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Would ya be my girl forevermore...

.... Till the end of time? - SHE WANTS REVENGE

Hello!! I'm yuru, a fanfiction author who dabbles in multiple fandoms (though I only write for genshin for now). I like to dabble in visual novels, manhwa and various animes. I use she/her pronouns and I'm always open for a chat! My favs include Lohen and Scaramouche from Genshin Impact, Penelope Eckart from Death is the only ending for the villainess, and many more!! If you ever wanna be moots, just send me an ask and I'll follow you back! My art account is @yuru-from-another-land

My list of fandoms- (Manhwa) Roxana, My in laws are obsessed with me, Death is the only ending for the villainess, Not your typical reincarnation story, Omniscient reader's viewpoint, The fantasie of a stepmother

(Anime and manga)- Sousou no Frieren (anime and manga), Dungeon meshi (anime and manga), The apothecary diaries (anime and light novel), 7th time loop, Gachiakuta, Demon Slayer, Firefly wedding (manga), Vanitas no carte, Romantic killer, Horimiya, Witch hat atelier, A sign of affection, etc.

(Game/Visual novel)- Genshin Impact, the kid at the back, the freak circus, 14 days with you, touchstarved, a date with death, Doki Doki literature club, To eat a god, Killer chat!, beyond the turquoise stars, loving decays

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I didn't know if you wanted headcannons or a drabble so I decided to make this headcannons ^^

(gn! Reader (since you didn't specify anything), kinda short cus I'm not used to writing readers like this, might be ooc, not beta read)

There's nothing more Lohen enjoys than irritating you if you're this kind of person

The medic of the fifth company of the knights of favonius is known to be a force to be reckoned with, with how firm you are with medical treatment and schedules

He likes it really, he finds responsibility extremely attractive. That just means you can put him in his place more often!

What he likes more is getting you to tick

Knowing that you often hit him out of reflex when he's being a general nuisance, he's sworn to make your life difficult

As in, hiding your medical tools, getting more injured more often, so on and so forth

Each and every hit when you're yelling at him he gets this sense of euphoria, he got his love of his life to react in a way he likes them to

Though he does get mildly annoyed at the fussing at times, he's grown accustomed to it, and even came to like it

He's smiling at you so cheekily when you worry about him, in fact he's fighting against a full blown grin

One time when you were really apologetic about him and a knight happened to pass by, he stared right at them and blew a raspberry at them

"Look what I have and you don't"

Please hit him purposefully more often, or else some complicated rumors might be circling around the knights of favonius later on... Something about favoritism or whatever

-ty 4 reading my request!

Sure!

(Content warnings: mentions of manipulation, stalking, unfair trials, threats, general yandere shtick, not beta read, idk what warnings are there tbh comment if I have missed anything)

Arlecchino

You might've expected a bit more of a dangerous reaction of a cold and calculating harbinger of the Tsaritsa, however she does agree to the divorce you suggested

Though, she does have a dark look on her face whilst initiating the divorce, as if she doesn't enjoy this a single bit

"What brought this up dear?"

Dear, as if you were just having a minute argument and it would be over with just a few hours and communication

She's kind enough to offer a home for you to live in right after, however...

You cannot stop the feeling of being watched

It started off small, your belongings were shifted to a different place, the fireplace was lit without any of your intervention

Then you straight up received bloodied flowers

Every time you even interact with a co worker, the dread of being watched always followed you

Coincidentally, you keep bumping into members of the hearth, acting all cheerful when they meet you and asking you to come back for a tea party sometime. Even Lynette seems eager to have you back

And, well, you're definitely being stalked, it won't be so bad to hang around a place where protection was guaranteed right?

When you visit bearing gifts for the children however, it's Arlecchino who answers, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and all

"And here I thought that we were supposed to go on no contact."

If it weren't for the fact that you knew her for years, you would've never heard the teasing lilt in her voice

When ushering you in however, you can't help but notice that her grip on your arm is far tighter than usual, and the children were far too eager to lock the doors shut

Furina

Huh?

For the archon of Fontaine, the one referred to as the Regina of all waters, the thought of divorce is absolutely blasphemous

Why would you want to divorce her? Did she do something wrong? Just tell her, she'll be able to fix everything she swears!

Though when you report your final answer, she comes to realize that she can't do anything

Just like all the other humans with feeble lifespans compared to hers, you'll leave her too...

She can't have that

Guilty as she feels she does have the justice within her to offer you a divorce trial, but she begs— no— pleads for Neuvilette to turn the scales in her favor

She'll manipulate every legal loophole that she herself created, she prayed to mirror her every night with tears bubbling in her eyes that the Oratrice would allow you to stay

And when court falls in her favor at last?

She grabs a hold of your two hands, the ones used to wipe your tears of frustration, and kisses each and every individual knuckle with a relieved smile on her face

As if this was all just an obstacle overcome in your relationship, as if this wasn't the worst day of your life

"At last ma chérie, this is but a show of Teyvat's fate that we were destined to stay together! D-don't cry now, please, I'll get you anything you want for you to look at me."

Clorinde

The feared Champion duelist Clorinde gained her reputation for good reason

Though she behaves kindly with you, inviting you to multiple tabletop troupe events with Navia, having tea parties with you with a smile on your face, she is ultimately a bad match for you

Her presence alone deters many in Fontaine, so aside from hers you rarely have any friends of your own, something that she likes greatly

Something that caused the divorce, in any case

The champion duelist is fair, in any case, being an executioner of the judicial system will do that to someone

Though, don't expect to be surprised when you get entangled up in another trial case involving yourself. Hm? You're not guilty? Certainly a mistake then, Monsieur Neuvilette says you are

Hm? You didn't ask to to duel someone? But your lawyer says it that you clearly did

People have good reason to fear the champion duelist, even if she only uses her sword, yet she is kinder with you

She walks up to you, blade against your throat for the sake of pretenses, takes note of your frightened expression as if she wasn't the one that caused everything in the first place

"I can always harm you minimally if you agree to come back."

The champion duelist is fair, she gives you an option to be with her or not

Warnings: grooming and predatory behaviour towards minors

Why do I believe it's her?

https://www.instagram.com/p/Da78diaR-Bv/?igsh=bTE4NGxrdnQydzZk

Icl as soon as I saw this I knew I had to lock in for a moment so please enjoy this 1.5k fic with just no plot whatsoever<3 (also I kinda didn't see the "wants to be spanked" part so this is just a full on spanking lohen fic with no build up whatsoever so hope you don't mind)

Tags: spanking (obvi), Dom!reader, sub!lohen, female!reader (since we are a maid), cramped spaces, the thrill of almost getting caught (I forgot the word for it...), mild bloodplay, use of daggers, shoe riding, not beta read, English is not my first language

(fair warning these are kinda experimental and more of a soft yandere type, so it might be mischaracterized the slightest. Enjoy reading though!)

Lauma- the overbearing type

Oh lady moonchanter, how gracious and beautiful she is, expending even her own life force to heal the people around her. Living such a dreary life, where all the people around her worshipped the sky that was made of pure falsehoods, and a goddess that never wanted to be one in the first place. She has gone through many hardships, and yet, it is a bit inspiring seeing her keep going despite it all.

Which is why she'd never wish anyone her life.

Oh little old you, the object of the moonchanter's affections, the one where she has her one eye affixed on everytime you pass her by. She's all the more nice to you, if a bit... Suffocating at times. As if she doesn't stop to think about your own autonomy.

"It's fine Lauma, I don't mind working a bit more-"

"You've been working for a while now, it would do me well if you took some much needed rest," she says, dragging you by your shoulders to bring you to a tea table, while both you and her knew that you'd only been working for a maximum of thirty minutes.

She smothers like no other, personally feeding you lakaberries herself when you refuse to take any. Hm? What do you mean she worries so much? It should be justified no? Nod krai is such a frigid land, and you never know when which meal is your last.

Of course, her tolerance for people you don't respect your rest either is limited. They will face the dead silent disappointing glare of the lady moonchanter, and would back off at seeing her just so... Protective. It's a weird thing, your relationship. She never does anything to harm you, or do anything explicitly outside of your consent, yet you still find yourself a tad bit uncomfortable.

But you love her, you'd get over it for her, right?

Rhinedottir- the perceptive type

Rhinedottir is a woman who prides herself on her own research. All of her creations were made through meticulous experimentation and her rigid understanding of what others considered the unknown.

You, on the other hand, were a mystery that she wanted to unravel more than anything.

Once a sinner and witch and now having added a shade to her endless arsenal of accomplishments, her humanity has already been long gone, so has her ability to perceive it properly. Why would she need to bother? A researcher worth their time wouldn't spend hours of their day rotting away at things that bored them, and she was no different. Psychology was never much of interest to her, only in the purity of the bodies she created.

You, however, were someone who eluded her whole sense of, well, everything.

She finds her gaze locked down into the flimsy world of Teyvat down below, studying your everything. Your reaction to the benign and malignant, a twitch of the eyebrow or in the corner of your lip. How you live with either a craving for endless knowledge or a wish to live in blissful ignorance for perpetuity.

She finds all of it entertaining, and, if she were so bold, endearing, even.

Ronova always looks at her with mild disappointment when she spends her day doing nothing more than her experiments and observing you. Naberious complains at her doing something so trivial, and Istaroth couldn't care less. But she was never one to listen to those who bored her, you would be a much better thing to study and grasp. The other shades yelled at her in absolute disbelief when she decided to raise you to the heavens themselves, but she paid them no mind once more.

After all, what better feeling is there than you groveling at her feet to comprehend her benevolence?

Nefer- the stalker type

To the learned and to the cautious, Nefer of the curitorium is a bad omen to begin with. A woman with do much power on her fingertips, head of the Northern intelligence guild, and controlling Teyvat from the underground. She gets their wariness, and though she does get her hands dirty at times, even enjoying it, she knows her limits enough not to meddle too much into trivial matters.

That all changed with you, however.

Poor old you, moving to Nod krai for a cheaper living space, only to live a life covered in bugs and rats and scrap metal that could cause tetanus at the slightest cut. The way you reacted, all dramatic and afraid, told her all she needed to know about the kind of person you were.

She had no reason to intervene, just a normal person regretting their stay in Nod krai almost immediately.

And yet...

She can't help but send Jahoda to check up on you from time to time, gaining more and more information on your day to day life than one person should. Jahoda expects the worst of you, after all, her boss is surveiling someone so thoroughly? She never could have expected it was because of a scratch that Nefer couldn't itch.

For each tidbits of your day to day life, Nefer finds herself meddling with your documents more and more. No criminal record? How strange, doesn't appear to be that way in the documents. Nod krai grew wearier at your own presence, and you had to gulp down the dread of the loneliness eating you whole.

That's when Nefer steps in of course.

"I'm Nefer of the curitorium of secrets, mind coming with me, dear?"

After all, it isn't her first time to play hero towards Nod krai, but she certainly wants it to be her first with you. Loneliness can just be a terrible instigator for the drug that is connection, now isn't it?

Chiori- the possessive type

Chiori likes to label parts of her brand as hers.

It, first of all, keeps away competition, and the competitive nature of any Fontainian worth their money would fight the masses for a luxury product of hers. She pays no mind to it, anything she sells belongs to the person who purchased it, but everyone would be able to tell where all that fashion greatness came from in the tag alone.

She finds, that her possessiveness doesn't extend to only her brand.

She's perceptive to a fault, never afraid to notice anything in others and point them out, applying to even herself. She knows, that what she feels for you isn't normal, and that if she acted upon her urges for real the marchausse phantom would have her in cuffs, dragged to meropide. She keeps her distance in her supposed attraction, because she knew that she wouldn't be good for you.

But it is a bit unfair to not act on her urges at all now isn't it?

Every single occasion where the two of you cross paths she somehow manages to wrangle a new set into your arms, free of charge, claiming "it's just scrap" when the measurements fit you to a t. You pay no mind to it, gifts are just gifts, and to deny clothes from Chiori herself would be blasphemous.

People would hog your attention all the time, asking where you got your outfits, complementing how it fit your complexion well, so on and so forth. She's no idiot to the rumors, how does middle-class you get access to such high quality items practically every week?

When you ask her, Chiori claims it's to "widen the reach of her brand since you're so sociable", but that's not really true is it? She's already a Teyvat-wide phenomena, there's really no need to give you all of these free, high quality stuff, when she could use it for better dresses. And yet, she finds herself hiding in a corner, pretending to be interested in the news when in reality all she wanted to see was the jealous glares of any gazes which falls on you with a tiny smirk on her face.

So, accept her generosity kindly, or with far too much excitement as you wished.

"You needn't worry so much about the time it took for all this."

Lohen finds that he quite likes your bold personality.

Every since the commission to help escort you in a journey to your betrothed, he's always been on the receiving end of your disdain. Your harsh words fall on harsher rouge-lined lips, and he preserved every little syllable into memory. He'd watch, at the docks of your ship, as you stood there, arms crossed at the railings with an increasingly frustrated expression on your pretty little face.

Then of course, came your more, melancholic side. Though that wouldn't be the best way to describe you.

A night where your drinking limits teetered a bit too far and he had to accompany you to the docks. While you wiped the bile from the corner of your mouth you'd stare up at the star littered sky, frustration evident from your pursed lips, a look of anger etched from your brow bone to your eyebags.

"Unfair unfair unfair... Why do I have to be the one to get married off out of everyone?!" You screamed with all your might into the foggy air, and even Lohen startled with your loud shrieking.

But you were a woman of pride, most would've succumbed to excessive salty tears building up in their waterline. You however, composed yourself not by tears, but by pure, unadulterated hatred. Your nails dug into the wood of the ship, leaving your mark in the form of indents, before your tugged your shawl over yourself and left him in the dust, hurrying to your quarters in the ship.

That was the beginning of his so called "interest."

Time and time again, when he tailed after you after you yelled at him for the nth time, he takes more and more time to explore you, in a sense. What makes you tick, what (rare) things you like, things you tolerate. He finds that you much prefer him when he keeps his mouth shut, and that's whenever the primary reasons why he constantly ran his mouth in your presence.

Everytime an ornament from your gaudy dresses fell onto the docks he'd always pick it up and stuff it inside his vest. These decoration could cost a fortune, and yet he has no intention of selling them to grubby hands when he himself could imagine so many things with just a silver lining. How you'd look, plain and all without the excessive outfits and jewelry and makeup you wore like a shield.

How much he'd enjoy it if you treated him harsher in your natural state.

Though, when arriving at the land and accompanying you to your fiance, the dead eyed look that bordered on a calm resentment in your eyes gave him a glimpse of all of your turmoil now coming to form your mask.

And he...

Didn't like it in the slightest.

He preferred you haughty, mean, everything in general as long as you could look at him with disgust and disdain. Now, drained of your color and vitality, he finds the lump in his throat growing more prominent by the second. You, who once looked at him with so much emotion, even if negative, were drained of all that makes you, well you.

He knew what he had to do now.

The altar was in all sorts of beautiful, even if a farce. The structure was made more for looks than for functionality, and the pristine white surrounding of walls and tiles and ceiling have it even more of an oppressive feel.

A bit of red would do it good.

There you stood on the altar, veil practically thrown off of you to catch a glimpse of the sight. The sight of him holding the head of your fake beloved, blood and cerebral fluid dripping down onto the carpets. He himself was stained with the filth's blood. The head showed all signs of panic, from the widened eyes beginning to relax from the tautness to the afraid look on his face loosening to rigor mortis.

There you were on the altar, wearing white, and looking oh so beautiful. And oh so shocked, yet at the same time unbothered at the sight of him covered in the filthy gore and guts. Instead, your eyes ventured to the corpse, blinking as if you couldn't believe the sight in front of you, eyes-

The light in your eyes had returned, your blank look replaced with a smile of absolute mirth.

"You did this?" Instead of an afraid tremble he was met with a gleeful tone, lips etched to a perpetual grin, and cheeks flushed to a sickeningly sweet matter.

He's never seen you so happy in his presence, and he finds that he likes that look on your face alongside the disgust that accompanied it.