#this is shitttttttttttttt ugh

[m1d-45]

hiyaaa new anon here, i'm normally a silent reader but my brain go brrr and i need an outlet

sagau impostor au except any defining features of creator!reader's divinity are not obvious in the beginning (like bleeding red when injured).

in the face of death, they think "finally, it's all over," except the minute their heart stops, they wake up again on the same shores beneath starsnatch cliff.

using this second chance, they do their best to avoid any and all forms of civilization, yet somehow they find themselves with a sword in their face once more.

just like before, they die, only to wake up on the beach again.

and thus a horrific cycle begins. with every breath given anew, a new blade comes to snuff it.

except...with each iteration of the death loop they're stuck in, signs of their divinity slowly become more apparent.

no one notices the tints of blue that gradually begin to color the impostor's blood until they've already been killed so many dozens of times.

ohhhh this is such a good thing in sagau, i’ve only read like two fics with this but it’s such wasted potential tbh

like maybe your blood only shifts once you start to absorb elements from teyvat, only once you’re back where you’re supposed to be, surrounded by your creations. it only changes once you start to gain some of your diving energy back, which is far easier when you’re walking along forest paths with elemental beings that adore you, when an unseen weight is lifted off your shoulders, like you’re finally breathing fresh air. even the cleanest parks on earth can’t compare to this feeling of ease, of comfort, of-

of betrayal?

when you die, you don’t notice the shimmer to your blood, only focusing on finding the most secluded area of teyvat to hide in. maybe sumeru’s forests? those seem pretty dense.

you try to cut through liyue, but all you get is a spear through the throat.

your ‘deaths’ don’t really hurt physically, surprisingly (why would they? teyvat would never dream of causing you pain, and you were never meant to be harmed by your creations) but they do hurt mentally. it’s hard to live when your beloved characters want you to die, when you have to face the weapons you wished for and ascended, when the fruits of your labor are bitter and poisoned.

teyvat is panicking, it’s people going berserk at the intensifying signs of divinity, growing more and more desperate to clean the earth for their god, not knowing that every imposter killed is another wall between them and your trust.

you’ve died. you’ve died. you’ve died. ‘friends’ are a glimpse you see in a pool of your own blood before you fade, the sparkle in your veins blinding to the ones that carry your ‘corpse’ away so you can heal. bubbles of hillichurl water wash it away, leaving you undamaged and clean again, fully knowing that within a week, someone will have to do it again.

they’re getting more vigilant hunting you, you know. just hope one of them spots the gold on their blade before it meets you again.

(also. you said hi new anon but didn’t sign. would you like to-?)