Hello! I found your writings about yan!Dottore & I am a brand new fan!! You are such an awesome writer đ
Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"
Yandere Ayato, Dottore, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley x female reader (separate)
Thank you!<3 I only wrote for five of them, but Iâm thinking of writing for more of them in some other parts:)
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Warnings: imprisonment, manipulation
Word count: 2819
You ran and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. You needed to get to safety. Both for yourself and for your unborn child. Your bare feet were drumming over the wooden floors.
The Kamisato estate was like maze. The long hallways seemed never ending.
When you finally reached the door that led out to one of the gardens, you were filled with relief. You slid the door open and was welcomed by the heavenly sea breeze. Your joy, was however short lived.
Standing in the garden admiring the purple sunset was Ayato. He turned around and smiled gently. He motioned for you to join him and before you knew it, your feet had brought you by his side.
âThe sky is beautiful tonight, isnât it?â his eyes turned upward towards the endless sky.
You followed his gaze. The sky was in fact extremely beautiful. The purple colour the same shade as Ayatoâs eyes.
The man besides you was cunning and as cruel as a snake, but he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. His dark lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted to you. He remained silent for a while, just taking in the sight of you. He often did just that and it made you nervous, since you could never be completely sure as to what exactly ran through his brilliant mind.
âIâm glad you fell for my little trap. If you hadnât, I would have to enjoy this sunset all alone. Sunsets are best enjoyed by the side of someone you love, wouldnât you agree?â his melodic voice coiled around your mind. Enveloping you in a sense of serenity.
You quickly snapped out of it. âI want to leaveâ your voice low, but your words clear as day.
Ayato hummed at your words âWhy is that?â
âBecause Iâm more like a prisoner than your wifeâ you snapped.
âA prisoner? What gave you that idea?â he raised a brow.
âDonât play stupid Ayatoâ you sneered. âYouâre not letting me leave no matter what. Doesnât that sound awfully a lot like a prison to you?â
âIâm protecting you and at the same time Iâm keeping whatâs mine far away from prying eyes. Iâm doing you a favourâ his smirk completely gone and replaced by a cold glare.
âI refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!â you screamed, not caring about who could hear you.
âDonât think Iâll ever let you leave me. When you said yes to my proposal, you sealed your faith. Itâs not my fault you were unable to think about what the future involvedâ he smirked at your scared expression. âDonât cry, I mean you no harm. That much should be obvious.â
The dining room was decorated in an attempt at making it cozy. The grand chandelier that hung over the dining table casted a warm light over the table, almost making it homely. The plate in front of you was barely touched. You were hungry, but you didnât have the time to finish your meal.
You glanced up at the butler who was standing by the door. His eyes was glued to a spot on the far wall and his posture was rigid.
Your cleaned your mouth with the napkin before your rose from your seat. âIâm finished with my meal. Please tell Dottore when he returns to come to my chambersâ you told the maid as she silently cleaned up the dishes.
She bowed âYes madam.â
Your heels clicked against the polished wooden floors. You had to quickly change into different shows and more practical clothing.
You quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried to your huge closet that was the size of a small room. You changed into some thick trousers and warm boots with white fox fur.
You quickly pulled in your coat and a scarf. You opened the large windows and you peered down. You pulled on your hood and your mittens before you ventured down the ladder you had found in an abandoned closet in a part of the house that was rarely ever used.
The ladder creaked underneath your weight and you prayed that it would mange to hold you. Both of you.
You landed into the soft snow and you quickly ran down towards the gates.
The tall wrought iron gates were impossible to climb, especially if one was pregnant, but you had luckily borrowed the key from one of the butlers.
You twisted the key and the gates opens with a load groan. You could smell your freedom.
You locked the gate behind you before you walked down the hill that the house stood tall and proud on top.
The snow glittered in the moonlight and green-purple aurora danced over your head. The sight was so beautiful you almost wept.
As you wandered down the hill you got completely lost in the beauty of the winter landscape. You knew it was foolish, but you hadnât been outside in so long.
The sound of hoofs snapped you out of your daydreaming. As you raised your gaze you were met with the sight of your husbandâs beloved steel grey stallion. The stallion snorted hot air towards you. It looked like a beast at it stood tall in the moonlight.
On top of the proud animal was Dottore. His gaze sharp and would cause anyone who was on the receiving end of it to tremble. You were no different.
âWhat are you doing out here in the cold?â his voice colder than the cold winter wind that ruffled your hair.
At your silence he only sighed. âYou are truly a lost cause. Are you seriously going to cause your unborn child harm in order to escape? You are even more foolish than what I thoughtâ he scoffed as he made the horse circle you.
You spun around in order to keep an eye on his movements. âWhat makes you think I want to stay with you? Your arrogance disgusts me!â you sneered. âI refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!â your voice echoed through the treetops that surrounded the hill.
âWatch your tongueâ he spat.
Your escape attempt had been a complete failure.
Dottore had reprimanded you for hours when you had been brought back inside.
You fiddled with your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet his eyes.
âIf I ever catch you trying to escape ever again, thereâs going to be dire consequences. Youâre not going to accidentally harm my child. Our child. Do I make myself clear?â his tone stern.
Your eyes fixated on his neatly polished shoes. You nodded and muttered a low âyesâ.
He gripped your jaw and forced your head up. âIf you disobey me I will have to chain you to the bed and I really want to avoid that. So be a good girl.â
The purple cat-like eyes of the magician was narrowed in anger and hurt. He had just caught you as you had sneaked out of the house with bag packed with your clothes and necessities.
The living room was empty except from the two of you. His younger brother and sister were out on business.
The record player in the corner by the fireplace was playing the soft tune of a ballet he had taken you to when you first started dating.
Lyney was sitting in front of you on a red arm chair. He was resting his head on his arms. His gaze faced down as he thought on what to say to you.
The only thing that separated the two of you was the coffee table. Normally you would have taken you your time to clean it, but not today. Multiple cards were littered across it accompanied with some face flowers. The mess was surprisingly beautiful.
âI donât understand how you could do something like that to meâ his voice low. âI had it all sorted out. I have talked to Father and she has nothing against your pregnancy and our relationship. In fact she supports it. She knows how important family is after all.â
âBut you had to try and ruin it. I really donât understandâ his violet eyes met yours. They were filled with more emotions than what you could possibly make out.
âLynette and Freminet even said they can take care of the baby if the two of us have plans or need some time for ourselves. Yes, Freminet is still a teenager, but heâs still fit to look after a child. He often take care of the younger children in The House. And Lynette has always had a soft spot for babyâsâ his voice was getting louder.
âYou donât get it do you, Lyney?â
âGet what exactly?â his eyes scanned your features for something.
âYouâre a cruel man. You have locked my away just because you think itâs for the best. You havenât even bothered to even ask me what I want!â your voice was getting louder and louder by each word that left your lips. âI refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!â you stood up form the couch. Your finger pointed at him. âYou disgust me.â
His mouth fell open in disbelief. Crystal tears welled up in his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away. âWhat?â his voice was weak by hurt. âIâm trying to protect you! Why donât you understand?â tears were now falling from eyes as he had fallen to his knees in front of you.
It was a pity full sight, but he couldnât care less. âFamily is what matter the most to me! And you! You are a part of my family now and so is our unborn child!â
You tried to step back, but his hand was tightly gripping your thigh.
A broken laughter escaped from his lips and a rose to his feet slowly. His eyes crazed as they met yours. âYouâre clearly unfit for making your own decisions, but worry not. I will help you. And together weâre going to raise the sweetest little child one could ever dream of.â
His unhinged voice and manner sent chives down your spine and you could feel the imaginary cage that wrapped itself around you. You were trapped between the claws of the beast like cat, with no escape.
The entire nation of Fontaine were searching for you. You would be lying if you said you were surprised. The judge could be awfully convincing when he wanted to.
Since your escape it had been raining non stop. Heavy rain poured down from the sky undisturbed. The rocks on the forgotten path you had chosen were slippery, and you had to be careful.
In the distance, from the town you had a pasted hours prior, you could hear the loud voices of the search party they had organised. Hounds barked as they made their way up the mountain. You quickly picked up your pace.
After an hour or so walking through the rain you finally found a small abandoned cottage. You were filled with relief when you noticed that the door was unlocked.
It smelled of mould and you felt bad for your unborn, but you had no other choice. The windows were dirty, but intact. You slumped down on the old couch. Your body was aching and you were so tired.
You did not know how much time had passed when you awoke to the sound of a fist pounding the creaky old front door. You rose to your feet with such fast motion that you knocked your elbow against the wooden armrest of the couch. You hissed in pain and clutched it as you made your way to the hallway.
You hid behind the door to the bathroom as you peered out the window by the door. You couldnât see anyone.
The pounding continued and you were afraid whoever it was would break down the door if this continued.
âWho is it?â you meekly asked.
The pounding came to an halt and a gruff voice answered you. âI am from the neighbouring village. We are looking for the Iudexâs wife.â
You were about to answer when the door broke down. A tall and sturdy man with a bear that reached below his collarbones entered. âI apologise miss, but I need to search the cotta-â his voice trailed off when his eyes fell upon you. His eyes widened to a state you were afraid they would roll out. He backed away slightly and shouted over his shoulder âI found her!â
You were about to silence him but it was too late.
The man who found you brought you out to the little courtyard. Your eyes widened in fear when a pair of pale lavender eyes stared back at you.
âWha-what are you doing here?â your voice was shaky with fear. You tried to back away from the tall dragon, but the search party blocked your path of escape.
âHow could I not personally participate in the search of my own wife?â Neuvilletteâs voice soft. He turned to the villagers âPlease give us some space.â
The villagers nodded and quickly left.
As you stood all alone with your capture on the overgrown courtyard you couldnât help, but think about all the choices you had made that had lead you to this.
âWhy did you leave our home?â his deep voice had normally brought you comfort, but now it only brought you fear.
âWhy? Any sane person would escape a madman such as yourself. You have taken everything from me and you still ask for moreâ you spoke with sudden braveness.
âI am not taking anything from you. Youâre clearly not completely aware at the moment. But worry not, Iâll take care of everything. Just like I always haveâ his lips twisted up into a gentle smile.
âOh really? I donât believe you. I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you! Why donât you understand?!â you were suddenly in front of him. Your finger jammed against his broad chest.
âYour words hold little meaning, my love. Itâs my child too, do not forget. I have every right to be apart of its life just as you do. And besides in a matter of time you will have forgotten your⊠conflicted feelingsâ his big hand gently wrapped itself around your much smaller one. âI will make you happy. Just you waitâ he gently kissed the top of your head. His kiss similar to the gavel he used to seal the fate of the poor souls in the Opera Epiclese.
The Fortress of Meropide never got any more welcoming, no matter how much time you had been there.
You had tried to climb the stairs up to the surface, but Wriothesley had been quick to drag you back down again.
He had been eerily silent as he led you to his private quarters.
âThis is your fourth escape attempt this two weeks. Are you not getting tired?â he sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen table, his arms folded over his muscular chest.
âI understand the Fortress is not the best place to raise a kid, but I have bought a house close to the entrance on the surface. I have made the arrangements so that we can rotate where we both stay. I will of course always stay with you in the house. I know itâs not optimal, but itâs the best I can do.â
âItâs not enoughâ you muttered.
âWe will have to make it work.â
âWhy? I didnât ask to be sent here. I donât care about you and the Iudex agreement. I didnât agree to any of thisâ you raised your voice.
âThereâs many thing in life that I havenât asked for. You will manageâ Wriothesleyâs voice was laced with uncharacteristic anger.
âI will not! I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!â your loud voice echoed inside the kitchen.
At your words something in Wriothesley snapped. âA monster you say?â he barked out a laughter. âI have been nothing but kind to you. But if you think that makes me a monster, I wonder what youâll think of me nowâ his eyes colder than his vision.
Wriothesley dragged you inside your bedroom. âYouâre not going to leave this room before I say you can. I will use the spare bedroomâ he pointed to the bathroom. âIf youâre thirsty between meals, you know where to find water.â With that he slammed the door closed. The sound of his key twisting sent a pang through your chest.
Escape had never seemed so far out of reach as it was now. You found yourself longing for the outside and the smell of the wildflowers that littered the green meadows of Fontaine. Maybe the house Wriothesley had promised you on the surface didnât sound so bad after all.
Hi!! I really loved your recent post featuring yan!murderer seeing y/n with their child. If requests are still open, may you please write that same scenario but with yan!mean ceo instead?
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also kikuo is performing near me.. and i can't go im SO SAD GUYS..
you didn't understand how he got in. you haven't seen him in three years, yet, here he was.
"is that my son?" he almost sounded hurt. you knew it was an act though. "let me see him."
"he isn't yours." your voice was full of hatred. you held the toddler closer to your chest, as he babbled.
"i know he's mine." he stepped closer, as you stepped back. you didn't want him near you. "do you take me for a fool?"
you covered the toddlers face from nicholas, you couldn't let him see his face.
"get out." you tried so hard for your voice not to crack, but you felt so weak. "you- you don't deserve anything from me."
"it's really funny," he kept getting closer, eventually causing you to bump into a wall, leaving no room for escape. "you beg me to leave, yet you hold my child."
you hated how he referred to the toddler as his.
"i can easily take him from you, forever. so, if you want to see him, you should listen to me. okay?"
you couldn't say anything.
"he looks just like me, don't you agree? and you go on about how he isn't mine."
but you never showed him his face.
They've been saying it ever since they couldn't own their workers anymore.
What would Xavier do if the reader tried running away from him & they were pregnant with his child?
Heâd trap you in his kingdom, he wanted you stay with him! Even more now that you were carrying his kid! He would keep you locked in his room 24/7, cooing that this was for the best and that you shouldnât have tried running away because now look what happened!
Heâd take care of you, sending butlers and maids to help when he was too busy. Youâd understand why this had to happen! Right? You have to!
Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)
This took me so much longer than what I have planned. I had much fun writing this:) if you have any yandere scenario requests feel free to send me an ask<3 (I most likely wonât include every single character)
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Warnings: violence, murder, imprisonment, manipulation, drugging, female reader
Word count: 9664
The icy wind whipped against your cheeks. Snow clouded your vision. The tree branches waved in the wind and grasped at your clothes. You hissed as a thorn ripped your fabric, causing you to bleed.
As you ran down the mountain you glanced over your shoulder at every given moment.
A clearing caught your eye. Finally you could breathe out. You leans against a large tree. You needed to cover your wound. You rummaged through your pockets and to your joy you found a small scarf. The thin woven scarf was gifted to you by Klee, Albedoâs younger sister. The little girl was so proud when she gave you the scarf and wanted you to wear it all the time. Sadness filled your being at the thought of ruining the pink scarf, but your arm was more important. You bound your wound tightly with the scarf. One of the things he had thought you.
âI told you to stay inside the cabinâ his voice echoed.
You froze. You prayed to the archons that it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
âThis mountain is dangerous. You have no way of defending yourselfâ his voice soft.
You turned your head. Your eyes met his ice blue ones. They were cold, just like the icy mountain.
âLetâs go homeâ he walked towards you with quick steps. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. âYou are better off home, with me. I will keep you safeâ his arms tightened around your form.
The scribe had given you freedom. Which allowed you to freely roam the Akademiya. While Alhaitham was preoccupied in his office, you explored the university. Within a couple of months you had made friends with a couple of the students. You never told them you situation with the grey haired scholar, but they all knew that you lived together.
You had spent a lot of time plotting your escape. After all escaping the scribe was no easy task. The House of Daena was empty and quiet. The small bag you had hoisted over your shoulder filled with only the necessities. Your hands was shaking as you pushed down the door handle to a back door. The sunlight blinded you as the door opened.
You hurried down the path from the Akademiya. Your flats clicking against the cobblestone. You had to get out from Sumeru City and seek refuge in a remote town. It was risk, sure, but it was your only hope.
After an hour or so you had made your way to a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It wasnât the ideal place, but it was your only option for the night. You was so kindly offered the spare bed by a lovely elderly woman. She didnât ask why you looked over your shoulder every minute and that you were thankful for.
You packed your things and thanked the older woman for her kindness and went on your way.
After hours on the road your legs felt like jelly. You stopped by a abandoned house and rested on the little bench by the overgrown vegetable garden.
You woke up by the sounds of footsteps coming your way. A shadow blocked the sun.
âI must say you have slightly developed, but unfortunately you are still as predictable as everâ Alhaitham shook his head. âThe elderly woman you slept at told me everything as soon as I explained the situationâ his lips widened into a grin. âShe thanked my for looking after such a helpless woman such as yourself.â
Strong arms picked you up and held you tight against his strong chest. âLetâs go homeâ.
Ayato was a sly man. With his white clothing he looked like an angel, but that was far from the truth. You had many times heard him command the Shuumatsuban to get rid of the clanâs enemies. You knew the katana that rested by his hip when he was out on public duties, had slaughtered many.
You were afraid. Not only by him in himself, but afraid of his power and actions. Thatâs why you climbed over the tall walls that shielded the Kamisato residence from the outside world. Your ankles buckled under you as you landed and you whimpered out in pain. After you had collected yourself, you made a run for it. The ninjaâs that were stationed around the estate had without doubt already spotted you. You hoped that they went to report to Ayato instead of chasing you down.
The way down to the beach was rocky and dangerous. Like a wild goat you quickly made your way down thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through your veins. The old rowboat was in the same stop just as you had recalled from an evening stroll with Ayaka along the beach. To your luck the two paddles were still there. You pushed the boat with all your might to the shore. The saltwater cold against your bare feet.
The swish of an arrow stopped you in your tracks. You looked down and saw it sticking out from the side of the boat. The hole was not that big, but it would cause your boat to leak in enough water for it to sink before you had made it to safety.
âSeize her!â a Shuumatsuban with high standing ordered.
A man with his face covered dragged you away from your boat and bound your wrists behind your back.
When you looked up at the cliff you saw Ayato looking down at you. He made his way down slowly and dread filled your veins.
He stopped in front of you and lifted your chin with a finger. âDid you have fun?â he leaned his face closer, his breath fanning your face. âDo not forget that I have eyes and ears everywhereâ.
âNow letâs get you home. I will make sure you wonât slip through my fingers again. Though I must say your little attempt humoured meâ
Tricking the little zombie girl made you feel horrible, but it was your only ticket to freedom. The green haired doctor had feed you herbs that made you weak and depended on his care. You had seen the label on the little bottle containing the medicine. So when he was out researching some herbs, you went through all the medical books he had in his libraries in search of the antidote. After much time and countless books you finally figured out the antidote.
You talked to Qiqi alone when Baizhu was busy treating a patient. You explained that he needed some herbs and told her that she had to deliver them to you and not her guardian. After some convincing she agreed. You crossed your fingers that she would remember and not slip up.
To your joy Qiqi had indeed remembered. The herbs tasted awful, but it was a small price to pay. It didnât take long before you felt the medicine Baizhu had given you wear of. When he came to check up on you, you pretended that you were still weak. You asked him to go get some more medicine and he did as you said. When the green haired man left, you quickly tried to pry the window open. It was slightly jammed, but with your new strength you managed. Finally you had escaped the snakeâs nest.
Your feet moved fast as you ran down the many stairs. You had to turn Baizhu to the authorities for his crimes. Just as you had made it down the stairs you bumped into someone. You didnât need to look up to understand who it was.
âYou will catch a cold running around like thatâ his voice cold as ice. His fingers lifted up your chin. âTricking Qiqi really was a low move. That poor child was absolutely devastated to come home to an empty house. As for me I must say I am deeply disappointed. I have made it very clear that you will not manage without me.â
His lips curled up into a soft smile. âLetâs go home my darling. I will make some tea.â
The first Harbinger was worshipped throughout the whole snowy nation. His underlings held great respect for him. He could be cruel and bloodthirsty, but to you he had a soft spot for.
Boots hammered against the ice ground. You knew you wouldnât be able to run away from them, but you would not give up so easily.
As you made your way through the thick pine forest you started to regret your decision, but it was too late. As you came to the end of the forest you were surrounded by soldiers. Their spears raised towards you, stopping you in your tracks.
The sound of hooves reached your ears. The soldiers parted and bowed deep. On a tall black horse sat Capitano. Even with his face hidden by his black helmet, you could feel his intense gaze.
The stallion came to a halt and his rider dismounted. The snow crunched underneath his heels as he made his way towards you. His height towering over your trembling form. âYou are all dismissedâ he barked out. The soldiers bowed before they marched down the hill.
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. The ice cold wind howling against the tree tops. The dark haired man finally spoke âYou broke my trust. Criminals deserve to be punished.â
With a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder and held you in place with his arm. He mounted his horse and squeezed his heels against the animalâs flank.
The Harbingerâs hold on you was tight and as suffocating as his presence. As you watched the landscape blur together you realised that you would never escape him.
The sound of childrenâs laughter could be heard in the distance. The small fishing village Ajaxâs family resides in was remote. The river that ran across it ice cold and filled to the brim with fish. You crept as quickly as you could between the trees that surround the village. To your dismay Childeâs childhood home was just by the border which meant that the red head knew the woods like the back of his hand.
You winced as you heard Teucer calling out for his brother. The little child had noticed your disappearance.
You picked up your speed and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was difficult with the heavy snow, but you had to keep going.
A flash of red stopped you in your tracks. You quickly hid behind a rock and held your breath.
âItâs not nice to run awayâ a chirpy voice said. Childe.
Of course he found you. It was only a matter of time. His soft laughter rang throughout the woods. He was close. Too close.
Suddenly he jumped onto the rock you had hidden behind. You yelped and backed away. He grinned as he looked down on you. His eyes wide and crazed. âIf you wanted to play hide and seek why didnât you just say so?â he laughed. His laughter chilling.
He jumped down and landed just a few centimetres from your legs. He bent down and dragged you to your feet. âTeucer, Tonia and Anthon are all waiting for you back home. You wouldnât want to disappoint them would you?â he tilted his head and faked a sad expression.
He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. âWhen we get home after our visit here, I will never let you leave my side. Is that understood?â his voice low. He chuckled as he pulled back to study your expression. âThat frightened look of yours is really something. Makes me wanna eat you upâ he kissed your cheek. âDonât make me lose my cool, okay?â
The sun was bright and high. The heat was unbearable and you regretted not seeking shade. The sand danced across the dune as the wind gave you some mercy from the heat.
In front off you on the scorching sand laid the lifeless bodies of the eremites that had helped you with your escape from the general. Blood coloured the sand red and the ruins surrounding you were splattered in red. The metallic sand made you dizzy.
Cyno stood before the bodies with his back turned to you. His white hair was coated in red. His strong muscles made him look like a good as he stood there with his bloodied spear. He turned to you. His face blank.
âI am sorry you had to see thatâ his expression apologetic.
He planted the spear in the ground and walked towards you slowly like he was afraid of scaring you. He squatted down so that he was on your eye level. You pulled your legs towards you as much as you could.
âWhy did you run away?â
You only stared at him with big eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His head piece long discarded. âThe desert is a dangerous place. You have no idea how scared I was when I noticed your disappearanceâ his eyes sad. âWhen I saw you among those eremites⊠I have never felt such anger. I had no choice but to eliminate them. Those who try to take you away from me deserves punishment. I did the right thing with ridding the world of such peopleâ his hands was trembling in anger.
âI will make sure no one tries to take you away from me again. I will always be by your sideâ he kissed your tears away with a soft smile.
Dainsleif had long lost his sanity. At least when it came to you. That much was clear.
You had just managed to escape him while he slept. The ruin you had chosen for your resting place for the night was eerie quite. Even the monsters were gone. You would have found it weird had you not been on the run. You manoeuvred through the dark ruins as fast as you could. After a while you made it out.
Your relived expression fell as you took in your surroundings. The monsters you had disappeared were now standing in front of you. You slowly backed away as you thought up an escaped plan. Just as you were about to make a run for it, dark blue power lit up the area in front of you. With movements faster then what your eyes could see, the monsters were slain.
The blond traveler looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. He flicked off the blood that coated his blade as he made his way towards you.
âI expected more from you. To believe you so ignorantly took the bait is truly disappointingâ he shook his head. âBut on the plus side, I have now proved to you that you will never make it without me. Let me be your protector. Let me take care of youâ he kneeled in front of you as he took your small hand in his and kissed it gently.
You could only cry silent as the Twilight Sword led you inside the ruins. Dainsleif was a man of his word and you knew very well that he would never break his promise to himself.
The winery was a beautiful place. When you first arrived you thought it looked like something straight out from a fairytale. You could not be more wrong as you soon learned.
Diluc was a desperate man. He had tricked himself into believing he was your saviour and he would do anything in order to protect you. If he had to kill someone in order to do so he would not bat an eye.
You had escaped through the cellar door and out the cellar window. You had been unsure if you fitted through the window, but to your surprise you fitted like a glove. The moon casted a pale light against the manor and it made you pause in your steps by its beauty.
The stables were empty just as you had expected. You tacked up the chestnut mare Diluc had gifted you. You kissed her forehead as you collected yourself. He would come after you.
As the mare galloped through the dense forest you could hear the distant shouts from Diluc. You gritted your teeth as you made your horse run faster.
Just as you thought you had made it, you heard the dreaded screams of his hawk. You had lost.
Your eyes were heavy as you slowly gained consciousness. You were tied to the desk chair inside his bedroom. Your bindings was of the finest red silk. You shivered at the similarities between you and a neatly wrapped present. In front of you were a highly distressed red haired man. He was walking back and forth, muttering something to himself.
âHow could I be so careless as to not look better after her⊠I am a foolâ he hissed to himself.
After a few minutes he stopped and turned to you. His expression softened as he cupped your face. âI apologise for the bindings, but it is necessary. You could be hurt you know?â his voice soft, but serious. âI will never let any harm happen to you. Ever.â
The doctorâs blood red eyes always sent shivers down your spine. Even though he was human, he seemed like anything but. His embraces felt like a cage and his sweet words like poison. It didnât take you long to understand why he was the most feared man in the entirety of Teyvat.
Dottore held you within his estate and refused to let you leave. Heavily armed guards guarded your chambers. You had tried to convince them to let you go and the next day you were delivered their served head on a platter. Dottore was cruel that much was obvious.
You knew you could never outsmart Dottore. He was one of the smartest beings on the plant and he never pretended not to be. If you couldnât trick Dottore, you would trick the servants.
The long hallways in Dottoreâs mansion were dark and empty. You sneaked through the manor as quietly as possible. With the key you had stolen clutched in your hand you made your way to the garden door. You twisted the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. Cold air filled your lungs. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the snow filled landscape.
Your freedom was however short lived.
âIf you take a step outside of that door I will behead this womanâ a deep voice reached your ears.
You froze and slowly turned. There in the doorway stood the Harbinger. His raven-like mask were nowhere to be found. His hand was wrapped around the neck of the maid who you had stolen the key from. Her face was filled with fear and she looked at you pleadingly.
As much as you longed for freedom, you could not bear to have the blood from someone else on your hands. You walked back in and locked the door with a lowered head. You placed the key in Dottoreâs waiting hand.
He slipped the key onto his pocket with a smile. âGood girl.â
âHoweverâŠ. I cannot let such an action go unpunishedâ he tck-ed. He threw the maid across the room. Her back hit the wall with a loud thud.
âI have given you all a specific rule you all must follow. I have made what would happen if you would ever break it quite clear, have I not?â his voice as cold as the unforgiving landscape that surrounded the estate. The maid muttered a âyes lord Harbingerâ.
The blue haired man scoffed and turned to you. âI suppose I should teach you a lessonâ his eyes held nothing but cold determination.
With three long strides he stopped in front of the maid. Her eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a sharp and sleek scalpel and slight her throat in a precise motion. âYou deserve much more suffering, but I donât want me darling to be witness to that so this would have to doâ he sneered at the maid as she gurgled on her own blood.
He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands on his pants. âLetâs get you back to your chambers shall we.â
He snaked his arm around your waist and led you out of the hallway. âI trust that you will stop your escape attempts and accept that you belong here with meâ his voice smooth like honey.
The general of the resistance was a generous man. He always looked after his soldiers and treated them with respect and you were no different. He loved you with his entire being, that much was certain.
He never brought you to the frontlines. You were to stay at the base with a few trusted soldiers that looked after you. They all knew about your situation, but no one cared. They all were just glad that the general had someone who brought him comfort through the tough times.
As the soldiers exchanged posts you were able to sneak out of the cabin. You did not get far before a certain brunette had tracked you down.
His big cerulean eyes wide as his whole body tensed. âWhy are you out here?â his big eyes not blinking once. His ears alert.
âYou didnât try to leave right? It must be something else? Right?â his voice raised. His fangs visible as he sneered.
He gripped your hand tightly as he dragged you back to the camp. âIâm sorry sweetheart, but I need to keep you safeâ he looked at you with a sad expression as he hurried back to the camp.
The hybrid had always been extremely overprotective to the point it suffocated you. He always told he did what he did for your own good.
The next nights he held you tightly in his arms as he slept. His fluffy tail wrapping around your leg in a protective manner.
The detective had locked you up in his own home, claiming it was a way to protect you. Every door and every window (and some drawers) had complicated locks on. Only a few doors and drawers were unlocked.
Heizou was out on a detective job so you were left all alone. This was your chance to get out. You knew all to well that the detective most likely would track you down, but you could not let such an opportunity pass.
The puzzle that was the lock-mechanism on the front door seemed different. Heizou did have the habit of changing them so you didnât think too much of it. The puzzle was tricky, but after a while you were able to figure it out. The door unlocked and you squealed in joy.
You hadnât come far before someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders. âBooâ he whispered into your ears causing you to yelp.
âAww⊠Did I scare you now?â his tone mocking. He leaned his entire body weight onto you causing you to stumble. He chuckled at your shuffling and poked your cheek. âIâm glad you passed my little test sweetheartâ he purred.
You regained your senses and pushed him off. You glared at him as he laughed.
âYou really are entertaining arenât you? You thought that I would ever let you go⊠Now thatâs just too funny!â he wiped his tears as he laughed.
âWith your naivety, you are better of with meâ he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Your noses almost touching. He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you gently. âI will take care of you, darling.â
The brutish oni was really clingy and always felt the need to have you glued to his side. Getting alone time was nearly impossible, but you managed when he was out organising a onikabuto match.
While the white haired man was busy making posters with his gang, you snuck out of the house. Which was surprisingly easy when he wasnât home. The city was lively and the lit lanterns flickering in the wind. Stars littering the clear night sky. You sneaked among the multiple food stalls. The smell of fried fish filling the air.
The sound of a booming laughter made your limbs freeze to the ground. You could recognise that laughter everywhere. You turned your head and your eyes widened in fear at your confirmed suspicion. Before a dessert stall stood Itto with Mamoru. âWe gotta get something for the gang. You brought money right?â the oni nudged Mamoru who muttered a âyes bossâ.
You quickly hid behind a small group of someone who stood before the boba shop. Luckily you where shorter than the group and you were able to stay hidden.
âWait⊠Why does it smell like [Name]?â
âI donât know boss. Isnât she home?â
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs. You carefully peaked through the group. Itto was sniffing in the air, the action almost comical, had it not been for your predicament. His closed eyes snapped open. His red slit eyes met yours. His body tense like a hunting dog. His expression filled with shock. âDoll?â he called out.
Your feet moved before you even registered it. You sprinted down the street. Your sandals clicking against the ground. You didnât need to look back to know that Itto was right behind you.
You jumped down the railing and you were thankful that the jumps wasnât too high as you landed on the soft grass. Just as you made it behind a small building, a big hand grabbed your arm. You lost your balanced and was pulled flushed against a broad chest.
âWhy are you outside?â his voice eerily quiet. âI thought I made it clear that itâs dangerous, you are not a big strong oni. Humans are so fragile and weakâ he pulled you into a tight hug. His face pressed against your soft hair. âYou better listen to me next time⊠or I would have to tie you upâ he pressed a kiss on top of your head followed by a soft âI love youâ.
The Calvary Captainâs office was quite save from the sound of the captainâs pen scribbling. He hadnât acknowledged you since he brought you inside his spacious office. His silence was scarier than his anger. He continued to write his report about some mission. The grandfather clock in the corner ticking.
After what felt like an eternity Kaeya looked up at you. He folded his hands and leaned his chin on them. His lone eye looking straight at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. âYou broke my trust did you not?â his honeyed voice terrifying. He tck-ed. âI am disappointed, but not surprisedâ he sighed. âI should punish youâ he unfolded his hands and drummed two fingers across the rim of his empty glass.
âWhy would I want to be locked up in some apartment?â you spat at the smug knight. His lips stretched up into a uncanny smile.
âOh myâŠ. You are more naive than what I gave you credit forâ he chuckled. He stood up suddenly, causing the chair legs to scrap against the hardwood floor. He walked towards you like a stalking wolf. His eyes hungry and brimming with madness.
He stopped before you and leaned down on the arms of your chair. His face close to yours. Too close. His crystal blue eye scanned yours. You felt completely naked underneath his gaze. âDid you really think I wouldnât know how you so foolishly conceived the knights guarding the house?â he laughed. His laughter sickening. âI dealt with them as soon as they reported back to me. It was a pain cleaning of the blood from my new boots, but some sacrifices must be madeâ he sighed.
He grasped your chin and leaned closer âI will never ever let you go.â
He straightened up. His expression lighthearted. âNow letâs get something to eat shall we?â he pulled you up with a tight grip. You looked down on his boots as he dragged you out of his office, noticing the few blood speckles he had missed.
The house Kaveh had constructed for you two was like a maze. With many corridors and doors, it was easy to get lost. He had built you both a home where he could play out his fantasy. He had kept you locked away in the mansion for months. Kaveh said it was to keep you safe and away from prying eyes.
You tried to force the window open for the 10th time, but to no avail. The window was still only a few centimetres open. Kaveh had proudly showed you the windows he had constructed that would not open more than a few centimetres. You had hoped that the design of the master architect had failed, but to your disappointment they had not.
Your eyes scanned the room till the landed on the doors to the winter garden. The glass were delicate and beautiful. You studied it closely till you came to the conclusion that they might be fragile enough to shatter. You picked up a stool that were standing in the corner. You lifted the furniture over your head and smashed the windows with all your might. The glass doors shattered into million pieces, looking like glittering diamonds. You dropped the stool and climbed through the window. You hissed as you cut yourself on the jagged pieces of glass that were still standing.
The winter garden was cozily decorated and it almost made you sad to leave it. The door out to the garden was locked which wasnât a surprise. To your luck one of the miniature stone statues that resembled birds of all sizes, was perfect for shattering windows. It almost broke your heart at the thought of shattering the beautiful stained glass walls, but you had no choice. With all your might you managed to break it.
You ran as fast as you could through the garden. You had to find the exit before Kaveh came home from his meeting with his new client. As you were about to climb the tall fence that surrounded the property, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down. You back hit the soft grass and straddling you were Kaveh. His eyes filled with betrayal and anger.
âHow could you?!â his voice loud. His grip on your shoulders tightened. âAfter all that I have done for you?!â his features twisted into rage and hurt.
You tried to defend yourself, but your words died on you tongue. You had never seen Kaveh that angry. Fear filled you entire being and you felt sick. You casted a last look at the flush forest behind the fence. You knew that this would be your last time outside for a very long time.
With your breath ragged you ran through the dense forest. You had finally managed to escape the white haired samurai. You just needed to reach the beach and board one of the fishing boats that were docked at the dock.
You finally made it to the clearing that lead down to the beach. You waved at the fishermen and they turned to great you. The dock was old and badly maintained. Splinters poking out and threatening to stab your feet. Just as you were about to ask the captain on the rather small boat, a gust of wind nearly knocked you down.
Red maple leaves fell gently down form the sky. The man in front of you moved quickly and elegantly. His movements like a dance, completely ensnaring you with his beauty. Crimson rain littered the air before it splattered your face. The warm liquid brought you quickly to your senses. Kazuha swiftly slashed his katana, slitting the throat of the captain. The red eyed man landed gently and wiped his blade with a handkerchief. The with fabric staining red in an instant.
He turned his gaze to you. His lips bore a gentle smile. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the bloodstains of your skin. âWhat is my delicate flower doing here?â his voice soft.
You swallowed. You had yet to let you eyes wander to the slaughtered boat crew. Kazuhaâs eyes scanned yours. His long eyelashes fluttered. Tears ran down your cheeks in crystal clear rivers. You shoved him away as hard as you could. He stumbled back, but you knew he held back his strength. He had let you push him. âGet away from me!â your voice weak and trembling. You choked out a cry as your fell down to the wooden floor. The wood was soaked with red blood. You let your eyes wander. You wanted to throw up at the sight of the dead boatmen.
âYou know I canât do that. Without me youâre lost. I need to protect you. You are the only light in my life and I know we will live happily ever afterâ his voice was pained and vulnerable. His calloused hands gripped your shoulders in desperation. âI am never going to let you leave meâ his smile crazed and not fitting his saddened eyes.
He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that reminded you of a cage. His face nestled into your soft hair. âI will make you happy, just you wait and see.â
A swarm of cards flew over your face, momentarily blinding you. You ducked your head, but lost balance as something caught your leg. It was a makeshift snare made of multiple colourful handkerchiefs. Playful giggles reached your ears.
âThe surprised look on your face is to die for! So adorable!â his voice gleeful.
You quickly got back on your feet and was about to make a run for it when Lyney tackled you. You landed with a groan, the cobblestone hard against your back. Lyney pinned your hands to the ground as he sat on top of your midriff. He grinned as he looked down on you.
âItâs no fun in you escaping you know?â he tilted his head. He kissed your nose before he jumped off you. âYou could at least be a little more creativeâ he shook his head in faux disappointment.
âAssholeâ you sneered at him.
His cat like eyes crinkled in amusement at your remark. âHow rudeâ he snickered.
Just as sudden as he had jumped you, his expression changed. His eyes colder than ice and his mouth a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you after him.
He unlocked the house he, his siblings and you resided in. He quickly locked the door after him and dragged you into your bedroom. He let go of your hand. You quickly stumbled as far away from him as you could.
âWhy canât you let me have nice things? Why [Name]?â his eyes narrowed. It was in moments like this that you remembered his role in The Fatui. His eyes held a dangerous glint that dared you to cross him.
Your eyes widened in horror. âNo, no, no⊠Please Lyney!â you begged. Tears trialing down your cheeks and pooling down onto the soft carpet.
âYou gave me no choice. This is the consequences of your own actionsâ he shushed you as he clasped the chain onto your left ankle. He gently kissed your tears away. âItâs only temporary, okay?â he gently stroked your cheekbone. âI love you darling, donât forget that.â
Even though the judge bore aesthetically similarities with the sea otters that lived in the Fontanian waters, he was not like them at all. They were sweet playful creatures, and the judge a selfish cruel man. His good reputation made you sick. If only the citizens of Fontaine knew him like you did.
He had kept you hidden and locked up in his beautiful home. That was until you had managed to convince the Melusine that was in charge of looking after you that day. At first she refused to let you out, but when you told her that you were going to buy a present for Neuvillette she yielded. If it was under other circumstances you would have felt bad for tricking her.
The bustling streets of The Court of Fontaine a familiar sight. You breathed in the air. Oh how you had missed the smell of new baked goods and the music of street musicians.
You knew it would not take long before Neuvillette would notice your disappearance. You had to get out of the city and onto an aqua bus before he sent the Gardes after you.
You bought a ticket with the money you had managed to steal from Neuvillette. You quickly made it up the stairs to the aqua bus station. The aqua bus was just about to depart when a group of Gardes blocked the exit behind you. You leaped for the bus only to collide with a broad chest. You could recognise that scent no matter where in Teyvat you found yourself.
You slowly raised your head. Neuvillette looked down at you with a furious expression. You had only seen that expression when he had caught you chatting with other men (it didnât matter to him that your conversation was only friendly and nothing more). His lilac eyes bored into yours, stripping your soul naked.
âI told you to never leave the residenceâ his voice low and lazed with anger.
His horns glowing light blue. His hands balled into fists by his sides, clearly trying to ground himself. You lowered your head.
âWe are going back at once and you better not make any commotionsâ his hand turned you around and firmly guided you to the lift. One of the Gardes reached out his hand in order to size you properly. âGet your filthy hand away from herâ Neuvilletteâs voice boomed.
The Garde tried to defend himself but was cut short by Neuvillette. âLeave at once or you will regret itâ his teeth bared. His sharp fangs fully visible. The Garde bowed and quickly left.
Neuvilletteâs hand tightened its hold on your shoulder. âWhen we get home I demanded an explanation as to why you left your homeâ he whispered into your ear.
Pantalone was sitting on a expensive leather chair. His shoes polished in a way you could see your own reflection in the black leather. In his gloved hands was a black pistol with details in white gold.
In front of him on the cold polished hardwood floor knelt a man. His hands were bound behind his back. His eyes were looking pleadingly up at the Harbinger. He was a guard whom you had befriended. He had so kindly helped you escape before you both were caught red handed by the ninth Harbinger.
The black haired Harbinger turned his face towards you. âThis is what he gets for taking whatâs mineâ his voice as smooth as velvet. His eyes dark and his smile cunning. He turned towards the bound man. âI must admit that I am a rather greedy man. I really hate when people try to take whatâs mineâ he sighed and clicked his tongue. He flicked the safety and pointed the pistol at the guards head.
âNo!â you screamed as you desperately tried to get lose from your silk bindings.
Pantalone shushed you gently. âHe asked for it my loveâ his voice sweet as sugar.
âAny last words?â he smiled. âHmm⊠I donât think you deserve anyâ he fired the pistol before the poor guard had the time to open his mouth. Pantaloneâs smile stretched into a sickening grin. The manâs brain splatters onto the expansive rug.
You screamed as you tried to swallow the bile. âHow could you?! You disgusting monster! I hate you!â you screamed while thick tears ran down your cheeks.
âDonât cry my dear. Heâs not worth shedding your lovely tears overâ Pantalone kneeled in front of you. His eyes gentle. âI will make sure that no other men like that ever gets between us. You are mine and nothing will ever change thatâ his voice low.
The sorcerer had forced you to your knees with his magic. You could feel the power tugging at your mind and it hurt. His pale eyes boring into yours. âHave you forgotten your place?â his gruff voice echoed inside the ballroom.
You glared up at him unable to do anything else. He kneeled before you and harshly lifted your chin. His expression harsher than the unforgiving climate outside. âI must say Iâm utterly disappointed in your behaviour. You should be ashamed.â
You tried to get control over your limbs, but to no avail. Your words died on your tongue and you were unable to make any sound.
The white haired man scoffed and released his hold on you. His magic released you completely and you crawled backwards and away from him. Creating as much distance as possible.
The Jester rose to his feet and dusted off invisible dust from his elegant robe. âIf you were anyone else I would have executed you for your crime. Do not forget that our relationship was blessed directly blessed from Her Majesty Herselfâ he sneered.
He hauled you up to your feet, his iron grip bruising. He dragged you down the corridors and up the many stairs to your chambers. He slammed the door open and dragged you inside.
âThink over what you have done. I donât take such humiliation lightlyâ his eyes narrow as he looked down on you. âDonât think you will ever get away. You belong to me and thatâs finalâ with that he closed the door and locked it making you all alone.
You ran over the dunes as fast as you could. You had to be fast. Behind you you could hear Sethos voice as he called for you. To your misfortune the free spirited man was fast. Extremely fast. Your sandals were filled with sand, but you couldnât care less.
Suddenly it became quiet. Too quiet. You hid behind a rock formation and listened. Suddenly a figure slid down the dune to your left and leaped on top of you. He was precise enough that make sure you landed on the sand and not the rock behind you. His wild hair rustling in the wind.
The sight in front of you reminded you of the time when he swept you away and locked you away inside the temple. He had first gotten to know you when he visited Sumeru City. He had told you it was love at first sight and he asked you to come and visit the desert with him. You were taken aback by his impulsiveness, but you soon grew accustom to it.
âIf you wanted to play hide and seek you could have just said soâ his entire weight on you. He was silent for a few moments. His crystal green eyes scanning yours. You could see his gears turning. âDonât tell me you tried to run away from meâŠ? You would never do something like that? Right?â his voice lazed with disbelief and desperation.
In a swift movement you were brought to you feet. His hold on you right and you wondered if he thought you would fly away if he let go. âLetâs get back to the templeâ his voice back to its jovial self, but his eyes clouded with obsession and desperation.
The white mop mopped over the hardwood floor in a fast motion. The white colour quickly staining red. A crimson red pool of blood was spilled across the floor. The sight made you sick. Bile raising up in your throat. You were sitting in the coroner of the room , hugging your knees. The blonde man stopped his mopping and raised his head and looked at you. His face splattered with blood. He sighed and leaned the mop against the wall.
âI am so sorry you had to see that, my angleâ his green eyes pleading. He crouched in front of your trembling form. He gently caressed your cheek.
The friendly and kind housekeeper was gone and replaced by a green eyed monster that slaughtered anything in its path. He had beheaded the kind men that helped you escape from the Kamisato estate.
âI am wounded that you tried to leave me. What did I do wrong?â his eyes glossy.
You locked me away you wanted to say, but you kept your mouth shut.
âMy master has been kind and let us stay here together and this is your gratitude?â his voice slightly raised. His eyes scanned over your form and landed on your bloodied nightdress. âI have to get that offâ he muttered as he quickly rose. His movements frantic as he looked for a washcloth.
âMy gratitude?â your voice shaky, but loud. âYou have taken everything away from me!â you stood up. Your legs shaky.
Thomaâs eyes narrowed. âWatch your tongueâ his voice cold.
You swallowed. You understood now better than anyone why so many feared the âfixerâ.
His hold on the washcloth tight. His knuckles whiter than snow. âGo to your room and change. I will wash your nightdress laterâ he spoke through gritted teeth.
Your colour drained from your face as you hurried to your room. Your bedroom seemed more like a prison than anything else.
The forest watcher had always lectured you about various plants and their effects and benefits. At first you thought it was boring, but after awhile you learned to use it to your advantage. Taking herbs from Tighnariâs beloved collection was tricky, but not impossible. You had read through every single book he had on botany. Your plan was bulletproof.
Tighnari had gently sipped on the cup of tea you had brewed for him while he read through some reposts. He had then fallen limp over the kitchen table. You checked his pulse and breathes out in relief when you felt his pulse against your fingers. You wanted to escape from the obsessed fox, not kill him.
You rummage through his pocket for his key. The key was heavy in your hand and it was almost a surreal feeling when you twisted it in the lock. The air fresh and welcoming. With a last look at the unconscious man you began your journey.
The rainforest was tricky to navigate in, but luckily you had stolen both a map and a compass from Tighnari. Yet again you were glad you paid attention to his boring lectures. The sound of branches snapping made you stop in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck rose.
âPoisoning meâŠâ his voice echoed through the treetops. âYour audacity is truly somethingâ he sneered. âLook at me when Iâm talking to youâ his voice nearer.
You slowly turned around and were met with a angry hazel eyes. His long ears pinned back in anger. His arms folded over his chest.
âThe rainforest is dangerous. Letâs get backâ you could see he was holding back his fury. His jaw clenched. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. âI guess I have no choiceâŠâ he sighed as he stalked towards you.
Quicker thank you could register he had trapped you within his arms. âI will never let you go. Iâm just trying to protect youâ he whispered against your ear.
Something pricked your neck. Your eyes widened and darted to Tighnariâs. âIt had to be down. Consider it⊠pay backâ he supported your body as you lost consciousness.
The anemo archon was an eerie man. He was all smiles and friendly laughter among the crowd disguised as Venti the bard, but with you he was like a completely different person. Sure he was still easygoing, but his obsession and possession overshadowing anything else. He had told you many times with a playful smirk that he was undoubtedly the weakest archon. You never believed him. You had seen with your very own eyes what he was capable of doing to those he thought was undeserving of your attention, but you had yet to see his full potential. Though you must admit that you rather did not wish to witness that.
He kept you in the ruins of Stormterrorâs lair. He had made the ruin as liveable as possible and even quite cozy. He treated you like royalty and gave you everything except freedom. You thought it was rather stupid considering he was the god of freedom.
Escaping the ruin was almost completely impossible considering the wind shields that surrounded it and the dragon that acted as a guard. When you finally managed to escape and run over the grassy meadows you were so happy you cried.
Your tears clouded your vision causing you to become less aware of your surroundings.
Strong wind slammed against causing you to lose balance. There in front of you were Barbados. He was not in his usual clothing, but rather in a godly outfit. White big wings flapping behind him. His cerulean eyes glowing intensely in the night. He was completely silent, but you felt the anger oozing out from him.
You were completely frozen to the ground and you were unsure if it was his doing or your fear taking over. You wanted to explain yourself, but your voice failed you completely.
With a gust of wind you were swept up into his arms. His arms strong and squeezed you flushed against him. His wings flapped silently as he soared through the air. High up in the air you were able to see Mondstadt City and you quickly came to the realisation that you would probably never step a foot inside its gates again.
In front off you was a raging man. His eyes wide and filled with fury. His hands held anemo power which he sliced through the merchants that had guided you through the tick rainforest. Wandererâs hair was slicked back with blood. He delivered the last strike to the merchant before he landed. He slowly turned around to face you. His hands shaking with anger.
You opened your mouth, but quickly shut your mouth at his raised hand. âThose lowlife who think they can take you away from meâ he laughed manically. âHow dumb can you be?â Wanderer sneered through laughter. âBecause you would never leave me right? After all I have been through? Right?â his eyes crazed as he continued to spew nonsense. âWe are destined to be together. Itâs my right. How dare they to take that away from me?! I should revive them just so that I could kill them againâ his laughter sounded almost forced.
He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel tears against your neck as he wept. You were astonished by his vulnerability. It almost made you pity him. Just almost.
He quickly regained his composure and roughly wiped his tears on his sleeve. âLetâs go homeâŠâ his voice distant.
The journey back had been quite. When you finally arrived back he shoved you inside. His eyes wide and intense. âYou have no idea how much I wanna lock you up in a cage right nowâ he muttered. His porcelain white hand tightly gripping yours. âI will make sure so that you never leave me. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. So donât ever try and get away.â
You had long planned your escape from The Fortress of Meropide. Unlike the other inmates you were completely innocent. You had been wrongfully imprisoned on the request of Wriothesley. You had gained the trust of some of you fellow inmates and they promised to help you escape. You had chose the pipe cleaning day as your day of escaping. All went smoothly and exactly as planned.
The only step left in your plan was descend into the waters that the pipes were connected too and swim out to freedom. After that you had to avoid the detectors, but you were confident in your diving abilities.
As you were saying your thanks to the kind inmates, the sound of heavy boots against metal echoed in the pipes. In the opening of the pipe were Wriothesley. His imposing figure sending shivers down you spine.
The metal decorations on his outfit clattering with each step. The handcuffs on his hip catching the light. His icy eyes held an unreadable emotion. âWell well⊠What might this ruckus be?â he tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips. His tone held a dangerous edge to it. Wriothesley eyes glued onto yours and completely ignoring the others.
A bottomless pit formed in your stomach and you almost threw up. You swallowed the taste of vomit. Your freedom was so close, yes so very far.
âAre you aware your sentences are going to be so much longer?â his lips curled up into a little smirk. âI thought you were smarter than thisâ with two steps he reached you. He hooked off his cuffs and cuffed your wrists. âIt seems you need a more secure cell⊠Luckily I know just the oneâ he leaned closer to your ear âI will make sure you always stick to my sideâ.
You had never regretted something more than your little escape attempt. The new so called cell was a bedroom connected to the Dukeâs living quarters. Your freedom had never been so distant as it was now.
You ran as fast as you could. The landscape blurring together as you navigated through the forest. You had to escape him. Or at least try. Tue bamboo forest was dense and dark. Your human eyes struggled to see clearly. You could hear birds fleeing in the distance. He was close.
You had ran away when you learned that he had slaughtered the man who had so kindly gifted you sun pork buns. The adepti had let you run first, which surprised you. Even though you didnât understand why, you were grateful for your head start.
Suddenly a green black cloud appeared in front off you. You tried to turn in your heel to flow, but was stopped when a hand grabbed your collar. You were momentarily unable to breath. It was only when he loosened his grip that you were able to gasp for air.
âI donât understand you mortals. I only do what I have to protect you. I give you everything you need and moreâ he sounded confused and annoyed.
âWithout me you would not have managed to survive. At allâ he spun you around so you could face him. âDid me killing that man hurt you that much? I have killed many of you near acquaintances and you never batted an eyeâŠâ his voice trailed off as he was lost in thought. âCould it be that you never realised? Never mind. It doesnât matter nowâ he sighed.
At the thought of him killing your near friends without you knowing made you sob helplessly. He only started at you in confusion.
He clicked his tongue before he hauled you over his shoulder. âI need to ask Madame Ping for a tea pot it seemsâŠâ his voice a frustrated groan.
You had sought shelter at a kind older couple. You needed to regain your energy before you fled the city. The woman was kind and gladly cooked for you. She completely denied your help. You stayed at their house for two weeks before the older woman knocked at your bedroom door and told you a friend of her husband was coming to visit.
The atmosphere in the living room was as tense as it could get. In front of you were Zhongli. He was the friend the couple had spoken so warmly about. The brunette was sitting in the sofa besides the woman, one of his legs over the other. His hand elegantly holding a cup of tea. His reptile eyes staring you down intensely.
You felt like sinking into the floor. Your hands trembling as you took a sip of the tea. The bitter taste doing nothing to soothe your nerves.
âI donât know if you are aware, but I and miss [Name] know each otherâs very wellâ his smile sharp. To hear your husband speaking in such manner made your heart beat against your chest.
You knew it was unwise to go against Morax and his contracts, but you had no choice. He had tricked you into signing the contract that would imprison. Zhongli had terrified you before you knew of his identity as the Geo Archon, but when you found out about his identity you were absolutely petrified.
Zhongli hummed at a joke the man had told. His golden eyes never leaving yours. His lips twisted up into a grin which revealed his sharp fangs. With the golden light from the sunset outside he looked even more inhuman than ever before. You felt small and utterly helpless before him. You dreaded his punishment that you knew would income when he brought you back.
After an hour and an half had past Zhongli excused himself. âI must take my leave now. [Name] you should come withâ his order clear as day. He smiled to the couple and bowed in courtesy.
You swallowed and nodded. You thanked the couple for their hospitality and left with Zhongli.
When you were out of earshot he turned to you. âA broken contract is no laughing matter my dearâ his hand gripping yours. âI will make it clear to you when we get back who you belong toâ his voice deep and determined.
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May I please request a headcanon/story of Nicholas and a reader who tried to escape, but is now trapped in his house? How would life be like for the reader?
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you're really tempting me nwo yikes đąđą i might do it perchance!!! i really want navia .. C1 Kaveh isn't cutting it
"why would you even think of escaping? are you stupid? i always knew you were... unintelligent, but i never took you to be so slow. did you wish to die out there?"
expect to be constantly belittled! who are you to try and leave him? only dumb people try to leave him. are you dumb?
"you think i'm really gonna let you go alone?" he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "don't be so stupid. you lost all your rights when you decided to leave me."
he's constantly following you around the place, and for when he's at work, there's cameras everywhere. you think he wouldn't put a camera in that one corner? you're wrong.
"you want me to do that for you? maybe you should rethink what you just said to me again. maybe then, you'll realize how unbelievably stupid you sound right now."
he won't do anything fun for or with you. wanted to watch a new movie that's been released? you don't get to watch it for at least three months.
"oh, shut up! do you think i have the time to listen to your useless complaints? some people have something useful to do."
he can hardly tolerate you. thought he was rude and impatient before? he's at least, a minimum of a 100 times worse.
Pairing: Yandere!Husband x Reader Description: You donât remember marrying Malcolm, but he remembers every version of youâand each time you try to leave, he brings you back. To be a good wife, he says, all you need to do is stay. Warning/s: Yandere | Gaslighting | Memory Manipulation | Captivity | Non-consensual Surveillance | Emotional Abuse | Obsessive Behavior | Psychological Horror Note/s: Heya! For those who have purchased Dark Roast so far, I'll be sending a better version once it's available. I can't provide the exact time, but in the future. ^^ Anyway, enjoy reading!
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The morning felt like any otherâordinary and mundane. You had kissed him goodbye like you always did, the scent of his cologne lingering long after the door clicked shut. His touch stayed too, warm and possessive as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing the hollow beneath your eye, pausing there just a moment too long.
âBe good, love,â Malcolm murmured, voice low and smooth, velvet laced with iron. There was a sweetness in it. But also, a quiet command, like the smile that never quite reached his eyes.
âI will. I always am, darling,â you replied, automatic and soft. The words tasted familiar, worn from use, yet strange on your tongue. You loved him. At least⊠you believed you did. You had to. There was no reason not to. Not really.
He chuckledâa quiet, amused sound that always pulled a smile from you. You were trained to respond to it, like muscle memory. âI know. But still. Behave, alright?â
You nodded. âOf course. Iâll see you tonight.â
And just like that, he was gone. The silence that followed felt deeper than usual. The house swallowed him whole, leaving only you behind.
You wandered through the quiet halls, trying to shake the feeling that had started to gnaw at the back of your mind. You were often like this latelyâadrift, grasping at something you couldnât quite name. He told you it was nothing. That it was normal, considering the accident. That your memory would return in time.
Except⊠it hadnât.
You couldnât remember the day you married him. Or the way youâd met. Or why you sometimes woke up gasping in the dark, drenched in sweat, your throat raw like youâd screamed your voice away. Youâd asked him once. He had smiled and kissed your forehead, whispering, âSome memories are best left buried.â
That day, the weight in your chest didnât go away.
It was there again now, heavy and suffocating, like invisible fingers tightening around your lungs.
You wandered to the bedroomâyour bedroom. Or so he said. You barely remembered how to navigate the house without thinking. But your body moved on its own. Habit. Routine. Familiarity programmed into your bones, even when your mind resisted.
The drawer in the corner of the room called to you. You didnât mean to open it. Not at first. But your hands were already reaching for it before your thoughts caught up. The compulsion was too strong. Something inside you needed to know.
And when the drawer opened, you froze.
Photographs. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. All carefully arranged. All tucked neatly between delicate tissue paper, as if they were precious artifacts. At first, the faces didnât register. Different hairstyles. Different expressions. Different clothes.
But the same eyes.
Your eyes.
They were all you.
Laughter frozen mid-breath. Smiles that never reached your eyes. Dresses you didnât remember owning. Bruises you couldnât place.
Some photos were newer. Others older. You recognized none of them, and yet they were undeniably you. A collage of versionsâhappy, scared, serene, desperate. But all of them shared one common trait: they were being watched. In each frame, subtly blurred in the background, a shadow lingered.
Him.
Sometimes only his hands were visible, placed possessively around your waist or brushing your hair. Other times, he was fully in frameâclose, always too closeâsmiling with a calm, calculated gaze. The kind of smile that made your skin crawl now that you saw it from the outside.
A ribbon. A perfume bottle. A dried rose, still tied with a bow. A necklaceâbroken at the clasp. A fingernail. You didnât know whether it was yours, and that uncertainty was the worst part.
And then, the flash drive. Sleek. Unmarked. Black as night.
Your hands moved like they werenât your own. You crossed the room, plugged it in, and opened the file. A single video.
The screen flickered. Static.
And when it played, you saw a familiar face.
You.
You were strapped to a chair. No⊠a bed. Bare shoulders trembling, your mouth gagged, eyes wild with terror. You writhed against the restraints, muffled cries choking in your throat. You didnât remember this. You didnât remember this. But it was you.
Then came the voice. Soft. Steady.
His.
âYou always try to leave, my love. But you never make it far.â
The camera panned slowly, almost lovingly, to reveal him sitting beside the frame. Calm. Smiling. Watching you.
âIâm not angry,â he continued. âYou donât need to remember. You donât need to understand. You just need to stay.â
He leaned closer to the lens, his eyes dark and glinting with something sharp beneath the surface.
âIâve loved every version of you. Every time you run, I find you. And I bring you home.â
Your blood ran cold.
âI know you donât remember. Thatâs alright. Iâll remind you. Over and over, if I have to.â
The screen flickered again. Another scene. Another you. This time crying. Another version screaming. Another begging. Another⊠smiling.
Each version more twisted than the last. You watched as he carefully recreated scenariosâlike a director obsessed with a single actress. A thousand variations of the same obsession. A thousand attempts to preserve the perfect you.
You yanked the flash drive from the port, heart hammering. Your stomach churned, bile rising in your throat. You stumbled backwardâ
Knock knock.
A soft, deliberate sound.
You froze.
Another knock. Louder. Measured.
Your heart leapt into your throat. You turned to close the laptop, to hide everythingâbut you were too slow. The door creaked open.
And there he stood.
Framed in the hallway light, still in his work clothes, tie loosened, his smile too pleasant to be real.
âLove?â he called gently. âWhat are you doing?â
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. âI-I was just⊠cleaning.â
He took a step in. Then another. The door shut behind him with a quiet click.
âYou never clean in here.â
You couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe.
He stopped behind you, his presence a wall of heat and silence. You felt his breath on your neck. Then his hand on your shoulder, light as a feather.
âYou opened the drawer, didnât you?â
You said nothing. But the tremble in your body gave you away.
He leaned in, lips grazing your ear.
âYou always open the drawer eventually.â
Your blood turned to ice.
âHow many times has it been, hmm?â he whispered. âSeven? Eight? I lose count. Each time you forget, and each time you find your way back. And I⊠I get to fall in love with you all over again.â
You whimpered, the sound dying in your throat. His hand stroked your hair with practiced gentleness.
âItâs okay,â he said sweetly. âWeâll start over. Again. Just like before. Iâll fix everything.â
You tried to move, but he tightened his grip. That same voice, that same gentle cadence, coiled around you like barbed wire.
âYouâre mine, love. Youâve always been mine.â
And this time, you werenât sure youâd ever escape.
TBC.
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