#yandere arlecchino x male reader

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hello, I have seen some of your works and have enjoyed each of them, and after seeing that you are still accepting request I was wondering if you would consider a Yandere Arlecchino with a pastry Chef reader, a slight spoiler for the Archon Quest is that she seems to like sweets a great deal, perhaps the reader is oblivious to her yandere antics and simply enjoys making sweets for her and her children.

Or perhaps a Yandere Arlecchino with her children being platonic yanderes that want their "Father" and the one they love to be together, and as such they try and play matchmaker with her and the reader.

Either way, I hope you like the ideas, and that you stay safe and take care.

P.S. Here is just a brainrot for you, but imagine Platonic Yandere Arlecchino not only vetting Lynette's love interest, but also helping her get together with them once she starts to approve of them.

i could platonically put you in my mouth and crunch on you like a jolly rancher, thank you for this amazing idea, i could write about this endlessly but i didn't want to get too long <3333 pls request more of this so i can write more in the future

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including implied stalking, intentional increase of Fatui members, delusional behaviors, implied trickery of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Arlecchino with a pastry chef beloved would be a very interesting concept! You, as the pasty maker, would notice a sudden influx of Fatui members in your once quaint little cafe. The upside is that sales had been through the roof and no trouble seemed to linger anymore, the downside was that most locals had been too nervous to stay around for long, often ordering and leaving or coming in for a pick-up before leaving. It was alright though, one delightful woman always seemed to stick around for a chat!

A sigh of content left your lips as you closed up shop for the night. It had been a long day with many desserts having been made but you managed it as always. It wasn’t until you were headed to the front of the store to lock the doors that you noticed her standing out front, patiently and politely. A pleasant smile crossed her face as she saw you, raising a delicate, gloved hand to offer you a polite smile. “I know you’re closed but I just wanted to come say hi. I had more work than I thought I would today and wasn’t able to make it before closing.” She was as polite and well-mannered as always, something you had admired about her. People around town spoke of her being part of the Fatui but you couldn’t really see it. Sure her outfit seemed a little strange but she was too kind to be evil. She was always so nice and polite, she spoke so well-mannered and always left a generous tip. It was hard to see someone so perfect being diabolical. She had simply come off as the perfect person to be around.

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[throwaway-yandere]

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 [Yandere!Dottore/Reader]

a/n: this fic is 100% dedicated to @leftdestiny-posts and they would know just how much they had inspired me in this fic once they finished reading it HAHAHAHAH. P.S.: the classical songs mentioned are actual songs. Yes, the title is half a joke. Here's the spotify playlist if you're curious.

Unreliable Synopsis: You cannot remember your past, but your doctor has been with you every step of the way— and he's more than willing to spend some time with you outside the hospital. Still... did you always have pure white hair?

CW: yandere themes, light body horror, manipulation, its dottore, c'mon LOL.

Concert II "Tristezza Di Fine Anno", performed by the Morespoke Philharmonic with their conductor, Lady Columbina, began nearly an hour ago. And you had the fortune of hearing their songs for yourself.

The well-dressed crowd filled the seats, behaving in what was appropriate for their high station. It was fully booked. The music overwhelmingly masked anyone's breaths, if they had one to start with. Her program can be felt deep in the audience's bones. Rattling them in each sforzando before it lulls down through the sound of her handpicked musicians— with Lady Columbina as the lonesome soloist when the moment calls for it.

"This piece, Symphony No. 5 in C-Sharp Minor, is not Columbina's own making, she had failed to mention that," your company hummed. "This was by another composer who hid behind the name Safed. They were a self-fulling prophecy. Do you wish to know what they said about this piece?"

You said nothing as Zandik— Lord Dottore— stroked your unnaturally "white" hair.

"They said that nobody understood the piece and that they wish they could conduct the first performance five centuries after their death."

Zandik smiled.

"What say you? Do you think those words are true?"

Your company was a tall and thin man with artificially pale-ish skin and wavy blue hair. His eyes were reportedly bloodshot crimson, although you had not received proof of that in this lifetime. But, you were drawn to his deep ocean-like colors, and that was enough to keep you mildly complacent to his strange remarks.

Zandik is surprisingly a considerate man, but he must've brought you with him for a reason. He told you himself that the reason he brought you out of your prison-like hospital room was a mere experiment on his behalf. Paradigm-shifting consequences of his strange social experiments with you are likely to occur, and he cares not for its ethical debates. He won't ask for rhetorics; these to him are tangible outcomes and no questions will be entertained.

All except his.

"I think… "

The composition had a serene, slightly asymmetrical feel to it. You were certain this was Lady Columbina's creative liberties at play. Something about it did not capture its true authenticities. The show purported to narrate three stories: the first concerned a judge who had to find a loved one guilty; the second concerned a prince who drove their beloved into despair; and the final was a tale of a knight who disregarded his obligation to defend a loved one.

But it felt incomplete. As if there was a missing piece— a secret fourth act hiding between the notes and stage.

"A person can't completely mourn for something they would never experience," you told him. "But even so, if I were Safed, I'd feel like my effort would've been a waste."

His eyes remained trained on your hair as you spoke. Zandik seems to dislike it. Unlike his cells mixed with engineered nanomaterials, yours are uniquely… "natural". His hair has a color intensity, whereas yours was the presence of every color— as physics explained it.

"Something they would never experience…" Zandik repeated, tasting the words on his tongue— a smirk etched on his face as though it tasted like bitter irony.

You continued.

"I have a hunch that Safed put everything they worked hard on all their pieces because Lady Columbina wouldn't have performed it otherwise. Since all the songs on the concert's program are marketed as underappreciated compositions, I would… um… infer that they also questioned their works and ultimately themselves if it all had worth in the end. Hopeless for the lack of attention, they probably thought there's more hope if they lived in another generation."

You wanted to say, though you're not sure where this negativity came from, that they probably despised how their well-crafted works were ignored and their sloppy yet significantly more popular compositions angered them.

But you're not Safed. You don't want to put words in their mouth.

".... Hmm, an acceptable hypothesis— a decent one, even," whatever monotonous response Zandik wished to convey, his voice betrayed his grand satisfaction. "Yet I won't give you any confirmation."

"I know."

Zandik laughed.

"The next piece is Norn's Adagio for Strings Op. 11, before the closing Symphony No. 6, better known as Pathétique Symphony, in B Minor Op. 74."

You tilted your head innocently. "Pathetic?"

"Another piece by Safed. It's a Fontaine-translated title. It's originally named pateticheskaya, which meant passionate or emotional, not at all pitiable."

He crossed his arms, insulted as though he was the one who came up with the original title.

"Roughly half a millennium past, the masses attributed Safed's demise to the strains of their final composition, the so-called Pathétique, a mere nine days preceding their exit from this mortal coil. The prevailing narrative spouts a tale of a tragic surrender to the clutches of undiagnosed clinical depression. I find such simplicity in analysis rather pedestrian, wouldn't you agree?"

You took a while to process his inquiry before hesitantly nodding.

"I… I think so."

Zandik smiled.

It's hard to tell if it's genuine, especially when such a protruding mask hides his eyes. Should its existence vanish, you aren't certain you'd see a soul within his pupils either.

"Safed hated this piece, believing it should be cast aside and forgotten. They were living in the woodlands when they wrote it— and when they decided to live with their benefactor, it was suddenly difficult to tear them away from their work."

You nodded to cue that you were still listening.

"They have an incredibly deep connection with their works. One might say they see in tunes rather than color."

You nodded again.

"Your inclination towards a perpetual affirmation of propositions, presumably to veil any potential lacunae in your cognitive purview, does not escape me. It is, if I may be so bold, your agreement that conceals your specter of unfamiliarity, right?"

You rarely understand a word he says when he is in this passionate state. You just nod as if you knew.

"Adorable," Zandik chuckled.

His voice was chillingly low yet… comforting. 

"Your sincerity constitutes an enchanting facet of your comportment."

He had to be teasing you.

"Although…" Zandik grabbed a few locks of your hair as though it was slimy and unpleasant— quickly retracting them with a disapproving tilt. "You could stand to utilize more (h/c) hair dyes. How is it conceivable that it has returned to white yet again?"

You opened your mouth but Zandik raised a finger.

"No. I am the scholar here. Do not answer."

You giggled. "Understood, Doctor."

He grinned, inadvertently showing off his pointed canines.

"What a good test subject you are, my dear (Y/n)."

Whether good was a subjective or objective assessment or not was up to interpretation.

The mid-concert intermission began, allowing Lady Columbina's pressured musicians a 20-minute sigh of relief. Zandik ushered you to the back where the Lady Harbinger reposed on a white sofa, her cheek brushing a visibly soft and cloud-like pillow. The bright backstage lighting made her seem ethereal.

She looked like heaven, but Zandik would argue that "(Y/n)" is the true epitome of the word.

"Greetings. As expected, you'd initiate conversation at the earliest convenience." She cooed. "You look younger today, Doctor."

"You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment, Columbina." Zandik scoffed. "How many times will we rehearse this canned script until it is a learned lesson?"

"Perhaps it shall end on the day you refrain yourself from recreating… perspectives."

"Since my encounter with the Dendro Archon, I have not revisited that notion."

Columbina's gentle smile dropped coldly. "You know that your segments are not what I am referring to."

You looked back and forth between the two. Each of them was a distinctively unique person and it's a challenge to take your eyes away from the other.

Hence, when you felt Lady Columbina's eyes on you, you shook and straightened yourself before bowing stiffly.

"G-Greetings, Lady Columbina!!!"

Her gentle smile resurfaced.

"Greetings to you as well, dear Safed."

You blinked.

Dottore clicked his tongue, and Columbina laughed softly.

"Apologies, I meant to say (Y/n)— that is the name you go by in this era of humanity, right?"

You'd rightfully claim that between the three of you, you were the most human. Zandik has his clones, Columbina's origins are of strict secrecy, and you are a mere amnesiac patient. But the way she addressed you was sounding awful like stripping you away with that sense of humane identity.

"Yes? I guess?"

Columbina delightedly buzzed in your reply. "(Y/n)— truly a lovely name. That must mean that you're very healthy! It warms my heart to hear that name again. The other ones had terribly dull names, but if the Doctor had given you this title, then it must mean his research is finally drawing to a close."

Her remarks made little sense. You know little about yourself and trust only the Doctor's judgment. Should you trust her words, then it must mean (Y/n) isn't your real name…

But… that doesn't seem right either. 

"Not quite, the name deserves no celebration," Dottore replied happily. "I merely ran out of translations. Bianco, Wit, Bái— what else is there? Ancient Natlan?"

"Scientists truly make for terrible poets— Why not try Inazuman?" Columbina offered.

Those words must have had a heavy weight to them because Zandik pondered for much longer than expected.

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Zandik muttered. "Although it is preferable it does not have to reach that point."

"May I ask why did you bring them here?" Columbina asked.

"It's a bit of an unconventional experiment, but I've been exploring how to elicit positive associations with certain stimuli. Exposing them to music as I accompany them should cause them to associate the emotional response it elicits with being around me." Dottore hummed. "It would be asinine to put them in a chaotic yet controlled environment such as a theme park. While a racing heart may be effective, I shouldn't risk a (Y/n)'s well-being by subjecting them to roller coasters."

"Are you sure you're not the scared one?" You asked cheekily. Zandik rolled his eyes.

She shook her head.

"What a roundabout way of saying you're taking them out on a concert date…"

Columbina looked at you once more.

"Oh, but (Y/n), you appear unwell, my dear…" she pointed at stage left. "Why don't you fix yourself up in the nearest restroom?"

Dottore raised an eyebrow, which made you want to decline Columbina.

"I'm r-really okay, Lady Colum—"

"I insist."

Columbina smiled wider. Her laced mask cast a gloomy shade on her visage.

You had no other choice.

"O… Okay."

The halls that led to the restroom were mostly empty. Perhaps it was due to Lady Columbina's performance that made them patiently await the next song.

But there was one young man you encountered along the way. He had blonde half-way braided hair and purple-ish eyes. You paid him no mind as he circled a small rectangular paper, likely the concert's ticket, between his fingers. However, within a second, that paper vanished.

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously, wondering if your eyes played tricks. He laughed, noting your attention.

"Ah! Sorry," he cheerfully gestured a small wave. "Didn't mean to practice in public."

The blonde man approached you with a smile.

"You're #9805, right?"

Immediately, you both got on the wrong foot.

Your nose scrunched, "I prefer (Y/n)."

The man flinched. "Oh, yikes! I'm not making the best first impression— nice to meet you (Y/n)! I have something for you."

You thought he was handing you his concert ticket for a moment but when you took a good look, it was a grayscale brochure.

And a white tulip…

"Um…"

"Needless to say, I'm something of a—"

"Trickster?"

"Magician, but an astute guess nonetheless!" He laughed sheepishly. "I was waiting for you, I thought you wouldn't go to the restroom."

So, did Lady Columbina plan this?

You caressed the binding and skimmed through the pages. "What's this for?"

"Father said you might be interested in its contents," the young man said. "That's all."

You blinked.

"... Are you saying you missed out most of the concert just to hand me this?"

He laughed awkwardly again. "My dear sister says I have a habit of missing a hint of romanticism when it counts, so I guess today's just one of those moments."

"Did you not like the music?" You scoffed, temper rising.

"Did you hate the composition? Did you not understand the e-emotion behind the chords? Don't you understand just how d-disrespectful that was?!"

"Woah, woah, I didn't say any of that." His eyes widened.

He didn't expect your voice to crack.

"I'm so sorry if you're offended— are you one of the original composers?"

…

You took a deep breath.

… Why were you mad?

… Why did it feel like those songs mean more to you than meets the eye?

"Sorry, I just…" You shook your head. "I guess I'm not feeling well. Oh, no, I'm so SO sorry…"

An unknown part of you thrived to hear him praise the music. That same part pitied the composer who worked day and night to perfect their piece. It's an ugly voice, but it was sincere.

… What was wrong with you? Why did you suddenly lash out? What was going on?

"Oh, well there's no need to be sorry then." The blonde man took his hat off and bowed.

"Farewell, Mx. (Y/n)!" He grinned. "The greatest magician in all Teyvat will take his leave. Thank you for your time!"

With the sway of his dark cape, he disappeared.

You entered the restroom to wash your face. It didn't do much to soothe your nerves. The lingering dread for your strange emotional mood swing remained.

To distract yourself, you read through the article.

The Enigmatic Legacy of Composer Safed

In the annals of musical history, few figures emerge as enigmatic and hauntingly captivating as the orchestral composer, Safed. Born five centuries ago amidst the ancient woodlands of Sumeru, this ethereal musician seemingly materialized from Vanarama with no familial relations.

Huh… So it's about the one who wrote the previous compositions earlier.

No wonder that blonde man asked if you were one of the composers. He was being a smartass.

A Fiery Finale: The Pathétique Symphony

Legend has it that in their final act of emotional expression, Safed penned the "Pathétique Symphony," a composition so emotionally charged that, overwhelmed with disdain for their creation, they purportedly set ablaze their woodland home. Seeking solace and escape, Safed accepted the benevolent offer of a city-dwelling benefactor.

…

…

Safed… burned down their house?

No…

No, that's not how you remembered that.

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

That's not what happened. "Safed" didn't burn their house down.

Suddenly, you stilled. Your thoughts ran wild, but your inner rationale tried to force them to a halt. This peak in anxiety did not make sense.

… Why would an amnesiac like you know what happened?

A Swansong: Il Dottore's Beneficence

Their benefactor, now celebrated as our Lord Harbinger, Il Dottore, welcomed Safed into the city's heart. It was here that the truth unfolded: Safed had been grappling with hearing loss for years, an affliction that fueled their artistic brilliance yet cloaked them in a muffled world. They were unaware of their disability, yet thrived in their field.

…

…

Wait…

Before you began to read the final paragraph in Safed's brochure, you hurriedly went back to Dottore and the composer's vintage photographed portraits.

After seeing their face, you dropped the brochure in the restroom's sink.

You saw their face.

You saw YOUR face and Zandik's.

But not quite. That was you, but at the same time, it wasn't. Zandik looked stiff in those photos with "you", likely a product of the time since Kamera photography was used only in rare formalities that required a bit of dress up. But the "you" you saw was sickly way beyond the formal costumes. They had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, but yours were all white. 

White…

Safed… That's the Sumeru translation for white, isn't it?

Bianco, Wit, Bái— they're all translations for "white", aren't they? And if Dottore and Columbina's earlier conversations were to go by, the one after you would be named Shiro.

…

The one… after you?

"Tut tut."

You trembled at the familiar sound.

You slowly turned your head around and there he was, leaning against the restroom door.

"You were in the restroom for too long. It appears my suspicions were not unfounded."

Without waiting for a response, he approached with large strides. His gloved hands seized your stressed shoulders. The grip tightened harshly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze. Blood trailed from the corner of your mouth, and your anxiety heightened. He angrily bared his sharp teeth as he watched it stain his gloves.

And yet Zandik looks…

Sad.

And distressed.

He pressed his earpiece.

"Test Subject #9805 exhibits troubling symptoms. Hematemesis suggests a severe physiological response. Persistent manifestations of albinism in ocular and follicular pigmentation indicate underlying deformities. Immediate isolation is warranted for the researcher and subject's well-being."

His hand was cold. Skin imbued with silver nanomaterials after several operations, reminiscent of the age-old philosophical question: "Is it still the same ship if you gradually replace all of its parts?" 

Then Zandik did something unexpected.

He dropped his hold and you prepared yourself by shutting your eyes as he swung his arm.

To hug you.

"I'm sorry, I have failed you again, (Y/n)," Zandik muttered. "I should not have raised my expectations."

"W… What? Why are you putting me in isolation?" You asked, rattled. "What have I done?! I just— I didn't do anything wrong! What did I—"

He shifted, dragging your arm to hug him back as though you were a little girl's doll. Zandik rested his head on your shoulder, shaking slightly.

"In your innocence, no fault lies. I thought I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and met unfulfilled expectations" Zandik gritted his teeth, voice somber. "Despite centuries of refinement, it appears that I still have room for improvement in perfecting the process… I was right. This deserves no celebration."

The doctor laughed sadly.

"When will I ever be proven wrong?" He asked himself as he wiped the blood off the corner of your lips.

He pulled away, pecking your forehead.

"I'm sorry."

Those were not the words you expected from his mouth, and yet you heard it more than once. I'm sorry. It does not fit his character, nor does the tender yet cold hug he had given prior.

You're scared. You're terrified. You know what was bound to come. You know what awaits you. White walls. Silence. Separation.

Solitary.

Far from a choice. Far from negotiable.

There's no amnesty.

And yet, the words flowed from you naturally.

"... I forgive you."

You have no idea why you said what you said. There's no certainty that you believed your own words. Zandik's lip twitched downward.

"You should not," Zandik croaked. "Why? Why must you always forgive and accept my selfishness? Do you derive satisfaction in seeing me in this state?!"

You opened your mouth to answer but were stopped abruptly as he grabbed your hair.

Zandik had always favored you compared to other patients. You know this very well. He's an evil man and the list of actions he had done that had harmed you in the name of science is at least two pages long upon your awakening. Yet, you were sure he liked you enough for he told you of his new exciting experiments. He scolded you when you left his research institute for fresh air. And he would hold your hand whenever you dreaded those thick injections.

You just didn't know he had it in him to fold from his intimidating facade just to kiss you like a desperate man. 

Breathless under his control, he softly pressed his lips against yours. His lips were chapped and cold, and he took you in gently as though he'd break you. Zandik, as strange as it was, still seemed to prioritize your comfort over his needs. Normally, this tension would've made him so short-tempered. But this will be your last interaction. The doctor tasted your blood in his mouth, and he was nauseous at the thought of hurting you more. But he stopped. Even though he wishes to force all his pent-up desires onto you. Even though he wanted to love you thoroughly that you'd forget your name again.

Zandik whimpered quietly as he pulled away— sounding like a dog that would not sleep that night. What was left in between was a thin disappearing line of saliva and blood that quickly broke off.

The doctor should be happy he finally got to have a proper date with you after 9805 failed attempts. 

But he's not content.

He was about to lean in for the second time but stopped himself. Selfish. To think he nearly saw you two finally walking down the aisle. Why was he always so selfish when it came to you? But those rhetorics mattered not in your head.

You were silenced. You were held.

You were loved.

"No." Zandik breathed in, laughing humorlessly. "No— I am the scholar here. Don't answer."

And you will be disposed of.

"Take them away." He spoke to his men calmly. They had entered long enough to witness what he had done. The men did not hesitate to grab you, thinking Dottore thought you no more than a mere toy.

But calm was deceptive. It does not convey the distress that chokes him.

Maybe…

Maybe in the 9806's trial… he'll have you as he always wanted.

The Fatuus that escorted you in was gentle. A silent guide. The expression on her face was clear that she wanted to extend her apologies as well but mustn't.

You already have a white tulip in hand.

Arlecchino already sended her regards in advance.

When she opened the door by tapping a card against the lock, she bowed her head. You let yourself enter without a fight. The room was pure white with the rest of the furniture matching the drapes. But Dottore didn't just provide the necessities. There were books, sketch pads, and other recreational materials.

As you were about to approach the center, something was off on both sides.

You looked to your left.

Two clear mirrors divided your room from the others. There's a sign on the left wall. Code #4135.

You stood, shocked, grieving at the sight of your predecessor. They were a mirror of you but with a different name— and an even worse state.

One had made a slight sound coming off their skin— rotting slightly. There's a tube connected to their mouth and you could see yourself— you could see them dripping. They had your face. Their hair and eyes were white. The nose was gone, leaving a gaping hole. Their neck was cricked back at an unnatural angle. You don't know if they're still breathing. They're still bleeding. They must've bitten off their tongue.

There's a lone white blanket that covers the rest of them.

You think they might be dead.

You think "you" might've died more than once.

THUD!

You jolted at the sound coming from the wall behind you. Upon seeing their body, you froze.

Code #032.

They were but a head. You wish you could only focus on that aspect, but you looked lower and your hair raised. They cannot feel the same, for they were almost only a spine left. The rest of them were their skeletal frame, guided by thin lines one can barely call flesh.

Their head banged against the mirror. The thought that the sound was what made you flinch earlier made you unwell.

They seem to be telling you something. Their breath fogged up the glass and their thinned white hair splayed across your view. Their mouth said something urgently you couldn't comprehend because their tongue was paper-like in size.

#032 was shaking. Their pain grew vivid in every movement that the room was starting to spin. You sensed their turmoil.

They looked like death.

You all looked like death itself, both the pretty and ugly ends of it.

"Don't." You whispered, begging as you knelt to their level. "You don't have to speak."

You laughed deprecatingly.

"We're not the scholar here. He is."

In every syllable, you saw the outline of their esophagus strain. The nerves were blueish purple. The little skin they have left on their cheeks is sunken. Their lips were gnawed, likely as a response to the pain they'd gone through previously. Fists of bone tapped against the glass, and you quivered, imagining their pain.

You were not afraid of them. You only mourned their anguish. In fact, you feel at ease to be in the presence of yourself from the past.

It reminded you of what "Safed" had allegedly spoken years ago.

Nobody understood the pieces you made and you wished you could conduct the first performance five centuries after your first death.

And now, here you are.

Seeing two "people" who do understand you.

And they share your face.

"Pathetically", the only one that can understand you is yourself.

You're all flies trapped in a web that the predator refuses to wrap and consume out of pity. Compared to the others, you looked fine.

But your lungs were blistering.

Despite their deathly ill and mutilated bodies, you were the one bound to die soon enough.

His experiments worked.

You love him.

You love Zandik.

And how tragic it was that the person who learned how to love him was doomed to perish.

In your last minutes, you recalled something vital:

As an outsider, your body was not meant for this world, but after encountering the woodland creatures and Zandik, it became tremendously difficult to part ways with it.

You coughed up yet again with a gentle smile on your face. Maybe you're not dying…

Maybe you're just returning home, for every atom in your multiple bodies was once part of the galaxy.

You are (Y/n) (L/n).

And you were not from Teyvat.

Much like the rest of the descenders, you have a quirk about you that sets you apart from the norm. For the travelers the world reveres today, it was their distinct determination and questionable age that was remarkable. Yours slightly titters to an inhuman level.

You can "clone" yourself.

Zandik and the "original" you wouldn't phrase it in that manner, but it's the easiest way to describe your talents.

"So, it is cloning." Zandik paused. "Mind letting me in on the science behind the process?"

He was an ordinary student when you both met. Far from a doctor, but at least he was a registered scholar in the Akademiya. Zandik didn't have an eloquent tongue as he does in the present, yet his curiosity burned all the same.

Which is why, back then, you thought his questions were cute.

Not dangerous.

"It's not that I can make copies of myself without consequences," you humored with a grin. "I'm just making… fragments of myself. Segments, if you prefer to call it that. It's a common ability for the people back in my world. None of us do it excessively— especially since we're kind of an invasive species." 

Zandik raised an eyebrow, "is that a commendable trait?"

"My kind says so. Whether good is a subjective or objective assessment or not is up to interpretation." You answered noncommittedly. "I don't think that's right. Our soul splits apart until we're just… empty. We lose some memories in the process."

"But functioning?"

"In a sense, yeah, but we lose a part of ourselves like memories and well, hair color, I guess." You nodded. "Why are you so curious?"

"Since you have rejected my confession, I want to try my hand at seducing a copy of yours instead," Zandik said. You couldn't tell whether he was joking with his naturally piercing red eyes. "Until then, you are not allowed to asexually reproduce without my authorization. Understood?"

You laughed. Unaware of his arsonist crimes, you willingly indulged his words.

"I owe you my ears, so it's only right that I'll listen to your commands, Zandik."

"Good." Zandik grinned, shark-like.

"What a good test subject you are, (Y/n)."

Centuries later, that closing sentence will continue to remain true.

Since then, his life has changed. Multiplied, even. Upon studying your genetic makeup, he found ways to duplicate himself as well. Despite his feats in science, Zandik remained unhappy.

Deep down, all the Harbingers pity the Doctor who cannot save his most loved one. That includes both Columbina and Arlecchino.

No one protests even when harmful orders are given; everything appears fine until the symptoms are felt. Because the organism— the astral descender— has no nerves or voice, he continues to assume that the patient is not in pain.

The patient needs peace but because they are not to speak, they remain silent, and the need persists.

The patient wants to eat and breathe fresh air, but because such desires might hurt the feelings of the doctor who thinks he has done everything needed, the patient remains quiet, contemplating desires out of fear of reprimand.

The original (Y/n) (L/n) suffers in silence. In a white room only accessible by a man who continues to nurse his unrequited love: Zandik.

No one else can enter this room.

He won't allow it. Only he can be obsessed with you.

The thought of you haunts him like a smiling reflection upon window panes— like a gift of a Trojan horse with nothing but your echoing laughter and hospital monitor beeps inside. Your thin limbs were marching clock hands with rusted gears that miraculously function till the end of time.

What is immortality for if every day was a death loop?

It is such a lonely concept…

You ought to be thankful that he's willing to be your eternal company.

"I endeavored to elicit a reciprocation of my sentiments from the latest subject. Regrettably, their discovery of my antecedent experiments transpired prematurely. Nevertheless, as asserted several times, it remains but a temporal inevitability until an iteration of yourself succumbs to having an interest towards me." Dottore hummed.

He held your feet.

He held Test Subject #01's feet.

If you spoke up, he would've bragged about how he was right. How people do love your songs. But no one knows if you can't or won't answer him. This one-sided conversation is the punishment for his hubris.

He took out a sharp knife and cut off one of your toes. You no longer feel any pain as you bleed into his hands. What a kind man the doctor is, for he blocked all your pain receptors years ago. It's a good thing you regenerate quickly.

That's what he loved and hated about you.

You only gave and gave.

But you never ran out of soul. You never ran your heart fully dry— and that left you ill. Zandik could never let you go.

You're already a part of him.

Hence, he must not make clones of exaggerated memories. He wanted your perfect yet healthy replica.

Praise be the white corpuscles extracted from your veins which had brought him new life. You were the reason for his research. You were the breath that gave his segments life. You were his muse, much like he was yours.

"Fear not, (Y/n)," he reassured with a measured tone. "Upon my mastery of the arts, I intend to reinstate your autonomy and awareness. Perhaps then, you shall find the organic inclination to reciprocate affection toward me by the 9806's trial. Until then…"

In other words, give him more time and he'll reinvent love.

He leaned his forehead against yours.

"I'm so, so sorry."

And ultimately, he'll reinvent YOU.

"Can I have another piece of your scalp?"

"No."

"Do you not understand the weight of this research or must I expound on it further in another three-hour presentation?"

"Alternatively, you could start by saying that you're sorry," you raised an eyebrow. "I'm still not over the fact you randomly cut a piece of my ear when I was asleep, doctor. You know, I heard from the aranaras that white tulips are given to someone when they ask for forgiveness."

Zandik smirked.

"Regrettably, it seems that such an occurrence is unlikely to transpire. Do not expect such words and gifts from me."

You smiled.

"We'll see, we'll see."

Taglist (pls notify if you wish to be on the taglist for the last two): @average-yandere-enjoyer @pix-stuff @sagekun @vennnnn-diagram @dilucragnidvr @tnsophiaonly @lsleepysimpl

#ansy-writes #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere dottore #yandere zandik #yandere dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore #columbina #arlecchino #lyney #il dottore x reader #il dottore #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere male #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines

[merakiui]

PLEASE. please. if you would be so kind to give us some more stalker ex scara... the first time I saw it it just changed my brain chemistry, and I desperately need more </3

>:D thinking a lot about stalker ex Scara, but you get really drunk and he's the only one left to look after you......

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, alcohol/intoxication, toxic ex scara, modern college au, connected to the previous stalker ex scara concept)

Just,,, the fact that he's been so good and sweet ever since he casually slid himself into your friend group and you're not sure if you can trust him, yet here you are being completely, utterly, stupidly vulnerable in front of your very unstable ex. orz

Kuni's not one for parties; in fact, he'd much rather spend his precious time doing quiet, comfortable things with you (cuddling is so much healthier than drinking, after all! <3). Unfortunately, you allow your foolish friends to talk you into attending these brain-rotting parties so you can get drunk off your ass, and he can't let you attend them by yourself because there are too many risks. If you got too comfortable with Venti or Kazuha or even Tighnari while drunk, Kuni would never forgive you. >:( he's worked too hard cultivating this friendly image for himself, and he isn't going to let you or anyone else ruin it.

But right now everyone else is too inebriated to do much of anything, and he hasn't touched the drinks ever since he arrived, instead choosing to anchor himself to some forgotten corner of the room. He sulks and broods in silence, a scowl plastered to his face. He's just barely tolerating it for your sake. It's because he loves you that he's doing any of this. Soon you won't even need any of these troublesome friends. Soon you'll just have him, and he's all you really need. It was like that when you were growing up, after all. Even though, as painful as it is, you don't seem so codependent, so swept up in romance... You're so independent now, no longer the shy, fearful thing from the final few months of your relationship with him. He'd be impressed if he wasn't trying so hard to isolate you from each of your friends. It's a challenge when he's trying to tiptoe around Heizou's sharp, witty perception or Venti's proclivity for knowing everything about everyone despite no one knowing much about him.

But he endures. He's gone years without you; this is nothing.

If you were smarter, you'd know not to trust a word he says. That kind, soft smile he's perfected for this act is not to be believed, especially not when he's using it to assure your friends that he'll bring you home safe and sound. Heizou has his doubts because it's late and you can hardly walk a straight line, but he's tipsy just like the others and it's hard to deliberate like this. Besides, when has Kuni ever let the group down? :)

He takes you back to his dorm instead because Albedo's not home and he has the entire room to himself. While you meander clumsily over to his bed, kicking your shoes off and shucking your jacket in the process, he watches. You have no idea how much he depends on you, how much he admires you, so much so that it surpasses love and lust entirely. Without you, he's nothing. Or that's what he thinks because for the majority of his life he's felt empty and sub-human and so alone. But now you're here, and you can fill those empty spaces in his heart and give him a reason to keep living.

You don't seem particularly fazed when the bed dips under his weight. Rather, you blink sleepily up at him when he leans over you, gingerly reaching to help you out of your sweater. You're too drunk to protest or struggle, and you feel so dizzy every time you open your eyes. It's difficult to remain fully conscious when sleep is tugging at your body, pulling you under. You don't even realize he's fit his mouth on yours until his tongue is pushing past your lips. You manage to place your hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but you're so exhausted and tired. They fall to your sides, useless.

Kuni sits up and smiles at you. He says something about you being dumb and cute... or something about how your friends are fools. You don't really catch all of his obsessive murmurings when your attention is waning. Clothes are torn off; he kisses you a lot. You're not sure if you're reciprocating, but it certainly sounds that way when you're whining beneath him, arching against sodden sheets, your breaths coming in pants and huffs each time he ruts into you.

He doesn't have to worry about anything. Right now, it's just you and him in a corner of the world, locked away from everyone who might try to take you away from him. It's not like you'll remember much come morning. You don't need to anyway. It's better if you're lost and bewildered. That way he'll be able to craft a story to suit his fancy. You'll believe it. You'll have no choice, and Kuni knows how to tell very believable tales.

#genshin chit chat #astolfofo #yandere scaramouche #tw: noncon #n/sfw #omg wait....... what if you're best friends with furina and scara feels so threatened because all of your friends are male #(heizou venti kazuha tighnari etc) #but now you have furina who seems to cling to you and it rubs scara the wrong way and and and!!!!! #orz i need to write for furina she's so beloved <3 #(with a fem reader) furina's sapphic yearning versus scara's obsessive pining........... #OH NO AND LYNEY....... the mouchey and lyney rivalry T_T #AAAAAA or furina x reader x arlecchino........ #so many thoughts are written here and they're scrambled please forgive me >_<

[yanderehsr]

If it's not too much, can you do a fox hybrid/foxian soldier! Reader that works for columbina, arlecchino, jingyuan?

And don't forget to eat three times a day and drink enough water!

Sure, hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder

Columbina: You don't really work all that much, she has stationed you outside her bedroom door, you are to protect her mansion should it ever come under attack. You never really do anything tho since who would be foolish enough to attack Columbina of all people, she who can rival gods and has a high political power in Snezhnaya.

Columbina adores your ears and tail, at some point she will drag you into her room and tie up your hands to the bed, she will hum a tune as she lay there petting you ears and cuddling you, this should be your new job, free of stress and full of her.

"My beautiful dove, how come you aren't talking to me, you wouldn't wanna make me mad now do you"

Arlecchino: She doesn't think you should work as a fatui soldier at all, just look at you, you are so fluffy. Nope, she gives you work at the orphanage, no one will stop her if she relocates you, you are a mere soldier and she is the top dog around here, you will listen to her or face the consequences.

Arlecchino let's the kids play with your ears and tail, it gives her a warm feeling seeing you spend time with them, she herself plays with your tail when you two are alone, don't you dare struggle for she is not afraid to hit you to make you obedient, you are hers, nothing will change that.

"Truly foolish if you to think I care about what you want, you are mine, now come here so I can pet you or face the consequences"

Jing Yuan: He always has his hand on you, whether he has time off or is working he will always have time to have his hand on your head and play with the fluffy ears, it's relaxing for him having something to do at all times, he has trapped you with working for him forever, you will never escape him and no one would believe you if you revealed what he is doing.

Jing Yuan also likes to nibble the ear when he is feeling lazy, seeing you blush and stammer, trying to push him away is always a sure way for him to get back his energy, he doesn't regret a single day now that you are by his side, and you will stay by his side until death do you part.

"You have no idea what you do to me, you make me crazy just seeing you, make me completely lovestruck just by hearing your voice. I can't believe you're mine"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere female #yandere male #yandere columbina #yandere columbina x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader

[blzzrdstryr]

hey, what about the harbingers of fatui, when they find out that someone tried to poison the reader, but still failed to kill

CW: Torture and death

All of them will be livid, Darling will be put under the utmost care with constant vigil of doctors and nurses, the poisoner will die. The main difference is how long the poisoner will live before meeting their end.

Childe will probably kill them in a fit of anger, seeing red, the abyss in him thrumming and roaring, someone will have to drag him from the mangled corpse, bc he won't stop with their death.

Pantalone and Arlecchino will probably torture the fool for hours. They will oversee the entire process with the cold and distant demeanor, slowly memorizing each small detail, before giving a curt order to put the poisoner out of their misery.

Columbina will hold the poisoner captive, letting them to witness the destruction of everything they have ever loved. Columbina won't stop at anything or anyone - she'll ruin everything they could've held dear. Family, friends, even neighbours and colleagues - she will whisper to them how it's all their fault as she will throw at them one magled body to another. And then, once they beg her to kill them, she will comply with their request, but fo it in the most painful way possible, stretching seconds of agony into hours.

Now, Sandrone and Il Dottore are the worst in this list, because they won't kill the poisoner in the literal sense - they will destroy their personhood, their humanity and identity, turn them into a thing, sort of I have no mouth and I must scream abomination.

#Yandere genshin impact x reader #Yandere x reader #Il Dottore #Columbina #Sandrone #Pantalone #Arlecchino #Childe #Tartaglia #Ajax #Yandere male #Female yandere #Yandere fatui #Fatui harbingers #Yanderecore #Yandere imagines

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Mesmerized.

Pairing: Yandere!Lyney x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 0.8k.

TW: Hypnosis, Unhealthy Relationships, General Lose of Autonomy, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Stalking, and Obsessive Behavior.

[Commissioned piece. Donate to Palestinians in Gaza here.]

“You’re getting crueler, brother.”

Lynette watched you stir at the sound of her voice, nearly identical to that of your dearly beloved, but you slackened as soon as you realized it was only his sister, melting back into place against Lyney’s side. Your expression was one of vacant bliss; all glassy eyes and careless smiles, worry only visible in the dark circles laced under your eyes, the pained creases folded into either corner of your mouth. A poor imitation, altogether. You looked more like yourself when you were angry.

Lyney hummed, resting his head on your shoulder. As if trained to, you cooed softly and raised a hand, carding your fingers through his hair as he spoke, self-satisfaction heavy in his voice. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Is it cruel to want to spend time with one’s dearly cherished?”

“Father said not to let the public see them until—”

“—until we’ve fallen in love,” Lyney finished. It was a clipped summary, to say the least. In reality, Lord Arlecchino’s order had played more closely to the tune of ‘until you’ve collared your pet properly’, but admittedly, Lynette might’ve missed something. She and Freminet had been listening from the other side of a steel door, and Lyney hadn’t been eager to discuss their conversation after her lecture ended. “And I’m sure, if you bothered to ask, you’d already know that we’re quite in love. Aren’t we, beautiful?”

“Quite in love,” you parroted. There was something strange about your inflection, as if you were trying to speak in a language you hadn’t yet mastered, but Lynette chose not to dwell on it.

“And I’d hardly call this the public,” Lyney went on, when Lynette made it clear that she had yet to be impressed. He made a quick, sweeping gesture to the rest of the backstage area – as if the technicians and stage-hands rushing between lighting rigs and half-assembled props were no more real than the silhouetted figures painted onto the set dressing they were hauling into place. “Think of it as… a trial run, to see how much we’ve improved. If everything goes well tonight, perhaps we’ll be able to attend Father’s next banquet together, too. I’ve been dying to introduce them to the rest of our family – preferably without all the screaming and biting, this time.”

That, Lynette could admit, would probably be for the best. She still had a bruise in the shape of your teeth on her left wrist from the day she’d met you, but Lyney still claimed it’d been one of your better first impressions.

“I’ve always wanted to see one of your shows.” You were cupping Lyney’s face, now, using your thumb to draw tender circles into his cheek. “I’ve always loved the opera. You’re playing the male lead, right?”

Lynette pursed her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she turned her attention pointedly towards her brother. He looked away. ��I’m still working out the kinks. By this time next week, it should all be right as rain.”

Reluctantly, Lynette let her attention shift back to you. Your sleeves were long, dense with lace and tulle, but a patch of reddened, raw skin where the shackle had been wrapped around your wrist was just barely visible underneath the frivolous material. There was a slight tremble in your stiff shoulders, and when she looked closely, she could see that you were swaying; your legs weak from disuse, barely able to hold your own weight. Her brother, on the other hand – she could remember the last time she’d seen him smiling so widely. He been in a state of pure, untethered euphoria since the moment you were dragged, kicking and swearing, into one of the Fatui’s lesser-used underground holding facilities, and she rarely saw him without a glint in his eye and a light flush painted over her cheeks. It was almost upsetting, to see a face so much like her own so distorted. If she hadn’t been so used to his sudden flurries of passion, she might’ve been disturbed.

“It can’t last.” Lyney straightened, but she didn’t give him a chance to cut in. “The—the trance, I mean. You’re a magician, not a hypnotist. It’s going to wear off, eventually.”

“I’ve always hated stage magic,” you muttered, dreamily. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I hate feeling like I’m the only person who doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“It doesn’t need to last forever, just long enough.” This time, it was Lyney who caught your chin in his hand, pulling you just close enough for a quick, shallow kiss. Lynette looked away before she could be forced to endure yet another unabashed show of affection, but she could still hear him far too clearly when he spoke seconds later, his voice now nearly distant as your own.

“Until we both manage to forget how we could ever live apart.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin #yandere lyney #lyney x reader

[xreaderanonaccount]

Masterlist₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

🌷͙֒ NSFW

‎‧₊˚✧[Fatui Harbingers]✧˚₊‧

Fatui Harbingers x Reader Headcannons

Fatui Male Harbingers x Reader Wearing their Harbingers Coat

‎‧₊˚✧[Dottore]✧˚₊‧

Dottore x Reader x Pantalone Funeral Procession

Dottore x AFAB!Reader 🌷͙֒

Omega x AFAB!Reader x Pantalone 🌷͙֒

Dottore x Reader Injured Reader

Webttore x Reader 🌷͙֒

Yandere!Webttore x Reader 🌷͙֒

Webttore x Reader Can't stop Worrying

Akademiya!Dottore x Reader 🌷͙֒

Dottore x Reader Hard to say

‎‧₊˚✧[Pantalone]✧˚₊‧

Dottore x Reader x Pantalone Funeral Procession

Omega x AFAB!Reader x Pantalone 🌷͙֒

Pantalone x Reader Last Dance

Pantalone x Reader Walk down memory lane

Pantalone x Reader Rings

‎‧₊˚✧[Childe]✧˚₊‧

Childe x Reader Rain of Blood

Childe x Reader Days like these

‎‧₊˚✧[Arlecchino]✧˚₊‧

Arlecchino x AFAB!Reader Caring Maid

‎‧₊˚✧[Capitano]✧˚₊‧

Capitano x Reader Rythm of the heart

Capitano x Worried!Reader

‎‧₊˚✧[Liyue]✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧[Xiao]✧˚₊‧

Xiao x Reader Singing

Xiao x Reader Thunderstorms

Baizhu x Reader Doctor knows best

‎‧₊˚✧[Fontaine]✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧[Neuivllette]✧˚₊‧

Neuvillette x Reader Singing

‎‧₊˚✧[Wriothesley]✧˚₊‧

Wriothesley x Reader Singing

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin smut #il dottore #capitano x reader #dottore x female reader #genshin x reader smut #childe x reader #baizhu x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #xiao x reader #neuvilette x reader #wriothesley x reader

[kurogane2512]

Typical yandere arlecchino and signora x male reader fic where they kidnap him and keep him in the house of the hearth as their house husband but he ALWAYS escapes any and all restraints they put him in and instead of running away like a sane person he sticks around and does house work or straight up help the agents dispose bodies or plan missions

Arlecchino: WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR HUSBAND ESCAPED AGAIN!!!

Signora: it's as I said last night we were cuddling while you were gone. I had his arms tied behind his back and his ankles locked to the bed, but when I woke up, he was not only free but MISSING!

Arlecchino: well he couldn't have gotten far if we hurry now we can stop him from leaving Fontaine

Lyney:[peaks head into the office] um father, fair lady

Arlecchino: what lyney were busy

Lyney: um papa sent me to tell you both breakfast is ready

Signora/arlecchino: say what now?!

With haste, the two harbingers hurry downstairs to find lyney wasn't lying as you were in fact in the kitchen serving pancakes to the children and agents

Lynette: so good~

Cicin maga: so fluffy~

Agents/children: thank you papa

Y/n: aw shucks kids, oh hey girls I saved you some plates

Arlecchino and signora: O_O

This is hilarious oh my god, I love it so much xDDD

(sorry I don't think I can add much to it but I loved reading it <3)

#la signora #signora x reader #arlecchino #male reader #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact

[gojoidyll]

Genshin Impact Masterlist

Imagine | Wriothesley x Neuvillette's Sister ! Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Reader

Drabble | Wriothesley x Reader

Oneshot | Happy Wife Happy Life, Pierro x Wife ! Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Tea Spiller ! Reader

Imagine | Primordial Sea ! Reader

Imagine | Furina x Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Knight ! Reader

Imagine | Arlecchino x Diver ! Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Reader

Oneshot | Just Being Nice, Wriothesley x Reader (angst)

Oneshot | Just Being Nice Pt. 2, Wriothesley x Reader / Neuvillette x Reader (angst with comfort)

Imagine | Wriothesley x Reader

Drabble | Xiao x Demon ! Reader (angst)

Imagine | Wriothesley x Tea Maker ! Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Reader

Oneshot | Xiao x Female ! Reader

Drabble | Like and Love, Furina x Reader

Imagine | Tea & Coffee, Wriothesley x Reader

Drabble | Without Me, Yandere ! Childe x Reader

Drabble | Soft Things, Neuvillette x Reader (light nsfw)

Drabble | Yandere ! Childe x Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Wrongly Accused ! Reader

Headcanons | Capitano x Reader

Drabble | Self-aware ! Capitano x Reader

Headcanon | Aphrodisiacs, Baizhu x Reader

Drabble | Happy Birthday, Thoma x Reader

Drabble | Love is Hard!, Alhaitham x Reader

Drabble | Wriothesley x Neuvillette's Sister ! Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Fatui ! Reader

Oneshot | Rest, Capitano x Female ! Reader

Oneshot | Drunk, Pierro x Male ! Reader

Drabble | Scaramouche x Reader (implied)

Oneshot | His Friend, Xiao x Gender Neutral ! Adeptus ! Reader

Drabble | Kazuha x Painter ! Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Dragon ! Reader

Oneshot | Wriothesley x New Inmate ! Reader

Drabble | Xianyun x Reader

Oneshot | Wriothesley x New Inmate ! Reader Pt. 2

Imagine | Yandere ! Neuvillette , Arlecchino , & Furina x Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Reader x Zhongli

Oneshot | Yandere ! Wriothesley x Nurse ! Reader

Drabble | Tartaglia x Reader

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin masterlist #genshin x you #genshin x reader #wriothesley #neuvillette #baizhu #childe #tartaglia #capitano #xiao #furina #arlecchino

[tabibitto]

Can I request Diluc Beidou and Arlecchino jealously headcanons?💕

[ request ]

ship: diluc, beidou, arlecchino x gn reader

CW: Jealousy themes, toxic relationship, nsfw, yandere themes (arlecchino)

AN: kekekeke i have been wanting to do my writing on Diluc. Thank you so much for the opportunity ill give it my best shot. sorry it took so long, been quite busy with class

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Diluc was not the jealous type man, if anything he was of a protective boyfriend

The poor man had lost his father, and in a way his brother too. His father's death had been treated as a business opportunity and it had completely warped the way he viewed the world

When he had gotten with you, he once again felt like an 18 year old boy

He smiled more now, he was more patient and gentle

It was less common now for Kaeya to be kicked out of Angel's Share if he had one too many, he would only sigh in irritation and have a knight escort him back to his chambers

The damage that was done between them could never be healed back into what it was before, but your presence and love and warmth to the pyro user had certainly helped

Though he still couldn't help himself, to believe somedays that you could just disappear one day. Weather it be death or a breakup. It hurt him more then anything to think of his sweetheart leaving him one way or another

It was unacceptable for anyone to come to you with intentions to steal you away, not when you were still his

Not when you two had walked hand in hand down the streets of Mondstat late at night or early morning

Diluc had complete and utter trust in you and your decisions. It was the actions of others that made him quirk a brow upon seeing you occupied at Good Hunter with a man you had not seemed to mention to him, nor one that was familiar

He slipped past your line of sight and behind the stone building, peeking out of the corner with a foot propped up behind him on the wall, arms crossed and a glare that bore holes into the stranger's back

he watched and listened intently as the male leaned towards you with a hand on the table, a playful look of interest and a lewd smile as he spoke to you.

It made him grit his teeth.

If you would convince the man to leave him alone, Diluc would slip out of his hiding spot and towards you, simply asking you who that was, if he was kind etc.

He would hold his tongue about his burning jealously that made him body warmer and eyes brighter, Diluc felt it would be foolish to do so

That doesn't mean that he wouldn't show it through actions

Diluc would be more touchy, hold your waist closer, seemed to almost tower over you as he held you close in crowded spaces

Though it wasn't intimidating, it was safe and comfortable under his taller stature

However, if the strange man seemed to be making you uncomfortable despite your pleas to respectfully leave you alone, Diluc would not just stand by and wait for him to leave

As a bartender, and the protector of Mondstat he had seen plenty of times what men did in response to rejection

It broke his heart at the thought of you being so greatly hurt over something so insignificant he wouldn't stand for it

Diluc made his way over and immediately told him off as he shoved him away

He would bend down to your eye level and hold your cheeks in his warm hands

"Are you alright my dear? Do you want to go home? What do you need?" He would whisper softly, caring about nothing else then your comfort as he knew such things were scary

His jealousy would turn into protection for you. He couldn't loose you, not ever, as long as you were his lover, he would protect you

Even if it was his own selfish desires to keep you for himself

If the conversation had made you uncomfortable Diluc would do everything to comfort and hold you, give you as many smooches and hugs as you required

Whatever soothed your nerves whilst he dealt with the situation

If it hadn't and you just didn't know, he would quietly bring up his jealousy later on when you two are alone at home

He wouldn't outright ask you for reassurance if you don't want to give it as he is perfectly fine without it

But God help me does this man get so cute when he's timidly trying to ask you if you still like him

He wouldn't have it against you if you didnt. He would understand but it doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt

Diluc loves you to death and would do anything for your happiness even if one day it means not being with you

He'll always keep you safe from the prying eyes of lustful men, and always ask you at the end of it if his response was okay

He would never want to seem off as controlling or abusive to you

But do forgive him, sometimes he cant help but gatekeep you. You are his beloved after all. His and only his

Beidou:

The Captain of the Crux Fleet was too not one to get jealous

She was pretty relaxed and leniant

However there were times were she wanted your attention on herself and no one else

A little toxic and selfish? probably

Did she care? No

On any of those days where she would be looking all over for you only to find you occupied by someone on her crew

Beidou would scoff slightly and not bother to try to hide her irritation

Everyone she knew, knew that you two were together

So why in the leviathan fuck was someone trying to flirt with you to earn your favor

No no that simply won't do

Beidou made her way over with long strides of her legs and wrapped both arms around your figure, pulling you close to her body, a sly smile on her lips

"Hello darling, might I ask whe the hell this is?"

By her tone you knew you were in trouble and you bit down on your lip softly, shrinking a little under her determined gaze

"Cat hold your tongue?" She chuckled softly and ignoring the strange look from the man who stole your time away from her, she scooped you up in her arms and into her chambers on the ship

It was safe to say after that night, and each night you didn't pay attention to her was everyone including yourself reminded of who you belonged to

So wheather Beidou had to split you open and fuck you until you shook and trembled with pleausure, loud enough to alert everyone on board to remind you that your attention was hers and hers alone as she plunged her fingers into you with a shit-eating grin

Or if she had to gently push you aside while she threw hands at whomever it was that dared to try to steal Captain Beidou's beloved, it didn't matter

So long as the message was given she would gladly do whatever it took

Arlecchino:

How you even managed to bag a baddie like Arlecchino no one knows, sometimes not even yourself or the woman in question

What you and her do know however, is that there is no backing out no matter what once you and her make it official

She is a fatui harbinger, she deals in death and in things much more gruesome then you can imagine

Though nowhere near what her comrade Columbina and Dottore have done, she is not one to be underestimated

Arlecchino would do anything for you, and in her sick mind if that meant to break your heart a few times to teach you that you belonged to her so be it

Don't get her wrong she loves you. She really really fucking loves you. She's obsessed with you

So fucking smitten for her pretty baby, how their tears fall from their pretty eyes as they plead for forgiveness, on their knees

Their little sniffles as she holds them after days of silent treatment

The little whimpers as she bites down harshly on scattered places on their body

And you couldn't Cover them up no matter what. No those were supposed to be seen, what would your girlfriend think if she saw you embarrassed of the bloody marks she took such time to place on you

Don't worry my dear she'll make it up to you, she finds it beautiful when your spread open on the empty conference table whilst she eats you out, its no bother really to please you just don't expect to cum when you need to

You don't deserve that much just yet

That's why you must be obedient without question to Arlecchino, only then would you recieve the prettiest things in the world

Only then would she allow you to cum wherever you wanted whenever you wanted

Her face, her fingers, her pussy, the table, the bed, the floor

It matters not as long as you were happy

Only then would she cradle and kiss you when you needed, hold you close to her warmth when you shivered from the storms in Scheznaya

Unless of course, you appeared to show interest in someone else

It didn't matter whether they were a friend or a foe, after all she's done for you

The protection, the love, the sex, the money how dare you speak to them with your smile and rapt attention

You couldn't have any of it anymore then if you preferred them

Forget about your snuggles at night or any sort of financial support for a while

If you wanted anything you would get it yourself, but since everything that was yours belonged to her as well....goodluck

It would only last for so long tho, even Arlecchino couldn't stand to keep her hands off you longer then a few days

Though to survive whilst she threw her tantrums, some of the harbingers, most likely Childe would take pity on you and give you money

Best hope Arlecchino doesn't find out, or you really won't be getting any of her affections any time soon

And what happened to whomever it was taking up your time...

Best leave that to the imagination, or The Knave would fear that she would truly scare you away

#genshin fic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin x you #diluc x reader #beidou #beidou smut #beidou hcs #beidou x reader #arlecchino headcannons #arlecchino #arlechinno x reader #arlecchino smut #toxic relationship #angst #smut #genshin smut #jealousy #jealousy hcs #diluc smut #genshin impact hcs #genshin headcanons #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino hcs #fatui headcanons #fatui harbingers

[harmonysanreads]

⚝彡 Rules

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Yandere

Dark Content

Reader Insert

Female/Gender Neutral Reader

Oneshots/Scenarios/Headcannons/Interactions

Fluff/Comfort

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

SFW

Reader with a certain personality trait (e.g. shy, snarky)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

Suicide (The act in vivid detail)

Male Reader

Explicit NSFW (Very vague implications are fine though.)

Religious themes

Cult stuff

Omegaverse/Animal Characteristics

Character x OC

Character x Character (ships)

Underage

Incest/Stepcest

Physical Abuse

Reader with specific physical traits (height, skin color etc)

Yandere Reader

THINGS IN CONSIDERATION

Pregnancy/Baby-trapping (Skeptical, but I'll do it if the idea is interesting enough.

Poly relationships (As stated above.)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

(The names in bold signify characters I'm most interested in writing. The names in purple signify characters that I really love.)

⚝彡 GENSHIN IMPACT

↬al haitham, scaramouche/wanderer, raiden shogun/ei, lyney, kamisato ayato, yae miko, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, xiao, shenhe, ningguang, yelan, kamisato ayaka, tighnari, lumine, aether, venti, dainsleif, pantalone, arlecchino, diluc, albedo, cyno, zhongli, candace, il dottore, sandrone, columbina, kaveh, clorinde, neuvillette, wriothesley, furina, chiori

⚝彡HONKAI STAR RAIL

↬kafka, stelle, blade, himeko, march 7th, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, acheron, sunday, black swan, argenti, ruan mei

ADDITIONAL NOTES

↬ Please be kind and patient with me, as I'm (unfortunately) quite the perfectionist, it takes time for me to post since I want to make sure I'm satisfied with what I've written first >:(

↬Please send all requests via my ask box, not my dms.

↬ Please specify if you want the writing to be non-yandere, otherwise I'll automatically assume Yandere since this blog focuses on that.

↬ Do remember that I have every right to reject/ignore a certain request if it discomforts me, violates the rules or simply doesn't interest me at the moment. Though, I'll try my best to answer everything :)

↬ Please do not send requests for sequels to my oneshots like A Funerary Smile . But, I may consider a sequel request if it's a character I really love/if you can be creative with your request.

↬ Lastly, please don't hesitate to send in an ask now, part of why I decided to open them was because I wanted to connect with my readers and fellow writing blogs! We're all simps who just want to indulge a little, so there really is nothing to be afraid of <3

#rules #request rules

[blzzrdstryr]

Yandere!Harbingers having a celebrity darling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ezri261]

Personal Assistant...

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 4

Part 3

Warnings: Degradation, cursing, an organ getting cut off

"What do you mean gone?! You better be pulling my leg here, Tartaglia!"

Dottore shouted at the ginger, not believing that his loyal assistant is gone from his room, surely the ginger was just bluffing to get a reaction out of him, right?!

The masked man was overthinking to the point that he was already marching over to (M/N)'s headquarters, along with the rest of the harbingers and the [alive] assistants. [yk, bc op died lmao, rip bozo]

The said male threw the door open, making a shelf full of plants fall down to the floor, dirtying it.

"Ah... Milords and miladies, what brings you here?"

(M/N) was quite startled that every harbinger was there- They even destroyed his plants! He was furious but nevertheless, he couldn't snap at them as he didn't want to die yet.

"My apologies, (M/N), Tartaglia informed us that you weren't in your room."

"Lord Pierro, Lord Tartaglia, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I just took a shower. Sorry for the trouble."

"No worries, (M/N). It seems as though Tartaglia wasn't looking hard enough for you, how lazy."

Sandrone replied, eyeing Tartaglia up and down, she was mad at him for ruining her beauty sleep. As while Arlecchino sighed and shooed the others away, wanting some rest herself.

"Get some rest (M/N), apologies for barging in."

"It's no problem, Lord Capitano."

The harbinger nodded and went out of the room with the rest of them. It was quite weird that all of them went to (M/N)'s room altogether though.

Two days has passed and (M/N) was back to working with Dottore, nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary, just the usual when working with him; Experiments, delusion making, drugs, potions, visions(?), pills that make you tell the truth- Wait-

"Now tell me (M/N), where were you last night? Because I, for one, know that, that ginger wouldn't wake us all up just for a misunderstanding."

Dottore was standing in front of (M/N), while the male was sitting down at a chair, tied to a rope to prevent him from escaping.

"Lord Dottore, I was at my room, showering. Lord Tartaglia must've not seen me."

"Tell me the truth or I'll force it out of you."

He was slowly losing his patience, it would be a shame to kill a person who helps him with his experiments, he'll probably just leave him with... Permanent blindness in his right eye.

"My Lord, if I may be bold, I am telling the truth- AH-"

Dottore forcefully grabbed his chin and forced his mouth wide open to swallow the pill. It didn't take long for (M/N) to swallow the pill and cough harshly due to not having anything to push the pill down easily.

"Now tell me, for the love of Tsaritsa- Where have you been?"

"I was at- I was at Lord Scaramouche's hiding place-!"

It was quiet for a moment until Dottore grabbed (M/N)'s shirt and pulled him towards himself, he was seething in anger and if anyone were to enter the room right at this moment, they would be dead before they could even step another second.

"WHERE IS THE BALLADEER AT?! TELL ME YOU, STUPID PEASANT!"

"I don't- I don't know!"

Now (M/N) was trembling in fear, quite scared for his life as the masked man thrashed the lab, his creations being broken left and right. Everybody knew of Dottore's outbursts and it wasn't nearly as bad as this one, in fact, you could even say that this one was the worse out of all of them.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Sir- I told you, I do not know, he's always on the run!"

"YOU USELESS FUCK!"

He grabbed a- A FUCKING MACHETE?!!? jk

He grabbed a pocket knife and lodged it into (M/N)'s right eye and the tied-up male couldn't do anything but grunt out in extreme pain while trying to catch his breath and try his best to stay awake.

"You'll be cleaning up this mess once you wake up tomorrow morning. And you will be testing out this potion I made. Am I understood?"

(M/N) was confused but nonetheless, nodded and finally passed out due to lack of blood and exhaustion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . You didn't think that this was the end, did you?

Dottore picked up the passed-out male and took care of him swiftly before carrying him back to his room, putting him on the bed so he could recover comfortably.

He leaned in and whispered to his ear; "Just so you know, this experiment of mine will determine whether you'll die or not."

With that, he left the room with the injured male sleeping soundly.

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING PART 4 AND I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER 😭🙏 I WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK ON IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTOR CAUSE I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING IN MY LEFT EAR, BUT I GOT IT FIXED, DW!! I'LL TRY TO POST PART 5 AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AND YES, IT'S SMUT. taglist:

@kyaaii @sarahyumiko2 @yunadxd @yourdadisabitchboy @justakiro @leafinapuddle @auticorrett @justakiro @illytian @yukinarengoku @annoying-and-upset @amimo3 @dontjudgeabookbythecover @n310el @instantitsu @mitsukashi @leavemealing @rul-of-demise @gallantys @leafanonsforest @eliciana @felix088 @harlanfalcon @traumamakesmefunnier @qluvrv @ninexero 

#fatui x reader #dom reader #sub yandere #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere #capitano #columbina #dom male reader #fatui #sub fatui harbingers #sub fatui

[pigeonpeach]

Hello my name is peachy! I use she/her and I’m bisexual. My format sucks because i primarily use mobile! But I write primarily for Genshin impact. Other fandoms I’ve been in include: Kill la kill, Voltron (unfortunately), She ra, Honkai Star rail, Bee and puppy cat, and Studio Ghibli. Currently I’m hyperfixated on Genshin though so I’ll only be writting for that. Feel free to send request or thirsts in my inbox!

Also I main Beidou in genshin depsite the navia branding on the page right now. I have her too

I do write lots of wlw but also mlw because I’m bi. I occasionally post horny stuff of my own but most of the time its implied because i am very insecure in my smut skills. I mostly do fem reader or gender neutral reader stuff. I’ve never done exclusively make reader yet as most of my fans are female. I may in the future if there’s a greater demand for it

Stuff I will write

Yandere, nsfw content, female x male or female characters provided they’re of age and I know the character. Women with dicks,

Also fluff and silly scenarios. Mostly revolving around cats

What i won’t write

Inc*st, stepc*st, age play, watersp*rts,

Characters i most commonly write for: Jean, Diluc, Arlecchino.

That doesn’t mean i might not write for other characters, i have actually, i just most commonly write about those.

Dni if you are: homophobic, TERFS, Biphobic, zionist, racists, RTCA, UNDERAGE, Proshipper, MAPS and so on just don’t be a shitty person!

I will block people that I see like this. I don’t care if it’s unprofessional. I am not a professional.

#pinned post #intro post #introduction

[kentoberry]

RULES

♡ this is a genshin impact and jujutsu kaisen-centric blog. i will be writing primarily nsfw content, though occasionally may write sfw.

♡ i mostly write for sub f readers, though will occasionally write gn content.

♡ for sfw content, i will not write anything angsty nor withany heavy focus on triggering topics.

♡ kinks that i do not write:

noncon, incest, yandere, heavy gore or woundfucking, male reader, character x character, dom reader, blood, scat.

DNI

♡ if you're racist, sexist, homophobic, ableist, etc.

♡ any ed / self harm blogs (or anything with extreme, untagged triggering content for that matter.)

♡ if you send hate to any blog or start drama.

♡ if you're under the age of eighteen - this is an "18+" blog only.

♡ if you post a lot about tears of themis.

BYF

♡ please use tone indicators, they help a lot.

♡ this is a dark content blog. all triggers will either be mentioned above the cut or will be tagged as "cw [trigger]".

♡ be cautious that i may take time to reply, as i have other responsibilities outside of this blog.

WHO I WRITE FOR

♡ jjk:

toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto, naoya zen'in, sukuna, mahito, megumi fushiguro, yuuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, maki zen'in, mai zen'in. (all characters are aged up to 20+)

♡ genshin impact:

albedo, itto, beidou, diluc, eula, ganyu, gorou, jean, kaeya, ayaka, ayato, keqing, sara, shinobu, mona, ningguang, ei, rosaria, kokomi, zhongli, shenhe, thoma, tartaglia, arlecchino, all fatui harbingers, yae miko, yelan, scaramouche, dehya, alhaitham, tighnari.

#delilah's navi.