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devilruin · 2 years

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Invertito La Giustizia

Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader

Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity

Post Type — full length work

Word Count — 1.7k

Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…

Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago.

“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona.

Alyona, the absentee.

The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.

“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’.

The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye.

“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.

“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.

Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you ‌begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it.

“What are you two doing here?”

Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.

“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.

Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.

“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”

His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…

Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance.

Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.

“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone.

Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.

He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.

“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security.

You had lied.

To him.

Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.

“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.

“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.

“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches.

“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”

“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.

“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.

“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.

“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.

Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.

"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”

“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.

“There will be no second chances.”

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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scribblement · 1 year

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Warnings: Kidnapping, Sexual Assault, Drugging, Minor Violence

Summary: Dottore leaves Sumeru, his work there finished, however he can't resist taking his new little assistant with him.

A continuation of my Dottore Akasha Mind Control Fic

Sorry for how long this part 2 took. I've still got 2 more parts in mind to write, but I honestly have no idea when I might actually write them.

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, but please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes.

Word Count: 4599

“Don’t worry, you’ll love Snezhnaya, it’s a bit cold, but you’ll get used to it,” He leaned down towards you, gripping your chin tighter as you flinched, trying to pull away. “I’ve told the Doctor plenty about you and he’s very excited to meet you.”

You paused for a moment, taking in what you had just been told. It didn't make any sense, isn't Il Dottore supposed to be 'the Doctor'? You were sure that was what he had introduced himself as before, though your memory was fuzzy, you weren't even sure how much time had passed since you had the misfortune of meeting him.

He cocked his head to the side, watching your reaction, seemingly amused with your confusion, yet not offering any clarification.

"What do you mean 'meet the Doctor'? Isn't that you?"

His smile only grew wider as he shook his head, looking as though he was disappointed in your question, yet still finding it amusing that you would ask.

"Hmm, an interesting question. I am indeed 'the Doctor', however 'the Doctor' is also currently wrapping things up in Sumeru."

Your confusion only grew with his strange answer, and seeing his amusement at your confusion, your annoyance also grew.

"That doesn't make sense, there's more than one Il Dottore?" You looked to 'the Doctor' for more clarification, but he only gave a non-committal hum, followed by a gesture for you to continue, so you did, trying to work it out. "But if there was more than one of you people would notice. Multiple people all calling themselves 'the Doctor' would raise questions. So you'd have to look at least somewhat alike."

His smile grew slightly, and he waved you on to continue.

"Are you twins?"

At that he let out a laugh. "No, no, nothing like that."

He stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your back. You tried to move away from him, but he simply stepped closer, caging you in and pulling you closer to him so he could lean down with his mouth right by your ear.

"You're close, but I'm afraid we'll have to take this conversation somewhere more... private." With that said he suddenly stepped away from you, using his hand on your back to spin you around in one fluid motion, then guiding you back to the room that you had woken up in previously.

It happened so quickly you weren't even able to properly try to escape his grasp, before you knew it the two of you were in a room, door closed behind you, with Dottore gesturing for you to take a seat at the desk.

Hesitantly you took a seat, keeping an eye on him, unsure of what was going on.

He took a spot near the bookshelf, casually browsing through the covers before one caught his eye and he pulled it from the shelf.

"We are not twins." He looked up from his book briefly, studying your face, smirking when he saw a look of confusion cross you. "You are going somewhat in the right direction. There are many of us, and we do look quite similar, and some of us even look exactly the same. But we are not twins, or siblings of any kind."

He quietly began to read and for a while the only sound was the soft flipping of pages as he read and the sounds of waves hitting the ship, dampened by the walls. You just sat there, confused, not sure what to make of what he had said.

"Continue working through your hypothesis, work through it out loud, it can assist your brain with making connections and organizing your thoughts."

With that he gave you another small wave for you to continue your previous line of thought.

"So there's more of you, and you all look the same, but you aren't siblings. I guess you could be robots, or clones," He looked ready to say something, but you quickly continued on. "But no one's been able to do things like that. Cloning people is a far off idea, and even the best scientists haven't been able to make robots that lifelike or small. I suppose you -"

Suddenly you were cut off by the sharp sounds of a book being shut. You looked over to Dottore to see him frowning at you. He set the book back on the shelf before walking towards you, placing a hand on the desk, before leaning into you, caging you in when his other hand settled on the desktop on your other side.

"Do you think me unintelligent?" His voice was low, nearly threatening, it was the most unsettling you'd ever heard his voice, for a moment you felt very afraid. "Do you think me to be an average scholar, bumbling my way through useless research, unable to move forward past the failings of others?"

The 'no' that escaped you was small, and you were surprised that you had found your voice at all, no matter how small and afraid you sounded.

"Good, you are a smart one aren't you, just too blinded by what you've been told is possible to consider the impossible." He brought a hand up, to toy with a piece of your hair, turning it in his fingers, examining it with a neutral expression. "I am neither a clone, nor a robot, but what I am is quite similar. What I am is a segment of the true Dottore, a part of him created to provide a diverse range of perspectives from different times in his life. I am the Omega segment, and you may refer to me as such, so long as no one else is around."

His answer left you with more questions, but you weren't sure if this was the best time to ask them, so you simply accepted what he told you.

With a sigh he let your hair drop from his grasp as he stood back up, walking back over to the book shelf, studying the selection once more. You continued sitting at the desk quietly mulling things over in your mind while he once again began reading. The silence was a welcome escape, you weren't sure if you wanted to continue speaking with Dottore, or Omega, or whoever he was. Speaking with him was exhausting, it seemed like he was judging and evaluating you every time you spoke, like there was some sort of test going on and only he knew the correct answers. Not to mention, certain things seemed to set him off and you didn't want to risk his wrath, not here on a boat where you were completely at his mercy.

"You will meet Prime Dottore soon," You jumped at his voice, not having expected him to break the silence. "He is on his way, his boat will depart Sumeru soon and we will wait for him at the next port city where we will disembark and board the ship that is waiting for us."

You simply hum in response, not quite sure what to say in response. Escaping at the port seems to be your best bet for freedom, who knows what will happen when you board the next boat.

"No more questions? With such an inquisitive mind I expected you to have more questions for me, but you've been surprisingly silent."

You thought long and hard before finally voicing the question that had been on your mind ever since you woke up on this boat.

"Can I go home?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he studied you. He seemed genuinely confused at your question. "Home? My dear, why would you ever want to go back to that small existence?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but he swiftly cut you off before you could speak.

"We are going to Snezhnaya, and you are going to continue being my assistant, which I can assure you is quite the honor. You will have power, prestige, and you'll have the freedom to question all those silly little things you were taught in Sumeru." He waited a moment, seemingly expecting you to agree with him and drop the subject, when you didn't immediately respond he frowned slightly, studying your face to determine what you were thinking.

"If I can't leave then it doesn't seem like I have that much freedom."

He was on you quicker than you could blink, grasping your chin in his bruising grip, forcing you to look at where his eyes must be underneath his mask. You were so close to him that the beak-like protrusion on his mask was brushing against your nose. You held your breath, fear settling in once more, this version of Dottore seemed to be rather volatile, and you couldn't help but wonder if the real Dottore was just as volatile.

"You're alive aren't you? I'd say that is quite the gift, and allows for a great deal of freedom. Plus the Akasha is no longer working, so you once again have your mind. You have the freedom of your thoughts and autonomy once more, is that not enough for you? Such a greedy little thing." He sneered at you, gripping your face tighter, as he studied your expression.

When you didn't immediately respond to him he loosened his grip, showing you away from him in disgust. "We'll fix that attitude of yours eventually, you'll come to appreciate the freedoms you are given."

Fear took hold of you once more, and you were suddenly gripped with the urge to flee, you felt as though you were a rabbit cowering before a wolf. Eyes darting around you noticed that there was no lock on the door to the room you were in, which meant, if you were fast enough you could escape.

Subtly shifting your body until you were facing the door more, you quickly pushed off from the bed and lunged for the door, getting it open and racing down the hall on unsteady legs as the boat shifted beneath you.

You were shocked when instead of footsteps thundering after you you merely heard laughter, bold, full bodied laughter, he was enjoying this.

"Where do you plan on going? Or have you forgotten you are on a ship, not too many places to escape to."

His voice echoed to you through the hallways, and suddenly you were struck with the truth of his words, you were on a ship, you had forgotten that piece of information in your fear. Where could you go? From your brief time on your deck you recalled that there wasn't any land around you, so you couldn't jump overboard and swim to safety. So what could you do?

Making another split second decision you spotted a door that was slightly ajar and raced for it, quickly shutting yourself inside, moving a few boxes to hopefully provide some degree of safety, and prevent the door from being opened.

You heard the footsteps of someone casually meandering down the hallway softly echoing off the ship. With every step they slowly grew louder and louder, and you knew they were gradually drawing closer, you could only hope that this door would look unassuming and he would pass by it giving you more precious time to figure out a plan.

You saw a shadow approach your door, and then, mercifully pass right by. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in and slouched back against the wall in relief.

Very short-lived relief, as a moment later the door was unceremoniously shoved open, flinging the boxes against the far wall.

His mood was difficult to discern with the mask covering most of his face, but his posture as well as the slight upturn to his mouth seemed to say that he was enjoying himself, and indeed when he spoke his voice was laced with mirth.

"Hmm, seems like you didn't pick the best hiding spot," Kneeling down to match your height he reached out to grasp your shin once more, "Now are you going to stop being so childish and come back to our room, or am I going to have to lock you in here for the remainder of our 5 day voyage?"

You took a moment to mull over your options, being locked in a room for 5 days didn't sound fun, but at least you'd be away from this volatile man. On the other hand, while you would be sacrificing a bit of freedom if you went back to 'your' room, you would have more freedom than staying put.

Taking note of your hesitation he spoke again. "I should inform you that being locked in here means you don't leave for any reason, and no one is permitted to open this door for any reason until we make landfall, that means no food, no water, nothing."

With that new piece of information in mind you made your decision.

"I'll go with you"

His smile grew as he released your chin and stepped back, gesturing for you to follow him down the hallway.

"I knew you would be reasonable," He held a hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. "Now, let's go back to our room shall we?"

He waited a moment, gauging your reaction, frowning slightly at your hesitation, though his frown quickly shifted to a smirk once you reached out to take his hand. He silently led you back down through the halls until you reached the room that you had woke up in. He led you back to the bed, and sat you down, taking a seat himself at the desk, turning to face you.

"Now, I'm sure you have questions, so," He gave a small wave towards you, "Go ahead and ask anything you like."

You thought for a moment, unsure of how many questions you would be allowed to ask, or if he would really answer them. After a moment's hesitation you decided on the most important questions that you had to ask, you needed to know what had happened after your meeting at the Akademiya.

"After I met you at the Akademiya, everything just goes blank. That was the Akasha right?"

You looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, which was made difficult by the mask covering most of his face. But you could see the small smile playing at his lips, he was clearly amused by your question.

"An astute observation, it was indeed the Akasha's doing, I felt it would be easier if you were not aware of what was occurring, less chance of you attempting to rebel."

"So then, what happened during that time?"

"Ah, now that is the big question isn't it?" He smiled as he cocked his head to the side, studding your responses to him.

"So?" You looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"So..." he let the word trail off, waiting for you to elaborate and ask again.

"So," You huffed in annoyance, looking away from his smirking face. "What happened during that time that I don't remember."

He hummed in response, as though he was thinking over the answer, only speaking when you eventually brought your gaze back up to him, watching him once more.

"Now that is quite a valuable piece of information, and as a resident of Sumeru I'm sure you understand that all knowledge comes at a price." His smile grew as your face fell at his answer. "What will you give me in exchange for that information?"

You were taken aback at his response, he had told you to ask him any questions you had, and now he was refusing to answer them? That's just absurd.

"You said to ask you anything I wanted." You frowned, shifting on the bed to face away from him once more.

"Indeed I did, and you may ask any question you like, however whether I deign to answer them is a completely separate matter."

He stood from his desk, crossing the room in a few strides, opening a chest on the far side of the room. You remained silent as he pushed things around, looking for a specific item, eventually pulling out a box.

Walking back towards you he placed the box in your lap.

"Open it."

You weren't sure what you were expecting in the box when you opened it, but a knowledge capsule certainly wasn't high on your list of possible items.

"The offer is always open, once you decide what you are willing to trade me for that knowledge come and find me." He picked the capsule up from the box, studying how the light passed through it, turning it over in his hands. "This capsule contains all your memories from that time, while we may no longer have the Akasha system I'm sure I can make it work."

You remained silent, not sure how to respond to what he had just said, the answers you wanted were so close, but just out of reach. Who knows what you'll have to offer to get those memories back, and do you really want them? Who knows what happened, what you may have done.

You were startled out of your thoughts by a sudden knock at the door, jumping slightly from your spot on the bed. Omega simply sighed, moving from his spot to wrench open the door.

“What?”

Looking around Omega you spotted a fatuus clutching a letter in his hand, fear at having possibly interrupted the Doctor etched on his face.

“Lord Harbinger sir, a letter has just arrived for you, it is from the Regrator.”

Omega didn’t answer, merely snatching the letter from his grasp and dismissing the man with a wave before he closed the door, making his way back to his desk.

Pulling his chair out and sitting down he began rifling through papers, pulling out anything that caught his eye. Reaching into one drawer he pulled out a letter opener, quickly using it to open the letter he carelessly tossed it to the side.

You sat in silence as he scanned the letter, muttering to himself as he did. You didn’t listen too closely, but you could have sworn it almost sounded like he was having a conversation with himself.

You remained quiet, awkwardly sitting on the bed, unsure what to do with yourself. Escape wasn’t currently an option, as you had recently learned. Perhaps if you kept your head down you could make a break for it when you reached the next port, after all you’d have to leave the boat to board another, perhaps that could be your chance.

“I will be right back, behave while I’m gone.”

Omega’s voice broke through your thoughts, startling you and causing you to slightly jump.

He got up and left, closing the door behind him as he left to take care of whatever work he needed to. You quickly sprung into action as soon as his footsteps began to fade, snatching up the letter opener, it may not be much but you'd rather have a weapon, no matter how small in your possession.

You then began looking around for anything that might be of use to you. Most of the papers on his desk were complicated scientific research notes and papers on all manner of seemingly esoteric research that you weren’t able to make heads or tails of. You left them where they were, choosing instead to carefully open and search all the drawers and cupboards, unfortunately not finding anything of use.

You then took a few moments to study your sparse surroundings, the room was large, but sparsely furnished, a bed took up a bit of the space, the largest piece of furniture in the room was the desk that was beside the bed and wrapped around the room. There was nothing that you could use, and nowhere to hide.

You started hearing footsteps returning, so you quickly hid the letter opener in your pocket, careful to wrap it in a spare piece of fabric you had found so you didn’t cut yourself. You then returned to your spot on the bed where you had been before he left, trying your best to look like you hadn’t just been searching through all of his things.

When he returned he simply went back to his desk, pulling out more papers as well as an inkwell. Eventually the sounds of papers shuffling around and the scratching of pen on paper lulled you into a fitful rest, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of the day.

The rest of the voyage passed fairly uneventfully, though it was terribly boring. You were left without anything to do but sit on the bed and watch as Omega worked, you were forbidden from going anywhere on the ship unless Omega was with you, and he did not like being disturbed for anything, not even food or rest.

The first two days were oppressively quiet, by the third day you worked up your courage to make small talk with him. He didn’t speak much in response to anything you said or any questions you asked, too focused on his work to pay you much mind. But he did on occasion speak to you, which, as much as you hated to admit it, made the days a bit better. You never realised how much you craved interaction with people, no matter who they were until it was completely taken away from you.

The final day of the voyage started the same way as usual, and progressed in much the same way as well. It wasn’t until late at night that Omega broke his usual schedule, briefly leaving the room, only to return a short while later with a small plate of food and a pot of tea.

It was the first time he had ever eaten that you had seen. Eventually he noticed your gaze on him, and turned to you with a smirk.

“What is it? Do you want a treat?” He gestured to the plate he had brought in and you noticed that it didn’t contain the food you had expected, instead it had small cakes on it, who knew that he had a sweet tooth.

You ignored his jibe, knowing that if you addressed it he would get no end of enjoyment from your anger, instead choosing to focus on the cakes.

“What are they?” You asked as you moved closer, slowly perching yourself on the edge of the bed so you could get a better look. They were small rectangular shaped cakes, with what looked like layers of cream and chocolate, plus a layer of chocolate on top.

“A traditional Fontaine desert, I find them to be quite enjoyable.” He took his fork, and reached over to the plate, taking a small chink out of one of the cakes before taking a bite.

You had to admit, it looked delicious and you weren’t sure how long it had been since you last had something sweet. When you worked at your bakery you would have sweets every now and again, when you were surrounded by them all day it was easy to take one and have a small snack.

And you had never had any cakes or pastries from Fontaine, when would you ever get a chance again?

“Can I?”

He smiled when you spoke, taking his fork once again, and gathering up some of the cake for you, before holding out the fork for you to take a bite from.

You hesitantly leaned over, unsure of his intentions, but when he didn’t make any moves you took a bite from the fork, sitting back down as you did. You savored the bite, it was different from cakes that you had previously made and tried. It was soft and creamy, you could taste almond, and chocolate, but also a distinct coffee taste, there was also a bitter flavour that you couldn’t quite place, but you assumed that it was a spice or ingredient from Fontaine that you haven’t tried before.

“Well?”

He studied your expressions as you ate, smile widening when he saw your eyes drift to the second piece on his plate.

“It’s good,” You hesitantly leaned back towards him. “Can I have more?”

He sat back in his chair, studying you for a moment before smiling again.

“I suppose you can, after all you have been rather well behaved, aside from the incident, on your first day awake.” He pulled out another fork and placed the plate on the empty section of desk beside you, allowing you to finish the cake that had a few bites out of it while he ate the other.

The two of you ate in silence, savoring the delicious cakes, and all too soon they were gone. Omega took the forks and plate, leaving the room to return them to the kitchen.

You began feeling tired, and let the gentle swaying motion of the ship rock you to sleep.

Your mind was fuzzy, tired with sleep as an unknown sensation slowly pulled you from your dreams. You began shifting around, feeling a pressure on your hips, almost pinning you down.

"Shhh, shh, shhh," A soft voice broke through the sleepy haze of your mind, you knew that voice, but couldn't quite place it. "Relax, bunny, just relax."

You made a soft noise of discomfort as you continued trying to move, something other than sleep was stopping you from being able to move as much as you wanted to.

You felt a hand trailing up your side, ghosting over your skin as it traced unknown patterns across your skin. Then you felt another strange sensation, a soft press against your neck, and then again, moving higher and higher.

You tried to squirm away again, when that was unsuccessful you focused on trying to focus your vision. Everything was so blurry you couldn't make out anything distinct. When you turned your head slightly you saw blue hair.

When you moved again, you were suddenly roughly pinned down, and a face came into view. Through your altered vision you couldn't make out much, just blue hair and red eyes.

"Stay still, stop fighting the sedative, just go back to sleep."

You thrashed, trying to get away from the unwanted touches, or at least you tried to. Whatever sedative he had dosed you with was having quite the effect, you were barely able to move.

He tutted as you continued trying to squirm away from him.

"You know, you were so much more compliant when you had the Akasha."

You stilled at that, a thousand thoughts running through your mind as your blood turned to ice. What had he done to you when you had been under the control of the Akasha?

He hummed when you stilled, pleased with your seeming compliance.

"That's it, just like that." His hands resumed their exploration of your body, leaving a burning trail of shame in you everywhere he touched. "I don't know how much time we have left together, so just lay still and let me commit your body to memory."

Panic welled up in you once more and you desperately tried to move again, to speak, to do anything to stop him. All your efforts rewarded you with was a sigh from Omega as he lifted himself off of you before he reached into the bedside table, searching for something. You couldn't see what he pulled out, but suddenly you felt a sharp pinch in your arm before your vision slowly faded back to black.

#yandere genshin #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #yandere dottore #🔮.dottore #🔮.genshin #🔪.darkcontent #cw:yandere #cw:sexual assault #cw:kidnapping #.mine

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killsaki · 1 year

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every time u leave tags on my writing my heart grows three hundred sizes <3333

STEVIE !!!! every time i read one of your fics my view on the world, my mind, my soul all expand so beautifully. everything you’ve ever written is a masterpiece. thank you for sharing so much of it on tumblr dot com, i am so thankful to be able to read them 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

#asks.#i adore you so much. and your writing skills. you are the glue that keeps me stuck to this site #i still cannot believe we are FRIENDS #you are SOOOO SO SO incredibly talented. and kind. and amazing. and cool. and WERE FRIENDS?!??#i remember first reading your stuff and literally being like 😦 the entire time because it’s all so BEAUTIFUL #you make me read things that i wouldn’t even look at if anyone else did it.#step daddy fics? literally couldn’t get me near them… oh! stevie posted one. i MUST read it #now daddy aizawa is my favorite daddy of all time.#OH MY STARS NONCON KIRI CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY #YOU SINGLE HANDEDLY TURNED ME ONTO DARKCONTENT FOR HIM.#☆ — moot. | stevie!#i am so sorry i always yell at you about nonsensical things. i ADORE you

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3wishesgenie · 8 months

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#darkcontent

Watching him through the windows of his home while he's there with another woman after coming back from a date

The police finding a reported woman's body in the area of the alleged killers recent attacks on the town this being the 4th body in a month

Taking your fav and tying him up after drugging up and bringing him back to your apartment cleaning the blood off your body to not get your prize dirty

Sitting across the table from him with a knife in hand, smiling up at him darkly while he struggles against the chains you've put around him.

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Rules

this blog is strictly nsfw. minors, blogs without an age in their bio, and blank blogs will be blocked if they interact. (my main blog is open to minors, go there if you're interested in reading my other works.)

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frankoc3an-cantsaveunow · 8 months

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i need more mutuals (18+ only pls) pro sh1p/darkcontent & bigots dni

i post a lot of MHA. i need more ppl to talk abt mha with!

im into old things like music, artists, movies, etc. i like old techy things. if ur also into that pls like or reblog

i also draw and write as well. i like doing self insert shit especially w mha

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⭒ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 ⭒

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#♱.navigation , #♱.rules , #♱.masterlist , #♱.asks , #♱.anon , #♱.misc , #♱.thuanie’s

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#♱.[fandom]masterlist , #♱.[character]

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devilruin · 2 years

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"Big Brother Diluc, a lot of my underwear has been going missing recently. I think I might need to buy new sets."

Pairing — yandere older brother diluc x gn younger sibling reader

Warnings — general yandere warnings, incest, clothes stealing, mentions of stalking, mentions of captivity, suggestive content

Post Type - interaction

Word Count — 486

The sound of silence was your only answer for a short while. Diluc was far too preoccupied with the fearful thought that you might know who was behind the thieving, yet with just a quick glance at your face he knew; you truly did not know. Your eyes crinkle at the ends when you shoot him a puppy-like look, as if begging him to say or do something, anything, about the situation at large.

His throat feels dry from the sight — delusions of your pleading face in his bed, as wanton, needy, moaning mess and all he'd have to do is reach out and…

"Big Brother?", it's your pretty voice that snaps him out of his trance, face slightly red from the suggestive daydream.

"Are you okay? You don't look so good right now."

Relief fills his veins. You didn't notice what he was thinking — good.

He clears his throat, still seemingly trying to find the words that will put you at ease, especially now that you're worried about him, too.

“...I'm alright. My apologies for not realizing sooner that we have a thief in our midst. I’ll get Adelinde to interrogate the maids. No matter what, I will find them. I promise.”

Yet, if there was anything you could say about your big brother after all the years you’ve spent by his side, it was this — he’s a terrible liar.

If you just know where to look, you’ll find that he can’t lie without something giving him away. From how his ears slightly flush to the way he fiddles with the cuffs of his gloves, he’s obvious. And right now, standing in front of him, looking up at his pale face under the flicker of the candles, you can tell.

He’s lying.

About what, though, is the question. The desire to ask him bubbles on your tongue, but the memories of being caged away in your room for weeks on end when you act out — relentlessly questioning him, accusing him of abandoning you, even slapping him hard enough to leave a bruise — are still seared into the inside of your mind.

"Well then, please make sure it gets resolved soon." Letting go of the topic seems to be the best move for now, and you stretch your legs, leaving the dreary office behind for the smell of dinner. Upon sitting down at the freshly made table, there's a startling realization creeping to the front of your brain. You had never mentioned a thief, so why was that the first thing to come into your big brother's mind? And why did he need to interrogate the maids?

Upstairs, Diluc's rapid heartbeat is finally calming down. His hands are shaking, and his legs are almost numb from standing in a weird position. But it's fine, the pain didn't matter — he felt worse when being hit by a cryo abyss mage — and it was worth it. After all, you didn't notice the pair of underwear skillfully tucked away into a pocket in his jacket.

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scribblement · 2 years

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Akasha Mind Control with Dottore x GN!reader

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, Mind Control

Summary: Dottore stumbles across you in Sumeru, and decides that he wants you to be his obedient little assistant.

It’s been a while since I last wrote anything, so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. Also, I’ve left the ending open so you can imagine what happens next, but if enough people are interested in this story line I may continue it.

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, but please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes.

Word Count: 2201

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI - THIS IS A SFW PIECE, BUT THIS WHOLE BLOG IS MINORS DNI

You were going through your nightly routine, shutting down your bakery, and making sure everything was in order. You were just starting to count the money from the day when you noticed something strange.

From your window you could see that your neighbors and people in Sumeru city were acting strange. They seemed to be excitedly talking amongst each other, and they were all heading in the same direction. They were all walking towards the Akademiya.

You noticed a friend of yours walking in the crowd and you went over to them, wanting to find out what was going on. Was there a celebration or meeting that you were unaware of?

You tried to speak to them but they weren’t responding, they just kept clapping and cheering, as they continued on their way. Whenever you got in front of them they just moved around you, their eyes unseeing, just looking past you.

You walked with them to the Akademiya where they eventually stopped and started excitedly talking with everyone else there, cheering and talking about some sort of hero that would be coming soon.

You didn’t understand what was going on, started going from person to person trying to find out what was happening. As you walked around you began noticing some things. Their Akasha terminals, which normally glowed a turquoise colour, seemed more green than you remembered them being. All of them seemed excited and happy, but their eyes were unseeing, looking right through you, as though you didn’t exist.

You kept going from person to person, trying to get someone to react, to speak, to move, anything. But nothing worked, they were all in their own world, and you didn’t seem to exist in it.

You were beginning to panic, what could you do? You needed help, you were right at the Akademiya, surely someone here would know what to do. With your plan in mind you began to head towards the Akademiya, determined to figure out what was happening. Then you hear someone from behind you speak

“Well now, isn’t this interesting, no Akasha?”

You freeze, the deep voice startling you, it's not a voice you had ever heard before.

You stayed frozen, just staring straight ahead into the eyes of the person in front of you, who was still excitedly chattering on about the hero of Teyvat, not even noticing what was happening in front of him.

“And who might you be?”

The voice was closer, and out of your periphery you noticed him moving, bringing his face closer to you. You flinched and turned away before you could get a look at him. He just let out a soft sound of annoyance, pulling back.

After what seemed like an eternity you found your voice.

“What is wrong with them? What’s going on? Who are you?”

“An excellent question, but I believe I asked one first, and it would be rude to just ignore someone now wouldn’t it?

You feel a hand come up to gently rest on your shoulder, a tiny amount of pressure being applied, trying to turn you around which you resisted. You let out a tiny yelp as the pressure increased and suddenly you were turned around to face the man.

He was dressed strangely to say the least, a long coat with all sorts of embellishments and feathers on the back, and a strange beak-like mask covering the top of his face.

He leaned in, the beak of his mask just inches away from your face, he tilted his head to the side, studying you, waiting for you to answer his question.

Your response was quiet, barely a whisper as you told him your name.

He nodded slightly acknowledging your answer, but seemed like he was waiting on more, after what seemed like an eternity he spoke again.

“And…” he trailed off, clearly wanting more information from you, though you weren’t sure what he wanted.

“And what?”

He smirked, straightening himself up to his full height.

“And who are you, what are you doing here, why aren’t you wearing an Akasha, it’s quite strange for a resident of Sumeru city to not be wearing one.”

You took a moment to collect yourself before answering his questions, hoping that if you answered his, he’d tell you what was going on and then leave you alone.

“I’m no one really, I work at a bakery,” You were about to answer his other question when you paused. Why didn’t you wear the Akasha, everyone else did, and with it information was right there when you needed it, it was considered an indispensable part of Sumeru life. Before today there was nothing to indicate that there could be dangers to wearing one, other than… “The sages don’t wear them, if the people that control the Akashas don’t wear them why would I?”

You thought he might call you crazy, paranoid, delusional, or any of the great many other things people had called you when they found out you were hesitant to wear the Akasha. The last thing you had expected him to do was laugh, but that's what he did.

You weren’t quite sure how to react to that, so you just waited for him to stop, a look of confusion on your face. Once he stopped he shook his head before speaking once again.

“My my, such a clever little thing. Only a baker, you have the makings of a proper scholar if you properly applied yourself.”

What do you say to that? You’ve spent your whole life hearing people say that you weren’t smart enough for the Akademiya, that you were paranoid for not trusting the Akasha, and now this strange man was telling you you were right the whole time. It was a bit too much to take in. Almost enough to make you forget about your questions, and why you were here.

So then, does that mean,” You stopped yourself, a bit hesitant to finish what you were about to say, but the man just gave you a not to continue, his smile steadily growing. “Does that mean the Akashas are doing this to them?”

“That is correct,” He smiled wider still, his pointed teeth showing, causing a shiver of fear to run down your spine. You hastily looked away from him as he leaned in closer, you could feel his breath on your face as he brought his mouth closer to your ear, practically whispering the rest to you. “It’s a little experiment of mine that the Sages were only too happy to assist me with, and it’s been a success, the Akashas can now deliver information directly into the subjects subconscious, allowing me to control them as I see fit.”

He stood up, taking a step back and gesturing to the cheering people around him. “Currently the people you see here are waiting for a pesky traveler to arrive, and when they do, why I imagine they won’t be able to hold back their adoration. I wonder, how do you think the traveler will react? Will they cut down the poor innocent people of Sumeru to escape, or will they simply flee like a common rat, unable to do anything.”

You had slowly been moving back as he spoke, inching back bit by bit, wanting to put as much space between you and the crazed scientist as possible. His mask covered his eyes, but you were sure if you could see them you’d see the manic gleam in them. There was clearly something wrong with him, he’s using the people of Sumeru as puppets, and the Sages are letting him. Only one thought ran through your mind as you turned to run through the crowd

‘I need to get help’.

And with that you ran, darting between people, trying to get to the ramp to the lower level. So focused on your task to escape you didn’t even realise that the cheering had stopped, nor did you notice that many eyes were now trained on you. The hands you darted past so easily at first now sought to grab you. Gradually it became harder and harder to navigate the throngs of people, but you pushed forward, desperate to reach the ramp and flee this nightmare.

You were so close when a hand finally found purchase. Then another, and another, until many bodies were holding you in place, preventing your escape. You struggled against the hands but were ultimately unable to break free of their grasp. As you slowly ceased your struggles you heard footsteps slowly approaching you. You tried to control your breathing, willing yourself not to panic.

You kept your eyes trained on the ground as a pair of boots slowly came into view. The boots came to a gradual stop until they were directly in front of you.

“Well, what do you think? Perfect puppets, aren’t they?”

You didn’t respond, just kept your eyes trained on the ground, afraid to speak. When you didn’t respond you heard the rustling of clothes as he leaned down in front of you, bringing a hand out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Hmm,” he smiled again as he pulled on your chin, lifting your head and forcing you to meet his gaze. It was painful, your neck twisting in an uncomfortable position because of how you were held. “Too stunned by the brilliance of my creation to speak. I understand.”

The hands holding you in place let go one by one, until he was the only one touching you. The cheering started back up again, everyone going back to what they had been doing prior to your escape attempt.

“I don’t believe I introduced myself earlier, I’m known as Il Dottore, a Harbringer from Snezhnaya. Now I can’t have you getting in the way of this very important meeting that I’m about to have, so I’m going to need you to be good and put this on for me.”

He held up an Akasha terminal, you immediately pulled back, struggling against his iron grip.

“You don’t want to? No matter, I’ll help you this one time.” He adjusted his grip and yanked your head to the side, placing the Akasha on your ear. You immediately felt it’s effect, your mind going fuzzy, all the fight leaving you. “Don’t worry though, you’re not going to play the part of the cheering crowd, you’re going to play the part of my perfect little assistant, who does everything they’re told.”

It felt strange and unnerving as the Akasha took over your mind. Your thoughts were disjointed and blurred, you could see Dottore speaking, but couldn’t hear anything. You were screaming at yourself to run but your body took the hand Dottore offered you and followed him up the steps to the Akademiya. He sat you down on a chair while he went back to what he was doing, waiting for his ‘guest of honor’.

You kept watching him until your vision gradually went black, the Akasha fully taking control.

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When you gradually came back to consciousness you had no idea where you were or how long the Akasha had been controlling you for. You stumbled to your feet, getting out of the small bed you were in. Once you were on your feet you started moving towards the door, the vertigo from finally being in control of your own body causing you to stumble as you walked.

You looked at your surroundings, confused, everything was made of wood, and it must’ve been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that everything was moving, swaying back and forth. When you made it to the door that you could see light coming from you realised that something was very wrong.

You slowly opened it, your nose was quickly assaulted by the smell of salt, and all you could see around you was the blue sky and the ocean.

As you stumbled further out onto the deck of the ship, trying to figure out where you were, you spotted him, hunched over a table, reading over notes of some sort, surrounded by other people wearing masks.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him as he slowly looked over to you, a smirk growing on his face.

“It would appear that we have passed out of the reach of the Dendro archon, your Akasha terminal is no longer working,” He put down what he was looking over and started to walk over to you. “It’s too bad, I quite enjoyed you being my obedient little assistant. Without the Akasha it’s certainly going to be more difficult, but I’m sure we’ll figure out something.”

He stopped in front of you, gloved hand reaching out to hold your face, bringing your gaze back to his. You trembled in his hold, your fear growing as you realised you were completely at his mercy and had an unknown length of time missing from your memories.

#🔮.genshin #🔮.dottore #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #🔪.darkcontent #cw:yandere #.mine #cw:mind control #dottore x reader #yandere dottore

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