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[shuuborin]

Homelander-soulmate angst coming your way! There is nothing better than when a villainous character gets a taste of regret, remorse, and sadness.

I can imagine Homelander going a bit too far one day to keep his soulmate in line one day after a misunderstanding makes it look like they were trying to run. He responds by pushing them back- which has the reader flying across the room. The breath is knocked out of them and they’re unconscious. HL panics as he realizes just how much he loves them (re: relies on them) and doesn’t want them to die. He also is regretful because the reader wasn’t trying to run at all.

They wake up in a hospital bed, and HL is all teary eyed and remorseful - trying to get the reader to forgive him so that they can “move past this.” He goes from not caring what they want or think, to being overly doting. He gets stressed out when he sees the reader doing things for themselves, and insists they should be recovering.

He is also experiencing his own angst at having his soulmate flinch every time he reaches for them. And he’s not sure whether he wants to make them a supe or just take them away from society, in a secret house somewhere.

Reader isn’t sure how long it’s going to last and can’t escape the feeling that there’s something else going on, especially when HL spends a long time talking to their doctor, and Vought scientists.

Bonus points if the reader loses their empathy after the head injury 😈

gripping my hair, this is so &*@^($*(

I was just thinking about what would happen if he accidentally killed his soulmate because let's face it - he hurts you, whether by accident or on purpose. He's unstable, and after Madelyn and Ryan, he just can't help himself. So you know what it's like to have to go to Vought nurses, you know what broken wrists feel like. You know what his burn marks can do, the scarred scorched flesh on your shoulder proves it. 

But I do think if a misunderstanding happened he'd be more irritated than anything. Why didn't you just tell him you were going out to get dinner for him? It’s your fault for acting so suspicious, he was only trying to keep you in line - protect you from the real bad guys out there. He didn’t mean to slam you so hard, you’re just so weak - all it takes is a mild-mannered shove and you’re crashing into the glass table. It’s so forceful and powerful you think your lungs cave in on impact. Flashes of him gripping your throat fade into your bleeding mind, but to be honest you don’t remember much from passing out because of the pain. 

Of course, when you don’t get up there’s a panicky feeling in his throat. He’s looking down at you and his fingers twitch, why aren’t you getting up? You look so soft, crumpled on the shattered glass and with rings of bruise-shape fingertips on your neck, he can hardly hear your pulse and that makes him want to vomit. But it’s so clear to him when the bag of food rests on the counter, his favorite sitting in the small styrofoam container. His lips tug down and he bites his cheek, you’re so sweet to him even when you shouldn’t be. 

He tries to rationalize it in his head after while he sits beside your hospital bed (provided by Vought of course, we can't have the public knowing he battered nearly killed his soulmate). Hands smoothing over his face as he stares at your body, hooked up to wires and IV, he’ll feel that pinch in his chest. I think at that moment he realizes how truly fragile you are. Delicate like a baby bird, brittle bones and paper-thin skin that splits so easily if he applies too much pressure. 

When doctors tell him you might not wake, or that you might be scatter-brained from the head injury - he rages. Tearing apart his apartment and flying out into the city to cause havoc. He burns down the restaurant where you got the food. It’s the first time ever he’s ever felt like he could lose. 

Homelander acts uncanny when you open your eyes for the first time. Kneeling next to your bed and pressing peppered kisses on your face, he’s muttering things like “You’re okay, I’m here.” and “I thought you weren’t gonna come back to me.” While cupping your face and nuzzling his cheeks to yours. It’s not until he feels you trembling and gasping with unrestrained sobs that he realizes how truly fucked he is.

Your heart is pounding, pulse racing so widely he’s worried you’ll have a heart attack. Not even him shushing you or caressing your face makes it better, in fact you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him. You’re whimpering, “please, please don’t hurt me again.” While salty tears stream down your face, your hands trying to shakily push him back. Homelander usually revels in it, the intoxicating smell of fear. But this time, he’s clenching his jaw at the way you wail and try to climb out of the bed and away from him. He knows exactly what he’s done and it doesn’t feel good this time.

When nurses rush in and gently move him out of the way, he watches as they sedate you. Listening to your pulse slow and your breathing go back to normal. The doctors voice is like static in his head, he doesn’t pay attention to anything she says.

He just hopes you can “move past it” at some point. And if not, that’s alright - he’ll be there for you regardless.

#this is fine af #loving it #homelander kinda needs a reality check sometimes lmao #the boys #homelander #yandere the boys #yandere homelander #the boys x reader #yandere the boys x reader #homelander x reader #yandere homelander x reader

[shuuborin]

Time to execute this.

Suddenly I'm craving for some Indomie with a sunny side up and some fried corned beef...

#midnight cravings

[shuuborin]

Suddenly I'm craving for some Indomie with a sunny side up and some fried corned beef...

#midnight cravings

[shuuborin]

›   shared darling au, in which darling is shared between the harbingers.

darling says: why do you hide your face, capitano?

♡  — yandere! il capitano

securing any sort of verbal answer from the general is near impossible, and you’ve oft wondered why that is. the few times you’ve heard him speak are limited to meetings (which you have no choice but to sit through at the behest of pierro) and to training sessions for the underlings. a skilled military general, he commands submission from his presence alone.

still… you can’t help your curiosity. 

(but didn’t you know? curiosity killed the cat.)

capitano, who towers over you at an imposing 2.15 meters, closes the distance between you and him in defeaning silence, and leans down to your height; and, even then, he is still taller, stronger, more frightening than you expect. like a monster contemplating your death. a shiver rolls down your spine like a current; your heart has all but stopped, and your skin has gathered goosebumps so discomforting you fear they’ll never leave.

because he’s never been this close. so close you swear his breath should brush against your face. and yet, to your horror, the vantablack of his mask does not give way to any light, any sound, any movement. it is as if a black hole has made its nest there, devouring anything foolish enough that dares to get close. like you.

a mouth opens. 

his mask seems to impossibly contort in opposing directions, opening, widening. a row of sharp teeth greet you, impossibly white against the black innards of his ‘mask’. you don’t fully process the black tongue that slithers from its darkness, coiling innocuously against the insides of his teeth. like a coiled viper waiting for an opportunity to strike.

he bites down on nothing. jaws snap together tightly, and before your eyes, the snarling mouth that threatened to reduce you to nothingness is now a mask. this capitano, before you, is far less frightening than what you’ve just witnessed. and yet, you can’t stop trembling like a rabbit. the silence that permeates the space between you and him — and how little of that space there is, you’re now terribly aware — is palpable. not even the air moves, for you’ve forgotten to breathe. you’re scared of him, petrified, like prey who’s seen its life flash before its eyes.

good, for it means you’ll remember this well.

do not ask him this again, for even curiosity cannot escape death.

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

#THIS GIVES OFF SMEXY ALIEN VIBES #imagining venom morphing and working with capitano now #genshin impact #capitano #fatui harbingers #yandere genshin impact #yandere capitano #genshin impact x reader #capitano x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere capitano x reader

[shuuborin]

›   shared darling au, in which darling is shared between the harbingers.  

darling says: lady arclecchino… why am I trapped here? why can’t i go home — why me?

♡  — yandere! arlecchino

“my grace…” she begins, but no excuse comes to her.

how she detests this.

because you’re crying and she knows that no litany of sweetened words or promises can quell the truth. you’re right to shed tears over this accursed situation, because you haven’t the slightest authority over your body or freedoms. you’ve a circumstance worse than a concubine, and all she should realistically feel is pity. yet, still…she can’t stand the sight of your body withered in on itself, shaking with the realization that you truly have no way out.

“my apologies, i… cannot answer that.” she finally says, coolly, but even that is a lie. that’s what hurts the most, she reckons: her cohorts, so content with themselves that they play with the lives of the unfortunate, have made her a liar. because all she can do, all she can say, is protect you, but even she cannot be at your side day in and day out.

“i understand how difficult it is to call a foreign place your home,” she confesses, recalling memories of her own. reaching out, a gentle touch caresses your cheek; tears gather against the leather of her glove, but she makes no fuss of it. “but you must try. for me. it will make the transition easier, i assure you.” her eyes lower with shame and anger, revolted by her lack of power. how she wants nothing more than to steal you away from this palace where the crown they’ve placed on your head is no different from shackles. how you could be hers and columbina’s alone, if she could have her way. 

“but take this to heart: you mustn’t show fear or weakness in front of any one else.” she says, straightening your blouse and neatening your hair, grateful that no one has seen either of you like this. “if you were to shed tears like this in front of some… they would jump at the chance to break you.” her expression softens. “you are only safe with us.”

‘mm…’ you respond with a whimper and lean further into her touch, because she is your only comfort here. you’ve no home to return to, no family who thinks you alive; all you have is her, for she is true and her motives pure. even you can see that much. ‘i’ll do my best… but you promised you’d get me out of here soon, right?’ you beg. ‘you’re the only one i can count on…’

and who is she to refuse? a prince does not object to the whims of their liege. she would do anything for you; you simply do not know of the lengths she would tread.

“of course, my grace. your wish is my command.”

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

#OWOWOWOWO THIS HAS ME FROTHING AT MY MOUTH #EVERYTHING IS JUST *CHEFS KISS* #genshin impact #arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #arlecchino x reader #fatui harbingers

[shuuborin]

— delilah 

yandere kamisato ayato x f. reader

cw: yandere, mild humiliation, threats of violence + torture

You’d been sent by the Fatui to the Yashiro commission as a spy. Get as close as you can to lord Kamisato, and learn his political secrets. But Ayato knows a thing or two about loyalty, and he’s gotten wise to your game with each passing week. He suspects there to be a traitor among his ranks, and he’s closing in on you.

You wiped the tabletop in silence, the mahogany surface gleamed under the sun, and the curtains swayed in the pleasant afternoon breeze.

It was such a beautiful day, but your smile faded away the moment that ever-familiar laughter filled the air, interrupting your peaceful moment.

It was good while it lasted.

Without even turning to look over your shoulder, you could feel those eyes on you again. The other maids gossiping behind their hands.

You’d grown used to it. One or two of the women you cleaned with leaning over in the ear of the cook, or the gardener. Those prying eyes watching your every move.

The only one who seemed to give you any slack was your employer, the head of the household and his younger sister.

You weren’t anywhere near as incompetent as you had to make yourself out to be, but you had to keep a low profile.

If you stood out too much, too extraordinary- or a complete disaster, you’d draw too far much attention to yourself.

It worked well. The intentional spill here and there, or a forgetful thought when serving meals.

You left the utensils behind on purpose, or brought out the entrée before the appetizer, smiling to yourself when the other staff members groaned again at your lack of awareness.

A spy who reveals themselves would meet certain death- if you weren’t tortured or beaten for information about the organization who’d sent you, first.

You’d been sent on missions all across Teyvat before. You were an informant for the Fatui. Often going undercover to closely observe the political secrets of diplomats.

You’d been on the arm- and sometimes in the beds- of some of the most powerful people in this nation, but they’d never learned your real name. No one knew your true identity.

By some miracle you’d managed to avoid falling under the Yashiro Commissioner’s radar.

Kamisato Ayato was a very perceptive man, you’d heard. Be careful around him.

You hadn’t expected him to even give you a second glance when you’d arrived. You were dressed just as plainly as the other servants. But he’d taken a liking to you rather quickly, as it would seem.

A passing glance here and there had turned into lingering gazes.

He’d begun stopping you at random throughout the day to have a word with you, checking on how your work was progressing.

You nearly jumped out of your skin the first time he’d touched you, placing a hand on the small of your back as you arranged the books in his study.

“I hope your work here has been treating you well.”

His voice was pleasant and polite. He wore a gentle smile that matches the softness of his blue eyes.

“You’re still a guest under my roof, and I want you to be comfortable.”

You gave a forced smile, along with the necessary pleasantries.

It was only once he started asking questions that you began to internally panic. Making up falsehoods for each of his casual questions.

Where you’d grown up. Who you’d served in the past.

You seemed to have an answer for everything, he noted.

A pity he couldn’t catch you in a lie just yet, but he liked your quick thinking.

This was only going to make your little game all the more interesting.

“Forgive me for laughing… it’s just… that’s the worst curtsey I’ve ever seen… ” He admits, stifling his laughter at your obvious embarrassment.

You’d somehow managed to climb the ranks from a commoner, to the hand maiden of his lordship all without ever having learned to bow properly.

“How curious.” He notes, and your breath hitches in your lungs.

You wait for him to ask more questions. Something that you wouldn’t know how to answer correctly- something that would finally blow your cover.

But he doesn’t.

You feel his hand tenderly ruffling in your hair, like you recall Ayaka saying he’d done to her many times.

“It brought a smile to my face. I ought to thank you for that. I’ve been working so late these days. It’s good having you around to brighten up my mood.”

“Well then, excuse me.”

He gives a swift turn on his heels, his coat tails swaying gracefully behind him as he takes his leave, and you’re left reeling with the after thoughts of your interaction.

.

.

.

Outwardly, Ayato hardly seemed to suspect you of any ill intentions in the following weeks.

He seemed quite blissful in your company, even. Sending for you personally to bring him his coat and hold the door for him as you saw him off for his daily commune.

At the days end, you take his coat from his tired shoulders, pour his evening tea, fetch his meals, and draw his bath.

You joked now and then how you felt less like a maid, and almost like you were his wife.

The others didn’t find your comment amusing. They gave you the cold shoulder normally, but they’d decided to give you a piece of their minds while clearing the table.

They followed behind you like a shadow, from the sink, all the way into the day room, where you’d been tasked with dusting the portraits that lined the walls.

You were an outlander first of all. One thing they reminded you of countless times since the day you’d arrived here.

“And aside from being of low-birth, you hardly possess any wife-like qualities,” the third maid quipped in with a condescending glance up and down your figure.

“I doubt you’d be fit to marry the man working the food stall in town- let alone a noble.”

The other maids join in her mocking.

“Especially someone like Lord Kamisato.”

“Whatever are we talking about?”

The servants all stiffen their posture at the sound of their Lord’s voice.

“I do believe I heard my name.” The young lord strolls in, breaking the silence in the room with the way he sipped from his milk tea.

He takes a place against the wall beside you, and you clutch your feather duster to your chest.

How long had he been listening?

“I’d very much like to be informed on the subject of this fascinating conversation you’re all having…”

He takes a watch from his pocket, and purses his lips at the time.

“Though if memory serves, you’d be around… five minutes behind schedule with helping Ayaka dress for her lessons.”

He doesn’t need to say anything more. His smile stays ever present on his face as the maids stammer out an apology, ducking their heads in submission and clearing out without hesitation.

You reluctantly bow your head, unsure if you’re also under fire for your punctuality.  But Ayato stops you with the wave of his hand.

“Ah-ah.. Not you.”

His expression is unchanging, but he narrows his eyes slightly, a playful glint in his blue eyes.

“My, my… My company hasn’t grown dull this quickly, has it?”

He chuckles behind his fist at your wide-eyed reaction.  You don’t join him in the amusement of his own joke. A laugh from a servant at the wrong time would give great offense if you hadn’t already done that.

You bow in apology, keeping your eyes on your shoes, fear swirling in your gut every time you’re singled out from the group by the head of the household.

You fear that this time- this time will be the one where your true identity as a spy will be revealed.

“Close the door behind you, please.”

You shouldn’t be so afraid. Not when he speaks so politely, his hands folded delicately beneath his chin.

But there’s something in the undertones of his voice lately that have been unsettling you.

He folds his legs, relaxing his posture against the back of the chair with a stretch. After placing his half-finished drink aside, he finally speaks up.

“You know.. I had half a thought that every meal you’d brought to my chambers would put me in an early grave.”

“Or…. I’d awaken in the night to find my guards slaughtered and you hovering over me with a weapon in your hand.”

He mimics the gesture with his body, his fists balled as though he’s gripping a knife and plunging it into the throat of his enemy.

He returns to his original position, his chin resting on his hand again and he wears a cunning smirk. Like he knows all the playing cards in your hands in a game of poker.

“Is that how you planned to do it?”

You don’t find any use in lying. You fear it may only worsen your consequences. You swallow thickly, and your voice cracks.

“I wasn’t… sent here to kill you.”

“To kill you, my lord?” He echoes your statement, adding the title you’d forgotten at the end.

“Dropping the formalities so soon, are we?”

His smile finally fades out, and that’s when the chills spread through your body.

“But I suppose we’re past that now, aren’t we.”

He rises to his feet, and you’ve never felt so small. He unsheathes his blade at his side, and you feel your terror level internally rising with each step he takes in your direction.

“What, then?” Any hints of playfully in his voice are now gone. “Is it my little sister’s life you’re after?”

He points his sword at you, holding the blade against the side of your neck. One swing would send your head flying from your shoulders. That’s the way the commander of the Yashiro Commission dealt with traitors.

“I’m not an assassin! I was only sent here to spy on you.”

Now the truth was coming out, he notes. They always start talking when the fear of death creeps in.

“By whom?”

“The Fatui.”

You explained everything. How you’d been tasked with listening in on political discussions, copying important documents and even forging his signature on a few papers. You’d been moving the Yashiro Commission’s assets into the right direction for the executives.

Ayato’s face twitches slightly, but he doesn’t do more than laugh.

Somehow this kind of lukewarm reaction unsettles you more than if he’d blown up immediately or called for his guards to apprehend you and throw you in a cell.

“I really underestimated you.” He sighs, brushing his hair back into place.

“I suspected you were up to something but I wanted to believe the possibility that it somehow wasn’t true… because… well.. if I’m being honest… I’d become rather fond of having you work here.”

You hardly found this to be an endearing confession under these circumstances. Not with the way he was still holding his sword at your throat.

“I wonder… would it give them even greater displeasure to know not only how you’ve failed your assignment they’d sent you here to complete- but how I’ve turned you against them.”

“Would you like to work for me?”

He chuckles wholeheartedly at his own statement, and you are left to gape at his ability to find humor in this moment.

“That’s a funny way to word it… you’ve already been working for me, haven’t you? my apologies..”

His hostility has lifted somewhat, but there’s still a danger lurking behind his gaze as he plays with your hair with the end of his blade.

“What I meant to say was… pledging your loyalty to me is only way you will find yourself able to keep this pretty head of yours intact on your shoulders, my dear.”

He tips his head, gauging your reaction.

“Unless you’d rather I strike you down where you stand?”

“I don’t want to die.” You confess helplessly.

“…Is that so?” He whispers, tracing the blade lightly down the column of your throat.

“A shame… your alliance with your previous employers was so fragile you were unwilling to die to protect their secrets. Do they know they have such fragile subordinates among their ranks?”

“Or maybe you’re just a special case.. hmm?” He uses the dull edge of the blade to tip your face upwards.

“You couldn’t hold onto your obligations once you’d had a taste of the finer things in life under my roof. Your loyalty came at the price of a comfortable place to live, fine wages, and my attention. Is that it?”

“No-no.. that’s wrong.” You protest weakly, flinching as the blade begins to cut through the front of your uniform.

Ayato’s amusement is evident on his face as he slices open your top, further and further down the middle until the fabric slips from your shoulders and pools around your waist, leaving your chest exposed to his view.

“You know… Thoma would give his life for me on a whim. All I need is ask. If I gave the command- any one of my men would fall on their sword if I wished for it.”

The cool steel trails down the center of your collarbones, and your body begins to tremble. That only serves to excite him further.

“Ah..” He sighs, and his eyes turn almost adoring for a moment. “That expression you wear.. it’s marvelous…”

He sheaths the blade at last, crouching in front of you to peer at your face.

“But I do fear there’s much to be done with you, my dear.”

He tips your chin upward again, his thumb brushing over the tears running down your cheeks.

“If i give you a chance to prove yourself loyal to me, could you even do it, I wonder?”

You nod furiously. “I’ll do anything. Please, I swear I’ll be more useful to you alive.”

Your begging seems to please him, and his eyes soften. A pleasant smile graces his lips, and he takes your face in both of his hands.

“Thank goodness..” He sighs. “I’m very glad to hear that.”

“I’ve had such high hopes for you since the day you’d come here, you know?”

“I’m so happy you didn’t disappoint me. It would have been such a shame to have to rid myself of your company so soon.”

You blink in confusion. Had he known the whole time? …But how?

He chuckles behind his fist.

“Are you surprised? I have eyes all over, you know? I’ll admit you did have me stumped for a while.

“You played your role so well… you even managed to charm even me, you know? They must have given you quite the extraordinary training..”

You tried to explain that you hadn’t been trying to seduce him with any ulterior motive, that you truly had enjoyed his company. But your words only proved useless now.

“If you really feel that way, I’m going to need a bit more proof.” He challenges you, taking his place in his arm chair again, patting his lap.

You didn’t need a verbal command to understand what he was implying. You made a move to stand up, but he scolds you.

“No, no… not like that… Please remain on your hands and knees.”

He curls his finger in, summoning you to his side like he’s beckoning an animal.

You steel your face, and you’re frozen in disbelief for a moment. Trying to convince yourself that maybe you’d just misheard him. He gives a mocking laugh at your refusal to immediately obey.

“Do you really want another chance? I’m being quite generous here… but I’m starting to believe you’d prefer a more painful method or torture and punishment… How improper…”

His eyes flash with a hint of sadism you hadn’t seen up until now, and you bite your tongue at the humiliation, getting back down on your knees, and crawling forward towards the chair.

He pats his lap again, satisfied with your submission.

“Good girl…now.. come here.”

#I AM WEAK #LICKING NOISES #I LOVE THE FREAKING BUILD UP TOWARDS THE END #ALSO LOVE HOW THE READER KNOWS WHAT TO DO TO MAKE HERSELF LESS NOTICEABLE #EVEN THOUGH IT DIDNT WORK IN THE END AFTER ALL #srsly the end where ayato humiliated reader? delicious #genshin impact #kamisato ayato #yandere genshin impact #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader

[shuuborin]

Capitano darling being his pen pal and poor dear has no idea of his identity

I'm very sorry, I don't know if your requests are open but I can't get enough of Capitano content.

For the Harbingers, I'm open for anything. Also, @bye-bye-sunbird, come and get him! 👀😼

Exchanging letters with your mysteries pen pal became the absolute highlight of your week. You'd pour your heart and tears into the words your hand would oh so excitedly write down, sometimes even actually crying with the sheer excitement of knowing that somewhere out there, there was a person, an actual person, who cared about you. This person cared about you, they liked you, that is why they sent you their first letter to begin with. The letter itself was short, curt and simple but that did not stop you from writing back and hurriedly giving your reply to the mysterious messenger that appeared on your doorstep one fine summer morning.

Hours upon hours would be spent constructing the letters, sometimes you'd say whatever was on your mind while on other occasions you'd stop yourself and fix your choice of words, promptly going for something much more eloquent and refined, a quality that your mysterious partner seemed to exude in spades.

Their handwriting was neat, clean and proper, you imagined they must be singing papers often if they had such pretty handwriting. You would let your curiosity sway you and there were times when you wanted to know what your dear stranger did for a living but they were oddly mysterious about their occupation, which was strange considering just how intimate and open they were about other matters such as what kind of tea they drank in the morning, general preferences and hobbies, silly things like that made you even more curious about your darling stranger. You did manage to get somewhat of an answer out of them one day though, but it was still as vague as it possibly could be.

"I feel bad about hiding things from you, but to put it in the best way I can, I work for the military. That is the best answer I can give to you at the moment."

Ah, so you were talking to a military personnel? How interesting!! Again, curiosity got the better of you and you persisted with your questions, but more careful as you fared you'd offend them. You were under the impression that your dear stranger wanted to say more to you but was holding back for whatever reason.

Months flew by, almost a year, you were done holding back yourself.

It was time for everything to come out into the light, you thought to yourself.

You wanted to meet the person who made you feel so good, you wanted to see them, him, in the flesh.

It wasn't hard to decipher that the sender was a man. The smell of sharp cologne and pine wood still lingered on the letters you kept hidden in the drawer of your desk and the strong choice of words at time were a strong indication that this man was not willing to deal with anyone's nonsense, aside from indulging himself in yours.

Under the moonlight and with a flickering candle right next to you as your only light source, you wrote to him, you wrote to him your longest letter by far. Mistaking your curiosity and infatuation with the beautiful feeling of love you proclaimed your feelings to him and boldly announced that you wished to meet him, to see him for who he was.

"When you see me, I wish for you to kiss me, kiss until I am sick of it."

Never before had he replied back with such downright monstrous speed. He sent you but a piece of paper, with just one sentence on it, blood red ink sticking in your memory as you read it out loud in the comfort of your room.

"You wish is my command."

Overjoyed would be an understatement with how you were feeling at that moment. As you danced around your room while clutching the letter tightly to your chest, you never stopped to consider just how the two of you were going to meet or how he was even going to find you, let alone kiss you breathless. Alas those worries never even crossed your starstruck mind as you eagerly awaited to be swept off your feet by your Prince Charming. Living in a fairytale is charming but it would have done you well to stay intact with the real world too.

Whispers of lingering shadows and Fatui soldiers started to plague your village, several of your neighbors constantly felt the need to remind you to keep vigilant and to lock your doors at night, do not ever trust the Fatui.

Never open the doors for anyone, never.

Looking back on it, you regret spacing out in the middle of their monologues.

The seasons had passed and winter had come, a thick layer of pure white snow decorated the earth below you as the strong wind and harsh snowflakes found their way inside of your home due to the powerful wind that was bellowing all around you. A few snowflakes even managed to lose themselves inside of your clothing and hair but their icy chill was nothing compared to the large, gloved hand that lovingly caressed your chin.

Standing in front of you was a man, a man with whom you had never crossed paths with in your whole entire life. His entire aura, his being was radiating absolute control and calm. The dozen of men behind him kept their distance but it was obvious that they were ready to charge in if need be.

What was a Fatui Harbinger doing at your doorstep?

His face was much closer to your own now and it was Impossible to read him. His entire body language was rigid and firm, it left no spaces for speculations, especially the daunting mask that he wore on his face. Aside from the few strands of ebony black hair on the sides this man revealed nothing about himself to you, cornering you not only in your own house but in your own mind too.

What was he going to do to you?

A sigh escaped him, hot air came out of his mouth as he stepped closer, his feet nearly crossing the threshold of you home.

You didn't even see that you were shaking like a leaf.

"How long do you want us to stand here in the cold, dear?"

He spoke, he said something to you but your brain hardly registered it. But his next words were something you could most definitely not ignore:

"I came here to fulfill my promise to you..."

The lower part of his mask had been removed, his pale lips on full display. They hovered over your own for a few moments.

"Hoe about we finally share that kiss?"

Before you could even think about answering, he pressed his lips on yours, claiming them for himself as he made sure to swallow every single little sound you made.

You always dreamed of living in a fairytale, of finding your own prince. But how could you have forgotten that not all fairy tales have a happily ever after?

#NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I READ IT IT’S JUST SO SO GOOD #THIS WAS REALLY CUTE IN THE BEGINNNING AND THEN AT THE END READER JUST GOT SMACKED WITH THE TRUTH #KINDA WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT #POOR READER #genshin impact #capitano #fatui harbingers #yandere genshin impact #yandere capitano #yandere fatui harbingers #capitano x reader #yandere capitano x reader

[shuuborin]

I just… I just had an image with Capitano and his darling

Just imagine him being sent to a mission to Mondstad or somewhere, and when he is walking trough the fields of grass, he gets to watch a person who was so entranced by the nature around them that they didn’t notice the Harbinger.

The contrast between him and the person were stellar, but when they turn to face him, they didn’t scream nor acted with fear, they saw him as someone new in their life.

“Care for a little chat?” They would say, patting the grass beside them in an invite for him to sit by their side.

The man was confused, but his curiosity got the best of him, and so he went and sat down. At first the person started talking about things that amused them, or pretty sightings they got to see when they travelled the lands. Capitano, even if he wasn’t talking that much, kept his whole attention on his company.

They didn’t seem to be interested in important things like gods or current events, they just seemed to be living a tranquil and quiet life. He noticed that the person was so trusting, and that bothered him a little; if it wasn’t him who they met today and say, they saw a treasure hunter, they would surely be hurt, or worse, dead.

This person was starting to symbolize a flower in his mind. So full of life, of beauty and peace. Someone who belonged in these green lands and in touch with nature.

“Are you leaving soon?” Said the person after some time, clearly noticing how the skies were darkening with all the time they spent together. The man looked at them, and they smiled.

“I have to.” Was all he said before he got up and dusted off his cloak, waiting for them to get up to properly bid farewell. The person kept looking at him, and just when he was about to leave, they said the following:

“I’m grateful for this day, thank you. I hope to see you again soon.” And with that, they bowed a little bit and started walking away, not noticing the stare Capitano was giving them. This person was… strange, to say the least, but that doesn’t mean they were a burden or that they gave him a bad time; to be fair, he enjoyed this time so much that he was sure to visit them again.

And so, this little meet ups started to become more and more frequent, with the person always waiting for them on the field, and with him always coming back. Sometimes he talked a bit about his homeland, careful to not reveal many things about his identity or his work, and the person listened in wonder and awe. Their relationship was slowly but surely growing, just like the flowers and the trees in the field.

But good things always come to an end.

His mission was complete, and when he realized what this meant, he started thinking of ways to tell the person-no, his darling, of his departure. But… did he really had to leave alone?

He started to think about what a life they could have, with him working and with them tending to the flowers of their home… oh how wonderful it would be to come home late and be welcomed by them, to be kissed by them and embraced on their loving arms.

Yes, surely he had to get a prize for his job well done, and what better prize than his beautiful flower? He only hopes that they can handle the cold weather of Snezhnaya. And so, he got walking, eager to see your face under the bright sun for a last time before the change of scenery.

(!<€!%£#! THIS WAS MEANT TO ONLY BE AN ASK ABOUT KISSING CAPITANO ON HIS HANDS, AND LOOK WHAT THAT EVOLVED TO 😭)

Wdym, this is amazing food, dear anon akjsndjkdsnkj 👌👌👌

#ANON THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD #HONESTLY I NEED MORE #THIS IS JUICY AF #genshin impact #capitano #fatui harbingers #yandere genshin impact #yandere capitano #yandere fatui harbingers #yandere capitano x reader #capitano x reader

[shuuborin]

Handle With Care

My grasp on genshin characters is flimsy at best and ‘based on a single animated trailer’ at worst. This is the second variant. If canon makes this fic unreadable in like, a week, I won’t be surprised. I hope you all nevertheless enjoy this fic :)

Warnings: yandere! Capitano, unhealthy relationship dynamics, threat of violence, fantasy hierarchies, nsfw, female reader, marriage, very bad communication and misuse of power, 7k words

Gildendria only grew in very specific circumstances.

The acidity of the soil had to be just right, the margin of water the plant needed and could handle was very slim, and if any weeds were within a five feet radius, the plant immediately gave up and died. The only reason the flower even managed to survive the long toil of time was that there was a very specific species obsessed with the beautiful colours the flower made in bloom, namely humans.

Even the dried variant went for quite a lot, and you were once told that it was one of those flowers that annoyed florists all over the world since many people wanted a vase full of the flowers for their soiree but few actually realized the work needed to grow such a particular plant, instead complaining about the high costs and acting obnoxious.

You’d always had a fondness for the colourful bloom, like many others, primarily because your mother had always placed them in your room on your birthday. Back then, you’d not realized the nostalgic sight had cost so much effort, so when you tried to recreate the sight by yourself, you’d been surprised to see the first batch die out nearly immediately.

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#JEEZUS THAT WAS WILD #CAPITANO SO SEXY I THINK I NEED AN OXYGEN TANK #MY KNEES ARE WEAK YOUR HIGHNESS #genshin impact #capitano #fatui harbingers #yandere genshin impact #yandere capitano #yandere fatui harbingers #capitano x reader #yandere capitano x reader

[shuuborin]

hii I saw requests open!!! I saw you asking about niki and I wanna rq some yandere hcs for the male wife pls... He's so precious he's really growing on me 🤧

SOOOO TRUE NIKI SHIINA <3 you get it I HOPE U ENJOY <3 warning for drugging!

niki literally doesn't know jack shit about love or romance and all that, so expect him to be extremely confused as to what he's feeling. he doesn't even know he has a crush on you until rinne's like "dude what the fuck is wrong with you" then he Realizes.

the way he stares at you when you talk to him is kinda funny- like you're the only person alive, like you put the stars in the sky, as if you're everything to him and more... well, it's true, y'know!

he's sort of like... a puppy. a puppy with separation anxiety to the max. he doesn't get it, why does his heart hurt when you leave? why does his stomach feel emptier than usual when you don't text him back? seriously, what is this?

when he is around you, niki never leaves your side. even if others are a part of your conversation, he acts like it's only you there, only asking for your opinions on what he's cooked for you all and only asking you if you want seconds.

he's clingy- very much so. he doesn't even really realize that he's all over you, either, so it's twice as bad. holding your hand is one of his favourites, but slinging his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug is good too! honestly, you're so soft and warm that touching you in any way is good with him.

niki isn't against slipping some sleeping pills or something similar into your food, if only to spend some more time with you and dote on you. you're suuuper cute when you squirm around, and the way you can barely keep your eyes open is adorable, too. he might steal a kiss or two!

#THIS IS GOOD CONTENT #SLURRPPPPPPING NOISES #NIKI HERE IS JUST SO SO CUTE #ensemble stars #niki shiina #yandere niki shiina #yandere ensemble stars #yandere niki shiina x reader #niki shiina x reader