Falsifying Identities Is A Crime [Double Trouble SAGAU]

Falsifying Identities is a Crime [Double Trouble SAGAU]

-> 《Traveler, Albedo, Zhongli, Heizou》

As your doppelgänger now twin remains stuck in their golden cage being worshipped, you travel around Tevyat to find more clues about the being known as the 'Creator'; the lore of Genshin Impact -because that's what got you playing the game in the first place-; and warding off suspicion that you're more than a mere body double for your twin.

MASTERLIST

THE TRAVELER 《VIATOR & VIATRIX》

The one you need to watch out for the most was, surprisingly, the Traveler. They were there since the beginning of the game, your first vessel as the two of you travel across Tevyat with Paimon to discover the truth of Tevyat. While the Traveler wasn't as close to the Creator as some of the acolytes; wasn't as worshipful and dogged every step of the immortal, they were very much attuned to the Creator's energy and warmth presence.

So when the Traveler felt more drawn towards the 'body double' moreso than the Creator themselves, suspicion quickly formed.

"You and the Creator share many similarities." You jolt, turning to face the Traveler as they lean against a bookcase, golden eyes narrowed at you with a wary gaze. The Traveler managed to corner you in the corners of their mansion in the Serenitea Pot, having sent Paimon to Xiangling prior for a 'commission'.

Now it was just you, them, and the book in your hands detailing Zhongli's failed attempts to hide the fact he's the Geo Archon amongst his people.

You laugh, trying to brush off the panic which was quickly settling in your mind. "I was created in their image, the fact that we are similar in both looks and nature should be logical enough," You excused.

The Traveler let out an indifferent hum, "That is true, the both of you do have your differences though."

You nod, "Of course, the Creator once told me that having some differences would be good for the both of us. They said something about 'growing' and 'independance', but it was said so cryptically that I didn't quite understand." That's a complete lie, but the Traveler doesn't need to know that. "It's kind of like you and your sibling, Lumine/Aether. Although the both of you are similar in looks and nature, you are two different people in the end, right?"

The Traveler gave a nod, smiling in understanding, "I see where you're getting at. I do have one last question however."

They took one step closer, eyes shinning a predatory gleam as the articial sunlight bounced through the window.

"The Creator themselves didn't know the name of my sibling, so how did you know?"

Later on, as your twin tended to the forming bruise on your forehead, you confessed throwing a book at the Traveler as a distraction and ran- only to slam headfirst into a wall in the midst of your panic.

If the Traveler was more attentive to your presence the next day and after, it went completely unnoticed as your twin blew up the kitchen as a distraction.

ALBEDO 《PRINCEPS CRETACEUS》

The second person who might deconstruct the story you and your doppelgänger created piece by piece and drag the truth to the light. As a homonculus himself and the lore regarding Durin and Rhinedottir which you are aware of, this man would be wary of you right from the start as 'someone made of the Creator's flesh and blood'.

If it weren't the fact you were announced to the acolytes as 'The Creator's Darling Twin/Body Double But We Don't Talk About That', you would've been kidnapped and experimented on.

... thinking back on it, wouldn't it be easier to have Albedo as an accomplice from the start so they could have some sort of alchemy excuse?

For the past few days you had a stalker as you traveled through lnazuma. The person had skillfully hid their presence, disappearing before you could notice them and convicing any witnesses that the two of you were well-acquainted and playing a demented game of Red Light Green Light.

Unfortunately for your stalker, the Inazuman gossip mill about a young man painting hillichurls in the wild managed to reach your ears.

You could've confess the entire situation to your twin, of course, but they were too busy reining in their darling acolytes that the two of you had less time to spent together. (You won't deny the fact you'd also been avoiding Traveler and Paimon, their all-knowing eyes could mean a slip of a tongue and ruin everything you two were working towards.)

After a couple of days, you decided to handle the problem by yourselves. This meant cornering and interrogating your stalker head-on.

"Why are you following me?" Albedo's inquisitive eyes seem to tear you apart layer by layer. There was no witness to you pointing a sword at the Mondstadt Alchemist in the middle of the field except the beaten up hilichurls.

"The Creator assigned me to guard you." He finally answered. The smooth, dulcet voice had you nearly captivated as he pinned you down with a sharp gaze, "It's a mere matter of safety, especially for you."

"If it were a matter of safety, my Creator would've told me from the start instead of hiding it from me." You countered, "What's more, why would they assign you, the Chief Alchemist and Investigation Captain of Mondstadt, of all people as my bodyguard?"

The monotoned expression on his face lightened up, revealing a cunning smirk that disappeared as quick as it had appeared, "You are well-informed."

"The Creator might have informed you about my history, as a fellow synthetic human I would like to exchange notes about the process."

"... excuse me?" Process? Does he mean the lore about how Gold created the homonculus?

You blink, putting on an apologetic grin as you bowed to him, "Apologies, I am unaware of the process myself. Perhaps you can ask my Creator when you have the chance, they're more knowledgeable about Rhinedottir's research regarding the Primordial Human Project than I am."

"... I see, I would like to have more enlightening conversations with you in the near future. You're quite an interesting converser."

ZHONGLI 《LAPIS DEI》

As the oldest of the Archons, he has followed and worshipped the Creator of Tevyat as long as he could remember. He was knowledgeable about the history of the Creator, their passions and their faults, their dreams that lie beyond Celestia's reach, and so much more.

With the appearance of his Creator's 'body double', however, he starts to question if he truly knew his darling immortal.

It was a mistake. A stupid, foolish mistake that not even a monkey with zero common sense would commit. You could've walked off the second he approached you with that cheery grin; the second he opened his mouth and sprouted about 'bonding' and 'getting to know each other'.

But the Anemo Archon was as charming as he appeared in-game, and so you were dragged into a drinking contest with Venti at Angel's Share.

Now, you sat with a massive hangover but petty pride over your win against Venti and patiently waited for Zhongli's tea to finish brewing. You assumed Mihoyo had overestimated the time taken for Zhongli's tea, but looking at the ticking clock for the past two hours you knew better.

"... may I assume the reason you pulled me aside for your hangover tea was not for the sake of niceties?"

Zhongli paused, you realised that angering the oldest Archon was a huge mistake before he spoke, "I would like to make a contract with you."

You blinked, spots appearing briefly in your vision, "Contract? What for?"

The immortal took a seat facing you, cat-eyes holding a dangerous gleam as though he would tear you apart at any moment, "To ensure the safety of the Creator and your chances of being a traitor of Tevyat null."

You shrugged, "Ok, can I have time to read through it and ask Yanfei for a second opinion?"

Zhongli blinked, likely surprised at your admission, before he pulled out a ready-made contract, "I had assumed you would be more offended at my words."

"Your concern for the Creator is valid. Plus, as the Yanwang Dijun of Liyue and the God of Contracts, I trust you would not trick me so easily." You answered as you skimmed over the contract, missing the wide-eyed look the Archon had given you.

You noticed something in particular and blinked, "Can I ask for clarification on the Time of Performance Clause 1 (b)?"

"Of course." Zhongli hummed, leaning forward.

"It says here that 'I must cease all contact with the Creator for at least 11 months every year to perform my duties as an international ambassador'. Can you remove it in case the Creator requires my assistance or an emergency happens, I need to be there as the Creator's body double."

You must be hallucinating the bashful look the Geo Archon had as he took back the contract, "Apologies, that one was a spur of a moment decision."

HEIZOU 《CERVUS MINOR》

Ranking second after Albedo who would see past your lies with a quick and simple deduction, the detective is a terrifying foe to have if you're trying desperately to keep a secret. You, however, were in his sight the moment your doppelgänger introduced you as their body double- a fascinating mystery his darling Creator had practically gift-wrapped for him to solve.

He knows all your little habits from playing the game down to every last detail: which acolyte you favoured the most, your favourite meal to cook, which nation's stories you enjoy the most based on your adventures... be careful to not slip up or you'll end up in his handcuffs.

Inazuma was a truly dangerous place. Asides from the murderous lightning trees and lightning water which you fell prey to multiple times while adventuring, the Inazuman acolytes were a different breed of terrifying all together.

Currently, you were hog-tied to a chair in the middle of the woods by the one person you were told to avoid at all costs. Granted, you had been ambushed and drugged the second you pass by the Tenryou Commission headquarters but you didn't think anyone would try to kidnap you in broad daylight.

"Your attempts to hide from me were truly impressive, especially the time you jumped out of the window of a second floor building." Heizou purred, a playful smirk on his face as he stalked in front of you, "Man alive, our little game must come to an end, unfortunately, as I am on a tight deadline."

I really hope someone reports me being kidnapped, you mourned. Unfortunately, judging the fact none of those Tenryou soliders stepped in when Heizou kidnapped you, your chances of rescue were null.

Your head hit the back of the chair as Heizou continued to stare at you like an unsolved murder case, mind drifting back to your doppelgänger's words a few weeks back before your departure to Inazuma.

"I don't know how he interpreted my words, but avoid Shikanoin Heizou at all costs." Your doppelgänger warned, bright eyes darkened as though they were haunted by certain memories, "That detective... has a particularly annoying habit of 'investigating' everything about me no matter what."

"The Creator surprised all of us when you were first introduced." Heizou began, "The flimsy excuse they gave about your 'birth' wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the complete truth either."

Heizou stepped closer, his stormy grey eyes were unreadable and utterly terrifying the longer you stared, "How much do you know about the Creator?"

You blinked, "Huh?"

"How much do you know about the Creator?" The detective repeated, a sickly sweet smile on his face, "As their 'body double', you're privy to many of their secrets and habits which remain hidden from even the most trusted acolytes: their favourite meal; their favourite perfume and outfits; the acolyte they dote most upon; their sleeping habits and favourite position to sleep in which I wasn't quite able to figure out after I got caught-"

"Hold on, you spied on the Creator when they were sleeping?" You were absolutely horrified.

Heizou blinked out of his trance, giving you a confuse look, "Yeah? The Creator is most vulnerable in their sleep, as a detective it's my job to protect the Creator from any criminals who dare to disturb their rest."

He calmly puts a hand on his chin, "I wasn't the only one, that adeptus Liyuen who keeps stalking the rooftop has been caught multiple times now."

You stared, "... you really do have sensitive emotions for people you think shine the brightest."

Heizou paused, staring at you unblinkingly before he shoots you a smile so innocent, so bright, that is sent shivers down your spine.

"Interesting~ it'll be so much fun uncovering each and every one of your secrets~"

Doppelgänger: I heard you won a bet against Venti in a drinking contest, s p i l l

You: If he won, I had to leave you and sleep for a hundred years with a spell he's creating. If I won, he would help out at Angel's Share in a maid outfit to pay off his debt

Doppelgänger: ... is it a french maid outfit?

You: absolutely who do you think I am

Traveler: I don't know either of you

A Series of Sumeru Mishaps [Double Trouble SAGAU]

A body double takes on the land of wisdom and dreams. Meanwhile, the ordinary and extraordinary folk alike are swept into the maelstorm of chaos that is their Creator’s ‘international ambassador’.

Aka the -Sumeru 3.0 update consumed me like fungi so here we are- special edition. Also known as -Tighnari didn’t come home and threw a Jean at me so I’m venting- edition.

MASTERLIST

Sumeru was brimming with both life and death, which you came to learn when you stumbled onto a patch of land reeking of absolute corruption. It was a horrifying yet heartbreaking sight, where the vitality of nature was poisoned by the strange red plants, the air itself suffocated your lungs with the stench of death.

“This looks really terrifying realistically…” You murmured, about to bolt the other way when you noticed something peculiar and green dogging your footsteps, “Huh?”

Patches of fresh grass trailed behind you, like you had purified the very land you stepped on. It was quickly overtaken by the withering again but you had enough time to process what you just saw.

“… can I simply stomp out those withering tumors?”

✾~✾~✾

“Someone already dealt with the withering zone in the southeast?” Tighnari questioned, ears standing rigid in his confusion as he stared at the forest ranger.

“Huh, how strange… whoever our little helper is they are either unfortunate enough to stumble into the withering zone or foolish enough to deal with it on their own.” Tighnari didn’t mince his words.

In the back of Tighnari’s mind, he wondered if this had any connection to the appearance of the Creator’s sibling before he shook his head. While the sibling has proven themselves to be highly troublesome- the sibling’s tendency to tackle and cuddle the wildlife instantly came to mind- they wouldn’t be that reckless, right?

Right???

Somewhere, a sneeze sounded from amongst a cuddle pile consisting of Rishboland tigers and a tired body double.

The customers of Lambad’s tavern have grown used to the sight of the Creator’s international ambassador lounging around like a sun-tanning cat. What they haven’t grown used to, however, was the utter strangeness of their actions.

Every evening, the ambassador would walk into the tavern and take the empty table in the far corner. Ordering only a drink and dessert, they would blankly stare at the wall for hours before they leave.

One day, Lambad decided to finally ask about his strange customer’s behaviour- it wasn’t because several concerned customers gave him an exorcist’s phone number, of course not-.

The answer Lambad received only unnerved him even further.

“Oh, the music for your tavern is quite soothing to listen to.” The ambassador replied nonchalantly.

Somehow, Lambad felt cold amidst the warm atmosphere of his own tavern.

The tavern owner stumbled, confused and a little terrified, “But- the tavern doesn’t play music?”

A cryptid smile was his final answer, and Lambad ran away under the guise of getting more food. The ambassador’s humming haunted his retreating figure.

The gossip rushing through Sumeru that evening only strengthened the rumours of a 'mad foreigner’ or 'the Creator hears the music of the winds, serenaded by the adoring Anemo Archon’.

Surprisingly enough, those two rumours never got connected to one another.

✾~✾~✾

“As the Creator’s ambassador and body double you must be aware of the dangers the rainforest presents, correct?” Tighnari’s ears twitched in irritation as you guiltily knelt dogeza-style before him.

“So why would you fool-hardily run to a ruin drake and let it attack you? Have you lost your sense of awareness? Did you perhaps eat one of those mushrooms I specifically told you not to?”

The forest ranger’s calm voice took an underlining growl, stifling his instincts to lock you in his room and prevent you from running headfirst into danger.

Perhaps you won’t notice if your injuries took you a little longer to heal?

“… OST.”

Tighnari snapped out of his thoughts, “Pardon?”

You sheepishly avoided his stern gaze, “The battle OST was so good that I have the habit of… finding new enemies just to listen to it?”

“… so you did eat those hallucinogenic mushrooms.”

✾~✾~✾

Port Ormos was no stranger to eccentric individuals, especially since it readily welcomes and houses Akademiya students who had to trade their genius minds for something- if you’d questioned the older folk around the docks, they would tell you of a strange Akademiya student who used to come around the evening to throw bags into the river while cackling. It was only after that student’s expulsion did people realised those bags he threw were his failed experiments: dead mice, dead fungi, missing people, etc.-

It was quite normal to see a student from the Akademiya having an existential crisis or being arrested in public. But the person wildly dancing in the middle of the street was not from the Akademiya.

In fact, the madman strangely resembled the tiny memorial statues of the Creator.

“Mom, is that person alright?” A young boy innocently pointed at the twirling figure.

His mother quickly ushered him away, “Ignore them, sweetie, and pray to the Creator that their troubled soul is laid to rest.”

“If fungi bad, why cute?” Arapaha had no idea how to deal with the Rainbow Not-Nara. The trees had welcomed the Not-Nara with wealthy growth, the winds joyously sang and the waters have turned a pure blue for the return of the Rainbow Not-Nara.

And yet-

“Release the bad shroom-kin, Rainbow Not-Nara! Shroom-kin bad, and not cute!” Aragana, their youngest, fumed, bouncing as they angrily waved their stick at the Rainbow Not-Nara.

This particular group of Aranara had stumbled upon their Rainbow Not-Nara by accident, having followed the sound of someone singing Arana’s music off-key.

They expected to find the Golden Nara and Paimon, though the Golden Nara’s singing was more harmonious and deeper than this particular voice.

The Rainbow Not-Nara choking cuddling a group of fungi in the middle of a cave was certainly not what they expected to find.

The Rainbow Not-Nara’s aura turned gloomy, like blackened skies and red cubes descending, as their grasp around the unusually still fungi tightened, “Fungi is cute!”

“That’s not true!” Aragana blustered, “Aragana is way more good than that bad shroom-kin! A-And way more cuter!”

Silence descended upon the clearing.

“Aragana, if you wanted me to hold you too you could’ve just say so…” Rainbow Not-Nara spoke gently, like dewdrops upon the fragile leaves in the midst of a rainstorm, loosening their grip to make room for the stuttering Aranara.

The fungus made its move at that very moment.

“AHHH BAD SHROOM-KIN!! RELEASE THE RAINBOW NOT-NARA’S FACE BAD SHROOM-”

You: it’s an onion

Doppelgänger: for the last time it’s a tree-

You: *waves at the Tree of Dreams* it’s just a gigantic space onion, you can’t change my mind

Doppelgänger: You- Traveler, tell them!

Traveler: … Paimon thought it was a giant onion when we found it too

Paimon: You traitor! You asked that Aranara if the tree was edible!

About nicebonescomrade

Hey, @nicebonescomrade wanted me to relay the message that she had to delete their parents made them delete their account. They weren’t happy she was posting stuff and talking to strangers online.

The doc with all of her writing should still be working.

Here’s the link:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nXyigcOgD34q8SSIAhNszLkBHa7vPwOkbiCSk6753BE/edit?usp=drivesdk

he gives you his sweatshirt headcanons. part three.

part one. part two.

including: kazuha, xiao, and al haitham.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.

notes: literally writing part four right now.

kazuha.

“what are you doing?”

you immediately dropped the sweatshirt you were holding and spun towards its owner, plastering what you hoped looked like an innocent smile on your face. 

kazuha thought it looked entirely guilty. 

“nothing,” you said, clasping your hands behind your back. 

kazuha raised his eyebrows and peered at the sweatshirt abandoned on the floor behind you. 

“nothing?” he asked, incredulous. you shifted to stand directly in front of the sweatshirt and nodded, a little too eagerly for it to be convincing. 

“nothing at all,” you confirmed. 

“i don’t think stealing my sweatshirt is a whole lot of nothing,” kazuha said, side stepping you to pick it up. gently, he folded the sweatshirt and placed it back in an open drawer—

you mentally kicked yourself. you forgot to close it.

“okay, okay,” you said, holding your hands up in admittance. “it just looked so comfortable…” 

you trailed off. kazuha turned back to you, and with a gentle smile, replied, “yes, i know it is. but you have your own.”

“but i want yours,” you said, almost whining. 

“give me one good reason why you want mine over yours,” kazuha challenged.

“your sweatshirt is soft and comfortable and oversized—”

“so are yours—”

“and yours smell like you,” you finished. kazuha opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. you sighed, figuring kazuha was just trying to find the right words to deny you again, and continued, “it’s fine though. i don’t need it.”

you thought that was the end of it. the conversation was certainly over at that point, and you thought you might never wear his sweatshirt. maybe kazuha just didn’t want you touching his stuff, much less his clothes. 

but when you came home after waving kazuha off on another voyage with the crux and found his sweatshirt, laid out for you on the kitchen table, you realized that maybe he did want you to wear it after all. 

xiao.

xiao always appeared right after you called his name, and this time was no different. 

“what?” he demanded, a little impatient. “i just left. what could you possibly want now?”

a little taken aback at his harsh tone, you hesitated, and said, “you… you forgot this.” you gestured to the sweatshirt in your arms, large and oversized.

xiao’s eyes widened by a fraction before they narrowed. curiously, you might have thought he was pouting. but that wouldn’t make sense. you thought that maybe he was just annoyed he forgot it in the first place? you wondered if you were wrong to summon him for such a slight mistake. 

xiao snatched the sweatshirt from you, and without another word, he was gone. 

after your next date, xiao forgot his sweatshirt… again. this time, as to not bother xiao by summoning him again over such a trivial matter, you returned it to him the following day. but still that unhappy pout, and you were quite sure it was a pout now, persisted. 

you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. 

on the third time it happened, xiao looked even more annoyed and… was that disappointment?

“are you not relieved? to have it back?” you asked. 

xiao didn’t say anything, and you thought he wasn’t going to respond, before he replied, “no. i am not.”

“what? why? i haven’t worn it or—“

“that’s the problem,” he said, cutting you off. feeling a little bold, and feeling like he should have done this in the first place, xiao gently placed the sweatshirt over your very confused head. “don’t make me spell it out for you, [you]. just… wear it. please.”

you pulled your arms through the sleeves and poked your head out from the top. you still looked a little perplexed, but nodded all the same. “okay… sure, i will. thanks.”

it was only then that xiao at last felt relief. you were finally wearing his sweatshirt. 

he just hoped you wouldn’t return it next time he saw you. 

al haitham.

al haitham was intelligent. he was so incredibly intelligent that it took you by surprise on numberous occasions. 

but right now, you could only think that he was possibly, just a little, kind of, maybe… dumb. well, maybe that wasn’t the right word for it. if your vocabulary was nearly half as large as his, you might have a better word to describe it. perphaps ignorant was better? or maybe dense?

whatever it was, al haitham just… wasn’t getting it. you asked for his sweatshirt and he, for all his intelligence, didn’t seem to understand why. 

when he asked you as much, you responded, “because… it’s cold?”

a flimsy excuse, and you both knew it. during the middle of the day, the sumeru desert was anything but. 

“it’s not—“

“i know, i know,” you said, cutting him off. you were growing frustrated now. your previous explanations of the sweatshirt being comfortable and perfectly oversized didn’t cut it, either. 

honestly, this was all so unnecessary. couldn’t al haitham, who knew you had a crush on him and felt a begruding affection for you in return, just give you his sweatshirt?

“i really don’t see a reason why you need to wear my sweatshirt,” al haitham stated. 

“maybe because i like you and it’s just something cute? like what couples do?”

you wanted to take back the words as soon as they left your mouth. you hadn’t wanted to officially confess your feelings to al haitham, but unfortunately for you, you did just that. 

“i didn’t realize we were a couple.” al haitham grinned, smug and knowing. it was then that you realized you might have underestimated him. 

he was smart enough to know why you asked him for his sweatshirt, and even more so to understand he was expected to give it to you. but why not have a little fun with it? and he even managed to get a confession out of you along the way. 

you sighed, both resenting and admiring that wicked mind of his. “you… i can’t believe— whatever. we’ll talk about thatlater, but… can i still have the sweatshirt?”

al haitham, done with his scheme, nodded. the sweatshirt was just as comfortable and warm as you imagained, perfect for cool desert nights. 

you had his sweatshirt. but more importantly, you had al haitham and his heart, both wrapped around your little finger. 

just a brainrot to comfort myself…

warnings: anxiety, despersonalization, desrealization, not a formatted fic.

when you go through anxiety episodes, kazuha would be just like an oasis in the middle of the desert. he has this calming aura, like tranquil waves and a gentle breeze flow around the space close to him.

and when your thoughts are too loud, too jumbled and messy, reality’s lines blurring, your mind not being able to register what you actually did or if you imagined it, kazuha is your anchor.

when you feel like you’re floating adrift, to the currents of spiralling thoughts, kazuha’s warm embrace pulls you out of the dark; his touch, his warmth, his scent, taking you back to a reality with him, to the place where you know everything will be okay; the kisses he leaves in your hair as his hands trace patterns on your back proof he’s got you, that none of those thoughts of doom racing your mind are to become a reality.

and in that moment you know as long as he is with you and you find your way to him, everything will be okay and you will be safe.

Melody of love

genre - fluff, modern au

Pairing - Kazuha x gn!reader

some hc’s of boyfriend!Kazuha playing a guitar

a/n - after seeing that official art of Kazuha playing guitar…. I just…. HE LOOKS SO????

Boyfriend!Kazuha who didn’t tell you about about playing guitar until you visited his apartment one day, seeing the guitar in his bedroom.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who gets shy after you ask him to play a piece on his guitar, but will comply because it’s you.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who looks so, so gorgeous playing the instrument. The way he looks so focused, his soft smile, his hands makes you swoon over him and fall more inlove with him.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who offers to teach you how to play his guitar, saying that the two of you will be able to spend more time together. And of course, you say yes.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who positions your hands and fingers correctly on the guitar, teaching you what note is which and how to play it.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who grins when you get the hang of it, whispering in your ear how good you’re doing. From time to time, he will grab your hand and run his fingers over yours.

Boyfriend!Kazuha who sweetly kisses the top of your head when you play the piece he taught you.

Also sorry for being inactive!!! You got two choices smau will eventually start and I’m so sorry for the wait!