Jealousy, Jealousy

The Tsaritsas and the Harbingers obsession

note -> These HCs are based off of the Pulcinella grandchild AU by @hunnieknight ! (I didnt include Signora cause she is 💀)

paring -> Yandere! Tsaritsa X gn! reader, Yandere! fem! harbingers X gn! reader

warnings -> yandere themed, blood, kidnapping.

content includes -> yandere! characters, obsessive! characters

The Tsaritsa

The first time the Tsaritsas had met you, she knew she was obsessed with you, she found you absolutely adorable

At first her obsession was only platonic, she adored you like a mother would adore a child, but as you grew and reached adulthood, so did her obsession

The Tsaritsas would often tell your grandfather to leave you with her, and while he didnt want to at first he eventually agreed

She would often spend time with you in her garden, the only place where the flowers bloomed, she made sure you knew that your only home is where she is, that that is where you belong, with her

The Tsaritsas wants you to be hers and only hers, but she doesnt mind sharing you with a few of her harbingers

Arlecchino

Arlecchino never had a good relationship with your grandfather, that was one of the reasons why she was suprised that you were his grandchild

Her obsession began when she met you during one of the meetings when your grandfather brought you with him, she knew she had to have you

While she knew that the Tsaritsa already had a unspoken claim on you, that didnt mean she could only have you to herself

Arlecchino would often bring you to the House of the Hearth, and while she May "love" you, she is no afraid of punishing you until you behave

Arlecchino agreed to share you with the Tsaritsa and the other harbingers, tasked to make sure you never escape their grasp

Columbina

Columbinas obsession started the first time she saw you, she found you absolutely adorable and she wants to make you hers

She knew the Tsaritsa and the others already had an obsession with you too, so all of them agreed to share you, which she was pleased with

Columbina would often sing to you to calm you down, especially after every punishment you were given for trying to escape your lovers

She, alongside Sandrone, would dress you in cute outfits and show you off as their precious doll

Columbina would make sure your grandfather doesnt mingle in your affairs, you now belong to the Tsaritsa and the other harbingers

Sandrone

Sandrone is not sure when her obsession started, but she knows she will make you hers, she doesnt care about the Tsaritsas claim on you, you are her perfect doll

She would dress you up and make you into the perfect doll for her and the others, she will make sure you are an obedient little doll just for them~

Sandrone often has one of her robots with you for protection, and to make sure you never escape them

She is the harshest when it comes to punishing you, thats why you always make sure you are obedient for her, because you know she will hurt you

Your poor grandfather has to deal with the fact that he will never see his precious grandchild again, but they could care less about him

-> Childe had always had a soft spot for young children, so finding you alone in the blood covered snow amongst a massacre touched that familial part of him...

-> They/them pronouns used - reader has no gender! Completely platonic - reader is a child! This is rather dark tone wise, but has fluff! Descriptions of a massacre and blood - no gore or details!

The snow around you was painted red from all the spilled blood - most of it wasn't yours, but it didn't make the situation better. Your poor exposed feet had gone completely numb from standing in the icy snow for such a long time. You had no idea how long you had stood there, but it felt like forever. Your feet weren't the only thing that had gone numb that night. Seeing something even close to this kind of a massacre would destroy most people, let alone someone your age.

All you could see saw the horror you witnessed with the scent of iron smelling blood filling your senses as the winter wind howled around you. You were too engrossed in the scene before you to notice the snow crunching loudly as someone was approaching you. Only after the looming shadow of their figure settled over you did you turn to slowly look at them. They were a tall man in a large white coat and a noticable red scarf that stood next to you observing the scene, he was so tall you had to crane your nect to be able to see his face.

His gaze lowered and you wete met with the sight of his blue eyes, they stared at you as lifelessly as yours did to him. His eyes scanned over your bloodied features until they landed on your eyes that stared back into his - he almost looked like he was searching for something in yours... Not a word was spoken by either of you as another man approached and said something to him, you paid no mind to them or their brief conversation. The tall man kneeled next to you and you turned your whole body to face him.

“You must be cold.” He stated in a friendly tone.

His voice was more energetic and warm than you thought, it almost made you feel comfortable in his presence. He took off the red scarf you had noticed from around his neck and wrapped it around yours, it was still warm. When he was done he even managed to crack a smile from the many times he had to wrap it around your neck. The scarf did little to shield you from the cold by now that you had become numb to it, but it was a nice gesture to and did provide some warmth.

“Are you all alone?” He turned towards the destroyd village as you simply nodded in reply.

After a moment he turned back to look back at you, “What do you say we get out of here, huh? Get you somewhere warm and get you something to eat?”

You oooked at him in silence for a moment before you managed to answer a quiet, “Okay...”

The man smiled a genuine smile before opening his arms for you. Hesitantly you crept closer until he was able to wrap you inside his large coat and carry you in his arms. You spared one more glance towards your once home as he walked away from the destruction. Some people went deeper inside the village after he picked you up, but you couldn't see what they were doing as the man pushed your head away from its direction and you didn't feel like fighting against him.

He arrived before a carriage and the door was opened for him to climb in. He sat you down across from him and took off his coat to wrap it around you like a blanket. Surely he was cold too? Why would he give you his jacket? As if he could read your mind he smiled.

“Don't worry about it, the ride won't be long.” He assured you.

You didn't respond as you turned to gaze out of the window opposite of your village. It was difficult to see anything in the dark, but it didn't matter as you fell asleep shortly after. All that happened took a heavy toll on your body and mind, the man you left with provided enough comfort for you to be able to fall asleep in his presence. It was likely stupid for anyone to do, but you were young and exhausted.

Either way you simply woke up after some time in an unfamiliar place. The room was large and barely lit up, it only held a large desk with a chair, a huge bookshelf and the couch you were currently laying on. The man was nowhere to be seen and you were alone in a strange place, you felt extremely uncomfortable. You began rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you headed to the almost wall covering window.

It was only beginning to light up outside, meaning you hadn't slept that long. The place you were was seemingly huge by the stone fenced courtyard and you were nowhere near ground floor from the looks of it. You had no idea what to do, but you wanted out - you wanted to go home... There was nothing left of it, but it was the only thing you knew. It was familiar and thus felt safe.

You made your way to the only door leading to this room and rattled the knob until the dood opened, thankfully it wasn't locked. Your head quickly peeked outside to see dark and emty halways on both sides of you. Your head kept turning from side to side as you tried deciding which route to take before finally moving to your right. You tried your best to be quiet and sneaky, but your unclothed feet kept making noise against the marble floor.

You kept walking aimlessly through the never ending maze of halls, just how large could one building be? You were beginning to feel exhausted and cold again, you still had yet to eat or drink and your body was beginning to react to it. You felt weaker and wearier with every step you took until you couldn't do it anymore and collapsed on the ground. Your vision was blurry and your ears rang, but you could hear the faint sound of someone approaching.

“Hm? Well, what do we have here?” They said.

You slowly managed to turn your head and see the person behind you. There stood a tall blonde woman with a cruel smirk and bored expression as she stared at you with her arms crossed. She was rather intimidating by her presence and aura... You didn't dare say anything in return.

“To which fool do you belong to then, hm?” She curtly asked.

You again remained silent and frozen in place, yet didn't break the eye contact with her for a second. She let out a long and drawn out sigh before beginning to approach you, the sound of her heels clicked against the floor. Every step she took rang in your ears as you began shaking from the anxiety - what was she going to do? Why was she coming closer? Please, stop!

“Ah, there you are!” A familiar voice echoed through the empty hall.

Relief washed over you as you saw the man with ginger hair approach in a jog, it was completely different from when the woman had slowly crept closer to you. With a big smile on his face he kneeled down before you to raise you into his arms. You held tightly onto his shirt and faced away from the woman.

“You shouldn't have run off like that! I was really worried about you, you know?” His tone was serious but it wasn't scolding or degrading.

“So this is one your rascal siblings then?” The woman asked.

“That's right.” He replied immediately.

“I should have known. Only you would be foolish enough to bring someone outside of the Fatui here.” She sharply said.

“Yeah, yeah my bad. Are you going to do anything about it or will you just blab on about it?” His tone became colder.

“Hm. Just get them out of here before I do.” She turned away to leave.

The man held you firmly but not enough to the point that it would hurt you. After a while of listening to the sound of Signora's heels he turned to walk back the way he came, to his office. He had been stupid to leave you alone and unguarded with the door unlocked, had he not found you he didn't know what the witch would have done with you. Still, thankfully it was her and not someone like Dottore...

You arrived back in his office in no time, it felt surprisingly comforting after your encounter. The man sat you back on the small couch you had slept on previously, his jacket was still on it the way you had left it. He pulled a chair from his desk to sit directly in front you with a beaming smile on his face. You simply sat put and stared at him.

“Alright, let's start with the basics. What's your name?” He asked in a friendly tone.

You looked away for a brief second, as if you had forgotten your own name before mumbling it to him. He smiled brighter and told you it was a nice name, he introducing himself as Ajax in return - but asked that you didn't call him that when in here. You nodded in agreement.

“So, what do you say we go get something to eat? I promise you that earlier and it must have been a while since you've eaten.” He stood up but suddenly stopped in place as he noticed your clothes and everything suddenly set in.

Your clothing was torn and clearly worn-out, the original colour was hard to make out from under all the dirt and blood. Blood... You weren't hurt were you? He had entirely forgotten to check such a factor, even if it was obvious to others. He had grown used to the sight of blood but seeing you covered in it hurt him deeply.

Yes - he barely knew you, but you reminded him of his siblings. Due to his close relationship with them he had always had a soft spot for them. Finding you all alone admist a burning poor excuse of a village in the midst of a massacre was terrible and pulled on his heartstrings. The way you stood in the freezing cold with that hopeless dead look...

Though you had gone through something incredibly terrible, something not many could ever understand - he didn't want to leave you oike that. Maybe, just maybe he could someday bring a smile on your face like he did to his siblings. You were still young and had your whole life ahead of you, while he was in no way a good person, perhaps he could positively influence you.

“Um, how about I let you get yourself cleaned before hand?” He rubbed the back of his head.

You nodded and got up to hold his outstretched hand. It was warm and comforting as he lead you through the long halls to a door. He opened the lock to reveal a small changing room and a door to the bathing room where you could clean yourself. He left you for a moment and returned with some clothes that were clearly too big for you, but would do for now.

You didn't waste time while bathing, you simply vleaned yourself the best you could before stepping out to dress yourself. Ajax was outside the door sitting on the floor when you stepped out. It was rather amusing to see you in the oversized clothing, your hands weren't visible due to your long sleeves.

“Wow, weren't you fast! Come on let's go eat!” He got up and held out his hand out like before.

He lead you in deeper and down several floors of stairs before entering a kitchen the size of the house you previously lived in! It was entirely empty of people and no lights were lit. Ajax lit some candles before rummaging through each cabinet and space for all sorts of food that unbeknownst to you - he had no business taking or touching. But that didn't matter, you were hungry now and he would deal with the consequences later.

Though his priority was feeding you, he didn't hold himself back from enjoying the food as well. He was going to be in so much trouble... But seeing you so contently munching down food made it all worth it. For a faint moment he could have sworn your lips had curled into a smile as you ate a particular piece of food. He would make mental note of it to learn it later on when he had time. After eating you looked tired again, but it wasn't surprising due to the amount you had eaten and all you had experienced today.

“Hey, little buddy! Mind if I pick you up and carry you?” You nodded in reply.

He did just that and raised you gently into his hold. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your tired head on his shoulder, it didn't take long for you to doze off again. He ran his palm along your back in comforting circles, it was something he did with his siblings as well when they were younger. He had missed it as even Teucer had began growing out of it.

Thinking back on his family they would surely take you in and love you as one of them, but he would not introduce you to them right away. You needed time to grow used to him as he had just met you, you were still strangers despite the circumstances and moments you shared earlier. He would need to talk to them about it before then in any case, he wouldn't always be around and didn't want to leave you with even more strangers.

For now he would simply help you heal and get to know you, you would need to trust him before he could let you meet his family, if you wanted that is... If you did then he would introduce you to them slowly and things would work themselves out from there. At least he hoped they would, but real life was never quite that simple or easy sadly.

Childe laid you on the couch for the third time today and pulled his jacket to cover your sleeping form. Asleep you looked like any other child that was just entering and learning about the world you lived in, but inside you were broken by the horrors it had thrown at you at such a young age. Children should remain children until it was time to grow up - and you were far from ready.

You were a prime example of why he worked so hard to protect his siblings dreams and perceptions of this world. You were why he did the Tsaritsa's bidding, why he believed in her vision of the new world they would create and why it was necessary. He may have not been able to protect you, but he could still give you a world worth living in.

A/N: This was absolutely not proofread, because I'm lazy so apologies! Likes and or reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you so much for reading <3

Yandere Diasomnia Headcanons

TW/CW: Dark content up ahead!! Yandere headcanons means yandere content y’all! Mentions of abuse and violent acts either towards the reader or the character!! Mental instability, gaslighting, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, obsession, emotional whiplash, etc. (Don’t think I’m missing anything but if I am, please do let me know!)  This is your TW please proceed with caution!!

ALSO FYI!! A minor spoiler warning, it’s during the last paragraph of Lilias Headcanons! It’s slightly mentioned in book 6 but emphasized in book 7!

DISCLAIMER: These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY  be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision!

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begging for scaramouche brainrot crumbs 🙏🙏

Each strike of your blade is accompanied by the toll of bells, forming a dissonant threnody. 

The barrage never connects. Your intended target weaves back and forth, fluid as a river, evading each swipe. Scaramouche is but a blur of black, purple, and red. Your eyes struggle to discern his figure amidst the haze. Eventually, you jump back, hoping to create distance while you reevaluate. He mirrors your decision. Unlike you, however, his composure is impeccable. He examines his nails, appearing bored with your effort. 

“Are you finished?” He asks. “Or will you draw this out until you faint from exhaustion?” 

This taunt makes you bristle. “I’m not…!” 

“Let me finish that sentence for you,” his voice, once several yards ahead, now purrs behind your ear. “You’re not capable of besting me.” 

Scaramouche’s hand curls around your wrist. He applies pressure until your grasp on the blade’s hilt grows weaker. You grimace. The pain isn’t anywhere near what he could inflict, but your attempts to pull free make it worse. Noticing this, he clicks his tongue, relaxing his grip before your antics dislocate it. 

“Stubborn.” 

He accompanies this comment with a surge of electro. Not at you, no — your sword. You gawk in disbelief as the blade disintegrates. All that electricity and your skin barely tingled. The precision necessary to pull that off without harming you is astonishing. Inconceivable. 

“Satisfied?” Scaramouche hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. He only needs one hand to restrain both of yours. “Compared to me, you’re weak. What more proof do you require?” 

“I’ll… get stronger,” you pant. “You’ll see.” 

“Hm.” 

In an instant, he twirls you around, his hand holding your jaw. The ring adorning his middle finger is cool against your feverish skin. Much to your chagrin, he squishes your cheeks, chuckling at the resulting expression. You doubt your glare intimidates him any. Not when the pleased gleam in his eyes is so prevalent. 

“You know, I’m in a good mood,” he declares. From this perspective, you can see the flush lining his cheeks. He must not be immune to the adrenaline from battle. “Get creative with your apologies and perhaps… perhaps I’ll have mercy.” 

“Kuni, let me sleep in for just a bit longer. Let me be lazy, just for today?” for Scaramouche?

"Hah, are you trying to shamelessly schmooze up to me? Well, it won't work this time— hey!"

With a not-so-gentle tug, you successfully pull him down into the bed with you. At first, it’s an awkward tumble of limbs trying to regain purchase, but eventually, the struggle ceases. He could very easily pry you from his person and hurl you elsewhere, which is why his reliance on halfhearted complaints instead doesn’t deter you. 

Scaramouche lets out an unnecessarily loud sigh. “Whatever, have it your way. You humans are so needy. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, otherwise, I wouldn’t entertain your antics.” 

He says that as if he isn’t settling his hands on your waist and getting you into a position he likes. You force yourself to endure it, the unnatural coldness of his touch, the claustrophobic sensation that arises whenever he’s close. You’re brought all the more closer when he presses the side of your face against his chest. 

“Wouldn’t you say this is a display of neediness?” 

Further solidifying your point is how he starts running his hands up and down your back while the question is posed. He pauses his ministrations once the words leave your mouth, and although you can’t see his face from this position, you can clearly imagine his frown. 

“Impudence sure is your forte. You said you wanted to sleep, or is your memory that terrible? I’m simply lending my assistance. You’d be extra annoying to deal with if you’re sleep deprived,” he gives a sardonic chuckle that nobody asked for. Is he capable of non-derisive laughter? 

“I learned from the best,” is all you care to mumble, his presence sapping your energy more than any sleepless night could. “Be a good pillow for me. I’ll let you hold me more often if you are.” 

“... Whatever.” 

It’s difficult to take his supposed disinterest seriously when he accompanies it by resting his chin atop your head. 

AURORA. — Arlecchino's child has never seen the aurora in Snezhnaya before.

— trigger & content warnings. none applicable!

— pairings & notes. fluff. arlecchino & reader. reader is a member of the house of the hearth, is at least around 15 but is otherwise ambiguous in age, and is implied to be arlecchino's chosen successor. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). arlecchino is suggested to be taller than the reader by quite a bit. 0.8k words.

— author's thoughts. arlecchino my beloved RAHHH she is literally the best fatui harbinger imo. i love you arle no. 4 of the fatui harbingers 🗣🗣❗️❗️❗️ i am surprised by the lack of platonic arlecchino fics!??!?! she is literally called father guys please /lh

       "Father..."

       Shadowing under the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers during one of her trips to Snezhnaya was, no doubt, nervewracking and tiring despite them never needing to do anything other than follow her around; Arlecchino simply wouldn't allow some of her coworkers to even look in their direction, let alone try to speak to them. Some, like Tartaglia, however, were momentarily permitted to; Childe had talked their ear off while Arlecchino was occupied with the Regrator and the Rooster, though they could only wordlessly nod in response to the never-ending chatter about his siblings. 'You should come by sometime,' he had said. 'You kids from the Hearth are a good lot, and my family would be more than happy to have visitors.'

       Nevertheless, really, they hadn't done much at all... but perhaps the anxiety of dipping their toes into their Harbinger's responsibilities—the ones that they may very well inherit one day—was a valid enough reason to be so mentally tired.

       Standing close behind her, listening to her speak with her coworkers (it was quite amusing to see the glare and scowl fixed on her face when she needed to speak to the Doctor—she never looked at them or any of their siblings like that—though the sheer terror his presence induced was enough to drown that amusement out), seeing the details of her responsibilities that others could not...

       They were certain that they must've said a mere one or two words during the whole visit—a "Yes, Father" or a "No, Father," directed at none other than their Harbinger and her alone.

       Exhaustion and cold seeped into their bones, but nonetheless, they had stopped trailing after her and stared up in wonderment.

       Arlecchino stopped shortly after they did, turning back to them. "What is it?"

       Colors danced freely in the nighttime Snezhnayan sky. Despite the chill permeating their flesh (they were reminded that they probably should have dressed a bit more warmly, but they weren't familiar with the Motherland, and therefore didn't anticipate how cold the night would get), they felt no compulsion to rush.

       "Look. The aurora," they murmured, eyes wide with awe and wonder.

       The Knave's heels clicked on the tiled terrace at the front of the Winter Palace as she paced back over to them, following their gaze upwards. "Have you never seen it before?"

       "No. I... I've never been to Snezhnaya before now," they admitted, "so I have never seen the aurora. I've heard about it, but—"

       "I understand. It is more magnificent than even the most vivid descriptions."

       Suddenly, the heavy weight of the Knave's coat fell onto their shoulders. They gingerly clasped the edges, pulling it closer to their body as to fend off the biting chill in the air. Lavender and a vague twinge of smoke filled their lungs. To some, it may have been an unpleasant combination—perhaps others would find the smoke too stinging and bitter or the lavender too sickening, as some do. To them, however, it was simply... Father's scent. It was hard to dislike when the person they associated it with was so important to their life.

       It was equally hard to feel cold with her coat draped over their body.

       Father's particular scent made a comforting warmth stir in their chest—perhaps she was not really their Father, but it was times such as this that made them feel that she was—and her coat ensured that their exterior did not freeze.

       In fact, it was quite impossible to feel cold now.

       "...Let us stay for a while longer, then," she mused, one of her hands finding its place on their upper back. "The aurora is a sight to behold, and there are no urgent matters to attend to at home."

       Momentarily, their gaze broke away from the sky and shifted to the Harbinger instead. Though they did appreciate the gesture of giving them her coat... "Won't you get cold, Father?"

       Their concern was not unwarranted, but indeed unecessary.

       "Worry not," the Fourth replied smoothly, reaching over to adjust the coat somewhat; it was too big for them and threatened to slip off of their body if their already gentle hold were to loosen even slightly. Arlecchino absently mused to herself about how utterly unintimidating they were, drowning in the fluff of her coat and head just barely able to peek out from the top. It was cute, though she dared not say admit such a thing out loud. "I have long since grown used to this weather. You have not."

       'You need that coat far more than I do.'

       That was what she wanted to say, or rather what she was implying; she would speak her mind if she so truly desired to or felt the need to. They'd grown quite used to her enigmatic nature and quite skilled in reading between the lines, picking apart her words at the seams to uncover what she truly meant to say.

       Suddenly, under the flickering purples, greens, and blues of the night sky, it was no longer cold.

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Sharing a Jacket - Drabble

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

“I told you to wear appropriate clothes,” he muttered beneath his breath, words laced with his usual displeased venom, “Look at you. A shivering mess.”

His glare was colder than the wintery air of Snezhnaya, his eyes making you tremble more than the snow. Scaramouche was dressed more appropriate for the weather, in a heavy coat. Fatui issued, you know as much, you'd seen his coworkers wearing one similar. Despite your adamant hatred for the organization, specifically the one you married, you couldn't help but long for one yourself as the sharp air seemed to practically cut your skin.

You shivered, teeth chattering and finger tips going cold. He was right about telling you to dress appropriately, but you'd assume this harbinger event would be indoors and went lacking on your usual attire. As such, you were now stuck in ankle deep snow, wondering how even the sunlight of Snezhnaya was cold.

“Come here,” he ordered, using his hands to spread open the insides of his cape. He seemed clearly upset, more than usual, but still allowed you into his arms, where the warm cape was wrapped around you as well. Your face nestled against your chest, all you could think about was how you hated the touch of the man, but you wouldn't complain, no when he was providing you with more warmth, that was only growing hotter with your body heat.

“Thank you, my lord,” you managed to stutter out into the fabric of his shirt, followed by a sniffle from your red, runny nose. The apology was forced from your lips, it wasn't very often that you were grateful for anything that he'd given you.

He merely hummed, a usual response for him. His arms around your waist somehow felt better than the icy cold air, causing you to only press against him harder.

“Be glad that I love you,”

Can you do platonic Arlecchino with a reader who ran away from the house of the hearth, and years later she found out from the other harbingers they are with the Traveler helping them out on their journey, she later confronts them on Fountain? How would it go, (also can this take place after 4.3?)

(Sure! If you want a part 2 just give me some more context! Dms or just request again! If you want me to change something’s lmk!)

My Dear Child

•When arlecchino first noticed your absence she thouggt you were playing around with Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet but when they noticed them alone to tricks..he was puzzled where was her child?! You were 5 at this time of course Arlecchino was worried you were your CHILD her biological one to be in-fact so she had her fatui unit look for you, over the years she didnt send as many out but she did still kept her eye out not stoping until she finds you

•10 years later you were in fontaine, you didnt think arlecchino was still looking for you so you were a little more laid back, but it was a huge mistake they spotted you immediately seeing that smile, hearing that laugh, it made then smile, happy, they finally found their sibling! So they would quickly go and tell arlecchino he would send extra fatui agents out to fontaine

“My child why did you run?”

•You knew that voice..you didnt think he would still remember fatui agents circling around you, you heard what happen with her and furina you couldnt run you were cornered you were screwed

“It doesnt CONCERN you I didnt want to kill innocent people”

•Arlecchino would sigh fatui agents would grab onto your arms to make you stay in place Arlecchino would walk towards you lifting your chin smirking

“Your siblings missed you lets go home.. My Dear Child”

(FINSIHED!!! YAYAYAY im sorry this was short! So i am willing ti make another part ofc!)

Yandere Scaramouche who can't bring himself to be soft in your presence. Softness is weakness, and you'll pounce at any moment of weakness from him. But he still loves you, more than his mechanical heart can contain, so he shows it in less than kind ways.

A box of chocolates will be haphazardly dropped into your lap with him standing above you, arms crossed and a frown on his face. He'll gesture for you to take them, trying to hide the raging blush that's forming on his cheeks.

"Take them, they're disgusting," he'd grumble before walking off without another word. He'd never buy himself chocolates. Not willingly. His hatred for sweets was more than common knowledge to you, he gagged if you even put a drop too much sugar in his tea. Yet somehow, he'd come to aquire a box of chocolates.

And not just any box. Your favorite. A kind that was only found in Mondstadt. Having a bit of an acquired taste, they never got popular around Teyvat and were hard to come across anywhere else. You remember mumbling to yourself about how you missed their taste a few short days ago and now here they were, on your lap. Despite your hatred for the man, you felt a smile forming upon your lips.

INSULT TO INJURY — Platonic Arlecchino & reader

i. SUMMARY: What is Arlecchino to do, when her child comes home injured? ii. CWS & NOTES: Injuries, mild descriptions of blood, mentions of violence, nothing particularly graphic. PLATONIC arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. hurt/comfort. they/them pronouns used. 0.9k words. iii. A/N: HI THIS WAS FINISHED IN MY DRAFTS AND I DID NOT NOTICE... this was a suggestion from @romaritimeharbor!!

Arlecchino was by no means a traditional parent, but she did share common qualities with those who were. She kissed her children’s hair when they were sick, wiping the sweat off their forehead and tucking their sheets extra tight. When they sought comfort, she would hold them close to her chest, even if her affection was rare and only offered away from all other eyes. They appeared in her thoughts constantly, even in the most mundane situations; occasionally she would find herself wondering if Lynette would enjoy a particular brand of tea, or if Freminet’s diving skills had improved in the past months.

Those outside of the House of the Hearth could never imagine a soft side to a cutthroat woman like Arlecchino, not after witnessing her ruthless ways. All they saw was the terrifying Harbinger that cut through hoards with her scythe, taking down each and every one who stands in the way of the Fatui. They would be mistaken to dismiss her as soft-hearted, but even more so to proclaim her heartless. It is simply that her heart beats for the Hearth, and nothing more. 

When she settled into the role of Father, she vowed that even if the Fatui wouldn’t treat her children with love, she would. However strict she appeared, her love for the House of the Hearth was poured through every drop of blood shed in the name of the security of the Fatui. The Fatui were the foundation holding up the orphanage, and so long as it remained strong, so would their home. 

It was one of her most notable traits, and one that many parents held; she would do anything to protect her children. 

So when [Name] turned up at her office, bruises peeking out between the rips in their shirt and bright splatters of blood dotting their arms, she didn’t scold them for walking in without knocking. She stood, moving mechanically over to where they lingered in the doorway. She swept her gaze down their body, taking note of each and every injury. And as they looked up at her, eyes glazed over with unshed tears, she brushed her hand across their face to rid the hair sticking to the blood across their forehead and hissed, “Who did this to you?”

“I–” Whatever rasping words were almost spoken broke off in a fit of coughing. A low cry of pain spilled out, and their hand clutched their side. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

Arlecchino looked out through the hallway, spotting a child half-hidden behind the corner, unsubtly trying to spy on the situation. They squeaked, as she caught their eye and barked out an order. “You! Go to the medical wing and bring back a first aid kit, and several ice-packs. Now.”

They scurried off, the sound of tiny footsteps growing quieter every second. Once they were inaudible, she looked back at her other child, whose eyes were drifting shut slowly. A quick touch on their shoulder sent them flinching backwards, eyes flying open. 

“What happened?” She asked, ignoring the way they shrunk into themself at the question.

“I failed. I was ambushed, and they–” They shuddered, once again gripping their side. Arlecchino took note of the way they winced each time they moved too sharply; bruised ribs, if not broken. “I’m sorry, I just came to report on what happened.”

“You’re injured, [Name].” Arlecchino stressed.

“I know,” They said quietly. They didn’t even seem to have enough energy to fight the tears that have begun dripping down their cheeks. “It won’t happen again. I’ll be better.”

I don’t want you to be better, her mind screamed. I want you to be okay. Arlecchino bit her tongue hard to stop the words from pouring out. It would be unbecoming of the Director to show such earnestness in front of one of her children, especially one who had clearly suffered a failure. She may love them, as she does all of her orphans, but she was raised in the Fatui as well. She knew the cost of failure all too well.

“You will be.” Arlecchino stood back, letting them lean against the door frame again to stop themself falling over. “I’m sure you understand that there will be consequences to this.”

“I do.” 

“Excellent. You will be dismissed from all missions for the next six weeks.” Six weeks, that was just long enough for injured ribs to heal, if she recalled correctly. “You will be required to remain in the House for that time, and any outings must be approved by me before you leave.”

They stared at her, eyes wide.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Father.” They said quickly.

She didn’t ask any more of the person who had left them in such a state, but they did cross her mind as she wrapped bandages around their arms. She could almost see them now, celebrating their victory over the Fatui. How proud they must be, to have sent one of the Knave’s own agents fleeing. 

A barely noticeable grimace tore her attention away, and she forced her hands to loosen the bandages around their arm. In her quiet fury, she had begun to wrap them tighter than a tourniquet, much to their discomfort. 

For that moment, she dismissed the assailant to the back of her mind, and turned all of her attention to her child.

They would come later, and then, they would learn the true meaning of fear. 

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