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Our Lovely Scorched Sun

Part 1

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Hello! Long time no see lol. I have just been busy with work and life, honestly, but I got some inspo and motivation, so here I am with this post. I wanted to do a different take on the SAGAU, but instead of normal creator, what if we had a presence of an Eldritch horror? Just being near us hurts them or touching our skin burns them, ya know? Like that kind of route. Reader is FemReader! Also, this is gonna be multiple parts! Also, sorry for any errors! I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Blood, gore, self h4rm, mental breakdowns, angst.

Story under the cut!

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You were their god, their salvation during dark times, their reason for living. When you finally descended into Teyvat, you were stunning, breathtaking even. A white flowly dress hugged your form as Teyvat softened your fall with flowers beneath you.

Your (h/c) falling around you like soft leaves, outlining your face. You were sleeping peacefully.

It was so serene.

You were beautiful even as they watched you softly fall.

Your followers were kneeling before you when you awoke from your slumber. Everything was hazy as your eyelashes fluttered open, the sun blazing onto your face, the gentle breeze softly pecking your cheek, and the soft whispers of people felt so surreal yet warm.

You looked around to see the characters you loved so dearly look at you with admiration, waiting for you to speak. It was truly a blessing to witness their creator finally here, with them, about to be worshiped by them.

However, this serene scene soon turned into cries of pain. Everything happened so fast. One moment, the characters you loved reaching to help you up, and the next moment, they recoil back screaming in agony as their skin blisters from something boiling hot.

It wasn't just their skin, either. It was their eyes as they looked upon you. It felt like they were staring into the sun, like daggers stabbing their eyes countless of time. Eyes tearing up from the intense pain, bloodshot even.

However, amongst the chaos, your followers still tried to comfort you as you began to panic as the scene got worse. They just wanted to help and make sure you were safe. However, even those followers got burned. Without thinking you got up and ran away, scared from what was happening, you didn't know if it was you causeing it or something else, but your mind said to run. Your followers screamed your name to come back, and even as they were screaming cries of pain, they still wanted their creator with them.

Months passed, and everyone learned how to live with their creator. You in the lavish palace they made for you, adorned with the most finest furnishings, colors, and flowers. You don't see any of the characters or be close to them at all. You have to stay in the palace, almost like a bird in a cage, alone. The only company you have is the sky and the breeze of the winds outside from your windows.

You gotten used to the quiet halls and the echoing audeince chamber. This was the only way for everyone to be safe.

You kept saying to yourself, "No more pain or screams from anyone."

When its time to eat, get new supplies, or get letters they wrote, a trusted follower will come inside your abode. The follower will put everything where its meant to be, while you are on the other side far from them, so your presnce doesnt effect them. This took a while to figure out, but if you're a good distance from them, they're safe.

Once you hear a bell ring, that's your cue that you can go back. This is how yall coexist, their creator safe and sound, and your followers are safe and sound. However, no one was truly happy in this situation. You were lonely, touch starved for human interaction, while your follwoers wanted to be closer to you, help you, be by your side..to fully worship you. It was years when you finally snapped, sick of being truly alone, you wanted to end it all. You were tired of just existing.

God, you were tired.

You started thrashing around your room, throwing plants, pillows, perfums, candles, anything really you can get your hands on. Suddenly, you hear a crash, and like a sign, you look towards the noise only to find your vanity mirror. It was broken, some pieces fell onto the marble floor, while the rest stayed in the mirror. Walking towards it, you saw your reflection, your e/c orbs looking back at you. The night gown you were wearing was a mess, hair in disarray, puffy eyes shown hours of crying. This is you, as pretty as you were, you were disgusted at yourself. And it didn't help that this reflection of you was broken. Jagged pieces showed yourself as broken. Which is how you felt truly at this moment. You were exhausted, angry, and humiliated at the face, looking back at you.

This body of yours was like posion to others, turning and twisting their faces into agnoy. That's when something inside of you erupted, sending your hands to your face. Tearing at your skin, you didn't feel any pain, too high on the aderaline to notice. Your nails dig deeper into your flesh, wishing this body, this flesh of yours didn't exist. Your once clean, beautiful nails were now coated in golden blood.

This was your fault.

If only you didn't have this body, you would be normal, be able to be with everyone. After what seemed like forever, the pain finally hit you, your raw flesh burned, golden hot liquid staining your gown, pooling at the ground. You gotten so deep that you saw bits of bone. You screamed in agony, trying not to touch your face, grabbing onto anything to squeeze your hands onto, to lessen the pain. While in this panic state, you saw your reflection one more time. This time, though, it was grotesque and feral. You looked non-human, almost like some kind of monster. Even though you saw the raw flesh, the bone, the veins, your mind told you this was your true form. The beauty you had earlier was an illusion, which made you sob from the realization. Soon, everything was turning hazy as your body began to shut down. It was all too much for you. With a loud thud, your body fell onto the same marble floor that was covered with your golden blood.

You awoke to the birds chirping outside, the soft morning light hitting your face to wake you. You slowly opened your eyes to see the marbled floor and the dry blood before you. In the same spot when you first fell, slowly getting up, you looked around to see the mess you made. Instinctively grabbing at your hair as pain surges from your head, the fall being to blame, you slowly pulled away to look around. You were still a bit hazy from sleep, so it was somewhat hard to focus on what's in front of you.

You were about to rub your eyes to wake up some more. However, you tensed up when you remembered about last night. Unfortunately, you realized too late, fearing for the buring sensation to come back, you closed your eyes to brace for the pain.

However, to your surprise, you didn't feel any burning or raw flesh in that matter either. Just your normal skin, like if none of what happened last night even transpired. It took you a second to snap out of your shock state to look at yourself in the mirror. Like a moth to a flame, you cling to the mirror, scanning your features from the jagged pieces.

You couldn't believe it.

There was no blood, no bone, no raw flesh being exposed.

It was fine.

You were fine.

You looked beautiful.

The only notion that something happened last night was the blood, the mess of the room, and the scars on your face. Like a reminder that you are stuck as you are, in this body, with this face, and with this flesh. Forever to be alone living like this.

Forever.

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God that Bleeds Thorns: Part 2 (End)

Hello! Man, time has passed, huh..I've been doing work and life stuff. I've been going to cons as well. I got some inspiration recently, so I started writing again. I've been writing little by little on a couple of drafts that have been collecting dust, lol. This was also in my drafts, I wanted to do a part 2, like what happened after, almost as a comfort post. I didn't really edit this one as much. I just fixed some lines but not everything, so it may not be the best. Which is ok because it was one of my earliest drafts, lol. I'm so sorry for any spelling mistakes, etc. If you read this or are still following me for the once in the blue moon posts, I truly appreciate you. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

If you are new, here's the first part to it

Warnings: None? Maybe some little gore? But mostly it's fluff/comfort.

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Heizou, Cyno, Tighnari, Ei, Zhongli, Kazuha,Itto, Ayato, Danslief, Thoma, Albedo, Xiao, Gorou

Tags: SAGAU, God!Reader, Fem Reader, Comfort,Fluff

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You never intended to use your blood on anyone, but you knew you had to set an example. Thoma, Kazuha, Ei, and Zhongli all came to your aid to help you get to your chambers. You leaned onto Thoma and Kazuha as they helped you get up and started to walk with tears in your eyes, one hand covering your mouth to hold in the sick feeling you had.

Ei and Zhongli headed for the kitchen to start preparing you some tea and fruit to help your stomach.

The ones who stayed behind to clean up were Childe, Diluc, Ayato....and Albedo, but he was more studying the piles of mush from afar. Childe and Ayato were intrigued by how just a bit of your blood could do such a thing. However, while they were just looking and not really cleaning, Diluc brought it upon himself to finish cleaning since these 3 weren't.

Kaeya, Danslief, Cyno,and Xiao went to go check on your acolytes. Just to make sure there isn't gonna be any more treason against you.

Gorou, Tighnari, Heizou, Venti, and Itto try to make a plan to please you, make you smile again, and they don't like to see you cry.

While that was going on, you were in your chambers crying into the chest of Kazuha as he rubbed your back to soothe you. Thoma was getting your bath ready.

Everyone of your trusted acolytes knew why you started crying, why you wanted to puke. It's because that's not you, that was a facade you held onto the whole time. In honestly you knew what your blood could do because you accidentally made a rose into a pile of ashes. You only told your trusted ones what your blood could do. You vowed to yourself you would never use that on anyone only when deemed necessary. That's why you made a code phrase, that way they knew what was about to happen, what you were gonna do. Hearing them cry, smelling their burnt flesh, their bodies turned into a meaty mush made your stomach churn. All you could mutter between sobs was "I'm sorry" "I didn't want to". You didn't have to apologize, your followers knew what a kind being you were. You are pure, holy, a being that could never do wrong so don't cry. They hate seeing you cry.

It wasn't long before you started to calm down, Thoma motioning you to your bath with his head down. Same with Kazuha, helping you up and towards the bath, not looking at you. You didn't like that. Why are they doing that? Seeing their heads down hurt you, made you fearful so you told them in the most softest voice you could mutter "Please..look at me" in this moment you needed them to see you, you who they cared for and loved, you who loved them the same. You felt that if they didn't, they would view you as some monster. With hesitant eyes, they slowly picked their heads up to view your soft face. The way you sheepishly smiled once they did was enough for them. You told them that you needed them to look at you. They could tell something else was bothering you, so they followed your command, hoping it would give you some relief.

After you took your bath and changed, you were greeted by Zhongli and Ei. They came in with warm tea, and your favorite fruit sliced neatly on a plate. They both asked how you were feeling, and you answered a bit better but not quite. Zhongli picked up your cup and handed it to you with a smile. The warm aroma was calming, which he could tell by your relaxed demeanor. Ei started to make small talk as you ate the fruit little by little, along with Zhongli telling you some stories to get your mind off things. They would do everything they could to see you smile. While Thoma brushed your hair, and Kazuha also told you some tales. Before you knew it, everyone else came into your chambers to see if you're ok.

Of course, Ei sneered at them who just burst through the door, but you motioned to Ei its ok. She wanted to apologize for acting so rude, but you stopped her before she could with that soft smile of yours, your warm eyes telling her it's ok. With that, she nodded with a smile and continued to help you eat while you listened to everyone who came in.

Childe, Ayato, Albedo, and Diluc told you the throne room is clean.

While Kaeya, Cyno, Danslief, and Xiao told you, more as a report, that the rest of the acolytes were ok and there's nothing suspicious.

And finally, with loud laughter came in Itto, Venti, Gorou, Heizou, and Tighnari with your favorite flowers, snacks, and crystalflies.

Seeing how much they care even after witnessing that you couldn't help but cry. Once they heard your cries, they stopped and started to panic. Did they do something wrong? Was the food not good? The gifts are not ok? But before they could say sorry you looked up at them, eyes still watery, smiling at them. "Thank you." That's all they needed to hear to confirm that those were happy tears. Your soft smile told them that what they were doing was ok and made you feel safe. They stayed by your side until you fell asleep. You didn't even realize you fell asleep. One minute, you were just looking at them, smiling and conversing with them, then the next your soft breaths could be heard by everyone.

After you did, everyone cleaned up and left your chambers. All felt content knowing you were safe and well. And they will be back in the morning to see you once again.

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* Hello everyone! I'm sorry this took so long. And it's long, too, lol. I revised it and deleted stuff too many times and lost motivation for it. Honestly, I don't truly like it, but oh well, it's finally done! I really do hope you like it. If not, it's ok. No worries, just thank you for stopping by! Hope you have a good day! Warnings under the cut!

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Warnings: sagau/cult au/obsession/violence/slight mention of death/yandere/blood/kidnapping/a bit suggestive/female reader/spelling errors

Characters:Childe(main focus)/

(side characters) Zhongli/ Xiao/ Doctor

Look at only Me~♡

You were beautiful in everything you did and said. Just being in your presence felt so euphoric, like being on an endless high. Your pure tender love for all of Teyvat was breathtaking. And boy, oh boy, you were certainly a drug to him.

The tall gingered hair harbinger stared at your form as you tended to the flowers in your garden. A small smile peaked out from the corners of his mouth just by watching you. He observed your form as you went to each flower bed, speaking to them almost as if they were your friends. Gently caressing the petals as you sang it sweet nothings hoping these actions will make the flowers grow stronger. He loved watching you for hours on end.

Of course, though, you didn't know that a certain pair of blue eyes watched every move you made. He would observe you from a safe distance but close enough to hear you should the opportunity present itself to save you from danger. It was also because he wanted to be close enough to still hear your heavenly voice.

This voice could pull him out of a blood thirsty episode. The voice that saved him from the days he spent in the abyss. That sent shivers down his spine just by hearing you call out his name. He could listen to you for the rest of his life even in his last breath, he would want to hear you.

Your very being was holy, pure, the true essence of divinity. He was still just a measly human even if he did have a delusion on him. Compared to you, he was nothing, just another devoted follower who hopelessly wished to be your one and only. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't move Celestia and the Abyss for you. He wouldn't kill for you no matter who it was. He would do it in a heartbeat if it meant you would look at him. You brought him peace to his suffering, an end to his means, no longer dealing with the pain he would feel from having a delusion. For that reason, he longed to repay you for it.

He would do it by keeping tabs on you for instance; where you went, when you ate or what you ate, sleep, who you talked to etc. Everything you did he would want to know it all but unfortunately he couldn't keep eyes on you all the time though.

To be honest he hated the others you so lovingly gave attention to. They didn't deserve your warmth, your touch, your attention. They deserved none of it from you, they weren't worthy of your presence.

There were two followers that were a bit too close to you. Too close that he despised their very existence.

One who he knew very well, a tall slender man with a low husky voice that made everyone fall for him; Zhongli.

He was calm as he basked in your presence, telling you stories of his old days as he would share tea with you. He hated how Zhongli's golden eyes would linger a second longer on your lips than they should. Hated how you would run your delicate fingers through his dark, long locks, letting you braid it as you pleased. Hated how Zhongli would every so slightly lower his hand a bit more while holding your back as the two of you would stroll through the streets of Liyue. Zhongli would claim to be one of your only devoted followers, that he's been loyal to you for so long, surely he was worth being in your presence. He knew the former archon wasn't so devoted to you before you descended into Teyvat.

The gingered man watched in the distance coldly, as his grip on his trusty bow tighten. The soft smile you would give to the man was so pure; ereathal, how dare such a hypocrite of a man see you like that. He didn't deserve your gaze, your company, not one bit of you he didnt deserve. Honestly he wouldn't mind watching the former geo archon's eyes go dull as the life fades away by his own hands.

The other was a dark green haired adeptus known as the Conquer of Demons.

He would also keep tabs on you but at a further distance. Just uttering his name from your lips would make him appear before you in an instant, kneeling with his head bowed, golden irises looking straight down, ready for your orders. Whatever you may ask of him; to be in his company or to slash down any foe before you. He will do it in an instant for you, anything for you. Nothing is more important to him as you are, even if you wished for him to remove himself from this existence, he would for you.

He was very close to you, close enough for you to lean your head on his shoulder as you talk away your day or whatever you had on your mind. Close enough that he could lightly trace your shoulder as he looked at you, who was looking out onto the beautiful landscape in front of you. He would etch your features into his mind as you looked out from the balcony the inn.

The way your eyes creased when you smiled or laughed. How gentle your lips looked, the feeling of you saying his name, your laughter. He wanted to remember every moment with you. His loyalty to you has no end, and he swears by it. These small moments you share with the adpetus feel like eternity when he's with you.

The harbinger hated watching how close the adeptus was with you whenever he could get close enough without the adeptus noticing. Hated how he could easily hold your hand or feel your soft hair as it draped against his shoulder when you leaned your head onto him. Hated how the once loner of an adpetus was smiling around you. His golden irises followed your every movement even if it was small. His golden hues looked too long onto your lips or thighs.

The harbinger watched in disgust, the blood in his veins boiling. Vile burning in the back of his throat, wishing for release. He wished for the day he could best him in battle. To take him away from your presence, from this world, and hopefully your memory entirely.

These two took so much of your time, glances, smiles, laughter, touch... your very presence.

Unfortunately you were too kind to see how bad they were for you, surely they had something bad in mind for you with how they acted. Their eyes lingering, their subtle facial expressions changing, their subtle touches on your holy skin. Every second is precious with you and they were taking it. He had to save you from them and after he takes care of them surely you will look at him, right?

It's not like you haven't been keeping him company or been looking at him. You've been trying to spend time with all of your followers, even with him.

He loved every second of being next to you. Walking down the harbor, seeing you look out at the sparkling clear water with a content smile on your face. Hearing you hum an unfamiliar tune as you kick your feet above the water. The way the sunlight kisses your skin, the way it gives you a glow, like you're angel. Your hair gently swaying with the wind as you look back at the harbinger who is trying his best to compose himself. Talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but it's ok because it's you.

He wanted to spend more time with you, wanted to be the first one you looked at when you opened your eyes in the morning. The poor harbinger wanted eternity with you even if he didn't get to live for all eternity. He wanted to be the first and last thing you saw every day. He wanted to see you until his last breath, but it wasn't enough. Not with how everyone else hogs your attention, especially those two.

Look at his blue eyes, his pale face sprinkled with freckles, his soft gingered hair. He just wanted you to look at him more, to only look at him. Only him and him alone.

It was quiet in your bedroom except for your soft breaths as you slept under your silken blankets. You were wrapped in warmth as thunder, and lighting was heard outside your window. Your room was illuminated with a soft glow from your bedside lamp as every now and then a flash of white light would peak from your curtains. You were deep asleep that you didn't hear the door slowly creak open. Soon, the door was opened enough for Childe to step in ever so carefully to not wake you up. He crept quietly in your room, slowly moving bit by bit to your bed, stopping only when you stirred in your sleep.

Eventually, he was by your bedside, looking down at your sleeping face. You looked so cute, he thought to himself. He had to savor this moment, the way your chest rised and fell so softly. Your sheets hugging you, your hands clutched the blanket, the way your eyelashes fluttered. Everything was beautiful to him, and soon, he'll be able to have more moments like this with you.

He gently placed his blood-soaked glove on your shoulder to gently wake you up. It took a couple of tries before you slowly registered the cold glove shaking you gently and something that was cold slowly dripping down your shoulder. At first, you didn't register what was going on or the fact that Childe was covered in blood. You just asked lazily what is it? Childe smiled at your sleepy face before caressing it. He spoke softly, almost a whisper, "Its done, my grace, they are no longer a nuisance."

Done? Nuisance? These soft spoken words suddenly got your attention, which made you look more at him. That's when you noticed the blood on his clothes, on you now, his dark smile, the smell of something once human. You pushed his hand away and shot up to look at him. A pit started to form at the bottom of your stomach. You felt sick.

He was hurt by your sudden slap of his hand away from you, but no matter, you were just in shock. He did wake you up in the middle of the night, so it's ok. He took a step back to give you some space, but really, it was for him to see you more now that you were sitting up.

You asked him whose blood was on him, what happened, if he was ok, and what he meant by his words. You were starting to panic, so all of these questions sounded more like gibberish if anything. Even in this panicked, confused state of mind, you still looked so beautiful. He wanted to see every facial expression you could make, and what's important is that you're looking at him.

This feeling of euphoria was intoxicating because you were looking at him. Your eyes were solely on him. Even if your eyes screamed for help, you were looking at him. He wanted to grab your face and lock eyes with you. Wanted to kiss you, love you, hear you say his name. He will hear you say it soon.

Before you could speak to ask again, Childe smirked. This smirk made your stomach churn even more, but why? The soft aura of the light felt suffocating against the tall man before you. You couldn't find any words as he started to walk back to you.

"Your Grace, I'll be honest, the blood belongs to two of your followers; Zhongli and Xiao. They did put up a fight, but it's fine because I won. They were a danger to you, and as your follower, I had to see that they were disposed of. Of course, though, I'm sure the Doctor will take good care of their corpses"

By now, he's standing over your frighten form with a sick look in his eyes. His once beautiful blue eyes were now dark mixed with some kind of hunger. A hunger for something more. You couldn't move from the shock of hearing whose blood it was. He inched closer and closer to your face, locking eyes with you as he barely touched your lips with his. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips in the silent room.

He wanted to kiss you but stopped himself. Honestly, this whole time, he wanted to do so much with you. He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew he had to get you somewhere safe. He leaned back again away from your trembling state to pull something out of his pocket. It was a small white cloth that had a sweet aroma.

You knew exactly what it was, but before you could react,Childe lunged at you, putting the cloth over your nose and mouth. He held onto your body as you tried to struggle out of his grip to get the cloth away from you but to no avail. Soon, the room became dizzy, your eyes felt heavy, and everything became dark. You fell unconscious in his arms, in your once safe bedroom, in the dark of night.

The room was once again quiet with the occasional thunder and lighting. He held onto your unconscious body, caressing your face for a while. He wanted to bask in this moment for a bit longer. Your being felt small as he hugged you. Surely, this is why he needed to keep you safe, he thought to himself. He knew you would be mad at him, but it would only be for a bit. Eventually, you will understand his love for you.

He got up with you in his arms as he left your room. His blood-stained clothes did get on your silken nightdress. He felt bad but he'll get you another one. He couldn't help but notice how your dress hugged your figure beautifully, especially your chest, which he quickly averted his eyes from. A blush forming onto the cheeks of the gingered male as he walked into the rainy night, holding onto his beloved creator.

You awoke to something cold on your ankle and darkness blocking your vision. You don't know how long you've been out for, but it felt like a while with how groggy you felt. You felt around first while you were lying down and soon realized you were lying down on a soft bed with silken sheets. The room felt comfortably warm, and there was a salt water smell in the air. You could hear waves crashing and seagulls outside wherever you were. You were about to reach up to take off the blindfold, but you heard a door squeak open. Immediately, you went back to pretending you were asleep.

Childe, on the other hand, knew you were up, he was watching you from the door to the room he had you in. He was watching you the whole time, not taking his eyes off of your sleeping body worried he would miss you waking up. It was fun watching you coming to your senses, trying to feel around you with caution. The reason he made his presence known is because you were gonna pull off the blindfold, he wanted to do that. He wanted to be the first one you see, not the ceiling or the ocean, just him.

He walked over to you and sat next to you, the bed creaking with the new pressure added to it. He was happy that it's just you two now, away from everything that could harm you.

"Ah your grace! You're finally awake, thank goodness, I was starting to get worried."

The sudden voice of him speaking happily startled you and him sitting so close to you didn't help. You felt him lean towards you as his rough fingers remove your blindfold.

At first, you blinked a couple of times to adjust to the light change, and then you looked at him. His eyes were full of happiness looking back at you. He had the biggest smile on his face as you adjusted to your surroundings.

He sat patiently next to you, waiting for you to say something or ask something, but if not, then it would be alright with him. Just sitting here made him happy. Everything seemed like it was going well because you were here safe and sound.

You spoke, a bit apprehensive at first, wishing to know what did he do to them. Where were they? Why was there a cuff on your ankle?

He hated that you asked about them, it made his face turn dark again. He turned his face away from you to look out the one window in the room. The bitter vile taste in the back of his mouth was there again. Why were you asking about two people who don't even exist anymore. They dont matter, so why are they still occupying your mind. He didn't mind telling you where y'all were, it was that you asked about them is what made his mood turn sour. Maybe if he acted dumb you would forget about them?

He turned his face back to you, your scared yet lovely face. He noticed your breathing changed as well. He held your hand in his, bringing it closer to his chest, slowly rubbing your hand with his thumb as he spoke.

"What do you mean your grace? All I did was bring you to safety. And there's a cuff on your ankle so you won't leave. But I assure you that there's enough chain to it so you can get around the house safely! It's just the two of us now, so don't worry, I'll take good care of you, your grace."

He sounded so cheerful as he basically explained that he kidnapped you against your will and sealed you away somewhere. His thumb rubbing your hand was rough and dry, you could tell he's been fighting for so long. Even though he holds you so gently, it still doesn't change the fact of what he did and what he's doing. You're still afraid of him even if his demeanor seems sweet.

You swallowed your nerves before asking him again, pulling your hand away from his, which made him a bit sad but he still listened with intent.

"Childe..what did you do to them? To Zhongli..to Xiao. Please tell me..Childe."

Ah, your voice is saying his name. It sounds so sweet to hear you say his name. The bones in his body feel so relaxed, like there's nothing to worry about. His body slightly quivers with your voice echoing in his head. He would savor and love this moment so much, but it turned bitter as soon as you spoke their names. Why? Why, even after he disposed of them, are they still interfering!?

He got up to leave to the other room, his footsteps echoing as he walked. You could feel the air become tense as you hear him looking for something.

Childe went to the kitchen to prepare something to calm you down. You're just not feeling well, is all, and those two were somehow still on your mind. If he couldn't get you to change the subject, then he'll just help you relax a bit.

He's vowed not to hurt his beloved creator, but sometimes he might have to if it means you'll be safe. He might even have to permanently make you only look at him. Thankfully, he knows how to safely remove one's sight thanks to the Doctor. And if he does, you'll wont be able to look at him but you'll still see him in your mind. He'll be the last thing you'll see before removing your vision. Thinking about the thought makes him sad but it will be ok because he can still look at you. You'll be safe so its ok but thats only if it has to come to that.

Before he went back into yalls bedroom, he looked out from the kitchen window. The weather was nice and warm. The ocean spanned so far out that it seemed like it could go on forever. It was pretty out. He couldn't wait to take you out on walks, forage for food, and fall asleep together. He can finally relax, truly relax now. With that thought in mind and the noise from your chain, he made his way back to the bedroom.

At the same time, while Childe was in the other room, you tried your best to make as little to no noise moving around. However, that was difficult with the rattling metal chain connected to you. The first thing you went to was the window. If you could open it, maybe you could get someone's attention or see at least where you were. Yet Childe didn't let you, with a forceful tug to the chain, you fell to the ground with a loud thud. The hard wood floorboards didn't help with your fall. Adding more to your injury was the cuff around your ankle. Childe's boot was stepping on the chain, which made your ankle be in a weird, uncomfortable position.

He looked down at you with a stern expression on his face. His eyes were dark again, his demeanor cold towards you. He just wanted you to be safe, to be happy with you. So why. Why do you look at him with such disgust. Why are you trying to leave him? He did everything to protect you, to keep you safe, he spent so many hours watching you. He prayed to you every night, whispering in the dark late hours of his sins, hoping for you to bless him. Hoping for you to clean him, to heal him, to make him live at peace with you by his side. But now you still don't see any of that. You still aren't looking at him. Instead, you're looking past him. You're looking for a way out. He was angry but no worries, he'll fix you. That's why he went to the kitchen in case you were acting irrationally.

Even though only your one leg was chained, you still had your hands. Childe walked closer to you even as you tried to push him away. You were hysterically crying, pleading for him to stop whatever he was about to do, but he didn't hear anything you were saying. His mind was blank as he grabbed for your hands to bound you. No amount of struggle, of flailing your arms around, of trying to scratch him could help you. Even though his face was cold, his voice was soft as he spoke to you.

"Its ok, you're just not well my grace. You need rest so don't worry, once you wake up again you'll feel better."

With that, the same white cloth he used on you that night appeared before you again. This time, though, he was faster than you realized. In a blink, the cloth was on your face again. The sweet aroma fills your senses, your feet kicking whatever it can, and your body shakes until his blue orbs was the last thing you saw. It was silent again, with the sound of waves in the background. Your body again asleep against your once trusted follower.

He was at peace again, holding you in his arms. His hair was a mess, but it mixed with yours so beautifully. He would hold you close in his arms as the two laid on the creaky wooden floor boards of your now forever home. Childe just wanted you to look at him and you will eventually. Even if you might wake up still sick it will be ok because with time you'll wake up feeling better. He didnt want to hurt you, he felt horrible that he made you fall. How could he hurt his delicate creator like that, despicable. He'll have to take at look at your bruises later.

If you do have to keep going back to sleep and having to see him for the "first" time when waking up then its fine. He doesn't care how many times you'll have to go through it. He will savor each moment until you come around and then savor each moment after that.

The two of you lived in that cycle of waking up, asking about the two, then falling asleep. Each time, he made sure he was the first one you saw when opening your eyes. This took quite a while, tucked away on a small island away from everyone.

One day, though, when you woken up and he took your blindfold off, you seemed different. Instead of asking about them or where y'all were, you said good morning to him with a smile. Ah, this was it, Childe thought to himself. You've finally woken up, and you're now looking at him. He was ecstatic on the inside, but he didn't show it. He just smiled back at you, cupping your face with one had, and saying with a soft voice, "Good morning, my love."

The male harbinger was finally living the dream life he always wanted with you by his side. He may have broken your psyche, but it's ok because you're finally looking only at him. Never stop looking at him.

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Hey , I promise I'm not dead, I've been busy with work and trying to get a class for the semester. I'm still working on this story, but I'm gonna be honest, I haven't gotten any inspiration for it to where I can write like a whole page, ya know. And whenever I go to it so I can finish it, I find parts or whole paragraphs I don't like, and I erase it all. For one minute, I like it, the next minute I don't. I really need to find a balance/mood for it. I'm sorry, and I really do appreciate your understanding and waiting. Really, I do. I really want to finish this story by the end of next week. I finally got a lot of off days next week, so I should be able to. That's my goal. Again, sorry, and thank you again.

Edit: if y'all want I could show yall a sneak peak atleast instead of waiting for the full thing. I was planning on posting the full thing once I was done but if yall want a little taste of what I was writing I don't mind

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Happy New Years Everyone! I hope everyone has a good day today and stay safe and warm! See you all later! Also thank you for being understanding and waiting, I've been busy with the holidays so sorry about that. Thank you all again!

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Besties I PASSED BOTH FINALS! I'm done with math😭. Next semester I just need 1 more class and I can graduate! Sorry I haven't posted anything been working more hours now and I'm sick😭 but I'm feeling better. However every now and then I've been adding more and more to the story I'm currently writing. Thank you for your patience and understanding I really do appreciate it.

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So I took my first attempt at my math final and besties :( I didn't do good. I have 1 more attempt and I really need to pass it because I'm stupid when it comes to math. AND math is the only course keeping me away from getting my associates degree. So I'm gonna be busy studying. After finals I'll have time to finish what I was writing. So I apologize in advance for the absence. But I really need to pass it because I don't want to take math again next semester:')

Thank you for understanding and staying for the ride! I appreciate you!

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Hey, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything. I've been busy with work and finals are coming up for this semester BUT I have been working on something tho. Hope everyone is doing ok! Again sorry for not posting anything!

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I needed this

Affection, always.

Synopsis: even though you’re tired and a little sick, you still want to care for your boyfriend, but he insists on taking care of you instead.

Featuring: Xiao x gender neutral reader.

Content warnings: cavity inducing fluff, hugs, many kisses, soft Xiao, it’s implied that reader is overworked.

Author’s note: so, i’ve been dealing with a mild headache since yesterday, and feeling very sleepy. And this idea occurred to me with Xiao (because as a Xiao main, i stare and simp for him daily hehe). It’s also been a hot minute since i wrote a fic for Xiao alone, and i love him so, so much; i thought this would be a nice occasion. Enjoy!

Against the deep blue sky of the starry Liyue night, the silhouette of your lover becomes clearer as you make your way up Wangshu Inn’s staircase.

Today’s been long. Commissions, errands and your headache leaving you with a wave of exhaustion, weighting down your body. However, all fatigue seems to momentarily dissipate the instant you see Xiao, poised against the railing of the inn’s balcony, his back exposed to the cold night air.

A smile tugs at your lips, your thoughts flying to the day you met him for the first time, on this same spot; and how much you’ve been through together since then. Taking some last steps, your body makes contact with his, the way Xiao starts eliciting a soft giggle from you.

“Xiao, I’m back…” you murmur, head leaning on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his narrow waist from behind. You leave a delicate kiss on his shoulder, and Xiao’s hands come to rest on top of yours.

“Qingxin…” he runs his fingertips up and down your arms, the contact soothing you, some of the accumulated tension leaving your body already. “You didn’t call. Are you sure you didn’t overexert yourself again?” Xiao asks you, taking ahold of your hand, brushing his lips against its back.

You nuzzle further into him, then:

“‘m fine, Xiao… don’t worry…” a kiss to his nape. “I’ll get going to prepare dinner, yeah? Almond tofu, your favorite.” A kiss to his cheek.

Before you can pull away and march to the kitchen, however, Xiao turns around, his hands reaching up to cup your face. Tired eyes with dark circles under them look back into his sharp golden ones. He does not like that. Xiao knows how much you try to help everyone in need, and he loves how kind you are; but he’s also worried that sometimes you spread yourself too thin, and it takes a toll on your health.

“My qingxin, you look tired.” The yaksha states, thumbs tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

You give him a reassuring smile. He always loved your smile, but, right now, Xiao knows you’re trying to downplay your exhaustion.

“Let me take care of you.” The adeptus whispers, laying your head over his chest. “Get some rest, I’ll bring us some dinner to our bedroom.” He looks at you, his hands still on each side of your cheeks. “Sound good?” Xiao finishes, with the softest kiss to your temple, his query more a final word than a question, since he is determined to make sure you get some good deserved rest tonight, no matter how hard it is to ignore your too adorable pout right now.

As he promised, not many minutes pass before you and Xiao are comfortably settled in your room at the inn, warm bowls of delicious soup in hand, and matching cups of sweet tea and cookies as dessert.

The atmosphere is peaceful, Wangshu Inn’s wooden walls and floors, the warm candles, and the starlight outside making the space cozy and sheltered. It’s nice too, you think, to be able to relax a little from time to time, especially if you have your beloved Xiao with you.

But alas, no rose-colored moment can last forever, for after you finish your meal, the headache that had dulled starts hammering against your temples again. You flinch, hand to the side of your head, and Xiao doesn’t miss it.

“[Y/n], are you okay?” He worries, brows furrowed, one of his hands resting in the small of your back, as if to stabilize you.

You chide yourself for worrying him, with everything he’s already done for you tonight.

“I’m fine, it’s just a headache.” You try to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “Xiao, please, don’t worry about it, it’s nothing…” You trail off, looking away. You know now he’s worried, and as much as you try to convince him that you are completely fine, your yaksha is having none of it.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, [Y/n], you have a headache and you look exhausted.” Xiao brushes a piece of hair away from your face. Then he takes your hand in his, hesitating, his cheeks tinting in the prettiest red. You smile; it’s adorable how he still gets so shy when displaying physical affection, yet he still tries his best to make you feel loved. He is adorable. “Let’s go to sleep, you need it.” Your boyfriend stammers, tugging at your hand.

An airy laugh escapes you, which causes Xiao to look back at you, eyes of molten gold wide, his cheeks on fire. Yet, a smile of his own curves up his lips, he always loved your laugh.

Carefully, as if you were a flower blossoming on a windy cliff, petals threatening to be scattered, Xiao helps you change into more comfortable clothes. For someone who claims to deal in death, Xiao is so utterly gentle with you, which doesn’t really surprise you; you’ve known all along of the tenderness and kindness his heart harbors.

Once tucked in bed, facing each other, your lips peck his tenderly, his skin hot to the touch. Xiao holds you a little closer, a little tighter, until you can hear his heart, that you keep making skip beats.

“Thank you for everything, tonight, Xiao.” you tell him, fingers reaching up to comb through his dark teal locks. “Maybe you were right and i need rest, in fact.” You chuckle, fingertips ghosting over the jade ink tattooed in his right arm. “But, there is one last thing I’d like to do before sleeping.” You smile up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

The yaksha sighs, exasperated.

“What is it now, [Y/n]?”

“This…” You whisper, before leaning in and leaving a trail of kisses all over his tattooed arm, from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, your lips brush with utmost care over your lover’s porcelain-like skin.

When you lock eyes with Xiao, you notice the intensity of his pink blush, and can’t help but giggle, leaning in to pepper every inch of his face in your honey sweet kisses: one to the diamond shaped mark on his forehead; another to his nose; three more to his cheek; and finally, one to his lips, which he returns, catching you off guard momentarily, getting lost in the saccharine dream that your Xiao is seconds later.

“Really, thank you so much, my love.” You repeat, when you part, snaking your arms around Xiao’s waist. “I love you, Xiao, always, never forget that.” Your lids close, foggy and tired mind lulled to sleep to the beat of your adeptus’ every breath and heartbeat.

“And i love you too, my qingxin.” He says, leaving a kiss to your hair. “Good night, my sweetest dream.”

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The god on Wuwang Hill [pt.1]

sagau!genshin x undead!reader

Tw: Death, mentions of starvation

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There were no mourners when you died, and certainly not a funeral. You were an imposter in this world, hunted down for your very existence. So, as you lay dying, you certainly didn’t think that you would come back.

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It had been torturous.

The running, the constant terror, the mental and physical pain. You had been in agony since you were first discovered.

Your body was human, frail and weak, and you knew for a fact that you weren’t going to make it through the hunts.

So, as you lay dying, you weren’t afraid.

If anything, you were proud.

Proud that you had survived this long. Proud of your abilities, your tricks, the traps you had set. Perhaps you were even proud of the one who struck you down.

It didn’t matter anymore though, you thought, it would only be a minute or so before you died.

Dying was an interesting experience.

The slowing of your body. The fading of the pain of your wounds. The utter apathy you felt.

The last thing you had expected was to wake up afterwards.

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Collei was a gentle soul.

She had met the Imposter a few weeks before their death, something that only she knew.

The guilt was eating away at her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to tell another soul. Even Tighnari couldn’t be told; she couldn’t bear the idea of him looking at her in disappointment.

Still, there was no way that she could ever confess to anyone that she had assisted the one who had stolen the Creator’s face.

Collei had found them entirely by accident. She had stumbled upon their hiding place during a routine patrol.

There were clear orders to all Forest Rangers that should they find the Impostor, they would take them into custody immediately so that they could be properly judged and (assumably) executed.

Still, there was something inside of her that couldn’t bear to do so to the person before her.

They were badly injured. Their skin was covered with wounds and shoddy bandages, their body was thin and wiry, and their form shook as they slept.

Someone suffering so much, someone so pathetic and weak…how could she bring herself to harm them?

So, Collei left without a word, completed her patrol, and snuck out to where she found them once night had fallen.

They were awake now.

As soon as they spotted her, they crouched into a defensive stance, eyes dull from pain and fear.

“Hey,” Collei had said, her voice soft, “I won’t hurt you.”

The Impostor grinned warily, baring their teeth, and began inching away from her. They were shaking, she realized, most likely from fear.

“I found you while I was on patrol,” she continued, “you were asleep. I—I don’t know why, but—I can’t just let you suffer like this. I’ve brought some supplies for you, so please, can’t I come closer?”

The Impostor paused. After a while they nodded slowly, eyes flicking from Collei’s face to her weapon and back to her face again.

She moved slowly, the way you would approach an injured animal. Her hands were held up, empty. The Impostor gripped their polearm tightly, but made no move to strike.

She was right in front of them now.

They looked much worse up close. Their skin shimmered with sweat and filth, dark eyebags under their eyes. The skin around most of their wounds glowed an angry red, clearly indicating infection.

Still, she thought passively, they were beautiful.

“It’s alright, see? I’m a friend. Now, can you sit down for me? I want to clean your wounds.”

Slowly, shakily, the Imposter sat, careful not to rest their weight on any of their injuries.

Collei went to work.

They were in even worse condition than she first thought.

They clearly had no prior medical experience, judging from their poor bandaging and numerous infections. And that was just the injuries they could reach—there were several deep wounds on their back, all unwashed and badly infected. A few of them were clearly going septic—they would be lucky to survive another month.

Still, she couldn’t bear to quit.

Collei cleaned their wounds carefully, softly encouraging them when they hissed in pain. She applied medicine to the most serious injuries, as she didn’t have enough for all of them.

She was quite glad she had brought extra bandages, as the amount she had first taken clearly wouldn’t have been enough.

It was obvious to Collei that they were going to die. Even if the hunts stopped now, their wounds were too many, too severe, too infected. It was only a matter of time now.

Even so, she couldn’t bear to leave, to stop helping them.

Once she was done with their many wounds, she helped them into some clothes she had snagged. They were baggy and loose on the Impostor’s thin body, but they were better than the tattered fabric they had been wearing.

She wondered briefly if they would starve before their injuries killed them.

Then, she fed them. She had brought a thin soup with her, as well as a few pieces of fresh fruit. Anything richer than that would only make them sick.

The Impostor ate slowly, never once looking away from Collei. To anyone else it might seem intimidating, but she understood their mannerisms all too well.

She gave them a small bag of supplies afterward. Within there was a change of clothes, some dried food, some leftover bandaging material, and a small container of healing balm.

And, after careful consideration, she had also included a small stuffed animal; they were made by the Forest Rangers to give out to children, but Collei thought that the Imposter still might find some comfort in it, having been alone for so long.

As it turned out, she was right.

The Imposter lifted the toy out slowly, staring at it for a moment. Then, to Collei’s surprise, they began to cry.

They held the toy close to them, body wracked with trembling sobs.

Even now they were silent, Collei realized. They hadn’t spoken once, barely made any noise when she cleaned their wounds, and now even their crying was silent.

“Thank you,” they whispered, Collei jolting at the sound of their voice, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she said, “it’s the least I could do.”

She wouldn’t tell them of their condition. Couldn’t, really.

Besides, she had the feeling that they already knew.

They sat in silence for a while. Eventually, though, Collei had to leave.

As she walked away, she paused, turning to look back at the Impostor. They still had the look of fear about them, but they seemed the slightest bit more at ease.

“What’s your name?”

Collei didn’t know why she asked that. Maybe she didn’t want to only remember them as the Impostor, maybe she was just curious.

“[Name],” they responded, their voice low and hoarse from lack of use, “I’m [Name].”

Collei nodded to them, her mouth dry.

“I…goodbye, [Name]. May we meet again someday.”

And then she left. She couldn’t possibly look at them for any longer; this stranger she was supposed to hate, so pitiful and terrified and alone.

And that was that.

She didn’t think much about [Name] again, thoughts of their terrified face only drifting to her in the night, when the skies were clear and the moon shone overhead.

Collei knew that she had committed a terrible crime that night. Guilt ate her alive, but…she would have done it all again, given the chance.

And so, now that the news came that the Impostor—that [Name]—was dead, and now that the forest began to dry up and wither, and the skies brimmed with unshed rain…Now that they were told of terrible monsoons over Liyue, a drought affecting Mondstadt, storms of fire far into the desert…

Now, Collei wondered. Had the Imposter been their beloved Creator all along, she wondered? Had she been the only one to ever treat them with the slightest glimmer of kindness?

As the crops withered and died, as arrows refused to meet their targets.

As her garden remained the only thing still in perfect health, as she became the only one able to consistently be able to bring in a good hunt.

She stared down at the bow in her hands, and wondered.

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You did not stay dead for long.

It was like being stuck in a dream, being a spirit without a body. You wandered from place to place, utterly bored even now.

Eventually, though, you woke up.

Your body felt…different, somehow. Lighter. Stronger. Sturdier.

You were back to your normal weight, or perhaps the one you wanted for yourself. Your hands seemed more dexterous, your eyes and ears keener.

And, when you pricked your finger by accident, the blood which flowed from your fingertip was no longer red, but golden.

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Notes:

Waow another sagau series oh boy oh boy

This is basically gonna be similar to Just a kitten, but the reader has been reborn as a human. However, they might not be as forgiving and friendly as the reader characters in my other stories…hehe

Anyways Collei best girl

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My Sick Obsession

"I've got this sick obsession,

I want to kill him bad.

He's got some feelings for ya,

I've gotta tell you that I'm not good with

keeping myself tame."

(Sick Obsession by Landon Tewers)

*highly recommend, it's been on repeat *

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He can't control himself anymore. Was his devotion not enough for you? The blood he spilt wasn't enough? What more can he do to gain your gaze only on him. Was it the rest of the people around you? Were they making you turn against him? Were they whispering delusions in your ears? That's not acceptable, he needs to save you, protect you. He vowed his whole existence to be yours to control and do with what you pleased with. So why are you smiling at that man? Why do your eyes gaze upon him with such a tender look. Surely they brainwashed you but don't worry he will save you....

List that I think this song works well with.

Childe

Xiao

Diluc

Scaramouche

Danslief

Kaeya

Cyno

But of course I'll probably do more then just them. But this is honestly just brainrot and me spit balling here. BUT it's an idea especially with this song.

(YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS SONG HAS BEEN ON REPEAT. LIKE my new favorite obsession song )

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I'm in a list making mood so here, have some rough sagau characterization categories for all the characters I could think of off the top of my head in the middle of class

1: Defaults to whatever you want/believe no matter how big or small, never acts without your specific order and is prepared to sacrifice anything to carry out your will. Your word is absolute law. The only thing they couldn't bring themselves to do for no good reason is cause your death but everything else is on the table.

Xiao, Ei, like 85℅ of the corrupted au characters

2: Heavily defaults to what you wish but is more likely to assume your will and act on that assumption instead of waiting for exact orders. Would always stop doing something if you ordered it, no exceptions, but always acts in your best interest for things you don't specify on. Would be very hesitant to act on anything that negatively effects you but could be convinced because you untimely know best. Anything that causes your death is out of the question though.

Venti, Zhongli, Kazuha, Jean, Childe, Thoma, most others really

3: Always acts in your best interest, even if it contradicts an order. Willing to do anything you ask as long as it doesn't have the potential to hurt you in any way. Your health and safety take top priority at any expense. Anything that physically hurts you in moderate severity is out of the question and the entire world would have to explode before they even considered causing your death, no matter the situation.

Diluc, Albedo, Kaeya, Scara

Willing to expand on or place more characters at request, this was just what was plaguing my mind rn and I need to do more characterization for ppl other than Venti, regrettably

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Ok quick suggestion/brainrot-

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ALSO UNDER CUT 18+ for Suggestive/NSFW THEMES/POSSESSIVENESS

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I'm thinking of writing of some characters thoughts to the situation in Gold that Bleeds Thorns.

Also thinking of how some characters couldn't hide their adoration for you that could lead to some "spicey" scenarios. Some would be like obsession, some cute etc.

Like for example I could see Ayato being into rope. Like he would fantasize about how red rope would look on your soft delicate skin as it hugged your every curve. And maybe you've noticed his eyes lingering for too long on your chest or thighs and decided to indulge him.

Like i- LIKE YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T.

Or how Childe would send anonymous gifts to you while lurking in the shadows observing you after prayer hours. He would get jealous of anyone of the other acolytes getting too friendly with you. His adoration becoming feverish that he would show up to your chambers with some blood on him but always exaggerating that he fell or got hurt etc. He too would like to see you bound in either red rope or a dark blue that would reflect his hydro vision.

LIKE I- IM BLUSHING FROM JUST THINKING OF IT

These though would be written as a female reader

Idk when I'll be able to write these honestly I need to be hit by inspiration to write it but when I do IM GONNA GO FULL BLAST.

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Gold that Bleeds Thorns

Synopsis: You never wanted to use your blood at all on anything or anyone but you had to this time.

Notes: This became somewhat lengthy but I hope you enjoy it! There might be missed typos so sorry for that but I do hope whoever reads this you like it! Hopefully the more I write down these ideas the more I get better at it. Thank you and have a good day or night!

Warnings under the cut!

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Warnings: Hostage situation, cult au, blood, sagau, depictions of bodily fluids and gore/flesh, curse words, suggestive creepy behavior.

Gender-neutral reader for this one

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The room was silent except for quiet breathes and the ever so slightly movements from your acolytes. The tension in the room was so thick you could feel it weighing you down, could even drown in it. All of your followers eyes were solely on your hunched form.

In the dead center of your throne room stood a couple of male figures, eyes filled with bloodlust, looking down at you. Your most loyal subjects wanted to strike down the ones who stood before you, wanted to punish them for even breathing the same air as you but they resisted the urge because you told them to not interfere.

Your hands and feet were bound by cold metal shackles that echoed in the silent room whenever you would shift your body around. Fear was painted on your face, so much so, that your apprehenders could see it with one glace.

Even though you looked afraid on the outside, you were calm on the inside. Being in this position you begun to think to yourself how could these brutes threaten you and your people!? That they could best you? You wanted to laugh at the thought but you kept it in, didn't want to break your facade now would you? Honestly though what gave them the idea that they could go up against their own creator?

While you were pondering this the leader of this small group finally spoke up to break the silence. This tall muscular built of a man was the one who chained you, their leader of the group. His messy dark brown hair swayed ever so gently as his green eyes looked down at you. He kneeled to close the distance between the two of you.

He pulled your chin up to face him, digging his nails into your cheek, making you whince a bit from the sudden pain but it soon went away. He laughed at your form, saying that he couldn't believe such a meekly being could be the "Oh so PoWeRfUl creator." He spat at your face before throwing you back down, the sound of your hitched breath mixed with the metallic ringing filled the room once more. He turned and walked away putting back some distance between the two of you as he faced your followers with a smirk.

"So, which one of you fuckers gonna save their beloved creator hmm?"

His voice commanded the audience's attention, yearned for it even. He loved that he was in control, in the spotlight and that he had the upperhand. He walked to where your most trusted acolytes were while pointing at you.

"The dogs aren't gonna save their master? Y'all really just a bunch of bitches who could care less about them." The leader continued his so called speech in a condescending tone to the reluctant audience. He became feverish with his words that a crazed look took over his features while drool hanged from the corners of his lips as he spat his words to the crowd. It was really undignified look to be honest, you couldn't help but cringe a bit on the inside.

You knew this couldn't go on for much longer, considering how you could feel certain onlookers desperately clinging onto their weapons readily. So you decided you would poke the bear just enough to where you could potentially get hurt.

Now only your most trusted acolytes knew what you could do with your blood but never witnessed it in person. So it was safe to say that they were ready to see firsthand if you chose to use it.

You scoffed at him, shifting your body upright to face him while puffing some hair away from your face.

"You're the leader right?"

That grabs his attention so he turns to you, eagerness in his eyes, to see what you'll do in your pathetic bound state. Seeing that you have his attention now solely on you, you continue with a monotoned voice.

"You have me chained up, hands and feet, unable to run away...yet you still haven't done anything."

"For you to call me weak is honestly laughable. You should really look in a mirror sometime soon".

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, your eyes make direct eye contact with his. Just one more push you told yourself and he will surely lunge at you.

"So....you thought that if you were to threaten the people I love that I would do whatever you say? Bend to your will? Hmm? You really thought I would just let you shackle me? Did you honestly think you had me? Or are you just that stu-"

He didn't let you finish your sentence, before you knew it he came lunging at you.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair which made you yelp in response. You tried your best despite being bound to push this brute's hand off of your tender scalp to no avail. In one quick motion you could feel cold steel against your throat. This exchange made the room feel even more tense, it was suffocating. Looking at the man's eyes you could see a darkness in them waiting to tear you apart.

Your followers were itching for just one word, one faint syllable that would fall from your delicate lips. Just one word is all you have to say for your followers to strike, to be in their arms safe again. However despite everything your word was absolute. Going against it is unfathomable, equal to death, so they watched and waited even if it meant watching you suffer in silence.

The brute started to eye you up and down staring to long on certain parts of your body while licking his lips. He started to yell at you, saliva hitting your face everytime he spat an obscene word at you.

"Fucking whore, want me to mess you up? I'm sure you've already slept with everyone in this room"

He presses the knife a bit more to your throat, it was uncomfortable, you could feel the knife's blade on your vocal cords. The cold steel moving slightly everytime you had to swallow. You turned your gaze to your followers who looked at you in anticipation.

You managed to move your head slightly to your subjects never changing your gaze at them as a smile forms on your face before opening your mouth to say

"When the rose blooms you may strike".

That was it!

That was all they needed to hear from you. Finally there was a change in the air, a readiness, a willingness for bloodshed, to see the brutes eyes become lifeless. Only your most trusted acolytes knew this code, everyone else was confused but intrigued as to what you meant by that, so they kept quiet with berated breath.

However this made the brute more angry and confused as to what you just said. That's when you took his confusion as an opening. With all of your might you kneed him in his crotch which made him immediately hunch down taking the knife with him.

Adrenaline was coursing through you that you didn't notice a small cut formed on your throat until you were surround by your followers. In a flash you were in the arms of Thoma holding you up, checking your wound and undoing the shackles. While the rest guarded you from the 4 men.

Thoma helped you get up onto your throne with his arms softly supporting you. His warmth from his hands on your back lingered long after his hand left. He soft green eyes looked at you with a mix of worry and anger. He softly spoke to you with a calm demeanor

"Your Grace, hows your cut? Please allow me to clean it once you're done."

You smiled at him with a nod making him gleam back at you with softness emanating from him however it was short lived as he went back to anger as he turned to face the 4 men.

Once you were comfortable your eyes trailed downward to the black marbled flooring. Against the dark color was a small pool of golden blood. The small cut on your throat bled a bit which made a slight trail to where you sat. With your hands placed gently on top of each other, nestled in your lap, you drew a circle with your index finger into your other hand. This was a command to yourself, which made that bit of blood follow suit.

The brute looked at you about to lunge back at you with his 3 men follwing behind him but they soon realized it was futile.

The leader looks down at his hands then at his legs, the anger he had before slowly became fear. His hands were in front of him tied to his neck, almost like in a praying position while his legs were folded to make him kneel. He tried to break free from this strange beautiful rope that coiled tightly around him however it wouldn't budge no matter how much he struggled. This gold like rope was tough but looked like liquid at the same time so what could it be he thought to himself.

The beautiful gold like string that glistened under the light that lumanaited from your chandelier above was your gold blood to be exact.

Even though you got a tiny cut, that was enough blood to coil around each of the 4 men tightly. All 4 were now kneeling in a prayer position with panic setting in. The leader started to desperately shout at you in his panicked state.

"So this is the true nature of the creator, a-always knew you were pretending to be kind, what are you gonna do? Make your followers do the dirty work?" His eyes take a quick glance to the ones surrounding you on each side like a shield. It's almost as if he's trying to convince himself it will be ok. You rest your head upon your hand as you lazily look towards him.

Your kind eyes scan him up and down with a gentle smile caressing your lips as you hum a soft yet audible enough for only them to hear "~no".

You point to the gold string that shined beautifully against their skin. Your eyes shifted to around the room to see everyone's expressions then back to the leader. Still with the smile on your face you said just one simple word.

"Watch"

Even though you sounded sweet in your tone, everyone could sense the vemon in the word. Even in your eyes there was a glint of something ugly. That single word is what made the 4 men start trembling, pleading for your mercy. Honestly it was a bit amusing you couldn't help but chuckle a bit which made the men shake even more.

You announced to everyone in the room to leave if you brought your kin or can't handle torture. There was hesitation and hushed whispers from your people.

Torture?

How could such a divine creature utter such a word. However even though some wanted to stay to see what would happen they followed your command. The room only held a few of your followers alongside your trusted ones. You returned your gaze back to the group in front of you still pleading, snot dripping from their noses.

"Enough" your voice commanded, ushering the men to look up at you once more.

With that dark glint still in your eyes you looked up to your beautiful chandelier made of small like star crystals that glistened with a soft light.

"Even though I'm your creator I gave you free will. I've could've been a tyrant and controlled you from the very beginning yet I didn't." You slowly moved your gaze back at them.

"I chose to give you free will because I wanted my creations to live their life as they choose. However I'm starting to learn that some creations don't deserve my mercy at all" You're words were elegant, melodic yet hurt like venom seeping through their veins.

The men cried out in pitiful sobs, 2 of them pressing their faces on your marble floor snot mixed with drool pooled around their faces as they plead for your mercy.

One was still curious as to what you said, he looked younger then the rest, he hesitantly met your eyes before he asked you

"Your Grace...what did you mean by watch? By torture?"

His azure watery eyes were somewhat visible by his blonde locks as he looked at you. You just smiled at that silly question of his as you said "you'll see"

With a snap of your fingers the room became deathly quiet. The 4 men waited for anything; a sting, a cut, your men in waiting to lunge at them in a blink of an eye heck even for the ceiling to come down on them but nothing happened.

At first they thought you were showing them mercy, that you pityed them, they were about to say thank you until one of them broke into a frenzy. It was the young blonde who was the last one to question you.

He started to writhe in pain while his blood currled screams echoed off the walls. The other 3 watched in horror as anxiety wracked their bodies waiting for whatever he was experiencing to take them as well. It wasnt long until the whole room filled with their screams. It was a grotesque way of dying to be frank. You didnt want to watch but you had to see it through. All of the men squirmed on the floor, drool mixed with blood hanging from their mouths almost to a foam, hot tears streaming down their cheeks as their skin bubbled from the inside out. Eventually these bubbles boiling began to burst. It was like watching a pot of hot water boiling. Screams turned into muffled cries which then finally came to a halt. To them it probably felt like an eternity but it was only a good 2 mins until they were nothing more then a pile of fleshy mush.

The room was quiet once more except for the slight sizzling of the 4 men's flesh. The smell was pungent to say the least which didnt help the pit in your stomach from forming. The rest of your followers didn't know what to say or do, heck some didn't even realize they were holding their breath.

You brought yourself to look away and towards the small crowd who looked at you with mixed reactions.

You were at your limit, you couldnt keep this up any longer. The way everything made you sick from the smell, the way they died, the way their faces twisted and contorted made you want to puke.

You had to get the rest of your followers out, so with the little strength you had left, you turned to them once more with a pitiful smile no less. You waved your hand to dismiss everyone except your most loyal subjects. Even though they must've had questions for you they followed suit one by one out of the room. You were afraid though of what they were thinking. You thought to yourself of all the possible things they could be thinking, you were lost in your own thoughts.

(Do they hate me now? Did everyone who left find me disgusting or are terrified of me?)

It was the loud thud from the door closing that made you get out of your head however that just made you realize how exhausted you were.

You finally crumbled into yourself feeling that pit in your stomach now wanting to be released. You could feel the hot bile rising in the back of your throat, the taste slowly creeping towards the fron of your mouth. Covering your mouth as your breathing became short and heavy in response to the sick feeling.

You never wanted to use your blood like this but you knew you had to set an example especially after hearing rumors of some followers wanting to hurt you.

The ones left beside you tried their best to comfort you. Now all that echoed in the room was your muffled cries as you covered your face.This facade you had on the whole time crumbled and you only allowed your trusted acolytes to see you like this.

They knew you were kind, pure and gentle with everything you touched not some fearsome being who brought suffering to others. Even though their comfort was welcomed and appreciated, you still feared that they wouldn't see you the same way anymore after today.

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Hey so I'm almost done, just need to fix some errors. But I was wondering if after should I write about how certain characters would react/their thoughts in the situation? Because I don't really mention them except like 1 character but it was brief.

[obsessivelysweet]

Here's a sneak peak what what I'm currently writing so you have an idea. But be warned it is very lengthy, once I'm done writing/editing it will be lengthy. I won't include anything that needs a warning but the full story will have these warnings.

Warnings: Hostage situation, depictions of bodily fluids, blood, some gore(gonna be somewhat detailed), swearing,death. Gender neutral reader

I will try to keep it gender neutral but I'll probably mostly write for a female reader.

Just keep that in mind. Sneak peak under the cut❤️

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Gold that Bleeds Thorns

The room was silent except for quiet breathes and the ever so slightly movements from your acolytes. The tension in the room was so thick you could feel it weighing you down, could even drown in it. All of your followers eyes were solely on your hunched form. In the dead center of your throne room stood a couple of male figures, eyes filled with bloodlust, looking down at you. Your most loyal subjects wanted to strike down the ones who stood before your weak form, wanted to punish them for even breathing the same air as you but they resisted the urge because you told them to not interfere.

Your hands and feet were bound by cold metal shackles that echoed in the silence whenever you would shift your body around. Fear was painted on your face, so much so, that your apprenders could see it with one glace.....

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I've been having ideas for stories that I don't see much of either because I've only thought of them or I'm not looking hard enough so I'm gonna try my best at writing some. This will be a hobby of mine so I won't be that active on here but I'll try. I hope whoever reads this has a good day and thank you for stopping by!

I'm mostly gonna write for Genshin AUs

(Ngl it's gonna be alot of obsession/yandere behavior)

Also

Plz if I say 18+ on a post MDNI on the post

I'm not a good writer but I'll try.

I'm currently working on the first post so bare with me.

Hope yall enjoy if not that's ok too no worries