Yandere Genshin Impact x Reader

Xiao - Contract of the Soul

Part II is on Tumblr : postmoe

I don't think people really put drugs in your neck but I find it hot. Also this was getting long and I hadn't even gotten to sex yet :( part two eventually. uwu

Niang Zi - ancient saying of "Wife".

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A life on monochromatic colour, mixed with splotches of someone else's vision. Some people were excited to meet their soulmates, talking happily about the snippets of what they saw, the bursts of colour that would come to mind.

"He was planting trees! I saw it for a moment, I swear, it was the colour green!"

"She was getting a manicure, I think I finally know what blue looks like..."

When people are born they are born without colour; at least in their vision. Everything you see is black and white until you make eye contact with your soulmate. Throughout your life you get glimpses of what each other see, and only then can you experience tiny blotches of colour, until you inevitably meet. That's why you were scared.

Red, green, and black. Gods... You didn't know there was a black darker than what you were used to now. He was a killer, you could gather that much. Most of the time you had seen him when he was 'doing the deed', a long polearm rammed through the body of a victim or a swift decapitation with the end. Some claim you get to experience each other's view when something significant happens, it's just, what could possibly be worth the deaths this person created?

He was eccentric, too. You've seen him once in the reflection of a mirror - an odd, white singlet that became black around the collar. It covered his chest completely and shaped his torso perfectly, showing off how strong he was. Black pants with gold etchings came down his legs, he had a tattoo on his right arm and long gloves that tipped into claws on his fingers. The colours and vision was distorted, but you still saw everything you needed to. And the mask... Some kind of Asian design of a demon, it haunted your dreams. He wasn't human, he couldn't be.

Just your luck your soulmate was some psycho, serial killer. You had decided to finally confide in one of your closer friends, Teresa, a barista at the cafe you were currently sitting in. Her shift had just ended and she used her discount to get you one of the good drinks, allowing her ear to your worries.

She watched with worried, supposed brown eyes, mindlessly stirring her cup with the paddlepop, "I can tell you're not getting any sleep over this. Do you think we should contact the police?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "Even if we did I literally know nothing else about him. I guess telling them his appearance might help... If they haven't got it already." A heavy sigh had you hunching over, placing your heated forehead on the cool table, "I'm also really scared that it will draw attention somehow. What if there's a cop who can't keep his mouth shut? Or if the media finds out?"

"Trust issues; I feel that!" She took a long sip of her hot chocolate, eyes roaming around the shop in idle interest.

"Did you see anything scary before you met Drake?"

Teresa had to think about it, "The first thing that comes to mind is when I caught flash of a car crash. Apparently it wasn't his fault but visions don't lie."

You both laughed at that, feeling a little more at ease. Drake was a good boy, a helper to society, he ran soup kitchens for the homeless - for all you know, your soulmate kills the homeless.

"At least if he really is dangerous, he probably won't kill you." You raised an eyebrow at her optimism and prompted her to keep going, which she did, "Well, considering we get extremely weak when our soulmate dies... He probably wants to keep his strength for as long as he can if he's doing all this bad stuff."