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#yandere kaeya x reader
random-yandere-fandom · 3 months
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Thinking about...
Kaeya, who loves peppering your neck with kisses. Who adores inhaling your scent and feeling your breath hitch as he ghosts his lips over your throat, searching for your pulse. He revels in the fact you let him so close, his teeth right next to your pulsing artery, to the airways and vocal cords. The only thing separating him from them is your flesh that he kisses and nibbles on, sucking on the particular sensitive skin just below your ear that makes you shiver. You will be covered with marks after and though there is a part of him that feels embarrassed that he let it get out of hand, there is no denying the smug pride he can't fully hide.
Zhongli, who strolls through Liyue Harbor with you, hand resting on the small of your back. His warmth spreads and you feel his thumb draw small circles on you, separated through your clothes. His rich voice telling you all kinds of stories, his eyes shining whenever he manages to make you laugh with an anecdote or feels your eyes on him for a little too long. He shows off his city to you in a subtle way all the while not so subtly showing you off to everyone nearby.
Childe, who does not see a reason to wake you up even if it's way past morning, the sun high in the sky. His arm is wrapped around your waist, his nose nuzzled against your shoulder blade as he chooses between pressing closer and breathing. He focuses on the rise and fall of each breath you take and the calm heartbeat and presses a small kiss above your spine, enjoying the taste and feel of your skin. He mentally congratulates himself on commanding his subordinates to leave him alone today.
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eroqista · 1 year
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They pretend to be on your side and help you in the divorce case but instead use a contract to claim you as theirs while you think it’s a consent form to let them be your lawyer.
Kaeya
Zhongli
Ningguang
Yanfei
Heizou
Ayato
Al Haitham
Cyno
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 ★ ─── ! TW ! this will, of course, include yandere tendencies. yandere tendencies might include stalking, murder, kidnapping, and drugging. if any of these make you uncomfy, feel free to scroll past. i’m not responsible for your media consumption in any way!
 ★ ─── ! A/N ! sophie and i actually came up w this together so major props to sophie for giving me the character ideas (SOME I CAME UP W AND OTHERS REBLOGGED MY POST OR SENT SMTH IN FOR ME TO GO OFF SO TYSM!! <333) go follow sophie btw!! ; @chococolte and omg this was 3,327 words. it took me 2 hours so if this doesn't get much reach i will sob so hard 😭
@yandere-romanticaa *cough* pls notice me *COUGH*
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kaeya
he understands your predicament. all you want is to get away from the one who claimed to love you but was always up to no good! toxic people need to be removed from your life just like any other negative thing!!
so why didn’t he..
kaeya is a man to claim he only wants the best for you. to only protect you like any other client he ever takes in.
he was a very successful lawyer. especially in mondstadt where your trouble lies. you were extremely thankful to have him there with you all throughout the case.
but why only hold onto you for the case? don’t you want to try again with someone new? could he be that someone? he promises to treat you well. treat you like a god.
he’s devoted to you. somehow he always manages to find a valid reason to get you to come back to his office to chat with him. 
you owed him your life for getting you out of your old circumstances. he was your free therapist for whenever you needed to talk about whatever was on your mind at that moment that troubled you.
letting you sit beside him as he rubs your back and praises you for getting past it, and how he’s always there for you. how you're such a brave being for talking about this.
he tries not to push you into a relationship immediately. instead, he tries throwing hints at you. that you should devote yourself to being his doting housewife. all he asks is for your hand in marriage.
and if you don’t want to do anything around the house, that’s alright! just be loyal to him and don’t try to run. it would be a shame if your ankles broke, now wouldn't it?
now all you need to do is sit down, take the pen, and sign your name on the line. no need to read over it. the fineprint isn’t important. it’s just to ensure that you consent to him being your lawyer. you trust him, don’t you?
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zhongli
he uses contracts 24/7 on a daily basis for many reasons. this isn’t new to him. over the course of time, he’s developed ways of sneaking things into contracts that a normal human wouldn’t be able to catch unless they looked closely.
which was perfect. especially when you entered his office to file a divorce with your partner for whatever reason. you were a naive little thing who needed someone who could help you.
and of course, who was he to turn down such a pretty face? If there’s one thing about doing a case with him, it’s that he wants to make eye contact as much as possible.
but he doesn’t want eye contact with anyone. he specifically wants it with you. and only you. along with the eye contact concept, he hates when you make eye contact with anyone but him. it gives him the icks like crazy.
do him a favor and keep your eyes on him at all times, alright? he won’t ask you that face to face. he wouldn’t be able to hold back a blush if he tried. something about you just makes it hard to control himself.
he wants every inch of you to himself. he would do quite literally anything if it meant you would be his lover. but let’s get back to the main point. slipping something into your contract without your knowledge just makes him smile.
if you looked close enough into his eyes, you would notice his mischievous intent. but why would you suspect something so vile from the man who’s done everything to ensure your safety?
when he finally finished a copy of a contract, he slid it to your side of the desk where you sat and told you to sign. you didn’t bother reading it though. not like you ever did after your 2nd contract with him.
by that point, you trusted him with everything in your body. everything he now owned of you, of course!!
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ningguang
oh, dear me! you seem so distraught by your partner. her first instinct is to get all the information she can. at first, you’re just another person trying to escape your life and start anew.
but as time passed and you both got to know each other a bit more, she was hooked on you. she wanted to see you daily. even if that was her day off. she wanted to spend it with you.
unfortunately, you weren’t always free to spend your time with her. you had a job and family who you also devoted yourself too.
but no worries! on days like that, she would watch you from afar to ensure your safety. she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if you had gotten hurt mentally or physically.
safety wise, if anyone was to hurt you, ningguang would spend her time digging as far as she could into that person’s files to get a valid reason to put them behind bars.
if they hurt you physically, there wouldn’t be much work to do. assault isn’t hard to put someone behind bars for. unlike physically where she needed more justification to get back at them for hurting you like that.
she is a feared woman. she always finds loopholes to get back at people so no one bothers to get on her bad side. though her patience for others was slim, she was more lenient with you.
you did something bad and she was right there? oh that’s unfortunate that she was turned around admiring a piece of art being sold! doesn’t look like there’s anything she can do about it if she didn’t see it herself.
so when she dragged you into her office letting you know she was almost ready to finish up your case for court, you were instructed to sign two contracts. one was a consent form. while the other was a form that would make you her property.
what’s the harm in lying, saying it’s just a backup form of consent in case anything happens to the first one? just be a good client and sign the forms, would you?
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yanfei
she’s on the same level of IQ with contracts as zhongli and ningguang. except she is a little more experienced in lying.
it’s a secret she hasn’t told a soul. she has lied in court numerous times. that’s her secret. she didn’t want to tell anyone, but she swears she only does it for the greater good!
no one is the wiser to think she’s a liar. do you realize how long she’s been a lawyer for? anyone would be shamed on if they tried to call her out for lying.
so because yanfei is an amazing lawyer, you obviously chose her to help get you out of your toxic relationship. who wouldn’t? never in her time of showing up in  court for a case has she lost a single one!
you were very impressed by her. she was successful like most people only desired to be. but you didn’t desire success in business or commerce. no, not one bit. you desired freedom from your life.
a freedom you believed only yanfei herself could help you reach. She promised you could rely on her for it. She gave you discounts on your case and offered to give you a position in her office for the meantime to help you pay what you had to. 
this job was to be her partner in the office. you didn’t have to do what you think you might have. all you had to do was bring her drinks and food, talk to her during her breaks, and back her up when needed. which was rare.
“here, sign this. what is it? oh, it’s just a consent form to show you’re fine with me being your lawyer and also that you’re fine with assisting me in the office. you don’t mind signing it, right?”
you immediately assure her you have no problem signing it and you do so. not wanting to keep her waiting, you carelessly signed your name quickly and slid the paper and pen back to her.
“thank you, n/n. ah, m-my apologies! i meant y/n! i didn’t mean to-” she was a mess, blabbering about how she was sorry when all you could do was smile and laugh while telling her it was alright and the nickname was cute.
she hid her face in her hands as you got up and said your goodbyes for the day, telling her you’d see her tomorrow. also adding on that you want her to keep calling you that nickname. 
“o-of course, n/n.. see you tomorrow for work!” and once she heard the door close she couldn’t help but smile and pick up the form you signed, allowing her full ownership of you.
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heizou
he smiled as you entered his office. just like he did for every other client of his. you shot him a smile back and sat in the chair across from him.
as much as he wanted to halfass this like how he did most of the time, just seeing you and how desperate you were sent him to give it his all. though even when minimum effort was put into one of his cases, he still won, he didn’t want to risk anything bad happening to you and this case specifically. 
he chose to dig deep into your partner’s data file for the first course of action and pulled out some records to look over. your partner wasn’t the best person to be around, let alone date.
“if this was your choice, why did you even get with them? were you unaware of all they had done beforehand?” you raised a brow at his question. “what have they done? i was never aware they had a record. may i take a look?”
he handed you the file for you to skim through. curiously, you pulled out one document at a time. your curious demeanor was replaced with a scared and shocked one.
you opened your mouth to speak but nothing would come out. your throat felt dry as you realized you were dating a horrible criminal. heizou did his best to hide back a smirk.
he couldn't be more ecstatic about you realizing you were dating such a person. there was no way you’d want to get back with them after this. that’s why you were here today, was it not?
to get out of the relationship? it’s what you wanted, right? well you’re in luck! he’d gladly get you single again if it meant he had a chance. 
“before we continue this case, you’ll need to sign some papers tomorrow confirming you’re fully consented to me being your lawyer. can you do that?” you agreed to returning tomorrow to sign some papers.
“perfect. does 4 PM work for you?” he bit his tongue before he could call you ‘darling’. he didn’t want to scare you off. he never will want to scare you off!
soon you’ll be all his forever. then he wouldn’t mind calling you his. you didn’t have a choice but to just accept his affection. and tomorrow you’d set yourself in a position right where he wanted you.
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ayato
when you were directed by a staff member to his office, he immediately looked up. you sat down and he couldn’t help but get excited to ask you all about yourself.
“uhm, shouldn’t we be talking about why i’m here? not about myself?” he chuckled. “of course. though i like to know my clients. i’m not compatible with all of them. what’s the point in wasting my time on foolish people who won’t understand a word i say?” he had a point.
so you both started talking. everything seemed innocent. but he had so many ideas on what to do with such information. he just had to make an extra file for himself!
“can we talk about why i’m here now? i want to get this case over with as soon as possible..” you sighed. “alright then. why are you here today, y/n?” “i want a divorce from my partner along with a restraining order.” he nodded.
“well i need you to first get them to sign these. do they ever read anything you give them?” you shook your head. “alright. get them to sign these by tomorrow. i want to get this started soon.”
you picked up the papers and skimmed through them. they were divorce papers. “i’ll get going now. goodbye, mr. kamisato. i appreciate you offering to help me.” he wore a shit eating grin as you walked out of his office, excited to let this all begin.
once you returned the next day with signed forms, he took them and put a paperclip on them. “sign this.” he slid a pen to you along with a paper. “What is it?”
he groaned. “just sign the paper, would you?” he was playing annoyed so you'd only comply and do what he wanted. he promised himself that once he got you with him, he would be nothing but kind and gentle towards you.
you eyed him, taken aback by his attitude. but you didn’t want to start anything so you signed whatever this paper was. once you did, you gave it back to him. but you were lost. why was he laughing all of a sudden?
“ mr. kamisato, is everything alright-?” you felt uneasy at his sudden response. “oh you must be so confused at the moment. i hate to break the news to you like this but you just signed away yourself to me.”
you immediately stood up. “so you tricked me?! i can’t believe i trusted you to help me! i should’ve known your snobby attitude was a red flag. i hate you so much!!” you snapped at him.
“you can hate me as much as you’d like, my love. but you can’t reverse what’s already done. so i’d suggest you sit back down before i do something rash to you.” he was quick and sharp with his response, like he knew what you were going to say and how he was going to respond to it.
instead of heeding his warning, you turned around and were making your way out of his office. but the door was locked. you fiddled with the knob until you finally gave up.
“you planned this, didn’t you? look, i’ll be yours. just let me out!” you were biting back tears and your shaky voice made it clear. but he only seemed amused at your fear.
“i’m afraid i can’t do that. then you’d try to get help. you’ll be staying at my estate forever, my love. now are you going to come with me willingly? or will i have to be forceful with you?”
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al haitham
your desperation to be freed from your partner had driven you to going to al haitham’s office. there were plenty of lawyers in sumeru but al haitham was who was recommended to you by many. especially for your situation.
you didn’t know what made him so much better than anytother lawyer. he had a vision. That was quite literally the only distinct difference between him and others.
so when you walked in, you soon realized how handsome the man before you was. sure, you were trying to get out of a relationship now, but afterwards maybe you could try shooting your shot.
“why are you staring, y/n? something catch your eye? please, have a seat.” you blushed with embarrassment. were you really staring for that long? and how did he know your name?
you would ask whenever you had the chance. but it seems chit chat about random nonsense wasn’t on his to do list for you. he wanted to get straight into it.
“you see, i’d love to get to know my clients. but there’s a lot i have to work through when it comes to them so i don’t have any time to talk about things that don’t even belong in a case other than their name and some other stuff.”
you began telling him about why you were there, your current situation at the home, and how desperate you were for any type of help as soon as possible.
“of course. but i’m afraid i can’t just jump in immediately to help. you’ll need to give me your consent.” he leaned forward some and lifted your chin to make eye contact with you, “so, y/n, do you mind signing a consent form saying you don’t mind my help?”
the eye contact you both had made you blush and made it extremely hard to focus. “seems you’re staring off again. what has you so distracted, dear client? hm?” 
his remarks were only made to tease you. but it wasn’t anything normal. he hadn’t done this for any of his clients. you’re the first one he’s done it for. you didn’t need to know that, though. he wanted you to only see him as your lawyer for now.
“go ahead and sign for me, alright?” you nodded and signed while your hand tried not to shake from the sensations soaring through your body.
you slid the form back to him and looked down, playing with your fingers in your lap. he checked your signature then put the paper down.
“you’re looking nervous. is something wrong?” he stood up to walk over to you, kneeling down to feel your forehead.
“you’re burning up! maybe you need to rest here for a bit. i’ll take care of you, no need to worry. there will be no extra fees for this either. just close your eyes and relax, alright?” which you did.
but your partner wasn’t quite sure where you had been the past couple of weeks. that’s a secret al haitham would never tell.
but would it really matter if you just gave yourself to al haitham? he could tell you liked him from the beginning. you weren’t very sneaky.
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cyno
he teases you a lot about this case, cracking a joke here or there about your partner. as much as you despised them for what they’ve done to you, it felt off and weird that your lawyer was being so unprofessional at the moment.
“they signed the divorce papers, correct?” he asked. you nodded. “good. now i need to talk to you about something.” you looked confused. “alright. what is it?” you asked.
“this next form i’m about to give you will make you mine unless we both sign it off otherwise. but i won’t let you not sign it. so you’ll either need to sign it willingly or i can force you too. and i’m sure you know what i’m capable of..”
it took you a moment to process and register all he said. but you could pick up that he was threatening you. “c-cyno.. i don’t think i’m ready for another relationship right now…” 
“i’m sorry to hear that, sweetness. but i’m also sorry to tell you that if you don’t sign it i’ll have to become forceful with you. you know i don’t like hurting you but i’m not against it. so please sign it..”
he gave you the paper and a pen. you looked up at him to see him staring right back at you. “go on. sign the paper. you always seemed to cooperate with me. so be good for me and sign that form.”
you caved. you were scared. scared of what he would do. his polearm sat in the corner of the room on his side of the desk. you had eyed it a couple of times. 
“i appreciate it, sweetie. now come here and sit on my lap while i finish up some paperwork for the day. okay?” you had no choice but to get up and sit on his lap just like he asked.
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ddarker-dreams · 1 year
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Yan Genshin Boys / Darling Breaking Up.
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Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships.
Childe
Childe tries really hard to play it off as a joke in poor taste. Truthfully, he saw this coming from a mile away. He had adequate time to prepare his response as a result. If this doesn't work, he'll completely forgo his lighthearted façade, shedding it like snakeskin. He says he understands your concerns (his tone is cold enough to make you doubt the claim), but that it isn't anything you both can't work through. That's what relationships are about! Open communication and compromise. His family loves you, he loves you, why would you want to ruin a good thing? He knows how to talk you in circles. It's so frustrating and you're already in an emotionally vulnerable state. Being a member of the Fatui, he's done his fair share of interrogations. He knows how to systematically break a person's defenses down.
Diluc
You can't tell by his expression, but the poor man's heart is absolutely shattering. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He feels as if the best thing he has in his life is about to walk out the door. His lack of a response doesn't aid the situation; you're waiting for him to say something and he's just silently standing there. Thinking. His gloved fingers drumming on his mahogany desk. Whether or not you'll be allowed to leave Dawn Winery depends on if you told anyone you were coming here. If you did, then you get a couple more days of freedom while he finalizes certain arrangements. If you didn't, well... the suite he had made to his customizations will finally have a tenant.
Kaeya
Kaeya makes you question if this is what you really want. He'll acknowledge his shortcomings, yes, but he'll also point out yours. If you're both contributing to a problem, it's only fair that you work together to solve it, right? He carries this quiet confidence to him that puts you under his thrall. He knows what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. He's good with people and there's no one he knows better than you. If you were upset with him, you'll forget what was even bothering you in the first place ten minutes into his talking.
Zhongli
Zhongli wants to get to the heart of the problem. He doesn't go for the whole "it just isn't working" spiel, he wants specifics, something tangible to work with. The level of tact he uses when obtaining this information is commendable. You don't even think he's trying to talk you out of what you've come here to do. Any concerns you raise are treated with a level of respect that you almost feel is unfitting of the situation. He makes you feel heard and seen, always such a reliable pillar of support. Negotiations are his forte. The God of Contracts knows when to make concessions and when to stay firm. However you intended this to go, it inevitably sways in his favor instead.
Albedo
Albedo is eerily quiet to the point you end up rambling far more than you intended, trying desperately to fill the empty space. He had considered this possibility before, so he isn't completely thrown for a loop. It's far more unpleasant unfolding in reality than a hypothetical in his mind, though. How he navigates this tricky dilemma depends solely on you. If he thinks you can be talked into changing your mind, that's what he'll do, calmly going over things in that tone of his that makes you think everything is going to be alright. This is the method he'd prefer, since it'd change your relationship the least. Should you prove particularly stubborn, he can always use alchemy to synthesize a compound that'd make you drowsy... so this conversation can be continued in a more remote location.
Scaramouche
Takes it the worst from everyone here, no competition. It doesn't matter the tone or words you use, he's positively seething on the inside, an unbridled ball of rage and hurt. You're trying to leave him. Everyone always betrays him. Even you, the one he begrudgingly holds in high regard (at least compared to how he views everyone else). He's upset with himself for getting in this vulnerable position, he's upset with you for adding to the list of betrayals he's experienced, and he's upset with the world for thinking it could ever succeed in taking you away from him. He won't let it end this way; you're a fool if you think you're going anywhere after stealing his manufactured heart.
Xiao
He doesn't really understand what you're getting at. The concept of a 'breakup' is lost on him. He doesn't view romantic relationships in the traditional sense, he never ascribed a specific label to your connection. He views you as his favorite being to spend time with, so it's not like you can say he isn't your 'boyfriend' anymore, the moniker was technically never in play. The conversation isn't fun for either of you. Xiao does get that something's off about your dynamic, so he'll give you some space... for a time. Still watching you from afar, obviously, he has to keep you safe. He has no clue how to navigate this interpersonal stuff. He just kinda hopes to settle back into your routine and hovers around in your general vicinity to encourage this.
Kazuha
You probably won't be able to follow through with your "it's not you, it's me" speech. His eyes... oh, his eyes are so soft, glassy, almost. He patiently lets you say your piece, hanging on your every word, not rushing you and even placing his hand atop yours when you get emotional. He reassures you if you try to take the blame; he never likes it when you put yourself down. The fault clearly lies with him. If only he could provide you with an opulent lifestyle, you deserve someone better than a ronin from a clan whose name was forgotten by time. In a panic, you try to assuage his worries, and that's all it takes. He's got you right where he wants. It's not even entirely intentional on his part, which further adds to his credibility.
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allfearstofallto · 22 days
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Would Kaeya and Diluc share a darling? Would love to see your take on their dynamic
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YOU LITERALLY LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD!! YOU HAVE TO!!
I wrote this for some headcanons I had of what Yanderes work well together, I didn't finish all of them, so you can have these now!!
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Diluc and Kaeya
Where one spoils you with riches, the other drowns you in affection. Timid Diluc, who is too afraid to touch you, will never even hold your hand without asking you three times if that's alright with you first. While steadfast Kaeya has already cradled you in his arms more times than he could count, even going as far to bury his face into the nape of your neck, all while giving a smug look to his red haired companion.
“Material items won't keep her warm at night,” Kaeya would coo with a cheeky smirk, causing Diluc to flinch. But still he'd arrive at your door with more perfumes and jewels, trying to tell you that your eyes sparkled more than any diamond, but managing to stumble over his words.
Desperate Diluc is for the touch of your skin, for the warmth of your body heat. He feels jealousy bubbling up in heart as he watches Kaeya fawn over you, kissing your soft cheeks with tight arms around your waist. Even the look of annoyance at his blatant display of affection is adorable, you can't pry the man off of you with both hands, yet you still struggle in his grasp.
All these negative feelings subside when he finally gives you something you like, something even you can't bring yourself to toss at a wall in fury. You'll hold it in your hands like it's delicate, then close to your chest as you begin to cherish it. Through your eyelashes, you'll look up at him, so much shorter your face only at his chest. Bashfully you'll stutter out a few words, “Thanks, Diluc.” And suddenly, he doesn't desire to touch you anymore, not when he's received something even better. Your appreciation.
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yourheart-inmyhands · 12 days
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okay okay hear me out, say like Childe and Zhongli or Diluc and Kaeya both have darlings right? imagine said darlings are literally best friends and just break out to hang out😭
like they’re going crazy looking for them and they’re outside giggling their ass off
I really like this idea and sorry for being gone so long, as soon as i read this in my inbox i had to write something up and answer it :] <3
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, talk of being locked inside, implications of being held against ones will, and other potential topics/themes. Please read at your own risk.
Diluc:
Diluc nearly loses his mind every time you go missing from the winery, and all the staff seem to not have noticed you escaping. He’s even more distressed to find out Kaeya is currently suffering the same issue, with his beloved missing from his home in the city.
Diluc’s first thought is you’ve both been kidnapped, either as leverage or for something far sinister, doesn’t matter. You’d always been rather compliant, running away didn’t seem like something you’d do, especially with everything you’d need still here.
You can imagine his relief when he finds you in the library, sharing tea with Lisa and Kaeya’s beloved at one of the tables, talking about some of the new books that have arrived. The looks Lisa gives him is almost enough to have him slamming his claymore into the table.
“Darling, I think you forgot to mention you were heading out today. I went to find you for lunch and none of the maids could tell me where you’d gone off too.” His voice is calm, his claymore left by the door as he sauntered over to your chair. His gloved hands find home on the back of the chair, supporting his weight as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your temple. 
Diluc is pretty calm about it, his mind had immediately jumped to the worst happening to you so he’s incredibly relieved to see you ok. He does give you a very soft lecture about letting him know where you’re going, so as to keep him from having another heart attack, but he knows you’ll do it again.
He also implores the staff at the Winery to keep a better eye on you, so that should you sneak out again, he knows it was at least of your own doing and not someone else that you had gone missing.
Kaeya:
Kaeya is a lot like his brother in the sense that he automatically assumes the worst. The door was locked, all the windows were locked and closed, so where were you?
He’s even more relieved to see you were ok then Diluc was to see his own dear ok, Kaeya is just a lot better at playing it off. His sword holstered at his side as he casually strolls over, leaning against the side of the table as if he had been there the whole time.
The way he talks almost makes you think he knew where you were the whole time, but in truth he’d been just as frantic as his brother in their search for you. He’d been ready to rip up every stone and brick in Mondstat just to find a trace of you.
“The library again? Don’t tell me that my Dear has started a book club and hasn’t told me about it? You know, I’ve read nearly every book in this library, our Librarian keeps quite the collection here.” Kaeya looks so natural in the way he stands there, leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest, a pleasant smile on his face. 
Kaeya looks very calm and relaxed on the outside, but on the inside his mind is still reeling, trying to figure out how you got out without him noticing. He’d made sure everything had been locked and there was only one key that he kept on him at all times. He’d even double checked that everything was locked that morning.
He doesn’t mind you going out, you were always sweet and compliant with him, but it’s when you leave and don’t tell him, don’t leave a note or any hint as to where you are that makes him nervous. He’s so afraid to lose you, so desperate to keep you close like he was unable to do with his brother for many years. He’d go crazy if he lost you, so crazy that not even Diluc would be able to stop him.
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yandere-daydreams · 2 years
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since y'all are tolerating my sex-doll!genshin bullshit,,, allow me to go on.
from what you've heard, Kaeya was a short-lived model from the Favious Line, barely promoted and quietly discontinued a few months after his initial release when his sly mannerisms and secretive nature proved unpopular with patrons of a collection widely known for its overly sweet, openly affectionate androids. most fans don't even know he exists, but you're a bit of a fanatic, so you do what you can to dig up retracted promotional material, listings from second-hand auctions, anything with a little more information on a model such a sentimental brand seems more than happy to forget. and of course, none of it does you any good, because of course, you only come face-to-face with your favorite local legend on a late walk down a dark alley, when you trip over the twisted leg of a Kaeya model some rich, wasteful asshole just left on the curb.
he's in a bad state - missing an eye, his clothes stained, his metallic endoskeleton visible in some places and completely exposed in others - but you don't care. it takes all night to get him back to your apartment, but it's a labor of love, and you couldn't be happier to finally bring him home.
you plan on repairing him before actually powering him up for the first time, but his wiring seems to be a little fried, and you find him wandering around your living room the morning after you bring him home, fully conscious and just a little less confused than he should be. it's for the best, in the long run - all models have a basic understanding of their own construction, and he's able to guide you through most of his more intensive repairs, even if the unflinching, unblinking expression he sports while you graft on new patches of faux-skin is a little unnerving. you can't replace his eye as easily, but he doesn't seem to mind the old eye-patch you found in the back of your closet, and he's genuinely grateful for what you've done so far, kissing your forehead and mumbling compliments and looking at you in a way that leaves your knees weak and your cheeks hot. that, or he's just doing it to get under your skin. he clearly likes having you at his mercy.
speaking off - his preferences might've gotten a little warped, too. you've done your research, tested out as many different models as you could possibly get your hands on, but you're not sure you've ever met another android as focused on his own pleasure as Kaeya, as happy to watch you choke on his cock as he hums and traces patterns into the back of your neck. he gives as much as he takes, sure, milks orgasms out of you with his tongue like a man starved, but sometimes, you can swear there's a special glint in his remaining eye when he has you on his lap, bouncing on his cock, or when you give him permission to use something aside from his body, to restrain you, to do anything that leaves you with just a little less control than he has. he never takes more than he gives, but still, you've never seen an android who's designed to take at all. besides Kaeya, of course.
you really do love him. he's good company, and he's great with guests, and you're so, so, so glad you brought him home. it's just, with the way he looks at you, with the tone he takes on as he coos praise every time you scrape up yet another lost piece of him - it seems like he might think you're the toy, sometimes, something that belongs to him, something he doesn't really have to listen to when it whines about overstimulation, or digs its nails into his back, or asks him not to wrap his hands around its neck so tightly, next time. he's made you say things, staved off your climax until you promised to never leave him, split you open on his fingers as you moan and babble about how he belongs to you and you belong to him and nothing's going to change that, but you're sure it's nothing, just a part of his backstory you haven't managed to uncover, yet. you're sure he's alright, even if you've been losing your phone, recently, even if your friends are starting to complain about how often your alarm doesn't seem to go off, or you can't find your car keys, or Kaeya pulls you away right before you're supposed to meet up with them.
you're sure he's alright, even if you don't really like the way he looks at you, anymore.
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pinkworldone · 6 months
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When you like girls/boys that are short
Yandere(?) Genshin Impact x reader
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characters from:
part 1:
Mondstadt: Rosaria, Amber, Kaeya, Albedo
Liyue:, Shenhe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Xiao
part 2 will contain:
Inazuma: Ayato, Thoma, Gorou, Kazuha, Raiden Ei, Kuki Shinobu, Yae Miko
part 3
Sumeru: Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Dehya, Candace, Wanderer, Nilou, Kaveh
NOTES!!.: I still exploring Fontaine and the characters, so for now, I’m not writing for any Fontaine characters! Have a good day/afternoon or night, hope you like it! This is my first time writing in English.
Thank you, @nervousdelusionballoon, for letting me use the idea!!
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ROSARIA~
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Rosaria was liking you for a very long time, she always watch you, saying that it’s for your protection, but she knows very well that isn’t for just protection.
Rosaria is a really quiet woman and many may consider her difficult to deal with, so your approach to her took a while, but it happened. You would go to Church almost every day to thank Barbatos and she would stay by your side or just watch you from afar, Rosaria don't believe in the Archons, however, if it meant staying close to you, having the slightest touches of your skin, she could accept that a bit,  always spelling the Archon' name wrong, which you complained about at first, but now you just accepted it and is happy with the company of your dear friend.
As a nun, Rosaria cannot get involved in certain personal relationships, even so, she seeks at least something more than friendship, just let her protect you, but don't have a relationship with anyone, okay? Rosaria has this kind of thinking, she doesn't stay with anyone and neither do you, they would just be friends... So, when you say you like someone, she just listens in silence, thinking about how to end that person. And if you said you like shorter men and women, she'll be freaking out inside, you said you found Albedo attractive! 
Rosaria felt strange, because she didn't trust him and also didn't want to see you with anyone. You also started to praise Amber quite often, which made her angry and hurt, was it because Amber believed in Barbatoes?! Was because of this? Did you want a devout person to the Archon?!
No, no, no! She will look for the deepest secrets and if she doesn't find anything compromising enough, she will stay by your side and invite you to the Church, after all, she needs to participate in certain activities and when she can't escape them, she always calls you to keep an eye on her. in you. Albedo and Amber have already realized how much Rosaria is by their side, especially, silently judging them and they feel that any wrong step or word would lead them to a not very good end.
KAEYA
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Kaeya is quite attentive when it comes to his sweetheart (but you still don't know that you are destined for him), always winning over and trying to flirt with you, giving you hints that he liked you and only you! Those nights at the bar weren't enough for you to realize?! Kaeya knew you were weak to drink and so he could take advantage of that. 
What shocked him was hearing that you thought Aether (or Lumine) and Albedo were cute just because they were shorter, he stopped drinking for a few seconds, listening to you ramble about how cute they were. This makes him angry, so all those days, months of flirting were useless because you liked shorter people!? 
Kaeya tried to smile for you, support you through it all, but it was difficult, he didn't want to share it and  he won't. Slowly moving you away from the "cute" or short guys, flirting in public so they know they don't have a chance, the smile getting bigger when they mention you two as a couple. 
“a cute couple” they say, making his smile bigger and you flustered, even Albedo and Amber noticed that…
everything is going according to plan.
SHENHE
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Shenhe wasn't a person fond of "humans", after all, she barely knew the concept of humanity and people didn't consider her as one either. So, being treated like a human and with so much affection, care and patience was a good experience. So good that she didn't want it to end. Hearing you say that you liked Xiangling for being shorter left her genuinely confused, she was conflicted as she didn't know how to react. Did she let you go or did she fight for that good feeling of kindness? Ant the bad thoughts began to fill her mind, did you like Xiangling because she was more human?
humanity is weird for her, so, the way she acts towards you is weird too.
Shenhe is strange towards any loving or more human sensation, so when the source of her jealousy appears, she wants to get rid of this evil so that she can become calmer and return to her normal, stoic state. But the moment you said you liked short people, she just didn't know what to do. Even if she got rid of them, there would always be someone else who caught her attention, and Shenhe can't change her own height. leaving her conflicted. In any case, Shenhe will remain by your side, she knows that she can be scary and that many may be afraid of her, so why not take advantage? So maybe you can see that height is not that important....
ZHONGLI
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His passion for you was so gentle and obvious by the unintentional touches, the way he always called you and stayed by your side, but you were oblivious to all of that. Maybe he was just a good friend and since you received some advice from Zhongli, you thought about saying your preference for a love interest.
He was interested, maybe he was your type? Maybe you liked him and that was an excuse to say you loved him? so cute! So, he heard that you liked Xiao, he just looked at you in silence, which might scare you at first. Zhongli was in shock, as long as you are happy, he repeated to himself several times. Zhongli started to ask what made you interested in Xiao, and when he heard that it was time, he realized that there was no way to get your heart that easily. Those hours, days, months of courting you weren't useful?!
No, no, no! He wanted to stay in that idea “as long as you’re happy”, but you can’t be happy without him! You can’t see it? He will make you see that he is perfect for you, Zhongli first told you that Xiao probably wasn't interested in anything romantic and when that doesn't work, he'll talk to Xiao about you, asking him not to accept you. Zhongli had made you more and more dependent on him. Acting more and more like a "charming prince", even if he is eliminating the rivals.
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chococolte · 2 years
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hello! How are you doing? Can i request for al haitham,zhongli,cyno,diluc and kaeya jealousy hcs?? Have a good day ☺️
word count. 865
୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, jealousy lol, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.
୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i wrote these pretty quickly, so sorry for their quality…. but i hope your day is good too, nonnie!! ♡︎♡︎
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al-haitham
Al-haitham’s jealously is an ugly, hideous thing.
It hides away, sulks with its tail between its legs. It’s abyssal, lumbering body grows stronger with ease, larger than an ox. It stays in shadowy corners, where the light withers away and is replaced only by black; there it stays, but there it hates.
Al-Haitham is not one to simply quiet and pretend that his feelings do not exist. His jealousy roars with all of the fervor and urgency of a wounded, cornered animal. His rage is unkind, ruthless and merciless. He will lash out at you, bear down at you with cold, calculated eyes.
You might think it unfair. They mean nothing, you may think. We're only friends. Perhaps you’re right. Al-Haitham is wise and intelligent; not so foolish as to believe that only he holds all the answers. But you are even less so, and whatever pause your words may have given him is thrown to the wolves.
He loves you, so, so much. It’s an all encompassing passion, an unbearable sensation— like a fire it burns, like a hunger it gnaws. Al-Haitham will not have anything, or anyone, get in his way of you. Even if you can’t understand yet, you will eventually.
zhongli
Zhongli’s jealousy writhes. It bends and squirms in his tight grasp, where he keeps it secured, hidden behind himself, hidden far beneath the earth.
You will never see it. You will never catch a glimpse of its full size, of its towering serpentine body, of the fangs the size of your forearms. You will only ever notice a whisper of its presence— the destruction left in its wake, the tracks it leaves behind. You will catch its tail wrapping around a corner, disappearing into the fading night. You will never notice it snake itself around you until it’s already squeezed.
Zhongli does his best to keep it in check. He doesn’t allow himself to ruminate on it, to doubt you. But it’s hard, sometimes— when he watches you rub someone’s shoulder in comfort, he seethes. When you smile at another, warm and inviting, the dark body underneath his feet rises. When you so much as brush your fingers against another, it’s rage coils around him.
Unfair, you might say. You’re right. Zhongli knows you’re right, and it is why he tries so hard to fight. But there is only so much he can do— so many cups he can shatter, so much wrath he can withstand before it begins to bubble.
When all the people you’ve grown so used to interacting with begin to disappear, let him comfort you.
cyno
Cyno’s jealously sears like the sun.
It bears down on you, unforgiving. It does not care what you have to say, or what defense you may have. Its rage burns like a fire, its realization of your betrayal scorches like a gods wrath.
Try to hide, and find it reaching you no matter where to go. Like the light of the sun, it encompasses all; its warmth and fury so great. Cyno will not have your desertion of him— he will not allow it.
They mean nothing to me, you will say. I only love you! Even if you’re telling the truth, Cyno doesn’t care. He shoves the happiness that threatens to burst from his chest at your declaration, and keeps hold of the rage still burning in his soul.
You were not the one who had to watch as you touched another. You were not the one who had to watch as you spoke to another— as you cared, as you loved for another.
It’s not the same, you can cry. But your tears are meaningless. He is the only one deserving of your affection. Until you can understand that, you’re not going anywhere.
diluc
Diluc’s jealously is mellow.
It’s a small, infantile thing. It burrows itself into the ground. There it resides, kept safe under the dirt. It does not move unless necessary, unless it hungers. Diluc will refute its existence, speak of it as mere myth; it does not exist, he tells you. But it does, and as it grows with age, so does its appetite.
Diluc will never let you see it. You may see glimpses of it on his expression— the slight furrow of his brow, the tremor of his chin. Ask if you wish, but Diluc will deny. There is no such thing, and he will make sure of it.
Such control is only tempered through time. Oh, it gets hungry so very easily; the slightest glance leaves it growling. So protective, but so soft. Take his hand into yours, give him the comfort he desires, satiate what’s within. If not, it grows angry. Upset. Bitter.
Such a small thing, so delicate— but it grows quickly, and it does not take long for it to loom over you. Diluc tried so hard to keep it hidden, but this time its whispers were louder than his restraint.
You do love him, don’t you? Tell him one more time.
kaeya
Kaeya’s jealousy is like a silent winter.
On the surface, it appears calm, almost tranquil. It nips at your heels with frostbite, but never too much to hurt. It licks at your face with snowflakes, desperately trying to gain your attention. Its wild wind sings a song devoted to you, soft and lulled in by you.
It is only when you continue to ignore it that it turns silent. You might not notice it at first, but the snow has ceased to fall. The wind in the air disperses, and all you are left with is the sound of the snow crunching underneath your feet. The silence is a warning— turn back while you still can, back to his arms, back so he may breathe in your warmth. To continue is a betrayal, whether you know it or not.
Every step froward is labored, your every breath like there's a pressure on your shoulders. The air around you seems to freeze, then it roars with frenzy. When you smile at another, its gentle snow turns to a blizzard. When you touch someone else, even if only for a moment, its wind turns whipping and sharp, loud like hails of ice.
You think it unfair, you think him wrong. So be it, then— suffer as he has suffered. Endure his coldness, his silent rage; do not cry for him as he did you. You will receive no answer.
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theinnerunderrain · 1 year
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Their favorite attributes of you
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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."
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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."
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Geshin characters react to me saying this:
(Me) Reader: (Whispering) “Ummm…if I become yours, d-do you promise y-you won’t h-hurt me like the last o-one?  P-please don’t hurt me!”
“Aww, don’t be stupid, Darling. You know I’d never do that to you. I mean, you’ve learned your lesson, right?“
Ayato, Heizou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tighnari, Wanderer/Scaramouche
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Coerce - Yan! Kaeya x fem! Reader
Yandere! Kaeya x fem! Reader
Part 2 of the “Baby Trapping” Series
Warnings: General yandere themes, toxic relationships, heavy religious themes, mention of corrupted organizations (The church), emotional manipulation, slight victim blaming, black mail, coerce, implied physical violence, possessive and obsessive thoughts and behaviors, implied controlling behavior, implied codependency (both parties), dehumanizing reader, injury, mention of blood, wanting to punch Kaeya in the face for this one, and inaccurate religious customs/tellings.
Not sfw warnings: d00gy style, vaginal fingEring, mention of loss of virginity, one slap on the ass, teasing, cumming inside without permission, dub-c0n/non-c0n, use of pet name (Sweetheart and probably sweetie I forgot), coerce into doing the act itself, hint of corruption kInk, baby trapping.
Please tell me if I missed any warnings that are needed.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT condone any of the harmful and toxic behaviors and thoughts that may take place in this piece of FICTION. None of this should be romanticize or even considered normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous. If you find yourself in such a situation, please seek help if able to.
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 Kaeya thinks of you as a pet. As cruel and inhumane it is, he can’t help but to think of you as one. A relationship was never confirmed, yet you still wait for him like a loyal dog. Tail wagging whenever you saw his face, heard his voice as he talks to others. He likes to make you chase after him, your attempts to make him notice you cute.
And, of course, he does reward you, at times. He gives you attention if you’ve been especially good, following his unsaid orders. Pets your head in private, praises disguising the insults he’s casually throwing your way. Nothing serious, it’s just cute, the way you take him at face value. Too scared to face the reality that awaits you.
And he loves it. He’s sadist at heart, despite being as lonely as a winter tree, bare of any of its leaves. And that’s something he’ll never admit, not to you, not to himself, not to anyone. And maybe, he thinks, that’s why he keeps you around. You follow him around like a lost puppy no matter what, even when he leaves you waiting at the Anemo Archon’s statue two hours after the meeting time. You always wait for him, no matter the time.
Unless work comes into play, then you avoid him like the plague. It slightly annoys him and has implied you should focus more on him towards the end of the week, but he never forced you to. He’s a busy man himself, his job is demanding, so he understands why you would put your work before him. You can’t live off him.
Even so, you’ve been acting… different, as of late. You didn’t bother to say hi to him as you pass by, instead rushing past him. Like you didn’t want to see him, even. Okay, sure, your affection for him has slowly, but surely, started to dwindle for the past few weeks.
Turning him down gently whenever he asked you out, avoid running into him on the streets, stopped going to Angel’s Share almost completely, only visiting the Tavern when you know he’s on patrol duty. You have his schedule down to a T, and from the looks of it, you keep changing yours. Like you didn’t want him to contact you, fading away like a ghost.
Like you wanted to become a ghost of his past, and he yours.
He could feel it; you’re slowly untangling yourself from his web of lies, starting to look under that flirty exterior and see the liar he is, how shallow he can be. But you don’t have the courage to leave him, he thinks. Ah, but that’s the problem – he thinks. He doesn’t know anymore, your actions and behavior slapping him in the face. The whiplash is something he didn’t expect.
And it stings more than he’d like to admit.
But no matter, a few sweet lies here and there, and you’ll be back to normal in no time. Bringing him lunch on your break, waiting him to get off of work if you didn’t have a shift or managed to get off early. Waiting for him like the loyal dog you are, at his beck and call.
You’re supposed to be obedient. Docile and demure, never leaving his side. He’ll be bored otherwise, yes. He has – should have – you under his thumb. You told him yourself that you can’t live without him.
God, his mind is everywhere right now. He’s torn between acting indifferent and confronting you. But that’s not like him. He’s not the type to ‘beg’ nor is he the type to talk it out. You were supposed to be a means to pass the time. He had planned to (eventually) let you, be it through heart break or directing your affections and attentions to another man.
Thinking about that now leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. Salt, it tastes like pure salt, a thirst so strong he almost can’t contain it. This isn’t like him. He’s slowly falling apart the more you avoid him. How long has it been? Weeks? A month?
A month too long. His value as a person is low, he knows that. And deep inside, he’s aware he’s kept you around so much because he was unknowingly desperate for validation deep inside. He’s both aware and in denial about needing you by his side, lest he crumbles into dust. You’re both a curse and a blessing.
And he hates himself for feeling this way.
He’s possessive of you, extremely so. He’s aware of that, he keeps up with the façade of being a nice guy just to keep you around. No matter how he treats you, in the end, Kaeya is nothing more than a twisted, horrible man in ‘love’.
Which is why he has you on you cornered against one of the benches in the church, ready to taint you a dirty black. Did you think you could escape him so easily? No, did you think you could escape him at all? How naïve of you. But it’s cute – you’re cute – so he’ll forgive you.
“Hey there sweetheart… long time no see. How long has it been? A month?” He smiles ever so sweetly, but there’s bitterness seeping through. He doesn’t like the way you stare at him in worry. Worry for your well-being.
“Ka… Kaeya? What are you doing here?” You shift in your seat, eyes looking at the small space between his arms against the back rest and the wooden seat. You’re thinking of escaping. He can’t have that, now, can he?
“A little birdy told me you spend your time here now. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite person, can you?” He answers while tightening his grip on the wood, waiting. Will you make a move?
Or will you succumb to him and behave like a good girl?
“’Favorite person’… yet you barely, ever showed up on time? The math doesn’t add up, make it make sense, Kaeya.” Oh, you have a bite now. A mistake – it only makes him want to tame you.
Your fingers are clenched in front of your chest, as if in payer. “Since when did you become religious?” He stares down at you, hating how you didn’t bother to meet his eyes. You just stared at his chest, there but not really seeing it. Not really seeing him.
Had he really become a ghost of your past?
“Since I gave up on you.”
Ouch. Okay, that hurt, it stung, and he really wants to shut your mouth, preferably with his. Your neck looks so easy to strangle. Should he do just that?
Enough to make you gasp, not enough to injure you.
“Oh? That’s a bit hard to believe, sweet cheeks. Just a month ago, you couldn’t go a day without seeing me. What made you change your mind?” He doesn’t budge when your hands unclench, landing on his chest, pushing him away. He’d rather you pull him closer.
You let out a sigh, clearly done with him and his antics. He wants to say you’re overreacting, but that’s hard to say when he’s aware of his own actions.
“Well, for one, please move aside. It’s uncomfortable,” your eyes shut close and brows furrow. Your patience with him is finally about to snap. How adorable.
“You’re a sweet talker, purposely flirting with other women to get a rise out of me. You never show up time when you ask me out, and sometimes you didn’t even come. You’ll shower me in gifts during the day, only to insult me with sugarcoated words, thinking I wouldn’t notice. You love to make me suffer, to drag me along a leash like I’m a dog.”
Kaeya listens, not once interrupting you. The way your voice gets higher, and tears form in your eyes makes him want to gag you on his cock. The thought unsettles even him.
“And not once did you clearly say what our ‘relationship’ was, even when I questioned you about it,” you finish off, harshly wiping away a stray tear with the heel of your hand.
Everything stays quiet, as he processes your words, your actions. You’re not wrong, and the rational part of his mind doesn’t blame you. Can’t blame you. But his pride and yearning come first. How hard can he make you cry? How hard can he make you regret leaving him?
“I see… such a shame, then. I apologize for making you feel such a way,” he smiles, gently removing one of his hands from the backrest, choosing to softly caressing your cheek. His thumb rubs under your eye, effectively ridding of the tear sliding down, unconsciously leaning into his touch.
He likes you this way.
Docile. Obedient.
Shyly, you look downwards. A soft sigh before you push against him harder, and this time, he takes a step back, hand leaving your cheek. “You’re apologizing for making feel bad when you should be apologizing for acting shitty.” And the bite comes back.
You pause before adding on, “And besides… I’m in training to become a nun, in case you didn’t notice my attire. Or did you think I was cosplaying?”
Yes, he thought you were cosplaying. No, he won’t admit he feels like an idiot now.
“A nun huh… a surprise sudden career change.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Is it a question worth answering?”
You can’t help the way you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand. He finally made you irritated. And then, a smirk stretches on his lips.
“I didn’t realize non-virgins could completely serve gods.” The way your eyes widen and how you jerk your head up to look him has him smiling. He’s a shitty person for bringing that up*.
“What a rude thing to say! And besides… we both know there’s currently a married woman with a child who became a nun.” You balk at him, clearly uncertain about your situation now.
He had taken your virginity a year ago, back when you were still in the honeymoon phase. You had sex a total of three times between that period and now. And each time, you declared your love for him. Can the church accept such a sinner?
Perhaps the Archons could and would, but the church is different story. It’s rather fickle, picky with who it takes into its arm and who it shuns within the shadows. Corruption and religion go hand in hand, you can’t deny that. You could only ignore it.
“I suppose your right…,” he leans in closer, one hand grasping the backrest again, mouth next to your ear. His hot breath makes you shiver. “But whose to say they’ll accept you as well? You know just how picky they can get… would be a shame if someone were to…,” his teeth nibble your ear, eliciting a small gasp from you, “tell them.”
He pulls back a bit, able to look you in the eyes. The horror and resentment in your eyes both amuse and hurt him. So, you really have grown tired of him, have you? Such a shame he hasn’t grown tired of you. And he’s not sure if he ever will.
“… you really are a horrible man,” nothing but bitterness lies within your words. You don’t even bother to hide it, instead wanting him to know how deep your distain runs for him. “Why are you bothering me so? Have you not grown tired me, despite always throwing me to the side? I was never your priority so I don’t know why you’re so intent on making my life a living hell with just your mere presence alone.”
“You’re nothing more than a depraved man seeking salvation that will never come. *”
Something snaps. His hand hurts and feels wet. A warm liquid, a horrified squeal, he’s not sure what the fuck happened. Whether he’s finally become mad, or if he’s finally became the fallen empire that crumbled away with only sinners left.
He needs to get a hold of himself. He’s not too fond of physically violence despite his job, nor does he want to be seen as a mindless caveman. So, he takes a step back, taking a deep breath and out. And he’s back to normal.
You don’t say anything, probably can’t, and only realizes why when he looks where your eyes are glued to; the bench has been snapped, the backseat covered in broken wood. He looks at his hand. Wood shards poking out of his gloved hands, blood seeping through, running down his wrist. He’s gone too far he can’t deny that.
He glances at you, only to find your eyes wide and mouth opened into a small ‘o’. You’re trembling slightly, and he wants to make you tremble more. Tremble, moan, cry, wants to make you smile, laugh, tend to his wound. He wants it all, he wants none of it, he wants to hug you, he wants to strangle you for saying such things. He needs to teach you a lesson.
“Ka… Kaeya… what the fuck…,” you finally look at him, hands coming up to cover your mouth. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t smile, just stares into the void that is you. “A… are you okay? In the head?”
Perhaps it was second nature by now, but you gently grab his hand, inspecting it like a rare specimen. It feels warm. It feels right.
“I don’t think you want me to answer that… although… I do think we need to come up with a story.” He smiles coldly at you, flexing his hand hard enough to push the wood in deeper. It stings, it hurts, but he needs a grounding or else he might hurt you.
“We…? There is no ‘we’, just ‘you’.” You don’t look at him, but his hand is still in his grasp as you pry it opened. He lets you, only if to remember the vibrant past. “… you need to leave,” you let go and attempt to leave.
His words alone stop you before you could even leave the aisle.
“Are you sure you want to leave before we finish our conversation? Ah, not only not being a virgin would give you a bad look, but to leave an injured man be… it won’t look good on your record.” A choice. Which option would you choose? To leave or to stay?
Both of you know the answer.
“… excuse me?” Ever so slowly, your head turns towards him, eyes narrowed. The hatred in your eyes burn hotter than the sun. “Why in Teyvat would you say that? Threatening me too? You’re really sick in the fucking head.”
“And yet you loved me still.”
Your chest heaves, feet dragging you to him, standing straight right in front of him. You weren’t thinking straight, your breathing was heavy. He’d rather you be that way on his cock, squirming in nothing but pleasure, squealing as he drills into you.
“’Loved’. Past tense, I no longer want anything to do with you. You’re nothing more than a parasite, and I’m tired of being your host.” Your finger jabs at his chest, hard enough to hurt you but not him. You were so weak compared to him.
He could easily turn you around and bend you over, fucking you until you were apologizing all the way to hell. The very place he’ll drag you to the moment you leave or get taken away. Count your lucky stars he’s controlling himself enough not to harm you.
“Oh my, your words are hurting me. Venom is dangerous, you know? Although, I don’t think you’d like to get frost burn. Better calm down before it gets too chilly.” His bloodied hand goes to hold your hand, the one jabbing at him.
“And besides, who do you think they would believe… a training nun who couldn’t keep her chastity until marriage, or the esteemed knight who does his duty to protect the citizens of Monstadt?” His cocky tone does nothing but to infuriate you more.
“You’re not protecting me, Kaeya.”
“Ah, but I am… think of it this way… a random drunkard, who so happened to be on the wanted list was harassing a training nun during her prayers, and the Cavalry Captain stopped him. That sounds better than a nun seducing the Cavalry Captain in the middle of the night, in the holy church, no less.”
You take a step back, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “That… that wouldn’t explain the damage done to the bench.” The reality of the situation was finally settling in.
“Ah… I suppose that’s right. However, it could be said that the Cavalry Captain had to retrain control. It’s not uncommon to hear of, a man damaging something to keep his lust at bay.”
“That doesn’t make sense, and only serves to make you look bad!” You argue back, shaking your head. He was fucked up.
Kaeya continues, “It may make me look bad… but it’ll make you look worse.”
It was bullshit, it would absolutely make him the villain. Using violence of any type on a woman was horrible in the public eye. But you weren’t thinking straight, fear coursing through your veins like fire. And he’s using it against you.
“… What do you want?”
“Hm? Say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”
You take a breath in. “I said, what do you want? I don’t need you to ruin my life anymore than this.” Your voice cracks, and he can see the tears forming. You’re finally breaking apart. And he loves it.
“First,” He lifts his hand, still holding yours, “Tend to my wound, okay?”
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With the wound tended to and mood shifted to a sexual tone, Kaeya has once more turned the situation to his liking. He had you bend over, hands holding onto the backseat, ass up, legs spread apart. Your dress was scrunched up to your waist, pure white panties on display for his eyes only. Like how it’s supposed to be.
Such a sinful sight for a ‘holy’ woman. A follower of a God that won’t listen to her prayers. How ironic.
“My, my… how lewd. To think a ‘pure’ nun would spread her legs for me, a lowly Cavalry Knight.” A slap to your ass that brings forth a moan. God, he missed this. The way your body reacts to him, how he studied your body from the late hours to the early rise of the sun. He knows it inside out.
“Shut up…,” your breath hitches when he grabs your hair from the roots and pulls. Your body is reacting in a manner you don’t want it to. You hate yourself for this, for giving in so easily. For not letting go sooner before his obsession and possessiveness of you started to fester.
Kaeya almost feels guilty. But not enough, not when you’re in front of him, bend over the bench like a whore, whimpering as he tugs your hair or delivers a slap to your ass. Your body is more honest than you are. He’s more honest than you are.
Prepare yourself for the years to come.
“Heh… you say you hate me, but your body loves me, right?” He leans forward, draping himself over your body, chest pressed against your back. He wonders if you can feel his heart beating. “Tell me, did you ever miss this?”
His uninjured hand travels down your front, skipping over your breasts and straight to your crotch. You shiver, biting your lip as to keep quiet. You don’t need anyone to hear from the outside, if possible. You just want to get this over with. You can’t get caught doing this here, in the church.
Slowly, his middle finger draws circles around your clothed clit, your legs trembling. You’re starting to get wet, perhaps as means to lessen the pain that might follow. The female anatomy is one he studied well, if only to tease and gloat about it to Diluc, who the Head Maid had scolded about the subject.
“Getting wet now, are we? How adorable.” He laughs, adding more pressure that makes you squeal. So sensitive, so right. He belongs here, with you, and you belong with him, no matter how toxic the relationship.
“Hey, stop – ah!” Head arched back; he loves the way you reach to his touches. You’re wet enough to slip in a finger, enough to feel the burning pleasure only he could provide. Why bother becoming a nun when you become his?
No.
You’ve always been his, be it in life or death. He’ll never let go, he can’t dare to part with his beloved pet. A pet that used to whine for attention, a pet that now growls and barks at it’s owner. Even bit him. But that’s okay. He just needs to train you some more.
And that training starts now.
“Stop? But why; your pretty little cunt is taking my finger so easily. Almost like you were waiting for this. Tell me, do you think about me when you touch yourself?” His teeth tease your earlobe, breath fanning the shell. You’re driving him crazy, your scent, your body, your scent. He’s going to drown the both of you.
“W-what? Nuns don’t… nuns don’t touch themselves…,” you breathe out, eyes closing once he starts to curl his finger. It’s sloppy inside, like it should be. Wet and soft, he can’t wait to do bareback.
“Nuns shouldn’t participate in the act of sex itself, yet here you are… and, if I recall, they are to ‘Marry God’. Or something along those lines, right? Give all your love to the Gods, the Archons, yet here you are, loving me with all of your body.”
“You blacked mailed me. Coerced me.” Same meaning, different words, no need to say them. You should be saying his name instead, like you used to. Yet, you’re not, barking at him still. What shall he do with you?
“I didn’t force you to do anything. I gave you a choice – you chose this option.” His finger thrusts in and out, in and out, you have a hard time thinking. Should you think? Should you give in to the pleasure?
Your mind says yes, your body says no.
“There, there, it’ll be fine. Just let me take care of everything, okay?” You don’t say anything, not even when he adds a second finger, curling them just right, making you squeal. Your reactions are cute, from the way you’re biting your lip to hide your moans, to the way your hips softly rock into his hand.
“Since you’re here, doing this, why don’t you just give in, hm? Might as well enjoy the ride… I know I am.” Kaeya grinds against your ass, erection straining against his (complicated. Breaking the 4th wall here cuz im going to forget otherwise, but like… does anyone know how his pants work???)pants.
Huffing, you shake your head, only to dip it when he increases his pace. A third finger and you’re fully rocking your hips into his hand, rubbing your ass against his erection. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit, head thrown back before there’s a silent scream, so close yet so far –
The whine that you let out once he takes his fingers away is unexpected. For you and him, if you smacking your forehead against the backrest of the seat is an indicator of anything. A pleasant surprise for him, an embarrassing and horrible mistake on your end. No matter, he’s sure of it.
You’re going to beg for him. You have to, unless you want to walk home in soaking wet panties.
Pride be damned, he’s going to tear down that wall you built around himself.
“Oh? Sweetheart, if you wanted more, all you had to do was ask.” His fingers trace your slit, gathering up your juices. It goes up, fingers gently going in your mouth. You can taste yourself. And you hate it, surely.
You hate him for getting under your skin and into your pants once more.
“Just say ‘please’, and I’m all yours. Oh, and of course, this’ll be kept a secret, unless it’s dire information they’ll need. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to convince them to keep you, if you really want to stay here.” You decided to play with fire the moment you laid your eyes on Kaeya Alberich.
“I… I shouldn’t, you should leave, this is fucked up –“
“But it feels so right, doesn’t it? You can still love your God with your heart even if you love me with your body… although, I’m not sure if you’ll ever be considered a nun in his eyes.” He tries his best not to laugh, not to insult you further. Because, as of right now, you’re insulting yourself.
“I… I don’t know… why are you doing this? Are you really that lonely?” Your legs shake, your voice is low, you don’t crane your neck to look at him. This was horrible, and truthfully, you weren’t sure if you wanted it or not. You can say no, right?
It’s Kaeya, right?
“Hm… maybe, maybe not. But were you that lonely to choose a husk of a man?” He hums, lips kissing your throat. He admits it, just once, that he was rather lonely. But you were also lonely, you had to be, to go after him day and night. You should have let go before it was too late. Before he latched on like a leach unknowingly, sucking you dry.
The cycle was unbreakable.
You give in, be it from fear or lust, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care – in the end, you were the one who gave him the green light. You said yes, and because you said yes, he’s going to fuck you dumb on his cock. He might die if he doesn’t, so you have to endure it. Like you used to.
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The sounds in the church were sinful. Panting, squealing, moans, slaps of skin – it was all sinful. His hips met yours, your pussy sucking every inch of him in. It feels right, this should, needs to become the norm from now on. It doesn’t matter if you’re a nun. What matters is that you’re his.
“Ah, ah, ah! Fuck, fuck!” You don’t ask him to go faster, don’t ask him to go harder. You just let your moans out for the church to hear, like a choir. You sing him paise with each note you hit, mouth open. Kaeya takes a hand to turn your head towards him just a bit, going in for an open mouthed kiss.
There’s saliva everywhere, tongues dance as his thrusts send you forward. So close, he’s so close to having you completely. You’re so wet, so soft, and he swears he won’t do this with anyone but you – and the same goes for you, it has to. Otherwise, blood will be drawn, and a cage made. You don’t want that, do you?
“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You don’t respond, can’t with his tongue back in your mouth, silently begging for a breather. He doesn’t grant you that freedom, fingers circling your clit like a man gone mad. And, perhaps you did drive him mad. And he’s going to drive you mad, as mad as he.
“Mmh, fuck, can’t – ah – cum – “your hands grip the backrest like it’s your savior. Blunt nails digging into the wood, unable to form sentences. How long have you been at this? An hour? How many orgasms has he given you, showing you only he could do this?
Two, three?
This would be the fourth one, if that’s the case.
“Ah? Cum? Do you want to cum?” Kaeya laughs when all you do is nod your head, driven by lust by the devil himself. He gives it to, if only to drive the point home. He’s close himself, once again, so maybe he should pull out again –
An idea hits him.
He could get you pregnant. He could say it was an accident, that he did pull out but maybe it wasn’t on time. He could use a child against you, as much as he doesn’t want to use such innocence in the name of evil. He’s not sure if he’ll even be a decent father.
But he’ll try for you, promise.
For them.
Three fingers in your mouth, and he’s drilling his cock into you like a lifeline. One thrust, two thrusts, and on the fifth you’re finishing together, fingers rubbing at your clit like there’s no tomorrow. You shouldn’t have said yes, if you weren’t at least a little mentally prepare for the possibility of having a child.
Breathing is hard, heavy. Sweat clings to your bodies like a second skin melting off. You’re both spent, and –
“Don’t worry, if anything were to become of this, I’ll take care of it. Even with the church.”
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A/N: *1 – I kinda did research and it looks like you have to be a virgin to become a nun. Now, I could be completely wrong, and I apologize for that.
*2- one of my favorite lines I have ever written ngl.
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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?
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Character: Kaeya x Wife Reader Warnings: Cheating, Heartbreaking, Angst, Divorce Au: Modern Au Summary: You and Kaeya have been married for 4 years and the past year you guys have been getting distant. You love Kaeya with all your heart and try your very hardest to get it to back how it was. But then you realize the cause. You are done and it seems as though Kaeya doesn’t like that.
You sit and wait for Kaeya, dinner done before you. When the food was originally done there was a bright smile on your face. But as the minutes pass by and turns into hours, the smile begins to faulter. You have been feeling the small drift between you and your husband, Kaeya. You made this dinner for when he came back from the office to rekindle with one another. But as the clock goes from 5 to 8, you begin to lose hope. Once the clock hit 9 that’s when you begin to place everything away. A few tears rolling down your cheeks as you clean up. You weren’t even able to eat your own food as the sadness has altered your appetite. The travel to your bedroom was slow and agonizing. The pit in your stomach never leaving. The very least you could say was that you tried something today.  
The next morning, you woke up to your bedside empty. A heavy sigh leaving your lips as you bury your face into the pillow under your head. You finally take the courage to slip out of your bed. Eyes fall upon the picture of both you and Kaeya on your 2nd year anniversary. The memory brought back both fondness as well as sadness. A pang to your chest as you clutch your heart. Your bottom lip pressed harshly against your teeth while you try to keep a hold of yourself. An idea pops into your head. Maybe you can try another method. You begin your travel to the kitchen where you had placed the dinner from last night into a box for lunch. Your bright idea was to go to Kaeya’s job and give his lunch there. And it wouldn’t be too much because it is just simply a drop off and a hi and a go home process. A smile formed on your face.
You quickly went in the shower, placing the scent that Kaeya loves on you. As well as Kaeya’s favorite clothes on you. You peer into the mirror and place the last touches of lipstick on your lips. You pucker and smile. It has been a minute since you felt so beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to see Kaeya’s reaction. The drive to Kaeya’s job was filled with light music. The excitement ran through your body, it being evident as your fingers twitch against the steering wheel. Once you finally reached Kaeya’s department you couldn’t wait to hand him the meal. You had rehearsed your lines. Which sounds sad saying aloud. Having to remember what to say to your own husband. You shake the thought away and open Kaeya’s office door. The sight before your eyes made you drop the meal onto the floor, resulting in it spilling on the ground. Before you Kaeya had a woman sitting on top of him, kissing on his neck. When Kaeya’s eyes fall onto yours, he is more than shocked to see that you were here. You stood there for a few seconds. Trying to convince yourself that the things you saw wasn’t true. The scene you see right before your eyes is fake. It can’t be real. It shouldn’t be real. But finally, you took the reigns and quickly flipped away. While you stormed away, you were cursing yourself for every believing that you could’ve fixed whatever had happened.
Being back in the car, you bump your head repeatedly against the steering wheel, yelling stupid constantly. The drive back home was lifeless but once you got home, you immediately began packing your bags. There was no way you would breathe the same air as this man, let alone stay in the same house after the scene before you. As you pack, you couldn’t help but to batter yourself. All the times he came home smelling strongly like a woman. It had raised suspicion in your head, but you trusted Kaeya. You trusted him and looked where that got you. Your body shook with anger as you replayed the scene in your head. The many suspicious behavior. If you had known any better, he was probably with her last night. You were done in only 2 hours, packing everything that could remind Kaeya of you. By the time Kaeya did come home, it would be an empty home. You take one last look around the house before you slam the door close. You have no intention of ever coming back.
Kaeya opens the door slowly. The whole house was dark and he kind of figured you went to bed. Slowly walking into your bedroom without turning any of the lights on. Turning the room light on, the bed was empty. And so was the closet. Kaeya quickly opens every drawer of yours just to find them empty. Kaeya’s heart rate begins to spike as he realizes how serious the situation is. You’re gone and it’s because of his own stupidity. Kaeya picks up his phone. "Yes, I need another favor."
Note: This will be a small series in the making. It will showcase Yandere themes later on in the series.
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ddarker-dreams · 2 years
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Yan Genshin Boys / Sleeping Arrangements.
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Childe
Childe goes for the classic fake out, further proving that you’ll never catch a break. He’ll seemingly be out like a light, an arm loosely thrown over your waist, snoring softly into the pillow. You can even say his name a few times and he won’t budge. However, the second you start to wriggle out of his hold, it turns ironclad. The air is all but knocked out of your lungs from the strength behind his grip. He’ll then whisper in this husky, low voice, where do you think you’re going? So much for that. He occasionally makes jokes that he might need to buy some chains if you keep getting rowdy at night. At least, you think they’re jokes because he laughs at them, but you get a sense he might be serious. He favors resting his chin atop your head and holding you flush against his chest from that point onward. Good luck trying to get out of his hold, it’s not going to happen. 
Diluc
In true repressed Victorian ‘gentleman’ fashion, he doesn’t dare sleep in the same bed as you unless you specifically request it. Even then, he has his reservations. He was already struggling to maintain a veneer of propriety when you were clothed in layers from head to toe, now he’s got to stay strong when you’re wearing flimsy night clothes...? Of course, he’ll never reveal this as the reason behind his hesitation. Since you’re got him wrapped around your little finger, if you keep on insisting, he’ll give in eventually. Having him around is honestly not a bad idea in the winter, he radiates warmth. He’s so determined to stay on his side of the bed that you wonder if he thinks the world itself would end should he cross the invisible divide. You’ll very rarely wake up to him in the mornings since he’s such a busy man, but when you do, you’ll discover his hand had found yours sometime during the night. His face will turn the same shade as his hair when he learns of this. 
Kaeya
One might think the Calvary Captain runs low on energy when a day full of his schemes comes to its conclusion, but it’s quite the opposite. He thinks that this makes for a great time to catch up with you. He’ll slide under the covers and regale you with the shenanigans he’s witnessed lately. What’s annoying about it is that he’s such a naturally gifted storyteller, so you can’t help but get invested, no matter how hard you try to project apathy. You’ve learned more about the people of Mondstadt during his subjugation than you have living there for years. He’ll get to the juiciest part of a story and then leave you hanging unless you cuddle with him. If you have trouble sleeping, he’s unexpectedly good at soothing the issue, he’ll play with your hair and whisper in that deep voice of his until you’re out for the night. It’s probably the closest thing to tenderness without any ulterior motive that you’ll ever get from him. 
Zhongli
Zhongli’s more inclined to work around your preferences than the others, to an extent. He feels it’s advantageous for you to feel in charge when it comes to smaller details, so you’re more willing to overlook the control he has over the rest of your life. If you’re willing to sleep in the same bed as him, he makes no disruptive movements and prioritizes letting you rest up well for the day ahead. Sleep isn’t a must for Zhongli, yet to fully experience the life of a mortal, he gives it his best shot. There’s nothing he adores more than if you tend to talk or grumble in your sleep. While you’re conscious, there’s a filter in place that prevents you from saying anything regrettable; a feature not found when slumber reigns. He most definitely will try talking to you in a gentle whisper to coax out any secrets your lips would be otherwise sealed to. 
Albedo
Albedo is another who doesn’t really need sleep, but he enjoys all the bonding possibilities that come with sleeping side by side. He’s good at telling when you’re in REM and always asks you about your dreams the next morning, finding the information pivotal to better understanding you. He can’t help but think about how less lonely you make his otherwise secluded lifestyle. Most of his night consists of him pondering different matters relating to you, from what he should make for breakfast to envisioning your future. If he’s noticed you aren’t a light sleeper, he may feel bold enough to kiss your shoulder or clavicle since you can’t object. He’s able to gain a better understanding of your anatomy from the hours he spends committing your appearance to memory. It’s no wonder that his drawings of you are so lifelike down to the last detail — he can practically model you in his mind in anyway he sees fit. 
Xiao
You have to passionately plead your case to convince him to quote, ‘stop being weird’, end quote. If it weren’t for your interference, he’d see no issue with standing in the corner and staring at you all night. Xiao still doesn’t understand why you’re so huffy about his preference, but if it means giving you one less thing to complain about, then he guesses he can go along with it. Since adepti don’t really need sleep in the same way mortals do, he never thought he’d see the appeal in lying down and doing nothing for eight or so hours, but you’re starting to make him curious. You’ll be readjusting one night when you unexpectedly meet resistance akin to slamming into a brick wall. As it turns out, it’s Xiao’s chest, and he’s just been chilling there as if it was the most normal thing ever. Getting back to sleep after that scare is a tricky endeavor. He’ll quietly reassure that he isn’t doing anything depraved, which is almost stranger in a way. He really is just sitting there for hours and observing. It makes your skin crawl. 
Scaramouche
He actually sputtered in offense when you questioned what he was doing the first time his arms snaked around your waist. His grip was way too tight to be comfortable, for one, and his head was so close to your neck that his hair kept tickling the exposed skin. He grumbled about how ‘overdramatic’ you were despite the fact your lungs were actually crying out for air. This is what couples do, is it not? He’s mostly just embarrassed that his desperation for skin-to-skin contact came out so obvious. Proceeds to tone it down a touch by at least allowing your respiratory system to carry on uninhibited, generous lover that he is. Fortunately for you, he naturally relaxes his hold as the night progresses, and tends to curl into a fetal position. You can expect to hear gentle whimpers of your name that he violently denies should you ever bring it to his attention come morning. He’ll similarly combust on the spot if you refer to what he’s doing as ‘cuddling.’ No, this isn’t cuddling, it’s... being in close contact with another! Are you such a dullard that you can’t tell the difference? (He will die on this hill).
Kazuha
You grow increasingly convinced by the day that beneath his soft-spoken and gentle exterior, there lies a true mastermind. It’s suspicious how, despite his many survival skills, your campfire always seems to dwindle when the moon is high in the sky. How convenient is that? Then you have no choice but to snuggle up against him in your tent for warmth. You have no idea how he does it and he’ll innocently deny any accusations you send his way. Kazuha allows for some space between you if you demand it, but starts inching closer when he can tell you’ve fallen asleep by your breathing. No one can rival his stealthiness. He forces himself to stay awake no matter how exhausted he may be so he can admire your features. Sometimes, he’ll brush his fingers over the various grooves of your face, the touch so featherlight that you’ll remain none the wiser. He kinda considers this time as the best outlet to get his creepy urges out. For this reason, he’s always in an extra good mood when it starts to get dark out. You’d be right in thinking you probably don’t want to know why. 
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allfearstofallto · 1 month
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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!!
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Yandere! Kaeya x reader
TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy
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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.
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an idea I think is interesting is a yandere falling for a darling who is in a relationship already... with a different yandere. do you think you could write up something like that with two characters of your choice? personally I had diluc and kaeya in mind when thinking of this but I'd like to see your take on it!!
i did Kaeya and Diluc like you said simply because i thought they would show good ends of the spectrum. i hope you enjoy this :]
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including kidnapping, being held against will, drugging, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!
Yandere!Diluc falling for someone in a relationship would be nothing to him. He has the money to make anyone he wants disappear, and the power to do it as well. And if he can’t make the person disappear, then he certainly has the resources to make you disappear. He keeps you locked in his private study, where not a single member of his staff is allowed. He doesn’t interact with you other than to feed you, occasionally bathe you if you’re compliant, and to give you the sporadic bit of affection. He does this intentionally, slowly biding his time as he waits for the mental exhaustion of the whole thing to settle, breaking you slowly. He has all the time in the world once he claims you as his.
Yandere!Kaeya falling for someone in a relationship though is a little more difficult. He doesn’t have physical resources, but he does have his connections and charm. He does his best to woo the other person to leave you, swooping in perfectly when you’re left to cry in Town Square. He’s so sweet and caring, it’s hard not to fall for him. Especially when he’s so attentive, taking you out for lunch, helping you with your errands around the city, bringing you back to his place after you two go out drinking. He even sticks around more to help when you fall mysteriously ill after drinking too much one night, but fret not, he’s got the perfect tea to help. Apparently it’s made from a very hard to get flower, one that he gets just for you.
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