#yandere ayato kamisato

[autumnywinter]

Characters: Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Kaveh, Wriothesley (aka my favorite genshin men)

Yandere!ex Ayato who can and will make your life a living hell. His guards are always following you, despite having broken up several months ago. If you manage to somehow evade his guards, there will be missing posters of you everywhere.

Yandere!ex Baizhu who will have Changsheng slip into your home and drug your food/drinks for him, so you'll always be coming back to him. Will drug you further each time, chiding you for leaving him. You're so helpless without him, you need him.

Yandere!ex Kaeya who will not stop following you. Lovingly (with a bitter undertone) coaxes you into getting back with him. If that doesn't work, he'll find a way to sabatoge all your relationships and any job you may have. Only a matter of time before you come crawling back to him.

Yandere!ex Kaveh who is desperate in every sense of the word. Writes you drunken letters about how much he misses you, tries following you everywhere so you can just talk it out. Gets increasingly frustrated, to the point where he's willing to do anything just to get your attention. He's going to build a mansion just for the two of you, remember?

Yandere!ex Wriothesley who tried to give you freedom, but looks like that didn't work out, huh? You took advantage of his generosity, and he doesn't intend on that happening again. Lucky for you, he's made you a little spot in his office for when he gets you back.

[yanderes-galore]

Kamisato Ayato (Genshin Impact) Romantic with a darling who is a commoner? Prompts #21 & #26 on Yandere Writing Prompts #2

Sure I can! I watched some of his Story Quest so I think I know enough ^^ First time writing Ayato, I hope he comes off as accurate.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Kamisato Ayato Prompts 21 and 26

"You don’t realize how powerful you are with me by your side."

"I can make all of your pain go away. You just have to say the words."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Coercion, Stalking, Implied attempts at an arranged marriage, Delusional behavior, Kissing (Hand, Lips), Forced relationship.

There's a feeling tension as you sit in front of the Head of the Kamisato Clan. You feel his light purple gaze never leaves yours as you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Not many met him in public... let alone catch his eye.

Yet you two have become friends months ago. You provided him with a way to distract himself from his duties, even if he couldn't speak with you often. Despite this... Ayato still managed to make time for his commoner companion.

He's always been kind towards you... but you have no idea just how much he knows about you.

"Let's get to the point, my dear." Ayato finally speaks, his hands folded in front of him. You can tell by his gaze he's thinking of something important. You shift in your seat, uncomfortable by the intimidating aura around him.

"We don't often have private conversation, Ayato." You speak, trying to ease the tension. "Is this something really important or are you just busy?"

"Something has been troubling me lately..." Ayato admits with a sigh. "I heard your family has been having trouble financially recently?"

Your breath hitches at his words. You wanted to ask how he knew that... but you assumed he could get the information if he wanted. He's a powerful man in Inazuma, after all.

"That shouldn't concern you." You laugh softly, concern on your face. Ayato picks up on this and shakes his head.

"How could it not? As Head of the Kamisato clan, I have my ways of getting information," Ayato reaches across the small table, but you only respond with more confusion. "I like to look after those close to me as I work."

"Then why bring this up? This is an issue concerning my family...." You cut him off, discomfort rising as he glares for a moment.

"It's an issue for me too. How am I supposed to focus on work if I know you could be going hungry or doing something unsafe?" Ayato continues before smiling. "So I have a proposal."

"I don't need your money, Ayato." You frown, Ayato shaking his head again.

"That isn't quite what I had in mind..." Ayato hums, quickly capturing your hand in his own. "But you are close... I do wish for you to rely on me."

You catch on to what Ayato is implying and try to pull your hand away. However, his grip only tightens with a disapproving look. You just didn't get it, huh?

"My dear..." Ayato sighs, stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. "You don’t realize how powerful you are with me by your side."

"Ayato, we can find another way-" You try to reason, but Ayato cuts you off.

"I'm certain you feel a connection between us, don't you? You're just nervous." Ayato whispers, a loving look in his eyes as he pulls your hand closer to his face. "If you just tell me you feel the same... I can pull you and your family out of your issues."

Ayato presses his lips to your hand softly, his soft purple gaze still never leaving yours. He looked like he wanted to give you the world. He'd do anything just to have you in his grasp.

"You're implying a relationship... marriage." You choke out the words, watching at Ayato nods with a smile. "Ayato, I-"

"I can make all of your pain go away..." He kisses your hand again, lightly licking the skin. "You just have to say the words."

You want to refuse. You care for Ayato as a friend, but didn't entirely jump at the thought of marriage. To you... he felt out of your league.

But Ayato saw you as his everything... he needed you to ease his stresses and provide him pleasures.

Ayato stands up from his seat, strolling over to you before yanking you close. He sees the hesitancy in your eyes. He wants to smother it... he wants you.

"I just want to hear it from you. In an instant I can get everything ready. You won't have to worry about Mora ever again." Ayato whispers, leaning closer. "Just say you love me... say you'll be with me, my love."

You go to refuse, but his grip tightens when you pull away. His gaze is dark when you don't respond. He treasures loyalty and obedience...

If you don't give him such... he'll have to teach you.

"I love you..." You whisper upon pondering your options. Truth is... you fear what Ayato could do if you refused. The darkness in his eyes scares you... and only seems to go away when you comply to him.

Ayato's breath hitches once the words echo in his ears. All of a sudden he's all smiles, no hint of darkness. He moves his grip to your face with adoration on his face.

"Good choice, my love..." Ayato praises. "I'll give you the world while by your side."

It's then the Head of the Kamisato Clan kisses you deeply...

Sealing your fate.

[aishiterudere]

Yandere Ayato College Au Headcanons:

*Son of the wealthy and powerful Kamisato clan, Ayato is an elegant and studious student. Admired by his peers, Ayato was elected and serves as president of the student council.

*Unlike Diluc, Ayato is much more approachable and friendly to others despite his status

*Meeting you through his sister, Ayaka, he thought you were a interesting person. You brought fun to this mundane days

*So he sought you out more often. Inserting himself into Ayaka's or Thoma's plans with you.

*Always inviting you on bubble tea and dinner dates

*You accepted in the beginning, but it slowly became uncomfortable as it transitioned from casual quick bites to fine dining locations. Although Ayato would reassure you that Ayaka, Thoma, and other students would be joining this dinner, something always comes up for them...

*It's so lonely at the top and so nice to finally find someone who understands me. It doesn't take long for Ayato to become more obsessive.

*He'll whisper his confessions of love and begin to start introducing you as his fiancée. Ayato will laugh it off when you correct this.

*"Ha, ha. My apologies, I just see you fitting that title so well... Haha" Ayato wonders if your parents would agree to an arranged marriage.

*Type to trap you by any means necessary to keep you by his side. It's a bad idea to be alone in a private space with Ayato.

*You are mine, and I am yours

[yandere-romanticaa]

Who has the potential to be more unhinged, Diluc or Ayato?

I want to say Ayato but truthfully both of them would be unhinged, it just takes them different things to force them to crack.

Ayato feels the constant pressure of the public eye and scrutiny, he can never make a wrong move, never. Even behind closed doors he usually keeps up the dignified and elegant persona which the world has come to know - the Yashiro Commissioner, the head of the Kamisato clan, elder brother and an important figure in Inazuman society.

The only time you could ever catch his mask slipping is if you try to escape.

The tension is too much and the weight of his stare is crushing beyond repair. He has the intense desire to lock you up and mark you up as his his his but he cannot. The shackles of his duties are too strong and the people do expect him to eventually marry and continue the bloodline.

Thus, giving him the perfect excuse to introduce you to the public as his adorable little fiance. You'll never see the light of day after that and all eyes will be on you 24/7. You are officially Ayato's little puppet and he will take good care of you... provided you stay in your lane.

Diluc, while still being in the public eye, has more liberty. He is a well known and respected figure to the public, not to mention a young bachelor with hundreds of ladies are dying to meet the tycoon but he just does not give them time of day.

Diluc will either lock you up and throw away the key or take an approach similar to Ayato and both ideas have their pros and cons.

The pro of making your relationship public is that no one can harass you even again. Hell, anyone with a single braincell would know better than to pick a fight with you because Diluc would be somewhere in the background, lurking, simply waiting to strike. The biggest con would probably be the sheer nosiness of the ordeal which doesn't sound so bad in theory but you should never underestimate the public. Rumors would spread lile wildfire and you never know just who might hear them. Any dangerous and scorned individual which Diluc had wronged in the past could just come knocking on his door and ruin everything he tried so hard to build.

Then you have the opposite side of the spectrum in which Diluc just keeps you locked up for good. It is much easier to keep you tame this way and it satiates his more possessive urges. He does not need to worry about anyone seeing you because the only contact you have is him which sounds far too appealing to him. But, if he does do this he can never confess his undying love to you publicly, he can never let the world know that he is a taken man. Not to mention that all of your friends and relatives would come looking for you which is just annoying.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Like a Dog | Yan! Ayato

Yandere! Ayato x Fem! Reader

Warnings: General yandere themes, implied/mentioned blackmail, obsessive and possessive mindset/behavior(s), sexism in one part, mention of death/violence, past obsessive thoughts/behaviors from reader, abuse of power, probably inaccurate talks of politics, victim blaming, ayato not knowing if he should be mad or not. Tell me if I missed anything.

Minors and ageless blogs dni. please for once listen. 

Word count: 2488k

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 You were nothing more than a distraction – an obsession that would only ruin him in the long run. And he knew that, he knew that his… interest in you was unhealthy, and logically speaking, even if he were to go about this in the healthy, normal way, it would be futile – any hope of starting a (public) relationship with you was… none.

Zero.

His position was too high, power too strong, actions too shady. He was a shady man through and through, and despite how honest he looks and wants to be, he just can’t be that. Can’t do that. The political world was too corrupted to be an honest man, and thus, it shaped him into becoming a first-class manipulator – a fact he’s not exactly proud of, but it gets the job done. The ends justify the means, after all.

And well, while he was always a bit… twisted as a child, perhaps it was his environment that shaped him even more into this dubious leader with a slight sadistic streak. You only learn from the best is what he says – his excuse whenever his thoughts tend to get a tad too dark, a tad extreme and he has no excuses to use on himself for himself.

And you, with all your obsession and messed up mindset, only brought out the worse in him – fuck, he just wanted you. Ayato didn’t believe in love at first sight, didn’t read the fairy tales once his parents passed, couldn’t focus on anything romantic unless it was talk of arranged marriages. But arranged marriages aren’t romantic, unless a love blossoms between the couple as time carries on.

But fuck, he met you. He met you while sneaking out of his own house, his estate, for a breath of fresh air. Away from the elders who had nothing better to do with their remaining years except nagging his ears off.

It seemed you were also sneaking away from your own home, probably trying to see the city. It didn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, not when you bumped into him, eyes wide the moment you realized who he was. Like a thief getting caught, only replace the fear with horror and curiosity, and mix the two together, you end up with an obsession.

“My Lord –,”

“Shh.”

A finger placed against his lips, a grin pulling at the corners – heart beating a million miles per beat, per fucking second, and he was hooked. Hooked on the way you shut your mouth immediately like an obedient dog but retained the innocence and beauty of a crystalfly – ready to flutter away given the chance. And he wanted it for himself.

Wanted your smile that gave him butterflies, your eyes that shone in the moonlight, the nod you gave that made your hair sway. He wanted it all, and even he was taken aback by his thoughts. You were average, but without average, there would be nothing. But even in his dream-like state, he was aware this wasn’t normal.

He wanted to tame you like a dog.

Three words in total, and you were on your way. Just like that, not even a glance back. And, like the ‘good’ person he was, he had let you – it’s… it was supposed to be fine. Sure, he felt lightheaded in the best way possible, like he was on cloud nine, but he didn’t even know your name. And you only knew him because he was famous. Rich.

He was above you in terms of strength, political power, and probably skills too.

But he couldn’t deny the lovey-dovey feelings and thoughts he had; couldn’t ignore the way he was smitten at first sight. Obsessive even, despite it being your first – and only, back then – meeting. He wondered if you would remember this encounter later in life. Or if you’ll forget him like a speck of dust in the corner.

So, Ayato went on his way, shoving the image of you away. Even for a child – a teenager – he knew it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone he barely met. Then again, he had never been ‘normal’, in terms of maturity, intelligence, skill. He wanted to be a good person, still, so he tried to forget you. But he was sure this was it, as twisted and disgusting as it was –

This was ‘love’.

--

“My lord, shouldn’t we… you know, kick her out for good? Not that she’s causing trouble but… she’s causing trouble, just in a different way.”

“How so?” His pen doesn’t stop gilding across the papers, eyes quickly scanning over the words, once, twice, and finally a third time before he signs it. More shuffling of the loose pages and he’s writing another report.

“Well… she’s extremely behind. Barely any progress, as was written in the report. While she is trying her best, which is admirable, her best isn’t even average for our soldiers.” The man stutters out, probably wondering why his boss won’t kick out a singular person. Woman or not, you were just too far behind.

“Improvement doesn’t follow the same for everyone,” another signature.

“Well, yes, but you don’t understand – her improvement is barely noticeable. A snail is faster than her ‘improvement’.” He genuinely wasn’t insulting you – didn’t mean any harm in his words. Even so, the moment Ayato��s pen stopped writing and was gently placed down, he knew he fucked up.

But there wasn’t any hardcore scolding. No threats. No anger.

Just… calmness.

“Improvement has different speed rates. Unlike most of our trainees, she most likely didn’t receive any physical training in anything. And she is a woman – not am I putting her down, but it’s clear that generally, women might have a harder time in terms of physical training than men, unless they’ve been training since childhood. Same could be said for men.”

And that’s all there was to it – a slight scolding that send chills down the general’s spine regardless. Like he crossed a line that wasn’t meant to be crossed. But still…

“If anything happens, please do keep in mind I have no choice but to let her go, my Lord.”

“Duly noted.”

--

It’d be a lie if he said he didn’t feel betrayed. Logically, he knew it was only natural for you to give up on the Yashiro Commission – you almost fucking died. Almost went six feet underground, leaving your grandmother – hell, him – with an empty heart and jaded views of the world.

That is why he couldn’t find it in himself to get mad at you. This could have been avoided if he had just listened to that general, that trainer, if he just stopped and thought for a moment.

You were weak, weak, weak, fucking weak.

His sister was stronger than you in terms of physical strength, had more skill than you, and that’s ignoring the fact she was a fucking vision holder while you didn’t have a fucking thing – no vison. No skill to speak of. And, sadly, you weren’t quick to think on your feet on the battlefield.

It didn’t matter that you tried your best, it mattered that he didn’t just listen. It was his mistake, his fault, and his mess to clean up –

But why did you bother staying? Sure, he allowed you to stay, wanted to keep a close eye on you while ignoring the bright red flags of danger (something he scolds himself on to this very day). But what about you?

You had brain cells too, didn’t you? The fault wasn’t entirely his own, but he does take responsibility for it. He doesn’t deny it. But what about you?

You knew what you were getting into, you had to. You also had a choice in the matter. He didn’t make you stay. Didn’t hold a sword to your throat and threatened you. You had the freedom to leave just like that.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you waited. And waited. And waited.

Waited until you almost died, stayed past your welcome, and you didn’t even apologize in person –

No.

He shouldn’t think this way, shouldn’t harbor hatred towards you, disappointment in you. He was told. He was warned. And he should have made the call, should have done something about it. He’s torn between hating you and loving you. And he’s not sure which one he prefers at the moment.

And another thing to add to his ever-growing problems and frustrations, was your letter of resignation. The general that had warned him was on vacation. And he knows for a fact that man will be wearing a “I told you so” expression on his face the moment he comes back. Ayato can’t even find it in himself to be upset, offended over it. He doesn’t exactly have the right to anyway.

You reap what you sow. And in his case, Ayato is reaping the loss of you, the embarrassment of not planning out the training assignment properly, and the loss of respect and trust from both the soldiers and citizens of the city.

Yes, he didn’t plan ahead properly, despite the urges of others. There’s no excuse for this mishap, a mistake that falls solely on him when it comes to the ambush. He’s taking care of it, really, he is, but every time he tries to pick up the stupid pen to write that stupid report, his mind always goes to silly little you.

You had him in a choke hold.

You left with just a letter – no telling the higher ups. No telling him, your obsession. He had thought you would appear in person once you were recovered enough, kneel until your head almost hits the floor, and beg for forgiveness. But none of that happened.

He had eyes on you 24/7 now. And the reports that came in, all of them said that you were… calm. Lost in thought more often than not. Like you were thinking about your past actions. You didn’t seem… out of it, like you usually do – did – and the sudden change made them relieved. Like you were finally coming back down from your high and thinking things through properly.

Everyone was happy about it but him.

There was a feeling, a six sense that nagged at him. He visited you while you were asleep, and that feeling just got bigger. Started to eat at him until he became paranoid. But what were you going to do? Leave?

If you haven’t left before, why leave now?

You shouldn’t leave, not when you stayed for what felt like many years. You can’t give up on that – on him.

Ayato was stupid during this. Denial and paranoia don’t mix well, but regardless of said fact, he left you to your own devices. If he didn’t, he might do something stupid. And you don’t punish loyal dogs. You reward them.

He didn’t expect you to bite the hand that feeds you. Ah, you were always a bit of a ditz, slow and naïve at times, so maybe you didn’t know you got in because of him. So, he lets this go, but only for so long – you had barely recovered, after all. And besides, you’ll be back with a bounce in your step and a smile plastered like paint across your face.

So, he waits for a month. No sign you’re coming back, but this is probably due to your mental recovery. Scared and nervous. Yeah, that’s it, you’re just worried about coming back too soon. You just need some time.

The second month tested his patience, and frankly, he was losing it. So, he decided to leave little… reminders. Of the things you did, your gifts you sent to him waiting at your doorstep. Others would see it as a secret admirer trying to court you, rather than your former object of obsession bringing your sins to light. Ah, he wishes he could have seen the horror on your face the first time it happened.

He thought you would come back with your tail tucked between your legs like a good girl.

You never did.

So, physical appearances were needed.

It must have startled you, from the way you avoid his gaze to how you tried to stay out of sight. All done in vain, of course. It was amusing though, watching your moves, reports on your well-being given to him every two days. He was a bit of sadist at heart, so it was only normal for him to find enjoyment in your suffering and fear. He considers it adorable.

Which leads to now, sitting across from you at the tea house, hiding a smile behind his tea cup.

“My Lord… is there any specific reason you need me here? I’m sure someone as… important and busy as you aren’t exactly abled to make time for a commoner such as myself.” You bring out the differences in social standing and power, reminding him of the many possible scandals that are already up in the air, spreading like wildfire.

It wasn’t just your reputation that’s currently being harmed – his was also being threatened.

“No need to worry, I’m sure they would understand.” They wouldn’t, the other nobles most likely sneering and laughing at him from behind the scenes. Not that it matters, not when he has enough support from other political groups and even support from the Shogunate.

How amusing, getting support from just being acquaint with the Traveler. Favoritism always wins in the end.

You don’t counter it, instead taking another sip of your tea. The moment could almost be considered domestic if it weren’t for your unwillingness to be here. Blackmail too, far too used to use it as a last-minute resort. Again, not that it matters, not when it resulted in you being here, with him, across from him and only a hand-length distance away from him.

“But my Lord… if I may be so bold to speak, don’t you realize this is only opening a weakness? For example, ‘Ah, it’s that woman – Kamisato’s rather fond of her. Maybe we should take our chance’.”

“Something along those lines,” you continue, only pausing to take another sip of your tea. “And even if you keep me by your side, there will always be an opening.” You conclude with a strain smile, keeping yourself in check as much as possible. You had already spoken out against him, no doubt annoyed he brought you here, and had decided to speak your mind.

“(Last name).”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Loyal dogs don’t yap at their masters.”

You’re not left stunned, not even surprised by his comment. Ayato watches the way your eyes twitch, a frown pulling at your lips. But you keep your composure regardless – and he likes that about you. But he also enjoys – no, loves the way you squirm under him too. Which is why all he could do was smile at your response.

“Such a shame I am not a dog, then.”

[flokali]

I'm such a sucker for ayato like you don't have a clue LMAO. I just want him to be like, "Oh well it's a surprise to see you my love." And you're just seething sitting on the floor in front of his little desk with your hands bound behind you and maybe even a gag in your mouth. While he like goes on about his day, maybe have him brush a piece of hair out of your face.

Ayatos so ugghhh i can just imagine so many scenarios with him omg

Ayato brainrot… *bark bark* Like, you don’t understand; I am… obsessed with him T_T)) This ask has him and one of my favorite [REDACTED] too, nonnie ily

Ask under read more!

The worst part about it is how he acts as if this was all perfectly normal and acceptable, as if your bound and gagged figure wasn’t an anomaly, as if this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. As if every Lord in the world had their self-proclaimed lover bound and forced into submission next to their desk as they filed paperwork.

Maybe if he outwardly showed how much he enjoyed your helplessness, if he didn’t bother to disguise his amusement, if he simply boasted about how much it excited him to see your tear stained face as you begged him to at least grant you an ounce of dignity, you would have an easier time hating him and reminding yourself how twisted Ayato truly was. But no, instead he chose to feign concern, whispering lies coated with just enough sweetness to have you momentarily doubting yourself and if you truly did remember the man as he truly was, he’d ramble on about how much he hated seeing you like this, how it hurt him to see you hurting. It was in moments like those where you questioned if the silks that dug into your skin were real and not just mere illusions you bestowed upon yourself; you always hated his silver tongue and you hated him more because of it.

However, he does let his act down every once in a while and allows himself to indulge in the cruelties you both knew resided in his heart.

He’d let certain comments slip past his lips, touch you in ways that let you know how much he truly adored seeing you like this.

Instead of the usual hello, he’d jest with you - as if you hadn’t been stuck in the room for two days now, tied still just for him - he’d feign innocent surprise at seeing you. Ayato didn’t even hesitate to sit down next to you and neither did he stumble as he grasped your teary face and gave you a deep kiss on the lips, to him - this was natural, loving you like this was natural. He didn’t mind the way you didn’t reciprocate his kisses with the same intensity, what mattered to him was the fact you were there to be kissed by him in the first place.

“So beautiful,” he’d whisper, caressing your face, he didn’t care you were shaking from anger and disgust, he never cared, “and all mine.”

He would then turn around, ignoring your glare - “It’s not very intimidating when you’re bound like that, beloved”, he once joked - as he read through the reports submitted to him. He’d periodically outstretch a hand towards you and pet your head like one would a dog, maybe even coo at the way you would try to get away only to fall and have the binds dig into your skin, but never once did he move to free you.

It only got worse during his lunch time where he’d have the food delivered to you both so he could hand-feed you, Ayato knew how helpless it’d made you feel, and no matter how much you would initially resist - food was a necessity after all.

At this point, you were no more than a living doll for Ayato to play with and pamper; and he loved every second of it.

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 5

5: “Don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient”

Featuring: Kamisato Ayato Note: Working on requests tomorrow

Tw:Stalking, murder, gore , implied kidnapping

You think Ayato is a nice guy you like how he always checks in on you to see if you're okay how he makes time for you even though he's the Yashiro commissioner. Though it's slightly worring about how he knows everything about you even the things you haven't told him, how he seems to be around every corner that you turn . You hated that. But besides that he was fine a little odd. But you think he's nice. Ayato on the other hand took your willingness to be his friend as love so he finds it quite annoying when you speak to that one dude that you spend a little too much time with, you two are pratically dating you can't just go cheating on him you know? But Ayato had restraint believe it or not so he didn't kill him key word had. He was stalking making sure you were safe by following and the guy you were walking home with kissed you! How dare he! Couldn't he see that the person he just kissed was property of the Yashiro Commissioner? He was going to kill him for his incolence. As soon as the guy finished walking you home how dare he Ayato got to action. Yes he could've gotten one of the Shumastuban to do it or one of the guards but he needed this guy to be killed right now. Ayato grabbed his sword and snuck up on the guy. He then stabbed him not anywhere fatal he deserved to suffer. He did it again. And again. If the guy didn't die from multiple stab wounds and lost limbs he would deffinitly of died of blood loss. His blood was everwhere . The ground, Ayato, Ayato's sword. And... On you? You wanted to give the guy a gift because of him walking you home so you ran out to go give to him . And then you saw Ayato killing this poor dude him screaming in pain before he died you were crying and shaking... Did Ayato do that? "A-Ayato...?" Your voice was shaky and quiet but he still heard it.

"Ah love.. I'm sorry you had to see this but he kissed you. And you belong to me right?" "Huh n-no.." "Ahaha funny how about we go home?" "I'm not going any where with you.!" "Aww come on now love don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient" He is still smiling but there is some form of.. Sadistic undertone to it. "Now come on Ayaka is so excited for you to move in ." He takes your hand and starts walking away from the dead body from your home from your everything. You'll understand soon enough you're Ayato's girlfriend now and he only wants the best for you. He won't do anything to harm you. Unless you disobey him of course.

[lazywriters-blog]

LOVE HOTEL

YANDERE KAMISATO AYATO

Synopsis: Ayato suggests that you two go to a love hotel, for just an experience, he said. [Modern AU]

Warning: May contain triggering content, implied sexual content, slight nudity, non-consensual touching, and a lot of underlying yandereness. Errors might be present, please do not mind them, enjoy!

He insisted it would be a favorable ordeal.

Just two colleagues wanting to experience some friendly intimacy, denial was at the tip of her tongue when he first mentioned it, his persuasive strategy is what had caused her to stand in front of the hotel, just wondering, how she consented and let him paddle the way. Running away didn't seem like a plausible alternative, now that he has her hand in a rigid clasp, gently dragging her inside.

It felt deplorable standing at the counter, with her behind him while he paid the sum in full, requesting a room, smiling at the employee with him still holding onto her wrist.

The pathway to their room was a fragment she'd find hard to forget, the few odd sounds here and there invaded her thoughts, the bright and cheerful place seeming like it was hiding something dark, she spoke in an attempt to get him to let her go.

While he paced ahead without a concern.

"Um... Can we go back, please? This place is making me uncomfortable." She timidly asked, dully aiming to pull her arm back, he didn't approve of her rebellion at the moment, replying with a stern tone.

"We've barely scratched the surface. Why return now after we decided we would do nothing more than view the place and leave." He side-eyed her, a smirk stretching once he connected the dots after seeing her face.

"If you are concerned about those noises, pay them no mind. I assure you, I have nothing of that sort planned." He replied.

"N-no I wasn't thinking about that, this seems like a place we shouldn't be, you know?"

He laughed, unable to mull over her words as they arrived at the room they were given the key to, the deluxe edition, it reads, unlocking the door and stepping in.

She breathed in the soft floral scent of lavender, pleasantly cold and commodious, the king-sized bed had a few towels and a booklet for some of the... More interesting items, she looked away, anxious and hyper to flee, if someone saw them, she wouldn't know how to deal with the rumours that will inevitably spread.

"Ahh!" Ayato mouthed, she jumped, glancing toward the male surveying the elegant ropes, muttering, "interesting..."

"Can we leave? We saw what it looks like, isn't that enough?" She pressured, nervously gazing at the many bounds he took out, he stared at her, saying, "most certainly not, there's much to explore, my dear friend."

She widened her eyes, advancing back, he appeared like he was enjoying her enactment, chuckling at her nonplused expression. She shortly asked, "what if someone saw us?" Worried by the amount of snooping questions she'll get if it ends up being the outcome.

"Please, I'm certain they will leave us alone. Besides, if that does happen, it will be... Interesting." He mused, curiously darting towards the closet and studying provided items, she stood, dumbfounded by his comeback but it wasn't unpredictable.

"For a top student, you sure do like to get into trouble. Whatever it is, leave me out of this." She said, hoping that it would yield her freedom, however, he promptly got up while holding a soft piece of fabric. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to try this on?" He sang with a devilish smirk, she swallowed, glancing at the beautiful mirror to the right, the bra seemed pretty expensive and new, baby blue in hue and petite design.

"No, that's too... Revealing." She sheepishly finished. She shouldn't have eluded his gaze at the last moment.

"That's true. How about this night grown?" He said, showing a silky white short dress, with thin straps, she involuntarily shivered, shaking her head and saying, "we are not going to stay the night." She surmised, he grinned along tossing the lingerie onto the puffy mattress.

"Give me the keys, I'm leaving." She firmly stated, he shushed her, smiling at her amusing expressions, "please calm yourself, we are merely here to try these things out, you wouldn't waste the money I've spent, now would you?" He replied, thinking guilt-tripping her would suffice.

"I don't want to but I'm not comfortable. Would you please give me the keys?"

"Okay, I will, when you try this out?" He playfully taunted, moving the fabric closer to her, she stepped back, beginning her futile experiment at making him take back his words.

"I said no, can we leave?" She answered.

"Come on now, don't be that way. I promise I'll let you go after you've tried this on." He gently pressured her, and she waived, taking the textile and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Oh! And, please do show them to me before you leave." He announced as she lowered her bra straps.

"I will not!!" She retorted.

"Do remember I have the keys."

She groaned, looking herself in the mirror, entertaining the idea of sitting in the bathroom so she could pass time and thwart her friend, upon making herself feel safe by the wall, he seems to have conjectured her course of avoidance, as he loudly knocked on the door.

"You can't stay in there forever you know. The faster you come, the sooner we can go home."

She gulped, pursuing her lips and moving forward, repenting her indigent decision.

She opened the door.

Bending her head, glancing anywhere but his observing eyes, despite shunning the odd sensation it increased, his gaze was glued on her frame.

He smiled.

"You look beautiful." He confessed, emerging from his seat and drawing near her before she can gather her thoughts and step away.

"Although, you haven't quite tied the straps right, are you shy? We've been friends for so long, I thought we were long past that stage." He mumbled, close to her face, just an inch more and they could kiss.

"Are you perhaps denying the facts?" He whispered, slowly snaking his arms against her waist, getting her adjusted to his hold, pressing his fingers into her warm flesh, securing her in his grasp.

"We both have feelings for each other, it's undeniable. We care for one another more than we let on."

"Isn't that right?" He tenderly kissed her cheek.

He eventually relaxed his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in and out, caressing her sides, and then he grumbled, "you like suppressing a lot of things."

She froze.

"Would you mind indulging me in those?"

He griped, unclipping her bra.

[strawberri-yan]

Tw: noncon blurb

Ok abo au where you are the powerful and infamous yakuza alpha boss. but your clan and men were all slaughtered by your rival, the Kamisato clan. Ayato Kamisato has always had this dark fascination with you and decides to take you as a trophy where he degrades and breeds you daily, bitching the once powerful gangleader into his cock drunk omega whose stomach is always full of his pups

[nekoashiii]

Upcoming fics

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1- Yandere!Hunter prince! Ayato X gn! reader X kitsune! Kazuha

Summary: Once upon a time there was a beautiful prince inlove with a simple person, that person had their eyes on someone else, a creature that wasn't human, a creature that was known to be a trickster. So the prince decided to take the matter into his own hands.

2- Yandere! Merman! Kaeya X pirate crew! Reader

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful merman who lured people into the depth of ocean with his looks and sweet talkings, the king got tired and commissioned your crew to get this merman and bring him to the king,However, the merman still decided to flirt with you, it would say stuff as if he knew you for months, sweet talking you to come near him, to fall for his trap.

3- Yandere! Kitsune! Zhongli X gn!reader X Yandere! Kitsune! Childe

Summary:it all started with a kitsune leaving his mate with another kitsune, his friend. Though he was foolish enough to think the other male wouldn't use this opportunity to steal his mate.

Plus:

1- when they summon you to teyvat. [Sagau]

Basically you scaring them cause you are also scared.

2- Reacting to actor! Reader's death in a series. [Sagau] [requested]

They find out your death scene in a movie, chaos starts.

[shiny-jr]

congrats on 2k! "I know all there is to know about you, my love." for Ayato pls

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ayato Kamisato.

Note: This is actually the only genshin character I've got from the special 2,000 follower requests.

Quote: “I know all there is to know about you, my love.”

Petals. The sakura bloom petals were everywhere, drifting in the wind, their soft pink hue decorating the sky and the ground. They were beautiful... but every time you saw them, you wished the wind would hurry and carry them away or that they would land on the water of the sea to carry them far from here. As lovely as they were, these petals reminded you of a man you wished would stop invading your thoughts. It was why whenever you didn’t see the petals, you knew you were away from Narukami Island, away from him.

Kamisato Ayato would always gift you sakura bloom petals among other not-so-subtly given gifts. But the sakura bloom petals appeared to be his favorite instantaneous gift for he could find them everywhere on the island. It was a bit ironic, because like the petals, he seemed to be everywhere on the island. Ah, what a delightful coincidence running into you here in the city. Come, let him invite you inside to a restaurant of your choosing for a meal. Oh? What are you doing here in Ritou? Watching the ships? Mind if he joins you? Chinju Forest, hm... he certainly didn’t expect to see you in this desolate old and lonely forest. From the forest we’re not far from his estate, so allow him to escort you back where you may spend the night in his care and company. 

Ayato was not blind, he noted your attempts to avoid him. However, while it did hurt, he didn’t change any of his behaviors or attitude that made it quite obvious that he wished to grow closer to you. Sometimes your attempts were successful when you had work to attend to on the other islands but the majority of the time, he had his ways to make sure your tasks were kept to Narukami Island despite your conversation to your higher-ups requesting to be switched to other locations. Strange how your task to go to Watatsumi Island for a month was abruptly cancelled... 

It was extremely odd how Ayato not only appeared where you were multiple times without warning, but he always seemed to know what you needed, what you wanted, or even so far as to what you may have been thinking. Well... it’s not just that he seemed to know all about you, he did know everything. Of course he would utilize the Shuumatsuban ninjas under his command to spy on your every move and report every single detail to him. They were not only useful for intel but also in motion should you ever attempt to stray too far from him.

“I know all there is to know about you, my love.”

[genshin-side-piece]

Yandere Kamisato Ayato Thoughts

I don’t know why I wrote this. He isn’t even out yet and this happened. Damn him for it. This is long BTW. I’m sorry in advance.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT, contains nsfwish themes, gender neutral reader, noncon, stalking, manipulation, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, captivity, implied kidnapping

18+ | Minors DNI

General Thoughts:

We don’t know a lot about Ayato as of yet, but I’m ascribing to the notion that there are at least two sides to this man. There is Ayato the person and then there is the Yaishiro Commissioner. Most of the time he exists between the two. It’s rare he gets to be just himself without strings attached. Things like Onikabuto fighting or cards or even going to get milk tea are luxuries for him. He indulges in them to an extreme as a way of coping with the crushingly stressful nature of his life/work.

I get the feeling of a mafia boss with him. On the surface, he’s everything you could ever want him to be. Think Thoma & Ayaka, but slightly less outgoing, more decisive and more sarcastic. Everything about his appearance is meant to display a sense of propriety and respectability. He isn’t showy, but he masks himself well. His quiet, mysterious nature is what draws people to him and it keeps them guessing on his motives. There’s always a dark undertone with Ayato though. There’s always something not quite right with him. If you catch him at the right moment, you can see the wheels spinning behind those violet eyes of his.

We don’t know how far Ayato’s cruelty can extend yet, but he didn’t get where he is by being nice. I would suspect if he’s pushed, he can make you hurt in ways you never even imagined were possible.

Ayato’s pursuit:

This man would be hell. He would be relentless in achieving his goal. But he would do it in a way that you would never know, unless he wanted you to.

What’s frightening about him, is you would have no idea when his obsession started or what caused it. A chance meeting on the street or at another location is one thing, but what if it wasn’t that simple. What if you had never even met when it started? What if you were climbing the ladder of success in Inazuma and your name kept coming up on his reports? What if he falls in love with your ambition and drive? What if he has to know more?

He has a combination of government records and the Shuumatsuban at his disposal. It doesn’t take him long to learn everything about you. All it takes is a few days for you to be figuratively spread out before him on his desk. At the start, the scattered papers are enough for him. He feeds his need for you by having your movements tracked from there on out. Knowing what you did and who you spoke to on a daily basis brings him a tremendous amount of joy. He can almost imagine something entirely domestic with you. He can picture taking you to dinner or strolling through the market on the way to work. The two of you walking arm in arm in contented bliss. He hasn’t the faintest idea what you look like or what you sound like, but he can feel your warmth beside him and it’s enough.

He feeds his domestic fantasy further by quietly purchasing your favorite perfume/soap/lotion. He places some on his pillow every few days so he can fall asleep and wake up with a semblance of you. He has nightly dinners with you while enjoying your favorite food as he reads the daily report on your activities. When the time is right, he gets bolder. He sends a member of the Shuumatsuban to acquire an item of clothing or a piece of bedding from your home on a frequent basis. It stays with him, helping his fantasies shift from simple domestic bliss to a more sexual nature. He gets off on imagining stripping you bare and fucking you raw all while his nose buried deep in whatever piece he’s acquired this week. He hears your moans in his mind, he can feel you clawing at him, begging him for more. In his own mind’s eye, he sees himself as your ideal lover. No one can ever hope to match him and gradually he begins to think that no one should ever even try to.

Ayato holds tremendous domestic and economic power in Inzamua. More now thanks to the Sakoku Decree being lifted. In canon at least, he is set to become or already is the second/third most powerful person in the country behind the Shogun and Yae. (I second/third because of Yae’s influence over Ei and her being Ei’s back-up/defacto heir. I think Ayato and Yae are right there together power wise, but Yae is closer to the Shogun so she edges him out.) You, your family, your friends, your enemies, and Ayato’s rivals for your affection all succeed or fail based on Ayato’s will.

Because his obsession with you is potentially limited to being just on paper at first, you reap the benefits without really knowing why. It’s nothing to you when your rivals are forced to close shop due to shady practices or cheap goods. You’re happy about it. That means more business for you. It is unfortunate that the person who was flirting with you the other day was forced to move their cart due to a code violation or your current crush was found to be price gouging during the previous crises. How absolutely shameful. You thrive as a result of your proposals and requests being approved with more regularity. You assume it’s because you put together a solid plan or perhaps the commissioner was in a good mood the day he read it. Ultimately you factor it up to luck and nothing more. You’re oblivious to the eyes that watch you or the items from your home that go missing. The only time you noticed was when you wanted to wear a specific top and it wasn’t there. You assumed it was in the laundry and left it at that. Your suspicions are proven right when you find it a day or so later in your dirty clothes. The only thing that has you confused are the odd stains on it. You don’t remember spilling anything on it.

Ayato’s Acquisition:

In terms of behavior, Ayato is on Ningguang’s level when it comes to getting his darling. He has enough power and influence that he can manipulate almost every situation to his advantage to get what he wants. The only thing that can really stand in his way would be if Yae or the Shogun stepped in on your behalf, which let’s all be honest, probably wouldn’t happen. Yae might interfere just to screw with Ayato, but ultimately she lets him have his way. She thinks it’s high time he stopped playing with beetles and cards and got his hands on a toy that’s more appropriate for his age.

The possibilities of how he does it are endless. He prefers something subtle. Something natural. A downturn in business, a shortage of materials, even a new restriction that causes a pinch on your finances. Whatever method he employs, it will be something that wouldn’t raise much suspicion. He might impact some of the businesses around you, just so there aren’t any red flags. One by one, he gets your friends and neighbors to come to him. He buys their silence with his benevolence. They tell you how helpful he is. How he’s saved them. All they had to do was ask. They begin to see their business on the rise again, while you continue to suffer. You have a choice to make.

You can ask for his help:

He’s delighted by your letter asking for a meeting. It’s one thing to have your clothes brought to him. It’s another to get a personalized note that he can keep for the rest of his days. You even included some small homemade snacks in the hope that he would fit you into his impossibly busy schedule. Thoma almost gets sent to get you that second, but Ayato thinks better of it. He’s waited a long time for this moment. His paper doll is about to be made real. He wants to savor this. He wants you to earn this. He thinks you can do better than a polite ask and a snack, so he makes you wait. He might even tighten his hold on the situation, just to see if he can get another response out of you. It works. He receives another note, this one more desperate than the last. You implore him for a meeting, but again he refuses. He still thinks you can do better. It isn’t until your business is on the verge of failure, until you’re on your knees outside of his gates begging for his time that he grants you the audience.

The first meeting is formal. You are made to endure the custom of speaking to a screen rather than his face. It’s awkward and you often wonder if he’s there. The only indication that he is, is the faint scratching of a quill and the occasional utterance. He was busy after all and you had come unannounced. You couldn’t expect his full attention, not when he was using your voice as background noise while he worked on the contract to bind you to him. Fair is fair, right? He had done so much to help you already and he would continue to help you after you signed on the dotted line. It was only right that he should get something in return for his efforts. What should be better than having his paper doll by his side?

You don’t ask for his help:

He should have planned for you to get around him at least once. You’re clever. He knew you were clever. What he hadn’t counted on was you doing it multiple times. If he wasn’t to the point that he was entirely annoyed with you, he would be impressed. Clearly economic pressures won’t work on you, so he has to go with plan B.

He brings your business under investigation. It’s nothing drastic, but it’s enough to cause your business to absolutely crumble around you. Reputation is everything in Inazuma. You’d watched your rivals suffer as a result of sloppy practices. Now you were accused of doing the same. You didn’t understand. You’d done everything you were supposed to. Filed all the forms, paid all the necessary taxes, but Government lackeys are highly unreliable, especially when they’re paid to be. How unfortunate for you that your paperwork has gone missing. They’ve checked and checked and checked, but it’s simply not there. Maybe you forgot to turn them in, maybe they’re currently being processed, or maybe they are occupying a prime spot on Ayato’s desk like a trophy. Your entire life depends on those papers and he’s seen fit to lay them next to the latest photo of his sister as if they’re something to be admired.

That’s where you find them too, once he has you. The first time you disobey him he drags you into his office, intent on punishing you. You tell yourself you’re ready for the pain, because in truth it won’t last long. Wounds heal. But this isn’t a wound you’re ready for. He forces you over the edge of his desk, holding you in place by your hair as he makes you stare at them. It’s a hard lesson in power, specifically his power. It’s the final piece that shatters any illusion that you aren’t his.

There is another option in Ayato’s playbook, but it would be a last resort kind of thing. He could have you kidnapped, but he would exhaust every other means of obtaining you before he reached that point. The only exception is if you try to run/leave Inazuma.

It’s not the wisest of choices considering Ayato knows every move you make. You don’t know that though or maybe you do. Maybe you’ve figured out his scheme. To him it’s unlikely, but not impossible.

With your business suffering you decide that maybe Inazuma isn’t the place for you anymore. Since it’s reopened, there’s a lot of competition and the restrictions (for you at least) have gotten unbearable. Maybe Liyue would be better or even Mondstadt.

You decide to at least investigate the idea. A trip abroad wouldn’t hurt. Fares to Liyue are cheap and Mondstadt isn’t a long journey to make on foot. You still had enough that you could manage it. If you don’t, you can always liquidate some of your stock. Your neighbors are happy to buy it from you.

With your affairs settled, you leave early one morning, completely unaware of what was waiting for you on the main road. The guards were rough when they took you away and there was no explanation as to why you were being arrested/kidnapped. The guards had their orders and they were to bring you to the safe house where you presently reside. You’re left to wait. You’re left to think. The hope that you’ll be recused dwindles before it’s ever lit. Everyone you know thinks you’re on a boat bound for Liyue. No one thinks anything is amiss. No one should think anything is amiss. You’ve stupidly provided your captor with the perfect trap. He didn’t even have to set it. All he had to do was spring it. Silly you.

The relationship:

Being in Ayato’s care means that everything you could need is at your fingertips. Nice clothes, good food, a dry place to sleep and marginal entertainment to fight the boredom are all provided for you. It’s not a bad life, but it has it’s trials.

The relationship itself with Ayato would be awkward. It started without you knowing and without him knowing what you looked like. You may not even see his face for the first few months because having you is enough. He likes keeping you a mystery, confining your physical appearance to his imagination. It’s only after he gets a report detailing a hidden birthmark or after the handlers have explored your more intimate areas for him that he gets curious. He comes to the bathhouse to meet you, waiting until you’re mid-wash to announce himself to you. You have to stand there naked, looking like a drowned rat as he appraises you. It’s humiliating. You don’t even know if he approves or disapproves of you either. All he does is stare at you for a few moments and leaves. It’s weeks before you see him again.

The overall experience for you is incredibly isolating. You aren’t allowed near his siblings or any of the staff in the beginning. There’s a general worry that you’ll try to win them over with the detail of your situation. They may not even want to speak to you considering you aren’t thought of as an honored guest nor are you a member of the family. You’re there because Ayato insists you be there. Instead you’re confined to a specific part of the house, with only your handler(s) for company. They keep you busy though. As Ayato’s consort/potential future wife, there’s a lot for you to learn about his way of life and about him. He expects nothing less than complete obedience from you. If you fail in your endeavor to please him, then your days will be occupied by trying again. By the end, you will be exceptionally trained.

By nature, he’s constantly busy. He can’t see you all the time. Even if you’re at the estate with him, it’s likely you won’t see him everyday. That doesn’t mean Ayato doesn’t look in late at night or watch from a slight distance during the day. Most of the time the daily reports from your handler(s) on your general health and well being get him by. He prefers the company of his papers and your dirty clothes to you.

A personal visit is prompted after either a long separation where his usual creature comforts are not possible or to test your skills. Don’t think he’ll be denied your time or attention either. When he’s there, he won’t stand for being ignored. He has little time to spare and people with that amount of power and influence generally aren’t ones to take no for an answer. If he can’t charm it out of you, he’ll try bullying it out, if that doesn’t work then he will resort to a level of force that is appropriate. If it comes to the last option then he won’t have to resort to it too many times before you get the message. He will trade your resistance for compliance by any means necessary.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Meat.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word count: 4.5k.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Branding/Burning, Prolonged Imprisonment, Forced Marriage, Possessive Behavior, Descriptions of Gore, Implied Stalking, Mentions of Pregnancy, and Suicidal Ideation. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

You always thought you would wear red on your wedding day.

It was a family tradition – passed down with dutiful care for as long as anyone could imagine. Your grandmother had given her dress to your mother who had gifted it to you, her only child, on your eighteenth birthday, years before you would so much as think about getting something as permanent as marriage. Still, you safeguarded it with a religious devotion, never going more than a week without laying it out to check for signs of moths or mold. When you found yourself on a boat set on a course for Inazuma and could bring nothing but what could fit in the space underneath your bunk, her dress was the only item you truly could not bear to leave behind.

It was one of the few things Ayato let you keep, when he first brought you to his estate. He hadn’t wanted to, but he’d known that you’d throw yourself off the nearest cliff if anything ever happened to that dress. You still would, if he so much as touched it without your permission.

The kimono you were being fitted for now was not red. The fine silk was pure white, the detailed embroidery along the hems and sleeves dark blue and bright, shining gold. The symbol of his archon glowed violet on the swell of the train – meant to appease the other factions of the tri-commission who protested when Ayato announced his intent to not only marry a commoner, but a foreigner. You hated that embellishment most of all, more than the sickly way his colors crawled over your body, more than the irritating smoothness of his favored silks where they hugged against your form and groped at your skin. It marked you as a tool, something to be used to one end or another. It marked you as a sacrifice – and an unwanted one, at that.

“Just as exquisite as I knew you’d be,” Ayato announced, his voice strong and unabashed. You’d begged him not to, but he’d insisted on sitting in on your appointment, making sure you couldn’t correct seamstress or overrule any of the choices he’d made on your behalf. The tailor hummed as she fastened a temporary sash around your midriff, tight enough to press uncomfortably against your ribs. If you needed to cry on your wedding day (which, in all likelihood, you would), it would have to be loosened. “How do you like it?”

You hated it.  You despised it. You wanted to claw it apart with your own pristine nails, separate each thread and seam with your very own teeth. You would’ve set yourself on fire just to see it turned to ash that much sooner.

“It’s perfect.” Your own voice sounded distant, distorted. There was no façade of sincerity. He knew as well as you did that there was nothing he could force onto you that you wouldn’t loathe, and you knew that any word uttered as to your hatred for him outside of the privacy of your shared bedroom would result in a collection of fresh rope burns to decorate your wrists, the better half of a night spent bent over his knee. “So long as it pleases you, my lord.”

You dropped your eyes to the floor, attempting to spare yourself what suffering you could, but your resistance didn’t matter; you could hear the sharpness of his smile, picture the way his head tilted to the side as he basked in his own self-satisfaction as he went on, addressing the tailor. “If there’s a veil, you can get rid of it.”

You didn’t think you would ever get used to the way his voice seemed to grate when he was happy with himself.

 “I think my heart might give out if I’m not able to see my beautiful fiancé’s lovely smile.”

~

After meeting Ayato, you began to dream in red.

It was more of a pink, at first – during the first few weeks of his courtship, when the extent of his intrusive affection was a few dendrobiums left on your doorstep and a lingering glance as the handsome young commissioner passed your stall during his weekly stroll through the city market. For a short while, after his possessive habits began to rear their head and you were able to catch his guards in your peripheral more often than not, your subconscious was tinted a near-violent shade of scarlet, the kind that would leave you drenched in your own sweat and half-suffocated by the time you forced yourself to wake up. Recently, since he announced your engagement, they’d taken on a darker shade; choking velvets and deep crimsons blurring the distorted setting as Ayato’s faceless body moved on top of you, as his mouth unhinged and his lashing tongue dragged you down his waiting throat. On your worst nights, he’d tear you apart with his hands, first, divide you into neat, orderly pieces that he could slip past his lips and savor one at a time, one after another, until there was nothing left of you. He’d always preferred you in your most consumable form.

It was ironic, really, considering just how little red he let seep into your waking life. Maybe you had a deficiency; like a pregnant woman craving fish to make up for a lack of calcium. The closest you got to red from the doorway to his study were a few cherry blossoms fluttering past the window, their color dulled by age and their tree nearly stripped bare by the approaching winter. He looked away from his paperwork as you shrugged past the screen door, his pale eyes lighting up as he saw the tea tray in your hands. It was Thoma’s handiwork, but you doubted Ayato cared. He wanted to see you in the role of a caretaker, playing out the part he wrote for you to the best of your limited acting skills. What happened behind the curtain was none of his concern.

“To what do I owe the honor?” he asked as you set the tray on his desk. “I can’t remember the last time you visited me on your own.”

You flashed him a small smile. “Can’t I dote on my soon-to-be husband freely?”

He visibly straightened at the word ‘husband’, a familiar zeal infecting his expression. There was a quirk to his grin, a light tap to his thigh, and the tea went ignored as you obediently fell into his lap, your legs hanging over the side of his chair as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you snug against him. If he was a monster, he’d be one with a thousand hands and a million fingers; he couldn’t seem to go a full minute without clutching at your hips, groping at your chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a deep, relieved sigh. “Husband,” he repeated back to you, all spellbound awe and deceiving wonder. “Archons, I can’t wait to be your husband.”

You wondered, sometimes, if it was his childhood that made him the way he was. After so many years of loneliness, so many tiny disappointments and frigid betrayals, you could only imagine he’d be eager to grab the first warm body he could and refuse to let you go. But, he let Ayaka come and go as she pleased, and seemed to take a certain delight in sending Thoma off on long-winded, far-flung errands. Whatever cruelty his upbringing had bred, it was clearly reserved for you.

His hand slid underneath the slit of your yukata, his breath turning hot and unpleasant against your collarbone, and you drew back with an airy laugh. “I do have an ulterior motive,” you admitted, hoping his curiosity would offset his insatiability, if only for a few seconds. “It’s about my wedding dress.”

“The breathtaking and priceless dress I’m having made by the nation’s most talented tailors so that all of Inazuma will know that I’m marrying the most beautiful person in Teyvat?” He raised his head, clicking his tongue. “What about it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” you said, because he wouldn’t listen to you if you didn’t and you needed him to listen to you. “It’s just— I’m such a long way from home, and I know my family won’t be able to come, but—” You cut yourself off, swallowing back the bile that threatened to spoil your sweet smile. “I was hoping we’d be able to incorporate my mother’s dress, somehow. If it’s not too late.”

It wasn’t. You’d been tracking the progress of his tailors meticulously, counting down the days until your wedding like a prisoner waiting for their execution date, and if it was one of his whims, another row of bedding added onto the sleeves or a new embroidery pattern worked onto the train, you knew that there’d be all the time in the world to make any adjustments he asked for. Still, his smile wavered, a brief sigh slipping past his lips as he shook his head. “My love,” The petname lulled off of his tongue as if it’d been coated in sugar and syrup and all the worst things you could think of. “That’s quite the risk to take. The poor thing’s so old, it might fall apart as soon as the tailor’s needle touches it.”

He'd been crueler, before – called the dress a rag as he looked at you with disdain-tinted pity, swore that your reliance on the filthy relic must’ve been caused by some inherent failure of your homeland – but your heart still clenched just a little tighter in your chest at his veiled disdain. “I’d like to try, at least.” Your hands curled around his collar, your frown taking on a more pleading note. “Please, my lord?” A pause, a tightened hold. “Please, Ayato?”

It was his given name, loving and tender and so rarely spoken in your voice, that did him in. He relented with an airy groan, letting his head roll forward in faux exasperation. “We’ll see.”

You beamed, but he was too lost in you to notice, already preoccupied with pressing open-mouthed kisses into your shoulders, your neck. The sash of your yukata was drawn loose, your sleeves pulled down to your elbows and your body shifted onto his desk, where he could spread your legs apart and bury his face between them. Your eyes drifted back to the cherry blossoms trickling past the window, but whatever tree they’d been falling from had finally been stripped bare. All you could see was the bright, cloudless sky – blue enough to leave you burnt and begging for a storm.

~

Two springs ago, the Kamisato Estate had been overrun with finches.

It’d been a comedy of errors, in hindsight. Ayaka had taken up a fondness for a new kind of flower – one native to Sumeru, introduced to her by an outlander with golden hair and knowing eyes. Thoma, the miracle worker that he was, quickly found a way to propagate it in the estate’s garden, and within the month, little violet blossoms had consumed all that they could reach despite the best efforts of the gardeners to keep them in-check. It would’ve been a delightful problem to have on its own, but the peak of the infestation happened to align with an annual migration of a type of finch that happened to hold a particular shining for a plant with a similar shape and color and— well, anyone could’ve guessed what happened next.

It was a nightmare for Thoma and the other groundskeepers and, since Ayato was staying in the city on business, paradise for you. You spent your days in the courtyard, showing the servants’ children how to braid crowns out of vines and press flowers between the pages of books stolen from Ayato’s personal library. You and Ayaka fed seeds to the red-crowned invaders and coaxed them close enough to pet and sketch, as little talent as you had for the latter, and she listened as you rambled excitedly about the crane-headed whistles you used to make every summer for a very wealthy ornithologist with very slippery fingers. She was just as lonely as her brother, albeit significantly less deranged, and you – trapped, isolated, desperate you – were the perfect victim for her. The two of you were never quite friends, but you came close that spring.

And then, Ayato returned. The flowers were uprooted, the children sent back to their chores, and the finches driven away with nets and stones and salt. You sobbed for hours the day the final flock left, and by means of consolation, Ayato presented you with a blue-speckled wren in a cage of pure silver, silk flowers bound to the bars with yellow ribbons as a reminder of your lost haven. To this day, you still aren’t sure if he meant it to be as cruel of a gift as it was.

You made it all of two days before risking another month spent shackled to Ayato’s bed and sneaking past the guards posted at the estate’s frontmost gates, the golden cage tucked against your chest. You released it in the woods, somewhere with plenty of tree cover and places to hide while it remembered how to be a wild creature, and watched with a smile as it fluttered past the cage’s door and into the open air, eventually landing on the leaf-littered ground.

It hopped all of three tiny steps before a fox emerged from the underbrush and swallowed it whole.

~

“Are you still with us, love?”

You should’ve gone limp. You should’ve acted as if the pain had gotten to you. You should’ve pretended you were dead to the world and that you couldn’t feel his cock languidly thrusting into you and that you’d gone numb to the searing iron slowly cooling into against the small of your back but, for as resentful as your mind was to him, your body was entirely subservient to Ayato. You tried to respond verbally, and when your voice caught in your throat, you forced yourself to nod, the motion small and shaky. Ayato rewarded you with a breathy chuckle, a fleeting touch to the curve of your spine. A hundred pinpricks of purified agony accompanied his touch.

The silver brand had been commissioned from the finest metal crafters in Inazuma City, made to resemble the warped camellia that was the Kamisato Clan’s crest, and you let out an agonized scream as Ayato drew it back and pressed a calloused thumb into the tender patch of burnt skin. “You always do make such pretty noises for me.” He circled the shape of the white-hot bloom, drawing out another ragged whimper. “It’s a shame I only get to hear them when you misbehave.”

You wanted to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness, but try as you might, you couldn’t seem to remember what you’d done wrong. You hadn’t tried to run away. You hadn’t talked to any of the servants. You hadn’t done anything aside from smile and sit beside him as he spoke with the head of another clan – an older man whose eyes burnt into you for the entirety of their brief conversation. As far as you could tell, he was just a particularly shameless nobleman trying to decipher the curiosity that was the Yashiro Commissioner’s reclusive bride, but Ayato hated letting other men gawk at you at the best of times. Such prolonged exposure would’ve surely brought out the worst of his possessive habits.

You felt something tighten in your chest, catch in your throat, but you only realized you were crying when Ayato’s lips ghosted over your cheek, the gentleness of the gesture quickly replaced with the brutality of his fingers tangled in your hair, your head forced down and into the plush of his bed. You body threatened to collapse, but his free hand fell to your hip, keeping your back arched and your ass raised as he ground lazily into your cunt, in no rush to put you out of your suffering. “I think,” he groaned, lust heavy in his voice. “We’re going to have a big family. Half a dozen kids, at least.”

You beat your fists against the mattress, shaking your head violently, and he twitched inside of you. “They’ll have your eyes,” he went on, a sadistic delight in his voice. “And my swordsmanship, and I’ll love them as much as I love you.” He paused, the head of his cock scraping against something deep and vulnerable inside of you. “Well, almost as much as I love you. As much as I can.”

You tried to struggle, to get away from him, but Ayato held you close, his grip as unrelenting as his slow, aching tempo. With a calculated sort of grace, he leaned towards you, slotting his chest against your back and bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear. “You don’t think it’s too soon to start, do you, darling?”

All you could do was try and fail to scream in response.

~

The first gift Ayato ever gave to you was a necklace the color of freshly split sapphires.

He insisted that you not think of it as a present, that you consider it little more than justified repayment for an item from your stall broken by the clumsy fingers of one of his couriers, but it was a present, it couldn’t be anything else. His courier had paid for the ruined pottery days prior, and yet, he’d sought you out in person to apologize with that sun-bright smile, to let his fingertips brush against yours as he passed you a satin-lined case with a perfect, ocean-blue velvet choker tucked safely inside. It was a beautiful thing, embellished with silver and dripping with transparent crystals, but you’d liked the color most of all. It’d reminded you of Ayato, and there’d been a time when you treasured any excuse to think of him.

You’d worn it the first time you saw each other properly, too. The occasion wasn’t formal enough to warrant something so needlessly extravagant, but you couldn’t seem to stop smiling for the entirety of your brief-meal-turned-seven-hour-conversation, and as your night came to an end, perched on the edge of a cliff underneath the Raiden Shogun’s palace and breathless from laughing, he told you that if you weren’t careful, he might just fall in love with you. You’d told him that, if he waited a few more days, you might fall in love with him, too.

You’d been wearing the same necklace when he broke your heart for the first time. It’d been an overcast day, the sky a clouded blueish grey and the shogun’s fury just barely audible in the far distance. He told you, with that perfect grin and those lonely eyes, that it really was terribly improper for the lover of a commissioner to run some meager stall in a sweat-soaked market, that he owed you better than a cramped room on the outskirts of the city where you had to wade through hours of farmland to reach anything of importance. When you said that you enjoyed your work, that you adored the back-breaking labor of your craft and loved having neighbors who would leave baskets of cabbage and lavender melon on your doorstep in exchange for misshapen cups and off-pattern bowls, he laughed as if you’d said the funniest thing in the world and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you into a kiss deep enough and sweet enough to make you forget whether or not you’d agreed with him.

You were brought to the Kamisato estate less than a full month later and had yet to leave since.

~

The final garment was delivered two weeks before your wedding day. You watched from your pavilion as Ayato met the courier at the estate’s gates, accepting a large package wrapped in scarlet silk and brushing off the guards’ attempts to carry it on his behalf. You were embroidering, that day – a delicate, time-consuming art that Ayato praised in comparison to the messy, unpredictable medium of clay. You loathed the monotony of it, the strictness of the patterns, but it meant Ayato was less likely to break your fingers when he found you scrounging away spare mora in the hopes of some perpetually eventual escape and so, you embroidered.

“My mother’s dress,” you said, as soon as he was close enough to hear you. The wooden hoop was forgotten in your lap as you stared up at him, hope written clearly across your expression. “Do you know what they did with it?”

His grin widened. “Eager, are we?” You nodded frantically, and he added, “If I’d didn’t know better, I’d say you care about a dress more than your own betrothed.”

He settled next to you, the package laid across his thighs. He moved to unwrap it, then pivoted – his attention shifting as his gloved hand took hold of your wrist. He’d been touching you more delicately, lately, something you couldn’t help but link with his long-brewing but only recently materialized desire for children. It was a problem you elected to deal with later on, after the wedding, if only for your own inability to process just how horrific of a problem it was.

(There was a part of you which knew, even before your conscious mind could bear to accept it, that you would never be able to love something he put inside of you. Ayato’s obsession was enduring, able to feed off of nothing and contort reality to suit its needs, but your love had always been a rational thing, bound to end the moment it became inconvenient to house. Your love for your homeland died with your mother. Your love for Ayato died with your abduction. And, whatever love you could’ve had for a child— no, a shackle would die the moment the foul creature was born. You could hold no affection for a child that was made in Ayato’s image, that would be cleaved from your flesh for the sake of his happiness, and if by some miracle you did love the monstrosity, then you could only assume it would be because you’d abandoned all hope for yourself. Both futures seemed equally grim.)

“Ayato,” you simpered, leaning against his side. “Please?”

He rolled his eyes, playing soft as he handed you the oversized package. “It should be wrapped separately. I said I didn’t want to see the finished product until the day-of.”

Your hands shook as you undid the many knots. A smaller bundle sat within, separate from the tumor of ivory fabric you forced yourself not to linger on, and you took it up with a desperate sort of keenness, practically trembling as you tore it open with no regard for the integrity of its packaging. The crimson silk was torn away to reveal—

Blue.

Dark, never-ending blue.

“The color came out so beautifully. I’m glad you protested the way you did – otherwise, I might’ve never known we were missing something on our wedding day.” This time, you didn’t fight as he tore the remains of your mother’s dress out of your hands, holding out a sash the shade of apathetic night. You searched for something familiar, for something you could use to ground yourself, but it was absent of all recognizability, desecrated to the point of being all-but alien to you. “It had to be dyed, of course, but I’ve been told the process only cost it a moment of its integrity. The tailors—”

You blinked, but your vision remained black when you opened your eyes. Your body was lurching forward, and then you were in Ayato’s arms, limp and buzzing. Ayato was laughing, as shocked as you were drained, and you made no effort to pull away from him. “My poor little wife. I know – the anticipation’s almost too much to bear.” He pressed a kiss into your forehead. “Why don’t we spend some time together, like we used to? I think I can push my obligations aside for the day, considering the occasion.”

You didn’t respond, but he gathered into his arms regardless. He had always seemed to prefer you as dead weight.

~

You did end up in red on your wedding day, but you doubted you’d be getting married, anymore.

His own sword slid and out of his back with a wet, gripping noise – only interrupted when the blade slipped in your hands and hit bone rather than viscera. Blood splattered against the white of your kimono with every plunge, staining the susceptible fabric easily and leaving you struggling to keep your feet underneath you as the puddle of scarlet grew deeper, as the screen walls began to drip and your lungs filled with copper and iron. Ayato, the ever-worried lover that he was, had come to check on you before the ceremony, fussing over your blank eyes and the tear-tracks that had ruined your make-up twice, by then. He’d been concerned, but giddy, unable to keep himself away from you despite his many promises of tradition and decor.

He'd made it three, maybe four minutes before beginning to toy with the clasps running down your chest.

You’d taken up the first thing you saw – a hand mirror gilded with shining rose gold – and brought it down on his head.

That, on its own, would’ve left him with a scar and little else, but you’d worked quickly, drawing the sword from its sheath on his belt and bringing it down into anything that seemed vital, anything you could reach, anything that bled calming, soothing red. He stopped moving on the fifth strike, his uncalled upon Vision going dull on the sixth, and on the seventh, you heard someone call for the guards.

You waited until you could hear their footsteps before falling to your knees, bringing the point of your blade to your stomach and clenching your eyes shut, praying to any archon who would listen that you’d hit something they couldn’t be healed, that they’d lend you a more merciful fate than another jail cell, another lifetime of entrapment.  You plunged the blade into your stomach and—

And were met with little more than a cold, blunt sensation and a bottomless pit of despair.

You opened your eyes, your gaze flickering from your ice-coated blade to the doorway of your dressing room, now occupied by Kamisato Ayaka, one hand raised and her Vision pulsing at her side. Guards rushed in on either side of her, grabbing at your shoulders and wrists, but your stare never left Ayaka, her parted lips, her flushed cheeks.

Her bright eyes, just as blue and just as lonely as her brother’s had ever been.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Downfall | Yan! Ayato

yandere Ayato x fem! Reader

Pt. 1

Warnings: general yandere themes, obsessive and possessive thoughts/behaviors, mention of verbal abuse, implied power abuse, mention of blood and vomit, minor character death, stalking, implied threats/past threats, self-harm (nothing major nor was it done in a way that was supposed to cause injury knowingly), broken rips, mention of a one-sided fight. Tell me if I miss anything please.

disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the toxic or dangerous thoughts and behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of these actions and  thoughts should be considered romantic or even normal as they extremely toxic and dangerous. 

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

Reader used to be a crazy stalker and it bites her in the ass.

A/N: I spent days on this only to end up with 5 pages.

Unedited.

Wordcount: 2588k

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You used to be obsessed with him.

With the way his light blue hair would sway in the wind and bounce with very step he took. The way his eyes would light up and turn into purple gems whenever he saw something he was interested in. The polite smile he would show the people whenever he made one of his rare appearances. The fresh scent of rain that followed him everywhere and left traces of it behind. A handsome young man who held so much power in the palm of his hand yet was treated as a puppet.

You used to be obsessed with him, Kamisato Ayato.

No, to be completely honest, you were obsessed with the idea of him, rather than the real him. Flesh and bones that you couldn’t touch, the voice you barely, if ever, heard, eyes that never looked at you – all of it didn’t cease your longing for the man for a good while. A lovesick fool who let her interest become an obsession over a man she only shared one simple conversation with. If you could even call it that.

It was nothing more than an exchange of words for politeness.

Yet it somehow fueled your curiosity about the man. Maybe it was the thought of a silly romance like ones you’ve bought in the form of light novels. Giggling at the thought of a forbidden romance that would survive no matter what came there way. Desperate for something to distract you from the bleak life you led, you emerged yourself in them. And, unfortunately, after a while, you were a bit too influential.

Reality and fiction started to mix, and before long, you became obsessed with it. With him.

The way you met could be called romantic. But considering what took place afterwards – obsessing over him, becoming his stalker – it wasn’t. It was the start of something painful, dark and twisted. It was the start of your downfall.

You still remember it, sadly – accidentally bumping into him as you sneaked out from your house. You were younger then, young and hardheaded. Still are, but not to the same degree, and certainty not over the same thing. Apparently, he was also sneaking out, if what he said was true. He held a finger up to his lips, prompting you to keep it a sweet little secrete between the two of you. Of course, you agreed – it was a rebellion, in a way.

It made a wildfire grow in you; blooming flowers that couldn’t be kept tamed anymore. It made you feel alive and was like a scene out of a light novel. It distracted you from your jaded day-to-day life.

And you clung onto it like it was your lifeline.

Looking back at it, you supposed that it was normal to feel butterflies futtering away in your chest. He was your first ‘love’, first secret to be kept, first experience that didn’t involve behaving like the perfect daughter. And if it had stopped there, simple daydreams of starting a secret relationship with him without acting on it, it would have been fine. But it didn’t stop there, instead it grew like weeds that were sapping up everything that made you, well, you.

You became a deranged stalker, constantly trying to find ways to get closer to him. To make him notice you, any attention considered good, even if it was disgust You wanted his eyes on you, thoughts full of you – you wanted to haunt like a nightmare that was treated as salvation. Like he was to you.

His downfall, his savior, it didn’t matter – you just wanted to be part of his life. And, well, it was obvious that something was on your mind. That you had changed, like a Yokai had possessed you over night. And it could have been that you wished it was. Something – someone – else to take the blame for you.

But it wasn’t.

Letters and gifts that were addressed to him that should have been ripped apart and burned. Catching a glance of him whenever he made one of his rare public appearances, engraving the sight to memory, his white suit always standing out among dull colors of the crowd. Eyes that held nothing but obsession that belonged to you – it makes you sick. All of your past actions make your stomach churn, shame and embarrassment filling you up like water.

There was more that you did. More extreme things that almost claimed your life:

Attempting to join the Yashiro Commission.

Now, in the present, you question how come you were never arrested for charges of stalking. Of how you weren’t watched like a hawk, making sure you didn’t make any unusual or dangerous movements that could pose a threat. You should have been on a watch list, if not thrown in jail.

It was only later that you would find out that yes, you were watched. You were tracked like prey, the predator waiting for the perfect chance to strike. You didn’t notice the stares back then, didn’t hear the light footsteps that would surround you, only wondering why it felt eerie even during the day. Red flags always look normal when you’re wearing rose-tinted glasses.

Extreme training that left you sore for days, broken limps and black eyes – a sacrifice you were willing to make back then. The Yashiro Commission was looking for new recruits, and despite not having any talent for ninjutsu or combat, you tried your luck. The training program took you in, expecting you to improve at least enough to officially join. But you never did, always lagging behind like a snail racing against a fox.

You weren’t suited for the Yashiro Commission and the Yashiro Commission wasn’t suited for you.

Denial can be a scary thing. It can make someone refuse to see the errors of their ways, continuing to ruin themselves for something that wasn’t even worth a second of their time. And you were full of denial after the first time of failing the test. And the second time that left you with bruises for days, the third time you were knocked out for days. You just kept… failing over and over again

And each and every time, you would beg for another chance, on your hands and knees with your forehead almost touching the ground. They would accept every time, and looking back at it now, you’re not sure if it was because they pitied you or because they were under orders to do so. The second one makes more sense, was more likely, just by the looks they would share with each other – uncertainty that stained their eyes like dye. Your dignity was thin and snapped easily whenever it came to anything that remotely involved that man.

Dignity that slowly but surely came back throughout the years, the less obsessed you became whenever you bothered to think about it. It was three years you spent chasing and stalking Ayato, questioning yourself. Did you really want this? Or did you clung onto something that felt different without real cause? It consumed your thoughts, constantly trying to justify your behavior only to doubt yourself moments after.

The clearer your thoughts became, the more you started to act like your past self – lively, social, friendly. Logical.

And then, the incident that helped you make your final decision.

It was a training exercise that went terribly wrong. An ambush of Treasure Hoarders that singled out the newbies – or least skilled – and lured them away from the main group. But it should have been obvious, from how the wind felt, the extra pair of footsteps that tried to align with yours – suspicious. But you didn’t say anything, thinking it was part of the exercise. Mistake number one.

Mistake number two was when you separated from rest of the group when you heard someone calling for you. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, right? It was a gamble, what you would come across, a gamble you thought was harmless, only to get beaten so had you came out alive with two broken ribs and a black eye. The taste of blood, dirt and vomit engraved itself into your memory, never forgetting it even months after the fact. Even now, sometimes you think you can hear your ribs crack again.

An arrow engulfed with electro, landing straight in the treasure hoarder’s chest, a gloved hand that covered your eyes as a smooth voice told you to rest – Kujou Sara was the one who rescued you. Apparently, her and her trope was in patrol and just happened to overhear the commotion. A miracle? Was it something he planned? You’re not sure.

You’d like to think it was a miracle, that General Kujou wouldn’t listen to a man like him. A snake that coils itself around you, strangling you. Each breath you take could be your last, each sight you see could turn blind. Each step you take could crippled you. Everything you do was noted down as you were followed. You guess that now, he would claim it was for your safety.

Three months spent in bed, being watched over by a doctor, any sort of freedom gone – like you couldn’t be trusted to stay out of trouble. Perhaps it was here, when you finally accepted the fact, you needed to stop that lifestyle. That the ‘love’ you held for Kamisato Ayato was nothing more than a dangerous obsession. You had lost yourself to the void only to be brought out of it by a close encounter with death. It’s laughable.

You didn’t have any close family, living with a grandmother who was emotionally distant. Verbal abuse that would be replaced with a warm meal, never fully apologizing for what she said or did. One of the reasons you drowned yourself in a sea of light novels and friends, which pointed out that you were getting caught too deep in. You brushed off their worries like dust, a tight smile as you objected. Something else you would soon come to regret.

You left the program with nothing but a letter, handing it to the officer in charge. He took it, read it, and begged you stay. Like he was in fear of his promotion being taken away. You had smiled, squatting down to his height as he bowed on the ground. You pat his head, whisper traveling with the wind as you told him you couldn’t do this anymore.

And you had left, just like that.

And well, recovery from your mental state was quite the journey. Denial, shame, guilt, laughter and cries – it swallowed you whole. It left you awake late at night, staring at the sky filled with shining stars as everyone else was asleep. It cleared you mind, giving you a second chance at life. Peaceful, it was starting to become peaceful.

It only lasted for two months, however.

Letters you wrote that were returned to you in the dead od night, the gifts you made left in cute little boxes that were tied with the finest of silk. Flowers you didn’t even recognize left in front of your door, your name written on a piece of paper – it disturbed you. Horrified and scared you. Because it meant they remembered, knew and wouldn’t let you forget. You were sure of it.

It was a warning.

And now, back to the present, you got your answer.

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“Excuse me, Lord Kamisato,” you try to push past him, only for him to stop you with one simple word. You’ve been bumping into him more lately, these days. You thought it was a coincidence the first few times, finding the Yashiro Commissioner buying boba tea or even giving one of his rare speeches. Handling things behind the scenes was usually what he did, staying away from the prying eyes of the public. According to his sister, miss Ayaka, he was never one to like attention.

Only when it comes from you though, it seems.

“Ah, it’s been a while, (name).” A smile that looks a little too sweet, a look in his eyes that sends chills down your spine. A gloved hand reaches up, removing a Sakura petal from your hair. You want to bite those digits off.

“Has it? I remember quite clearly that we saw each other last week,” hiding your frown behind your sleeve as you play coy. It was the only thing you could do, in a situation like this. If you let your fears of the man overtake you, he’ll get cockier, sly even. If you held your head up high, nose pointed away from him, he resorts to meaner plans. So, you are forced to play coy – not too prideful, but enough of it to where it forces him to take a step back.

This game of cat and mouse drives you insane, leaving you to scream into pillows and pull your hair out like a madwoman.

“Ah… yes, of course. But last week could have been the last time we saw each other –,”

“The weather is nice today. We should enjoy it while it lasts. Individually. It’s nicer that way, isn’t it?” You interrupt him, hands clammy as you hide them behind your back. Your smile holds nothing but bitterness that turns his mood the least bit sour.

“Being alone with your thoughts isn’t always a good thing,” Ayato takes another step towards you, light blue hair shining in the sunlight. He looks like an angel. Shame he was closer akin to a devil or demon.

“My thoughts are better company than many others.” The way his eyes narrows lets you know you’re starting to cross a very thin line. Resentment dwells inside you, the longer you look at him the more power the urge to throttle him becomes. But he’s a vision holder, powerful both in terms of strength and politics. He was a lion while you were a rabbit.

He mulls over what to say next. Perhaps a warning or maybe he’ll offer – force – a tea invitation upon you. Something you can’t reject, lest you’ll be followed by the Shumatsuban more intensely once more. Usually, he would have grabbed a hold of you, and ‘politely’ suggest you take his invitation. But you’re currently surrounded by herds of people, some gawking at the sight and others minding their business.

He still has an image to maintain, willingly or not.

“My lady,” he starts off, a placid smile painting his features. It doesn’t reach his eyes or match his tone. “It would be an honor to take a stroll with you. While the day is beautiful, it pales in comparison to you.” Gently, he takes your hand the moment you show it by instinct, bringing up to his lips to deliver a kiss to the back of it.

It takes everything in you to not gag.

“My Lord… this is inappropriate behavior to display in public.” The hairs stand on the back of your neck. Your body is creaming at you to run and hide. You really were a rabbit, a meek and defenseless rabbit ready to be eaten.

Ayato, damn the bastard, offers another smile. Your other hand, still hidden behind your back, clenches. Nails dig into your palm deep enough to draw blood. You want to pull your hand back and slap him for even touching you. You want to scream bloody murder.

“You used to be so loyal to me… if only you still were.”

You were the cause of your own downfall.

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine a Yandere Kamisato Ayato who would do anything to make you his.

Imagine a meticulous Yandere Ayato who would slowly but surely isolate you from the rest of the world, would make sure you have no one to run into but him and only him. He did not even know when it start, was it the first time he have met you? Or was it during the times in his lowest and you were there to comfort him? He don't know, but if there was something he knew other than to make his clan prosperous again, that is to make you his and only his.

Imagine it started with rumors. It started with nonsense rumors into harmful rumors that surely affect you. The way people looks at you, the way you knew they were talking about you. You did not even do anything wrong and yet they kept talking about you. "What's wrong hmmm? Can you tell me what's wrong (First name)?" "... My lord..." He will make sure he would be the only person you could open up to. He thought as he felt a shiver down his spine as you pull him into an embrace, sniffing and holding on into him as you cried. Just like who you were there at his lowest, he would make sure he was there too, even if he was the cause of that downfall that you would never knew.

Imagine Yandere Ayato who would do anything to have you as his spouse despite the disapproval of his retainers. Be it means blackmailing or wiping them clean with all sorts of reasons of corruption. Yandere Ayato whom when he finally have you in the palm of his hands, would make sure to never let step outside the estate. Saying the world is to dangerous for you to venture. That as long as you stay by his side, you'll be safe and sound, away from the danger and humors going and might come into you. The truth is you've always been so kind, not only to him but also to others, and afraid that that kindness would be taken away from him. He would keep you by his only and only by his side.

Imagine knowing very well of what he was doing. Knowing he was the root of all the rumors that causes your reputation downfall in the lands of Inazuma. "Darling, what do you think of a simple marriage? Just the two of us uhm ugh, and maybe a few guests, my sister- thoma-" "Anything is fine, Ayato." You smile sweetly at him before taking his hand that was place on top of yours and pulling it close on your mouth before giving he back of his hand a kiss. "I'll be here by your side and only by your side, so do whatever you pleased."

Imagine a shiver down his spine, a crazy flustered look on his face, the way his eyes twitch in a bliss of happiness. "Ohhhh how I love you very much, darling." He laughs as he pull you into his arms. "I know Ayato, and I love you too, very, very much." You chuckle and embrace him back, a smirk making it's way on your lips.

Imagine, the thing about a crazy, love sick, manipulative, Yandere Ayato is that you don't mind. Because you were just as crazy and love sick when it comes to him. And knowing your love, loves you as much and as crazy as you were with him. It was trully a great pleasure. "I'm yours, but that means you're mine, okay?"

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 12

12. “You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

Featuring:Kamisato Ayato

TW: Gaslighting, lying

Dear Kamisato Ayato

It has been a while has it not? What time is it now I'm guessing mid-day? That should probably be your 10th cup of Bubble Tea then. My appoliges that was chilidsh I have more pressing matters to talk to you anyway.

As you know I have been living in the Watasumi Island camp fighting for the ressitance for it would be a shame if I didn't use my Anemo vision for the freedom of the people of my country I also would be quite the useless warrior.

Anyway my friends and family on Narukami Island have told me that they have recently been driven out of their home by one of the Tri-Commision I asked them which one but they said 'they had been sworn to secrecy if they didn't want to lose their heads'.

I'm sorry if this sounds rude or anything maybe the people of the ressitance are starting to rub off on me. But by any chance do you know if The Tenreyo commision , The Kanjou commision or did your commision do this?I'm not mad I just want to know.

Your's truly Y/N captain of swordfish I.

Dear Y/N L/N

I would be very sorry to hear that happened to your friends and family except me of course if that wasn't a complete lie.

After I got your letter I went over to see what condition your family was in and they are completly fine. It seemes that you friends have lied to you.They had never even sent you a letter. I would've probably had you executed for wasting my time but You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.

-Kamisato Ayato

Little did you know that most of what Ayato said was a lie. From the fact that your friends and family are ok to your family never even sending you a letter to that you should count yourself lucky.

Because when you get back you will never get rid of Ayato...

Kamisato Y/N sounds amazing does it not?