#archon reader

Can it be that his fate is taking a turn for the worse? Is it that Alhaitham is destined to die sooner rather than later?

You muse upon the issue as you come to his rescue every time, donning different disguises every time as you save Alhaitham from quick sand, underground caves and beastly lairs. It seems that he did listen to your initial advice to stay away from the ancient ruins, but in exchange, visits every other dangerous place he can find. Like right now.

You had gotten the feeling that something was wrong a few moments ago, and you had hoped that for once, it wouldn't be the smug Scribe at the center of it.

Of course, you are wrong.

"Oh no. I seem to have found myself trapped and unable to escape," Alhaitham says in a monotone voice, as he hangs from a tree vine directly above a Withering Spot. Fungi and hillichurls, enhanced by the dark energy of the Withering anxiously crowd below him, awaiting his drop. There's about fifteen of them you can count, and you know for a fact that that many opponents would bring a fight that even Alhaitham could not win.

Couple in the fact that Withering Spots also eventually chokes their inhabitants with Abyssal Energy until their life force is depleted, if you haven't arrived, death would be the only possibility for Alhaitham.

People depend on him. To think that he would throw away the life he has for such foolish whims-

"Whatever will I do? If only someone could save me-" Alhaitham continues in a bland voice, peering around, and you sigh to yourself.

This idiot!

Anger, hot and vitriolic, burns throughout you. How dare he? To think he wished to use you, a God, as his plaything?

You will put him in his place. Forget the disguises, the playful chiding. It appears that he needs guidance.

"Alhaitham of Sumeru," you call aloud, revealing yourself in your true form, the one that towers over others, "I, your Archon and charge, am tired of your childish antics."

With a simple slash of your weapon, the Withering Spot is suddenly overshot with green light as you deal critical damage to all of the enemies, killing them all. The spot of Withering instantly clears, life returning to the grass and plant life. The clover 🍀 above Alhaitham's head rapidly changes back to its healthy, vibrant color.

Alhaitham looks at you openly with wonder, mouth agape.

"I knew it," you hear him whisper, and your anger is not quelled.

"Tell me, Alhaitham. While you may have been correct in assuming my identity, let's see if you are as smart in other areas," you say, practically baring your teeth at him.

"What do you know about Sumeru's Spots of Withering?" You ask casually, and Alhaitham looks obviously confused, but you stand there and wait.

"Well, Greater Lord Y/N..." Alhaitham starts, eyeing you cautiously, but when he sees you do not move and make a go on gesture, he jumps down from the vine onto the ground in front of you.

"I know that Spots of Withering appear to be areas that develop at random without order or reason, prone to what seems like a form of corrupted energy that kills surrounding plant life. Enemies that are caught up within areas of the Withering appear to be stronger and even possessed, attacking anyone that approaches with a single-minded focus. The Withering appears to be centered by a small tree that is rooted to several sprouts that can be located either ground level or above. When charged attacks employing the use of nearby dendrograma are applied to these sprouts, it is possible for the Withering of an area to be seemingly undone." Alhaitham finishes, eyeing you wearily.

"And?" Your tone is biting, "Surely, you must know more information if you were so eager to throw yourself there. You must have already known that Spots of Withering drains life from those within its area,and that this isn't limited to flora- humans, too."

"Ah," is all Alhaitham says, face blanching.

"That didn't matter though, in your endeavors to trap a God, did it?" You spit, and the reaction is instant. "To make a fool of me?"

Alhaitham flinches, and it's the first time he ever looks regretful.

"I would never," he breathes, eyeing you intensely.

"Then tell me, Alhaitham; what were your intentions out here?" Alhaitham freezes, eyes going from side to side and you just know that he's looking for the most convincing excuse he can say.

"I..." he starts, looking away and crossing his arms over his chest defensively, "had been exploring the area-" he begins, and you hold up a hand, sick of the facade.

"-And somehow found yourself entrenched in the Withering?" You ask with obvious disdain, and Alhaitham falls silent before breathing in deeply.

"That was intentional, regrettably enough," Alhaitham reveals, closing his eyes. "I never intended to trap or fool you, I only wished to draw you out, to confirm that you were, as I suspected, Greater Lord Y/N.

I respect you, I hold you in such high regard that I had to know that it was you, always finding me, saving me. To know that you care for me as I do you-" He's rambling, although his voice still carries that ever-calm tone. It angers you further, and you cut him off.

"What gives you the right to toy with me, your God?" You demand, and Alhaitham freezes, and to your mild surprise, he falls to his knees and bows forward so that his forehead touches the ground, near your feet.

"Forgive this feeble scholar," Alhaitham murmurs, and you shake your head. His apology is not as sincere as it can be, because you know that he doesn't know the true extent of how wrong he is.

"Your apology is not accepted. Rise," you command, but he doesn't move, instead his back stiffens, and you realize he's shaking.

"Greater Lord Y/N, forgive me for not seeing my own ignorance," Alhaitham insists, voice harder than it was before. This stubborn human-

"You dare to make me ask twice? Alright!" You're fed up, and you make an up gesture with your hands. Vines teeming with Dendro energy sprout from the grass underneath Alhaitham's feet, entwining themselves around his limbs and forcing him into a standing position, arms bound and stretched above his head. An eye-catching sliver of skin and lightly colored hairs is shown under his navel and just above his waistband. He's restrained. All wrapped up like a present-

You avert your eyes. Now is not the time.

"You-" you jab your finger into Alhaitham's chest roughly (not enough to hurt him) but Alhaitham sucks a breath in nonetheless, "chose to enter an area of the Withering, unaware of its danger, and placed your life on the line. In doing so, you absorbed corrupted energy within your system."

You lay a hand over his stomach, which feels warm through the thin cotton of his shirt, and it flexes under your hand.

"Ah!" Alhaitham stares up at you with eyes open wide, and his cheeks begins to color with embarrassment. You, taller than him, lean down to speak some sense to him.

"This energy, through means that won't be comfortable, must be expelled," you continue in a grave voice and Alhaitham shivers.

"A-and what are these means?" Alhaitham asks in a shaky voice, and you fight to hold back your smile.

He must be so scared. Good! That means he'll finally learn his lesson!

"Hold still," you tell him meanly, and then you give him no time to adjust before you're sending pulse after pulse of Dendro inside him, before the corrupted energy can take hold within his yang energy reserves. You may be putting on a tough face but you are trying to be as gentle as possible because you know it's not painless.

Alhaitham gasps and bows against your Dendro restraints, pushing forward into your hands but you don't relent, needing to ensure he will be fine.

The process is long, and Alhaitham squirms under your hand, fidgeting to control his responses, and you can't help but feel a little sympathy for him.

"Greater Lord Y/N, I can't- this is too much," he groans, swallowing before he winces and snaps his mouth shut, clenching that sharp jaw of his.

You sigh, and bring his head to rest on your shoulder with your other hand as you continue to purify him.

"It's almost done. You can take it," you encourage in a firm voice, and Alhaitham shivers against your shoulder, mouth opening in a silent reply and you feel his lips sliding against your skin.

You pay it no mind, focusing on your task, looking at him with elemental sight to see that all traces of black abyssal energy have fully exited from him.

"Oh-" Alhaitham moans into your ear, as you remove your hand from his body and it- it makes you feel something that you wouldn't want to address, so you rudely release him from your bindings and step back.

Alhaitham crashes to the forest floor, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he doesn't lift his head to glare at you, like you had expected. No, he looks more like a chastened child, and that's more like it.

"Thank you," he breathes, and you nod, scratching at the back of your head discreetly.

"It was necessary... Unlike your most recent endeavors," you point out, and Alhaitham ducks his head.

"I apologize again-'

"That's not it. You need to focus more on the reason why you're willing to put yourself as risk to satisfy your curiosities. I fear this isn't the first time you've pulled such a stunt."

"What...do you mean?" Alhaitham asks hesitatingly, and you sigh.

"It appears that even a child carries a better understanding of my words. Oh, Alhaitham," you shake your head, "How clear is it that you need enlightenment."

And with that you step back, preparing to disappear but a hand grabs at the robe you wear, and you flinch, just barely holding back the automatic reflex of attacking the other.

"Wait!" Alhaitham begs, eyes meeting yours, "Will I see you again?"

You frown, displeased that that is his current worry before you remember that you're an Archon so it's your job to deal with stupidity like this.

"I am all around you," you drawl, gesturing to the environment, "It is through my sister and I that Sumeru thrives."

And with that, you nod and disappear from his sight, setting off to go visit the Traveler in his Adeptal realm re: Serinitea Pot. You need to escape from the craziness for a while.

//

Alhaitham goes home in a daze. He doesn't hear a single word Kaveh speaks to him as he brushes past him. His mind is elsewhere.

He's still at that clearing, where you had revealed yourself to him in all of your anger and divinity and it was-

It was a lot.

Exhilarating. Humbling. Momentous.

To behold and witness your true voice, your true form, your true intellect as well. There's not often that Alhaitham feels guilt, shame, or confusion and yet today you made him feel all three.

Those parting words you had left him with. He thinks you're telling him to take better care of himself?

How unnecessary! Alhaitham is a grown adult, with the mental facilities capable of measuring how much risk he places himself in. Today was just a one-off event...

But it does feel nice to know that his Archon, who he's never seen in person before, does care.

About him!

Alhaitham does not lack self confidence. However, he never thought much about his worth because his purpose is to exist.

But to know that he leads a life that has attracted the care and attention of a divine being willing to show up and save him from trouble?

It's quite satisfying.

More than satisfying, really.

Alhaitham looks at the reason he's in the attic and approaches the large tarp covered object. His grandmother had never been a fan of mirrors in the house. She had been gifted one by a grateful neighbor but had always covered it because "you never know who's watching".

Alhaitham lifts off the tarp and folds it before setting it on a nearby desk, examining himself in the mirror, cataloging his features. He looks the same.

No one would be able to tell that he was nearly at Death's Door today.

His cheeks are a little flushed, his eyes a bit reddened, and his bottom lip a little more swollen than usual since he had bit down on it when you had extracted that corrupted essence.

Speaking of that, Alhaitham peeks at the door to the attic to ensure that it's closed so that Kaveh wouldn't come barging in like he typically does.

He peels off his cloak, and then takes off his shirt. And there it is. There on his stomach, is the slightly green indent of a hand- a large hand.

Yours.

Alhaitham traces over the skin, watching in the mirror, and places his own palm over the imprint. The area, still sensitive, sends a bolt of heat through his body.

His wrists still bear slight red marks from your restraints.

Saliva pools in Alhaitham's mouth, as his body begins to react in a way very unexpected.

It's not often that Alhaitham finds himself overcome by sexual desire but it appears today is one of those days.

He takes care of it.

If he does so thinking of you, then that is his burden to bear and no one else's.

It's fine. It's not like he'll see you again.

...

But he really, really wants to.

Is there a way Alhaitham can see you without placing himself in grave danger AND do something to bring the two of you... closer?

The answer eludes him for weeks.

It isn't until he overhears an enthusiastic (and rather shameless) student telling another that his girlfriend had given him a pill made from concentrated Fungi dust, and that it had him 'going all night,' that Alhaitham gets an idea, a rather shameless one, but he thinks it'll be rather effective.

//

Two months pass without incident, and you're walking down a path with Sumpter Beasts when you hear it.

"Help! Somebody, if you can hear me, please help!" A voice calls out- Alhaitham's and you curse to yourself.

This fucker, again?

You groan aloud, but two things stop you.

First. The clover indicating Alhaitham's fate is not turning dark, instead, it's kind of glowing? Which is odd, because that typically means that that person feels as if their fates about to change for the better.

Weird.

Second, Alhaitham's voice is full of genuine distress, nothing like that ploy from that time before.

"Please! Someone help!" Alhaitham calls again, and you can't help it, you're actually worried for the brat. Somehow, he has managed to endear himself to you. An enigmatic stubborn man. His harebrained scheme had worked in the beginning!

You go there speedily, calling upon your weapon in case it's another clearing of monsters.

But that's not the case.

Somehow, Alhaitham has entered a spot that was not the Withering, but one that could spell as much trouble.

He had actually the spot where Fungi mate, and in doing so, releases a bunch of spores into the air that, to your knowledge should act as not only endorphins, but also aphrodisiacs.

Alhaitham flailed about in the heavily pollinated air, before he spots you.

"Greater Lord Y/N!" He races towards you, but you hurriedly move out of the way as you begin to consider your options on what to do.

"Do not touch me!" You hurriedly exclaim, and he nods.

"You're here," he breathes, and it appears the dust has affected his facilities, alright.

A bucket of water may help! A lake's not too far from this spot!

"Alhaitham," you dryly respond, deciding not to mention how he has stripped of his shirt and pants, chest out to the world. Or the fact that his boxers are tented.

"What happened? Why are you out here?" You ask accusingly, and Alhaitham stares at you, eyes pleading.

"Research," he answers, squirming in his one spot.

"What am I going to do with you?" You sigh exasperated, and Alhaitham looks at you and licks his lips.

"Hopefully, everything."

"Alhaitham!-" You exclaim, genuinely caught off guard, before you remember that's the pollen speaking.

You better get to that lake and fast - if there's one thing you've learned about Alhaitham, he often speaks before he acts so you have to get a move on before he does anything... Impulsive.

Besides, you're the Archon here. You have to take control of the situation.

You sigh.

This human is a lot of trouble on your hands.

(You don't really mind it though. He stops life from being too monotonous... If only he would stop endangering himself).

//

In the meantime, Alhaitham is horny but elated. You showed up! Alhaitham will use this opportunity he forced into fruition to his fullest ability!

Even if he has to beg.

Alhaitham is going to find a way for you two to form a bond. People, no Archons, like to take care of weak, pathetic beings, right?

Alhaitham will ensure that you will always take notice of him.

Fin.

And if anybody saw that this was posted before I finished it and caught me editing it in real time 🤫 NO YOU DIDN'T THAT WAS TUMBLR!

Flowers finally started blooming. Their small, colorful petals started showing their delicate tips, yellow anthers still too deeply hidden to become visible. Green leaves sprinkled across the branches of various trees, still shining with their youth. Soft breeze carried gentle, rich smell, mixed with aroma of the great blue. Storms stopped being so frequent three weeks ago, now only occasionally running through the islands, mostly just bringing rain and stronger wind rather than full on storm. The life finally started. White and golden birds, that resembled cranes, and yet were too different to be one, with various colored tails, flowing gently on the wind, sung their song, sounds pleasurable to the ear and artistic, like a bard singing and playing some not yet invented instrument. Their wings flapping with no sound, swift flight looking weightless and fluid. From time to time some of the feathers in their tails fell, dancing their way to the ground, while pinkish hue slowly replaced gold. There was rush in the streets, everyone running around in frenzy doing their task, yet way too busy for it to be just some morning rush. Various smells filled the air, from sweet pastries to wood wax and burned paper. There was noise, street buzzing with life, from time to time an excited shriek of a child or falling wooden frames cut through it, echoing across the land. Streets were being decorated, performers trained in struggle to achieve perfection. Bakeries and restaurants worked overtime to deliver all of the promised delicacies, while in Cherry Harbor ships docked and departed whole day and night. The trees blooming was enough of a reason on restarting businesses or start going on, but while busy all year long, islands were never this busy. Only time when this happened, was in the spring when storms ceased and the aroma of freshness dominated the air around The Pleasure Archipelago. Blooming Love Festival was almost in full swing.

***

He knew exactly why he was sent there. He made a mistake. But what was this mistake was a mystery. The problem was, that sages in the Akademiya were very hormonal, and what was once an asset, it could turn quickly into unwanted, digging mole, that had to be exterminated. He was unfortunately a mole now, thrown into small cage, bound and gagged, awaiting extermination. He wouldn’t get killed or deemed insane and thrown into merciless desert thankfully, but he didn’t know if the fate awaiting him wasn’t even worse. He could escape from the desert, but islands were way harder. Also, very limited knowledge was available for planning anything. As far as he knew, living “gifts” could be made into sex slaves, prostitutes, priests or even be sacrificed for the god of love and fertility. There was a lot of possibilities and almost none were certain. And that didn’t help at all. Door to his cell slowly opened, and Yen walked in, carrying a straw and a bottle. She was a young girl found in the desert that somehow ended up being one of the maintenance workers for the Akademiya. It was a miracle she even got this far – desert folk had no place anywhere near Sumeru city according to many of its citizens. “Are you holding up today?” she asked, waiting for his nod. Due to the gag he couldn’t respond of course, he only had his gag taken for meals, when Yen would take it out before leaving. She was understanding, simply because she disliked Akademiya. But what is one desert girl against powerful and controlling form of government. “Ah, that’s good, that’s good. I heard from one sage that was here earlier today that you will be escorted out of the city in the night. They said something about Port Ormos  and shipment across the sea, but I don’t know the details, sorry.” her soft tone was all that he needed to know. His fate was sealed then. “Well, they also mentioned, that you had to be “groomed properly” before departure, but I have no idea what that means. But guessing from the tone, they will make you suffer” she winced. Yen put a straw between his gag and mouth, allowing some water to get into his mouth. He drank as much as he could. He knew that if this was any other person, they would laugh and humiliate him first. She did things fast and gave him very much needed information. He started to like her. Too bad it won’t get anywhere. “They wont miss you” that was the last thing the girl said before leaving. And he was alone again. What was surprising to him, was that there was no physical abuse, they didn’t even spit on him once. Now, getting information that he was supposed to be “groomed”, it confirmed that he had to be in impeccable state. So probably a sacrifice or sex slave. After all, what else? It was a festival of love, not only sweet, but physical one as well. And while sages didn’t respect Lesser Lord Kusanali, and her probable will to attend didn’t matter to them, all of Teyvat knew that the god of love was one of the most feared ones, and no matter Archon or not, every ten years representatives or gods themselves attended the festival to ask for good luck in love or to not have a famine caused by infertile animals and soil. It was said that during the Archon War said god desolated the land and destroyed gods by making them fight for unachievable love. No one dared to fight her later on, instead pleading for her mercy, offering her the position across the Seven. And yet, she refused, preferring to pull on heartstrings of others and bending unbendable to her will. Legends said that Celestia acknowledged her power and gave her a throne in secret. But these were just some tales. What was true was that this god wasn’t known to be merciful and lived with her people in one of the biggest brothels known to man. Next few days were painful and humiliating to a degree. Turns out, “grooming” was exactly it. He was waxed, washed and scrubbed so hard that he felt like he had his skin rubbed off of him, oiled and massaged, which was very painful, and had to do a lot of stretching and dancing. Thankfully, it wasn’t sexual at all, mostly uncomfortable. Stretching was the worst, because despite being athletic and rather agile in his opinion due to sword fight training, he never knew his limbs and spine could bend that much. After a week, his body was sore and his skin had so much oil rubbed in it, that he constantly looked shiny. The smell of it was nice at the beginning, but right now he wanted to swim in mud and roll around in very dirty stables, just to get this intense smell off of him. He felt like his muscles were drenched in it, flowery stench seeping into his bones and making him human air refresher. However today, he was fed breakfast and thrown into a room, bound and gagged. This time however, his hands and legs were bound with silk ribbons and his gag was made out of a bamboo segment, with ribbon tied around his head. He heard sailors talk about arriving tomorrow, if weather will allow them and he knew that next meal will be at the destination. His only hope was to not suddenly develop sea sickness. As he prepared for amazingly passionate wall watching session, someone entered his room. It was a female dressed in Akademiya clothes with Akasha terminal glowing in the barely lit room. She looked at him in disgust, and yet she restrained her face expressions, leaving only eyes betrying her real feelings about being in the same room as him. “You committed crimes against Akademiya and whole nation of Sumeru. However, you did a lot for us. That’s why your punishment isn’t being sent to the desert. We both know that you would escape anyways. I’m giving you a warning. You are a gift, so act like one. Be pretty and obey to whatever commands will be ordered. Otherwise, many will suffer.” She spoke quietly and then left, leaving him in silence again. Well, it’s not like he had a choice to be a brat anyways. His journey was interrupted soon, or at least what felt like soon. It was hard to tell, and his window was out of the reach of his eyes. Its not like he could get up and not lose his teeth after all. Three women and two men entered his tiny room, filling it with various fabrics and cosmetic products. Great. More smelly perfume. They started brushing his hair, while two of them was throwing fabrics in his face and almost instantly taking it back. He didn’t know if he preferred being tortured right now, because they didn’t care if pulling his hair caused him pain or if he wanted to have some privacy, as they took off his clothes and complained about his muscles being an inch too wide to fit in their chosen dress. They treated him like a piece of meat, meant to be sold. Finally they decided on skin tight sleeveless shirt with delicate dendro pattern on it, with knee length simple skirt and decorative obi style belt, along with long, flowy fabric attached to his neck in arms. His forelocks stayed the same, but the rest of his hair was tied, at least as much as it could, with decorative piece behind his ear. He also had heavy earrings, that painfully dragged his irritated ears, after not very pleasant puncture that was done to him without a warning. He was also forced into high tights with holes for his fingers. He thanked whatever was watching him for that knee long skirt. His makeup was also applied in unpleasant way, since one of the men grabbed his face and held it in place, as a lot of dust tickled his nose. He didn’t know why they used colored dust instead of using more wet methods. Did they wanted to torture him as well? Whole experience was very dehumanizing. He didn’t even had his muzzle taken off, for whatever reason. He looked like a doll and his face was tingling with pain. He was sure that he got bruises from the strong grip that man had on his face, but they probably did cover it up in makeup. He lost the track of time during this whole ordeal, and apparently, they were close now.

-Losing her caused you to lose trust in humanity and go mad with grief.

-The war turned you against everyone, even Morax, who you once held equal.

-He had sealed away Osial, who was once your friend, so you grew hatred toward him.

-You hated everything about him. You both wielded the powers of geo, and you both were dragon Adepti.

-You ended up in a violent battle with him, and the fight lasted many days, causing destruction with its storm of sand and earth.

-The battle ended when Morax threw his spear at you and pierced your heart. Your body fell limb, and you got lost in the storm of sand.

-It meant to seal you away, but the battle which conflicted elemental magic had ripped open a portal, and you fell through it.

-Your large Dragonoid body fell into the sand, and the last thing you saw was the stars you did not recognize but adored as you fell into a deep sleep.

-Thousand years later, you awoke when the people of the east found your body under the sand. They took the spear out from your chest, which allowed you to awaken.

-You held no hatred for them since they released you from Morax's seal and became their guide.

-You learned you were no longer in Teyvat but in a world called Arda with no Celestia or wielders of visions.

-Finding no way back or desire to return, you decided to immigrate yourself as a god to the people of the east.

-Since they were awakened and possessed little knowledge. You taught them to build houses and farmlands and even forge weapons to defend themselves.

-You taught them how to find cold and riches from the earth and make silk they wove into clothes.

-You even gave knowledge of how to make glass from the sand, which enhanced their houses and became part of their culture.

-Your greatest gift to them was how to tame and live peacefully with the animals such as desert foxes, leopards, and the great beast Mumakil.

-You guided them and taught them everything you knew. You took time and flew over the skies, learning about Arda, so you knew what to tell them, good and bad.

-The lands of Harad were a wast desert, so you took your domain there.

-The people of the east, especially the Haradrim, praised your knowledge and took you as their ruling deity.  

-They praise your name and leave offerings to your abode whenever they sought for your guidance and wisdom.

-Only on special occasions because they respected your wish for silence and time for meditation.

-They made your dragon form and the mark of geo as their sacred sigils and worshipped your greatest gift, the mumakil.

-They made some temples and paid tribute to Havria, appreciating the salt and spices you taught them to find and make.

-It was to make you happy when they learned the tragic fate of your friend.

-You sometimes watched from the sidelines as a human as your people grew and created great cities, living in prosperity.

-You sometimes went to markets wandering and buying their stuff. Even though; you had a bad habit of bringing any money.

-Your people made you think of Havria, who always pushed you to guide people of your own, telling what a great god and mentor you would make.

-It felt bitter, but you considered this an honor to your dear Havria.

-The haradrim practiced peace and made trades with the lands of the north and west. The stories of a dragon god would reach the ears of many, which many would choose to believe or not.

-When some people try to oppress the Haradrim or the people of the east, they would shout out your name for victory since you have trained them in the arts of war, making them one of the strongest armies.

-When you entered the battlefield with a storm of sand by your side, your enemies would quiver in fear, and the battle would be over before it even began.

-Your influence became stronger over time in the east and south, and the people only considered you as their ruling god, and by following your teachings and rules, they lived in peace.

-You were called the god of sand, wisdom, and time. You were also the guardian of the innocent and the children.

-Your fondness for the children allowed them to become sacred. Mistreating a child was considered a sin and a bad omen. Sons and daughters were both treated equally and with love.

-Your people avoided angering you because you would become the god of destruction and wrath. Sandstorms would rise in your rage, causing havoc upon the earth.

-Elves possessed little knowledge of you, except those who traveled to your lands as scholars.

-They called you the unknown valar of the east, or the great beast of Harad when regarding your dragon form. Your people referred to you as their golden valar.

-You took rest for every hundred years, restoring your elemental powers and taking rest from the world.

-The haradrim always lived peacefully and celebrated whenever you returned.

-Until one battle during the first age. A beast of Morgoth was sent to your land to conquer your home and enslave your people.

-You took it upon yourself to defend them, and a fierce battle was issued.

-Your people knew how to handle the opposing army, so you took care of their leader, and as a warrior god, you conquered the monster and rose victorious.

-Your people were safe, but you suffered grave injuries and a loss of elemental power.

-You bid your people a goodbye because to fully heal and regain your powers, you would rest a much longer than hundred years.

-Your chosen leaders made their vow to honor your name and teachings, so you went to rest with an easy mind.

-The haradrim and the people of the east lived in prosperity and peace during your rest. They even welcomed their Easterling kin, who escaped from the final battle of the war of wrath and returned to their distant kin.

-The Easterlings were confused and frightened about how their kin had chanced.

-The cities your people built were far greater and that they lived with no conflict baffled the Easterlings greatly.

-You had given the haradrim and the rest of the people knowledge and gifts, which allowed them to live in peace and wealth.

-The Easterlings would slowly integrate and adapt their kin's lifestyle and culture, taking you as their new god,

-In their eyes, you were truthful, unlike Morgoth, who had been deceitful from the beginning and permitted the lands and riches of Beleriand he had promised to them.

-Morgoth's influence would have vanished, and your people lived together with the Easterlings in peace and harmony, even making bonds with the people of middle earth.

-The peace of the east would slowly end when Sauron came and influenced people into havoc.

-Sauron's corruption would be effortless at first. He was surprised by how much more developed and different the people of the east were, especially the haradrim.

-He always thought the unknown vala of the east was a made-up story, but now he saw some truth.

-When he heard you were asleep, he didn't seek your abode and slowly turned some of your people away from your faith.

-Some of the Easterlings would still be possessed by the influence of Morgoth and have greed in their heart, which allowed Sauron to turn them and start a conflict in the east.

-Haradrim and most people stood against the traitors, and a long-lasting conflict began.

-The blue wizards, who came to assist the good Easterlings and the people of the east who resisted Sauron, felt your presence and were concerned but considered you a possible ally when the times came rough.

-When the time became desperate, Sauron's influence became greater along with the numenorians who started harassing the haradrim from the west. The blue wizards finally decided to seek out your abode and awaken you to help them.

-You would hear the call of the blue wizards and the prayers of your people who were losing hope, and finally, awaken from your thousand years of rest.

-When you heard about the situation of your people, you were furious and decided to join the blue wizards to help resist Sauron.

-You had no dealings with the Easterlings before, but since some of them still considered you as their god and were close kin to your people. You decided to show the traitors why you're a god.

-It was time to remind your people and Sauron, who was the real god of the east.

-Your storms of sands engulfed the lands of the Easterlings, and they were rendered helpless.

-Your people fought beside you and gained many victories.

-Even the leader of the Easterlings, Khamul, stood nothing against you and the power of the geo. He couldn't repel you even with the ring he received from Sauron.

-You faced Sauron in close combat, and he didn't stand a chance against your might. You banished him with the spear Morax used to take you down, restoring the peace.

-You rescued your haradrim from the numenorians and their oppressors. They fleed in horror when you appeared in your dragon form, but the haradrim celebrated the return of their god.

-They stood strong against all oppressors and with your guidance, made an alliance with the people of the middle earth, standing united against Sauron.

-The people of the east made peace with the people of the west and all the conflicts that happened were forgiven.

-Elves and those who had a chance of meeting you told stories and marked you as the valar of the gold.

-When Sauron was defeated, you were curious about the world and remained in your human form to wander it.

-Your people were skilled enough to care for themselves without you, so you had faith they would last without a god.

          The Dendro Archon, the god of wisdom, Stolas or as his companions call him, [y/n]; his people view him as someone who is a genius of all geniuses, stoic, well-mannered and respected gentleman in a suit. Between all Seven Seated Archon's, he is the most active when interacting with his people. His citizens often see him during lectures as one of the professor's, sometimes they see him on the streets with a bright aura around him, he waves and gives off a gentle smile to anyone he passes by. Both men and women alike silently swoon because of his charm.

Stolas or [y/n] enjoys his peaceful strolls around his city, his people respected this momentary peace of his, people wanted to leave him alone as much as possible, knowing how much work their archon needs to fulfill.

[y/n] sighs as gently caress a glaze lily that bloomed near his giant statue that was located at the middle of the City's Plaza Central. People who temporary visit Sumeru often leave seeds of a flower that grew on their respective cities. Different kinds of flowers grew around Sumeru, you can see violet grass sometimes growing in the Cafe's you find around the city, windwheel asters in the gardens of Sumeru's Universities and many more.

The glaze lily seemed to brighten in color once it felt the touch of the Archon of Dendro.

The Archon softly smiled, catching the eyes of the students who was chilling around the plaza, they silently swooned.

The Dendro Archon sighed, it was time for work again. He can feel his energy starting to disappear as he remembered the piles of paperwork needed to do that was left on his office desk. Work is like a second nature to him, he works 24/7, his assistant, Cyno; is very concerned of his Archon's non-existent sleep schedule. Cyno often times force his archon to take a break which often backfires—instead of him taking a break, he just worries about the work that's waiting for him after, instead of relaxing; the archon would just spiral into a workaholic mess.

Just before the god can leave and return back to his office, his eyes catches the sight of a certain flower, a cecilia; his mind flashbacks to a certain god of wind.

"How long has it been since he went into slumber again?" He softly muttered, his voice soft and gentle yet masculine.

"Is he even awake yet?" He sighed as he looked up at the bright blue skies, the clouds passing by his nation.

He leans down, enough for his right ear to be near the said flower, "can you tell me any recent news about the anemo archon little cecilia?" He gently asked, the cecilia brightened up a little and soon the Archon's Dendro 'vision' that was dangling ever so gracefully from his left ear like an earring, glowed softly.

'anemo archon... awake... gnosis... lost...'

He nodded in understanding before gently caressing the said flower and it seemed to sway in joy.

"Thank you little cecilia" he smiled before looking away with a small frown on his face.

The fauna you see all around teyvat serves as the Dendro Archon's eyes and ears. The roots beneath the ground are interlinked with one another, making it easy to carry information wherever the Dendro Archon is.

Think of the fauna as... Signal towers, they transmit information to the Archon of Dendro. But he can only grab only small information one at a time, it doesn't necessarily means he gets information every second, that would be too painful if he constantly hears information from the fauna every damn time.

An irk mark appeared at the side of his head but the frown has been replaced by an annoyed smile, "Change of plans I guess?" He muttered before walking back to his office.

The people the god passed by can only look at him in concern, I mean—where did the usual kind smile he usually wear? Why does he looked pissed? Whatever it is, best not to get in his way; because the Dendro Archon doesn't get angry easily and whatever pissed him off must be something serious.

His eyes stared at the giant building, the building itself overlooked his city, the glass windows reflecting the bright blue skies. He dramatically opens the double glass doors with much more force than usual, his employees were about to greet him but then sees the angry look on his face, they opt to give him a smile instead, afraid of the Dendro Archon's wrath.

The ground floor was silent in nervousness, the people working on the floor just silently watched as their archon practically marched towards one of the elevators, the elevators that were only used and accessed by 10 people, the very people who governs the City of Sumeru.

They watched as the god summoned a card that he use to access the said elevators, he swiped it on the card reader, the doors opening, they watched as he went inside the elevator, the archon giving them a reassuring smile and then the elevator doors closed.

Silence—

Panicked screams were suddenly heard.

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The doors opened of the second highest floor of the building. Catherine walked to the long hallway filled with rooms. His steps have stopped and he looked at the door that has the namecard pinned on it; Cyno, it read.

The office of his dear assistant. He took a deep breath then he forcefully opened it with a bang.

The assistant who was too focused on the paperwork infront of him, a pen on his hand, his hand continuously moving on to the pages.

"Cyno!" The god screamed as the door hit the wall with a bang.

The poor assistant slightly jumped lightly from the loud noise from both the archon and the door hitting the wall, he swore it hit a dent on the poor wall. The ink of his pen smudged into the neat paper, Cyno furrowed his brows in annoyance.

"I would appreciate it Sir if you would knock before entering, Sir." Cyno said, voice filled with annoyance, his voice emphasizing on the 'sir'.

"Forget about that for a second, I would like to cancel all my plans and meetings for today and tomorrow."

The sound of a pen dropping can only be heard.

Cyno dropped his pen from hand, his face blank as ever but his eyes held a look of shock.

[y/n] looked at his assistant with confusion, confused if he said something wrong. Cyno abruptly stood up from his seat, the neat pile of finished papers falling into the floor.

"Wait, wait! Please say it again, slowly please."

[y/n] nodded then opened his mouth again, Cyno already ready to listen to his god's bullshit.

"I want to take a leave this afternoon and tomorrow too."

Cyno blinked his eyes, then rubbed his eyes. He looked at the 5 cups that is empty that is placed at his office sink, he deadpans, he rubs his nose, a headache already starting to form.

"I think the lack of sleep plus 5 cups of coffee is starting to kick in—" he murmured with a tired voice.

The archon can only look at him in concern.

"Tell me the reason why you want to leave again? I mean I am glad that you want to take a day off cuz you desperately need it Sir."

"I'm going to Mondstadt."

"Mondstadt?"

"I need to pay a visit to my dear friend, the anemo archon."

Cyno deadpanned, "You? You want to take a a day and a half off to visit a friend? HAH! is the world ending? Or am I hallucinating?"

The archon gave his assistant a offended expression.

"How dare you—" he was cut off by his assistant who gave his a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Sir no offense or anything, a workaholic like you asking for a day and a half off is so surprising, I mean you almost went insane when we forced you to take a break—" he deadpans.

The archon just gave him an annoyed smiled before sighing, "You guys know that I was not this workaholic before—I decided to drown in my work after knowing my dear friend Barbatos fell asleep..." He softly murmured.

Then the nostalgic looked on his face suddenly morphed into an annoyance, "then I found out how many years have passed, I've waited for him for all this year's and not once did that bastard even thought about visiting me." The Dendro Archon sneered, he turned to look at his assistant directly, a menacing smile on his face, "I'll personally take matters into my own hands and visit him instead, and probably give him a punch in the face." He said as he clenched his fists, an irk mark on his forehead.

Cyno felt pity and worry for the anemo archon.

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Somewhere in Mondstadt, a certain bard felt chills run down his spine as he was performing infront of his audience. He just nervously chuckled but continued his performance nonetheless.

'hahahaha I feel like I'm in danger—' he thought.

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[y/n] walked out of Cyno's office with a huge smile on his face, Cyno on the other hand just stared at the door the archon walked out, he slowly placed his hand on his arm then gave his skin a hard pinch. He flinched, "So I really am not dreaming—" he muttered before bending down to pick up the papers that's now on the floor.

He softly kneeled in a prayer position, "oh thank you celestia, I can finally sleep tonight."

[y/n] happily skipped through the hallway, earning confused look from his colleagues, a pinkette and bluenette holding stacks of paper on their hands looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" The bluenette softly nudges the purplette beside him.

"I'm not blind so of course I'm seeing what you're seeing dumbass"

"I'm just making sure that I'm not going insane—" he deadpans and the pinkette scoffed, "as your psychiatrist, I can confirm that you're insane."

The archon payed no mind to the two as he happily continued skipped his steps, the sounds of two people arguing fading in the distance.

"Ah—i can't wait to punch him tomorrow—" he mused to himself.

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Yes, I Headcanoned Sumeru to be like a modern city, a modern city surrounded by lots of trees.

The Dendro Archon and his colleagues/friends lived the City's one and only skyscraper.

With [y/n]'s private floor at the very highest room.

The Governing 10's lounging Area is located at the third highest floor, while the other 9's rooms are located at the second, just below their Archons' room.

Their meeting Room is located at the thirteenth floor, which is inaccessible to normal employees.

♡

The man was stoic, exuding power. Red highlighted his hair, just like Zhongli’s brown to amber hair. The two of them talked like old friends, much much older than their appearance may tell.

“Aether!” Zhongli greeted him with a warm smile.

The mysterious man glanced his way too. His stare was intense, it felt like he was burning him alive, contrasting the former archon’s warm and polite demeanor. “Care to join us?” Zhongli offered.

“Y-Yeah, sure.” Aether took a seat next to them. Paimon, who was uncharacteristically quiet, floated next to them. Her look was undecipherable, so Aether could not deduct what she was thinking about.

“You know, Zhongli,” Your voice shocks the traveler. Even when you speak with a sense of familiarity, your voice displays strength. “when you asked me out for tea, I didn’t think you’d invite somebody else.”

The God of Geo chuckles, Aether doesn’t know how he can manage to brush off your intensity. “I didn’t plan to. You see, this is Aether. He plans to travel around the seven nations. Someday, he might come to yours.”

‘Come to yours?’ Perhaps you were simply from another nation, and it was yours because it was your home nation. However, his gut told him otherwise.

“Aether.” The fact that you don’t even greet him with a polite smile is intimidating. “I’m (y/n). I come from Natlan, I’m-” You cut yourself off, as if you’ve said too much. Aether finds it suspicious.

“Could you tell him about the nation?”

The side glance you give the consultant is almost a glare, yet he brushes it off like it’s nothing. You huff, and Aether swears that the cup in his hands heats up just that bit more. “Alright then, as long as I get something in return, right, Zhongli? That’s what you people of Liyue do, trade?”

“Of course.” Zhongli seems to be amused by your passive aggressiveness. “Name your price.”

“Time alone with you, proper time. Not with anybody else.” You shoot Aether a glance, which makes him flinch.

“We can arrange that.” Aether finally notices just how close you sit together. It’s certainly not enough to determine your relationship, especially when you seem so blunt and emotionless, but he has a gut feeling you’re more than just ‘old friends’.

You begin to talk about the Pyro Nation, from the land, the people, to its God. However, whenever you mention their name ‘Murata’, your hair seems to glow.

Aether brushes it off, but he can’t help but think there’s a connection between you and Natlan’s God. Just like your hair, Venti and Zhongli’s hair glow the color of their element whenever they call upon their powers. The strange thing with you is that he can’t seem to find what you’re doing when your hair glows. Though each time he takes a sip of his tea, it seems hotter than before.

“and finally, Murata is the God of War.” You clear your throat then finally take a sip of your tea. You don’t seem affected by the fact it's still steaming.

Silence follows. Zhongli doesn’t touch his tea, as it’d begun boiling out of nowhere, and neither does Aether.

“Well,” Your voice booms, accompanied by the loud clunk of porcelain hitting the table as you set your tea down. “I think I’ll have that alone time now.”

Zhongli chuckles, subtly holding your elbow. Aether barely catches the gesture.

“You see how demanding he is.” The both of you stand, and luckily, you brought mora. You place a small pouch on the table, looking extremely impatient to leave. “I hope these details are good for your journey, Aether. (y/n)’s an expert on Natlan. After all, he is the Pyro Archon.”

“Paimon knew it!” Aether’s flying companion finally breaks her silence.

You roll your eyes, hooking your arm with his. “Let’s go, Zhongli. You’ve interrupted our alone time long enough.”

“I think you know what that means.” Uncharacteristically of the Lord of Geo, he winks at the traveler and his companion. “We’ll meet again, travelers, hopefully.”

Even if you’ve just explained everything about Natlan to him, even everything about yourself as their archon, there were still many mysterious things about you. Hopefully the next time he meets you, you’re not rendezvousing with another archon. Hopefully, you’re acting on your duties.