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morose-melodies · 1 year

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

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summary: due to dottore's carelessness, he broke a glass jar while experimenting with toxic gasses and now the gasses a spreading throughout the castle.

note: I finally wrote part 3, yay. I've had half of it written for months but didn't know how to continue it, so I gave up. but I finally finished it, yay. I'm not sure if it's going to be all that good though and so sorry for the lazy ending, I did not know how to finish it. but anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)

taglist: @kaveh-is-pretty @nomorefstogive @frankypasta @salacun @teal-aurora

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the sky was falling.

you were sure of it and afraid. the dark, star-less sky was falling, growing closer and closer to the ground, and soon, the sky would meet the earth.

you pressed your palms against the cold window and looked up, frozen and afraid, what can anyone do in a situation like this?

perhaps you could stop this from happening if only you had your power, but alas, that was in the past, you've changed and no longer wield the power that made you special.

"no..." a stray tear left your eye as you moved away from the window and towards the door to your room, you knocked, gently at first but as time passed it became more frantic and rough.

you began to feel faint, and your knocking became harder and you began to cry, "please, open this door! please someone- anyone! open the door!"

no answer.

you cried harder, the side of your hand becoming sore from banging on the door, you knocked and cried for quite some time but never gained an answer which led you to back away from the door and sit beside the window again.

you felt terrible. you rested your cheek against the window and cried, watching as the sky fell.

...

"what have you done, dottore?" PIERRO questioned dottore as DOTTORE passed out gas masks to all of the present harbingers, "there was a small incident." dottore replied.

COLUMBINA giggled as dottore tried to water down the situation before them.

"small? soldiers are fainting from that gas- some are in critical condition, what do you mean small?" SANDRONE snapped at dottore, as she slid the mask onto her face.

"this is a first. nothing like this has happened to me before-"

"mistakes from you will not be tolerated. some soldiers are barely breathing and delirious due to your mistake, nothing like this will happen again, understood?" pierro narrowed his eyes as he watched dottore humbled himself and nodded, before saying "of course, lord harbinger."

columbina messed with the straps on her gas mask as she asked, "do you think the gasses have reached out mag-"

"has something happened, where are all of the soldiers?" asked PANTALONE as he entered the castle, pierro quickly pulled pantalone in and shut the door behind pantalone, "we cannot let the gasses reach the town if that happens, we will never hear the end of it."

columbina tuts, after being cut off but didn't attempt to speak again.

"gasses-?" before pantalone could ask, dottore handed him a gas mask and with no questioning, he slid it over his face, "what gas? what has happened?" pantalone asked, and before dottore could explain, sandrone said, "dottore made a mistake, broke a jar full of toxic gasses, its harming harbingers and yet he doesn't seem to... care that much."

pantalone nodded slowly, his eyes roaming across the room slowly, but his majesty was nowhere to be seen, "where is our majesty?"

everyone paused, silence overtaking them before dottore said, with a scoff, "don't worry, our majesty is in the safest room of the castle, the gasses wouldn't be able to reach our majesty so soon."

"we don't want the gasses to reach our majesty at all!" sandrone was on the verge of ripping her hair out from the frustration she felt.

"we should check on our majesty..." columbina butted in, as she tugged at the straps of the gas mask, harder.

"do you know the side effect of the gasses, dottore?" pantalone asked, and dottore shook his head, "I know nothing about the gas, I was merely messing around when the jars broke."

"so... you were just playing with toxic gasses-"

"yes."

sandrone released a sigh, as she turned away from dottore, her frustration apparent as she clenched her fist. columbina grinned at the chaos, "how long have the gasses been flowing around?" she asked.

"for more than two hours now," dottore replied before sighing, hard... he believed everyone was completely overreacting.

"we must check on our majesty... just in the case that anything has happened, " pantalone said before he turned on his heel and began to walk up the staircase which led to your room.

the front door opened once again, "hey-!"

pierro pulled CHILDE into the castle and shut the door behind him, before handing him a gas mask, "what's this for?" childe asked as he slid it onto his face.

"dottore... released toxic gasses into the air," sandrone briefly explain and childe laughed, "really? I would have never expected that from him."

"me neither," columbina grinned and childe quickly looked over to the corner where columbina was resting and cringed slightly as he nodded.

...

"your majesty...? if you don't mind, we're coming in," pantalone warned but gained no response. pantalone opened the door and looked in, you weren't by the door or on your bed.

you were by the window, on the ground. pantalone fully entered the room and dottore followed after him. "you said our majesty was safe-"

"perhaps our majesty is resting," dottore said, trying not to worry pantalone as he turned you onto your back.

the gas had definitely reached you.

he could tell, from the way you were twitching and choking on your drool, the way your eyes rolled back into your head, and the way you were barely breathing.

dottore turned to pantalone, and tried his best to remain calm as he asked, "go back down and get a gas mask for our majesty, do not take your time."

pantalone was quick to leave the room and go down the stairs, to see that CAPITANO and ARLECCHINO had arrived, "I need a gas mask for our majesty."

pierro handed a gas mask to pantalone, then he went back up, just as he was walking up the stairs, capitano asked, "is our majesty not doing well?"

"I'm sure our majesty will be fine," pantalone replied but his voice was laced with uncertainty, which caused capitano to follow after pantalone.

pantalone reentered the room and capitano followed after him, "here," he handed the mask to dottore and dottore put the mask onto you.

dottore connected his and your mask (let us all pretend that something like that exists), so that his oxygen would become your own so that you could regain consciousness soon.

you choked before a small cry left your lips, pantalone kneeled to your side and ran his fingers across your arm, "are you feeling well, your majesty?"

"...sky... the sky, " you choke out as you attempted to sit up but dottore stopped you, mumbling for you to relax because you didn't feel well.

"what about the sky, your majesty-"

"pantalone, our majesty is already confused and you are making our majesty even more confused." dottore grumbled before lifting you into his and handing you over to capitano, after unconnecting your masks.

capitano took you down the stairs, "the sky... sky," you continue to repeat and in response, capitano hushed you, saying, "your majesty, calm down... you're confusing yourself."

"lay our majesty onto that table," dottore said to capitano, knowing he couldn't take you into his laboratory, so he settled for the dining room table, "and get a blanket for our majesty," dottore said to childe who idly sat on the table.

capitano placed you once the table and you tried to sit up once again, "the sky... it-" capitano gently placed a hand onto your shoulder and with a gentle push you lay motionless on the table.

"the sky..." you mumbled idly, weakly reaching out to sandrone, who looked over to you anxiously, she quickly made her way to your side and took your hand into hers, "what's wrong, your majesty?"

but you didn't reply but continued to mindlessly mumble on about the sky. what was happening? why do you feel so bad? why are all the harbingers leaning over you with worried expressions?

"our majesty will be alright, with time, surly the side effects will fade off, our majesty's immune system is far stronger than the average human's immune system" dottore tried to calm the others, though his words didn't seem to calm them at all.

"i can't believe this!" sandrone grumbled, her fists tight as she narrowed her eyes at dottore, "this wouldn't have happened if you were a little more... more careful!"

seeing you so weak... disheartened sandrone.

"hey, you heard dottore, our majesty will be fine. just give our majesty some time to come around," childe stood at the edge of the table, a small smile on his face, as his hand rested upon your ankle, as he tried to comfort sandrone though his words didn't seem to reach her.

"what...? what's happening, where-" you pushed yourself up slowly, eyes squinted, vision blurred and hands shaking.

"your majesty-!"

"sandrone, quiet." pierro held a hand up, to silence her or anyone else who would attempt to speak.

you were silent, staring off past the harbingers and at the wall. your lips parted and breath uneven. "pierro- tell me what's happening," you commanded as you ran your fingers across the gas mask on your face, "wh-what is this?"

"dottore released toxic gasses into the air as a result of him carelessly messing around with the gasses in his laboratory." pierro replied, his tone sharp as he glanced back at dottore.

"forgive me, your majesty." dottore apologized, his eyes closely watching you as you looked around at all the harbingers.

columbina sat down beside you, her cold fingertips running across your skin, as she felt for your pulse and smiled.

"now, your majesty, you were saying something about the sky... do you remember what you were talking about?" pantalone asked.

"yes..." you started, as you tried to get off of the dining table but capitano grabbed your arm and pulled you back to where you were once sitting, "the sky... was falling. i saw it," you told the harbingers.

"falling? is that even possible?" arlecchino asked, and dottore shook his head, "completely impossible. perhaps the gasses reached her sooner than i initially thought it had," dottore mumbled to himself but sandrone, being so shaken up by what had happened, said, "this is terrible! You're just terrible. you've caused our majesty unnecessary suffering... thanks to your carelessness."

"have I not apologized countless times?" dottore asked, his eyes narrowed at sandrone, "if you hadn't been so carele-"

"stop it- the both of you. do you not realize you're making this about yourselves other than our majesty? both of you, come with me" pierro grabbed dottore and sandrone by their arms and with a less than polite grin, excused the three of them.

columbina grinned as dottore and sandrone got pulled away.

the remaining harbingers sat in silence.

childe sat at the edge of the table, his hand rubbing your ankle. to childe, it was an honor to touch your skin... your perfect skin... heck, it was an honor to even be able to serve you.

arlecchino was admittedly quite angry though she made no comments. how could dottore be so careless... our majesty could have died because of him... how dare he. she stood at your side, her hands pocketed in an attempt to look composed but by the way she was biting her lip, it was obvious that she wasn't at all happy with what happened.

capitano was at the side of arlecchino, he silently stared down at you, he was just grateful that you were okay. things could be worse. but they aren't and he's grateful for that. he wanted to hold you again but he knew if he did, he'd end up never letting you go.

columbina was sitting at your side, her cold fingertips grazing your skin, as she hummed to you. she was happy, to say the least, she didn't want to be away from you for so long ever again. she smiled softly as she held your hand.

pierro came back minutes later, "your majesty is going to recover just fine. some of the soldiers are already making recoveries themself."

the tension amongst the harbingers seemed to fade and everything seemed okay again.

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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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dear-yandere · 2 years

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little lover.

yandere! fatui harbingers x gn! darling.

headcanons on sharing a darling (shared darling au).

› wc: 8.3k.

› characters included: pierro, scaramouche, pantalone, childe, arlecchino, columbina, il dottore, il capitano, sandrone.

› tw: suggestive themes, pseudo-incest and incest (pierro and childe), mention of noncon (pierro), physical punishment (capitano, scaramouche, and sandrone), mention of human trafficking (pantalone), gendered nickname (arlecchino).

› note: ah the length of these headcanons got the best of me... i would have broken this post up into individual pieces, but i think it’s best to read them altogether considering they’re sharing a darling. i also reposted my columbina headcanons here with several additions for the sake of consistency!

also...please pretend scaramouche didn’t run away and is here to partake in darling <3

pierro // the jester — reverent, delusional, manipulative, strict art by bahari (pixiv).

— pierro keeps you at his side like a pet, painfully aware that this desire to keep cherished ones close stems from the tragedy that befell his nation long ago. he is an enigma you neither the other harbingers cannot possibly hope to understand, but you know this well: he is a man with a focus, one who takes great precautions to ensure nothing can surprise him. before you became the harbingers’ shared lover, pierro took great care in observing every part of you — your background, your abilities and talents, your psychology. only behind closed doors does he let his humanity show, and, sometimes... his inhumanity. because he will not stop at knowing all there is to know about your life — because to know someone is to know their body, to know their quirks and weaknesses, their dreams and ambition. to know someone truly is to know intimacy, and there is little that pierro — a man who has lost and outlived everything he’s ever cared for — wants more than to feel whole again. mere facts on sheets of paper cannot encapsulate who you are and how you may be of service to him, nor can they predict how he comes undone when you’re alone together.

because he is tired. he is tired of screaming to be heard, of being unheeded regardless. those people are gone, and he does not intend to let anyone who does not listen live.

“those who fail to heed the warnings don't live to admit they were senseless not to do so. if you wish to live, do not stray from my side.”

— he’s adamant in ensuring you are in the best condition possible when his time with you comes. though you are given little orders apart from pleasing or accompanying the harbingers, absolute obedience is expected of you. no moment is rest is granted to you, whose mind is constantly on edge, because he has seen to it that you are always watched. the harbingers are granted the task of caring for you on days when you’re in their possession. they can do to you what they see fit, so long as no bones are broken and all blemishes and bruises can be hidden upon pierro’s request. naturally, select harbingers aren’t awfully keen on having to keep you in one piece (or alive, for that matter), but they are powerless against pierro’s word. for that, you are grateful (you might not survive otherwise)... and horrified. what power could he wield that even his worst, most powerful subordinates fear him?

for that alone, the thought of rebelling against pierro never once crosses your mind, no matter how horridly you may be treated by your subjugators. without pierro’s leniency, you would be in for a far worse fate.

“do you understand what it’s like to have hope, only to lose it? ... then do not have hope, because there is no escape for you here.”

— pierro isn’t himself when you’re alone together. his idea of love is different from the others’ — because he doesn’t see you. because, some days, you swear there’s someone who looks exactly like him, someone who acts nothing like him. because, sometimes...he has this look of regret and sadness in his eye. a stiffness that you quickly learn the tell-tale signs of, one that doesn’t prepare you regardless.

because you remind him of those he loved and lost. some days, you remind him of his lover; others, you remind him of his younger sibling. the way you’ll laugh, the way you’ll hang onto his every word. the way you’d listen to him unlike those who hadn’t; and he’s reminded of how death does not discriminate between the worthy and the unworthy, the foolish and the learned.

these memories haunt him, and he finds solace in you. you wonder if he sees you or these ghosts of his past, but it does not matter any way. because even when his hands touch you in places they shouldn’t, the delusion in his eyes does not diminish. because no matter who you are, or who you were to him, he only wants his nation. he wants a legacy, someone who shares his blood, someone he can call family, someone he can call a khaenri’ahn. you will give birth to worthy khaenri’ahns... even if you haven’t the ability to birth in the first place.

you quickly learn he is too far gone to care for the difference.

“i had spent years telling myself ‘i should have died with them’. but, it is only you who makes me want to live again.”

scaramouche // the balladeer — cruel, delusional, manipulative, strict art by @嶋兎 (pixiv).

— scaramouche is possessive to a fault, but his complaints fall on deaf ears. he isn’t keen on sharing, much less sharing what should rightfully be his and his alone. when it’s his ‘turn’ with you, he’s wastes little time ripping the lavish jewels or beautiful dresses dresses from your body. his hands are quick to replace the cloths, tracing each curve to inspect what the others have done to you. he plans to return those markings twice fold. no matter how much you protest or plead with him, he is always brutal, rough, and cold in his treatment of you — yet equally jealous and possessive. onslaughts of degradation sometimes give way to moments of tenderness. eager hands will tread knots out of your hair and lay kisses on your cheek. cooling balm will be applied to your bruises and wounds, and he’ll hold you in his arms like you might shatter if he doesn’t hold you together himself. he has the same body and the same voice, but calling out to him never feels right, in these moments. because you’re afraid he wasn’t the same scaramouche. because you’re afraid speaking will break the spell and bring back the scaramouche who hurts you.

moments like these leave you wondering if there are really two of him. you hope there is, because it would mean momentary reprieve from the cruelty of the other. and yet... you wonder if that hidden side of him ever remembers these tender moments. maybe he’d go easier on you if he did.

“how pathetic... i would kill to be loved, but there is nothing left of me to love.”

— the balladeer is a ticking time bomb. you’re constantly on edge in his presence (that’s what he wants), unsure of what his disgusted expressions and harsh words truly mean. his words hold little weight in regard to the truth, as he’ll say one thing and mean the other, expecting you to read between the lines or read his mind entirely. in that way, you learn that flattery will get you everywhere with him. although he would never formally confirm such a disgraceful truth, he has an inferiority complex, one that makes him particularly sensitive to any genuine praise you’ll give him. he isn’t a fool, though — if you praise him just right, just enough but not too much, the odds will forever be in your favor. it won’t earn you any special treatment (certainly no more freedoms than he’s already stripped you of), but you’ll be spared the physical punishments and verbal abuse for as long as he wills it.

because though he cares not for the gods, treating you like the gods treat humans is the closest he’ll get to feeling wanted.

“just because they allow you to live doesn’t mean you can live for anyone other than me. don’t forget who you belong to.”

— scaramouche loves a challenge, and you provide more than enough. he treats you worse than his subordinates. because he loves the way you’ll claw at his arms hoping your nails will break a layer of skin, a worthless attempt at distracting him long enough to push him from your body. he loves the way, that in the same vein of your contempt and disgust, your breath will catch and falter in your mouth when he’s unexpectedly gentle with your wounds or bruises, laying tender kisses on the markings as if in apology for not being there to prevent them. how... in the same vein, he’ll imbue his fingertips with electro and choke you, defile you, ruin you in a way the others cannot. he wants to be the most prominent marking on your body, the most painful memory in your head — an eternal reminder that no matter how many partners you have, he’s the one you’ll come crawling back to.

or, perhaps it’s more than that. perhaps he just loves the way your gasps build up to a crescendo, the way they meld into screams soon thereafter. perhaps he loves the way your voice falters into hoarse gasps and desperate cries, the way they bounce off your walls the very same way your body would if he could have his way with you. perhaps he does harbor some sense of twisted love for you...

or perhaps he loves the way you hurt. because that’s all there ever is to it.

he wants you to hurt the same way he does.

he finds you disgusting.

sitting before him like a dog, when only moments ago you dared to speak back in front of his subordinates. you didn’t have that sort of mouth when you came here only a week ago. knowing the harbingers’ distaste for him, he can only imagine they said not to worry about angering him. the words leave his mouth before he can regain composure.

“tell me what they said about me.” he accuses, grabbing you hair. you whimper just like a dog, and it makes him want to treat you like one. “did they tell you they’ll ‘handle’ me? or that i’m not worth the trouble?” he pulls you closer, excited by the tears rolling from your eyes. “did they tell you to treat me like they do? like i’m nothing more than trash?”

the thought alone is enough to dye his vision red, and his other hand reaches for you. wants to wrap his hands around your neck. wonders how long it’ll take to snap.

sparks linger on his hand, and you haven’t a doubt that he would shock you into submission should he so choose. your knees buckle from fear, and it’s no surprise he lets you go right then. because you crumple to the ground in a pathetic display of powerlessness, and he stands above you like a god.

“you are below me.”

pantalone // the regrator — reverent, aware, manipulative, strict art by @zhyphenth (twitter).

— pantalone is one of the few ‘gentlemen’ of the bunch, especially when he discovers the joys of having an obedient and submissive doll to endlessly thank and fawn over him. he finds endless entertainment in the way you react to his lavish gifts and grand stories of travels and business conquests, more so if you play it up for the sake of his ego. sparing a few couple hundred million mora is nothing to a man of his wealth, so he is quick to endow you with gifts most would kill for. the finest jewels and fabrics, the tastiest food and drink, the most beautiful formal wear and aestheticians money can afford. colombina is thrilled, to say the least, considering she too adores dressing her sweet little dove up to the nines. pantalone is more than happy to oblige, of course, as pocket change like such has little meaning to him. what he really craves is your continual appraisals of his generosity and compassion. watching you slowly come to see him as genial rather than your oppressor is such fun; you haven’t the slightest clue how much power he holds. one misstep and he can see to it that you suffer a fate worse than death. perhaps they’ll throw you into the cold winter of snezhnaya with nothing but rags, or drop you in a foreign land with no money and a bad taint on your name, or even sell you off to a brothel for a hefty price. those scum of the earth would fall over themselves to buy the fatui’s whore.

“don’t fret, little gem. the price has little to do with you. it’s merely my responsibility as a gentleman to treat you with the dignity you deserve.”

— pantalone isn’t fond of any rejections of his goodwill. while he understands the desire to reject gifts you feel undeserving of (that was his first inclination too, until he realized you must take all you can get in this world), refusal to take that which is rightfully yours simply doesn’t sit well with him. your meek behavior reminds me him too much of his unsightly past, something you’d do well not to remind him of. you have little choice but to let him pamper you if he so sees fit, unless you plan to sit around idly while he verbally abuses you. even more precarious is any situation where you refuse his generosity in public. when he forces you to attend a social event as his partner, you are to be the epitome of grace and modesty. any refusal, be it verballly or through body language, is met with the harshest of words and the vilest of threats. he is above physically laying a hand on you under the pretense of discipline, but his reputation is everything to him; and, to have such an unsightly and ungrateful consort at his side is nothing short of disgraceful. you’d be better off beaten and bruised on the streets like a mutt, he’ll say, and you do not doubt his words — because he can make it happen should he see fit.

“not even a pauper would reject such extravagance. tell me, filth, do you wish to be lower than a pauper? i can arrange it quite easily, you see... perhaps you’d like a demonstration?”

— as the richest of the harbingers, you’re certain his particular affinity to lavish decorum and gaudy gifts is his way of asserting control and dominance over you. it’s his money, after all, and you haven’t the freedom to your name to refuse. though, childe seems persistent in besting his efforts. at some point, it became a game of ‘who’s richer?’, with you at center stage. you’d do best to watch your reactions and words when accepting their offerings. childe is much more lenient if you refuse his gifts, but pantalone will force it upon you in whichever way he sees fit. countless unwanted decorations or trinkets will find their way into your room, shining and ready for your adulation upon your return. you’d best not reject any clothing or jewels he offers you either; if he doesn’t order the maids to bring you to the dressing room and force it upon your person, he will do it himself.

“i’ll purchase the world if you ask, little gem. just say the word and it’s riches are yours.”

— his rivalry with childe is amusing, but the latter cannot compare to pantalone’s rank within the harbingers. while childe is often sent on missions in which an in-person appearance is needed, pantalone is free to to ‘work’ from wherever and whenever he sees fit. it’s only natural he takes you with him to one of numerous hideouts around teyvat for a breath of fresh air - something childe is unable to do nearly as frequently. pantalone likes to think that anything in the world can be bought with money (even happiness), but he isn’t a fool; nothing can top the opportunity to escape the overwhelming presence of the most powerful people in snezhnaya. he’ll say his reasoning is a fleeting sense of pity for your situation, though a greater, more selfish part of his ego is the desire to isolate you from the rest. his greed is boundless, and even you aren’t exempt from those desires. you’ll thank him for his compassion and generosity soon enough.

tartaglia // childe — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient art by astara nell (pixiv).

— tartaglia is one of the only harbingers that treat you with a degree of normalcy; though, you’d do best to be on guard no matter how sweet his words. the moment you caught his attention is one he looks back on fondly. you reminded him so much of his siblings, that same look of pleading and losslessness darting from one harbinger to the next. it was adorable, the fact you’d still cling to some hope that the fatui have a degree of humanity left to spare. in truth...he couldn’t help himself. the desire to protect you wasn’t nearly as strong as his desire to protect his siblings, but something about the way you held out for the tiniest sliver of humanity amongst a pack of wolves was hopelessly endearing. he was taken with you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

“aw, look how terrified you are. i can’t say the same for the others, but i won’t hurt you, alright? pinky promise.“

— tartaglia isn’t silent in his adoration for you, and he will loudly claim you as one of his own in front of the other harbingers, much to their annoyance. it’s easy enough to treat you as he would teucer; and, considering his wealth, he enjoys showering you with gifts just as he would his siblings. pantalone originally tried to compete with him in this endeavor, claiming that he could procure much more exquisite and expensive gifts than tartaglia ever could. what pantalone doesn’t understand, of course, is that you’re scared. gifts are meaningless if the recipient has no choice but to accept, whether that be from social pressure, or in this case, a fear for their life. it was only natural you eventually took a liking to childe far more easily than you did with pantalone despite the latter’s best attempts.

— you see tartaglia infrequently due to the necessity of his field work, but the moments he takes to visit you are always welcome. when he’s gone, you’re left to fend for yourself against the peculiar interest of the harbingers. tartaglia is a breath of fresh air, a welcome reminder that you’re not a plaything or a pet, but a human with emotions, wants, and needs. he makes it easy to forget that his personality is fabricated and his words hide lies within their dark corners. you’re aware of his ingenuine behavior, but it’s hard to think he isn’t the perfect lover. because despite being equal parts possessive and protective, his affection never leaves you feeling disgusting.

“who did this to you? now now, there’s no need to shake like a leaf, solnyshko (sunshine). just tell me who it was and i’ll take care of it for you...that’s what big brothers are for, hm?”

— although he can’t give you everything you want (what could you want more than going back to your normal life, after all?), you’re happy he tries his best to please you. that’s more than you can say for your other keepers... that’s more you could say about anyone, really...

he picks up on this insecurity of yours rather quickly of course. you don’t see yourself as worth the trouble of saving or finding, so who would realistically save you? you’ve bared witness to the power of the harbingers countless times before — who could save you aside from the archons themselves? you truly have no one but him, and he can’t help but bask in that realization. you have no one to run to other than him, don’t you? if only you’d rely on him more...he’d steal you away in an instant. somewhere no one can touch you or defile you.

no one apart from him.

the sight before him is nothing short of breathtaking. you snooze peacefully against his arm, a hand pressed against the thick fur on his coat to cushion your cheek. this is ... new. you’ve never willingly stepped into his personal space before, not like this. never to the point of letting your guard down so easily.

tartaglia loves you as he loves his siblings, so he instinctively drapes a warm comforter over your sleeping form. though... it’s in moments like these where even he can’t push away intrusive thoughts. moments like this where he wonders what would happen if he touched you like lovers would. would you shy away from his touch like you do with the others, or would you lean into him further? would you protest if his hands wandered where they shouldn’t, or would you let him touch you places no big brother should?

the thought alone excites him.

“rest up, sunshine.” he laughs, brushing stray hairs from your face. your lips twitch into a small smile, comforted by the warmth of his touch. for once, you feel unbridled comfort in his presence. archons, how easy it’d be to shatter that false pretense of solidarity and trust you’ve granted him. you’d feel betrayed, no doubt, but you wouldn’t shy away from him, not for long — not when you’re much worse off with your other options.

mm...that will come in due time. he can only hold himself back for so much longer...

arlecchino // the knave — reverent, aware, honest, strict art by @pumpkin0352 (twitter).

— arlecchino is princely and classy in everything she does, though she is terrifying to the untrained eye. you quickly come to learn that she’s rather unsure of how to show romantic emotions to anyone other than colombina. as little has to be said for colombina to understand arlecchino’s loving nature — the existence of which you’re still skeptical of considering you’re held here against your will — colombina happily interprets arlecchino’s true intentions to you. despite her cold appearance, arlecchino tries her best to show her affection during the course of a normal day; still, she only truly lets her guard down in private. having met her only in public, anyone would agree she’s hard to get close to. despite her affections, she is controlling at her core and does not take kindly to any visible disdain of her actions. still, it’s difficult to deny she goes out of her way to care for you both whether it be in private or not. you shiver to think how much worse off you’d be in the hands of the harbingers without arlecchino advocating for you (even if it is for her own gain).

“my grace, how are you taking to the new scenery and living arrangements? while i’m not thrilled by the rotating schedule, the least i can do is make the transition easier. anything you desire, i will see to it myself.”

— arlecchino isn’t nearly as touchy as colombina; rather, she shows her affection through meaningful actions and thoughtful trinkets — gifts that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, unlike childe and pantalone’s lavish gift-giving competition. she finds their efforts to be a disgusting display of wealth, and above all, futile; naturally, you’re most taken by herself and dear colombina. still, even arlecchino feels the occasional desire to touch her lovers. colombina is much more open with touching and will happily initiate physical touch whenever she sees fit — a quick peck on the lips, a hand twirling locks of arlecchino’s hair... but you’re not nearly as open to such displays of affection. she can’t fault you, given her own standoffish disposition, but it does sadden her ever so slightly. despite the climbing desire to hold you in her arms, arlecchino takes the slow route with gaining your trust and affections, opting to treat you like someone she is courting rather than someone she already has possession of. only within arlecchino’s presence do you feel a semblance of safety.

“i think more about you than you perhaps suppose.“

— she hates the situation you find yourself in. how her mind is filled with constant paranoia and worry that you’ll disappear, run away, or end up dead in one of sandrone or dottore’s experiments. despite the fatui’s overwhelming influence and power, she even worries that you’ll be stolen away by those who wish to ‘liberate’ you, to grant you your freedom. she abhors such an idea, because true freedom can only be with her and columbina. should an opening presents itself, arlecchino will have no hesitations in stealing you away from the zapolyarny palace; one such opportunity is one in a million, however, and she cannot ensure your safety unless those more powerful than her are eliminated.

as it is now, the best she can do is show you the life you could have with her and columbina, free of the watchful gaze of the tsaritsa’s followers. for this reason, alrecchino needs absolute control over your day-to-day life: where you are, who you’re with and for how long, what they’ll be doing to or with you, when she can see you again. though she cannot force some unsightly harbingers to treat you properly, she is skilled in procuring information on their weaknesses and shameful deeds — information she uses to bargain for your safety.

“you don’t have to rely on them for anything. i will protect and cherish you where those ilk see it fit to mistreat you. so do not rely on anyone else any longer.”

— as if held up by an intangible string, arlecchino never lets her posture slouch or her behavior falter. proper etiquette and grace are exceedingly important to her (which, perhaps, is yet another reason she’s so taken with colombina), so it’s only natural she expects the same of you. whenever you may slip up with basic mannerisms and conduct, she feels the slightest twinge of disappoint, but she’s adamant to never let such emotion show. despite your shortcomings, she holds you in high regard as a person of interest meant to be protected. what would you think if your princely knight displayed such unrefined sentiments in your presence? surely you’d be less inclined to listen to her — and worse, you may even start to prefer colombina. that won’t do. while she loves the damselette equally and just as dearly, the knave does not put such effort into these things for no reward. while she’d would never stoop so low as to force you to treat her in a way you’re not fully agreeable with, arlecchino expects your eager gratitude at her behest. you don’t need to love her quite yet — simply know your place.

a prince does not force a princess to do anything... because, no matter how long it may take, arlecchino wants to win your love justly.

“moya printsessa (my princess), i plan on spending my lifetime trying to court you. even if the world ends, my love for you would remain.”

colombina // the damselette — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient art by もち。kenyal (pixiv).

— colombina is so terribly fond of you, going so far as to call you her little dove. the name had come as a surprise as first, given that she is far more delicate and graceful than you could ever attain — but she insists. if anything, you welcome her infatuation, even if you’re not quite sure why she feels such a way in the first place. perhaps it’s the way she enjoys dressing you up in snezhnaya’s latest fashions, or the way she adores washing and combing your hair when she all but forces you to join her in the bath. perhaps...she sees you as nothing more than a doll or pet, but you are in no position to speak out against her overwhelming love for you; after all, you suppose it could be far worse — memories of the way dottore and scaramouche treat you flashing through your recent memory. just let her love you, even if you break and suffocate.

“you’re just so wonderfully adorable, little dove. however can you blame me?”

— the way she dotes on you would leave any of her countless admirers overwhelmed by jealousy, but they do not dare speak out against their lady. whether it is in fear of her power or from respect in her position amongst the executives, colombina is adamant in her adoration of her sweet little bird. the way you chitter and peep like a baby bird when she so much as runs delicate fingers through your hair or along your skin is enough to melt her heart — if she could help it, she would want nothing more than to hear those sounds all day as she cradles you within her arms. it’s why she insists on joining her in the bath as often as you can, even on days where you’re in the possession of the others. most of her cohorts (aside from scaramouche) have no problem with this arrangement as long as she returns you to their rooms straight after. selfishly, she still doesn’t like having a time limit to the fleeting moments she’s allotted with you, but she’s partial to the look of relief on your face when she takes you from the more frightening harbingers, even if only for an hour or two. she relishes in the respite you find within her company, because she and arlecchino are the only ones who are on your side. you need her, and that is all she needs. who will you turn to besides those two, after all?

“little dove, fragile little songbird — won’t you sing for me tonight?”

— she loves you the way vines love the trees they tether to: twisted. her words are carefully picked, their usage meant to instill complete fear and submission. like arlecchino, she expects you to behave ‘properly’ in her presence, taking her every word and whim to heart. her presence alone is overbearing, though she is adamant you listen to her sing for you at all manners of the day and night. enamored by all things art and artistic, she sings when she reads to you the macabre poetry and horror stories she is so fond of. when she addresses you in that soft voice of her, there is a musical edge to her voice. you daren’t break from character, because the damselette shall not allow it. sing to her tune, act according to her wishes — you are but a bird in its cage, and your purpose is to entertain.

at night, she sings to you of lullabies and of tragic fairy tales, where the hero never wins and the princess is never saved. her stories and her song hold you in a trance. you’ll fall asleep by the end of her tale, and only time will tell if you dream or nightmare.

— colombina clings to you like a shadow, her affection overbearing. of the harbingers, she treats you most like a pet, a little bird who must vie for the affections of her master. arlecchino, who treats you like a lover, isn’t pleased with this arrangement, but knows better than to make columbina start a tirade. they get along wonderfully, with you at the center of their affections.

the damselette rather enjoys sharing you with her lover arlecchino, the latter of whom is surprisingly just as fond of you as colombina is. as intimidating as she is, the knave dotes on you just as much as she does on the damselette. your fingers, neck, and hair are sure to be adorned with the finest and most sentimental of jewels — gifts from arlecchino no doubt, who prefers to show her affection in beautiful small jewels and trinkets rather than colombina’s affinity to physical touch. whether material or physical, you are the center of their attention when they aren’t fawning over each other.

“sweet dove, you’ll come and join us, won’t you?” colombina will muse, patting the seat between her and arlecchino, the latter of whom flashes a small but rare smile in an attempt to welcome you to their sides. you’ve learned better than to hesitate in front of these two, so you hurry over, seating yourself squarely between the two gorgeous women. between them, you feel awfully small, but they welcome you as if you are one of their treasures.

and perhaps that’s all you are... a treasure to be shown and flaunted.

you hardly register the way colombina rests her hand atop your thigh, her eyes shining innocently from beneath her half-veil. it’s only when arlecchino blushes and rests her hand atop yours that a smile forces a way to your lips. and so the show begins again.

“little bird, you are quivering. could it be you’ve missed us so dearly? now...that won’t do it, will it, dear arlecchino? perhaps we should pay our darling extra attention today...♥ ”

dottore // the doctor — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict art by @crycry84488 (twt).

— dottore is cold and ruthless even to that which interests him, a trait apparent from the moment he laid eyes on you. his eyes had run over your body as if you were nothing more than an interesting new specimen plump for dissection and research — an interest that he would explore without hesitation had it not been for his colleagues’...infatuation with you. truthfully, he does not quite understand exactly what holds their interest in you. from his viewpoint, you’re nothing more than a trembling lamb ready to be slaughtered. though of course, perhaps that’s why he began feeling a draw to you. what could possibly interest some of the harbingers enough to keep you around like some sort of pet?

he’d do anything to find out.

“interesting. this much terrifies you to the point of soiling yourself? it’s like you’re begging me to do far worse.”

— he takes great joy in watching you squirm. one couldn’t say that what dottore feels toward you is love, precisely... but would that make it any better? still, even his men can see clear as day that you’re not to be messed with unless they want to feel the wrath of your keepers. the doctor has a certain glow when it comes to speaking of his beloved little experiment — a certain sparkle in his eyes that reminds him there’s still so much he has to discover. still...one wonders if it’s just an excuse to keep you close. surely there’s no experiment interesting enough to use you in, running the risk of upsetting the harbingers. the doctor would have far more leeway in experimenting on someone inconsequential to the fatui, and yet, he often insists on you. perhaps he doesn’t want the others to sully you before he can collect the data he so desires, or perhaps it’s because he simply wants you near. he’ll say it’s to keep an eye on you — a means to observe your behaviors in a controlled environment — but you’re sure his reasoning extends beyond that. you can only hope that it does, for any affection he holds for you may delay what foul plans he has for you.

— when he isn’t keen on experimenting on you (he has far more important matters to attend to after all), he delights in telling you crude and gruesome stories of his past experiments. your face will contort in much the same way as when he uses you for research, but you will listen to his numerous accomplishments regardless, asking questions here and there if only to satisfy him. and that it does, because he enjoys nothing more than speaking of his intellectual pursuits and numerous (unethical) discoveries. dottore isn’t shy in his expectation of compliments, so you find your time with him is better spent if you stroke his ego long enough to delay any further wild ideas spawning in his mad mind that he could possibly subjugate you to.

perhaps it’s his way of boasting, or maybe even his twisted way of connecting with you in a way his colleagues surely cannot, but you prefer these interactions far more than the alternative, even if the nightmares these stories give birth to are just as horrible. the sick but relieved feeling in your stomach used to make you feel immense guilt and pity for the unfortunate souls in his stories, but who can blame you for feeling relief that at least it isn’t you?

“do my stories terrify you that much? perhaps i should give you something to truly fear...”

— his interest in you quickly becomes worrisome to the other harbingers. although he’d never neglect his duties as a harbinger to toy with a simple human, he’s grown awfully addicted to that look in your eyes. that look of waning defiance and willpower, the way you’ll yelp and whine when he grabs your arm just a tad too rough to prime the skin for yet another puncture from his syringe. it’s amazing really — how you’ve yet to grown accustomed to what happens once he summons you to his lab. the human mind is truly a remarkably insolent thing, versatile and adaptive in some instances, and yet terrified of that which they know is coming. your limbs are littered with bandages and gauze — though, not nearly as much as he’d like, given the constant lamentations and chastising from other members. even that dreadful scaramouche seems to prefer you intact; though, that could easily be because he prefers to hurt you himself.

really, it’s profoundly amazing the way they’d prefer to keep you intact as if you are fine porcelain. truly, where is the fun in that? would it not be far more interesting to see how far they could push you? how much you’ll endure until you break?

“now now, pet, sit still and i’ll consider being gentler this session.” he scolds, strapping your unwilling arms to the examination table. the cold metal sends a sharp jolt down your spine, but dottore pays your discomfort no attention. “even you can do something so simple, i’m sure.”

you should be used to his condescending manner of addressing you, but his annoyance still sends a pang of sadness down your stomach. your disappointment does not escape the doctor, of course. beneath him, you’re no harder to read than a children’s book.

utterly pathetic.

but... he is curious how a sudden change in leniency will affect your behavior and conduct. perhaps you’ll be easier to deal with, easier to experiment on, if you’re more willing to please him. there is only so much abuse the human body can take, after all.

perhaps there is still use for you.

capitano // the captain — reverent, aware, honest, strict art by @doughblaster (twt).

— capitano's build is far too imposing and his personality far too dire to bring you comfort in any meaningful way, so you don’t often seek him out. naturally, he comes to you. it was terrifying at first, seeing him walk up to you as if you’d done something wrong. you were prepared to be hurt, truthfully. against your better judgement, you had trembled when he came to a stop in front of you and said nothing, his presence alone enough to warrant a stand still and salute — if you were one of his men. how do you greet someone of such menacing stature?

...it surprised you when he took this conundrum into account and eventually taught you the proper way to greet him. rather than faulting you for your initial response or worse — hurting you — he firmly believes that those he commands have potential to grow. capitano isn’t cruel... unless you fail to follow his orders. he expects to teach you the ‘proper’ way (his way) of something exactly once, and every time thereafter you must follow it to the letter. it’s ultimately in your best interest; you’ve seen what he does to men he has to speak to twice.

“you’d do well to remember this tenet: there will be no second chances.”

— though he does not speak unless necessary, you quickly learn that capitano is preferential toward those who wish to better themselves. perhaps that’s why the only harbinger capitano doesn’t mind sharing you with is tartaglia. though he knows hell itself will fold into itself if he lets the young harbinger know this, capitano views childe as worthy of caring for their shared darling. from a captain’s standpoint, childe is the ideal solider. eager to fight, yet also eager to learn, to better himself. capitano knows that in childe’s company, you’ll know better than to step out of line. he is aware of childe’s soft spot for you, but you aren’t afforded the smallest of rest even in the presence of the only harbinger who treats you ‘fairly’. capitano is well aware that childe will do anything to impress him, so he has the young harbinger keep an eye on you when he cannot. if you step out of line, capitano will be the first to know and he will dole out proper punishment. it’s in yours and childe’s best interests to listen to him at all costs, lest you want a dislocated arm or broken leg.

— a weak darling who is weak of mind and body doesn’t interest capitano in the slightest... so he shapes you into that which he wants you to become. much to your gratitude, he expends a great deal of effort in strengthening your body and mind, traits you’ll need in order to survive your subjugators — and yet, traits you know will never stand a chance against their delusions.

his constant demands quickly become tiresome, but they’re well-within your capabilities. sooner than later, you’ll find yourself sitting in on strategy debriefings and military training, watching with a keen eye as his men practice various form of combat. although you don’t possess a delusion and have no desire to (you’ve seen fatui soldiers bend and break under the immense power of a delusion — the chances of your own survival are slim to none), you’re grateful for the opportunity to learn how to defend yourself, even if it’s fruitless against the harbingers. there’s comfort to be had in strength and mental prowess. you almost wonder: is this his way of comforting you?

— above all, capitano expects absolute obedience. and, contrary to what you may think, you are the only subordinate who he affords any sort of special treatment for simply following his orders. though he refuses to show such favoritism in the presence of his men, he rewards adequately you should you be on good behavior. often, you’ll arrive to your room to find a plain dark blue box neatly wrapped in a satin bow; its simple presentation alone is a tell-tale sign of who the gift hails from. the gifts themselves are nothing special — certainly nothing that would draw attention from his men or the other harbingers. consistent good behavior is to be rewarded even more so than simple bouts of good behavior; so, it doesn’t take long for the gifts to increase in value. that is, more freedoms. you’ll be afforded more alone time, for instance, such as a rare opportunity to roam the gardens or to visit the library without a personal guard as your shadow. even with these freedoms, you’re certain someone’s always watching, but at least you have the luxury of being alone to collect your thoughts. these luxuries are cherished, as they’re some of the few moments you don’t feel like a prisoner.

“[name].”

you startle at his sudden presence (he moves like a shadow in spite of that armor) and hurriedly turn your attention to the library entrance. only moments ago, you were comforted by a world so different from yours, and now... now you startle at the sound of your own name.

capitano does not speak unless necessary, and to make him utter even a single word when you should have been more alert to your surroundings is nothing short of disgraceful. how far you’ve come since he’d begun training you... and what do you have to show for it besides the tremble in your hand and the fear on your face?

“my lord!” you nearly bite your tongue with how quickly the words stumbled from it. if only you could kick yourself right then... even that would be favorable to this embarrassing display. “i apologize, i was so engrossed in my readings that i didn’t see you there.” you admit. you’re on your feet in an instant and at his side within seconds, hoping your obedience is enough to satisfy him. and it...seems to. rather, even from the beginning, he didn’t appear furious in the slightest. not even a word of admonishment.

the captain simply turns on his heel, nodding in the direction of the barracks.

“come. sparring is about to begin.”

sandrone // the marionette — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict art by @nisikm (twt).

— sandrone has little care for your wellbeing when you are in her possession...at least at first. she does very much enjoy using you as her plaything, so your welfare was of little concern to her at first. but, considering her lackluster interest in near all things living (puppets and machinery are far more entertaining, you see), it never fails to surprise her how fond she is of keeping you around simply for her own amusement. you entertain her in ways her puppets simply cannot. nothing about you is perfect, not in the way that her creations are — the bandages and bruises inflicted by a select few harbingers only serves to create a sickly and beaten appearance to your otherwise decent physique and mentality. still...you’re terribly fun to tease and manipulate. she’d forgotten how fun it is to taunt something that can respond.

“machines don’t tremble and cry like you. how strong might you be if i turned you into a puppet? ... what a waste.”

— countless machines watch you like a hawk as soon as you enter their field of view. the feeling of eyes on your skin is constant, a blatant reminder that despite how ‘nice’ sandrone treats you, your presence in her life is nothing more than a pretty nuisance without free will or thought, one that must be watched at all times to prevent mistakes that might incite her anger.

it is widely known amongst sandrone’s men that her patience with living creatures is thin and her cruelty rivals even colombina. though, unlike the damselette, she doesn’t handle boredom well. whenever she forces you into her presence, you fear she may grow bored and leave you within an inch of your life. your reactions to her eccentric tastes and personality can only entertain her for so long, and if not for the other harbingers’ intense obsession with you being alive, she certainly would make haste in adding you to her collection. though, there’s a certain pleasure to be had in watching her machines interact with a living specimen. sandrone doesn’t keep her subjects human for long, much less cognizant enough to hold conversation or coherent trains of thought; so, examining how her machines react to a living thing they aren’t meant to kill could produce valuable results. they’ve never seen anything living and breathing besides their master, who never brings anything living and breathing into her sanctuary. clearly you’re special, and the gears in their hearts wonder, how?

“does he terrify you, puppet? how misguided... humans are the real monsters. has your time in this palace not taught you as much?”

— sandrone possesses the shortest temper of the ensemble, a trait that in part stems from her perfectionism. although she elicits great pleasure in seeing you cower in the presence of her creations, she intends to make you accustomed to their presence in due time. time itself does not quell fear such as this, so you’ll always wince when she calls you into her workshop, scared of what she may do to you behind locked doors. your reaction doesn’t please her in the slightest considering dottore seems to do far worse to you, but she cares not for the meaning behind your reactions — only that they entertain her. play this to your advantage, as angering her may lead to insignificant parts of your body turned into metal and gears against your will. surely you won’t miss a finger or three, right?

“well...what will it be, puppet?" sandrone peers into your eyes, and finds desperation there. “you know i don’t like to be kept waiting.” her grip on your chin tightens like a noose. her fingers are curled inward, nail tips pressing into the soft beds of your cheeks. the crescent indents threaten to spill blood. you’re can’t tell if the smell of iron is coming from you or her machines. would it matter either way?

gently grasping one of your trembling hands, she brings it up to her face to examine it. “pierro wouldn’t be pleased if i replaced any significant limbs, so.... perhaps a a joint?” she turns your hand over, examining it like she would a gear or wire. “or would you prefer the entire finger?” she offers thoughtfully, already drawing up plans for a special prosthetic in your honor.

you shake your head frantically, eyes wide with tears which glisten like the sun. her gaze lingers on it for a second too long, before she turns her attention back to the shattered gear on the floors. her gaze is wistful, lamenting the loss of such precious resources. though... if it weren’t for your help, she wouldn’t have met her quota last week. a broken gear or frayed wire is nothing to cry over, and your contribution to her work is more than enough to compensate for the broken goods.

sandrone sighs and lets go of you. you crumple onto the floor instantly, but she simply walks back to her work desk.

“i’ll make an exception, for now.”

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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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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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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........."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere sandrone x reader #yandere sandrone

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scaramoucheart · 2 years

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pairing: yandere! sandrone × gn! darling

content warnings: uhh obsessive behavior, mentions of mental abuse, side character death and unhealthy relationships. this was written before her release so she might be ooc.

sandrone loves you

or so she tells you.

how could she not? you're anything but not lovable, with your cute face and adorable manners that make sandrone's heart squeeze weirdly and her breath stitch. so it's only natural for sandrone to express her love, her endless admiration for her one and only, no?

but you doubt that she's ever understood or felt what love is. it's more likely that she's treating you like one of her marionettes, tossing you around how she pleases and playing with your fragile life. like a little parasite, she deicided to cling to you and suck the life out of you. her presence is wearying even when she always acts so elegant and carefree, always keeping you on toes and never allowing you to relax.

you never know what exactly expect from sandrone and you've learnt it the hard way. the truth is that you've seen her temper, her rage and terrifying tantrums caused mostly because of you. you're dancing endless waltz on the broken pieces of glass, your heart and life and you're not allowed to stop, not now, not ever.

she's so attentive now, participating in mindless chit chats with you and feeding you her favourite desserts despite your words about disliking anything sweet (but it's not like she's ever listened to you). in the next second someting causes her distress, always followed by blood and your tears.

it's not her fault! she would tell this to your shivering figure. you're trying really hard not to look at the poor subordinate of hers, who's lying on the ground with red adorning his lifeless figure. she just didn't like the way he looked at you for way too long! it's his own fault for being unattentive and trying to take away what belongs to sandrone.

you, her perfect masterpiece and the most beautiful marionette out of her collection.

maybe if she's being generous, he will later become her marionette, her mindless doll who will strictly follow all her rules, especially the ones that have someting to do with you. this is a declaration of her love to you. personalized romantic love letters. she eases your life, and unburdens you with bothersome weaklings that don't deserve your affection. you should only look at her, your lady and master and be grateful for life that you've been gifted with.

so be a good lover and make sure to express your gratitude, yeah?

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aluraveil · 2 years

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The Puppet