Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Arlecchino X Hush Male Reader

(The pale moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the quiet streets of Snezhnaya. A biting chill filled the air, but Y/N—known only as "Hush" to those who knew his work—moved through the cold like a ghost. His footsteps were silent, his breath steady, his mission clear: gather information on the Fatui and slip away unnoticed, like he always did.)

(Hush had been in the business of espionage for years, mastering the art of vanishing without a trace. Few had ever seen him, fewer still knew his real name. His world was one of shadows and secrets, and he thrived in the darkness. But tonight felt different. Unsettling. There was a tension in the air that made his instincts scream at him to turn back, but he pushed forward. The Fatui were powerful, but they didn't scare him.)

(Or so he thought.)

(As he approached the abandoned manor that housed the Fatui's latest operations, he caught a flicker of movement. It was subtle—too subtle for an average person to notice—but Hush wasn't average. He froze, his senses heightened, listening for any sound, any clue. And then, from the darkness, came a voice. Cold. Seductive. Dangerous.)

????: I've been waiting for you.

(Hush's blood ran cold. That voice—it could only belong to one person: Arlecchino, the Knave. One of the most dangerous Harbingers of the Fatui, feared not just for her strength, but for her cunning. He had heard rumors of her ruthless efficiency, how she manipulated and controlled everything around her with an iron grip. And now, she was here. For him.)

(He didn't wait. In an instant, Hush turned, ready to vanish into the shadows once again. But before he could move, the ground beneath him seemed to shift, a wave of icy cold enveloping his body. He tried to break free, but it was too late. She was faster.)

(Arlecchino emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than mere curiosity. She wore her usual Harbinger attire, a tight-fitting black and crimson uniform that exuded power and authority. But what struck Hush the most wasn't her appearance—it was the smile on her lips. A smile that was all too pleased, as though she had already won.)

Arlecchino: Running won't save you, Hush. (purrs) You should know better by now. I always get what I want.

(Hush gritted his teeth, fighting against the frost encasing him, but it was no use. He was trapped, vulnerable—something he hadn't been in years.)

Hush: What do you want from me?

Arlecchino: You, of course. I've been watching you for a long time, Hush. Your skills, your talent... but most importantly, your quiet strength. It's rare. And I want it. I want you.

(His heart skipped a beat. This wasn't a normal capture. There was something twisted in her gaze, something more than just the satisfaction of catching a target.)

Hush: I don't work for anyone, and I'm even less fond of Fatui.

Arlecchino: (chuckles) Oh, darling, you misunderstand. I don't want you to work for me. I want you to belong to me.

(Hush's breath caught in his throat. He had faced countless threats before, fought battles against enemies far stronger than him. But this... this was different. Arlecchino wasn't just trying to control him. She was obsessed with him.)

Hush: (mutters) You're batshit insane!

(He tried to pull away from her touch, but her grip tightened, her fingers digging into his skin with surprising strength.)

Arlecchino: Perhaps. But what does it matter? No one will ever find you here. No one will save you. You're mine now.

(Hush could feel the ice creeping further up his body, numbing his limbs, but he refused to give in. He was a master of escape, and he wasn't about to let her break him. Arlecchino seemed to sense his defiance, her smile fading slightly as her eyes narrowed.)

Arlecchino: Still resisting? I admire that about you. But don't worry... (leans closer) I'll break you in time. It'll be fun.

(With a wave of her hand, the ice encasing Hush shattered, leaving him gasping for air as he stumbled back. But before he could regain his balance, Arlecchino was upon him again, pushing him against the cold stone wall with frightening force. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her body pressed against his in a way that made escape impossible.)

Arlecchino: You've been alone for so long. I'll take care of you now. I'll give you everything you need. All you have to do is surrender.

(Hush's mind raced, searching for a way out, but his body betrayed him. The warmth of her breath on his skin, the way her voice caressed his senses—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He hated how his body reacted, how it wanted to give in despite everything.)

Hush: (hisses) I don't need you.

Arlecchino: You will.

(Before he could respond, she kissed him. It was fierce, possessive, a kiss that left no room for doubt. It wasn't an act of affection—it was a claim, a mark of ownership. And despite himself, Hush felt something stir within him, a small part of him that wanted to give in, to let her have what she wanted. When she finally pulled away, her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.)

Arlecchino: See? You can't resist me forever. No one can.

(Hush's chest heaved with the effort of keeping himself together, but her words echoed in his mind, poisoning his resolve. He had always prided himself on his strength, on his ability to remain detached, but Arlecchino was tearing down those walls brick by brick, leaving him vulnerable in a way he had never felt before.)

Arlecchino: (whispers) You'll come to love me. And when you do, you'll realize that you were always meant to be mine.

(Hush wanted to deny it, to shout at her that she was wrong, that he would never love her. But as he looked into her eyes—those dark, dangerous eyes—he felt a terrifying truth settle over him.)

(Maybe she was right.)

(Arlecchino's obsession had begun long before Hush ever knew her name. Now, caught in her web, he was left with a single terrifying question: how long could he resist before he was completely hers?)