#gi.albedo

#good job today too

their reactions to you giving them headpats pt.2 ft. zhongli, venti, xiao, and albedo

warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of violence, slight gore

zhongli is overjoyed by your affections. you're praising him and acknowledging all his efforts as someone who serves you, and it give him such a power trip. he feels so high and mighty when you pat his head like a good guard dog, and he's ready to snap his canines at whoever it is that comes close to you. he whispers to himself while you press the pads your fingers against his head. no one else deserves this than him. he's worked harder than any other, so be sure to praise him to the fullest.

venti feels calm when he feels the massage of your fingers against his scalp. it feels so much more refreshing than the brush of wind against his skin. it feels invigorating but relaxing. it feels strange but familiar. what a miracle you are to be a perfect juxtaposition. well, you are his god; you are a juxtaposition and more-- you are everything. he thanks you for the praise, and he promises to finally work even harder for you. he'll eve sing until his throat bleeds if that's what it takes.

xiao's pain washes away the moment you touch him. how fitting for a god, he thinks. to cleanse him of all his sins and even give him well-deserved praise really does sound like what a kind deity like you would do. for once, his head doesn't ring with deafening screams and static that haunt him from day to day. he feels thankful to have met you, to have you touch him so tenderly. he's never known love, did not know kindness until you. so please touch him once again. don't dare stop until he's satisfied, unless you want him slaughtering thousands just to have you touch him again.

albedo accepts it with grace like a prince. his long eyelashes flutter close as he sinks to his knees. his head is bowed to make sure you can give him a nice and firm pat to his fluffy hair. he's not tired of the good progress, but he starts to feel the weariness in his bones as you tell him that he did a good job. there is so much more he wishes to do to further progress his research, but he's stopped in his tracks by none other than you, lovely you. how can he go back when you make him want to stay? he's sure that the trash that rudely bumped into you the other day could wait. albedo's sure they can withstand all the chemicals he pumped into them until daybreak.

#can't and won't

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.

#dust from dust

general headcannons for cult!albedo

warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of violence, drugging, torture

albedo is aloof, uninterested, for a majority of the time. most of mondstadt's citizens know that curiosity is the only thing than can put a gleam in his eyes, but when they see how he's too lost in thought, there is unenviable affection that pools within his teal irises for reasons unknown. however, it is truly a wonder when he is so taken with you?

he doesn't require rest like a normal human would, but on nights where he feels too complacent with the lack of activities to do, he sits himself down in front of his sketchpad and take a piece of charcoal into his hands. his fingers methodically strike line after line onto the pages, and in his mind's eye, he sees you.

the reason as to how he can see you is unknown to him, but he surely knows how to tap into it to work in his favor. sometimes, he doesn't see your face but the ceiling or a place completely unfamiliar to him; other times, he's blessed enough to catch your visage for a quick moment.

he's done it so many times that stacks upon stacks of drawings and paintings of you fill up the storage of his home, perhaps too much to the point that even klee's scared of the seemingly unsurmountable piles of paper.

before you had been transported to teyvat, he had the routine of picking cecilias and putting them in a vase by his windowsill. as childish as it may seem, albedo has always believed that with this humble offering, perhaps dragonspine would get just a little bit warmer for him to explore or for the day to be fruitful with new information and discoveries by yours truly.

he does the same still once in a while when he gets to visit you in your teapot. he takes with him a bouquet of the same flowers, treated to last longer than the usual cecilia. he gets permission from zhongli to be able to wake you and setting his gift in a vase in your room. the smile on your face from his simple gesture is enough to let him brace the cutting cold of the snowy mountain he resides in for the majority of his research.

#let it all burn away

their reactions if you died ft. cult!albedo, xingqiu, and ningguang

warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, major character death mention, angst, hurt no comfort, violence

albedo feels as if the world is crumbling before his very eyes. this vision also may turn true to many because the moment after he hears of your passing, mondstadt goes up in flames. civilians flee to all corners of the region to get away from the rubble and smoke. the knights barely hold up against their former comrade as he rampages through the city. his mind is in disarray, nothing like the calm and cool-headed albedo from before. in the middle of all the chaos, he kneels against the stone and concrete, and with a deafening scream, time comes to a stop as he self-destructs. the creator has passed, and like the creation he is, he goes down with you. together, you both become chalk, one day to live once more and meet again.

xingqiu loses his will to pursue anything. he no longer believes in working towards his hopes and dreams, simply because you aren't there to see him make you proud. merely a week after losing you, he retracts from being a guhua disciple. even when the older disciples degrade him and try to make him stay, his face is blank like paper with the tear stains resembling washed-up ink. after that, he becomes a hermit, even refusing to talk to chongyun and his other friends. he lives the rest of his life, writing books centered in the sorrow of losing you. they become hits, but what's the use if you're not there to tell him he did good?

ningguang drowns herself into work, pushing herself to the very limits if it means she can make liyue safer and better than what it is now. she refuses to believe you've left her. she once again feels like that child on yaoguang shoal just scrambling to get by. she becomes even stricter, much colder. she becomes a ningguang that isn't warm. as her pen shakes when she trembles and her vision goes blurry from exhaustion, she wonders if she works hard enough, you'll come back. she'll come back to your teapot as you tell her that she did a good job, that you're home and never leaving again. in the dead of night, she hopes that if her efforts were good enough in your eyes, you'll come back. you will, won't you?

#you are everything

synopsis: for as long as he can remember, he's never felt the cold of snow or the burn of a flame, but when you touch him, he feels all kinds of things.

warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff

the sensation of your fingertips fluttering down his sides makes him shiver— a feat not even the eternal winter of dragonspine could achieve. you arms wrap around his middle, head pressing against his chest. he doesn't have a heart— not really— but it drums against his ribcage like howling winds through his hollow chest. his cheeks are dusted pink along with the tips of his ears.

the hum you let out against his torso sends tingles down his spine. its' the first time he's felt his body ever react to anything other than pain, and it fills him with wonder to what else you could make him feel. albedo is silent, but you can feel the desperation in his intentions when he holds you more firmly against him.

he doesn't want to let you go, wants to keep you all to himself. it feels right when he's the only one with you in the room, feels like he's the only one worthy enough to love you. albedo feels the answers of the universe come to him in the moments you hold him so closely, and he knows it's you. all his reason for living is you.

"touch me more," he whispers. the blond finds your hands tracing the star on his neck and tugging at the tips of his sandy blond hair. serotonin shoots inside his head at the feeling of your lips finding its way to the underside of his jaw. it makes heat stretch across his muscles, seeping into his bones as if he's being cooked inside a furnace.

albedo indulges in your tender affections because it's nothing like he's ever felt before. it makes him feel alive, as if he was truly living his life for the first time. every time you touch him, it's a whole new experience. he likes the curiosity that sparks in his eyes when he figures out what it is that you do to him that makes him feel all these different kinds of reactions.

simply brilliant.

#here and there

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."

—synopsis: headcannons of modern!albedo who you've been crushing on

—warnings: mentions of unrequited love

—note: modern!albedo bc i can see him in the comfiest, largest sweaters and light academia wear ever. super self-indulgent because i love him

albedo is the guy you always seem to notice from the corner of your eye. you always seem to cross him on your way back home, passing by the library he frequents. he's always dressed so nicely in his light academia aesthetic— always seeing him in comfy sweaters, checkered pants, wool vests, black slacks, and button-ups. on relatively warm days, you'll catch his sleeves folded up to his elbows. you don't admit it, but you always get a little flustered when he does that.

his blond hair always comes out looking disheveled but neat enough to be presentable when he's had a field day between the tall shelves, researching and researching. you know he'd been in there for hours after you see him coming in early; that late afternoon on the same day, you spot him leaving with rose-gold framed glasses that you admit fit him all too well.

you've never talked to him, never even approached him once. to you, he's nothing more than the beautiful stranger whose schedule you overlap with frequently, a beautiful stranger who you daydream about before you sleep. it's nothing harmful, you think. it's nothing more than harmless dreaming about "what-if" scenarios that should be used as tropes in a book. after all, there was no way he'd ever like you.