Heart’s Chains : Yandere! Genshin Jealousy Headcanons 2
Includes: Ayato, Childe, Wanderer, Kaeya
Ayato – The Serpent Behind the Smile
“Do not mistake my gentleness for leniency. My love is a silken noose—tender, yet unyielding.”
Ayato’s jealousy manifests as calculated cruelty hidden behind his ever-polite demeanor. The Kamisato Estate becomes a velvet-lined cage, its sprawling halls lined with eyes that report your every move. His voice is honey-sweet, but beneath the charm lies a serpent coiled tight, ready to strike anyone who dares to covet you.
“You must understand, my dear—this is for your safety. The world is filled with people who would exploit your naivety. Only I can shield you from their greed.”
When he discovers another’s affection for you, Ayato doesn’t lash out in anger. Instead, he dismantles their life piece by piece, erasing them as effortlessly as wiping ink from paper. You’re never privy to the details, but the faint scent of blood clinging to his clothes tells you enough.
His touch is deceptive—delicate fingers brushing against your skin, tracing your collarbone with the precision of a blade. He whispers promises of devotion, his lips grazing your ear, but there’s a menace in his gaze that leaves you breathless with both fear and longing.
“Tell me, little one—do they touch you like this? Do they make you tremble? No, they can’t. Only I know you, every inch of you, as intimately as I know the flow of water through my veins.”
Your protests are met with soft laughter, his grip tightening just enough to remind you of his power. You belong to him, and he will carve that truth into your very soul if he must.
Childe (Tartaglia) – The Predator’s Obsession
“Love is a battle, and I have never lost a fight. Do not make the mistake of underestimating me.”
Childe’s jealousy is primal, a predator’s instinct to hunt and eliminate any perceived threat to his claim. His charm is a mask, his smile sharp with the promise of violence. To love Childe is to walk a razor’s edge, the thrill of his touch mingling with the ever-present fear of his wrath.
“Do you think they can protect you from me? You’ve seen what I’m capable of. Do you really believe anyone could survive my fury?”
The bodies pile up in his wake, each one a testament to his devotion. He doesn’t hide it—he wants you to see, to understand the lengths he’ll go to for you. Blood stains his hands, his clothes, even the air around him, and yet his kisses are fervent, almost desperate, as though he fears you might slip through his fingers.
“You’re mine, and that’s all there is to it. Don’t cry, my love—it only makes me want to ruin you more.”
When he takes you, it’s with a brutal intensity that leaves you gasping, his strength a reminder of just how easily he could break you. But he doesn’t. Instead, he holds you close, whispering promises of eternity even as his nails dig into your skin, leaving bruises in the shape of his claim.
Scaramouche/Wanderer – The Tempest’s Grasp
“I was forged in hatred and despair, yet for you, I would destroy even myself. Do not test the limits of my love.”
Scaramouche’s jealousy is a storm—violent, unpredictable, and all-consuming. His emotions are volatile, his love for you twisted by years of bitterness and betrayal. He doesn’t know how to express tenderness, so he shows his affection through possession, ensuring no one else can ever lay claim to you.
“They looked at you like you were theirs. How pathetic. Do they not understand that you were made for me?”
The punishments he metes out are merciless, his rage leaving behind a trail of destruction. You never see the aftermath, only the satisfaction in his smirk and the lingering smell of ozone, as though the air itself mourns his victims.
His touch is electric, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you trembling. He revels in your tears, his grip on you unrelenting as he pulls you closer, his voice a low growl.
“Don’t even think of leaving me. If I have to shatter every bone in your body to keep you by my side, I will. You’ll still be beautiful, even broken.”
Despite the darkness in his love, there’s a vulnerability beneath the surface—a desperation to be wanted, to be needed. And when he holds you in the quiet moments, his lips pressed to your forehead, you almost believe he’s capable of tenderness.
Kaeya – The Icebound Heart
“Love is such a fragile thing, don’t you think? It would be a shame if someone… shattered it.”
Kaeya’s jealousy is a bitter chill, seeping into every corner of your life. He hides his obsession behind flirtatious smiles and charming words, but his eyes glint with something far darker. His love is a trap, as beautiful and deadly as frost on a blade.
“They thought they could take you from me? How amusing. I almost pity them. Almost.”
He’s a master manipulator, using his wit and cunning to isolate you from everyone else. The people who dare to approach you find themselves ensnared in his web, their lives unraveling in ways that seem almost accidental. But you know better.
His hands are cold against your skin, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He revels in your fear, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers sweet nothings laced with menace.
“You’re so lovely when you’re trembling. It makes me want to… devour you. Shall I?”
And when he finally claims you, it’s with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His kisses are possessive, his hands roaming your body with a desperation that borders on madness. You are his, and he will freeze the entire world if it means keeping you by his side.
𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 