ăŒThe genshin Boys fanboy over their favorite idol, you.
>Albedo, Xiao and Scaramouche (separately) x gender neutral reader
>Format: headcannons
>Warning: none
>note: extremely short I'm sorry hh
ăŒAlbedo
âąThe not-so-casual casual fan
âąLike,, he listens to your songs religiously but nobody needs to know that ehe
âąHe just normally talks about your songs like a normal human would but then with people he's friends with specifically Sucrose,,
âą"Okay so basically, this song means that theyăŒ"
"Mister Albedo you need to go home it's lateăŒ"
"I'M NOT DONE, anyways their first album meansăŒ"
âąAlways rambles about your songs it's the cutest
âąRanks your songs by his most favorite to least, though he loves all of themÂ
âąHe would over-analyze all of your lyrics no matter how light hearted they are, you could be talking about cats and he would link it to how animals are going extinctăŒ
âąAlways listens to your songs when studying or just generally doing any task and always sings along
âąHas all your songs memorized by heart and he just randomly hums the tune or sing the lyrics without realizingÂ
âąHe doesn't get to go to your concerts very often but he always has your assigned glowstick each time he can go
ăŒXiao
âąNone of his friends expected him to be a fan of you until they heard time blast your songs when he thought he was home alone.
âąWhen he's walking somewhere with his headphones, everyone would expect that he's listening to hard rock or something similar but no, it's just you on loop
âąHim: đ€đđđ€Źâ
âąThe music he listens to: đđđ§ââïžđŠ
(This is a joke, dw I hate it too)
âąFalls asleep to your music a lot, it's somehow very comforting to him
âąYou were the one who inspired him to start learning how to use a guitarÂ
âąDefinitely cried when he got to go to one of your concertsÂ
ăŒScaramouche
âąOpenly slandered you on Twitter and has been banned way too many times
âąBut don't let that fool you, he's an international superspyăŒ I mean a huge closeted fan that waits for hours outside the stores as soon as one of your albums come out
âąHas a whole strategy on how to hide all of his huge collection of merchandise in his room, if he ever invites someone in his room in the first place
âąHas two different accounts where the first one is a well known [name] hater while the other is a well known [name] stan
âąGot your autograph when he got backstage passes to your concert and he has it framed in his room
ăŒBeing the genshin boys' rival but they're head over heels for you
ăŒChilde, Diluc, and Albedo (separately) x gender neutral reader
ăŒFormat: headcannons
ăŒWarning: slightly suggestive in Childe's part, no beta we die like men
ăŒChilde
âąI pray for you
âąBoth of you are harbingers and even before growing fond towards you, he would constantly ask you for a fight since you're a higher rank than him. Extra points if you beat him almost effortlessly
âąLowkey insults you in a roundabout way every now and then just to get under your skin. He likes seeing your angry expression more than he would like to admit (masochist muchăŒ)
âąYou guys probably are partnered up quite a lot for him to start liking you. Might even barge into your own mission or somehow insert himself into your everyday life
âąHis mouth: "Comrade, your form is great but if you'd want to keep beating me then you'll have to do some workïœ"
âąHe really started liking you because one of the times you were paired together for a mission, you two encountered a lost child. He saw that you were patient and kind towards the child which is basic human decency but nevertheless, he thought it was sweet.
âąYou better get ready for a small child who looks just like your irritating partner but more innocent to run up to you asking if you're the person his brother has been talking about in his letters.
ăŒDiluc
âąI was originally planning to make you a business competitor but that was a bit boring
âąInstead, you're another hero in the shadows who protects Mondstadt when the sun goes down. (Batman 2.0)
âąMany people gossip about you and the dark knight hero, always asking questions they will never have answers to. Who are they? Do they act together? Are they the same person?
âąYou first appeared around the time Stormterror first appeared along with a bunch of more hilichurls. Generally just when Mondstadt was in need of more strong helpers and there just so happened to be one, you.
âąDiluc didn't really mind another person protecting Mondstandt, but he needed to know their motive. But somehow you slip out whenever he gets a chance to even glance at you
âąDiluc was a bit more exhausted than usual one day because of overworking himself (tsk tsk)
âąAn abyss mage got him in the right moment and injured his leg.Â
âąOf course, you come out at the perfect moment and finish off the abyss mage and carried him to safety
âąEver since then, he not only focused on protecting Mondstandt, he also focuses on finding out your identityÂ
âąWhether it's to give his thanks or just his curiosity, he wishes to be able to have contact with you again. After all, he needs to know who his "partner in crime" is. (It's totally not because he thinks it's attractive how strong you are oh no no noăŒ)
ăŒAlbedo
âąOKAY the thing is. I don't see him as someone who really gets competitive regarding his alchemy or art, he just gets curious andÂ
âąHe slowly noticed Klee started visiting him less and less. It didn't really bother him at first, she must've got into trouble and was in solitary confinement
âąUntil she started talking about a friend she has who has been very nice to her and how she loved fish blastin' with them!
âąAlthough he doesn't admit it, he enjoys Klee's company and does not want to meet you, Klee says otherwise.
âąIt's okay, you must be a good person since Klee likes you and I need to make a good first impression so Klee won't be upsetăŒ
âą"Aww, are you afraid I'll steal your little sister?"
âąChallenge accepted.Â
âąYou somehow have a competition on who Klee likes more?
âąNow he's being extra affectionate by giving Klee headpats, candy and even going fish blastin' with her! At first it wasn't that big of a deal until his affection started moving to you.
âąHe started instinctively being affectionate towards you, it might have embarrassed him but he somehow couldn't stop? He was just as confused as you (Klee in the background somehow just knows)
âąOver time you stopped fighting over the title "Klee's big sibling" and just became Klee's big siblings.
âąYou went from bothering him during his experiments so that he'll mess up to visiting him during his experiments to check up on him. He went from drawing you in three strokes to being able to spend an entire day drawing you
he's perfectly happy with having either his face between your legs or his cock buried inches deep in you for hours on end. images of you underneath him consume his mind, and it has him throbbing in his pants throughout the workday.
no matter how hard thoma tries to focus on the task at hand, his mind keeps drifting off, daydreaming about how prettily you moan his name as he trails his tongue between your folds and sucks on your puffy clit, how sweetly your voice rings in his ears when you ask him to go faster when heâs thrusting in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, how you gush and keen when he gently curls his fingers, the pads of them gingerly brushing against that one squishy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
these thoughts of you and the sound of your voice ring inside his mind; it makes his head spin and his knees falter. itâs quite amusing, just how frequently ayaka's had to ask him whether he's okay from the way he has to catch his balance paired with the red hue that paints his cheeks and the sweat that makes his hair stick to the back of his neck.
thomaâs embarrassed by how often he finds himself visiting the bathroom at the kamisato estate, forehead leaning against the wall and trembling hand working at his boner, trying his best to emulate the feeling of your plush, velvety walls around him.
what shall he do with you today when he gets home from work?
should you expect his hot breath on your core? his tongue, lips, and fingers working in sync to make you spill your juices all over his face repeatedly throughout the night until youâre reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess beneath him?
maybe heâll have you cum on his cock instead, rutting into you in a way that has you mewling out his name and clinging onto his bicep as if it were your lifeline, legs trembling pathetically around his waist as you feel his tip nudge the most sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.
or perhaps, if heâs not feeling too exhausted, heâd indulge you in both.
thoma has a lot to look forward to every day, but nothing beats coming home to your sweet, pretty pussy every night after a long day at work.
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XIAO.
- xiao is genuinely such a good roommate!
- he's responsible and cleans up after himself ><
- he also has this little duty roster to say who does what chores on what day XD he's very organised!
- i think xiao also cooks well >< yes. he pretty much eats almond tofu but he knows that you have to eat other things as well.
- the two of you study together at the dining table frequently! your table is a mess of cables and phones and pens and earphones but sigh. college students </3
- but...
- xiao. hates. mess. continuing from the previous hc, he would pack everything up really fast when you're done :"D
- i feel like he would be those types of people who get containers for literally anything. big batteries. small batteries. medicinal cream. plasters. kitchen utensils. literally everything
- oh, but you like it. >< it's such a wonderful sight to see him pack up like marie kondo XD
- there's so many things he just does for the dorm and you're super grateful to him for it hehe
- conclusion: clean freak. marie kondo. best college roommate <3
KAEYA.
- ooh kaeya. okay
- he's... messy, to say the least. he has a disorganised aesthetic, if that makes sense?
- cold winter nights mean that you get to see him in a turtleneck~
- he uses the excuse "but i'm cooooooold!" to hug you XD
- i think kaeya is genuinely a... clutter person. he's a hoarder bc he's sentimental? perhaps? he has lots of old trinkets lying around bc he can't bear to get rid of it.
- (its cute though)
- kaeya can cook.
- he can cook well. like pastas and soups and stews and stuff like that. he's awesome that way XD
- you'll see him doing the uh... he do the cooking but you do the cleaning <3
- he makes breakfast and dinner for the both of you! kaeya also makes sure you eat proper, regular meals â he doesn't want the two of you to be the stereotypical college student living off ramen
- yes. kaeya KNOWS how to get a good bargain at the market >:D
- conclusion: 10/10. best malewife. his food is AMAZING.
DILUC.
- diluc đ„șđ
- late night tea sessions with him. literally tea while you two talk about everything and anything
- like kaeya, winter season is turtleneck season <3
- cmon! you can't tell me that you can't imagine him being in a black turtleneck!
- anyways, i think he's pretty good at cooking! probably even better than kaeya XD he can make pasta and sandwiches and fish and chips and stuff like that âąuâą
- diluc likes to switch on the lamp next to the couch and read a book: a thread inspired by my neighbour <3
- so my neighbour has this beautiful lamp that she puts next to her couch, and at night its just this... cozy, warm place. i love it so so much
- and that's what i envision for your apartment!
- its just warm and cozy. the door is always open for anyone who needs shelter or someone to talk to, there's always a fresh plate of cookies
- conclusion: he's the besssst roommate <3 10/10 would recommend... maybe not. you want him all for yourself. XD
THOMA.
- ahhhh!!!!
- ahhhhh!!!!!! (2)
- thoma is genuinely such a malewife wonderful roommate
- he do the cooking he do the cleaning XD
- thoma is really organised! he's one of those people that stick labels on each thing so its all clear and neat >< he also cleans like.. you know the way of the househusband? tis him, but gentler!
- i mean. not that the mc of WOTH is not gentle LOL
- thoma is really good at keeping the house habitable!
- and good at taking care of you as well! he ensures regular meals and if you're sick, he'd boil chicken soup for you or something XD
- the two of you make dinners together frequently heh. one time he brought back an entire lobster LMAO
- but thats a story for another day
- he's such a good roommate pls come home c6..
- conclusion: I LOVE HIM. 10/10 an amazing roommate you'd definitely miss after college!!! <3
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genre; headcanons, fluff, family dynamics i wish i had, zhongli best dad, paternal figure reader, baby xiao, baby ganyu, platonic, established relationship with zhongli, househusband zhongli canon
[she/they reader] [fem honorifics used]
masterlist | kofi
a/n; hey,,, im back after an eternity,,, im probably gonna go off the grid again and not post anything KSHDJSHDFHJ. anyways kokomi came home, i did indeed want her to come home but i did lost my guaranteed bc i lost the 50/50 to qiqi i think
not the point, she came home now and now im saving for whatever character i want ig idk, i have only like about a 23 pulls saved up so far, wtvr, hope you enjoy this <3
side notes: baba is dad in chinese :)
so now you had xiao and xiao was a little shit in the best way
sometimes he gets really clingy and he favors you a lot AND IT SHOWS
"mama!!"
"xiao please, i have to cook tonight for your baba."
nothing stops this small boy from getting his attention from his mama
and just like that, you have a xiao clinging onto you
you and zhongli were much better parents now after taking care of xiao for a long while
but it seemed like the family didn't stop growing, zhongli had found another child
ganyu, he called her
she was an absolute sweetheart, not as clingy towards you as xiao is
she tries her best to help out around the house even if you didn't need any
she lives by what zhongli had told her, "don't let your mama work too hard."
and she takes it very seriously.
despite being a small baby she somehow tries to manage getting you to relax once in a while
whether it was just taking a nap or just playing with her, she tried her best to keep you from working too hard
zhongli could not be more prouder
of course when you find out, you can't even muster being mad as you look at your husband and daughter with their cheeky smiles knowing that you can never stay mad for too long
now xiao and ganyu, the two weren't a handful at all, both easy to take care of and manage
however it took a while for xiao to get used to ganyu
it was like watching a kitten explore their surroundings
sometimes he would pat her arm out of curiosity, or even whack her a few times because he just wanted to
he used to whine when ganyu took your attention
ganyu ended up being a daddy's girl because of xiao's constant need for you
"well, like father like son. we both cherish you very much." zhongli would joke watching as xiao hugs you as tightly as he can
"i could say the same thing about me and ganyu, she seems to love you very much." you would quip back, smiling fondly at the young qilin hybrid
you smother both of them over the years
ganyu loves it very much
xiao loves it but he doesn't like to admit it
constant attention for both of them as you know of their situations
"ganyu you work too hard, come here, mama's gonna take care of you for a bit."
"but mama-"
"no buts. miss ningguang will just have to wait. your health is very important, im sure she'll understand."
ganyu really took that never making mama work to the end
she's always there to offer funds for you and zhongli if you needed anything
xiao kept the more dirty and heavy work out of your hands but his karmic debt was something he could not handle on his own unfortunately
"i'm here xiao.. you can always stay with us for a while if you need to, alright? i know it's very hard to deal with what you do, and i may not understand it very well.. but please know i'm here for you."
"..thank you mama.."
"anything for you and ganyu. i want you both to be happy."
tags: sfw but a little nsfw-ish if you squint, fluff, this is tiktok based since that's where i've always been hanging out lately lol, not proof read
People get mixed reactions about your relationship with Diluc. One side finds him hot and think you two are cute together while the other side thinks that you should dump him since he seems very unenthusiastic around you. You eventually called out those who were saying that Diluc seems like an uncaring boyfriend when he is actually the opposite in your actual relationship. You mostly film Diluc when you two are going out on a date, though not all the time since you knew how Diluc could get uncomfortable with cameras. Sometimes, you play harmless pranks on him like not saying "I love you" back, getting dressed so formally and ask him why he isn't dressed yet when there is actually no occasion for the day, and walking into his office naked when he's on a meeting. Diluc has very sharp eyes so it was hard for you to film these things at first but you got a hang of recording his reactions after sometime.
Kaeya is the one giving you ideas of what kind of videos to film, which is mostly thirst traps. Sometimes, he's the one grabbing your phone and filming the two of you together. Your fans seem to be huge simps for the two of you. He is very interactive with your fans whenever they ask something about him. People often comment how they want to be in between the two of you so bad but Kaeya would act possessive and tell everybody that he will never share his baby to anyone else. You can't do much prank videos on this guy because he knows what type of videos are trending especially for the couple trends. You tried to one time, but the tables turned and you were the one pranked instead. He loves to make you flustered while you're filming. He will say some cheesy lines out nowhere and openly flirt with you in front of the camera.
Your fans adore Zhongli. This is mostly because of him being unaware with social media. He rarely uses them after all. It is so easy to do those prank videos on him. You feel guilty sometimes since he genuinely doesn't know how to react whenever you pull a prank on him like that 'calling your boyfriend another man's name' trend. It is also adorable when he catches you filming him secretly and he just smiles at the camera. Your fans call him a DILF and when he asks what that means, he only gets confused since he claims that you two don't have any child yet. You then tell him that he does look like a DILF and he gets even more confused, asking you if that was your way of asking him if you want a child with him. And that video made your fans call him a himbo next and you didn't know whether to explain to him what that means or not.
Childe inserts himself into your videos most of the time so you really don't need to show him off. Whenever you record yourself showing your outfit for the day, Childe will always whistle from the background and hype you up. When you're filming a thirst trap video, Childe would sometimes join in and flaunt himself as well jokingly, but your fans still respectfully simp for him. Your fans see him as a very supportive and funny boyfriend since they will always see Childe lingering on the comments of your posts. And he is very bold with these comments. When you post a normal video, he either cracks a joke or comment how beautiful you are. However, when you post a slightly suggestive video, Childe will comment something suggestive that only those with minds like him would understand, which is unfortunately most of your fans so you end up getting flustered when he does that.
a/n: itto brainrot im sorry also not proofread bc im sexy <3 f!reader btw :-)
i'm not kidding when i tell you itto has the heaviest breeder balls. i would know. because i've seen them. he loves pumping you full of his thick seed until he can actually hear it gush out of your tight hole every time he thrusts into you, along with the wet slap of his balls against your ass. he thinks these are the hottest sounds ever (third to your mewls of his name), and it has him pounding into you and stuffing you full of his cum until you're reduced to a sobbing, babbling mess below him.
building on this: after he's done with you, he'll watch his seed leak out of you, your pussy fluttering at the feeling of it cooling down against your hot skin. he grunts and tries to shove it back into you, but to no avail, fails as that just ends up coaxing more of his cum out of your stuffed hole. but a single drop mustn't go to waste! so he'll wipe it up with his thumb and trace your lips with it, making you suck it dry. so sexy of him <3
he loves, loves, loves seeing you with his fingers in your mouth. he's not sure what it is about you lapping innocently at his cum-covered fingers that has his cock stirring awake, but god, does he love when you do it; it has his head falling back and a soft moan of your name escaping his lips. suck and lick on his fingers and he'll be at your mercy. bonus points if you do it while dry-humping itto; it has him cumming in his pants.
itto would absolutely shower you with praise. he'll tell you how good you're being for him, how you're taking his cock so well, how you're an angel on earth, how beautiful your body is; how it's carved by the archons and crafted just for him. the little whines you let out in response to his praise rile him up so much. it inflates his ego knowing that he's the only one that gets to see you and make you feel this way.
show his horns some love, please <3 they're so incredibly sensitive, he swears he nearly cums when your hands grasp and caress and tug at them while he spits on your pussy, his tongue and lips working in sync to coax your juices out of you so he can lap them up like water.
belly bulge kink!!!! the fire of arousal that stems from the pit of his stomach upon seeing the outline of his dick on your abdomen is like no other. it takes every ounce of self-restraint, which is something he doesnât have a lot of, to refrain from splitting you in half on his cock with harsh, forceful thrusts. instead, he opts to press the pads of his thumbs down onto the bulge, which in turn digs deep into the most sensitive, spongy spot inside you; it has you seeing stars and crying out his name.
slow sex with itto... he's so entranced by how your cunt sucks him up, spasming around him and your nails digging into his tattooed biceps. he stays still like this and admires your fucked out face, knowing how dumb you get upon feeling every vein and ridge of his dick pulse against your squishy walls. archons, your walls feel so good around him. so velvety and warm, he swears it's like heaven. his every thrust into you is slow, taken with intent and careful calculation, and it has him painting your walls with his seed sooner than he'd like to admit.
despite how hard itto cums from you giving him head, he never asks you for it. you're his princess, you should be the one cumming all over his face, not the other way around! but since you love him so much and you find it so insanely hot how he lets out desperate, breathy moans as the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat, how could you possibly resist giving him the best blowjobs heâs ever received.
adding onto this: he's big. SO big. he knows he's big, and he tries so hard to be gentle with you when he has his dick shoved down your throat. one thing you do that drives him insane? sucking on the tip of his dick. it's definitely the most sensitive part and the way you play with it, licking and kissing the large vein on the underside of his dick that leads to the tip has his thighs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of his head. itto tries so hard not to fuck your throat as if it were your pussy, but he can't help it, not when you're sucking and licking him in all the right places that has him cumming all over your face. your jaw aches horribly the next day, but it's 100% worth it.
reblogs r appreciated! tnk u for reading ily ( Ë¶Ë ÂłË(ââ Û ââ)!
CW: Yandere, unhealthy relationships, emotional and physical abuse, manipulation, drugging, stalking, noncon, somnophilia, kidnapping and confinement
Albedo
All ever reclusive and mysterious Albedo would never let you know that he has his sights on you, until itâs too late to do anything. His affections start small - you piqued his interest and so he decided to indulge, teal eyes trailing your figure a second longer and him paying a bit more attention to you speaking, still looking as bored as ever.
This spark, however, soon grows into a wildfire, consuming his attention and thoughts, as he starts to spiral down the path of obsession. Alchemist starts to visit the same places you do, no matter how crowded they look to a closed off recluse, throwing discrete glances to you from time to time, as his hands quickly scribble something in the notebook. Heâs always there, in a background, but you rarely question his presence - despite the intense stalking Albedo rarely interacts with you directly, resigning to just observing you like some sort of an exotic animal.
At first heâs content with simply watching you, soaking up all the different expressions and sounds you make, committing them to memory and paper. By the time he finally realizes all the depth of the sentiments he holds towards you, there are at least half a hundred sketches of your face and body, all of them neatly stacked and hidden near his bed, a secret that he is unwilling to share with anyone not even Klee.
Then his curiosity and obsession forces him into doing something much more than just observing - he sneaks into your house at night, reveling at the sight of your peaceful sleeping face. Those dark hours are spent between sketching you sleeping and simply watching. He loves the way your skin glows under the pale moonlight, or how your chest rises and falls, or how you sometimes twitch and make subtle expressions, reacting to the happenings of your dreams.
From there on his hunger for all things you starts to rapidly increase, and he begins to feel in a particular kind of way every time you interact with others. Itâs an ugly feeling, angry and possessive, gnawing at his insides and rattling in his head, bursting out like a volcano when you direct your smile to anyone that is not him, which is almost always.
Albedo staggers a bit, when he realizes how livid he becomes when you contact others, he tries to suppress his affections - itâs one thing to simply watch and observe, itâs another to do what his mind suggests. He fails, he moves on and he begins to plan.
Everything is taken into account as Albedo arranges your sudden ârelocationâ - knights, method of kidnapping, your likes and dislikes, the place where he will hide you from the world, possible escape routes, safety of your being and state of your health.
Itâs easy to fake your illness and convince yourself of it, adding just a drop of special odourless and tasteless solution to your food and water. Your limbs grow heavier, frame weaker and your fatigue seems to increase with each passing day, as strange yet persistent aches torment your mind and body alike. No one in Mond knows how to cure this seemingly sudden ailment that has befallen onto you. You battle it and get desperate once your quality of life decreases significantly, so desperate that you decide to travel to Liyue upon hearing of the possible cure. You leave Mond in haste, taking just the most essential of things, along with a bag of mora to pay and head to the road to the Harbour.
You never make it past the border, both milleliths and knights rubbing their heads at your disappearance - there are no leads, no traces, not a single clue that would hint to your location. Soon everyone chalks it up to the mysterious illness you developed, strange malady devouring you from the inside seems to be the general consensus and no one asks why the alchemist starts to spend even less time in public, shrinking his already small social circle to just Klee and his two assistants, or why he buys double the amount of food. Some of the Mondstadtians grieve upon hearing of your absense, but Albedo is unusually cheerful that day - he finally has you, all to himself, free to watch, hear, taste and study you for all his heartâs desires.
âFascinating, you are so fascinatingâ, alchemist whispers into your skin, fervent in his belief like a devoted worshipper praying at the altar. You still yourself, stifling the scared whimper at the back of your throat and suppressing the shiver that is desperate to finally get out. Albedo is a scientist at his very core and youâre the greatest mystery in the whole world in his eyes. Anything you do will be scrutinized and memorized down to the smallest detail, so you donât. You donât want to add even more fuel to the flames of his obsession.
Amber
Cheerful and optimistic Amber tries to always look at the brighter side of things, not letting anything deter her from the achievement of her goals. Her being the only outrider? It just means that she must work harder. Her flight license was confiscated again? No worries, she will pass exams with flying colours. You donât love her in return? Ah, Amber just needs to prove her intentions and conquer your heart. Or maybe you do like her, and youâre just too shy to openly admit it. Her friend, Eula, says one thing and means completely another, you, probably are the same case, words never matching the intent.
Her descent in obsession happens almost instantaneously, a love at first sight as she thinks, like two fated lovers meeting for the first time in fairytales she read as a child. Amber is smitten with you and loves everything there is to you, your voice, your face, the words you speak, even if theyâre full of barbs and venom. Knight can spend hours following you like a lovesick puppy she is, admiring just the way you are.
She starts to insert herself into almost every situation that has anything to do with you, offering her help and companionship - sure, anyone would like to have one of the knights of favonius to save and protect them from any danger that can appear on their way. Her presence is overbearing and equally annoying, with the outrider rushing to aid you in any task, no matter how small or arduous it is. If you accept her hand and then thank her afterwards, it will send her to the seventh heaven, memories of your gratitude enough to keep her warm even against the harshest Dragonspine winds.
She will never chain you up and lock you in some dark basement, believing that a human needs freedom just like a bird needs its wings. It doesnât mean you will be free from her though, as Amber is ready to do anything to win a sliver of your affection, except leave you alone, kind words and adoring looks sent her way will be enough to convince the outrider to move mountains.
âAmber, stop!â, you scream as you look in horror at a tiny red figure in the air making one sharp arc after the other. Your heart almost stops when you see her getting dangerously close to the ground - thereâs no chance of survival if she collapses, not at such high speed, but a second later the outrider lifts herself riding the wind stream better than any bird. You see Amberâs wide smile from the distance, she must have heard how concerned you sounded, and you curse yourself - now, she will do it again and again, milking praise and worry out of you.
Diluc
Diluc is a type of person to set impossibly high standards both for himself and people around him. And if he, Ragnvindr heir, who was trained from his early years and the youngest person to attain the title of Cavalry captain in the history, can keep up with self-imposed unsaid requirements, others cannot. It irks him in a subtle way, annoyance rising every time heâs subjected to the failings of the rest, so he decides to minimize some of his interactions. It saves him time and prevents the already present headache from growing further and further.
This is also the same reason why he remains single, despite his seemingly infinite wealth and top bachelor status attracting countless families to introduce their daughters in hopes of marrying them off. No matter how arrogant it sounds, thereâs just no person who fits all of Diluc's requirements - he wants someone kind and helpful, mature and competent in their field, yet frail and helpless enough for him to shower them with love, care and protection. Ragnvindr yearns for close connection, sustained by the shared sentiments and unwavering trust.
You, he thinks, fit all of the points. Diluc doesnât pay you much attention when he first meets you, guessing that you will be just a passerby at best and mild annoyance at worst, yet all of his negative predictions are dispelled as Ragnvindr gets to know you better. The way you smile and speak, the way you look eager to converse with him, a sulking and brooding loner, the way you move, so fluently and effortlessly like a cloud swimming across the skies on a tranquil day. Long before he realizes that, he has fallen head over heels for you, his eyes stopping on your face and lips especially for far too long.
You will remain mostly ignorant towards the affections the dark knight hero holds towards you - itâs truly hard to tell with his constant poker face and almost annoyed manner of speaking, so you just assume he likes to glare at you for some unknown reason. Diluc will try to take the first steps - inviting you for walks and dates in the luxurious restaurants, leaving expensive gifts under your door with a "from secret admirer" note stuck to it, flocking to the side of your house during his nightly vigilante hours. He kind of shoots himself in the foot with his attitude though, despite harbouring such gentle sentiments towards you he still can't properly express them and what should be a romantic date soon turns into the tense and awkward situation that both of you don't want to be in.
It doesnât matter whether you realize his intentions and answer him with reciprocation or refusal, or even stay ignorant to a fault, as Diluc starts to worry. Life has shaken him once, taking away his father and trust in the better world, throwing him into the pits of despair, as he tried to submerge his pain in the mindless massacre for years, risking both his life and sanity in the quest of revenge and bloodlust. He doesnât want anything like that to happen ever again, doesnât want to get down to that level again, unleashing carnage and violence, he doesnât want to spend countless nights sleepless and full of grief, mourning another loss, so he accompanies you almost everywhere and even offers to move in with him.
You refuse him, of course, itâs too soon and too abrupt, and Dilucâs words are full of barely hidden possessiveness and jealousy. Your decline does nothing to deter him, but he gets a bit subtler in his approach, in the way he views you. Ragnvindr continues to watch over and accompany you, but now without your knowledge, hidden by the shadows. His anxiety gets worse as he witnesses what he thinks are dangers to you and your health both physical and mental. All of those negative emotions soon condense into something darker and scarier than any bloodshed he had committed during his voluntary exile - it gnaws and eats at his sanity, awaiting for the spark to set off Dilucâs obsession.
Said spark can be anything really - maybe youâve got robbed, maybe you caught some cold and spent the next three days feverish and delirious, maybe you just ended up lost in the forest and had to wander between the tall trees for hours as darkness started to descend upon Mondstadt. Itâs enough to send Dilucâs heart racing, as he throws a hastily put plan into action. He kidnaps you and locks you away at the winery, away from the dangers of the world and other people, bribing corrupt knights on the way into destroying all leads left and stopping the investigation early.
Your screams and cries do nothing to change his mind, even if he feels so guilty for hurting you. Itâs fine, Diluc reassures himself, you are safe and sound, it doesnât matter whether you agree with him or not as your security is a top priority, not your whims and wishes. Ragnvindr distances himself after your nonconsensual ârelocationâ, giving you time and space to cope with that sudden turn of fate. He tries to be lenient and understanding with you, he truly does, but the thing is archons didnât bestow a gift of patience upon him. Tread carefully, as livid Diluc is capable of unleashing truly monstrous things and now youâre in his power, helpless to do anything.
â[First], you have tried to escape todayâ, Diluc hisses, voice low, angry and dangerous. A visible tremble goes through you, as you are intimidated by the sudden change of his approach to you: usually gentle and forgiving, Diluc now seems like a completely different person. He takes slow steps towards you, his figure growing scarier with each one. You try to back out looking for an escape with the desperation of the drowning person as his hand roughly grabs yours. He has a steel grip on the limb, fingers almost crushing the wrist as he says, his scarlet eyes looking straight into yours:"I hope you have a very good explanation for this".
Eula
As a progeny of the former tyrannical clan, Eula has already accepted the fact that she will be despised by the masses just for the clan she was born in. âItâs hard to be likeable when your family has a depraved reputationâ, is what the spindrift knight tells herself after another hard day, having to face one unjust judgement after another. People are wary and cautious of her, sneering once they realize who exactly the knight before them is, as if all Lawrences carry horrible diseases with them.
So, Eula decided to stop vying for their approval, letting her words be cold and cutting. If there are open minded people who can think for themselves without depending on the public view, she will welcome them with open arms, if not, well, it saves her time - thereâs no sense in dealing with them or trying to change how they think about her.
She falls with you the second you greet her with a warm smile - maybe you're a foreigner, who is unaware of Mondâs darker history, or maybe youâre one of the few people willing to look past the blood ties, treating Eula like a regular person. Itâs a strange experience, to be treated so amicably, she of course has been subjected to the kindness of others before - Amberâs friendship and Jeanâs acceptance are a proof of that, but it was still sudden, even jarring to receive such conduct from you.
It takes her a while to even admit to herself that she likes you more than just a dear friend. Despised and scorned both by her family and citizens of Mondstadt, love is something that she lacked her entire life, closing off the heart for anyone. Itâs scary for Eula, to realize how much power you hold over her entire being, simply because you smiled and was decent to her. She tries to suppress those feelings, yet they keep resurfacing, her heart skipping a beat and cheeks rapidly heating up when her mind wanders to the daydreams of your shared life.
She wants to take the first step, but is too afraid to spoil the friendship that blossomed between you two. Still it doesnât mean that she wonât try to chain you down to herself. Eula guilts you into staying with you, part of it is intentional, the other is not. You canât leave her, not now, not when the Mondstadtians despise her despite her service as a reconnaissance captain.
Sometimes, Eula dreams of being born in a different time - centuries ago, when the Lawrence clan was strong and respected, anyone would be honored to be even associated with her family. Would you be just as sweet to her as youâre now? Or would you try to win her favour? Itâs an awful, depraved dream, but Eula canât stop but imagine all the possibilities. She could have taken you by force, and locked you up and no one would stop her, her lineage enough to give carte blanche for any debauchery.
She wakes up that night, all sweaty and aroused, your begging still ringing in her ears, as she swears to never take the cursed path of her ancestors. It gets harder and harder to abide by this rule with each passing day.
âHave they bothered you, [First]?â Eula says, her lilac eyes shifting from you to the figures of troublemakers running away. They decided to give you a flock for befriending Lawrence, nagging and annoying you for a good five minutes until the spindrift knight appeared before them, her threatening posture and displeased eyes enough to send them fleeing in an instant.
âOh, itâs nothing seriousâ, you start, ready to just let this incident slip, but youâre cut off by her next words. âNonsense!â, she hisses, voice lacking the usual warmth: âI will have my vengeance for this slightâ. Despite knowing Eula and being subjected to her strange sense of humor for a very long time, part of you gets scared - never in her life Eula sounded so serious and deadset on her goal. You let out a nervous giggle, noticing how your friend continues to drill the holes into your perpetrators with her eyes alone.
Jean
Acting grandmaster Jean has a lot of responsibilities to uphold, the whole Mondstadt is reliant on her and the work she does, so the idea of romance has really never crossed her mind. She just has no time nor energy to pursue an intimate relationship with someone - itâs taxing, itâs tedious and it's distracting. That's what she thinks until she meets you - it might be an incidental meeting, it might be a scheduled one. It doesnât matter, what matters is that it changes her opinion regarding romantic endeavours, her mind clouding with the prospect of dating you.
This revelation isnât enough to pull her away from work though, as she uses her infatuation with you as a way to motivate herself to work even harder. She has to protect Mondstadt and make it safe, itâs her duty, an oath she swore not just to the average faceless citizen, but you specifically. You are both intimidated and captivated by her workaholic tendencies, as the usually busy grandmaster buries herself into even more paperwork, deaf to all of the worried requests to get some rest. Only when you and Barbara together almost beg her to stop and take a break, she allows herself some breather.
Whether you both are in a romantic relationship or not, you will most likely try to look after Jean, bringing food and tea to the Dandelion knight when next time she decides to overwork herself to near death, and reminding her to take stops. A smile blossoms on her usually stern face, headache from the fatigue and lack of sleep already dwindling at the sight of your concerned face. She will politely refuse the offer of your help, intent on battling the mountain of documents all by herself, the most you can do is bring her meals and keep her company while she works.
If you both end up dating, then prepare to have a lot of your dates either declined or cancelled. Time and energy are two things that Jean always lacks ever since becoming acting grandmaster in Varkaâs stead - sometimes your romantic walk under the stars clashes with her schedule, sometimes sudden complications arise, throwing all out of your plans into an open window, and sometimes Jean is so exhausted that you feel guilty even for suggesting to do anything. You end up putting her to sleep, your hand petting her hair as she drowses off.
Honestly, she is not a very intense yandere - the most she will allow herself is to ask knights to keep a closer eye on you and your friends - for your well-being, of course. Jean is also a bit antagonistic towards your companions, especially if she gets an impression of them being a bad influence or having criminal tendencies. The knight will never voice her suspicions or act on her feelings though, already feeling too guilty and awful for even having such thoughts, resigning to just enduring their presence near you.
You will also have the company of the knights should you ever leave the city's walls, Jean reasoned it that âperson of your importanceâ must always be protected and safe, no matter your actual status or profession. You can be a traveller who helped her subdue a dragon, you can be a wandering scholar bringing priceless knowledge to Mondstadt, you can be another knight serving Barbatos with her, or you can be an everyman citizen, lacking any mind blowing achievements - in either case Jean will always see you as someone worthy of high praise and respect.
Both her attitude to work and the obvious way she cherishes and favours you is what actually guilts you into staying with her and obeying her every whim, even if neither of you realize it. Jean kind of unintentionally manipulates you - you wouldnât rebuff someone as hardworking and devoted as Jean, right?
âActing grandmasterâ, you enter a spacious room with a knock, holding a tray of food and drinks, all made by you, still hot and steaming.
âAh, [First]â, Jean lifts her head, shifting the attention from the paperwork to you: âI see you brought a meal, thank youâ. She takes the utensils and helps herself for a spoonful of your cooking. You donât ask her any questions or demand to rest as you did before, content with just the fact that she finally ate something. Thereâs a tight coil of worry and anxiety for Jeanâs health and you want to cry, unable to change stubborn knightâs ways, so instead you resign yourself to these little acts of love - food, meals, massages, company, a very small price to pay for her work, truly miniscule.
Kaeya
Despite his friendly and charming demeanor Kaeya actually is a very cold person - partially by his nature, mostly by what he had to live through. The horrors of Khaenriâah, his abandonment by his father and the subsequent fight with Diluc all left deep gashes in his soul, making him wary of intimacy and close relationships. Love, he thinks, is a faraway concept for him - he dated for a while here and there, even had some friends with benefits and a fair share of one night stands, but all of those occasions were just stress relievers, nothing more, there was no real emotions behind them, nor any trust between partners.
He gets a bit irritated with himself when he first catches a "crush" on you, his mind wandering back to your face and voice during his working hours, distracting and throwing him off. Cavalry captain decides to indulge in it a bit, thinking that a couple of rounds with you will fix him, at first mistaking his heartfelt sentiments as simple sexual attraction. Whether he gets you into his bed or not is another story, but his feelings do get deeper for you from now on.
Kaeya is actually scared, realizing how much power you hold over him. He will never show it, of course, but the simple knowledge that someone managed to become so dear to him against his will is grating.
Itâs a hedgehogsâ dilemma for him - humans are social creatures, meant to yearn for closeness and company of the rest, but those two things are something that makes one vulnerable, open for hurt and pain that others will inevitably inflict no matter intentionally or not. Intimate relationships, however fulfilling they can be, are always carrying the risk of mutual harm, and Alberich, considering his past, is someone who's willing to go beyond just to avoid this happening again.
Itâs easy to worm his way into your life, Kaeyaâs charm and good reputation aiding him greatly in his endeavour. Unlike most yanderes, Kaeya doesnât need a chain or a dark basement to keep you near him - his words and subtle manipulation are enough to make you return to him again and again, no matter how much he humiliated you before. He toys with you when heâs bored, scaring and intimidating you into almost complete obedience, he destroys your self-esteem piece by piece, when heâs in a bad mood, and then rebuilds you again, when heâs feeling generous enough.
During your ârelationshipsâ you will slowly start to lose the sense of self, no longer sure in your authencity with the way khaenriâahn forced you to change again and again. You have the idea that Kaeya is bad for you, that his words and actions are abusive and highly manipulative, yet you no longer can find the strength to leave him, learned helplessness and fear weighing you down and tying to him like a two big anchors.
âCome on, [First], just a small sip,â Kaeya laughs, nudging another glass of red liquid into your face. You squirm on his lap, feeling more discomfort with each passing second - you are already lightheaded and dizzy from the wine captain forced into you some time ago, world shaking and trembling under the influence of alcohol, yet you canât refuse him for some reason. Youâre afraid that something will break in you if you do so and he will look at you with cold eyes and say those callous, burning words again.
Lisa
Itâs easy to forget that Lisa is considered to be the best student in Sumeru academy for the last two hundred years, when she spends her days in the library, sitting at the counter and yawning like a lazy cat. Behind that careless attitude hides a sharp intellect and great power, to turn clear skies stormy and punish those who don't return books in time
Lisa charms you in an instance, her natural good looks and alluring personality easily enticing you into chats and idle walks. All of the conversations with the librarian seem eye opening, as her wit and vast collections of knowledge shine in their full glory.
Having seen the mad ravings of her fellow scholars in the Sumeru academy, Lisa is quite aware of the allure all hidden and prohibited knowledge carries, secrets sweetly beckoning to solve them. She also knows that the mystery is something that has a pull over all people, be it a secret of the universe or a dirty laundry of the neighbours. Everyone wants to know something forbidden, to stick their nose in it, regardless of a price or consequences.
Lisa read all of the books in the Favonius headquarter library, so sheâs adept in more fields that she let on, a fact that becomes obvious in the further conversation. She will try to become a sort of mentor figure to you, as this will put her into a position of power and authority. Maybe you want to learn magic and potions, maybe you need some generally obscure knowledge, Lisa is happy to oblige for a small price.
The payment for her tutelage is miniscule, she doesnât ask for mora or gems, preferring your company instead. You will be assigned to help her sort new books or fill out reports, maybe you will even sign books in and out. Boring yet easy work, that will also be rewarded with a small tea party with her.
Unlike most yanderes, Lisa is lazy, she wonât lose sleep or plan some grandiose schemes to get rid of the competitors, even if the fact that you do have life outside of her does bothers her. Why would she need to scare away your friends if you will do it yourself? She can give you too many homework assignments, so you just donât have time or energy to think about your little friends, as well as she can slowly convince you to break the bonds between her rivals. One honeyed lie after another, a seed of doubt growing into a full tree and bearing itâs fruit after a while, you drink her deceit with a cup of tea she offers you after your chores. Why would you trust them? Lisa knows theyâre bad people, dragging you down to the very bottom, and Lisa always knows best. Just listen to her, she is much more knowledgeable than you, both in academics and interpersonal relations.
Like Kaeya or Amber, Lisa would rather have you free - despite all of its allure, the idea of locking you away is far too troublesome and poses more drawbacks than benefits. The witch will have to find a place to keep you in, prevent your escape attempts and somehow earn the trust that she will inevitably lose back. So, no, she canât kidnap you, her schedule is already too full for her liking, your confinement will make it worse. You will come back to her anyway, for the knowledge and for the fact that you donât have anyone else to go - Lisaâs gentle encouragement helped you disown most of your friends.
If you are someone busy, say adventurer or the traveler, running from one place to the other, taking one assignment after the other Lisa will try to fix that. You are working so much, It will be a wonder if you don't have a lot of tension pent up just the sheer stress. One drop of the sleeping essence dissolved in the fragrant afternoon tea and your eyelids are filling up with lead, a sudden exhaustion overtaking your body as you slamp in the chair. Lisa will use your vulnerability as a way to acquaint herself with your body - her hands will lightly probe and caress at your skin, careful not to leave any marks behind, then she will get bolder, clutching and fondling more intimate parts. Your whimpers are soft and faint, as she helps you reach an orgasm. Itâs good for you, she whispers into your ear, planting a kiss on the revealed collarbone. All of this work will do no good for your health, in a stricter voice, like a mother scolding a child.
She drinks in the sight: your vulnerable frame laid bare and all to herself, itâs so exciting and marvelous starting from the gentle slope of your neck and ending with your uneven breathing, that her body urges to satisfy her own needs, arousal spiking up as she licks her fingers clean. Lisa stops herself, of course, this is about you, not her, she is here to help you, a little hard working cutie that you are will need all of Lisaâs assistance.
âMiss Lisaâ, you finally straighten your back after hours of work: âAll of the books have been sortedâ.
âAh, how nice of youâ, she purrs and takes your hand into hers, âI already prepared some tea, any work should be rewardedâ. The librarian leads you into the secluded area of the library, revealing two chairs and a round table with a steaming kettle and teapot awaiting you. Your legs grow weaker as you get closer. You see, you had a dream, as you once drowsed off into light sleep during the âtea partyâ, and while said dream was vague enough for you not to remember anything in particular, the sensations remained. It was a mix of arousal and pleasure with a sound of Lisaâs voice whispering something incomprehensible. You woke up then, with a blanket wrapped around you, and immediately looked around, hoping that you didnât moan in your wet dream. Lisa was right there, a usual smile plastered on her face. Did she see or hear any of it? Or was she just smiling because you fell asleep?
"My darling [First] you look so gloomy today", Lisa says again, distracting you from your thoughts:"here have some tea, maybe you will relax a bit"
Rosaria
Rosaria isnât the type to rely on others, nor is she the one to socialize in general. To her, the rara avis of Mondstadt, other people are usually either annoying nuisances or short-lived bursts of entertainment. Barbara, for example, is a definition of the former category, with all that constant nagging and pestering about a church work or choir or other boring stuff, while Kaeya is in the latter group - cavalry captain is perceptive enough to see that the odd nun needs nothing but a drunken banter and jokes, keeping a respectful distance on the other days otherwise.
She is fine with it, really - close relationships are complicated, fickle things as unreliable as people in general, and Rosaria was under the âgentleâ mercy of others once, long enough to discourage her from ever seeking companionship, memories of cold, hunger and beatings engraved in her mind. Thatâs why she gets annoyed when she first catches feelings - they distract and annoy her to no end, like a thorn lodged deep in the side, flaring up everytime she sees your face or hears your voice.
The eccentric sister tries to drown her âcrushâ at first in alcohol, then in work. Nothing helps really, as her thoughts start to spiral around you way more than she would like. Her heart almost stopped when you decided to beam at her, as an unusual warmth made its way into her soul. Rosaria both cherishes and despises this feeling - she yearns for your companionship, to be the sole receiver of your laughs and tears and smiles, to protect and be protected by you.
Unable to deal with her feelings, she will resort to stalking. Rosaria, agile and uncatchable as a black mist, will start to follow you everywhere, her wine eyes tracking every of your motion. Her actions donât go unnoticed, with you sensing a strange gaze from the darkening corners, that only intensifies once the night fully sets. Itâs an anxious, paranoid feeling that eats away at you. A thought of dark spirits and demons and other fairytale monsters appears in your thoughts, as you recheck your abode over and over in a single night.
You end up going to church, hoping that the darkening eyebags or the fatigue evident in each of your movements donât show how desperate you are. Rosaria, strange as it is, decides to be a good nun for once and visits the church too. She stands like a silent protector as you tell others of your âghostâ problem, an unusual, but subtle smile blossoming on her lips. Sisters start to offer various solutions to you, a nightly prayer, a lone pilgrimage, a hefty endowment to the Barbatos and his servants.
She offers to help the last, a simple deal - one night under her protection for a small amount of mora. You agree to her conditions, it would be stupid not to, and all those strange noises and disquietening sensations cease at once. Rosaria continues to guard you, demanding more and more - a handful of coins grow into a shared breakfast, that later somehow turns into a mutual visit to the Angelâs Share. You donât complain much, Rosarisa is a genuinely good company however severe and odd she can be, if you ignore the fact that she sometimes pressures you into drinking and scares off other people with her presence alone, honest and pious in her own non-comforming way.
âRosaria? What are you writing?â, you try to take a peek into a standard church issued journal, as the nun carefully maneuvers her body, hiding the book from you.
âNothingâ, she replies, but you, bold both from the alcohol running in your blood and recent âfunâ, decide to press further: âOh, sister Rosaria, please take pity on this poor god-fearing parishioner. This servant of Barbatos will die from curiosity, if you wonât extend your grace and share what youâre writingâ, the last part turns into high drunken giggles.
She sighs and takes a step towards you, cupping your face with one hand: âI will show you, but for a priceâ her breath fans you face, the smell of alcohol hitting you again - she drank even more than you, but still looks and acts sober. You quickly nod, forgetting about self preservation as she quickly leans in and kisses you. You moan into it: Rosaria's tongue is strangely cold, just as cold as the fingers creeping in underneath your clothes, she herself is wild and forceful, deepening the kiss as you try to distance yourself, using one hand to keep your head in place. When she finally lets you go you gasp for air, a mix of fear and arousal singing inside.
"It's not the full payment", Rosaria whispers, an unhealthy blush spreading on her greyish-purple skin. She looks tempting and terrifying as she attacks your lips again.
Venti
Venti is someone who is intimately familiar with death. The bard was first, starting a long and never ending sequence of departures: his followers, his allies, his enemies and the simple passerbys. Time, like a merciless butcher, ends one life after the other, reaping what it once sowed. Thereâs no way to stop it, nor is there any sense in trying to do so: itâs, to Barbatosâ dismay, a natural way of things, something utterly fundamental and unchangeable, like a blue sky above, or the solid ground underneath.
Anemo archon, despite all his love for humans, learned to accept that. It hurts and grief overtakes him on especially bad days, as he goes to another tavern and decides to get drunk. Humans are precious, but they're also mortal and frail, their already short lives endangered by illnesses and injuries, wild beasts and even other humans. There's no sense in opposing it, yet his heart despises that, now even more that he met you.
The winborne bard, despite his young looks, is an old soul weathered down both by time and losses, the things that used to excite him before donât do now even if he still plays faux wonder not to upset anyone. He saw death, starvation, pestilence and war - a rare thing can phase him.
Thatâs why he gets a bit confused when he falls for you. Romantic love and passion were things that always avoided him, even if he sang poems and ballads full of their mentions. For the first time in centuries Venti feels unsure and unfamiliar - itâs a new thing, he feels like that small wind spirit again, and you're the new nameless bard in his eyes. Precious, mortal and frail.
He wants to keep you safe, having witnessed millenias of death, even if it goes against his ideals. Who needs freedom, when youâre dead? Of course it is not some dark, musty dungeon, but the whole Mondstadt, with every lightest breeze being Ventiâs eyes and ears. You will never learn of your confinement, he wonât allow you to have even the slightest doubt or inkling of your indepence. Everytime you try to leave Mondstadt an uncharacteristically strong gust of wind rises and skies darken, strange blizzards last for weeks and your plans are completely crushed.
He will approach you in that time, his carefree and witty nature charming you in a second. Venti spent centuries living among humans, disguising as one, and he knows what makes you tick very well, having heard your prayers once or twice, it's no wonder that you quickly befriend him.
He is a pleasant company knowing what and when to say things, even if some of his drunken antics are enough to form a headache. You spend time with him in shared joy and laughter, as he suggests one breathtaking idea after the other, and soon start to develop feelings for him too, unaware of the darker urges lurking underneath his skin.
Sometimes Venti wants to whisk you away - somewhere hidden and desolate, to the place where only the wind can reach, so he could be the only one to drink in your sight, to hear your lovely voice. Sometimes he wants to mark you, an anemo vision would suffice, so not even mortals but archons alike wouldnât be able to touch you in any way possible. Sometimes he wants to make an immortal out of you, prevent your inevitable death and shackle down to him with a burden of unending life.
Those are awful thoughts, he swears he will never act on them, but itâs hard, especially when he sees you. You wake up to an anemo vision one day, winds bring the gift of immortality to you on the other. His first wish still remains unfulfilled, but who knows for how long.
"What is happening?" you say more to yourself, than to the others, as winds lift up your form, and soon you are flying high in the sky, the ground becoming further and further and people slowly turning into tiny dots, before disappearing completely. Air carries you through the whole Mondstadt, and you try your own anemo vision to no avail, the teal orb shining yet not responding. You spend hours in the air, as forests underneath soon change into the green fields and sharp cliffs. A former Storm terror's lair, you realize, eyes widening in confusion.
They gently lower you to one of the steepest and tallest cliffs, leaving you alone with a landscape of the desolate ruins of the city and the familiar green cloaked figure.
âVenti?âHe doesnât look like a cheerful bard anymore, ancient power coursing through the veins. For the first time in your life you are scared of him.
you find it almost endearing, at first, venti just loovees taking pictures of you with the silly little camera he bought at a flea market he visited with you. and, even though you've never been one to take pictures, everything seems so much more fun when he's around! you really stop caring about whether it looks good or not, often striking silly poses with him, or caught off guard while eating. you don't think it's weird how he manages to find you cute in every single one.
but no, he still wont let you swipe through his gallery, no matter how prettily you ask.
i mean, what would you think of him if you saw yourself in all those pretty, indecent shots, hm? having your sweet, little face on almost every picture is great, but it's not like he's gonna show you the other thousands of pictures that eat up almost the entire camera's memory. all of the panty shots he managed to slip when you wore a skirt much too short, or-god forbid, all of the beautiful pictures of you, happily napping away the evening while he jacks off right on your face? he's quick to clean you before you wake, just as he was quick to slip those pills on your tea.
and, well, don't even get him started on all the requests your "friends" beg of him. you truly don't want to know just how much they'd love to see you wrecked.
Summary: In the middle of Liyue's darkest period of terror, the legend of a bloodthirsty Yaksha terrorizes the land. The little village you grew up in is growing weaker as raids continue, and you become the victim of their despair and superstition. So they offer you as a sacrifice for the Yaksha to take.
CW: Stalking, General yandere behavior, mentions of violence.
âThe one who makes blood pour like rain over the fieldsâ. That is what you and everyone you knew called him.
You were taught to believe that even speaking his name out loud was the same as wishing death upon your people. That he was a bloodthirsty demon, that he was death incarnate, the product of sin and everything evil.
But no one told you how beautiful he was, not one tale mentioned his eyes that gleamed like yellow stars haunting the night.
Had you known the fate your so-called people chose for you, you would have whispered his name and let the most beautiful being in the world bring its carnage upon them.
You smile bitterly at the darkness of your own thoughts, maybe you deserved this fate after all.
Your people feared you too, deemed you a curse long ago when you had your first encounter with the Wind Yaksha. "You were marked!", they said as you were being tied down, "He chose you back then, and by denying him you will end up dooming us all!". Your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as they dragged you outside your house. You promised to leave the village and begged to be given the chance to survive on your own. They were condemning you, you screamed, amidst chants of "Get her out of here!" and "Cursed child!". The faces of all the people who knew you since you were born twisted into demonic disfigurements as your tears clouded your vision and you lost consciousness. By the time you had woken up, he was there. Staring right into your soul.
No fair trial for the wicked, it seems.
Your lips tremble as a few more tears stream down your face. Right, I am about to die. How awful would it be that your last thoughts are of the traitors you once called friends and neighbors. You force your eyes open once more, looking directly at the monster in front of you, the moon shining on his back as your sole, silent witness. If you were to die now, you wanted the last thing you see on this wretched, cursed land to be beautiful.
"I guess this is it." you mutter, incapable of stopping your voice from breaking "It's been weeks now, I think."
His eyes travel towards the ropes that painfully tie your wrists. You must be imagining things, as you almost see anger and pity swirl in his eyes. You hold your breath as he steps towards you, and flinch as he nails his bloodied weapon on the wood floor.
He approaches carefully as if you were some type of wounded animal. You were, deeply. The unfairness of it all made your blood boil.
"I remember when I first saw you." your voice stops him in his tracks as words blur out of your mouth. You didn't know if you were trying to distract him to stay alive, or just wanted to speak your mind before you were gone. "I went beyond the gates to pick mushrooms. I had never done that, you see. I knew the rules, I knew there were too many dangers beyond the village's borders, I knew that I was too weak... And I can stand hunger, but not children's tears. And the little boy two houses next to me cried of hunger, and no one else seemed to do anything about it."
Tears build up until you have no choice but to close your lids, you couldn't speak more, and you didn't need to. He knew the story very well. Saving you from the attacks of monsters and delivering you to the village's entrance had not gone well for you.
Of course, things could have been better for you had he not made his presence around the village known. After that little incident, sightings of him became more and more frequent, as if he was, somehow, waiting for you to come out again. You learned of the gifts left on the village's entrance, which often remained untouched out of fear. Sometimes the gifts were comprised of food and medicinal plants. Other times, corpses of beasts that used to terrorize the village.
But you didn't leave the village again... Until now that is, but that was not voluntarily.
When you open your eyes, you find the Yaskha untying the ropes off your wrists, without touching your reddened skin. You notice that the gloves on his hands had small, scattered marks that gave them a slightly rough appearance. They were the hands of someone used to wielding a weapon, no doubt. You think about the lives that he has ended with them, and how easy it would be for him to tear you apart, should he want to.
You dare not to move as you watch him looking at the dents left on your skin. Almost imperceptibly, his thumb slides over the red mark on your wrists, and the other fingers follow the same motion. The sensation was the same as if a bird's wing gently brushed your skin. His eyes travel back up, seemingly unable to hide how elated he is to have you this close. His gaze shines as he studies your face up to its last detail. A sick feeling stirs on your stomach at the eerieness of being watched so thoroughly.
"You won't hurt me," you realize out loud in a sad tone, "but you won't let me leave either, isn't that right?"
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Yan! Chongyun x Reader (Love Letter & Bad End - Yantober Prompts) [High School AU]
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