#yandere kaeya alberich x reader

[throwaway-yandere]

ESTHER (Yandere Idol!Kaeya Alberich/Reader)

CW: bodily harm. 

Alice's note, mother of Klee: I'm not sure why Lumine put you here exactly. I thought you'd end up with Aether– oh but I guess she wants to keep her brother to herself. Keep your guard up around Kaeya, "ESTHER". You'll never know what he's up to.

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Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. You're supposed to be the assistant and Kaeya Alberich is your idol. 

So why the hell does it feel like it's the other way around?

Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. Being the assistant is what you're supposed to do, and Kaeya Alberich is your hero.

He is unnervingly kind. Kaeya would make it a point to pull out seats, open doors, and give you a warm welcome each morning. For someone in your position, this is a big deal. Though it doesn't appear that way in photos and fancams, you were given the responsibility of managing him. Strangely enough, he spoke of what he does as if it were nothing. He'd laugh and say that he treats everyone with the same vigor, and almost mockingly tells you that he's sorry if he "led you on."

It was embarrassing.

Of course, Mister Alberich doesn't have any romantic attraction towards you. You're just his producer, nothing more, nothing less. During the album release celebration, he made that extremely apparent. Kaeya even went into detail about how you're just not his type and went so far as to offer a date if you were deeply saddened by his rejection. Needless to say, you were more than thankful that he confronted you alone on the balcony. However, you can't help but reserve some doubts regarding his sincerity so you spend your alone time pondering his words.

Fortunately, Diluc saw your dilemma.

"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

Without Diluc whispering rather earnestly to clear your head, you don't know how long you would've stayed on the balcony. You didn't understand what Mister Ragnvindr meant by that, but he was kind enough to (finally) give you his contact number. He insisted that if his adopted brother were to trouble you again "psychologically or otherwise", you should ring him up. 

When you went to work the next day, Kaeya already knew about your secret exchange. Not like he was being subtle about it.

"Good evening, Sir Alberich."

"Hmm, I think you're in the wrong room, Mx. Producer." He smiled so sweetly. It was kinda nauseating, but that was his intention. "Aether's in the lobby– oh, but maybe you're here for my brother?"

You smiled. 

Well, you're just relieved that your two-way joking banters had resumed. You don't want to spend the whole day silently ordering him around.

"Oh, wow, really? I definitely did not just see them both when I got here." You gasped exaggeratedly. "Do you think I should get his autograph?"

Kaeya scoffed, grinning, but his lips were strained and his eyes did not crinkle. He wasn't having a good day, you mentally noted.

"(Y/n)."

"Sir."

"What's my schedule for today?"

You laughed. Kaeya doesn't like it when you nag him. Strangely, he's practically begging to be bugged by asking this question.

"You have to practice for the To Be Reunited play. Act II - Scene 1 to 5. Afterward, you have a business meeting with assistant "Mei" and CEO Alhaitham–"

"Alright, alright, let me rephrase that." Kaeya sighed. His shoulders dropped down, and you realized just how tense he was earlier. "You. What's YOUR schedule for today?"

You raised an eyebrow. 'What are you trying to pull?' is what you want to say but judging from how your "boss" was trying to hide how dejected he looks, you're not going to push your luck.

"Same as yours, Sir Alberich." You told him nonchalantly.

"When are you– when are we BOTH free, then?"

"Around 3 to 5 PM."

"How fortunate." He grabbed his phone, typing something down. "Let's grab some chicken-mushroom skewers later– look forward to this." 

You shrugged. "Mushroom soup is better. Allow me to pay for it at least–"

"Can't hear you right now over the sound of me being SOOOO busy, (Y/n)."

"Heh. What a drama queen."  

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"Kaeya...?"

You unlocked his apartment's door.

He hasn't gone to work for days. Although three leaves of absence may not seem concerning, as a well-known idol, this is a producer's worst nightmare. His location said his phone is here, so you're acting under the assumption that he wouldn't leave without it. Although this act theoretically constitutes an invasion of privacy, you are desperate to find out why he suddenly went up and vanished.

"Listen– I brought some chicken-mushroom skewers!!! And one bowl of mushroom soup but that's not important..." You muttered the last sentence.

SHUT!!!

"Didn't your parents warn you not to enter a man's house so recklessly?"

In a blink of an eye, Kaeya was in front of you. His clothes were unkempt and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway. 

His starry cerulean eyes were melancholically breathtaking.

No– his starry cerulean eye.

You were so mesmerized and concerned that you didn't realize he had you backed up against the wall.

"What... What happened?" You traced your thumb lightly across his bandaged face. The gauze was not clean. This wound was recent. Regardless of what facts you found out, you couldn't fathom just who would try to hurt Kaeya like this. "Who did this? Who did this to you?!"

"Took you long enough." He muttered. 

Kaeya drew back slightly, but he refused to remove the hand that trapped you in this position. You reached out to grab your phone– to contact Diluc– but his large hand stopped you.

"Kaeya–"

"I did some digging a few days ago." Kaeya chuckled. His breath caressed your cheeks, but you can't move away. His free hand dangerously moved to cup your neck. "My dearest (Y/n), your name is already perfect the way it is. But why do hide behind the name ESTHER as well?"

You gulped. Shit.

"ESTHER."

They have a devoted following on all social media platforms. On their blog, ESTHER frequently engages with fans and posts fan-made content. Some might even dare to "delete" them by creating a phony account, but they are far too credible for such malicious slander.

What is "ESTHER" known for, exactly?

Well... 

"What does 5wirl have that ADDICKTZ don't? ADDICKTZ is the leading idol group. So how, I–" Kaeya's hollow laughter echoed. "–I'm sorry, I just don't get it. We're the group with the most fans, so why are you running a fan account for 5wirl– hell– why are you running a fan account for their stylist, Scaramouche? Why are you so prying– so nosy when it's about them? Aren't you the least bit curious about my past?"

His hold on your neck grew significantly firmer. You can still breathe, yet breathing felt wrong.

"You've..." His lips quivered, and his voice was now soft and weak. "You've never posted anything about me. Why? Was I not good enough for you? Everyone has their secrets, but this isn't a secret. This is quite the betrayal." 

He spat. "Is it true? Is it true that you wanted to join TEYVAT productions for a chance to be Aether's producer?"

You bit your lip.

You don't know the first thing of the hell you've put him through. Kaeya tried being just like Aether– he acted like a dog around you begging for more orders but he was met with your perplexed face instead. It just wasn't fair. 

Fitting how the name ESTHER also means "to hide or conceal." Guess you're both lying by omission, then.

"Kaeya..."

You yelped as he placed his head on the crook of your neck. His cold earring touched your shoulder, making you flinch. Kaeya whimpered. "Luck must hate me so much if it made me fall in love with someone who hates the cold."

Reluctantly, you wrapped your arm around his back, patting him. "Kaeya, you're still bleeding. Let's get you cleaned up."

"... So you're just going to ignore my confession, ESTHER?"

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"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

"Why, because he has a crush on me?"

"... You're a nosy person. I'm sure you already have the answer to that question."

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You laughed which made him hold you tighter. It was not a good time to laugh.

"Kaeya, let's focus on–"

"I know you hate confrontation but are you seriously running away now?" Kaeya looked down. Your shoulder feels soaked, and you can't tell if it's from his blood or his tears. "Please don't leave me. There's no way they'll let me stay as an idol now. I'm not blind– I know I'm a damaged product now and you'll leave me so–"

Hearing all this breaks your heart. This was not the confident Kaeya Alberich you worked with.  

And You? Leaving a nice man like him? Not a chance. 

Your heart won't allow it.

"Shhhhh... I-I'm not running away. I'd never leave you." You stuttered. "I'll tell you all that you need to know, but you have to let me help you."

Kaeya perked up.

Your guess was right.

He was crying.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good."

Kaeya grinned.

Wonderful. His first strategy was a bust, but who knew you could be manipulated with just a few fake tears?

It seems like cutting his eye was a bright idea. Two birds, one stone. He gets to leave the company and you'll remain by his side. Kaeya can no longer tolerate living in his more successful brother's shadow, so he'll leave in the best way he can. 

Kaeya Alberich is a desperately lonely man. No fame can ever soothe the emptiness he's been dealt with.

He'll blame Diluc for this and pretend to be the bigger man. Of course, he's not going to take his older brother to court, he cares about him! Keep this incident a secret. But having one eye can be such a pain, please be there to help poor Kaeya out.

After all, you promised you'll stay and tell him everything, didn't you?

Ansytea: THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE YANDERE!IDOL EVENT ESTHER ANON :DD

[ddarker-dreams]

Stalemate. Yan Kaeya x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, and mentions of alcohol. Word count: 3k. 

You never understood the appeal of training dummies.

In the midst of a heated battle, it goes without saying that your enemy won’t remain perfectly stationary, oh so generously offering infinite openings to attack. Some might say that at the very least, it helps instill the basics. You would argue otherwise. The resistance of cutting through wood with your blade is nowhere near the same as slicing through flesh and bone. This aversion led you to never use this section of the Knight’s expansive training ground. That, and Ellin had a tendency to hover about the place like it was her secondary home. She’d sooner talk her opponent’s ear off than land a clean hit.

Fortunately for you, she’s currently nowhere to be seen. You have the entire location to yourself. And this mindless task of committing a frontal assault on an inanimate object is just the outlet you need.

For tonight, you will either be putting an end to your most pressing problem or birthing a new litany of them.

This restlessness borne from fear of the unknown is new in its sheer intensity. The only other touchstone you have to compare this trepidation would be the night before a pressing mission, when sleep becomes an elusive mistress. At least then the parameters could be understood without much fuss — the stakes painted in black and white. You’d either fail or succeed. The same could not be said for this endeavor. No matter how much foresight you employed or the long hours you dedicated to planning, the ‘enemy’ in this case is too fickle to define. Not for a lack of trying on your part. You did your research, as understanding your opponent is the most basic tenet to any fight.

Treasure hoarders want profit. The Fatui desire diplomatic gains. Hilichurls are territorial. Simple, simple. Any deviations from this were still branches on the same tree. They never totally departed from these common values.

The same could not be said for Kaeya Alberich. You’d classify him as an anomaly. And it’s just your luck that this anomaly happens to be what you’re forced to deal with.

The next hit you land on the crude dummy sends it catapulting across the ground.

You blink, shifting your stance from offensive to neutral. The wood all but shatters like glass upon its unceremonious tumble, pieces breaking off and scattering in multiple directions. You hadn’t intended to use too much force for this very reason. The mere thought of his name must’ve been enough for your muscles to use everything they have. Sighing quietly, you resign yourself to your fate of picking up jagged wood and earning multiple splinters for your trouble. If this was a premonition of things to come, you might just call it an evening and give up prematurely. Sure, it’s likely he’ll pester you for changing your mind, but him being irritating isn’t anything you haven’t dealt with already—

“I hope you weren’t imagining me as that dummy.”

So much for the option to retreat.

“Captain Kaeya,” you greet. The respect such a title implies is nowhere present in your tone. “You’re late.”

He saunters toward you with a smile that promises anything he says next is going to sound like nails on a chalkboard. “And you’re destroying the Knights of Favonius’ property. I hate to say it, but given our recent budget cuts, that might just be a worse infringement.”

“Deduct it from my salary then,” is all you care to say on the subject.

Unsurprisingly, he makes no effort to help you in collecting the scattered pieces. You gather the worst of it and place the pile on some nearby crates. Unabashedly curious as ever, he follows your every movement, not even bothering to act busy to justify his idling.

You wonder at what point he decided to do away with the chivalrous act he once loved to use. To your knowledge, your attitude toward him has never changed; so that couldn’t have been the trigger. The best hypothesis you could come up with is that once he saw acting charming didn’t get him anywhere, he didn’t see the need to put in much effort. Hence his current blasé attitude. When it’s just the two of you present, you treat him the same as one would their pet cat who has made a habit of knocking over their owner’s potted plants. Something in between dismay and minor disappointment.

You save the pieces that are near him for last.

It’s only when you have no choice but to approach that he feigns benevolence, picking up the last obliterated dummy remnant and holding it out like an olive branch. You’re rightfully hesitant to take it, for when you try, he moves away at the very last second. It isn’t unexpected so much as it is annoying.

“I’ve been holding my breath in anticipation all day,” melodramatic as his phrasing might be, you feel it’s not a total exaggeration. “I barely managed to get anything done ever since you paid me a visit with such an unexpected request. Couldn’t you have had mercy and done it a bit later on?”

“I didn’t realize you were so easily distracted.”

“Me either,” Kaeya chuckles. You do not. “Well? Will my patience be rewarded at long last?”

You cross your arms over your chest. He had some audacity to complain after being two hours late for the time he agreed to meet you. Nonetheless, getting flustered over his insolence so early on would be playing right into his hands.

It’s with this in mind that you reveal the reason you asked to meet him after your workday’s completion. “I’d like to accompany you back to your home.”

For quite possibly the first time since you’ve had the displeasure of making him acquaintance, Kaeya seems taken off guard. This surprise is but a momentary flash of lightning in the sky, over and done with as soon as it appeared. Similar to you, he doesn’t like to give away more with his expressions than he has to. The slight slip in his façade is a rare treat that you all but devour.

Kaeya hums, then places the last wood fragment in your now outstretched hand. “Not even going to bother asking me out to dinner first? I’m starting to get why they say romance is dead. That’s far from classy, [First].”

“What I intend to discuss,” you start, the temptation to turn your back so you wouldn’t have to see his self-satisfied face overwhelming, “Is not something I figured you want the public to overhear.”

This proclamation is, without a doubt, the boldest you’ve ever dared to be with your conniving Cavalry Captain. The ground you’re treading is uncharted territory. Throughout his months of schemes, you’ve allowed yourself to be pushed and pulled in multiple directions, only putting up enough resistance to not fall entirely. There was precious little else you could do in your predicament. He knew it, you knew it; you’re certain the mutual understanding brought him great pleasure. So for you to offer resistance even in the slightest is a treat you intend to cherish.

An enigmatic twinkle gleams in his eye. “And what do you mean by that, I wonder?”

Kaeya wants to see how far you’ll go and what boundaries you’ll traipse the lines of. In other words, he’s taking you seriously. Before, you were traipsing the line of no return. Testing the waters. You’ve taken the plunge, and in doing so, reduced your options to drowning or somehow clawing back to the surface.

Unfortunately for him, you’ve never been one to sink so easily.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Shall we?”

Before you can start in the direction of his apartment, he shakes his head, giving you pause.

“As tempting as you inviting yourself over to my home may be, I personally feel I have nothing to hide. So why not take me up on the aforementioned dinner instead? We can go over all the juicy details.”

You assess him without bothering to be discreet. What is he getting at? Surely, he must have some idea of where this conversation is headed, there was no one who could read in between the lines better than Kaeya. The plan hinged upon being able to put all your cards on the table. Would you be able to do that in a public setting? You thought you were prepared to make concessions tonight, you just hadn’t expected to start so early.

A few long seconds pass while you debate your options. Eventually, you give in, determination burning anew to make the best of the unexpected change.

“... You’re treating.”

“Gladly,” his gait and tone are far too leisure for your liking. It all but screams that he’s already getting what he wants, a precedent you don’t want to be set. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t?”

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Angel’s Share is undeniably Kaeya’s turf.

No one bats an eyelash at his special request for a table somewhat removed from the boisterous crowd. There’s enough privacy that you cannot justify backing down from your original goal, yet you’re in the public eye enough to make you question just where this confidence of his is coming from. And more importantly, if it’s deserved, or a false display of bravado to throw you off guard. You’ve yet to arrive at a conclusion.

The dinner has passed without major incident, lukewarm exchanges on your part and provocative comments on his. He does most of the talking while you give replies short enough to hinge on impoliteness. If this bothers him, you’d never be able to tell, for he speaks with enough enthusiasm to put a seasoned bard to shame.

It isn’t until he finishes up his third glass of Death After Noon that the real business for the evening is broached. “You can come out and say it whenever.”

The invitation is far from necessary — you were ready to do just that whenever the timing felt right.

“As you wish,” you take the posture of a diplomat preparing for heated negotiations. Squaring your shoulders, setting your mouth in a straight line, and maintaining unflinching eye contact. He might be acting dull from alcohol, but you know better than to believe such an obvious bluff. He’s sharp enough to cut should you not be careful.

“I want you to stop interfering with my career and my life. I want to be allowed on the field again, not cooped up in the Knight’s headquarters doing menial chores where I’m no use to anybody. I am not a maid or a servant. I understand that I joined the Knights later in life than most, but I believe the wealth of knowledge I’ve accrued is being wasted,” you steeple your fingers. “So… it’s with this in mind that I offer you a proposition.”

He doesn’t bother hiding that you’ve piqued his interest.

“Do tell.”

“I’ll be yours in every sense of the word. That is what you want, isn’t it? Complete and total dominion over me? Well, you’ll finally get what you want. Without resistance, without complaint. Just… Kaeya, please. Let me be of actual use to Mondstadt again. The world is getting scarier. Our Grand Master is off on an expedition with no return date. We can’t keep playing this game when people’s lives are on the line.”

When preparing for this moment, you thought you might falter. That despite your battle-hardened nerves, this would be the insurmountable obstacle you’d have no hope of overcoming. It wasn’t just your pride that you were trampling on. It was your life. After spending numerous hours tossing and turning in your bed, searching for some magical solution that’d make this scourge disappear, you found nothing. No easy way out of this maze he’s trapped you in for his own twisted entertainment.

If there was anything being a fighter your entire life taught you, it was how to choose your battles. You couldn’t keep fighting this one.

There are no quips or attempts to lighten the atmosphere, as is typical of the Cavalry Captain. You search his impassive countenance for any clues to know what might come next. Whatever tempest rages in the wasteland of his mind remains a mystery to you. He regards you, his usual coy smile gone. It’s in that instance that you wonder what feels worse: when Kaeya takes you seriously, or when he doesn’t. Both spelled special forms of disaster. The main difference is that you understood the latter far more than the former.

“You really are something special,” he finally admits. You hold your breath in the seconds that follow. “You’ve shown me so little of yourself for the longest time, it’s hard not to feel spoiled after hearing all this. There’s more to you for me to discover than I imagined.”

Your next words are chosen very carefully, like a merchant seconds away from potentially scoring the biggest sale of his life. “Then keep discovering more, Kaeya. You won’t if we keep playing the same game. I’ll make sure of it.”

“The same game…” he muses, testing the term on his tongue. The skin beneath his eyes crinkles. “While I can respect most of what you’ve said, that is where I’ll have to disagree, sweetheart. What we’re playing now is different from what it used to be. Granted, you haven’t bent nearly as much as most would in your situation, but is this not proof that not even you can continue to withstand the pressure?”

Kaeya leans in closer, whether for intimidation or intimacy’s sake, you don’t know. What you do know is that you refuse to cower away.

“I see no reason why I should drastically change our little dynamic that I do so enjoy. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, or the people who inhabit it. They can make do without you. I cannot. Or, to be blunt, I’d prefer not to.”

Frustration boils like a cauldron forgotten over a fire, threatening to spill out and scald everything in the vicinity. You part your lips, then close them just as fast, eyeing the clear amusement on his face. Loath as you are to admit it, he’s right that you’ve shown him the most you ever have about yourself tonight. You’ve offered the tiniest peak into a treasure trove that’s remained otherwise locked. When he stepped in to prevent your transfer to another unit, you said nothing. The times he interfered with you receiving a well-deserved promotion, you’d walk past him in the hallway as if nothing ever occurred. Assignments to dust offices, organize library books, deliver letters, all of these orders meant to rile you up were met with apathy.

You didn’t want to give in then and you’d be damned if you gave in now.

“... Very well,” a Ruin Guard’s robotic rumblings boast more vibrancy than your voice. The jewels he so desperately seeks won’t be put on display so easily again. If he denies you what you want, then you’ll deny him the satisfaction of witnessing your indignation. Simple as that.

He observes you as you sip away at your ice water, an eyebrow raised. “Not gonna try to sell me on the idea anymore?”

“If you want to phrase it that way, then yes,” you shrug.

“Personally, I’d love to hear how you’d phrase it.”

“I’m sure you would, Captain,” another sip. Your grip on the glass is tight but your voice is not. You relax your posture, sinking back into the uncomfortable wooden chair as if it were a throne. When referring to him as his title again rather than his name, a little detail that you know he cares about no matter how hard he tries to hide it, you thought about changing your intonation. Placing extra stress on Captain so that he could feel but an ounce of your spite. You decided that even that would be giving him too much.

Your self-control is rewarded, for he sighs, though the impish smile never leaves his face. It might as well be carved into his flesh from how often you see it.

“You’re breaking my heart here, [First]. I thought we were getting somewhere.”  

“We were,” you agree. “Now we’re not.”

“And what a shame that is.”

“Hm.”

Kaeya beckons for the waiter, presumably to ask for another drink. You were entertaining the thought of dessert before, but your Captain has the unique ability to wipe away your appetite. From your perspective, there’s no point in wasting your time and hanging out any longer with your original goal all but six feet under. The laughter, singing, and occasional crash from drunkards bumbling about have long lost their dwindling charm. For propriety's sake, you don’t storm off or make a scene. You have every intention of remaining until the waiter scurries over so that you can voice a pressing question on your mind.

“I hope you aren’t too upset with me, [First],” he really sounds like he means it too, but you know better. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I think it was a productive evening. This has given me an opportunity to learn more about you. And well, there’s nothing more valuable to me than that.”

While it’s true that he’s learned more about you, the sentiment goes both ways; you feel you understand him better as well. Namely, his priorities, but more important than that, the full extent of what he wants from you. Everything may not have turned out how you wanted, yet you can say with confidence that your opponent is becoming less of a mystery.  

The waiter approaches your table, his apprehension at the tense atmosphere apparent. He was wise in speaking mostly to Kaeya and acting like you didn’t exist. Kaeya requests another drink as you predicted, but before the waiter could make his swift departure, he thrusts the spotlight onto you.

“What about you, [First]? Any other special requests?”

“Actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask for.”

“Be my guest then.”

The softest smile settles on your lips as you turn to face the nervous waiter.

“Please bring the check when you get the chance. Oh, and do me a favor too. Make sure that it’s separate.”

[dear-yandere]

›  tw: alcohol and drug mentions, date rape ‘jokes’, nonconsensual touching, implied noncon, gaslighting if you squint. ›  a/n: not sfw, 18+ only please.

darling @khaenruin​ says: mind if i buy you a drink, sir kaeya? after all, i've heard that death after noon tastes best with good-looking company~ 

♡  — yandere! kaeya alberich

“oya? how can i trust you won’t slip something into my glass when i’m not looking?” he asks, flashing a haughty but drunkenly-lopsided grin. “and don't lie, you’ve been eyeing me up all night. clearly you’re interested in me, it’s only fair to assume you have ulterior motives.” he adds, laughing as if these accusations are commonplace for him.

‘w-what?’ you balk, wondering where he finds the gall to presume such things of you. just how guarded is this man that his first assumption is you're trying to drug him, much less to vocalize that with such gaudy contempt? you were aware that he has quite an unpleasant demeanor after a particularly bad day and a few glasses of drink, but to even doubt the kind offer of someone who wishes to get to know him better...

if you were anyone else, you’d give up right then.

you collect yourself. 

‘sir kaeya... i assure you i’m not a liar nor a criminal. you’re free to check my records if you’d like.’ the wooden stool creaks softly when you shift away from him ever so slightly, under the pretense of fixing your posture. if he’s comfortable accusing you like this, getting any closer might raise eyebrows, and you’d prefer to spend the night anywhere besides a jail cell. ‘though... i’m sure the acting grand master wouldn’t be too pleased with your misuse of civilian records.’ you push. pursing your lips, you focus your attentions on the untouched glass of dandelion wine before you. ‘tell me... is slinging accusations without evidence how the knights operate these days?’ 

kaeya is on edge; despite his aloof exterior, even you can tell that much. he hasn’t taken another sip of his drink since you talked back. if you weren’t so busy suppressing the smile that threatens your lips, perhaps you would’ve noticed that something in his eyes had... clicked, right then.

“quite big talk for someone shaking like a kitten.” he chuckles under his breath. before you can protest, a warm, gloved hand clamps down on your forearm, stilling it from quivers you hadn’t noticed were there. you would have shrieked if he hadn’t closed the distance you created within seconds; his face is mere inches from yours, so close you feel yourself intoxicated by the alcohol in his breath.

in an instant, he reaches down and lays a gentle kiss on your jugular.

‘w-what are you...’ you ask, but the words quickly catch in your throat. a thick layer of ice encapsulates your neck, so cold it sends your vocal chords into a shock. it all happens so quickly that your instinct is to scream and thrash, but your voice is stuck and that look in his eye stills you, like prey caught before a predator.

his grip on your arm tightens. “now, pray tell, kitten... is there a reason you’re so keen on getting in my pants?” with his other hand, he firmly captures your chin, pressing your cheeks together so harshly you can feel his thumbs pressing your gums against your teeth. “even if you weren’t planning to drug me, you had intentions to take advantage of me if i drank past my limit, didn’t you?” he’s smiling as he asks this. as if he finds the very notion of being taken advantage of amusing. “did you get excited thinking you’d do—” he lets go of your arm and lets his hand fall downward to rest atop your thigh.“—this to me?” he mocks, not once taking his gaze from yours. “or perhaps you wanted to do...this?” fingers inch agonizingly across the valley of your thigh, before resting in the heat of your inner thigh.

you want to scream and cry, but only a tear pricks your eye. and even that turns from water to ice in an instant.

“aw, there’s no need to cry, sugar.” the look in his eye could only be described as pity. “i’d be happy to set those plans into motion on your behalf.” he thumbs the buckle on your pants. “but i can’t promise you’ll be the one who’s conscious.” 

he kisses you before you can scream.

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. kaeya

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[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛  DRUNK ON ECSTASY ! ft. yan! venti, kaeya, diluc, albedo

In a last-ditch effort to subdue your fiery spirit and finally claim you as his, your dear yandere mixes a little something with your food. different emotions arise, but one thing is clear— you’re soooo much cuter when you’re pawing at his sleeves and crying for him.

+ whew finally got this one out of the drafts!! did this instead of the reflection paper lololol

( yandere behavior, drúgging, aphrodisíacs )

venti does it in a last-effort ditch to break down your walls. don’t blame him, okay! he’s been trying sooo hard these past few months to even put a dent in that thick wall you’ve put up between the two of you. he’s confident in his looks and his charm, and has been exploiting the utmost out of them just to seduce you! but you’re sooo hard-headed, and he’s growing really desperate!

he adores your modesty, really! but the shy and reserved smile you put on when he makes a move on you pains him both physically and mentally. he wants to see all of you, the good ones and the bad ones, and he wants to assure you that he’ll love you no matter what! he wants to see you needy and desperate just like he is, but it looks like you’re trying to control yourself. but no worry though, because venti will make it his mission to set you free of such bothersome restraints.

and well~ ♡ venti giggles as he swirls the pink liquid around its heart-shaped vial, brazenly playing with it with your back to your wine. he knows juuust the thing to get you to open up. don’t worry, don’t worry ♡ venti can’t seem to repress the wide grin as he drops just a teensy bit of the potion. this is what friends do, don’t they? help each other out?

and he’s helping you out alright. not like he has much of a choice when you cling and grasp at him so needily. he’s laughing all the time, even when you’re begging for some sort of release. his laughter, bordering on maniacal and full of lust, is muffled by the blood rushing to your head. he loves it— those desperate eyes, the whiny pleas… you’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. isn’t this wayyy better? to be true to yourself instead of hiding what you’re really like?

“venti venti ventiventiventi pleaseee~!” your whines sound absolutely delightful to his ears, and even more so when he watches you cling to him with hearts in your eyes. your hair’s a mess, your cheeks are bright red, and you smile at him like you’re drunk on the attention he’s giving you. “hmm, i don’t know…” venti feigns hesitance, even though he’s kicking his legs in delight. “it’s getting late now… don’t you need to go home at this time already?” you shake your head fervently, clutching even tighter onto him. you stare up at him so desperately and pleadingly that it’s hard to connect you to the straight-laced person you were before. “i– i don’t need to! i’ll stay here for you, venti! just pleasepleaseplease!” you nigh sob, embracing his side as try to indulge in every warmth and touch his body can offer. “please touch me already!” the giggle he lets out is almost maniacal, one that would scare you if you weren’t high on aphrodisiac. he takes a large swig from the wine bottle (more pink than the usual red) and brings your face closer to his. your breaths intermingle, smelling of sweet wine and laced with lust, as venti takes in the prize he’s been coveting for so long. “you’re so precious, my darling,” he whispers, and when he swoops in to kiss you, tongue wrapped around yours, you swear you’ve never been more contented in your entire life.

kaeya believes that he’s not the sort of person to resort to such… disgusting tactics. he tells himself that he can win you over by his charm and hard efforts alone, but the way you smile politely at him or when you take every opportunity to avoid him… it only digs deeper into his insecurities. every witty remark he has is met with an awkward laugh, every time he tries to close the distance, you shy away. it hurts him more than he wants it to. he knows he should be giving up but when he stares at the vial of aphrodisiac he’d unthinkingly buy, he knows he’s far too gone to give up.

he tries to forget about it, tries his best not to think about what horrible thoughts he’s been having of you. but every time you show him even the slightest affection, a genuine smile here or a comforting touch there, he starts caving. how happy he would be if you showed that to him every day! he’d return every affection you gave tenfold, you’d never be starved of it. he wants you so, so bad it’s maddening, and every night he sleeps in his bed alone, his mind becomes a little bit crazier.

but tonight, you were with another. he knows he’s just a friend, that you see them nothing more than a brother, but that’s not how the other party looks at you. yet you lean into their touch so willingly, laugh with them without any restraints, and smile at them so blindingly it stuns kaeya even from across the room. he grasps tightly the bulge in his pocket, heart-shaped and taunting, and bites his lip.

he wants you so, so badly. so when you approach him with your wine glass lifted, greeting him with a drunken smile, he tries to pretend that he is the subject of your affection. tonight, it can be all pretend, but when he refills your cup and watches the pink wisps drown in the red wine, he tells himself that it’ll all be real after this.

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you.” kaeya acts like he’s not the one who made you like this, swaying tipsily from the wine and the drug and clinging onto him for support. well, maybe more than support, because of the way you nuzzle into his side and breathe a sigh of relief, kaeya thinks that maybe you’re longing for something more. “hehe, have i ever told you how handsome you are, mister kaeya~?” you ask him, smiling wobbly up at him as you gaze into his one eye. he gasps in shock when he realizes that your noses are barely touching, and he leans away quickly to save his rapidly beating heart. he wasn’t like this with others, he swears, but something about you makes him so vulnerable and flustered that he doesn’t know what to do. your rented room is barely lit, the candlelights on the side of the wall somehow adding a sensual atmosphere as he guides you to your bed. the feeling of your skin against his is like fire to ice, and the little whimpers you give as the heat tortures you from within sets his head spinning. he can barely handle it, and with the way you’ve been eyeing him… surely it wouldn’t hurt to hope for more. he tries to set you on the bed, but you’re quick to push him down first and straddle him with a triumphant grin. he knows he’s the suspect behind your behavior, yet you’re the one pinning him down and he’s the one blushing and gasping like he’s been caught in your trap. “kaaaeeeyyaaaaa~ ♡” you drawl, nipping lovebites and staring at him with heart eyes and a flirty pout. “keep me company for the night?” his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your draping clothes and feels the warmth of your body on top of him. mustering up enough bravado, he summons his confident grin to his smile as he wraps his arms around your neck. his heart is beating in his chest, and his eagerness drowns out whatever guilt he may have felt. “anything for you, love.”

when desperate, diluc might not make the most rational of decisions. he had bought the love potion off the black market in a fit of mania after you had once again run off and hurt yourself. his illogical logic reasoned that if you weren’t willing to be under his care, safe, and protected, he might as well force you to want it.

the morning after, diluc’s face contorted with disgust as he looked into the reflection of a man willing to force the person he’d been pining for into something they didn’t want. he locked the crystal bottle under lock and key, swearing that not once would he ever use it. he loved you too much, and admittedly too prideful to resort to such cheap tactics. he needed you to love him of your own volition.

but tonight was another one of those nights, news of another dangerous stunt of yours in dragonspine reaching his ears. you were driving him insane. what archon would care if he kept you under his protection, shackling you to his side even if it meant depriving you of your freedom to explore the world as you wished? hell, he might even get rewarded for it, because you were going to kill yourself at this rate!

there must have been a reason why he didn’t throw away that potion like he had ought to do, a malicious subconscious telling him that he would need it in the future. and it was right, the side of diluc that he had despised so much was right. as he swirls the ominous glowing pink in its bottle, he watches it drop into your wine with a face devoid of any emotion– too sick with love and paranoia to even feel anything for the crime that he was about to do.

the way you’re shivering and reaching for his touch is making him go crazy. he had never expected the potion to be this strong (though he did drop a few too much just to ensure the… effectiveness), so he received your weak embrace with both surprise and a dark delight. your current image was one he thought he despised— babbling incoherently, swaying tipsily, airy giggles, just like the drunks he tended to— but on you, it was nothing short of endearing. especially with the way you whimper at his every caress, shaking in flush pleasure as you lean in for more. you’re pliant on his bed with hazy eyes anticipating his every move, and he gently lifts parts of your clothes to observe the collection of scars you’ve collected. “d– diluc…” you whimper, weakly grabbing at his wrist as he traces another once more. you’re so… small, hands barely wrapping around the width of his wrist. “wha… what are you doing…?” “observing my mistakes,” he replies, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple that has you whining. he sees this with dark eyes but refuses to let go of the leash he’s put upon himself. “all these scars that litter you’re body, it was my mistake for even letting you go out there when you can’t even take care of yourself.” he thumbs another scar and you bite your lip. “now you won’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be the one taking care of you.” “take care of me…?” you’re silent for a few seconds as if the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. diluc sits in silence too, waiting for you to start screaming and kicking and demanding before a wobbly grin spreads on your face. “take care of me? ♡ then…” wrapping your legs around his neck, you pull him in closer till his chin rests on your tummy, and you smile so lovingly at him that he could almost fool himself. “then take care of me lo~ots tonight, ‘kay? ♡”

albedo doesn’t even bother reserving a love potion for a last resort. he might be a patient man with most things, but he sometimes likes to indulge in his sadistic desires. and there’s no other person than you who seems to rile up those desires more than ever. to have you shivering and weak on his table, moaning weakly as you beg with a bright flush on your cheeks… albedo could not have made the potion any faster.

he’s always been… scientific? when it came to matters of the heart. he’s not the type to chalk the unexplainable thumping of his chest to a mere clash of chemical reactions in his brain. rather, he looks for the fastest and most efficient way to get him results. he could try and be content watching you from afar, dressed in your cute waitress getup as you tended to customers, but archons knew how much he was itching to have his hands on you.

every time you smiled at him from across the street, bounding from good hunter to the little alchemy stall with food that albedo had ordered with ill intentions… it festered something dark within him. albedo’s no idiot, he’s fully aware of what dangerous ideas his mind has been cooking up this entire time. you chat with him with wide and trusting eyes, unaware of how his gaze lingers on your lips and how he purposely brushes your hair back to let his touch linger. 

it drives him insane how naive you are, but it is an alchemist’s duty to break down things and build them up again to truly understand the way they are. and albedo is nothing but curious about you.

albedo is delighted at how much the potion seems to have an effect on you. you could barely think, head empty except for the constant need of albedo’s touch, and you beg for it so~o prettily too. he tucks a messy strand behind your ear, just as he always did, but instead of warm smiles and thank yous he’s met with whines and hazy eyes. “‘bedo, ‘bedo, pleeasseee~” you sob into his palm, hugging his arm in an attempt to keep more of his warmth to yourself. “wh- what’s going onnn? i’m sca-ared…” he shushes you, soft caresses tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on your temple. it’s exhilarating how much you shuddered from a mere peck and wondered that should he have made the effects stronger, it certainly would have sent you right over the edge. “sh sh shhh, it’s okay, darling. you’re fine. your body’s just reacting… accepting… let me indulge in this moment for a little bit longer, ‘kay? then i’ll relieve you of your pain.” you don’t process any of his words, just looking up at him with fearful yet trusting eyes. he chuckles when he sees this stupidly cute expression on you and helps himself to nip on your earlobe. “ngh, nha ♡ n- no! not the ear…! ‘bedo, ‘s too sensitive!” your toes curl at the onslaught of pleasure, and you can’t help but kick your legs as you’re overwhelmed. “y- you can’t…!” “oh dear,” he chuckles, pulling away from your lobe and watching as you lay on his lap, panting and twitching at the sensation of it all. “it’s just the ear, darling. surely, you can’t be that sensitive yet?” he eyes the cup of tea that he had brewed, suspiciously tinged with pink. “you haven’t finished your cup yet, you know.” “c… cup?” you slur, tongue feeling leaden. through half-lidded eyes, you can barely make out the sly smile on albedo’s lips. “wh… whaddya mean…?” huffing a fond laugh, albedo shakes his head and reaches out for the teacup, before tilting it into his mouth. his lips descend on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to be permitted entry. you part them, and the distinct taste of tea enters your mouth as he kisses you even deeper. “that’s what i mean,” he smiles, pulling away with naught but a string of saliva attached. now his cheeks glow pink, as he watches you with lustful eyes as pleasure and unbearable heat shake your body once again. “it’s time to fall even deeper, my love.”

[taintedbenevolence]

Self Aware! AU [MONDSTADT EDITION]

warnings! yandere content, obsessive, possessive and unhealthy behavior, implied / mentioned kidnapping, drugging, stalking, gaslighting, manipulation, non-consensual touch, toxic relationships, slightly religious themes/practices (?). Please do not interact/read if said themes bother you!

✦ series! genshin impact ✦ characters! Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti ✦ pairings! Separate per character ✦ category! yandere

✦ ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ ✦

self-aware! albedo, who realizes quickly that he's in a game, finding it curious as to how he was created within such a vast game without his initial knowledge/awareness. self-aware! albedo, who finds it more intriguing when he hears your voice for the first time, realizing that there is another, external being watching him, observing what he does. self-aware! albedo, who finally realizes who controls the traveler, understanding now more what is going on the world in Tevyat. self-aware! albedo, who believes that you are the rightful god, the only one watching everything, the one whom he should worship and adore. self-aware! albedo, who becomes more and more enraptured by the concept of your existence, not caring if you are human or not in your physical constitution. self-aware! albedo, who slowly begins to fall for you, despite not having ever met you, praying to you the archons and heavens that one day he may be able to catch a glimpse of you. self-aware! albedo, who is convinced and determined that you are the only true perfection that must be pursued in this hopeless world destined to rot. self-aware! albedo, who slowly breaks his way out of the game, absolutely enamored at the sight of the real world - the only world he should've ever cared for - the one he was forbidden from entering. self-aware! albedo, who is determined to find you, you whom possessed that lovely voice that soothed and eased his mind. He will not rest until he finds you. self-aware! albedo, who when he finally finds you, only then believes that he's truly ever seen an angel. He won't allow you to leave, no matter how hard you try, for you are his beloved, his god. You are an enigmatic existence to him, and he must study you further. Surely, you understand?

✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR ✦

self-aware! diluc, who takes time before he finally grasps the concept and truth that he's merely a character encoded within a game. self-aware! diluc, who starts to hear your voice on occasion, now curious as to who you are, and why he can hear but not see you. self-aware! diluc, who becomes determined to find out who you are, and why he hears you so often yet can't find you. It irritates him. self-aware! diluc, who figures out that you must be an external presence, one outside of the game. He becomes obsessed in trying to get out. self-aware! diluc, who succeeds in escaping the game, even feeling unnerved at his own feelings that grow rapidly for every day that passes by. self-aware! diluc, who manages to find you, rather angry that you've concealed yourself from him, but satisfied that he's found you. self-aware! diluc, who ties you down to your own bed, arguing that you're safer where he can keep an eye on you, but also pondering if he should take you away to somewhere else where you won't be found. self-aware! diluc, who decides to act on such thoughts, one day bringing you to an unfamiliar place where he believes you'll be safe, tying you to the mattress located inside, trusting you'll be fine. self-aware! diluc, who holds you when he's tired, whispering sweet nothings to you, acting as if everything is just perfect, a fantasy, except that this time, it's real. This isn't a fanfiction scenario you read online somewhere - this time it's real, and the horror is sinking in. self-aware! diluc, who swears and vows to protect you with his life, regardless of what costs it may bring to him. You are his one and only, his newfound purpose, and he won't let you go so easily.

✦ KAEYA ALBERICH ✦

self-aware! kaeya, who is genuinely surprised when he finds out that he's just a set of codes, and well... he starts to find it almost funny how everything around him is really just not real. self-aware! kaeya, who realizes and accepts this reality. His joy, his life, what he felt, all that pain it was all just a sad joke, eh? To him, it almost feels like the world's been mocking him, yet he laughs at it, willing to entertain this sick reality. self-aware! kaeya, who makes indirect comments that insinuate the breaking of the fourth wall, to which grasp your attention, and quick. No characters had done this before, this is certainly something ... new. self-aware! kaeya, who comes home a bit more often than you thought he would, just showering you in some good luck and fortune that others won't be granted. You're happy, right? You should be. self-aware! kaeya, who doesn't let you take him off your party. Seriously? Who do you need other than him? Allow him to show you just what he can do - there's no reason for him to leave. self-aware! kaeya, who finds his way to the real world with ease, and (un)surprisingly enough, his first stop is the bar. Ah ... the money? Don't stress about that, sweetheart. self-aware! kaeya, who one day finds you at a bar, and offers you a drugged glass of wine. Oh, feeling a little tipsy, darling? Dizzy? Lightheaded? Nauseous? You look a little pale, what's with that look of shock on your face? Oh, worry not, Kaeya's here to help you out, so don't go making that face. self-aware! kaeya, who takes the liberty of kidnapping taking you to where he resides, bringing you to his basement as he ties you up to a chair. You'll be up and going right by his side soon enough, won't you? self-aware! kaeya, who will tease and make playful remarks of how unfortunate and terrible it is that you're all locked up with no one to help you. But oh! Don't worry! He'll be right by your side. Every. Waking. Moment. self-aware! kaeya, who delights as you plead him to let you go. He laughs. Free you? I'm afraid that request is out of the question. He wipes your tears with an eldritch smile, promising you that you'll learn to love this in time too.

✦ VENTI, BARBATOS ✦

self-aware! venti, who finds it amusing as he realizes that he's in a game. If anything, he thinks it's a new opportunity to mess with everything for his own entertainment. self-aware! venti, who'll send random letters to you, varying from good morning messages all the way to comments relating to what're your thoughts on your travels in Mondstadt, or if you like other nations more. self-aware! venti, who deliberately makes eye contact with you. Not the traveler. You. He knows that you're the one controlling the traveler. He wants to make you aware of that. self-aware! venti, who makes you aware that he's aware of the fact he's in a game. He'll tell you that he wants to see the outside world, craving to be free. self-aware! venti, who one day appears in your room, playing the lyre, and you're not sure if you're hallucinating or not. You exit, and come back, and he's gone. Are you seeing things? self-aware! venti, who sings to you lullabies while you sleep, the tune a sweet one with words even sweeter, just like the poison that is his love for you. self-aware! venti, who makes appearances every now and then in your life. Not too many, but sufficient to question what you're seeing. No one believes you when you tell them it's him. What're you talking about? Venti doesn't exist. Wake up. self-aware! venti, who makes anyone who bothers you vanish with ease. Did someone hurt you? Are they pissing you off? Do you not want them around? He hears a word and he's off already. self-aware! venti, who starts leaving you gifts with short letters, each written note more disturbing than the last. self-aware! venti, who at last kidnaps you, dragging you far and far away, stripping you of the very thing he symbolizes: freedom. He claims and sings to you how free and liberated your presence makes him feel, yet you cannot help but ponder as you silently weep: what does freedom truly mean, if demanded of you by a god?

[kaeyats]

SAGAU,, the creator's bride/groom

a rumor that the almighty creator of teyvat is in the process of choosing a spouse spreads like wildfire. and all their acolytes start sucking up to them like insane. mondstadt edition! part 2 / liyue version here.

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: none

no one knows where it originated from. where the string of whispers began and who lit the match that set a fire throughout the whole of teyvat. all they knew was that there was no information to deny the rumors and therefore, it was more likely the truth. and it would stay the truth to all the citizens roaming genshin's world until proven otherwise.

in the streets of mondstadt, the city of freedom, business seemed busier than usual. and the usually happy-go-lucky people acted with more haste in their movements, jumping from one block to another to discuss the recent rumors regarding their all-creator.

venti seemed to phase out significantly more than he usually does. it frustrated those who listened whenever he stopped in the middle of a song to seemingly stare down at his hands, lost in another world. soon enough, many of angel share's patrons left disgruntled, mumbling about how unsatisfactory the bard's performance had been that night. it wasn't that venti didn't hear their harsh words, he just didn't seem to care considering the heavier importance of what he had been phasing out for. he knew how easy it was for the citizens of mondstadt to believe and spread baseless rumors, but he couldn't help but plan out the many ways he could win your favor and hand in marriage. the idea had him giddy on his seat, ever so prideful in his abilities. he imagined in his head, how heavenly you would look, smothering him in your affection, calling the anemo archon your husband, telling him that you, the greatest being in the existence of teyvat, loved him and him only.

now you'd think diluc would be bothered by the amount of customers leaving the tavern, but he was just as equally lost in thought as the alleged "tone-deaf bard." unlike venti though, his lack of mindfulness didn't hinder him from performing his job just as well as others expected from him. but, if you observed the red-head closely, even for just a second, you'd see how his eyes gazed at nothing in particular and how his cheeks would turn the same shade of red as his hair ever so often. diluc knew he would be a good spouse to you. he's been worshipping you for about the entirety of his life and he wouldn't mind, in fact, he'd be ecstatic to worship you for a dozen more liftetimes. he'd serve you so well, catering to your every need. he was foreign to affection at this point, yes, but he'd let you do anything to him as long as it made you happy. it made his face heat up, just thinking about the way you'd kiss his cheek, praising him for how good he is to you.

kaeya, ever so sly and observant, saw the way his brother's eyes were glazed over with a look of longing. he didn't need to ask why (not like diluc would tell him anyway), it was the only interesting topic anyone talked about at that point. the creator of teyvat, an ancient god that many worshipped and adored, has been rumored to be looking for a spouse amongst their many, many followers. now, kaeya wasn't one to mindlessly follow new trends or indulge in himself too much, but.. he couldn't deny the sickeningly sweet feeling he got whenever he thought about you choosing him. of course, he never cared about godly titles. lord knows how much he has suffered because of the gods themselves. but he's met you before, spoke to you with his own mouth and listened to you reply with his own ears. slowly but surely, he fell in love with you and your otherworldly presence, growing fond of the quirky habits that you picked up from this so called "earth." he thought about how lonely it must've been for you to be regarded so highly and put on a pedestal, so he let you indulge in the freedom of being treated like a normal person when you were around him. he was hoping that maybe that was enough to get you to choose him.

albedo would only be able to hear of the news the next morning, the morning he decided to descend down to the city of mondstadt, there solely to gather a new batch of supplies. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, but gosh, do the ladies in the marketplace speak loudly. he was a bit shocked by the news, never predicting something like this would come. neither did he expect to be so.. attached to your presence. it was strange, but he wanted to be around you at all times. at first he was convinced it was out of curiosity and respect, but the way he felt ever so warm around you for no particular reason told him otherwise. he wanted to be around you at all times, to be able to protect, to indulge in you. but alas, many other people needed you. he wondered, if you two were to get married, would you be by his side all the time? he considered the possibility, allowing himself to daydream briefly, before calculating a plan in his head.

jean would hear of the news in her office, unable to quite process the.. baffling information. she felt scandalous, viewing a primordial being in that light. she should feel shameful, she told herself. she was but a simple mortal, a simple acting grandmaster, in a simple city. of course you wouldn't consider her a candidate in marriage. she was quite lucky to even be acknowledged by you in the first place. but, but some part of her wanted to hope, and the moment she did, she regretted it because her heartbeat burst into stellar rates before two chaotic forces intruded the peace of her quarters. eula and amber would be straight-out demanding answers from jean, eager to know and expressing so in completely different ways. eula would look quite agitated, frustrated even, the anticipation of knowing ate her up from the inside out. amber would be much more bouncy, nervous about the rumors she had heard from other knights. jean would of course tell them they were just rumors, but the two were already making plans to win you over.

"your grace! i didn't expect to see you around here, fancy yourself an apple?" venti, ever so energetic, asked from above you, only finding it efficient to fly down the statue of himself once you opened your mouth.

"ah, no, i'm fine. i just need some air is all." you shook your head, looking away from venti to stare at the giant oak tree of windrise. you didn't know what to expect from the bard. would he be as bad as the other archons?

"oh? i'm pretty sure there's plenty of air in liyue and inazuma, your grace. not unless i'm mistaken."

you chuckled at his statement, cringing at how rude and sarcastic it sounded. "well, yes, but the people there have been a lot more.. suffocating than usual."

venti wondered if it had anything to do with the current marriage rumors running around, but he dared not comment, knowing that if he did, it would only make you feel worse.

the next few days in mondstadt were quite strange, stranger than usual. you were glad the people there gave you more space than you got in the other nations, expected from the nation of freedom. but, you couldn't help but notice how fidgety everyone has been acting.

the way noelle, the diligent and hardworking maid, who was usually so kind and casual to you, turned beet red whenever you were in close proximity. "y- your grace! do you need assistance with anything? anything at all? o-oh no, i'm fine."

the way diluc, who would usually just politely look at you in the background, approached you with more luxurious gifts and proposals of.. friendly dates. "i was hoping you'd enjoy your stay in mondstadt, your grace. but even more so, i was hoping you'd enjoy my presence above everything else like i enjoy yours."

the way kaeya, who usually blatantly teased you, acted more gentlemanly around you. kissing the top of your hand, gracing you with compliments that were much sweeter and more genuine than what you'd usually get from the cavalry captain, the way he'd actively seek out your presence and ask you out for lunch. "has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely breathtaking, [name]?"

the way jean, who was usually so confident and composed, looked nervous whenever you greeted her a simple 'good morning' or 'good evening.' sometimes she even stuttered over her words, something that shocked you and everyone else who was lucky enough to witness it. "yes, you do look gorgeous tonight- i mean, the sky looks- the night sky looks gorgeous tonight! argh, i sincerely apologize for my inappropriate behavior, your grace."

the way amber, who was usually so chill, stumbled upon her steps, looking burnt amd beaten, approached you with a gift in hand. unlike diluc, her gifts weren't bought, they seemed to have been hunted down by amber herself which was entirely impressive and thoughtful of her. "n- no need to thank me, your grace. just wanted to give you something worth carrying around as always!"

the way aether (and paimon, by extension) followed you around even more so than they usually do. not that you minded, you liked it, in fact. but it was a bit unusual, considering how aether usually had many commissions to do. "last night, aether told paimon that he wanted to mmphf-"

the way albedo had started inviting you to his base in wolvendom more often or went down to the city to seemingly just hang out with you. you found him quite interesting, so the time you two spent had been a highlight in your time in mondstadt. especially the moment when, "your grace, i heard that you've been looking for a spouse amongst your acolytes. i was wondering if.. you ever considered me?"

you felt your face heat up. ah, so that's what this was all about.

[rush-the-stars]

new tricks

pairing: yandere abyss prince kaeya x gender neutral reader

cw: dark content, kidnapping/capture, the reader is treated physically well but is still captured/being held against their will, mentions of a punishment, strange and toxic dynamic, mildly suggestive.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: dividers by @/cafekitsune!

this is just a tiny drabble. don't squint at worldbuilding or plot lol. i had this idea prattling around my head and wanted it out. one day i will write the dark long fic of my dreams but today is not the day. thank you to @/lorelune for taking a peek beforehand and assuring me <33

on the back of your neck, goosebumps ripple to life. a chill races down your spine. you know it well—as intimately as you know the brag of your own heart.

sensing him, you cast your eyes up in the reflection of your mirror to catch the shape of him behind you.

you didn’t even hear him enter your chambers. but you’d felt him somehow, known his presence. maybe known his gaze on you.

(it burns deep and vicious to know his gaze. to become accustomed and attuned to him.)

prince kaeya smiles knowingly.

the dark glint to his eye lets you know he’s in strange ways.

“you’re getting quite perceptive.” he muses. “if only you’d been so sharp when i first took you, maybe you wouldn’t be here.”

you were just a naive artist from mondstadt then. a child who knew the sound of the wind in the trees and the birdsong that rose into the sky early in the morning. you knew the golden hills and the valley and a sort of freedom that made you sing like those birds in the morning, too.

(in the dark, he asks you to sing. sing like you used to, he says. and when you open your mouth, you’re always terrified of what will come out.)

now you sit tucked away in the gilded cage he’s made for you in a land far from your home skies. in a castle where the eyes of gods cannot reach you.

“you’re lucky i wasn’t.” you reply sharply, trying to keep your bite around him.

it grows harder and harder to.

every day the edge you’ve tried so desperately to keep begins to whittle away. it’s hard to always be angry. it’s miserable to always be vicious.

(and he’s never harmed you. not physically—just in stranger, worse ways. emotionally. mentally. you wish he’d just break a bone or make a scar, so that when it heals, you know you’re okay again.

it’s worse that he spoils you. it’s worse that he cherishes you. it’s its own form of torment. he knows it.)

he smiles lazily, on the edges are amusement. fondness. he is endlessly entertained by your contempt.

he approaches where you sit in front of your ornate vanity. it’s too beautiful. it’s too grand.

he’s a dark shadow of blue behind you in the mirror. you watch his reflection carefully. he watches you back as he approaches.

something thrills inside you, wild and dark and sudden.

he reaches out, touches your cheek.

you watch his knuckle brush against your face in the mirror.

he’s testing you.

the last time you bit him.

the moment you turn your face towards his hand, it slips away, dancing out of your reach.

he smiles again knowingly.

it’s insufferable.

sensing your ire, he says, “let’s play our game.”

you breathe hard through your nose.

you turn to face him so you’re not caught in his endless reflection. you glare up at him with all the vitriol you can muster.

(it isn’t much anymore.)

“don’t you have more important things to do?”

“nothing so important as you, darling.”

your teeth grind together. but you get out;

“i’d try to escape from the balcony.”

he tsks.

“the guards would spot you.”

“i’d poison the guards.”

he laughs outright at this, “with what poison?”

you feel heat in your face, but you press on, “the hemlock i’ve been growing in the garden.”

he pauses at that. tilts his head.

“my, you’ve gotten good. i can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“go and check.” you dare.

“maybe later.” he agrees, “say i destroyed it. i froze it.”

“you’re not playing fair.” you accuse.

he laughs warmly, reaching out again to tousle your hair. you swat and push at him, but it only excites him, it only makes his hands catch your wrists and come down to your level. kneeling beside you. he holds your wrists tight, presses them down into your own lap. in another world, he could be a lover on his knees for you, his hands clasped over yours.

he fits himself between your legs. he presses himself too close.

but it isn’t another world. and his eye is like the endless night sky in this one. so dark, so terrifying.

“fine,” he agrees pleasantly, “the guards are poisoned. you slip out from the balcony. i’m a light sleeper—i hear you jump to the ground.”

“i try to run.” you breathe.

“where would you run?” he asks, nose nudging yours. you can feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

“past the fountain.”

“come now, you’re cleverer than that. i’d find you and drag you back.”

“i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.”

your nails bite into his shoulders as he lifts you from your place in front of the vanity. you hang around his neck like a child. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist.

you tuck your face into his shoulder so you don’t see the pleased look in his eye.

you know where he’ll take you.

“you need new tricks.” he hums as he sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

“maybe i already have them—if it’s a good trick, you wouldn’t know.” you mumble into his shoulder. you hide there.

his hand creeps up to the back of your neck. goosebumps prickle. his fingers slip into your hair and then curl into a loose fist. he tugs gently to dislodge you from his shoulder, to pull you away so that he may see your face again.

he looks at you as if he’s trying to find the trick you speak of. perhaps it’s in your eyes or the set of your mouth.

“i always know.” he warns.

“let’s play again.” you say.

and this time, you use your weight to push him down onto the bed.

he goes down willingly, too easily.

you capture his wrists the way he did to you earlier. you pin them by his head. languidly, he stretches beneath you, amused with this show of sudden power or interest.

“okay, you begin.” he says and his smile is the curve of a laughing, crescent moon.

“i grow to trust you.”

he tilts his head, uncertain or intrigued, you can’t tell. but you can tell you’ve surprised him. his smile falters.

“i’m pleased—you know it’s all i want.” he says and though it’s softened, it’s guarded. you can feel the way he tenses beneath you, waiting, searching.

“and i grow to—to want you, too.” you say and your voice sounds strange to your own ears. far off. maybe too near. not your own, or else, horrifyingly, only yours.

perhaps there is truth there in a way you cannot even begin to untangle.

he’s silent. watching.

“what do you do?” you prompt, breath hitching, almost beg him to speak. “play the game. it’s your turn.”

you feel his wrists flex, the tendons and muscles moving, encircled in your fingers.

“i—cherish you. i foster your desires. i give you whatever you want.” his voice is bedroom soft. his lashes flutter.

“freedom?”

he releases a slow breath of frustration. you feel it against your cheek.

“a form of it.” he answers. and then, carefully, you feel the shifting of his hand beneath yours. his thumb sweeps over your wrist, into your palm. “more and more as i grow to trust you, too.”

you let your hand open up to his, feel it bloom to the touch.

“being alone in the garden.” you press, “i ask you one day to tend to it by myself, when i please.”

he laces his fingers with yours.

“in time.” he agrees, “and you can tend to your garden alone. you can walk on the grounds, wherever you please. you can take dinner in the atrium or the greenhouse or by the lake. it could all be yours.”

you squeeze his hand, “say i earn your trust—let’s finish the game.”

“i give you the world.” he breathes it and you feel it against your lips, feel it somewhere deep inside of you. on the other, soft side of your chest, where your heart thrums.

you know he is telling the truth.

but it rings discordant inside of you. just as softly, you murmur;

“and then i disappear with it. you wait for me to come in from the garden one day—and i never do.”

the tender hold of your hand turns vicious, biting.

you bare your teeth and hiss, “i steal your world and your trust and the love you gave me and i run and run and run. until you can’t find me—until you can’t catch me. i do it when you least expect it—when i love you too much.”

he pushes and twists you under him. he presses you down hard like he could keep you from disappearing, like you’re slipping from him already. but you press on;

“and you’ll see my face everywhere—in the windows of the atrium and the corners of the greenhouse. in the hemlock i grew in the garden and the wind that howls while you stand on the balcony. but i’ll be gone—“

“you’ll never earn my trust now.” he warns, “and you’ll never know the garden alone, or the world i could give you.”

“but i’ll know the one you took from me.”

his eye flashes dangerously, the flicker of frigid, dark waters beneath ice.

but then he’s gone. off of you. the warmth of him leaves you in a rush.

he grabs for a coat of his, throwing it over his shoulders in a flare of dark fabric.

“where are you going? i thought you wanted to play.” you sneer.

“and i thought you didn’t?” he heads for the door anyways, “i’m going to the garden. alone.”

“scared you’ll find hemlock?” you ask.

“are you scared i’ll find hemlock?” he retorts and then lowers his voice, almost to a caress, “i would punish you.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.” you tilt your head, “maybe you need new tricks.”

the door slams behind him. you don’t even flinch.

and in a moment, you watch his figure, a dark smudge against the gray fog, trudge out towards the garden.

you watch from the balcony.

there is no hemlock in the garden.

and he is gentler again when he returns that night. but he locks the door to the balcony and he keeps the key tethered around his neck, pressed to you as he holds you; so close and yet so far.

you can feel it’s cool metal against your bare back. you can feel his skin to yours, the way he holds you like you’re going to slip away.

there is no hemlock in the garden, but there is nightshade.

“let’s play our game.” he whispers that night, pressing scattered kisses like falling stars along your shoulder, your jaw.

“i steal the key around your throat. i unlock the balcony door—“

“i hear you. i let you go, anyways.”

you go perfectly still.

“i—i climb down the balcony and i run—“

“past the fountain?”

you nod slowly. you feel your heart kick into an unsteady rhythm.

“i let you go. i let you get far.”

“you’d let me—“

your throat constricts; a ball of emotion wedged there suddenly. you feel your eyes prick with—with shock. is he really—?

something terrified stirs inside you at even the thought of your real freedom; of the thing you want most.

“and then i hunt you.”

he kisses beneath your ear, like a lover.

your blood goes cold.

“i chase you across the world i gave you and the one i took from you. and every time, i find you. i’d find you. and i’d drag you back.”

“i’d—i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.” you manage to get out.

he props himself up, if only to catch your chin, to force you to look back at him.

he kisses you. slowly. sweetly.

“there’s no hemlock in the garden. you need new tricks.”

but the nightshade opens its flowers to the moon, just outside the locked door of your balcony, in the garden that you can’t tend to alone.

you melt into the kiss, open mouthed and tender. soft and deep like lovers.

when you pull away, you have the key dangling in your hand;

“and this isn’t the key to the balcony. so do you.”

when he kisses you again, brutal and dreadful, and with too much heat for someone so, so cold, you feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

and maybe even some sick curve of your own.

[jinkicake]

Jealousy Points

Some ideas on what their jealousy looks like. 

Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche x Reader

A/N: Honestly, I have no idea what I was trying to write here... it’s messy word vomit as a result of some quote I saw about scara being obsessive :-) All of these are mild and normal except for scaramouche bc the only way to write him is if he is fucking insane </3

WC - about 3.2k

TW // psycho scaramouche (noncon, yandere, verbal abuse, mean scara)

Arataki I.

Itto’s jealousy is something anyone can pick up on. When he gets jealous, it’s loud and obnoxious. The oni will do anything and everything to get your attention back on him, he doesn’t care who is watching. As much as Itto wants to be suave and mature about the burning matter in his chest, sometimes he just can’t help but explode and make you face him. There are rare occasions when the oni will deal with his jealousy in a cool approach but, that’s only when he’s pissed.

Itto watches bitterly as Yelan leads you through the streets of Liyue harbor while Shinobu holds your arm tightly.

This was supposed to be a shared trip between you and the oni. He isn’t sure what got lost in translation to make Yelan and Shinobu appear as well, Itto is also sure he saw Yanfei’s bouncy pink hair floating around somewhere too.

The poor man wants to sigh as his pride begins to get in the way. He knows that he should appreciate Yelan and Shinobu after all they had done during that disaster in the Chasm, it’s only natural that you would want to reach out to them again and thank them personally, but, Itto also helped out too!

He should be the one guiding you around the harbor (despite not knowing his way or anything about the place), he should be the one with his hand on your lower back and it should be his arms wrapped around your bicep! Well, Itto knows he wouldn’t hold onto you like that but, it should be his touch you are receiving.

Even Ushi is settled beside you, rubbing his face against your calf as you talk to a merchant.

This is the pain of having a beautiful partner, Itto mentally groans to himself. He continues to keep his safe distance of approximately seven meters away from the group as he stews in his jealousy.

“Itto, come here and look at this!” You call out to him over your shoulder and his heart instantly feels at ease at your bright smile. He takes a step forward but stops in his tracks at the smirk on Yelan’s face and the dangerous glint in Ushi’s eyes, even his own cow is in his way.

“No, (Y/N), look at these beans.” Yelan steers you to another cart, glancing at Itto once before pushing your body with a firm hand. Itto can’t help but gasp dramatically and is rooted in place at the mention of his traitorous allergy.

“Sorry for interrupting your date, boss,” Shinobu finds herself beside the oni after Ushi had ditched him, she can’t help but feel a bit sorry for him. Itto stiffens at her words and like most of the time, he speaks without thinking.

“It’s fine! I know how to share,” Itto barks, hair jumping up with volume at his loud proclamation. The lingering silence afterward paired with Shinobu’s raised brow causes his hair to flatten on his head. “it’s not a big deal.” He murmurs and Shinobu merely shrugs.

“You’ll get them all to yourself tonight since everyone has separate rooms.”

The revelation fills Itto with joy and he holds Shinobu’s words to heart for the rest of the day. However, as the night went on and you were still hanging out with the rest of this new team, his morale sunk lower and lower. When you did finally return back to your shared room, Itto was a mere puddle on the bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you sit on the edge of the mattress and place your palm on his strong back. Itto ignores you with a deep pout resting on his face. “Were you lonely today?”

You must have noticed.

“I’m sorry,” Without a second thought, you shift and lay down beside him. You press your entire body against his muscular back, cheek resting against his shoulder while your hands wrap around his waist. “you were really good today,”

Itto notices his body reacting to your touch as the pout on his lips starts to disappear and the fatigue he feels begins to vanish.

“I was, wasn’t I?” He can’t help but begin to gloat. “Not even one outburst from me!”

“Yup,” You part his thick hair before placing a soft kiss against the back of his neck. “tomorrow I’ll spend the entire day with you, I promise.” Itto tries to remain calm, he really does.

“Tomorrow starts right now,” The oni quickly turns over and gets on top of you with a dangerous glint residing in his eyes. His hands quickly find their way to your hips as he pins you back against the mattress, but, it’s only a brief stop before they begin to descend lower and lower.

“I mean, technically since it’s past midnight- Oh!”

Diluc R.

When Diluc gets jealous, it’s deadly and silent. The air will become tense with his unmovable anger, choking whoever thinks they have a chance with you. Diluc (by himself) is scary enough that he sends people running in the opposite direction so he never has a problem with suitors that seem to be bothering you. Not much can make the winery owner jealous but, when green envy settles deep enough in his chest, he’ll set boundaries with a firm and steady hand. 

Diluc prides himself on being a level-headed man, one who thinks before he acts and one that is rational in every sense there is. 

He doesn’t bat an eye when you become surrounded by people from Mondstadt who want to talk to you, all the people your kind heart has touched. He doesn’t mind when you take care of a few of his drunk customers, offering them water and a napkin. The drunken fools know better to even think about sending a loving stare your way with how Diluc stands tall behind you. 

You’re liked by a lot of people whether you want to be or not, Diluc knows this to be a fact. He easily fell for your personality so it does not shock him in the slightest that other people have fallen for you too. 

However, he never expected that someone close to him would act so familiar with you. Diluc expected this kind of reaction from Kaeya or Lisa, they always serve you with some kind of weak flirting that makes Diluc’s skin crawl and as always, he ignores it. 

But, when the acting grand master comes to the winery and gushes about a new romance novel that you had recommended to her, Diluc starts to take notice. 

He subtly glances over at Jean, at the flush on her face and how excitement seems to have taken her body hostage. The woman’s fingers shake as she hands you the book and a quiet gasp leaves her lips when your fingers brush her own. All of these little things are stuff Diluc doesn’t usually pay attention to. 

He starts to focus when your genuine smile seems to calm Jean down. 

It’s as if overnight, the winery owner takes note of every little thing happening between his spouse and the acting grand master. 

“The main love interest was so hot, right?” You’re gushing over another book, sharing a drink with Jean as the two of you meet for your bi-monthly book club. Diluc hosts the event every time, it’s part of his duty as a husband. “She’s probably my favorite for this month, the way she took care of the protagonist was heavenly!” 

Diluc starts to zone out when you both begin to talk about your favorite sex scenes written into the book. He’s no prude but, he has a sneaking suspicion that if he hears your voice talking about something inappropriate then he’ll have a real problem on his hands. 

“I think you should recommend this one to them, it’ll definitely get the point across.” You slide the book towards Jean and Diluc’s eyes narrow at how she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“You think so?” The blush dusting across her cheeks is admittedly cute but, Diluc finds it hard to acknowledge as jealousy claws at his chest. You seemingly take the blush and run with it. 

“You’ll get laid by the end of this week, I promise!” 

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N),”

Jean’s embarrassed whine and Diluc’s stern scold morph together at your choice of words.

“My love, don’t listen in on this,” You chide your husband before swatting him away with your hand. “this is girls’ talk.” Jean looks between you and her old friend before grabbing the book in her hands, no doubt looking for an easy escape. 

“I’ll let you know how it goes.” She whispers quietly to you, unable to fight the smile taking up her face. You wait until you hear the heavy door of the tavern close before turning back to Diluc. 

“I’m trying to get Jean laid, stop being jealous.” Your accusation nearly causes the larger man to choke, how did you even know?

“I-,” Diluc sighs because he can’t even deny it. He wants to say that he wasn’t jealous but, you both know it isn’t true. If anything, he is feeling relieved and guilty because he was so completely wrong about the acting grand master. 

“She has liked this person for months and if you let all my hard work go to waste, I will be very upset with you!” Your passion lights up your eyes and the mere threat to your happiness causes Diluc to instantly be on guard. 

“I apologize, dear,”

“Good because now that you know, you’re the wingman to me being Jean’s wingbitch!”

“I’m sorry, the wing-what?”

Kaeya A.

Oh, when Kaeya gets jealous he makes it a point to be petty. He’s not petty towards you but the offending party because how dare they act familiar with you. His once lingering touch will become heavy and secure on any inch of skin on you that he can reach. Kaeya is subtle with his jealousy, he’s calm and rational until they take the hint. He’ll probably laugh about the entire affair later but first, he’ll need extra attention from you to properly calm down.

“What’s this?” Kaeya murmurs lowly into your ear as he sits on the empty barstool beside you. You try to swat your husband’s touch away and remain focused on the other woman next to you but, Kaeya’s long arms and impossibly tight grip almost make the simple task of finishing a conversation hard to do. 

His eyes drag up the body of the other person, calculatingly cold as he takes in all the little touches she sends your way. The light taps of her fingers against your wrist and the way she leans in incredibly close to you with a hidden shimmer resting in her eyes. 

Kaeya can’t help but feel a little threatened. 

“Who is she?” He keeps his voice quiet, muttering the words behind your ear as his eyes dart to some other area in the bar. The captain is sure that this woman knows who he is, how couldn’t she? If she knows who you are then she certainly knows who Kaeya is because the esteemed adventurer is always seen with their dutiful husband. 

That and he’s the Cavalry Captain but, Kaeya personally holds the title of husband higher than anything else. 

You ignore him once again as you laugh at the side comment she makes about a trade route in Inazuma. The sound of your laughter, once reserved for him, makes the captain’s chest begin to ache. The feeling is so uncomfortable that he starts to feel antsy and without even realizing it, his favorite wine is placed in front of him without even asking. 

The flash of red in his vision can only mean one thing, Diluc saw. If his own brother is extending a limb to share an ounce of kindness his way then Kaeya knows that this situation is more serious than any other. 

He tries to calm himself with a sip of his wine, eyes now trained back on the other beautiful woman. Her light pink hair and pretty fox ears make him feel small. 

“The next time you find yourself back at the shrine, come find me,” The woman finally rises from her seat and places a gentle hand on your cheek to pinch at the skin. She stands incredibly tall with her back straight and hands resting in front of her waist like a proper lady. Her eyes brighten with mischief as she looks Kaeya over before laughing at the protective hold he has on you. It’s a sweet sound that echoes throughout the bar as she makes her exit. 

“Goodbye, Miko!” You wave at your friend and turn to face Kaeya once she is out of your sight. 

“She likes you,” Kaeya quickly points this out as if it is an already stated fact, you can see the insecurities darkening his blue eyes. 

“She does not,” You gasp, you would know if someone was coming on to you. But, Miko is someone who likes to tease so you know for a fact that her affections are nothing past platonic. You can’t help but press Kaeya for answers anyway. “why do you think that?” 

His hands tighten on your hips, it’s a gentle touch that keeps him grounded. 

“Because she looks at you the way I do,” His sweet confession makes your cheeks burn and the amused scoff behind you from a certain bartender goes completely over your head. The trivial attempt at teasing you does not work, if anything it makes him seem a little on edge to you. 

“Kaeya,” You turn in your seat to face him, back straight as you look him over with your hands resting on your hips. “she has someone first of all-” Kaeya doesn’t look too sure. “and second of all, she is just a shrine maiden I met in Inazuma. It’s alright, I promise,”

“I’m sorry for not introducing the two of you, she isn’t really the friendliest,” You feel guilty about it but, you’d do anything to save Kaeya from Yae’s teasing and calculated insults. “besides, I’m only interested in you, always.” 

Your husband tries to hide his blush as he turns his face away from you but the smile twitching on his lips is not something he can fight. 

“I’m sorry,” He sighs into his glass, taking another sip of it before looking back at you. “I shouldn’t have gotten so-”

“Obsessive, paranoid?” Diluc cuts in as he dries a glass. Kaeya’s smile drops into a pout.

“I was going to say protective.”

Scaramouche

Scaramouche’s jealousy is something everyone should be scared of. The puppet can’t control his anger well and often lashes out at the slightest sense of being uncomfortable. Whoever makes him feel this way, whoever is too comfortable with you, should pray that the Archons are more merciful than he is. Scaramouche has no problem ridding such low-life creatures from your life and he will do it without flinching, even your own anger at him won’t be enough to get him to stop. 

Scaramouche didn’t notice it at first.

He didn’t notice that one of the guards he personally hand-picked to protect you would end up being soft for you as well. There were clear instructions for none of the four personnel to speak with you, no matter if you spoke to them. Their jobs were clearly stated as to watch you and guard you. 

Anything else that you needed was something Scaramouche himself could personally deal with. 

How couldn’t he notice it before? The lingering stares, the fact that on multiple occasions the guard would return later than the rest. Scaramouche feels his entire body melt into molten lava, he’s fuming inside as he cracks a dent in his wooden desk. 

He’ll make you both pay for this affair, the guard will die and you will suffer until you’re begging him to take you back. 

The first part had already been dealt with, the guard was long gone in a dark cell the second Scaramouche had even begun to be suspicious. He remembers the fear in the bright eyes of his subordinate, he took pleasure in torturing him until his body could no longer take it. 

No matter how much the man denied the allegations of the affair, Scaramouche didn’t believe it. 

“Wake up, wench,” Scaramouche is not light with his anger as he swings open the door to your bedroom. The room disgusts him and he remembers how he gave in to your begs for a private space. He was a fool back then, he won’t ever make that mistake again. How many times was that guard in here? How many times had he laid in your bed?

Scaramouche takes pride in how you jolt out of your sleep, flinching against the blankets. Your startled appearance is tinted with the effects of heavy slumber and it takes a few blinks for you to notice the man in the room. The pungent irony smell grabs your attention before Scaramouche’s bloody appearance. 

You know for a fact that the blood isn’t his. 

“W-What’s wrong?” You try to keep your voice quiet and leveled, seeing that he is as active as an open minefield. Navigating Scaramouche in such an angered state is the most dangerous thing you have ever done. 

“I’m fine.” He replies, eerily calm but the slight twitch in his eye gives his unhinged state away. “You should be asking your little boyfriend what is wrong,” The way he spits out the word boyfriend, lacing the world with venom, makes you flinch. 

“My boyfriend?” You parrot back, tilting your head slightly in confusion. The way you feign innocence is enough to push Scaramouche over the edge as he grabs your wrists tightly in his hands. 

“Your beloved guard, you filthy whore,” He grins at the thought of the man now being thrown into a prison where he will never see the light of day. His initial plan to kill the other man was stuffed deep into his draw when he thought about how he could make him suffer every single day, death would be too kind. 

Your eyes widen in realization, heart dropping at his threat. 

“What did you do to Ivano?” You make the mistake to glare up at him, anger now fueling your entire body. “Whatever you think you know, it’s wrong.” 

His hand lets go of your wrists, rising high and you’re sure that he is going to slap you until his hands fist in your hair and he presses his face mere inches away from yours. 

“I know that you’re a slut, a whore, unloyal to me and this marriage.” The loud boom of his voice only serves to make you angrier and you kick your limbs to try to get him off of you. If you had been in a clearer state of mind then perhaps you would have seen the tears in his lashline or the way his body was shaking with betrayal. 

“Are you implying that I have cheated on you? I have done no such thing!” You yell back into his face, hands now roughly pushing at his shoulders. 

“Don’t lie to me,"

“You believe that I cheated on you with Ivano?! The one who is married to Tonia, my friend? You’re a fucking fool!” 

Scaramouche doesn’t listen to your reasons, he refuses to as he pushes your thighs widely apart and settles in between your legs. 

“Your pathetic words mean nothing to me. I will teach you to be loyal, I’ll fuck it into your brain until it is the only thing you know.”

[enmasae]

Desire of the fittest - Part 1

Self Aware Genshin Alternate Universe - Guide AU (my own take on sagau)

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Warnings :

Adult content (such as violence, bullying, toxic relationships, cursing, angst, nsfw, and others) and yandere behavior (such as obsessive and possessive display)

Theories and lore informations

Since this is my take on an alternate version of Genshin Impact, I've taken the liberty to include elements that may not align with the game's lore but will make sense in this particular story.

Content : Kaeya and Diluc's wonderful sibling dynamic, Pantalone's charisma, Ningguang and Beidou making me question things about myself, Venti's poetic rumbles, Aether's sister issues

As it is a "x Reader", i use the pronoun "you" and wrote the protagonist as gender neutral.

In the city of contracts, one might never sleep admidst the lights adorning the starry night. The milliths exhibit strong commitment to the protection of their people and, to some extent, their alcohol. Priorities vary, with some indulging in their duty while others drink to their heart's content. For example, a reckless young knight in training sneaks in the few dim alleys the town might provide, a risky task considering his bright red hair. However, this detail doesn't dissuade him from neglecting his duties and following his own sense of justice.

"I hope you got a good excuse for this one, you know. I'm running out of ideas to give Varka and Jean to save our badges."

The knight's face betrays little surprise as he observes the other man leaning on his shoulders. The redhead stares at his coworker and gives him a forceful shove, clearly irritated by his mere presence. The other knight raises his hands as to surrender, a quirky smile growing on his features.

Seizing the man by his collar, the redhead forcefully pins him against the nearest wall. One hand silences the sweet talker, while the other firmly grips the weapon's pommel at his belt. Despite this, the knight's focus remains fixed on the pair strolling past the concealed alley. Only when the target disappears from his view does the redhead shift his attention to the restricted man.

"If you're so afraid to lose your career, why do you keep following me ? Tell me Kaeya, is it funny for you to stick your nose in my business ?"

Kaeya, as he's called, emits a dry laugh before forcing himself out of the redhead's grip. He brushes off his shoulder pads and arranges his hair to his preferred style, tidy yet with a hint of wildness.

"I care about you Diluc, is that so hard to catch on ? You're the only family i have left. You know ? Your brother ?"

The red hair is quick to rectify the man.

"Adoptive brother."

Unfazed by the knight's irritable mood, Kaeya crosses his arms and nonchalantly toys with his nails. Diluc, rolling his eyes, shifts his attention to the pair he's been tailing. He silently curses upon spotting them entering one of the numerous restaurants lining the main street.

"Fantastic, just splendid. Now, either you willingly return to Varka and the Tianquan, or I'll simply knock you out and leave you here until I'm done."

"Or, I could help you get to the bottom of your self-assigned heroic mission, because I know troubles come when you get impulsive like that."

Diluc grunts in his breath, accepting the situation as it is, much to the patched eye knight's delight.

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In the Liuli Pavilion, customers savored their meals in tranquility, engaging in cheerful conversations about their day and the latest gossip. However, an air of tension hung over the staff tonight. While some attributed it to the festivities taking place, little did they know that the luxurious VIP room, a privilege only accessible to a select few in Teyvat, had been reserved for the evening by one of the renowned harbinger.

Raising his wine glass, the ninth harbinger subtly toasts the occasion with his present partner. Sipping the drink, he places it meticulously on the table, ensuring his actions meet the standards of the person sitting across from him. As his lavender eyes gracefully meet yours, he can feel his smile growing fondly.

"Now that I think about it, you never gave me one of your intertwined fate, hum~?"

His comment makes you scoff in slight mockery, amused by his phrasing.

"You know very well that's not how it works."

Sadly for you, he isn't one to back down easily, he tends to lean more towards negotiation. Despite having performed numerous deeds for you, the unfortunate truth is that you've settled every debt owed to him. Your shared appreciation for fairness is a quality he respects. Even if he loathes the lack of any blackmail's materials he could use against you, it's very unlikely that he will take action to remedy this fact.

"Even if I generously provide the goods~?"

Setting aside your chopsticks, you emphasize your point. Normally, engaging in a debate with him would be enjoyable, but at the moment, you don't have the mind for such mental games.

"Pantalone."

Considering his personality, you should have known that such a small display won't faze him.

"[Name]."

You sigh and focus your attention on the meal he graciously covered for you. Though you could have easily afforded it, you appreciate the care. While savoring your food and avoiding prolonged eye contact, your pointed ear twitches at a sudden yet subtle sound.

"Is something disturbing you ?"

Glancing discreetly at one of the open windows, you reassure the man, hoping to lessen his keen interest in your every move. His meticulous gaze is bound to make you uneasy. It would be in your best interest to change the subject.

"A war is brooming."

The revelation doesn't appear to surprise the man greatly as he gestures for you to carry on.

"Hum ? And, what kind ?"

"I cannot see what the future unfolds, Pantalone, I'm no seer. It could be harsh, fierce or treacherous, I wouldn't know."

Chuckling, the man runs his finger along the rim of his glass before indulging in another sip.

"I'm gonna need more information, my dear. I'm afraid I can't do much with only an assumption."

Seizing your food in a more aggressive manner, you point your chopsticks towards the man's face.

"It's far from a possibility, it will happen."

Pantalone leans to eat the food held between your utensils with a rather teasing smile. He finishes his mouth while whipping any condiment that might have clung to his lips.

"Hm, quite salty if you want my opinion. Anyway, how come one who can't grasp the future like you, your words not mine, seems so convinced that a war will occur, hum~?"

As a way to turn back on him, you snatch a portion of his food directly from his plate. Deliberately savoring each bite at a slow pace, your resentful gaze remains fixed on his. You're not one who likes to share.

"I didn't know you could be childlike, it's quite cute~."

Clearing your throat, you refuse to get embarrassed by such words.

"As I was saying, I am sure it will happen because it concerns my kind."

As you finish your plate, you fold your hands together, creating a makeshift headrest. You catch the curious gaze of the harbinger as he gestures you to pursue.

"They have started to show an interest in this world. And believe me that it will get ugly once they come here. After all, Teyvat and its people are one of a kind."

Pantalone appears to think for a moment, his usual smile shifting in a subtle frown.

"I understand now the kind of problems such scenery could cause... What about you ? What would you do if- I mean, when the time comes ?"

You smile brightly, seemingly eager to answer this specific question. The man cannot help but notice the subtle glimmers of light shining softly around your head. While you may view it as an annoying flaw, he appreciates the element's reactions to your mystical presence. These manifestations are a giveaway on your feelings, making it easier for him to read.

He chuckles to himself while reminded of that one time steam literally came out of your ears.

"I already planned everything to the last minus detail, you don't have to worry about me."

Pantalone returns your smile and not so subtly extends his hand toward yours. He smoothly intertwines his fingers with yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Oh I'm not worried, I know you're capable~. I was merely curious if you would be more... open at the thought of fulfilling your role as a guide, especially in this context. After all, you still lack a main vessel, don't you ?"

You swiftly withdraw your hand from his grasp before standing up. Your gaze shifts to the open window where a little wick of red could be seen next to a soft looking lock of blue.

"Our time together was pleasant, but i'm afraid you'll have to excuse me."

As you take your leave, Pantalone's smile fades as he too stands up from his seat. It seems he took things too personal again. He approaches the staff member, seemingly waiting for the dinner's payment, and gives him the right amount via a lavish bag full of moras.

"H-hope to see you again, s-sir."

Disregarding the pitiful display, he leaves the establishment , wondering when he might have the opportunity to see you once more.

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"Ningguang, please, i beg of you to listen to reason. This kind of threat doesn't loom over Mondstadt alone, all of Teyvat is at risk."

The grand master of the Knights of Favonius searches fervently for any signs of concern in the reddish eyes of the woman before him, yet her smile remains calm and unfazed. Her presence commands respect as she speaks to the man in an eloquent tone, dismissing his concerns with a flick of her fan.

"I am well aware of the situation in the north and the peril it poses, Varka. However, I feel the need to remind you that our capabilities are limited in addressing this issue."

The towering man forcefully slams his fist on the woman's desk, causing some paperwork to flutter down gradually. Under normal circumstances, Varka isn't someone to easily lose his composure. Yet, with the recent surge of problems, even his usual calm begins to falter.

"Stop beating around the bush !"

Displeased with the man's tone, Ningguang rises from her seat and strides toward the irritated knight. She seizes the man's cheeks, causing him to grunt from the pressure made by her claw-like jewelry.

"The Qixing and I are currently deeply engaged in the construction of the Jade Chamber, i cannot allow half of the millith's forces to join the knights of favonius in a perilous mission doomed unsucessfull. Do i make myself clear ?"

Varka attempts to free himself from Ningguang's grasp by reaching for her hand, but the noblewoman prevents him from doing so by stepping back herself. Seated elegantly on her desk, she discards her fan to take a slight inhale from her pipe, attentively observing the resentful gaze of the man.

"I came to Liyue believing that the Tianquan would be the most understanding. Unfortunately, it seems that selfishness plagues all nations."

"Cut her some slack old man, not everybody is willing to die for some greater good. Here, have a drink."

Varka looks at the half-naked woman slouching on the expensive couch while presenting him an opened flask, most likely containing alcohol. The man averts his eyes, embarrassed by her shameless behavior.

"Oh archons, please, have some decency."

The woman slowly rises from the couch and approaches the man with an unusual sway. As she walks towards him, she struggles to maintain balance on her two feet. Her body moves uncontrollably, resembling the unsteady motion of a boat. Stopping uncomfortably close to Varka, to his displeasure, she fervently pokes his chest.

"Well, look who's talking! You're the one who barged in uninvited in the middle of the night while this elegant lady and I were enjoying a wonderful night of passion."

Ningguang observes the interaction closely but takes no action to intervene as the woman keeps on intruding the man's personal space. However, her passive behavior changes abruptly when her loved one begins to slide her hand under Varka's uniform.

"Beidou, i must advise you to refrain from teasing him, the gentleman appears to be on the brink of mortification~."

The sea woman gives the man some space without making a fuss, returning to the couch. Flopping onto it crudely, she sips her beverage while muttering inaudible words to herself. Ningguang lets out a sigh as she glances at the drunk woman pouting.

On the other hand, Varka straightens his knight's uniform, choosing to close the topic and avoid dwelling on it any further.

"Your nocturnal escapades are not on my list of interests and i'd like to keep it that way. Spare me the details and we'll all sleep a little more soundly, thank you."

Just as Beidou was about to voice her mind, the door to the private room burst open. Two young knights hurriedly entered, slamming the door shut as if sealing themselves off from a pursuing threat. Judging by Kaeya's heavy breathing, he seemed as if he had just sprinted for his life. Diluc, though equally exhausted, maintained a more composed demeanor.

"Care to explain where you two were ?"

The brothers instantly straightened from their slouching forms, standing at attention, fists over their hearts. Varka folded his arms, seemingly awaiting a response. Diluc broke the silence, his eyes challenging the Grand Master's gaze as he spoke first.

"On duty."

Kaeya scoffs dismissively, adding a sardonic remark to punctuate his disdain.

"I'm not sure discretely following a harbinger and a guide, getting discovered and almost dying on the spot was part of the mission we were assigned to."

The Tianquan's ears perk up at the mention of such individuals by the young knight. If his statement proved to be true, then troubles were brewing right under her nose. The prospect doesn't sit well with her.

Diluc quickly retorts with a tone laced with disdain, his brother's attitude getting on his nerves more than it already has.

"Would it kill you to shut your mouth once in a while ?"

"Would it kill you to respect the knight's code once in a while ?"

Beidou erupts into a loud laughter as it slowly fades into amused chuckles. In her inebriated state, the interaction between the two unfolds as a hilarious spectacle. Varka doesn't appear to find the situation funny as his facial expression twitches with carefully concealed anger.

Interestingly, Diluc appeared to share a similar state, albeit for different reasons.

"You don't even know what you're talking about."

Kaeya makes a concerted effort to maintain formation as he turns his head to look at the redhead.

"Oh, forgive me ! All you ever do is chase your damn heart's desires in the guise of justice, and that's precisely how you put not just yourself but everyone around you in danger ! You're downright inconsiderate and recklessly hot-headed."

Sensing a headache starting to form, Varka decides to finally intervene.

"That's enough, both of you. Childish bickering is unbecoming of knights. Now, I want to know where you were and what you were doing. Keep it brief."

The bluish knight keeps his eyes shut and mouth silent. His brother decides to confront the Grand Master, seemingly unimpressed by his towering composure and the fact that he could send him flying with a flick of his wrist.

"It doesn't matter what we witnessed, you couldn't possibly do anything about it anyway. Just like your expedition in the north, they won't amount to anything in the end."

The fiery attitude of the knight briefly snaps the drunk woman out of her clouded mind. She cheers with her nearly empty bottle before sleep reclaims her once more.

"Ah ! The kid got some spunk ! Reminds me of... what was his name again...?"

Diluc coughs as smoke wafts into his face. He glances at the woman responsible, who smiles while inhaling from her pipe again.

"It would be in your best interest to learn what to keep to yourself and what should be shared, boy. If a guide is indeed involved with a harbinger, something serious is looming. Trust me, you don't want the weight of people's lives on your shoulders."

The knight ignites the remaining essence inside the pipe, allowing it to burn and depriving her of anything else to smoke. The woman scoffs at the man's use of his Pyro vision. It's akin to witnessing a child throwing a tantrum for not being taken seriously. Yet, unlike the hollow threats of a kid, the fire in his eyes dared the Tianquan to change his mind.

Surveying the remaining people, he briefly locks eyes with Kaeya. Sensing his concern, yet dismissing it, he storms out of the room.

"I know what i must do, and it doesn't concern any of you."

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A loud shattering noise brings Diluc back to his senses. He glances at the culprit and frowns upon seeing the local bard laying on the floor with a broken wine bottle. Giggling to himself, the drunkard appears to be in his own world, thoroughly enjoying himself. The bartender grabs him by his shirt, hoisting him back onto his stool.

With the late hour upon him, Diluc finds himself with only the lonesome bard as a customer. Eager to begin his journey home and well aware of this specific client's penchant to be annoying when it comes to alcohol, he decides to employ a different strategy than his usual approach.

"So, when do you think i should kick you out ?"

Venti continues to giggle slightly, leaning on the bar counter. He toys with the glass Diluc so gracefully served him, mischief forming in his eyes as he glances at the redhead. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem to be that drunk anymore.

"Let's say... If you tell me why you were lost in such a thoughtful row, i might let you know~."

The bartender dismisses it with a simple shrug, clearly not in the mood to satisfy the bard's curiosity.

"I was just reminded of something."

As the breeze softly wafts through a small crack in the bar's window, Venti's smile takes on a more knowing gleam. He slides his empty glass playfully along the counter, a silent request to get a refill. Unfortunately, Diluc only takes the glass to clean it, refusing to pour more alcohol for him.

As he resigned on getting more of the sweet beverage, Venti sighs and settles on trying to decipher the bartender's thoughts.

"Well, I don't mind to guess~."

Diluc scoffs, skeptical of the drunkard's boastful claim. While he doesn't feel the need to engage in Venti's game, a hint of curiosity lingers. Who knows, perhaps the bard might have something intriguing to say.

"I've caught wind that the traveler's back from their journey. We haven't crossed paths, but rumor has it that their tale isn't quite cheery."

As Venti's concern reflects in his eyes, Diluc can only wonder what's hidden behind those poetic rumbles.

"I've known about their return in Mondstadt for quite a while now, but i haven't gotten the chance to meet them yet."

The bard contemplates the redhead's words with a thoughtful hum. Determined to get under his skin, he retrieves his lyre, creating a gentle tune that pierces the silence in the tavern. His expression bears the weight of sorrow as he poetically expresses his thoughts.

"Let his story be a lesson.

One learned from past takes,

To steer clear of repeating mistakes.

Beware of ones who claim as guides,

for their path conceals deceptive tides.

As stories have shown,

they cannot be trusted to bring you home.

Truth easily brushed aside with vows so sweet,

Yet, remember, once humans, their hearts did beat.

Let their story be a lesson,

Unspoken, like an untold confession.

One that shall not be named,

so it may never repeat again."

As the melody gently fades away, satisfaction spreads into the bard upon witnessing surprise on the man's features.

"Hehe, told you i was good at guessing~."

In his silent contemplation, Diluc gazes at the sword that once symbolized his knighthood, now relegated to a mere wall ornament. There was a time when he wielded it with pride. These days, when confronted with his nocturnal 'duties', he opts for heavier armaments. Regrettably, without his claymore in close reach, his former sword remains the sole option should the need for self-defense arise.

"Such strange beings... Aren't they fascinating ? While not being from these lands, it feels as if they've existed here long before life itself."

Venti follows the redhead's gaze, unbothered by his cautious demeanor. After all, he, too, once felt intimidated by the mere mention of guides. Nevertheless, his past fear primarily stemmed from his unfamiliarity with them. Having personally witnessed their exceptional powers, he understands that while one should avoid provoking them, it's quite simple to earn their favor.

"Some cruel, some benevolent, they only share their pride. Powerful yet feeble, to survive, they are reliant on what they term a 'vessel'. To their host, they may seem divine, yet in truth, they're nothing but a parasite."

Observing the bard rise from his stool, Diluc steps away from the counter to obstruct the main entrance of the tavern. Crossing his arms, he challenges Venti to take another step, his pyro vision blazing brightly as a silent warning.

"How do you know so much about them ?"

Amused by the situation, the not quite inebriated individual appears unfazed by Diluc's fiery demeanor, lifting his arms in mock surrender. His eyes emit a faint glow as a gust of wind forcefully opens the window, extinguishing all the candles illuminating the tavern. Irritated by the incessant noise of the window slamming against the wall, Diluc promptly closes it. Turning his attention back to the bard, he furrows his brows upon realizing that Venti hasn't made a hasty retreat. It's peculiar since the bard is renowned for employing cunning tactics to escape undesirable situations. Venti nonchalantly shrugs in response to the accusing gaze from the redhead, as if he weren't the one responsible for the sudden gust of wind, despite the 'anemo vision' resting on his belt.

"That's a tale for another day~. What's more important is why you seem to hold such an interest in them."

Realizing the bard has no intention to utter another word, Diluc sighs and clears the path to the exit. He gestures to Venti with a nod, signaling him to leave while he allows it.

"I have my reasons."

Entertained by the fact that he didn't need to be forcibly kicked out, the bard chuckles to himself before making a swift departure, leaving his parting words to resonate in the air.

"Hehe, fair enough. But if you do wish to learn more about them, heed my advice. Fools seeking aid from those with selfish desires rarely find anything good in return."

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As waves gently caress the shore, a symphony of memories, both ancient and recent, courses through them. The gentle cadence of the sea does not drown out the melody hummed by the young man standing in the water. Unfazed by the sea reaching his knees or the cool night breeze, he stands with eyes open but vacant, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight.

With utmost care, he places on the water's surface a leaf-crafted vessel bearing a delicate arrangement of flowers, a tribute to his sister. As the final notes of his haunting melody linger in the night, a lament of anguish and sorrow, he releases the makeshift boat to be carried away by the current.

Soft tears flow down his face as his voice gently wanes. Upon arriving for the first time at this shore with a solemn vow to reunite with his sister, his ignorance veiled his eyes. Admidst the new sights this world had to offer, a strange familiarity embraced him. As the wind tousled his hair down to the way the soil felt beneath his feet, it was as if he had returned home.

He reflects on his past as a soldier, an obedient one who never questioned orders, devoid of a sense of morality, discerning neither good nor bad. He was merely following commands.

He recalls about her once gentle nature, a soul averse to causing harm, adorning herself not for personal satisfaction but for others' admiration. Her explanations of right and wrong were delivered calmly, never raising her voice.

They both changed so much, left with nothing but themselves and memories to nurture. Their relationship was at the time a delicate balance, with even the smallest mistakes sparking intense fights.

With time, she developed a stronger personality, becoming more reserved and secretive. He, however, found a way to articulate his feelings, expressing himself in ways he couldn't comprehend before. She loved to tease his newfound soft side.

But someone had robbed him of that. When he encountered her again at the end of his journey, he realized he was too late. In their final meeting, although her body was still breathing, there was no soul inhabiting it, no mind radiated from her mortal shell.

As she was no longer herself, he had no option but to end her suffering.

"Well, it's not often i get to meet with you alone. Where is that little fairy friend of yours ?"

As he feels tender hands cupping his face, a smile graces his features, whispering your name. To him, it has been too long since the last time you two shared such a peaceful moment. The infrequency of your meetings only heightens the value he places on them.

"Paimon is currently receiving care from the sisters of Mondstadt's cathedral. She got quite injured during our latest adventure. As for why i am here, I needed some time alone to bid a proper farewell."

He opens his eyes, savoring the sight of yours. Their intricate hues bear untold secrets that he longs to unravel. The patterns on your skin accentuate the natural bioluminescence of your body, preserving tales from times long past. Gently, he raises his calloused hand to your own, relishing in the comfort. As he senses your delicate fingers wiping away the tears from his face, more flows out.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

As his guide, he understands the price to pay for the honor bestowed upon him. Deep down, he understands the strength and knowledge you provided were for your own survival. The love he receives depends on the satisfaction he brings to you. He doesn't care if you use him as a vulgar puppet, as long as he remains by your side. He can't lose you, not you too.

"My sister liked to say that home is wherever we are together. Since we were all that were left of our home, i guess it was true."

His voice is parched and laden with sorrow as he clings to you like he would for a lifeline.

"She was the one determined to find somewhere for us to settle. But everywhere we went, troubles came. Either we had to flee or we were chased away. Times were hard, but at least we had each other. She was the only one I could rely on."

"But times have changed; you don't have to flee anymore, you don't have to follow orders, you don't have to live in her shadow. You can listen to your heart's desires."

In the silent exchange of glances, Aether notices the profound emptiness in your eyes, a void untouched by the shared sadness or comfort he seeks. The weight of realization descends upon him, as denial attempts to cloak the newfound awareness. The touch that he craved for earlier radiated no warmth. A sense of betrayal settles over him, sending chills coursing through his body.

"... you knew."

With the guilt slowly making itself evident on your face, he pushes your hands away from his. Stumbling on his feet, the world around him spins as if he has just awakened from a profound dream. The thought of you betraying his trust unsettled him. After all, the bond you shared wasn't a trivial pinky promise but a deep connection where he lived for you, and you for him.

"... you knew it would happen... you knew and yet... you did nothing ?"

He retreats slowly toward the shore, and as you follow, your hands gently signal him to calm down, much like one would soothe a frightened animal.

"It was already too late the day i saved you from that shade."

His heart aches as your words sink in. Closing the distance between the both of you, Aether decides to listen. He allows you to take his hands in yours, feeling the squeeze accompanied by a sudden cold. It's a familiar chill that he's come to associate with your moments of sadness.

"Then why did you save me ? Why didn't you save her ? Why. Me."

You guide him gently to the dry sand, ensuring his gaze follows your movements. As you start drawing shapes on the ground, they soon come to life in a light green hue, dancing around both of you. Aether recognizes himself in one of them and reaches out to touch it. Luminescent particles spread apart at his sudden movement, only to reform elsewhere near them. The scene changes, depicting the fateful day he lost Lumine.

"... you were both destined to die. I chose you because you reminded me of my old self."

He witnesses the divine being capturing his sister only to target him next. Aether perks up by the appearance of another shape. He observes how you protect him from the deity before the scene changes once more. Nostalgia fills him as he watches you forge the bond between the two of you. A soft laugh escapes him at the sight of Paimon being fished out, breathing life into your dynamic.

"You were quite stupid and ignorant."

Beads of sweat flow down his face as the shapes replays some of his past mistakes. In an attempt to avoid further embarrassment, he raises his hand to dispel the particles. You intervene by gently seizing his hand and guiding it to his heart.

"Yet, I could sense your determination to protect what you hold dear."

His ethereal counterpart proudly raises his blade against the final obstacle in his journey. It appears fearless, prepared to confront what he believed would be its greatest foe. However, that confidence crumbles when the monstrous shape morphs into the likeness of his sister. He observes as his particle self thrusts its sword through her, taking her life. As the particles slowly disperse, he meets your gaze, bitterness filling his throat.

"If I were to apologize for all the secrets i kept from you, that would be a lie. For all I did was solely to protect you."

You embrace the boy one final time before fading away. Aether's arms linger in the air before he wraps them around himself, trembling slightly. Shivers run down his spine as he comprehends what you've left behind. He gingerly picks up the small gemstone on the sand and clenches his fist. Anger wells up within him as he gazes at the cracked little starshaped orb, a symbol of your shattered bond.

You abandoned him.

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"Ugh, are you done yet ? Witnessing your sickening sweetness with him is making me nauseous."

Upon opening your eyes, you sense cramps crawling through your body, as if emerging from a deep coma. You snatch the helmet-like device off your skull and shove it away. The man attending to you utters an annoyed "watch it" in response.

"Deal with it."

The man assists you in exiting the machinery, disconnecting various tubes and electronics that monitored your health and body state. He grunts upon witnessing your attempt to straighten up quickly, and he gently compels you to lay back. Muttering additional curses, he likely expresses irritation at your impulsive actions, fully aware of the associated risks.

"Do you really need to go to such lengths? First, you toyed with his memories, and technically, you're the reason why he lost his dear 'sister.' And now, after all the efforts you put into him, you're just giving up ?"

You forcefully pull his hands away from your body and swiftly rise to your feet. Letting out a grunt, you massage your temples as a headache begins to intensify. Moving slowly, you skip a few steps, struggling to stand on your own but determined to reach a proper bed for some rest.

"I know what i have to do and i don't need your concern."

Depriving you of the chance to take another step on your own, the man hoists you onto his shoulder and carries you like a sack of potatoes. With no strength left, you acquiesce, but in silence, you mentally note to make him pay for this humiliation.

"Ugh, guides. I would never understand your kind."

You snarl and swiftly retort to his remark, delivering a quick hit to his hips.

"I am nothing like them."

The man appears unfazed by your punch, softly placing you on a very comfortable bed. He sighs at your angry gaze and flicks your forehead. It perplexes him how careless you can be when it comes to taking care of yourself, yet how gentle you are when it comes to your vessels.

"And yet, here you are, acting like one."

"And yet, here you are, taking care of me."

You lock eyes with the man, urging him to look away, but he continues to relish the moment. He neatly folds the cozy blanket atop you and tenderly traces the features of your face with his fingers. Despite his harsh and unyielding tone, his facial expression reveals another narrative, one where he could have been more sincere about his feelings.

"We just have a common enemy, nothing more."

Frustrated by his contradictory tenderness and attitude, you opt to usher him out.

"You never know when to shut your mouth do you ? I wonder where you got that."

The man scoffs and exits the room, clearly offended by your words. Finally relishing a peaceful moment, you close your eyes and envision the starry sky you've come to know by heart, one you hold dear, even if it's a mere fabrication. You identify a few constellations and recollect which ones align with your favorites.

After spending countless years in these lands, your meticulous preparations are on the verge of paying off. All the accumulated resources, weapons, and artifacts are about to prove their worth. Finally, you'll have the opportunity to engage in a game that truly fulfills your desires. One marked by chaos and unforeseeable events, where rules are broken and laws cease to matter.

Anticipation builds as you look forward to witnessing the expressions of newcomers when things deviate from their expectations, struggling to survive in a world they believed they knew.

It's going to be a gameboard where, finally, you hold the advantage.

Doesn't it sound fun ?

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[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Ragbros x GN Reader Imagine

CW/TW: YANDERE!!!! CONTENT!!!! If you are not 18 and/or comfortable with possessive behavior, implied kidnapping, toxic relationships, and everything else that comes with yandere content, do not read!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not responsible for what media you to choose to consume.

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I just love. the idea of ragbros being supportive and complacent towards the other’s yandere tendencies once one of them finds a darling. bc it’s like, you were already screwed when one of them fell for you, but now the other one is in on it. and they’re throwing you into your captor’s arms because they care more about their sibling’s happiness than your feelings and free will.

because ultimately, they’re brothers; their relationship is incredibly strained, yes, and they’re weird around each other, yes, and neither of them can communicate worth a shit but imagine

Kaeya, who after falling in love with you quickly gives into his overly possessive feelings with only the smallest shred of guilt. Fawning over you, while at the same time manipulating you into his arms. And Diluc hasn’t seen his brother like this in a while; vulnerable, and painfully happy. Happy in a way that makes his chest ache. This is the Kaeya he had missed ever since the day their father died, because something in you had brought him back from the fake persona he had crafted around himself. Diluc’s been hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, becoming overpowered by the part of himself that never stopped caring about his brother.

On the other hand, from Kaeya’s pov when Diluc starts pining (stalking) for you from afar—he’s more curious than anything. His brother? Falling madly in love? Abandoning all his morals and logic for one person? He’s a little dumbfounded. He thinks about it. Considers the implications. and well. Diluc deserves it. He deserves something good. He’s lost so much, and he does so much for the city already. Shouldn’t Kaeya just help him have this one thing, that he wants more desperately than anything else in the world?

they know how fucked up it is and they don’t try to delude themselves into thinking that maybe they could help the situation; they’re completely aware of how unhinged and unethical the things they’re putting you through are.

If anything, the process of ruining your life probably fixes their relationship. or at least, it makes the rift between them a little smaller by revealing the soft spots they still have for each other after all those years.

and hey, if the other ends up falling for you too, that wouldn’t be too bad right? they might not be the greatest at sharing, but it’s a comfort knowing you’ll definitely never get away with both of them hovering over you and watching your every move.

[ddarker-dreams]

Wither. Yan Kaeya x F Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Underlying yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, depictions of trauma and anxiety.  Word count: 3k. 

Third installment of Transfixed and Equinox. 

If there’s anyone who understands the nuance of loss, it’s Kaeya Alberich.

Not many had the privilege of knowing this about him, but those who did might find themselves subjected to some wry humor when enough alcohol flowed through his system. To most, his remarks might come off as cryptic, more befitting of a bard’s tale than their idea of the whimsical Cavalry Captain. A sobered up Kaeya the following morning could barely blame them for not taking him seriously. Lost and condemned homelands, being abandoned by one patriarch for another, duels fought over soil where blood had recently flowed alongside secrets better kept behind closed lips.

It adds and adds and adds.

One needn’t be an architect to understand this basic principle: continue stacking weight atop an unsteady foundation, and you run the risk of it toppling over altogether.

This is the point Kaeya finds himself at.

The precipice of total collapse.

Jean, the Acting Grand Master, had gone so far as to personally beseech Kaeya to take time off. In her own words, it wasn’t an order from a superior, but concern from a friend. Kaeya had been all but shut up in his office for the rise and fall of multiple moons, his sole lifeline to the outside world Noelle scuttering meals in timely intervals. Jean entered without knocking, since those who tried that method were promptly sent off.

“This isn’t healthy,” she told him. There were maps of Mondstadt strewn about the floor, his curtains pulled taut to refuse the entry of sunlight, and the wax of candles burning for far too long at their lowest point. “I know I might not have the right to speak on this, but taking the time to rest is an important part of working too. We can’t operate without it.”

“For ages, you dealt with complaints that I wasn't working hard enough. It isn’t until the pendulum swings in the other direction that you bother getting involved.”

Jean took the criticism like water off a duck’s back. “Because, unlike some, I see how diligent you work even when the lesser trained eye cannot. This new extreme won’t get you anywhere worth being. You trust me, don’t you? Then you must know I’m taking this seriously. What I commit myself to, I get done.”

He smiled at that. “The same could be said for me.”

“For better or for worse,” she agreed with a sigh. “The lead we’re following is solid. Oh, don’t look at me like that — I’m sure your sources already informed you what I planned to announce in tomorrow morning’s debriefing. We have multiple confirmed sightings from reputable witnesses that the Abyss is making encampments near Wolvendom. Why not rest up for the night so you’re at your best?”

“I thought it was awfully convenient how the door to your office was left open when one of my favorite guards just so happened to be stationed,” he still had yet to look up from the map on his desk. When Jean tracked the movements of Kaeya’s eye, she saw his attention was nowhere else but the aforementioned Wolvendom. He didn’t mind that she all but called him out for taking advantage and orchestrating an information leak, if anything, he’d been counting on it. Her compassion would be what let him get away with it.

A certain brother of his was in a similarly difficult position, he turned a blind eye to some of Kaeya’s more questionable behavior. He’d gladly use this short window to operate in the ways that’d serve him best. 

“We’re worried about you, Kaeya.”

He found it wise that she chose not to press the negative issue in favor of redirecting his attention. Clever, clever. Was that what it was like to be on the receiving end of his own ploys? He can’t say it’s very enjoyable. Nonetheless, he played the game set before him.

“And who exactly is ‘we’, might I ask?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t already know, far from it. He just wanted it spoken aloud; given form so tangible he could almost reach out and touch it. There is satisfaction to be found in sublime suffering. For if he was robbed of that, he mused, he’d be left unable to feel anything at all. Now that wouldn’t do.

Jean contemplated the merits of giving Kaeya what he wanted or what he needed. In the end, he reigned victorious, as she went with the former.

“[First]. You can act strong around her all you like, but she knows better. She sees past it and chooses not to say anything… in your presence, at least. Barbara tells me she’s more concerned with your condition than her own. That should be telling enough.”

At long last, Kaeya looked up from his map and pushed aside his seemingly endless schemes. The Dandelion Knight did not see a man who had lost his ambition, but one that clung to its thorns, no matter how much it made him bleed. He took pride in the pinpricks for it proved he would never let go.

A mutual, knowing glance was exchanged while words were withheld. It was understood then that no combination of clever lexicon or perfect intonation would move him. Perhaps Jean already knew she’d be unsuccessful in her endeavors, yet felt moved to try anyway, as it was better to try and fail than to recognize doing nothing would net the same results. Kaeya respected and adhered to that very notion himself.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Jean announced, her lips pulled into a firm line. He knew that expression well — unsatisfied, with a hint of regret. It’s the countenance that greeted him whenever he happened upon his reflection.

She paused just before her hand could twist the doorknob. “That glaze lily on your desk… if you tend to it too much, as you have been, it’ll be smothered by your efforts and wilt.”

Whether or not Jean spoke with the glaze lily in mind was debatable. But right at that point, Kaeya was in no mood to engage in discourse and preferred to leave it at that. There wasn’t anything she could tell him that he didn’t know himself.

“I’ll take note of your apparent botany expertise, Acting Grand Master.”

She hesitated, but in the end, left without another word.

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Come morning, neither Jean nor Kaeya acknowledge the chasm formed by last night’s dialogue. They keep matters professional. Jean, for the sake of maintaining appearances, and Kaeya, because his attention could not be divided up any further. He’s certain that Crepus Ragnvindr himself could resurrect in front of his very eyes and he’d pay the miracle no mind.

As he fights, cutting through otherworldly forces that sought to do his beloved irreversible harm, it is your image and voice that guides his blade.

Kaeya, what would I do without you?

He remembers thinking it was a silly question at the time. For in his mind, he decided he’d always have you; and you, him. There was no other option. He’d entertain nothing else.

It’s like you always know what to say to make me feel better.

He had to. For if he didn’t, what use would you have for a depraved man such as himself?

This is a Windblume I give to you — a testament of my budding love.

What rotten soil he provided it with to grow. Whether it be arrogance or willful ignorance, he thought you could flourish, so long as he preemptively pulled out any weeds that might disturb you. Letters from your home that might encourage you to move back. Well-meaning friends who wondered why your schedule could never work to accommodate them, but always him. Job offers with enticing benefits yet hours too long for his liking. He dirtied his hands in every way imaginable and still, reality saw fit to remain a far cry from his fantasies.

Crimson drips from his silver blade, the tears from the weeping sky above washing it away.

The inclement weather had almost been enough for Jean to delay the attack. It was by his insistence that they carried through with their original plan, save for a few adjustments. Kaeya had prepared multiple strategies in anticipation of anything going wrong. This proved to be useful, for the Knights were successful in their endeavors. Some newer recruits were hurt but far from knocking on death’s door.

However, if it had served his designs, he wouldn’t have hesitated to send them all to an early grave. How fortunate they were that he found the sacrifice to be unnecessary today.

The few Abyss Mages that they rid the world of hardly quenched his thirst for revenge. How could it, when he’s personally had to witness the repercussions of what they did to you? The tears, the spurts of all-consuming anxiety, the nightmares he’d spend hours each night soothing you from? Recovery from a near-death experience was far from linear. For every good day, there seemed to be two bad ones lurking around the corner, waiting to grab you with their impish hands and drag you into the shadows.

Kaeya barely comprehends the fervent calls of his title in the distance. He’s diligent in scrutinizing the various details of the camp, everything from how long the firewood was burning to footprints entrenching themselves in his memory. Stooping over, he examines the mixture of soil where the Abyss Mages once stood, certain that it’ll clue him into discovering more.

“Captain… Kaeya,” a voice he recognizes as belonging to Swan huffs.

The Knight receives a hum in acknowledgment for his troubles.

This soil’s coloration and density is common in Cape Oath, he thinks. I’ll have patrols in the area increased. Perhaps twist it to sound more urgent than it actually is to ensure the higher-ups treat it with immediate attention…

“Um, sir,” Swan tries again to secure his attention. “I know you’re busy, but, [First] had an accident and I was sent to retrieve you—”

Kaeya is towering over him immediately. “What happened?”

His tone is sharp enough to rival the sword he so expertly wielded minutes earlier.

“Well, from what I can understand, [First]’s suffered loss of coordination following the attack on Mondstadt. She apparently fell at an awkward angle and injured her head. Barbara is treating her now, and while it isn’t fatal, she still thought it’d be best to have you alongside her due to how disoriented she is.”

Kaeya taps his foot repeatedly on the muddy ground. “When exactly did this occur?”

“T-Thirty or so minutes after you left, sir.”

“Then why am I hearing about this now, when that was six hours ago?”

“I was advised against interrupting such an important operation, a-and, well, with the weather—”

“The weather. You’re going to blame the weather,” Kaeya deadpans. There were some choice words and actions permeating the back of his mind, but this wasn’t the time or place to act on them. Not with so many witnesses. Swan’s complexion is pallid enough that any passerby might think he had seen a ghost. Such a specter might have been preferable to Kaeya’s chilled wrath.

Kaeya moves past the shuddering man without wasting another breath.

Nothing else matters to him as the scenery blends into an indiscernible blur. He runs as fast as his legs can carry him, ignoring the ache of his muscles and dull throbs of his head. The stormy clouds overhead make it difficult for him to navigate the winding paths and rocky roads, but he journeys onward, branches snapping beneath his feet. His thoughts are dominated by you, owned by you heart and soul. He would ensure that you’d never be without him. This solemn promise that he made to himself could never be broken.

Eventually, he stands before the familiar cobble bridge and gates of Mondstadt. Some people greet him, yet he barely registers their existence, finding them akin to a speck of dust. It wasn’t long ago that he ran this exact route with a similar sense of urgency — when the news came that you had woken up following your attack. At that time, he didn’t know what to expect and desperately wished that he did. He cannot say the same this go-round. He almost doesn’t want to know what awaits him past the doors of the Favonius Cathedral.

“[First]’s just in there,” Barbara tells him, having anticipated his arrival long in advance. Her voice is soft and steeped with sickeningly sweet empathy. “Be sure to keep your voice low, she’s fighting a nasty migraine. I’m sure she wants to see you regardless, though.”

Kaeya wonders if he’ll be able to form any words whatsoever from how out of breath he is. Regardless, he knows how seriously Barbara takes your health; he nods so that she’ll let him in.

You lay inside the small, infirmary-style room, resting on a white cot. He tries — and fails — not to wake you, the telltale squeaking from his wet boots giving him away in an instant. Your eyelashes flutter open, hazy eyes filling with mirth at the sight of your beloved. The smile you give him is nowhere near as forced as his own. There’s no suffering more visceral than seeing the only person you care for in pain. You may try and hide it, but he knows you too well. Your shallow breaths and occasional wince tell him everything your lips won’t.

“You’re absolutely drenched,” you point out, half-joking. Then, your compassion peaks through, like sunshine parting clouds on an overcast day. “I know they have some spare clothes here. It might not be as flashy as your normal garb, but it should do the trick.”

Kaeya kneels by your bedside. He helps himself to your hand, raising it and pressing his lips against the skin in silent reverence. “That desperate to see me get changed, huh? How risqué.”

Banter has always come naturally between you two. After you initially woke from the Abyss’ attack, you told him that while you understand his reasoning, he shouldn’t treat you any differently than how he used to. An impossible task — nonetheless, he agreed so you wouldn’t give him a hard time about it.

Your nose crinkles and you laugh. “You wish. This is—”

A paroxysm overcomes you. You cough and sputter, while Kaeya is helpless to do nothing but watch and look for a remedy to your ailment that doesn’t exist. Fortunately, the attack doesn’t last long, but it serves to further exacerbate your headache. He feels you squeeze down on his hand while you try and regain control over your rebellious body. A few minutes pass in silence until you’re well enough to speak again.

“I’m sorry I made you come all this way,” you mutter. He frowns, quickly deciding that he doesn’t like how you sound when dejected. “It sounds like whatever you were doing today was important. I didn’t… I didn’t ruin anything, did I?”

“What? Of course not,” he dispels the falsehood with a hammering heart. His voice lacks the usual bravado he’s known for. “The last thing I want is for you to feel bad. If I didn’t want to be here, trust me, we wouldn’t be talking right now. You know I’m great at weaseling out of stuff I don’t want to do, don’t you?”

He’s unsure who he’s truly introducing this levity for you, or himself.

Your lips quirk up but you lack the energy to give him a full smile. “Well, that isn’t wrong per se…”

“See? You know me so well,” the parts he wants you to know, at least. He places another kiss on top of your hand. “Now, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to remember that you put up with a person like me. Ah, there’s a good expression, I can tell you’re giving it plenty of thought. Good, good. Okay, back to our little mental exercise. How many people do you think could do that, hm? Not many, I can tell you that much.”

Kaeya squeezes your hand softly. “And then there’s you…”

“Beautiful.”

He kisses your inner wrist.

“Resilient.”

Then your shoulder.

“Precious.”

Finally, your forehead. “Utterly lovable, you. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t think this arrangement is fair. Because maybe it isn’t — just not for the reason you believe. I’m the one making out like a bandit here, not the other way around. I get the honor of saying you’re mine. Got it?”

When you stare at him the way you are now, he remembers just why he adores you so, to the point he’d let himself go mad.

“You still want me to be yours then, despite all the trouble I cause?”

“Trouble,” he repeats the word, almost incredulous. “You’re the furthest thing from it. Perish the thought.”

If you’re trouble, then he can’t fathom what label could be applied to him.

This ardent promise of his appears to settle down your concerns for now. He knows fog as thick as the kind plaguing you can’t be remedied with a few, sweet words, but he hopes he can stave it off for the time being. You settle down back into the bed upon his prompting. He’ll need a towel to dry off where he got you damp in his fit of passion. If you’re bothered by it, you don’t complain, not that he’d ever expect you to.

There are few sounds, save for your soft breathing and occasional footsteps outside the room.

“Kaeya?” You speak up, tentative.

“Hm?”

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” he promises. “Rest up. And try to dream about me a lot too while you’re at it.”

Another laugh. Kaeya swears that a divine-led chorus could scarcely compare to the delight birthed in his chest upon hearing the sound.

His current life with you might not be exactly what he envisioned — but there’s nothing he’s better at than improvising. What matters the most is that he can call you his without you disagreeing. If you knew everything he’d done to earn the right to say that, he’d doubt you’d accept it with the same ease that you do now.

[heartsoredivinity]

thinking about yan!kaeya with a knight!reader who would use his power as the cavalry captain to slowly yet steadily reduce your shifts, detach you from your co-workers and eventually your own job. he can't possibly have you getting hurt now, can he? your acts are beginning to bring you notice in the knights of favonius, giving more way for unwanted suitors toward you, that just can't happen. he doesn't care what means he has to go about, he will ensure you're away from danger and unwelcome attention and instead in his hold.

[allfearstofallto]

I hear your pleas for ideas loud and clear so I raise you yandere Kaeya gaslighting tf out of you. So talented you are, but you always fumble when it comes to presenting your skills to the world. Oh so many wonderful ideas in that mind of yours - too bad they die on your lips.

And that's why you need him. To save you from embarrassing yourself as you clutch your latest creation that would undoubtedly revolutionize some industry against your chest as your eyes burn with unshed tears. It always baffled him that you thought that you were worthy of that honor. I mean, you can't even order a meal without shaking like a leaf.

You aren't built for this lifestyle, now are you? Geniuses could easily bounce back from failure, yet here you are, soaking his shirt with your never-ending tears. Were you ever a genius?

(basically Kaeya gaslight gatekeep girlbossing talented inventor darling into oblivion bc I just know this man would be jealous if you were famous. I'm so sorry for writing so much but this idea has been eating me up inside so now I send it to you. May I be 🐇 Anon?)

🐇 anon, first of all, it is a pleasure to meet you! Secondly, my dear bun, you've saved my ass!! This was such a good prompt and it felt incredible to write!

Maybe I'm just in the mood to write gaslighting bitches cause this felt natural!!

Voiceless

Yandere! Kaeya x reader

TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy

If people could see what was going on inside your head, they'd think you were a genius. And you are, or at least, you believe that you are. But all those faces, all those eyes on you, those people looking at you makes your body go stiff and your words lodge in your throat. And in the end, you look like a bumbling idiot.

But you were his bumbling idiot. That's what he'd tell you at least. Hurtful words yes, but he meant them in an endearing way. His phrases were sweet and loving, even if to the average person they sounded a bit harsh. You explained to people that he didn't truly mean it that way, he was just trying to make you feel better.

“And how was it today?” He’d asked you. He always looked like a work of art when he came home from his long shifts. Every strap and piece of clothing would be pulled from his body as he spoke, he was so careless about showing himself off in front of you, but you were still flustered and shy around him.

With a sheepish smile, you held up the mora that he'd given you to use for a drink, completely untouched. You couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house. A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, but he still kneeled on the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Oh, you sweet, poor thing,” he whispered in your ear. He took your cheeks into his hands and squeezed them lightly, like he was coddling a child, “Still so shy aren't you? It's okay, I speak for you.”

It's like you breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke. All the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder. You were a genius, yes, but you were a genius who could barely speak a full sentence to anyone. Except for Kaeya.

His charming smile and flashy personality made you weary at first. Why would someone like him be interested in something so quiet and timid? You felt like a coal in comparison to his flashy, diamond-like nature. Your mind was like a maze, endless corners and rooms filled with ideas, but you got lost in them as well, and just ended up choking on your own words.

Kaeya released you from his warm embrace and sat down next to you. He looked at the coffee table in front of you, covered in ideas and doodles that you'd have for your latest inventions. Your mouth never moved, but your brain was a constant machine, most days you couldn't get it to shut up. It all had to be let out, in notes or drawings.

He picked up one of the random pages, an idea for a water filter, and a chuckle fell from his lips, “And how would you pitch this one?” He asked. The way those words fell from his lips felt condescending, he already knew that you couldn't do it, but you knew better than to think that. It was just his love, it was how he showed it, he wanted you to succeed.

You felt yourself flush even thinking about it, but you still stood with the paper in your hands. Walking to the other side of the coffee table, you looked down at the notes you'd written. It was all there. Everything about your idea was right there, everything you needed to say was right in front of you. But when you looked up from the page, you felt dizzy, the letters on the paper began to merge and swirl together.

It was like your world had tilted on its axis and suddenly everything was lopsided. You felt yourself spinning, but you knew you were standing perfectly still. The only person looking at you was Kaeya. His beautiful self, like a statue crafted by the gods, was sitting there, focused on you.

An average person would love and adore the amount of attention someone like Kaeya gave. A smolder on his lips and all a sparkle in his eye. But you weren't the average person and you already felt as if you were sinking into yourself, like the world was about to swallow you whole, and before you knew it, tears had started to fall from your eyes.

“Can't even talk in front of me anymore, can you?” He asked and you gave him a slow, solemn nod. You tried to hold back sobs as you realized how truly useless you were. Unable to speak in front of even your own boyfriend, a true genius would never suffer from this.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you'd somehow managed to stutter through your apology, but that much was to be expected of you. Tears fell onto the page and smeared the ink of your notes, but it didn't matter, it's not like you were going to read it anyways.

“That's the problem, my love,” he cooed to you in his usual tone, he stood from the couch and began scooping up all the pages that lay on the coffee table. All your ideas, all your work was crumbled up into a ball. It stung a bit, seeing everything you had worked so hard to make be treated like trash and thrown away, but nothing hurt more than your failures, “You're not built for this kind of thing. You know that, right?” He spoke close to your face, your lips brushing against your, soft like flower petals on your skin.

“I know,”

“But that's okay. Do you know why?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your face and squeezing the fat of your cheeks.

“Because I'm yours. And I don't need to be smart to be yours,”

He held you close to his chest, peppering your forehead with kisses. All your work was thrown in the trash. “It's only making you unhappy,” he said. And he was right. You weren't ready for this. This type of thing wasn't for you. You only needed him.

So you lay in his arms and tried to stop the sniffling. He was the only person you'd need to talk to, he'd be your voice if needed be. You were only hurting yourself trying to do these things that you weren't made for.

[theinnerunderrain]

Their favorite attributes of you

Characters: Kaeya and Diluc.

Warnings: Yandere themes, suggestive content, unhealthy relationships, violence.

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Your words.

Kaeya never really regarded himself to be a verbose man, despite his reputation for being one. Kaeya enjoyed engaging in conversations with a variety of people, from light-hearted banter to in-depth debates from time to time but it wasn't his favorite pastime. Kaeya, however, prefers to listen to your voice above his own during exchanges between the two of you.

As long as Kaeya can hear your voice and acknowledge what you were expressing, he would do whatever it took to aggravate you, even if it meant employing the crudest insults and taunts. He does not really mind if you spew hateful and vicious things as long as he can hear you speak.

Although ordinary social interaction usually meets his demands, hearing your thoughts while you're under his authority seems to be almost certainly more pleasurable. He is enamoured by how quickly your speech becomes agitated, how a tiny movement raises your voice to a high note, and how a simple nibble makes your heart quiver. Your speech becomes slurred anytime his hands brush a lower portion of your body as even the smallest stroke or trace of his fingertips on your flesh can easily cause you to fall undone.

Then your words begin to sound sickeningly sweet, as if another woman had seized control of your body and coerced you into speaking certain seductive sentiments.

As though a lustful devil has taken possession of you.

But Kaeya doesn't mind. Even whether you screamed in wrath or joy at him, or if you sobbed and begged him to let you go. Kaeya doesn't care how you're feeling as long as he can hear you speak and hear you.

As long as your voice is solely his.

It doesn't matter.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Why don't you continue, it seemed like you were finally getting to the interesting part of the tale. I'm waiting, so do continue."

Your eyes.

The brilliance in your eyes seems to be something Diluc cherishes. Even on the gloomiest of days, the illumination within your eyes is joyous and brilliant, like the beacon at the coast that offers the travelers a glimmer of direction. He enjoyed the way your eyes could catch his reflection in them when they peered at him through your heavy eyelashes, fluttering at him in a youthful manner.

He liked how they would look up at him and beg for things he couldn't quite comprehend, but he knew you were pleading for something.

His mind wandered to the innocent deer whose round, doe eyes he used to constantly glimpse in the forest next to the winery, looking timid and fragile. Which might occasionally—more accurately, on extremely rare occasions—provoke the urge in him to slay the deer and hold it in his possession. However, he simply is unable to carry out that thinking; he simply cannot.

Diluc could see everything in the recesses of your eyes. From his aspirations to his wishes to his ambitions to his objectives to his thoughts to his thoughts to his secrets to even his whole existence, which he wanted you to be a part of forever. He observed life through your eyes, predicted the birth of your children, and imagined how you would appear while carrying the blessing you two had created.

He saw it all.

Diluc was by no means an artist, therefore his ability to portray the glimmer in your eyes was severely constrained. Even if he had attempted to portray the serenity of your eyes, all the painting truly achieves is to take that allure away from you, turning you into a doll inside a work of art. In the painting, they resembled glass orbs since they were polished and dark which wasn't something Diluc wanted to see.

That's the reason he was willing to rearrange his schedule just to spend more time with you; he enjoyed taking walks around gardens and listening to you chat about your days, as well as the way your eyes would brighten at certain points. It makes him forget about all the suffering and pain he's gone through and temporarily frees him from his misdeeds.

Your eyes are indeed beautiful.

He doesn't deserve to look at them.

"I love you."

However, there can be instances when he prefers that you keep your eyes shut, particularly during the still hours before morning when he might softly make meaningful confessions. Confessions that are only audible if you listen carefully, as they have the potential to be hollow as swift as the wind, leaving him to flee whenever you awaken.

He was relieved that he couldn't see your eyes staring at him in dread when he leans in to steal a quick kiss from your sleeping form when your eyes are completely closed.

Your eyes are beautiful.

However, it would be better if they were closed to filter out the bloodied corpse of your lover.

"Don't cry...I'm sorry you had to see this. Don't worry everything will be alright, come here. I'm sorry I had to do this."

[yestrday]

ah, but can you imagine yandere third years seeing you in a maid outfit?? i think they might just die LMAO

the theme might be school festival, and your class is doing a maid cafe so which means, you'll have to serve them and call them ... :D

ah, yes. the overdone clichè trope. but there's a reason why it's so popular! who doesn't wanna see cute people in cute maid outfits, right?

your class has just decided on the traditional yet iconic maid cafe trope, courtesy of your ever-adoring harem classmates who want to see you all dolled up. come opening day, however, they start to regret it... because the damn third years keep hogging you to themselves.

venti quickly dashes to your room as fast as he can when he finds out. you barely hold on to the dishes you're holding when he pounces on you, squeeing in glee at how adorable you look. he's a bit too touchy when there are a lot of people around and you have to squirm and whine before you can successfully push him away.

enthusiastically, he takes a seat at a table where he can easily see you in whatever corner of the room. his eyes are sparkling when you finally come up to him to take his order. he takes a bit too long, taking his time to flirt and ramble just so he can get a closer view when a passing scara gruffly snaps at him to hurry the fuck up.

ohhhh this is just too much! venti can barely hold himself back any longer, but he really doesn't want to be more of a nuisance to you than he already is. he makes a mental note to buy you a maid dress exactly like this one, maybe even a little bit... shorter? ehehe ♡

maybe he'll convince you to wear them over at his house, with a few other costumes he'd like to try. y'know, for a spark of inspiration?

oh yeah, baby that's what i'm talking about. diluc's seen plenty of maid dresses in his life— his mansion's full of em— but never did he come across as one so alluring and sexy as yours! maybe it's because you're the one wearing it, but diluc is desperately trying to hide his blush behind the menu.

he tries to busy himself with the menu, but it's hard not to sneak glances at you. the skimpy chest heart window winking at him, the soft thighs where your frilly skirt ends and your knee-high socks begin... this is too much. not to mention the sweet smile you plaster for all your customers. man is down bad. it doesn't take a genius to see that he's really into this.

the moment is ruined when he sees other people eyeing you with sultry gazes. how dare they, tainting you with such impure gazes. there's a scream somewhere and you rush over to a customer where a knife is suddenly lodged just right between his legs.

when you look around the room for the suspect, you think you see a self-satisfied smirk on diluc, but his face returns to its default state before you could take a closer look.

he's not gonna let such a delicious opportunity slip by! once he's entered the room he starts hogging you to himself and no one can do anything about it because this is kaeya we're talking about. that and he paid good mora for your time.

he makes sultry comments about your maid and likes to watch you squirm and blush from his compliments. you're way too cute, fiddling with the ends of your skirt and bashfully looking down at the floor. seriously, look at him in the eye when taking his order! how are you gonna get it right otherwise?

when you do, he suddenly pulls you in such close proximity that anyone watching would think that he was about to pull a move on you. you freeze up with a bright blush as you stare at kaeya's teasing smile and deep gaze. he lets you go with a laugh, saying that he's only jesting.

somewhere in the makeshift kitchen, thoma is pulling back an angry scaramouche holding a ladle and pan.

zhongli makes his presence immediately known in the room, commanding everyone's attention including yours. it's clear to the other maids and butlers that he only wants you to wait on him, with the way his golden eyes rest on your figure. besides, serving zhongli meant having to live up to his high standards and no one thinks they have the guts to do so.

you don't get the nervous smiles on your co-workers' faces. after all, this is the gentlemanly zhongli that would tell you stories in the tea club room! you bound over to him with a sweet smile and your most customer-friendly voice. his stoic face softens up when he sees how eager you are to serve him.

the maid dress... it's certainly doing things to him. his fine eye can see how much attention the designer has put into your dress, more so than the uniforms of your classmates. it's made out of finer quality and catches your curves beautifully. he appreciates the artistry behind it, but at the same time, his possessive side snarls at how you flaunt your body for the world to see.

he'll have a word with you on this later. a one-on-one talk from a worried senior to a filthy junior.

childe might just get a nosebleed from how adorable you look in that maid outfit. you can't blame him, you know, when you look so inviting with how tight the thing is on you.

he teases you during the time when he's there, loving how you flare up in embarrassment at his flirty remarks. oh, how cute your glare is when you huffily slam his order down in front of him. he can see the steam blowing out of your ears as he continues to provoke you.

this! this is the life! who hasn't heard of a maid that'd beat the shit out of the master? it's a classic trope that he's goading you to unwittingly play for him. you want to give him the cold shoulder whenever he stays, but he only ever orders when you wait on him and your class really wants the money...

when you pass by him, he pulls you down into his lap and whispers in your ear. you almost go dizzy from how embarrassed you are, shooting a glare over your shoulder as you march away. childe laughs as he waves you off, smirking at the deal he proposed.

being the prissy rich boy that he is, ayato must simply have two people waiting on him whenever he stops by: you and thoma, namely. it's amusing to see both of you squirm when subjected to his teasing. do you really think he doesn't see the way you both exchanged flustered glances? it's really cute.

the food is... eh. nothing compared to the gourmet food he's served every day, but he quickly finds out that even the blandest meal becomes delectable when served by you. he's eyes you shamelessly as you nervously write a ketchup message over his omurice and pour his tea. you're clumsy, but even that has it's own charm.

thoma sighs at how you're subjugated to his young master's whims, but even more when he sees ayato's lustful stare. perhaps the maid dress is really doing a number on him, because he's usually not this shameless when there's a lot of people around.

ayato thinks of whisking you away to his estate, where he can freely demand you to feed him by hand his food without the prying gazes of others.

this is definitely ms. hina tier, if not more. if only you could stay still for a moment so he can take a picture... def– definitely not so he can print a cardboard cutout of you! HAHAHAHAHA haha ha ha...

it's not the arataki gang if they don't obnoxiously barge in and disrupt the atmosphere, with shinobu trailing behind them as she attempts to cover her face. they rudely demand some waiters and no one's willing to put up with them, so of course they responsibility falls on you.

and itto is definitely pleased with this arrangement when he sees you bounding up to him in such a tight thing! and even more when he sees the absolute territory... his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. he becomes flirtier and his eyes turn predatory. the gang teases him and whoops the both of you, but you shiver when you notice this rather uncharacteristic development.

shinobu smiles to herself under her mask, already thinking about what favors itto will ask of her regarding you...