What kind of yanderes I think some genshin women are
(fair warning these are kinda experimental and more of a soft yandere type, so it might be mischaracterized the slightest. Enjoy reading though!)
Lauma- the overbearing type
Oh lady moonchanter, how gracious and beautiful she is, expending even her own life force to heal the people around her. Living such a dreary life, where all the people around her worshipped the sky that was made of pure falsehoods, and a goddess that never wanted to be one in the first place. She has gone through many hardships, and yet, it is a bit inspiring seeing her keep going despite it all.
Which is why she'd never wish anyone her life.
Oh little old you, the object of the moonchanter's affections, the one where she has her one eye affixed on everytime you pass her by. She's all the more nice to you, if a bit... Suffocating at times. As if she doesn't stop to think about your own autonomy.
"It's fine Lauma, I don't mind working a bit more-"
"You've been working for a while now, it would do me well if you took some much needed rest," she says, dragging you by your shoulders to bring you to a tea table, while both you and her knew that you'd only been working for a maximum of thirty minutes.
She smothers like no other, personally feeding you lakaberries herself when you refuse to take any. Hm? What do you mean she worries so much? It should be justified no? Nod krai is such a frigid land, and you never know when which meal is your last.
Of course, her tolerance for people you don't respect your rest either is limited. They will face the dead silent disappointing glare of the lady moonchanter, and would back off at seeing her just so... Protective. It's a weird thing, your relationship. She never does anything to harm you, or do anything explicitly outside of your consent, yet you still find yourself a tad bit uncomfortable.
But you love her, you'd get over it for her, right?
Rhinedottir- the perceptive type
Rhinedottir is a woman who prides herself on her own research. All of her creations were made through meticulous experimentation and her rigid understanding of what others considered the unknown.
You, on the other hand, were a mystery that she wanted to unravel more than anything.
Once a sinner and witch and now having added a shade to her endless arsenal of accomplishments, her humanity has already been long gone, so has her ability to perceive it properly. Why would she need to bother? A researcher worth their time wouldn't spend hours of their day rotting away at things that bored them, and she was no different. Psychology was never much of interest to her, only in the purity of the bodies she created.
You, however, were someone who eluded her whole sense of, well, everything.
She finds her gaze locked down into the flimsy world of Teyvat down below, studying your everything. Your reaction to the benign and malignant, a twitch of the eyebrow or in the corner of your lip. How you live with either a craving for endless knowledge or a wish to live in blissful ignorance for perpetuity.
She finds all of it entertaining, and, if she were so bold, endearing, even.
Ronova always looks at her with mild disappointment when she spends her day doing nothing more than her experiments and observing you. Naberious complains at her doing something so trivial, and Istaroth couldn't care less. But she was never one to listen to those who bored her, you would be a much better thing to study and grasp. The other shades yelled at her in absolute disbelief when she decided to raise you to the heavens themselves, but she paid them no mind once more.
After all, what better feeling is there than you groveling at her feet to comprehend her benevolence?
To the learned and to the cautious, Nefer of the curitorium is a bad omen to begin with. A woman with do much power on her fingertips, head of the Northern intelligence guild, and controlling Teyvat from the underground. She gets their wariness, and though she does get her hands dirty at times, even enjoying it, she knows her limits enough not to meddle too much into trivial matters.
That all changed with you, however.
Poor old you, moving to Nod krai for a cheaper living space, only to live a life covered in bugs and rats and scrap metal that could cause tetanus at the slightest cut. The way you reacted, all dramatic and afraid, told her all she needed to know about the kind of person you were.
She had no reason to intervene, just a normal person regretting their stay in Nod krai almost immediately.
She can't help but send Jahoda to check up on you from time to time, gaining more and more information on your day to day life than one person should. Jahoda expects the worst of you, after all, her boss is surveiling someone so thoroughly? She never could have expected it was because of a scratch that Nefer couldn't itch.
For each tidbits of your day to day life, Nefer finds herself meddling with your documents more and more. No criminal record? How strange, doesn't appear to be that way in the documents. Nod krai grew wearier at your own presence, and you had to gulp down the dread of the loneliness eating you whole.
That's when Nefer steps in of course.
"I'm Nefer of the curitorium of secrets, mind coming with me, dear?"
After all, it isn't her first time to play hero towards Nod krai, but she certainly wants it to be her first with you. Loneliness can just be a terrible instigator for the drug that is connection, now isn't it?
Chiori- the possessive type
Chiori likes to label parts of her brand as hers.
It, first of all, keeps away competition, and the competitive nature of any Fontainian worth their money would fight the masses for a luxury product of hers. She pays no mind to it, anything she sells belongs to the person who purchased it, but everyone would be able to tell where all that fashion greatness came from in the tag alone.
She finds, that her possessiveness doesn't extend to only her brand.
She's perceptive to a fault, never afraid to notice anything in others and point them out, applying to even herself. She knows, that what she feels for you isn't normal, and that if she acted upon her urges for real the marchausse phantom would have her in cuffs, dragged to meropide. She keeps her distance in her supposed attraction, because she knew that she wouldn't be good for you.
But it is a bit unfair to not act on her urges at all now isn't it?
Every single occasion where the two of you cross paths she somehow manages to wrangle a new set into your arms, free of charge, claiming "it's just scrap" when the measurements fit you to a t. You pay no mind to it, gifts are just gifts, and to deny clothes from Chiori herself would be blasphemous.
People would hog your attention all the time, asking where you got your outfits, complementing how it fit your complexion well, so on and so forth. She's no idiot to the rumors, how does middle-class you get access to such high quality items practically every week?
When you ask her, Chiori claims it's to "widen the reach of her brand since you're so sociable", but that's not really true is it? She's already a Teyvat-wide phenomena, there's really no need to give you all of these free, high quality stuff, when she could use it for better dresses. And yet, she finds herself hiding in a corner, pretending to be interested in the news when in reality all she wanted to see was the jealous glares of any gazes which falls on you with a tiny smirk on her face.
So, accept her generosity kindly, or with far too much excitement as you wished.
"You needn't worry so much about the time it took for all this."
After all, everyone knows what belongs to Chioriya boutique now.
