𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You had known that after the apocalypse and your miracle survival, nothing would ever be the same. Years after having welcomed three strange brothers, you still can't quite believe the position you're in. 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Yandere!Five Hargreeves x reader, (mentioned) Yandere!Luther Hargreeves x reader, (mentioned) Yandere!Diego Hargreeves x reader (Poly relationships) 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2,559 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Apocalypse AU, Canon Divergent fic, Yandere behaviour (including manipulation, obsession and posessiveness), mentions of sex, mentions of sex cult, mentions of poly relationships, dub-con, unwanted feelings. Please be aware I have not warned for every possible trigger.
If years ago you had been told you'd ever be in this position, you would've never believed it. Then again, you never thought your uncle could've ever been right about an apocalypse ever happening— yet here you are.
You suppose a cult, new religion and gods, isn't all that surprising— it's on humanity's design to believe in something bigger than themselves, after all. It is, however, surprising to be considered the main deity this new cult adores. Well, you suppose calling it a cult is a bit of an exaggeration. Three people could hardly count as a friend group, much less a following. However, considering that there are only four people in the whole world (at least to your knowledge), you think that saying three fourths of the world's population following a single "religious" belief can very well qualify as a cult with extensive following.
From that four people, you considered yourself the least impressive of them all, being someone relatively normal and decent... yet, exactly those qualities seemed to make them convinced you were worth revering.
You guess the underground town, large supply of food and clean water, not to mention a small farm and even electrical energy after the apocalypse; all contributed to their decision of declaring you a deity— despite what you thought or wanted.
"My goddess, is everything alright?" the youngest looking one asks waking you up from your daydreaming, halting your peaceful walking. You turn your head to look at him on pure instinct, instantly gazing into his green eyes full of worry. He looks twenty something, just like you and his two brothers waiting for your arrival; the sight of your still youthful faces always makes you think of how your bodies would look like if time had passed through them normally. You try your best to smile and ease his worries, lest he sees fit for another adoration ritual like last night.
"Yes, yes... everything is fine, thank you," you nod a bit too exaggeratedly, but you're eager to get his attention off of you and more importantly, your attention off of him as soon as possible— the beating of your heart and the butterflies on your stomach an unwelcome part of your day everytime you look at any of them. Still, you keep your gaze and smile for a while longer.
"Hmmm," he hums, his eyes squinting as if trying to see through you to get the truth out of you. He reaches for you, ready to rub your cheek and softly coax any answer he desires from you. You don't give the chance though, choosing to keep on walking through the gardens.
The gardens are beautiful, exotic and well-kept, courtesy of the myriad of service robots that the three of them had somehow produced years ago. It had been fascinating at first, seeing how they all looked so human and real— nowadays, you simply nod at them in acknowledgement, feeling rather odd when they just keep their eternal smiles as they keep on with their assigned tasks each and every day, keeping the garden beautiful for your enjoyment. This time, however, you don't stop at the liriums or even to look at the pond full of lily pads and other little enchanting features; instead, you keep on walking, decidedly not looking at the self-proclaimed highest priest of the cult that adored you. Unfortunately for you, walking hurriedly makes no difference, for he simply jumps through space to get right by your side again.
