#yandere nice lapis

[fancyfeathers]

The Moon Will Sing (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader) (Normalized Yandere AU) (Sneak Peek) (+Art)

A/N- the full fic may not be published for quite sometime, but if you wish to read it early let me know and you can be one of my (first) beta readers or you can let me know if you wanted to be added to the tag list for when the full fic gets published

(TW- kidnapping, restraints, extreme isolation, semi torture, dehydration, starvation, marking/body modification)

Inspired by this post

(Edit- the full fic has been published, read it here)

You sat on the hard cold ground, it felt like ice in here despite this cave being carved out by the lord of geo himself. Speaking of the lord of geo, you haven’t seen him since he locked you in here, how long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? You didn’t know anymore. Your clothing was tattered, you sat here half naked, and that was putting it nicely. You may not need to eat but it was still unpleasant not to, one of the cons of you choosing a mortal form.

That’s not the worse of it, you can forget that when you sleep, escaping to your dreams. The dreams are full of the days where you would lay in the field with your sister and watch over your people in their village. There is only one thing you can’t escape, the constant pain in your body, every time you move the searing pain that rips at your wrists ankles, even in your dreams you can escape that pain, it ruins the happiness you get from those memories. 

Chains…

Enchanted chains…

A special gift from Rex Lapis himself…

The chains linked around your wrists and ankles and attached to the floor of the cave. Sure they were long and if it was just that you would be able to pull yourself to the wall to have something to lay against, but it’s never that simple. Every time you move the chains surge geo energy into your body, it feels like you bones are shifting like tectonic plates during an earthquake. Even breathing hurts now, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was due to to the geo energy literally grinding most of your ribs to dust. A mortal would be dead by now, but not you, you just went through the same pain, and it never ended. You could only lay here, on your back, and stare at the same spot on the rock ceiling as dust and dirt collected on your body. But never any water, this place was bone dry, fitting for a place meant to hold the goddess of rain and moonlight.

Then there was the silence, it was maddening. The first few days, or maybe weeks, you sang to break the silence, keep your sanity, but most importantly fulfill your godly duties. But that was Celestia knows how long ago, you could only hope your sister was doing the best she could to watch over the day wherever she was now, because now you could only guess how violent the night has become in your absence. The night was already unsafe, but without the light of the moon, it was deadly.

A soft steps echoing in the cave snapped you out of your thoughts of simply reminding yourself to breathe in an out since it has become such a task. But now there was only one thought in your mind, after all this time he had finally come to see you again in this stone cage he made for you.  You could not even turn your head to look at him in fear that your neck would break from the pulses from the chain, nor could you give him one of your usual witty greetings due to your throat being as dry as sand in the Sumeru desert in summer from the lack of water or even moisture in this cave. 

You could only see him when he stood right beside your broken body, gazing down at you, but you were to weak to even make out the details of his face. He stared at you for a long time before kneeling down so that he could get a better look at your limp form. You could finally make out his expression, calm as ever, but it was unsettling for you to witness. He was ever so calm as he reached out his clawed hand and ran his finger along your cheek, collecting the dust that had landed on your skin. He looked at the dust on his fingers then back at you, like how you would treat a vase on the shelf you had forgotten to dust off. 

“Oh my dear…”

He sighed as he reached down with his hand to graze over your arm, down to the chain that was sealed to your wrist without a lock. Suddenly he gave it a pull which resulted in a bloodcurdling scream ripping from your throat as your felt the surge of geo energy surge from the chain into you arm and your bones began to rub against each other and snap like twigs. As he does this you can feel your arm rapidly repair itself and breaking it again as your limb begins to change, the skin turning black and where you could feel the surges, golden markings begin to form the same one the Geo Archon bares himself.

“It seems perhaps the punishment was too strong for the crime.”

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader

[yanderegrizzsworld]

hellloooo love your stuff may i humbly ask for what if for sonic, shadow and sliver when they're s/o is kidnapped/ and or in danger thank you have a nice day- /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ anon

Imagine: Romantic Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Silver the Hedgehog where the reader is kidnapped

TW/CW: Mentions of abduction/bruises/death

Sonic the Hedgehog:

Any thought of you being captured rarely crosses his mind as he believes that he can keep you secure from any form of danger. He often claims to be your guard, keeping any menace away from harming you & that with him, fear will never pester in your mind.

Whether he witnesses the abduction himself or gets word of it, his reaction is alike. This breaks the blue blur's fantasy of being your advocate in which he immediately rushes to your rescue, even if ordered or advised not to by Amy or Tails.

His recklessness earns him a scolding from Amy, stating that he could've attracted more enemies because of his actions. Sonic would be nimble at declaring that your safety was at risk & if anything were to have happened to you or worse, he'd never forgive himself.

Shadow the Hedgehog:

With his time working for GUN, Shadow has seen the horrors of what one is capable of when pushed, pressured or given the opportunity to attain their goal, even if the action(s) is/are dubious. Work there has taught the hedgehog that exhibiting even the smallest bit of vulnerability is like throwing a rat in a pit full of famished vipers, waiting to be unexpectedly consumed by those who'll exploit it.

Your lack of presence already has him a bit irked, but when he gets words of your abduction, not even Rouge can cease him from utilizing chaos control to find you. Every worst case scenario plays in his mind like a projector, from lapis & amethyst bruises coating your body to a broken bone or leg to your corpse, destitute from any life left & this just frustrates Shadow more & more.

The ultimate life form is off on a pursuit for vengeance, whether you're injured or not doesn't matter to him. In his eyes, he failed at upholding your safety above all & deems this one of his greatest failures, no matter how much you try to reason with him, spilling the abductor's blood is how he believes to redeem himself.

Silver the Hedgehog:

Paranoia & dubiety are no stranger to the otherwise upbeat hedgehog, allowing him to give others the hope that he lacked back in his timeline. Silver is very much aware of the horrors that one can do, whatever the reason may be, & while some he considers worse than others he still strives to make sure Sonic's future isn't as bleak as his own.

No amount of reassurance from Blaze can calm the telekinetic hedgehog after he learns of your kidnapping, delirious questions being thrown at Amy, Rouge or Tails of your whereabouts are enough to want whoever hears to rip their ears off. If taking too long, he deems it necessary that he locates you himself despite Blaze's warnings & Amy demanding he be patient.

Prepare for not having any personal space for the next few days/weeks when you're saved, he constantly looks like he's about to cry or breakdown at any moment, making you feel as if walking around eggshells with him. He doesn't mean to distress you, he swears! He feels like his soul got crushed when he heard of the abduction & much worse if he were to have found any injuries on you, he'll refuse to leave you alone unless you get Blaze to aid.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #romantic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere shadow the hedgehog #yandere silver the hedgehog #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader #silver the hedgehog x reader

[yanderes-galore]

Xiao x adeptus reader would sound nice :)

I can see what I can do. I have trouble following Genshin's stories sometimes so go easy on me, lol. I wasn't sure how to write this as I feel I keep getting Xiao out of character, I'm sorry.

Yandere! Xiao with Adeptus! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Jealousy, Corruption, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Most likely OOC Xiao (my bad I have trouble writing for Genshin)

- Perhaps he met you around the same time he accepted dedication to Rex Lapis.

- You may have even fought alongside each other.

- This forms a bond between you, it's small at first but you two respect each other.

- Xiao's obsession isn't in full swing until most of the Adepti leave the human realm.

- Leaving just you and Xiao as active Adepti in Liyue.

- Xiao is thankful to have someone to ease his burden, while you're thankful for having a comrade in this realm still.

- You're both fighters... but Xiao is stronger than you.

- In fact, he's one of the strongest.

- Battling day and night, he dedicates himself to protecting human life in Liyue even if he's indifferent to them.

- You've also seen how he's like in battle during the war....

- You know Xiao is not someone you want to be on the wrong side of.

- So when Xiao shows signs of obsession and wants you to stay with him all the time, you bow, accepting this for now.

- He and you have been through a lot.

- You can understand if he just wants a fellow Adepti companion for company.

- He is a loner, you know that about him.

- Then you notice the possessive behavior...

- Xiao shows aggression and envy towards the humans that praise you.

- He's also been refusing you when you ask to leave for a little while.

- Something is wrong, you can sense it.

- If you can correct his behavior and fix it... you're unsure.

- Rex Lapis couldn't help you now....

- You remind Xiao that even if you two are partnered, he shouldn't be upset about the humans or you leaving.

- You don't plan on leaving this realm... that should be comforting enough.

- Yet Xiao ignores your comfort.

- Ordering you to stay beside him, to never leave his sight.

- You hate to fight him...

- He's strong and could overpower you with how much pent up karmic energy he has.

- But, you know that Xiao is in the wrong and must be corrected.

- If he wants to break you into listening to him, then he should know you aren't going down without a fight.

- "Xiao. What has happened to you? This is so unlike you!"

- "Unlike me? (Y/N)... we're the only ones here now. Why should I share you with those humans!?"

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao

[suguru-getos]

I have such a cursed idea omg 😳 Yandere Zhongli turning all the people he feels threatened by into statues… that way he does not have to see any competition towards his quest towards having you.

The Adepti are too nice to you, yes, including Xiao. You once heard Ganyu say that they need to respect people who are loved by their Rex Lapis; to which you only thought that maybe because they consider you a true follower of the God of Contracts.

You haven’t talked to Rex Lapis but with your best friend dying you couldn’t help but visit the Wanshang Funeral parlor. Now now, Zhongli loves you a lot. With his every fibre of being, that does not mean he will take your nearest and dearest away just like that. That happened to be a mere accident. A lucky one for him

#yandere zhongli #yandere zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #yandere genshin

[sparklingyandere]

Can I request a yandere zhongli ax male yaksha x yandere Xiao pls

Title: protection

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: yan! xiao / gn! reader / yan! zhongli. You need help, and your dearest companions are quick to your rescue. 

Warnings: mild yandere, codependence, mild violence, xiao is called alatus, zhongli is called rex lapis

Note: this was written with male reader in mind, but i ended up not using any gendered language

Alatus was your senior yaksha. Being an adepti, you had great martial prowess and years of experience. Being a new recruit to Rex Lapis’s army, however, you had much to learn in the way of skill. Lucky for you, Alatus was willing to mentor you.

In his own words, the wrath of fallen gods never sleeps. Free time was sparse for him, but on days where weaker gods posed little threat to Liyue, he somehow found time to train with you.

His training was a bit… strict, you did it perfectly or you did it wrong. Still, you felt yourself growing stronger after each session.

The other yakshas noted the amount of time you spent together. They had no need for training, and they were much too busy to spare time to train you, so Alatus was the warrior that you saw the most. They didn’t seem to mind though, sometimes giggling amongst themselves when you two walked into a room together. It was like they knew something you didn’t.

Though Alatus was your mentor, Rex Lapis was your idol. From humble beginnings, fending for yourself, Rex Lapis had taken you in and taught you to utilize your strength for the good of others. You had always had to look after yourself, so having to look out for the safety of an entire nation… It was quite a heavy weight, but Rex Lapis had been so helpful. He was so responsible and wise, you looked up to him more than anyone else.

Whenever you found time, between training and fighting, you spent it with Rex Lapis. You would ask him questions, which he often answered thoughtfully, in such a way that left you even more curious. Your conversations lasted for ages because of this cycle, but you didn’t mind.

Everything you had, you owed to those two.

Over time, though you felt you were getting more capable, you were assigned less missions by Rex Lapis. The missions you did get seemed to stagnate in difficulty. It frustrated you, but when you confronted Rex Lapis, he would tell you that he knew what was best for you. To just trust him, and that you’d know when you were ready.

When you confronted Alatus, he would concur. You needed to train more, he’d say. Don’t worry, you’ll get there eventually, he’d say. Besides, the threats looming over Liyue were thinning out, so there was no need to rush. Even your senior yakshas were having days off.

Alatus suddenly had more free time to train you. You didn’t mind getting to spend so much time with him, not at all, but the endless days of training became dull and boring. You wished you had more opportunities to actually use the skills he was teaching you.

Rex Lapis comforted you in the meantime, sharing story after story of his own historic exploits, of the other nations he had traveled to, and his dislike of their archons. It was nice, and you loved hearing about all the things you’d never be able to see, but no amount of imagination was able to kill the dull ache of boredom. You wanted to do these things. You wanted to gather your own experiences to share. You weren’t allowed to travel too far out from Jueyun Karst, in case of any emergencies in which you would need to be ready to fight at a moment's notice. This put a huge roadblock in any dreams of seeing the world, but Rex Lapis was always quick to assure you, everything you needed was right here.

~

Alatus and Rex Lapis were having a meeting today, one you were not permitted to attend, and the other yakshas were deployed, leaving you alone to occupy yourself.

Of course, the natural conclusion was to follow the distant distress call to prove yourself to your master.

The call leads you out to a marsh, with elegant cranes dipping their beaks in the water, and tall, thin blades of grass gently swishing in the wind. Notably, with no monster present. You step further into the area, the mud parting under your feet with a squelch, and observe. Alatus had always advised you to be wary of your surroundings, so you turn your head, searching for any sources of distress. You hear the footsteps of a bird- no, wait, too heavy to be a bird-

Before you can draw your weapon, a warm hand closes over your face and squeezes your mouth firmly closed- you try to bite, but your attacker’s grip is firm, attempting to prevent you from breathing. Their other arm is cinched painfully around your waist, trying to hold you still.

You struggled, to little effect. You were something of an.. ambush predator. Self defense was not your strong suit, as if you were doing your job right, the enemy wouldn’t have the opportunity to turn against you.

Alatus had noticed this, and self defense was going to be the subject of your next training session…

The hand on your face has already pinched your nose, and you were already growing dizzy. You struggle until your muscles ache, but the fight leaves you soon enough.

~

The cave is cold. And damp. Notably, it’s also empty, devoid of kidnappers.

You search the room, finding nothing but a gated exit lacking a key. You begin to worry, what an idiot you had to be to end up here. Rex Lapis had told you you weren’t ready, but you just HAD to go and test it. Now you were fucked. Your weapons were taken, you had no idea why you were taken, and you had no idea how to get back.

Did Rex Lapis even know you were gone? Would he be able to track you? It seemed unlikely. You didn’t want to die here.

There were many yakshas before you, and there will be more after you, such was the nature of this life. But your contract with Rex Lapis still left much work to be done.

Even if you weren’t as strong as Alatus, you were still a yaksha. You may go down, but you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You look around at the cave walls, desperate for an improvised weapon. The ancient cave floor is littered with jagged stone, so you pick one and hide in the darkest corner you can find by the gate.

You wait.

~

Alatus is the first to notice. It’s one of the first things he does, after he’s done speaking with Rex Lapis, to search the areas you frequent and verify your safety. He’s considerate like that, and when he notices you’re not in any of your usual spots, he starts to worry. He reports to Rex Lapis, and the two of them form a search party to find you.

~

The rusty gate hinges slide against each other as the door opens, and you raise your sharpened stone to strike. Footsteps slowly make their way into the cave, and when they’re in just the right spot, you jump out.

You freeze up, arm raised mid-air, when you see the ones walking into the room were your two most trusted allies. The muscles in your hand relax just enough that the rock slides out of your grip, thumping onto the ground. The look on Alatus’s face is pure relief, like seeing you has lifted a weight from his shoulders.

Your knees buckle under you, and Rex Lapis kneels down to catch you. You collapse in his hold and cry out.

"You were right." You dig your fingers into his clothing. Alatus has crouched down by you as well, watching you with great care. You continue, "I'm not strong enough yet… You're right." The hands around you hold tighter, and you feel Alatus's hand joining on your shoulder.

They help you up gently, comforting you as they walk you back to your home.

Rex Lapis and Alatus promise that you won't be in this position again. They would keep you safe until they decided you were strong enough to fight alongside the others.

Until then, they will be there, and you'll have nothing to worry about.

#yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli #yandere xiao

[nicktremblaywayfu]

The Goddess tied our fate (2/2)

Chapter 2 : At Last We're Finally Together

Author Note : I want Arthur and Ammit to wreck my ass at the same time so there you go Ammit fucking you using Arthurs body and somehow lowkey forced you both into an intercourse. Also Post-asylum Harrow

Summary : Your Internship has ended, adding a worth experience note in your work cv. Despite all the treatment you gave to Arthur, including fulfilling his lust almost every night, his goddess wasn't still satisfied.

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Ammit/Reader/Arthur Harrow

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Ammit, You (reader)

Tags and Warning : Dubcon, Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man/Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, hair pulling, using threats, trespassing, yandere coded, possessive, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Words : 4045

Available on Ao3 as well

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You packed your stuff in your room, one of the few last things to do here. Your internship was over and the hospital was satisfied with your work. Especially in handling Arthur and had calmed his episodes of misery, they praised you for your hard job. The fact that they have no idea how you do that was a miracle. He was declared to be legally sane, though you doubted that. Somehow you wondered if they manipulated his data to cover up the true suffering he had deep inside. He was still sick, but he was good at masking it. He may look fine but the reality was the contrary. He was still far from being okay.

However, considering at least half of the hospital staff were his followers, judging from them having similar sigil on their wrist, maybe they would handle him even if he was away from the hospital. You decided to let them do their job, it would make your head dizzy thinking how complex it could be. Besides they must need their goddess inside him. Just for both her and his sake they took them away from the public world. 

No fund was needed in his treatment, as two men were generous enough to pay. In fact, it was them who put him in this hospital for his well-being. Although strangely, you only saw one man despite him filling in two names. Perhaps for his friend that was shy to show up ? You wished you could know these generous men better.

The farewell was not big, but the staff were kind enough to give you a small farewell gift. A necklace with golden scarab pendant, lapis lazuli sphere decorating the center of it. Too fancy for a little gift. Must be from their beloved leader that was for sure. 

But you can't resist the beauty of it. It fitted perfectly on you like it was meant to be  

You took a last glance at the hospital before driving home, and the next thing you need to know is finding a real job to fill your stomach and pay the bills. 

Oh to think it must be nice living in Harrow's cult. You called it a cult, he called it a community. But technically it was still a cult, even if it was too nice to be called as such. They didn't need much money in their wallet as almost everything was produced in their own village. Vegetables, meat, some of them even able to build their own energy source. No need to work from 9 to 5 for a minimum wage, just living happily and helpful.

The road was busy with the sunlight temperature being mild. Not as cold as fall, not as hot as summer. A perfect temperature. People minding their own business, their jobs. Parents walking down the street with their children, couples hugging each other after long time no see. A thought of your mind picturing Arthur sitting on the passenger’s seat striked you. 

You shook your head, you doubted that your feelings were involved. Yes you had done countless sexual activity for him but that was for his sake to be given mercy by whatever creature inside him. Your farewell with him wasn't filled with teary eyes anyway. Just casually bidding a bye as he was picked up by his followers.

Although one stranger did ask his whereabouts, a man with a similar face with the one that funded his treatment. He drove a limousine, like picking up a world-level celebrity. The hospital staff were suspicious about him, lies were emitted hoping it would save their leader from that man, whoever he might be. He glanced at you for a while before going inside his limo and left without any words.

And just like that, the only thing left in front of you was the gust of wind dancing with the fallen leaves.

After what you felt like a long journey on the road filled with busy humans, you finally reached your house. It was not big, but enough to put your head under the roof sheltering you from snow or rain. Series of clicking unlocked the door, and a poorly lit room greeted you with a little bit of sunlight as its main light source.

You inhaled, air coming inside your lung filling the emptiness inside of you. You would definitely miss the crowd of the asylum.

And you were not the only one missing something right now.

You freezed like a cold cobblestone statue in the winter, looking at the sight served in front of you.

A man that is no other than Arthur Harrow himself, sitting on a small sofa. Book of your personal journal opened in his hand, the witness of whatever he did in your house.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His blue eyes felt like speaking as well.

“I- we just couldn’t. We couldn’t just let you leave like that.” He slowly stood up, putting your journal on the coffee table.

“And what does that mean by all this? What are you doing in my house?” Your hands snaked to your pocket, looking for your card knife.

“No no, wait, please, I don't mean to hurt you.” He marched towards you and wrapped around your body with his hands, hugging you tight as your card knife dropped from your hold.

“I’m sorry I have to come like this but I promise you, we meant no harm.”

“Arthur Harrow, you just trespassed someone’s house ! Tell me a reason why i shouldn’t call the police for you action-”

“BECAUSE IF YOU DO, HE WILL BE THE ONE SUFFERED ! ” Thundering voice shocked you to the point your body met the surface of the floor.

Your breath was shaky, eyes widened with what you saw. A fury on his eyes, hands opened acting like a claw. And you thought she was calmed after all you did for her human.

Within a second, his expression changed. Anger turned into worry, fuming reddening face has faded with a drop of tear fallen.

“Are- are you alright ? I’m sorry, I'm terribly sorry.” Arthur helped you to get up, making you sit on the sofa comfortably.

Your legs felt like jelly, you even needed to hold on the table to stand before. Mouth even too weak to say something for a moment.

“Listen, I know you won’t forgive me for this, for trespassing your house, I know and I understand. But I need you to know that I can't just leave you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, it would be sweet if there was no demon inside him.

“You’re not healed yet, Arthur. How could you even declared as legally sane was still beyond my understanding.”

“Because she was not an illness. She is a goddess. My goddess. She was truly trapped inside my body. Please, listen and believe me.” He pleaded, voice cracked as he was about to cry.

“Then prove it. Last time you told me she couldn’t show up fully because the world could no longer know her whereabouts, nor her existence. Now, there’s just the two of us.” You gave him a sharp, serious gaze. You really meant it and demanded proof.

Arthur looked down for a moment, sighed then looked upon your eyes.

“Please be gentle with her.”

He was not talking to you.

He steadied his breath, stroking your hair softly. Only for a few seconds later the soft gentle strokes turned into a rough, hard grasp tugging at your hair.

“After these times, you still doubted me, mortal ? If I wasn't trapped in this disgusting flesh prison, I'd show my fangs close enough for you to see that I am , in fact, real.” The Goddess inside Arthur tugged your hair hard enough, forcing you to face the ceiling above.

“Oh I hope this was proof for you because I do not wish to punish your fragile human body. But justice still needs to be served and I need to know your fates as well your sins before I can officially declare you as a good person.” She chuckled in a sinister way. Letting go of your hurted scalp from the tug, she grabbed both of your hands and put both on Arthur’s.

Both of you looked at the swinging scales on Arthur’s wrist, scaling your fates, your sins, as well your good deeds.The more you struggled to let go, the tighter she held your hands.

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, finally the scales have decided.

A deep, dark green hue shown on the scale. The color of good deeds. The color of balance.

“Well deserved, even though you doubted me before.” She smirked widely, then let Arthur take control of his body again.

The way he looked, reminding you of a sad, lost puppy in the middle of rain. He looked at his scales, still in green hue.

“I know you are a good person. I never judged you before, because I just know from my deepest heart you never meant any harm especially to us.” He smiled at you, a hint of sadness behind the curve. You were still in shock, not knowing what to do nor to say. Perhaps you shouldn't take the internship program in that damned asylum. Maybe if you never knew him, you would never be dragged into this kind of shit show.

“Don’t leave us. Please.” Arthur held both of your hands tightly.

“Not with my life being threatened, Arthur.”

“I know, I promise that was the last time. Please, I'm begging you.”

“Please. Please, I'm begging you. Please, stay with me.” He bowed his head down to your hands.

“I’m sorry. Please, I'm begging you right now.” His voice was shaking, as you felt your hands getting a bit wet.

You sighed, giving time for your mind to decide. It was not like you couldn’t take care of him. It was what inside him that worried you.

“Do you truly have a heart to refuse his beg? This man right now genuinely enjoins you, mortal.” Wrists were painful as she took control of him for a moment, grasping you mercilessly.

“Very well. I will. I will stay just for you.” You leaned in, kissing Arthur’s hair softly. His hair was softer now, although it didn't smell like fragrant shampoo nor smell bad. Just smell like him. The scent that you were familiar with.

Arthur brought his head up to see you. Pitiful red eyes with his cheek turned into a river stream of his tears. You furrowed your brows as well pressing your lips together, hoping you won’t regret this life-time commitment.

“Thank you. Thank you, I owe you everything.” He stood up a bit to hug you so tight that you struggled to breathe a bit.

He was once ambitious, some even called him a ruthless man. Now he was completely broken. Living as a live prison for a damned goddess. He sat next to you, calming his weep. You stroked his back, trying your best to comfort him. Never in your life have you seen this man so emotional. So fragile. Fragile like a thin porcelain that was broken, now forced to hold itself with just a drop of glue.

He leaned on you, head resting on your shoulder. There was silence for a few minutes, a space for your both minds. It was far from awkward silence, yet you couldn’t say this is a comforting one as well. Just silence.

“I hope you liked the gift from me.” He glanced at your golden shining necklace.

“I do. I really love it. Thanks, Arthur.”

He smiled softly.

“The necklace was found in 334 BC. It belonged to a high priestess in that era. Forged by the best blacksmith and given to her as a gift that she has helped Ammit gathered hundreds of her followers. Wise and charismatic, the necklace was the witness of her kindness.”

“And now, it was bestowed by you.” he lifted his head to face you fully.

“We want you to have it. Your soul truly reminded us of her.”

He pulled his face closer to you, an inch away from your mouth.

“Stay with us, and we shall guarantee you will be treated much even better than how the high priestess treated in royalty. With this necklace as a symbol that you belong to us only. Be at our side. Be with us forever.” Arthur then put your hands together and kissed your knuckles gently.

“And I swear to Ammit your stomach will always be full, your head will be sheltered from rain, and your body will always be covered in excellent garments. What do you say?” Oh how could you say no with him then calling your name, whispering it like a magical chant.

“My answer remains the same. I will stay with you.” The space between you two was getting smaller.

“Forever?”

“Whatever you wished, Arthur.” 

Felt like you were hypnotized answering it.

“Then so be it.” He leaned in, forehead touching each other. You closed your eyes as well with him, trying to learn that now you have to love him.

And suddenly, Arthur striked your lips with his. Hands on your cheek, forcing you into a deep, passionate kiss. You struggled to breathe with the sudden kiss.You tried to pull out from his kiss, only to hear an animalistic heavy growl from him. 

“What the fuck are you doing Arthur ?!” You slapped him, then rubbed the spit he left on your lips with your sleeve.

“That- that wasn’t me.” He stood up, trembling with fear.

“I would never force you to do that.” His expression was too genuine to be faked.

“That was me, coward.” His body stiffen with veins showing on his neck. eyes shone purple for a second.

“You have laid with her many times yet you were scared even just to kiss her right now. I did not let you live just so you couldn’t initiate to achieve your dream. It was always me who made the first move. Might as well take her as my lover if you keep being this coward, Harrow.” 

You were practically cornered in your own sofa, body sinking like hoping you could escape into nothingness.

“You were a coward, but I shall be generous enough to let you speak and see it by yourself.” And just by that, Arthur gained his consciousness once again. Except all his limbs and his body were lost from his control.

“My goddess, please don’t hurt her.” He pleaded as his body moved against his will.

Ammit didn’t answer as she kept holding the wheel steer of his body. His hand involuntarily cornering you more, trapping you in your very own house. All of what Arthur did to you was never truly out of his control despite it being his body. In another word, you were about to be fucked by two person at the same time in one body.

He then bit your neck, putting you in a choke hold both metaphorically and literally. Your neck being devoured would surely leave a deep red mark, with his hand now creeping under your shirt. You tried to push his hand away yet his bite only got harder.

“Stay still.” His voice was mixed with a godly lady heavy and hoarse voice.

“ I’m sorry.” Now his voice was what you usually hear from him. His real voice.

It was easy to tell apart who was who speaking to you.

His hand creeped inside, finding the bra you were wearing. He unclasped it on your back, lifting it inside your shirt and started playing with your breast.

“Arthur-” You almost choked on your own spit as you felt your nipples hardened.

“Forgive me. I truly didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh you’re lucky to be controlled by me. I know how to please her more than you thought.” She let out a deep, velvety animalistic chuckle. Like how you would imagine a crocodile laughing.

She continuously rubbed your nipple slowly, letting it pop on each stroke of Arthur’s thumb.

Still in Ammit's control, Arthur kept assaulting your neck with his mouth. He could not deny that he enjoyed it, but not the way that you were threatened. Yet what can he do anyway? The fact she let him get his full consciousness was more than generous enough.

After what felt like hours, he let go of your reddening, almost in purple hue hickies. His drool streaming down to your collarbone. Arthur started to unbutton your shirt, so eagerly like the goddess inside him couldn’t wait any longer. He tossed your shirt as well your bra to the floor, leaving your chest bare and hanging as a view. Despite the number you have been doing with him, he never ceases to be amazed with your body. It always felt like the first time. 

Like a hungry crocodile hatchling, he clinged his mouth to your breast, with his hands supporting his weight and the other paying with your other breast. His growls matched your pant, trying to endure the sensation. He sucked on your breast like always been yearning for it.

Lips pressed firmly against your sensitive nipples as he sucked and licked them. His tongue sliding along your hard nipple until you screamed loudly as his teeth sank on it, biting you slightly. A loud moan escaped your lips, causing him to suck harder, and then he bit you deeper.

"There's no need to resist you two mortals. None of you could lie to my face." Involuntarily, Arthur grabbed your throat and choked you.

The strength of his arm muscle mixed with the force of Ammit made your head get lighter. He then kissed you again, having no choice but to succumb and let her enjoy your mouth using his body. You gave up, limping as Arthur devoured your lips. Tongue dancing to each other as he kept eating you. 

After it was satisfying for the goddess inside of him, Arthur pulled out the kiss. String of saliva connected both of your tongues, showing how you have mixed your mouth fluid with his. You inhaled deeply, exhaling with relief that you could breathe. 

Arthur reached your pants eagerly, with you stopping him.

"Ammit, I need to talk to you." You looked at Arthur's eye sharply.

"Do you truly wish to resist furthermore, human?" She spoke.

"Do we really need to do this? I have done enough for Arthur and the promise was you to let him live in peace. Is this what you call peace?" Just after you finished your words, she laughed loudly and tilted Arthur's head.

"Oh dear, are you really thinking I'm doing this solely because of my wish? Tell her, Harrow. Tell her the truth. Tell her why you couldn't stop thinking about her so that you came here." His expression dropped as she gave him control again.

He closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips.

"I'm sorry. What Ammit said was true. It was my wish to make love with you again." Arthur softly stroked your cheek.

"But I didn't wish to end up like this. Do I really have the choice to disobey? She has my body and now I can't even move my own limbs. Please, tell her if you wish to stop. I'd deal with the consequences just for you to be safe, you don't have to worry about me." His eyes began to tear.

"I will be fine." Sometimes the whisper of gossip that he was manipulative was true or not.

You did not answer for a moment. Rather, you took off your pants completely, spreading your legs for him to see your vagina bare and whole.

"You could've told me from the beginning, Arthur." You gestured to him as an invitation.

Arthur truly couldn't lie to his lust. He swallowed his spit looking at your pussy, wet and slick with the juice dripping. Like knowing as he rubbed it with his thumb, his fingers gently caressing your outer lips. You mewled as he began pumping you with two of his digits, deep against your inner canal. But he saved it for his mouth.

You saw Arthur closing his eyes as he placed his tongue on your opening. He sucked, moving his mouth, now tongue dancing with your clit.

"Arthur- Fuck !" How do you tell Ammit that she does really know how to please you using his body?

He kissed, ate, and licked your pussy. Your lubricated vagina was mixed with his spit. His whole tongue covering your lower lips, licking it whole. Oh it was just the beginning and he was drunk like you were an alcohol for him. He put his tongue inside you again, licking you clean insides while his finger continued to rub your clit mercilessly. 

This is exactly how he wished to do after last night's wet dream he got. He did not have the courage to ask, but Ammit did not care about his doubts.

He kept sucking your pussy as his tongue went inside you, teasing you. At the end you wanted more and more. So much more than just his tongue. You moaned so loud, feeling the pleasure of your orgasm coming up, ready to burst.

And when he felt it, he pulled out of you. He carried you from the sofa, putting you on the large coffee table causing mess and everything fell from the surface.

Arthur looked at you, in a form of mix between sad, lust, and eagerness. he pulled his pants down, letting his cock revealed in full glory. Throbbing and veiny, ready to meet your entranceHe lifted your knees, positioning you at the entrance. He put one leg over his shoulder as the other being held, guiding himself to your hole. He let go both of your elevated thighs, placing both of his palms on top of your hips, pushing you deeper into him.

Both of his arms holding your waist as he pushed himself into you, your hands forming a fist enduring his girth. Your breathing became more shallow, and your heart beating faster.

He leaned closer, supporting himself. He looked at your face, reddening cheek with tears falling down. He swore to Ammit that this intercourse felt like the first time.

“Oh my goddess-” His chest puffed and collapsed as he tried to adjust his breath with his lust.

As he rocked in and out of you, his hips thrusting in a fast pace. You panted and moaned loudly, some of them were half emitted curses Some of them were pleas. All of them were filled with ecstasy. The fact that you were being fucked mercilessly on your coffee table was the least thing you expected today. The sight of your tits bouncing from the pace only to make both Arthur and Ammit eager to fuck you harder and rougher than before.

"Arthur" You tried to speak between your breaths.

"Slow down, i'm gonna-" You couldn't speak a whole sentence fully.

Instead, he held your waists and fastened his pace. He was destroying your pussy, head thrown back with mewl turned into short screams.

Finally, you let yourself out. Shaking and trying to gain your full consciousness after being wrecked by him. You were caught off-guard with him suddenly rocking you again, for Arthur to reach his climax. He snaked his arms behind your back for support, hugging you as he let himself out filling you inside. He caught his breath, feeling how his seeds were spilling from your hole. He pulled away, releasing his grip around you.

You limped on the table, energy drained by the intercourse. You probably needed assistance to walk properly for a few hours.

Arthur fell on the floor, gaining his full control once again. He looked at his hands, then looked at you.

“What have I done..” He pulled some tissue that the box fell on the floor, rubbed you clean from his own seeds. 

He carried you, letting you lay on his lap. You were really tired, exhausted that you couldn't say anything. 

As you looked at Arthur, you heard the familiar whisper.

“You belong to us forever, mortal.”

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#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight fanfiction #marvel villain #x reader #moon knight #mcu #ns/fw #reader insert #self-insert #arthur harrow fanfictions #ammit #ammit x reader

[wpdariacutnes]

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Me: das skic a make coputer better corors dys because dad me only do better as coputer because not get kreons ( babino) or woder corors so das make computer

Or make self a das ałtor dys mode a more take dil a dil because hey make Mode ritche so why corors dys a self on a more did like you dont wona see make corors dys a self

Yes max gets ala wofl tees??? Like canda be l dys me wer a more wold insade mouch look like so yeah sorry but ałtor tees is look esly and sowing time wirts bruken only me opinion

Aszhly im happy more a lapy out dys mod like im knows a what the hell nafe well...because is edgy mode and someone make blood art so me make nafe and dys okey because more is rock muzick makes so why not like hey someone make insade mod as corrupted mod and someone das like so why not how say a das angel asshole

Yeah max das fanely ferst time out like is ferst like make more coffy so dys rezan and corn? Im finks corn as halloween candy ( Google a candy as halloween or as halloween) and is not me oc is yelly oc and dys more a coffee soft bitch like yeah im knows skuze like dozynt look dys more a piano and bit but demich done yelly cant fix dys but is woman but pansexuality so das okeys well like backstory is okey too like not only use dys rezan ((like someone im selessy god stop make skini only dyz rezan okey thx))

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Eniłer expleing a oc yelly a me wery like her relly is wery did good but das dress a snow days make mini bit rudes but no das make code wet cringe like okey but yeah bit blushing

And dys notes a corn is a:

+pansexuality icon ( and is good done so smuwe why and heppynt well )

+ ego ship a sowing bit eke: orange skini (( im so sorry a for got dys mode but stel soone how knows a dys yers im cant in dys plase ))

+ is gender woman and das muzick a coffee staws ( canda a nice but more worm a next skini me opinion as coffee song because code "roling eye males a be clasic or sessy yandere" so yeah )

+ and like snow days and icecream (( dys rabit hole bit a bit hash but knows a make hem opesion so das Relax dont respont because you riding is make so jonger like after is 21 ))

But palette is nice is like halloween a corn and is white/orange (darker) / yellow (normal) and as dress is snowi dress so das coffe palette only and done das look not bed

And das pretty moch full why like and das okeys sorty is not be wery rude is das cute smakr

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Offical epic note: 05.06.2022.r

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#fnf mod soda party #fnfcomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #youtube #parents take rule #art 2022

[yanderestevenuniverse]

Ooh! How about headcannons not for the CG Lapis, but Nice/Freckles Lapis and Mean/Bobcut Lapis?

Would they share the same S/O, or try to keep them for one another? What differences or similarities would they share with the CG Lapis and how they would treat their S/O?

ohhh now this is interesting

General yandere mean and nice lapis headcaons

mean:

She wouldn’t be as nearly as mean and abusive as regular lapis I think she would be more degrading. Meaning she would taught you and mock you at absolutely every single chance she gets like”oh your wearing that really alright then make a fool of yourself if yourself if you want”

She would never actually hurt her darling she would kill for them and enjoy it too carving them up like what she would do too a planet giving her a sense of nostalgia

Punishments she would never actually harm her darling but she might just grab a random off of the street and carve them up in front of you that will teach you to misbehave

Exspect bearly any complements from her except for the occasional hug kiss and tight lipped compliments

They both end up inevitably kidnapping you

Nice:

She would be much more soft a very supportive and fun yandere she would encourage you in all of your passions as long as those interests don’t involve you leaveing her side and would try to make the relationship as normal as possible

She would not punish you in any way shape or form the most you would get from her is her looking disappointed at you

She just like mean lapis would kill for you though she would not enjoy or dislike it she would simply find it as work unless of course that person harmed you and in that case she would take great pleasure in killing them

She would give you whatever comfort you needed exepect lots of hugs kisses and compliments

I think they would share a darling but would get into plenty of fights over they way they treat their darlings

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere ask #yandere head canons #yandere su #yandere steven universe #yandere steven universe future #yandere steven universe future x reader #yandere mean lapis #yandere nice lapis #mean lapis #nice lapis #su #Steven universe

[ddarker-dreams]

To Covet. Yan Zhongli x Reader x Yan Xiao

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship and forced marriage.  Word count: 2.4k. Note: this is yet another addition to the first contract universe! this time, with some xiao perspective. 

[The First Contract index]

Xiao always thought that he knew his place.

He was the sole surviving Yaksha, an illuminated adepti, and a dedicated follower of Rex Lapis. He owed a great debt to the Geo Archon that he could never hope to fully repay. Rex Lapis was the one who pulled him from his neverending nightmare, the one who gave him a name and a purpose, introducing him to a world of light. Whatever was ordered of Xiao to do, if it came from the lips of Rex Lapis, he would see it through to the bitter end.

That’s the approach he’s always taken, even in regards to you.

“Ah, yes, this sweet flower will do nicely,” you kneel down onto the patchy grass and rummage through the respective foliage. “Xiao, would you hand me the basket please?”

At your behest, he wastes no time going to your side and providing what you asked for. The handwoven basket is almost overflowing with the flora you’ve spent the past few hours foraging. His fingers twitch around the handle. The wicker feels foreign and scratchy against his skin, a far cry from the smooth polearm he would normally wield instead. All those decades spent shedding seas worth of blood that’s since seeped into Liyue’s ground, long forgotten by those who weren’t there for the carnage, to end up doing this. Accompanying you on a mundane task in Nantianmen to pick flowers and herbs.

You stand once more, satisfied with nature's bounty for today. It’s been a productive trip. Your lips part, as if you were hoping to speak, only to close again when you catch Xiao staring at your sleeves like they were a threat.

Xiao’s ever perceptive gaze caught the dirt that’s smudged against your hanfu’s flowing fabric, a frown curling his lips downwards as a result.

“Don’t concern yourself over this,” you lift your arm up to inspect the damage closer and nod reassuringly. “It’ll wash off easily.”

He wonders if he should even broach the taboo subject. It’s more trouble than it's worth — this is what he tells himself — and yet he can’t suppress the way his stomach churns in displeasure. Rex Lapis’ order to him hours before echoes in his mind as if his head were the expansive caves beneath Mt. Hulao.

“You will accompany my spouse wherever they would like to go, naturally, only within Liyue’s borders. See to it that no harm befalls them even if it means laying down your life. If they begin to act disagreeable, bring them back to me at once.”

Such an insignificant detail would go unnoticed by anyone else, but this is Rex Lapis; his omnipotent eyes notice the smallest intricacies like they were glaringly obvious. There’s no doubting that he’d be displeased with you for dirtying one of his favorite garments. Xiao can’t believe that he’s allowing himself to linger on something so foolish, so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

He is a warrior. A slayer of demons, devourer of dreams, the Vigilant Yaksha.

And above all else, he is hopelessly enamored with you to the point it was nauseating.

He shouldn’t trouble himself with anything above his orders. As long as there wasn’t a strand of hair on your head out of place, Rex Lapis wouldn’t consider the contract between them broken. What kind of impression would you get if he mentioned it? Would you think he was complicit in your chainless imprisonment? He supposes he is, in a way, the thought leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.

It’s not like he wants this for you anymore than you want it for yourself.

No, what he wants is far different, yet just as self-serving.

“Just— just clean it off before we go back.”

Xiao’s voice cuts through the heavy silence, sharp and straight to the point. He regrets how harsh it comes out immediately, but you do not cower or flinch at his biting tone. Of course you wouldn’t. You’ve been through far more hellacious situations than dealing with Xiao’s attitude.

It poses the question: what made you bend the knee to Rex Lapis? It was no secret on your behalf that your husband has earned your scorn, a well-kept secret amongst the adepti from the mortals. Accounts varied differently. Xiao, who usually had no interest in the past, trudged through numerous sources in hopes of securing the truth. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

If not for that… perhaps you could have belonged to him instead.

The thought alone sent shivers up and down his spine. You wave him over, prompting him to follow your graceful form while searching for more ingredients. Liyue’s bright, midday sun works wonders on your skin, making it appear to him like you were glowing. Your status of divinity is well-deserved.

He’d never spared a second thought to physical appearance, but your beauty was too prevalent to not notice. Everything about you was full of intriguing extremes. Your soft lips could both say the kindest words to those you cared for, or be used to scrutinize your husband. Your hands command forth the earth to lay waste to Rex Lapis’ enemies, and delicately pluck the strings of your favorite instruments, filling your abode with ethereal sound.

The urges and desires that engulf him when it came to you were dangerous, if not borderline treason. You were in Rex Lapis’ possession. The Geo Archon’s suffocating favor upon you was evident at every opportunity, who else other than you could cross him so boldly and face no dire repercussions?

“It’s getting late,” Xiao notes, whilst taking another flower that caught your interest into the basket. “We should head back.”

The content atmosphere around you chills like a river freezing over in the winter. All sense of levity is gone, replaced with neutrality and an unreadable expression.

He swears the ground beneath his feet trembles.

You readjust the hairpin on your head which had gone askew with your activity. “... Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

Without complaint, you turn around to head in the direction of Rex Lapis’ domain. There’s no longer a spring in your step, or the excited buzz in the air from you explaining the different flora’s medicinal properties to Xiao. This somber disposition was more in line with how you would be in your husband’s presence. The first time Xiao was introduced to you, he wondered if you were alive at all; you were as still as a corpse.

“Do you hate me?”

Xiao holds his breath, the both of you staring at one another in varying degrees of shock. The question had slipped out past the crevices of his subconscious in a way it shouldn’t have. What should he care what you think? It would be so much easier, so much simpler, if he could just shove this down someplace where it would never see the light of day again. Yet it never fails to claw its way up like acidic bile in his throat.

“Hate you?” You repeat his word choice back in a whisper, blinking. “Why should I hate you, Xiao?”

“I—”

This time, he has the wherewithal to bite his tongue and grimaces. “Forget it.”

Now he’s ahead of you, rather than lagging a few feet behind like he was for the duration of the trip. He picks up on the grass rustling behind him. You sprint to meet up with him, refusing to let the conversation die a merciful death. There’s that stubborn nature of yours again. Rex Lapis had accurately described it as both your most endearing and damning quality. You then circle in front of him and extend your arms, effectively blocking his path. It would be simple to get around you, and yet he’s too stunned to think, much less act.

“I’m only going to say this once,” you take a deep breath and square your shoulders. “I refuse to let myself wallow in despair and shove the blame onto others. This battle is mine and mine alone. You are simply doing as you’re commanded — am I correct?”

You take his stupefied silence as a reason to continue.

“Then I have no reason to hate you. All the hatred in my heart is reserved solely towards the one who wronged me, so that I might never forget and grow complacent. Please, spare me your hollow pity. I have no need for it.”

It feels like Xiao is being lectured. Not in a demeaning manner, but like an understanding master to their misguided protegee. So this is the resolve of a god, he thinks.

Sensing the tension in the air, your pursed lips ease into a warm smile. “Besides, I rather enjoy your company. You make for an excellent listener.”

“It’s hard not to with how much you talk,” Xiao replies. You laugh at his honesty, your shoulders shaking and the skin around your eyes tightening. He wishes he could immortalize the sight into his memory forever. When was the last time he had seen you laugh? Or would it be more accurate to say he’s never seen you laugh at all?

You pat him on the head and he almost shuts down. “There, there. That’s more like it. If I was in need of mind-numbingly boring company, I would have brought my handmaids with me. Never lose that sharp edge of yours.”

The rest of the walk back is in comfortable silence. Xiao’s heart is running at a thousand miles per second, his hands clammy and shaking by his side. He’s been reduced to such a sorry state from a single one of your touches. For a moment, he considers praying that you both will not run into anyone; but he decides against it when he remembers who exactly would hear his prayer.

The tall, ornate walls that surround and separate Rex Lapis’ domain come into sight.

You briskly walk towards the moon gate, muttering underneath your breath what you plan on doing when you get inside. Then, you pause where you stand, catching sight of Rex Lapis who has been faithfully awaiting your return. Xiao makes a point of staying as far away from the scene as he can.

“I take it your trip was a success?” Rex Lapis inquires, his hands behind his back and eyes set on nothing else in the world but you.

You stop and regard him with a stiff nod. “I believe so. I was unable to find lotus heads that meet my standards, but everything else was passable.”

Xiao’s heart sinks into his stomach at how Rex Lapis’ stony gaze softens. He then brushes his hand against the small of your back, gesturing for the garden in a graceful movement. He carried himself in a way Xiao could never hope to. 

“My dear, is that not to be expected? This time of year yields bitter lotus heads, you should know that as well as I do.”

You eye the hand placed intimately on your person but decide not to comment on it. “I suppose. I will begin to brew a new tea for us to try, as I promised.”

“The kettle is out and the fire stoked to your preference,” Rex Lapis hums. “I will join you shortly. I wanted to speak with Xiao on some matters first. Please, get started without me.”

That was the stipulation on Rex Lapis’ part. You spent a long time negotiating the right to wander about free from his presence, one of the many promises you made being that you’ll make him tea upon your return. Xiao wishes he would forget the other promises you had to make alongside that to secure your goal.

You shrug, thinking little of his comment and setting off to work. “If you insist.”

With you out of earshot, Rex Lapis takes long strides, approaching the adepti who has sworn fealty to him.

“Xiao.”

The aforementioned male hopes his companion doesn’t notice how his body tenses. “Yes, Morax?”

“Did you encounter any difficulties?”

Xiao knows what he is saying without him having to get specific. Rex Lapis is inquiring about your behavior and possible signs of disobedience, or any kindling of rebellion. He’s been through this conversation with your husband too many times to count. All the adepti that have spent time with you have gone through the same interrogation. It was expected for them to report anything that might be of note, however, nothing comes to mind in this instance.

“None.” He replies in truth.

Rex Lapis considers him for a long, seemingly eternal moment. “That’s a relief to hear.”

The two stare at one another without so much as moving a muscle. Rex Lapis’ silent authority and aura would have overwhelmed any other mortal, yet Xiao remains steadfast, refusing to crack beneath the weight.

“[First] is lovely, wouldn’t you agree?” Rex Lapis poses the question in a casual manner, though Xiao knows it’s anything but. He needs to tread carefully here or risk revealing his treacherous thoughts. Yes, he does find you to be lovely. He thinks much more than that. That you would be such a good spouse for him, greeting him with a smile every time Xiao returned home, welcoming him with open arms. You would warm his bed and acquiesce to every whim, desire, and perversion he could ever come up with.

Indeed you were lovely. However, you’d be far more lovelier if you were his. 

“I have no complaints,” is all Xiao chooses to say.

“Understandably so. Few have the privilege of interacting with them.”

Was he found out? You did touch him, even if it was for the briefest of moments; was that a transgression sizable enough for Rex Lapis to try and strike him down? Would there be no coming back from this?

“Morax! The tea is getting cold. I have dominion over rocks, not fire, so I won’t stand for any complaining over this.”

Your voice urges from behind the garden walls, interrupting the possible confrontation without realizing that’s what you were doing. Rex Lapis’ posture changes at once. His shoulders go lax and his face reflects his inner fondness, all signs of threatening behavior washing away. You had him wrapped around your finger, that much was obvious. It’s a shame that it was more of a detriment to you than anything useful.

“I will call for you when I require your services once again.”

Xiao nods his head at this, grateful that he could have time to himself again. There was much to ruminate over.

“And another thing…”

Rex Lapis’ eyes emit a glow for so brief a second, if Xiao blinked he would have missed it.

“Do be mindful of not allowing your eyes to wander over that which does not belong to you.” 

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[blzzrdstryr]

Yanderes caring for a sick Darling hcs - Liyue boys edition

Starring: Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

[Mondstadt boys edition]

[Mondstadt girls edition]

Childe

Despite his reputation of bloodlusted, fight obsessed battle maniac, Childe is very skilled in and takes pleasure from many fields, including those that don’t really fit into a stereotype of the walking war machine.

Like cleaning or cooking. If your forced relationship somehow develops into the sugary, honeymoon phase, expect him to bring a light breakfast into the bed minutes after your awakening.

Honestly, he views caring for you as both a weird ownership sign and a conquest thing. When you’re sick, you’re weak and vulnerable and dependent, so tending to you is having your entire health and possibly life under his thumb.

He won't say it out loud, yet he will make it absolutely clear to you that he is in control here and it's him who decides whether you'll be healthy again or not. Dare to mouth him too harshly or act too coldly and Childe will leave you all alone, with no comfort or medicine to alleviate your pains.

He, of course, will quickly forgive you once you beg and humiliate yourself enough, and turn back to the loving husband he tries to act as, abd return to being your main caretaker - he usually has servants looking after you, but your sickness is a special occasion, he wants to be the only witness to your vulnerability and weakness.

If you stay docile and nice, then he will also act extra nice ceasing the mental games he usually plays on you. Childe likes to test you and your devotion to him, yet he also understands you being sick might be a serious deal, so he doesn’t want to subject you to unnecessary stress.

With the emotional manipulations out of the window, Childe won't get any more tolerable though, as he will coo and "aww" at your perceived weakness, especially if you aren't known for your any fighting prowess and skills.

You know how sometimes people adore small, harmless animals like bunnies and kittens? That's how he perceives you at the moment. Healthy you is already weak and dependent on him, and having you sick is just a great temptation to him - you are so cute like that, delirious and vulnerable, he wants to have you like this 24/7.

Despite the frequent thoughts he won't sabotage your treatment - sickness can cause long term issues and shouldn't be toyed with, even if the sight of ill you awakes something feral inside of him.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't know much about humans - he talked with some in the past, sees the guests at the Wangshu inn, he even saved them a couple of times from the approaching monsters, but it's still not enough to form a general understanding of them.

Most of the human's inner workings are a great mystery to him - be it feelings and thoughts or the mechanisms of the body.

Xiao knows that sometimes humans get sick, he doesn’t know why though.

He won't believe you at first, when you say you're sick, thinking that it’s just a ploy to divert his attention and use this opportunity for an escape attempt.

Xiao, however, will start to regret his thoughts once your symptoms worsen enough. He will feel like the last scum in Teyvat, especially if you’re still being defiant to his love and the whole kidnapping affair.

See, Xiao doesn’t like to think about what he has done by pulling you out of your life and confining to one place, his history is enough to make him despise the mere idea of stripping one of their freedom. That's why his thoughts never dwell on your whole situation, there's just too many uncomfortable parallels between you and past nameless Xiao for him to exist without his conscience eating him alive.

Your sickness is another resemblance to his past, as the evil god that enslaved him always pushed Xiao to his limits, uncaring of how it will affect his mental and physical help.

Can he deem himself “right” for kidnapping you and isolating you from a dangerous, dangerous world if he lets you go sick under his watch?

Despite his clear dislike of populated areas, he will bolt to the human settlements the second he realizes you won’t beat the illness on your own. Xiao will terrify the local apothecary and medicine seller, demanding a cure for your condition.

Expect him to be glued to your hip for the next few weeks - even if you recover and get healthy again, Xiao will still be a nervous and anxious wreck inside - all his life he has been suffering and losing, he can’t find any strength to part with you too.

Zhongli

Zhongli is the most tolerable on the list here, unlike Xiao he isn’t a big worrier, nor he will actively adore the fact that you’re ill like Childe.

Just like Venti he can instantly cure you. With gnosis or not, Rex Lapis is still a six thousand years old deity, strong and powerful enough to rain meteorites from the skies.

However, unlike Venti, he won’t do it right away, especially if you caught something non-threatening like seasonal flu. He believes that tending to the sick is a special kind of intimacy, as looking after you in such a way requires a certain level of trust and commitment.

By helping you combat the disease and alleviating your pain, he kind of bonds with you as your caretaker, no matter how dehumanizing it may sound. Humans even with their complex and advanced technology and civilizations still remain animals inside.

One of the ways to earn the feral animal’s trust is to tend to it’s injuries and provide it with food, so Zhongli believes that caring for you will lessen your ire even if it decreases by the smallest drops. He’s ready to do anything to win your affections.

He will be a patient, calm presence to your discomfort, doing everything to lessen your pain.

Zhongli also knows a lot of natural remedies and traditional medicine, having lived among humans long enough. He will cook a special rice congee - it’s light and easy to digest, and have you drinking ginger tea, known for its anti-inflammatory properties.

#yandere genshin impact #Yandere Xiao #Yandere Childe #Yandere Zhongli #yandere genshin x reader #Yandere genshin impact x reader #Yandere genshin #Yandere Childe x reader #Yandere Xiao x reader #Yandere Zhongli x reader #Yandere Tartaglia x reader #Yandere Tartaglia #male yandere #Yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #my writing

[sammythedogee]

~ zhongli yandere fanfic x reader ~

helpp this is my first POV, or any writing like... literally ever. please bear with me, and if you have any feedback let me know! this was written under a zhongli yandere playlist by me :)

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Morax as you knew him was a calculated god, who loved his people. All of Liyue's history was built upon what Rex Lapis himself did, as he valiantly protected his citizens. Alas, one fateful day, Morax himself perished. That was what you knew of him. However, little did you know, the god himself took a particular interest in you.

You entered Wanmin restaurant to visit your friend Xiangling, who was going to cook you some delicious jade parcels.

"Ah, Y/N, you made it!" Your friend exclaimed happily.

"Hey, Xiangling! Is the food ready?"

As soon as you finish your sentence, a well-dressed person entered the restaurant. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect clothes, each lair of cloth was perfectly fitted and the finely woven silk shined as beautifully as the sun. Looking up, you noticed his glowing amber eyes. His flowing locks fell on his shoulder, cascading and radiating warm energy. When you realized you'd been staring, the man was already meeting your eyes, with a soft but puzzled expression. You suddenly looked away as he smiled, not minding what-so-ever.

"Yo! Y/N, you there?" Xiangling asked, humor in her voice.

"I.. yeah, yeah I am!" You tripped over your words, a bit shaken up by the interaction.

"I totally noticed you staring! Ooo, does Y/N have a cruuush?" Xiangling teased.

"No! I just met him, obviously not!" You thought, except there was a lingering thought you just couldn't shake.

was this the first time you met him? he seemed so familiar.. almost like you'd seen those eyes looking at you before

You realized you zoned out when Xiangling brought the man over to introduce you.

"Hello there, I go by Zhongli. It is nice to meet you." He spoke, his voice as smooth as a river.

"Oh! Hi, Zhongli! I'm sorry for staring earlier, I really didn't mean to.." You apologized.

"Please, do not worry, I did not mind." Zhongli said, smiling.

But something was off. Why did he seem so happy? Even though you had been staring at him, he seemed to love it. There was a look he had, that you just didn't understand. Maybe you were wrong, perhaps he didn't think so highly of you...?

"Would you like to sit with me?" Zhongli asked, a loving gaze cast down on you.

"Uh.. Oh! Sure!" You awkwardly laughed.

You sat down at the table he walked over to. It seems like Xiangling already left to go prepare the food.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You said, not entirely sure where to bring the conversation.

"That is a beautiful name, Y/N. As you know, my name is Zhongli. I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor." He said, the grammar he used was impeccable.

"Wow that must be a.. hard job! I work at a jewelry store near here." You informed him.

"Ah, yes, Mingxing Jewelry.." Zhongli's voice trailed off.

You were confused, your store was very small and widely unknown. How has he heard of it before? Not to mention, there were multiple jewelry stores in Liyue Harbor. He must have come in before and not noticed him, you thought. But he was so unforgettable, there's no way that would have happened. You decided to shake off the feeling and ask him.

"Zhongli, how exactly did you know where I worked? After all, it's a very small store." You questioned.

"I happened to see you inside from the window. That is how I recognized you, Y/N." The question didn't seem to phase him, although he had a strange expression again. It seemed like he found what you said.. funny? That makes no sense, though. He almost seemed to anticipate you asking this. You simply couldn't figure Zhongli out.

***

After some basic small talk, Xiangling brought out a platter of jade parcels.

"Here you two go!" Xiangling exclaimed, winking at you.

"Thank you, Xiangling. We appreciate your cooking." Zhongli said.

"No problem, enjoy!" She replied.

"Oh, Zhongli, what did you order?" You asked.

"Jade parcels, just like you. I find them quite delicious." Zhongli replied.

You looked at him, another strange coincidence.

"Oh, haha. That's funny." You chuckled.

"Quite the coincidence." He mentioned.

***

"Who do you think you're closest to?" Zhongli asked, wanting to get to know more about your friends, it seems.

"Childe, the harbinger, haha. I know it's strange, but he really is a nice guy." You replied.

He only hummed in response.

"What about you?"

"I am not close to many people, I prefer to be alone most of the time."

"Oh no, am I bothering you? I'm so sorry!"

"Please, do not worry. I quite like your company."

"Ah, okay.."

***

As you two were both nearing the end of your meal, Keqing rushed in desperately looking for you. She seemed to have a look of helplessness in her eyes.

"Y/N!" She cried.

"I'm over here, Keqing! What's wrong?" You said.

"Childe, he's hurt, badly!" Keqing frantically told you, she seemed to be running out of breath.

"What?? What happened to him?" You shot up immediately, worried about your friend.

"He was stabbed, multiple times all over his body. But they weren't normal weapons, they were some kind of sharp rock daggers" She huffed, still panting from the run over here.

"Zhongli, I'm sorry, but I seriously have to go! I hope you don't mind taking the bill-"

As you looked down, you noticed amusement in his smile. He seemed to have been laughing?

"Oh, Y/N... Please, you may go. But I can't wait until we meet again." Zhongli said, with the same voice you had heard before. But this time, he sounded insane. And only then did you notice the dried blood on his sleeve.

#zhongli #genshin zhongli #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #yandere

[sparrow-stunned]

Props to the genius anon who thought about yandere platonic Zhongli I can just imagine the horror that would be on his face if he found out that his child and Venti had gotten married in the church at mondstadt after a day at the tavern knowing how she is paimon probably talked about being the flower girl on accident when her and the traveler were at dinner with Zhongli and poor papa dragon probably broke the table from the shock cause like that's his baby what do you mean married (he's probably trying to ground them for life the minute he sees the ring on their finger) and dinners probably get really awkward too and the man probably trys and gets the adepti to jump venti and they probably would seeing as how that's their lords child like

Zhongli:😠

His child trying to relieve the tension: so anyways dad you remember the day I meant barbatos wasn't it great

Venti: ehe yeah it made seeing the old blockhead dragon worth while my beloved windblume (or honestly just breathing at this point tbh)

Zhongli: 😡🤬

The adepti waiting around the corner: 😠🔪

yandere platonic zhongli is not so much yandere to me as he is just an overprotective dad that doesn't understand what the heck kids are up to nowadays, and how dare that drunken no-good hooligan even get close to my precious child??

and oh yep, darling and venti are definitely the type to meet at a bar, get hitched in a las vegas style wedding, all within the span of what... 5 hours maximum?

as for paimon, she definitely cannot keep her mouth shut. can you imagine...zhongli, traveller, paimon sitting down to eat a nice meal that they've all prepared together, and paimon just immediately goes off.

zhongli: so, how was your day?

paimon: OK LISTEN, SO YOUR CHILD MARRIED VENTI IN A SHOTGUN WEDDING IN MONDSTADT WHERE BARBARA WAS THE OFFICIATOR, TRAVELLER WAS THE BEST MAN/MAID OF HONOUR/FRIEND OF HONOUR AND I WAS THE FLOWER GIRL, IT WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL. oh also, your cooking is very good.

traveller, shaking paimon in an attempt to get them to be quiet: 😰😰😰 paimon shut up, shut up , shut up

zhongli:... ... (give the poor man a second) .... (still loading)

*sound of stone table shattering to smithereens, food goes flying everywhere, noodles landing on everyone's hair as paimon looks on mournfully*

zhongli: MY CHILD DID WHAT??? (ok, deep breath, deep breath) MY CHILD DID WHAT?? (starts muttering about how they need to practice their aim, it's been so long, anemo archon's statue seems a very good target)

and then comes the awkward family dinner with venti + darling:

zhongli: 🙃so i hear that you got married, dear. why didn't i get an invite? 🙃🙃let me see the ring.🙃🙃🙃

venti: ... uh...

zhongli: shut up no one's talking to you 🙃🙃🙃(in a overtly formal way, of course, he has manners unlike venti)

darling: uh... it was a last minute decision. i don't have a ring—

venti: YET! ehe, they don't have a ring yet because i'm still looking. of course rex lapis' child deserves the best of the best (starts sweating because he has literally no mora)

adeptis around the corner, whispering as they grade venti on his performance: ooh, that's a mark off for sure. how can he not have a ring ready? also, that hair. absolutely hideous. another point deducted.

and then when venti gets below a certain point, the adepti all just signal to zhongli, everyone's like oh yeah, i'm ready 🥰🙃🔪

(also, i would find it really funny if zhongli is like, so... do you have car? do you have job? do you have money? like one of those stereotypical chinese mother-in-laws you see in dramas or something

venti: ehe i have an apple? 🥺🍎

zhongli: immediate tendo bonksho )

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #this was so funny to write #platonic zhongli x reader #my overbearing dragon father

[3rdgymbros]

— title; it’s nice to have a friend.

— pairing; zhongli x reader  

— summary; in which a lonely archon seeks out rex lapis to make a contract with him

— notes; this is my first time writing for genshin (i don’t play the game) so i hope it’s not too ooc !! special thanks to @degenerate-yandere and @hanniejji​ for their support !!

You've heard stories of Rex Lapis, of course. The parcel of land you rule over is tiny, but stories of his prowess in battle have reached even you and your people. Rex Lapis, the God of War, who understands battle and weaponry, strategy and bloodshed far more than you ever will, whose hands and weapons have drawn more than their fair share of blood.

And yet, your first impression of him is that his eyes are beautiful.

They're the first things that you're drawn to; those intense amber eyes, the deep gold reminding you of honey. Then, later, when you manage to tear your gaze away from his, you stare at the dark chocolate hair framing a breathtaking face. His eyes narrow slightly, but his features are otherwise schooled into impassivity as he takes you in, your body language stiff and prim, betraying the tension your body feels.

"The God of Flowers, I presume." His voice is cultured and smooth, with a rasp that makes your stomach flutter. A frown line mars the space between arrogantly slashed brows. "You wished to meet with me?"

You hide your hands in the folds of your robes, embroidered with thousands of handstitched pearls meant to resemble the flowers you so dearly love. You have to struggle to keep your scrambled, panicked thoughts from showing on your face, but still, real fear seeps into your voice when you say, "Yes."

You have to pause to take a breath, to steady yourself. "I'm – They call me the God of Flowers. And I want to make a contract with you. Please."

"Oh?" The intense magnetism he exudes grows in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power. His white cloak ripples and lifts in the breeze to show the hard muscles of his stomach. Very studiously, you keep your eyes trained on his face. "And what would you ask of me?"

Your cheeks warm. This is a conversation you've played over in your head before coming to seek out Rex Lapis, but that doesn't make it any less daunting. Especially since your reasons for seeking him out aren't particularly profound. In fact, it's almost something that a child might ask. You have no desire for money, or gold, or precious gems. You have enough of those in your temple, with its maze of lavishly furnished hallways. His liquid topaz eyes are penetrating – trying futilely, you assume, to lift the truth straight from your mind. But now you can't look at him. You keep your gaze trained on the gold silk tablecloth, and it takes all your self-control to keep your hands motionless in your lap, not to smooth it down, to tug at the corners so that it lies flat.

Finally, when the silence becomes unbearable, you sigh, and your exhale of air brings with it the heavy scent of roses, mingling with a strange briny scent: waves crashing on rocky shores, dolphins diving. "Pinky promise you won't laugh?"

Your cheeks feel hotter than ever as you press your lips together, now all too aware of how naïve and child-like you must seem to him. Rex Lapis watches you closely, and you think that he might almost be on the verge of smiling. Almost. The ghost of a smile on his lips heightens your awareness of him to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement makes him less of a god and more human. Flesh and blood. Real.

Your embarrassment eases briefly, but still, you hasten to explain, almost tripping over your words in the process. "Oh – It's what the children in my village do when they make promises, it just slipped out –"

"Ah. Another contract." Rex Lapis nods, sounding almost intrigued. When you dare to peek at him through your lashes, he's watching you with a peculiar expression that sets your stomach fluttering. "How is it done?"

"It's simple. You just link your pinky fingers together, and make a promise. And that's that."

"And that's that." Rex Lapis echoes. "Very well. Give me your hand."

Still uncomprehending, you do as he asks. You watch, entranced, as he twines his pinky with yours. Your pulse leaps when his grip tightens. His touch is electric, sending a shock up your arm that raises the hairs on your nape. "On this pinky promise, I give you my word. I will not laugh."

You soften, a small smile tugging at your lips, though your next words are anything but happy. "I'm lonely."

You can't remember who you were before the world made a ruin out of you. So many people you've loved have been wrenched from your grasp, your fingers still scouring claw marks into their skin as you'd clung to them with all your might. You have watched as the life has left their eyes. You have mourned them and you have envied them and you have missed them at every moment.

"I'm lonely." You say again, the words colored purple with your anguish. You open the palm of your hand, watching as an iris blossoms to life upon your palm. It seems to you ironic that while plants flourish to life around you, the same can't be said for the humans in your care, who are fragile and loveable, and rife with the stink of mortality. "I thought – It would be nice to have a friend. That's why I sought you out."

I'm weak. I'm scared of being alone.

Silence falls like a foot of fresh snow. Then something shifts in the air. As he stares at you, it's as if a shield slides away from his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucks the air from your lungs.

And then Rex Lapis nods. "I accept."

"Oh." You say, all your breath leaving you. You smile, big and bright as relief spreads through you. As if conjured by your smile, the temperature rises, warmth raining over the space, as if sunbeams are falling from the force of your smile alone, like warm honey slowly pouring. "Oh – Yes. Um, how does a contract with you work? Do I need to sign anything?"

Again, there's that almost ghost of a smile on his lips, but the intensity of his gaze is searing. It feels as if his entire focus is on you. "Another pinky promise would suffice."

"Oh –" Why is that the only word in your vocabulary at this very moment? "Alright."

"In exchange for my friendship, I ask that you loan me your power whenever I have need of it."

"I accept the terms of your contract." Your throat is tight when you speak again, but you manage to get the words out. "Stay with me. Until the end – whenever that may be."

"I give you my word."

And again, you link your pinky with his, and as you do, power burns in the air, binding the two of you to what you've agreed.

It seems to you a funny thing, that right at the end of your life, you should remember your first meeting with Rex Lapis like this.

With much effort, you finally manage to open your eyes. It's excruciating. Your eyelids feel as though they're made of lead. At first, you can only perceive one thing: light. And with this slight stirring of consciousness, your body erupts into joint-wrenching pain. Nothing exists outside of your body, outside of all this pain that you know will consume you.

"It isn't his fault." You say on a choked whisper, feeling tears well in your eyes. You aren't sure if it's a plea or a prayer – the latter of which is ironic. An Archon praying? You'll do it a thousand times over, as long as life still burns in your body, if it only means that Rex Lapis will escape punishment for breaking his end of the deal. "Don't –"

Stay with me, until the very end, you'd told him.

Rex Lapis isn't here, but still you cling to him, holding him close in your final moments; the intensity of his burning gold eyes, the ghost of a smile on his lips, how his presence had made you feel safe for the first time in a century, the way he'd looked at you, as if he'd understood you.

You smile. And it is a fragile, broken thing. "It was a good life. Thank you."

And it's with a last exhale that your body melts into the dirt beneath it, covering the land in summer roses, the afternoon bringing their fragrance to full bloom.

It's the first and the last time that Rex Lapis ever breaks a contract.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli headcanons #zhongli reader inserts #zhongli #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact reader insert #genshin reader insert #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin #♥ || sam writes.

[mrlidocaine]

Okay so like, I needed to stop a few times while writing this because I used the words Xiao and remembering so much that they started to not look like words. O_o

Anyways, enjoy!

Status: unedited

TW: mind break, yandere themes, ammesia? If I forgot any please let me know!

Yandere!Xiao x Adeptus?Reader

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One does not forget so easily. At least, they’re not supposed to.

Unfortunately for you, forgetfulness is common; but thankfully you have Xiao to remember for you. He’s nice in that way, remembering all these small details about you and reminding you what your favorite foods and flowers are. You’ve forgotten over the years, but you also haven’t cared to remember, and you haven’t tried to learn them again because you have Xiao. He remembers because you can’t, because he said you don’t need to. You can’t remember why he said that though...

But that’s alright.

He says he can do the remembering, you two have been together for decades now, decades too long to count. You haven’t bothered counting, if you can even remember how to count. No wait- one, two, three...

Yes, you remember that. It’s too simple to forget. Xiao says you used to count everyday when you were with him, slowly marking them down on your wall, but that was decades ago. One, two, three decades ago maybe..? You wouldn’t know, because you can’t remember.

Xiao says he can do all the remembering, it doesn’t bother him. It never bothers him, not that you can tell. Nothing seems to bother him unless he leaves the realm, the small, floating islands inside your homey teapot. You can’t remember why you two live in a teapot, but you suppose that’s okay. Maybe Xiao will remind you why, like he does with most things.

You often think about remembering, think about what it would be like to try and remember, but some nagging thought tells you that you shouldn’t remember, shouldn’t try to remember. "Maybe it’s for the better", it whispers "that Xiao does all the remembering." Perhaps it’s right, but the voice sounds just like Xiao’s voice so you can’t be sure, but maybe... No, no: leave the remembering to Xiao. Leave it to Xiao. To Xiao.

Xiao.

Xiao.

Xiao.

You remember his name, a mantra. You say his name, and he will come to help you. You remember that, he said it once; one, two, three decades ago, maybe.

Maybe.

You’re not good at remembering, but Xiao says it’s okay. He says you used to remember too much but you’re better now, better now that you can’t remember.

You’re not sure wether it’s good or bad to not remember.

Clack

The door opens. You turn, expecting to see Xiao, but you don’t remember him coming home around this time. No, for once you see someone you don’t know, someone you don’t remember. You blink, eyes wide, shock seeping into you. You don’t remember how to talk to people who aren’t Xiao, don’t remember the last time you saw someone who wasn’t Xiao, don’t remember can’t remember you just can’t remember-

"Y/n"

A deep, soothing voice calms your shaking body down, a voice you remember; you know this voice, this voice that belongs to someone who isn’t Xiao, someone you actually now remember who isn’t Xiao. His amber eyes, amber eyes that aren’t Xiao’s, slide over your form and they look so full of so much feeling and so much life you stand up and reach out for him. He remembers you, and now, you think you can remember him.

Yes, you remember him, for he is your God, your Archon, your savior.

He can help you remember.

"Rex Lapis."

He will help you remember.

He is so unlike Xiao, and as he takes your hand, you remember everything.

-Mr.

#yandere genshin #yandere #yandere xiao #yandere xiao x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #xiao x reader

[yan-genshin]

a/n: i admittedly have just finished the ‘goodbye archaic lord’ quest so i can’t say i’m very knowledgeable on zhongli/morax’s backstory- if any of this is ooc or seems a bit odd that’s um... my fault for being a slow and not very good Gamer(tm)

warning: general yandere contents

❥ zhongli

the well-put together and cordial man known as zhongli today, despite all he does to act as a mortal, is still in the end the man who was the archon of war. even though his days of being a violent warmonger and bloodthirsty archon are well past him, there’s certain things that never die; the instinct to claim, to conquer, still sometimes seems to burn deep down

but self control and patience are things that zhongli seems to have in abundance. ‘love’ is an emotion that he thinks isn’t entirely strange to him- but there’s just things that such an ancient archon can’t understand. the way archons love and humans love are just different, incompatible almost, and zhongli doesn’t seem as if he’s willing to change the way in which he loves

it seems easy to brush off his actions at first. he’s a gentleman- surely his habits of always escorting them when they’re out, his possessiveness, his insistence on them not getting too close to others; surely it’s just his old fashioned way of showing affection, him bringing forth long dead traditions. it’s so very much in character, so easy to not pay too much mind to

“you were talking to one of the sailors quite a bit today.” zhongli is, as always, calm and composed as he sips on his cup of tea. the bitter and rich aroma of the herbs wafts through the air, mixing in with the salty breeze of the ocean closeby and the lingering smells of the various restaurants and food stalls on the street. he doesn’t seem annoyed or angry, but his words still seem to almost imply some sort of displeasement. it’s hard to not apologize despite having done nothing wrong- they’re in their right to speak to whoever they please, there’s nothing wrong in that- but zhongli takes the apology with a smile. the feeling of something being wrong nestles deep in their chest, of how odd it is zhongli is even worked up about this, but it’s quickly brushed off as the gentleman offers them a cup of tea.

it’s almost draconic, how he hoards his darling. fitting perhaps for morax, for rex lapis, but coming from zhongli? it’s almost shocking how possessive he is. he has a clear disdain of others interacting with them, almost as if he believes all to have an ulterior motive. his long life has taught him that most humans- while weak and fascinating creatures- are also capable of unspeakable evil, capable of taking advantage of anyone they can, and he can’t help but see his darling as a weak little creature in a den of lions if he isn’t there to guard them

being the god of contracts, zhongli takes agreements seriously. what might have seemed like a cheesy promise to “stay by his side forever and never leave” isn’t just an empty sentence to him. he’ll gladly take it as a promise, hold it against them, use it to justify his actions

ideally, zhongli would like his partner to stay in his home, to act out all those old fashioned courtship and romantic costumes only he seems to remember. it’s almost as if he thinks that bringing flowers and gifts somehow makes up for the fact he’s quite literally isolating them, prohibiting them from leaving

in zhongli’s mind, his darling not wanting to do as he says is just... a temporary setback. surely they’ll come around, they’ll love him as he does: after all, humans get attached to those who are close and those who are doting, don’t they? he’s providing for them, he’s caring for the, he loves them, he’s just doing the best for them... they’ll come around. they promised to stay by his side, by the terms of the contract, they must.

even though he isn’t awake, he’s still holding them down. the house is quiet, only the vague noises of liyue’s nightlife filtering in through the closed windows. the architecture here is beautiful, but they’ve almost grown to resent the beautiful windows with wooden arches and details that make it impossible to jump through even when open. well, it’s not as if they could even get close to doing so: a slight shuffle makes zhongli grunt in his sleep, arms tightening around them in an almost uncomfortable manner. it makes them feel claustrophobic, an emotion they’ve become well acquainted with: how long has it been since they’ve truly been outside? not guided around by zhongli, not under his gaze, just free. they’ve even considered praying to barbatos for freedom, but even they know it’s useless. something makes them feel like even the archon of another region wouldn’t be of any use, not against zhongli’s overwhelming affections

there’s very little comforts to hold onto. sure, zhongli lives in a nice house, there’s never food missing, he seems to be keen to decorate them with clothes and accessories, especially fond of dressing them up in traditional liyue garb that’s hard to walk around in and not very much comfortable. but there’s no real calm- whenever he leaves the funeral home, smelling of incense and flowers, he treats them as if though he wasn’t holding them hostage, treats them tenderly enough to be unnerving

perhaps the only shred of light for his darling is the fact zhongli seems to be convinced they’ll come around, and he waits. sure, he’s much more touchy than he should be- soft caresses, chaste kisses, holding them as they sleep- but he doesn’t force much of his love on them, instead patiently waiting as the isolation and cabin fever slowly break down his darling’s resistance. said in nice words, one could say zhongli is waiting for his beloved to want his love- in accurate words, he’s waiting until they’re so broken they have no other human contact other than zhongli’s affection.

people in liyue speak of him and them. about how fitting it is for a gentleman like zhongli to have found such a docile and traditional spouse, always waiting for him at home, never leaving his side. indeed, from outsiders’ perspective, everyone seems to think that perhaps the eccentric man just found a partner that’s as willing to stick to old rules; when they see zhongli take his darling out on dates they think the fact that they keep their eyes on the ground and their hand always on zhongli’s is nothing but old fashioned respect rather than them having been broken down to a husk of who they once were

of course they’d all think they’re married. the way zhongli seems to always be by their side, the way they’re always holed up in the house, only being seen by the funeral parlor worker’s side; surely only someone in a committed relationship would do that! it irks zhongli at times- clearly, the proper matrimony rites haven’t been taken yet- but it makes his life easier, so he doesn’t correct the townspeople when they ask him how his spouse is doing. when time comes, he’ll surely host a small private wedding, a ceremony where he’ll invite the remaining adepti, a ceremony that feels at home with archaic customs and rituals; for now, it’s enough to gaze into his darling’s empty, empty eyes as he holds them close

“you’ve been quite good recently, haven’t you? perhaps we should go out to eat tonight.” he’s quite pleased with how his darling has progressed. it turns out that all he needed for them to hold up their end of the contract was a bit of time- time spent completely alone with no other contact than him, time spent locked inside the house, time spent with zhongli harshly reprimanding them for trying to escape, with only him for months and months until their basic human instincts for affection and the stress of it all just made them break. as they are now, they surely couldn’t survive by themselves; almost like a pet, they just sit by his side, allow him to pet their hair and kiss them, spending their time when he’s away just idly reading or organizing the house, not even trying to test if he forgot to lock the door. it pleases him deeply: they’re entirely his, and he’s entirely theirs. he toys with the hem of the sleeve on their traditional garb he helped them into this morning, he loves to see them dressed in clothes that remind him of times when liyue dearly worshipped the adepti and lived by traditions he now finds himself missing. as they just nod and lean into his touch, he hums happily- he’s sure that liyue pavillion will be happy to accommodate him and his darling, as they always are “glad to welcome master zhongli and his spouse” with little to no questions about much

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli #yandere genshin impact #yandere tw

[cinnamonest]

Suffering major yandere xiao brainrot and this idea has been on my mind for a minute and I wanna share it with you

With all the talk of preggo darlings it got some gears turning

TW/ unhealthy/forced/abusive relationships, implied noncon, pregnancy

Imagine Xiao's darling (who's also half adeptus) has been with him for centuries...but actually, it's a consensual "relationship". At first at least. Like they knew each other since he came into Rex Lapis' care (let's say darling was also with Rex for whatever reason) and grew to be quite close. She was there for him throughout his struggles, from helping him adjust to his life free from the evil god, to him becoming a yaksha, to him dealing with losing the other yaksha, and to his growing Karma, etc. So evidently, he develops a rather strong...attachment towards her.

It then becomes a very codependent relationship--moreso on Xiao's side because he sees her as a means to keep what's left of his sanity. Her presence eases his suffering in a way, so he needs her, by his side, with him at all times with nobody else. He becomes extremely possessive over her-- "who is that person? why are you speaking to them? i don't trust them, you should stay away from them" "do you really need to leave liyue? it's not safe out there with all the demons wandering about, you do not have the strength to defend yourself. it is best that you stay here with me." and so on. Darling is just super naive and doesn't even fight him at first, just listens to him regardless. Eventually he manages to pretty much keep her captive with him at some isolated house in the woods (or even a teapot) and if she tries to leave or even go outside, he's always making up excuses and telling her why she shouldn't, and if she continues to resist him, that's when he gets angry and resorts to using force. It's not like she can fight against him, a yaksha, when she's just a mere weakling halfbreed.

Then one day, his karma begins to start acting up again (and whenever it does, let's just say things get pretty bad for his darling) and as he goes to her to seek comfort, he finds her trying to escape again.

Then he snaps. Ends up fucking his darling up pretty bad (in both ways)

Then she ends up becoming pregnant

And by some miracle, she SOMEHOW manages to escape, and go into hiding. For a good long while, for a least a decade or two. Xiao is literally losing his mind, dealing with karma, slaying demons, and trying to hunt her down; meanwhile Darling finds a comfy little cabin not too far from Liyue, and raises her child on her own.

Years (or decade) later, she and the child go out into the forest for a nice little picnic lunch. The kid manages to wander off deeper into the woods and, uh oh, stumbles into a camp of awaiting hilchurls (however you spell them idk) . BUT THEN--Xiao comes and saves the day, effortlessly destroying the monster and saves the kid (who he didn't yet realize was his)

He turns to the kid (and is sus on how much they resembles him) and is like "hey kid, it's not safe for you out here"

and the kids all "it's okay, my mom is with me!"

Xiao's like, 'what kinda irresponsible parent brings their child to a dangerous area like this one, bring me to them' and the kids like 'kay!' and brings xiao to meet their mother

Meanwhile Darling is panicking over her lost kid, then she hears voices approaching. Her kid comes rushing towards her and as she turns to thank the stranger for helping them BAM! She's standing face to face with Xiao

(I'm sorry this got so long and is incoherent af, I just wanted to get this idea off me chest)

NICE NICE I love this!! Just. Xiao’s face going from shock to disbelief to fury. Poor darling’s face going from shock to terror. And the kid is just “:)???” the whole time.

Tbh it’s hard to say what his exact reaction would be, but my boy is not known for subtlety or self-restraint. He’s not gonna try to put on a good act just bc there’s a kid or anything, the kid’s presence doesn’t really make a difference. Nor is he the type to give up after so long, if anything darling’s absence has just made him more unstable, more needy. 

Honestly the most likely course of action is just snatching her up right then and there -- one good knock to the head and she’s out. The poor kid is confused and thinks he’s hurting her, but he tells the kid it’s ok -- she needed to go to sleep, it’s an adult thing the kid wouldn’t understand. Tells the kid to follow. He has a home to take you both to. You’ll all live there happy together.

#lena's asks #q