#aranara

[fochflos]

🪷 One of my works for wonderful rus “Another family” zine 2024 with Wanderer’s theme

[maydzh]

4ggravate aranara version

[bluesnailsstuff]

drew it in one sitting or else it would've gone to the void with all my other drafts

[nikolutke]

The Wanderer’s Family and Friends

[yzl-kk]

a stroll through vanarana 💚

[sleepyjellyz]

The Servant Who Bled Gold - Part 11

Summary: Y/N wakes in Teyvat, only to be branded an imposter by those they once worshiped. Forced to serve the false god who stole their identity, they endure in silence — until one small mistake reveals a divine truth no one was ready to see.

Part 10 (previous) Part 12 (next)

Disclaimer: Some parts of this story may not follow the official Genshin story logic. Please enjoy it with an open mind!

Vanarana Dreamscape

Bowls of oddly glowing soup surrounded you.

And Aranara. So many Aranaras.

Arachatora pushed a carved wooden spoon into your hand, beaming. “Soup time!”

You eyed the bowls with suspicion. “Is it… safe?”

The little Aranaras nodded with absolute confidence. “Yes!” “Very safe!” “Only sometimes make Nara see colors!”

You stared at them. “That doesn’t sound safe at all—”

But they crowded around you eagerly, their tiny faces expectant.

You took a cautious sip.

…It was good.

Actually really good. A warm, soothing heat spread from your chest, easing the lingering ache deep in your bones. The little Aranaras gathered around your lap, humming soft melodies that resonated with you. One curled beside your hip. Another sitting on your left shoulder. One climbed atop your head and settled there.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured.

Arama chimed happily, “Yes! Creator rest here so big, scary Naras not find you!”

You froze. “Big… scary Naras?”

Dozens of Aranara nodded at once.

“Search everywhere!” “Loud!” “Very rude!”

Another added dramatically, “One Nara stepped on nice mushroom. Nice mushroom now dead.”

You winced. “I’m… sorry about the mushroom.”

The Aranara nodded solemnly, accepting your apology as though you personally bore responsibility for every ill-mannered traveler in Sumeru.

Arachatora lifted another bowl of glowing soup. “More?”

You laughed weakly. “I think I can handle one more.”

Vanarana Reality

Cyno and Scaramouche followed the tiny Aranara deeper into the forest.

The little creature dragged its oversized fruit through the forest floor with determination. Every few seconds, it glanced back to make sure the “Scary-hat-man” wasn’t about to vaporize it.

Scaramouche noticed. “I can feel you staring,” he snapped.

The Aranara squeaked and sped up.

Eventually, it stopped before an enormous plant. Round, veined with soft light like a massive glowing seed.

“There!” it declared proudly.

Cyno scanned the clearing. “I don’t see anything.”

The Aranara pointed. “Creator is behind door!”

“…What door?” Cyno asked.

The Aranara pointed harder at the tree. “That one!”

Cyno stared. “…That is a tree.”

The Aranara nodded vigorously. “Yes! Tree-door!”

Scaramouche dragged a hand down his face. “Wonderful. At this rate, the Creator will ascend back to Celestia before we find her.”

“No!!” the Aranara shrieked. “Creator sleeping inside!”

Cyno froze. “Inside?”

The creature nodded. “Big bright Nara in dream-space! Aranara protect! Very important!”

Cyno closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses.

There— Faint. Warm. Familiar. A divine energy signature.

“So they really are here…”

The Aranara shuffled forward until its tiny hand brushed the glowing tree, then turned back to them, chest puffed with pride.

“Aranara go now. Bye!”

Cyno stepped forward. “Take us with you.”

The Aranara blinked in confusion. “No-no! Dream-space for Creator only. Naras cannot go.”

“Wait—” Cyno reached out.

Too late.

The entire plant glowed.

And with a tiny chime, the Aranara simply… vanished.

Scaramouche rested a hand on the Tree of Dreams, mimicking what the creature had done. But nothing happened. He clicked his tongue. “I hate this forest.”

Edge of Gandharva Ville 

Nahida floated a few inches above the ground, her awareness spread across miles of forest. A familiar spike of irritated electro flared in her mind—Scaramouche.

They’ve reached the barrier, she realized, expression furrowed.

Alhaitham noticed instantly. “They’ve encountered a problem?”

Nahida sighed. “The Creator is safely within Vanarana, deep in a dreamscape. The entrance has a natural barrier, impenetrable to anyone not invited in. Cyno and the Scaramouche can’t proceed.”

“So we’re at a stalemate,” Alhaitham summarized.

“Precisely. I’ll need to go myself. This situation is far too delicate for brute force.”

She turned toward him. “Can you secure the area? I do not wish for any unwanted ‘expeditions’ slipping through.”

Alhaitham nodded. “Very well. I’ll handle it. I trust you know what you’re doing, Lesser Lord Kusanali.”

Just as he finished, a tall figure emerged from between the trees, amber eyes catching the fading evening light.

Nahida straightened. “Morax. I trust your journey was pleasant.”

Zhongli inclined his head. “Lesser Lord Kusanali. My apologies for the delay.” His gaze drifted toward the dense green ahead. “The tremors of divine energy are growing stronger. I have been monitoring them closely. I have come to escort the Creator.”

Nahida’s expression cooled. “The Creator came to Sumeru of her own accord,” she said firmly. “It is not for us to dictate her movements. Especially now, when she rests. Your past with her … may unsettle her.”

Zhongli’s jaw tightened, a rare flicker of tension breaking his composed mask. “That was an unfortunate history, one for which I bear responsibility. I intend to seek forgiveness, of course. But her presence outside Liyue is stirring unrest among the people. Moreover, the Creator’s well-being is paramount. I must ensure she is being cared for.”

Nahida stepped forward. “We will ensure her safety.”

Zhongli replied "I have seen her injuries firsthand. I will be better able to help her."

Alhaitham, standing a step behind the Dendro Archon, intervened politely. “That presumes your methods—your protection—are inherently superior. There is no evidence of such. And given that your discernment failed once before, what makes you think it will be better now?”

Zhongli turned his gaze toward him. “Acting Grand Sage, my devotion to the Creator spans millennia—”

“—and yet,” Alhaitham cut in, “You could not recognize the Creator for what she truly was in your own domain. I admit our faults, and I’m sure the other nations do as well, for not investigating further when her grace first arrived.”

Nahida raised a hand, the glow of her aura flaring gently. "Enough."

Her small frame radiated quiet authority. “Your devotion is sincere, Morax, but devotion can become possessiveness if it ignores the will of the one you claim to protect. The Creator is not a symbol to reclaim. She is a person—frightened, overwhelmed, and exhausted. To force your hand now would only compound her suffering.”

Zhongli’s eyes softened, just slightly. “…I do not wish to frighten her.”

A long, tense silence stretched between them.

At last, Zhongli exhaled. “…Very well. For now, I will hold back.”

He opened his eyes again, amber glinting with resolve. “However, should her condition deteriorate… I will act.”

Part 12

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[yinorii]

interlude (2)

[sanijoys]

SAGAU: Home is hurt

Living amongst the Aranara was… peaceful—wonderful even.

It was refreshing from your past life, back when you were stuck within those walls of the hospital each episode of your illness would come.

You were able to process everything now. Your emotions. Your situation. Just everything actually.

You’ve been observing and analysing how the Aranara behaved and talked towards you. You’ve known that they call you ‘Mama-nara’ and that you have this connection towards them. It was like something so familiar and maternal. You couldn’t really understand, but you were starting to just go with the flow for now.

At one point, you wanted to go outside the Aranara village. You wanted to know which timeline you were in the game. But when you asked them to let you explore they always dragged you—as best as they could with their tiny self—away from the border.

You always told them that you only wish to check for a good minute—some of them could even come with you! But they always cry and clinged to you. “Mama-nara, don’t leave!” “Mama-nara, stay! Stay!” “Mama, mama!”

You couldn’t handle their cries for you to stay YvY

So you stayed. But you knew that it couldn’t stay like that forever. You knew you needed to check outside the village. Each day, it didn’t feel like just checking the outside anymore, rather, it felt like… there was a calling.

It was like something was calling you to go—to go beyond the little village. And the little ones couldn’t help but feel anxious each day.

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You were munching one of the fruits that you were given by the Aranaras. It always surprised you of how good the fruits and other veggies they gave you.

Especially the veggies. Those are good veggies.

‘Hm, is it because I gave them the ability to be close with nature?’ you thought, picking another slice of fruit, ‘Very convenient ability.’

As you were picking another fruit from the basket. You noticed a noise of tiny footsteps walking towards you. You glanced at the noise and took notice of the little army of Aranaras walking up to you.

You tilted your head, and smiled at the little ones. “Is there something you need, Arana?”

The one in front, Arana, kept looking at the others then up to you. You suddenly felt something was amiss, as if a chilling air that blew past you. “Arana, is there something you want to tell me?”

The little creature fidgeted on its stubby hands, “Arana has something to tell Mama-nara…”

“Oh? Then why do you look so… sad, Arana?” you reached out to pet the little creature, “Is the news you have that bed?”

“VERY BAD!”

You flinched slightly at the interjection of Aradasa. The little orange Aranara waved their little stubby hands. “Mama-nara, please do not go!”

You looked at the frightened Aranara with worry and confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Your eyes flicked to each of the Aranara, although their faces don’t quite change. You can tell how their movements spoke fear and worry. “Can any of you tell me what is happening?”

“Mama-nara…” Arakavi walked forward to you, “Home is calling to you… Home is… hurt and needs Mama-nara..”

“Bu-but Mama-nara is too weak!” Arana protested, “Mama-nara has no power right now! Don’t leave! Or Mama-nara will get hurt by Home!”

You looked at the Aranaras, more confused and more questions bottling in your head. What do they mean by ‘Home’? What do they mean by you being weak? Everything was so confusing.

“Um..” you tried to say something but got interrupted.

“Mama-nara still not remember too…” Arakavi muttered, loud enough to be heard by everyone, “Mama-nara can’t leave yet, or Mama-nara… mama-nara will…waah!”

Arakavi ran towards your arms wailing, you couldn’t help but hold them and rubbing their backs. They wailed and the others also started to let out their own sniffles.

“Please.. Everyone, I don’t understand what you all mean…” you said, petting and holding the wailing little creatures, “You all mention me being too weak and not remembering anything. Am I supposed to remember something?”

Were you? You only remembered making and writing the concept of the—most—characters in the story. Yet the Aranaras have always been dropping hints or bits that seemed that you are more involved. Like, you were more than just a person writing but a person creating—involving within.

At first, you would shake those thoughts away, but right now, it felt more and more compelling. But you were still confused and lost of what was happening.

“Mama-nara…”

You looked up and watched Aramani, one of the older Aranara, walk up slowly to you. You were still comforting the other Aranaras who were now sniffling in tears.

“Mama-nara not remember Aranara… because Mama-nara made a wish. So Mama-nara is here because we promise to protect Mama-nara, because Queen Aranyani told us.” Aramani patted their sibling, “Mama-nara is back but still weak, but Home is calling. Too fast. Too soon. But Home is hurting.”

“Aranara do not want Mama-nara to disappear again, but Home is calling…”

You… couldn’t understand.

You didn’t understand whatever Aramani was implying at all!

What is Home? Do they mean Teyvat? What do you mean that Greater Lord Rukkhadevata asked them to protect you once you returned? What do they even mean by you returning?

Everything… Everything was so confusing.

You had thought you were able to adjust here.

You were able to accept what was happening.

But now that you think about it—you couldn’t adjust at all.

Because why does it feel like you were supposed to remember something that never happened?

ART IS NOT MINE: I FOUND IT IN PINTEREST IF ANYONE KNOWS WHO IS THE ORIGINAL ARTIST PLEASE INFORM ME! I am so shocked of the recent story in Genshin rn. I am glad that I haven't written the other chapters yet because I was waiting for any update of lore. So to my surprise how much lore I got bomb to. I had to change some things here and there now :'D Part 3 Masterlist