny she goes out of her way to care for you both whether it be in private or not. you shiver to think how much worse off you’d be in the hands of the harbingers without arlecchino advocating for you (even if it is for her own gain).
“my grace, how are you taking to the new scenery and living arrangements? while i’m not thrilled by the rotating schedule, the least i can do is make the transition easier. anything you desire, i will see to it myself.”
— arlecchino isn’t nearly as touchy as colombina; rather, she shows her affection through meaningful actions and thoughtful trinkets — gifts that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, unlike childe and pantalone’s lavish gift-giving competition. she finds their efforts to be a disgusting display of wealth, and above all, futile; naturally, you’re most taken by herself and dear colombina. still, even arlecchino feels the occasional desire to touch her lovers. colombina is much more open with touching and will happily initiate physical touch whenever she sees fit — a quick peck on the lips, a hand twirling locks of arlecchino’s hair... but you’re not nearly as open to such displays of affection. she can’t fault you, given her own standoffish disposition, but it does sadden her ever so slightly. despite the climbing desire to hold you in her arms, arlecchino takes the slow route with gaining your trust and affections, opting to treat you like someone she is courting rather than someone she already has possession of. only within arlecchino’s presence do you feel a semblance of safety.
“i think more about you than you perhaps suppose.“
— she hates the situation you find yourself in. how her mind is filled with constant paranoia and worry that you’ll disappear, run away, or end up dead in one of sandrone or dottore’s experiments. despite the fatui’s overwhelming influence and power, she even worries that you’ll be stolen away by those who wish to ‘liberate’ you, to grant you your freedom. she abhors such an idea, because true freedom can only be with her and columbina. should an opening presents itself, arlecchino will have no hesitations in stealing you away from the zapolyarny palace; one such opportunity is one in a million, however, and she cannot ensure your safety unless those more powerful than her are eliminated.
as it is now, the best she can do is show you the life you could have with her and columbina, free of the watchful gaze of the tsaritsa’s followers. for this reason, alrecchino needs absolute control over your day-to-day life: where you are, who you’re with and for how long, what they’ll be doing to or with you, when she can see you again. though she cannot force some unsightly harbingers to treat you properly, she is skilled in procuring information on their weaknesses and shameful deeds — information she uses to bargain for your safety.
“you don’t have to rely on them for anything. i will protect and cherish you where those ilk see it fit to mistreat you. so do not rely on anyone else any longer.”
— as if held up by an intangible string, arlecchino never lets her posture slouch or her behavior falter. proper etiquette and grace are exceedingly important to her (which, perhaps, is yet another reason she’s so taken with colombina), so it’s only natural she expects the same of you. whenever you may slip up with basic mannerisms and conduct, she feels the slightest twinge of disappoint, but she’s adamant to never let such emotion show. despite your shortcomings, she holds you in high regard as a person of interest meant to be protected. what would you think if your princely knight displayed such unrefined sentiments in your presence? surely you’d be less inclined to listen to her — and worse, you may even start to prefer colombina. that won’t do. while she loves the damselette equally and just as dearly, the knave does not put such effort into these things for no reward. while she’d would never stoop so low as to force you to treat her in a way you’re not fully agreeable with, arlecchino expects your eager gratitude at her behest. you don’t need to love her quite yet — simply know your place.
a prince does not force a princess to do anything... because, no matter how long it may take, arlecchino wants to win your love justly.
“moya printsessa (my princess), i plan on spending my lifetime trying to court you. even if the world ends, my love for you would remain.”
colombina // the damselette — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient
art by もち。kenyal (pixiv).
— colombina is so terribly fond of you, going so far as to call you her little dove. the name had come as a surprise as first, given that she is far more delicate and graceful than you could ever attain — but she insists. if anything, you welcome her infatuation, even if you’re not quite sure why she feels such a way in the first place. perhaps it’s the way she enjoys dressing you up in snezhnaya’s latest fashions, or the way she adores washing and combing your hair when she all but forces you to join her in the bath. perhaps...she sees you as nothing more than a doll or pet, but you are in no position to speak out against her overwhelming love for you; after all, you suppose it could be far worse — memories of the way dottore and scaramouche treat you flashing through your recent memory. just let her love you, even if you break and suffocate.
“you’re just so wonderfully adorable, little dove. however can you blame me?”
— the way she dotes on you would leave any of her countless admirers overwhelmed by jealousy, but they do not dare speak out against their lady. whether it is in fear of her power or from respect in her position amongst the executives, colombina is adamant in her adoration of her sweet little bird. the way you chitter and peep like a baby bird when she so much as runs delicate fingers through your hair or along your skin is enough to melt her heart — if she could help it, she would want nothing more than to hear those sounds all day as she cradles you within her arms. it’s why she insists on joining her in the bath as often as you can, even on days where you’re in the possession of the others. most of her cohorts (aside from scaramouche) have no problem with this arrangement as long as she returns you to their rooms straight after. selfishly, she still doesn’t like having a time limit to the fleeting moments she’s allotted with you, but she’s partial to the look of relief on your face when she takes you from the more frightening harbingers, even if only for an hour or two. she relishes in the respite you find within her company, because she and arlecchino are the only ones who are on your side. you need her, and that is all she needs. who will you turn to besides those two, after all?
“little dove, fragile little songbird — won’t you sing for me tonight?”
— she loves you the way vines love the trees they tether to: twisted. her words are carefully picked, their usage meant to instill complete fear and submission. like arlecchino, she expects you to behave ‘properly’ in her presence, taking her every word and whim to heart. her presence alone is overbearing, though she is adamant you listen to her sing for you at all manners of the day and night. enamored by all things art and artistic, she sings when she reads to you the macabre poetry and horror stories she is so fond of. when she addresses you in that soft voice of her, there is a musical edge to her voice. you daren’t break from character, because the damselette shall not allow it. sing to her tune, act according to her wishes — you are but a bird in its cage, and your purpose is to entertain.
at night, she sings to you of lullabies and of tragic fairy tales, where the hero never wins and the princess is never saved. her stories and her song hold you in a trance. you’ll fall asleep by the end of her tale, and only time will tell if you dream or nightmare.
— colombina clings to you like a shadow, her affection overbearing. of the harbingers, she treats you most like a pet, a little bird who must vie for the affections of her master. arlecchino, who treats you like a lover, isn’t pleased with this arrangement, but knows better than to make columbina start a tirade. they get along wonderfully, with you at the center of their affections.
the damselette rather enjoys sharing you with her lover arlecchino, the latter of whom is surprisingly just as fond of you as colombina is. as intimidating as she is, the knave dotes on you just as much as she does on the damselette. your fingers, neck, and hair are sure to be adorned with the finest and most sentimental of jewels — gifts from arlecchino no doubt, who prefers to show her affection in beautiful small jewels and trinkets rather than colombina’s affinity to physical touch. whether material or physical, you are the center of their attention when they aren’t fawning over each other.
“sweet dove, you’ll come and join us, won’t you?” colombina will muse, patting the seat between her and arlecchino, the latter of whom flashes a small but rare smile in an attempt to welcome you to their sides. you’ve learned better than to hesitate in front of these two, so you hurry over, seating yourself squarely between the two gorgeous women. between them, you feel awfully small, but they welcome you as if you are one of their treasures.
and perhaps that’s all you are... a treasure to be shown and flaunted.
you hardly register the way colombina rests her hand atop your thigh, her eyes shining innocently from beneath her half-veil. it’s only when arlecchino blushes and rests her hand atop yours that a smile forces a way to your lips. and so the show begins again.
“little bird, you are quivering. could it be you’ve missed us so dearly? now...that won’t do it, will it, dear arlecchino? perhaps we should pay our darling extra attention today...♥ ”
dottore // the doctor — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict
art by @crycry84488 (twt).
— dottore is cold and ruthless even to that which interests him, a trait apparent from the moment he laid eyes on you. his eyes had run over your body as if you were nothing more than an interesting new specimen plump for dissection and research — an interest that he would explore without hesitation had it not been for his colleagues’...infatuation with you. truthfully, he does not quite understand exactly what holds their interest in you. from his viewpoint, you’re nothing more than a trembling lamb ready to be slaughtered. though of course, perhaps that’s why he began feeling a draw to you. what could possibly interest some of the harbingers enough to keep you around like some sort of pet?
he’d do anything to find out.
“interesting. this much terrifies you to the point of soiling yourself? it’s like you’re begging me to do far worse.”
— he takes great joy in watching you squirm. one couldn’t say that what dottore feels toward you is love, precisely... but would that make it any better? still, even his men can see clear as day that you’re not to be messed with unless they want to feel the wrath of your keepers. the doctor has a certain glow when it comes to speaking of his beloved little experiment — a certain sparkle in his eyes that reminds him there’s still so much he has to discover. still...one wonders if it’s just an excuse to keep you close. surely there’s no experiment interesting enough to use you in, running the risk of upsetting the harbingers. the doctor would have far more leeway in experimenting on someone inconsequential to the fatui, and yet, he often insists on you. perhaps he doesn’t want the others to sully you before he can collect the data he so desires, or perhaps it’s because he simply wants you near. he’ll say it’s to keep an eye on you — a means to observe your behaviors in a controlled environment — but you’re sure his reasoning extends beyond that. you can only hope that it does, for any affection he holds for you may delay what foul plans he has for you.
— when he isn’t keen on experimenting on you (he has far more important matters to attend to after all), he delights in telling you crude and gruesome stories of his past experiments. your face will contort in much the same way as when he uses you for research, but you will listen to his numerous accomplishments regardless, asking questions here and there if only to satisfy him. and that it does, because he enjoys nothing more than speaking of his intellectual pursuits and numerous (unethical) discoveries. dottore isn’t shy in his expectation of compliments, so you find your time with him is better spent if you stroke his ego long enough to delay any further wild ideas spawning in his mad mind that he could possibly subjugate you to.
perhaps it’s his way of boasting, or maybe even his twisted way of connecting with you in a way his colleagues surely cannot, but you prefer these interactions far more than the alternative, even if the nightmares these stories give birth to are just as horrible. the sick but relieved feeling in your stomach used to make you feel immense guilt and pity for the unfortunate souls in his stories, but who can blame you for feeling relief that at least it isn’t you?
“do my stories terrify you that much? perhaps i should give you something to truly fear...”
— his interest in you quickly becomes worrisome to the other harbingers. although he’d never neglect his duties as a harbinger to toy with a simple human, he’s grown awfully addicted to that look in your eyes. that look of waning defiance and willpower, the way you’ll yelp and whine when he grabs your arm just a tad too rough to prime the skin for yet another puncture from his syringe. it’s amazing really — how you’ve yet to grown accustomed to what happens once he summons you to his lab. the human mind is truly a remarkably insolent thing, versatile and adaptive in some instances, and yet terrified of that which they know is coming. your limbs are littered with bandages and gauze — though, not nearly as much as he’d like, given the constant lamentations and chastising from other members. even that dreadful scaramouche seems to prefer you intact; though, that could easily be because he prefers to hurt you himself.
really, it’s profoundly amazing the way they’d prefer to keep you intact as if you are fine porcelain. truly, where is the fun in that? would it not be far more interesting to see how far they could push you? how much you’ll endure until you break?
“now now, pet, sit still and i’ll consider being gentler this session.” he scolds, strapping your unwilling arms to the examination table. the cold metal sends a sharp jolt down your spine, but dottore pays your discomfort no attention. “even you can do something so simple, i’m sure.”
you should be used to his condescending manner of addressing you, but his annoyance still sends a pang of sadness down your stomach. your disappointment does not escape the doctor, of course. beneath him, you’re no harder to read than a children’s book.
utterly pathetic.
but... he is curious how a sudden change in leniency will affect your behavior and conduct. perhaps you’ll be easier to deal with, easier to experiment on, if you’re more willing to please him. there is only so much abuse the human body can take, after all.
perhaps there is still use for you.
capitano // the captain — reverent, aware, honest, strict
art by @doughblaster (twt).
— capitano's build is far too imposing and his personality far too dire to bring you comfort in any meaningful way, so you don’t often seek him out. naturally, he comes to you. it was terrifying at first, seeing him walk up to you as if you’d done something wrong. you were prepared to be hurt, truthfully. against your better judgement, you had trembled when he came to a stop in front of you and said nothing, his presence alone enough to warrant a stand still and salute — if you were one of his men. how do you greet someone of such menacing stature?
...it surprised you when he took this conundrum into account and eventually taught you the proper way to greet him. rather than faulting you for your initial response or worse — hurting you — he firmly believes that those he commands have potential to grow. capitano isn’t cruel... unless you fail to follow his orders. he expects to teach you the ‘proper’ way (his way) of something exactly once, and every time thereafter you must follow it to the letter. it’s ultimately in your best interest; you’ve seen what he does to men he has to speak to twice.
“you’d do well to remember this tenet: there will be no second chances.”
— though he does not speak unless necessary, you quickly learn that capitano is preferential toward those who wish to better themselves. perhaps that’s why the only harbinger capitano doesn’t mind sharing you with is tartaglia. though he knows hell itself will fold into itself if he lets the young harbinger know this, capitano views childe as worthy of caring for their shared darling. from a captain’s standpoint, childe is the ideal solider. eager to fight, yet also eager to learn, to better himself. capitano knows that in childe’s company, you’ll know better than to step out of line. he is aware of childe’s soft spot for you, but you aren’t afforded the smallest of rest even in the presence of the only harbinger who treats you ‘fairly’. capitano is well aware that childe will do anything to impress him, so he has the young harbinger keep an eye on you when he cannot. if you step out of line, capitano will be the first to know and he will dole out proper punishment. it’s in yours and childe’s best interests to listen to him at all costs, lest you want a dislocated arm or broken leg.
— a weak darling who is weak of mind and body doesn’t interest capitano in the slightest... so he shapes you into that which he wants you to become. much to your gratitude, he expends a great deal of effort in strengthening your body and mind, traits you’ll need in order to survive your subjugators — and yet, traits you know will never stand a chance against their delusions.
his constant demands quickly become tiresome, but they’re well-within your capabilities. sooner than later, you’ll find yourself sitting in on strategy debriefings and military training, watching with a keen eye as his men practice various form of combat. although you don’t possess a delusion and have no desire to (you’ve seen fatui soldiers bend and break under the immense power of a delusion — the chances of your own survival are slim to none), you’re grateful for the opportunity to learn how to defend yourself, even if it’s fruitless against the harbingers. there’s comfort to be had in strength and mental prowess. you almost wonder: is this his way of comforting you?
— above all, capitano expects absolute obedience. and, contrary to what you may think, you are the only subordinate who he affords any sort of special treatment for simply following his orders. though he refuses to show such favoritism in the presence of his men, he rewards adequately you should you be on good behavior. often, you’ll arrive to your room to find a plain dark blue box neatly wrapped in a satin bow; its simple presentation alone is a tell-tale sign of who the gift hails from. the gifts themselves are nothing special — certainly nothing that would draw attention from his men or the other harbingers. consistent good behavior is to be rewarded even more so than simple bouts of good behavior; so, it doesn’t take long for the gifts to increase in value. that is, more freedoms. you’ll be afforded more alone time, for instance, such as a rare opportunity to roam the gardens or to visit the library without a personal guard as your shadow. even with these freedoms, you’re certain someone’s always watching, but at least you have the luxury of being alone to collect your thoughts. these luxuries are cherished, as they’re some of the few moments you don’t feel like a prisoner.
“[name].”
you startle at his sudden presence (he moves like a shadow in spite of that armor) and hurriedly turn your attention to the library entrance. only moments ago, you were comforted by a world so different from yours, and now... now you startle at the sound of your own name.
capitano does not speak unless necessary, and to make him utter even a single word when you should have been more alert to your surroundings is nothing short of disgraceful. how far you’ve come since he’d begun training you... and what do you have to show for it besides the tremble in your hand and the fear on your face?
“my lord!” you nearly bite your tongue with how quickly the words stumbled from it. if only you could kick yourself right then... even that would be favorable to this embarrassing display. “i apologize, i was so engrossed in my readings that i didn’t see you there.” you admit. you’re on your feet in an instant and at his side within seconds, hoping your obedience is enough to satisfy him. and it...seems to. rather, even from the beginning, he didn’t appear furious in the slightest. not even a word of admonishment.
the captain simply turns on his heel, nodding in the direction of the barracks.
“come. sparring is about to begin.”
sandrone // the marionette — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict
art by @nisikm (twt).
— sandrone has little care for your wellbeing when you are in her possession...at least at first. she does very much enjoy using you as her plaything, so your welfare was of little concern to her at first. but, considering her lackluster interest in near all things living (puppets and machinery are far more entertaining, you see), it never fails to surprise her how fond she is of keeping you around simply for her own amusement. you entertain her in ways her puppets simply cannot. nothing about you is perfect, not in the way that her creations are — the bandages and bruises inflicted by a select few harbingers only serves to create a sickly and beaten appearance to your otherwise decent physique and mentality. still...you’re terribly fun to tease and manipulate. she’d forgotten how fun it is to taunt something that can respond.
“machines don’t tremble and cry like you. how strong might you be if i turned you into a puppet? ... what a waste.”
— countless machines watch you like a hawk as soon as you enter their field of view. the feeling of eyes on your skin is constant, a blatant reminder that despite how ‘nice’ sandrone treats you, your presence in her life is nothing more than a pretty nuisance without free will or thought, one that must be watched at all times to prevent mistakes that might incite her anger.
it is widely known amongst sandrone’s men that her patience with living creatures is thin and her cruelty rivals even colombina. though, unlike the damselette, she doesn’t handle boredom well. whenever she forces you into her presence, you fear she may grow bored and leave you within an inch of your life. your reactions to her eccentric tastes and personality can only entertain her for so long, and if not for the other harbingers’ intense obsession with you being alive, she certainly would make haste in adding you to her collection. though, there’s a certain pleasure to be had in watching her machines interact with a living specimen. sandrone doesn’t keep her subjects human for long, much less cognizant enough to hold conversation or coherent trains of thought; so, examining how her machines react to a living thing they aren’t meant to kill could produce valuable results. they’ve never seen anything living and breathing besides their master, who never brings anything living and breathing into her sanctuary. clearly you’re special, and the gears in their hearts wonder, how?
“does he terrify you, puppet? how misguided... humans are the real monsters. has your time in this palace not taught you as much?”
— sandrone possesses the shortest temper of the ensemble, a trait that in part stems from her perfectionism. although she elicits great pleasure in seeing you cower in the presence of her creations, she intends to make you accustomed to their presence in due time. time itself does not quell fear such as this, so you’ll always wince when she calls you into her workshop, scared of what she may do to you behind locked doors. your reaction doesn’t please her in the slightest considering dottore seems to do far worse to you, but she cares not for the meaning behind your reactions — only that they entertain her. play this to your advantage, as angering her may lead to insignificant parts of your body turned into metal and gears against your will. surely you won’t miss a finger or three, right?
“well...what will it be, puppet?" sandrone peers into your eyes, and finds desperation there. “you know i don’t like to be kept waiting.” her grip on your chin tightens like a noose. her fingers are curled inward, nail tips pressing into the soft beds of your cheeks. the crescent indents threaten to spill blood. you’re can’t tell if the smell of iron is coming from you or her machines. would it matter either way?
gently grasping one of your trembling hands, she brings it up to her face to examine it. “pierro wouldn’t be pleased if i replaced any significant limbs, so.... perhaps a a joint?” she turns your hand over, examining it like she would a gear or wire. “or would you prefer the entire finger?” she offers thoughtfully, already drawing up plans for a special prosthetic in your honor.
you shake your head frantically, eyes wide with tears which glisten like the sun. her gaze lingers on it for a second too long, before she turns her attention back to the shattered gear on the floors. her gaze is wistful, lamenting the loss of such precious resources. though... if it weren’t for your help, she wouldn’t have met her quota last week. a broken gear or frayed wire is nothing to cry over, and your contribution to her work is more than enough to compensate for the broken goods.
sandrone sighs and lets go of you. you crumple onto the floor instantly, but she simply walks back to her work desk.
“i’ll make an exception, for now.”
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Waltzing with the Harbingers
Colombina, Arlecchino, Signora.
“Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.” ― Howard Phillips Lovecraft
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Prologue:
After obtaining both the Anemo and Geo Archon's Gnosis, there is a huge ball to celebrate in Zapolarmy Palace.
Your father, an important snezhnayan diplomat, takes you along. You probably should be excited to finally be in the presence of the country's heroes... But what makes your heart flutter is the chance to see your sweetheart there, a young fatui soldier who is expected to be your betrothed as soon as he raises in rank.
You move slowly, your arm tightly linked with your father's. You smile, masterfully hiding all your childish anxieties behind your well-studied courtesies. Your father, on the other hand, did not abandon his serious countenance. Your chest rose and fell restlessly, as your heart threatened to jump out at any moment.
And there he was. Your future fianceé approaches you as soon as decorum allows him to. You turn shyly towards your father, who releases your arm so you can offer it to the young soldier as a sign of approval.
You take to the dance floor together with other excited couples. Everything seems like a dream: the beautiful winter decoration, the champagne glasses sparkling against the candlelight, the joyous laughter.
Your father smiles as he watches you dance... until a servant whispers in his ear that one of the Eleven wishes to dance with you.
Columbina.-
The rest of the dancers squeeze each other slightly to make way for Colombina. Her light footsteps are almost inaudible, and her angelic face is adorned with a sweet smile.
Her fingers travel through the space between you until she meets your hand in a soft, delicate move. An eerie light, almost like a translucent moonbeam, shines on her aristocratic beauty, rendering you speechless.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing? Will you tell me your name?"
Her behavior was so similar to that of a lover, that it produced an intense uneasiness in you. You wanted to avoid her, and at the same time, you let her dominate you as if you were nothing but an obedient pup.
Flustered, you answer timidly.
"My, what a beautiful sound!..." she repeats your name in a melodic whisper and places one of her hands on your shoulder. She has a lovely way of blushing when she smiles. A nod is enough for the musicians to change the beat of the song, "... Shall we?"
Arlecchino.-
"Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
Time seems to stop when you recognize Arlecchino's face in the silent crowd. You had seen her before, always from afar. Not knowing what price you'll be paying in the future, you give her your hand as if that question had really been an order.
One of her hands gently holds yours in response, and a passionate melody erupts as she spins you around, opening the skirt of your dress like a blooming flower.
Her fingers spread across your lower back like the bloodstain of a deadly wound: Slow, gentle, and warm. Her eyes sparkle, fixating on your face, and her lips softly praise your beauty, making your heart pound. It was as exciting as a song come to life. Lady Arlecchino was every bit the fairytale knight girls swooned over, the golden glow of candlelight gave her an aura unlike any other.
But there was something in the way that she looked at you that made you shiver. Underneath all her gallant charm something peeked at you, like the eyes of an unknown beast lurking behind a bush. It made you feel... small, helpless.
Signora.-
As the last note ends, you hear thunderous applause from the other end of the room, which you also join in realizing that the woman of the moment, Signora, had decided to join the dance floor. She was terribly beautiful, as beautiful is the fire that devours without mercy.
The applause dies down as you all start to notice her coming your way.
You bow and mutter some well-practiced praises, which your partner repeats. She smiles at you, then makes a movement with her head to indicate your future fiancé to move away. He hesitates for a moment, but when her eyes meet his, he bows and lets you go.
"Come," she extends her gloved hand, her movement charged with bewitching arrogance, "We must dance."
Neither rough nor brusque, but with enough of an edge to make you fluster, she twirls you around the hall. Her embrace was not chaste, and while you experienced in full measure the beautiful bewilderment of a true passionate embrace, instinct warned you ominously.
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So, i saw your post about columbina she totally be plotting some shit- fr. Like damn baby girl with all do respect, you scare the absolute crap out of me lowkey….
YES EXACTLY!! LITERALLY THIS!! 😭🙏🏻
She was literally smiling while putting her head down during Signora’s funeral. At a funeral? Like come on there has to be something wrong with you. Like damn I love you Columbina but baby girl… out of all the harbingers I would never want to fuck around with her 😭
Columbina strikes me as someone who would everything thinks is innocent but once you dig deeper into her thoughts, you would realize that she’s fucked up in the head.
Imagine if we see Columbina in game. She would strike me as someone who would be all calm while torturing someone as she hums a tune not giving a fuck about the person’s scream.
Imagine that as we play as the traveler and we hear humming sounds. Imagine that we walk towards it and then we see a dead body with Columbina hovering over with her eyes closed.
Like she absolutely scares me! But even better, imagine Columbina as a yandere!!
Personally she strikes me as a sweet yandere. Like she might even seem nice and sweet based on looks during first impressions, but once you dive deeper and really get to know her— you would find out she’s nothing at all what you had originally thought.
Imagine what life would be like if she decided to take you away from your home and keep you as her little darling.
I imagine that when she’s with her darling she would grab you and force you to cuddle with her. If you were to ever act out in front of her, imagine how scary she would be once she’s had enough. Whenever you cuddle with her, you’re literally just shaking the entire time praying to the Tsaritsa that she frickin lets you go.
But once you fuck up, and I mean really badly like trying to escape..well your life is about to become a living hell.
Like I said before, Columbina would hardly ever snap at you. But the few times she does is when you know that the events that are gonna follow will literally result in you crying and begging her to stop.
What’s even worse is that if she gave you a punishment, she would just go back to cuddling with you and would act like nothing had happened. Your entire body would be in pain and you would also be trying your best to stop crying because you wouldn’t want to make her even more angry.
She’s the 3rd harbinger and all of them are crazy and insane. Imagine how powerful she is being ranked that high 😃.
We already know how fucked up Dottore is and he’s ranked 2nd of all the harbingers. Imagine how fucked up Columbina is.
Childe definitely isn’t wrong when he says that there’s someone thing off about her. If I saw her, I’d be running for the hills 🗿
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The Puppet
Pairings : Yandere Sandrone x Reader
Authors Note : There are barely any Sandrone fics when I searched it up on Tumblr. I was pretty upset. But I couldn’t sleep last night but I had this idea. It was where I was like “hmm so Sandrone was seen to be sitting on some sort of ruin guard during the Fatui Harbinger’s reveal, so why don’t I make something about it?” But anyways I finally put it into words LMAO.
TW : Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, torture, non-consenual touching, blood, kidnapping, swearing/cursing, and syringes/needles.
It’s been a few months since you escaped from Sandrone. She was scary, she made you feel uncomfortable. She would often make you watch her as she experimented on things such as ruin guards and sometimes even people. Until one day you say something that made you completely lose it. That was when she tortured a man that looked at you for barely a second.
Obviously, she saw and she was furious about it. She wanted to prove a point. That you were hers and only she could ever look at you.
You were shaking and crying as you heard his screams of torture and pain.
“Open your eyes Y/N or else you’ll be next.”
You quickly opened my eyes and what you saw was a terrifying, bloody, gruesome scene. You wanted to faint.
“How dare you even bat an eye towards them.” She screamed as she hit and punched the poor guy in front of me.
You wanted to get up and run. Run far away from this horrible place. You wanted to go back to your old life. But unfortunately, you just had to catch the Fatui Harbinger’s eye.
You wanted to get up. But there was one problem. Your hands and legs were cuffed to the chair. Finally after what felt like years, Sandrone stopped torturing the poor dude.
“Take his body and dispose of it.” She said with a sharp tone as a fatui agent grabbed his body and carried it out of her office.
You were shaking. You couldn’t even move. You just froze in place.
Sandrone turned around and looked at you with a fake smile on her face.
“Aww look at you.” She cooed as she caressed your cheek. “Such a poor little fragile thing. That’s what the bitch gets for even daring to look at my s/o.”
She wiped your tears off with a tissue, “hmm it’s getting late now. Come on, let’s go home.”
You didn’t even say anything. You were still frozen and scared.
She picked you up into her arms as she sat down onto the hand of a ruin guard. You visibly flinched as she touched you. You felt tears about to burst out of your eyes.
“Shh. Now, don't cry. It’s all over now.” Sandrone said as she kissed your lips.
Sandrone had a remote in her arms as she clicked a button. Then the ruin guard became awake and started walking the both of you out of her office, making their way into the “home” the both of you lived in.
About an hour later the both of you finally got back home. She got up into her bed as she cuddled with you as you laid into her arms. You waited for her to fall asleep, and as soon as you did, you crawled out of her arms. You made a run for it and you never looked back.
Your new home was a small cabin in the middle of the woods. There were barely any people near your cabin that lived close by. You decided to get some fresh air as you felt like you wanted to take a walk and clear your mind.
You put on your coat and you began walking into a trail in the woods. It was refreshing to be outside. You have been walking for about an hour when suddenly you hear a tree branch crunch behind you. You jumped in fear as you scanned your surroundings, but you couldn’t see anyone. It wasn’t anyone, but rather something.
You checked behind yourself again when suddenly you noticed…
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
A fucking ruin guard was right behind you on your tail.
Out of all the things she could’ve done. She sent a fucking ruin guard on your tail.
You fucking panicked as you ran and you hid behind a gigantic rock in the middle of the forest.
You waited for the ruin guard to go away. You were scared and your heart was beating so fast.
Suddenly, the ruin guard grabbed you into its hand. You screamed and thrashed around as you tried to break free from its suffocating grip. You notice the other hand of the ruin guard had a syringe in its hand.
The ruin guard lifted its other hand and lifted the syringe along with it. Suddenly the syringe went into your neck as you felt it pressing something into you. You suddenly felt sleepy. A few seconds afterwards, you fell asleep.
When you woke up, you were chained to Sandrone’s bed. You had a gag in your mouth.
A few moments later, Sandrone entered the room with a smile on your face as she saw that you were finally awake.
She had a tray of food in her hands as she placed it in front of you onto the bed. She tore off the gag and undid the chain on your arms. Unfortunately, she left the chain on your legs off that way you couldn’t do something stupid.
“Eat. You must be hungry already.”
You obeyed as you knew you were in deep trouble. The feeling of dread suddenly spread throughout your body as you were scared on what punishment you would receive from escaping from her.
Author’s Note #2 : GUYS HELP THIS WAS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN IN SO LONG. IS IT GOOD? I’M SCARED THAT IT’S BAD. HELP I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR WRITING THIS LONG ASS SHIT.
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The Sloth [Yan! Columbina x Saintess! Reader x Yan! Capitano]
Warnings: Yandere themes, non-consensual touching, implied captive situation, implied Stockholm syndrome, disturbing tones, mistreatment, objectifying, Columbina being built different.
Word count: 1k
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It was considerably more difficult than you anticipated to carry out your duties as a Saintess. Even if you have significantly improved in your divinity since being forced to depart from your home, having to endure people's prayers all day long was still rather taxing.
You lean back against the fountain and yawn lightly as you drift mindlessly into the stainless coloured glass that surrounds the cathedral's walls.
It seems like The Captain is going to be late today.
"You look rather tired today, dear Saintess."
A somewhat delicate and sweet voice rang throughout the corridor. It was incredibly gentle and pure, and it reminded you of an angel's singing voice, ready to ascend from the Celestial and onto Teyvat. Unconsciously flattening out the creases within your white dress, you sat up and wedged yourself up against the fountain's marble ledge. There was a short giggle, as if someone was entertained by your pitiful attempt to make yourself presentable. You whirled around to confront the owner of the voice, observing a somewhat small girl perched on the other side of the fountain.
Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, delicately fiddling with the flower petals submerged within it. She wore two hair clips on the crown of her head that somewhat mimicked angel wings, and her hair was rather long and spilled to her waist. She had her eyes closed, thick lashes brushing against her skin, and a content smile upon her face.
Her beauty nearly took your breath away.
"Ah, yes. I am simply feeling a little peckish."
You clumsily coughed and tucked a strand of your thick locks behind your ears, trying to hide your exhaustion. The woman effortlessly ceases in caressing the water and raises her face to your direction to reveal the white blindfold that covered her eyes.
"It's alright to admit that you're tired."
You could only glare at her in shame as she giggles, her luscious ruby lips curling into a wider smile. The woman suddenly propelled herself off the marble surface, her manicure lightly scraping against the cold surface before she pushed herself over the ledge of the fountain. You stared in splendour as she ventured into the water with her white flats, eloquently strolling towards you.
Her movements were so subtle that not a single splash of water could be heard, only her sporadic humming. She stops in front of you, staring at you with her bizarre smile.
"The soul of a sluggard yearns for things but receives nothing, but the soul of a diligent person is abundantly supplied"
The girl drew close and whispered gently, her breath fluttering against your face. Although she smelled somewhat akin to white lilies, there was this weird distinctive smell radiating off her. Much like the smell of blood.
What?
You were left with no choice but to merely gawk at her in bewilderment as you made a slow effort to comprehend her words and scrutinised her unchanging expression. Her knees lightly touched yours as she positioned herself next to you, which was far close for comfort.
"I don't understand what you're trying to suggest here."
You responded, making an effort to appear as firm as you could, but failing. Instead, in accordance with the expression on your face, your voice came out as being somewhat frail and bewildered. However, the woman simply rested her hand against the curve of your shoulder, seemingly to relax under your chin.
Despite your frantic attempt to shrug her aside, all she manages to do is pin your wrists on the marble floor with her hands, but she manages to trap your wrists to the marble floor with her fingers.
She was far more formidable than you had anticipated. Even as you struggled to escape her grasp, her wrists barely budged and she appeared to be unfazed by the situation. Every time she twisted her head, her long, thick hair would tickle at the naked skin of your body. With your breathing laboured and a bizarre sensation pervading your chest, you could do nothing but remain motionless beneath her.
Something was strange with this woman.
Your instinct is warning you that this woman is certainly dangerous despite the heavenly image she gives off. Something sinister and utterly evil was concealed beneath the angelic exterior. Her soul was seemingly shrouded in nothing but darkness, hollowed and empty, like a shell without a soul.
You need to get out.
You need to get out.
There is something dangerous within this woman.
Your forehead was damp as you laboriously tried to breathe through your nose at this point. You had the faintest feeling that your consciousness was beginning to slowly elude you, despite your desperate attempts to stay awake.
However, a rather large hand snatched your shoulder and yanked you away from the woman. An instant feeling of relief formed within your chest as it suddenly became easier to breathe.
"Columbina. May I ask what you are doing here?"
Capitano questioned as he tugged you away from the young woman and placed himself in front of you. The man's broad physique easily makes it impossible for you to see the woman, given how enormous he was compared to you.
A light faint chuckle can only be heard from the woman - or in this case, Columbina.
"You are not required to worry about such trivial concerns, Captain. I was only paying a visit to our Nation's Saintess."
She murmured while stretching her limbs and letting out a yawn. Seemingly unbothered by the subtle anger that leaked from the darkness within the Captain's mask. You moved forward to grab hold of the Captain's coat, since you were still disoriented from the earlier occurrences that had transpired. His fingers managed to make their way to brush your palm as he felt you tremble behind him. His index finger tracing the entirety of your palm in a circular motion.
"The little Birdie seems to be frightened."
Columbina hummed as she emerged from the fountain and peered eagerly at your quivering form, which was perfectly concealed behind Capitano's back.
"Maybe I strayed too far unknowingly. Saintess, I apologise."
You were aware of her absolute lack of sincerity. Not with the way her eyes are still turned skyward in a joyous manner and how her lips continue to flutter in a frantic smile. Columbina knelt down and extended out her hand in your direction, anticipating for you to place your fingers within her gloved hands.
She knew you couldn't refuse, it was inappropriate for a Saintess to reject a welcome gesture from her subjects.
When you turn to look at Capitano, he begrudgingly nods and encourages you to position your hand in her palm. However, out of nowhere, she caught hold of your fingers hard and brought the back of your hands toward her lips. You could almost feel her lips curve into a grin as she gazed at you after placing a very little kiss upon your knuckles.
"I'm overjoyed to be here with Teyvat's most divine entity. I warmly welcome you to the heart of Snezhnaya, my dear Saintess."
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The Sloth [Yan! Columbina x Saintess! Reader x Yan! Capitano]
A part of the Harbinger of Misery [Yan! Capitano x Saintess! Reader] series
Warnings: Yandere themes, non-consensual touching, implied captive situation, implied Stockholm syndrome, disturbing tones, mistreatment, objectifying, Columbina being built different.
Word count: 1k
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It was considerably more difficult than you anticipated to carry out your duties as a Saintess. Even if you have significantly improved in your divinity since being forced to depart from your home, having to endure people's prayers all day long was still rather taxing.
You lean back against the fountain and yawn lightly as you drift mindlessly into the stainless coloured glass that surrounds the cathedral's walls.
It seems like The Captain is going to be late today.
"You look rather tired today, dear Saintess."
A somewhat delicate and sweet voice rang throughout the corridor. It was incredibly gentle and pure, and it reminded you of an angel's singing voice, ready to ascend from the Celestial and onto Teyvat. Unconsciously flattening out the creases within your white dress, you sat up and wedged yourself up against the fountain's marble ledge. There was a short giggle, as if someone was entertained by your pitiful attempt to make yourself presentable. You whirled around to confront the owner of the voice, observing a somewhat small girl perched on the other side of the fountain.
Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, delicately fiddling with the flower petals submerged within it. She wore two hair clips on the crown of her head that somewhat mimicked angel wings, and her hair was rather long and spilled to her waist. She had her eyes closed, thick lashes brushing against her skin, and a content smile upon her face.
Her beauty nearly took your breath away.
"Ah, yes. I am simply feeling a little peckish."
You clumsily coughed and tucked a strand of your thick locks behind your ears, trying to hide your exhaustion. The woman effortlessly ceases in caressing the water and raises her face to your direction to reveal the white blindfold that covered her eyes.
"It's alright to admit that you're tired."
You could only glare at her in shame as she giggles, her luscious ruby lips curling into a wider smile. The woman suddenly propelled herself off the marble surface, her manicure lightly scraping against the cold surface before she pushed herself over the ledge of the fountain. You stared in splendour as she ventured into the water with her white flats, eloquently strolling towards you.
Her movements were so subtle that not a single splash of water could be heard, only her sporadic humming. She stops in front of you, staring at you with her bizarre smile.
"The soul of a sluggard yearns for things but receives nothing, but the soul of a diligent person is abundantly supplied"
The girl drew close and whispered gently, her breath fluttering against your face. Although she smelled somewhat akin to white lilies, there was this weird distinctive smell radiating off her. Much like the smell of blood.
What?
You were left with no choice but to merely gawk at her in bewilderment as you made a slow effort to comprehend her words and scrutinised her unchanging expression. Her knees lightly touched yours as she positioned herself next to you, which was far close for comfort.
"I don't understand what you're trying to suggest here."
You responded, making an effort to appear as firm as you could, but failing. Instead, in accordance with the expression on your face, your voice came out as being somewhat frail and bewildered. However, the woman simply rested her hand against the curve of your shoulder, seemingly to relax under your chin.
Despite your frantic attempt to shrug her aside, all she manages to do is pin your wrists on the marble floor with her hands, but she manages to trap your wrists to the marble floor with her fingers.
She was far more formidable than you had anticipated. Even as you struggled to escape her grasp, her wrists barely budged and she appeared to be unfazed by the situation. Every time she twisted her head, her long, thick hair would tickle at the naked skin of your body. With your breathing laboured and a bizarre sensation pervading your chest, you could do nothing but remain motionless beneath her.
Something was strange with this woman.
Your instinct is warning you that this woman is certainly dangerous despite the heavenly image she gives off. Something sinister and utterly evil was concealed beneath the angelic exterior. Her soul was seemingly shrouded in nothing but darkness, hollowed and empty, like a shell without a soul.
You need to get out.
You need to get out.
There is something dangerous within this woman.
Your forehead was damp as you laboriously tried to breathe through your nose at this point. You had the faintest feeling that your consciousness was beginning to slowly elude you, despite your desperate attempts to stay awake.
However, a rather large hand snatched your shoulder and yanked you away from the woman. An instant feeling of relief formed within your chest as it suddenly became easier to breathe.
"Columbina. May I ask what you are doing here?"
Capitano questioned as he tugged you away from the young woman and placed himself in front of you. The man's broad physique easily makes it impossible for you to see the woman, given how enormous he was compared to you.
A light faint chuckle can only be heard from the woman - or in this case, Columbina.
"You are not required to worry about such trivial concerns, Captain. I was only paying a visit to our Nation's Saintess."
She murmured while stretching her limbs and letting out a yawn. Seemingly unbothered by the subtle anger that leaked from the darkness within the Captain's mask. You moved forward to grab hold of the Captain's coat, since you were still disoriented from the earlier occurrences that had transpired. His fingers managed to make their way to brush your palm as he felt you tremble behind him. His index finger tracing the entirety of your palm in a circular motion.
"The little Birdie seems to be frightened."
Columbina hummed as she emerged from the fountain and peered eagerly at your quivering form, which was perfectly concealed behind Capitano's back.
"Maybe I strayed too far unknowingly. Saintess, I apologise."
You were aware of her absolute lack of sincerity. Not with the way her eyes are still turned skyward in a joyous manner and how her lips continue to flutter in a frantic smile. Columbina knelt down and extended out her hand in your direction, anticipating for you to place your fingers within her gloved hands.
She knew you couldn't refuse, it was inappropriate for a Saintess to reject a welcome gesture from her subjects.
When you turn to look at Capitano, he begrudgingly nods and encourages you to position your hand in her palm. However, out of nowhere, she caught hold of your fingers hard and brought the back of your hands toward her lips. You could almost feel her lips curve into a grin as she gazed at you after placing a very little kiss upon your knuckles.
"I'm overjoyed to be here with Teyvat's most divine entity. I warmly welcome you to the heart of Snezhnaya, my dear Saintess."
#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#genshin impact#yandere columbina x reader#columbina#yandere x reader
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from aree: The Harbinger Trailer has consumed me yall are getting a brainrot. (I made this when the trailer first came out and have never posted it so here it is).
tw for yandere content
Yandere!Harbingers with a "darling" who is the right hand of the Tsaritsa herself. Not a Harbinger, but nonetheless important because they're the main strategist of the Fatui. I can just imagine the pain for the Harbingers because although darling is within arms reach, they're not allowed to make a move lest they anger their ruler.
Childe who first sees you akin to a younger sibling amongst the Fatui - you're no underling, on par with a Harbinger in importance if not more, protected almost as much as the Archon Herself - it would be hard not to be protective of you. And yet as you fix his wounds after another fight he started, telling him off in place of Her Majesty, giving him tips on how he could've fought better in whispers in between, his growing need for your attention consumes him. When he kisses your cheek (as thanks, he says) in front of the other Harbingers he's already looking forward to you treating the injuries they're sure to beat into him.
Scaramouche who grins when the Harbingers bristle as you walk side by side in the halls of Zapolyarny Palace - he says you should consider it an honor to walk with him, and it inflates his ego when you reply with a small nod and a smaller smile. Behind the others' backs, he follows you like a lost child, always walking behind you, gripping on to the back of your clothes like you might slip away if he's not careful. He's obsessed with the way you look at him and ask him questions about his creation. He fails to see that the adoration you hold for him is as hollow as he is.
Signora wonders if you know when she is at her lowest, that would certainly explain things, wouldn't it? She thinks she has lost her mind when she sees glimpses of her lost love when turning corners too quickly, haunting her when she lets her guard down but then you're in front of her, greeting her with a soft smile that feels all too familiar and she realizes she has gone mad in other ways (she welcomes that newfound madness like the lover that it is, finally coming home).
Pantalone who believes that one of life's greatest pleasures is to own what others cannot - to collect the rare, the exquisite and the hard to obtain - and to have you, a person of great mind and ranking, be dangled right infront of him on a piece of gold thread held by the Tsaritsa, who was he to resist the urge to make you his? (after all, he deserves only the best) The longer he does not have you, the more your worth rises in his eyes.
Dottore who initially wants to pick apart your brain (quite literally) but his interest shifts and doubles when he reaches an epiphany that what he truly lacked from the Akademiya was someone who shared his intellect, a genius to match his own. Maybe you don't share his affinity for biology, but he loves the way your conversations keeps him on his toes (if you weren't a being close to perfection for him before, then you certainly are now.)
Arlecchino who watches as you care for the children in the orphanage, checking in on them even long after they've joined the ranks of the Fatui and compares it to the frigid ways of the other Harbingers. For the first time since being a part of this cold nation, she is envious of the warmth you give (why must you have so much love to share?) She thinks that should the day come she turns her back on this frigid country, she would surely take your hearth with her.
Marionette who finds herself being drawn to the way you move around a room and hold yourself up in front of people, marveling at the intricacies of each part of your body and the way they make up the being that is you (you could trip and fall and she'd still sigh in awe). Her fascination turns you from muse to future subject. Surely such a specimen must be preserved, right? Not to mention, there would be no greater honor than to turn the Tsaritsa's best into a perfect unchanging doll.
Damselette who usually goes quiet when you're in the same room as her, always eager to hear you talk, almost hissing when a Harbinger tries to speak over you. She finds your voice is the one in her head who speaks reason to her when she gets a bit out of control (Does she listen? No, but your voice is always ever so lovely). Wouldn't it be so nice if you're the lone voice she hears always, the same way you're already always in her thoughts?
Capitano who is thankful his mask covers the fond look he gets when you turn to him - not with fear like the lower ranking Fatui or haughty like the Harbingers - but as an equal, leveling him with a gaze that leaves him fooling himself that it means something more. He's less thankful for his mask when someone calls your attention away from him and he can't control the glare he sends their way (maybe if they saw the way he looked at them, they'd finally be put in their place).
Pulcinella is quick to put you in a pedestal - you are someone to be respected and someone to be kept at a distance. And yet as he watches the Harbingers fall deeper and deeper into obsession, he takes it upon himself to protect the Tsaritsa's favorite and the Fatui's brain from whatever his co workers are plotting. As he spends more time with you (making sure the others do not occupy all of your time), the pedestal he keeps you on crumbles until all he sees is another child to keep under his wing. He fails to see he has only fallen into a different hole as the rest.
Strategist!Darling who may pretend to be oblivious to the Harbingers' feelings but is actually letting it all happen to make sure they all stay under the Tsaritsa's rule one way to another.
Does Pierro know what you're doing? Maybe. It's not like he is blind to how the Harbingers act around you, subtle as they try to be. If you spend enough time with him, you might be able to tell that he enjoys watching you play the part of a fool, dancing around the others and making them dance for you, too. He might even step in once he thinks the other Harbingers are stepping out of line, but it all depends on what he gets out of sticking into your business.
I also like the dynamic where although the Harbingers cannot make a move to claim what is "their's", darling is just as trapped. Although they always sometimes want to leave, they know as much as anyone that the Tsaritsa is the only thing standing between them and the others. The moment they try to leave the Tsaritsa's side or they lose her favor, it's all fair game for the Harbingers.
Everyone is stuck in a stalemate until someone makes a misstep.
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columbina insists that you wear the same partial blindfold that she does.
at first, you assumed she wanted to better “play pretend” at a normal relationship, since the twisted waltz you’re both engaged in could be considered anything but. matching accessories are a romantic staple, especially for young lovers who wish to showcase their love without verbally proclaiming it. your variation was custom-made, silent seamstresses who didn’t even look up from the floor taking your measurements and then scuttling out from the room. you cherished the last days of having full autonomy over all five of your senses.
when the order was completed, it was columbina who secured it in place around your eyes.
it’s the same clinical shade of white that she so dearly adores and uses to decorate her own person. without sounding the least bit apologetic, she says it might take time for you to get used to, but the slight sheerness of the fabric should grant some leeway. as if that made the irritating addition to your already dreary life any better.
in a fit of pettiness, you make a small jab at this development.
“now that we match, do you think we’ll look more like a loving couple?”
without missing a beat, she responds, her voice cheerful as ever.
“i never looked at it that way. this is strictly for your benefit. everyone will know to tread lightly with you — or else they might just end up facing my wrath. as will you if you ever take this off.”
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hiii! can u write yandere harbingers with an archon reader? this ideas has been running in my head for days now. i do hope u can write it, thank u! ♡
how to defeat a giant | yandere! fatui harbingers x reader
part 1 part 2 part 3
summary: the harbingers fear that one day their archon will have no use for them, so they all agree to remove their archon's power with the help of dottore.
content warning: self-harm, mental break and abduction (?)
(I am sorry if this wasn't what you expected or what you wanted!!! I can always rewrite if you'd like♡♡)
your cries fell upon deaf ears.
a morose melody played in the corner of your room, it was sung by columbina as a gift to you and you loved it.
but now it was so loud and seemed to get louder as time went on and you couldn't bare it.
you felt overwhelmed and trapped. your nails continuously claw and bang on your bedroom door and the skin on your hand was becoming swollen and red.
it hurt. mentally and physically.
"open the door now! dottore, I know you hear me! open the door! open it now!" you cried, as you resorted to kicking the door with bare feet.
it hurt once again but you need to get out. you needed to understand what was happening to your body and why it was suddenly so weak.
the music continued to get louder.
"open the door! please dottore! don't do this... please!" you hit the door once again, then you kicked it before screaming as loudly as you could.
then there was a bang on the other side of the door, "your noble majesty... please, it's becoming late, why don't you go to sleep?"
CAPITANO.
the music paused and skipped slightly before playing again, louder than before.
"please open the door! capitano... please help me, i don't understand why this is happening to me," you pressed your hand against the door, your voice softening and capitano sighed, "try to rest, you need it. I'll speak to you in the morning-"
"no... I need to talk to you now, please, capitano, please open the door," your pleads made capitano frown, he took a cautioned step away from the door, to stop himself from opening it.
your powers weren't completely gone, but you didn't know that, of course, you were just in shock from the lack of power.
and the music got louder.
capitano wouldn't mind it if you hurt him, but you are still strong which means a single strike could potentially kill him. he wanted to live to see you.
"please don't leave! come back, please come back!" you pleaded once more and capitano wanted to see you.
he took a step towards the door and said, "stay away from the door... or else I won't open it," his tone was soft as he spoke to you.
the music paused once again but this time didn't start up again.
you backed away from the door and sat on your bed, your hands pressed against your thighs as you wait, the door slowly opened and capitano came in.
he shut the door behind himself and stood there, silently looking at you. "tell me what's going on?" you demand but your voice was shaky.
"dottore... has conducted an experiment on you... an experiment where he turns you into a human with no strength or power left," capitano took another step towards you until he was directly in front of you.
then the music played, even louder.
"why would he do that?" you questioned, your eyes growing tearful, "he fears that one day you will no longer find use in the harbingers. removing your powers will make you unable to get rid of us so easily."
a frown grew onto your face, as a tear left your eye, "I would never. you tell dottore I would never do that! tell him that! and then tell him to come speak to me!"
you hand pressed against capitano's chest and in a fit of rage, you shoved him back. he stumbled back slightly and nodded, "of course, your majesty. i will report back to you his respons-"
"go. tell him now."
capitano nodded once again before exiting the room and locking the door behind himself.
the moment the door shut you dropped to your knees and cried. you pulled at your hair, threw the nearest object across the room, and banged on the door. your anger something that would not be easily quenched.
the music paused, and three seconds later replayed.
the harbingers want to remove your powers?
after everything you've done for them? after you've provided for them and given them the funds to do whatever they'd like!?
you were about to hit the door once again when it began to open. "dottore! you explain yourself right now or else I'll make sure you are never able to explain anything again," you grabbed him and dragged him into the room, you were barely as strong as you use to be.
"I believe capitano has already made my intentions clear, has he not?" DOTTORE came in and shut the door behind himself before leaning onto the door, "I think it would be unfair to us all if you got rid of u-"
"i wouldn't do that! i wouldn't abandon the harbingers! I promise... so dottore, please restore my power," a tear fell from your eyes once again as you approached dottore, your voice a pleading whisper.
"all in good time, your majesty."
dottore raised his voice, to speak over the loud, ear-piercing sound of the music which played in your room.
you took a deep breath, another tear leaves your eye as you turn away from dottore, the music was now angering you.
you took three long strides toward the music player, picked it up, and threw it at the nearest wall.
silence. absolute silence.
no more music but instead the sound of your uneven breaths and soft cries.
dottore watched as your subtle anger became not-so-subtle. you threw stuff, you cried, you screamed, and you even resorted to harming yourself to release the pent-up anger.
this was not expected, at all.
but seeing his archon express such anger, he now understood why you lasted and stood your ground for so long.
you always had it in you.
you just suppressed it.
a grin grew on dottore's face as he watched you take one last object across the room before you grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged as hard as you could, a scream ripping through your throat as you did.
it was a pitiful sight.
dottore approached you after he no longer saw your breakdown as entertaining but upsetting.
"your majesty, why don't you lie down?"
you stilled when dottore approached you, before lunging at him, your nails scrapping his cheek before he could grab and stop you.
dottore took a step away, raising his hand to his cheek. "get out! don't come back unless you're here to apologize!"
dottore took a step back, hand lingering over the wound, before nodding, "I suggest you go to sleep, if you don't, you'll feel terrible in the morning."
then he left, the door slamming behind him. outside of the door was COLUMBINA, "may I go in?" she hand her hands together anxiously, her heart broken for you.
"do as you wish but don't stand too close," dottore mumbled, his finger grazing the painful wound once again.
columbina opened the door slowly, peeking in, and saw you laying on your bed, motionless, but the sound of your cries made it apparent that you were not asleep.
"your majesty... may I sing for you?"
you sat up slowly, your eyes tearful as you looked at columbina, her eyes watched your own as you asked "tell me, what did I do wrong?"
"nothing! you've done nothing wrong... we just don't want you to one day... send us away, that's all," columbina sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand onto your calf, "I don't want you to send me away... ever."
"i-i would never!" you sat up, shaking your head as a tear ran down your cheek, "I love all of you... I would never."
love? columbina's eyes subtly widened and her hand tensed on your leg causing her blunt nails to dig into your skin, "do you really love us?"
from outside the door, SANDRONE listened, her face red and her nails digging into her palm to contain the emotions she felt at that moment.
she needed to see you.
you took in a sharp breath, watching as columbina's grip on you tightened when you didn't reply so you nodded.
"please... don't do that. I've become far more sensitive to pain," columbina quickly pulled her hands away and apologized.
suddenly there was a knock on the door and sandrone peeked in, "i was hoping I could come in... just for a few minutes."
columbina nodded and sandrone entered, seating herself directly beside you. she took your hand into hers and began tracing patterns on your skin.
sandrone has a small project of her own going on; making a puppet that looked exactly like you, down to the smallest details.
surely you'd be disgusted if you ever found out, so it was her little secret, a pastime project, just for her entertainment.
so far she has finished the head and is starting on the upper half of the body. she wasn't sure how she'd make it 100% accurate but she was trying and wouldn't give up.
"I hope you're feeling well, your majesty, I'm sure today had been difficult on you," sandrone ran her finger across your collar bone and you flinched, "please... you and everyone else you have come in here knows I'm not doing well, so don't ask."
sandrone nods, "of course, my apologies."
you slowly laid back down, your face in the pillow, and sandrone began to touch your side and back, working to have as much accuracy as possible.
she poked and pinched you, watching how you'd flinch and listening to how you'd gasp. your reactions were perfect, they were so... human-like.
columbina glanced over to sandrone, who touched you without a care for how you felt, and narrowed her eyes, "may I sing for you, your majesty?"
you shook your head, raising your hand and pulling sandrone's hand away from your body, "I'm exhausted... please leave, both of you."
sandrone straightened her back and nodded, "sleep well your majesty."
"yes. I hope to see you soon," columbina stood up and followed sandrone as she left.
you lay there, understanding that nothing would ever be the same for you and that your relationship with the harbingers would no longer be positive as you slowly drifted to sleep.
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you awoke to the sound of knocking. gentle, hesitant knocking, you sat up and rubbed your hand, which was slowly forming a bruise from the day before.
"what is it?" you grumbled, as you stood up from your bed your knees buckled and you fell. the door opened quickly and before you could stand someone, PANTALONE was already helping you up.
"sit down, it'll be alright," he helped you back onto the bed before lifting something from the bed that he presumably sat down on before helping you up.
"I got this for you," it was a dark blue, silk robe, you sat silently as you stared at it. really? does he think a gift is going to change your mood at all? "I believe it will suit you very well."
your eyes narrowed as he reached towards your present robe, "may i? he wrapped a finger around the cloth and tugged slightly and you shook your head, moving his hand away.
"no, you may not. what do you think you'll gain from giving me something? my favor? last i heard all of the harbingers were in on this, including you," you sat up once again and this time didn't collapse, "you all want to take away my power over some irrational fear? pathetic."
"i only agreed to such things out of fear of losing you, your majesty... our fears are rational, perhaps we haven't said it enough but we truly do care for you... it would break my heart if you were to get rid-"
the was no warning, only the smack and painful realization that pantalone had upset you.
"forgive me, your majesty. I misspoke... I upset you, please forgive me," pantalone couldn't look at you, knowing you were upset with him, so upset that you hit him.
the skin of your palm stung as you dropped your hand to your side. pantalone stared off to the side, a hand hovering over the red skin of his cheek, as he mustered up the courage to say once again, "I am terribly sorry, i... ill do better but please forgive me, your majesty."
you nodded, slowly before saying, "if you're truly sorry... you'll find a way for me to regain my power."
"but-"
"if not, leave and never face me again."
pantalone winced before he nodded, "i... I'll do what i can, please forgive me if i am unable to convince dottore."
pantalone bowed his head slightly before exiting the room.
you stood in the middle of your room for a few minutes, in absolute silence, unmoving, looking out your window, watching the snow fall until the door opened once again but this time it was ARLECCHINO.
"I want to help you, your majesty. i-i wasn't thinking correctly when we agreed to thi-"
"you want to help me? is that true?" you slowly turned away from the window to look at her. she wasn't known for her selflessness so you were weary at the moment.
"yes. I am very sorry, words won't explain how sorry I am, you'll just have to believe me and follow after me," arlecchino took a step into the room, the door remaining open, "come with me."
you took a step toward her, watching as she held her hand out to you, you placed your hand into hers and she brought you out of your room.
"oh my..." you never realized how suffocating being only in your room was until you stepped out. cold air brushed past your body and you smiled, "thank you."
you squeezed arlecchino's hand as she led you down the long hallway, in a rush. the sun was rising, meaning many more people would soon fill this building.
"we must hurry," arlecchino spoke in a hushed tone before turning and leading you down a new hallway, "this way."
"hey, comrade!" the loud voice echoed down the hallway, and your eyes widened, "shut it!" arlecchino quickly said, as she led you past CHILDE without another word.
"what's this all about? where are you two going?" childe questioned as he began to follow after the two of you, his shoulder brushing yours as he walked aside from you.
"childe, please lower your voice," arlecchino says once again, "where are you two going?" childe whispers.
"away from here, the harbingers are being cruel and unfair, it's no-"
"why? I thought we were going to keep our majesty here, didn't you agree-"
"childe, don't you have work to do?" arlecchino commented, shooting a glare at childe before speeding up her pace, as the two of you got closer to the front door.
childe scoffed, "no! I'm free at the moment, mind if I tag along?"
"no, this is our business, not yours."
"anything that concerns our majesty is my business... I hope you don't intend on taking our majesty away for yourself."
"shut up, childe, go do something else," arlecchino's grip on you tightened, her frustration apparent as she glared at childe.
"if that were the case... I'd be jealous that you'd have our majesty all to yourself," childe's voice softened as he leaned closer to you, "I'd be very jealous."
"please childe-" you looked back at him, your expression pleading, and childe made a confused expression.
"I don't think it's fair that arlecchino can do this... but if I did it I'd get in much trouble!"
"shut up, childe!" arlecchino growled, tugging you away from him and holding you closer to herself.
"I think you might be more jealous than I am," childe laughed.
"don't listen to him... you'll stay with me until I can get dottore to restore your power," arlecchino said just before she opened the door and you scoffed.
you could see right through her and her silly lies. yes, she was going to help you, then attempt to keep you for herself. how kind.
"arlecchino."
the two of you stilled, arlecchino glanced back first and her face dropped.
PIERRO.
"I believe we made a deal, did we not? return (y/n) to their chambers at once."
"pierro, shh. it's not fai-"
pierro took two long strides toward the two of you and pulled you away from arlecchino, "it would be a shame if word got to dottore, no?"
arlecchino nodded, "then hurry. the sun is rising quickly."
wow. she gave up on you so quickly. you frowned and pierro brought you back to your chambers, "this is for the good of the fatui. without you, we would be nothing. we need you, (y/n)."
"without you, we would be nothing. "
nothing.
you sat at the edge of your bed and wept. tears falling from your eyes without seizing and you couldn't control it.
"you will all pay for this! I swear you will!" you cried out, banging on the door after feeling a sudden burst of anger and energy.
then you dropped to your knees and cried once more. perhaps you were finally accepting, that the fatui needed you.
"open this door! how dare you... how dare you disrespect me?" you cried, gently banging your head on the door, repeatedly.
it wasn't fair. none of this was fair to you.
you were mad, you were sad, you were confused. you didn't know what to do. it seemed that the only thing you could do at this moment was wait.
and once again, your cries fell upon deaf ears.
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A Funerary Smile
yandere harbingers (minus pierro, capitano and pulcinella) x reader
cw: yandere, some not sfw themes, gore stuff if you squint, darling is a little unstable
wc: 1.4k+
The Harbingers are cruel.
With their prowess and influence they were as infamous as they were well-known. As such, their methods of acquiring what they desired were no secret to Teyvat, because, as it is often said ; the walls have ears. But you alone have been doubting that ever since your feet were bounded in shackles—the shackles of their power, resources and adoration to be precise. Because, if the walls truly had ears, why were they rendered deaf before your pleas for freedom?
Word around Zapolyarny Palace travels surprisingly fast as there are always bored guards and agents who were more than happy to ignite the sparks of gossip. Yet, there's not a single syllable uttered when you're seen strolling by, dressed in lavish garbs and jewelry so obviously gifted by Pantalone. The guards don't even raise their masked eyes as the banker pulls you closer than what should be appropriate for public display. Or perhaps, they don't even seem to be breathing due to the exact reason of his presence.
You offer no struggle either having already learned your lesson. Even still, the Regrator makes sure to tighten his possessive hold, a warning to bahave and the aching marks on your neck statue you to obedience. How you would've loved to slap that God-forsaken smile that tortures you even in your dreams.
Even as Arlecchino is more or less ripping Pantalone's gifts from your body and dressing you into newer, finer garbs (as she likes to say), garbs that were owned by her ; you don't feel the least bit of comfort. Even as the Knave delicately caresses you, showers you in feather light kisses—gestures that felt more possessive and meant to comfort her instead of you ; you feel no warmth. Your heart no longer skips a beat at her princely charms, not when her demands are on par with the Balladeer's.
Ah, Balladeer. An implacable bastard. You know a fraction of his eventful past from the once-in-a-blue-moon moments of quietude, vulnerability. When he would cling to your being like a drowning man to a wooden log, making you swear to not betray him, leave him—an ironic contrast to daylight, when he would toy with you like the sadist he was. A pitiful creature he might be but you can't bring yourself to offer him that remorse.
Sometimes, you place your palm utop your heart to check if it's still beating. Your brows crease to the unfortunate thumps and you wonder, if so, why do I feel nothing? Why is it so cold? The boreal winds froze everything in its wake. You muse if you should accept Dottore's offer, perhaps then, you could feel happiness again? You're no stranger to the Doctor's eccentric ‘ideas’ and ‘experiments’, not anymore when he offers you a front row seat to them. You're forced to sit through his passionate fits and although you don't understand half of what he says, you know the gist and, it's as horrifying as his exclamations of love.
Despite knowing Dottore's unhinged nature well, you still entertain such morbid thoughts with a blank face. Perhaps, Damselette's dark humor has rubbed off on you. But you know there's another one after your anatomy. When it's her turn to lock you in her laboratory, you silently take a deep breath to face the incoming madness—can it even be called such when The Marionette says those things with the most innocent face in all of Teyvat? You don't know anymore.
Even when the moon would replace the sun, snowstorms becoming deadlier outside and chalendiers would be lit, you had no rest. The sun's fall signalled respite for the others in Zapolyarny, but for you, it rang like the midnight bell signalling Lady Columbina's turn. Her songs that once lulled you to sweet dreams, now sound more like requiems. It's still much preferable to her mind games and playful threats, although. You'd only wish her embrace wasn't so suffocating.
Even the weakest of them spares you not. Seeking to be a silver-adorning knight in a sea of blood. You welcomed his sympathy at first, when you were still clinging to the last scraps of sanity. You didn't push him away from mock embraces of comfort when you still had the chance to. You thought you had a chance, an escape route ; oblivious to the fact that you had just nurtured a new impediment. You're a fool, an idiot. Because you forgot, weakest of them Tartaglia maybe but he was still stronger than you.
Their individual toxicity is still nothing compared to the theatrics that played in those damned dinner-parties. The environment of when the Harbingers gathered are so tense that you wonder if the knife would break if you tried to slice it through the air. All it takes is for one of them to make a comment on you and boom, it feels like a second Cataclysm has broken lose. If Lord Pierro or Pulcinella aren't there to stop them in time, you might as well start praying.
The Harbingers are cruel, so so cruel. Their cruelty extends further than just their treatment to you, their dear little doll. It implicates itself through their provocative whispers against each other, it hides itself betwixt the bloody remains of those who were foolish enough to interject and the only thing that's keeping them from lunging at each other is probably the Tsaritsa's sentence.
But did you deserve to be caught between this crazy charade? This game of being thrown from one lion's den to the other, reduced to nothing but a stress toy for them? And they, the starved beasts they were, had made you understand very well that in this lifetime, freedom would not be a privilege you could have. Your soul, so deprived of warmth, of life. Your heart that continues beating pathetically, rendered incapable of true emotion—just like they wanted.
Even now, as the moonlight shines upon the Fair Lady's coffin surrounded by fake mourn ; you feel nothing. The Fair Lady, or Rosalyn, had a share to your misery, too. If you closed your eyes, you could still recall her vice grip and that strange mixture of warmth and cool ; something you used to be curious of until they threatened to consume you. She was as heartless as she was someone with one and like all of these souls under the Tsaritsa's decree, she too, was a pitiful soul. But you're no less selfish than them, maybe that's why Rosalyn's passing had no effect on you.
Lady Columbina's song truly does feel like a requiem now, you felt a chill run down your spine ; from the cold or from the eerie sound that travelled all around the hall you didn't know. You can hear the other Harbingers' voices in the background, an ensuing squabble over La Signora's passing or something. You don't really pay it any mind, seeking comfort in the fur coat that Arlecchino so graciously draped over you earlier.
“—But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the Gnosis from Inazuma?”
“Conventional wisdom holds that Divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he'll make his next move.”
The Doctor's masked eyes leave the blue vile to your laying figure by the coffin's side and a smirk creeps up next.
“Besides...he has a reason to return, after all.”
When you open your eyes next time, a scarlet fire moth descends upon her coffin, one so familiar. You watch unblinking as it slowly dissipates in the moonlight, becoming one with the icy winter. You can't help but wonder if Signora's doom had been a result of her karma, the thought surprisingly pleasing. If that were to be true, then surely the other Harbingers' would catch up sometime, no?
It's such a shame, the northern lights accompanied by the moonshine seemed so heavenly tonight but the person who'd promised to share this view with you one night, is already buried beneath layer upon layer of ice. Far, far away in a land where you were away from her reach and you couldn't wait for the day the others would join her, too.
You're thankful for the fur coat actually, not because it stave off the biting cold — but because it hid the first genuine smile that bloomed on your face in months.
It would've been a beautiful sight, had it not found amusement in such a circumstance.
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"I Have Something To Tell You."
Part I Part II Part III
Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Yandere Genshn Impact, non religious SAGAU, Yandere Fatui Harbingers
Word count: 3.1k
Includes: Portrayal of mental illness, suicide, description of injury,
Synopsis: After killing yourself and landing in the world of Genshin Impact, you reflect on all that has gone wrong.
•~•~•~•~•~•
You don't really want to go home. Not exactly. But it's easier to say you miss your bed than to say you'd be fine with any bed, so long as it isn't the one in your wing.
You thought people who get isekaied into new worlds were supposed to be happy. You've always been unlucky, you suppose. That's right. It's easier to say you were unlucky than to face the reality of the situation: that this was all your own fault.
You should have sucked it up. Should have gone to counseling or stayed at a hospital. Should have done something else. Should have done anything else.
You should never have killed yourself.
•~•~•~•~•~•
It all started maybe a week ago. You've always been depressed. Never passionate about anything other than your video games, never smiling at anything other than a shiny new character or banner weapon, but it had never been this bad before. For all the talk, you had never actually wanted to die.
But then something changed. You aren't quite sure what it was that set you off. Maybe a particularly bad day at work, a side effect from an experimental medication you're on, or nothing at all. Regardless, something changed, and it changed fast. Soon, death became all you could think about. It plagued your mind both night and day until, at last, you slit your wrists in the bathtub, and when that didn't work, and you woke up again, you climbed up your local water tower and jumped off.
But it didn't matter. You woke up again. Looking different, but still undeniably you. Your face and voice had changed, but the same two scars still sit mockingly upon your wrists. You can't say you're prettier now, just different. Weren't the protagonists of transmigration stories meant to wake up in beautiful bodies, completely unlike their originals? So why was it that your hair and eyes remained the same, that only your face and body had differed?
“Your body,” Dottore explained, “was completely destroyed during your fall. So it reconstructed itself, leaving you a little different, a little the same. That's why,” he said, tapping your wrists,”—that these are still here.” Any other scars you have had disappeared from your body, any blemishes vanished, though the two on your wrists remained. It left you looking smooth and unfinished, a pale imitation of who you once were. Like someone who had only seen you a couple of times tried to draw you from memory. Dottore told you it was because you were attached to them. That the scars shaped your soul, hence their survival. You didn't quite understand, if you're being honest, but he seemed to know what he was talking about, so you didn't bother to question it.
When you woke up again after death, the first thing you noticed was how cold it was. The chill wind was bitter against your white nightwear, the breeze penetrating through the thin fabric as easily as a needle piercing one's skin. The cold seemed to seep into you, lodging itself deep inside your bones.
It was snowing, you realized dimly. That's odd. It hardly ever snowed anymore. The thought that you ought to have been dead by now hadn't yet occured to you, only the thought of cold and bitter winter days lingered in your mind. You thought of school being dismissed due to snow in your youth, of playing and building snowmen as a child. You recalled how the snow eventually stopped coming in winters, due to the Earth’s gradual heating. When it did come, it was a sad and pathetic thing, only a few inches total, melting as soon as it hit the ground.
You thought long and deeply, in an odd, serene state of mind despite, or perhaps because of the polar cold. You aren't quite sure how long you stayed there, reminiscing, but it must have been quite a while, seeing as how your fingers and toes turned black, contrasting starkly against the snow.
It was Tartaglia who found you first, buried knee-deep in snow, strangely calm despite the way your fingertips are blackened by the cold. Of course, you were calm. You were supposed to be dead anyway.
“You okay there, comrade?” He asked you, waving a hand in front of your face. You blinked at him slowly but otherwise didn't respond. You were so still that he would have thought you dead if not for the soft rising and falling of your chest. Tartaglia attributed your inaction to shock—a symptom he's seen plenty of during his time as a Fatuus. Seeing as how you seemed unable (or perhaps unwilling) to move, he simply picked you up and dragged you back to the Zapolyarny Palace, where you were able to warm up and get treatment.
In normal circumstances, your arms and legs would have had to be amputated, but your circumstances were far from normal.
Dottore was the one who had saved your limbs (Your legs, having been buried in the snow for hours, were beyond saving, but your fingers and hands were able to recover). For that, you were grateful. He’s a creep, sure, but sentiments of debt made you tolerate his odd rambles about medical malpractice. Made you politely ignore the way his hands seemed to linger and stray.
After all, if he could save your limbs from certain death, he could most certainly remove them with just as much ease, too.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•
The mirror in your quarters is broken.
You punched it when you first saw yourself reflected in its panes and refused to get a replacement, despite the many urgings of Pantalone to let him buy you one. Simply having your mirror broken was not enough to completely block out your new reflection, so you requested a can of blackout paint to be brought over to your room, where you then did a—in hindsight—rather shoddy job of enshrouding the reflective surface. It looked bad, but you didn't care.
All you cared about was never seeing the face that you hesitate to call yours ever again.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•
You aren't quite sure why Tartaglia brought you back to the Palace when it would have been much easier to leave you in the snow. You asked him about it once, but his response was less than satisfactory.
“You could say I fell in love with you at first sight,” he said, ruffling your hair. Because what could be more charming than a frostbitten civilian in white nightwear that camouflages them in the snow?
You decided then and there to ignore any questions you had about the Harbingers’ growing attachment to you. You didn't need to know why they felt the way they did. Only that they did.
Only that they do.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
You were given a luxurious room at the Palace, far nicer than even the best of five-star resorts you could never afford. You even had your own personal maid, a brawny woman named Lera (an aptly chosen name, considering it means strength). She had her own helpers that also attended to you, three girls named Ana, Ulyana, and Irina (Ana and Ulyana are twins belonging to two rather uncreative parents, and Irina is an only child). Ana and Ulyana seem to be around your age, Irina a few years younger, and Lera about two decades older. Having the four of them around makes you feel as if you've been transmigrated into a romance fantasy novel.
When Tartaglia brought you to the Zapolyarny Palace, it caused a small ripple of chaos in its wake. The halls were filled with whispers about the strange person who seemed to have captured the heart of the eleventh Harbinger. Even more shocking than that, however, was the second’s agreement to heal you. There were many rumors going about, talk of backroom deals that must have been done to get Dottore to agree to save your arms, but no proof of such things were ever found. Some brave souls claimed that Dottore had also fallen for you and that that was why he had agreed to help. These people were hushed by their friends rather quickly, for fear of their own lives.
Stranger still was the seventh’s involvement in your recovery. Sandrone, though you're not sure how she heard about it or why she had decided to help, had created a pair of porcelain legs for you to wear. They were pretty, like a doll’s, a pale eggshell white with elegant gold carvings etched into the skin. They were comfortable, too, so much so that you almost forgot they were prosthetic, and Lera had to remind you multiple times to take them off before heading to bed.
You wanted to thank Sandrone for your legs, but you haven't seen her since your measurements and fitting. You asked a servant to send a message to her, but you've gotten no indication that she's even received it, let alone a response. As for Dottore, you were able to send your regards through Ulyana, who had to visit his section of the Palace anyway.
Tartaglia visits you daily, and soon you begin to coincidentally meet with the other Harbingers, who always seemed to have time for entertainment in the form of you.
“Oh, are you the one that our dear Tartaglia is so smitten with?” Came the sing-songy voice of Columbina. You pause, turning around slowly. To be honest, Columbina was one of the Harbingers you'd most like to avoid. Her soft voice sent shivers down your spine that—you hope—would be attributed to the cold instead.
You turn towards her, and, afraid your voice might crack, say nothing and simply nod instead.
“What’s your name, little songbird?” She asks you. You give it to her in a quiet voice, and she returns it with her own. Before she can say anything more, Tartaglia comes by and wraps an arm around you, making up some excuse about the two of you having someplace you needed to be. Columbina watches the two of you leave in silence, a small, closed-eyed smile upon her face.
Later, Tartaglia warns you away from Columbina. “There's something not right with her,” he says, a rare frown dancing upon his lips. “I can't place it, but you're better off staying away. And that's not just because I'd rather keep you to myself.” He then smiles and ruffles your hair in an attempt to lighten the mood. You don't say anything, but nod when he asks you to avoid her.
Pantalone is next. He visits you directly, bringing with him two golden bracelets you have no choice but to let him place upon your wrists. They do a good job of covering up your scars, which you assume is the intention behind the gift. It's oddly thoughtful, coming from him. But you know better than to think it was free.
You aren't sure if you want to know what he expects in exchange.
You meet with La Signora next, and you're surprised to see that she's still alive. You suppose the Traveler hasn't made it to Inazuma in this world yet. That's strange, but you decide not to dwell on it.
Next is Dottore’s segments, also still alive, and all of whom seem to enjoy lingering around your quarters. You often find one or two hanging around in the hallways, always making light conversation or asking if you require anything. You know better than to write it off as a coincidence, and for a while you entertained the thought that Dottore had put them up to it, before promptly writing it off as ridiculous.
Still, a small part of you can't help but wonder if the doctor has taken a special interest in one of his dear patients.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
Two weeks into your stay at the Zapolyarny Palace, you overhear a conversation amongst the servants. You hide behind a banister and listen in.
“How long has it been now?” Says a maid, a nervous hand tangled in her hair, tugging it slightly. You’ve seen her before but have never gotten her name. She’s speaking to another maid who you recognize as Tatinana.
“Almost a month, I’d say,” responds the other, gently stopping her from ruining her braids.
“Everyone’s getting antsy. I’ve never seen Lord Tartaglia so irritable.”
“I know what you mean. He used to be such a laid-back guy. Now, you can barely even hold a conversation without him looking at you like he’s ready to tear out your eyes. Lord Scaramouche has gotten even more unbearable to be around, too. And you can tell the Player’s absence has taken a toll on everyone else as well.” Player, huh? If their absence is so heavily noticed, they must be important. It’s odd, though. You’ve never once heard about such a character existing at all, let alone their disappearance. You keep listening, hoping for clues about this mysterious person’s identity.
“Don’t you think the timing is a little odd? They showed up right before the Player stopped logging in. They’ve got the Harbingers wrapped around their finger. It’s too precise to be a coincidence. There’s something to it, I just know it.” Is she…talking about you now? So this ‘Player’ disappeared right before you showed up? They stopped ‘logging in’? Well, isn’t that wording a bit peculiar? It sure sounds like gamer lingo to you.
This Player that they mentioned…it couldn’t be you, could it?
“Enough with your conspiracies. Let’s get back to work before—” A floorboard creaks from under your foot, and the two maids freeze. You suppose there’s no use in hiding anymore, so you step out to face them.
“E-esteemed guest, w-what brings you here?”
“Ah, nothing much,” you say. “I heard voices and came to take a look. What were you two talking about?” You ask casually, stuffing your hands in your pockets.
“Nothing!” The girl with braided hair squeaks. You raise an eyebrow at her, and the other shakes her head.
The girl sighs. “We aren’t supposed to talk about them,” she says.
“Maria, I think they heard,” Tatiana says. “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me more about this ‘Player’ you mentioned.”
“Didn’t stop you before.”
“Right, well…” She pauses, seemingly formulating her next words carefully. “It’s this…force. This being behind the Traveler. We don’t know its true nature, none of us have ever seen anything like it. It controls the Traveler and their companions like a puppet to its puppeteer.”
“They’ve lost their minds,” Maria whispers. “It’s scary. They make us clean a ghost’s room. Every day, it has to be spotless.”
“And? What’s the goal?”
“That’s the thing…none of us know. The Harbingers know something, they’re all obsessed with the Player, they’re convinced that the Player holds some kind of power they can utilize, but the Player isn’t from Teyvat, and only Lord Tartaglia has figured out how to interact with it.”
“Interact with it how?”
“By being possessed. All the Harbingers want to be controlled by the Player, they think it’ll make them stronger. But it’s more than that. They used to just want to use the Player for their own gain, but somewhere along the way things changed. They’ve been working on a way to bring them here, and when they do there’s a whole wing in the Zapolyarny Palace dedicated to them.”
“It was unbearable right after the Player first disappeared, the air was suffocating. But then Lord Tartaglia brought you back and things started to return to normal. I overheard him saying being with you reminded him of when the Player used to take control.” You nod, the cogs in your head turning furiously. That settles it, then. Without a shred of doubt, you are the Player.
“Hey, so listen…”
The Tsarista summoned you and all Harbingers to a meeting in an effort to control the chaos your revelation had caused.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
You thought you were prepared to see the Tsarista for the first time, but nothing in the world could prepare you for the sheer, glacial beauty standing in front of you. Her presence was strong, commanding obedience with a simple glance. Her eyes looked at you coldly, interest evident in her face as she called the meeting to order. A beautiful crown of ice sat upon her head, her impossibly white hair elegantly framing her face as it cascaded down her back.
The meeting passed by in a blur. You remember them talking about your need to be protected, to never leave the Palace without at least two Harbingers or the Tsaritsa herself escorting you. You remember telling them about how you died, stating simply that you ‘fell from a high place’ and omitting the part where you jumped. You remember the color of the buttons each Harbinger wore on their coat. But you don’t remember the part where you agreed to stay with them. You don’t remember anyone even asking.
After the meeting, news of your true identity spread like wildfire. Some people didn’t believe it, calling you a fraud or an imposter, but those voices were quickly snuffed out the second the Harbingers started to accept your new status as the Player. Immediately, you were moved to the Player’s Wing in the Zapolyarny Palace, an easy move, considering you had no possessions.
You don’t know why they’re trying so hard to win your favor or even if they realize that they’re failing, but either way, you know you need to get out of here. You’d try dying again if you thought that would work, but after seeing your scars, the Harbingers have already blocked all potential means of speeding up your expiration date. That only leaves one option.
The Harbingers’ visits, already a nuisance, became overbearing in no time. If it wasn’t Tartaglia dragging you to his training hall, it was Dottore giving you the nitty-gritty of his latest experiments. If it wasn’t Arlecchino shoving sweets down your throat, it was Pantalone burying you in gifts.
If it wasn’t one, it was always the other.
You have to run away.
But how? The Harbingers are all working together to keep you under constant lock and key.
Maybe if you were able to break the bonds they’ve formed with each other, you could recruit one of them to help you. They’re all selfish assholes. You’re sure it wouldn’t be difficult to convince one of them they’d be better off keeping you to themselves.
“I have something to tell you,” you say, brushing a strand of hair out of the Balladeer’s face. “It’s about Dottore.”
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