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Gold that Bleeds Thorns

Synopsis: You never wanted to use your blood at all on anything or anyone but you had to this time.

Notes: This became somewhat lengthy but I hope you enjoy it! There might be missed typos so sorry for that but I do hope whoever reads this you like it! Hopefully the more I write down these ideas the more I get better at it. Thank you and have a good day or night!

Warnings under the cut!

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Warnings: Hostage situation, cult au, blood, sagau, depictions of bodily fluids and gore/flesh, curse words, suggestive creepy behavior.

Gender-neutral reader for this one

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The room was silent except for quiet breathes and the ever so slightly movements from your acolytes. The tension in the room was so thick you could feel it weighing you down, could even drown in it. All of your followers eyes were solely on your hunched form.

In the dead center of your throne room stood a couple of male figures, eyes filled with bloodlust, looking down at you. Your most loyal subjects wanted to strike down the ones who stood before you, wanted to punish them for even breathing the same air as you but they resisted the urge because you told them to not interfere.

Your hands and feet were bound by cold metal shackles that echoed in the silent room whenever you would shift your body around. Fear was painted on your face, so much so, that your apprehenders could see it with one glace.

Even though you looked afraid on the outside, you were calm on the inside. Being in this position you begun to think to yourself how could these brutes threaten you and your people!? That they could best you? You wanted to laugh at the thought but you kept it in, didn't want to break your facade now would you? Honestly though what gave them the idea that they could go up against their own creator?

While you were pondering this the leader of this small group finally spoke up to break the silence. This tall muscular built of a man was the one who chained you, their leader of the group. His messy dark brown hair swayed ever so gently as his green eyes looked down at you. He kneeled to close the distance between the two of you.

He pulled your chin up to face him, digging his nails into your cheek, making you whince a bit from the sudden pain but it soon went away. He laughed at your form, saying that he couldn't believe such a meekly being could be the "Oh so PoWeRfUl creator." He spat at your face before throwing you back down, the sound of your hitched breath mixed with the metallic ringing filled the room once more. He turned and walked away putting back some distance between the two of you as he faced your followers with a smirk.

"So, which one of you fuckers gonna save their beloved creator hmm?"

His voice commanded the audience's attention, yearned for it even. He loved that he was in control, in the spotlight and that he had the upperhand. He walked to where your most trusted acolytes were while pointing at you.

"The dogs aren't gonna save their master? Y'all really just a bunch of bitches who could care less about them." The leader continued his so called speech in a condescending tone to the reluctant audience. He became feverish with his words that a crazed look took over his features while drool hanged from the corners of his lips as he spat his words to the crowd. It was really undignified look to be honest, you couldn't help but cringe a bit on the inside.

You knew this couldn't go on for much longer, considering how you could feel certain onlookers desperately clinging onto their weapons readily. So you decided you would poke the bear just enough to where you could potentially get hurt.

Now only your most trusted acolytes knew what you could do with your blood but never witnessed it in person. So it was safe to say that they were ready to see firsthand if you chose to use it.

You scoffed at him, shifting your body upright to face him while puffing some hair away from your face.

"You're the leader right?"

That grabs his attention so he turns to you, eagerness in his eyes, to see what you'll do in your pathetic bound state. Seeing that you have his attention now solely on you, you continue with a monotoned voice.

"You have me chained up, hands and feet, unable to run away...yet you still haven't done anything."

"For you to call me weak is honestly laughable. You should really look in a mirror sometime soon".

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, your eyes make direct eye contact with his. Just one more push you told yourself and he will surely lunge at you.

"So....you thought that if you were to threaten the people I love that I would do whatever you say? Bend to your will? Hmm? You really thought I would just let you shackle me? Did you honestly think you had me? Or are you just that stu-"

He didn't let you finish your sentence, before you knew it he came lunging at you.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair which made you yelp in response. You tried your best despite being bound to push this brute's hand off of your tender scalp to no avail. In one quick motion you could feel cold steel against your throat. This exchange made the room feel even more tense, it was suffocating. Looking at the man's eyes you could see a darkness in them waiting to tear you apart.

Your followers were itching for just one word, one faint syllable that would fall from your delicate lips. Just one word is all you have to say for your followers to strike, to be in their arms safe again. However despite everything your word was absolute. Going against it is unfathomable, equal to death, so they watched and waited even if it meant watching you suffer in silence.

The brute started to eye you up and down staring to long on certain parts of your body while licking his lips. He started to yell at you, saliva hitting your face everytime he spat an obscene word at you.

"Fucking whore, want me to mess you up? I'm sure you've already slept with everyone in this room"

He presses the knife a bit more to your throat, it was uncomfortable, you could feel the knife's blade on your vocal cords. The cold steel moving slightly everytime you had to swallow. You turned your gaze to your followers who looked at you in anticipation.

You managed to move your head slightly to your subjects never changing your gaze at them as a smile forms on your face before opening your mouth to say

"When the rose blooms you may strike".

That was it!

That was all they needed to hear from you. Finally there was a change in the air, a readiness, a willingness for bloodshed, to see the brutes eyes become lifeless. Only your most trusted acolytes knew this code, everyone else was confused but intrigued as to what you meant by that, so they kept quiet with berated breath.

However this made the brute more angry and confused as to what you just said. That's when you took his confusion as an opening. With all of your might you kneed him in his crotch which made him immediately hunch down taking the knife with him.

Adrenaline was coursing through you that you didn't notice a small cut formed on your throat until you were surround by your followers. In a flash you were in the arms of Thoma holding you up, checking your wound and undoing the shackles. While the rest guarded you from the 4 men.

Thoma helped you get up onto your throne with his arms softly supporting you. His warmth from his hands on your back lingered long after his hand left. He soft green eyes looked at you with a mix of worry and anger. He softly spoke to you with a calm demeanor

"Your Grace, hows your cut? Please allow me to clean it once you're done."

You smiled at him with a nod making him gleam back at you with softness emanating from him however it was short lived as he went back to anger as he turned to face the 4 men.

Once you were comfortable your eyes trailed downward to the black marbled flooring. Against the dark color was a small pool of golden blood. The small cut on your throat bled a bit which made a slight trail to where you sat. With your hands placed gently on top of each other, nestled in your lap, you drew a circle with your index finger into your other hand. This was a command to yourself, which made that bit of blood follow suit.

The brute looked at you about to lunge back at you with his 3 men follwing behind him but they soon realized it was futile.

The leader looks down at his hands then at his legs, the anger he had before slowly became fear. His hands were in front of him tied to his neck, almost like in a praying position while his legs were folded to make him kneel. He tried to break free from this strange beautiful rope that coiled tightly around him however it wouldn't budge no matter how much he struggled. This gold like rope was tough but looked like liquid at the same time so what could it be he thought to himself.

The beautiful gold like string that glistened under the light that lumanaited from your chandelier above was your gold blood to be exact.

Even though you got a tiny cut, that was enough blood to coil around each of the 4 men tightly. All 4 were now kneeling in a prayer position with panic setting in. The leader started to desperately shout at you in his panicked state.

"So this is the true nature of the creator, a-always knew you were pretending to be kind, what are you gonna do? Make your followers do the dirty work?" His eyes take a quick glance to the ones surrounding you on each side like a shield. It's almost as if he's trying to convince himself it will be ok. You rest your head upon your hand as you lazily look towards him.

Your kind eyes scan him up and down with a gentle smile caressing your lips as you hum a soft yet audible enough for only them to hear "~no".

You point to the gold string that shined beautifully against their skin. Your eyes shifted to around the room to see everyone's expressions then back to the leader. Still with the smile on your face you said just one simple word.

"Watch"

Even though you sounded sweet in your tone, everyone could sense the vemon in the word. Even in your eyes there was a glint of something ugly. That single word is what made the 4 men start trembling, pleading for your mercy. Honestly it was a bit amusing you couldn't help but chuckle a bit which made the men shake even more.

You announced to everyone in the room to leave if you brought your kin or can't handle torture. There was hesitation and hushed whispers from your people.

Torture?

How could such a divine creature utter such a word. However even though some wanted to stay to see what would happen they followed your command. The room only held a few of your followers alongside your trusted ones. You returned your gaze back to the group in front of you still pleading, snot dripping from their noses.

"Enough" your voice commanded, ushering the men to look up at you once more.

With that dark glint still in your eyes you looked up to your beautiful chandelier made of small like star crystals that glistened with a soft light.

"Even though I'm your creator I gave you free will. I've could've been a tyrant and controlled you from the very beginning yet I didn't." You slowly moved your gaze back at them.

"I chose to give you free will because I wanted my creations to live their life as they choose. However I'm starting to learn that some creations don't deserve my mercy at all" You're words were elegant, melodic yet hurt like venom seeping through their veins.

The men cried out in pitiful sobs, 2 of them pressing their faces on your marble floor snot mixed with drool pooled around their faces as they plead for your mercy.

One was still curious as to what you said, he looked younger then the rest, he hesitantly met your eyes before he asked you

"Your Grace...what did you mean by watch? By torture?"

His azure watery eyes were somewhat visible by his blonde locks as he looked at you. You just smiled at that silly question of his as you said "you'll see"

With a snap of your fingers the room became deathly quiet. The 4 men waited for anything; a sting, a cut, your men in waiting to lunge at them in a blink of an eye heck even for the ceiling to come down on them but nothing happened.

At first they thought you were showing them mercy, that you pityed them, they were about to say thank you until one of them broke into a frenzy. It was the young blonde who was the last one to question you.

He started to writhe in pain while his blood currled screams echoed off the walls. The other 3 watched in horror as anxiety wracked their bodies waiting for whatever he was experiencing to take them as well. It wasnt long until the whole room filled with their screams. It was a grotesque way of dying to be frank. You didnt want to watch but you had to see it through. All of the men squirmed on the floor, drool mixed with blood hanging from their mouths almost to a foam, hot tears streaming down their cheeks as their skin bubbled from the inside out. Eventually these bubbles boiling began to burst. It was like watching a pot of hot water boiling. Screams turned into muffled cries which then finally came to a halt. To them it probably felt like an eternity but it was only a good 2 mins until they were nothing more then a pile of fleshy mush.

The room was quiet once more except for the slight sizzling of the 4 men's flesh. The smell was pungent to say the least which didnt help the pit in your stomach from forming. The rest of your followers didn't know what to say or do, heck some didn't even realize they were holding their breath.

You brought yourself to look away and towards the small crowd who looked at you with mixed reactions.

You were at your limit, you couldnt keep this up any longer. The way everything made you sick from the smell, the way they died, the way their faces twisted and contorted made you want to puke.

You had to get the rest of your followers out, so with the little strength you had left, you turned to them once more with a pitiful smile no less. You waved your hand to dismiss everyone except your most loyal subjects. Even though they must've had questions for you they followed suit one by one out of the room. You were afraid though of what they were thinking. You thought to yourself of all the possible things they could be thinking, you were lost in your own thoughts.

(Do they hate me now? Did everyone who left find me disgusting or are terrified of me?)

It was the loud thud from the door closing that made you get out of your head however that just made you realize how exhausted you were.

You finally crumbled into yourself feeling that pit in your stomach now wanting to be released. You could feel the hot bile rising in the back of your throat, the taste slowly creeping towards the fron of your mouth. Covering your mouth as your breathing became short and heavy in response to the sick feeling.

You never wanted to use your blood like this but you knew you had to set an example especially after hearing rumors of some followers wanting to hurt you.

The ones left beside you tried their best to comfort you. Now all that echoed in the room was your muffled cries as you covered your face.This facade you had on the whole time crumbled and you only allowed your trusted acolytes to see you like this.

They knew you were kind, pure and gentle with everything you touched not some fearsome being who brought suffering to others. Even though their comfort was welcomed and appreciated, you still feared that they wouldn't see you the same way anymore after today.

my dove in the glided cage.

gn! reader has been kidnapped by yandere fatui/archon - scaramouche/childe/zhongli

mentions of drugging / stalking / violence / kidnapping / manipulation /dubious consent.

what was meant to be an uneventful day ending on a tired note ended up with you blacking out, body in shock from the force of the heavy object that struck your head from behind. you could barely make out an imposing figure towering over you as you lost consciousness, the world fading out to black as you felt your limp body jostled against a broad chest. your last thought was a distant worry of your imposing deadlines until you found yourself awakening to an unfamiliar duvet, warm and smelling of cosy laundry and.. roses? you blinked several times more, wincing from the dull ache in the back of your mind and the absurd amount of flowers within your vision. they were placed in a large heart and felt like a bad joke to you, lost with the emotions of confusion and anxiety at your current state. what had happened after you fell down? why were you in this rather luxurious room surrounded by what seems to be rather exquisite and expensive roses? had you died and gone to heaven already?

if you were in heaven, it would’ve made sense as a man as handsome as an angel entered your space, his attractive features in a frown as he placed his palm against your forehead. “are you feeling any better, love?” he felt too close, sputtering and shying away from his touch with a loud shout. “who are you? why am i here? i-” whatever words that you had urgently tried to get out were cut off by his soft lips against yours, prompting you to try squirm away and only to be stopped by his firm grip around your waist. it felt like he was trying to devour you from your lips, his heated kisses not stopping despite your struggle. when he finally parted from you for a breath, he smirked at your aghast expression. “seems like you’re still confused after your accident. i thought that would help rejog your memory.”

my memory? how could you forget a face as wonderfully sculpted as his, like a painting or dream sequence in your sleep addled mind. but his tone felt convincing, so self assured and in your already disoriented state, you felt yourself giving in to his touch. “did i forget something? i’m sorry, i.. don’t think i know your name.” the frown reappeared in his face and you felt as if you should reach out to smooth the hurt expression. “i’m your lover, (insert your choice!) y/n. we’ve been together for all these years but it seems you’ve forgotten.”

his mournful tone tugged at your heart strings, feeling as if you had committed a great wrong and you reach out to him, apologies already forming on your tongue. “i’m so sorry, all i remember is falling down after trying to get home…” his face finds itself against your hands, his tense expression melting away and replaced with adoration towards your face, causing you to blush shyly. oh gosh, how could this man be yours? he clearly seemed intimate to you and even had an impressive array of flowers laid out for you. “it’s okay y/n… i found you passed out on my way home. you must’ve fallen and hit your head badly, i got a private doctor to come by and he said you would be fine with rest and lots of dedicated care from me. i’ll take all the time off work needed to attend to you and help you remember what you’ve forgotten love.” his honeyed words were so kind and sweet, you couldn’t help but feel gratefulness to the man. sure you were in a muddled state but he was there to take care of you wasn’t he? like on cue, your stomach grumbled and his attention snapped immediately towards you. “i’ve got food ready baby, just give me a second to get it okay? tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before walking away, leaving you to admire the roses and rest your body that felt the lingering effects of the supposed fall. the situation was strange but you felt oddly confident in the man’s affection towards you. you didn’t know however that the very man you just placed your trust in was in another room, adding a suspicious substance in your soup and humming to himself in pride for capturing his darling, at last. when he returns with the meal in his arms, you’re distracted by the allure of food and his flawless appearance fo notice the hidden glee in his eyes. his face lights up as he feeds you each bite, praising you for working so diligently towards your recovery and when you start to feel drowsy from the good meal, he’s watching you fall asleep, trapped in the home he’s made for you too. it’s so silly of you, to trust him, the very person who kidnapped you and drugged you silly to accept him. but it’s alright, you’re now stuck in his arms with no where to run.

extremely dark btw go in with caution -degen anon (for my love laven<3 and angst <3)

childe finds you cute to look at, you always try your best to be independent when he can just give you the world? he tries so hard to get your attention but it’s just silence, so that’s how you’re gonna play? he knows he can’t go the normal route with this (even though being your professor and stalking you without you noticing is definitely not the normal way). he soon devises a plan. he finds you at your most vulnerable, it’s when you come out from your graveyard shift at the convenience store you work at, it’s almost 3 a.m and you close up shop. right when your locking the door he pounces, wrapping his arm around you as he takes a cloth and starts to suffocate you, only till you pass out he doesn’t want anything happening to his darling <3. and chucks you in his car.

it’s almost scary how he had everything planned, he already quit his job and bought a new house in a new city and everything. as he drives you wake up clearly out of it as you ask him what he wants. money? no he’s rich enough he just answers that he wants you to be a good girl. you remember the voice no matter how much he doesn’t want a fight right now, you start screaming. he laughs as it’s a soundproof car but he really does want to see what you’ll do <3. it gave him a rush watching from afar but this is way different. he stops on a highway with virtually no cars as he opens your door and points a gun at you. now your real silent, he grins as he takes you to assault you in his back seat, somehow now you’re much docile, just what he wants.

you don’t speak much till you get to this so called house, after hearing his plans you thought it was going to be empty with like a cage in it but it was way creepier. it was like a normal house, app furnished and you even had your own closet with all your clothes measured for you exactly. it’s all sundresses and cardigans with no proper shoes only slippers. he tells you it’s cause you’ll never have to leave when he provides for you, as you silently search more though the house. it looks so normal but all the windows are glued shut except some in your room the bathroom and the kitchen, but the screen is almost military grade as it seems impossible to get through. all the doors are locked from the inside and the outside and you don’t even have a key.

soon after you ‘settle in’ he lets you leave a total of three rimes outside with him, once when you got ‘married’ at a government office. the second time when you introduced yourselves to the neighbourhood (childe explaining that his cute little wife is just so shy around new people and loves to stay inside and read <3) and the third time he shows you were he works at. it’s almost life draining when he takes you to a police station as he explains he got a sheriff job offer here. he never said anything hostile but he was basically telling you ‘now if god forbid you run away how is anyone gonna believe you?’. so you start to cop; he doesn’t wanna kill you so you can be grateful that he won’t. he does provide and bring anything you ask for. he did also give you some freedoms like getting the mail for him or choosing what was for dinner. gosh childe is such a nice man!

hhhh the sheer dread i felt when you said he became a sheriff!!! nng crime professor to kidnapper to charming policeman pipeline <3

god forbid, who would ever believe you? childe would never strangle you nor leave visible marks that others could see, no, he bruises your thighs and waist with his harsh grip as he thrusts into you after work, you silently spacing out as he takes you as he pleases. you only ever let sounds out when he starts to fuck up into your cervix, reaching so deeply in you that you can’t help but moan as his cum floods your womb, insides completely submissive to the unwanted pleasure childe gives you. how could anyone think that the pretty spoilt wife of the policeman was kidnapped and married to such a handsome man out of her will? the whole neighbourhood can hear your cries as childe pounds into you n he gushes about you to anyone who listens - such a sweet couple that eloped !!!

no one knows that your ‘wedding night’ was in the back of his car, surrounded by darkness as childe had a gun to your head !!! it was brutal with the way childe shoved himself inside and fucked you with the force of all his sick desires. you truly didn’t want to believe that your favourite professor had kidnapped you, no less that he was assaulting you at that very moment so you felt your mind go blank to cope. he carries you gently in his arms into your new house n wedded life together. a cute princess carry with you stiff with fear in his arms, eyes like a deer in headlights.

just… being childe’s little submissive mind broken wife !!! degen anon u have da biggest brain mwah mwah <3

uwahhhh the kidnapper childe brain rot is real i can’t stop thinking about him !!! my hubby.. my man hehe.. if i was a good girl n didn’t scream would he still have touched me :o or would he let me fall in love with him before taking me as his hhhhhhnnnnggggg i wanna know so bad