#before I'd expect her to do one with a totally strange new director

[destinyc1020]

Watch zendaya surprise us and have a nude scene in Challengers. She surprise me with euphoria

PLOT TWIST!!! 😅🤣

[silentmoths]

First of all i want to say that i absolutly love your writing! Is soo good!!!

And if your requests are open i'd like to ask for platonic zhongli x child reader (if u r not confortable with that just ignore this ask)

Zhongli found child reader somewhere alone and took them home where child stays. After some time zhongli finds adoption papers in childs room. Child wants to ask zhongli to adopt them and already has the papers tk ask him (since zhongli likes contracts)

Thank u so much

oh OH NO THATS CUTE ABSOLUTELY Zhongli x Child!Reader

Platonic, fluff, comfort, Gender Neutral Reader

To say Zhongli's life had taken a bit more of a turn than even the ex-Archon had expected was an understatement. But really what else was he to do when he had come across the collapsed, burnt out home in the countryside, the child screaming for parents who's bodies he'd later found in the rubble.

The way they'd clung so tightly to his coat when he'd called out to them, tears streaming down their filthy, soot-ridden face. It didn't sit right with him, leaving them at an orphanage; try as he might during his days as archon, orphanages and childrens homes could never provide everything a child needed to thrive, he'd worked with plenty incognito over the centuries; it was a hard fact of life that even the archon struggled to come to terms with.

Besides, he had the means, he had a job and a home, mora and food, had a hand in raising young Ganyu (well, more like glorified babysitting for cloud retainer, but the experience was still something he looked fondly upon), plus, he wanted to know what it truly meant to be mortal, what better way to learn than parenthood?

He'd never expected it to mean so much.

----

The first months were difficult for you both, naturally. He was very new to children, let alone one who'd just lost everything in such a violent way, your emotional outbursts were...difficult for him to understand for the most part; crying in the night? sure, nightmares were common after trauma, but crying when he made you a meal you'd often eaten with your parents before the incident? that took a little longer for him to understand.

But soon enough, days melted to weeks, to months and now, nearly two years. Director Hu did so love her newest little consultant whenever you begged to come to work with him (schooling was important to, but he could indulge a day of playing hooky every once in a while, plus it was near guarenteed that the moment you walked in the door, you'd be all but kidnapped by the young parlour director to go pranking). It was rare that he found himself home before school ended for the day, and yet, that's exactly where he'd found himself.

Walking in the door, he catches himself before calling the usual 'I'm home!' into the empty apartment. It was strange, but not totally unwanted; a moment to himself to do things for himself.

and yet, after the first cup of tea, he finds himself wanting the clock to strike three already, so atleast he knew he didn't have to wait long until he had someone to talk to. For someone so young, you certainly were a quick study, any and all lectures you'd sat in on at the funeral parlour you could repeat with scary accuracy, so at the very least, Zhongli knew you'd understand if you asked about his day and he accidentally went on a tangent about a certain ceremony.

a distraction is what he needed...and the apartment could do with a bit of a tidy, a quick dust, put a start to dinner, make some tea and snacks for when you got home...yes that sounded like a grand idea.

He'd never expected mortal life to be so...domestic. But he'd found a certain level of joy in nurturing another, watching you grow and thrive, watching your talents and skills bloom; you'd make an amazing consultant yourself one day, or perhaps something else, the sky was the limit.

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It wasn't often he invaded the sancturary of your room, honestly compared to most books he'd read, and the advice he'd been given from other parents, you kept your room neater than he ever expected, even still, the blinds and ceiling skirting could use a dusting. It's as he reaches up to bust a cobweb forming in the corner that he knocks a folder from a shelf, the contents falling to the floor and spilling out onto the floor, oops.

He's quick to deal with the cobweb before bending to collect the papers, a school assignment perhaps? He quickly glances over them and the moment his eyes land on the words 'Certificate of Adoption' he feels his very blood freeze.

Original Name of child: Date of Birth: Place of Birth: Name of Birth Father: Name of Birth Mother: Name of Adoptive Father: Name of Adoptive Mother:

Almost all of it was filled in neat, careful handwriting...how long had you had these? It felt like he'd stumbled upon something he wasn't meant to see, and yet...

It's not until a quiet gasp in the doorway pulls him from his thoughts that he even realises your home, looking up to meet your wide eyes, he hasn't seen that look in a long time...in fact he hasn't seen it since the day he'd found you; fear, insecurity, anxiety as your eyes slowly drift between the papers in his hand and his face.

"I...I um...I've...."

Ah, that's something he knows, the little, anxious stutter when you obviously had something to say, but didn't know how to word it; now this he knew how to handle. He gently takes your bag from your hand and places it on the floor, guides you to the kitchen table and leaves the papers there while he brews some tea, you preferred yours with cream and two sugars.

"How long have you had these, darling?" He finally asks as he takes a seat opposite you.

"C-couple of months...X-Xingqiu helped me get them..."

Ah, the young, second son of the commerce guild, an interesting little boy, certainly wise beyond his years, somehow it did not surprise him that he was your source of such important documents.

"Are you...mad at me?" Now that question catches him totally off guard.

"Mad? why would I ever be mad?"

You're picking at your cuticles again, an old habit that you'd never quite grown from when you were stessing.

"I...I thought that...w-well we're always learning that Liyue is the land of contracts a-and...I know you said I could stay forever but... we never..s-signed a contract."

The words knock the air from his lungs. His child, his darling, who had no idea who he even was, wanted to confirm their relationship him in the best language Liyue spoke: a contract.

"And you thought that...for some reason...I would not say yes?" The quiet nod is all he needs. One hand reaches forward for the papers, the other for the pen he always kept in his coat; a very special pen that he, as Rex Lapis, as Morax himself used to sign his own contracts; the ink derived from his very own blood, as he easily reads over and fills in the missing details.

You watch in silence, watching as he elegantly fills in the blanks without missing a single beat, the entire contract filled in mere moments; missing only one more signature, one neither of you could supply.

"Ms. Yanfei should still be at the office if we hurry." He smiles, rising from his chair. You wanted to go now, you really did, but instead of following him, you find yourself collapsing into him, clinging to his coat and bursting into tears, two months of shuffling your feet, of anxiety and insecurity gone, just like that, it may have been a few simple strokes of a pen to him, but to you it felt like an avalance falling from your shoulders.

Strong arms easily scoop you up and into his chest so you can cry a little more comfortably into the crook of his neck instead as he hums a quiet tune, the same one he would hum every time you'd woken from a nightmare or had a bad day at school, all while he rubs your back.

Perhaps the signature from Ms. Yanfei could wait until tomorrow, neither of you say it, but tonight seems like a Father/Child night, so after you've calmed, you watch as he places the papers right by the front door, setting you down, you know the look in his eye, it's one of those nights; so you rush off to get changed and to wash your splotchy face.

"What do you fancy tonight, darling? Dessert first and work backwards?" You giggle, sometimes your friends said Zhongli was kind of intimidating, that he seemed stern and a party pooper; but that was just how he looked.

to you? Zhongli was kind, he was patient, he helped you with your math homework and enjoyed listening to your stories, you enjoyed going to the funeral parlour with him. He made you feel safe and loved, you still missed your parents, and he was always there in those moments when it got to be a bit too much; he never tried to keep you away from your old home, if you wanted to go visit, he'd make a day of it, you'd take inscense and flowers and you'd tell your parents what you'd been up to.

So, as he easily lifts you onto his shoulders so you could see over the general bustle of liyue, you smile contently, resting your chin on his head.

"Love you...dad."

You feel him hum contently.

"I love you too."

[buddaimond]

The Pop Point: Your performance in Good Time was unanimously welcomed. What is funny is that people seems to realize that you are a good actor at every new film

...Robert Pattinson: I wonder how much people think I'm a bad actor to be so surprised by each of my films. Do you think that in ten years they will still say: "Woa, he's not that bad!"? (He bursts into laughter.) But that's pretty good, isn't it? It's great to be able to surprise people, it gives you a lot of energy. It puts pressure on me in a positive way.

Is it possible for an actor to get rid of the audience's prejudices? Of the representation it has about you?

RP: I always thought that we had to accept the fact that people who saw you in a role will have a certain idea about you, some expectations. But I think we have more control than we think. It just takes time and work. It's clear that after five movies in the same vampire role, we can't expect that people won't identify him to me. But it would be the same for any role.

People may underestimate you because of Twilight, but it seems that you yourself tend to think you are bad!

Absolutely. (Laughs) I don't know why. For example, for this film, even if I love it and it was selected in Cannes, my brain could't  help but whispers to me: "It's going to be a disaster, maybe this film is shitty". And, as I arrived in Cannes, I was in a terrible mood, ready to fight with everybody. The day before the public screening, I felt pathetic and I was so angry that I was arguing about nothing with people. I don't know why this happens to me, it's a strange kind of stress.

Lots of actors avoid reading the reviews about them so as not to feel depressed. You, on the contrary, you devour them ...

Yes, and when they are good, I look for the bad ones! (Laughs.) Some reviews are really interesting: they don't just give an opinion, they are well written and make you think. Besides, I stole quotes from critics several times to bring them out in interviews! (Laughter.)

Today, these reviews say you are at your best, that Good Time is your best role so far. Is it your feeling too?

I don't know. It's such a strange industry because it totally depends on what others do. We can only be good to the extent of the opportunities we are offered. With each film, I expect it to be my last one.

You hate doing auditions ...

I'm awful during audition. I really can't do auditions. Before Twilight, I had 10,000 auditions and I only got 9 jobs. I even lost my agent several times because I was so bad. It's an anxiety problem. And then I don't like the balance of power in these auditions: 20 people in front of you who judge you, it's very humiliating, how not feel terribly bad?

Fortunately, today you no longer need this: almost all the directors would be delighted to have you in one of their films, right? Your name is synonym of fame, fans ...

If someone hires me thinking that I'm going to bring an audience with me, it makes me nervous. I can't guarantee it, nobody can. But I think the people who hire me no longer think about it, so they can't be disappointed in the end! I should do romantic movies again so that could work! (Laughter.)

You should do a romantic comedy!

I love rom-coms! The other day, I was watching 'You got a mail', this movie is really great, but nobody writes any more like that ...

Do you get a lot of offer? How do you choose your projects?

I'm very pro-active. You go crazy if you just wait for something to happen. I try to find directors or screenwriters who are not known too much yet. I set up my Twitter account to follow many journalists specialized in cinema and I literally spend my days reading reviews and watching movies. For the Safdie brothers, I came across the trailer of one of their films. I asked my agent if he knew them, but apparently no one had ever heard of them. So I rushed to my phone to ask them for a role, whatever it was!

Are there directors with whom you still dream to work with?

It's strange because there are a lot of French directors who interest me. I would really like to work with Maïwenn, I think her last film incredible. And Maren Ade! Toni Erdmann is so great. I would like to play in a comedy too ...

It's so uncommon that a "Hollywood" actor is so attract by European cinema!

It's just that I get bored very easily. I don't like to watch predictable movies. I find it crazy that many actors never watch movies. How can you enjoy being an actor and not enjoy movies? I can honestly say that's the only thing that interests me! 

Source Le Point (in French)

Thank you for translation Pattinson Art Work.