My First Time To Actually Read Something Like This Since I'm Not Familiar With Genshin. So Worth It

my first time to actually read something like this since I'm not familiar with genshin. so worth it

SAGAU Imposter AU! But Reader Gets More and More Followers As They Saw How Sentient Teyvat Is To You

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Everything about you is different from any other being, it may not be seen at first glance but if they stare hard enough they can see how sentient Teyvat become whenever you're around it.

How the grass and flowers grows beneath your feet, each of the flowers that grown happily nears you, the sun becomes more gentle with it's everglowing ember surface, the tree shading you and the wind was singing dancing happily just from seeing you.

They knew and recognised you as their One and Only Creator's Beloved Descendants. Their Original Creator may have died a long time ago but their descendants never truly perished just like that because if they do, Teyvat would crumble in grieve and chaos.

The Imposter that claimed to be the Creator was sitting on the golden throne, with some favoured acolytes by their sides. You stood your ground because you knew you're never truly alone, Teyvat is with you. It can feel your emotions, your sadness can cause rain to poor non stop, your anger will make the skies darken and lighting strikes at anyone who dares defies you and your happiness can make the world all more brighter and much colourful than it is from before.

You went into hiding in Sumeru rainforest, that is where Teyvat can connect with you the more easily. The Aranaras surrounds your body, healing you desperately. The golden wounds on your body starts to close up, only leaving golden scars. You were woken up with a soft lullabies from the small forest creatures, "The Golden World has awaken!" it yells but not enough to make you quiver in fear. They are the creature of forest, you knew because of how close you felt to them.

"Hello little one." You smiled softly at it, holding it into your arms and petting it. "Have you found and saved me?' It nodded eagerly. As more Aranara approach you, it introduces itself "This Aranara name's is Arakunti." you giggled at how adorable it is "Hello Arakunti~"

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There were two Rishboland Tigers that you had decided to keep, One was named Lieu and the other was Daru.

They were so cute and Teyvat brought them to you since they knew how you liked felines, regardless if it's big or small. Since they were truly favored by you, they were blessed to ascend as a divine familiar companians for you.

You danced alongside of blue hydro fungis, there were a lot of creatures from the forest surrounding you. Surprisingly the Aranara didn't fight with the Fungis since how calm and happy they are to be with you too. Your hair was decorated with all kinds of flowers.

Nilou who was venturing in the wild for inspiration to gain the favour of her so called "Majesty" was stopped at the sight of you, you danced and sing.. So angelically.

She admires how the viparyas and sumeru roses was braided into your hair, you look just like how she would depict the Goddess of Flowers. The damp root of the rainforest tree broke under her weight, making her slip from her footing and fall out of hiding. This alerted the creatures of the forest, it immediately went into defensive mode and surrounds you protectively.

Nilou was both impressed and scared, Lieu and Daru glowered their eyes making the red haired girl quiver under their fierce hungry gaze.

"Nilou?" Your voice stuttered out..

How? How did an imposter like you, know her name when her own Creator couldn't? She sees how the soft gaze of concern filled your eyes, warmth filled her body. A feeling that feels like she was covered in a warm blanket, safely tucked in like a baby about to put to sleep. It clicked immediately in her working brain,

You are her Creator

Tears began pooling in her eyes, had it finally hit her. For how much you were hunted, tortured and almost killed. When you disappeared so suddenly, the people of Teyvat thought of how you were dead. They even cheered for your death...

"Your Majesty, it's you.." her voice broke, you hesitantly get closer to her. Hugging her being as she cries in the embrace, it hurted her so much at the fact that you were scarred. She cries in grievance and devastation, for how long has she worshipped a false copy of you when the real one was simply mistaken as it.

"Little one, why are you crying?" You voiced your genuine concerned curiousity.

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Cyno, The General Mahamatra. Was at first suspicious of Nilou, why she seems distant and slowly stops trying to gain the favour of their Creator. He noticed the look she gave eventhough it was brief he still noticed it, it was pure anger and loathing. Even he was surprised at the fact that she was capable of such emotions.

Why would she have such gaze, even if he doesn't worship the Creator crazily like other acolytes but he still respect them atleast a bit. He met up with Tighnari, telling the fennec fox about Nilou. How he has a feeling she is doing something behind their back, Tighnari was thoughtful and listens to the general. They agreed to spy secretly on Nilou, recording her movement on where she was going.

Tighnari was surprised when he saw her going deeper into the rainforest, so deep that he was afraid that she might already get bitten off by any of the forest creatures. Cyno and Tighnari looked at eachother and nod, silently following the redheaded woman. Before they could even knew, Many Rishboland Tigers and large fungis surrounding them. They were cornered, at first thinking that it was best to fight them off but now it looks like it's impossible.

Cuts and bruises were everywhere on them, Nilou wasn't there but they were still concerned for the girl. "Your Majesty!" Nilou's voice was concerned but who is she calling your majesty? The animals finally stops attacking them, they were weak and tired.

That's when they finally saw you, stepping in front of the creatures. "Why have you come here?" Your eyes were cautious but it looked like you alraady knew them for a long time. "You. Aren't you the so called imposter?!" Cyno pointed out.

"Watch your mouth, Cyno! You should already know who is the real one already!" Nilou yelled at him, extending her arm in front of you. Eventhough she can't compete with the General Mahamatra, that doesn't mean she won't protect you until she dies.

'What—' he looks around, seeing how the creatures gather around you. none of them was mind controlled, Tighnari can also confirmed that. Their eyes widens at you,

Were they so blind? How long have they been fooled? Who is sitting on that throne, no they never saw Teyvat obey their commands at any point either. They saw how Teyvat goes Against what the one on the throne wanted it to be. Yet they chose to be blind.

This is how sentient Teyvat is to their Creator, Loyal and Unwavering Teyvat.

-Part 1-

(*End*)

[ - Haunted Dolls au - ]

Do not repost my works!

Warnings/Tags: Fem!reader, Horror elements, Gore, Multiple sensitive themes, Modern au, Obsession / possessive themes, dark themes, dead dove do not eat

Summary: Your grandfather makes dolls for a living. Dolls that are made out of porcelain are carefully made and painted. Dolls that your grandfather could hear voices too.

Characters: Zhongli, Venti, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe / Tartaglia, Ayato, Thoma and more

Tag: #Genshin haunted dolls au * Note that I do not add everything thing on the list below. Some are just too short to add to the list so you will find everything in the hastag.

+ Haunted Dolls ;; multiple + Your Grandfather's gift ;; Zhongli + The Wisp ;; Venti + The Family ;; Ayato - Ask: Faceless Ayato + The Dark Basement ;; Childe / Tartaglia + He waits patiently ;; Thoma + Breathless dream ;; Kazuha + They are scared. ;; multiple + Hello our little one ;; Zhongli, Venti + 11 dolls in the basement ;; Il Dottore + His Name ;; Scaramouche + Ask: A doll hidden within the pyramid ;; Cyno + Ask: A bad end? + Ask: An intruder + Ask: A princess.... + Under the tree ;; Kaeya (coming soon) + Seeking him ;; Il Dottore (coming soon)

Old ver (original ver) but technically not related to the current story. + Play Dolls ;; Zhongli, Venti, Childe, Kaeya and Diluc

you forgot your own warning to yourself and now you're bawling your eyes out again

House of Memories Masterlist

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro "Mikey" x f!Reader

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Status: Completed

Synopsis: In which you look back at all the memories you’ve had with Mikey.

Chapter 1

Running away from a tiny Mikey ft. Shinichiro and friends

Chapter 2

Meeting your favourite Sano ft. Baji's star printed pants

Chapter 3

Dora and Yaki ft. Annoying Draken

Chapter 4

A gang is a bad idea ft. Clingy Mikey

Chapter 5

Flowers for papa ft. Shinichiro's 13th rejection

Chapter 6

Happy Birthday Mikey ft. Shinichiro's lies

Chapter 7

Kiddie Meal Flag ft. A spying Takemicchi

Chapter 8

Baji Keisuke ft. Mama Baji's rejection

Chapter 9

Brother ft. A family reunion

Chapter 10

Together with Mikey ft. A time capsule

Chapter 11

Bonten ft. Darling little lamb

Chapter 12

Hanagaki Takemichi ft. Regrets

Chapter 13

Will you marry me? ft. Your broken promise

Bonus

Headcannons ft. Extra extra

Competition

Pre-school life ft. Michael and Edward

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this hurts as much as it's interesting

A Silent God (Let's play a game of dissection part 2)

part one, part three , part four(final)

(inspired by this ask that @/is-very-sad got)

OKAY SO UHHH MY HAND SLIPPED SO HARD THAT THIS NOW HAS FOUR PARTS A;SLKDFJSAD;LKFJASDF OOPS. PART THREE IS FINISHED IT JUST NEEDS SOME POLISHING AND THEN I'LL SEND IT OUT AND THE PART FOUR WILL COME OUT SOON!!!

UHM SORRY FOR HYPERFIXATING ON THIS??? IDK IF SHOULD APOLOGIZE BUT A;LSDFKJSAD this is just so fun to write i hope yall like reading it as much as i liked writing it

WARNINGS!!: trauma, cult behaviors, mentions part one and what transpired but not in a lot of detail, imposter/rejected god au

2,697 words

You awoke surrounded by fog, barely able to see your surroundings. For a second, you thought you were dead. That is until the pain kicked back in, stabbing your entire body with knives of pain.

You shakily attempted to lift yourself up, failing as you plopped back on the ground. Your entire body was shaking and tears threatened to fall down your face again.

A wet nose nudged your face, you whined and flinched back. You warily opened your eyes to find a rifthound whelp nuzzling your face.

You flinched away from it, a small scream exiting your throat. You curled in on yourself as much as you could without your ribs screaming out in pain, your arms covering your head.

The little whelp whined and nudged your arms softly. You shook in fear, and that only doubled when you heard a larger rifthound approach.

The whelp moved around in a distressed circle, whining as the adult rifthound approached. The adult rifthound poked your arms with it's nose. Gently moving your arms away from your face to look at your distressed expression, stars falling from your eyes.

The adult whined and moved to lay down beside you. It looked at the whelp and urged it away.

While the whelp went to do whatever the adult had told it to do, the adult laid it's head next to yours.

Fearfully and cautiously you stared into it's eyes, shaking from head to toe. Sympathy seemed to reflect in it's glowing purple eyes as it whined. Carefully, it scooted closer to you and it was... surprisingly warm.

Still you were afraid but... what could you do if it attacked you? You wouldn't be able to do anything... just accept your death. It'd probably be less painful than... a shiver wracked your body, Liyue.

The whelp came back, barking to announce it's return, and the rifthound lifted it's head. You could hear multiple footsteps behind the whelp, making you shake at what the monters will do to you.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to just pretend this wasn't happening.

Then a gentle hand rested on your head.

Despite the hand having no ill intent in it, you still flinched back, rolling away as the memories of how harshly they grabbed your hair resurfaced.

The distinct sound of a worried hilichurl whined. You opened your eyes in shock and saw that you were surrounded by multiple regular hilichurls, and a mitachurl with it's electro axe in hand.

Out of your mouth tumbled distressed noises, you tried to form sentences, questioning them, but you couldn't.

Your mouth is empty. Your tongue is gone.

Tears fell down your face faster than you could even register. Pathetically, you gripped the grass and buried your face into the back of your hands. Your body shook with fear and sobs.

Carefully, the mitachurl approached you. Gently petting your head. You didn't do anything. You aready resigned yourself to your inevitable fate to be beaten to death by something in this cruel world.

But instead, the mitachurl placed down it's weapon and carefully picked you up in it's hands. Your wounds were barely irritated with it's gentle treatment, but you still shook in fear.

The mitachurl carried you back to the hilichurl camp, the other hilichurls and the rifthounds followed.

It wasn't that far of a walk, and when the rest of the hilichurls in the camp saw you they cheered.

Like how the people in Liyue cheered as Ningguang held up your tongue.

You're going to die. You had no doubt about it. They were going to kill you and parade your head around on a pike. The mitachirl could feel you shake in it's arms and made a small distresed noise. It set you down in the main hut on a bed of straw. You couldn't hold yourself up so you were carefully laid down.

Immediately, you were provided with warm cloth, food, and water. You could hardly register it but all you knew was that you could finally eat. You inhaled the food and water and didn't move as the hilichurls set the cloth on you. They made happy noises as you enjoyed the goods they provided you.

Oddly, your wounds were closed up. Not exactly healed as they still hurt like hell and you could barely move your limbs, but closed. Blood wasn't spilling out of you like a waterfall anymore and you weren't dead.

But you were acutely aware of how you couldn't taste anything. You had to chew slowly to get used to eating. You had to physically tilt your head to move the food around because your tongue wasn't there to guide it. Swallowing was a chore, you had to angle your head awkwardly to get the food down, which forced you to take your time so you didn't choke.

Frustrated stars fell from your eyes because you were so fucking tired. You were so sick of everything. Everything in this world hated you, all those you loved wanted to gut you alive and almost did. Now you were suffering the consequences of merely existing. You just wanted to rest and be happy for a while. Not even happy! You just didn't want to be chased all over Teyvat like some criminal! You didn't do anything!

And now you couldn't even say any of this out loud!

You hiccuped, sobbing, unable to eat anymore of the food offered to you by the hilichurls. They worridly tried to comfort you with their native tongue but you barely understood any of it.

Suddenly, a hilichurl from outside the hut said something to the mitachurl by your side.

They shared a few words before the hilichurl allowed someone in.

A hydro abyss mage.

You eyes widened and you tried to back up but failed miserably. The mitachurl made a distressed noise and carefully helped you sit up, supporting you since you couldn't sit up on your own.

"Your excellency," The abyss mage from within it's bubble, bowed.

You tried to ask What do you want? But failed miserably and ended up spitting out jumbled words, coughing and craddling your stomach.

The abyss mage approached you, panicked and worried, "Oh no, can you tell us what happened your grace? Who did this to you?"

Your bottom lip trembled and tears fell down in waves. You wiped them from your face and buried your face in your hands. You shook your head violently, frustrated at the world.

I can't! You wanted to scream, I can't tell you!

Soothingly, one of the hilichurls patted your shoulder. Another came beside you and offered you a flower.

You looked at it as though it was a knife the same knife used to cut your tongue-

Your eyes glanced to the hilichurl, to the flower, back to the hilichurl, back to flower, until finally, you took it, and held it close to your chest.

Thank you, you tried. But you didn't have a tongue to make the "th" sound.

You looked back at the abyss mage, it was still waiting for you to answer.

Shakily, your entire form quivering, you attempted to open your mouth. It wouldn't open. You tried but it wouldn't. Your muscles froze and outright refused to let your jaw unlock. Immediately, you silently panicked over not having control over your jaw.

But you supposed this was a good thing. They could easily hurt you again and you wouldn't be able to stop it-

"Your grace?" The abyss mage tilted it's head worriedly.

You frowned, made an X with your fingers and held it to your lips.

It seemed they all understood that as saddened noises and whimpers came from the hilichurls, rifthounds, and the abyss mage.

"You're mute?" The abyss mage asked, though you're sure it already knew the answer.

You hesitated but nodded.

"I see." The abyss mage sighed, "I'm afraid we don't have any way to communicate other than through motions then." The abyss mage carefully went closer to you, "Can you show me where it hurts? I'm not the best of healers but I can help you."

You pointed to your ribs first, then your face, chest, arms, legs... everywhere hurt.

But you didn't point to your mouth, not specifically. No matter what you couldn't- wouldn't- let anyone see the inside of your mouth. Not after it was forced open, you couldn't struggle, scream, or breathe-

The hydro abyss mage lowered his shield, an odd sight for you, and gently touched your wounds. Healing your aching body.

Eventually, you had fallen asleep. The stress, your aching body, and the soothing healing of the abyss mage was eventually too much for you to handle.

It was the safest and most comfortable rest you'd had in ages.

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"Man, I thought an island like this would have something intresing going on," The ginger held a gloved hand to his chin, pouting, "But there's been nothing..."

He trailed off, his blue eyes catching onto a large hilichurl camp. Nothing he'd ever seen before. At most there was maybe ten hilichurls in a camp, but here there was over fifty. Not to mention at least ten abyss mages and rifthounds.

"Rifthounds with hilichurls?" He raised an eyebrow, a grin etching onto his face, "Now this," He stretched his arms, drawing his hydro swords, "Is what a challenge looks like."

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When you heard the sound of fighting, rifthounds growling, hilichurls and abyss mages shouting, you immediately froze.

They found me, You thought, tears already threatening to fall at the thought, what are they gonna take next?

Are they going to hurt the camp?

Fuck that. You ignored your shaking limbs and forced your tired and injured body to get up. You wildly ran to the camp, urging the rifthounds that were with you to hurry ahead of you. Your body was still injured and running like this made all of your limbs scream in pain but you ignored it for now.

These hilichurls, abyss mages, rifthounds, they were the first beings in Teyvat to show you kindness. They comforted and healed you while the rest of the world spat on you and cheered while you bled.

Like. Hell. You'd let those damned archons hurt those that showed you love in this cruel world.

You'd tear this damn world apart if you had to, they wouldn't live to gloat about any victory.

When you reached the camp, you were heaving and aching but you refused to rest. The rifthounds, hilichurls, and abyss mages in the camp surrounded a ginger-haired fatui, his hydro daggars flickered with electro. A mad grin twitched onto his lips and he moved to-

The thunder clapped with your anger, your face twisting into a sneer as the world seemed paused to gaze at you and your godly aura.

Immediately, the electro in his swords dissipated, and the shadow of a little boy flickered onto his face. It was gone faster than it came as he stared at you in shock. You carefully treaded over to him, glaring at him the entire way, daring him to move his weapons.

Two rifthounds came beside you, guiding your hurting body over to him. You came face to face with him, despite the worried noises of those in the camp.

You glared at him, an odd golden gold in your eyes. You pointed at his weapons and made cutting motion with your hands.

Tartaglia blinked at you, confused. He chuckled, but put his weapons away.

Is this the imposter? He wondered, Huh, those in Liyue said they had killed them. They certaintly look like they've taken quite the beating but they have all of these monsters in their camp acting peacful for them.

"Tartaglia," a hydro abyss mage said, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for a fight as always!" Childe grinned, brushing off how imposing your aura was, "But it seems I've found something more interesting. Which, if it's more intresting than fighting to me, then it's something very important."

His eyes were trained on you, the grin on his face eager to dig into your soul and figure out all your secrets. You knew the games he played.

"Are you the imposter Teyvat has been talking about?" He tilted his head, "But they all said you were dead. Died in Liyue Harbor." His smile was fake, harboring the cold of Snezhnaya.

He saw something shift in your eyes and his blue orbs glittered at the opportunity.

"So you are the imposter-?"

"Tartaglia you will not." The abyss mage cut him off. The rifthounds growled and the mitachurls readied their axes, "Surely, you'd understand that this is our true god. The abyss can tell, this is our god and if you cannot understand that," More monsters, including ruin sentinels, appeared from seemingly nowhere, "We'll wipe you out."

Childe's grin grew impossibly wider, "I like the challenge," He giggled, even in the most hopeless situation, "But the entirety of Teyvat said this was an imposter, and yet on this insignificant island a few monsters decide they're the real deal?" He scoffed, "It's a bit fishy don't you think."

His grin dissipated, his blue eyes always filled with a thrill turned cold and serious, "You'll think twice about impersonating our god."

Electro sparked around Childe and you staggered back. Not again not again not again. Don't touch them don't touch them don't-

Childe's foul legacy form appeared in a flash of electro, the rifthounds barked and snarled. The mitachurls and hilichurls shouted, their weapons ready to attack.

"Your grace, get back-" You pushed past the abyss mages and met with Foul Legacy Childe.

Even if you died, you'd do anything to make sure these monsters - your true friends - stayed safe. Besides, in this world that gave you nothing but wounds and trauma, why would you want to stay?

Foul Legacy, with his long spear, readied himself to deal a final blow to you. Quick, painless, merciful.

You readied yourself to channel whatever you could grasp of your godly abilities. You learned in your time with the hilichurls that your powers reawakened with the amount of worshippers that accepted you. In your new form.

Right now, you'd do anything to save your friends.

But Foul Legacy didn't raise his weapon threateningly at you. Instead, he fell to his knees before you. It was then that you realized how much you were shaking, how stars threatened to fall down your cheeks.

Foul Legacy bowed before you, his distorted voice muttered, "It doesn't hurt... my god, your excellency, I'm so sorry for thinking you were an imposter I'm-"

Relieved tears fell down your cheeks and you couldn't help but smile. A breathless laugh escaped past your lips and you rested your hand on Childe's head. The gratitude in your eyes for not attacking you or your friends. It caused his head to swirl with emotions he never expected to feel in Foul Legacy form.

His eyes met your eyes, flecks of gold glowing in your eyes. Your tears were stars falling down your cheeks. The world seemed to create a crown of sunlight around your head, framing you beautifully.

"The abyss knows our god, Childe." The abyss mage said, "We've heard snippets of what has happened to our god before they came here, but unfortunately we don't know the full story. Could you please tell us?"

Childe tilted his head, "Their excellency has not told you?"

"I'm afraid they're mute." The abyss mage responded.

You nodded, making an X with your fingers and putting it over your mouth.

Foul Legacy Child whined, "Well, from what I've been told they were beaten to death in Liyue harbor by the Liyue Qixing and the Knights of Favonius from Mondstat. But obviously they're not dead." Childe looked back to you, "Was that really you?"

You nodded, a shiver wracking your body at the memories.

Suddenly Childe perked up and carefully grabbed your hands in his, "Your grace! Come with me to Snezhnaya! You'll be safe there with the Tsaritsa! Nobody will ever hurt you again, you'll have the protection of the entire Fatui. And with your help, we can surely get revenge on the gods!"

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I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father!

[yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader headcanons]

PART FIVE: THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING?

PART FOUR

warning: spoilers from the manhwa, obsessive behavior, explicit language, implied violence. Please take caution.

Happy holidays, guys! I’m back from my break and slowly writing fanfics again with a little Christmas cheer: this is the finale of this series. I still can’t wrap my head around how much positive reception I’ve received, and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being so supportive, and I really hope you’ll stick around to see what happens next in The Chapter Chronicles!

Special thanks to @rouecentric, @honestly-oceanie , @d10nsaint and @impeakcharacterdesign for their help, getting this segment before Christmas would not been possible without these amazing people. So without being said guys, sit back, relax, and let’s dive into the final chapter :)

News of the carriage accident spread like wildfire across the Ashet Empire. 

After she received news that her father had collapsed, Sheila Griddlebone departed from an unknown residence that she was visiting at the time and ordered the driver to return to the marquis’ estate promptly.  But just when it seemed like things would be all right…the horses bolted down the road as if they were possessed by a devil. The driver tried to reign in the horses, yet they did not heed his commands. Instead, he jumped off the carriage, concerned only for his safety and not the young woman entrusted in his care. He could only watch as the carriage went down a steep hill, careening into a forested area before the back of it slammed into an enormous tree. 

If it hadn’t been the coachmen’s guilty conscience or that they were passing through an area under the protection of another aristocrat, Lady Griddlebone would not have made it. Especially when a commoner just so happened to be quite familiar with tools to pry the carriage door open when it had been pushed inwards, including having many friends who were willing to help. So long as they were rewarded by their lord, of course. 

Blessedly, Lady Griddlebone was alive but currently in a coma. Marquis Griddlebone, who was perfectly fine and had not collapsed, was beside himself with grief and vowed revenge on whoever is responsible for this tragedy. 

The upper echelon knew Lady Griddlebone worked closely with her father in the palace and proved herself to be a worthy heir, so she could not have purposely staged an accident to gain his attention. Someone wanted to kill her and make it seem like an accident, or the fault lied with the Griddlebone employees being careless as it is customary to check on any issues with the carriage before driving it. 

No witnesses, no one would dare come forward to confess the crime of attempted murder on a marquis’ daughter. DNA evidence did not even exist in this world. 

So why? LaRue thought. Why is it that even with all of my hard work, destroying the evidence, I am still the one that has taken the blame for the crime?!  

Presently she is in a carriage herself, rattling against the dirt road as orange and red hues of the sunset begin to bloom in the evening sky. Today had been like any other day for her: leisurely enjoying the life of a lazy, wealthy woman who finally removed the obstacle between herself and marrying Duke Floyen. 

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hi so my heart broke when scaras gross was taken away and wondered since in sagau were the all powerfull creator qhat if on his birthday we make him his own custom gnosis tailored to git him in every way like it not only matches his fighting style but it also fits his aesthetic

Authors note; Okay so this is pure fluff. Like teeth rotting sweet fluff. I feel majority of my writing talent revolves around smut so this should be some good practice! My love for Scara came out so this writing turned out a bit mushy.

CW: Sumeru archon quest spoilers, gender neutral reader, a pinch of angst in the beginning, possessive behavior, lots of physical touch, scaramouche being a brat towards other people, certain comedy aspects, mentions of Ei, Miko, Tartaglia, and Heizou

Everyone in Teyvat feared the man formerly known as the balladeer, but not you. You knew his story, you admired him from the very beginning. Before your decent into Teyvet you loved him from the bottom of your heart and wanted nothing more than to help him.

Scaramouche had met you before his attempt to become an archon. You had given him the affection he had never received before. Because of this he had began to grow attached to you. He thought that you loved him until Ei’s gnosis was taken from him. He was so confused, he thought you cared about him.

You had watched what happened but didn’t interfere. You loved him but you knew that he needed to learn a lesson from this situation. It hurt your heart to watch the gnosis be taken from him by Nahida but you knew it wasn’t his. You allowed this to happen because you thought he would lose himself once he absorbed all of the greater lord Rukkhavata’s knowledge. You loved him far too much to let that happen.

You watched the battle play out and then took him back home with you so you could help him recover from his injuries. As he laid in bed for a few weeks you cooked for him, brought him medicine, and did your very best to comfort him. You tried to explain your reasoning behind allowing the gnosis to be taken from him and to your surprise he seemed to understand your side. He slowly became fully comfortable with your affection. He took advantage of any moment you weren’t busy to snuggle up next to you.

The whole time he was with you he seemed devastated over what took place. He didn’t even have the energy to throw sarcastic remarks around. He just seemed utterly heartbroken. You understood his pain and did your best to think of a way to make him feel better.

During the time he was spending recovering, you had been coming up with a gnosis design for him. It had broke your heart to see him in the shape he was in. If it meant turning him into a lesser god to make him happy you would do it.

The gnosis was significantly weaker than the other seven. You didn’t want him to try and wipe out a whole nation as soon as he got it. The gnosis was made to emotionally comfort him and protect him, not for him to start the next archon war.

You thought an anemo based gnosis would help him feel more secure, and give him an identity separated from Raiden Ei. You were very careful with your ideas, drawing each of them out on a sheet of paper before starting with the actual creation process. Every single thing down to the color was made to match him perfectly. The new abilities he would receive would be things he would have designed for himself.

Once your creation was finally finished and his birthday was right around you corner, you thought this would be an excellent gift. You had spent the whole day trying to make him happier. You took him anywhere he asked, and bought him whatever he wanted. All of that to lead up to the end of the day where you could give him his final present.

“I have something for you, Scaramouche. I worked extremely hard on it, and I hope it can be a good substitute for what you lost all those weeks ago. It’s made specifically for you.” You extended your hand and placed the gift into his palm. He looked at it with furrowed brows struggling to form a thought.

The way the blue and purplish hues shifted and flowed as he held the gnosis in his hand made his heart pound. The the rim of the gnosis matched the golden rim of his hat. The words “It’s made specifically for you.” replayed in his head as he stared at it.

He didn’t have any clue what to say. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. In all honestly he wanted to breakdown at your feet right there and then. He never said anything to you, all he did was pull you close and hold you so you couldn’t see the tears threatening to fall. You rubbed his back gently and rocked him ride to side while shushing him.

The night of his birthday you held him all night and told him how much you cared for him until he feel asleep. You had given him something to prove your love so he was finally able to believe your words of affirmation. His heartbeat didn’t calm down all night, you had promised to teach him how to use it in the morning. He felt like a kid waiting for santa claus, he could barely even shut his eyes for more than a few minutes.

If he wasn’t a religious man before he surely is now. You had cared enough to do such a thing for him. You put time and effort into making something for HIM. It doesn’t matter if your intentions for making this for him were romantic or not, he will take it as a relationship proposal. He sees this as a sign that you are both connected in a special way.

At this point he’s disregarded all of the other gods, they were irrelevant to him. All that matters to him is the purity and kindness you showed him. You cared for the unloved and cast out, something that he’d never seen any other god do.

The time he spent with you increased by a lot. You could barely breathe without him invading your personal space. The thought that you, the creator, the only real god in his mind, cared for him when no one else would was enough to tie him to you forever. It doesn’t matter what you try to do to this boy, he’s not going anywhere. Even if you demand he leave you alone, he won’t care. He’ll stay right next to you until the day he dies.

Not only has he invaded your personal space, but your bed too. He used to be respectful and stay in the guest bedroom but ever since the night of his birthday he has been plopping down right beside of you and expects you to hold him, and play with his hair all night long. He seems to hold a belief that you and him are on equal terms because of his new power. (despite still being less powerful than the 7 archons 💀)

Ever since you gave him the gnosis he has devoted his life to you. You’ll wake up and he’ll be there already giving you a back massage. You wish people could see him for how sweet he actually is with you. He’s so doting and caring toward you but just becomes a little demon with everyone else.

Be prepared to never speak to another man again after you give him this gnosis. He once saw you laughing and joking with Heizou. He had no problem walking right up to you, accusing Heizou of trying to be a home wrecker, and throwing you over his shoulder to carry back home.

He’s not very quiet about the new gift he received. He brags about it like a 13 year old boy that just saw boobs for the first time. It doesn’t matter to him if he’s already told the person about the gnosis. He’s going to tell them again with a shit eating grin on his face. He loves for people to look at him. He’ll wear the gnosis around his neck if he’s with you, just so people can gawk.

You know those annoying boys that say things like “Oh you like insert band?? NAME EVERY SONG” yeah that’s him but with you. “Oh you’re a believer in the almighty creator? Name the location of every single mole on their body. Can’t answer?? Exactly, that’s why they didn’t give you a gnosis.”

He will BEG you to go update Ei on his situation now. All he wants is to walk right up to her and shove it in her face that her “trashed creation” is getting treated better than anyone else in teyvat. You figured they already knew because he had already done his runway strut in inazuma with his new gnosis on full display.

You have to nearly have to tie him down to keep him from running to Snezhnaya to challenge his ex co-workers. God forbid the Fatui find out about this. They will be coming for his gnosis with no hesitation. I’m sure Tartaglia will be extremely hurt seeing that a short gremlin ended up getting a gnosis instead of him. You better keep a close eye on Scara just encase a certain someone tries to take his gift.

If anyone doubts you as the creator his blood boils, but if anyone praises you as the creator his blood also boils. He fears when other people praise you, he wonders if you will cherish them more than you do him. You just cannot win with this man unless you are his beloved.