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Oracle!Reader Part 8

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 7, Part 9

Gonna be honest, Y/N is not nice in this chapter. Not like abusive but just wanted to warn ya'll. My au is supposed to be dark and cruel in a way. This is yandere imposter sagau after all.

A storm brewed above the ship as the two hydra heads roared toward the sky. Shielding your face with your arms you tried to gaze up at the towering dark blue bodies. The teal markings on its armor-like heads let you know who exactly was attacking you.

Beisht, Avenger of the Vortex. AKA Osial's wife who not only has a grudge against Liyue but Beidou specifically due to her warning Ningguang about Beisht's attack.

The Crux has probably gone hundreds of times to Inazuma peacefully but the one time you go is when they get attacked by a sea monster.

Just

Your

Fucking

Luck

Beidou's laugh rings out as the ship sways from the currents and the crewmembers start running to their weapons and positions. Not missing a beat Xinyan ends her song as she uses her vision to blast fire at Beisht.

Holy fuck, this wasn't an accident. This was planned. Beidou planned this shit and went through with it even though you, a guest, are on this crazy ship.

Anger swells up in you like a tornado and you ignore the blasts of water that try to hit the jumping form of Beidou. You look around in blind anger for one of the ballistae on the ship.

The thought of shooting either Beidou or Beisht with it was making your blood pump faster. And even if you did hit Beidou, you could always lie that you were aiming at Beisht.

You spot the closest one and start running towards it. Firm hands wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground.

"I apologize for the urgency, but this isn't a safe spot for you."

Kazuha's calm voice in your ear has a soothing effect on your temperament. Forcibly relaxing your body, you let Kazuha carry you down the stairs and he sets you down quickly in a room.

"Stay here while we take care of the sea monster. I don't want you getting hurt, it will not have mercy on you."

You clench your hands as your body trembles in anger. It's Kazuha's worried and sad eyes that make you unclench your fists.

"I know it's scary so please heed my words."

Burying your head into your knees a muffled sound of confirmation slips out. If he wants to think you're scared, let him. Some time alone might even be good for you.

Kazuha leaves and it's then that you can hear the sound of the fighting as the boat rocks. Xiangling and Xinyan's pyro make the air sticky as Kazuha swirling the water makes it humid too.

The crackling of thunder no doubt from Beidou makes you grind your teeth. You were right to be afraid of going with the Crux, she may be popular but she's far too dangerous.

That was definitely Beisht, you think back to her boss fight and remember her attacks. Shooting water, slamming her head and neck, water missiles, and wait wasn't there a third head?-

A loud bang echoes as the ship starts tilting dangerously. Yelping you shield your head from the items that start falling onto you. Another deafening thud and you're being thrown onto the opposite wall.

As more heavier items crash onto you, the wall makes a cracking sound. You couldn't be sure that it was the boat breaking but you couldn't risk it.

If you stayed here, you'll either be crushed to death or drown if that wall breaks. The Alcor keeps rocking left to right as you struggle to stand and leave the room. Closing the door shut, you know you have a few more bruises than you came in with.

The hallway is even worse than the room. Harpoons and other weapons are dangerously close to falling and you rush up the stairs to avoid that disaster.

The main deck is a chaotic mess of crewmembers running back and forth. Xiangling is continually setting wooden spears and stakes aflame before different crewmembers shoot it.

Xinyan, Kazuha, and Beidou all work together to attack Beisht's heads whenever she gets close to attack. Keeping a death grip on the railing you watch the incredible yet infuriating display of power.

Finally remembering that you'll need to defend yourself too, you go back down the stairs. Swiftly you dodge the dropping objects and get to your room. Shoving your hand into your bag and selecting the sickle, you pull it out.

The fear of dying is remedied by the weight of the weapon. Sprinting with more confidence you get back to the main deck. Both sides of the deck have one of her heads low and close ready to shoot the powerful jet of water.

Something about the way she looks is... off. Your mind wanders back to the game cutscenes and automatically compares it to what you see now.

What were once toothless jaws were now filled with layers of sharp teeth. The underbelly of her bodies looked less watery and sleeker. The fins on her back looked firmer and seemed to be in a more organized row.

Beisht shoots the water from her mouths, and you can feel how hot the water is. Xinyan is quick to dodge by climbing the stairs while Kazuha leaps using the wind. Beidou uses her skill to defend herself and rack up energy.

As the scalding water gets closer you hold the sickle to your chest and try to back away. You may be crazy but not stupid enough to try what Beidou is doing.

Surprisingly she stops only inches away from you, lifting her heads she shoots the brunt of the attack toward the sky. Hot droplets rain down on the ship as the attack dies down.

Her heads regroup and her third one appears behind the first two. All her heads roar and they slam onto the deck. Instead of slamming onto you as you expected, she boxes you in the middle of the deck instead.

As two heads serve as the walls, her third head opens its mouth. The sight of the teal muscles with holes in them makes you shudder. Would dying to a sea monster be better or worse than dying accused as an imposter?

Probably better, at least this way you would be remembered fondly and missed. Even if it's only for a short while.

"Glorious creator, it is my greatest honor to have lived long enough to meet you."

What the fuck.

The sounds of everyone else attacking Beisht's other heads are drowned out as you look up at her in shock.

"Although my husband could not meet you, he was a devoted believer. These puny mortals are having you travel in such conditions with such little glory. Do these pirates not know your greatness?!"

Her tone gets louder as she speaks about the Crux. How could she recognize you as the creator? Were you right in guessing that the creatures of Teyvat could recognize you? But she's more on the god side so how could she realize but not Ei?

"Beisht, how have you heard of me?" If sea monsters gods could smile then that's exactly what Beisht was doing.

"Your blood, your grace. They bleached your gold blood. They hurt you with violent intentions. Just as the scriptures said, the offenders will pay for hurting you. Teyvat is calling upon your true worshippers to deliver justice."

This doesn't make complete sense. Beishts own arrogance and hatred for Liyue is having an impact on her words. What does seem to be true is that Teyvat was alerted when you got hurt and is drawing strong creatures that it can connect with to you.

"Then this is something we should be talking with less distractions." Choosing your words carefully, you note how everyone has been listening to your conversation with Beisht.

It's a good thing they can't understand her. Whether she's intentionally not letting them understand her or not isn't important.

You motion Beisht to back away with a flick of your wrist. Beisht is expecting you to act like the creator, you need to play your part. This whole situation is a golden opportunity.

Beisht obeys your silent command and moves her heads off the boat. Beidou is the first to run up to you with how close she is. The battle comes to a silent pause as everyone watches your seemingly unharmed form with relief.

"Are you okay?!" The urge to scoff and give a snarky response is strong but you push it down. With a solemn expression, you speak clearly.

"I've been granted a rare opportunity to talk with Beisht according to the creator's will. I have messages to relay to her but I cannot do so with everyone here."

A rare confused expression crosses Beidou's face at your words as you step away from her and move closer to Beisht. With a tight grip on your sickle, you speak calmly to Beisht.

"Come closer so we can speak somewhere with more privacy. The matter of the divine isn't one to always be so open about."

Beisht seems to pick up on the identity you have in the eyes of the Crux and lowers her main head onto the boat. With confident strides, you walk to her head and climb on.

Fear and worry rise within you as you grip the middle feeler on her head and look at the Crux with a smile.

"I'll be back soon, so don't stop sailing. I'll catch up before you know it."

Your grip on the feeler becomes tight as Beisht's head suddenly drops into the water. A scream instinctively leaves your throat from the sudden gesture.

The last thing you saw before the ocean engulfed you was the various expressions of horror and fear on everyones faces. A small part of you smirks at the guilt that paints Beidou's face.

You shut your mouth and eyes expecting the salty water to drown you. Yet not even a drop of water touches you and the sight of the vast ocean surrounds you.

In awe you watch the air bubble around you supplying you with oxygen and shielding you from the water. Fish swim past as Beisht continues to descend into the depths.

Soon enough the only light around is the teal markings on her body. It reminds you of just how frightening the ocean can be. That at any moment Beisht could think that you're an imposter too and let you drown here...

Tightening your grip on her, you push those thoughts away. They will only hinder you, being nervous will make everything worse. You've made it this far, haven't you?

As a distraction, you think about how exactly this air bubble is being made. Was it Beisht, Teyvat, or did you unconsciously do it? Considering that you can only control elements that you accessed from the Statue of the Sevens then it can't be you.

Beisht was connected to the vortex and water. This air bubble wasn't just reusing your oxygen, it was supplying fresh oxygen. She can't control oxygen so that only leaves Teyvat. Then how could Teyvat protect you from drowning but let the electro from Ei hurt you?

Beisht finally stops and you can vaguely see the outline of her main body due to the glowing teal marks. It keeps reminding you of a certain god masquerading as a bard.

"Your grace, I see the false identity you hold in front of them. Yet I do not hold the same wisdom you hold, please enlighten me on why you hide yourself."

Her vocabulary is naturally arrogant but the tone she says it all in, sounds like she's imploring. It's good, you can utilize this and her natural dislike for humans.

"Coming back from that other world has left me very weak. I have little memories of when I was the creator and this body is weak. They see my unmasked face and assume I'm an imposter. Ei was the main culprit. Just a mask would solve that but my mere presence shows my divinity. Quite a few of my acolytes barely believe my words as an oracle, I would be a fool to publically reveal myself as the creator."

Your words are spoken with a sense of coldness as if you're completely detached from the situation. The water around you seems to raise a few degrees. Taking a risk you speak lowly with a mix of sadness and condescension.

"Humans and Archons are not that different. They cannot accept the truth if it's different than what they expect or desire. Greed and pride have always been the downfall of humans."

"Your grace, they do not deserve your attention or words. The Electro Archon will pay for harming you. They will all pay for hurting you. Thank you for teaching me, I will do your bidding. I will make sure that you'll never need to worry about me acting as foolish as those Archons."

Perfect, it's exactly what you wanted.

"We will take over and subdue Teyvat for harming you. We'll lay the Archons, humans, and anything else that dares defy you at your feet. We will make them atone for their sins. That pirate crew will be the first to pay! Not only have I lost my husband and child to them, they even harmed you!"

What child? They had a kid??? Wait that can come later, Beisht going out of control would harm the reputation you've built up, this has to stop!

"Silence." Your command is swift and your gaze is cold as you stare down Beisht. The quiet that comes makes you smile inwardly. Playing hot and cold towards someone who idolizes you tends to make them more attached. More desperate to keep your wavering love and affection.

"Now, now don't get too worked up. Going off and doing whatever you wish in my name is contradictory to what you said earlier."

"I beg for your forgiveness, your grace." Beisht lowers her heads in shame. A kind smile crosses your face and you reach through the bubble to pet her heads.

"I forgive you Beisht, mistakes are part of the learning process. You've already done so well in recognizing me. Why don't you start by answering my questions first? What happened to your child?"

Beisht closes her eyes and bubbles float up as her heads sigh in content over your touch.

"My child, born from Osial and I, fought for days against that pirate ship. In the end, they killed my child and his murderer gained a vision from it. Celestia truly mocks the defeated from the Archon War."

Sea monster, 'that' pirate ship, and a vision from his death.

Haishan is her child.

No wonder she hates Beidou so much. She basically killed her whole family!

"Haishan has lived in my name and with his death, he returned to me too. I can tell your anger is as great as your sorrow. Take comfort in my words and let your anger fuel your devotion to me."

Loneliness is a manipulator's best friend. Beisht is terribly lonely and will cling to you and your words as her only lifeline. And in your situation, a dog like this will be needed.

"I will your grace, someday I too will return to your loving embrace through death."

Gently she nuzzles your hands with her heads. Tracing the glowing marks that adorn her head you ask in a soothing voice.

"Tell me how you came to find me."

"After the battle with Liyue and the human-adepti I retreated to the depths of the ocean to heal myself. I was dormant when Teyvat called us. It spoke about harm coming to you, at how your gold blood had been bleached."

"Who is 'us'? You also referred to yourself as 'we' earlier too."

"I was not the only one stirred by Teyvat. The water has become more lively with strong elemental currents. I do not doubt that there are even more beings awakening on land. We are all being called to defend you and pay back your liquid gold blood. After so long without you, we are regaining our reason for living."

So if many other elemental monsters are being 'stirred' then that means you could get more allies. Guoba didn't even know he used to be a god until he was told so was it in character or not that he knew you were the creator? You'll need to find more evidence on land but this was leading to a favorable situation.

But Beisht's fixation on your blood being gold was not good. You'll have to address that now. If you wait too long and it reveals outside of your control she'll believe that you were lying to her. God knows what she would do to you then.

"On the topic of my blood, there is something I must clear up. My blood is not gold, it is red."

An eery stillness takes over the atmosphere and you seemingly look down at the 3-headed hydra. The feeling of her scales seems to heat up a little, gritting your teeth you continue.

"I sincerely hope that you are not doubting me. The scriptures never said that my blood itself was gold. The true meaning of that text is that my blood is as precious as gold."

Your blank expression and sharp eyes don't leave her. In one hand you hold your sickle above and electro-coats it with a dangerous crackle.

The looming threat of death washes over you as the sickle crackles with more ferocity. Teyvat heeds your silent wishes and hydro starts rapidly spinning around you. Swiftly you thrust it into the water and it hits Beisht as she thrashes from the pain.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive this arrogant and foolish follower!"

She roars and begs, your heart is as tight as your grip on her but the sickle still crackles in the water. She's a sea monster and that's the only reason she hasn't died yet.

It's only the sight of toasted pieces of sleek flesh on her that you pull the sickle out of the water and back into the air bubble. The electro fizzles out and Beisht's sad wails echo around you.

She's whimpering and begging with near-silent pleas for forgiveness. Your hand is gentle and warm on the head that she is carrying you on.

"Hush now Beisht, this punishment was something you brought onto yourself. Never doubt my words, my teaching is law. Do you see how futile suspecting and denying me of my divinity is? Crimson or gold, my blood is not what matters most, it is I that exist above you."

Beisht's body seems to curl around the air bubble you stand in as you continue petting and soothing her. Your pleasant humming is a sharp contrast to your rapid heartbeat.

You were either going to die to Beisht or die to your electro. But this turned out better than you originally thought. Even though it hurt you to cause the one powerful ally you have pain, it was necessary. You can never let her entertain the idea of betraying you.

If you must play the role of oracle in front of the others then you must play the role of creator in front of the rest. Y/N was the oracle, the creator, and most importantly a liar.

"The fact that you could sense my presence on that boat intrigues me. How could you sense me while Ei could not? The same goes for the other Archons, surely they would have felt Teyvat's call too."

"The Archons accepted Celestia's power which drew them away from you. They worship you the mortal or human method more often than the way elemental beings do. Changing their style of worship may have connected them to other mortals better but it also muddled their sense of hearing Teyvat"

Her voice is hoarse and low, humbled after her punishment. Your smile was kind and your touch tender, but the sly part of your heart reveled in it.

"Tell me the difference between the two."

"Elemental beings worship by sacrificing parts of themselves to you. Some offer up energy, blood, lifeforce, and others give limbs. Only their own, offering up anyone else's would be sacrilegious. As elemental beings, we will always heal and reform. Celestia has possibly blinded them to the consequences of forsaking our worship to keep them away from you."

Now that was one of the most useful pieces of information you've gained thus far. What would happen if you convinced one of the Archons, not counting Ei, to try this style of worship? Would it enhance your position as the oracle, make you more suspicious, or give them the idea that you might be the creator?

Your thoughtfulness seems to make Beisht anxious, that's understandable seeing as you've proven to be volatile in her eyes. With a nearly patronizing pat on her head, you speak with a happy tone.

"As the creator, I require both elemental and human worship. I have many plans and it includes you Beisht. With each nation I visit and interactions with the Statues of the Seven, I gain more power. I will need you to spread the truth of my arrival to those who Teyvat awoke. Can I trust you with that?"

"It is a privilege to serve you, beloved creator. I will travel through the ocean and fulfill your command." She's clearly enthusiastic and grateful. You have her right where you want her.

"Stay quiet and careful, avoid fighting in general. I have much of the world to explore on my own and see to tell who deserves my forgiveness when everything is revealed. No rushing, I have a long life to live. The other elemental creatures will have the information I need too."

"I understand your grace. At this point and time, your main attention is to investigate the mortal's faith. I will stay unnoticed after this point so that I do not hinder your plan."

You had no plan on revealing your status as the creator. These words were only said to keep Beisht calm and peaceful. Beisht has such a terrible reputation as a villain that if she told the truth, it would only make them all think worse of you.

The little pieces of evidence you have acquired, proving your title might be enough if you were in regular Genshin Impact. But in this world with obsession, death, and violence, you could not claim that so easily. Beisht better be prepared to wait a long time, if not your whole life span which might not be long considering your luck.

"Can I really trust your words Beisht? You think lowly of the mortals for harming me but you have hurt me as well. And it's not when you doubted me, I'm talking about how you hurt me physically."

Your words are like a bucket of cold water. The suspicious gaze she receives from you makes her stutter.

"W-What do you mean your grace? The moment I spotted you, I drew away."

'Pathetic' that's what your expression told her. That's exactly what you thought of her. Her lie specifically.

"Never try to lie to me. This is your only warning. When you rose from the water, you spotted me first but you let yourself be distracted by the sight of Beidou. So caught up in the fight, it wasn't until I got banged up by everything that you finally spotted me and remembered your original task."

The words seem to hit the nail on the head as Beisht lowers herself to you. With an ominous air, you swing the sickle back and forth.

"I will not deny my sins. I lied to you and tried to hide it. Whatever punishment you choose is one I will accept wholeheartedly." Her voice wavers and cracks. She's scared and your smile makes her tremble beneath you.

But it seems to wash away as you rest your upper body on her head closest to you. Ignoring the lingering water droplets you pet her softly.

"It's okay Beisht, I know you were emotional after seeing Beidou. The pain and wrath were hard to fight wasn't it?" The forgiving voice you used was almost like a mask as you traced her scales using the sickle at the same time.

Unnerved, confused, grateful, and scared Beisht sounds like she's near tears.

"Thank y-you, your grace. The mercy you have on your creations is not something we deserve yet you give it anyway."

"I've been hurt so many times Beisht. So you'll prove yourself worthy of my trust right?" The sickle gets stuck at the brightest teal scale on her main head's forehead.

"Take this scale off and give it to me. This will be proof of your devotion to me." You whisper the command disguised as a request.

Without hesitation, Beisht's second head comes closer and you move away just in time to see her tug the scale off with her mouth. It's placed at your feet and it glimmers as you pick it up.

"It's beautiful Beisht. I will accept this as proof of your faith in me. It's time for me to be returned to the ship, do not forget what I have told you."

"Yes, your holiness." The attitude she has is much more subdued than the one she held when you first went down with her. You can now safely trust that in a worst-case scenario, you'll go to the ocean and have her bring you somewhere safe.

Fish and other sea creatures swim past you as Beisht brings you back to the boat. It's a lot further than when you left but that's no problem for the leviathan.

The Alcor is above you and Beisht only raises her head that has you on her above water. The air bubble dissolves and the sun shines down on you. The heat of it is welcomed after staying in the freezing deep for so long.

Yet it's the bright flash of electro that you are greeted with as Beidou jumps toward Beisht.

Thoughts bombard your mind on what to do, what to say. Electro, hydro, claymore, Beidou, Beisht, sickle, and defend!

With adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins, you bring your sickle up as a defense. Electro meets electro as the force of the blow keeps you both locked in place.

Planting your feet steady on Beisht's head, you grit your teeth and push harder against Beidou. In mere seconds your electro overpowers hers and Beidou is struck back to the boat with a pained yell.

The crew, Xinyan, and Xiangling rush to where Beidou was thrown. A sense of deja vu fills you as Kazuha jumps to you and quickly carries you away from Beisht.

After smoothly landing and setting you behind him, Kazuha brandishes his sword in Beisht's direction. The multiple cuts and bruises on his body show just how injured he got in the earlier battle.

A small part of you can't help but feel touched by his protection. Even though it's entirely unnecessary. Why didn't he immediately go check on Beidou? They are very close after all...

Letting that thought fade away, you place your hand on Kazuha's shoulder and smile reassuringly at him. Beidou grunts as she's helped out of the mess of broken wood.

A brief sense of vindication enters you at the sight of the multiple wounds on her, mostly likely from the previous battle. Splinters and new scrapes cover her exposed skin and a particularly big one went through her left palm.

The blood mixes with the wood chips as it drips off her palm. She's grabbing her weapon again and tries to head toward Beisht. Quickly you move to stand in front of her.

"It's alright Beidou, Beisht isn't going to attack anymore." Beidou's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you. Not a single scrap or drop of blood is on you.

Turning back to Beisht, you motion her to leave with a hand gesture. Obediantly Beisht dives back into the water and disappears.

The waves start to calm and the clouds slowly disperse. You think of the electro you used against Beisht and Beidou. The control you have over it has been growing, despite how dangerous it is, you'll need more power.

Eyes widening in surprise you're spun around by Beidou as she checks your body throughly.

"I was so sure you died, I never meant to hit you with my claymore. I'm beyond grateful that the creator protected you." Your earlier spiteful joy at her injuries melts into guilt at the caring way she was handling you.

Smiling sheepishly you pat her uninjured shoulder.

"If the creator wanted me to die by Beisht then I would accept that wholeheartedly. I'm sorry for worrying you and everyone else."

That small petty part of you wanted to bring up how this all could have been avoided by just not provoking Beisht since they didn't know she was looking for you. But maybe you'll do that when everyone isn't injured.

"I'm not sure whether to applaud you or scold you for doing something so reckless but I think that would be counterproductive at this point."

Beidou shakes her head as she speaks before sighing. Turning back to her crew and friends her voice rises above the murmur of everyone else's conversation.

"Listen up everyone! Beisht has fled this area, but we can always be attacked at a later date. Get inside, rest up, and prepare to arrive at Liyue tomorrow morning!"

Multiple "Yes, Captain!" can be heard directly after her words before they scatter to various activities. You still need to talk to Beidou but she beats you to it.

"Y/N, I need to speak to you about the situation with Beisht. I'll get cleaned up in the medical bay and meet you at the head of the ship."

You nod and head to where she was pointing. Kazuha, Xiangling, and Xinyan follow Beidou to the medical bay. Would they be a part of whatever conversation Beidou wants to have with you?

Swinging your legs as you sit on the edge of the boat, the calm waves draw your gaze. What will Beidou tell you? What lies will you spin to protect yourself?

It's the thumps of footsteps behind you that alert you to Beidou's arrival. With a friendly smile directed at her, you suppress the urge to laugh at the feeling of eyes on you.

Xiangling is most likely in the kitchen as Guoba is nowhere to be seen. Kazuha and Xinyan on the other hand may have been instructed to watch or listen while hiding.

You already knew your stunt may have bad consequences if you aren't careful but you didn't think Beidou would make your job so easy. After all, the more people that hear this conversation, the farther your reputation will spread.

"Hope you didn't wait too long Y/N," Beidou speaks amiably as she strolls over to sit next to you. Her mood is hard to read with the way she smiles but you can still guess accurately.

"I'm all good, I would even say that the break was appreciated with how tired I was."

"Then let's not waste any more time. I'm not here to interrogate you as much as I'm here to explain myself. I put the Crux and you into a life-threatening situation and although everyone else knows exactly what can happen, you did not. I'm sorry about that."

Your feet hit the boat at a slow pace as you think about her words. Now that the anger and chaos of that situation has calmed down, you aren't nearly as annoyed. Not up to talking just yet, you simply nod.

Taking it in stride Beidou starts explaining.

"For the past few days, monsters and leylines have been unusual. The leylines are spawning in new areas with stronger enemies than usual. The behavior of the monsters is strange too. They wander around as if looking for something and the boss monsters have become less violent. It's worrying and on our way to Inazuma, I saw the ocean change. That's why I had Xinyan perform to draw attention."

Seems Beisht was right to guess that other monsters were becoming aware. Hilichurls may respawn but you aren't sure if another monster species that canonically don't regenerate will still be alive. You need to speak with the enemies most likely to recognize you.

"Seeing Beisht listen to you was shocking. I mean she has always been hostile towards people. I don't wanna push you to speak but I would like to know what happened."

"When I was forced onto the main deck to avoid being crushed by the boxes I saw a part of the battle. That's when I realized that I could understand Beisht and the creator ordered me to speak with her privately. Who am I to disobey? The conversation was enlightening, to say the least, and what you just told me has confirmed it."

Your dramatic and cryptic words confuse your listeners. Standing up and balancing on the edge of the boat you continue speaking.

"I have been granted a prophecy! Well more like a revelation of the current and future events. The creatures of Teyvat are exhibiting new behaviors due to the creator's will. Of course that doesn't mean we'll stop defeating them, just don't take it as some grand evil rising."

The nearly childlike joy you speak with only confuses Beidou further. She stands up and tries to hold your shoulder but you twirl away from the edge.

"When was the last time we saw sudden differences in behavior?" Your words are spoken with a carefree smile as you continue dancing away.

"That would be when the traveler arrived on Teyvat and leading to the awakening of acolytes of course!"

You playfully tug the white ahoge that sticks out from Kazuha's hiding spot. He doesn't even seem glum at being found so quickly.

"And why did that all start happening?"

The feeling of eyes watching you faded as Beidou moves closer to the spot you stood with spread arms. Xinyan wasn't here but that's fine, the story you've spun will be spread either way.

"Because the creator's return was starting to approach! It may be worrisome because the creatures may harm people more than they did before but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate that the creator is a step closer to coming back."

In reality, you just wanted more allies. Paraphrasing everything to fit the narrative that you desire was easy in this situation. Very few people could tell if you were lying or not after all. In fact, some would even-

"Agreed. At the same time this all has been happening, the wind had gotten stronger. It's crisp and clear, it has become more active in communication too."

Between your celebratory smile and Kazuha's serene expression, Beidou had nothing to refute with. Instead, a wide grin crosses her face and you stumble as she drags you and Kazuha down to the main deck.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Everyone's eyes are drawn to Beidou as she yells. "The creator is a step closer to coming back to Teyvat and we all witnessed it! So let's celebrate like we mean it!"

It's impressive how nearly all of them already grabbed a glass of beer and raised it at her words. Cheers were heard all around as they raised the glasses and drank cheerfully.

Beidou had already released you and Kazuha to grab her drinks. Your eyes linger on the bloodied bandage wrapped around her palm. It was still bleeding heavily.

A familiar tug on your clothes brings your attention down to Guoba.

"Lala? Lalala!"

You don't fight the caramel-colored panda as he drags you toward the kitchen. It also doesn't let you notice how Kazuha was reaching out to you before being dragged into a conversation.

Xiangling runs around the kitchen with a tired but bright smile as you are pulled in.

"Thank you Guoba for bringing Y/N here! You can have this spicy cornbread as a treat."

She's quick to place a plate of food on the table and return to cooking. The sight of Guoba's food reminds you of your last conversation with Xiangling.

Yeah, you aren't forgetting that for a long time.

"Sorry for calling you here after so much went on, I just had another favor to ask you. I was curious if you can bless food the same way the creator can."

Wasn't she the one who fought a leviathan, is still somewhat injured, and went straight to cooking??

"I've never tried to bless food before but I would be happy to try! What food exactly do you want me to bless?"

Blessing food the same way the creator does sounds a lot like how you would feed the characters in the game. The most likely method would be cooking the food yourself and seeing if it had any effects.

The only other way you could think of blessing food would be by putting some part of your body into it. Which would be disgusting and a pain to do so, so hopefully you just need to cook it.

"I want it for Beidou to heal her hand. It's bleeding pretty heavily and she needs it to use her weapon. I was thinking something easy like sticky honey roast."

"Then just leave it to me Xiangling, do you have the recipe?"

"Yep! Right here." She hands you a slightly charred paper before scurrying over to a pot that's almost boiling over. Would you need to cook this manually or just use a pot like in the game?

The recipe consisted of 3 meat, 2 carrots, and 2 sugar. Nothing else was written on it... How were you supposed to cook with only this?!

Sighing you take the ingrains as the young chef runs around the kitchen. With a lingering sense of unease, you drop the ingredients into the pot and light the fire.

You turn around to grab something to stir it and look back to see it cooked.

Standing there stunned, you look at the perfect sticky honey roast sitting innocently in the pot. Deciding to count your blessings, you serve it on a plate and confidently call it blessed food as you hand it to Beidou.

It works surprisingly well, the bandage is unwrapped to see the skin sewn back together and most likely repaired. Beidou whistles as she examines her hand.

"Gotta hand it to you kid, this is pretty impressive. I usually have to wait for the creater to come and heal me up or wait ages for it to get healed properly."

"This was all Xianglings idea, she deserves the praise. I'll be sure to tell her the good news." You leave as Beidou begins drinking faster with her healed hand.

So you basically never need to cook again, what luck! Would giving someone a fried egg, bring someone back to life? Or would it wake someone up from a concussion or coma? That would all depend on whether characters are dead or just passed out when their HP reaches 0.

Walking into the kitchen, Xiangling is busy putting the final touches on the feast she prepared.

"Got good news for you Xiangling. The blessed food worked and Beidou's hand doesn't even have a scar."

"That's great to hear! I was pretty worried she would have permanent damage or something. She always brushes her wounds off if they aren't life-threatening."

Xiangling pouts at the memory of Beidou's recklessness as you take the initiative to help her. The silence is nice but your thoughts keep wandering back to the human remains.

"Hey Xiangling, I've got a question for you but this might be the wrong time to ask." The look she sends you is one full of curiosity.

"What happened to the families of those you killed and made into food? Did they not get a burial, casket, or at least an urn?"

The expression she wears is a mixture of guilt and disgust.

"Blasphemous people like them do not deserve a funeral. They die and everyone will scorn them for betraying the creator. Most families disown that person or act like they were never part of their family."

She stays kneeling by the cart of food and Guoba trods over to her with his usual carefree attitude. She holds him close and speaks sadly.

"They do deserve punishment for what they did but I want to believe the creator would want them to perish with some good blooming from it. At least by cooking them, that person can help another life grow, and my cooking skill improve."

Each time you ask something like this whether it's Inazuma or Liyue, the situations are always so much worse than you thought. To think what you thought Xiangling did from some sick sense of worship, which isn't entirely false, was mostly born from her signature kindness.

Do you condemn her, comfort her, or encourage her?

"We may never know exactly what the creator thinks, all we can do is keep moving forward. For what it's worth, I don't think you're in the wrong. Your intentions are pure and it's not like your actions can make the situation any worse than it already is."

You bend down and place your hands on her shoulders. She looks up at you and smiles happier at your caring expression.

"Enough about that. Let's go bring these dishes out so we and everyone else can enjoy them. We should be celebrating after all!"

The prep she usually has comes back and she's pushing the cart as you follow behind her. Everyone cheers as Xiangling hands out food and people sit down.

Picking a plate of F/F, you sit on a crate next to Xinyan and Kazuha. Beidou seemed to disappear somewhere with Xiangling again.

The taste and texture are like nothing you've tasted before. Whatever she did to make your favorite food taste even better needed to be shared with you.

"Real happy with that dish aren't ya?" Xinyan comments as you basically inhaled everything but the plate.

"If this dish was meant to be savored then she shouldn't have made it taste this good."

Xinyan laughs at your words before continuing to eat the spicy food she has on her plate. By the overload of spices you can smell, it must be one of Xiangling's creations that Xinyan is so happy to try.

"Now that things have calmed down, I wanted to tell you that I loved your music! It was a bit worrisome with all the fire but I understand that you needed it for the battle."

"Aw, that's real nice to hear! Most of my performances tend to burn down the stage but rock 'n' roll is all about that kind of fire."

"Must have taken you a long time to learn how to use your instrument and vision without burning down everything."

Your comment is casual as you start eating one of the desserts Xiangling brought out. Alcohol is starting to be passed around, you aren't sure if you should drink or not.

"I practiced loads with people as the 'audience'. They all died during the test runs but it's fine since they were already known for being sacrilegious. Burning them to death as a sacrifice was the best thing they could hope for."

The dessert gets stuck in your throat at her words. Coughing a little, you keep your head down to avoid showing your face. Kazuha rubs your back trying to help you.

Was it a trend for pyro-vision women to tell you horrible things with complete ease?! First Xiangling with the cannabilism to Xinyan sacrificing people...

"That was legal, right? Do you still sacrifice people like that?" You struggle not to stutter and Kazuha is still watching you with that same worried expression.

"It is legal in Liyue with the right certifications. Not long ago you had that private concert with the burning of a few treasure hoarders if I remember correctly."

Xinyan nods in agreement at Kazuha's words.

Maybe you should stop being surprised and just expect everyone to have committed crimes like this. What's next? Brainwashing?

Kazuha and Xinyan continue to chat about whatever burning they may or may not have participated in as Xiangling comes over with some alcohol.

"Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if any of you guys wanted some beer, rum, or grog. Grog is the lightest since it's just water and alcohol. I might just drink that since I just became old enough to drink."

"I'll just have a glass of beer, I have another concert tomorrow and the last thing I want is a hangover." Xinyan is quick to take a swing of the beer.

"I'll pass on the alcohol today, I drank enough yesterday." Kazuha glances at you as he speaks with a slightly nervous tone, no doubt remembering his behavior when he first met you.

"Could I have some rum? I wanna celebrate a lot after completing the first major mission from the creator." Discarding your previous thought of avoiding alcohol, you decided to drink to congratulate yourself for surviving this long.

Definitely not because you wanted a distraction from what you just heard from Xinyan. Nor of the idea that Liyue may be even harder to live in due to their dependency on Rex Lapis. That may or may not have also pushed them to be even more fanatic for the 'creator'.

The rum was sweet but it burned as it traveled down your throat. The strong liquor made your head spin for a split second. You're quickly coming to regret it.

"Hey, Kazuha? Can you watch over me as I drink? This rum is stronger than the drinks I'm used to."

You ask Kazuha with a flushed face as you rest on his shoulder. The lights shine down on you as everyone else is up enjoying themselves. As sweet as always, Kazuha smiles down at you and nods.

"I promise to watch over you. No harm will come to you especially as I don't plan on drinking a single drop."

Feeling reassured you thank him and continue drinking. The party is getting louder and messier with each drink given around.

Xinyan is singing and strumming her guitar as a good chunk of the crew sings along with her. Xiangling was passed out on a crate as her tolerance for it was still low. Beidou was the only one you couldn't see from your spot on Kazuha's shoulder.

"You're the work hard, play hard type huh?"

You sway a little as you jump in surprise at the voice so close to your ear. Kazuha peers around you at Beidou who was standing firmly despite the amount of liquor she already drank.

A feeling nags you that Beidou is still as sharp as ever. Someone who drinks as much as she does must have a high tolerance. The smell of alcohol is strong as she speaks.

"You didn't strike me like the type to drink rum, I would have thought you would go for a beer or just a single glass."

You follow her gaze to the multiple glasses next to you. It seems you drank a lot more than you initially planned.

"Don't look so disappointed Y/N! It's normal to want to relax with a good drink after such a long day. This is a celebration too. Let all your worries melt away."

She speaks with a cheer and your hazy mind makes you smile up at her. Your worries, anxiety, and general distrust of everything are the farthest thing in your mind.

The sharp smile Beidou sends Kazuha as he tightens his grip around your waist goes unnoticed. The weird tension that occurs is gone just as fast as it came and the liquor seems to hit you full force.

"I think I need to sleep, it's really hitting me now." Your head keeps falling onto his shoulder as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I'll escort you to your room Y/N-" "And I'll join you two with Xiangling, poor girl couldn't even handle the grog."

Kazuha's face is frozen in a smile as you drunkenly nod at Beidou. Xinyan who is still pretty sober waves at you all and you wave enthusiastically back.

Giggling as the room spins you let your body rest on Kazuha as he helps you down the stairs. Xiangling is thrown over Beidous shoulder as she follows you both down the stairs.

"If I ever let myself drink after this, I wanna drink with you next time Kazuha. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"That does sound nice, I'm sure the wind will have us meet again after this trip." Kazuha's voice can be barely heard through the fog in your mind. A crooked smile is on your face as you nod sleepily.

Fears of the future seem far away at this moment. The fear of coming across a statue of the seven and Zhongli appearing is like a distant memory. The mental image of saying the wrong thing, getting caught with the wrong group, and getting a torturous death is comparable to a dream.

As the urge to close your eyes gets stronger and harder to resist, you instinctively adjust your mask.

Your fragile and most important defense against a repeat of the Ei situation. Terror squeezes your heart as you realize just how dangerous this situation is.

All it takes is for Kazuha to remove the mask during your drunkenness. Whether it be out of curiosity of your face or kindness thinking it would be uncomfortable to sleep with it on.

Nothing you think, worry, fear, or do will matter after that. Despite the dismay, your eyes close as the urge to sleep overtakes you. With your consciousness drifting away and your body in the ronin's mercy.

I was really excited to post this chapter. Everyone's reaction to Xiangling's cooking was super funny. (Fixed it up on mobile so forgive the mistakes.) On the topic of Beisht, I have to say that my original plan was to have it be a oc. Haishan's ancestor from the Archon War. But after everyone was guessing Beisht, I started thinking if it could work. And surprisingly it did! All the main points I had with the oc worked with Beisht. Plus Haishan was still able to stay as a kid cause a visionless Beidou defeating a whole sea monster god just doesn't make a lot of sense unless he wasn't full-grown. And I honestly don't want to create an oc if I don't have to. I don't trust myself that much. Xiangling's cannibalism was supposed to be just a one-time thing. But a certain person mentioned Hu Tao and I realized I forgot to incorporate the rest of the world into it. So that's what inspired me to think deeper on it. I'm quite happy with how it turned out! It confirms Xianglings kindness, and the cruelty of the cult, and can help excuse any future plot holes I may accidentally create. So thank you certain person that I will not name in case that's uncomfy. I also wanted to ask ya'll a question. Do you guys expect certain sagau tropes from this series? Like I incorporated popular stuff like healing foods, mentions of gold blood, etc. But the only thing that I've really made set in stone in my sagau is the cult au and imposter au (without a true imposter masquerading as Y/N). I'm asking since I don't want people expecting something like a character to recognize us (like Fatui or acolytes from Khanriah -kaeya for example). Then get disappointed when I don't ever do that. Not saying I won't have interactions with those characters! I just don't want to lead anyone on. If you read this far then thank you <3. I really appreciate ya'll support. Just seeing a notification that I got a heart, comment, reblog or message makes my day. Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zeniths, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676

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horrorisunknowntoyou · 1 year

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The Moon will Sing

[SAGAU x Mexican! Creator-Reader]

A/n: I love SAGAU but realistically if I was stuck there I would be so sad I can't eat my culture foods ngl. Also y/n is implied first gen. Sorry lol. Also heavy leaning on y/n x Zhongli. Also title is from the song from The Crane Wives.

Also sorry if this sucks, it's kinda rushed and Idk what to do.

TW// obsessive-ish behavior

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You were transported to Teyvat after staying up all night playing Genshin before eventually passing out Infront of your computer.

When you open your eyes, you weren't in the comfort of your room but instead on gold altar.

People you recognized Infront of you as you sat up in shock. You hand hurting slightly as you looked down at it.

Blood.

In matter of fact, the blood was gold.

You watched as the wound healed itself on its own but your thoughts get interrupted as someone speaks up.

"My Grace, we are honored to have you here. The imposter has been dealt with, we pledge our devote loyalty to you."

You straight up passed out after this revelation.

After that whole fiasco, and you woke up to a bunch of crying acolytes.

Turns out, you were asleep for DAYS.

But you eventually grew accustomed to everything, honestly it wasn't as bad you thought it would be. Besides the weird obsessions and yandere like tendencies But there's one thing you missed dearly.

Home.

You were home sick and even the acolytes can see that. You didn't smile, you look off into the distance.

You miss the parties, music, going to swap meet and family members. Even the novellas your mother watched and eating her cooking.

Hell, you missed the internet.

It was just boring.

Then you got an idea, why not share them with your acolytes?! You get to explain your culture and maybe try to recreate dishes your mom made with ingredients here!

You immediately stood up from your throne excited. You immediately ran out of the temple, with the archons following you panicked.

"Your grace wait!" Zhongli yelled out chasing behind you. " You can't just leave abruptly like this! Please take me with you. "

You stood there, looking at a map you summoned looking at the places. "Sure! Let's go!" You grabbed around his waist and flew to places you needed to go.

He was practically beating his heart against his chest. The Creator was holding him! His ears were burning red in embarrassment.

You literally searched high and low, for ingredients alongside Zhongli. You either found substitutes or you quite literally had to create the ingredients. But once you had everything, you went straight to the kitchen.

The Archons were begging you, that they can someone else do it.

But you declined them, deciding to do it yourself.

You think the easiest recipe to do would be caldo de res. It's the one you seen your mother do countless times. And with your powers it should quicken the pace.... probably

Some of your acolytes were watching you, making sure your safe and do any task you asked.

Venti stood by the door way, along side zhongli and Xiao. Making sure your grace was fine.

At this point your at probably your third attempt at making this but you were really determined to get it right or at least

You took a spoonful and blew on it, taking a sip. And God it tasted like home, you place the utensil down and started to cry.

Venti was first to noticed, and thought you were upset. " Your grace don't cry! We can have some one else do it for you if your tired! "

You shook your head, wiping your tears smile. " I'm not sad, in fact I'm happy. Really happy. Would you like to try? It's a soup my mother always made."

Venti was so honored that the creator would even let him try, let alone a recipe the creators mother made!

Zhongli and Xiao whined, they wanted to try it too!

"Don't worry, you'll try it too!" You smiled, as you got a small spoonful.

Venti blushed, he's truly being rewarded, to be fed by the creator itself. He knows Xiao and Zhongli are practically seething in jealousy over this.

You were oblivious to it, feeding Venti small spoonfuls laughing. " Is it good?" You asked practically shaking in excitement.

He nodded happily, unknowingly teasing the other two in the room.

You made the jealousy even worse when you grabbed a handkerchief and clean up ventis face. Getting to be touched and so close to the creator smelling your perfume/cologne.

The other two pushed Venti aside, practically begging to be fed too.

You stood their dumbfounded but reluctantly agreed as well. Spoon feeding both of them, their faces light up.

They were so happy.

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After that, you started cooking other dishes, your acolytes and followers were always so excited to try it.

They saw how much you emotionally improved so they was no discussion over it.

You also started telling them old folktales and customs from your culture. Scholars started to appear and request to write it down and study it. You even taught them Spanish!

Thought they call it, [y/n's] language. And etc.

Sometimes when doing a task, followers can hear you quietly sing songs in your language.

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Your favorite thing, was reactions. The reactions your acolytes and followers had to your culture. They saw it as sacred, but you saw it as home.

You remembered talking to Zhongli because he remembers all of liyues stories and such.

"Zhongli, would you like to listen to a folktale?" You quietly asked, sitting on your throne. Him standing besides you.

" I'll be honored. " He says with a smile.

"There's different variations of this story depending of the region, but this is how I know it. Usually told to children to scare children into obedience. "

You cleared your voice, " long ago, a beautiful indigenous women fell in love with a man of higher social status. They lived happily together, having two children of their own. One day the man abandoned her, to either marry a more beautiful woman then her or a woman of his status. It depends either way, he leaves her. Her feeling threatened by this, consumed by rage and despair. She drown her children, meeting her own demised along side it. God curses her to wonder as a ghost searching for lost children so she can get into heaven."

Zhongli perks up at the story, " did you curse the woman yourself ?"

"ummm...yes?" You said unsurely.

" I see, a fitting punishment of her. " He says proudly.

" ahem, yes of course. Anyway she's called "la llorona" meaning The weeping woman..forever walking near bodies of water in search of her children so she may enter...umm.. heaven? "

Zhongli, tilts his head " what is heaven? " At this point your hands were sweating. " Ummm it's kinda like Celestia? But instead angels and stuff are there and it's like... Holy. You know? Anyway no more questions."

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Random Head Canons and such

If you have curly hair, best believe the acolytes would be fascinated by it. Especially if they give you baths and pamper you.

You would teach Venti songs you know for example: hijo de la Luna.

Sometimes you sing them if you feel like it. Mostly to little kids.

The Adults are definitely not jealous.

The Archons fight each other over being your dancing partner. This is because you needed someone to show how to dance bachata. And ever since they just fight over that spot.

Same for being food taster, they like eating your food and being the first one to try it is such a big honour. You don't know why? Either way they like being spoon fed your cooking.

They all listen to your stories and take your advice very very seriously. It's annoying lol

You taught them your cultures customs, for example birthday customs. You're absolutely not allowed to have your face smashed into cake. They absolutely refuse to do that to you.

Also if you like spicy food, they probably be amazed at your spice tolerance. You'll probably mess with them by eating a whole chile Infront of them.

There are times where you do get very home sick and won't leave your room. When you do, they try their absolute best to comfort you.

Also you have given some of your followers Spanish nicknames for funsies.

Sometimes you and your acolytes would speak Spanish with you. They think it's like the biggest honor to understand your language and speak it with you. But you just think it's nice. Plus you get to have secret convos with people you don't want to know what your saving.

That's all I can think of , off the top of my head lol.

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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Hello! Congratulations on hitting 5k followers! Wonderfully deserved~ could I request Azul with the Quit prompt? Could it also be after the imposter au? Tysm!

– Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

– Prompt: Quit. “No, wait, can’t we handle this another way? Don’t leave me!”

– Character: Azul Ashengrotto.

– Note: Desperate yan, third of the day.

For once in his entire life, Azul couldn’t find the words. Normally he was an expert that could come up with smooth and natural responses on the fly, he had a tongue of silver that he used whenever the opportunity presented itself, and had an air of confidence that was built up well. But he felt that confidence crumble, and suddenly he was back to that nervous, insecure, and unhappy person he was all those years ago. As he tried to open his mouth to say something, nothing came out. Instead, he felt something form from his eyes and drip down his cheeks. When he lifted his hands, he felt tears. He was crying as he looked at you standing before him, and when he saw your frown directed at him was not changing, those tears only began to fall faster.

It didn't work. Minutes ago he had offered all the gifts his money could buy, countless contracts, his eternal servitude, he was even willing to get down on his knees and beg for another chance. But you wouldn’t grant him that second chance he was pleading for. You didn’t want anything he had, you didn’t even want him. By now the tears were overflowing, he could only choke out sobs as he resisted the urge to just grab you. A part of that restraint went out the window once he saw you made the slightest motion to leave. As soon as he saw you begin to turn around, he lunged forward, latching on you but his knees were growing weak so he sank to his knees and held onto your legs with a scarily strong iron-like grip.

All his proposals and suggestions hadn’t worked, so he resorted to the last and only thing he could do. Beg. It was a miracle he could even speak properly through those tears and choked sobs. “P-Please, wait! Don’t go! Surely… Surely there must be something you want, something that I can do to handle this another way? You don’t have to go. Just name your price, name what you want, and consider it done…! I’ll do anything, j-just don’t go! Don’t leave me…!!”

#yandere #twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #yandere azul ashengrotto

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Yandere Shigaraki Headcanons

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW hcs, violent tendencies, childish mindset, unhealthy mindset, possessive tendencies, these are kind of all over the place, punishment threats, toe loss?, isolation, starvation, kidnapping/implied kidnapping

Checkout my Master List here.

This is my first time writing for Shiggy, so I hope you enjoy!

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^Why is this gif so hot to me?

✋Shigaraki is very possessive. Nobody is allowed to talk to you, not even Toga. That’s how immature he is.

✋Ashtray likes to show you his games or talk to you about them. If he’s playing a game, he fully expects you to be watching the screen over his shoulder like a good gamer girlfriend.

✋Goes out of his way to get those special gloves so that he can keep you on his lap. He loves hugging you. He doesn’t like smacking you on the ass, but he sure does love to playfully pinch it.

✋He will literally turn the world upside down for you as a romantic gesture. He wants you to know that he’s willing to level anyone and anything in order to show you how much he loves you.

✋Anything that hurts you is already ash to him. Consider it done. He doesn’t even need to ask. Just one look at your hurt expression will do it.

✋Shigs will do anything for your affection and approval. He’ll do anything to keep you safe too.

✋When he scratches at his skin, he secretly likes it when you stop him.

✋Honestly, the names he calls you can vary.

✋He doesn’t like nicknames like “baby” and “sweetheart”. It’s unoriginal and way too mushy for him.

✋He’s probably going to call you something like “Zelda” if he wants to be sweet or “Imposter” if he wants to be impish and teasing.

✋The closest thing you’ll get to a real nickname is a clever shortening of your name that nobody else has ever thought to call you in a loving tone (he just ends up sounding like a crusty crab though).

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Punishments:

✋Shiggy doesn’t spank. Shiggy doesn’t whip or paddle. He’s not a brat tamer. In fact, he’s a bit of a brat himself. It all stems from him being so immature.

✋He locks you up half of the time as a punishment and starves you for a third of it.

✋He doesn’t know how to take care of someone, even if he is madly in love with them. Hell, he doesn’t even know how to take care of himself.

✋At least you have Kurogiri to meet your needs.

✋The Shigster can’t bring himself to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t hurt others because of your actions and then blame it on you.

✋Don’t forget, he misplaces his anger like a child. You’re acting out because you were kidnapped. He doesn’t see it that way. To him, you’re just being irritating and difficult. “If you don’t want your best friend to die, then quit whining and do as you’re told!”

✋He threatens to decay your feet if you try to run away, although he’d never actually do it.

✋He will, however, have Mr. Compress take your pinky toe if he feels like you’re really misbehaving. With your equilibrium thrown off, you need help getting around.

✋Shigs is more than happy to step in at this point, giving you his arm to latch onto.

✋Only if you behave will he give you your toe back. That’s the whole game with him. It’s a childish game, but you know how much Shiggy loves games.

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alitheakorogane · 1 year

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Please make a part 3 omg, we almost never get venti being woth us in imposter au and i love this so much!! He is my favorite character and it hurts when people make him hunt us down for having the same face as the creator when he has hus friends face. So thank you so much for making something more real!♡♡♡

Don't worry, as of the time of this post, the third part of my Reader Protection Squad is on the works!

Venti is my favorite character in the game (along with Barbara). As much as I love the angst on SAGAU Imposter and Cult AU stories, I can't help but cringe whenever Venti does some bat-shit yandere while hunting the Imposter when he is also classified as an imposter himself by taking the form of his friend.

He is also the God of Freedom for Archon's sake. Why would he restrict the freedom of a simple human being without any hesitation just because they look like the Creator? Does it violate his principles of enforcing his ideals to his people?

It was screaming "hypocrite" to me.

He is usually mischaracterized, along with some of the characters in SAGAU fics to drive the plot forward or to just simply emphasize other characters. The Archons were the victims of these mischaracterizations in SAGAU Imposter AU fics, putting them in a bad light because they are the higher authority besides Celestia in the game.

But honestly, Zhongli and Ei are reasonable because of their aura and personality as the Archons and how they rule their respective nations based on their ideals, but Venti? The sweet and mischievous bard who is friendly and welcoming to anyone he came across? The literal god of freedom?

It could apply if it was Corrupted!Venti or Evil!Venti fics, but seriously.

No offense to those authors (I love your works, honestly), but Archons... you should have told us the logical reason why they are obsessive and acting out of character like it was caused by a bug in the system or something else. Maybe how the existence of a Divine Creator actually affects the beliefs of the people of Teyvat? Is Celestia pulling the strings? Or maybe it is explained by how they are actually acting in real-life Teyvat or when nobody is looking.

This idea was born because of all of this. I wanted to give my boi justice in SAGAU fics for once by testing how the story goes if he still has his canon personality in the world where the Reader was treated as shit because of mistaken identity.

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 7 months

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Yes, I'm still making my way through Archie era *however* someone convinced me to read "Imposter Syndrome" so I could baseline understand Surge and Kit, and then sent me some other comic screenshots

And

I have now become a Sontailsurgekit qqp polycule truther

Listen listen

It possessed me so badly I had to make a poorly done relationship chart

They could all be roommates, partners, still be enemies, they could be anything they could be everything

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Bonus!:

Kit and Sonic about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (affectionate) 🥺🥰💖

Surge and Tails about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (derogatory)

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Image Id under the cut

[Image 1: The image consists of four bubbles in each corner, eight arrows, and eight blocks of text. The bubble in the upper left corner depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first set of arrows extend horizontally between the Surge and Sonic bubbles and are colored orange. The text above the orange arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Hates him so badly that the relationship is fun. Blood. Murder. Pain. Has the capability to become attached to him in a Shadow like way. She would not kiss or fuck him but nevertheless the tension is off the charts."

The text below the orange arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Wants to be friends or at least rivals/enemies who won't kill each other so fucking bad. Recognizes they could be a fun power duo. WOULD say shit to her like 'you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid'. Not fully romantic but not platonic. Definitely wants to kiss her once. Just to try it."

The second set of arrows extend vertically between the Surge and Kit bubbles and are colored green. The text to the right of the green arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Needs him (won't admit). The feelings grow slowly over time into something not fully romantic but definitely not purely platonic. No matter what other relationships she will have this one will always be different and most likely stronger."

The text to the left of the green arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Toxic codependency and obsession. Would kiss her if she asked. Yandere for her. Has the potential to develop into strong love."

The third set of arrows extend vertically between the Sonic and Tails bubbles and are colored red. The text to the right of the red arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Instantly clicks as friends but develops slow burn kinda love. Not fully romantic but not opposed to kisses. So dense he doesn't realize that this 'friendship' is not just stronger than others' but also different than 'normal' relationships. Wants to be by his side forever."

The text to the left of the red arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Puppy crush and admiration turned love. Best friends. Would not be sad if they never date as long as they're together forever. Kisses him in his dreams."

The fourth and final set of arrows extend horizontally between the Kit and Tails bubbles and are colored blue. The text above the blue arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Definite bit of jealousy towards. Has never had someone relate to him and treat him like this. Likes him a surprising amount but would not admit it except under special circumstances. Has dreams about kissing him."

The text below the blue arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Wants to have some sort of relationship so fucking bad. Would kiss him if he wanted. Wants so badly to hit the lab with him to analyze his tech or make shit with him. Cares very very much about his wellbeing. He wants a relationship with romance undertones but also to not actually be killed. Thinks he's cute too."

End Image 1 ID]

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[Image 2: The image consists of four bubbles grouped together in the top left corner, four different colored arrows, four circles of solid color, and four blocks of text. The upper leftmost bubble depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first arrow extends diagonally between the Surge and Tails bubbles and is colored turquoise. It points from the Surge bubble to the Tails bubble. This arrow corresponds to the first solid color bubble near the top right of the image, which is also turquoise. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Grows to tolerate. Not super nice to him. Thinks he's helpful though."

The second arrow extends diagonally between the Tails and Surge bubbles and is colored blue. It points from the Tails bubble to the Surge bubble. This arrow corresponds to the second solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also blue. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Knows she tolerates him. Nice to her when he can be. Also kinda grows to tolerate."

The third arrow extends diagonally between the Kit and Sonic bubbles and is colored purple. It points from the Kit bubble to the Sonic bubble. This arrow corresponds to the third solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also purple. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Has potential to become obsessed with and/or admire. Actually likes him and would kiss under correct circumstances. Loyal to Surge first though."

The fourth and final arrow extends diagonally between the Sonic and Kit bubbles and is colored a pastel green. It points from the Sonic bubble to the Kit bubble. This arrow corresponds to the fourth solid color bubble at the bottom of the image, which is also pastel green in color. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"The Tails effect (aka, starts/tries to create strong bonds with those who remind him of Tails and has the potential to become affectionate with). Wants him to be happy and cared for. Would take a lot of time but has the possibility of developing into similar relationship as with Tails. Would not realize how easy he can begin to wrap Kit around his finger, but recognizes he (Sonic) is second to Surge."

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appleofthemoon · 1 year

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⸻ * ❪ ❀ ... EDEN

premise. your mentor taught you that the pure ones taste the best. what a joy it is to say you picked out the ripest of them all: soobin.

pairing. angel! choi soobin x unspecified species! reader.

pantone. yandere.

word count. eight hundred sixty nine.

warning. toxic relationship, mention of maiming & blood, corruption, soobin addresses reader as your grace, slight religious themes.

note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.

ANGELS ARE PERFECT, UNLIKE THE DISGUSTING MORTALS CRAWLING BENEATH THEM.

yet soobin didn't believe that. regardless of it being a statement that he should acknowledge and agree with, he preferred judging those he encountered based upon their personality. he used to be a fair and sweet creature, one who wouldn't dare to hurt a fly.

and then he met you—the lone apple in his garden.

from the initial glance, he naively thought you were just like him: innocent and pleasant. nothing about you made him feel uncomfortable or irritated, you were fine as you were. so he decided to get closer.. closer.. closer.. until he made the grave mistake: he took a bite.

his father had created him in a week; you had ruined him in a second.

after that moment, something shifted. soobin was no longer satisfied with seeing you once a decade, he needed to see you at least thrice a month. he couldn't fulfill his commitments without bumbling over the thought of you. he refused to make decisions without considering your preferences.

everyone was unsettled by this change.

this couldn't be soobin, no no no. their darling child would never act in such ways. he's always so soft-spoken and delicate, so unlike this.. imposter who ignored his guardian's instructions in favor of following his own desires, and even dared to lay hands on one of his siblings who foolishly stated their opinion of you in his presence. had one of the elders not intervened on time, there would have been more than specks of crimson staining his once clean hands.

eventually, it grew too much for the celestial beings to handle. the thing that dared to roam among their sacred land was not an angel, it was something dirtier than those stupid mortals. refusing to tolerate the imposter's presence in their rankings any longer, they believed that it was time to make him atone for his sins.

they ripped off soobin's wings and cruelly kicked him out of elysian.

he found it hilarious that they thought it would hurt him. that place was getting too stuffy for his comfort, so he didn't consider his exile a punishment. they could do whatever they wish, at least now he can have you without any restraints.

but really, it is you who has him.

soobin had forgotten that for the third time this month. although you had let him off the hook during the previous times, his careless slip of the tongue—calling you his—cannot be overlooked. if you didn't punish him, how would he learn?

“your grace, please forgive me.” his little voice cries out. tears had welled up within the corners of his eyes but he knew that letting them fall freely would result in further consequences.

you rise from your bed and approach his kneeling figure, lowly cooing over the way his eyes shone with hope. the brighter they glimmered, the more you wanted to crush them—to crush him.

lightly gripping his jaw, you force him to look directly at you. “i'm not sure. maybe you haven't learned your lesson yet, angel.”

he shudders in twisted pleasure from the way you press your tone upon his dead moniker. soobin blinks so innocently at you, his puffy bottom lip jutted out slightly. “i promise i have, please believe me.”

“then what is the lesson i'm teaching you?” you arch your brow.

swallowing thickly, he proceeds to recite what you had engraved in his mind. “i am yours, only you have power over me. i have no right to question your decisions since you know what's best for me. everything you do is for me, and i must be grateful that you saved me from those purely sickening beings.”

you remove your hand from your makeshift lock to clap lightly. with one non-verbal command, he finds his footing and awaits your next order. “very good, angel. now let's go to bed, it's way past my bedtime.”

“i shall follow you, your grace.” he nods, internally beaming after you reward him with a head pat. his scalp lightly burns by your fingers weaving themselves between his blonde tresses, yet he doesn't care. his pain is your pleasure; who is he to stop you from enjoying yourself?

when the two of you finally settle down in bed—bodies facing each other, your arm and leg draped upon his—you notice his intent stare. it doesn't take you much time to decipher what the look means; it was his way of asking you permission to speak.

“what is it?” you speak, presenting him with the chance to say what was on his mind.

“i love you.”

you purse your lips into a thin line. “where did such an admission come from?”

“i only want to tell you i love you until my throat bleeds, your grace.” he presents such words that have milk and honey dripping from each syllable, you feel like you can retch.

closing your eyes, you quietly order him, “go on then, keep on saying you love me.”

he does—he utters those words over and over again, even after his throat runs dry. because soobin is your angel, and he has only one reason to exist: to please you, his eden.

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #yandere txt #yandere soobin #yandere kpop #txt x reader #soobin x reader

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2broschlininahotub · 1 year

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Here is an idea I had an idea based on an anime I had seen. It was pretty short as in 30 minutes compared to the usual one hour. It was called Kakurenbo hide and seek. The idea was basically to light up an entire town as there is no sun. People are forced to play a game of hide and seek. So that the town lights up because of a god. This is the game hide and seek where you have to be the last one standing. They have to hide from giant oni masked creatures. Also all the players were wearing masks. Also the last one standing becomes the next it.

Here is the idea I had. The yanderes are the seekers. All seekers are wearing an Oni mask. There are two types of seekers. The ones that chase you down and ones that pretend to be a survivor only to turn out to be a seeker. The way to distinguish between an imposter and survivor. It was the eyes of the mask glow red. The seeker's goal is to capture the darlings. The seeker's send the captured darling's to a drop of point. This makes the darling be put inside an unbreakable capsule and, they're able to watch the game in the capsule. The survivors goal is to be the last one standing and finding an exit hidden around the area.

The lore of this yandere world would be this. It was game for a yandere to get their darling and a Darling gets a chance to leave. The last survivor darling gets to leave the city (which has the same population and size as New York.) and the ability to willingly give up their freedom for an another captured darling and the survivor is forced to play the game the next time.

This is what happens to the losers. The losers are split into two groups. Some get chosen by the yanderes as their lovers for ever. The chosen have their yanderes get to kidnap them for the rest of their lives. The ones who were not chosen were either killed by the yanderes or sent back into the town.

There actually have been rare situations that have happened in the games. This is considered the rarest situation yet.

I will show you the file of game 345. The important people in this situation are three boys. The darling Akane Shiraki. Yanderes Kyouhei takano and Kurosawa Yamato.

This will help in some context. The three were all childhood best friends. Akane made a promise with then that they'll be best friends forever as a promise.

Akane was the last survivor. Akane wore a cat mask. He was with Kurosawa and thought they were the last two survivors. Kurosawa who worn a dog mask had his mask shift into an Oni mask. Akane ran for his life. Kurosawa was chasing Akane saying that you will be his forever and that he should be a good pet and stop running. Akane then ran head first and was captured by Kyouhei who was wearing his oni mask and captured Akane. Akane did not know this was Kyouhei and thought this just another seeker.

This happened as the yanderes were picking their darlings. Akane was chosen by the Kyouhei and Kurosawa. The two were supposed to duel to the death to get Akane. That was until Akane said Kurosawa's name. Kyouhei realised it was Kurosawa when Akane called him. Kyouhei told Kurosawa his identity. They two then agreed to share Akane. The two then called of the duel. Akane was then given to both of them.

The unique things that happened here is that no one was able to escape. Second was that two yanderes like the same darling. The third two yanderes agreed to share. This event also had the lowest death count of two out 25 survivors. The two who were killed were killed by Akane and Kyouhei respectively. One was a girl who spread rumors about Akane. The second was a boy who had lewd pictures of Akane.

If anyone wants to write this au, you can just tag me.

I think I just made a dead by daylight combined with among us and hunger games au.

I want to tag some people to see what their reactions on this are. @ansy-tea @yandere-romanticaa

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere idea #yandere ideas #yandere x reader #yandere fantasy #yandere hide and seek #yandere oc

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Among Us Masterlist

This is a series that depicts different characters in the universe and positions in the killing game: Among Us. Feel free to request anytime~!

Crewmate

Jack Howl

Kokushibo

Death The Kid

Imposter

Sebastian Michealis

Bakugo Katsuki

Tomura Shigaraki

Third Imposter

Undertaker

#yandere among us bnha #yandere among us tomura shigaraki #yandere among us jack howl #yandere among us sebastian #yandere among us #yandere imposter shigaraki #yandere imposter sebastian michaelis #yandere imposter #yandere au #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere bnha x reader #yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere crewmate #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint

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bamboowrites · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐎 𝐀𝐔 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!

Disclaimer!

Works (posted)

First post: (fluff) our main & main team somewhat protects you from the other yanderes

Second post: (fluff, crackfic) you punish your yandere cult by using weird methods.

Third post: (angst) they finally realise they’ve messed up by hurting you, who they thought was an imposter.

Fourth post: (angst) your suffering from the cruel yandere cultists and human civilisations. Betrayal and trauma.

Fifth post: (angst) you die from blood loss trauma. the hydro hypostasis mourns you and Teyvat.

Sixth post: (important!) you explain why your personality has changed and why the 1-5th posts seem unconnected.

Seventh post: (fluff, crack) you stay up to make surprise gifts for them, now that y’all are on okay terms

Eighth post: (fluff, crack) expanded on 7th post’s chaos stemming from wet fatui boi

Ninth post: (angst, then fluff! reverse comfort) you comfort the guilty archons before stepping into their cities.

Tenth post: (fluff, comfort) you become Ningguang and Keqing’s sugar baby on a Liyue shopping trip.

Eleventh post: (questionable fluff) they over-protect you as you tour Teyvat, this link is for the masterlist of its multiple parts.

Twelth post: (crack, fluff) drunk archon chaos, punishments, and adopting diona, this link is to the masterlist of all three parts.

Thirteenth post: (comfort, fluff) you sleeptalk and your companions overhear your anxious thoughts, this link is for the masterlist of its multiple parts.

Fourteenth post: (crack) your cult quotes your fandom quotes from Mean Girls and Legally Blonde

Fifteenth post: (strong tw, angst) EvilConsort!Venti & AmoralEvil!God/GoddessReader destroys Teyvat

Sixteenth post: planning consort!venti

Seventeenth post: (comfort fluff) cult cares for depressed God/Goddess!Reader in/with healthy ways

Eighteenth post: (reverse comfort, fluff) you distract/stop your cult from overworking themselves for you

Nineteenth post: (comfort, fluff) your cult helps you lessen your body dysmorphia. reader is pre-transitioning/has body image issues.

Twentieth post: (crack) you almost punch your f/o, Childe and/or Itto, by accident-

Twenty-first post: (comfort, fluff, crack) you’re sick and your cult cares for you in different ways. Linked to the summary/prequel/future masterlist.

Twenty-second post: (fluff) you run into Aloy, who then heals you and shelters you

Twenty-third post:(fluff, reverse comfort) you let Baal, Sara and Xiao sleep around/on you

Twenty-fourth post: (crack) you made Childe your s/o, then he went on never-ending chaotic shopping sprees to your dismay-

Twenty-fifth post: (crack) you go Gordon Ramsay on your cult

Twenty-sixth post: (fluffy) you and one of your Digimons get sucked into Genshin

Twenty-seventh post: (all) reader chooses routes in response to being slashed in misunderstandings, linked to prequel+masterlist to all parts

Twenty-eighth post: (fluff, reverse comfort) you cuddle Xiao and threaten Childe with a knife lest he wakes Xiao up

Twenty-ninth post: (flangst, reverse comfort) you confess to Xiao after he got hurt for your sake

Thirtieth post: (angst, prologue + two linked parts) you choose to avenge yourself or spare Dottore

Thirty-first post: (fluff, crack) Childe comes home with the wrong kid and an octopus-

Thirty-second post: (crack) Kaeya and Diluc argues about the SOUP store while sitting on your lap

Thirty-third post: (angst) Tsaritsa confesses her love and drugs you when you struggle to escape from her embrace

Thirty-fourth post: (crack) Villain!GodReader goes Nanno on the transgressors, mostly terrifying the three archons

Thirty-fifth post: (fluff, smol ending crack) The Tsaritsa confesses her love to you. Venti low-key crashed while drunk ehe~

SAGAO cult headcanons

(fluff) sagao headcanon no. 1

(fluff) sagao headcanon no. 2

SAGAO AU’s world theories

SAGAO AU Theory 1.1 - Why we are special, and their god, instead of Mihoyo.

SAGAO AU Theory 1.2 - What makes us the special godly person, apart from other players

SAGAO Sub AU, MandCat!Imposter, Theory Alpha - About The Imposter, their imperfections, and the cult’s reaction. Tw: Mandela Catalogue Alternate Reality Game.

SAGAO AU Asks/Requests (according to sender)

@weakestpoint (p.s. ty for your asks! I enjoy your questions and ideas!)

What happens to the Darling’s close ones - your s/o, family, friends. Part one: angst. Part two: less tragic au.

@birozu (p.s. ty for the ask! Venti is very pog and appreciated ehe~)

Consort!Venti (God/Goddess!Reader’s s/o). The masterlist will be linked here.

@simpsforeveryoneandanything (p.s. you’re remembered as the t-posing inbox friend aha-)

Work 20: (crack) you almost punch your cult f/o - itto, childe

Work 21: (comfort, fluff, crack) you’re sick and your cult cares for you in different ways.

Work 24: (crack) you try to rein in Childe from continuing overspending for your gifts

@ognenniyvolk (p.s. ty for the ask, early likes, and wholesome inbox messages!)

(fluff) Ningguang and Baal as your wifes (separate)

@sweetstrawberrybabe (p.s. ty for the asks, early reblogs/likes and super nice messages in my inbox!)

SAGAO Work 18: (reverse comfort, fluff) you distract/stop your cult from overworking themselves for you

@the-kaida-family (your ideas and writing are so good how-)

SAGAO Work 22: (fluff) you run into Aloy, who then heals and shelters you from the manhunters

SAGAO Work 25: (crack) you go Gordon Ramsay on your cult

SAGAO Work 26: (fluffy) you and one of your Digimons get sucked into Genshin

SAGAO Work 28: (fluff, reverse comfort) you cuddle Xiao and threaten Childe with a knife lest he wakes Xiao up

SAGAO Work 29: (fluff) zhongli splurges to gift you a nice pendant ehe~

SAGAO Work 30: (fluff, reverse comfort) Xiao finds solace in your temple and you surprise him with you sudden appearance

@under-a-starry-night (ty for the request! fluff + Baal = happiness)

SAGAO Work 23: (fluff, reverse comfort) you let Baal, Sara and Xiao sleep on/around you

@emilemovhi (ty for your amazing idea!)

SAGAO Work 27: (all,masterlist+prequel) choose your routes in response to being slashed by the cult

List of SAGAO AU’s branched-out Series

Mental Health Comfort Fluffs

Geo Teahouse Requests Event for 400 supporters ehe~ (masterlist)

#genshin cult au #genshin yandere x reader #genshin yandere cult #genshin cult #god reader pov #bamboowrites masterlists

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chocolatte-and-despair · 3 years

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Among us!

Yan Orange, Brown, and White

I didn't see among us on the list of things you wrote, I would have written a different request but I don't know nothing about how you write the characters ahaha

Yandere Orange (Crewmate) (they/them)

Orange is a possessive yandere. From the moment that they had seen you, they knew they wanted to protect you. Even if you were an imposter. If you would be an imposter, they would be more than happy to feed you others or even feed themselves for you, just so you would be happy and would survive for a second longer. If you would reject them, Orange would be absolutely pissed. How dare you.. After all, they did, you don’t accept them!? They would probably become a third imposter, or in another word, a crewmate who ends up killing because of anger. Better accept their feelings.

Yandere Brown (Crewmate) (they/them)

Brown is an obsessive yandere. From the moment that they had seen you, they knew you were perfect. Everything you did was better than everyone else, and Brown was hooked on you. Yes, they knew that what they felt was not okay, but well, they were in a life and death situation, any sense of normality that Brown had was gone because of that. If you would reject them, Brown would be heartbroken but would think that someone else is getting in the way of your love, so they would go and try to frame that person. If they are gone, then, you will love Brown, yes?

Yandere White (Crewmate) (they/them)

White is a manipulative yandere. They have always been quiet, so they were surprised that you ever tried to befriend them. Because of that, they decided that you were theirs. I mean, you decided to approach them, so, they can own you, right? Anyone that would try to come close to them would be accused by white to the imposter. And seeing as you were always with white, they were never a suspect. If you would reject them, White would act like they aren’t hurt, but well, slowly, they would try to guilt-trip you, until you would accept some days later, not being able to handle it anymore.

#yandere among us imagines #yandere imagines #among us imagines #yandere among us headcanons #yandere headcanons #among us headcanons #yandere among us #among us #yandere #brown #orange #white #yandere brown #yandere orange #yandere white

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myficdump · 3 years

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Love Like You: Ch.1

Here it is! The Eddsworld fic I've been writing for 3 days :D. This is a platonic soulmates fic with soul marks and so far, the main focus is on platonic yandere Tord & Edd. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic and there won't be any ships. All pairings are platonic. I've yet to decide Tord's age, but I'm thinking maybe 26? Edd, Tom, and Matt are 17. Also, I have big events planned out but everything in between is vague so ideas are appreciated.

The title is from the su song Love Like You, but it might change as I figure things out and if I find something that fits better. I hope you guys like this! <3 <3 <3

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The three marks practically covered his entire forearm. Although they were three different flowers, they just clicked. They fit so well that unless you were close up, it looked like one soul mark. Edd liked that. It perfectly described his relationship with his three friends. Or, soon to be three friends. He had hoped he’d find the third one soon. Two of the marks belonged to Tom and Matt, who he found when he was young. He felt so complete when he brushed against them on the school’s playground. It was as if they filled a gap in his soul that he never realized he was missing.

Edd’s third mark was a mix of black and red today. It was a stark contrast from the mix of light blue and yellow of Tom’s and Matt’s marks. Hesitantly, Edd brushed his fingers against the top mark and winced. A sharp jab of dull anger and agitation welled up into his chest. Ah, something had really set off his friend today. He moved his hand lower down his forearm to trace over Tom and Matt’s soul marks instead. A wave of calm and contentedness swept the echoes of the anger away and he pulled his hoodie sleeve down.

While he liked running his hand over his marks as he did his schoolwork, he didn’t want to continuously touch his top mark if his friend was having an awful day. It would affect his own mood. He worried that if he did, then his friend would touch their own mark and then both of them would stay in a vicious cycle of intense negative emotions. It was a real concern as it’s happened a few times before.

Edd often keeps his hand pressed against his top mark, basking in his friend’s good mood. Especially when he’s had a rough day at school. Of course, his friend took notice once as they pressed their hand against their mark and their emotions intensified. Slowly, his mood lifted and when he concentrated enough, he was able to send a “Hi!” with as much warmth as he could. No matter what soul mark a person had, they were always able to talk to their soulmate if both of them were touching the mark at the same time and concentrated hard enough. He didn’t do this much with Tom and Matt as he saw them practically every day and had their numbers, but it was rare he was able to talk to his friend.

It was also rare because his friend didn’t touch their mark at the same time as him often.

After sending his greeting, his top mark changed to a deep white mixed with dark pink. Edd had laughed seeing that. It wasn’t often his friend was surprised. And seeing the affection mixed in made warmth fill his chest.

“Hello!” His friend sent back. “You sound young.”

Edd laughed. Of all the things his friend could have said, they had to comment on his voice. His friend didn’t sound bad themselves. Their voice was deep, with an accent he couldn’t place. Still, he wasn’t going to assume their gender. Only looking out for one type of person could cause him to miss who they were.

“No! I’ll be an adult soon,” He sent back, tongue sticking out in focus. “You have a… nice voice.!”

“Thank you. Listen, I have to go now. But I'll find you. I promise.” A tinge of regret passed through him, but they sent him another wave of affection through their mark.

Quickly, before they moved their hand, Edd sent, “I can’t wait to meet you!” along with his best attempt to project his own affection and happiness to them. He didn’t know if it worked, but their emotions dulled.

In hopes that they’d be able to do that again soon, he kept his hand pressed against his mark for ten more minutes until his mom called him downstairs for dinner.

So yeah, he wasn’t going to do that right now. At least, not until he checks later if his friend’s mood changes.

If that short conversation wasn’t proof enough, his friend was definitely older than him. Perhaps not old enough to be his third grandparent, but certainly older than him. Plus, he’s had that mark on his arm since he was born. All three of his marks were platonic soul marks, which were the flower type. Most often, these signaled platonic love. Edd took that to mean that all three of his soul marks were his best friends.

Romantic soul marks were often different, but as he and neither of his friends had one, he doesn’t know much about them since he never bothered to look into it.

Half of his childhood had been spent figuring out what his and his friends' marks were. After they learned how to read, they spent at least an hour inside the library searching for flowers that matched their marks. Finding them was difficult, but they were pretty sure his top marks were Heliotropes! And according to the flower guide they found, it meant eternal love/devotion. It was sweet and had him convinced that his friend would be his best friend.

The second mark on his arm, Tom’s, were Chrysanthemums. “You’re a wonderful friend,” the book had said it meant. His third and final mark, Matt, was Lisianthus. They represent appreciation/admiration for a friend, gratefulness, and charisma.

Unlike Edd, Tom and Matt only had two flower marks. Tom’s first mark, Edd, was Asters. It had meant a form of deep emotional love and affection, along with the message of “take care of yourself for me”. It was very fitting, A Hyacinth, Matt’s mark, was Tom’s last mark. Interestingly enough, under the picture of the flower, the book just said “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Other books just said they meant sorrow, regret, and forgiveness. Any time Edd asks about it, Tom clams up and asks him to leave it alone. Some things were just not meant to be shared.

Matt’s first mark, Edd, was Morning Glories. They meant affection and love. His second mark, Tom, was Daisy’s. While meaning loyal love and purity, there was also a deeper meaning of keeping a secret between friends. Again, there was a story there. Edd didn’t know what the secret could be, but based on his friends' reactions when he asked them, he left it alone.

Each of their marks was on their left forearms and except for Tom’s single Hyacinth, they were in bunches with multiples of the same flower.

Edd loved them, he really did. When he doubted his friendship with them, he’d look at his marks and remind himself that’s what they thought of him. It was just hard sometimes, to remember that he was loved. Sometimes he felt like an imposter, like he didn’t deserve their love. If asked why, he wouldn’t be able to put it into words. It was just how he felt at times.

Late at night when he wasn’t feeling too great, when stress just ate at him, he’d run his fingers over his arm, feeling his mark and whatever emotions his friend was feeling. He’d remind himself that if nothing else, the Heliotropes showed that his friend would always love him. Oftentimes, his friend was feeling content at night, and feeling that while stressed really helped him calm down.

Though on rare nights, his friend fed into his stress, morphing his feelings into a wave of intense anger as he rubbed his mark. He hated those nights but could never bring himself to move his hand away from his mark.

Edd sighed and put his pencil down. He didn’t feel like finishing his schoolwork anymore. Maybe Tom and Matt could come over and play games with him?

* * * * *

Meanwhile, in another country, Tord was pacing back and forth in his office. “Fucking incompetent, pieces of shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “They had one job! One easy, little job and still they fucked it up!”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. As the job truly was an easy one, how this happened, Tord didn’t have a clue. All those two idiots had to do was go into the government building, collect the information from the mole he planted there, and bring it back. That was it! Tord could’ve done it himself if he wasn’t so busy. And yet, the two morons were still caught, very nearly giving away the identity of his mole.

He wished he could bring the two back and torture them for this. But alas, they were already dead. Tord couldn’t afford either of them giving up any information on his army so he had them exterminated before they could be questioned. It didn’t stop him from wanting to smash something.

A knock on his door caused Tord to pause. As he took a deep breath, he stuck two fingers into the sleeve of his left arm to briefly trace his mark. He couldn’t see the color, but a cool flow of calmness and excitement pricked his rage. It was enough to stop him from shouting.

“You may enter.”

Paul entered the room, which wasn’t a surprise. He was one of the few who weren’t scared shitless to bother him when he was in a rage.

“You’re going on a vacation.”

“Excuse me,” Tord said flatly, a scowl on his face.

Paul continued on as if he wasn’t in danger of being shot in the foot. Well, to be fair, he wasn’t. Tord would never get rid of one of the more competent people in his army and Paul fully knew it. “With all due respect, don’t even try to argue with me. I could practically hear you grinding your teeth from outside the door and you’re going to wear a hole in your carpet. At this point, if you don’t rest, you’re going to give yourself stress ulcers.”

Closing his eyes, Tord took another deep breath and counted to ten. For good measure, he shoved his fingers into his sleeve again to press against his mark. The calmness and excitement soothed his rage as he said with an even voice, “And who else agrees with you?”

“The only name I’ll give up is Pat. I’m not stupid enough to think you won’t take your anger out at anyone else. Get ready, the plane leaves tonight.”

“You really aren’t going to give me enough time to sort anything out?”

Paul shot him an annoyed look. “No, because knowing you, you’ll just get too sucked into your work and not pack. I’ll take care of anything urgent.” He saluted Tord before leaving.

Tord rubbed his temples as he muttered, “He didn’t even tell me where I was going.” He dropped into his seat and yanked his desk drawer open. Leaning back in his chair, he lit a cigar and planned countless scenarios of his “vacation”.

A small part of his mind hoped he could find the owner of his mark. They seemed so nice compared to him.

Knowledge of his leave was no doubt spreading through his base like a wildfire, so he had no doubt no one would bother him. His soul mark was safe from prying eyes, so he rolled up his sleeve and traced the outline of the Sunflowers. His face morphed from a scowl to a small smile. His beloved was still feeling calm and excited. He wondered what they were up to.

The Sunflowers lived up to their name as they truly did bring warmth to his life. They were supposed to mean adoration and loyalty. He hadn’t met them yet, but considering they were a kid, the sunflowers were fitting. It’d be even more apparent once he met them.

Tord’s smile dropped. He really wanted to find them, get to know them, and fill their bond. But what about his army? So many people wanted him dead and in no good conscience could he drag a kid into this mess. He never allowed anyone under eighteen to join and from the short talk he had with his beloved, they sounded too young to be eighteen. People could say what they wanted about him, but he refuses to have child soldiers.

If he found them, he’d have to bring them back here. Hiding them here was the only way he could keep them safe.

With that train of thought, Tord sat up. Already a plan was forming in his mind. Nothing could be concrete until he met them, but he’d have an empty room ready for him near his own. Just in case he found them on this trip. Chances were slim but he hated not being prepared.

With that in mind, he left his office to go pack. The thought of finding them made this trip a little more bearable.

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Hello! I hope you’re having a good day! I have a request for Bellatrix Lestrange x hufflepuff muggleborn female reader (reader is a year younger than her). Bellatrix is madly in love with reader even though she despises her for being a muggle-born. Reader is terrified of her, but Bellatrix wants her to love her. Bella stalks reader at all times and is completely obsessed. She kidnaps reader’s family and friends and forces reader to marry her. Then Bella kills them off. I hope it isn’t too dark!

(Trust me, I’ve written darker, lol. In fact, gonna go ahead and say Bella’s thoughts are a bit darker than most of the other yanderes, so…warning: nothing too outlandish, but some of Bella’s pureblood bigotry and obsession stuff might be disturbing? Your mileage may vary. Also, I didn’t hit all the points in the ask, because I elaborated on some stuff and it was getting long, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.)

Purity was everything. And you either had it or you didn’t.That was it, on a fundamental level.

It was something she knew even before she knew how to read; some might say even before she knew how to talk. Her mother still told the story of when they’d set little Bella up with a playmate at age one and been somewhat mortified at how disgruntled and dismissive she suddenly became, in the presence of the other baby, until it had come to light a month later that the playmate they’d thought to be of pure birth was actually illegitimate via some filthy Muggle.

“She could tell that something wasn’t right with the little imposter,” adults would chuckle. “She had a nose for it, even then.” And they would pat Bella’s cheeks and she would soak in their words of praise with a broad smile and greedy eyes.

“An overly-intense child,” she had heard her father say once, when she was six and lurking in her parents’ doorway. “Well-mannered, but overly-intense. She is too observant of adult things, and she doesn’t get on well with other children, including her betrothed.”

“That contract has already been made,” her mother had responded, with a hint of grim humor. “They don’t have to get along. Just be glad he’s not secretly a half-blood, or Bella would sense it.”

And that was another thing that Bellatrix had grown up knowing to be true: that she was an incredible judge of character. As such, she never had to think about anyone twice; those who she loved were deserving of love, and those who she hated were deserving of hate, and those with whom she was indifferent were deserving of indifference.

Wanting someone, though…that was new.

And yet, even from the moment she’d first seen the mudblood girl- and of course, she’d known immediately that you were a mudblood, from the way that you carried yourself and from the surname that McGonagall had read off -she’d felt such a strong and unfamiliar yearning. Not love and not hate, but something with elements of both.

You weren’t ugly (Bellatrix never had been stupid enough to just assume that everyone ugly was a mudblood and everyone attractive was a pureblood, like Goyle and even Narcissa’s betrothed seemed to.), but it wasn’t your appearance that had earned Bella’s attention. It was something in your walk and the set of your expression and the awkward way you maneuvered in your school robes.

At twelve years old, Bella had seen the little eleven-year-old mudblood sit on the stool and wear the Hat, and she had thought, Be a Slytherin. Come to me. Sit here, and I will devour you alive. A mudblood in Slytherin would be a rarity, but Bellatrix wanted you, and so you were hers. She felt like a snake longing to bind you up in her coils. To squeeze you tightly, just to feel your feeble struggles and hear your weak grunts of pain.

She wanted to hear your voice.

She wanted to cut off your air.

But then the hat called out “HUFFLEPUFF!”, and Bella had expected to feel disappointed. Instead, a feeling of rightness washed over her. Of course, a mudblood had to go to one of the lesser Houses. Slytherin House could not be corrupted, no matter who Bellatrix desired. That would be like eating candy from a dinner plate: all wrong, no matter how much she enjoyed it.

No, it was only right that her mudblood was a Hufflepuff. Perfect. Not a mudblood who would think herself noble or clever. Not a mudblood with ambition. No, perish the thought. Just a Hufflepuff. Her Hufflepuff.

She repeated your name under her breath intermittently throughout the whole welcome feast: first name, last name, Hufflepuff.

She wrote it on her arm, when she was in bed that night, in the same spot where she normally doodled a Dark Mark, during her more boring lessons. When she awoke, she washed the ink off, satisfied that she would not forget your name.

It was while she scrubbed at the surprisingly-enduring stain of ink that she began to feel sick to her stomach.

Yes, she was always a good judge of people, and yes, she always got what she wanted, but…a mudblood? Did she really want anything from a mudblood but distance? Had she really allowed herself to grow attached to some-

She sank down to the bathroom floor and breathed deeply.

Was she like those blood traitors who disgraced themselves bringing half-bloods into the world when they had better options? She had never had any interest in her betrothed, a pureblood from a good family. She had always assumed that it was because she could only love herself and the Dark Lord (whom she had never met but heard so many great things about), and that marriage was just a means to an end, but…

Well, it wasn’t like she wanted to marry you, though.

She comforted herself with this fact. The air came easier.

She had no desire to marry her mudblood. Of course not. That was disgusting.

But her mudblood would not marry anyone else. Never. The very thought drove her back to her feet with a hot flush of anger coloring her cheeks. She whipped out her wand and aggressively cast Tergeo to rid her arm of the last of its ink. The skin cleared, with a sharp stinging feeling, either because she had been too fervent in casting the spell or because she had simply done it a bit wrong. She didn’t care; she savored the feeling until it passed.

For the rest of that year, Bellatrix woke up earlier than every other girl in the dormitory, got dressed hastily, and hurried over to the part of the castle (near the kitchens, but it was below her station to know where the kitchens were), where the Hufflepuffs would emerge for breakfast and classes. Contrary to the prim decorum her parents had instilled, she would drape herself carelessly over a banister and taunt the Hufflepuffs as they walked by.

“Oh, here come the badgers,” she would cackle, especially jeering at the ones she recognized. She already had a reputation for being a bully, so the Puffs, while annoyed, took it in stride and mostly ignored her.

Sometimes you managed to pass beneath her notice, in the crowd of yellow. But other times, Bellatrix would launch herself from the banister and wrap a tight arm around your shoulders, greeting you by your first name (instead of your last) in so sweet a tone that you flinched in fear.

“How’s my little mudblood doing this morning?” Bellatrix would coo, ignoring the other students’ protests at her use of the word.

“I’m doing fine,” you would answer quietly, ducking your head and averting your eyes.

It infuriated Bella that she was making such a spectacle of herself for a mudblood who didn’t even appreciate it. Bellatrix was beautiful, older, a Slytherin, a pureblood, and yet here you shrank, not in deference, but clearly in the hopes that your politeness would make the encounter end sooner.And of course, the other badgers soon realized that Bellatrix had taken a special interest in bothering you, and they started making efforts to protect you. Bellatrix changed tactics.

In her third year, your second year, she went more subtle. After all, it wouldn’t do for the other purebloods to begin suspecting that her interest in you, dear little thing, went past bullying.

She made a point of bothering other Hufflepuffs. Every other Hufflepuff. She racked up a few detentions right at the beginning of the year, reclaiming the badgers’ fear one hex at a time. Making herself a nuisance the previous year had caused them to forget that she was also quite willing to hurt them. Now, they remembered.

And so you feared her even more than before.

Whatever. What did your feelings matter, anyway?

Bellatrix commemorated your year of meeting by writing your name on her arm in ink every night, in her third year, and using Tergeo to clean it off every morning, until her left forearm always looked slightly inflamed. She imagined writing her own name on your skin, and she experienced a whole slew of new feelings at the image. She didn’t like to imagine the Tergeo part, though; she wanted it to be permanent.

She imagined carving her name, over and over again.

The first time, she would merely write “BB”, to let you accustom yourself to the feeling; she could be generous sometimes- it was a shame you wouldn’t appreciate it. Then, she would write “BELLA” a few times, in various places. And eventually “BELLATRIX”. She imagined her first time writing her full name would be on your back, right on the base of your neck. “BELLATRIX”, and just below it, “BLACK”. Your filthy blood would spill in the shape of her name, in her handwriting; Bella excited herself to excess, thinking of it. Picturing it. She dreamed about it, most nights (She rewarded herself when she had those dreams; they were better than the quite-forbidden dreams, the ones she forced herself to ignore, where she saw a wedding tiara glittering on your head and a loving smile curving your lips.), and could imagine nothing else whenever she walked behind you in the halls.

She practically ached with the urge to run up and pin you to the ground, to yank your head back by the hair and make you watch as she took out her best silver knife…

She left subtlety behind her in her fourth year. She cornered you in the library during the first week of school.

“What are you writing?” she drawled, taking the parchment from you before you could answer. When she saw the heading ‘Dear Mum,’ she made a disgusted noise and cast Incendio on the letter until it was completely charred.

“Hey!” you protested, hilariously still bothering to keep your indignant exclamation quiet, out of respect for the library or at least to avoid incurring the wrath of Madame Pince. “That was for my mother! Bring it back.”

“You can’t bring something back that’s been burnt,” Bellatrix scoffed. She wasn’t sure that this was true, but she figured a third year mudblood and Hufflepuff wasn’t exactly going to correct her. “Why do you still write to that Muggle woman, anyway?”

“Because she’s my mother,” you answered, with such disbelief that you couldn’t even be angry.

Bellatrix snorted, trying to emanate ridicule when inside, fury was filling her so quickly she thought she might set the table on fire, next. Again, she experienced the familiar feeling that she was a snake who needed to catch her prey up into her coils until you couldn’t move, couldn’t think of anything or anyone else but the tightness of her hold. To feel your warmth on her cold body, to steal it for herself, yes… “She’s a filthy-”

“Muggle, yes. Sort of my whole family are; you never fail to mention it.” You made an effort to sound droll, but your voice was shaking. “If you don’t mind, I think I can manage to love them regardless.”

Bellatrix let out an actual growl, causing you to wince hard. “I mind,” she said roughly, able to think of nothing but her sudden powerful desire to set something entirely different aflame.

All those Muggles- it was their fault, really. Without the Muggles, her mudblood wouldn’t be a mudblood at all. Worse still, the Muggles were getting your letters, your love…

She would rip their veins open with her teeth, if their blood weren’t too filthy even to piss in.

Smiling her nastiest smile, Bellatrix asked, “Do they even know how to use owls?” She made an exaggerated pitying face: “Or do you have to send it along the Muggle way?”

“I use an owl. The postman doesn’t come here.” You had abandoned any attempt at wit; your tone was sheepish again.

“One of the school owls, I imagine.”

“Actually, I bought an owl of my own this past summer.”

“What breed?”

You looked wary. “I forget,” you answered, clearly lying.

Lying to the one who owned you. Lying with the tongue that belonged to Bellatrix, with the air that Bellatrix had so graciously allowed you. Lying, as though you didn’t know that Bellatrix’s name would one day be written on your back, your shoulders, your arms, your hips, your legs…Lying, as if you didn’t know how easily Bella could cut. Your. Tongue. OUT, and watch your dirty, delicious blood bubble between your perfect, lying lips.

Smart of you, though; Bella had already been plotting how to use the bird to track down the Muggles. There was only so much that she could do to them from a distance, but oh, come winter holiday…

She didn’t actually need to be told what your owl looked like; she had followed you up to the owlery the morning after you all arrived on the trains.

She spent the rest of that year, and the following year, wringing albeit-uncomfortable conversations out of you and terrorizing the other Hufflepuffs, at the same time where possible, until her mudblood was feared by proxy, at least among the younger students, and even the other Slytherins started to notice that Bellatrix was being quite particular about her bullying.

“What is it with you and the Puffs?” Andromeda asked, almost accusatorially, after pulling Bellatrix firmly aside into a broom cupboard.

“Gross; this room is for servants, Annie,” Bellatrix complained, deliberately ignoring the question.

“The Hufflepuffs,” Andromeda repeated. “Why have you been so…focused on them?”

Bella released her least-ladylike snort. “You’re one to talk, sister dear. Who is that mudblood, the one who calls you ‘Dromeda’?”

Andromeda blushed furiously. “You shut up about that.”

A gleeful cackle. “You needn’t worry about what I say; it’s your betrothed who’s starting to notice how you pine and consort with that badger. At least I keep my fascination in her place.”

“What do you mean, your ‘fascination’?”

“Mind your own business, Annie; I mean it.”

“You’re taking your OWLs in a few months, and your marks have been worsening since second year.”

Bellatrix shrugged. She didn’t do much schoolwork, but she understood all of her classes fine. She allowed her grades to suffer to free up time for observing you; Slughorn even let her sit in on the fourth year Potions classes, in hopes of “improving” her potion-making. “And you’re practically a blood traitor already, and you haven’t even left school,” she said to her sister, before flouncing out of the cupboard to track down her Hufflepuff (and failing that, maybe set Ted Tonks’ robes on fire).

The summer after her fifth year, Bellatrix visited your house for the first time.

A Muggle house, in a Muggle neighborhood. The swine had all stared at her on her way over, because of her robes and her clear superiority. At your house, however, the man who stood in the front yard, trimming a hedge by hand, smiled at her in greeting and asked if she was one of his daughter’s friends from school.

Bellatrix suppressed her disgust at this new development: a Muggle, and a singularly detested Muggle at that, speaking so evenly with her. “Is she home?” she asked the man curtly.

“She’s stepped out, but she’ll be back shortly. Would you like to wait for her inside?”

Bellatrix stared at the man, hyperaware of the weight of her wand in one pocket and her knife in the other. He wouldn’t be expecting it, wouldn’t be able to stop her.

But she still had the Trace on her, and she wanted to take her time with the vermin who called themselves her mudblood’s family, not rush to incapacitate them before she could be overpowered by brute strength. She wanted them dead, but they ought to suffer a little retribution, first, for having received love that did not rightfully belong to them.

Every bit of love that had been given to them, every time she had to watch you run to your parents on the train station platform, and hug them, and chatter with them with no fear or discomfort or flinching…They were thieves, filthy thieves, and she would bleed them, burn them, until they forgot what love felt like.

When I am grown and officially in service of the Dark Lord, she thought, reveling in the idea, then I can do what I like with all of them.

She wrapped a hand tightly around her forearm, sinking her fingernails into her own flesh until the images of you kissing your mother and father stopped replaying in her mind. One day. Not yet. Just a little longer. She was a student of the honorable House of Slytherin, a daughter of the noble House of Black; she could exercise patience for just a few years. And waiting would make it all the sweeter, would make their dirty blood beautiful.

“I’ll come back another time.” Bellatrix glanced dispassionately from the man to the house, memorizing them. She could see you in the Muggle’s face; she would remove those features from him, she decided. One day. “Tell her Bellatrix Black was here.” The thought of how you would react, when you returned home and received her message, gave her a pleasurable chill.

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