synopsis: perhaps who could be the last remaining of the mortals that worshipped you has now become your lover. your affections are now and forever his. you, his god from a place long forgotten, have decided to place your heart in his hands. what do the archons think?
warnings: genshin spoilers, yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of violence, slight gore, mean! reader (yeah ok i wanted to make this hurt so no one's gonna be nice <33)
in your presence, all grudges and rivalry are to be forgotten; time with you cannot and should never be tainted by the sight of battles and bruises. that's been the rule since long ago, and all have placed much emphasis on it after the first fight broke out that left you so very disappointed in them. that is why, even when the tension is as thick as blood, they are left to hold their tongue and stay still.
the three archons stare with a bitter taste in their mouths at the scene before them. you hold dainsleif's face between those soft hands of yours, peppering kisses to the surface of his skin. no space is left untouched; from his forehead and all the way to the sides of his jaw, they are littered with the feeling of your lips grazing them.
zhongli wonders if you know of their sins, the way that they had to slaughter the people of khaenri'ah all those years ago. the only people to worship the true god of their realm had been unrightfully killed like animals under celestia's manipulation. maybe then that could explain why you've called them to your quarters, only to show them not even an ounce of the affection you held for them in the past. all your attention has been directed to who might as well be the last survivor from that time of carnage. even when he's loved you longest, it doesn't matter in the face of your newfound romance.
venti thinks about it too, but he doesn't entertain the thought as long as the former geo archon does. he wills his mind to empty of any complaints and dark fantasies because all that he is, is yours. whatever you may do with him is no longer under his control, and that is what he chose. if you want to play with him until you get bored, toss him away like a toy, and make him kneel on the hardwood floor as your lover sits with you on the plush bed, he has chosen that he has no right to go against it. yet, he cannot help the tears that are threatening to overflow and how the hiccups start to escape from his lips.
on the other hand, baal is a wreck. she seems lifeless, devoid of any feeling as she sits there for what seems like eternity. she was finally so happy to be in your presence fully instead of through that uncaring puppet. it felt so euphoric when you called her ei, but her smile instantly flipped when you had her get on her knees like the other two and in your gentle hold was a man not even acknowledged by celestia. before she turned into the sorry state she is now, she had pawed at the foot of the bed, begging to be touched as well, but what really made her break was the cold look in your eyes when you told her to go back and sit still like a good little puppy.
it's torture, absolute torture.
dainsleif has half a mind to at least notice the archons who lead his entire country to ruin, but his mind feels all hazy as you shower him in a multitude of affection. it surprised and scared him when you had voice out your intention of becoming his lover, surprised because you are his god and scared because you're too pure to be tainted by such sinful hands. still, you decided on him, and he has to follow your wishes as a child of khaenri'ah, but he won't deny how good it feels to be acknowledged by you.
"eyes that shine like stars," you hum, "so pretty." you stare deep into dainsleif's eyes. "dark as the abyss but still glittering like the cosmos."
you caress his cheeks tenderly before entangling your fingers behind his head. "a perfect juxtaposition." dainsleif is quiet, but a soft tug to his blond locks make him whine. "what a good and pretty boy you are, dainsleif."
you're aware of the burning stares directed to your lover, the jealousy and hurt spiking the air the longer you praise the man holding onto your waist like a lifeline. you press your thumb against the mask keeping his skin away from you before you finally turn in the direction of your precious archons. they all sit up straight, and a laugh almost bubbles from your chest.
"i don't want to hear any excuses from you three."
"i expected better from you all, celestia's fault or not. you are worshippers yourselves, so why don't you tell me how you're able to kill innocent men, women, and children who worship me just the same." your voice is gentle, but it slices like the rough edge of a blade. you admit that it's mean, degrading them like this, but you can't care when they showed just as much apathy 500 years ago. they don't even answer, too ashamed to even face you. all their eyes are downcast.
you eye your greatest worshippers. "zhongli?" you see his fist tighten on his lap; it shakes. "venti?" a pained whimper comes from him, and you're almost tempted to comfort him. "ei?" she is quiet, unmoving; there is not even a flinch when you call her name.
you turn back to dainsleif, and your face instantly melts to a look of adoration. "you wanna stay here tonight with me, don't you, lovely?" you coo, and you feel so satisfied when he shakes his head yes.
you don't even look at them this time, but they know you're talking to them when you say, "return, you three." they all stand up, knees sore after kneeling for almost an hour. they move to scurry out of there, but before they leave, you say one more thing.
"you better explain yourselves tomorrow. if not, don't even bother showing your faces ever again."
the woman in question stiffens. as the raiden shogun, she should have no qualms showing her distaste at the blatant disrespect any mortal should show her. she could crush you without even batting an eyelash. she has every right to place divine punishment upon you in the less-than-omnipotent state you are in now. but you are her god.
to her, you are the most important being above all. you are her reason of living. you are the strike of lightning that blinds her in the rage of the storm. you are the alluring seasons that sweep inazuma. you, her deity, are the eternity she so strives for.
she understands the implications of your words, and it plants a pit of nervousness in her stomach when she sees your gaze harden upon landing on her. the electro archon then realizes that she’s starting to struggle to keep her composure in the face of what could possibly be your wrath and disappointment being aimed towards her.
baal really doesn't want to disappoint you. no, everything she's done has been to please you-- to bring you the greatest satisfaction she can offer all in the hopes that you would welcome her into your loving arms like she has prayed for all these nights. to displease you is the last thing she wants. if foregoing her pride as an archon in favor of earning your praise, she is ready to get on her knees, bow her head, and grovel at your feet.
she only gulps and lowers hear head even if she does feel ashamed of lowering herself to a level befitting more of a mutt, much to the surprise of the entirety of her court. after all, they'd never think their archon would bow her head like a lowly dog to a measly mortal from beyond inazuma borders no less. baal’s bottom lip trembles.
"no, your grace." her breath is even shaky as she answers you, words just shy from being stuttered from her lips. “as you wish, the vision hunt decree will be dissolved and all confiscated visions will be returned immediately.”
"and?" you stride over to her crouched form, towering above baal in front of the many nobles and generals surrounding you two. the electro archon awaits anxiously for any of your movements.
"inzauma shall open its borders once more and make amends for the discrimination against adventurers."
baal feels fear claw at her. she hopes that her words are enough to not warrant any negative reactions. seconds pass and you still do not make a move, only standing in front of her tiny form. she takes a chance to hesitantly lift her head, and she readies for that scowl on your face.
she is promptly relieved when baal spots your lips curved upwards and eyes staring at her with glee. your hand is stretched out, and you promptly place a gentle pat on her head. a shiver wracks baal’s body as euphoria shoots up her spine. she finds herself leaning into that brief contact of your fingers grazing her scalp. it feels so good— so right— as you touch her. baal finds herself craving more of your praise.
“very good, baal.” you retract your hand before turning away from her and walking back to the two ex-archons accompanying you. “i expect you to keep up this good behavior the next time we meet again, baal. is that understood?”
“yes. yes, your grace!” she nods ardently. baal only watches you take your leave, remaining silent as she stares at your hand in particular. she ingrains that feeling of your skin against hers, and she’s too lost in the feeling of content from her name rolling of your tongue.
it takes her some time before she regains her divine composure and steeling herself again to address the mortals whose faces she won’t even care to remember later on.
“and what are you all waiting for?” her tone is cold, nothing like that needy puppy moments ago that was begging for scraps from her master. her court is once again hit with whiplash at baal’s change in behavior. they only start scrambling when thunder starts to crackle by her fingertips.
“get on with it!” she yells, lightning striking the ground. the mortals flee, making their way to appease their god just as baal had tried to appease you. once they all have scuttled away, baal goes back to working on the orders given to her. for your love and for your praise, she vows that any wish or command you have of her, she will see it done.
cult!baal and her reaction to you kissing them goodnight
note: hey there, nonnie! i unfortunately don't write for fischl and jean, so i hope you don't mind just having baal
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff
baal succumbs to the possession of sleep when you give her a kiss, even if she doesn't needs the rest. the only reason she so loves to close her eyes and give into unconsciousness is because of you and the way your lips press against her forehead before you retire to your own quarters. your warmth seeps into her skin, twisting into her muscles before it spreads to he whole body. it feels so good. she mewls at your touch, and she loves the way you laugh at her antics. if she's particularly needy, she'll tug on your night robes as a plead to stay with her for the night. sometimes, you indulge her; sometimes, you don't. it's okay either way because she engraves the feeling of your kisses inside her head to keep for all of eternity. it grounds her from the confusion that swirls in her being, calms her soul from the countless regret and pain. you're the home she's been wanting to come home to for so long, an abode for the weary immortals like her. only, she wants to be the only one to sleep in the comfort of your arms.
headcannons if you suddenly went missing ft. cult au! venti, zhongli, and baal
warnings: yandere content, yandere cults
congratulations! you have some serious skill if you manage to slip away undetected without zhongli noticing, considering he's with you almost 24/7. he was probably making you afternoon snacks when you disappear from your teapot.
zhongli comes back to your room with your presence missing. the seat where he last saw you in feels cold as he rallies the two other archons to search for you.
zhongli is a hurricane through your teapot, leaving no stone unturned to look for you. baal venti has the winds report for wherever you might be, and baal... well, sara and her army are sure to be put to good use.
they're in a frenzy just trying to look for you, and they get even more desperate when you don't show up in the places you usually are. it won't be long until venti reports to zhongli of your whereabouts whispered to him by the wind. baal, as well, receives news of your tracks leading to the tea house.
zhongli and venti are aware that that there is no reason for you to be harmed by anyone from the yashiro commission if they are as righteous as they claim to be. it would also be a great offense to the shogun if even one hair is out of place. should they find you in a less than fine state, there'd be a large price to pay.
they just walk in the place, and everyone's too intimidated that the electro archon herself is present. it unnerves them the way electricity is threatening to crackle from her fingertips, and the two outlanders behind her as just as scary.
you'll just be surprised to see them standing in the doorway with bloodlust oozing from them.
"zhongli, venti, baal. what are you three doing here?" you place your cup of tea down as shock starts to overcome your features. the three archons stand just meters away from you with a menacing aura, and you sigh. didn't they see your note?
"i believe i left a note that lady ayaka invited me to have tea with her." you watch as their guards slowly lower, but you still sense their apprehensiveness over ayaka and thoma. "she only wanted to ask a few questions, nothing more. best stand down, you three, you wouldn't want to ruin my tea time."
you're not entirely wrong with your explanation, but if you were to tell them the whole story about how you were questioned for your intentions, it'd probably not sit well with your dearest acolytes. you'd rather take a more pacifist route than have your new friends be beheaded for trying to cross you
per you order, your worshippers settle into an idle calm. the tension in the air slowly dissipates, and you're left to return to sipping on your tea. you side-eye the electro archon. "don't you have duties, baal?"
"y-yes. i will be retuning now." ayaka's shock seeps onto her face from behind her fan. thoma makes no comment at how meek their archon has become in your presence. it gives them the slightest bit of whiplash before baal turns to make her leave. as for the remaining two...
"i believe you both can stay. do guard the entrance for me, won't you? if you three got in here without much difficulty then i expect that you guys can make sure nothing else does either." you drum your fingers against the table, and you are aware of the stare your two companions are giving you in the moment. zhongli is as silent as can be before excusing himself off to guard the entrance. venti follows along with but not before whispering to not going off again unless you've told him at the very least. to that, you give him a reassuring hum, and the bard skips away with the former geo archon.
when you turn your attention back to ayaka, you muster a smile to the best of your abilities. you can see the worry and fear emanating from her seat. you excuse for the disruption, and you try to start a conversation once again. a mist of hostility comes from thoma as a reaction. after your explanation and kindness, they remain alert. it saddens you, it really does. but what more did you expect? the price of loneliness all for the safety of all of teyvat.
so why does it hurt every time you feel like you've been pushed away?
venti knows of your current status of being a system. he is kind of unfazed by it (probably because he's seen everything under the sun), but there are times where he gets a little startled when your alters switch without warning. he might mix up some of the personalities at first because he's not all that used to it, but please just give him a little bit of time to get the hang of it. other than that, he'll have a pretty okay time trying to tend to you and each individual personality. if you have any alters that are partial to music, he'd be happy to play you a tune.
zhongli, on the other hand, is partially confused. now that he is no longer the geo archon, this is the only time he's really able to talk to others and socialize normally. he's heard of similar cases to you, but never once has he encountered or experienced someone with a split personality until you. he does try his best to serve you and listen to your every order, and he gives his utmost care whenever you switch between them to further understand you. he gets along well with any alters who seem to rely a bit more on other people like child alters. it just fulfills his more "caregiving" role as your worshipper.
baal does not mind either. but like the other two, she is a bit confused and needs a little bit of time to assess how she should go about it. she doesn't want to seem insensitive by not knowing, so she'll be intensely observing you if she wasn't already. she'll actually be the one who's the most attentive to you and all your other personalities. she's gone to detailing all your alters and all things that they prefer. baal works well with any alters are "soft" or generally wholesome. she just finds them cute and precious.
