Following post contains the list of all of my yandere GI works. Characters are listed in alphabetical order. Most of the time reader is gn and yanderes are romantic, if not I will write it nearby.
Albedo
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt boys edition]
[Yanderes getting pegged] - NOT SFW
[Reaction to Darling dying]
Fics:
Galatea
Chrysalis
Prima materia
Amber
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt girls edition]
[Darling dies in childbirth]
[Darling escapes]
Beidou
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
Fics:
Yan!Beidou x fem!reader - fem!reader
Treasure - fem!reader
Dainsleif
Hcs:
[General yandere hcs]
Fics:
Sacriliege
Alone together
Diluc
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt boys edition]
Yanderes with an inexperienced and willing Darling
[Darling dies in childbirth]
[Yanderes getting pegged] - NOT SFW
[Intimacy and relationship hcs]
[Reaction to Darling dying]
[Time rewinds everytime Darling dies]
[Fairytale AU - yandere harem]
[Darling is affectionate with others]
[Eula and Diluc sharing a Darling]
Fics:
Like a fairy tale - fem!reader
Misery
Dissolution - NOT SFW
Midnight chatter
Cant - NOT SFW
Eula
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt girls edition]
[Darling escapes]
[Eula and Diluc sharing a Darling]
[Darling turning down love confession]
Ganyu
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
[Darling dies in childbirth]
Jean
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt girls edition]
[Darling escapes]
[Fairytale AU - yandere harem]
Fics:
Cheater!reader breaking up with Jean
Kaeya
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt boys edition]
Yanderes with an inexperienced and willing Darling
[Yanderes getting pegged] - NOT SFW
[Reaction to Darling dying]
Fics:
Moth into flame
By proxy - platonic yandere
Prima materia
Kazuha
Hcs:
[Darling is affectionate with others]
Keqing
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
Lisa
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
Lisa x shy darling - NOT SFW, fem!reader
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt girls edition]
[Darling escapes]
[Fairytale AU - yandere harem]
Ningguang
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
Rosaria
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt girls edition]
[Darling escapes]
[Darling turning down love confession]
Sara
Hcs:
[Darling turning down love confession]
Scaramouche:
Yandere!Scaramouche x Fatui harbinger!reader
Sara
Fics:
A silent plea
Tartaglia
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
Childe x cold sensitive darling
[Daring getting an upper hand hcs - Liyue boys edition]
Yanderes with an inexperienced and willing Darling
[Reaction to Darling dying]
[Time rewinds everytime Darling dies]
[Fairytale AU - yandere harem]
[Darling is affectionate with others]
Fics:
Storge
Reveries series:
Reveries of the Past
Reveries of changes
Reveries of turmoil
Thoma
Fics:
The price of kindness
Venti
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Mondstadt edition] - NOT SFW
[Yanderes caring for a sick Darling - Mondstadt boys edition]
[Reaction to Darling dying]
Xiao
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
[Daring getting an upper hand hcs - Liyue boys edition]
[Reaction to Darling dying]
Fics:
Human weaknesses
Zhongli
Hcs:
[General yandere hc - Liyue edition] - NOT SFW
[Daring getting an upper hand hcs - Liyue boys edition]
I just think that Childe loves overstimulating his Darling. Especially if he hasn't seen you for a while, so he makes it his mission to make you orgasm so much it's almost painful. Yelan and Ayato love doing it too, but they would rather use some fancy toys, while Tartaglia uses mainly his tongue and fingers.
Yelan would probably also bind you somehow and make you beg loudly, and Ayato would be so awful about, the tease. He would ask you why are you crying after making you orgasm for nth time
Short post, but I think that Childe, Beidou and Diluc experience cute aggression near you. You're so cute, so adorable they want to hug you so hard they crush you and they could crush you.
Childe oscillates between being super careful around you, because you're so much weaker and frailer than him, he could break like you a twig, and roughousing and bullying you, because he likes seeing you all teary and stressed. He would eat you if he could.
Beidou is also mindful - she wants to hold you a little tighter and her touches are also persistent. Loves manhandling you, she can lift you with one hand, isn't it so cute?
Diluc thinks you're as fragile as a glass. He is afraid of breathing too much in your direction. The urge to squeeze is there, it's strong, but his discipline is stronger. Looks at you like you're a bunny and he's a hawk.
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 hcs - reacting to the attempt on your life
Mondstadt male edition
Starring: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti
CW: Yandere, violence, human experimentation, drugging
Albedo
I think Albedo is the type of person with enough insight to predict and eliminate any problems even before they arise. If he thinks you're the kind to get yourself assassinated he will make sure that nothing can get to you, so the attempt on your life should be totallly unexpected to even happen.
The moment he learns of what almost happened Albedo finds himself frozen - how is he supposed to react to something like this? But this is only a moment and the next second Albedo already tries to deduce what lead to the attempt and where your attacker is hiding now.
He will gently comfort you, before convincing you to take sleep medicine and then he will be gone, capturing your assaulter(s) and using them as a subject to less Favonius approved experiments. A week or two later you might see the most bizzare and pathetic looking creature with a strangely intelligent eyes, Albedo will only shrug and smile softly when you ask what this creature is.
Diluc
His first instinct is to blame himself - first he was too weak to save his father, now his notoriety has inflicted harm upon you. It doesn't matter if the would be murder had nothing to do with him, Diluc would still find a way to feel guilty about it.
Diluc isn't the best at comforting people and the thirst for vengeance would burn to brightly in his blood, for him to stop and properly console you. He will, most likely, spend an hour or two trying to soothe you, before coaxing or tricking you into drink some strong calming medicine and then plan the revenge.
The days he spends to finding and punishing your attackers, you would spend under the watchful gaze of Adelinde, as Diluc has no one he trusts more. The second he has finished exacting their punishment he will stick to your side, spending almost every hour of the day with you.
Kaeya
Kaeya is frozen when he hears the news - his body completely going stiff, expression turning unreadable as thousand of thoughts strike him at once. He always had known that such events could occur, with him being who he is and having you tied to him, yet he never had truly anticipated it.
Kaeya will gently calm you down, remaining by your side for your safety and comfort, while some of his underlings and spies look into the would be assassination. Once they find the lead, he will start his own investigation, while leaving you with someone he trusts, and will check up on you regularly.
In the end, once the assassin is caught he will question the identity of the employer and then he will proceed depending on the said identity. If it's someone noteworthy and well-known Kaeya will be sure to stage a complete character assassination. He will dragout the long, humiliating processof uncovering their crimes whether they're real or staged and then lock them up once all of their loved ones are too ashamed to associate with them. If it's a nobody, then it makes it easier for them to disappear behind the bars of Favonius cells.
Venti
Venti is an ancient deity, who has seen all kinds of depravity that human can conjure - something like assassination, shouldn't come as a surprise for him, and it doesn't. He hears about it through the winds - the whole Mondstadt rests in the palm of his hand and no secret can be kept hidden for long.
He will stop it at the very start, offender falling to their death after a small help of bad weather- an accident, really, with none being the wiser. His behavior in the aftermath may be a little clingier. Venti is old and thinking about your mortality makes him feel old.
Expect him to stay a little bit more, look at you a little more intently. Venti is good at pretending to be human, when he never was, and these things just highlight the fact.
Request: Which (half or full human) male yan in Genshin would be hardest to escape from?
Let's say darling managed to bolt and make it to a faraway country. Which male yan (that's at least half human, so this excludes Xiao, Venti, Zhongli, Scara, Albedo, etc) do you think would be likeliest to have you back (alive) in his arms eventually? (In terms of sheer determination and ability even across the entire region of Teyvat)
Sorry if this is the wrong place to ask, this is my first time submitting an ask since I've only lurked on tumblr up till this point. English is not my first language so I hope my ask makes sense.
I think a lot of yanderes (if not all) would be willing and desperate enough to travel Teyvat by foot in search of their beloved, but there are definitely those who can afford it and those who don't.
Characters with enough money and good social standing will be able to narrow your window of escape and expand their chances of capturing you back to their loving embrace. These yanderes are(in descending order of getting away from them): Diluc, Ayato, Childe.
Diluc is the hardest to escape - the man is filthy rich and unlike Ayato or Childe he's not as stifled with a title to uphold. He can afford to chase you to the end of the world without causing too much damage to his image or business - Mondstadters may think he travels to establish new deals and expand his already gigantic wine empire, and there are Adelinde and Elzer to oversee the winery and domestic affairs. He is no longer a knight captain, and with his less than amicable disposition towards his old order, Jean and his former colleagues won't pry into his matters too much.
All in all, Diluc is scarily rich with an equally scary lack of duties to bind him in one place.
Ayato is also rich, yet he has the reponsibilities before the people of Inazuma and his clan, responsibilities he can't and won't neglect, so he has to plan and wait. Travelling isn't new to him, yet his journeys have to be politically beneficial for his clan at least in some degree - Ayato can't afford to be away, avoiding the title of the commisioner. Yet the same title also lends him some benefits, such as the usage of the Yashiro commision resources and eyes and ears of Shuumatsuban. Some of his requests may raise some eyebrows, so Ayato needs to be discreet, or at least have a convincing legend painting you as some kind of fugitive criminal that poses unique threat, that only Yashiro commision will be able to eliminate.
Ayato is rich and politically influential which gives him both advantages and disadvantages.
Childe is an interesting case - his servitude provides him with the help of the Northland Bank, yet it's also the same servitude that stops and stiffles him. If you're someone famouse, someone significant in the Teyvat world, then Childe won't be able to pursue you, as this will directly impact Fatui image and thus Tsaritsa too, should the truth leak out. On the other hand, Childe is one of the Harbingers, he has a horde of underlings at his beck and call, who were taught to never question their orders, so it won't be hard for him to order someone else to bring you back.
Idk, I had a massive depressive episode lately and idk whether I'll be able to write anything or not, but you're welcome to send your rq. No guarantees I'll write it tho
“Darling escaping Fatui” fanfic anon here. I have finally posted a fic inspired from your Sandrone hc. Copy this number and paste it behind “works” on ao3.
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Alternatively, look up “Entrap” by Lirational_Imagines. Sorry for the inconvenience as anon does not allow links.
OMG, I am so happy you wrote it. Everyone, look at this fic and leave them kudos.
would you mind disclosing whether you’re an adult or a minor? i don’t want to interact with minors who write nsfw topics
Tgis blog has some posts about me working at a bank, drinking alcohol(the latest post mentions it too), but since it seems lacking to you, I will spell it out. I am not a minor
Yan!Childe and gn!Fatui!reader, implied Zhongli x reader
Not really Childe/reader, more Childe-centric
In the world of soulmates he is lonely.
CW: Yandere, Fatui, mentions of sexual slavery, imprisonment
A/N: I am drunk
He's six when Ajax (Yashen'ka for now, because his mama loves to call him so) learns of soulmates. It's your special person, a person who will love you regardless of anything, his mama says, her eyes distant and dreamy, you can find them by the special mark on your arms.
But his hands are bare, skin marred only by the small bruises after play fighting with other boys, and for a moment Ajax wants to weep, his face already pink and eyes teary - his mother doesn't have a father's name on her hands, and that's why he thinks, that's why they're so miserable together and the prospect of not even having the chance at happiness is terrifying.
His mother notices it, of course she does, she always does and then comforts him her hand warm on his cheek - Yashen'ka, she says, don't cry, maybe your special someone simply isn't born yet.
Ajax (still Yashen'ka, with his chubby cheeks and sparkly blue eyes) stops and nods, deep thought marring childish features - waiting seems awful, he can barely wait mere minutes and now he has to wait for the birth of his beloved. It's beyond awful, yet Ajax finds all the strength and patience his six year old heart has set his mind to it.
If it means he will get to meet his soulmate then he will wait.
***
He's 12 when other children start talking. When Ajax was younger his peers paid no mind to his hands, to the pristine, untouched skin on his wrists, a little over a year ago he was just another playmate.
Now he is an outcast. Too weak to defend himself, Ajax can do nothing but endure and pretend. Some scoff at him, some laugh. Your soulmate will be learning to walk and speak once you turn thirty, Olesya teases him giggling behind her hand, you will be an old, old man once you find them.
Or maybe you will never have a soulmate, Yashen'ka, Nadya adds and makes a face at him. He makes a face at her in return and wears the cheer and indifference, but it hurts. Hurts so much that he wants to run, somewhere where people won't scoff or laugh at him.
Please, let my fate be born earlier, he prays the same day before the image of Tsaritsa. Morepesok is a small village and with the scoffs and laughs it seems even smaller. Derision follows his every step and Ajax has little strength to force himself to be still and strong and immovable.
He wants to run. Morepesok is strangling him.
Please let my fate be born earlier and let us meet. I will treasure them more than anything, I will die for them.
***
He's 14 when he runs. He's 14 when he falls.
The wolves and frost scare him and he cries as his legs hurt. His entire body aches and, yet he can't stop lest he falls victim to their sharp teeth. He cries harder as he falls, his eyes locked onto the piece of greyish winter sky, shrinking with every second of his fall. He cries even more once he finally hits the ground of Abyss.
It's a strange, eerie place. It devours him and his soul and Ajax would gladly take Nadya's and Olesya's laughs and scoffs for the rest of his life rather than spend another minute here. He prays to Cryo Archon again and scrambles, hiding in shadows from any suspicious sound. Tsaritsa doesn't answer his begging just as she didn't answer then.
Skirk finds him half-dead from hunger when that little of food he took with himself is exhausted. She scares him just as much as the rest of Abyssal monsters, if not more, but the fear passes soon.
Skirk molds him into something elegant and lethal - she teaches him the language of violence, with its metaphors and similes. She makes him a poet and doesn't let him rest until he's fluid, like a native.
You're good, she says, her abyss marred arm petting his hair. Her skin full of burns and scars is strangely untouched by the name. Ajax' heart stills at that and he calms. If Skirk lacks this, then maybe it's not so bad, he thinks, and grabs the makeshift spear, readying to lunge into another battle.
Yes, Ajax thinks, maybe it's good I am unmarked too.
It's a sign.
***
People are scared of him. His mother and father and older siblings. They all look like they mourn him. It doesn’t bring as much pain to Ajax as he thought it would.
He starts fights - mostly out of boredom, but sometimes to punish those who laughed at him.
Your hellion is uncontrollable, Baba Lyuba says to his mother, your boy needs a stern hand, adds Old Oleg. He stopped being weak and became strong, yet it didn’t stop him from being an outcast.
His father’s decision to enlist him into the army doesn’t surprise or upset Ajax too much - he already expected something like that.
His mother and sister cry and kiss him when the recruiters come for him and for a second Ajax forgets the three months he spent there and pretends to be sweet Yashen’ka for their sake.
***
Childe is 17 when he meets you.
You're a quiet shadow trailing behind Pulcinella and he pays you little mind - you have a pretty face, but the clothes you wear are that of regular Fatui and his senses tell him you’re no threat, so you’re clearly not worthy of his time. He focuses on the fellow Harbinger instead as Pulcinella takes out a couple of pictures - smiling Tonya and Anton, sleepy Teucer in their hands and Childe melts.
Tsaritsa sends him further and further away from the motherland with each mission and so the glimpses of his family become even more precious than they were.
Pulcinella's voice (low, calm, the one Childe sometimes wishes his father to have) slowly narrates each picture - Tonya was asking about you, Teucer too, Anton wanted you to have this - a colourful scribble - your mother worries for you too.
Childe catches each word carefully, greedily - he has always been eager to hear of his family, even more so when the Zhenya on Tonya's wrist visited Morepesok (he has been so joyous and envious of his little sister, to be born with the name at the very start, to know you have someone), and so when Pulcinella ends, Childe asks him in turn.
It's a jest of empty politeness, something Childe feels he's obligated to do, since the other Harbinger made all this way to bring the news of his family, when his eyes stumble upon you gain.
There's a strange feeling - one he had never felt before, a part of him cowers before it, like creatures of darkness and night cower before the daylight. You glow within his vision, as if the Sun radiates within you. He looks at you and sees the warmth of amber and honey gold, he smells the bloodshed and wealth. He's lost.
The feeling passes, just as fast as it started. Childe forces himself to engage in the conversation with Pulcinella, yet his eyes wander to you again and again. He shakes it off as best as he can.
He has orders to carry out and people to slaughter.
Childe still notes that both of your wrists are covered.
***
Tartaglia meets you years later - once his skill are enough for Tsaritsa to send him alone. Retrieve the Geo Archon's heart, she orders and Childe bows.
He learns of your presence much later, once the servants prepare his baggage for a trip.
"It's an offering", Pulcinella explains: "to the Geo Archon".
You still stand behind him, still a quiet shadow, and you look tense. Childe sees it in the white knuckled fists and spring tight posture, like you're ready to bolt.
An offering, he thinks and then scrunches his face - myths say that in the ancient times, unmarked people like him were widely sought, not as a spouses, but concubines. Early cultures placed a lot of sanctity on the bond between two soulmates - to lay with someone else's fate was regarded as a sin, yet the rule didn't apply to those who had no soulmate.
Rich and powerful men would start their own harems of beautiful young men and women whose skin was never marked and the public looked the other way - they had no soulmate, so they needn't save themselves or the purity of their body.
Tartaglia knew that Morax, the Eternal Lord, ruled for over two thousand years, while his lifespan counted for around six thousand years. He must've seen these old barbaric practices, maybe he even had participated in one, Childe thinks as he reads the report of his mission.
He looks at you again.
What a pity.
***
"You must be scared", Childe says to you and you shiver at that and then force yourself to be still, your gaze purposefully not meeting his.
Snezhnayan ship gently rocks on the calm waves, as it's coal-eating engine rumbles lowly, like a steady thump of heart. Tartaglia doesn't expect you to answer, and instead focuses on the sound of working engine, his head blissfully empty for a moment. He sees the golden honey and sunlight wealth behind his eyelids.
"I am fine, I knew it would happen to me since I was twelve", you say, tone flat and inflectionless, resigned and perfectly suiting the visage of the silent shadow Tartaglia have came to associate you with.
"Twelve?"
"Yes"
Oh, and now this full emptiness is gone and Childe finds his thoughts buzzing again, loud and dizzy like an angered hive. There's a twinge of pain and shame he feels prick at his heart - Fatui's inner workings are no secret to the higher ups, Childe always knew of Dottore's and Sandrone's experimentations, the reason why so much children went missing in the last few years, yet to have to face the truth was an entirely different thing. There was no plausible deniability, no thin sheet of "what ifs" and "maybes" to hide himself from the fact of Fatui's crimes and Tartaglia found himself deep in thought, eyes unseeing and ears deafened by the inner cacophony.
What would he do if he was in your place? What if it were Anton and Tonya? Would Childe betray Tsaritsa for the chance of saving them? Himself?
The questions remain unanswered and Childe finds himself sleepless that night, the sound of the wave and the rhythm of his heart steady and calm.
He wishes to dream of warm amber and blood-soaked gold.
***
Meeting with a Liyuen perfumer would be a fleeting moment if it wasn't for her hands.
Zhongli xiansheng was showing him around harbour, his pleasant voice strangely evoking the image of the same regal warmth and blood-soaked honey in Childe's had, so Childe indulged man, allowing him to talk and talk and spend his money despite the grief Pantalone would absolutely give him once Ajax returned to Snezhnaya.
This woman, Ying'er(?) was fliertier than it was proper, talking in that low and sultry tone that usually enticed people, when she finally caught Childe's attention. The wrists of her hands were uncovered for a second, a frilly sleeve of gentle shade revealing untainted skin of her wrists. She had no names on either of them, yet Childe sensed no shame in her, no feeling of absence and inadequacy.
Zhongli xiansheng just smiled at that, humming something about the youth before he politely excused himself, leaving Tartaglia staring at the woman.
He finds xiansheng half an hour later, a little dreamy and giddy - Zhongli thinks it's the effect of Ying'er, and it is and isn't. What affects Childe so greatly is the twenty minute conversation he has with the woman. There's no surprise when he show her his own wrist, bared and untouched (and a part of him that still feels weak says how wrong it is, to be so bare), and there's something akin to kindness as she says something about her own worries. "I thought I was broken and lacking for a time", she says, twirling her hair in what he guesses is a suggestive manner: "but then I realized it meant I wasn't chained to anyone, free to choose whoever I want".
They talk for a while and Ying'er's voice still lingers in his mind as he listens to hongli recommend the local restaurants, and nods, his mind faraway, in the second room on the third floor of the Northland Bank, where you are kept.
Pulcinella said that you were to be looked after at all times, because there were incidents and your almost succesful escapes at the start of your stay at Fatui's. Childe can't imagine what it feels like - to be cornered and suffocated without the ability to run, he tries to picture younger you - twelve, thirteen, fourteen - the time when the fight didn't leave your spirit, when the hope wasn't beaten out of your body and he feels the ache and grief for someone he could've met but didn't.
He feels the same suffocation everytime he trespasses this room - windowless and small, more prison than living space, and that's why he escapes. His words are hanging, useless and dead, all the promises he wanted to make to you withered in the second, frail like the dried petals.
Would he be treated as you if it wasn't for his skills? Would he be as powerless and humiliated as you are if he wasn't the willing weapon in Her hands? Was the lack of his own mark forgiven by the Godess of Love solely due to his yearning for bloodshed and purpose?
He dreams of the warm amber and he wishes for you dream of the bloodshed, great leviathans and the endless sea.
***
"Why do you ask this, Childe?", Zhongli xiansheng asks, his brows raised and warm amber eyes looking straight at him. This is the first time Tartaglia sees the consultant surprised.
"Let's say it's morbid curiousity", he replies, the cheer to faux to be believable. The tea leaves nice aftertaste on his tongue and he downs it in one go, before pouring himself another one.
Zhongli grimaces, maybe from the question Childe asked, or the lack of his manners and the handling of the kettle, takes another sip and then answers: "There were... incidents of such manner, but all of such practices died down in the last millenia or so".
"Right", Childe says, slowly, carefully and still decides to ignore other's obvious discomfort:"and what would you if it happened to you?"
"Me", Zhongli sounds even more surprised: "as in becoming an... offering?", he says after a pause, and Childe would laugh at his expression if the same question didn't plague his mind for the last months, stripping him of sleep and peace.
"Yes".
Zhongli stops, his left hand going to touch the right one, but the motion stops too, quick and uncomfortable.
"Then I would do nothing. I don't believe Rex Lapis to be a cruel god".
***
Zhongli xiansheng's words do little to soothe Tartaglia's worries and he feels chained. There's a plan he must carry out, yet he feels hollow and this hollowness grows, as the plan spirals down into a completion.
The urge to just let you run becomes overwhelming over these weeks, and so, being the impulsive man he is, he gives in and slips a small key under the door of your room. The fatui guards have a sound drug induced sleep and for a moment Childe's heart stops, thinking that he messed up the dosage.
You peek from the door, a minute later, eyes going wide as platters as you see who exactly gave you the key. "Go", he mouths, and shows you the way out of the back door, away from Yekaterina's eyes, explains the way to the house of his reliable friend and a part of him sings.
He closes his eyes, dreaming of the day he can come home, and lick the Sun through your skin. He thinks of amber and honey and how you will wait for him obediently in the little house he bought.
He just needs to figure out how to get you out of Liyue and back into Snezhnaya and who to blame for your escape.
He will accuse Vitaly, Ajax thinks, he never liked his loud mouth and cruel words.
***
The picture he sees shatters Ajax.
Zhongli xiansheng - the man he thought he could trust , the man he trusted your escape with kisses you, deeply and passionately.
His throat makes an aborted sound and he wants to murder both of you, yet his body doesn't move, can't move, as his eyes latch onto another thing.
Your wrists, marked of the name of your soulmate, Rex Lapis, branded into the skin with a liquid gold, and Childe thinks he's going insane as he rethinks the events of the last couple of years.
He runs, yet he doesn't fall. He feels like Yashen'ka again.
To Abyss with plans, he thinks, as he collects the adeptal seals, hands trembling from anger, if it doesn't work out and Osial doesn't drown Liyue, he will.
CW: Noncon/dubcom, coercion, reader is a monterfucker and Capitano is a monster, scratching and biting, humiliation
A/N: I don't think it's very yandere or can be considered yandere, but I'll tag it just to be safe. PWP
Surviving Fatui Harbinger requires some compromise. Usually with your own pride and dignity.
It’s not that you are a blushing virgin, who's never taken a cock before - you have, eagerly and enthusiastically, all sloppy kisses and drunken giggles. But there’s a difference between taking a stranger to bed, tipsy and hot after a couple of shots and flirting, and being forced to do so repeatedly, threatened by the very Capitano with what will happen to you and your compatriots once the word of your very anti-Tsaritsa conspiracy goes out.
Capitano, the bastard that he is, of course knows how much you hate this arrangement, and so he does his best to prolong it - he doesn’t take you right there and then, pinned against the wall in the dark alley he managed to catch you this time, no, Capitano, this bastard and monster, takes you to the hotel, expensive yet discreet enough, so no one there pays attention to you or your bruised, disheveled state.
Capitano leads you to the room, spacious and nicely decorated, with an obscenely big bed at the very center, when your knees give out under the stress and sheer exhaustion. It doesn’t stop the Harbinger from throwing you on the bed, though, and attacking your neck right as you land on the soft surface and you close your eyes.
He doesn’t remove the helmet, yet you still feel it - his tongue, too long and too scratchy to belong to a human - despite many contacts of more intimate nature you had with a fatui you never saw his face, or what is supposed to be it. Your mind eagerly supplies vivid images of monstrous atrocity and you cringe at yourself, feeling how much hotter you start to feel at the mere thoughts of it.
“My, my, you’re so excited already”, he drawls, his impossible long tongue retreating somewhere back to his head, as his fingers - big, with sharp talons on the end start to wander on your skin.
“Don’t slice it, you fucker”, you hiss, sensing how his hands scratch at your skin and clothes, at which he simply hums - Capitano likes to leave his marks, you think it’s his way of showing his conquest. And then you feel and hear it - the sound of the ripping fabric and his claws drawing you blood.
“I didn’t slice it” Capitano answers your scream of indignation, before he starts to bite your shoulder, his tongue lapping at the bleeding mark of his teeth - also too big and sharp to belong to a human. You shiver at the thought of what might be above you, and are tempted to open your eyes, to gaze at this thing that has tormented you for so long, yet you find yourself powerless to move even a single muscle, rendered to such helpless state by both lust and fear, thick and primal.
You don’t know how much the foreplay lasts - the feel of his hands and tongue are usually enough to pin you in the moment, keep still you for however long he wants, as he leaves more and more of his presence onto your body, as you melt and fall at the same time, caught between mind-numbing pleasure and absolute dread.
He pushes his cock into you as he always does - painlessly, yet unexpectedly. The first time it happened, when he took you on your four scared shitless and hyperventilating, you thought that a man of his size will surely rip you in two. You expected a stinging agony and blood, lots of blood, yet none of it came. His dick - similarly unhuman in feeling - filled you out, rearranged your guts, made you forget how to think and breathe, yet it didn’t rip you, didn’t hurt you. Maybe it was a part of his unhuman nature, maybe his skills in bed, you don’t know. nor do you care.
What you care about is his rhythm, slow and almost gentle, even his hands - so big, so strong - handle you too carefully for your liking. “Don’t you dare do this now”, you hiss at him, forgetting your fear and rocking your hips against him, as he hums, surely drinking in the sight of your impatience.
“My little whore is needy, hm?”, he asks and your cheeks burn at that, at how dare he call you that, yet you have no time to voice out the complaint. He picks up the pace, rough and fast, and you are stripped of ability to think, incoherent moans and whimpers escaping past your lips. He half moans, half groans too, muttering something about being a good little whore for him, how slutty you look and feel, how heavenly it is to be inside you. You don’t really listen, your eyes opening at a particularly hard thrust - the caution, the fear - it all melted away under his movements.
And you scream.
The thing you see is enough to drive you overboard and you orgasm, harder than ever in your life, face contorted with pleasure and dread.
And then you black out.
The next day greets you with a dim sunlight breaking through the window and someone insistently knocking on the door.
“Come”, you say, without really thinking, your body is sore and aching in that delicious way after an intense night, as you take in the surroundings once more. No Capitano in sight. In the daylight, a previously expensive room seems gaudy and overstuffed, you almost close your eyes again and go back to sleep, when a not so small detail catches your eyes.
The note, attached to the purse so full that it looks indecent, written by the hand you know: “This is for your clothes, and the pleasant night. - C”.
