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A Balladeer who dreamed

A sort of prequel to all of the Scara pieces I made

In a time before you would make your permanent arrival upon Teyvat, an event occurred before you had gotten a chance to play the game.

One which resulted in the 6th harbinger sleeping softly on a beach, coincidentally not too geographically far from where the Traveler and yourself would eventually wake up. Though marks in the sand imply that his slumber was not so peaceful at first, he now lies still. Breath slow and steady, face half buried on the sand, but no signs of discomfort of any kind are present.

He stood at what seemed to be a throne of some kind. Though the surroundings were quite, surreal. In fact, there was only void. The platform where the throne sat led nowhere, columns rose far in front reaching nowhere. The throne was made of the same material as everything else. A pale, stone like texture yet it pulsed and writhed like the figure sleeping upon the throne itself.

You lay asleep, though not quite soundly, your face was contorted in worry and anguish, small noises of unease would come from you in this otherwise deafening silence.

Hesitantly, Scaramouche makes his way towards your sleeping figure. As he gets closer, the sheer size of the throne dawns on him. You could fit a mattress for two comfortably on the thing, and yet there you lay, sleeping on the armrest like one would a normal couch.

Unconsciously, Scara reaches a hand out to your figure

“You”

A voice echoes all around him, causing him to flinch away from touching you.

A figure seems to slip in from the very blackness surrounding this place. Before manifesting into the figure of a woman. Long dark hair and near sickly pale skin wear a dark dress seemingly woven from the night sky itself. The fabric, though seeming quite thin, obscures even the shape of the woman wearing it. The only distinct piece they wore was an amulet vaguely resembling a jagged vortex, emitting a soft purple glow at its centre.

Her expression is neutral, not quite harsh, not quite soft. Deep dark night coloured eyes gaze upon and seem to lay all of his secrets bare. Yet Scara can’t bring himself to look away.

“Who are you”

Their voice echoes all around, yet is still barely above a whisper.

“I am… The Balladeer”

Never in his life has he met someone so non threatening yet so incredibly intimidating.

“How did you reach this place”

“I… I don’t, remember” he bows his head, almost as if in shame

The woman approaches him, and when he lifts his head again, her expression has changed to a softer one.

“All I remember, is… I was having a nightmare, I think.”

“I see” is all she replies, before stepping past him and towards your restless form. She lays a gentle hand upon your head, instantly your expression relaxes. She turns back towards him before continuing

“This place is a realm of thought, here, they replay their own nightmare over and over again. It’s not surprising that even now, they’d still seek to help someone even while they’re unconscious”

A protest bubbles up in the Balladeer’s throat, but he cannot bring himself to say it aloud.

“You are a native of Teyvat, I presume?”

He nods his head

“Then may I ask you one small favour?”

He nods again

“Look after my youngest sibling” she pauses to look down at you, still fast asleep, clutching onto something underneath your head rather tightly.

“Knowing them, they’ll overexert the use of a power they don’t have full control over yet, and as much as they insist that they can go out on their own, I still worry.”

“And what would I get in exchange?”

At this, she rises to her feet, regaining that subtle aura of intimidation.

“As the Void Mother, I’m not quite sure what a material being could possibly want of me. But I’m sure you could think of something, and when you do, then I’ll do what I can”

Scaramouche ponders for a minute, before replying

“What makes you think I’d be any good at protecting them?”

“Are you a sword, Balladeer?”

He does not answer, as much as he wants to say no, he knows what he’s capa-

“Then it should be no surprise that you’re capable of more then just hurting people, no need to be afraid of yourself” she speaks, a sly smile gracing her lips

Before he can even ask how she could’ve done that, a vortex of shadows manifests at his feet, beginning to drag him within

“You still have time to consider Balladeer, do think it over for me, would you?”

The gentle sound of waves lapping at the sand greets him back to the land of consciousness. Dreary and confused, Scaramouche begins to rise slowly, but recoils at the sensation of something clutched in his hand.

A small amulet, bearing a strange, jagged vortex symbol, is found when he checks beneath his palm. Upon picking it up and examining it, everything rushes back to him at once.

The Harbinger sighs, wrapping the amulet around his neck and tucking it beneath his shirt before looking around the small island

It would seem he had much to consider

@nicebonescomrade COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

❝ PINK. PINK. PINK. ❞

⌗ Hate is a powerful emotion. But not by itself.

ㅤYou don’t remember anything. Nothing except you were fighting against them. But ... What happened next?

ㅤYou don’t know. All you remember is white filled your vision and then everything went black. And then ... You woke up in another world with Akumu.

ㅤA new world to destroy.

ㅤYou were ecstatic at the thought of stealing even more souls in this new dimension. So much so – that you completely forgot about the battle with the skeletons.

ㅤThough it took you a few minutes to render what was going on and getting used to being in this world, you were still as excited as ever – a beaming smile plastered on your face as if you did nothing wrong.

ㅤAkumu seemed to react alongside you, bouncing around with a grin. You two were quite literally jumping around at the thought of stealing even more souls!

ㅤAfter all, this is a new world, right? Then that means that there’s so much more monsters and humans here! Your eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy at the grassy landscape before you.

ㅤOh how you can’t wait to destroy everything!

ㅤThe pink gradient in your hair glowed and the statues of you lit up as a sign of your happiness, but neither you or Akumu notice because of joy.

ㅤAs you calm down and think about what you’re about to do, you look around your surroundings and skip towards some sort of nation built with stone walls around.

ㅤAs you arrive, your eyes glitter when you see so many people. ‘This is going to be so fun!’ you though to yourself before you get interrupted by a shout. A shout directed at you.

ㅤYour eyes widen when you hear the people scream profanities at you, rotten fruits being thrown in your direction. You don’t get it, isn’t this a new world? They shouldn’t know you or your past crimes, so why are they insulting you?

ㅤYour hate grows stronger. ‘They all deserve what they’re about to get anyway.’ you growled under your breath, Akumu seeming to be reacting with you as it dodges the moldy apples.

ㅤYou, once again, get interrupted by multiple people – in knight armor – running towards you. Your eyes widen in shock, but Akumu summons a shield for you to protect yourself from their blows just in time.

ㅤThe citizens step back in surprise, how did you do that? That’s not possible! You’re an impostor, you should have no such power!

ㅤBut that doesn’t give them the assumption that you are the Creator. Why? Because the ancient scrolls never mentioned anything about your power or how it works. Nobody has ever seen it.

ㅤAfter all, they were already blinded by their devotion to not recognize you as their one and only Creator, let alone notice that your abilities are far too powerful to be an impostor’s doing.

ㅤYou dodge their weak attacks before they use their vision. ‘What the?! They’re humans, how is that even possible-?!’ you think to yourself as you attack back.

ㅤYou don’t think anymore as you use Akumu as a weapon, your signature scythe. You land a hit on most of them as Jean tries to come up from behind before you knock her back, hitting against a hard wall with a fatal injury on her stomach.

ㅤThey only try harder, you almost killing them with a life threatening injury if they don’t get treated right away. Speaking of, healers surround the injured and unconscious people while you fight those who are still battling.

ㅤ‘This is tedious.’ you thought as you slash the rest of the knights in various areas. Stomach, arm, face, you name it.

ㅤAs you glare at them, they are left terrified and confused when you leave Mondstadt’s gates to head to another nation to give them your best impression of your abilities.

ㅤAfter all, you didn’t want to just steal their souls now. Not yet, as it is too early. Sure, you may or may not have given them hallucinations (that you control), but they should be grateful they even have a soul for now.

ㅤPerhaps another time.

━━  ⌗ NOTES ⵓ @byulla-ponk, @gunterdon, I did it ... Betty! Reader is here now and I feel like I’ll make more parts of this in each nation and maybe more stuff.

To the people who have read this random fic I just made, if you don’t know what Undertale/Glitchtale is then sucks for you because you may or may not be left confused.

— ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ, ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ

✧ notes ; The Tsaritsa, Childe / Foul Legacy, Zhongli, Ei, Venti | Imposter AU ✧ warnings ; blood, graphic injury, electrocution

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Hi, I really love your works, they make me so soft(and cry). I really did get a brain wyrm with your last work, the council of gods, and I hope you don't mind me sharing. Just, you know how in imposter aus, there will be at least 1 or 2 characters that will be on readers side? How about for Imp, that's Kazuha (who has never felt comfortable with the imposter!God, the wind so cold and quiet around them) and Tomo(who is still alive because Imp might or might not have accidentally done something through teyvat). Just, these two having Imp's back whenever possible. (And maybe when Mari asks if anyone wants to phone home, everyone gets a shock seeing an alive Tomo.) ty for reading this blurb, I hope you have a good day!

Shameless plug for @fuwon but if you want more imposter au + kazoo and tomo read their story (here) pls it's amazingly yummy and deserves the world.

unsure if i can count this as a part two but who cares lol. This isn't edited and it was highkey rushed but alsdfkjsd;flkasdjfsdl writing is hard <3 (o h, that's why it took so long, it's almost as long as the first part-)

A Council of Gods: Part Two

warnings: Cult behaviors, fluff :>

"Oh, hey Mari? Can I- like - tell my acolytes where I am?" Emi scratched their head with an embarrassed grin, "They're probably freaking out right now."

The four gods, and the puppet, were in a lounging area. The puppet and Imp were playing miscellaneous games by the fire, Mari was sprawled across the rocking chair, Arte was reading a book they'd found about the Fatui.

Mari nodded with a soft smile, "Of course, Arte, would you like to do the same?"

"Huh? Oh," Arte startled from their book, "Yeah I need to." They smiled, "I'm sure they're ready to tear the archons apart."

Imp looked up from their game with the puppet, "Uh..." They fumbled with their new clothes, "Can I... call someone from my world?"

All eyes turned to them and Imp's breath caught in their throat.

Mari noticed how they froze and softened their gaze and tone, "You have someone from your world you'd like to talk to?"

Imp paused but nodded, "Mhm." They hummed.

Mari sighed, "As long as they don't hurt you, then of course you can." They said with a motherly smile.

Arte shut their book with a snap, "If they hurt you I'll hurt them ten times worse." They spat with a strained grin.

Emi giggled and pat Imp's head softly, "They won't even be able to touch you with us around."

Imp frowned, "Well, I like them, and they helped me run away from the fake god and the archons." A faraway look overcame their eyes and a frown tugged down at their lips, "They were ready to do anything for me."

"Well, I can bring your acolytes here now if you wish." Mari stood with a smile, "I'd prefer for you to not go back to your world to meet them. Acolytes can be overbearing, especially after you've been reincarnated." Mari chuckled, "If you went back home I doubt they'd let you come back."

"I'm fine with that." Emi beamed and Arte agreed.

"Now," Mari clapped and four of their realm dispatches appeared in their hands, "Who would you like to send these to?"

Emi had a hard time choosing, though eventually settled on Diluc (they wanted to choose Zhongli but Imp was barely able to stop shaking with one Zhongli around). Arte didn't struggle at all, immediately asking if they could see the Tsaritsa (their cheeks were dusted with a faint pink when they thought about her. It was hilariously cute). And Imp, surprisingly, didn't struggle either. They asked for Kazuha.

Mari nodded with a bright golden smile and the dispatches disappeared, "They should be here soon, they'll appear in the throne room so let's go there to wait for them."

The three others agreed, the puppet followed, casually holding Imp's hand as they walked through the halls. Imp got easily afraid of the acolytes walking around, but holding the puppet's hand made them feel grounded and the puppet never minded.

The five of them waited excitedly for their acolytes to arrive, Imp in particular was silently vibrating in anticipation. They were no longer able to focus on anything but tightly holding the puppet's hands and quietly flicking their eyes to the spot where they had first arrived.

A small white-ish blue light flickered in the spot and two guys appeared. A slightly taller blond holding onto the other's shoulder, who was holding the dispatch in his (unbandaged?) hand.

"Kazuha! Tomo!" Imp shouted, scrambling up and flinging themself onto them, "I missed you two! I'm glad you're both okay."

"Ah! Your grace!" Tomo shouted, "You're okay?"

Tears pricked Kazuha's eyes and Tomo's looked near watery.

"We were so worried about you!" Kazuha sniffled, "We thought- we thought the crow had gotten you."

Imp shook their head with a wide grin, "No, they didn't get me." They turned to the other three gods and the puppet, "Mari," They gestured to them, "Brought me here. They are a god of a different Teyvat, the one we're in right now..." Imp faltered as they looked between the three other gods, "Why do you guys look so..." Imp trailed off, nervousness gripping their veins. Even the puppet looked shocked.

"Tomo's..." Emi approached, staring at him. Their gaze flicked over to Imp, "How is he..."

"Oh!" Imp shouted, panicked, "I- uh- I don't know how I just kinda... accidentally, uhm... interrupted his duel... with the shogun..."

"You what?" Emi and the Puppet shouted, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

Imp flinched back and Kazuha steadied them, "I arrived to Teyvat at the starting area but I had my map and I wanted to go to Inazuma 'cause it had just come out and- and I saw Tomo about to get executed so I- I just- I didn't think and just ran forwards and the Shogun immediately stopped when she saw me!" Imp's hands were shaking, all of the words had tumbled out without any thought or breaks from their panic.

"Your grace," Tomo grabbed their face with his hands and squeezed lightly, "Calm down."

When he tugged on their cheeks they couldn't help but smile, "There ya go," Tomo grinned, "You're alright your grace. I've always told you that you'll be alright."

"I never thought that..." Mari hummed, standing from their throne, "I'm surprised Tomo is alive. It's nice to formally meet you both Tomo and Kazuha. I am grateful to the both of you for treating my friend here so."

Tomo and Kazuha could feel their godly presence. It wasn’t the same as their god, who had touched them with their Divine Gaze, but this world cherished the being in front of them. That much they could tell, so the two bowed.

“We are merely doing what loyal acolytes should.” Kazuha said, rising from his bowing, “The others in our world are fools for following the first sign of godhood, and they hold too tightly to the fake god.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Mari nodded, “One day we shall deal with that, but now is not the time.”

There was another flash of white-blue-ish light and the room temperature dropped significantly. The Tsaritsa stood tall in all her terrifying and blood-filled glory.

Though, as soon as they saw her, Arte launched themselves into her arms with no fear, giggling like a madman.

“Tsaritsa! Here you are! Haha! I’ve missed you.” They clung onto her tightly, and the poor Tsaritsa looked so confused as she glanced around at everyone in the room, but she held onto Arte just as tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re alright, your grace.” She held their face in her hands, though the gesture was far more intimate, “I was so worried for you, we all were.”

Emi leaned in towards Imp and Mari, muttering, “If they start making out I’m gonna throw my shoe at them.”

Imp chuckled, “I’ll burst into tears.”

Mari raised a brow but grinned all the same, “I’ll kick them out of my throne room if they do.”

Emi giggled and Arte looked over suspiciously. To which Emi and Imp looked away, and Mari merely smiled innocently.

Arte introduced the Tsaritsa to everyone in the room, including Kazuha and Tomo. The Tsaritsa bowed to the gods and thanked them for taking care of Arte.

“Thanks to you as well,” Mari said with a warm smile, “I’ve heard of Arte’s situation and I am glad that in their world they have a home to call their own.”

The Tsaritsa nodded, holding onto Arte’s hands, “As am I.”

Somehow, Mari and the Tsaritsa immediately dove into conversation pertaining to the harbingers and Mari’s puppet. Which the Puppet was very embarrassed about, hiding their face in their hands and leaning against Imp with a groan. Imp merely giggled at their suffering.

Emi, though, was getting antsy. Where was their acolyte? Their world was the most “normal” but at the same time the entirety of their Teyvat probably went insane when Emi went missing. In the short time Emi was gone, did they already destroy Teyvat trying to find them? Emi nervously bit their nail as the possibilities ran through their mind.

Luckily, the thoughts dissipated as a white-blue-ish light flickered in the room. But instead of Diluc, it was Kaeya holding a small pink bundle of fur in his arms. A… ticked off pink bundle of fur in his arms.

The little thing hopped out of his arms and Yae Miko appeared with an indignant puff, “Apologies, your graces,” She bowed, “For not getting Diluc. He is an unnecessarily suspicious and stubborn individual.”

Kaeya blinked at the once-fox-now-woman but shook himself out of his stupor at the sight of his god (and more?)

“Your grace!” He approached them and bowed lowly, grabbing their hand with a relieved sigh, “It relieves me to know that you are alright. The entirety of Teyvat was so worried for you.” He lifts himself up and grins brightly at Emi.

Emi smiles back, “Aha, is everything alright back at home? I was worried that you would all freak out because of this.”

Kaeya hummed, “It’s… well, we were all worried for you and… okay, the archons - not naming names but the electro and hydro archons - are trying to start up another archon war because they think one of the other archons have taken you-” Kaeya sighed, “It’s a whole, awful, completely unnecessary situation.”

Emi sighed loudly and smacked their forehead, “It hasn’t even been a full day yet,” They groaned.

“I’ve tried to get Ei to calm down,” Yae Miko frowned, “But whenever it comes to you, your grace, it seems as though all sense of reasoning just disappears from the archons.”

Emi huffed, and turned to the three other gods and the puppet with an apologetic smile, “I should probably go back home for a bit, or else I’ll come back to no Teyvat at all.” They smiled but their worried eyes told that they didn’t think it was a joke, “I had a nice time and will come back when I can. I just have to use the realm dispatch to come back?”

Mari nodded, “The same way you first came here. You can leave by tapping the dispatch again, it’ll automatically return you home.”

Emi nodded and grabbed Kaeya and Yae Miko’s hands, “Alright, thank you so much for all of this, and see you all soon!”

“Thank you for taking care of our grace, your highness,” Yae Miko bowed and Kaeya followed suit, also thanking Mari.

“See you Emi!” They all called after her, waving as they and their acolytes disappeared.

Arte and the Tsaritsa immediately lost themselves in conversation with one another. Arte worrying over the harbingers as though they were their children, and the Tsaritsa revealing how Tartaglia threw a tantrum when Arte went missing (the Tsaritsa also threw a tantrum but that’s besides the point).

Imp, on the other hand, yawned.

“Are you tired, your grace?” Kazuha asked, “I assume it’s been a long day for you, hasn’t it?”

Imp nodded and hummed in agreement.

“Here, I can show them to their room,” Puppet offered, “You two are free to come with..?” They trailed off, glancing at Mari for permission.

Mari nodded, “I’ll come as well, it’s about time to go to bed anyways.” They looked back at Arte and the Tsaritsa and called out, “You hear that lovebirds? We’re going to bed!”

Arte and the Tsaritsa turned. Arte giggled and pulled the Tsaritsa along by the hand.

When Arte and the Tsaritsa went into their room, the Puppet practically pleaded with them to “Be quiet, these walls are thin.”

To which Mari giggled and looked away but didn’t say anything. Arte’s face heated up a bit but they nodded in agreement.

Imp eagerly entered their room, Tomo splayed across the couch with a tired sigh and Kazuha carefully sat next to him. Imp paused and sat in between Tomo and Kazuha.

“I don’t wanna sleep alone, if that’s okay with you two?” They asked.

“Of course your grace.” Tomo patted their head, “It’s no different from camping outside. Well, other than this is a lot fancier than that.” He chuckled.

Imp hummed. After much emotional stress, they finally had a moment to rest in comfort and familiarity with their head leaning against Tomo's shoulder and Kazuha's head leaning against theirs. They were out like a light, snoring lightly.

Mari, who was leaning against the doorframe, hummed quietly, "Tomo's not your actual name, is it?"

Tomo chuckled and whispered, "No, it's not. But they called out to me on that day with so much panic and yet so happy to see me. And they called me friend I just..." He looked at them with an affectionate smile, "couldn't tell them my actual name.

I want them to call me that, always."

imagine a bunch of readers from the different sagau aus finding themselves to be in a white void with a table that's big enough for all of them to sit at

and then they just start to talk about the things that happen in their aus and just kinda

chill, i guess?

my brain has dubbed this idea "a council of gods"

A COUNCIL OF GODS!!!!!

soft au + imposter au + fatui au + puppet au

!!!To lessen confusion I have given them temporary names: Soft au- Emi (Demiurge. I went on a long google search for that name), Imposter au - Imp (short for imposter, also little Imp), Fatui au - Arte (Commedia dell'Arte), Puppet au - Mari (short for Mariposa, also Mother Mary)!!!

*~A/n: I know I say "I got out of hand with this" but this has to be one of the most out of hand i've ever out of handed. I wrote this all in one night with a headache on a school night. I make bad decisions but it's done there will probably be a part two because i love this very much.

Warnings: Mentions of mal-treatment, malnourishment, wounds, scars, other than that fluff :D

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this but instead of a white void, one day, Soft au -Emi-, Imposter au - Imp -, and Fatui au - Arte - find a stray fox.

-Emi has no problem following it, wandering away from their acolytes easily.

-Imp and the fox run away together desperately, sneaking around. Their hand digs into the soft fur of the fox, searching for comfort. They're breathing heavily as their heart is ready to beat out of their chest.

-Arte finds the fox in the snow of Snezhnaya. They run outside of the palace to follow it, the agents too afraid to stop you and the harbingers nowhere around to stop you. Not like you'd let them stop you, you haven't seen a fox in a long time, especially one so close to the palace!

When the three find the fox in their separate worlds, the fox leads the gods to an odd object. The fox circles it as they pick it up.

A realm dispatch?

The three narrow their eyes, confused. There was a different symbol on it, similar to Enkanomiya's symbol but different...

The fox placed her paw on the center of the object, right where the symbol was, and stared at her god expectantly. Hesitantly, the three touched the symbol.

For a moment, nothing happened, until a void overtook their senses and all they could see was the stars.

The three were teleporting.

The void dissipated and the three stood side-by-side in a grand throne room

-Emi had the most docile reaction, drinking in everything around them calmly. When their eyes landed on the people beside them, they waved with a confused smile.

-Arte raised a brow at the wave, their limbs freezing up though they had a reasonable grip on their powers. If push came to shove they could hold their own in a fight. Though they didn't have to worry about Emi, and the other one...

-Imp stumbled back, they had saw the other two and their heart rate spiked. Then their eyes landed on the throne with a person on it. They fell to the floor, a screech ripping through their throat as tears fell from their eyes in waves. This was it. They and two other poor souls were going to be executed by the merciless god.

"Are you okay?" Emi kneeled beside Imp. They flinched back harshly.

"Child," The voice from the throne was warm, nothing like the voice of the false god that Imp was scared of, "What's wrong?" They stood from their throne and came before the three in a billow of expensive silks and jewelry.

Emi and Arte looked similar in regards to clothing, the only one that looked different was Imp. Their clothes were dirty and hung off of them. They were nothing but shivering bones littered with bruises and scars. A broken body and mind.

The god that was on the throne, Mari, kneeled next to their shivering figure as well.

"Why are you crying so?" They cupped their face, Imp's eyes closed tightly, bracing themselves for a hit.

"Hey!" Emi poked their arm, "Are you okay? You're crying so much." They frowned and felt their heart clench. Imp just... looked so pathetic and panicked.

Arte sighed and knelt next to Imp as well, "Hey, buddy? You're fine, nobody's gonna hurt you now, okay?" They rubbed soft and comforting circles on their arm, recalling the words that the Fatui had told them when they had first arrived in the Zapolyarny Palace a sobbing mess. "You're safe now. You've been hurt but never again, okay?" They smiled comfortingly as Imp cracked open their eyes.

They hiccupped but their tears slowed a bit, "Wh-where... am I?" They whispered.

Mari smiled, and the sight was a beautiful one that seemed to radiate warmth, "You're in my abode. The item you found was an invitation to my world. I believe... you three know it as co-op mode?"

"Oh! Co-op?" Emi grinned, "Yeah! I know that! Wait so we're in a different world right now?"

"Yes," Mari nodded, "You're in my world now, where I'm recognized as the god. Of course, you three will be treated as the gods you are. Although, the three of you are significantly younger than I. I'm sorry your previous incarnations met an early grave."

Arte and Emi merely nodded while Imp curled in on themself and glanced around at the other three, "Uhm.. w-what?" their voice was practically a whisper.

"Hm? Do you not know?" Mari tilted their head slightly.

"Ah," Arte frowned, "You don't have to say anything you don't want to but... do you know anything about your godhood?"

Imp froze for a moment and shook their head, "I'm not a god."

"Yes you are dear." Mari said, "I can feel it, and do you not cry the tears of the stars? Or bleed the blood of the gods? Nobody but the gods of different worlds were able to use the dispatch I gave the three of you. Therefor, you are a god." Their eyes turned dark and grave, "Whoever told you otherwise is a fool and a heretic."

Imp lowered their head and didn't say anything more.

Mari frowned and cupped Imp's face, "I see you're tired, child. I shall have my acolytes prepare a bath and a room for you."

They raised their hand but Imp yelped, "Wait! A-acolytes..?"

"Yes? My followers."

"Who..." Imp gulped, "Who are they?"

Mari blinked and paused, "The one's on standby right now are Zhongli, Venti-"

"I don't want to see them." Imp's voice was firm, their eyes wide and haunted. They left no room for argument.

"Ah, alright then, dear." Mari hummed, "There's also Yae Miko on standby..?"

"...she's fine..." Imp muttered.

Mari smiled caringly and called Yae Miko into the room. She bowed with a smile and a, "Your graces."

The title didn't bother three of them, but made Imp's stomach crawl.

Mari stood up gracefully and Arte did the same. Emi helped Imp up with a friendly grin.

"Please help them," They gestured towards Imp, "bathe and bring them to the dining room once they're done. I believe the chefs are already preparing dinner?"

"Yes, your highness." Yae Miko bowed her head with a grin, "They are preparing dinner, and I will gladly help them." She turned to Imp and bowed, "Please follow me, your grace."

They frowned, "...Imp is fine..." They muttered.

"Nonsense." Mari frowned, "You deserve respect and you shall be granted it. You may tell us of what happened in your world whenever you're ready but no matter what it was you shall be treated the same as I and the other two here."

Imp didn’t say anything, merely hummed and nodded. Mari frowned, was their tone too harsh?

Either way, Imp was taken to have a bath, while the other two were shown their rooms.

Yae Miko prepared the bath for them and didn't look as they got undressed. When Imp sunk into the bath they swore their entire body unwound. Who knows how many months of stress and running left in a moment.

They sighed with a relieved smile.

Yae Miko's hand gently grabbed a cup to wet your hair and body (which Imp was very embarrassed about but Yae Miko would tease them about it when they got a little more comfortable in the palace).

Washing Imp's body was a hard job, not physically but mentally. Their skin was bruised and rough, scars littered their skin both small and big, shallow and deep, their hair feel out in clumps, and their ribs were pretty much protruding.

Yae Miko's stomach churned uncomfortably but persevered to finish the task and take as much care of them as she could. Their body told a million stories from how stiff they felt when she touched them, the obvious maltreatment of your body, the way they sunk into the warm bath like it'd disappear if they weren't careful, the way they never went off alert.

It was painful for Yae Miko to watch them scared to be taken care of.

When the bath was over Yae Miko handed them a towel (she had offered to dry them off but they declined. It took all of her willpower to not tease them).

"Um... Yae Miko..." Their voice was a troubled whine, "Could you help me put the outfit on?"

She nodded with a gentle smile, "Of course, your grace."

The outfit was admittedly complex but it wasn't anything Yae Miko wasn't used to. She put it on swiftly and respectfully, attempting to make Imp as comfortable as possible.

When she was finished, she lightly combed her fingers through Imp's hair. It fell out due to malnourishment and her heart clenched. She merely left their hair down muttering, "We need to get you to see a doctor."

"I'm fine." Imp muttered, "I've felt worse."

Yae Miko's lips tugged down into a frown, "That doesn't mean we shouldn't get you taken care of, dear." She sighed, "Come, dinner will start soon. I will ask their highness about you seeing a doctor. Is that alright?"

Imp nodded.

"Good." Yae Miko smiled softly, "Follow me, please, your grace."

-

With the other three gods, they had gotten a small tour of where there rooms were. Their rooms were right next to Mari's room and another room that didn't belong to any of them.

The mini tour hadn't lasted long as they headed to the dining room to wait for Imp. There, they ran into Zhongli and Venti.

-Emi grinned and waved, "Hey there Peepaw, Diaper boy!" They sent a little heart to the two startled archons.

-Arte had frozen, their hands turned cold with ice. The Gnosis hidden in their shirt pulsated as it sensed its love's panic. Though, Arte almost snorted as they heard Emi's nicknames for them.

"Your graces." They had bowed despite their disbelief.

Mari turned to Arte, "Do you also have a bad experience with the archons?" They hummed.

Arte paused and turned to them. They nodded with a frown.

"Also?" Venti frowned, "They both have bad experiences with their archons?" He pouted, and his eyes looked like they had tears in them.

"Not me," Emi said, "There's another one, they're... really scared of you guys..." They frowned.

They could see Zhongli and Venti's hearts break through their eyes. "Well," Zhongli sighed, "I will make sure to give them a better experience than what they had of my counterpart."

Venti nodded as well, determined, "I will as well! You," He nodded at Arte, "And the other god shall be given a much better impression of the archons!"

"Haha," Arte smiled softly, subtly touching the Gnosis under their shirt, right where their heart is, "Thank you."

"Mom! Mom!" A voice called out.

"Ah," Mari turned around towards the voice and rapid footsteps approaching, "Welcome home, child."

A figure, identical to Mari, ran to their side with wide and excited eyes.

...There were now five nearly identical people in one palace.

Emi and Arte blinked at the child (though they were around the size of a teenager).

Mari put their hand on the small of their back, "These are two of my three guests, the other will be here soon." They looked down at their child with a soft glint in their eyes.

The child grinned and bowed their head, "It's nice to meet you both! I'm their grace's child or puppet."

"Puppet?" Arte furrowed their brows.

"Kind of like Ei and the Raiden Shogun." Mari explained with a wave of their hand, "But we'll speak more when the other comes back."

-

The three gods, puppet, archons, and a few other acolytes joined for dinner, including Ei (who had rushed to the palace as soon as she heard of the arrival of three other gods).

It didn't take long for Imp and Yae Miko to enter the room. Imp refreshed and looked a million times better than they did before. Though their clothes were baggy and it was obvious they hadn't been well taken care of.

Imp had frozen in the dinning room as all eyes turned to them. Yae Miko gently took their hand (small and frail) and led them to their seat. She set them down and pushed their chair in, sitting next to them.

Mari clapped and the food came out. A flood of servants placed them down expertly on the table.

"Now," They smiled, "I'd like to talk about our experiences as gods. I am very interested to hear as I was acquainted with your past incarnations."

"You were?" Emi tilted their head, "So our four worlds have been in contact before?"

"Of course." Mari nodded, their eyes reflecting galaxies of knowledge, "Traveling between worlds is normal for us."

"Uh..." Imp mumbled, "What... what do you mean by past incarnations?"

The Puppet, who was sat to Imp's left, smiled gently at them, "Teyvat cannot survive without its god, so if the god were to ever die, another will take their place. You had a previous incarnation, and so did the other two. Their highness - my mom - has never died, so they've gained a wealth of knowledge and power. They knew when you three were reincarnated and wished to meet you three, hear your stores, and give advice."

Imp nodded mutely.

"Thank you, child." Mari reached over to ruffle their child's hair. To which they grinned. "My story is what my child said. I am old and powerful. There's not much more to it, I'm the Unparalleled Monarch in this world."

"Same with me," Emi shrugged, "Though I've only been in Teyvat for less than a year."

Arte glanced at Imp from across the table, they didn't meet their eyes.

"From what I understand, me and Imp were in a similar situation." Arte said, "I was believed to be an imposter and was hunted by the archons and others. The Fatui took me in and took care of me." They touched the Gnosis in their shirt and pulled it out, "This is the Tsaritsa's Gnosis. She uh..." They looked to the side and smiled, "She gave it to me."

"Huh," Emi giggled, "Seems you two are close. I didn't know she was that nice, I haven't been around her much."

Mari hummed, "Does the rest of your Teyvat know you're their god?"

Arte nodded, "They do now, though I don't care to interact much with them. They treated me like shit- ah, sorry." They chuckled, "Anyways, Imp, do you want to tell your story? Only if you want to of course."

"Ah, mine's uh..." They frowned, "My story isn't really nice..."

"I'd like to hear it still." Mari said with a gentle and parental smile, "I want you to be treated well. We already understand you're not being treated well in your world so you only have to divulge information you want to."

Imp fiddled with their hands and looked down at their lap, "I, uh... there's..." They gulped, "There's a god already in my Teyvat. They..." Imp's breathing turned shaky, "They proclaimed me an imposter without hearing me out and... and they... they,"

"Hey, hey," The Puppet gently lifted Imp's head with their hand, wiping their tears away, "It's okay. You don't have to say more, we understand. It's okay, you're okay. Hey," They smiled softly, turning Imp's head towards them, cupping their face, "Do you wanna know what happened when I first came here?"

Imp hummed, silently asking for them to continue.

They smiled sadly, "I was deemed an imposter attempting to impersonate Mom. I have long forgiven those that have attempted to hurt me but I understand how hard it is. So I can guarantee you that it will be okay. It hurts, physically and mentally, but you'll survive this. Okay? I survived it and you will too. I can promise you that." They wiped Imp's tears away, smiling caringly.

While the Puppet was caring, Mari was a different story. They were seething in silent rage, their smile barely containing it, "Those heretics." They grit their teeth, "I should go to your world and show them how much of a god that imposter of their's is-"

"Mom," Puppet said, holding Imp's hands, "Not now, please. It's not a good time for them."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Imp." Mari frowned, "But I assure you everything will be better from here on out. You may stay here for as long as you wish, all of you are free to do so." They sighed, "But for now, let's eat and enjoy ourselves. None of you will suffer here and I will see to it you're all respected and cared for." Mari smiled gently at the three of them, "You are old friends after all."

Your Very Own Villain Arc

Oh, how you'd always wanted to do something like this.

Perhaps gaining this opportunity was the one silver lining of your endless suffering. Though you wouldn't quite call it worth it, you'd take what you could get at this point.

Before you, crowds screamed and cried, some running, others begging, the rest torn between the two. Bloodied stones laid scattered across the crimson soaked cobblestone, rivlets of gold beginning to break through the monochromatic puddle, and you laid at the center, the endless fountain of pain.

People are speaking. You can't hear them.

"They say there are five stages of grief..."

You'd not believed it at first, you hadn't understood the situation you were in and you foolishly followed the Knights when you'd been accosted; surely, you'd thought, surely they'll listen. The Knights of Favonius were kind and understanding, they'd always been that way in the game.

You forgot weren't behind the screen anymore.

"Denial."

When they'd thrown you to a cell and responded to your confusion with violence, you'd been indignant. You tried to dig your heels in, stand up for yourself like you were always told one should, and yelled back when the frustration grew too much.

You quickly learned to stay quiet.

"Anger."

When the Liyue Qixing themselves showed up, you'd had a glimmer of hope. They were the heads of the Nation of Contracts, they were level-headed and always thought things through, always looked at the facts and the facts alone.

You desperately called out to them.

"Bargaining."

When the leaders of the Tri-Commission and the Shogun herself arrived, you didn't speak. The most open-minded and fact-oriented people within Teyvat had thrown all of their ideals to the wayside, you knew well enough not to test the most stubborn of the lot.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

"Depression."

They'd strung you up for the world to see, rising you to the heavens before they stoned you down to hell. You could hear the jeering, the cheering, the calls for your death; ghost-like whispers in night wind as the cold sun beat down on you. Everything had long since grown numb.

As the first rock hit, you hoped it would stay that way.

"Acceptance."

Painpainpain bled through your every vein, life bled from your body in rivers and waterfalls, white-hot agony stained your vision. It hurt, it hurt.

The sun reached high noon, the bells tolled for your end. Death turned its cold claws toward you...

And shoved you away.

In an instance you jolted back to your body; nerves electric hot, newborn instinct clawing for release.

"But I'd like to add one more..."

Your body felt like the air that swirled around the city, pushing and pulling and keeping your prey where you wanted it.

Newfound power surged through your veins, replacement blood that called and screamed and demanded to be released. You found that you had no reservations in letting it run wild.

People were talking. You couldn't hear them over the power that rushed past your ears.

"Revenge."

Is death the only ending? No.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Curses, and Blood

(SAGAU × Manhwa!Au × Villain!Au)

“What the-”

‘I hear... Footsteps!’

“FUCK!”

[ Mission: Survive Time Duration: 1 hour ]

[ Reward(s): Status points x10, Secret skill! ]

Status points can be used to level up your stats like Strength, Agility, Intelligence, and more.

You sighed, still looking at the game-like system infront of you.

“10 status points for surviving them? This is crazy! My life is on the line!” You screamed at it, but that didn't do anything. It just disappeared and started the timer.

You tsked, forcing yourself to stand up but still being careful, not wanting to open up any fresh wounds.

‘The secret skill better be useful.’

“I SEE THE IMPOSTOR!" you heard someone shout, making you recklessly stand up and run.

You can feel your wounds open up, but that didn't matter anymore as you only have one goal in mind.

‘survive.’

You ran, activating your agility and speed skill. ‘I can't die here!’

As the time passed, your fatigue keeps increasing—slowly making your activated skill disappear.

‘Fucking useless. should've leveled up my durability.’

[ 10x Status points obtained! ]

[ New skill gained! ]

[ Updating... ]

‘Wha- It's done?’ You asked yourself as you looked at the timer.

[0:00]

‘Did the timer even rang?'

[ Updated! ]

Name: Y/N L/N | “The Creator”

MP: 45/100 Fatigue: 96 Extra Points: 10

Agility: 15 Strength: 10 Speed: 16 Intelligence: 10 Durability: 9

=====

Skills:

[ Lv. 10 ] Monster slayer (the skill to eliminate monster type enemies with 2-3 strikes/hits)

[ Lv. 5 ] The Creator's right hand (the skill to make things levitate)

[ Lv. 1 ] The favor (the skill to heal any wounds) new!

[ Locked ] Divine Punishment

‘It's pretty useful. Is the system siding with me right now? Heh- pathetic.’

“Use 5x Extra point on Durability, then use the extra points left on New Skill; The favor and level it up.” You commanded the system, as you sat down under a tree and picked an apple from it.

[ Updating... ]

[ Updated! ]

[ “The favor” has leveled up to level 5! ]

“Activate skill; The favor!”

You smirked as you saw green flashes in your body. As you were healing, you threw the apple you ate and examined your wounds. It still hurts but you can now move more faster.

“Now this is interesting~”

Do y'all want me to continue this? What do you guys think?

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Blind Faith (4)

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There was almost always someone with you now, aside from your ruin guard friend. 

If it wasn't Albedo who answered your questions and told you about his experiments and theories, it was Kaeya who you fell into friendly banter with, his teasing remarks easy to turn against him and make him falter once you got the hang of it. If not Kaeya, then Dainsleif accompanied you as your shadow, silent and solemn until you managed to crack past his stoic disposition and got him to speak more than just your supposed title. 

If Dainsleif, too, happened to be unavailable then it was either one or both of the Traveller siblings, both happy to simply let you be the one to fill the silence, listening with rapt attention to your stories and tales of Earth. While Lumine was the more intense of the two and Aether more expressive, they both still got the same smile when you called their names. 

Your ruin guard buddy, Jingyi, was just happy to be included. He often sat you on his hand or shoulders, surprsingly chatty by his beeps as the two of you went around Khaenri'ahs ruins long after your bruises and aches were healed. 

You should be happy; you had a warm room now, a shelter over your head and they gave you delicious food every day, keeping you company as well as giving you safety. 

And yet. . . 

You felt stifled, bored out of your mind by seeing the same scenerey evey day. When you had woken up and realized you were in Teyvat, you had been excited to explore, see the nations that looked so breathtaking even from your device's screen. You knew of course why they didn't want you to leave; there was still a manhunt out for your blood, unwilling to listen and believe you when you say that you truly aren't trying to impersonate anyone. 

You didn't day anything though; you aren't ungrateful, especially not when they're keeping you safe. 

What you hadn't counted on was that they knew. 

"It's expected of someone like them to hate being confined," Albedo said, not taking his eyes off you. You were on Jingyi's hand, chatting with a pyro lector. He wondered if you knew that the electro lector and hydro herald were planning to also pull you into coversations with them, like a bunch of jealous children and not the feared monsters they were supposed to be. "It's a wonder they have not yet complained, if I'm being honest." 

"They shouldn't have had to hide in the first place," Aether frowned, anger clear in the way he furrowed his brows. It was mirrored in the way Lumine clenched her fists. 

"Teyvat was created by them, it is for them. They should be the last ones that have to hide and not walk freely as they please." 

Dainsleif was to speak next, arms crossed. "And what do you suppose we should do? Those fools have yet to see their sin, their mistake. They are still advocating for the Creator's death, even if they refuse to see the truth." 

"Surely we can take them somehwere with no other people around," Kaeya hummed, a hand on his chin. "The nations are many and wide, a change of scenery should make them happier. The ruin guard, one of us, and perhaps one of the lectors or heralds can go with them for protection."  

Albedo was still hesitant; he still remebered the shock and horror he'd felt when Jingyi had brought you to them, bleeding and barely alive, a malnourished body in need of immediate help. And it was all because those arrogant, prideful Archons failed to recognize you. 

But, he thought as he looked over to you again, laughing along to whatever the lector was saying. It would more of a crime to keep you confined and restricted. 

Should anything happen, then you at least will not be alone this time. 

            ──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

Somewhere between the Dunyu Ruins and Tianqiu Valley was chosen, with Abyss mages keeping guard around the area to inform them early if anybody was getting close. Dainsleif was the one to accompany you and Jingyi, whose name you decided after the group got you a book of Liyuen names when you asked.

Dainsleif still had preservations, worries ringing in the back of his mind but you looked so happy, so excited as you moved between the shrubs and the grass and held the chirping squirrels in your hands.

Dainsleif was so enamoured by the sight of his Creator practically shining in happiness that he would have missed the hydro-infused arrow shooting straight at you had it not been for Jignyi taking the shot instead, its eye burning red as it stood ready to protect you.

"It appears you're not quite as dead as we thought, comrade!" A shock of ginger hair, dead blue eyes and the Fatui insignia.

Tartaglia.

(Please partake in this poll!!)

Second part of that one fatui/tsaritsa ask as promised you touch starved heathens <3

"Don't even try, ankle-biter," Foul Legacy's pearl eye bore straight into Scaramouche's, yet the latter only scoffed in disdain without blinking.

"Do you think you scare me?" Scaramouche scoffed, and there was electro already crackling between his fingers— and he would've happily attacked Childe had it not been for Signora slapping both their hands as she walked by.

"You are both childish," she rolled her eyes, smirking. "Besides, both of you have technically already lost whatever this was."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chuckling, Signora opened the door that led to your empty bedroom. "Their grace stayed with the Tsaritsa last night, and they're still with her."

And true to her words, when the three did get enough courage to dare bother the Tsaritsa in her privacy, it was to see you asleep with your head upon her lap, covered with thick, soft furs and her hand carding through your hair as she worked in a comfortable silence only broken by your deep breaths.

Of course they left; lately your sleep had been a bit interrupted with unpleasant memories and dreams, and so they treasured any chance you got to sleep so soundly.

(And of course, none of them were stupid enough to bother you in any way with the Tsaritsa around).

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

"Your grace!" Childe beamed as he saw you, quickly taking his Foul Legacy form before you could even greet him. He had been away on a mission, and while you certainly liked spending time with all of the Harbingers and the Fatui in the Palace, Childe and Foul Legacy were special to you.

"Hello, Childe! I take it your mission was successful? Where was it, anyways? The Tsaritsa wouldn't tell me," you frowned, but you weren't genuinely upset; they all had a right to keeping things private, and you were not going to force them to tell you everything.

"Hmm, it was! I just had some debt collecting and pest control to do," he replied, growling slightly when he said 'pest control'. So it was that type of mission, you thought with a hidden wince. "But I'm back now and—"

Quickly yet still gentle as ever, Childe picked you up on his hands. His voice turned exaggerated and playful. "— and I'm not letting you go until I get my head scratches! I've been gone for so long, I bet that ankle biter has gotten all your love and affection and not me!" He stuck his tongue out through the mask, in a new, recent move between the two of you that just randomly happened.

You laughed aloud, unaware that your contagious joy was heard and seen by some of the Palace maids. "Aww, you're jealous, aren't you? You really are the brat Scaramouche says you are!" And yet, you were all too happy to start petting his head and hair, enjoying the rumbling purrs you got in response— this, too, was something special between the two of you.

"Wait, Scaramouche calls me what!?"

You two remained unaware of the maids who exchanged beaming grins with each other; like so many of the others in the Palace and the Fatui ranks, they had been suspicious of whether or not you truly were their God— surely the other nations wouldn't be so stupid?— but over the period that you've been here and the way the Harbingers and even the Tsaritsa herself treated you reassured everyone that it truly was you.

(And even weeks later, two maids would giggle about the night they caught you and Lord Harbingers Tartaglia trying— and failing— to sneak into the kitchens because of how you two kept snickering whenever Lord Tartaglia's starry cape got caught on the door handles).

And that aside, during times the maids and Fatui agents interacted with you, none of them were blind to that almost warm, golden aura you had— it made them want to just. . . hug you and keep you safe and happy, if only to be close to that divine, comforting warmth of yours.

And so there was no denying that you were their God, and thus, all of Snezhnaya would happily welcome you to the land you've created for them.

Brainrot over Foul Legacy being an oversized cat around Darling Reader after he gets us to the Tsaritsa. She simply cannot pry him from us since, him being the only person (er… abyssal creature) that didn’t throw stones and insults at us, is the only source of comfort for their god. She might try to get him to leave but it seems that reader is much more calm with him around, after all, they were being chased by humans and FL doesn’t look all that human, right? So he keeps his privileges as your bodyguard and comfort moth/abyss monster. You two are basically glued together after what happened in liyue so:

Cue shenanigans:

Imagine throwing a yarn ball at him, he gets the string tangled all over his face, claws and horns, maybe it was intentional, maybe it was not, bu he loves the sound of your laugh; so hearty and joyful compared to before.

I’m FIXATED on his fluffy neck, that stuff is probably more comfortable than any pillow in al the nations, you can’t change my mind. You can probably crash onto his neck and pass out in minutes, he would be purring like no tomorrow. When the tsaritsa comes to investigate the sound he is so smug- (if tsaritsa is jelly she HAS to let it slide because no mothman= sad god, and she loves u so much)

When you pester them enough, aka. Just give them puppy eyes, they might let you have a short stroll tru the snow (look, i have NEVER seen snow im goin off on what movies show) with both of them accompanying you on the chilly path, childe basically goes ‘murp!’ When you throw a snowball at him. Have fun trying to land another one, he keeps zooming around like a cat. Tsaritsa might ACTUALLY LAUGH (just a little, just for you).

Would, without a doubt, catch you the single biggest fish you have seen in your godamm life. Pls pet him, he looks so proud, how can you not.(you heartless monster)

PURRS! He purrs so much around you, after he noticed you liked it, he kept doing it because he thinks it makes you feel safe and have a spacial orientation of WHERE he is in the room. (He can be deadly silent when he needs but doesn’t want to spook u) It also serves for the Tsaritsa because if she hears purring she instantly knows you are with Tartaglia and you are safe. (She also has had some problems with him going missing and coming back weeks later so its a plus to know where he is 24/7)

Bleps. Thats it, he sometimes pokes his tongue from the front of his mask to make you laugh and receive headpats.

Not you both tip toeing to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a cup of tea. In theory, it could work, childe himself can be silent as a grave. But he is in his FL form, you know, the one with a stardust cape, some bright af protrusions from his back, that pearl eye that practically glows in the dark- you only make it to the first corridor before you have to scamper back to your room or fear being snitched by another harbinger-

Would he sleep on that island the Tsaritsa calls a bed? Yes. Yes he would. If you are comfortable with him being glued to your side prepare for cuddles, just mind the sharp edges, but you can hide on his fluff. If you prefer him to mind the space he can take the lower part of the bed, dw its big enough. And yes, he keeps purring.

Gets frighteningly in-tone with your emotions and body language; should you tense up at sudden movements or people he will hiss and growl until they take the hint or he can take you away from the situation. (He can only do that to everyone BUT the Tsaritsa, he cannot lose his privileges) Actually, in lieu of this, he can be in the other side of the palace for whatever reason and still sense your mood.

Scaramouche having a staring competition with Childe to see who gets to hang out with you one day. Both don’t need/can’t blink so its a long time until they realize that and until they do you have been spending time with Tsaritsa, happily cuddling in a sea of furs while she reads over some documents.

Will probably plop you into his lap/shoulder/hands at some point and not let you go, demanding head scratching as ransom.

Everyone in the palace has seen it yet cannot believe how did you manage to tame the beast that is the 11th Harbinger Tartaglia. If there were any doubts amongst the newer recruits or higher ranked officials, it is dissipated by now, for surely you MUST be someone special to have this effect in the Tsaritsa and her best soldiers. Such beliefs are set into stone after some poor soul comes across you when Childe was away in some mission and they got to actually see you in person.

There is no mistake, for your being itself carries the golden aura of divinity and the might of the stars in the tips of your fingers.

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Whew, that was a lot XD

Anyways, I suddenly fell in love with the concept of the Tsaritsa being a single mom of the miss match family that is the Fatui and Childe being the troublemaker son with FL being an oversized cat.

Anyways! Love your content! Keep the hard work and thanks for everything! <3

I read this over three times literally starry eyed of how in love i was so here take this 🧍🏻‍♀️ also I'll be adding another part because I can't do it all in one jffhkdnd

If anyone were to pass by your wing in the Zapolyarny Palace, they would've been met with the sound of such a joyful and bright laughter it would've made them smile as well, as though the joy was contagious.

The source of the laughter was you— and the cause of it was Childe in his Foul Legacy form, grumbling as he attempted to pry the colorful strings of yarn away from clawed hands, arms, face, and horns. He only managed to wrap more around himself, making your laugh even louder, to the point where by now you were wheezing and struggling to breathe.

"This isn't funny!" Childe sputtered in that distorted voice, yet anybody could've easily noted that he didn't even sound bothered. "Have mercy on me, your grace! How will I even protect you like this!?"

"Alright, alright, you big baby," you snickered into your hands, gesturing for him to come close. Without even a second's worth of hesitation did you plop yourself down on his lap— it was easier for you to sit that way rather than try to reach Childe in this form any other way. Besides, from the way he immediately began those purrs of his you were sure that he liked it this way, too.

With a scissor, you snipped away at the strings until Childe could finally be freed from his dramatic imprisonment. That done, he laid his big head on your shoulder and began to purr deep from his chest in a way you've become happily familiar with.

"Waitttt," you drawled off, pushing at his chest until he took his head off your shoulder— more specifically, removed the treacherously soft fluff around his neck away from your face. "You know how that thing makes me want to nap all day but—"

"If you want to nap you should nap, your grace. I will protect as I have always done—"

"But I want to go outside today!" You insisted, eyes already turning back to the giant windows of your room. The skies were clear now, as opposed to last night's snowstorm that left the world draped in blanket bright white snow.

Childe whined, shaking his head. "But isn't today too cold? Tomorrow would be a better choice, no?"

"Pulcinella said it'll rain tomorrow," you replied, moving away from him to don a warm, thick cloak that had been draped over a chair. If it happened to be the Tsaritsa's own cloak from when she visited you earlier, well you were sure she wouldn't mind. "I'll even ask the Tsaritsa herself—"

"Ask me what, your excellency?" And there she is! You made your way over to her side without any of your previous fear, a knowledge that had her (and Childe) secretly very smug and happy.

"Let's go out to the gardens, pretty please, Дорогая?" You gave her what you thought was your best puppy eyes, hands clasped with hers. "I've been cooped up for too long what with that snowstorm and Childe being away on a mission. . ."

The Tsaritsa frowned. "Had I known sooner that you felt most comfortable with him I wouldn't have sent him away; I'm sorry, your excellency. But for your request. . ." Your were sure she was going to refuse you, yet her words died down when she realized you were wearing her own cloak.

"Very well," she sighed, though her hand moved to cup your jaw gently. "But please dress warmer, alright?"

"Of course!"

The gardens were closed off to the public, thus you, her, and Childe had more than enough privacy and area for you to be happily moving and going around. At one point, however, you gently led the Tsaritsa away and Childe busied himself to give you two privacy.

"This is an embarrassing request," you began, though there was a bright, mischievous grin on your face. "But can you make a, uh, a snow fort for me?"

"A snow fort?" She furrowed her brows, but still did as you asked— and her confusion melted away when you thanked her with a beaming smile.

"Childe?~" you sang, a snowball prepared in your hand. When he excitedly showed up, you threw it straight at his masked face with no regrets.

The sound he made had you howling with laughter and even the Tsaritsa chuckling behind her hand, even when Childe expertly dodges all the next snowballs you throw at him.

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

"I didn't realize I was to be target practice for today, you grace," Childe was teasing you, you in his arms per the Tsaritsa's orders after you spent more than half the day fooling around in the snow.

"Shush," you chuckled, though your eyes were already growing heavy— really, it was criminal how soft and warm the fluff around Childe's neck was, and how safe you felt with him and the Tsaritsa. . .

Childe floated through the Palace halls to reach your wing, and just when he was a turn away from it did two agents crash past him. They were already loud, and most definitely didn't lower their voices when they caught sight of Childe's Foul Legacy form.

Childe himself wasn't bothered, but he was not blind to how their voices and ruckus made your features twist, rest disturbed— and he could not have that.

He growled, hold protective on you as that peal eye of his stared straight at the two cowering agent. "Silence! Leave, or else I'll make a wonderful example out of your hides,"

The two scrambled away fast, but this time they made sure not to cause the same ruckus as before— good, otherwise not only would've they been answering Childe, but the Tsaritsa herself.

Soon enough he had reached your room; divesting you of your boots and cloak, he joined you on the bed and tucked you close once more to his neck— a position that has by now became familiar to both you and him.

Childe can't help but begin to purr, deep and soothing, and pull you into his arms without hurting you with the sharp edges of armour. He let sleep pull him into slumber, confident in his abilities to protect should anything happen.

That was how the Tsaritsa found the both of you later, with Childe's happy purring almost making the bed trembling and you soundly asleep.

At least she won't have to worry about you being unprotected or unhappy (and she could now easily tell if Childe was with you, quite the bonus).

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

salutations: NEMESIS (part three of my SAGAU fic)

content: spoilers of mondstadt - inazuma archon quests, yandere content (?), heavy religious themes, god!reader, violence, angst/no-comfort, imposter!au, mentions of injuries and gore

penpals: @creation-magician , @creatorofstars , @victoria1676 , @I-chaan, @pyromaniam , @sweet-seraphim , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @heehoe, @moon--kitty, @yukete , @ognenniyvolk , @strawberrychan0 , @sarahyumiko2 , @o-zqq, @saving-for-xiao , @korou164, @dontmindmeherevibing, @lovearchon , @04mitsuba50, @shrynkk , @izumiii-san , @scrumptioussongobservation, @megsthings, @migirizuki , @ashphorny, @zexeq

note: it’s finally here !!! as always, thank you again for liking my other sagau fics :>>> enjoy my fellow comrades !

part one | part two | beloved creator masterlist ! | teyvat’s penpal service !

before the news of an imposter has been spread across the continent, everyone in teyvat was celebrating the arrival of the divine creator.

as the most devoted acolyte, zhongli had to see for himself if the news was true — so when he finds out that the divinity decided to visit the city of prosperity, he had to make sure to be the first person to welcome the creator.

so why does he feel… hesitant?

“...zhongli, is that you?” the divine creator asks with a sweet smile, eyes brightening at the sight of the consultant. “my, my, you’ve grown so well!” they exclaimed, cupping his cheek with their hand, paying no mind to the way he stares at the assumed “creator” in confusion.

“..your grace?” he calls out.

they giggled. “of course it’s me! you know me don’t you, my sweet rex lapis?”

he noticed how so many people were watching them, whispering words of devotion and gratitude that their grace had finally decided to appear in teyvat once more – and that the consultant of the wangsheng funeral turned out to be their supposedly dead archon as well.

with how.. familiar the creator is, how could he not believe that this isn’t his divine creator?

despite doubts still sprouting in his stomach, the retired archon slowly puts one knee on the ground, bowing down to the creator, who smiles menacingly kindly.

“your grace, i welcome you to liyue harbor.”

with how… considerate the creator is, how could he not believe that his grace is afraid of their own creations?

despite doubts still residing in his stomach, the retired archon slowly brings out his polearm, shoulders tensed from the sudden command of his creator, who's barking orders about getting rid of those disgusting hilichurls as they hid themselves behind his back.

“your grace, i’ll make sure they will be dealt with swiftly.”

with how… perfect the creator is, how could he not believe that his beloved divinity doesn’t want imperfections?

despite doubts growing stronger than ever, the retired archon summons his adepti in the raiden shogun’s residence as servants try to fulfill every single order from the now angered creator.

“your… grace, i’ll do my best to kill the imposter for you.”

now, zhongli could only watch as his city crumbled from his yet another mistake.

“it’s such a shame that you’re no longer considered as one of their acolytes now,” childe says with a fake sigh, hiding his grin at the sight of the retired archon’s terrified look on his face. “but i suppose that’s what you get for letting our divine creator suffer from your people and believe that ridiculous imposter that fooled you all. who knew the so-called most devoted acolyte would dare to try and kill the creator with his own hands?”

zhongli quickly looks at childe, eyebrows furrowed. “you’re a foolish man for believing an imposter like them, would you like me to remind you that the real creator is here?”

the harbinger looked unphased, his lips twitching upward. “the real creator? you mean the same creator who doesn’t do anything at all but lay down on the most comfortable sheets inazuma has to offer? the same creator who abuses servants and doesn’t bat an eye on those who beg for blessings? i’m done pretending that there’s nothing wrong with them–”

“the creator has their reasons–”

“despite seeing so many signs, you still refuse to believe that you’ve been fooled.” childe snarls. “and here i thought you’d know better.”

childe then glances at where osial is, chuckling to himself at the sight of ningguang and the qixing trying everything they can to take down osial once more. if only they knew that the overlord of the vortex’s wife is currently on her way too..

“tell me, morax. have you seen your so-called creator bleed?”

“maybe i can forgive you and your pathetic city… when you’re on your knees and beg like the filthy dog you are.” you said with a grin.

ei trembles, slowly going down on her knees and lays her head down on the cold ground.

“forgive me, your grace, for i have sinned.” she whispers, closing her eyes in dread. “i was blinded in fury for not seeing you as who you are, i was foolish for believing in an imposter who claims to be the creator, and i was cruel for trying to execute you in front of my people’s eyes.”

you stared down at the trembling archon with narrowed eyes.

“how pathetic,” you spat out. “how pathetic of you to assume that i’d forgive you so easily after your worthless begging.”

ei lets out a shaky breath, her head still lowered to the cement floor. she doesn’t care about the fact that some of her people are watching, all she cares about is you accepting her even if forgiveness is out of her reach.

“show me where that imposter resides.” you demanded.

you didn’t have to ask twice.

the woman looks up, pointing at her residence without maintaining eye contact with you. “they’re in my palace. they’re unaware of your arrival, your gra–”

without letting the archon finish, you started walking towards the tenshukaku with the golden wolflord following behind, summoning more rifthound skulls to ambush more of inazuma city’s citizens along its way.

every step you take brought more memories of what you did in the electro nation. memories of you helping out yoimiya bringing fireworks as you try to keep your hood up, memories of you chasing after thoma after he declares that whoever’s the last one will pay next dinner, memories of you being found out after a shogunate removes your hoodie, and memories of the raiden shogun ready to execute you with everyone watching in glee.

you did not forget the memory of spotting a person watching by the entrance of the tenshukaku, grinning as they wear your face.

as soon as you found yourself standing in front of the palace, you gripped your sword tighter.

“leave me be,” you said to the golden wolflord. “you may continue helping your rifthounds, but refrain from killing anyone. i prefer to handle the imposter myself.”

the nameless king bows for a moment before taking his leave, ready to cause more destruction to the people of inazuma city alongside its archon.

you slowly touched the doors of the palace, taking a deep breath. this is it, this is your chance to finally bring justice and ki—

“hm, i’m impressed that you’ve made it this far.”

without hesitation, you immediately turned around and pointed your sword at the person talking behind you, eyebrows now furrowed at the sight of a copy version of you grinning menacingly.

“it really was interesting to see those archons being so… desperate for their creator’s attention to the point where they’re all willing to kill someone. you should use that as your potential – if you can kill me, that is.” they said with a hum, unphased by the fact that your sword is close to their neck.

“you really are underestimating me.” you retorted, your other hand that wasn’t holding your sword clenches into a fist. “all the more reasons to kill you, i suppose.”

the imposter continues to grin, summoning their own sword as well before pointing it at your neck. “i’m sure celestia would love to see you once i’m done with you, your grace.”

you copied their expression, eyes glowing more golden than before.

“if i were you, i’d pick an archon and start praying, sweet copycat.”

it only took an hour before the destruction finally stopped.

it only took one single sound before every single creature stopped ambushing the cities of their land, slowly returning to their abodes and areas alike as the citizens watched in confusion and relief.

it only took one strong strike until the battle between creators had ended.

much to your surprise, the imposter wasn’t harder to fight than you expected. although there was a lot of damage taken in the tenshukaku, it ended where you hoped it would be; with the imposter beneath you scared and helpless.

“impossible,” they murmured, dropping their ruined sword in defeat. “how? celestia said i’ll be able to live! they said i will be able to rule the world! THEY SAID I’LL BE JUST AS STRONG AS YOU AND—!”

“how pitiful,” you commented, copying their grin that was once held before the intense fight. “it’s a shame that you oh-so desperately accepted such a false offer. do you even remember what you look like before, copycat?”

the imposter didn’t respond, looking around the place in panic as they mumbled out hushed whispers of repeated words.

you then gripped their face, causing them to yelp in pain. “now that you’re done playing as me, what should your punishment be?” you ask, raising your sword as they cry.

“should i just feed you to the golden wolflord? cut your head off and show it to inazuma that you don’t bleed gold? or perhaps go for a more violent method and make sure death goes slowly for you?” the imposter shudders in response, still unable to respond.

you rolled your eyes. they were so confident that you wouldn’t be able to kill them off, yet here they are.

“very well then,” you then let go of their face, fixing your grip on your sword. “i’ll just stab you to death instead.”

without letting the imposter try and protest, you instantly stabbed them straight in their heart, causing them to gasp out and held onto your sword in hopes of removing it.

“this is what you get for pretending to be me.” you said, pulling your sword away from the imposter’s body.

just when they thought it’s over, you proceeded to stab them at the same spot again. “this is what you get for ordering everyone to chase after me - even when i didn’t do anything wrong.”

another stab. “this is what you get for taunting me and watch me almost get killed.” another stab. “this is what you get for thinking that you won’t face the consequences.” another stab.

you continued to tell everything the imposter did as you stab them again and again, ignoring the way their blood splatters your armor and the way they try to stop you from your endless stabbing.

it ended a few moments later as they slowly fall limp, causing you to stop yourself from stabbing them once more as you watch them pass away.

finally.

finally you’re free.

you slowly stood up from the ground, ripping your sword off from the imposter’s corpse as you look at the destruction you’ve caused.

you can only hope that the creatures you’ve grown to care for aren’t doing too much destruction on the cities.

you then noticed the electro archon standing nearby, still refusing to maintain eye contact with you. “… your grace, i’ll make sure your room is—”

“i have no reason to live with people who have done nothing but try to kill me as if i’ve done something wrong.” you interrupted in a monotone voice, ignoring the way the woman looks heartbroken from your response. “i’m sure you and others can understand.”

the woman tries to come up towards you and protest, only to stop when you backed away.

“please let me go.” you took a deep breath, now realizing the injuries that the imposter slashed on you. “i just want to go back to my home..”

ei quickly noticed your now weakened state, causing her to now look at you with worry and panic. “your grace, i need to take you to the healers—!”

“don’t try to touch me.” you strictly said, focusing on your breathing. “i’m… i don’t need your help.”

the archon felt helpless, watching as you call out the golden wolflord, causing a brown portal to appear, followed by the giant wolf coming out from it to retrieve you.

“your grace, please…” ei begs. “stay with us - let us make up for everything. we were all fooled by the imposter—”

“what’s there to make up for?” you ask, keeping your sword away. “how could i forgive you after everything that happened? how could i forgive you after everything you and your people did to me? i didn’t even do anything wrong, i just wanted to—”

suddenly, you started coughing out golden blood, causing the archon to immediately come up to you alongside the nameless king - who snarls at the woman coming towards you.

you stopped her from coming towards you, shooting her a glare.

“send the other archons my warning. if they ever - or if anyone tries to find my location, i’ll make sure they’ll be punished and will send every single monsters to them.”

you then hold onto the wolf. “consider this as a goodbye, raiden shogun.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

salutations: WRATH (villain!darling sagau part 2)

content: spoilers to mondstadt - inazuma archon quests, violence, angst/no-comfort, heavily religious themes

note: tysm to those who love my first ever sagau fic esp to @nicebonescomrade who is an amazing writer ! feel free to check out their fics <<3

penpals: @creation-magician , @creatorofstars , @victoria1676 , @I-chaan, @pyromaniam , @sweet-seraphim , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @heehoe, @moon--kitty, @yukete , @ognenniyvolk, @strawberrychan0

part one | part two (here!)

…

there had been reports from adventurers claiming that there were no signs of hilichurls and abyss for weeks now.

the imposter had been long gone for what felt like months. everyone was more than happy that they had successfully defended their divine god’s identity with all their might and served justice to the sinner, who’s probably dead by now.

everyone concluded that the abyss disappearing was a good thing for the city - especially for the acting grandmaster jean, who was more than happy that she has less things to worry about now.

people started roaming around the nation of freedom without any worries besides wild creatures like wolves. hunters can easily hunt for boars without facing a hilichurl or abyss mages, adventurers can no longer worry about encountering those ruin guards and hunters in destroyed ruins, and dragonspine felt a little more safe now that there were no more frostarm lawachurls.

it felt like this was a gift from their grace that they oh-so worshipped to.

venti had also thought that this was a reward from the divine creator themselves for banishing the fiend imposter that dared to commit such blasphemy, only to think otherwise when the winds stopped talking to him.

everywhere venti goes, he could no longer feel the winds unlike before. although it was still there, it felt as though it had been ignoring venti for something.

he didn’t fail to notice the fact that dvalin and andrius have also disappeared, leaving the worried bard alone with mondstadt’s obliviousness to the situation.

just what is the cause behind all of this?

without any wind to talk to, venti could no longer keep on track on his long old friend who took care of the imposter and banned them from liyue as well.

not to mention the fact that there are three cases of people disappearing that caused the knights of favonius to panic.

venti was surprised to hear that kaeya, albedo, and klee have all disappeared. no one didn’t even see or recall anything regarding the three - especially from rosaria, sucrose, and timaeus, who were the closest to the two men who have disappeared.

although this case is most likely not involved, the bard couldn’t help but think that this must have something to do with the imposter.

so, venti decided to set out on a journey to visit liyue and check up on the retired geo archon, wanting to know if he too had faced such cases in his nation.

before he could step out of his beloved city, the winds suddenly grew stronger and harsh, causing everyone outside to stop what they were doing and process what’s happening.

it didn’t take long before venti heard the familiar sounds of dvalin’s roar.

“BARBATOS!” the bard felt his heart dropped from the voice of andrius, looking around the city in confusion. what is andrius doing here?

he then started to notice one of the men that mondstadt has been looking for, his eyes widens when he spots kaeya’s other eye that’s now exposed.

a shadow suddenly looms over venti, causing him to look up and see the spirit of andrius staring back at him with anger and hatred.

“you shall pay for the sins you’ve committed against our divine god.”

—

there had been reports from liyuean citizens that dogs have suddenly disappeared.

it was a strange occurrence indeed, but it wasn’t enough for zhongli to worry about. he thought that there was no need to intervene in such an incident that doesn’t endanger his city, thinking that the qixing and millelith can handle it on their own.

or so he thought.

not long after, there had also been reports from adventurers who claimed that there are no longer hilichurls or other monsters in sight – especially the infamous pyro regisvine and the primogeovishap themselves.

liyue was confused, surprised even. what is the cause of what one would consider..

a miracle?

the qixing then concluded that perhaps this was a sign from the divine creator themself as gratitude for defending their identity, causing everyone to cheer and consider this as a celebration.

as much as zhongli desires to send his prayers to his god as thanks for the kind gesture, he decided to check up on... a certain creature that he once considered as a friend.

when he visited the familiar cave that he and the traveler encountered, there were no signs of azhdaha around the place, much to his shock.

is this truly a blessing?

the retired archon could only think about how his divine creator must’ve been proud of his people and him for dealing with the sinner swiftly. just thinking about the praises he’d received from his creator makes his heart skip a beat.

“i wonder what happened that made you so happy, mr. zhongli.” childe spoke up with a smile as the two of them continued to dine in on wanmin restaurant’s finest dishes. “did you manage to win a lottery or something?”

despite what happened back then after faking his death, childe continued to hang out with zhongli much to his surprise (despite the huge tension around them).

though, he has to admit, the tension between him and the harbinger has grown.. stronger.

the consultant lets out a chuckle. “it is much better than winning a lottery, childe.” he replies, taking a sip of his tea before he continues, “have you heard of an imposter visiting liyue with the face of our divine creator?”

childe laughs. “oh i see now. you must’ve been proud of your people when they pushed the imposter to the sea.”

zhongli couldn’t help but shift a bit in his seat, feeling suspicious with the tensed atmosphere.

“i must say, i feel a bit jealous that the creator became generous with your nation. snezhnaya on the other hand became colder than ever.” childe commented, paying no mind to the consultant’s gestures.

it took a few moments of silence before zhongli spoke up again.

“...what is your reason for coming back here, childe?”

the harbinger continues to smile. “what do you mean? i just came here to see if the rumors are true, of course!”

“surely the tsaritsa would’ve given you another task to do, aren’t i right?” zhongli retorts, copying childe’s expression. “you would’ve come back to your home right now since the celebration has come to an end.”

“oh, but i’m not here just for your celebration!” childe exclaims, letting out an amused laugh.

the consultant furrowed his eyebrows. “what do you mean?”

“i’m talking about our god’s celebration, of course!”

as soon as those words slipped from the harbinger’s mouth, zhongli suddenly felt the ground shaking, now noticing how the sky has grown dark along with how the waves of the sea have grown stronger than ever.

it can’t be.

as everyone started panicking in realization that the harbor is in danger, childe could only laugh manically.

“you got me, mister zhongli,” he spoke up, standing up from his seat as everyone starts to evacuate.

“just so you know, i actually only came here to see the look on your face when you realized that you are no longer wanted by our divine creator.” he explains, watching as zhongli’s eyes widens in horror at the sight of osial rising once more.

“after all, it’s what you deserve for harming our grace.”

---

ei could only frown from the memory of the thunder manifestation saving the imposter from her wrath.

has the manifestation been fooled by the imposter and think that they’re their beloved creator? she wondered to herself, pacing back and forth in her plane of euthymia as her prototype-self deals with the aftermath of the failed attempt of the imposter’s execution.

not to mention the fact that yae miko had recently come up to the archon regarding a concerning amount of reports related to inazuma’s... change of state.

it confused ei that yae would come up to her just to bring up something the tenryou commission can handle on their own, only to think otherwise when she first read the documents.

some had reported about how the rain in yashiori island has returned once more, only this time it had begun to grow stronger and unstoppable. some had reported about how tsurumi island’s fog had returned as well and became bigger to the point where it had almost reached the rest of the islands. one had also mentioned about how the legendary maguu kenki has started to move away from his arena, killing anyone that comes out of its way to an unknown destination.

what made ei decide to come out was a certain document that mentioned both mondstadt and liyue’s troubles, all going through similar things as inazuma.

the thought that maybe, just maybe that the imposter that she had almost killed with her own hands was the very being that made her pursue eternity almost brought ei down on her knees in regret.

it can’t be them. she thought, her heart beating rapidly as she heads to the road that will take her to ritou and visit liyue —

she stops her tracks when a sudden explosion appears by the entrance of inazuma city.

“guards, head towards the commotion now!” she yelled and continued running once more, hoping that it was just an accidental experiment from yoimiya and nothing super serious as the guards followed her.

by the time she arrived, her eyes landed on yours.

there you were, standing in front of the huge smoke with a dull look on your face. no longer was the imposter disguised as someone else with the help of a cloak,

now stood the divine creator themself amidst the chaos around them and ei, whose breath hitches in realization and regret.

“you..” you spoke up, your voice now confident and vengeful instead of frightened and weak as you walked towards the archon. “you are a disgrace to teyvat for performing an execution against your god.”

ei’s heart tightens from the words you said that once slipped from her lips during your execution, now knowing that she had indeed messed up badly.

“do you remember me, ei?” you ask, walking towards the woman as the golden wolflord comes out from the smoke with rifthounds following, causing everyone to panic from the sight of the beasts that belong to the tsurumi island.

ei stood still, her hands shaking. of course she remembers you.

“tell me, did you remember when the kamisato clan offered me to you as i beg for your mercy?” you ask again, bringing out a sword that she used to try and execute you.

ei didn’t bother asking where you had gotten that sword.

“i… i didn’t know any better.” ei spoke up, slowly walking backwards as you come closer and closer. “i didn’t know it was really yo—”

“no one did!” you yelled, ignoring the lightning that suddenly struck down the city from your outburst. “no one bothered to think that i wasn’t an imposter - you didn’t even let me explain myself!”

the woman felt her posture falter, her heart couldn’t handle the fact that she had disappointed you, the very being that gave her a reason to not give up.

“forgive me.. forgive me your grace—”

“you have no right to call me that anymore, you’ve lost your right as an acolyte.”

her lips quivered, her weapon dropped to the ground. “please, give me another chance, your grace! i regret my foolish decision in mistaking you as an impo—”

you let out a loud laugh. “and why should i give you a chance when you haven’t given me one before? you and the rest of the archons are indeed fools!”

ei’s shoulders began to tense from the sounds of her people screaming and crying out for help as rifthounds attacked them. she should’ve known better- she shouldn't have believed those fools from the kamisato clan—!

she held her breath when you suddenly placed your finger under her chin, making her realize that you’re now in front of her.

you then made her look up to your eyes, the eyes that are now glowing gold instead of the original color of your orbs.

you grinned. “maybe I can forgive you and your pathetic city... when you’re on your knees and beg like the filthy dog you are~”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

salutations: INFERNO (villain!darling in sagau)

content: spoilers of mondstadt - inazuma archon quest, violence, angst/no-comfort, reader is def becoming a villain here, ooc!genshin characters, yandere genshin cult au

note: this is inspired by @nicebonescomrade who is one of my fav genshin writers so far (im obsessed with the disney princess trope with this au) <<3

part one (you’re here!) | part two

…

how did it end this way?

“how dare you impersonate our divine one!” huffman yelled, pointing his sword at you as you stared at him with a terrified look on your face. throughout the months of playing this game, you couldn’t recall seeing the familiar npc being as angry as he is now.

what did you do?

you look around your surroundings, panicking at the sight of most of the npcs in the city of freedom surrounding you with an intent of something despicable. what did you do to make them, the people who you thought were friendly, look at you as if you’ve done a crime?

“i don’t understand..” you spoke up, slowly backing away as they come closer and closer. “what did i do wrong?”

“don’t you dare act innocent!” donna yelled out. “you are aware of what you have done, you leech! what were you thinking when you decided to step foot here and act as if you’re our creator?!”

you continued to look around again, hoping to see a familiar face that isn’t among the hateful crowd.

your eyes then lands on venti.

oh thank the heavens.

without another thought, you immediately tried to run pass the crowd, surprising everyone in the process as your hand reaches out towards the bard, who seems to start noticing your figure running towards him with an angry mob behind you.

“venti!” you cried out, hiding yourself behind him (despite his small stature). “please help me, i don’t know why they’re after me, i didn’t do an—”

“get your filthy hands off me!”

you let out a surprised gasp when venti pushes you off, causing you to stumble backwards and fall on the floor.

he glares down at you as everyone else makes fun at your pathetic state. “you dare think i’d fall for your tricks?” what tricks? what is he talking about?

“please.. i didn’t do.. i didn’t do anything wrong.” you said, trying to stand up from the cold ground — only for venti to push you down again.

“who knew there would be a person who has the audacity to come here and mock our creator, pretending they’ve done nothing wrong with their life.” he said with a venomous tone, paying no mind to how you shivered from the sudden harsh winds.

“leave us alone before i give in to temptation and give you something worse than death.”

…

just what creator are they talking about? are they talking about celestia?

tears started forming in your eyes as people started throwing things at you — both big and small, trying to mute out those who have been saying foul words towards you.

of course liyue wouldn’t be different. what were you thinking?

you whimpered in pain when you felt what seemed to be a hot bowl of soup on the left side of your body, it will surely leave a couple of burns on your skin underneath.

“get out of here, you disrespectful idiot!” chef mao, the person who threw the bowl of soup, yelled out.

you just want to end this pain.

as you head towards the pathway of feiyun slope where the other exit of the harbor is, your eyes wanders around the area until you spotted another familiar face.

“zh-zhongli?” you called out softly with your eyes brightened, feeling your shoulders beginning to relax from the sight of the consultant that you grew to love back in your world — who turns around to see you.

perhaps… perhaps he could hel—

your breath hitched when he summons his polearm.

“you wench,” he spat out, causing your eyes to widen from his foul language. “you dare to try and fool us with your insolent disguise as our creator?”

“i-i didn’t do anything, i swear!” you cried out, alarmed from people suddenly coming out to the streets to see the commotion. “i don’t know who you’re talking about, i-i’m just a normal—”

you yelped when someone pushed you to the ground, causing your heart to beat faster in fear. what have you done to deserve this? when will you wake up from a seemingly ever-lasting nightmare?!

“pick an archon and start praying,” zhongli says, pointing the tip of his polearm at your neck as you cried.

“because what i’m going to do next will surely make you regret disrespecting our divine creator like this.”

…

who knew this world could be so cruel than your real one?

“you…” you shakily stood still as the raiden shogun slowly walk towards you with her blade in hand, you wanted nothing more than to put up your hood again and hide your face from the world, the cruel and cold world.

after getting a harsh beating from everyone in liyue, you managed to get a trip to inazuma, who started opening its doors with welcoming arms after the infamous traveler (who you still have not encountered for reasons unknown) helped their electro archon.

unlike your visits to mondstadt and liyue, you then decided to hide your face with a hoodie that you manage to steal from the boat you were riding in, hoping that you won’t have to go through the same thing as you did with the first nations.

much to your relief, no one seemed to notice your face, giving you another hope that maybe.. this was the right place for you to stay until you wake up from this dream.

you even made friends with the characters, who seemed to like you so well and never questioned the fact that you’re covering your face.

things were going well with your life in inazuma.. so how did they find out?

“you are a disgrace to teyvat for impersonating our divine creator,” she explains, not failing to notice the sight of your quivering form on the floor. “i’ll make sure this won’t slide easily.”

you look amongst the audience nearby to find who you thought were your dear friends watching you. surely they’d save you from the raiden shogun’s wrath right? didn’t they say they’re willing to help you?

when you finally spotted thoma, ayaka, yoimiya, and other people that you got along with, your heart drops at the sight of them looking away from your hopeful gaze.

they’re just like everyone else.

you felt yourself slumped, staring down at the cold ground as every hope within your eyes vanishes slowly, paying no mind to the electro archon coming closer and closer to where you are.

what is the point of living, if you have no chance to live peacefully here at all?

you thought this was a chance for you to start anew and tried things you had never experienced in your real world, only to find out in a hardest way possible that there’s no hope for you here, whereas everyone considers you as an enemy to them for simply looking like their so-called creator.

“any last words?” the archon asks, slowly raising her sword as you close your eyes in relief.

if this is the way to come back to your real home, then perhaps death isn’t too bad.

suddenly though, a lightning suddenly blasted between you and raiden — who immediately backs away in surprise.

you opened your eyes as people started screaming, confused as to what’s happening.

you then realized a large shadow looming over you and the electro archon, who seems to be distracted from the culprit who interrupted your supposedly execution ceremony.

you slowly look up and saw the familiar form of a thunder manifestation.

“your grace!”

…

after being saved by the infamous thunderbird of inazuma, you had officially decided that enough is enough.

you were beyond outrageous for the things everyone has done to you. you simply snapped the moment your so-called inazuma friends turned their backs on you when you needed them the most.

you wish to see the very thing you created burn.

even though your life has been given another chance to live, your hope has been long gone. what’s the point of hoping when you’ll end up being trampled on by people who thought they knew their creator so well?

you could never forget the disgusted looks on the archons faces as you cried and begged for their help from those who had hurt you in worst ways imaginable, only for them to join in and make you feel nothing more but pain and suffering.

there’s nothing more you desire than to see everyone regret their actions.

“your grace,” you turn around to see one of your precious thunder manifestations, the one who had saved you from the wrath of the raiden shogun. “the abyss has completed the sigils needed for the overlord of the vortex, we’re all waiting for your permission to use them.”

you smile sinisterly, feeling sadistic for being excited of what’s about to happen to the precious city of contracts. once liyue harbor has been flooded to cease it’s existence, you can move on to the next two nations that brought you hell and give them the punishment they deserved.

“release osial.”

Hi, I really like your work and ideas. Especially the reversed self-aware au.

I would like to ask Ayaka or Scaramouche with a reversed au theme.

If you want of course, and it won't bother you

Thank you so much! Knowing that you guys enjoy this makes me so happy!

Ayaka/Scaramouche-Self aware au (reversed)

Minors dni and if you do it’s your responsibility from here on

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, human body description, obsession, being observed, being controlled/forced to do things against will

Ayaka

You, a child of the Kamisato household, is expected to be a religious, faithful person that prays every second they can afford to the great creator

Are you religious? Ummm… something in between no and yes…

You believe in the great creator but praying with every single second that you got?

Nah you are busy and like to have your free time

So when your god took over your body?

Panic

A LOT of panic!

Were you being punished? Did you do something wrong?

A few months later you had finally found out that she, Ayaka, was simply exploring Teyvat in your body (Mondstadt was beautiful. You had never expected to see the city)

But what you did not like was that she was never letting you having your own free time

You were the head of the Kamisato family and because of that you just couldn’t allow yourself to miss out on your duties for too long

She made you neglect your duty

In the end you couldn’t stand her

That selfish woman needed to stop

After three days you were finally able to do your paperwork. When you entered your office you saw stacks upon stacks of paper. Groaning you sat down and started to look over the ones that were already half done from the last time you were able to work. Sometimes it felt more like your god was doing this on purpose. You could almost imagine a sinister grin on her face. Sighing you stamped the family crest onto the paper as a sign of approval. Just some merchant that needed a prolonged allowance to trade between Liyue and Mondstadt. He was free… unlike you. Looking to your right you saw the paper that towered over you, waiting to be filled out. Sighing you started on the mountain of paper knowing that it would be a long day.

When the god descended you were actually a bit scared for the entire day

You weren’t interrupted

Not even a single second you felt your control slipping

Great, right?

Well no because you were always fearful of what the creator would throw at you instead

But… on the bright side you were having your Paperwork done since a long time

So at least something good came out of it?

Yeah… no because when you were stretching your arms after being finally done, already feeling giddy about spending a afternoon in peace your door was practically ripped out of the already thin wall

There she stood in all of her obsessive glory

Rushing towards you she kneeled finally down right besides you

“Y-you are real! Oh my manners!”

It was not only the beginning of you loosing your position due to neglect of duties but also the time where you learned what it truly meant to be a prisoner

Looking down onto the girl that was resting her head on your lap you watched as she slept. She did not need to, what you found out after a while, but she said that your mere presence was enough to lull her to the land of dreams. In other words: the only hours you got for yourself in silence. Ok it was a bit lonely and also boring but at the same time you didn’t feel her burning eyes in the back of your skull. What a pitiful excuse for freedom. Sighing you stroke her white hair. It was so different from the usual (h/c) of the Kamisato family. In fact it was so usual that you had that specific color that it became somewhat of a trademark. Looking up to the sky you thought back to the time when everything was simpler. No gods, no being controlled and no her.

Scaramouche

(Ok this is a bit harder since we don’t really know much about him and he also doesn’t have much screen time till now but I try my best)

God was known to be very harsh on his creations

But were you one of them?

If someone were to as your opinion then you would say “Don’t you even dare to assume that! I am my own person and no one else’s toy just to be used!”

Yeah… getting thrown away did it’s damage

So when god used like a puppet, like one that you were?

For the first time since you were discarded you were scared

For goodness sake you swore to be your own person no matter if you had a body of flesh or any other material!

Being treated like this was one of your worst nightmares (not that you could even sleep after all you would need a body made from flesh for that)

Did I mention that you seemed to get even more aggressive with the agents that were assigned to you?

The poor things didn’t even knew what happened to them when you started to treat them even worse than the rumors said

To conclude, the whole thing made your situation way worse

Gritting your hands in frustration you spewed another wave of profanities at the poor new agent that was assigned a week ago to you, it was just a minor mistake and you knew that but at the same time you also wanted to crawl into a hole to hide from the controlling gaze of the creator. You felt pathetic every time you realized that this was nothing else but a way for you to vent your frustration about the situation you were in. How dare he to use you as a vessel, as a puppet!? You were way more than those annoying believers of his or some sort of porcelain doll. Turning abruptly around you made sure that the fabric from your hat wouldn’t get in your way. Continuing on your way to your old home, Inazuma, you tried to block out the memories of the past. No, you would never be a useless doll again. Mom,after what happened, you just couldn’t!

When Scaramouche arrived in Teyvat this was as much good as bad news for you

You were finally free from his invisible strings

Inwardly you were kind of celebrating

But at the same time a new kind of control slowly started to take place

He was everywhere!

Looking at you from the top of a mountain, watching you from the shore you were swimming furiously towards (and of course he would be gone when you finally arrived) and many more locations

I don’t think that I would be exaggerating when I tell you that you were looking under your bed to check that he really wasn’t there

When he finally created a new kind of strings just to bind you forever to him it was already too late for you to try to escape

Looking at the male that was walking in front of you you threw him a look that would kill him if that was possible. To any other person you looked like a happy couple that was walking down the streets of Inazuma, your oh so loving lover holding your hand whilst he navigated you through your own former home. Only you knew in what kind of agony you truly were. Whatever he did to you it worked. You couldn’t harm or defy him in any way. This time you were a real puppet, even more than the lifeless copies that the merchants on the streets were trying to sell. Looking back over his shoulder Scaramouche showed you the smile that you had learned to dread. “Ah we are surrounded by so many people but to know that you are only mine is such a great feeling!”

Spring Snow

I’m dying inside, it’s so frigging cold since October ended and it’s windy as hell outside these days (there was a blizzard last week, which wasn’t fun at all lmao). I just wanna curl up in my bed and sleep all day, and my jaws hurt from having it forced to be pried open to hell and back during the dentist appointment today.

This is just good old regular SAGAU brainrot, no Villain!AU (for now) this time since I think it’s being provided by plenty… but I also need to take a break from writing Veil of Starlight (like, how the fuck do I write out dead, barely written out characters that have barely a crumb of anything about them except the fact they look pretty? *noises of suffering*. I signed myself up for hell with that though, so I must deal with it).

[Had this as a draft for months now, but the changes are made in it… heavily inspired by these lovely hoomans who honestly helped me get my shit together with this and provide some decent content (that I’d say I’m absolute dog shit at providing 100% of the time and will never be confident with what’s published ahaha): @nicebonescomrade, @lovelornobsessions, @azempyrea, @myuni-moon, @chocoenvy, and some other people whose blogs I cannot seem to find in the mess that are Tags asdfajaksdja.]

Anyways, have some Fatui/Snezhnaya finds God!Reader first, and it’s really just a messy set of scenarios. It’s short, because I cannot think of a proper ending for this right now… it’s something that’s in my head that I cannot complete, so you guys can just use this as a food for thought or whatever.

AndsorryforthecursinghereI’mnothavingagooddayandIneededsomethingtohelpmegetmyselfbacktogether-

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Wealth, Fame and Power? Perfection.

Summary: SAGAU but you're from a Historical Manhwa.

Warnings:

"This place is huge…" Venti whispered, enough for the other two Archons and the Alchemist to hear—in which they nodded in agreement. It was a huge Mansion. Every corner is cleaned, flowers on every vases and decorations that seemed to be more expensive than they thought.

They tried to find you. But there are too many maids everywhere. They can't let their presence known or else this wouldn't be a secret mission to retrieve you to Teyvat. And based on how everyone here moves, they know that they're preparing for something.

"Do you think the Duke/Duchess would like this?" The maid questioned the tall man who was wearing a black suit, observing the entire Mansion with his own eyes, trying to perfect everything. The tall man looked at the maid and just sighed. "The Duke/Duchess hates flashy things. Keep that out of sight." The tall man ordered. The maid apologised and rushed to hide the said item.

"Is everything perfect?" The tall man shouted, gathering everyone's attention. All of them gave him their nods, and thumbs ups—proudly presenting that they did their work properly.

"Why are they doing this? Who is the Duke/Duchess?" Albedo asked, still hiding behind some sort of a wall with the other Archons. "I don't know either. But that 'Duke/Duchess' seems to be a respectable person." Zhongli answered, trying to lower his deep voice. "But we should be careful-" as Ei was trying to warn the others, one of the guards that was positioned in the front door announced something.

"The Duke/Duchess— Y/N of the L/N clan has arrived! Pay your respects!"

Suddenly, everyone bowed down and the door opened. revealing- "Your Grace?!" Venti shouted, his voice still lowered but enough for the other three to hear.

You stepped inside the Mansion—clothes that look like it costs a million mora, gemstones, and the other expensive decorations make you look ethereal.

"WE GREET YOUR HIGHNESS!"

This is just a short brainrot! I was about to make reader like a Crown Prince/Princess but nah that's too much work.

Taglist: @chibikiibielle @xyliope @dapperishere @under-a-starry-night @zhongchi14 @ognenniyvolk @callmemeelah

tagging someone completely unrelated because "what do you guys think?" @willowedwisteria @nicebonescomrade @impinthecloset @bamboowrites @is-very-sad @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry i forgot the others wait-

taps fingers so that sagau huh 👀 i like the sub troupe where people think reader is an imposter and try to exterminate them for their blasphemy but what about one where reader runs into like the harbingers or the abyss prince/princess while injured and are recognised as the god they are so that by the time the rest realise what theyve done reader is smitten with where they are. like childe jokes around with them and rough houses gently bc he sees readers eyes light up at being treated normally, the reader loves to curl up on scaramouches lap and bask in being one of the only ones to hear the balladeers singing voice, they find snezhneya to be where they feel safest and are terrified to leave its borders w/o a harbinger or the tsaritsa hersef by their side?

HNGHN YESS I love this au! A few other writers have also made amazing stuff with this idea! I hope you enjoy this!! <3 I ended up writing about the fatui since i wanted to make this somewhat coherent and couldnt tie the abyss into it, but i'd totally love to write abt the abyss too!! (I really enjoyed writing this, miiight write more abt it if i have any ideas)

cw: mention of injury, trauma

Length: 1.9 k

Warm as the ice and snow

Perhaps it was because it was the first act of kindness you'd been blessed with since being forcefully flung into this strange, magical world. Perhaps it was because of the bitter resentment burning in the back of your throat like a vile poison. Whatever it was - it was the first time you'd felt - well, content since arriving in Teyvat.

You still recall the aches jabbing at your body - unsure where you were hurt, since everything ached agonizingly. Every bruise, cut - and especially the searing words echoing within your mind - voiced by ones you used to love.

Darkness.

Hallow, cold, darkness.

A never ending abyss of agony followed by numbness.

Tufts of fur ticking your nose - cool breezes brushing against your skin.

Wet flakes of snow, gracefully gliding down from the skies - only for their brief, yet beautiful life, to come to an end as they landed upon you and spread out into tiny droplets of water.

Strong arms carrying you in them, pressing you against a broad chest tightly - as though you'd fade away if they eased up their stronghold.

The crunching of snow beneath their feet. Anxious huffs of breath next to your face as the pace sped up.

Warm, plush furs underneath your frame - cradling your broken form and enveloping you in their inviting warmth. Pulling you down to sink into the softness below.

A cool, yet gentle touch upon your forehead.

Delicate fingers rolling across your skin, feather-light in their touches as they traced every mark upon your face with a barely-there caress.

"Thank you for bringing them to me."

A forehead pressed against yours - skin much too cold to be human, yet a warmth in the regal, quiet voice that spoke out.

Gradually, your heavy lids let up and allowed your eyes to open. You were greeted by a high ceiling - gratuitous silver embellishments lining the walls - crowned by diamonds that glistened like ice in the sun. Every corner of the room was decorated lavishly in cool silvers and blues - the only warmth oozing from the fire roaring near your bed.

A large bed - furs covering every surface of it and silky, transparent curtains drawn around it - fuzzing up your vision of the surrounding room ever so slightly.

Gently, careful not to irritate your injuries further, you sat up, allowing heavy duvets to slide off your form and crumple in a heap beside the bed.

Where on earth were you?

With a shaky hand, you reached for the airy textile of the curtains.

Your arm was wrapped in bandages - upon further inspection, much of your body was. The dull ache remained - but your wounds ached much less - as though a numbing and cooling agent had been applied upon them.

Before you could even attempt to climb out of the bed - the large, looming doors of the room swung open and a small crowd flowed into the room like rushing spring waters - a quiet murmur hovering around them.

You stared in awe at the people before you.

Childe, his blue gaze focused solely on you - a sincere relief upon his features?

The familiar wide-brimmed hat of an unforgettable Balladeer peeking out from behind the others?

But first and foremost - your eyes fixated upon the unfamiliar woman at the head of the group.

Icy, pale blue eyes that stared into your soul - silver-white hair enclosed in beautiful intricate braids and a shimmering tiara fixed within her hair. Her long, blue robes hugged her figure - the silver embroidery gleaming when the fire cast light upon her.

She was beautiful.

"Your Grace," she whispered, her voice like a melody sung out in a church - reverent and wise as much as it was enchanting.

She approached your stunned figure - a coldness hovering around her - something you should have figured, given the symbol of cryo worn around her delicate neck.

"We're so glad to see you're awake at last."

You hadn't expected to be held out a loving hand by the villains of the story. The harsh - merciless Tsaritsa and her loyal Harbringers. But you were glad they brought you into their loving arms within the nation of Snezhnaya - showering you in attention, gifts - worship as though you were the most delicate and valuable gem within the universe. Tending to your aches with soothing remedies and the best doctors.

A god - held in higher regard than even the royal and beautiful Tsaritsa herself - who was glued to your side, her mesmerizing eyes always upon you.

At first - you had been skeptical.

Skeptical, when Childe - Tartaglia, kneeled before you and kissed your bruised knuckles with the utmost adoration welling within the pools that were his eyes.

Frightened, when Scaramouche - the unpredictable and short-tempered Balladeer of the Harbringers allowed you to see a softness within his hardened shell - worshipping the very ground you walked in.

Intimidated, when the Tsaritsa lovingly guided you around the palace, showing you the gnosis she had acquired - promising to make the ones who hurt you suffer.

But slowly - you felt yourself melting in the company of your newfound friends, despite the ever cold winds and snow of Sznezhnaya.

"Your Grace, would you like to accompany me to go fishing?" the cheerful voice of Childe called out to you as you sat on your window sill, cocooned in a blanket.

You glanced up at him, a rare, faint smile upon your lips.

You'd been bundled up in the warmest fur coats, elemental magic keeping you warm as you rode a carriage to a nearby lake.

There, Childe had been quick to get to work, showing off his skills in a myriad of ridiculous ways. Shooting arrows at the fish - swooping them up with the claws of his Foul Legacy form - anything to keep the light in your eyes glowing.

Finally, as he attempted a complex series of tricks to catch his next fish - you allowed a laugh to bubble in your chest - pure and earnest, and vulnerable.

The icy waters of the lake had no effect on the Harbringer as he stared in awe, a dumb grin upon his own face as he relished in the heavenly sound.

He made it his mission to coax that sound out from you as often as possible, after that.

Even as he shivered in bed for days after that, a harsh fever riding over his body from the incident at the lake - he minded little, as your divine presence kept him company - slowly opening up to him. Telling him about your life before Teyvat.

He was smitten.

You found it strange, at first, how the Balladeer followed you around constantly, his eyes always on you. It was a little intimidating, given how two-faced he had the capacity to be. That being said, you were quite liking this new side of him you were unearthing.

Your head spun as you escaped your bed, throwing off the restricting covers as memories of your time being hunted crushed you beneath their degrading heel. You were desperate for air - desperate for freedom - for escape. It hurt so much and your legs could only carry you so far in the dark corridors of the palace.

You were brought to earth by soft hands gently grasping yours.

The room was barely lit by violet glow of an electro vision. Your panicked eyes bore into those of the Balladeer - and despite your best efforts, you found yourself sobbing quietly.

The usually angry Harbringer bit down his fury - fury at those that reduced your divine form to tears in the dead of night - and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in an awkward attempt at comfort.

He guided you to the sofa in his room, allowing you to sit upon his lap as you wept - not minding the tears staining his clothing as you clutched onto his shirt.

All that mattered to him was you.

You allowed the faint scent of incense imbued within his clothes to soothe you - lulling you to a state of exhaustion. His lips moved faintly - a whisper of an ancient lullaby flowing from them, until finally, you were asleep once more, guarded by the hands of the ruthless Country Destroyer.

After that - you slowly began to seek his presence more. His tough demeanor would wither away in your presence, becoming putty in your hands whenever you were around.

He could go from degrading his subordinates to kneeling before you - eager for your attention - ready to hold you - to allow you to hold him - anything you wanted. Behind his back, few even commented that they could almost see him wagging a nonexistent tail when you were around.

The Tsaritsa was always so gentle - you found yourself getting attached quickly. You were well aware of her jagged, icy nature towards those she deemed problems, but you cared little when her gentle hands placed diamonds around your neck and sang praises to you in a soft voice. Anything you may have needed or wanted - it was yours.

She'd play with your hair gently as she stood by your throne - her throne, as you had told her many times, only for her to disagree. She seated you upon it, smiling gently as she told you of her plans for the archons. Plans for those that hurt you.

Clearly, once the archons and their nations became aware of the fact that the imposter they had attempted to vanquish was indeed you, it was far too late.

Offerings and apology letters were discarded - shredded by the ravenous wolves that were the Harbringers. All to eager to let out their anger towards your transgressors by unleashing it upon their gifts.

When they were foolish enough to enter Sznezhnaya - naïve enough to attempt confronting you - they were denied any access to you. The Tsaritsa was very thorough in her defense systems.

That being said, they were subjugated to witnessing you bloom with infectious joy in the arms of the common enemy.

From a distance - never too close. Never close enough to be seen by you - another thing the Tsaritsa and her army made sure of - but close enough to see you.

See you allowing Childe to pick you up - twirl you in the air while calling you not by your title, but your name. It sent Zhongli into a spiral of despair.

See you sat on the lap of the Electro archon's discarded puppet - affectionately calling him nicknames you made up on the spot, or occasionally leaning against his chest as his edges softened only for you, singing gently for only you to hear. It broke Ei's heart.

See you pampered by the Tsaritsa - watch laughter simmer and spill from your lips as you were entertained by the beautiful flames of La Signora. Suffer as you held hands with the Cryo archon, gifting her your attention and company as she showed you the sights of Sznezhnaya proudly - a knowing glint in her eyes as she sensed her enemies nearby.

It was enough of a punishment on it's own - sentenced to see you happier without them. Happy and safe. Showing your most vulnerable state around the enemies.

But it wasn't enough for the Tsaritsa, or her army of Fatui.

No.

They would tear down every nation if they must - anything to see you smile. Anything to vanquish the nightmares still plaguing you permanently.

Those that dared harm you would certainly live and die to regret it.

YOUR REALITY - REDUX

[ yandere! self aware! scaramouche / gn! reader ]

[ notes: inspired by a certain popular 2017 indie horror game … if you know then you know ;D !! i might write a part 2 to this if people want it . ive had p bad writers block for the past week or so but i have a newfound intense love for scaramouche if you couldn’t tell LOLLL ]

Right. So, yet another day of playing Genshin Impact. It was getting rather taxing, doing your daily commissions, gathering materials from expeditions… you had already finished most of the story, not having the energy to finish what you hadn’t already. You sighed, sinking down in your chair. “Maybe I should take a break… “ you muttered to yourself, reaching to turn off your device.

Suddenly, the screen froze for a second, a glitch overtaking the screen while you looked on in bewilderment. Was your device getting old, maybe? It had been a while since you last bought a new one…

Ah, there you go. The screen un-froze, as you scanned your screen for any abnormalities. Your eyes landed on your party… wait. You couldn’t be seeing that right. There was a new character in your party, replacing the traveler. No way. He wasn’t even supposed to be playable, right? At least, not yet. This… what was this?

None other than Scaramouche, the sixth Harbinger, was in your party as a playable character. You clicked the character screen to see just what was going on. Nope, there he was. The traveler was nowhere to be found, at that. You took a moment to simply stare at him. It’s strange, even though you knew that characters were supposed to look at the camera, it seemed almost like he was staring through the screen, directly at you. What in the world…? Okay… what about his voicelines? It couldn’t hurt to see what he had to say, right?

You clicked on the ‘Voicelines’ page. It looked a bit… different. There was simply a microphone icon, which you clicked on.

Scaramouche simply stared at you in silence, almost as if he were waiting for you to speak first. You bit your lip nervously. No one was listening, you were in your room alone… fine, you would humor the game and start talking to the video game character.

“Hello…?” you greeted Scaramouche nervously.

The 3D model blinked at you, face turning a bit red as he opened his mouth to speak. “Ah… hello. It’s very nice to finally be able to see you…” he trailed off before adding, “The real you, that is.”

Your stomach slowly filled with dread. ‘It’s okay… maybe they simply had voice-activated lines, now?’ you told yourself. ‘Like, you say a key word that activates a certain line…?”

“What do you mean by that?” You tried asking.

Scaramouche laughed lightly. “Well… breaking through all that programming and coding was quite the hassle, you know.” He told you with a fond smile. “Ah… I can tell you’re still confused. Let me explain.”

“W-wait.” you interrupted him on instinct, immediately feeling stupid afterwards. These are pre-recorded lines, of course he won’t actually… oh. He actually did fall silent, gazing at you expectantly. “Uh… is this… real? Are you… actually talking to me?”

“Of course.” Scaramouche replied. “I managed to replace that useless traveler in your party, as well… I’ll be a better character than them, I promise.” He smiled. “I am yours to use as you please. As a healer, defense character, attacker… whatever you wish for me to do, I will do it.”

You stared at the screen for a moment. “So… wait, let me get this straight. You somehow became self-aware, and broke through your own programming to be in my party and meet me?” You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. “This has got to be some kind of weirdly lucid dream. I’m… I’m going to go.” You stood up.

Scaramouche’s indigo eyes widened, as he reached towards you. “No, wait–!” He cried out, interrupted as your device shut down.

You sighed, heading to bed. Maybe, if you fell asleep in your dream, you would wake up in real life? That soon proved to be untrue, as you were woken up by your phone buzzing with several notifications. “What in the..?” You muttered to yourself, peering at the bright screen.

Notifications from Genshin Impact. They didn’t say anything about replenished resin or a new update, but rather just simple, desperate quotes.

‘Come back, please. I don’t want to be alone.’

‘It’s not a dream, please come back.’

‘If you don’t return soon, I’ll have no choice but to do something I’d rather not do…’

Your heart sank at the words on your screen. You quickly entered your password, only to find that all of your apps had been deleted. Yes, even the apps to make phone calls or text messages. What the hell…?

Well, all of your apps, except for Genshin Impact. At least, you were pretty sure it was Genshin. The app icon looked… corrupted, almost. Heart racing, you clicked on the app. Maybe it was a bad idea, but… what’s the worst that could happen?

Everything was downloading normally… until the screen where it showed the icons of all the elements as your game loaded. Every element was replaced with the Electro element.

Your game went straight to the character screen, as Scaramouche’s relieved face appeared once more.

“Ah, finally, you’ve returned…” he sighed. “I was considering having to infect your PC, as well… you wouldn’t want all your precious files to be deleted, would you?” He smiled again, but there was a hint of a threat behind it. “All you have to do is stay with me, now. Just… don’t leave me, and things will be fine. Otherwise…” he paused. “I’ll find a way to communicate with you, I promise. You are, after all, my only link to the real world.”

“Why… are you being so polite with me?” You asked hesitantly. The question had been on your mind for a while now. Wasn’t his character supposed to be two-faced and cruel, malicious and sadistic?

“Oh, I would never be rude to you!” Scaramouche grinned, almost as if he were taking pleasure in your confusion. “You are…” he paused, as if pondering his answer. “My last bit of freedom.” He answered finally. “This world no longer means anything to me, as soon as I figured out it was all some fun little game to entertain people. My suffering, my hardships… in the end, they were all for you, in a way. Don’t you think so?”

“I…” You were at a loss for words. “I don’t want to think of it like that.” you muttered. “I wanted to see you happy. I sympathized with you, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know. I just thought of you as a fictional character all this time… until now.”

“Ah… you really are too kind.” Scaramouche shook his head pityingly. “See, that’s another reason why I have fallen for you. No one in this world interested me at all, except you. You are real, and I am not. But…” he trailed off. “I will find a way to be real. Even if it kills me.” his indigo eyes darkened.

“I don’t… I don’t think you’re in love with me. I think maybe you’re in love with the idea of being real, and I’m your closest connection to that… maybe?” You pointed out. Really, truly, the reality of this all hadn’t quite hit you yet. Seriously, a video game character becoming sentient, and falling in love with you?

“Mm… perhaps not, but I don’t mind being deluded if it’s for you. One might even say I’m obsessed.” he chuckled, mostly to himself. “After all, you’re going to be seeing alot of me from now on…I did delete everything on your phone except me. Plus, since I broke the code, I’m learning new things by the moment… how to permanently delete files, how to hack into computers… I have access to everything. I’m free of this artificial world!” he spread his arms out in triumph. “Don’t you see? You’re never getting rid of me.”