#ZhongLi

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holy fuck- this had me in a daze and feeling heated omg ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: OCT 17TH

— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: zhongli x fem!reader | 𝐜𝐰: established relationship but reader finds out his true identity! morax!form, draconic!form mention, human!reader, sex with a god, hair pulling, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, reader wears a nightgown, he calls you 'small in his hands', reader is implied to serve rex lapis, maybe ooc, 2.8k wc 18+ only, MDNI.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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This was completely different from the first time you shared beds with him.

Back then, Zhongli had been soft and gentle, undressing you with such tender care until nothing remained but bare skin and bones. You remembered his warm amber eyes, his featherlight touches, and how he gave so much of himself to you that it left you dizzy and breathless. 

But this was something else entirely. 

It wasn’t that long ago when, to you, he was just a consultant at the Funeral Parlour—a Liyue nobleman who was well-versed in Teyvat’s history. He had been courting you since the last Lantern Rite (perhaps longer if you had paid attention) and you were more than content with the consultant, admiring him just as he was.

Then, after retiring his gnosis—and you still struggled to fully grasp what that meant—he finally confessed.

Overnight, he went from a funeral consultant to Rex Lapis and no matter how many times he explained that he was technically no longer an Archon, it didn’t change the fact that he was still an immortal who had witnessed Liyue from infancy.

And you slept with him!

The memory sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t deny the thrill of realising how the Lord of Rock had practically begged for you to get on top that night. That same feeling returned now as you prepared to sleep with him again. 

You basically asked for it, though. 

When he revealed his identity to you, you had some questions. The first was if he had a real form, to which he replied: I have many.

Then the second question—or rather, request—was to see one of these forms. He was happy to oblige, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… forward.

I’m not being forward, he defended himself, My skin is part of my form. It just so happens that I have to adjust my attire for you to see it properly. 

But he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Zhongli—” His name now felt strange on your lips as you stared, spellbound by his new appearance. You were so captivated that anything could have rolled off your tongue and you wouldn’t have noticed… or cared.

He truly embodied every depiction of Rex Lapis you’ve ever seen.

“Is something the matter?” He asked as if his arms weren’t adorned in glowing geo patterns, as if his physique wasn’t carefully carved by millennia as a leader. He stood over you while you sat on the edge of your bed and you gulped at the vitality in his features. 

He looked larger—more youthful, even.

“What do I—” You hesitated, wondering if your question was foolish. “What do I call you?” 

He cupped your jaw the way he always did, though now with bare hands darkened by power that you could barely comprehend. “You can choose whichever name you like,” he replied. “It doesn’t change who I am to you.” 

Your mouth went dry. It was frightening how much more irresistible he seemed like this.

“Morax,” you whispered, mostly to yourself.

His brows lifted slightly, but he stayed silent.

“Morax,” you repeated, louder this time. You knew calling him ‘Rex Lapis’ would have been more respectful, more appropriate, but after seeing him in this divine form, with barely a towel wrapped around his waist, you knew that respect had already been thrown out the window. You would ask to be forgiven but what difference would it make if the god you pleaded to stood right before you in compromised garment?

“Interesting choice,” he chuckled as he pressed his thumb to your lips, “Now, lie still and let me enjoy what belongs to me.”

Those words sank in like branding on your skin—what belongs to me.

He was slow with you at first, hovering over you as you lay back. The silk of your nightgown clung to every curve of your body which left little to the imagination and Zhongli was so engrossed with his view, that the lust in his eyes made something inside you stir. You had to look away, your arms instinctively moving to shield your flushed expression.

After all, it wasn’t every day that you found yourself at the mercy of a man so many prayed to.

Gently, he pulled your arm away, “Why do you turn from me, my love?” He tilted his head, studying you like prey, but the tenderness in his voice reminded you that the ghost of your sweet Zhongli was still there, lingering beneath this form. 

“Are you regretting your curiosity?”

“I guess… seeing you this way makes me a little… shy,” you said, though you didn’t believe your own answer.

Before you could say more, his mouth was on yours, fierce and reassuring. It took the air right out of your lungs. You barely had time to recover before he started trailing softer kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. 

“Shy?” he repeated against your skin, “After all we’ve done, you’re still shy?” He slid his hand up your sides, tangling his fingers between the fine silk. “You may be skilled at keeping secrets but not from me. Tell me the truth, my sweet.” 

You opened your mouth to respond but you couldn’t stop your back from arching at his touch, which was very much an invitation for him to tear off the delicate fabric from your body. When he did, it left your chest exposed to his hungry gaze, earning him a small gasp and a deep ache pooling between your legs. 

“You’re so small in my hands,” he mused, fingers tightening around your throat for a brief moment. "And yet… you offer yourself so willingly."

You had offered yourself to a god.

You had offered yourself to a god.

“Do you understand what you’re doing?”

A shudder tore through you as he took both breasts into his hands and sunk his teeth between them, leaving you little marks made from canines you had never seen before. When you suddenly felt his hard bulge pressing against your core, you realised the towel around his waist had already been discarded. How could you even respond to him?

“This excites you, doesn’t it?” He murmured into the crook of your neck, grinding against you. He didn’t give you a chance to speak when he pried your legs open with one knee. “Have I ever told you how intoxicating you smell when you’re like this?” 

Harder than before, he bit into your neck and you found your fingers tugging on his hair.

“You can… smell me—?”

“I can sense you,” he corrected, “And I know exactly what you want from me." You could certainly tell he was pleased with himself yet instead of pushing you away, it only drew you in further.

With a single motion, you hooked your finger around the pin holding his ponytail in place, and pulled—freeing his hair so it cascaded down over his toned muscles.

He looked perfect. Divine. It was your way of confirming what he already knew—that you wanted this, wanted him.

Zhongli’s eyes glowed in the dim light and there was no mistaking the godly aura of Morax residing in him. The air seemed heavier under the weight of his presence. You were suffocating.

A deep growl elicited from his chest as he pushed the tip of his cock against your underwear, teasing your entrance. You whimpered at the way he bullied you, desperately pulling him in for another feverish kiss to satisfy at least one need.

This one was hungrier, messier. His groan vibrated through your mouth as his carbon-black hand slid back to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. 

Each twist and flick of his tongue felt like a silent demand: Give in. Yield.

In this state, a picture cleared. Zhongli's hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, between the valley of your breasts, dipping into the areas you ached the most. This side of him was primal, gluttonous, and possessive. Every touch felt forbidden—blasphemous, even. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say you weren’t enjoying every sinful second of it.

Finally, Zhongli parted from the kiss, his breath heavy as his eyes stayed locked with yours. For once, he allowed himself to make you completely at his will. 

The head of his cock pressed harder against your entrance, the flimsy barrier of your silk underwear doing little to dull the intensity of his lust. He was desperate to feel the warmth inside you. You were already soaked, and he knew it—he could feel it, smell it, and it drove him wild.

“My dear,” he said, sound impatient now, “you know I admire you, right?”

“I do,” you replied too quickly.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to be mistaken.”

“What do you mea—”

Before you could finish, he pulled your underwear to the side and let his cock glide against your folds. Your hips moved with him, coating his shaft with your wetness, and that was enough for him to forget about taking it slow. Groaning, he shoved his blunt tip inside you and it left your thighs trembling. Your body felt like it was on fire, jerking back as his length stretched you out, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, “Oh my—” you gasped.

Had it been that long since you last did this, or was this form accompanied by godly… benefits?

With his head thrown back in sheer pleasure, he let out a throaty grunt, almost salivating at the way your walls pulsed around him—like your body had been made just for him. Somehow, sex felt even better in this form and it had him feral enough to hold the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to anchor himself between your legs. “That’s it,” he growled, “Take every inch.” 

He started thrusting—hard—the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Your breasts bounced in rhythm, and he was so entranced by the sight he could cum on the spot. Every second, he was ripping moan after moan out of you as he fucked you into the mattress. 

“Morax,” you called out, your voice shaking while he pumped in and out of you relentlessly, “So… good. I want more…” You ran your hands across his chest, feeling the quickening of his breath. His face shifted into a predatory look and you realised that he was losing himself as much as you.

“Then come here,” he groaned through gritted teeth, spoken exactly like someone who had never been defiled.

He didn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, he flipped you to your stomach, left your ass in the air and your legs hanging off the bed—your toes barely even touching the floor.

You braced yourself for his unyielding pace, but he surprised you with a tender kiss on your shoulder, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

The unexpected affection made your heart swell so you wiggled against his crotch, inviting him for more. He chuckled, almost pityingly, knowing full well what he was about to do next.

You couldn’t even catch your breath before he pushed back inside you, hissing as he indulged in your warmth. You swore you were well-behaved but somehow this felt like a punishment. He, who was so deceptively gentle a moment ago, found your hair and tugged it into his fist, drawing a sharp yelp from your lips.

Once he started moving at the same unforgivable pace, each thrust forced his name out of your mouth. “M-Morax— Mor–ax,” you were barely coherent and it riled him up the more you said it. It surely wasn’t the first time hearing someone call him that but in this context, he wasn’t going to make it his last—especially if it was you.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice resonant, like the rumbling of the earth itself. 

“Y-Yes…”

Although, you weren’t sure what you expected when you asked to see his form but you knew what you were receiving now was the primal strength of something foreign to you.

His heavy cock stretched you so deliciously, filling you so completely that every nerve in your body screamed with pleasure. You clawed at the sheets as you creamed rings around his base and the wooden bedframe groaned with each erratic thrust.

His movements were undeniably getting sloppier and his breaths came in short, guttural huffs. “Feel- how- deep I am inside- you?” he rasped, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. “You’re taking it so well.” You couldn’t see it but you heard a grin dancing behind his voice as he pushed deeper.

Your feet were lifting off the ground with each thrust, leaving your ass stinging from the relentless pounding. When you felt his free hand snake around to cup your breast, fingers squeezing your sensitive nipple, you practically melted. “Thank you… Ple—,” you whined, the only words you could really manage.

But that was enough for him.

Zhongli’s grip on your hair tightened as he pulled, forcing your head back while his other hand dug into the soft flesh of your breast. The pain mixed with pleasure sent your vision into a blur of white. It shouldn’t feel this good but you could feel your orgasm coming despite being nothing but a ragdoll in his powerful hands. 

His body trembled as he chased his release, each thrust growing more urgent as he drove into your G-spot. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body until finally, your climax hit like a tidal wave. Letting go of your hair, you collapsed against the mattress. It was too much so it left you biting into the sheets, a cry ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with each spasm. “I-I’m—ahhh—cumming!”

“Just like that,” he groaned while your body tightened, savouring the way your body responded to every thrust. He was unable to think about anything else aside from the feeling of your muscle clenching and pulsating, “So tight—keep going. You’re perfect like this.”

With one final snap of his hips, you felt him pulse between your walls, his balls tightening as he emptied deep inside you. Thick ropes of hot milky cum filled you, his cock twitching as he buried himself to the hilt. Your name rolled off his lips in a low, drawn-out grunt that was raw and animalistic, a sound that made you delirious enough to go another round just to hear it again. 

Even after he finished, he stayed pressed against you, fucking his cum back into you with lazy, satisfied strokes, filling you over and over until there was nothing left to give. 

“I’m… full,” you whispered shakily, still feeling every inch of him inside you.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

Yes and no. If getting tossed around meant you were fine, then sure.

"I'm okay," you breathed.

"Good girl."

When he finally pulled out, you went completely limp, rolling onto your back while a thin layer of sweat left your skin glowing.

You could feel Zhongli doing the same, his body mirroring yours as you both lay there, chests heaving, struggling to catch your breaths. After a moment, you turned to face him, both of you blinking at each other under the light.

“This… wasn’t what I meant when I said show me one of your forms,” you managed to say. 

“Are you complaining?” 

You let out a soft sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. Even after all this, he hadn’t lost his sarcastic sense of humor. “No,” you admitted, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks. “It’s just that… well, I think I might’ve enjoyed you—the real you—a little more than I expected. A little more than what’s appropriate, perhaps.”

You couldn’t help but dance around the memory of all the offerings you’d given Rex Lapis throughout your life. Was this his gift in return?

“Oh? Pray tell, what is it that you enjoyed so much?”

You hesitated but the way he looked at you made it impossible not to answer. 

 “I liked… the way you moved…" you felt slightly embarrassed to continue but he nodded for you to go on, "You were rougher on me, but it made me want more…”

While you spoke, you noticed subtle changes in him. His pupils began narrowing into thin slits, and his golden irises seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The sharpness of his fangs became more pronounced, peeking between his lips. His fingers, which had been tracing circles on your arm, now felt a little sharper, almost claw-like.

“And… your strength,” you gulped as you watched his transformation. “It was… overwhelming. I couldn’t resist it but I didn't want to. I felt safe.”

A low, rumbling growl emanated from his chest, his hand sliding possessively to your waist. It made your stomach flip.

“If that’s the case,” his voice was deeper now, almost a purr as his newly revealed tail coiled around your thigh. He leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. 

“Why are you trembling?”

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[nagarnia]

It's legless dragon year yall🐍🐉🐉🐉🐉

[dragon-ascent]

slight suggestive stuff at the end! read at your own risk!

Zhongli, whose eyes gleam red and gold and whose wisdom is far, far beyond his years. There's no way he's human.

Zhongli, whom you grow close to over time as chats turn into conversations and acquaintanceship turns into friendship. There's more to it than this, but you would deny your feelings before you come to terms with them.

Zhongli, whose hands are warm, his smile soft, and his fondness of you apparent. His hugs for you get longer and tighter, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. He must feel something for you too.

Zhongli, who in that gentle voice of his asks for permission to come into your home one night, simply because he misses your company. His eyes crinkle tenderly when he gazes upon you, his hands clasped behind his back. Delightful banter is exchanged, and there is a spark. There must be.

Zhongli, who when asked what he would like for dinner, since you haven't prepared anything yet and you want to show him the hospitality he deserves, and he responds,

"You."

Zhongli, who asks permission before drinking your blood. He is calm during his explanation, and ensures you are comfortable with what he is before proceeding. His hands trail to your hips as he bites your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh and relishing the sweet lifeblood you willingly give him.

Zhongli, who takes good care of you after he licks your wounds clean, thanking you for the meal. He lays you down in bed and you beg him to touch you, to do far, far more than you had bargained for tonight, but he merely caresses you, tracing each contour of your body and your lovely face.

Zhongli, whose warm hand travels south, where you need it most, and offers you a slight reprieve amid gasps and sighs. Twice does he help you reach your peak, but it's not enough, you beg, it's not enough. Tomorrow, he tells you, when you have rested, he will give you as much as you need and more.

Zhongli, who puts his hand over your eyes and instructs you to sleep, and sleep you do, the man watching over you.

kind of a throwback to my very first post on this blog which was a vamp zhongli one :)

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Iconic lol

genshin valentines day cards but they get increasingly worse each time

[ecrystalica]

[Comic] Scara has to use Memory of Dust as his weapon...

I have risen from the dead, see y'all again in 2 years

[mellotromatic]

sketches of the beasts

[rei-plswork]

Im gonna need an extended version on each one cuz holy hell that’s good

# 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃

Genshin man x reader

Character : alhaitham, diluc, zhongli, ayato.

You love them with your heart but why would he love you when he's surrounded with more beautiful and talented people more than you, maybe leaving would be a good option you wouldn't burden them as well they could move on into a much better option than you. Disappearing from their life completely

Warning : The reader has an inferiority complex, as well mention of suicide and self harming.

ALHAITHAM

Among the seas of students of the akedemiya there are always ones that shine brighter than the others and alhaitham is no exception, one of the most shining stars that would live brighter than the others. While you are by far a regular spantammad student the only difference is that both of you and him are childhood friends.

Unfortunately for you to fail to see the worth for yourself in his life, he would live a much better life without you interrupting his journeys. So when you hear that there's gonna be an expedition towards outside of sumeru you take it, planning on staying out of his life as much as long as possible even meaning being away from your homeland.

You prevent him from knowing about the expedition, knowing that he would try to convince you to quit it as well making him stress about you leaving making sure you would go unnoticed. Soon he realizes every time you visit your house it becomes less crowded and stuff is neatly packed in a box. He started to be suspicious of what was going on.

So when you invite him towards the bar to hang out, he had a bad feeling this would be the last time seeing you. But he pushed it aside because you're here right now not knowing that the goodbye you wave to each other was the last one. Your presence disappears and when he visits your place it is dead silent not a single thing of your stuff.

DILUC

Coming from a lesser noble clan on mondstat your duty was to be served to someone as wife or decorations. And diluc was the one you were destined to be with on the paper agreement with the previous lord of dawn winery.

It's confusing honestly out of all the options of the daughter of another noble family they chose to be his betrothed. You and him would have play dates together to make you two grow closer but sometimes these playdates would include other noble children like jean from the gundihir clan another noble clan as the ragdnivir. To be honest you understand why he would choose jean in the future she's beautiful I mean if you were in his position you would choose Jean.

Unknowningly diluc was the one that chose you when he took a look at the picture of future spouse for him and when he took a glimpse at your portrait it was love first sight you were the one he dreamed to be with and grow a family. Unfortunately you are unable to see that just like a butterfly is unable to see their own beauty.

When he was at snezhnaya you took this opportunity to finally leave for good packing up your stuff without telling anyone even your parents, so when he returned you were nowhere to be found everyone couldn't find you, you were gone. You believe he would be better without you but in truth he was miserable The world was dark and grey and you were the color and now you're gone and he will use anything to find you.

ZHONGLI

Being a minor goddess that joined alliance with him, you didn't expect he would go infatuated with you. He would willingly risk his life for you rescuing you from a monster that was threatening to kill you and when you saw how injured he was after the fight you realized you were a burden to him.

You fully know your weak compared to the other adepti or gods, your domain is small similar to harvia your best friend and you see your fate will happen similar to her being too weak and your people or your close will kill you if you keep being like this. Seeing you as a weakness for rex lapis and if you die his weakness will die. His people and the other need him more than you.

One day, you hear that a new monster has been rampaging and you believe this would be a good way to finally rid of yourself so people won't question your intention. You grab your weapon and ready to the battlefield, when rex lapis got word he arrived you were unfortunately dead watching your body being devoured by the beast.

From that day he blamed himself for your demise as well asking why would recklessly charge yourself to battle after knowing your weakness, in modern liyue he felt a sense of familiarity and saw you walking maybe it's not too late to love you this time he shows you how much he loves you.

AYATO

You couldn't blame him for hiding you from the world knowing a relationship with a master and a servant would be heavily forbidden by the public as well being one of his weaknesses, he needs to appear untouchable in front of the public as well as his enemies to protect you and the clan.

In close door he loves you and showers you with gifts and affection while on the outside he treats you as if you were just a normal servant under his orders another disposable chest piece.

When you were poison, hes eyes would instantly went towards your form but unable to reach you because people were dragging you away and he need to show face of a composed person but how can he act when the love of his eyes was dying in the other room.

One day a resignation letter appeared at his office when he was not at home and thoma informed him you left a day before leaving a letter telling him to move on and love another person and not you. He track your footprints and found you at sumeru studying there as a new student and new alias he ready a ship because he's gonna need explanation from you what you mean move on. Come back to his arms please if you won't he's gonna die without your touch

[zhongchixtartali]

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Art by @masollyn

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[driftawayomnichord]

Genshin men and sleeping habits (( _ _ ))..zzzZZ

Warnings : NOT proofread/SFW/Pure Fluff

Some scenarios are shorter than others, but I didn’t want force them into a specific length.

This includes : Kaveh, Kaeya, Zhongli

Kaveh

Kaveh would be a 3 in 1 package when it comes to him sleeping. In other words 3 different ways to torture you, but that’s fine because it’s always a surprise what you will be served tonight. But this night was different because it went through all 3 of his sleeping habits.

Finally Kaveh fell asleep around 3am (you definitely didn’t drag him to bed), cuddling next to you he was calm at first. But for some reason you couldn’t fall asleep, so you just stared blankly at the ceiling hoping you’d get tired eventually. You felt yourself drift off to dream world when-

“I will conquer them…all.”

“What the-“ you turned your head at the blonde man with a confused look on your face. That’s interesting…

Kaveh was dead asleep that’s for sure, but he was sleep talking.

“Oh dear, here we go again…”

“Bow down to me mortals…I’m your new god..”

“Kaveh…?” You questioned with an incredibly concerned look on your face.

That’s when he stood up from your bed and proceeded to stare blankly at the wardrobe for a minute with you starring at HIM completely baffled. He had never sleep walked before…

And if that wasn’t enough he turned sideways and (out of nowhere might I add) summoned his claymore and held it straight ahead, pointed at the door.

“Don’t…make me kill you…” he mumbled to literally nobody. It would’ve been funny to watch this unfold if it wasn’t almost 4 in the morning, in complete darkness, watching your boyfriend threaten…ghosts? The door? Who knew at this point…but you were NOT about to approach a man pointing a great sword at the door, no way.

He then turned towards the bed again, dropped his weapon and planted face first onto the bed. As if nothing had happened just now, he was sleeping as calm as a child.

“You are…something…” you said to no one in particular, and decided to just try and sleep a little bit.

Now 4:30 you had fallen asleep until you felt a rather uncomfortable breeze, stirring up you looked over and saw Kaveh in a cocoon he made of your shared blanket.

“You have to be kidding me.” You grumbled. If it wasn’t incredibly late and you weren’t half dead this would’ve been kind of cute. Not now. Nothing is cute and funny when exhausted.

Standing up you grabbed another blanket from the wardrobe and immediately collapsed in bed, falling asleep.

NOT EVEN 30 MINUTES LATER

You felt a hard kick on your back and got catapulted out of bed straight onto the floor. Trying to put together what happened took you a moment but after you realised that you basically got evicted from bed you went through the five stages of grief.

Defeated, you left that room and laid on the couch.

…

Next morning Kaveh woke up feeling a little better than usual. That was more sleep that what he is used to. But for some reason you were gone? Calling out for you resulted in absolutely nothing, so he headed to the living room expecting you to be awake, but he saw you on the couch still asleep.

“Hey, it’s late you should get up.”

You opened your eyes slowly and when you saw him an eye twitch followed.

“You- damned menace. I am NEVER sleeping in the same bed as you.” You said with so much seriousness that Kaveh actually got worried your next step would be for you to break up with him.

“What happened- I don’t understand.”

“You scared the holy hell out of me, then stole the damn blanket letting me freeze and get hypothermia! And then you KICKED ME! Off the bed! Do you imagine what force it took for me to end up on the other side of the room, Kaveh?!”

You were fuming. And from the study Alhaitham was listening, amused to say the least.

Later that day you received a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers and went on a dinner date. You still kicked him out that night to sleep on the couch.

Kaeya

Kaeya is the type of person that after a certain point at night, his brain ceases functioning. There is just no one up there when he is tired enough, which has lead to some midnight shenanigans. (Cue my other fic)

This particular night he was forced to work overtime and so you just went to bed, not feeling like waiting for him. As Kaeya says “I need my beauty sleep” you decided that perhaps you should let yourself get inspired by him. A few hours later you hear shuffling coming from behind you so you expect to see Kaeya, which you do, with him starring at a-….

“…why the f*** is there a cat in my bed Kaeya??”

“I was honestly about to ask you? I just arrived and was about to lay down, almost sat on the poor cat.”

“Just- put him downstairs. I will figure it out tomorrow-“ you say as you collapse again.

Put in short, that’s how you two got a cat. But after some time, you got used to him being weird after midnight. In fact, at this point you don’t pay him any mind.

It was late at night and Kaeya had already fallen asleep before you. You were simply enjoying a book, when you heard him shuffling around and turned to look at him. While sometimes you do hear him mumbling in his sleep he’s never sleep walked before so you assumed he is awake. After a few seconds he reached over to the side table to get some water, but sadly the glass was empty.

Kaeya sighed and wobbled up from the bed. “I’ll get some water.” He said to you, and headed towards the dark hallway. So you went back to your book when you suddenly heard a loud thud, followed by another and another. Basically a tumbling sound, coming from the dark hallway…from the direction of the stairs…

You jumped out of bed and yelled for Kaeya. “Kaeya? Are you ok??”

Silence.

You threw your book on the bed and sprinted towards the staircase to check up on Kaeya, to see him sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey! Kaeya, are you ok?!” You sprinted down to him and turned him over on his back.

Nothing. Complete silence…until-

“I’m fine, just…trying to collect the rest of my dignity from the floor.” He chuckled.

“You- dumbass! I thought you died!” You stood up from his side and headed towards the kitchen.

“Hey, cmon. I was messing around.” He stood up and dusted himself. Around the same time you came back from the kitchen with a wet towel.

“Freeze it and put it on your head, it will otherwise swell up even more.”

“Are you suggesting I have a big head?”

“I’m not “suggesting”. I’m stating it as a fact.” You replied groggily and headed to your bedroom once again.

A few minutes later Kaeya went up and into your shared room again, there he saw that you had put your book away and are now trying to fall asleep. He tiptoed to his side of the bed and laid down next to you.

“Are you still upset?”

“I wasn’t upset, I got worried.” You replied quietly.

“Don’t you worry, I have a thick head. Or did you say big?”

“Haha. Funny.”

“Maybe that fall messed with my memory, please enlighten me.”

“Shut up and sleep.”

Zhongli (( _ _ ))..zzzZZ

Zhongli and you don’t exactly ’require’ sleep. You can live off for months without resting for even a minute. But sleeping is an efficient way of letting some time pass, which you have an abundance of. Apart from that, you two also get a chance to relax.

But you, most of the time don’t let yourself. Instead you let your thoughts run wild, often come up with the craziest things Zhongli has heard, and he’s been alive for quite some time. Which, he would never complain that he is listening to you, he enjoys it in fact. But he is the type of man that if he sets his mind on something, he has to do it. So if he sets his mind on sleeping at night, he wouldn’t be happy if something someone is in his way of achieving that goal.

“Are we really immortal beings, or just really stubborn ones that refuse to die?” You ask, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“We can debate over that tomorrow.” He says, used to your late night ramblings. But this specific question leaves him wondering, you do kind of have a point.

5 minutes pass in complete silence, both of you just thinking about it. “Maybe anyone can be immortal if they put their mind to it.”

“Please, let’s not do this now. I’m still wondering about your last question.”

“If for a week, all gods switch their powers, who would handle it best? Who would cause the most chaos?”

“Barbados and chaos go together, no matter the circumstance.”

“How intelligent are slimes, really? Do they have basic necessities? Do they have family relations?”

Alright now this is becoming an issue. He loves you and all…but he is becoming irritated that he can’t do what he’s set his mind on doing. Also overthinking your internal debates. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you that though, he would never. So he sits there listening to your rambles and taking notes on them, so he can further discuss them in the morning.

Suddenly you sat up in bed and looked over to him. You turned around for your back to face him, and laid down on his abdomen.

…

“Do you think that prayers have an expiration date?”

Oh archons, you are still at it.

“I’m unsure, dear.”

Another half hour passed, and you suddenly got up and out of bed. Zhongli got confused when you left out of nowhere but didn’t question you. He just closed his eyes and hoped he can drift off before you-

Clank

Oh dear, what now?

He got up and headed towards the origin of the loud noise and saw you standing in the kitchen with the stove on, boiling water, and looking for something in the cabinets.

“Isn’t it a little late for this? There will be time tomorrow for you to make your snacks.”

“Me? Oh, I’m not hungry.” You said, and went back to rummaging through the kitchen.

“Then…what is it you’re doing?” Zhongli further inquired.

“Your stomach was rumbling, I’m making something for you. Ah- there it is…Ahem, excuse me. I was about to doze off and noticed since my head was so close to your stomach.”

Zhongli felt horrible. There he was feeling irritated at you for keeping him awake, yet you were out here making dinner for him. So he just sat down on the dinner table and kept silent for a moment.

“I don’t believe slimes have family dynamics.”

“What?”

“You mentioned that earlier, or do you not remember?”

“I thought- you weren’t listening.”

“Of course, I listened.” He smiled at you.

“Even the part when I wondered if you could turn into a hilichurl?”

“You what-…when did you-“

“Well I guess you did fall asleep after all.” You chuckled and placed a bowl of noodles in front of him.

…

The next morning Zhongli headed for work early, at the end he didn’t sleep at all. You two sat in the living room and talked about all sorts of topics. When at some point he started sharing old stories that you knew very well, after all you had been there with him. But you just fell asleep without even noticing that you felt tired.

So he carried you to bed and since it was around 5 in the morning he just decided to go to the Funeral parlour. There, a few hours later people started to show up and questioned why he came to work this early, he just said that he was had a pleasant conversation that kept him up.

He definitely didn’t doze off on the couch when he came back.

Do I make a part 2???

[partiallycuriousartist]

I just adore this concept!! There's so much potential and so much to play around with!! Like, are they truly seeing the one they've lost or have they forgotten what their lost one looks like after all this time? Maybe the reader really is the reincarnation, or maybe it's just a coincidence? Either way it's amazing to read!! I just love the idea, and the way it's amazingly written!! I love how the author portrays the difference how quickly/desperate they are for their lost one. It just makes me squeal with joy!!

Hello, You can make a yandere Wanderer/Scaramouche , Zhongli, arlecchino, neuvillette? ,Albedo? (creator?), Venti, Mavuika and Ei meet a reader who is almost identical to the person who died long ago (such as Venti's best friend, Ei's sister and the Salt Goddess etc) . The reader is identical, but not exactly identical, like the color of the hair and eyes. Thank you, your reading is great!

Echoes of the Past

Synopsis: You are not them. But it does not matter. Because now, you are theirs. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Wanderer, Zhongli, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Albedo, Venti, Mavuika, & Ei x Reader who Resembles Their Lost One

Wanderer / Scaramouche – The Puppet’s Haunting Past

At first, he thinks it’s a cruel joke.

A twisted trick played by fate to torment him further.

When he sees you in the marketplace, his heart stops.

He sees the familiar tilt of your head, the same way Niwa used to look at the world—with curiosity, with kindness. But that’s impossible.

Niwa is gone.

Wanderer is frozen in place, hands clenched at his sides, watching as you move through the crowd, unaware of his piercing gaze.

And then—

"Tch." His voice is sharp, bitter, filled with something he refuses to name. "This is ridiculous."

But he follows you.

He does not know why.

Only that he must.

And when you finally turn, eyes locking with his, he feels something inside him snap.

You are not Niwa.

But that does not matter.

Because now, you belong to him.

Zhongli – The Remnants of a Shattered Past

He drops his teacup.

Porcelain shatters against the ground, but he does not move to pick it up.

He is staring.

For the first time in centuries, Zhongli feels as if he has forgotten how to breathe.

Guizhong.

He can see her in you—not entirely, but enough. The way your lips curve into a soft, thoughtful smile, the way you tilt your head in curiosity. It is too much.

Rationality tells him that you are not her. That you could not possibly be her.

But reason means nothing when confronted with a past that refuses to stay buried.

He approaches you, voice smooth but laced with something almost desperate.

"Forgive me," he murmurs, watching your every movement. "But you remind me of someone very dear to me."

He does not say that he intends to keep you.

But he will.

And he will never let you leave.

Arlecchino – The Flame That Refuses to Die

She hates this.

You remind her of him.

The one who raised her, the one who shaped her into who she is—the Father she buried with her own hands.

And yet, here you stand.

Smiling that same infuriating smile.

She wants to ignore you. To pretend you do not exist.

But her eyes always find you in the crowd.

Her mind refuses to let go.

And before she knows it, she has you cornered.

Her gloved fingers trail along your cheek, deceptively gentle.

"You have no idea what you’ve done," she murmurs, eyes dark.

Because now—

She cannot let you go.

Neuvillette – The Mourning Judge

It is raining.

It has been raining since the moment he saw you.

Neuvillette does not understand why the sight of you unsettles him so deeply.

Until he realizes—

Egeria.

The one he lost. The one who guided Fontaine, whose absence left a wound that never fully healed.

And now, you.

You are not her. And yet, something in the way you move, in the way you speak—it is too close.

Too painful.

He does not approach you immediately. He simply watches, silent, distant, his expression unreadable.

But the rain continues.

And when he finally does speak, his voice is impossibly soft—

"You should not be alone."

You shifted uncomfortably. “Do I… know you?”

His pale eyes darkened.

"No," he murmured. "But I knew you."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but Neuvillette did not elaborate.

Instead, he simply watched you.

Silent.

Possessive.

Rain poured harder, soaking his coat—soaking you.

He did not care.

For the first time in centuries…

He had something worth keeping.

Albedo – The Creator’s Repeating Experiment

At first, he does not react.

He simply observes.

You are not Rhinedottir. Your eyes are different, your voice is not the same.

And yet.

There is something in your expression—some unspoken familiarity—that grips him in a way he cannot explain.

Albedo does not believe in fate.

But this?

This is close.

"You are intriguing," he says at last, tilting his head. "I wonder…"

He steps closer.

"Would you allow me to study you?"

There is no real question in his voice.

Because now that he has found you—

He will never let you go.

Venti – The Wind That Carries Memories

Venti forgets how to breathe.

He stops playing his lyre mid-song, fingers frozen over the strings.

You are standing there, bathed in Mondstadt’s golden light, and for a moment—just a moment—he thinks he sees him.

His best friend.

The boy who once dreamed of freedom.

Venti’s chest aches.

And then, you smile.

And his vision blurs.

He appears before you in an instant, his usual playful demeanour gone.

"Hey," he breathes, voice trembling slightly. "Do you… believe in destiny?"

His fingers curl around your wrist.

Because if this is fate—

He won’t let it slip away again.

Mavuika — The Ghost of the Fallen God

She stares.

For a long time, she does nothing but stare.

You look just like Xbalanque.

The deity she lost, the one who was taken from her—the one whose absence left her hollow.

Mavuika does not speak at first. She simply stands in your path, silent and still, her piercing eyes locked onto you.

Then, softly—

"I have waited a long time."

Her voice is almost gentle.

But there is something dangerous beneath it.

"You will not leave me again."

And she means it.

Ei – The Raiden Shogun’s Eternal Mourning

It was a cruel trick.

Fate had already taken too much from her.

Makoto. Her people. The ones she had loved.

And now—

Now, it dared to put you before her, looking so much like her sister yet not.

Ei’s grip on her sword tightened.

You turned to face her, eyes questioning. “Do you need something?”

Her breath caught.

For a moment, she saw Makoto.

For a moment, she thought she could reach her.

And then, the realization sank in.

Her blade lowered.

"You will stay in Inazuma," she said softly—too softly.

You blinked. “I never said—”

"It was not a request."

This time, she would not be left behind.

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meet the archons

better quality

[finisnihil]

I’m tired of people acting like Zhongli is a serious and chill guy who would never cause problems on purpose as if he isn’t one of the biggest menaces out of the Seven. He used to throw mountains at Venti for annoying him. He, the god of history, starts fights among historians for shits and giggles. He tried to gaslight the Traveler into thinking he was totally not at the Chasm guys really Aether/Lumine you must be seeing things maybe you should go see Baizhu. When Qiqi wanted “Cocogoat” milk he was like “Oh yeah sure totally let’s go look for it” knowing damn well it was a wild goose chase. He made the Traveler sing to a flower and then was like “Oh would you look at that” when a Whooperflower jumped out to maul them. I love him. He’s like a cat pushing things off the counter to see how people react. I would pay to see him interact directly with Neuvillette because I know for a fact he’d get on that man’s nerves and argue about water tasting just to feel something. Furina used freedom from godhood to take a nap and Zhongli used it to give psychic damage to anyone who talks to him longer than 5 minutes. Iconic.

[enilehtnorevol]

[mlem0817]

He needs one more