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pinkie-pop · 2 months

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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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daylite-writes · 8 months

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Traitor readers always hit different! How about traitor reader with all of the harbingers (but I got a special bias for Pierro) 😫. Like betraying one is bad enough betraying and hurting all? Oh boy

Oooh I like this! I am gonna split it up into separate little instances of what I think they’d be like though for my sanity. I may expand to a few other full traitor fics (esp the Pierro one I really popped off on that damn) later on if I get ideas!

Certain characters take it MUCH better than others, varying from a scale of “Oh that’s Lowkey Hot” to “DIE”.

cw: yandere (?) behaviors, murder, manipulation, imprisonment, forced marriage, forced experimentation

~~~ Harbingers reacts to Traitor!Reader (ordered best to worst ~~~

Childe definitely takes it the best. In fact, this is honestly preferable for him. He’ll let you escape back to your leaders after you find out, giving you a head start before chasing you across Teyvat. The adrenaline is the hot part. He can’t get enough. He’s so easily bored. Come on baby, run a little faster. Make it fun. And after he follows you to your master’s base of operations, he’ll slaughter them and offer you an official place within the fatui’s ranks. Under him, of course! He won, after all, and the winner takes all.

Pantalone doesn’t see this as the worst thing. He’s very familiar with traitors, spies, and secrets. Though how you got around him for so long is a mystery. Once he finds out he’ll just be so sweet. Come on, treasure, just tell him everything and he’ll protect you. No? Oh well. A pretty enough price—or a favor from his more violently inclined coworkers—will have them abandoning you forcefully or not. Then he can scoop you up and… convince you to come home with him. It’s just more leverage to have over you, and it’s perfect for a man with control issues.

Pulcinella just… drops you. He has a nation to run, and his proximity to important information is too valuable. Unlike many of his colleagues he is not willing to bend the rules for feelings. He’s old, and he knows whatever feelings he feels towards you (platonic, romantic, familial, whatever) will pass with time. He reports this information to the proper place, and trusts the people he commands to take care of you properly. It hurts, but most things do at first.

Signora really thought you loved her. She hasn’t felt passion in centuries, and now as soon as her frozen heart thaws it’s revealed you're a traitor? Her heart can hardly take it. It hurts so much. Leave. Go now before she changes her mind and kills you. She cannot bear to have another lover dead in her arms. So take this chance and go, if you don’t, ice will encase her heart and she will slaughter you.

Columbina goes the kidnapping route essentially immediately. You can’t be a spy if you can’t report back to your masters! She’s very gentle though, running her fingers through your hair, humming happily, showering you with beautiful outfits and clothes. Even if you’re paralyzed from her haunting melodies, and feathers and eyes unfurl from the corners of your vision. Like a bird in a cage. It’s really your fault for catching the attention of someone so insane and powerful.

Arlecchino reacts similarly to Capitano, she is very proficient at breaking people down, ruining them, and turning them into what she thinks you ought to be. How dare you? This is a betrayal she will have to remedy. Loyalty is necessary. She’s crueler than him about it. Less patient. You will not be coming out of this unscarred. It’s better to just give in quickly, convincing her you learned your lesson, that you’d never betray her again. Reguardless of what you do though, several house of hearth members will be stalking you whenever you’re away from her, so don’t even bother trying to get back to your masters. It will not end well.

Pierro. Oh Pierro. You’ve never seen the man so sad. For a second, he looks almost pathetic. That is, before he motions for his men to drag you down to whatever dungeons are within the palace. He doesn’t visit you for weeks, but as soon as you start to think he’s never going to look at you again, he’s there, outside your freezing cell. The sadness so heavy in this man is wiped away by fury. He, personally, drags you from your cell. You can’t even walk as he pulls you along, stumbling every time you try to get your footing. He drags you for what seems like forever, ignoring you. Eventually, you’re in the Tsaritsa’s cathedral, with the ice goddess herself standing where the priest was. She smiled at you, and fear floods your body as he forces you down the aisle. He mutters something about how lucky you are. How many strings he had to pull with his god to allow this. You’re married there, ice freezing your ankles as you stand where a bride would, heart heavy in your throat. You know then that the only option is to say “I do”.

Scaramouche does not and will never take this well. Another betrayal? Typical of humans. He will go into a rage when he faces you, and chances of you escaping that rage in one piece is slim to nothing. If you don’t, ice floods his veins as he curls around your body, just asking why why why. If you do, he’ll drag you to the infirmary, force some poor healer to fix you, and then toss you in the dungeon similar to Pierro. He won’t visit you, thinking that this is a proper punishment. You abandon him? He’ll abandon you. He’ll come around sometimes though to yell at you or sob on your lap. Other than that, expect a life of imprisonment with mild favoritism and some physical scars.

Sandrone doesn’t take it well at first. When faced with your crimes, she immediately lashes out, destroying several of her newest machines and scarring you physically. After she calms down, though, she’ll calmly figure out everything that you leaked, who you leaked it to, and begin to work while you stay in a cell in her lab. She comes back to you a few days later, in which you’ve been completely abandoned, with some sort of mechanical collar and a tracking chip. Oh calm down, she’ll say as she rolls her eyes. The surgery is quick, but done without any anesthesia. The collar records everything and will shock and paralyze you upon exiting her laboratory. The chip is for tracking, but it can also release poison into your bloodstream. There! She was being so nice, not turning you into a machine. Say thank you, it might make her more likely to feed you.

Dottore has a breakdown almost immediately upon hearing this. He’d cackle, pacing in front of you, rambling on about how bold you were to try this shit with the cruelest of the Harbingers. Really? Playing with his heart is probably the worst mistake a person could ever make. He’s never been too enamored with human bodies, but monsters? Abyssal creatures? He finds them so beautiful, and he’s been needing a new subject. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt! Just be quiet and let him make you into the ideal version of yourself. He’d never dare do this to you if you weren’t a traitor, he loved you, but all bets are off as soon as you sabotaged his work and smuggled information. And the worst part? You’d still be his lover. Forever bound. Just more monstrous than before.

~~~

Lowkey I can’t believe I wrote for all of them. I didn’t think I do them all but then I had IDEAS. Which is somewhat uncommon for me. Everyone clap!

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fancyfeathers · 4 months

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Yandere Fatui Harbingers (Normalized Yandere AU)

Okay so I had a thought for my Normalized Yandere AU for Genshin,in a thread of reblogs (read here) with @writing-genshin-obsession she brought up the idea of in Snezhnaya most if not every relationship steeped into Yandere and that sort of behavior being encouraged there.

This made me think, let me walk you all through my train of thought

Encouraged yandere behavior in Snezhnaya -> Fatui having darlings with them -> Harbingers having darlings -> Darlings resenting them (especially ones from other regions) -> Darlings running away together and trying to destroy the people and organization that made their life hell

The 11th Harbinger’s Darling

The Childhood Sweetheart

An Anemo Wielder

Childe’s darling is probably his childhood friend, someone who knows him or at least she thought she did. After going their separate ways from their childhood and they meet again and she sees who he really is, she questions everything. This isn’t the sweet Ajax she used to play with. Then to add more salt to the wound after their reunion, barely even knowing this new Ajax, he asks her parents to let him marry their daughter. She hears that and wants to throw up, she excuses herself from the room and steps out into the cold landscape of her hometown for some “air”. That air is running as fast as she can until she meets another…

The 9th Harbinger’s Darling

The Shopkeeper

A Cyro Wielder

Pantalone’s darling is the one she meets. A young shop owner, a bakery, florist, or something along those lines. She invites the other inside the empty shop to hide. When the other darling asks about the lack of business the other reveals that for the last few months the ninth of the Fatui Harbingers have been coming to her shop and the sight of him kept away any other customers. If he didn’t come that day he would have Fatui members stay nearby, scaring away customers. He was driving her broke, all because she refused his marriage proposal.

The two young woman stay together until the missing person posters start popping up for the runaway. With the lack of customers and if they found Childe’s darling hiding here Pantalone’s darling she would be arrested and fall easily into the Regrator’s hands. So the two of them pack up what they can and run away together, leaving Snezhnaya.

The 8th & 7th Harbingers’ Darlings

The Knight & Ballerina

A Hydro Wielder & an Electro Wielder

They find themselves going to the city of freedom where they meet two other darlings, La Signora’s darling, a knight, and Sandrone’s darling, a dancer. The two of them have been close friends for a number of years and easily welcome the other darlings into their small apartment once they hear of their situation. It doesn’t take long to notice La Signora’s darling always keeping a close eye on the Fatui on his patrols, along with the scars on Sandrone’s darling’s joints, almost like a doll. It doesn’t take long after for the two to reveal that they were kidnapped by the Fatui a while ago, separately but ran away together, much like the other two. La SIgnora saw the soul of her deceased lover in the young man’s eyes and called him by the deceased man’s name. Sandrone made her darling into the little perfect doll, she kept the darling drugged up and dressed up. If it wasn’t for the knight rescuing her on his own escape she fears on what may have happened.

They also revealed that they had other friends around Teyvat that had been victims of the Harbingers and if something happened they would leave to meet up with the others as soon as possible…

And something did happen…

On a walk one day Pantalone’s darling spots the owner of the Goth Grand Hotel talking to a man… her heart sinks, its him…

She runs home and tells the others, they don’t even waste a moment before setting out again…

The 4th Harbinger’s Darling

The “Mother”

A Geo Wielder

The four of them move onto Fontaine where they meet a young librarian and one of these victims of the harbingers. She’s so incredibly sweet it’s almost hard to believe something happened to her…

Well almost…

When they were talking outside on the streets of Fontaine, a young man and woman run up to her, calling her “mother” and telling her how worried “father” was about her since she disappeared. There is an apparent look of fear and horror on her face at this. The young duo don’t stay long, saying they’re going to let father know she’s okay.

The moment they’re out of sight the librarian throws up and is in hysterics, saying how they need to get out of here at once. Once calmed down she reveals to the rest of them that a few years ago she ran away from the 4th harbinger, Arlecchino. The father of the House of the Hearth, and since she was the harbinger’s partner, she was the unwilling mother.

The 3rd Harbinger’s Darling

The Actress

A Cyro Wielder

After that interaction, the Knave’s darling leads them to a safe house, a theater. There they meet up with Columbina’s darling, an actress. Unlike the others she refused to say what happened to her, just that something left her traumatized before she ran from Snezhnaya. She lets the others stay at the theater, well that is until that place is unsafe. The actress spots Arlecchino visiting the theater one day. The actress tells the others how it’s no longer safe here and she tells them to find their friends in Sumeru…

The actress distracts Arlecchino in conversation while the others escape but not without a price. Arlecchino recognizes her and thinks it may be smart and her best interest to return the wayward darling to Damselette…

I suppose not everyone can run forever…

The 2nd & 1st Harbingers’ darlings

The Medic & Hunter

A Dendro Wielder & Pyro Wielder

In the wilds of Sumeru is where they meet the others, a young lady, a medic, and Dottore’s darling. Traveling with her is a man, a hunter, a ranger, and Capitano’s darling. The two of them have been avoiding cities for a long time, cities mean people, and people could mean Fatui, and Fatui could mean they are trapped all over again. They met a long time ago, the Hunter used to serve in the Fatui under Capitano, until they found out the captain was going to have him go out on a dangerous mission so the hunter would be purposefully injured so he would be discharged and placed in the harbinger’s custody. He already hates the Fatui, only joining because that’s what his parents expected of him. So he ran which lead him into meeting the medic…

She was a graduate of the Sumeru Akademiya, but she did not call Dottore by that name once, always Zandik. She used to know him as a friend, they went to the Akademiya together before he was expelled. She was completely blindsided by his true nature, he was ever so kind to her, always helping her with her research. When he left the Akademiya and joined the Fatui he begged her to come with him, telling her to think of all the great things they could accomplish together, but his true nature disgusted her. She eventually graduated from the Akademiya, moving on to continue her medical research, and she did amazing things. That is until she returned to where she was staying one night and found her equipment destroyed and her research stolen, her life’s work just gone with a note saying if she wanted it back she would go to the spot where they first met, back In Sumeru. On the way there she ran into the Hunter, who convinced her not to go, of the Fatui’s corruption, so with that they traveled together, staying out of two harbingers’ reaches.

The Director’s Darling

The Historian

Vision Unknown

Over a campfire they all explain to Childe’s and Pantalone’s darlings how they all know each other. A kind woman, another nomad lead them to one another about a year ago. She apparently escaped with Columbina’s darling a number of years ago, her from Pierro. Unlike the others she never stayed in one region for to long, she couldn’t settle in Mondstadt like the knight and ballerina, nor Fontaine like the mother and actress, she couldn’t even travel the wilds of Sumeru with the medic and the hunter, and just forget about returning to Snezhnaya.

They rarely heard from her but considering the recent kidnapping of Columbina’s darling they bet on something happening and it happening soon…

#yandere harbingers #yandere dottore #yandere childe #yandere sandrone #yandere pierro #yandere pantalone #yandere Signora #yandere arlecchino #yandere columbina #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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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

part 1 part 2 part 3

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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harmonysanreads · 1 year

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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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blzzrdstryr · 9 months

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Yandere!Harbingers having a celebrity darling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#yandere x reader #Yandere Childe #yandere arlecchino #Yandere Sandrone #Yandere Columbina #yandere tartaglia #Yandere Dottore #yandere male #yandere fatui #yandere female

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mellowwillowy · 1 year

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- Specimen Girl -

Yan!Dottore×Fem Reader

Dead Dove : Do Not Eat

Yes, it's all based off the lyrics to Specimen Girl's song lol. Also I aint a medical student so let's just pretend what Dottore does is scientifically true lol

Gore description (maybe), delusional Dottore, reader got kidnapped and 'operated' by Dottore (eyes gouged, arms and legs numbed down), necrophilia but you can almost ignore it if you stick with Dottore's delusions, cannibalism (eating your heart), suicide (you and Dottore)

some comfort: Sandrone tried to avenge you but Dottore said bye-bye first lol (don't worry she'll dishonor Dottore's death with Columbina for you instead). I've also toned down lots of things and scenes so yeah, I've warned you so don't come at me

Will mention reader's past a bit near the end of the story.

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01・Let’s gouge out your eyes

00・that way, you won’t look at anyone else

Dottore's finger dances on your face, his thumb slowly caressing the skin around your left eye. You try to break free from your restraint but fail nonetheless. Bruises formed on both your wrist and ankle, burning from the friction of the restraints whenever you struggle. Your eyes dilate in fear and pain as Dottore presses his scalpel on your lower eyelid.

"Say, Senior, why did you stare at that bastard so lovingly?"

He presses the blade even deeper now, drawing out blood from the cut. You scream from the burning sensation, writhing under his restraint which earns a chiding from Dottore.

"Ah ah ah. If you won't stop wriggling, the operation will not be neat anymore" he chides you as he brings his palm to your tear-stained cheek, blowing wind to your eyes as though he's mocking your pitiful state.

"W-why, wh-why me? Lo-lord Ha-Ha-Harb-Harbinger, I-I have ne-never even o-once shown a-any-"

Dottore shushes you down. He knows what you were trying to say. That you have been nothing but a good citizen. That you have never even once disregarded Tsaritsa nor opposed her rule.

"Like I said earlier, this," Dottore presses the scalpel inside your eye socket, cutting down the nerves of your eyes as you scream in pain "is only your punishment because you've been giving your attention to someone that's not me"

Each second feels like you are being skinned alive, flapping like how a fish would be on the ground. Dottore slowly circles the scalpel around your eyeball, cutting every nerves it can find. Your left eye has already lost its sight the moment the blade cuts one of the nerves, blood flowing out like a waterfall.

"Aw! Don't leave me just yet! What's the point of this punishment if you are not here with me?" Dottore bites your lip, drawing out blood from it. You can feel the steel taste of it and it makes you feel sick. Your stomach can't even tie any knots anymore at this rate.

Dottore humms down a tune as though he is trying to calm you down. It's the tune you used to hum during your study in ʏɿoƚimɿob and almost everyone knows that it's your little song that you'll use to ease people down.

And not for a maniac humming it.

Dottore pulls out your left eyeball easily, observing it closely before he kisses it and shoves it for you to see. Better remember how it looks like before you can no longer see anymore right?

"Go on, observe how beautiful your eye is Senior. Oh? Maybe you should also..." Dottore places your eyeball right next to his beautiful ruby eyes "remember how your Junior's eyes look like" Dottore grins maniacally.

Without being said, you've long memorized your captor's appearance. Ruby eyes, teal hair, and visible sharp pointed teeth whenever he talks or grins.

And how red his tongue is as he licks your eyeball.

Time's up and all you see next is how Dottore places your eyeball into a container with fluids in it. Probably to preserve your eyeball. And what about the other jars? Oh god no. Why did you think about the other jar when you were trying to-

"I won't allow you to avert your thoughts away, Senior" Dottore kisses your right eye, slightly licking it as though your eyes are nothing but sweet candies for him. Again, the scalpel comes into sight and

"So please bear with it, Senior ♡"

The last thing you tried to focus on was his pointed teeth that were revealed as he grinned.

You scream atop of your lungs and drowned into oblivion after that.

04・Let’s cut off your hands and feet

00・that way, you won’t touch anyone else

You might not be able to see anymore but even you can make out where you are right now. A bed. You can feel something tight wrapping around your eyes. Bringing your shaky hands toward your eyes, you can feel just how empty your eye sockets are now.

It hurts.

You cry out but what comes out was not crystal clear tears but instead, blood.

Why must you feel this pain again even in this world?

What had you done wrong to him? You knew he was a harbinger and you had never even once insulted him, right? You cry to yourself before realizing that you are no longer restrained. Run.

And so you run, bumping toward everything but still manage to reach the door. You frantically turn the door knob and swing the door open, running toward the empty hall despite bumping into lots of things.

And you bump into a man. It's not him right? Judging from their groans, it's probably someone else.

"H-help! Help me! P-pl-please! I- I, so-someone" your hands frantically try to find their way toward the man's, looking for support.

Oh if only you were still able to see, you could have seen how the pale the man was as he shook in fear. Even so, the man stayed silent and

Splat

You feel something... gushes toward your face. Some kind of fluid. It doesn't take long for you to identify what it was after the fluids find their way toward your tongue.

The man's body slumped down and you threw yourself backward. What just happened? You don't know, you can't see anything!

Losing your own balance, you fell down on your butt. Still in shock, you frantically feel the blood on your face. Realization hits you and you realize, the man has been killed in front of you. You scream in horror as you wipe your face frantically, smearing the blood even more. It's getting harder to distinguish which is yours and which is his.

"Senior"

Dottore's voice cut your mind in half immediately. You twitch in fear, this man is still here with you. You can feel him walking toward you, his footsteps are not heavy but sharp nonetheless. He stops in front of you, crouching down, he yanks you by your ankle toward him.

"Come to think of it..." his fingers slowly caressing your ankle "I haven't punished your feet too hm?" Horrors shot inside your body. No no no. You have enough of being blind, now to become an immobile porcelain doll altogether? You shook your head vigorously, a bunch of incoherent babbles of begging won't stop him.

"And this hand..." you cry even louder as he yanks you up to your feet "I shouldn't allow it to touch anybody else anymore right?" He gives the back of your palm a kiss "Mmh, let's proceed with it now"

He drags you toward somewhere you don't even wish to know. Smells of antiseptics and blood invade your nose. It's your biggest nightmare now. You thrash under his grip but it barely does anything, especially with how weak your pitiful state is now.

He lays you down on a chair this time, your hands and legs taped onto something plushy. Dottore hums the tune again. Instead of making you feel better, it only makes your stomach churn in fear again. Clinking noises, pokings, and pricking your skin, you feel how the foreign fluids enter your body.

It's not anesthesia to your demise.

Left wrist, right wrist, left ankle, right ankle.

You feel your whole body boiling in pain. Your scream never bothers him as it's much more regarded as music for his ear instead. Your eyes wound reopen as you cry, blood flowing out like a waterfall.

It didn't take long for you to finally choke on your own sobs, how you can no longer feel your arms and legs.

How you no longer wriggle in pain and fear.

Dottore kisses your sweating forehead as he wipes all the blood off your face.

"You did great, Senior ♡"

01・Why did you, although I am here,

00・sleep with other men?

Dottore's eyes did not leave your side even once. Watching every movement like how a predator would. His gaze lingered on your half-exposed chest. Dottore didn't like you showing your skin but he had to admit that your dress did a great job with it.

Your face remained beautiful in his eyes even with the mask covering half of it. You did notice how he was gazing over you despite having his eyes covered by his mask but you brushed it off. Besides, you had a better thing to care for, which was the company in front of you. Oh, how his arm found its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you two whispered to each other seductively.

The alcohol definitely helps you two loosen up to each other, sharing kisses before making your way to any chamber available.

What you thought to be a private moment with the man was shattered down. Dottore was in fact, there, inside the room. His eyes were redder than usual, watching you two in fuming rage. Where he was is none of your concern, what matters is that he was there.

A few days after that, the man was announced missing. His mutilated remnants were soon found floating by the river.

03・That’s the punishment for the crime you committed

00・I’m not letting you go anywhere anymore

But he can't do that to you. Instead, he'll break down anything of yours instead of blowing a death to you directly. Yes, your punishment would be way easier than theirs. He wants you to be with him after all.

― ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵐᵉⁿ ―

00・I'll drive a picket into your chest

00・and put you inside a case with a glass door

But, even so, the temptation to learn your heart remains there. No matter how many years it has been, he still wishes to learn how your heart works. What makes you skip? What makes it beat so fast? How does it pump your blood? You wouldn't mind him poking it every now and then right? He'll just pull your heart out and learn it for a moment before returning it back to its respective place.

00・I’ll place that in my room

00・and observe you every day

There has never been a moment where no one sees him without you next to him. Either on a wheelchair or carried by him or his clones. Isn't that nice? This way, you two will never be separated anymore!

He will never be bored observing you who was sitting motionless. Oh, you are the most beautiful doll he has ever seen! Even Sandrone furrowed her eyebrows as though envying his precious creation while Columbina spins out curses toward him because of how she would never be able to match your beauty.

03・Each time I look at you, I feel shivers

00・and the blood in this body boils

Even today too, you can feel Dottore's gazes linger all over you. How he loves to move your hands or legs, how he loves to kiss your cheek while lightly biting it with his sharp teeth. To draw out noises from you, that's all he's asking for. For someone who can't move or see, you surely survived longer than he expected to.

Not like you can do anything after all

04・You are already only mine

06・Yes, you are my Specimen Girl

On some occasions, Dottore will cover your face with a veil, only allowing him to lift it and observe your eternal beauty. Your bandages used to be drenched in red wine but it seems like you have finally accepted everything.

The bandage is pristine white, meaning you are no longer dwelling on your past traumas, reopening the wounds with your tears.

00・That’s right, I’ll preserve you in that liquid

11・That way, you won’t rot away

But this is weird, you've been awfully quiet recently. It's not weird for you to stay silent for almost a whole day but even so, he would never fail in earning a groan from you. He also notices how your skin started to crack up like how an old porcelain doll would.

He places his head on your chest, listening to any kind of heartbeats or it pumping blood. Not a single beat was heard. And you, on the other hand, start to crack even more. Are you a human, or a doll?

Have you ever been a human in the first place?

No human would have their skin cracking like this, and yet your flesh and heart are real. What and who are you? Dottore ponders to himself before deciding to craft some kind of potion for you. One that a living one should never be exposed to.

"Don't worry Senior, this will help you"

00・Silent as the grave, that unique scent

00・arouses me once more

You are as silent as a porcelain doll would be. Some kind of sick, familiar scent is now all over you. And yet, he does not make any complaints at all, instead, he... loves it. The mixture of something rotten and the foreign fluids inside your guts and on your skin, he never has enough of it. It's sickening as much as it is addicting. Sandrone and Columbina's distaste grows more and more even though they can't do anything about it.

As much as they hate his treatment toward you, they have to agree that your beauty was in fact, preserved as how it used to be. Flawless if they discount the small cracks on your skin.

They hate him but what can they do? They have promised you and one should never break their promise. Never.

00・Your now unmoving body

00・I defile without paying any price

You didn't move but he could hear you coming to life again. Has he succeeded in bringing you back to life? Have you finally found your will to live again? Countless nights of learning your heart and brain are finally paid off.

The blood doesn't taste like it used to anymore but who is he to judge? As long as it's you...

Dottore hugs you tightly, his hands traveling to somewhere he shouldn't be. His kisses are greedy and rough, teeth ripping your lip as he tastes your blood in his mouth.

He intertwines his fingers with yours as he pushes his kisses deeper into you. His tongue explores your mouth, clashing with something familiar. Has your tongue always been like this?

―ₐₐₕ, ₙₒw ᵢ fₑₑₗ ₗᵢₖₑ ₑₐₜᵢₙg yₒᵤ ᵤₚ―

The frilly dress is ripped open as his eyes won't stop devouring every inch of your body. Your heart is beating, for him, for him, for him!

Angelic moans can be heard as his finger traces your delicate skin before resting inside your lacy panties. Just because you have found your will to live again doesn't mean you have also gotten yourself a new body. In fact, you still couldn't move at all. Even so, Dottore still tries his best to earn any kind of reaction from you, how your head twitches in pleasure as he teases that one spongy spot inside you.

Oh if only you still have control of your arms and legs, you would probably trap him with your leg and choke him to death.

He has to feel what you felt and yet to your own dismay, all he's doing right now is pleasuring you. Hell knows you wouldn't want him to feel the same pleasure.

His lips found their way again, to your cold lips, neck, shoulder, chest, tummy, and...

"The night is still long Senior, so please bear with it okay?"

00・Your body gone cold

00・when I touch it with my hands I feel shivers

You lay there next to him with the moonlight illuminating all the bruises he made. He can't help it, to pull you closer and closer to him as he pumps himself in and out inside of you. He will always love the sensation of adjusting your limbs to him, giving him a sense of control toward you as he brings your hand to his neck. He knew you wanted to choke him. Judging by you would occasionally clench your jaw and brought your head close to his neck, trying your best to bite the spot where his vein is connected. You wanted to kill him.

And that is your new resolve to live again.

10・I cut open your chest with a knife

00・I take out your heart and eat it

But this is getting into nerves more than he thought it would.

You've been sitting quietly with an unhinged smile plastered on your face. You who didn't really care for your appearance ask him to dress you up beautifully every day now. How you want to wear frilly puffy dresses, how you want a beautiful lacy blindfold instead of plain white bandages, how you want to wear a long white stocking with frills and bows, how you want him to ornate your head with accessories.

And how you ask him to eat your heart out so that he can just kill you right then and there.

"Cut my chest open and eat my heart out" you lean toward Dottore's ears, whispering of what he had long wanted to do to you.

This is in fact, nothing but just a green light for him to pluck your heart out and eat it on a silver platter now.

Eating it all up as though it's his last meal, drinking up all the blood like it's the world's finest wine to ever exist. Oh how Sandrone and Columbina wished they could just behead Dottore's head and offer it to you.

In the end, not a single bits of your heart remained on the plate. It's all in his guts now.

00・With this, your heart is now mine

06・you won’t be able to love anyone but me

He has done it. He has taken your most important thing which is your heart. Your heart is all his now. Without your heart, you can no longer love anyone nor see the truth. Without your heart, you can no longer feel what it's like to be alive.

Your heart is inside his guts now. The feeling of your heart being one with him is addicting. It's proof that you now are only able to love him and him alone. No one will be able to take your heart away anymore, be it literally or figuratively.

00・I return the rest to the case

00・I place it again by my side

Your heartless body remains beautiful. While you start to crack more and more, he'll always know a way to put a stop to it. But even so, he starts to feel paranoid about you.

Every now and then, he can see you strolling with those flimsy long white gowns around the palace all by yourself, humming the old tune from the Akademiya days.

No matter how many times he breaks your leg, you'll always be seen strolling around the palace.

No matter how many times he cut your vocal chord, you won't stop humming the same tune for others to hear.

He hates it. Your voice is only for him to hear. It's reserved for him and him only. Even so, whenever you lay on the operation table while having your vocal chord destroyed by him, you could still chuckle at him creepily. Sometimes, strings of curses can be heard as well.

Dottore will always receive complaints from the other fellow harbingers, about how the maniacal laughter and curses never end. How footsteps can be heard ringing in the middle of the night, how the tune will be hummed in an eerie way, and how the trickle of blood won't stop dirtying the floor.

And so, he sealed your body inside a crystal glass box. This way, you can no longer roam freely and will forever be sealed next to him, for him to be the only one to see you.

00・I won’t let you go for as long as I live

00・after all, you are my

"Senior," Dottore's fingers dances on your glass box, "You will always be my Senior no matter what"

→・―It’s unforgivable―・→

00・From inside the case

06・Look only at me

00・until I die

No matter how tight he ties your blindfold, he will always feel as though it's loosening up. What will happen if the blindfold is taken off? Will you be looking at someone else with that empty eye socket of yours? He can't allow you to look at anyone else other than him! You are only entitled to look at him until he dies.

No, even after he dies, he will never allow you to look at anyone else. Dottore who feels the knot in his stomach tied even tighter than ever decides to untie it. To untie your blindfold and

00・Aah, but you

00・no longer have eyes

02・After all, that is

―because I gouged them out...―

Therefore, he is greeted by your empty eye sockets. Is it delusion? Dottore slowly inserts his finger inside your eye socket as much as he wishes he doesn't want to. Empty. Ah, he really did gouge it out. The proofs are still in his chamber, placed on his nightstand. That way, he can just take the jar and observe it as he tries to drift himself to sleep. Your beautiful eyes never fail to mesmerize him.

B̶̨̨̳̭͎̝́̒̅̂̄͐͠͝u̷̢͉̼̭̗̎̐͒́̓̍̈̎̽͝ț̶̫̬͓̌̽̀̏̍̓͑̿̉͝ ̴̗̯͇̗̜̟̙͇̗̄́̃ȟ̶̯͐̀̎o̵̻̺̬̦͙̘͑͆͌̅̑̒̔́͘͘w̷̱̗͂̉́͊̎͝ ̶̳̹͕͖͎͖͉̩̱̎̽̈́͛ả̴̝͇͇͍͍̙͇̩͙̯́̋̔̽́̔̚͝b̴̨̛̦̲̩̰̣̲̦̻̆̉̀̀͊̊̎͐̽ọ̸̢̨̡͔͔̮̜͖̀̄́̈́̕ͅu̵̡͖̥̬̤͕̺̓̓͋̈̌͆͋͑̐̚ͅẗ̴͉͚́͐̄ ̶̡̢͉̪͕̥̝͐̄͐͜a̴̛̳̭͔̰̠̎̄̑͛̏͑͝͠ ̵̭͆͑̍ṕ̴̧̥̥̜͖̭̞͇͉̾̀̿̉͐͗͂̒ą̷̨̲̱͈̹̣̘͈͗̔̎͋̀͠i̴͚̜̎͆ŗ̴͙͈͖̝͉͔͙̭̲̀͐̉́ ̶̢͓͍͙̩̺͍͊̈͛̅o̴͈͕̞̩͓͑͒̈́̊͋̓͐͌̏̕͜f̶͔̜̫͔͍̥̓̑̋͘ ̴̧̧͕̞̮̭̠͐͌͆̽̇̍̒̈́͊ȅ̵̤͔̘̥̳̤͓̘̇̋͠y̵̨̱͒̇̍̾è̷̠͉͋́̏̆́̽s̶̹͚̟͕̣̓̑̐́̀̓̏͋͝ ̵̢͕̜͓̩̠̠͙̆͗̈́́͑͂̀̀̒̕ṫ̸̙̣̫̪̜̫͊̌̓h̵̩͊͂a̴̟̯̤̣̼̪͎̠͆̋́̇t̶̨̞͓̤̮̀̽̾̊ ̵̗̜̹̱͔̲͖̙̼̗̆́̅̒͠͠ĺ̴͉͙̀͘o̶̥̟̦͖̯̱͖͌̍̑͐̅ǒ̸̢̞͎̹̜̗̥̱̰͌͌k̸̡̹̮̀s̷̡̪͕͖̭͉͉͈̞̀̀̔̈́̎̾́͋̉̋ ̴̨͍͙̥̰̮̂̃͋̆̕͝ͅļ̶̛͌͌͗̉̄͌̒͜ị̷͚̫̈̕ķ̶̛̳̠̹̳̯̣͙̤̰́̑̓̒͆́̓͝͠ê̷͉̺̘͓̻̜͖͜ͅ ̴̺̳̭̳̫̱̌̓̌̌̃͜ͅh̷̛͚̜̞̬̲̥̪̅̄i̷͎̿̀̆̔̚͜͝͝s̸̜̩̞̣̝̓͆̑̌̄̚͜͠͝?̸̹̲̝͙̞̝̟̌͜

00・I’ll put glass beads in your eyes

02・Let’s make you new eyes

09・What eye color should I choose?

02・That’s right, a red like blood would be fine

But to use some kind of fake eyes would be boring no? And so, a clone of his was burnt down in the incinerator with empty eye sockets.

01・With those beautiful eyes

00・look only at me always

This way, he can feel you staring at him again. No, he will never recreate your eyes even though he can. It'll never be able to match the real one after all. He won't even bother looking for someone to take their eyes because he doesn't want someone else's eyes staring at him and even worse, inside your eye sockets.

04・Only you from now on and always

01・I won’t let you go from my side

He won't repeat the same mistake anymore. To be weak and hopeless as he watched you leave the Akademiya in humiliation, all to the way of being exiled out of Sumeru without anyone protecting you.

You didn't do it. He knew you didn't do it. And yet, no one would believe in you two as though they had been blinded by something. To make things even worse, your little friend was absent during your exile. If only she was there, perhaps she could shield you from the crazy citizens throwing you pebbles and rocks. Maybe that way, you wouldn't trip down from the cliff and be pronounced dead from concussion.

Maybe people wouldn't gawk at your dead body and broken limbs as though you were nothing but an animal. For them to step on your off-positioned limbs, your splattered brains, and your body altogether.

How did you come back to life? He'll never know it. Maybe Sandrone truly had something to do with it after all.

But for now, what matters is that you are here with him.

07・After all, you are mine

09・From now on and always mine

02・Until this body rots away

00・Yes, you are my

『Specimen Girl』

Sandrone's voice rings.

―Only mine―

Sandrone places the gun on the back of Dottore's head. She had had enough of this farce already. She no longer cares about the promise she made to you. She wouldn't mind being selfish for this is her only wish. She will avenge your death by shooting his brains out.

『Only mine』

What she didn't expect is that Dottore would be the one shooting his own jaw, splattering his brains all over Sandrone's pristine dress. His body slumped forward with a thud. He ends his own farce in the end. Is it out of guilt or realization? Did his madness and delusions finally swallow him whole? Even so, Sandrone wastes no time in spitting Dottore's body before stomping and dragging his body to be experimented on in the most inhumane way possible. Columbina too will be there to lend Sandrone her hand.

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

There is another fic (and possibly more in the future) about Dottore x Senior but it might be different than what's mentioned in reader's past

Zandik's Memories, Dormitory (TBA, WIP)

Zandik's Diaries (TBA)

Senior (different but similar nonetheless)

As if for Sandrone's and Columbina's, I don't think I'll be writing for them until there's a request coming in for them lol

Inhumane (TBA)

Dormitory's Lullaby (TBA)

All these fics will be extreme OOC in both lore-wise and characters so proceed with caution.

#yandere fatui #yandere dottore #yandere sandrone #yandere columbina #sandrone #sandrone x reader #columbina #dottore x reader #dottore #genshin x reader #il dottore #dottore x reader smut #il dottore x reader #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers

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aluraveil · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Masterlist

BUNGO STRAY DOGS MASTERLIST!!

KAMISATO AYATO

Yandere Ayato Headcanons (upcoming)

PANTALONE

Yandere Pantalone Headcanons (Upcoming)

Yandere Ex BF Pantalone Headcanons

Yandere Ex BF Pantalone Drabble

Brat Taming - Yandere Pantalone

Yandere Yelan stealing Yandere Pantalone's Darling

Trying to Break Up w/ Yandere Pantalone

Yandere Cheating Ex Pantalone Drabble

Yandere Pantalone’s Darling in Dottore’s Care

ARLECCHINO

The Master's Puppet

Yandere Arlecchino HC's

Forlorn (Fic)

CYNO

Yandere Cyno Headcanons

Temple Escape (Upcoming)

Yandere Cyno x Female Shrine Maiden

DOTTORE

The Past and The Present

Trying to Break Up w/ Yandere Dottore

ALHAITHAM

Yandere Alhaitham and Kaveh sharing a darling

The Scribe's Duty (500 words)/(Upcoming)

TIGHNARI

Yandere Tighnari Headcanons

Herbal Medicine (1k word fic)/(Upcoming)

YELAN

Yandere Yelan stealing Yandere Pantalone's Darling

CHILDE

Yandere Childe Headcanons (upcoming)

Lovesick Fool

COLUMBINA

Yandere Columbina Thoughts

DILUC

Yandere Diluc Headcanons (upcoming)

Yandere Diluc x F Maid Reader (upcoming)

The Chains of the Dawn Winery (700 words)/(Upcoming)

PIERRO

The Chess Board (Upcoming)/(Repost from Old Blog)

Trying to Break Up w/ Yandere Pierro

SCARAMOUCHE

Reader tries to Break Up w/ Yandere Scaramouche

His Ballerina (1.2k fic)

SANDRONE

The Puppet

MULTIPLE HEADCANONS

The Fatui Harbingers Ch

Featuring : Columbina, Arlecchino, Pantalone, Childe, Capitano, Pierro, Scaramouche, and Dottore.

Attemping to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers

Featuring : Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore.

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yanmaresu · 2 years

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Sandrone/Marionette falls in love with the traveler through the feedback given by the Katherine's. Once she gets her trapped, some modifications are needed to stay together.

/ or the traveler gets her arms and legs replaced by doll limbs

#yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere sandrone #yandere sandrone x lumine #yandere sandrone x traveler #tw yandere #tw body horror #body horror #body horror tw #yandere tw #female yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic

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theodora3022 · 1 year

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Shiny New Toy

Summary: Madame Sandrone has taken a special interest in you, while cleaning up her deceased colleague's belongings.

A/N: A Spontaneous little drabble I wrote after seeing this concept...Have never tried writing female Yandere before, hope this does not suck :(

Courtesy to @deceitful-darlings for letting me use this concept!

Content warnings: Content warnings: OOC (character is not shown in game yet, I HC her to be from Fontaine, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS HC Please do not click read more), threats of violence, bodily harm, mentions unethical experiment, gender neutral reader but reader is implied to be non-human (adepti/youkai)

Signora, the fair lady, Rosalyne, is dead at the electro archon’s hands. You were even allowed to bid her goodbye at her coffin before the ceremony, not that you have any other choice.

You are not sure what to make of this information for a few days.

At first, what’s left of your hopes made you believe you have a chance out of this prison now that your captor passed away.

What you failed to account for is how you are counted amongst Signora’s possessions. For the Fatui, possession of the deceased needs a new owner.

“Normally, I have better things to do than cleaning after a dead colleague. But I volunteered for this, as I know the witch must have some collection worth looking at after so many years of life.”

“What a surprise I got indeed.” The petite girl tilted her head and blinked curiously, as if some new shiny toy caught her attention. “Not even I know she loves playthings of your kind.”

You wanted to open your mouth to protest, but decided to swallow the words at the end. Isn't that what you are to Signora?

Despite her delicate doll-like appearance, the frilly dress,and light chestnut strands that hands down her shoulders loosely, this is a Fatui Harbinger you are dealing with here.

“Hmmm, what shall I do with you?” Seeing the girl crossing her gloved fingers, thinking, you know what you need to do. It is risky, but better now than after she comes up with some sick games to play with you.

“Would you let me go? She’s dead and I am of no use to the Fatui.” Those “brave” words only made her narrow her eyes, all you got is a light tap on the head.

If this is Signora, she would have slapped your face so hard that it leaves marks, and your lunch will be canceled, at the very least.

But this Harbinger’s nonchalant attitude unsettles you even more.

“It is Madame Sandrone to you, remember that nice and clear. I do not tolerate such inappropriate behavior.” Sandrone pouts while crossing her arms, a gesture that could be seen as “cute” if she is not making you kneel under her Mary Jane heels.

“Have some respect for Lady Harbinger, I think you need some p-”

“Enough, Éliott. Go join the scavenger crew for Signora’s treasures. You are no longer needed here.” The man exited the chamber without another word, seemingly while making futile attempts at controlling his shivers.

“Close the door on your way out. Now, where were we?” Descending from her large mechanical device, Sandrone starts to take steps in your direction, with her skirt in hand.

How her heels tap on the ground while walking towards you, sounds like the beginning of the end. Signora already said there is no sane soul amongst the Harbingers, no matter how harmless they might seem. You cannot figure out where Sandrone's loose screws are, not that you want to either.

Being looked down by a small girl is surely a strange experience, after all, you got used to Signora towering over you. Forcing you look her in the eyes, Sandrone lifted your chin.

The way that she caresses your cheek is just plain disturbing. What’s worse is although she is smiling a lot ,it never quite reach her blue eyes. “What a pretty thing. This whole ordeal is not a waste of time after all. How else might I get my hands on the centerpiece of Signora’s collection?”

“I will be your mistress from now on. What material for the collar would you like? As for leaving…lose that delusional mindset, clearly Signora has not trained you adequately. ”

Letting go of your chin, Sandrone suddenly bends down to grab your wrist, forcing you to let out a hiss of pain. Worse, she seemed to be displeased with your reaction.

You could never assume from her looks alone, how such a dainty doll-like girl could have absurdly strong grip strength.

“To those like me who tinker with experiments, you are like a walking treasury of rare, special materials. Do your best to behave, or you might just become part of my spontaneous projects. When I say part, I mean it. Understood?”

"Or I can give you to another of my cher colleague, I know he would LOVE to have you."

“...Yes, Madame Sandrone.” You try to lower your head, so as not to let her see lights fading away in your eyes.

Lights pats land on your head, the same ones given to domestic animals. “Good, now come along, Chéri, don’t make me waste more of my precious time.”

No curse words, no hitting, yet Sandrone's polite words, dripped in sweet honey still managed to make you fear for your future.

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #Yandere genshin x reader #Yandere fatui #yandere sandrone #yandere female #tw: dark content #tw: yandere

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generalhumancloudalmond · 1 year

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7)Sandrone

Yandere!Platonic!Sandrone x Child!Reader

The danger of this platonic yandere-9/10

Common features:

Oh my god... Another evil scientist. She and Dottore are the two pillars of madness that are best avoided. For me, they are the most dangerous platonic yandere among all the harbingers. They are both smart, both stubborn and they are both ready to use not the most pleasant methods to get the best result. However, I dare say that it is very difficult to attract their attention, especially Sandrone. This harbinger rarely notices anything other than her dolls. But I dare to assume the worst-case scenario...

She decided to take you to tease the doctor. One of her machines will grab you when Dottore needs personal space, and you will hide from his younger clone. When she steals you, her attention to you will immediately disappear, she will simply put a robot supervisor next to you and forbid you to make any unnecessary movements. However, her interest will instantly return with the appearance of the second harbinger. You are to her like a red rag, which she waves in the face of an angry bull, which is Dottore. Sandrone will hug you right in front of the doctor's face and start praising you, talking about how good you are and how well you obey her, she will even suggest that you give up stupid alchemy and do mechanics. And believe me, there is no word in the world that could describe all Dottore's anger at this moment..

A special feature:

After reading the common features, you can say that she is anyone: manipulator, abuser, but not yandere. And this is what makes her special. She's yandere, she's really obsessed with you, but not as a person, of course not, but as a tool. You are her favorite living toy, a doll that she likes to play with in her free time. Therefore, she will be upset if you suddenly try to leave and she will definitely fix you if you break down.

An adorable feature:

Well, to begin with, I hope that you understand that in the context of Sandrone, the bar of adorable things and the understanding of adorable things is co-ordinally modified. And in her case, adorable things can be considered that for other yandere platonic harbingers it is self-evident. It is banal to remember that you are also a person and you also want to eat sometimes is already an incredible grace. But she doesn't do it on purpose, she really forgets about you. You're just too alive for her and Sandrone could fix it, but then you might lose your main function, and Dottore definitely won't tolerate it.

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pineappleandcake · 2 years

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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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fancyfeathers · 4 months

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Yandere Genshin Impact Normalized AU

Hello my dearest readers, I’ll be writing stories about the yandere Harbingers that you can read the original bit here that connects to these prompts

So you can all vote on which one you all want, and if you want something else with a harbinger I’ll put that option here but remember to put it in my inbox

I’m Not That Girl (Yandere Childe x reader)

When Childe returns he goes to see his old childhood friend, but little does she knows of his true intentions and she better run before she gets caught in a trap… (Featuring Pantalone’s darling)

Rich Man’s World (Yandere Pantalone x reader)

A young shopkeeper has a simple life, well that is until the 9th harbinger takes interest in her. When she refuses his marriage proposal and courting what is to happen? (Featuring Childe’s darling)

I’ve Been Waiting For You (Yandere Arlecchino x reader)

A young lady has unfortunately caught the eye of Arlecchino, the father of the House of the Hearth. Being taken as the harbinger’s darling and mother of the house, will she be able to escape this powerful’s woman grasp?

Forgot To Be Happy (Yandere Dottore x reader)

A young medic with a long history with the Doctor of the Fatui. After her research was stolen as blackmail to get her back, who will stop her from going down this dangerous road? (Featuring Capitano’s darling)

So Innocent, Till I Asked Questions (Yandere Pierro x reader)

Now who started this all, the first to catch a harbinger’s eye, the one who remembers but wishes to forget but somethings should not be forgotten for history should not repeat itself… but what happens if it does? (Featuring Columbina’s darling)

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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WOAAAAAA UR WORK” how to defeat a giant” IS SUCH A MASTERPIECE LIKE MWA🤌 IS IT OKAY FOR ME TO ASK U TO CONTINUE IT!!

how to defeat a giant | yandere! fatui harbingers x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3

previously/part 1: 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.

summary/part 2: after being locked away for so long and always being under the watch of the fatui, you try to run away.

content warning: blood, obsession, graphic detail (?)

taglist: @jessicausui @carrotlizzard @mellowwillowy @nymphxlia @rainycyclearcade @vixcafe

this must be how a bird in a cage feels.

gazing out of their cage knowing they can not get out. it was upsetting and degrading. it was depriving but the thing you wanted most you couldn't get.

freedom.

you watched as the snow fell slowly, your cheek pressed against the cold window as you imagined yourself outside and away from the harbingers.

your breath fogged up the window as you sighed and pulled away from the window, looking outside only seemed to do more harm than good.

it made you feel nostalgic in the worst way possible, in a way that made you want to bash open the window and jump out, just to feel the cold air and snow against your skin all while knowing you'd get injured from the fall.

but it would be worth it, for the moment that the air touched your skin and then the snow, it would be worth it if you could be outside for just a few seconds.

it would be worth it.

the pain would very worth your freedom, or at least a few minutes of freedom.

it would be worth it.

it would be.

"are you feeling well, your majesty?" you slightly backed away from the window, turning to see PANTALONE standing at the doorway, with a bowl of soup in hand.

"no, I'm not." you stood up slowly and walked over to pantalone, taking the bowl from him and setting it onto your dresser, "so why do you keep asking if I feel well?"

"it's merely instinct," pantalone replied before he adjusted his coat and turned to the door, "where are the others?" you asked just before he left.

"it's only columbina and I at the moment, why?" pantalone pauses at the doorway and glances back at you, a questioning look on his face.

"I was just wondering because it seemed so quiet today," you muster up a fake smile and that caused pantalone to smile before leaving your room and locking the door behind himself.

you glanced down into the bowl of soup before back at the window and decided you'd let the soup cool down for a while before eating it.

is a nearly fatal injury worth freedom? you pondered as you sat down in front of the window once again.

yes. you concluded that you'd do anything for freedom. anything.

and that included throwing your bowl of soup at the window as hard as you could.

adrenaline filled your body as the bowl shattered upon contact with the window and soup covered the window and floor.

you hastily approached the window and checked for any cracks and fortunately, there was a small crack.

you didn't even think before you began throwing anything and everything at the window, which causes a lot of noise and a large mess.

but you didn't care.

and with one last hit to the window, the base of a lamp it shattered, glass covering the floor but you didn't think about it as you dragged yourself through the window, which left multiple cuts on your body and tore your clothes.

as the adrenaline wore off, you were forced to acknowledge how high up you were and how badly the fall would injure you.

you released a shaky breath, your hands tightening around the window frame, which caused the glass to dig further into your hands.

then there was the telltale sound of your door opening, followed by a gasp and then pleading. it was columbina.

but all sounds faded as you took a deep breath and jumped.

...

everything was so cold.

your eyes fluttered open, as cold air brushed against the tip of your nose. you sat up slowly, your hit and shoulder aching.

but you made it.

you felt calm and collected despite what you had to do to get there. but it wouldn't be soon before the harbingers came out for you.

you forced yourself to stand, and began to move, aimlessly, through the cold snow, toward the forest behind the palace.

"your majesty! please wait," COLUMBINA cried as she pushed through the snow to get towards you. you glanced back for less than a second before you began running.

fear overcoming your body. fear that you'd lose your newfound freedom.

"your majesty, did I do something wrong?!" she struggled to reach you through the thick snow, as she reached out to you.

you ran faster, into the forest, hearing columbina's footsteps before fainter and fainter the farther in you got.

"please come back! I love you!" she cried, her voice cracking before her footsteps came to a halt.

you wanted to stop and comfort her, just as she did you for the past month, but you knew better than to do that.

she couldn't be trusted.

though her cries were pitiful, you thought as you slowed down and dropped to your knees, taking in deep and shaking breaths.

she never did anything wrong, quite the contrary, actually, she comforted you whenever you required comfort.

you leaned onto a tree and took a deep breath, as snow continued to fall around you.

...

there was a faint knock on the door, which was met with no reply.

of course, dottore thought, of course, you wouldn't answer. DOTTORE twisted the door knob and looked into your room- your cage.

but what he saw in your room wasn't you, but a large mess. he opened the door and walked in, taking in the mess- the broken glass, the soup on the floor, the broken window, and drops of blood on the ground.

you were gone. dottore took in a sharp breath as he looked around, while fear grew inside of his body.

dottore approached the window and kneeled in front of the drops of blood, running a finger across it.

did someone take you by force? if not, why is there blood?

he stood up and looked out of the window and sure enough, there was a faint print of a body in the snow.

he turned to the door and left, making his way outside and from there he followed your faint footsteps into the forest.

dottore was determined to find you and bring you back, no matter what it took, or matter how much he'd have to fight you- he would bring you back.

because love comes in all shapes and forms.

...

"our majesty has gone missing."

the harbingers reacted in their special ways, though all of their reactions were laced with grief, unbelief, and shock.

PIERRO'S eye briskly roamed across the group of harbingers and noticed that two were missing, even though he made his request to see all the harbingers hours earlier.

tardiness would not be tolerated in such situations.

he turned to the fatui soldier that guarded the door and asked, "where are dottore and columbina? did my message not reach them?"

the soldiers straightened his back and replied, "we were unable to find them, lord harbinger. forgive me for the inconvenience."

pierro narrowed his eyes before turbine back to the harbingers, "our majesty will not last long in such critical conditions. so, forget about everything you were doing beforehand and focus on finding our most noble majesty."

...

ARLECCHINO and PANTALONE never really got along, but on this day, they needed to get along- for you.

the two went up to your room, in uncomfortable silence as it finally sunk in for the both of them, that you were really gone and there was a chance they'd never see you again.

"you said you were the last to see our majesty? it that true?" arlecchino questioned pantalone as she walked into your room, looking around at the mess.

"yes. I gave our majesty a bowl of soup... but apparently, our majesty never ate it," he motioned to the soup on the floor which was partially dried up.

"hmm, what a shame," arlecchino mumbled, as she looked out the window, to see faint footsteps leading to the forest "our majesty may be in the forest, look."

pantalone glanced out the window and also saw the footsteps. he turned and walked out the door, saying, "we must hurry. I couldn't imagine a life without our majesty."

arlecchino followed after pantalone and the two of them went towards the forest.

arlecchino was silent throughout the walk, though she didn't visit you as much as the others, she really, really loved you and was starting to feel some sort of guilt from not visiting you.

"there are extra footprints, perhaps our majesty was taken away," pantalone comments, and arlecchino nearly busted into a fit of rage at the comment.

but instead took in a deep breath and kept walking.

...

this wasn't a good moment for you, but a great moment for CHILDE. oh, how he loved the thrill of searching for you.

it was exciting and childe couldn't wait for the moment when he actually found you. "your majesty? where could you possibly be?" childe called out.

"be quiet for just one second!" SANDRONE scowled, as she kneeled to the ground and inspected the small drops of blood on the ground, "this could be our majesty's blood."

childe approached sandrone and asked "meaning?"

"our majesty could be very injured... if that's the case our majesty may not make it through the night, all alone." sandrone's eyes dropped and a frown grew on her face.

"oh, so we must find out majesty immediately!" childe was determined to find you, no matter what it took, because where was the fun in not finding you?

"childe! continue following the footprints," sandrone hissed as she stood up and followed after your footprints.

little did she know, those were columbina's footprints.

...

it's been hours since the harbingers first began looking for you, and you watched it all go down from a tree.

it seemed to be the safest place to be, you could see almost all of the harbingers roaming around the forest looking for you, except for capitano and pierro.

the snowfall was beautiful from your view and would be even more beautiful if the harbingers weren't around.

one day, you'd be able to watch the snowfall whenever you liked, without the harbingers around.

one day, you're going to run off to sumaru and live there. one day, you'll be free but not today, not yet.

you had no way to get around the harbingers and run because they'd catch you before you could make it to town, no doubt about it.

you kicked your legs back and forth as you watched columbina pause, a lift a hand to cover her face.

how sad.

you watched as childe walked around menacingly. you've heard him talking about hunting you down but you doubted he'd ever consider that you were in a tree.

sandrone seemed distant, to everything and everyone.

dottore started off looking for you, hours ago, but went back in, seemingly forgetting that he was looking for you.

arlecchino seemed on the edge, her hands pocketed and her eyes weary as she looked for you and called out to you in a shaky voice.

pantalone walked with his head lowered but you didn't understand why. he was always quite hard to understand but now he's even harder to understand now that you're human.

how long would it be before they left? you were getting colder and you were getting tired, but you didn't regret running away until you felt a hand wrap around your ankle.

you were in a pretty high tree, and the only harbinger tall enough to even have a chance of reaching you was CAPITANO.

"forgive me for what I'm about to do, your majesty," you stifled a scream as he pulled you down from the tree.

his arms securely wrapped around you once you were out of the tree before he said, "I've missed you, your majesty- please don't scream."

he placed a hand over your mouth, before continuing, "lord pierro requested that he be the first to see you once you've been found, so please don't bring attention to yourself, your majesty."

you struggled in his hold, twisting and turning despite what he said because you didn't want to go back but when his hold on you didn't falter you cried.

you tried to kick him, poke him and punch him but he never released you, "your majesty... please," capitano whispered, his voice low as he squeezed your arm in his hand.

"-go! let me go! stop-"

with an agitated sigh, capitano sat you on the ground, his body towering over you as he kneeled in front of you, "stop it, you're making this difficult for the both of us."

a stray tear ran down your cheek and capitano frowned, though you couldn't see it. "now, your majesty, will you come with me?" he held a hand out to you and waited for your response.

"okay... but can you promise me something?" this is a trick you've used on most of the harbingers, you don't have any real reason to do it, but it makes you feel in power.

capitano nodded, "I really like the apples in this forest... like those," you pointed a little past capitano and he looked before nodding, "whenever you can, will you pick some apples for me?"

"of course, your majesty." capitano nodded once again and you placed your hand into his, he helped you up and lifted you into his arms again and this time you didn't fight.

during the walk back to the palace, dottore was leaving just as capitano and you were entering, "oh, there you are," dottore grinned, reaching out to you and pinching your cheek, "you had everyone so worried."

your eyes narrowed at dottore and he released a soft chuckle, "there's no need to hold grudges, your majesty," dottore glanced at your bare feet and the blood soles of your feet, "send our majesty to me once you finished."

that was the last thing dottore said before turning and walking back into the palace, seeing no point in going back to the forest.

capitano brought you to pierro just as he requested. he knocked on pierro's door and pierro said, "come in."

capitano entered and the moment pierro saw you his eye widened, "what has happened to you, your majesty?" he approached you, placing a hand against your cold cheek.

capitano sat you on the couch and left.

pierro was torn to shreds once seeing you, "you look horrible, your majesty. are you in any pain," his hand ran across your cheek slowly and shakily.

the pity you saw in his eyes almost made you upset, could he not tell that you tried to run away because you didn't want to be here?

you nod.

"then it seems ill have to cut our reunion short and send you to dottore," pierro spoke with a caring undertone as he lifted you from the couch and brought you to dottore's laboratory.

the door opened and dottore smiled as he took you in his arms, and laid you on his table. "thank you, pierro," dottore said before shutting the door.

"your majesty," dottore circled the table, his hand running across the wounds on your body, "have you ever considered that you could die?"

you shook your head, "it's impossible."

"now is it? perhaps when you were an archon, but now you're just a human, you're just like me... do you truly think it's impossible?"

"please, dottore. don't try, please just fix my injuries," you begged and dottore nodded, "of course, I'll help you, your majesty."

...

dottore is a liar!

a completely untrustworthy man, why do you even trust him at times? your frustration seemed to only get stronger as you acknowledged that you were once again in your room.

the window has been fixed and now there are bars over the window. your room has been cleaned, everything was back to normal.

except for your body.

some 'temporary' changes were made, due to dottore's experiment. firstly, you could not die, which caused dottore much joy, secondly, he temporarily paralyzed you with some odd plant from sumaru.

he said it was just a precaution.

but all it really is is cruel.

columbina and sandrone are by your side, of course, they usually always are and you've never had a problem with it, but on this day, you do have a problem with it.

you don't want to be touched, bothered, or sung to, but what could you do?

sandrone was gentle as she touched you, she was even somewhat hesitant to touch you, "I am truly sorry, your majesty. I'm sorry that we made you want to run away," sandrone whispered and placed a small kiss against your cheek.

columbina sang to you, her hand holding onto yours but after a few minutes when she saw that you were still crying. her singing usually brought your tears to a stop.

but not this time so she stopped singing, as she realized; a song wouldn't soothe the ache in your heart.

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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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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 will beat the living hell out of my procrastination. And what better way to do it by returning to my roots of Yan Genshin? Also this is solely based on a sus leak of her personality.

Puppeteer with silver strings

(Yan!Sandrone/Marionette x reader)

TW: Body Horror, Gore

You'll never guess you'd work for Lady Sandrone after faithfully serving Lord Pantalone. You've heard a lot of rumours about her......hobby. Still you tried to give her the benefit of doubt. Which in the end was useless when you first saw it. At first you were terrified, almost throwing up even.

The various viscera strewn across her workshop, some were starting to rot and some were preserved in a jar. You had knocked on the door first, with the intention of brining her the latest report of one of her various projects. You somehow controlled your shock and fear, instead opting to clear your throat. "Apologies for intruding my lady but I brought you the latest report from one of your facilities." Handing her the file, she seemed pleased at your lack of reaction. Was it amazement? "If there's nothing else, I shall take my leave." With that you bowed and leave her workshop, the feeling of eyes burning onto your back never leaving.

The next encounter you had with her was while doing simple paperwork. The Harbingers has far more important matters than silly matters. So it is people like you the work are handed to. Noticing her in front of your desk, you slowly looked up to meet her eyes. "Is there something you require of me, Lady Sandrone?" She hummed, staring at your for a full 30 seconds before finally answering you. "Tell me, are you familiar with puppets?" The question made you think. You didn't really have opinions on puppet but.... "I remember going to a puppet show with my parents when I was young. The fact an inanimate object can have myriads of movement with only some parts of their body attached by a string is interesting."

You hope this answer satisfied her. If not, you dare not think of what might happen to you if it doesn't. "Is that so....then you shall accompany me to a puppet show then. I need new inspirations and you're the only one with general knowledge of it. I believe your input will be more valuable than my other underlings." With a nod you accepted her invitation, albeit you felt like you were being blackmailed into going with her. "Understood my lady, I shall accompany you." She then gave you the time and place where you will meet her, expecting you to not be late or else. That night you nervously sat on your bed. Considering there was human remains, the rumours must be true.

She is making puppets out of real human being.

Suppose you should have seen it coming, considering her title is Marionette. But you don't want to end up as one of her dolls. Your only plan is to please her with answers that is up to her taste and live to see another day. It'll be like walking in a field of snow with bear traps underneath so you'll need to be careful. As the day of the pupper show was nearing, your anxiety soared. You kept telling yourself it will be fine. Nothing will go wrong. If you succeed, she will have a positive opinion of you. A great relationship with your superior is good, right? Splashing water to your face and wiping it with a towel, you look at yourself in the mirror. You took several deep breaths, reminding yourself that you're not on a date. You were walking on the thin line between life and death.

Arriving earlier so that you don't upset her, you waited until she arrives. What shocked you was the fact her usual giant of a puppet wasn't with her this time. You don't think you, or anyone else in that matter, have ever seen her without it. She always went everywhere with it. "Lady Sandrone." You greeted her while bowing. "Let's go." You nod your head and went with her into the theater. You have fond memories of the theater. Your parents met here and they used to bring you to various shows all the time. It wasn't only puppet shows but also opera singing or theater plays of ancient stories.

Soon the show began and your eyes was focused on the show. The puppet type that was used was marionette, same as Lady Sandrone's title. The curtains was lowered until the top half of the theater was covered, hiding the hands that controlled them from above. The story was about 2 lovers who were seperated by war. One of them was engulfed in grief when her beloved was forcefully drafted in the army. Soon enough, she commissioned paintings of her love and even dressed up mannequin so that she can pretend. The only thing grounding her to reality was the fact that she was sure she would feel the skin of her love once more.

But came the plot twist. Her lover had died in the war. The body was given to her to be prepared for a funeral. This was the last straw. In grief she told the public it would be a private funeral and that she will cremate the body and have the ashes be turned into a piece of jewelry so that they can be together until her end. The public believed her, dimissing her decision as one that belonged to a grieving widow. But alas it was all a lie. She had hidden away the body, had it preserved. Missing body parts replaced with porcelain. Rotting flesh with putty. For she was truly desperate. For she still believed her love was alive.

Soon the ending arrived. At last the woman realised that she cannot truly save her love. Her appearance was disheveled. As she look in the mirror she realise that there was only one way they can be together. Cutting her long hair that reached the floors, she used it as the hair for her life-sized puppet. Dressing it in the gown that was gifted to her by her love. Spraying it with her favourite perfume. She placed the puppet next to her love and burn the whole villa. Her love and her puppet placed in the basement for safekeeping. She could only hope the rubble from the fire would hide the entrance forever. So that none can disturb their slumber.

The show ended and you glanced over to Lady Sandrone. She didn't seemed to have any positive nor negative reaction to it. The two of you went out of the theater and walked back to the palace together. "What did you think of the show? Did you enjoy it?" She asked you to which you replied "The puppet's movement was smooth and there wasn't a single clunkiness to it. It truly showed the mastery of the puppeteer." She hummed at your answer.

"And the story?"

This made you silence for a while. You never thought she would ask about the story. "It was nice. The characters were well written." Silence filled the air again. Was that not the answer she wanted? She doesn't seem disappointed. Then again, you are walking behind her. She suddenly stops and turned around to look at you. "Is that so.....then come with me again." Your eyes widen at the statement. Lady Sandrone wants you to accompany her? You swallow your saliva in fear. Was this a good sign or a bad one? "If that is your wish my lady." Sandrone smiled at you, and it looked colder than Snezhnaya's winter.

After that she took you plays after plays. Often asking you opinions about them and you kept answering. Soon enough your fellow underlings suspect that you were becoming the Harbinger's favourite. All those time spending with her made you more relaxed around her. You were starting to consider her a friend. Sandrone however was thinking. Thinking of how wonderful of a puppet you'll be.

Sandrone admit, perhaps she has fallen in love with you. Such a strong emotion this is. She has never felt something like this before. Is this what the puppet from the first show you've seen together felt like? Is this genuine happiness? Her fellow Harbingers achieve it through other means and she has always felt jealousy. But now she doesn't have to. She has you. And thats enough to satisfy her.

You'll be elegant, strong, and perfect. Unlike those improper puppet that was made out of those that she dislikes. No. You will be her masterpiece. Every people of various arts needs one, no? She think it was cute. How you don't notice the time she was staring at your biological info. Measuring your height and designing the perfect little puppet. All hers to cherish and control. Her plans takes time but it's ok she can wait.

Until one day she could not.

You were packing your things. Were you fired? No, that can't be. "Why are you packing up your things?" She asked you. It seemed like no one told her that a few arrangements has been made and that you've been told to work for Lord Pantalone once more. You tell her the news, but you didn't expect her to....have an outburst. The puppet behind her stood tall behind her. Towering over both of you. But you know she's the one in charge. Foolishly you tried to reason with her. "L-Lady Sandrone, though I work for Lord Pantalone again. I will always make time for our puppet shows."

"I don't care about that."

"Without you I can't make my masterpiece. No other person would be fit. No no no NO. YOU CAN'T LEAVE."

Her outburst startled you. Her puppet then grabbed your hand dragging you to her workshop. You dreaded every second. Muttering prayers in your head to The Tsaritsa that you may live to see another day. That you may be saved from death's clutch. But oh little did you know. Your prayers are answered. Just not in the way you think. You were strapped onto a chair, your chin lifted to see Lady Sandrone's face. "Don't worry love, you'll be fine. It won't hurt I promise. It'll be quick. Would you like for me to sedate you? No, I want you to feel my love for you."

Her crazed ramblings of love instilled fear even deeper inside of you. Your breathing was quick. Behind her, in the shadows, you see it. A puppet that looked like you. You started to squirm but Sandrone cooed at you, shushing you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry, it's a very nice puppet. I put all of my talent and effort into it. Won't it be wonderful? You as my puppet, and I, the hand that will control your silver strings." She started to grab tools and held you down. "Don't worry, soon you'll wake up feeling much better." Your screams of pain and her crazed laughter filled the room.

And soon you woke up.

Feeling......nothing but....what is it...

Devotion, yes that's must be it. But to who again...?

"My...lady?" You weakly said to the familiar woman in front of you.' She cupped your cold cheeks in her hands. "Silly you, you know you can call me by my real name now." She leaned into your ear, her breath brushing against it like a cold wind. Yet you did not shiver. "Let me whisper it to you........."

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