#child geo. i feel so horrible for him

[skrunklydoo]

waiter!! waiter!! more gangst please!!

[alexlikesairconditioninh]

i was never a writter, but the lack of geo content is killing me so here we go

Before you read; i tried to make this as versatile as possible, make it fit for different types of readers and wether or not it follows cannon storyline! The only thing about this is that you and crowe have no romantic interest in eachother and are just friends. (If crowe and geo were pinning for the same person that would be messy and too complicated for me to think of)

NOT PROOFREAD

geo x reader hc:

• its known that geo is rich, and from deryl's account, has bodyguards armed with katanas. while its unclear how often he is accompanied by these bodyguards. He wouldn't heasiitate to have them accompany you too, especially after the movie theater / arcade incident (depending on the route you choose) or if anything similar happened. Especially when he isnt around.

• if you are a shy / quiet person, he will be by your side, not saying much, but the fact that he is willingly spending his free time with you, shows how much he cares about you.

- he will push you out of your shell, he wants the best for you what holds people being too scared to take action. Your shyness could hold you back and he doesn't want you to be hurt by it. When your too scared to speak out he will nudge you to do so, giving you confidence and reassurance, of course he usually ends up speaking up for you anyways. He wont allow others to disrespect you.

• if you are more loud and rambunctious he would pretend to be annoyed with you, but you are close enough to know he genuinely cares about you.

- even though he dislikes rowdy places, he will endure your shenanigans. somtimes you get too out of hand, and this is when he brings you back to earth.

• surprisingly, hes a tad bit better at showing affection through words, he seems— unsure about physical contact. He has daddy issues and his relationship with his mom and hyugo are unclear, but i have a hunch that hes touch starved and never really received affection through touch (or at all).

• he isn't the best at showing affection overall, however it feels as though he does it through acts of service best. If you have an issue, he would try and fix it or help it for you— he can, and will get physical.

• while he is stubborn, and finds it hard to vocalize his admiration for you, he is decent with words of affirmation, of course at the start before you get closer hes silent. He doesn't say lovey dovey things directly, its more in how he speaks. Once he warms up to you, he will speak to and about you with love. He also teases you, just like he does with deryl, your reactions, and laughter mean the world to him. he cares about you— and the rest of his friends.

• I think quality time is a another strong means of affection for him. He’s very busy (at least— I think). He will decline going to the hallows ball even if his friends are going because he has "better things to do". His time is valuable, he will put time aside just to be with you because he loves you, you give him energy and refuel his mental state when he needs energy. Wether it be a date, cuddling, listening to music together (Japanese opera and whatever you like), looking at potted plants, or just being next to eachother, its the highlight of his day.

• speaking of cuddling, he enjoys it, while hes stiff and unsure at first, he will warm up to it. He finds comfort in having you in his arms and making sure your safe. (And later, will enjoy being in your arms). While "i love you" is too hard for him to utter, holding you close to him as a reminder of his love and protection is what he does.

• hes horrible, horrifically terrible at comforting. He wasn't comforted as a child (at least thats what i think...). So its no surprise he doesn't know how to console you, he feels awful seeing you in a depressed state. He would likely seek out one of his friends for advice on comforting you. However, times like these is when he finds it easier to voice his love for you. Even if it isnt really that comforting— "why are you so sad / crying? Was it ____— do you want me to beat their asses?"

🔖 : i was going to add another section about sol and how geo would deal with that, but i just got too impatient and just had to post it!!! So ill write that later ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

[opalthea]

Let's Get Along, Just This Once.

♡ — Pairing : Kaveh x GN!Reader

♡ — Characters : Kaveh, Gender Neutral Reader, the Traveler and Paimon are both there for moral support (and the ones who asked you to tag along in their commission party.)

♡ — Summary : You and Kaveh just can't stand each other, or at least, that's what it is, until danger approaches.

♡ — Before You Read : Fluff, not exactly enemies to lovers but the hints are there. Reader has a Geo vision and is a bow user. NOT PROOFREAD.

♡ — Notes : This was a comm by my lovely senior for their OC! With their permission, I tweaked it here and there so all of us could enjoy a little silly Kaveh fanfic <3 Please let me know if there were any mistakes, I'm more than happy to edit it again 'n' again.

♡ — Links : Masterlist.

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“Are you actually serious right now?”

Kaveh groans, pinching the bridge of his nose when you toss aside one of the Cor Lapis that you insisted on examining. Don’t get him wrong; he values quality more than you would, but to handle that pricey ore like it’s a child’s toy, has his pockets feeling empty (not that they’re ever full, anyway).

You, however, don't really share his opinion. In your eyes, quality really does mean everything; if this Cor Lapis is unusable for its original purposes (see: for the Traveler's commission from the Adventurer's Guild), then you would just have to separate it from the rest. Plus, it’s not like you're throwing it away in a dustbin, are you? You can always make use of this one after all of you are done with the task.

So, what is it that he’s so irritated over? They’re not giving that one to the Traveler, surely...

“What?” You raise an eyebrow, your temper being just as short as his. He scoffs at your confusion, finding it ridiculous as he kneels to grab the abandoned Cor Lapis.

Muttering under his breath – “You clearly don’t know how to be careful with gems like these.” – he inspects it closely, crossing his fingers in hopes that it hasn’t been scratched or damaged or whatsoever - the Traveler would kill him, he’s sure! People would’ve paid a hefty amount as far as he’s been told.. and he doesn’t want to witness their rage if they found out that you apparently didn’t care about the costs of these invaluable ores. Thankfully, the ore survives with no scratches after such a horrible, blunt hurl.

You clear your throat out of nowhere, pushing yourself upwards so that you're released from crouching on the ground. “Actually, these are called crystals,” you state, matter-of-factly, your nose pointing towards the sky above you two. “Crystals and gems are different, if you couldn’t tell. I guess even the Akademiya’s most astounding student still fail at discerning something as small as this.” With your arms crossed, you don a smug look on your face, as if winning this petty argument is your only goal today.. aside from earning mora, of course.

But Kaveh only mocks you with a tsk, looking away when his head unhelpfully thinks fondly of your pride-filled face. “Crystals? I thought a junior so high-headed like yourself would know this, but-“ he stands up, with the Cor Lapis in his hand, “- a gem is made out of precious minerals. Y’know, like diamonds. Even if it wasn’t a gem, I was figuratively saying that you really don’t know how to manage valuable stuff like this!-“

“Oi! What are you two doing, squabbling behind our backs?!” A whiny voice interrupts, and the body that belongs to it flies in between them. Paimon – bless her for intervening in their pointless debate – frowns, a noticeable pout on her small face, and gestures to the Traveler, whose expression displays their lack of amusement. Suddenly, you feel a bit sheepish; yeah, that’s right, you came here to help them with the commission, not to argue with some guy who claims that his seniority makes him a lot more knowledgeable than you are!

You clear your throat, “well,” you said, gritting your teeth, “we were both just discussing how very important it is to give our client the best ores of its kind, right?” And Kaveh would be a total idiot if he ignores the cues you're giving; unfortunately, his short temper only adds to the fact that he’s not a very good liar, so his honesty bleeds through immediately without much thought given.

“No! What, you’re not going to tell the Traveler that you basically decided that the Cor Lapis we gathered here isn’t good enough and threw them away?”

“That was not what I–!”

“Oh, sure, deny it all you want! At this point, I can even defend Alhaitham because at least he knows the difference between gems and crystals – and he’s from Haravatat!”

“Ugh, why you little–!”

A shrill shriek cuts their bicker short, and Paimon screams unintelligible words, except for her first sentence: “Look out!!” She points wildly towards something behind the two of you, prompting you to turn around-

-and the sight of a charging Ruin Hunter is not one you expect to see at Huaguang Stone Forest.

You had no time to react, not when the drill aims towards you specifically. Your eyes widen, your breath hitches, and you couldn’t do anything but stare as it finishes its charge.

Until Kaveh pulled you away in a split second, knocking the two of you both off balance and onto the ground. His arms wrapped around you – you stay unaware of its almost protective nature – as the automaton drives its drill into the air, where you last stood. Your breathing comes in quick gasps, and you know you're supposed to be used to this; the fighting and the unpredictability of the monsters you fight, but for the first time in a while, your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

Kaveh groans, pushing you both up to a sitting position. His eyes skim through your figure, “are you alright?”

Effectively, the concern in his voice – “Is that real?” you wonder – pulls you out of your daze, and as you stand up, away from him, your bow is immediately summoned to your side. How careless, you tsk, overlooked the possibility of automatons being around this area of Liyue.

And as much as you don't like his guts, you wouldn’t even think about putting his life on the line, especially when this is something you could've easily predicted.

Kaveh ignores the fact that you paid no mind to his question. It would be good if it stayed that way, he didn’t want to deal with you interrogating him about that slip-up of genuine worry in his tone. Instead, he focuses back on the situation at hand, when the Ruin Hunter begins its Artillery Mode. It’s dangerous, and his mind tells him that they should all just run, that they should not waste energy fighting that today, but that’s because he’s a claymore user and the Traveler is a sword fighter; both of which are melee, helpless when that machine rises to the air.

But you use a ranged weapon. With one Geo-infused, precise shot, you bring the Ruin Hunter to a crash, temporarily disabling the flying giant. A huge smirk replaces your earlier fright, and you turn towards the other two with a newfound urge to settle her revenge.

He thinks that you're amazing, the way that you quickly recover from that surprise attack.

“So, you two gonna keep gawking or are you gonna permanently put this thing to sleep?” You taunt, and yell something incoherent from a distance, activating your vision’s potential. A tornado visibly forms for a second, and it grows larger, trapping the Ruin Hunter in an artificial sandstorm. Ah, yes, of course a Geo vision could create that! He's not about to question where the winds are coming from.

The Traveler nods from the corner of Kaveh’s eye, quickly running towards it before it gets a chance to wake up. To their willingness to fight, he sighs, and although he’s not the strongest in this group, it would be highly risky and rude if he leaves them to themselves. Kaveh calls for Mehrak, and his claymore, and thinks of himself as insane; logically speaking, he’s trained to be aware of safety risks as an architect and should’ve convinced these two to escape while they can.

“Yeah- I’m coming! Archons, this is crazy…”

Yet, if it’s you, he thinks that even Alhaitham’s rationality is thrown out of the window, and that guy has zero common sense. No, literally, take it from him, a guy who has to deal with his tasteless sense of decoration and furniture.

Besides, now that he’s caught up with them, he’s suddenly feeling a little more furious for the heart attack it gave him, and the stupid mistake he made when saving her. A mistake that he hopes you wouldn’t make fun of him for, and prays to the Dendro Archon that you'd forget it ever happened.… Honestly, it wasn’t so bad that time, when they were so close to each other. If only you could afford to be a little bit nicer, he thought, and know the difference between crystals and gems.

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[autumn-foxfire]

As long as we’re spilling some tea, can we talk about how Zhongli has been horribly mischaracterized by the fandom? I legit find it hard to find a good story where Zhongli isn’t a manipulative and selfish a-hole that only cares for his own interests.

Look how they’ve massacred my man. 😭

YES, MY GOD.

Even when they're trying to make Zhongli 'nice' they make him an ass over his contracts even though Zhongli's deal with his contracts is that they're made fairly and benefit both parties.

I don't think this fandom can handle that Zhongli is just nice! They have to have him be an ass at some point only to become nicer due to the influence of another...

It's why so many people came to hate Guizhong because many of the fandom (especially the shippers) have spread the myth that Zhongli only became kind because of her! Even though Zhongli had been protecting mortals even before he ever met Guizhong 🙄

People seem to think that because of how Zhongli presented himself during the archon war that was his personality even though the lore itself says that was a mask he wore because he believed it was what was needed from him.

The fandom keeps trying to force Zhongli into the tropes they expect a character of his archetype should fall into. He's the oldest of the Gods on Teyvet so he must be strict in his ways, he represents Geo so he must be unbending and unwilling to change, he's not the most expressive (though he is far from as stoic as the fandom makes him out to be) so that means he's cold and cruel however canon Zhongli is none of these!

I don't really care when it's a darkfic that purposely makes characters OOC (I don't really care for them but I understand why they are) but it seems to be a common consensus to make Zhongli this way and I'll turn blue in the face screaming about how much I hate it. It's even worse when he's a background character too, I've had to put down many fics with other ships I enjoy because of how they interpret my favourite character T-T

It's why I hate that the word "betrayed" seems to be used all the time when it comes to how people explain Zhongli's actions during the archon quest. I find it hilarious (and extremely aggravating) that the man who almost killed everyone isn't called the betrayer, noooo, it's just Zhongli whose in the wrong in this scenario. See, look how mad Childe was after all!!!!

Urgh, sorry for the rant about Childe but he's another character that has been massacred by this fandom. He's either an annoying fuckboy or he's a whiney asshole who can't get over the fact the person he was using happened to be using him too and will be depressed and horrible to Zhongli until the man apologises to him 🙄

Zhongli and Childe need to be taken away from this fandom but then again I tend to feel that way about all my favourites. I just get very protective over them.

[icharchivist]

great thanks! now time to wonder about the tolerance of all my favorite primals. so sandalphons is pretty low,,, gabriel and rosetta are up there,,,, good to know, good to know,,,, mhm,,,,

oh hell yeah.

So we have a pretty good scale already with that.

Sandalphon is probably a sick drunk all the way, with his temper getting worse probably while drunk. Very angry boy.

Gabriel and Rosetta meanwhile probably are barely affected by alcohol and can drink for a long time, at worst they can be even more teasing than they were already but that's old news, and the next morning she'll be fine.

and now that we have this scale we can see the rest.

and here's my HCs if you want them

Belial for instance probably has a high tolerance and doesn't get drunk easily, if he does, he probably gets more horny (we can hope for him being more angsty, but, if only.). I'd imagine him not having any hangover the next day. But imagining him with one is really funny so i'm torn on what to think.

Lucifer meanwhile probably has a low tolerance. Gets flustered, gets absolutely no filter, he tells everything he has in his mind, the problem is that it's mostly about how he cares about people around him so he's embarassing as hell. Would probably hug Sandalphon while drunk. The next morning he would have just completely forgotten the previous night.

in the other four primarches, i'd say Uriel is a heartly drunk, always laughing, always loud. probably not sick the next day, but he has the best post-hangover remedies. Raphael probably has high tolerance and is rather quiet.

Michael's tolerance is a bit in the middle, she can drink quite a bit before she ends up acting drunk. Once drunk she probably gets overly passionate about something again. Would boss everyone around her to act out some play with her, completely drunken, because the skies are a stage and they need to act NOW. She'd be miserable the next morning.

Sariel.... I don't see him drink a lot. Would imagine him be a sleepy drunk, easily just nodding off. The next morning he feels a little sick but nothing too bad.

Hal&Mal become insanely more flirty when drunk, and probably are constantly trying to set you up in relationship with someone. They're alright the next morning tho.

Azazel would be even stupider than ever which is honestly truly impressive. He'd totally get into fights. He'd remember none of it the next day but wonder why he's sick.

Metattron doesn't get drunk. He's constantly trying to watch over everyone to make sure nothing bad happens. So he never allow himself to get drunk. Not sure for his tolerance.

Grimnir gets drunk easily and is just Grimnir x10000000. Louder than ever. Type to climb on tables to do his monologues. Absolutely pitiful the next day though, whining the whole time about how sick he feels.

Shiva probably doesn't get drunk, or if he does he probably is similar to Lucifer in term of his appreciation of the world. Next morning he's a champ, no forgetting, no nothing, just a normal day for him.

Europa gets tipsy and flirty when drunk. More flustered than ever, probably in need of supervision so she doesn't kiss someone on accident. Probably kissed Alexiel at some point because of that. Gabriel has to take care of her most of the time to get her girlfriend back. If she remembers the next morning she acts like she doesn't.

Alexiel would be loud and start bar brawl. Her honorable front falling for the thrill of a good fight. Probably highly more likely to be embarassed and act out on her embarassment with violence. She has a horrible hangover the next morning and threatens anyone who wants to bring it up.

Zooey and Geo would both be easily drunk, and likely to get into fight with people. Zooey about balance, Geo about primal rights. Zooey probably has to be the one to wrestle with Geo. Zooey doesn't really remember much the next morning but Geo does and is fuming. (Yuni looks like a child so no bar would give her any alcohol, and Zooey and Cosmos probably wouldn't allow it anyway. She drinks fruit juice).

Cosmos would probably just be rather calm, i don't see her getting drunk easily, always trying to be in control of herself. Not to passionate, not anything. She'd have a headache the next morning though.

Noa has high tolerance, and no hangover. He's with Rosetta and Gabriel in the teasing gang though.

Medusa gets drunk easily and is unbearable. Constantly starting fight, constantly yelling at people, barely held together by Satyr trying to calm her down. Miserable the next morning but she remembers everything and is extremely embarassed by her behavior.

Satyr is a happy drunk. She giggles she tells jokes, she tries to have everyone be friendly, she tries to befriend the whole bar. She's alright the next morning.

Nezah is a gamble. He'll either be calm and normal as if nothing happened, but, if anything ends up titillating his bloodthirsty side he WILL start a bar brawl and you will be unable to stop him else he'll start hitting you. Doesn't remember anything the next morning, but is okay.

Baal is probably the assigned Sober Primal Pal because everyone would cause a mess otherwise. I can't really imagine him drunk, but he'd probably be even more curt and sarcastic, and probably would be insulting people on accident. But he's overall okay. Probably sleepy the next day though because of the energy to keep everything in control.

Freyr is a sad drunk who just ends up thinking more about how much his life sucks when he's drunk. He's just as miserable the next morning.

Athena would probably try not to drunk much in order to stay always on the ready, but i'd imagine her getting tipsy if she drinks a little too much. Enyo probably tries to get her to drink specifically to see her loosen her walls for a bit and maybe eventually take advantage of it. Athena remembers the next morning and is mortified even though she didn't do anything bad the previous day, just because she lost control a bit.

Enyo has a moderate tolerance but would be inclined to do even more murder if you let her. Probably would try to provoke Athena and/or make out with her. She'd be okay the next morning.

Lich wonders why you even invited her and drunks her anxiety away about being around multiple people. Her anxiety doesn't go away with drinking and eventually you hear her shrinks in horror because too many people are around her. The next morning she has the worst of headache and refuses to see anyone.

Poseidon has a high tolerance and probably encourages other people to drunk only to judge them all evening. Might flirt with Lowain if he's around. He's okay the next morning but he is going to remind everyone who was drinking with him of how pitiful they were and WILL judge you.

I can't imagine Sylph drink, so i'll put her on sleepy drunk if she ends up doing so.

Vira is in the primal beast list so i'll do her too, but she'd have low tolerance and would ramble so much about how much she loves Katalina and be even more clingy. Lowain would say she's just like usual. but Vira is also much more likely to draw her blade against him while Drunk. But Lowain would still say "yeah like usual". she'd be miserable the next morning though.

Then all that's left is like, the starting primals (Tiamat, Yggy ect) but i don't really have much idea for that. Tiamat might end up be more easily angry, Yggy more easily sleepy, but that's about as far as i can go.

I have the tier list of primal character opened to answer this ask, if i didn't include someone from this list in this post it's because i'm either uninspired or don't know them enough.

AND THIS IS my drunk primal HCs masterpost, thank you for your time o7

[hydroglia]

Had Childe been able to speak, then he would have asked, why those words were spoken, for he had done nothing to break the contract, he had made with the lord of geo. No, he hadn't, after what had happened, made any move to harm anyone in Liyue, besides those, who didn't uphold the deals they had made, with the Fatui. It would have made anger blossom in his chest - and hurt. Not the kind of hurt which he was experiencing right now as he charged at the ex archon, at Zhongli, who had become someone very close to the harbinger's heart, so close in fact, that any emotions directed at Childe, always pierced through his thick walls now, which was why, his emotions were so much stronger and why, it was now possible to get hurt mentally. Physical pain, was something Childe was used to, he had grown somewhat numb to it, unless it was this kind of pain, a pain so intense, that it made him unable to focus, on anything else. Corruption was a horrible thing and despite having suffered it more than once, it was never this horrible, so horrible that he couldn't heal himself from it. No, this corruption was deep and started from within his heart, which at this point, was giving up, which explained the harbinger's sudden lack of power, power that had been all used up in the fight, he had, had earlier against Xiao, who had been the first to appear in his path to destruction. Usually, the harbinger could go on for way longer, but due to the immense power being forced through his body, there wasn't enough energy to work with, especially with his heart slowly giving up and cracking within his chest.

The sudden hold made the male release a deep snarl as he trashed before his body simply stilled as if Childe had suddenly given up completely, but instead, it was something completely different, instead, it was the sound of the nearby voice piercing the fog in his mind. Without warning, tears escaped the unnatural depths, only to fall like rivers done cracked features as the harbinger started to tremble, with choked sobs. It was the first time in years, that Childe cried and the first time, he felt utterly hopeless and lost.

❛ It hurts, it hurts.. it h-hurts s̵̲̀-̷̪͌s̶̘͂o̷̟̓ ̴͚̎m̶̭̑ũ̶̱c̸̯̚h̵̋͜.̵̳̃.̶̼̚ p̶̰̿-̸̻̀p̴̛̘l̷̰̂e̶̜͛à̷̻s̴͍̍e̶̱͠ ̶̡̈́m̸̩̎ả̵͉k̷̡̂è̸̯ ̴͉͗ì̵̧t̵̩̽ ̶̦̏s̸̖͋-̷̰̂s̴̝̒t̸̞̊o̶̯͛p̴̖̍ ❜

Normally, tears would never fall due to pain, but this was so much more than mere pain. It was the feeling of being unable to do anything - to not trust his own mind, that was the worst and the flashes of him fighting, without having had the control to do anything at all. It was being forced to be in darkness, without a way out and seeing the man he had come to dare imagine a further with, look at him like that, which made it clear, that he had never truly deserved the ex archon, it was everything he feared all at once and it was killing him, just like the corruption was killing his heart. All Childe hoped for, right now, was that Zhongli would make sure his family would be safe and happy, after he no longer could do that.

❛ P-please... take care of.. them.. once.. I am.. go..ne.. ❜

Just like his body, his voice trembled as it grew weaker and weaker until.. the harbinger became completely still in the strong arms as Childe's head landed on the nearby shoulder, with a single tear escaping the unseeing eyes as the organ within, finally gave its last beat.

SO IT CAME TO THIS. Was it to be expected? Perhaps. Hindsight is an old friend... An old friend that comes knocking, bearing news of misfortune. Nevertheless, it never got easier with time, to witness a loved one succumb to erosion of the mind. Corruption... Erosion, the term is irrelevant. In the end, it is all the same for the victim of a faltering mind. Childe, he is a mortal man- no amount of talent or exceptional strength would change this - the Abyss, the Foul Legacy cares not for it and will consume him from the inside out. Indeed, the Harbinger has resisted it's influence for a commendable time. A normal human would have died a long time ago from it's corrosive nature. But even the largest mountain cannot eternally withstand the sands of time, as such, Childe's time is up - FOUL LEGACY has wholly merged with the man which Morax had come to care for deeply, profoundly... Just as he had Guizhong. Is it his curse, to watch his treasure fall before his feet, and die in his arms? A heavy weight push down on his shoulders, he almost crumbles under it's pressure. YOU ARE A SHIELD, THEIR SPEAR, THEIR PILLAR OF GOLD. Even when immense sorrow wrap like barbed wire around his heart of stone, Morax cannot panic, he cannot falter. He is the one who stands in front of everyone during times of crisis. Liyue is under attack, and General Alatus struggles to contain the threat, as such, despite having retired from the role of archon, he must protect his beloved harbor; protect it from the very man he loves. An archon no longer, but still the Prime Adeptus and the Warrior God,

" ... Ajax, as per our contract, you were not to put the people of Liyue in danger in your quest for power. The contract has been broken, as consequence for your actions, you are to suffer the wrath of the rock. " Pity flicker within golden depths as they watch the sorry sight of what once had been Ajax, his partner. Pity, and grief. A momentary window into which one could see the emotions the Lord of Geo so often could not expose. Guizhong, am I to witness another death? My dear, must I say farewell to yet another friend and treasure? Closing his eyes, he thought back unto the moments shared between the Harbinger and him. The good and the bad. In his hand, the Vortex Vanquisher materialize, readied to strike, should it come to it. Ajax's beautiful face is now tarnished by corruption, by the abyss. Black and purple, he appeared more like a battered and wounded animal, a beast in pain, rather than the prideful and energic warrior which Zhongli knew. It drove a sharp pain into his beating organ, to witness this. It reminded him of Ahzdaha who - too - had fallen to the Abyss. As the mindless man lashed out with a feral craze within distorted eyes, Zhongli exhaled a heavy sigh. That attack lacked the strength necessary to wound a god; those claws will not scratch a being made of rock and gold. Unlike their face-off inside the Golden Palace, where Morax had sealed Foul Legacy inside a circle of geo pillars and spears, Childe did not pose any danger to him this time. Xiao had struggled because of his undying loyalty to Rex Lapis; unwilling to harm that which is dear to him, but Morax would not hold back... Ah, but there was no reason to unleash his true power, Ajax is dying already. Please, don't die- ... Wǒ ài nǐ , these tender feelings will die with you. If there is a way to avoid what was about to happen, if there is a way to save his beloved treasure, then... He cannot break his contracts, nor can he ignore the breaking of a contract. A punishment must be dealt. Morax, every punishment for a broken contract need not be equal. Adjust your punishment according to the crime committed, death is not always the answer. Dear Guizhong's words linger inhis mind, wiser than he could ever be. Knowing what he had to do, if he is to bypass the rules of their broken contract that compell him to punish Childe, if he is to spare Childe's life for this unforgivable offence, Zhongli let the spear in his grasp elegantly moved forward, meeting the clawed strike. Vortex Vanquisher pushed the arm aside, without injuring Childe who -now- simply fell forward into his open embrace. With a glimmering shine, the mighty spear vanished into dust, and Zhongli wrapped his arms around Ajax; pulling him in close, holding him tightly. " I apologize, Ajax. Our contract has been broken, your punishment is the loss of the power which corrupts your body. "

[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART II | wc. 5.4K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' webtoon | overview. This Webtoon follows the story of a woman who somehow can remember all her past lives.

sum. You were running too fast in life, so fast that no one could catch up, not even Morax who left you to fend off with your curse. Just when you thought you'll slip and fall, a certain consultant came behind and caught you.

cw. mentions of extreme emotion breakdown. cttro 双niarss on Twitter for the art below.

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PART I < PART II

THEME SONG; Slump by Stray Kids (English Version)

There are five stages of grief; Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. All in order.

In your case, it was the other way around. You have long accepted Morax will lay on his deathbed one day, every living thing will eventually cease to exist, mortal and immortal alike

You, out of all people know the in-depth concept of death.

And yet, no amount of tutelage or experience can prepare you for the real thing.

Now you understood what Morax felt when you died.

Your chest feels raw like there's a sudden gash wound that has manifested in your heart. It was painful, too painful that you wouldn't wish it upon anyone, even on your worst enemy.

Scratch that. It's not just pain. It feels something more destructive, demanding and insatiable, crueler than sorrow. Not even death can appease this feeling.

It was agony.

Impale your abdomen with a spear hundred times. Sever your limbs every lifetime. Suffer for all eternity hiding behind Morax and watch him love with someone else over and over again— you'd take them all and say thank you.

You'd be grateful and endure each of them just to trade whatever horrible feeling that's tearing you apart.

Confusion, terror and fright blanketed your mind as you slumped on the floorboards, desperately gasping for breath.

The acrid smell of snarling lightning crackles in the stale midnight air, sharp enough to singe every nerve of your body, rendering you cowering in overwhelming emotions— agony, pain and grief.

Inazuma was bustling with the news of the Geo Archon passing away recently. You could only imagine how Liyue is digesting the cruel twists of events.

The news spreads fast enough for foreign people to sympathize to Liyue citizens, some even offered prayers to the Raiden Shogun, some pay their respects by wishing the late Archon to rest in peace, some never bothered to care.

But none of them mourned in the confinements of their four walls as you did, the Celestia above knows the quiet sobs that wrecked the very core of your existence. The horrors of every shitty lives you went through cannot be compared to this day.

Rex Lapis, who is— was widely known for many names, mostly as the Geo Archon, God of War, God of Contracts, Former Prime Adepti, the Stonebreaker, God of History is now reduced by dust with his people carrying the legacy he has passed on.

To you, all this time, he's still... Morax the petulant child who leans on you for comfort, who politely demands you to sing a lullaby as kids. You're already sold to the idea no one would ever believe you if you told them what embodiment of mischief he was in the ancient times, the exact opposite of the Archon they knew about.

Nostalgia hits you in particular days you can't find traces of the young Morax, but Pride would caress your heart every achievement he succeeds as you watch the people love him.

Similar to a lone planet, you desperately search for a star to orbit around, to give you a source of energy and strength. Once you find one, it'll be difficult to rearrange your position after you have settled down, you're attached until the star loses its amber glow.

And now the star is gone. Gone with the cosmos after a supernova.

Destroying the neighboring planets, including you.

You were the closest in its orbit, you're the one who had to endure the scorching flames morphing you into ashes until you're reduced into cosmos particles for no one to remember.

Morax left you to fend off with your curse and face adversities alone.

Mortals would succumb to these adversities and would choose to sever their connection to the living to escape from everything. You've seen a handful of them and can't ever get enough of it.

If there's anything you long to have other than having Morax beside you is a swift escape.

Every mortal is capable of such thing, you are too, but it's pointless if the pain will cling to you in your next life. It's fruitless to cry when you know every affliction won't be forgotten even if you tried.

Just why?! Why do I have this perpetual curse of reincarnation? I abhor you, Celestia! Not only you cursed me, you even took away Morax from this land!

You shake your head as the anger surge took over your sanity. You thought you can just go live your merry life, unbeknownst how dependent you were to Morax.

Your will to live is solely operated by the fact you have someone you want to protect. But now he's gone? What's the back up plan? Clearly you can't just follow him in his death knowing you can die, but your memories will remain with you.

Was it out of selfishness to protect him to have someone accompany your lonely soul? Because he's the only one who actually remembers the real you?

Rain began to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard disembodied voices theorizing Morax's death. The muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of today's unsavory news. How convenient, the sky is sympathizing.

No, make it stop! I don't want fo hear any of it! Morax is dead, that's how nature works. I'm griefing because it hurts, not because I have nothing to live for.

You lived in that illusion for minutes until. . .

*drip* *drip*

. . . the dam broke.

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the pain would stop, just numbing it would be fine too. Your choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and sat there unmoving.

There's no see you later's anymore, for Morax has left you. Today has marked your first Goodbye to him.

For an indiscernible amount of time, there was only a black void and it could have been as if you didn’t exist and you had never existed.

And then you felt each of your cells that had been ripped apart within seconds be sewed back together just as quickly, and your eyes met nothing but a blinding white light.

Have I reborn again? You're not aware which is which anymore. You lift your numb hand and reality crashed over your head, you haven't died out of grief, yet.

Your mind is in havoc, you don't know what you want, not that you have any choice.

Dying won't help you escape, forgetting is not an option, loving. . . can't heal an open wound.

No words can equate the absolute devastation you feel.

❖ ── ✦ ── 『 6000 YRS AGO 』 ── ✦ ── ❖

This is stupid. Utterly ridiculous!

What kind of mortal would go in the mines in the middle of the night where monsters lurk in the shadows to hunt for preys? Yeah, that's a question he would like for you to answer!

He flies twice the speed he usually exerts, his mind running rampant of all worst possible scenarios.

He doesn't know what compelled you to do such ridiculous act, but all he knows is he has get to you before any monsters do.

Landing unceremoniously, he gulps at the sight before him. He was never a fan of darkness, it never fails to instill fear in him, the fear of the unknown.

The only time he feels comfortable in the night is whenever you're around him. You don't fear the night, and it somehow influenced him in a way that there's nothing that should be afraid of as long as you're with him— as his human shield.

Young Morax finds himself slowly withdrawing, the fear overpowering his will to come and save you.

"Morax? What are you doing out here?" Saved by the gracious voice of yours, young Morax nearly broke his neck with how fast he looked at your direction.

Your face is contorted out of concern for him, he's sweating profusely and his breathing is ragged.

Just seeing you all in one piece with no signs of injuries made hin slumped on the ground, sighing in relief.

You were at his side seconds later, subconsciously caressing his cheeks. Celestia above! He's shaking like a leaf!

"It's alright, let's get you out of here." Your soothing voice appeased his troubled mind as you helped him get back on his feet. He clutches the fabric of your shirt and wordlessly launches himself on you, arms and tiny tail entrapping you in an embrace.

You waste no second reciprocating the gesture, you've known him for months to be comfortable with physical sentiments. Though you can't say the same to him as he would always flinch away when you initiate it, but has no problem when he does it.

And it seems like he needs your comfort to even give a damn.

"Whatever it is, it can't hurt you now okay?"

From that angle, he peered from below you as if confirming the validity of your words, amber eyes looking like someone has kicked an innocent puppy, it's no wonder you have a soft spot for him.

Both of you strayed away from the caves leading to mines, "I-I thought you l-left me." He meekly mumbled, almost incoherent.

That baffles you as he continues, "I overheard f-from your village that m-monsters are increasing in the area and you're probably..."

"Shh... I'm here now, aren't I? I'm sorry you have to hear that, I can assure you I haven't encountered any marauding monsters during my little excursion." You sighed, guilt pooling your conscience.

He sniffled, "So, you're not going to leave me?"

"Can I even go anywhere when you have a sharp sense of smell?"

"I'm a dragon, not a wolf." He whined, though you could still see the glint of dubious in his eyes, "Can I trust your word?"

Words never served him better than actions, you ought to show him you honor your word by affirming it through gestures.

Smiling, you offered your hand to him.

"How about you hold my hand on our way home? Will that help?" He stares at you and literally contemplated before he relented.

It's warm, much similar to your hug, but like a form of hug that has been reduced to a smaller fraction. It's still a paragon of comfort.

Surely enough, it did help his mind to be at ease. If you ever feel like he's cutting off your circulation, he is cutting your circulation by intertwining your fingers as if trying to tangle it so it won't loose.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm stupid for cowering away just because of some stupid dark cave." He lowered his head in shame.

He's a Dragon who has greater strength than most beings, and yet he lets his fear consume him as if they can hurt him like how—

"Nonsense! Don't ever think like that or I will personally be the reason why you should fear humans." As stern as you sound, your eyes tell a different story.

Young Morax deduced this as concern, which resulted a flustered and heartwarming reaction from the boy. You were worried for him.

It shouldn't be something he's supposed to feel happy about, but your fretful intentions warranted warmth and security in his mind.

"I didn't know how oddly. . . pleasant it is to hold hands." He mused, and you responded with an amused giggle, "Here I thought only couples do this stuff, but it's really reassuring."

"It does, doesn't it? Sometimes the solution to your conflicts is in a form of validation."

Too wise for a kid, he inwardly complained, ". . .Meaning?"

You hold his other hand and stood to face him with a sequined smile, "No matter how minuscule or massive your fears are, you'll still find comfort when someone validates your feelings; to let you know that they care. It may not be the solution in some cases, but it's better than being alone in times of your vulnerability."

You leaned slightly closer, "Can I ask you a favor?" Your gaze pierced right through his soul and he can only nod absently which resulted for you to grin.

"If you see someone, friend and stranger even enemies, looking so vulnerable that they actually might cry. . ." You lifted your intertwined hands with his, ". . .Make them feel significant."

A cold midnight wind whisked past the both of you, your eyes shone brighter than jewels and stars alike as you spoke those words that made a huge impact in his life.

". . .Even if my enemies are about to cry because I'm about to end their miserable lives?"

What a way to ruin the moment.

"You know what I mean, Mora." You deadpan, preparing to let go of his hand, but his grip is much stronger and it only tightens once he feels you're trying to detach.

"I'm afraid you have to elaborate further, Y/N. And please, I only have two syllables in my name. What's so hard in including the X?" In contrast to his words, he quite enjoys hearing his nickname.

"The X is not even a syllable, Mora."

That time, young Morax found peace.

He's always on the hunt for something new, something glimmering, something incredible, something undiscovered and something bedazzling. That's how his childlike brain thinks and he seizes anything outwardly beautiful.

But he never knew how amazing it was to see something— or rather, to see someone's beauty on the inside.

Perhaps that's what draws him to you, because of your voice, patience and understanding. He would never admit it though

To him, you're beautiful inside and out, almost perfect, even your flaws are easy to love.

He can't deny he wasted a few immortal years just mourning your death, you'd probably scold him.

Within those years, he's only reliving the memories and wise words you have with him. He wanted to come out as a better person after your death, take it as an honour of your passing.

You made him for what he is.

If he hadn't met you he'd still be the intolerable, impatient and disrespectful person as he grows up.

He'd still fear the unknown, never having the courage to take risks and accept whatever outcomes.

Everything he does always brings him back to you, his actions always correlates to something that's relevant about you. It had always been you.

He prays the Celestia to let you know you will always be apart of his person. Yes, you died, but every lingering piece of you still remains intact in the deep recesses of his mind.

He has moved on, but you remain the person he loved the most. Not even the sands of time has the capability to change that.

"How disastrous. People can be really simple-minded." Morax rubbed both of his temples once he heard the speculation of him and Guizhong plausible relationship.

"I apologize on their behalf, it never crossed my mind they'll be quick to make assumptions." The fair Goddess bowed in shame.

"You have done nothing wrong to spark such rumors, Guizhong. If anything, it is I who should seek forgiveness for I have tied you down with such unpleasant gossips."

She meekly chuckles, "If we're going to paint ourselves as the culprit then we might as well work together to quell the rumors."

His perfectly lined eyebrows knitted, which didn't go unnoticed by Guizhong, "What seems to be troubling your mind?"

A few seconds ticked by before he let out a whisper that only Barbatos can only hear thanks to his wind. For Guizhong who has keen sense of hearing, "If Y/N was here I'll gear up for another war just to extinguish this spreading rumors." She stifled a laugh.

Oh, she knows alright. She knows you. She knows the person who captivated Morax's heart, it's all about he talks to her in their leisure time and you're not a secret between their comrades.

Most people would find it dull to listen about someone's life unless it held any merit to pass onto the other mouth, she would too. But Morax describes you like a protagonist of a fairy tale, like some mythical being, caught between two worlds, a miracle of existence that racked his existence— which makes you an interesting person

She was so eager to meet you, it was rather unfortunate that you've already passed on uncountable years ago.

"Where are you going?" She inquired as the Geo Archon whisk passed her, "Out to visit an old friend. I won't be returning until tomorrow dawn."

She sighed, a corresponding smile soon follows as she took over his job for the meantime.

Morax walked through the barren areas in Mt. Tianheng, it became part of his leisure activities during the day when his mind needs to detach itself from reality and let himself be swayed by the memories he tucked in the deep recesses of his mind.

Memories of his late comrades who perished in the horrors of war and the most painful but nostalgic one; Y/N.

He ruefully sighed at the thought of you. Even in death, you have full grasp of his heart and shroud his head with your image.

Filtered beams of light accented the spaces between the ancient trees that twisted like spires from the undergrowth. Golden leaves littered the forest floor as Morax appraised the trail of mycelium path, one leading to a particular tree.

His expression remains unchanging, at least that's what he thought, any stranger sees him they'll stop to ponder what made this godly man smile so fondly.

A single maple leaf flow with the breeze, swaying in inconsistent direction until it falls in his gloved hand. The rich color of autumn and texture brings him back in his youthful days.

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"Ah! All I do is reminisce to pass time." He muttered to himself as he let the leaf get carried away by the zither winds once again.

"It certainly has been awhile, Y/N. I was but a petulant child since I've visited you. I now stand here as the Geo Archon." It has been a habit to come back to this specific tree and treats it as his home.

It's a sacred place he's closely attached to, he can perfectly picture his young self failing to spy on you. He grimaced at the memory when he was caught in the act.

"I still have no idea why you let me trail your shadows, you weren't least afraid that I'm a dragon. You told me you're fascinated, but. . . was that the only reason?"

Only the breeze answered for him with nothing, "If you hadn't allowed me to do so I do not know what kind of person I would be as of today." He steps closer and pulled off his hood.

He let the silence hang for minutes, maybe even hours. Just standing there as he appreciates what nature has to offer in the place where his story began with you.

"Are you proud of me? My comrades claimed they were more than proud to stand alongside with me, but I doubt the veracity of their words when I led them to their demise. Is it that prideful to have me as a friend when I bring nothing but misfortune?"

He finally sat down between the roots of the tree, relishing the blissful comfort as the sunlight accentuates his godly features.

"I met a boy who was being manipulated by an evil god who only desires power and selfish gains." He began.

"He was a fierce warrior, strong and capable, the manipulation only fuels him to be at his strongest form. I was thinking of eradicating him, but his eyes already looked so dead. It reminded me of. . ."

He holds his tongue and shuts his eyes as he's in pain, "It would be one of my greatest regrets if I had impaled my spear into him."

"I thought of you that time. Hadn't it been to my promise to you, I wouldn't have gained a new ally. Xiao is his name."

The wind blew stronger, ". . . I forgot you can summon him just by calling out his name." He chuckles to himself.

Green statics cracked into the air and quickly revealed a masked man with his polearm readied for any danger.

"Settle down now. I apologize, your name slipped in my mouth." The young Yaksha visibly looked confused even under the layers of his mask.

"I was narrating a story to my old friend Y/N."

Guizhong couldn't have been more right.

By the end of the day, Xiao now knows every detail there is to know about the person called Y/N. It's what Morax ever talk to him.

"Mr. Zhongli is in a very elated mood ever since you told him Archon knows what, Traveler." Hu Tao, the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor finds the situation quite absurd to look at, but never impossible. His mood just feels out of place.

Who looks at mournful families with an eccentric smile on their face as they consult them about their loved one's death?

"Why does Paimon feel like you're pointing finger at the traveler?" She puts her tiny hands on tiny her hips like a mother hen.

The Traveler let out a nervous laugh, "I wonder what exactly brought him in such high spirit with my words."

"Ooh... Paimon thinks it's about Y/N. Isn't it obvious by now?" Hu Tao furrowed her eyebrows, "Y/N? You mean the Adventurer?" Both heads snapped at her direction, "You know them?"

She reluctantly shrugged, "Only at acquaintance level. They showed interest in business and I taught them a few things." She smiled at the epilogue of her statement.

"If they ever come back, my hunch tells me you'd find them in Wangshu Inn, they frequented there before." She added before turning her attention to a new customer.

Zhongli, who's been eavesdropping, perked up at the claims. Perhaps he should visit Xiao tonight and totally won't inquire if he ever met you before.

Midnight falls and Zhongli bid his farewell to the traveler before heading towards the Wangshu Inn.

For some unknown reason, Zhongli could sense the foreboding feeling that's nagging his instincts as he gets closer to his desired destination, yet he doesn't stop. What's worse is that he doesn't know if it's for the good or bad.

All of a sudden, a harsh breeze blew past his face as if the winds attempting to convey a message that's only for his intuition to decipher, for him to meander.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his statue glowing bright blue, but that wasn't what caught his attention. A hand reached out to touch the stone statue.

A mop of [H/C] facing him backward bowed down in respect of the late Rex Lapis, but Zhongli could feel a much more intense feeling.

Something stirs inside him, he remembers this situation— when he watched Y/N with such fascination from above the tree, not knowing what they look like, yet they never fail to express their feelings through threaded words he finds so wondrous to hear.

In contrary to that, the person appears to be. . . forlorn. He stepped closer until he's only less than five meters away from them.

All of a sudden, he feels skittish around the person. It's as if he doesn't want to leave a bad first impression, he's suddenly self-conscious of his looks, and Zhongli never cared about his outer appearance.

Then they spoke, in a solemn voice.

"See you later, Mora. I hope you found your eternal peace."

There are times when you wish you'd forget Morax, some that you don't. But still, in the birth of new beings, you will find Morax in his next life. The prospect of being alone is a phobia you can't ever overcome unless you have Morax.

What a joke. It should've been a farewell. Your final goodbye to your old friend. Not a hopeless see you later.

It took you months to come with that mindset, only to end up saying what's the exact opposite.

It was difficult to come back in Liyue, every step adds a new pile of memory that drags you further into the depths of agony. Every where you look reminds you of the late Geo Archon. Each encouraging word in your mind gets trampled on by his image.

You consider it as an achievement to stand tall in front of his statue after his death, and a failure that you didn't get to bid your final words to him before you depart from Liyue.

You're still clinging to a nonexistent hope that you'll actually get to see him even after your death. Old habits die hard they say. It couldn't have been more relatable than now.

Sighing in disappointment, you retracted your hand from the statue and briskly turn around when you felt the disturbance behind you.

A gloved hand suspended in the air seems to be trying to reach out to you. As you raise your eyes to meet the oh-so-familiar glowing amber eyes that you grew to love. . .

You offered the stranger a faux smile, seemingly naive to the person standing in front of you with an aghast expression.

You failed to realize Morax as Zhongli just as Morax failed to realize you in your different lives.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Time has stopped, both hands of the clock moved counterclockwise, bringing him back to the time he first laid his eyes on you— so unsuspecting from what's about to unravel after a sweet hello.

His broadened eyes are solely fixated on you, it ingnited a feeling he couldn’t immediately identify, a sense of a certain and long-forgotten familiarity fogged his memory.

From the color of your eyes, skin and hair. The subtle furrow of your eyebrows and the upturn of your lips. The gentle facade that compelled him to indulge his curiosity towards you.

Y/N. . . Are you the Y/N the traveler was talking about?

But you bare no resemblance to the Y/N he knew, yet he can tell how it is your soul residing in the mortal's body. It is you. Your eyes aren't the ones that welcomed him as new friend. It feels different.

You're smiling while your eyes are grieving.

Your eyes failed to conceal your weeping soul and could only hope the last bits of its strength will keep it standing until someone reach a hand to put back the shattered pieces.

Behind that gleeful stare was a mountain of pain and extracting it would bring instability to the person who would dare to climb. Yet come what may, you're always worth any risk.

He lowered his hand to shake yours, his lips upturned into an enigmatic smile.

Your heart went erratic and the usually dormant butterflies imploded in your stomach. You haven't felt like a teenager since. . .

You felt your breath hitch in your throat when suddenly, with a mere handful of strides, the beautiful man was standing right in front of you, his amber eyes searching your face intently, trying to find whatever it was he was seeking.

"My name is Zhongli, I'm a consultant in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor." Your [E/C] eyes blinked surreptitiously before accepting it. What a beautiful name, you thought almost immediately.

Under normal circumstances you would've strictly reprimanded the man with his incongruous advances, but you felt something else, something so powerful it overshadowed your senses.

It was a need, an unyielding need to be close to him.

Rather than pushing him away, something inside you stirs awake and begin to implore to coalesce with his existence.

"I'm Y/N L/N, an adventurer."

So it is really you.

He briefly looks down to their intwined hands.

For countless nights, the image of your bloodied hand reaching out to him as you take your last breath plagued his every dream. The tender, soft hands that will no longer bring him comfort. The hand of the person whom he loved so dearly, whom he failed to protect against the wicked ways of the world.

The intense urge to hide you away from the prying eyes that shared similarities to his kept his mind in shambles.

Which what led him to mumble to you what his thoughts are repeating like a mantra.

When he spoke the promise he'll show you what's up at the highest altitude his wings could go, he was mostly speaking out of his selfish desire to hold onto your hand and fly you away to the farthest place no living creatures have ever stumbled upon.

He had to learn it the hard way; that the greater you wish for something, the crueler fate can be. Maybe if he hadn't been so greedy you could've live your mortal life.

Now that you are standing in front of him, shaking your hand, he can amend his mistake by straying far away from you before he repeats history itself, before he could inflict pain on you again.

And yet, looking at you attempting to shoulder the boulders of life is what all it takes for all the wisdom he garnered for centuries to be thrown out the window.

He can't imagine himself distancing from you when you're suffering and have no one comfortable enough to share your burdens with, no one to validate your feelings, no one to embrace you in your vulnerable times.

You taught him to be compassionate, to not disregard emotions, and he's about to set that in motion. You were there when he needed you the most, offered your shoulder to vent out his feelings, it's about time to let him do what you always did for him.

It became abundantly clear he's not willing to let you go through anything alone just like he had gone through without you.

"You claim you're a consultant. Did you perhaps think I'm a potential customer?"

He let go of your hand as much as he loathes being away from your warmth for even just a second, he's still convinced you can be taken away from him at any given moment.

"Indeed, I couldn't stand idle and watch you grieve alone." He watches how you averted your eyes as if hiding the pain would appease your mind.

"I appreciate the thought. . . though, I highly doubt it'll be effective."

He mentally chuckled at the irony. He, too, was once amazed of what simple gestures can bring to a downhearted person.

"Hmm. An old friend once showed me how to console a person. Allow me to share their insights."

Your eye brows perched in curiosity, this man speaks like he's in his 50s or something, ". . .If you insist. I could use a company for now."

Morax experienced eons of desires to attain what he wishes to, though he refrains from being blinded by those greedy thoughts as he had witnessed how cruel fate can be when he once desired to have you. Will history repeat itself?

Zhongli chortles in response, but his expression soon turned nostalgic, "I may not know what adversities you're facing nor do I know who you are, but know that you're never alone."

His smile never left his face as he takes off his glove and held the palm face forward to you, he watches how your eyes glisten with unshed tears, "W-What is that supposed to convey?"

You didn't even notice how much gap he closed just to increase the proximity between the both of you. Archons! You can smell the lingering scent of Osmanthus Wine mingling with his breath!

Is he a drunkard like Venti?

Perhaps this man is drunk to comprehend his actions, perhaps he won't remember this the never next day, perhaps he has mistaken you for someone else, perhaps—

"Wherever you wish to go, I'll keep you company. I dare ask if I may hold your hand along the way, Y/N?"

Perhaps there's hope you can cling onto until your aching heart is at ease.

Your hand found its way to his, almost too desperate to not let this moment of comfort vanish. Just this once, you thought to yourself as the man smiled with absolute glee that it puts the sun in shame.

Out of reflex, your fingers laced with his, wanting nothing more than to relieve in the warmth of his hand. His expression soon turned into a priceless one as if he's in disbelief that you actually just did that, and that alone made the realization struck you harder than Raiden's lightning and fried your nerves with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so-sorry! I didn't mean to get too comfortable!"

You're a stranger to him, and you acted as if you've been a longtime friends. He must have been feeling uncomfortable, you nervously thought as you quickly tried reel back your hand in an attempt to salvage whatever budding acquaintanceship you have.

Keyword; tried.

Your action prompts him to retaliate by locking his fingers in place, keeping your hand sealed with his and shot you a reassuring smile.

"Do not fret. I'm delighted to know I somehow earned a little fraction of your trust. It's only fair to mirror the trust you gave me."

As if to spell out his point, he held up your intertwined hands just below your chin. His eyes blazed with a newfound emotion you couldn't decipher. He almost looks eager. He was gripping your hand, not too tight, but firm enough give emphasize of something.

His action wasn't fruitless as it gained a reaction from you. Your eyebrows twitched, there's something too familiar about it, but your memory refuses to give you that answer.

Instead, you could only mutter weak responses, "I-I understand, but if you feel uncomfortable in any way then don't hesitate to point out what I'm doing wrong."

Whether it was a satisfying answer he wants to hear, his emotions betrayed to even give you a brief answer and his face only lit up as he turns away from you, "You could never do anything wrong in my eyes."

Did he just say something? "What was that?"

"Nothing. Are you new in Liyue? I could give you a tour if you'd like to make you familiarize with the environment."

Your lips turned into a genuine smile, it didn't reach your ears but something tells you this man will lengthen it until you're the happiest person alive, "I'd love to, Zhongli."

As the wind blows to the East, a new chapter has began with a new retelling of their unfinished story. Until the last maple leaf falls and the oldest standing tree drought, two souls will always find their way to rekindle what has been lost.

>> PART III

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[thatjadedhotmess]

nightmares

pairings/characters: xiao x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: pet names ! (e.g. sweetheart, dear, angel, love), skin ship as always :>, talks about vomit in xiao part (as a refernce to what nightmares taste like), talk about Zhongli being the archon, talks about childe and The Abyss related matters

synopsis: what would they do if they see you having a nightmare.

wc: 1k~

note: I wrote this quite awhile ago and did not revise it to see if there were any errors so lemme know if something needs to be fixed !:) reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated as always :> <3

xiao (魈)

☁︎︎ he'll eat your nightmares; even though he's well aware of their foul taste

☁︎︎ xiao first noticed that you had nightmares when you accidentally fell asleep while chatting with him after the latent rite festival had ended. The way your eyebrows furrowed and the incoherent mumbling coming from you was a clear giveaway, knowing the telltale signs from when he devoured the dreams of mortal beings.

☁︎︎ foul was all he had to say about the taste of nightmares. He only ever had it twice and it was truly the worst, the only way to describe it was a cloud of vomit; leaving behind a sour and bitter taste, not in a pleasant way.

☁︎︎ but maybe there was something very unsettling about seeing you in pain because he couldn't stand the sight of seeing you look uneasy knowing that he could solve the issue almost immediately.

☁︎︎ so he mustered up the courage, gingerly placing his hands on your head and subsequently, his thumbs between your eyebrows as he began the process of extracting the nightmare

☁︎︎ once the faint black orb fully manifested above your head and he saw your features relax, he cupped the black mass, bringing it towards his mouth before he swallowed it whole.

☁︎︎ disgusting he thought. It tasted just as bad as he remembered. He sped walked down the spiral stairs, trying his best to keep his footsteps quiet so as to not disturb the peace of the Inn.

☁︎︎ once he made it down to the kitchen, he grabbed a cup, quickly filling it with water before he chugged it, trying to rid the horrible taste from his taste buds.

☁︎︎ he almost second-guesses himself for eating that nightmare, why did he eat it if he knew how bad it tasted?

☁︎︎ though he finds himself stopping himself. Because he knew if it meant you wouldn't ever have bad dreams again, he would willingly eat all the vile-tasting nightmares any day for your sake.

zhongli (鍾離)

☁︎︎ he tells you tales about him from the past.

☁︎︎ zhongli is a man of few words. Only speaking when absolutely necessary because he finds idle chit-chatting too shallow. Though, he makes an exception when it comes to you.

☁︎︎ whenever he's talking to you he feels this sense of ease wash over him, he doesn't feel the need to put up a facade as he does with most mortal beings.

☁︎︎ so of course, you know about him being the vessel of morax, the geo archon. though, he has told you to help him keep this little secret of his from the public so as to not draw attention to himself.

☁︎︎ he was about to put down the book to go to sleep when he felt you stir a little by his side. it didn't click in his head for a good minute before he finally realised you were having a nightmare.

☁︎︎ he contemplated for a moment before ultimately deciding to wake you up, which you did, a little too quickly because you almost slapped his face.

☁︎︎ apologies spewed from your lips, afraid that you had actually hurt him because of your flailing hands. he chuckled at this, assuring you that you hadn't hurt him.

☁︎︎ "are you feeling ok love?" he asked tenderly, stroking your head as he did so. "yeah, I am. maybe a little shaken up from the bad dream but it's not anything too extreme." you whispered, snuggling into his side while you wrapped your arms around his.

☁︎︎ "reckon if a tale from the past will help you fall back asleep dear?" he shifted you so that you would lean against his chest while sitting between his legs as he leaned back against the headboard.

☁︎︎ "yes, I think it will." you replied, getting comfy in his hold before he began to speak about his tales from the past.

childe (達達利亞)

☁︎︎ he takes you on a walk around liyue harbour.

☁︎︎ he too, often has nightmares from when he first fell into The Abyss. He was pretty young, and being thrown into a foreign land at that age had done some considerable damage to his well-being, even though he seems ok on the outside.

☁︎︎ as of now, only you know about his nightmares. The mumbles and pleas of no, please stop, I wanna go home sometimes passed his lips as he squeezed your torso tightly, afraid of whatever was on his mind.

☁︎︎ so whenever it happens, you always wake him up. After he calms down slightly, you ask if he would like to talk about it, to which he normally says yes but on rare occasions, asks if you would like to find something warm to munch on at liyue harbour to take his mind off the bad dream.

☁︎︎ on this particular occasion, the roles were reversed. You were with him at the northland banks, not wanting to be alone that night while he settled a few issues at the bank. Though, you fell asleep roughly an hour after reaching the place, currently curled up in one of the big chairs.

☁︎︎ childe was in one of the back rooms when a member of the fatui came in, speaking in a worried tone she said, “miss y/n looks to be having a bad nightmare, would you like to attend to her?”

☁︎︎ childe being childe, he bolted out of the room, rushing to your aid only to see that you've already woken up from your nightmare, heavy exhales escaping your lips as you tried to regulate your breathing, along with a few stray tears escaping the corners of your eyes.

☁︎︎ “hi angel, you ok?” he asks, hoping you weren't too shaken up from the bad dream. To which you nodded, taking his hand to assure him it wasn't that bad

☁︎︎ “shall we walk around liyue harbour? you can get fresh air out there.” “but you aren't done with your work here right?” “that can wait, sweetheart, you're my first priority.”

☁︎︎ and it’s true. to him, nothing is more important than you. not even the tsaritsa to whom he pledged his loyalty to.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

could I ask for some enameled pottery, ready-made tea, honey, strainer, milk tea, and honey mooncake ? if so, thanks! <3

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Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Some soothing milk tea, sweetened with honey and mooncake divine! The tea underneath the milk keeps it from being sickly!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Reverse AU Scenario, inspired by the word "Cuddles", featuring Zhongli, set in Liyue

Hurt/Comfort

Reverse AU- An AU where you are also a victim to the Abyss’ magic, giving you a form much like Foul Legacy

Warnings for crying, allusions to sickness and injuries, you generally suffering (it gets better in the end don't worry), Childe's loneliness

~ * ~ The Lord of Geo is merciful. Or, at least the ex-Lord of Geo is, something Childe has certainly learned in the past few weeks. To be honest, he wasn’t ever expecting the tall and stately funeral advisor to be the “dead” Archon of Liyue, but looking at it now it seemed almost obvious that Zhongli was out of place amongst the common workers of the Harbor, with his infinite knowledge and calm demeanor towards all. Childe sighs. He truly was too caught up in battle to notice the obvious back then, wasn’t he? How long has it been since Zhongli took him in? A few weeks? A month? Time passes both slowly and quickly in this world of comfort, where Childe sleeps and sits awake, thinking the hours away. Here, he has everything he could ever need- food, water, a warm place to stay… Here, Childe is finally safe, away from the relentlessly cold and dangerous world outside. And yet, he still isn’t content. His claws curl at the thought when he finally acknowledges the emptiness in his chest. He has everything he could ever need, everything Zhongli can provide for him to live comfortably, but his spirits dampen as he faces the pillow and hears nothing but his own breathing. He’s lonely. He’s so lonely, so lonely it hurts inside and makes him want to curl up into a ball and never wake up again. Childe never thought he had a heart for anything but his family, but it pangs and aches with every beat when he thinks about how alone he is in the world. Oh yes, Zhongli comes by to say hello and tell him the going-abouts of the Harbor, but that was maybe twice every week, if Childe was lucky. For someone so picky with home decor, Zhongli really doesn’t visit his immaculately-decorated house very often. Childe huffs, partially in frustration, partially to swallow his rising sadness. He mustn’t be ungrateful for all Zhongli has done for him, even after knowing his Fatui status and Abyssal curse. He mustn’t make more trouble, for Zhongli or for anyone, and he settles back down to sleep the day away; to push down and ignore the horrible, crawling loneliness threatening to choke him. No one would ever want to spend time with a monster like him, anyway. It’s well into the night when Childe’s awoken, very suddenly, by the sound of Zhongli near-crashing through the door. He stays completely still, listening to the funeral advisor trip and stumble over his words, seemingly struggling with something, or someone. “No, you need to- Please, just get inside! It’s safe- You’re safe here, I promise! You must calm down.” His words are followed by a horrifying screech that makes Childe’s fur stand on end. It’s high-pitched and shrieky- and absolutely terrified. Childe knows that screech- it’s the sound of a frightened, cornered animal. The noise eventually simmers down to the normal quiet that fills Zhongli’s house, but there’s tension humming in the air, so thick that Childe feels he has to push through when he ventures downstairs to curiously tap Zhongli’s shoulder. The ex-Archon is leaning against a door, winded and rumpled, a far cry from his usual proper and composed appearance. Zhongli jumps when Childe pats his arm to get his attention, exhaling in relief when he’s simply met with Foul Legacy. Keeping his voice low, he explains that the room behind him will be… occupied for a while. Because he found someone. Someone suffering and ailing and in need of help. Someone like Childe, Abyssal form and all. Childe feels his breath hitch and heart stop as he stares at Zhongli in astonishment. He’s pulling a cruel prank, right? He must be- perhaps it’s something his boss, Hu Tao, set him up to. But Zhongli simply shakes his head, gaze hard as stone and jade. Childe doesn’t notice his wings fluttering in excitement until he nearly knocks a vase over. It totters and tips and nearly falls, but Zhongli doesn’t even seem to notice, so serious is he. Childe is not to go into that room for the time being- the creature inside is too frazzled and jumpy, and social interaction might make it worse. He pouts, but just barely. Childe remembers how terrifying everything was when he first opened his eye, stuck in his Foul Legacy form. To be trapped in something that was a part of yourself, but also not you, to wake up carved out of a piece of the Abyss. It’s scary, scary enough to make a Harbinger tremble and cry and want to run, run far away until he leaves this monstrous body behind. So he leaves the room behind, following Zhongli to the kitchen, attempting to sort through the questions whirling around his mind. Zhongli himself is deep in thought, preparing tea almost absentmindedly as the torn edges of his coat flow behind him like wind. And even after, the tea sits, undrinken, for hours as Zhongli murmurs the details of his puzzling find to Childe, gloved fingers tapping anxiously on the polished wooden table. It’s the liveliest the house has been in a long time. So lively, in fact, that it’s near-midnight when the conversation finally ceases, the ex-Archon rising with a sigh and some statement about sleep. Childe nods assent, but he’s not truly listening, still too intrigued about the creature behind the door, the one other being who can perhaps understand what happened to him. He sits at the table alone, tracing the grooves with his claws and mumbling, imitating the times he would talk to himself when planning out a day or a mission. It’s the whimpers that draw him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Small, quiet sniffles and cries, coming from the closed door in the hallway. And like the screech, they’re familiar to Childe, so similar to the noises he made when he was distressed and in pain all those weeks ago. His heart breaking at the sound, Childe makes his way to the door and leans against it, scratching his claws carefully against the wood as if to let whoever’s inside know that he’s here, he’s here to comfort and care for you, just like Zhongli will. He lets out a single low chirp and the cries go suddenly silent. A gentle trill slips out, a bit frantic and desperate; an apology for startling you. He waits for a response, listening intently, and is delighted to hear a small, shaky whine from inside, giving him permission to enter. Silently, Childe turns the knob and eases the door open, creeping in before shutting it behind him. It’s dim in the room, and nearly empty- Zhongli must have cleared it out to make space. Childe’s gaze travels wall to wall, ceiling to floor, corner to corner, before finally landing on a shivering heap in the far end of the room. Oh- Oh- You’re so frightened. You’re quite literally backed into a corner, claws and wings twitching anxiously. Your form- it’s something Childe recognizes, yet is different, unique; it’s of the same origin but very clearly a different person, another being like him who’s in pain and injured and frightened beyond belief, and Childe feels a surge of concern for you, for your health. He makes his way over slowly, making sure you can see every step even though all he wants to do is rush over and hug you and tell you that everything will be alright, Zhongli will make sure of it. With every step you lean away a bit more, frightened and wide-eyed, until he’s so close that you can only hunch into a ball and let out a high-pitched whimper of terror. Childe’s heart sinks, and he crouches to make himself smaller, less intimidating, and chitters worriedly. Hesitantly you look up, incredulous, the knowledge that you’re not about to be hurt again slowly seeping in and making you whine in relief when you hear his confirmatory purr. He smiles, as best he can, but it drops when his palm brushes against your back. You’re trembling still. Violently. Childe croons, a soft, sweet sound he’s never made before, before lowering himself beside you. The one thing he wanted at the beginning was someone to hold him, someone to press themselves against him and say that everything would be alright. There wasn’t ever anyone there to hold him, but perhaps he can extend the offer to you instead. You stiffen when Childe sidles up next to you, near-close enough to touch. But he allows you to take the final step, laying still and quiet so you can make the decision yourself. Eventually, your wariness crumbles and you give in, scooting closer and pressing your tired, wounded body against Childe’s, who happily rumbles in satisfaction. He quickly flicks a wing over you, a light blanket to stave off some of the biting chill that will rack your body as you fight through fevers and illness in the coming days. For now, his warmth seeps into you, the soft fluff ‘round his shoulders a stark contrast to your tangled and matted fur; it lulls you to a peaceful sleep, even for just one night, one night to feel safe and blearily wonder what the name of your kind, warm friend is. When Zhongli rises the next morning to prepare more tea, he finds the door ajar and the two of you nestled next to each other, asleep and serene.

[lovelieajax]

♡ :: shh it's alright, i'm here

synopsis :: in which you wake up in his arms after a nightmare (said character comforts u + sleeping hcs)

ft. childe , diluc , zhongli , scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

wc :: 589

cw. nothing !!

a/n :: oh my god im so sorry im so unoriginal and i feel like these are all the same 😭 i needed something to post while im writing smth else 😟 + not proofread

childe

in modern!au i hc him to be a pretty heavy sleeper

so if you wake up panting and sweating i dont think he'd wake up

but if it goes on for long enough .. he'd wake up and immediately spring into action !!

in teyvat , i hc him to be a light sleeper because of his harbinger job

and its just his instincts incase anyone unfortunately happens to break in

he loves his family the most so if anything happened to them he'd blame it on himself for not being able to protect said family member :((

either way , he'd be holding you in a tight embrace while rubbing circles on your back

wouldn't pry into what happened or for you to talk about it but would offer to listen

once you've calmed down he'd offer to tell you stories about his family and what's it like in his homeland while playing with the back of your hair ever so gently

"'ts okay, cry all you want I don't mind. I'm not going anywhere unless you need some space, okay sweetheart?"

zhongli

stiff as a rock .. sleeps coffin style

(he is the geo archon so ..)

so when you accidentally move / roll to his side or touch him when he's asleep i don't think he'd budge

but with that said i dont think he'd need that much sleep

probably just closes his eyes but sometimes he does doze off

so when you wake up, hands clammy and still thinking you're in your nightmare,

his eyes would open, turning to his side immediately but still confused

nevertheless he would hug you tightly, your head buried in the crook of his neck

wouldn't say anything that would possibly trigger you (or anything at all except words of affirmation

"Please let me know if there's anything I can do or make for you. You can let me know if I did anything you don't like, okay Love?"

diluc

light sleeper as well but he's so stiff

like zhongli , i'd think he'd sleep coffin-style or something similar to it unless you asked him to cuddle or hug you from behind when sleeping

even then he wouldn't get much sleep but if it's for you he'd do pretty much anything :]

then suddenly when you wake up due to your horrible nightmare, he's like childe with his instincts

wakes up in a flash !! poor man is so scared of losing the one he loves (like his father)

would play with your hair silently, patting your back as you cry into his shirt, soiling it

"I've got you, I've got you. Shh.. it's okay if you get my shirt dirty."

scaramouche

i honestly hc him to not be that mean but it's just a façade for his job (?)

anyways he probably only shows this side of him to you and you only

(soft scaramouche is <33)

anyways when you suggest sleeping together he'd be very flustered, hiding his face with his arm and scoffing

but he agrees (ofc he does)

but when he wakes up to your distressing emotions, he wonders if it's his fault and he's so worried :((

holds your hands and starts to apologize, hiding his face in the pillow

confused, you snap back to reality

so actually you'd have to be the one to comfort him

because honestly i dont think scaramouche really knows whats going on

but once you reassure him , he'd be a little embarrassed but would still ask if you were okay

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry.. did I do anything wrong?"

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[hvrbinqer]

𝐏𝐑𝐎’𝐒 + 𝐂𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | 𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍

gender neutral | wc 1.0k | headcanons.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈—𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐗.

𝐏𝐑𝐎'𝐒 he is such a sweetheart—no really. he will spoil you rotten. his way of spoiling you and showering you with affection is a little clumsy at first. he is very traditional and has yet to learn the modern ways of swooning and courting a potential partner, but it makes you happy nonetheless the effort he’s putting into it. always stays himself around you, he’s not shy—but very blunt and matter of fact. he may not understand at first why you became flustered when he told you how adorably small you look in his arms. what? he had to ask childe about it later, but it’s an amusing experience once he does it the next time.

zhongli is very adept at knowing your moods and when something is on your mind. if you are upset, he’s always there for you as support and he doesn’t mind your rambles. he truly enjoys the long conversations you exchange, his endless knowledge of liyue is beyond you! he could listen to you speak all day, it’s peaceful and comforting to him. he tries his best at giving advice, although he’s not very knowledgeable with your daily human customs and interactions, considering how ancient he is—he likes to be proactive and do research on topics so he can broaden his knowledge and help you more.

𝐂𝐎𝐍'𝐒 due to his lack of knowledge on modern customs, or certain emotions you may be feeling—zhongli can be a little oblivious to some things; like the point of marriage. he understands that for nobles or even royalty it secures a throne by bringing an heir or family fortune, but he wants to learn more on the emotional aspect of it.

marrying out of love—it sounds like a fairytale to him. he doesn’t get the luxury of marrying out of love or someone who isn’t of godhood. i believe that if zhongli falls in love, he falls hard. he wouldn’t give up so easily on his partner even if it means stepping down and resigning from his reign as the geo archon. becoming a mortal? he would do it in a heartbeat.

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎—𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒.

𝐏𝐑𝐎'𝐒 he’s like a grumpy cat, but one that needs a lot of love and affection. even if he says that he doesn’t want it or tries to push you away, secretly he wants you to. he loves being the little spoon; his arms wrapping around your waist loosely, while his cheek is smooshed into your chest—and his legs tangled with yours. xiao is wise. very—he sometimes finds himself giving you supportive advice or encouragement when you feel down, but he doesn’t really take his own advice.

he genuinely cares about you and your health and safety is his top priority. it may seem like a small act to someone who doesn’t truly know xiao, but if he gives up his almond tofu or pulls you into his arms, just for a little bit of physical touch—it’s a strong bond with the mighty adepti for sure. he would sacrifice a lot even coming closer to you as your relationship grows, he has this horrible fear that his karmic debt will cause you harm. you are all he cares about, and he won’t let anyone take you away from him. you understand him better than most and you haven’t judged him, it’s something he’s forever grateful for.

𝐂𝐎𝐍'𝐒 xiao struggles with trust and opening up. he has a lot of pent up emotions from thousands of years silently taking the heavy burden of pain during his time in the archon war. he’s felt nothing more than a curse, an abomination —and for you to come into his life and make him feel more than that, someone who’s been through pain and needs healing is a big difference. sometimes he refuses to talk to you about these things, he doesn’t want you to see him when he’s vulnerable.

it’s something he despises. this leads to some heated arguments; you trying to support him and tell him it’s okay to let everything out—and xiao being the stubborn gremlin he is and telling you to stay far away. it’ll take time, a lot of time. once he’s finally ready to open up and talk you’d find progress and grow together. it’s proven to be rewarding in the end, and he’s never felt true happiness than he does now.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑.

𝐏𝐑𝐎'𝐒 introverted? you’re in luck because he’s a big introvert! he doesn’t really care too much for being out in public or interacting with others—it does leave him irritable having to deal with his brothers constant petty banter, but it’s also just really draining for him. he’d much rather spend that time with you, cuddling together near the fireplace in his home.

diluc absolutely adores you and when you two are alone he’s nothing more than a touch starved man craving for your affections. he loves when you comb your delicate fingers through his hair, soothing the oncoming headache from a stressful day. your presence alone is enough to put him in a tranquil state—he’s a soft man.

𝐂𝐎𝐍'𝐒 diluc has trouble trusting others and doubts himself, sometimes blames himself for things that are out of his control. when he does this he gets into this funk and closes himself off—away from you and the servants at his winery. when this happens you give him space unless he asks for you to keep him company, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable or push yourself onto him.

he might forget to take care of himself and needs a few gentle reminders that it is okay, you take this time to take care of him and spoil him with love. he’s always done the same for you when you were down and you wanted to tell him that you are there for him, and love him with all of your heart. it would mean the world to him. even the small acts you do; watching over the tavern so he can rest at home, writing small love notes, making sure he’s clean and out of bed on his rough days, cooking his favorite meal for him, and above all else—physical affection. this sweet man just needs some reassurance when he gets down.

𝐡𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. do not plagiarize my work.

[m0noceroscaeii]

-🔶️💧-

Obviously one of the things you'll probably notice when you look at Childe is that quite garish looking mask nestled gently on the side of his head. Zhongli won't beat around the bush: he thinks it's ugly as sin. It clashes horribly with his hair.

It doesn't befit Ajax's lovely image in the slightest. The amount of times he wished to yank that atrocious mask of the harbinger's pretty hair is .... too many to count with both hands to say the least.

He does however, understand the amount of significance it holds to Childe. A badge of honor and proof of his strength in the eyes of the 11th perhaps. But Zhongli wishes Childe could perhaps relax enough around his company enough to take that mask off his head.

Zhongli eventually gets his wish though. On a wonderfully warm evening of Lantern Rite, Zhongli arranged for a casual evening with the harbinger after having successfully apologizing for the whole Osial incident. It was to be a simple evening consisting of drinks while atop the upper floor of Xinyue Kiosk, whilst enjoying the fireworks. A nice comfortable evening to be enjoyed by friends (though the ex archon admits he had fallen for the harbinger at some point, between all of his sweet smiles and cute giggles).

Zhongli had been sitting at their reserved spot for quite a while. Sure, Ajax is a very busy man but he's usually not this late. The harbinger always keeps his promises too. Just as zhongli rises from his seat to go check on the other, he's found face to face with an absolutely beautiful Ajax..... Zhongli doesn't even know where to start.

The harbinger wore a lovely, earthy brown qipao that flowed down to his ankles. The shapely material hugged all the right places (has Childe's waist always been so tiny? Oh that makes his hand twitch). Zhongli can feel his head spin at the intricate gold dragon patter across it, weaving around Childe's body in an almost possessive fashion (much like how he desires to right now). The ex archon can barely hear Childe's hurried apologies for being late (something about paperwork being backed up and makeup).... he's too busy— wait. Is that eyeliner adorning the edges of Childe's eyes??? It looks so similar to Zhongli's own oh Zhongli's reptilian brain is frazzled. But it's only after he finishes admiring Childe's stunning makeup work, that he notices the harbinger's beloved mask is absent. In its place was an enchanting little hairpin featuring a Glaze lily is nestled into soft, sunset hued locks. There were even miniature geo crystalflies molded along the edges. Zhongli thinks he's fallen in love with Ajax all over again. He must have been staring for too long. There's a nervous chuckle coming from the Eleventh. He mentions something about how Hu Tao said it would have been a good idea to dress up a bit for his meeting (Zhongli is going to have to remember to buy something for her later).

"Haha... I know. It's probably a bit much?"

The younger shyly scratches the back of his head. The ex archon was a little too quick to refute.

"NO. I mean— no, you look marvelous Childe. Please, come have a seat."

They both seem startled at Zhongli's sudden response, but settle on taking their seats. (Zhongli chooses to not comment on the Harbinger's faint blush gracing his pale cheeks.) Zhongli thinks he feels himself falling in love a third time even as the night continues on, watching the fireworks with his belov— his friend. The colorful fireworks casting colorful and ethereal glows across Childe, who's looking at the sky with amazement. Childe is none the wiser to the consultant across from him staring at him with just as much wonder.

"Wow xiansheng~!!! That was such a beautiful show, wasn't it?"

"Yes... simply stunning..." Zhongli is most definitely not referring to the fireworks.....

[urdailybs]

that one cracky zhongven fic

Summary: Jean gets alerted that there's a possible child predator in the city and takes it super seriously and then... the "child" in question is her god. Her 2000+ yrs old god and the "predator" is his 6000+ yrs old boyfriend.

Anna had been near the fountain, swishing her hands through the crystal waters as she watched the people of Mondstadt do their daily routines.

The guards were around the gate, Carol was at her merchant stall, some little kids were playing around with the stray dogs. Overall it was a very peaceful day, most days were since Storterrors defeat and Dvalin’s rise.

Lord Barbatos must’ve blessed them, she thought. The weather was just right, not too hot nor too cold. It cooled everyone’s skin nicely and everyone seemed to enjoy their day. Perhaps the lord was in a good mood himself, maybe this was his way of forgiving them for treating the Dvalin situation so horribly. Lord Barbatos was never rumored to hold grudges long.

Anna smiled to herself, joy creeping at her sides. How fun, she mused. But something bad is bound to happen. Maybe that Bennett boy would come in and ruin their luck once again, trouble seemed to follow the teenager and it just so happened he liked to take his daily stroll around this time.

She suppressed a groan. If he were to appear today would be rather eventful. She does not think that it would sour the mood of the Mondstadt citizens, maybe even make them laugh at the child’s poor luck but that didn’t mean the boy would feel the same.

Her grin morphed into a frown at that thought but she shook those thoughts away. Better not dwell on a future that wasn’t set in stone.

Anna’s head roamed around once again, maybe she’d see someone she hasn’t met yet.

But instead, her eyes landed on the local bard, Venti, she recalled him calling himself. According to her brother, he played at Angel’s Share frequently but also went around telling tales of the gods around Barbatos statue. He was a traveling bard, if asked he could probably sing you a song about the Dendro archon.

She stood from her spot on the edge of the fountain, patting down her dress to go greet the teenager, ask him how his day was. Venti was known for being very conversational after all. She started heading over, a grin on her face. Maybe she'd be able to convince him to play her a song, she doubts he'd protest.

Anna walked around the fountain, making sure she didn't trip over any pebbles before looking up again. But now there was someone at Venti's side. The man was tall in stature, with long limbs that had some obvious muscle on them. She hesitated in her steps, perhaps it was a bad time. But Venti didn't appear as if it was, instead he had a bright grin as he looked at the elder.

She wasn't in hearing distance, and even if she was their voices would probably be drowned out by the crowd and the happy shrieks of Mondstadt's children.

So, Anna watched. She wasn't necessarily concerned, it was probably an uncle or a family friend. Yeah, that's right.

Venti's hands traveled to grip the elder man's hands, in a firm but gentle grip. The young bard bounced on his toes as he talked avidly to the man who in return smiled down fondly at him. Unease crept into Anna's gut but she stood where she was and continued to watch.

The man's hands also wandered, moving from Venti's grip to tug on the strands of his braids that framed his face. Venti giggled at the elder but continued to talk, moving his hands to wrap around the man's neck.

Anna frowned and shifted in place, something was wrong, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

After moments of just talking and Anna's feet shifting is when they kissed. It took a moment but the elder man pressed his lips to Venti's, quickly shutting up the young teenager. Anna let out a gasp and moved her eyes away, not being able to see Venti's reaction. This was obviously some sort of child predator situation and she should tell the acting grandmaster immediately.

Running for the stairs she ignored the concerned call of her brother, Anthony, and wasted no time to tell the nearest knight she could find.

Jean sighed into her palms, rubbing at her temple. A frown rested on her lips as she stared at Lisa who sat next to her. "What do I do? Miss Anna didn't provide much information." She could tell the woman was panicked, fearful for the teen she brought up but she could've at least mentioned some names. All Jean had managed to get out was that fact it was a bard and a man in Liyue-styled clothing.

Her wife, Lisa, didn't offer much help but that didn't mean Jean didn't appreciate her appearance, nor did it mean that Lisa did not care. "There are so many bards in Mondstadt, Lord Barbatos encourages the sound of music so much that nearly anyone native to Mondstadt can play an instrument." And many have made a career out of it, she did not say. It was no use worrying herself further. She should just get to the bottom of this as fast as possible.

If there was a child predator in Mondstadt, only the archons may know how many kids he may go after next. Lisa rubbed at her leg in a comforting manner, providing as much calm as she could. "She mentioned she saw them near the fountain, no? Perhaps they're still there."

Jean nodded. Sometimes she forgot Lisa was just as much of a knight as she was. "You're right. I'll go check, stay here."

Her wife nodded, giving her a soft smile. "If you need me I'll be here." Jean smiled at that and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before heading out the door, making sure to grab her sword on the way out. Even if she didn't wish for it, things may get violent.

Huffing, she brushed past her fellow knights, ignoring Kaeya's good afternoon. She'd have to fill him in later, she's sure he'd understand.

Running into the plaza, she caught her breath leaning up against a wall. She couldn't see any sight of a bard or a man in Liyue clothing, so it was best to ask questions. Walking over to a nearby shop-owner she asked and asked but only got shakes of heads and a 'sorry' in return. She was fast to reassure them that it wasn't their fault for not noticing.

She paced across the stairs and hummed in thought. Usually bard's play in taverns, more likely the most popular ones.

Jean smiled at her lead, time for an impromptu visit to Angel's Share.

The door to Angel's Share burst open and Diluc nearly screamed. He really hoped he wouldn't need to get it fixed. Turning around he was surprised to see Jean, a determined look on her face as she walked up to him. "Diluc," She said seriously, forgoing his title. They were friends after all, and her tone was quiet enough for nobody else to hear so it wouldn't raise suspicion. "Have you seen a man in Liyue clothing and a bard around?"

Diluc raised a brow. "Do you mean Venti and Zhongli?"

Jean blinked at him. "What? No? Who even is Zhongli?"

"What do you mean 'Who is Zhongli'? He's Venti's boyfriend or whatever." He's also the geo archon, went unsaid but still heard.

He watched as confusion, shock, understatement, and relief crossed her face, all in a span of two minutes. She looks ready to cry, he thought. Good or bad he did not know.

Slowly a laugh bubbled out of her and she slammed her hand down on the bar table, making a customer next to her jump in surprise. "Of course," She muttered under her breath.

Seemingly have sensed her presence (Diluc wouldn't be surprised if he actually had), Venti walked over, Zhongli trailing after him. The elder man looked very out of place due to his clothing but did not seem to realize the stares he attracted.

"Is everything alright over here?" Venti asked with a smile before looking at Diluc and sliding over some mora. "Also, can I get another Dandelion wine? I finished my previous one like ten minutes ago."

Sighing, Diluc took the mora and went to grab a cup but kept his ears strained for the conversation.

The acting grandmaster was exhausted. Now she wasn't one to be vulgar but tonight was an absolute shit-show and she never wanted to repeat it (though she had a feeling something similar will happen, eventually).

Lisa looked up from her book when she walked in, quick to rush over and give her a gentle hug. "Did you catch the perp?" She asked.

The blonde laughed and for a second she feared she may have had one too many drinks after her realization. Could you blame her though? She deserved that wine.

"I wouldn't say I caught anything." She started, watching a grimace cross Lisa's face. "It was actually a false alarm." She didn't know how to explain it to her wife without spoiling Venti and Zhongli's secret. How shall she do this?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, turns out this 'teenager' is actually a very old adult and so is the other adult. Miss Anna had just mistaken him for a minor." She ended up saying.

"Oh! How unfortunate for the couple than, I believe it'll be a little hard to display affection in public if one is that easy to mistake as a child."

"Yes, I suppose so."

[kazuhasbunny]

Giiiirl, imagine you are on Baal's side, you are a general and commanding an army against the rebels' own general, Gorou.

You are all cocky and confident, your years of experience just keeping you aware enough so you won't be consumed by your pride. But oh, your face, when after all of those carefully thought out strategies and intensive training, you end up losing to that mutt.

He is insufferable. Even though his face and body is caked in a mixture only war can give-- blood, sweat and dirt, his smile is the biggest, smuggest thing you have ever seen in your life as a warrior. It does not help that you are on your knees, back stretching forward as the grip he has on your jaw tugs you up with such a force you won't ever believe an archer, a long distance fighter, would posses. The bodies of both sides lay scattered on the defiled land, but the purple spots decorate the most, as his last men stand straight and proud behind him, just as yours do, but the lack the attentiveness. Their tired and bored countenance ticks you in a wrong way. Why they don't look happy by this result?

Does your failure was already predicted? As if this end was something that was already calculated. Taken in account.

The man holding your jaw in a bruising grip let go of you, a mere blink of respite as the next second your left cheek explodes in pain, your vision swaggers for a second as you fall on your right side from the streght of that blow. You shut your eyes and concentrate on your breathing; the fight left you completely drained, as much as your brain screamed at you to stand up and attack that man, your bones and muscles protested as you tensed in hopes of getting up, but ultimately you only made yourself look pitiful.

Gorou turns to were his men are, his gaze lingering for a second on your laughable attempt. His focus switches to the army as he starts to pace from one side to the other, the victory was already decided, but the energy from the feat itself brought a surge of emotions within him.

Another quick glance at you, and something on his mind switched. He was wondering what to do with you; killing you off felt as a meaningless action, as the Shogun won't care for someone as low as yourself. You only were deployed to fight against them to gain time for the real force, to prepare and learn how strong the rebels actually are. With how confident you looked hours ago, it seems that your benevolent Shogun forgot to grace you with such knowledge before sending you off with a bunch of newly trainees.

"First of all, congratulations, my friends, for this well earned victory" Gorou began. The group of men on front of him quickly acknowledge his words, paying attention to what he had to say.

"Even if the outcome resulted as to what we--" He turns around, your eyes opened when he began speaking. You both made eye contact, and Gorou's smirk transformed into a full smile. Was it okay for him to fill such giddiness at the sight of your equally wounded pride and body? After all, he was the one to bring you into that state, he was the one to put you in your rightful place with just one arrow, kneeling on the dirty battlefield as the geo power incased on the arrowhead did its job in petrify you.

The glint of defeat on, dare he say, those gorgeous eyes of yours really made them stand out. Actually, as he approaches your form, he's starting to see some other appealing features he couldn't notice from a longer distance. What was the Shogun thinking, in even allowing you a spot within her number when you clearly weren't made for war?

"--Expected" his pause brought your attention to what he was actually saying. So they had all of this calculated...

"But now, all that is left to do, is tend to the wounded and take care of the dead. Yours and their sacrifice will bring an end to this stupid decree in no time. We need to prepare for tougher, real..." He gives you a glance "...battles from now on. Don't let this win get in your head"

The crowd quietly cheers between them, some of them patting each other on the shoulder for a job well done. All of that camaraderie made your stomach hollow, as you recognise the same speech you have told to your former men after a battle well fought. Those piercing blue eyes of his made you painfully aware of the consecutive part of giving a victory speech, about what is waiting for the losing side, the pit in your stomach grew in size and you really wished that it could swallow you whole before the man in front of you does.

Gorou thrills in your despair. That pretty face of yours plunging into dark dephts, your mind weaving one horrifying destiny after other speaks a lot of your character, as only those who have layed a cruel end to those before them can conceive. He knows what kind of thoughts those are, but as much of a monster as you are viewing him now, he won't do such a thing. He was quite merciful while deciding what your fate will be, even if he didn't pondered a lot in the few minutes after your fall, you are but only a child with a weapon, sent to die by that horrible woman.

And something he prides himself of, is learning from mistakes. He won't throw away something that can fulfill very well other duties than warfare ones.

"Sir! If I may--" a voice spoke between the masses of helms and spears.

"I know, I know. The general" Gorou waves off his hand, his eyes never stranding away from your form for far too long.

A groan escapes your body as his foot steps on your ribcage, not too hard but your weak body sense as if he had nails attached to the sole, your skin felt cold and as if it was being prickled by a ton of needles. He pushes your your body with a gentleness unexpected from an enemy, until you were lying on your back. The new position put pressure in the arrow wound on your right/left shoulder, your dominant arm, and for a second you were grateful of the rigidness granted by the geo element yet covering half of your arm or else you are sure you would have cried in pain, the last thing you want now is to show more weakness that what you are displaying.

"What I am going to do with her... I didn't know myself when we first begun this battle" Gorou continued. He removed his shoe from your chest to your side on the floor, so you'll be cage between his legs while he looks down on you. His arms crossed across his chest and he tilted his head to the side, as in assessing you, taking on your face just as covered in grime as his but not diminish your beauty in the slightest. He really made a good decision in regard of your fate.

The soldiers stood still, the atmosphere felt heavy like the air on a hot summer afternoon that feels stuffy on your lungs as your breath in. Their general had an unseen aura surrounding him, his usual careless actitud makes everyone forget that there's an animal side to him, although they aren't sure they will presence it for the first time, their captain is definitely switching towards that side... they even feel a little bit of pity for the woman under him.

"But as I see her like this, beaten, it makes me remember something of old, that the victorous usually sow. Can you guys guess what it is?" He squats over you, sweetly combing a couple of strands of hair out of your face.

Whispers break among the army after the question. One of them raised his hand, no barely 18 years old as he was one of the shortest in comparison to his bigger and wider shouldered comrades. The young recruit promptly lowered his arm as the general wasn't looking at their direction but that didn't stopped him from answering, eyes shining with excitement:

"They take something as a token of their victory, sir!"

Gorou hummed in affirmation. "Yes, they did. A spoil of war, if you may"

Dread washed over you. He wasn't going to kill you, as a way to demonstrate their superiority? To be taken as a trophy, a possession... He surely won't mean that, right? They are going to torture you and extract every drop of information that you have, until the last thing left in you is blood to shed on their hands as your usefulness is cut short like your troath.

You needed to say something. Anything, as long as it would arise anger within the young male, anything as long as you aren't degrade far from what you have been.

Gorou raised his eyebrows as you coughed. He wasn't expecting a monologue from you but neither silence. Your sudden wish of speaking made the men jump into action, their spears pointing at you with such terrifying speed made you realise furthermore that this battle was destined to end like this, another stripe to the tiger just like a new blow to your pride.

"Just kill me already. I won't say anything, and if given the opportunity, I will end it myself" you spat. You tried to transmit all of your pain, hate and shame in one stare, you won't go happy until you make that man see what you feel, how big your abhorrence is to his being.

All the males stare in silence, until the general himself chuckled. Your cheeks burn with rage, your teeth clenched together as you tried yo surf this flare of emotions. How dare he laugh like that! He already won and you won't speak a thing about the Shogun, why acting like that? Isn't the rebels supposed to act with nobility and fairness?

Gorou took a breath in. He's happy he didn't went for the traditional route and killed you.

"Aw, now you just proved me correct, sweetheart. I'll enjoy making you into a proper wife"

All of that just to say "Imagine being taken as Gorou's prize and he makes you his whore wife" LMAO

(Also? In the part that reader coughs? I wanted to put that Gorou spits on your lips because you looked thirsty AODJFJDC)

THIS 🙏 yes i’d love to be gorou’s housewife he should really take me in and train me to obey him . please i’d do anything for him

AND pleasee omg ... if u actually put that in i’d die on my chair it’s too hot i can’t hjnhnggrh

[kuroken-lovechild]

How haikyuu characters would play genshin impact:

//featuring me nerding out about mbti types 😔

Karasuno

Hinata

As an ESFP he would probably choose his main based on who feels good to use

Quick movements, lots of jumping, strong = XIAO MAIN (probably finds the flashiness and edginess cool and enjoys the button mashing too)

would aggressively compete with kageyama on who can beat spiral abyss the fastest and with the shortest time

unfortunately they’re both not very good (initially because kenma helps him out after)

Would try to follows the plot but dialogue goes over his head

Does not understand stats other than attack at first

Wish impulse is real and never has any primos

would attempt to talk to every npc

Kageyama

META SLAVE

Has no idea what wishing/gacha is at first and builds his starters really well

Then he found out and currently mains Ganyu, Zhongli, Hutao for the big numbers

gloats about his first 5 star to hinata

Does not talk to NPCs at all and barely digs into the story

only there for spiral abyss and to make his characters stronger

Tsukishima

Didn’t wanna play until yamaguchi dragged him in to have someone to co op with

Appreciates the story and lore more than the gameplay aspect

Eula, razor (cv uchiyama kouki) main—easy to build, easy to use

Doesn’t care about wishing either

Got Eula by accident and now holds it over kageyama’s head

Has really good artifact RNG that it infuriates kagehina (gloats about it to fan the flame 😚)

Yamaguchi

he’s infp he chooses based on characters he likes 🥺

Diluc, albedo, ayaka main

(i can’t explain why I think he’d like those three, it just Makes Sense)

Co ops with tsukki and yachi, plays both dps and support

Spiral abyss makes him anxious but he pushes through anyway!!

Daichi

Starter team king 😩

Feels bad about switching his regular team out FJDFJDJJDDJ DAICHI

Probably a casual player though

Plays to coop with suga and tanaka but they carry him through domains

he’s trying his best

Suga

Mains based on whoever’s fun to play too!!

but enjoys more of a challenge

Childe main

Waiting for Scaramouche to drop hAha 🥲 and harbingers in general

Appreciates the plot and is very interested in lore!!

Diligently does spiral abyss

Doesn’t quite wish on impulse, but if theres a character he likes he’ll spend everything on their banner

Asahi

Does not play, got too scared (see: haikyuu ova)

Nishinoya

Rolls VERY much on impulse

Similar to hinata in that he also likes playing playstyles that feel good

Xiao and/or yoimiya main

(xiao because he’s short jk)

Probably raised Rosaria and planned to use her

Plot who???? we only care about world exploration and fighting in this house

Tanaka

wished for all the women, raised all the women, uses all the women

valid

Primarily mains Rosaria, ningguang and Lisa though

sorry beidou you remind him of his sister too much

waiting for signora like many of us are

Coops with noya and has INSANELY bad rng luck

Yachi

Also chooses based on characters’ personalities

gay, mains sucrose and jean

isfj child and probably feels bad about the underrated characters :(

uses amber, xinyan and qiqi too!

Raises all characters but hasn’t raised anyone to 90

Coops with yamaguchi and uses jean (as healer, support, damage dealer)

Talks to NPCs and sympathizes with their sad backstories

Gets too anxious to do spiral floors 9-12 too (mood)

Seijoh

Oikawa

Oh boy

this ENFJ 3w2 guy? you KNOW he’s gonna be the best

As long as it doesn’t clash with volleyball of course

Very VERY competitive in abyss

Has one character hed get attached to but doesn’t limit himself to using them only

Incredibly focused on team synergy, carefully crafts teams to bring out the best in each character

Tests best damage output too

But also he’d probably use meta characters and secretly raise the ones he actually likes?

Current fave: Yoimiya

Uses strong characters for coop but uses his faves for single player domains (or coop with iwaizumi)

Likes characters but surprisingly wouldnt be too invested in the plot

does not whale out of pride

Iwaizumi

Geo user

Uses characters he finds respectable in the storyline + hard hitters

Razor, klee, jean main but unaware of the family relationship

Sometimes uses beidou although her burst takes too long sometimes

Pretty casual player, only started because of Oikawa

Hanamaki

obviously he and matsukawa would make zhongli pillar dick jokes

Kaeya and beidou main (he thinks they’re cool)

Not that impatient to wait for bursts to charge or has a lot of energy recharge

whale

Matsukawa

……. Hutao main

funeral home

Would use qiqi and hutao together for the meme then grows to genuinely like qiqi

Saves up for a really long time then spends it all at once

Kindaichi

Doesn’t play much tbh

Offline for a week, comes back to do commissions for one day, leaves

Kunimi

Hed be pretty good

but lazy and forget to do dailies

then buy welkin moon instead

Focuses more on the story too rather than gameplay and points out loopholes

Mains whoever he has in his team with good synergy (like chongyun xingqiu xiangling)

Kyoutani

Rage quits 5 minutes in after hearing paimon’s voice 😔

Throws his phone at the wall

Yahaba

Simps for jean

Mains jean

Dedicated to dailies and spiral abyss

But doesn’t wish that much

Was the one who tried getting kyoutani into it and suffered the consequences

Nekoma

Kuroo

ENTP king raises a whole arsenal of characters for spiral abyss

I cant see him really getting attached to one in particular ?

makes zhongli pillar dick jokes every chance he can get

but also uses him for utility

Wants to try using a whole bunch of characters and wishes on every banner

But uses the meta ones with good team comps

sparks twitter debates with ….. interesting takes

“_____ is completely shit”

Kenma

OH BOY HES A GAMER GAMER

Whale whale whale whale

He’s tony to

Best synergy teams, understands the value of elemental mastery, REALLY values good supports, calculates possible damage numbers

Kazuha, zhongli, bennett, venti are a staple in his teams

Helps hinata and kuroo until kuroo teases too much by deliberately playing horribly

mildom and youtube streamer like murase ayumu

Appreciates story and lore very much too

Yaku

he’d LOVE the children

Probably would use characters that remind him of family members and friends

Klee, diona, qiqi, chongyun, xingqiu, razor, bennett

does spiral abyss but not obsessively

Lev

KENMA-SAN!!! LETS PLAY TOGETHER!!!

I’m sorry he would not know how the game works

Doesn’t do the ascension quests and gets stuck at AR 26 with 500k extra points

Thinks he’s amazing but it’s because he’s stuck at world level 1

I’m sorry lev ily but ……. its the truth

Tries pulling for everyone too and mains the first 5 star he got

(childe because he’s russian AKSHDKDHSKSHS /j)

Wants diluc and xiao because they look cool but gets Mona instead (doesnt understand how to use her)

Yamamoto

Also raises the women like tanaka but + kaeya

Lev complained to him about getting Mona while he’s wanted Mona for months

Not really a dedicated intense gamer EXCEPT for during those battle events

Fukurodani

Bokuto

WANTS THE STRONG AND COOL LOOKING 5 STARS

Eula, zhongli, diluc, xiao

but doesn’t know how to build either

doesn’t understand stats

would feel really bad for qiqi

Wouldn’t like signora for hurting venti :(

Wouldn’t like childe too :( until he plays the story quest and sees the ruin guard cutscene

then starts sobbing because of what a good brother he is

“AKAAAASSHI I wanna do that too!!!” then he dies

Tries to use childe but doesn’t understand the cool down management

Mispronounces and misspells tartaglia (タルタリア)

for more info on how bokuto plays genshin see Kimura ryohei’s YouTube channel ✨

Akaashi

the true childe main (just like me)

Uses characters based on utility

but mains whoever reminds him of bokuto FJDHFJFJDKSJ

Very good supports but unlike Kenma, he chooses and builds supports around his main

also uses very good supports so people won’t realize he’s using childe for the cv kimura ryohei (everyone knows anyway)

Literature nerd appreciates the plot, writing and deep lore too

Konoha

Tries pulling for everyone but has REALLY bad luck

Has really good characters but never the one he wants

loses all 50/50s and has a c4 qiqi

Ends up maining qiqi as dps

sorry konoha i didn’t mean to slander you

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima

does not know how to play or build

Uses whoever he has (aka starters)

Only plays because tendou downloaded and made an account for him

Doesn’t know how to ascend characters or farm

Forgets about talents (me)

Weirdly good RNG and doesn’t realize it 😩

“Let me look at your account wakatoshi-kun”

“Sure”

“You didn’t tell me you had 6 of jean’s Stella fortuna???”

“What’s that?”

Tendou

this man pulls for the seiyuus

Mains childe, hutao, mona for 5 stars

childe and hutao’s instinct based quickswap playstyle works so well for him!

jokes about cosplaying mona then actually does

Knows how to build, grinds, and manages ushijima’s account for him

Probably whales too

Shirabu

Meta meta meta meta

But f2p meta

Loves setting up reactions

More into the lore too and researches theories

Remembers actual names of boss drops

Semi: so how many of those buttplugs do you have again

Shirabu: 💢stop calling them buttplugs, they have actual names 💢

VERY diligent with battle pass, dailies, achievements and spiral abyss full stars

Until he //SPOILERS gets into med school and has no time for shit

Inarizaki

Atsumu

Would have a crush on a character I just know it

Invests heavily on his faves and is great at utilizing each of them

fussy . complains about a certain unit and how they can improve

or complains about how the game can improve to osamu

Osamu: yer just saying that cuz you couldn’t get a high score

Archons main (already saving for the tsaritsa)

Wouldn’t have a main dps but several hard hitting supports

Whale and falls victim to the weapon banner

Osamu

More casual player than Atsumu but still tries to get higher than him in events and spiral abyss

If atsumu’s a whale, osamu’s a dolphin

Great at dodging

Catalyst user!!

Mains ningguang, klee, yanfei + other catalyst supports

Also uses keqing

Kita

the man appreciates routine aka VERY diligent with dailies, battle pass, farming

“if you do things properly results will follow” or whatever quote he said ✨

Starter team but raises other characters for abyss

Reads dialogue and appreciates the plot

Barely gachas

Aran

will defend TO THE DEATH the underappreciated characters

Has empathy for noelle 🥺🥺

Noelle, Barbara, xinyan, bennett, children user 🥺

Talks to every NPC and loves the backstories and lore

also would feel really bad for qiqi

Suna

Uses the tall men and women and builds them all as dps (childe zhongli diluc kaeya beidou ningguang jean lisa rosaria eula)

He’d probably make a support character a dps tbh

Disregards team synergy for the shits but somehow manages to do domains and abyss

Itachiyama

Sakusa

c6 everyone

leaves

[multi-maker]

— lumine.

note. many has forgotten that she is an outlander - someone who did not belong to this world. lumine was fine with that, it will make things easier.

but when she sees the same woman who hurt venti, one of the people she has come to cherish, then she will shed her mortal facáde.

she is lumine - outlander, honorary knight of mondstadt and liyue’s savior.

she is lumine, half god and half angel.

lumine knew from the start that she was different from the rest. she could harness both anemo and geo alike, even without a vision granted to her. perhaps, in a way, she stole the power of anemo and geo.

(she refuses to think it was gifted to her - for when she received these, she didn’t know barbatos or morax.)

lumine was older, wiser, and stronger than everyone thought her to be. when kaeya called her underage, she almost wanted to laugh at the sheer irony of it. her, underage?

for archons sake, she was probably as old as venti. maybe even older.

despite it, she merely nodded and went along with the others opinion of her. outlander, who was powerful and bested dvalin.

she does not tell them of her true origins, even when she craved to do so. she does not tell them the wings made from star dust that she used to possess, nor the constellations that dances around her fingertips. she does not tell them the power of the stars she once wielded, now sealed away by the unknown god.

she does not tell them that one way to regain her old powers is to devour the visions they hold dearly.

how could she, when that is considered treason? when she could get hunted down by mortals and deities like? when she could be persecuted by the gods from celestia for doing such an inhumane act?

(she tries to ignore it - the gnawing hunger in her whenever she sees a vision.)

but lumine - lumine wasn’t kind. nor was she evil. she was simply...between. she will save those who cannot protect themselves, but she will leave those who can. lumine could frankly careless about what is happening, only wanting to find her brother.

but then.

but then, she meets amber. who gave her the ability to fly again. she meets kaeya, who reminded her too much of herself. she meets jean, who appreciates her so much. she meets lisa, who tells her it is okay to rest. she meets the rest, people who she has grown attached to.

in all her millenia of living, her and aether have agreed that growing bonds will only hinder them. they jumped form world to world, growing attached will only stop them.

then, an unknown god stole aether from her, sealed her powers away, and left her to rot.

she has come to cherish all these people - holding them in her heart and always wishing for their wellbeing. they were in a way, like the treasure’s she collected. they were precious to her, irreplaceable.

the day the eighth of the fatui harbingers hurt venti, lumine curses herself for the lack of her power. if she had her original power, if she didn’t charge so recklessly, then she would be able to stomp la signora like the bug she was.

but she is wingless, powerless, and she is weak.

so she merely watches, and she swore to herself that la signora will be the first one she will devour.

when lumine approaches northland bank in search for zhongli, she freezes. her footsteps came into a halt, her hands falling to her side.

she feels the same presence all those weeks ago - when she watches venti lose his godhood in front of the cathedral that was built for him.

“lumi?” paimon asks her, confused. paimon was about to call the female again, to ask her why she suddenly stopped, when lumine turns her head to her.

paimon stills at the sight.

lumine is blank, so utterly blank and empty. her golden eyes are dark, swimming with rage and anger. her lips are pulled into a thin line, features so dark yet so regal.

if paimon looked closer, she thinks she could see the faint outline of wings behind the traveler.

“paimon,” she calls her fae companion softly. “can i ask you to do something for me?” she tilts her head, golden locks swaying. for some reason, paimon had the urge to follow whatever lumine told her to.

it felt like if she didn’t agree, then she will see a wrath like no one else.

lumine waited.

that was something she was good at. she was patient, something aether was horrible at. lumine could wait and wait - only if something good will happen.

so she waited behind northland bank’s doors, constellations dancing on her fingertips.

she hears paimon’s shouts and screams as a way to distract them, and she summons her sword in a swirl of golden dust. geo erupted to life, destroying the doors and flinging it elsewhere. dust kicked up as lumine advances, golden eyes glowing as anemo energy swirled to life on her hand.

she ignores zhongli and childe - honing in on la signora whose eyes went wide surprise. like a hound to the smell of their prey, lumine did not let up.

“la signora, eighth of the fatui harbingers, wielder of a cryo delusion,” lumine’s voice is cold and dark, holding a different sense of tone. she stands tall, seemingly looming over the three.

“do you plead guilty?”

with those words, lumine’s sword dances.

anemo swirled to life, geo erupted, and la signora was forced to retreat. lumine did not let her escape, summoning a wall of earth to block her escape route. grimly, she smiles as she points her sword. “venti is a dear friend, and you have something that is his.” she informs her solemnly, golden eyes alit.

lumine moves - in a speed no one knew was possible. sword swung and blood sprayed as la signora clutches her chest in surprise. no one saw her move, not even the god of war, morax.

lumine’s hands grabbed la signora’s hanging vision and she grabs it. golden eyes met blue, and lumine, covered in her enemies’ blood, smiles.

“thank you, for the meal.”

and then, she devours.