#yandere Kaeya alberich

[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛  DRUNK ON ECSTASY ! ft. yan! venti, kaeya, diluc, albedo

In a last-ditch effort to subdue your fiery spirit and finally claim you as his, your dear yandere mixes a little something with your food. different emotions arise, but one thing is clear— you’re soooo much cuter when you’re pawing at his sleeves and crying for him.

+ whew finally got this one out of the drafts!! did this instead of the reflection paper lololol

( yandere behavior, drúgging, aphrodisíacs )

venti does it in a last-effort ditch to break down your walls. don’t blame him, okay! he’s been trying sooo hard these past few months to even put a dent in that thick wall you’ve put up between the two of you. he’s confident in his looks and his charm, and has been exploiting the utmost out of them just to seduce you! but you’re sooo hard-headed, and he’s growing really desperate!

he adores your modesty, really! but the shy and reserved smile you put on when he makes a move on you pains him both physically and mentally. he wants to see all of you, the good ones and the bad ones, and he wants to assure you that he’ll love you no matter what! he wants to see you needy and desperate just like he is, but it looks like you’re trying to control yourself. but no worry though, because venti will make it his mission to set you free of such bothersome restraints.

and well~ ♡ venti giggles as he swirls the pink liquid around its heart-shaped vial, brazenly playing with it with your back to your wine. he knows juuust the thing to get you to open up. don’t worry, don’t worry ♡ venti can’t seem to repress the wide grin as he drops just a teensy bit of the potion. this is what friends do, don’t they? help each other out?

and he’s helping you out alright. not like he has much of a choice when you cling and grasp at him so needily. he’s laughing all the time, even when you’re begging for some sort of release. his laughter, bordering on maniacal and full of lust, is muffled by the blood rushing to your head. he loves it— those desperate eyes, the whiny pleas… you’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. isn’t this wayyy better? to be true to yourself instead of hiding what you’re really like?

“venti venti ventiventiventi pleaseee~!” your whines sound absolutely delightful to his ears, and even more so when he watches you cling to him with hearts in your eyes. your hair’s a mess, your cheeks are bright red, and you smile at him like you’re drunk on the attention he’s giving you. “hmm, i don’t know…” venti feigns hesitance, even though he’s kicking his legs in delight. “it’s getting late now… don’t you need to go home at this time already?” you shake your head fervently, clutching even tighter onto him. you stare up at him so desperately and pleadingly that it’s hard to connect you to the straight-laced person you were before. “i– i don’t need to! i’ll stay here for you, venti! just pleasepleaseplease!” you nigh sob, embracing his side as try to indulge in every warmth and touch his body can offer. “please touch me already!” the giggle he lets out is almost maniacal, one that would scare you if you weren’t high on aphrodisiac. he takes a large swig from the wine bottle (more pink than the usual red) and brings your face closer to his. your breaths intermingle, smelling of sweet wine and laced with lust, as venti takes in the prize he’s been coveting for so long. “you’re so precious, my darling,” he whispers, and when he swoops in to kiss you, tongue wrapped around yours, you swear you’ve never been more contented in your entire life.

kaeya believes that he’s not the sort of person to resort to such… disgusting tactics. he tells himself that he can win you over by his charm and hard efforts alone, but the way you smile politely at him or when you take every opportunity to avoid him… it only digs deeper into his insecurities. every witty remark he has is met with an awkward laugh, every time he tries to close the distance, you shy away. it hurts him more than he wants it to. he knows he should be giving up but when he stares at the vial of aphrodisiac he’d unthinkingly buy, he knows he’s far too gone to give up.

he tries to forget about it, tries his best not to think about what horrible thoughts he’s been having of you. but every time you show him even the slightest affection, a genuine smile here or a comforting touch there, he starts caving. how happy he would be if you showed that to him every day! he’d return every affection you gave tenfold, you’d never be starved of it. he wants you so, so bad it’s maddening, and every night he sleeps in his bed alone, his mind becomes a little bit crazier.

but tonight, you were with another. he knows he’s just a friend, that you see them nothing more than a brother, but that’s not how the other party looks at you. yet you lean into their touch so willingly, laugh with them without any restraints, and smile at them so blindingly it stuns kaeya even from across the room. he grasps tightly the bulge in his pocket, heart-shaped and taunting, and bites his lip.

he wants you so, so badly. so when you approach him with your wine glass lifted, greeting him with a drunken smile, he tries to pretend that he is the subject of your affection. tonight, it can be all pretend, but when he refills your cup and watches the pink wisps drown in the red wine, he tells himself that it’ll all be real after this.

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you.” kaeya acts like he’s not the one who made you like this, swaying tipsily from the wine and the drug and clinging onto him for support. well, maybe more than support, because of the way you nuzzle into his side and breathe a sigh of relief, kaeya thinks that maybe you’re longing for something more. “hehe, have i ever told you how handsome you are, mister kaeya~?” you ask him, smiling wobbly up at him as you gaze into his one eye. he gasps in shock when he realizes that your noses are barely touching, and he leans away quickly to save his rapidly beating heart. he wasn’t like this with others, he swears, but something about you makes him so vulnerable and flustered that he doesn’t know what to do. your rented room is barely lit, the candlelights on the side of the wall somehow adding a sensual atmosphere as he guides you to your bed. the feeling of your skin against his is like fire to ice, and the little whimpers you give as the heat tortures you from within sets his head spinning. he can barely handle it, and with the way you’ve been eyeing him… surely it wouldn’t hurt to hope for more. he tries to set you on the bed, but you’re quick to push him down first and straddle him with a triumphant grin. he knows he’s the suspect behind your behavior, yet you’re the one pinning him down and he’s the one blushing and gasping like he’s been caught in your trap. “kaaaeeeyyaaaaa~ ♡” you drawl, nipping lovebites and staring at him with heart eyes and a flirty pout. “keep me company for the night?” his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your draping clothes and feels the warmth of your body on top of him. mustering up enough bravado, he summons his confident grin to his smile as he wraps his arms around your neck. his heart is beating in his chest, and his eagerness drowns out whatever guilt he may have felt. “anything for you, love.”

when desperate, diluc might not make the most rational of decisions. he had bought the love potion off the black market in a fit of mania after you had once again run off and hurt yourself. his illogical logic reasoned that if you weren’t willing to be under his care, safe, and protected, he might as well force you to want it.

the morning after, diluc’s face contorted with disgust as he looked into the reflection of a man willing to force the person he’d been pining for into something they didn’t want. he locked the crystal bottle under lock and key, swearing that not once would he ever use it. he loved you too much, and admittedly too prideful to resort to such cheap tactics. he needed you to love him of your own volition.

but tonight was another one of those nights, news of another dangerous stunt of yours in dragonspine reaching his ears. you were driving him insane. what archon would care if he kept you under his protection, shackling you to his side even if it meant depriving you of your freedom to explore the world as you wished? hell, he might even get rewarded for it, because you were going to kill yourself at this rate!

there must have been a reason why he didn’t throw away that potion like he had ought to do, a malicious subconscious telling him that he would need it in the future. and it was right, the side of diluc that he had despised so much was right. as he swirls the ominous glowing pink in its bottle, he watches it drop into your wine with a face devoid of any emotion– too sick with love and paranoia to even feel anything for the crime that he was about to do.

the way you’re shivering and reaching for his touch is making him go crazy. he had never expected the potion to be this strong (though he did drop a few too much just to ensure the… effectiveness), so he received your weak embrace with both surprise and a dark delight. your current image was one he thought he despised— babbling incoherently, swaying tipsily, airy giggles, just like the drunks he tended to— but on you, it was nothing short of endearing. especially with the way you whimper at his every caress, shaking in flush pleasure as you lean in for more. you’re pliant on his bed with hazy eyes anticipating his every move, and he gently lifts parts of your clothes to observe the collection of scars you’ve collected. “d– diluc…” you whimper, weakly grabbing at his wrist as he traces another once more. you’re so… small, hands barely wrapping around the width of his wrist. “wha… what are you doing…?” “observing my mistakes,” he replies, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple that has you whining. he sees this with dark eyes but refuses to let go of the leash he’s put upon himself. “all these scars that litter you’re body, it was my mistake for even letting you go out there when you can’t even take care of yourself.” he thumbs another scar and you bite your lip. “now you won’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be the one taking care of you.” “take care of me…?” you’re silent for a few seconds as if the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. diluc sits in silence too, waiting for you to start screaming and kicking and demanding before a wobbly grin spreads on your face. “take care of me? ♡ then…” wrapping your legs around his neck, you pull him in closer till his chin rests on your tummy, and you smile so lovingly at him that he could almost fool himself. “then take care of me lo~ots tonight, ‘kay? ♡”

albedo doesn’t even bother reserving a love potion for a last resort. he might be a patient man with most things, but he sometimes likes to indulge in his sadistic desires. and there’s no other person than you who seems to rile up those desires more than ever. to have you shivering and weak on his table, moaning weakly as you beg with a bright flush on your cheeks… albedo could not have made the potion any faster.

he’s always been… scientific? when it came to matters of the heart. he’s not the type to chalk the unexplainable thumping of his chest to a mere clash of chemical reactions in his brain. rather, he looks for the fastest and most efficient way to get him results. he could try and be content watching you from afar, dressed in your cute waitress getup as you tended to customers, but archons knew how much he was itching to have his hands on you.

every time you smiled at him from across the street, bounding from good hunter to the little alchemy stall with food that albedo had ordered with ill intentions… it festered something dark within him. albedo’s no idiot, he’s fully aware of what dangerous ideas his mind has been cooking up this entire time. you chat with him with wide and trusting eyes, unaware of how his gaze lingers on your lips and how he purposely brushes your hair back to let his touch linger. 

it drives him insane how naive you are, but it is an alchemist’s duty to break down things and build them up again to truly understand the way they are. and albedo is nothing but curious about you.

albedo is delighted at how much the potion seems to have an effect on you. you could barely think, head empty except for the constant need of albedo’s touch, and you beg for it so~o prettily too. he tucks a messy strand behind your ear, just as he always did, but instead of warm smiles and thank yous he’s met with whines and hazy eyes. “‘bedo, ‘bedo, pleeasseee~” you sob into his palm, hugging his arm in an attempt to keep more of his warmth to yourself. “wh- what’s going onnn? i’m sca-ared…” he shushes you, soft caresses tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on your temple. it’s exhilarating how much you shuddered from a mere peck and wondered that should he have made the effects stronger, it certainly would have sent you right over the edge. “sh sh shhh, it’s okay, darling. you’re fine. your body’s just reacting… accepting… let me indulge in this moment for a little bit longer, ‘kay? then i’ll relieve you of your pain.” you don’t process any of his words, just looking up at him with fearful yet trusting eyes. he chuckles when he sees this stupidly cute expression on you and helps himself to nip on your earlobe. “ngh, nha ♡ n- no! not the ear…! ‘bedo, ‘s too sensitive!” your toes curl at the onslaught of pleasure, and you can’t help but kick your legs as you’re overwhelmed. “y- you can’t…!” “oh dear,” he chuckles, pulling away from your lobe and watching as you lay on his lap, panting and twitching at the sensation of it all. “it’s just the ear, darling. surely, you can’t be that sensitive yet?” he eyes the cup of tea that he had brewed, suspiciously tinged with pink. “you haven’t finished your cup yet, you know.” “c… cup?” you slur, tongue feeling leaden. through half-lidded eyes, you can barely make out the sly smile on albedo’s lips. “wh… whaddya mean…?” huffing a fond laugh, albedo shakes his head and reaches out for the teacup, before tilting it into his mouth. his lips descend on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to be permitted entry. you part them, and the distinct taste of tea enters your mouth as he kisses you even deeper. “that’s what i mean,” he smiles, pulling away with naught but a string of saliva attached. now his cheeks glow pink, as he watches you with lustful eyes as pleasure and unbearable heat shake your body once again. “it’s time to fall even deeper, my love.”

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere venti #yandere kaeya alberich #yandere diluc ragnvindr #yandere albedo #yester.writes

[yxstxrdrxxm]

SYNOPSIS: It was the first day that you came to the country after running away from your home. Although there were mysteries left untold and people you wish to escape, there was one that you never understood—why do these men keep falling for you?!

CW/s: Delusion, lovesickness, yandere behavior, stalking, violence, murder, jealousy, nonconsensual touching. (fem. reader)

NOTE FROM BLACK SWAN: Because the majority voted for the first for the revival of "FLAWED", this is the first dream I delve that focuses on... Oh my. How intriguing... Perhaps all of you will enjoy this one. It's all about you, after all.

Since the start, you never understood the matter of obsession, especially when it comes to 'love'.

Don't misunderstand—of course, you know how bad obsession can be. In your time spent in this world, you have seen so many seemingly getting utterly obsessed with your existence, oftentimes stumbling and trying to get your attention. Try as you might to ward them away, they seemingly can't stop themselves from even fumbling over you.

It was, in all honestly, a mess. Sometimes you even wonder if these people are even normal with how they can't seem to look at you right in the eye.

Though you might find them cute as they seemingly can't understand the message of 'look at me', what is not cute is when they start committing crimes. They say its all because of you, but really, what is it about you that drives them to such a thing?

So when you have a feeling it was going to happen (and you know that it will. You have a knack for such a thing, even when you used to struggle to detect it for a week), you immediately start planning on moving to a different location entirely.

In your flawless logic, it's the only thing that drives them away. They can't find you if you can't find them, no?

Alas! It... Never works.

Each time you seemingly tried, hoping and praying to the Gods above that they'd give you a small respite, a breather, even... They seemingly come back like weed, trying to suffocate you with spouting such nonsense you hear on the daily.

The one thing you can say that it worked for the first few times. In those times, you were able to gather yourself and breathe, perhaps relax as you no longer have to worry about those people follow you.

But when they find out where you went, they never seem to stop from then.

Each time you ran, they followed. They followed and followed, up until you had to uproot your entire life to go to a different country. If only to even get a chance to think clearly.

And here you are, in the country you chose to stay in: Mondstadt. It does seem quite lovely, and the chatter amongst normal people was a nice change to the near screaming you hear almost on the daily. Although you miss your friends back at Fontaine, you can hardly think about coming back.

After all, those obsessive fools may just catch whiff of you and follow you here. You can't have their disgusting hands grab you, right?

As you stayed in Mondstadt, you find out a few things about the residents here. One of them was about Chiori's shop, which was booming in the aspect of textiles, weaving and flowers. There was another one, but you heard that the owner had went missing.

Oh well.

It must not be important.

The next were the two bars— one of them you took little interest in, considering the famous one was run by your two closest friends. You, Aether and Lumine go way back, practically when you three were kids! Although you three grew apart since you got to senior high, all of you stayed in contact.

And besides, the latter must be run by some drab, so you'd rather catch up with your friends than go somewhere unfamiliar.

And finally, the one thing you absolutely adore was the bachelors you see.

You overheard that there was a painter that's globally known in all of Teyvat, especially in the art world. You never knew what his alias is, but there were talk amongst the townsfolk of a good artist that is seen in the town square. And luckily for you, you were already heading there, and you had to stop when you saw him.

Blonde hair tied in a messy short ponytail, the rest of those locks swept carelessly by the wind. Those cyan eyes glimmering in the sun makes it look more like prized gems, and although he only wore a white vest and black jeans, the canvas and paints he has stands him out more than anything.

You can only admire as he was painting the landscape, and when his head rises, both of your eyes meet.

You simply let out a gasp and turn away, unknowing of the look he must have on his face.

Oh, no, you mused, biting your lip. I sure hope I look okay! I must look like garbage in front of such a cute painter!

You simply closed your eyes as the embarrassment settled in, but you did betray your instincts and turned when you hear footsteps walk towards your direction.

Ah. He's walking towards you. He's actually walking to your direction.

"Excuse me," he says, his eyes drifting to your attire from the ground up. Eyeing the dress you wore, the luggage, then to your face and hairdo, his lips seem to quirk to a smile. "Ah, you must be the one the twins mentioned to me about. [Name], yes?"

He knows me?!

"Yes, that's... that's me," you answered, your voice faltering as you began to twiddle your thumbs. Letting out a nervous giggle, you shifted your gaze away from him again, unable to look at him. "I guess you're friends with them, huh...?"

"Mm, I suppose," he answers, the soft sound of his voice echoing and making you feel more hung up on it. "That aside, I do believe introductions are in order. My name is Albedo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Oh, you know it's a pleasure of mine, you thought dazedly. What a prince. This must be what adoration feels.

Being with Albedo felt akin to a dream, and sometimes, you swear that those days you spent hiding from those insane suitors were all behind you.

After all, if there is one thing they can never attain, it would be what he has. The charm, wit, and his smile.

You were utterly hooked because of that smile of his.

Sure, there were moments that it felt like he were pushing those bounds bit by bit: you would catch him trying to hold your hand (something you always told him to stop), or the times he would give you those eyes. You always thought that he may be trying to hide his obsession for you, too, and he's trying to subvert the blame.

In your mind, you knew you aren't doing anything wrong. Why would you? Were you even expressing those thoughts in hopes that he would notice you?

And yet, even with that in mind, you can only find yourself dumbfounded when you hear from Alice (his companion) that he is away for a month. Something related to his work, she reasoned to you, but you took it as a sign of something sinister.

No... It can't be, you thought, horrified as you paced in your house. Don't tell me...

Now, you hate to suspect people that you liked. You hate the feeling of doing that, of thinking the person you may actually consider normal in your perspective to have fallen like the rest of the buffoons.

You hate to think they became obsessed. That he became obsessed.

So in that regard (and by the stroke of luck as he's gone for a month), you began to cut off contact with him. You began to block him everywhere, delete his number, and make sure to throw away things you suspect that he has tampered with. It was a lot, but it was all for your safety!

After all, why would you bring yourself to trust him if he's gotten obsessed over you? Ah, it'd be a nightmare!

And in your endeavor to cut him off due to the heinous idea, you began to plan out your next moves... That was, until you bumped into him.

Raising your head, your eyes met turquoise—a unique color, you thought, but you realized that it was only one.

"Oh my," you heard the recipient speak with a chuckle. "I wasn't expecting to see a cute lady here. So, you must be [Name] that I hear from Alice, hm?"

You simply squeaked when he said your name, the dulcet tones standing out far more than the soft voice you hear from that wretched blonde.

"I- I am," you stammered, raising a hand to cover your mouth. You free left hand began to fiddle with your hair, twirling a strand before you tucked it behind your ear. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking—"

He seems amused at that as he reached over to hold you from leaving.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tuts. "Not so fast, little lady. What's the hurry? I don't think it's respectful for you to walk out on someone."

Pulling his hand to your arm, he traced his fingers until he grabbed your hand, raising it to graze his lips— such is the behavior of a suitor.

"Call me Kaeya Alberich, miss [Name]," he whispers, his lips curled to a smug grin. "Or shall I call you my darling lily instead?"

Ah, he's going to be the death of me!

Unlike the time you spent with the blonde stalker to be, the time you spent with the casa nova was interesting. He seems to have a lot of fun regaling you with tales of his own, weaving them into elaborate chronicles you find yourself listening to for hours.

He was an avid storyteller, and the things he tells you feels so surreal, and yet when you look into it, it was true. You even found out that he was single too, but you never told him that.

Despite this, however, the red head is the one that catches your eye. You half-expected for him to even meet your gaze the few times you and Kaeya were together in his bar, but when you two do, he seems to look at you in disdain.

You didn't understood why he does. Kaeya tells you he looks like that to everyone, but you find that extremely hard to believe.

Does he knows that I came from Snezhnaya? you thought, pursing your lips as you stared at the busy bartender. Or is he simply playing hard to get?

You weren't with Kaeya today (which is an odd sight, because he's always free), so you decided to come by to the bar. You've been there for hours now, but even when you were staying there for so long, he never seems to bat an eye at you.

It was only when it was closing that you decide to approach the counter. You were obviously annoyed as you slammed the counter, finally catching his attention, and as you open your mouth—

"Leave."

...

"I'm sorry?" you uttered, shocked.

"Leave the bar. We're closing," he answers sharply, his steel gaze hitting you like needles on skin. "I've been ignoring you ever since you came here, miss. Please leave the bar. You've been here since nine in the evening."

The audacity of this man!

"Excuse me? Leave? I've been trying to get your attention—!"

"By what, pray tell?" he scoffs, crossing his arms with a scowl. "By batting your eyes and giggling like a teenager?"

You scoffed.

"I'd never do that!"

"Oh, but you have," you heard him reply, rolling his eyes at you—presumably because you think he has you cornered... Which he doesn't, you justified to yourself. "In fact, the bar has been empty ever since you came. You've been acting eerie enough that the regulars have left."

Hah, the audacity he has. It makes you sick.

"You act like I'm the one that has the problem here, sir," you scowl, reaching over to grab him, but he simply smacks your hand away. Raising his phone, he's now glaring at you outright.

"Don't touch me," he warns. "Miss, I'm warning you, leave. Leave or else I'll call the police."

...

You know what? Perhaps pursuing him isn't a good idea right now.

"Fine! I'll leave, then," you told him, turning on your heels to leave.

...

It was only when the lady left did Diluc sighed in relief, checking his phone once more. He noticed the messages he got from Albedo, the most recent one being something that he found shocking.

[ ALBEDO: I believe we're dealing with a case of lovesickness. ]

The sound of slamming on pavement was the thing that echoes in the room, blood and petals were being torn to shreds as the two individuals fought for dear life.

It was a monstrosity, one may say. And if they walked into the room, they would find out who was it that caused such a gruesome display and who became their victim.

Slamming the head on the floor, you felt sweat drip down your face. After what you experienced since that day, you had to be found out, and you decided that it was simply better to get rid of the weaker ones that got 'too close' to outing your location.

"You— you psycho! You freak!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, bashing the person's head as you did so. The mask they wore simply haunted you as you heard them choke and beg, but you didn't care.

They were all the same. All of them were the same, monstrous beings behind those smiles.

"Why do you keep following me?!" you yelled, raising a hammer as you slammed it on their shoulder, making them holler. "Didn't I tell you to stop?! You drove me out of that town, you freak!"

As you kept on slamming, the bones began to crack, the sound echoing around. You could hardly hear what they have to say as you simply can only see red, your ears hearing the sound of your heartbeat.

After a few more slams, you raised the weapon and bashed the head in, cracking it open like an egg and letting blood pour out.

...

Panting heavily, all you can do was look over at what you've done, and it seems that in your haste, you realized who it was that followed you.

...

Ah.

Ahaha.

Actually, that person you murdered wasn't even the one that followed you.

The blood staining your hands was one of the innocent, the one you decided to take the place of as one of the missing individuals.

Raking your hair, you couldn't help but giggle and laugh, the realization dawning on you. You forgot why you came to this town, didn't you, hm?

You came here not because of those people who became 'obsessed' and would tail you. Those people were ones that accused you for your crimes, some who had evidence as you were involved in their cases.

What a shame, really. Each time they got close, you simply bludgeoned them, making sure their remains were not to be found.

This town was no different, but it's okay, you reasoned to yourself.

Raising the now broken body of the florist, you couldn't help but smile, brain matter seeping out and blood oozing like gallons. The flowers you carelessly pulled in your rage remains by your side, but it was nothing that you can't get rid of.

It's fine now.

All you have to do was wipe everyone's memories, and you'll be in their place.

Sure, those pesky men will remember, but it's fine. In your eyes, they can't say a word when society thinks that the one they're supposed to bond with was you, after all.

You're the main character of this story, and that's how it always should be. ♡

@.yxstxrdrxxm | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

Happy April fool's!

What, were you expecting for this to be anything you wanted?

Haha, unfortunately, no. Actually, this dream was simply one that I found amusing. You all thought this was a normal yandere fic, yes?

Well... It isn't, I'm afraid. Please take what this was written with a massive grain of salt, because this dream was derived of a non-canon incident. Therefore, this dream never actually happened. Though, the events were quite jarring if it did.

Now, tell me, traliblazer.

Have you noticed anything that stands out? Anything that makes 'you' in this story perhaps... Too perfect?

Hehe. I'd start looking if I were you.

<3

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[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Ragbros x GN Reader Imagine

CW/TW: YANDERE!!!! CONTENT!!!! If you are not 18 and/or comfortable with possessive behavior, implied kidnapping, toxic relationships, and everything else that comes with yandere content, do not read!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not responsible for what media you to choose to consume.

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I just love. the idea of ragbros being supportive and complacent towards the other’s yandere tendencies once one of them finds a darling. bc it’s like, you were already screwed when one of them fell for you, but now the other one is in on it. and they’re throwing you into your captor’s arms because they care more about their sibling’s happiness than your feelings and free will.

because ultimately, they’re brothers; their relationship is incredibly strained, yes, and they’re weird around each other, yes, and neither of them can communicate worth a shit but imagine

Kaeya, who after falling in love with you quickly gives into his overly possessive feelings with only the smallest shred of guilt. Fawning over you, while at the same time manipulating you into his arms. And Diluc hasn’t seen his brother like this in a while; vulnerable, and painfully happy. Happy in a way that makes his chest ache. This is the Kaeya he had missed ever since the day their father died, because something in you had brought him back from the fake persona he had crafted around himself. Diluc’s been hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, becoming overpowered by the part of himself that never stopped caring about his brother.

On the other hand, from Kaeya’s pov when Diluc starts pining (stalking) for you from afar—he’s more curious than anything. His brother? Falling madly in love? Abandoning all his morals and logic for one person? He’s a little dumbfounded. He thinks about it. Considers the implications. and well. Diluc deserves it. He deserves something good. He’s lost so much, and he does so much for the city already. Shouldn’t Kaeya just help him have this one thing, that he wants more desperately than anything else in the world?

they know how fucked up it is and they don’t try to delude themselves into thinking that maybe they could help the situation; they’re completely aware of how unhinged and unethical the things they’re putting you through are.

If anything, the process of ruining your life probably fixes their relationship. or at least, it makes the rift between them a little smaller by revealing the soft spots they still have for each other after all those years.

and hey, if the other ends up falling for you too, that wouldn’t be too bad right? they might not be the greatest at sharing, but it’s a comfort knowing you’ll definitely never get away with both of them hovering over you and watching your every move.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #male yandere #yandere #yandere diluc #yandere kaeya #cw yandere #tw toxic behavior #tw yandere #yandere diluc ragnvindr #yandere Kaeya alberich #yandere diluc x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #romantic yandere #kaeya x reader #yandere genshin impact x gn reader #yandere genshin impact x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #cw possessiveness

[glimmeringtwilight]

Hide and Seek | Demon!Kaeya x Reader

Hello hello! This is the first halloween fic with some demon Kaeya for you all :] happy spooky month!!

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: AFAB READER, NSFT, noncon, "sweetheart" as a nickname (no explicitly gendered nicknames though), yandere themes, some blood, maybe implied voyeurism(up to the imagination really), unprotected sex, slight religious themes, probably inaccurate portrayal of ghost hunting.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” 

You roll your eyes, trying to not let the bored, infuriating drawl of your partner get under your skin. “Yes, Kaeya. We’ve done this at least a dozen times now. You don’t need to ask that every time.”

Technically, you don’t know what you’re doing, but you won’t say as much to him. You’ve just read dozens of articles, and this is the sort of thing you’ve seen and read about other paranormal investigators doing, so there’s got to be a reason for it, right?

Kaeya shrugs, moving from his lazy slouch against the dusty countertop closer to you. Air washes over the back of your neck and you bristle, turning over your shoulder to glare at him. He smiles. “What, am I not allowed to watch my partner work?”

Ignoring him, you light another candle. 

“You know… I’ve got to hand it to you, I’ve never met someone as… zealous as you.” He continues after a minute of blissful silence. You try not to roll your eyes again. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We’ve been searching for-” he makes an exaggerated motion with his hands, pantomiming quotation marks, “-’ghosts’ and ‘ghouls’ and-” he laughs; cynical, cracking laughter- “demons... And after all these months of nothing but boring, dusty houses, you’re still convinced there’s something out there.”

“Okay.”

He laughs again at your lackluster response, this one more mirthful than cynical, and you purse your lips to suppress the smile you feel creeping up. Bastard doesn’t deserve it. You light the last candle, blowing out the match and setting it on the floor next to the rest of your supplies. 

“No offense, but don’t demons like blood? I don’t think red chalk and soy wax candles are going to summon a demon.” Kaeya leans forward to inspect your handiwork over your shoulder, clicking his tongue. “Maybe that’s why we haven’t seen a demon yet. Not enough blood offerings.”

You smile despite yourself. “And are you willing to use your blood, then, Mr. Skeptic?”

“No can do, sweetheart. Demons don’t like my blood type.”

“And what’s your blood type?” 

“Whichever one demons dislike the most.”

That earns a laugh out of you, and you swat him away when he preens a little too much at finally wrangling a laugh out of you. “Go make yourself useful, then, and get the salt from the van.”

Kaeya rocks back onto his heels in a languid stretch, rolling his eyes– well. Eye. You never did ask him about the eyepatch– before turning to go fetch the requested item. “I don’t think demons are allergic to the most boring seasoning, but if it so pleases you…”

“If they’re allergic to you then they’re surely allergic to salt,” You fire back, cleaning up one of the chalk lines with your thumb. 

“Hurtful!” He calls back from down the hall. You hear the front door slam shut a second later.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the task at hand. Admittedly, you’re not sure this will work. It’s not an exact science, but you’re willing to try anything at least a dozen times before ruling it out, and maybe this time will be different. 

While you wait, you dig the ouija board out of your bag, balancing it on your knees, and set the planchette on the center of it. 

Never use a ouija board alone, the woman you’d bought it from had told you sternly. At the time, you’d never even considered it. Using it alone seemed like a bad idea anyways– an invitation for bad things, but… 

Whenever you’ve used it with Kaeya– on the rare occasion he wouldn’t use it as an opportunity to mess with you by purposefully dragging the planchette around the board– nothing would happen. You’re beginning to wonder if he’s bad luck– maybe the kinds of paranormal things you investigate just don’t like talking to a smartass. 

So… Just this once can’t hurt, right?

“Hello. Is anyone there?” You try, resting a few fingers on the planchette. 

No response. 

“If… If there’s someone here, please make yourself known.” You try again. The sound of your voice bouncing off the walls is unnerving– the bareness of the house you’re in is somehow more unsettling than the homes you’ve been in with plastic covered furniture, buried under thick layers of dust. 

Nothing still. 

You’re about to give up, say goodbye and put the board away before Kaeya returns from the van and starts pestering you again, but there’s a sudden tug on the planchette– firm enough it’s almost ripped out from beneath your fingers.

“YES.”

You stare, wide-eyed, down at the board. Your heart begins to pound. “...Hi.”

The planchette shifts again. “HELLO.”

“Hi,” You parrot again, a small, nervous laugh cracking from your chest. Your hand trembles, but you keep it on the planchette. “Uh, hah- Um. How… are you?”

This time, it starts to spell a word. Each letter makes your heart rate spike. “SCARED,” it says. 

“...Why?”

“THAT THING.”

“The… The candles?” 

“NO.”

You’re about to ask another question– maybe the chalk? Maybe you drew the wrong sigils– but the planchette moves again on its own accord, frantically darting from letter to letter. It’s hard to keep up; you’re so busy trying to keep ahold of the planchette with how fast it moves across the board you almost forget to pay attention to the word, processing it a few moments after it’s stopped:

“DEMON.”

“Where?” You press, glancing around to the darkened corners of the room, cold shivers prickling your spine at the thought. It’s messing with you. It has to be, right…?

“NO.” A pause, to be sure you’re paying attention, then it drags across the board hurriedly, like it’s afraid of being caught, “WHO.”

“Who…? I don’t-”

Wood scrapes harshly against wood, the sound grating on your ears, screeching. It’s spelling something new now. A name.

“K A E Y-”

“Sorry I took so long! I couldn’t find the salt.” You hear your partner call from down the hall, footsteps echoing through the empty space. 

You stare blankly at the board as the planchette slips from beneath your fingers, ending on the “GOODBYE.”

Kaeya stops at the entryway, container of salt in hand, “Damn thing rolled under the– Oh, woah, what’s with that face?”

It’s hard to force yourself to calm, balling your hand into a fist and setting it in your lap. You force a shaky smile, trying not to shudder at the look of disdain on his face when his eye flits to the board still sitting in your lap.

“Without me?” He says, striding over and plopping down a bit too quickly. He laughs when you flinch. “I’m wounded.”

You swallow harshly, smile at him with more teeth than you should, and try to choke back the anxiety bubbling in your chest. Why was it spelling his name? “Sorry,” You breathe, clearing your throat when the reply comes out reedy, “I should’ve waited.”

“Spook yourself?” Kaeya asks, leaning in. His eye glints in the candlelight. When you lean away he smiles, all teeth. “You’re shaking.”

You are. But this is your partner, right? The same skeptic that’s tormented you and been a thorn in your side for months. The same smartass that tries to scare you whenever you have to turn out your light, the same one that teases you for jumping at every little creak and noise when you explore abandoned buildings together. 

“Yeah.” Has his eye always been that bright? “Sorry. I thought it worked this time.”

You don’t quite know why you’re lying. Something in your gut tells you to. 

Kaeya pouts, pulling away from you to lean back against his palms. “Aw. Well, that’s a shame. Did it tell you anything fun?”

“Uh-” You clear your throat again, voice pitching. “Nothing. Just… Gibberish.”

“Gibberish?” He parrots back, turning his attention to the candles. You can’t see his face now, dim in the scarce light. The candlelight catches on the ends of his hair– almost beautiful. But your heart hasn’t stopped pounding, the image of the board’s last message replaying in your mind. 

“Y-yeah. I thought it was spelling something, but… nothing.” You tear your eyes away from him to the flickering candles as well, trying to suppress the tremors of adrenaline. It’s just a board. Whatever was speaking to you was probably just fucking with you. 

“Mmmhm.” 

A tense silence follows, with your partner drumming his fingers against dusty floorboards. The sound cracks against your ears, too sharp and loud in the quiet house you occupy to block out. 

“I have an idea.” He starts, not commenting on the little, frightful jump you give when he breaks the silence. “Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah. A game,” He reaches forward, pinching the wick of one of the candles and snuffing it out. He quickly moves on to the next, snuffing out the circle of candles you lit one by one, each sizzling loudly between his fingers. A scent like burnt flesh hits your nose and you recoil, a hand flying up to cover your mouth and nose. 

“Kaeya, what–”

“Hide and seek, to be precise,” He interrupts, unbothered. Without the guide of candlelight you can barely see him, just the vague shadow of a man you think you know. “I’ll seek.”

“Kaeya?”

That shadow turns to look at you. “You have thirty seconds to hide, and I have sixty seconds to find you. Sound fair?”

“L-Look, Kaeya, I don’t-”

“Thirty.”

“Kaeya-”

“Twenty-nine.”

Your stomach lurches. You scramble to your feet, hesitating briefly as the blood rushes to your head from the sudden movement. His eye catches in the bare moonlight that filters in from one of the broken windows, staring straight at you. 

“The previous homeowners left everything that was in their attic. Plenty of places to hide, up there.” He tells you, voice low and conspiratory. You can hear the smile in it; catch a glimpse of teeth. “...But you didn’t hear that from me. Twenty-eight.”

You run for the attic. Kaeya’s voice follows you down the hall, almost sing-song as he counts down. 

Tearing through the rooms, the drone of his voice is drowned out by the sound of your footsteps echoing through the halls. Every room you peer into is completely bare, and you come to the sinking realization that Kaeya was telling the truth– you can’t hide in any of these rooms, it’d take only a quick glance to find you. 

You try to slip up the stairs to the attic as quietly as you can manage, each groaning step making your heart sink further. 

By the time you’re at the top of the steps, you can’t hear Kaeya’s voice anymore. Is he still counting?

The attic is dark, but filled with old, dusty furniture and water-stained cardboard boxes. Sheets cover some of the furniture, moth-eaten and filthy. You stumble through the dark, further into the room. 

“Ready or not, here I come!” Kaeya calls from further in the house. 

Shit. 

There’s a large wardrobe in the corner, turned on its side and partially covered with a sheet like much of the other furniture in the space. It’s better than nothing. The handle sticks when you tug on it, but the door eventually swings awkwardly open– and blessedly quiet– and you’re able to clamber inside the cramped space. 

You shut the door quietly behind you, huddling uncomfortably against the back of it. You can hear the steps to the attic groaning under Kaeya’s weight, then silence. 

Blood rushes in your ears, and you strain to hear over the thrum of your own heart. There’s footsteps meandering around the room now, and you can hear your partner humming lackadaisically as he searches. 

He’s fucking with you. He’s got to be. He saw how spooked you were from the ouija board and he decided that now was the best time for this. Once he’s done with his game you’ll come out and tell him what actually happened with the board. 

…It’s what you want to believe, but terror still graws at your throat, suffocating as you listen to Kaeya tossing heavy objects about the room in his search. It’s been more than sixty seconds by now, hasn’t it? You don’t know. 

The rummaging stops a few feet away from the wardrobe you’re hiding in. You hold your breath, fishing out your phone and unlocking it. 

He wouldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t. He’s just trying to scare you. 

Right?

You’re not given the time to dwell on it. The wardrobe door swings open, blue light from your phone screen illuminating Kaeya’s face. His one visible eye is wild, pupil blown wide and mouth stretched into a toothy grin. 

“There you are.”

He’s just messing with you. He’s just messing with you, he’s just messing with you–

“O-Okay. Okay, you found me,” You croak, trying to smile despite the anxiety, sharp and sour like acid on your tongue, “Let- Let’s go back to the van, okay? I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Kaeya pulls you out of the wardrobe by your arm, his grin settling down into something calmer, something more like what you’re used to seeing from him; teasing and playful. “Of course. But, ah, don’t you think I deserve a reward for winning?”

He doesn’t seem to care for a response, already settling down against the dusty hardwood and dragging you by the arm into him, “You know… I’m surprised it took you this long. I’ve been dropping hints for months– subtle ones, of course. Didn’t want to spoil the surprise too quickly.”

For months?

Fingers drum against your spine, staccato movements that send pinpricks of dread through you. “To think such a mousy little spirit would be the one to slip through my fingers and tell you… I guess I should have figured that hag’s warning wouldn’t deter you forever. I just didn’t think you’d have the guts to try the board on your own. Had I known, I would have found some excuse to drag you out with me to the van.” 

He feigns an exasperated sigh. “I was enjoying our game, too. Oh well. It can’t be helped, I suppose.”

You think back on your time spent with him over the last few months. His oddities– he’d always vehemently refuse to touch any of the crucifixes, insisting you had to be the one to bring them into the building because the metal used in them is cheap and gives him hives. 

Or how he’d always blaze on ahead of you to scope out a new building, long legs carrying him in quick strides you struggle to match. You’d eventually given up trying to match his pace and would just let him do his thing. 

Or how, despite constantly insisting the sigils in your book were silly and wouldn’t defend against the boogeyman, he’d still correct you on the protection ones; or smudge the summoning ones with his shoe or with his thumb, smiling and swearing that he thought he saw a spider or a fly when you would catch him doing so. 

Or how, even after all these months, you’ve never once seen him eat. Whenever you’d go out with him to a diner after spending the night in some abandoned building, he’d only ever order a coffee or a glass of water, Or if you were going out to dinner, he’d order something alcoholic and nothing more. In the past, you’d assumed that he ate at home after the two of you parted ways. 

Kaeya’s always been the last one to fall asleep whenever you’d spend the night with him in sleeping bags beside each other in gutted, hollow homes. It used to comfort you, knowing that he’d stay awake for you, talk your ear off until exhaustion won out and you were no longer able to listen. But now…

“...What are you?” You whisper. 

“I think you already know,” He replies, leaning down to dig his nose against your nape. His free hand coils around your throat, something sharp and cold dragging against your skin with the tips of his fingers that was definitely not there before. 

You try to blindly fumble with your phone to dial an emergency number without looking at it– as inconspicuously as you can manage– but Kaeya shifts, unwinds his arm around you and tightens the hand around your throat, and plucks the phone out of your hand. 

He jostles you in his grasp a little with the force he uses to throw it out of sight, far behind him, and you hear it shatter against the wall. 

Ice congeals in your blood, but it doesn’t compare to the sudden frigid shock of his hand sliding underneath your shirt, pressing against your spine to push you closer to him. He feels like snow– absent of warmth and sapping all of your own from you, hungry and stealing. 

“Don’t-” You start, protests tapering off into a pained whine when those sharp-tipped fingers start to dig into your skin, drawing patterns with enough force to leave blood beading in their wake. “Kaeya, that hurts-”

Kaeya shushes you, squeezing your throat tight enough to cut off your next words, “Hush. I’m almost done.”

There’s a building pressure in your chest, pins and needles spreading through your limbs , sensations dulling. You feel the sudden disconnect– the exact moment you’re forced into the backseat in your own body. 

It’s less like the flip of a switch and more like the ice beneath your feet cracking, the sea suddenly and savagely swallowing you whole. Ice floods your veins, pervasive and engulfing– and you’re forced to watch, a prisoner in your skin, as Kaeya lays you on your back. 

The room is freezing. You can see your own breath in front of you, but not Kaeya’s. 

“You’re so soft,” He comments, hands sliding underneath your shirt. You try to bristle, to shove him off, to react in any way besides staring wide-eyed and terrified, but you can’t move. 

Questing hands explore your prone form, hiking up your shirt, tugging down your pants. Kaeya’s eye glows faintly in the darkness of the room– a trick of the light or something else, you don’t know. 

Your pants are tugged fully off you in a hasty motion, cold fingers ghosting over bare skin before Kaeya moves to kneel between your legs. 

You feel the cold on your skin, a wash of equally-cold breath against your sex. It takes a second to register the sensation of cool lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, tongue laving so hard that it registers first as pain before shifting to razor-sharp pleasure. 

Kaeya eats you like a man starved– teeth and tongue and firecracker bright. One arm hooks around your thigh, angling your hips upward. His free hand moves up your chest to tug at your nipples, pinching with enough force to pull whimpers from your mouth and send shocks down your spine. 

It’s torture– being passenger in your own body, forced to endure the sensations. Shadows dance in your vision as you’re forced to stare blankly forward at the ceiling; your mind unable to see what’s in front of you in the pitch blackness and filling the gaps with shapes you don’t want to recognize.

Worse, still, is how cold it is. How cold his hands are, how cold the room has gotten. It rests just on the precipice of freezing– cold, but not cold enough to do more than wrack your body with shivers and raise gooseflesh. Uncomfortable, but not deadly in the way his hands are. 

The hand playing with your chest slides down between your legs, and he takes advantage of the arousal that’s started to leak from your entrance, sliding two cold fingers into you. 

Thankfully, those sharp-tipped nails are blunt once more as he presses them inside you. You almost wish they weren’t, however, when they immediately curl inside of you, abusing a spot that has you shuddering and clenching unwillingly around him. The heat that builds inside of you hurts almost the same, too fast and too sudden with the sensation that Kaeya forces from you. 

Nails dig into your thigh, drawing blood, and Kaeya sucks harder than before. An orgasm is ripped so suddenly from you it hurts. It’s wrong. It hurts. Your vision whites out anyway. You cry out through closed lips, unable to properly scream. 

Kaeya doesn’t nurse you through it. Doesn’t try to gently ease you back to earth. Instead, you hear him take a sharp intake of breath– does he even need to breathe?– and then his mouth is back on you, as fervent as it was before. 

It burns– too much sensation at once. You struggle to breathe, struggle to regain control of your body to twist away from him. The most you can manage is a twitch of your fingers. 

Another orgasm rips through you like a bullet., half overstimulated pain and half pleasure. You black out. 

When you come to, Kaeya’s moved up to hover over you, hands cupping your cheeks in a way that’s so tender it makes you sick. 

There’s a smile on his face that matches the aching emptiness in your chest. You tear your eyes away, looking back towards the ceiling instead. There’s a small hole in the roof, you realize– one you didn’t notice before, but there’s light starting to filter through it now, the morning beginning to crack open its eyes for a new day. 

“Do you believe in god?” He asks, dragging your attention away from the dawnlight beginning to pour into the room with a firm grip on your chin. 

When you don’t answer, his smile widens into something sickening and self-satisfied. He leans in, whispering fervently against your mouth– “That’s alright. I can be your god.”

You close your eyes, if only to not have to see his face as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he forces it past your slack lips. 

He kisses you long and slow, stealing the breath from your lungs like he steals the warmth from your skin. When he pulls away, his thumb takes the place of his tongue– invasive and vile and unwelcome. You fight against the paralysis as much as you can, trying to muster the strength to do anything more than lie there. 

Kaeya grins at the weak press of teeth against his thumb, cooing patronizingly when you can’t manage to bite down any harder. He doesn’t remove his thumb, just presses further into your mouth until you gag around him and holds it there. 

He shuffles a bit, free hand pressing your thigh against the floor as something presses against your entrance. It’s the only warning you get– a sharp intake of air before he’s pressing inside of you like a knife; cold and unforgiving and so, so wrong. 

“Cute,” He says, when you try to beg around the thumb in your mouth. “Cute,” He reiterates, when you try again to bite, when you force a trembling hand up and try to pry his hand from your mouth. 

Pins and needles lance through your arm, your grip weak. You can barely curl your fingers around his wrist with how heavy your limbs feel. 

Kaeya pulls out, thrusting back in and jostling your body against the ground, and your arm falls slack against your chest. He sets a slow pace, unlike the way he did with his mouth. It's worse. It’s so, so much worse; feeling the way your body betrays you instead of the overwhelming burn of sensation like before.

He looks at your face the entire time, gauging the way you bite his thumb and stifle whimpers. One particularly harsh thrust has your eyebrows furrowing, expression betraying the sharp bolt of pleasure that lances through you, and he smiles.

The thumb is pulled from between your lips and replaced with his tongue once more as he leans back down to kiss you. You try to be impassive, to be as unresponsive as possible, but each harsh thrust of his cock cracks another whimper from your lips against his. He swallows each one, thumb moving to rub deep circles into your clit. 

You wonder what became of whoever it was that warned you– are they still here? Are they watching? But the room is quiet save for your quest gasps and whimpers– the sound of skin on skin as Kaeya presses into you– and you've never felt more alone.

“Stop,” You gasp against his mouth. It’s too much– the building heat, the coiling pleasure. You won’t, you can’t– “Stop-” 

“It’s okay,” He bites your lip, digs his nails into your thigh. You feel blood drip onto the floor but it’s drowned out by the incoming peak you try to stave off. “You’re okay. Let go.”

You sob against his mouth, clenching down on his cock as he forces another orgasm out of you. It hurts in a different way this time, cold as you come back down from it. This time, the cold takes root; sinks into your bones and into your lungs, threading between ribs and vertebrae. 

Distantly, you hear him groan– feel him shudder and release inside you. You turn your gaze to the ceiling, where morning light pours in to wash over the two of you. 

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t move away, just pulls you close and into him, stealing the warmth from your chest. It’s like being cradled by snow. And when he brushes the hair from your face– smiles another hollow, empty smile– you wonder if, perhaps, he is.

#yandere #do i even tag this as kinktober bc like it kinda isn't #yandere kaeya #dark content #cw: noncon #yandere kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich #kaeya/reader #kaeya x reader #yandere kaeya/reader #dead dove do not eat #my writing #genshin #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #halloween fics 2022 #there. that works. #probably missing a tag but ehhhhhhhh.... #you can tell where i started to get sick of this fic bc i feel like i characterized him p well at the start but by the end.... #yeah. #anyway #not sfw #nsft

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Unconditional Daydreams.

Pairing: Yandere!Incubus!Kaeya x F. Reader [+Diluc] (Genshin)

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Modern AU, Non/Con, Oral Sex, Distorted Reality, Implied Memory Tampering, and Slight Marking.

“Are you absolutely sure you should be working tonight?”

You glared in Diluc’s direction, to where he was standing behind the bar counter, idly cleaning pint glasses while you wiped off tables on the main floor. You knew he meant well - that as the owner, it was his responsibility to make sure his bartenders wouldn’t pass out while serving customers – but you were getting tired of the questions, of the unwanted comments on the bags under your eyes and the lack of color in your face. You looked like shit. You knew. But, you couldn’t afford to miss another shift just because you looked like a walking corpse, even if you were starting to feel like one, too.

“It’s fine,” You muttered, and then again, with more force, more reassuringly. “I’m fine. I’ve just been having weird dreams, lately. It’s been keeping me up.”

Diluc hummed, his usual scowl twitching up into a slightly softer, slightly less hostile frown. His tone was steady, dulled, but honestly, you were just surprised that he was bothering to indulge you at all. “Are you going to share with the class, or will I just have to let my curiosity eat me alive?”

You started to shake your head, to brush him off, but stopped yourself, laughing airily. You still had an hour before you opened for the night, and if telling him about your stupid, inane dreams would help to pass the time, you didn’t really have an excuse not to.

Still, you hesitated to start, letting your head lull to the side and your rag slip out of your hand. At least talking would help stave off the exhaustion. “It always starts with this guy, I think his name is— Kaeya— Kaeya—”

His name caught in your throat, and your hands shot downward, your fingers soon tangled in his hair as you made a half-hearted attempt to pull him away. He didn’t budge, obviously, only letting out a rough groan as he lapped over your entrance, tracing aimless patterns into your slit with his tongue before drifting, lapping over your clit until he drew out a sharp, cracked whine, audible evidence of your over-sensitivity. Even then, he only drew back far enough to latch onto the inside of your thigh, sucking harsh bruises into vulnerable skin while you pouted, carding your fingers through his hair. “Go on,” He encouraged, after giving you a moment to catch your breath. “You were telling me about the nightmares you've been having, right?”

You huffed, collapsing into the cushions of your loveseat. He hadn’t wasted any time today, forgoing his usual flirting and pet-names in favor of pushing you onto the nearest sofa and pulling your skirt up to your waist, burying his face in your cunt before he could so much as pretend he’d come over for anything else. You didn’t really mind. That was how it always ended up when the two of you saw each other – with Kaeya on his knees and you, too delirious to do anything but call out his name. “They’re not really nightmares,” You mumbled, your voice nearly too quiet to be audible. Kaeya made a throaty, reverberating sound of acknowledgment, and you went on, watching blearily as he peppered love-bites along your thighs. “Most of them are pretty normal, and you’re always there. I think I know you, most of the time, but it’s always a little blurry, and I can’t really tell if you’re supposed to be my neighbor, or my husband, or just a stranger I don’t—”

“Oh, so it is a nightmare,” He cut in, warm breath fanning over the back of your neck. His arms snaked around your waist, dragging you against his chest, and you laughed, playfully jabbing your elbow into his stomach. He’d cornered you in the kitchen, demanding his hourly dose of attention while you were trying to get something out of one of the higher cabinets. You could still hear the movie you’d been watching playing in the other room, and he could’ve just waited until you got back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. You… well, you just couldn’t, with Kaeya. “I mean, a world where your handsome, charming, doting, handsome boyfriend is little more than a stranger to you? That sounds like a nightmare to me.”

“A few hours without your awe-inspiring modesty? I’m not sure how I managed to survive.” You felt his lips brush against the edge of your jaw, then the column of your throat, nipping gently when he reached your jugular. “It really isn't that bad. We’re usually just hanging out, or I’m meeting you for the first time, and we’re…”

You trailed off, but he didn't seem bothered, his grin pressing into the crook of your neck. He was grinding against your ass, now, because of course he was, the insatiable bastard. “We’re what, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “We’re fucking, sometimes. That’s not the important part. It’s what comes next. After a while, everything just starts to—"

A hand slipped under your shirt, and you felt your smile waver, something in the back of your mind clicking out of place – like a bone pulled out of its socket, some electrical circuit disconnected from its system. You’d done this before, but you hadn’t. He was Kaeya, but…

But, you didn’t know a Kaeya, did you?

Silk sheets pressed into your back, cool and mild compared to the pure warmth radiating above you. There was something tangled around your arms – braided rope, soft to the touch but strong enough to keep your arms pinned above your head as he thrust into you, fucking into your cunt with no sense of concern or restraint. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, everything a little too hot, a little too intense, a little too hazy when you made any attempt to focus, to do anything but lie back and feel what was happening to you.

In an effort to block it out, to make the heat washing over you just a little more bearable, you tried to shut your eyes, to bite into the side of your tongue, but a hand rose up to cup your cheek, to work a thumb into the corner of your lips and pry your teeth apart, until your mouth hung open and you were stripped of any way to swallow back your little, whimpered moans. It didn’t hurt, but it was sadistic. You couldn’t feel much of anything, but all of it was agonizing, inhumane.

You’d never been here before, but it was all so, so familiar.

You could see him, above you, his smile broad and relaxed, one of his eyes visible and the other hidden behind a mess of dark hair. His movement slowed, but didn’t still, growing just lax enough to allow him to laugh, to lean down until his chest pressed into yours and his hair formed a curtain around you – caging you against him, refusing to let the rest of the world in. He was still holding your mouth open, but if he was deterred by your objection, your panic, it wasn’t enough to keep him away from you, to stop his lips from crashing into yours. You tried to pull away, and when that failed, to bite down, but you couldn’t move, and your mind went blank, and—

You woke up with a start, clawing at the bar’s tile floor as you bolted upward. You were on the ground, breathing heavily, and Diluc was at your side, a hand raised like he’d been moving to touch you. The renewed exhaustion hit you first, like something very heavy and very blunt to the back of your head, then the soreness, the aching in your limbs and the throbbing behind your eyes, tired muscles taunted with a moment of rest. Still, you did what you could to brush it off, to smile apologetically as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m… I’m sorry about that, it’s never happened before. How long was I out?”

“About thirty seconds.” Dry, flat, with only a hint of concern lacing his tone. He looked shaken, if anything, his eyes a little too wide, his own breathing as heavy as yours, and a tight knot of guilt formed in the back of your throat, only growing more difficult to swallow down as he went on, clearly taking pains to maintain his composure. “Get your things. I’m taking you home.”

“No, it’s alright, I’m—” You tried to get up, but your knees gave out as soon as you tried to put your weight on them, leaving you to stumble forward and brace yourself on a nearby table. He followed you, pushing himself to his feet, moving to take your arm before you brushed him off. “I promise, I’m fine, I just need to—”

“You need to get some rest. I’m not letting you drive, either, not like this.” You opened your mouth, squaring your shoulders, but stopped yourself, bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to nod. You took a tentative step, moving towards the breakroom, but Diluc stopped you, a hand landing on your shoulder. “By the way,” He started, his voice low, razor-edged. “Do you know anyone named Kaeya?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I don’t think so. I mean... should I?”

He seemed to hesitate, but ultimately let you go. “Just get your things. I’ll be waiting here.”

You didn’t try to argue at all, this time. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to stay here, to push yourself any farther.

Honestly, you just wanted to sleep.

~

Diluc waited until you’d left the main floor, until he couldn’t hear your footsteps or see you moving behind the door’s circular glass plane. Once you were out of earshot, he let out an airy sigh, fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing a familiar number, a number he swore he’d never have to call again.

“Kaeya?” He said, as soon as the ringing stopped. And then, without waiting for an answer, “We have to talk.”

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[throwaway-yandere]

ESTHER (Yandere Idol!Kaeya Alberich/Reader)

CW: bodily harm. 

Alice's note, mother of Klee: I'm not sure why Lumine put you here exactly. I thought you'd end up with Aether– oh but I guess she wants to keep her brother to herself. Keep your guard up around Kaeya, "ESTHER". You'll never know what he's up to.

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Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. You're supposed to be the assistant and Kaeya Alberich is your idol. 

So why the hell does it feel like it's the other way around?

Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. Being the assistant is what you're supposed to do, and Kaeya Alberich is your hero.

He is unnervingly kind. Kaeya would make it a point to pull out seats, open doors, and give you a warm welcome each morning. For someone in your position, this is a big deal. Though it doesn't appear that way in photos and fancams, you were given the responsibility of managing him. Strangely enough, he spoke of what he does as if it were nothing. He'd laugh and say that he treats everyone with the same vigor, and almost mockingly tells you that he's sorry if he "led you on."

It was embarrassing.

Of course, Mister Alberich doesn't have any romantic attraction towards you. You're just his producer, nothing more, nothing less. During the album release celebration, he made that extremely apparent. Kaeya even went into detail about how you're just not his type and went so far as to offer a date if you were deeply saddened by his rejection. Needless to say, you were more than thankful that he confronted you alone on the balcony. However, you can't help but reserve some doubts regarding his sincerity so you spend your alone time pondering his words.

Fortunately, Diluc saw your dilemma.

"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

Without Diluc whispering rather earnestly to clear your head, you don't know how long you would've stayed on the balcony. You didn't understand what Mister Ragnvindr meant by that, but he was kind enough to (finally) give you his contact number. He insisted that if his adopted brother were to trouble you again "psychologically or otherwise", you should ring him up. 

When you went to work the next day, Kaeya already knew about your secret exchange. Not like he was being subtle about it.

"Good evening, Sir Alberich."

"Hmm, I think you're in the wrong room, Mx. Producer." He smiled so sweetly. It was kinda nauseating, but that was his intention. "Aether's in the lobby– oh, but maybe you're here for my brother?"

You smiled. 

Well, you're just relieved that your two-way joking banters had resumed. You don't want to spend the whole day silently ordering him around.

"Oh, wow, really? I definitely did not just see them both when I got here." You gasped exaggeratedly. "Do you think I should get his autograph?"

Kaeya scoffed, grinning, but his lips were strained and his eyes did not crinkle. He wasn't having a good day, you mentally noted.

"(Y/n)."

"Sir."

"What's my schedule for today?"

You laughed. Kaeya doesn't like it when you nag him. Strangely, he's practically begging to be bugged by asking this question.

"You have to practice for the To Be Reunited play. Act II - Scene 1 to 5. Afterward, you have a business meeting with assistant "Mei" and CEO Alhaitham–"

"Alright, alright, let me rephrase that." Kaeya sighed. His shoulders dropped down, and you realized just how tense he was earlier. "You. What's YOUR schedule for today?"

You raised an eyebrow. 'What are you trying to pull?' is what you want to say but judging from how your "boss" was trying to hide how dejected he looks, you're not going to push your luck.

"Same as yours, Sir Alberich." You told him nonchalantly.

"When are you– when are we BOTH free, then?"

"Around 3 to 5 PM."

"How fortunate." He grabbed his phone, typing something down. "Let's grab some chicken-mushroom skewers later– look forward to this." 

You shrugged. "Mushroom soup is better. Allow me to pay for it at least–"

"Can't hear you right now over the sound of me being SOOOO busy, (Y/n)."

"Heh. What a drama queen."  

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"Kaeya...?"

You unlocked his apartment's door.

He hasn't gone to work for days. Although three leaves of absence may not seem concerning, as a well-known idol, this is a producer's worst nightmare. His location said his phone is here, so you're acting under the assumption that he wouldn't leave without it. Although this act theoretically constitutes an invasion of privacy, you are desperate to find out why he suddenly went up and vanished.

"Listen– I brought some chicken-mushroom skewers!!! And one bowl of mushroom soup but that's not important..." You muttered the last sentence.

SHUT!!!

"Didn't your parents warn you not to enter a man's house so recklessly?"

In a blink of an eye, Kaeya was in front of you. His clothes were unkempt and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway. 

His starry cerulean eyes were melancholically breathtaking.

No– his starry cerulean eye.

You were so mesmerized and concerned that you didn't realize he had you backed up against the wall.

"What... What happened?" You traced your thumb lightly across his bandaged face. The gauze was not clean. This wound was recent. Regardless of what facts you found out, you couldn't fathom just who would try to hurt Kaeya like this. "Who did this? Who did this to you?!"

"Took you long enough." He muttered. 

Kaeya drew back slightly, but he refused to remove the hand that trapped you in this position. You reached out to grab your phone– to contact Diluc– but his large hand stopped you.

"Kaeya–"

"I did some digging a few days ago." Kaeya chuckled. His breath caressed your cheeks, but you can't move away. His free hand dangerously moved to cup your neck. "My dearest (Y/n), your name is already perfect the way it is. But why do hide behind the name ESTHER as well?"

You gulped. Shit.

"ESTHER."

They have a devoted following on all social media platforms. On their blog, ESTHER frequently engages with fans and posts fan-made content. Some might even dare to "delete" them by creating a phony account, but they are far too credible for such malicious slander.

What is "ESTHER" known for, exactly?

Well... 

"What does 5wirl have that ADDICKTZ don't? ADDICKTZ is the leading idol group. So how, I–" Kaeya's hollow laughter echoed. "–I'm sorry, I just don't get it. We're the group with the most fans, so why are you running a fan account for 5wirl– hell– why are you running a fan account for their stylist, Scaramouche? Why are you so prying– so nosy when it's about them? Aren't you the least bit curious about my past?"

His hold on your neck grew significantly firmer. You can still breathe, yet breathing felt wrong.

"You've..." His lips quivered, and his voice was now soft and weak. "You've never posted anything about me. Why? Was I not good enough for you? Everyone has their secrets, but this isn't a secret. This is quite the betrayal." 

He spat. "Is it true? Is it true that you wanted to join TEYVAT productions for a chance to be Aether's producer?"

You bit your lip.

You don't know the first thing of the hell you've put him through. Kaeya tried being just like Aether– he acted like a dog around you begging for more orders but he was met with your perplexed face instead. It just wasn't fair. 

Fitting how the name ESTHER also means "to hide or conceal." Guess you're both lying by omission, then.

"Kaeya..."

You yelped as he placed his head on the crook of your neck. His cold earring touched your shoulder, making you flinch. Kaeya whimpered. "Luck must hate me so much if it made me fall in love with someone who hates the cold."

Reluctantly, you wrapped your arm around his back, patting him. "Kaeya, you're still bleeding. Let's get you cleaned up."

"... So you're just going to ignore my confession, ESTHER?"

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"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

"Why, because he has a crush on me?"

"... You're a nosy person. I'm sure you already have the answer to that question."

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You laughed which made him hold you tighter. It was not a good time to laugh.

"Kaeya, let's focus on–"

"I know you hate confrontation but are you seriously running away now?" Kaeya looked down. Your shoulder feels soaked, and you can't tell if it's from his blood or his tears. "Please don't leave me. There's no way they'll let me stay as an idol now. I'm not blind– I know I'm a damaged product now and you'll leave me so–"

Hearing all this breaks your heart. This was not the confident Kaeya Alberich you worked with.  

And You? Leaving a nice man like him? Not a chance. 

Your heart won't allow it.

"Shhhhh... I-I'm not running away. I'd never leave you." You stuttered. "I'll tell you all that you need to know, but you have to let me help you."

Kaeya perked up.

Your guess was right.

He was crying.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good."

Kaeya grinned.

Wonderful. His first strategy was a bust, but who knew you could be manipulated with just a few fake tears?

It seems like cutting his eye was a bright idea. Two birds, one stone. He gets to leave the company and you'll remain by his side. Kaeya can no longer tolerate living in his more successful brother's shadow, so he'll leave in the best way he can. 

Kaeya Alberich is a desperately lonely man. No fame can ever soothe the emptiness he's been dealt with.

He'll blame Diluc for this and pretend to be the bigger man. Of course, he's not going to take his older brother to court, he cares about him! Keep this incident a secret. But having one eye can be such a pain, please be there to help poor Kaeya out.

After all, you promised you'll stay and tell him everything, didn't you?

Ansytea: THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE YANDERE!IDOL EVENT ESTHER ANON :DD

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[exchangestudentnova]

Veluriyam Mirage

Features: Yandere! Kaeya Alberich and KoF Knight! Willing! Afab! Reader

Content: NSFW/smut, initially dubcon, praise kink, slight breath play, slight bondage, slight knife kink, voice kink

Term of endearment used for the reader: Dear, pretty girl, sweet thing

"Will you go with me? Mom told me to invite my friends as well!" The way Klee came up to you to join her to visit a domain was so cute! She said she's going to meet a friend of her mom's, but all the way to Sumeru? The thought made you a bit concerned about her safety, so you decided to join her. Then again who are you to say no to a bit of a relax time?

So now you're here in this place called the Bottleland along with Ms. Eula, Klee, The Honorary Knight and Sir Kaeya. Or just Kaeya as he instructed you to call him so. There were other people as well an Inazuman war general and a Sumeru's forest ranger trainee.

But your eyes couldn't help but fall on the Cavalry Captain. You have such a big crush on him ever since the day you saw him on the opening ceremony inviting the new Knights in the Knights of Favonius. He's well loved by almost everyone in Mondstadt so it's no surprise you feel a bit flustered by his presence as well.

The Mascot, or the caretaker called Idiya asked for everyone's help in fixing the Bottleland back to how it was normally, by collecting all the parts to restore the main mechanism. It was a long but fun journey as you were getting along with everyone and at last! the domain was restored!

"Please enjoy your stay in Bottleland" Idiya announced.

Klee left with the Honorary Knight and Kokomi while Eula and Collei went for some dance sessions. Which left you and Kaeya together. "Are you free at the moment?" his silky smooth sound vibrates in your ears like a melody. "N-no I'm not. Why do you ask?" "If you're free then I'll like you to come with me"

Kaeya takes you to a huge, colourful pavilion that you remember visiting before as here you found Eula's relative. "We're here again?" you question as Kaeya ushers you inside.

It was dimly lit as compared to before, with only the light at the top illuminating the entire space. You walk up to the center of the stage as Kaeya followed you. With a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to ask-

*mh*

Kaeya takes your lips and seals them with his in a fiery kiss. You stumble back, not expecting him to start such an action. He secures you with a firm hand on your waist, while he pushes stray hair from your face with the other. The two of you only part when the dizziness from the lack of oxygen hit you. "Kaeya what is the meaning of this?" "Oh don't look at me like that. Did you really think I won't notice the way you eye me up and down? They way you bit your lip when you think I'm not looking? The way you get wet when I speak- he leans down, breath hitting your ears- this close to you?"

You open your mouth to speak but one of his hands already starts cupping your underwear, while the other wraps around your neck, putting pressure enough to decrease the oxygen going in your brain. "Now you'll only talk when I tell you to talk okay pretty girl?" you barely manage a nod as he pushes your underwear aside, collecting your arousal in the tip of his finger running along your slit. He licks his finger while his eyes close in appreciation of your taste.

He pushes you from your neck, forcing you to move backwards. Soon your back hits a slender pillar, most likely used as a prop. The hand around your neck lowers you on your knees, sliding your back on the wooden pillar.

"Won't you undress for me pretty girl?"

You quickly remove your clothing, leaving youself in your underwear.

"Wait here" he instructs as he vanishes in the darkness.

He returns with a decorative ribbon. "Your wrist sweet thing". He ties both your wrists togther behind the pillar, now you cannot escape at all.

He steps back, biting his lips at the beauty in front of him, looking cute tied up at his mercy.

He removes the dragger from his back, running the blunt side along your collarbone, your abdomen and your inner thighs. You hiss at the contact with the cool metal, the sensation heating up your body more amd more. Finally he turns to the sharp side, cutting your underwear, leaving you exposed. Your breasts release with a bounce, rushing all of Kaeya's blood in his pants. He cirlcles your nipples with the blunt edge of the dragger, eventually tossing it aside and taking them in his mouth, one by one. You squirm from the texture of his wet tongue, his hands undoing his pant.

"Is it okay for us to do it here?" You ask hesitantly. Kaeya looks at you with his lust filled eyes. "Of course sweet thing, it's the perfect place I say. No one is here to listen to your moans and scream, so be as loud as you want hm?" He's now rubbing his cock up and down your pussy, arousal gathering at the tip. He pushes it in, your mouth letting out a small squeak in answer.

Once he's fully in, his hips move at a steady speed, hands grabbing your waist tightly and your tongues dancing to create a saliva bridge from his lips to yours. You lock your legs around his waist, a knot in your abdomen forming at a fast rate.

He speeds up, chasing his own release. His hand findd your clit and starts to rub it, sending extra waves of pleasure through your body.

"Gonna cum for me hm? Gonna be my good girl?" you can't even recognise your voice, running hoarse due to all the screaming "Yes I'm your good girl! Gonna cum.." you're almost there, just a little bit more..

"Cum then sweet thing"

His voice was just the thing you needed as your body starts to convulse, your orgasm comes in waves, his own just seconds after yours.

The two of you catch your breath, his forehead pressed against yours. He unties your wrists and helps you dress up. Both of you make your way out together, hand in hand, rushing to reach back quickly before someone comes looking for you two.

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[abbacchiosbelt]

May I request Kaeya and number 41 please? Thinking about that line hurts and is terrifying, especially if the reader is legitimately alone when they end up in Mondstat. No connections, no family, no friends, and no one to miss them.

"I'm all you have left now," Kaeya says, matter of fact. "So you can try to run, but where would you go?" His condescending tone makes you clench your nails into your fist, and he chuckles at your obvious physical reaction. "All we need is each other. Without me, you can't function. Don't forget that."

rqs are open for 1-paragraph yandere prompts

#my writing #genshin impact.txt #yandere cw #yandere genshin impact #gi kaeya #yandere kaeya alberich #ask prompt

[yandere-romanticaa]

❤️ I'm dedicating this post to @cinnamonest because your momcon stuff is beyond entertaining and I was inspired by it. Also adding @khaenruin because I can! <3

yandere! modern au! kaeya alberich x female! chubby! reader.

Imagine you're in your late 40's, maybe early 50's and you can't help but feel a little sad to see your life just flash right in front of you. Due to a one night stand you became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was your pride and joy, you'd do anything for her. Her father wasn't anywhere near the picture but in a way you wanted to keep it like that. That man was a hot mess and if he took one step towards your baby you'd bite his head clean off his shoulders, with no hesitation whatsoever. That's why you had to move, to get away from everything and everyone. You needed a fresh start and your daughter definitely needed a more secure future. Without a word you just packed everything up and took your daughter with you, not even saying a goodbye to anyone you knew, not even to your closest friends and family.

Moving so far away definitely took its tool on you but thankfully you were blessed with incredibly kind neighbors who were more than willing to help you out. Your neighbors were the Ragnvindr's and you became good friends almost immediately. The family consistent of their father, his biological son Diluc and his adopted younger brother Kaeya. There were a few other kids in the nearby like Jean or Eula, perfect girls to keep your girl company. You felt so blessed to have met everyone and you made sure to express your gratitude whenever and however you possibly could. You made sure to spoil the boys whenever they came by the house, be it cookies, sweets or even your attention, they seemed to like that too!

Although, not everything was so peachy as you wished it was. Little Kaeya had this mischievous streak to him, he liked to play pranks on you. They were all harmless of course but you always made sure to give him a light scolding. In hindsight, you really should have payed better attention to that cheeky grin he gave you, and how his apologies never quite matched his tone. There was also one separate occasion that really shook you a little, and that's when Kaeya stepped aside and cornered you on one of your daughters birthday parties. He was maybe around 7 when that happened, you honestly can't be bothered to remember but what he said to you was something definitely worth remembering.

"Wait for me when I'm older Miss (y/n)! I want to be with you one day, I love you!"

Ah, he was so adorable, you almost wanted to faint from cuteness. You didn't take him seriously of course, who would? He tried so hard to convince you that he was serious and that he meant every word he said, but you just brushed off his words and ushered him back into the living room with the other kids. The party mostly went on without a hitch, aside from the occasional sad eye that Kaeya gave you, but still good none the less.

Time passes, you're getting older and the world hasn't been kind to you. You've gained weight and you can't but help to feel a little uncomfortable with your body, how could you not? These days all of the mums in the entire street seem to look like all these incredible supermodels while you were stuck at your house with your old and tattered apron and the boring desk job you managed to secure all those years ago. Your daughter was going off to college real soon and you wanted to support her no matter what, but because of that you hardly had any time for yourself. Working out and going to the gym just wasn't an option for you, you just didn't have that kind of money or time. You tried to balance that out by eating the healthiest food you could get your hands on and some home work outs, but no matter how hard you tried nothing was working for you. It also didn't help that the women around you made it so crystal clear how they thought you were ugly you were, and you were none the wiser. You started to believe them and their harsh words, taking it as a gospel truth of sorts. Even while you were down in the dumps it was still nice to see your daughter grow up into a beautiful young woman, who was at this very moment getting ready for a date with Kaeya.

As long as you could remember she's always had a crush on him, and you could not blame her. The timid little boy you knew from all those years ago was replaced by a charming, intelligent and confident young man who always caused heads to turn no matter where he went. He was a few years older than your girl, but neither one of you didn't mind, especially not her.

The doorbell suddenly rang and as you opened it you were greeted by none other than Kaeya, a charismatic grin plastered all over his face along with a huge arrangement of blood red roses in his hand. You cooed at him and pinched his cheek, thanking him for taking such good care of your daughter. Before he went away with your daughter he sneakily gave you a single rose, which coincidentally happened to be the largest one in the entire bouquet. You tried to give it back but he just was not having it as he turned his back to you, gave you a little wink and went on his merry way.

Things escalated from that point forward.

Your daughter would always being him to the house and while you usually wouldn't mind, there was just something... off about him. Sure he was hanging out with her but the way he would look at you, it always made you feel so weird. Due to an accident that happened a few years ago he lost an eye and always wore an eye patch now, making his stares that much more cryptic and spine chilling. You'd stare back at him by accident, but would always slap yourself for doing so. How could you be so self centered, he wasn't looking at you, he was looking at your daughter! Get a grip on yourself!

You never would have imagined that he would actually start touching you though.

It was very non conspicuous at first, an accidental hand brush here, a bumb there, nothing too crazy. Just imagine your shock when he just one day randomly pops out of nowhere and is literally breathing down your neck, his lips ghosting over your supple skin as you stare at your horrified reflection, finally realizing what his endgame really was. Even as he pinned you to the counter you tried telling yourself that this was all a joke, Kaeya was just joking, but the way he kissed you would prove you wrong.

He was finally a man now, he could finally hold you how you were meant to be held, and touch you how you were meant to be touched. You were always his favorite person, his secret obsession he could never get over. You were always so sweet, so kind, so caring, he was so obsessed with you that it hurt. He hated how you always saw him as a little kid, and he also resented his father for being the adult in those past situations, but things are different now. His father is gone, he's bigger and stronger than ever and he has you right where he wants you.

It's finally time for him to claim his prize, yes?

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #genshin impact #yandere kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #yandere kaeya alberich

[qierxing]

War Cry

Commissioned by the lovely Veritaventis Yan! Kaeya Alberich x OC

“Khaenri'ah, huh? You sure know a lot! The legacy of Khaenri'ah is long gone. The sinners are all that's left, and they're not worth mentioning.”

i. “Sacrifices must be made.”

Briony would like to say she’s lived to see many things.

Her life has long made its way through the wheel of fortune; and with each high and low she has always endured. Unfortunate deaths, nasty slander, betrayals from those she thought she could trust. What’s a little apocalypse on top of it all?

Where is her wheel pointing now?

She’s studied Khaenri’ah. Built by humans, for humans–she thought reading through all the old texts and inscriptions would have prepared her for–for something. A sign. A prophecy of some sorts. Anything that could have prepared her for fire, screaming, and terrible monsters heard only in stories. What good does being the leading expert on the topic do if it doesn’t help you?

It was like the gates to hell had opened: hilichurls, abyss mages, heralds, dark shadow knights, and all manners of monsters flooded the stone streets. The skies turned dark, ominous purple clouds shutting out the sun. The ground trembled as they marched amidst the screams of frightened citizens. They did not falter or stop, even as people ran this way and that.

She’s one of the luckier ones, she knows. At least she had a Vision. The abyss forces did not hold back their intimidation, whether that meant setting fire to innocent families’ houses or cutting down those who happened to be in their path. It was all she could do to pull people out of the way of monsters. 

Last she was able to remember during the chaos, Razor and Fischl were trying to hold back abyss mages from the elder Adventure Guild members while Bennett was doing his best to evacuate them to safety. That was all she was able to catch before she was lifted away screaming and pounding on Kaeya’s back. That bastard. She thought nothing could phase her anymore after her adopted brother attempted to sabotage her career in the name of family. Evidently, she was proven wrong.

She sucks in a deep breath, knuckles taut around the kitchen counter. Focus. The ingredients sit in front of her tauntingly. Apples, beef, carrots…she’s made this stew too many times to count. At this point, she’s sure she could make the dish blind.

First, the vegetables and beef. The knife in her hands feels heavy as she chops the carrots and dice the apples. Did the soldiers who came through the gates feel the same with their blades? Even as people cried out, they did not blink as they slashed through flesh as they marched on. Those abyss heralds–how could they have been humans if they could so easily cut down their own? 

Focus! She shakes her head violently. The meat and vegetables are done, so now it’s time to start caramelizing them along with the aromatics. The hiss of the butter and garlic clears her mind if only for a moment. Her hands drop in the carrots and onions automatically, moving the spoon to evenly distribute them across the bottom.

Bennet, Fischl, and Razor, were they okay? They were still so young–even if they were seasoned adventurers and fighters, they cannot take on a full legion of hilichurls and abyss mages by themselves. Archons, what if they–no, they wouldn’t do that. They wouldn’t sink so low to harm mere children…would they?

Venti, where was he in the chaos? The steak sizzles as the air is filled with a hearty aroma as she makes sure to sear each side. The apples and potatoes follow after. Briony knows that Venti is more than the weak bard he presents himself as, but she worries nonetheless. Poetic ballads do not halt the hearts of tyrants and monsters.

Almost done. She pours in water, adding seasoning and herbs, before putting on the lid. Jean. Was she okay? She once again finds herself clutching the counter, staring off into nothing. If the mere townspeople were nothing more than cannon fodder to the troops that stormed through, then she can only imagine what has happened to the Knights of Favonius order, the protectors of Mondstadt. 

“Smells good~” Warm air puffs into her ear and her world screeches to a stop.

The knife in her hands finds its way upon a defined jugular.

If there’s anything she knows, it’s that Kaeya loves his games. She swears it’s some way to stimulate the constantly active brain that he has. (If she had to make it into a thesis report, she bet she could write it in a day) So she knows that she shouldn’t give him the reactions he wants. But somehow, he just always knows how to get under her skin. Is it his inherent ability to be annoying? Or an acquired talent? Either way, it’s infuriating. 

Kaeya grins, despite the blade pin pricking his skin and letting out beads of ruby red blood.

“Whoa there, honey. This is quite a greeting for you.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be sneaking up on people in the first place.” She bites back.

“What can I say? You just make the cutest faces when you’re surprised.” 

She scrunches her face in disgust, and he laughs heartily, as if he weren’t close to having his throat slit. 

“What’s for dinner?” Kaeya tilts his head as she continues to glare. He opts to lean around to check the pot, and turns to her with a cat-like grin on his face.

“Let me guess. Northern Apple stew?”

She wants to smack that smug look off his face. As if he had any right to talk about how she turned to her comfort food to destress. She could write essays upon essays on Kaeya’s inordinate love of wine and all things alcoholic and how cause and effect from personality and trauma played into it. 

“If you keep acting like that, I’m not letting you have any.” She brusquely replies, removing the pot from the stove and putting out the fire. Kaeya follows her to the quaint dining table as she sets down the pot. 

He hums. “Why, you break my heart. You know I love your cooking more than anything.”

Not enough to keep your loyalty to Mondstadt, but she keeps her mouth shut. She’s so drained, she’s not sure she can play tonight’s round of psychological warfare. Instead, she watches as Kaeya sets out the cutlery and plates, waving at her to sit down.

Dinner is strangely quiet, however. She expects some kind of stupid quip as they cut into the beef and spear a fork through the potatoes. Or an exaggerated re-telling of his day of work; maybe even just a fantastical story of pirates and mermaids. But there’s none, and she finds the dead silence more unsettling than Kaeya’s smooth timber.

“You must hate me, huh?” 

She pauses, fork halfway to her mouth. Putting it down, she ruminates on what she should say.

Yes, is the first thing that comes to her mind. No, is what follows after–because even after everything he’s done, he’s one of the few to see her for her without any rose filters or expectations. She can breathe around him, talk to him without fearing the weight of her words. After spending years in stifling academic seminars and upright noble balls, Kaeya was a person she could trust to be impartial and free.

“It’d be hard for me to say that I don’t hate you right now.” She manages evenly. 

Kaeya observes her face then closes his eyes, no doubt thinking about her statement.

“I won’t ask you to forgive me,” he begins, “Just know that I had my own reasons. And this is the best outcome.”

Something in her snaps. From nerves, from anxiety, or just from being tired of having to deal with Kaeya for so long, she’s not sure. 

“The best outcome is Mondstadt being burned down?” She slams her hands on the table, standing up. “Innocent people have been assaulted, ‘all for the best outcome’? Are you hearing yourself right now?”

Kaeya’s starry eye reflects her visage angry and out of breath, sending shudders down her spine.

“The townspeople have been mostly unharmed.” Her eyes widened at the casual statement. Then, the kids, they were okay? And even the Adventure Guild elders? Oh, thank the Seven–

“And the Knights have peacefully surrendered to cooperate with Khareni’ah.” Her heart drops to her stomach. Did Jean realize the price she had to pay when those monsters stormed in? Or was her hand forced against her will?

“Peacefully, huh?” She envisions the beef she’s stabbing is Kaeya’s flesh; if only for a bitter, violent moment.

“Would you rather have them forced into submission?”

Her blood runs cold at the empty expression Kaeya’s face adorns. There’s a glint in his eyes that she’s never seen before, not even when she saw him facing enemies. Her eyes narrow into dagger points.

Is this his true face?

–

ii. “Now cut me loose: I’ll show you the meaning of sacrifice.”

Kaeya knew the consequences of taking Khaenri’ah's hand.

"This is your chance. You are our last hope."

He could’ve forgotten his father’s words when his hands clasped around his shoulders that fateful night. Turned over a new leaf when Crepus found him soaked to the bone near the vineyard, hurrying him inside before he could die of hypothermia. When Varka knighted him, he could’ve moved on from the past and broken free from his father’s heavy expectations upon him.

And yet, even after Crepus died, he could not stop but think about how even the mighty fell.

So he resolves turning his back on Diluc's betrayed face, not just once, but twice. He puts aside what Jean had taught him in protecting Mondstadt, if only to crush the guilt that came with facing her as she is surrounded by abyss heralds. He knows Lisa would’ve wiped him off the map if they tried to do anything to Jean. And Amber, the young clever outrider who has always pointed at him anytime something suspicious happened. Now, she will no longer be wrong.

But he could not turn back now.

Khaenri’ah was his home. They were humans, just like the other nations. Even if the Heavenly Principles gave judgment upon his country, they are, and still, people at their core. And when his countrymen fell, what did the other Archons do?

They turned away and closed their eyes.

Still, even if Briony had tried, he knew she could not do the same. Not when she was forced to face him and his eyes. That is the one thing he always found endearing about her. It was hard to find someone like her who is able to care, and so fiercely and genuinely at that. Even as rumors swirled around him, she still smiled and invited him in for tea on a sunny afternoon. 

“The best outcome is Mondstadt being burned down?” She slams her hands on the table, standing up. “Innocent people have been assaulted, ‘all for the best outcome’? Are you hearing yourself right now?”

But if he had to be honest, maybe what he enjoyed most, is when she gets mad.

The fire in her eyes burns brighter than even Diluc’s flames that scorched his right eye that fateful rainy night. Like the explosive burn of Death After Noon, Briony’s sharp rebuttals leave no one standing. Her words are no longer shrouded and censored by an internal review, but instead carry the blunt force of the knowledge she carries. He’s beginning to realize he’s developed quite the titillating taste for the finer things in life.

He waits for her heavy breaths to slow and regulate. 

“The townspeople have been mostly unharmed.” He watches as Briony perks up at his sentence. He knows that her pride won’t allow her to ask him directly about the people she cares about. “And the Knights have peacefully surrendered to cooperate with Khaenri’ah.”

A flurry of emotions flit by on her face. Relief for a couple moments, then worry, and finally, anger, once again. 

“Peacefully, huh?” She scoffs as she forcefully spears a fork into a piece of beef.

“Would you rather have them forced into submission?”

“Don’t be morbid.” 

“I’m just saying,” he hums, amused at her pointed glare, “it could’ve turned out a lot worse than what the current situation is.”

Her knife makes a ugly screech as she pointedly drags it across the ceramic while cutting into the beef. “And there are situations where it shouldn’t be happening at all.”

He twirls the knife in his hands as he meets her eyes. “Riddle me this, O’ leading expert on Khaenri’ah. What do you think these forces are hoping to achieve from all this?”

It’s clear that she’s taken aback at his sudden question. Her face flickers between confusion and distrust, unsure of his intentions behind the words. There’s something captivating in the way her dark eyebrows and viridian eyes scrunch in deep thought, clever mind already turning wheels upon his question.

“The forces have been ruthless, but if you are to be trusted on your word, and if the townspeople and the Knights have been spared…” Ah, there it is. That lovely expression of realization dawning upon her mien. “Don’t tell me…”

He smiles and leans forward in a conspiratory manner. “Khaenri’ah is a country for the people, by the people. My countrymen may resent the people who love the Seven, but we know better to misdirect our anger.”

She’s left frozen, staring down at her plate in muted horror. 

“We’re only asking for the Archons to help clean up the mess that they stood by on the sidelines for.” He leans back and shrugs. “Again, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. But I don’t want you to get hurt trying to do something foolish out there.”

That seems to melt her frozen stature. “Do something foolish? Like trying to make sure no one gets hurt?”

“There have been no casualties, despite the mayhem that happened.” He stands, picking up his cleared plate. “That, I will not lie to you about.”

She’s silent as he also takes her plate. As he turns around to head to the kitchen sink, a broken sigh has him stopping in place. 

“Was everything we went through a lie?” Briony hunches over with a wobbly whisper. “Was it amusing, leading me around like some kind of ignorant dog?”

Diluc said something similar that cold rainy night. Just like Briony had her trembling hands clasped together, his adopted brother had to take his claymore with both hands instead of his usual one hand technique, due to them shaking so much. With anger or sorrow, he doesn’t know.

He’s silent for a moment. It would be all too easy to lie and smile it off, but he knows that would silently close another door that could never be opened again. And he could not have her cut him off, not when he has fallen in love so deeply and ardently. He doesn’t want to be left alone on that cold, dirt road anymore.

“If I said yes, would that make you feel better?” He places the dishes into the sink, the hollow clinks filling the void.

He only gets silence in response, and when he looks over, he flinches. Briony’s tears flow down her cheeks and drip onto the pine wood table. He purses his lips in hesitation before he kneels down to eye level with her.

Lifting her head gently, he stares into her glistening eyes as he wipes away the tears oh so gently with his thumbs. Foreheads pressed together, they both stare into each other's eyes.

“I love you.” The bold declaration opens his heart for only a moment. Glacial ice thawing under her pleading gaze. “And nothing will change that, sweetheart.”

If he could drink up all the despair and sorrow reflecting in those deep forest hues, he would be a staggering drunk outside Cat’s Tail. Is it cruel of him to think that Briony looks her most beautiful now? Broken down and hanging off his every word, she looks like a painting; gleaming tears like shining pearls upon her tawny complexion, dark mossy hair like swirling tree branches framing her face, all for his viewing.

“But I don’t love you.” His heart freezes over at the genuine response.

He smirks. 

“It’s a good thing, then, that you don’t have a choice in that matter.” His voice carries no hostility as he abruptly removes his hands from her face, causing her to almost fall forward into air.  She splutters as she looks up in dazed confusion.

“Prisoners of war don’t usually get to have a say in how their jail cell or warden is.” He cheekily adds, shrugging on his fur cloak. As he approaches the door, he takes a final look back at Briony sprawled haphazardly while gazing at him with an expression that he prays to be desperation. He closes his eyes and turns away. He’s losing his touch. Not many could get under his skin or the careful facade he wrapped around himself. And yet, she manages to do so without even batting an eye.

“And as your prison warden, you won’t be going anywhere.” He swings open the door with grim determination. Remember why you’re doing this. He had long steeled himself for this when he decided to knock upon Diluc’s door and confess his dark secrets of a mission that could not be heard by unknowing ears. 

His Vision sends frigid air frothing around his shoulder and for a moment, he lets the cold envelope him once more.

The click of the door closing behind him syncs with the gongs of the bells in the Favonius Cathedral. How ironic, that the chimes that once brought hope into the hearts of others, Kaeya thinks, now strike fear of those in line for execution.

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere kaeya alberich #my works

[genshin-side-piece]

I can't get this concept out of my mind.

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, NSFWish?

In the wake of Signora's death, Yan Kaeya gets secretly recruited to the Fatui as a Harbinger. To celebrate, he gets himself a little gift, something he's long wanted but has always been out of his reach.

He gets himself you.

It's a confusing experience to be sure. You don't understand why the Fatui have taken you, nor do you know who Lord [Harbinger Name] is. You fight, you struggle, but it's in vain. You're taken to his suite in the Goth Grande Hotel and left there for his pleasure.

When Kaeya walks in, you think you're saved. The Calvary Captain has come to your rescue. Kaeya almost wants to seize the opportunity, especially since you're so happy to see him. He enjoys the sensation of being your Knight in Shining Armor, until he realizes that he has to break the news to you.

Persisting in a lie just to savor a fleeting moment will only lead to strife later on. Kaeya doesn’t want that. If you’re going to fight him, let it be now. Let it be here. His position is far from secure. The last thing he needs is you adding to his labor because he lied to you. In the end, Kaeya does you the one kindness of telling you the truth before he ruins your life.

He is Lord [Harbinger Name] and now that you know, he's sorry to say that he can never let you go.

#yandere kaeya #yan kaeya #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere kaeya alberich #yandere fatui harbingers #yandere fatui

[yxstxrdrxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Knowing too much may become your downfall: that was the motto that Kaeya lived with until the day he dies.

TW/s: delusional thinking, yandere tendencies, unrequited love, toxic dynamic/s, implications for Diluc’s matchup + darling, conniving bastard won’t say a fucking word, master manipulator, we are going down the memory lane of “fucking people up”, nsfw tws include human trafficking, experimentation, operating on individuals and other things. Please dni if you are uncomfortable.

NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day. Unfortunately, it seems that Kaeya has a few things he’d like to express. I do wonder what they are, considering he did seem a bit somber…

Kaeya was never expecting to be able to get ‘in’ to such a tight-knit company like this, and especially when his lineage can cause people to raise some eyebrows. After all, no one in their right mind would have the chance of employing someone and getting them on the waitlist when they value the sense of ‘authenticity’ to their rentals.

And for him, he might be right. They do value that, but now, it seems they decided to forego their morals for how pretty he looked in the standards of the human population all across the globe.

Now, Celestia Inc. isn't all that bad. It's not that glorious as people make it out to be, all due to its shady past, but it was enough that people don't bother to raid it one day in hopes of having to take it down. After all, they are everywhere online: people may mention their sudden rise in certain niches, and some even mention their still standing operations. One of them was, surprisingly enough, MixMatch.

A dating site.

Back then, it was closed for a group of people to join. A payment for being a 'rental boyfriend', with its payment costs going as high as one can dream. They pay you at least 10 million when you manage to get matched with someone, and entertain them enough that they'd be satisfied. If they aren't, you get 5 to compensate for your troubles.

To Kaeya, this doesn't seem to be a 'dream come true'. To him, he knows that this feels more like a ploy to get others to join in. It was a marketing strategy, so when people join this 'free' and 'hot on the app store' dating app and website, they'd get traction oh so quickly.

He didn't like the idea. It sickened him. But he couldn't be bothered to correct them.

When he joined, he found that it was the same as those corporations he worked at prior. As a host in the past, he managed to get himself used to the workflow and gained traction in over a month. He's heard others comment on how he seemingly captured the public's eye from how different he is, and from his reputation from other countries, they were coming in like drones.

He liked the attention he's got because of that. And yet, for him, it all felt rather empty. Like it wasn't meant to be this long-lasting, and he needed— no, he craved for more.

He was greedy. A greedy man with a hollow heart.

Each smile he sent to his clients was not a genuine smile. Each wink and 'kind' gesture was all a ruse. A stage performance. He didn't feel anything for these people, and he didn't even feel the same as they do. Each confession they have for him was always met with the hollow words of 'I do feel the same way that you do', only to see them get the safer way to go.

He's aware of the dark side of MixMatch. After all, their Boss was nothing short of a past harbinger who stepped down. No one knows his name, no one knows who they are— but their workers all fear him.

He's seen him order the cleaners to get rid of the drugged clients. He's watched them all go down in their homes, ransack and ruin the place, and return with the client gagged and in a drugged rest. He watched with emptiness as they were then operated on with shady doctors, Dottore having a hand in some of these as he used their bodies for his sick desires.

He watched them become human sacks, their bodies empty of their organs but full of salt and junk, and for Dottore to tell them to take the organs down 'below'. He watched them become tied, their jello-like body being tossed to another set where they would be disposed of.

It's a fucked up operation.

Everyone knows this when they get signed up.

And yet, because of regulations, they can never breathe a word of what goes behind the scenes. Not to their friends, families, their coworkers, therapists, no.

Not a single word can be escaped from the confines of Celestia Inc.

If you asked him how his first date went, Kaeya would answer that it went… Interesting.

Sof was definitely the type many would like, especially for a casa nova like him. She isn’t too picky with who she wants, and her affectionate behavior made it easier for the duo to banter. However, what he didn’t like was the fact she’s blind to any sign of danger.

Such is the payment of being the ideal girl many would date, he mused. But I don’t like people who can’t see what danger is, much less even enable that without thinking that they will get hurt, too.

Kaeya is picky with what he likes from someone, and it’s why he’s so high maintenance. To his credit, though, he makes it obvious in his profile. He wanted someone that would be responsible, that would be able to handle the spontaneity of their dates, and that they won’t even judge him if things were going somewhere that isn’t in their plans.

And although many did swipe right on him, he looked through their profiles before checking to see if they were worth it. The answer? None of them were.

Well, except a few, like Sof.

Which is why he’s now regretting that decision, as he realized that she’s simply not the one he preferred to stay with. She was interesting, but he disliked those who can’t even see past the warning signs that go to their face. He found it more or less… Idiotic, in his standards.

Alas, he needed to keep pretending. That’s what he’s good at, after all.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked Sof as they left the restaurant, his easy-going smile present on his face. “I have a few places we can go to next. Although, since it’s getting a bit late, we can plan on heading back home after a short shopping trip.”

“Oh! Uh… Yeah, we can go out and get some groceries. I wanted to try baking when we get home,” Sof replied, a pep in her step as they walked to where he parked his motorcycle. “Hehe, I didn’t know you were a cat person, Kaeya. Have you owned a cat before?”

“You can say that,” he answered, tossing a coin and catching it deftly with one hand—a small trick he’s used to doing when they were simply chatting. “I own a maine coon back home. My brother, Diluc, isn’t a fan of cats. Never was, anyway, since one scratched him when he was young.”

Granted, they were both young and their father warned him, but he knew they were both too mischievous to listen. It was why Diluc hated cats, even when he became a magnet to them.

“Really? Hehe, that’s funny! I remember a friend of mine who hates cats…”

Try as Kaeya might, he could only tune out what Sof was saying. There was a sense of difficulty in paying attention to someone he doesn’t really enjoy being around. He thought of the matches he swiped as those who he really wanted to be with, but meeting with Sof, he felt disappointed.

He didn’t see her as someone that fits his needs. She was just another one of the fakes he had to deal with later. Such a shame. He was starting to like her, too. 

Alas, she isn’t perfect. She needs to be perfect. And he’s starting to get annoyed at the sound of her voice.

Too loud. Too piercing. Too imperfect.

No, she can never fit his standards. She never will.

“Kaeya?”

“Mm?” he hummed, seeing her grab her helmet and his hands instinctively grabbing his own. Realizing what he was doing, he laughed.

“Sorry, I just did them while I was zoning out. Hop on, Sof, we need to go to the nearest store and get those supplies.”

“Oh! Of course, hold on!”

He could feel the motorcycle move as Sof got on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. It reminded him of those scenes in romance movies, where the girl will cling onto her potential lover as they rode off, the sun setting in the background.

He recalled seeing it and feeling that it could be him with his lover, riding off the sunset and simply enjoying the air. The golden hour setting just right, the rays hitting their complexion as he looked at them. He remembered just how lovesick he got at the idea, he craved for that same feeling when he grew older.

Such wild fantasies. He needed to work for it, but how could he, when the people he met were too imperfect?

Riding off, he could see the scene play out. However, his eyes were focused on the road, his ears straining for the beeps and sounds around them. He needed to focus on where he was going, lest he, too, will drive off somewhere else.

Despite the noise that he heard, his mind remained clear.

He knew what needed to be done.

Kaeya had so many things he's kept secret. Every client he has met, he's kept a secret that he can never tell.

Including the ones he sees ever so often.

It was a normal day when he came to the company as usual (and way before things went haywire, oddly enough), and he was assigned with yet another person to go on a date with. Although, the one he was assigned to date next had their form already in the red.

It all screamed imperfect to him. It just looked as though someone pushed her to do it all in one go, especially with the direct bias of seeing who she really likes in her profile.

It made him scowl.

How dumb were they to assign someone like that to him?

"█d████, are you sure you'll be assigning me with her?" Kaeya asked the matchmaker, watching them sigh as they gave him a look. "You know my tastes and all, but their form is rushed. I'm surprised that you haven't bothered trying to get them with someone else."

"Look, Kae, I tried. I tried, okay? But the others that fit them are taken by their previous matches. There is no way that they would simply accept getting switched like that," they explained, trying to assign his match. "Besides, we're running out of time. We need to get it sorted before the Boss gets mad!"

Kaeya scoffs. Seriously? They're always so concerned about someone else, it's ridiculous... And laughable, to boot.

"What will the boss do, hm? Would he come down and interfere?" he taunted them, scowling. "You and I know that he doesn't bother to try. All he does is simply hide himself in there because he's become too paranoid to even care."

"Paranoid? Paranoid? Please, Kaeya, do you honestly think he'd be too paranoid when he's raised a hand against me and the others?"

Kaeya's eyes narrowed. It was true that he raised a hand against them, but that simply proved his point. He didn't exactly understand why they would be so scared of a middle aged man that may drop dead over what happened weeks ago.

"Oh, that's right. You guys are paid enough to not care, don't you?" they taunted, laughing at his face. It sounded so... Forced. Mocking, even. It sounded like they were at their wits end with him, like the stress from the job got to their head.

"Yeah. Yeah, that seems to be it. You all have no remorse after being serial murderers, huh? And for what, your clients?"

"I'd stop talking if I were you, █████e," he warned, but they laughed at his face once more.

"Me? Stop? Never! You guys are all such a pain, I'm tired of playing nice!"

Even if Kaeya wanted to, he had to hold his tongue. Watching their face contort to mania, he was reminded of why the job was so twisted to the point of being inhumane.

It drives their workers into madness.

Watching Cupid lose it, he stepped back, mumbling an apology as he turned to leave. Even when he closed the door, he could still hear the echoes of their laughter, soon followed with sobbing. He knew that they were at their limit, but still...

...

He watched Eros come by, giving him a knowing look.

"Did you push them over the edge?" Eros asked, scowling. "They're going to leave the company after this week. Don't make this harder than it has to be, Alberich."

"I didn't expect them to break this much and you know it, Eros," he reasoned, but they only shook their head and walked off towards their office.

"That doesn't mean that you and everyone else weren't at fault."

Watching Eros enter their office, he could only sigh. Perhaps he's in a bit of denial, but he didn't think that she, of all people in the industry, would ever say that.

It truly goes to show where his dedication and loyalty lies.

If there was one thing he was right on, it would be his second date.

Unlike Sof, his date with Eli did not go as well as he had feasibly hoped for. Maybe he had his doubts set too high, because he was convinced that she simply wasn’t fit for the app as a whole. To him, he had thought that she would ever learn from her mistakes, but the way she acted like she was the one being inconvenienced irked him.

He hated that she’s too avoidant. He hated those types of people.

To him, he never understood why you’d go on the app to find love. Will you ever treat those you dislike the same way? Act like you were the one being inconvenienced, and not the one that has to deal with your childish acts?

Kaeya can be mischievous in his own way, yes, but even he has decorum. And frankly, he despised those who think they can act so two-faced with him. He isn’t a fool.

While his date was busy acting like they were in a good relationship (and not one where she wanted to ditch him in the middle of the day), he took the chance to check on his phone. Already, he could see notifications from TeyvaTweets, rambling about how her recent date is not the one for her.

[ I wanted Alhaitham or Wriothesley, but this guy swiped right instead. ]

[ He’s pretty, but I don’t really like him all that much lol. ]

[ Oh god im gonna get back on my date, going to lyk if it goes horribly. ]

He turned the phone off and frowned. He didn’t want to show it, but he does sometimes wonder if her being nice was simply just a ploy to keep him entertained. After all, she has expressed (on her private account, that is) that she’d drop Kaeya to “go after that hottie”, whilst attaching the photo of the boss of MixMatch.

What a joke.

They all know that the Boss would simply use her and leave her to rot. No one would look at him, go through his background, and tweet at how they can still try to get to him. ‘To get to know him better’, as one would say.

“Hey, uh, I gotta go. I have to go to the hospital to check on them.”

Lies. He knew she didn't. Besides, she couldn’t be bothered to look him straight in the eye as she told him. What is he, an idiot?

Still, he was glad it was over. Putting on a face of mock concern, his brows furrowed and he spoke.

“Oh? I see… Do you need me to drive you there?”

“No need! I can handle it,” Eli answered, packing up her things as they left the cafe awkwardly. “I’m so sorry if we have to cut it short. You must have so many plans for our date today, especially when things are getting hectic in the agency.”

Kaeya laughed, but not out of amusement. It was simply out of… politeness, in a way. Sure, he had work to do with the agency, but what they’re doing is far more different. And for him, he could hardly care if he had lost that job because he decided to slack off.

After all, he knew his date didn’t bother to give him the respect he deserved. So why should he do that in return? He’s bound to see her tweet again about this ‘awful experience’ or something.

“It's alright, I was thinking it’d come to this. I’ll catch you later then.”

Waving at Eli, he watched as she did the same and left, though the sight of her walking so stiffly as if she was scared of him brought him a bit of amusement in return. When he was sure she was gone, he lowered it with a sigh.

Another failed date, and this one was the worst he’s gotten. Unlike Sof, he didn’t feel all too bad about Eli—after all, both of them never liked each other, so why should he?

Pulling up his phone, he began to dial someone’s number. He, truthfully, never thought of needing help from the likes of him, but he had to call it when the truth was staring at him in the face.

That he and a few others needed their services to deal with a few too many bad matches, and especially ones that want to get near to those that will never look twice. Especially those who thought of him as a good guy for his actions.

Then, he clicks the call button. And it starts to ring.

He could vaguely feel it vibrate as he waited for someone to answer. The caller ID was someone that he knew too well, and especially with how their relationship is like after everything that has happened.

Each time he didn’t feel them pick up, he could only sigh and head to his ride. He knew they were avoiding it, but he wasn’t going to let up until he’s sure they’d take the call.

…

…

And when he felt his hopes dwindle, he felt the vibration of his phone stop, alongside a gruff and annoyed voice.

“Kaeya. I thought you and I agreed not to call each other when we’re both busy in work hours.”

“Hmm, we have, but I just needed to ask you a bit of favor, mr. Diluc,” he replied, humming in amusement. “Are you still looking for people that can help you with the wine tasting? Especially that new brew you made?”

He could hear Diluc take a deep breath, and the sigh that followed made him smile a tad wider. Even when they were all twisted in their way, he knew that Diluc remained the same way that Kaeya always knew him to be.

It’s a shame, though. They aren’t as close as he remembered, especially after what happened years ago.

“... Yes, I am. I found some that are willing, but they haven’t come back to inform me when they’ll be available.”

“I see… Well, I have someone I would love for you to meet. I’m sure you’ll like her—she fits you just right.”

No man could say a single soul what Kaeya is capable of.

Some rumored that he was a demented man, masquerading as but as a young police officer who’s mischievous and doesn’t enjoy spending long hours in his work. Others, though, say that he may be one of those people who are involved in the mess that was the Ghost Killings, at how his smile and demeanor can be so… off-putting.

As for his beloved, the one he deemed to be perfect, well… It would be neither. Kaeya was Kaeya, after all. Even if he were to be sick in the head, there was no way in Hell would anyone be able to get a single word from him.

Descending downstairs, Kaeya looked over at the room he’s decorated all for his beloved. The one he was truly, truly meant to be was all kept safely in there, double locked for his safety, and so that no one may find them. Grabbing the keys, he began to insert them in the padlocks and turn them, pushing the door open when he was done getting through the restraints.

Laid before him was his own personal darling, all laid so pretty and docile on the bed he set for him. Sure, he couldn’t speak, for his mouth had been gagged, but those dull eyes spoke more than Kaeya’s one eye could ever hope for.

“I’m home, darling,” he called out, the lovesick man stumbling to the rather complacent lover he had in his house. “Oh, I do hope I haven’t left you rotting here for so long, my dearest. Work has been exhausting for me to deal with.”

They hadn’t said a word to him, but he didn’t care. It was almost like he heard them whisper something to him, making him laugh like he was demented.

“You’re jealous? Over what, pray tell?”

Silence. Then another beat of laughter, this time more unhinged and loose than the first.

“Over them? Darling, you wound me! They’re far, far too imperfect. I have simply made sure that the ones I got were to be taken care of. You always said you wanted to have their eyes.”

Oh, he’s aware of what happened to Ba. Ba had an accident years, years ago. Their relationship had been rocky, sure, but that accident had led Kaeya to go through grief. It was almost ironic, for he experienced the first of it by his adoptive father dying.

He was unable to do anything for his adopted father. Diluc resented him for his inaction, thus, their separation. And with poor Ba… He resents the world for taking him away.

The first time he’s felt love was during college with Ba, but it was the first toxic one he had. He hadn’t been the best man for his first love, and it led to them having arguments and extreme disagreements. It wasn’t always like this, but it hurts Kaeya when they fight.

It hurts to see the person he adored too much to hate him. Spew his name out like it’s a sin.

So when Ba died during the height of their biggest fight, Kaeya was going through it again. However, he had the means to… Assist Ba in his partings.

All it truly took was the cost of his heart and his eyes to get back what’s his.

Tracing over the open chest, he grabbed the bloodied, unbeating heart that he got from Eli’s corpse. Ah, it was too imperfect, but slotting it inside Ba’s felt like it was meant to be. Those eyes he took from another girl had been replaced, slotting in the ones from Sol.

He always resented those that couldn’t see, nor those who couldn’t feel.

But now, looking at his lover who owned those faults, he couldn’t help but laugh and love them all the same.

Ba is now complete. Kaeya knows that.

And yet those tears still fell as the beat of his heart was the only one left in the world.

The world that took Ba away, and his humanity along with it.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

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[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. kaeya

sorry for all the spam posting guys 😭😭😭 I'm just trying to repost my works here ^^ hope you guys don't mind :DD

#原神 #genshin impact #art #my art #fanart #character x y/n #kaeya alberich #kaeya #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere kinda? #yandere

[yandere-daydreams]

imagine renting a boyfriend or girlfriend. you go on a few dates and you have a good time. but you realize you're getting a bit too attached, so you do the sensible thing and stop renting them. maybe you even start renting a different boyfriend/girlfriend. but then you find the first one you rented at your front door. turns out you're not the only one who got too attached.

tw - unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, implied forced intoxiation.

i feel like Kaeya would be especially susceptible to something like this, if only because he's prone to going to extra mile for his clients. he makes a big show of enjoying himself on all your little dates, of taking you to all of his favorite places and charming you with all of his favorite things, but he does his research, earns his generous hourly wage, and he's known to bend the rules, to get a little more personal than his agency recommends. it's hard not to fall for him, even if the charm behind his smile is so transparently artificial. it's hard not to feel like you need a little distance, even though you're paying good money for exactly the opposite of that.

so, you cut things off. you don't move onto a new rental immediately (your bank account still needs a little time to recover after funding Kaeya's wine habits), but that might be for the best. it takes less than a month before you start running into Kaeya in public, and while you genuinely don't think he's doing it on purpose, it does seem a little more-than-coincidental that he'd just happen to start frequenting all the same places that you tend to less than six weeks after your 'break-up'. he's so much different when he's not working, too - a little quieter, a little more open, and so, so much more willing to violate all the limits he used to dance around, while your relationship was still vaguely professional. his actions still seem rehearsed, but it has to be your imagination - everything he does is so spontaneous, and you're not sure why he'd practice just to have you pass out on his couch after a night of the same kind of bar crawling he claimed to hate, when he was putting on that 'perfect partner' act. you'll admit that he makes a better fake-boyfriend than a real-friend, especially with his give-or-take opinions on personal space, but he's not bad at either. even if he can be a little quick to pry, sometimes. even if he's so much more affectionate as a friend than he ever was as a rental.

even if he seems just a little too happy that there aren't any rules standing between the two of you, anymore.

#rent a boyfriend au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere genshin #yandere kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader

[throwaway-yandere]

I really loved the Dain hitman fic you posted and I loved to see John Wick inspiration cuz it was marvelous!

John Wick 4 was so good though

[Yandere hitman! Dain fic link]

IT IS!!!! I LOVE JOHN WICK SO MUCH UWAHHHHHH

I already had the fic's plot done before I watched it, and after watching it I tweaked a ton of things. Originally, the hotel they went to wasn't supposed to be Snezhnaya but Monstadt and the owner isn't Arlecchino but Kaeya! I scrapped that after watching chapter 4 because I want Kaeya to be Caine.

Kaeya as (yan!)Caine would be great imo. Instead of a protecting a daughter though, it'd be his crush. Imagine that in this au, Diluc died. Lost in his grief and failure to save his brother from syndicates, he heard a violin street performer. Diluc used to play the violin too, and for once, Kaeya felt at peace. He felt like all his sins– his transgressions were forgiven.

Thus, he had grown to wanting to save violinist!reader from harm. Especially now that the Abyss Order is using them against him.

... Tl;dr Winston was supposed to be Kaeya but thankfully Arlecchino fits better with her whole "can't be trusted" agenda lol

P.s: oh and also Arataki is supposed to be the Bowery King with onikabutos instead of pigeons but unfortunately he is irrelevant to the plot lmao

#ansy-stalks #unintentional yandere kaeya x reader brainrot answer sorry lol #yandere kaeya x reader #yandere kaeya alberich #ansy-stalks: cloudishmagma ❤ #tag: hitman dain

[autumnywinter]

Characters: Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Kaveh, Wriothesley (aka my favorite genshin men)

Yandere!ex Ayato who can and will make your life a living hell. His guards are always following you, despite having broken up several months ago. If you manage to somehow evade his guards, there will be missing posters of you everywhere.

Yandere!ex Baizhu who will have Changsheng slip into your home and drug your food/drinks for him, so you'll always be coming back to him. Will drug you further each time, chiding you for leaving him. You're so helpless without him, you need him.

Yandere!ex Kaeya who will not stop following you. Lovingly (with a bitter undertone) coaxes you into getting back with him. If that doesn't work, he'll find a way to sabatoge all your relationships and any job you may have. Only a matter of time before you come crawling back to him.

Yandere!ex Kaveh who is desperate in every sense of the word. Writes you drunken letters about how much he misses you, tries following you everywhere so you can just talk it out. Gets increasingly frustrated, to the point where he's willing to do anything just to get your attention. He's going to build a mansion just for the two of you, remember?

Yandere!ex Wriothesley who tried to give you freedom, but looks like that didn't work out, huh? You took advantage of his generosity, and he doesn't intend on that happening again. Lucky for you, he's made you a little spot in his office for when he gets you back.

#yandere #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere ayato #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #baizhu #yandere baizhu #kaeya alberich #yandere kaeya #genshin kaveh #yandere kaveh #yandere wriothesley #wriothesley #i have not played genshin in a while so this may be ooc but i needed to write for them