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yandere genshin academy au

premise: you work behind the scenes to help wealthy, haughty rich kids get good grades to get into top tier schools. however, that leads you to making some very shady deals with classmates with very powerful families—who all of which want to keep you to themselves. but you got a business to run. you may not have any money, but you got your wits, don't you? (yandere genshin men x reader) (academy au)

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now, here's the deal: this wasn't your idea. you didn't wake up in the morning and decide that you wanted to spend the rest of your academy years hustling with people in several higher tax brackets than you. but when the opportunity falls right into your lap, who are you to say no?

money is money. although you got scholarships from the teyvat academy, you got bills to pay, siblings to feed. it's not your fault that you're too good at your job. and if your clients somehow develop some kind of obsessive attachment to you? that's fine. that just means they're all the more eager to seek you out again. they won't even blink if you double your prices; mommy and daddy can pay for that.

kaeya was your first client. the one who got you into this whole mess in the first place. at that point, you had been coasting in first place among the first-years. you were perfectly minding your business. sure, you ate alone at lunch, but you didn't have time for friends. you needed to maintain your scholarship, and somehow find a part-time job without the school finding out.

it isn't until one day when kaeya peers over your shoulder that really gets the ball rolling. the two of you aren't friends, but he talks to everyone. even you.

"hey, how do you get good grades?"

you glance over your test scores and shrug. there's so much you want to say. i do because i have to. but you don't, because it's more than he needs to know. "i don't know."

"hmm. say, how about you help me? i'll even pay you."

you don't even need to think twice before saying yes. in return for enough money to put a roof over your head, you offer personalized academic support. all of this is under the table, no one has to know.

during school, you two barely know each other. but after, you're at his mansion revising all of his work and pointing out his mistakes.

kaeya's cordial. most of the time.

"if i get the question right, do i get a kiss?"

"oh, hush. i bet your girlfriend wouldn't be happy to hear that," you reply with a snarky grin. "or should i say, girlfriends."

over time, the two of you have grown to be good friends. when you aren't reviewing, you're talking about your lives. during class, you won't hesitate to sneak in a sarcastic text to him whenever the teacher says something noteworthy. he almost got caught by laughing too hard.

"oh, come on, that was one time," kaeya muses. "nowadays, all everyone wants from me is either my family's connections, my looks, or both. i just wanted to play around a little."

"yeah right," you retort, munching on some sliced fruit the maids provided. "have you ever dated someone longer than three months?"

he stretches his arms out, his fingers reaching so far across the table they almost brush against your chest. you move away slyly.

"no," he says with a sigh. "but i'd like to."

he moves his invasive arms to cradle his chin. the way he's looking at you is a bit different than usual.

"hey, i have a question."

you don't look up from the textbook. "shoot."

"would you consider being my girlfriend?"

it's not like you're surprised. you shouldn't be. kaeya's been alluding to this for a couple weeks now. at school, he's been much more insistent on talking to you. you don't exactly miss how he brushes against you in the hallway "accidentally."

he buys you all sorts of gifts on the excuse that it's just some sort of special bonus. a couple of times, he's even tried to give you jewelry. you could easily sell it for a couple thousand. he's slick about it, but after you found out that he's been engraving his name in small print on the back, you turn it down without another thought.

you're fine with the small quips here and there, the looks, the innuendo he gives. but you get the feeling that if you kept accepting those kinds of gifts, he might start feeling confident.

kaeya's from some big shot military family. his mom, dad, aunts, and uncles are probably so deeply ingrained into the government that one word could send you to jail. but you know kaeya. you can see how antsy he's becoming. somewhere along down the line, you got the upperhand. it may be dangerous, but with risk, there's reward. and you can't afford to lose it.

you grin like he's told a good joke. "only if you beat me."

you close your book nonchalantly. kaeya may be a player, but two can play this game.

once you picked up kaeya as a client, it gets a little bit easier to expand your...business. soon enough you began to look around to see who else you can rope in. childe seemed to fit the kind of student you were looking for perfectly. he's rich, loose with his money, and known for neglecting his studies.

as far as you know, childe's family runs this large toy company. as the oldest in the family, he's expected to inherit the company. but with his parents eyeing his grades, you doubt it'll be an easy journey if he doesn't start doing something about it.

when the two of you are finished studying, childe won't hesitate to drag you along to some kind of life-changing adventure. you end up going to luxury shopping malls and family-brand stores often. he'll often pick different outfits here and there and shove them into your arms regardless of what you have to say about it.

"don't worry. i got too much money to spend. besides, i'd love to see what these things look on you," he says with a wink. you don't think too much hard about it.

through these escapades, the two of you bond over a lot of things. you two talk about how it feels to be the eldest in the family. and though you two are in severely different social classes, you two can relate to being some sort of backbone for your siblings.

you also learn about childe's inability to use chopsticks. he offered to pay double if you could somehow teach him, but some things in life are just impossible no matter what you do.

with childe, it seems a bit easier. you have someone to vent your frustrations with without having to be afraid of judgment. it's as if you two could become actual friends.

except, childe is really touchy. there's not a study session that goes by without his head on your shoulder or his free hand intertwined with yours.

"it helps me think better," he murmurs into the crook of your neck.

you don't really believe him, but you shrug it off. childe pays more nowadays. he's added more hundreds to your paycheck, not that you're complaining.

"sometimes, i just want to shrink you down and put you in my pocket," childe whispers. after a particularly stressful practice test, he's holding onto you particularly hard. "that way you can be my little secret. you can even whisper me answers during a test."

you tap your pen on his nose. "in your dreams. we both know that even if i whispered the answers, you'd still pick the wrong one."

"hey! aren't you supposed to be helping me?"

"i'm helping you learn, not cheat. there's a big difference."

he huffs. "yeah, yeah, whatever." he's clearly pouting.

it takes a bit of practice, but now you've gotten comfortable towing the line like this. you've managed to be open enough to make your clients relaxed, but withdrawn enough to dodge any unwanted advancements like you don't know any better.

childe may seem a bit demanding, but he's not very good at communicating what he really wants. you'll take full advantage of that any day if it means lining up your pockets.

sure, childe's been hinting at you for a while now that he's interested in being more than study buddies (or friends, for that matter), but you're good at pretending at not knowing anything.

so on one fateful day, when you start hearing weird things coming from his basement, you keep your mouth shut.

sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

scaramouche is a bit of a loner. a wanderer, if you will.

with his prickly personality, he tends to keep to himself most of the time. you don't know much about him, other than that he was once separated from his family as a young child and only reunited with them recently. he may come from a rich background now, but he grew up in an orphanage. he hardly seemed to be the type to pay as much as childe or kaeya.

so it surprises you when he suddenly plops a textbook onto your desk. it falls with a loud bang! that startles you and everyone within the vicinity.

he doesn't even look at you when he says, "hey... i heard you were good at this. can you help me?"

peering up at you is a history textbook.

you beam at him. "you've come to the right place."

scaramouche doesn't say much during your sessions unless he's asking you something, which doesn't happen too often. in fact, most of the time he usually struggles in silence. whenever you try to offer him some help, he'll make some kind of snarky remark of not needing any help from a "commoner," even though he's the one who asked for help in the first place. sometimes you don't even know why you're here. but he pays, so.

it's also kind of entertaining. you'll look up from your notes to watch him slightly puff out his cheeks in frustration. it's actually kinda cute.

your sessions together are relatively normal, which is a nice reprieve from childe and kaeya. at least, you think so.

but scaramouche shows up everywhere. he's there when you leave the restroom, when you're at the school library. you haven't actually seen him outside of school, though. not unless it's one of your "tutoring" sessions.

but he's... getting kind of creepy.

you act like you're joking when you tell him he's your stalker. you're not joking though.

he pretends like you're delusional.

"what, have you been counting how many times we've seen each other? if anything, it feels like you're the stalker here."

he says that, but you can't help but feel like there are a pair of eyes glued onto the back of your neck when you walk home.

if scaramouche was a surprise, alhaitham is a fucking jumpscare.

he catches you off guard. you don't have any appointments after school that day, so you take your time leaving school and even plan on doing some grocery shopping.

well, it's all gone to shit the moment you catch alhaitham blocking your exit.

this entire situation is strange.

first of all, he's a year above you. the content his class is covering might even be more advanced than yours, especially with the multiple cram schools he surely goes to.

second of all, he's in first place among the second years, not to mention the entire school. in face, you should be the one asking him for tutoring.

so why is he here?

"me? tutor you?" you ask incredulously.

alhaltham doesn't react, though. "i heard you managed to pull childe from a straight D student to averaging B+'s on his exams in three weeks."

"and? i just gave him some tips here and there. really, he just need a little push."

alhaitham's the second year representative and on the school council. you're sure what your doing doesn't necessarily go against the no job policy at school, but you don't want to push it. one word from him and you might just lose your biggest stream of income.

he doesn't look like he believes you. he doesn't.

instead, he pulls a neighboring desk closer and pulls out a bunch of assignments like he's been stockpiling them and gets to work.

you've handled kaeya's flirty quips and almost too personal gifts. you've handled childe's touchiness and the ominous double life he seems to have. you've handled scaramouche's constant appearances in your life, like he's trailing after you.

what really hits the nail in the coffin is how alhaitham behaves around you, especially when other people are around.

you catch him staring at you in the hallways from the corner of his eye. unlike your other clients, alhaitham is staring down at you like a predator.

and he doesn't even have to hide it.

he's too trustworthy. no way the studious, diligient alhaitham would ever be obsessed with an underclassman, right?

but he keeps showing up in your classroom. he comes in under the guise as a member of the student council. it's for promoting a new event, a new policy, reminders for the next exam, just to talk to other students.

but really, he's here for you.

and it feels so... invasive. he can come in and out of your school life so casually, and no one would ever suspect a thing.

you consider calling it quits. maybe you shouldn't have enrolled into this academy in the first place. you could pass entrance exams to other schools, ones that will let you have a job outside of school. sure, they won't be as prestigious, nor necessarily guarantee you a life of comfort after graduation. but it sure as hell beats this, right?

no, it won't, you realize.

they have the money and power to follow you. it doesn't matter where you go. kaeya has the connections to sweep anything under the rug, childe knows about your siblings, and you're pretty sure scaramouche knows where you live.

fine. fine then.

you didn't ace the entrance exam in the most prestigious schools in teyvat for nothing. despite having no resources, no money, you've surpassed all your peers. you've infiltrated the lives of the elite, wedging your way into their psyche. you know how the system works. you know how to get into their heads and play the game. smile a little, flirt a little, play hot and cold, drawing a thin but firm line without provoking the beast.

if that's how it's going to be, fine.

you'll pull the leash on these spoiled kids and graduate in one piece, no matter cost.

it's all coming out of their fucking pockets anyway.