║亗𝕄𝕪 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖亗║【Rewriting】[Yandere Genshin x Reader]

One way to Learn

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Luke and Aether were talking to Paimon, who flew over them to talk about [y/n]'s strange behavior.

Suddenly, Luke felt shivers run down his spine. He look at the direction of the Golden House.

The sky seem to get more and more darker. A storm was coming.

When he turn to walk over the Golden house, Aether grabbed his arm and harshly turn Luke to face him.

"Hey! We haven't finish talking yet! [Y/n] is mine-"
Before the blond could even finish, Luke had slap Aether hard enough to make his head fully turn to the side.

Paimon yelp, hiding behind Baizhu who was watching with widen eyes.

"What th-"
Again, another slap on Aether's face, this time, blood run down the blonds face when Luke had taken the blond by his scarf, bringing him closer.

"Now you listen here. [Y/n] doesn't belong to anyone. She is not a object to be push, play or toy around. Just because you two had intimacy, it doesn't mean she belongs to you."
Luke had let go from the Blond, letting Aether fall on his butt before he turn away and start to go where [y/n] went.

Paimon went closer to Aether, looking at his now, chubby and red cheeks while he was wiping his nose.

"Aether, are you okay?"
Paimon ask, rubbing his shoulders before he gave Luke a sinister look.

"Some heads are gonna roll on the ground."
He spoke, slowly standing up before running after Luke.

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Hitting and avoiding hits was more easy in the game. [Y/n]'s body was sore and bruise.

Even if her body was screaming to her to stop, she didn't listen. Spell after spell, she used it.

Tartaglia's blades and arrows were fast, but after a few minutes, she noticed he followed a sequence of hits.

Blade, blade, arrow.

They were both starting to get at the limit of their bodies.

Disoriented, [y/n]'s body began to slow down more and more. 
However, not only her, but Tartaglia's movements also began to become slower and more weak. 

As the Harbinger tried to aim at her, [y/n] ran towards her opponent in enough time to kick his bow away, while pinning him to the ground, pointing sharp shards of Geo Power at Tartaglia's face.

"Stop this Tartaglia, You won't beat me."
[Y/n] spoke, her foot was on top of Tartaglia's chest, as the shards dance closely to Tartaglia's face.

He looked at her, his mark covering the grin [y/n] couldn't see. Suddenly, she felt a high pain on her thigh, making the girl scream in pain and fall back.

She look at the blade Tartaglia had used to perforate her thighs, [y/n] held her leg, looking up, seeing Tartaglia turn to his final form.

"As much as I would like to play more, [y/n], you really shouldn't think you've won by just pinning your enemy to the group."
This were his last words before the whole place start to shake.

The large blade on her thigh quickly left her body, leaving a large wound behind.

Before [y/n] could even fall on the ground, she was quickly grabbed by her neck.

Now, facing the final form of Tartaglia. Try to summon her book while trying to breath, only to him strike down her book with the spear.

His other hand went over her face, just before tightly gripping on her left horn.

Widening her eyes in fear, [y/n]'s start to scream, kick and punch his hands, the pressure on her horn was starting to make her head dizzy.

"Stop it! Let me go!"
[Y/n] yelled in deaf ears, gritting her teeth, [y/n] closed her eyes, not being able to do anything.

SNAP!

[Y/n]'s body went limp. Tartaglia held her broken horn in hand, grinning like a mad man.

[Y/n] couldn't focus on anything, she felt something warm run down her face, but her mind was in another place.

Words couldn't leave her lips, she was simply frozen.

Before she could even notice, a large white and blue spear had gone thru Tartaglia's chest, and she was in Luke's arms.

He gently held her face, making the poor girl look up, seeing his worried face turn from surprise, to sadness and finally rage.

She saw him snap his fingers and her body slowly lay on something comfortable. It was like a really soft bed.

Looking up at the ceiling. She saw Aether and paimon looking down. Trying to reach for them, [y/n] noticed that her hands were completely dark, her veins had a [f/c] color on it.

I guess she wasn't fit to fight Tartaglia, but she manage to bring him to his final form and stay alive, even if was by the help of someone.

A small smile appear on her face, finally letting her heavy eyelids close.

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[Author: I really can't think about anything to do for the story... I'll go to sleep.

Author's brain: *at 4 in the morning* I had a fucking idea!]