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yandere-3-sagau · 1 year

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Can I request SAGAU with reader coming into Teyvat but being very hush hush about it and they get a job at Wangshu inn or something but one day they end up cutting themselves and boom golden blood? Sorry if this is too specific

Don’t apologize, I love this idea!

I have so many ideas for this one ranging from crack to angst hskakdk

Let’s say that all the documents about the creator have vague descriptions so they aren’t too sure about your appearance. The only key signs of being the creator are golden blood and crystal like tears.

I hope you like it! I think this may be my first request ^.^

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Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 1

Your arrival to Teyvat is sudden. One second you had fallen asleep at your desk after a long night. The next second you lift your head and you’re in a completely new environment.

Surrounded by greens and vegetables you note you’re on some sort of farm. You warily get off the ground, dusting off the dirt from your clothes. You look around hoping to figure out where and how you had ended up in this unfamiliar place.

However, what catches your eyes in the dimly lit farm, is a little glowing blue figure floating wispily.

A seelie?

Your heart drops and your eyes squint through the dark taking in more of your surroundings. Your eyes finally land on a large statue in the distance.

Your thoughts are confirmed as you drop to your knees, eyes locked on a Geo Statue of the Seven.

You’ve read the stories, you know what happens.

“Hello? Who is out there?” a shaky voice calls out. You want to get up and run but the shock kept you in place.

An old man makes his way over, holding a lantern over you. The light illuminates your worry-stricken face. Thoughts run wild in your head as the old man helps you into his home.

Not wanting to risk being chased by all these powerful characters thinking you’re an imposter, while also afraid of being confined by obsessive acolytes, you think it’s best that your arrival to Teyvat is kept a secret.

The farmer that found you, a widowed man with no offspring, decides to take you in. To avoid feeling like a burden, you help out the old man in anyway you can, starting with farming. As if the land is trying to show their love for you, the vegetables you plant grow absurdly quick. They grow larger than the farmer had ever seen before. Vegetables farmed by your hand come out with the perfect texture and consistency. To the farmer, you’re like an angel descended from the skies.

It isn’t long before the old farmer’s business booms with the best vegetables in the market. However, he’s become too old and it’s become too difficult for him to transport all of these vegetables from his isolated little home to the shops down in Liyue Harbor.

You volunteer to do it for him. It’s the least you could do in return for him letting you stay rent free. Despite your willingness, you still can’t fight the anxiousness that comes with traveling in Teyvat.

The first time you enter Liyue Harbor, your hands are so sweaty you nearly drop the boxes of vegetables you are holding. Staying the whole day to sell vegetables in Liyue Harbor means that you are exposed. But when you finally came across your favorite characters, you realize you worried for nothing.

You first meet the Traveler and Paimon. The exchange is simple. They buy a few of your vegetables then leave to Wanmin restaurant to use the stove to cook some meals.

Then you meet Xiao. One day, a group of Hilichurl’s almost attack you while you are transporting goods to Liyue Harbor. He quickly wipes them out while you hide behind the cart you are pushing. Xiao simply looks at you for no more than 5 seconds before disappearing.

After that, the worry of your face being recognized begins to fade. If it weren’t for your oddly golden blood, you would have forgotten that you’re the creator.

You become accustomed to living life in Teyvat. It is peaceful. No exams or deadlines. Such simple tasks done day by day. You spend one day farming and the next transporting vegetables. You sit at your little shop selling items before heading home and helping out the old man. It’s not super easy but it’s a lot less stressful than your life before.

Everyday you get to bask in the sunlight and enjoy fresh air while you admire the scenery you had only ever seen through a screen. You are content and happy.

Until one day you accidentally make the smallest mistake.

Xiangling is a regular of yours. Your vegetables are by far the best she’s ever had and you quickly become her source of ingredients for her dishes. She speaks so highly of you that Zhongli, one of the characters you fear most, decides to drop by your little shop.

His presence is intimidating with his golden eyes peering down at you and his tall stature towering over your little stall.

Despite his slightly domineering presence, his voice is as smooth and soothing as you remember it to be and you’re able to calm down enough to treat him like any of your other customers. You’ve already met many characters and none of them were able to recognize you. How could he be any different?

Except he’s not like the others.

He’s nearly 6000 years old. He’s seen things others haven’t and most importantly, he’s worshipped the existence of the creator far longer than any of the Liyue Citizens have been alive.

From the very beginning, he sensed that there was something different about you. Something familiar and oddly inviting. The former Geo Archon thought he knew everyone residing in Liyue but it’s his first time coming across you.

His eyes can’t help but follow your every move as you wrap up his box of vegetables. You finally finish tying up his box with some sturdy rope and grab a knife to cut off the long ends. Just as you’re cutting the rope, your hand slips.

The sharp knife slices shallowly into your opposite hand. Zhongli is only barely able to catch a glimpse of gold before you drop to the floor.

It isn’t the pain that’s brought you to your knees but the fear. You crouch over your hands, covering the wound as best as you can hoping with all your being that he hasn’t seen anything.

Both you and Zhongli can feel your hearts beating faster than ever before.

“Are you alright?”

The former Geo Archon attempts to walk over to the other side of the stall, when he hears the Traveler call his name. His attention wavers and it gives you just enough time to wipe your blood away and stuff the handkerchief into your pocket.

Zhongli glances at you amidst his conversation just to see you finish covering your wound with a bandage. Any trace of blood is gone and the wound is completely covered.

He walks away from the Traveler to speak with you. The geo archon’s eyes never once leave your hand as he stands in front of you.

“Is your wound alright?”

You nod waving your hand a little.

“Just a small wound,” you say, hoping he’d accept your answer and move on.

But he isn’t satisfied.

“Are you sure? It look like it hurt. It’s important to put some cream on it so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Of course! I’m a lot stronger than you think.” You smile before repeating his total. The Traveler ends up paying for the vegetables and the two leave, but not without Zhongli glancing a few more times at you.

When his figure completely fades, your smile drops.

It seems you’ve stayed a bit too long in Liyue.

Shaky hands clumsily pack up your stall as you race to close up the shop early and quickly head home before the Geo Archon decides to return.

While you rush, you don’t notice the small white handkerchief falling out of your pocket nor do you realize that the small piece of cloth would be the sole cause of the upcoming chaos that erupts throughout the nations of Teyvat.

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Time Traveller AU pt3

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Find the AU masterlist here! Check out my MASTERLIST here.

"This is so unnecessary" you whispered to the man sitting behind you. "Everyone's staring." Your eyes scanned over the mass of people in town, as your horse passed through.

You thought you would get your own horse, but Baldwin had other plans apparently, as he just picked you up from your armpits and plopped you in front of him on his horse.

You could feel him smiling from ear to ear. "I think they're just in awe of your beauty. I would suggest getting used to the stares, now."

You rolled your eyes. "Dont flatter me. I know how I look, besides- I was referring to us sharing a horse. Its unnecessary and its why everyones looking at us."

"I think its unnecessary to get another horse for you. You dont know how to ride them, and believe me when I tell you- these horses are wild. I dont want you to get hurt when they kick you off." He teased.

You scoffed. Alright, maybe you werent an equestrian, but how hard would it be to ride a horse anyways? Didnt Baldwin learn to ride one when his right arm was paralysed and he had to do with his thighs mostly to control the horse?

"Still, I couldve gotten a carriage. Or better yet walked? Maybe even ride a horse with someone else-" You quieted down as you felt a pair of lips peck behind your ear.

"Dont even think about it. Why would I let anyone touch you, be this close to my princess-" his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back closer to him. "Wouldnt you prefer your soon-to-be-husband to help you instead?" He whispered as his hand slowly found its way to rest on your belly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you pulled his hand away and smacked it when it tried to touch your waist again. "Behave, Baldwin." You admonished with a smile as people looked at you. You dont want to create a scene (especially not one where history would report some lady smacking King Baldwin).

You getting flustered and angry only made him chuckle, as he leaned down to give the back of your head a kiss.

Enough with the PDA already. Arent medieval times supposed to be more conservative?

Ugh. Your lips formed into a thin line. Maybe he'll back off when you reach Salauddin and he sees how other Muslims act.

With some entourage accompanying you guys, you travelled away from the kingdom for almost an hour or so until you crossed that one sand dune beyond which Salauddin and his people were camping.

Before reaching the dessert, you had asked Baldwin if he had something that you could cover yourself up with. You want to adhere to the customs and not accidentally piss off one of the greatest Muslim rulers. Sure, you could've worn something more concealing before leaving the castle, but neither of you wanted people to know that you two were going to meet Salauddin.

Baldwin nodded and in one swift motion, he had removed his cloak and wrapped it around you, bringing the hood over you.

"But- what about you?" you looked back at him with wide eyes. People didnt just wear full length clothes back then just because of modesty, but also to protect their skin from sun damage.

He smiled. "I'll be fine, princess." No, you wont. And you're not risking yet another historical change by having the king of Jerusalem getting skin cancer.

Immediately, you tore off the bottom of your tunic and made a keffiyeh (a headdress) which covered both his head and his face. "There, now we can go."

From the keffiyeh, only his eyes were visible, which crinkled up. "Did you cover me up because you dont want women staring at me in awe?"

"What? Of course not. You just recovered from leprosy. Your skin would be sensitive to the harsh sun and heat of the desert-" He cut you off by laughing lightly.

"Whatever you say, princess. Whatever you say."

As you neared the camps, you saw men dressed in battle armour coming out of the tents, and you from the way he walked, the way he dressed, even his mere presence could make you recognise Salauddin from a mile away.

The horse stopped and Baldwin got down first before helping you down. You followed him as he walked towards Salauddin, who was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. An erie silence settled all around you, the sound of air whooshing being the only thing audible for a few moments. Salauddin stared into Baldwin, while men from both sides glared at each other, one hand on their swords, ready to fight.

"Salam alaikum." Baldwin spoke first.

Peace be upon you.

You heart dropped for a second when Salauddin didnt reply back immediately. With your hood covering your face, you couldnt exactly see his expressions, only resorting to his body language and sounds to anticipate his mood.

Salauddin's lip quirked up. "Walaikum asalaam." He opened his arms and both men embraced each other for a few moments and you could feel the tension around you finally melting away as men from both sides finally started conversing with each other normally now that their kings were talking amicably.

Salauddin patted his back and raised a brow at you. "Who taught you the keffiyeh to cover that sore face of yours?" Baldwin chuckled. "My fiancee- Y/n, princess come here will you?" You walked closer to Baldwin. "This is Y/n, and we're both here today to invite you to our wedding. Darling, say hi, will you?"

You gulped. "Assalamu alaikum".

Salauddin's ears perked up. "Walaikum asalam. That was perfect pronunciation. Have you been taught by Arab scholars?"

"About that..." Baldwin chuckled nervously. "Y/n, why dont you go there with the ladies? They seem pretty eager to meet you." Salauddin nodded his head and a couple of women, all wearing burqas approached you. "This is princess Y/n. Take good care of her." Salauddin told them as they took you to their tent, where only women remained.

Meanwhile, Salauddin let Baldwin in to his tent.

"So, whats the secret?" Salauddin asked as he sat down, beckoning Baldwin to do the same.

He took a deep breath. "Y/n is... a Muslim."

Salauddin blinked at him. "What?"

"She's Muslim." He repeated. "So could you just tell me about the Islamic wedding ceremony? Nikkah, right?"

Salauddin stared at him. "Are you joking?"

"No."

"You cant marry her, Baldwin."

"Why not?"

"Because she's a Muslim and you're Catholic!"

"So? I havent seen it stop Muslims from marrying non muslims."

"No- only muslim men can marry non muslim women. It doesnt work the other way around."

"Salauddin, thats sexist."

"Its not sexist- nevermind, I cant help you understand it. But no, you cant marry a Muslim woman."

"What if... shes not Muslim?" Salauddin gave him a puzzled look. "I... believe Y/n may be using religion as an excuse not to marry me."

"If she doesnt want to marry you, why do you wanna marry her?"

"She does want to marry me, she's just... confused. Look, Salauddin. She cured me- CURED leprosy. This doesnt happend to anyone. She- she has something holy about her. How else do you explain this miracle?"

"So what? You think God and what- Jesus? chose this girl for you? That they gave her healing hands to cure your disease? You think shes of divinity?"

Baldwin smiled softly. "I do." Salauddin rolled his eyes. "Youre infatuated with her, Baldwin. Its temporary. She performed some magic, or tricks and you think she's divine? Do not make a fool of yourself."

"Then explain how I suddenly got well, Salauddin. Youve travelled the world, you sent me your best Arab healers, you believe in sciences- explain to me how I was cured of my incurable disease."

Salauddin gazed at the young king. "Let me guess, she claimed that she's been sent by Almighty God to cure the King and save Jerusalem, and in return, you must marry her or give her your throne to fulfil some prophecy?"

Baldwin chuckled, leaning back against the ottoman a bit. "Actually, she's been denying that she did anything to help me, she keeps on making excuses to marry me, she avoids my affection- and if I'm being honest, attention." Salauddin's eyes furrowed a bit. What game are you playing?

"Maybe... Black magic?" Salauddin is well aware of witchcraft, its been mentioned by his religion too.

Baldwin shrugged. "She's far too angelic to be associated with that. I'm sure there would be prominent signs if she was involved in any sort of magic or witchcraft."

Salauddin was about to reply but just then, his guards came running in.

"Salauddin! There's a sandstorm coming!" Immeadiately both kings sprung up.

"Tie up the animals! Tell everyone to get in and take cover!" Salauddin barked orders at his men.

The women in your tent were immediately informed of the situation and they quickly started taking measures, with the men outside helping to nail down the tent and gathering the baby animals and children, bringing them inside the tent.

You got up to leave and go to Baldwin, but the women pushed you back down, telling you its not safe to leave.

"The storm is here! You can't leave now!" Well, alright then. You plopped back down on your seat, when you heard someone cry out loud and your eyes immeadiately saw the liquid on the floor.

Of course it was the pregnant lady.

The woman had went into labour and everyone rushed to help her. Everyone but you. Nuh uh, youre not meddling in this time, lest anyone else accuses you of having magic healing hands.

Another harrowing scream pierced through the room, with the harsh winds threatening to blow away the tent adding on to the tension.

Maybe I could just stand near them, just to make sure they are using proper hygiene. Or actually just to see how midwifes worked in the past. Yes, its for science.

You stood near the midwifes, out of their work field because you dont want to be an obstacle. Of course, you may have had caught the sight of the poor woman and her... vagina, which youre ashamed to say has made you sick to your stomach because child birth is not a beautiful phenomenon and fuck this shit youre never having babies.

After almost an hour, the baby was finally out. The stench of sweat and blood and the nightmarish sights you'd caught glimpses of had made you want to throw up when suddenly the enviorment turned gloomy. And it hit you.

The baby wasnt crying.

The mother who was previously crying from labour, was now crying due to a different kind of pain.

You felt for her, you truly did. Carrying a child for 9 months, making sure to take every precaution, not to mention the constant prayers for a healthy baby (and for some, specifically a boy) otherwise the mother would be blamed.

The midwife put the dead baby in the bassinet beside you before tending back to the grieving mother, who was still bleeding from down there.

"Poor Fatima." You heard one of the women whisper to her friend. "To wait for 8 years before she finally conceived... only for her child to die before he could even take his first breath."

Your heart broke as you heard them, the woman sobbed inconsolably. You turned your head to look at the baby in the bassinet and subconsciously, you wondered what went wrong.

Doesnt look like he was choked by the umbilical cord... and he doesnt look cyanotic either, so he probably wasnt dead inside the womb. Your eyes widened. Maybe-!

Your hands went to pick up the baby before halting mid air. No. No. I cant interfere- I cant mess with history more than I already have. I cant save a child who was destined to die-

Your head whipped to the woman who let out a shrill, devastating cry, begging God to let her son live.

Fuck it. You picked up the baby. Maybe this baby was destined to live.

Immeadiately you checked for breathing before putting the baby on a table nearby and placed two fingers on the left side of his chest, starting compressions.

"1. 2. 3-" you muttered under your breath, trying to recall what was drilled into your head when you were attending first aid classes. Pinching the baby's nostrils, you breathed into his mouth, eyes watching as his chest rise and drop. You repeated the compression set 2 more times when the baby finally took a huge breath and began crying.

Picking up the baby, you ran towards the bucket of water and started cleaning the baby's head and face off the mix of blood and amniotic fluid, while massaging his back and his feet to encourage him to breathe on his own.

After a few minutes, you turned around to cover the baby with a cloth swaddling him up nicely and thats when you finally looked around you.

Everyone was staring at you in shock, the sound of the baby crying echoing the silence.

Shit. You rocked the baby gently as you handed him to his mother, who also looked at you in shock with tear streaks on her cheeks. I hope... they didnt see me do CPR.

Yes, damage control. Thats what you need to do. You cleared your throat. "Um- yes, Allah has blessed you with a beautiful son. Lets be grateful to Him." And the women slowly began talking again and agreeing, some saying that they'll go give sadaqah (charity to please God) while others were going to go pray.

When you turned around, you saw Baldwin and Salauddin standing at the entrance of the tent, the former having a beaming smile while the latter looked in surprise.

Maybe it was the stench of sweat and blood in the room, maybe it was emotional situation you went through (high key nauseating), or maybe it was the mix of amniotic fluid and blood on your mouth from when you saved the baby, but the next moment, you lost consciousness.

When you woke up, you noticed you were in a different, much bigger tent. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up with a groan.

"You're finally awake." You looked up to see Salauddin sitting at his desk in the other corner-

Salauddin? Your hands went to draw your hood over your face but you realised your (or well, Baldwin's) cloak had been replaced with a cotton niqaab that veiled your entire face except for your eyes.

Standing up, you looked in his direction. "Where's Baldwin?"

You heard him chuckle darkly. "He left."

"He left?" You heard him walk over to you, and instinctively you took a step back, narrowing your eyes at his audacity.

He towered over you, face neutral as he looked down at you. His hand gestured to his right, where a chess set was placed on a table.

"Do you play?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours.

Hesitantly, you nodded. He sat down, beckoning you to do the same.

"Ladies first." He let you start the game. "I should tell you though- if you wish to leave out of this place alive, you'll have to win."

What the shit? Is this some sort of psychological game? Or is this actually happening? I mean, people in the medieval times were crazy. Just because he's muslim shouldnt excuse him from insanity.

You picked up the white pawn. "Where is Baldwin?"

"I told you, he's gone." He moved his black pawn. "He sold you to me."

You looked up at him. What? "Focus on the game. You do not wish to know what will your fate be if you were to lose this game." You immediately picked up your bishop and moved it.

Salauddin clicked his tongue as he took your bishop. You moved your pawn again. "Why- why would he sell me? I'm his fiancee." You asked, your eyes never leaving the board. You're playing for your life here.

"Well, when we saw you use black magic to save that baby- oh, I took your other pawn too, mhm-" He smiled as he looked at your furrowed brows. "And then I told him that you cant be a muslim if you were using black magic."

"Black magic? When did I use it?!" you asked exasperatedly as you lost your knight.

"We saw you muttering something when you were "saving" that child." Muttering? When was I muttering? "One of the ladies even said they heard you whisper some repetitive words to a tune too."

Repetitive words-? You wanted to bang your head against concrete when you realised he was referring to you doing compressions to the rhythm of Stayin Alive by the BeeGees. This one is not your fault because the instructor taught you guys that.

"I was not doing black magic. Even so, who are you to decide if I am a Muslim or not?" You moved your other knight.

"I am Salauddin Ayubi-"

"So?" Salauddin looked at you.

So? So? No one has ever dared to ask him questions.

"Your real name is Yusuf. Salauddin is just a laqab, hm?" Your eyes never left the board as you made your move. "Do you think you're above me? Above Baldwin? Above anyone?" You didnt let him answer as you gestured at him to continue the game. "I dont recall you being a prophet. I dont remember you being a caliph even. So, Salauddin tell me what gives you the right to judge if I'm a muslim or not?" You asked as you took his pawn.

Salauddin narrowed his eyes at you, making his bishop take another pawn of yours. You didnt let it deter you as you practically snatched the same bishop of his with your rook. "Just because youre a muslim, you think you have the right to judge me?"

He scoffed at your words, making his move but you took yet another black pawn. "I am a Muslim. I was born in a Muslim family-"

"Exactly." You took more of his black pawns as he took your white ones. The board was mostly empty now. "You were born in a Muslim family. Do you honestly believe your Lord is happy with you because you were born in the right family? Is that the essence of what being a Muslim is?" Salauddin now looked at you but you didnt let your eyes stray away from the chess board. "Are you a Muslim because you were born in a Muslim family? Or were you born in a Muslim family because Allah knew you wouldnt find your way if you werent? If you were born in a catholic family, youd be a catholic? Lets say you are a Muslim, how do you know youre a good enough Muslim who can judge me? How do you know Allah will let you in heaven when youre on Earth declaring so and so is doing magic and isnt a muslim? Only Allah can judge us, not you Salauddin Ayubi." You stated calmly as you made your final move. "Thats checkmate."

You finally looked at him, your eyes holding satisfaction at his distressed face, though he masked it well.

How you wished to reveal to him that he was playing against a grandmaster whose parents made her take chess as a hobby since she was 6 because they believed it would make her smart and get into good colleges (it did. Thanks mom and dad.)

"Salauddin, we can play chess all you want but dont lie to me. You know I wasnt doing magic, and you know that I know that Baldwin wouldnt just leave me behind. So please, tell me, where is Baldwin?" Before he could reply, you continued. "Remember, lying is a sin."

At this, his eyes finally showed amusement. "He's outside, helping the women sew a niqaab for you. He wants to embroidery a flower in or something." You rolled your eyes at that. Of course, leave it to Baldwin to do cute romantic stuff.

Salauddin leaned back in his chair as he studied you. "So, how did you bring the baby back to life?"

"I prayed to Allah." He quirked a brow at you. "I also cleared his nostrils. They were plugged with fluid, so he didnt know or couldnt breathe with his lungs. Then I just warmed up his body a bit and he was crying- the baby was never dead. You know that no one can be saved from Azrael if Allah has written for that person to die."

Angel of death.

He gave you a nod, though his eyes watched you curiously. "How were you so sure that I knew you were a Muslim?"

You shrugged. "I just did." Why wouldnt you know when he was playing chess with you to check your psychology? Not to mention, he allowed you to be covered with a niqaab even when you were unconscious and let you stay in his tent? If he even doubted that you were a non muslim, you more than likely wouldve been treated far badly.

Salauddin chuckled. Of course, youd keep your secrets. "Then you know that as a Muslim woman, you cannot marry anyone of another faith."

"I dont plan on marrying Baldwin." You scoffed. "I already rejected him and have tried to sway his mind, but hes set on his decision. I think he actually believes that Im an angel or something divine."

He quirked a brow at you. "So he's forcing you to marry him?"

"I wouldnt say force- well, actually I would say that. But he doesnt treat me badly or anything. He's very sweet, even when I avoid him."

Salauddin clicked his tongue. "I could help you." You looked at him. "You are a Muslim, a part of the ummah. I could-"

"No. If youre suggesting starting a war, no." "Well, not a war, youre not that important." Damn. He grinned at your offended eyes. "I meant, I could send some people to sneak you out or-"

"No, if Baldwin finds out youre involved in any way in my escape he would-" you cant risk an extra crusade happening because of a damsel in distress, aka you. It would put the fate of Jerusalem at risk as well as the fate of the Ayyubid dynasty.

Wait. Ayyubid dynasty. They ruled over Egypt, Syria, Palestine, Yemen and so on. But Egypt was the learning center of the Islamic world during this time because they focused on arts and education which meant they hosted the world's greatest scholars there.

"Salauddin, can you get me to Egypt?" The king of Egypt, or sultan of Egypt looked at you quizzically. "I can, but why? Do you have family there?"

"What? No, I'm not running away to Egypt. Look, I just-" you cant explain to him about your escape plan that you were going to use the help of scholars to help you make the tools which you can use to fix your broken time machine. So, you lie. "You're someone who enjoys learning, right? I know you like history and sufism, and I would just love to get to know more about it."

With his head resting on his palm, he studied you. You intrigued him, and although he sensed you had ulterior motives, he agreed. "I cant take you there personally because I am busy here, but I could send you there with some trusted men." You smiled under your veil. This is exactly what you want. And almost as if he could sense your glee, he continued. "Your madly-in-love fiance wont send you alone, or at all."

"Let me worry about Baldwin, and he'll agree because I'm not running away. I'll work on my escape another way in which no one has to die." You said, finally standing up and walking out of the tent to find Baldwin who was sitting with the other veiled women, his eyes focused on the needlework.

"Baldwin." You called out with your hands behind your back as you walked upto him.

He looked up and his eyes practically sparkled at the sight of you. "Princess!" He stood up and immediately went to hug you but you stopped him before he could, nodding your head at onlookers. "Oh right, sorry." He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, ears turning pink as the women giggled.

He then picked up the niqaab he'd been working on, the blue cloth matched the color of his eyes. "Look, I made that flower." There was embroidery done on the sleeves. And of course, amongst the mass of tiny, delicate pink and white flowers, Baldwin made the biggest, slightly wonky flower.

It brought a smile to your lips. Gosh, he's such a-

You shake your head. No. No. You cant.

"Its beautiful, Baldwin. Thank you." He grinned at your praise, nodding his head as he folded it up. Still holding the embroidered niqaab in his hand, he walked over to Salauddin and shook his head. "We should get going now. Thank you for hospitality, Salauddin." The Kurdish nodded. "Of course. You're always welcome. And if you have any more questions about our traditions and rituals, dont hesitate to reach out to me. Although your wife to be seems quite knowledgeable on the subject herself." Your eyes widened every so slightly. Did Salauddin- did he just acknowledge that you're not as dumb as he thought you were.

Baldwin smiled before leading you towards his horse, helping you get on it.

Salauddin watched as your entourage left, and his mouth twitched.

You have piqued my interest, Y/n. He called his right hand man.

"We still have spies in Baldwin's castle, right?" The man confirmed. "Excellent. Have them find out all they can about lady Y/n. And prepare a small entourage ready to go to Egypt."

"Wont we be staying here, sultan?" The man asked, confused as to why Salauddin would be leaving Jerusalem this early.

"We will, but I will make a short trip in between."

Of course, Salauddin cant just let you go to Egypt alone. The sultan will have to make proper arrangements to welcome you there.

And to find out what you're really there for.

He returned to his tent, his eyes landing on the chess board. Walking upto it, he looked at how you had defeated him.

Salauddin smirked, using his finger to knock down the white king.

It'll be fun to make Baldwin jealous.

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✎ yandere! time traveller headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― manipulation, kidnapping, obsession etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! time traveller who travelled to the past for an experiment of his, a true scientist at heart.

✎ yandere! time traveller who had met you during an experiment. an unconsidered variable... I wonder what will happen?

✎ yandere! time traveller who is a tad bit messed up in the head. but I mean, what researcher is not the tiniest bit crazy? just hope you don't catch his attention! don't worry, you've already caught his watchful eye.

✎ yandere! time traveller who falls in love with a person of the past, aka you, which is totally against the rules. but that's okay! because it's not like he'll get attached to you, right? right?

✎ yandere! time traveller who deceives you into thinking he's a person of that time. he swears it's just to get closer to you for his experiment.

✎ yandere! time traveller who starts developing much more intense feelings for you after a specific event. with the lines of love and obsession being blurred, you can officially consider yourself an irremovable variable from his experiment.

✎ yandere! time traveller who goes insane with obsession over every single thing you do. how could such a person have a grip on him?! the greatest researcher of his time?! that's alright though, he really loves you, he really does!

✎ yandere! time traveller who has unfortunately come to the end of his experimentation, having to travel back to his time where he can hand in the results to his superiors. don't worry though, you'll be coming along with him~ whether you like it or not.

✎ yandere! time traveller who is too obsessed with you that he can't see that you never wanted his affection at all. too bad the stockholm syndrome will kick in soon. the fact that you're in a completely different time period doesn't help. good luck my dear! make yourself comfortable with the time traveller you've charmed :)

✎ "no one can get in between us now my beloved~!"

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 7 months

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Hello are you still doing the SAGAU for reader gets mad and blowing up at people for certain characters? If you are can you do traveler or Lumine if you don’t want to do a general head cannon and fischl still? I’m so angry about how many NPC world quests that now seem like a pattern of traveler helps and then gets backstabbed and left to die and just really think those NPC need to under stand the gravity and anger of the players.

Hello, @celestialsiren! Yes, supposedly, I am still doing this series lol—I don't see why I should end it, seeing as there's always new characters that people request for. Ofc I'll do the Traveler!

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Reader Defending the Traveler! (Also No Vice Versa)

(Disclaimers: This May be OOC, And This Post Will Mainly be Using Lumine as "The Traveler." However, This Post Still Can Be Read as GN!Traveler or Aether.)

Lumine

To be frankly honest, I think you (the Reader) would feel pretty connected to Lumine. She's understanding, she's calm, and most importantly, she gets what it's like not to be from Teyvat. She's passed the celestial atlas to venture the world that is Teyvat, only to be prevented by the Unknown God.

Safe to say, you both were like two peas in a pod. And you were willing to travel with her and find her brother. Lumine gets you a lot, and you refuse any harm coming her way.

That includes verbal complaints. Like, honestly—Lumine's done so much for Teyvat for an outlander, and this is how they treat her?! You weren't having it.

So you planted your foot down, and boy, was your glare menacing. Your words were harsher than the blizzards of Dragonspine, and your glare was as menacing as the Dead Skeleton of Orobashi in Watatsumi Island.

Anyone who you deemed as enemy—in this situation, these good-for-nothing, took-for-granted gossipers—was paling at the seems of the Almighty Creator stomping their egos down. And, not gonna lie, Lumine kinda likes watching some of them. Some of the insults you used were actually used in other worlds—something only Lumine would know, but others didn't. It was kind of hilarious.

Alas, she can't have you go around and go all out all the time. Someone needs to make sure that the Creator doesn't try to decimate random folks, even if they are pretty infuriating.

"Your Grace." Lumine puts her hand on your shoulder. "Let's hurry up and finish this commission. We still need to get those rewards." You huff, but you let the insulters go, without a threatening note.

Yeah...she was not expecting to be an occurrence with so many other characters, but hey! Lumine's not gonna stop you :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: And we're done! Sorry if it's really low quality lol—I am so tired as I'm writing this :') I do hope you guys enjoyed it, though! Don't feel discouraged to keep sending me requests!

At this rate requests are probably the only thing that's keeping my blog alive. My blog is on constant life support LOL

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#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin self aware #sagau #sagau genshin #yandere sagau #sagau brainrot #genshin cult au #sagau cult au #sagau lumine #sagau aether #sagau traveler

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yandereforme · 8 months

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Yan Batfam Time travel au

You accidentally get transported to the past a few times, and end up meeting the Batfam one by one. (You have already been kidnapped and grown attached to them)

You met Dick after Jason’s death or his parents deaths

You sat beside him and offered him a shoulder to cry on, and tell him that he is allowed to mourn, and eventually help him get to bed

You met Jason a few hours before he met Batman

You end up taking care of him for a bit, and promising him that if he steals Batman’s tires, he’ll get a new home

You convinced him you were a fairy at the time

You arrived when Tim was 9, and mostly just protected him on the rooftops

You did comfort him after his parents bailed, though, and told him he would be a far better person than they ever were

Damian is when he is a toddler(about 5)

You stop an assassination attempt and are the first person to tell him you love him.

Bruce goes one of two ways

First one is after his parents death, where you hold him and tell him one day he will have a big family

Another is after Jason came back, you come to him and remind him of how he loves Jason and ‘isn’t that the important thing?”

Either way, you meet them years before you actually do. They all love you, but it isn’t until you meet at a kidnapping/hostage situation, but they realize they all know you, and that you were meant to be theirs.

Sorry, I haven’t posted as much. My meds were changed recently, and life is hitting me in the face with a chair. I will try to post more, but I don’t know when I will be able to. Also, I might make more wine shots, and I have a few ideas but I DK.

#yandere #yandere batfam x reader #non binary darling #platonic yandere #yandere batfamily #yan time travel au

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hihellomy · 11 months

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How some characters would go about courting Paimons mama

VENTI:

-you would pick up on your daughter calling Barbatos,The god of freedom,the anemo archon,"tone deaf bard",made you hold in a laugh not be disrespectfull

-Venti will think that you agree with him being tone deaf and feel sadness wash over him,do you not like his songs? He'll be better at them he promises!

-god your daughter knew that she would get away with it,not just cause shes a child,but cause shes your child

-you reassure him dont worry and his happy

-but man dudes is love starved

-he clungs onto you like a new born (if you allow him to even be near you)

-Paimon isnt too thrilled about him acting like hes your kid,she is,you came down here to reunite with her

-Paimon wouldnt mind a second parent,that means more love,and you'll be happier (you did tell you wouldnt leave her again)

-but Venti? Yeah no,mans has to prove himself one way or another

-he will sing Paimon and you so many songs

-spoil you with everything he can (he admitted being Barbatos to be able to have VIP acess to you like all the other archons and important people)

-Paimon and him share a playfull tone and would absolutely mess with others,so this might actually work

-what do you say your grace? Venti is already worshiping you like never before

ZHONGLI:

-1# follower comin' throught

-hes so polite and devoted,being your slave would be such an honor to him,but being your husband? Your daughters father?

-he doesnt care who he has to go through

-Paimon doesnt know if she wants a dad whos so bad with the literal thing he made from his hands

-Zhongli will serve you and praise you theres no tomorow,Paimon aswell

-hes telling her the best tales he knows,spending way too much on food and toys (thats more like a point for childe but-)

-his shield is on him 24/7 with either of you with him in the wild

-but like you have power over all the elements and slay so like dont know why he does this but oh well

-he is and always will be your most devoted your grace, isnt that worth something?

CHILDE:

-spoils you and Paimon

-Zhongli isnt getting that much money from him cause now hes competiton

-Paimon and Teucer deffinetly are having playdates to get to know eachother and have fun

-they might end up being family if Childe succeds after all

-Paimon didnt like the idea of you marrying a fatui harbinger,so childe is on thin ice

-but Paimon is only so young,she could be convinced easily

-he is such a family man,hes perfect to be her father and your lover

-hes killed so many in your name,and he will leave the fatui if you wish,just consider it

TRAVELER:

-this is probably the easiest and we all know why

-they were with your daughter for so long,no one knows them like you both do,its only natural

-Paimon will however go "oh come on! Not you too! Why is everyone so intrested in Paimons mom!?"

-after all you both have control over all the elements in a way,so theyre perfect

-you took them as a vessel for a reason,right?

-but abyss twin?

-alot of drama

-Paimon is gonna tell them that if they even wish to be near you,theyd have to reconcile and apologize to the traveler!

-"say less" Paimon isnt even able to finish her sentence

-but yeah things will be difficult but oh well

#genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact childe #genshin impact venti #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact traveler #abyss twin #sagau childe #sagau zhongli #sagau venti #sagau traveler #genshin impact paimon #paimon #sagau paimon

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sky-high-standards · 7 months

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Yandere Time traveler x reader

(This is inspired by the time stuff in atsv)

He was on Earth 1344 on his patrols making sure the timelines were correct but then he bumped into someone who fell on impact on the floor (yes, I know I always make you bump into him) and that person just happened to be you he apologized and helped you up and after you left he couldn't stop thinking about you so he went back to headquarters to learn about you. It turns out that your y/n was supposed to be killed in a car crash on the 3rd of August which was tomorrow, and he couldn't let that happen something about you drew him to you it was incredibly risky to change someone's fate, but he was willing to risk it all just for you~

After he saved you he was going to try and start a relationship but someone else beat him to it. This crushed him but he wouldn't give up that easily so he altered your time line but with each he changed someone else won your heart instead of him each time he altered the timeline something catastrophic happened somewhere else no matter how hard he tried someone else was there to have you, he spent countless nights thinking of ways to make you his until one day he just snapped and took you.

When you woke up in a futuristic and cozy looking apartment with a complete stranger's arms around your waist, you started to panic you turned to see his face sleeping peacefully his black hair all messed up and the dark circles under his eyes, he seemed tired. It caught you off guard when he opened his eyes revealing beautiful amber orbs. He looked at you with a soft loving smile, you tried to get up only to find you were chained to the bed.

You could see the satisfied lovesick look on his face and just by that you knew you weren't going anywhere. At first you resisted him and refused to be anywhere near him, so he altered your memories and made you think that you always loved him. He was as happy as ever when he was with you, but good things don't last as the days went by, he noticed how weak you got day by day until one day you just disappeared, and your world disappeared with you it's crazy how one person's life being altered could wipe out an entire world your yandere was crushed to find this out and he scoured the multiverse to find another version of you but you were one of a kind.

No matter how long it takes I'll bring you back to me y/n~

Sorry it was bad

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bahbzxxx · 6 months

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Windblume Star🌹🥀

Yandere!!! Venti x Reader

Warning: Yandere content ahead. If Yandere themes make you uncomfortable, this is not the fic for you.

If you’d like a creepy and darker Venti, this is the fic for you!!!

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Venti purrs from behind you, stroking your hair. He didn’t outwardly seem too bothered that your body had completely frozen up under his touch, and that you clearly would rather shove a brick down your throat than talk to him…

But you know better. His efferverecence veils a fury that he is straining so hard to control…

He loves to remind you of this. “All for you, my darling!”

You could do with a flower in your hair, the archon decides. You’re absolutely stunning without, but maybe it would cheer you up? Yeah, that hopeless and terrified look he can guarantee is on your face right now kind of dampens the mood. To be honest, it’s really dampening his mood! Why oh can’t you be happy with him?

Venti plucks a wind-wheel aster from beside him, and chuckles as he pulls back some of your hair to expose your cheek to him. He leans into your ear as he puts the flower in your hair, finding the minuscule shudder of your body so very amusing Anything he does to you gets a reaction! Even if it’s little…you can’t hide from him forever!

“Ah…my sweet Angel…I hope you don’t mind…but I just cannot resist the image of you wearing a flower…”

He grins devilishly.

“One of my flowers.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

In return, he receives a jab in his ribs.

He’s actually in a bit of shock…

You’re already standing up, having added so much unnecessary distance between him and you. What was that for, hmm?

He looks at you and huffs. Why do you look so pale? He’s just trying to show you he loves you…

“Now now…is that really anyway to treat me?”

He gets up, and brushes himself off, giving himself a teeny tiny pat on his ribs so that, maybe, you’d get a hint that you had hurt him, and that made him sad! Why did you make him sad?

“You seem to be forgetting just the teeniest thing about me. Hmm?“

That stare. Those wide eyes. They way you’re terrified to so as BREATHE…

“Ah! I’m just messing with you, don’t be so silly!”

He walks toward you, gently holding his hands out.

“There’s no reason to worry. Don’t be afraid…don’t be afraid of me…”

You are practically frozen when he makes his way to you. His smile is gentle as he adjusts the flower in your hair. He takes it out, with the intention to put it back in. It got a bit ruffled when you…uh, made your cute little escape, yeah!

“What worries you, my Windblume star?”

His eyes. They’re so beautiful…

They’re the most terrifying eyes of all…

…

What is it with you and running off whenever he tries to be kind to you, and tries to understand you?

Venti watches, astounded that you are already so far away from him. Yes, you will never actually escape him, and naturally, the winds shielding old mondstadt from the outside know very well their one instruction from the God of Wind.

In his pale hand, the aster still sits. It’s little petals are still whirling, but barely.

The archon suffocates it with all of his might, in his fist, exercising that amazing “restraint” of his.

Yeah. You made him a little more than “sad” with that move.

Good luck, little Windblume Star!!!!

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rouecentric · 1 year

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genshin brainrot moment;

IMAGINE being isekai'd into genshin as the travelers' younger sibling before post-genshin and khaenriah.

but as you joined their travels, instead of lumine being the abyss twin, both aether and her were taken, leaving you as the chosen mc.

you assumed the characters would act as they would in-game and that you getting close to the characters wouldn't change anything.

so why, why are they acting so... weirdly?

#itgau #ITGAU #isekaid traveller genshin au #basically everyone is a platonic yandere for the reader #yes #even the siblings are yandere over reader #the platonic yandere dream #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic x reader #platonic #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #(🔮🌌) —brainrot

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daze4all · 13 days

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HSR Happy Anniversary Gift Drabbles-Not Alone in this Universe- Found Family!Astral Express Crew

Invitation Code: GU8T0T3A6N

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1. Imagine you board the Astral express...for the anniversary as new trailblazer! Found Family! Astral Express 2. Imagine MC!Trailblazer x Genshin Impact! MC! Traveller Reader Meet Drabble TBA 3. Dating Scenarios Astral express Guys Dan Heng, caelus, Welt Dating Scenarios TBA

Intro: Happy Anniversary Honkai Star Rail where will our trail take us next? Found Family! Astral Express x Reader Platonic Fluff 1. Stelleron/Aeon! Reader x MC!Traiblazer -No Longer a Newbie- Loufu- MC! & reader Bond over similar unknown origins... 2. Veteran! Gamer! Welt - Shall I Show you How it is Done?- Penacony- Old man shows off seniority and skillz 3. Bodyguard! Dragon! Dan Heng! x Reader- Keeping Warm in the Cold- Belobog- Only one room trope, heat, sleeping together..

Background: (Reader a stelleron, secret aeon, somone who has a 6th sense of other worlds like trailblazer, or with amnesia or missing memories) boards the express so caelus is no longer the newbie and they get together and figure out this strange world together and thier origins)

Intro

Pom Pom is happy you are here as he toddles back and forth with balloons and a cake balanced precariously on the tray. Everyone bedecked in the room with streamers with banners to welcome you.

"Am I really home? " you venture tremously.

After decades of searching for family and a home, you had found it with the Astral Express family. Tears welled up in your eyes as they accepted you without a past or future as one of their own.

A trailblazer among the stars.

Everyone is welcome to the express no matter their past or future Mother! Himeko hummed, welcoming, sweet, and gentle.

"Let's take a picture to commemorate" Middle kid! March cheers camera ready

"I brought the cake!" Cheers. Chaotic! Trailblazer Caelus

"Don't you dare smash it on someone's face like last time" warns Older Brother! Dan Heng watching trash raccoon trailblazer carefully ready to defend any victims of cake slinging.

"I'll cut it to make sure everyone gets there for share" Father!Welt says holding the knife aloft as both his glasses and the knife gleam ominously causing everyone to shrink away worriedly "

"Who wants the first piece? Oi why is everyone backing away? "miffed Father! Welt adjusts his glasses.

"I do~! Both Middle!March and Youngest! Trailblazer rush over to quarrel over who gets cake first but decide by deadly game of rock paper scissors as Older Sibling! Dan Heng sighs and faces palms in the corner. The parents chuckle and everyone is eager to happily munch on cake.

"Ah but first blow out the candles new trailblazer!" invited Mom! Himeko warmly as she lights them with her fire path powers to the oohs and ahhs of everyone on the Express.

"One

TWO

THREE!"

"Welcome to the Astral Express family!"

Happy anniversary/birthday trailblazers~! It's been a fun wild ride and I look forward to our trailblazing adventures ahead.

To the stars and beyond!

Or do you want to join another way and date one of the crew? Upcoming: One-shots for dating the express guys during travels

Also shamelessly for those who return or join the Trailblaze since I'm doing this free advertising for fun here's my code~

Also, feel free to friend me as need the credits to build my characters ~ plus fun chats over who to simp for lol !

Invitation Code: GU8T0T3A6N

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yandere-3-sagau · 11 months

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The Unawakened Creator

Yandere!SAGAU x Creator!Reader

Imposter AU

Short summary: You’re isekai’d but without anything to prove you’re the creator (you are referred to as reader/creator/imposter)

warning(s): ANGSTTT, abuse, torture, blood, gore, self-harm, mentions of suicide, masochism, sadism, plague, divine punishment, revenge

word count: 1403

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Imagine reader isekai’s and like usual they’re mistaken for an imposter and hunted. However, this time there’s no proof to show that they’re the creator. Their blood isn’t gold, their tears don’t crystallize. It really is like they’re just a regular person with the face of the creator.

With no powers and no one to believe them, reader is imprisoned almost immediately. The acolytes, so disgusted with the “imposter” do everything they can to make reader suffer before the date of their execution.

Reader’s cell is deep in the basement. Cold and damp with no light. The floor is dirt and their only companions are the rats and bugs that crawl around. The acolytes starve them for days before giving them nothing but dirty water to drink and moldy bread.

Acolytes visit them to throw countless piercing words and to have their turn at abusing them. By the time it reaches their execution date, reader is already covered in bruises with a few minor fractures.

The execution is exclusive, with only the most loyal acolytes having the pleasure to witness the downfall of this despicable “imposter.”

The acolytes gather around the reader’s pitiful form and the abuse they suffered in the cell wasn’t enough. Reader is sliced over and over again, allowing everyone to see their “dirty, imposter blood” spill.

Reader’s throat grows hoarse from begging and screaming for just a bit of mercy. Yet all that surround them were looks of disdain and some of satisfaction. Slowly, the hope diminished from their eyes.

Going insane from the pain, starvation, and humiliation, the “imposter” begins to laugh. Even as their throat is so sore from crying, the laugh is so loud that it startles the acolytes.

Disgusted by them, one acolyte decides to deliver the killing blow. A sharp spear straight to their heart. However, just as the weapon hits reader’s vital organ, there is a flash of light.

When the light fades and the acolytes regain their sight, they are shocked by the glowing golden eyes of the so-called imposter. They freeze in disbelief as they watch the previously red blood turn into a glittering golden right before their eyes.

The acolyte that delivered the killing blow has their body wracked with sobs, hands trembling.

The creator suddenly looks up at them, smiling. But it isn’t the warm and welcoming smile that they all dreamed of seeing. It is cold and filled with pure, pure rage.

The creator shuffles towards them.

In the completely silent field, the creator’s voice is carried by the wind, reaching each of the acolytes.

“Why did you stop?” the creator asks.

The bruised and cut up hands of the creator wrap around the acolytes hand that was holding the weapon.

In the front of all the acolytes, the creator uses their hand to stab themself multiple times. Pints and pints of golden blood spill out of their wounds, splashing on the ground.

Frozen with shock, the acolytes can do nothing but watch.

Despite stabbing themself multiple times, reader doesn’t flinch. However, at every squelch of the weapon entering their creator’s body, the acolytes cringe and shake.

“How is it? Is it enough? Do you need more?”

Seeing the horrified looks on their faces, reader decides it isn’t enough. They send the weapon straight into their eye, hearing the acolytes gasp and cry. The acolyte holding the weapon finally snaps back into reality and drops the weapon immediately.

All around them, the creator hears countless thuds as the acolytes drop to their knees. A chorus of cries, begging for forgiveness and for mercy.

Reader laughs at the irony.

“What’s wrong…Why do you guys look like that? Just a minute ago you seemed to enjoy watching me get sliced and stabbed.”

Apologizes stream out so fast that it hurts reader’s head.

“Oh…you’re apologizing? For which part? For torturing me? For smiling as I begged and screamed for help?”

“I will never forget a single thing you have said to me. Every action I have experienced will be forever engrained in my heart and mind. Your apologizes mean nothing.”

Reader forces the acolytes to stare at them, all of the wounds with golden blood dripping from their body and soaking the ground beneath them.

“If this is how you treat me as a weak mortal with no power, then you do not deserve my mercy.”

The creator was never seen again after that. But the acolytes know that they haven’t left, that reader hasn’t forgotten and certainly hasn’t forgiven them.

Everything that was done to the creator is returned.

Just as reader was trapped in the darkness, there is no more sun. The clouds are always shrouding the lands in gloomy darkness. Not even the stars could be seen.

Just as reader was starved, crops everywhere refuse to grow. Food from animals are spoiled almost instantly, causing the majority of Teyvat to go into famine.

Just as they suffered from the pain of their torture, the nations are filled with a horrible, excruciating plague.

The acolytes pray and beg but it only makes the creator angrier.

Where was the mercy when they were the one on their knees begging?

Years go by and the population of Teyvat begins to dwindle. The acolytes decide they finally had enough, and that even though it’s their divine creator causing this disaster and that it’s the acolyte’s own fault, the archons cannot allow their people to suffer any longer. They track down the creator with the intent to put a stop to their terror.

Reader hears that they are hunting them down and decides to let the acolytes find them.

The acolytes do not want to kill them but they hope to defeat reader so as to stop the pain inflicted on the people of Teyvat. The acolytes prepare long and hard for the battle fully aware that they’ll be going against the God of Gods, the reason for their existence.

Only, reader has no intention of winning from the start. In fact, their creator doesn’t even put up a fight. Reader wants the acolytes to succeed in killing them.

During their time alone, reader has tried to off themselves several times just to return back to their original world…but each time they tried, they failed and were forced to live in the godforsaken land that is Teyvat.

“You tortured me as a mortal, now you want to kill me as your god?…Well, then go ahead. Do it.”

The acolytes are hesitant until their creator says,

“If you fail to kill me now, Teyvat will suffer even more disaster than before.”

With no other choice, the acolytes attempt to kill their beloved creator. But no matter how many fatal blows they give the creator, no matter how many times their creator is struck down, they never die.

The creator lets out a piercing scream that makes the acolyte’s heart clench in despair. The acolytes unconsciously pull back their blows thinking that it’s a scream of pain… but it’s a scream full of anguish.

“Why?!” reader screams. “Why can’t I die?!” glittering tears mixed with golden blood stream down their face.

That’s when the acolytes realize that this was the creator’s plan all along… to leave them.

It’s not fair, reader thinks. Reader is able to feel all this pain and suffering but they are unable to die. All anger, revenge and bitterness leave the creator’s eyes as the emptiness sinks in. The creator sits there, completely silent.

Suddenly, the skies begin to clear, and green plants start regrowing all around what used to be barren land.

The creator doesn’t move an inch. They don’t respond as the acolytes speak to them. Even as the acolytes tend to their wounds, reader stays completely still like a lifeless doll. The acolytes would have thought that they had succeeded killing them if it weren’t for the endless stream of tears rolling down their frozen face.

The acolytes should be overjoyed that the creator is finally done with their revenge… but they are unable to feel anything but sadness.

The acolytes thought that the wrath and the hatred of their beloved creator was the worst pain that they could feel…but as they stare at the current state of the creator, they realize that nothing hurts worse than seeing reader, an empty shell of what they once were… and knowing that the acolytes themselves are the cause of it.

(now that I’m back im posting all of my drafts)

#yandere genshin #genshin impact #yandere sagau #yanderexreader #genshin cult au #sagau #acolytes #imposter #creator #yandere #archons #Yandere archons #genshin x reader #traveler #unawakened reader #unawakened creator

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