#yandere genshin headcanons

[allfearstofallto]

Maids, maids…and even more maids

Being the Maid at a Yandere's Estate

FT: Kamisato Ayato, Childe, Diluc, and Scaramouche

Master Kamisato Ayato is quite the funny man. That's what you'll tell the other maids in quick bits of gossip. He has a surprisingly good type of humor that just falls from his mouth and a very very soft laugh, but of course, you can barely gossip as long as you want to. A ringing of a bell signifies that the master has called for you again, something he's been doing regularly these past few months.

“You're the only one I can trust to clean my quarters,” he told you once before. His quarters being his office and his bedroom. Even though he says that, he never leaves the room while you're cleaning. Rather he's there, pretending to be doing other tasks as you dust his shelves and sweep the floors. You wonder if he thinks that you can't feel his eyes on you? The second you look down, he's looking right at you, practically burning a hole through you with his gaze. It wasn't noticeable at first, but it grew worse the more that he insisted that only you could clean for him personally.

Your daily cleaning for him ends with him patting you on the back, his arms lingering around your waist for a little too long.

“You did incredible, as usual,” he'll praise you, “But don't be shy to come and see me outside of work hours.”

Master Ajax, or Childe as he's referred to by others, is rarely home. You wonder if that humble manor he has in Snezhnaya is just for show. Of course, you seldom get to see it too.

Whispers amongst your fellow coworkers told you that before you were hired, Childe didn't bring anyone with him on his trips. It made you question why you needed to pack your bags every time he was taking a trip to another city, as he insisted that you would come with him and be his personal maid for the duration of it.

He never treated you poorly and never took you anywhere dangerous. You were usually the one just holding down the fort and tidying at whatever inn he decided to stay at. But even you acknowledged the fact that you felt like you were a little too close to your employer. He'd take you out with him, you'd try to trail behind, but he'd make you walk closely at his side. And never once did he correct people when they assumed you were his wife. Actually, if you looked at his face after someone made the mistake, you'd see a smirk forming.

“What's wrong with being married to me?” He would joke, although his smile wasn't reaching his eyes, “I think I'm a pretty good catch. Don't you?”

Master Diluc doesn't leave his office often. The other maids talk in hushed whispers about how they worry that he may be working too much. Seeing him roaming the halls is like seeing a ghost. This also means that he partakes in most of his meals at that desk as well.

He invites you to sit with him one day, saying that he doesn't enjoy eating his meals alone and seeing as he is your boss, you agree. One day turns into nearly every day of your work week, and when asking your coworkers about it, they seem surprised.

“Master Diluc barely speaks to me when I deliver his meals,” one girl says and the other's agree shortly after.

It seems strange to you as you also slowly eat your food across from him. You'd taken to eating your meal as well, even though it wasn't you designated meal time. He assured you that you were still being paid for the moments you sat with him. When you question why you're the only maid that he shares his meals with, a slight grimace crosses his face.

“Does it matter?” He asks you, almost a little too harshly for the gentle Diluc you know, “I'm paying you to spend time with me. Only you.”

Lord Scaramouche who only needs a couple maids. He's rarely home anyways and when he is he doesn't leave his room often, doesn't take to meals, and doesn't call for anything more than a cup of tea. Although even you're surprised when less and less maids show up for their shifts, until it's only you that resides within the walls.

It's rather lonesome when you realize that your only company is now the quiet lord Scaramouche, who barely meets your eyes most days, and when he does speak, he says some form of insult. It's only when you're out for a grocery run that you run into a previous maid of the manor, chatting happily with the first person who'll talk to you.

When asked why they all decided to quit, she tilts her head in complete confusion, “We didn't quit. We were fired, all of us.”

It's a short sentence that confuses you even more. And your walk back to the manor is filled with thoughts. Bringing lord Scaramouche his meal that night, you decided to ask why you were the only help left in his lonesome abode. Assuring him that you're not complaining and that the job isn't too difficult.

“Must you always ask stupid questions?” He spits the words out, “Your presence doesn't bother me like the others so you get to stay. Don't take it for granted.”

[aluraveil]

Yandere Capitano HC's

Don't fuck around with a harbinger, much less #1.

This man screams obedience, strength and discipline everywhere he walks. He could snap you in half if he so desired.

He's the leader of the fatui military, so you can expect him to drill lots of discipline into you.

Capitano expects a lot from you. This includes you staying and taking care of the house with the rest of the servants, no escaping, and obeying every last one of his orders.

If you tell him you have a bad day and that's why you're not complying with him, he will scold you and lecture you about how there's no excuse for no obeying your husband and how you need to learn how to respect those above you.

Capitano feels pretty distant and he's often away on missions. You often feel lonely, but you don't want to witness his cruelty.

The house often feels cold and empty and you wish you could see the snow outside in person, but you knew better than to disobey him.

Capitano also has many expectations for the way you look.

He expects you to look presentable. That means your hair isn't messy, your clothes can't be raggedy nor wrinkled, and your face must be neutral never once having any traces of tears or sadness.

You're also expected to wait for him every night at the door, bow down, greet him, and call him "Lord Capitano".

You're also expected to remember his rules no matter how little nor stupid they sound.

Ever get tired of this life and want to leave it? Absolutely not. It's not permitted at all.

Escape isn't possible due to the environment you're in.

You're locked in a large manor with many servants and fatui ready to snitch if you try to run.

Forming an escape plan doesn't go unnoticed by maids who were trained to look and spot for this sort of thing.

If you actually did escape, best believe Capitano will be hunting you down.

There's no escaping the 1st harbinger who's specifically trained for situations like these where the target tries to escape or run away.

When Capitano drags you back, your privileges are taken away and you'll be locked in your bedroom all day.

Capitano will also make sure to drill lots of discipline and obedience into you and after that, you'll be nothing but a hollow shell of what you once were.

Listen, obey, and respect. Understand all three of these and you'll be spared from Capitano's wrath.

[dere-drabbles]

Butterfly Cage - Yandere Scaramouche x Reader

Summary: Thoughts on how he'd keep you tied around his finger.

Yandere Scaramouche, who intimidates you with every move and has finally captured you as his prisoner. It didn't matter if you were a regular civilian or warrior with a vision - he'd strip you of your weapons and leave you vulnerable at his feet.

When he lowers himself and asks you to look at him, his voice is suddenly softer than his usual commands. Almost a whisper. Or a passing statement.

The fingers that reach out to dig into your chin are a sharp contrast, matched with the unimpressed curve of his brow when your eyes flutter open.

You're trembling, you're sure - but this state of fear has been so constant that you don't consciously recognise it, anymore. Your capture had been rough, and the days you spent alone in a spare bedroom did nothing to quell your anxieties as you realised the windows and doors were deadbolted.

Then, you're taken into what looks like Scaramouche's office. After all the name calling and disobedient snapping, you were sure he was about to strike you there and then-

Only to feel his lips on yours, slow and gentle, as if he hadn't just been glaring daggers and pressing crescents into your skin. The sensation startles you so much that you stumble backward and fall on your bottom, but his lips never left your mouth.

With a final peck, Scaramouche pulls away. Your head is spinning while he takes the chance to trail softer kisses down your jaw, a hand cupping the side of your face while the other rested at your hip.

You're completely frozen. A deer in the headlights.

Why was he treating you so-

"Ah ah, no dozing off." That same, noncommittal tone warns you. But the harsh squeeze at your hips jerks you back to reality. A callous smirk plays on his lips. "Don't want to give me a reason to be mean, now do we?"

His contradicting tones continue. If you shut your eyes, Scaramouche's touches are almost tender, and you could almost fool yourself into thinking that he might be possible to be reasoned with-

Only for your eyes to flutter open whenever he stops, admiring how your breathing has labored.

There is no sympathy in those eyes. He's toying with your emotions, making you question the hatred bubbling in your chest.

He'll mislead you with a soft front, brushing against your hair thoughtfully, placing a kiss on your open palm.

There's only yourself to blame if he was pushed to his crueler methods, no? Especially now that he's showing you just how kind he can be.

[opinioncore]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚— VICTIMs HOLD GRUDGES

— getting to know your friends! And enemies! And faculties! And students!

⸝⸝୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ — possessive and obsessive tendencies (yandere things), bullying, incest (not to you), OOC, manipulation, power imbalance (they're all rich and you're poor, or teacher and stuff) assault, you/your and they/them but AFAB reader, animal death (on Kabukimono's part only), OC mentions, mentions of death, choking (on Scaramouche's part only).

ᝰ.ᐟ — part 1 - reader x genshin cast

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Tartaglia/Ajax — The older brother of Patrina and Xiao. Zhongli always brought him to business meetings and these meetings are with foreigners, specifically Russian foreigners, since he was a child. He is a child of a different mother, a mother with ginger hair and blue eyes. He's a sporty kid in school, one of the most known representatives in sports whenever the school participates in competitions.

"Did you come to see me?" He asks, you shake your head, "I came here for Patrina, where is she?" You asked and looked around, he laughed, but it didn't sound happy at all, he placed an arm on your shoulder and pulled you close, not caring that he's sweaty, "I'm hurt, you came here looking for someone like her and not me? We gotta fix that, we're 'friends' remember?"

he doesn't really like how the word friend rolls on his tongue.

Xiao — The youngest brother of both Patrina and Tartaglia. He's the one closest to his father — Zhongli — the most. Xiao feels like he's indebted to Zhongli the most because unlike his siblings, he never knew he had a mother, and Zhongli raised him by himself, no nanny or whatsoever, Patrina helped a little to that. He's in that little infamous group — 5WIRL —known for making the teachers live a living hell, he doesn't really do much and just follows what Venti does.

"You're a clumsy person, you know that?" He says, trying really hard to bandage your sprained ankle, that he caused. "This was your fault you know?" You snort, he doesn't really answer, but you're getting irritated at how he can't bandage your ankle properly at all. "I'll just go get Dr. Baizhu to do it in the infirmary—" and you let out a pained gasp, he just tightened the bandage on your sprained ankle, "No. I'll do it."

he doesn't really like how Baizhu looks at you.

Zhongli — The father of Tartaglia, Patrina, and Xiao. Owns the biggest, wealthiest, powerful and most successful company out there. Would do anything he could to spend time with his children despite his very tight schedule, like taking Tartaglia to meetings, studying with Patrina, and raising Xiao. He used to be a student in Teyvat Academy and is now the biggest investor that funds the company.

"It feels like you aren't glad to see me at all. Why's that, I wonder?" He asks as he drinks his tea that's probably more expensive than your entire house and furniture and food all together. He isn't dumb, he knows why you're so unfriendly, but he's the one paying your therapy to help your mental state after seeing your friend die, you really should be more grateful. He doesn't hear you speak, not even glancing at him. "You're quite the troublemaker, no?" He stated.

he doesn't really like how hostile your eyes look.

─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ───

Kabukimono — The oldest out of the triplets by 5 minutes, but he really acts more of the youngest out of all of them. Was at first supposed to be the heir of the company his mother owns but she soon deems him unworthy (his words), and now he seeks attention from Amaya instead. He doesn't really do the same bad things his other brothers do, his just more clingy and obsessive than an average sibling. He's one of the most innocent and least sane people in the Academy (at least that's what they think).

"Please, have this.." he hands you something, it has a little flower with it.. and the main thing was a dead sparrow. He looks away with a flushed face while you look at it in horror. He fiddles his fingers, "I really love you. It brings me comfort that you don't make me feel less or worthless." It would've been very romantic if it weren't for the dead sparrow in your hands.

he really loves how he never feels left out when he's with you.

Scaramouche — He's next to Kabukimono, he was named Kunikuzushi but he doesn't want to be called that and prefers to be called Scaramouche. He also was supposed to be the heir, but his mother deemed him unworthy too (his words), so he grows to hate, feel insecure and finds comfort when he sees others as unworthy, just like him back then, he refuses to believe that. And thinks he's above everybody when somewhere in his heart, he feels unworthy. He uses Amaya as a way to release his frustrations, whether physically or emotionally or sexually, it doesn't matter. He's also in that little infamous group — 5WIRL —known for making the teachers live a living hell, and he is the worst out of the group, he doesn't wanna follow Venti at all but finds his ideas amusing enough to follow, students fear him, like a lot.

"Tell me. Where did you get this necklace from?" He asks you, holding out the necklace your friend - Nanako - gave you, "And why should I tell you that?" You spoke, defiant, not wanting to tell him anything, what if he was the one who actually killed your friend? It won't be long until he goes after you next if he finds out then. He scoffs, "Stupid... You're just really stupid aren't you?" He pushes you on the ground and gets on top of you. "Let's make something similar then, hmm? Something matching, and on our necks." And you feel something wrap around your neck, and as if on instinct, you wrap your hand around his.

he really loves the look in your eyes whenever you face him.

Wanderer — the youngest out of the triplets, yet more mature than the both of them, he was never meant to be an heir and never cared about it, was just heavily influenced by Scaramouche as a kid but soon grew to be more mature than him. He isn't as bad as Scaramouche when it comes to Amaya but isn't as good as Kabukimono though. He's also in that little infamous group — 5WIRL — known for making the teachers live a living hell, and he is like Xiao, just doing what Venti does, he isn't really with them all the time, just by himself.

"You're putting yourself in danger by talking to me, y'know that, don't you?" He scoffs, you don't even want to talk to him at all, you just want to ask where Amaya is, "I.. where is Amaya?" You asked, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, should've expected that, "Amaya this, Amaya that," he pulls your face closer to him by your face, "Why not ask me things about me, or yourself instead? I'm tired of getting asked about Amaya."

he really loves how you would call out to him by his name.

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ part 1!! Yippie!! I wanna add more but like, nahh let's keep it to them instead, maybe I should do doodles too?

[tinandabin]

b4 u proceed this may contain disturbing themes and stuff so please be cautious when reading! this is a yandere related post so if you don't like that stuff don't read please! thank u 💗💗

credit: @mirology ( thank u for the amazing idea bro 🥰 )

THE DAY YOU CRUMBLED

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Run. Run. Run!

That's all you can think. Of running as fast as you can, running far away from all of them. Running till you take your final breath. Because what else can you do? Fight them? You can barely even breathe without getting a sharp ache in your chest, all of this hurts. It hurts so so so much.

You don't even understand how you got here. What kind of a sick joke was this? One day you were sleeping in your warm bed and the other you were tied up as the civilians threw rotten tomatoes, eggs, whatever they can get their hand on, at you. You were waiting to be tortured; to be burned; be stabbed; drowned; and assassinated. To be killed. You were waiting to die. For your life to end all because you looked like someone. Someone that is you. You screamed, pleaded, begged, whatever it took to get even a small bit of sympathy. A small spark of hope. But no one cared. All of them were heartless; laughing and laughing at YOUR MISERY!!

Where did you go wrong? All because you have a face similar to their creator. All because you were born like this. What could you even do about having the same face? 'An impostor' the crowds chanted like some kind of sick spell, repeating it again and again till your ears bleed. Till that's the only thing you know before you die. Nothing but an impostor.

"STOP RIGHT THERE! THE MILLELITH COMMANDS YOU!" The soldiers screamed, following you like wolves. You were tired. Is there any place you can even find refuge in? Don't think so. Everywhere, all over Teyvat, you are nothing but an IMPOSTOR!

Maybe it's okay to give up now. You tried hard. Maybe if you die here, you will be alive in the real world.

Before you could take any action, a polearm came and sliced your head off clean. You saw one last thing before you died; the sky falling. You felt the ley lines crumble. The trees fall and the stars started falling. You saw Celestia crashing down. The ancient Gods awakening. All sorts of monsters started stomping out, as the Creator's head fell off. At the feet of the Archons. You saw one last look on their face before you left for good; their petrified eyes and the tears flowing down their cheeks. You felt a sense of satisfaction, in a sick way.

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A scroll was laid open upon some table,

'𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐓; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑; 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐓.'

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MASTERLIST

[adiluv-moved]

❥ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒. ˚⊹꒷

🎤୧・꒰word count꒱ 1154.

💿୧・꒰warnings꒱ yandere character ꒰implied stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior꒱, idol/modern au, reader is not traveler, reader is from sumeru, intentional lowercase, not edited.

🎧୧・꒰adi moment꒱ inspired by this ask! i'm literally such a big fan of yandere idol scara there is so much untapped potential here that i think we need to start looking at!! hope you enjoy!! ໒꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀི১

as a disclaimer, i don't support yandere behavior in real life! please don’t interpret this post as justification for any of scaramouche's actions.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who's the sixth of the twelve harbingers, a snezhnayan-based idol group that's recently gone viral and taken teyvat by storm. with members hailing from all seven nations, you'd instantaneously deem the inazuman native your favorite—something about his more blunt and bratty personality catching your attention. with plenty of releases and tons of merch drops, you'd find most of your income going to posters, albums, photocards, and apparel—an easily noticeable focus on scaramouche themed items taking hold early within your collection.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who meets you while lost in sumeru city, having decided to take a vacation after the success of his latest tour within liyue. delays with transportation had caused him to show up late for his hotel reservation, leaving him stranded in the foreign city without anywhere to stay... which is precisely where you come in. even with the large amount of mora you'd dedicated towards supporting the group, concerts were far out of your budget—tickets being sold out mere minutes after dropping. so when you'd met your bias sitting on a staircase with a suitcase beside him, you'd been quick to offer him shelter within your apartment, leading the man back to your place and opting to sleep on the couch and give him your bed.

꒰💀꒱・it's this trusting nature of yours that initially causes him to consider you the biggest idiot in teyvat, with scaramouche contenting himself to make good use of the amenities you've oh so graciously provided. he's given free access to all of your belongings for hours on end whenever you go to work—given more than enough freedom as you slave over your stove to cook dinner once you finally return. really, you're lucky he's the real deal, he thinks, because it would be stupidly easy for him to just rob you one day and run off. ꒰not like anybody would believe he robbed you, either.꒱ ...but he has no need for your pitiful belongings, and he'd feel like a real asshole to do such a thing, so he leaves them be.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who, despite his first impressions, finds himself growing fonder and fonder of you as time goes on. you're an utter klutz, lacking common sense and self-preservation skills—however. you're caring. kind. you take him sightseeing on your days off and offer to pay for the things he buys, even though he currently has more mora than you'd ever obtain within your lifetime. while a superfan with his merch lining the walls, you see past the persona he wears on stage—see the real him and make an effort to know him. you treat him like an equal, unlike everybody he'd encountered after becoming an idol.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins missing you after returning to snezhnaya, borderline regretful that he hadn't entertained his idle thoughts and taken something from your apartment as a reminder of your hospitality. he's never felt this way about a fan ꒰let alone anybody else within his life꒱ this way before—wanting nothing more than to cast away his duties and seek you out once again. the first night back in his home is spent as an all-nighter, detective-esq determination while he searches instagram for your profile and nearly jumps out of his bed once he finally locates it. of course, you accept his request, and he takes great joy in scrolling through your posts and unashamedly liking all of them. not like you'd even mind, anyway. your followers list is, in the same manner, put up for examination—though he doesn't exactly want to tell you about that.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who stalks your spotify almost every day, listening to all of your playlists and taking notes on the various musicians that pop up. immature as it is, it's difficult to stop the searing jealousy that threatens to pop up whenever other idol groups pop up a little too often for his tastes, a sour taste left in his mouth as he attempts to convince himself that the harbingers ꒰him, specifically꒱ are still your favorites. although he publicly claims that he has no need for rivalries with other groups, there's just something inherently satisfying about seeing one of his tracks beating those of the other groups on your playlist, silent hopes that you'd also prefer it over theirs. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins sending you gifts once his obsession really takes hold. whether it be money, merch, or the random items on your avidyazon wish list, expect to see a lot of packages arriving at your doorstep—all with notes from scaramouche commenting on whatever's inside the box. receiving tickets to any and all harbinger concerts also becomes a common occurrence, transportation to the other nations paid in full. while touring in inazuma, he does the honors of sending you a kimono alongside front-row tickets, practically ordering you to wear it and saying he's excited to see just how amazing you'll look in it. you're so preoccupied by the gesture that you don't even think to ask when he got your measurements. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who takes you backstage after each and every one of his performances, having his bodyguard escort you to his personal dressing room. although he asks you to tell him about any significant events within your life, he almost never seems to be shocked by any of them—instead giving you an almost knowing look... as though he already had the information. not to mention that anybody bothering you almost always stops after mentioning your discomfort to him. a part of you wonders whether he does anything to interfere, but it seems near impossible considering his busy schedule and the fact that he's miles away from you in another nation. must just be a crazy coincidence, right..?

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who demands your attention at every moment within these meetings, growing insanely agitated if you so much as attempt to talk about the other harbingers—especially il dottore. attempts to figure out why he hates the senior member so much are outright ignored, scaramouche instead opting to quickly silence you by either pinching your lips together or boldly kissing you ꒰if he's feeling particularly jealous, that is꒱. "you shouldn't even think about other men in my presence," he'll say, "let alone dottore." and because you don't want to upset your idol, you simply nod your head and change the subject.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who would've asked you to be his partner by now, if not for the many scandals that would erupt from such a request. he's aware that some of his fans obsess over him in the same way he does you, and he'd hate to place you into any dangerous situations because of his greed. don't get him wrong, though. you still aren't allowed to date anybody else, a fact that he'll remind you off right before he sends you on your way. things may not be official, sure—but you still belong to him.

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[ghostlspirit]

The Fool's game

Genshin men headcanons on their love

tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, dark themes, suggestive content (kinda nsfw), maybe ooc

note: I woke up and just had to write this lol. This is just a quick drabble and the list might not be complete. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Masterlist

The bruise

Tears stain your face even though you already stopped crying long ago. Scars little your skin and they feel like open wounds. You remember every day you got them, from him. He promised that you are safe, and you fell for it. His sadistic smile burns in your nightmare as he rises the blade to your skin. Another scar for his collection. May it be his initial that he carves or just random patterns, he loves your whimper, your begging and your crying face as you fully submit to his mercy. He thinks you look eternal like that, you make him feel so giddy. He makes it clear that you are his, your body is his. You know by now that the only way to experience the sweet smell of freedom is determined by him, through his blade, and only when he desires to cut too deep. But until then you'll have to live in a constant state of bruised legs, hips and neck as the pain and his 'love' overwhelmes you.

Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Ayato, Kaeya, Wanderer/Scara

The kiss

He can't keep his hands off you. He wants to explore every nook and cranny of your body, with his eyes, hand and lips. You taste marvellous and your moans are addictive, your shivers driving him over the edge. He has reached places you never knew existed as he holds you, hands moving, rubbing and lightly squeezing you. He's never too rough, always treating you like a piece of glass as he worships your body. You gave him a taste, let him indulge, and now he's hooked. He never leaves your side, he NEEDS to be around you, touch you. Without the warmth you radiate, his worlds seems so cold. But don't worry, you won't leave him. He makes sure you'll always be back in his arms, at the mercy of his kiss.

Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Alhaitham, Cyno, Albedo, Diluc

The affection

You don't have a choice to love anyone but him. He served his heart on a silver plate and you accepted it. You were a fool to be swept up by his sweet words and charming smile as now it's the only thing you whish to never see again. He would do anything for you, everything you desire. Isn't that so romantic? He tells you he loves you 24/7 and that you're so pretty and beautiful. He can't help himself as he remembers the days you would still blush at his words. He knows you still feel the same deep deep down. You said you loved him forever, didn't you? He knows you never stopped loving him, just as he will never stop loving you. If he keeps smothering you with his affection, surely you'll finally come around?

Thoma, Kaveh, Diluc, Xiao, Itto, Cyno, Tighnari

[unhappytimeleaper]

Character analysis; main concepts

A lot of this references some hints to lore and stuff I found. Not a lot are direct spoilers, but since Venti is built on his vagueness to his past, this likely will be able to be subject to change as time goes on.

Also, I wasn't sure if I asked if anyone would reply to whom to pick for my analysis. I asked some friends on a Yandere discord server, and in passing, one of them mentioned Venti, so I just went with it. Shout out to them. I hate making decisions. And leaper lore, but Venti is the reason I got into Genshin, so I guess it's fitting he is first.

Anyway, that means sending who I should do next. I'd prefer to space Genshin characters out, but anyone on my lists can be requested, as well as general requests being open.

The final quick personal note is I wanted to thank everyone for the 150 followers. I know it's not a lot, but I am thankful for the handful I know have been around for a while and for those who have considered following; Tumblr and most other SNS are rough for creators as reblog ratios are so low and other issues, but I am very grateful for those who keep coming back.

Venti [Barbatos]; Unedited. Gender neutral reader. Part 1 of 3

Warnings; yandere!! It touches on every main category of the troupe, so if you are sensitive to manipulation [emotional and mental], alcoholism, codependency, guilt [even self-imposed], obsession, lying, stalking, some general creepy behavior, breaking and entering, possessiveness, delusional thoughts, unwanted touching [sfw], and anything else you can think of being related to yandere troupes, then it's best to just not read. Also, a massive warning for talks about religion, idolization in the 'church,' and abuse of power within religious settings.

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General manipulation

As a key component, Venti is a general trickster; he comes naturally with the skills of forgery, fabrication, pilfering, and illusion-making. These tools under his control make him naturally an enigma but build into easy traits of manipulation as he needs not just to you but to anyone. And for an early establishment, Venti's natural manipulation is not just tied to these specific skills. Still, it almost comes coded into how he exists as more of himself is revealed. Though these particular skills of lying are much harder to pick up on, between the riddles of his words and decent, innocent appearance, it's easy for him to pull off a twist of words or lie his way out of a situation.

As pointed out, manipulation is a skill that Venti can best use against anyone. To you, he is likely able to find excuses to keep up his actions. Outside of the wall of Mondstadt, he can quickly find reasonings as to why he's there, too. More often than not, he's somewhere close. While in areas like Windwail and Brightcrown, he can stay hidden, only needing to reveal himself if you find yourself in trouble, in regions like Starfell and Galesong, you can often see him not too far off in the distance. Even if you doubt his reasoning, it's hard to find proof of his stalking, making the moments unsettling, but his cuteness and way of words make it hard to get upset. Guilt festers as he looks so sad with accusations of something more sinister and that he has ulterior motives. Or how within the walls Venti is quick to find you and cling on, either in close proximity of walking or physically bound to you somehow— it's easy to tell when he's been drinking as he tends to be much more touchy in those moments. While it takes a lot for him to truly get drunk, he likes to play it up as there are so many more benefits and things you let slide. You have to take care of him in some way, and he always has a reason to be around longer.

In cases of late nights together, Venti sometimes lets you feel as if you have the upper hand, too. Pretending to be more drunk than he is and more open, allowing you to handle your chance at burning questions as he wistfully gives answers. Often, they are still vague but do let you delve more into his past, the trauma he has endured, or the loneliness that has come into his life. The more you learn, the more guilt grows at the idea of rejecting him. Of leaving Mondstadt in favor of exploration or answers. It's also not one where everything he shares is a goal of manipulating these feelings or actions.

Venti's love is absolute; for that, he wants to share what he can, with his goal of being bound to you, which means sharing these personal moments. For him, learning about you is so much easier with his status and age. Still, you can seldom learn about him in the same way, even more, as he can't fully spill his guts about his past at a moment's notice. However, he can think of this as an added benefit; manipulation, even if it's not the goal, is still emotional manipulation.

These times, there often are levels of manipulation about other places and people he puts in place. Different regions and gods aren't free from their past either, and Venti is known to share moments of these in his riddles. Aspects of how the lands have changed, how they have changed, but the imposing struggles carry through their lands. It's not really shit-talking them, nor a full-on slander campaign, but the language and words he uses are often dulled in favorability of what they could be. Similarly, he might often find ways to weave in things that could cause greater fear in you to manipulate you into thinking you are much too weak for the creatures that lurk there. While some parts you can chalk up to his story-telling nature and that by making it more dramatic, it sounds better, there often is a growing uneasiness about how vicious parts it could really be. More than countless times, there have been moments of your own danger, only saved by the grace of the wind and Venti nearby… In contrast, he speaks of Mondstadt and its people much more positively, and while he has some jealousy of those in his region you gain closeness with, he also tends to have a much more positive relationship with them, allowing those to be better tools to help in his love life than those in say Sumeru or Inazuma. He tends to maybe add in some more lighthearted jabs that can have an air of jealousy in them, even more if Venti feels you've been around them a lot recently, but in the way he talks, it often is more of playful bad-mouthing than down right insults.

As touched on, Venti's manipulation of you isn't always intended or done with negative goals. One side of this is again linked generally to how he speaks. Being this enigmatic person whose words are always wistful and hold more profound meaning, there is a natural draw to learn more. It's only made more of something that is hook when he doesn't often go around sharing this self-lore to someone so known but distant in Mondstadt to just anyone. It's almost like a balloon or bubble; the hints that are added build up little by little as time goes on without seeking out Venti for more until it pops. A droplet of information at a time until it consumes your mind, going back looking for more details to answers to the questions you'd had running in your mind for days. Soon enough, you are the one asking where the mysterious bard is to the townspeople, only cementing more in their minds the nature of your relationship being more than platonic. It also, again, just makes you feel special, a self-imposed superiority that you are the person who knows him best [which this ego can be inflated more if you know him as barbatos as well]. Venti knows these actions are manipulative in a sense, and again. At the same time, it doesn't truly harm anyone; it's still manipulation at its core in building this unique reliance on him.

And Venti's manipulation is ever present in the town and the people of Mondstadt. The key ways he uses these are to get more information about you and, as usual, get away with things. However, as briefly stated, Venti uses the wind and himself as a factor in starting rumors that there is naturally more to what is happening between you that can be exploited for later use. But back to the first point, Venti is able to once again use his 'charm' and way of speaking to easily coax others to give out more information about you. He literally likes things about your past, interests, personal relationships with others, likes, dislikes, and such through his friendly demeanor and guiding the conversations. And while he can easily track and monitor you through the wind, by talking to others around and having them tell him where you are, it helps set up a close alibi if you were to question him later. Essentially, in this case, the guards and townpeople become effective scapegoats for his stalking if needed. Furthermore, these questions end up helping intensify any rumors as the questions, over time, can become more and more romantic.

His manipulation does also be a benefit as he really is one with the people, if not distant in details. By having personal connections to groups like people in the Adventure's Guild and Knights of Favonius through people like Jean & Kaeya, they easily can be tools to help with his… well, propaganda. Even the temple with Rosaria. You ask about traveling and other nations to people in the Adventure's Guild, and they tend to often only share more gruesome or darker aspects of their stories. Of have plenty of tragedy by the time they reach the 'positive goal' that it's a natural persuasion to not want to often venture too far outside of Mondstadt. Or say you are one to leave; Venti could use points of manipulation he's built to have, say, Rosaria or Kaeya go with you, depending on where. The wind can always join you, but Venti isn't up and one to fully be able to run off from Mondstadt for long periods of time. If you plan to go on just a trip for travel, it's one thing for him to run off and join you, but freedom itself in Mondstadt is unique. It's not necessarily true freedom, and while he's awake with a purpose, he can't in his heart run from Mondstadt to travel with you. And while he'd be able to do anything in his power to persuade you to not leave, he's one to physically force it unless you're genuinely trying to run off for something dangerous. However, if someone else were to go. Friends of you and Venti… you'd have to come back, right? Kaeya can't leave his post forever, and it was him who accompanied you for this task, so it would be unfair to go on alone and not see him back… Yes, through others, you'd always be lured… guilted into returning home to him eventually.

Manipulation is also used here in more of a test; he does this often with people but imposes an idea or thing involving you. Those he wants to use in a way of getting close, he bluffs some lies out, and their reaction or steps they handle in regards usually is how he tests to see if they are reliable in what he needs. It's nothing extreme, but it's best to know if he can trust their feelings and opinions on you before letting you get too close. If they fail, well, a little bending of the truth to make it so neither of you wants to interact and never really hurt anyone.

This all helps build into how appearance tends to help. Not only for the general public but even for you, as his boyish charm and looks naturally tend to frame him as innocent. People are quick to brush off his questions even if they progressively get more concerned as 'puppy love' or that it's simply 'too cute' to see the young love from the bard. Many might even favor this as they see it as him likely being willing to turn a new leaf and grow into something worth settling down [i.e., get a job and place to live, though really, instead, it grows more into him crashing at your home and still playing song for whatever he can— money or alcohol]. His verbal actions are easily brushed off, but even the physical side of things, too. Pilfering is a great talent of his, but when caught with your items or breaking in when you're out, he tends to be pushed aside if he plays up his demeanor and lies. Scolded with warnings, sure, but scratching his head and sighing with a 'promise I won't do it again' tends to get everyone to roll their eyes and back off. As mentioned, his appearance can even present him as harmless to you; if someone brings it up, you might also awkwardly laugh and brush off the events. It's just Venti being Venti. He truly is primarily harmless, and he's stayed over so much at this point him breaking in was likely just a result of a habit of being in there…

And the limits of manipulation can be pushed if he so chooses. Call it divine intervention, more or less cause while he does so more with a dirty conscience, he can be driven as Barbatos to truly step in. Religious intervention. It seems weird when the Church of Favonius suddenly comes in contact with some old documents, ones with never seen details of an old love interest to their beloved god. The news and rumors sweep the nation, and even weirder, most of the details and notes recount someone… like you. Things seemed to get stranger, and from there, only more documents could be found of this exact figure appearing throughout history, like some sort of reincarnation. The fascination of it all quickly became the center of the topic, and with the likeness you bared in the story and aspects of appearance, you're status seemed to shoot up within the night. Not so much a holy figure but deemed with some strange uplighting in the way people spoke. That is, or how Barbatos ever seemed to come back to Mondstadt, you'd need to be there just like how the past reminisced. For those who do know, it weirdly only pushes you away from them if you ever seek help, that that story must be bound to fate, and that Venti can't be as much of a nuisance if you give it time. The problem is only dug in worse as Venti creates poems and ballads of the sort, claiming he actually had heard of these but never sought to share them until now. As the stories grow, you're pushed more and more to the church with the idea of gaining barbatos' favor and attention. Leaving… just became much more complex.

Dependence [reversed]

Dependence comes in a weird form, at least compared to others. While in general fashion, dependence typically is the idea that they want you to solely rely on them for everything, not only for power and love, it can even be with money, housing, or other necessities. While Venti likely would be much more dependent on him being really the main source of your love and affection, the rest… he doesn't care so much about. Power may be a little; he doesn't need or want you to depend on him for it, but it does give him a little ego boost when you have to or ask him. And too many other aspects of actual dependence go against aspects of his belief in freedom. Venti's course of manipulation never truly prohibits your own freedom; again, less you actively seek to do something he knows poses a threat; it just often forces you to rethink and become more hesitant in actions or thoughts.

As for other forms of dependence, well, Venti doesn't have them. He steals, only really eats apples, to your knowledge, and is homeless. It's quite pitiful in a humorous way. However, as you get closer and bond more with the bard-friendly nature, it is hard for you to let him live like this. Well, in certain ways, stealing alcohol or bribing others to give him some with songs you can't really stop unless you plan on going bankrupt. But more frequently, you invite him for meals and shelter him in your place. Even more frequently if the weather is bad or as winter approaches. Venti isn't manipulating you necessarily into these tasks, but dependence some with a factor of self-guilt. He's your friend, someone you've gotten close with, and with that, he's come to truly rely on you for these things. He was fine in the past, but to leave for who knows how long and let him fall back into such a life would make you a bad person. Right?

Logically, Venti knows he doesn't need to depend on you for these things as they don't have any real effect on his life, but it's so domestic. He gets access to all your items; you put time and love into meals, or even sharing what you purchased from Good Hunter fills him with warmth. On cold nights, he finds it easier to slip under your blankets and, even if it's fake, pretend to sleep like how couples would. Being a god comes with a lot of good but a lonely life, and after seeing so many, there comes a time when it's nice to indulge in it. Gluttony has always been a crime of his, it seems, such as with alcohol, but this also can't be that bad if no one is getting hurt. So just let him depend on you a little longer. At least until he can find out some solution before he sleeps again.

Self Harm

Similar to dependency on basic things, one form of manipulation that Venti doesn't do on purpose but knows that there still is a benefit to his actions is his indulgence in drinking. While it takes a lot for him to truly get drunk, as noted, he does like to play it up for you, and it's not uncommon for you to have to take care of him or come help him. In all sense, Venti, while not necessarily drunk, is an alcoholic, and to a detriment, it is a form of self-harm. Through learning more and hearing the tales and songs of his past, it's apparent the wounds run deep, and Venti's only way he knows to deal with them is through drinking in an attempt to numb or forget. The reality of knowing this is hard; you see it with others you've likely gained closeness with and how drinking has affected the lives of so many.

This leads to two outcomes: this, again, guilt that breeds when thinking of leaving. The connection Venti has formed is tangible with how deep it is to you, even if you don't reciprocate in that way. That's if you were to leave, would things only get worse with his drinking problem? Unlikely, he would died from drinking, but it's more than just drinking; it's the mental state of him in that position and how the loss of more people would rip the wound open even more. Furthering, if you had actually spent time talking about his past and working to unpack and find better ways to cope with the trauma outside of alcoholism, leaving would be a dick move and revert all that progress no matter how you explained it. How much could you're conscious take knowing this? How far could you make it without the guilt of him back home as the stories of his past cloud your mind? The wind tickling your skin and almost like a whisper reminding you of it. It's one thing to share a drink or two with the bard and have a fun night in the tavern, listening to his songs and dancing. It's another to picture him alone under a tree, empty bottles scattered from stealing from him alone, reminiscing about his lost friend and the imagery of war. The wind gets colder, licking the back of your neck, and the guilt is painful, ready to burst out your chest for even thinking of it. Some wounds you cannot heal, but the idea of making them worst or abandoning the person who's come to need you most is mentally crippling.

General obsessiveness

Venti doesn't necessarily read as obsessive. Not outwardly, at least, though it's easy to blame his charm for that. Okay… well, maybe not charm, but within his manipulative nature and looks, his actions and questions regarding you don't play as obsessive to those who listen. It's unlike many others who you can just look at them and feel in your bone there is something off, or in how they speak, they care just a little too hard. His sharp tongue and trick of words allow people to very easily give up information without thoroughly having them aware they have, making his tendencies go far under the general public's radar still. And for those who do somewhat witness it, he doesn't mind playing up his role a little more. Just a young, helpless bard looking to woo someone. It isn't a crime, right?

The mask he wears holds many layers. The bard, the god, the lost wind. Not many will ever get a look at what really goes on and what is an exaggeration. Or under exaggeration when it comes to you. In most cases, Venti stretches his stories up, his words riddled and larger than life that people have to dim down to work out the true meaning. So when he sells his obsessive love as much less, people are quick to brush it off or dim it down further to avoid those actual layers of emotions being peeled forward.

A chunk of this also extends to the shame and questions it brings out of freedom. Venti has never tried to take it away in a solid way, but is it true freedom to either of you when you fill so much of his thoughts that you can't really do anything without him? It is the thought that replays and replays of you and him doing things; it's the obsessive nature of having to know where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing. Are you safe? Are you planning on leaving? Should he come to find you just to be sure?

What about the images. The visions he remembers from the wars, from the people he's lost, and that truly, at any time, perhaps something will happen, and you'll be next. The flashes of violence and fear that only make the goal of getting his next drink to numb them go away— or you. The sight of you, the smell of you. Having you hold him and remind him that the past is gone.

You'd be able to see it, maybe not the full extent, but you've come to know the bard enough to tell when the cogs in his mind are turning and the way he tries to drown out aspects of himself. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, but you know some of it is tied to the past as he holds the stolen wine in one hand and grips you so tightly with the other as you try to stumble back to your home and out of sight. You can tell something is off when he's snooping through your things early in the morning as you're just waking up and when he's clearly been inside your place while you were out with a friend. Or that he's been leaving more and more questionable lyrics? No, less like poems or lyrics but ramblings about love and fear and what can only be aspects of you on the counter as he runs around god knows where. It's worrying. It's uncomfortable to an extent, but not enough or in a way that you can just cut him off. Kick him out. Maybe just talking or setting a little break, but the pressure in your chest and bile in your throat at the thought of cutting contact brings you to a sobbing mess each time.

But, what does keep him from being fully obsessive is that Venti still has things to do. Freedom of Mondstadt and giving up his title as the god doesn't mean he's abandoned his role truly, and if he's awake, that means between drinking, being with friends, telling stories, and everything about you, there is something he has to do. He still is out fulfilling a duty no one, but he knows of, and really, part of that seems more scary than anything he's done to you. You know he'd never hurt you; it's not a fear of that, but as Venti opens up more to you, the parts he still keeps hidden remind you that this is only a fraction of what you know. Guess it's good that you still have some time and space to yourself, but as obsessive as he is in his thoughts and other flaws, he can dial it back if needed for a short amount of time. At least from your perspective.

Wrong idea; type 2

In a sense, Venti is give an inch; he'll take a mile. Like a stray cat. You feed him once he keeps coming back for more. One thing is that this wrong idea can start more slowly, but the second you mess up and do something more romantically affectionate, it instantly becomes much more intense in the progression of what he's willing to take or do.

As mentioned, for anything to start, you need to be at least on a friendship level basis with Venti, and a sorta higher level of one. Nothing extreme, but the type of friends who do spend a considerable amount of time together and, for example, willing to open your house to him to stay in occasionally. Not even in a 'stay in the same bed' type way, but he knows aspects of your personal life, and to a level, you learn more of his 'Venti' side for any of his traits to really start manifest. However, it is already very easy to set off more and delve into the realm of leading him into the wrong idea territory.

Some ideas of how this might be are such as gaining more physical contact. While the intent is friendly, Venti is from a different time, and being touchy already seems less common than you already have a 'flirty' aptitude. Grabbing his arm or hanging off of him when sober makes his heart flutter that there could be more. Certain gifts, flowers, or making uniquely special foods just for him. Not just any meal, that's normal, but if you were to make something sweet with apples that wasn't a typical dish, it leads his heart to beat just a little harder. Or that one time when he did stay over and you fell asleep holding onto him rather than the usual routine of wandering off to your own spot after putting a drunk Venti 'to sleep.' You must have been exhausted… but this is his first time really getting to see you up close.

You must be doing all this with some… ulterior motive. Sure, he's heard of courting; he's older than people think and knows more of the ins and outs of things. People treat him like someone far more innocent by these looks— not just with drinking. And yeah, it comes in handy sometimes, but not when people talk down to him about this. At first, there was some apprehension. Teyvat was in a dangerous time, and as carefree as he plays himself up, he's always guarded about his next move.

Obsessiveness starts more simple. His questions are more of curiosity about many things, and what is better than to trick it out of people and you. Sure, he knows most basic things of your life, but that couldn't mean you aren't linked to more questionable things and had figured out he was Barbatos, either. He comes off a nosey at best. When digging to see if you'd ever been caught doing 'bad things' most inform sure— but in the sense you had been a kid and teen once. You'd easily gotten into trouble more than a few times but never was it for anything imminent or serious. He digs more into the lineage of your family and the other people you associate with. Nothing strange… fine, but perhaps a different route. He remembers some old common courting techniques, and he's seen some of them in this era, too. He's not blind to it, but as he shares more of the details, the more people tell the 'young' bard. It's probably a hint that he should reciprocate. I mean, he already hangs off of you like a hangover anyway. It's surprising he isn't already attached at your hip with how much you both sort of rely on each other. Although you tend to treat him more as a companion than him, he depends on you like a leech.

And the switch flips.

In certain aspects, if you did have some sort of crush, it likely would melt away with how quick his obsessively wrong idea notion takes over. What was harmless flirting testing the waters is instantly blown into a large scale. Even if you didn't like him in that way and other signs were one of platonic closeness or accidents, it doesn't seem to make a difference. His touchiness is insatiable, and the amount of time he starts demanding you spend with him is much more intense. If you try to brush him off, his poutiness damps the air, and things just an uneasy tingle. You find him trying to make all sorts of snacks and now haggling not just for drinks but for gifts. Every story he tells, every song he sings, and every poem has some romantic undertones that, paired with former questions and actions, people know it is about you. And the stalking doesn't help.

Venti's turning point makes him feel like there is more and that there could be more. He's not fully delusional. There are aspects of a lucid point that you're pulling away, but that just means he needs to try harder, right? He's seen so many relationships go like that. If you stop trying, if you let them pull away, that's really how you lose them. It's obvious how much time he puts into this, how much he thinks about how to move forward, and how he can use things like his skill sets of manipulation to keep you bound to him [not literally but in a figurative state]. However, it is only time before you get worn down from trying to fight and redirect… adapting does become just so much easier. Conversations, trying to explain, just don't seem to reach him. Lucid and all, you can't understand him or his goals anymore, and even when he does calm down back into a slight breeze, the second you give him a bit of that former closeness back, it picks back into a blustery.

Stalking

While Venti's stalking habits have mostly been pointed out, there is one other big thing that needs to be recognized. Sure, in Mondstadt and the borders of other regions, he often can find himself about to sneak away and physically follow you around for extended periods of time [days, weeks, etc.]; what happens if you leave. Of course, Venti can easily manipulate others to go with you as a safety net and use it to get you back home, but things are rough when you're gone. Luckily, or to your dismay, you aren't ever really alone as the wind follows you. No matter how far you go, how pleasant the weather is, or how rough the wind is a constant companion following in your wake. It's often a nice breeze, though it picks up a significant amount if you're nearing danger or in danger. Though a strange pattern of it picks up when you spend a little too long talking with locals…

Yes, the wind itself can't do much, but its following reminds you of your faithful companion back home, the one you'll have to eventually return to. And while 'freedom' is given, it's never truly 'free' as the wind follows far and wide until you come back to your love.

Final [unique]

Where final comes in is related more to Venti's 'sleep.' From the context, it seems Venti has less control over when he sleeps and for how long. It's not that he chooses to abandon his land in the time. It's that he cannot fight when he goes into his slumbering state. For hundreds of years, and the times he wakes up are only that when there is something of great importance. This wouldn't be much of a problem before you— Mondstadt was given their freedom, and it was just how it was. He awoke, he came, he helped, and he left; nothing more or less.

However, he had been awake for longer than usual. There was something, even outside of you, that had brewing. Something deeply important kept him awake, even if he didn't know what. And he established a life. A true life this time, with friends in the taverns and everyday 'enemies' with his habits. He found a 'job' and a 'home' within his city as one of the people. And he fell in love. It's one thing to become intrinsically a part of an environment, and even if you don't feel the same way, have that connection knowing any moment it could be lost. To go back into a long-standing sleep with every person, even facet of that life is potentially gone when you are to wake up again. To lose that loved one to time.

Venti has lost so much, each person he's established a bond with passing or having to move on to more incredible things. When he awakes, everything is different; every person is mostly a new face, with few exceptions of those only being a few like him. Is it wrong for love to be so fragile when he knows the change of fate of it being lost is greater than the reward? That if he were to fall asleep, you would easily be able to move on. Find someone new, forget about him, or at least be nothing more than a distant memory. He knows other types of love can be platonic, that the affection you give to the city kids isn't the same, or the way you play with the cats as he watches from a distance. He knows that when he sees the couples in Mondstadt, he's supposed to be happy for them, and imagine if it was you two rather than have the breeze pick up ruining their outing. That he shouldn't be this jealous or bitter; it's unsuiting of his persona, but how else are you supposed to know when love is useless if not with you, the one person he could so quickly lose. When you're not around, this gets worse. Celestia, be damned if he were to fall asleep without at least getting to see you one more time.

This acknowledgment does considerably bring out more of his obsessive nature, almost like paranoia, but in a way that no one can quite place. That he needs to have knowledge of where you are and how long you've been gone, or that he needs to be with you to make up for the time. The obsession leaks into you're time together; since he doesn't need sleep, he'll just lay there watching you. Hands sometimes ghost your face as he pulls you close, worrying about if he can't save you if he were to suddenly fall back asleep tomorrow and never see you again. It's the way sometimes he grips your arm a little too tightly and breathes in too deeply when hugging. That he needs to find a solution to keep you immortal so if he does sleep, you'll still be there when he awakes, or even better, you can sleep with him [and awake] at the same time. You'd never have to be alone, he'd never have to be alone. And sure, it's a stretch, but it's not a loss of freedom because once awake, you can still go anywhere you want together, and even with this idea, you still have full mental awareness and control over your mind.

General Delusional [unique]

Venti isn't delusional. His perceptiveness to things around him and his need to protect himself, plus his lifetime, has made him more or less hyperaware of things and life around him. He hears the prayers of people and the lives of others, and being lucid/logical is simply a must for that of a god. But he hears the prays, he hears the others speak, and he yearns in a sense to be able to have the luxury of being delusional. Of just being able to let everything go and pretend things are good or that you like him back in that way. It sounds nice. Easy. To be able to imagine your life together as some fantasy story, he's the knight who'd come and save you and live happily ever after.

Scratch that. barbatos isn't delusional, but Venti can be. The mask, the person he's playing can be. He isn't just a storywriter; he's a storyteller. An actor, a character of his identity. So no, deep down, he knows the truth; he's extremely aware of that, but why not just play the part. Let him play as if he was lost in those delusions and that whatever it is can be that way. When you're cooking dinner for each other, Venti knows you're just making a meal as always, but why not play it up. That you're coupled and that this is making a meal together as a such— it was a little weird when he came over to help, but you didn't question it. At least he was doing something. But meal times together when he would help progressed weirdly. Putting his arms around you as you try to cut things, holding out utensils for you to try things on. It got very strange the one time when baking, he leaned over and licked a crumb off your face. You didn't bake for a while after that.

Or going out. What once was normal progressed into him inching closer and closer, then hands briefly touching. You didn't think much. It's the bard unless your Diluc. He's been pretty much harmless around the city. You think. So what if he was one to try to hold hands or brush arms that just matched his bubbly personality. Though the linking of arms and leaning into when waking, staring into your eyes with such affection did change things a lot.

It's nothing more than a role, or sort of game to Venti. The delusion is there, but it is more like oil sitting on top of water. He can turn it off at any moment, but where is the fun in that when everything in his life is so serious. With you, it's easier to just pretend. At least he still has all the control and lucidity of the problems when needed.

Projection

This has been touched on already, but to relate it back, Venti isn't so much delusional in the sense he believes it's real but that if he projects the message hard enough through stories, through songs, and to the people of Teyvat that you're together then in some way, that will be true. The projection of his words he knows are false, and he knows in some way, even if it isn't true, that if a story is spread enough, people take it as fact. And if everyone takes it as fact, then it's just easier for you to accept it as well. He really doesn't have to do anything to force you. It's not taking away anything. It's just altering it so that way things work out in his favor. Much like the general sense, it pairs as well. If he tells himself it's true, perhaps he can force that delusion to cloud the lucidity he feels about all of it. It's almost like in a state of being drunk, where you know what's going on to a certain level, but it's foggy. It's rose-tinted enough that if everyone thinks it, he can, too.

This projection is only made worse if he gets involved as Barbatos. It changes things from just the slightly weird couple who, honestly, the people of Mondstadt can't really explain how they ended up that way. They remember bits of it, but it seems like someone through someone, though some random grandma just mentioned you were taken, and everyone ran with it. But if the church were to find the falsified relics and stories, then there just is nothing you can do. Now, it's not only Venti trying to project something there but the whole church following, believing that you are some saint and by having you married? Honestly, you aren't really sure what all this goal is to have you 'connected to Barbatos' even means, but whatever it is… it doesn't sound good. The expectations of you are doubled, and the projection of you being more than human is suffocating. But it's only made worse when Venti comes forward as Barbatos to you, saying you should just play the part. Stay with the church as some saint and with him. You'll still have a life of freedom outside of it, just with some more expectations about how you interact with others. You'd be bound by the marriage of some sort, and he'd find a way to make it eternal. It doesn't sound too bad, right? Freedom isn't truly free, but it never has been. It's an elusive concept, something subjective, but if you still have the right to enjoy your life and the good of being such, then it should be okay. You can still leave the church figuratively and travel, arguing it's on some journey for something. You aren't restricted in how you speak or think, but things like infidelity and how you speak of love need to be more kind. Yet you'd live a life of peace, one of never needing to be allowed and have the blessing of a god in your favor.

If not, think of the projection people will have if you say no. If you try to run away, you lose everything. That would be the true loss of freedom. The loss of your friends, your loved ones. Your home. Venti projects this idea of love and what love should be for you two, not between you and him necessarily, but to everyone else, making it all the more terrifying at the consequences when he finally does. Not if, but when.

Monopoly

This is where things get rough because Venti is possessive in a way that can't be controlled. He feels it settling in his chest when he spends too long talking to the shopkeeper or giggling a little too hard at a friend's joke. He hates it when you work and when you dedicate your time to the kittens outside The Cat's Tail. He whines when you have to leave in the morning and when you turn up to Angel Share just a little too late, begging to know who you are with. It hurts him. He can't explain it in the way it crushes his soul, seeing you give your time to others, your energy, and your care. It pains him so deeply to see you run yourself thin for the world around you, for those who could never understand you like he does.

Venti knows it would be easy to whisk you away. To use his godly powers to keep you safe, to keep your attention and love only on him. How things would be so much better for you, for each other, if you could just monopolize your time for him and you and no one else. The idea weighs on him like a pile of bricks. He knows it's wrong; he knows it goes against everything he stands for. And call him childish, but he can't help how he feels.

It's true he never really acts on it. Clinging onto you and carping over it, sure, the way he tugs slightly on your arm after you keep talking to the passerby you bumped into, an old friend, ready to drag you off to somewhere in Mondstadt, you can be alone. How he holds on just a little too tight when you talk about events at work and the people you chatted with, quickly wanting to move to a more interpersonal topic.

Venti never really monopolizes you or your relationships, but his bratty and more childish act really is brought out more with you around. You still get the socialization and ability to be around whoever, but it always needs to be rightfully compensated with some alone time with the god as well, so pick your battles sparingly and just go with him when his fuse starts to burn out.

Bizarre Seeking [unique]

Tying back to his sleep issue, the case of bizarreness only relies so much on how far he's willing to push to keep you immortal, either through godhood or other means. It's surprising he'd even consider it; his testament for Celestia is apparent in conversations, and the path to godhood is not seen in a much higher light based on conversations. But Venti knows sacrifices need to be made to get what you want, and if that means the pursuit of godhood or immorality to not lose any more of his loved one, then that's a sacrifice to be made.

Because of this, Venti ends up pushing you into countless more and more weird scenarios. You end up visiting a certain alchemist more, not really ever knowing the reasons why, and stranger things of yours seem to be going missing. What is that strange bruise on your arm, and why does this one piece of hair seem slightly shorter than the rest? You also swore that Caramel Pinecone tasted weird last time, but even when you ordered the Love Poem instead, it was still off…

The limits of Venti's morality are very much pushed with the goal of finding a way to extend your life more permanently, and while the actions he takes are questionable, they aren't anything he would do less deemed necessary. Beyond that, once he finds the key to unlock it, his bizarre-seeking tendencies end up dying down or stopping altogether.

Also, while he considers and will try to push for a Celestia ascension if push comes to shove, the ability to actually achieve godhood this way is much more complicated and dangerous. Something he might keep trying for, but this way is much less likely to succeed, and he knows this, which is why other bizarre tendencies take priority.

General protectiveness

Overall, protectiveness is a standard feat. Venti doesn't want you to get hurt and will do nearly anything to prevent it, hence a considerable factor of his stalking outside of walls of the city or towns. Even with others, if he thinks they pose some physical threat, Venti has little fear of stepping between you and 'the threat.' It's not so much a protective coating or an extreme case where he needs to check everything you do, touch, eat, drink, or interact with. Still, there is a natural sense of him wanting to protect you and watch over you to make sure that nothing can gravely hurt you. This mirrors why the wind follows you if you travel and picks up to warn you and redirect you away from dangers, a protective aura of Venti that trails after you. It's not even a doubt that you can't, but the inherent need to make sure you make it back in one piece.

There is, again, only one primary reason Venti will use full force to intervene, and this is if he knows you are purposefully trying to run off somewhere that will put you in danger for any reason. Often downplaying his strength of wind, the storm, if needed, will border Mondstadt making it. Hence, nothing gets in or out until you agree to drop it, tearing nearly everything that comes in contact with the barrier if you don't agree to listen to him first and think of a genuine plan. The wind sees all, and while terraforming isn't much on his bucket list anymore, Barbatos has no fear of proving his worth and power if in the name of love and protection. Even if it hurts you to know whatever your goal is foiled, if it's the one-stop against your freedom, there are some things not worth being risked.

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General [none]

The one trait Venti inherently lacks is sadism. Nothing he does to you or others is derived from the pleasure of hurting or seeing others hurt. And while those such as the abyss creatures for fatui foot soldiers are at the whims of his fighting, it's not done with the goal or satisfaction of a battle but rather a necessity for 'his' people and you.

It's apparent that actions that long-term hurt you or have serious effects, both mental and physical, that fundamentally change you aren't truly a goal. Yeah, the immortality would literally change you, but not with the goal of making you conform or transform into a new mental mindset. At least not right away, as he knows that a long life naturally changes people, but there never is a purpose to rid you of traits. To tie you down and break you until you love him the way he loves you.

Freedom, as touched on, is never truly free. Not of people, not of actions, or even of mindsets. But is it that Venti wants you to be you; be the self you choose to be and the freedom that comes with that, even if aspects of it hurt him. It's why if he has to let you go to Sumeru for a festival he knows wouldn't be possible for him to also attend, he lets you know you'll come back to him without the burden of being changed or conformed to have to come back. It's why, in every case, Venti does whatever is in his power to keep you from being genuinely hurt, even if he can't always fulfill that promise. It's why, despite everything, he can't hurt the people who create the fires of jealousy in his core being.

Venti has an awareness that many of his actions are immoral and that he has dirtied his hands in the past just as much. he knows of the guilt you struggle with, and then he is using his skills to manipulate and play everyone like a fiddle, but in the eyes of a god and one who believes in freedom, it is not in his role to harm anyone in the light of you. It's a turning point he could never come back from if he were to directly hurt you or anyone else with the goal of keeping you with him, and it would be a dishonor to everything he was created from. A stain on the nameless bard he honors so deeply, so while the envelope of what is okay is pushed every day with his other actions, there is never once a hand that is laid on you for the sake of 'love' from Bardatos.

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Statistic diagram; Venti [Barbatos]

[allfearstofallto]

"You Look Very Nice Today,"

Yandere Diluc x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was written before the "Braiding Diluc's Hair" drabble, but was scrapped because thought braiding his hair was a cuter idea. But this was still in the drafts so you can have both.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and nearly popping out of his head. A part of him believed he was hearing things, maybe a ghost or even the creaking walls of the old manor. But sure enough, it was true. You'd spoken those words to him. Despite his lack of words or expression on his face, his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

His face flushed, he looked down at himself. His outfit looked no different than usual. Diluc was wearing the typical waist coat and jacket over it, the same pants that he'd bought multiple of just to not have to think on it, his boots that he was partial to, in his mind nothing was different. Yet you thought he looked nice. A bashful smile was forming on his lips and it took everything in his power now to let such an expression show, not when he knew it would displease you.

“I suppose you've grown rather fond of my attire then?” he joked aloud.

You raised your eyes from the book that had your attention and looked him up and down, humming the entire time, “No.” You said, your harsh, nonchalant words practically piercing his heart.

Realizing that he actually wanted you to tell him what had gotten your attention, you lazily pointed a finger to his head, where his hair was ponytailed. Confusion seeped onto his face as he turned to look in the mirror, he wore his hair the same every single day, yet he did notice a slight difference. This Morning in particular he was feeling quite tired after a long night at the bar and asked a random maid to tie his hair for him. Instead of his usual ponytail that cascaded down his back, she gave him one that sat higher a top his head, a style he hadn’t worn in years, not since he left the knights, and something he failed to notice in his busy schedule.

Apparently the style was popular amongst the ladies and many of them silently wished that he would bring it back. Your little comment solidified that claim, and the words from your mouth meant more to him than any other.

Diluc wore his hair high up a few times more than a week, each time noticing how your gaze would linger on him a bit longer than normal. Verbally, you didn't say another compliment, but the way you actually looked at him for a change was praise enough.

[yandere-wishes]

𝟙:𝟘𝟘 𝕒𝕞 Dottore x reader

Synopsis: Dottore isn't the best at words, especially when it's past midnight and you both have an assignment due first thing in the morning. Yet as the clock tics onwards, he grows a bit bolder. 

Notes: I'm trying a new writing style so please let me know what you think. 

Editor: The wonderful @tealyjade-libran

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There's blood on his hands again. Just like yesterday and the day before that. Limp body drowning in a sea of half-done lab reports, and suicide notes, and love letters. Desperate words scribbled on warn notepads come to life to haunt him. 

The dorm light overhead scorches his eyes. He thinks it's divine punishment on the utmost microscopic level. He feels so sick of playing mortal. So sick of the Akademiya that treats them like feeble rats.

 and still, he calls it home, 

Dottore's gaze lingers on your hunched figure. Matted hair and clouded eyes. Scrawling away at another assignment that's due upon first bell. 

There's an unspeakable fatigue that lays heavily on your bones. Something that neither sleep nor furlough will fix. 

You're tired

So is he. 

1:30  am

There’s blood under his fingernails from clawing away at beakers and graduated cylinders. Desperate to have something to show, when morning comes. Something cohesive enough that his dreaded professors may finally see that his frantic hypotheses hold some bearings. 

your wry eyes stare at him like he's an archon, a primordial deity. Like he's death frozen in a prison overrun with blooming life and wildflowers 

The desk you two share is a mess. Border blurred between medical science and sociology. Where does the human body end and the mind begin? Where does logic decay and love take over? 

What's the purpose of a heart anyway?

To sustain or to guide?

He wonders if you love him.

He doubts it.  

2:15 am 

There's blood slipping from between the cracks in his flesh. 

You cradle his palm in your hand. Wrapping a cloth around the wound. 

He wonders if you could do the same for the lacerations he hides behind sharp comments and blood-red eyes. When you touch him so tenderly he remembers he has a name, a body, a soul. 

He remembers he's not just rogue fragments of past lives haunting a walking husk. He's Zandik, he's Dottore, he's everything you need him to be. 

He tries to kiss you. 

You turn away. 

2:55 am 

there's blood slithering down his lips, his chin, his throat.

You grasp at his heart, molding the darkness in your likeness. To him you are light. Not that he's seen the sun in days. 

"You're beautiful" he mutters, hoping you hear him as you lay on the bathroom floor. 

Ice-cold water sprinkles along his flesh as he tries to wash away the blood, the stress,  the stubborn ache caught between his muscles. 

This is intimacy, right? Not quite love, but a speck more than friendship. 

You laugh at him from behind the blue shower curtain. A haunted, hollow noise. "Beauty doesn't matter much around here" you replied as you hand him his towel. 

You switch places. Cold showers keep the sleep away. Or so you've heard. 

"You're beautiful" you call after him.

Dottore thinks he hears you say something. Or maybe it's all the memorized data finally getting to him.

3:30 am

There's blood on his lips as he kisses you.

He wonders what you see him as.

A lover or a killer.

It's late and there are too many emotions to keep track of. 

So you kiss, the final solution to an otherwise unsolvable query.

Deep and desperate. Teeth clashing and hearts melting as you both hopelessly search for the answer to all your woes.

Dottore leans down to kiss you again, he tastes of dying stars and burning metal.

somewhere a santoor plays a lone tune. Haunting the dormitory halls. 

Dottore watches as you dance. Some botched replica of your eon-long traditions. He thinks it's funny how you're the prettiest girl in Teyvat. He thinks it's funny how he's the most monstrous thing to crawl out of the abyss. 

You kiss again. This time with precise calculations and perfect time. 

'I love you'

you both long to say.

4:00 am 

There’s blood on his tongue, in his mouth, in his lungs. All he can think of is how much he needs you. How much he wants you. 

There are so many pieces of you that he's been preserving inside himself. 

Enjoying the sensation of glass entering skin as he impales himself with your shards.

Your fingers tangle in his hair. Tugging to try and make him feel your pain. 

The Akadimiya is no place for love, you think as Dottore kisses the veins on your arm. Do you want him or do you need him?

There's still a lab report on the effect of neurological suppressants on vision wielders to complete. 

There's still a four-page essay on the effect of broken cultural ties on Sumeru's populace to complete.

4:30 pm 

there's blood on your dormitory floor. Pristine royal red and something more. Yasmin is the first to find it and you wonder if that makes all the difference in the world. You beg her to stay silent and she's too scared to decline. The pool of maroon evidence of some sort of love declared between two exhausted university students. 

You like to think of it as a promise ring. 

You can't deny Dottore of anything. Be it love or anything else, not in the mornings when you're semi-lucid and definitely not at night when you're too muddled to care about anything. 

Dottore is destined for misery, not enlightenment. Knowing this you'll be sure to let him drag you down if he so desires. 

He may as well fall into the abyss and you'll leap in after him. 

You think the two of you confessed last night. Kissed until the breath in your lungs and fire in your loins had been exhausted. You're too exhausted from today's lectures to recall fully. 

Still, you're heart races as he enters the room. Steps in the puddle and trudges towards you. Firm hands on your shoulders as you kiss again to the beat of the afternoon sun. 

This is love you think as your eyelids grow heavier. 

This is love he thinks as he spills his research into your veins. 

[aluraveil]

Yandere Ayato HC's

Possibly one of the worst u could ever hope to get due to his power and influence.

Would forcefully take you as his darling not caring about how you feel.

Afterall, with the right circumstances and environment, you can mold anyone to be what you want them to be. Being the commissioner has taught Ayato that very well.

Being the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, his wealth, power, and influence is immeasurable.

Ayato is very strict when it comes to how you behave. You must have good manners and your face must be smiling at all times. If not, punishments are in order.

You must always look presentable. As his darling, he can't afford people on the streets assuming that he treats you like a dog (he does).

Ayato admires loyalty a lot and he loves dogs because of how loyal they are. You are expected to be loyal to him and not seek out any other man besides him.

You don't see Ayato often because he works a lot during the day. Expect him to slip into your shared bed and hold you closely but very tight.

During the night, you sleep with a cuff around your ankle to prevent any escaping.

There's no escaping because the shuumatsuban will be tailing you.

When Ayato is busy in his office signing and reading over paperwork and whatnot, you'll sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he does so. There's no getting out of it either. But don't worry, it's only a couple times a week.

Ayaka will also meet you of course.

Thomas will also meet you as well and he's sometimes responsible for watching you and helping you get ready for the day.

When Ayato has free time and he's out with Thoma and Ayaka, he's 100% dragging you with them.

Eventually the two of you are married due to societal norms in Inazuma and whatnot. Ayato likes this because it binds you in a legal contract with him meaning that you'll always be his.

You won't be involved in political affairs because he doesn't want you gaining connections and possibly having outside help to escape.

If you're able to, you will eventually have a child who will be the heir to the clan but that won't be until a very long time because Ayato is a selfish man and he wants all of your attention on him.

[iluvzaddies]

yandere!childe alphabet

warnings: unhealthy relationship/behavior, violence, some nsfw

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

childe shows his affection through giving you mora or buying you gifts. he doesn’t care if you drain his wallet dry, as long as you return his feelings. that matters more than mora.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

the man is a psycho, who loves the thrill of battle, so expect a lot of blood shed. though, he finds it quite a hassle to clean up.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

oh, he will certainly mock you whenever you cry for help or attempt to escape. if you are being good, he will provide you with whatever you desire, but freedom isn’t an option.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

he is touchy and intimate. if you show signs of discomfort, he will be understanding, but his patience runs out quick. if you still don’t give in to his advances, he will force himself onto you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

you are his weakness. you are his light in the dark, gloomy world. he can’t live without you, so he vows to protect you at all costs and tones it down with his punishments.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

he is amused with how much fight you have in you. he loves seeing your vulnerable side, but he also loves seeing that feisty side of you too.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he enjoys watching you attempt to escape because it’s completely, utterly pointless. not in a million years will he allow that to happen.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

disobeying him will lead you to being on his bed, underneath him, screaming his name all night and day. sex isn’t just a form of punishment, it’s a daily routine. he loves sex as much as he loves battle.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he is a family man and dreams of a domestic life with you. settling down, getting married, having a house of your own, having multiple children. he will do anything to make that dream a reality.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he has an overinflated ego, so he doesn’t get jealous very easily. he knows other people cannot compete with him. he is the whole package. if he does get jealous, best believe the one who dares to pursue you and thinks they have a chance with you will be six feet under.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he is albeit softer with you than with other people. with other people, he is cold and ruthless.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

first, he builds your trust, so your guard is down. second, you become friends. third, he confesses his love for you. fourth, he reveals his identity. fifth, he uses his title against you, so you have no choice but to accept his confession.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

not really, he still acts like an a-hole, but it depends on your behavior.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

“what a naughty girl you are.”

the man is a freak. what do you think will happen to you? 👀

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

you are forever trapped with him, like a fly caught in a spider’s web. your friends and family will never see you again. ever.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he is pretty patient, but like i said before, his patience runs out quick. that is something to look out for.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

if you die, then what is the point of living anymore? the world will go back to being dark and gloomy again, and he will go back to being lonely again. he might as well just join you.

if you somehow managed to escape, he will track you down the ends of the earth until you are back in his arms again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

if he was past ajax, yes. but childe, no. being in the fatui for so many years has fucked him up, so he barely feels an ounce of guilt.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

he comes from a rich family. whatever he wants, he gets. that’s his motto.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

“aw, why are you crying?”

degradation, manipulation, reverse psychology.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

sometimes he is soft, sometimes he is sadistic.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

he doesn’t get fooled easily, just like how you can’t escape easily. he can see right through you, hun. he isn’t stupid.

Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?

just be good is all i can say.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he will do anything for you. he will spoil you. you will never go wanting again. he will even kill for you. just say the word and he’ll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

not long at all. he can’t wait for so long. he wants you– no, he needs you so badly.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

if you are stubborn, he will break you mentally and emotionally until you finally comply. maybe physically if you continue to be stubborn.

[aishiterudere]

Yandere Xiao College Au Headcanons:

*The Stalker/Worshipping Type

*Xiao is a withdrawn wallflower who met you by chance. After having a shitstorm of a day, you helped him pick some of the things he dropped. Xiao was smitten with you after that.

*It was a passing moment for you, but it was world changing for him.

*With no points in his social interaction skill and too shy to approach you, Xiao has settled with loving you from afar. He follows you throughout the day, and you have no idea he even exists.

*It's a bitter feeling to not be noticed, but it comes with its privileges. Xiao often sneaks into your lectures to be close to you.

*Xiao is not a student at the college but blends in so well that no one questions it

*He snaps photos of you all day so he doesnt feel so loney. The best ones receive the honor of being plastered on his bedroom walls.

*Xiao is aware that others are also captivated by you. His mind goes to a dark place when he see others interacting with you. It especially hurts since others have the luxury of speaking with you and being in your company. What he would give to just- just have the opportunity to have a moment with you.

*Standing behind you in line or sitting behind you, Xiao imagines telling you his day and his interest. Too fearful of rejection, he stays put and indulges in what could be.

*Although he hasn't made any progress with establishing a relationship, he takes pride in the belief that he knows you better than anyone. He knows what your favorite shows are, what time you go to bed, what shampoo you use, and other things of that nature.

*I love you, I love you, I love you. Please- Please just let me be with you. Look my way.

[tinandabin]

Traveller meets the creator

hi guys this doesn't occur in the main story just so u know

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It was a quiet afternoon in Liyue Harbor, after defeating Osial things were going back to normal and everything was calm. Of course, the creator had heard of the sudden calamity upon Liyue, but they had no intention to interfere with the matters of the mortal realm. The Archons are there to take care of their respective nations. So, you left it to them to deal with.

You'd heard a few tales from wandering rumours, of the 'Mighty Traveller' the one who not only defeated your dear Dvalin but one of the Fatui Harbingers and then Osial. That was truly impressive. However, you had no intention of meeting the Traveller.

So, meeting the Traveller right now was a pure coincidence. But the thing is, the traveller doesn't know you are The Creator. I mean, who would know when you are disguised to the brim? No one could know except your dear acolytes.

They had a flying companion named 'Paimon' who was busy gobbling down all the food at the moment.

"So dear Traveller, what are you looking for?" You asked, looking at the female who was obviously an outlander considering the clothing she wore.

"...I'm looking for my brother," She answered, becoming suspicious of you. Why are you asking her this? More importantly, why would you care for a traveller? Everyone always just asked her for help; no one asked her if she needed help.

"Oh, did he perhaps get lost?" You asked yet another question. It was obvious you were just toying with her for your own amusement. I mean, she did just say she was looking for her brother.

"Not particularly, me and my brother got separated by some unknown God.." She doesn't know why, but she just knows she can trust you. It doesn't hurt to tell another stranger of her sad tale, does it now? Who knows, you might even have seen her brother somewhere.

"Oh my, is that why you have been saving nations?" You were a bit shocked, who could've thought that one of your own children would have been the culprits, huh. She was most likely looking for the Archons to find some answers.

Before Lumine could reply, a black cat approached you. "Will you look at that? I have to take my leave now; thank you dear Lumine for sparing your time. We shall meet again." And with that, you went away with the cat dutifully following you.

Lumine's mind was in a daze, why couldn't she stop you? It felt as if what had just happened was a dream. "----ELLER!!" Paimon's voice brought Lumine back from her mind.

You were gone and that was when she noticed, you knew her name. Her real name.

"Paimon, who was that lady?"

"What lady, Traveller? Are you okay..?"

That was her first encounter with you.

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A few weeks passed and Lumine stepped afoot into Liyue again, after doing her daily commissions. She headed to the Adventure's Guild and heard a few passersby talk of The Creator. She had heard of her and hoped to have an audience with her, if even she didn't know of her brother's whereabouts, Lumine didn't know what to do then.

Obviously, getting an audience with the Creator isn't an easy task; it isn't like they are even in the 'Mortal Realm'. People say that the creator lives far away from the grounds of Teyvat.

"Katheryne! We are here," Spoke Paimon, waving at the female.

"Ad Astra Abyssosque! Hello Traveller and Paimon!" She greeted back with enthusiasm, already handing off their rewards for doing the commissions.

"Katheryne, do you know what the hustle and bustle is about in Liyue?" Lumine questioned, everyone looked very happy, nothing bad of course, but it wasn't everyday you saw Liyue like this. It was almost as if they were celebrating some festival.

"Ah yes! The Holy Creator has decided to head into Liyue regarding the passing of Rex Lapis and some trivial matters." She informed the pair Lumine was a bit stunned for a second, it almost felt surreal to her. Maybe luck was with her, considering she is able to get an audience with the Creator so soon. Of course; there was a chance for the Creator to not help her.. But she will try to keep a positive attitude, at the very least, she will be able to see this 'Holy Creator'. She only heard of the Creator through the tales of Teyvat. Everyone praised this Creator, and even the Archons looked love-struck whenever they spoke of the Creator. Even Paimon— 'Teyvat's Best Guide' didn't know much of the creator. 

Paimon gasped loudly and hurriedly asked about the exact timing of the Creator's arrival. "Oh, Traveller! We have to prepare an offering right NOW!! The Creator is gonna be here in a few hours!! Oh, Archons, what will we do??" She started to relentlessly kick her legs and went to different stalls for some inspiration for the offering. 

"Calm down, Paimon. I'm sure we will arrange an offering." Lumine calmly followed Paimon and so the small hunt for the 'Best Offering Of Teyvat' as Paimon phrased it, began. 

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"Alright! Our basket of offerings is ready!" Paimon stuck her nose up in the air proudly. The basket of different items the pair arranged was remarkable; considering the small amount of time they were given. Of course, it wouldn't be possible without Zhongli's help. Sure he may not have Mora, but he did certainly have good tastes and keenly knew of the dislikes and likes of the Creator; he wasn't the Geo Archon for naught now, was he? 

The basket consisted of a few carefully plucked fresh Glaze Lillies. Some Sunettias were placed, all of them looking very sweet. A few more different & exotic fruits were placed. Zhongli insisted for the Traveller to teleport to Mondstadt and get a bottle of Dandelion Wine. Lumine didn't really have a choice in the matter, so she did. The basket itself wasn't anything extraordinary; nor were the items in it much special. However, Lumine did trust Zhongli's judgement, considering he was the Geo Archon. 

"Alright! Thanks for your help, Zhongli!" Paimon waved the man goodbye as Lumine carried the basket. She was starting to have doubts of the creator like this offering. No use in overthinking now, best to head towards Liyue Harbor. 

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In some time, The Creator was to step into Liyue Harbor. Everyone was waiting patiently, all eager to show-off their offerings. 

Meanwhile, the said Creator was busy feeding her koi fish. It was comical, because she was barely even dressed up for the event. Well, it wasn't really an event for you. It's normal for you to drop by in different regions; sometimes as the Creator, sometimes as a mortal. The humans were the ones to exaggerate whenever you dropped by. Really, all you wanted to do in Liyue Harbor was eat grilled tiger fish and go back to your home. 

But of course, you wouldn't dare disappoint your devotees. If they wish for you to play along with their shenanigans, you would gladly do so. So long as no one was harmed. 

"Oh Holiest Of All Creator! When the fuck will you get ready?" The cat, Seraphina, now morphed into a human male, not-so-graciously asked you. "Now, now, there is no need to rush. We still have like 1 hour."

"Oh, are you sure? Because the last time I checked you have exactly 5 minutes 52 seconds," He said, glaring at you while closing his pocket watch. 

"Ah, how will I, the Creator, care for measly affairs like time." You replied, dramatically placing a hand on your forehead for added effects. In your next life, you are gonna be a fucking actor. 

Seraphina sighed and told you to get ready. What does he even mean by that? You are ready. Who cares about clothes and all. Definitely not you. Nope. 

Anyways, by the next second, you were seen frantically rushing back and forth through your wardrobe and getting ready. Typical Creator behaviour, am I right? 

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"The Creator is here! Everybody, kindly step aside!"  

As everyone parted away, you could see a stunning throne situated between an open garden. It was made of gold and had beautiful designs carved into it. Whoever did the work on this throne definitely deserved a raise. You settled onto the throne with Seraphina standing beside you. Everyone looked at you, hoping for you to say something. You looked at the crowd— it was awkward. Yeah, even the Creator feels awkward. Big surprise huh? "Alright, this is awkward. Why is this part of the ceremony always awkward?" You whispered. Maybe you should ask Seraphina to prepare a speech for you beforehand from now on. That would be nice. 

Deep breaths now, and you gotta speak. Why is everyone looking at you? Like, yes, you are the Creator but chill out. It looks like everyone wants to eat you. "Greetings, subjects of Liyue." You started. But what to say now..? You don't know!! You aren't built for situations like these. Someone help. 

Seraphina sweatdropped, sighing at your awkward state. Are you even the Creator? "Apologies, the Creator is feeling awkward.. I shall take it upon myself to do all the talking part then." He spoke up in an authoritative tone and started with all the pleasantries which the Author can't be bothered to write about. The crowd couldn't help but swoon over their Creator, could you be any more adorable? 

As Seraphina did all the talking, you looked through the crowd hoping to spot a familiar face; of Morax, to be specific. Obviously, you knew he wasn't dead. It was all just a play to step down from the role of Archon. Not that you blamed him though, if given the chance, you would most likely fake your death and leave the role of creator. Not now, though. Maybe when Teyvat could live without you. 

Whilst looking through the crowd, you spotted the Traveller. You were surprised at seeing her, and it looked like she even had an offering. And will you look at that? Even Morax— or Zhongli, was beside her. He was looking at you since the start, and when you finally noticed him he couldn't help but feel a bit giddy on the inside. 

Smiling, you waved at Zhongli and The Traveller. The movement didn't go unnoticed by the crowd, but they thought you were simply waving to the Traveller. Why would you even wave at the assistant of a funeral parlour? That would be laughable. 

Within some time, all of the talking part was over and people began to come up one by one to offer something. Most of it was jewellery, clothes, gold and everything not eatable. You wouldn't complain about it though, it would be rude to do so. But personally, you really had no use of most of these mortal things. Well, whatever you suppose. 

Everyone would simply leave the offerings near your feet, none really had the courage to actually speak with you. You were getting sleepy, it was probably time for you to take a nap. 

But all the sleep vanished when Zhongli came up to place his offering— a silk flower. You'd always loved flowers, especially silk flowers and glaze lilies. They were just so pretty, how could you not? The crowd gaped at the audacity of this assistant to just offer a mere flower, but luckily so, their Creator was kind and accepted the offering with a smile on their face. "Why, thank you. I've always loved silk flowers." You twirled the flower in your hand, deliberating whether to eat it or not. 

After Zhongli came the Traveller, who placed her offering beside the others. She wouldn't so blatantly speak to you— in front of such a crowd at that. 

Soon enough all the offerings were placed and the Creator got up, intending to leave because it has been 5 minutes since your nap time started. Cannot miss it!! 

You started walking away, with Seraphina who has already teleported all the offerings to your palace. "Wait, I would like to speak with the Creator." Lumine stepped out from the crowd as Seraphina glanced at her, annoyed. "Right now?" He asked, irritated. But Lumine was persistent and said, "Right now." 

 "How about we arrange an appointment? Come tomorrow at like..4PM. Starsnatch cliff." And with that Seraphina and the Creator vanished. Thank Seraphina because bro, your social battery for today is in the negatives. You wouldn't be able to handle another interaction now... 

Even if Zhongli had been the one to stop you, you would've still vanished because sleeping is your top priority, sorry not sorry.

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TIME: 3:47PM 

LOCATION: STARSNATCH CLIFF

"Wew, we made it! And we still have time to spare." Paimon spoke up, huffing a bit. Hey, floating also takes energy, okay? 

"And the Creator is nowhere..." Lumine muttered, looking around her surroundings. For some reason, the other people yesterday didn't heard what that man— most likely your assistant said, it was perhaps only meant for her to hear. And Paimon. 

Maybe it was to prevent any other people from coming? If news spreads that the Creator is somewhere, prying eyes are always sure to follow. Come now, it isn't everyday you see the Creator. They barely make a presence nowadays, it is only natural to levitate towards your creator, right? 

A plop was heard and the sound of another body falling. "Motherfucker.." The voice groaned. Lumine took out her dull blade, getting into a fighting stance as Paimon looked over Lumine's shoulder to see the person. 

"See? I told you to be careful. But who even listens to me nowadays, huh? I am now just an old lady..none cares for me." You landed gracefully, much to Seraphina's displeasure.

"Well, hello Traveller! Do you remember me?" You waved at her, helping Seraphina up. At first, Lumine didn't recognise you. But the longer she looked at your face and imagined a hood covering it, she knew you were definitely that lady at Liyue Harbor. 

Her eyes widened a bit, wondering if she should be on guard or not. Her dull sword didn't disappear to her inventory, that you noticed. You had no qualms with her having a weapon with her. You weren't cocky or anything being the Creator, but you also didn't doubt your strength when it came to protecting Teyvat. Sure, you may be nearing your retirement age but who cares! 

"I suppose you want answers?" You laughed nervously, awkwardly clapping your hands. Lumine wasn't much of a talker, nor were you. So Paimon has to take the job upon herself!

"Eek!! I mean, yes! We umumum, need answers. Traveller's brother, what do you know about him, errr creator?" It was funny seeing Paimon stumble over her words, haha. She seems so nervous, you could just eat her. Literally. 

"Yes..What do you know of my brother?" Lumine finally spoke up, looking at you. Your eyes were filled with a bitter emotion. 

And so the tale of Khaenri'ah began, being spoken of for the very first time. 

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A knock resounded on your door. "Come in."  A muffled voice replied. 

The 3 Gods, which made up the Heavenly principles were crowded around your bed in which you slept peacefully. It has been decades.. Or even more since you last awoke. The first was a woman, Asmoday, with beautiful long white hair. She had golden— or amber eyes. The 'Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.' 

The second was a man with short black hair, possibly the most closest with the Creator. He never really engaged with the Heavenly Principles, finding them to be simply absurd. He had emerald eyes, and he was also your familiar. He went by the name 'Seraphina' meaning "Purifying Angel". The seraphim are the highest-ranking angels of God and are known for their intense passion and zealous love. The name was given to him by the Creator himself, and he wore it with pride.

The last one was an outlander, the weakest among all. She had a kind heart and would happily give herself up for you. She had short [H/C] and delicate [E/C]. One would say she was a ditto copy of yours. Many had even mistaken her as the creator. She called herself Revelyn.

The informant cowered in these Gods presence. The Creator always radiated a warm, kind and gentle aura. He never felt fear with the Creator. "There is something strange occurring in Teyavt.. A nation without a God ruling it has recently come into existence.." The voice informed, clutching a few papers. 

"Oh? Is that so. Humans and them thinking they can foolishly rule without a God." Asmoday scoffed, glaring at nothing. 

"Well, what does it even have to do with us?" Seraphina said, raising an eyebrow. "The Creator would have let them be; it isn't our place to interfere." 

"Sir.. The nation has been building monstrous machines.. Our team fears they may be a threat to the future of Teyavt." The informant spoke out, his voice wavering a bit. Seriously, why do they have to be so intimidating? Can't they like, take a chill pill for a second?

"A threat to the future of Teyvat... The Creator wouldn't want that, now would she, S-e-r-a-p-h-i-n-a?" Asmoday smirked a bit at him, he was just always full of himself. 

"You shut your mouth. We will not take any action until the Creator is awake." Seraphina declared and left the room, leaving the rest alone.

"I agree with Seraphina.. We shouldn't take any action.. But if it harms Teyvat.. Then I fear I wouldn't be so compliant."  Revelyn spoke in a soft tone. Her hand held yours. 

And so the Archon war started.

Messages were passed onto the Archons, to make sure this new nation will not survive. Do whatever it takes, it doesn't matter if you all die in the war. The Heavenly Principles said. That was when Seraphina officially left the Heavenly Principles and Revelyn went back to her world with a silent promise to see you again in her heart.

"And now..The nation is but a lost tale to time." You finished with a whisper, your eyes recalling the bitter memory. It always soured your mood, to think Asmoday and Revelyn would do this.. Seraphina played no part in it, considering he never agreed to what they said and left when they officially declared war on the nation. 

"Oh, also, your brother is the Prince Of Abyys." 

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Anyways have some incorrect quotes cuz why not?

[Name]: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Revelyn: What?

Seraphina: That you're a child.

Asmoday: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

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[Name]: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Revelyn: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Seraphina: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Asmoday: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

[Name]: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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[Name]: Dammit, Revelyn!

Revelyn: What?! It wasn’t me!

[Name]: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Seraphina!

Seraphina: Not me either.

[Name]: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Asmoday: *whistles*

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[Name]: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Revelyn: You were flirting with Seraphina.

[Name]: So what? They're my partner.

Revelyn: You asked them if they were single.

[Name]:

Revelyn: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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[Name]: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Revelyn: The car takes a screenshot.

Seraphina: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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[Name]: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Revelyn: Just rip the bandage off.

[Name]: It’s Seraphina.

Revelyn: Put the bandage back on.

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Seraphina, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

[Name]: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Seraphina: Do you take constructive criticism?

[Name]: I only take cash or credit.

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Seraphina: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

[Name]: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Seraphina: No! Four to five seconds!

[Name]: Too late!!!

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[kavlion]

Yandere Kaveh (GN!Reader)

CW: Obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior, drinking, crying/begging, stalking

It all would start a simple, innocent crush to him. He sees you, and he immediately becomes smitten. It wasn't in an obsessive way... at first.

You'd grow a friendship pretty quickly. He'd initiate the first conversation and you'd both take it from there.

He felt guilty often venting to you about his stress-- ranging from financial problems, his past, to his stupid roommate-- but you actually listened. No one listened to his problems the way you did. You seemed to actually care.

In turn, he listened to you. At first, it was nothing but sympathy from him, but then he started to love it when you vented your emotions to him, that you relied on him just as much as he relied on you.

That's when the obsession would truly start.

He would tell himself that it was normal for him to feel this way, in fact, it should be normal. You're so amazing, how could anyone not feel this way? He's completely justified!

After a while, he'd become very clingy. He was asking to spend time with you every chance he got, and eventually he’d get to the point of pretending to be going through something awful just to make you feel bad for him. 

Would also get drunk at Lambad’s for the sole purpose of you finding him and bringing him back home. He would be extra flirty and sometimes borderline creepy, but you’d chalk it up to the copious amounts of alcohol he’s had.

When you start to avoid him more, he’d grow very emotional. He’d become more clingy and overbearing, but also very passive aggressive, but never fully aggressive. He just couldn’t find it in his heart to be truly angry at you, or at least to act on that anger.

If you continue avoiding him, he’d show up on your doorstep having a drunken breakdown. He’d confess his love, clinging onto you and crying into your shoulder at how, “I need you, I can’t live without you, why are you doing this to me?! Are you trying to break me!? Do you not care about me at all?!”

This could go one of two ways.

A. You bring him inside and comfort him. He’d have the gall to ask to move in with you, and if you say yes, he’d act like his regular self until he’s financially stable again.

When that would happen, he’d start keeping you captive within your own home. He’d make you stop working, now having the money to support the both of you, even promising to build you both a mansion one of these days! Isn’t that so sweet?

On the other hand... B. you slam the door on his face and for a while, you’d hear nothing from him. When you think that he’s finally left you alone... months, maybe even a year or two later... you’d find yourself kidnapped from your house, waking up in an unfamiliar place.

He spent that time growing financial freedom stalking you, perhaps sending you letters and gifts from a “secret admirer” on your time spent apart, if for longer than half a year. 

When the blindfold would come off, he’d smile.

“Did you miss me, dear?”

[warmerstranger]

RIVALRY SPARKS BEYOND THE PASSING BREEZE

。°˖ ʚɞ ꒦꒷⩩ Ft. Yae Miko, Kamisato Ayato x reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulation, power imbalances, subtle threats, stalking, gaslight, obsession, possessive traits), mayybe ooc

°°``Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

↳ Why, for you to be capable of captivating both of their attention that they clashes against one another, it's most intriguing of the audacious you. It simply won't do to let you in this matter—escape their clutches.

ᗢ✴ It's just within any other meetings facing the wise Yae who lures you in like a stray child with a candy. You're just so irresistible and fun, how could she not wanted to fish more of your reactions through a well-crafted tease she plays out with ease every time? Unaware of her brewing infatuation running amok as a signal towards the incoming storm hidden within, you get your last taste of freedom.

ᗢ✴ Now, your interaction with her wouldn't usually last that long like usual since she has other mischief—ahem, responsibilities to tend to. It should've been that way, but it feels like you're attending to more of her responsibilities each day in a way you don't expect how could they correlate to you or managing them in her place as if they're mandatory tasks that require your assistance. Being a hard-worker you are, she holds your company in a quite high regard. Aren't you her ever-so helpful helper, after all? It should be no wonder she's using treating you as you're intended to be.

ᗢ✴ Whenever she could and wishes, she would spend it with you on strolls and sometimes letting you pick your desired place to hangout together. Ah, the sweet illusion of free choice. Or perhaps it's more about the fact she could have all of yourself end up following her whims, dancing in her palms ♡

ᗢ✴ The Lady Guuji loves when things proceed as she plans. But due to some holes in her minor slip-ups, she enjoys even more the unexpected that comes with it. Your squirming to fight back under the shackle of respect you always have for her, exactly how she wants it to be so that you don't get dull. Entertainment? Oh, you like making it seem to be about you, don't you? You already get enough attention as is from her.

ᗢ✴ What greedy little thing you are for desiring her much kinder consideration of the special treatment she already bestows upon you. If you ask for more pretty sweetly close to begging, you shall receive it—in return, she will have you dedicate more of yourself for her. A fair trade with your position being kept in mind. Just perfect, isn't it? Since she's the one who proposed that, of course, she have more benefits than it goes to you. As you get more entangled with the strings her 'masks' stir, she wonders if you could eventually reach her truest colors, only time—in a hundred years that is—can tell.

ᗢ✴ Imagine her amusement when she learns of this development between you and the Head of Kamisato Clan; the Yashiro rascal. While her ears are bent-down, don't think that she doesn't have many ears following everywhere you go. Is that why you're getting more feisty towards her these days? Scurrying away at every chance you get with reasons you could come up in that silly head of yours, she lets you be—out of her benevolence. To think you're up to something with him... you never cease to be full of surprises.

ᗢ✴ For now, she will settle down to see things unfold between you and him, see if he realizes his own place and still remembers her interference from the past that served as a warning, see if you think you have any choice. Because she still can't get enough of you. You shouldn't let all her affection towards you go to waste since it's soon the time for her to come get your gratitude.

ᗢ✴ After all, you haven't witnessed how deceitful it is; the seemingly clear water with no ripples belies darker waves waiting to swallow you. Sly as a fox? if you're trying to insinuate that he and she are anything alike, you are sorely mistaken.

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𑁍*ೃ It starts with the frequent visits you always do for Ayato, he can feel your clean integrity that he can't help but find himself welcoming you at each free time he has. To him, you're so easy to read around him, things have felt curiously different since having you around. He can see reflections of the clan he swore to protect as a whole in yourself. Simply testing the water at first, you soon dip your toes into it and everything goes swimmingly that you're too late to realize the dangers lurking beneath.

𑁍*ೃ Yes, he definitely won't mind getting used to this that he expects your presence around everyday, it feels rather like basking in the sun. Going past the level of friends with benefits, until... There comes a time for him to send you a couple of lavish gifts and of course you return the favor with your own picks. These gifts trading often say much about the person who sent them ultimately. Such information thus becomes one of the means by which Ayato can get a handle on you.

𑁍*ೃ Whenever he would usually do his favored pastimes; playing chess or calligraphy, he now does either of them with you in every chance he could take. He most especially enjoy watching your facial contortions when you're facing difficulty and trying not to bother asking him for help. But in times you couldn't spend the time together, he doesn't stop thinking about yourself and have his mind wander about when he walks down the streets. You've become the very comfort and a healing pillar to lean on that he seeks through his tight-knit busy schedule.

𑁍*ೃ The Lord Commissioner isn't feeling the slightest bit surprised at the exact moment a realization hit him that he falls for you. Instead, claiming it as natural being drawn to your charms and nurturing the bond you have with him. It can be compared to that of a plant seed he takes care very well until it sprouts and reach the peak of growth. All that's left would be finding a way to preserve it in a place only he could cherish and admire the beauty.

𑁍*ೃ Ayato was thinking of having you be appointed as his personal attendant, at his every beck and call as if a trained dog eager to serve the master. But, rest assured, since there's been a more better alternative he thought of; arranged love marriage. It's simply needs a carefully thought-out plan. He can start from earning your parents/caretakers' favor. After all, who would ever thought to refuse him from becoming their child's future husband? The chances are almost to none, but he welcomes—dares, even—for any challenges or stubborn individuals to come and blocking his way, that would include you unfortunately.

𑁍*ೃ What he didn't expect was when he heard of this particular other party who also seems to be interested and pine after you, he's stunned at most and his surprise only helps intensifying his guard and caution. Was he a second bit late? You must have heard about how she refers to him... "the Yashiro rascal" and other such flattering monikers. But if not for him, she would have no one to help execute her weird and wonderful ideas. Surely, she wouldn't mind for him to have you as a thanks? Ah, though he prefers not to remind her about the debt from the past...

𑁍*ೃ He will have to admit, her cunning is more on another level not the same as his that he's not sure if he can keep up, what with all the responsibilities and a slow yet meticulous progress of his plan. He would resort to more effective methods. He's no stickler for doing things in a certain way. Whatever method he uses, the important thing is that it delivers acceptable results to him. He shouldn't be rash, he knows, but the time is at his disadvantage.

𑁍*ೃ Nonetheless, Ayato will have you the final say, because no matter which choices you take, he makes sure that it would be in his interest... Would you prefer to be a fox's (chew) toy and let your family fall into ruins or just be his loyal and obedient lover whom he would give everything for in exchange? Everything has its felicitous price to pay.