this is sudden but! this blog hasn’t been around for long, but some of you may know i run another blog (@yan-twst) along with this one. i have finally had the big brain idea to just... merge everything into a single multifandom blog where i can have everything organized in one place and also add series as i get interested in them- so long story short, i’ll be working on @lacrimariums from now on!
you don’t have to worry if i have not finished your request you sent here. i know i have like, 50 requests in my inbox, and i do not plan to abandon them! i will simply fulfill the requests over at @lacrimariums; it’s gonna be there! there is no need to send in requests again over at the new blog, but if you prefer to do so, that’s perfectly ok, too!
does this mean this blog is innactive now? i mean technically yeah but it’s more like the mod is just...... moving houses and inviting you along. i’m still gonna be writing the same content i do here, just mixed with requests on other series i like! (aka... twst. because i’m currently only into genshin and twst.) so yeah cool beans :D
Will yandere kaeya treat a civilian s/o differently than a traveler s/o?
warnings: general yandere themes, emotional manipulation, like one mention of drugs
the difference between the traveler and a civilian is just the different ways he can manipulate them to play right into his hand
with a civilian darling, kaeya has his title and his reputation to back him up. they’re not going anywhere- life in mondstadt is too comfy, too good for someone to abandon, especially for someone not well versed in weapons who can’t brave the path to neighboring lands. with a civilian darling, kaeya can play many hands: he can blackmail them, frame them for a crime they didn’t commit and threaten to use the faked evidence against them. or he can just ‘court’ them, knowing full well nobody would believe them if they said the calvalry captain was harassing them, because everyone loves kaeya in mondstadt. there’s no need to physically hold them down: he can ensnare them to him with a relationship and with his twisted affection. their entire life is already in mondstadt: they can’t just leave. but as long as they’re in the city, they’re right under his thumb. he’s got full access to slowly break their psyche, to use words to convince them they can’t leave him, that there’s no other option than to do what he says. he doesn’t need chains, doesn’t need to keep them quiet- they just go along with him, do as he says. in the end, kaeya’s manipulation and underhanded techniques are his biggest talent: to make his darling think they’re worth nothing without him, that they’re just some nobody and he’s the dashing and talented cavalry captain who’s love for them gives them worth is what dooms his civilian darling
but it gets more difficult if his darling is the traveler. in one hand, they’re so naive when it comes to the land. but in the other, they’re capable, and they have a goal that requires them to leave. it’s easy to fool them into missions that make his job easier, but he can’t use his flirty personality and his skills in making people trust him to make them stay. he can get close to them, sure, but he can’t make them forget about their sibling. but he can make them believe they can’t get to their sibling. it’s a careful balance he has to play- after all, if he tears them down too much and they get upset, they can just leave for another region, but if he does it right, he can keep convincing them that they aren’t ready to leave mondstadt yet, that they need his help for as long as he offers it. of course, these are all just temporary. kaeya knows that eventually they’ll try to leave, even if he’s managed to convince them they are worth nothing without him- eventually, the guilt for not looking for their sibling will overpower whatever twisted ideas he can force into them. and so he’s quick to act- he tears down their self esteem, gets them to their lowest point where they don’t believe they can do anything without him, and then he strikes- chains, gags, them waking up from being drugged and finding themselves trapped in the master bedroom of kaeya’s home
May I request for some yandere Albedo hcs please? I wanna see and read your take on him for this
a/n: i don’t think i did albedo justice but do know i love him. i just adore this type of character! this will also make more sense if you have read albedo’s story (i used the wiki as i am not an albedo haver he did not come home for me)
warnings: general yandere themes, stalking, non consensual touching, non consensual drug usage
✦ albedo
despite not having a very good grasp on emotions, albedo can tell when his attention is caught by someone. even though most would assume albedo to be the type of person that is so disconnected from their own emotions that they don’t realize they’re in love, it’s quite the opposite. relationships are taxing, and things like crushes more so: but he’s also quite aware that the mere fact he’s begun to feel like this means that now he must either pursue those emotions or bury them and hope they wither.
it’s surprisingly easy for him to let his little crush grow into a hulking obsession that suddenly overtakes his daily life. perhaps as a combination of never having felt this sort of romantic love for another and the fact that deep down he’s always known he’s capable of truly dark acts. but whatever reason it is, it affects his daily life. for a while, he’ll just observe them. it’s quite literally stalking- sketching them as they live their daily life, following them from the shadows. and it’s very clearly interrupting his research. the day is short enough as it is, and to have to spend so much time trailing behind them is just not efficient
even though his darling probably isn’t close to him, it’s still almost ridiculously easy for him to whisk them away. alchemy is his specialty, but he’s also well versed in potion making. all it really takes is for him to summon them to his lab for ‘official reasons’ using his title, and from then on it’s just a matter of how he can get the sleeping potion into them, be it by spiking their drink or just forcing it down their throat with a kiss
he’s cautious. the room where he often sleeps is deep underground, as is his entire lab; he knows noise won’t be an issue. the chains that connect to a metal ring in the wall are calculated to be long enough so that his darling can get to the bathroom and stretch their legs but be unable to get to the small kitchenette or away from the main living area. he can’t risk them escaping: through his observations, he’s concluded that they’re just not fit for the outside world
that’s right- albedo deems his kidnapping as some sort of ‘safekeeping’ to the one he loves. sure, mondstadt is safe: but he’s seen lands devoid of kindness, back when he was with his master. he thinks of the dungeons he and she explored, of the dangers that lurked there, of the dangers that thrive outside the walled city. albedo’s lost people he cared for: his master, who left him his final and seemingly impossible task, and alice, who always insisted for him to see her as a mother. without really realizing it, he’s scared of losing his darling
but albedo is still albedo, after all. he’s still very much a calculating and rather off putting man. crying, begging, screaming, or fighting seem to just not affect him- he’ll gladly explain time and time again he’s just ‘keeping them safe’, he’ll gladly force teas laced with strong calming potions down his darling’s throat to keep them from injuring themselves by thrashing too much
albedo isn’t the kind of person to get a high out of being the one in control, and he isn’t particularly sadistic either. indeed, he just sees this whole situation as a somewhat natural response on his part. he’s not going to tease or torture his darling, he isn’t going to try and break them. he just wants to have them nearby at all times, wants to be able to take a break and sketch them whenever he wants.
of course, when it comes to affection, he does still crave it- he is so desperately in love he kidnapped them, after all. albedo is deceivingly strong; there’s no point in trying to push him off when he presses kisses to their lips, when he has those rare moments where he gets touchy, when he gets a lonely look in his eyes and seeks his darling for warmth, as if to make sure they’re still there. biting, scratching, fighting, it’s all for naught. it doesn’t deter him, it doesn’t even seem to anger him
it’s infinitely frustrating for his darling. it’s impossible to make him lower his guard- playing nice and obedient doesn’t make him loosen the chains, doesn’t change his attitude. fighting back achieves nothing: spitting curses and biting him when he leans for a kiss is meaningless when he continues being as oddly affectionate as ever.
he never says it, but there’s always the unspoken message of “it could be worse”. it’s as if he thinks that if it were anyone but him who did the kidnapping, it’d be wrong. that sure, he keeps them chained down, but they can still walk around. sure, he’s gone for long stretches of time, sometimes even days, but he leaves food and some books. sure, he forces his touch and his affection onto them, but they’re fine and unharmed, aren’t they? he never says this, never vocalizes it, but there’s a look in his eyes that just spells it out: if he truly wanted to, he could make it so much worse.
this is sudden but! this blog hasn’t been around for long, but some of you may know i run another blog (@yan-twst) along with this one. i have finally had the big brain idea to just… merge everything into a single multifandom blog where i can have everything organized in one place and also add series as i get interested in them- so long story short, i’ll be working on @lacrimariums from now on!
you don’t have to worry if i have not finished your request you sent here. i know i have like, 50 requests in my inbox, and i do not plan to abandon them! i will simply fulfill the requests over at @lacrimariums; it’s gonna be there! there is no need to send in requests again over at the new blog, but if you prefer to do so, that’s perfectly ok, too!
does this mean this blog is innactive now? i mean technically yeah but it’s more like the mod is just…… moving houses and inviting you along. i’m still gonna be writing the same content i do here, just mixed with requests on other series i like! (aka… twst. because i’m currently only into genshin and twst.) so yeah cool beans :D
a/n: this was for an anon that requested a diluc sex pollen fic... somehow tumblr deleted my draft so your original ask is gone but don’t worry. i WILL deliver.
warnings: general nsfw, there is the effects of aphrodisiacs but there’s enthusiastic consent don’t worry. s/o is kept gender neutral
summary: after accidentally coming into contact with a rare type of whopperflower’s pollen, he returns home acting odd. it’s not too long before he’s almost begging to be touched- mondstadt’s darknight hero reduced to a teary, needy mess.
Whopperflowers were a bother, yes, but not anything he couldn’t deal with. He’d mindlessly slashed them down many times before, and this time was supposed to be no different- and yet before he could swing his claymore or activate his vision, the pesky creature just- released a cloud of pollen and skittered off. The pollen was sickly sweet, and he quickly covered his nose: if it was poison, he was close enough to the winery he’d probably be ok, but he’d still inhaled a good mouthful. Coughing a couple of times, the redhead cursed as he noticed the damned flower monster was long gone, having used his temporary shock to escape. He quietly cursed under his breath, shaking his black coat now lightly dusted in the pinkish pollen, and continued his way home. Luckily, whatever it was he’d been covered with, it slid off his hair and clothes quite easily with the breeze.
He began to feel warm as Dawn Winery came into his view.
Had it truly been poison? He’d never heard of whopperflowers releasing deadly toxins, so there wasn’t much he could infer from his situation. But the sickly sweet dust he’d accidentally inhaled had certainly done something; he was starting to feel overwhelmed by the way his clothes rubbed against his skin, his usual coat now feeling too warm, too much. His mouth ran dry as he felt his heart speed up slightly, his veins coursing with warmth. If this was a poison, it was one he’d never heard of before.
By the time he was approaching the winery, Diluc knew something was wrong, but perhaps he had a clearer idea of what. Well, ‘idea’ was perhaps too much of a strong word: as he was, his mind felt hazy, full of cotton, hard to concentrate on anything. There was some sort of burning inside him making coherent ideas and thoughts slipping like sand between open fingers, and the fact the heat was concentrating between his legs and how his cheeks were almost as red as his hair was enough of a clue for the vague realization he’d ingested an aphrodisiac to cross his foggy mind.
Even with lust and fog clouding his mind, he has enough decency to rush into his room. He can’t let himself be seen like this- it’s indecent, and he can feel the way his erection presses into his pants, surely forming a tent shape that he’d rather die than let the maids see. Of course, the workers are a bit shocked to see the refined Diluc Ragnvindr rush into his home breathing heavily with rosy cheeks, but he’d rather they whisper that he’s acting weird than they catch on to his ordeal.
“Diluc...? You’re home early.” his eyes widen, like a deer in the headlights, when he slams the door of his room with as much grace as he can muster. He shouldn’t be so shocked to find his lover lounging in his bed: he’s the one who’s told them time and time again that he’d rather they stay inside where it’s safe. But the sight of his beloved in their lose nightclothes, the shorts that expose their legs, the collar of their old shirt that exposes their collar, it drives the fire in him crazy, and he can’t help the whimper that escapes his throat as he fiddles with the lock on the door, all too eager to crawl into bed with them.
“I... I-” words fail him as he aproaches the bed, his legs almost shaking. The aphrodisiac is strong, far stronger than anything he’s ever been exposed to. By now, his lover has surely noticed the way he’s breathing heavily and the fact he’s hard as a rock, the way his cheeks are warm and red and how his hands almost seem to tremble with need. Diluc is usually so composed, so calculating, but now there’s an almost teary look to his eyes and a whiny tilt to his voice as his body wallows in desire and lust. “I need- archons, fuck, I need- touch me, please-”
His voice breaks, and his lover stares, a bit confused. The pyro user is never like this, usually so shy and reserved, unused to romance. It always takes for them to innitiate or for him to be particularly pent up for him to act lustfully- but the wanton tone in his voice as he all but whines as he gets into bed and holds them tightly, his body overwhelmingly warm, almost shivering, is something he’s never shown before.
“Diluc, are you ok? What’s going on- ngh!” their question is cut off as the wine tycoon smashes his lips into theirs, a messy kiss that makes their teeth clack into his, but he can’t seem to care. He’s so turned on it almost hurts, and the only relief he’s getting is his skin on theirs; it’s all too much and yet not enough at the same time, and the feeling of clothes on his skin is starting to drive him insane.
“There was- fuck- pollen, and I-” words are so hard right now, when all his brain can think of his of how beautiful his lover looks and how his aching cock is begging to be touched as it strains his tight pants. He licks his lips, trying to regain composure just enough to explain, but it’s so difficult, so hard to even think, when all he wants is to be held and to relieve his cock so the heat coursing through him calms down. “I just- please, please, touch me, I can’t- it hurts, I need you-”
He cuts off his mantra by once again pressing his lips to them, and positions himself almost in their lap. Tall, powerful, fiery Diluc straddling them- a regular citizen, someone who barely knows how to wield a blade in self defense- it’s a shocking sight, but it’s also so deliciously erotic, with how Diluc almost tears his shirt off as he removes it, his mouth latching onto the exposed skin of their neck like if his life depended on it.
“D-diluc!” there’s a small squeak when he sucks hard and bites, and there’ll surely be a dark purple mark on their skin tomorrow. Despite just having started, he’s breathing so heavily, his voice so husky; it’s not difficult for them to feel a pang of desire as they watch him, disheveled as he is. With a small grunt, he tugs on their shirt, taking it off, and with no words his mouth latches onto their chest, sucking and nipping at one of their nipples, making them yelp and throw their arms around his back.
“Please,” his voice truly sounds like he’s on the verge of tears as he suckles on their chest, sometimes moving his mouth to leave little lovebites surrounding their nipple, then changing to lick and tease the other one. One of his hands automatically goes down to his pants, struggling to undo his belt and get his cock out; there’s a damp spot in his underwear where his precum had gathered on the tip, but there’s no time for him to feel any shame. Not when all he can feel is overwhelming need, the feeling of his darling’s hands and nails raking across his back making him keen in delight.
“Please what? What do you- ah- what do you want, Diluc?” his lover’s eyes are slightly narrowed now as they bite back moans, moving one of their hands up to caress his red tresses. From his broken words, they understand he’s probably accidentally got an aphrodisiac in his system, but they’d never have expected something meant to aid the libido to turn the powerful Darknight hero into such a needy and desperate man. But as he seems to content himself teasing and sucking at their chest, enough so he’s sloppily jerking himself off just to that, it’s quite clear that he’s so turned on he isn’t even coherent.
“Just... Just touch me, please, it’s not- it’s not enough if I do it, it doesn’t, it’s not good enough...!” there’s a deeply frustrated tone in his voice- one that they’re familiar with, but mixed in with the way his eyes are wet with tears of frustration and the shlick shlick noises of his hand gliding up and down his shaft, it’s certainly more than they could ask for.
Tentatively, they lower their hand to his cock, and even just the faintest of touches has Diluc groaning and thrusting into their hand. Tomorrow, he’ll surely be deeply ashamed of himself- of how he keens and whines, thrusts into their hand begging for more, even though he doesn’t even quite know what ‘more’ he’s asking for- but for now, all he can think of is how his whole body feels like it’s on fire, any thought other than having his desires sated erased from his mind.
It’s hard to resist the temptation to leave kisses and nibble on his pale skin- and when they put their lips to his neck as they continue to jerk their hand on his cock, he whines so sweetly that they can’t help but leave a myriad of marks on him to match the ones he’s left on their skin.
“Oh fuck, fuck- I’m gonna come, please, please, please, let me- fuck, please let me come,” whatever filter he had between his brain and mouth is gone now, as he babbles senselessly. He’s thrusting into their hand, setting the rhythm himself, but he’s still at their mercy; in truth, they wouldn’t be so cruel as to edge him in this state, but his hazy brain still makes pleas and begs fall from his lips, almost like a mantra.
“Shh, it’s ok. You can come.” the hand that’s not jerking him off moves to stroke his hair soothingly- usually, it’d be ideal for both of them to come around the same time, but seeing Diluc in such a state makes it clear that he desperately needs relief, if his little broken noises and the way he clings to them is any signal of his current state.
When he comes, he lets out a broken moan that’s so loud his lover fleetingly worries that the nosy young maids will hear and talk about. But there’s not much time for those thoughts, not as Diluc slumps forward and rests his head in the crux of their neck and shoulder, panting harshly. His seed coats their hand, some of it splattering onto his toned stomach; but perhaps more shocking is the fact that in their hand, he’s still throbbing and hard.
“You’re still- oh wow.” they can’t help but to be a bit surprised. Diluc’s never had a long refractory period, but this is just something else entirely. It has to be the pollen in his system; judging by the cry that bubbles in his throat as they take their hand off his weeping cock, the aphrodisiac won’t let him feel sated with just one orgasm.
“It’s not enough, I- fuck, I just... Can I fuck you?” his request sounds more like he’s begging, his heavy breathing interrupting his words as his hands move to play with his darling’s chest once again. Even though they aren’t affected by the aphrodisiac, it’d be hard to watch Diluc in such a state and begging for them and not feel turned on; they give a little nod, and Diluc all but rips their shorts off with the ferocity of a man starved.
Seeing the way his painfully hard dick throbs, it’s not hard to imagine he doesn’t want to string foreplay along for much longer. Clumsily, his lover reaches for a small bottle of oil kept on the bedside table. They’re turned on, yes, but Diluc isn’t small by any means, and even though he seems eager to touch them, it’s better to give their body all the prep it can before he plunges into them. The oil is cold as it drips onto their entrance, and Diluc’s fiery red eyes are glued to the way they spread their legs for him, his breath shaky in anticipation and desire. He almost seems like he’s back to being a horny teenager, in the way he’s still jerking himself off and oogling his lover as they present themselves to him.
“You can touch me, come on.” there’s some teasing to their tone- something about being told what to do makes a shiver run down Diluc’s spine. He’s always in charge, always the man on top; there’s something about him being in such a situation, so desperate and needy, of having his lover so teasingly holding control over him and his relief that makes his dick throb and his heart speed up more than it had due to the aphrodisiac itself. Finally, he has half the mind to remove the pants he’d just shoved down earlier to get to his dick, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Even though he’s clearly chasing his own release to relieve the almost painful aching the aphrodisiac brings, Diluc’s always gotten off to his partner’s pleasure. The way his hands quickly settle between their legs, one fingering their entrance and the other working to pleasure them is far from gentle. He’s sloppy, his hands almost shaking from how turned on he is, but what he’s lacking in precision he makes up with in enthusiasm. Even though he’s not being the one touched, his moans and whines mix with his darling’s as he thrusts into air, desperate for some friction.
“Can I- shit, can I please just, I really want to put it in,” he’s biting his lip as if he was holding back tears, strands of his red hair framing his face. It was, once again, all too much; the temporary relief of his first orgasm is long gone, and the burning, almost electric, feeling in his body is once again making it hard for him to even think. He needs to be in them, he needs to fill them up, please, please, please- he doesn’t even seem to register he’s begging out loud, not until he’s pushed flat on his back.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, let me do it.” his lover seems to be trying to keep him calm, as if perhaps their soothing tone could ease the burning and the overwhelming lust the aphrodisiac brings, but it’s almost the opposite with how their caring tone as they take control makes his cock throb and a cry bubble from his throat.
Now they’re the ones straddling him, his aching cock so close to their entrance but not quite; he pitifully bucks his hips for friction, a broken sob leaving his mouth- he needs more, he needs relief. From this angle, he looks utterly debauched, his skin covered in sweat, the purple lovebites on his chest and neck contrasting against his pale skin covered in scars, some old and faded and some more recent, the way his hair has slowly slipped out of its ponytail and messily frames his face, the way his eyes are screwed shut with tears of pleasure and frustration shining on his cheek- there’s even some drool on his mouth, just going to show how hard it’s for him to control his body in this state. All that falls from his mouth are incoherent babbles and begging, not even begging for anything coherent- just a repetition of please and some other words sprinkled throughout.
“I’ll ask just in case- do you want me to ride you, Diluc?” even if the answer is quite obvious, they ask anyways, and the words make the redhead below them whine, his hands shooting to their waist. He doesn’t force them down onto his erection, though, even though he has the strenght to do so- instead he just bites back a moan as his eyes screw closed, mouth open.
“Yes, yes- I, I need it, fuck, I need it, please, please, I’ll do anything, please, please- ngh, fuck-” sensless begging and babbling are all his brain can produce, turned to mush by the overwhelming heat and lust that seems to course through his veins. He truly does feel like he’ll die if they don’t lower themselves onto him, and before he can begin another set of barely coherent and slurred words, his lover lowers themselves onto his cock all too quickly and a loud noise that’s almost a moan mixed in with a guttural groan escapes his throat.
“S-shit, is this ok, hm?” their voice shakes a little as they speak, hands moving to rest on Diluc’s chest. It’s a good thing that they asked him to prepare them a bit earlier- the stretch is still a bit painful, almost as if the aphrodisiac had made his dick just that much harder and engorged than usual- but it’s nothing too bad. The pain is overriden by the pangs of lust that come as they get to see Diluc’s expression, mouth hanging open and gasping for breath as his grip on their waist is almost bruising.
“Yes, yes, it’s- it’s good, it’s so good,” he thrusts into them, his body screaming at him to chase his release. He doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it, his entire being too consumed by lust to even know what’s happening. “It’s so good, please, please move, please-”
He almost cries again when his lover begins to move up and down, bouncing on his cock. He thrusts into them, the hands on their waist setting the rhythm; he doesn’t even seem to realize he’s the one doing most of the work, so caught up in babbling broken words that sound like slurred versions of ‘thank you’ and ‘please’ and ‘faster’. It’s no shock he comes fast, with how desperate he is- his lover hisses as they feel him release his seed in them- and even still, he’s as hard as ever, thrusting up into them as his seed drips out around his cock.
They’re on top, but the way Diluc thrusts so needily and earnestly, the way his face contorts in pleasure, it’s not long before they come as well. Their orgasm wrecks through them, having been slowly working to it for a while, and with the way they tighten around the pyro user’s dick, he comes along with them. It takes a few seconds for their orgasm to phase out before they realize that Diluc is still hard, despite having come three times; he’s still as desperate as he was before, covered in a sheen of sweat as his arms almost shake with effort to not keep bouncing his darling into his dick, probably vaguely aware that their orgasm has probably left them sensitive.
“N-no, fuck, I’m still... Sorry, but I still- I still need-” the cry that leaves his mouth is so pitiful that they can’t help but to soothingly trace their thumb over his lips, catching their breath.
“Don’t worry, it’s ok, really.” it was ok in the sense they didn’t mind, but holy shit, how potent had that aphrodisiac been? It was one thing to reduce Diluc into a begging and sobbing mess; but to think he’d already reached his peak so many times and was still throbbing inside of them... “Give me- give me just a minute, ok? We’ll go as many times as you need.”
He respons with a nod and a small whimper, his hands moving from their waist to their head, pulling them down for a kiss. Any contact to make the sizzling in his veins calm down; even with just a kiss, he can’t help but squirm and whine. As many times as he needs turns out to be quite a bit; fucking the aphrodisiac out of his system leaves them in the end about as wrecked as him, in the way their brain feels like it’s overheated and turned to nothing with how it’s hard to think and form words. It’s no wonder both lovers simply fall asleep once it’s all done, no thought of cleaning up the copious mess left on the sheets. Before they succumb to their exhaustion, his lover looks down at him as he holds onto them in his sleep- surely, tomorrow he’d be so embarrassed over it all he won’t know how to look them in the eye, but... He’s at peace now, tears wiped off his face, so that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
not even god himself can stop me from writing this diluc sex pollen fic. i may have lost 2k words but i am re writing it and its gonna be spicier now just to spite the evil forces that made me accidentally lose my draft
pain and rage radiate off my body as i realize i accidentally deleted the 2k words of smut i had written for diluc. i am so mad i feel like eating a whole raw potato
Hi! May I request yan! Aether with s/o that is/was really in love with him? 💙
a/n: aha you now get to witness MY aether characterization. i play the game with lumine but i do love braid boy quite a bit!
warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of violence and blood
❥ aether
he doesn’t really know life outside of what he’d been doing for eons- traveling from world to world alongside his sister. that was all he’d done, all he’d wanted to do; and as he stands now, stranded in teyvat, stripped off his wings and powers, of his twin, aether needs some sort of pillar to lean onto
his darling knows this- knows that aether is an outlander, that he’s deeply hurt by his sister’s disappearance- so it’s easy to excuse his clinginess at first. even if he always seems to be eager to help and rather unshaken, he’s been through a lot: it’s ok to let him be a little possessive, isn’t it?
aether is greedy with how he takes his darling’s love. before, he’d never even thought about romantic affection; he’d been content to just travel the world next to lumine, fighting and exploring by her side. but now, aether seems to take and take and take all his darling has to offer- their attention, their time, their everything if they’ll let him. he doesn’t particularly know he’s being greedy, after all, it’s the first time he’s felt like this.
but just because he’s found love doesn’t mean he’s giving up on his sister. aether doesn’t see what the problem is on taking his beloved along with him; doesn’t see what’s so wrong with uprooting their entire life in the city, taking them along to the dangers of the wild, taking the warm bed they used to sleep on and exchanging it into cramped camping cots haphazardly set up in makeshift tents or humid caves.
it wouldn’t be too far from the truth to say he drags them along, but he doesn’t quite force them. they love him, they really do: enough so that when he asks them to please accompany him, saying he’s just headed to liyue, it won’t be that bad, they believe him even though they know aether has a tendency to run and fight any hilichurl camp he sees, know that he camps out in the wild just to hunt and explore old ruins on side roads nobody crosses anymore
on the second week of following aether, they begin to miss home. love can only take them so far- and it’s hard to justify the cold nights spent in aether’s shoddy camping cot as he holds them close, the weather far too frigid and yet the body heat being all too suffocating to be comfortable. it’s hard to justify the long walks when aether keeps deviating from the main road to explore and take on odd jobs and quests, hard to justify the horror of watching aether bring down almost unspeakable violence and gore upon monsters that nearly make them feel pity for the hilichurls he runs into. that last part is the scariest part, really; how ready and eager he is to unsheathe his sword and stab and dig into anything that crosses his path, how he turns and casually smiles or chats with them even covered in his enemies’ blood and carnage as paimon just laughs at him for getting his clothes dirty. they’re too far from any city to consider returning by themselves, knowing how dangerous the roads are. when they ask aether when they’ll be able to spend the night at an inn or at least somewhere in a town, he never seems to have a straight answer.
aether wants to show how well he can take care of them and protect them. he already lost someone he cared about; now, he seems almost too eager to cause carnage and bloodshed, as if to prove himself he can do anything to protect his darling. more twistedly, he wants his darling to watch- as he slashes at hilichurls and mitachurls, as he stabs into treasure hunters and fatui skirmishers. this is how much he cares for them, this is how he’ll protect them!
it always leaves just a sliver of fear in his darling’s mind, even when he’s making sure they’re never hurt. the question of ‘when can i go home’ grows less and less frequent as they notice aether becoming more and more disgruntled by it- the quiet whisper in the back of their mind bringing forth the image of aether bathed in his enemies’ blood with his sword in hand, asking if they really want to risk angering him?
perhaps in another time, they’d have laughed at the idea of aether hurting them. but after a couple of months of being forced to trudge along him as he continues his search, nothing seems impossible. he’s already been to liyue by now- been there and left, and of course they had to go with him. sometimes he visits mondstadt and spends a few nights at their place; and then it’s back on the road, no questions asked. the townspeople coo at how adorable it is the hero of mondstadt found a lover so dedicated to follow him on his adventures. sometimes they wonder if it’s truly still dedication making them follow, or something else
aether is like a cat at times. it’s been a while since he rented a room in an inn to rest, being used to roughing it out in the nature- but today he’s rented a room in wangshu inn after doing a favour for the owner and scoring a discount. paimon is off eating the meal that came for free with renting a room, leaving the outlander with his lover. he leans into them, and they stroke his hair- if he could purr, he’d surely be doing so, judging by how his eyes close and he snuggles closer. but their hand moves almost automatically, muscle memory of a time past when they’d look forward to snuggling with their lover. now when they look at aether, they can’t help but see him as they usually do: violent, covered in blood, holding little to no regard for others. the events of what happened earlier in the day keep them shell shocked: they’d run into a treasure hunter just relaxing, doing nothing wrong. and then the man had complimented their hair and aether had run him with his sword before he could finish speaking, blood sputtering from his mouth as he slouched forward. the outlander had then shaken the blood off his blade and turned to his darling, smiling as if nothing had happened.
aether is possessive. he doesn’t want anyone to look at his darling the way he does: it’s not so much fear of them being whisked away as much as it is an... almost childish jealousy. it ranges from downright violence to those he deems are crossing the line to just immaturely glaring and ignoring others he thinks are paying too much attention to his darling. he doesn’t justify his attitude. there’s no “i do it to protect you” or “i do it because it must be done” kind of talk. aether just does as he wants, always turning to his darling with his gentle smile even after committing horrible attrocities
out of the two twins, aether was the impulsive one. the one to jump the gun, the more talkative of the two (which isn’t much to say, seeing as both lumine and aether barely used words). he follows his gut instinct, letting himself be carried by his emotions. way back, lumine would be there to hold him back, be there to keep him on check, and he’d do the same for her, maintaining a balance. but now in teyvat there’s nobody to keep aether in check, everyone either hails him as a hero or doesn’t mind him much, and all he has is his darling to fill the void in his heart
he’s just... not going to let them go. in aether’s mind, he’s already formed a picture of the future where he reunites with lumine and takes his darling with him as he and his twin travel around worlds. he talks about it, sometimes- and it’s terrifying. he loves them, loves them too much, and it seems like he forgets that they have a life outside of his love for them
the fire crackles in the campsite as aether pokes at it with a stick, making sparks from the not-quite dry wood crackle. the smell of smoke and burning wood has long since stopped bothering them. it’s by no means a comfort- it makes them miss their cozy home, where the only smell of burning would come from the small fireplace and good hunter’s nonstop cooking- but they don’t cough anymore, they don’t squint their eyes in fear of smoke getting into them. as always, paimon fills in the silence and aether sometimes answers back with a quip or a remark- to him, this is as good as it gets, at least until he finds lumine. there’s a bruise on their wrist from when aether tugged on it harshly to get them to duck and avoid a ruin guard’s misiles, and it makes them miss home even more. but there’s no point in asking him when they can go home: by now they know it’s either never or until a monster, a fatui or even an archon strikes him down. he’ll never let them go- if he wants to keep them by force he can, and they look at his sword resting by the fire, cleaned up after being stained by blood time and time again. sometimes they wish he had a vision they could shatter to render him a bit less powerful, to make it so he couldn’t keep going, and it’s a horribly selfish wish to have, but they’re allowed to be a little bit selfish in their fantasies, right? after all, aether has already taken their life from them, and he’s not handing it back.
a/n: i admittedly have just finished the ‘goodbye archaic lord’ quest so i can’t say i’m very knowledgeable on zhongli/morax’s backstory- if any of this is ooc or seems a bit odd that’s um... my fault for being a slow and not very good Gamer(tm)
warning: general yandere contents
❥ zhongli
the well-put together and cordial man known as zhongli today, despite all he does to act as a mortal, is still in the end the man who was the archon of war. even though his days of being a violent warmonger and bloodthirsty archon are well past him, there’s certain things that never die; the instinct to claim, to conquer, still sometimes seems to burn deep down
but self control and patience are things that zhongli seems to have in abundance. ‘love’ is an emotion that he thinks isn’t entirely strange to him- but there’s just things that such an ancient archon can’t understand. the way archons love and humans love are just different, incompatible almost, and zhongli doesn’t seem as if he’s willing to change the way in which he loves
it seems easy to brush off his actions at first. he’s a gentleman- surely his habits of always escorting them when they’re out, his possessiveness, his insistence on them not getting too close to others; surely it’s just his old fashioned way of showing affection, him bringing forth long dead traditions. it’s so very much in character, so easy to not pay too much mind to
“you were talking to one of the sailors quite a bit today.” zhongli is, as always, calm and composed as he sips on his cup of tea. the bitter and rich aroma of the herbs wafts through the air, mixing in with the salty breeze of the ocean closeby and the lingering smells of the various restaurants and food stalls on the street. he doesn’t seem annoyed or angry, but his words still seem to almost imply some sort of displeasement. it’s hard to not apologize despite having done nothing wrong- they’re in their right to speak to whoever they please, there’s nothing wrong in that- but zhongli takes the apology with a smile. the feeling of something being wrong nestles deep in their chest, of how odd it is zhongli is even worked up about this, but it’s quickly brushed off as the gentleman offers them a cup of tea.
it’s almost draconic, how he hoards his darling. fitting perhaps for morax, for rex lapis, but coming from zhongli? it’s almost shocking how possessive he is. he has a clear disdain of others interacting with them, almost as if he believes all to have an ulterior motive. his long life has taught him that most humans- while weak and fascinating creatures- are also capable of unspeakable evil, capable of taking advantage of anyone they can, and he can’t help but see his darling as a weak little creature in a den of lions if he isn’t there to guard them
being the god of contracts, zhongli takes agreements seriously. what might have seemed like a cheesy promise to “stay by his side forever and never leave” isn’t just an empty sentence to him. he’ll gladly take it as a promise, hold it against them, use it to justify his actions
ideally, zhongli would like his partner to stay in his home, to act out all those old fashioned courtship and romantic costumes only he seems to remember. it’s almost as if he thinks that bringing flowers and gifts somehow makes up for the fact he’s quite literally isolating them, prohibiting them from leaving
in zhongli’s mind, his darling not wanting to do as he says is just... a temporary setback. surely they’ll come around, they’ll love him as he does: after all, humans get attached to those who are close and those who are doting, don’t they? he’s providing for them, he’s caring for the, he loves them, he’s just doing the best for them... they’ll come around. they promised to stay by his side, by the terms of the contract, they must.
even though he isn’t awake, he’s still holding them down. the house is quiet, only the vague noises of liyue’s nightlife filtering in through the closed windows. the architecture here is beautiful, but they’ve almost grown to resent the beautiful windows with wooden arches and details that make it impossible to jump through even when open. well, it’s not as if they could even get close to doing so: a slight shuffle makes zhongli grunt in his sleep, arms tightening around them in an almost uncomfortable manner. it makes them feel claustrophobic, an emotion they’ve become well acquainted with: how long has it been since they’ve truly been outside? not guided around by zhongli, not under his gaze, just free. they’ve even considered praying to barbatos for freedom, but even they know it’s useless. something makes them feel like even the archon of another region wouldn’t be of any use, not against zhongli’s overwhelming affections
there’s very little comforts to hold onto. sure, zhongli lives in a nice house, there’s never food missing, he seems to be keen to decorate them with clothes and accessories, especially fond of dressing them up in traditional liyue garb that’s hard to walk around in and not very much comfortable. but there’s no real calm- whenever he leaves the funeral home, smelling of incense and flowers, he treats them as if though he wasn’t holding them hostage, treats them tenderly enough to be unnerving
perhaps the only shred of light for his darling is the fact zhongli seems to be convinced they’ll come around, and he waits. sure, he’s much more touchy than he should be- soft caresses, chaste kisses, holding them as they sleep- but he doesn’t force much of his love on them, instead patiently waiting as the isolation and cabin fever slowly break down his darling’s resistance. said in nice words, one could say zhongli is waiting for his beloved to want his love- in accurate words, he’s waiting until they’re so broken they have no other human contact other than zhongli’s affection.
people in liyue speak of him and them. about how fitting it is for a gentleman like zhongli to have found such a docile and traditional spouse, always waiting for him at home, never leaving his side. indeed, from outsiders’ perspective, everyone seems to think that perhaps the eccentric man just found a partner that’s as willing to stick to old rules; when they see zhongli take his darling out on dates they think the fact that they keep their eyes on the ground and their hand always on zhongli’s is nothing but old fashioned respect rather than them having been broken down to a husk of who they once were
of course they’d all think they’re married. the way zhongli seems to always be by their side, the way they’re always holed up in the house, only being seen by the funeral parlor worker’s side; surely only someone in a committed relationship would do that! it irks zhongli at times- clearly, the proper matrimony rites haven’t been taken yet- but it makes his life easier, so he doesn’t correct the townspeople when they ask him how his spouse is doing. when time comes, he’ll surely host a small private wedding, a ceremony where he’ll invite the remaining adepti, a ceremony that feels at home with archaic customs and rituals; for now, it’s enough to gaze into his darling’s empty, empty eyes as he holds them close
“you’ve been quite good recently, haven’t you? perhaps we should go out to eat tonight.” he’s quite pleased with how his darling has progressed. it turns out that all he needed for them to hold up their end of the contract was a bit of time- time spent completely alone with no other contact than him, time spent locked inside the house, time spent with zhongli harshly reprimanding them for trying to escape, with only him for months and months until their basic human instincts for affection and the stress of it all just made them break. as they are now, they surely couldn’t survive by themselves; almost like a pet, they just sit by his side, allow him to pet their hair and kiss them, spending their time when he’s away just idly reading or organizing the house, not even trying to test if he forgot to lock the door. it pleases him deeply: they’re entirely his, and he’s entirely theirs. he toys with the hem of the sleeve on their traditional garb he helped them into this morning, he loves to see them dressed in clothes that remind him of times when liyue dearly worshipped the adepti and lived by traditions he now finds himself missing. as they just nod and lean into his touch, he hums happily- he’s sure that liyue pavillion will be happy to accommodate him and his darling, as they always are “glad to welcome master zhongli and his spouse” with little to no questions about much
a/n: hello to the fellow twst people who came here from my twst blog welcome to my secondary brainrot
warnings: general yandere themes, non consensual drug use, some spoilers for kaeya’s backstory
♥︎ kaeya alberich
kaeya is obsessive in an almost paranoid way, which is almost surprising seeing how laid back and relaxed he seems to act most of the times. despite his seemingly sociable attitude, kaeya is similar to his brother diluc in that he doesn’t get close to others because he’s scared to lose them (or scared that being associated with him could bring them harm)
maybe that’s why it comes as a shock to the city to hear that the cavalry captain has gotten together with the mysterious honorary knight- everyone knows kaeya flirts and gets around, but nobody’s ever seen him settle down like that
it’s... almost cute, at first. he’s far from touch starved, but emotionally? kaeya seems to seek their attention and warmth almost selfishly, dragging them around on “missions” that are mostly work he’s supposed to be doing alone to eat up their time, interrupting their own tasks and missions just because he wants to see them
“aw, are you mad at me?” he’s got that playful tilt to his voice, the one he always uses when he’s trying to make things go his way or he’s trying to egg someone on. by now, the outlander isn’t sure which effect he’s trying to have on them; this is the third time kaeya swooped in and interrupted their daily commissions for the adventurer’s guild, putting them behind schedule and messing up their plans for the day. the spot in their bag where they would have put away the cecilias they had meant to gather in the evening but didn’t get the chance to just makes them more upset- but kaeya’s sudden embrace makes them drop that train of thought. “now, now, let’s not get angry... i’m really trying my best here to show you i love you- don’t you love me, too?”
kaeya seems to think the ends justify the means- the path to the best ending isn’t necessarily a pretty one, or so he says. he’s well aware of when he starts to use emotional manipulation to pressure his dear traveler into doing as he wants, he’s entirely aware of how he’s monopolizing their time
after all, the easiest way to get them to be as attached to him as he is to them is to break them down and build them back up as he sees fit. it’s cruel, it’s bad, but kaeya is the type of man who relishes in the looks of fear and doubt in other’s faces, and the type of lover who relishes in gently comforting the traveler as they cry when he’s the one who caused their tears in the first place
most of it is just to make them depend on him. oh, don’t get him wrong- kaeya’s well aware that the traveler can fend off for themselves. he’s seen how they fight, how they seem to move with battle experience that should be born from years and years of training despite their youthful appearance. but that strength is also what gives them freedom- and kaeya is not barbatos, and he doesn’t plan on giving them such thing
“can i go to springvale today...?” kaeya almost smirks. who would have thought the powerful hero of mondstadt- the outlander who swept in, who saved the city from dvalin, who once challenged boreas for training- could be reduced to such a meek creature that felt the need to ask for permission to simply wander outside the city’s walls? to outsiders, it might seem like it was just the traveler ‘settling into the relationship’, but he knew better than that. days of subtle manipulation, of using just the right words to drive them to tears, of comforting them while choosing his words oh-so-carefully were the hard work that was showing off now; a hero slowly being reduced to a docile partner
he doesn’t want to be abandoned. kaeya fears loneliness more than anything else, something he keeps hidden deep inside of him- vague memories of being abandoned on a rainy night, of his adoptive father’s passing haunt him, the ever stubborn feeling of being unwanted despite having so many swooning for him- it’s as if every little piece of the travler’s free spirited soul he chips away is a reassurance, a guarantee to him that they’re his and they’re going to stay
there’s no real limit to what he’ll do. he’s always careful enough to keep them right in his palm; even when the relationship has gone far from just a toxic relationship and fallen off into something worse, it’s as if they’re far too deep do climb out. it’s not easy to leave an abusive relationship, and kaeya is always one step ahead in making sure it’s damn near impossible, presenting himself as the only solace for the traveler
it’s almost an art how he’s the one making their life hell and also the one who comforts them and gives them a sanctuarium to “heal” and “feel loved”. whether it’s him destroying their hopes of seeing all archons, claiming it’s simply impossible, or implying that if their sibling truly were alive, word of them would have probably gotten to mondstadt already, kaeya is always careful enough so that his darling’s anger and grief doesn’t fall quite on him, so that he can be the one to gently comfort them and hold them in his arms
“shh, it’s okay darling, you couldn’t have known anything so terrible would happen.” he holds his lover’s shaking body as they cry into his shoulder, hands rubbing soothing circles into their back. despite this, the look in his face isn’t one of a man consoling his lover, but rather a smug smirk. they heave another sob: oh, they have all the rights in the world to be sad. how tragic that the particular knight who’d become their friend had to pass away so brutally- they’d simply asked him if he could gather some lampgrass for them, an innocent request, and he’d ran into a ruin guard. it’s your fault for asking him to go seemed to be the only thought that ran through their head, and kaeya, despite all his comforting, didn’t seem to downright deny it. after all, they didn’t need to know the poor knight happened to ask kaeya where he could find the lampgrass, they didn’t need to know kaeya just so happened to mark a location on his map where it just so happened he knew a ruini guard lurked nearby. kaeya may be a knight, but he’s never been to righteous- it’s not as if he directly spilled someone’s blood just because they got too close to his lover, right? suppressing a chuckle at the thought, he made sure his voice was still in a comforting tone as he spoke, “next time, just ask me for any favours. no need to go and talk to others and have this tragedy repeat, right?”
it’s almost laughable, really, how much kaeya seems to circle around and pull strings just so he can make everything work the way he wants. realistically, it’d be just so much easier to just chain down the traveler, to just downright get rid of paimon instead of constantly bribing her with food or sending her off with amber to the point where the little fae seems to almost forget about the traveler- but kaeya needs to be loved. he doesn’t need the love to be healthy or to be real, it’s ok if it’s born out of manipulation and dependence. but all he does, he needs it to work into driving the traveler into a dark enough headspace wherein he is the only light in their life
... but that said, he’d rather have the traveler be his and lose their love than lose the traveler’s love and also lose them. ideally, they won’t abandon him because they love him (because he’s broken them, because he destroyed the hero of mondstadt and made them into a docile and codependent pet, because he’s destroyed their world and shown himself as the only alternative) but if needed, he’ll make it so they won’t abandon him because they can’t
after all, kaeya loves the sight of fear in their eyes. if they’re so eager to leave him, then perhaps he’ll just continue to indulge in their tears and their begging- this time wholy embracing the fact he’s the one that caused such things. it’s as easy as sleeping potions mixed in their foods to keep them pliable and docile, as easy as a chain keeping them locked to a basement; a treatment so hellish it makes them crave for the toxic hellhole of a relationship he offered before
“aw, are you uncomfortable? it’s too cold down here, isn’t it? poor thing. should i get you a blanket? do you think you deserve a blanket? if you keep acting good, i might get you one tomorrow.” it’s torture, the way he so gently traces their cheek, the way he looks at them with so much warmth in his eyes despite him being the one who’s got them chained up to a fucking basement. their brain screams at them to jerk away, to not give him the satisfaction of accepting his touch, but they’re cold, and despite being a cryo user, kaeya’s touch is so warm that they almost unconsciously lean into it. he laughs, the noise echoing in the almost empty basement; all that’s down here is a ratty old cot, a makeshift bathroom, and the heavy metal chain attaching them to one of the thick wooden support beams on the wall. cold nights like these almost make them miss being back in kaeya’s room, huddled in with him after he’s fallen asleep- probably after offering some comfort after driving them to a breakdown some hours earlier. but that’s long gone, now replaced with kaeya’s almost sadistic glee in keeping them down here, in seeing how the already broken traveler just shatters into a shell of their former self, how even now when he’s being outwardly antagonistic they’re starting to still try to find comfort in him: truly turned into a weak, docile, dependent little thing.
- warnings: general yandere content (nothing super hardcore imo, since jean is so righteous she isn’t a super intense yandere), some minor spoilers for jean’s story.
♥︎ jean gunnhildr
jean has decided to dedicate her entire life to protecting mondstadt- she’s given up the usual life of most young ladies, spending her days hard at work, getting little to no sleep and time for herself for the sake of the city she loves
because of this, it just... catches her off guard when she realizes she’s harboring such strong feelings for someone. jean loves all of mondstadt and its citizens, but this is... different. it’s stronger, all-consuming; enough so it gets in the way of her everyday life
it’s perhaps one of her deepest secrets how... dearly she craves love. days of her childhood (and sometimes evenings when she allows herself some rest) spent reading romance novels, jean has always longed for a soft and reciprocated love, for the gentle emotions that are so delicately portrayed in words in those novels
“thank you, master jean! i’m so sorry for taking up your time for this...” the way they sheepishly thank her after she did something as minor as help them carry their food to their home makes her heart flutter. it’s no shock the acting grandmaster would be helping a citizen with a mundane task- it’s common for everyone to ask for her help with any task no matter how menial or odd. and yet, despite the fact she’s always running around working or helping, she only feels butterflies in her stomach when this particular person thanks her. she thinks of her romance novels- thinks of those words of love, emotions gentle and fragile like silk. but... that’s not quite it; as they walk into their house, jean feels her heart twisting, feels a dark side of her brain whispering little nothings that she tries to brush off. she quickly tries to brush off the dark emotions clouding her mind as she walks back to her office, resisting the urge to look back and try to catch a glimpse of them as they organize their groceries through the window.
she tells herself she’s a knight of favonius before she’s a person, that her duty is more important than any emotion. but like a persistent weed, ignoring her emotions only makes them grow stronger and more intense. she finds herself thinking of them the second her mind strays from whatever she’s doing, and then they’re always in her head even while she works- she finds herself giving little excuses to see them, help them even before they ask despite the fact that she’s got more work waiting for her in her office
those closer to her, such as kaeya and lisa, don’t have to make much of an effort to notice how the acting grandmaster is suddenly so centered on someone. and to all others, it seems sweet; they want jean to be happy, they want her to live her life a little. whenever they try to push her to get a break or rest, they always try to push her closer to her “crush”. as outsiders see it, this is the acting grandmaster finally doing something for herself
... if only anyone could tell how deep the rabbit hole goes, perhaps they’d be desperately trying to get jean away from her beloved instead of pushing them closer. it can’t be blamed that noone can tell- jean keeps herself regal and formal at all times, composed attitude hiding the downright obsessive tendencies and thoughts that swirl around her head, as if intoxicated by the mere thought of her beloved
it’s the middle of the night. mondstadt sleeps- the taverns have long since closed, even drunk bards and citizens having crawled back to their homes to sleep. and yet, jean is awake, finally having finished her workload for the day. it’s not unusual for her to finish work so late, and it’s not unheard of for her to take a walk at said hour to unwind; but it’s definitely weird to see her as she stands in front of a house’s window, just watching. the rational part of her brain tells her to step away, to stop doing this, but the other side of her- the side of her that longs for love, that can’t think of anything but them- just fuels her desire to stay, to watch them sleep through the window. she can’t even register that she’s quite literally stalking them; as she watches them, her heart fills with a warmth and possessiveness she’s never felt before. this isn’t the same type of love she feels for mondstadt- no, this is perhaps, jean’s first intensely selfish desire in a long time
jean is more subtle in her obsession. while to others she might come off as lovestruck or like she’s a young woman exploring her first crush, that’s far from the truth. she’d never dare use the knights or their resources for her own personal desires; jean takes it upon herself to sate her increasingly selfish heart. it’s almost stalkerish how she always seems to make time to keep an eye on her darling, be it when she has to run an errand or once she finishes work at ungodly hours of the night
it only grows worse when they begin to stop by her office, be it to drop off some snacks or just say hi. of course she suspects that lisa or kaeya put them up to it- after all, those two always worry over how hard she works, and it wouldn’t be farfetched to think that they’d go so far to ask the person they know jean likes to come and cheer her up. their actions, while well-meaning, only seem to feed the monster growing in jean’s heart; the domesticity she craves, the soft love she craves so badly, now that she’s gotten a taste of it, how is she supposed to return to her everyday life...?
“master jean, are you sure these knights should be promoted to patrolling outside the city...? they’ve been working as inner city guards for years now...” an older knight stares at the new orders jean has just issued. his concerns may be genuine, but she isn’t one to make hasty decisions. she nods her head, taking the paper from his hands and pointing at the names of the inner city knights to be sent out for patrols.
“it’s precisely because they’ve been working inside the city for so long that they’re being sent out. i have personally seen them train- their skills in battle are great, and we need our strongest knights out in the paths where hilichurls have been setting up camps. the troops that have been patrolling for long now grow weary; it’ll be good to switch them out for some time.” as with every decision she makes, jean always thinks of mondstadt before anything else. and yet, this time, there’s a secondary factor to her order. the memory of accidentally stumbling into her beloved being chatted up by one of the knights stationed inside of mondstadt burns in her mind, the way he was so clearly trying to flirt with them, making them giggle and blush- she might have stepped in and reprimanded the knight for slacking on the job, but that wasn’t enough. in the list of knights to be sent to patrol outside, his name seemed to almost stand out to her- he’d be fine, assigned to a well-traveled route with little incidents; but he’d be far away from her beloved, and that was good enough for her
perhaps it’s lucky that jean trusts the knights so much, that she considers her darling to be safe inside of the city. she must protect mondstadt; she must keep her darling close. jean can feel the shame burning at her gut when she twists some strings to offer them a job as a secretary of the knights- she’s abusing her power, she’s being selfish, but... isn’t she allowed to at least once do something for herself? the job is well paid, it’s not like she’s manipulating them into it, she’s just helping them out; all of the knights seem to be happy that the acting grandmaster is taking on someone to help tackle her ridiculous workload, so it’s all... it’s all fine, isn’t it...?
it’s hard for her to pinpoint where her self restraint breaks. perhaps it’s just because her heart can’t take spending so much time around her darling while keeping up a semblance of professionalism, or perhaps it’s hearing them cheerily speak of their friends and people they’re close with that lights a fire of jealousy in her; it’s as easy as one day jean simply embracing them and pressing her lips to theirs with no warning
it doesn’t matter if they feel the same way. it’s incredibly off-putting once they realize that the composed, regal, and rational acting grandmaster is so delusional. it’s as if days and days of hard work make some part of her rationale just break. this is her perfect romance. this is her perfect love story, and she’ll make it so no matter what
it’s so hard to be mad or to run away. jean is gentle in her affections, but she’s strong. and perhaps more pressuring of it all, she’s now their boss- they happily accepted to work under her, and even though she never even implies it, it’s not hard to imagine she could fire them just as easily. it’s easier to put up with it, to let her indulge her delusions, to make them sit on her lap while she works, to let her brush their hair and snuggle into them, if once the workday is over they can head home and lock the door, try to forget the day and go on with their life until they’re once again going to be in a locked office with her all day
“i love you so much. i promise i’ll never leave you.” jean’s words are sweet, but the soft tone she speaks in doesn’t do much to help how her darling tenses. she’s just returned from a mission that took a couple of days- it’s rare for her to take on fieldwork nowadays, but when she does, it’s almost a prized break for them. and when she returns, she’s worse than ever; clinging to them, not letting them even pretend to try and do their “work” as secretary. she might say her parents splitting and not having had a regular childhood doesn’t affect her, but by the way she swears to never leave, holding them tightly as if she’s scared they’ll run, it’s not hard for them to hazard and guess that she might be trying to fill the void of affection she never had with them.
she’s never hurt them, perhaps her instincts to protect all citizens of mondstadt being stronger than her obsession- but there’s times when she’s come close to it, they can tell by the way her eyes look when they push away, when they try to make excuses to leave work early. there’s not much they can do. if they quit and told everyone that master jean did all she did, who would believe them? nobody in mondstadt would ever believe jean, beloved by all of mondstadt, who works until late into night for the sake of the city, would ever do anything negative to a citizen. they could try to run away, but they don’t have a doubt in their heart that she’d catch them (she’s so much stronger, so much faster. she’s blessed with a vision, trained since birth. and them? they’re just a citizen, someone who’s been protected by the knights all their life). as she holds them close, they can feel her heartbeat; surely she can feel theirs, too. her heart beats fast with love, theirs with anxiety. she takes a deep breath and speaks again. “i think it’s time we moved in together, don’t you think...?”
- a/n: i’ve already written for kaeya in a very similar scenario here [x]- which was of the traveler leaving mondstat- so just to kinda specify the difference here, this is about the darling just leaving teyvat as in leaving the world- it doesn’t have to be the traveler really (let’s just... assume there’s other outlanders), but just thought i’d specify the difference! after all, leaving a country has much lower stakes than leaving the world.
- warnings: general yandere content, nonconsensual use of drugs, implied physical violence
♥︎ diluc ragnvindr
diluc is stubborn. he doesn’t want to face his feelings- he’s too busy, he has priorities, he can’t let himself get too close to someone like that; he tries to suppress his “crush”, and it festers and grows unchecked, spiraling out into an unhealthy obsession wherein diluc doesn’t even notice how suddenly all he seems to think about is them
he should be concentrating on keeping mondstat safe. he should be putting his energy into doing what the knights seem to fail to do- and yet even when he’s slashing down enemies or getting information, his mind invariably always settles on thoughts of them. are they safe right now? are they in the city, or traveling the roads? if they’re out, are they staying clear from hilichurl camps? they aren’t hurt, right?
“master diluc, you called for me?” they come into the winery, weapon slung over their back. he frowns- they look disheveled, as if they’d gotten into a scuffle before getting there. he knows that slimes tend to frequent around the winery, much to his distaste- in theory, he’s well aware that they’re capable enough to fend off against some slimes, but it still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth to think of them being attacked by monsters. still, the sight of them calms his heart- he’d been gone for some weeks chasing down some information from some abyss mages, and the only thing he’d been able to think about was whether his... “friend” was safe. he’d never admit it if asked, but he didn’t actually have a real reason to have summoned them here; he just... needed to see them. it was fine; he could just say he wanted to discuss something. anything. it didn’t matter, as long as he could keep them close for a while.
even if he refuses to think about his own emotions, they keep growing. past crush, past love, morphing into obsession, stalkerish, feverish obsession. it’s not hard for him to get information of their whereabouts, but it’s just not enough. what can he do if he’s far away and they’re in danger? there’s nothing he can do by just knowing that- and he’s running out of excuses to invite them over and make them stay the night in one of the guest rooms, he’s running out of excuses to make them stick by him
he’s so caught up in his own dilemma of trying to keep them close, of keeping them safe (despite them being able to hold up on their own- he can’t trust anyone to keep them safe, not the knights, not themselves, if he’s not the one to protect them he can’t rest) that the thought of them simply not... belonging on teyvat never crosses his mind. not until they mention how they’ve found a way to leave
leave teyvat. just- leave the world, take flight and go far beyond where any archon- where diluc- can reach. and something in him breaks. it’s no longer him just wanting them to be safe; it’s something much more selfish, much more simple- he doesn’t want them to leave. and yet he tries to cover it up, to justify it: he needs to stop them for their own good. he needs to stop them; surely, they don’t understand what they’re doing, he’s right, he’s reasonable and calculated, he’s doing what he has to-
“i can’t let you leave.” diluc’s words are scarily serious. in his table, it’s just him and his beloved (that’s the word, that’s what they are; he’s in too deep to try and fool himself they’re anything but, not with the way his heart speeds up with them, not with the way his jealousy flares when they as much as speak to someone else). their eyes widen for a second, and then they seem to try and relax, perhaps trying to tell themselves diluc is cracking a joke. but diluc isn’t the type to kid around- and as his gaze digs into them, they’re suddenly painfully aware of the fact their weapon isn’t with them, their bag with all their belongings stashed away in a guest room. diluc notices their rising panic- he understands, he really does, but this is for their own good. “don’t try to stand too fast- you’re not making it too far. don’t worry, the drug in your drink isn’t dangerous. i just need you asleep so you don’t do something stupid and hurt yourself.”
if the people of mondstat knew their beloved darknight hero, knew that the handsome bachelor and wine tycoon diluc was capable of this- of drugging someone so he could lock them inside his own home- they’d be horrified. and he’s horrified, too; diluc isn’t even given the respite of deluding himself into thinking his actions are correct, but he can at least tell himself they’re justified. he isn’t- it’s not as if he’s forcing himself onto them, or hurting them, he’s just keeping them safe. he’s doing what he has to do.
diluc becomes almost condescending. at first he just takes away all weapons (if his darling has a vision he’ll be taking that too), keeping them in a windowless, but furnished, room. and then he takes away all objects he deems “dangerous”- perhaps he can see how depressed and hurt they are, how badly he’s destroyed them, and he fears they’ll try to hurt themselves in retaliation- any vaguely sharp or heavy object is taken away, furniture bolted to the ground, utensils taken away after every meal. “keeping them safe” may be what he claims he’s doing, but in reality, he’s almost infantilizing them, his twisted obsession and desire to protect them culminating in an almost bizarre behaviour in which he doesn’t show affection towards them but almost seems to expect them to all of a sudden give him the much-desired attention he craves
“you- why won’t you cooperate and understand? quit being so immature- i’m trying to keep you safe, don’t you get it?” the frustration in diluc’s voice is almost palpable as he looks at his darling. they’re huddled in the bed, refusing to speak or move. it shouldn’t be shocking- it’s been what, four months? maybe five, six? since he crushed their dreams of leaving the land, since he essentially took their life into his hands. he knows that what he did wasn’t good, but he just doesn’t understand why they’re acting like this. he’s decorated their room perfectly, no dangers and no sharp corners, highly-expensive furniture bolted to the ground, he’s given them books and harmless gadgets to entertain themselves with, he’s done everything he can to make a small safe heaven for them, and yet they’re so... ungrateful, flinching when he walks in, always crying. they’re lucky that diluc’s obsession doesn’t run a more violent course; he doesn’t consider using violence to finally make them answer, despite how easy it’d be to heat his hands just enough to hurt with his vision, despite how easy it’d be to finally make them realize how hard he’s working for them by reminding them how pain feels and how he’s making sure they don’t feel it- but no, he won’t. or at least, not yet.
♥︎ kaeya alberich
kaeya isn’t subtle about his attraction to them, but he never sends a clear signal- if there’s one thing he is not, it’s easy to read. when he first begins to find his mind full of thoughts about them, when he finds himself staring at them, throwing flirty comments with the intent to actually flatter and not fluster, kaeya takes it in stride as well as he can
... which is, shockingly, not was well as one would think. for all kaeya plays around as a “playboy” or “big flirt”, when it comes to actual feelings, he’s not experienced. in fact, he finds himself almost... hurting. he never gets too close to people, never leaves an opening for himself to get hurt, and yet he can tell he’s fallen hard for the outlander
feelings of jealousy and possessiveness seem to come in clutch, a rather ironic thing considering that while kaeya won’t tolerate even a compliment towards them, always stepping in and whisking them away, he seems to still be freely flirting with anyone he pleases- but really, it’s just a feeble attempt to keep up the normalcy. kaeya knows better than anyone how easy it is to form rumors, and he doesn’t quite want people speaking because he’s suddenly stopped his flirty behaviour and always hangs around one specific person
“could i perhaps bother you for a second? you see, jean asked me to go investigate some ruins near starsnatch cliff, but all the knights are busy right now. it’ll be a quick job, just come and go- care to accompany me? of course, i’ll treat you to a hot meal afterwards, as thanks.” kaeya is smooth and doesn’t falter as he speaks to them, watching as their face brightens at the mention of a warm meal. perhaps it’s mean of him to use that for leverage- as an outlander, they don’t have any home to call their own, often camping outside or paying for inns when the can afford to- and he knows very well a proper warm meal isn’t common for them. also, he’s lying through his teeth. he knows damn well there’s a ruin guard laying dormant in the ruins (that’s actually the reason why he’s supposed to go there, to get rid of it)- and with only two people, who knows how long it’ll take for them to get rid of the machine. but it’s fine- it’s just a little danger, it’s worth it for some time with them
the habit of lying to his darling to get them to do as he pleases is one kaeya can’t shake off. they aren’t naive, per se, but they can’t help but be a bit lost when it comes to cultural or historical things to do with the land, something kaeya is more than willing to use to his advantage. he doesn’t mind danger- doesn’t mind leading them right into a hilichurl camp so he can “save them”, doesn’t mind treking out right before a storm so they’re “stuck with him” on a tent while the weather clears out
there’s no formal relationship- kaeya never confesses, never decides to call them his partner- and yet it almost feels like he’s singlehandedly decided he’s dating them now. pet names, dates, affection; it’s all too much at once, and yet his smooth and tricky demeanour makes it almost impossible to turn any of it down. it’s as if he’s suddenly speeding up, going faster than before; perhaps because he fears they’ll soon try to leave mondstat- but oh, wouldn’t it be awful if the people began to talk about how they came in, seduced the cavalry captain, and then left? that’d be quite horrible, wouldn’t it? perhaps they’ll have to stay just a bit more- to clear things up and whatnot
“now, now, don’t be so hasty. where are you going now? you wouldn’t be thinking of leaving without me, would you?” the outlander seems to almost jump out of their skin as kaeya seemingly pops out of nowhere, sliding his arm around their shoulder. they’re at mondstat’s gates; they’d truly just meant to go out and train, to have a breather (to try and get some alone time, before kaeya dragged them off to do some weird quest or job), and yet the blue-haired captain had somehow caught them at the gate. they weren’t sneaking out; they had all the right to come and go, and yet dread pools in their gut, feeling as if though they’d been caught doing something wrong. kaeya chuckles, but the look in his eye isn’t quite as entertained. “i can’t say i’m a fan of you doing this, darling.”
when did his little lovesick fantasies evolve from just dreaming of kissing them and holding them to wanting to see them cry? when did the emotion he thought was love morph into the dark, unsightly obsession that churned in him, spurring him to keep manipulating and bending his darling to his will? it’s perhaps tragic that kaeya has never been one to bother himself too much with having good morals; he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get the results he wants in any scenario
and so hearing his darling shakily admit that they’re trying to figure out how to leave just spurs him on. oh, it breaks him, don’t get him wrong; kaeya’s had enough of being abandoned, of being tossed aside. and even though he rarely lets his heart be seen, in that moment, his darling sees him as vulnerable as he can be- crying, clinging to them. are they going to abandon him too, huh? toss him aside and leave him to fend for himself? it’s miserable and shocking; perhaps enough to temporarily stun his darling, to make them falter. it’s so easy to forget months of manipulation and pain seeing kaeya’s tears and hearing his sobs- it’s... too easy to tell themselves they “can stay a while more”
and that “while” might turn longer than they think. there’s nothing for kaeya to lose anymore; he can’t “move too fast” now, because he can either pounce or he can lose his darling forever. it’s a high stakes situation, and even if it takes destroying their weapons and any sort of power they have, even if it takes him locking them away in the basement to his home, it’s ok. it would have ended in this anyways and he knows it; eventually he’d have cracked, he’d have taken them for himself anyways. they just sped up the process
“you’re so cold to me, baby.” his tone is almost mocking as he tugs on the chain that’s connected to their neck, forcing them to look up to him. they’re wearing one of his dress shirts- he kindly gave them the option to either wear that or go shirtless, and then proceeded to coo over how adorable they looked, about how lovely and domestic it felt to have them wear his clothes. as if there was anything domestic about keeping them locked in a basement, the heavy collar around their neck with a chain that connected to a sturdy metal bolt on the wall. one of his hands moves to caress their face- it’s cold, and his vision flashes, as if to warn them that if they try to jerk away or upset him, he isn’t above using his ice to make them sorely regret that. he relishes in the look of panic in their eyes (he’s so far gone from the version of himself he used to be, no longer entertained by the thought of regular affection, having now had a taste of how intoxicating it was to be in power, to see the fear in their eyes and to taste salty tears running down their cheeks). “won’t you give me a kiss? of course, i’d be glad to help you get... cooler, if you’d prefer to keep giving me the cold shoulder...”
diluc is, quite simply, not used to feeling this way and yet so scared of losing this person he’s grown attached to. he’s never had time to look deeply into his emotions, much less learn how to love
because of this, he just doesn’t know how to act. he’s already not a social person as is, and now with the added fact that his heart feels like it’ll burst whenever he’s near his darling, it’s just near impossible for him to function
another effect of his lack of experience in love is that he can’t quite tell where his “crush” is teetering into an “obsession”. he’s simply never felt this way before; the jealousy that swarms him, the pressure in his chest when his darling leaves the winery, the whispers in his heart telling him to do things he knows he shouldn’t... something is wrong, that much he can tell, but it’s just so hard to stop himself from spiraling into obsession when he doesn’t even know how to stop a little crush
“thank you for your help, master diluc.” they smile as they thank him once again, as he drops them off the gates of mondstat. the guards watch with interest- after all, it’s rare to see diluc acting so friendly. and yet it’s become quite common to see the redhead winery owner accompanying this particular citizen when they must go outside.
“it’s ok, i was heading to angel’s share anyways.” he says so, but he knows full well he doesn’t have a shift there tonight. besides, it’s quite early- it makes no sense for him to arrive so early- but if his companion notices his lie, they don’t mention it. they just smile at him, mentioning they’ll drop by to eat something, and diluc feels his heart speed up. “it’s better for me to escort you if you go outside. it’s not like the knights are even trying to keep mondstat safe, so i have to at least take this into my own hands.”
he worries so much. more than him being possessive, he’s protective. and that’s the thing, really: in diluc’s mind, there’s just no such thing as safety for his darling unless they’re with him. he can’t trust the knights to keep the city and roads safe, he can’t trust barbatos to watch over them. the only way he can be sure they’re safe is by being by their side, by keeping them close
... even if they don’t want him to. diluc tries to cover his obsession by telling himself it’s enough to keep them safe; he tells himself that as long as they’re alive and healthy that’s enough. it’s too bad for diluc’s darling that for him to be certain they’re “alive and healthy” entails being forcibly escorted and constantly followed by the man
“move to dawn winery.” he says the words easily, as if he hadn’t been stressing over them for days now. his darling is once again over at his house, invited over for dinner when they had to take a small trip to windsvale to meet some family. per usual, once diluc caught wind of this, he’d made sure to escort them from mondstat to their destination and then back to his place (and if he saw the uncomfortable look on their face when they realized he once again planed on accompanying them all day, he chose to ignore it). it’s quite troublesome to try to know whenever they’re going to go out, having to drop everything to make sure they’re safe: truly, it’d be so much easier if they just moved in, where he could always make sure they’re safe and sound. it seems like a no-brainer to him, such an obvious choice for their own sake. and that’s why he’s almost shocked when his darling just denies his request and tells him to stop joking around with a nervous face.
him and his darling might not be dating officially- but even those outside of mondstat speak about how the wine tycoon has “clearly already chosen a partner” and “will probably marry soon”, as rumors spread when he’s seen constantly tailing his darling. diluc may not like rumor mills, but he knows that his darling won’t want to make a scene and cause negative rumors to snowball, and he just gets such a warm surge of pride whenever he hears him and his darling being mentioned as an item
but still, his single priority is to “keep them safe”. every night they aren’t staying at the winery he’s plagued with nightmares of them being hurt- attacked by hilichurls as they walk outside, assaulted by an abyss mage who wants to get back at diluc, or hurt by some home invasor trying to steal from their home. they are not safe unless they’re with him.
and tragically for them, diluc considers their safety more important than their feelings. it’s as easy as just... not letting them leave. by now he’s more than aware of what he’s doing- he’s kidnapping them- but he tries to tell himself it’s justified. this isn’t.... this isn’t him trying to keep them as a lover by force or keep them as a pet. this doesn’t have to do with his love. he’s just keeping them safe. this is purely just to keep them safe, right?
“this is for your own good, don’t you get it? it’s not safe out there. the fatui keep meddling around in the city, there’s more and more monsters out there every day, barbatos is no better than a drunkard, and those knights are useless- if i just let you out there, then- you’d never be safe.” he speaks to his darling as they cry, exhausted after trying to break out once again. the head maid caught them trying to pick the lock of the front door, having already escaped their room- and diluc had been there in seconds to basically manhandle them back into their room. it hurt, having them struggle in his arms (he remembers when they didn’t use to flinch from his touch, when they wouldn’t stare at him in horror), but he tells himself it has to be this way. even as they cry and beg to be set free, all he can do is silently leave and lock the door. if he stays any longer, he can’t trust himself to not succumb to his deeper desires. he doesn’t need to make them hate him more. he just has to keep them safe.
