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jessamine-rose · 1 year

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‧̍̊˚ᵕ⋆Part of Your World⋆ᵕ˚‧̍̊

After two months and several “Part of Your World” loops, my Yandere Mermaid AU has been written!! I hope you all enjoy these tragic fairytales featuring Capitano, Pantalone, Dottore, and Pierro ϵ( 'Θ' )϶

Tw:: yandere, violence, death, kidnapping

♡ 2.5k words under the cut ♡

Shark! Capitano x Coral Reef Fish! Mermaid

♡ Humans and mermaids alike are afraid of Capitano due to the misconceptions about sharks. It doesn’t help that he is considered intimidating even by his own species—a masked hunter who reigns victorious over every feeding frenzy, adorned with scars from his deceased opponents.

♡ In contrast to his fearsome reputation, he is actually one of the calmer creatures of the sea. He mainly keeps to himself and avoids unnecessary violence, confident in his ability to survive alone. So it comes as a surprise when Capitano swims into your coral reef and scares away the mermaids who were bullying you.

♡ He understands your initial fear of him. You are quite the little mermaid, a weaker species of coral reef fish, though your scarred tail is proof of your capacity to defy natural selection. And you achieve another victory as Capitano gently asks if you are all right.

♡ Your quiet “Thank you” results in more encounters. He soon becomes your attentive companion, leading to more peace in your coral reef. The two of you regularly admire the sea anemone and swim together, the distance between you disappearing in no time.

♡ You’ve watched Capitano hunt on a few occasions; and while his strength is terrifying, the spectacle reminds you that he can keep you safe from other species. (Come to think of it, what happened to your bullies?) Likewise, he accepts the algae and small animals you’ve hunted from tiny crevices, affectionately calling you his little hunter.

♡ You even visit his home! His cavern is located in the deep sea, with less sunlight and more aggressive mermaids who mistake you for Capitano’s meal. Don’t worry, he is quick to scare them away and escort you to his safe territory. Look, he has a pretty collection of sea anemone which he knows you’d love.

♡ It’s strange, really. To Capitano, you are no worthy competitor nor a species with symbiotic relations to shark mermaids. So why do you bewitch him? Why does he feel the urge to protect you? Why are his instincts telling him to bite you, not as a prey but as a mate?

♡ He tries to repress those urges. He really does—it would be an offense to your own resilience. How fitting, then, that his boiling point is triggered by the worst predator known to your kind, a group of humans who catch you in a net and drag you up to their boat.

♡ Needless to say, a rare mermaid attack is reported that day. In the wake of the carnage, all you can do is tearfully hug Capitano and thank him for saving you. But the bloodshed does little to calm him. His little mermaid was almost stolen from him. How many more predators are eager to harm you?

♡ It’s too late for you. Before you can swim out of his grasp, Capitano holds you more tightly and makes his decision. The world is merciless to the weak, so you are to stay by his side from now on. It is his only way to ensure your safety.

♡ Well, look on the bright side. With Capitano as your provider, you are never alone in the sea—not that you could leave his territory without him, given his predatory neighbors. He still allows you to swim freely so long as he is there to protect you, and who can forget the many sea anemones he brings home for you?

♡ You can only pray that you survive your new role as his mate. Capitano may be willing to accommodate your softer flesh and courtship rituals, but the difference in strength is apparent. If he isn’t careful, his bites could become fatal…not that he would ever harm his beloved.

Jellyfish! Pantalone x Exotic Pet! Mermaid

♡ Pantalone is regarded as the jewel of the sea. Everything about him is perfect, from his graceful demeanor to his ethereal jellyfish features. Beneath that languid veneer, he is quite skilled in navigating the dangers of the deep sea and preying on unsuspecting creatures.

♡ When a ship capsizes in the midst of a storm, he takes advantage of the situation. He kills stings several humans, collects their valuables, and comes across a new treasure. A pretty mermaid trapped in a large aquarium, gazing at him with wide-eyed wonder.

♡ He easily deduces your identity. You are a rare mermaid raised by humans, a pampered pet who doesn’t know how to survive in the wild. And you have nowhere to go, seeing how your owners have either drowned or abandoned you.

♡ In that case, why don’t you stay with Pantalone? He must be a reliable mermaid if he’s willing to set you free and welcome you into his territory! His cavern is larger than your old aquariums, furnished with a gorgeous collection of pearls, human trinkets, and other treasures. And you fit right in with your shimmery scales and bright smiles.

♡ It takes a while for you to adapt to the wild. Outgrowing your expensive meals is easier said than done, much less learning how to hunt. You’re also a slow swimmer due to being raised in captivity, but Pantalone is patient enough to wait for you. He is a warm presence, always watching over you and educating you in How to be a Mermaid.

♡ He is also incredibly beautiful, which is high praise from an exotic pet. How can you not approach him when he illuminates the dark with his bioluminescent features? How can you not accept his offer to share body heat on cold nights, tails intertwined? How can you not applaud his underwater dances, unaware that it is a courtship ritual?

♡ You’re really lucky to have met him, you know? That is what Pantalone says whenever he stops you from meeting other mermaids and leaving his territory unsupervised. Had you met another sea creature, you would’ve quickly succumbed to the natural order of the world. You’re so naive and helpless, but he is willing to put up with it.

♡ Furthermore, something must be done about your view of humans. Despite the truth to his horror stories, it’s still common for Pantalone to pull you away from the surface and scuba divers. How many times has he warned you against showing yourself to humans? Don’t you know that the creatures who imprisoned you are just as likely to turn you into sashimi?

♡ Your shared life is perfect. So why are you suddenly saying goodbye to him? Pantalone can only stay silent when you tell him that you’d like to find your natural habitat. Your species isn’t meant for the deep sea and you feel guilty for freeloading. At the end of your speech, you leave the cavern to give him some space.

♡ That was your plan until Pantalone reaches out and stings you with his tentacles. He is incredibly apologetic about it, checking your wounds with cold hands and a calm smile. Oh dear, he’s so sorry. It seems that he let his emotions get the best of him. Why don’t you come back inside, darling? In your current condition, you would be easy prey.

♡ You listen to him. Eventually, you agree with Pantalone that you’d made an unconscionable decision. How could you possibly survive in the wild without him? Why put yourself in danger when you already have a perfect mate to care for you? You’re already home.

Octopus! Dottore x Marine Biologist! Human

♡ Octopus mermaids are perceived as intelligent troublemakers, and Dottore lives up to that reputation. His curiosity of the human world has caused many near-sightings, human deaths, and criticism from his peers but who is he to shy away from forbidden knowledge?

♡ It is during one research expedition that he meets a like-minded scientist. You are diving solo when Dottore reveals himself, and you react with genuine excitement. Not conventional fear, greed, or cruelty but pure fascination towards a foreign creature—a sentiment which he reciprocates.

♡ He is cautious, of course, but you remain undeterred by his bared fangs and clouds of ink. You carefully approach him and communicate with hand signals, to which Dottore surprises you with a few human words learned from previous research.

♡ An unlikely friendship is formed. Over time, you and Dottore secretly meet in the same area to share information and learn about each other. The language barrier remains an issue but you soon gain a rudimentary understanding of his speech patterns.

♡ While most humans equate octopi to sea monsters, you are clever enough to discover the truth on your own. You politely study Dottore’s mermaid biology, marveling over his grip strength and the suction marks he leaves on your skin. Likewise, you allow him to poke your legs and squeeze you with his tentacles. Half the time, the latter is an involuntary action which he tries to deny.

♡ One day, he follows you to the surface! Dottore has visited the surface before but it’s different when you are part of the view. Above water, you can remove your diving mask and speak to him clearly. An important observation is made: You have an attractive face. He’d like to see your expressions more often.

♡ Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted by an approaching boat. Quickly, you push him underwater and speak with the sailors. Thankfully, they don’t notice your companion and offer you a ride back to shore. You comply, unaware that Dottore is still watching you.

♡ What an unwelcome intrusion, he thinks bitterly. Despite your sociobiological boundaries, he can’t deny his fondness for you. The involuntary hugs from his tentacles, this odd feeling in all three of his hearts…could it be? Is such an attraction pursuable?

♡ Well, Dottore hasn’t been accused of witchcraft for nothing. In your following visits, he is more rigid in his research. He collects more human data, takes a few DNA samples from you, and acts clingy during your departures. You brush it off as an ordinary change in mood; it’s not like you could ask about it, anyway.

♡ One day, he guides you to the deep sea for some local mermaid games. You’re having so much fun that it comes as a total shock when Dottore forcibly removes your diving mask. For a few minutes, he restrains you with his tentacles and watches your distress with a cold, calculative expression. A deep kiss follows, flooding your throat with a bitter sedative.

♡ You know something is wrong as soon as you wake up. Dottore is looming over you with a frightening grin and when he speaks, you can understand him? That is when you notice the gills on your neck, the scales littering your skin, the mermaid tail in place of your legs.

♡ Aren’t you impressed? It took him ages to create a permanent transformation potion, and he even accommodated your favorite marine species! Now he can see your lovely face all the time and show you parts of the sea which no human can explore. Worry not, Dottore will guide you through your adjustment. The two of you will be closer than ever.

Orca! Pierro x Rescuer! Human

♡ Orca mermaids are no stranger to animal cruelty. Pierro can attest to that, having lost his habitat and escaped captivity. So when he washes up on shore, too weak and dispirited to resist the currents, he thinks it is the end for him.

♡ Only to be proven wrong by a compassionate human who lives near the sea. Before anyone can see him, you bring the beached mermaid home and put him in your bathtub. You add some foam pillows, treat his wounds, and wait for him to wake up.

♡ Pierro is naturally distrustful at first but there’s only so much he can do inside a bathtub. Apart from your concern, you are naturally curious about him and surprised by his fluency in human languages, an ability exclusive to his species.

♡ For a human, you’re oddly empathetic. Recognizing the social needs of orca mermaids, you spend hours in your bathroom to chat with your new companion. You introduce him to human culture by providing personal stories and warm meals which taste a thousand times better than the stale fish fed to captive animals.

♡ As the weeks pass, Pierro grows to trust you. You treat him like a companion, not a beast or pet, and go the extra mile to keep him comfortable. While he is embarrassed to sit in an inflatable kiddie pool, he’s willing to set aside his pride for more interactions in your home.

♡ Once his wounds have healed, you bring him to shore and set him free. In the dead of the night, you have enough time to properly say your goodbyes and wish Pierro a safe future. He thanks you one last time and disappears below the surface, leaving you to resume your ordinary life.

♡ Months later, you are roaming your neighborhood when you bump into a familiar person. It’s Pierro, appearing distinctly human with his two legs and fancy suit. After the initial shock wears off, he explains that he took a transformation potion to visit you. The effect wears off in three days; until then, would you be so kind as to give him a tour of your world?

♡ You eagerly accept. In his human form, Pierro can properly explore your house and natural habitat. The two of you go on several outings, eat your meals at your dining table, and share your bed. He regards your bathtub and kiddie pool with endeared nostalgia.

♡ On the third day, you cook a special farewell feast and invite Pierro to visit another time. He thanks you again, for both your hospitality and your previous act of compassion, but makes one clarification: Who said that he is saying goodbye?

♡ You aren’t given a warning before Pierro physically overpowers you and twists your leg. Calmly, he carries you to bed and soothes your pained cries. Walking is quite inconvenient, isn’t it? All it takes is a single injury, a shift in balance or gravity, for a human to be incapacitated.

♡ Well, Dottore’s the Sea Witch’s potion was worth it. He still has a few days before the effect wears off, enough time to decide on what to do with you. You see, darling, you’re too precious to him. How can he search for a new home when he has already found one in you?

♡ Now he just needs to decide whether he’ll remain a human or drag you to the deep sea and permanently turn you into a mermaid. It’s a difficult choice, seeing how either of you must make a sacrifice. But one thing is certain: Wherever you go, land or sea, he will be a part of your world.

♡

Read the sequel + more mermaid lore ʚʘ͜͡))❨

Fufufu which Harbinger’s story was your favorite?? The mermaid brainrot and nostalgia was very strong in this one. If the couples seem familiar, that’s cuz I incorporated the characters and darlings from my Yandere! Harbinger longfic series~

A big thank you to @diodellet for beta-reading this and putting up with more of my nonsense. And to the fishfuckers, I know you exist. I hope you are happy u_u

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harmonysanreads · 9 months

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This is probably kinda weird but I STILL WANNA SEE DARLING ESCAPING NEUVILLETTE SOMEHOW

How about, darling taking advantage of her connections, money, and big brain by somehow getting herself into an arranged marriage with one of the more high ranking harbingers like Pierro (the leader) or Capitano (the strongest).

💅 anon

[ previously ]

Putting Pierro against Neuvillette... how coy anon 🧐

Though I don't really write for Pierro or Capitano, let's say, hypothetically, you managed to outwit Neuvillette's advances with the culmination of everything you've ever achieved and inherited in your life and got yourself intertwined with a Harbinger of the highest echelon. But there's a catch, once you sign the contract, there's no backing out. Because of the way you both pose and establish all such boundaries and conditions, it's almost questionable if it's a marriage or a business deal. Regardless, you get what you asked for : protection and power and initially, there's a semblance of peace.

Adapting with the new environment would not be easy, but you're determined on doing it anyway. It's almost amusing to your new husband how much the idea of the Chief Justice of Fontaine plagues you. Harbingers are always vigilant for an opportunity that'll benefit them, so who's to say your husband in particular will not use your concerns to his advantage? Neuvillette, on the other hand, is temporarily in disarray but it is what is it, temporary. There's no end to all the crimes attached to a Harbinger's name and all Neuvillette looks for, is a chance to bring the Harbinger in Fontaine, where having them judged in the Court will be just a matter of when. It will not be easy for either parties to win, especially for you as you soon realize that in the pursuit of freeing yourself from one obsessive man, you'd gotten tangled with another.

#neuvillette brainrot #yandere #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x reader #──⚝ 💅anon #yandere pierro #yandere capitano #yandere harbingers #yandere fatui harbingers #yandere pierro x reader #yandere capitano x reader

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aluraveil · 1 year

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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers

Pairings: Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader

PIERRO

When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.

Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.

With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.

The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.

Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.

PANTALONE

If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.

So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.

But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.

When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking. Your

At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.

But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul.

He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him. Not even in your dreams.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.

You immediately blacked out.

When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms.

Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.

DOTTORE

If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken. You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.

The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.

When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.

You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.

When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you.

It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin. You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin.

Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.

Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.

Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.

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tylerxrbtwhp · 2 months

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Personal Favourite Fanfics | Genshin Impact |

Let's just get straight into it, these are listed for myself and I don't care if anyone dislikes it. Apologies if it sounded harsh. Pierro Petty Desire https://www.tumblr.com/shumidehiro/691819219914047488/petty-desire?source=share [No Name] https://serendipityandbenevolence.tumblr.com/post/714813368772509696/pierro-x-reader-gn-in-sagau-im-rushing-this-one

[No Name] https://frogchiro.tumblr.com/post/691528304613834752/your-hcs-about-pierro-and-his-behaviours-like

Oh, Sister! https://sondepoch.tumblr.com/post/689800438469492736/oh-sister-pierro-x-reader-ft-harbingers

[No Name] https://genshin-side-piece.tumblr.com/post/700576576188940288/yandere-pierro Drowning https://blueparadis.tumblr.com/post/694928022344695808/drowning-pierro

[No Name] https://popsicle-parfait.tumblr.com/post/690636491914887168/spontaneous-pierro-headcannons Sugar Coated Medicine https://teabreakpancakes.tumblr.com/post/696020148420771840/sugar-coated-medicine

[No Name] https://abbacchiosbelt.tumblr.com/post/696328744424636416/guhurehguhre-youre-so-right-abt-older-characters

The Sweet Fairy and The Bitter Fool https://thescribeoflostmemories.tumblr.com/post/697146067839582208/the-sweet-fairy-and-the-bitter-fool-pas-de-deux

[No Name] https://seakicker.tumblr.com/post/693633157162057728/m-maybe-pierro-with-fertility-goddess-pls-hear

Chess Piece https://www.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/705894196829208576/hi-i-would-like-to-present-the-side-story-to?source=share

Disjecta Membra https://www.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/704898782748409856/sigh-idk-what-to-say-at-this-point-im-not-even?source=share

Just Friends, Right? https://at.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/as-your-common-mythology-enjoyer-i-always-adore/jvfu6qg8m3w3

An Old Acquaintance https://at.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/read-disjecta-membra-and-chess-piece-here-in-my/wnyo4fzf7xd1

Misery Loves Solitude https://www.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/734241709811269632/hear-me-out-what-is-savior-doest-cry-tears-but

Aoede https://www.tumblr.com/jessamine-rose/707593638842155008/aoede?source=share

Acquiescene https://www.tumblr.com/dear-yandere/689607844994121729/yandere-jester-x-gn-reader-tw-cockwarming?source=share

#yandere pierro x reader #pierro x reader #yandere pierro #pierro smut #genshin pierro #pierro genshin impact #the jester #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #genshin smut #genshin imagines

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pineappleandcake · 2 years

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OMG OMG OMG LISA YOU HAVE TO FUCKING HEAR ME OUT OUIWEDNOJA 😭😭😭😭😭

I WAS EATING DINNER WHEN I SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF AN IDEA FOR A YANDERE FIC

YOU REMEMBER HOW IN THE HARBINGERS TRAILER IT SHOWED A SCENE WITH PIERRO WITH THE CHESS BOARD???

IMAGINE THIS. YOUR FATHER IS IN DEBT AND HE STILL CAN’T PAY IT BACK EVEN AFTER BORROWING MONEY FROM THE NORTHLAND BANK…THEN DADDY PIERRO SHOWS UP 😍🥵💗💗💗 <333

YOU RECIEVE A LETTER SAYING TO SHOW UP AT ZAPOLARNY PALACE AND IF YOU WIN A MATCH OF CHESS AGAINST PIERRO THEN YOUR DEBT WILL BE PAID BACK…HOWEVER IF YOU LOSE THEN THE READER WILL BE FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE WITH PIERRO <3333

AHHHHH IM JUST HAVING MASSIVE PIERRO BRAINROT RIGHT NOW AOOAKAOAKAOSOAKS

The Chess Board

Pairings : Yandere Pierro x Reader

TW : Yandere themes, forced marriage,and spoilers for fatui harbinger trailer?

Note : AHHHH ANON THANK YOU FOR THE FIC IDEA <33

Your family was in trouble.

Your family business was doing well, until one day it all fell down. Your family was in debt. In a last ditch attempt to save your family business, your father borrowed a loan from the Northland Bank.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out and your family debt was even larger now.

However one day you and your mom were eating dinner in the kitchen table when your dad came in with a letter in his hand.

It read :

"I see that you are in huge debt after borrowing money from the Northland Bank. I'm here to offer you a deal; come to Zapolarny Palace at 7:00 for a match of chess. If you win, your debt will be paid back."

It was too good to be true. That's what you were thinking when you read the letter that your father handed you. Why would someone pay back your debt without wanting something in return.

"The letter has a fatui symbol on it" Your father murmered, "it wouldn't be a wise idea not to show up"

And that's how you got here. Inside Zapolarny Palace being escorted by a fatui agent who lead you into a room.

A fatui harbinger greeted your father

In the middle the long and empty quiet room was your father and the 1st fatui harbinger going by the name of "Pierro".

The air in the room felt intense as you had sat down on the chair and watched the chess match between the both of them.

You could hear the snowstorm howling outside as you tried to focus on the match. You were getting nervous and scared. All sorts of thoughts were running through your mind such as "what would happen if your father lost" and "what will happen to our family now if your father didn't win".

"You never told us what would happen if we lost" You said voicing out your thoughts.

You almost fell out of your chair as Pierro gruff voice boomed through the room.

"You'll see what happens my dear."

You gave him a horrified look.

"Hmm cute" Pierro thought as the both of them continued on with the match.

Pierro's face looked calm and his gaze was cold while your father was trying to keep it cool. You could tell he was nervous.

"that's it that's it" your father thought while trying to keep it cool "if i move my piece here ill win next turn.."

You noticed the move your father made but then you realized something wasn't right. Pierro was a fatui harbinger. The strongest one in fact and the leader of all of them. He couldn't lose that easily right?..

You prayed that your thoughts were wrong. You prayed that your father would win the match so all of your debts could be paid. Ywere so nervous that you closed your eyes in anticipation. In your head you counted to 10 to 1.

10..

9..

8..

7..

6..

5..

4..

3..

2..

"checkmate."

You opened your eyes and gasped.

You saw your father's king chest piece knocked down.

Pierro had won the match.

You were devastated and heartbroken. Words couldn't describe the emotions you were feeling at that very moment.

Pierro got up from his seat and grabbed you. He hung you over his shoulder as he said

"Y/N is mine now. I'll make sure your debts are paid though."

In the end you wished you could say this had a happy ending. Your family debt was paid. But at what cost?

You.

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Ahh thank you for answering!Take as much time as you need<3

I loved the way you wrote for Pierro so :3

“Why do you care?"(Pierro)

This can be read as a continuation to this post

The sound of Pierro's heels clicking against the polished floor floods the hallway. His only comrade is the dread of facing you again, the last encounter having ended at your demand of seeing Teyvat.

He had left almost immediately after the argument. Perhaps Pierro thought that being engulfed in his work would bring about a feeling of peace, but all it did was irritate the harbinger further. This is for your own good, he thinks.

A door, tall and imposing, separates him from you, the hallway from the bedroom. Even reaching for the doorknob is painful, for he knows what's going to come next.

Tears. That is what he is greeted with.

They swiftly run down your cheeks, and Pierro finds his heart shrinking painfully at the sight. The room is cold, and you are seated on the chair by the window in nothing but a dainty nightgown. You must be cold, so he immediately sheds off his coat and places it over your shoulders.

No reaction. Sniffles continue as he seats himself opposite to you. A table is in between you both, and Pierro finds the setting to be akin to an interrogation so he drags the chair to your side and then sits.

Again, you refuse to give a reaction. Your eyes longingly gaze outside the window, watching the snowy terrain as more snow falls. Pierro finds the silence agonising. There is no crackling fireplace and no incessant rambling from your side.

If he hadn't known any better, he would believe that you are cross. However, he realises that what you feel is disappointment and he is fully prepared to rectify it. A hand is placed on your own before he speaks, but before the latter can occur, you've shrugged it off and shrinked into yourself.

Ah. So you're not willing to talk? Well that is certainly going to pose a problem. Your tantrums usually start with him receiving the silent treatment, followed by you making yourself scarce by locking yourself in the study which is succeeded by your outburst of fury where you remind Pierro of just how much destruction lies beneath your skin.

He thought he had quelled it long ago, but it sometimes resurfaces as a taunt to his inabilities.

A hand, warm and reassuring, places itself on your shoulder. Any attempt to shrug it off if unsuccessful for Pierro is unwilling to let go this time. Your malicious gaze pierces through him, but he remains firm.

"Get your hand off of me," you seethe.

Pierro merely shakes his head. "I would appreciate it if you spoke to me. Acting like a child and throwing tantrums is beneath you, my dear."

"Why do you care? Your only concern is this snowy land called Snezhnaya. Nothing else."

Pierro thinks he saw a spark in your eyes again, and before he could even conjure up a response for your little jab, he finds himself wanting to soothe you instead.

"My concern is you," he whispers as though revealing a secret. "I have many things to deal with, but you, my dear, come first."

The spark in your eyes dies out and is replaced by a bottomless pit devoid of any emotion. "I only wish you had thought of that before chaining me to you. Had you really loved me, you would never have been so selfish."

To substitute for a lack of words, Pierro chooses action and moves to cup your cheek. However, this act is seen as belittlement in your eyes, and you swiftly get up and leave the room.

As Pierro mentally prepares himself for the fire damage that will inevitably occur, one thought constantly eats away his mind. Why can he not win you over even after centuries?

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little lover.

yandere! fatui harbingers x gn! darling.

headcanons on sharing a darling (shared darling au).

› wc: 8.3k.

› characters included: pierro, scaramouche, pantalone, childe, arlecchino, columbina, il dottore, il capitano, sandrone.

› tw: suggestive themes, pseudo-incest and incest (pierro and childe), mention of noncon (pierro), physical punishment (capitano, scaramouche, and sandrone), mention of human trafficking (pantalone), gendered nickname (arlecchino).

› note: ah the length of these headcanons got the best of me... i would have broken this post up into individual pieces, but i think it’s best to read them altogether considering they’re sharing a darling. i also reposted my columbina headcanons here with several additions for the sake of consistency!

also...please pretend scaramouche didn’t run away and is here to partake in darling <3

pierro // the jester — reverent, delusional, manipulative, strict art by bahari (pixiv).

— pierro keeps you at his side like a pet, painfully aware that this desire to keep cherished ones close stems from the tragedy that befell his nation long ago. he is an enigma you neither the other harbingers cannot possibly hope to understand, but you know this well: he is a man with a focus, one who takes great precautions to ensure nothing can surprise him. before you became the harbingers’ shared lover, pierro took great care in observing every part of you — your background, your abilities and talents, your psychology. only behind closed doors does he let his humanity show, and, sometimes... his inhumanity. because he will not stop at knowing all there is to know about your life — because to know someone is to know their body, to know their quirks and weaknesses, their dreams and ambition. to know someone truly is to know intimacy, and there is little that pierro — a man who has lost and outlived everything he’s ever cared for — wants more than to feel whole again. mere facts on sheets of paper cannot encapsulate who you are and how you may be of service to him, nor can they predict how he comes undone when you’re alone together.

because he is tired. he is tired of screaming to be heard, of being unheeded regardless. those people are gone, and he does not intend to let anyone who does not listen live.

“those who fail to heed the warnings don't live to admit they were senseless not to do so. if you wish to live, do not stray from my side.”

— he’s adamant in ensuring you are in the best condition possible when his time with you comes. though you are given little orders apart from pleasing or accompanying the harbingers, absolute obedience is expected of you. no moment is rest is granted to you, whose mind is constantly on edge, because he has seen to it that you are always watched. the harbingers are granted the task of caring for you on days when you’re in their possession. they can do to you what they see fit, so long as no bones are broken and all blemishes and bruises can be hidden upon pierro’s request. naturally, select harbingers aren’t awfully keen on having to keep you in one piece (or alive, for that matter), but they are powerless against pierro’s word. for that, you are grateful (you might not survive otherwise)... and horrified. what power could he wield that even his worst, most powerful subordinates fear him?

for that alone, the thought of rebelling against pierro never once crosses your mind, no matter how horridly you may be treated by your subjugators. without pierro’s leniency, you would be in for a far worse fate.

“do you understand what it’s like to have hope, only to lose it? ... then do not have hope, because there is no escape for you here.”

— pierro isn’t himself when you’re alone together. his idea of love is different from the others’ — because he doesn’t see you. because, some days, you swear there’s someone who looks exactly like him, someone who acts nothing like him. because, sometimes...he has this look of regret and sadness in his eye. a stiffness that you quickly learn the tell-tale signs of, one that doesn’t prepare you regardless.

because you remind him of those he loved and lost. some days, you remind him of his lover; others, you remind him of his younger sibling. the way you’ll laugh, the way you’ll hang onto his every word. the way you’d listen to him unlike those who hadn’t; and he’s reminded of how death does not discriminate between the worthy and the unworthy, the foolish and the learned.

these memories haunt him, and he finds solace in you. you wonder if he sees you or these ghosts of his past, but it does not matter any way. because even when his hands touch you in places they shouldn’t, the delusion in his eyes does not diminish. because no matter who you are, or who you were to him, he only wants his nation. he wants a legacy, someone who shares his blood, someone he can call family, someone he can call a khaenri’ahn. you will give birth to worthy khaenri’ahns... even if you haven’t the ability to birth in the first place.

you quickly learn he is too far gone to care for the difference.

“i had spent years telling myself ‘i should have died with them’. but, it is only you who makes me want to live again.”

scaramouche // the balladeer — cruel, delusional, manipulative, strict art by @嶋兎 (pixiv).

— scaramouche is possessive to a fault, but his complaints fall on deaf ears. he isn’t keen on sharing, much less sharing what should rightfully be his and his alone. when it’s his ‘turn’ with you, he’s wastes little time ripping the lavish jewels or beautiful dresses dresses from your body. his hands are quick to replace the cloths, tracing each curve to inspect what the others have done to you. he plans to return those markings twice fold. no matter how much you protest or plead with him, he is always brutal, rough, and cold in his treatment of you — yet equally jealous and possessive. onslaughts of degradation sometimes give way to moments of tenderness. eager hands will tread knots out of your hair and lay kisses on your cheek. cooling balm will be applied to your bruises and wounds, and he’ll hold you in his arms like you might shatter if he doesn’t hold you together himself. he has the same body and the same voice, but calling out to him never feels right, in these moments. because you’re afraid he wasn’t the same scaramouche. because you’re afraid speaking will break the spell and bring back the scaramouche who hurts you.

moments like these leave you wondering if there are really two of him. you hope there is, because it would mean momentary reprieve from the cruelty of the other. and yet... you wonder if that hidden side of him ever remembers these tender moments. maybe he’d go easier on you if he did.

“how pathetic... i would kill to be loved, but there is nothing left of me to love.”

— the balladeer is a ticking time bomb. you’re constantly on edge in his presence (that’s what he wants), unsure of what his disgusted expressions and harsh words truly mean. his words hold little weight in regard to the truth, as he’ll say one thing and mean the other, expecting you to read between the lines or read his mind entirely. in that way, you learn that flattery will get you everywhere with him. although he would never formally confirm such a disgraceful truth, he has an inferiority complex, one that makes him particularly sensitive to any genuine praise you’ll give him. he isn’t a fool, though — if you praise him just right, just enough but not too much, the odds will forever be in your favor. it won’t earn you any special treatment (certainly no more freedoms than he’s already stripped you of), but you’ll be spared the physical punishments and verbal abuse for as long as he wills it.

because though he cares not for the gods, treating you like the gods treat humans is the closest he’ll get to feeling wanted.

“just because they allow you to live doesn’t mean you can live for anyone other than me. don’t forget who you belong to.”

— scaramouche loves a challenge, and you provide more than enough. he treats you worse than his subordinates. because he loves the way you’ll claw at his arms hoping your nails will break a layer of skin, a worthless attempt at distracting him long enough to push him from your body. he loves the way, that in the same vein of your contempt and disgust, your breath will catch and falter in your mouth when he’s unexpectedly gentle with your wounds or bruises, laying tender kisses on the markings as if in apology for not being there to prevent them. how... in the same vein, he’ll imbue his fingertips with electro and choke you, defile you, ruin you in a way the others cannot. he wants to be the most prominent marking on your body, the most painful memory in your head — an eternal reminder that no matter how many partners you have, he’s the one you’ll come crawling back to.

or, perhaps it’s more than that. perhaps he just loves the way your gasps build up to a crescendo, the way they meld into screams soon thereafter. perhaps he loves the way your voice falters into hoarse gasps and desperate cries, the way they bounce off your walls the very same way your body would if he could have his way with you. perhaps he does harbor some sense of twisted love for you...

or perhaps he loves the way you hurt. because that’s all there ever is to it.

he wants you to hurt the same way he does.

he finds you disgusting.

sitting before him like a dog, when only moments ago you dared to speak back in front of his subordinates. you didn’t have that sort of mouth when you came here only a week ago. knowing the harbingers’ distaste for him, he can only imagine they said not to worry about angering him. the words leave his mouth before he can regain composure.

“tell me what they said about me.” he accuses, grabbing you hair. you whimper just like a dog, and it makes him want to treat you like one. “did they tell you they’ll ‘handle’ me? or that i’m not worth the trouble?” he pulls you closer, excited by the tears rolling from your eyes. “did they tell you to treat me like they do? like i’m nothing more than trash?”

the thought alone is enough to dye his vision red, and his other hand reaches for you. wants to wrap his hands around your neck. wonders how long it’ll take to snap.

sparks linger on his hand, and you haven’t a doubt that he would shock you into submission should he so choose. your knees buckle from fear, and it’s no surprise he lets you go right then. because you crumple to the ground in a pathetic display of powerlessness, and he stands above you like a god.

“you are below me.”

pantalone // the regrator — reverent, aware, manipulative, strict art by @zhyphenth (twitter).

— pantalone is one of the few ‘gentlemen’ of the bunch, especially when he discovers the joys of having an obedient and submissive doll to endlessly thank and fawn over him. he finds endless entertainment in the way you react to his lavish gifts and grand stories of travels and business conquests, more so if you play it up for the sake of his ego. sparing a few couple hundred million mora is nothing to a man of his wealth, so he is quick to endow you with gifts most would kill for. the finest jewels and fabrics, the tastiest food and drink, the most beautiful formal wear and aestheticians money can afford. colombina is thrilled, to say the least, considering she too adores dressing her sweet little dove up to the nines. pantalone is more than happy to oblige, of course, as pocket change like such has little meaning to him. what he really craves is your continual appraisals of his generosity and compassion. watching you slowly come to see him as genial rather than your oppressor is such fun; you haven’t the slightest clue how much power he holds. one misstep and he can see to it that you suffer a fate worse than death. perhaps they’ll throw you into the cold winter of snezhnaya with nothing but rags, or drop you in a foreign land with no money and a bad taint on your name, or even sell you off to a brothel for a hefty price. those scum of the earth would fall over themselves to buy the fatui’s whore.

“don’t fret, little gem. the price has little to do with you. it’s merely my responsibility as a gentleman to treat you with the dignity you deserve.”

— pantalone isn’t fond of any rejections of his goodwill. while he understands the desire to reject gifts you feel undeserving of (that was his first inclination too, until he realized you must take all you can get in this world), refusal to take that which is rightfully yours simply doesn’t sit well with him. your meek behavior reminds me him too much of his unsightly past, something you’d do well not to remind him of. you have little choice but to let him pamper you if he so sees fit, unless you plan to sit around idly while he verbally abuses you. even more precarious is any situation where you refuse his generosity in public. when he forces you to attend a social event as his partner, you are to be the epitome of grace and modesty. any refusal, be it verballly or through body language, is met with the harshest of words and the vilest of threats. he is above physically laying a hand on you under the pretense of discipline, but his reputation is everything to him; and, to have such an unsightly and ungrateful consort at his side is nothing short of disgraceful. you’d be better off beaten and bruised on the streets like a mutt, he’ll say, and you do not doubt his words — because he can make it happen should he see fit.

“not even a pauper would reject such extravagance. tell me, filth, do you wish to be lower than a pauper? i can arrange it quite easily, you see... perhaps you’d like a demonstration?”

— as the richest of the harbingers, you’re certain his particular affinity to lavish decorum and gaudy gifts is his way of asserting control and dominance over you. it’s his money, after all, and you haven’t the freedom to your name to refuse. though, childe seems persistent in besting his efforts. at some point, it became a game of ‘who’s richer?’, with you at center stage. you’d do best to watch your reactions and words when accepting their offerings. childe is much more lenient if you refuse his gifts, but pantalone will force it upon you in whichever way he sees fit. countless unwanted decorations or trinkets will find their way into your room, shining and ready for your adulation upon your return. you’d best not reject any clothing or jewels he offers you either; if he doesn’t order the maids to bring you to the dressing room and force it upon your person, he will do it himself.

“i’ll purchase the world if you ask, little gem. just say the word and it’s riches are yours.”

— his rivalry with childe is amusing, but the latter cannot compare to pantalone’s rank within the harbingers. while childe is often sent on missions in which an in-person appearance is needed, pantalone is free to to ‘work’ from wherever and whenever he sees fit. it’s only natural he takes you with him to one of numerous hideouts around teyvat for a breath of fresh air - something childe is unable to do nearly as frequently. pantalone likes to think that anything in the world can be bought with money (even happiness), but he isn’t a fool; nothing can top the opportunity to escape the overwhelming presence of the most powerful people in snezhnaya. he’ll say his reasoning is a fleeting sense of pity for your situation, though a greater, more selfish part of his ego is the desire to isolate you from the rest. his greed is boundless, and even you aren’t exempt from those desires. you’ll thank him for his compassion and generosity soon enough.

tartaglia // childe — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient art by astara nell (pixiv).

— tartaglia is one of the only harbingers that treat you with a degree of normalcy; though, you’d do best to be on guard no matter how sweet his words. the moment you caught his attention is one he looks back on fondly. you reminded him so much of his siblings, that same look of pleading and losslessness darting from one harbinger to the next. it was adorable, the fact you’d still cling to some hope that the fatui have a degree of humanity left to spare. in truth...he couldn’t help himself. the desire to protect you wasn’t nearly as strong as his desire to protect his siblings, but something about the way you held out for the tiniest sliver of humanity amongst a pack of wolves was hopelessly endearing. he was taken with you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

“aw, look how terrified you are. i can’t say the same for the others, but i won’t hurt you, alright? pinky promise.“

— tartaglia isn’t silent in his adoration for you, and he will loudly claim you as one of his own in front of the other harbingers, much to their annoyance. it’s easy enough to treat you as he would teucer; and, considering his wealth, he enjoys showering you with gifts just as he would his siblings. pantalone originally tried to compete with him in this endeavor, claiming that he could procure much more exquisite and expensive gifts than tartaglia ever could. what pantalone doesn’t understand, of course, is that you’re scared. gifts are meaningless if the recipient has no choice but to accept, whether that be from social pressure, or in this case, a fear for their life. it was only natural you eventually took a liking to childe far more easily than you did with pantalone despite the latter’s best attempts.

— you see tartaglia infrequently due to the necessity of his field work, but the moments he takes to visit you are always welcome. when he’s gone, you’re left to fend for yourself against the peculiar interest of the harbingers. tartaglia is a breath of fresh air, a welcome reminder that you’re not a plaything or a pet, but a human with emotions, wants, and needs. he makes it easy to forget that his personality is fabricated and his words hide lies within their dark corners. you’re aware of his ingenuine behavior, but it’s hard to think he isn’t the perfect lover. because despite being equal parts possessive and protective, his affection never leaves you feeling disgusting.

“who did this to you? now now, there’s no need to shake like a leaf, solnyshko (sunshine). just tell me who it was and i’ll take care of it for you...that’s what big brothers are for, hm?”

— although he can’t give you everything you want (what could you want more than going back to your normal life, after all?), you’re happy he tries his best to please you. that’s more than you can say for your other keepers... that’s more you could say about anyone, really...

he picks up on this insecurity of yours rather quickly of course. you don’t see yourself as worth the trouble of saving or finding, so who would realistically save you? you’ve bared witness to the power of the harbingers countless times before — who could save you aside from the archons themselves? you truly have no one but him, and he can’t help but bask in that realization. you have no one to run to other than him, don’t you? if only you’d rely on him more...he’d steal you away in an instant. somewhere no one can touch you or defile you.

no one apart from him.

the sight before him is nothing short of breathtaking. you snooze peacefully against his arm, a hand pressed against the thick fur on his coat to cushion your cheek. this is ... new. you’ve never willingly stepped into his personal space before, not like this. never to the point of letting your guard down so easily.

tartaglia loves you as he loves his siblings, so he instinctively drapes a warm comforter over your sleeping form. though... it’s in moments like these where even he can’t push away intrusive thoughts. moments like this where he wonders what would happen if he touched you like lovers would. would you shy away from his touch like you do with the others, or would you lean into him further? would you protest if his hands wandered where they shouldn’t, or would you let him touch you places no big brother should?

the thought alone excites him.

“rest up, sunshine.” he laughs, brushing stray hairs from your face. your lips twitch into a small smile, comforted by the warmth of his touch. for once, you feel unbridled comfort in his presence. archons, how easy it’d be to shatter that false pretense of solidarity and trust you’ve granted him. you’d feel betrayed, no doubt, but you wouldn’t shy away from him, not for long — not when you’re much worse off with your other options.

mm...that will come in due time. he can only hold himself back for so much longer...

arlecchino // the knave — reverent, aware, honest, strict art by @pumpkin0352 (twitter).

— arlecchino is princely and classy in everything she does, though she is terrifying to the untrained eye. you quickly come to learn that she’s rather unsure of how to show romantic emotions to anyone other than colombina. as little has to be said for colombina to understand arlecchino’s loving nature — the existence of which you’re still skeptical of considering you’re held here against your will — colombina happily interprets arlecchino’s true intentions to you. despite her cold appearance, arlecchino tries her best to show her affection during the course of a normal day; still, she only truly lets her guard down in private. having met her only in public, anyone would agree she’s hard to get close to. despite her affections, she is controlling at her core and does not take kindly to any visible disdain of her actions. still, it’s difficult to deny she goes out of her way to care for you both whether it be in private or not. you shiver to think how much worse off you’d be in the hands of the harbingers without arlecchino advocating for you (even if it is for her own gain).

“my grace, how are you taking to the new scenery and living arrangements? while i’m not thrilled by the rotating schedule, the least i can do is make the transition easier. anything you desire, i will see to it myself.”

— arlecchino isn’t nearly as touchy as colombina; rather, she shows her affection through meaningful actions and thoughtful trinkets — gifts that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, unlike childe and pantalone’s lavish gift-giving competition. she finds their efforts to be a disgusting display of wealth, and above all, futile; naturally, you’re most taken by herself and dear colombina. still, even arlecchino feels the occasional desire to touch her lovers. colombina is much more open with touching and will happily initiate physical touch whenever she sees fit — a quick peck on the lips, a hand twirling locks of arlecchino’s hair... but you’re not nearly as open to such displays of affection. she can’t fault you, given her own standoffish disposition, but it does sadden her ever so slightly. despite the climbing desire to hold you in her arms, arlecchino takes the slow route with gaining your trust and affections, opting to treat you like someone she is courting rather than someone she already has possession of. only within arlecchino’s presence do you feel a semblance of safety.

“i think more about you than you perhaps suppose.“

— she hates the situation you find yourself in. how her mind is filled with constant paranoia and worry that you’ll disappear, run away, or end up dead in one of sandrone or dottore’s experiments. despite the fatui’s overwhelming influence and power, she even worries that you’ll be stolen away by those who wish to ‘liberate’ you, to grant you your freedom. she abhors such an idea, because true freedom can only be with her and columbina. should an opening presents itself, arlecchino will have no hesitations in stealing you away from the zapolyarny palace; one such opportunity is one in a million, however, and she cannot ensure your safety unless those more powerful than her are eliminated.

as it is now, the best she can do is show you the life you could have with her and columbina, free of the watchful gaze of the tsaritsa’s followers. for this reason, alrecchino needs absolute control over your day-to-day life: where you are, who you’re with and for how long, what they’ll be doing to or with you, when she can see you again. though she cannot force some unsightly harbingers to treat you properly, she is skilled in procuring information on their weaknesses and shameful deeds — information she uses to bargain for your safety.

“you don’t have to rely on them for anything. i will protect and cherish you where those ilk see it fit to mistreat you. so do not rely on anyone else any longer.”

— as if held up by an intangible string, arlecchino never lets her posture slouch or her behavior falter. proper etiquette and grace are exceedingly important to her (which, perhaps, is yet another reason she’s so taken with colombina), so it’s only natural she expects the same of you. whenever you may slip up with basic mannerisms and conduct, she feels the slightest twinge of disappoint, but she’s adamant to never let such emotion show. despite your shortcomings, she holds you in high regard as a person of interest meant to be protected. what would you think if your princely knight displayed such unrefined sentiments in your presence? surely you’d be less inclined to listen to her — and worse, you may even start to prefer colombina. that won’t do. while she loves the damselette equally and just as dearly, the knave does not put such effort into these things for no reward. while she’d would never stoop so low as to force you to treat her in a way you’re not fully agreeable with, arlecchino expects your eager gratitude at her behest. you don’t need to love her quite yet — simply know your place.

a prince does not force a princess to do anything... because, no matter how long it may take, arlecchino wants to win your love justly.

“moya printsessa (my princess), i plan on spending my lifetime trying to court you. even if the world ends, my love for you would remain.”

colombina // the damselette — reverent, delusional, manipulative, lenient art by もち。kenyal (pixiv).

— colombina is so terribly fond of you, going so far as to call you her little dove. the name had come as a surprise as first, given that she is far more delicate and graceful than you could ever attain — but she insists. if anything, you welcome her infatuation, even if you’re not quite sure why she feels such a way in the first place. perhaps it’s the way she enjoys dressing you up in snezhnaya’s latest fashions, or the way she adores washing and combing your hair when she all but forces you to join her in the bath. perhaps...she sees you as nothing more than a doll or pet, but you are in no position to speak out against her overwhelming love for you; after all, you suppose it could be far worse — memories of the way dottore and scaramouche treat you flashing through your recent memory. just let her love you, even if you break and suffocate.

“you’re just so wonderfully adorable, little dove. however can you blame me?”

— the way she dotes on you would leave any of her countless admirers overwhelmed by jealousy, but they do not dare speak out against their lady. whether it is in fear of her power or from respect in her position amongst the executives, colombina is adamant in her adoration of her sweet little bird. the way you chitter and peep like a baby bird when she so much as runs delicate fingers through your hair or along your skin is enough to melt her heart — if she could help it, she would want nothing more than to hear those sounds all day as she cradles you within her arms. it’s why she insists on joining her in the bath as often as you can, even on days where you’re in the possession of the others. most of her cohorts (aside from scaramouche) have no problem with this arrangement as long as she returns you to their rooms straight after. selfishly, she still doesn’t like having a time limit to the fleeting moments she’s allotted with you, but she’s partial to the look of relief on your face when she takes you from the more frightening harbingers, even if only for an hour or two. she relishes in the respite you find within her company, because she and arlecchino are the only ones who are on your side. you need her, and that is all she needs. who will you turn to besides those two, after all?

“little dove, fragile little songbird — won’t you sing for me tonight?”

— she loves you the way vines love the trees they tether to: twisted. her words are carefully picked, their usage meant to instill complete fear and submission. like arlecchino, she expects you to behave ‘properly’ in her presence, taking her every word and whim to heart. her presence alone is overbearing, though she is adamant you listen to her sing for you at all manners of the day and night. enamored by all things art and artistic, she sings when she reads to you the macabre poetry and horror stories she is so fond of. when she addresses you in that soft voice of her, there is a musical edge to her voice. you daren’t break from character, because the damselette shall not allow it. sing to her tune, act according to her wishes — you are but a bird in its cage, and your purpose is to entertain.

at night, she sings to you of lullabies and of tragic fairy tales, where the hero never wins and the princess is never saved. her stories and her song hold you in a trance. you’ll fall asleep by the end of her tale, and only time will tell if you dream or nightmare.

— colombina clings to you like a shadow, her affection overbearing. of the harbingers, she treats you most like a pet, a little bird who must vie for the affections of her master. arlecchino, who treats you like a lover, isn’t pleased with this arrangement, but knows better than to make columbina start a tirade. they get along wonderfully, with you at the center of their affections.

the damselette rather enjoys sharing you with her lover arlecchino, the latter of whom is surprisingly just as fond of you as colombina is. as intimidating as she is, the knave dotes on you just as much as she does on the damselette. your fingers, neck, and hair are sure to be adorned with the finest and most sentimental of jewels — gifts from arlecchino no doubt, who prefers to show her affection in beautiful small jewels and trinkets rather than colombina’s affinity to physical touch. whether material or physical, you are the center of their attention when they aren’t fawning over each other.

“sweet dove, you’ll come and join us, won’t you?” colombina will muse, patting the seat between her and arlecchino, the latter of whom flashes a small but rare smile in an attempt to welcome you to their sides. you’ve learned better than to hesitate in front of these two, so you hurry over, seating yourself squarely between the two gorgeous women. between them, you feel awfully small, but they welcome you as if you are one of their treasures.

and perhaps that’s all you are... a treasure to be shown and flaunted.

you hardly register the way colombina rests her hand atop your thigh, her eyes shining innocently from beneath her half-veil. it’s only when arlecchino blushes and rests her hand atop yours that a smile forces a way to your lips. and so the show begins again.

“little bird, you are quivering. could it be you’ve missed us so dearly? now...that won’t do it, will it, dear arlecchino? perhaps we should pay our darling extra attention today...♥ ”

dottore // the doctor — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict art by @crycry84488 (twt).

— dottore is cold and ruthless even to that which interests him, a trait apparent from the moment he laid eyes on you. his eyes had run over your body as if you were nothing more than an interesting new specimen plump for dissection and research — an interest that he would explore without hesitation had it not been for his colleagues’...infatuation with you. truthfully, he does not quite understand exactly what holds their interest in you. from his viewpoint, you’re nothing more than a trembling lamb ready to be slaughtered. though of course, perhaps that’s why he began feeling a draw to you. what could possibly interest some of the harbingers enough to keep you around like some sort of pet?

he’d do anything to find out.

“interesting. this much terrifies you to the point of soiling yourself? it’s like you’re begging me to do far worse.”

— he takes great joy in watching you squirm. one couldn’t say that what dottore feels toward you is love, precisely... but would that make it any better? still, even his men can see clear as day that you’re not to be messed with unless they want to feel the wrath of your keepers. the doctor has a certain glow when it comes to speaking of his beloved little experiment — a certain sparkle in his eyes that reminds him there’s still so much he has to discover. still...one wonders if it’s just an excuse to keep you close. surely there’s no experiment interesting enough to use you in, running the risk of upsetting the harbingers. the doctor would have far more leeway in experimenting on someone inconsequential to the fatui, and yet, he often insists on you. perhaps he doesn’t want the others to sully you before he can collect the data he so desires, or perhaps it’s because he simply wants you near. he’ll say it’s to keep an eye on you — a means to observe your behaviors in a controlled environment — but you’re sure his reasoning extends beyond that. you can only hope that it does, for any affection he holds for you may delay what foul plans he has for you.

— when he isn’t keen on experimenting on you (he has far more important matters to attend to after all), he delights in telling you crude and gruesome stories of his past experiments. your face will contort in much the same way as when he uses you for research, but you will listen to his numerous accomplishments regardless, asking questions here and there if only to satisfy him. and that it does, because he enjoys nothing more than speaking of his intellectual pursuits and numerous (unethical) discoveries. dottore isn’t shy in his expectation of compliments, so you find your time with him is better spent if you stroke his ego long enough to delay any further wild ideas spawning in his mad mind that he could possibly subjugate you to.

perhaps it’s his way of boasting, or maybe even his twisted way of connecting with you in a way his colleagues surely cannot, but you prefer these interactions far more than the alternative, even if the nightmares these stories give birth to are just as horrible. the sick but relieved feeling in your stomach used to make you feel immense guilt and pity for the unfortunate souls in his stories, but who can blame you for feeling relief that at least it isn’t you?

“do my stories terrify you that much? perhaps i should give you something to truly fear...”

— his interest in you quickly becomes worrisome to the other harbingers. although he’d never neglect his duties as a harbinger to toy with a simple human, he’s grown awfully addicted to that look in your eyes. that look of waning defiance and willpower, the way you’ll yelp and whine when he grabs your arm just a tad too rough to prime the skin for yet another puncture from his syringe. it’s amazing really — how you’ve yet to grown accustomed to what happens once he summons you to his lab. the human mind is truly a remarkably insolent thing, versatile and adaptive in some instances, and yet terrified of that which they know is coming. your limbs are littered with bandages and gauze — though, not nearly as much as he’d like, given the constant lamentations and chastising from other members. even that dreadful scaramouche seems to prefer you intact; though, that could easily be because he prefers to hurt you himself.

really, it’s profoundly amazing the way they’d prefer to keep you intact as if you are fine porcelain. truly, where is the fun in that? would it not be far more interesting to see how far they could push you? how much you’ll endure until you break?

“now now, pet, sit still and i’ll consider being gentler this session.” he scolds, strapping your unwilling arms to the examination table. the cold metal sends a sharp jolt down your spine, but dottore pays your discomfort no attention. “even you can do something so simple, i’m sure.”

you should be used to his condescending manner of addressing you, but his annoyance still sends a pang of sadness down your stomach. your disappointment does not escape the doctor, of course. beneath him, you’re no harder to read than a children’s book.

utterly pathetic.

but... he is curious how a sudden change in leniency will affect your behavior and conduct. perhaps you’ll be easier to deal with, easier to experiment on, if you’re more willing to please him. there is only so much abuse the human body can take, after all.

perhaps there is still use for you.

capitano // the captain — reverent, aware, honest, strict art by @doughblaster (twt).

— capitano's build is far too imposing and his personality far too dire to bring you comfort in any meaningful way, so you don’t often seek him out. naturally, he comes to you. it was terrifying at first, seeing him walk up to you as if you’d done something wrong. you were prepared to be hurt, truthfully. against your better judgement, you had trembled when he came to a stop in front of you and said nothing, his presence alone enough to warrant a stand still and salute — if you were one of his men. how do you greet someone of such menacing stature?

...it surprised you when he took this conundrum into account and eventually taught you the proper way to greet him. rather than faulting you for your initial response or worse — hurting you — he firmly believes that those he commands have potential to grow. capitano isn’t cruel... unless you fail to follow his orders. he expects to teach you the ‘proper’ way (his way) of something exactly once, and every time thereafter you must follow it to the letter. it’s ultimately in your best interest; you’ve seen what he does to men he has to speak to twice.

“you’d do well to remember this tenet: there will be no second chances.”

— though he does not speak unless necessary, you quickly learn that capitano is preferential toward those who wish to better themselves. perhaps that’s why the only harbinger capitano doesn’t mind sharing you with is tartaglia. though he knows hell itself will fold into itself if he lets the young harbinger know this, capitano views childe as worthy of caring for their shared darling. from a captain’s standpoint, childe is the ideal solider. eager to fight, yet also eager to learn, to better himself. capitano knows that in childe’s company, you’ll know better than to step out of line. he is aware of childe’s soft spot for you, but you aren’t afforded the smallest of rest even in the presence of the only harbinger who treats you ‘fairly’. capitano is well aware that childe will do anything to impress him, so he has the young harbinger keep an eye on you when he cannot. if you step out of line, capitano will be the first to know and he will dole out proper punishment. it’s in yours and childe’s best interests to listen to him at all costs, lest you want a dislocated arm or broken leg.

— a weak darling who is weak of mind and body doesn’t interest capitano in the slightest... so he shapes you into that which he wants you to become. much to your gratitude, he expends a great deal of effort in strengthening your body and mind, traits you’ll need in order to survive your subjugators — and yet, traits you know will never stand a chance against their delusions.

his constant demands quickly become tiresome, but they’re well-within your capabilities. sooner than later, you’ll find yourself sitting in on strategy debriefings and military training, watching with a keen eye as his men practice various form of combat. although you don’t possess a delusion and have no desire to (you’ve seen fatui soldiers bend and break under the immense power of a delusion — the chances of your own survival are slim to none), you’re grateful for the opportunity to learn how to defend yourself, even if it’s fruitless against the harbingers. there’s comfort to be had in strength and mental prowess. you almost wonder: is this his way of comforting you?

— above all, capitano expects absolute obedience. and, contrary to what you may think, you are the only subordinate who he affords any sort of special treatment for simply following his orders. though he refuses to show such favoritism in the presence of his men, he rewards adequately you should you be on good behavior. often, you’ll arrive to your room to find a plain dark blue box neatly wrapped in a satin bow; its simple presentation alone is a tell-tale sign of who the gift hails from. the gifts themselves are nothing special — certainly nothing that would draw attention from his men or the other harbingers. consistent good behavior is to be rewarded even more so than simple bouts of good behavior; so, it doesn’t take long for the gifts to increase in value. that is, more freedoms. you’ll be afforded more alone time, for instance, such as a rare opportunity to roam the gardens or to visit the library without a personal guard as your shadow. even with these freedoms, you’re certain someone’s always watching, but at least you have the luxury of being alone to collect your thoughts. these luxuries are cherished, as they’re some of the few moments you don’t feel like a prisoner.

“[name].”

you startle at his sudden presence (he moves like a shadow in spite of that armor) and hurriedly turn your attention to the library entrance. only moments ago, you were comforted by a world so different from yours, and now... now you startle at the sound of your own name.

capitano does not speak unless necessary, and to make him utter even a single word when you should have been more alert to your surroundings is nothing short of disgraceful. how far you’ve come since he’d begun training you... and what do you have to show for it besides the tremble in your hand and the fear on your face?

“my lord!” you nearly bite your tongue with how quickly the words stumbled from it. if only you could kick yourself right then... even that would be favorable to this embarrassing display. “i apologize, i was so engrossed in my readings that i didn’t see you there.” you admit. you’re on your feet in an instant and at his side within seconds, hoping your obedience is enough to satisfy him. and it...seems to. rather, even from the beginning, he didn’t appear furious in the slightest. not even a word of admonishment.

the captain simply turns on his heel, nodding in the direction of the barracks.

“come. sparring is about to begin.”

sandrone // the marionette — cruel, aware, manipulative, strict art by @nisikm (twt).

— sandrone has little care for your wellbeing when you are in her possession...at least at first. she does very much enjoy using you as her plaything, so your welfare was of little concern to her at first. but, considering her lackluster interest in near all things living (puppets and machinery are far more entertaining, you see), it never fails to surprise her how fond she is of keeping you around simply for her own amusement. you entertain her in ways her puppets simply cannot. nothing about you is perfect, not in the way that her creations are — the bandages and bruises inflicted by a select few harbingers only serves to create a sickly and beaten appearance to your otherwise decent physique and mentality. still...you’re terribly fun to tease and manipulate. she’d forgotten how fun it is to taunt something that can respond.

“machines don’t tremble and cry like you. how strong might you be if i turned you into a puppet? ... what a waste.”

— countless machines watch you like a hawk as soon as you enter their field of view. the feeling of eyes on your skin is constant, a blatant reminder that despite how ‘nice’ sandrone treats you, your presence in her life is nothing more than a pretty nuisance without free will or thought, one that must be watched at all times to prevent mistakes that might incite her anger.

it is widely known amongst sandrone’s men that her patience with living creatures is thin and her cruelty rivals even colombina. though, unlike the damselette, she doesn’t handle boredom well. whenever she forces you into her presence, you fear she may grow bored and leave you within an inch of your life. your reactions to her eccentric tastes and personality can only entertain her for so long, and if not for the other harbingers’ intense obsession with you being alive, she certainly would make haste in adding you to her collection. though, there’s a certain pleasure to be had in watching her machines interact with a living specimen. sandrone doesn’t keep her subjects human for long, much less cognizant enough to hold conversation or coherent trains of thought; so, examining how her machines react to a living thing they aren’t meant to kill could produce valuable results. they’ve never seen anything living and breathing besides their master, who never brings anything living and breathing into her sanctuary. clearly you’re special, and the gears in their hearts wonder, how?

“does he terrify you, puppet? how misguided... humans are the real monsters. has your time in this palace not taught you as much?”

— sandrone possesses the shortest temper of the ensemble, a trait that in part stems from her perfectionism. although she elicits great pleasure in seeing you cower in the presence of her creations, she intends to make you accustomed to their presence in due time. time itself does not quell fear such as this, so you’ll always wince when she calls you into her workshop, scared of what she may do to you behind locked doors. your reaction doesn’t please her in the slightest considering dottore seems to do far worse to you, but she cares not for the meaning behind your reactions — only that they entertain her. play this to your advantage, as angering her may lead to insignificant parts of your body turned into metal and gears against your will. surely you won’t miss a finger or three, right?

“well...what will it be, puppet?" sandrone peers into your eyes, and finds desperation there. “you know i don’t like to be kept waiting.” her grip on your chin tightens like a noose. her fingers are curled inward, nail tips pressing into the soft beds of your cheeks. the crescent indents threaten to spill blood. you’re can’t tell if the smell of iron is coming from you or her machines. would it matter either way?

gently grasping one of your trembling hands, she brings it up to her face to examine it. “pierro wouldn’t be pleased if i replaced any significant limbs, so.... perhaps a a joint?” she turns your hand over, examining it like she would a gear or wire. “or would you prefer the entire finger?” she offers thoughtfully, already drawing up plans for a special prosthetic in your honor.

you shake your head frantically, eyes wide with tears which glisten like the sun. her gaze lingers on it for a second too long, before she turns her attention back to the shattered gear on the floors. her gaze is wistful, lamenting the loss of such precious resources. though... if it weren’t for your help, she wouldn’t have met her quota last week. a broken gear or frayed wire is nothing to cry over, and your contribution to her work is more than enough to compensate for the broken goods.

sandrone sighs and lets go of you. you crumple onto the floor instantly, but she simply walks back to her work desk.

“i’ll make an exception, for now.”

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belphiesreverie · 2 years

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Platonic yandere fatui(plus the tsaritsa) thoughts? Doesn't matter if reader is young, teenager or adult lol

Once again going purely off vibes bc we don’t know much about most of them!

Just gonna write small excerpts for each of them but feel free to request more in-depth hcs for any of them! Scaramouche already has a full set here! 💕💕

Pierro is the strict father figure. What he says goes and will be obeyed without question. If he tells you to stay with one of the harbingers for the day then that’s where he expects to find you. When he gets to spend time with you himself though, he’s a lot softer and happy to do whatever activities you would like to

Capitano is like a second shadow. He doesn’t really interact with you face to face, preferring to stand nearby and watch over you like a guardian. The type of friend that scares off people who make you uncomfortable except 10x scarier

Columbina is the clingy best friend. She’s practically attached to your hip at all times and loves to drape herself over you at every opportunity. She gets super pouty when you pay more attention to others in her presence

Arlecchino is the doting older sister. She brushes your hair for you, she makes you breakfast, she escorts you if you’re going out anywhere. But she also likes to keep you on a strict routine and doesn’t take nicely to transgressions. It’s for your safety after all

Dottore is the scary cousin. The one you dread to spend time with because he’s always up to something and insists you help with his schemes. Sometimes he makes you sit and watch whilst he does autopsies on the recently deceased, and you could swear some of them look eerily familiar

Signora is the pampered friend. She likes to show you off by walking side by side with you. But not before she’s picked out what you’re wearing, and done your hair and makeup. She wants to be seen with you, but you have to match her standard. You have to show everyone why she’s the only one fit to stand at your side as your dearest friend

Pantalone is like your rich best friend that buys you whatever you desire. If you look at anything even a fraction of a second too long, Pantalone will have his wallet out before you can blink. He’s also definitely not above bribing people to stay away from you if he doesn’t like them hanging around

Sandrone is the smothering mum friend. She pampers you and loves to dress you up and just sit around with you. Doesn’t let you do anything yourself in fear of hurting yourself and insists on leaving everything to her puppets

Tartaglia is like the fun older brother. He already has experience looking after his younger siblings so you’ll be joining them. He likes to take you to fights to show off but won’t let you try incase you hurt yourself. He is fiercely over protective as well, anyone who dares to even look at you wrong can expect to be on the wrong end of his bow

The Tsaritsa is like an overprotective mother. She fears for your safety out in the big scary world, so she keeps you safe in the expanses of Snezhnaya where she and her trusted harbingers can watch over you

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fancyfeathers · 1 month

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I love the idea in my Normalized Yandere AU for Genshin of Pierro’s darling having a Lady Danbury personality, who is a character from Bridgerton. She is wise, she is witty, and she is intelligent. She has been like this for hundreds of years and now she has been given a terrible hand in live but still, she knows how to use that hand to lead the best outcome. She knows this game and has been playing it for centuries. There darlings of harbingers often look to her for advice because she has never been wrong with her advice. Like before the wedding of Childe and his darling, she came to the terrified woman’s dressing room. A bit of advice from this wise woman shows this young lady what she is truly capable of doing with her husband’s power without him even knowing, taking the gifts, bits of freedom he gives her, he had given her and investing them to get more out of them…

"I knew I would have to step into the light someday and I could not very well be frightened. So, instead, I made myself frightening."

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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i love your genshin works :) i was hoping you could do separate headcanons on yandere capitano, pantalone, and pierro getting back their lover after she escaped. thank you sm

hide and seek | yandere! various! fatui harbingers

CAPITANO

he was surprised.

but he was disappointed with the house staff and fired them all.

there was a lingering thought at the back of his mind, "what did I do wrong?"

whatever it was he wanted to make it right.

he unacknowledged his safety just to find you and make sure you're safe.

once the initial surprise of you escaping faded, capitano was determined to find you.

saying that capitano was determined was an understatement - he was going to find you.

though it was dark out, he went looking for you, his mind full of worry.

you could freeze to death, get hurt, get mauled to death by wolves, or worse.

he set out, looking for you alone with only his horse, light, and a dull blade.

he couldn't allow himself to be overwhelmed with emotions at a time like this. he needed to find you. he needed to know that you were safe before his emotions got the best of him.

and then he saw you.

dress muddy, hair tangled, and limping.

you didn't seem to hear him coming, so he stopped his horse and trailed behind you.

until he got close enough to grab you.

...

"no!" was all you managed to scream as a string pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you from the ground.

"what made you come out here, (y/n)? what caused you to leave me?" you were tense as capitano carried you back to his horse.

"I want to go home! please- let me go!" you cried, legs kicking around ceaselessly.

"i cannot let you go home. i'd miss you far too much," capitano's voice lowered as he adjusted you onto the horse before also getting on.

his arm remained tight around you, as he said, "ive tried my absolute hardest to satisfy you. tell me, (y/n), what have i done wrong?"

PANTALONE

honestly, he wasn't too worried.

but he sure did miss you.

he put GPS in your jewlrey ahead of time, in case this happened.

he would ask soldiers to go out and find you.

and be a little more strict on you after you were home.

coming into your bedroom to see you gone was... upsetting to him.

he provided for you, gave you a house to live in, and loved you, and you left?

you are unappreciative, and that upset him.

not only did you leave the room a mess, but you also left with all the jewelry he had bought for you.

silly you.

you can't have your cake and eat it too.

so he sent out three fatui soldiers to retrieve you, seeing that you were just down the road all thanks to the GPS in one of the necklaces he gave you.

he waited patiently, knowing you'd be back within his reach soon enough.

...

"don't you ever," pantalone pulled you into your room, hugging you, squeezing you in his arms, hard, "try to leave me again. do you know how worried i was for you?"

you refused to reply, your eyes narrowed and face in a permanent pout.

"no, don't look at me like that, this," he pointed at your arm, which was brushed and red, "didn't have to happen if you hadn't tried to fight the soldiers when they came for you."

all you could do was as pantalone pulled you into bed with him, hugging you harder and tighter as he whispered to you about how much he loved you and missed you.

PIERRO

he was disappointed.

very, very disappointed.

he couldn't understand why you kept trying to leave him.

your persistence to leave was annoying him.

though he says he's given you too many chances and he won't give you anymore, he continues to give you more chances.

it had been less than five minutes since you escaped, and pierro had already sent soldiers looking for you.

shamefully, the guards weren't able to stop you from escaping, pierro sighed. It was disappointing. he'd have to get new, more useful guards to watch after you.

and then finally, the doors to his office opened, and you walked in, a soldier following closely behind you.

"(y/n), sit down and you can leave," pierro watched as you sat down and as the soldier left.

"what were you thinking? did you truly believe you'd get away from me?" pierro questioned, watching as you uncomfortably avoided his gaze.

"I'm sorry, lord harbinger. please forgive me."

"no. i cannot forgive so easily this time. how many times have you tried to leave me (y/n)?"

"six times."

"when will you give up, (y/n), why are you so hellbent on leaving me? tell me why."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise. I really won't."

pierro smiled, as he stood up and walked overto you before wrapping his arms around you, "i believe (y/n) and let you with a gentle warning one last time."

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jessamine-rose · 1 year

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‧̍̊˚ᵕ⋆ Under the Sea ⋆ᵕ˚‧̍̊

So it turns out that I had more ideas for my Yandere! Mermaid AU. This sequel features more mermaid lore and dark themes. Now why don't we revisit this twisted fairytale??

Characters:: Capitano, Pantalone, Dottore, Pierro

Tw:: yandere, manipulation, coercion, blood, violence, death, Stockholm Syndrome, spice, noncon, animal cruelty, mention of pregnancy

♡ 1.9k words under the cut ♡

Shark! Capitano x Coral Reef Fish! Mermaid

♡ To be fair, there are worse fates in the deep sea. While mermaids and reef fish are getting nerfed by natural selection, you have Capitano to provide for you. Sure, your relationship is far from ordinary nor consensual, but at least you’re safe in his territory. He is still your gentle companion who would never hurt you.

♡ …Yeah, it doesn’t get any easier but he tries to make you comfortable. Pretty sea anemones to decorate your new home. His earnest imitation of your species’ courtship rituals. The considerate adjustments to his own mating behavior as a shark mermaid.

♡ Don’t worry, he’s extremely careful when biting you. His bites are light and harmless, at times pleasurable, so stop struggling unless you want him to accidentally draw blood. He even encourages you to reciprocate the gesture! Your teeth aren’t as sharp as his, but he cherishes the shallow indents you leave on his skin.

♡ You’re forbidden from leaving his territory without him. Since your abduction, Capitano is more protective over you. He scares away nearby sea creatures, hunts down humans on sight, and threatens his fellow predator mermaids for joking about your “tasty” appearance. You attract a lot of curiosity for your interspecies relationship but he doesn’t mind the rumors.

♡ It’s a confusing situation, really. Just as you somewhat understand Capitano’s twisted love, you can’t shake off your previous camaraderie. For every predator he kills for you, you steer him away from manmade fish traps. By now, he’s stopped inquiring about your familiarity with these devices. Instead, he softly touches your scars and promises that no more violence will taint you.

♡ With that, your boiling point shouldn’t be a surprise. It is a usual day in captivity: Capitano returns to your shared cavern with another batch of sea anemone, and you silently accept his gift. What shakes your passive resistance is the sight of his wounded hands. Are those anemone stings?

♡ All this time, you’d forgotten that only reef fish are immune to sea anemone. You immediately tell Capitano to stop picking it for you, but he insists that the pain is nothing. Setting your gift aside, you treat his wounds and tell him that if he won’t stop, he should let you accompany him. You can’t allow your mate to hurt himself for you.

♡ For a few seconds, Capitano is silent. Only after he accepts your proposal do you realize the words which slipped out. Before you can take it back, he kisses you and leaves for another hunting trip. Unable to follow him, you can only await his return and question your sanity.

♡ Meanwhile, your mate is mulling over your first lover’s spat. For you to be so concerned that you’d willingly spend more time with him…perhaps you have begun to accept your new life. He does feel guilty for worrying you, but make no mistake: What would be the point of his strength if not for your sake?

Jellyfish! Pantalone x Exotic Pet! Mermaid

♡ Despite his desire to own court you, there are times when Pantalone questions his decision. Until now, you struggle to adapt to the deep sea due to your sheltered upbringing and weaker biology. But when he is with you, he can almost believe that he isn’t heartless—at least in a figurative sense.

♡ Your background is useful for his side job as the top trader of human treasures. Just forget the time you informed him that his precious “dinglehopper” is actually an eating utensil. He talked about subjective value afterwards, but you could tell he was just trying to repair his pride.

♡ Likewise, you are humbled by the brutality of mermaid culture. It’s common for beauties like Pantalone to lure humans into the sea to kill them and steal their valuables. And who can forget the time you adopted a shimmery fish as a pet, only for Pantalone to tear off its scales for his nail art? Don’t be afraid, darling, he’d never be this cruel with you.

♡ For all it’s worth, his attraction is mutual. There is some friction at the start of his courtship when you initially reject Pantalone’s advances. You go on a tangent about purebreds, selective breeding, arranged partners, all that nonsense taught by your human breeders.

♡ Pantalone is offended. Are you implying that he isn’t valuable enough for you? Darling, in the wild, what matters most is not your imagined worth but your survivability. He isn’t even courting you for your potential offspring, assuming you can have any with him. And he's smart enough not to subject any hybrid children to a difficult life in an improper habitat.

♡ That conversation is what changes your mindset. Compared to humans, Pantalone treats you so differently. Rather than show you off to his peers, he prefers to keep you safe by his side. That time you got badly injured by a predator, he prioritized your health over your damaged scales. The only reason he purchased a scar-healing potion was to appease your distress. See, you should have listened to him. Do you know how much this cost him?

♡ He even protects you in a way that no caretaker would! Swimming after you when you get swept up by the currents, putting himself in harm’s way to save you from predators, even sharing his treasures with you. So what is the point of your biological differences? You already live together and find each other attractive.

♡ Yes, he is the perfect mate. You still have a lot to learn about the deep sea, and he will teach you everything there is to know. Between your domestication and his manipulation, you can be confident in one truth: That out of all the fish in the sea, Pantalone chose to love you.

Octopus! Dottore x Artificial! Mermaid

♡ He understands that you are mad at him. It is a natural reaction after being forcibly drowned, kissed, and transformed into a mermaid. Yet despite your silent treatment, Dottore refuses to shut up. He isn’t a talkative person, but he’s so excited to properly communicate with you. Think of all the personal and scientific conversations!

♡ Good luck trying to escape from him. The deep sea is no place for an inexperienced mermaid; and among your favorite sea creatures, Dottore picked a species weaker than him. Not to mention that transformation potions can only be custom-made under his guidance.

♡ You should also give up on seeking help. Do you honestly believe that your former brethren won’t use your body for scientific research? On the other hand, mermaid society shuns you for your human origins and association with Dottore. You’re essentially an outcast like him.

♡ Don’t cry, darling, he will always be here for you. He is an attentive mate in the first months of your courtship—teaching you how to swim, helping you hunt and gather food, overseeing your adjustment therapy. He is neither strict nor overbearing in that regard.

♡ You do realize why he is feared by his peers. During your tour of his territory, you are horrified to come across the skeletons of humans and mermaids. Worry not, these are no different from the experiments conducted by your kind. Be grateful that he went with magic and not surgery for your transformation.

♡ Because of his research, Dottore is also known as the Sea Witch. Every so often, he accepts potion commissions in exchange for knowledge, human relics, or mermaid DNA. He prefers the last payment since it’s less easy to obtain by force. It’s especially true for the orca blood and jellyfish stingers provided by two of his important clients.

♡ Despite your situation, you can’t help but be fascinated with your new circumstances. Humans tend to view mermaids as inferior animals, and even sympathetic marine biologists are hindered by the language barrier. Thanks to Dottore, you’ve gained a better understanding of his kind. And as a fellow researcher, you are morbidly impressed by his scientific accomplishments.

♡ It helps that he has a soft spot for you, though he’s more…touchy now that you’re his mate. He likes to wrap his tentacles around you in what he claims is an innocent hug. He marks you with his suckers and comments on the taste of your skin. He also teases you with camouflaged jumpscares; it’s especially scary during your escape attempts.

♡ A part of you hopes this is all a dream, a nightmare you can wake up from. As much as you love exploring the sea, you can’t enjoy the newly accessible knowledge when you are trapped in Dottore’s grasp. Sadly, your life is now in his hands and he will take great joy in seeing how your relationship develops.

Orca! Pierro x Artificial Orca! Mermaid

♡ In the end, Pierro decides to turn you into a mermaid. He makes the most out of your final days on land—cooking your meals, watching TV with you…and indulging in human copulation. With your injured leg, there is little you can do to resist him.

♡ On the last day, he carries you to the sea and force-feeds you a potion. The last thing you feel before passing out is cold seawater, strong arms wrapped around you, a familiar tail intertwined with yours. Back in his true form, Pierro brings you to his new territory and admires your orca features.

♡ The first week could've been better. You’re already tense with Pierro, but he tries to reciprocate your hospitality. His territory is larger than your house with a furnished cavern, a private reef, and the primitive technology created by orca mermaid society. The two of you share a comfy bed of seagrass.

♡ You are also subjected to a checkup with the Sea Witch. As scary as Dottore is, you eagerly listen to his story about Pierro’s human transformation. How he stumbled during his first steps, how pathetic yet determined he looked, how—he stops talking after Pierro darkly inquires about the regenerative abilities of octopus mermaids.

♡ Pierro is a doting, protective mate…to an extreme extent. You aren’t allowed to leave his territory, learn how to hunt, or even interact with other mermaids and animals. After everything he’s been through, he can’t lose another loved one to the cruelty of the world.

♡ Not that any sea creature would approach you. The first time you watch Pierro hunt, you are traumatized by his species’ methods. To him, it’s normal to brutally tail-slap seals and stingrays to death—and justified in the case of passing humans. So that is what he means by "playing with your food"...

♡ He also helps you adjust to your aquatic diet. There are various ways to prepare raw fish and hopefully, you like sashimi. If you miss human cuisine, the two of you may occasionally visit a deserted island to roast your food over a fire. He does miss your cooking.

♡ At some point, you ask him why you were turned into an orca mermaid. According to Dottore, Pierro had to give away more blood to make you the same species as him. Why did he put himself through that? That is when your mate brings out a fertility potion, one that will ensure pregnancy even if your body is incapable of bearing a child.

♡ Calm yourself, darling. You already know that orcas aren’t solitary creatures; and while your company is a blessing, wouldn’t it be nice to raise a few baby mermaids? Never fear, Pierro will take good care of your pod. Together, you will live a peaceful life under the sea.

♡

Welp what a lovely way to use my zoology knowledge. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope y’all enjoyed this dark continuation. I didn’t expect so many ppl to like my Yandere Mermaid AU, and thank you so much for your feedback (♡˙︶˙♡)

I’d also like to thank @diodellet for peer-reviewing this and @gum-iie for giving me more ideas!! Once again, this is an AU of my Yandere! Harbinger longfic series for those who found the couples and stories familiar~

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