#Yandere kaeya x reader

[unearthly-doting]

finding their soulmate: genshin edition.

a/n: i haven't made a post here in a hot second and i honestly apologize about that lol. the motivation to write just hasn't been there but!! here's a small lil genshin post for now. i just spun a wheel to pick who i write but if u want me to write for some of the others then just lmk!!

includes: xiao, kaeya, kujou sara, albedo, tartaglia, and ayato.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, not edited, gn reader, kidnapping, forced relationships, arranged marriage, manipulation, reader injury in both kujou sara's, albedo's and tartaglia's parts, childe stabs you :peace sign:, canon is a very vague concept in my writing more often than not btw, this is kinda cringey </3, the yandere content in albedo's part is actually very mild bc i was restraining myself bc there was a lot i wanted to do w it.

XIAO — never really cared much about finding his soulmate. His entire existence was dedicated to protecting Liyue, even if the nation no longer needed his protection. Besides, with how long he's been around, he just assumed his soulmate was long dead and that he'd never meet them. Though, a small part of him wondered... what was his soulmate like?

And, almost as if the universe had been listening, he ends up meeting you. His soulmate. It wasn't a classic, romantic meeting. He didn't save your life or anything like that. You were just a traveler who decided to stay at the inn.

He didn't think much of you until his eyes met yours and suddenly color was flooding into his world. It made him dizzy, and it stunned him into absolute silence because all he could so was stare at you with wide eyes.

You were clearly going through it as well, because obviously. You just met your fucking soulmate on a damn business trip. What the hell were you supposed to do now? It would be awkward to just... ignore what had happened, right? I mean, he's staring right at you and this was all just very overwhelming.

It was an awkward first meeting, that's for sure.

But during your time at the inn, whenever you were free from work, you spent it with Xiao. He was closed off, clearly keeping his guard up and not letting you get too close. You didn't know the reasons, but you didn't expect him to tell you his entire life story just because you two were apparently bound by the universe.

Honestly, you just assumed he didn't want to be with his soulmate. This didn't upset you. It wouldn't work out, anyway. You're only staying for a few weeks before heading home.

But archons, did Xiao want you. Behind his typical, distant behavior, Xiao was taking note of everything about you. Your interests, your habits, your sleep schedule, your favorite foods and desserts... everything you told him or subconsciously revealed, Xiao was tucking it away in his mind.

He wanted you. He wanted you to stay here, in Liyue, with him. Where you belong. But he didn't know how to express that. He's never been in love before, and it's not like he'll just suddenly become an expert at romance after meeting you.

When it was time for you to leave, he was crushed. He needed you to stay. He needed you by his side. Letters wouldn't be enough to fill the emptiness in your wake if you left. You had to stay.

You will stay.

And when you wake up to find yourself no longer in the inn, and instead in some small home deep within the mountains of Liyue, you're distraught.

Xiao looks genuinely guilty, robbing you of your freedom but... you understand, don't you? You have to understand. He just couldn't let you go. You're his soulmate, you were destined to be with him! You'll love it here, he'll make sure of it.

Just stay.

KAEYA — had always wondered what his soulmate was like ever since he was a child. He would spend hours just staring at the small crescent moon forever stained on his wrist, wondering if and when he'll meet the person with a matching mark.

Of course, as he got older he spent less time thinking about such things, though he did always hold out hope that he might be able to one day meet his soulmate. Little did he know, he's met his soulmate already. Multiple times.

You took over Sara's shifts at the Good Hunter whenever she had other things she needed to focus on, so Kaeya has spoken with you on numerous occasions, he's just never realized you were his soulmate because you keep your wrists covered. He's not one to judge, his wrists aren't visible either.

Him finding out was an accident. You had been handing him his order when your sleeves rolled up a bit, and his gaze just so happened to look at your wrists and he saw the very same crescent moon that was on his.

And for a moment, he froze. He just stared. Long enough that you were starting to feel a little uncomfortable. But before you could awkwardly send him on his way, he was showing you the crescent moon on his wrist as well and thus began your love story.

Or... well... it's what Kaeya had hoped for, but you didn't seem interested in soulmates at all. You didn't want the universe to decide who you were meant to be with, you wanted to make that decision yourself, so you had, to put it simply, bluntly rejected him.

And he gets it! It hurts, sure. He spent his entire life dreaming of this day, and it's not turning out the way he had hoped, but... you guys can be friends, at least, right? No strings attached?

For a while, Kaeya was fine with that. You and he had a really strong friendship. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Though your feelings were platonic, he was holding on to the hope that maybe one day, you'll realize you two were meant to be together.

But it was starting to seem as though that day might never come, because almost a year into your friendship with him, you had told Kaeya that you were thinking about entering the dating scene. He was... not too pleased about that, honestly. It was pretty obvious too, the way his entire mood soured the moment you brought the topic up.

He didn't stand by idly while this happened. Any person he saw you chatting up with romantic intentions would suddenly avoid you like the plague the next time you saw them. Any blind dates would end with you being ghosted. Hell, even some of your friends, the ones who were helping you get dates, were starting to avoid you too. It was so confusing.

But not Kaeya. No, Kaeya was always by your side.

Whenever you needed him, he was there. He always seemed to be able to make time for you. He listened to you vent your frustrations out, never once judging you or telling you that you were being dramatic. He was the only constant in your life these days.

Of course, you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was the cause of all of this. It's not that hard to blackmail people, he's learned. But they didn't deserve you anyway, seeing how easily they gave up on you the moment he approached them.

Maybe... maybe dating Kaeya wouldn't be so bad... I mean, you're the one deciding this, right? The universe isn't having any play in it. This is your decision. Isn't it?

KUJOU SARA — never cared about her soulmate. She knew she had one, you were in every dream she had. She found it to be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Her entire life was dedicated to her training, and to the Raiden Shogun. She neither had the time, nor the interest in searching for her soulmate. Besides, it didn't seem as if you resided in Inazuma. Your clothing was similar what people in Fontaine wear, and Fontaine was far away from Inazuma.

She was confident that she wouldn't be meeting you any time soon, so she never gave you any thought when she was awake. She never made any plans on what she would do if she did, by any chance, meet you. It didn't matter.

And she can't help but regret that, now that you're standing in front of her. If she had known that meeting her soulmate would make her feel like this, as if everything in the world suddenly made sense, then... well... she doesn't know what she would've done, to be honest.

No matter, Sara had no time to entertain you. Your stay in Inazuma was only temporary, so she saw no point in trying to form a bond with you. You, however, seemed to have different plans. She was used to seeing you in her dreams every night, but she was not used to seeing you in her waking moments.

Whenever she wasn't preoccupied with something, you were there to offer her company. It was annoying, and she's sent you away more than once, but that didn't seem to deter you. If anything, you seemed to become more determined each time she brushed you off.

At some point, she had given up on avoiding you. It was easier to just let you stick around. And, the more time she spent with you, the more attached she was becoming. It wasn't smart, she knew that, but could you blame her? You're so... irrevocably you.

Her fondness for you didn't go unnoticed.

Many people in Inazuma treated you with the same respect they treated Sara. You were her soulmate, after all. Should someone insult you, they would in turn be insulting her. Nobody wanted to get on her bad side.

There were, however, a few bad apples.

It should come as no surprise that a target was placed on your back the moment people took notice of Sara's attachment to you. She didn't think she'd have to worry much, because no one would be idiotic enough to actually try and harm you under her watch, but she should've known better.

It happened a few days before you were set to leave Inazuma to return home. A disturbance was going on within the city so Sara wasn't with you when you went on your daily walk just outside of it. It was supposed to be safe, but it wasn't.

Some vagrants had got the jump on you, and you nearly lost your life. You were lucky enough to have been found by some bystanders, but Sara was less than pleased when she heard about this. She had never taken pleasure in killing anyone before, but there was a deep-rooted sense of satisfaction deep within her chest when she watched the lives of those who hurt you fade away.

And as she sat by your side, waiting for you to wake up, she came to a decision. You can't be alone. If you are, you'll get hurt, and she won't be able to protect you. She can't let you leave Inazuma. She knows you'll more than likely hate her for making this decision for you, but if it means she can keep you safe, keep you alive and by her side, then... that hatred is something she'll be willing to bear.

ALBEDO — doesn't have a soulmate. At least, he's not supposed to. He's an artificial being, so it wouldn't make sense for him to have a soulmate. Of course, he does find the concept of soulmates to be intriguing. Who, or what, decides who people are destined to be with? It's a question he hopes to find an answer to.

So he wasn't surprised when he found you passed out in the snow, deep within Dragonspine. He's seen this countless times before, travelers who don't take precautions before trying to brave the deadly cold that comes with being here. He assumed he would just nurse you back to health and you would go on your merry way.

That changed, however, when he was cleaning your wounds and he saw his name inked on your skin, right on your collarbone. In his handwriting, at that. It confused him, because... that would mean that he's your soulmate. But he can't be. And yet, it didn't come off when he tried wiping it off. It was a part of your skin.

This left him with many questions, though none of them got answered when you woke up. You couldn't remember much about yourself, other than your name and a few other details. You didn't even know why you were in Dragonspine, or where you were from. You did hit your head pretty badly, judging from the headwound, so that would explain the amnesia, though he's not sure if it was going to be something temporary or not.

You both decided it would be best to just have you stay here until you were able to recover some of your memories and although Albedo wasn't eager to make friends with you, he was grateful for the company. He was incredibly patient with you too, answering any questions you may have had ranging from a multitude of different topics.

And in return, you helped out as much as you could without overexerting yourself and making your injuries worse. You'd make sure to keep his little lab tidy when he was away. You'd help out with some of his experiments too, if he knew you wouldn't get hurt doing so.

All while trying to figure out how he could possibly be your soulmate. He checked over himself. Four times. Your name was nowhere on his body. So why? Why was his name on yours? As much as he hates to admit it, he thinks he may never get an answer to this mystery.

Though... that's not such a bad thing, he thinks. He finds himself enjoying your company more and more with each passing day, the whole soulmate thing rarely even crossed his mind. At least, until you had asked him why his name was permanently etched into your skin. It was fairly easy to explain everything to you, though he was unable to answer a few of your questions, sadly. Soulmates were still a mystery, after all.

And when you asked if you could write your name on him so you two could match, he found himself unable to say no. He found himself unable to speak at all, actually, as you wrote your name on his shoulder. You even added a little heart next to it.

But no, Albedo was too busy coming to terms with the feelings he has for you. They weren't new. He's been aware of them for a week or so now, he just never gave it much thought until now. Now, with you so close to him, it was simply impossible to ignore.

And once you pull away, you smile at him and say, "There! Now I'm your soulmate too, right?" And oh.

Oh.

There was no way Albedo was going to let you leave Dragonspine now.

TARTAGLIA — feels a little bad for his soulmate, whoever they are. They can feel his pain, and he can feel theirs. So... they probably hate his guts, considering he's not the most careful person in the world. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, and his soulmate has no doubt felt every single second of it.

Don't get him wrong, he would love to meet his soulmate. It's been a dream of his since he was a child, always eager to hear the story of how his mom and dad found out they were soulmates. Even as he grew older, the desire never went away. It was just... buried.

And his soulmate just so happened to be you, the significant other of a man who owed the Northland Bank a lot of money. He doesn't normally partake in debt collections, but he didn't have anything better to do so he decided to take this one on. He was going to use you as an example to your husband, though the moment his blade stabbed you, he froze.

He felt the pain. He stabbed you, and he could feel it. Oh fuck, he just stabbed his soulmate. That's definitely not the picturesque first meeting he was hoping for. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell his family this either...

Stabbing aside, he was utterly delighted. You, on the other hand, were terrified. Not only did this man just fucking stab you, his expression went from bored to something akin to crazed glee. He stared at you with a hunger that made you want to shy away from his gaze.

He doesn't care that you're already in a relationship with someone else. Not anymore, you're not. You're his, destined by the stars or however the story goes. And if your lover tries to get you back, he'll just kill them. Easy as that. Absolutely nothing will get in the way of him having you.

And he likes that you fight back against him. He especially loves it when you manage to escape. Hell, sometimes he'll even let you go just so he can chase you down again. It sends a thrill through him like no other when he catches you, and you stare at him teary-eyed and out of breath.

You're always so scared that he'll hurt you, but he would never do such a thing. He treats you like you're royalty, spoiling you with a seemingly endless amount of gifts. You're not quite sure how he knows what you like, and you're too hesitant to ask.

Honestly... he'd probably let you stab him. Y'know, he stabbed you, so it's only fair that you get to stab him in turn, right?

You think not. You're very hesitant, staring at him as though he were insane for even proposing such an idea. A part of him was disappointed. He wanted one of the many scars on his body to be from you. But a much larger part can't help but go soft at the sight of you shaking your head, sternly refusing to hurt him.

If he wasn't obsessed with you before, he certainly was now. You're too good. Too kind. He's holding you captive (lovingly, of course) and you refuse to hurt him? You don't even want to pinch him? How adorable.

Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think that you might care about him.

He was nothing if not stubborn, of course. You might not care about him now, but you will in the future. He'll make sure of it.

After all, he's spent his whole life waiting for you.

AYATO — never had the time to think of his soulmate. He was blessed (or cursed, depending on who you ask) with the ability to see the red strings that tied people together. When he was younger, before having to take on the duties of the Kamisato name, he would always stare at the one tied to his pinkie.

He even has the habit of twirling the red string around his finger whenever he gets stressed. Only behind closed doors, of course. It would probably appear strange to others if they saw.

Meeting his soulmate was something he had always planned out in his head as a child, and when he finally did meet you, it was so... simple. There was nothing magical about it, you had just bumped into him one day when he was out in the city and that's what started all of this.

For you, it was a forgettable encounter, one that would never cross your mind again. For him, it was everything he had been waiting for. Thoma thought it was a bit strange, but he dutifully gathered information about you when Ayato asked it of him. He needed to know everything there was to know about you.

He already knew what he was going to do when he met his soulmate, the only thing left was to actually do it. And you were definitely shocked when Kamisato Ayato himself showed up at your home and asked you to marry him.

You said no, obviously, because why the hell would you agree to marry someone you didn't know? Ayato had planned for this, of course. That's why he had Thoma learn everything about you, so the moment you declined his offer, he just smiled and made a comment about your family. It was very obvious what he was implying.

And even if you aren't close with your family, you can't live with blood on your hands. You were pretty much forced into accepting Ayato's marriage proposal. He was pleased with this outcome, promising to take care of everything himself.

Marrying him meant that you would, unfortunately, have to leave your home and instead live at the Kamisato Estate. Everyone was under the impression that this marriage was one of love and not coercion. You highly doubt that anyone would believe you if you told them the truth, and you were too concerned about what the consequences would be if you did.

Everyone at the estate was nice to you, at least, though the only people allowed to actually get close to you were Ayaka and Thoma.

And when the wedding was over, it was time for your honeymoon. You were not excited about that, but it seemed Celestia itself was on your side during that time because he was too busy to spend time with you.

If he wasn't threatening the lives of your family, you would have made numerous escape attempts by now. Still, you've made it very clear that you hate his guts.

Your hatred is something he detests, though he can't fault you for it. He understands that what he's forced you into is wrong, but in his mind, it was something that had to be done. He's sure that given enough time and space, you'll grow to understand why he did what he did.

And even though you scorn his existence, Ayato looks at you as if you've placed the stars in the sky.

Your strings are forever tied together, so there's no getting out of this. He doesn't plan on ever letting you go. He'd be a terrible husband if he didn't keep you close, wouldn't he?

[allfearstofallto]

what kind of yandere is kaeya?

(please ask this kind of question more often, I'm begging)

Out of all the Yanderes I write for, I think Kaeya is the one that people would least assume to be the type to be obsessed. You might think it's Diluc, but he's already living a double life protecting the city of Mondstadt under the name of the darknight hero. But Kaeya is different.

Yes, he's flirty and touchy and it's true that he is hiding something about himself, his extraverted personality leads people to trust him more. He's also the type to establish a relationship with you first. He does watch you from the shadows, learning your routine and your preferences, so when you coincidentally bump into him for the first time, it doesn't seem strange when you keep seeing him all over the place.

As a lover, Kaeya only has a few subtle red flags, things that could be brushed off easily. He's never jealous, someone as confident in themselves doesn't need to be, but he's protective. A bit too much at time. He seems to always want to know where you're going and who you're going with, to an unnecessary degree. But he always follows his triads with sweet words and soft touches, seemingly making you forget how uncomfortable he's made you.

For as long as possible, Kaeya won't let you discover his actual yandere tendencies. His brutal jealousy and his need to scare off everyone in your life, isolating you until he's the only one you can rely on.

[esthercore]

Yans! putting defiant you in a collar with a leash attached to it, with the other end of the leash attached to their pants, so they can finally get some peace from you trying to run away every time they drag you back.

Having you crawl in all fours as you get dragged around, enjoying your humiliation after how much you had troubled them previously, tugging on the leash whenever they are bored, having you suckle on their cock, not cause he's aroused, but just the sight of you where you belong, they don't even make you suck them off, jut keeping your warm mouth around their length warming it, bring intense pleasure to their soul itself.

Even after when you show a bit of compliance and they remove the leash, you will have one of those jingling collars so they can hear when their baby is moving around or is near them, & especially love how erratically it rings when they are buried inches deep in you. wrecking your hole like an animal in heat ♡

I really like leashes

[random-yandere-fandom]

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.

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Genshin Boys / Darling Breaking Up.

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.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

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

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.

[pinkworldone]

When you like girls/boys that are short

Yandere(?) Genshin Impact x reader

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!!

ROSARIA~

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

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

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

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.

[heartsoredivinity]

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

[theinnerunderrain]

Their favorite attributes of you

Characters: Kaeya and Diluc.

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

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Your words.

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

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

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

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

As though a lustful devil has taken possession of you.

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

As long as your voice is solely his.

It doesn't matter.

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

Your eyes.

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

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

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

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

He saw it all.

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

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

Your eyes are indeed beautiful.

He doesn't deserve to look at them.

"I love you."

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

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

Your eyes are beautiful.

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

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

[snailsgoingdowntown]

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.

Thank you for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !

[allfearstofallto]

Would Kaeya and Diluc share a darling? Would love to see your take on their dynamic

- 🍓

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!!

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.

[wishluc]

So i have had this thought for a while now.. kaeya or venti with a S/O who loves winter and all kinds of sparky lights/candles they lights candles and play in the snow and are just generally really happy when it's winter time

CW: yandere character

Kaeya finds this terribly unfair.

So you could welcome the cold snow of Dragonspine biting your exposed fingers till they were numb, and you could embrace the sharp, icy wind as it danced around you, and you could it all with a blindingly warm smile—but the minute he was to approach, you'd flinch away like he was some kind of monster, you'd tremble in his arms, as though the cold of his vision enveloped him whole in blazing iciness, and you wouldn't even spare a moment to talk to him, not even a glance in his direction when he brought you something to eat and offered to take you out. It was like he existed only as something frightening and despicable to you—something completely undeserving of love, not even worth a single word.

Your eyes sparkled with life as you drew shapes in the snow-blanketed ground with your finger, unable to hide the excitement in your every step. Bitter thoughts festered in his mind as he watches you, and he considers being a little mean. It didn't matter if you were to be mad at him, anything would be better than the stiff-lipped silence you guarded yourself with. Maybe he should do as the dark corner of his mind urges, and grab your frigid hands and drag you back home, or let you stay in the cold as long as you'd like, until you were frozen to the bone and shivering, and refuse to offer his warmth to you no matter how many times you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

He could be cruel too, if he wanted to. And he did want, but as much as he wished to give in to the intense resentment that coiled around his heart and squeezed in hopes of soothing the pain and the aching loneliness inside him, Kaeya decided against it—more than anything, all he wanted was to be the source of your happiness. He didn't feel any better after denying himself petty revenge, but...you would appreciate the sentiment if you knew, wouldn't you?

He laughs at himself; who was he kidding? You'd appreciate nothing that came from him.

Still, he tells himself that he can appreciate the scene before him. What was a few more hours of yearning, or wanting, to him now? He leans back against the crumbling wall, and watches you fall back onto the thick snow, looking up at the empty white sky with a large, uninhibited grin, rivalling the brightness of the sun.

He looks up too, only to try and find what brought you such joy; but he thinks that the unmoving clouds and chill in the air are nothing compared to the slow, cool breeze of the nights he brings you out to the balcony, blanketed by the twinkling stars and a serene silence. But of course, then, you'd never have such a lovely look on your face, and that makes the current picture all the more enticing.

Kaeya languidly stretches out his arms, hoping to catch your attention, "I think it's time we leave."

For a fleeting moment, he hopes that you'd turn to look at him with your joy still lingering, but you sit up and stare at him, and your solemn expression says it all. Any tranquility you may have found at the moment, any semblance of peace shatters the minute he foolishly spoke out, but you still looked at him, and he can make do with that.

Still, there's no protest from you, no dragging of feet, no regretful glances back. You let him hold your hand and walk alongside him back the way you came. It's not much, but it's something, and it starts a bright flame of hope in him.

Just like how you stubbornly braved the cold to indulge in your little desires, Kaeya thinks he can bear the frigid iciness of your heart, and maybe someday, he can thaw it out, too.

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[yourheart-inmyhands]

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 :]

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.

[exchangestudentnova]

Veluriyam Mirage

Features: Yandere! Kaeya Alberich and KoF Knight! Willing! Afab! Reader

Content: NSFW/smut, initially dubcon, praise kink, slight breath play, slight bondage, slight knife kink, voice kink

Term of endearment used for the reader: Dear, pretty girl, sweet thing

"Will you go with me? Mom told me to invite my friends as well!" The way Klee came up to you to join her to visit a domain was so cute! She said she's going to meet a friend of her mom's, but all the way to Sumeru? The thought made you a bit concerned about her safety, so you decided to join her. Then again who are you to say no to a bit of a relax time?

So now you're here in this place called the Bottleland along with Ms. Eula, Klee, The Honorary Knight and Sir Kaeya. Or just Kaeya as he instructed you to call him so. There were other people as well an Inazuman war general and a Sumeru's forest ranger trainee.

But your eyes couldn't help but fall on the Cavalry Captain. You have such a big crush on him ever since the day you saw him on the opening ceremony inviting the new Knights in the Knights of Favonius. He's well loved by almost everyone in Mondstadt so it's no surprise you feel a bit flustered by his presence as well.

The Mascot, or the caretaker called Idiya asked for everyone's help in fixing the Bottleland back to how it was normally, by collecting all the parts to restore the main mechanism. It was a long but fun journey as you were getting along with everyone and at last! the domain was restored!

"Please enjoy your stay in Bottleland" Idiya announced.

Klee left with the Honorary Knight and Kokomi while Eula and Collei went for some dance sessions. Which left you and Kaeya together. "Are you free at the moment?" his silky smooth sound vibrates in your ears like a melody. "N-no I'm not. Why do you ask?" "If you're free then I'll like you to come with me"

Kaeya takes you to a huge, colourful pavilion that you remember visiting before as here you found Eula's relative. "We're here again?" you question as Kaeya ushers you inside.

It was dimly lit as compared to before, with only the light at the top illuminating the entire space. You walk up to the center of the stage as Kaeya followed you. With a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to ask-

*mh*

Kaeya takes your lips and seals them with his in a fiery kiss. You stumble back, not expecting him to start such an action. He secures you with a firm hand on your waist, while he pushes stray hair from your face with the other. The two of you only part when the dizziness from the lack of oxygen hit you. "Kaeya what is the meaning of this?" "Oh don't look at me like that. Did you really think I won't notice the way you eye me up and down? They way you bit your lip when you think I'm not looking? The way you get wet when I speak- he leans down, breath hitting your ears- this close to you?"

You open your mouth to speak but one of his hands already starts cupping your underwear, while the other wraps around your neck, putting pressure enough to decrease the oxygen going in your brain. "Now you'll only talk when I tell you to talk okay pretty girl?" you barely manage a nod as he pushes your underwear aside, collecting your arousal in the tip of his finger running along your slit. He licks his finger while his eyes close in appreciation of your taste.

He pushes you from your neck, forcing you to move backwards. Soon your back hits a slender pillar, most likely used as a prop. The hand around your neck lowers you on your knees, sliding your back on the wooden pillar.

"Won't you undress for me pretty girl?"

You quickly remove your clothing, leaving youself in your underwear.

"Wait here" he instructs as he vanishes in the darkness.

He returns with a decorative ribbon. "Your wrist sweet thing". He ties both your wrists togther behind the pillar, now you cannot escape at all.

He steps back, biting his lips at the beauty in front of him, looking cute tied up at his mercy.

He removes the dragger from his back, running the blunt side along your collarbone, your abdomen and your inner thighs. You hiss at the contact with the cool metal, the sensation heating up your body more amd more. Finally he turns to the sharp side, cutting your underwear, leaving you exposed. Your breasts release with a bounce, rushing all of Kaeya's blood in his pants. He cirlcles your nipples with the blunt edge of the dragger, eventually tossing it aside and taking them in his mouth, one by one. You squirm from the texture of his wet tongue, his hands undoing his pant.

"Is it okay for us to do it here?" You ask hesitantly. Kaeya looks at you with his lust filled eyes. "Of course sweet thing, it's the perfect place I say. No one is here to listen to your moans and scream, so be as loud as you want hm?" He's now rubbing his cock up and down your pussy, arousal gathering at the tip. He pushes it in, your mouth letting out a small squeak in answer.

Once he's fully in, his hips move at a steady speed, hands grabbing your waist tightly and your tongues dancing to create a saliva bridge from his lips to yours. You lock your legs around his waist, a knot in your abdomen forming at a fast rate.

He speeds up, chasing his own release. His hand findd your clit and starts to rub it, sending extra waves of pleasure through your body.

"Gonna cum for me hm? Gonna be my good girl?" you can't even recognise your voice, running hoarse due to all the screaming "Yes I'm your good girl! Gonna cum.." you're almost there, just a little bit more..

"Cum then sweet thing"

His voice was just the thing you needed as your body starts to convulse, your orgasm comes in waves, his own just seconds after yours.

The two of you catch your breath, his forehead pressed against yours. He unties your wrists and helps you dress up. Both of you make your way out together, hand in hand, rushing to reach back quickly before someone comes looking for you two.

[dropletpetals]

How a Yandere loves

(feat. Kaeya & Thoma)

❥⁠Synopsis: He loves you, completely and utterly. You're the one who's been circling in his mind, his heart, his body, his very being, and his soul. But how does he love you?

❥⁠Content warnings: yandere and yandereish behavior, stalking, mentions of murder, mentions of kidnapping

❥⁠Author's Note: eeeei first post! Be warned that English is not my first language

❥⁠Kaeya

Kaeya had known love, once upon a time. Had grown up on it, in fact. So he knew that love could only end in heartbreak. His father had left him, his adoptive father dead, his adoptive brother hated him and it was by his own doing.

So when he realized that he was in love with you, denial was his first reaction. Yes he liked your company, yes he liked seeing you smile, yes he watched you from afar when he was out and about to assure himself that you are safe, yes he followed you at night to keep you safe until you are home and would watch you until you fell asleep but... that's not love, is it?

Only when he saw someone flirting with you, and his first natural reaction was to murder them in the dead of the night and dispose of their body did he accept that he was in love with you.

He was conflicted, to say the least. Everybody eventually leaves. And surely, you are not the exception. He mulled the thought over and over, all the while maintaining his facade of calm when with you, hiding the way his body heats up at your touch, how his heart beats faster at a smile directed at him, how his body craves your company when not by your side, and he makes a decision.

He will take you to his home so you wouldn't leave him too. He will keep you safe and will take care of you. Maybe you'll hate him, spit on him, hurt him, and be disgusted by him but he won't fight back, he'd accept it, because that is a meager price to pay so you would never leave him.

Surely, you would like the arrangement eventually? Nothing to worry about anymore, no need to worry about money, about food, he'll give you whatever you want, books, jewelry and so much more. Just let him take care of you and love you and don't ever leave him. He's asking for so little, so please...

Stay with him forever.

❥⁠Thoma

Thoma knows love. Revels in it, in fact. He loves like the winds that blessed everyone in his homeland and warmly like the fire that his vision creates.

So it did not surprise him when he fell in love with you. He kept to the same routine of helping you and taking care of your needs, even bringing food that he had cooked that he knew you liked.

He does not need you to love him, he just revels in the feeling that you give him, like tiny little embers are burning in his heart when he is sent a smile or praise his way.

He just likes protecting you, whether beside you or from a distance, making sure you're safe until you're home, surprising you with a gift that he saw you eyeing earlier, and delighting in the smile and surprise of your eyes.

He knew that he was not the best for you. He is merely a housekeeper of the illustrious Kamisato clan after all, and surely you–like many others–would prefer his Master Ayato over some mere maid.

But that does not deter him. It does not matter to him who you love, as long as he can love and serve you–as he does with the Kamisato siblings.

And it is reflected upon when hearing disrespect or insult your way, dealing with it like he deals with those that disrespect the Yashiro Commission and Kamisato Clan.

He may have gone overboard a few times, especially when a person let out a scathing remark on you that made him see red which led him to burn the trash.

And if his Master finds out, well surely he would understand? After all, he is only protecting you and he knows that his Master considers you as a friend. Perhaps even more.

Like how he protects and takes care of the Kamisato, he will protect and take care of you too. And if one day you are to be a Kamisato, then he would be your precious maid.

He would even debase himself as a mere pet, who would amuse and take care of his Master, to bring a smile on your face and a praise his way.

So let him take care of you, please?

❥⁠End Notes: welp I have no idea where the fuck this came from but I'm happy with the result!

❥⁠Q: Which yandere genshin character would you want to be obsessed with you? Answer in the comments, please?

[throwaway-yandere]

This is Esther.

Omg maid au JANBSHAGAVACG

may i add my blorbo:

Kaeya, but he’s a merMAID, yes sir!

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You don’t know why you keep coming back to that place; the coffee is subpar and the tea they serve is always the first pour.

“Well, if it isn’t our lovely patron. Enter, if you please, and have a seat.”

As if on cue, you then found yourself three hours late for your meeting at the estate and spending more money than you’d like in that cafe shop.

The experience itself is a blur; people serving you left and right and feeling you’re lying on ten silk blankets every time that person talks to you.

“My, my, is that all?” You break your gaze from the cold earl gray tea to face someone with a star in their eyes.

Correction. Eye.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else? The cafe can cater to whatever you’d like.” There the feeling goes again, the feeling of another ten silk blankets piled on top of you.

It’s so comforting.

You dont want to leave.

He laughed.

“That’s what i like to hear.”

Me looking at my blog: *nervous laughter* how tf did we jump from mafia!au to idol!au to maid!au–

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It's a curious thing. His eyepatch, you mean.

You've heard many oceanic tales about marine life losing a few fins and eyes, but not once have you heard the same apply to someone high up in the hierarchy like merfolks. As a fae yourself, you'd rather die than have a mortal grace your eyelids with their rusted forks– what more for a merman like him who'd rarely encounter vile humans?

With that in mind, it's no wonder the unseelie court records would reference him often. His fate is brimmed with a potential for a vengeful folklore. You won't be surprised if your fellow dark faes have plans to use him as a pawn– once he dies, you're certain Barbatos would replicate Kaeya's skin to play a few tricks.

Personally, none of these sinister thoughts enchanted you quite like his laughter.

"Out of all the hosts, I'm surprised you've requested me." Kaeya said, bemused. "You know, I could help you request for my brother instead. He's a busy merman, but I can pull just the right strings for it to work out."

"I came to this host club to see you," you replied nonchalantly. "Don't tell me you're disobeying your master now."

"Wouldn't dream of it, my lord." He grinned. "Just wanted to test the waters."

"And you're a master at that, I'm certain."

"More so than a fae, I'd reckon."

"Hmm."

You giggled as you sipped your tea. It's cold. You'd be concerned if it were warmer under the sea.

"Why bother with pleasantries when you know well that I cannot refuse you, Alberich." You stated it as a fact not a question. "Just tell me what you desire and it will be done."

"And I thought I was the servant here, Master."

"I'll grant you a wish to express my... Appreciation for the night before."

"Then allow me to be selfish."

You heard the gates of the cafe close, but you did not show a hint of shock nor fear. Instead, you smiled at him as you reached your hand out.

"Take me however you see fit, dear. I'm yours."

You don't care about the danger.

Kaeya chuckled.

"How fortunate. I do need another eye to finally see the whole world again."

You relish in it.