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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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may i (shamefully) request some nsfw noncon w yandere! sova if that's alright? ur writing is crazy good

( tw- very non con, very rapey, nsfw) ( choking ) ( ur lucky I’ve been thinking about this already for a while now thank you for requesting lol ) ( this is fucking long ) ( Sova is…. Delusional Yandere, but not that violent imo, at least not on purpose. ) ( wanted to practice more dialogue in this )

Sova was always looming over you, smile gentle and kind, but eyes unsettling in a subtle sort of way.

Maybe it was the way his gaze would stalk you as soon as you entered the room. Or the way that they would narrow as soon as another male were to even speak to you.

It could be the way he looked at you with such longing and hunger, or maybe it was just the bright blue eye that made it so creepy.

Either way, you tried to avoid running into Sova on base, even though he’d had done nothing wrong besides look at you intently as if you were one of his targets.

One day you’re cleaning up your room, trying you best to liven up the grey walls that all the agents were given.

You had been trying to string up some fairy lights at the top of the walls, face furrowed in concentration, feet straining from the tippy toes they were precariously balanced on.

Suddeny you feel a very study set of hands grip at your waist, and before you can react you’re hoisted up into the air like you are nothing.

You yelp and squirm for a moment before turning your head back and seeing Sova looking at you with an amused smile. You relax only a bit; he may not be a stranger but he was still someone you didn’t trust.

“Wh-what are you doing in my room?” You asked, tone a bit demanding.

He didn’t take any offence to your hostility, only adjusting his grip on your waist and holding you up even higher, “I heard sounds of you struggling when I was passing by,” His accent is warm and concerned, “I just wanted to help out.”

You press your lips together unhappily, before turning towards the wall to find that you are indeed, closer to the ceiling, and able to hang the lights up with ease. You work quickly, and Sova is quiet behind you, his hold on you never flattering even for a moment.

When you finish, you wriggle in his grasp, “I’m finished. You can let go now.”

The man gives a nervous laugh at your coldness, but puts you down, although rather hesitantly. When he lets go you can still feel the warmth of his hands on your sides, Sova’s touch still lingering on your skin.

“Alright, thank you. I can do the rest on my own.” You say quickly, taking a peek at your door which was unfortunately closed.

He’s looking at you again in that strange way that he does, eyes filled with a certain wildness that betrays the pleasant smile that everyone on base seems to trust except you.

“Why so eager to get rid of me?” He inquires, taking a step forward that should be non-threatening but just makes your heart jump, “Have I done something to upset you?”

Just his mere presence makes your room feel tiny, makes it feel like he’s taking up every corner with just the strength of a seasoned warrior.

You shake your head, and mirror him, taking a meek step backwards, “No! You haven’t done anything wrong, I just don’t know you all that well…”

He closes the distance between you too far too soon, “We can change that…darling.” He murmurs.

You narrow your eyes. You knew he was a creep! Knowing you weren’t just imagining the whole thing brings at least some peace to your mind. You raise your arms to push him away from you, planning to march straight to Sage’s office and file a complaint, but Sova suddenly has both your wrists pinned to the wall, movements faster then you could comprehend. Your back hits the cold metal of the wall hard, and you don’t have the reaction time to fight back.

He looks at you, smile all but gone, “You need not be so aggravated. I’m not going to do you any harm. In fact, I would tear apart anyone who even dare lay a finger on someone as beautiful and sweet as you.”

You’re stunned into silence by his confession. Then you glare at him, “I can take care of myself. Don’t touch me.”

He makes a displeased sound, and you swear his eye shines a brilliant blue before he’s swooping down to kiss you.

Your hands struggle against his iron grip to no avail, face moving frantically side to side to avoid him.

“S-stop!” You manage to gasp out, but he only lets out a low growl that has you freezing up in place.

When you stop moving he pushes in again, lips soft and gentle against yours, but there’s an air of desperation to it. Like a man starving he doesn’t stop, and you feel your eyes well up from the unwanted contact.

Finally he pulls away, gasping for air. You can feel his hot breath on his face, the soft tingling of the kiss still on your lips.

“You taste even better then I expected,” He managed to breathe, eyes now full of wonder.

His words make you cringe, “Fuck off. I hate you,” You spit out.

“Now now,” He coos as if you’re simply an angry kitten, “You don’t really mean that.”

You feel like if you say more it wouldn’t matter anyways, he was clearly delusional; this was way beyond an extremely persistent crush.

Your wrists are sore, “Okay fine. Just let me go and we can talk about this, Sova.”

He lights up, as if your slight compliance is a sign that you’re finally coming around.

“Alright, let’s talk. Please just listen to me,” He says slowly, and you nod.

When he releases you, the first thing you do is rub at your sore wrists, staring at the ring of red that circles it. How easily was he able to wrap his hand around you? You glance at his hands, and then your own.

Sova still stares at you, hair slightly disheveled and chest rising and falling in a strange manner. Like he was in a trance just by being near you.

It was creepy.

You just want to dash around him, into the hall, and get to the others, where you know you’ll be safe.

But a lot of the agents have already gone on a mission, and the few that remained may not even be in any of the public living spaces of the base either; they could be in their rooms, which meant you’d have to knock on every door just to find someone who could talk some sense into Sova.

You were scared. This room was too small. This man was too strong. You were alone.

“I’ve always admired you,” Sova starts dreamily, oblivious to the turmoil in your head, “You’ve gotten the prettiest eyes, the most delicate of hands, and a voice that very well be compared to that of a siren.”

On the outside you nod politely, but in your mind you are cringing again, trying not to let your uncomfortableness show.

He mistakes your silence as flustered speechlessness, “There’s even more to love about you; from the way you hum to yourself when you walk around base, to the soft noises I hear when you’re fast asleep.”

You freeze, “Wait, you listen to me when I’m asleep?”

Sova doesn’t even look guilty, instead he has the nerve to give you an amused smile, “You do need to learn to lock your door properly every night, don’t you?”

That pit in your stomach just gets heavier and heavier with every word that comes out of his mouth.

“What the fuck—get away from me!” You can’t help from yelling out, trying to walk around him quickly.

Then you’re weightless, hands grabbing onto your waist not unlike before, but this time you are lifted high into the air, before being brought down onto the plush blankets of your bed, your landing sending your hair about and disheveling your clothes. You bounce against the mattress and scramble to get up.

But Sova is quick to climb on top of you, pinning you down with his weight alone, “I said listen to me,”

He doesn’t sound angry, only frustrated, the crease of his brow turning inwards, eyes stern and piercing.

Two thick forearms surround your head, and you can feel the overwhelming warmth radiating from his body.

You know it’s futile to fight him, “Sova…”

“I need to show you,” He says suddenly, abruptly, “I need to show you how much I love you. Then you’ll understand, won’t you, love?”

You feel even more helpless, especially when he presses his face near yours, till you’re nearly touching noses.

“N-no! Get off of me!” You weakly push at his chest, but he doesn’t move an inch.

One of his hands goes down to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, and you start thrashing in desperation.

Sova’s patient expression suddenly breaks, “Stop moving. Please dear.”

He looks strangely sad, but doesn’t make any move to pull away.

Even with your struggling he manages to peel your top off of you, eyes immediately trailing downwards and taking you in with a shaky breath.

“Wow,” he says over the sounds of your wriggling and moving, “You are even more breathtaking like this. So soft…”

His fingers brush over the swell of your chest and you grimace, trying to shake the tears out of your eyes.

“Sova please,” You plead with him again, “We can talk about this I—”

“I already tried to talk to you about it,” He interjects, eyes still staring at the now empty expanse of your skin, “You didn’t want to listen, so we have to do this the hard way.”

But he doesn’t sound all too sad about it; in fact, his face is basically glowing, a small smile growing on his face the more he touches and fondles with you.

Tired of struggling, you all but grow still, feeling detached from yourself as you watch Sova bring his hand lower, hovering over the waistband of your shorts.

You almost want to laugh when he looks back at you with a questioning look, “May I?”

There’s a pause.

“Does it even matter what I say?” You manage to scoff weakly.

He ponders your response for a moment, “I suppose not,”.

You try not to tremble as he carefully pulls your shorts down, listening to the sharp inhale he makes. He tosses the clothing somewhere behind him.

He full-on groans; voice deep and guttural, and you shake in his arms.

“Look at how perfect you are,” he murmurs softly, “I’ve dreamt of this for so long.”

Worn and calloused hands drift over your body, touching and stroking at your thighs and waist.

It felt so intimate. And in a way, that was worse then if he’d just thrown you down and started fucking you.

Sova shifts on top of you, and you can feel the hard bulge that nudges up against your leg.

But he seems content to simply run his hands over you, touching and prodding like it’s his first time.

Lower and lower his hands go, until one of his fingers hooks around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow.

“Please don’t do this,” You beg quietly, one last time.

He doesn’t stop his tender movements, “I’ll make it feel good. I promise.”

Then he’s pressing a thick finger between your legs, the sudden sensation making you yelp.

Sova starts pushing it inside of you, “God, you sound so good. Look at this cunt; so needy and tight just for me.”

You shaking your head side-to-side, eyes watering from the intrusion.

“F-fuck you,” You manage to say, and Sova’s pleased smile turns into a disappointed frown.

You watch in spite as one of his hands goes up and rests on your throat, not squeezing, but the heavy weight of it is enough to make you fall silent.

“For now, the only sounds I want to be hearing are your moans and cries. No more lying to me, alright?”

When you don’t respond that hand tightens dangerously around your neck, “Alright?”

You start nodding your head as best as you can while in his grasp, already scrambling for air. The hand loosens, but remains resting on your throat.

He nuzzles your face lightly, kissing your cheeks softly, “Good… that’s my girl.”

The finger pressing at your entrance starts pumping in and out of you, and it feels thick enough that you’re terrified of what it’ll feel like when it’s replaced by his cock.

Meanwhile Sova looks like he’s in bliss, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded, and the gentle hold on your neck possessive and heavy.

He starts to become rougher, and the next time he plunges inside of you it’s with two fingers rather then one.

“Y-you can take this? Yes?” He says almost desperately.

You shake your head but he just tightens his grip again until you start nodding, fuzzy black edges entering the sides of your vision. Only when he sees you agree does he loosen up again.

His fingers are jackhammering out of you, lewd sounds filling the room, his flushed face so eagerly focused on yours.

Finally he stops, but not before tasting at one of his fingers, “God… you taste so good. I cannot wait any longer, I’m sorry.”

But he doesn’t sound sorry. You refuse to look as you hear the telltale sound of a zipper, and the soft rustling of clothes. How he manages to pull out his cock with one hand you don’t know, but you’re too focused on the hand still wrapped around your neck to think about the logistics of it.

Plus, you don’t have to look to know that he was big.

He rubs his heavy cock against your thighs, smearing precum against your skin, and you hear him inhale sharply.

“I’m going to make love to you now, okay?” He tries to sound gentle but you can sense the anticipation in his tone, “If it hurts you tell me okay? We’ll take a break.”

You don’t even try arguing with him. Even though he isn’t squeezing down his hand makes it hard to think straight, makes it hard to get proper oxygen. You feel dizzy and light-headed, and everything he is saying contrasts what he’s doing so much.

Sova pushes in slowly, letting out a long, satisfied groan.

You keep waiting for him to stop thrusting in. You wait for his balls to line up against your hips, for him to finally bottom out.

But it’s not until he’s nudging up against your cervix that he slows down, the hand around your neck trembling with what you could assume was restraint; his hips were twitching, and he looked like he wanted nothing more then to fuck you into the mattress and chase the pleasure.

“C-can I move now? Does this feel good?” His voice is shaking.

Your voice sounds weak and small even to yourself, “No… stop…”

It’s clearly not what he wants to hear, because his expression turns pained, the hand around your neck tightening until you’re pulling at his arm helplessly.

“Quiet now,” He shushes you over your whimpers, “It’ll feel good, darling, just wait.”

When he moves you feel a jolt of pain, every thrust making you feel so full and so small.

He starts fucking into your heat earnestly, moans and groans filling the room, his hips slamming into your in an almost inhuman pace. His blue eyes glowing brighter then ever, and his hand is slowly crushing your air pipe.

He doesn’t even seem to realize how much he’d been gripping your neck until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, and the only thing you can feel and hear is his constant thrusting, the dull ache you feel when he hits your cervix, and the harsh moans he makes with every stroke.

“Oh!” He suddenly lets go of your throat, surprised, “I’m sorry, love, I-I didn’t mean to hold down so hard.”

He looks genuinely apologetic, despite the fact that he’s still 10 inches inside of you, using your body for his own pleasure.

“It’ll be alright,” He says soothingly, brushing a hand against the bruise you can feel forming on your skin.

You keep quiet.

“But I have to admit,” He can’t stop the arousal that seeps into his voice, “You do look so pretty all marked up like this.”

You cry out when he shoves his dick particularly hard, and you can hear the hoarseness of your voice.

You watch Sova’s face contort into pleasure, “And you feel so good. Like your body was made to take me; I just know it, you and I are fated to be together forever, nothing will change that, my love, you are mine and I am yours and I promise I will make you happy and content and—hng!” He frantically spews sweet nothings, speed increasing, sweat slicked hair sticking to his forehead, and his cock starting to twitch inside of you.

You really don’t want him to cum inside, but before you can even try protesting, you feel his warm cum fill your insides, his hands going down to grip at your waist so hard your bones felt like they were creaking under the pressure. He dug into you, pressing as deep as he could, panting and groaning above you.

“Please take my cum, darling. I want to fill you up so bad. Please please please…”

It felt like it would never end, spurt after spurt, until the skin between your thighs was also sticky from the semen that managed to leak out of you.

After a moment, Sova pulls out slowly, and you cry out in pain, soreness already spreading throughout your body.

This man is quick to comfort you, holding you close in his arms, pulling you up so you can openly sob into his chest.

“It’s alright now,” He says quietly, deep voice sending a rumble through his body, “I’m here. I love you so much. Now you see. I love you so much I feel as if my life has no meaning without you in my sights. You are the air that I need to breath; without you I’d rather end my own existence then spend a day not by your side.”

He pulls you away so he can look you in the eyes seriously, “You understand right? Some part of me knows that this is wrong but how can true love ever be wrong? I have nothing but my love for you. And I know you’ll love me too. Because if not…”

You feel a hand start playing absently with the hair on the nape of your neck, “Well, let’s just hope that it doesn’t happen, yes?”

Your mouth stays closed.

Sova smiles at you, beaming, “I knew you’d understand. Now let me take care of you, darling.”

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cinnamonest · 2 years

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I’ve actually gotten a lot of requests over time similar to this so I’m finally getting around to it!

Boys’ “Type” of darling:

I kinda went with the general "type" of darling they're most likely to aim for. Some of these I did more of a personality type, some more of a role the darling might play in their lives, or both. I've discussed a couple of these concepts before as well but this serves as some elaboration for the things I've talked about before.

Keep in mind that, much like body types, it's not exclusive and yanderes often find themselves weirdly falling in love with someone they normally would not see as their type because, well, that's how unhealthy obsessions work, but this is more like the types of people they're likely to intentionally target. But basically what I'm saying is even if you're the opposite, don't worry, you're still not safe --I mean, you're not excluded from their love <3

WARNINGS: NSFW, dark content -- the boys are made to be Bad People™, noncon/dubcon (especially rapey for Childe/Scara sections), age gap mentions for Razor, Xingqiu and Venti (or rather, darling believes there's an age gap for Venti even if it's actually the reverse lol), maternal complexes, Kaeya's and Albedo's are particularly dark regarding taking advantage of vulnerable people (includes abusing medical conditions and workplace sexual harassment)

Also note this is also mostly fem reader and explicitly mentions this.

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Kazuha: Childhood friend

Ok hear me out: Kazuha is an ideal candidate for "long-lost childhood friend" trope.

Kazuha often tends to find himself returning to his past. Not only his departed friend and his life throughout Inazuma, but that itself leads him to think about other lost bonds, warmth of companionship that slowly dimmed and died out with time. He remembers you. Your clans were friendly with one another, perhaps. You were a friend he had in childhood, a warm memory of a better time, and when he closes his eyes, he can still just barely remember your face. But that memory grows more and more blurry with each day. He often recalls some sort of specific memory that he plays over and over in his head, a time you brought him happiness and comfort. Once when he hurt himself playing, fell out of a tree or something and cried and cried, and you just held him tight and helped distract him from the pain. Or once when he lost something important, someone bullied him, something happened in his life that made him sad and he went off to be on his own to sulk, and you came looking for him. Found him and held onto him again and made him feel like everything would be okay.

He cherishes the memories of you. It's become something of a lifeline, a default coping mechanism he shifts to whenever he's scared or in pain or the bite of loneliness sinks deep. Like a broken record, over and over, he plays the memories in his head, one of the only sources of comfort he's ever really had, and yet you were robbed from him and left him all alone. Maybe your family moved somewhere else, maybe you simply drifted apart and you didn't want anything to do with him anymore. But he never forgot the good memories. Perhaps even that classic trope where you promised you'd get married one day as kids. Sure, he's not the type to be delusional enough to think those childhood promises mean much, but he thinks the thought that it could be possible is sweet.

He isn't sure what makes it click in his head to seek you out again. One day when the height of his negative emotions hits a point it's nearly unbearable, a single thought comes to his mind -- you're still out there somewhere. Hopefully, unless something horrible happened. But most likely, you're still alive, out there and you surely remember him too. It's surprisingly easy to find a person, you ask around, find people you mutually knew, and soon enough he's at your doorstep.

And you... squint. Oh, yeah... that guy. You kinda awkwardly laugh, hey, uh... and your mind draws a blank, you realize it's been so long you kinda forgot... It's okay, he reminds you what his name is. You seem confused, and a bit annoyed that he even shows up. What does he want, you ask?

And he's lucid enough that he prepared himself for that possibility. Of course, he was hoping you might be happy to see him, maybe even overjoyed like he is to see you. But that's okay. Life goes on, he gets that. Still, he'll have hopes to rekindle that, he believes he can if he tries hard enough.

Bonus points if darling has changed -- you used to be so sweet to him, kind and loving and encouraging... what happened? Now you seem cold, distant, irritated at him for being there. He tries to reason that maybe something bad happened in your life, maybe you distrust him since he showed up out of the blue. Again, that's okay, he understands. With enough time, he can fix the relationship... or maybe the problem isn't the circumstances, it's you. But, again, that's all okay. If necessary, he'll fix you, too.

Razor: patient, transparent/genuine, non-judgemental, teacher-figure

Razor is one of the least discriminate. Honestly, if you happen to be the first time he meets an adult human female, that might be enough to convince him to snatch you away, but if it's an extended thing, where he gradually meets a person and interacts with them, he's likely to attach to someone who is patient, and importantly, with whom he doesn't feel looked down upon.

He's... not the brightest bulb in the box of course, but he's not so dumb that he doesn't have any realization of how he's perceived. In his interactions with humans, he has picked up on the fact that he is treated as something of an "other," that he's someone that people see as not "one of them" -- he's aware that people sometimes snicker at his speech patterns, that people think he's unintelligent and treat him as if he was, that people look down on him to some degree. And that hurts a bit, even if he doesn't really need human approval. It still makes him feel inadequate and embarrassed when someone has to repeat something five times for him to understand, when people smirk and smile when they know he doesn't understand, when people huff in frustration because he doesn't understand what they're trying to tell him, especially because he tries so hard to get better. Baby actually has some self-esteem issues. He doesn't feel like he really fits in -- he knows he's not really a wolf, so he can't feel like he 100% belongs with them, but he can't feel accepted by humans either -- he often feels like there's no place in the world he really belongs, no one who really accepts him.

So, if you show any degree of comfort in that regard, he becomes attached fast. He has an unease with humans, but that one is a good one, he thinks. You don't laugh at the way he talks, you don't get mad if he messes up, and when he forgets how to do something or a word or the like you just smile and say "it's ok." You don't snicker and smirk, and when you laugh, he can tell it's not in a way that's making fun of him. That makes him feel warm inside. And what really makes him fall for you is a darling that doesn't feel the need to change him. You smile and say it's ok, I like you the way you are. That hits him hard because no one has ever said that to him before. The humans are always trying to get him to fit in better, but now there's a human who says it's ok for him to just be how he is? He doesn't understand it, but it makes him feel... happy. And with you, you're very transparent and easy to understand, there's no nuances or subtle things to pick up on, he doesn't feel worried that there's something he's not understanding or a hidden meaning to something.

He'd also connect very well to a teacher-figure, one that helps him and demonstrates patience (you'll need a LOT of it). Your praise and help makes him feel like he's doing good, making progress, it makes him feel happy and even a bit proud, although he can't really articulate the feeling it gives him, he just says it's good. You're good, everything about you is good, the way he feels because of you is good. It's the only way he knows how to describe it. He's very unaware of the feelings and what they mean, so he acts on impulse more than most, just doing whatever he feels like without thinking of how it's perceived, which leads to him being very annoyingly clingy without realizing how annoying it is. But again, if you're a patient teacherly figure, you'll understand that. He's already learned that a lot of people get too busy and don't want to be around him, or even just find dealing with him frustrating... but you don't. Or rather, even if you do, you don't voice it, you don't make it obvious, and that's all the same to him.

It would also help if darling is also "different" in some negative way -- there's something that makes you different from others, particularly in a way that's looked down upon by most people. It gives him a sense of connection. You're more like him! It's a very simple sort of interpersonal relation that he can understand, similarity. It just makes him that much more likely to zero in on you and do whatever the impulses tell him to do from there.

Diluc: nurturing/doting, sweet, forgiving

Mommy?

But in all seriousness (and as many jokes as I've made about this for this poor man), he seriously does really like that... maternal, wifey sort of nature. He's something of a stoic, quiet type of man. He likes having something... Soft. Sweet. Loving. To such an extent that it feels kinda maternal. It's comforting. He doesn't have a lot of comfort in his life, and his work is never done, his job is exhausting and stressful. Feeling like he can come back home everyday and have something soft and warm that he can just kinda wrap his arms around and bury his face into (preferably right at the chest) is soothing, comforting. Much more so if you return the embraces and say nice things, comfort him and dote on him. He's very, very, very desperate for some comfort in his life, someone to channel all his frustration into, and do things for him that make him feel special, you know? So, you know, like a mommy, wife, therapist, and stress-reducing squeezable fucktoy all in one.

The more... motherly? Wifey? You get the idea, but yes the more so the better. Any notions or gestures that are loving and comforting are appreciated. It's likely how the obsession starts, when you're just a maid or a frequent customer or whatever -- you see the dark circles under his eyes, he looks so tired you ask him are you ok? You should take some time off, you poor thing... And you have concern in your eyes, you reach up and pat his head, and it feels... foreign. You're concerned for him? Doting on him? You don't expect him to keep going, to be the strong and tireless person that everyone else expects him to be? It's so unfamiliar. But... it's so good. And then soon after, you do something for him. Something thoughtful. You show up one day with something in tow that you brought for him, be it food or something similar you made or something you bought that you thought might help him with his work. I thought of you, hope you like it... It makes him feel the same weird feeling. But he likes it. He can't stop thinking about it.

So he starts trying to get more of it, but he's very careful (at first) to try to not make it obvious. Unfortunately for him, even if he doesn't realize it, it is very, very obvious. He just stands there. Menacingly. He's not trying to be intimidating, but he just has a natural angry resting face and so when he just stands there and looks at you, you worry he's mad and start apologizing, which just confuses him further. He doesn't want apologies, he just wants you to be all sweet to him again, why is it not working?? So confusing. Ultimately, he ends up basically getting more and more obvious out of desperation, until you give him the affection he's craving.

However, it's worth noting Diluc is one of the most likely yanderes to project the "you" in his head onto the "you" in reality -- even when those two things don't quite line up. In other words, if darling isn't the sweet, doting figure he wants... with time, you will be. He's a little bit on the delusional side in that regard, convinces himself even with a tough, mean, defiant darling that there's a sweet, obedient side of you deep, deep down, and he just has to bring it out somehow. While this might not be too bad with a mild, pushover, worshipping type of yandere, this does not combine well with his low patience and tendency for angry outbursts. What do you mean he can't change your entire demeanor overnight? Hmph. Maybe a more... physical approach to behavioral correction will work faster than just trying to be nice to you until you change.

However, the maternal thing is probably the worst part of what he wants. What's one of the most commonly associated traits for that...? Unconditional love.

It makes him feel reassured if you don't fight it. If you're good and just accept everything he has to give, everything he does. You'll be happy with him no matter what... right? If he gets mad and maybe does some bad things because of it... that's ok, right? You'll still love him, right? And you're not going to complain, you're going to take it and forgive him for everything... aren't you? It would be so nice if you did.

Actually... don't *forgive* him. Just don't be upset over what he does in the first place. Forgiveness is nice, but what would make him really happy, make him feel like you really love him is if you said, "it's ok" or "I'm not mad." Even if you're covered in bruises, even if you're burned. If you don't view the angry outbursts as a bad thing in the first place, he thinks it would be nice if you just let those things slide and shrug them off. If your love was unconditional, like his is for you. Maybe you can be understanding -- he was mad, you can understand that can't you? Besides, you did something wrong to earn it. Maybe you shouldn't be mad at all. And for that matter, you know what else is comforting? A lack of defiance. He has so much stress already... it would be nice if you didn't create more, if you didn't contribute to it. If you do what he says and do it with a smile and reassure him that you don't mind at all. Be it a task you're assigned, or just opening your legs when he wants.

Because, he wants you to be happy. Not in the sense of, "will work towards your happiness and do things to make you happy," but rather, "wants you to be happy with giving him his way." He wants you to be smile and enjoy your life. You don't mind it at all -- being trapped here, being forced to behave in a hyper-specific way, being treated like an object that exists to fill his wants and needs... you like all of that.

Childe: confident, defiant, spirited, enemy

Childe likes someone who... doesn't like him, bothers him, and especially is an enemy to him.

Sounds odd at first, so to elaborate -- the kind of person that would ultimately catch his attention and cause him to focus in on them is someone who he feels defies him. He sees some poor little weak thing struggling to carry some things and offers to help in that sweet, but condescending way of his... but you huffed and said "no." He tries to really put on the charm and be sweet because that usually gets the information he needs, but... it's like you're immune. You shut down any advances he makes. Charm has no effect on you. And bonus points if you call him out on it - you think you can get me to do what you want just because you're a pretty boy? It's so unexpected it leaves him speechless. And later, he ends up seething over that, the fact that you managed to reduce him to being outwardly shocked is enough for him to consider it a slight against him. Yet... that insult was... back-handed. Pretty? The fact that you said that -- that means something, doesn't it? You felt something. There is some form of chemistry, even if you pushed away any attraction you might have had for his physicality alone. The fact that you, at the very least, thought he was physically attractive... that thought lingers in the back of his head.

It drives him up the wall. It makes him mad. He can't stop thinking about that one encounter. It bothers him so much and he swears he'll get back at you the next time he encounters you... which ends up actually happening. And you're the same way -- outright rude to him, condescending even, you glare and defy him and aren't afraid of him. What really bothers/attracts him is if the attitude has nothing to back it up. This works well enough if you're a strong, fighting type, since he's still stronger, but it's even more amplified if you're weak and unfit, and even more so if you're smaller than he is. He could literally rip you apart, you know that? He could throw you around like ragdoll and you couldn't do anything about it. He obsesses over the idea of strength and thinks about how you're so, so naive to the kind of fire you're playing with.

And he likes that. And he hates that. He becomes obsessed with that. It draws him in and ignites the same sort of rush feeling he gets from fighting -- part of him just wants to reach out and grab you, pull you back and... do something to you. But try as he might, when he follows that line of thought, the revenge fantasies all end up going in the same... unwholesome direction. It becomes more obsessive with time, the more encounters you have. He likes to picture it in his head -- what you'd sound like. Probably squealing and begging and crying. What kind of face would you make? Little tears running down your face, lip trembling and body shivering. Oh, how he wants to take that prideful, uptight little attitude and rip it right off of you, wipe that bitchy glare off your face and see what you're like underneath that. It's an intoxicating fantasy, makes his mind go numb.

And it's amplified a hundred times, made so, so much worse if it turns out you're a legitimate enemy of some kind, be it some force directly opposing his own, or just an obstacle in the way that refuses to bend to the will of his organization and give in, someone defiant. The fantasies become stronger -- more violent, more brutal, it becomes something he thinks of just by association, to where he can't interact with you without the mental images in his head.

But don't get him wrong... he likes you. Really. Loves you. Wants to spend every waking moment around you, because that push and pull and the conflict of affection and hate, lust and violence, it all amalgamates to his own twisted form of love.

Because for him, the height of joy with any toy is breaking it. He likes that fire inside you. And he wants to be the one to break you down. Claim you and own you and show you your place and just break you.... but the thing about that is, part of that is making you love him. He wouldn't just hurt you and humiliate you and leave you defeated, no, see, that's actually not good enough. The ultimate, final stage of breaking you would be to make you love him. It wouldn't be as fun if you started off as a submissive, loving little pet from the get go, it makes him feel more powerful and prideful to know he made you that way, broke you and tamed you. Remember how defiant and mean you used to be? But that's over now, right? Now you learned your place is beneath him, and you're happy about it, you love him.

But not completely. He'll never fully break you, because again, that defiance is just so beautiful. Every now and then it flares back up, a little bit of spark of that fire comes back, and he loves nothing more than putting it out.

Zhongli: needy, lonely/NEET

He actually really, really likes feeling needed, or maybe even borderline adored, worshipped -- for all his seeming humility now, sometimes he misses the feeling of reverence and importance to some degree, perhaps even a sense of authority. Human life is nice and peaceful, but it can get a little dull after a while. He really does like the idea of living a fairly stress-free life, without the enormous responsibilities he had before, while also having some area of life where he can still maintain the feeling of being needed and revered... that's where you come in! Wow, things work out so perfectly... except for the issue that he's actually another one of the most likely to project onto you. In other words, you might very well be a fully confident, capable person, but he doesn't see it that way. No, you're needy. Weak. You would never do well on your own, you have to be taken care of. Any evidence you can present to the contrary is simply discarded.

But of course, it helps if you truly are that way, especially if you have outwardly obvious signs that can be used as evidence to present to you that you are, in fact, needy, such as any kind of impairment or naivete or unawareness, or a spacey, gullible person. He would go to the length of setting you up a bit, have you make a poor decision out of naivete or fall for a trick only to expose it to you or leave you to realize it. A safe one, of course, with no long term consequences, just a demonstration. Standing there like an exasperated parent, to tell you see, this is exactly what he meant. This was just for your own good, to open your eyes a little bit.

The age thing is also a factor of how he sees you. See, once you get to live like, you know, several thousand years, you kinda stop perceiving age the same way humans do. In his eyes, no matter how old you are, you're still so innocent and naive. You could be a hundred years old with a lifetime of fighting experience, and he'd still baby you a bit. This can become infuriating, of course, when you're constantly never taken seriously. And to be honest, he likes having that leverage to some degree, hence he's likely to aim for a human, as opposed to a being on a similar level to himself where the power gap wouldn't be as significant.

But also, this desire for a sort of power gap may also manifest as a bit of a savior complex. He just can't help but see many humans as so amusing... especially the odd ones, like one who isolates themselves from others. It catches his attention -- he sees the same figure from his view very frequently, perhaps someone he sees through the window as he works, going about their routine to get necessities, and then locking themselves away in their home, never leaving. Odd. He sees this one human day after day, and yet they never interact with anyone at all? Why might that be?

It'd strange. But it's also rather sad, too. The poor thing is really missing out. He finds himself thinking about that lonely little human quite a bit, they never seem to ever go out to interact with anyone. Maybe they just... need someone to get them out of their shell a little bit. Or rather, no, they don't need to be forced to interact with the outside world if they don't want to, if they're uncomfortable with it, that's okay. In fact, it's for the better -- the world can be such a cruel, difficult place, no wonder you want to stay inside, you probably can't handle doing otherwise. But he can't just leave you all alone, now can he?

Yes, what you really need is to have someone who can be there for you so you don't get lonely, someone to ensure you're okay and help you if you need anything, while also protecting you from the dangers of the outside, allowing you to live the secluded life you desire to the fullest, give you everything you want all while in the safety and seclusion of a nice, custom-tailored, unescapable environment for you to thrive and flourish and be so, so grateful.

Chongyun: kuudere

He does really like feeling helpful. You were just someone who was just going about your life, but perhaps your house was haunted, or you encountered a demon and desperately sought out the nearest exorcist. Or, you may have very well been attacked by a demonic force on the road, just going about your day, and he happened to show up at the right time. He finds that this job makes him feel a little different than his previous ones... he likes your thanks. Something about the feeling of you thanking him, the feeling like he protected you or saved you makes him feel really proud, a swelling feeling in his chest. Maybe it's because you're just pretty... not that he would ever, ever base his helpfulness on the person's appearances, of course, but after the threat is gone, he just can't help but notice that just looking at you makes him feel... weird.

Or perhaps it was a situation not involving demons or malevolent spirits at all, rather, you were an innocent worker somewhere getting yelled at by some big, mean guy. You can't convince me this boy isn't a little white knight. You KNOW he would walk right up to some mean dude, summon his courage and step in between you two, telling him to back off, that he's scaring you and he shouldn't be yelling at a nice girl like that! Surely whatever you did can be paid for, if perhaps you dropped or broke something belonging to the guy, or if you were a worker that messed something up. He'll pay it off, he says, but he manages to keep a cool head as he tells the guy to back off. Eventually he gets the guy to back off and turns back towards you, all worried and asking if you're okay.

And thus, we get to personality types. Perhaps a soft fragile thing, sniffly with tears, nodding your head and thanking him. But... to be honest, he's likely to fall for a kuudere type -- quiet, not very expressive, fairly calm and not easily bothered. You were fine, you say, but you thank him anyway. Again, it makes him feel really proud, like he's some kind of knight in shining armor figure, even though all he did was scare off some mean dude. He tells you to come to him if you're ever in trouble, says he can deal with lots of things! Especially spirits! But uh... people too, if you need it.

You end up coming to him for something else, taking him up on his offer, or perhaps doing something in return to thank him -- making him food, taking him out and offering to buy something. He insists you don't have to, but he likes spending time with you! So you end up just... walking around the city, talking. He's sweet, even though he's a little dense. And you, normally so calm and perhaps a bit devoid of emotion, even smile a bit, maybe even laugh. Makes him feel so strange inside, a rushing mania, a high he can't come down from, so warm inside, and... oh no.

He has to start limiting himself after that, he barely stops himself from losing it. He wants to be around you all the time, yet you cause so many problems for him, he has to start finding ways to keep his cool, literally, around you. But he replays that over and over in his head. You're a little expressionless most of the time, he's seen you interact with others, straight-faced and monotone, but you smiled and laughed for him, and just him. It makes him feel special. Makes him feel needed. And it's all downhill -- for you -- from there.

Bennett: tsundere/himedere/gyaru personality, friends-to-lovers, adventuring partner

It's a rather amusing dynamic, but I feel like he would be the perfect type of boy that falls in love with a tsundere (mean externally, vulnerable internally), himedere (entitled, narcissistic spoiled princess type), or stereotype gyaru personality (conceited/self-absorbed, materialistic, short-tempered, good at heart). Poor thing is always trying to do his best! It's perhaps actually unhealthy, but because he's so used to people being mad at him or disliking him, a tsundere type feels like something familiar. Someone being outright sweet to him... he wouldn't know how to handle that, he feels so guilty when people are nice to him, so a tsundere/himedere type always being very hot-and-cold with him hooks him immediately. The "cold" -- when you're mad at him, when you blame him for everything, when you tell him you don't like him -- it feels... familiar. It's what he's used to, and in his mind, what he deserves for being such a burden to you. He doesn't even deserve to be around you, thanks you for even spending time with him.

And then, there's the "hot" aspect. He becomes addicted to the cycle of earning approval. The times he does things the right way, those rare moments where you tell him he did good, or you seem happy. The gift he got you didn't get destroyed in transport, you completed a whole commission without any bizarre mishaps or injuries. And you're happy with him. You smile and that alone takes his breath away, makes him feel such a rush of chemicals and hormones that he doesn't know how to handle. He's not at all experienced with love or romance and doesn't even understand how he feels, just like Chongyun.

As to how he meets you, it's definitely through the adventurer's guild. You yourself are pretty new to this whole adventuring thing, you don't have a team or a guild or anything of the sort. Kathryne says she's got a commission for you, you can team up with the other person already assigned to it, but, ah, well... no, nevermind, yeah you should totally sign up. That's how you end up partnered with Bennett, and quickly understand exactly why Benny's Adventure Team has only the one remaining member. You end up stuck in the ruins, he's apologizing over and over and you huff and grumble and eventually snap at him -- but not for the reason he'd expect. It's not blaming him for the situation, no, you're not yelling about how it's all his fault.

Would you stop saying things like that? It's annoying.

You're not mad about being stuck. You shrug -- yeah, whatever. You say you're not stupid --only followed by emphasis, do you think I'm stupid? Huh? He shakes his head with wide, frightened eyes, but can't bring himself to speak a word. But yeah, you continue, you knew ahead of time this was a risk, so you tell him to shut up about it. His apologizing is much more annoying than anything, you say. He's not sure how to handle it. He feels bad for annoying you, but... if you don't like it, he has no choice but to stop apologizing, right?

It's a habit you slowly wean him off of, you get so, so annoyed by his constant self-deprecation and apologies and constantly end up telling him, again, to just shut up. And... you keep coming back. He's most shocked after the first time, but you... want to work with him again? And again? And... again... the poor thing doesn't quite realize why. You see, your... unpleasant personality functions the same way his bad luck does -- it makes you not exactly popular, and really, he's your only option, no one else wants to work with you, so you're basically stuck with him. In his mind, though, you choose to be with him. It makes his heart beat fast and his chest feel tight in a way he doesn't understand.

But still, you're so mean so much of the time... it's okay, he deserves it, he thinks. He'll just have to work harder to win your approval, and make sure no one else can do so other than him, even if that means having to keep other people away from you.

Xiao: deredere/genki

For Xiao, show concern for him, be sweet to him, pay attention to him. That's... that's almost it, actually. The one side note is you have to be persistent, because at first he's going to push you away. Xiao keeps a distance from people. He doesn't particularly like people, people tend to not get close to him and he doesn't mind that. Complex human relationships would just be a hassle, he thinks, and he has nothing to gain from them, so you have to kinda pass through that exterior.

The type that would get to him the most easily is a very very optimistic, deredere sort of darling, even bordering on the "genki girl" trope -- a ray of sunshine, so to speak. It's a dual thing where it actually kinda irritates him, yet he feels drawn to it at the same time. As for the role... a regular person. He's actually very likely to fall in love with a very average, powerless, regular human who does not really stand out in any way. Perhaps a traveler he happens to stumble upon on the road and save from being murdered by bandits or monsters, perhaps a worker at the inn, etc. A big part of this is because you're so weak to him and it triggers a protective instinct. He worries about you, his thoughts drift to you and whether or not you're okay. It quickly becomes obsessive, he starts feeling the need to watch over you 24/7.

Anyone wanting to get close to him is usually initially turned off by his... well, the way he is. Additionally, the few people that express some sort of desire to speak to him are usually humans seeking adeptal blessing, favors, or they simply find a more non-personal and self-serving fascination, viewing any interaction with him like looking at a wild animal behind glass, rather than trying to approach him as a person. As such, he tends to kind of shove people away when they speak to him, either with his brand of quiet and coldness or, if necessary, more aggressive speech.

And at first, he's more baffled than anything as to why you continue to come back. Why you seem to be interested in talking to him, even though he doesn't think of himself as particularly conversational or interesting. In fact, he's likely to initially start off as incredibly confused by his own emotions and may even interpret the weird warm feeling as irritation -- which it partially is -- and be a bit mean. You make him feel oddly embarrassed, you make him stutter and stumble and feel a lot of weird, complex feelings, he doesn't understand any of it and that makes him even a bit more gruff, but in a defense mechanism sort of way. Yet, this still doesn't drive darling away, it's like you don't care about his more rough exterior. Bonding to him takes time and effort. And that confuses him. Why would you put in effort to talk to him, know him? It feels weird and warm in a way he doesn't understand. And you're so, so sweet, so nice... it feels so weird. In all honesty, he's actually pretty emotionally sensitive, and he's particularly sensitive to how you feel about him. He thrives on the nice things you say and do, even if he's very quiet about it. But you're so nice, does that mean you actually like him?

Finally, he is so, so, so easily drawn in and dragged along with manipulation of sexuality -- a trait usually unlikely in such a darling that he likes, but basically what this means is the ultimate sort of darling for him is one that has the aforementioned personality by day, but inwardly has a highly sexual side -- bonus points for teasing and tempting him but pretending you have no idea what you're doing. Any sort of overtly sexual behavior or accentuation has him like a fish to a baited hook -- low necklines, short skirts or shorts, teasing, putting on a sultry voice or expression. Boy is filled to the brim with sexual frustration and hormones. Of course, he's not intentionally obvious about this (still obvious to anyone who can follow his line of sight, but he doesn't realize that), he doesn't really say anything about it. He hasn't had the same development most boys go through where they learn to control sexual urges (at least to some degree) so the slightest patch of bare skin short circuits his brain. He has a reactive sexuality that responds only to certain people who meet certain conditions -- namely, emotional attachment, which darling now meets. So he's very unused to the feelings and urges and has no concept of control over them, which can't end well.

That sweetness, and especially the teasing, will come back to bite you though. See, it's likely that in this case, it's just darling's personality, you're like that in general, which, while he doesn't delude himself into thinking otherwise, it just never crosses his mind until one day he witnesses you... treating other people similarly. Wait, what do you mean you're nice to other people too? You're not just nice to him? He realizes that that only makes sense, but still, it bothers him. That niceness and smile and sweet voice and warmth is something that should be reserved for him. He knows it's selfish, but it still makes him mad. That's when you go from just a figure of obsession to a captive. Which is why you have to be taken away... you really are a ray of sunshine. You make him feel warm inside and make his world bright and happy. He wants it all to himself, a personal little sun that will keep him happy and love him even in the dark dreariness of the isolated little abode where you'll be staying forever.

Scara: brat, easily broken OR genki

Here we get into the difference between more sadistic-leaning yans like Childe, Kaeya, and Scara. As aforementioned, some like Childe truly enjoy the feeling of defiance, they like the fight in you and never want to see it fully die out, whereas some like Kaeya enjoy the feeling of a darling that will give only very occasional defiance, and that can be easily intimidated and have that defiance easily crushed for ego boost purposes.

Scara's a bit in between. The best way of wording it would be to say he wants someone breakable. He does like the power-trip fantasy of taking someone defiant and bratty and breaking them down, but, uh... deep down, he's not as confident in his ability to take down a truly tough and strong-willed person as Childe would be. A darling that is perpetually defiant and truly has a fire and unbreakable spirit might make him a bit insecure about his capabilities. He wants to feel like he succeeded in breaking you, making you submissive and obedient and complacent... but, simply put, he wants it to be, well, easy.

Thankfully, though, a very long life has given him the ability to read people fairly well, and he can recognize the type of person he's looking for. Basically, a brat. Someone who exudes an air of defiance and fiery spirit, but he can tell that beneath the surface... you have nothing to back it up with. Perhaps that even the aloof, demanding attitude is in and of itself a sort of defense mechanism, a projection because deep down you know how weak and defenseless you are, so you act strong-willed when in reality you would be so, so easy to break apart. That's reassuring. It's a guarantee he can get the satisfaction he wants. A defiant little brat that just needs to get your shit wrecked once and will turn into a sobbing, begging little mess, and not to mention that in and of itself is something you can be humiliated for. Wow, that toughness was just an act, huh. You go down so easily, you're so weak. And you'll recover, maybe in a while, but your pride will never fully go back to being the way it was, you'll never be able to look him in the eye with the same amount of defiance ever again. Sure, you may get bratty and defiant and glare and snap at him and whine, but now when he narrows his eyes at you, you shut up and shrink back, rather than glare back the way you did at first. You have some pride, but its foundations are shaky, fall over with just the slightest push, and perhaps your brattiness in and of itself now is just bitterness over the way you've been humiliated over and over. Either way, it's not a genuinely strong spirit, that's what matters.

That being said, he would also be equally drawn, for essentially the same reason, to a very happy, smiling, spirited sweetheart type. Particularly, one that his demeanor doesn't work on. He likes happy, warm people. Or rather, he likes being mean to them, insulting them and watching them crumble, but... you don't. You laugh off the insults as if he's joking, you seem completely unfazed, no matter how cold and arrogant he can be, or, past that, when he reaches a stage where he's just outright malicious every time he sees you. He starts getting desperate like that, tries to just be as rude as possible to you in hopes of finally getting a reaction. But... nothing. You still smile. You laugh and shrug and act sweet to him all the same. It makes him feel powerless over you and he hates it. It almost feels condescending at this point, you're just so unintimidated.

Eventually, you make him snap over something. You giggle at an insult, call him something like funny or cute or, if you have an especially strong death wish, something physical and belittling like ruffle his hair or pat him on the head. That's enough to just send him over the edge. Not right there on the spot, no, he just kinda looks at you with hands all curled into fists and eye twitching, but says nothing, blank-faced.

Similarly to Childe, he just runs some very dark fantasies through his head, grinding his teeth and seething for a while, but ultimately comes to the same conclusion -- the only thing that can satiate the fury is breaking you down, acting on those fantasies and making them more than just images in his head to calm himself down, but a reality. Let's see how long you can keep that smile up. Maybe in the end you'll have some proper respect. At the same time, the desire for power leads to a desire for ownership, to claim you entirely as well, so don't expect to be able to just run away after.

Venti: shy, reclusive, depressive OR "milf" trope

He has two types that he would go for equally.

Firstly, Venti finds a sort of false toughness adorable. Unlike Bennett, rather than the more spoiled, princess-type of tsundere, he likes the quieter type, maybe even described as a bit reclusive -- as far as "dere" tropes go, perhaps utsudere (depressed, avoidant, untrusting) or darudere (apathetic, lazy, uncaring) with a touch of the more classic tsun -- but primarily, you're just a bit avoidant of others. You don't go out much, and when you do, you don't talk to too many people. When you do, though, you avoid forming relationships with people, for some reason. You're even... a bit of a grouch, putting on an act of toughness, like you don't need anyone or anything, but he senses a vulnerability in you.

He likes teasing, and more importantly, he likes making others happy. Nothing makes his day more than when he sees people looking sad or upset and he can make them smile and laugh again through his words or his music, and he finds himself observing you, hoping he can do the same, but the one time he tried to talk to you, you kinda blew him off -- you're sweet, really, but I'm not interested in hearing anything... sorry. And you left just like that. Hmph. Well, he can't have that, he just becomes more determined to make you happy, make you smile. He finds you again and again and becomes something of a pest in your life, but you know he means well. You can't bring yourself to tell him to buzz off, but you don't want to be vulnerable around anyone or form relationships... but he has other plans. He'll make you happy, no matter what. Even if he has to start showing up at your door every day, forcing you to go out in the sun and spend time with him.

It's a bonus if you respond well to teasing, he can pick on you a bit and while you don't get genuinely hurt, you pout and huff and get all embarrassed... he likes embarrassing you, in a good way, bringing out that tsundere side by pointing out little things, as he's very observant -- wow, you look so nice today... aw, did you dress up just cause you knew I would come? , or oh, you were already ready, were you waiting on me? Little things to make you stutter and turn your gaze away. He's determined to bring you out of your shell... even if you'd rather not, one way or another. It's all bonus points if you were a follower or a nun of some kind, he loves to hear you talk about "Barbatos", basking in your reverence and chuckling with a grin so wide you can't help but suspect he knows something you don't. Maybe once you two get closer, he can tell you, and maybe you'll even worship him directly... he can hope.

Alternatively, for the other type he'd go for, Venti is about to become the Mondstadt resident homewrecker. Oof. See, after all that spying on the nuns he's been doing, he can't help but develop a bit of a fetish... to be fair, he's literally older than any Mondstadt resident, but that sweet lady that waves to him every morning as he plays while she walks to the store or work or wherever, she doesn't know that. To her, he's maybe barely an adult at most, definitely half her age if not less. Not that she thinks much of him at all, other than the sweet, smiley boy that plays his lyre in the town square. And she certainly doesn't notice someone following her home, resting on rooftops and watching her go about her day.

Through this spying, he finds out his worst fears are a reality -- married AND has kids. Oh no. That's no good. Venti's jealousy is a rare thing, and very... quiet. He tries to push it back at first, and it festers. A growing, gnawing irritation that he knows he has no right to feel, but feels nonetheless. And oh, what's this? She is definitely not being treated as well as he would treat her. Ugh. It just makes him feel worse and worse inside, but he maintains the role he has -- just the sweet boy that smiles and waves to her... until he can't handle it anymore. He has to interact with her, finds a way to set up encounters. Unfortunately, she treats him as exactly how she sees him -- far too young for romantic or sexual thoughts to even cross her mind, given her own age. Treats him like a kid, giggles and pats his head when he calls her pretty and tells him he's so sweet, he'll be such a good husband to someone someday. Double ugh. Extra infuriating. He keeps trying to do things to appear, well, manlier (which is... a struggle, given his appearance), and tries to impress her with shows of strength and capabilities, but it stays the same no matter how hard he tries. He'll have to find a way to win her over somehow... although there are some obvious obstacles in the way. Maybe those are the problem, and once they're gone, he'll finally get what he wants.

Xingqiu: doormat, arranged marriage OR teacher

Ah, our favorite rich brat boy. A few major possibilities here. One, he would honestly likely seek out a darling of a much lower economic status than him for the sole purpose of holding a power over them and indebting them to him. Don't worry, he'll pay for everything you need. He'll buy you expensive gifts. It makes you feel like you owe him something. And since he knows you can't pay him in money, well, you can pay him back in other favors.

I feel like arranged marriage trope is appropriate for him -- but specifically he would aim for, again, a slightly lower-ranking family to fill a sort of savior complex. He's so invested in his whole justice-seeker thing because he likes that ego boost and rush of saving someone else, likes feeling like others owe him, likes feeling like some sort of vigilante hero. He feels like he's saving you from that horrible, horrible life lived by commoners! You'll certainly be grateful and adore him for it, now that you get to live a life full of constant materialistic possessions and no stress, he can get virtually anything you want, and you don't even have to work.

Unlike Childe, he prefers actual willing submission from the get-go rather than defiance. Of the sorta-narcissistic quartet between him, Scara, Childe and Kaeya, he likes defiance the least. It's partially part of his younger age -- he's still somewhat childish and immature at times, he wants you to recognize how much better he is than you and everyone from the get-go. So he's likely to not only seek out someone who is far less privileged, but also is meek and won't defy him. A doormat that doesn't know what to do -- you hate getting all these gifts from this boy, but you can't bring yourself to reject them! That would hurt his feelings! You want some time alone for once, but you don't know how to tell him... that sort of thing. That part is more subconscious on his end, it's not like he's gonna consciously acknowledge darling might not always want to be around him, but his subconscious seeks out someone who wouldn't tell him to go away even if they wanted to.

He also likes the non-aristocrat/commoner darling for the purpose of alienation and unfamiliarity -- you don't understand these customs or how any of this works, you don't know the norms, the etiquette, all these unspoken rules the wealthy follow that you can never hope to grasp because no one will teach you and everyone is so judgemental... except him. Don't worry, it doesn't bother him, and he'll help you. Not to mention, he knows full well, having grown up surrounded by them, that the fellow aristocratic class can be so, so judgemental and condescending towards people not as wealthy and uppity as they are, and that will leave you so, so very alone, not to mention probably hurt. He can be right there, in comparison he'll seem so sweet and wonderful, you'll be so distracted by how much kinder he is that you'll forget how pushy and self-absorbed and spoiled he can be.

Secondly, the one that would irritate him more -- a teacher. Similar to Venti's milf, perhaps a nice lady that taught him a thing or two in the Guhua art. A higher ranking than him, maybe even older and/or taller, but that doesn't matter, right? He's so used to being able to impress people just by dropping his family name, surely she'll be impressed and want to marry him the moment she knows he's the son of such an influential and wealthy family, right?

Or... maybe not. No matter. Okay, so teacher didn't practically hop on his dick the moment he started talking himself up... in fact, you smiled and laughed and patted his head, which felt a bit demeaning, but it's okay, he can still recover. He just has to be more impressive. He devotes himself into getting better and better and making sure darling is right there to witness the most impressive and daring of his actions. Surely, that will win her over, he thinks... ok, maybe not. Still treating him like a kid, even though he's not, and he's tried to make that clear. Why do you insist on being so... demeaning?

In the end, he will have to take even more drastic measures to get darling to love him. He ponders it a while and decides the issue is darling's rank being so much higher. It would take him years to reach that rank, which is an issue, he needs darling now and he's not very patient. So if he can't ascend to that level, he'll have to just drag teacher dearest down. Given his father's influence and power, it won't be too hard to slander your name and get you permanently ejected from the clan, frame you for something... but it's okay. Your favorite student still believes you, still has faith in you, even if he's the only one, and will be right there to comfort you and shelter you.

Kaeya: easily manipulated, naive, meek, pleaser

Kaeya's problem is quick, overly strong attachments, although he's good at not letting it immediately show. The truth that he doesn't admit is that, likely due to his... issues, he can and will become incredibly over-attached in less than 24 hours of knowing someone. This applies even platonically, but especially romantically. He's the kind of boy that's thinking about wedding ideas and baby names in his head on the first date, is convinced he's met the love of his life after sleeping with someone literally once. And as such, is very very susceptible to heartbreak. But he's very self-aware of it, and is very careful not to be outwardly vulnerable, even if he's internally very vulnerable.

Instead, he develops a sort of complex to appear exactly the opposite -- act like he doesn't need anyone, puts on airs of being unattached so that, he hopes, you will feel like it's an honor just to have his attention, not the other way around. He wants to feel like he has power over people. It's a common complex found in people who have gone through similar life experiences to him -- they want to be the one with more leverage, more power, in any interpersonal relationship they have. They want the other person to need them more than than they need that person, or at least create to the other party the illusion that they don't need them. It makes them feel safe and assured that that person won't leave them. The best way to do that is to find someone who needs him, or whom he can make need him, and especially someone he feels he can manipulate.

He would be likely to attach to someone he feels is particularly gullible or naive. This can come in many forms, example being a non-native to the area who can easily be convinced that the "customs" he made up are true. Also, anyone with a social impairment of any kind, especially those that prevent one from reading others very well/understanding tone and facial expression. He can convince you that see, that person actually hates you, this person was trying to trick you, that person was taking advantage of you -- make you scared of others. See, aren't you glad you have him around to help you? Who knows what would happen to you if he wasn't there to guide you! If you have any sort of challenge, he can convince you that well, you're lucky I don't see that as a burden like everyone else would. That sort of thing.

Which, again, draws us to the idea of a darling being naive. Not only can he use this to manipulate you, but he hopes to obtain a darling that won't be able to see through his obvious manipulation. He uses every toxic, manipulative trick in the book -- gaslighting, guilt-tripping, reverse psychology, love-bombing, virtually every form of psychological manipulation you can imagine, and the less aware you are of it, the better. A darling that realizes it, or even worse, calls him out on it, that feels threatening, and he doesn't like that.

However, he's content with one that is aware of what he's doing, but just... doesn't do anything. A meek, mild pushover who would just take whatever he does. This would be especially true for darling being a subordinate of some kind, this man is the living embodiment of workplace sexual harassment. So when he meets a literal doormat of a human being, well, that's heaven for someone like him. He can do anything to you and you will just try to force a smile. And over time, he's become very, very good at spotting such people -- he already knows how to target them for doing work he doesn't want to do and other such things, why not apply the same strategy in the romantic, sexual sense?

It's a bonus, to him, if you have some kind of emotional damage, some kind of trauma -- he knows exactly how to manipulate you with it. Particularly abandonment trauma like his own, because he knows exactly what it feels like and can work well with it -- very much the type to pull a "no one will ever love you but me, you know" line. Or if you have any difficulty navigating the world, for whatever reason, be it a mental or physical impairment of any kind -- it's "you know, you're lucky I don't mind helping you, anyone else would think you're a burden." Anything to make sure you stay right where you should be, in his clutches and his alone.

Albedo: needy, doting, comforting

He's pretty easy to please, actually, as far as personality goes. Similarly to Xiao/Diluc he's likely to fall for someone sweet to him, someone who smiles in his presence and seems happy to be around him. However, Xiao would end up finding himself drawn to a ray of sunshine, genki-girl type, whereas Albedo is more likely to be drawn to someone quieter, softer. Still sweet and kind to him, but not requiring him to expend any significant amount of energy. He's a fairly low energy person himself, so it works better to have someone who won't be too loud. And he, too, likes someone who goes out of their way to show interest in him. To be honest, a lot of people he meets think he's either eccentric, weird, or boring. Having someone who actually wants to get to know him is something that stands out to him.

That being said, perhaps oddly, he kind of likes the idea of a darling that is... below-average intelligence, especially if they're naive to the world as well. For normal people, he likes intelligence, but for someone in the role of a romantic partner, he sort of feels more comfortable when he has some degree of superiority and power over you. He's smarter than you, you know. You don't need to worry your pretty little head over anything... he knows better than you and he'll take care of everything for you, just sit back and accept what he says and does, and what he wants you to do.

And combining the two, it's sweet if his unintelligent, unknowledgeable darling shows interest in his work. It's cute because to you it's just... wow! Sciencey things! What does this do? You're fascinated by very simple things and he finds it endearing and adorable. He just combines simple chemicals to create a reaction like color change or fizzing and darling's mind is blown, he thinks it's cute and he's glad you're easily impressed.

However, at the exact same time, he can also go in the opposite direction -- an intelligent darling, one who understands the things he does. This is basically the opposite of the first darling, it works a bit similarly to the Childe/Scara darling where his attachment actually starts off as the fact that something about you gets under his skin, infuriates him, makes him feel inferior or powerless and it bothers him so much he ends up developing an obsession over you filled with conflicting feelings of both irritation and feeling threatened while also slowly developing an infatuation. He's a bit less confident, but he likes the fact that he knows he still knows more than you do. You may be smart, but he'll always be a step ahead, and he subtly enjoys that, especially if it bothers you. And if you're getting a little too good, he'll be sure to put you down a bit, make you doubt yourself and how good you thought your hypothesis was - no, no, it's all wrong, see? Maybe you should just let him handle it.

He likes to feel useful and needed. Stemming back to when Rhinedottir used to tell him she'd leave him if he wasn't good enough, he now has developed a complex revolving around that fear -- that he has to be useful to you. He has to be needed. If you have any kind of need, he can take care of it, so a darling who is especially needy is a very good thing to him.

Regarding that, a much darker aspect of a darling he would latch onto is medical needs... he sees opportunity. A darling with any kind of medication or medical impairment is one he can work well with. Even if he's never heard of your condition, give him 48 hours and he'll know more about it than you. He's not by any means medically qualified, and what he works with has very little to do with such, but he's just really, really good at memorizing information very quickly. He can become an expert on it pretty quickly. And thereby, how it's treated, what signs are, what medicine you take, etc. It goes without saying that medication will be tampered with -- if your medical condition is physical, such as medicine that helps with pain or relieves debilitating symptoms, they may be replaced with placebos. It's ok. He'll come up with an alternative, one only he knows how to create, one that you'll need to stay with him to obtain. Immune system related? Why did the pills stop working, why are you getting so sick all the time? Hmm, perhaps your body built immunity, he says. It's ok, whenever you're sick, even bedridden, he'll take care of you. Perhaps the medical condition is mental, requiring medications. He can make some... alterations. Keep the things that actually cause suffering at bay, he wouldn't want you to have that, but make sure that you might become a little more attached to him. Those amphetamines or antidepressants make you a little too social and productive, maybe you should have your dosage unknowingly lowered so that you won't talk to others so much, so you'll stay inside, so you'll look for alternate sources of serotonin and he'll be right there to provide you with what you need.

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