#creator!reader

"Tch- let's hope we get more masks today. I'll get my ref sheets first, then see how this team works on him. " You mutter moving towards the domain. "What will it be getting this week, Dottores' Mask, Dottores' belts, or Dottores' plug."

[Them being self-aware while you're playing. Today's Team; Zhongli, Columbina, Ineffa and Baizhu vs Heretic of the False moon; Il Dottore]

Cw. SFW. Actual Boss battle fight, Forth wall breaks, use of canon Voicelines. Temporary character death [Video game logic] [Part 3]

"It feels surreal." Columbina gasps as she looks around the domain, looking over her shoulder when Zhongli steps through shortly behind her and blinks

"Ah, You fought at the basis of this domains' foundation, is that right?" he asks curiously, helping Baizhu step through the veil then Ineffa.

"I did." She frowns, face sesrching the grounds "theres a bit missing here."

"Correct. We believe it to be a feature special to the domains nature," Ineffa adds, folding her hands in front of herself. "The guides' device can only store so much of our surroundings as it is a temporary space, to keep all things loaded here would threaten the stability of our connection to them."

"Do not fret the details, child of the Moon." Zhongli dips his head in kind to Columbina "We will not be here long."

"Hah. how insulting, Morax."

double damn update, I think I owe this to you guys dasgasdasf... or should we make it triple update-?-- yay! another DLC obsessed archon character unlocked! let's casually use the Inazuma as our protection place to survive's zhongli's obsession lmao--- and yay yae miko has appeared... I LOVE MY WOMEN

The first thing you noticed was not her blade, but her silence.

The storm crashed around her, lightning split the skies, thunder rolled like war drums, yet Raiden Shogun stood upon the cliff as though untouched, carved from eternity itself. Her expression was unreadable, but her gaze— oh, her gaze was sharp enough to carve through mountains.

How many lifetimes had she held it? That look, that rigidity, that vow never to falter again. The eyes of a woman who had buried everyone she loved beneath the weight of eternity.

You smiled at her.

The Crux heaved beneath your feet, timbers groaning in the restless sea. Crewmen whispered frantic prayers; some gripped weapons, though none dared raise them. Kazuha stood by your side, lips pressed to the back of your hand, as though by kissing it he could shield you from the storm itself.

“Raiden Shogun.” Your voice carried across the waves, soft yet undeniable. The storm seemed to hush, thunder hanging a moment longer in the clouds before breaking again.

Raiden Shogun’s grip tightened on her blade.

The blade of Musou Isshin rose, crackling arcs splitting the storm in half. Raiden Shogun stood poised to strike, her expression blank, flawless, eternal.

“Imposter,” she declared, voice sharp as thunder. “You dare wear her face? Then vanish before the lightning of eternity.”

Her leap was swift, divine, inevitable. Lightning screamed down with her as soldiers cried out in awe and terror.

But you… you did not move.

Instead, you tilted your head, veil fluttering against your cheek, and whispered with a softness that wrapped around the storm like silk:

“Do you remember, dear Ei, when you prayed through the storm? You asked me if you were wrong to hold eternity in your hands… and I promised you that If the world becomes too heavy, I will bear it with you.’

The words struck harder than any spear.

Raiden Shogun’s eyes flickered wide. Her blade wavered, just an instant. The puppet’s programming snarled against the surge of memory, but she did remember.

Not fully— no, the puppet could not contain the whole. But Ei, within, stirred. The woman who had once whispered lonely confessions into the void felt the echo of your gentle reply.

It was the same voice. The same cadence. Impossible— and yet undeniable.

Her body trembled.

The soldiers saw it, gasping as the storm itself faltered, lightning stuttering across the clouds. Their visions blazed violently, drawn to you like moths to flame, some bearers collapsing to their knees in wordless reverence.

And you… oh, you were delighted.

How entertaining it was, to watch the puppet falter, to taste the tension between steel programming and human grief. You gazed at her not with fear but with amusement, warmth curling around your lips in a smile.

“Ah,” you chuckled softly, almost lovingly. “So you do remember. How sweet. Tell me, my dearest— can you still feel me pressing against the storm, standing by your side?”

The puppet’s face remained blank, but her hands shook upon the hilt. Violet arcs hissed and sputtered. A crack formed in the perfect mask of eternity.

Deep within, Ei stirred harder. A heartbeat of regret. A whisper of longing. The sense that she had been abandoned, and yet… you were here.

The soldiers shifted uneasily, their whispers growing. “Could it be—?” “The true Creator—” “Why does my vision burn—”

Raiden Shogun forced her body back under control. Her lips parted, voice mechanical, cold, stripped of all doubt.

“…Illusions,” she hissed. “Deceiver’s tricks. I will not yield.”

The blade struck.

Pain seared through you, starlight spilling upward in glittering fragments as your body staggered with a calm smile on your face. Gasps filled the air— soldiers choking on disbelief, their visions flaring so bright they nearly burned against their skin.

And for once, the almighty Raiden Shogun froze.

For a breathless instant, her mask cracked. Horror flickered across her face, her hands trembling as violet light guttered down her blade. And from within, Ei herself surged upward— the true Archon, the woman who had prayed to you once through lonely storms.

I struck them—I struck them—I struck them... I hurt them.

The thought tore her open, filling her chest with regret so deep she could hardly breathe.

But then her gaze fell on Beidou and Kazuha— Kazuha clutching you to his chest, Beidou barking orders to set sail, the Crux already straining against the storm.

In that instant, Ei’s grief hardened. The softness vanished. The Shogun straightened, grip tightening on Musou Isshin, and her expression smoothed back into cold eternity.

Her voice cut across the chaos, calm, commanding, undeniable.

“Surround the ship. Do not let them escape.”

At once, soldiers surged forward, the cliffside filling with the thunder of boots and clamor of weapons. Electro sigils flared as they encircled the harbor, walls of lightning hemming the Crux in from all sides.

“Captain!” a sailor shouted in terror.

“Damn it all!” Beidou swore, slamming a fist against the railing. Her gaze darted to you— limp in Kazuha’s arms, starlight bleeding from your wound— then back to the encroaching walls of lightning. Her jaw clenched, fury and despair warring in her eyes.

“Take the crew and sail!” she barked at her first mate. “Get them out of here before it’s too late.”

“Captain—”

“That’s an order!”

Her voice cracked with the weight of it. She turned to Kazuha, who had fallen to his knees cradling you, his face pale with silent anger. Soldiers stormed the deck, blades drawn.

Kazuha drew his own, desperation burning in his eyes.

But a dozen spears leveled at once, visions blazing, and he froze. His body trembled, torn between fighting and dying uselessly in your name.

Raiden Shogun descended the cliff with measured steps, lightning parting beneath her feet. Her presence pressed down over the ship like a stormcloud too heavy to breathe beneath.

“Lay down your weapons,” she commanded, calm as a blade pressed to the throat. “The imposter belongs to me.”

Kazuha grit his teeth, fury trembling through his body. “They are not an imposter!”

His protest was cut short as soldiers seized him, tearing the sword from his grasp and forcing him to the deck.

Beidou’s eyes burned, torn between charging forward and the duty to her crew. She met your half-lidded gaze— or perhaps only the veil covering your eyes, as you let your head loll against Kazuha’s shoulder, feigning unconsciousness.

For a moment, her breath caught. She understood. You were not resisting. You were choosing.

“Damn it,” she whispered under her breath.

“Beidou of the Crux,” Raiden Shogun’s voice rang out, unflinching. “Leave. Return to Liyue. Interfere again, and you and your crew will be cut down where you stand.”

Beidou’s fists clenched, her jaw tight with fury, but the sight of her trembling sailors— of your serene, half-conscious form being lifted into the arms of the Shogun herself— crushed the fight from her.

“Captain…” her first mate whispered.

“Raise the sails,” Beidou said hoarsely. Her voice broke as she turned away. “We’re going home.”

The Crux pulled back, its sails catching wind as it retreated into the storm. Beidou stood at the rail until the mist swallowed you from her sight, her nails digging blood into her palms.

On deck, soldiers dragged Kazuha in chains, his gaze locked onto your form as you were carried in the opposite direction, cradled carefully, reverently— not by soldiers, but by Raiden Shogun herself.

Her grip was steady. Too steady. Yet beneath the calm, Ei’s presence churned violently, grief and doubt twisting in her chest.

You rested your head against her shoulder, lashes fluttering shut, feigning fragile unconsciousness. But behind your stillness, amusement coiled like smoke. How entertaining it was— to feel her heart pound beneath the puppet’s calm, to know she could not banish the regret already consuming her.

And so, the true god was carried into Tenshukaku by the very blade that had struck them down.

Tenshukaku’s halls were silent but heavy with power, the air itself charged with violet. Raiden Shogun placed you upon silk cushions, stepping back with a gaze she forced into neutrality. But her hands still trembled faintly at her sides.

The doors slid open.

“Ei,” came a lilting voice, amused and sharp all at once.

Yae Miko entered, her eyes landing immediately on you. They narrowed— lips curving with interest, ears twitching faintly.

“Oh my… what have we here?”

Ei stiffened. Her mask of calm did not falter— but Yae Miko saw through it. She always had.

She smirked, gaze flicking between you, wounded yet radiant even in stillness, and Ei, whose silence betrayed more than words ever could.

“Care to explain,” Miko purred, “why the one we once prayed to is bleeding starlight in your chamber?”

Ei said nothing. Her silence spoke louder than any denial.

And you— you let your lips curve, faint and secret, as though greeting an old friend across lifetimes.

The game had shifted again.

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TAGLIST: @someonepleaseholdme @shio225

I know I have a previous taglist for this AU but since It's been year/s since I updated this, some of you might not be interested or you don't want to read this story anymore----- so Imma make a new taglist for this one.

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So...Has Anyone Ever Thought About A Self Aware Au With A Glow Up!Reader? Like, We Were Once So Normal To Our Self Aware Characters, And They Knew Us As Being Highly Closer-Off And Shut-In, Never Going Outside Or Ever Being. But Then, We Decided To Log Off For A Year, And A Year Later, When We Returned And Log Back In, We Now Looked So Visibly Different Than Before Than What The Characters Had Used To. Imagine The Characters Reaction Towards Our Glow Up.

The Characters Would Be Either Shocked, Stunned, Bewildered, Baffled, Amazed, Dumfounded, Amused Or Outright Turned On.

Some Are Amazed By How Different You Looked Now, Wanting To Know What You Used To Become Who You Are Now.

Some Are Baffled At The 180 Transformation You Had Seemingly Went Through, Their Minds Working Overtime With Theories On Why You Had Became So Different And What Could Possibly Happen During Your Absence.

Some Are Unable To Comprehend That This Is Actually You Now, Concerned On Why You Are So Different Now.

Some Are Amused By How Bold And Shameless You Had Becomes, Wondering What Could Have Possibly Happened When You Were Absent For A Year To Ever Warrant This New Look Of Yours.

Some Are Immediately Turned On By How Beautiful And Hot You Have Become For The Past Year, Desired To Touch And Feel You.

ETC.,.

For Example (The Example Is Of A VTuber I Had Known For A While And Her Brand New Model. Her Name Is Byeol Yuna, Or Just Yuna):

(This Was Her Past And Previous Model)

(This Is Her New One)

(Pretty Starkly Different, Doesn't It?)

So, This Could May Serves As An Inspiration For A New Self Aware Au.

Even If My Other Fanfic Requests Could Not Possibly Ever Be Made Into A Reality, I Am Okay With It And Shall Add Brand New Tags, Just Gonna Throw It Out There. These Tags Could Potentially Be Used For New Type Of Writings In The Future.

(very self-insert)

when life gets busy, or when you get bored of the game, you genuinely consider quitting.

because it eats up your time and wears down your attention. and recently, the game hasn’t been very rewarding lately.

what about streamer!reader who is renowned in the genshin community for having INSANE luck. (you once got 4 five stars in one pull)

Like I mean every single person who has ever even been so much as interested in the genshin community has heard of you,like I’m taking people who pay you irl money to pull for them, like I’m talking about you have SO MANY people simping over you, I’m talking people all over the world, I’m talking people reversing you as the primo god, I’m talking people filming themselves groveling, bowing and praying to a picture of you.

It’s just a natural phenomenon.

all your fellow streamer friends have you on their stream pulling for them, chat going crazy, and you get their desired character, in like 2 single pulls.