#morax genshin

[aritsukemo]

I don’t know if your requests are open, but I simply love your writing! May I have a Zhongli/Venti/Xiao Prompt with a reader who’s secretly a god from another world?

Finding out you're secretly a god | Genshin Impact

( @scar8o )

Summary: After your powers are revealed in a heat of the moment decision, you and your partner have a much needed conversation..

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, and Venti

Warnings: Nothing much. Mentions of reader facing discrimination in Xiao's and slight tears towards the end of Xiao's as well.

A/N: AGHHHH this took months to finally write, but I'm glad I finally got the push I needed to finish this! I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope you enjoy this little collection of drabbles I put together! :D

A yellowish-orange shade was cast over Teyvat just like it would any other evening. Nothing had changed; the wind was still blowing, wildlife was as and as wild as ever, and the grass was still the same old greenish tinge.

Well, today, Xiao supposes that something has changed. For the first time in years, there was complete silence between you two. Being the chatterbox that you were, it was never like this since you're always rambling on about whatever popped into your head—whether that'd be how your day went, what you should do tommorow, or even the most trivial things like which colored cloth you should use to wipe off your weapons.

But that particular evening, you didn't utter a word. You simply sat there, knees to your chest as you gazed at the sun slowly setting upon the horizon. It felt odd for Xiao—awkward if he were to be so mundane. At the same time, he had no way of relieving this odd, awkward tension from the air. He had so many question stirring in his head that could at least fill the air with something of substance, and yet, he felt hesitant to voice any of them.

But he has to say something. If he doesn't, he fears that he'll never get his questions answered. So, without looking your way, he asks, "Who..are you really?"

You don't answer immediately and for a moment, Xiao thought you didn't hear him at all. Before he can repeat himself, however, he hears your voice, low and uncharacteristically sullen as you tell him, "Someone who doesn't belong here.."

He doesn't realize it, but upon hearing your response and looking over at you, his eyes softened—and just like the snow he used to munch down to prevent himself from starving to death, his golden hues glistened in the light of the setting sun. He didn't know what to say to that. Or rather, he couldn't think of anything to say that would be comforting to your ears.

That's one the things about you that he's fond of, but is also envious of. You always knew the right thing to say even when he thought you didn't. It's one of his favorite things about you..

"Look, I'm sorry for lying to you for so long.." You said before heaving a long, tired sigh. One that sounded as if you've been holding it for ages, "In my own world, people despised me and this power so much so that they tried everything they could to make my life miserable.."

"Adults, kids, girls, boys, women, and men.. Even when they were more different than the glaxies above, the one thing that was always the same was the way they looked at me.. That deep swirl of hatred in their eyes as they stared at me..like I was some kind of monster.. No matter what I did for them, it never changed," Xiao chooses to ignore the way your voice cracks midway through your sentence—the signal that the glass dam inside you was beginning to crack..

"When I got here, I saw this as my brethren relieving me of that pain..like a fresh start. I was so happy..and so, so scared. I was terrified of the past happening again so I swore to do everything in my power to keep that part of me hidden for as long as I was able.."

At this point, he could see those crystal tears rolling down your face, the translucent trail they left glimmering in the sun's glow. He's never seen them before. You never allowed him to and now, he's grateful that you never did because the sight of you crying made his chest feel heavy and empty, causing it to ache. The sight was painful. It felt wrong associating this feeling with something so..human, but it's the only thing to describe this black hole forming where his heart's supposed to be..

And in attempt to fill that feeling, he finally asks, "Do you think this power of yours will bring harm to the people of Liyue?" You finally glance at him, confusion written all over that tear-stricken face of yours. He merely looks at you with expectancy, so you eventually croak out a small, "No.."

"Do you ever think that you'll try to take over Liyue and force it's people under your thumb?" He threw another question at you, and this time, you answered quickly, blurting out an offended sounding, "Of course not! Do you think I would?"

"No," He answered immediately, "But as the protector of this land, I had to make sure we were on the same page before I said anything else," And he gets up. Your crystalized eyes follow after him, confusion beginning to swirl along with a headache—the result caused by your near-breakdown just now.

"Wha.." You begin, but your voice dies in your throat as he offers you a hand and looks you in the eyes like he would any other day—as if everything was normal.

"You said before that after all of this was over, you'd drag me off somewhere to 'wind down', didn't you? Well, I'm allowing you this once to do so without having any resistance on my end," He clarifies, and that's when it finally clicks in your mind; nothing has changed. The world is still spinning, the once clear, orange sky has turned blue and starry. Xiao is still willing to reach out to you, still willing to stare at you with adoration and love, and be around you. He still sees you as simply Y/n.

And you find yourself brought to tears all over again. Yet this time, it's due to sheer relief instead of anxiety and agony. It's because of the happiness you feel as you reach out your hand and let yourself be helped up like some damsel..

..And it's all becase of Xiao, who's kind enough to see you as something other than a monster. Something lesser than a divine god or goddess, but as simply another person of the land who he should protect.

"So when did you figure it out?" You asked to the man who sat across from you at the table—although to others it seemed as though you were talking to your tea from how your eyes were trained on it the entire time you spoke, pupils following every ripple it made with every slight of your hand.

The man across from you—who you've called many endearments over the years of knowing him—simply hummed at your question, taking the time to grab his own tea cup before answering just as casually, "Some time ago. I've had some theories of my own for a while now, but..outside assistance helped to point me in the right direction."

"So the traveler told you," You stated, your tone leaving no room for him to lie or say otherwise—a silent testament that it was futile to try and deny something you already seen as a fact, but he attempted anyways.

"Not exactly," He said, "It was a slip of the tongue on Paimon's part, a small one at that, I barely noticed it myself." And this time, you hum, closing your eyes as you at last take a sip of your tea—which has long since gotten cold since it arrived at your table.

You take a long, slow sip, as if you were buying time, or maybe, simply trying to collect all the thoughts swirling in your head and condense them in a coherent, civil sentence. Whatever it is, Zhongli allows you that time and patiently waits for you to finally set your cup down again..

"So? What do you plan to do with me now that you know?" The question comes off blunt—slightly threatening to the unintelligent ears, but it doesn't phase Zhongli. After all, he knows that you weren't threatening him, but more rather felt threatened. Similar to a cornered bunny who's only defense weapons are its fluffy, dull nubs.

"Nothing at all," He says, and at last your eyes cross the table to look him in the eyes. He does the same, granting you the same favor.

There's a moment of silence between you two in that moment. You silently demand an answer to his previous answer and the light thrumming of your fingers against the smooth, expensive wood gave away your impatience, your growing anxiety, and most importantly your fear. It's a discomforting sight to see of his usually calm lover, and so, he's quicker to respond to you in hopes of relieving your tension.

"You hold me in such high regard, dear. And while I'm flatter, may I remind you that I'm simply a consultant. I have no power to do anything other than grant you a comfortable resting place to lay your head when you pass," He closes his eyes, breaking eye contact with you to bless you with a small, polite smile, "A question like that would be more fit for the Tianquan, would it not?"

"In my humble opinion, though, I think it best if you didn't stir a pot that has already settled. Going to Lady Ningguang over something she knows nothing about is not needed, don't you agree?"

He opens his eyes again to look at you, only having the luxury to catch the tail end of your reaction to him deciding to sweep this under the rug before your expression smoothens out and a smile eases onto your face and your fingers move to lace around your cup once again..

"I suppose you're right. Forget I said anything then."

"Who knew my windblume could be even more extraordinary than I once thought?" He told you under that massive oak tree—The Symbol of Mondstadt's Hero—after sneaking away with you, who was just praised the entire evening for your heroic deeds.

"You flatter me," You said before letting out a chuckle. Venti chose not to comment on how it sounded drier than how the fruits up in Celestia look, "Really, I don't deserve such praise.."

"On the contrary! You were Mondstadt's savior today! Not to mention mines!" He said cheerily, "If it weren't for you, Mondstadt would've been robbed of this bard's melodious melodies!"

You found yourself huffing at the absurdity of his words before you can stop yourself. Making up for the slip-up with a half-hearted, agreeing hum.

"You're a fool.. Having a dangerous being such as myself leisurely lay on you like this.." You whisper into his thigh as you turn on your side, your voice muffling due to half of your face being smothered by the puff of his shorts. Your comment was heard nonetheless and earned a chuckle from the bard.

"Love makes one do foolish things," He simply replies, before you feel something cold and smooth against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open and out of the corner of your eyes you see the familar red hue that you would only see plastered on one of the delicious treats the Cuihua Trees so graciously gift Teyvat.

You take the apple from his grasp, once again laying flat on your back as you hold the apple above you as if to tantalize yourself.

"I'm serious. You shouldn't be this nice to me anymore, Barbatos," Another slip of the tongue—one promptly ignored and immediately pushed to back of both of your minds, "I'm nothing but a weapon of destruction."

"That you may have been in the past, but as of now, you're simply a bartender at Angel's Share who's fallen head over heels for a skillful bard; me," He replies after swallowing the chewed, sweet chunks in his mouth that came from his apple—which has already been half-eaten at this point.

And you find yourself huffing again. This time at the realization that he was right—at least the part about being hopelessly in love with him anyways..

"You had a long day, so why not you rest after you eat? I'll strum you a gentle tune that'll carry you away to pleasant dreams, ehehe~!" He suddenly suggest—an obvious attempt at deading the conversation where it stands before you say something too depressing to brush off easily. You pretend to not notice, deciding to accept your defeat for now, as you nod, finally bringing the apple down to your lips and taking a bite, being careful to chew the bite thoroughly before swallowing..

"That sounds nice.. Maybe resting my eyes wouldn't be so bad."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[licensedfool]

favorite dynamic is big guy gets big comfort from little guy

[your-local-hoemie]

HELLO 🐢ANON BACK AGAIN WITH ZHONGLU BRAINROT THUS TIME YIPEE

Okayokay so imagine like immortal!reader who went into like a deep sleep/coma after the archon war to like recover and everything. So after zhongli retired (i forgot how many yrs after the archon war) reader finally wakes up and gets so confused coz their lover morax is dead?? But reader recognizes him (hes standing right infront of them) so theyre even more confused now and why is his name zhongli?? Either way reader jumps into his arms and hugs him and asks him what happened and everything so theyre reunited and happy now 🥰 and zhongli almost comung to tears coz hes so happy that readers alive 😞😞 all this time he thought they were dead T-T and they kinda live as retired gods in liyue enjoying their "mortal" life together ughhh so cute like an old married couple

OH MY GOD YES IM SCREAMING, CRYING, GIGGLING, KICKING AND ALL OF THE RESTVDHFJFJDJFJFKIFIG!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏

Watch me get too carried away with the angst because I love putting myself through pain.

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, Zhongli being a simp, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Zhongli.

It had been a long, grueling battle.

You had fought tirelessly next to your lover, Zhongli. Throughout the day, the entirety of the war.

He often spoke about his displeasure in you doing so but the thought of him possibly getting hurt, or worse, terrified you.

So after your complete disregard for your own safety. You finally struck down the last of the enemies as the war slowly came to an end, only to notice how badly injured you were.

Once Morax came across your broken and bloodied body, he swears it’s the closest he’s ever come to breaking.

Even after all the lives he’s had to take, the blood spilled in his name.

You were the one thing he couldn’t handle losing after this long, gruesome nightmare.

After he carried you back to the safety of your small, hidden cottage where you would both spend your time drinking tea and talking about your future together in Liyue before the war started, he tentatively cared for your wounds and watched over you every chance he could.

He obviously knew that you were immortal. he also knew that occasionally, if you were hurt or sick, you'd fall into a regenerative sleep.

So when you remained unconscious for a few weeks, he wasn't worried. After all, a few weeks in his eternity meant nothing. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you beyond words.

After weeks turned into months and months turned into years, his hope of ever seeing your soft gaze soon vanished as his time was becoming more and more occupied with rebuilding the land he once ruled over with you by his side.

When the last wall was built for the last house for the now growing population of Liyue, he had to make the decision to move on.

So with one last visit to the cottage, now hidden away even more by overgrown shrubbery, he placed what he thought would be his final kiss on your cheek along with soft begs of forgiveness and apologies, he finally mustered up the strength to walk out the worn down door one last time.

Now, many, many years later, hidden away in that same cottage now completely overgrown and reclaimed by the wilderness, you finally forced your eyelids to open and take in the almost blinding rays of sunlight streaming in from the cracks in the walls as vines hung down and gently caressed your skin.

Slowly sitting up, you took in the scene around you. This was definitely not how you remembered your home looking.

How long had you been asleep? Where was your beloved? What if he was still on the battlefield? All of these thoughts rushed through your mind as you forced your stiff bones to support your weight as you stood up faster than what you should of.

Now fully conscious, not to mention disorientated, you ran out of the small abode to scan the area for any signs of Morax only to find something that confused you even more.

Nothing. You found nothing of the chaos and bloodshed that you remembered so vividly, only the soft touch of grass beneath your feet and the cool summer breeze caressing your skin.

Turning around in a daze, you examine your once cozy and welcoming home only to find it now crumbling and overgrown with plants and wildlife

If this had been any other time you would have found the scene to be enchanting, but as the realization of how long you had been asleep slowly started to hit you, you couldn't help but feel your heart start to race with anxiety and questions.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your thoughts as best as you could and decided to go to the closest village you remembered.

Needless to say, after walking for around 40 minutes, you were more than a little shocked to see the village now being a very large and very populated city.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Looking around with a confused expression you locked eye's with what appeared to be a guard of some sort.

"Y-yes um, would you mind telling me where I am?"

"Liyue harbor of course! Home of the great Geo Archon and Teyvats largest trading supply lines!"

Hearing the formal title of your seemingly lost lover you couldn't help but pry the poor soul from your confused questioning.

"Geo Archon? Morax? Would you know where I could find him? we know each other and-"

"I'm sorry, you must be new here. Morax was killed not too long ago…”

After hearing those words leave his mouth your mind suddenly went blank.

Not only had you been asleep for what seemed like centuries but now you’ve just found out that the love of your life, Your other half had not only died but was also murdered.

Not saying anything else, you took your leave and started walking aimlessly through the city streets that now felt even more foreign that what they did before.

You did your best to try and take in your new surroundings and find out just how long you had been unconscious for but the looming grief that wrecked your heart just seemed to get worse with every mention of Morax.

After spending a few hours aimlessly walking around the harbour you decided that all you needed right now was to process your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you say yourself down on a wall that overlooked what seemed to be the centre of a market place that was now silent of any busy citizens as the moon rose up above the horizon highlighting the buildings with a soft glow.

The only signs of life left now were a handful of fishermen packing up their boats for the night and a small tea house that overlooked the street leading ti the harbour that was occupied by two sails men that were selling fish at the dock earlier and-

You feel your heart stop in your chest as you lean forward to take in the silhouette of a tall man with posture matching that of a plank of wood and a very familiar looking rat tail.

There’s no way. It’s impossible. You just found out he died in front of all of Liyue harbour’s citizens just months earlier.

You were so convinced that it was just the grief making your mind go fuzzy that you got up and decided to walk and find a place when you heard him speak.

“Ah, yes. This tea is superb as always”

You swear you dug your heels so hard into the ground that it left a mark in the stone beneath you.

“Morax..?”

The man froze solid in place at hearing his old name come from such a familiar voice that he could of sworn it was just his ears playing tricks on him.

Hesitating for a moment, you took a step closer to him as his deep golden eyes widened at the sight of you now draped in the soft glow from the tea house.

“Y/N…? It can’t be”

Through your vision that’s now blurred with tears you could see him stand up before slowly walking down the steps towards your figure before speaking words that could barley be heard over the gentle breeze.

“It really is… Celestia it really is you!”

Without a second thought, you ran up to him and the your arms around his waist before sobbing into his chest (heh breakdown boobies)

Not saying another word he kneeled on the ground holding your shaking body in his strong arms, not even bothering to hold back the tears running down his cheeks.

“I.. I thought you were dead! Everyone told me you were killed and I-”

“As did I, my love. I thought I lost you many centuries ago and that I lost the blessing of seeing your smile once more”

You both stayed like that for a while longer as he held you close to his chest as physically possible, almost as if he feared that the second he let you go, you’d disappear again.

When you both recovered from the shock of finding each other after believing you’d lost the other one for eternity, “Morax” took you to a quiet place away from the city and explained everything that had happened since you fell asleep all those centuries ago and how he’s retired from being an archon to simply live as “Zhongli”

“I can’t believe you still remember me after all that time”

“How could I forget, love? Every second I spent without feeling your hand in mine was far worse than any tragedy I’ve bore in my lifetime”

“I suppose I’ll have to get used to calling you zhongli now, huh?”

You both let out a soft laugh while Zhongli wrapped you tightly in his embrace.

Times might be very different to what they were but you have all the time in the world to adjust, and you can rest assured that the love of your life won’t leave your side ever again for the rest of eternity.

“I love you, Morax”

“Forever and always, my dear~”

AAAAHAJDLEIDODODEDJDIR WHY DID I ALMOST CRY WRITING THIS HNGGGGGGGFGG IT’S SO BAD

My creative juices became a waterfall and then a whole ass tsunami. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed staying up until literally 5am to write about my boys T-T

[archerdepartures116]

Idc if Morax doesn't smile HE WILL SMILE

father and son <3

[xioterep-art]

Hello! First time writing and posting a fanfic! Hope y'all like it! Got the idea from the playlist below:

pov: you're his mafia assistant; possesive zhong li

Mafia Boss Zhongli x Assistant reader AU

Trigger warning: blood, gunshots, guns, violence, cursing, fights. (fluff at the end? I don't know how to call it but Zhongli is a green flag for sure ;))

Disclaimer: The art is not mine, the artist is on Twitter under the username @KinoWong1

It was your third year, working as a mafia leader's assistant. You had to take care of his schedule and organize his meetings. Although this was pretty exhausting, looking at his handsome yet cold face was enough to lift your tiredness. Who doesn't appreciate beauty?

As you were sitting at your assigned desk, you were working on a rapport its due was today. Taking a pause, you leaned back in your chair and glanced out the window, completely zoning out. Your boss, Zhongli, was hard to read. His face remained constantly unfazed and calm, making it challenging to guess his thoughts. Yet, it was this air of mystery that added to his attractiveness. But you must admit, that man was a true gentleman.

Lost in thoughts, a sudden loud bang was heard outside, which made you stand up, frightened. By accepting this job, you were aware that you might lose your life in a mafia fight, be kidnapped, or way worse, be sacrificed.

Inhaling deeply to steady your nerves, distant shouts and gunfire from the first floor seeped into your ears. Surprisingly, you swiftly regained your composure, reaching for the small gun concealed under the desk, it was a first-day gift from Mister Zhongli. Aware of his absence, you dashed towards his office, seeking refuge.

As soon as you hid behind his desk, the door flew open, and four armed men entered. Trembling uncontrollably, your hands shook, breaths coming in ragged gasps, fear palpable in the pit of your stomach.

Frantically grabbing your phone, which had been left on silent. With trembling hands, you start writing a message to your boss, warning him about the situation.

from you to Mister Zhongli

"Greetings Mister Zhongli, the building is under attack, please do not come here. They already reached your office."

For a moment, a loud sound was heard in the entire office... Your eyes were wide open as you watched your phone drop onto the floor. Panic surged; "I'm done for," flashed through your mind. A sharp pain seared through your scalp as one of the men yanked you backward while another reached out to your phone, a small groan escaped your throat,

"She contacted him! Kill her," the man holding the phone barked, fixing a menacing glare on you.

Tears welling in your eyes, you seized the small gun with both hands, catching them off guard, and aimed at the man clutching your hair. With a determined yet shaky hand, you fired at the man's leg, the sudden burst of gunfire echoing through the chaos.

A high-pitched ringing filled your ears, drowning out the man's agonized screams as he released your hair. Your legs quivered beneath you, barely able to support your weight. Instinct took over as you aimed the gun at the three remaining men, your voice firm with a tremor of fear, "Don't move, or I will shoot," you warned, trying to mask the trembling in your voice.

To your dismay, two of them erupted into laughter, while the third sneered mockingly, "How adorable. Let's bring her along, she's got to be his assistant," he commanded the others.

Before you could react, one of them moved with lightning speed, stealthily snatching the gun from your grasp. Panic surged as a hand clamped around your throat, cutting off your breath, the world spinning in a whirlwind of fear and desperation.

As your vision blurred and darkness threatened to engulf you, another loud bang reverberated nearby. Suddenly, the constricting pressure around your throat is released, allowing air to rush back into your lungs. Strong arms encircled your waist, steadying you.

"Take slow breaths, don't panic," a soothing voice murmured near your ear, instantly calming your frayed nerves. A familiar and comforting scent enveloped you, jolting you awake. "Boss!" you blurted out, but before you could say more, the man holding you hushed you with a gentle gesture.

"Shh, not now," the voice interrupted, firm yet reassuring, preventing you from continuing.

Looking around, you noticed the bodies of the men lying on the floor. He'd already dealt with them? The realization struck you with surprise and disbelief. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you looked up at him, trying to comprehend the situation.

To your astonishment, he smiled—a rare sight that momentarily erased the recent chaos. "Am I that handsome?" he joked, catching you off guard. "Are you truly Mister Zhongli?" you asked, your tone serious, considering his usual demeanor that seldom allowed for such warmth.

His laughter filled the room, and in your flustered state, you pulled away from his hold, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you, Boss," you managed, bowing slightly to convey your gratitude.

"Clear the area and dispose of these bodies," Mister Zhongli commanded his men before turning his gaze back to you. "May I hold you?" he asked softly, his expression gentle. You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard, but before you could respond, you found yourself enveloped in a hug from your boss.

"I may not be an expressive man but one thing is sure, you are dear to me, milady," Caught off guard by his sudden display of vulnerability and protectiveness, your breath hitched as he whispered, rendering you speechless. "I was careless and because of me, your beautiful neck got to taste the consequences of my carelessness," His hand traced the red marks on your neck. His intense gaze made your heart race with both fear and an unexpected flutter of something else. You gulped, not expecting such a turn, your heartbeat fastening from the sudden proximity.

"I vow to protect you, mi amor, I vow to kill anyone that touches you," he declared in a low, dangerous tone, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination. "No one will harm you again. I want you to be touched by me and only me..." His lips brushed against your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please mi corazón, be mine," he pleaded, his forehead resting against yours, his touch tender yet his gaze unwaveringly intense.

You sighed, feeling torn between the complexities of the situation and your unexpected emotions. Who were you to deny such a passionate declaration, regardless of his occupation and the risks involved? His intensity and the depth of his feelings left you conflicted. Maybe, just maybe, you were willing to embrace this new, complicated reality, consequences be damned.

[yumenosakiacademy]

“We think of human life as like a lantern that’s lit one minute and extinguished the next, but are we adepti so different?”

[apollodarling-writes]

how i think liyue men would kiss you and where :

zhongli loves to kiss you on the cheek. he often does it in passing or when you’re in public, swiftly brushing his lips against the meat of your cheek, lingering for a moment longer than is socially acceptable. in the privacy of your own home, he enjoys trailing his lips along your collarbone and the curve of your throat, humming as your scent surrounds him. zhongli will often scent you as he does this, instincts getting the better of him as he gently bites down on the apex of your shoulder. he’s sure to press a kiss to ease the pain though.

tartaglia likes to kiss you on your lips and neck. he often does it to fluster you, heatedly molding his lips to yours, taking his time to kiss down your jaw until his lips have brushed along the base of your throat, but pulls away the moment you scramble for more. he loves the way the apples of your cheeks redden and seeing you pout when he refuses to give you any more. when he doesn’t aim to tease you, he like to take his time, spilling each unspoken act of love into the shared kiss. gentle and tender, with adoration and desperation seeping into the way he kisses you, it’s no wonder that this is his favorite way to kiss you.

xiao’s favorite place to kiss you is on the corners of your lips. it all started when the two of you initially were going to have your first kiss, xiao chickening out and evading your kiss. he found that he quite liked the act and kisses you on the corners of your lips to preserve that memory. xiao very gentle and hesitant, but there’s something extremely sweet about how he cradles your cheek in his palm and shyly kisses you. afterward, he’ll pull you into his chest to try to calm his beating heart, and presses a breathy kiss to the top of your head with a giddy smile.

kazuha likes to kiss your lips and then just above your heart. “this is where your love for me resides.”, he’ll say before his lips brush against your flesh. his lips will linger for a few moments too long, then press his ear to your chest and listen to the racing of your heart. kazuha likes to rest his hands on your hips and tap his index finger with each pump of your heart and quietly hum in content. the two of you often fall asleep like this, kazuha to your heart, and you to the comfort and warmth that the man brings.

[artykrisofficial]

MORAX!!! didn't go to school lots this week <3 had to catch up on my work but it was easy! just some globalization stuff, and unit exam study not much changed with mister geo man, just a few specks here and there AND i'm a firm believer this man had golden blood!! so his blush is golden!! he gets cut? gold!

[justrandomgrill]

Fellas, is it weird to fall in love with a ghost who is haunting your house?

Commission status is in my pinned post!

[appllelisa]

hey so like I never advertised it but it'd be cool if you read my fic about Scaramouche having religious issues. thanks...

[localplaguenurse]

Ginkgo Trees Masterlist

Every day I am more baffled but proud of how popular this fic has gotten, to the point we have AUs and separate side stories and even a couple retcons (mainly in regards to the kids). As such, and because ginkgo trees itself holds such a special place in my heart, it gets its own masterlist.

ALSO; if you notice something missing, chances are I didn’t feel like it was big enough to specifically link. I’m mostly linking the fics, longer headcanon lists, as well as any super important info such as the family tree or other details. I don’t think I can link every individual ask, I’m not that patient and I’m pretty sure tumblr has a limit to how many links I can add to a text post.

I'm ware this doesn't look super pretty, I might make it more aesthetic in the next couple days.

Ginkgo Trees and various tags

As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees: Morax/Reader slowburn fic set during the Archon War, where reader (or Wifey as we call them) is arranged to marry Morax in exchange for protection of their village and monastery. Rated mature because there’s smut near the end as well as swearing, but the fic is generally pg-13. I suggest reading this first before proceeding because the rest will a) spoil the fic and b) not make much sense without context.

#as gold as the ginkgo trees: I mean. Self explanatory. Anything ginkgo trees related gets this tag slapped on.

#swap wifey au: AU where instead of Morax being Geo Archon, Wifey is Dendro Archon.

#museum au: Also known as the modern AU, or Ivy humiliating the ginkgo family over and over again.

#plague fanart: This is more a general tag. Any fanart I get is tagged as plague fanart, but most of it is art for ginkgo trees. 

Wifey has a secret admirer

Sitting on the Morax statue’s lap

Wifey sees their past self due to leylines, and Wifey sees past Morax due to leylines (pt 2)

Wifey and Morax get into an argument

The Ginkgo Family Tree

Wifey’s following and their role as Regina Sanguine and also when a following gets out of line

Feng injuring and then losing his leg

Feng sees something he shouldn’t have (thanks Crys)

Morax being warm blooded

Beta’s twins headcanons (they are canon for she has yoinked them)

Which parents the kids are closest to

Abyss AU

#abyss wifey au: For the AU where Wifey falls into and eventually emerges from the Abyss. I should probably get around to writing that or drawing it…

Wifey falling into the Abyss

Wifey coping with Abyss trauma: dissociative amnesia 1, dissociative amnesia 2, bloodlust, children,

[licensedfool]

gently now

[amarisrosalette]

Archons x WoF x Warrior Cats Concepts

update: so finals are nearing and apparently my sanity has been dragging down recently so i thought combining my hyperfixations into an au is how i cope /hj

(i actually drew this during finals, now its been sitting on my drafts for god knows how long)

so i began thinking of two separate crossover aus where the archons, specifically my comforts barbatos and morax, would look like in the following book series: Wings of Fire and Warrior Cats

so for the people who don't know both of these books series are fantasy novels surrounding dragons and cats, respectively

and because i haven't told you guys that i love dragons and cats now is the best time that i reveal it

so i present to you guys:

Character Concepts of Barbatos and Morax as dragons in Wings Of Fire style!! (FYI i plan to separate this au from WoF because i too am not very happy with the canon lore and i overall just don't rlly vibe with it and WC is just. kinda sitting there. no real plot or plan purpose. just did that for fun.)

these were the concepts i did while i was experimenting around krita and whatnots, so let's start with old gods as dragons shall we?

Wings of Fire (+ closer zoom-ins, ignore the doodles, i'm a little insane i know but hey this is tumblr)

okay so just allow me to lore dump for a while, I'll also talk about the other archons who aren't featured here because I'm still thinking of concepts for them

starting with Barbatos, fellow WoF people might not recognize his species but he is an AvianWing, which are the basically bird-like dragons that i created in my au

they're very fast and agile creatures, they are known to hunt in packs like raptors and make efficient yet deadly hunters. they have sickle claws on their hindlegs and are known for their famous "songs" which are long melodious, almost song-like, calls that they use for various things such as communication, mating, echolocation, and more.

although not known for brute strength, venti doesn't let that stop him. where he lacks for brute strength and size he makes up for his speed in his slim body, force, powerful beak, and talons made up of strong muscles for pulling and slashing.

while he isn't a fan of hostility and fighting, he is much stronger, older, and wiser than he looks. he may act youthfully and even a bit silly, but this doesn't come from a place of naivety but rather a wish to enjoy life as it passes.

he is a well-known dragon around his kingdom, although he isn't a ruler, he laid the foundations of the reforms of his kingdom but refuses to take fame for himself, instead giving it to his older twin brother, Himmel (who is nameless bard and is alive in this au)

he and his brother are, of course, traveling bards, who'd like to perform on the streets or look after dragonets in the villages when their mothers weren't around.

many dragonets know and love him and Himmel, and they see them as elder brothers they like to snuggle with to hear their wonderful stories and beautiful songs.

he's kind and well-loved around his kingdom, and even established good relations with the current ruler.

cunning and swift, he has heightened senses for successful hunting. common in all AvianWings, they are known to possess a keener eye than most dragons for spotting small prey from above ground.

with that said, the look of underestimation on some dragons' faces does not go unnoticed by him.

but it doesn't matter, he could use it to his advantage anyway, so he plays along.

it wasn't until he unexpectedly turned the tables, making them face the hidden strength that he was provoked into protecting his loved ones in the distant past...

but that was all but a memory now, as he cuddled up eager dragonets with his wings chirruping and squawking when they wanted to hear his song. those wide pairs of eyes were hard to resist, even for a bard like him.

his elder brother settles them near and gently shushes them to behave before they begin, which they so obediently follow.

he chuckles, and so he sings with his voice, of tales gone by from the past, carefully woven into a meaning that one day, he hopes, the future dragonets will understand.

lore dump aside, i genuinely created the avianwings because i wanted to accommodate the WoF universe for venti and mondstadt because i thought that the bird and freedom motifs would suit him really well + the stigma of not looking strong at a glance but can shock you when you're not looking carefully. idk guys i think the birds are venti's spirit animal yk :)

next is Morax. i haven't quite thought of his lore yet, so let me go over the concepts i thought while drawing of him.

one day, i had a question in my head of a "what-if" scenario of what would morax's exuvia look like if he was in a different style of a dragon, specifically the western dragon and in WoF style, aside from the traditional lung.

now this isn't meant to be a cultural erasure, as i know the lung dragon is an important figure in Chinese mythology and formed an integral part of zhongli's character in genshin, however, i just wanted to entertain a new idea, and so i experimented with a new style of his dragon form (more specifically the European dragon style of WoF).

this isn't to say that his exuvia form looks bad or ugly, this is only a curious experiment or retelling of him in a new light.

anyway in the au i'm thinking like he's some sort of a skywing general or warrior bc the whole mountain dragon thing going on for the skywings seems really fitting for him

he's a very strong guy, well-spoken past his prime age but he still stands a formidable warrior

he's an experienced general who was trained vigorously from a very young age, and he rose to his ranks and became a famed and well-respected warrior

he also carries one of the most rarest genetic traits called metallic scales, and they reflect the sun's golden sheen under the light which earned him the title "Warrior of the Sun"

hes just a big scary dragon that looks intimidating but actually has a soft heart inside like canon morax, he may or may not have retired from his position but this was him during his prime (?)

dragon zhongli (not morax) is just a grandpa now bc i say so. hehehe

also skywings in my au are much different from their canon counterparts, they're much taller, stronger, and have more color diversity than just red or orange, and their tribe personality is different than just being thin, grumpy, or violent

(and yes all of the tribes in my au are more sensible and less arrogant than canon)

and uhm. dont mind the third doodle. i just went a little crazy if venti was a tiny bit messed up as a dragon)

moraxs dragon form and the whole metallic scales thing was heavily inspired by an artist called @sarcosse.7 on instagram. they don’t have a tumblr but their art is amazing! if you want to you can go and check them out!! they’re really good at writing and their oc lore is interesting.

next is warrior cats (and no im not beating the weird kid allegations, i genuinely cannot contain the silliness anymore, i love cats smmmmm)

and YES DONT MIND ME I TOYED AROUND ABOUT CATS WITH HAIR. it looks cool okay don't judge me /hj (my designs my rules, i am defying the laws of logic)

on the second-third drawing, i tried to experiment with a new brush with the disney-esque feel with fluid motions (like the waving motion of his)

ANYHOWWWW. i just pictured venti as a silly mischievous lil cat. think he might be a windchill warrior or rogue or something idk. but i was thinking about how the genshin nations would look like if they were in warrior cats clans.

also cats with braids r cool

i don’t have anything else to say in here other than KITTIES

ppl i wanna call just in case: @cinnabell2 @lanternlightss @ventisslut @probably-haven

[archerdepartures116]

crack

i think they'd be so funny

[ririmin]

[yumenosakiacademy]

“When Streetward Rambler and I arrived at the scene at long last, all that remained among the ruins... was her lifeless body.”