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A Midnight Winter's Grace

After months of letting it collect dust I finally made the final tweaks and got to posting this!

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Frigid, numbing, and haughty, Snezhnaya’s usual gusts of icy snow fell swiftly and with purpose; A picture-perfect reflection of the land’s fearsome Archon and her rule. As her faithful Marionette, this brought a smile to Sandrone’s lips. She allowed the lids of her eyes to flutter shut for a moment as she sipped a hot drink to combat the rooms' harsh cold nipping at her fingertips. Nothing she was anything close to unused to, naturally, but it wasn't something she had grown terribly fond of tolerating for too long either way.

The woman was currently observing the outdoors from a large window in the library. Although normally at this time of day she would like to be near her creations, as it so happened today, the shipment of needed parts in which she had been expecting was unfortunately to run late due to the storm. She had scoffed upon hearing the news, finding it ridiculous that something like a mere blizzard was enough to delay something of such importance- She figured she might even have to have a word with whoever decided such a thing; This was Schneznaya, some snow was far from some obstacle the locals were unfamiliar with.

And so to her dismay, Sandrone had settled on spending her day in the library. She would never let an opportunity for some research to go to waste; It wasn’t often where she had some extra, albeit unplanned and firstly unwanted, time on her hands, after all. There was a multitude of books she had been meaning to get her glove-clad hands on recently, and she was going to find them today whether the universe had other plans or not. The woman wasn’t about to let any more unexpected hindrances get in her way tonight.

Or, so she had thought.

After finishing her drink, she had begun her search for the particular books in which she planned to read, only to find the last one on the list was nowhere in the library to be found. This brought a scowl to her face; It would have been a considerable shock to any passerby, as the Marionette normally wore such a demure expression. She huffed, and her fists balled so tightly her knuckles began to resemble the color of the falling snow outside.

Plans ruined once again by something out of her control, Sandrone simply wouldn’t have it. After a bit of searching, she found the record of the recent library visitors that also listed which books they had recently checked out, if any, and by whom. Her eyes scanned the paper, eagerly, ready and preparing to track down whoever necessary- And just like that, Aha! There it was.

“Of course. How fitting of him to spoil my night in such a way.”

The guilty culprit was none other than the Harbinger’s own Doctor. The Marionette smirked to herself in turn; She’d have little trouble finding him. The very notion made her chuckle,, as that was much more than most ordinary people could say.

Besides being naturally quite tricky and elusive in nature, he also had all those clones of his scattered all over Teyvat, which made finding him all the more a demanding task for anyone of average status. But, lucky for her, that wasn’t the case. Being a fellow one of the 11 had its certain perks, so simply finding another member’s precise whereabouts was anything but a chore to her. Her confidence even escalated so high, that she highly doubted she would somehow run into the incorrect segment either, even with the events of Rosalyne’s funeral having been considered. For anybody with an intellect of a level comparable to herself, the possibility of it happening was still rather low.

Now she collected her thoughts, and ordered the Automaton beside her carry the books that had been acquired thus far to her private chamber. At last, the Marionette exited the library in search of the infamous 2nd Harbinger.

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And so, Sandrone spent her afternoon wandering the twisting and turning hallways, and all the different rooms of the Fatui’s headquarters, chuckling to herself all the while. Perhaps he was in the lounge, the dining hall, or maybe even her very own workshop? She continued on, only occasionally stopping to peer through a frosty window, in the She considered checking the laboratory, but she figured that would be far too obvious of a hiding spot; Anybody with half a brain knew the Doctor was far too sharp to even consider holding refuge in there after what he’d done- she’d find him instantaneously, and that would be that. Besides, who knew what kind of mess he had left in there; Truthfully, she didn’t really care to find out at the present moment. It wasn’t due to any sort of uncomfort or unfamiliarity with any type of open wounds or mutilation, far from it. She could hardly care less about such things, but who knew what other sort of activities he had going on in there, anyways. Sandrone didn’t quite feel like walking in and immediately being begged to let somebody free of their constraints or to just be killed as to end their misery caused by the man.

So, she avoided that room like a plague, along with any others she deemed would be a waste of precious and fleeting time to search through.

Eventually, this landed her in the grand hall, a space which was often used as a ballroom to host exquisite parties, sometimes even held by the very Tsaritsa herself- always, they were filled to the very brim with maidens in flowing dresses, exchanging gossip from around the nations whilst sipping colorful drinks, and gentlemen nodding to one another while making idle conversation. The Harbingers themselves were of course the most memorable part of any gathering held there, that was when any did attend. As busy as their schedules were however, disregarding a request from the Tsaritsa was absolutely unheard of, and so they would always clear their schedule for that day and grace the room with their illustrious presence whenever asked.

Without any celebration of sorts going on though, the room was undecorated and bare. Though not completely of course; But at the very least, currently, it was much more of a plain sight than it could have been. Not to say it was ordinary on its own, quite the opposite. The chandeliers sparkled in both daylight and evening time, the walls were adorned with paintings from the most skilled artists across all of Teyvat, vases from the best potters, beautifully carved figures from the utmost talented sculptors- many of them featuring the very Cryo Archon as their theme and point of inspiration. Sandrone’s gaze softened as she drank in the familiar view, breathing in a relieved sigh, before she finally spoke:

“I know you’ve been following me, Doctor.”

She whipped around at once, smile never fading as she seemed to catch him by surprise- A rare thing not many could say they’ve done. Unfortunately, the better half of his face was still covered by his mask, so she wasn’t able to enjoy the shock in his eyes or the concern in his brow- But no matter, she finally had him where she wanted.

Dottore composed himself immediately upon realizing the Marionette was staring, not quite feeling up to giving her the satisfaction of knowing she had won this little game of his. How long had she known he was on her heels? Had she just not said anything until now? Surely she was going to call him out on it sooner, right..?

He scowled to himself, there was nothing he despised quite so much as being beaten as his own competition- if one could call it that. Most would see this as just plain stalking, which was something he usually quite excelled at.

But alas, no matter what one chose to call this odd little charade, what angle in which it was viewed, or whatever prescription of rose-tinted glasses one looked through, he would always be in the losing position.

He grumbled a bit before looking at the woman before him again, waiting for her to speak once more.

The aforementioned lady held out a gloved hand, face remaining in the same satisfied expression as it had been the entirety of their interaction. He could tell she was mocking him, that she had every idea of what she was doing to him and his ego, which naturally angered him even more. It was embarrassing enough he was caught in the act, but she was just spilling salt into the already skin-deep wound- and he could tell she was quite proud of it, too.

Then at last, her voice again echoed in the corridor:

“The book please, dear Doctor.”

He blinked, both out of surprise from hearing the nickname and for her simple request. Not that he hadn’t taken the book on purpose, that was the entire scheme of the day- but for a moment, only a moment, he had somehow managed to have forgotten about it.

In that one moment, she took advantage and made her move.

She kept a small dagger in a pocket inside of her large jacket, and she swiftly took hold of its handle and aimed it at his left side. She managed to cut through his own coat and nick the sleeve of his shirt, even making it far enough to lightly graze his bare shoulder underneath. Lucky for him, Dottore’s own combat skills allowed him to manage dodging the better half of the blow, making a small jump as he twisted his body halfway across the corridor away from her.

“Agile as ever, I see your reflexes seem to remain competent no matter the segment.”

His eye twitched underneath his mask; No, no, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction, she wanted a reaction- like a young child teasing their crush to get their attention.

Sandrone giggled, waltzing over swiftly, blade still in her grasp.

"Now, now, was that truly necessary, Number 7?"

The woman smirked, unresponsive at first- but just momentarily.

"I'd figure you of all people would understand- you too stop at nothing when it comes to obtaining something you want, isn’t that right?"

Dottore couldn't argue- she wasn't incorrect, after all. But surely wasn't she being a little petty? It was simply a book, one she could read after he was done. Unless, of course, he decided to keep it; Checking it out again, and again, and again…

Now it was his turn to smile. Yes, what a fun game of cat and mouse it could be. But, sadly, now that he had been caught, any possibility of such a game had been razed before his very eyes. No matter, of course; He'd initiate something another time.

But most definitely not today- it seemed the Marionette had other plans, as she had quickly grabbed Dottore's wrist and used more strength than he realized she had, leaping off of the platform with him in tow, flipping them both over onto the floor below.

“Surprised, Doctor? Now, now, you mustn't underestimate a lady like that, tsk, tsk~”

Her gaze was derisive, teasing. Naturally, only a fellow member of the 11 would ever dare to ridicule him: She knew how to test him, and push his most hypersensitive buttons, truly, she did; And how he hated her for it. No one should know how to challenge him in such a manner, why in Teyvat did he let her in? Zandik was not typically a vulnerable man in the slightest, and never once in his life had he been- except perhaps in his youth, but such a time had long since passed, had been fleeting in the first place, and he had been sure to leave no trace of his younger days behind (save for perhaps a segment or two). But, even so, it just seemed Sandrone knew exactly what needed to be done to make him go absolutely mad- For underneath everything, somehow, he was still human, after all. That was what made him despise her so: The 7th always reminded him of his humanity.

He couldn’t stand it- and yet, he could never find himself trying to completely try and circumvent from her presence, either.

Archons, how he abhorred the Marionette.

But oh, how she adored the effect she had on the man. Only she could make him shudder beneath her gaze; Only she could make his face twitch with such irritation that only she could make him feel. Only she was able to startle him in the middle of his experimentation- Only she could sneak up on him like this, using the dagger to reclaim her lost-

Damnit.

Just like that, he had snatched the book right from her gloved fingertips as she had finally managed to touch it. Just like that! She had let her guard down for one second- and he had taken it once more from her grasp. The sheer audacity of the man!

So, she did the next thing she felt necessary- she aimed her dagger to his chest. But, with his free hand, he had taken a hold of her wrist, too.

“Well, well, who has the upper hand now, Miss Marionette~?”

He sneered down at her, quite liking his heightened leverage in the situation. She was back below him, right where she was meant to be all along.

It was symbolic, but also literal; He was above her in ranking, but also here and now in the game he had started- just as it should be.

"You bastardly man. You're not going to win; Surely a profound genius such as yourself can figure that out, right?"

Sandrone grinned up towards him, but he watched as her left eye twitched with malice. Ah, how wrong she was this time around.

The 2nd could only snicker, finding great humor in how the tables had turned upon the poor Marionette.

"Tch.. what a pain you can be. Very well, have it your way."

She sighed, and gave up on resisting for the moment, curious as to what he had planned for his next move. Her wrist went limp in his grip, but she kept a hold of her dagger- that was until he dropped the book, and took hold of it with his free hand, that is. He looked at it for a moment, before carelessly tossing it somewhere behind him.

Sandrone launched herself towards it in a weak attempt to catch it, but ultimately failed; She clawed at the air, and only ended up gripping the man's coat. He smiled, and ultimately decided this was a wondrous opportunity to tease her.

"Aww, it seems the young lady wishes to dance. Shall we, my dear?"

She scoffed. The very suggestion! But, she thought, perhaps, if she indulged him for a small while, she'd be able to leave with the book she so diligently sought out for, and begrudgingly decided to go along with his ridiculous idea.

"If that's what you desire, so be it."

The two wasted no time in taking position, both being trained in the basic art of the waltz. Mostly in the case of it being necessary for any work-related balls, and from a bit of previous teaching in childhood. Sandrone put her free hand properly on his shoulder, while Dottore placed his upon the small of her back- a bit lower than the woman would have preferred albeit, but she had worse to complain about, and decided to bite back any comment she considered making. He momentarily released her wrist, before taking her small, almost doll-like, hand, in his own.

And thus, the dance had begun.

Fueled by pure, unadulterated rage and passion, the pair slowly twirled their way around the dance floor. One, two, three. One, two, three.

один, два, три.

One, two, three.

Dottore lifted his arm, and spun her around.

Sandrone rolled her eyes, but indulged him anyway, turning upon her heel quite dramatically. The man smiled at this, which was returned by a glare from the young woman.

And so, the two went on. After a small while, Sandrone noticed the glint of a blade behind her most detested companion. Ah, her dagger!

She feigned ignorance of its placement, keeping her unassuming, yet quite bothered expression stretched upon her face as they slowly danced towards it.

"Hmm.. "

She'd have to think quickly- how could she grab it? Quite obviously she'd be unable to do so without alerting the attention of the man in front of her, but perhaps there was a way she could do it swiftly and catch him off-guard. The woman giggled to herself, it was almost alike to planning an attempt on assassination. Something she wasn't as familiar with compared to other acts, but considering her and her comrades line of work.. she knew enough to be able to joke about such a thing.

"What's so funny?"

"Ah, nothing just yet."

So then, "nothing" happened.

With haste in her step, she stretched her leg towards the blade, and kicked it upwards and into her hand. Turning his gaze sideways towards the sudden commotion, Dottore feigned disappointment.

"Oh, how your betrayal wounds me~"

"Please. Like you really thought I was going to give up just like that."

He shrugged, a knowing grin tugging at the corners of his lip. His mocking expression stayed as such, too, even as Sandrone continued her attempt to gore him as she had earlier: She'd aim the blade, and he'd swerve in the opposite direction as they continued following their previous path around the dance floor, as he still had hold of her other wrist.

One, two, jab.

One, two…

And so on.

He had to admit, she was quite good, especially considering her size.

Determined, at the very least.

But.

Not determined enough.

The Doctor let the Marionette play just a smidge more, before he stopped her mid-spike once again, and twirled her back into their previous position; Although naturally, not before taking the dagger for himself once more. He then pointed it towards the very center of her throat, and dipping her towards the pristine tile floor below.

Oh, but how sad it would be to dirty it with the blood of such a pretty little doll…

She rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn't anything close to a threat at the moment. If he wanted her dead, he would have gotten the deed done quite some time ago.

"Have I ever mentioned before how much I cannot stand you at the best of times, Doctor?"

The man sighed quite dramatically at her response, though his playful smile remained.

“Ah, what a shame. I really had come to like you, dearest Marionette.

She raised a brow, and it was her turn to smirk.

“And who has told you I don’t feel quite a similar affection, hm?”

Momentarily, and only so, time appeared to come to a stop between the two Harbingers. Their pride seemed to break apart around them, too; Like an expensive vase getting knocked off a table and shattering across the floor. The 2nd removed the dagger from Sandrone's throat, discarding it for the final time now, and instead cupping her face in his gloved palm.

“So the 7th is capable of feeling something other than rage towards me? My, my, what a lucky doctor I am~”

Sandrone rolled her eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, if your ego gets any bigger it might just pop a blood vessel.”

He laughed at this.

“Well, how convenient I know how to treat such a thing. I hope you weren’t counting on getting rid of me so soon because of such a small injury~”

“Aww, looks like I’ll have to cancel my lunch date with your clone, then.. ”

He made a show of acting hurt from her statement, pouting dramatically. She gave a small smile, yanking him down by the arm to give a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear:

“Foolish man, do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into? You’re stuck with me until the end of time now, you know? You’re mine now, Doctor. Your little confession.. It was as if you made a contract signing yourself away to me.”

He shuddered at the almost threatening utterance, his thin lips curling into a devilish grin. It was odd for him to feel so vulnerable with anybody, even himself- but perhaps, for her, he could get used to it; He had a feeling he didn’t have much of a choice either way.

A finger below stroking his chin brought him back from above the clouds, and confirmed his theory: She was absolutely smitten. Or, maybe, he was just telling himself that to pretend it wasn’t the other way around…

“Did you hear me?”

Dottore truly snapped out of it then, looking down back at the 7th with a

“Yes, of course I did, darling.”

Oh, he was always such a damned tease. But, it was too late to back out now.. She herself said he was stuck with her from this day onward, and she was not one to go back on her word without proper reason.

“Eugh.”

She rolled her eyes, before adjusting her posture and then his own, and assumed their previous stance. When the Doctor seemed confused, Sandrone laughed.

“What, you thought our dance was finished? How witless. We are concluded when I say we are- round 2 begins now.”

With a small kick, he was forced out of his stupor and once again began to move across the floor with equal grace as before.

Yes, what had he gotten himself into, indeed?

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tinyteaberry · 1 year

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Yandere! Genshin headcanons

Just for some of my favorites, I'm a little excited to post so this is to keep me sane until I'm finished with bigger pieces.

Hope u enjoy, and feel free to request any specific character for next time as well! <3

characters: Al-Haitham, Kamisato Ayato, Raiden Ei, Ganyu

conent/warnings: Yandere, possesive characters, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative behavior

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Al-Haitham

-He pretends that he doesn’t know that the way he feels so strongly for you is wrong.

-He almost gaslights himself into believing it's true, too, he’s just so nonchalant about it, it just feels right to trust his own judgment.

-It’s normal for boyfriends to be protective, right?

-So, it’s okay for him to want to harm anybody who so much as looks your way, or bumps into you, or speaks to you, or sits next to you, or-

-Yep! He doesn’t like it when you disagree with him.

-After all, it would be foolish to challenge such a high intellect as his. Obviously he knows what he’s talking about, clearly he’s right, so don’t bother trying to argue and admit he’s right.. He isn’t too keen on letting go of his pride, even when it comes to matters with his darling.

“What? They were practically undressing you with their eyes, so naturally I had to tell them to back off. Really, you can be so dramatic sometimes. I didn’t say anything out of line. Come on, you know it’s best to just avoid other men, anyways.”

Kamisato Ayato

-He knows that what he’s doing and feeling isn’t right or normal. But, he’s head of the Kamisato Clan, who would dare speak up to tell him otherwise?

-Not that he’d value anybody else’s opinion, anyways.

-Although you did- for some reason, it seems as soon as you entered your relationship with Ayato, people began to act very different towards you.

-Even Thoma, usually so friendly, became anxious in your presence.

-Little did you know, Kamisato Ayato deemed having a little word about how they behaved around you necessary.

-Of course, you were to remain none the wiser of this. So from your perspective, it just seems things change when you become a part of the Kamisato family.

-But if there's one thing in your new life that will remain the same, it’s Ayato himself.

-He weaves sweet words and promises into his threats to you, so that you have no choice but to obey him, and you’d feel bad for ever doubting him. -After all, if you didn’t, he’d feel oh-so betrayed and disappointed in you, dear.

“Oh love, you have no reason to speak with him again. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about such matters, alright? Or I might not let you into the city again. I just adore you so much, I can’t stand to see you wasting your time on such petty things. So just stay beside me at all times, okay?”

Raiden Ei

-Oh, yes, the shut-in God of Electro herself.

-Since she spends so much time away from people even nowadays, she just doesn’t see the problem with you doing the same.

-She survived without interaction from the outside world for so many years, and besides, for you it would be different.

-You had her to be with! So where was the issue?

-If she was fine on her own for so long, then you could spend eternity with her, and that was that.

-She would take the utmost care to make sure you were comfortable in your new, permanent, home.

-All your favorite flora and fauna in a dedicated garden she made just for you, all of the foods you enjoy stocked up, everything decorated in your favorite colors and patterns…

-It was paradise, truly. All for you. Don’t you love it? Of course you do.

“Nonsense. You don’t need to go out there anymore! We have everything you could ever need right here, so you won’t ever have to leave me. And anyways, I could always have someone from the Tenryou commission deliver anything if necessary. We can remain together now for all of eternity, now! Oh, I’m just so happy. Aren’t you excited for our new life together?”

Ganyu

-I feel she’s the manipulate type, but without realizing it

-She just wants to make sure you’re safe, is that really such a bad thing?

-You’re the only one who she can truly be herself with, and wants to repay you for everything you’ve done for her in any way she can (That being chasing away anyone else you interact with, that is)

-She just adores you ever so much, she has no choice but to take you away to be kept all to herself! It’s for the best.

-She’ll take the best care of you! She helps you pick out your outfits, she’ll bathe with you, cook for you!

-Whether or not you appreciate her affections is up to you, but it’s recommended to at least pretend to enjoy them.

-Otherwise you’ll hurt her feelings, and who would want to upset sweet Ganyu?

“O-oh! Um, I didn’t realize you wouldn’t.. I-I thought you might appreciate it, but it appears I, ah, miscalculated. Hm? Oh, you did enjoy the sweets I baked you? G-good! No, I didn’t put anything different in them, what do you mean they taste a bit strange?”

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