#yester.au — househusband 💍

[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE! GENSHIN AU part one | two | three | four | five

⇢ neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, freminet + baizhu

introducing ! fontaine is the country of romance, and what could be the peak of romance but marriage? you have sworn your eternal love and fealty to your partner and fontainians are anything but dispassionate lovers! if you're scared that your partner will get too passionate, well.... qui vivra verra.

[ happy new year! is yestr actually being productive?! i did not do mika bc... gasp! yestr is lazy?! who wouldve known! ]

warning ! yandere behavior, bIackma1l, múrder, i feel like im getting lost by own aus so i have to say it again: this is modern teyvat!, hints at poison, jealousy, child assássins?!

— ORDAINER OF INEXORABLE JUDGMENT. neuvillette | ヌヴィレット

[ “clearly, your workplace is not complying with multiple clauses of the Code du Travail, i should—” ]

⇢ before meeting you, neuvillette couldn’t have imagined getting married and settling down for a domestic life. he’d always thought that he’d forever be swamped with trials and paperworks until he hit retirement age. he had no ideal life in mind, only work and justice to occupy his thoughts, until you came along and he found himself exchanging vows with you in a fontainian church.

⇢ he wouldn’t call his current life ‘retirement’ per se, but rather a change of occupation. tending to the house while you left for your job appealed to him more than working day in and day out in courthouses. he had taken up baking and cooking, something to treat the visiting melusines with as they dropped by to check on their father and his partner. neuvillette and a party of chatty melusines having tea and homemade cookies is a common sight to return home to. the melusines are pretty friendly with you, having seen how enamored their father figure is with you. their innocent smiles and cute lil bodies are stress relievers, though not more so than your husband’s gentle smile and firm hands massaging the knots from your shoulders.

⇢ he busies himself with various hobbies once all the chores are out of the way. flip through a book and read out loud to the melusines snuggled on top of him, attempt a baking recipe one of the girls begged him to try, or stroll through the neighborhood to clear his mind. he doesn’t even know he’s so so lonely until he hears your car pull up in the driveway and he immediately jumps up from whatever he’s doing and rushes over to greet you. the first thing you see is your husband peering through the window with a cool composure, but you can see straight through that facade. you see his brows knitted together in worry, his fingers nervously adjusting the hems of his robe, and his eyes eagerly drinking your tired body in as you make it up the steps. you can’t help but smile as you bring him down to your level and kiss him, your big, awkward oaf of a husband.

⇢ is very particular about the water in your household. taps are all filtered, the water dispenser is stocked with only the best brands, and he is oh-so-meticulous when it comes to drawing your baths! he makes sure that the water is at the right temperature, filters out any impurities no matter how minuscule of an atom by his hand, and uses salts and bath bombs according to what he assumes will be your liking for the day. the both of you prioritized the bathroom when building your house, so the bathtub and the surrounding atmosphere is juuust right for a little cuddle time in the bath.

⇢ dragon-born that he is, you have to forgive neuvillette’s tendencies of being a tad too possessive. well, ‘tad’ is a bit underselling it, but you have to understand. the whiskey scent stuck to your wrinkled laundry, the nauseating aroma of another one’s perfume… something dark and guttural creeps from within his depths that he forces himself to repress. you know he’s not one for perfumes, but if you did wear one it would be one that he liked— crisp, fresh, aquatic. not this scent-numbing sweetness that cloys his senses. he’d like to burn the top and its offensive scent away but… he remembers how damn good you look in this v-neck and decides that it’s nothing a lil spin the wash can’t fix.

⇢ luckily, your husband is still on the saner side, so you’re one of the lucky few who might never come across your husband’s violent tendencies. but they still come out, just a bit more… subtly. he massages your stiff shoulders late at night as he puts on a record on the gramophone for you, listening to you rant about your terrible boss. there are a few details that make him pause, and for a second there you thought he was going to pop your arms from their sockets. but he composes himself so quickly that you think you just imagined it. he inquires a bit more, rubbing your back with a generous helping of lavender oil, and you tell it all to him because… why wouldn’t you? this is your sweet, worried husband who is oh-so-wise and amazing!

⇢ the very next day, not your boss but your upper management gets a visit from the maison gardiennage. they’re all in upheaval now that they’ve got the police on them, but neuvillette is sitting at home contently, sipping tea with you in the garden after your office has suddenly called off work for the day. he’s taking glances from his oh-so-interesting novel to watch your face as you reach for another cookie the girls baked, rambling about how miraculous it for your company to generously allow all of you a day-off. he just chuckles and goes back to his book, gratefully accepting a cookie a melusine’s reaches towards his mouth.

“oh, it hardly feels real!” you gush over a cup of rose tea, lounging in the shade of your backyard’s trees while you, neuvillette, and the melusines enjoy a perfect sunny afternoon. “they called the whole day off, it falls on a friday, i get to have a long weekend, and i get to spend it all with you and the girls!” you sigh dreamily. “pinch me neuvi, it feels like a dream!” your husband, picture-perfect in his chair with a book and melusine in his arms, chuckles at your dramatics. “dear, if one measly day off makes you act this way, maybe it’s time for you to find another job. or…” feeling huffy by the mere implication, you abruptly stand up and slam your hands on the table.  “no, no, neuvi! i love you, but i can’t possibly have you working again! you deserve it after all these years of hard work! i want you to just sit back and relax and have your awesome partner shower you in money, okay?” he takes your face  in his hand, his thumb running along your dark undereyes. you watch as his face, normally so composed yet awkward, contort into a mixture of worry and regret, before finally dissolving into acceptance. “well. that i would allow. so long as you return to by my side at the end of the night.” you giggle and press a kiss into his palm before plopping back down. “so romantic!” you tease. “of course, neuvi! where else would i come back to anyway?” you don’t know it, but the dragon inside him preens at your unknowing admission of ownership as he settles back into his chair and continues his novel with a silent smile on his face.

[ “well girls, that is how marriage ought to be when you are bound to a dragon. ownership of your spouse and in turn, protect your treasure at all times.” ]

— EMISSARY OF SOLITARY INIQUITY. wriothesley | リオセスリ

[ “keep my shirt on, you say? well sure, but you’re the one enjoying the show.” ]

⇢ your darn stud of a husband…! with his cool blue eyes, his large scarred biceps, that cocky smirk when he catches you staring and just… everything about him, he makes you feel like you’re back to the younger you who could only stare yearningly at him from afar. he’s always teasing you, making sure to unbutton the first three buttons just to show off his cleavage… he gets a kick out of seeing you blushing and squeaking when he gets too close wearing nothing but an apron.

⇢ when the two of you moved into the neighborhood, he scared off the neighbors with his cold features and muscled, scarred body, but that’s not quite the case anymore. they quickly got to know him as pretty easygoing and reliable; the community relies on him for a lot of heavy lifting for their projects, and he frequently invites the aunties for tea parties in your backyard. you often come home to the aunties filing out your gate in giggles, slapping you on the shoulder for a job well done securing such a ‘hunk of a man’. you raise your eyebrows at wriothesley, who leans against the door frame with a smug smirk before beckoning you for dinner.

⇢ he’s a little bit hesitant whenever the topic of having kids comes up. he knows he is not his foster parents… and yet the thought of setting these scarred hands on an innocent little life. these hands have ended people— cruel, abusive, and cold-hearted, but people nonetheless. he’s afraid that he might continue the cycle of abuse that he’s been haunted by for so long. wriothesley knows deep down that will never happen; you were there to ground him and keep his wits about him, but his fears still surface whenever the conversation happens. these children would be yours too, and he wants nothing but the best for you and this family.

⇢ when you talk to him about a co-worker hitting on you at work, he isn’t so insecure as to immediately get jealous and possessive. he’s a smug bastard; he knows he’s hot. he’s got aunties telling him, men and women alike eyeing him in the gym, and he’s got you blushing every day like you aren’t married. so he only laughs with you at their meaningless attempts. things get… a bit different when you’re in actual danger. throughout your relationship, wriothesley’s always been the overprotective type. sometimes you think he’s going too far, with the way you’ve seen him throwing hands and crushing skulls at sleazy men trying to grope you in bars. but you haven’t seen anything yet.

⇢ you don’t know. you don’t know his past, don’t know his deeds, don’t know his sins. he’s only ever presented himself as a suave, teasing gentleman. he was as normal as a prison warden could get and he played this role until you said yes to his proposal. you don’t know about life before he was in power. when he was the one behind those bars. you’ve never questioned why he didn’t let you into his workspace or why he was so eager to get away from that life as soon as you two signed the marriage papers.

⇢ and so it sends a shiver down your spine when you see wriothesley so… lifeless. you thought it was a nice surprise, seeing your husband wait for you outside your work, but with the way he’s staring down your co-worker you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually there for you. you try pushing him to make him budge, but his muscled body doesn’t move an inch as the slimy rat scampers away from his glare. you call out his name, worriedly, and he blinks a few times before he’s back to his normal, friendly self. you spend the rest of the week in unease, those strangers’ eyes haunting you at the back of your mind.

“look at you,” wriothesley hums, dropping the nearly unconscious person from his grasp. they fall to the alley’s cement ground, heaving and spluttering blood as they try to regain their senses. splotches of black block their vision, the buzz of nightlife so far away and muffled in his ringing ears, and when he tries to prop himself up, the ex-warden’s glare makes them freeze in terror. “i don’t make a habit of hurting people, believe me, but it’s hard to stay calm when i hear some rat is harassing my partner when i’m not there.” he presses a heel into their ruptured throat, indifferent to the ensued coughing and choking. “do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this? to teach you a lesson?” “i don’t— wheeze— don’t know what’re ya talkin’ about—!” at this, wriothesley scowls and he releases them from his heel’s pressure before delivering a swift kick to their shin. they’re sent flying towards a dumpster, their back hitting the metal and sending them back to the concrete. wriothesley approaches them, towering over their bloody figure. they’re ways off from the red district and even if they could scream, their throat is too damaged to even think about it. they can only stare in growing fear as they pray that this… monster before him would spare him. “pleading guilty, huh? too bad.” their eyes roll to the back of their head as his fingers wrap around their throat, crushing their pipe with the eased movements of a murderer. “i’m not some justice system. i’m just here to kill you. plain and simple” he grins at the dying man still weakly struggling to push away his arm. “you understand, right? all’s fair in love and war… or somethin’ like that.”

[ “they said something about me? pay no mind. people like to gossip about handsome people like me.” ]

— SPECTACLE OF PHANTASMAGORIA. lyney | リネ

[ “one moment there is nothing in my palm and the next… tada! roses from the garden! welcome home~” ]

⇢ lyney’s always been the coy, teasing type. he likes to suddenly pull your faces together, breath on your lips as he leans in for a kiss, before his finger slips in a failed cooking and he bounces away laughing as you splutter and gag. he likes to wake up in the morning, innocent stretching as if he doesn’t notice the way his shorts ride up his thighs and your shirt on him hiking up to show his lean physique. he puts on a show— hiding his face as he teases you for being a pervert for enjoying his oh-so-vulnerable body. you blush and finish straightening out your necktie, leaving lyney to laugh as you bolt out the door for work.

⇢ even before you were married, the two of you already enjoy all the stresses and joys that come with being parents. lyney, after all, is the successor of the same orphanage he grew up in. the children there call him ‘father’ and when he introduced you to them, you found yourself taking up the same parent role as your partner. lyney is overjoyed to see you take to the children so well, fondly dropping by the orphanage next door and taking time out of your busy schedule to play with them. when you’re finall off the clock, you see lyney in an apron waving you from the porch surrounded by children leaning over to greet you two. you always have to tighten your grip on the steering wheel whenever you see the sight. it’s like… it’s like… gah, you can’t explain it, but something about this domestic bliss lights up a fire in your loins.

⇢ has a habit of rewarding you after a long day’s work. once he makes sure that all the orphans are settled in for the night, the two of you move to your abode next door so he can soothe the stress from your body. poor thing, he murmurs, finger tickling the shell of your ear as he sets down your plate in front of you. his pretty partner, being bullied by their big, mean boss and their pushy co-workers. lucky for you, you’ve got such an adoring husband ready to take care of you for the rest of the night, huh?

⇢ family. family. he’s had lynette, but to have parents by his side to coddle and cherish him? he’s never grown to know such a feeling. so when he sees you playing with the kids, begrudging in indulging their outlandish requests yet smiling with such fondness… something inside him burns so passionately he thinks it might consume him. by blood, these kids were not his but this must be it. to have a whole and complete family. and to have this family with you, the love of his life! were it not for the tight feeling in his chest, he would’ve thought that this would be a fantastical dream.

⇢ the house of the hearth is just a government recruitment agency under the guise of a loving orphanage, and everyone but you is privy to that information. you don’t recognize your own children following you in the streets or peering into your office windows. the cctvs don’t catch them rustling through your boss’ drawers for black market transactions. why would you, when you come home to them smiling and hugging your legs, begging you for a bedtime story? when you retire for the night, they report to their boss— their Father— and it’s just another day of keeping their family whole and happy.

⇢ you are, after all, are lyney’s weakness. you remain blissfully aware of the many people after your head, hoping to cut deep into snezhnayan government by gaining the upper hand with lyney. so you don’t know how much blood has been shed in your name by the same innocent kids you’ve grown to care for as your own… or the fact that it has been all commanded by your loving and faithful husband, who kisses you on the lips so sweetly every night that you would never know they’ve been long tainted by poison.

“father,” one of his children kneel on the ground, cloaked in black as they ready to deliver their report for the day. “nothing unusual has happened today in the office.” “that’s good news then!” ‘Father’ claps happily as he lounges lazily on his mahogany office desk. despite the smile in his voice and his cheery demeanor, his child doesn’t have to look up to see the cold-hearted eyes of an experienced agency and killer. “nice to know that the new boss has been behaving himself. it took so many of them before they realized what was actually going on!” “yes, father, this new one has been behaving himself but…” his child pauses, cautious to speak what they were about to say. “have you not considered asking mama to move jobs?” lyney sighs and puts a hand on his cheek. “oh dear, believe me i have. in fact, i even said that they didn’t need this job! but, well, you know how stubborn your mama can be. they wouldn’t even hear of it! i hope you and the other children can persuade them but… before that time comes, let’s just support your mama in whatever they want.” the child nods in understanding. they are, after all, the shining example of all their children. they remind him of himself back when he was still under the previous father’s care. “i will try, father. mama has promised to bring cake and have tea time with us when they get off their job so… maybe.” “hehe, your mama really loves you all so. have fun then, dear~”

[ “what do you mean the children have been acting strangely? maybe you’re tired from all that work you’re doing…” ]

— YEARNING FOR UNSEEN DEPTHS. freminet | フレミネ

[ “even though i am the way that i am… i hope i can always make you happy, like you make me.” ]

⇢ your sweet, sweet husband! he’s always hiding those shy blue eyes behind his pale blonde hair, head hunched over some mechanical device or seeking respite in his diving helmet. even after all these years together and eventually getting married, he’s still so shy when it comes to initiating physical contact. someone in this relationship has to, and so it seems to fall on your shoulders to get the hugs and kisses the two of you deserve. it’s not like you’re complaining, not when you can hear that precious squeak when you wrap your arms around his delicate waist and press a giggle-kiss onto his neck while he’s cooking up breakfast.

⇢ he’s a bit insecure about his role in your marriage. it has nothing to do with being a housewife, really! it’s just that… once you’re gone, he’s just so totally lost. at least when you’re there with him he can feel human again instead of some clockwork puppet rusting at home. you would guide him and tell him on what to do instead of him alone fretting and fussing over what he should do and if he would even get it right. you would never hurt him, and yet you get a bit concerned whenever you arrive home and freminet is there waiting for you with his hands nervously wrung together. you have to assure him that you would never get mad at such a sweet and dutiful housewife! only a monster would! and freminet knows that you’re anything but a monster.

⇢ you wouldn’t be able to tell by his face, but whenever you show him off to your co-workers and friends, he’s so over the moon that it’s a wonder he can contain himself. hearing you call him by such sicky-sweet names like ‘honey, dearie, baby, lovely’ while bragging about him has him hiding his face, but it’s only because he feels like the smile on his face looks so stupid! the others gag while you drone on and on about how pretty and amazing your partner is and freminet can only look down on his lap and clenched fists as he squirms in his seat. knowing that you adore him as much as he adores you… it makes his heart beat a mile per minute, something he thought would never happen before he met you.

⇢ he’s deathly scared of losing you. without you, he fears that he’ll revert back to his old self— that soulless, emotionless human more akin to a robot than a person. all his life he thought he would be better off unfeeling and wishing to be born with gears than a heart, but you came by and showed him how colorful life could be with the right person. he doesn’t want to lose you, but he’s so incompetent, so clumsy, so socially inept… how could he ever compare to the wonderful brilliant you?

⇢ he hopes you don’t hate him when he gets rid of these better, more amazing people. they’re usually your co-workers, sometimes strangers who’ve caught your eye, rarely ever your friends (he doesn’t want to make you unhappy). killing is rare for him and something he doesn’t do on a whim, but he fears that once you surround yourself with so many brilliant people you’ll see him for the failure that he is. so, even if it is only a temporary solution, he dons the diving mask and takes them out at the perfect timing. he was raised to be the perfect assassin, so in theory, he doesn’t have to worry about getting caught—

⇢ — except that you know him better than he knows himself. you have a talent for seeing through him that he gets scared that you’ll immediately sus out what he’s done the moment he walks through the door. on these days, he gets clingy and more affectionate, trying to make up for what he’s done. it’s a pleasant surprise to see your taciturn husband fling himself at you and nuzzle his head in your chest without further explanation. usually, people would demand an explanation for the sudden change of behavior… but why would you? you’re not going to complain if freminet decides to shower you with love out of nowhere! freminet in turn is just glad that you’re the way you are. you’ve invested so much love and resources into him… he doesn’t want to waste all of that and throw it all away.

“you’re so cute!” you giggle as you spin freminet around, still cuddled into your chest and pale arms around your torso. “what’s with the sudden love bomb? gosh, how were you born so cute! it doesn’t make sense!” you pepper kisses onto his face as you press him against the sofa, delighting in the way he tries to cover the blush on his freckled cheeks at your over-affectionate behavior. “n-nothing, really…” he mumbles, peeking at you through his fingers as you continue to shower him with pecks. you’ve loosened your tie and your white button-down has been wrinkled thoroughly by this sudden love fest. “i just… i love you, [your name]. i love you a lot.” you hum happily at his confession. this was nothing that you didn’t know, but it was still delightful to hear. you hear him suck in a breath, hesitating, before finally letting it out, “do– do you love me too…?” you cease your incessant kissing just to raise a brow at him, an incredulous look on your face. he reddens even further. he knows it’s a stupid question. how could anyone with two eyes ever question your love for your blonde husband? but still… he wants to hear it. even if he’s heard it from you this morning, and the day before, and every day before that… he wants to hear it now. “i love you, silly.” you boop him on the nose, flopping yourself beside him on the couch. he turns to look at you, his ice-blue eyes peering up at you through long lashes. “always have, always will.” you thread your fingers together. his hands, unlike the rest of him, are calloused and rough. hardened by those years of diving, perhaps? or something else? nevertheless, you press his hand to your lips and look at him. “i’ll say it as many times as you want.” you watch as those eyes, usually so taciturn and shy, tear up at your confession. you were so loving, so wonderful… he could hardly believe that you were his. “thank you… thank you, [your name], i just…”  he lets out a choked laugh, a rare smile breaking out on those delicate features. “i don’t know… i just feel stupid today.” you hum in understanding, pressing another kiss to each of his fingers while he watches you. “rough day?” you ask, and he simply nods, not wanting to elaborate further. it’s okay. more than okay. you could guess by the metallic tang blooming on your lips on how exactly his day went.

[ “please… please don’t hate me… you don’t deserve this but i… but i don’t want them to realize what kind of person i am!” ]

— BEYOND MORTALITY. baizhu | 白术

[ “look at those dark circles… don’t prioritize your career over your health, okay? do it for me?” ]

⇢ baizhu is always fussing over your health despite being the sickly one, but you suppose that’s in line with him being a doctor. your pretty husband has relocated his clinic to your new home together and continues to enjoy a steady stream of his loyal customers. you worry about baizhu overworking himself while you’re at work, but him being at home puts you at ease. at least changsheng will be able to quickly guide him to bed whenever his chronic illness flares up and he has little qiqi with him… actually, you think you’re more worried about qiqi.

⇢ being married to baizhu comes with the benefit of welcoming qiqi and changsheng into your family. he treats qiqi like his own child despite being an amnesiac girl that he picked off his streets that you’ve grown to also care for her like she was your own daughter. baizhu tells you that you needn’t spoil her so much; she’ll probably forget to put on the new dress you bought for her, but he can’t tell you what to do! baizhu enjoys seeing you fawn over the child, watching in amusement as you desperately try to make her remember your name. it’s been a tough journey, but you are over the moon once she calls you mama/papa. that does make baizhu a tad jealous, something that changsheng teases him about. after all, he’s been with qiqi longer!

⇢ the two of you enjoy your quiet moments together. when night has fallen and qiqi has retired to her room, the two of you sit in the living room as you prepare for another day’s work. only his rustling of prescription papers and your hurried tapping on the keyboard can be heard; not a single conversation passes between you two. even changsheng has drifted off to sleep in the midst of this silence. finishing the last email for the day, you stretch and look to see how baizhu is doing. as always, he’s always so pretty focused on the task before him. his hair is still braided in its usual fashion, and you settle behind him and slowly detangle his locks. he doesn’t glance at you, but he hums in appreciation. his hair, oiled and trimmed at changsheng’s insistence, is soft and glossy as you brush it while you wait for him to finish up.

⇢ although he’s lauded by his patients as kind and selfless, those who don’t know him would think that he has an odd air about him. maybe it’s because his eyes contain a hidden cunning that the people you introduce him to becomes rather wary of him. or is it the way that he talks all politely but with a subtle bite to them? you don’t know why he becomes rather passive-aggressive when you invite someone over to your home, but you’re so enthralled by this change of behavior that you forget to scold him for it. your friends complain about the way baizhu looks at them from head to toe like he’s assessing them. you have to explain that it’s actually a doctor’s habit, some sort of medical procedure… or so baizhu explained once.

⇢ physical ailments are his expertise, mental illnesses he can refer his patients to another doctor, but stupdity is a disease that unfortunately cannot be cured. before he married you, he abhorred the disgusting feelings that stirred inside him whenever he sees you smile at another person. but now that he has married you and you have proclaimed yourself as his, he’s thrown away all self-disgust now that his jealousy has been justified. it’s human nature to feel possessive over someone that is his by right. for your sake, he tries to be as civil as possible… though it becomes impossible whenever he hears them complain about him to you whenever they think he’s out of earshot.

⇢ if they refuse to give the two of you some space, then baizhu surmises that he will have to do it himself. herbal concoctions are his thing, after all. who said it needed to be medicine? changsheng hisses in amusement as he mashes herbs together out in the lawn while you’re snoring away in bed. her eyes flicker to baizhu, face shadowed by the dark of night. before you, he’s always been so civil and logical. aside from his frail constitution, changsheng thinks that his marriage to you might have given her partner another malady.

“hey, baizhu, something’s up with guanxi,” is the first thing you sat when you come back from work. changsheng watches as the doctor’s eye twitches before he forces his lips to smile warmly to greet you. you peck your husband on the cheek. “he’s been coughing and hacking blood since yesterday.” “oh my,” he says in a tone that’s supposed to sound concerned. “that is concerning. go contact him to see when he’s available and i’ll squeeze him into my schedule tomorrow.” you start tp dial his number on your phone, before you stop and after a few seconds of thinking, shake your head. “nah… that wouldn’t work. he gets very awkward around you. says you give him the creeps. i don’t get it! you’re like, the most perfect being to exist.” baizhu giggles when you cup his head into your palms as you admire the beauty that is your husband. you slyly smile and whisper. “don’t tell him, but just for that, i gave him twice more work than he had to do.” and people think he’s sly. they should see you! baizhu laughs at your show of devotion and presses a kiss into one of your palms. “now, now. you can’t make all your friends like me the way you adore me so. but, well… call it coincidence, but i did make your favorite today.” you gasp in delight. “is this my gift for avenging my darling wife?!” he rolls his eyes at your dramatic antics and pinch your cheeks fondly. “mmm, call it a… hm, a celebration feast.”

[ “oh my, and i just had the prescription for that as well. people should trust their local doctors more.” ]

[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE! GENSHIN AU part one | two | three | four

⇢ alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

introducing ! at the altar decorated by the blooming lotus flowers, your wrist is bound to your husband with a red string and a promise of togetherness. while the people dance and sing in celebration of the newlywed, his eyes are on you and you only— possessive through and through, even in parabandhana.

[ surpriseeeeeeee yea you did not expect this did you yeah neither did I. i just sat on my computer and decided to be productive. also did not include baizhu and mika for now cuz I got lazy. ]

warning ! yandere behavior, drúgging, manipulation, mentions of locking you away and múrder

— ADMONISHING INSTRUCTION. alhaitham | الهيثم

[ “sure, sure, i’ll clean up after you go. hm? i’m not being lazy at all, just enjoying my peace and quiet.”] 

⇢ my boy is living the dream life. no nosy seniors, demanding bosses, and curious co-workers. just him and his hardworking partner and the freedom to do his research at his own time. when you’re around, he tends to slack off (though he denies it) but he does his part of the chores anyway, so you don’t really have any complaints. he’d already been living the cushy life before, but now this lifestyle is more than comfortable.

⇢ he helps you out with your work when he sees you struggling, and he lets you use him as a soundboard to work out solutions. sometimes even lets you complain. keyword: sometimes. most of the time he’ll distract you with a movie or just bring you to the bed so the two of you can read a book together. unfortunately, his tolerance towards whining is very low (reminds him too much of a certain blonde), but he still loves you enough that he’s willing to let your stress out through other means.

⇢ marriage seems to have made him a bit of a romantic, though he’ll tell you that he’s stayed the same as he was when he was still your boyfriend. whenever you’re squinting at your computer screen in frustration, you’ll be caught offguard when he presses a tender kiss to your temple and sets down a mug of coffee next to you. or while you’re talking about something or another as you eat, he’ll clasp your hands in his and press a chaste kiss to each knuckle. these gestures has you blushing and stammering all the time, reverting you back to the naive student you were when you met him. this makes him a bit smug, so you often hit him in embarrassment.

⇢ he would never look down at you. marrying you means he has acknowledged you his equal, and to be fair he doesn’t really have a habit of looking down on others. however, when he sees some pesky flies fly a bit too close, he often gets too full of himself. someone trying to smooth talk you at the cafe? haitham’s not one for pda, but he’ll wrap a sturdy bicep around your waist and watch as the poor thing trembles from his gaze. 

⇢ haitham doesn’t always tell you this, but he admires you for a lot of things. but sometimes you get a bit too… irrational, and he knows that he has to be the one to bring you down sometimes. you’re not a kid, so you should know better. besides, haitham’s always been the more rational between the two of you. sometimes bordering on…heartless, but you never tell him that. you don’t have the heart to.

⇢ he’s often the decision-maker, most of the time not even asking you what you want. he says it’s not about want, he has to take the rational decision for the both of you. you’ve always been a little… dull. it’s an endearing trait, but it’s something that has to go away as you both age. he sees the hurt flash in your eyes when he tells you this, and he thinks he can make up for it with a gentle kiss between your pretty eyes. he loves you like his equal, really, but sometimes (most of the time) you need a good talking down to.

“so you’ll continue to let your brother exploit you, despite everything he’s done to you in the past?” haitham shuts his book and stares at you with a seemingly bored gaze. “you know you don’t need to give them that solicitation, right? he’s not worth it.”

“it– it’s not about him, haitham, believe me!” you plead with him. “i’m, i’m doing this for his wife, okay? she doesn’t deserve to deliver a baby in his dingy apartment with no professionals around. it’s not fair! just because my brother was a díck doesn’t mean she deserves the cold shoulder too! have some compassion for once!” he rolls his eyes and gets up, towering above some good inches. his eyes look down at you, but his hand rests heavy on your shoulder as if trying to calm you down. “it’s not about compassion, dear. it’s about being rational. once your brother sees you softening, he’ll start asking for more and more and more and well, we know what kind of person you are.” you open your mouth to retort, but he shakes his head. “you’re too soft, [y. name]. chasing around the affection of others… you don’t have to do that anymore.”

[ “this is for the both of us. i’m sure you can’t tell now, but sooner or later, you’ll thank me.” ]

— EMPYREAN REFLECTION. kaveh | کاوه

[ “you’re the — hic!— the best thing’s that ever happened to me! of– of course i’m crying! i’m not heartless!” ] 

⇢ for kaveh, your marriage was both a blessing and a cause of distress to him. a blessing, of course, because what sane man would not want to get married to you! his darling, light of his life, the one who tolerates his flaws more than any other person on teyvat! but at the same time, he can’t just let you shoulder his burdens! he can’t give you the luxury you deserve to have, you don’t deserve to be saddled with his debt, it’s– it’s just not fair!

⇢ with kaveh’s sense of aesthetics and talent for architecture, you two will have the prettiest home around! it is a must for this architect to gift you with the prettiest home you’ve ever laid eyes on. sure, he can’t give you the grandiose mansion that you deserve even with both of your savings joined, but a master architect will make the most of what he has. this is the place where he’ll make memories with you, where you’ll grow a family and your chi… children (?!??!!!!) will live. it has to be as beautiful as you.

⇢ complains like you’d never believe. he’s always been chatty, but he gets even chattier after a disagreement with a client or a run-in with a certain someone or when he hears whispers of your horrendous workplace. to anyone else, his overdramatic flair might be a bit too much to handle, but you can’t help but listen with amusement as your husband drones on and on and on and embellishing his rants with over-the-top remarks. nevertheless, in the case that you do get weary, just press a kiss on his lips— it will surely leave him an incoherent mess in no time.

⇢ a bit too eager for your praise. it’s not like people don’t praise him all the time, but it’s only your approval that he cares for. when he makes a meal that he’s proud of, he’s squirming nervously in the seat across you as he watches you take bite after bite. when he finished his part of the chores, he tends to be a bit clingy with you as he tries to fish for compliments. it’s your choice to cave in so easily or play around with him, but when you do utter a compliment, know that you’ll be left with a gooey pile of mush cuddling into you.

⇢ on the other hand, kaveh absolutely cannot handle fights with you. fighting is a normal thing between couples, but he gets so absolutely wrecked it’s unreal. your look of disappointment, the glare you gave him, the fed-up sigh when you push him away and say that you need some time away from him… they all drive him insane. he curses himself, wondering why’d he have to go and open his stupid mouth and fuck everything up. you’re not wrong, never wrong, and it should be him to take the blame. the longer the fight, the more his wellness and self-confidence cracks. it’s a common sight to see him groveling on the ground, for your forgiveness, begging for you to notice him again. the sight is so pathetic that you can’t bear to look away.

⇢ the most insecure husband to ever exist and grows even worse with every fight you two might have had in the past. anyone who approaches you has him tensing up and tightening his grip on you, but a raised brow from you has him reluctantly loosening his grip and shamefully looking away. he’s plagued with thoughts of you leaving (because why would you stay with a wreck like him?) and overthinks every friendly gesture you give towards anyone who isn’t him (is that how you smile with someone who isn’t a complete fool?). he’s a pushover and craves your love and attention the most. if you love being an asshole and having someone completely around your finger, there’s no perfect husband to get more than kaveh.

“kaveh…” you start hesitantly, brows furrowed as you put a hand on his shoulder. “kaveh… there’s really no need for you to do all this.” but despite your gentle words, it only makes kaveh flinch and bury his weeping face even more into your chest. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he keeps whispering with a voice ragged from the amount of apologies he’s repeated. “i won’t do it again. whatever i’ve done please just forgive me. i can’t, i can’t stand it!” he looks up at you and that pretty face of his is ruined with tears. “please come back to me. you don’t have to sleep at that inn anymore. i can’t handle you not being with me anymore.” your grip on his shoulder tightens, and your expression seems to twist between a grimace and guilt. the only reason you stayed at an inn was because you were a coward, and you couldn’t handle watching kaveh break down as he beats himself up for a mistake that you caused. this fight was your fault to begin with, but the only one ruined was the innocent one. “i… i forgive you, dear,” you hushedly whisper, with the audacity of a man who did nothing but take advantage. “i forgive you. no matter what you’ve done.” and when he brightens up and smiles so prettily, your heart squeezes in your chest as he pulls you into a kiss sweeter than you deserve.

[ “wh… what are you apologizing for…? there’s no need to look at me like that…! you can blame me all you like!” ]

— VERDANT STRIDER. tighnari | الطغنري

[ “once again, i told you not to eat your boss’ baking! no, i don’t care if they looked nice! they. are. poisonous!” ]

⇢ he’s more at ease now that he doesn’t have to tolerate idiots who think eating poisonous mushrooms recklessly count as experiments or co-workers who tell him stupid jokes all the time. it’s a less stressful environment now… at least, that’s what he thinks. so why do you keep coming home barely alive?! you’ll find tighnari fussing over you and nagging at your office’s poor working environment.

⇢you’ll have the prettiest garden in the whole neighborhood, if not the whole world! the research data he can acquire from the plants in his backyard is limited, so it’s mostly a hobby of his. of course, he doesn’t just grow whatever there! there’s tons of medicinal herbs growing there and there’s a shed you both built where he can experiment wherever he likes. whenn you’re off work, you like to idle the time away in the garden while tighnari is hard at work on another of his concoctions. simply admiring his focused face is enough to put the stress of work behind you, and you think it’d be prettier if you tucked a flower behind his ear. but you never learn, do you? he launches off to another lecture about why you shouldn’t pluck flowers thoughtlessly while you daydream about his pretty face.

⇢ please please please don’t bring him to any work parties, lest you want to see the entire world burn. he still has that dry sarcasm that you oh so love, but he’s ruthless when it comes to your boss and your more unpleasant co-workers. if any of them try to act chummy with you, he immediately raises a brow and gives them the side-eye. he combats whatever fake-ass comment they have with a dry retort, leaving you panicking and trying him to stop it. but no one stops tighnari in verbal combat, and before long he’s revealed your boss’ and co-workers' vulnerabilities and have them deflating like a balloon.

⇢ tighnari always knows how to make the perfect brew, his teas always the perfect blend of both taste and remedy. it’s too bad though, that you always fall asleep before you can manage to finish a single pot. whenever you awake from a tea-induced slumber, your body feels strangely heavy but you can’t complain about the sleep. your husband is always the first thing you see from these naps, his fluffy tail wrapped around your legs and his big eyes staring intently at your face.

⇢ whenever he mixes in the drugs in your food or tea, tighnari’s tail swishes back and forth as he begins thinking of your cute expressions while you’re half-sober. sometimes he doesn’t put the usual dose and instead just halves it, just to see you flailing to get a grip on your senses and reaching out to your oh-so-innocent husband for help. he often chastises himself for this… dirty behavior, but the devil in his mind gleefully reminds him that this counts as research. the test subject just happened to be his trusting partner for life.

⇢ tighnari isn’t above imprisonment. it’s less for the thought of protecting you and more for his personal benefit. he likes to tell himself this is strictly research, but he can’t deny the awestruck look on his face as he greedily eats up every expression of your drugged face. when you grasp onto his clothes and lean on him for support… it makes him shudder with delight. you’re so cute when your system is laced with drugs, and even cuter when you look at him like he’s your entire world. he wants you to rely on him… and in turn, he wants to abuse that over reliance.

“you look better like this,” he murmurs as he brushes your freshly bathed hair. your figure is slumped in your chair like a doll, which isn’t far from the truth from how he handles you like one. he holds you gently, like porcelain, but you don’t react. you are too knocked out from the dose he had slipped into your tea awhile ago. he leans into your face, tutting at the dark circles under your eyes. “look at this… clear neglect of your health. i keep telling you to sleep, but you never listen to me, do you?” he sighs before focusing his attention back to your hair. “you’re so stubborn sometimes, you know. i barely know what to do with you.” he spends the next few moments in silence, rubbing cream into and ointments into your face. you smell slightly of lemongrass now, thanks to the bath he’s given you. tomorrow when you wake up, you will marvel at the softness of your skin and the clearness of your mind, before you throw yourself into another week of overwork. like always. tighnari regrets giving you the sleeping drug now. maybe he should’ve added a dose of the aphrodisiac drug he’s just finished. with the way his feline eyes zero into your blissful face and the eager swaying of his tail, he can just barely hold himself back now.

[ “aaah, i’ve run out of your meds again. oh, don’t you worry, i’ll make you some more. it’s nice how your body is so… receptive to my medicine ♡” ]

— JUDICATOR OF SECRETS. cyno | κύων 

[ “... we’re married… …what? i honestly didn’t think i’d come this far.” ]

⇢while there’s no other man you could imagine to spend the rest of your life with, you’re inwardly groaning about the amount of dad jokes you have to put up with later on in life. sure, you love cyno’s goofy lil personality, but you think you can only take too many stupid jokes before you go crazy. you voice this concern to cyno, who just gives you a reassuring hand on your shoulder and says he can handle you just fine if you do. you’re not quite sure what this implies.

⇢ quite sulky, but he refuses to own up to the fact. sometimes you get a little distracted with one of the neighborhood children, start chatting up one of the kind neighbors, or meet one of your co-workers. you tend to get a little bit distracted by them, and while cyno believes that he’s not overly bothered by this, he admits that he is a little bit miffed about you not paying attention to them. he also gets pouty when work starts taking up of your time and you start to neglect him, so expect him to just shut the laptop close and demand you to eat dinner with him without rushing to get your job done. 

⇢ he used to scare the neighborhood kids away with just one look and you always had to comfort him and pat him on the back in sympathetic understanding. “maybe you’ll get them next time,” you had joked, handing him an ice cream as he sulked on the park’s bench. “one of your jokes should do the trick.” you really shouldn’t have suggested that, because after another trip to the park he stared those kids down with his same stoic expression and cracked one of the corniest jokes known to man. every kid looked at him like he was stupid. now no one takes him seriously. well, at least they like playing with him now???

⇢ overprotective, like over overprotective. he knows you can handle going outside the house on your own, and hell, he might have no qualms with your workplace. but the more you complain, the more paranoid he gets until he’s staking out the site for himself. touchy co-workers? cruel bosses? he could easily have their corpses fed to the dogs. he is a protector of justice, after all, and what is justice but not killing those who lay a hand on their partner?

⇢ it’s not very easy to just push him over the edge, but he can and has the will to lock you away. it’s the modern world, no one’s going to have it out for a salary worker slaving day in and out for a corporation, but still. he’s made plenty of enemies when he was still in the force and there’s a paranoia eating at him whenever you go out of the front door. when he does lock you away, he’s as gentle as he can be, even with the stench of blood all over him. this is all for your sake after all, and he couldn’t bear to see you hurt when he had the power of protecting you.

“cy,” you huff in exasperation, looking up from your laptop as he glares down at you from behind it. “what in the world are you talking about? they’re my co-worker, my superior. you can’t just tell me to stop talking to them. i need their help!” “what help could you possibly need from them when you have me?” he huffs back, crossing his arms. “i’m telling you. they’re dangerous. i… i just know it, okay?” “what could a retired general possibly know about handling excel sheets?” when his face falters, you sigh and shut the laptop closed. “look, i know you just want to protect me and i appreciate that, really. but come on, cy, don’t be unreasonable.” the pressed line of his lips tells you that he has something against being called that, but you press on. “the company does background checks on their employees. it’s safe, i promise.” you press a kiss on his cheek and smile at him. “sit here and calm yourself down, okay? i’ll handle dinner tonight.” he watches your back as you disappear into the kitchen, humming a bright tune that offsets the stormy look in his eyes. he could tell you all about his time in the workforce— the violations he’s made, the blood on his hands, and the enemies he’s made— but he won’t. not if it means breaking this beautiful life he’s created with you. but that’s okay, that’s fine. he’s been trained to adapt to the situation and to work with the shadows.

[ “even if you don’t have a care in the world… i’ll be right behind you. wherever. whenever.” ]

[yestrday]

bro like

imagine if reader and housewife scara had a kid that looks practically exactly like one of them and yet got the personality of the other parent 💀💀💀

🍡 anon back at it again

ghiwefi i can imagine the domestic shenanigans here istg kuni's reactions would be fucking hilarious. also you get called papa once because i couldnt think of any gn parental terms

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"oh my gosh say that one more time for the camera, sweetie."

your eight-year-old flips you off from his seat, glaring at you over a bowl of cereal. his [hair color] is messy from tossing and turning in his sleep and his pouty lips are in the most bitter scowl you have ever seen adorning them. you squeal as you capture your vulgar child on camera and begin fawning over it on camera, whilst kuni karate chops him on the head.

"ow! whaddya do that for?!" he complains, covering his bump with his tiny two hands as kuni locks him with an equally deadly glare.

"you brat, you better treat your parent with more respect!" he scolds. he looks threatening, despite holding a pan with the most delicious looking waffles while donning a frilly lavender apron. "if i see you flipping someone off one more fucking time, you're losing tv privileges!"

"why not?!" the child yells indignantly as he shakes his tiny fists at his father. "you do that to them all the time?!"

"just because i do it doesn't mean you can!"

"then you're not a very good parent, are you?!"

kuni pops a vein, and he feels the most vile sentence forming on the tip of his tongue before he bites it down and sighs. "for that, i'm still cutting down your tv time by one hour." he cries out in outrage, but he ignores him and slides the waffles onto a plate. "go play outside or something.... honestly, you look like this idiot over here—" he shoots a sharp glare at you, still fawning over the picture. "— but you're too goddamn rude to be anything like him."

"maybe it's because i get it from you!" the kid says, mouth full with waffles. kuni glances at him and scoffs, lightly hitting him again on the head.

"... make that two hours."

"never say that kind of sappy shit with my face ever again."

"but dad~" your daughter whines, tugging on kuni's kimono sleeve. "i love him! can't i just buy him one box of chocolates? please?"

kuni wrinkles his nose at the notion of a mere ten-year-old falling in love, and even more so when his literal carbon copy is pulling a lovesick expression with his face. she has the sharp eyes and all, yet they look so... girlish? dreamy, when on her. something about it grates on his nerves.

"how could you possibly like a guy like him?" he scoffs, scanning the aisle for a specific brand of flour. "you said he hated you. he throws your notebooks, mocks and humiliates you, and is basically anything but a decent human being. if it weren't for [y. name], i would've gone over to that school and ripped him and whatever vile parent he has into shreds."

"but! but!" she whines. "papa says you were exactly like that before!" kuni freezes. "then he could be the one for me!"

kuni snorts and grabs a bag of flour before dropping it into the cart. "your papa was and still is an idiot. but still," a fond smile graces his lips for a second. "we're the exception. doesn't mean it can turn out well for you."

"is that a no, then?" she pouts.

kuni is silent, and she perks up and pulls him down to give him a peck on the cheek. "thanks, dad!"

"whatever," he grumbles as she runs off to the chocolate aisle, holding the kissed cheek with an embarassed blush on his face.

[yestrday]

Any characters and au with M/C who has another stalker?? 🤨🤨🤨

i think it'd be funny to see this go down bc the yan would be like :000 someone else with loose and unethical morals! i need to protect my darling even though i pose an equal if not more dangerous threat to them! i love my hypocrites

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academy! mika starts panicking when he realizes that another freak has joined him on following your daily route throughout the academy. he starts rambling to his fellow first years about how worrying this is! and that they should— he should protect you! but he doesn't quite know how to go about confronting this stalker and he's worried that he might be overreacting that he might be just overthinking things. the others sit in amused silence. this isn't your first time having stalkers (bennett clamps razor's mouth before he can speak up about his own stalking), and the fact that your most obvious stalker is worrying about another is kind of funny.

the stakes are higher in the hybrid au, so obviously no stalker will be left untouched... or unhurt. as one of your most prominent shadows, hybrid! xiao can easily catch any rat trying to sneak up on you. your whole security team actually, but being one of the more powerful ones, xiao is usually the one to snatch them up. he doesn't take his time and already has a spear to the poor guy's neck, ready to behead them. the others have to stop him so that they can get some more intel about him. he's a bit huffy about letting dirt like that live for a bit longer, but he lets the others do their thing while his steely gaze is on the interrogated's head for the rest of the questioning.

househusband! kazuha gets pretty protective when a stalker shows up while he's... protecting you from afar. in fact, this entire situation just further cements how much you need his protection! he confronts your stalker with a gentle smile, pretty enough that they would've thought he was just some friendly passerby. but that all changes when kazuha has a sword to his neck and they start panicking because— who carries a sword in modern day teyvat?! and oh archons he feels his flesh splitting. kazuha's pretty merciless when it comes to anything that could pose a threat to you, and he does all this with his gentlemanly smile that you don't even notice the stench of blood when you come home to him and his cooking.

[yestrday]

I just, househusband Zhongli crumbs, I beg, everything you write is just gold ❤️❤️❤️

househusband zhongli is everything to me :((( i wanna go home and see him in an apron with his fancy liyue cuisine all ready for me uhuhuhu....

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🐲 yandere! malewife zhongli

his biggest red flag is spending big amounts of money behind your back and not even realizing what he's done wrong unless you jam it into that thick skull of his. he'll be explaining to you why buying that noctiluous jade is a worthwhile endeavor till you hit him with the 'and????!!! what do we even need a noctiluous jade for!' and he opens his mouth and closes it when he finally thinks.

when he sees you overworking yourself, he gently closes the laptop and guides you towards the bed. it hurts his heart to see you so tired. look at your eyebags! just terrible. he tucks you into bed and makes you wait as he brings over the pot of tea he's been boiling for over an hour now.

a lot of the neighborhood grannies fawn over him like they're back to being little schoolgirls. sometimes when you come home early from work you'll see zhongli sat on the porch giving a history lecture with that buttery voice of his while the grannies are crowded around him with shy smiles, giggling behind their fans.

gets really moody when he smells someone's perfume on you. he tries his best to not let his jealousy steep into his interactions with you, but you can tell something's up when his normally gentle voice is suddenly clipped and curt with you.

has a black belt in karen. he's stated multiple times that he's more than willing to... approach your boss to have a civil one-on-one chat with him about your working conditions. these musings of his happen every time he sees you stumbling into the house, just barely delirious.

doesn't pay others much attention. whenever the two of you are on dates, his attention is on you and you only. he'll acknowledge their presence when needed be, but everything else slips by him when you're just too endearing not to look away from.

you don't trust him on groceries, not when you think that he might come home with high-end brands instead of sticking to the budget. the two of you often go grocery shopping together, and you have to drag him to the normal supermarket and not the all-organic alternative sitting right beside it.

is strangely eager when it comes to giving gifts to your nephews and nieces, should you have any. christmas and birthdays are the only times you'll give in to zhongli's overspending because he always hits you with the 'those children only deserve the very best...!' so you feel guilty. you can see how gentle his eyes are whenever he holds one of the little ones in his arms or how he quietly anticipates their happy little smiles whenever they unbox your gifts.

after that, he always muses about wanting to have a family of his own... while giving you one of those looks. mmm1. those family reunions always leave you sore the day after. not because of the reunion itself, but rather, what they've brought on after.

[yestrday]

do u have any more crumbs abt crazy, tiny, will scratch and bite me if provoked (kinky....) housewife scara? 🙏 LAWDDD ABOVE, ur writing is too good.

notes: anything for my babygurlll 💪💪

( jealousy, masochism <- reader, sadism <- kuni, slight blood, slight nsfw mentions, mentions of cheating, no one cjeats, possessive behavior )

"... what else do we need? fish, chicken... ah, we ran out of sichuan pepper just yesterday too... hm, i think our rice is running low too. hey, [y. name], run over to the rice section and get us some—" kuni turns to you, and a scowl etches on his features as puts his hands on his hips. "wipe that stupid look off your face, we're in the grocery."

you don't know how being in the grocery is relevant to anything, but you do kind of know about what stupid look he's talking about. maybe he's referring to the way you're slumped on the grocery cart handle, grinning widely with a hand cupping your cheek as you stare all moony-eyed at your pretty husband. straight from the house with a lilac apron on and clutching a hurriedly written grocery list, he was the perfect image of domesticity. your partner, glaring at you right now through those bewitching purple eyes and—

SLAP! "cut. that. out!" kuni growls under his voice, pulling your hair towards his height and looking all menacing like despite the red blush on his cheeks. "you're embarassing me in public!" you stop the slight moan coming from your mouth, as well as the comment to point out his hypocrisy. some onlookers look like they want to interfere, but one look at your heart eyes and blushing face makes them deter at the realization that you're both freaks.

"sorry, sorry~" you coo, bringing him into a hug and nuzzle your face into his neck. though his hands lay limp at his sides, he doesn't squirm and only buries a pout into your skin. "you're just super duper a thousand times cuter today than usual, y'know~ i couldn't help myself!"

"you said that yesterday and the day before that and everyday before that!" kuni grumbles softly. "now i'm starting to wonder if you actually mean it."

you gasp softly, pulling him away by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "now how can you say that?"you ask, feigning hurt. "you should know how deeply and madly i'm in love with you, right? my darling cute kuni, who makes me lose all rationality whenever i stare at him..."

kuni rolls his eyes at your dramatic confession. "oh, please—"

"... [y. name]?"

an unsure voice cuts him off, and the two of you quickly glance at the wide-eyed man staring at the both of you with a grocery basket hanging off his shoulder. a spark of realization lights up in his eyes when he finally takes a better look at your face, and he grins happily at you. "[y. name]! it really is you! fancy running into you here!"

anyone talking to you should ready themselves for a beating from kuni, who already has a scowl deeply etched on his face, but you quickly step forward before things can escalate. he glances up at you, and he furrows his brow at the relatively normal demeanor you've put up. "kyle!" you grin with a tone that makes kuni bristle. "good to see you here. your girlfriend got you running errands?"

"h-how'd you know?"

you laugh. "just a hunch. from the way she's been ranting to her department about how she does all the chores anyway." you slap a hand to his shoulder. "help your girlfriend out too. sharing chores is quite a great way to bond. why, i'm actually here with my hus... band..."

your voice trails off when you see kuni staring daggers into kyle. you chuckle a bit nervously, afraid that he might materialize an actual dagger out of nowhere (he was in the habit of being a tad murderous). "well, currently not in the best of moods, but my lovely wife's here with me."

thankfully, kyle's not the brightest man, so he's quite unaware of all the homicidal thoughts running around kuni's brain as he offers a respectful bow. "hello, mr. [l. name]! i'm [y. name]'s junior. they've been a great help to me and sadie ever since we entered the company!" he offers out a hand for a good ol' shake, but kuni only sneers at it and hides behind your back. kyle is left dumbfounded, stretching his hand towards air.

"inazumans... don't shake hands," you smile as you make up a reason. you can feel kuni burying himself in your back, his sharp nails digging into your hips as a warning. you try to maintain your composure and suppress the blush on your face. "anyways, we've gotta run. kuni's still got cooking to do!"

"n-no worries, [y. name], i'll see you this monday. a-and..." kyle nervously fidgets with his basket and avoids eye contact with you. "you can come over for dinner after work with us anytime. me and sadie do owe you a lot... really. it's..." kyle's blush deepens and he bites his lip— a nervous habit you're familiar with. "... it's the least we can do."

when kyle dashes off, you and kuni finish the rest of the groceries in silence. that make syou a little nervous, especially since you were half-expecting (awaiting, more like it) for him to just pin you to the nearest wall as soon as kyle was out of the picture. you two load the groceries in your car in silence, all while you give kuni nervous side-glances.

finally settled in the driver's seat, and kuni stormily cross-armed beside you, you try to catch his eye. "kuni...?" you ask in a breathy nervous half-laughter. "what's wrong?"

hyou flinch at how much venom is in his voice and ignore how it's making you feel down there. "someone tried to ask you out in front of me!" his voice is shaking. "and you're gonna have the fucking audacity to ask me what's wrong?!"

"they're just my co-worker, kuni, i promise," you try to soothe him. "it's not like i was gonna take them up on their offer anyway. why would i, when i got y—"

"liar!" you wince as his voice shrills in your ear. "if you weren't planning to, then you should've just turned them down, right in front of me. no, you were planning to, weren't you?" he leans over and jabs a finger into your chest, glaring up at you with those sharp purple eyes. "you were planning on going with them after work, huh? then what?"

"i had no plans, kuni." you try to reach a hand out to stroke his hair, but he quickly grabs it and digs his nails into you. you stare into his eyes. "i promise."

kuni scowls, and you don't even know why you bother. once he gets into this possesisve, irrate mood, nothing can abate him till he lets all the stress out. "liar," he growls, and reaches over and pulls the handle to lay the driver's seat flat.

you fall back with a hard thump, and kuni wastes no time in straddling you in your seat and grabbing you by the collar. "you filthy, fucking liar. how dare you play around with me, your husband, huh? what the hell were you gonna do with them, anyway?! eat dinner, then what? let them fuck that slutty mouth of yours till you go stupid?" he sneers "i know how good you look doing that. i bet everyyy guy and his wife in your office is itching to get a taste of you."

oh. ohhhh. oh gosh, car play? your heart is beating a thousand miles per second, and your blush deepends as kuni's other hand digs into your torso painfully. oh archons. kuni mistakes the blush on your cheeks for something else, and his eyes become positively stormy.

"filthy bitch," he spits, digging even deeper until he draws blood. you whimper in arousal as you feel the familiar warm trickle from your torso. "what, you get off to fantasizing about your whole office fucking you?" you try to shake your head, telling him that it's him making you like this and no one else, but he swoops in to steal a kiss before you can say anything.

it's nothing like the sweet kisses you steal from him when you walk out the front door. it's feral, animalistic. he's biting on your lips till he draws blood and sucking on your tongue until your brain goes numb from the tingling. he lets out a haughty smirk as he pulls away, the trickle of drool connecting your lips till it breaks.

"thaat's better," he sighs, slumping back and getting a good look at your blissed out face. "just a little kiss and you're all fucked out for me just like this.

"just like how it should be."

[yestrday]

is there ever a soft side to your yandere ayato? are there moments when he treats his darling as more of an actual lover compared to a pet? and is he ever vulnerable with them? :o

did i make him that horrible? i thought the whole 'treat you as a pet' thing was kinda hot. maybe my audience isn't really into that... well, i do understand lol yanderes are meant to love you

hybrid sawshark! ayato isn't one to bow to humans, but he acknowledges the changes you've had on his life. while he does get a kick out of bullying whenever he teaches you, he makes it clear that he likes to pamper you. his competitors are fluffy-tailed dogs and soft-eared mammals. his denticles might not be very pleasing to pet, but he still puts a bit of an effort to make you like him. the others think it's to irk them, especially with the sly smile he sends their way after he successfully woos you over, but thoma knows that it's probably because he's a bit insecure about his lack of... fluffiness.

academy! ayato doesn't put much effort at all. there's a clear power imbalance between the two of you, and he treats you more like a trophy rather than a lover. he showers you with lots and lots of gifts, but as a way to shackle you to him. he does get his soft moments though— laced fingers as you walk through the entertainment district, fond gazes as you focus on your homework, and delicate fingers tucking your hair behind your ear as you fall asleep on said homework. he does get soft, but he never makes it shown to you because he's afraid he might lose the control in this imbalance.

househusband! ayato is a lot more comfortable with you. your marriage isn't arranged or forced; you willingly took him as your husband. so he has a bit more solace and is more willing to open up around you. when none of his yandere tendencies are trigered, you two have a disgustingly normal and domestic life. think: giggling while he twirls you to the music on the tv, hugging you from behind as you cook breakfast, taking you on romantic candlelight dinners because he can, casually flirting with you out of nowhere just so he can see you flustered.

[yestrday]

Idk if it’s just because I’m TREMENDOUSLY down bad for the malewives, but whenever I read a segment about them getting jealous I kinda just want to be really gentle, reassuring, and over all sweet to them (picture just cupping their face and giving them cute little pecks while you calm them down <333)

The boys don’t like that some other girls perfume is on me and are wondering why it was on there in the first place? I completely understand their concerns. One of my friends had gone to me crying for advice on a fight she had with her girlfriend, and I just had to soothe her + give her some relationship advice and gush to her about my lovely husband afterwards!

They are worried I’m becoming more distant due to my work? The boys think that I’m not being affectionate enough? I can’t believe I’ve done such a horrible thing without noticing! I’ll call in a sick day at once and plan a cozy date just for two of us to relax and cuddle and I’ll talk to them about ways I could show them even more affection and ask them what they prefer!

My dearest husband thinks I’m working too long and that he thinks I’m forgetting about him for someone at work? I’m horrified I didn’t see how he felt sooner! I’ll immediately talk about slightly cutting back my long hours, and I’ll even get up early before work to leave him little sticky notes that confess my love for him! I’ll text him on my short breaks and I’ll call on my lunch break too!

I’m just such a massive simp I can’t help but want to be “gentle and caringly earnest spouse” who would 100% gush about them to all my friend and co-workers <33 (This is just a brain rot / rant! Def not a request lol)

ah <3<;3 they are your husband after all! your ever devoted, ever loving, ever faithful husband! it's common sense that you have to treat them with the same praise and fervor that they do to you!

venti's pouting about how you're working overtime? he's laying back dramatically on the couch, whining with practiced dramatic effect about how cruel you are for leaving your poor hubby with no one to share these cold nights. you watch him with crossed arms and an amused smile, knowing exactly what game he's playing at. yet you still come to him and hug him from behind, peppering his squishy cheeks with kisses and soft apologies. venti giggles at you, and grins widely when your touches go lower.

thoma doesn't look right these days, with how you keep drinking out with your clients. you always go home buzzed and reeking of other people, and although he tries to hide it, your dining utensils have been slightly bent, haven't they? when he comes home from a grocery trip, you surprise him with dinner, dressed in his frilly apron. the dullness in his eyes washes away, and with a pleasant gasp he rushes into your arms and start sniffling about how much he misses you.

the servants have been telling you that xingqiu's been in a snappy mood ever since you left for your business trip. when you open the door to his study, you can see the briefest surprise flit across his face before he adopts a mask of indifference. ah, so he's going to ignore you, huh? well, no matter. you sidle up to him and say your apologies, whispering about how you've missed him terribly so. that you couldn't eat properly knowing you left your dear husband alone. he's still refusing to acknowledge you, huffing behind his book, but you can see his eyes crinkle into a smile.

anyway! what's the point of marriage if you two won't devote yourselves to each other? nothing else matters, does it? why should work stop you from showering your sweet husband from the love that he so deserves?

[yestrday]

I've seen you mention a few times how universes such as the academy and hybrid are, essentially, "reincarnations" of the Canon genshin universe and I just want to say i find that really intriguing!! :D I dont think I've ever seen another author refer to an alternate universe as a reincarnated one so it was really cool to find out about and read upon!!

though, that leaves me with some questions.. if you don't mind! if in your story-telling, the aus you write about are reincarnations, do any of the characters have thoughts or astray memories that relate to other timelines? this doesn't have to be canon to your current aus but more of a "what-if" type of question? (does that make sense) and im rly only curious because I was binging on some of ur drabbles and in one of them u were talking about how the twins in the academy au don't actually know the feeling of being separated as they would in the canon genshin timeline, but you mention that even the thought of them being separated leaves them uneasy. was that possibly a little Easter egg to the canon universe? or was that just to express their close relationship and im looking too far into this haha ;; but that just made me curious if any of the other characters have thoughts similar to that? :)

REGARDLESS, I really like how you refer to some of your aus as reincarnations opposed to separate realities. although it may not affect the actual story, it makes thinking about it in retrospect a lot more interesting!! so I applaud u for ur creativity and originality on that!! :DD

hehe i'm happy you caught on to my little easter eggs that i sprinkle throught my aus! here's a little bit more of em for fun's sake:

hybrid! thoma and hybrid! ayato's master-servant relationship

hybrid! scara's small bird form alludes to him being a weak lifeform

househusband! venti can still use anemo, but no one else can

househusband! bennett still has his dads and does commissions

hh! diluc's generation of ragnivindirs still retain their noble status

and more!

in the househusband au, they're all reincarnations of themselves, save for the archons. you can see it in how venti can still use anemo and calls you a 'mortal.' visions are relics of the past, but the elemental powers are still present in the world.

the academy au stands on its own, at least, for now. it's a shoujo-esque setting i put together for funsies, although it still retains most of teyvat's characteristics save for the powers. edit: it's also another reincarnation oops, but the archons are also reincarnated

the hybrid au also stands on its own, though more fantastical. it's a dystopian society, really, and all of teyvat are biased against the hybrids. the reader's father plays an integral part in this system and in the lore (which is to be revealed in the geo part coming soon!)

[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE GENSHIN AU part one | two | three

⇢ scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayato, thoma, arataki itto, gorou, shikanoin heizou

introducing! you have exchanged sake and toasted it to kami, thus consummating your marriage for the divine to see. one cannot simply untangle the red knot that ties you together, so here’s to an everlasting between the two of you. hopefully, you can manage to hold out for a lifetime.

warning! toxic relationships, thoughts of murder, blood, biting, master-servant dynamics, degradation, threatening, petplay, some husbands reader is sane and scared others theyre just completely fucked up

— SCARAMOUCHE. kunikuzushi | 国崩

[ “archons fucking dammit, i do everything around here! get your lazy ass up now or else.” ]

⇢ no one actually knows what you were doing when you married such an ill-tempered person except for you. underneath that stormy temperate, you know well the heart that is eager to be accepted and loved, and marriage is the best way to fully give your scara the love that he deserves. he says that he’s rotten work, that you’ll regret this sooner or later, but this is a decision you made and you’re not gonna back down.

⇢ works like a robot. he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn and immediately starts sweeping the house void of dust. grows erratic when he swipes the countertop and sees even the smallest speck of dust. at the start of your marriage his cooking was clumsy, but he’s grown to cook food so good that you’re the envy of the office. when he wakes you up he’s so naggy from the moment you throw off the blankets to when you put on your suit and tie for work.

⇢ just shut him up with a kiss before you leave <3 he never seems to get used to affection, eyes growing wide and a blush covering his embarrassed features. he cusses you out of the house before slamming the door in your face, but you just know that he’s screaming into his hands behind the door. hehe. you’ll have to spoil him with his favorite food when you get home, just for being so cute.

⇢ incredibly jealous, incredibly possessive, incredibly suspicious. he has the carnal need to be given attention and if you don’t pick up that phone call at exactly 12:00 he will grow mad! you’re used to this though, and being his partner means that you have to know which buttons to push at the correct time. it’s like having a cat, except this cat is actually capable of k!lling someone and locking you away if provoked enough. luckily, you know how to take care of said cat.

⇢ clings to you whenever you two go out for dates, sending glares to whoever talks or breathes the same air as you. a co-worker of yours runs into you and starts chatting, but quickly clams up when a sinister dark aura begins to emanate from the 5’4 thing glaring behind you. “it dont bite” “YES IT FUCKIN DO”

⇢ he can’t help it! you’re just so reliable and cool, it’s easy to imagine why anyone would want you. as if being married wasn’t enough to make these idiots stay away, now scara feels like he has to get rid of them once and for all. please, for archons’ sake, calm him down. you’re the only one in the world with the capability to do so.

“i’m going to k!ll them… haha… i’m actually going to ki!l them…”

scara grips your forearms tightly, clawing your skin into ribbons and eliciting a tired sigh from you. you’ll have to wear long sleeves until they heal, which is not a good thing in this heat. “scara… we were just talking. you know i only love you–”

“shut up! shut up shut up shutupshutupshutup! i’ll k!ll you too! i’ll fucking k!ll you!” … gosh, he’s so cute when he’s both angry and on the verge of crying. his elegant hands choke you until your vision is blurry, but you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as… feelings start to well up below.

scara falters when the mood turns significantly tenser. his hold loosens and he flops forward into your chest, burying his face into your chest to hide the blush. “... pervert.”

[ “we’re married, arent we?! why can’t they see?! what do i have to do to make them realize that?!” ]

— SCARLET LEAVES PURSUE WILD WAVES. kaedehara kazuha | 楓原万葉

[ “the wind has led me back to you, and not a single moment do i regret giving up the world for this domestic bliss.” ]

⇢ your childhood sweetheart turned husband, you would never have thought that he’d actually want to settle down for life with you. sometimes you feel a little guilty for chaining him down, trying to convince him that he can still travel the world, and he takes the greatest offense from that. he had mustered up the courage to propose and swore an eternity with you– how could he be so heartless to leave his partner behind?

⇢ he makes you feel important and loved— it is his utmost priority. in bed he presses gentle kisses on your skin, whispering love poems so sweetly it makes you embarrassed. he praises every inch of you, even your insecurities, and sometimes you have to take a step back and cry. and if you do, he’ll be there to kiss the tears away and thumb your cheeks. you deserve his worship and praise, he tells you. even when you’re at your lowest, you will always be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

⇢ he supports your work wholeheartedly and knows how much effort you put into getting this position. he can’t do anything about you overworking himself– it’s not like you’d listen anyway– but what he can do is to make your home a paradise for you to relax in. decorated by bonsai, a relaxing scent reminiscent of a flower garden, and best of all, kazuha himself, he makes sure that all your worries melt away when you enter your house. kissing your eyelids and muttering love poems into your ear, kazuha is a haven that you don’t regret marrying.

⇢ kazuha serves as your protector that watches from afar. he’s not exactly mistrustful of you, but he’s well aware of the threats that surround you on a day-to-day basis. sometimes he wishes that you’d stay and rest with him in your little villa surrounded by friendly people, but the more crowded city has dangers lurking every corner.

⇢ this is his duty. it is what he promised the day you two lifted your sake cups to the sky and drank from it. he can’t exactly kill the man who gropes you on the train or your boss who shamelessly humiliates you after the smallest mistake. he’s not a nameless wanderer anymore, and he doesn’t have the power or money to cover up his crimes.

⇢ still, he will do something. he's cruel when interrogating your harassers, and downright malicious when it comes to people who actually dared to lay a hand on you. a few threats should do the trick, but those bold enough to pursue you will end up in him actually taking matters into his hands. although few and far between, surely his many friends (the crux is willing to do anything for their most useful ex-member) will be able to clean up after his mess.

"they were so scared of me, kazu!" you laugh joyously, grinning lopsidedly as you clutch your cold beer. "you were right— i really should stand up for myself!"

kazuha smiles as you boast about how you confronted that wicked co-worker of yours, the one who's been harassing you ever since you were made supervisor of your department. to you he was jealous, but to the more observant man he was someone who went after married people and thought bullying akin to flirting. his fingers subconsciously skirt the sharp blade of the kitchen knife.

"you're amazing, kazu." you hug him tightly from behind and press kisses on his cheek. "i knew i could count on you for advice. let's go on a vacation next month, okay?"

kazuha looks back to press a kiss on your lips and look at you with fond, upturned eyes. he subtly turns his hand to hide a light scratch. "alright then." he kisses you once more sweetly. "for now, don't drink too much. i'm still cooking."

[ “my dear doesn’t like any bloodshed, so i’ll make this quick and clean if that’s fine with you.” ]

— PILLAR OF FORTITUDE. kamisato ayato | 神里綾人

[ “welcome back, dear. dinner’s ready on the table– i’ll just finish these documents in no time.” ]

⇢ your marriage definitely caused an uproar within the higher social circles of inazuma. the ceo of the yashiro corporation marrying some no-face corporate slave? this was an absolute loss for all the families seeking to gain a portion of his riches. for ayato, however, this was an absolute win. who knew how many of them would stab him in the back the moment he lowered his guard? at least he’ll have his sweet, adoring partner forever on his side.

⇢ definitely works from home, just how he likes it. he never liked showing up to those stuffy meetings and suffocating balls. wakes up, cleans the suite, cooks edible food, and works on his documents. repeat. it’s a satisfying rhythm and lull he’ll never get bored of. he’ll let ayaka take care of any external dealings. you’re a bit worried that he’ll become a shut-in at this rate.

⇢ he’s tired, you’re both tired, and cuddling is always a must. one of ayato’s favorite moments is when you get home from work and launch yourself at his lap, grumbling into his lap about your stupid boss and co-workers. he’ll chuckle at your incoherent ramblings and stroke your hair, humming along to whatever you say. it’s nice, he thinks, having someone rely on him so intimately like this.

⇢ just because he takes care of your home doesn’t mean he’s totally subservient to you. you can feel the power dynamics unconsciously– when he tells you to not wear something, you don’t; when he orders you to stay, you freeze; when he stares at you across the room with disappointed eyes, you want to scrub every inch of your body clean of the alcohol and your co-workers’ touch, if only to appease him. but you’d never suspect it because you know your dear husband will do you no wrong.

⇢ you both know that you don’t actually need this work– he runs a multimillion mora company, after all! ayato only lets you do this to give you the illusion of autonomy, even though he can easily ruin that company with only a raise of his pinky. anything to keep his little pet happy, he’ll allow it, but you mustn’t abuse that freedom…

⇢ ayato loves you, really. he loves you so tenderly, and all he asks in advance is your obedience and loyalty. but you’re not stupid. you catch on to those small hints of possessiveness, how his grip on you when he smells perfume and alcohol tightens dangerously, and the underlying threat behind his polite warnings. you’re scared now that you realize what this whole relationship is about– that you’re merely his dog chasing after a bone.

“you’re married, aren’t you?” ayato hums sweetly into your ear, caressing your hair with his head deeply nestled on your nape. “you know it’d be a disgrace to my sister and me to have my partner running around drunk with some no-names right?”

you tremble in his lap, the heavy drumming of your heartbeat heightened by the cup of coffee you chugged down prior. caffeine and fear shoot through your veins as you try to form a clumsy smile, if to appease his sour mood a little.

ayato looks up and laughs slightly, pressing a kiss on your shaking lips and delighting in the flinch he elicits. a wet dog, he notes, silently whimpering for forgiveness in the lap of its master.

“what an ugly smile.” he pinches your cheeks and forcefully pulls on them. “i thought we already worked on that, hm?”

[ “do i have to pull on your leash at your every blunder, or have you grown too dependent on me?” ]

— PROTECTOR FROM AFAR. thoma | トーマ

[ “mmm… kitchen, check. garden, check… what are you still here for? you better hurry or you’ll be late!” ]

⇢ oh boy thoma’s gonna give childe a run for best husbando. this man can clean, cook, do laundry, and trim the garden four times a day. he likes making sure that you’ll have a beautiful and cozy home to come back to after a long day’s work. after all, this is a place only for you and him. he wants to fill this place with beautiful memories and to give you something to look forward to every day.

⇢ he’s just as sweet and gentle when you first met him, although his nagging has turned up a notch. he’s always fussing over your hair and clothes, ironing them so well to the point that you’re ashamed of even wrinkling them. although he finds your groggy eyes and bedhead adorable, he knows that people don’t think the same. he wants everyone to look at you the way he looks at you too!

⇢ snags the best deals on the market. it’s like he’s got a schedule in his brain for whatever discounts are available at the moment. he tells you to stand at the side while you blankly stare at him trying to get through the crowd of mothers and broke college students. you make sure to properly praise him when he comes back with your favorite fruit… though it’s a bit laughable to see your gentle thoma looking all beat up.

⇢ thoma is one of the tamer yanderes available, with his conscience holding him back when his protective urges become too much. he’s well-aware that you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he finds out that he’s hurt someone in your name. the best he can do is thinly veiled threats and tight smiles when he runs across them, but it somehow always works. the dull green boring holes into one’s soul are unsettling enough to make you run away.

⇢ he values honesty and communication in your relationship, and it hurts him more than you could ever imagine when you keep things from him. has he been lacking as a husband somehow? what could possibly make you not tell him? he usually prides himself in being calm and collected, but you’re just too dear to him to not… well, overreact. how could he ever live with himself knowing the person he loves the most is keeping secrets from him?

⇢ when ayato hears of this, he’s going to have a very hearty laugh. that, and he’s sure to start enabling these dangerous thoughts of his. thoma is a very dear friend to him, after all. it’s not fair that you continue your merry way around lecherous adulterers and jealous enemies while thoma’s mind is caving in itself. perhaps with a nudge in the right direction, he can let loose :)

“... did you have a good day at work?” the first thing you notice is how he tightly grips the broom, causing cracks in the wood. thoma’s smile, too, is unusual, with how shaky and forced it comes off.

you drop everything and hurry to cup his cheeks, closely inspecting every inch of his face. “i– i did. what happened to you? you look, i don’t know, bad. did something happen while i was gone?”

he ignores your questions and continues to stare at you. your touch falters. “are you sure? you’re not hiding anything from me?”

you are, but you don’t say anything and only deny it. thoma strains his smile further and moves to prepare dinner. the broom finally snaps in half, but he barely notices it as his thoughts continue to grow louder.

[ “... you trust me, right? you know you can tell me everything… right?” ]

— HANAMIZAKA HEROICS. arataki itto | 荒瀧一斗

[ “hahaha! look at that, house clean, garden clean. man, the gang would totes laugh at me if they saw me right now!” ]

⇢ itto did not imagine that he’d actually willingly settle into domestic life, much less he’d be doing house chores. it’s not like he can actually get a high-paying job with his limited skill set, so he has to rely on you to be the breadwinner. it hurts his manly pride, but he’s resolute in not dragging you down and paying you back with chores.

⇢ yeah, maybe he almost tore the house into two at the start, but they don’t call him arataki “the determined” itto for nothing! he learns to be gentler, to lightly hold dishes so they don’t break, to give you hugs that don’t cave your entire ribcage in. shinobu is the one you should be grateful for (though itto would pout and whine if he heard that). she’s gracious enough to check on your husband whenever you’re not home and scold him for the things he’s doing wrong. itto, after all, is a brother to her, and you’re part of this family too. she just wants both of you to be happy.

⇢ gets lonely very easily. once he’s done with the chores he goes out to play with the kids and hang out with the gang, but that’s just not enough for him anymore. he’s counting down the hours until you get home, and the others tease him for that as well. he gets mad when they do, but it’s true. he’s a lovesick man who’s waiting for his partner to come home so he can jump on you and hug you so that you’ll never go.

⇢ very, very possessive. can’t blame him, this is an oni we’re talking about. he’s always been like this even when you were dating, but you feel like it’s gotten worse since you married. even the slightest whiff of another’s cologne has him baring his fangs and jumping you so he can cover up the scent with his. in this sort of situation you’ve learned not to deny him because even you don’t know what happens when you go against those mad, glowing eyes.

⇢ he can be easily provoked. he doesn’t like it when people test your relationship and would never believe you to be capable of doing him wrong. you could be cheating on him (please don’t) and he’d adamantly deny it. when someone tries to test your marriage or even mock you, he’s quick to pounce on them and get into a fistfight. you have to stop him before he actually kills the guy.

⇢ he’s been taught to be more careful with his superhuman strength, but there are still days when he slips up. days when you don’t pay him attention, when you spend too long typing out emails or giggling at your messages, or when he feels like he hasn’t seen you in days. his gentle hugs get tighter and tighter, and the smile on his face seems to intimidate you as he stretches them out to bare his fangs. like an unconscious attempt to intimidate you into giving him what he wants.

“... where have you been, babe?” itto whines into your shoulder as he hugs you from behind. his tall figure wholly encases your remarkably smaller body as you prepare dinner, making it hard to move.

“itto,” you try to console him, but he doesn’t budge. “itto. please. i have to move if you want to eat tonight.”

“i don’t care about that,” he grumbles, and a pained gasp escapes you when you feel his fangs break your skin. you’re used to his love bites, but today he marks your skin with an unusual ferociousness and a lack of care for your wellbeing.

“if you could be with me all the time, every second of the day,” he whispers against your bruises. “then that’d be more than fine.”

[ “sh- shit. i didn’t mean to hurt you!” ]

— CANINE WARRIOR. gorou | ゴロー

[ “stop laughing! if you keep laughing at my bentos i won’t give you any food to eat!” ]

⇢ coming home to gorou is absolutely delightful because you can see from the window his droopy ears perking up when he hears you pulling into the driveway. his tail is wagging up a storm when he literally slams the door wide open just to welcome you, and his grin so wide that his little fang pokes out. he always looks like he wants to hug you, but he seems to be holding himself back in an attempt to be cool. you have to force him into a hug because he’s just so gosh darn cute yet stubborn.

⇢ he’s a good listener, humming along as you rant about your boss or rave about the newest anime. when in doubt, you know that you can always rely on gorou. he offers you advice and speaks up about your mistakes. in turn, he also listens to your complaints about him and tries to resolve his flaws. as long as you are cooperative, communication is not a problem in the relationship.

⇢ gorou may seem reliable, but he’s still very much awkward when it comes to this domestic lifestyle. he’s been trained for battle, so his ears perk up at the slightest noise or he overreacts at your small injuries. his bento boxes are a bit… you could tell he put his heart into it, but the bento art of the cat’s awkward grin and the deflating egg souffle shaped into a duck seems so pathetic that it’s cute. you have to hide your laughter as you pat him for a job well done.

⇢ true to his puppy nature, gorou is overeager for any affection. truth be told, he liked it better when you weren’t working, when you’d dedicate all your time to him. but it’s okay! he understands you need to work for both of you to live!! he compensates for lost time by slipping under your shirt and feeling the warmth of your bare skin against his, the fluffy tail curling around your leg and pulling you in so possessively that you won’t have to go. 

⇢ he knows it’s bad, this feeling of jealousy whenever he waits outside your office. he has more rationality than the other yanderes, but when you hug a co-worker goodbye or when they sling their arm around you, gorou wants nothing more than to tear their hand off and pin you to the ground so he can make his mark all over you right in front of their faces. when you and your co-worker approach him, gorou retains his facade of a bright-eyed yet reliable husband… but something feels off.

⇢he’s soft, like super. he‘s not one to kill, but he still has a lot of pent-up frustrations about your co-workers. he wants to tell you to stop looking at them, to keep your distance, but he knows that’s wrong. it’s not like him to be so controlling. he wants to communicate these to you, but he’s so afraid of how disgusted you might be. you’re equals, how dare he try to take control of your life! the only way he knows how he can is through his touch, to beg for your forgiveness in bed and to make up for his sins by pleasing you.

“i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry,” he whimpers, ears drooping as he continues to bite more marks on your skin. sinner that he is, making blemishes of what was once a pure canvas. just below the v-neck of your suit your entire torso is covered in purples and blacks, all of his making.

you gently soothe his hair, rubbing his ears and nibbling along their edge too. something is obviously bothering him and you can only offer your body to be the target of his frustrations.

guilt twists his guts when he sees how dark your body is already. still, the satisfaction of him marking what is his curls his tail tighter around your thigh. if anyone else had seen your bare body they would have called the cops on him already. the thought makes him gnash his teeth together and provoke him into biting deeper than he'd ever before.

you laugh drily, the loss of blood making your head spin. it’s so cute, how he begs for forgiveness while he continues committing his atrocities. it’s even cuter how his eyes darkened when your co-worker kept draping himself all over you. you grin as gorou laps up your blood and relish in the after-burn.

[ “you’re too good for me… i- i don’t deserve you at all.” ]

— ANALYTICAL HARMONY. shikanoin heizou | 鹿野院平蔵

[ “man, your boss is a jerk. want me to talk to him for you? no? your loss.” ]

⇢ sometimes you wonder if marrying him was worth all the excess headaches he gave you. he’s good around the house, good with his hands (you’d know), but damn if his choice of food was questionable enough. he just slides fried chicken in front of you and you stare at it blankly. “it’s 5 am in the morning.” “everything tastes good fried.” “istg heizou im gonna beat the shit outta you”

⇢ the type to clown you after you come home to work. why the hell are your eyebags so heavy? did he not just press that suit for you the night prior? he is absolutely not kissing you with how dry your lips are. if only you had the energy to whack him over the head with your briefcase. unfortunately, you might just faint any minute and he’s already taken your briefcase away.

⇢ hypes you up whenever you’re complaining. he knows exactly what crappy bosses and crappier coworkers are like. even a seasoned detective like him who only works on commission now can understand the pain of dealing with troublesome clients. occasionally suggests you to make plant some sneaky rumors about them and you typically laugh them off as jokes. the smile on his face suggests that it is in fact not a joke.

⇢ he’s extremely unsettling at times. sometimes when you come home he quickly rushes over to greet you with a hug. you hug him back, but it goes on for too long that you try to squirm out of his grasp only for him to hug you even tighter. he then proceeds to make an eerily accurate list of the things you’ve done today, down to the minutest detail. when he pulls away he smiles innocently at you, uncaring of how shaken you are to the core. you can say it’s his way of warning you :)) not that you’ll ever do him wrong, right?

⇢ heizou is an expert in gaslighting and guilt-tripping, years of experience under his belt. when you forget about a promise or an important event, heizou is quick to be disappointed with you. cue the heavy sighs as you’re about to break down from the stress from work and his dejected gaze. oh no he’s fine, carry on whatever you’re doing! you scurry after him, begging him to let you make it up to him. he wants to laugh so badly; he’s not even upset, he just really likes seeing you cry because of him.

⇢makes it clear that he’s the superior one in the house, both in intellect and physicality. he adores seeing you stupefied, flooding your brain with information that’s basic to him but incomprehensible to you. you nod along mindlessly and he chuckles as he pats your head. you’re so stupid it’s cute <3 he’s not one for brute force either, but he could just easily pin you down if you try to shy away from him, and enjoys the sight of your tears while at it

“heizou, i’m sorry,” you babble as you wipe away the fat tears from your face. you don’t know how you started groveling on the ground, only that it felt right. heizou stares down at you with pure disappointment.

“you promised.” 

“i know, i know,” you sniffle. clasping your hands together, you inch towards him, begging to be forgiven. “please, please i won’t do this again.”

… archons, heizou will never inflate your ego with it, but you’re so darn cute like this. he ruffles with a frustrated groan and reaches out a hand towards you. “you always say that,” he scolds you. “but you’re lucky i love you so much.”

[ “if only you kept your mouth shut instead of promising things you’ll never give, you’d be perfect.” ]

[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE GENSHIN AU part one | two

⇢ zhongli, childe, chongyun, xiao, xingqiu

introducing ! marriage is the most sacred contract in liyue. it is the unbreakable vow between lovers, and your husbands will hold their end of the contract until their dying breath. you are expected to do the same, else you might just make yourself the sacrilegious fool. don’t worry! your loving partner will make sure that you’ll never come to regret exchanging vows…! well, granted that you don’t step out of line…

content ! power dynamics, blood, sadism, stalking + 3k words

notes ! God this took me so many months... sad yaho

— VAGO MUNDO. zhongli | 钟离

[ “to think that i’d share with you the most sacred contract of all… i am truly blessed." ]

⇢ to think the highly respected zhongli would be your partner. and he’s doing house chores! you’re pretty sure that the people of liyue will go to your doorstep with torches and pitchforks when they find out you’ve degraded him to such a menial position. zhongli, however, assures you that he enjoys what he does. he smooths over your worries by fluttering kisses all over your creased brows and murmuring how much he loves you. it’s the most intimate thing you’ve experienced that you have to squirm away with a dark blush, ignoring his fond chuckles behind you.

⇢ no matter how small your house is, zhongli manages to make it feel like a grand manor. everything is position perfectly according to fengshui. his meals are healthy and exquisite liyue cuisine. once while you’re busy with work on the sofa, zhongli halts his sweeping to reach for something under the table. back face to you, you’re greeted with his… cough, assets. when he comes back up, you’re fainted on the sofa.

⇢ coming back home to him is the absolute best. he has everything ready on the table, his baritone voice is soothing as he whispers you a welcome home, and he has a warm bath drawn for you. when you crawl into bed with him, his big hands massage your shoulders as he wraps you in his embraced, head smushed in the valley of his soft chest. hehe… he ignores the perverted grin you have as you nuzzle into them pecs. he’s doing this to soften the blow when he asks you for mora tomorrow.

⇢ zhongli is fairly normal during the whole of your relationship… granted that you abide the contract. marriage contracts are simple enough: no infidelity, loyalty and trust are highly valued, and never test your partner. he’s such a generous husband to you, it’s only fair that you return that with your entire love and affection.

⇢ the moment he feels that you’re slipping away, that’s when the darkest recesses of his mind come to light. a contract is a contract. no ifs, buts, and whens. he doesn’t even question if he had done anything wrong— you are the one breaking everything. everything is the same when you get home, but his eyes are darker than usual, there is hardened bitterness in his tone, and there is a sense of accusation from him that you that you don’t exactly know what to do with.

⇢ he doesn’t listen to whatever pleas and claims you make. everything you say he refutes with a stern and hard argument and accusation that seems so believable to your ears that you don’t know what to do. he only looks calm, but he looms over you with that otherworldly glow in his eyes, and the savageness in his features make you tremble.

“i don’t know what you want me to do!” you sob, pinned underneath him as his hot breath fans your cheeks. “what did i do wrong?”

zhongli has no sense of sympathy as he looks at your tear-stricken features, face glistening with tears as you’re helpless. you’re defenseless, but he doesn’t care.

it irks him that you don’t even know what you’ve done. just because you’re his chosen partner doesn’t excuse you from tiptoeing around the contract. 

his hands press your shoulders so far back that you hear cracks and your sobs dissolve into muffle screams. he feels invigorated in your pain and a low chuckle rumbles from him as his teeth tear your neck apart for you to see in the morning.

[ “you don’t stray from the contract, dear, not unless you want to feel my wrath.” ]

— CHILDE. tartaglia | 达达利亚

[ “where’s my goodbye kiss, hm? you’re just gonna leave me hanging?” ]

⇢ the alpha malewife. he’s good at cooking, cleaning, and even appeasing the nosy neighbors. there’s nothing like waking up to another dreadful day of work until you smell the golden meal you know ajax has waiting for you. as you step into the kitchen, you’re greeted with a familiar and welcome sight— your husband in loose shorts and only an apron wrapped around his torso, back muscles flexing as he flips the bacon and eggs for you.

⇢ he makes a habit of staring lovingly at you across the table as you stuff your mouth. he sighs in adoration and cups his cheek with a palm. his own plate is untouched by the time you’ve licked yours clean. any other person would’ve been creeped out by his behavior, but you’re way too used to his antics and just peck a kiss on his cheek before you head out. “eat your breakfast too,” you remind him and he laughs and pulls you into an even deeper kiss, murmuring into your lips as he says something about ‘how full he is watching you eat.’

⇢ typical corny ajax behavior, but you love him for it anyway. he waves at you as you rev the engine and drive out into the street, till he walks back into the house, and his smile drops. there’s no joy in staying here when you’re not around, but he does all his chores swiftly anyway. he cleans every corner, wipes the dust down from the tabletops, and make sure your clothes are all neatly pressed. he takes pride in knowing that he’s making you happy even when you’re away.

⇢ after that, however, it’s time to do business. someone of his nature doesn’t just idle away at your house. you know it too, which was why it was a miracle for you that he agreed to just be a househusband. but he isn’t. he puts the gloves on and slips away to his job, where knives and bloodsplatter greet him. it’s a dirty job, but this type of lifestyle doesn’t just go away because you want it too. he’s stuck too deep and there’s no getting out.

⇢ there’s benefits to it though, like easy access to information. he has memorized all your co-workers and bosses ten times over, memorizing those likely to get too close to you. he has all sorts of bugs on you: phone tappers, cameras, and anything that will give him access to you at any time. the only reason why he’s letting you do this job is because you genuinely love it, but the moment you slip up he’s dragging you to archons-know-where

⇢ he acts like everything is a joke and honestly, maybe it is. this is no equal marriage— childe has the upper hand, both in physique, information, and tools. he deludes himself into thinking that he’s been holding back, but the reality is that this marriage is only a thread away from his hands on your neck.

“who is he?” 

again. has he not grown sick of this? how many times have you assured him that they’re merely friends and co-workers? did he not trust you? it didn’t help that your boss just recently chewed you out. you look at him in annoyance and open your mouth—

“don’t look at me like that,” he cuts you off, lips tightened in a scowl. “your car is perfectly fine. he didn’t need to drive you back. don’t tell me you’re getting sick of me.”

why was he acting like this? “you’re being delusional.”

“i’m being perfectly reasonable.” his cold hands slam your shoulders on the door, peering his dull eyes into yours. “i think you’re forgetting that you’re married, hm? maybe…” his smile twitched in excitement as his hands graze over your nape.

“maybe i should remind you again.”

[ “you liyue people are so fond of contracts, right? it’s right for me to follow customs.” ]

— FROZEN ARDOR. chongyun | 重云

[ “uh… uh… am i doing this right?” ]

⇢ poor guy… he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. the chores that he does are familiar, but somehow the thought of doing it for you just makes him embarrassed. he starts to overthink things and his brain gets fried. you have to calm him down with a kiss and assure him that you don’t have too high standards. 

⇢ still, he’s a pretty diligent husband. he doesn’t slack on his duties, he makes sure that groceries and errands are complete, and he still gets to run his exorcism business on the side. when he welcome you home he fiddles with his fingers and looks down at the floor so you won’t notice how bright his blush is.

⇢ you don’t get how he’s still so shy when you’re married. but the thought of him waiting for you and doing all these things for you makes you so undeniably happy that you throw your arms around him and shower him in kisses. he stammers for you to stop, but you keep the barrage coming. only when he pushes you away is when you see his tomato face and the accompanying pout, and you press one last kiss to his pouty lips, just to really tell him that you love him.

⇢ chongyun tries his best to hold back, but it’s honestly hard when you’re testing his every nerve. really, he wants to return your affection with twice the fervor you have but he’s afraid his condition might scare you away. you’re aware of this condition, of course, but chongyun has never shown it in front of you for an extended period of time. his fear is that you might finally realize what kind of person he is: hotheaded, abnormal, and impulsive. not the cool-headed boy you thought you knew.

⇢ he holds you in very high regard and though he’ll try to control his anger… anyone who disrespects you immediately gets into a fight with him. chongyun taunts and jabs, sneering at his opponent as he moves to protect you. he doesn’t know when to stop, or how to stop, but either way you shouldn’t intervene. it’s not something you can manage at all.

⇢ once it’s done and over, chongyun grabs you by the waist possessively and smugly brags. he’s keen for praise, never mind the fact that you’re absolutely terrified of the blood and the twisted limbs around you. he knows that he’s done a very good job, although the chongyun in the next morning will feel only self-hatred once you look at him warily.

“did a good job, didn’t i?” chongyun cackled, pulling you in and pressing a big kiss on your cheek. his face is flushed, red with heat and blood. you gulp as he wipes away an annoying stain.

you’re too stunned to speak, displeasing chongyun further. he frowns at you.

“say something!” he demanded and you flinch at his raised voice. chongyun never yells at you. he sighs and pushes his sweaty hair back, glaring at you and huffing.

“fine. be that way.” he scoffs and turns his back towards you. “just so you know, i’m the only reason you’re alive and beating right now.

[ “if i could have half the courage my other self would have… then maybe i’d make you see things my way.” ] 

— VIGILANT YAKSHA. xiao | 魈

[ “hmph. you kept me waiting all night.” ]

⇢ he’s convinced that your boss is working you like a slave and he’s not half-wrong. stress is piling on you, but what’s a better stress reliever than your pouty husband greeting you? he always stays up to wait for you and although he scolds you and nags about the dark circles under your eyes, he takes good care of you.

⇢ you jump into his arms, knocking him back into the sofa, and he sighs as you whine into his neck. he rubs circles at your back and hums at your complaints. he nags now and then, but you don’t feel that they’re overbearing. his voice is the one of the things you look forward after each long day. he tucks you into bed and sees that you’re sound asleep. a chaste peck on your head sounds through the silent bedroom, a fond smile on his lips as he strokes your hair.

⇢ when your boss readies himself for bed— holy shit is that fucking spear at his throat. when you go back to work, everyone in the office notices how he’s sweatier and nicer than usual. don’t go near the poor guy, he might just faint at the sight of you.

⇢ although the long war has been set behind him in an era long before you were even born, the advance in technology increases his anxiety. once he makes quick work of his house duties, he quickly departs to shadow you. it’s a daily habit of his, but it’s one that he doesn’t get bored of. he could admire your figure for days on end.

⇢ if you’re not the type of person to attract trouble, his yandere tendencies won’t go out of hand. all he’ll do is simply follow behind you and even give you a hand secretly from time to time. but if you are that type of person, that’s when things get out of hand. he doesn’t hesitate to… clean up the demons that have come to catch you in their claws and with every pest he exterminates, the more erratic his mind becomes.

⇢ he is convinced that you are not safe anymore. your usually soft husband becomes increasingly agitated every time you come home from work and you try to convince yourself that he is perfectly fine, but his light growl when you try to bring up the sudden cases shuts you down. keep it on the down low, lest he might lose himself to his impulses again.

“x-xiao…?” you laugh awkwardly. you’re only one foot in your house when he rushes to you and hugs you to his chest. it’s a nice change from the usual routine, but you’re worried.

you awkwardly pat his back. “missed me?” you smile at him, but he doesn’t move himself from your shoulder.

“don’t go out… don’t…” he’s barely comprehensible, like he isn’t himself. you pull him away and observe his face. his yellow eyes are dull and they send a chill down your spine.

tonight has been weirder than most. so weird that you don’t even comment on the streak of blood on his cheek, even when you don’t see any meat on the table.

[ “... you troublesome thing. what will you do without me?” ]

— JUVENILE GALANT. xingqiu | 行秋

[ “i made you a sandwich! well, i made them make it, but that doesn’t matter.” ]

⇢ when xingqiu says he’s doing housework, he really means that he’s ordering his subordinates around. as second-born, he still has a lot on his plate after all. he’s tried to convince you many times that his work provides enough for the both of you, but you insisted that you wouldn’t feel good just leeching off him. your work pays you poorly, but you love your job and he can’t just take that away from you.

⇢ still, xingqiu is the one taking care of the more intimate aspects of marriage. he cooks your food and arranges them neatly in your lunchbox. every time you open it up, it feels like an art display and you feel guilty every time you tear into it. when you sink into the couch beside him after a hard day’s work, he pours you tea he brewed himself. the little pastries on the porcelain platter are ones he personally picked out for you. they’re little things, but they’re the ones that speak loudest.

⇢ xingqiu still retains his mischievous behavior. he teases you about your eyebags and pokes fun at your tired face. this wouldn’t happen if you just relaxed like he said! sometimes he tricks you into buying products that seem useful but are just really a quick cash grab for influencers. make sure to whack him with the product.

⇢ it’s been a long while since the feiyun commerce group bought the workplace you work in. xingqiu claims it’s been a long time decision of the higher-ups, but in reality it’s just him trying to get an even tighter grip on you. he absolutely does not want you working and he wants to do everything in his power to make you realize that being letting him serve you while you merely relax and revel in luxuries is better than overworking yourself.

⇢ it’d make things easier to just pay your co-workers and boss to harass you until you leave, but his sense of chivalry won’t let anyone disrespect his partner. if someone does does it, xingqiu will not hesitate to shut that person down until they’re on the streets scraping for money. what right did they think they had to mock you?

⇢ xingqiu keeps devising new ways to make you give up on this lifestyle and let him take the reins. whether you quickly give up or not is up to your willpower. just remember that if you finally feel like it, xingqiu is always ready to welcome you home and integrate you into a life of only pleasure. his coy smile and open arms will be a relief to see, and you’d even welcome his smug ‘i told you so’s .all in due time.

“did you finally realize?” he coos, stroking your hair as you sob into his lap.

oh, poor, poor thing! to have your dreams be crushed left and right and without mercy. this world really is cruel, but luckily your dearest husband will always have your back.

sure, the gold and treasures may make you feel empty. and you will forever sit unsatisfied with yourself. but who cares? xingqiu wants to see you glowing and dressed in the finest riches, not burnt-out and unappreciated in your former workplace.

“i’m here,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your nape. “al~ways have been here.”

[ “someone as precious as you deserves everything and more. better than more.” ]

[yestrday]

I really want to fluster both housewife! and Academy! Scara 🥰🥰🥰

(I love his toothpaste like color palette and his mischievous face his face in the reveal)

academy! scara and housewife! scara are two alternate universes... but here i put them so they'd be in the same timeline... just for the fantasy of having two scaras by my side &lt;3

you might like: yan! academy scara hcs, yan! housewife! scara hcs

( mentions of murder, mentions of cheating )

"n– no way..."

the little one wearing an elegant uniform stares at the scene in unabashed horror, slowly backing away from the horror in front of him. this can't be... it shouldn't be... how in the world could he have done this to himself!

he hits the couch and he falls back into it, but his shaking eyes still look at them with both fury and fear.

with a shaky, accusing finger, the student scara points up at the culprits, who still curiously stare at him:

"why am i the housewife?!"

you answer with a shit-eating grin, bringing your equally appalled kuni closer to you.

"the real question is: why not?"

the tea lays untouched on the coffee table as the two kunis glare at each other in a tense silence. you sit in the middle, grinning nervously as you sip from your own cup.

this is exactly your dream come true, literally. just the night before you dreamt of how you met kuni back in school, and how you wished to see that inexperienced cutie again. it never occurred to you that your wish would actually come true... but now you know that kuni would never get along with himself.

"love..." you try coaxing your partner. the younger one's scowl deepens at the corny nickname. "come on, at least try to get along with him for the time being. it's just you, but younger–!"

"that doesn't fucking mean i have to get along with this brat!"

"who the fuck are you calling a brat?!"

you sigh once more as yelling and bickering ensues between the two of them.

"why is he here anyway?" kuni huffs, taking a seat next to you and huddling closer. he doesn't miss the way scara's eyes flash when he drapes himself all over you, and smiles smugly in victory. he turns to look up at your nervous face and narrows his brows. "hey. you look like you know something."

you try to look away from his probing eyes, but kuni pouts and grabs your cheeks to turn you back to him. "hey. tell. me!"

"mmm... well, i might have wished it...?"

the two widen their eyes, but scara covers up his shock with a bit more disgust as he inches farther away from you. "... pervert."

kuni looks a bit more heartbroken than his younger counterpart. and... a bit more... oh. you know this look. "you... wished? you wished for another me...?" ugh... you'd really like it he didn't do this in front of the younger scara, who looks absolutely lost about what's happening. you wanted to look cool in front of him, dammit! "am i not enough for you? huh?" he starts shaking you by the shoulder, already sitting on your lap and looking manic. "do you think i don't satisfy you anymore?!"

"kuni... kuni, please, you know i love you..."

"then why—!"

SLAM! you jolt as scara slams his teacup against the table. he hovers over the both of you with the glare you were so familiar with back in school. "this is pathetic." he nearly spits, lips curling in spite at his counterpart. "this needy... pathetic thing is supposed to be me? when i worked my ass off so i wouldn't be overshadowed by my sisters? and now..." his purple eyes turn to you, absolutely seething.

"i'm depending on the fucking charity student?"

kuni pulls away from you, standing face to face with scara. while the two are having a stare-off, you're just completely lost in your own fantasies. two kunis... standing over you... wow he hasn't grown an inch over the years... but two kunis.

"if you hate it so much then why don't you leave."

scara sneers right back. "oh i could if i would. but i need to go back to my time and the one who brought me here is the peasant."

"i'm going to fucking kill you."

"oh let's see how well that's going to go for you, future me."

before your pretty wife and his younger self could actually try and kill each other, you step in before things could get hotter worse. "that's... that's enough alright? we'll try to send younger you back to his time. i'm sure he has tons of studying to get back to..."

kuni glares at you. "we? you brought this upon yourself! have fun playing around with some other man, cheater!" he turns to leave, but you grab him by the arm and pull him closer to you.

"oh come on baby," you whine, fingering his tiny waist as you pout. "it was just a little fantasy of mine. two kunis by my side, y'know? that's how much i love you!"

kuni blushes as you shower kisses on his neck and cheek, trying to push you away while he's cherry red. "p-pervert! not– not in front of me—!"

speaking of his younger self... you turn to scara, who is staring the both of you with the same wide-eyed blush your wife is wearing. when his nervous eyes catch yours, he tries to scowl, but it's clear that he's just as embarrassed and needy as his counterpart.

"little kuni~ ♡" you coo, mischievous smirk painting your features already. "do you want to join in?"

steam seems to blow out of his ears as he's taken aback by such a shameless invitation. "wh– why would i want that?! w-weirdo!"

"oh come on!" you laugh. you flop down on the couch with your needy partner seated on one knee and grin up at scara. "i knew of your cute little crush ever since we were first-years, y'know?"

"you did?!"

both versions seem even more flustered than before, if that was possible. you give a lighthearted laugh before bringing scara on your lap and to your chest. you brush their identical purple bangs and press a kiss on their lips.

what a delight. two identical kunis looking up at you all teary-eyed and weak from a single kiss. you really are a pervert, doing this to your pretty little wife.

"you're the same person, aren't you?" you grin. "so this won't count as cheating, right~?"

[yestrday]

Um... For scientific purposes... Will Yan!Housewife Scaramouche be flustered when he caught you checking him out?

um. duh? this is the tsundere housewife-- he's got the blush, the absolute will to beat the shit out of you, and the insults. man can't handle the minimum amount of affection from you without getting all mushy.

scara's just an absolute joy to look at, especially while he's focused on what he's doing. right now you're helping him out with the laundry, hanging up the freshly washed beddings on the wire. (if you weren't around he'd have to get a stool just to hang them. you have a picture.) he's scrubbing the remaining laundry clean on the side and... archons, he's just so <3

sweat dripping from his head, staining his thin shirt and clinging to his porcelain skin, anyone who peeked over the fence would have seen such an inviting sight. the thought makes you jealous, but it also certainly excites you. how you'd like to embarass your pretty little wife in front of your perverted neighbors...

scara finally huffs out a satisfied sigh after scrubbing out a rather stubborn stain and looks up... only to meet your darkened gaze and smug grin. oh this motherfucker... scara can feel his cheeks blush bright and he glares up at you.

"what the hell are you looking at, pervert!" he throws the brush your way and you laugh loudly as you dodge. "start hanging those sheets!"

"i'm done, i'm done," you croon, drawing dangerously near to your enticing husband. "hey, shouldn't i have a reward for a job well done?"

"a reward?" he scoffs. "this is your duty as someone living in this house!"

"oh come on," you pout. slinging your arm around his tiny waist, you snuggle into his neck while he protests about how he's sweaty and wet. "that's part of the charm, scara. you look soooo cute right now <3"

he positions his hand to smack you up the head, before thinking twice and slowly resting his hand. he averts his gaze as he tugs on his thin shirt, blushing like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

"f-fine, only this once," he mumbles. "just because you're only looking at me."

"of course i'll only look at you," you smile cheekily at him and press a sweet kiss on his lips. "there's no one in this world as pretty and dutiful a housewife as you."

he melts in your hands at the adoring praise. you dig in.

[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE GENSHIN AU part one

⇢ venti, albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, razor

introducing! a nagging from your boss and the side effects of overworking is definitely taking a toll on your body, but luckily you have your husband to take care of you! as people of mondstadt, their culture has taught them to treat their lovers with the warmest hospitality they can manage! so just sit back and let them do everything from here on out! ... oh, and why do you smell like someone else’s perfume? + 3.4k words

warning! obsessiveness, possessiveness, creepy behavior (fuckin venti), manipulation, jealousy takes place in modern teyvat

a/n! this fic legit got me procrastinating 💀 tried out a new style and it was so fucking long I ended up putting this off for months. an aquarius at their finest

― WINDBORNE BARD. venti | 温迪

[ “you’re home! thank barbatos, i was about to die if you didn’t come soon!” ]

⇢ to think that the sloppy bard you met at the winery all those years ago would now be your husband... love really is a mystery

⇢ you’re well-aware that venti has little to no house managing skills whatsoever, but anemo visions really do come in handy, so cleaning up the house while you’re gone is an easy task for him. his real talent in being a husband shines when you’re finally home

⇢ true to his nature as a bard, venti’s songs never fail to make you relax. after a day of cleaning up after your co-workers and getting run ragged by your boss, venti’s sweet voice and lyre is just what you need to take the pain away.

⇢ he’s quite doting too! although he doesn’t have many recipes up his arsenal, venti excells in homemade food that are warm and comforting, the kind that truly makes you feel at home. he’s a sucker for compliments too! so keep praising him and his good efforts, alright?

⇢ your husband is quite the alcoholic, and it’s times like these where his true nature tends to shine through. whether it be at the tavern or at home, his endless rambling could be shrugged off as the produce of alcohol, but to the more perceptive friends of his... they’re just downright obsessive

⇢ he sings songs of praise about you, from the twinkle in your eye to your hard work and perseverance to the XXXX ! XXX ♡! XX ♡ XX?!?!! ♡♡♡ of your XXXX! XX ♡ ANd .. oops... did he ramble too much again?

⇢ sometimes, when the memories are too much, he comes to your touch seeking for comfort, but sometimes he’s too handsy for your comfort, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a liqour daze too disturbing for your liking

“perfect...” he mumbles, mouthing against the skin of your collarbone and holding your hands in what is supposed to be a tender touch. instead, his nails grip too tight and he presses his hot forehead against yours. your breath hitches.

green eyes bursting with hearts and adoration, a drunken blush covering his cheeks as he giggles against your lips. the very picture of obsession.

“as i expected,” he breathes out, his nails drawing out blood from your skin.

“you really are a mortal worthy of my songs.”

[ “i’ve devoted my everything to you... won’t you grant me a little favor?” ]

― KREIDEPRINZ. albedo |  阿贝多

[ “your office overworks you too much. i can’t do much about that, but eat everything in your lunch today, okay?” ]

⇢ albedo, with all his talent and skills, found more gratification as your subservient housewife compared to all the popularity and applause his title as an award-winning alchemist brought him.  why would he choose a profession with such high and demanding expectations when he can enjoy a cozy life with you?

⇢ he pays a lot of attention to what food you’re eating. he knows all your allergies, dislikes, likes, and uses that to his advantage to create the perfect nutritious meal that he’s sure you’d like. due to a younger sister he’d grown up taking care of, the meals tend to look a bit childish, but hey, that’s part of the charm.

⇢ your home is like his own exhibition, canvases covered in vivid imagery hanging from your walls and sketches stacked on top of each other, pages fluttering whenever a cool breeze passes through your home. 

⇢ on the days when you have the time to laze around the house, albedo always gets a flash of inspiration. you watch him from the couch as he immerses himself in his painting. sometimes his eyes would flicker back to you, and he holds your stare with such intimacy that you have to look away and fan your hot red blush back down. honestly, this man really knows how to make you so embarrassed!

⇢ princely artist though he may be, let us not forget that he’s also a highly valued professional of the alchemy world. when he’s not spending his time painting or maintaining the house, he’s shut away in his own personal underground lab to tinker with chemicals at his leisure.

⇢ and without his co-workers to become his little lab rats, well, he has to resort to using you. don’t worry, the chemicals he’s researching on are all harmless fun! he’ll just place a little drop in your food, just a little bit, and stand back and watch you writhe and try your best to suppress your heating cheeks. or maybe he’ll use some… persuasion to have you all to himself for the rest of the day. honestly... what kind of partner are you, leaving him alone like that?

⇢ oh, and don’t even try to bring other people into your home. this is your little cozy haven between you two. they’re only ruining everything by entering.

“a little green?” albedo smiles from across the table, eyeing the man coolly as he folds his hands politely. to you, his smile is prim and polite. it’s stiff, but it’s only understandable because of the presence of your co-worker. you squeeze his arm in attempt to comfort him and he gazes at you fondly.

but once he turns back to the stranger, the loving light from his eyes quickly die. 

trash. dirt. maggot. pest.

of course, it’s only proper to get rid of insects.

“eat up.” albedo mouths, never stopping his smile.

[ “now, now, don’t be so shocked. this is but a trial experiment.” ]

― TRIAL BY FIRE. bennett | 班尼特

[ “a-ah! don’t look! the food isn’t finished yet!” ]

⇢ for you. he tries his very best! he’s always been a hard worker, taking care of his dads and scurrying to finish commissions, but being your partner and taking care of the house while you’re away gives him the most satisfaction! 

⇢ he takes immense pride in being your husband and is always supportive of whatever you do! he loves to hear your stories from work and is always a great listener. his reactions are cute and eager, and sometimes you have to take a deep breather just to hug him because you just can’t resist at all!

⇢ he’s friendly with the neighbors and he tends to help out with community services when he’s done tending to the house. the old people of town adore him, and children like playing with him! but folks say that as soon as your name comes up, he immediately turns into a blushy, rambling mess, and everyone can tell how much you really mean to him!

⇢ you’re really... too amazing, juggling a demanding job and an overclingy husband like himself. an inferior being such as himself should work hard to not lose his position next to you! after all, everyone has shunned him because he was such a nuisance to be around... who’s to say you won’t do the same?!

⇢ ah--! he dropped another plate in the middle of his overthinking. and... what’s that creaking sound...? is the... is the tree collapsing?!

⇢ this... can’t be! not again, not again, not again! he has to clean up before you come home, or you’ll get mad at him! he doesn’t want to disappoint you! he’s finally found his role as your husband— he can’t imagine life without you! no matter how painful the splinters spear into his hand, or how the ants bite and make his hands throb, he has to endure this pain.

⇢ this is nothing compared to life before you, anyway.

sometimes your husband could be stubborn for all the wrong reasons. you eye his bandaged hands and how he grimaces when he insists to hold your things for you.

“this is nothing,” he smiles when he notices your worried gaze. he brings your hand in his and sigh at the warmth of your hand. it’s warmer than his own flames. another sign of your superiority.

“i’m used to it anyway.”

it’s so bitter and dark that your own words fail you.

[ “not now, not ever... i can’t live without you anymore.” ]

― THE DARK SIDE OF DAWN. diluc | 迪卢克

[ “present yourself with dignity at all— gh! don’t try to distract me with a kiss.” ]

⇢ absolutely fucking hopeless with affection. you’ve dated, had your kiss, held hands, then married and did all the steamy stuff that comes after it. but one peck on the cheek and he’s this close to keening over and dying. 

⇢ he tries to lecture you even with a flaming hot blush on his cheeks. he’s standing there behind the counter, preparing your lunchbox for the day, droning on and on about creepy men and proper etiquette, but all you do is slyly look on knowing that you’ve stirred him up with one kiss. he shoves the box in your hands with a glare, but still escorting you to your car with his usual gentleman aura. pull him in for another kiss, won’t you?

⇢ he’s less of a househusband and more of a work-from-home kinda guy. come on, did you really think he’d abandon his multimillion mora company for the domestic life? he’s still busy within the house, taking phone calls while he sweeps and dusts. he could hire some maids and butlers to take care of everything, but this house is only fit for one medium-sized family and he’d rather do without the fussiness that came with helpers. 

⇢ think balls and fancy suits and ties. you’ve married a ragnivindir, and high society etiquette demands that you show your faces in a social setting at least once per month. the upper class is filled with people who sin as a lifestyle, that including diluc, so he pulls you in and makes sure that none of these people corrupt you with their impurity. his teeth chatter when a man leers at you or when a woman covers her face with a fan as she sneers at your obvious naivety. diluc is trained to smile no matter what, but you as his partner have already caught on to the lightless look in his eyes. 

⇢ archons forbid someone dare insult you in front of him. most people have the sense to not insult a ragnivindir, but there are still a few loose tongues that he hadn’t cut off. the look on diluc’s face is so cold that the lively atmosphere of the party have dropped rock level. how laughable, that someone as impure as they are have the gall to insult you. he didn’t marry you for nothing. you were a different existence than the rest. compared to him and the lowly dwellers of society, you’d be the only one to reach celestia.

⇢ he’d snap their neck himself, but he had given too much of himself away tonight. the only other way is to slowly watch them descend from society. and diluc would be watching, unaffected, and your hand tight in his as he forced you to watch too.

diluc is nothing but a loving husband to you, but you still fail to comprehend how monstrous he really can be once it came to your dignity and honor.

it started off slow, whispers of laundering and debauchery behind the scenes brushed off as mindless chatter. but then the receipts of illegal transactions broke the news, then head witnesses, then a full-on court case. they had won, much to the dismay of the public, but their reputation already had branded them as scum. there was no doubt about it— the court had been bribed.

diluc sips his grape juice from the kitchen counter, casually listening to the television news as you shift uncomfortably on the bar stool. setting down his glass, his eyes curves fondly as he swoops in for a kiss, never minding the way you had stiffened.

it was greedy, it was warm, it was hungry. it was a show of power. you reminded yourself for the nth time in your marriage to keep yourself the way he liked you.

[ “remember this: you are my love because you are the purest being possible.” ]

― FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN. kaeya | 凯亚

[ “oh, dear me, i think you’ve forgotten my goodbye kiss!” ]

⇢ he’s a real tease, alright. every moment with him feels like the first time you’ve met, tipsy on the bar counter and drunk flirting with you till you jabbed a finger into his chest and told him to ‘piss off, pretty boy.’ since then, he had completely devoted his life into pestering you for your attention and love. now here you both were, married and still playing this game of cat and mouse.

⇢ well, whatever. he’s handy around the house, but if any of those children who came looking for spare money came by, he’s all too eager to send them off and do the cleaning for him. you try to berate him for ‘child labor’ but he shrugs and says that they asked for it. then he’ll swoop you into a hungry kiss (he’s secretly been agonzing over your lack of presence the whole afternoon— the kids are already tired of hearing him groan) in front of the poor children, and it’s really just an awkward time for everyone but kaeya.

⇢ he’s known as the cool adult around the block, but you and the childrens’ parents can’t deny his bad influence. oftentimes the kids do weird things like putting out lit street lamps because apparently they were trapped souls and the parents have to complain it to you because kaeya never listens. when they do confront kaeya, he immediately glides over the topic and smooth talks them into treating him to the finest wine in their cabinet. up to this day, no one has realized kaeya’s doings.

⇢ despite his seemingly chummy relations with the neighbors, you’re really the only one who knows knows him. oftentimes he’s needy, hugging your back and pressing kisses across your neck while you try to prepare food. sometimes you catch a dark glint in his eye before he throws you on the bed and make you breathless for the rst of the night. you brush it off as your own imagination.

⇢ but you’re right, however. just because kaeya’s a retired knight doesn’t mean he’s lost all his connections. he knows the ins and outs of your workplace, has one or two people keeping tabs on you and your friends. he knows the shady dealings of your company and how your boss likes to prey on naive little things like you. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him uneasy, but the sadistic glee that comes with the thought of your crying and terrified face overrides any concern he has for your safety.

 ⇢ fighting with him… well, it’s honestly pointless. the man is manipulation incarnate. he has your weakpoints memorized and abuses it until he has your crying and shaking. you’re so cute when you’re docile and clinging to him like this. it’s endearing to hear you hiccup curses at him while your tears stain his clothes. really... you should just listen to him. makes everything a lot more easier.

“now, now,” he coos, not bothering to hide the delight when you stumble forward into his chest and start bawling.”i’ve said nothing but the truth, have i? you started this mess. shouldn’t i be the one crying right now?’

“n– no,” you hiccup, glaring at him through tears and sniffling your snotty nose. “you know— you know what you’re doing! you’re being on– on purpose. you’re like this every– hic!-- every single time!”

“oh, and now you accuse me of things i never do. i speak nothing but the truth with you dear.” grabbing your chin roughly, he sneers down at you and wipes away a tear. “it’s not my fault it hurts you so much.”

[ “crying again? goodness, come here. can’t you handle a little joke every now and then?” ]

― WOLF BOY. razor |  雷泽

[ “lupical... back home early... missed you lots...” ]

⇢ one would be uncertain if razor, the wolf boy who was raised in the forest, would be fit for domestic life. surprisingly, he’s quite the good boy… guaranteed that he gets his time outside. did you really think you could keep him inside all the time?

⇢ if you get him a wide backyard space to run around or tend to, razor would be a very happy boy! he’s only ever known how to hunt for food, to scavenge for berries, and dig up roots to fill his stomach. but you’d be surprised to see wolfberries slowly sprouting in your backyard and his proud little smile as he skips over to you for praise. you could get him a birdfeeder too, if you get into his head that those pigeons are not prey.

⇢ despite being strange, the neighbors find him very endearing. the two of you always manages to get freebies from the neighborhood moms and you have razor to thank for it. since his knowledge of cooking is only limited to eating it raw and sticking it on a stick then grilling it over an open fire, you tend to cook most of the time. no worries, though! razor will do his best and learn!

⇢ although the mothers in the neighborhood fawn over him, he still has a hard time trying to communicate with anyone but you. so his days lounging about the house tends to be lonely, and oftentimes he’s whimpering into your shared bed as he inhales the side of your pillow. he knows you have to work, but still… he can’t help but feel abandoned. the moment you enter the house, he immediately latches onto you and never lets go.

⇢ beware though, the moment he smells someone else on your clothes his fangs are immediately bared. his lupical have thought him to be territorial, to not let anyone take away his possession. and you, my dear, are his possession just as much as he’s yours. he’s utterly confused. didn’t you two ‘marry’ just to be each others’? why did you let someone scent you?

⇢ he feels betrayed, but he couldn’t be mad at you! he is, after all, just a stray you picked up from the streets. it isn’t his position to do so. what he does, however, is immediately drag you into the bath and wash off that overwhelming scent off you. no, no, no. you’ll spend the rest of the night pressed against his body so that he may smell himself on you again. you don’t bother to comment on his angry red eyes and his shaking hands as they scramble to feel your body all over.

⇢ wrapped in a tight embrace, your thoughts drift to your friendly co-workers, and you pray that razor doesn’t sniff them out. human though he may be, he was still raised by wolves, and he had been taught to never lose to the enemy pack. 

“razor, they weren’t trying to scent me,” you try to explain, even if he looked at every part of your body but your eyes. “humans don’t scent each other.”

razor knew that much, even if he found it a bit perplexing. but even if that was true, the strong scent of both women and men on you was too much for his territorial nature to bear. his dull eyes zeroed on your nape, before swooping in and nuzzling his lips against a soft spot. 

“razor is yours,” he mumbles. the vibrations tickle your skin. “and you are my mate.” 

teeth start to grind your skin and if one looked into his eyes, they’d be convinced that they were staring at a beast. 

[ “ you can tell razor to do anything. even if it means blood.” ]

[yestrday]

Are there times where housewife!Scaramouche and reader just have soft moments with each other? Like things doesn't matter and they're just holding each other in silence?

of course there is! you wouldn't have been able to convince scara to marry you if he didn't connect with you on a deep, emotional level! bonus points: you're the only one in the world who will ever see him like this!

your husband is a... troubled man, and more often than not he'll get nightmares from his past. it's obvious in the eyebags and his red-rimmed eyes that he hasn't gotten much sleep. silently, you'll take over his chores and cook breakfast for the two of you. sliding him a steaming mug of milk, you kiss his temple and sidle up at his side on the couch. your breaths come out— yours slow and steady, his shaky and shorted— but they come out nonetheless. it's a grateful reminder for you and especially for him.

on other days you're typing away on your keyboard, desperate to send in your project proposal before the deadline. it's well into the night, 11 probably, and you've gotta submit this before midnight. dimly lit by the golden glow of your lampshade and the burning light of your laptop, you tap tap tap away with increasing desperation.

you barely register the shuffling of the bedsheets behind you, the light pained gasps from under the blanket, till scara shoots up straight with scarcely a scream. it does startle you, and your reading glasses slip off when you hurriedly turn to check on scara. he's pale, barely breathing, and when you lock eyes with him there is a small and silent plea.

fuck the deadline.

you gently close your laptop and slip under the sheets with him, hugging his pale and clammy figure close to you. he buries his head into your chest, choked-out sobs barely there. it's pathetic it's pathetic it'spathetic, screams his mind at him as you stroke his head. you pepper kisses on his hair, saying otherwise.

you hug him close, till his painful sobs ease and give away to deep, shallow breathing. you let yourself close your eyes and drift off to sleep with him.

the next morning scara nags at you for missing the deadline, and you laugh sheepishly as you get your body out of bed. no one brings up what happened last night, but he does slide you a plate of your favorite breakfast.

today you kiss him even more gently than you ever did, and scara kisses back, affectionate eyes turned up into a silent thank you.

[yestrday]

I know Housewife! and Academy!Scaras are diffrent universes but how did Academy!Scara became housewife!scara in the 2 bbgirls Scaramouche fic?

My HC is Reader and him are in a relationship but Reader went away for awhile for some reason and Scara just missed them so much that he started being really protective and a bit affectionate towards Reader after they came back lol

the housewification process only begins if reader takes the lead. otherwise, scara would completely dominate your life, forcing you into a life of lavish riches and luxuries while you're (literally) chained to his hand.

a darling that doesn't push him away despite all his atrocities, is genuine and actually cares for him, makes him melt into a puddle of confused mush. his conflicted feelings— his pride and prejudice against the entire world, his want to be loved and held— tear him apart. he's in a mess, but one look at your smile makes his feelings clear: you are the one thing he cannot live without.

so yeah, what if his grades are falling? what if he no longer shows up at family dinners? fine, whatever, he'll help you with that homework. he'll manipulate and even kill if you want that position in the competition so bad. he'll do anything to make you succeed, because that's how completely devoted he is to you. and at the end of it all, he'll slip a ring on you and be there to support you. because if there's one thing he's completely sure of in his entire life, it's that you'd never break his trust.

call it out of character, but how else would you make a housewife out of scara unless you've broken him in?