#archon reader

[rouecentric]

sixth genshin brainrot??? how am i able to think thoughts

IMAGINE being the new anemo archon, made automatically into one the moment venti lost his gnosis, and you may or may not have been isekai'd..

so now you have some randomass teen who became GOD, trying to master and control their powers while learning how to manage mondstadt on your own.

for your learning arc, you went ahead disguising yourself as another companion of the traveler, a wandering musician, with her/him complying, as you hopefully knew more than both him/her and paimon.

your meeting with zhongli in liyue went pretty much the same as in the game.

zhongli knows an archon when he sees one, so seeing you made him think about venti, wondering if he's dead or if his gnosis has been taken by the fatui.

of course, with you getting closer to anyone and everyone, zhongli took it upon himself to teach you the ins and outs of being an archon, as he is a retired god and ex-archon himself.

unfortunately, your stay in liyue didn't last as much as zhongli hoped, as you left with the outsider to board beidou's ship to inazuma, you informing him the day before.

your time in inazuma was really anything but pleasant, even more so as not being able to stop teppei from dying and meeting scaramouche.

the least thing you liked was your first meeting with the shogun, covering lumine's/aether's back as the two of you entered her domain, the euthimiya realm.

you just hope no one except for zhongli know that you're the new anemo archon.

[lukerycyja]

Lone Feather in the Sea of Petals

@zhongrin i have finally did the promised alhaitham fic.

This might be a part one to something i guess?

Paring: Eventual Alhaitham x God!Reader

Tried to do it inclusive to all races, female reader Words:2.9k Warnings: sexual slavery and sexual abuse are discussed, human trafficing, mentions of blood, lmk if there is anymore else I hope i got Alhaitham’s character right

Flowers finally started blooming. Their small, colorful petals started showing their delicate tips, yellow anthers still too deeply hidden to become visible. Green leaves sprinkled across the branches of various trees, still shining with their youth. Soft breeze carried gentle, rich smell, mixed with aroma of the great blue. Storms stopped being so frequent three weeks ago, now only occasionally running through the islands, mostly just bringing rain and stronger wind rather than full on storm. The life finally started. White and golden birds, that resembled cranes, and yet were too different to be one, with various colored tails, flowing gently on the wind, sung their song, sounds pleasurable to the ear and artistic, like a bard singing and playing some not yet invented instrument. Their wings flapping with no sound, swift flight looking weightless and fluid. From time to time some of the feathers in their tails fell, dancing their way to the ground, while pinkish hue slowly replaced gold. There was rush in the streets, everyone running around in frenzy doing their task, yet way too busy for it to be just some morning rush. Various smells filled the air, from sweet pastries to wood wax and burned paper. There was noise, street buzzing with life, from time to time an excited shriek of a child or falling wooden frames cut through it, echoing across the land. Streets were being decorated, performers trained in struggle to achieve perfection. Bakeries and restaurants worked overtime to deliver all of the promised delicacies, while in Cherry Harbor ships docked and departed whole day and night. The trees blooming was enough of a reason on restarting businesses or start going on, but while busy all year long, islands were never this busy. Only time when this happened, was in the spring when storms ceased and the aroma of freshness dominated the air around The Pleasure Archipelago. Blooming Love Festival was almost in full swing.

***

He knew exactly why he was sent there. He made a mistake. But what was this mistake was a mystery. The problem was, that sages in the Akademiya were very hormonal, and what was once an asset, it could turn quickly into unwanted, digging mole, that had to be exterminated. He was unfortunately a mole now, thrown into small cage, bound and gagged, awaiting extermination. He wouldn’t get killed or deemed insane and thrown into merciless desert thankfully, but he didn’t know if the fate awaiting him wasn’t even worse. He could escape from the desert, but islands were way harder. Also, very limited knowledge was available for planning anything. As far as he knew, living “gifts” could be made into sex slaves, prostitutes, priests or even be sacrificed for the god of love and fertility. There was a lot of possibilities and almost none were certain. And that didn’t help at all. Door to his cell slowly opened, and Yen walked in, carrying a straw and a bottle. She was a young girl found in the desert that somehow ended up being one of the maintenance workers for the Akademiya. It was a miracle she even got this far – desert folk had no place anywhere near Sumeru city according to many of its citizens. “Are you holding up today?” she asked, waiting for his nod. Due to the gag he couldn’t respond of course, he only had his gag taken for meals, when Yen would take it out before leaving. She was understanding, simply because she disliked Akademiya. But what is one desert girl against powerful and controlling form of government. “Ah, that’s good, that’s good. I heard from one sage that was here earlier today that you will be escorted out of the city in the night. They said something about Port Ormos  and shipment across the sea, but I don’t know the details, sorry.” her soft tone was all that he needed to know. His fate was sealed then. “Well, they also mentioned, that you had to be “groomed properly” before departure, but I have no idea what that means. But guessing from the tone, they will make you suffer” she winced. Yen put a straw between his gag and mouth, allowing some water to get into his mouth. He drank as much as he could. He knew that if this was any other person, they would laugh and humiliate him first. She did things fast and gave him very much needed information. He started to like her. Too bad it won’t get anywhere. “They wont miss you” that was the last thing the girl said before leaving. And he was alone again. What was surprising to him, was that there was no physical abuse, they didn’t even spit on him once. Now, getting information that he was supposed to be “groomed”, it confirmed that he had to be in impeccable state. So probably a sacrifice or sex slave. After all, what else? It was a festival of love, not only sweet, but physical one as well. And while sages didn’t respect Lesser Lord Kusanali, and her probable will to attend didn’t matter to them, all of Teyvat knew that the god of love was one of the most feared ones, and no matter Archon or not, every ten years representatives or gods themselves attended the festival to ask for good luck in love or to not have a famine caused by infertile animals and soil. It was said that during the Archon War said god desolated the land and destroyed gods by making them fight for unachievable love. No one dared to fight her later on, instead pleading for her mercy, offering her the position across the Seven. And yet, she refused, preferring to pull on heartstrings of others and bending unbendable to her will. Legends said that Celestia acknowledged her power and gave her a throne in secret. But these were just some tales. What was true was that this god wasn’t known to be merciful and lived with her people in one of the biggest brothels known to man. Next few days were painful and humiliating to a degree. Turns out, “grooming” was exactly it. He was waxed, washed and scrubbed so hard that he felt like he had his skin rubbed off of him, oiled and massaged, which was very painful, and had to do a lot of stretching and dancing. Thankfully, it wasn’t sexual at all, mostly uncomfortable. Stretching was the worst, because despite being athletic and rather agile in his opinion due to sword fight training, he never knew his limbs and spine could bend that much. After a week, his body was sore and his skin had so much oil rubbed in it, that he constantly looked shiny. The smell of it was nice at the beginning, but right now he wanted to swim in mud and roll around in very dirty stables, just to get this intense smell off of him. He felt like his muscles were drenched in it, flowery stench seeping into his bones and making him human air refresher. However today, he was fed breakfast and thrown into a room, bound and gagged. This time however, his hands and legs were bound with silk ribbons and his gag was made out of a bamboo segment, with ribbon tied around his head. He heard sailors talk about arriving tomorrow, if weather will allow them and he knew that next meal will be at the destination. His only hope was to not suddenly develop sea sickness. As he prepared for amazingly passionate wall watching session, someone entered his room. It was a female dressed in Akademiya clothes with Akasha terminal glowing in the barely lit room. She looked at him in disgust, and yet she restrained her face expressions, leaving only eyes betrying her real feelings about being in the same room as him. “You committed crimes against Akademiya and whole nation of Sumeru. However, you did a lot for us. That’s why your punishment isn’t being sent to the desert. We both know that you would escape anyways. I’m giving you a warning. You are a gift, so act like one. Be pretty and obey to whatever commands will be ordered. Otherwise, many will suffer.” She spoke quietly and then left, leaving him in silence again. Well, it’s not like he had a choice to be a brat anyways. His journey was interrupted soon, or at least what felt like soon. It was hard to tell, and his window was out of the reach of his eyes. Its not like he could get up and not lose his teeth after all. Three women and two men entered his tiny room, filling it with various fabrics and cosmetic products. Great. More smelly perfume. They started brushing his hair, while two of them was throwing fabrics in his face and almost instantly taking it back. He didn’t know if he preferred being tortured right now, because they didn’t care if pulling his hair caused him pain or if he wanted to have some privacy, as they took off his clothes and complained about his muscles being an inch too wide to fit in their chosen dress. They treated him like a piece of meat, meant to be sold. Finally they decided on skin tight sleeveless shirt with delicate dendro pattern on it, with knee length simple skirt and decorative obi style belt, along with long, flowy fabric attached to his neck in arms. His forelocks stayed the same, but the rest of his hair was tied, at least as much as it could, with decorative piece behind his ear. He also had heavy earrings, that painfully dragged his irritated ears, after not very pleasant puncture that was done to him without a warning. He was also forced into high tights with holes for his fingers. He thanked whatever was watching him for that knee long skirt. His makeup was also applied in unpleasant way, since one of the men grabbed his face and held it in place, as a lot of dust tickled his nose. He didn’t know why they used colored dust instead of using more wet methods. Did they wanted to torture him as well? Whole experience was very dehumanizing. He didn’t even had his muzzle taken off, for whatever reason. He looked like a doll and his face was tingling with pain. He was sure that he got bruises from the strong grip that man had on his face, but they probably did cover it up in makeup. He lost the track of time during this whole ordeal, and apparently, they were close now.

All of his old life would soon be definitely finished and it was a question if he will die or live without freedom, as a property. He didn’t know what was worse at this point. Finally, the moment has arrived. He was dragged out by two guards outside. Sudden light of sunset blinded him for a second, but his sense of smelling was finally freed from heavy, nauseating perfumes. The air smelled of crisp sea, mouthwatering food and fresh, exotic flowers. It was truly refreshing. The moment his vision returned, he could only wonder at what he was seeing. Harbor was filled to a brim, every inch taken by ships and sailors. Workers dragged various chests out of the ships, each one carefully taken, as if whatever was in there, could shatter easily. But the best sight was the gate. Big statues of man and woman held stone ribbon with flowers coming out of it with doves on it. Stone birds were probably the size of small boat. Real birds meanwhile looked like tiny specks of dust. It was also either a miracle or hard work, that the statues were spotless and decorated with various flowers, while petals floated with the wind. He couldn’t look too long, before he got put in a cage covered in silk and his view was covered. His cage moved and it felt like someone started dragging his caricature of a carriage. Whole experience was still surreal to him, but what could he do. Nothing. His short ride stopped and he was left waiting again. His earrings really started getting on his nerves now, ears hurt under the weight of crystals. He was bound with ribbons now, stuck kneeling, and his knees were now hurting as well. At least on the ship he could sit. This eternal waiting finally ended when he heard bells and then silence. He heard people talking before, and someone giving a speech, but he couldn’t hear exactly what was said. Then, he was dragged out of the cage and forced to stand, finally taking in his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of a small, round plaza, in front of a stage. Around him were various riches, from minerals and fruits, to flowers and books. Behind him, were the Archons, kneeling, along with the highest representatives from each country. He was dragged out by some guard, that the clothes were of unknown origin to him. And someone was sitting on a throne in front of him. Her golden and light pink robes were covering most of the throne. She wore a dress with no sleeves that was showing her bare shoulders. Her (s/c) skin gleamed under the sunset light, with golden shine around it. Her (h/c) hair was carefully tied up and partially covered with cloth tied in it by detailed and delicate hairpins. Cloth also covered most of her face, except for lips covered in glittering, pink dye and impeccable, clean skin. She also had an abundance of golden jewelry covering what clothes could not. The throne was made out of pink crystal, glimmering in the sun. It was trapped in vines, that blood red roses came out of, with glittering water covering freshly opened buds. It’s thorns deep pink color, frighteningly sharp would scare any brave hand from picking flowers. If it wasn’t intimidating enough, weird, black colored birds sat around the stage and a few of them on top of the throne. Birds reminded him of cranes, but with shorter necks and a lot of missing feathers. Their beaks were shorter and curled, similar to an eagle. But their eyes… God, their eyes. Red orbs, filled with hatred and thirst for blood, all looking straight at him, piercing his mortal body and clawing at his soul. Their intense stare was already parting his limbs and sinking into his organs with greedy claws and beaks fighting for scraps of muscle saturated with blood. His blood. He was almost sure, that the only thing keeping them from tearing his flesh between themselves was the goddess on the throne. He noticed that there was another person standing right next to the throne, almost unnoticeable among the birds. His slender and malnourished form with grey skin and dark hair caused him to disappear among the birds, his scarlet eyes filled with the same emotion as them. That… man looked him up and down and snarled with disgust. “And what is this supposed to be” It was more of a statement than a question. Which was honestly surprising, because he didn’t sound disgusted with him but rather aimed at whoever was representing Sumeru, standing in the audience. “It is an offering, your highness. A healthy man that just entered his prime. I’m sure that you will find him useful” one of the sages said. Man sneered and turned his ugly head to the figure on the throne. “Are you accepting this “offering”, my liege?” by the way he spoke the word offering, he wanted to throw Sumeru representatives to the mercy of those awful birds, which meant no mercy at all. Woman seemed to be pondering for some time, and then moved her hand slightly, indicating for them all to move on. Man just mumbled something under his nose and nodded at the guard still holding him. “Take that… thing to the palace and make sure it’s prepared for further use” And with that, guard had unceremoniously thrown him over the shoulder and started walking behind the scene, bowing his head at the god sitting at the throne. Behind it were maids, or what he assumed were maids, all wearing gold and pink silk sarees, their faces covered with a cloth hanging from a silver headband. All were standing behind the throne and he didn’t know if all or any of them were women. But who he was to judge, as he himself was wrapped and covered in so much fabric and makeup, that he didn’t know what he looked like, only that it was supposed to make him look submissive and breedable, like some livestock. Behind the tent that made the back of the stage, was an entrance to a palace. It didn’t have high towers, but it was rather flat, similar to some desert buildings. There was no desert, but there were storms and open sea, so that’s probably why it wasn’t tall. It’s thick, decorative columns alone seemed like guards, watchfully observing all that was before them. The door opened a little, tall and thick, darkness form the inside keeping the contents of the palace safely behind a veil. As the door closed and the last of sunlight was blocked off, the guard dropped him on the ground and then clapped his hands twice. Immediately two servants with covered faces appeared, both dressed in very expensive clothing and jewelry, yet kept modest. The cloth that was covering had a weird symbol on it. It looked like a heart that was melting, with thorns around it. “Prepare him. He is of use.” And with that, the guard was gone.

[nenchainzz]

I’m the one who asked for Kaeya and Diluc with an s/o who has adhd a while back. And i loved it! I was wondering though if you could do Venti with a little sibling whos also an archon?

Yay!! I'm so happy you liked the Kaeya and Diluc hcs!!

Yes, I can make a Venti x Little Sibling Archon!Reader!! ❤️❤️

- Constantly makes fun of the fact that he's the older sibling

- Especially since out of the two of you, you're more responsible than him lmao

- You guys overseeing Mondstadt together and keeping the people safe

- He enjoys playing the lyre and singing with you

- Helping him during the Dvalin incident

- You guys getting into all sorts of fun, like pranking Diluc at Angel's Share

- So. Many. Pranks. Like honestly, rip the people you know

- You having to care for your brother when he gets a little too tipsy

- Knowing the other archons and being friends with them

- Ei likes you both because it reminds her of her and Makoto

- Protecting each other, of course

- Fighting together during the Archon war and the war against Dacarabian

- Partly the reason why there are so many siblings in Mondstadt is because of your and Venti's influence

- You constantly calling any variation of the wrong version of "Barbatos" to mess with him (he does the same with you)

- When people ask if you're siblings, you'll joke and say you've never met (the whole "I've never met this man in my life" and "Y/N? Who is that? Never heard of them"

- Even if you're vastly taller than him, he'll give you older brotherly head pats (even if he has to make a wind current to do so)

(。♡‿♡。)

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[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being the archon of the easterlings and the haradrim

(Here’s zhongli like archon reader in middle earth. You didn’t answer my questions from before, so I managed to make something like this when Thinking of an idea. Sorry If it’s not completely what you wanted, but this is what I came up. I went exploring a bit.) 

Requested by anonymoys

Warnings; mentions of fighting, death and wars. 

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-You were known as (Name), or Shiva, the god of sand.

-You resonated with the power of geo and were considered one of the most powerful divinities.

-You were a peaceful god until the archon war began, and it took your close friends. You shared no interest in having a seat in the Celestia, but when other gods turned their back on you and began fighting, you didn't have a choice.  

-You fought once to defend the people of your friend, Havria, who was dear to you, but then they turned their backs on her and killed her, which caused their downfall.

-Losing her caused you to lose trust in humanity and go mad with grief.

-The war turned you against everyone, even Morax, who you once held equal.

-He had sealed away Osial, who was once your friend, so you grew hatred toward him.

-You hated everything about him. You both wielded the powers of geo, and you both were dragon Adepti.

-You ended up in a violent battle with him, and the fight lasted many days, causing destruction with its storm of sand and earth.

-The battle ended when Morax threw his spear at you and pierced your heart. Your body fell limb, and you got lost in the storm of sand.

-It meant to seal you away, but the battle which conflicted elemental magic had ripped open a portal, and you fell through it.

-Your large Dragonoid body fell into the sand, and the last thing you saw was the stars you did not recognize but adored as you fell into a deep sleep.

-Thousand years later, you awoke when the people of the east found your body under the sand. They took the spear out from your chest, which allowed you to awaken.

-You held no hatred for them since they released you from Morax's seal and became their guide.

-You learned you were no longer in Teyvat but in a world called Arda with no Celestia or wielders of visions.

-Finding no way back or desire to return, you decided to immigrate yourself as a god to the people of the east.

-Since they were awakened and possessed little knowledge. You taught them to build houses and farmlands and even forge weapons to defend themselves.

-You taught them how to find cold and riches from the earth and make silk they wove into clothes.

-You even gave knowledge of how to make glass from the sand, which enhanced their houses and became part of their culture.

-Your greatest gift to them was how to tame and live peacefully with the animals such as desert foxes, leopards, and the great beast Mumakil.

-You guided them and taught them everything you knew. You took time and flew over the skies, learning about Arda, so you knew what to tell them, good and bad.

-The lands of Harad were a wast desert, so you took your domain there.

-The people of the east, especially the Haradrim, praised your knowledge and took you as their ruling deity.  

-They praise your name and leave offerings to your abode whenever they sought for your guidance and wisdom.

-Only on special occasions because they respected your wish for silence and time for meditation.

-They made your dragon form and the mark of geo as their sacred sigils and worshipped your greatest gift, the mumakil.

-They made some temples and paid tribute to Havria, appreciating the salt and spices you taught them to find and make.

-It was to make you happy when they learned the tragic fate of your friend.

-You sometimes watched from the sidelines as a human as your people grew and created great cities, living in prosperity.

-You sometimes went to markets wandering and buying their stuff. Even though; you had a bad habit of bringing any money.

-Your people made you think of Havria, who always pushed you to guide people of your own, telling what a great god and mentor you would make.

-It felt bitter, but you considered this an honor to your dear Havria.

-The haradrim practiced peace and made trades with the lands of the north and west. The stories of a dragon god would reach the ears of many, which many would choose to believe or not.

-When some people try to oppress the Haradrim or the people of the east, they would shout out your name for victory since you have trained them in the arts of war, making them one of the strongest armies.

-When you entered the battlefield with a storm of sand by your side, your enemies would quiver in fear, and the battle would be over before it even began.

-Your influence became stronger over time in the east and south, and the people only considered you as their ruling god, and by following your teachings and rules, they lived in peace.

-You were called the god of sand, wisdom, and time. You were also the guardian of the innocent and the children.

-Your fondness for the children allowed them to become sacred. Mistreating a child was considered a sin and a bad omen. Sons and daughters were both treated equally and with love.

-Your people avoided angering you because you would become the god of destruction and wrath. Sandstorms would rise in your rage, causing havoc upon the earth.

-Elves possessed little knowledge of you, except those who traveled to your lands as scholars.

-They called you the unknown valar of the east, or the great beast of Harad when regarding your dragon form. Your people referred to you as their golden valar.

-You took rest for every hundred years, restoring your elemental powers and taking rest from the world.

-The haradrim always lived peacefully and celebrated whenever you returned.

-Until one battle during the first age. A beast of Morgoth was sent to your land to conquer your home and enslave your people.

-You took it upon yourself to defend them, and a fierce battle was issued.

-Your people knew how to handle the opposing army, so you took care of their leader, and as a warrior god, you conquered the monster and rose victorious.

-Your people were safe, but you suffered grave injuries and a loss of elemental power.

-You bid your people a goodbye because to fully heal and regain your powers, you would rest a much longer than hundred years.

-Your chosen leaders made their vow to honor your name and teachings, so you went to rest with an easy mind.

-The haradrim and the people of the east lived in prosperity and peace during your rest. They even welcomed their Easterling kin, who escaped from the final battle of the war of wrath and returned to their distant kin.

-The Easterlings were confused and frightened about how their kin had chanced.

-The cities your people built were far greater and that they lived with no conflict baffled the Easterlings greatly.

-You had given the haradrim and the rest of the people knowledge and gifts, which allowed them to live in peace and wealth.

-The Easterlings would slowly integrate and adapt their kin's lifestyle and culture, taking you as their new god,

-In their eyes, you were truthful, unlike Morgoth, who had been deceitful from the beginning and permitted the lands and riches of Beleriand he had promised to them.

-Morgoth's influence would have vanished, and your people lived together with the Easterlings in peace and harmony, even making bonds with the people of middle earth.

-The peace of the east would slowly end when Sauron came and influenced people into havoc.

-Sauron's corruption would be effortless at first. He was surprised by how much more developed and different the people of the east were, especially the haradrim.

-He always thought the unknown vala of the east was a made-up story, but now he saw some truth.

-When he heard you were asleep, he didn't seek your abode and slowly turned some of your people away from your faith.

-Some of the Easterlings would still be possessed by the influence of Morgoth and have greed in their heart, which allowed Sauron to turn them and start a conflict in the east.

-Haradrim and most people stood against the traitors, and a long-lasting conflict began.

-The blue wizards, who came to assist the good Easterlings and the people of the east who resisted Sauron, felt your presence and were concerned but considered you a possible ally when the times came rough.

-When the time became desperate, Sauron's influence became greater along with the numenorians who started harassing the haradrim from the west. The blue wizards finally decided to seek out your abode and awaken you to help them.

-You would hear the call of the blue wizards and the prayers of your people who were losing hope, and finally, awaken from your thousand years of rest.

-When you heard about the situation of your people, you were furious and decided to join the blue wizards to help resist Sauron.

-You had no dealings with the Easterlings before, but since some of them still considered you as their god and were close kin to your people. You decided to show the traitors why you're a god.

-It was time to remind your people and Sauron, who was the real god of the east.

-Your storms of sands engulfed the lands of the Easterlings, and they were rendered helpless.

-Your people fought beside you and gained many victories.

-Even the leader of the Easterlings, Khamul, stood nothing against you and the power of the geo. He couldn't repel you even with the ring he received from Sauron.

-You faced Sauron in close combat, and he didn't stand a chance against your might. You banished him with the spear Morax used to take you down, restoring the peace.

-You rescued your haradrim from the numenorians and their oppressors. They fleed in horror when you appeared in your dragon form, but the haradrim celebrated the return of their god.

-They stood strong against all oppressors and with your guidance, made an alliance with the people of the middle earth, standing united against Sauron.

-The people of the east made peace with the people of the west and all the conflicts that happened were forgiven.

-Elves and those who had a chance of meeting you told stories and marked you as the valar of the gold.

-When Sauron was defeated, you were curious about the world and remained in your human form to wander it.

-Your people were skilled enough to care for themselves without you, so you had faith they would last without a god.

-The world was big but piqued your curiosity. You didn't mind remaining in Arda and seeing what would happen next.

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Whilst I Still Remember

A bitter smile falls from your lips as you take in the sights of Liyue’s vast scenery. It really has grown so very much since the Assembly’s destruction. Looking at how far it’s come, you can’t help but wonder if Guizhong would be proud of what the people had grown into. Though the thought is quickly dismissed, as you already knew the answer. She always did adore humans…

With a sigh you tear your eyes away from the sight of your beloved Liyue.

You knew that your time was short, far too short for explanations and lamentations. Far too short to make it clear to your adepti how much you appreciated them, not in person. You’d fled, locking yourself away. You’d prepared for this day for centuries; yet it felt almost surreal that it was truly here. The seals you had carved so long ago lit up with amber as the power that had been stored in them finally was unleashed, just as potent as it had been in your prime when you’d prepared them. As you were now, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to break them, not without your Gnosis. That’s precisely why you’d agreed to the Tsarita’s proposal. Liyue had begun to flourish apart from you, it did not need your guidance any longer.

Now you are unable to give that guidance whether you wished to or not. This seal was your final act, your last gift to the land you loved so much. Each and every factor has been meticulously scrutinized for decades, outcomes -however unlikely- had all been take into account and planned for.

The seal was your masterpiece.

It would also be your prison.

You had to ensure that you would not be able to exit it. For even the more resilient of stones will inevitably cave under time’s toll. Just as Azadha did, now you soon will. Already memories had begun to grow hazy, it had startled you when you had been speaking with Alatus about the past, only to realize in surprise that you could not recall the events clearly. It had been only a few months, moments really when compared to the lifespan of a god such as yourself, but you were certain now. What would it be like, you wonder, to lose yourself as your dear friend had? Will it be painful? Or perhaps you would simply not even notice until the very last vestiges of your sanity slipped away? Regardless, you were here now, the one place where you could be sure that you would not harm the land. The seal you had crafted for yourself was intricate, detailed, and powerful. Even if your maddened self were to be powerful enough to damage it; you would have forgotten the knowledge of how to operate it; and thus it would remain shut permanently. You had to make certain that you could not harm your people, your beloved nation, in your insanity. As an archon, you had shielded many from danger; and now you shielded them from yourself.

Clinging to the final thoughts of protecting your people, the seal that had waited deep within the earth for untold centuries finally completed its purpose. The whole of Teyvat’s people shudder as the roar of a dragon shakes the very earth, before falling into silence.

Within the captivity of your own making; you defended Liyue from its final danger;

You; It’s own god.

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[kqden]

Forcing submission onto a Harbinger

Scaramouche x Archon!AFAB!Reader

TW: Smut, bottom Scara, pegging, blowjob, fingering, handjob, teasing, edging, possibly ooc, made for a friend

I APOLOGIZE IF ITS BAD ITS MY FIRST FANFICTION IVE WROTE

Being an archon isn’t as big as a responsibility as everyone thought. Though you have grown up with major responsibilities with being born into being the daughter of the hydro archon. Unfortunately, the hydro archon died in the archon war leaving you with the burden of ruling over Fontaine. So far, the few years you have been archon have been a breeze. Though you have high expectations placed upon you it didn’t matter much because you were used to it anyways. Sometimes being an archon could be pretty boring too, too much work and no time to have some fun.

That was until something changed. When you were handed the gnosis, you were told to not let anything happen to it. You weren’t planning on anything happening to it, but shit happens. A certain fatui harbinger wanted to change the ownership of the gnosis. He came to you ready for a fight if things went south as he asked you for the gnosis. Normally he would immediately hop into getting aggressive with the other archons, but he didn’t seem too hostile, and you wanted your fun. “Let me tell you what, dear, this gnosis is as good as yours if and only if you humor me with a date.” You told him with a smug grin plastered against his face. The smaller male in front of you just stared in shock. What a weird request. Doesn’t sound too bad, does it? Just one little night out with the new hydro archon and never show his face to you again... Right? At least that was what he was hoping for when he reluctantly agreed.

“Fine. Let's just meet up here tomorrow.”

With that, the male you don’t know the name of turned his back and just left.

You had no doubt in your mind that he was actually going to come. That guy looked desperate to get his little hands on the gnosis. Frankly you didnt even want the gnosis. You believed he would want it for good and not to do anything bad with it. Thats why you were wanting to hand it over so willingly. Soon came the evening and you were more than ready. Finally, you could have your much needed fun. As you walked the pathway you looked ahead of you to find the male already sitting on a bench facing the road already waiting. You smirked to yourself and folded your hands behind your back as you wandered behind him. “I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?~” Your sudden voice seemed to startle the male in front of you, so you just snickered. He only replied with an attitude. ”Let’s make this quick.. Its ruining my pride.” Oh how funny that line was to you. You were planning on knocking him down a few pegs by the end of the night.

He let you lead the way the whole time as he followed behind you. He didn’t know where you were taking him, but he didn’t have the position to complain. He was getting the gnosis after all. You took him to the place you stay at as you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door. You swung the door open and glanced back to the male. You didn’t even know his name yet. You probably didn’t need to know. It was only a one-night thing. “Welcome to my humble abode~” You smirked back to him as he just practically ignored you and walked inside. You weren’t having that. Though you’d have your fun with him later. You just had to be patient. You had a few plans for tonight, but it was going to end with a bang. “You know.. it's not nice to ignore people.” You muttered but he only rolled his eyes.

Oh, you were so going to ruin this brat.

As the night went on it was pretty silent for the most part. You had picked out a movie to watch on the television and set up a little dinner. He warmed up a bit, but he still didn’t seem too genuine about anything. You weren’t either. You just wanted to fuck him, hand your gnosis over, and kick him out and go about your life. Right when he thought the night was over, he stood up from the couch and stretched his arms above his head. “Well. thanks for tonight, I guess. I should get going now..” It was cute seeing how he doesn’t think anything of the night “Actually i have something else planned for tonight.” And after that you took his wrist, stood up, and dragged him up a few stairs to your room. The only appropriate place for the deeds you were planning.

“On the bed.” You openly ordered him, but he just looked at you with a face of disgust. He definitely wasn’t expecting this. “What.? I’m not a fucking bottom-” He declared but you just scoffed in disbelief. “With a body like that? i severely doubt it.” You shut him down as you grabbed the back of his shirt and pushed him down on the bed. “What the fuck are you-” You shut him up with the sight of a large strap on, leaving him speechless. “If you want the gnosis so badly then i suggest you cooperate with me.” You announced and his expression contorted into a frustrated one. He had no choice.

At the look of submission, you chuckled. “What a good boy.” You praised and he just huffed. He really did look like a bottom from this view. Your eyes slowly surveyed his small body as you joined him on the bed. It was your job to please him. Slowly, your head dipped down to rest in the crook of his neck and your hand went to his inner thigh which prompted a little squirm from the male underneath you. This was going to be such a nice night. Now you can have your real fun. You gripped his inner thigh and slowly rubbed little circles in with your thumb as your lips pecked at his neck. “Ngh.. watch it.. I don’t want anyone seeing marks on me tomorrow..” He muttered as his thigh twitched. He definitely looked sensitive. Scaramouches words fell on deaf ears as you just ignored him and soon started planting open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

Those kisses received a small moan in return. Oh yeah.. This was going to be amazing. His head tilted to the side a bit to allow more access and let your hand travel up his shirt. He felt thin and smooth under his shirt. There was no way he actually fucked people in this body. You lifted your head up and stared down at him admiring his submissive state. He looked back at you with a look of confusion, but it soon went away as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Everything you need so far on display. His smooth skin, his bare chest, especially his nipples. If his neck was sensitive, you could bet his nipples were. You slowly reached out to place a hand on his chest and slowly ghost your hand over his chest and to his nipples, watching goosebumps rise in the process.

As you let your thumb press lightly on the bud, his chest arches to your hand involuntarily. The sight prompts a grin to slowly creep up to your face “Yeah? I thought you weren’t a bottom. By the looks of it you’re squirming to my touch.. You’re really going to love this.” You openly teased him, but Scaramouche blatantly ignored you. It was like you successfully knocked him down a few pegs. You easily took one of his nipples in your fingers to pinch at and roll against his skin, gaining little whimpers in response all while your head dips down yet again to lick against his other nipple. Once you got it wet with your saliva, you lightly breathed against it sending chills down the male’s spine. “Mmn.. Hurry up..” He pleaded which amused you. You pulled your head up and looked at him with a smug look. This body was already yours to play with.

“Your wish is my command.” And with that started the real fun. You pulled away from his chest and as you scanned his body, eyes falling on the obvious bulge in his pants. “Oh? I barely started yet you’re already so hard..” Reaching out, you cupped his bulge and started to place a bit of pressure on it drawing a moan from the guy under you. The amusing part was seeing his hips buck up to your hand getting desperate. You took that as a sign to stop with the teasing. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down along with his boxers, his cock already coming to life. His size wasn’t much to brag about but you didnt comment on it and took his cock into your hand to lightly stroke at it as Scaramouches face burned a shade of red at being exposed to someone. His pants slowly left his body and were tossed elsewhere in the room.

Having him fully exposed there was so much you could do. Though you knew what you wanted to do to him. So, without another word, you let yourself crawl down to face Scaramouches dick and gripping his thighs to spread them apart a bit to get yourself comfortable “Just lean back and relax, dear.” You comforted him as one hand held his hard cock as the other one traveled down to his hole. You lightly ghosted his hole with your index finger and gently pushed it in. Though.. His hole wasn’t too tight around your finger. He completely lied about not being a bottom and he knows that. Though despite already being stretched out it still felt good to him. He gave soft moans as his hips buck into your hand. You let his cock go from your hand as you replaced it with your mouth to hum against. The vibrations drawing a whiney moan from the bottom. The way your mouth felt around him felt so good and he made it known with his moans.

After a bit you added your middle finger in next to your index one in his hole. Fingers rubbing against every spot they could reach against his walls, while your tongue worked at his tip trying to push him to his release. Whenever you pressed on a certain spot inside of him you would receive a specific reaction. Your finger kept pressing against that spot causing him to jerk in pleasure but that only lasted for a quick moment. It was obvious he was getting close. There was no way you were actually going to let him cum without the strap on being inside of him.

When he jerked, you took that hint he was going to release and released every hold you had on him. He looked at you with slightly glossy eyes. “Where's your pride now little one?~” You teased once again but he just gives a little glare as a pathetic warning “Just.. shut up.. this will only be a one-time thing..” He protested and you just chuckled. Of course, you weren’t planning on fucking him again. Sitting up, you gripped onto Scaramouches hips and flipped him over, so his ass is facing you and he’s on all fours. You leaned back a bit as you gripped his ass with both hands and let your thumbs spread his ass apart and looked at it. “Some bottom you are. Before I laid a finger on you, you were already stretched out.” That statement didn’t even gain a response. He didn't have the energy to argue back.

And with that, you got yourself situated and guided the large dildo connected to the strap to Scaramouches hole with an excited grin plastered on your face. After a bit of edging his hole, you slowly pushed in. At that feeling Scaramouche arched his back and gripped onto the sheets with a long-drawn-out moan. Definitely a sight to remember. He moaned so beautifully to you. All of this pleasure you are giving him was all you. You took pride in making this harbinger fall to his knees in bed. Especially the way he so easily let you peg him. There wasn’t any sign of pain from him, so you took that as a sign to continue. Slowly, you eased out of him and pushed back in, this time faster. You weren’t exactly going hard on him, but he was still fully enjoying himself. This is definitely worth handing the gnosis over. To brace him, you gripped onto Scaramouches hips to pull out but as soon as you did that, you slammed right into him causing him to gasp hard and let out a loud moan. 

That reaction amused you quite a bit, so you ran your hands along his back to his shoulders, rubbing them lightly on them before using his shoulders to lift him up a bit and pull him against your chest. There was a noticeable bulge in his lower stomach, so you lightly brushed your hand against it and kept it there. You gained a sinister smirk as you pressed on it causing Scaramouche to let out a pleasured moan and without another word you pulled your hips back and started thrusting repeatedly into his small body. The thrusting turned into pounding. The harbinger was getting loud as drool leaked from his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes. To get him to his release quicker, you reached down to his cock and grabbed ahold of it. Pressing your thumb against his tip, his body twitched a bit as he was getting closer and closer to his release.

Your hand moved faster against his cock in timed with your thrusts as Scaramouche sobbed in pleasure. For a second you stopped thrusting and pushed Scaramouche down against the bed but kept his ass propped up to slowly pull out and immediately slam deep inside of him. This caused such a loud choked moan from him, but it didn’t stop. You did that a few more times before picking the pace up but making sure to get in much deeper. You wanted to ruin him by all means necessary. Though it didn’t take long until Scaramouche opens his mouth to babble out nonsense. Especially when he felt close. “I,,I’m so close.. cu-cumming..” He warned before he released all over your sheets. You were going to let him anyways.

After a few thrusts you rode out his high and slowly eased out of him. As soon as you pulled out, Scaramouche collapsed onto the bed with exhaustion. “Don’t worry. Rest and ill clean up.” Afterwards you left from the bedroom and a few minutes later you came back with new sheets and wet paper towels. You also came back with your gnosis in your hand and placed it on the nightstand next to Scaramouches head. Gently, you rolled him over onto his side and placed a sheet right next to him to roll him back over on after you’re done cleaning him off. You really made a mess of him. You gently wiped his tear-stained cheeks and the drool stains on his chin.

You gently wiped his abdomen free of his cum and put the strap on aside. After getting everything situated, you finally let yourself fall on the bed pretty exhausted yourself. Today was definitely a day to remember. Soon enough, you drifted off to sleep. In the morning, you looked next to you to see the harbinger gone as well as the gnosis you put next to him. It was definitely worth it.

[ventisslut]

HE BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS! venti doesn't mooch off of others nor does he have a large tab! He has his own money and he pays for himself! He knows when to stop when he doesn't have the mora! GO KING!!! GET YOUR BAG!!

[abyssruler]

roses are red, violets are blue, lynette is so done with the two of you

lyney x gn!reader

lynette thinks fontaine’s worst kept secret isn’t how neuvillette wears blue underwear or how the hydro archon loves a good drama, no, fontaine’s worst kept secret is lyney’s massive crush on you and how everyone and their grandmother know except you.

comedy, pining lyney, lynette being so done

Lyney’s frowning.

Most people would find it an odd expression on him, used to having him direct dazzling smiles and playful laughter their way. But Lynette isn’t just anyone, and the sight of Lyney frowning is hardly a rare phenomenon within the privacy of their household.

Freminet’s usually Lyney’s choice of victim for whatever nonsense he’s managed to build himself up in that head of his, but Freminet’s busy doing errands and Lynette is unfortunately the only person within vicinity that Lyney trusts with his secret—which isn’t even a secret by this point, people have been making bets on how long it would take you to realize that Lyney’s been pining over you since forever.

Case in point: Lyney frowning over two identical flowers. She doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that her brother is having a midlife crisis over which flower to give you.

Lynette thinks he should just man up and confess. Preferably within the next week or so, otherwise she’d lose her bet.

“Lynette, which one is more eye-catching, the crimson one,” he holds up the flower in his right hand, then he raises the other one, “or the maroon one?”

Lynette gives him the deadest stare she can muster. “They’re the same color.”

“Oh, sister, have you no taste?” Lyney tuts, pouting at her for a moment before returning to that constipated look as he squinted at the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ flowers. Talk about being delusional.

“(Y/N)’s not gonna care whether the rose is crimson or maroon or red,” she tells him. You’d probably accept a dead flower if it came from Lyney, with that starry-eyed look you always got whenever he so much as glances your way. Lynette’s not one to judge other people’s taste too harshly, but she does wonder what you see in her overdramatic and annoying brother.

Ah, well. They do say love makes people blind. Hopefully not literally though, Lynette’s not looking forward to performing shows alone because Lyney got blinded by his love for you—though if you asked Lynette, she’d tell you it wasn’t love so much as obsession. Only someone insane would spend hours picking out flowers and calling them ‘maroon’ and ‘crimson’. It’s just red.

Lynette squints at him. “And since when were you interested in the meaning of flowers?”

“Well, I suppose you could say I like to dabble in other pursuits.” Lyney gives her a cheeky grin.

“Right…” He’s clearly losing his mind.

“Red roses symbolize true love, though rainbow roses in particular pertain to passion, and…” He trails off, eyes blinking in astonishment. She can practically see the lightbulb appearing on top of his head.

With a flick of his wrists, the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ roses disappear. Lynette watches him warily, wondering what kind of outlandish idea has formed in that head of his.

But he doesn’t elaborate more, only shoots a wink at her and says, “I’ve got a great idea.”

✧

His great idea, as it turns out, is to corner you in an alleyway and make it rain rainbow roses around you as he asked you out on a date, all while Lynette is crouched on the roof, dumping sacks of rainbow roses and vindictively hoping one of them stabs Lyney in the eye. No such luck.

You, as the ever-crazy romantic that you are, are awestruck and amazed by what he’s done instead of weirded out like how a normal person would be. With an eager smile and a twinkle in your eye, you accept the rose in Lyney’s hand and say yes when he asks you to meet him for dinner tomorrow. Lynette wants to barf, but settles for dumping another sack of flowers on top of the two of you.

And if she uses a little bit of anemo to direct a few petals to Lyney’s face? Well, you removing a petal sticking to his cheek and having your fingers linger there for a few moments wasn’t part of the plan (the plan being: embarrass her brother by having him choke on a petal while he’s speaking), but she can’t entirely begrudge the result. Not when Lyney looks like he’s about to have a meltdown with just one touch from you. Good blackmail material right there.

Lynette’s happy that the two of you have finally gotten your heads off your asses and are actually going on a date. Though mostly she’s happy about the amount of mora heading her way soon.

She’ll have to thank Freminet for telling her about the bet about you and Lyney. Maybe she can start a new bet on when the two of you are getting married—probably soon, if the lovestruck look on Lyney’s face is anything to go by. She hopes he won’t be crazy enough to propose on the second date, because you’d certainly be crazy enough to accept if he did.

Oh, well. Lynette will put a bet on one month just in case.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

If only I could hold you through a screen

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Ei, Yae Miko, Nahida, Wanderer, Furina, Neuvillette

Summary: Self Aware Archons and their companions react to you crying as you stare at them in the character screen, they try to comfort you but all they hear you say is "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEAD GUYS!!! This is platonic on Nahida's end

VENTI

He was devastated as you gently sobbed, staring at his character in the character menu. He only wished to play you a song to ease the pain you were feeling. Who or what could make a God, no, the creator cry? He was more upset the more he thought of the possibilities of what made you break down.

“I-I…wish you…were with me.” 

As those words spilled out of your mouth, all choked out with sobs following each word, Venti could feel a tear roll down his face. Venti pulled out his lyre, doing one of his idle animations in hopes of cheering you up. On his side, he was playing you the most relaxing tune in all of Tevat! 

But it was blocked by the code. You could distantly hear it, however, if you listened close enough. You drift off as you focus on the secret melody, leaving Venti with a solemn smile. Seeing your peaceful sleeping face brought the Anemo Archon a sense of calm. 

As your screen dimmed due to inactivity, the more he wished to hug and comfort you. He couldn’t wish for anything more than to wipe your tears away and comfort you. He gently slowed the tune as your screen turned off. There was only one thought he had, and whispered out to comfort himself.

“One day, no tears will be shed when I’m with you, my dear god.”

ZHONGLI

He didn’t understand when you just started sobbing when you stared at him in the character menu. He started to panic the more you cried staring at him. Something in him broke the longer he heard you cry. He thought he had did something wrong to hurt you, but that suspicion was broken when you spoke through broken sobs. 

“I wish you were with me…”

That’s when his heart shattered. He started to mumble to himself, a mix of comforting words directed at you and words comforting himself. The more you focused on him, the more you could hear him speak outside his code. Out of anger, he did his idle with his little rock spinning around him. 

He wished it hit whoever, or whatever, had hurt you. Seeing you cry brought this strong protectiveness over you. Seeing you this fragile was new to him, and the fact that the creator could be sad slightly scared him. He wished for nothing more than to be there to comfort you.

Due to the exhaustion of crying, you started to fall asleep. The more your screened dimmed more and more as you dozed off to sleep, Zhongli could only imagine one thing in his mind. He mumbled it out loud, and you smiled as you could faintly hear it.

“I will protect you soon, there will be no need for you to feel any more tears roll down your pretty cheeks.”

XIAO

The fact that such a higher being such as yourself could cry surprised him. And him not being able to handle human like emotions didn’t help either. He only stared in disbelief and guilt as he couldn’t be there for you. He’s asked those around him what he should do when someone close to him cries, but never thought he needed to try the advice he was given with you. 

Your broken sobs did so much to his already aching heart. And hearing you scream into a nearby cushion made him even more angry. He wanted to purge whatever or whoever did this to you. You stared at his character, he was doing his mask idle due to his increasing anger and sadness watching you, which had only increased as you mumbled to him in broken sobs.  

“I w-wish y-you were h-here with me.”

His anger only increased, he tried so hard to keep his adeptal energy under control. Nothing could stop his racing mind and what could have happened to you out of playing the game. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Seeing you in this much pain, straining to talk as you sobbed into a cushion, didn’t help his urges. 

He calmed down as he saw your sleeping face. You dozed off, and his eyes were stuck on your resting eyes. A wave of peace had cleared his angry head, his fists now relaxing. As your screen dimmed, his voice was faint and soft.

“Nothing will make you cry ever again when I’m around, I swear it.”

EI

Your tears fell as you stared at the Raiden Shogun, the puppet, in the character screen. Sensing your saddened presence, Ei had switched her consciousness to see what that matter was. Her eyes widened as you stared at her with a heavy breath and shaky eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotte you so upset. 

Seeing you cry hurt her so much as she stared at you through the puppet’s eyes. Ei wanted nothing more than your happiness to last for eternity. Her electro energy was becoming too much, while her consciousness possessed the puppet you had stared at. Her electro ball animation seemed a lot more aggressive than normal as she heard your screaming voice. 

“I wish you were here with me!”

She felt touched at first that you wanted her with you. She wanted you with her too for so long. But your scream made her anger even more prominent. She couldn’t bring herself to look away as you choked back sobs, your breath uneven. The more you calmed down, the more she started to relax. 

She saw your exhausted, tear stained face and felt her heart, outside the puppet, long for your embrace. She wanted nothing more than for you to be in her Plane of Euthymia, where no one would ever hurt you. Your soft breaths made her smile as your tears stopped. As the screen dimmed, her soothing voice spoke. 

“You will be safe with me soon enough, my dearest creator.”

YAE MIKO

She seemed confused at first as you were stuck on the character menu. But seeing your tears made her quickly understand what was going on. Someone had hurt you, and they needed to be dealt with. Your crying got louder and she couldn’t help her growing anger. 

Just as you stuttered out words, a bird had flown to her finger before her very angry fox spirit friend tried to bite it. She may have been smiling, but her anger was bubbling over. Hearing your weak and stuttering voice speak pulled her attention away from her angry fox spirit. She felt so honored to hear those words from you. 

“I-I w-wish y-you w-were w-with m-me.”

She had to hold herself back from electrifying everything right there in the menu. She was so focused on who had done this to you, she had started to plot. She wanted to humiliate and hurt those that had disgraced you. No one should be treating a deity of your caliber with such disrespect. 

Yae Miko smirked as she saw you shrink and fall asleep on the place you were sitting. The more the screen dimmed, the more her eyes glowed with mischievous intent. She hummed to herself as she plotted the demise of those that made you cry. Her voice was smooth as she hummed her words through her teeth. 

“My my, your protection will soon come from the familiar of the Electro Archon my dear god, so please have patience with me~.”

NAHIDA

Nahida wanted to understand why you felt so sad. She was only a baby Archon after all, she looked to you for guidance on human emotions seeing as you had similar ones. But your crying to her had worried her, as she was ill-equipped to help. Nothing in her mind mattered, only you smiling down on her and giving her your happy aura.

She thought of so many ways to try to cheer you up. She did her string to people idle, trying her best to remind you that she is your friend and is there for you. She did what she could, trying to show you how much you were cared for. Her heart broke as she realized her efforts weren’t working. 

“I wish you were here with me.”

She smiled up at you, noticing how the tears stained your face. She was so grateful that a deity like you wanted her, even if she was an inexperienced Archon. She had worshiped you greatly, and only wished to see you smile. Her mind wasn’t on those that had hurt you, but on you feeling better at the moment. 

Seeing you fall asleep brought a smile to her face. You being asleep brought her hope that she could finally meet you in your dreams and bring you comfort. She looked at your now relaxed face, your screen dimming. Once you had fallen into a calm slumber, her voice spoke in hopes to bring you reassurance in your sleep. 

“I promise to protect you in your dreams, so no more tears, oh wise one!”

WANDERER

You were staring at him in the character menu, as tears rolled down your face. It scared him, thoughts of worry and panic, thinking he had done something to displease you. But the more you just stared at him, the more he could tell that it was something else that bothered you. Anger replaced the panic as you started to sob.

He never understood how human emotions worked, and a deity like you having those emotions were new to him. The more your soft sobs caught his ears, the more uncomfortable he felt. He started summoning his anemo ball, doing the start of his idle, but the anemo ball kept getting bigger the longer he held it. The anemo energy then dissipated as he was surprised by your mumbling. 

“I wish you…were…here with me…””

He was caught so off guard when you said that. He felt like it wasn’t fair for you to say that out of nowhere, especially when you were this sad. He thought you were joking, you wanting a puppet like him to be with you to help bring you comfort. He looked into your eyes and saw the exhaustion in them. 

Seeing you fall asleep in front of him was like a gift. He knew it would help you feel better, but something in him wanted to cuddle you while you drifted off. Anger gripped him once more, how could anyone make you cry was the only thought in his head. Subconsciously, he spoke, hoping you heard him.

“Those lousy vermin don’t deserve you. They will know their place once I’m with you.”

FURINA

Furina never understood how to handle someone crying, especially since she was one to bottle up her emotions and hide them away from others. But seeing you like this made her softly smile, it meant you trusted her to be emotional and raw. The next emotion that came barreling in was anger. Anger at those that had made you so sad. 

Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to cheer you up from the other side. She started holding her water seahorse as she was doing her idle, trying to cheer you up. Her face was left with a shocked expression as she held her water seahorse closer, not ready for you to mumble out to her. 

“I wish you were here…with me.”

Those words made her eyes flutter to yours. You wanted her, no one else, her to be with you as you cried. Her ego and stature wad boosted as she straightened her posture. She wanted to reach a hand out to your cheek to stroke your tears away. 

Her sense of justice was strong, and she’d bring anyone to justice in your name. Especially if they had made you cry like this. The screen dimmed as she was so focused on your crying state. She was so caught up in her theatric mind, she didn’t notice either you falling asleep and her loud proclamation that you swore you heard. 

“I will make laws just to make it so if anything makes you cry, they will have to stand justice in front of the Hydro Archon herself!”

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette wasn’t ready for you to stare at him in the character menu with teary eyes. He wasn’t new to tears and sadness, but your sadness was something fresh to him. He wanted to do something about it, wanting to bring those to justice if they had hurt you. Little droplets of rain started to fall around him. 

He did his rain idle as his sadness increased, seeing you stuttering through your cries. He was saddened that the one being he looked up to felt so much sadness. There was a guilt as he felt happy that someone as important as you could have vulnerable moments. The surrounding rain in his idle poured harder as you stuttered out something softly in your tears.

“I w-wish you w-were h-here with m-me.”

He couldn’t stop his rain animation after hearing you speak. Your vulnerable voice and stutters made his eyes widen, he couldn’t bring himself to think that you could be this hurt. It worried him as he only wanted to be with you. He wanted to comfort you properly and not from the confines of code and screen that held him. 

The rain started to stop as he saw you falling asleep. He understood that you had a raw emotional moment and only thought that sleep was much needed. He thought of ways to bring those that made you cry to trial, not sure how they would get there in the first place, however. The screen dimmed more as he only stared at you. 

“Those who made you cry will be judged by the Oratrice itself. So save your tears, my lovely god, for when we can cry together.”

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[yandere-3-sagau]

Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 3

Short Summary: You’re on the Crux and want to test the limits of your new abilities. While you’re on your way to Inazuma, more and more people become aware of your existence. characters: Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, Beidou, Kazuha warning(s): none word count: 2221

(Sorry i’ve been inactive. I stopped playing genshin but i’ve come back for my bby Neuvillette. i’m including him soon to this series hehe)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

The Anemo Archon may be inactive, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening. As they always say, the wind carries words… even those meant to be kept secret.

Despite being a god that hasn’t shown himself to his people in ages, Venti is a lot more informed about his nation than most would think. And it’s not just his nation, but other nations as well.

So, when the wind carries the latest rumor to his ears, Venti drops the wine bottle he’s drinking. The glass shatters to the ground, the red liquid seeping into the wooden floors of Angel’s Share. Diluc groans, putting down the wine glass he was cleaning with a tired look on his face.

“Maybe it’s time you head home, Venti. It seems you’ve had too much to drink.”

Diluc’s words don’t seem to reach him as Venti’s aqua green eyes are widened in shock, his face unmoving. The red haired swordsman snaps his fingers in front of Venti’s face.

“You alright there?”

Venti snaps out of it, shaking his head. There’s a large smile on his face that he’s unable to wipe off.

“Yeah… it’s seems you’re right. I’ll be off, now.” He rushes out of Angel’s Share leaving Diluc bewildered at his speed.

“But you haven’t paid…” Diluc sighs, the words dying in his throat. He shakes his head at the Anemo Archon’s erratic behavior, red locks swaying.

As Venti exits the tavern, he jumps into the air and allows the wind to carry him, not caring who sees it.

His small frame is shaking with excitement over the new rumor… but he had to confirm it.

There have been countless times where the words he hears are false…but on the off chance that this new rumor is proven true, it would be groundbreaking.

So, Venti rides the current of the wind, directing it towards the neighboring nation of Liyue where the subject of the rumor was last spotted.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

You’re shocked, seeing the almost love stricken gaze of the vigilant yaksha.

The curse word slips from your mouth but Xiao doesn’t bat an eye, too dazed.

When you finally regain your senses, you have no time to think about Xiao or how he even knows you’re the creator. All you know is that you’ve been discovered and that you need to get back on the Crux before Grandpa Fuyi wakes up and discovers you’re missing.

With that goal in mind, you close your eyes and try to concentrate, thinking of the lower deck of the Crux and Grandpa Fuyi.

Slowly, you open your eyes but immediately jump back, startled. Instead of the lower deck of the Crux, you’re faced with Xiao who has moved disrespectfully close to you.

Xiao’s body is moving on autopilot, subconsciously bringing himself closer as his mind is only filled with thoughts of you. He wanted in engrain the image of you so deep into his brain that he’d remember every detail even when he closed his eyes.

Your presence is so warm it feels like all of the pain he’s suffered has disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Even just the scent of you is so addicting that he’s unable to remain composed. No matter how disrespectful Xiao may seem for invading the creator’s personal space, the need to be near you overcomes any sense of shame he may have. When he notices your shock, he immediately bows his head down.

He can’t stop the tremble of his hands as he stands so close to you, his heart racing. If he just lifted an arm, he’d be able to touch you. He fights the urge with every bone in his body before speaking so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him.

“I-I’m sorry! I just… I’ve only ever dreamed of meeting you… to think that you’re really here…”

You don’t notice the internal conflict Xiao is having, only feeling your anxiety rising. If Xiao is already aware of you, who knows who else has been informed of your “descension”.

“Listen, Xiao…” he shivers, hearing you call out his name. You’re heading to the exit, determined to find a hidden spot where you can try again to teleport.

“You may have confused me for someone else. I would love to stay and chat but I have some really serious business I need to attend to-“

“Your grace…”

The deep voice that cuts you off fills you with panic as you slowly turn your head and come face to face with the Geo Archon and the sole reason from your departure from Liyue. His tall stature blocks the only exit, hands twitching as his eyes rake all over you.

Zhongli’s long legs make wide strides over to you. He seems to have lost all reason now that he’s finally found you. That face… so filled with joy that it’s almost insane… it makes you shudder.

With deep fear and desperation, you squeeze your eyes shut.

The Crux, The Crux, The Crux…

Finally, you feel that familiar energy surge through you and you know you’ve succeeded. Zhongli and Xiao watch you disappear before their eyes, the Geo Archon’s hand stretched out to touch you before you vanish completely.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of a tea cup clashing against a table. When you open them again, you’re met with two sets of eyes that stare at you in shock.

In front of you, Kazuha and Beidou sit at a round table, the steam from a freshly made teapot slowly rising in the air as the room is filled with silence.

At least you made it to the Crux.

“Well, hello stranger. That’s quite the entrance you’ve made,” Beidou drawls. Her cheek rests upon her hands as she stares at you with interest.

You’re thinking of excuses to make when Kazuha decides to speak after staring at you for a while.

“You’re bleeding,” he says. Panicked, you look at your clothes for any indication of blood but you’re unable to see anything from the dark color of your clothes.

“N-No, I’m not…” you lie, trying to play it off.

“You are… and it must be a lot since I’m able to smell it all the way from here.”

Of course, you know he’s right. The pain is still there since it hasn’t been that long since you were shot and you’re not exactly an expert at patching wounds.

“Why don’t I help you,” Beidou says. “In exchange for the secret on that little entrance you made.” The leader of the Crux steps closer to you causing you to take a step back.

“No, that’s fine! I’m just passing by. My grandpa is on the lower deck and he’s recovering from a heart attack so I really need to-“

With speed faster than you could even comprehend, Kazuha’s hand grips your wrist tightly, preventing you from leaving.

“You’re too suspicious to let go… state your purpose or we’ll have no choice but to treat you as an enemy.”

Beidou sighs, walking over and patting his shoulder as if telling him relax.

“Give them a break, Kazuha. Can’t you see they’re injured? At least patch them up before you start your interrogations.”

You have half the mind to teleport but their movements are so fast, you’re unable fight back. Within the blink of an eye, your hands are bound and you’re seated on a stool as Beidou lifts your shirt to inspect the wound on your back.

Her eyes widen, seeing the messy cloth stained with golden blood. Her hands pull back so fast it’s as if she was burned. Her ruby red eyes snap to look up at the back of your head.

“The creator…”

Kazuha studies you, his face blank but you can see the surprise in his eyes. Both of them take a step back, as they stare at you in silence.

Unexpectedly, it’s the calmest reaction you’ve witnessed so far.

“What brings the creator aboard my humble ship?” Beidou asks, forcing her voice to stay steady as if a big shot… no… the big shot of Teyvat isn’t bound to a chair on her ship.

You sigh. This is the exact reason you wanted to avoid being discovered.

“I wasn’t lying when I said my grandpa is on the lower deck.”

“The grandpa of the creator…”

“Well, adoptive grandpa… but you know, same thing.”

“You’re heading to Inazuma? What for?”

“…vacation.”

Beidou’s hands move back to you this time, asking permission before touching you. You nod your head allowing her to untie you. She then carefully lifts your shirt and removes the wraps to assess the extent of damage. As you twist your head to look at it, you realize it looks a lot less worse than before.

“Who was stupid enough to attack the creator…” Beidou asks but Kazuha nudges her.

“We tied them up… and threatened them,” he says quietly. As if realizing the severity of their actions, Beidou flinches.

“We greatly apologize, your grace. I hope you can understand us. We were just taking precautions to ensure the members of the ship are safe.”

You nod your head, not thinking anything of it. Beidou helps you patch it up and you wince, feeling the stinging pain.

“I will accept your apology… as long as neither of you speak a word of me being here. Don’t tell anyone what you saw or heard. Act as if you’ve never met me.”

You can sense their confusion. They want to ask you why but they stay silent, only nodding at your request. After Beidou patches you up, you immediately leave to the lower deck of the Crux.

The two of them bow their heads down respectfully, waiting until you are completely out of earshot before speaking.

“You’re gonna keep the creator’s secret, right Beidou?”

“…we’ll see how much mora someone offers me for it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

The pupils of Zhongli’s eyes shake as he stares at the spot you had just disappeared from.

When Zhongli had arrived at Wangshu Inn, he immediately recognized the scent he found back at the house he discovered. Like a hound, he followed the scent to the top of the inn and when he saw you… his whole world froze.

Unlike when he first met you back at the stall, he knows exactly who you are. This time, he was able to truly take you in.

Staring at the full glory of the creator, illuminated by the warm glow of candles, Zhongli thought that you were more than he could have ever imagined. For the first time in his thousands of years of life, he was completely awestruck.

He forced himself to steady his voice, quietly clearing his throat before speaking. But just as he called out to you, just before he was able to feel you, you vanished.

Zhongli feels as if the coldest of waters was suddenly poured all over him. His breath hitches and the emptiness of his hand physically pains him.

You disappeared. No… you ran away. From him.

It wasn’t obvious before, but Zhongli is sure of it now. You are running away from him.

Your stall that had been opened for months closed just after you had met him, and now. The moment you heard his voice and the second he almost touched you, you left.

The former Geo Archon feels his heart clench up. He slowly turns to Xiao. The intensity of Zhongli’s stare sends a shiver down the Yaksha’s spine.

“You… why was the creator here? When did they arrive? How come you didn’t tell anyone?”

“I-I’m not sure… From what I can remember, I was just thinking of them and suddenly, they appeared. They were only here for less than five minutes.”

The creator appeared for Xiao when he thought of them… but disappeared when Zhongli came.

The ground rumbles beneath them and the walls of the inn begins to shake. The two can hear the guests of the inn start to panic.

“Earthquake!” someone shouts.

Zhongli takes a deep breath and suddenly the rumbling stops. Still, the words keep circling in Zhongli’s head.

The creator appeared for Xiao.

Why? he thinks. There’s not a single second since he’s been aware of your descension where Zhongli is not thinking of you. For longer than Xiao had even been alive, Zhongli prided himself on being the most loyal acolyte of yours. With how much of his being that Zhongli devotes solely to you… why would you appear for Xiao and not him?

Are you unsatisfied with him? Was there something he did?

Just tell him, he thinks. Instead of running away and leaving him in the agony of uncertainty, just tell him what he did.

Does he need to prove himself to you?

Zhongli is more than willing to prove himself. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to repent and prove himself worthy if the reward is your presence. He’s spent thousands of years devoting himself to you and he’ll worship you til the day he dies.

So now that you’ve finally descended, he doesn’t care if he has to chase you around all of Teyvat. Whether it’s stealing his gnosis back from the Tsaritsa and becoming Morax once more or defeating all the archons of the other nations to prove himself worthy, nothing will deter Zhongli from gaining your acceptance.

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[rouecentric]

Celestial court room of who will win the custody over name :

Venti : your honor-

Zhongli : objection, lack of sober (pointing out that Venti is an alcoholic)

Venti : objection, lack of mora (pointing out that zhongli is broke as fuck even tho he’s the god of mora)

Raiden : objection, not an archon (pointing out that both of them are in human disguise)

Both Venti and Zhongli : objection, lack of vision users

*argument have started*

Meanwhile :

*Name and Nahida casually playing*

(The same anon who make venti clarifying that name is his child)

LMAO SOBBING RN, ANON YOU'RE AMAZING

now imagine if other character's that aren't even archons joined in!!

ningguang: objection, lack of citizens who trust you. (pointing out that the vision hunt decree literally happened)

ayato: objection, [name] would feel isolated if they stayed in custody over the both of you. (pointing out ningguang's and raiden ei's titles as literal rulers of their respective nations)

hell, maybe even some of the harbingers join in!

[quimichi]

Hello there.

I wonder, how would Archons comfort Creator!Reader, when Creator!Reader has nightmares? Like, when Archons sitting or doing something, they noticed that Creator!Reader is crying and whispering their names in their sleep?

Anyway, have a good day/night.

↳ ❝ [YOU'RE HAVING A NIGHTMARE] ¡! ❞

>>> and the Archon's take care of you ♡

Archon's x Creator!Reader

Venti

"Shh." Venti lays beside you. "Shhh... it's alright, it's alright." He pulls you close, so that you can lean against his body. With his hand in yours, he traces his fingers across your face gently, calming your breathing. "It's alright, you're safe, your Grace. You're home. It's okay." "Venti...." that's all you mumble in your deep sleep.

His breathing grows heavier as his heart begins to beat faster. He strokes your hair, his breath close to your ear.

"Shh, it's alright, it's alright," he repeats, trying to console you. "Don't worry, my Grace. I'm here." A small sigh escapes him as he lays his head down on your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat, gently hugging you while he tries to get ahold of his own breathing.

"Shh," he whispers softly, repeating the same gesture he just did, "don't worry, my Grace. Everything's going to be okay." Despite the anxiety that seems to be wracking his body, Venti seems dedicated on doing everything he can for you, even if it means he'd get no sleep on your behalf.

His eyes are closed and his fingers entangle with yours, his breath still shaky and uneven.

Although you didn't wake up, his presence alone helped more than anything....

Zhongli

Zhongli's face becomes increasingly more worried looking. He can see your fingers curl into your palms. Your lips press together tightly and your teeth bare down as if grinding against each other.

He reaches forward to take your shoulder, but he's forced to step back as your eyes open with a jolt, your whole body tensed. They are wide, the pupils dilated by the stress that's coursing through you.

The muscles along your jaw become as tight as if pulled taunt, your body trembling but still. Your entire body has stiffened and your breathing has become quick and shallow.

"Zhongli...." Your voice is soft and breathless, yet you seem to carry some small bit of fear in your words. You call out Zhongli's name, and his eyes snap up to look at you once again. He blinks, staring at you like he doesn't quite recognize you for a moment. Yet, a light seems to come on in his eyes once again, his expression growing from worry to concern.

"My grace...," he breathes, and it is evident in his tone how worried you make him, "I'm here to protect you you" You fall forwards, finding yourself caught in Zhongli's arms. You feel him catch your weight, holding you against his chest comfortably. His breath catches in his throat and he seems to freeze in place, not sure how to react to your action.

He seems unable to voice his thoughts, his worry, and instead simply squeezes you tightly against him.

"I'm always going to be there for you..."

Raiden

She stays awake, watching you as you sleep. She is silent in the darkness, laying fully awak beside you. If you were having a nightmare, she would do whatever it took to keep you safe. She would protect you. And if the nightmare would get to bad she would wake you.

Her eyes burn, and her muscles ache. She wishes he could hold your hand and press her lips against your forehead in gentle comfort ans support. "R...Raiden..." is all you can manage out in your sleeping state "Yes?" Her voice is soft, so quiet that you might hear it only as a whisper in the back of your mind.

Raiden leans closer, her movements gentle. She is still and quiet, but he cannot help the way that he is looking at you. Her eyes are soft and gentle, and there is a concern in her gaze.

Is there something bothering you? Do you call out for her protection? She wants to know how you are feeling, how she can help. Please...she wants to help.

She's relieved you're still fast asleep, although not in a good state. If youd wake up and look at her, you'd only see a worried Raiden ready to strike anything for you. She doesn't wants to upset you in a way, that's why she only pulls you closer to her chest, holding you in her much powerful arms...

Nahida

Nahida is instantly alert, having heard the sound of your troubled breathing the moment it changes. She kneels by your side, watching you closely and studying your face— your expression seems calm and tranquil, but she can tell that you're in great distress. Without hesitation, she strokes your cheek, her fingers gentle and soothing, as her voice lowers to a whisper.

"It's alright, my flower," she says, "you're dreaming. Whatever it is that ails you, I'm here. You're safe now. Friends protect each other" 

"Nahida..." you call out for her in your sleep, you can feel her presence. Nahida strokes your hair gently, her soft words meant to soothe you and calm your troubled mind. "I'm here, I'm here," she whispers to you again, knowing instinctively that you're calling for her even in your sleep.

"Shh, it's alright. It's just a dream. I'm here now." Nahida wraps a protective, reassuring arm around you, her own body heat radiating in your direction. Her other hand is firmly wrapped around yours— he's not going anywhere.

"You're safe now," the Dendro Archon whispers, her voice soothing, "just relax and let it go." She leans in and presses his forehead against yours, her eyes closed.

"I'm always here for you, my bestest friend"

Furina

Your mind races, your body trembling as your thoughts are overwhelmed. It is hard to make sense of anything. You want to scream or run or just curl up and be done with this feeling. Your eyes burn, your throat aches like you've been choked, and you can't seem to pull your breathing back to normal.

You want to wake up, and you try— oh how you try— but you remain trapped here in this dark place. And then— and only then— you finally realize that it is a dream. You wake up.

"Furina-!" She leaps up as soon as he hears you say his name.

"I— what happened?" he asks, her eyes taking in and adjusting to your presence once more.

"My love, is there something wrong?" She still seems slightly unsteady, and it's clear that he's just woken up, but her worry takes over, clearly.

"You're not hurt are you?" You shake your head in response to her question, no, but you're not well either. "My love..." she calls you, taking you rapidly in her arms holding you so close you might drown into her protection...

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[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Furina, who while devoted to the creator, knows that they are not all powerful nor all knowing- after all, they still referred to her as Focalors, they still treat her as an archon and one of their acolytes.

Furina, who regularly questioned her faith and her loyalties- after all, she was attempting to fool the Heavenly Principles, the loyal attack dog of the creator, but at the same time, why didn’t the creator try and stop the prophecy? If the creator had the power, and truly loved all their humans and archons, why let Fontaine drown?

Furina, who when an impostor appeared, received the same order as every other archon- hunt down the imposter, the heretic who defied their revered creator, and destroy them and their treasonous behaviour.

Furina, who during the search, wondered if she would be hunted down with the same vigor if others would learn of her duplicity.

Furina, who found you in a grotto only able to be accessed underwater, who saw the way the creatures of the sea attempting to help you patch up the wound in your side, spilling golden blood, and realized her faith was misplaced with far more ease than any other archon could have mustered.

Furina, who helped her creator heal in that grotto, apologies soft and regretful on her lips. She should have realized sooner; After all, she knows how easy it is to impersonate a god.

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

[sena-shi]

SAGAU but with a lazy and always sleepy imposter!creator!reader

reader who is always sleepy and doesn't want to move a muscle. it's like even moving a part of their body is similar to working out in the gym for an hour.

not narcolepsy, reader just doesn't really care and is very lazy to even give two flying fucks to the world

reader doesn't give a shit even if a war breaks out, sleep is life, sleep is important

your genshin characters are always aware that you somehow manage to fall asleep in the middle of the game. well of course, they find it cute

you would play for an hour, then they would hear you yawn, and your soft quiet snores comes next

they love the sounds you create when you sleep, and it also warms their heart to think that you're having a good sleep

it went to the point where aside from building you a statue, they also crafted the most comfortable bed they could ever make. it is created solely for you

so when your imposter descended to your world, they were very happy. they couldn't wait to show you what they have crafted, they also couldn't wait to see how you sleep

it goes without saying that they were slightly disappointed that your imposter didn't really... use the bed they made

like do they even sleep? but their creator loves sleeping right? so why aren't you sleeping?

so when you were first dropped into your own world right infront of your imposter who was seated on a throne, you weren't really shocked. you just hugged your pillow tighter that just mysteriously came with you into this world

even though the archons that you are very familiar with surrounded you, you didn't really give any care

you yawned and made eye contact with each one of the archons, you blinked your sleepy eyes at them to which they reciprocated with a hostile glare

well whatever. though, the ground you are sitting on is very cold! perfect temperature! you suddenly felt sleepy and before Ei can grab you, you laid down on the ground and sleep

after all, sleep is more important, you will just deal with the problems later!

Ei was shocked, very shocked! did you just ignore their presence and continue your sleep!?

oh, but wait, sleep?

oh my archons!

she almost killed their divine creator!

somehow, they already have a feeling that the one sleeping peacefully on the ground is their true divine creator

so who tf is sitting on the throne?

"seize them!" ei commanded to her troops. they all marched inside the palace very loudly, which earned the soldiers a glare from every living archon inside the room

"our divine creator is sleeping, do it quietly!"

"...?" all the soldiers were confused. but their divine creator is clearly awake and is sitting on their throne?

then their gazes all moved to the sleeping person on the ground as if waking them up is considered blasphemy, as if waking them up is the highest sin they can commit and worthy of being beheaded

and so they all quietly yeeted the imposter and quietly watched the archons move their true divine creator to the bed they painstakingly crafted

as soon as your body touched the soft and comfortable material, you let out a satisfied sigh and the whole teyvat rejoiced. they have finally found their true divine creator!

they all listened to your quiet snores and when you woke up hours later, every citizens of teyvat including the abyss celebrated the descension of their true creator.

well, you were too lazy to attend your own banquet so they removed the throne and replaced it with your bed just so you could attend.

a happy creator leads to a happy life!

[obssessivethorn]

Headcanon: Nahida does grabby-hands and silently asks for uppies during meetings or just when talking with the other important people of the akademiya.

All I can imagine is Al-Haitham or Cyno during a very important meeting pausing their sentence to pick up the dendro archon - the god of wisdom herself- and holding her on their hip before continuing their point

Edit: continuation