the first instance he gained knowledge of you, it was when he was stuck in the darkness of the abyss. there he learns of the countless scriptures, tomes, and murals dedicated to how you were the god above all, stronger and to be revered more than any archon. he reads details of how not only are you a god of life and blessings, you are also a god of war and death. you are the god of creation and destruction. every little thing has a purpose, whether by death or life.
he first ties your existence to folly, nothing more than a false idol worshipped by creature of the abyss as a way to resent celestia and everything it stands for. but the longer he's in there, the more it makes sense to him as he battles his way towards victory.
childe thinks back to something written about you as he feels the rush of adrenaline in his system.
you are the blood that flows through his veins, the bringer of strength in trying times. you are the electricity in his fingertips as the enemy turns to dust before his very eyes. you are the driving force behind countless slaughter for the unworthy. you are the destruction that leads those undeserving piled up corpses at the side of the street. you are life as you are death.
soon enough, he no longer worships the tsaritsa as much as he should be for a harbinger. instead, his prayers go to you in times of carnage. childe asks for your audience as he silently prays for victory. his offerings come in the form of blood staining the battlefield and the sound of bones cracking beneath his fingertips.
and as thunder rumbles on the silent battlefield and the rain beats down on his bruised skin, his face washes over with a sickening grin. what a way to end the battle, don't you think?
once you find yourself in teyvat, you can count that he'll hear about you very soon. it comes in the reports of his subordinate, a mysterious character in liyue harbor with knowledge only someone of an archon's caliber should know. he has suspicions, so it won't be long until he seeks you out.
childe prepares himself with his charismatic front, a boyish grin and a tone way too friendly to really be genuine. he's able to spot you amongst the crowd with zhongli in tow, and he ponders just how interesting you are to already have the former geo archon by your side so quickly.
it's only when he gets closer that he finally understands just why zhongli was so taken with you. it's because it's you.
there's no doubt in his head that you are the one he's been fighting for for the longest time. he feels it as the electrons in his brain fire faster than ever before, like he was feeling the sensation of water collecting at his fingertips. he doesn't register how his feet pull him towards you, soul resounding at your very presence.
when he's finally in front of you, his eyes finally light up for the first time in almost a decade.
"tartaglia, number 11 of the fatui harbingers at your service."
reactions on what punishments make them despair ft. cult!zhongli, childe, albedo
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, emotional abuse, mean!reader, mentions of violence and suicidal thoughts (albedo), thoughts of self-harm(albedo)
zhongli can only take so much until he breaks. he doesn't mind if you turn him away, doesn't mind when you shout such hurtful words at him. but when you turn up your nose at anything from liyue, he can't help but let a tear fall from his amber eyes. he tries to keep it together as you turn up your nose at the liyuean cuisine prepared for you, refuse the ornate hairpins he's worked tirelessly to perfect, even tearing up the bouquet of glaze lilies he grew just for you. it breaks him even more when you dig into tri-color dango, accept a hat made all the way from snezhanaya, and come home with a bundle of cecilias in your arms. is he not enough? are the riches he's cultivated in his time alive not worthy of your being? tell him, and he'll make things right. he'll completely turn liyue upside down if it means you'll be happy. please don't deny all that he is, all that he's given-- not when it cost him his mind and soul.
childe wouldn't be able to stomach the idea of you refusing his affections, platonic or romantic. he's a touchy-feely sort of person, can't go a day without touching you in some way whether it'd be simple holding or cuddling. the first time you brush him off, he's confused but thinks nothing of it. you're probably just not in the mood, right? he'll try again at a later time, and if you continue to ignore him, he becomes even more desperate by the hour. he becomes irritable at first, and he becomes almost as insufferable as scaramouche with his temper. this stretches on for three days before he actually starts begging and crying, snot dripping from his nose and everything, for you to love him again, to touch his scars and take away the pain that's been ripping at him since he fell into that godforsaken place. don't leave him in that darkness. don't.
albedo has been numbed to many emotions for the longest time, but it hurts him like no other when you look at him with a look of disgust. there's an aching nostalgia that nestles itself underneath his ribcage when you scowl and tell him to get away. albedo isn't sure why it feels like someone's done it to him before. usually, he wouldn't care about the scathing remarks and sneers, but when you do it, he's ready to break down. he hasn't done anything wrong, has he? there's no rational answer for the coldness that comes from you every time he enters the same room as you. you never disliked him before, so what's wrong? he looks at his hands stained with graphite and wonders if you'd like him better if it was stained with blood instead. would you be satisfied then? it's then he'll start wondering if you'd like if it was his or someone else's that would finally appease you.
synopsis: childe loves to stare at you all the time.
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff
childe never gets tired looking at you, not when the morning light illuminates your skin. his gaze never strays from your figure, not when you wrap his scarf around your neck after he offers it. he never wants to takes his eyes off you, not when the snezhnayan snow falls on your eyelashes. you look too perfect to ever let his attention turn away from you.
if he would, he'd glue his eyelids open just to be able to look at you all the time, but you wouldn't be happy with that, would you?
"ajax~" his name rolls off your tongue perfectly, and it leaves him light-headed within your arms. your head is tucked into the crook of his neck, pressing light kisses against his skin. "my ajax."
yes, that's right. he's your ajax. he may be tartaglia, may be childe-- but he's your ajax.
the cold temperature of the room forces you to cuddle closer to him, and there's a sleepy silence that befalls you two. even when childe's eyes feel droopy, he refuses to let them close for longer than a moment, if only to watch your fatigued body lean against him.
his forearms press against your lower back, pressing you to move up on his lap. "snug as a bug, lovely?"
your affirmation comes in the form of a quiet hum, obviously too tired to utter another word after you called out his name in your fit of tired bliss. childe lets out a low chuckle.
"'m sleepy..."
he sends vibrations through your body as he hums, chest rumbling after a warm huff. "it's okay. just sleep if you want to. i won't go anywhere, baby." childe proceeds to rub gentle circles on your back with his left palm. it lulls you to sleep right away.
your light snores echo through the dead air. childe doesn't drift off with you, only opting to keep on watching you under his watchful stare; he wants to savor the moment even when he can see the glow of three pairs of eyes from the crack in the door.
amber, teal, and violet swirl in the darkness, gleaming at him with contempt and jealousy. even as they stare at him with such ferocity, it wouldn't compare to the way he looked at you. eyes blue like the atlantic, ready to drown himself in the ocean of your love.
reactions to you giving them a kiss goodnight ft. genshin cult! zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya
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warning: yandere content, yandere cult
zhongli is thankful for even the lightest of your affections. he revels in the way your lips press against his forehead before you head off to bed for the day. he doesn't make his satisfaction known, simply thanking you before leaving you to retire, but he can't brush off the buzz in his system when you dote on him like that.
he hums, bidding you goodnight as your silhouette falls back into the shadows. his eyes are glazed over like honey, swirling in a trance and replaying your kiss over and over in his head. then he realizes that possibly some of your less reverent acolytes would be getting the same treatment, and zhongli scowls at the thought.
unlike him, they are not worthy of your attention. he has worshipped you for thousands of years, and the work most others have provided thus far can't even amount to the time he spent on his knees, waiting on you hand and foot. why should they be seen as praiseworthy compared to zhongli who not only serves to your every beck and call but has insurrected tradition upon tradition all in your name?
the others do not deserve you by any means, and perhaps it's time he whipped them into shape.
childe's body goes rigid at first. he is not used to the sensation of kindness, especially from a being such as you. he forgets that even if you lust for the rage of battle just as much as he does, you are gentle, you are soft-- you are kind. just as he lowers to his knees, he's hyperaware of the way you hold down onto his shoulders and press your lips on his skin.
once you have gone, he still remains in that position. blood pumps through his veins; he finds it similar to the feeling of blood on his hands and the sting of his wounds. childe licks his dry limps, breathing going ragged and hands shaking. the small taste of your divinity that you gave him creates an addiction that the fatui harbinger wants more of. but he can't disturb you-- at least, not right now.
so he waits there until the break of dawn with bags under his eyes and a grin so eerie that it drives away any other worshippers currently in your abode. he doesn't move, not even flinch, even when zhongli says it's time for him to go. he won't go, not until you give him another one of your kisses, and he'll pile up as many bodies as he can just to receive one.
diluc feels guilty when you whisper to him goodnight followed by a kiss to his jaw. he watches your eyes droop and your head bob while you walk towards him. diluc feels tense when you stand on your tippy-toes, lean on him, and tilt your head just enough to let your lips graze the bottom of his jaw. it leaves him sweating and scared as he hesitantly carries you back to your room after you tell him you're too tired to walk back.
he settles you under the covers before sitting down on a chair beside your bed. he watches your chest move up and down in a rhythm, breath blowing into the air. diluc is apprehensive about reaching for your fingers, but he makes the decision to envelop your hand in his palm anyway. he observes the ridges of your knuckles, and wonders if he deserved the softness of your touch.
perhaps when he was younger, he might've been able to touch you the way he wanted to now. instead of his hands stained black with the faults. he'd accumulated for the past two years, he'd be holding you with the gloves of a pure and valiant knight instead of the dyed leather of a sinner like him. he knows he cannot revere you the way zhongli does or fight for you the way childe does, but he can vow to yo that he'd protect your purity with all his being and to rid the world of all things evil for you to live carefree as he once did. he slips out of your room with a profound determination. before he closes the door though, diluc smiles and whispers for you to have the sweetest dreams. then, he's off again as the darknight hero.
kaeya revels in your affections, practically preening like a peacock. he's quick to gloat about it to zhongli, the number one person he's wanted to piss off since you came to teyvat. his grin is alluring, practically pulling you into maybe giving him one more kiss (two kisses if he decides to be extra suave and flirt with you a bit).
he holds it above everyone’s heads after that point. anyone and everyone awake would be victim to his boasting, mostly the previous geo archon. he’ll be so dramatic about it that he’s waxing poetry just describing a kiss too casual to really be “slow and delicate, like the gentle caress of the winds with the softness of celestia’s clouds.”
alone, kaeya actually daydreams about it. his chest flutters with adoration, and he’s reminded again how entrancing you are. he even dreams of it that night. kaeya dreams of your touch that wants him, your touch that affirms his existence that he’s so despised for years. he feels like he is born anew as someone that finally is loved for who he truly is instead of being just a pretty face and a sly mind. your little goodnight kiss completely validates that you still deem him wanted.
headcannons if you got into an accident before coming to teyvat ft. cult!childe
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of broken bones, mentions of violence
let's say you ended up breaking an arm accidentally on your own before getting yourself isekai'd into genshin.
once you're brought to the teapot, you're carefully tended to by zhongli and other worshippers to check on your injuries. it's during one of zhongli's daily check-up on your arm that childe decides to somehow snake himself into your teapot and tail zhongli all the way to your room even though the ex-archon knows that ginger-haired idiot is following him. he lets him be because he knows childe won't hurt you. that and zhongli has his eyes on you always, so if the fatui wants to try something, he'll cut in right away.
when he sees the state you're in, he's enraged-- practically seething. childe doesn't take kindly to anyone trying to hurt you, even though he views you as someone who gets just as excited as him at the chance of battle. he gets that you must have a lust for the fight as much as he does, but leave the attacking to him. you're far too precious to get your hands dirty.
the moment zhongli leaves after checking up on you and you're left alone does he reveal himself from the shadows. he's too busy glaring at your cast to notice how surprised you are to see him nor does it register that you're asking him how he got in.
he's too busy thinking about how he’s going to murder the son of a bitch that did this to you.
his approach is quiet, almost undetectable if it weren’t for the way his breath heaved with every step towards you. childe eyes you down like a predator coming in for its prey, and you find your limbs immobile by the crushing aura he’s exuding.
his gloved hands reach for you. time slows down as you register the way it looks like they’re about to grab for your fractured arm. you try to flinch away at any contact, but your efforts are ultimately fruitless as he takes a hold of your uninjured arm’s shoulder.
you’re about to call out for zhongli— or anyone for that matter who can make you feel safe— but you feel the way his fingers cut through the air and laid against the hard white layer protecting your broken bone. you fear that he’s going to hurt you, leave you in more pain than you already are.
however, you’re mildly surprised when he ghosts his fingertips over your cast, almost afraid you’d shatter like the glass the moment he touches you. you look into his ocean blue eyes as he continues to stare at the cast adoring your arm. you can see the worry swirling within them, a stark difference to the murderous atmosphere from earlier.
“who did this?” his voice is uncharacteristically soft, something you’ve never imagined the harbinger to be, yet it is still unfeeling. it’s nothing like the way zhongli asked you with his gentle cooing despite the exact feeling of bloodlust oozing out of him.
you stammer out an answer, “no one did this, ajax. it was just an accident on my end.” you explain as calmly as you can. it’s nothing but the truth, but you can see the unshakable will on his face.
he asks you again, and you answer just the same. you opt to put a hand on his cheek, and it barely snaps him out of his trance of whatever it is he’s wishing to murder. childe stays silent after that, not even a grunt or a wheezing inhale comes from him as his attention is fully on your injured limb.
“it’s okay if you don’t tell me,” he whispers, “i’ll just kill whoever i have to until i find out.”
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, violence, slight gore
childe is all kinds of charismatic. it's never a dull moment with him around, and there is always something to be done or fun to be had. that's why he prefers to be the one to entertain you on slow days.
he'll ask permission from zhongli if he can take you out of the teapot, and he'll keep pestering him until the ex-archon eventually gives in. the harbinger would take your hand, pressing a kiss on the back of your palm, and proclaim that it'd be good to have some fun outside.
he would take you around the harbor for a bit, asking if there's some place you want to go, shops you want to visit. don't worry about the budget; he's got everything covered no matter how expensive it might be. he'll pay for all materialistic pleasures you want. it's only the right thing to do.
if there's too many things to carry, he'll have all items taken back to the bank and stored there for safekeeping until you two come to pick it up. after that. he'll ask if you'd like to go adventuring for a bit.
if you say yes, childe will then inquire what kind of game you'd want him to bring back, animal or otherwise. nothing is off the table for him. even if you don't give an answer, he'll just take down the most menacing looking thing he can find. how about the pyro regisvine? it'd be nice to hear you cheer him on as he takes it down. he'll even get you materials at the same time too!
anything and anyone that gets in the way of your time together with him is promptly sliced by his blade or shot down with his arrows. it makes for a good show too, makes him look all reliable and strong. it definitely feeds his ego if you clap after he cuts down an entire group of treasure hoarders on his own.
"did i do well?" childe leans into your touch, cheek grazing your hand. his weapon is discarded to the side in favor of burying his face into your stomach as his arms circle your waist. it's funny how he seems like an actual child the way he clings onto you and asks for praise.
he looks innocent despite the number of bodies piled up behind him. they're not dead, at least, merely knocked out per your request. childe leads your hands into his ginger locks, letting you press your nails into his skin just slightly. he mewls when you do. his grin looks adorable before it turns into something more sinister.
"didn't you like my performance?" he pouts. you answer with a hum.
"you did good, ajax." it feels nice when you say his name. "i look forward to the next one when we go out again."
he grins the brightest at that, azure eyes shining with excitement. he mushes his face to your thighs, a boyish chuckle escaping his lips. "i'll be sure to practice well until then." it sounds so cute, but your mind betrays your perceptions as you can already picture the amount of blood and dust that'd accumulate on his hands.
their reactions if you give them headpats ft. childe, bennett, and kazuha
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of violence
childe needs your praise like drugs. he just can't get enough of it. this harbinger gets instant gratification from your encouraging pats for his, more or less, bloody endeavors. he likes how you acknowledge him as a warrior, your warrior. you praise him for his abilities and for a job well done; it makes him pull you to the battlefield just to see him take down the mightiest of beasts and claim his reward of your affection at the end. your headpats are one of the reasons he lives for. it gives him a strength boost when he needs to battle it out with someone, and it makes him all the more feral knowing his prize for winning is your warm touch. the amount of blood he's spilled for your smile can make a river that stretches from starfell lake all the way to liyue harbor.
bennett feels like his soul ascends to heaven every time you give him your headpats. he's usually very unlikely to complete any orders or tasks without having a few hiccups or a strange result at the very end of all of it, but feeling your hand ruffle his hair and tell me a job well done-- it makes him want to cry. he has many around him give him their reassurances that it's ok to fail, but yours just means so much more to him. he finds his insecurities stop plaguing him for a long period of time when you do this, and it gives him more motivation to do things without feeling bad for a bad outcome. he is a bit scared when you touch him, though. he'd never forgive himself if his bad luck rubbed off on you.
kazuha becomes extremely flustered. his snowy skin always blooms red when you give him headpats for giving you a nice surprise. he says that it's the least you deserve, but it won't exactly stop the warm feeling from blooming in his chest. he uses this praise to create more poems that detail your beauty and divinity. you're so kind, so inviting-- so unlike the world of teyvat that's filled with people waiting to hurt another at any chance. you are the calm reprieve in the midst of a raging storm. all of these and more are scribbled all across parchments stained with ink. he hopes to show you all of them, one day. just make sure to give him headpats for it, okay?
headcannons of where they love to kiss you most ft. albedo, beidou, childe, and diluc
warnings: none!
Albedo
albedo loves kissing your palm when you cup his cheeks. he just love kissing your hands, in general. there's never a day that goes by that he presses a smooch to your knuckles.
aren't your hands just lovely? they hold so much love, create so much life-- how can he not love them? it's a no-brainer for him that he loves your hands so much. whether you have soft skin or calloused palms, he always loves touching them some way.
when you hold hands, he brings his lips to the back of your palm. his kiss is feather-light, sending you tingles all over. after you hand him a cup of coffee in the mornings, he always catches your hands in his before he places a kiss to your knuckles. and when your hands are cold? he'll smooch them all over while warming them up.
days before he proposes to you, he'll actually kiss your left ring finger. he's very subtle about it, but you can feel the unwavering love he has for you when he does it.
"take my hand, love." he whispers in the dimness of your bedroom. your fingers find his under the freezing covers. albedo chuckles when he feels your freezing appendages wrap tightly against his. "just relax and go to sleep. i'll warm you up."
Beidou
beidou takes to kissing your shoulders. she does this often if your shoulders are exposed or if she ever joins you in the shower. it's perfect whether or not you're taller than her because she can kind of reach it anyhow.
she's not exactly sure why, but she thinks it's because of the amount of time you guys cuddle that she's developed a liking to kissing your shoulders. she'll place soft kisses, fleeting kisses, long kisses-- she'll even playfully nip at your skin if she's feeling like teasing you.
she just finds it so fun. it's casual, but it conveys so much compared to any word in the dictionary. beidou just loves how versatile the kiss can be, especially when she's been gone for so long. it's a nice way for her to tell you she's home.
before she leaves, she wraps her arms around you before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. she'll only part from you once all your goodbyes are said and done. she won't stop looking at you as she leaves the harbor. she'll holler for you to wait for her, saying how she'll bring back the prettiest treasure just for you.
"i'll be back soon, ya hear!?" she screams at the top of her lungs. he crew watches her with a few snickers knowing how bad their captain is down for you. "better ready those kisses once i bring you back the shiniest gem in all of teyvat!"
Childe
nose kisses. nose kisses. nose kisses. this man looks like he'd give you nose kisses. he just loves how flustered you look when he does it. it never fails to make him laugh when he pretends to kiss you on your lips, only to swerve up and kiss your nose, instead. you're so cute!
childe loves doting you on this way, mostly because it reminds him of when his mom used to do it for him when he was younger. while wrapped up in too many blankets and quilts, his mother would always kiss the tip of his nose before wishing him goodnight. it made him feel so warm in such a cold and dead wasteland.
now, he does it for you... except, he does it whenever he wants to! he'll kiss you all over your face before he places the las t kiss on your nose. he watches your eyes light up as he feels the blood rushing to your cheeks under his rough palm. it feels so euphoric watching the innocence of his affections leave its effects on you.
childe always kisses your nose before he leaves for work. he even whine that his day isn't complete without it, so please don't get mad if you find him kissing your nose at four in the morning.
"did i wake you?" his voice is uncharacteristically soft for a harbinger, but you muse. he isn't a harbinger right now; he's your ajax. "sorry, didn't mean to. have a long day ahead, just needed my good luck charm. go back to sleep. i'll be home as soon as possible"
Diluc
he kisses your forehead by default. the first thing he does when he sees you is to kiss your forehead. it's like diluc just naturally gravitates to you in order to give you a kiss on the space just above the junction between your eyebrows.
the feeling of his lips pressed against that space just feels so right to him. it just comes naturally that he kisses you there, and he isn't exactly sure why. there's nostalgia behind the kiss too, like he's done it a hundred times before even if he's only kissed you there like two or three times.
when he gets back home from work, he'll smooch your forehead while you're sitting on the couch before kissing you on the lips. the action becomes a tad bit more domestic when you're married.
he's done it in front of your son so many times that your little one has started kissing you on the forehead before giving you a cheek kiss when diluc brings him back home after school. it eventually becomes a regular occurrence for your son to run to you so he can give you a kiss first.
"we're home!" diluc's voice rings within the halls of the manor, followed by the padding of tiny feet against the floor. your son comes barreling into your legs as diluc catches up with the two of you. his fiery red hair tickles your eyelids as he routinely gives you a kiss on your forehead. "how was your day, darling?"
