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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

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pherre · 4 months

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honestly i think it would be a better ending if it was slowly foreshadowed and prepared for over the course of the last season instead of tacked on at the end bc it feels so jarring after the last ep of s5. its like "alison you shouldn't go and here's why" and then the next episode its "no actually you should go"

#bbc ghosts #i like that ending IN THEORY #i love a bittersweet ending and its clearly not goodbye forever #but i feel like i just watched julian give a tearful speech about how having alison around changed their lives and now this?#it could work but rn it doesnt. for me #ghosts spoilers #edit: i dont know if i would be entirely happy with the hotel even if the build up was there but then again. thats a big what if

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ghost-bard · 5 months

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Thinking about how q slime was one of the first to leave for the boat bc he needed to get home to flippa…

It’s not like he was ever close to any of the other eggs, or to any of the residents. Yes he has his fun with them, but when it mattered most he didn’t get any help, at least not the help he needed, and no one pushed hard enough and quick enough for him to truly acknowledge what he needed.

Hes not a good person, certainly not, but is anyone on the island really a good person?

And in the two weeks that he became so close with all of team bolas, in his mind it’s still him versus everyone.

It’s not that he doesn’t care for the other eggs, but none of them are flippa, and if they aren’t her then whats the point in risking his life for one that doesn’t matter.

It’s not out of cowardice that he ran, he doesn’t really care about his own life, it’s about making sure that juanaflippa isn’t alone, making sure she’s safe.

Even though in the end, he knows she’s not his juanaflippa, it’s still something, someone, to live for.

#qsmp purgatory #qsmp #quackity smp #quesadilla island #egg island #qsmp slimecicle #q slimecicle #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #juanaflippa the egg #juanaflippa #also the fact he tried to comfort tallulah and she didnt notice him is kinda bittersweet #going from like. slimes pov to foolishs is crazy #slime just running to the boat #foolish yelling for leo :((( trying to give her a totem :((#it makes me unwell i gen cant finish a the clip of him yelling and trying to give leo a totem #it’s heart wrenching

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no-see-um-incorrect · 21 days

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Me earlier: this day is making me feel like shit, everything is going wrong, I don’t feel good

Me: ………this. This is better

#the Day turned around so quickly it could give me whiplash #yuurivoice #bittersweet trio #I am very normal about this

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yaxinqs · 2 months

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spoilers for xavier's 3rd anecdote and "fun handmade" in the time tour event i guess??

i need to sob over this real quick feel free to skip i'm just writing my thoughts & reaction down ;w;

i read this and like what do you mean we made a star pendant AGAIN but in this reincarnation...

and then the talk about it being a lucky charm when in the anecdote they were talking about wishing upon a star which is also mentioned,,,, also the charm being identical to the one xavier already has is so cute they're matching wahhh

and what do you mean you coincidentally made a wooden sword??? and he gives it to us too so xavier has had a wooden sword with a star pendant and now we have one as well,,,

and right after he says this oh my godddd

i immediately thought of xavier's shooting star that "made a promise to us" in the anecdote

i thought this event was supposed to be fun and cute but THIS conversation in particular just has me crying fr if i was xavier it would've been a pang in the heart like... that feeling of déjà-vu (combined with everything else we know about xavier's lore involving mc) would give me a whole rollercoaster of emotions ✋

also linkon mc being similar (with the whole star pendant stuff and other) to the others but not QUITE is so??????? it's like same character different font and i'm living for it, it's so wholesome to think about

#no one talk to me i'm in shambles #he 100% collects stuff mc gives him i swear #looking at it would be so bittersweet #i can't #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #shen xinghui #lnds #lnds xavier #xavier #ly ★ sxh

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lover-of-mine · 6 months

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i'll come tackle the monsters

Pairing: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz (911)

Word Count: exactly 4.5k lol

But Buck didn't seem ready to talk. He just shifted, moving so he could drop his head to Eddie's shoulder, before nodding slightly and hiding his face on his neck. That is also new, Buck allowing himself to seek comfort. So Eddie waits, lets his hand find Buck's hair, fingers lazily moving through it until he relaxes against him. “I thought you were dead,” Buck mumbles into his skin, still hiding, almost as if he's hoping that if he stays like this, it can't hurt him. “It was just a bad dream,” Eddie tries to reassure him, fingers still moving on his hair, but he shakes his head. “No, not- not now, I mean, yes, in the dream too, but when you- I thought you were dead. You went down and you were looking at me, but then you weren't and I- I thought you were dead,” Buck explains and Eddie breathes out a soft oh once he understands what he means. “We never talked about it, about how it was for you,” he says, carefully, because even if Buck seems to be in a more open mood, he knows how fast he can shut down. or Buck has a nightmare and they talk about the shooting.

read it on ao3

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vimbry · 19 days

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I was also the most inexplicably melancholy child. like, not that I didn't have fun, but I had a weird sense of awareness of experiencing things like playgrounds or tv shows for toddlers and thinking - not in sophisticated terms I could properly conceptualise at the time, but along the lines of a sentiment like - "pretty soon I'll be older and look back on this nostalgically." and you know what. I do.

#there was a long logo at the beginning of some video tapes I had when I was super little #that had a somewhat downbeat synth-choral jingle #and it always used to give me this profound sadness bc I always felt like I was rapidly outgrowing things #and the music sounded comfortingly bittersweet #baby me are you good.#I know that sounds extremely pretentious and ''that happened'' material but I'm certain a Lot of people felt this way as kids somehow

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 11 months

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trying to imagine what a Welcome Home ending would look like (which is extremely stupid lmao considering we dont know shit about jack yet), and it's just... huh.

i doubt it's going to take the "the puppets are turned into humans and they join the real world" route (and if it does, then cool! that'd be sick as fuck!), so what would a happy ending look like for them? would they get a little sanctuary to live freely in? is there a secret world of living puppets out there somewhere?

what if its a tragic ending? the puppets either are repurposed for a new show, or stripped of their Awareness, or become inanimate objects - normal puppets? what if they just straight up fade away?

or a bittersweet ending? they renew the show in order to stay alive and together, but they're forced to return to their old lives & routines? or it's ambiguous and we don't actually see what happens after a certain point - where the ending for the audience comes before the puppet's real endgame; it's not for us to see/know, they get an unobserved close to the story.

its simultaneously fascinating and distressing to think about.

#i have an inkling its gonna be that last bittersweet one but WHO KNOWS NOT FUCKIN ME!!!#for all we know theres a secret option none of us will ever consider #and then clown'll pull it outta thin air and we'll all be like OHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT!!!!#yknow? yah?#plot twist: wally turns the entire world into puppets #i just!!! i just have thoughts!#thinking about WH ending gives me that specific bittersweet/nostalgia/dread/anticipation emotion combo i still cant name #i have to shake myself by the shoulders and screech You Have Literal Fucking Years Before It Ends. Probably. Shut The Fuck Up And Vibe.#unfortunately my brain is Incapable of shutting up and i have the compulsive need to guess the ending of everything i watch/read/enjoy #welcome home theory #welcome home speculation #honestly thinking about that last option makes me so emotional #bc it is what they deserve. they were constantly Observed and Watched and theyre still being Watched and they deserve peace and freedom #BUT AGAIN WHO KNOWS!!! WE DONT KNOW HOW THIS STORY IS GONNA UNFOLD!#what twists and turns and Developments and Evolutions it'll take #i need to chill. i need to calm down about this project. i need to go camping for a week with not a hint of cell service #i need to be on a train north. please. please-

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