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dawn-moths · 2 years ago

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“Silk robes & Jasmine tea”

Zhongli x Female Reader

word count: 9,000+

(You’ve been living with Zongli for some time now but still feel like there’s so much you don’t know about the man you love. One morning, after discovering him discussing business with a member of the Fatui, you find yourself with even more questions about who— or perhaps what— Zhongli really is. But your lover is quick to distract you with all the luxuries Liyue has to offer, keeping you tucked away in this world of wealth and perfection he’s surrounded you with. Still though, once the shimmering haze of opulence begins to fade, you can only hope that Zhongli knows what he’s getting himself— and you, by association— into.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff and smut, Childe makes a cameo, Zhongli has lowkey sugar daddy vibes, size kink, mention of virginity loss, oral (giving and recieving), Zhongli is mostly sweet to you but gets a little rough during sex sometimes, you and Zhongli are just so devoted to each other like this is some “till death do us part” kind of romance, almost 5,000 words of this is smut, again sorry if not everything is congruent to lore.

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Golden sunlight spills in from the bedroom windows, one of the embroidered curtains drawn back from the tall, wide panes of spotless glass and allowing the luminescence to blanket over your resting form from where you lay tangled among the many layers of silk sheets. You begin to stir, eyelids fluttering and a soft groan humming in your throat as you stretch, wincing with slight pain as the previous night returns to you in quick bursts of color— the cool shades of twilight contrasting with the honey warm glow of your lover’s gaze as he filled your entire being with so much pleasure you could’ve drowned in it.

Zhongli always tried to be careful with you, treat you as delicately as possible like the beautiful silk flower you were, but even he couldn’t control himself sometimes. For as refined and gentlemanly as he carried himself towards outsiders, there was a beast beneath the benevolence.

A beast that only you could satisfy.

You didn’t necessarily mind though. For as much as you appreciated his gentle care and loving caress, you equally enjoyed his rougher side as well— the way he could pin both your wrists over your head with one massive fist, sucking bruises into your tender flesh as his hips snapped relentlessly against your inner thighs, forcing those adorably delectable moans and whimpers to spill from you with every thrust.

For such a common occurrence, every time with him still found a way to make itself new, to reignite your desire for one another— your need— until the passion evolved into a wildfire, consuming you both in its saccharine heat.

However now, as you rolled over to cuddle back up to your love on his side of the bed, you found him missing, the silk sheets gone cold from the absence of his warmth. Usually, after such a long love making session, Zhongli tended to sleep in just as late as you, sometimes even later, both of you rising closer to the afternoon hours. But today he was already up and about.

Perhaps he’s gone to put on the tea, you reasoned with yourself, sitting up in bed and absentmindedly combing your fingers through the gentle tangles forming in your hair, gazing out the window at the sky and the city that sat beneath it for a little while until you realized just how much time was getting away from you.

When you figured that Zhongli probably wasn’t going to return anytime soon, you wrapped yourself up in one of his many silk robes, pulling the material tighter around your shoulders and chest as a light shiver scurried over your skin, and emerged from the master bedroom, the double, gold embellished doors baring sculptures of dragons— the biggest and most prominent one being the Geo Archon, Morax— curling over the polished wood slowly sweeping closed soundlessly behind you.

As your little feet made light pitter-patters down the stairs and over the cold marble floors, you began to hear the quiet mingling of voices echoing from down the long hallway leading to the main living room. One was the deep, rich lilt of Zhongli— a sound that could always bring you comfort or excite butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach— but the other voice was one you didn’t recognize.

“…assure you the trade will be fully worth your while,” the unfamiliar tone promised with a practiced kind of cheeriness, “you have my word.”

The closer you approached, the better you could make out what was being said, steps slowing as you tried to catch more of the conversation yet feet still carrying you nearer to hear every last detail.

“And what will she do with it,” Zhongli asked, his tone sounding different than you were used to, all of his kindness turned to something harsh and demanding, the warm, lazy-dripping honey hardening into cold, jagged gemstone. “Once she has it, won’t she just continue to terrorize the other nations?”

You stopped short.

What could he possibly be referring to? And who was this person Zhongli was having such a serious conversation with?

“Why she wants it is as much a mystery to me as it is to you,” the stranger sighed, his confusion just dramatic enough to almost read as a cover up for a lie. “But I think the more important matter here is that she can give you what you want. And, at the end of the day, what is all of this other than just another contract?”

Inching closer, you could just barely peer around the archway that led into the room, catching sight of your lover, who hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.

Zhongli was already dressed for the day, the silky robe that billowed behind him like liquid gold as he paced the mansion halls in the morning traded for the many layers of his more formal attire, his long hair tied back with his favorite amber accessory and laying perfectly as it tended to do. Sitting on the opposite facing couch, however, was a tousled mass of auburn hair and grey clothing, a splash of red snaking over the stranger’s shoulders.

“You know she’s the only one who could ever fulfill a wish as grand as yours, right?” the unfamiliar visitor continued, baiting Zhongli on to something, but what exactly you still did not understand. It was when you saw Zhongli’s expression darken into something borderline dangerous that you truly felt fear at witnessing this interaction.

“I understand,” Zhongli replied. “I still require some time to think things over, however—”

Amidst their serious conversation, you tried to step back and press your back to the wall so you could listen in under more cover, but Zhongli caught sight of you just before you could continue to eavesdrop, one of those calm smiles upturning his lips as his gaze fell upon you and softened back into a look befitting of the man you loved. “Ah…” he began, the stranger whose back was facing you now turning halfway to glance over his shoulder at the unexpected visitor. “You’re awake.”

“I-I didn’t mean to—” interrupt, you were going to say, but Zhongli beckoned you further into the room with the assurance that everything was alright.

And you hesitated. Not because you thought you’d be in trouble for catching the confidential details at the end of a business meeting, but because of the way the ginger-haired young man studied you with that piercing blue stare of his. It was predatory— like some vicious condor locking in on its quarry before making the dive down to sink its sharp talons in deep.

Despite the fact that he was grinning, there was something about him that you didn’t trust, the expression forced and cold. You made sure to walk around the side of the couch opposite to where he was perched, his stare and suspicious smirk following you all the way to where you curled up next to Zhongli on the opposite facing sofa.

As he combed his long fingers gently through your hair, Zhongli took the opportunity to introduce you to his “friend”, “business partner”, whoever this intimidating and unfamiliar man was.

“Darling, this is Childe,” he began, your gaze flicking back to the guest across from you for a mere moment before returning to hiding in the safety of your lover’s embrace.

“A Harbinger of the Fatui,” Childe added gleefully, giving you a nod. “Nice to meet you!”

Your eyes widened a fraction then, flashing a look of fear at the Fatui before meeting the soothing amber of Zhongli’s gaze with confusion and concern. Because why would Zhongli need to be associating with someone like him? Was he in some kind of trouble? Were you, by association?

“The two of us were just coming to…” Zhongli hesitated for a moment, searching his mind for the right words as he and Childe locked eyes. “…a trade agreement,” he settled on, then quickly changed the subject by asking you, “Are you hungry? The tea should still be hot.” It sounded more like he was brushing it off, but you could try and fish for answers later. For you, it was still too early for this. So you shook your head, that minute expression satisfying your lover’s need for an answer.

Zhongli began to give Childe the usual formal farewells, all the while not seeming to notice— or at least, not seeming to mind— the way the Harbinger’s stare slowly swept up and down your figure, eyes hungry for something that you hoped was just in your imagination. You pulled the robe tighter around yourself and curled up even closer to Zhongli, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Well then!” Childe beamed as he stood from the couch and prepared to take his leave. “I look forward to doing business with you!” He then glanced your way, giving you a wink and adding on through a mischievous chuckle as he said what you were sure was meant to be directed more at Zhongli despite the deliberate eye contact made with you, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

Zhongli walked him out, the two of them muttering and whispering some last minute comments you couldn’t hear until the unsettling stranger disappeared behind the grand entrance doors. You’d hung back, half hidden behind one of the mansion’s arches further down the hall and looking over at Zhongli with those puppy dog eyes of yours.

You wished he’d just tell you something— anything— regarding his life before the two of you had met. But Zhongli was as good at deflecting probing questions as he was at keeping secrets, and anytime you’d tried to press he’d just given some vague reply about how “everyone has a past” or some such about running off to Liyue to “start a new life” before distracting you with something shiny and new for a little while.

But the cycle would always inevitably repeat, your curiosity always rising back to the surface no matter how far into the trenches Zhongli thought his expensive gifts could sink it.

He couldn’t help but give a bittersweet sigh as he turned and saw you, elegantly striding to meet you once more and slipping an arm around your waist, hugging you closer to his side as the two of you began to migrate towards the dining room. “What ever is the matter, my love?” he asked, the question sincere yet concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you mumbled, little fingers nervously fidgeting with the tassels on the belt of the robe. “Why would the Fatui…?” need to be in contact with you? What do they want with you? Why was one just sitting so casually in our home? Are you going to be ok? Are we? You had so many inquiries yet none seemed to be able to form as words.

Zhongli kissed the top of your head, stroking his thumb along your hip through the thin fabric of the robe as he once again assured you that you had nothing to worry about, then changing the subject to distract you with the day’s itinerary, which would involve some of your most favorite things— shopping and nice restaurants and gorgeous views— only the best that Liyue had to offer as you and your lover walked arm in arm.

“So why don’t you go and get dressed…” he suggested with a kind smile, carefully taking your face in his hands and gazing into your eyes with all the adoration in the world, “And then we shall go out and enjoy ourselves, yes?”

At this, you decided to let the morning’s Fatui incident drift to the back of your mind and instead opted to focus on the day’s more alluring activities. You put on your favorite outfit, styled your hair to lay perfectly, and met Zhongli back downstairs where he was sipping at his third cup of tea that morning as the blown glass chandelier in the shape of the Geo Archon danced above his head, small amber light refractions scattered about the room as a glint of sunlight kissed the twisting sculpture.

“How do I look?” you asked as you gave a twirl, Zhongli taking in your appearance and gracing you with another one of those soft smiles you loved to see him wear, especially when you knew that you were the cause of such gentle joy.

“Absolutely exquisite, my dear,” he complimented pleasantly, standing from his seat to approach you, brushing back a strand of hair that had come loose during your spin and tucking it behind your ear. “Now, are you ready to go?”

You nodded, your grin one of building excitement, the kind that crept into your glittering eyes, and then, with your arm interlocked with his, you and Zhongli left the ornate comforts of the mansion and began your stroll towards the streets of Liyue.

And thus, the cycle began once more.

***

Zhongli had spent six thousand years wandering this earth.

Six thousand years to discover every beautiful flower and enchanting sunset and glittering jewel.

But still, even with an abundance of lifetimes and the pleasures that he’d witnessed within them, the day he spotted you he’d realized that he’d never experienced true beauty before then.

Even from all the way up in the heavens where only gods could reach, Morax noticed you as clearly as brilliant noctilucous jade illuminating a darkened cavern, his golden gaze glazing over with this sudden urge— this sudden want— to collect you for his own before anyone else could claim such a rarity for themselves.

And so the Archon was drawn down from his ethereal perch, forced to take on a lesser human form, in the eyes of the other gods, but willing to trade all his power and status just to walk beside you. Perhaps you were an adeptus— he speculated as he got closer, weaving in and out of the afternoon crowds to chase his sudden desire— because how could a mere human appear so perfect?

And you, so unaware of the effect you had on him, this tall, handsome man who was nothing but a stranger before that day, a face you would’ve noticed no doubt, but perhaps forgotten overtime if not made proper introduction.

You, who had simply been going about your daily errands, stolling with grace and leisure without a care in the world.

You, who’d apologized so sweetly when you’d backed away from a window where you’d been admiring a newly tailored dress by your favorite designer who you could only dream of affording only to bump into something warm and firm.

“It’s quite alright,” Zhongli had assured you once you turned and met eyes, your face beginning to burn the moment you saw him. “The fault is mine, I assure you.” He’d extended a gloved hand, the gesture gentle and inviting. “Won’t you tell me your name?”

As you answered, you’d lightly placed your own hand in his, and, while you’d at first expected him to shake it like you saw so many business men doing with each other on the daily around the city of contracts, you instead released a small, quiet gasp when the beautiful man bowed his head, lightly clasping your dainty little hand and pressing a soft kiss to the top of it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he grinned, his smile soft yet sincere. “My name is…” He’d hesitated a moment, just long enough to think but not so much so as to draw any suspicions from you. “My name is Zhongli.”

And so you’d then become formally acquainted, and the man who might’ve once just been an attractive stranger pacing the streets with undefined purpose became Zhongli, a gentleman who you often found yourself running into whenever you took an outing in the busier parts of town.

He’d accompany you on your errands sometimes, remember things you’d mentioned you liked when you spotted them in passing and then surprising you later on with those gifts, anything to show you— to prove— that his intentions were pure and true, and that, if you’d have him, he’d like to make you his, and in return he would become yours as well.

There were extravagant trips across neighboring nations and fancy dinners and lavish clothing— all these luxurious gifts showered over you before you could even find the time to dream them up.

And then he’d invited you to come live with him, luring the glittering jewel he so desired right into his cave to collect the treasure once and for all. But he loved you. And you loved him. So of course you’d said yes. The word had rolled off your tongue before any ounce of logic could intervene. But Zhongli did not intend to keep you like a bird in a beautiful cage. He was simply just protective over his precious treasure, wanted to ensure that you were safe and happy at all times.

After the shimmering, golden haze of your new life had dulled a little, you’d realized that everything comes with a price, even if money never seemed to be an object to someone like Zhongli.

So what was the catch, you sometimes wondered, what was the debt that was going to be due?

It became apparent that the currency of secrets and information held much more weight than Mora did, for Zhongli knew almost everything about you, yet you felt like you’d barely scratched the surface on who he was, what he’d been through in his life up until now.

You could easily gather simple facts, like how silk robes and jasmine tea were just commonplace in the ornate mansion you now called your home, or that Zhongli had a habit of taking a long, hot bath at the end of the day if he was feeling particularly stressed. You knew he was a trusted consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, but whenever you asked to know more about the responsibilities that the title required, he always gave a vague answer or just changed the subject.

You knew there must be more to it than he was letting on, and that, whatever it was, it provided more than enough funds to live this kind of lifestyle. Anytime you mentioned anything about money, even just the innocent wondering of how much something cost in one of the high end stores you two were so used to frequenting by now, Zhongli would always just remind you not to worry about it.

“There’s no need to look at price tags,” he’d told you time and time again. “Money is no object to me and I don’t want you to feel like it should be to you either.”

Again, it was easy to just bat your eyes and smile sweetly and forget about the fact that, even with such pretty, reassuring words, everything has a cost. Most of the time, that’s just what you did, at least in the moment. It would only be afterward, oftentimes when you were laying in bed beside him late at night, unable to sleep as the doubts came creeping in, that you’d realize that his lack of explanation for so many things bothered you.

But he was so sweet to you. He was always thinking of you. He had this awkward sort of charm that you knew was reserved only for private moments between the two of you when his pristine facade faltered just enough to let something a little more real shine through.

Zhongli only ever wanted to make you happy, to take the very best care of you, to reward his perfect little princess with any and everything she could ever want because, for him, your debt had already been paid.

All Zhongli had ever wanted was to love someone who loved him in return, and you’d given him that long ago.

So yes, while there was indeed a price to be paid for everything, that price perhaps was not always something that needed to be taken in order to be fulfilled, but given instead. And you were more than capable of giving all of your love to the man you truly wished to spend the rest of your life with— however short in the terms of an Archon’s experience may it be.

***

As the sun set over Liyue, pantones of peach and pearl swaying over the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves across the harbor, you and Zhongli returned home. Half of your shopping bags hung from one of your arms, the others dangling from his grasp, allowing both of your free hands to remain clasped together until he broke the touch to hold the front door open for you.

“After you, my love,” he smiled, voice calm and even like always. You hummed out a delighted giggle and walked past him, replying with a sweet and timid “thank you” before setting your bags down by the staircase and waiting for Zhongli to come inside.

As he approached you, you expected him to set the rest of your bags down and suggest you two migrate into the living room for more conversation and perhaps another cup of tea, but instead he grabbed up the bags you’d set down and started up the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at you when he didn’t hear you following and saying, “Come, now, darling. I have a surprise for you.”

Excitement and curiosity filled your chest, a beaming smile lighting up on your face as you ran up the stairs to catch up with him.

“What is it?” you asked with innocent enthusiasm. You knew he wasn’t going to tell you yet you could never resist trying to pry anyway.

Zhongli cracked a small grin and hummed a low, pleasant note. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Once he pushed the doors of the master bedroom open, however, you had the answer to your question. Your eyes went wide, glee glittering in your gaze as you stepped towards the bed to get a better look.

“But when did you—” have time to set all this up?

“Do you like it?” your lover asked, gently resting his arm around your waist, a gloved thumb stroking tenderly at your hip and sending you back to this morning for a moment.

“Do I like it? I…” You looked from him to the bed back to him again, the incredulous expression painted across your pretty face bringing slight amusement to Zhongli, causing him to stifle a calm chuckle. A big, beaming smile spread across your lips once more, a giggle as delicate and beautiful as the jingle of bells bubbling up in your throat. “Can I try it on?”

“It’d be a shame not to, don’t you think?” Zhongli gestured towards the bed where your gift lay spread across the silk sheets, the skirt of the dress you’d been eyeing dreamily a few months back— the one you’d given up on owning once you noticed the intricate and elegant garment absent from the prestigious dress shop’s front window— splayed perfectly in all it’s warm gold and rust and umber shades.

One of the reasons you’d admired it so much was because it reminded you of Zhongli.

“Look!” you’d pointed out as you two passed the window, halting to a stop before the fashion that captivated you. “It matches you!”

Zhongli had studied the dress, his fingers gently gripping his chin in thought as his amber eyes contemplated the hand stitched embroidery and ornate beaded designs adoring the fabric— a wearable piece of art.

“Yes…” he’d nodded pensively. “I suppose it does…”

The two of you had continued on walking then, you glancing over your shoulder a few times to catch a fleeting glimpse of the gorgeous dress growing smaller and smaller in your vision.

You’d sulked a little when you noticed it gone on your next outing, though eventually were able to convince yourself you had more than enough pretty dresses already filling your closet. Never would you have thought the reason it was missing was because Zhongli had bought it. He’d been saving it for a special occasion, really waiting for this particular bought of business he’d been dealing with as of late to pass so he could return to focusing on you, but after the morning’s meeting with Childe, Zhongli figured now was as good a time as any.

“May I?” he asked, placing a hand lovingly on the small of your back and looking from you to the dress. You felt your cheeks heat and a shy smile crook up on your glossy lips. He was asking if he could dress you. You loved it when he did that. You felt so taken care of, so pampered— his most special, favorite little doll.

“Of course,” you nodded, sitting on the end of the king sized bed so you were positioned a little higher off the ground, allowing him easier access to unbutton the shiny cor lapis clasps that fastened the front of your current garment together. They glimmered honey bright, just like Zhongli’s entrancing eyes.

Once he slid the sheer, flowing sleeves from your shoulders, Zhongli helped you step out of your skirt, carefully peeling off your stockings and untying your shoes, folding and placing all your clothing neatly on the chest that sat at the end of the bed where blankets and pillows transformed it into a makeshift bench.

He couldn’t help but appreciate you the way you looked now— in nothing but the expensive satin and lace lingerie that hugged the soft curves of your breasts and hips, this set an alluring shade of merigold.

Something in Zhongli’s usually stoic disposition shifted, his mouth falling slightly open as if realizing a mild epiphany. His hands fell upon your shoulders, his light grasp engulfing your form, fingertips grazing over your collarbones, tracing over the delicate lines of you and landing over your fluttering heartbeat.

You watched him closely, noticed the way he appeared to worship you like you, yourself, were a rare work of art.

To him, you were.

He knew there had never been one before you, and that there would never be another after, who captivated him in this way, caused him to experience such intricate emotions that made him feel all the more human.

To love someone is to cherish them. To come to know every flaw yet still choose to view them as perfection. To be willing to make the greatest sacrifices for them no matter the cost. That, Zhongli had learned, was true devotion.

As a mortal, you were imperfect by nature, you’d heard people say. You knew this about yourself the same as most humans did, whether they chose to lean into or ignore those specific cracks and tears in their own flesh and minds.

Zhongli had been a god, once. Still was, in your eyes— a benevolent being to be worshiped and respected for all he did for you. And while you weren’t aware that the man you shared a bed with, who surrounded you with all of the finest things in Teyvat and revered you as his own divine deity, was one of the Seven Archons, the way you looked at him— whether in the silver moonlight or the early, golden hours of dawn— made him feel holier than even the most devoted of disciples.

He pulled his touch back from you just long enough to remove his rings and peel off his gloves, setting them on the chest beside your clothes and flexing his fingers before caressing the sides of your arms once more.

“Perhaps… Before we get you dressed again…” Zhongli began, words steady and serene, gaze tracking from where his bare touch rested upon you, traveling across your chest, along your neck, then landing to meet your awaiting eyes. He cracked an apologetic grin. “Forgive me, my love… But I’m afraid I just can’t help myself…”

He leaned forward slowly, his lips merely ghosting yours before you pressed into the kiss a little more, the taste of him still unlike anything you could compare it to.

There were hints of his preferred tea, yet something smokey and earthy mingled in with the subtle sweetness.

It was uniquely his, the same way the flavor of your kiss was uniquely yours.

Zhongli lifted you from the bed, firm hands secured under the plush of your thighs as strong arms cradled you, carrying you around to the other side of the bed so as to not disturb where your gift patiently waited to be worn. He lowered you back down to the bed, the fluffy goose-down enveloping you— a pillowy nest of leisure and comfort or the perfect pedestal for love-making.

He leaned down over you, deepening the kiss as he cradled your face in both his palms, touch so tender and vigilant as if he were handling a newly bloomed silk flower, petals fragile. Vulnerable.

In the beginning, it was something Zhongli was constantly reminded of— just how delicate you were compared to him, how weak human beings could truly be.

He knew what would happen if he gave in to his more primal desires, allowing the rougher parts of him— the ones that had sharp teeth and glinting scales, razor talons and a bellowing roar— to slip into the routine the two of you had built over time.

He’d scare you away.

He’d risk losing you.

He’d return to being the lonely Archon, damned to wander the rest of his eternity in a solemn isolation.

So he tried to hold back.

He tried to retain this facade of mortality for the sake of his most precious treasure.

The first time you’d given yourself to him, decided that you would be his if he would be yours, Zhongli had been terrified.

Because what if he hurt you?

What if he couldn’t control himself once he was inside such a tight, wet, warm place and got carried away? Became selfish?

For the Geo Archon, sexual desire had never been something he’d had much time to indulge in.

There was always work to be done. Always a new contract to sign. A war to be fought. Territory to be conquered or protected. Enemies to eradicate or imprison.

He’d divulged only when it became absolutely necessary, when the urge began to distract him from his duties.

But every partner before you had also contained the blood of a god in some capacity, whether by equal power or lesser than his own status, but never a human. Never a girl with a smile like the break of dawn’s light and the kind of careless laughter that came with not knowing the true atrocities the world could behold.

He’d known upon first contact that you were worth protecting. That the velvety softness of your skin, the way your body bent and arched to his touch, the lilting mewl of your delectable moans, the adorable way in which you trembled in his arms— all of it was reserved just for him. His eyes and ears and touch. Only for him, forever and for always.

The man would move heaven and earth for you, reshape mountains in your image just to bestow your beauty upon the lands that he’d come to know, the lands he’d watched rise and fall and rise again through the passing centuries.

It was truly one of the world’s wonders, Zhongli thought, how someone so small could grant him a pleasure so great, could make him forsake his supreme power to walk beside you and experience life at the same pace as you.

And even now, after so many times of holding your wrists in his firm yet tenderly attentive grip, pressing your form down further into the mattress, swallowing your meek little whimpers and whines with another languid yet passionate kiss, Zhongli knew that he’d never get tired of this.

He wished there was some way to preserve you for centuries like he’d lose the ability to upkeep in just a few short days, immortality disappearing like a coin of Mora tossed into the harbor, gold sinking down into the blackened depths of the lapping sea until it was lost to the salty waves.

But because you didn’t have such an option, Zhongli had taken it upon himself to reverse his own lifespan, placing a limit on the years that had once simply felt like days.

He wondered if the sunsets would last a little longer, appear just that much more vibrant, now that the number of them he had left to witness was fleeting.

“Zhongli…” you murmured in that sweet, soft little voice of yours, exhaling out a shuddering breath as his mouth sucked gently at the tender flesh of your throat, tongue teasing at a slow blooming bruise, nursing at the darkening spot as he savored the salt on your skin.

He pressed his lips to your ear after kissing your temple, whispering in that low tone that made you melt, the thick, sticky desire heating from within you and coating your insides with sugary lust, dripping through your veins like an arousing elixir.

He asked, “What is it, my love?” as you felt his hands sliding from your wrists to travel up the underside of your arms, making you let out another satisfied sigh at the sensitive touch, his fingertips grazing down the peak of your breasts, feeling your stiffened buds beneath the fabric of your bra, teasing at your ribs where he knew made you squirm before migrating back upward to knead at your chest.

“Love you…” you barely muttered before he had you gasping, the rush of cold air over your exposed breasts sending a chill through you after he removed your bra. That too was placed aside with care, as Zhongli knew how much you valued your things.

They had all been gifts from him, at one point or another, and whether the oldest item of your collection or the newest object of affection, you regarded them all with equal importance and consideration.

“And I love you…” he replied, shrugging off his coat and dropping it to the floor, quickly loosening his tie to pull over his head, “more than you’ll probably ever know.”

He climbed up onto the bed to reposition himself over you, shedding his shirt to expose the pale expanse of his toned chest.

Your eager little hands reached for him, grabbing with want— with need— to feel the enveloping warmth of his body on yours again. There were fires burning within both of you, the flames flickering and dancing through every shaky breath or bout of panting that puffed out from either of your lungs.

He placed a knee between your legs as your thighs attempted to clench together, anything to give just an ounce of satiation to your aching core. You knew it would be worth the wait. It always was. But Zhongli had a habit of making it last, as he seemed to do with most things.

His way of savoring things had become a thorough process with you, having long abandoned the rapid rate at which he’d once been keen to chase his pleasure.

You continued to reach for him, little hands trying to palm towards where you could see his length straining against his trousers.

“Zhongli, pleeeeeaaaase…” you whined, pathetic little pleas sending more of those electric sparks through your lover, another one of those charming yet wise grins pulling at his lips.

“Patience, darling,” he reminded you, though began to undo his belt upon your unspoken request. He let out an audible sigh after unzipping his pants and allowing his erection to spring free, the tip of his hard cock blushing pretty pink and already dripping pearly beads of pre-cum. “All in good time…”

Your mouth was practically watering at the sight, insides coiling tighter in anticipation for how good he was going to feel once he was buried inside you, nestled deep like you were the only home he’d even known— the only home he’d ever want to know.

He was halfway through trying to push down his trousers, kick them to the floor, no longer having the patience within himself to keep things in order like he’d been so intent on doing before, when he sucked in a sharp hiss, your roaming little hands wrapping around his cock and giving a light squeeze.

The weight of it in your grasp was a familiar thing, the way the veins ran along the underside, winding like vines through the girth of him.

You were still surprised sometimes, when you held him like this, really got a good, long look, that you could take him as well as you did.

Zhongli was so much bigger than you in so many ways— his large hands with long, lithe fingers, the broadness of his shoulders, his silhouette enough to envelope your entire being— but the one aspect that had brought the both of you concern when the first time had arrived was the initial insertion.

You’d been a virgin, back then. Even more delicate and sensitive than you remained to be now.

And Zhongli could see it in your eyes. That first pang of fear. Excitement too, of course. The nervous, jittery kind that made butterflies bat their wings from the bottom of your belly all the way up into your ribcage. But the way your throat bobbed with a thick, hard swallow, body quivering slightly, already trying to anticipate the pain, the stinging stretch of your tight little cunt as he pushed his way inside, had made your lover feel a spike of guilt mingling with his own growing arousal.

You’d cried that first time. Still did, if he didn’t keep himself in check— allowed the merciless and inexorable Morax to break through the considerate and gentlemanly form of Zhongli— and he’d immediately feared he’d ruined things before they’d barely had a chance to start.

You’d tried to be strong, in your own quiet and resolute way, biting back your pained whimpers while Zhongli had tried to go as slow as you needed him to, allowing you to accommodate his girth and adjust with every inch.

But he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t tested his will unlike anything he’d faced for a long time.

He fought the urge to bury himself to the hilt with one quick, harsh thrust. You’d yelp, cry out in pain as the tears fell from your eyes and wet the pillow under your head, but then the worst would be over and he could try and make it up to you from there.

But he hadn’t.

Archons were accustomed to being selfish, to being overindulgent. Living hundreds upon thousands of years with such immense and unchallenged power could do that to anyone, despite their nature.

Zhongli had defeated monstrous foes, sealed away incredible adversaries with his cosmic strength and brute force. He’d been feared and revered by all living creatures, but never loved by them in the unconditional way in which you’d introduced him to.

He’d vowed never to hurt you, even when you started to tell him through choked sobs that it was ok, that you were stronger than you looked (a lie) and that you were starting to embrace the pain more and more each time (the truth).

It had been a hard thing for him to accept in those first months you two had begun sleeping together, but the more you guided him to learn what you liked, he discovered that perhaps his more dominant side could suffice, in small increments.

“C-can I…?” you asked, face flushing red as you licked at your lips, staring hungrily at his cock.

Now it was Zhongli’s turn to blush a bit, tripping on his words momentarily before leaning back against the headboard, settling comfortably into the many pillows after fully discarding the rest of his clothing.

You lay on your stomach now, gingerly taking his cock in one hand while the other kept you propped up on one elbow, placing little kitten licks to his tip and pulling a satisfied sigh from him, his amber eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his head back further, weaving one of his hands through your hair while the other clasped behind his own neck.

“Good girl…” he praised you, causing your core to constrict a little more as you moaned soft and sweet against him, slotting your lips over his length and beginning to suck, the tangy salt of his pre-cum coating the back of your throat the further you worked him into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

You loved to please him, just as you knew that he loved to please you.

It was one of the many reasons why the relationship that the two of you shared worked so well.

“Good— Hng—! Such a good… Good girl…” Zhongli continued through a few shallow, panting breaths, the hand in your hair turning into a fist and tugging slightly when you hollowed your cheeks around him, feeling him nudging the back of your throat, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes from the light asphyxiation.

Once the initial wave had subsided, his grip on your hair loosened and he returned to thumbing gentle, stroking motions on the back of your neck, muttering more kind praises to you as you teased along his shaft with your tongue, pulling back until your lips kissed his leaking tip only to slide back down his length as far as you could go without choking.

Zhongli’s breath was quickening again, his pulse hammering behind his broad chest as a thin sheen of sweat began to shine on his forehead and body.

You could feel him twitching in your mouth, his body’s reactions encouraging you to keep going, to suck harder, force him deeper every time he hit the back of your throat, but after his next strangled groan, you found yourself being pulled off of him, another needy whine lilting in your throat as your puffy lips pouted, Zhongli holding you by the shoulders until he caught his breath.

“You spoil me, my darling…” he breathed, opening his eyes to take in the sight of you, your lips shining with saliva and cum the same as his cock. He ran his thumb along your mouth, wiping away some of the sticky wetness. “But don’t forget…” He was sitting forward now, nudging you to turn onto your back as he lowered himself between your legs, your sex fluttering in anticipation, panties already soaked. “It’s my job to spoil you.”

He kissed the inside of your thigh, sending another shiver up your spine as you arched into the ghosting touch of his lips. He held you down when you started to squirm, two firm hands digging into your plush flesh and making you wince, suck in a short, quiet hiss of your own when he nipped at you.

“Now…” he began with a low growl, teasing at your clit through the thin lace fabric and watching as you jolted when he applied just enough pressure. “Allow me to return the favor…”

He first slipped one of his slender digits in through the side of your underwear, pleased to find how wet you were as he ran his finger along your drenched slit, and hummed out a dark chuckle as he removed the last piece of fabric from you to join him in being completely bare.

You were gripping the sheets, twisting the expensive silks in your trembling fists as he continued to massage skillful circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, swiping up more of your slick as it dripped out of your needy little hole only to go back to attending to your most tender area.

Your whimpering continued, breath hitching as your body tried and failed to writhe away, the pleasure already bordering on too much.

At this, Zhongli paused, allowing you to calm down a little before lowering his head between your trembling legs, his long tongue lolling out to press flat against your cunt, lapping up your juices and releasing another satisfied hum at the taste of you.

Your thighs tried to squeeze around his head, stomach muscles contracting as you felt your walls clenching— still around nothing, desperately wanting more— but he forced them back apart easily, with nearly no effort at all, pinning your legs open under his splayed palms and kneading at the warm flesh beneath his hands to try and further soothe you.

When his tongue dipped inside, pushing deeper and deeper into you, you cried out and clawed at the pillows, your nails snagging and nearly ripping through the fabric on one of them.

It was ok if you ruined things. Broke them. Tore them. Shattered them across the floor.

Zhongli would just buy new ones. Better ones. He’d replace all these useless things as many times as he needed just to watch you scratch and bite and cry out into them while he had you like this.

“Zh-Zhongli, please—!” you yelped, your manicured nails biting into the muscles of his back now, actively trying to push him away despite how close you were to your release. “It’s—” too much!

You cried out, a stifled, high sound that rang through the room, vision spotting with stars as you felt your entire body tense and quake before slowly starting to relax.

Zhongli raised his head, face shining obscenely with your burst of arousal. Your eyes rolled back into your head, feeling like you could pass out at the sight of him swiping his tongue along his own lips, collecting more of your taste before wiping the rest of the remains away with one of his expensive handkerchiefs. You could barely catch your breath, all your limbs laying heavy against the bed while your heart continued to hammer.

“Look at you…” he cooed, clicking his tongue in that borderline patronizing way of his. He brushed some sweat-damp strands of your hair away from your face, pressing the back of his hand lightly to your cheek as if testing for a fever, smiling contently when he felt the heat radiating off of you. “Such a mess…”

You locked eyes with him, your pleading gaze laced with a fraction of frustration. At this, he chuckled a little, always finding you so adorable when you started to grow impatient.

Impatient for him.

“Worry not, my love,” he assured you, adjusting the pillows under and around you so that you could remain comfortable for what was to come next. “We’re only just getting started…”

He lined himself up with you, his stare flicking back to meet yours in order to gauge your reaction before beginning to press his tip in, always pausing when he heard you draw in a sharp hiss or a pained little whimper slipped past your lips. But you were so wet, fully prepared to take him, so it didn’t take long until every inch of him was nestled inside, splitting you in two with the pleasurable sting of the stretch.

He gave you a moment to adjust, peppering tender kisses along your neck and jaw until he felt you relax a little around him, and then he began to move, his first thrusts languid and rhythmic.

The more he felt you clench around him, his cock dragging against that spongy spot deep inside you just right every time once he found it, the faster his hips began to meet the insides of your thighs. Even with his increased speed, the drag of him felt eternal, so much of him trying to stay inside you, inside a space that you’d both once feared wouldn’t be enough to take him.

But you two fit together just fine, you’d been relieved to discover. In fact, sometimes, when he was buried to the hilt and you were squeezing him tighter than he could’ve ever imagined possible, a thought crossed both your minds amidst the haze of pleasure…

One of you must be holier than human, must be of a higher power, because if mortals, by nature, were so imperfect, how was it that what your two bodies created when joined together like this was the very definition of perfection?

“So good for me—” Zhongli praised through stifled groans and jaw-clenching grunts, now rutting into you with sharp, hard thrusts that would’ve inched you up the mattress if not for him holding you down. “So— so good…”

Your mewling moans continued, also gaining in their pitch and volume, the most beautiful music to Zhongli’s ears, a song to rival all the bards in Teyvat.

You wrapped your trembling legs around his slim waist, securing yourself to him and allowing him to drive himself deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix a few times and making more tears prick at your vision.

But you were both so close now, dangling right over the edge.

As the end was approaching on the horizon, Zhongli brought one of his hands down between you two to rub at your pulsing little bundle of nerves, your back arching even more as breathy moans escaped you with every exhale.

All it took then were a few more thrusts and muttered praises for his perfect little princess to constrict around his cock one last, relentless time to have the both of you letting go, mingled arousal staining your bodies as the musky scent drifted through the air and mixed with the ever present perfume of freshly cut bouquets placed about the house.

Zhongli stayed inside of you for a little while, keeping you close to him as you felt him slowly start to soften, pulling you in to press your chest against his as he trailed his fingers gently down your back until your trembling subsided.

Once he pulled out, laying you back down against the many plush pillows littering the bed and making sure you were comfortable before going off to fetch a fresh towel to clean you with, you were drifting off into a dream-like daze, eyelids fluttering and energy spent.

Perhaps if your entire body hadn’t just been wracked through with such passionate pleasures, you’d be inclined to revisit the morning’s conversations and speculate further into what secrets Zhongli was hiding this time.

A Fatui Harbinger was trouble no matter which way you looked at it and, like you knew so well, everything has a price.

And you loved Zhongli. Loved him more than the sun and the sea and the moon and the stars. You felt like lucky didn’t even begin to describe how you felt about meeting him, falling in love with him, getting to spend your days by his side.

Blessed was slightly closer, yet what you two had was more sacrosanct than any cause involving the Archons.

However, with the former part of that equation weighing heavy on your mind, you truly couldn’t even begin to guess what debt your lover was about to owe— maybe already did owe, after the ginger-haired stranger had departed with such high spirits— if he went through with the mysterious deal.

“Don’t fret, my love…” Zhongli’s low, soothing voice came back to you as you felt his weight resettle on the end of the bed. You cautiously opened your eyes to find him wrapped up in one of his many silk robes, a damp washcloth in hand as he carefully began to wipe it along your skin. “After you’re cleaned up, we’ll get you into that beautiful new dress of yours. Don’t think I’ve forgotten…”

You glanced over to the other side of the bed where your gift still lay. Where the skirt had been perfectly splayed had gotten a little tousled from the pull and shift of the blankets, but otherwise it remained on an alluring display.

You reached a hand forward cautiously until it landed on one of his own. Zhongli stopped his gentle worship of cleaning you for a moment, face morphing back into a subtle concern as he asked you what was wrong.

“Promise me…” you asked— begged— in a near tearful little whimper, batting your lashes to try and blink the tears welling in your glossy eyes. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me, Zhongli… Never, ever…”

Your lover’s expression of worry deepened then, as if you even having the faintest notion of such a thing had been a catastrophic failure on his part.

He cleared his throat and then said— swore to you— “I will never leave you, darling. Not until the day I die. And I vow to stay alive until you, yourself, have passed…” He came to lay beside you, propped up on one elbow as he wiped some of your fallen tears from your cheeks with his thumb. “Only then will I be able to leave this world in peace. I swear to you, you shall only have to live without me for a single day, for I shall join you shortly in the afterlife when the time comes.”

Such a sincere, intense pact only caused your tears to multiply, leaning into his palm and choking out the last of your sobs until he comforted you back into his touch.

But you believed him.

You believed him when he promised you that you’d never have to live without him, that his life wasn’t in any danger, and that he’d move heaven and earth, crawl through hell and tread through high water, just to be by your side.

So you melted back into him when he carried you with him into a nice, warm bath, your worries soaking off of your skin as you rested against his chest, dozing off in the safety of his arms.

You chose the believe that, despite being a Harbinger, the ginger-haired Fatui was perhaps not the worst of his kind.

And as you modeled your brand new dress for Zhongli, a picture perfect, pretty little smile painting your face the entire time as you twirled in the center of the bedroom, admiring how absolutely divine you two looked together as he came to embrace you from behind before the full length mirror, you knew that, no matter what happened, you’d always have someone, god or human, who was going to love and look out for you.

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(Hello! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Honestly when I first met Zhongli in the game and heard him speak my mind just went “daddy 👀 daddy 👀 daddy 👀 daddy 👀” so I sorta couldn’t help myself haha

Anyway, I’m also in the middle of writing for some of the other genshin men— specifically, Thoma, Ayato, and Itto— so please do look forward to those in the future! In the meantime, there’s a rather long Kaeya fic that I posted a little while ago you can check out if you’re interested.

Genshin really has taken over my brain tho like oh my god, so many beautiful and charming characters, I want them all…

On that note, thank you so much for reading again and I hope I’ll see you next time!

Bye~)

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