Halloooooo!!! I saw your requests were open, and I was wondering- since you watch Gachiakuta, could I request some platonic Yandere parent Enjin? I’m really curious as to what you have cooked up :0
If not, then could I perhaps request a platonic (parental) Yandere god x sacrifice reader?
If you already did that, then ignore me ausgxjwjdhejejjew- but your writings are super cool!!
Thank you for your ask! Of course, I'd like to write for Enjin as well, but for now have Parental Yandere Goddess! Just a warning that there is little interaction between reader and the Goddess! I intend for this to just be an introduction.
Masterlist here. TW: suggested starvation, burning alive, and reader dies (although its not described in graphic detail)
Parental Yandere Goddess x GN Reader
"Eat," your father's voice sounded grim as your mother slid your portion of the rations to you. You looked down, seeing the miniscule serving of vegetables and bread. You didn't say anything in response, eating the food you were given in tense stillness.
Nobody said anything for the entirety of the meal. Even the most rambunctious of your six siblings followed in your footsteps, noting the forbidding atmosphere.
You held back a sigh. The rations were getting smaller and smaller, and this year's harvest didn't seem all that optimistic. As the village's farmers, your family took the responsibility to provide the townspeople with produce. Unfortunately, it had been a rough last year. Not only was your harvest less fruitful, but your town's church had increased the required tithe of all citizens.
Your heart clenched painfully, weighed down by anxiety. If this harvest wasn't plentiful… you didn't know how the town would survive another year. Your eyes landed on your father's gaunt face and your mother's gray hairs. Your siblings weren't fairing much better, all of them having lost weight just as you have.
You clutched your hands together in a silent prayer, hoping to appease your Goddess with your worship.
Recently, you had begun to doubt the existence of a higher power. How could the town's Mother Vareth, Matron of love, war, and fertility see Her children suffer and standby? How could She ignore your prayers? Your town's—
You jolted out of thought, the blasphemy feeling like a second-degree burn on your heart. You hadn't meant to think those thoughts. As of late, thoughts such as this one would bubble forth and sweep you away in surprise. Dragging your nails down your thighs, you hoped She would forgive your missteps and lead you back to the righteous path.
Forgive me, you finished your pitiful attempt of a prayer. You went back to finish your food, but all you could taste was dust.
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The door slammed behind your father as he stormed into the house. It was early in the morning, the usual time you and your three other siblings who were old enough helped your father out on the field.
The whole room stilled as your father sank to his knees, head clasped in his hands. Once again, nobody said anything, too scared by the sudden display of emotion. Your father wasn't an emotional man. You had only seen him smile a number of two times, and you can't remember him ever physically displaying anger or sadness.
Shakily, your father wheezed, "It's all gone." You could see his shoulders shaking. His head raised, revealing his glistening panicked eyes, "The harvest is ruined."
Panic erupted in the room.
You ran out the house, into the vast field, unable to believe the words your father uttered unless you saw it for yourself.
Eyes widening in horror, a gasp ripped out of you as you saw had become of the crops.
They had all turned black, withering away.
A scream tore free from your lips.
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Tithes were to be collected tomorrow. Your family had been in total disarray since that morning. Your mother hadn't come out of her room since, too weak from despair to get out of bed. Your father hadn't spoken a word since.
You had gotten by the week by forragging and hunting small prey, but that was not enough food to fully satiate your family, let alone the village.
A tug on your sleeve caught your attention. Staring up at you was your youngest sibling, Matthias. He was only six summers old. His doe eyes held uncharacteristic worry for a child his age as his fingers tightened around your shirt. "Y/N… Mommy is crying," he sniffled, his voice wavering."I—Is it because I was a bad boy and didn't do my chores?"
Your heart clenched painfully once more. Leaning down, you scooped him up, placing him on your hip as you cooed, "No, of course not, Matthias. Mommy just… doesn't feel well at the moment." You bounced him up and down, trying to settle his sniffles before they turned into full-blown crying. "Here, why don't we take a walk! I can teach you how to find berries?"
"O—Okay…" he whimpered, tucking his face into your shoulder. He was light—too light in your arms.
As you walked out the house and towards the forest, you spotted your eldest sister walking out with a bow and arrow in hand. It seemed like she was trying her hand at hunting, but seeing as she wasn't bringing back anything, it appeared to not have gone well. Her eyebrows furrowed as she caught sight of Matthias in your arms, quickly jogging to your side, "Oh no, Matty, what's wrong?"
"He's okay, a little upset though, so I'm taking him to pick berries," you responded for him.
She paused before nodding, "I'll come with."
Your walk was silent, accompanied by the tranquil sounds of the forest. Most of the large predators in the forest had migrated due to the large human settlements nearby, so you didn't have to worry about being attacked.
Crouching down, you started to explain to Matthias how to know which berries to pick. The younger boy seemingly forgot about his worries, blinking up at you intently as he listened. After showing him the edible and inedible berries, you pointed him towards the bush, urging him to try gathering the edible berries while you watched.
Your sister, Marie, watched the scene. The eyebags beneath her eyes seemed to have gotten darker.
Sighing, you leaned against her shoulder, "What are we going to do?"
She was silent for a while, before muttering out, "I don't know… Pray to Vareth for grace?" It was strange seeing your elder sister so wrung of hope. Normally, she was the one with a plan, with a determined, but optimistic mindset. That was no longer the case.
"Do you think… Vareth has abandoned us?" you whispered quietly, almost too scared to have it heard.
You were right to have the fear.
At your question, your sister's gaze snapped to you. They were filled with more anger than you had ever seen coming from her as she hissed, "Don't say that!" She was standing now, no longer sitting beside you as you rested your head on her shoulder. Matthias had paused from happily collecting berries, his squishy baby cheeks covered in juices as he stared on nervously. "Have you gone mad?" Marie demanded. "Have you… been thinking that this whole time?"
Her face was tense with anger and fear as she waited for your answer.
"Marie…" you stammered, cursing your sacrilegious tongue.
Taking your silence as an admittance of your guilt, Marie picked Mattias up by under his armpits, tucking his face protectively into her chest. "Don't you see, Y/N, how you have doomed us all? Why would Vareth ever grant our prayers for a fruitful harvest if the hands that sow the crops lack faith?"
"I… I can't look at you," her eyebrows furrowed as if she felt physical pain from the admittance. "Not right now…"
With that, you were left alone in the forest. Still in shock, you watched slowly as the sky turned into an inky black and stars twinkled down on you.
You didn't go back home for the night. You couldn't bear to see the look in your father's eyes as you admitted to all your shortcomings….
The summer air felt nice on your skin, and the sound of crickets dragged you down to slumber.
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"Is this the vituperative child?" a voice sneered down on you, stirring you from the comforts of sleep. Hands pinned you down on the grassy bed of the forest, your face being uncomfortably squished into the dirt.
"W—Wha—?" You tried to speak, your tongue still heavy from drowsiness.
"Silence," a deep voice hissed, the hands around you tightening until you winced. "We will hear no words from a saboteur such as yourself."
You blinked confused, slowly, as your mind physically processed the words. Saboteur? You were no such thing! Finally, you twisted your head, so that you could see the man hovering above you. His eyes were filled with even greater vigor that it made Marie's glare akin to a kitten. His hands were situated on his hips while two other men held you down. Your eyes caught on the gold emblem on the man's white uniform.
Your heart dropped to your stomach.
These were the priests who usually collected your family's tithes!
The man in front of you, Father Jonas, looked at you coldly as he spoke, "You shall answer to Vareth Herself for your blasphemous nature."
With your hands wrestled behind you and handcuffed, you were dragged off the ground and marched through the forest. Squirming in their grip, you cried out for your mother, father, your siblings, begging them to help you. This was all just a misunderstanding, surely! These men must have got the wrong idea.. right?
You spotted the door of your house swinging open, followed by a blubbering, crying Mattias running out. His hands were reaching out for you as if he was asking you to pick him up much too similar to when he needed comfort. Another figure followed shortly after, your third eldest brother Jonathan. You tried to catch his gaze, but he refused to meet you.
Jonathan was always so quick to anger, but he also had a righteous sense of justice. Surely, if you just explained to him your side of the story, he would defend your honour!
Unfortunately, you weren't given the chance to do so, being pulled away from your home and into a carriage without another glimpse of your family. Although you could hear the sound of your mother keening in the distance, slowly getting drowned out the longer the carriage drove.
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You were locked in a cage. You hadn't been given food nor water for two days now, and you knew your end was nigh. Even still, you couldn't feel angry at the church's treatment of you. After all, it was true that you had been blasphemous… not only had you uttered the belief that Vareth had abandoned her children, but you also hadn't confessed to your lack of faith in Her existence.
Perhaps this was a righteous punishment, a penalty befitting the crime. You knew what was to be done to you, the clergymen who visited your cell to pray above you had meant sure that you understood the full extent of your sentence.
You were going to be the town's first human sacrifice to Vareth.
You could only hope that with your blood spilled the harm you had caused with your unbelief would be set right. You couldn't bear the thought of your family starving to death even if they hadn't fought to keep you…
A stone clanked noisily on your barred windows. Peeking out, your eyes widened in surprise. It was your sisters Taylor and Marie! You glanced around your cell, seeing your jailor with his head leaned back against the pillar as snores shook through his chest. Only after ensuring no one was awake to witness your actions did you glimpse outside.
"What are you guys doing out there?" You whisper-shouted, their willingness to risk being seen convening with you worrying. They could be put up as sacrifices too!
"We're here to save you!" Taylor shouted in response, seemingly forgetting to be covert. She was always like this, always rushing in without a second thought and then regretting it later. Case and point.
"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed at her words. She appeared to mean them too, her eyes full of fire. "How?"
Before you could get a response, Marie interrupted as she snivelled, "Y/N, I'm so sorry! I—I told father about what you told me and then—and then the clergy heard and—oh my Vareth, what have I done?"
Her eyes were red and dry as if she had been crying for days on end. Unlike Taylor's gaze, Marie looked at you as if she was staring up at the face of the dead. She wasn't trying to save you, you realized. She likely tricked Taylor by using that as an excuse, all for the purpose of apologizing to you before your…execution.
"Marie—!" Before you could respond, tell her that you forgive her, the guard of your cell stopped snoring. He snapped to attention, banging on the bars of your cell, "Have you gone mad in there?! Be quiet!"
And just like that, you had your last conversation with your family.
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Rope bit into your skin and the wooden pole that you were tied to dug into your back uncomfortably.
An angry crowd surrounded you. They were all yelling, something about you scheming to starve them all, how you have shamed Vareth. There were pastors and priests standing around you. They too were saying something, a mix of shaming and scripture as they recited your sacrilegious behaviour.
Then, you were ablaze. Skin singed from flesh and flesh from bone as your body turned to dust.
You wailed, writhing in agony.
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…You were laying against something soft. As you moved your legs, silken sheets drew around you as if in protest.
Slowly, oh so slowly, you opened your eyes.
You were in a large bed, in a nest of pillows and blankets. You stared in shock. This was the most luxurious room you had ever cast your gaze upon. Never, not even in your dreams, had you seen this amount of riches displayed about so casually.
Raising your hands to your face, you traced over the lines of your palms. There wasn't a single mark on them, as if you hadn't been burned alive.
"Oh?" A velvety voice seemed to resonate through the large room. "Awake now, are we?" You turned to match the voice to a face.
Adorned in silvers and golds, a woman sat next to you. How long had she been there? Her skin was the colour of burnt sienna while her hair was the colour of spilled ink, coiling down to her mid-back.
And she was strong, you could simply tell just by looking at her toned biceps. You were sure that if you reached out to touch, they would be hard to the touch like steel.
"W—"you started, your voice breaking from misuse. A goblet of water was pressed to your lips and you eagerly drank your fill. "…Thank you…Who are you?"
She tilted her head elegantly to the side, "I go by many names. Time has but rendered them all meaningless to me." She hummed tiredly, gaze detached as she stares upon the sheets you rested, "You may know me as the Matron of Fire, Kaevryn the Mighty, the Unburnt, Vareth Matron of Fertility, War, Love…" she continued, listing off titles and accolades, but the last one made your blood run cold.
She looked up at you at the sound, humming thoughtfully, "So, that's who you know me to be. I have not used that name in quite a while."
"I—Forgive me, please, I didn't mean to insult—""—Yes, yes, my dear, do not worry, you are not here to be punished…I have since lost taste in attempting to right the wrongs of mankind," she stood up from the bed, walking to the open balcony that looked over an abundant and lush meadow. Beyond that sprouted a thick forest that light didn't allow you to look into. "I must admit you are the first human sacrifice I have received in a little over a millennia."
Leaning back against the banister of the balcony, she smiled mirthlessly, "So tell me, how did a thing like you manage to break my solitude?"
A/N: let me know your thoughts on this and what you think of Vareth so far! Taglist is open for whoever is interested in more! :D Also, sorry for the rushed ending!
