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@zhongrin Dear i think you will like this

Your sagau zhongli is my fave! Devotion is soooo good he's so good!! If he were offered a reward, what would he ask for? He definitely deserves good things for being such a dedicated worshipper

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୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, sagau + cult au shit, religious themes, g/n reader.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. hi guys......... sorry i took so long to write this, and im so happy you like my characterization of him!!!! it means so much to me!!!

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Zhongli has rarely ever wanted.

When he was young, still arrogant and born of war, Zhongli didn't want— he took. He had no need of envy or desire. What he could not have, he would get in time. Immortality comes with an infinite patience.

If he was still that god, flippant and self-important, maybe he would demand some sort of compensation. Some sort of recompense for past agony.

For as long as Zhongli's lived, he has never wanted; not in the way a mortal yearns for their lover, or the way a dog longs for its owner until it whines. Never in any way that mattered, never before he met you.

Zhongli has had eons to become used to the loneliness that so often encompasses him. And now, knowing that you breathe the same air as him, he's become rather acquainted with the ever consuming desire to nestle close to you, like ink caressing every pore of canvas.

His desire runs through him— barking and loud, rapid and frantic— but when faced with you, a whisper, whimpering in the dark crevices of his ribs. At times, he comes close to asking you to hold him, but decorum and propriety keep him in place, tight and tense.

Liyue was built knowing your gaze followed him. Its foundations set, earth molded, and its rivers bent, hoping they would be fit to your liking. His every breath spent chasing after your favor, desiring to be remade in your image, to be exactly what you want him to be. Afraid that, when finally met with you, you will not like what you see.

Zhongli has rarely ever wanted, and rarer still, has he ever feared.

It's a mortal's fear. The fear of their lord displeased with their harvest. A boyish fear, made up of desperation and the fear of disapproval; one he shouldn't feel, one he should feel no familiarity with. One he suspects many have felt when within his own presence.

When you ask him what he would like in return for all of his efforts— a reward, you say— Zhongli feels his breath seized from him.

Zhongli lived much of his early life against you. At every opportunity, he rebelled at what he thought was a cruel god. Imperious and charged with Guizhong’s death, he would have demanded answers.

For him to have lived while those he cared for perished without a moment's repose, for him to have survived every moment of cruel war when each breath was like a whip against his lungs— he deserved to know, if you were as real as Guizhong so staunchly believed, why he had lived in her place.

Yet, despite centuries of tempered rage, Zhongli has become content to live as nothing more than your servant.

He tells you he wants for nothing. That all he desires now is the simplicity of being beside you; the escape of your laughter, where there's no need to concern himself with anything other than you. He tells you he only wishes to know how to take care of you better, how to align himself with your tastes and desires.

"I insist," you say, and Zhongli realizes it's a command. His mouth turns dry, and every word settles on his tongue like heavy weights, dead and still.

You stare, and his breath hitches, his heart a swell in his chest. Zhongli thinks of every answer, how your reaction to any could either breathe life into him, or leave him broken. How, for a moment, he amuses himself with the idea of asking for your touch— the cusp of your palm on his cheek, your fingers against his spine; how he could ask, and how you might favor him enough to do so.

He then thinks of asking you for reassurance. For affirmation of forgiveness for the actions in his youth. To finally have the certainty that he hasn’t failed you, and maybe, the confirmation that you may care for him.

“Forgive me for my impropriety, Your Grace,” Zhongli begins, voice light and breathy. His hand rests on his chest, fighting the urge to dig into his skin, hoping to calm the pounding of his heart. “But… if I may, I was wondering if I had done right by you?”

You sit inertly in silence for a moment, and Zhongli wonders if it’s on purpose, some sort of punishment for daring to ask such a thing. You had no reason to reward him, and he had been blessed enough to hold your attention for longer than a moment. He had no right to ask for your thoughts, not so directly.

He thought he knew that. It was why he followed you, why he made sure your every request was completed to the highest standard. If you mentioned the taste of your tea being too bitter, or sweet, or that you’d rather he prepare something else for you entirely, he would rush to follow your word. Even if he had been the one to brew it, even if it was him who cultivated the leaves, even if he thought it would be to your liking.

All he needed was to be helpful. All he needed was you. Within you, was his salvation— within you, was love itself. Without you, the once great Lord of Geo was but a fragmented elemental wisp of energy, only ever calling your name.

A spike of adrenaline rushes through him, fear and anxiety denying any sense of hope. All he hears is the solitary sound of his heart in his ears.

“You have only ever done good by me.”

Zhongli’s heart lurches, heat rippling through his body. You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and his mind feels dizzy at the implication. The ground sways, and his feet feel light.

“You deserve more than that, I think.” You step forward, and Zhongli is so lost within his own thoughts, he takes no notice of your sudden increase in proximity— but his breath still quickens, and red still coats the apples of his cheeks.

“Kneel,” you whisper, and though you say it so softly, it's as though the sky had been torn asunder with the speed he responds. Zhongli’s mind still feels far away, but he hears your orders as if spoken directly into his ear.

He drops to his knees, no care for whether he does so elegantly enough. All he can focus on is the weight of your gaze, and the way he's the only thing under it.

“Do you want me to praise you?” You trace his jawline with your finger, still speaking in a soft, unhurried tone. “Do you want me to tell you how much of a good boy you are?”

Zhongli inhales sharply, fighting every thought that screams at him to eagerly lean into your hand. He stares up at you, russet lashes fluttering and amber eyes swallowed by adoration and worship.��

“Yes, Your Grace,” he whispers hoarsely.

Your thumb swipes over his lower lip, and a whine rises to the back of his throat.

“My good boy.” Zhongli’s entire body shudders, his chest heaving. A shaky breath escapes him. “You've been waiting to hear that for so long, haven't you?”

He whimpers, then nods in a way he hopes doesn’t come across as overeager— quickly bereft of any sense of propriety, or care for whether or not he’s making a fool of himself. All he can concern himself with is how close you are, how easily your scent renders him still, how quickly he borders on senseless.

You smile at that, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from whimpering.

“Do you want me to tell you how grateful I am?” Your fingers move across his neck, brushing against his Adam’s Apple, watching it bob as he gulps, trying to keep himself steady and not fall against you. “How you're my favorite?”

An ugly sound rips from Zhongli’s throat, and it's one he's instantly ashamed of. Every part of him feels bare in front of you, laid out messy and without decorum. The mask he’s worn for eons steadily breaks, and every one of his veins and bones scream out for your warmth.

The Lord of Geo wouldn’t have ever allowed himself to be so vulnerable. He never would have amused himself with the thought of pleading for anything, or kneeling and falling apart because he was treated softly— least of all, of being so desperate to know that you love him; that you favor him.

Zhongli, now without his Gnosis, is as mortal as the men he used to lord over. And perhaps it’s his newfound mortality that moves him to lean into your hand, frantically trying to meld your fingers against his skin until his flesh is like clay inlaid with your fingertips; hoping that you’ll rebuild him until he fits your desires, and tell him again that he’s proven to have done good by you.

Every thought is a prayer, another hymn, another psalm.

“Am I? Your favorite?”

His voice trembles, and breathes into a soft whisper. Zhongli doesn’t mean to sound so desperate— he doesn’t mean to be so greedy— but his soul has never felt so full before. His mind is so mired by your touch and voice that he doesn’t realize his lack of formality, or how he might come across as arrogant.

He wants only to think of you, and so he does. Nothing else matters.

“Yes.” You chuckle, and his heart speeds up at the sound, fervent. “Why would I want anyone else?”

Zhongli whines, and faintly, through the blur of fanaticism and worship, thinks that no matter what you asked of him, he would do it without hesitation.

#loved it.#the desperation #EMOTIONS #great way to start a day #genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #sagau #cult au #sagau zhongli #yandere zhongli #gender neutral reader #cult au zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere male #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere

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queen-belial · 1 day

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Black / Dragon <3 / Stracciatella

A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole. Some prime examples I've heard are:

~ Silver, Artic Wolf, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

~ Pink/Yellow, Putu Bird, and Cotton Candy.

~ Light Brown, Tree Kangaroo, and Rum Raisin.

~ Green, Pig, and Cookie Dough.

Mine are:

~ Burgundy, Fox, and Moose Tracks.

Tag some friends and get a sense of who they are! :)

@notable-bumblr @persistentchaos @enterfandomreference @valerietompson @paper-crowns-and-tiaras @ironxprince @acecuddle @angst-dealer @hey-you-i-just

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queen-belial · 2 days

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My personal BELIAL x CAPITANO headcanons:

All the Fatui subordinates know you're his partner, but not because of "I want everyone to know you're mine.", rather because of the fact that he always gets so lovey dovey and kinda shy around you - like a tamed big.. big dog. (He literally was speaking in a serious tone some seconds ago, and the second you came; his tone softens as he turns to you "There you are, my love. Shall I cook for us today? 🥰")

I headcanon that Capitano is a good cook and masters your favorite dishes - only to see your adorable smile when you see he cook once again today for you and him <3

Capitano doesn't like to wear his helmet when you two are alone, because he wants you to see his real real self 💕

Idk why but I get the feeling you're more..? Serious than him ?? Like when some Fatui subordinates did some shit, you would scold them harder than Capitano would. Good cop and bad coop ykwim

~ 💐

Hit the nail on the head with these <3 I like my big big dog and all his scars equally <3

With the last one it is true because i have the dead pan voice of "I know you did something stupid but I won't go down on your level" I go silent and serious instead of screaming because i learnt you are taken more seriously (hah) like that.

He does tend to go all lovely whenever I am mentioned *fans my face* not that I mind of course 🤭🥰

#genshin impact #self ship #capitano my love

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queen-belial · 2 days

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What the everloving fuck-

Nothing brings me quite as much joy as informing friends of horrible australian place names

today @ainescribe had to learn about Tittybong

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queen-belial · 2 days

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G I X Y D

selfship a-z ask game ->

cw. slight angst on "I"

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 this fic hahaha

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 at al haitham's grandmother's house, while the adults are chatting over teatime: "what'cha reading?" "…. a book." "…. fair enough. *proceeds to take a book from the shelf and reads it beside him*"

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 "*is especially nervous bc oh no he's hot* hello, your grace." "oh, hi. *notices i'm trembling like a pitiful wet dog* haha, relax, i don't bite." "*dies a little inside* y-yes, your grace...."

I - Imagine what do they imagine their futures together like?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 all contracts comes to an end eventually, once the conditions are fulfilled ー and the same goes for ours. but until then, he'll just enjoy walking in the long winding path that is an immortal's life. maybe a few kids, watch over our descendants, be awed at the technological advancements of liyue… as they say, when the boat gets to the bridge-head, it will naturally go straight.

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 we're both chronic planners, so we have regular talks about it and therefore a clear plan on what we want or not want to do in the future. married, preferably two kids, a nice pension plan, some savings in the bank, adopt a dog when the kids leave the nest, enjoy retirement reading books and doing whatever nerdy hobbies we want to enjoy.

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 this man keeps telling himself not to dream too high lest it all crash down horribly at the end. honestly, with his past i think a part of him desperately wants a happy little family of his own, but the other half is so afraid he'll fuck it all up because he's never really truly experienced familial love. but deep in his heart he really just wants a resemblance of a normal life ー he knows his situation isn't ideal, but he wants a little family he can care for and be surrounded with as his fists get weaker and he passes down the title of the fortress' administrator to a suitable successor.

X - X-ray how do they help the other if they’re sick or tired?

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 he's big on acts of service and words of affirmation, so he'll brew a pot of osmanthus tea and either sits me down to relax (if i'm tired) or tuck me in to bed (if i'm sick). househusband material, will cook and do all the chores flawlessly. liwei and liwen (especially the former) tries to sneak past him to cuddle with me, but he'd scoop up the littol noodles and distract them somehow ᰔᩚ

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 makes sure to tick all the steps in 'how to care for a sick person' book. but also he takes all the things that his grandparents do for him whenever he got sick ᰔᩚ like making me soup and (if i plead enough times) humming a calming lullaby to help me sleep hehe

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 makes sure that i'm taking time off from work, calls sigewinne for a home visit, and most of all, if i have fever, he'd personally use his hand as a cold compress. none of the staffs in the fortress of meropide would ever imagine they'd hear an excuse "sorry, can't come to work today, i need to be my wife's compress." from their administrator but they let him skip work since they know he deserves the rest anyway :3

Y - Yes who would propose? What would the proposal be like?

answered here ->

D - Danger how do they react to finding out the other person is in trouble?

...... *squints* i seem to remember answering a selfship ask game with this prompt last time...

𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ᡣ𐭩 if it's within liyue, i'd like to think that he'd know almost immediately, but if not, it would be a little more complicated. depending on the severity of said danger... hmm.... well.... let's just say he wouldn't take it just lying down....

ⲇⳑ ⲏⲇⳕτⲏⲇϻ ᡣ𐭩 have we ever seen al haitham truly furious or 'panicked' in-game? (mmm that azar cutscene... yummy... but i mean that's him acting mad so does it count??) i'd like to think that he still tries to be rational, figure out a way to handle things efficiently... but push a man hard enough and he'll break eventually. just remember what they say about the quiet/calm ones...

𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶 ᡣ𐭩 ohohoho- ahem. i mean, we've seen it in his story quest. man takes action immediately. will throw a few punches if need be. if the duke wants somebody dead, he needs no justification. understood? ˙ ᵕ ˙

#lemme infect you with my love of drama #kith kith #romantic alhaitham #heh #with the stone its really nice ;)#yeah wrio would totally just say what he thinks atm #lovely :>

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queen-belial · 2 days

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Ebg lore fucking with my brain right now holyfuck

I just finished reading all the posts but now I'm curious cos you mentioned that having Zhongli there would've been the fastest way to end it all

What would happened if he did come did you have something written for that ?

........ funny you ask that because i. i actually did write it over my tumblr break hahahahah i mean... i can paste it here but keep in mind that this is super self-indulgent and very selfship coded (first person view on the second part, not reader centric) so the quality is probably trash (and very cliché) compared to what i usually give out to you guys... i've warned you...

The alchemist sensed the deity's arrival before either of them could speak. The two geo visions on his person thrummed and glowed, as if reacting to what was to come. With one last glance towards the hut, he stood up to acknowledge the ex-archon.

"Gree-"

"Where is she."

It wasn't as much of a question as it was an order. Though he hadn't met this man previously, the eerie calmness in his expression unnerved him. For a moment, the history of Rex Lapis and his 'achievements' in the archon war flashed through his mind. All of the books glorified him as a warrior and a fearsome, yet wise deity, but he personally thought it took some type of madness to slay what must have been hundreds - no, thousands of beings, innocents or not, and still persevere till this day.

"She's safe."

"I think we have very disparate definitions of what 'safety' means," a polearm he had seen in a variety of illustrations appeared on the adeptus' side, before his gloved hand took it onto their hold, "I know you wish not to go down without a fight, but I wish not to endanger someone we both desire to protect."

"….."

The alchemist glanced at the rundown hut. Amber eyes followed the trail of his gaze, and his mouth parted to speak, but they quickly snapped shut as a look of alarm crossed his face. Eyes flashing, he jumped back as claws descended upon the place he last stood.

The rancid, pungent smell of tainted blood and the creaking shudder of the creature's breath, coupled with the glazed draconic eyes on its eye sockets, would have made a terrifying picture for any normal bystanders. Though it had nothing on Durin's size, it was still massive, with claws as big as the houses and its jaw riddled with sharp scales, seemingly strong enough to snap anything it could get its mouth on.

It was alive, and yet somehow it was also not.

Zhongli sighed as he watched the alchemist's partner-in-crime arrive at the confrontation, sword threateningly pointed at him.

"And to think mortal allogenes dare to play around with life. What has this world come to?"

"It's three versus one, ex-archon! Give it up!" there was a certain desperation in the copy's taunt, and for a moment he had to resist the urge to chuckle.

Your lack of experience is showing, young one.

"…. And whoever said I came alone?"

Wind rushed towards them and Dorian straggled upon the first hit, eyes narrowed at the pair of piercing golden glaring down at him. The polearm's assault continued, clashes of metals causing sparks of fire from the sheer power of the strikes. The yaksha jumped, his anemo vision carrying his lithe form into the air, and with a flash of green his spear hits the ground, multiplying across the area along its impact.

Dust lingered in the air, temporarily obscuring the sight until a gust of wind swept it away to reveal Dorian on his knees and Albedo right beside him, with their signature geo contraption suspending himself in the air, both unscathed safe for the slight cut on Dorian's cheek.

"Liyue's Conqueror of Demons," Albedo acknowledged the adeptus, frowning, "…. But as I've read, you shouldn't be able to dispose of us, no? In which case, this confrontation will prove futile to you."

Xiao momentarily glanced towards the two dragons behind him; one a familiar shade of brown with golden markings and the other a dreadfully dark icy blue, with the former seemingly taunting the latter to take off into the skies. It snarled and hissed, wings spreading wide before accepting the challenge, and the two ascended into the clouds, leaving with a vicious roar.

Golden met amber, and the adeptus gave a short nod before returning focus to his opponent.

"My fight is against the darkness and the evil being that threatens Liyue. That is all there to it."

"Evil is… quite a strong word."

"Is what you did not considered evil in humans' eyes? You mortals have a skewed view of the world," the dark green haired male readied his stance, his mask materializing over his face, "Or perhaps it's you who are deluded."

His reputation preceded him, Albedo mused grimly. Though he barely worked in the front lines, he was still a knight, and Dorian himself has survived Dragonspine for this long - meaning their combat abilities were at the very least above average. Yet the vigilant yaksha had no trouble parrying their coordinated attacks, and even going into offense on the small chances that slipped through.

It didn't help that he seemed to be very familiar with the element of geo; unfazed at the geo constructs obstructing his way, instead using them to his advantage to jump higher and delivering more deadly strikes. On the other hand, the anemo vision coupled with the incredibly swift movement speed and unfamiliar weapon was a combination foreign to him, and so he struggled with reading the nimble bursts of the polearm, nearly losing grip on his sword for a few times. Perhaps it was because of this fact, but the enlightened being kept targeting him despite Dorian's interferences. Or was his strategy to finish off one person so he could focus on the other? Either way…

A moment of carelessness was all it needed.

Albedo's sword clattered to the ground a few ways away as the spear struck it with force. He gritted his teeth and prepared himself for a blow - perhaps a kick? A stab? Would he truly end a mortal's life and possibly breach his contract?

However, Xiao suddenly stopped and withdrew, much to both Albedo and Dorian's befuddlement.

Seconds later, the loud crash and the pitiful croon of a beast answered his question. Sullied tar-like blood pooled onto the green grass as the carcass struggled to obey its inputted command with its broken body.

A humanoid figure climbed down the mangled lump with ease, the spear back on his left hand as he accepted something from the waiting yaksha with the other-

Breath hitched, his hand slipped into his pocket, finding nothingness inside the small space.

The Vision.

"Good work."

"Shall I-"

"No," the deity's answer was immediate, "A contract is a contract regardless of the direness of the situation. You shall not kill mortals - be it inside or outside Liyue."

"….. Understood."

Albedo's mind was drawing blanks despite working its utmost capacity to try and salvage the situation somehow. To run would be suicide. Their dragon chimera was supposed to buy them time - but he didn't expect the former archon to involve his adepti in this, considering his current position and the reason he abdicated his throne. A miscalculation on his part. And a dire one, too.

…..

There was only one possibility he could think of, but there was no way he would do such a thing. Besides, the repercussions even if they managed to pull it off would be-

"None of you move!"

Albedo's heart dropped.

How is it that they were so similar, and yet so different?

"Dorian! What are you-"

"This is the only way, and you know it," subject two hissed, his grip on the sword tightening, "Mei, stop moving or you might cut yourself."

The girl's eyes flitted around the scene in a frenzy, confusion and fear coloring her haggard expression. The two familiar-looking people, the huge dragon-like creature slumped on the ground, the two eerily similar looking alchemists-

"Albedo. Bedo, what's going on? Why are you- Who- Why are you- What kind of joke-"

"Leave us alone!" A desperate yell that sounded more like a plea rang across the abandoned village, "I.. just… We just…."

"…."

"Go! Otherwise, I'll-" a few short breaths, a grit of teeth, "-I'll do it. I'll hurt her."

It was as if the mountains itself were enraged upon the declaration.

Trees shook and birds frantically fleeing in flocks into the sky. Animals screeched and scrambled to flee, intent to hide far away from the catastrophe incoming. Rotten wooden fences fell over and ores rolled down as the basket holding them tipped over. A few of the beaten up houses collapsed, unable to hold against the earthen fury, materials falling onto the dirt as if begging for mercy.

The soil cracked and trembled, plates shifting and colliding, rumbling as if a sealed beast willed itself to claw up to the surface. The sudden earthquake took Dorian off guard, his grip faltering on his weapon and-

And then suddenly, everything stilled.

Albedo heaved and huffed, hands trembling as he withdrew his sword. His counterpart stumbled, teetering, eyes widened as he gazed at his 'brother' in betrayal.

"Why….. you………"

"….."

"-coward………"

His body fell against the grass.

For a moment, nobody moved, mostly shellshocked at the turn of events.

The girl trembled in place, palms clasped against her mouth in an attempt to stifle her gasp. A flash of green appeared right in front of the girl and the shorter male offered her a glimmering object.

She stared at the geo vision, fingers unconsciously clenching around her belt before reaching out to take it upon her own hand.

Upon contact, the haze in her eyes parted, memories flashing throughout her mind. The vision glowed brighter, as if rejoicing its reunion with its master, and she cradled it close to her heart reflexively. She then looked up to the approaching figure, tears swimming in her eyes before falling down her cheeks in streams.

His hand clenches around thin air as she stumbled towards her past beloved.

No… her real lover.

Because in the end, he shouldn't have been there in the first place. He was the unexpected variable in the equation. The error variance. An outlier. An…. unwanted existence.

Unwanted.

He glanced at Dorian's body as he felt the cracks spread across his heart.

I see. So this is how it feels.

•••

"Be careful, my dear," gentle arms swept me into a secure embrace, and like clockwork, my whole body seemed to relax upon smelling the comforting smell of tea and petrichor underlying the rotten metallic scent of blood, "How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Head feels weird," I mumbled, sniffling onto his chest, "But it's okay."

"I see," a hand cradled the back of my head and scratched against my scalp, but as he spoke next his tone shifted, "Did you poison her?"

"Not poison," Albedo's voice was soft, and for a moment my heart tugged at the uncharacteristically emotional response, "Sedative. A… potent one."

"So it'll clear up with time?"

"It will. But you should bring her to a doctor nonetheless."

"….. I will take your advice."

I peeled myself off from my husband and turned towards the blue-eyed male. An awkward silence stretched between us, and even after I gathered enough courage to speak, my voice still wavered.

"I thought of you as a good friend," I avoided his eyes, "I… apologize if you saw it as me leading you on. It wasn't my intention to do that."

"No, you-" he paused, took in a shuddering breath, and sighed, "You did nothing wrong. After all we did, you… have the right to end me if you so wish."

Xiao mumbled under his breath from the side - probably something along the line of agreeing with the scientist's statement. If I didn't feel so sluggish I would have snorted in amusement, but the gesture came out as a weak grimace.

"I'll probably resent you for my whole life, but I'm too much of a coward to take someone's life and having to live with that knowledge. And I'd rather not put that burden on my husband or his surrogate son either - they've had their fill of slaughter."

"I… see."

"Albedo. To me, you are not him, and you will never be."

"…. I-"

"-But I hope one day you find someone who sees you as their world."

"….."

"……….. Goodbye. And may we never cross paths again."

#THE DRAMA #HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS #SWEET TEA #i totally would have gone the bad ending but i am weird like that

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queen-belial · 3 days

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Me casually reading the tag here where I interacted with Coviello.. RAHHHH RIN i can't get over them and how amazing they are!! You wrote them so wonderfully truly <33 I mean, ofc! I fell for themmmmm bdkwksbsb they occupy my brain regularly!!

Thank you so much for making them, mwahhhh!!💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️

......... ᰔᩚ

i have a present for you 🎁

#vi being a simp #a normal day at tumblr #:)

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queen-belial · 4 days

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Let's irresponsibly breed a dog together!

Share as much as possible that dog gotta be atrocious by the end of the week

#i love tumblr

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queen-belial · 4 days

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HAHAHAH yeee I like Childe for it too. Ohohoho i wonder what Neuvi would have done?~

Tighnari...You saw the meme right thats what inspired this xD?

honey, can you.… commit a crime for me?

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, childe, kaeya, diluc, al haitham, tighnari, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, crack, fluff

✼ a/n ┈ what even are these hsdlkfjlskjdf kinda wanna create a yandere version of this /is bonked

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli immediately tries to find the core of the problem. “what is it that troubles you, dearest? perhaps we can find a more peaceful solution? violence is not always the answer. this, i know from all the 6000 years i’ve lived—” aaaand there he goes on his lecture. if your goal was to get him to give you a preaching of a lifetime, well, congratulations, you’ve done it. sit back and relax, brew some tea, maybe get some snacks, because you’ll be here for a while.

al haitham, surprisingly, actually humors you. only because he knows you were teasing him and this is his way of teasing you back, but you’ll probably end up staring at him in confusion because he looks dead serious while doing so. “what an interesting offer. i’ll have to ask you to submit a formal proposal through your special submission channel. make sure you have several backup plans in case of emergencies. have it on my desk by tomorrow afternoon, the latest.”

wriothesley straight up denies you with a roll of his eyes. he knows you’re joking, and honestly speaking he would stain his hands with blood for you, but as much as he loves you, he really didn’t want you to end up at the fortress while under a sentence. although theoretically he could pull some strings to make sure you spent your sentence peacefully if that scenario ever happened, the fact was that such records will follow you for the rest of your life, and he wants you to stay in the sunlight. “what did i always tell you? don’t break the law... but if you really want to, how about you try to steal my breath away with a kiss?”

neuvillette stops writing his reports immediately, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “my dear, come sit, let us converse.” he holds your hand and proceeds to rope you into a heart-to-heart talk. are you being harassed by someone? are you being threatened? the cup of water rippled erratically as he waited for you to answer those particular questions. is there something he could do to help that wouldn’t make either of you getting dragged into a court trial? can he— …. yeah, someone save him, he totally thinks that you’re serious.

childe agrees immediately. is that even a question? “sure! who do you need me to kill?” he asks, with his signature wide boyish grin plastered onto his face and his hand twitching to reach for his hydro blade. look. it’s your ajax. your (man)childe. your tartaglia. i bet you liked his murderous tendencies anyway. are you even surprised?

kaeya makes it a point to gasp and looking like a maiden who caught the sight of two lovers rendezvousing in the garden. when he notices you not buying his act, however, he laughs and switches gear into a teasing smile, “oh? was me stealing your heart not enough?”

diluc stares at you blankly, one eyebrow raised, his voice monotonous — if you hadn’t known how to read his minuscule reactions, you would have missed the spark of mirth dancing in his eyes; a trace of the young ‘luc buried deep inside the scarred heart of a charred phoenix, “…. hmph. did kaeya put you up to this?”

tighnari hums nonchalantly and gives you a knowing smirk, his tail swishing mischievously behind him, “perfect. i do have a rare specimen i’d like to plant. i’m sure it’ll benefit well from the nutrients it’ll absorb from your victim. so, where did you put the body?”

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