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dolliehina · 11 months
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Just imagine it, You're their god, creator, hope, their reason, the control you have over them is unfathomable. They look at you with such love loyalty and desire, willing to do anything for you to have you acknowledge their existence. Despite their delusional loyalty and desire towards you, you are anything but merciful. Why? Because you're so goddamn spoiled.
You know you can make them do anything you want, if you don't like what they give you? You through a fat fucking fit, tell them how much they disappointed you. Nonononono you can't be mad at them, they'll do anything to have you forgive them. Harm themselves, kill someone, build you a whole sanctuary, They'll do anything just pleasepleaseplease forgive them. You're awfully amused by their loyalty and blind love for you. You have them all wrapped around your delicate violent finger.
The worst thing in the world of teyvat is when you're angry. It could be over the tiniest thing, like you lost your favorite earrings or necklace. Or maybe somebody was dumb enough to make you upset by giving you an awfully ugly offering, you don't care how rare or expensive it was, how dare they give you something so horrid, the lowly creature.
Point is you're just so awful when you're going through a fit, you whine, you cry and stomp your feet. Anything to get you what you want and the attention you so desperately need. Whenever you do go through one of your tantrums you are just a nightmare. A scream that could crack the walls and sky, crocodile tears that could flood all of Teyvat and stomps that could break all the mountains (whoever made your spoiled ass upset not that its hard is going to pay dearly I assure you. They may even be dead by the time you start acting like a spoiled little baby.)
Oh how they hate to see their beautiful spoiled god in such dismay and distress. Some of them come to comfort you, bringing you everything you need and want to at least get you to stop screaming and pouting.
-Kaveh, Diluc, Zhongli, Pantalone, Baizuh, Ninguuang, Kazuha, Venti, Al haitham.
Another group will find whoever made their god upset and destroy everything they ever loved bringing you their misery and despair as a gift to cheer you up <3.
-Dottore, Childe, Sandrone, Kaeya, Cyno, Scaramouche, Xiao, Venti.
When you're distressed so are they, they will cry with you and Sob over your despair until you're happy again almost like it never happened and then go back to being your loyal pet servant.
-Barbara, Nilou, Ayaka, Thoma, Kaveh, Raiden, Columbina, Nahida, La signora.
But no matter how much you throw a tantrum or almost destroy their world, you will always be their spoiled bratty beautiful creator.
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yandere-3-sagau · 1 year
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Yandere!SAGAU x Descended God!Reader Drabble
Part 2 | Part 3
word count: 544
warnings(s): genshin cult au, yandere
discontinued until further notice
Since the passing of their loved one, creator has given up on involving mortals and they grew tired of running as well.
With more power and now more knowledge of their divinity, creator no longer lets the archons control them.
Their authority becomes unshakable and the first course of action is banning the acolytes from seeing them.
Creator locks themself in one of their temples, forbidding access to anyone. They live in isolation while the archons try their best to beg them to come out.
Some even think of disobeying creator’s word just to catch a glimpse of them.
The acolytes erect statues and create memorials of creator’s lover and lover’s father to try and earn their forgiveness. Plays and operas are written about the kindness of creator’s lover even though the acolytes want nothing more than to spit on their grave.
The acolytes leave offerings outside the temple everyday only for them to rot on the floor of the locked doors.
What they don’t know is that while the acolytes are outside begging for creator’s forgiveness, creator is in their temple searching for a way to break the remaining seals themself.
While creator is amidst their search of looking for a way to break the seals and return home, researcher acolytes are searching for ways to make them permanent.
Creator is unsure of how much patience the acolytes have before they decide to storm their temple while the acolytes are unsure how long it will be before another one of creator’s seals break.
It unknowingly becomes a race in research but with both teams having opposite agendas.
Unfortunately for creator, there is strength in numbers.
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SAGAU-related brainrot knocking around my skull lately: Lady Maria!Creator.
Noble, graceful, remorseful, powerful, melancholy, otherworldly Lady Maria. The Creator isn’t a pure and untouched soul, she’s a scarred and battle-hardened warrior, ridden with guilt. Trauma has made her cold, yet paradoxically gentle.
Teyvat makes lumenflowers blossom everywhere to herald Maria!Creator’s arrival. Big ones, small ones, towering ones, blooming after sundown alongside the glaze lilies. Even in extreme temperatures, the cold, pale flowers make themselves at home. Slotting peacefully into the local ecosystems without becoming invasive. 
The Pari and the Aranara wake up to find lumenwood groves just outside their respective homes. The Melusines become enamored with these new ‘moon blossoms’ sprouting throughout their village, even the parts that are completely underwater. Amurta students and Fontaine researchers scramble over each other to study this new species. Nilou makes M!C a lumenflower crown, and it replaces her hunter’s cap for the day. Nilou gets the first ever hug from the Creator. Suck it, Azar.
Albedo and Sucrose experiment on these new plants immediately. Xiangling is already using it in some strange new recipe, something Chongyun will actually eat for once. Tighnari, Ganyu, and Shenhe take curious bites out of a lumenflower cutting. The taste isn’t unpleasant, just incomparable to anything else in Teyvat.
Inazuma characters, especially Kazuha, are absolutely fascinated by the Rakuyo (and maybe a little jealous). So graceful is M!C with her strange weapon, so easily she wields it on the battlefield. Every blacksmith in Teyvat hears the words ‘trick weapon’ and takes it as a challenge. Many come close, but none can truly replicate the genuine articles. May they never have a true need for beast-slaying weapons.
Imposter AU? With one of Bloodborne’s toughest bosses? Laughable. RIP anyone stupid enough to try. And if there’s a fake Creator pulling the strings? Not after a quick visceral attack, there isn’t. M!C pulls a blood blade to cut down the imposter’s guards (she notices the stars in her blood that weren’t there before) and the imposter receives the most satisfying visceral ever. 
Up to this point M!C put no stock in the ‘god’ thing. All she sees is mad cult, led by a petty and jealous brat on a power trip. But then she sees the stars in her blood, hears the voice of Teyvat itself, puts two and two together and just… laughs hysterically, because this whole situation is patently ridiculous. Byrgenwerth and the Healing Church failed in their quests for ascension, their heinous crimes being all for naught. Now here she is, thrown headfirst into unwanted ‘godhood’ and getting hunted by her supposed worshipers. Oh, how the tables have turned. 
Once people see the cosmos reflected in M!C’s blood, they fall over each other trying to apologize. Since she’s reached negative patience for everyone’s bullshit, she ignores them and fucks off to the Nightmare. After coming into Teyvat, M!C gained the power to enter and exit the Nightmare at will. The Nightmare doesn’t bend to her will, but it doesn’t treat her as an intruder. The Silverbeasts and Winter Lanterns don’t bat an eye at her presence. She’s a true denizen of both the waking world and the world of dreams, now. 
That night, every soul in Teyvat has the same nightmare - the Celestial gods attempting to forcibly summon the Creator, only to have themselves snatched from Celestia and dragged into a hostile, eldritch world of unfamiliar mish-mashed environments. At every turn, it is full of nightmarish creatures out for their blood. One by one, all but a select portion of Celestials become beast food, with M!C protecting the final ones herself.
Celestia, responsible for planting the fake Creator, falls from the sky the next day, its grand architecture reduced to mere rubble that rains from the heavens. Found amongst these ruins are the mangled, blood-drained and half-eaten bodies of Celestial gods. Spears made of blood impale many of the bodies, spears that seem to have sprouted from inside the flesh. Those that still have intact faces bear identical looks of horror. They find The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles in literal pieces - crushed and torn apart by hands that must have been the size of a grown man.
New stars and constellations appear in the night sky, as the illusion created by Celestia slowly fades. The curse placed on the people of Khaenriah gradually dissipates as well - the hillichurl tribes withdraw from the world, content to leave it alone. Every day, the curse lifts a little more from the people of Khaenriah; one day, Dainslief, Pierro and all the rest will finally be able to die. 
In Celestia’s place rises a second moon - a snow-white harvest moon, always full, large and visible even when clouds blanket the sky.
The Archons try to follow M!C into the Nightmare, but like Celestia, they get their shit wrecked by the denizens of the Frontier. The Archons don’t die for real, they’re just permanently cut off from the Nightmare. It takes Nahida, with dream powers of her own + Traveler and Wanderer in tow, to reach M!C and convince her to give the people of Teyvat a second chance. Nahida succeeds because she has the sense to treat M!C as a person, not some untouchable idol.
Sumeru is warm and welcoming, nothing like Yharnam or Cainhurst. M!C has fond memories from her time as a Byrgenwerth scholar, and the Akademiya feels like home. Sumeru becomes M!C’s preferred nation by default, to the pride of the locals and the despair of everyone else.
M!C has trouble wrapping her head around how mundane Teyvat’s supposed ‘gods’ are. Elemental powers or not, these Archons are too human to be divine; the only divinity M!C knows is eldritch, alien, far beyond mortal comprehension. The Traveler is fractionally closer to true godhood than any Archon. But then, just as the Great Ones were beyond human comprehension, so too are humans beyond the understanding of the Great Ones - perhaps it’s better for humans to have human gods.
Speaking of gods, M!C and Nahida bond over their dream-related powers. If this is before the climax of the Sumeru quest line, the Akademiya gets real quiet, especially when M!C publicly points out how asinine their logic is (she was closely associated with Byrgenwerth and Laurence, she knows their kind all too well). For all of his failures, all the disastrous consequences, Vicar Laurence at least had genuinely good intentions; these fools only care about themselves and preserving their own power. Scaramouche, Azar, the traitorous Sages - selfish, ignorant children all, meddling with forces they only pretend to understand. Crushing them herself is merciful compared to the other outcomes.
Through tactical manipulation of dream worlds, M!C busts Nahida out of baby jail long before Traveler and co. have to, and the Akademiya goes into panic mode because the Creator herself is coming for them. Traveler and co.’s plans turn instead to finding the hidden laboratory under Sumeru City - the combined power of dreams horrifically distorts the battlefield around the Shouki no Kami, even after his defeat. M!C doesn’t kill Azar after the fact, but she doesn’t let him go into exile empty-handed... because she cuts off his hands. Cyno is too unsettled to laugh.
Scaramouche resents her for her part in ruining his apotheosis (and because the Creator didn’t do shit for him in his tragically long life) but as the Wanderer, he and M!C bond over a shared disgust for the Second Fatui Harbinger.
And speaking of the Fatui... Well, they try to recruit her to the cause, and she has this to say:
“I’ll not serve your organization while any part of Dottore yet lives. For too many years, I stood by and did nothing while so-called ‘doctors’ brutalized the innocent and vulnerable for their supposed research, their dreams of godhood and divine revelation. Never again. If your leaders possess a shred of self-preservation between themselves, then perish the thought this instant.”
Fatui agent(s): ...
They don’t give up, of course. The less friendly ‘recruiters’ get sent back to Snezhnaya in pieces. The only Fatuus M!C tolerates is Tartaglia, because aside from being the Traveler’s friend, he’s a decent punching bag/sparring partner. She finds his Foul Legacy transformation cute, like a kitten baring its teeth at a lion.
Related idea: M!C meets Dottore’s remaining segment, and after everything she’s heard (let’s say from Collei and Wanderer, maybe Nahida too) she barely lets him get two words in before cutting his head clean off. Will this affect Dottore in the long run? Probably not. Does it make her feel better? Yes, actually. Collei certainly isn’t upset by the news. Wanderer is, only because he feels M!C was too merciful. She lets him dismember the segment so they can stuff it in a box and send it back to the Doctor as a warning.
If a scourge of beasts were to descend on Teyvat, probably because of Dottore M!C would lead the defense. This is not a war that mortals alone can fight, she insists. By her orders, every available god (herself included), adeptus, dragon, and most of the older allogenes are on the front lines, staving off the worst of the horde. Pyro users are in high demand, for the beasts fear them the most. In lieu of blood ministration, the various healers of Teyvat are working ‘round-the-clock. An entirely new crop of Vision-wielding healers spring up, because Teyvat’s top god herself unconsciously wills them into existence. Because M!C would never make use of the Old Blood, not after seeing and experiencing its effects firsthand. The burden of being a capital-H Hunter, the sweet, intoxicating call of blood - M!C remembers Byrgenwerth’s sacred adage, and she has learned from the mistakes of Vicar Laurence. Yharnam was merely the latest in a cycle of destruction, all because of the Old Blood. She will not doom Teyvat to suffer the same fate.
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lelakae · 11 months
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Forgiveness.
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- I got so inspired by @simping-on-the-daily post, and decided to write this on one go. Didn't intend this to go into this direction, but eh.
- The post said "'Gahhhhh I hate you Zhongli I hate you Kaeya all of you are dumb I'm obv the real creator I'm gonna be really fucking rude-' I can hug them. I can give a pat on the head and some heated milk. 'They tried to kill me-' Call me when I care Susan". I think that's kinda important to know the context.
- TW: Mentioned death, NB!reader, reader uses they/them, kinda angst, impostor au
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Their Creator is… weird.
Not in a sense of personality, (although it also isn’t really what you would consider as “normal”) or looks (which were divine eternal) but how they react to certain… things.
Like their death sunsetias. One wouldn’t think of it as something amazing. Sure, it’s a tasty fruit, but there is nothing more to it than that.
Their Grace was obsessed with them.
When they first laid their eyes on them, it was like a switch was flipped. They plucked it out of the tree and bited into it, ignoring the peel. Their face was hilarious at that moment. After teaching them how to properly eat it, they could be seen eating it all of the time.
When asked about their “infatuation” they said that if the Anemo Archon can be obsessed with apples, they can be obsessed with sunsetias. They could hear a certain bard choke on air, but they ignored it. The next day the altars were full of them.
The next thing weird about the creator is how human they act. A human wouldn’t survive that
They act like humans, speak like humans and look like humans. Many thought that The Creator would descend in a powerful form, a dragon for example. But Their Grace decided to descend in a form of a human. It was the reason they were hunted down, why would the All Powerful choose to pose as such weak beings? Someone must hve been trying to impersonate them. They were wrong, oh so wrong.
The final weird thing about The All Creator is how giving they are they shouldn’t be. The kind touches they’re not worthy of, spending time with them why would they, their careless smiles they don’t deserve it and the love in their eyes whenever they look at someone they don’t understand.
After their mistake, after the realization, after having to spend the rest of their lives with the knowledge of what they had done, Their Grace had forgiven them. Said that it doesn’t matter anymore, said that they can’t be mad at them when they are all right after all, how could a creation ever hurt it's creator?
Their Grace is weird. And even if they forgive everyone for what they had been done to them, the guilt will stay. It will creep into the deepest parts of their minds and slowly break them from inside. They won’t show it, how could they after your benevolence, but it will always be there.
And if the ugliests parts of their minds will hold onto the forgiveness for an unforgivable act, they’ll never show it.
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Thanks for reading! Again thanks to @simping-on-the-daily for the idea!
And if there are some problems with the work, please tell me so I can fix it.
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demigoddessqueens · 8 months
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If its ok with you how would Apollo being married to a god/goddess who is from another mythology? (And would Zeus approve of the marriage?)
Of course!!
A/n - I’m gonna go with the Egyptian pantheon because it’s my first favorite before Greek, Roman, etc
A/n 2 - request aside, I’m curious to see what you think Arno’s bday headcanons would be 👀
Honestly, I see Zeus as being the most doubtful and unsure of such a marriage
Your power and domains rival his own, which is either intriguing and threatening
Apollo on the other hand loves and adores you!
Anything you have gifted to him is held in sacred regard
He eagerly wants to learn about your home, your life, rituals, everything that he’s adored about you
There are some praises from your pantheon back home but a few doubts as well
His brothers don’t want him to get hurt so naturally they’re protective of Apollo, but they come around to accepting you wholeheartedly
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bubbles-lounge · 11 months
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Hii again bro! First of all I really like your scenarios! Second is you can make that reader is a god and genshin men's (reader and them can be in any relationship) found out reader is a God! (I hope you like This scenario and I'm not wery good at English so İf there any mistakes I apologies!)
I love this
give your brain/j
A/N: YESSS AN ASK FINALLY! Ohh this is interesting! Ima do this as non-yandere but if you want some as yandere to ask! if there are any genshin characters that you were hoping for that I didn't do then please tell me and I'll do another part with them! This goes for anyone who reads this btw!
!Y/P=Your Power! !This will be romantic, unless its a minor mentioned!
Childe
He would figure it out by trying to fight someone after being badly injured(like after fighting the traveller for their weekly fight) and you came and saved him using Y/P. He would be so shocked, he's dating a god?! lets be honest he is going to ask to fight you. he is no spending the next hour or 2 asking about what you can do, "Can you use any other powers?" "Yes, Ajax I can." "Can we fight so I can see them?" "No Your not in the right condition currently." "pleaseeeeee" "No Ajax". that's how a lot of your convocations are going while you are helping him heal.
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Zhongli
He was a god, the oldest one as well. I think he would figure it out himself eventually. He would be relatively shocked at the fact when you admit it. He wouldn't make a big deal out of it like Childe would, but he would be interested about when you became a god and how. He would be quite happy he has found someone how can relate to some of the stories he says and/or someone who can understand the reason he retired better. Zhongli would tell you about him being morax (if he hasn't already) if you haven't figured it out by now that is.
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Albedo
He is figuring it out through an experiment, I understand your his S/O but I believe he would do ones on you (they wont be dangerous ofc unless it were yandere then it might be abit) or if an experiment went wrong and you used Y/P to keep him safe. either way he's going to spend a while on questioning and examining you. He would be quite interested in how you became like this, where you born this way or did you ascend to godhood(Scaramouche moment). He wouldn't really fight you like Childe would but he would find ways for you to test Y/P.
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il Dottore
Now this will be interesting. He is intelligent so he would figure this out himself, you better start praying(or running) when he has it pieced together. He wont leave you alone until he curiosity is filled. Now unlike Albedo his experiments will be dangerous but not enough to kill you. I know I said it would be non-yandere but honestly I think he would be similar to one if he isn't one naturally like his love is going to be obsessive either way, he is testing out your power to your limits, he will use manipulation to get you to do what he wants but he is were it gets even more interesting. what if your smart enough (whether that be through age or not) to the point Dottores manipulation doesn't work, he will find a way to keep you contained and force you to use your powers, then he will try and keep you from getting mad at him by holding you close and cooing at you. If that doesn't work like I said before, yandere or not his love is obsessive so he isn't going to let you leave too easily...
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I hope this was good!
Have a good day/night<3
Remember to eat and drink lots<3
Remember you are stunning, wonderful and beautiful<3
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Enjoy<3
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revonie · 2 years
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SAGAU TIME (Flirty God!Reader Part 1)
God!Reader watched as every acolyte bowed before them. They have no idea why they're here in Teyvat and how they got here. Despite their inner turmoil, God!Reader face remained expressionless.
“Why am I here?” They asked in an intimidating tone. The bowing acolytes were taken aback by their tone, but tried to keep their composure.
“We've summoned you, Your Holiness.” Zhongli replied.
“What did you just call me? What do you mean you've summoned me?” Their eyes stared at him rather frighteningly. Ei decided to speak up.
“W-We've performed a ritual that can summon you here in Teyvat-” She was cut off by God!Reader.
“Why in the world would you summon me?” Rainbow-colored orbs gazed intently at her purple orbs.
“It's because we want you back, Creator! All of your loyal acolytes bowing before you wants you back in Teyvat!” Venti blurted out, earning him a hard stare from them. Every acolyte present suddenly felt a chilling aura from the Creator.
‘Creator? So I am right, sagau is real.’
The acolytes waited for their response. They were scared because they thought they'd angered their beloved Creator.
“I've decided-” All eyes were now on God!Reader.
“From here on out, everyone of you are no longer my acolytes. I do not want you as my followers.” They declared it firmly. Each acolytes eyes widened; they rejected them? They don't want them? Why? Before anyone of them could say something, God!Reader beat them to it.
“Besides,” God!Reader for the first time, smirked at them. “Why would you want to be my followers when you could be my wives and husbands instead~?” They asked in a flirtatious manner, one eyebrow raised.
“EHH!?!” Everyone's now a blushing mess because of their lovely God's declaration. Some of them are on the ground, passed out due to embarrassment; some are squealing in delight, and some are covering their faces to hide the redness. God!Reader being the menace, they decided to mess with them some more.
“Oh my, I haven't done anything, yet all of you are now as red as a tomato.”
“You want me to stop teasing you? Why don't you beg for it?”
“Ahh~, how I love it when you squirm before me.”
“Your lips looks dry. Here, let me wet it for you.”
“You’re cute, can I keep you?”
“You must be (Acolyte Name)? Wow, you're way more hotter in personal than you are in my dreams.”
“I bet you can't say “O” with your mouth closed — that's it, baby. Try saying it more louder~”
“YOUR GRACE PLEASE-”
Everyone, allow me to introduce Flirty God!Reader. Teyvat's beloved Creator.
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A/N: Yes, God!Reader has rainbow eyes. Each color symbolizes each element. I believe it suits them. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
GIF by @/baltharino
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i-loveyou013 · 1 year
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Teyvat's God
Creator!Reader x Genshin Impact
Summary: The creator descends down to Teyvat once again. Will there be chaos or peace?
-> Sagau AU
-> Wordcount: 0.76k~
-> Cw: Swearing
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A long, long time ago, there was a god. The creator, to be exact. Oldest being to ever exist. Much older than even Celestia.
Said creator did what they did best. Create. And so originated Teyvat and everything within. Not many have had the honor of seeing the creator, since they were very, very tired after using so much power and energy, they fell asleep and left Celestia in their power.
And time went on and on and on. Creations were still intact. Celestia made sure the world knew about you, their creator. Statues were built, as well as temples. Offerings were given to you each day and people prayed to you each passing second.
At first, humans only prayed to you and only you. They saw you as their saviour, their hero. But faith can crumble, and it did.
You were gone for more than 5 thousand years, not even leaving a message every now and then to ensure you are still there, listening to their prayers and their problems.
Now they pray to other gods. Mostly Archons. They were here, they listened and protected their own people, unlike you.
Where were you?
Noone knew, not even Celestia.
But oh dear, when you showed up, chaos was brought upon Teyvat.
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You crunshed your eyebrows. The light was blending you to much for your comfort.
Wait.
Light was blending you! Is that the sun?
You suddenly opened your eyes. Not believing what you saw. You were finally here! After so many years you got your well-deserved rest and created a body to descend down to Teyvat once again.
How you have missed feeling the soft grass under your feet, the wind breezing towards you, the cold water leaving shivers on your body and the sun warming you up.
You sigh, closed your eyes and relaxed. It's been so, so long. Sure noone's gonna miss you for a few additional hours.
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Walking around Teyvat has been so fun! So many new things to explore, new animal species you were sure you didn't create. Such as... cats...? You couldn't remember the name, but it didn't matter to you! Your were finally happy. They made you happy!
And wait until you find civilization!
It was fun, really fun. You were astonished by these structures these so called humans build. Back in the old days they were called mortals. Blinded by the beauty of Mondstadt, as they called it, you didn't seem to notice the person in front of you.
So you walked right into them. Not fully used to your new body, you fell. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the pain... that never came? Could you even experience pain?
You felt soft, cold hands around your wrist. Your eyes slowly opened. Right in front of you was quite the handsome man. Short blue hair covering his black eyepatch. A blue top with white sleeves covering his arms. You can't help but notice a blue glowing ball hanging at his hips. What's that? Before you could even apologize for your clumsyness, he spoke first.
"My, my. What do we have here?" His voice was deep, yet soft. His accent wasn't something you were used to.
Do people still speak the original language? Or do they only know English?
"I'm sorry, sir. I must have been blended by the beauty of this city." You smiled at him. Your voice traced with grace. It wouldn't surprise him if you were hidden royalty.
For a moment he couldn't process what you said. You raidiated grace, importance and power. Not even speaking of your breathtaking beauty. Those eyes, sparkling at every new thing you encountered (which was like everything). Your lips, forming a smile at each passing citizen.
"No worries, I take it you're new to Mondstadt?" He smoothly responded, hiding the fact of his flusterness.
Your eyes lit up. He sweared it was the most beautiful he's ever seen.
"Yes, I certainly am! The architecture is so different compared to the other cities I've visited." Other might say you lied, never seeing other lands such as Liyue. Others might deny it saying you saw cities from 5 thousend years ago and other just don't give a fuck.
"You don't mind me giving you a tour, right? And I'm Kaeya by the way." Kaeya. What a fascinating name. One you've never heard of.
"Kaeya. What a beautiful name. Of course, I don't mind a tour! I'm [Name]. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
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Part 2 (coming soon)
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mehiwilldoitlater · 2 years
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Imagine god!reader with an army of baby slimes following them everywhere,
Kinda like a momma duck and their little ducklings, and god!reader just loves them so much--
They be wandering around the streets of (a.e.) liyue harbor with like 10 slimes hopping behind them 🥺🥺 it looks so silly but they don't want to sadden the slimes 😫😭 so they let them follow behind
OOOHH UUGH I LOVE SLIMES OK???
The situation is quite hilarious. Now, of course, not everyone shares the same thoughts about the "slime situation."
Zhongli is clouded by the love he has for you. In his opinion, this is actually pretty normal! You're the creator, your love extends to every creature in Teyvat, to the most small and insignificant insect, to the most powerful and mighty illuminated beast. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a tender expression on his face, admiring your little pack of slime that follows you everywhere, imagine that those effusions that you share with them can be directed at him (yes, they are, btw).
Ningguang is more annoyed. She's understanding about your care for those creatures, and since they behave quite well, it's not a problem at all. The problem, for her, is that with those slimes, always around you, asking for your attention and all, you were stripped of any kind of authority that you could impose on others. How can you expect her to be calm during an important meeting with Mondstadt ambassadors when a bunch of baby slime bunches around you, provoking a series of laughter from them?! She wants them to feel anxious in your presence! You promised to take action about the situation, but it's easier to say than done.
Of all the people, the one who would go directly to you and talk about the matter is Keqing. She's not afraid to speak her mind and, no, she doesn't care if you're the creator, if it's something that bothers her, she'd rather take it off the table now. That's a thing that you like about her; she's genuine with you and, more than an acolyte, she's close to being a good friend. Of course, she knows that this thing is going to hurt you. You look after those slimes, but they can become dangerous! Someone has to do something! Not to mention that she's feeling quite sorry looking at your sad frown. In the end, both of you will opt for a little garden near your chambers, where the slimes can live and you can take care of them.
Unfortunately, the life of a slime is far from easy. They love you! And you love them!... The problem is that there are dangers everywhere from them, and the first one is a certain chef that can't help but try to capture them to make a new dish. Regardless of how many times you scould her, Xiangling will always be caught with one of your babies in her hands.
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Platonic!Ghost/The Knight x Higher Being!Reader
Requested by: @infectious-flytrap
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Warnings: Not much, just spoilers for Hollow Knight, and the Dream No More ending.
Notes: you didn't quite specify if you had a scenario in mind or not, which is fine- at the time of writing this, I haven't updated my rules to ask that. Regardless, due to the vagueness, I just made some general headcannons
Additionally, I tried to keep the reader's lore and appearance ambiguous as possible, but with such a lore-filled game, it was kinda hard to not add a butt ton of background.
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-> You were here before the Radiance, and before the Wyrm. You were the original higher being in Hallownest, so to speak.
However, unlike them, you wished not for dominion. You didn't want a kingdom, nor subjects. You merely desired to sleep your days away, in the deepest pit of the kingdom; The Abyss.
And so, you did. Neither of the beefing monarchs paid you any mind, too caught up in their own battle for dominance. You slept for many, many years- peacefully.
Until, eventually, you're awoken by a pitter-patter feeling against your shell, accompanied by loud cracks.
You've been aware of the fast spreading plague for some time now, as well as the Pale King's plan to create a hollow vessel, born of void. There was no problem with it. What you didn't expect, however, was for him to also use your territory as a dumping ground.
The sounds of tiny vessels climbing and crawling against your shell made sleeping near impossible. Yet still, you didn't move.
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-> Time passed, and you eventually became accustomed to the thousands upon thousands of baby shades that inhabited the Abyss. Although, you swear, the next time another uninvited guest falls into your den, and onto your back, you swear to whatever god is possibly above you, you're going to-
Plop!
Oh my fucking god.
"Who goes there?!" You yell, finally moving for the first time in decades, and rising to your full height. Low and behold, the one disturbing your slumber is none other than a tiny vessel, stumbling back as they tightly clutch at their nail. You almost laugh at the idea of fighting them.
"Stand down, little spirit. One has no intent on attacking you," You see the knight visibly relax, sheathing their nail and beginning to shuffle through the graveyard of shells, looking for something. You're about to ask what they're searching for, but then you notice the charm on their cloak... Kingsoul.
You recognize that charm. You're aware what they plan to do.
"If the truth of your origin is what you seek, then follow the path down, through the bodies of your fallen kin," you hint, glancing towards the ground. The little ghost is quick to understand, and casts Descending Dark; crashing straight through the floor, and deeper into the abyss.
You lie back down and continue your slumber, silently rooting for their success. You've grown fond of these vessels, born of Wyrm and void, and can only hope they all get their revenge against the Radiance.
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xiaophilia · 1 year
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❝Existence ❞
‣ Note! Ahahaha hi.
✎...Includes: A lot x Gender neutral reader!
❬Information: Nope nothing heavy so far so no need for utc :D ❭
Curious and adventurous. That's what Aether is.
Always on and about, constantly hopping from one place to another accompanied along by his fairy friend and sometimes even with party members he's made friends with along the way.
He's traveled far and beyond in order to find his beloved sister, and along his travels, he's experienced many things and encountered many people and one of those encounters being.. Gods or...atleast creatures that are considered close to being Gods.
They striked a slight fascination within him and he can't help but ask a question, a question he knows he can just ask the God's he's encountered so far but he knew it would be too rude..."What are Gods?"
Are they a benevolent existence which no mortal mind can comprehend? Are they undying—immortal, creatures far more superior to mortals? Or maybe supreme beings that rules and possesses command over the world...? Or are they perhaps entities who controls everything...
It's unclear.
But one thing is for sure. He knows that you must fear them.
There were many Gods in Teyvat, many of which who who had passed and to Aether it was funny after all they weren't so immortal now weren't they?
They fought, killed and destroyed, some doing it for what they deem is right yet it seems that they've created more wrong than right. Fighting like animals just so in order to secure a spot within the divine seats of Celestia, a fight for power, a fight for supremacy, a vicious and terrifying war between the strong where many had lost their lives, Gods, humans, and animals alike. All of the destruction, all for power.
Greed and desire was what lead to their downfall. He found it truly terrifying to see what these emotions can do, especially when Gods can feel them too.
Which begs another question, "are we so different from them at all?" He's starting to doubt that they are. "Is a god truly worth fearing if they find themselves tempted with humanly emotions and desires?" These questions plague his mind.
Within Aether's journey there were many tales he encountered, some of which narrated about God's fighting amongst themselves for power, the Archon wars were certainly one of them. Along with them were tales in which Gods were all slain by humans. Which for him seemed to be begging for another pair of questions, "are God's truly omnipotent if they were to be slain by humans?" "And is there any existence far more superior than these..."Gods"?"
He knew there wasn't.
Of course there weren't, not until he discovered about them.
Uncovered hidden amongst a ruin he found accidentally, within the ruins he discovered worn out scriptures and textbooks detailing about an unknown God and how the world and everything within it was created for this God's sole entertainment. The papers told of a prophecy in which an outlander of no connection to world will appear within Teyvat carrying the God's essence and will bring change to the world. And as surprising as the discovery was what shocked him the most was a drawing which he didn't even notice, not until Paimon pointed it out.
Along with the paper came with a painting depicting the so called outlander, drawn on a piece of thin yet long slab of rock showed a person donning a long braided hair carrying a sword. It had an uncanny resemblance to Aether himself despite it having no color, the black ink used detailed features that he himself possessed.
Bewildered and confused he found himself coming to the conclusion. The outlander was him and he was carrying the essence of whoever this God might be.
Aether planned on finding out more but before he could, the ruin started to collapse, the ground shook as the pillars within the ruins started to tremble. Aether grabbed all that he could before rushing out to the exit and upon doing so, he looked back. The ruin wasn't there anymore. As if it was never there in the first place. Gone. Vanished into thin air.
Then and there did he decided that he was going to find out more about this God.
EHehehe bye.
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dolliehina · 11 months
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PLEASE DEAR WRITTER MAKE A PART 2 OF THE SPOILED READER IT HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET😭😭
THE FLATTERY I CAN'T- This is the biggest compliment I've ever received, Let me know should I make a series out of this?
Today was anything but pleasant. You just couldn't seem to be entertained by anything you poor bitchy thing, You threw one of your usual tantrums but today somebody had the audacity to talk back to you. YOU. The fucking audacity. You started stomping your feet and you cried for one of your slaves followers to get your comfort devotee's while you cried about your awful day in your luxurious one of a kind bed made by the archons of teyvat, You thought it was quiet boring but it was comfy so you told them it was almost average (from you thats high praise you brat). The moment they came in you cried on their shoulder telling them about the bitch that decided to treat you like everybody else saying that the rules applied to you too! how mean can one person be! you sobbed in their shoulder saying how you wish you never created them and how you want everything that belongs to them or anything that reminds you of this lowly soul burned down to natlan. As you started rambling your meaningless problems to them, they started holding you and rubbing your back ever so gently as if you were made of glass. They just sat there and listened to you and when you stopped to just cry they would whisper nothing but praises and comforting words in your ear trying to hush you, whom they love and cherish so much, it breaks their heart to pieces to see you so broken down but it also makes them want to destroy get rid of whatever made you this sad so they could never see their sweet, poor baby god in such dismay, but for now all they can do is comfort you and hold you dear in their arms....forever.
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yandere-3-sagau · 1 year
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Yandere!SAGAU x Descended God!Reader Drabble
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
word count: 441
warning(s): genshin cult au, angst, yandere, mentions of blood and murder
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After the destruction of the first seal, the creator has regained some of their divine powers. Nothing too much but powerful enough to escape the archons.
They become a nomad, traveling through Teyvat and never sticking to one place for too long. Changing clothes depending on the nation and wearing face coverings, the creator is able to successfully hide their identity.
As they travel, creator ends up helping someone. The two become close and creator finds themselves staying in one particular area longer than usual.
The time they spend with them becomes their light in dark days. The person shows creator the beauty of the world they began to fear.
Their pure and genuine presence makes them feel hope. Creator asks them to accompany them on their travels but the person refuses, choosing to stay to take care of their ill father.
Although it’s risky, creator decides to stay and help them take care of their father.
Creator’s biggest mistake yet.
The acolytes find them. While they’re out retrieving medicine, the acolytes, blinded with rage, slaughter creator’s lover and their father.
What makes them special?
Who are they to be the one to receive the mortal creator’s love?
It just isn’t fair.
Creator returns to the wooden walls of their shared home covered in blood. The stench of iron so strong, they can’t help but cover their nose.
Entering deeper, they see an acolyte standing above the slumped form of their lover. Rushing over, they bring them into their arms.
As their lover releases their last breath, they feel something shatter inside.
Storm clouds suddenly roll in on a sunny day and their eyes begin to glow. The shine is dim at first but becomes brighter as the warmth leaves the body laying within their arms. Ground rumbling, the creator cries out in anguish and heartbreak.
Another seal is breaking.
The acolytes can feel their heart drop at the familiar situation. Their attitudes do a complete 180, trying to appease creator in anyway. They’re on their knees, begging for forgiveness. For creator to calm down in hopes of stopping the cracking seal.
Some even begin crying. Part of them torn apart by the fact that creator is one step closer to leaving them and the other heartbroken that creator loved another to the point of breaking a seal at their passing.
The acolyte’s pitiful forms do nothing to ease creator’s sorrow when the blood of their loved ones is splattered on their faces and clothing.
One more burst of their energy is released and then everything goes silent.
Only when creator stands before them with cold, empty eyes do the acolytes realize what they’ve done.
The second seal has broken and creator has not only gained more power but memories as well.
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(how many seals should their be?)
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bamboowrites · 1 year
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‘Eternity with you becomes enjoyable’
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AUs: sentient Genshin SAGAU, religion-having beloved isekaied Teyvat god!Reader
Pronouns: gender neutral, ‘you’ used throughout everything.
Cw/Tw: none, mentions of starts and ends of life cycles
Genre: fluffy
Characters: all Archons, npc kid, npc Teyvatians
You never age.
It’s been millennia since you landed in Teyvat. You’ve grown your following; you’ve given life, you’ve taken lives. Your companions have changed, aged, and your handmaidens have been passing their mantle unto their heirs.
Yet you look the same as you’ve first arrived, aside from the slight weariness and matured composure. The firm, clear light in your eyes stayed the same; your skin untouched by Teyvat’s time; your strength undiminished.
And when Ami, the Child of Fruits asked you for the first time, you couldn’t bear to explain to her bright curious eyes — that you’ll witness their black hair turn into white, then into dust; infinitely until you erode into nothingness.
Maybe you try to keep your distance. Maybe you try keeping your hopes up and enjoying lives as it comes. Eventually, you’ll come to take solace in the feeling that;
The spirits of Teyvat and the wishes of its people will always shine through;
like the Naganohara’s shimmering summer fireworks;
Joyous, eternal in its glory, extending warmth far past lifespans.
And as long as Baal lives, her offer stands. You’re much welcomed to nestle yourself on her, hands held and heads buried in each other’s necks, hair braided gently like in the Tsaritsa’s rare sleepovers.
Eternity is bearable through the warmth of companionship — you continue to treasure time spent in Morax’s cosy osmanthus drinks, Barbatos’s sweet apple-scented songs, flower-tending chats with Buer, lazy debates with Focalor, and Murata’s laughter-filled sparring.
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theextratreefairy · 1 year
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The favorites p.1
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Yandere! Teyvat x gn god!reader
Warnings: yandere themes, reader is a bit oblivious, reader is designs as a hobby but graduated with a law degree at earth, swearing, slight violence if you squint, Aether loves feeding reader food (blame paimon), jealousy, paimon loves annoying reader, mentions off Cyno, Tignari in that TCG trailer thingy in which they play TGC with Kaveh and Alhaithem but aether is added, Cyno and tignari feel a little jealous, reader has some in-game items on her.
Summary:
God!Reader who's favorite characters are Kaveh, Traveler!Aether and Alhaithem. And when they meet them they immediately bless them without realizing. Causing quite the uproar within the whole of teyvat. After all, they didn't reveal themselves to the archons at all.
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Reader loved the game 'Genshin impact' since their friends introduced it to them. So when they fell into Teyvat while awakening under the tree at windrise, they were glad to find out it wasn't an imposter au, and the fact that they had some in-game items?! Phew, they won't die.
But before they reveal the fact that they have gold blood, they want to visit SUMERU! And luckily the waypoints still work :D!
Reader decided to walk into the city, teleporting not too far away, but they had to check how far it was into the archon quest! So better be safe then sorry.
"It's so pretty." Reader clapped their hands as they squealed. "Nahida has such a pretty region, well, hoyo does own Nahida some apologies for their traumatic background for her." They thought with a sinister smile, Nahida is Reader's child, she deserved better.
"i have a small bit of mora..." Reader mumbled and then smiled. 'Puspa Café, here I come!'
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"Aether! Come join us in a game of TCG!" Cyno invited him as he walked into the café. "Sure! Is it alright if Paimon plays with me as a team?"
"yeah! Paimon wants to play too! But i dont have a deck!"
Aether and Paimon joined the table with Kaveh, Alhaithem, Cyno and tighnari, aether suddenly felt a wave of power washing over them.
"Did you feel that?" Aether whispered. "I did." Cyno confirmed. "Hi!" someone greeted them with a bright smile. "Your the traveler, Aether, correct?"
"Yes, I am..." The group was on guard. "May you find your sister and the answers to the questions that lie within your hearth." Reader told Aether while grabbing his hand and gave him a bright smile. Then they turned Kaveh and grabbed his hands, causing him to turn red. "May your buildings make an imprint on the world." Then they turned to Alhaithem. Grabbing his hands as well causing him to tense up. "And may you live a peaceful life while seeking the knowledge you wish to have."
A light started to glow above the three's heads, it was visible everywhere in teyvat. Causing a large uproar.
"I did not expect it to glow like that." Reader mumbled, causing Tighnari's eyes to widen. "Beloved creator, I thank you for gracing us with your-"
Reader started to get swarmed and Aether instictively pulled them closer. "Are you alright?" Paimon asked Reader. "Paimon thinks creator doesn't like crowds."
"Paimon, is correct. But call me reader, my dear."
"Let's eat together, Reader! Paimon wants to share food with my new friend!" Which caused Reader to chuckle. "Let's do so, if that alright with your travelling buddy." This caused Aether to smile, he loved seeing Paimon smile. And the creator gave them a blessing, a blessing that can help him find out the truth.
Alhaithem and Kaveh were trying to keep the crowd calm, Cyno and tighnari standning in front of Aether, trying to make sense of what happened.
"Alhaithem, got blessed by the creator?" Cyno mumbled, causing reader to look at him. "Alhaithem is one of my favorites!" Reader shouted with a smile. Which caused the crowd to murmer. The café's owner however didn't care, the creator was in his café, they are on a cloud nine.
"Just like Kaveh, Aehther, and now Paimon!"
Yeah this caused an even larger uproar.
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ACCIDENTAL GOD: CHAPTER ONE
Pairing: OT8 Ateez x Reader Fantasy AU
Synopsis: You get summoned into a fantasy world by a group of runaway misfits, (who strangely look like your favorite idols) who claim you to be an ancient forgotten War God, and they need your help to survive while being hunted down by a tyrant King.
Warnings: Heavy Religious themes, member x member, eventual smut, slow burn, gore, death, language, torture, angst, fighting, magic, mentions of past abuse, rituals, blood rituals, some obsessive behavior
Let me know if i missed anything! More warnings will be added as the story goes.
A/N: Finally, here is the first chapter! And don’t worry, reader is introduced in the next chapter! Sorry for any weird formatting, idk how to write lmao. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Please be sure to read the Prologue, it’s short but it’s important!
Masterlist, Prologue, Chapter Two,
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Seonghwa’s entire body hurt. He couldn’t seem to remember what happened, where was he? Why did he hurt? Why did he feel like he couldn’t breathe? There was something heavy on his chest, and it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and looked did he realize. There was someone-no, Hongjoon was laying on top of him, seemingly unconscious, he could recognize that ash blond mullet anywhere. Gently, he tried to push Hongjoon off of him and to the side to be able to get up, but slightly winced as his own body protested at the exertion. Once Seonghwa knew Hongjoon wasn’t lying uncomfortably, he sat up on his hands and began to take in their surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was the fact they were in a deep crack in the earth, vines clinging to the steep walls and trees hung over the edges overhead. The next was how dirty and wet he was, along with Hongjoon. Both of their clothes were torn and caked in mud and leaves. Seonghwa tried his best to rack his brain for information on how both him and Hongjoon ended up here, and without any sign of his other clan members nonetheless.
Seonghwa knew He was helping Hongjoon draw a map of the castle grounds to go along with the already drawn areas of the town surrounding the castle earlier, when he heard Mingi���s voice yelling from the woods. He couldn’t see him yet, but knew Mingi was running towards their camp. He was alerting everyone of the guards that were surrounding them and before Seonghwa knew it, Hongjoon was barking orders that they grab what they could and run. Seonghwa helped the captain put away the map and shove it along with some other important documents and books they had into a leather bag, before Hongjoon slung it over his shoulder. The others doing similar things as they prepared to take off. Seonghwa made sure to stuff the dagger he had stolen, his Father’s dagger, into his boot before Hongjoon grabbed his hand and forcibly pulled him along, the rest of the clan members quickly following suit.
He knew they had run into an opening where the king’s guards, who had just arrived at their camp as they were leaving, weren’t covering. But he didn’t know the direction they were headed. The ATEEZ clan hadn’t settled in this forest for very long, a week at most, and hadn’t had a chance to fully explore their surroundings other than right around camp. Basically, none of them had any idea where they were going, and they were fucked.
The guards were hot on their trails as they all ran, Hongjoon was still holding Seonghwa’s hand. Seonghwa didn’t know how long they had run for, but his body was about ready to give out when he noticed Hongjoon lagging behind him. He did his best to tug him along, trying to lose the guards in the dense forest, but as Seonghwa passed through another bush it wasn’t until it was too late to stop did he notice the steep drop right in front of him. As the ground disappeared underneath him, Seonghwa whipped his head around to meet Hongjoon’s fear-filled eyes. Seonghwa knew, as some sort of adrenaline filled fast thinking, that even if he had let go of Hongjoon’s hand he would fall too. So he tugged Hongjoon into his chest with as much force as he could muster and wrapped his arms around him. One around his waist and one on the back of his head to protect it. He didn’t let go as they fell, not until he hit the ground and everything went black. Right, So that’s how they got here. However, Seonghwa still had questions. Where was the rest of the clan? Are they safe? Captured? How do he and Hongjoon get out of here? What do we do next?
A groan from his right snapped Seonghwa from his thoughts, Hongjoon was awake. Sitting up, he looked around and saw Seonghwa before he spoke.
“What happened? I feel awful… Where are we?”
“It seems we are in a ravine somewhere in the forest. We fell as we were running away from the guards that invaded our camp.” Seonghwa spoke as he stood up. The pain from the fall was bearable now, but still throbbing underneath his skin. He held out his hand to help Hongjoon stand.
As Hongjoon wobbily stood, he groaned, his body also aching. He still had questions.
“What about the others? How do we get out of here? How long have we been here, actually?”
Hongjoon shot questions at Seonghwa once again, but these he had no answer to.
“I’m not sure, I woke up not too long before you, and I can’t see the sun from here so I couldn’t tell you the time.”
Seonghwa craned his neck upwards to see the top of the ravine again. The sun was still shining brightly through the trees and vines overhead. It had been early morning when they were attacked, the sun just fully risen over the horizon, so it must’ve been a few hours at least.
“Let's just focus on getting out of here first, Hongjoon. Then we can see if we can find any of the others.”
Seonghwa didn’t want to say ‘Find their bodies’ but he was afraid that was most likely the truth. That, or they are currently being tortured at the castle for information, or simply for the enjoyment of the King. Seonghwa’s stomach turned at the thought. His father- no, the King. That man was no father, maybe not even human. He was a sick man, and Seonghwa resented the fact that they are kin in any way. He shook his head to rid of those thoughts. Stay focused, they are alive, they have to be. You must survive to help them, and you can’t do that stuck where you are.
The both of them began walking towards one end of the ravine, the other close enough to see it was too steep to climb.
“Hongjoon,” Seonghwa called, the man in question humming in response, “ Did you help with the fall?”
“What do you mean?”
“We shouldn’t have survived the drop from that height, did you do something?”
“Ah yes, I did. I remembered I threw up a protective barrier at the last second before we hit the ground. That is most likely the reason we aren’t dead, though the guards from before seem to think we are.”
“What makes you say that?”
“They haven't come to retrieve your body as proof yet.”
Right, of course the king would need proof of the prince's death. It made sense since Seonghwa has quite the bounty on his head, as do the rest of his clan members. Treason (and many other crimes) were written on the wanted posters across the town whenever they had snuck in to steal supplies. It was not a pleasant sight to see, and it was a big reality check for them all as to what they had gotten themselves into.
Seonghwa realized they had made it to the end of the ravine now. It wasn’t very long, surprisingly, as it was a good width. This end they could climb, while the slope was still steep, there were various small trees and rocks they could grapple onto to climb up, and so they did.
No words were exchanged as they climbed, just small grunts and pants escaping their mouths. Once they made it to the top, they stood there for a second to rest. Hongjoon looked at Seonghwa before he spoke up.
“Do you think it’s safe to try and grab anything left from camp?” Seonghwa only shrugged. It was a risk, but one they were going to have to take. They had virtually nothing on them besides the bag of documents still over Hongjoon’s shoulder, the clan wasn’t supposed to split up and in their rush they didn’t grab anything in case they did. Perhaps if one of the other clan members got away, they would have the same idea to head there. It was the only familiar territory any of them knew in these woods.
They began to head towards their camp, following the trail they had sprinted down and passing broken tree limbs and rushed footprints along the way. Yet, no sight of blood, which is both good and bad. It means that their clan members weren't hurt on the trail, but it also means none of the guards were either. Seonghwa hopes that at least some of the others got away. After about 2 hours or so, both Him and Hongjoon came across a small waterfall, leading into a pond. They stopped to rest, refilling the waterskins that hung off of each of their hips, and attempting to wash off some of the dirt still stuck to their skin. A tense silence hung over the both of them. The thought of their clan members, their new family, possibly dead or worse stuck in their minds. Hongjoon had just sat down near the edge of the water as Seonghwa was still cleaning up, when they both heard a ‘snap’.
Both heads whipped impossibly fast towards the noise coming from behind them, on high alert. Two figures began to walk out of the trees towards them, one tall, one shorter. As Seonghwa began to grab his dagger out of his boot, the figure's faces came into view. Air felt like it was sucked out of his lungs, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Hongjoon was the first to move, sprinting towards them.
“San! Wooyoung!”
He crashed into the other two clan members with force, nearly knocking them both down as Hongjoon wrapped them in a bear hug. Seonghwa was quick to follow suit.
“You're alive! You’re- How did you get away? Have you seen any of the others? I’m so glad you are both safe!” Hongjoon rushed out the words, pure relief lacing his tone as he pulled back. Smiles graced everyone’s features.
“You guys are okay! And no, we haven’t seen anyone else. Both me and Wooyoung managed to slip away after we lost sight of you both. I’m not sure if any of the others did so as well.” San seemed on the verge of tears as he spoke, Both happy and worried tears. The healer cares so much for his clan, not knowing what happened to them all was tearing his heart apart.
“What happened to you guys?” Wooyoung piped up now, looking both Hongjoon and Seonghwa up and down, taking in their tattered and dirty attire.
“ We were chased off into a ravine, it was not an easy fall.” Seonghwa finally spoke. They had all pulled away from the group hug but still stayed close, not wanting to be too far from each other now that they were together again. Wooyoung’s mouth parted into an ‘o’ in understanding as San spoke up once more.
“So what do we do now? The other members have most definitely been taken by the guards back to the castle. How are we supposed to get them back? We don’t even know which way to camp is! Night is falling soon as well and I’m sure there are still guards lurking to find the rest of us. We saw them on the way here.” Worry pulled at his features, and all Hongjoon wanted to do was make him smile again, to make everything better again.
He didn’t know what to do, it was near impossible to sneak into the town surrounding the castle without being recognized anymore, forget trying to sneak into the castle. If they ran into anyone they would more than likely lose that fight and end up killed. They needed help from an outside source, but who would help them? Who could they trust? He was silent before Hongjoon spoke again, a frown on his lips.
“We can’t break them out alone, that’s for sure. We need to find someone that can help us, but who? Do any of you know someone? Or have any ideas?” It was silent once more as everyone tried to think. They were desperate.
“What about your magic Joong? Could we do something with that? Summon a minion or something to help us?” Wooyoung threw out the idea, a stupid idea better than none in his mind.
“No, my magic isn’t powerful enough to summon someone to help, and would be no use against the Royal Sorcerers. They have wards up near the castle so no one can use magic around it. Besides, to perform such a powerful ritual like that to summon something would require certain spell books to work, ones we don’t have.” Hongjoon responded. Not even the old spell books and grimoires stored in his magic shop had information on how to do that. Such powerful things were outlawed to the public, only Royalty and those allowed by royalty could access things like that.
“Wait,” A lightbulb seemed to go off above Seonghwa’s head. He turned and rummaged through the bag over Hongjoon’s shoulder before pulling out a large book. It had a dark brown leather cover with red gemstones decorating it, and unknown language written on the front.
“We might be able to do that! This is a grimoire I had stolen out of the library back at the castle before I fled. I meant to give it to Hongjoon but with everything that has happened, it slipped my mind. Here.” Seonghwa handed the book to Hongjoon. The latter excitedly began to flip through it.
“Seonghwa, Do you even know what you grabbed? This book has so many forgotten and outlawed spells and rituals! It’s most likely one of a kind!” Hongjoon plopped down onto the ground where he stood, still flipping through before stopping on a page, Something must've caught his eye. They all looked over Hongjoons shoulder, now crouching around him to get a better look. Different images and graphs lined this page, along with a lot of writing in seemingly the same language on the cover. Hongjoon was quiet now, intensely focusing on this specific page.
“Can you really read all that?” Wooyoung commented, it seems Hongjoon ignored him as he looked up at Seonghwa with an astonished face.
“We can summon a God. A long forgotten and Powerful God. Do you know what this means? We can get the others out! We can be protected!” A look of disbelief coated Hongjoon’s face.
Dumbstruck looks seemed to cross everyone’s faces. A god? Was that even possible? Confused murmurs left the others mouths. Hongjoon looked back down at the book before speaking.
“It’s extremely dangerous, and I’m not even sure it’ll work, but I think it’s our only chance at saving the others. This page details the ritual to summon Omen, a god of war and wrath, among other things but that is what they were most known for.”
This time San spoke up. “Almost no one worships them anymore, right? They’ve almost faded into obscurity. I remember reading a book on them. Are we sure we want them? They could easily kill us the moment we call for them! Are they even real?”
Many gods had shrines and temples mortals would go and worship, praying and leaving offerings in exchange for their wishes. But Omen was a god lesser known, having vanished from text and tongue in the day and age they were living in. Summoning a god was completely unheard of, the all powerful beings didn’t often meddle in mortal affairs, only caring for the land or doing small favors for offerings. They wouldn’t let some measly mortal have any power over them and messing in mortal wars was definitely something they didn’t do either. Why would a War god want to help them?
“It’s our only shot, San. What else can we do? Leave the others to be slowly tortured to death as we continue to run like a bunch of cowards?” Hongjoon’s words were sharp, slicing at the feelings of the others. He didn’t want to be mean, but it was the cold hard truth. They couldn’t keep running like this, and they could never leave their comrades behind. A long, silent beat passed.
“Fine, so we all agree to do this?” Seonghwa looked at San and Wooyoung for confirmation. He had made up his mind, and he knew Hongjoon wouldn’t budge. They had to get the others back, and if that meant doing something so stupid like trying to summon an ancient god, then so be it. Seonghwa was also tired of running and feeling helpless. He saw San and Wooyoung reluctantly nod. Upon seeing their reactions, Hongjoon stood as determined words left his mouth.
“Alright, let’s get to work.”
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