✮⋆˙The Abyss That Gnaws At My Heart ˙⋆✮
⭒⌒★ Yandere! khaenri'ans x Reader★⌒⭒
゜。♡𝐼𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝒻...♡ ｡ ゜
｡꩜˚⋆Please tell me not to go, We've been here long. before, I live under your eyelids, I'll always be yours ⋆˚꩜｡
Imagine Yandere Rerir... who falls in love with his nemesis after his rebirth
It's blood and bone over and over. She's been here before. Sometimes it feels like the only place she'll ever be. Rerir’s love is painful, like barbed coils ensnaring your heart. You despise him with every fibre of your body. Feel nothing but pure disgust as his lips melt onto yours, tongue slipping past your teeth to claim you. His hands rake across your flesh, leaving cuts and blood in their wake.
The wild hunt is always around you. Ambushing you wherever you may be. Seperating you from your allies. It’s in this darkness, this confusion, that Rerir appears. Toying with his little doll. Stealing forced kisses and leaving his essence marred across your body. Each scar evidence that you belong only to him. Sometimes you can still feel him opening your flesh, phantom pain that pulses with the abyssal powers of the sinner. His voice reverberates within your dreams, haunting you regardless of your state. He’s so sure you’ll surrender yourself to him wholly one day. He just has to scratch at your sanity a bit longer.
One day, you escape a wild hunt attack, only to find you now have a bizarre ring embedded on your finger. A moon with ragged spears piercing through it and a pulsing pink gen in the centre. Rerir flashes before you, pulling your wrist until you fall into his arms. “I have given you my prized possession. You now wear my heart.” He pulls you into the abyssal rip he’s made, his abyssal arms clawing at your body, pulling you deeper into the void. You scream, no one hears. Instead, it’s muffled by the sinner’s kiss.
Imagine Yandere! Surtalogi...who falls in love with a girl from another world
Imagine being a princess or just some spoiled, sheltered girl in another world. Who, for reasons unclear, Surtalogi, the great menace, the foul. falls for. Maybe you're his first contact upon entering your bizarre, beautiful planet. And rather than be frightened away by the extraterrestrial armour-clad giant in front of you, you instead begin to inquire about him. Query after query, your questions start to slither beneath his armour. Awaken dormant memories from a life left behind.
Who is he? Where did he come from? Why is he so tall and imposing? And for whatever reason, the Foul can't help but find your mannerisms cute. Out of naivety, you even try to help him find "the strongest on your plant" for him to fight. Believing it all to be an innocent hobby of his. Battle-crazed doesn’t always equal bloodthirsty, right? Oh, how naive you are. He can’t help laughing, lamenting about how easy life must be from your point of view.
Strangely, he should have destroyed your planet by now. But night after night, he comes to visit simply to bask in your sweet, innocent nature. Until one night, with tears drizzling down your gorgeous eyes, you tell your new "friend" that you are to be wed to some man whose name Surtalogi can't even bother to remember. Some hapless weakling. He tries to offer words of comfort to keep you content until your wedding day. And on such a fateful day, as you walk down the aisle. Surtologi begins his onslaught on your planet, ripping it to shreds. Destroying everyone and everything in his path. He saves a duel for your "fiancée," who is quick to cower and beg for his life, not even thinking about his bride. You stand behind him, shocked and stunned, yet still muster the ability to roll your eyes at your would-be husband. Watching as Surtalogi’s blade pierces his spine and splits his chest.
There’s a blood trail as the Foul walks down the aisle. A monster covered in abyssal energy. Prepared to claim his bride. "A wedding present, dearest," he utters while squishing your fiancée’s heart in his palm. Surtalogi slouches down. Iron claws digging into your sides as he kisses your lips. So tenderly it doesn't suit such a monster as he.
Imagine Yandere Vedrfolnir...who has fallen in love with King Irminsul’s daughter
It’s a silly crush he tries to remind himself. He should not spend so much time attempting to impress the princess with his prophecies. He should not stare at her so blatantly during court. It would not surprise him if the king ever caught him and sentenced him to enucleation. And yet still he looks at her with nothing but pure love, sickly tendrils coiling around his heart as he dreams of having you between his arms.
He sends his egale to spy on you when he’s not around. To peek through your window and watch as you partake in such mundane things. How utterly exquisite he finds you. Somedays, Vedrfolnir is over taken by a strong, strange hope. One not based on prophecies or glimpses of the future. But just hope that one day you will be his. That the kind would zealously marry off his daughter to his prophet. That Vedrfolnir can at long last hold you tenderly in his arms.
It’s been years since Vedrfolnir last saw his beloved. Five hundred to be exact. Somedays, while his crystallized body hangs in the air, moving with rhythmic momentum. He likes to think that you will find him, that you will kneel before him and join his order. He would make you his high priestess, his queen, his lover...
Imagine Yandere! Hroptatyr...who falls in love with a former student who is now a Hexenzirkel witch
He may be a prodigy, the mage of boundless knowledge. But is he not permitted to love? To long for a lover to hold in his arms. Probably not, he doesn’t think anyone would ever quite have an issue with his affection, although maybe more with his delicate, reserved personality. No, he doesn’t think anyone would deny him love...if only the man so often referred to as the wise hadn’t gone and fallen in love with a student at the very Universitas he runs. Hroptatyr longs for you from afar, always too scared to get too close. And then, when he steals the power of the abyss, he’s so certain he can have you now. And no one will dare stand in his way. Except someone, or rather something, does, Celestia itself sends its heralds to destroy Khaenri'ah, and once again, you are out of his reach.
Years later, too many for even Hroptatyr to keep track of. He finds you again. Now a powerful mage in your own right, keeping the company of dear Rhinedottir and her band of witches. My, how you’ve grown. It seems the years have been kind to you. And now he is ready, ready to finally make you his.
Imagine Yandere Dainsleif ...falling for his travel companion
Shortly after he and the traveler had parted ways, he’d come across a lone adventurer who’d been kind enough to offer him food and shelter at her camp. Only, after hearing all his wondrous tales of his adventures across Teyvat, you simply can’t let him go and beg the mysterious stranger to come traveling with you. To show you all the wonders
And for reasons unknown to even him, Dainsleif agrees. Maybe it’s the fatigue, the heart that’s broken more times than he can count. He should be all so weary of company by now, but there’s something about your presence. The friendship you offer so freely that has him eating out of the palm of your hand. Desperate for connection, for affection, for another person to simply be by his side.
After nearly a year of traveling together, of sleeping under the stars and scavenging for food out in the wild. The two of you happen upon a small village in Liyue, where you meet another man and fall in love. Of course, it hadn’t been so obvious back then. Dain still blames himself for being so naive to the signs. You’d begged him to settle down, to start a family of his own here. And yet you had never said that family would be with you. Dainsleif leaves; he still has his own plans that need fulfilling. He discards you in the village you seem to love more than him. It’s only when he sees you again, years later, that he realises he loves you. He has always loved you. Your ghost haunts him, phantom touch when he sleeps under the stars. Wishful kisses that never happened plague his daydreams. When Dainsleif thinks back to your first encounter, he blames his curse. He’d still been new to the curse of immortality and had yet to get used to its cruel longevity. He’d simply longed for a home, for someone who felt like his old friends, his brother, his travel companion. And you, wonderlust-struck, affable, you had answered that need so perfectly.
Only now that you have a husband and children, you’re a mother. And it would be all so cruel to rip you away from them...But then again, life had never been kind to him. Not when it turned his friends and brother into sinners. Not when it burned his nation to the ground. Not when it stripped him of his only companion left. And most certainly not when it gave your heart to another. No, Dainsleif decides then and there to take you back. No matter the blood he will have to spill to claim you once more. And who knows, maybe the harsh cruelty of reality will be good for you.
Imagine Yandere Rhinedottir...who falls in love with Albedo’s best friend
It is no surprise to her that her creation has developed quite a reputation in Mondstate, less so that he has blended in seamlessly with the humans, taking a few of them as close company. But it does surprise her how fast her cold, methodical heart beats when she spots you from afar. When her golden gaze falls upon you and her creation, and you collecting specimens in the cold, frozen domain of her other creations' corpses. In a way, she guesses there is some irony to this, some poetic justice she couldn't care less about. But from time to time, she can also feel Naberius’s heart race when their eyes land upon you. When they see you smile at a particular shade of a flower or the sweet taste of low-hanging fruit. She would be right to conclude that her other half is also starting to fall in love.
And maybe she is, too, in her own dark twisted way. Dreaming of tasting your flesh, your blood, your heart upon her tongue, the texture of the tender muscles between her teeth. Oh, she’s sure you would taste absolutely divine, and whatever part she takes, she knows she can so easily whip you up a new one using bioalchemy or Naberius’s powers.
Imagine Yandere! Albedo...who falls for a full-blooded Khaenri'ahn, cursed with immortality
He can not help but find little excuses to run to you with. Little alchemical miscalculation that can be regulated oh so easily if only he’d try. And yet he only wants to hear the answers from your mouth. To kneel with you in the pure ivory snow, as the frigid wind blows through your hair like windchimes. Listening to your sweet, ancient voice recount calculations and formulas from a bygone era that still withers deep within his artificial limestone bones.
“Well, back then, we used to reinforce our elixers with two parts salt to avoid deterioration and one and a half drops of liquid sulphur for elemental endurance. Oh, and we’d also... Albedo, sweetie, are you listening?”
He can not help the melancholy that wrenches his heart. He shifts ever closer to you. sly fingers reaching, trying to purloin a simple graze, desperate to feel the warmth of your body. Your gentle smile is so dotting, so utterly caring. Albedo likes to think of you as refined, having endured so, so much in your countless years alive. Having survived cataclysms and untold horrors, only to turn out so pure, so kind. So ethereally perfect. You’ve passed all the alchemical processes; you’ve reached the final stage. He can not help but look at you with the highest esteem, the grandest of wonder.
Would it be so wrong to call you mother? To rest his head on your lap and have you run your soft fingers through his hair. Would it be so wrong to imagine a life ancient and hereafter where he means the world to you. A world where you love him and care for him and would never abandon him as his creator did.
Imagine Yandere! Kaeya...wants you to be his queen
It’s hard not to offer you his heart on a silver platter. The new rookie knight enrolled in his division. You’re strong, wielding cyro with the same elegance and vigour that he does. He’d love nothing more than to freeze his fingers on your powers. Your frostbite is seeping into his veins and clawing at his heart.
“Keep this up, and you’ll be making vice-captain, one of these days,” he jokes as he watches you pull out your weapon from the seceased corpse of a hillichurl. He can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine. Masking his terror as his compatriot is slaughtered, he almost feels disgusted for wishing it were him. He imagines moaning as your blade pierces the tissue between his ribs. Pulling the blade deeper just so you’ll come closer to. Your cold lips meeting his icy ones. Frost on frost. Cryonecrosis.
Some nights, when the breeze blows through his window. When Favonius headquarters are especially dark. He likes to think that if, or maybe when, Khaenri'ah is restored. If he ever sits upon that mythical throne, then maybe you would sit by his side. Ruling as one. Protecting his homeland, his most cherished dream, alongside his beloved.
Imagine Yandere! Pierro...who falls in love with the Tsaritsa’s daughter
There should be little more than ice where his heart once grew. Hardened by the horrors he’s witnessed through his countless years. And maybe it’s just that, the pain that rattles within his bones that begins to grow so attached to you. Little ice princess, locked away within her frozen castle. Non the wiser to the terror outside her snowy domain, following in her mother’s footsteps while never seeing the grander picture the Queen Mother paints.
You’ve grown wary of his presence, you mother’s most trusted adviser, who seems to trail after you more than you mother. Who is always a heartbeat away. Who, you have reason to believe, is responsible for the disappearance and demise of any Fatui soldier that draws too close to you. There is never any blood on his hands, never any trace of death surrounding him. But the way his eyes lock upon you, possessive and obsessed, tells you the whole truth.
“You shouldn’t be wandering the halls so late, your majesty.” Even in the dead of night, he still looms. Ever present, like the snowflakes of Snezhnaya. “Am I not permitted to roam within my own castle?” you push, tone cold like icicles. “By all means, your highness roam. I simply wish to keep you safe.” You turn on your heels and walk away, but your heart drops when you hear the patter of his heavy footsteps behind you. He is always behind you, and can anyone really blame poor Pierro? After all he’s been through, all that he’s lost, can anyone in all of Teyvat and Celestia really blame him for trying to keep his beloved tsarevna safe?
Imagine Yandere! Arlecchino...who falls in love with a long-lost member of the Eclipse dynasty
It’s such a ridiculous notion to think there could ever be a restored Khaenri'ah where you and her rule side by side. Ending the war between the crimson moon and eclipse dynasties that led to her nation being destroyed in the first place. But much like the worn rabbit toy and Clervie’s necklace, Arleccino clings to this childish dream. Refusing to let it slip past her ash-worn fingers.
She looms in the shadows, following your every step. And when you know she isn’t there, can’t be there, her essence still radiates, like a flame that refuses to die out. Her sharp claws are always raking up your spine, tracing the curve of your neck. Your skin flushes under her touch, like fire and moon rays trying to melt your bones. “I love you, you know that, right?” Her lips are just as warm, ghosting over the shell of your ear. If she notices you trembling, she doesn’t care. It’s okay for her sweet little bunny to be scared of her, to tremble beneath her flames. It all pays testament to how she’ll keep you safe.
Imagine Yandere! Capitano...who falls in love with a Khaenri'an princess
He watches the blood drip from his blade, cascading rhythmically onto the crimson-marred ground. The bodies have piled up, their blood mingling like rivers pouring into the ocean. He’d gladly slay any dishonourable heathen who dares threaten you, any rogue scum who plots against you. And Thrain knows his loyalties must lie solely to the crown, to the king above all else. Yet, he knows you would sever your father’s head and hand you his crown should only you ask for it.
the youngest daughter of the Vinster king, a royal with no claim to the Eclipse throne. He had always felt this need to shield from the very first day your father introduced you at his court. That urge only grew stronger as he’d catch wayward glimpses of you sneaking around the knights' training grounds. You’re too troublesome for a bearer of the title princess. Frolicking around the gardens after dark. It’s a chore at first for the Captain to follow you around, desperate to ensure your safety. It’s his duty after all, whatever would he tell your father should you get yourself kidnapped, hurt or worse. Yet with every passing evening, his heart can not help but throb ever more desperately for his sweet, peculiar princess.
“You should teach me how to wield this thing, sir knight,” you declared one night as you hoisted up your father’s sword. Thrain is taken aback. Had you always known he was there? Slowly, he emerges from the shadows, eyes downcast. “M’lady, you shan't ever need to wield any such weapon, for my blade is ever in your service.” You smile at him so warmly and gentle. “Then at the very least you could keep me company.”
The eligible heirs of the court's nobles tend to wind up dead one by one. Any boy your father seems to choose for you to court. Is no sooner found slain in some back alley or deserted pathway. You're beginning to think you’re cursed, the castle staff whispers of dark forces that follow you around. And yet only Thrain knows the truth. He knows that no conspirators against the crown, no haughty noble heirs, no one in Khaenri'ah or above, not even Celestia itself, will ever pry you away from him.
And he would have swallowed your essence, harboured your soul within his decaying heart. Merged you inside himself, keeping his dear princess safe between the bones of his ribcage. Yet alas, the cataclysm sees to it that you slip through his fingers.
It’s only years upon years later that Capitano sees you again. Not as a phantom or a fleeting dream. But standing right before him, as the Tsaritsa introduces her daughter to her frozen court. The reminiscence stings like ice in his veins. He’s reliving the moments, choking on the bitter nostalgia. Have the heavens, so cruel and aloof, actually taken mercy upon an abhorrent khaenri'an by granting him his love once more?
He swears he’ll protect you this time. Keep you tethered to him, safe and sound. He’ll never let you leave him again. Capitano’s world stops as you stand in front of him. He melts to the ground as you present him with your hand to kiss. The warmth of your flesh upon his lips is the closest he’s felt to being alive in over five hundred years.
What are they feeding these Khaenri'an men!! Why do they all look so delicious 😭😭 and why do they all look like they'd be the perfect Yanderes! I mean, I was already down bad for Capitano and Rerir....but I think I'm also mega crashing on Surtalogi. And he's not even released yet😭😭 and let's not forget my first Genshin crush Kaeya, boy was the love of my life for so so long and then I lowkey forgot he existed 😅😅!! Also, Pierro is kinda hot too. The only one I've never really crushed on is Dainsleif idk why
