Imagine the fucking unease and absolutely confusion the leftover dragons of Teyvat would get when they smell more than a hundred dragons on isekai!reader
Zhongli/stupid blinder that a mole rat broken nose imposter sagua Zhongli: "w-what? I must be having a cold but what that's strangely earthy and coral smell on them?" / "oh, they were in cahoots with other ancient dwellers before? As expected of a selfish slut... brother don't even know where the scent comes from💔"
Dragonrider!reader: 'man I fucking miss Star Coral, I wanna go blast all my enemies with his star breath so bad rn'
Yes this is based off Dragon Adventures the dragons there are perfect and beautiful
Edit: is my destiny for the shitposts to get more attraction than my actual serious posts
Relationship moments between Dottore and Deity! Reader
1. H O W ? ? ? Just how? From the day you met, you and Dottore were constantly at each others throats. Dottore look down on you because of the "artificial god" part of you, and you didn't like his comments for a single bit. Moreover, he didn't kidnapped just Traveler, but also you, and spent good chunk of time making fun of our humanity.
Well... Dottore's stunt with Moon Marrows did make him quite close to a position of a Moon God. But not to position of Primordial One. By Teyvat rules, all deities are serve under Primordial One. You, being their grandchild, have a similar enough aura. By all means, Teyvat viewed you as Primordial One.
So, take a wild guess, what happened, when Heretic Of The False Moon start setting up "rules" about not looking at the god while you were fighting alongside others.
Dottore was constantly hosted by his own attacks. At the end he was defeated. He was alive, but depowered. And, because of you being higher in godhood hierarchy than him, he has to listen to you.
You spent days going full drill-sergant on Dottore. Not only you made him remove curses from Nod-Krai gang. You made him personally apologize to everyone he has ever wronged, made him to work in a fields and so much more.
During that time, Columbina returned to Teyvat, and Tsaritsa exiled Dottore from Fatui.
You made him return Moon Marrows (and destroy the artificial one). Now, Dottore has nothing left.
You... felt a bit bad. Besides, Dottore had impressive skills. So, you took him with you, leaving him in Honkai World, in Herta Space Station. You trusted Herta to keep an eye on him.
You also keep an eye on him, spending at least few hours every day with Dottore. He assumed, that you keep him for his knowledge, but you quite quickly reveal, that you already knew everything he knows. You keep him, because you feel bad and because you are still human.
After that everything was blurry. You two start spending time together to do something trivial. Then Dottore apologized, truly apologized, for how he has treated you. You accepted it. One thing lead to another and you two start dating.
2. Dottore genuinely fascinated with your bloodline, but he would never study it. First, because he doesn’t want you to think, that he is interested in what you are, and not who you are. Second, because he accepted, that it is a work of divine. And, maybe, some things aren’t meant for mortals. However, if you offer him information about artificial gods, he will accept it.
The information sharing actually lead to some silly rumors about you and Dottore wanting to start a family.
3. You become interested in documentaries. Because Dottore can’t help it, but start rumbling about scientific errors. The more errors, the more sharp-tongue Dottore will become. Every documentary will become a comedy with him.
4. Keep him away from your electronics. Dottore will try to take it apart, upgrade and reassamble. He already did it to your microwave, it still spitting out pancakes at everone who pass by.
5. When he is in a playful mood, Dottore will try to peck you with the beak of his mask. He is careful, so he isn't a danger, just an annoyance.
Illuga had been excited to attend the expo, but not for what would be sold there. That's just a mere bonus. The real reason for his eagerness is the fact he'd get to see you.
He waits patiently alongside Flins for the timing, clearly buzzing with excitement that even the elder lightkeeper next to him could feel it ooze off of him. But he doesn't blame him though. He too was excited after all.
When the time comes, Illuga took a deep breath. Calming himself before he takes his place in front of their designated booth. He tries not to stiffen when he hears your voice.
"Huh? OH! ILLUGA! AND FLINS!"
They were glad you were just as happy to see them too. That eases the young captain a bit.
Though he grows nervous again once you pulled out the Kamera. Cooing and laughing gleefully in excitement as you took several photos of him and Flins.
All angles. Front, sides, back, from ontop the booth table...
He should be used to this by now, Illuga thought to himself. Maybe even envious at how calm and at ease Flins was. As if you weren't praising and staring at them with heart in your eyes...
He even tried his best not to react when you exclaimed,
"Uwah! Illuga you closed your eyes! Wait but it's cute though... I'm keeping it! Now one more time!"
He had to swallow down his embarrassment, trying not to blink again as you took more photos.
"Hahaha! You blinked again!", you had laughed in amusement from a different angle this time.
If it weren't for how too into it you were, perhaps you would've heard the faintest chuckle from Flins. Knowing full well how flustered Illuga must be inside right now.
It was only after you've gotten satisfied with your 'photoshoot' did you finally played their intended cutscene. They hadn't lingered, immediately gone once the cutscene finished.
An amused Flins attempting to assure Illuga as he crouched down in a corner. Finally letting out his embarrassment, ears red down to his neck and steam basically coming from the top of his head.
Wasn’t this the toy that scared a kid real bad so they ran away screaming only since it follows sound it just chased this poor screaming kid all over the place?
have you written what would happen if albedo or scaramouche found god reader first? if not, can i request them?
YANDERE FINDING GOD!DARLING FIRST // ft Albedo, Scaramouche
tw: yandere behavior, burn injury, kidnapping
Our two fav boys..we throughly enjoyed writing this. They seem tame compared to the others..but they're the worst you can get.
Hope you enjoy!
-Vin & Lilith
ALBEDO
In Albedo's case, it wasn't that he found you...he was the one to bring you to Teyvat.
As a homunculus, there weren't a lot of things he held dear to him. He cared for Klee, his little sister ever since Alice took him in, and he cared for his mother.
His mother, who didn't just create him to find the limits of alchemy.
His mother, who planned for him to be the one closest to the All Creator. To you.
The sense of purpose that had filled him after she spoke those words never faded with time. He thought about all the things he would be able to do for you if he mastered alchemy like his mother.
Albedo wanted to be as useful to you as possible, and that meant honing many skills for many more hours.
Then the fated day came and you chose him as a vessel, alongside three others he didn't recognize and didn't care to remember.
Your warmth...it was everything he had imagined. Soothing, relaxing, filling him up until there was no space for anything else. It felt like floating in warm water without drowning. A heaven.
He finally was able to show you just how well he'd prepared himself.
But after not even two months, your presence faded and moved on, warmth lingering in just the fingertips.
The pain that followed was unfamiliar to the homunculus and he clutched his chest, gasping.
Had he done something wrong? There was no way. He'd calculated everything, even made plans in cases of failures. Everything was accounted for.
So then why did you leave him again, when he was created just for you?
Surely it must be a mistake?
Yet you stayed away, your holy presence not returning to him.
Albedo didn't cope well. He threw himself into his research to build a special machine. One that would bring your physical body to Teyvat, to him.
Surely you'd see how perfect he was for you once you stood in front of him?
He isolated himself, closed up his camp so that no one accidentally saw something they shouldn't. Since people were used to him preferring Dragonspine over the city, they didn't bother him. Timaeus and Sucrose checked in sometimes, but they stayed away after he asked them to.
Albedo finished constructing the machine after a few weeks, dedicating all his time to it and nothing else.
As he pressed the button, lights inside and outside the contraption activated, spinning wildly.
Wind rushed into the room and he had to hold onto the secured desk to not be blown away.
At last it died down and Albedo blinked the grit out of his eyes. They widened at the sight of you, standing just outside his machine and holding onto it.
Your body was shaking, eyes dazed over and mouth hanging open. You were obviously shaken from suddenly being pulled here.
Albedo walked up to you and caught you when you fell, a smile playing on his lips.
Once you woke up, he'd be happy to show you how devoted he was to you.
And you'd accept him, wouldn't you?
You had to, when you saw that he was perfect for you.
SCARAMOUCHE
The Harbinger despised any sort of god like figure, the Archons, any ruler, anyone who deemed themselves more worthy than others on this planet.
He hated it, and he hated you.
He despised your existence, loathed being reminded of you everywhere he went. Teyvat it's self sung for you, for as long as he lives, he will never escape you.
You're the reason he's this way, he was never born under you, he was made to be a puppet. You made her that way, causing him to be thrown out.
He faulted you endlessly for his own demise, even as he grew stronger and became a Harbinger, he continued to curse your name.
Scaramouche didn’t care that others though he was blasphemous, scorning him for not praising their god that they all loved so dearly. That god did nothing but make those very people suffer in their lives, what good are they?
When you were first spotted, he felt no need to go after you. Fatui agents cheered for your presence, scouting multiple lands in hopes of finding you. Scaramouche berated them and humiliated them in response, to foolishly give into such a thing, they were nothing but dumb dogs like the rest of them.
He, himself, didn't know how much he was obsessed with you. You crossed his mind everyday, even if it was out of spite. He fell into your hold just like the others, but he never noticed.
And unluckily for the both of you, he found you.
The Harbinger knew it was you right away, the golden sun shining on your skin as you held held onto the wound in your stomach. He had spotted you from far away, zapping you down to the ground and leaving you with a burn.
Scaramouche stood over you and clicked his tongue, you were just so unfortunate to meet him, weren’t you? He was the only one who wouldn’t grovel at your feet.
A sick sense of pride washed over him as he watched you struggle to stand back up, he was greater than the god that even the Archons praised.
For so long he has been trying to find that pride, becoming stronger, destroying lands, killing others. But it all paled in comparison when he just took down Teyvat’s creator with one hit.
You stumbled back down the the ground as he pushed his foot onto your back, the pain was something you never felt before. You could only wince as he pushed harder, making you land onto the open burn.
A twisted grin came across his lips as he held his hand up, forming another ball of electro.
Scaramouche let out a cackle, something swirling inside of his chest. He never knew he could feel this good, he felt like he was on top of the world. He had the one being that everyone wants!
It would be a pity to kill you.
“Just to think...having you underneath me like this everyday..wouldn’t be so bad.”
"Shared Karma" , something different Xiaobedo modern assassin au 😆✨💜. I just wanted to paint them in dark clothing again, ps don't care about your opinions like it or not I ship them lol. Mr. Kreideprinz is so possessive huh 😅
idk if this counts as triggering or not so sorry if it is but what happens when God! falls for dottore (basically stockholme) and like God would do anything to go back to him?
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome
That's why our warning system exists ;) Anything triggering will be mentioned at the top of the post and especially on harder topics like these, we'll try our best to put the "keep reading" line at the top before the actual ideas and/or brainrot.
So here are my thoughts to this idea of yours.
- Lilith
Honestly, I'm unsure whether or not that can happen. Dottore shows no affection, no soft physical touches. He hurts Darling day in and day out and doesn't care about their well-being.
Maybe it happens with time. Just Darling being happy that one person doesn't see them as an Imposter of that god that the nations constantly mentioned, even if he's hurting them and experimenting on them. Memories fade with time, mind in a constant state of haze and pain. They may start mistaking his probing and touches as affectionate gestures. Whenever he actually deems it necessary to feed them, they are more than willing to do so as long as he holds their body up and in his arms just this much longer.
It's a slow process, and not a nice one.
Maybe it isn't love either. More of a feeling of addiction, of wanting to please the one person who didn't hurt them because of pointless accusations. He technically rescued them, didn't they?
In this version of the Experiment plot, Darling wouldn't be completely numb to the world. They'd react to outside forces. Childe comes to take them away? They struggle and bite and claw and use their Delusion to their best abilities. Dottore is given a death penalty? They sure as hell won't allow that, starting up a fight again and standing in front of Dottore with bared teeth and low growls coming out of their mouth. There's nothing distinctly human or divine about them anymore. And it hurts the other Harbingers and the Tsaritsa a lot.
They give in and don't kill Dottore, although they keep him as far away as possible from Darling, locked and chained up in the depths of the palace. Occasionally they allow them to visit Dottore and watch in envy and pain as they snuggled up to the crazed Doctor, who couldn't care less for the affections.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to any of them, but it would only take a few weeks for Darling to successfully break Dottore out. He wants to take over the world and they are going to help, no matter what.
They should have seen it coming. Their God is long gone. Darling is nothing more than a love-sick weapon that abides every of the maniac's wishes.
How the harbingers react to the 'Imposter' /// Il Dottore, La Signora
Warnings: Mild descriptions of gore, angst, implied death (of the Creator/Reader)
Synopsis: This is how I think those two harbingers would react to finding out that the 'Imposter' is in truth the Creator before anyone else.
A little A/N: Big thanks to @nicebonescomrade for being a big inspiration. Honestly, I may be looking at your blog way more than I should, haha.
- Lilith
Il Dottore
Dottore starts looking for the Imposter after hearing his fellow harbingers talk of them. Truth be told, he doesn't care about the Creator or the way all the Archons, including his own, crave their attention and light. He isn't even bothered by the fact that there is an Imposter walking around. All he wants to know is how someone managed to carve their face and body into that of the One. Was it Khemia? Alchemy? Or were they simply born that way, to make a mockery of the God? He would find out.
Finding the Imposter turns out to be a lot easier he expected. They had been fleeing from Liyue's adepti last, citizens talking about how they saw them run across the border into Sumerian territory. A death wish for those who have no knowledge about the local insects and animals surrounding the main city.
He finds the Imposter lying flat on the ground, sweat coating their skin and a sickly colour to their skin. They look just like the statues had depicted them. But to his surprise and utmost glee, their blood isn't red. No, it's a striking golden that pools below their dying body.
Dottore finds it amusing that noone apparently noticed it before. The golden ichor is a stark contrast to the dirty and ripped clothes. But perhaps they had been in too much of a hazey rage, all their focus being on their one wish: get rid of the person daring to impersonate their Creator. Childe had been just one of many prime examples of the acolytes' animalistic wrath.
Dottore runs a hand through their knotted hair, a crazed smile growing on his half-hidden face. "Guess I'll be the only one to ever know the truth, (Name). Just my luck, isn't it? I'll heal you right up and then we can start."
Dottore takes the Creator to the nearest hidden laboratory of his, chaining them down to the table. He doubts that they were strong enough to take him on, but he rather wants to stay on the safer side. Although they appear to be completely human, he doesn't want to take any risks. At least he doesn't have to worry about anyone looking for them.
And so the torture begins.
(Name) is barely lucid half of the time. Pain is all they start to know, they can't even remember how they got to be where they were now, chained and treated as nothing more than an experiment. They were lucky enough whenever the Doctor deemed it necessary to feed them and keep them tethered to this world just this longer.
The Doctor is the name he told them to call him. (Name) knows that it isn't his real name. Distant memories hid in the back of their mind, just out of reach. Bringing them forth is too painful. They eventually stop trying.
The experiment Dottore puts the Creator through are diverse. He starts simple: taking blood and finding out its components, checking their bond to the elements of the world.
Slowly they get worse. Does this organ function as it should? Is that an extra organ he sees? What does it do? What happens if he was to force cryo into her body, or any element at that. How do they react to a Delusion?
By the time he is satisfied, (Name) is broken. He would have discarded them if it hadn't been for a thought that struck him just as he was leaning above them, hand glowing with his element.
Why end the fun now? When instead he could make the Creator another toy of his.
He has more than enough time to play around more. After all...he is the only one who knows the truth, isn't he?
La Signora
La Signora, too, doesn't care too much about the Creator and their Imposter at first. In fact, she hates the Creator. If they were truly the loving, compassionate being everyone makes them out to be, why have they forsaken her so? What has she ever done to deserve her afte? All she had wanted was to love and be loved, while studying in Sumeru. Even as she forgot her painful past over time, the hatred never ceased.
She hadn't planned on looking for the Imposter despite the Tsaritsa's order to kill them on sight. Yet she still found herself wondering off just before her meeting with Inazuma's resident Archon, letting her feet carry her to one of this region's many crevices. Which is where she's standing now, looking down at what she assumes is the Imposter. Or should be.
Golden ichor flows out of their many wounds and pools on the ground below them. One hand bends to a weird angle. Their eyes slowly move up from the ground they'd been focused on until they meet Signora's visible one. And the Harbinger finds herself freezing to her spot.
Long-forgotten feelings bloom passed the pain, reminding her of what she used to be. An outsider, a monster, a traitor. Just like the human creator in front of her, she also had been called those words and worse. Perhaps the Creator hadn't forsaken her. Perhaps they had put her through that trial in preparation for their own descent to Teyvat, to have one person understand. For surely they must have known what would happen if they were to come into this world without warning and as a human no less.
Even as the Creator reaches out a tentative hand covered in golden blood, Signora continues to stand frozen in her spot. "Can I...ask for one thing before you end it all?", they choke through the coughs raking their body, more blood splattering onto their tattered clothes. "Can you...call me by my name? It's...it's (Name). Please...it's been so long...it's all I ask for."
This breaks the Harbinger out of her rigor. She squats down in front of the Creator, a smirk playing on her lips. She moves to caress their cheek, looking at them with fake sympathy. "Poor thing...it must have been awful to have each and every single person hate you."
"It's a shame, isn't it? That noone ever realized the truth", she mused, taking their chin in a tight grip. "You truly are the Creator."
A pitiful whine escaped their cracked lips. "I...am not. I'm only...(Name). Not...a god or...whatever you think me..."
Signora doesn't listen to their words, feeling the red hot spikes of anger engulfing her heart. In response to that, her hand's temperature increased until it becomes too much. The Creator tries to pull away, face scrunching up in pain.
"I hate you. I truly do. You put me through so much pain, and for what? To have someone sympathize for you in the future? Help you? Well, guess what. I'm not going to. I'm not even giving you the pleasure of saying your name. Oh no. You'll die here, by my hands, as the imposter you've been dubbed."
Signora laughs in pure, unbridled glee. "It's what you deserve! You're no god of mine. You're simply the reason for all my suffering."
I'm not gonna lie, your posts especially anything that has childe in it makes me wanna scream in happiness. So how about god darling asking childe if she can visit his family in morepesok? Imagine his mom on her way to the market and suddenly childe with the creator side hugging him is in front of the door
DOTTORE'S WEAPON PART 5
Here's the long awaited fifth part in my Experiment God series! It took me longer than usual to write unfortunately, but it's here now, so who cares, right? :D
If you're new and want to check out the other parts, you can find all of them on our masterlist!
Tagging @nicebonescomrade because she wanted to be tagged. <3
Warnings: Reader throws up once, mention of torture, trauma, mental breakdown, scalpel
- Lilith
(Name) eyed the Liyue doctor warily, eyebrows furrowed. Their mind told them that they knew this man, but they just weren't able to put his face to a name. Any memories of before the experiments Dottore put them through refused to resurface. Their mind was a blank space. They didn't even remember if they had family or friends.
A sense of unease spread through them and they tried to hide behind Childe, grabbing onto the back of his top. The Harbinger frowned, while Scaramouche and the Tsaritsa stood next to him, focused on the current conversation.
"I hope Tartaglia already told you that this is of the utmost importance. Noone is allowed to know what you're going to do here; not even anyone back in Liyue, once you finish your job and return", the Tsartisa spoke, tone flat and full of distrust. She would have prefered a Sumerian doctor as the nation was known for its wisdom, but this was the only doctor Childe had accepted. He'd outright told them that he wouldn't put their God's life in any other hands. Although the Harbinger deliberately failed to tell them that Zhongli was going to kill him if anyone else touched their God.
The green-haired man nodded. "Of course. I swear on my life that I will not speak about this nor write it down anywhere."
The gathered people did their best to relax. Scaramouche put his hands on (Name)'s shoulders and gently pulled them forth so that Childe's body wasn't shielding them anymore. They cringed and averted their eyes.
"(Name), this is Baizhu. As you probably have heard just know, he'll be in charge of getting that Delusion out of your chest", the Balladeer introduced them, not letting go of them even as they tried to worm their way out of his grip.
The doctor smiled. Although he'd like to come closer and give the Creator a proper welcome, he refrained from doing so upon seeing the fear in their eyes. Eyes that resembled the nightsky. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Grace. This on my shoulders is Changsheng, my beloved friend."
(Name)'s eyes flickered to the snake, eyes focusing on her. It's like a muted conversation took place between the animal and the god, and Changsheng slithered down Baizhu's body to get to them. A soft smile graced their lips at the feeling of the cool and smooth body underneath her hands and they picked the snake up, placing a kiss on their snout.
Their God looked back at the doctor and nodded hesitantly. "Very well. I can agree to that."
They had to. No matter the discomfort it would bring in the future, it was worth it in the end.
Baizhu started the process by reading through Dottore's notes several times, pointing out key notes to whoever had been tasked with watching over him on that day. It was always either a Harbinger or a high-ranked Fatui agent. They didn't trust him to leave him alone with the mad Doctor's research. And that was good. If circumstances had been different, he would have loved to delve deeper into them and try a few of those experiments himself.
The Delusion held a unique power in it, one Dottore described as 'Darkness Manipulation'. He found nothing about its exact abilities, only that it was a revolution to all known things and, should their God ever learn to control it, an unstoppable force. The crazy Doctor had been working on a training schedule for (Name), but he never got around to start it. If it was for the better or the worst, Baizhu couldn't tell. Had they been able to control it, they at least wouldn't hurt anyone. Now he'd had to tread with even more care to ensure he wouldn't activate the Delusion on accident. Childe had told him enough of their God's bad days to know that its power wasn't to be underestimated.
After he was sure he understood enough about the Delusion, the true test began. Baizhu took skin samples from the affected area on the Delusion, tried to see what kind of movements or touches would force it to repel him. It happened quite so often that he'd be flung into a wall, their God apologizing to him whereas the Harbingers laughed at his plight. He'd only remind them that it was his job to work out the kinks, even if it meant he'd get hurt. There was nothing to worry about.
But the worst reaction happened the day he tried to cut out the Delusion for the first time. Baizhu numbed the area with a potion in advance to ensure (Name) didn't feel any pain during the process. Changsheng slithered around their neck, resting her head against their cheek and flicking her tongue out in a way of comfort.
Scaramouche and Childe both were present, arms crossed and anxiously watching the procedure.
The scalpel slit into the skin with ease and (Name) turned their head away, eyes shut tight. He removed the excess skin covering the Delusion, careful not to cut into it. Scaramouche cringed at the sight of the skin now lying on a medicinal tray, opting to focus on their God's face instead.
The Balladeer gasped, rushing over to cup their God's face. Tears had been pouring down their cheeks, teeth biting into lips so hard it brought forth blood. "(Name)?", he asked gently, repeating their name several times. But they didn't respond, only grimaced and started to shake their head.
Their expression was a mixture of confusion and terror, body tense and ready to run for it. Although the affected area had been numbed, they still felt the pressure on their body. It brought them back to that lab, until their mind slipped fully back into the past.
The Delusion's light pulsed in beat to her heart, alerting them of what was to come.
"Doctor Baizhu, I suggest you leave the room."
Baizhu nodded and picked up Changsheng, hurrying out with one last glance at their God. Sweat had started forming on their skin.
Childe strode to (Name)' head, placing his hands on their shoulders. They writhed and bucked up, a quiet cry tearing from their throat.
"(Name)!"
Their desperation was obvious. If they didn't get them under control now, they'd be forced to knock them out to prevent the havoc their Delusion would ultimately cause in response to their feelings.
"(Name), please. Listen to me", Childe urged, bending down until his lips brushed against their ear. "You're not with him anymore. We're here. Your Ajax and Kunikuzushi. You're not alone."
Scaramouche rubbed their cheeks, placing his forehead on theirs despite their movements. Their breaths intermingled and his distinct smell slowly perturbed the iron stench of blood their memories had procured. "You are safe. You are free", he whispered. "You're not his puppet. Not anymore. We found you."
(Name) opened their eyes, lids fluttering. They gagged at the burning sensation of vomit in their throat and the two Harbingers helped them up just in time for them to vomit onto the floor. Scaramouche turned up his nose at that and closed his eyes for a brief second. He took a deep breath in his gloves.
Their God heaved and shook, a dazed look in their eyes. Sweat dripped down the side of their head.
"You're fine. You're safe. You're free", the two Harbingers whispered. They only stopped once (Name)'s eyes shut and they fell asleep.
From that day on, they were forced to take it even slower. None of them had thought of their trauma or the fact that this resembled what Dottore had done so much. They'd been careless to believe their God had forgotten what had been done to them.
Several weeks after that first failed attempt, (Name) had their first bad day in months. They stared at the ceiling, hands clutching the blankets close to their body. No movement was seen expect for the occasional subconscious blink or gulp. They didn't even listen to any orders urging them to eat and drink.
Childe stayed by their side the whole time, sitting on the bed, their head resting on his thighs. His right hand stroked her head, the other lay intertwined with his God's on the silk sheets. He rambled on about his dreams and the latest talk going around the castle. Then he'd reassure them again, speaking to them in hushed tones how much he treassured them, that he was so grateful to have them in his life.
They showed the first sign of life during his stories about his family. Specifically Teucer and his mother.
"I'd like to meet them."
Childe stopped, unsure if he'd heard it right. Their voice was oh so quiet, barely audible over his own and he hadn't expected a reaction at all the whole day. He looked down at his God, but their eyes remained vacant. "Who?"
"Your...family."
A euphoric warmth spread through his chest and he lifted their intertwined hands to place a delicate kiss on their knuckles. He smiled into the skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form on their skin.
"It would be my honor to introduce you to them, (Name)."
Therefore it was decided. Childe made quick work of convincing the others that it would be good for their God to leave the Ice Palace for a few weeks. They'd been cooped up in here ever since he brought them back, the only times they went out was for his departure and arrival. Besides, Baizhu's procedures drained them rather rapidly. He was sure that once their God managed to get a nice vacation with his family, they'd be feeling better than ever and noone had to fear an outburst. Most likely.
The Tsaritsa didn't like the thought of their God leaving her palace' safety, however even she found herself accepting Tartaglia's request. It wasn't healthy for them to stay inside all the time and interactions with people that weren't servants or the Fatui surely would do them good.
Not even three days after (Name) had uttered their wish they found themself in a carriage, bundled up in thick fur coats provided by the Tsaritsa. They were sure that these were from the Archon's personal collection, the icey smell and length telling them so. Once upon a time the thought would have made them feel uncomfortable, now they buried into them.
"Are you excited, (Name?)", Childe asked them. His bright grin made them smile back at him.
"I am. Thank you...for all of this."
"No need to thank me! Just enjoy this trip away from any prying eyes and tell me if you're overwhelmed. My family can be quite strenuous and I'll understand."
The journy took two days. Morepesok lay far up north where even summer days never brought any warmth and the generic occupation was fishermen. Most houses were ramshackle buildings that looked as if a harsh gust of wind would destroy them in a second in spite of the fact that Childe reassured her that wasn't going to happen. His family owned a more luxurious mansion, he said, thanks to his high pay as a Harbinger. Or a toy salesman, which was the occupation he told his family he had. They never questioned it, thankfully.
They came to a stop at a market and Childe helped (Name) out of the carriage after helping them put on a scarf and mask, instructing the driver how to reach his home. His arm wrapped around their shoulders and he steered them towards the various booths holding warm drinks and food, fabrics, clothes and so many other things.
Their eyes brightened at the sight, at the happiness the people exuded despite the unbearable cold and bleary environment. The both of them strolled through the market. (Name) got wary looks from the citizens, them openly displaying their distrust to the covered stranger, although they greeted Childe in a familiar way.
However that wasn't a surprise to them. They wore a black mask that covered half of their face. A safety precaution. One of many the Tsaritsa had worked out with Childe beforehand to ensure that nothing would go wrong on this trip.
Suddenly Childe whooped, opting to grab their hand and pulling them along as he ran through the crowd. A few people leered and insulted them, but most just shook their hand and continued on their day, smiling fondly at the scene.
(Name) found it hard to keep up and clutched the scarf around their neck closer, breath coming out of them in fast puffs. Due to staying inside ever since...that, they hadn't worked out or done anything to uphold their stamina. Hence they bent over, hands resting on their knees to catch their breath. They heard Childe apologizing and he ran a hand along their back, rubbing in soothing circles.
Two snow-white hands came into their vision and cupped the back of their head, making them look up. (Name) tensed at the sudden touch, but relaxed as soon as their eyes fell on a ginger-haired woman. Familar blue eyes looked back at her. "Are you okay, dear?", she asked, frowning in concern. "Please excuse my son for making you run like this."
Childe pouted and crossed his arms. His mother let go of them. "I already apologized!"
"And they were just focusing on breathing and probably didn't hear you! Again, young man!"
The ginger groaned and leaned down, his lips touching their forehead. "I'm sorry for not taking care of you better, (Name)", he whispered, careful as to make sure noone heard him say their name.
(Name)'s eyes crinkled and they chuckled, taking his hands and intertwining their gloved hands. "It's okay. You were just excited. I understand."
Coos disrupted their peaceful moment of looking into each other's eyes and both looked at the ginger-haired woman, who now adorned a big smile on her face. "I'm glad you're back, Ajax. Your siblings miss you. But who is this? You did mention someone was going to come along with you..."
Ajax grabbed the basket from his mother with one hand and motioned the woman to follow him. This time he walked slow, glancing (Name)'s way to make sure they were alright. "Let's get home first. This is no place to talk."
His mother was visibly confused by this need for secrecy, but she accepted it nonetheless. She hummed as they trudged through the market to the outerskirts of the village, the song a sweet lullaby.
(Name) saw their home the moment they turned a corner. Unlike its neighbors, it was two stories high and upkept. A fence surrounded the grande building, the metallic gate opened halfways. Just in front of the door stood the carriage that had brought them here.
"It's quite different", they murmured as they walked up to the entrance. Ajax squeezed their hand. "It's...nice."
They separated once they entered the building into the lobby. A fire burnt in a fireplace to their left, its warmth attracting the newly arrived. Ajax and his mother discarded their winter clothes first, hanging them up on racks while (Name) waited. The Harbinger came to them and went onto helping them out of the several coat layers. The scarf stayed, hiding the Delusion from sight for the moment.
His fingers toyed with the strings of the mask, a contemplative and sad look in his eyes. "Mother. What I'm about to tell you is a state secret. It was hard enough to get them out of the Ice Palace, so if anyone were to find out...yeah."
Telling his mother about their Creator meant admitting to working as a Harbinger. His mother who was the only person of his family to be granted such a privilege. (Name) put a hand on top of his, stilling the nervous movements of his fingers. They nodded.
Ajax took a deep breath, shoulders slumping. "Meet (Name)...our Creator and the God above all gods." The mask came loose with a soft tug of his hand and fell off, fluttering to the carpeted floor.
His mother looked at them with wide eyes, confused and shocked. She grabbed onto the back of a couch as a wave of dizziness washed over her. "Our...Creator? What? The Ice Palace? Ajax, what do you mean?"
Ajax went to his mother and helped her sit down. He stood staying, his hands resting on her shoulders. "It's a long story and I promise I'll explain more later when we're alone. Just...you can keep this secret, can't you? (Name) needs this reprieve. They just need to feel normal again."
(Name) walked up next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, snuggling into his side. He accepted the hug, pulling them closer.
"I'm just (Name). Nothing more", they said, voice hesitant. They didn't want to overwhelm the poor woman. It was clear that she was close to a breakdown. "Frankly, I...I wanted to come here to meet Ajax' family. The family of the one who saved me."
It didn't matter that it was Scaramouche who found them first. Ajax, their Ajax, was the one to get them out of that horrible place. They shivered and burried their face in his shoulder as old memories resurfaced.
A lithe hand touched their hand and pulled them down, only to be replaced by warm arms. The distuingished smell of fish entered their nose. Hands rubbed soothing circles into their back.
"I may not understand this situation, but..." His mother breathed out shakily. "You are in need of a family, aren't you? Your eyes...they remind me so much of my boy's after he came back from being kidnapped."
Her mouth found its way to (Name)'s cheek, lingering there. "It's nice to meet you, (Name). I hope you'll enjoy your stay here."
(Name) felt their eyes grew wet and she bit into their bottom lip to stop the sobs from bursting forth. But his mother looked into her eyes, and that look told them everything they needed to hear.
The first drops ran down their cheeks and they hiccuped as they pressed their face into her shoulder. Warm hands caressed their back and waist and soft humming tuned out the rest of the world.
(Name)'s heart was ready to burst as it realized it finally has found what it was missing all this time.
Wait with experiment!god darling imagine how cute it would be when Childe gets back?
Childe and Their God // Dottore's Weapon Part 4
Warnings: implied torture, mental trauma
Thanks for the ask, @messler31! I was actually planning on writing a oneshot that explains the relationship between Childe and Experiment! Darling more, so this is the perfect opportunity for that.
Part 1
Part 1.5
Part 2
Part 3
- Lilith
The connection between (Name) and Childe was established a long time ago, during his months spent in the cold dark of the Abyss. Deep inside the domain lay a temple, gold and obsidian covering every surface but one; a marble statue of the Creator, sitting on a grande throne, their hands held open in invitation. One that the young Snezhnayan took, finding the stone warm to his touch as he curled up in its lap. For the first time since falling into this place, his sleep went undisturbed.
After that first rest spent in the embrace of the Creator, Childe found himself drawn to their temple whenever his search for a wayout was fruitless yet again. No monsters disturbed him there, the hateful beings usually straying far from it. It was a most welcome sight, to see them clawing down the hallway, ready to rip his throat out without being able to do anything as long as he was in that room.
Sometimes, instead of sleeping, Childe would snoop through the various offerings placed at the outer edges of the circular room. Weapons and goblets covered in dust were thrown to the side, soft fabrics appreciated. Although he wondered how know of those things had rusted or been eroded by time, he was quick to dismiss his questions. Everyone knew that the Abyss was a domain in between space and time. Its ability to withstand erosion was to be expected to some extent.
Childe was sure that he'd have lost his mind in there, had it not been for the calm and warmth the statue radiated whenever he was near. He found solace in the marble, even if it never talked to him as he told them of that day's activities and fights.
Time passed and Childe grew closer to the end, the way out of this hell. It was only once he'd gained Foul Legacy that he understood why the monsters never bothered him in that circular room.
The temple of the Creator was a safe haven, the one place even the cold-blooded beasts of the Abyss would come to to pray for them and bring them offerings whenever another unfortunate human had stumbled into their home. He was the first one to ever come as far as that and, seeing that the statue's arms had moved from their previous position on the throne's armrest to an open invitation, they knew that if they were to bother the child there, punishment would come.
Childe's heart warmed at the revelation and he blinked tears out of his eyes. There, right in front of him was the door that would lead him out of this hell. He'd finally be able to go back and see his family, his little siblings again.
...Then why was he hesitating?
He turned around, hoping despite everything that he'd see the Creator's face smiling at him because of his accomplishments. He may have a monster inside of him now, but he had survived. The longing in his chest to see them again one last time was strong and he started to limp his way back into the innermost sanctum of the Abyss where he knew their temple was located. But before he could pass the archway into the hallway, stone closed it up.
Childe stared at the wall, eyes wide and teary, lips wobbling. Did his God not want him to be near them anymore? Has he done something to upset them?
His shoulders shook as he went to exit the Abyss. Quiet sobs escaped his mouth and he pressed a hand on top of it to stiffle any sounds.
A soft breeze encircled him and he froze, the warmth all too familiar.
"You've done well, my child. Do not fret, for I have a present for you"
Childe left with a smile, the knowledge that he'd been graced by his God's voice making him stand up straight in pride. They were satisfied, they had really watched him fight. Deemed him worthy enough of a present!
It took him months to understand what their present was.
Whenever their God watched someone close to him, a buzzing would fill his chest. He'd feel if they were displeased or happy, sad or simply there. He'd been granted a connection that had him this much closer to the Creator as he was sure none of the acolytes were like him. And the occasional whispers in his ears confirmed as much, telling him how noone else was this special to them.
He may not understand what he'd done to earn their God's favor, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
Thus it came as no surprise that his Creator's sudden disappearance years later caught him off-guard. As talk of the imposter spread across Teyvat, he itched to confront them. It was too much of a coincidence for them to appear at the same time as his God to stop coming to this world. Had the imposter killed their God? Or maybe worse, had they taken their place?
Despite the worries gnawing on him, he didn't act on them. His bond told him to be patient, that the truth would be revealed soon enough. Even as the imposter disappeared again, he waited.
Aches and small echoes of pain started to haunt his life. He thought that maybe this was it, Foul Legacy finally deeming him weak and decaying his body faster than ever. Was this his God's plan? To have him by their side after death now that he's served them so well in life?
Just when he was embracing impending doom, ready to hole himself up far away from his family to not hurt them, fates plans seemed to change. The Tsaritsa sent him out alongside the Balladeer, giving him the unique task to retrieve Dottore's latest experiments.
Awe, anger and renowed fervor filled him at the sight of his God lying on the table, covered in cuts and a Delusion imbedded in their chest. He cradled them close, his inner beast howling in pain resonating his own. Their Creator, the one whose love got him through the terrible Abyss, the one who'd graced him with their presence so often ever since.
Getting him away from their Creator was impossible after that. He stayed by their side or outside their room, cradling the thought close that they were finally here...albeit broken and incomplete.
So incomplete that even their memories had escaped them.
Five months after their rescue, (Name) spoke up for the first time. All the things Dottore had done to them came rushing out like a waterfall, their voice hoarse and quiet from a long time of not using it. Hollow eyes focused on the bleak wall, body quivering in visible anguish. They didn't remember a lot, only the most torturous thing they'd been put through. They didn't speak for some time after that again, falling back into the old habit of only listening to orders and staying still otherwise.
That's how Childe realized that the pain he'd felt the months before had come from them and not from the beast waiting inside of his heart. He was inconsolable for days, locking himself into the rooms provided to him in the palace and not speaking to anyone.
To his surprise and secret delight, his God came to him. Their tentative knock on the door roused him out of the stupor, his keen senses immediately picking up on their presence. They let themself in and sat down by his side, questions clear as day in their eyes. Yet they didn't say anything and just allowed him to hold onto them and cry his heart out.
Maybe they had felt this bond, too, or maybe they merely were concerned for him. He had never stayed away from them for long, so it must have been hard on them, too.
Around him, his God didn't hide their emotions. They told him when they were sad, when the memories haunted him. They didn't wait to break down like they did with the Tsaritsa or even Scaramouche. It was clear that the orders Dottore had successfully ingrained in their brain were hard to pass by, but piece by piece the both of them found out what (Name) used to like and did, and they didn't hesitate to call upon him whenever they needed anything really.
Of course there were off days, days where reality and memories mixed. Sometimes they were caused by a single glance at the Delusion buried in their chest, others they just happened. Those days were the worst for the Harbingers and the Tsaritsa.
Seeing (Name) go back to their old ways, shutting their thoughts off and not moving unless specifically ordered to do so was agonizing. They knew that the healing process was going to take long, but it still pained them to see their Creator reduced to such an empty shell.
Worse than off days were the other days. The days the servants had dubbed 'Danger Days'. Then not even Childe was allowed to be in the same room as them. Their Delusion would glow and destroy whoever entered, a single motion of black before nothing but ash remained. A strong power. And uncontrollable.
Most of the time the Delusion lay dormant, its powers quietly seething below its dark indigo surface. Only when their God feared for their life again, the panic brought forth by nightmares or even one wrong word said to them, did it activate and wreak havoc on their immediate vicinity. Distrust and trauma caused by not only the experiments, but also the hunts on their lives. They hadn't been able to trust anyone during their first few months on Teyvat and sometimes, those old emotions acted up, came out of the corner they'd been buried in to make way for even more trauma.
As soon as there had been no signs of the Delusion growing unstable again for a few days, Childe was there by (Name)'s side. His arms wrapped around them and held them close, and they'd put their ear to his chest and listen to his heartbeat. His hands caressed their back in soothing motions, and he placed his chin on top of their head. These simple moments where his God so clearly relied on him to keep the darkness at bay were the ones that showed him that he was their protector. And he happily accepted it.
Off days grew more infrequent, until it had been three months in which (Name) never once lost control of her emotions and stayed in touch with reality. The pride of that accomplishment showed on Childe's face. His grin threatened to split his face in half and he sweeped them of her feet and twirled them around. They both laughed in joy, the sound warming up the hearts of anyone near.
As jealous as the others were of their close bond, they were glad (Name) had found a home here. And they surely were going to open up more one day.
Unfortunately the happy days ended sooner than they expected.
Childe was ordered to return to Liyue in order to find someone who might be able to take the Delusion out of their God's chest. The parting was hard on all of them, (Name)'s cries ingrained into their brains forever as they struggled in the Balladeer's arms, reaching out for the Harbinger who smiled sadly at her from atop the ship.
The months following that were bad. (Name) refused to leave Childe's room, opting to wear his clothes although they were too big for them, and sleeping in his bed. His scent enveloped them and gave them the only comfort during these times.
Nevertheless (Name) made an effort to accept the food Scaramouche or the Tsaritsa brought them, trying to engage in conversations with them. They'd worried them long enough and even though their heart ached for Childe, they did their best.
They'd start teasing him about his height, show genuine interest in his story and just him personally. Scaramouche bloomed under their newfound liking to him and paraded around, smirking at everyone. He was superior to them and their God's attention proved as much.
The Tsaritsa was a more complicated matter. (Name) tried, they really did, but Venti, Zhongli and Ei had ingrained such a deep fear towards Archons in them that they'd involuntarily freeze up whenever they heard displeasure in the Cryo Archon's voice. It pained the Goddess of Love to see her beloved God cowering before her, so she did her best to stay away and give them time. Their God should come to her out of their own free will and she wouldn't force anything upon them.
The news of Childe returning to Snezhnaya, a famous Liyue doctor in tow, reached their God's ears sooner rather than later and Scaramouche was forced to accompany them to the docks each day, making sure they dressed appropriately for the weather and ate and drank enough. Their eyes would stare out into the horizon and every ship that wasn't a Fatui ship would make them frown.
Thus it was no surprise that, come the day that Childe stepped back onto the frozen docks of his home, their God flung themself at him and cried into his chest. His euphoric heart beat fast and strong now that they finally reunited and he was sure he even heard a growl coming from Foul Legacy in his mind.
They returned to the Ice Palace together, Childe opting to carrying them while Scaramouche had to stay behind and brief the Liyue doctor on everything they knew about the Delusion in their God's chest.
Childe placed (Name) down on their bed, taking note that the sheets were the same as they had been before his departure. He knelt down in front of them and placed his head on their lap, sighing and melting into their touch when their hands found his hair. They brushed through the soft strands and scratched at his scalp, and it was as if he hadn't been gone for months.
"I missed you", (Name) whispered, a small smile growing on their face. "I'm so glad you're back, Ajax."
Childe closed his eyes. His cheeks reddened. "I'm glad to be back by your side, too, (Name). I'm sorry for taking so long to return."
Their hands cupped his cheeks and forced his face up to look at them. "It doesn't matter anymore. Important is that you're here now. And that you won't leave me anytime soon."
He nodded, eyes alight. "I won't. I swear by my life."
Displeasure shone in their eyes and they shook their head. They placed a tentative kiss on his forehead, and he relished at the soft feeling of their lips, knowing he was the only one to be touched like that by their Creator.
"No, not on your life. Your words are more than enough for me. If you were to give up your life...I couldn't stand knowing it was because of me." Their hands moved to the back of his head and they placed their forehead on his. Warm and cold breaths mixed.
"As you wish, my dearest (Name)."
They spent the night together in a warm embrace, Childe telling them of his search for the doctor and leaving out certain details. In return his God told him of the teasing they did on Scaramouche, and the books they'd read.
(Name) admitted to staying in his room, scared he'd be mad at them for invading his privacy. But Childe quickly shushed their fears, telling them that his room was theirs. He had no secrets from them and if it comforted them, they shouldn't hesitate to go in there.
That night, a beautiful aurora lit up the nightsky all across Snezhnaya.
Ohhhh, what if the rest of the archons managed to know about what happened to the Creator after Dottore's experiment?
The Archon's reactions to Dottore's experiments
I did not think I'd ever continue writing for this trope, but here I am, haha. Thank you for the ask, Anon!
Warnings: Angst (no consolation)
Find the other parts through the following links: Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2
- Lilith
One wrong sentence was all it took for Childe to let the secret Snezhnaya had been keeping under wraps so carefully slip to his comrade.
"I wonder how (Name) is doing."
He hadn't even realized he'd spoken a loud as he looked across Liyue Harbor from atop the mountains encircling it. He sat on the ground cross-legged, one hand placed on his knee, the other holding up his head while the elbow rested on the right knee. The hunched position made his back hurt, but it was nothing compared to the worry he felt.
Zhongli, leaning against a nearby tree to stay in the shade unlike Childe sitting in the sun, frowned. His amber eyes narrowed on the Harbinger, who still didn't seem to realize the gravity of his words.
"Would you repeat that, Childe?", he asked, hoping he was in enough of a daze to not hear the eagerness and confusion in his baritone voice. His muscles tensed in anticipation and he crossed his arms to keep them from shaking.
Childe must have realized his mistake because his eyes widened and he stood up, arms motioning nonsense in the air. "O-oh, nothing. Just a thought, nothing to worry about, comrade", he blurted out. "I gotta go, duty calls, you know?"
The earth rumbled and sent the Harbingee stumbling, holding onto another tree for dear life. Several stone pillars protruded from the earth and encased them. Childe gulped. He was fucked. Even though it would be easy to get out of this enclosure by jumping on top of the pillars, Zhongli would most likely follow him and pester him for answers. If that were to happen in the city, under the eyes of every citizen...he couldn't risk (Name)'s safety. He just had to struck a bargain with the glowering man first.
As soon as the rumbling stopped, Childe let go off the tree and whipped imaginary dust off his jacket. "Fine, fine. I'm not running away. But let's struck a deal first! I can't just give you crucial information for nothing in return, isn't that right?"
The smile on the Harbinger's face was tight and forced.
Zhongli tapped his foot against the ground. "What do you want?"
Childe placed a finger against his lips, winking at the man. "Your silence. No matter what I tell you, you will not speak to anyone about this. The Tsaritsa wouldn't be happy with me if word got out I blabbed. In return I'll say nothing but the truth."
"I can accept to those terms."
The two men grabbed each other's hands, both putting more force behind it than necessary. Childe made himself chuckle. He did his best to uphold his cheerful persona despite the gravity of what he was about to say.
"Our beloved Creator has graced Teyvat with their divine presence", he exclaimed. His cheeks tinted red as he thought of their warmth and sinfully soft skin. (Name) has made it a habit to have him sit on the ground by their feet to rest his head on their thighs so they could pet his hair and play with it. They did it whenever their day had been especially straining to keep themself calm. "They are currently in the Ice Palace where the Tsaritsa and her most trusted Harbingers are taking care of them and...doing all they can to heal them."
Zhongli's head pulsed. Their God was here? Why hadn't he felt them? He was supposed to be their most loyal acolyte, the one to show them around Teyvat while others watched in envy at their close bonds. And... "Why are they in need of healing?"
The Harbinger's heart clenched at the memories of his first meeting with their God. They'd been so unresponsive back then, only listening to direct orders. They even had to tell them they were allowed to eat and move, it had been that bad. (Name) has made significant improvements already since then, talking to others in a soft voice occasionally, doing small, casual things on their own. Sometimes there were days when they'd retreat into themself and old habits came back, but the Harbingers' ans Tsaritsa's love often kept those at bays now that (Name) saw they could trust them.
The only thing that remained was to take out the Delusion. Noone had dared to, seeing as it was so close to their heart and lungs. Not even the most intellectual doctors were able to help, all wary of the consequences of taking it out now that it had become a part of their God's body.
It served as a constant reminder to what happened, and the fact that at first they'd labelled them as an Imposter. If no nation had ever hunted them down, Dottore may have never had the chance to take them away.
Often times, if (Name) just brushed it on accident which would sent a black spark flying into the air, they'd break down. It was painful.
Childe ran a hand through his hair, a tired expression now gracing his features. He hadn't wanted to part from his God, the pain a physical ache in his chest at being so far away from them. If it hadn't been for his extensive knowledge and contacts in Liyue, he'd still be by (Name)'s side.
He thought of their facial expression on the day of his departure, their empty eyes following him into his dreams. They'd begged to come with him, even going as far as to cling to him to make sure he absolutely had to take them with him. Their cries echoed in his ears when Scaramouche had pulled them off him, his pain a mirror to Tartaglia's.
"Don't worry! I'll be back sooner than you think", he'd tried to cheer them up.
Two months had passed since then. He didn't want to imagine the feelings his God was going through because of him right this moment. Hopefully Scaramouche was still by their side to lend them comfort.
Childe's voice dropped as he told Zhongli everything that had happened. From Scaramouche's findings, to him taking their God out of that cursed laboratory he'd burnt down later. Dottore's death, (Name)'s Delusion, their healing process and, finally, his true reasons for coming back to Liyue.
Zhongli stood frozen in his place as Childe finished the story. Never in his life did he think such a horrible thing could be done to their God. An experiment, so broken that they were dependent on the people that saved them from a horrible future as nothing more than a weapon.
A clot formed at the back of his throat. Why didn't he realize the Imposter was their God? Thinking back on it, the signs were there. Their sudden appearance whereas the God's vessels were left without the familiar presence of them. The absolute confusion and horror in their gaze during the hunts.
Perhaps it was because they had never thought their God would visit them as a human, a weak one with no memories no less. Or maybe it was their own desperation at the missing warmth of their God whenever they used their acolytes as vessels that drove them into madness.
However none of it mattered now. None of the reasons would ever be good enough.
They had hurt their God and driven them into the hands of a mad scientist.
Zhongli gulped, the clot in his throat holding back any words. His amber eyes burnt, and he fell to his knees as gut-wrenching pain made him falter.
Their God was in so much pain, all because they had failed to realize who they truly were.
Venti found out the truth through a long letter the former Geo Archon sent him, the ink splattered in places tears have hit the paper. The edges were crinkled and uneven. The deal struck between the Harbinger and Zhongli may have prohibited him from talking about it, but nothing was ever said about him writing down his findings.
He clutched the letter in his hands as his usual smile fell off his face, lips turning down in a frown. Unlike Zhongli, his cries were louds, the wind carrying his sobs and tears throughout his beloved nation. Storms raged across the mountains and city of freedom that day, dark clouds hiding the sun from sight. The people stayed inside, wary of the winds and praying to their Archon to let up soon.
The Anemo Archon, too, asked himself how they hadn't noticed the truth earlier. He thought back to the times he thought he'd seen their blood having a golden shine underneath the sun, how the statues had started cracked after the Imposter's sudden disappearance. Animals had gathered close to the pretender and even Dvalin had refused his pleas to look for them.
It was so painfully obvious now that he looked back at his past actions.
The next day, the storm ceased and the sun burst through the clouds to bring light to the world once again. Venti went to Angel's Share and sang his ballads, the ones dedicated to their God.
Only Diluc seemed to noticed the roughness to the bard's voice, and the way his smile fell whenever a particularly dark thought appeared to cross his mind.
But the bartender didn't care enough to find out what had their Archon so distraught.
Venti prayed to their God in his heart, vowing to show them the true beauty of Mondstadt should they ever cross paths again. He will not force them to come, nor will he try to meet up with them.
He knew better than to force them into another uncomfortable situation that would be going face to face with the Archons that had hunted them down so maliciously.
No, he'd wait and hope that one day his God shall find it in themself to listen to his prayers and begs, and wish to meet up with him.
Ei received the same letter as Venti. Just as it was with him, the weather reacted to her despair. Thunderstorms once again enclosed the islands, stopping ships from arriving and from going out. Lightning flashed across the sky in high arcs.
The letter was thrown into a lit torch and she watched the paper's ashes fall onto the ground. Despair made her keel over, even as she denied that this was reality. Their God surely was still watching over them from their heavenly place, guiding them. There was no way, no possible way they...
Her teary eyes looked to the statue hidden behind her throne. It's once serene face was now a mask of horror, her mouth opened in a silent scream. A hole ran through the stone where the heart would be and tears of gold stained the cheeks. Their hands were clasped together in a prayer in front of their face and they were bowed forward.
An eternal proof to their sacrilege.
Quiet hiccups escaped her lips. Ei moved closer to the statue and fell to her knees at its base. She lay her head in its cold lap, nails scratching on its surface in an attempt to somewhat bury her fingers in the non-existent folds of clothes.
She begged for forgiveness out of the depth of her heart, hoping her words and sincerity would reach her God.
She didn't know what she was supposed to do should her God hate her nation now, the one she'd crafted ever so carefully for her God to enjoy at the times they descended onto Teyvat. To stay the same as the God did.
That day, not even Yae could console her lifelong friend or get her to tell the shrine maiden what had happened to make her so sad.
Ooh, Tsarista finding out the I'm lost is actually their creator but find them broken by signora/dottore
Il Dottore Pt. 2
PART 1
Warnings: implied torture, graphic depiction of violence, mild description of gore
So, this actually works in favor for me with another anonymous ask. This post will be a continuation of Dottore's scenario, whereas the other one will be a continuation of La Signora. Not sure if I'll finish both today though. Probably not though because I'm not feeling well.
-Lilith
Dottore grunted as a foot pressed his head into the cold ground of the Tsaritsa's ice palace, on his knees with arms restrained behind his back by electro shackles. Quiet curses escaped his lips, and he spat onto the floor. "What's the meaning of this? I'm a Harbinger just like you, Scaramouche. You have no command over me!", he growled, anger coursing through his veins. How dare that rat, that puppet to tie him up like a prisoner! He was the one to give him his freedom and powers! He should be bowing to him, if anything!
"Maybe not him, but you are one of my loyal Harbingers, Il Dottore, so you better contemplate what you're going to say next", a feminine voice spoke up from in front of them, disdain clear in her voice. "I told him to bring you here under strict orders not to be seen by anyone."
Dottore turned his head as best as he could, looking up at the Cryo Archon from below his bangs and mask. Her Royal Majesty sat on top of her ice throne, exuding an aura he'd only felt once before. A shiver ran down his back.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness", he spoke through gritted teeth. To grovel at a god's feet...he hated it. The Tsaritsa may give his experiments a free pass and even found delight in the pain his Delusions brought, but he was still her servant. If everything went well and he got out of this situation without any further complications, maybe not for long anymore.
The Tsaritsa leaned back in faux non-chalance, silver eyes drilling holes into his head. "I'm greatly displeased because of your increasingly lackluster compliance. At first you simply stayed away from my court for longer periods at a time, coming back to give a very lacking report. I wrote it off as you having found another experiment to bring greatness to my country. Or maybe just something to entertain you. Whatever it was, I couldn't have cared less...until you started to blatantly ignore the orders I gave you."
The ice below her hands glowed. It was a warning.
"Hence why I sent Scaramouche to find out what's been keeping you away from me...and you would never guess what he found." The Tsaritsa gasped dramatically and covered her mouth with her gloved hands. "Oh, wait. You can. After all you're the one who comitted the worst of all treasons."
The blood in his veins froze as, with a single wave of her hands, a servant hurried up to her side, bowed and held out an all too familiar book.
The Tsaritsa took it and opened it on the first page. "Day 1: I found the Imposter in Sumeru, close to the Liyue border and dying of poison. At least it should have been the Imposter. It seemed the Archons have been blinded by their rage to not notice their golden blood. They had been their beloved God after all."
The temperatures dropped and electro pulsed through his body, causing him to convulse at the sudden shocks. Dottore and spat out blood, having bitten his tongue by accident.
"I shouldn't have been surprised. You've always been less obedient than the others. But to believe that you'd lie to me so, by keeping the truth of it all hidden from me..." The Tsaritsa's voice broke. "You dirtied our Creator, you made them a weapon to help you take us Archons down."
"Your Highness, please, let me explain-"
"Shut up!"
The Harbinger towering over him delivered a hard kick onto the side of his head. A crack was audible in the otherwise silent hall. Dottore's vision blurred and dark splotches appeared. His mask had shattered in various places, the sharp pieces digging into his skin and causing him to bleed.
Scaramouche was panting heavilly. "There is nothing to explain, Dottore. You betrayed us. We all know it."
The Tsaritsa motioned the Balladeer to take a step back as Dottore struggled to sit up onto his knees.
"My beloved Balladeer is right, Doctor. While he had been tasked with bringing you to me, Tartaglia...well, see for youself."
The only door's of the hall opened and heavy footsteps echoed back to them. Dottore didn't need to turn around to know what he'd find. There was only one thing the Eleventh of them could have been tasked with.
Lying motionless in his arms was you. The supposed Imposter. His new shiny toy that should have helped him rule this world. And, as ironic as it was, it was you. (Name). Their highly esteemed Creator.
A delusion had been buried in your chest, the skin burning and healing on top of it so that only its faint glow was visible through it. The energy that came off of you was extraordinary and made all of the people in the room shiver. Even the Cryo Archon tensed up on top of her throne.
Her cold, cold eyes burnt holes into his soul, his guard. Ice crept up his body. "No farther, lame excuses?"
Dottore hung his head low. To the others it looked like an act of giving up. Instead he started laughing, crazy and out of control.
"Why should I? You all know exactly what I've done!", he shouted, a manic glee in his eyes. "I admit it. I took (Name) for my own selfish purposes. Which was to get rid off the Archons as my fellow colleagues have failed to do. And then I would have ultimately killed you. (Name)'s power...it is so much more than I ever could have hoped for. It made them compatible with all the elements and their body reacted so well to my special Delusion. But of course...of course you had to find out. Just a little while longer and I would be the one sitting on that throne!"
The ice stopped just at his throat. His blue lips continued moving, rambling about all the horrible things he'd done to you oh so gladly, knowing full well that noone would miss you.
When his words finally faded, the cold overwhelming Dottore, the Tsaritsa spoke up again. "Dottore, you...I should have known a long time ago. So here my words. You'll die today, by my hands. You have lost any right to live. Everyone will know you as the traitor you are and as for our God..."
She turned to you, eyes softening just the tiniest bit before the anger flared up again at your scarred and broken state. "Our God will be safe with us from now on. Not as a weapon. No. All my Harbingers will from now on have one order: Find out how to take the Delusion out of our God's body without causing them farther harm, but keep it under wraps. I do not want word to get out to the other Archons. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Whereas Scaramouche knelt to the ground, Childe bowed. He kept a tight and secure grip on you, eyes roaming your broken body. "They shall not come to more harm with me", he exclaimed.
"I trust you, Tartaglia. Now...do you have any last words, Dottore?"
Dottore looked up at the Tsaritsa, opening up his whole heart, his hatred towards her and the others. He grinned. "Just one sentence...you're a furiously deceitful bitch, esteemed Tsaritsa."
This basically is a small interlude to the two Dottore's part. Kinda part 1.5? Anyhow, it was requested by @nicebonescomrade after I asked them if they wanted me to write something soooo...here we are. <3
Warnings: Same as ever. Implied torture and referenced gore; angst
Part 1 and Part 2 can be found through those links.
Enjoy!
- Lilith
Childe turned his nose up at the smell of rotten eggs and spoilt food penetrating his nose. Not even the lingering smell of iron and burnt skin could make it better. What the hell was Dottore doing? All his other labs, even once given up on, were in a better condition than this shithole. Or maybe that's exactly why he had chosen it. Whatever he had been doing here, it must have been something bad if the Tsaritsa had ordered him and Scaramouche to get in and get out.
Although admittedly his orders were a bit different. Whereas the Balladeer was to go in and get the crazy Doctor, he got tasked with retrieving the latest experiment he'd been working on. Despite his questions and digging the Electro holder for more information, he went in blind as everyone refused to tell him more.
"It was of the utmost priority."
Childe groaned and stuck out his tongue at the air. If it was so important, why wasn't he told more? He didn't even know what to look for!
Lost in thoughts as he was, he almost walked passed a certain room. He halted, light shining at a table in the middle of the circular hall. Several other desks and tables had been stacked with rows upon rows of books, papers, vials and what more. But that wasn't what had caught his eyes.
Childe rubbed at them and blinked, unsure if his sight hadn't played tricks on him. But no.
There, in the center of it all, lay a still body. Long, tangled hair crowned their head like a halo. He slowly stepped closer until he was able to make out more details, like the golden and bronze specks on the table and clothes. Or the Delusion with a to him unknown symbol in their chest, barely hidden by the thin stretch of skin that had grown on top of it. Or the emptiness of their eyes.
He would have presumed it was a corpse if their chest hadn't been moving up and down.
Childe didn't know what to think. It was clear that this was the experiment he was to retrieve...yet he still failed to understand why. They didn't look very responsive anyhow.
"Hey comrade, are you in there?", he asked, gently tapping the side of their head. For a few seconds their pupils moved to stare at him, only to go back to looking up at the ceiling.
That second had been enough for Childe to understand.
Memories flashed before his eyes, statues and crude drawings he'd found in the depth of the Abyss. A face that looked eerily like the one he was staring at right now. Whispers of a god, the Creator of it all.
Childe's shaking fingers reached out and touched a still liquid pool of gold, bringing them up to his nose. The iron stench penetrated his nose immediately.
This was...this was the One. The Creator. His God who had guided him through the Abyss.
Childe fell to his knees right there at his God's side with bated breath. He took their hand, marvelling at the soft skin and slender, although skeletal fingers. He noticed more, then. The bones that showed through their thin clothes, and the scars and cuts and bruises littering their body.
"What has he done to you?", he whispered as the horror sank in. And guilt. Oh so much guilt. Why hadn't he realized sooner that their God had come to Teyvat, to them? Why did it have to be that psychotic bastard to find them first?
Childe stood up with renowned fervor. His orders were clear. Bring their God back to the Tsaritsa. And he would, because there him, the Cryo Archon and the other trusted Harbingers would work on healing their God.
And, most important of all...they'd make Dottore pay for his actions.
He slid his arms below their back and knees, careful and soft. The complete opposite of what he was. But his God needed a steadying and comforting presence now, and he'd do his best to be just that. There was more than enough time to show them his love for fights and be accepted for it in Snezhnaya.
Childe placed an airy kiss on their forehead, even though they didn't react to anything else he'd been doing.
"Don't worry, Your Grace. You'll find back to us and your body in to time. And I'll be there for every step of the way."
no empathetic dottore, but yan dottore is good, right? can I get me some of that please? i just..hnng i love this funky little man
Yandere Dottore x Experiment God Reader
Just a small excursion of what would have happened if Dottore got obsessed with out favorite Experiment God. Hope you like it!
- Lilith
Warnings: Yandere Behavior, implied torture and human experiments
Find the actual "Dottore's Weapon" Series on our Masterlist! <3
He didn't know how or when it happened. He was a cold, heartless, psychotic researcher and he knew as much. The only things that held importance in his life were his experiments and Delusions. And, as it seemed as of late, you.
You were his newest addition and toy. Although you were human, the golden ichor of Teyvat's Creator flowed through your blood and marked you as said god. A god without any powers or memories of your past life.
The fact that noone else had seen the gold, all seven nations rallying together to hunt down the 'imposter' that dared to look like their god, was hilarious. Even the smallest cut brought forth blood. The hunt should have stopped as soon as it had begun.
Yet still they continued, too focused on their rage to see the truth.
Which was just as well for Dottore. He took the opportunity when you found yourself alone in a cave just outside the great city of Sumeru and snatched you up.
The nearest laboratory of his was one he hadn't used in years and thus perfect for what he was about to do.
He'd grinned as he laid you down on the table and secured you to it.
He was going to make a weapon out of you and there was noone there to stop him.
Then how did it come to this?
When did he start growing feelings for you?
The closer Dottore came to his goal, the worse it got. If he stayed away from you for just a minute, the gnawing fear of you escaping or being found haunted him. He'd always hurry back, roughly cupping your cheeks and looking into your hollow eyes to ensure you're still as unresponsive as ever.
He started feeding you more often to get you healthy again. He muttered to himself that it was only so you were strong enough when the time came for you to fight.
He started unlocking your chains and watched as you stumbled around the circular room, eyes wary. Any look of yours at the door caused him to tense up and ready himself to catch you before you even got close, but you always turned your back to it and strayed back to him to sit on the floor by his feet.
When the time came around for him to put your own special Delusion into your body, he put you under fully to make sure you wouldn't feel it.
In response to his little signs of caring, you felt your cold heart yearning to be close to him. You wanted to be touched more, to be held by him. You wanted him to keep you safe from harm. It didn't even matter he was the one who hurt you over and over again, after all, he did it to protect you, right?
Dottore hummed as he held you up by your waist, your legs to weak to hold your body after he embedded the Delusion into your chest. It glowed an eery indigo colour, the sign flashing to life every now and then.
"You are so perfect, aren't you?", he whispered, crazed eyes widened underneath his mask. "My perfect, perfect weapon."
A weapon he wasn't sure about using.
He wanted to keep you to himself. His own god, now turned into a nuclear weapon that could wipe out an entire nation by itself if he so wished for it. And you'd gladly do it. Anything that made him look at you just this much longer, made him praise you just this much more.
However even he knew that he couldn't keep you here all this time. The Tsaritsa was growing anxious at his continued absence. If she were to send a spy here, all his plans would be ruined before they began.
Thus he went back to Snezhnaya with you on a golden chain that connected to a collar around your neck. A mask smiliar to his covered your face and hid you.
The other Harbingers sent wary and curious glances at the odd pair. They all felt the aura you exuded, but all shrugged it off as one of the Doctor's experiments.
They weren't wrong, but they weren't right either.
Dottore bowed to the Tsaritsa and forced you onto your knees, a hand gripping your shoulder tightly. He introduced you as the Fatui's newest weapon, one the other nations would love to own themself.
For now he'd continue playing the coy servant the Tsaritsa wanted him to be.
If all his plans worked out, he'd be ruling Teyvat in less than a year.
And you'd be by his side.
His precious, caged little god.
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