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shomixremix · 9 months ago

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THE ALTAR OF ADORATION ♥︎

recently i've been getting more and more into my zhongli brainrot (even though he's been one of my fav characters since forever lol) so here you all go!!

oh also tysm for over 1k notes, 100+ reblogs and 50 new followers!! you guys are the best <3 i really didn't expect that kind of support on my last post - turns out everyone likes some dragon men!! so i decided to write some more, here you lovelies go!!

tags: Zhongli, female! reader, dragon! zhongli, religious themes, sacrificial offering, smut, fluff, mating, breeding, creampie, monsterfucking

-> you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the great geo lord rex lapis, during a period where everyone believed he was mad at mortals. scared for your life and trembling, you now realize there was another problem troubling lord morax.

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great lord rex lapis roamed the earths and heavens for centuries, ruling the land of geo and its people through the thick and thin. they were very devoted followers, obeying his every wish.

however, the height of his reign has long passed, and people simply stopped caring about their archon. until recently.

crops began to wither, mines dried out, contracts were getting broken left and right - rex lapis has had enough of their careless behavior. his people have disappointed him, and this was a sign of his fury. if something wasn't to change, he would abandon them completely.

the people of liyue decided to recommit to their religion, prepared to offer the geo lord a sacrifice of any kind, just so he'd once again bless them. you, even though born in a time where people lost their respect for the geo lord, have always been a devoted follower, praying to him each day and leaving flowers and beautiful crystals under his statue of the seven.

already being a believer of the geo archon, you were chosen as the ceremonial sacrifice.

while nobody knew where rex lapis resided, the site of the ceremony was chosen to be on mt. hulao. as the crowds of people gathered from all over liyue around the lake on the top of the mountain, you stood in front of them, shaking. while you were a follower of morax, you didn't feel it was right to die for the sins of your people.

"it's time to pay our sacrifise!" yelled one of the townsfolk, holding your wrist in an iron grip as he he slit your palm with a sharp knife. you screamed out in pain as maroon blood dripped down your hand. the man who slit your hand placed a valuable cor lapis stone in it, watching as the orange stone quickly became stained with your red blood.

you held your breath as they placed you on the highest point of the mountain and pushed you off, chanting morax's name over and over.

falling seemed to last centuries, even though it was just seconds. you waited and waited for your body to hit the ground, tightening your hold on the cor lapis and in your head praying:

"rex lapis, if you're here, if you hear my prayer, please, i beg you, save me!"

suddenly, your feel onto something, tightly closing your eyes. was this... death?

you open your eyes and realize this wasn't any kind of afterlife - in fact, you were very much still alive, spread on top of the back of a large dragon. your mortality was confirmed by the sharp pain you still felt in your left hand.

"..r-rex l-lapis..?"

the dragon stayed quiet as you clutched his mane, holding on to him for dear life. he only let you get down once you were inside a large cave, seeming like it wasn't a part of the human world - no, this had to be an adepti realm.

an uneducated mortal maybe wouldn't be certain just who was standing between them, but you knew oh so very well. his goldenish brown scales, the big, honey-colored eyes and the tail which ended in a mosaic of clouds all gave him away. standing before you was the geo archon, the adeptus who saved your life even though you were a peace offering.

he stayed quiet, removing you from his back like it was nothing and moving to a completely different side of the cave, laying down on the cold ground with his back turned to you.

he was in no mood to talk, you knew, but you had to thank him for saving your life.

"lord morax..?"

he grumbled in response, steam coming out of his large nostrils.

"i cinserely thank you for saving my life... i was supposed to be a mere sacrifise, yet you still showed me mercy.. i.. just, thank you so much.."

the second the word "sacrifise" leaves your lips rex lapis perks up, turning to you with frantic eyes. he grabs your hand to inspect the still slightly bleeding cut, tearing a piece of your skirt to wrap around your wound as a bandage. morax tightly ties it, then quickly moves from you.

"it should stop the bleeding," he grumbled low, never turning to look at you, almost as if he was completely uninterested, "i will bring you to the villege tomorrow, little mortal. now sleep. your body needs rest"

how could you rest after such a traumatic experience? after almost having your life, all your hopes and dreams, unfairly thorn from you?

"no, i.. i can't return! they will all know that i failed, that i wasn't the sacrifise they all needed to save liyue from your punishment!"

morax huffs, his tail hitting the ground with a loud thump.

"then you can tell them all that i do not wish for a sacrifise. spilling innocent human blood is not only unecessary but also completely repulsive to me."

your eyes widen as he says this, your body instinctively moving a little closer to him: "you.. do not wish for a sacrifise, my lord? then how should we repay you for our sins? how can we ever make you forgive us for losing our faith in you..?"

rex lapis growls lowly, his body tightening like he was in some kind of discomfort or pain.

"the lack of my blessing isn't for the reasons your kind believes," he growled, "i'm not upset at you humans. now sleep." you knew well that that was an order, and an order coming from an archon must always be obeyed. yet, you didn't, scooting closer to him.

"the only thing to be upset about is that they sent you as the offering. how unfair it is to send one of my most devoted followers to die for my amusement.."

you hold your breath, afraid that he was actually considering killing you.

"i've recieved all the little treasures you leave out for me and have heard your every word. you're a persistant little one, aren't you?" even though you couldn't see him, you could feel the smirk on his face.

the knowledge that he has seen and heard how you worship him makes your heart thump loudly in your chest, a pool of pride and flusterness swirling in your belly.

suddenly, morax smells the air sharply, then started writhing on the ground in pain, cursing out a deep yet broken"fuck..!".

"are you in pain, my lord? can i do something to help?" you ask eagerly, wishing to help your saviour.

"move away!" he roared, steam coming out of his mouth. "go to sleep and stop talking to me when i ask, mortal!"

you frigtenedly to as told, laying down on the ground and turning away from him, squeezing your eyes shut. suddenly, you hear little muffled whines and cries coming from him, which immediately makes you look at him again.

his large head is completely flushed red, his lungs heaving up and down quickly. he panted out short little puffs of air, his eyes bloodshot ready and his body trembling slightly. you didn't know what was wrong with him, he acted like some kind of a wild animal in a rut-

"lord morax, are you.. in a rut..?" it was a shameful question to ask the archon, yet your curiosity got the better of you.

he huffed out, more and more in pain with every passing minute. "i haven't... hah... i haven't been in centuries... it's inevitable i go through it every couple of hundred years..."

morax groans, visibly in a lot of discomfort.

"and of course that when i'm in a rut they just have to send me a gorgeous woman as a sacrifice to worsen my state..."

your cheeks darken as he murmurs this, blood rushing to your head.

"how do i worsen your state..?"

"your arousal" he rasps, "i can smell it, little mortal. i can smell you, and it's torture. it pains every muscle in my body to resist you, but i have to; it's my duty"

your heart aches at his words.

"i can help" you breathe, unsure what you were even offering. his sharp eyes turn to you, piercing you with his gaze.

"no", his answer is short but stern, "i could kill you, i could harm you and leave you not remembering your own name. i cannot do that to my most devoted follower. not to you, y/n"

your heart stops, dropping to your feet.

"how do you know my name...?"

he groans as he explains: "i often wander around the mortal world in my human form, to feel closer to your kind... i have met you a couple of times during your prayer at the statue of the seven. i cannot use your pure body to breed when i know how much respect and hope you have in me. it would be betrayal to you, and you would never see me, nor my human form, the same"

"it pains me to see my archon in pain" you whisper as you get closer to the large dragon, your stomach stirring. you gently touch the scales down his back and feel how he shivers under your touches.

"i want... i want to help you, if i can... i want to help you through this.. you have helped me through the darkest points in my life, and even though i don't know who your human form is, i have a feeling i'm close to you even then... i just desire to help you, lord morax..."

"do you even understand what kind of help i need? what i will do to you if you allow me?"

you smile, running your hands through his shiny mane.

"yes, i understand. use me however you like, my lord."

his self control snaps, big paws pinning you down on the ground. he's panting like a dog as he nuzzles his head against your neck, tearing the rest of your skirt off. only left in a pair of underwear and a thin shirt, you tremble under the archon's touches.

"hm.. such a beautiful mortal..." he hums as he tears the rest of your cloth from your body, leaving you completely bare. you try to cover yourself with your arms, yet morax grabs them and pins them by your sides.

his large mouth comes in contact with your skin, licking, kissing and biting as he moved down. morax grazes your skin with his teeth, never biting down hard enough to draw blood from your veins. you had already done your sacrifice, more blood wasn't needed. his tounge moves from your neck to your exposed breast, swirling around your hard nipples, earning a little whimper from you.

then, he moves even lower, nipping at your stomach. he forces your tighs apart, burying his large head to your folds and forcing you to hold on to him by his horns. rex lapis tastes you eagerly, lapping up any slick your body oh so willingly gave him. you moaned and whined as he fucked you with his tounge, making you come almost instantly.

"ohhhh!! m-morax~ ahh..." you moan as he helps you through it, sharply tugging on your sensitive clit with his sharp teeth, always careful not to hurt you.

"celestia" he sighs into your slick folds, earning a tremble from you. "you taste devine, my dear. i haven't enjoyed such a sweet taste in centuries"

he shows you no mercy and continues to eat you out as if you were his last meal, one paw holding down your wrists and the other secured on your hips, not allowing you to move at all. after about three delicious highs he pulls from your frail body with his tounge, you start begging for the real thing. you knew his rut wouldn't be over unless he fucked you, and you were kinda hoping this torterous foreplay would be over soon...

"m-morax... please.." you whimper, squeezing your legs around his snout. he grumbles low, giving one final lick to your greedy pussy.

"i have to loosen you as much as possible so you could even try to take me. preperations can take up to days."

your eyes open wide and your mouth partens. you couldn't wait days to get him to fuck you, and you certainly didn't know how you'd survive days worth of eating out!

"but i cannot wait that long" he smirks, rubbing your outter tighs and ass. in one swift motion he flips you over so you were on your knees, face down and ass up. you feel his length rubbing up on you; even though you couldn't see him, your eyes went wide in shock. you felt how impossibly large he was, both in size and girth, almost being comparable to your legs.

but another thing surprises you - the head of his cock is poking at your tight entrance, but another thing is poking at your ass! you turn your head in shock, and he reassures you.

"i am different than a mortal, my dear"

you let out a loud scream of his name as he harshly thrusts both of his heavy cocks into you. he thrusts as far as he can, entering your cushy womb from how big he is and almost ripping your ass apart. you scream and cry and writhe yet he doesn't budge, letting you get used to him inside you for a few moments before he starts thrusting.

he starts moving without a warning, dragging you back on his cocks. you turn into a sobbing mess as each one of his thrusts so pleasantly tease your g-spot, bullying your tight walls.

"ahh.. ahhh! mphhh! mmphshs! m- mor... ah! ohhh!"

you cry and cry, not even knowing your own name out of so much pleasure. you feel like your holes are completely loose and yet, clamping down on him greedily. he tugs your head back by your hair, snuggling his nuzzle in your neck so you'd hear him better.

"shh, don't cry... you've asked me for this, little mortal. you asked to be fucked like this, hm? look at you, so pretty like this. so no need to cry, you will be fine. i allow you as much pleasure as you need. "

you couldn't stop yourself from coming, squirting your juices all over his cock. he watches this in amusement, fucking into you harder and faster. in one moment, he threw his head back in pleasure, making a loud roar.

"fuck, y/n..." he groaned as you hiccupped your sobs, finally giving a harsh, last thrust and stilling inside. you felt an impossible amount of warmth spread through your body as he filled you with seed, spilling a wave after wave of cum in your womb. he had filled you so much that it spilled from you, leaving you entirely breathless.

as soon as he's done he pulls out, letting you fall to the floor. he picks up your limp body, curling himself around you and cuddling you close.

"it's alright, my dear... you did perfect. you were just devine, and you've felt better than anything i've ever felt in all my years. rest, now. i will take care of the rest tomorrow."

your head hazy, your mind fuzzy with pleasure and your eyes heavy, you lay curled against him and finally get the much needed sleep.

the next morning, you wake up with a human, veined arm around your bare waist.

"there you are... you are too adorable in your sleep" a deep voice said from behind you, and you turned around, expecting to see the geo archon.

yet, you were faced with a man you knew all to well - the man you had deep feelings for ever since he first arrived in liyue harbour.

"mr. zhongli?!"

he hums out a laugh, tightening his hold on you.

"yes, if i'm correct, we've met in my human form a couple of times?"

you blush deeply, reminiscing on the few blissful times you talked to him. he was a very handsome, successful young man, with great wisdom and a clever mind - and you admired him very much, so much that you couldn't help but fall in love.

"you look dissapointed... are you not fond of me after finding out who i am?"

he asks, his gaze softening and looking almost saddened. you quickly reassure him:

"no, no, i'm not dissapointed! more like stunned.." you blush and he notices, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

"oh? why is that? i have always assumed we had a fairly good relationship, y/n. you have always been so nice to me"

"i.. i've had feelings for you for quite a while..." you say shyly, almost embarassed of the fact.

his lips curl into a genuinely happy smile, his arms pressing you closer to his bare chest.

"then everything turned out alright"

you smile, but everything suddenly dawns on you - that zhongli seemed to be okay with your feelings for him, that you almost died yesterday as a sacrifice, that zhongli is morax and most importantly, that oh, you fucked the geo archon, in his dragon form no less!

"am i pregnant now..?" you ask quietly, reminded that the act of a rut is mainly to breed and create off-spring. zhongli laughs at your question, leaving a quick peck on your forehead.

"no, most likely not. but you will be, in a few hundred years, once i have to go through this all over again" you almost choke on your own spit as he says this.

"but... i won't be alive in a few hundred years... you will have to find another to help you through this.."

as soon as you mention him sleeping with another woman his face turns into one of disgust, his strong arms gathering your entire body in his hold.

"as my mate, you will live as long as i do, and i'm immortal, my dear."

"your mate?!"

"yes. by helping me through my rut, you have become my mate. of course, only if that's what you wish" he says, pressing a loving kiss to your eyelid. "and do not worry, my dear, dragons mate for life"

he almost purrs into your warm skin, making a referance to what you said about him sleeping with another woman.

"...being your mate.." you sigh, cuddling into his chest.

"it's like what you humans call "relationship" except a stronger bond, sort of an unbreakable contract between the two of us. a forever promise of care, love and loyalty."

"i think i would like that" you humm into his chest, "but, let's take it a little slow?"

he kisses you full of warmth, his hands soothing your sides.

"of course, my dear. i will take you on a proper date when we get back. for now, just lay there and let me thank you properly for your help last evening..." he sighs as he kisses your shoulder over and over again.

yesterday at this time of day you were supposed to be nothing but a sacrifice to the geo lord, and now here you were, getting your body worshiped by him, forever safe and secure in his arms as his mate.

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lemon-boy-stan · 1 year ago

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Helloooo. Do we leave requests here? I don’t know. I’m just a potato.

anyway, what about Genshin tall men waking up in the middle of the night and thoughts come tumbling in? Could be safe, nsfw, comedy, whatever you like. (But please make Zhongli’s disgustingly sweet because I am so in love with him). Thank you for listening to my ramblings

if this is the wrong method… I’m sorry >.<

Hii!! This is the right way to request!! I'm sure you're not a potato 😭😭 anyway here's your request!! Also I hope you dont mind but I turned it into a full one-shot with zhongli!!! Ummmm yes he has two cocks in this teehee

HERBAL TEA - Rex Lapis x Reader

SUMMARY: Zhongli can't sleep as it's mating season. It's been centuries with him as your husband, but there are still many secrets he has kept hidden from you, many insecurities. GENRE: Fluff, SMUT. Kinda ooc. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS: monsterfucking, breeding, use of the word "pet", "mate", penetration, p in v, unprotected sex, some blood, messy cum, zhongli has a forked tongue, zhongli has two cocks. It's also mentioned that zhongli makes the reader immortal with his icor (that's the ooc stuff). Really filthy smut 😭😭. Also, reader is female!

It was late at night; early morning. You'd woken up suddenly, hearing a loud thud. You looked to the left side of the bed, reaching out for your husband.

Zhongli's side of the bed was cold, and empty. You turned on the bedside lamp, bare chest cold, you scavenged from r the nearest piece of clothing you could find, one of your husband's massive button-down shirts, drowning in it like a dress. You got up, the moonlight shining on your skin.

"Zhongli," you called softly for him. You hugged yourself, walking out of the master bedroom. Zhongli stood at the kitchen table, making a pot of herbal tea. You smiled softly, walking over. He was in his half-dragon form, arms black and shimmering golden. He was growing more comfortable like this, every century since you'd been immortal.

"Morax," you bowed, walking over. He put the teapot down, smiling softly, "my dear, what are you doing awake?" He took your hand and kissed it before twirling you so he could wrap you in his arms. Last night had been one of the best of your life. Zhongli was possessive, but evidently, dragons did not share their treasure, as you had learnt from flirting with a man in the court of Fontaine.

"Your side of the bed was cold," you complained, "I missed you." Zhongli was a light sleeper. As if reading your mind, he hugged you tight, kissing the side of your neck, the texture of his forked tongue making you arch your back in pleasure.

Morax chuckled, "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to make tea. Then I was reading, but I got distracted... I finished my tea, and I'm making another one... Then I was thinking... My love," he whispered softly, "I need to mate soon." Was that shame in his voice? Why was he ashamed? He bowed his head, "I am getting restless. And now that you are ready, now that I've fed you my ichor for centuries, I must reveal all of myself to you. I can't control it."

Ah. So this at least, explained his sudden change in behaviour. Yes, many years ago, before getting married to him, before becoming immortal, Zhongli had asked, if you were able to withstand so many years of being alive. Yes, you'd told him, he was the man you loved, and you'd gladly be by his side forever.

But he still had so many secrets, he'd said, secrets he wasn't ready to share yet. He was a god, after all. He was a god, yes, but he was also the love of your life. You'd told him this, that eternity with him would be a paradise.

"In order to fulfil the mating process," he explained softly, "I must go through a series of changes. My human form, is quie different to my half-god form, which is why I always make love to you in my human disguise. When I am like this, my body is different. You will notice my tongue is forked. I apologise for hiding it from you for so long, my dear. In order to complete the process... I must... I'm afraid I must... Mate you with both... Both of my cocks."

You gasped, shocked. He looked at you, fear in his golden eyes, which were bright and on the verge of tears. "I am sorry for hiding it for so long," he choked, shame in his voice. "I tried to conceal it, but my body... It's why I was so different last night. Your scent, even after all these years... I needed to mate with you. I understand if you don't want to. I am not sure what will happen. I have never done this before, with a human. I-" you kissed him.

He groaned into the kiss, tightening his grip around your body. You looked up into his big, yellow eyes. "Rex Lapis," you spoke, making his ichor run through him, "you do not understand, do you?" And he cocked his head as you smiled, "I am yours. You asked me all those years ago. I was so in love with you. I am so in love with you. I want nothing more than this. I want nothing more than you, always and forever, to be your wife, to be your mate."

And Zhongli growled. He picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, throwing you softly onto the bed. "Are you sure you want this?" You nodded, looking up at him, "yes, Rex Lapis, please." And all he did was laugh, "my love, you won't be able to take them."

Zhongli crawled on you, growling and snorting animalistically, the sound of his belt being unbuckled and clattering echoing in the room. "I am not stopping until this cunt is full of my offspring. Do you consent, pet?" You nodded meekly. He was so powerful, even after centuries of drinking his ichor you still felt beneath him.

"I need to hear it, my love. Do you consent?" He kissed your neck, licking his forked tongue up and down your body, making your toes curl. "I consent," you breathed lustfully, "I consent." He let out a hot breath of air, "good." And with that, Zhongli thrust both of his cocks inside of you, no warning and no preparation.

You screamed loudly, pain washing over you at the foreign feeling of his second cock. Had they grown larger? They felt bigger than usual. You sobbed loudly, gripping onto the headboard behind you. Zhongli was only spurred on by the tears. It hurt, but felt so good. This was why he had been training you, you realised, to take both his cock and a crystal toy at the same time. But nothing prepared you for this.

You could feel all of him. All of his rage, his jealousy, his obsession, his greed, his love, his sadness, his happiness, flowing through you, golden waves surrounding both of your bodies in the bed. You moaned loudly, feeling all of his emotions, all of his strength, his power. It was so much. "Feel what I feel," he snarled, "understand what it's like to be in your prescence."

Nothing but his name left your lips, "Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli," feeling far too good to think, to even notice the gold blood leaking from your cunt as Morax dragged both of his cocks along your walls. "Do you know how much I've had to restrain my true form?" He roared, ignoring your sobs, thrusting harder each time. "Do you know how fucking insatiable you are? Do you know how weak you make me? You? A mere human? The only human I've ever fed my ichor, the only human I've given my offspring, the only human I've ever loved before?" Do you know how obsessed I am with you?!"

You shook your head, "more, Rex Lapis, more!" Babbling the words through tears, smelling his thoughts and emotions, too overwhelmed with power. Too fucked by both of his cocks. He snorted, slamming them back inside you. You screamed, a painful orgasm crashing down on you. "Yes," he hissed, "yes. Cum all over me, pet. Yes... Cum all around my cocks, just like that. Yes, yes, yes..." Zhongli's groans filled the room, the gold waves growing bigger and bigger.

You were shaking of an orgasm, panting for breath. Zhongli roared loudly, and you could sense it coming, tears streaming down his face, the black and gold of his arms engulfing his entire body as he came, roaring wordlessly through the night, the entire house shaking, drowned in a gold light, smelling of sex. His cum dripped down your legs, there was just so much.

Rex Lapis was still for a while, and you were afraid he was injured. Then he smiled fondly at you, the black and gold evaporating from his body, his half-dragon form morphing back into his human form, although you noticed some things were still in tact. He pulled out and looked at you, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Was I okay?" He was still hovering above you, cleaning your legs and the sheets. You pulled him close to you, kissing him. The tears fell from his face and you realised he was scared. Terrified. You smiled at him softly, "you were beautiful, Rex Lapis, beautiful." And for the first time in his life, the god let out a soft giggle.

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k0yaz · 4 months ago

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call out my name.

Pairings: xiao x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, angst, reader death, descriptions of blood, pain lol, flashbacks to make that pain worse, ending up to interpretation, implied that xiao dies after the fic but again up to interpretation, NO RED BANNER??? not proofread.

A/N: someone snap me back to go back to the red banners but AUGHHHH IDK U GUYS PICK

Thick showers of rain descended down onto the outstretched terrain, filling up the footprint holes imprinted in the ground. Xiao’s breathing was ragged with each urgent step he took, racing forward as fast as possible. His head frantically spun from side to side, amber eyes tracking every inch of the clearing intently in hopes to find you somewhere.

“Please..” Xiao rasped out, attempting to keep his cool and look for you somewhere in the frenzy of blood and weapons littered across the battlefield. The pit in his stomach continued to uncomfortably gnaw at him, his discomfort making his shoulders bunch up as his head lowered for a moment. The long spear’s end twisted and stabbed at the earth, burying itself to ground Xiao as he took a moment to compose himself. “Please be out there somewhere.”

Constant patters of raindrops hitting the ground roughly drowned out the blood curdling screams, which left those who were brutally wiped out in the ongoing bloodshed. Xiao swiftly yanked the spear back out of the ground, the end of it painted with mud, and the earth bearing a seemingly endlessly deep imprint in which the spear was buried. Swallowing the uncomfortable lump in his throat, he furrowed his brows and continued trekking through the violent flurry clouding his vision.

All of a sudden, Xiao skidded to a halt, his heart nearly stopping as he took in the sight of you sprawled out in the middle of the field, hand laying over your stomach and head tilted to the side. His spear clattered to the ground as his eyes flickered and pupils dilated with sheer horror at your unmoving body, an awful sense of dread choking him, and rendering him unable to do anything. Anything but stare at the gruesome sight of your corpse, and take in the screams bellowing around him.

As soon as he was able to get a grip over the stab in his heart, he slowly inched closer to your body, the splashes of crimson mixing with the rainwater as it glided down your neck and to your torso. Xiao knelt down on the bloodstained grass, his fingers gently ghosting along your throat, seeking a trace of your pulse by any means possible. The constant agonizing screams tormented his ears, yet they didn’t matter one bit right now. He was only focused on the woman before him, the one he desperately wanted to make it out alive.

Xiao’s heartbeat hammered in his ears, praying to Lord Morax that the least he could do was bury you, or say goodbye. And by the Geo Archon’s grace, a sudden cough forced its way out of your throat, making your body jerk up in response. Scrambling around for a grip, your calloused hands clambered onto to Xiao’s arms, palms brushing against the tensed up muscles of his arms. Your eyes could only faintly flutter open, eyelids leaving a mere fraction of your pupils visible.

“Xiao..?”

“It’s going to be alright, (Name). Just hang on.” Xiao whispered to you, trying to keep himself from shaking and attempting to maintain his usual collected and stoic demeanor.

Lies.

He was spewing nothing but lies. And he knew that. He knew it wasn’t going to be alright. He hated the fact that you trusted his words wholeheartedly, relaxing in his grip as death drew closer and closer to you. The stench of fresh blood stung his nostrils, not being cleared out by the washes of rainwater. Xiao’s eyes darted down, eyes locked onto the crimson liquid dampening your clothes. Placing a hand onto your cheek, Xiao forced himself to push back the distress plaguing him, and focus on you as much as possible.

Strong gusts of wind howled through the agitated horizon, blending in with the never ending crescendo of pained screaming on the battlefield. Xiao proceeded to press the ridge of his hand onto your forehead, fingers gently sweeping the clumps of wet hair stuck to your cheeks out of the way. Suddenly, a firm rod like structure prodded at his knee when he leaned in slightly. Confused, Xiao looked down to the gash in your abdomen once more, eyes darkening slightly upon seeing the sharp blade embedded into your skin.

Heavy breaths made your chest heave up and down as you fought to keep your eyes open. Each breath you took was a struggle, and felt forced out as your hand circled the wound on your side, nesting it in an attempt to soothe the searing pain. Xiao’s hand held the back of your head, the other pushing your back up as he embraced you in his thin arms.

“I’ve got you.”

For the first time, you heard a small quiver rack his voice as he choked out those words, his expression wrinkled slightly as if he was using every ounce of willpower to not let his restful expression falter. His amber eyes bore into yours when your bloody palm caressed his cheek, heavy lidded gaze meeting his. Xiao’s eyes softened slightly as he placed a hand atop yours, leaning his cheek further against your palm while holding it it place. Smudges of red specked along his pale skin as your hand dragged down, making you cringe at the sight—yet Xiao’s expression remained unchanged.

It became harder and harder to keep yourself awake, the hot pool of blood soaking your cold body in contrast, only serving to make you relax against the warmth enveloping you. Xiao himself was that warmth who was embracing you, the one who made you feel safe even when death’s cast out shadow loomed over you. His arm circled your head, cradling it against his chest as he felt your breaths growing shallow and pulse weakening. Your grip on your own weapon lined up at your side loosened completely as you could no longer fight any longer, heaving a long breath as your fingers slided down Xiao’s cheek in a bloody trail.

“Thank you, Xiao.” you drawled out weakly, body relaxing as your eyelids slowly lowered themselves and relaxed along with the rest of your body. Your hand dragged along his skin, leaving the prints of blood smudged along his cheek before it collapsed onto the wet grass, unmoving. Xiao’s expression briefly contorted into momentary shock, huddling your cold, limp body in his arms as he stared down at your still frame with deadpan eyes—as if his soul had been shattered, and left him as an empty shell of a person. His mind began to race to various moments in your past, biting down on his lower lip in order to cease the trembling.

“Xiao!” You called out, an inviting smile on your face as you waved to the adeptus seated on a large cracked rock a couple miles away from Wangshu Inn. Xiao’s head peeked out from over his shoulder, his features resting upon seeing that you were the one who called him. His gaze flickered to the porcelain white plate held carefully between your fingers in one hand, having a small heap of almond tofu on it.

You let out a huff of air as you plopped down onto the rock beside him, handing Xiao the almond tofu. Gratefully, he accepted the plate and placed it on his lap, not speaking much, yet it was evident he was happy to see you.

“You don’t come here often. You’re usually in Wangshu Inn, or somewhere near a Statue of the Seven, so it’s hard to tell where you’d be nowadays.”

“You know I don’t tend to remain in a single place.”

“Ahh. Right.” You replied sheepishly, looking away in embarrassment as you forgot such a crucial detail about him. Xiao’s eyes also seemed to lower slightly, his half eaten almond tofu sitting in his lap as he fidgeted around. Comforting silence fostered between you two for a while as the sunset peeked above the pinkish clouds, casting both light and shadow before the two of you.

“You have a very pretty smile, (Name).” Xiao remarked, a slight smile suddenly creeping in across his face as he looked out at the crown of the lowering sun behind the distant mountains.

“I’m always here for you, Xiao. I’ll always be.”

“So will I. Call out my name whenever you need me, (Name).”

The screams had begun to die down, yet the rain still poured endlessly. Xiao continued to hold your deceased body in his arms, his eyes devoid of any emotions. At that moment, when he had the thing he cared about most in his arms, unmoving and still, his karmic debt was suddenly the least painful thing eating at him. Right there and then, Xiao wanted to succumb to it, let it swallow him whole, as it devoured him and his soul inside out.

Cold drops of rain trickled down Xiao’s lowered head, a droplet gathering at the tip of his nose, before dripping onto your lifeless corpse tinged with washed blood. He lowered your body slowly and carefully back onto the ground, as if you were a sacred sculpture to be handled with utmost care, rising to his feet all of a sudden.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as his stoic front still remained, watching your corpse as the rain began to subside, and the golden light of dawn illuminated the grotesque sight of the battlefield. Xiao looked up, grasping his spear as he whispered out in a hushed voice.

“Even in the afterlife if you need me, call out my name. I’ll be there no matter what.”

He gave a brief pause, his chest tightening with each word he choked out.

“I’ll see you soon, (Name).”

A/N: YAYYY also the red banners seemed way too 2020 for me and it feels like I’m copying those old ones. Plus it seems to like…seductive for my liking and I like sfw works more anyway soooo yeah idk what else to say here

🫳((🧨))🫸(|)🫷kaboom

cosine count your days :3

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yanderehsr · 1 year ago

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Hope you have a wonderful day! The quote “Always the bridesmaid never the bride” stuck in my head and prompted the idea behind this request

Can I request yandere angst Zhongli x adeptus reader. With this context in mind: the reader has a big crush on zhongli due to him saving them from danger but Zhongli was in love with Guizhong and was ignorant of teh reader’s infatuation with him. The reader was always there for him patiently listening him vent about his emotions and even giving him good and helpful advice when Zhongli asked them about how to court Guizhong. But as we all know Guizhong unfortunately dies leaving Zhongli heartbroken. Even during his darkest moment the reader was always there for him lending him a willing ear or doing small things for him such as taking careof his work. But years go by and Zhongli is.. well he is now living among the people of Liyue and focus on making it prosper that accidentally ignores the reader’s obvious feelings for him. So after years of being push aside and also out of respect for Guizhong the reader just stops pursuing Zhongli romantically and avoids him, going out of there way to avoid him so that they no longer feel the pain of a broken heart. What would Zhongli do when he finds out that the person who stuck by his side amd whom he thought of a very close friend was in love with him? And to what lengths would he go through to get them back again.

-Thanks for reading my request!

Took some time but finally found motivation to write, I decided to go with female reader for this one, hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Suggestive at the end

Someone would need to tell Zhongli about your previous crush for him to know of it, someone like Ganyu or Cloud Retainer. It shocks him, he had never thought of you like that, it makes him think about it.

Zhongli remembers how you used to listen to his frustrations, helped him with own crush on the now deceased Guizhong, you were always on his side no matter the situation, to spend his life with you, it honestly didn't sound all that bad, it sounded lovely really.

And that is when Zhongli takes notice, he hasn't seen you for a couple of years, when did you distance yourself from him, were where you now. Maybe he should go out and search for you tomorrow.

He searches for days, weeks but he can still not find you, it's almost like... like you are avoiding him, no no that was impossible, you liked him right, he thinks of the smile you always wore and how beautiful it was, he truly was a fool for not noticing earlier.

When Zhongli finally finds you again he can feel his heart beating in his chest, you look just like you used to, every last deatil as it had been a millennium ago, he hugs you from behind, he has finally found his love, he doesn't hesitate to confess and he was sure you would accept, you loved him afte-

"I'm sorry Morax, but I have moved on and so should you"

Zhongli goes real quiet upon hearing that, he was so sure of your answer but you are here telling him you have moved on, nononononono, this can't be happening, you were supposed to be with him, you loved him right, you were supposed to be his mate forevermore.

The lack of response from Zhongli makes you turn around and the sight is one to fear, his eyes slit as a snake and he looks at you with possessiveness in his eyes, markings of geo formed on his arms, something was behind him, it couldn't be a tail could it?

The ground shook, even without his gnosis he still had unbelievable strenght, he closes in on you as you struggle to even stand, he can't loose you as well, he needs to tie you down to him, but how.

Zhongli hugs you, unbothered by your struggling he came up with an idea, he would transfer you to an adepti's abode, where you will be given his first time, pump you so full of him that it would be impossible for you to not end up with children, his children. Zhongli loves you so much he almost can't wait.

"Mine, you are mine, it was my mistake for not realising your love for me until it was too late, but I'm sure I can make you love me again MY mate"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader

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heaven-s-black-box · 10 months ago

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How to Date Fuck a Dragon- Ganyu x fem!dragon!Reader

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Recovery date: January 13th, 2024

Description: Ganyu comes across a book that's completely fictitious... right?

Includes- plot, mentions of heat, half-dragon form, ripping of clothes, mention of breeding

Notes: This one has not been beta read, so i can only hope it's good.

Word count: 2 938

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Ganyu always found herself with little free time, not that she minded it all too much. She had a duty, a contract to fulfill, and she took pride in that. Her whole life had been spent in servitude to the Lord of Geo and the people of Liyue, so much so that she wasn’t sure what she'd do if she were to retire. But none of that meant she didn't need pass times, mostly ones she'd picked up at the insistence of her coworkers. So, already well versed in the art of storytelling, she’d decided to pick up reading.

It was portable, and she could easily leave it for days or even weeks when she got busy.

Recently she’d begun reading light novels shipped in from Inazuma's Yae publishing house, and the other day she acquired her latest book: How to date a dragon. Jifang had set it aside for her, saying that it was such a funny coincidence that she couldn't help herself.

And now she was here, staring pensively at the book with her chin resting on her laced hands. The front door opened, and she barely registered her girlfriend's announcement of her return. She was only pulled out of her thoughts by movement in the corner of her eye as Y/n entered the kitchen, and a soft call of her name.

“Do dragons really have forked tongues?”

Ganyu looked up at Y/n to find her eyes slightly wide, and her cheeks faintly flushed. As her words finally registered in her own head, Ganyu turned bright red and slapped her palms against her face in an attempt to hide herself.

“You’ve seen my tongue before,” Y/n laughed. There was a muffled response from Ganyu. “Pardon?”

“I said I haven't… not your real tongue…”

Y/n took a seat across from Ganyu and pulled the book towards herself, prying it open to the bookmarked page. Ganyu had split her fingers apart and was watching her read over the page, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Well, I don't have two…” Y/n looked back down at the page, “two monstrous, ribbed cocks,” she chuckled as Ganyu let out an embarrassed whine, “but yes, my real tongue is forked.”

Y/n braced one elbow on the edge of the table and rested her chin in her palm, watching adoringly as Ganyu slowly removed her hands from her face and laced them in front of her on the table. Absent-mindedly, Y/n flicked the corner of the page in her hand letting the flipping noise fill the quiet room to give Ganyu time to think of her next words.

“Why do you hide it?”

“Because it's not just the tongue, and while I’m not ashamed of my half-form, I understand it can be… intimidating, to say the least. You must remember that part of what made Morax such a commanding figure was his looks. Unfortunately that presence doesn't suit my needs.”

The qilin awkwardly shifted in her seat and looked away. So, on a whim, Y/n went back to the start of the book and began skimming through it.

“Courting… Possessiveness… Dates… Wow this thing is thorough,” Y/n mumbled.

“You really don’t need to look through it!”

Ganyu reached forward, feet barely scraping the floor as she leaned across the table to try and grab the book Y/n had moved above herself.

“Huh,” Y/n huffed suddenly. “Well I can do that.”

She turned the book around to Ganyu, and pointed at an illustration on one of the pages. It was a male dragon and a female human having sex, under the section titled mating, which was the exact section that had sent Ganyu on this little journey. The two page spread had different position illustrations on one side, and a diagram of dragon anatomy on the other.

Y/n would have been left shocked at the pornographic content if she didn’t know exactly who was behind it. She, unfortunately, would owe Yae Miko after this but at least the fox was finally making good on her IOU from centuries ago.

“Which one,” Ganyu whispered, now bracing both hands on the table as she was still leaning across it.

Closing the book, Y/n leaned forwards and rested her chin on the backs of her laced hands so that she and Ganyu could feel each other's breaths on their faces. Ganyu was breathing much more heavily, flushed red and eyes wide as she waited patiently for the answer.

There was a long moment of silence, and Ganyu began to worry she was going to be left without an answer.

“Would you like to find out?”

A glowing sheet passed over Y/n’s pupils, leaving them with a misty glow that Ganyu only ever saw when her heat came around. She was left so distracted, that the soft touch against her leg made her yelp and slam her knee into the table, knocking her off balance and making her fall back onto her feet. From this wider point of view, she noticed the scales that had appeared all over Y/n’s hands and stopped halfway up her biceps with her nails taking on a sharper, claw-like appearance. There was a faint glow around the edge of each scale that heavily contrasted against her skin.

Clearly finding amusement in her girlfriend's hypnotized state, Y/n brought her tail up behind her and let it rest on the table as she leaned one arm against the back of the chair and crossed one leg over the other. A dangerous smile revealed her sharp teeth, the one constant reminder of her dragon form even when she paraded around as a human.

The display left Ganyu-

“Are you sure you haven’t cum already?” Y/n asked. “Maybe you should take your tights off, it smells uncomfortable.”

“But-”

“I know what I said.”

Ganyu shifted her weight side to side and looked wearily at the door, then the windows with the curtains drawn, then back to Y/n.

With a sigh, Y/n pushed her chair back from the table– the scratching noise made Ganyu jump– and made her way to Ganyu where she promptly grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over her shoulder. Ganyu yelped, gripping the back of Y/n’s shirt in an attempt to find balance as her legs instinctively flailed about.

Y/n used one hand to still her calves, while the other looped around her waist.

“Fine, we can go to the bedroom, but it’s not like we haven’t had sex in less private places.” She paused, then turned her head and pressed her nose against Ganyu’s thigh. “At this rate you’re going to cum before I even touch you,” Y/n laughed, making Ganyu whimper in embarrassment as she tried to rub her thighs together.

“You’re so mean.”

Y/n’s tail raised up and gently tapped Ganyu’s nose, the furry tip making her face scrunch up. She dropped Ganyu onto the bed, a wide grin spreading across her face as the sudden pressure made her groan.

Y/n let out a dreamy sigh as she knelt at the foot of the bed, then grabbed Ganyu’s ankles and pulled her to the edge. Y/n pressed her nose into the crotch of her bodysuit, inhaling deeply and letting a low growl rumble through her chest. Ganyu began to grind her hips against her face, whimpering as the knot in her gut quickly tightened.

“Hey,” Y/n snapped, gripping her hips and forcing them to still. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I-”

When Ganyu paused to try and collect her thoughts, and actually get the words out, Y/n ripped a claw across the crotch of her body suit. The qilin gasped, and whined when she couldn’t grind against anything to relieve the painful arousal.

Before she could complain about the ripped body suit, Y/n shoved her face back against her cunt– her warm breath and the pressure making Ganyu moan and throw her head back as she gripped at her girlfriends head– and caught her fangs in the thin fabric of Ganyu’s tights. The sound of tearing tights seemed to echo in the room, and whether it was the show of power or the uninhibited stimulation, Ganyu pushed Y/n closer as she came with stuttering hips and incoherent cries.

With lidded eyes and the lower half of her face soaked in cum, Y/n looked up at Ganyu and licked her lips. Her tongue, now twice the length it normally was with a forked tip, grazed Ganyu’s thigh as it swept along her cheeks. Ganyu stared back at her, face aflame and glassy eyed.

“I didn’t even have to touch you-”

Ganyu slid her hands around to cup Y/n’s jaw and hold her gaze.

“Please! Please touch me!”

“Aw, want me to fuck you with the strap? Pound you so hard your tits bounce? Hold you down with my tail so you just have to take it?”

“Want you to breed me!”

The two froze, Y/n’s claws digging in slightly to Ganyu’s hips as her grip on Y/n’s chin slacked.

“My, my, so forward today. Did that book tell you what happens when a dragon tries to breed?”

Y/n lowered herself back to Ganyu’s cunt and gave a long, slow lick, allowing her clit to slip between her forked tongue.

Ganyu let herself fall back onto the bed, still gripping the back of Y/n’s neck, and throwing her legs over her shoulders. Which she would quickly come to regret when Y/n locked her ankles together with her tail and pressed her hips into the mattress as she slipped her tongue as far as she could into Ganyu. The qilin’s hips bucked and she moaned, trying to grind her hips further on her tongue.

Her tongue was just barely enough pleasure as it skated along her walls, jabbing her g-spot only to dig her claws in further, but it wasn’t thick enough. Ganyu was left on the edge of pleasure as Y/n slipped a hand between her own thighs and rubbed at her clit. Y/n’s heavy breathing and moans only pushed Ganyu closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, please, please let me cum!” Ganyu cried, struggling against Y/n’s hold.

Y/n removed her tongue and leaned her head against one of Ganyu’s thighs.

“I would,” she placed a gentle kiss to Ganyu’s thigh, “but you gotta stretch yourself out for me, and we both know that if I let you cum now you’ll be too sensitive to do it yourself.”

Unwrapping her tail, Y/n gently set Ganyu’s legs down and got up– her legs were uneasy from being folded beneath herself for so long, making her wobbly– to go find the strap on. As she went, she kicked off her clothes.

She looked back over her shoulder to find Ganyu still hanging half off the bed, the crotch of her clothes torn in two and breathing heavily. After a moment, she slowly began to undress herself and leaned back against the headboard. Her soft moans and whimpers filled the room as she sunk two fingers into herself, carefully stretching them apart.

With her eyes closed, she missed Y/n open another drawer to retrieve a new dildo.

After a few moments, the bed dipped and Ganyu lazily opened her eyes as exhaustion slowly started to eat at her. They quickly blew wide, however, as she found a much larger dildo on the strap then she was used to. Y/n laughed, pulling her down the bed so that she was laying flat.

“I figured you’d ask about dragons eventually,” Y/n hummed, grabbing the two pillows from the head of the bed and putting them under Ganyu’s hips.

Y/n’s tail slipped around Ganyu’s waist as she lined up with her cunt.

“That’s- it’s huge…”

“And that’s why there’s only one,” Y/n bent down so that her lips brushed against Ganyu’s ear, “this time.”

Y/n’s tail tightened around Ganyu’s waist as she slowly sunk into her, while Ganyu clawed helplessly at the skin just above her scaly biceps. Her legs wrapped tightly around Y/n’s waist as she tried to pull her in further, ignoring the painful stretch.

“So good,” Y/n cooed. “So pretty like this, all dazed and cock hungry. I knew you could take it.”

Ganyu whimpered, scratching up Y/n’s back as she reached for her face. She pulled her into a searing kiss, tongues tangled together as Y/n continued to slowly sink into her.

“So full.”

“I know,” Y/n whispered, sitting up to rub soothingly at Ganyu’s hips.

Slowly, Y/n pulled out halfway and rocked back into her, earning a loud moan from the qilin below her. Then she pulled out a little further and rocked back in just a little faster, earning herself an even louder maon. Ganyu babbled on through slurred speech about how full she felt as she clawed at Y/n’s back.

Y/n’s thrusts quickly devolved into hard, frantic thrusts as she chased after Ganyu’s broken cries. She was sobbing at this point, gasping as each thrust knocked the air from her lungs, unable to move as Y/n’s claws dug into her hips and her tail hugged her waist.

Another orgasm quickly hit Ganyu, making her squirt all over the strap.

“Ah! St-Stop, sensitive!”

“I thought you wanted me to breed you,” Y/n snickered. “Which means we don’t stop until I say so.”

“But- ah!”

Y/n slipped a hand between them as she straightened up to watch the strap disappear into Ganyu, over and over again, and began to rub slow circles against her clit.

It didn’t take long for Ganyu to cum again as Y/n kept hitting her g-spot, not to mention how sensitive she still was from her last orgasm.

This time, however, when she came, Y/n slowed down and carefully pulled out. She pressed a kiss to Ganyu’s tear stained cheek before gently rolling her over. Ganyu tried to push herself up onto her forearms, but they gave out from exhaustion the second she put any weight on them. Y/n helped her kneel on either side of the pillow and used her tail to help keep her hips up before slowly sinking back into her.

Ganyu shoved her face into the sheets, gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white while every thrust forced her further and further into the mattress. She was on the verge of cumming again, when a sharp yank of her hair pulled her off the mattress and another arm wrapped around her chest.

The sudden pain and fondling of her breast made her cum again, but this time there was no gushing. Her body shuddered as she tried to push away from Y/n who simply buried her face in her neck and let her fangs gently scratch the skin.

“One more, pretty girl. Come on, you can take it. You wanted to be bred, didn’t you?”

Whatever Ganyu’s response was was completely incoherent as Y/n lowered her back to the bed, still gripping her hair, and began fucking into her again. This really would have to be the last one, because the friction of the strap against her clit had made Y/n cum twice and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take care of Ganyu after too many more

So as she felt Ganyu’s muscles tightened once more and she began crying about how it really was too much, Y/n pulled her hair to the side and bit down on the mark at the nape of her neck. That was enough for the both of them as Y/n’s hips stuttered and Ganyu’s grip on the sheets slacked. Y/n stilled completely, licking gently at the skin she’d just bitten, and gently untangled the hand in her hair. She placed gentle kisses along Ganyu’s spine as she murmured words of praise.

“You did so good. Love you so much.”

It was only then, as her head was right next to Ganyu’s, that she registered the soft snores and chuckled.

“You’re damn lucky I can’t actually breed you.”

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Ganyu awoke the next morning to the smell of tea, soft sleepwear, and her entire body aching. Her arms shook as she tried to push herself off her stomach to roll over, but she managed to roll over onto her back and found Y/n flipping through the stupid book that had landed her in this position.

“Sleep well?” Y/n hummed, not looking away from the book.

“Everything hurts,” she sighed with a hoarse voice, slowly pulling herself up to a sitting position against the head of the bed.

With shaky arms she took a sip of tea, and then let her head drop against Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n wrapped one arm around her and rubbed her shoulder soothingly.

“So, would you say the book is accurate?”

Ganyu’s face turned red as she mumbled, “Impressively so.”

“It’s not that impressive,” Y/n shrugged, “Yae’s seen my dragon form before, couldn’t have been too hard to draw these conclusions from that and certain conversations.”

“Wait, you know the author?”

“Sort of, we were friends centuries ago. Why?” She looked back at the book, then flipped all the way to the first page, and laughed. “Damn, she really came through on that IOU.”

To my dear friend, and her shy girlfriend: I hope this book serves you well.

#locked entries #genshin impact #genshin impact ganyu #ganyu #ganyu x reader #x reader #female reader #ganyu smut #genshin impact smut #smutshot #smut

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 10 months ago

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Hello! Greetings, it's me again! 🌙! Idk if I sent this request because I think I didn't finished it and accidentally deleted all my questions so I'm redoing them rn.

QUESTIONS ABOUT SAGAU X BSD:

1. What about Rosaria, ga-ming, Dehya, Candace, Cyno, Tighnari, collei, Chevreuse, Diona, cloud retainer, Charlotte, beidou, Noelle, mika, and Xiao? What do they think ABT reader? Btw idk if I saw Tighnari or Cyno in your posts so-

2. Was there ever a time where the genshin impact wasn't self aware at first? Or did they already knew about creator before fake creator was there?

3. Who is more powerful? Fake creator or Reader creator?

4. What powers do the creators have?

5. Are there any more other reincarnations besides, fake creator, and reader creator?

Questions about your works:

6. how many requests do you have rn- if you don't mind me asking that is

7. Do you allow gore, self-harm, dark topics? (Not talking ABT nsfw, incest or any other than that

8.Which do you prefer for readers gender? Male reader, female reader, other reader genders?

Well that is all! Do take some breaks, btw you got lots of motivations I see. Also good job!

Hi, 🌙 anon!

Thanks, I am taking breaks from time to time.

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Mondstadt

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Rosaria

*******

She is on Fake Creator's side.

Rosaria didn't like, that Fake Creator returned. For Rosaria, it means more work. Yet, she remains loyal to Fake Creator.

Fake Creator gave Rosaria a permission to punish anyone, who is a Danger to Mondstadt.

Reader arrived.

Fake Creator ordered to capture them.

Rosaria was the one, who chased Reader to an abandoned cottage.

Venti and Knights of Favonius almost burned Reader alive in this cottage.

And Rosaria, knights and Venti looked delighted, when they saw flames.

The same day, it was discovered, that Reader escaped.

After that, Rosaria was searching for Reader. She couldn't find them. Barbara treat Reader's burns, Bennett, Razor and Fischl get Reader to Dragonspine and Albedo got Reader to Liyue.

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Diona (+ Klee)

******

Diona is on Reader's side.

At first, she wasn't planning on joining anyone, but Klee told her a 'super-duper secret' about Reader, that Klee heard from Alice. That Reader are a good person who was being treated unfairly.

Diona is a kid, and she can't do much to help. Fake Creator insisted on keeping kids close. Diona can't be really active.

But, she and Klee can keep Fake Creator's attention occupied by pulling little pranks and behaving like kids.

*****

Noelle

*****

Noelle is very hesitant.

The scene of a burning house and Knights' grins horrified her.

She believes in Fake Creator. But, when she saw Reader, scared, with some burns, she can't bring herself to attack.

She let Reader go.

Noelle doesn't know what to do next. The whole situation became too awful, too unreal for her.

*****

Mika

*****

Mika is another one, who was scared of the burning cottage situation.

The cruelty in Knights' gazes... It's not how it should be.

Mika secretly helped Reader escape the burning cottage. After that, he gifted Reader his best maps, so they could find a way in a wilderness.

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Liyue

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Gaming

*****

Gaming is on Reader's side.

Yunjin was the one, who made him see, how horrible the whole situation was.

Gaming helped Yunjin with the destruction performance, that helped Reader to get to a ship to Inazuma.

****

Beidou

*****

She was on Fake Creator's side, at first

But change side after Kazuha ran into Reader and realized, that Reader are Real Creator.

Beidou and her crew were the ones, who secretly get Reader from Inazuma back to Liyue and hide them with Baizhu again.

*****

Xiao

*****

He is on Reader's side.

He immediately knew what kind of monster Fake Creator were. Xiao can't stand near them, his karma goes awry.

But, when he saw Reader, he knew, they were the Real Creator.

He and Adepti were with Morax, when Reader were trying to escape Liyue.

When Zhongli was ready to strike Reader's boat, Xiao plunge his spear right into Zhongli's side.

Xiao gave Reader the chance to escape.

Zhongli survived.

Xiao is captured.

But, he feels content. He saved Reader.

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Cloud Retainer (and adepti)

*****

She and all adepti (minus Madame Ping) were on Fake Creator's side.

But, after Xiao's betrayal, and talk with Madame Ping, Yaoyao and Xiangling, adepti realized, what kind of monster they were listening to.

Unfortunately, Zhongli is still blind to that fact. After Xiao's betrayal, Zhongli became paranoid. He started loosing trust in others.

When Reader returned to Liyue, Cloud Retainer, Moon Carver, Madame Ping, Mountain Shaper and Ganyu protected Reader during their journey to Sumeru.

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Sumeru

*****

Dehya

*****

She is on Reader's side.

When Nahida was captured for helping Reader, Dunyarzad was devastated. She asked Dehya to help Reader. Dehya agreed.

She helped Alhaitham and Kaveh in getting Reader to Fontaine through the desert.

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Candace

******

She is neutral, but not friendly.

She asked Dehya and Reader to leave Aaru Village when they reached it.

Don't get me wrong, she feels sorry about Reader's situation. But, after Nahida was arrested, everyone from Sumeru, who dared to help Reader, will be in even more trouble, than before. She doesn't want to risk villagers lives.

Still, she let Dehya and Reader get water and food.

*****

Cyno

*****

He is on Fake Creator's side.

During it, he attacked Reader, and if it weren't for Aranaras, Reader would be dead or captured.

And Nahida's imprisonment made him even more loyal to Fake Creator. Cyno will think, that Reader bewitched an archon.

He will follow Dehya and Reader, making sure, that their trip will be safe. And observing Reader's behavior.

During his observations, he noticed, that Reader didn't do anything wrong. They were a normal, tired person. Cyno heard, how Reader cry themselves to sleep, missing their home and friends.

Cyno is conflicted.

He helped Dehya fight with a group of eremites, who tried to capture Reader.

He left Dehya and Reader without the word. He has many things to think about.

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Tighnari

*****

He is on Fake Creator's side.

Fake Creator gave Forest Rangers a good sum of mora, arranged lectures about forest. They also gave Tighnari permission to arrange any sort of research and publish results.

So, Tighnari is loyal to Fake Creator. He arranged patrols. He tried his best to capture Reader.

But, somehow, Reader managed to avoid every patrol.

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Collei

******

She is on Reader's side.

She was so devastated, when Fake Creator gave Dottore a title of Personal Physician. She can't understand, why someone like him wasn't punished.

So, she wasn't sure, that Reader did something wrong. Maybe, it's an opposite, and Reader are a good person.

Nahida gave Collei instructions on where to take Reader, when she met them.

Collei managed to get Reader away from Forest Rangers patrols. Thanks to Collei, Reader's 'trip' to Vanarana went almost peacefully, except a run in Cyno.

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Fontaine

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Charlotte

******

She is on Reader's side.

She, out of curiosity, talked to some Fontaine citizens, after Fake Creator got to Teyvat. And she learned, that not everyone are happy for having Creator back.

Charlotte even managed to talk to Furina about Fake Creator. And, let's just say, even commas in Furina's speech were swear words.

When Charlotte met Reader, she almost interrogates them for an interview. Charlotte learned everything about Reader's journey so far. She decided to keep the information for now. If time comes, she will use it.

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Chevreuse

******

She is also on Reader's side.

She does observe Reader's behavior. So far, Reader didn't break any of Fontaine's laws.

When Neuvillette became more restless is searching for Reader, some people from Fleuve Cendre wanted to hang Reader. This way they would escape Neuvillette's wrath and Reader won't suffer through torture. Chevreuse stopped them, saved Reader and started a meeting with everyone, who lived in Fleuve Cendre. The same meeting, that end in Navia and Spina di Rosula (and Furina) took Reader to Melusines' village.

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Genshin Impact was always Self-Aware and knew about Creator. Their self-awareness are different from BSD Cast's self-awareness.

BSD Cast are characters, that one day became self-aware and connected to a random reader.

Genshin Impact Game was a virtual window to another world.

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Right now, Fake Creator. But Reader reached half of Fake Creator's powers when they were captured. If Reader spent more time in Teyvat, they will become stronger.

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From basic to advanced

- Longlivety

- Stopping Monsters from attacking. Not working on smarter monsters. (Abyss Order)

- Dragon Whisper (described here) In a nutshell, making any dragon 'imprint'on anyone, who have Creator's powers. Because of that, Dvalin, Azdaha, Apep, Neuvillette and, at some extent, Zhongli, are on Fake Creator's side. Vishaps are on Reader's side.

- Plant manipulation (can make plants grew and cover their tracks).

- Water manipulation (can get water from anywhere they wish).

- Stronger bodies (it will take many efforts to kill Creator) [Reader gained this right before they were captured by Tsaritsa. The last power they got before returning home].

- Regeneration.

- Destruction (can turn anything to dust) and Creation (can make anything, even the most bizarre plant and animal combination).

- Mind manipulation

- Bringing dead to life (lost ability, current Creator's powers aren't enough to do it)

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No, for now, only two.

There is a possibility of third reincarnation being born, but, they won't have even echoes of Creator's powers and, will probably only have a similar voice or physics to Creator.

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Good question, I wish I could answer it.

I am currently looking through my inbox, searching for purely question asks I missed.

Soon, I will post another list of requests I have. Maybe, will open requests for a few days.

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Yes, I allow dark topics.

Note! I won't describe it in too many details, will try to keep at "T", or PG rated.

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I don't have any preference.

But, most of my requests are about Gender Neutral Reader. There are some Male and Female Reader requests.

All requests are equally interesting for me.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

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purpleamethystsblog · 2 years ago

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🪬I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE (Part 6) 🪬

CW : Violence / Swearing / Character dead (not Reader)

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Female ( Cause it easy for me to write and I don't really write English fanfics often like other. )

Note : This story might not follow the original game storyline.

Tag : @khalhaimdad @akemiixx01

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Venti know.

Mean, he ever seen you before. It's happened when you first come to Mondstadt. He thought you're just a normal traveller.

But it's turn out that you are the most wanted criminal and the leader of Rebellion. He doesn't know why. Because he didn't saw you do anything to harm peoples or Mondstadt.

He want to convince his Creator to stop, but he afraid that Geo Archon will hunt him down like he did with the peoples who didn't accept in our Creator.

Archon of war and the oldest of all sevenths. Mean that he is the strongest Archons.

“ And I should crush you in to a pieces, should I? ”

It has been reported from villagers, that they found a group of rebellion around Guili plain. And Zhongli immediately call him for back up. Most of the rebels group are Vision user. And one of them is a Fatui Harbinger too.

Zhongli is infront of him. And Venti is stand behind ready to charge at rebellion group if Zhongli... No, MORAX give him a signal.

“ Oh~ what a surprise, I thought you all died. Hmmm, what an aura? Are you tried to mimic our Creator? How amusing.... ”

You frowned your eyebrows, what an idiot he can be? You don't know why he such a stupid or too blind to realise real or fake.

“ The ages of your isn't help to develop your brains at all? I'm pity for you, Morax. ”

No, something is wrong. You think Zhongli doesn't a person who had no reason. But it might have something that corrupted his mind or his brains.

Yes, you can say that his action make you frustration. But it might be some reason to make him like this. And you sure 80% of the reason is from that impostor.

Wait....if you remember correctly. If that gods who betrayal to the Creator and got kick out from heaven to human world...

That Impostor has a chance to be their descendants, right?

You think you can piece together some stories. Although still not sure, plus there is no clear evidence yet.

“ Stop zone out! ”

You heard Flowey scream at your ear, you flinched. And turn around to scold at him.

“ Stop playing around! Protect your grace at all cost no matter what! ”

All of your acolytes stop infront you like a human wall. You close your eyes and focus on your power. And after 3 seconds, golden shield is appear on your acolytes who come to front line to protect you.

Your shield might be not strong as Morax's shield. But you sure that it can absorb some damage and decrease a chance of injured for a bit.

Remember, your power is not fully awaken, yet.

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Lilith was afraid.....

She knew, someday, she might lost everything. Even though she tried her best to keep it.

Even though, she cooperate with "ABYSS ORDER". She still afraid.

To take down the "CREATOR GOD" It's not an easy thing that anyone can do.

"Your highness, we have a message that Morax is meet with Y/N."

The abyss mage is appear from thin air, now she stayed in her chamber. And doesn't allow everyone to come in.

She can't let peoples know that she had collaboration with Abyss order.

“ Are you sure that potion will have a long affect on Morax? ”

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It wouldn't be wrong to say that your side is currently at a serious disadvantage. Because peoples on your side is less more than hundreds person. Different from Zhongli, who ever once is a god of war. And there are hundreds of troops as reinforcements as well.

You and Albedo is agreed to retreat, but it need a chance or some unexpected incident first.

[ If you heard me, Flowey. ]

[ Yes, I heard you. Your grace. ]

[ Find a way to delay Morax. We can't fight him! We should retreat ASAP. ]

[ Yes, as your wish! ]

Now, the first creature that you created with your own hands is showing its effectiveness for everyone on the battlefield. You believe in the living flower that you created will save your group from this dangerous situation.

“ You think that your friend little flower can save you? How pathetic! ”

You heard Morax speak contemptuously, but you didn't bother to pay attention to him. You are confident that Flowey is not powerless despite not being skilled enough to win fight. However, Flowey is capable of creating opportunities for you and other members to escape more smoothly.

As Morax was about to attack you, numerous vines suddenly emerged from the ground and intervened, obstructing both Morax and his soldiers, causing them to pause and attempt to destroy the vines.

"Now, this time!!"

You shouted, as Albedo, Diluc, Rosaria, Childe and the other adepts quickly protected the weaker ones and hurriedly led them to escape. You and the men stayed behind to cover their retreat.

Flowey continued to create vines relentlessly, some of which attacked the soldiers to obstruct them, while others wrapped around them to immobilize them. The Pyro Vision user began to launch attacks, as fire was a weakness for a plant like Flowey, and Flowey was well aware of this.

However, Flowey refused to back down, even if it meant being burnt down to ashes. It would do everything in its power to protect its master until the last time of it life.

“ Thanks for creating me, thanks for welcome me to this world. Your grace. ”

“ TIME TO TAKE OFF! ”

While you were retreating, suddenly you felt the scorching heat in the air. You turned around to see flames rising violently like hellfire. The attack with familiar wind strings was reacting with the fire, making you scream out loud with a heart that was almost shattered.

"FLOWEY!!!!"

Albedo also turned around to look back. He was no different from you in being caught off guard. But he saw that this was a good opportunity to retreat. He reluctantly pushed your plan to move forward.

"Don't let its sacrifice be in vain."

He knew that parting was painful. He himself had a bond with that flower, not much different from you, as someone who had taken care of it during the time when it had not yet to survive in this world. Albedo also saw this flower as a child of sorts.

If it can. He wanna help it too. He know that, Flowey was your first creation and you really love it.

But if he jump in to help it. Maybe, the two Archons will kill him immediately, and all your efforts may ruined because of him.

Childe could only mourn its sacrifice in his mind silently.

The important thing now is. He had to inform Fatui about this matter as soon as possible.

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The battle has been going on for a long time, with the Fatui stationed nearby and in Liyue, coming to support your side to ensure your safe escape. And it coincides with the fast arrival of the Fatui's messenger carrying important order from Tsaritsa to Childe, the 11th Harbinger is fully aware of the situation and the current important mission to convince you about going to Snezhnaya.

“ Your grace, can we talk for a moment please? ”

………

“ Is Snezhnaya really welcoming me? ” You asked Childe, furrowing your brows in suspicion. It would be good if that were the case, but you know that the Fatui, known for their cunning and deceitful nature most in Teyvat.

“ How can I be sure that the Archon of your nation isn't just luring me into a trap? ”

You asked earnestly, looking into Childe's eyes for reassurance. The tension was palpable, and he could tell that even the divine creator might not believe in him.

Childe thought for a moment, and a genuine pang of pain struck his chest.

“ If you don't believe my words, I'm willing to swear on my own life. ”

Childe said with a strained voice. He didn't know what else he could do to make you believe. Clearly, his plan to kidnap you had backfired. He surely that if he do, you will hate Fatui and Snezhnaya immediately.

Childe tried his best to persuade you with his words, hoping to sway you in any way possible.

[ FATUI ] is a name that everyone in Teyvat was agrees is an enemy. Few people trust the Fatui, and it's rare for the Fatui will not deceive anyone. It's clear that all of your followers doesn't likes the Fatui, especially the 11th Harbinger. Your decision will have consequences, whether they are good or bad depends on you. And as you're discussing this, you realize that someone has been eavesdropping.

‘ I must make the right decision on this... Whether everyone's lives will be saved or lost depends on my decided... ’

You exhale softly, acknowledging that this decision is incredibly difficult.

“ You know that all my members don't like Fatui, right? ” You ask Childe for sure, want him to aware what he was doing and saying now. Childe nodded, he knew that no one like Fatui and he don't care.

“ And everyone in here is my followers, I want to tell you something, I'm not the kind of person who rules people with a dictatorship. But I will rule the people more democratically. by choosing to listen to the opinions of the majority ”

Childe know immediately what you meant in your words. His expression was obviously gloomy. Because he already knows the result of the answer.

You turn around and walk away, signaling for all of your followers to gather in front of you. You stand on a big rock, crossed arms, on your left side is Albedo and Diluc. And your right side is Childe who is still standing in silence.

“ Is anyone interested to go to Snezhnaya? If we travel to Snezhnaya, we will be protected by the Fatui, and the 11th harbinger will accompany us on this travel. What do you guys think about this? ”

People instantly whispered to each other. As you said, no one trusts Fatui.The expressions on everyone's faces were obviously worried.

“ I think. Maybe, the enemy of our enemy is my friend. Why don't we try to trust them first? ”

Albedo spoke up amidst the chaos and confusion of the members. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

The whispering returned again. You caught a fleeting sense that they were considering possibilities and safety, and it was an oddly reasonable survival strategy.

Childe's expression remained calm, but he could feel a glimmer of hope emerging from the negotiations. It seemed that some people were swayed by Albedo's words, judging from his gaze, some of them were thinking along with Albedo's speech.

However, there were some who did not agree with Albedo's words, and Diluc seemed to be that person. This could be because he had a worst history with the Fatui. And Rosaria, who was not an easily trusting person, just like Diluc himself.

But they don't speak, yet. They are waiting to hear your decision. For them you are their leader now. If it's not a better choice or they didn't see it fit, they will oppose to you, and they believe that you will listen their reasoning.

“ No one can go anywhere... The journey of all of you has come to an end now, especially the one who most dangerous for an eternity like you... Y/N. ”

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When this story end? Idk, but I want to write a new one. What would you guys think about Horror!Reader or Creepypasta!Reader.

Sorry, but I like to hurt and Kill characters 😂😂

Maybe I will draft it and public to Tumblr to see y'all reactions. The one that got more notes, I will write ^^

Oh! If you want to be on my tag list, you can tell me on the comment! I will add your blog to my tag list next chapter!✨

Btw, I don't know why but I think Zhongli isn't the people who have no reason. I try to write but, nooooo I can't. I should find something more reasonable to my make sense.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #cult #reader being villainess later #reader is antagonist #reader will being killing spree later #reader will have no mercy later #sagau #sagau impostor au #purpleamethysts

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lychniis · 1 year ago

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⚘ — QINGXIN IN THE MOUNTAIN // ZHONGLI.

i. SYNOPSIS : while the divine war rages on, you find yourself entangled in the company of a wounded god. reservations or not, you don't have the heart to let someone dies on your watch. or in which, morax finds himself in the presence of a secluded human. ( zhongli x afab ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : beta read, long oneshot like seriously it's over 14k, mentions of war and past death, seclusion and wounds. this work contains 18+ contents so minors, you know the drill, unprotected sex, half-dragon zhongli, reader has no gendered pronouns but has female parts, 4k words worth of smut guys get ready.

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# masterlist

Curiosity, you learned, was a reckless maverick in every right. Your mother told you of its consequences, of the people who wandered too far from the safety of your village and the watchful eye of your deity, and she told you of their death and the disaster they reaped alongside it.

Curiosity was what cost you — and you knew, you knew better than to indulge in its traitorous little tug when you wake, the scent of petrichor in abundance and the chill of a rainstorm’s aftermath prickling your skin.

“Forget about it.” you tell yourself when you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Forget about it.” you tell the reflection staring up at you, her brows furrowed with a familiar sternness. It scatters when you dip your hands into the basin, the icy water stinging your fingertips.

“Forget about it.” you breathe out as you lean against the doorframe of your small home, staring out at the expanse of green and the fog that had settled a few feet below.

Yet here you were, scaling down a mossy slope, your bare feet damp from the dew it trod over and your hair still messy from your sleep. You could dimly recall something the previous night between the rains, between the crash of thunder and the crackle of lightning. It was a sound too distinct and out of place in a storm, something akin to the beginnings of an earthquake before an unknown force cuts its life short.

Your head swivels to the side. You couldn’t see much past the mist save for what was in front of you and you clamber down with a little more prudence till the ground evens out a bit more and the screen before you dissipates. You could see nothing out of place, save for a few upturned trees and your shoulders slump. It was all for nothing, you realize and a tinier voice dares to whisper a spiteful little ‘dammit’.

You turn, casting one last glance over the clearing, then make your way back uphill. It was a wasted attempt and as you stew in your own self-berating and disappointment, you almost miss the faint crackle behind you. It was just the wind, you reason. There was little cause for it to be anything else. What could possibly make its way up here?

When you hear it a second time, you freeze, something cold jolting at your bones.

Well shit.

It doesn’t take too long to find the source, save for trudging through the mud and a few of the murkier parts past the tree line — but you find it by the time the sun shifts the barest fraction to the west..

“Ah — ” was the most your throat could choke out as shock swallowed you whole, like ice water.

There is a trail of gold on the earth, and it leads up to the slumped form of a man, his robes stained with the same gilted shade and his breath leaving shallow puffs of air where he lay, motionless and seemingly dead.

Well — fucking — shit. You mind shudders, your thoughts screaming and splitting up against your head like some panicked beast. It was chaos at its core, it was the frenzied scrape of control.

You were no fool. The man before you, both massive in frame and presence, was one amongst the hundreds of those touched by divinity — god or not — whose names were uttered and praised amidst this war. There was nothing distinctly human about him; not his clothes, not the horns that curled atop his skull and the brown scales smattered across, not the ichor he bled out — nothing.

For a moment, or maybe more, you stare down at him, long and hard as you try to wrangle your rationality back and think of what move to make. You could not afford the trouble that comes with aiding a foreign being and the land you settled on could house any force hostile to the man at your feet. A shaky breath escapes, then another. You were trembling now, just a little, daring to take a step back, then one more.

Kill him, another voice snaps. It was twisted and its words breathed acrid revulsion. Get it over with, he’s not worth the pain.

You consider it, for the tiniest bit of a second till he lets out a shudder and shifts with tense shoulders, his grunts labored and streaked with muted agony — those darker thoughts quickly flatline to scattered anxiety and the hand that brushes the blade at your hip falls limp. Not now, perhaps. You could just leave him here, let nature run its course.

You could do that, you decide with a semblance of confidence.

Of course you could.

Of course.

Your shuffling comes to a stop and you're backtracking immediately, your pace holding an urgent bounce with every step. There is a feverish jerk to your movements when you settle beside him, and a storm of emotions raging in your chest. It does little to ease you — little does, these days — and you press up on his shoulders in an attempt to roll him over onto his back.

It happens so swiftly, a blur of gold and black that shadowed your periphery before you were slammed down with eyes like uncut cor lapis glaring down at you. You scramble, clawing at your neck, at the digits pressed up against your windpipe and your pulse and it beats faster and faster and faster. One tiny move and you’d be left for dead.

( A part of you is stunned — for even wounded and weakened from some unknown, unspoken battle, the quavering power within him seemed to beat strong. You feel a mix of thrilled awe and terror turn in your stomach. )

His gaze hardly falters, roving at your form before his grasp on you releases and he mutters something akin to an apology, collapsing again. His eyes were still open, watching you beneath a haze of pain and deliriousness, stiffening now and then when you so much as move. The strength he showed, no matter how small it was, is gone and there is the slightest hint of vulnerability beneath the stripped layers of stone.

Your instincts scream at you to run yet you stay rooted in place, coming to sit up and hover by his side. In the end, your own concern and pity won out. “Y-you’re wounded.” you try to reason, only to be met with a grunt. You find yourself wincing as you stutter over your words, your voice hoarse from months of disuse. “Please, l-let me help. My h-home is c-close b-by.”

Feeble, you chide yourself amidst it all, old, old regrets tearing at your mind and clawing at your thoughts. You shut your eyes, letting your muscles relax and you try again.

Tugging at his arm serves to be fruitless. He was too large for you to carry over and your first attempt gives that away well enough. The gold in his veins seems to dim with the passage of time and you fear his life slipping away under your watch. “I n-need you to w-walk…” your plea is almost caught in your throat and you have to wrench it out to let it be heard. He tilts his head your way. “You’re too h-heavy…” you try to reason.

Another grunt sounds out and thankfully, his form rises. You’re quick to move to his side, supporting him against your shoulder, the thrum of elemental energy strong beneath your hold. He practically oozed it and it feels like what the storm felt like — the trembling earth itself.

You don’t say much after that, leading him back to your home, your hand and clothes staining a bright gold.

Perhaps your house would have been a little cleaner had you known you’d have a guest over. When you lead the the being inside, you scan the small space with a sense of perplexity, hoping he wouldn’t scrutinize the sight too much ( your mother always seemed to emphasize the need for a well kept living space — should she see you now, you know she’d be rolling in her grave with indignity ).

He stumbles a little, letting out a guttural snarl and you flinch, almost dropping his weight onto the floor when you feel claws close down on your arm and press against your scarred skin. You hiss softly and he gives a little jolt, his hold on you releasing, leaving little but the crumpled sleeve of your tunic behind.

“How much — ” he cannot finish the sentence, his nose wrinkling up and he almost looks a little feral underneath the light.

“Just a l-little more.” you assure, cracking the barest of smiles as you cross the room and lay him down on your bedroll. He was tall enough as is, and you think his horns would scrape up against the ceiling of this house should he stand upright.

The bedroll itself was pathetically small beneath him, but you couldn’t throw a fuss about it, working away at his clothes in relative silence, steeling yourself up in preparation for the worst.

The clasps and the belts and sashes are undone by nimble fingers and as the layers peel away, you come to a stop. It was not a pretty sight, his wounds, the clawed lacerations criss crossing across his torso like patchwork. You doubt you could salvage much and you almost give up at the spot, pulling away the rest of his clothing. The worst one splits across his chest and you look to the side, battling out the vertigo and the nausea threatening to creep up.

He’d have been dead at this point, had the blood in his veins be that of a mortal’s and not something inhuman. In some convoluted sense, he was lucky.

Stop cowering, you hiss internally. Pull yourself together.

The sound of rustling clothes is all you could hear after, followed by the clinking of metal and the sharp tang of alcohol. Your movements are almost robotic — and you had done this plenty of times before, cleaning the wounds of children and soldiers. But this wasn’t home and you doubt any soothing words would stoke at the feelings of a god.

When you return to his side, his forehead is damp with sweat.

“Shit — ”

His skin was warm. Could an immortal being fall ill? Was that even a possibility?

“I will be fine.” he rasps out and you jump, snapping his way as you hold the clothes closer to your chest in defense. He turns his head, peering at you and you think you see a stubborn glimmer beneath the usual masked strain and impassivity. “My wounds will heal in time…I…only seek shelter till they do…”

“Absolutely n-not.” you reply, splaying your palm out on his stomach to keep him still as you clean away the dirt and dried blood. The shallower wounds were slowly closing up again. “You’re in no state to argue right now.”

His mouth twitches and there is a momentary flash of teeth. You try not to let it frazzle you as much despite his initial protest, your movements slowing to a more delicate pace as you bathe the worst of his lesions till you were satisfied with the lack of dirt caking his body. “It seems choice no longer holds to be a luxury.” he utters under his breath.

“No.” you agree. “It does not.”

He falls silent, a petulant turn on his lips. “Are you a healer?” he asks. You bow down, unwinding the linen wraps you had stored away.

“My mother was.” you finally admit, your posture straightening. “I learned what I could from her to aid the people in my village. I never studied medicine formally, however…” you trail off. Talking seems to grow a little easier the more you speak. The hoarseness was slowly giving way and your stuttering grew less frequent.

“And I take it you shall try to help me as you do with any other human?” there was a sardonic sort of amusement in his tone that has you bristling. “Your medicines and methods will not work on an Adeptus. Put your tools away, you only waste your time.

“Adeptus…so you hail from the settlement south of Mt. Tianheng?”

“You’re ignoring my words,” he accuses. You bat your lashes at him innocently.

“Small talk.” you shrug. “You can tell me everything you want after I’m done tending to you.” you meet his gaze, tumultuous gold melded with an orange-red. He narrows his eyes, his unfocused vision scanning you, then the house, then at the bandages you held before he leans his head back with a defeated sigh.

By the time you conclude your task, he has fallen unconscious, his breathing deep and his heartbeat unnaturally slow for a human. You look down at your ruined clothing, at the stains at the hem of your tunic and at the sleeves and you hope you can salvage what you can from this, moving on to change out of them and fish out a cleaner pair of clothes.

The smell of petrichor still persists through the day, the sky brewing with the makings of a new storm. Perhaps you had lost track of time and the monsoons were sitting in sooner than expected and you move on to salvage whatever you’d left outside to dry and board your windows up for the incoming onslaught.

The man wakes when night falls, form set aglow against the dim lamp light.

“Let’s change your bandages.” you offer. He doesn’t protest this time, painfully sitting himself up with gritted teeth as you get back to work. His skin still radiates that uncomfortable temperature as you press up against it. You might need to get a wet rag ready lest he overheats

He speaks after the silence persists. “You shouldn’t see me like this.” it comes out as a whisper so soft, you almost miss it. His face however holds a distant look, with a hint of disappointment lurking within and you tug at the linen a little harder. You’ve heard that before, from the lips of men and women who had too much to hold and little weakness to show. You wonder what it would entail for a warrior, or a being whose years spanned farther than yours, to sink as low before a stranger.

It must be hard.

“We all get hurt sometimes.” you smile, hoping to lighten the air with a bit of humor ( it was getting too heavy, the air in the room ). “I’ve lost count of the number of times I've hit my head…and you think I'd be a little more cautious given my studies…”

A poor joke stays a poor joke no matter the delivery ( and yours was weak to begin with ). He does not say or do much, save for a slight twitch in his jaw and an unamused tilt in his head. You shrink back, skittishly throwing his used bandages aside in favor of new ones with a hasty “Nevermind.” on your tongue.

“Do you truely not know who I am?” he asks, his touch skimming the sheets absently. You shake your head, confusion and that damned curiosity slowly lurking and clawing its way to the light. You want to stamp the ugly feeling down and out of sight. You try to. It does not disappear. He continues, “What of the civilization south of Tianheng?”

A shrug was the most you could manage. You guess that was where he hails from. “I know it’s the domain of a geo god, and that beings touched by longevity, ally beside him. “My old home is far, however, and our god hid us away from the world…my knowledge on this is sparse.”

You’re almost ashamed to admit it, to acknowledge the bubble you had grown within, accepting the suffering of the men and women who ventured out and returned with broken bodies you and your mother had to fix. You weren’t sure what sort of terrible dichotomy it was, to live in ignorance amidst blatant horror and blood, and you don’t wish to return to it.

He seems to take this in, his eyes training up at the ceiling, then upon you with a lidded stare. “Who was your god?”

The icy set to your jaw was a hint he picks up on and he does not further the topic.

“...I am from there…from Liyue.” he says instead, in recollection of your previous question. The settlement was a distance from here, a few days worth of journeying by cart and hardly worth the risk of the travel with the demons that lurk and the gods that warred.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

His lips curl again, but it’s less of a grimace and more of a smile, his fangs tucked away to show a visage less feral, less dangerous. You find yourself relaxing a bit more unconsciously, seemingly charmed by this simple action ( and the thought almost scares you ). “What is your name, mortal?”

Ah, he wasn’t going to make this easy. You’re tempted to tug on his bandages a little harder if only to spite him.

You don’t reply till you are done with your chore and you lean back, massaging your stiff fingers. Your name slips out of your lips then, the action feeling natural in defiance of the years spent hardly having a friendly face within your home, save the occasional traveler. The adeptus seems satisfied. “You may call me Zhongli.” he replies, his voice softer, raspier.

“Zhongli.” you repeat. Zhongli.

There is a rustle of fabric and his fingertips brush against yours, the touch nearly having your arm lurch back in muted shock. He seems unphased but you — you watch a soft light shimmer through the dimness of your walls. When it fades, a single visage of gold stares back.

“It’s your reward. For aiding me.” there is a medley of pride and contentment and you liken it to that of a child offering a messily put together gift. Gold is coveted by most, but has little use here, and you have little use for it. But the gift is still cupped within your hands and you hold it as if it is something precious.

( Oh, your heart trembled just a bit and you feel a lump grow in your throat, bigger and bigger till you dip your head down out of his line of sight. )

His eyes bear down on you harder, set aglow and unyielding.

You smile to hide your trembling frame, thoughts revolting within your mind like the beat of war drums with a mix of unease and appreciation. Yet, who were you to question Zhongli’s secrets?

Maybe hypocrisy runs deeper in your blood than you initially assumed.

Mist dances at your fingertips.

It weaves and spreads and obscures the light and the woods around you and you run through blindly as the skin beneath your feet tears and the chill of the night clings to your skin and leaves behind dew and sweat.

You could see nothing; nothing save the pale glow of the moon above you as it tries to break through the barrier and light your way. It cannot, for Balam’s magic conjures obscurity, and obscurity was worshiped.

But you were human and you were curious and the voice that called your name was so familiar and warm and you wanted to weep and run towards it. The mist will not stop your folly and you will keep running to appease that growing thirst. In the end it will cost you.

The sound of your footsteps cease. The mist thins out and at the end of the veil, you poke your head out for the first time to witness the world outside. A set of teeth, white and sharp greet you. Then another and another, till the darkness itself glows as it does beneath the moonlight.

You hear her voice. It comes from the open maw.

The demons spot you and you run again, feeling their jaws clamp down and tear through muscle and bone and you scream and scream and scream at the white hot agony and the very feeling of your nerves set aflame before they numb.

Your curiosity cost you.

You wake to your fingers clawing at your shoulder with labored gasps and Zhongli panting, his fingers gripping at the sheets of the bedroll and his brow furrowed. You blink away the sleep in your eyes and tug the blanket off of your shoulders, shakily making your way to his side. His skin was hot again and panic lights in your chest, like the incoming winter.

“Fuck — it’s gotten worse.” you mumble a few more expletives as you stumble out to collect some more water and the few mistflower corollas you had stored away within your cabinets, hoping the elemental energy in them hadn’t dissipated completely. Setting the bucket down by his bedside with the corollas nestled within, you hiss at the cold pricking your palms and the frostbite coming to form.

Never mind that! The fucking adeptus is going to melt.

Oh my, thank you for pointing out the obvious!

The cloth bath was set to a near feverish pace as you feel him twitch and convulse through the chills wracking his body. “Hot — ” he groans.

“It’s the fever.” you mutter, tugging his pants down, your eyes unconsciously trailing down the slope of his waist and dip of pelvis, then avert your eyes before you could see any more, face flushed whilst a cloth was thrown onto his hips to spare him some decency. “You need to cool down…please, stay still.”

His hand comes to grip your arm and the dormant strength within it, one etched into his very being, was frightening. The adeptus’ sights were set upon you, the fever-addled state of his blowing his pupils out till only a thin ring of gold remains, shining through the light of the oil lamp, brighter and brighter. You pull away and rest your free hand on his with a soothing squeeze.

“You will be okay.” you assure. “It will come to pass soon enough. Let me take care of you for now.” You coax him to stay still as you continue the cloth bath, wiping away at his clammy skin while fatigue continues to weigh down on your shoulders and tug at your eyes. “I know you’re hiding something…and if you…if you’re one of the gods, then you must live. You’ll have people waiting for you…they need you, at a time like this.”

He lets out a weak exhale, shakily sitting himself up with sudden urgency. “Liyue…” he whispers, gait faltering and you steady him as he leans into you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. You struggle to push him back down atop the bedroll, his breaths growing pained with the passing seconds.

“Liyue.” you nod and repeat. “You need to go back soon, don’t you? You’ll have to heal first, and for that, you must rest.” The cloth is pressed against his temple now, wiping away sweat all while the smell of petrichor grows stronger. The searing temperature hasn’t subsided and hopelessness stirs inside, an ugly feeling, a familiar feeling ( it was worse than your curiosity — it always was ).

Zhongli leans into your touch, his fingers tangling against yours. “Stay…” he whispers. You cease your movement as his body shifts and presses against your lap. “Stay….” he repeats.

“I…I’ll stay.” you slump in defeat, resting his head on your lap. Lightning flashes outside your window and the walls seem to shake as the rain comes pelting down. You continue the bath, listening to a leaky spot in your roof and the incessant downpour rattling against the tiles. Zhongli seems to still, his breaths still weighed down by that terrible heaviness.

The rain continues. His fever grows worse.

Then the pattering slows down, and the flush on his skin comes to cool. By the time the rains stop, his fever breaks and you lean against the wall of your home, shutting your eyes as you nearly weep, your worries allayed.

Morax was the first to wake in the early hours of the morning, the scent of petrichor pervading his senses followed by the faint lull of jasmine. Then comes the warmth and the softness, one his claws unconsciously dig into with a groan shuddering out of his chest.

It was you, slumped against the wall, lost in your own dreams and too tired to notice and the sight makes him swell with a conflicting mess of emotion. Then comes the pain, the aftermath of his fever coming to tear at him, at his limbs and his tendons till he ceases his stubborn movement and lets his body fall slack.

He does not understand your intent, but the faint memory of that familiar care against a muddled haze stills his tongue and his suspicion. Your muffled words, your hand in his, everything, blurred away yet so clear.

Humans were strange, so fragile, so determined…

“Fool…” he murmurs. The last of his strength is used to draw the blanket over your shoulders. “But thank you, nonetheless.” Sleep calls him again, and Morax shuts his eyes.

The jasmine lingers, stronger than most. He lets it swallow him whole.

You come to realize how much you hated it, the loneliness.

Your home was far removed from civilization, settled between regions and away from main travel ways that weren’t blocked or destroyed. The quiet of your house was nothing like the bustle of the town you hailed from and the chaos that accompanies the stalls in the early mornings. The most noise that encloses your small plot of land were the local wildlife, the creaks and groans of wood born against strong winds and the weight of snow and the distant battles fought over the horizon.

During arbitrary moments of your routine, you question why Zhongli landed here of all places, in the midst of nowhere. You wonder if this is some grand scheme or punishment for your past mistakes and when you feel your curiosity dare to skitter forth and poke more holes into your blind acceptance, you drive it away with an angry hiss.

He is not an unwelcome guest, even if he holds a sense of urgency at times and a well kept secret whose nature you suspect . It’s almost comforting, no matter how contrived it seems, listening to him speak of an obscure plant or hearing his heavy footfalls a few days after his arrival.

How desperate are you? The bitter pride in your heart speaks up, and it’s seedy and unhappy as you straighten out the drying sheets over the heated slab. Where is your self preservation? Your brain cells? You’re smarter than this you fool —

“Is something wrong?”

Zhongli’s voice snaps you out of your reverie and you start, nearly dropping your laundry on the grass.

“Nothing!” and it is a weak save on your part as you straighten the worn down basket to move to an empty patch of stone, ducking under to check the state of the flaming flowers underneath. His hands come to rest on the surface and he lets out a soft exhale, his eyes slipping shut in a seeming moment of peace. “You should be resting.” you remind him.

“I believe I'm past the need for excessive bedrest.” he intones with an amused lilt. “Do you need help? It is partly my fault you have far more work to sort through.” He wasn’t lying. What little linen you had was used up to change the sheets on your bedroll before his fever broke. You had little clue how illness amongst higher beings were treated, but simply washing the contaminated cloth was the best option you had on your for now.

Ah, sometimes you regret not moving closer to a town.

Your reply was short, when you notice the silence being drawn out for a little too long. “That does not mean you should strain yourself. The less of a load you place on yourself, the faster you will heal. I’m sure you are needed back at your colony. The war is far from over.”

The comment seems to tug at his emotions, a stern moroseness settling on his face. “That is true…but I trust my fellow adepti to hold the lines in my absence.” you bend over to collect another sheet from the basket, the hair at the back of your neck prickling when he moves behind you. “Even so, I should hasten my return.”

“Then — ” The sheet is snatched from your hands and you watch Zhongli step beside an unused slab to lay it across the surface, a mischievous smile touching his lips. “Oi!” you snap, reaching out to grab it.

“However,” he continues, ignoring your protest with a look of innocent serenity. You want to squawk, to stamp your foot down childishly and you almost do, your movements stilled by you clenching your fist to curb it. “I’ve fought battles with wounds far worse and won. Menial chores are hardly a labor and if it means aiding you then I shall take it.”

You let out a groan in defeat and push the basket between the two of you. Zhongli was preening in his small victory, setting the clothes out to dry with relative ease. “Guests shouldn’t partake in chores like these.” you repeat the line your mother had uttered so many times, one amongst many of her favorite maxims.

He watches you from his spot behind the stone slab, a contemplative haze clouding his hues. “I simply return the favor. It is the nature of a contract, to balance out what is given with due compensation.”

He isn’t going to let up, is he?

“Fine, fine…you can help me collect a few mist flowers later.” you concede.

“What do you need them for?” he asks, collecting your laundry basket as you kneel upon the grass, blowing some air into a patch. One of the flowers is set alight and you sigh, letting them burn awhile as you feel your fingers retain a little more warmth in them.

“Preservation…I use them to make my herbs and food last a little longer…it’s not easy, coming across certain ingredients for a decent meal…” You let out a dry chuckle at that, which melts away into a mildly sheepish one. Even if you bear a slight annoyance to your choice of settlement, and even with the debilitating isolation that came with it — it was still home and it was still safer than most.

Zhongli takes this in, a hand resting against his chin. “I see…cooking is not a part of my skill set…unfortunately. But a friend of mine intends on relaying an old recipe of his should the war end soon. Perhaps I could pass it on to you, if you don’t mind it.”

It was an oddly sweet gesture coming from him and you hum, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you consider it. That also meant opening a tiny window of opportunity; a chance that you may see Zhongli again. The thought stirs a clash of emotion, of fear and of excitement and dare you say it, hope and it feels warm and cold and all sorts of things at once. “I’d like that…granted you don’t accidentally poison me.”

He feigns annoyance as his head tilts to the side, quietly regarding you. “You overestimate my inadequacy. The last time I did partake in the culinary arts, the worst outcome was an offhand crystallize reaction and a burnt stove.” he pauses. “Besides, my skill in brewing tea is decent.”

Oh Gods —

“I’m just being cautious.” you laugh a little louder at that, holding up your hands in defense. “Dear Lords though…I hope that friend of yours is prepared then. You might turn out to be a genius in cuisine or a hopeless case.”

“Then I hope for the former.”

You grin, hanging up the last of your clothes. “If you turn out decent…then I wouldn’t mind sharing some of the recipes passed down to me. I couldn’t indulge myself in them as much, but i hope you may come to like them.”

Something in Zhongli’s eyes softens and he nods. “And I would like that in turn…” he utters slowly, watching you clear away any dry branches and grass close by. His fingers absently brush over his torso, where the bandages stay wrapped around him. You catch the subtle purse of his lips and the twinge in his jaw. “Do not be concerned…” he snaps up to meet your worried face. “I am fine.”

“...Right.” you knew it wasn’t wholly a lie. Zhongli proved to be a quick healer, perhaps a trait passed down by his inhuman lineage. But these displays of vulnerability only played into the damning knowledge you knew before; of the hidden fragility the gods held. “Come on…I think it’s time we get those bandages changed.”

Zhongli smiles but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. Another secret, you think sadly, taking his hand as you lead him inside, taking in the momentary warmth he held even if his skin didn’t quite feel like skin or that they glowed a bit too bright between the cracks of your fingers.

You don’t ask him to collect the mist flower corollas again, staying at home with him with some tea set at the table for him to sip on while you inspect his lacerations. There was some idle chatter over dinner and Zhongli spoke a little more about his home.

“You’re going to leave tonight, aren’t you?” you ask suddenly, your voice soft. His words die out and you try to still the sharp edged pain in your chest. It refuses to fade and you accept the growing weight with an unwilling gait.

“Yes.” he whispers, setting his cup down and he looks ashamed.

“Then go.” you mumble. He opens his mouth again but you hold up a hand. “I…I know your name is not really Zhongli…it’s not is it?” His silence was damning and you finally piece it together, the knowledge you learned from your village and from your travels, no matter how meager, painting a slow picture in broad strokes.

The stories depict Morax to be more of a beast and less of a man. You would have glossed over it as well,expecting a dragon instead of the visage of a handsome stranger.

“I take it you’ve come to a conclusion.” he muses, looking a little apologetic, a little ashamed. “I never intended on deceit but the nature of our meeting called for it.”

“You were afraid I was going to kill you?” you guess. Zhongli — Morax laughs and shakes his head.

“Even in my weakened state, you would have been incapable of it.” well damn. “I feared someone of greater power would catch wind of talk of a wounded god…but given your lifestyle, they held no merit. I apologize though…I know you may have suspected a while.”

Morax smiles and you try not to battle the disbelief that a good sat across you, eating your food and drinking your tea. “However, I have a question to ask you.”

A pause

“What became of your deity?”

Your breath seizes and you meet his gaze. His stare seems to hold so much more weight to it and you look down. Your old god was a memory you sought to bury away well out of sight. Recollecting them only brought in a bitter taste and a dull ache and Morax notices it. “That’s a story for another day.” you finally manage out after some deliberation. Your tea has gone cold by the time you take another sip out of it, the air feeling heavier again. You wrinkle your nose at the taste.

He nods. “Then I will return and pay my debt in whole as well.” he decides. “Your kindness is one I shall remember, little one.” You hate how a part of you melts into this buttery, weak mess and when he smiles, you hate how it’s so easy to feel yourself tear at the seams, to beg him to stay a little longer. “Thank you.”

He was gone the next morning, a fresh batch of mist flower corollas left behind in an earthen pot alongside a delicate flower preserved in amber.

“Good riddance.” you tell yourself, the words feeling forced.

You will miss him, you think.

He returns three months later, or maybe it was more. Time was easy to lose track of and the seasons were all you had to know of a passing year. By the time he arrived, the last remnants of winter had receded and you found yourself in the midst of spring, restocking your stores and setting soup to boil in the hearth.

Should I bow? You think when he appears at your doorstep. Extend a greeting? Address him by his title? Your great eminence…no that sounds pretentious… You reminisce about your old customs, of the times you spent watching your mother lay out scented flowers and fruits at the feet of your deity during festivals or during victory feasts. Morax however, steps inside with a smile in greeting, his hand coming to tuck some stray hair out of your face.

Then comes the deja vu.

You question why his arrivals were always timed on days when your home was a mess.

“Wait! We can talk outside.” saving the last few traces of your dignity is all you had in mind as you blockade the entrance. It would hardly do any good, you realize then; he was tall and he was far bigger and when he stops with a puzzled look and scans the room and the traces of stalks and unswept and unused parts of the herbs you were sifting through, a glint of understanding flashes in his eyes and he steps back.

You want to sink into the ground with the traces and remainders of you. Oblivion seemed a tempting option with the way your face burned and your heart hammers at a pace nearly hard to keep up with.

“My apologies.” he utters, letting you lead him outside. He does not seem as bothered or flustered, thankfully; nor does he pry as he erects a few makeshift seats sculpted from geo and sits himself down alongside you with a soft sigh on his lips. “I wish we could have met sooner,” he admits.

“Is that so? It’s hard to believe you’d bother…” you hum with a shy dip of your head. Morax considers this.

“Did you not ask for it?”

“I did…but I accepted the possibility of you not returning.” you cease for a second, recalling your promise to give him the answer he sought. It felt like a cheap trick, back then and it still does now, of you running away as you always did. “I'm glad you came back though…it was nice having someone around to speak to.”

Moax looks pleased with this. “I simply find your company enjoyable.” you feel a stirring in your stomach when he says that, and it feels like a wonderful sort of sweetness, like honey. “Even if our first few days spent together lacked any delicacy in approach.”

“You were quite stubborn.” you admit.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he agrees. You snicker.

“I wouldn’t blame you though. Even I had a hard time staying still when bedrest was forced upon me…how have you been?” your fingers slot together as you pull your knees closer to your chest, your cheek resting against your thigh as you watch the scenery in the distance. The mist had abated, just a bit and you could see the copse of trees expanding then scattering as the plains began.

Morax exhales. “As I’ve always been.”

“Stubborn?”

“Busy.” he corrects, flashing you a look of warning. You grin innocently. “The war has come to a temporary standstill. Only smaller battles seem to keep up…with the weaker gods mostly weeded out, planning our next move is of importance. I only have a few hours to spare now before I leave for Liyue.”

“Oh…” you take this in. Perhaps this was a sign of the war slowly coming to a close. Maybe during your time, if you were lucky enough, or in another hundred years or so. “Then…tell me about Liyue.”

Morax raises a brow but he smiles, humoring your question. “What would you like to know?”

“Plant life? What’s it like there?” you supply, leaning forward in quiet anticipation.

He chuckles. “Not of the people? Or its history?” he asks.

“You can tell me that too!”

He hums, his gaze softening. “It’s not uncommon to see mountains in Liyue,” he admits. “To say our weather has a stark contrast in the plains and the peaks would be an understatement. Juehyun Karst, the realm of the adepti is pleasantly cool most of the time, but the plains are hot and humid. That being said, our flora seems to take on this diversity as well…”

He tells you about the yellow sand bearer and the gold ginkgo trees that spot Liyue’s landscape, of the horsetail that covets the marshes and the reclusive glaze lilies that grow within the terraces. He tells you about the silk flowers nestled amidst the red bushes, always found in pairs and the violet grass sprouting forth off of cliffs. And he tells you of the qingxins that turned away from the warmth of the plains and grew in the distant peaks, looking down upon Liyue as a whole.

There was a sort of magic, listening to Morax speak of his nation with a layer of fondness and sadness.

“Maybe when the war ends, I’ll visit. I think I'd like to start a garden some time.” you hum, surveying the empty patches of land in front of you. It would be nice to have a few more flowers around to brighten up the monotony you have grown accustomed to. His expression shifts, a brighter shine lighting up his eyes.

“You could stay there if you wish.” Disbelief rattles through your ribs and it steals your breath and pushes against your lungs. You fall silent, ceasing the anxious play with your clothes. “I could find a place for you amidst my people…would you like that?”

There was disbelief, yes, and a stutter in your words, but there is also the pang of appreciation and the tingle at your fingertips. However cold dread settles down ( for it is an old bedmate ) and Morax seems to catch on. “Have I misspoken in any way?” he questions, his hooded gaze appraising.

You jerk your head. He had it all wrong and the last thing you need is a messy misunderstanding to fall into your pile of terrible mistakes. “No, no…I don’t think I'm ready to return to a land ruled by a god…or even around so many people…not yet…” you couldn’t bring yourself to word it out and it shames you. You are an adult. You needed to speak like one.

There is a faint brush on your cheek, the barest hint of a touch and when you look up, you see the suspicion he holds paired with concern. You want to shrink back, make yourself smaller, unknowable, something you were before he came along and made you care and vie after company and something as simple as touch.

“I assume it has something to do with your old settlement?” he asks.

You nod.

“We were hidden behind our god’s mist and illusions…our people were cut off from the rest of the world save a few soldiers and those who joined our god in battle. My mother would accompany them sometimes…she’d tell me about the world outside and we promised to visit a lake just a short walk from the barrier…” you hold out your hands, trying to grasp the words she had tattered. “She called it starlight on earth…or…something like a mirror clearer than any metal she’d seen. I wanted to go, but we were not allowed to leave.”

“You were not?” Morax asks. He leans in, listening closer.

“We were not.” you affirm softly. “Or god never spoke it…but we knew. They talked about demons lurking out and we were scared. One day…I couldn’t find her amidst the returning line of soldiers she left with…I did later…and I couldn’t even stand to look at the state she was in.” you stare ahead, the weight of his gaze resting even harder now. “I don’t know why…if it was grief or curiosity or a mix of both…but I thought I heard her voice one day…calling out to me. And I knew it was a trap, but I ran towards it, out of the forest, and the mist…”

You swallow hard. You felt cold. Cold all over, like that night, where the silence was unsettling and the sound of your name was a taunting whisper. Your mother, it was your mother, rigid at some times with her own rough edges and flaws, but loving for the most part. Your mother — and it was an old hurt you had locked in a box a long time ago, that time had weathered down till it was the embers scraped to the side of the charcoal pit.

“They were right…my deity warded off those things that attacked me…but they were bleeding everywhere. Balam was strong, but as a god…I doubt they held much in par to some of the others who warred out there…” Like you, you almost add. “They were weakened…unfit to fight in a state like that and we tried what we could. The wounds didn’t heal as we thought they should. I was banished for endangering their life and as I traveled…I heard of Balam’s passing in the hands of an invading god.”

“...and now, I'm here.” you finish, wryness coating every syllable. You wished your apathy was more than a weak front to bury away the stab in your heart; you wish you could be stronger than the coward you are. Morax shuts his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest.

He looks a little more like the god you were told about; sharp, pragmatic, with a presence that looms over most. “If there was a law that stated so, that forbade stepping out of your deity’s territory, then yes, you have committed a wrong. I have heard tell of Balam, whispers of their whereabouts and they did try to protect your people from a harsher way of life…”

Ah, so that was his response. You wilt a little, feeling a mix of fury and defeat, at Morax, at the gods, at this war and at your own childish stupidity and audacity to even dare to feel this way. “I see…” you mumble. Morax holds up a hand, cutting you off. The words die in your throat faster than embers in snow.

“But,” he behind and his expression pulls into something gentler, lacking the initial rigid sternness it held. “Demons are still a force to be reckoned with. Even my adepti struggle with stifling down their noxious presence, whether it be the weight of karma or a disparity in power itself.”

Coherency is now a lost subject.

“I doubt you could have resisted its influence and Balam knew of the battle they would throw themselves into. Your god was willing to make that sacrifice, something of a rare sight amongst a few of the divine. Remember this well.”

A lump grows in your throat. It’s not an unwelcome one, quietly easing the nerves that crackled and frazzled beyond possible repair. You look down at your hands and your eyes slip shut as you take his words in, bit by bit. Balam was a god who, while distant within the front lines of battle, still loved their people.

It’s ironic how the gods can be capable of human sentiment and human error.

“Thank you, Morax.” you mutter. “I needed that.”

“The bitter truth, or the comfort?” he jests softly. “Because while I deal well with the former, my skill with the latter falls abysmally short.”

You laugh softly.

“For both.”

( His eyes light with surprise. Then you spot it, the faint flush on his cheeks and a dangerous thought enters your mind. You shake your head. It was best you didn’t raise your paltry hopes. )

He does not visit for a few weeks, but you spot a few saplings left behind at your doorstep, of plants and flowers you had never seen before.

You pick one up and a single word echoes in your mind — qingxins.

A smile tugs at your lips.

The distant noise of battle has grown reticent.

You tell it to Morax on one of his visits and he dares to flash a knowing smile in response. “The war is coming to its close. Only a few handfuls remain.” he states, tracing your bandaged hands; a new set of souvenirs from a stray whopperflower. You shiver involuntarily, leaning into him a bit more while longing tears your insides raw. “Hopefully you will come to enjoy an era of peace soon.”

“Will it end soon? The war?” you ask, wincing a little when he presses his fingertips down on the afflicted skin, bathing it in honeyed gold. “Ah! Gently!” you hiss, pulling back on reflex. Morax holds you fast, drawing you back to him with a playful tut and a sheepish glance your way.

“Apologies. Is this alright?” The pressure on your wrist still brings forth a sting, but it’s far more bearable. You nod. “Alright. Now hold still…” The glow returns, as does the tingling warmth and the tense nervousness gives way to a content sigh as the pain ebbs to obscurity. You watch your bandages fall away to skin mostly unblemished, save the faint traces of a scar left behind. “Better?” he asks.

You nod. “Much better…I wonder why you didn’t try healing yourself earlier. You’re not too bad at it.” he wasn't. Only a few humans were ever imbibed with the grace of divine power. You always longed to be gifted with the strength to heal, and you feet the slightest hint of envy as you take in the sight.

Morax blinks. “I was in too weak a state to do so. Healing is not my greatest strength either…I simply learned it, should it come to use amidst battle.” he flexes his fingers, the last flickers of gold falling away. His gaze meets yours with its usual intensity before he reaches for your other hand.

“Hm…I suppose this means you’ve paid your part of the debt?” you tease. “You’ve healed me as I've healed you, right?”

“True…” his lips quirk up as he mends the last of the burns, then presses a delicate kiss on your knuckles. “Does this mark the end of our contract?” The gesture only serves to fluster you further, bringing forth the feeling of fluttering warmth and the near lightness in your chest. Morax chuckles, his voice dipped to a teasing whisper as he calls out your name in a low, purring timbre.

“H-hold up!” you choke out, terrified of potentially overheating as you push his face away, stifling away the shy laughter that threatens to burst out. Morax shifts closer, closer still, his close presence having grown familiar through the meetings and the shared conversations and meals ( you missed the gentleness in his touch, you missed so much of him ).

“Hm? Stop what?” he teases, a cheeky glint lighting up in his gaze. “My, your face feels warm.” he adds with a soft simper, tilting your chin his way as he scans your features.

A desperate attempt to shift his attention comes to form. “Look at the qingxins you gifted me! They’re growing nicely, right?” you try to smile, looking at the flowers growing just a small ways from your home. Morax hums.

“They are. Give them a few months and they will come to bloom.” he replies, his wandering touch tracing up your arm, grazing at fragile skin and faint scars and the sensation has you shuddering. The glow in his eyes brightens and he huffs out something unintelligible, then asks you, “Would you like me to stop?”

You fall silent. “No it’s fine…” you sigh, reaching up to grasp his hand gently, ignoring the phantom stings as your finger splays out over Morax’s palm, at the dazzling gold dipped at the edges fading away to a spider web of veins and dark scales. “I like this.” you hum. Morax blinks, his cheeks coloring pink.

The intensity burns brighter in his gaze. It scorches at his touch and in the way he looks upon you now and as acute as it was, you felt blanketed beneath a safe warmth.

Morax speaks up, “I will make sure this war ends soon.” It was a promise, holding the weight of his blood. You feel it in every syllable, every rise and drop in his cadence. He leans in and the spice in his scent pervades your senses.

His lips are softer than you expected, mildly chapped from the heat and the battlefield, and between the buzz slowly beginning to sound off in your head and the feel of his touch brush away at your hair and rest on your cheek, your heart hammers hard in your ribcage. You feel the earth shift and watch the sky sweep away as you fall back on the grass and Morax palms at your hips and kisses you some more.

It feels like a distant dream, something you’d rather not wake from and when he pulls away to look you in the eye, you watch the smirk in his face grow as he dips down and buries his face into your neck, his pace languid, his claws gentle against the softness of your skin. You bite back a stray mewl when his teeth prickle down on sensitive flesh, slowly and deliberately making his way down down down, and his hand pressing flat on your thigh.

A glow flickers within his chest. He stops and tugs away with clear frustration, heaving as he watches you try to recover from the fog clogging up your thoughts, the memory of his touch warming every inch of you. Morax chews at his bottom lip. “I am needed again.”

“...oh…” you croak out, even if you wish to scream at the unfairness, to pull him back down atop of you and finish what he started. You shut your eyes, easing at your frayed nerves at the trembling and the traitorous dampness that was gradually settling in. The god in front of you holds a shadow of amusement and he kisses you again, gentler, with less teeth and tongue and more tenderness.

“I’ll come back,” he whispers. It holds another promise masked beneath the assurance, it’s cheekiness lighting his gaze.

When Morax’s form departs, you let out a shaky sigh, one hand delving into your heat while the other clamps over your mouth. The moment your slick coats your fingers, you moan into the silence, the promise persisting.

Morax thinks about you when the rains fall once more.

He thinks about you on the battlefield, waiting with that patient smile.

He thinks about you when his adepti fall and the last god is slain — when he finds his numbers dwindle, their blood staining his victory. He holds that memory of you close, that cherished warmth. His little flower.

Morax thinks about you. And he longs.

You came to know of patience’s workings through the days and months in between Morax’s visits, and this one is his longest thus far. The war persists still, the sound of the heavens screaming slowly growing quieter as deities were felled and the lands were stitched together by victories and defeats. You wonder where your old home lies now beneath the seven seats, what it would grow into in the near future.

Then one day, you wake to complete and utter silence.

The war is over. The roads had cleared. One day, when the world stills just a little more and the last few scars left behind have healed, you could try to visit the towns and cities beyond your isolated home.

Morax stays absent. You go on with your life. The qingxins he gifted you bloom in your garden. You wait, shedding away the accusatory remarks, the words that dare you to doubt his victory, that take your mind to darker spaces with the image of his still form and cold hands. No, absolutely not, you could not doubt him.

You repeat it over and over, beating down at the cynical whispering. Do not doubt him.

A storm rises again, blustering through the lands with the threat of tearing your home down from its stubborn foundations. You stay inside, the change in weather setting forth a persistent chill that your meager hearth could hardly hold against. Finally, after a few hours of running about, your body hunches over the blocks, feeding the fire with the last of your firewood.

“How much longer…” you mutter, storing away the last of your herbs when the rain refuses to cease and it grows harder to differentiate between night and day. The lightning thunders in response, asserting it’s long stay and you curl up by the warmth you fed, numb fingers gripping at old blankets and watching the rain beat down incessantly on your roof. It would be a long wait, you realize. It’s best if you find a way to pass the time.

There was another clap of thunder, then a crash that felt all too intimate with your memories. Then came the knocking and you scuttle up to let a drenched Morax in, his pupils blown wide and his body hot to the touch as he stumbles in. You’re almost afraid he’s fallen ill once more, but the insistent tug at your wrists has you follow him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, seating him down by the fire, moving to dry his hair after draping a sheet on his shoulder. “Morax, what’s wrong.” Despite the sudden appearance, you feel relief crash down and tug out a lump in your throat. You hold back the tears for his sake. You did not want to startle him in this state.

“A visit.” he shrugs.

“In this weather?” you question every ounce of wisdom he holds. He looks unbothered, pulling you closer to him while you squeeze the water out of his tresses, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. Warm breath pools out and hits your neck and a shiver racks at your body. “Morax — ”

“I missed you…” The hoarseness of his voice steals the words in your mouth. You latch onto him tightly, fisting at his robes, uncaring of the silk wrinkling beneath your rough hands. Morax does not stay silent or stay still, his hands sliding down your sides, pulling you closer up against him. “I missed you…” he repeats feverishly. The hunger in his stare is an answer enough.

The fire crackles and lets out a sputter.

Morax lays you on your back with a gentle thump and hooks a hand beneath your knee, pushing it up against your chest as he steals a kiss from you, heated and impatient after weeks of mulling over his affection and lust. “Stay still.” he orders as you squirm a little, wanting more, needing more, trying to bury yourself into him as much as humanly possible.

Your open mouthed breaths did not help in the slightest as he steals another kiss, then another, the wetness of his tongue delving deep down your throat as he muffles out any sounds of shock from you —

— was it forked?

You could not ponder over it for long, choking against the invading muscle while his lips caress yours with growing need and intensity. It made sense, for one like Morax — who adored talking about the origins of an obscure tea leaf to the festivities that littered the streets of his city — to fancy the act of kissing you. And he still keeps kissing you, over and over till your head spins and his body is pressed up flush against yours.

He noses at your neck with a noticeable huff, fingers dragging up the side of your hips, slowly, deliberately, till they tug at the hem of your clothes. Molten gold catches the anxious excitement bubbling within you and your eyes and you catch the smirk on Morax’s face.

“I’d like to continue.” he sounds breathless.

“Go on then.” that threadbare line that held you together had snapped now. You do not think you could wait any longer than you have for him. Morax chuckles, bending down with a narrowed gaze till his nose brushes against yours.

“I haven’t finished my statement.” he chides and you don’t know what is worse, him dragging this out to a near painful pace, or the hand that caresses the inside of your thigh teasingly, drawing out a stray moan from your lips. “If you feel overwhelmed, or you wish to stop, we must establish a safe word.”

He waits expectantly and you scour your mind for the first word that pops into your head. “Squid.” you decide, shifting your hips closer to him. Morax lets out something between a wince and an amused chuckle, his hand leaving your thigh. You wine in protest, grabbing at his wrists to pull him closer.

“So needy.” he lilts. “Are you sure you want this?”

How cruel, you think unhappily, unsure of how to take his consideration; a loosely veiled attempt to drive you further into wanting or a call of sincere concern. You think you know Morax. You think it’s both.

“Yes!” you cannot wait any more and neither could Morax, his claws curling round to clutch and tangle at the back of your head while he captures you in a devouring kiss. Your own experience hardly held a candle to his own practiced ease, but you do what you can, groaning into the clacking of teeth and the teasing little nips he leaves on your lower lip.

His thumb traces down the side of your neck and hooks at your clothes, tugging away at the fabric to stroke your now bare shoulder. Morax leaves no trace of skin untouched by his lips and he brushes down the line of your collar bone, his teeth flashing in the candle light till you feel him bite down at the spot with a muffled growl.

The rush of pain and pleasure has you pressing your face down into the mattress with reeling shock, any moan held back in the midst of the hazy shock lighting up inside you. The action was mostly unintentional, but you were glad it could have saved you any further embarrassment in Morax’s eyes.

“Not a sound?” he asks, licking his lips with a predatory tilt to his head, regarding every inch of you with voracity. You stubbornly refuse to respond, lips sealed tight with a set of eyelashes batting up at him. Morax likes a chase and you give it to him, no matter how small it may be. “No matter. We’ll see how silent you are by the end of the night.”

The words hang in the air like an impending omen. You do not doubt him.

His voice dips to a sultry whisper as he undoes your top and lets it slide past your shoulders and down your waist till it was bunched to the side and lay there forgotten. The storm rumbles outside your window, and the wind prickles at your skin. Between Morax eyeing you down, mapping out every detail with his fingertips and the chill in the air, your arms instinctively move to hug yourself.

“No.” His word was stern, absolute as he tugs at whatever covers your entirety from his gaze. “I’ve never seen you this shy before…adorable.” he purrs, stroking your cheek.

“Tease.” you test out.

Morax’s expression lapses to a playful smile in the midst of your indignation, leaning back to watch you with clear intent. He guides your legs around his waist and shifts you partly atop his lap, gently moving your hips to a slow grind against his torso. The sudden stimulation draws out a squeak, your cheeks set aflush.

“Beautiful…” his claws linger over your chest before it trails down to stroke your stomach. “You’re so soft, little love…” they stop at your shoulder, raking around the scar settled there, gnarled marks and torn flesh left behind by talons and teeth. You feel the flare of doubt and self consciousness flare back up, but it fizzles out when he bends to leave a kiss atop it.

It was hard to find a spot that he did not touch. Morax was precise, diligent, learning what spots made your squirm and whimper and shake beneath him with white hot pleasure. The rain’s roar was a distant muffle between the pleasant buzz in your head and Morax’s ragged breaths sounding in the otherwise quiet room. He hunches over you, nosing at your neck with near obsessive need, nipping, kissing — anything to cast on some semblance of his scent and essence.

Your chin nestles atop his shoulder, your sight trained upwards, oblivious to where Morax may choose to touch you next. The clinking of metal does draw in a few questions, most quickly answered when you feel his clothes give way and settle on your stomach. Then comes his teeth, sharp fangs sinking into you. You hardly register the moan you let out, or the heat that you sink into, desperate for more, for more skinship, for more of Morax.

“Beautiful.” he repeats, a growl bleeding into every syllable, down to the rumble in his chest. He still donned his pants, but most of his clothes now lay scattered across the mattress, pushed aside a moment later with an impatient huff.

You have seen Morax bare chested plenty of times before, when he first arrived wounded on the slope of your little mountain home. There was no denying he was a beautiful man, sharply lined with the faintest of silvered scars scattered beneath stark gold tattoos. “Morax.” you mutter, lacing your fingers into his, tugging at him instantly. “Keep going.”

He smiles.

“Patience.” he croons. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold back the swear resting on your tongue. “I have waited for so long…” his teeth don’t hold the old hesitance it did, now wholly marking you with delicious bruises and love bites. “...and I intend on savoring…” his lips linger on the line of your jaw, tickling your ear. “...each…” they brush down, down, down. “...bite…” and true to his words, he sinks his teeth down again.

Your hands tangle at his hair, his hair tie snapping to your insistent tugging till burnt brown strands pool around him. He looked a little wilder, with how his eyes glow beneath the shadow cast on his face. You comb through them with a soft “So pretty.” earning a flattered hum whilst he cups your breasts, chanting your name lovingly.

You gasp at the feel of a soft pinch on your nipples. Morax lights up, a dangerous splay of his fangs flashing in your field of vision before he engulfs one breast within his mouth, suckling, biting, devouring greedily and the other grows sensitive to his slow strokes. “M-Mor–AX!” Your mewls peak and your hands grab at his shoulders, his back, at the sheets —somewhere, trying to ground you to the sensation.

( He could hear your racing heart beneath his grasp and the sound of it makes Morax purr with an emotion so old and primal and possessive. )

He pulls away with a wet pop. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“H-hot.” you barely manage to blurt out. “Hot everywhere.”

That smile was back again, the one with the barest flash of primality. “Hot?” he repeats. You nod. It was hot, in your cheeks, your chest and your stomach and core — and you could hardly bring yourself to wait. With Morax’s resolve to take his slower pace. You curse his patience. You wish he was just as desperate.

“I am.” he muses nonchalantly, ducking down to take your other breast in his mouth. “I crave every inch of you. I want to hear you sing, wǒ qīn'ài de.” his hand drags down, teasing the inside of your thighs with circular strokes. You buck your hips into him with a pathetic whimper, and Morax pounces at the lapse, tugging your underwear down with a single fluid motion then pushing his fingers into your drenched heat.

“Oh how obscene.” he lilts, a delighted shine in his eyes, momentarily bringing his slickened digits for you to see. “You’re drenched.”

“Shut.” you snap, a depraved cry cutting you off as he teases at your entrance with one finger, thumbing up your core till he settles on your clit with a peased grunt. Your hips snap and shudder, tears slowly pricking at your eyes. It was an odd sensation, a buildup of pressure far greater than what you could coax out that tightens in your gut.

Morax slides a finger in, slowly, gently. “Ah — ” you bury your face into your mattress, spreading your legs further for him. He continues his slow thrusts, in and out and you revel in the sweet sensation. “Feels — f-feels good — ”

His scrutiny comes with its merits, stroking your walls with an out of place gentleness as he watches every shift, keen and whine with a deep found appreciation and yearning. “You’re quite tight, little one.” he rumbles. You warble in response, bucking your hips into him as the pressure steadily builds and builds and builds.

“I’ll be adding another.” he decides and he does, a second finger slipping in. the stretch stung and you fist at the sheets with a groan.

“N-no…t-too much — ah!” The broken whimper does elicit a sympathetic look from him and he kisses away the tears, thankfully easing his movements.

“I know, little love. I know.” you sink into his warmth, melting at the delicacy in how he holds you close. “But we’ll need to prepare you, don’t we? And you’re taking me so well too…” you think you are when the pain slowly subsides and the pleasure returns, your very being trembling when he scissors you. “Ah, witnessing the state you're in…it makes me wonder how well you’ll take something else of mine, hm?”

“M-morax!” you squeak, cheeks flushed. The embarrassing squelch from your core shuts you up immediately. You decide you’re better off muffling out your moans out of petty spite at this point and you seek your refuge in the covers, burying your face into your mattress.

Ha! You think, naively, foolishly, daring to assume that Morax would fold at the face of a challenge. A third finger slips through and the moan is smothered. You think you hear him chuckle and you think you see the excited flash in his eyes as he shifts and twists your body, laying you down on your stomach.

“So stubborn.” The delight is apparent in his cadence. His hand presses down at the small of your back, then his torso presses up against you, continuing his slow and agonizing thrusts with practiced pace. “The vitriol in your silence hardly diminishes how soaked you are. Your body is far more honest, it seems.”

“MMPH!”

You gasp, feeling his fingertips stroke your g-spot, pulling you apart at the seams and chipping away at your mind. Everything feels distant and muddled and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” you shut your eyes and curl up, bucking up into him uselessly. His weight restricted your movements and you doubt you could wiggle away for a temporary respite ( even if some masochistic part of you liked the deluge of sensations pile up steadily ). “I need words.”

Another thrust. You wail into your hands, whatever dogged decision to stay silent, now shattered. “Yes. Yes — P- please!” you haven’t the foggiest clue what you’re begging for at this point, but the fullness you feel from his fingers alone is enough. “L-like that. Morax please keep going.”

He adds a fourth finger.

“You keep tightening up…” he whispers, as if trapped in a trance of his own, your head lifting to press against his bicep while his movements momentarily slow to ease you in before his pace picks up and that slow, brutal torture begins again.

You squirm, squeal, bite into his arm with vigor. Morax laughs, kissing your temple with comforting croons. “Good.” he coos, dipping his nose into your hair with a victorious purr. Your thighs squeeze around him and your hips jolt forth. The pressure steadily building up in your stomach seems to crest while you chime out his name. Your orgasm seeps closer and closer and closer —

He pulls his fingers out and you bite back a cry, a protest, tears pooling out as dismay settles fast. Was it something you said? Was it something you’ve done? Why did he stop?

“Why…” you manage out, stroking his hair. Morax raises a brow then slides down, his lips latching onto your inner thigh with a groan. You fist at the sheets again, a vague idea coming to form between the haze and the jumbled confusion and disappointment and it sets a spark of excitement.

A pause.

Morax meets your gaze.

He smirks.

You stifle back a scream when he bows his head down and laves at your heat, catching the receding traces of your buildup and letting it reel in steadily. His tongue was greedy, warm, devouring you whole as he slicks it through your drenched folds, and — oh gods —

Whatever praise that you cry out turns into a feverish mantra being babbled out over and over, the sharp mountainous air taking on a headier scent. Your validation was enough to spur him on, it seems, every bit of Morax, from the practiced gentleness to his eagerness to undo you coming to shine with the fervor of a starved animal.

“Good.” he growls out, claws digging down a little harder into the softness of your thigh, his teeth and tongue grazing and toying at your clit. You clap your hands over your mouth once more, a squeak cut short, only to have them pinned down by him. He flashes you a warning glare before gold light illuminates your wrists and you feel the weight of geo press them down to your chest.

The cuffs were heavy, and they did their job well as you could only grab at air while his licks grow more languid. Your thighs were pushed back with a single fluid movement and a flustered cry escaped with your sudden exposure.

“Ah — ”

You tug at his hair, drawing out another delicious moan from his throat. Liquid gold appraises you, taking every detail in, between your fucked out expression and your twitching body. Morax presses against your sweet spots, and you could have sworn some strange magic were at play, with every careful thrust and every slow vibration. You could hard;y word out the state you were in, your mind all cotton wool with little thought.

Overwhelming…indescribable…that was a way to put it.

Morax does not complain about your growing insistence, your moans growing louder, your thighs squeezing round his shoulders, your attempts to free yourself from the stone shackles he placed on you.he must be just as far gone with your arousal in his mouth ( and that was true ). You hope he won’t turn to cruelty like the last time and deny you of your orgasm. It was a delirious pitch in the back of your mind, a soft cry.

“I-I think i’m close — ” you gasp, feeling that knot grow tight as the tell tale spill of an incoming release shudders up your spine and fingertips. Morax looks at you, the gold of his eyes wide and his pupils blown out with suppressed mischief. A well-timed thrust from his fingers served your undoing.

“Go on then.” he relents.

You sob into the sheets gratefully, pleasure rippling through as the coil snaps and you crumple and sink into a state of unawareness. You could only just register Morax sitting up, thumb swiping at his lips, licking away at the mess you made, smeared between his thighs and on him. “S-sorry!”

He shuts his eyes, quiet bliss washing over him. “I could devour you here and now…” he mutters in indulgence. He rubs your sore wrists down, pressing kisses against the expanse of skin with an apologetic smile. “You look tired. Shall we stop here?”

Alarm lines your features. “What about you?” you blurt out, bug eyed and still fatigued from your orgasm. Morax doesn’t respond, laying down next to you. You feel a bitterness line your mouth and you find yourself pushing your body up and crawling atop him. Morax opens one eye, amusement quirking at his lips.

“Oh?” he doesnt bother feigning surprise as his clawed grip settles on your hips. You try to hide yourself, embarrassment from your bold move hardly aiding in your focus as you slide his pants down and stare, he bore two of them, standing erect against your stomach. You helplessly glance at him.

“You’re…you’re big..” you tell him dumbly. “I-I don’t…I don’t think I can take both of them…” Morax chuckles.

“We’ll take it slow then. You only need one.” he decides, helping you up. You steady yourself on his shoulders, carefully laving your entrance with him before you lower yourself onto him, feeling the first telltale sting that has you stop with a whine. “Careful.” he speaks up, rubbing at your sides and you try to be, taking him bit by bit. Morax stretched you out in a way his fingers couldn’t and his second shaft rubs at your sore clit, leaving you jolting with sparks of pleasure.

He was roving every inch of you, biting down at his bottom lip when you clench around him. Every bit of him screamed of his self control hovering a step away from a more viscous beast. You don’t think you’re ready for what Morax tucks away in the corners of his mind, but you hope, hope that you could indulge him some day.

You were soaked enough for him to slip in with ease, a collective of your and his arousal trailing down with an audible squelch every time he dared to grind up a little more against you. “Fuck….” he whispers out, a rare lapse in demeanor. “D-does it hurt?”

“No.” you shake your head, a half lie. It stings, yes, but the slow haze of euphoria was pressing up and you knew he would stop if you showed the slightest sign of discomfort — and you did not want him to stop. Not with this lovely warmth, and with him holding you like you were the most delicate of flowers.

The sound he makes is animalistic and he thrusts, just a little, into you. He could hardly help himself, seemingly just as lost as you were ( and he was, with his parted lips and fluttering lashes ). You curl into him, pressing your face into his neck. “That’s it.” he whispers mindlessly. “Wonderful, y-you’re taking me so well…don’t rush now…”

You take the rest of him, seated snugly on his lap with a shaky mewl, tears pricking at your eyes. Morax bares his teeth, groaning freely as the air itself seems to crackle against you. You open your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but he pins you down with a single look. “Little minx.” he rasps.

A laugh bubbles up. You wonder if it’s from amusement, or from the overwhelming rush of dopamine or both.

He kisses the corner of your lips, gathering his bearings. “You’ve had your moment of fun, little love. Now move.”

“Yes sir…” you sigh, and do just that, lifting your hips just a bit before you rock back down onto him. “S-shit…s-so good…”

Morax hums, pursing his lips. His face was flushed and the tattoos on his arms were cast in gold and light. He takes matters into his own hands, pounding up into him with sudden force and your teeth chatter and your eyes roll back with a pathetic whimper.

A few marks of your own were delivered, from your nibbling as Morax continues to thrust up into your drenched cunt, and from your nails scratching at his back. His approval was punctuated by a particularly hard one, that made your head spin and had you see stars. You vaguely register the scent of petrichor through everything else.

“Morax — ”

The state you were in only behind to sink in. That he was inside you, that he was taking every chance to draw out these obscene sounds from your lips. Even gods could not escape the perversion of mortal desires. Was this even considered blasphemy at this point, when he seemed to be stuck on the same boat as you were, sinking so fast into his lust?

“ — so good for me.” he guides your legs around his abdomen, whispering your name with a weak whine. He bites at your neck, at the marks he inflicted, then soothes them with kisses. He rubs your back and strokes your hair, his tender touch contrasting against his rough movements, grinding into your sweet spots and paired with his second cock rubbing at your clit, you could only lose yourself a second time.

That knot tightens and you feel the onset of your release. It was close, fast coming and you tug at his hair to warn him. Morax growls, his tail winding round your ankle. You try to keep up, try to ride him, but his pace far outmatches yours, stretching you out, pulling you flush against him. You let him use you, your monks reaching a feverish peak, grasping a taste of heaven on your tongue.

“Morax — ah!”

He curls into you, around you with an engulfing embrace with whispered words being uttered into your ear, “Do you want to cum?” You jolt your head. “Then cum…”

And the bliss washes over you as you finally find it, slumping up into Morax;s patient arms with a near boneless stance. Your eyes met his, the hunger that still rages as he watches with awed fascination at how you come apart and piece back together again with teary eyes and a debauched smile.

“Beautiful.” he mumbles, then presses you face first into the sheets, still sheathed deep inside you. You only just realize he still has reached his own peak yet when he moves, absently reaching out for a pillow for you to grasp.

“God…M-morax — ” you were tired but with overstimulation settling fast and your own desires to see his pleasures being met, you bite into the pillow with a helpless whine. There was a rush in the pain you felt, from feeling all that pleasure wrap into a tight knot while he slicks back and forth into you, hitting your g-spot again with insistent grunts. His pupils were blown wide, like he was trying to take in as much of you as he could.

“M-more!” you blurt out then wince, feeling a hint of shame prick at you for being so greedy. It was about him now; sure you could put your own needs aside.

Morax however, smiles. “More?” he coos. “You want more?”

A gasp. You feel his hand settle on your clit, his untouched cock brush against your thigh. “Now who am I to deny you?” He continues his rough thrusts, godly stamina barely denting at his reserves and his pace. Perhaps that came with being an adeptus, this unending virility and endurance. Morax kisses at the back of your neck, laying down more marks to serve as a reminder for the next few days ( that you were, undoubtedly and irrevocably his now ).

Wanton moans pour out easily. Morax delights in them, carefully stimulating spots that were sure to bring the most out of you. The initial phase of searching and mapping out and learning was long gone — he was always quick to pick up on things, and things that make you fall apart into a quivering mess so easily were no exception.

It feels so good. So good —

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks. You feel sore in the best of ways and you nod. You don’t want him to stop. You don't ever want him to stop, drunk on the overstimulation, the euphoria, his cock, him —

Morax lets out a shaky exhale and slams even harder into you. “You’ll be my undoing...” he whispers and you turn your head, catching a glimpse of him. His straight faced composure was long gone, what careful parts of him he keeps hidden from sight having fallen over. Claws prickle at your ass, his eyes are trained on you, you you and when he meets your gaze, he captures your lips in a heated kiss.

“What kind of spell have you ensnared me with, little love?”

You could say the same thing. You try to, cut off by a rough grind on your clit. A lump builds up in your throat, vaguely recalling his small gestures of affection, his admissions, through your heat hazed mind and you arch your back into him to catch another kiss. Morax never needed to say the words and you were fine with it.

“I love you.” you tell him instead, taking everything you had to get your tongue to move. Morax freezes up. He shuts his eyes and strokes your cheeks and buries his face into your neck.

“My Qingxin.” he whispers, tenderly, lovingly. The faltering in his pace, the sloppier jerks of his hips, then undertones of strained control beneath his moans signal his release. You grasp at his free shaft, and the gasp that echoes out was a rewarding one as you stroke him along into his release. “In or out?” he grits out, stuttering for a second. You feel the drag of his cock against your walls. “In.” you blubber.

You blank out after, feeling the rush, the fullness, him spilling out of you, between your legs, onto the mattress, over your stomach. Morax lets out a shudder, his marks glowing a faint gold before he pulls out. His hand does not leave your clit. Coaxing your third peak out with gentle kisses and insistent mumbles. The pain was sharp but you drink it in, pride lining every crevice of you till you jolt, that pressure finally releasing.

“Thank you.” you mumble. Intimacy was always so foreign, and a kind touch was a far away thought. Morax settles down, pulling you to him as he kisses away the drying tears and the sated touch starvation. He kisses you on the lips. Then the tip of your nose. Then at the bites he inflicted.

“Rest.” he whispers.

The cadence of his voice made it hard to disagree with and you feel unconsciousness wash over you fast. You could vaguely make out the sheets being changed and a damp cloth washing you down.

Morax’s weight next to you was the last thing you register.

“Are you well?”

Morax could count the number of times you sought refuge beneath his arm, eyes roving the stalls in the harbor with caution and nervousness. Your jumpiness was an expected clause, and a slightly endearing one as he walks you along the streets as a mortal man and his lover. There were no gods in Liyue Harbor today, at least none the people were aware of.

“Zhongli.”

He turns his head. “Yes, love?”

You fall into earnest silence. “I think I'm going to freak out.” you say. As taught as a bowstring against him. You grip at his hanfu tighter. “They’re staring. Why are they staring?”

“I suppose a new face does bring raised brows. That…” he dips his head down, nose brushing against your cheek with a loving chuckle. “...and you look exceptionally beautiful today, love.” You tug at his sleeve. “Ah, would some food ease my flower’s nerves then?” another tug. He takes that as a yes.

Even so, Morax knew you. Qingxins were flowers that know the intimate dangers of the mountain side and the bustle of the harbor below. You will grow, as you do and you will adapt as you do, maybe slowly, maybe quickly. He knows not to rush it along and he contents himself with your company and your curious question and the bliss on your face when you try a skewer.

“Liyue is beautiful.” you admit after a while. “Crowded, but beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not used to this.” you tell him for the umpteenth time, quick, apologetic and Morax has none of that ( why would he ever see it fit to fault you? ). He takes your hand, pressing a fluttering kiss on your palm.

You shoot him a flustered glare. He smiles. “We’ll take our time. This old man has much to spare.” and he does.

He’ll wait millennia if it is for you.

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Symphony part 4)

xiao x adeptus reader

note(s): reader is a singer, female reader.

angst, death, mention of pregnancy, idk what else, this might not be the last part but idk when I'll update this little series again.

Xiao was the last to step into this new area where they all spot an all familiar figure facing towards what seemed a large tree up ahead.

"That's good, she hasn't approached it yet." Aether comments as they look over at the woman who seem not to notice their presence yet but they're wrong as she looks back at them all while keeping her back to them.

There's a look in her eyes that they can't quite see just yet.

"?!"

Aether pulls Xiao back as Y/n's fist barely misses his head by an inch as a few of his hair scatter in the wind in front of him as she jumps back, completely unfaded.

"I thought I told you to leave this place, Aether. It won't do any good on your mind if you stay here to long." She says without battling an eye, her eyes set on them, "you even brought Xiao back here."

Xiao stands back up with the help of Aether who looks up at her, "he's your family is he not?"

She lets out a scoff at this, "family? The only family I had was my son and he's been dead for a long time. Now he decides that he wants to play his part as my husband after all this time?"

"You altered my memories of you and S/n!" Xiao yells. "If I had just knew you were—"

He pauses upon feeling such a heavy aura coming from her as she are glared at him with such hatred that made he go quiet.

"Alter? I never did that, I simply blocked those memories off for simply 200 years."

His eyes widen, "200....years?"

The woman summons a flute out of thin air and begins to play it, Aether watches as Xiao slumps to the ground. His hands grasping the side of his face as a memory plays out in his mind.

"Tell me, Aether." He looks up to see Y/n summoning a sword, "do you intend to stop me?"

Aether looks at Xiao, thinking for a bit before standing up, summoning his blade as he narrows his eyes at her. Y/n sighs softly while closing her eyes, "I wished things did not have to end this way but I did not wait this long to be stopped by an outlander traveler and the Conqueror of Demons."

Holding the blade in a fighting stance, she glares at him before teleporting out of sight and in front of him, swinging her blade above her head, aiming for the blonde who's quick to react.

Dodging her blade swiftly as the two leave Xiao behind to deal with his own problems of the past.

—

The quiet mumbling came from a room where you laid in bed, bandages wrapped around your eyes as well as all over your body. Barely having any strength to move your lips as you whisper to Morax who sits beside the bed.

".....I can't feel anything..." You mutter as Morax frowns, it pains him to see you in a state like this, so defeated and fragile. Yet, he stays quiet as he holds your hand that's limp in his.

"...am I dead?"

He shakes his head, "no, you're alive. You're a survivor, Y/n."

"..then why..why do I feel so empty inside?" You head moved slightly to where the sound of voice his heard. "S/n...where is S/n?"

Morax shuts his eyes tightly. "Morax, where is my son?"

He takes a moment, not sure if he should break the news. It seems like you don't remember anything when you lost control.

"S/n is dead."

Xiao feels his heart wretched at the scene and he feels tears building up yet he refusing to acknowledge them as one slips down his cheek upon hearing your quiet sobs as Morax breaks the news to you.

It's all coming back to him, every moment he spent separating himself from Y/n and S/n, trying to protect them from afar but instead of doing that, he did the complete opposite.

He hurt them for a long time for not being there.

"..Xiao?"

He looks up to see you standing in front of him, the bandages over your eyes are still but it seems like you were recovering well.

"Where were you?" Your voice is so quiet and it sounded strained as if you've been crying for a long time.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, he knows you can't here as this was just a fragment of his memory.

"Xiao, please answer me." You told there in black attire, "the funeral was today....where were you?"

He remembers this well, "it's none of your concern."

Yes, remembers you running up to running to him, grabbing him by the collar.

"Where were you?! At a time like this, you couldn't even attend your own son's funeral!"

"Lady Y/n, it's time to head back inside." One of the nurses who was assigned to watch over you, tried to pull you away.

—

Aether rolls onto the ground, coughing violently as he fails to get back up as your footsteps head towards him.

"Tired already?"

You mock him, sword in one hand as you walk towards his weak figure. Struggling to get up, he looks up at through his bangs.

"The deal with Zhongli," he says, making you raise a brow, "is this what you truly want?" He stands up, catching his breathe as you stop.

"Of course, if you had the chance to change fate, you would see my actions are nothing but pure intentions."

You watch as Aether groans, another headache coming as you catch the blade he swung at you with your hand. The metal cutting through your glove and digging into your hand as blood begins to drop down your elbow as he pushes it down.

"At this rate, you'll suffer more from the effects of this place. The headaches you're experiencing will only get worse the longer you stay here."

Throwing his sword to the side, you watch him fall to the ground, no longer having any energy to fight back as he watches helplessly as you raise your sword up.

"Once this all done, no one will remember what happened here, goodbye traveler, thank you for keeping me company till now."

A loud clink is heard as a polearm blocks your sword as you pushed it down.

"Traveler, are you alright?" Xiao asks Aether before pushing your sword back as he takes tnis opportunity to grab the blonde and teleport away from you.

"I'm fine, a bit tired." He says as he's helped on his feet by the Yaksha. "I couldn't land a blow on her, she's too fast."

They look up to see you standing, looking over at tree in the distance before walking towards it as if in a trance.

"With the energy given to her by Mr. Zhongli, she's unstoppable."

"Energy?"

"From the gnosis, she had it for a time before giving it back to Mr. Zhongli. She was harvesting enough for herself for this, she told me."

Both of them came up with a plan, Xiao would stay while Aether went back outside to talk with Zhongli.

"Y/n, I'm sorry."

You pause, glancing back at him before turning to face him completely.

"If you're truly sorry, leave."

"I won't."

He summons his polearm as you do the same, a polearm so similar to his you're holding.

The battle continues.

At some point during the fight, he manages to kick your polearm out of your hand, leaving your defenseless but just as you did with Aether, you catch his attack with your bare hand, trapping him before sending a blow to his side.

He grunts as he's thrown aside by your kick as you walk over to pick your weapon.

"Do you know who this used to belong to?" You glance back him, eyes meeting each other as he catches his breathe.

"Zhongli gave it to S/n, he wanted it modeled after yours with his own personal touches." You examine it, your blood smears it as you run your finger on it, touching initials engraved on it as it cuts through your skin.

Just like Aether, he wasn't able to do much damage to you, only landing a few minor blows on you.

Feeling a tingling sensation on your hand, you look down to find your hand turning amber with black veins, making you drop the weapon as you lift both your hands, trembling at the sight of it spreading.

A bit confused, Xiao glances at your hands, his eyes widen at the sight as well. "We need to leave, now!" He says as you look up at him frightened. He holds out a hand for you to take and you hesitate as you see your other hand growing amber.

"If you leave, you won't accomplish anything you worked so hard to make happen. This is your only chance."

A voice rings in your head as you clench your hands before turning away from Xiao, catching him of guard as you begin running towards the tree.

"Y/n! No!" He runs after you, catching up as he lunges at you, making you two fall to the ground, rolling a bit before stopping.

"Get off!" He holds your arms down, restricting you from escaping and you struggle to get him off as he hovered above you.

"Get of me." You say angrily before your eyes widen as he leans his head into your neck, muttering a few words.

"Stop...this won't bring him back, we both know."

You're stun at his words before your brows furrow, your knee begin to aim for his stomach.

"You," you kick him, sending him off you as you stand up, "....have no idea how long I waited for this moment."

A weapon he hasn't seen for so long appears in your hand, a white lance, your original weapon.

"If you wish to stop me, prepare to be killed, no one is getting in my way anymore." You say with a cold tone as you feel your body growing in power, a broke mask appearing on your face, covering the top of it.

A dark aura surrounding you before swinging your lance to the side, having a firm grip on the handle.

"...this power, the power of an Archon...." A distorted laugh escape your lips, "it feels great."

You're lost control with your karmic debt, Xiao thinks as he sees how much dark energy radiates from you.

This time, you're faster than last time as you grab him by the throat, a sickness grin on your lips as you hold him up, your fingers put more pressure on his throat.

Your eyes widen, the color of your eyes flicker to their original color, a gasp leaves your mouth as you drop him.

"...no."

You take a step back, gripping your chest as he looks at you confusedly before.

"...leave..." You breathe out as the pain growing more, "...I can't hold it back..so many years without bloodshed—"

You're silent now, the hand that was gripping your chest, falls to your side and Xiao stands up, summoning his polearm.

He knew what was about to happen. He knows he can't defeat you alone, your powers are far greater than his.

He dodges your lance, jumping back, he always wondered why someone like you, someone so powerful and caring ended up choosing him out of all people.

He knew he couldn't bring you happiness yet you still decided to have a family with him, his neglected actions made you this way.

He was the reason why you turned away, putting yourself off from everyone, putting walls around you to prevent any more hurt.

He jumps to the side, avoiding the blades you threw at him.

If he was there for S/n's life, maybe he wouldn't have tried so hard to follow his footsteps that led him to do such action that him killed... protecting you.

Sacrificing himself for your sakes.

He takes a step back, the grip on his polearm is strong as he looks up to see you gathering energy to kill him off in one blow.

He can't help but feel mesmerized at the scene in front of him.

Your lance aimed at him at such a fast speed as hydro is infused with it, droplets of water hits you in the face, leaving a blue slash as you cut down Xiao.

A single tear rolls down your face as the everything is clear once more.

Your throat is now the amber color that covered your hands as the black veins creeps up on your face.

Dropping the lance, you take a look where Xiao stood moments ago before you killed him. Slowly turning around, stumbling forward the tree as tears run down your face without you noticing.

—

Xiao opens his eyes to find himself leaning up against Aether, holding him by the waist.

Looking up slowly to see S/n blocking the attack, holding a broken lance as he pushes it back before teleporting them from Y/n's eyes.

"That lance..." S/n looks down at it, lifting it up to show Xiao.

"It belonged to her, well what was left of it after she lost control in my reality." He explains.

He looks out to see Y/n walking towards the tree before hiding again.

"How are you able to hide us?" Aether asks as S/n looks at him before avoiding his eyes, a bit shamed.

"I made a contract as well, for the same reason." He admits. "Now I see how it a wrong choice, the one suffering to succeed that idea is dying... is her."

He kneels down to Xiao, "we both suffered the same, she and I are no different, mourning the death of each other. I saw how she cried everyday as I did the same and the support we had was Uncle Zhongli."

"It was wrong for me thinking I could bring her back." He stands up, walking away before giving one last glance at Xiao, he smiles at him.

"So when this is all over, promise me you'll be there for each other."

They're both teleported outside, Paimon and Zhongli stood there waiting. "Aether! Xiao!"

She flies over to them, relieved to see them after all this time. "You're okay! But where's Y/n and S/n?"

—

Looking up at the tree, you place your hand on it, watching as multiple branches begin to grow on it and you smile for a moment before feeling pain from your stomach.

Looking down, you see a thick chain stained with your blood, implied before it rips itself out.

Coughing out blood as you fall forward, leaning up against the tree for support as your eyes widen, not from the pain, but rather the voice you hadn't heard in so long.

Holding your stomach, you slowly turn around and arms wrap around you, catching by surprised.

"Mom."

Your eyes water almost immediately, hearing your son call you 'mom' after so long...felt so bittersweet as you him close.

"S/n, I missed you..so much." Your voice breaks in between as you pull back to take a good look of his face. Holding the sides of his face as he smiles at you, his lips trembling as his tears roll down his face.

"I'm sorry for everything, it's all my fault—maybe if I wasn't distracted....you wouldn't have died...maybe father would be happy." He leans into your touch as you frown, tears now rolling down your face from his words.

"...the things I said about him too, I never said sorry to that argument we had about him."

You knew what he was talking about, years before the war started, a heated argument happened between you two about Xiao and your duties as a Yaksha.

"You don't need to apologize for anything, I may not be your mother from your reality but you're still my son nevertheless and I know that, that me would say the same. So please, try to get closer for those feelings you harbor inside."

You smile at him before hugging him again, trying to memorize everything because soon, everything will be turn back to normal.

"just know, I love you so much."

"I love you too." He mutters, suddenly feeling you twist him around so his back as facing the tree as a sicken sound of flesh being implied is heard. Blood splattering across his cheek as his eyes widen as he feels himself being teleported out by you.

"Mom—"

Throwing up blood, you look down to see the same chain through your chest before gasping as your legs, arm and shoulders as your body is lift off the ground slightly.

Pupils shaking at the pain as your eyes begin to flutter shut, losing your strength before using the last energy given by Zhongli to summon your lance as you rip your arm from the chain to grab a hold of it.

Finger grasping it as you turn your body, despite making the wounds worse and wiping away the chains that bind you.

Breathing heavily, the weapon falls to the floor before you fall, body feeling heavy as you lay there motionless.

Many thoughts go through your mind as the last bit of your energy fades as you stare at the tree, watching as everything around you is crumbing and shaking

The area you're in is closing in on itself as the floor crumbs under underneath as your body slowly start fall off.

Yet your eyes are on the tree, almost no light in them as you feel your body slipping off and you don't have the energy to stop it.

Falling off head first, your eyes close for the last time as you mutter something you wished you had time to say.

"I could save you then.....so let me save you now.

Live, S/n."

—

Zhongli and the rest quickly regain consciousness to find themselves back in the city as the people pick themselves up, confused on they all collapsed.

"I remember hearing someone singing." They look over to see a couple scratching the back of their heads.

"Yeah, me too."

Everyone is talking among themselves before someone looks up, shouting as they point up at the sky.

"Hey, is that someone fall from the sky?"

Everyone looks up to see a figure falling towards the ocean at a rapid speed. Zhongli tries figure it out, narrowing his eyes before small footsteps are head running by them.

They all look down to see Qiqi running, as she mumbles a few things and they're able to catch a few words.

"...Qiqi must save lady..."

They all follow her and they're able to ask her who was talking about. With a finger up to her lips, she mumbles, "she gives Qiqi coconut milk....lady Y/n is Qiqi's favorite."

Xiao looks up but it seems like Y/n had already fallen into the ocean and before anyone else could stop him, he jumps into the cold waters.

Swimming deeper, his eyes adjusting to the darkness but he can't seem see the h/c haired anywhere as it's too dark to see anything that's in front of him.

"I can only provided limited support, use this chance to find her."

Without questioning the voice that rang his mind, he spots something glowing in the distance although it's growing faint as he swims towards it.

There he sees the hydro vision sinking besides the h/c haired, no sign of movement as he grabs ahold of her wrist, grabbing ahold of the lance and vision before wrapping her arm around her waist.

Gasping for air, he hears Paimon's voice from a far. "There he is!"

A small boat is sent over him and carries back to where everyone is waiting. There, Qiqi and Baizhu are on stand by and the green haired male begins to perform CPR.

But after a few tries, he finally gets a faint pulse.

The vision Xiao holds begins to light up once more.

—

Your eyes flutter open, opening half away as look around slowly and you couldn't recognized where you're at. You could make out some gifts and flowers in the room you're in before the quiet is interrupted with yelling coming from outside.

You could hear Verr's voice and it clicks on your mind that you're at the Inn and you sigh.

Slowly getting up, wincing at the pain from moving as you try to walk to the window to look outside. Peeking outside, you sees it's nighttime and the cold air breeze calms you down.

"when one's vessel dies, it can't be revived. To save him, I only created new possibilities in the past."

You soak out loud, "is that enough for an explanation for you, Zhongli?"

He closes the door behind him, "what you did was enough to kill you," looking down at your bandaged hands, touching your neck as well.

"Those futures will belong to him."

He sighs, but you smile looking out into the sky. Happy to have seen him for so long, "He'll be alright, I know it."

A wave of dizziness hits you and he's quick to catch you, walking you back to the bed. "Get some rest, Xiao will be soon."

You tilt your head at his words, and he notices, "he was the one that insist to keep you here for your recovery."

The rest of the night, you're writing something in your notebook, wincing once in a while before the door opens.

Xiao stands there's a bit surprised to see you awake.

He stands there awkwardly as you close the book, placing it on the night stand before gesturing him to walk over.

Before bringing you into a tight hug, leaning his head against your shoulder as you pat his back to comfort him.

"You're an idiot." He mumbles as you slightly laugh, smiling as you rest your head against his.

"....hm, I know."

The rest of the night, you begin to explain everything to him. "When a vessel dies, they can't be revived unless you have the power to somehow change the past physically. That was originally my plan but...an old friend suggested otherwise."

He changes the bandages on your arm, noticing that the wounds haven't healed much. "she was the one who helped me into that space we were in, although I'm not sure what it was, she told me if managed to touch the tree, it would create possibilities in the past."

You cough, making him tense up but you tell him you're fine and once he's done, you open up your book to go back to work.

"Moving your arms will only make things worse." He tells you, making you look up at him when he notice you wincing, "it's better to rest, you can work when you're better."

You blink at this before giving him a small smile, "I think you're right."

You can obviously tell things are awkward between you two, knowing how he was and how closed off you are, it make things hard to bring up a conversation.

"...once you're fully healed, you can go back to your life like before, forget about me and be happy with someone else.....if that's what you want."

He's ready to walk out before you speak up, making him stop in his tracks.

"I should be saying that to you," he turns back around, confusion written all over his face, "after everything I've done, blocking off your memories and fighting you, it should be you being happy and moving on from me."

He scoffs at this, turning his head away from you, "when we promised to always stay together, I intend on keeping my end of it." The tip of his ears are red and you sigh, 'that goes against what you just said moments ago....oh well.'

You think to yourself, noticing that he turned back around, facing the door, "plus, I promised S/n I would fix things with you. I'll be back later, until then, take it easy and rest."

He walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving you stunned at his words, "....he said that?" You mutter, falling back into the pillows and drifting off to sleep, "...s/n.."

Hours ago by and Xiao is back, he had expected you to be awake but to his surprised, you were deep asleep and brushes off a couple of strands of hair on your face before leaning forward.

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "I'll make things right, I promise." He mutters, caressing your hair gently.

a/n: the ending was kinda rushed but oh well. Maybe I'll write like a epilogue to this one day.

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dawn-moths · 2 years ago

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“Silk robes & Jasmine tea”

Zhongli x Female Reader

word count: 9,000+

(You’ve been living with Zongli for some time now but still feel like there’s so much you don’t know about the man you love. One morning, after discovering him discussing business with a member of the Fatui, you find yourself with even more questions about who— or perhaps what— Zhongli really is. But your lover is quick to distract you with all the luxuries Liyue has to offer, keeping you tucked away in this world of wealth and perfection he’s surrounded you with. Still though, once the shimmering haze of opulence begins to fade, you can only hope that Zhongli knows what he’s getting himself— and you, by association— into.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff and smut, Childe makes a cameo, Zhongli has lowkey sugar daddy vibes, size kink, mention of virginity loss, oral (giving and recieving), Zhongli is mostly sweet to you but gets a little rough during sex sometimes, you and Zhongli are just so devoted to each other like this is some “till death do us part” kind of romance, almost 5,000 words of this is smut, again sorry if not everything is congruent to lore.

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Golden sunlight spills in from the bedroom windows, one of the embroidered curtains drawn back from the tall, wide panes of spotless glass and allowing the luminescence to blanket over your resting form from where you lay tangled among the many layers of silk sheets. You begin to stir, eyelids fluttering and a soft groan humming in your throat as you stretch, wincing with slight pain as the previous night returns to you in quick bursts of color— the cool shades of twilight contrasting with the honey warm glow of your lover’s gaze as he filled your entire being with so much pleasure you could’ve drowned in it.

Zhongli always tried to be careful with you, treat you as delicately as possible like the beautiful silk flower you were, but even he couldn’t control himself sometimes. For as refined and gentlemanly as he carried himself towards outsiders, there was a beast beneath the benevolence.

A beast that only you could satisfy.

You didn’t necessarily mind though. For as much as you appreciated his gentle care and loving caress, you equally enjoyed his rougher side as well— the way he could pin both your wrists over your head with one massive fist, sucking bruises into your tender flesh as his hips snapped relentlessly against your inner thighs, forcing those adorably delectable moans and whimpers to spill from you with every thrust.

For such a common occurrence, every time with him still found a way to make itself new, to reignite your desire for one another— your need— until the passion evolved into a wildfire, consuming you both in its saccharine heat.

However now, as you rolled over to cuddle back up to your love on his side of the bed, you found him missing, the silk sheets gone cold from the absence of his warmth. Usually, after such a long love making session, Zhongli tended to sleep in just as late as you, sometimes even later, both of you rising closer to the afternoon hours. But today he was already up and about.

Perhaps he’s gone to put on the tea, you reasoned with yourself, sitting up in bed and absentmindedly combing your fingers through the gentle tangles forming in your hair, gazing out the window at the sky and the city that sat beneath it for a little while until you realized just how much time was getting away from you.

When you figured that Zhongli probably wasn’t going to return anytime soon, you wrapped yourself up in one of his many silk robes, pulling the material tighter around your shoulders and chest as a light shiver scurried over your skin, and emerged from the master bedroom, the double, gold embellished doors baring sculptures of dragons— the biggest and most prominent one being the Geo Archon, Morax— curling over the polished wood slowly sweeping closed soundlessly behind you.

As your little feet made light pitter-patters down the stairs and over the cold marble floors, you began to hear the quiet mingling of voices echoing from down the long hallway leading to the main living room. One was the deep, rich lilt of Zhongli— a sound that could always bring you comfort or excite butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach— but the other voice was one you didn’t recognize.

“…assure you the trade will be fully worth your while,” the unfamiliar tone promised with a practiced kind of cheeriness, “you have my word.”

The closer you approached, the better you could make out what was being said, steps slowing as you tried to catch more of the conversation yet feet still carrying you nearer to hear every last detail.

“And what will she do with it,” Zhongli asked, his tone sounding different than you were used to, all of his kindness turned to something harsh and demanding, the warm, lazy-dripping honey hardening into cold, jagged gemstone. “Once she has it, won’t she just continue to terrorize the other nations?”

You stopped short.

What could he possibly be referring to? And who was this person Zhongli was having such a serious conversation with?

“Why she wants it is as much a mystery to me as it is to you,” the stranger sighed, his confusion just dramatic enough to almost read as a cover up for a lie. “But I think the more important matter here is that she can give you what you want. And, at the end of the day, what is all of this other than just another contract?”

Inching closer, you could just barely peer around the archway that led into the room, catching sight of your lover, who hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.

Zhongli was already dressed for the day, the silky robe that billowed behind him like liquid gold as he paced the mansion halls in the morning traded for the many layers of his more formal attire, his long hair tied back with his favorite amber accessory and laying perfectly as it tended to do. Sitting on the opposite facing couch, however, was a tousled mass of auburn hair and grey clothing, a splash of red snaking over the stranger’s shoulders.

“You know she’s the only one who could ever fulfill a wish as grand as yours, right?” the unfamiliar visitor continued, baiting Zhongli on to something, but what exactly you still did not understand. It was when you saw Zhongli’s expression darken into something borderline dangerous that you truly felt fear at witnessing this interaction.

“I understand,” Zhongli replied. “I still require some time to think things over, however—”

Amidst their serious conversation, you tried to step back and press your back to the wall so you could listen in under more cover, but Zhongli caught sight of you just before you could continue to eavesdrop, one of those calm smiles upturning his lips as his gaze fell upon you and softened back into a look befitting of the man you loved. “Ah…” he began, the stranger whose back was facing you now turning halfway to glance over his shoulder at the unexpected visitor. “You’re awake.”

“I-I didn’t mean to—” interrupt, you were going to say, but Zhongli beckoned you further into the room with the assurance that everything was alright.

And you hesitated. Not because you thought you’d be in trouble for catching the confidential details at the end of a business meeting, but because of the way the ginger-haired young man studied you with that piercing blue stare of his. It was predatory— like some vicious condor locking in on its quarry before making the dive down to sink its sharp talons in deep.

Despite the fact that he was grinning, there was something about him that you didn’t trust, the expression forced and cold. You made sure to walk around the side of the couch opposite to where he was perched, his stare and suspicious smirk following you all the way to where you curled up next to Zhongli on the opposite facing sofa.

As he combed his long fingers gently through your hair, Zhongli took the opportunity to introduce you to his “friend”, “business partner”, whoever this intimidating and unfamiliar man was.

“Darling, this is Childe,” he began, your gaze flicking back to the guest across from you for a mere moment before returning to hiding in the safety of your lover’s embrace.

“A Harbinger of the Fatui,” Childe added gleefully, giving you a nod. “Nice to meet you!”

Your eyes widened a fraction then, flashing a look of fear at the Fatui before meeting the soothing amber of Zhongli’s gaze with confusion and concern. Because why would Zhongli need to be associating with someone like him? Was he in some kind of trouble? Were you, by association?

“The two of us were just coming to…” Zhongli hesitated for a moment, searching his mind for the right words as he and Childe locked eyes. “…a trade agreement,” he settled on, then quickly changed the subject by asking you, “Are you hungry? The tea should still be hot.” It sounded more like he was brushing it off, but you could try and fish for answers later. For you, it was still too early for this. So you shook your head, that minute expression satisfying your lover’s need for an answer.

Zhongli began to give Childe the usual formal farewells, all the while not seeming to notice— or at least, not seeming to mind— the way the Harbinger’s stare slowly swept up and down your figure, eyes hungry for something that you hoped was just in your imagination. You pulled the robe tighter around yourself and curled up even closer to Zhongli, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Well then!” Childe beamed as he stood from the couch and prepared to take his leave. “I look forward to doing business with you!” He then glanced your way, giving you a wink and adding on through a mischievous chuckle as he said what you were sure was meant to be directed more at Zhongli despite the deliberate eye contact made with you, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

Zhongli walked him out, the two of them muttering and whispering some last minute comments you couldn’t hear until the unsettling stranger disappeared behind the grand entrance doors. You’d hung back, half hidden behind one of the mansion’s arches further down the hall and looking over at Zhongli with those puppy dog eyes of yours.

You wished he’d just tell you something— anything— regarding his life before the two of you had met. But Zhongli was as good at deflecting probing questions as he was at keeping secrets, and anytime you’d tried to press he’d just given some vague reply about how “everyone has a past” or some such about running off to Liyue to “start a new life” before distracting you with something shiny and new for a little while.

But the cycle would always inevitably repeat, your curiosity always rising back to the surface no matter how far into the trenches Zhongli thought his expensive gifts could sink it.

He couldn’t help but give a bittersweet sigh as he turned and saw you, elegantly striding to meet you once more and slipping an arm around your waist, hugging you closer to his side as the two of you began to migrate towards the dining room. “What ever is the matter, my love?” he asked, the question sincere yet concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you mumbled, little fingers nervously fidgeting with the tassels on the belt of the robe. “Why would the Fatui…?” need to be in contact with you? What do they want with you? Why was one just sitting so casually in our home? Are you going to be ok? Are we? You had so many inquiries yet none seemed to be able to form as words.

Zhongli kissed the top of your head, stroking his thumb along your hip through the thin fabric of the robe as he once again assured you that you had nothing to worry about, then changing the subject to distract you with the day’s itinerary, which would involve some of your most favorite things— shopping and nice restaurants and gorgeous views— only the best that Liyue had to offer as you and your lover walked arm in arm.

“So why don’t you go and get dressed…” he suggested with a kind smile, carefully taking your face in his hands and gazing into your eyes with all the adoration in the world, “And then we shall go out and enjoy ourselves, yes?”

At this, you decided to let the morning’s Fatui incident drift to the back of your mind and instead opted to focus on the day’s more alluring activities. You put on your favorite outfit, styled your hair to lay perfectly, and met Zhongli back downstairs where he was sipping at his third cup of tea that morning as the blown glass chandelier in the shape of the Geo Archon danced above his head, small amber light refractions scattered about the room as a glint of sunlight kissed the twisting sculpture.

“How do I look?” you asked as you gave a twirl, Zhongli taking in your appearance and gracing you with another one of those soft smiles you loved to see him wear, especially when you knew that you were the cause of such gentle joy.

“Absolutely exquisite, my dear,” he complimented pleasantly, standing from his seat to approach you, brushing back a strand of hair that had come loose during your spin and tucking it behind your ear. “Now, are you ready to go?”

You nodded, your grin one of building excitement, the kind that crept into your glittering eyes, and then, with your arm interlocked with his, you and Zhongli left the ornate comforts of the mansion and began your stroll towards the streets of Liyue.

And thus, the cycle began once more.

***

Zhongli had spent six thousand years wandering this earth.

Six thousand years to discover every beautiful flower and enchanting sunset and glittering jewel.

But still, even with an abundance of lifetimes and the pleasures that he’d witnessed within them, the day he spotted you he’d realized that he’d never experienced true beauty before then.

Even from all the way up in the heavens where only gods could reach, Morax noticed you as clearly as brilliant noctilucous jade illuminating a darkened cavern, his golden gaze glazing over with this sudden urge— this sudden want— to collect you for his own before anyone else could claim such a rarity for themselves.

And so the Archon was drawn down from his ethereal perch, forced to take on a lesser human form, in the eyes of the other gods, but willing to trade all his power and status just to walk beside you. Perhaps you were an adeptus— he speculated as he got closer, weaving in and out of the afternoon crowds to chase his sudden desire— because how could a mere human appear so perfect?

And you, so unaware of the effect you had on him, this tall, handsome man who was nothing but a stranger before that day, a face you would’ve noticed no doubt, but perhaps forgotten overtime if not made proper introduction.

You, who had simply been going about your daily errands, stolling with grace and leisure without a care in the world.

You, who’d apologized so sweetly when you’d backed away from a window where you’d been admiring a newly tailored dress by your favorite designer who you could only dream of affording only to bump into something warm and firm.

“It’s quite alright,” Zhongli had assured you once you turned and met eyes, your face beginning to burn the moment you saw him. “The fault is mine, I assure you.” He’d extended a gloved hand, the gesture gentle and inviting. “Won’t you tell me your name?”

As you answered, you’d lightly placed your own hand in his, and, while you’d at first expected him to shake it like you saw so many business men doing with each other on the daily around the city of contracts, you instead released a small, quiet gasp when the beautiful man bowed his head, lightly clasping your dainty little hand and pressing a soft kiss to the top of it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he grinned, his smile soft yet sincere. “My name is…” He’d hesitated a moment, just long enough to think but not so much so as to draw any suspicions from you. “My name is Zhongli.”

And so you’d then become formally acquainted, and the man who might’ve once just been an attractive stranger pacing the streets with undefined purpose became Zhongli, a gentleman who you often found yourself running into whenever you took an outing in the busier parts of town.

He’d accompany you on your errands sometimes, remember things you’d mentioned you liked when you spotted them in passing and then surprising you later on with those gifts, anything to show you— to prove— that his intentions were pure and true, and that, if you’d have him, he’d like to make you his, and in return he would become yours as well.

There were extravagant trips across neighboring nations and fancy dinners and lavish clothing— all these luxurious gifts showered over you before you could even find the time to dream them up.

And then he’d invited you to come live with him, luring the glittering jewel he so desired right into his cave to collect the treasure once and for all. But he loved you. And you loved him. So of course you’d said yes. The word had rolled off your tongue before any ounce of logic could intervene. But Zhongli did not intend to keep you like a bird in a beautiful cage. He was simply just protective over his precious treasure, wanted to ensure that you were safe and happy at all times.

After the shimmering, golden haze of your new life had dulled a little, you’d realized that everything comes with a price, even if money never seemed to be an object to someone like Zhongli.

So what was the catch, you sometimes wondered, what was the debt that was going to be due?

It became apparent that the currency of secrets and information held much more weight than Mora did, for Zhongli knew almost everything about you, yet you felt like you’d barely scratched the surface on who he was, what he’d been through in his life up until now.

You could easily gather simple facts, like how silk robes and jasmine tea were just commonplace in the ornate mansion you now called your home, or that Zhongli had a habit of taking a long, hot bath at the end of the day if he was feeling particularly stressed. You knew he was a trusted consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, but whenever you asked to know more about the responsibilities that the title required, he always gave a vague answer or just changed the subject.

You knew there must be more to it than he was letting on, and that, whatever it was, it provided more than enough funds to live this kind of lifestyle. Anytime you mentioned anything about money, even just the innocent wondering of how much something cost in one of the high end stores you two were so used to frequenting by now, Zhongli would always just remind you not to worry about it.

“There’s no need to look at price tags,” he’d told you time and time again. “Money is no object to me and I don’t want you to feel like it should be to you either.”

Again, it was easy to just bat your eyes and smile sweetly and forget about the fact that, even with such pretty, reassuring words, everything has a cost. Most of the time, that’s just what you did, at least in the moment. It would only be afterward, oftentimes when you were laying in bed beside him late at night, unable to sleep as the doubts came creeping in, that you’d realize that his lack of explanation for so many things bothered you.

But he was so sweet to you. He was always thinking of you. He had this awkward sort of charm that you knew was reserved only for private moments between the two of you when his pristine facade faltered just enough to let something a little more real shine through.

Zhongli only ever wanted to make you happy, to take the very best care of you, to reward his perfect little princess with any and everything she could ever want because, for him, your debt had already been paid.

All Zhongli had ever wanted was to love someone who loved him in return, and you’d given him that long ago.

So yes, while there was indeed a price to be paid for everything, that price perhaps was not always something that needed to be taken in order to be fulfilled, but given instead. And you were more than capable of giving all of your love to the man you truly wished to spend the rest of your life with— however short in the terms of an Archon’s experience may it be.

***

As the sun set over Liyue, pantones of peach and pearl swaying over the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves across the harbor, you and Zhongli returned home. Half of your shopping bags hung from one of your arms, the others dangling from his grasp, allowing both of your free hands to remain clasped together until he broke the touch to hold the front door open for you.

“After you, my love,” he smiled, voice calm and even like always. You hummed out a delighted giggle and walked past him, replying with a sweet and timid “thank you” before setting your bags down by the staircase and waiting for Zhongli to come inside.

As he approached you, you expected him to set the rest of your bags down and suggest you two migrate into the living room for more conversation and perhaps another cup of tea, but instead he grabbed up the bags you’d set down and started up the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at you when he didn’t hear you following and saying, “Come, now, darling. I have a surprise for you.”

Excitement and curiosity filled your chest, a beaming smile lighting up on your face as you ran up the stairs to catch up with him.

“What is it?” you asked with innocent enthusiasm. You knew he wasn’t going to tell you yet you could never resist trying to pry anyway.

Zhongli cracked a small grin and hummed a low, pleasant note. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Once he pushed the doors of the master bedroom open, however, you had the answer to your question. Your eyes went wide, glee glittering in your gaze as you stepped towards the bed to get a better look.

“But when did you—” have time to set all this up?

“Do you like it?” your lover asked, gently resting his arm around your waist, a gloved thumb stroking tenderly at your hip and sending you back to this morning for a moment.

“Do I like it? I…” You looked from him to the bed back to him again, the incredulous expression painted across your pretty face bringing slight amusement to Zhongli, causing him to stifle a calm chuckle. A big, beaming smile spread across your lips once more, a giggle as delicate and beautiful as the jingle of bells bubbling up in your throat. “Can I try it on?”

“It’d be a shame not to, don’t you think?” Zhongli gestured towards the bed where your gift lay spread across the silk sheets, the skirt of the dress you’d been eyeing dreamily a few months back— the one you’d given up on owning once you noticed the intricate and elegant garment absent from the prestigious dress shop’s front window— splayed perfectly in all it’s warm gold and rust and umber shades.

One of the reasons you’d admired it so much was because it reminded you of Zhongli.

“Look!” you’d pointed out as you two passed the window, halting to a stop before the fashion that captivated you. “It matches you!”

Zhongli had studied the dress, his fingers gently gripping his chin in thought as his amber eyes contemplated the hand stitched embroidery and ornate beaded designs adoring the fabric— a wearable piece of art.

“Yes…” he’d nodded pensively. “I suppose it does…”

The two of you had continued on walking then, you glancing over your shoulder a few times to catch a fleeting glimpse of the gorgeous dress growing smaller and smaller in your vision.

You’d sulked a little when you noticed it gone on your next outing, though eventually were able to convince yourself you had more than enough pretty dresses already filling your closet. Never would you have thought the reason it was missing was because Zhongli had bought it. He’d been saving it for a special occasion, really waiting for this particular bought of business he’d been dealing with as of late to pass so he could return to focusing on you, but after the morning’s meeting with Childe, Zhongli figured now was as good a time as any.

“May I?” he asked, placing a hand lovingly on the small of your back and looking from you to the dress. You felt your cheeks heat and a shy smile crook up on your glossy lips. He was asking if he could dress you. You loved it when he did that. You felt so taken care of, so pampered— his most special, favorite little doll.

“Of course,” you nodded, sitting on the end of the king sized bed so you were positioned a little higher off the ground, allowing him easier access to unbutton the shiny cor lapis clasps that fastened the front of your current garment together. They glimmered honey bright, just like Zhongli’s entrancing eyes.

Once he slid the sheer, flowing sleeves from your shoulders, Zhongli helped you step out of your skirt, carefully peeling off your stockings and untying your shoes, folding and placing all your clothing neatly on the chest that sat at the end of the bed where blankets and pillows transformed it into a makeshift bench.

He couldn’t help but appreciate you the way you looked now— in nothing but the expensive satin and lace lingerie that hugged the soft curves of your breasts and hips, this set an alluring shade of merigold.

Something in Zhongli’s usually stoic disposition shifted, his mouth falling slightly open as if realizing a mild epiphany. His hands fell upon your shoulders, his light grasp engulfing your form, fingertips grazing over your collarbones, tracing over the delicate lines of you and landing over your fluttering heartbeat.

You watched him closely, noticed the way he appeared to worship you like you, yourself, were a rare work of art.

To him, you were.

He knew there had never been one before you, and that there would never be another after, who captivated him in this way, caused him to experience such intricate emotions that made him feel all the more human.

To love someone is to cherish them. To come to know every flaw yet still choose to view them as perfection. To be willing to make the greatest sacrifices for them no matter the cost. That, Zhongli had learned, was true devotion.

As a mortal, you were imperfect by nature, you’d heard people say. You knew this about yourself the same as most humans did, whether they chose to lean into or ignore those specific cracks and tears in their own flesh and minds.

Zhongli had been a god, once. Still was, in your eyes— a benevolent being to be worshiped and respected for all he did for you. And while you weren’t aware that the man you shared a bed with, who surrounded you with all of the finest things in Teyvat and revered you as his own divine deity, was one of the Seven Archons, the way you looked at him— whether in the silver moonlight or the early, golden hours of dawn— made him feel holier than even the most devoted of disciples.

He pulled his touch back from you just long enough to remove his rings and peel off his gloves, setting them on the chest beside your clothes and flexing his fingers before caressing the sides of your arms once more.

“Perhaps… Before we get you dressed again…” Zhongli began, words steady and serene, gaze tracking from where his bare touch rested upon you, traveling across your chest, along your neck, then landing to meet your awaiting eyes. He cracked an apologetic grin. “Forgive me, my love… But I’m afraid I just can’t help myself…”

He leaned forward slowly, his lips merely ghosting yours before you pressed into the kiss a little more, the taste of him still unlike anything you could compare it to.

There were hints of his preferred tea, yet something smokey and earthy mingled in with the subtle sweetness.

It was uniquely his, the same way the flavor of your kiss was uniquely yours.

Zhongli lifted you from the bed, firm hands secured under the plush of your thighs as strong arms cradled you, carrying you around to the other side of the bed so as to not disturb where your gift patiently waited to be worn. He lowered you back down to the bed, the fluffy goose-down enveloping you— a pillowy nest of leisure and comfort or the perfect pedestal for love-making.

He leaned down over you, deepening the kiss as he cradled your face in both his palms, touch so tender and vigilant as if he were handling a newly bloomed silk flower, petals fragile. Vulnerable.

In the beginning, it was something Zhongli was constantly reminded of— just how delicate you were compared to him, how weak human beings could truly be.

He knew what would happen if he gave in to his more primal desires, allowing the rougher parts of him— the ones that had sharp teeth and glinting scales, razor talons and a bellowing roar— to slip into the routine the two of you had built over time.

He’d scare you away.

He’d risk losing you.

He’d return to being the lonely Archon, damned to wander the rest of his eternity in a solemn isolation.

So he tried to hold back.

He tried to retain this facade of mortality for the sake of his most precious treasure.

The first time you’d given yourself to him, decided that you would be his if he would be yours, Zhongli had been terrified.

Because what if he hurt you?

What if he couldn’t control himself once he was inside such a tight, wet, warm place and got carried away? Became selfish?

For the Geo Archon, sexual desire had never been something he’d had much time to indulge in.

There was always work to be done. Always a new contract to sign. A war to be fought. Territory to be conquered or protected. Enemies to eradicate or imprison.

He’d divulged only when it became absolutely necessary, when the urge began to distract him from his duties.

But every partner before you had also contained the blood of a god in some capacity, whether by equal power or lesser than his own status, but never a human. Never a girl with a smile like the break of dawn’s light and the kind of careless laughter that came with not knowing the true atrocities the world could behold.

He’d known upon first contact that you were worth protecting. That the velvety softness of your skin, the way your body bent and arched to his touch, the lilting mewl of your delectable moans, the adorable way in which you trembled in his arms— all of it was reserved just for him. His eyes and ears and touch. Only for him, forever and for always.

The man would move heaven and earth for you, reshape mountains in your image just to bestow your beauty upon the lands that he’d come to know, the lands he’d watched rise and fall and rise again through the passing centuries.

It was truly one of the world’s wonders, Zhongli thought, how someone so small could grant him a pleasure so great, could make him forsake his supreme power to walk beside you and experience life at the same pace as you.

And even now, after so many times of holding your wrists in his firm yet tenderly attentive grip, pressing your form down further into the mattress, swallowing your meek little whimpers and whines with another languid yet passionate kiss, Zhongli knew that he’d never get tired of this.

He wished there was some way to preserve you for centuries like he’d lose the ability to upkeep in just a few short days, immortality disappearing like a coin of Mora tossed into the harbor, gold sinking down into the blackened depths of the lapping sea until it was lost to the salty waves.

But because you didn’t have such an option, Zhongli had taken it upon himself to reverse his own lifespan, placing a limit on the years that had once simply felt like days.

He wondered if the sunsets would last a little longer, appear just that much more vibrant, now that the number of them he had left to witness was fleeting.

“Zhongli…” you murmured in that sweet, soft little voice of yours, exhaling out a shuddering breath as his mouth sucked gently at the tender flesh of your throat, tongue teasing at a slow blooming bruise, nursing at the darkening spot as he savored the salt on your skin.

He pressed his lips to your ear after kissing your temple, whispering in that low tone that made you melt, the thick, sticky desire heating from within you and coating your insides with sugary lust, dripping through your veins like an arousing elixir.

He asked, “What is it, my love?” as you felt his hands sliding from your wrists to travel up the underside of your arms, making you let out another satisfied sigh at the sensitive touch, his fingertips grazing down the peak of your breasts, feeling your stiffened buds beneath the fabric of your bra, teasing at your ribs where he knew made you squirm before migrating back upward to knead at your chest.

“Love you…” you barely muttered before he had you gasping, the rush of cold air over your exposed breasts sending a chill through you after he removed your bra. That too was placed aside with care, as Zhongli knew how much you valued your things.

They had all been gifts from him, at one point or another, and whether the oldest item of your collection or the newest object of affection, you regarded them all with equal importance and consideration.

“And I love you…” he replied, shrugging off his coat and dropping it to the floor, quickly loosening his tie to pull over his head, “more than you’ll probably ever know.”

He climbed up onto the bed to reposition himself over you, shedding his shirt to expose the pale expanse of his toned chest.

Your eager little hands reached for him, grabbing with want— with need— to feel the enveloping warmth of his body on yours again. There were fires burning within both of you, the flames flickering and dancing through every shaky breath or bout of panting that puffed out from either of your lungs.

He placed a knee between your legs as your thighs attempted to clench together, anything to give just an ounce of satiation to your aching core. You knew it would be worth the wait. It always was. But Zhongli had a habit of making it last, as he seemed to do with most things.

His way of savoring things had become a thorough process with you, having long abandoned the rapid rate at which he’d once been keen to chase his pleasure.

You continued to reach for him, little hands trying to palm towards where you could see his length straining against his trousers.

“Zhongli, pleeeeeaaaase…” you whined, pathetic little pleas sending more of those electric sparks through your lover, another one of those charming yet wise grins pulling at his lips.

“Patience, darling,” he reminded you, though began to undo his belt upon your unspoken request. He let out an audible sigh after unzipping his pants and allowing his erection to spring free, the tip of his hard cock blushing pretty pink and already dripping pearly beads of pre-cum. “All in good time…”

Your mouth was practically watering at the sight, insides coiling tighter in anticipation for how good he was going to feel once he was buried inside you, nestled deep like you were the only home he’d even known— the only home he’d ever want to know.

He was halfway through trying to push down his trousers, kick them to the floor, no longer having the patience within himself to keep things in order like he’d been so intent on doing before, when he sucked in a sharp hiss, your roaming little hands wrapping around his cock and giving a light squeeze.

The weight of it in your grasp was a familiar thing, the way the veins ran along the underside, winding like vines through the girth of him.

You were still surprised sometimes, when you held him like this, really got a good, long look, that you could take him as well as you did.

Zhongli was so much bigger than you in so many ways— his large hands with long, lithe fingers, the broadness of his shoulders, his silhouette enough to envelope your entire being— but the one aspect that had brought the both of you concern when the first time had arrived was the initial insertion.

You’d been a virgin, back then. Even more delicate and sensitive than you remained to be now.

And Zhongli could see it in your eyes. That first pang of fear. Excitement too, of course. The nervous, jittery kind that made butterflies bat their wings from the bottom of your belly all the way up into your ribcage. But the way your throat bobbed with a thick, hard swallow, body quivering slightly, already trying to anticipate the pain, the stinging stretch of your tight little cunt as he pushed his way inside, had made your lover feel a spike of guilt mingling with his own growing arousal.

You’d cried that first time. Still did, if he didn’t keep himself in check— allowed the merciless and inexorable Morax to break through the considerate and gentlemanly form of Zhongli— and he’d immediately feared he’d ruined things before they’d barely had a chance to start.

You’d tried to be strong, in your own quiet and resolute way, biting back your pained whimpers while Zhongli had tried to go as slow as you needed him to, allowing you to accommodate his girth and adjust with every inch.

But he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t tested his will unlike anything he’d faced for a long time.

He fought the urge to bury himself to the hilt with one quick, harsh thrust. You’d yelp, cry out in pain as the tears fell from your eyes and wet the pillow under your head, but then the worst would be over and he could try and make it up to you from there.

But he hadn’t.

Archons were accustomed to being selfish, to being overindulgent. Living hundreds upon thousands of years with such immense and unchallenged power could do that to anyone, despite their nature.

Zhongli had defeated monstrous foes, sealed away incredible adversaries with his cosmic strength and brute force. He’d been feared and revered by all living creatures, but never loved by them in the unconditional way in which you’d introduced him to.

He’d vowed never to hurt you, even when you started to tell him through choked sobs that it was ok, that you were stronger than you looked (a lie) and that you were starting to embrace the pain more and more each time (the truth).

It had been a hard thing for him to accept in those first months you two had begun sleeping together, but the more you guided him to learn what you liked, he discovered that perhaps his more dominant side could suffice, in small increments.

“C-can I…?” you asked, face flushing red as you licked at your lips, staring hungrily at his cock.

Now it was Zhongli’s turn to blush a bit, tripping on his words momentarily before leaning back against the headboard, settling comfortably into the many pillows after fully discarding the rest of his clothing.

You lay on your stomach now, gingerly taking his cock in one hand while the other kept you propped up on one elbow, placing little kitten licks to his tip and pulling a satisfied sigh from him, his amber eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his head back further, weaving one of his hands through your hair while the other clasped behind his own neck.

“Good girl…” he praised you, causing your core to constrict a little more as you moaned soft and sweet against him, slotting your lips over his length and beginning to suck, the tangy salt of his pre-cum coating the back of your throat the further you worked him into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

You loved to please him, just as you knew that he loved to please you.

It was one of the many reasons why the relationship that the two of you shared worked so well.

“Good— Hng—! Such a good… Good girl…” Zhongli continued through a few shallow, panting breaths, the hand in your hair turning into a fist and tugging slightly when you hollowed your cheeks around him, feeling him nudging the back of your throat, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes from the light asphyxiation.

Once the initial wave had subsided, his grip on your hair loosened and he returned to thumbing gentle, stroking motions on the back of your neck, muttering more kind praises to you as you teased along his shaft with your tongue, pulling back until your lips kissed his leaking tip only to slide back down his length as far as you could go without choking.

Zhongli’s breath was quickening again, his pulse hammering behind his broad chest as a thin sheen of sweat began to shine on his forehead and body.

You could feel him twitching in your mouth, his body’s reactions encouraging you to keep going, to suck harder, force him deeper every time he hit the back of your throat, but after his next strangled groan, you found yourself being pulled off of him, another needy whine lilting in your throat as your puffy lips pouted, Zhongli holding you by the shoulders until he caught his breath.

“You spoil me, my darling…” he breathed, opening his eyes to take in the sight of you, your lips shining with saliva and cum the same as his cock. He ran his thumb along your mouth, wiping away some of the sticky wetness. “But don’t forget…” He was sitting forward now, nudging you to turn onto your back as he lowered himself between your legs, your sex fluttering in anticipation, panties already soaked. “It’s my job to spoil you.”

He kissed the inside of your thigh, sending another shiver up your spine as you arched into the ghosting touch of his lips. He held you down when you started to squirm, two firm hands digging into your plush flesh and making you wince, suck in a short, quiet hiss of your own when he nipped at you.

“Now…” he began with a low growl, teasing at your clit through the thin lace fabric and watching as you jolted when he applied just enough pressure. “Allow me to return the favor…”

He first slipped one of his slender digits in through the side of your underwear, pleased to find how wet you were as he ran his finger along your drenched slit, and hummed out a dark chuckle as he removed the last piece of fabric from you to join him in being completely bare.

You were gripping the sheets, twisting the expensive silks in your trembling fists as he continued to massage skillful circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, swiping up more of your slick as it dripped out of your needy little hole only to go back to attending to your most tender area.

Your whimpering continued, breath hitching as your body tried and failed to writhe away, the pleasure already bordering on too much.

At this, Zhongli paused, allowing you to calm down a little before lowering his head between your trembling legs, his long tongue lolling out to press flat against your cunt, lapping up your juices and releasing another satisfied hum at the taste of you.

Your thighs tried to squeeze around his head, stomach muscles contracting as you felt your walls clenching— still around nothing, desperately wanting more— but he forced them back apart easily, with nearly no effort at all, pinning your legs open under his splayed palms and kneading at the warm flesh beneath his hands to try and further soothe you.

When his tongue dipped inside, pushing deeper and deeper into you, you cried out and clawed at the pillows, your nails snagging and nearly ripping through the fabric on one of them.

It was ok if you ruined things. Broke them. Tore them. Shattered them across the floor.

Zhongli would just buy new ones. Better ones. He’d replace all these useless things as many times as he needed just to watch you scratch and bite and cry out into them while he had you like this.

“Zh-Zhongli, please—!” you yelped, your manicured nails biting into the muscles of his back now, actively trying to push him away despite how close you were to your release. “It’s—” too much!

You cried out, a stifled, high sound that rang through the room, vision spotting with stars as you felt your entire body tense and quake before slowly starting to relax.

Zhongli raised his head, face shining obscenely with your burst of arousal. Your eyes rolled back into your head, feeling like you could pass out at the sight of him swiping his tongue along his own lips, collecting more of your taste before wiping the rest of the remains away with one of his expensive handkerchiefs. You could barely catch your breath, all your limbs laying heavy against the bed while your heart continued to hammer.

“Look at you…” he cooed, clicking his tongue in that borderline patronizing way of his. He brushed some sweat-damp strands of your hair away from your face, pressing the back of his hand lightly to your cheek as if testing for a fever, smiling contently when he felt the heat radiating off of you. “Such a mess…”

You locked eyes with him, your pleading gaze laced with a fraction of frustration. At this, he chuckled a little, always finding you so adorable when you started to grow impatient.

Impatient for him.

“Worry not, my love,” he assured you, adjusting the pillows under and around you so that you could remain comfortable for what was to come next. “We’re only just getting started…”

He lined himself up with you, his stare flicking back to meet yours in order to gauge your reaction before beginning to press his tip in, always pausing when he heard you draw in a sharp hiss or a pained little whimper slipped past your lips. But you were so wet, fully prepared to take him, so it didn’t take long until every inch of him was nestled inside, splitting you in two with the pleasurable sting of the stretch.

He gave you a moment to adjust, peppering tender kisses along your neck and jaw until he felt you relax a little around him, and then he began to move, his first thrusts languid and rhythmic.

The more he felt you clench around him, his cock dragging against that spongy spot deep inside you just right every time once he found it, the faster his hips began to meet the insides of your thighs. Even with his increased speed, the drag of him felt eternal, so much of him trying to stay inside you, inside a space that you’d both once feared wouldn’t be enough to take him.

But you two fit together just fine, you’d been relieved to discover. In fact, sometimes, when he was buried to the hilt and you were squeezing him tighter than he could’ve ever imagined possible, a thought crossed both your minds amidst the haze of pleasure…

One of you must be holier than human, must be of a higher power, because if mortals, by nature, were so imperfect, how was it that what your two bodies created when joined together like this was the very definition of perfection?

“So good for me—” Zhongli praised through stifled groans and jaw-clenching grunts, now rutting into you with sharp, hard thrusts that would��ve inched you up the mattress if not for him holding you down. “So— so good…”

Your mewling moans continued, also gaining in their pitch and volume, the most beautiful music to Zhongli’s ears, a song to rival all the bards in Teyvat.

You wrapped your trembling legs around his slim waist, securing yourself to him and allowing him to drive himself deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix a few times and making more tears prick at your vision.

But you were both so close now, dangling right over the edge.

As the end was approaching on the horizon, Zhongli brought one of his hands down between you two to rub at your pulsing little bundle of nerves, your back arching even more as breathy moans escaped you with every exhale.

All it took then were a few more thrusts and muttered praises for his perfect little princess to constrict around his cock one last, relentless time to have the both of you letting go, mingled arousal staining your bodies as the musky scent drifted through the air and mixed with the ever present perfume of freshly cut bouquets placed about the house.

Zhongli stayed inside of you for a little while, keeping you close to him as you felt him slowly start to soften, pulling you in to press your chest against his as he trailed his fingers gently down your back until your trembling subsided.

Once he pulled out, laying you back down against the many plush pillows littering the bed and making sure you were comfortable before going off to fetch a fresh towel to clean you with, you were drifting off into a dream-like daze, eyelids fluttering and energy spent.

Perhaps if your entire body hadn’t just been wracked through with such passionate pleasures, you’d be inclined to revisit the morning’s conversations and speculate further into what secrets Zhongli was hiding this time.

A Fatui Harbinger was trouble no matter which way you looked at it and, like you knew so well, everything has a price.

And you loved Zhongli. Loved him more than the sun and the sea and the moon and the stars. You felt like lucky didn’t even begin to describe how you felt about meeting him, falling in love with him, getting to spend your days by his side.

Blessed was slightly closer, yet what you two had was more sacrosanct than any cause involving the Archons.

However, with the former part of that equation weighing heavy on your mind, you truly couldn’t even begin to guess what debt your lover was about to owe— maybe already did owe, after the ginger-haired stranger had departed with such high spirits— if he went through with the mysterious deal.

“Don’t fret, my love…” Zhongli’s low, soothing voice came back to you as you felt his weight resettle on the end of the bed. You cautiously opened your eyes to find him wrapped up in one of his many silk robes, a damp washcloth in hand as he carefully began to wipe it along your skin. “After you’re cleaned up, we’ll get you into that beautiful new dress of yours. Don’t think I’ve forgotten…”

You glanced over to the other side of the bed where your gift still lay. Where the skirt had been perfectly splayed had gotten a little tousled from the pull and shift of the blankets, but otherwise it remained on an alluring display.

You reached a hand forward cautiously until it landed on one of his own. Zhongli stopped his gentle worship of cleaning you for a moment, face morphing back into a subtle concern as he asked you what was wrong.

“Promise me…” you asked— begged— in a near tearful little whimper, batting your lashes to try and blink the tears welling in your glossy eyes. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me, Zhongli… Never, ever…”

Your lover’s expression of worry deepened then, as if you even having the faintest notion of such a thing had been a catastrophic failure on his part.

He cleared his throat and then said— swore to you— “I will never leave you, darling. Not until the day I die. And I vow to stay alive until you, yourself, have passed…” He came to lay beside you, propped up on one elbow as he wiped some of your fallen tears from your cheeks with his thumb. “Only then will I be able to leave this world in peace. I swear to you, you shall only have to live without me for a single day, for I shall join you shortly in the afterlife when the time comes.”

Such a sincere, intense pact only caused your tears to multiply, leaning into his palm and choking out the last of your sobs until he comforted you back into his touch.

But you believed him.

You believed him when he promised you that you’d never have to live without him, that his life wasn’t in any danger, and that he’d move heaven and earth, crawl through hell and tread through high water, just to be by your side.

So you melted back into him when he carried you with him into a nice, warm bath, your worries soaking off of your skin as you rested against his chest, dozing off in the safety of his arms.

You chose the believe that, despite being a Harbinger, the ginger-haired Fatui was perhaps not the worst of his kind.

And as you modeled your brand new dress for Zhongli, a picture perfect, pretty little smile painting your face the entire time as you twirled in the center of the bedroom, admiring how absolutely divine you two looked together as he came to embrace you from behind before the full length mirror, you knew that, no matter what happened, you’d always have someone, god or human, who was going to love and look out for you.

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(Hello! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Honestly when I first met Zhongli in the game and heard him speak my mind just went “daddy 👀 daddy 👀 daddy 👀 daddy 👀” so I sorta couldn’t help myself haha

Anyway, I’m also in the middle of writing for some of the other genshin men— specifically, Thoma, Ayato, and Itto— so please do look forward to those in the future! In the meantime, there’s a rather long Kaeya fic that I posted a little while ago you can check out if you’re interested.

Genshin really has taken over my brain tho like oh my god, so many beautiful and charming characters, I want them all…

On that note, thank you so much for reading again and I hope I’ll see you next time!

Bye~)

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