Summary: Imagine being an ancient god from the modern world and trying to live a peaceful life in Arda.
(Author's note: Using they/them for the elven lover as they are not specified.)
Warnings: complicated family relationships, pantheon drama, possible deaths and rebirths, traveling between worlds, keeping secrets and identities, war (this takes place in the First Age), Melkor, battles, your lover getting kidnapped, and you using your powers.
-Imagine belonging to one of our world's pantheons. You are a minor god, or maybe a child of two gods, and you ruled over something mundane compared to your parents and the other gods.
-Despite not being equally famous, you were worshipped, and you lent your aid to the mortals from time to time.
-Maybe your relationship with your godly parents was complicated, or maybe there was a lot of fighting among the gods (all the pantheons were pretty messy).
-Maybe you found a way to travel between worlds, or someone helped you escape the drama, or maybe, during the destruction and fall of your pantheon, you died, and some outer worldly presence felt pity for you, saving your soul and allowing you to be reborn in a new world.
-But by one of those reasons, you found your way to the world of Arda.
-It was a peculiar but beautiful world. You learned that it had its own pantheon called the Valar, and that their maker was called Eru Illuvatar.
-However, you decided not to involve yourself with them. You decided to take a mortal form and live among Arda's people, trying to create a humble life for yourself. You pretty much had enough of the godly life you lived in your previous world.
-While living among Arda's people, the children of Illuvatar, you learned to create a humble way of living while keeping your powers and godly nature as a secret.
-The elves were the first you learned to live with. Though they often kept to themselves, they were polite and taught you many things that helped you live in their world. The dwarves you found fascinating and admired their skills in smith work, often commissioning them for tools and other items. The humans, you were already familiar with. Though they were different compared to the humans of your world, they bore the same keenness to be swayed by the differences of evil and good. But, despite that, they had their own positive sides.
-Despite all the different sides of this world's people, you grew to enjoy living among them.
-However, even though you lived among them in a mortal form, you often had to change shape and identity due to your immortality and other circumstances. It was to avoid suspicions. It was not always easy, especially when you meet those who knew you in a different name. But you did not want to live among them as a god since they already had gods of their own.
-Thought this world was much more peaceful than your own, it had its own dark forces.
-Though you didn't involve yourself with the Valar, who apparently preferred to keep their distance and remain impartial. One of them, who was named Morgoth, was an active force in the lands you lived in, seemingly seeking to dominate Arda to his will.
-You had many encounters with creatures called the orcs, goblins, trolls, and other kinds of beings that served the dark lord or were made by him.
-It was during those times that you were forced to use your godly powers and step up to defend the people around you.
-You tried to do them discreetly and in another form to avoid anyone recognizing you. Some stories were born from your actions, but thankfully, they were vague enough that they couldn't be traced back to you.
-Though you respected the Valar's choices, the dealings with the dark lord's servants often made you wish they would be more involved or at least aid the children they were meant to look out for. Even if they had rules against meddling in the children's affairs, there are many subtle ways a god could aid them. You had done it several times yourself.
-Through the years of living in this world, you made many friends and witnessed many things. You even witnessed Morgoth's return and the many sorrows that followed.
-You even participated in some of the battles that took place, though you kept your contribution minimal.
-After the birth of the sun and moon, the return of the dark lord, and the arrival of the elven clan called the Noldor. Despite many wars and tragedies, you lived your life as normally as you could.
-Then one day, you met someone who changed your life in a way you didn't expect. This person was an elf. As you were already familiar with the Eldar, you had an easy time conversing with them. You didn't even notice it at first, but after many interactions, they became part of your daily life, and then you found yourself falling in love.
-It was a new but wonderful feeling. Your parents and the other gods of your pantheon would have likely scolded you for gaining feelings for someone who wasn't another god. Gods falling with mortals was not an unknown story to you. However, you found yourself embracing the feeling.
-And after observing your elven friend to see if they felt the same, which, to your joy, they did, you tried to reciprocate your feelings to them. It might have been awkward at first as you had never courted someone before, but after getting through the phase, your courtship became official.
-Despite the time you were living, you two found yourselves happy and making your courtship work.
-However, since you had taken a form of a mortal human, your elven lover often felt sad and afraid of the time when you two would separate due to your supposed old age.
-It made you think about telling them the truth about yourself and that you have been immortal this entire time --- that you two could be together without fear.
-However, before you could find the chance to tell your elven lover about your true identity, your home was attacked. Morgoth's creatures came and ransacked your home. Though you managed to survive, Morgoth's servants kidnapped your lover and took them to Angband, the dark lord's domain.
-It left you devastated and unsure what to do. Your friends and neighbours shared their condolences and then told you that you should move on from your lover, as they were likely already dead.
-No one returned from Angband. Even if some did, they would never be the same. And no one in their right mind would go there to save one life.
-Angband was a fortified fortress, surrounded by giant volcanoes and legions of Morgoth's servants. It was simply impossible to rescue someone from there.
-Despite the sense of reason telling you to follow those voices, the idea of abandoning your first true love in a place that was akin to hell did not sit right with you.
-For the first time in years, you decided to abandon the rules you set for yourself and rescue your elven lover.
-Though you weren't as powerful as the dark lord, you were certainly more powerful than his servants.
-You ambushed orcs and other dark lord's servants, using your powers to gain information from them.
-You prepared carefully, collecting information, and once you had all you needed. You shed your mortal form and made your way to Angband. Your only hope is that your lover will stay strong long enough for you to reach them, and hopefully, accept you once they witness your true self.
a/n: am I back from the dead? I dunno, but yesterday night I felt like writing and wrote another part. so, I decided to publish it here also!
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"Yo-Your Grace... You are finally here.." Ei spoke, her eyes wide and her legs shaking a bit. It almost looked like she was gonna cry. However, her face hardened up as soon as more people started gathering around you and her. Perhaps, you were the only one to catch a glimpse of her expression. She is an Archon, she too has a reputation to uphold in Inazuma, after all. "Hello, Ei. How have you been?" You smiled at her, hand going up to ruffle her hair. Revelyn still hadn't let go of your robe, her hold on it tightened a bit.
Ei's breath hitched as soon as your hand messed with her hair. "I'm..." She tried to find the right words to express her feelings, but she couldn't. How can she explain that she felt as if a part of her had been torn from her when you left her? It felt as if...she had been plunged into never-ending despair and loneliness. She missed you, very dearly. The place where her heart should have been, felt strangely empty without your embrace, your smile, your eyes, you.
Your hand retreated soon enough, "You don't have to answer, Ei." You gently told her, sensing her inner turmoil. It hurt you to leave your creations suffering and in agony, it truly did so. But some actions are sadly enough, necessary.
Ei smiled and nodded, hand coming to hold yours when she saw another hand grasping your robe. Immediately, she looked at the culprit only to see the face of the impostor. How dare she even show her face here after all she did? The thought made her scoff. She not only deceived the Archons but even you. The nerve of some people.. And now she acts all angelic and needy when you show up? But of course, Ei won't say anything. Not in front of you.
"And who might be the coward behind you, Your Grace?" Ei gestured towards Revelyn behind you. You smiled beamingly, gently prying Revelyn from behind you. "Oh, come now, Ei, you don't remember her?" You asked her innocently, quickly realizing the jab she was throwing towards Revelyn, but brushing it off. You don't wish for an argument to start over here, of all places.
Ei stared at Revelyn for a moment, taking your hint to not taunt her. "I do, Your Grace. How could I not?"
"I'm glad to know so, " You put your hands on Revelyn's shoulder, your touch sending an electrifying shock of pleasure through her body. "Everyone misunderstood Revelyn. She's a very sweet and angelic girl. I'm sure she will fit right back in, hm?"
Revelyn stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. She decided to keep up her act of cowardice until you left. "Um.. Hi," Her meek voice spoke up, a slight tremble to it. She batted her eyelashes at Ei, smiling softly. "I'm Revelyn.. Revelyn Aniela. "
The surname struck some nostalgic feeling inside you. You had a brief feeling that perhaps you had heard this somewhere before, that perhaps someone dear to you held the same surname. Someone close to your heart, your mind, your soul- but who? Who was that? You can't recall. Aniela. Aniela. Aniela. So familiar, yet so distinct. Maybe it was simply the name of a friend long gone, you would love to give yourself this benefit of doubt, but you're not the kind of person to do that. You're the Creator for fuck's sake, if you're remembering something, then that must be because it's important! It was of significance, you wouldn't just remember a random surname, right? Right...?
You shook your head, deciding you're indeed giving yourself the benefit of the doubt because you're too old to deal with this detective stuff. Frankly enough, if you think about it more, you'll probably just get a headache. Best to leave it be, now. You'll just ask Seraphina to play detective, like always. You cleared your throat. "So, what are we waiting for? Shall we go?"
Ei nodded right away, grabbing your hand and Intertwining your fingers. "As you wish, Your Grace. "
Revelyn was left behind to catch up.
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A few days passed in Inazuma without much commotion. You spent most of the time with Ei, Revelyn of course stuck around so long as you were there. Personally, you were tired of both of them. They need to stop clinging to you like you're their mother. Ei, you understood why she clinged to you, considering she didn't see you for months on end, but Revelyn, who lived with you for like... the past month, it wasn't very understandable. Lile be for real, Revelyn. You not tired yet? Like. Girl. Stop embarrassing yourself and get some self respect and go where you're actually wanted.
So, for both your sanity and their's (Lie), you decided to leave both of them together to socialize and become the best of best friends. (Lie. You just wanted time to yourself and wanted to meet Yae Miko.) Of course, you were, for the first time, surprised to see both Ei and Revelyn unite together. Merely for the purpose of notetting you leave but hey, progress! They atleast united for a common goal, no matter how troublesome that may be for you.
Their combined forces weren't enough to deter you, in the end, you won and they were forced to talk to each other or sulk together, or maybe, a rare possibility, but have a heated make-out session. Who knows. Whatever works, works. They're on their own now and you're on your own, to meet Yae Miko and have a heated make-out session with her perhaps. It won't happen, maybe, but the thought is entertaining though. You're like, 93% certain Miko would agree if you asked. It's not like she hasn't suggested that before. Ah, enough thoughts. You're here.
"Good grace, it's such a heavy task to climb these hills to just be graced by your presence, Miko, " You let out a whine, leaning against one of thr shrine. "You should know my old bones can't hold for long-" A book was placed against your lips and a fluffy, really fluffy and soft, tail caressed your thigh sneakily. "My my, Your Divinity, you ought to know, I don't fancy you saying those words. You look very beautiful, and ravishing, might I add. " Yae Miko said, leaning in close to you with a smirk on her face.
You placed a hand on her wrist, gently removing the book. "I'm happy you think so, but might I say, you look even more delightful, " You replied back with a grin. This flirty playful banter was always your favorite thing to do in Inazuma, apart from watching Revelyn and Ei be at their throats, of course. "Oh please, Your Divinity, you flatter me. But we both know, you're the most beautiful-" You placed a finger on her lips. "Ahhh, shhh. Nothing more to speak of this topic. You can't argue with me on this, you're, of course, the most stunning woman in Inazuma, "
Miko let out an offended gasp, "Inazuma only? Is that my beauty's worth to you, Your Divinity? I'm offended, " She pouted, clearly putting up an act just for you.
"No no, my dear. I meant in whole Teyvat. It would be a crime for me to think your beauty isn't other worldly, "
And this playful banter continued on.
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On the other side, Revelyn and Ei were indeed having a heated make-out session. Not the kind you're thinking of.
"Oh, so as soon as my graceful creator leaves, you suddenly drop the act of cowardice?" Ei stared at Revelyn, a cold and unrelenting aura around her.
"Your creator...? Psssh," Revelyn let out a mocking laugh, "Please. Your words are blatantly false!" She glared at Ei, her fists clenching at her sides.
"Shut up, you witch, you casted a spell of sorts on my graceful creator, didn't you? That's why she is completely and utterly fooled by you!"
"Oh? I'll cast a spell on you too and turn you into a monkey if you don't shut up!"
You walked in with a smile. "Guys. I just had a make-out session with Miko-"
a/n: hi! if yr name is cut, then that means I couldn't tag you. if in the next part I won't be able to tag you, then your name will be removed from the taglist. please ask me to tag you again in the LATEST part to be readded to the taglist! thank you (❁´◡`❁)
As Marcel ran up to the Traveler, Paimon and Y/n he begged them to take him to the fountain that held his lover. The officer was dumbfounded at the insane man's request. Neuvillette stoically walked up, witnessing this request.
It left him confused, why would a man give up everything, even his own life, just to see one person again? Out of his own curiosity Neuvillette allowed it offering to accompany them, but before the group could go to the fountain Y/n had spoke up. His tone was of a rare seriousness.
"Before you go to the fountain that holds your lover within its waters, I must warn you I can not protect you from the bitter waters that flow. The poison it holds is not something to be trifled with. Head this warning, and if you chose to ignore it, it will only deepen the pain in your heart and the madness you have sewed for yourself. Now I ask if you still wish to go to that fountain, with the waters that you have poisoned."
Neuvillette looked at Y/n with fascinated eyes. This was not the man he once new from long ago, the oblivious immortal being that only ever wished for peace and goodness. Marcel begged Y/n to take him, ignoring the warning. Neuvillette walked by Y/n, as Aether, Paimon, and Marcel walked ahead of them.
"What did your warning mean, Y/n."
Y/n looked into Neuvillettes eyes, he saw the pain in those e/c eyes, not knowing how to respond. It shook Neuvillette's core to see such a sweet boy have such sorrow in his eyes. Y/n looked forward, staring at Marcel, as he spoke in a hushed tone.
"The voices we heard were not of Marcel's lover, but the rage of the women that he's hurt. They didn't deserve that pain, the fate they were given. My warning was of the rage filled spirits that flow in the fountain. I could feel the pain that drips, causing the water to hold poison."
Neuvillette only nodded in response, silence no gracing the two as they walked in tandem. It surprised Neuvillette how much Y/n grew from long ago, feeling proud of how he's matured. Once the group had reached the fountain, Y/n's warning had became truth.
Rays of sunlight beam from the balcony. The songs of morning birds slowly wake you up from your slumber. You lie on top of your lover's chest in your ocelot form. The sound of your lover's beating heart and their distinct scent fills your mind with a sense of calm and relaxation. It was enough to make you start purring subconsciously.
Though it might look strange, it was easier to move around unnoticed in your feline form. You and your lover are private about your relationship. And in your world, spending time with your lover in your animal form was considered one of the highest forms of trust and affection.
And, honestly, the cuddles with your lover in your animal form felt incredibly nice and addictive. You finally understood why the mortals in your world gushed so much about being held by their larger partners.
Your lover had also let you know that stroking their hand across your spotted fur and ears felt relaxing. They always found your ocelot form fascinating, as it was a type of feline they had never seen before. Thus, another reason why you liked staying in that form around your lover.
A yawn left your lover as their eyes opened.
Your lover looked at you and smiled. "Good morning, (Name)," they said, stroking your ears.
You purred in response, nearly melting under their touch.
"It looks like a sunny day. A good time to get up early," your lover stated.
You stopped purring and locked your eyes with them. They have learned to read your animal form's body language long enough, so you had no doubts they understood what you wanted. Just five more minutes.
Your lover looked at you softly. "I would like to stay and cuddle a bit more. But you know I like to get up early. So, please can you get off?" they asked.
You pleaded with your eyes more and made no intentions to move from your spot.
"Don't make me pick you off myself," your lover warned.
Knowing their work wasn't that urgent, an idea popped into your mind. The corners of your lips twitched into a small grin, which your lover noticed immediately.
"I know that grin. What's on your mind?" your lover asked.
Slowly, you grew your feline body in size.
"(Name). No. Get off!" your lover said as they tried to pick you up, but as your size grew, so did your weight. They managed to push you up a little before you became the size of a jaguar, making your lover plop down against the mattress with you on top of them. You were careful to shift your weight around to avoid crushing them.
"(Name)! You're too heavy!" your lover yelped beneath you.
Your lover struggled beneath you for a moment before giving up and lying beneath you.
Your lover stared back at you while you still held the cheesy grin on your face.
"You're lucky you're cute," they stroked behind your ears, making you purr.
"Okay. Five more minutes," they said, and you flicked your tail in happiness.
"Sometimes I wonder if you are actually a god or simply a cat with godly powers," your lover remarked.
"But then you get off. I don't want to explain why I have a giant cat on my bed!"
Summary: Your lover has been taken and imprisoned in Angband, the Dark Lord’s domain. Instead of doing nothing, you choose to act and venture into the heart of darkness to rescue them. Will you succeed? And most importantly, will your lover accept you once they know who you truly are?
(Author's note: Could be considered a continuation of the Imagine Being A Foreign God in Arda. The lover is referred to as they/them, so you can imagine them as anyone you like. Do let me know if you can tell who's reader's godly father🙂)
Warnings: descriptions of Angband, mentions of reader's past, reader's lover having wounds, angst, violence, reader's lover getting injured, horror(tried to go with cosmic horror vibes. Let me know how I did☺ ), hurt to comfort, and a good ending.
In the desolate land of Angband, a small shadow leaped over hills. A small feline moved between rocks and crevices. It passed bones and skulls of creatures and those who had long fallen to the land’s poisons or fallen prey to its creatures. The smell of ash and decay lingered in the air. The sky was dark, covered by ash-colored clouds that rose from the peaks of three giant volcanoes that loomed over Angband. The shadows echoed with whispers, either from the departed souls who had not been able to pass peacefully or those who waited for their next prey.
Such things would have scared any mortal, but — of course— you were no mortal.
Arriving at your destination, you jumped upon a boulder and gazed at the large fortress before you. Its walls were black as obsidian. Orcs and other dark creatures walked along its walls, grounds, and towers— guarding them. Shrieks, stomping of feet, and yelling of dark speech echo through the air. The smell of death was even more potent, nearly suffocating all the other smells around you.
You observed every corner of the structure. It was exactly what everyone had said, an unbreachable fortress. No one would be able to enter the kingdom beneath through the gate without being seen by the guards.
However, you were going to enter through a different doorway.
Setting your gaze upon a shadowy corner of the gate wall, you heard the shadows whisper in return as you made a connection. Heeding your command, the shadows opened a portal before you. With the guards’ attention elsewhere, you pounced from your hiding place and then leaped into the portal, entering the realm of shadows and reflections.
Moving through the realm of shadows and reflections, you observed through the cracks and openings to the different parts of Angband. Despite its vast size, its shadow realm wasn’t entirely connected, forcing you to step out and enter through another opening to reach the other parts of Angband. It allowed you to move silently and unnoticed. Keeping your space, you looked for the dungeons where they kept their thralls and… your lover.
Why were you doing this?
The question echoed in your mind. A question your father would have asked if he were to see you now.
Why risk your life for a mortal?
Even though your lover wasn’t exactly a mortal, as they were one of the Eldar, they weren’t a god either. Though love was often seen as something that made the heart soft, it was not forbidden between gods, which would have made your affection for your lover look even more odd to your father and the other gods of your world.
Stepping through the shadows, you moved quietly through the corridor. The light from the torches reflected through you, allowing you to become invisible to the naked eye.
You had pondered how you would answer that question. The only answer you could come up with is that you loved your lover, even though love was a feeling that was still new to you. If you had not felt such a thing for your beloved, you would have likely never come to the place where you were now, looking for them.
You have heard many times how love made someone soft, but you have also heard how it made someone do unexplainable things. Perhaps you had fallen to its whims, or perhaps it was due to the possessive nature you had inherited from your father, and thus were not fully willing to give it up.
Because giving it up would also mean giving up your lover to a fate possibly worse than death, letting you live a lifetime of sorrow. Something that scared you more than death.
You could imagine the black jaguar of your father looking at you with mild amusement. His next question echoed in your mind.
You had not told your lover of your true identity. Would they accept you after learning that you were no mortal, but a god from a foreign world?
You had thought about that, too. Though the idea of your lover rejecting you and falling out of love with you terrified you. Making sure they would live and be free from the dark lord’s control was better than doing nothing and letting them meet a terrible end. If losing their love for you for rescuing them from the dark lord was the cost, then that was the cost you were fully willing to pay.
You would prefer living a life of sorrow while knowing they’re safe and alive, than live a life of sorrow knowing you did nothing to save them.
Soft. Vulnerable. Acting on your emotions. Things your father would have called you. Your domain was in his darkness and night. Though you were not as malevolent as he, you had been a horror story to those who dared to break or disregard the rules of your domain. You had often remained impartial in the affairs of the mortals and never allowed yourself to fall victim to something as emotions. And now, you were risking your life for a mortal because of love.
You would have disregarded his remarks. Though it felt like a paradox of its own, you wanted to keep what you loved.
Your father would have then likely chuckled. He would then take this as a test — to see whether your resolve was as strong as your affection.
Maybe this was a test.
Moving swiftly between shadows, you approached the lower parts of the realm, the dungeons where they kept the thralls and other slaves, having gained this knowledge from the orcs and servants outside Angband’s lands.
The memory lingered fresh in your mind. The memory of you ambushing their camps in the dark of the night, slaughtering all of them, except one.
“Please! I tell you everything!” the orc begged, its voice and eyes filled with terror as your dark, clawed hands gripped its throat.
“Tell me where you keep the thralls within your lord’s realm, and I may spare your miserable life,” you spoke in your true form.
You had done it many times to ensure the information you collected was accurate. Perhaps not gently. It was something you learned from your father, and it was perhaps a fundamental part of you. It would be something your lover would find terrifying. After all, your father is one of the most feared gods in your world.
When you reached the part of the dungeons, the first things you smelled were the smell of decay, rotten blood, and rusted metal. But despite the strong stench, one familiar scent managed to reach your nose, making you stop in your tracks.
You nearly lost your composure when you recognized the smell. Your lover. They were still alive.
Carefully moving between the shadows and following your lover’s scent, you arrived before a cell.
There, through the dark of the cell, was your lover. Their clothes had been torn and stained with dirt. Their hair was unkept, and their braids ruined. Scratches and bruises dressed their skin, no doubt from the orcs' foul treatment. The paleness on their face nearly glowed through the dark, reminding you of the dead. But seeing their chest move with each breath assured you that they were still alive.
You wanted to reveal yourself. You wanted to rip the cell door open and take your lover back into your arms – to feel them again. But you restrained yourself. Though you could easily use the shadows to enter and take your lover out of the cell, you did not want to risk frightening them. You can only imagine what they have gone through and how fragile their current mental state was. Revealing your powers early could make it worse, so you have to tread carefully.
Turning around, you looked for the keymaster. Thankfully, you did not have to look far as you followed your target’s scent. Appearing above boulders, you observed the orc keymaster below you as the creature was sorting the keys in boredom.
Keeping your eyes locked on the orc, you used your voice to whisper in its ears. The orc looked behind it in confusion when it heard a distant whisper. With focused eyes, you commanded the shadows to create a silhouette and move into the dungeon, gaining the orcs' attention. The orc grabbed its weapon and marched out to follow the shadow, leaving the keys on the table.
You quietly landed on the table, grabbed the keys between your teeth, and disappeared back into the shadows.
You returned to your lover's cell. Stepping out of the shadows, you transformed from your feline form back into your mortal form. Finding the right key, you unlocked your lover’s cell.
Your lover weakly moved and groaned, hearing the cell door open. They jolted when you crouched down to them and gently held their face.
“My love. It’s me,” you said gently.
“(Name)...?” They muttered, confusion in their eyes. Your lover then shook their head. “No. You can’t be here. You are an illusion,” they said.
You took their hand and placed it over your heart. “It’s me, my love. Illusions do not have a heartbeat,” you spoke assuringly.
Their eyes slowly regained their light and realization when they felt your heartbeat. “(Name)... You really are here?”
You smiled softly. “Yes. It is really me,”
Their eyes filled with terror. “No! What are you doing here? You need to leave. They’ll punish you!”
You helped them up. “I’m rescuing you, and I’m not leaving without you,” you said as you helped them step out of their cell, the orc’s treatment having left them weak.
“How did you even get here? Do they even know you are here?” your lover questioned.
“No. I managed to sneak in without notice,” you replied, and thought about telling them the truth.
“Listen. For us to leave this place, there’s something I need to tell you,” you said, your heart beginning to beat anxiously. “I had kept a secret from you,” you revealed.
Your lover looked at you, confused.
“Hey!”
You two looked over to see the orc keymaster pointing at you. “Send the alarm! There is an intruder and an escaping thrall!” the creature yelled, running toward you.
You turned back to your lover.
“There’s no time. I’ll explain everything once we’re out of here. Do not let go of my hand,” you stated as you held their hand.
“What–?!” your lover didn’t have a chance to question when you pulled them into the shadow realm with you.
As you ran and pulled them through the realm, your lover looked around the shadows and cracks in stunned disbelief. You then entered through another crack back into the real world. Alarms were set, and orcs were running toward the dungeons.
“Come on,” you said as you led your lover the way you came.
You two managed to reach a chamber and another entrance to the shadow realm until your lover pulled their hand away from you.
“Stop!” they said.
“We don’t have time,” you said, but stopped when you saw fear in their eyes. Fear that was directed at you.
“What? Are you…?” they uttered.
You took a calming breath. “I understand that you are frightened, and I promise you that I will tell you everything. But right now we must—” you were cut off when you two heard a roar and unbearable heat on your faces.
You pulled your lover behind you as a balrog stood before you.
“So, two little rats running freely in my lord's halls,” the fiery demon spoke. “I shall have fun with you two,”
Your eyes darkened.
“You will not touch them!” you yelled.
Your defiance only seemed to amuse the flaming creature. It’s laugh, like splitting stone and a roaring furnace. Orcs then flooded into the chamber, surrounding you and your lover. You looked around carefully, but could not find an opening or a shadow to escape through. You were trapped.
Your eyes sharpened. Looks like fighting was your only option now.
But when you were ready to shed your mortal form, your lover saw an orc aiming at you with a bow. The creature released the arrow.
“No!” your lover stepped between, taking the arrow for you.
Your lover released a choked sound. The blood in your veins became ice cold as they fell in your arms, their blood staining your hands.
“No! No! No!” you said as you held your lover.
“(Name)... flee this place,” your lover uttered weakly.
The balrog laughed in a mocking tone. “Dying so soon? What a feeble attempt at rescue. No matter. I’m sure you will provide enough entertainment, mortal,” the demon spoke.
You stared at your lover’s blood in your trembling hands. You had seen blood before and never recoiled from it. But this time — seeing your lover’s blood — it felt wrong. So very wrong.
And hearing the balrog’s mocking laugh, you felt the last of the restraints within you snap.
The chamber started to become dimmer. The balrog and the orcs looked around in confusion, then at you as darkness began to emanate from your body. Your eyes turned slit and the color of obsidian. Dark spots similar to your feline form appeared on your skin like openings to a void. You raised your hand as your other hand held your lover, who felt your presence change before falling into blackness. The balrog and the orcs watched you as you flicked your fingers, and all the torches went out, plunging the chamber into pitch black darkness.
The balrog looked around. The darkness was so thick that the light from its flames couldn’t penetrate through. The sounds of the confused and panicked orcs echoed for a moment before they fell into unnerving silence. The great servant roared and tried to burn brighter, but its sounds were devoured as there was no echo, and the light of the flames brought no more light in the dark. For the first time in its life, the balrog felt hesitation.
A quiet growl echoed from the darkness.
The balrog spun around, looking for the source of the sound. Its eyes then spotted something in the lightless darkness. It looked like a pair of eyes, but they held no glow, except the light reflected from the balrog’s flames. Then, looking into the eyes, the balrog suddenly saw visions of their formerself, their existence before the corruption. And then, they saw visions of ash and what seemed to be their dead corpse.
An unfamiliar feeling recoiled within the balrog the more it saw.
Suddenly, a clawed hand appeared from the darkness, grabbing the balrog by its neck. The balrog’s flames snuffed out from the being’s cold touch, and then, razor-sharp teeth plunged into its neck. The balrog screamed in pain and terror as the being ripped its neck open.
“What is the meaning of this noise?!”
Demanded another balrog as it entered the chamber with more orcs. The balrog commanded the torches to light themselves after seeing them out. But when the lights returned, the scene that revealed itself left the balrog and the orcs speechless.
Orcs were screaming in terror, attacking and killing each other in madness. In their eyes, they saw a dark figure, prompting them to attack their kin and anything with a reflection.
“By the will of…” the balrog uttered quietly when it saw the state of its kin within the chamber.
The balrog was frozen on its knees. Its neck was mawed open, but instead of blood, shards of obsidian bloomed forward like a flower of glass. Black blood oozed from its root, and the balrog flames were snuffed out, either because it refused to ignite or because it fed the black glass flower like a curse.
Despite the wound, the balrog still lived. It breathed weakly, its face locked in an expression of pure terror. Its gaze stared into nothingness, its eyes still trapped in darkness, reliving the vision of its fate again and again.
“What… “ one of the orcs uttered. “... happened here?”
The second balrog could not answer. It had never seen anything like this before, and the sight of its kin in such a state stirred a feeling the great servant had never known.
It was clear that some attack had taken place.
But… by what?
Or…
By whom?
Fire flickered in the hearth, illuminating the room of the cabin with soft golden light.
A soft groan escaped your lover as they began to wake up. The first thing they noticed was the warmth of the room and the softness of the furs covering them. It nearly felt strange as they remembered the coldness and the hard surface of the stones in their cell. The smell of herbs, wood, and clean clothes reached their nose. For a moment, they relaxed as it reminded them of your house, which they have visited many times. The sense of home and safety.
Wait.
Wasn't your house destroyed by the orcs?
The memories finally returned.
Your lover gasped and sat up on the bed. They looked around the room in confusion before feeling the spot where they had been struck by the arrow. There was no wound. There wasn't even unbroken skin. It was like they were never struck in the first place.
Now that they closely looked. All their other wounds have disappeared as well.
“(Name)!” your lover called out.
“I’m here…” you appeared, bringing over a bowl of broth you had made to help with their strength.
“Where are we?” your lover asked, unfamiliar with the cabin as it wasn’t your house.
You sat down on the edge of the bed. “Safe. Far away from Angband and Morgoth’s servants,” you said, setting down the bowl on the bedsite table.
“How?” your lover questioned.
“It doesn’t matter.” You turned toward them and then pulled them into an embrace. “You’re safe now. That’s what matters,” you muttered softly.
Your lover was about to ask more. “I nearly lost you. So, please… “You said, nearly pleading.
Your lover felt the trembling of your hands as you held them. Your embrace was gentle yet tight, as if they might disappear the moment you let go. They noticed the dark color of your eyes, slit like a cat’s, yet filled with vulnerability.
They also noticed how the shadows seemed to respond to your presence—dimming the light and waiting, as if the darkness itself were holding its breath.
Despite the strangeness and realization from earlier that you were something other than a mortal human, your lover did not find themselves afraid.
They leaned into your touch and returned your embrace.
Your eyes widened, but then softened, nearly shedding tears from the relief and happiness. Your eyes returned to their previous shade as you held your lover tightly. The shadows pulled back into their corners, allowing the light of the hearth become brighter.
Your lover held you. Even though what you were or how you had managed to escape Morgoth's servants eluded them. Seeing your eyes and shaking hands left them no doubt about whether you truly loved them.
y'all, im thinking of an official name for this series. I feel like thorny love sounds sweet? what do u think? lmk plesae.
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The last few days have been peaceful and quiet. You did your best filling out documents since Seraphina refuses to cut you off some slack; Revelyn enjoys simply being in your company. She's a rather timid person, you have to say. "Now then dear, what would you say going to Inazuma?" You asked Revelyn and smiled at her.
"I'm okay with going anywhere, as long as you are with me." Revelyn replied rather quickly, almost like her attention was on you the whole time. The last part was muttered quietly, but it didn't go unheard by you.
You chuckled, "Fret not, I wouldn't dare leave you. But do you not think you should go back to the mortal realm? I'm quite sure it is rather boring here." You have been insisting for some time that Revelyn returns to the mortal realm, it is unusual for the creator to favour someone more, not to add so blatantly!
Of course, whenever you brought up this topic Revelyn always looked so alarmed. You aren't going to abandon here after all this time, are you? "Um.. Everyone probably hates me.. I feel rather unsafe there. Please let me stay with you.." She said, she has used this excuse for the seventh time.
You sighed for the umpteenth time. Really, you can't keep fancying one of your devotee over the others. That would be sure to put a blemish on your dear acolyte's faith. You wouldn't wish that, ever.
"Do not put so less faith in my acolytes; I am sure they would welcome you with open arms." Right, you gotta keep insisting and assuring her, at the same time. Of course, you don't want her to feel unwanted in any sense, but still. You can't keep babysitting a mortal. That's what the Archons are for.
Tears welled up in Revelyn's eyes. She was sure this would stir some emotions and guilt out of you. Right? It always worked. It has to work now also. You wouldn't dare to leave one of your favourite devotee, would you?
But no worries, because, you my pal, are the master at setting boundaries when needed.
"Call me cold, if you must Revelyn. However, I cannot keep you here any longer. You are a mortal; I am The Creator. You ought to live in the mortal realm." You said, hardly amused by her antics. You have dealt with numerous different mortals. Revelyn was no exception.
"B-But, Your Grace. Please. I beg of you. They will harm me." Her voice started wavering and you were sure in no time she would be a sobbing mess. This was how it always ended whenever you brought up the topic of her leaving. Her crying and you consoling her. It was rather stressful.
"They will not. I assure you." And with those words came a full-on sobbing session. Of course, you wouldn't let that deter you. This is harsh of you, but you have to be harsh sometimes.
"Can-Can we at least go to Inazuma together? Please..?" She whispered in a delicate voice. Just a few more moments with you is what she asks for.
"Hm. Yes. I will leave you be in Inazuma too. Alright." You left before she could reply. Man, you were thankful that Revelyn is finally off to the mortal realm. No offense to her, but it does get annoying dealing with her. Because whenever you are with her, you can't help but feel that she has a sinister aura. Not in the sense of her attempting to assassinate you or something; just something far more you can comprehend.
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"The Divine Creator steps foot into Inazuma! Inform the Almighty Raiden Shogun at once! Hasten now! We must prepare a room for the Creator! It must be of the most extravagant tastes with the most lavish bedsheets!" The one in charge kept barking demands and blabbering on about how luxurious your room should be. You had barely set afoot into Inazuma and you had already been adorned in jewels. It was sure tiring you supposed. You had come only to visit Yae Miko & Ei, dropping Revelyn here in the process.
Revelyn couldn't help but cling a little closer to you now. Whether it be by clasping onto your dress or holding your hand. You didn't mind, not at all. Of course, a few people threw some nasty looks at Revelyn, but other than that things were dandy. You were sure the news of your arrival would reach the other Archons fast. Ah, you couldn't help but adore your little creations. Weren't they just so adorable? Begging for your attention like some kind of puppies. You favoured the Archons above all; that was clear as day. The thought made Revelyn scowl with jealousy.
Revelyn is sure that you think of her as nothing but a mere mortal. You pity her weak form, don't you? Oh, if you really do pity her, please let her stay with you a bit longer. She will go to hell and beyond to spend another moment with you; the divine creator. She heard people sing praises of you. Not only in Teyvat, but far away from Teyvat. From worlds unknown to the people. She is an outlander and you are the divine one. People in her world talked about how ethereal the creator of Teyvat is; a prodigy. She wants to worship you. She wants to worship each part of your body. Will you let her? Please do so, she is but a weak frail mortal. Right?
Her thoughts shattered the moment she saw purple hair. Ah, the wicked witch is here, isn't she? To steal you away from her.
Luckily, you were one of the Gods in Heaven. Unluckily, it came with a ton of responsibility. Including being one of the exchange students in Devildom. You asked why you were the only God who was being sent. They replied, you are one of the strongest of our Gods and friendly. You are the best candidate thus far.
And that was one of the biggest, fattest lie you have ever heard. You? Friendly? I mean, with human beings and other heavenly creatures, yes. But with demons? Like, babe, are you hearing this right? Have you gone deaf? No way in heaven are you friendly with demons.
So, pray tell. What kind of shit are they on to come to that conclusion? It was practically known all around Heaven— not to add Devildom, that you aren't very pleasant with demons.
Were you given answers? No, obviously. You were just told to go along with this. You didn't really have a choice. So here you are now, in the one and only Devildom.
"Welcome, [Name]! I'm Diavolo-" The red-haired man began before you cut him off.
"Yes, I know. Word of you goes around in Heaven. No need for pleasantries, demon." Your cold eyes narrowed at him before you looked at the faces of the other demons, The 7 Avatars Of Devildom.
Cheering, you said, "Let's get to know each other on a personal level, demons." Your smile was warm but it didn't reach your eyes, that much was clear as day.
Celestia's Divinity | Genshin Impact x Male Reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Celetsia's Divinity | (You are here)
About you: About you
About the family: About the family
Prologue: Born from the stars | TBW
Chapter 1: A child, the wolf, the dragon, and the god | TBW
Genshin impact x male god reader
The first god to ever be sent from the heavens, living with dragons and the like from the start. Living with the Seven Sovereign, an honorary dragon he became. He learned to love all life, being older than most of the Archons that live now. Only for his memory to be wiped as his mother died. Only the rage and resentment of the man that took his mother's life. As he sought out the man, he started to adopt the children that were abandoned and hurt by their families. Now new memories replaced those that he lost. But his power was still there, small in strength as the full extent of them was locked behind the memories he needed to regain. But a traveler comes along and helps him get back the life he lost, to become the most powerful god in all of Teyvat.
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Genshin Impact but I do own this story. Talks of semi heavy depicted gore, death, and more
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