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aastarions · 3 years ago

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relaxation || shinmon benimaru

Benimaru’s favorite way to relax is in the onsen, with you, where the citizens of Asakusa can’t see you, but they can certainly hear you.

Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Semi-Public, Creampie, Pretty Soft ngl, Use of “Good Girl”

Word Count: 2.2k+

A/N: So this little fic is almost a year in the making, I actually checked my original document and yeah I can’t believe it took me this long to sit down and write it! Anyways, woo first fic on the new blog!! Little nervous about it but I hope people enjoy, please let me know what you think! 💙

Being one of, if not, the strongest pyrokinetic in the region doesn’t allow much time to oneself, let alone time to actually unwind. Shinmon Benimaru knows this very well – as the face of Asakusa, the townspeople rely on him to bring them to rest if they happen to turn into an Infernal. This responsibility, for the most part, warrants him very few moments of relaxation.

In those few moments he does receive, Benimaru finds solace in the local onsen. He allows the hot water to lap at his overused muscles, the glimmering evening stars lulling him half-asleep until Konro dutifully shows up to fetch him before his skin prunes. If he arrives in the early afternoon instead, he’s usually kept awake through idle chatter with some of the elderly residents

That is, until you moved into the small, quaint village and wrapped the Captain of the 7th around your delicate finger.

How could he not grow enamored with you when you’ve shown him nothing but complete and utter compassion, entirely understanding of his high position and duty. Never once have you uttered a word of disappointment when he can’t return home at the time he’d promised, instead opting to praise the man for his everlasting dedication. His lack of attentiveness didn’t sit well in his heart, though, and that’s how you started to accompany him on his trips to the onsen.

Today is no different – your attention is quickly drawn to your boyfriend when he calls out your name, followed by, “I’m heading to the bath house if you’d like to join me.”

“Of course!” You reach for his outstretched palm, catching a quick glimpse of the faint smile that falls upon his lips. As your smaller hand presses to his, he lifts you off of the ground with ease and immediately into his strong embrace.

Benimaru’s lips press to your forehead before he begins sauntering off towards the entrance of headquarters, “Let’s go.”

The one thing you always found yourself silently thankful for was the way the onsen seemed to always be vacant when the two of you would arrive. Although he held no qualms about being exposed, you never truly felt comfortable having only mere acquaintances see you in such an intimate way. Thankfully it’s not a concern when the people of Asakusa practically beg their leader to have the hot springs for himself the moment their eyes land upon you.

You disrobe in the long, narrow wooden hut that acts as a barrier between the bustling village streets and the baths, placing your clothes in a neat pile among one of the lockers. With a fresh fluffy towel wrapped taut around your frame, you meet with Benimaru who’s wasted no time in dipping his nude figure into the hot water.

His back is to you, eyes facing towards the beautiful mountainscapes that envelope the village. As much as that view alone is one you never grow tired of seeing, you’re way too busy admiring the defined muscles of your boyfriend’s upper back and arms. Especially the way they move when he lays said arms across the white tiled lining of the onsen.

“Are you going to stand there all day or join me already?” Benimaru turns his head just enough to sneak a glance at your bashful expression before returning to the view ahead of him with an amused, lopsided smirk.

The sound of your towel collapsing onto the nearest set of stones isn’t missed by the pyrokinetic, nor is your presence as you slowly dip your feet into the steamy bath. You deliberately stand close to his side, stepping over his bicep and allowing Benimaru to get a face full of your plush ass as you begin to submerge yourself. Though you’re quickly stopped by a pair of strong arms rising from the ledge and grabbing at your naked frame.

Although the people of Asakusa do believe that he deserves his own private time in the bath house, it’s not the main reason they abscond the moment the two of you arrive now. Under strict orders passed down from the Captain himself to his right-hand man, Konro, to the citizens – nobody is to enter the onsen as long as you’re occupying it.

Shinmon Benimaru is not a man who enjoys showing off – he doesn’t want any of the other men to see you in a way that is reserved for him, and only him.

That way is your perfectly shaped body perched in his lap, breasts half-submerged in the soothing water while your ass presses against his quickly hardening cock. Your legs dangle over his strong thighs, keeping you spread apart well enough that he can teasingly ghost two fingers against the soft mound of your pretty little cunt.

“So, what did you do today?” Benimaru asks as though he’s making light conversation over a formal dinner and not lazily rolling his thumb over the hard bud of your clit.

“Is now really the time to be asking me that–!”

Your words get caught in your throat when he pinches at the highly sensitive bud, humming to himself as though he’s in deep thought, “I think now’s a good time as any.”

While his one hand continues to explore your sex, spreading you apart so he can run his middle finger between your folds, the other slides up and grabs at one of your supple breasts. You can feel his smug grin against the crook of your neck when he toys with your nipple, pulling it taut between his index and thumb.

“I’m waiting.” He muses, “Tell me about your day.”

“I, uh, shit– I did some laundry...then I got started on some of your late paperwork–!”

“Those Empire dogs can go to hell,” Benimaru suddenly, and casually, slides one of his long, thick fingers inside of you while biting back a myriad of insults towards said Empire, “they want everything in writing, like I have the time.”

It’s growing difficult for you to focus on what he’s saying when he starts curling his digit and brushing his fingertip against your g-spot, stars already beginning to cloud your line of sight. That, mixed with the hot springs licking at your skin, your body feels as though it’s going to melt under his ministrations.

“Can we please talk about this later?” You manage to beg through heavy pants and groans, your hips instinctually bucking into his touch underneath the water.

He’s quick with his response, “Would you rather talk about how well this greedy cunt is taking my finger?”

“Beni–!”

“Or maybe we can talk about how soft these tits of yours are.” To emphasize his point, he swaps from toying with your nipple to kneading at the entire plush of your breast, allowing your cleavage to spill between the cracks of his fingers.

At the same time, he slides a second digit past your slick walls, stretching you out even further in what you hope is preparation for his cock. Any witty remarks or playful comebacks die on your tongue when he bares his teeth and gathers the damp skin of your neck between his lips, eagerly anticipating the bruise that’ll form in his wake.

“Beni…” His name falls from your pouty lips in a much different tone than before, breathless as you reach behind you with one arm and dig your fingernails into tufts of long, dark locks.

“What is it?” He asks with an amused lilt, driving his fingers even deeper inside of you, curling them in a quick beckoning motion to push right into your most sensitive spots.

You release a short series of soft moans, thrashing your head against his defined chest before finally pleading “more–!”

Much to your despair, as evident by the sob that claws at your throat and tumbles out, Benimaru pulls his fingers out of you and releases his bruising grip on your breast. You don’t get a chance to speak before he’s grabbing at your waist, using the gravity of the water to twist you around with ease.

His half-lidded eyes pierce into yours as you’re seated back on his lap, the head of his heavy cock tapping at your lower abdomen. A squeal is ripped from your throat when he reaches up and captures your lips in a rough kiss, urging your body to follow him as he leans right back down against the stone walls of the hot springs.

Your pebbled nipples press into his chest, two pairs of hands frantically touching the other as though neither of you can get enough. It’s not often you witness such a frantic, needy Benimaru, but you relish in the onslaught of attention nonetheless.

“Please…” The word spills from your mouth into his in a quiet whimper, “Want you so bad.”

That’s all it takes, those few words of desperation for him to align his cock to your entrance underneath the soothing waters, pressing the thick head inside at a tantalizingly slow pace. You take him in inch by inch, gasping and groaning at the tight fit. Though the water provides difficult resistance, it’s not long before you’re flush with his thighs, his cock seated inside of you to the hilt.

Benimaru lets out a low groan at your tight walls clamping around his shaft, digging crescent marks into the swell of your ass with his blunt fingernails. With his harsh grip he sets a leisurely pace, lifting you up and down on his thick cock as the water splashes around your warm figures.

“Feels so good…” You gasp out, fingers seeking purchase by curling around his strong shoulders, “Harder, Beni, fuck me harder.”

“Greedy,” He grunts, but obliges to your plea, slamming you down onto his length over and over and over again. The veins in his arms protrude from overexertion, fighting against the gravity of the water to fuck you with reckless abandon, but he manages to succeed.

In return, his consolation is getting to listen to your pretty cries ring out for the nearby citizens to overhear – for them to listen to his name tumble from your lips as he drives his cock in and out of your tight cunt.

Although Benimaru may not want anyone to see you in such a debauched state, it doesn’t mean he cares if they hear you. In fact, he revels in it, increasing your pitch by taking one of your wet, pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucking hard at the raised bud.

He’s no stranger to the fleeting looks some of the citizens give you as you gracefully walk past them, some are shameless enough to do it while your fingers are interlocked with his. Benimaru finds it only fair that he reminds them of who your heart lies loyal with, who holds you close into the late hours of the morning every chance he gets, prepares you a warm breakfast – who allowed you to worm your way into his own beating heart.

“I’m getting close, need more,” You whimper, snapping him out of his haze and feeling his lips detach from your breast with an audible pop.

Knowing exactly what you’re insinuating, he slides one of his hands between your bodies, setting a quick and brutal pace as he rubs tight circles against your clit. The calloused pads of his fingers provide the perfect amount of friction to send you closer and closer to the edge, the final nail in the coffin being his next few words.

“Come on, baby,” He grunts out one of his rare nicknames for you, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

His name rolls off your tongue like a mantra when your orgasm finally strikes, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you tremble in his tight embrace. The feeling of your tight walls constricting around his cock triggers his own release, pumping load after load into your willing cunt – eyebrows knitting together at the way you’re milking him for every last drop.

“Tired?” Benimaru eventually manages to ask once you’ve both come down from your highs, letting his fingers gently trace along your skin when you crash the side of your head onto his chest. You adjust yourself in his lap, slinging both legs over the side of his own for optimal comfort.

Nodding, you let out a small yawn, “Yeah, could fall asleep right here…”

“Doesn’t our bed sound better?” He hums, pressing a feather-light kiss to the crown of your head, “I have a sack of mochi from the old lady down the road, too, given Hikage and Hinata haven’t eaten it all yet–”

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?! Let’s go!” You’re up and out of the onsen in a flash, rushing to the changing room with your towel barely wrapped around your figure.

It’s not long before you’re both clothed once more and within the comfort of your home, happily munching on the few pieces of mochi the twins had, as they claimed, generously left for you. All while wrapped in your boyfriend’s strong arms as he argues with Konro over this year’s upcoming calendar fundraiser.

The late evening flies by before either of you know it and Benimaru finds himself in a rare state of content as he watches you quickly slip into a deep slumber. While his favorite way to unwind is letting his body be submerged in the Asakusa hot springs, his other favorite form of relaxation is falling asleep with you in his arms, drowning out the world for as long as he can to remain entangled in your warm, loving embrace.

#benimaru x reader #shinmon benimaru x reader #ens x reader #shinmon benimaru smut #ens smut #fire force x reader #n.writings

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sokkagatekeeper · 3 years ago

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“you must love him a great deal,” ty lee whispers and it echoes in the haunting empty of their shared cell.

“what do you mean?”

“you’re afraid of azula, yet you betrayed her so he could escape,” ty lee says, not whispering but still very quiet and plain. not at all like her usual tone. “so you must love him a great deal.”

@maileeweek2022 day 1: the boiling rock.

#mailee #maileeweek2022 #mai #ty lee #i wrote this like months ago i dont even remember what the point of it was. but i do remember it was very good #n #*#n.writing

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milesgonzalomorales · 5 years ago

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fic preview 2

i’m too excited to contain this so here’s another bit of my fwip

Dipper was just starting to drift off when the phone rings. He groans from under his covers. “Mabel, you up?” When he gets no response, he sighs and swings his legs over the bed. The phone continues ringing, and Dipper can just make out the time on his alarm clock. 3:33 am. Who could it be at this hour? “

“How’s my favourite great-nephew doing?” Stan’s voice blares from the phone.

Dipper glances at his alarm clock. “Uh, Grunkle Stan, it’s 3 am. Shouldn’t you be sleeping? Also, I thought you didn’t like using the phone because you were afraid the feds were listening.”

“They were listening, hell, they could be listening right now!” Stan laughs, but his voice sounds strained. “Anyway put your sister on the line.” Never a heavy sleeper, Mabel rubs her eyes. “Who is it?” she whispers.

“Grunkle Stan,” Dipper mouths, as he hands the phone to her.

#gravity falls #grunkle stan #mabel pines #dipper pines #n.writes #i have never loved smth as much as this

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bapakharyoso · 5 years ago

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made-from-galaxies · 5 years ago

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Corrections official was found dead in her home

Posted Aug 11, 2019 1:05 PM CDT

(Newser) – An escaped convict suspected in the killing of a Tennessee corrections administrator was captured Sunday, four days after he apparently slipped away from a work detail. A resident of Hennings, about 10 miles from the prison, had spotted Curtis Watson, 44, on his property in home surveillance video Sunday morning. Corrections officials then posted photos from the video online showing Watson in a hat and camouflage overalls. They announced his capture in a tweet.

Watson was convicted in 2013 of especially aggravated kidnapping, per ABC. He earlier was convicted of child abuse. The administrator, Debra Johnson, 64, was found dead at her home on prison grounds Wednesday morning. The penitentiary then went into lockdown, and a count of inmates showed Watson was missing. Court documents say Johnson was sexually assaulted and strangled. Officials said they don’t know if Johnson knew Watson, though they said she sometimes knew the inmates working on the site. Johnson was “very well regarded with staff and inmate population,” the state’s corrections chief said last week. (Read more prison escape stories.)

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とらのあなが運営しているファンティアという支援��ービスに登録しました。『野飼いの民』が書きあがる様子を見守るファンクラブです。支援系サイトちょっと気になってたのと、検索に引っかからない吐き出し口がほしかったのです。細かな進捗などもTwitterでは少し気が引けるので、ファンティアで思う存分書けたらいいな……と思います。

基本的に自分に発破をかけるための運用ですが、ファンの方が厳しい目で見てくださると緊張感が高まっていい感じなので、もしよろしければお付き合いのほどよろしくお願いします。

プランですが、お金が苦手すぎるので、無料プランのみでやっていきます。（通帳とかカードとかできる限りさわりたくない）　たぶんファンティアに貢献するためには有料プランつくったほうがいいんだろうけど……オカネヨクワカラナイ……ゴメンネ……。

ファン限定コンテンツも一応考えてます。詳細はファンティア内の記事にありますので興味のあるかたはどうぞ。いまはまだ何もありません。７月頃から本格始動予定です。

ファンティア「物語がはじまるまえ」

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alas, i loved you like the sun's tender light reflecting off the vial of ashes hanging around your neck. no matter the care i'd put in my eyes for you, your grief would shroud a veil of doubt over your eyes; this of all things you'd known with conviction. so with all the pieces of yourself you could collect, you became the wanderer of the streets. those ashes, they were yours from when you first died – the one where your garden of athanasias was burnt down forcefully. no amount of my kindness could remedy that. you now maunder day and night in a desperate attempt to bury your ashes, to live past the death of your first life; to find reasons to live a second.

#writeblr #writing #spilled ink #n.writes #about dying your first death.

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(on the way home, laughter as abundant as air on a summer evening)

[vivian falls on the sidewalk. lily, the source of much of the laughter, helps her up.]

vivian: oh heavens, that hurts! (huffs a heavy breath) one of these days, if my heel were to get stuck in the cobblestones again, i'll make sure i simply fall and lie down.

lily, amused: oh dearie! and why might that be?

vivian, dusting her dress: to chart my journey to the sun, of course! can't hit a bird or two on the journey, eh? i'd fly up and touch the star, hoping my warmth is enough to– now! why are you still smiling? i am not being foolish!

lily: but never did i make such an assumption, love! (turns solemn, only to break out in laughter once more) i sure hope your wings don't melt!

vivian: i'm serious, lily! you cannot just ask of me to let go of a dream, now can– hey!

[lily takes vivian's hand and guides her to the path home. her smile has calmed into planting a small kiss on vivian's hand.]

lily: even if your wings did melt, i'd make sure to catch you if you'd fallen anyways.

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stay gold [chapter four]

Previous Chapter || Series Masterlist || Next Chapter [TBA]

Pairing: Zhongli x Female!Reader

Series Tags: Eventual Smut (18+), Kinda Slow Burn, Reader has a Backstory/Lore, Heavy Liyue Lore, Lots of Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Reader uses She/Her Pronouns

Word Count: 6,800+

A/N: I honestly wasn’t sure when I’d end up finishing this chapter, but I somehow managed to find a huge burst of writing motivation this weekend and took full advantage of it! It’s scary how each chapter keeps getting longer and longer, I don’t know if that’ll keep happening but >.< yeah, thank you for all the support for this series so far, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think 💕

To My Dearest Child,

I beg of you, please come home. Come home so we can talk and come to an agreement together. You cannot just run away from your responsibilities, to both this family and to your nation.

But, if there is a compromise that the both of us can reach after a much needed discussion, I am willing to budge on some things. Just please come home.

Your mother was always best with words, not me, but I’m trying my best in her absence. If you need assistance in returning home from Liyue, please inform me as soon as you can and I will prepare the proper arrangements.

I hope to hear from you soon.

-Dad

The impulsive urge to tear the letter to shreds – into a thousand tiny, unrecognizable pieces crosses your mind initially. With great reluctance, you abstain. Rather you allow it to drift from your fingertips onto the hardwood floor, hands reaching up to frantically swipe away the tears that have begun to accumulate along your lower lash line.

It’s not fair – those are the first words that come to mind as you burrow yourself beneath the few blankets that once hung along the back of your small couch. You didn’t ask for such a heavy burden to be draped upon your shoulders, weighing you down like an anchor constrained to your body from the beginning of your teenage years to now.

The minutes tick by yet you continue to idle on the couch, knees dragged up to your chest as you contemplate your eventual response. Seconds slow into minutes while you remain cooped up in your tangled web of thoughts, unsure how much time has actually passed since you returned home and read the letter.

You know that eventually a formal response would have been demanded of you, as if running away to a different nation entirely wasn’t enough of a message. Though, you can’t deny the small part of you that wants to return home. That wants to rid yourself of the guilt that’s plagued you since you first stepped foot on the docks of Liyue Harbor.

That wants to fulfill the duty you were raised to uphold.

Coming from one of the two royal families of Fontaine, you’ve spent a large majority of your life within the confines of your family’s estate. Almost like a castle atop a hill, looking over the rather expansive village of Petrichor from quite a distance.

Being a member of such a prestigious and wealthy family, there were expectations set upon you from the moment you could walk, talk, read, write – a reputation to live up to in the eyes of the people. As you flourished, well, more like stumbled, into your teenage years those duties only increased tenfold.

It wasn’t until you reached adulthood that the ridiculously large estate began to suffocate you.

More and more you yearned for a life free of prying eyes of the public, free of expectations and royal duties. The years kept passing – you watched those you went to private school with get married, bear children, decide their own paths for their future with melancholic jealousy coursing through your veins.

So when you were brought into your father’s office one stormy afternoon to receive quite literally the second worst news of your life, you decided to finally do something about it.

You spent two weeks straight researching the other six regions of Teyvat, the prosperous nation of Liyue catching your eye and your memory – bedtime stories your father used to tell you as a child of the beautiful mountains and waterfalls of his hometown.

It took every ounce of mora you had accumulated from years of birthdays and holidays, along with a few connections due to your status, but you were on the fastest ship to Liyue Harbor without as much as a farewell to the life you were leaving behind. Only a short, vague letter to reassure your father that you hadn’t been kidnapped or something of the sorts.

Sure, adjusting to an entirely new routine with freedom you had only dreamt of was overwhelming at the start, lonely even. You’re fully convinced that if you hadn’t bumped into Zhongli a little over a week ago, you might already be on the first ship back home.

He’s shown you nothing but hospitality and kindness in the short span of time you’ve known the dark-haired history buff. From the moment he helped you find your way to Wanwen Bookhouse to your Kamera lessons in Yujing Terrace, to yank the stem of your budding friendship out so prematurely would fill you with an intense amount of regret.

There’s still so much you want to learn, both of this nation and of him – your unrelenting desire for a life free of royal constraints has not been quelled just yet.

With all that in mind, you peel yourself out of the cocoon of blankets and head towards your small desk in the corner of the living room. Grabbing your stationary, you begin to write your response, though it’s anything but decisive.

After many, many scrapped sheets of paper, the letter you wind up sealing into an envelope is short and straight to the point: similar to the one you left behind so many weeks ago.

Dad,

I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to come home just yet. I hope you can respect that.

I’ll write to you again in approximately a month’s time on whether or not I’ve come to a decision.

Please give everyone my best regards.

As it turns out, a month is not nearly enough time for you to make a decision that holds so much bearing on your future, you think as you stare blankly at the equally empty sheet of paper before you. The start of a headache festers in your skull as you try to conjure up what to possibly write down, words failing you when you need them the most.

For the past few weeks, the last thing on your mind has been what your decision will ultimately be.

Instead you’ve been spending a majority of your time outside of work with the enigmatic funeral consultant himself. Whether the two of you are meandering through Liyue Harbor, fetching a cheap bite to eat at one of the many dining areas along said harbor, or simply lounging in his office with the occasional Hu Tao – Zhongli has quickly cemented himself a permanent spot in your once lonely days.

Which makes writing this letter in front of you increasingly difficult, even worse than it had been a month prior. The tall pile of crumpled up attempts on the cusp of spilling from the bin from the past few days is evidence of such.

You take a swift glance over to the clock that hangs crookedly on your wall, eyes widening at the unexpected time that it presents. With only fifteen minutes before your morning shift begins, it’s safe to assume you’ll be late if you continue to dwell on this letter for much longer.

“Guess it’s gonna have to wait again…” You mutter to yourself, lifting yourself out of the chair and heading straight towards your closet in search of some fresh, comfortable attire. Emphasis on comfort given your anticipated plans for the late afternoon and early evening.

There’s less than five minutes remaining by the time you slug a rather weighted backpack over your shoulders, bolting out the door but mindful enough not to trip down the steep staircase in your haste. You say your usual greetings to Chen the Sharp and Dongsheng as they get prepared for the morning rush of customers just before finally waltzing down the stone path towards the docks.

There’s only less than a minute remaining when you finally reach your destination, an apology already rolling off your tongue as you step into Kai’s Teashop. Only it’s drowned out by the early crowd of customers as they wait to place their orders. Some with understanding patience and others, not so much.

By the time your belongings are stashed in the back and your apron is slung over your frame, ready for the shift ahead of you, the letter has long since slipped from your memory. Instead, your mind is quickly consumed with a myriad of coffee and tea orders ranging from a simple espresso to a milk tea with three servings of cocoa, two servings of caramel, and exactly five ice cubes.

The slew of sailors, merchants, and Liyue citizens alike tends to dwindle the closer and closer the sun reaches its highest point of the day, a relief to both yourself and your co-worker who announces that they’re heading for a much needed break.

As they promptly exit the shop, you start on washing the dishes that have been tossed haphazardly aside during the morning rush. There’s only two customers still lingering inside the building, regulars that often keep to themselves while enjoying their beverage.

It’s at this time that two very familiar faces make their way into the shop, a small grin tugging at your lips – your mood is instantly lifted by their presence.

“Good morning!” Hu Tao says with her usual heightened enthusiasm, “I think…it’s still morning, right?”

Both you and Zhongli glance over at the clock, replying in sync, “For another two minutes, yes.”

“Oh! How did your meeting go this morning?” You remember the two of them discussing a potentially huge partnership all weekend, a high ranking member of the militia from Natlan who had sent a letter to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor wanting to discuss a possible deal.

“It went great!”

“It did not.” Zhongli corrects Hu Tao almost immediately, “The deal nearly dissipated before we even had the chance to discuss it when the Director made a mockery of–”

“–I think what truly matters is that in the end, a deal was made! With tensions rising in Natlan, the last thing they need to worry about is where to rest their fallen soldiers! That’s where we come in!”

How morbid, you can’t help but think to yourself. Death has never been an easy topic for you, but you can agree that Hu Tao makes somewhat of a point, albeit potentially insensitive, but a point nonetheless.

“Well, at least it all worked out, yeah?” You say while finishing up the last of the dishes. As you wipe your damp hands on the nearest towel, the sound of the entry doors opening drags your attention to a pair of women who’ve just walked in.

The one with a Hydro vision adorning her chain necklace speaks up first, a sort of nostalgic glee in her tone, “I saw the sign outside was promoting boba milk tea, do you still have some available?”

“Oh sure, what flavor and size did you want?” After taking both her and the woman at her side’s orders, you head to the back of the shop to get the freshly prepared tapioca pearls from their heated container.

An Inazuma speciality, yet your boss was able to pull some strings with some suppliers overseas to have boba imported regularly to Liyue Harbor. They had initially arrived yesterday, but after some trial and error on preparing them, Mr. Kai wasted no time in creating promotional boards and a brand new menu to include the gooey, round pearls.

Heading back to the front, you overhear the tail end of their conversation, “...it’s been so long since I’ve been back home to Inazuma, I forgot how much I missed the boba! I know you’ll like it too, trust me.”

You hand the two of them their drinks and ring them up for the purchase, wishing them a great rest of their day as they promptly exit the shop. When you turn to face your two friends once more, on the cusp of asking them if they’d like to order anything, Hu Tao seems to have her mind already set.

“Can I try that…what did they call it, boba milk tea?” She asks with wide, curious eyes, “Surprise me with the flavor though!”

“Of course, do you want to try it too, Zhongli?”

Zhongli appears to think it over for a brief moment, “It couldn’t hurt to try something new, sure.”

“Got it, I'll be right back!” You excitedly head for the back of the shop once more.

For Hu Tao’s drink, you end up preparing a fragrant violetgrass milk tea with a small serving of boba that lingers at the bottom of the cup. For Zhongli’s drink, you keep it rather simple with an oolong milk tea, again with a spoonful of boba mixed in.

You return to the front only to find Hu Tao giggling rather maniacally while Zhongli’s narrowed gaze burns a hole through the side of her head. Though his expression instantly softens when he picks up on your presence, clearing his throat as if to catch his boss’ attention, too.

“Here ya go!” Handing each of them a glass and a straw, you excitedly anticipate their reactions to the Inazuman speciality, “Let me know what you think.”

When Hu Tao takes her first sip she manages to immediately capture a few pearls, seemingly unphased by the sudden solid in what appears to be a liquid beverage. On the other hand, Zhongli’s reaction is entirely unexpected.

He doesn’t experience the bubbles in the first long sip, but the second has his eyes widening in surprise before he seems to nearly choke – a short series of coughs escaping from him as he holds the drink far from his mouth. Your initial concern is fortunately washed over with relief when he’s quick to recompose himself, tugging at the knot of his tie with a slight shake of his head.

“Don’t be dramatic!” Hu Tao claps a hand to his back, “They’re pretty good, right?”

“I have not had the opportunity to taste them yet, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Zhongli quips in a rare sarcastic manner before cautiously taking a third sip of the drink.

His eyes appear to light up as he carefully chews on the gooey tapioca, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before providing his final verdict, “The texture is rather…unique, but I find the taste to be quite enjoyable. The milk tea is delightfully refreshing as well, making for an overall delectable beverage.”

The both of you then glance over to Hu Tao for her opinion, surprised to see her glass nearly empty. She takes one more long sip before stating a simple, “It’s yummy!”

“Thank you for the splendid treat,” Zhongli sends his ever gentle smile your way and suddenly the room feels a few degrees warmer than it had been only seconds prior, “however, the Director and I have a few more obligations to fulfill in the coming hours, what time shall you and I convene later this afternoon?”

You don’t get the chance to answer before Hu Tao interrupts, “Oh? Where are the two of you going, hm?”

“We will be hiking up Mt. Tianheng to witness the meteor showers this evening.”

You nod in agreement – out of the many books you’ve read through this past month, one regarding celestial phenomena documented throughout Liyue history stuck out to you the most. Specifically, the tales of certain occasions where meteor showers decorate the twilight sky in a multitude of bright, albeit quick stripes. An occurrence that can only be witnessed once every five to seven years in Liyue according to a historian whose name you’ve already forgotten.

Needless to say, after countless research on the next anticipated showers, behold your surprise when it turns out the next one is expected to occur today. Having discovered this a little over a week ago, you were quick to bring it up to Zhongli with excess zeal, given he had been the one to recommend the novel to you in the first place.

That’s when the two of you made plans to hike Mt. Tianheng together on the day of and get an unobstructed view of the entire celestial event. To say you’re excited would be a huge understatement.

“How cute!” Hu Tao says animatedly, “I’ve heard that it’s good luck to wish on those.”

“You’re thinking of shooting stars, a little different.” You correct her.

Rolling her eyes, she responds with, “Either way, I hope the two of you have fun! Not too much fun though, if you know what I–”

“We will be taking our leave now,” Zhongli sends another pointed look in his boss’ direction before addressing you, “I will return around four, if that works best for you.”

“Perfect, I finish at four today so we can head straight for the trail once you’re here.” You also remember that you need to prepare the sandwiches you had decided to make as a light dinner atop the mountain. Given the excessive amount of walking planned, a heavy meal would only do more harm than good.

Just as you’re thinking of where to go on your break to gather the ingredients needed, Zhongli and Hu Tao bid their farewells to you and make for the funeral parlor for their scheduled meetings.

On the other hand, you wait for your coworker to return from their lunch to take your own. There’s an extra hop in your step as you walk through the lower half of Liyue Harbor, an extra sense of glee in your tone while speaking to a few merchants.

With your thoughts consumed with anticipation for the afternoon ahead, the last thing you’re worried about is the empty letter that remains on your desk back home.

Although it does manage to cross your mind for a brief, fleeting moment near the end of your shift. You’re tucking the freshly made sandwiches into your bag in the back of the shop when the thought strikes you like a phantom – a manifestation of your indecision – emerging from the shadows. Looming over your shoulder waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

You shake your head, hoping in turn it’ll dispel the less than welcome thoughts from your mind. It feels rather silly to let something as mundane as writing a letter have such an affect on you, but it’s the finality of your choice that gives this simple sheet of paper such a profound meaning.

Much to your delight, the sound of the entry doors chiming at exactly four on the dot drags your focus back to the present. The sound of Zhongli speaking with your coworker erases the letter from the top of your memory altogether and swiftly replaces it with your earlier anticipation.

With your backpack now slung over your shoulders, you return to the front of the teashop and nod at the dark-haired funeral consultant who’s just glanced over at you, “You’re punctual as always.”

“Indeed,” he nods in return, “Are you ready for our excursion?”

“More than ready.” You’re unable to mask your own giddiness, sending a large smile in his direction while making your way to his side – one that crinkles your eyes and rounds your cheekbones.

Zhongli’s usual stoic composure melts away as he returns your grin, a dusty pink settling over the curve of his nose as he gestures towards the front doors to begin your afternoon adventures, “After you, then.”

Minutes later and the two of you are making decent progress towards the mountain that looms over Liyue Harbor, almost like a guardian of the prosperous city. Though it doesn’t take long for you to reach the bridge near your apartment, effectively leaving the harbor once you’ve crossed it, there’s still quite a ways to go before you’re at your destination.

As evident by the way you’re already winded after the second long set of wooden steps that make up bits and pieces of the trail. Your attempts to even your labored breaths are for naught as Zhongli halts in front of you, effectively allowing you a moment of respite.

“Allow me to take this burden off your shoulders,” he turns and reaches for the strap of your backpack, hooking a single gloved finger beneath the leather fabric, “though if you feel you’re unable to continue, I may know of another spot–”

“No! No, I can do it…but if you don’t mind taking the backpack…”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he waits until you’ve turned your back to him to grab the bag off of you entirely, slinging it over his own shoulders as though its weight is equivalent to a mere feather. You’re aware that you don’t have the best upper body strength, but watching him trek onwards so easily has you slightly gawking at his hidden strength. What else do you have yet to learn of this dark-haired funeral consultant?

He continues to exude his physical prowess the further and further the both of you head up the mountain – from his steady breathing to his lack of perspiration, you ogle at him from a few yards behind in both awe and envy. Despite how easy this seems to be for Zhongli, though, he remains attentive to you and your frequent breaks.

Just when you think your legs are going to cave beneath you at any second, you reach a small plateau with what appears to be the perfect location to get comfortable for the evening ahead. Zhongli appears to have the same idea, deterring from the path and heading for the large tree that lingers on this flat section of the mountain by its lonesome.

You manage to remain standing long enough to grab the blanket stashed in your bag, lying it over the grass directly next to the trunk of the tree before practically throwing yourself onto the gentle fabric in exhaustion. Taking a much more gentle approach, Zhongli slowly seats himself at your side after lying your bag down near the tree.

“My legs feel like jelly…” You bemoan, eyes slowly falling shut for just a moment as you embrace the cool breeze that whips across your frame from this altitude.

Zhongli hums in amusement before saying, “I did offer on multiple occasions for us to travel a less inclined path, but you insisted otherwise, quite adamantly if I recall correctly.”

“But it was worth it!” Slowly sitting up, you rest your weight on your arms that remain outstretched behind you, “We got the best seats in the house with this view!”

“I suppose we do.” He agrees.

The view before you is in fact rather breathtaking – not literally like hiking up to this point had been – but a view one can only stare at in complete awe. Streaks of pink and blue decorate the sky, slowly fading down into the rich gold of the sun as it sets beneath the ocean’s horizon.

Although it’s still bright enough for those to see where they’re going, some businesses down at the harbor have already set flames to their street lanterns. You eagerly anticipate the view once darkness engulfs the evening and the lights truly start to shine throughout the beautiful city.

Glancing over at Zhongli, it appears he’s staring just as fondly over Liyue as you were, though there’s definitely an extra sense of admiration in his gentle gaze. Almost like a sense of pride for the nation he’s lived in his entire life.

The thought of this gaze being transferred onto you crosses your mind for a split second, a fleeting intrusive thought that has you shaking your head to dispel it just as fast as it had arrived. Friends wouldn’t stare at one another like that, after all.

You quickly return your train of thoughts to the love Zhongli quite obviously holds for Liyue. It reminds you of the way you used to stare with amazement and wonder every time you’d go to the capital in Fontaine. Before you can dwell too much on that, your stomach rumbles both abruptly and loudly.

Zhongli turns to you as you fumble through your bag in search of the sandwiches you prepared only hours earlier, thankful they didn’t get squished from the journey as you lay them down on the blanket.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, wanting to be polite before you devour at least one, if not two of the prepared sandwiches.

He shrugs, “Maybe just a tad, what options do you have?”

“Well, there’s matsutake and meat, egg and cheese, grilled tiger fish–”

The look of disgust that etches onto his features at the mention of seafood has your interest immediately piqued, “You don’t like fish?”

“No,” Zhongli’s remarks bluntly, “ I have encountered enough sea creatures to satiate me for the rest of my life. I need not be reminded of them while trying to enjoy a meal.”

You try so hard not to burst into laughter at the thought of the man before you having a vendetta of sorts against fish, but your cackles eventually echo through the evening while you clutch your stomach in desperate need of air.

“Sorry, sorry–” your apology is followed by one more bout of giggles, “I just…what kind of personal problems could you possibly have with fish?”

The number one fish hater in all of Teyvat can’t help but let out a small laugh himself, “It is…a rather long tale, perhaps I can tell it to you sometime in the future.”

He settles on the matsutake sandwich instead while you happily munch on the others you had prepared, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you eat.

Just as you finish eating, Zhongli breaks the silence, asking, “How have you gotten accustomed to life here in Liyue so far, if you don’t mind me asking? I believe it has been slightly over two months since you arrived, correct?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You agree, “In the beginning it was hard, I didn’t really have anyone to talk to outside of my coworkers so more often than not I would get really homesick...”

“I can only imagine the difficulties one faces when uprooting their entire life.” He offers you a sincere smile, almost as though he’s encouraging you to continue if you feel comfortable doing so, which you do.

“If you and I didn’t meet…I think I would have moved back home already, despite what’s waiting for me there…”

This revelation – this entryway into your enigmatic past – intrigues the man at your side as he gently pushes further, “In the time we’ve known each other, you’ve spoken sparingly of your life in Fontaine. Please do tell me if I’m overstepping any boundaries, but is there a particular reason you stray from talking about it?”

With that, the dam bursts so easily; the concrete that once held strong tumbling down into the river of your future as you tell Zhongli all about your royal past in Fontaine.

You start with your family name and its generations of wealth from successful agricultural developments hundreds of years ago, how the eldest child was always expected to maintain this success. But your mother had wanted something different for you, she had wanted you to be able to decide your own future – she often told you as a child this much. She promised that she would make great changes while continuing to uphold the family’s core traditions.

So when you lost your mother at the age of eight to a terrible illness, your father had no choice but to take on the burdens himself. A man originating from Liyue, he spent months locked away in his study learning all he could from your family’s archive of journals in order to take over your mother’s duties.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t been enough, but you only learned of this well into your adulthood. The day that your father brought you into his office to tell you that in order for peace to remain within the walls of your large estate, a marriage between you and the eldest son of the Blanchet family would have to take place.

The Blanchet family accrued its immense wealth through fleeting luck in the mining industry, but they were always yearning for more, to cement their name as the wealthiest in all of Fontaine. With your family in the way of that, they took advantage of your father’s growing struggles and offered a solution: combining your families into one with a marriage.

You continue to tell Zhongli how this was your last straw, that you couldn’t imagine throwing your autonomy away like that. So you did the only thing you could possibly think of. You ran away.

“It’s been about three months now since I found out about the arranged marriage and my father wrote to me about a month ago, asking me to come home.” Against your will, tears begin to build at your lower lash line, “I haven’t been able to give him an answer, even though I don’t want to go through with it, I feel like I’m obligated to.”

“One cannot be forced to consent to a contract they were not present for, so you hold no obligation to fulfill what your father and this other family decided upon without your prior knowledge.” He speaks so matter-of-factly, his values that mirror the Geo Archon you’ve learned so much about bleeding through his speech.

You don’t even realize that a lone tear has slipped down your cheek until a gloved thumb reaches over and swipes it away, followed by his smooth, honey-like voice reassuring you further, “I have full faith that there must be another way to restore your family’s success without the need for a loveless marriage.”

“Maybe…”

There’s a million thoughts racing through your mind, but you struggle to form cohesive sentences that express exactly how you’re feeling. The only thing that does manage to slip past your lips is an apology.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the night or make it awkward by dumping my family problems onto you, I’d like to just forget about it for now, if that’s alright.”

“Nonsense.” Zhongli smiles warmly in your direction. “It was me who brought it up in the first place, I apologize if I upset you in any way.”

You shake your head adamantly, staring off into the darkened evening before you, “No it…actually felt nice to talk about my feelings, for once, so thank you for listening.”

“As I’ve told you once before, whenever you require a listening ear, I am always happy to oblige.”

You start to wonder what you could have possibly done in a past life to be blessed with the friendship that has flourished between you and Zhongli, what God you might have appealed to. There’s only so much time for you to dwell on that when a streak of green suddenly soars along the stars – the first meteor of the night.

“Did you see that, Zhongli?!” Your once forlorn expression is so quickly swapped with one of admiration as you point towards the meteors flashing through the sky. He acknowledges you with a low hum, gaze also transfixed on the celestial phenomena before him.

For now, the two of you watch in silence.

Something compels you though, after a while longer, to glance over at the dark-haired male beside you. When you do, you’re surprised to see he’s already begun to meet your eyes. His own golden pair shine brightly under the moonlight’s glimmer, once again reminding you of the purest Cor Lapis.

Nothing is spoken between the both of you for what feels like hours, though you’re certain it's only been maybe half a minute. Zhongli is the first to break the silence and eye contact when his gaze trails over your head, “There's…”

He leans over, outstretching his arm until he seems to capture something above you. When he draws his arm back you catch sight of a geo crystal-fly that’s taken purchase on the top of his hand.

“Most of them avoid human contact,” you say in fascination, “are you like…a crystal-fly whisperer or something.”

Zhongli tries, but struggles, to maintain his laughter at your comment. He’s careful not to frighten the small creature, examining its lopsided stature, “This one appears to have a damaged wing, which might explain its docile nature.”

“Is there anything we can do to help ‘em?”

“Unfortunately, I’m unaware of any medical procedures regarding crystal-flies,” he sighs, setting the little thing down onto the blanket. “However, these creatures have no natural predators, but are often snatched by humans for their crystal cores. It is but a natural course of life for them.”

Before either of you can intervene, the geo crystal-fly flutters its wings and begins to fly off into the night, albeit with a slight wobble in its patterns. As you watch the small creature soar out of eyesight, you catch notice of the moon and its placement in the night sky. It was getting pretty late.

“I think now’s a good time to head back to the harbor, as nice as being up here is…” you slowly lift yourself up from the blanket, stretching your muscles with a low groan from having sat for so long.

Zhongli follows suit, helping you pack everything into the bag, “I hope you found that the meteor shower lived up to your expectations.”

“It did!” You allow him to shrug the backpack over his shoulders once more, easing the burden from your own, “Thank you…for tonight, Zhongli. For being such a great friend, coming up here with me, listening to me ramble on about my silly problems…”

“There is no need to thank me, as I recall the saying, that’s what friends are for.”

If a man like Zhongli is this attentive and kind with his friends, you can only imagine the dedication he would put into a romantic relationship. The thought crosses your mind just as the two of you begin to descend the mountain, and this time you can’t just get rid of it with a simple shake of your head.

There’s no denying that he’s more than conventionally attractive – it just so happened to be one of the first things you noticed when you bumped into him all those weeks ago. His good looks paired with his gentleman-ly attitude has you surprised that he is in fact, very much single.

It’s not like you’ll be the one to change that status, though, given all that is going on with your personal life, your familial burdens. Most of all, it’s not like you’d actually want to risk this perfectly good friendship for something more…at least, you’re still trying to convince yourself of that.

You try to shift your focus back to the trail ahead, not wanting to snag yourself on any stray branches whether it be ones lined across the dirt or hanging low from the trees above. But of course, it's when you’re actively trying to avoid tripping that you manage to trip down one of the more narrow sets of stairs near the bottom of the trail.

Just as your eyes frantically shut in anticipation for the harsh fall, they reopen just as fast when a sudden warmth envelopes your entire frame. It’s not a person, though, but rather strips of gold rapidly circling your body, a shield of sorts. Zhongli had long since whipped around to face you, one palm outstretched in your direction as he controls the elemental force.

You allow this shield to aid you upright, watching it vanish when Zhongli drops his arm back to his side. Seconds later and he’s next to you, checking for potential injuries you could have sustained.

“Are you alright?” He asks, voice laced with worry.

“Yeah, yeah, my foot though…I think I twisted it…” A hiss passes your lips when you make any attempt to apply pressure on your left leg, “Was that your vision that you used?”

“My vision– oh, yes, but we have more pressing matters to address.” He wraps a secure arm at your upper middle, allowing you to drape one of your own arms over the back of his shoulders, “Will you be able to walk with my assistance, or shall I carry you the rest of the way?”

You want to protest his suggestion of carrying you, but the dull throb emitting from your ankle has you reluctantly muttering out, “I don’t think I can walk the rest of the way…but–”

A squeal is ripped from your throat when you're suddenly scooped into Zhongli’s arms, throwing both of your own around his neck as he draws you close to his chest. He continues the trek downwards with ease, as though you weigh no more than a mere pebble.

“Have you always been this strong?” You ask incredulously, witnessing no falter of his breath or perspiration on his forehead.

“I was rather…rowdy in my youth, you could say,” Zhongli chuckles, “I’m much stronger than I may appear outwardly to most people, my…vision also helps.”

On one hand, you could count all of the people you have met back home who adorn a vision. It had never been something you aspired to receive, but it’s difficult not to admit how much fun it must be to be able to manipulate your designated element at your will.

“Well, thank you for saving me, that shield of yours is pretty handy.” You say while allowing your head to slowly fall onto his shoulder, your forehead nestled against his neck.

Exhaustion has quickly overwhelmed you, a series of soft yawns spilling from your mouth. It’s only now that you hear the slightest hitch of his breath, but you chalk it up to his own tiredness from today’s activities.

You think you could fall asleep just like this and you nearly do, despite the sounds of citizens wandering through the harbor getting louder and louder. Until your eyes flutter open and you realize that you’re only a few feet away from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor – not your apartment.

“Zhongli, this–”

“Apologies, I should have asked you first,” he safely assumes the words that were about to leave your lips, “Will you allow me to examine your leg before you return home? A bandage of sorts may be required to maintain swelling, along with a herbal concoction to remedy any pain.”

You nod, half-expecting him to bring you to his office while he fetches medical supplies from his home. When he takes a slight detour, heading up a set of stairs and down a short hallway, you grow a bit giddy at the thought of being able to finally see his abode.

The first thing your eyes focus on when he carefully opens the front door is…well…nothing. Not that he doesn’t have anything, but rather the amount of knick knacks that take up his dwelling makes it hard to focus on just one thing in particular.

His couch is almost as comfortable as your bed – actually, it might be more comfortable. The way you melt into the plush, satin cushions so easily when Zhongli sets you down carefully onto it, one could easily fall asleep here. He makes sure your injured leg is elevated, your swollen ankle exposed to his gaze for proper examination before promising to return with some supplies shortly.

Almost immediately you yearn for his gentle touch once more, his body heat that radiated off of him and warmed you the rest of the way down Mt. Tianheng. Your mind wanders even farther, imagining how peaceful it would be to fall asleep in his embrace, those strong arms keeping you close to his lean frame all throughout the night.

Far too exhausted to shake the thoughts away this time, you tell yourself that even if you do harbor any sort of silly, short-lived crush for the funeral consultant, you’ll just simply get over it. Besides, how hard could that be?

When Zhongli returns to his living room with a stash of medicinal supplies, he finds you with your eyes heavily shut and on the cusp of falling into a deep slumber. You’re awake just enough to hear him enter with a soft chuckle, to hear the sound of a fabric being unfolded, and finally the feeling of a warm blanket being draped over your figure.

“From just a mere glance, your ankle doesn’t appear to be too swollen…we will check it again in the morning instead, sleep well.” His voice grows further and further away the deeper into sleep you fall until he’s long since retreated to his bedroom.

Your final thoughts of the evening before you’re entirely engulfed in the embrace of slumber is that yeah, getting over a little crush like this can’t be that hard.

You won’t let yourself sabotage the one good thing that’s entered your life since starting anew, especially not when the letter addressed to your father with your final decision – the one that will determine your entire future – remains empty.

#zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli x you #n.writings

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aastarions · 3 years ago

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stay gold [three]

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Pairing: Zhongli x Female!Reader

Series Tags: Eventual Smut (18+), Kinda Slow Burn, Reader has a Backstory/Lore, Heavy Liyue Lore, Lots of Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Reader uses She/Her Pronouns

Word Count: 5,100+

A/N: Here’s the 3rd chapter! Again, I had already posted these on AO3 so going forth I’ll be posting new chapters on both AO3 and Tumblr around the same time! I’m nearly halfway through writing chapter 4 so thank you in advanced for your patience 💕

It’s been a week since you explored a fraction of Liyue Harbor with your newest acquaintance– friend, Zhongli. Within the past seven days that have passed, you’ve come into contact with the funeral consultant for five of them.

He easily became a regular customer at Kai’s Teashop, stopping in every single morning for a large, hot tea and whichever fresh pastry was highlighted to be the special of the day. The only time you weren’t sure if he swung by was during the weekend, which you’re fortunate enough to have off for.

A routine developed between the two of you, though. One that has you looking forward to going to work specifically because you know you’ll get to witness the heartwarming grin that reaches his gentle, golden eyes as you hand him his goods. On a few occasions, you were even able to hold a brief conversation before the morning rush piled past those glass doors.

So imagine the disappointment that festers in your chest when the afternoon rolls around and you have yet to see him today.

You tell yourself that it’s truly not that big of a deal, attempting to apply your full attention to the last hour of work instead…but your mind keeps wandering, wondering if something might have occurred. He could have fallen ill, or injured himself, or he just didn’t feel the need to stop by today – the possibilities are quite endless.

The next and final hour goes by at a snail’s pace, finding yourself cleaning nearly every inch of the shop’s interior to pass the time while your coworker takes care of the very few customers that walk through. You manage to keep your mind somewhat occupied, at least until the very end of your shift. When a string of words from a patron’s mouth catches your attention.

“Do you happen to know where the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is? I’ve just come from out of town to meet with Director Hu Tao, but I’m not sure where the building is actually located.”

You listen to your coworker give directions to the lost gentlemen just before you head to the back of the shop to gather your belongings, taking a mental note of the parlor’s location. Never did it occur to you that you actually hadn’t known where his job was located, only that it was in fact somewhere in the harbor.

It’s not until you reach into your tote for your shades – eyes catching on the history book that Zhongli had brought in earlier that week for you to borrow – that you decide you could use this newfound knowledge.

Maybe, just maybe, you could head over to the funeral parlor with the finished non-fiction novel, bringing some fresh pastries alongside as a gift for him – well, if he’s actually there.

Would it be too weird? Or strange? The doubts plague your mind as you teeter back and forth between going through with it or abandoning it altogether.

“Ah, screw it…” You eventually mutter to yourself, hoisting your tote onto your shoulder as you return to the front of the shop. Catching your coworker’s attention, you start to say, “I’m gonna grab a few pastries and some tea, could you ring me up–”

“No need for that, take whatever you’d like!”

The startling voice of your boss, Mr. Kai, has you nearly leaping out of your skin. Spinning on your heels, you turn to face him just as he’s fully stepped inside his shop, “No, it’s okay I can pay–”

“Nonsense!” He insists with a hearty laugh, rounding the counter and making his way over to the many jugs of freshly brewed tea, “So what did you want to get?”

You wind up leaving work with a large container of tea, specifically Zhongli’s go-to, and a dozen assorted pastries – much more than you initially anticipated on bringing with you. Nonetheless, you trudge up the hill through Chihu Rock, carefully balancing the box of sweet-smelling goods in one hand while the other holds tightly onto the heavy jug of hot liquid.

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is much closer to your apartment than you expected, you think while crossing over the bridge to Feiyun Slope, making an immediate left towards an unmarked building. With both of your hands occupied, you resort to knocking on the wooden door with your foot instead and hope that the directions you eavesdropped on were correct.

The front door swings open violently seconds later, the lost gentleman from the tea shop stumbling past you as though he’s just seen a ghost. Following his trail is a short brunette calling out towards him, “Wait, wait! I was only trying to help you save money!”

“By suggesting I have a joint funeral with my late-brother?! You’re out of your mind, lady! I’ll take my business elsewhere!”

He wastes no time in storming off while muttering expletives under his breath, heading as far away as possible from the funeral parlor, at least that’s what you assume. You can only watch in complete and utter confusion, eyebrows knitting together as you recall what was shouted only seconds prior.

Something along the lines of a joint funeral…with his brother–

“Hiya! Sorry about that guy, come on in!” The young woman who’s name you have yet to learn suddenly ushers you into the building before you get a chance to fully comprehend what just transpired, “Welcome to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I’m Hu Tao, the current director. Were you looking to arrange a funeral?”

The interior is exactly how one would expect a funeral parlor to look like. Dark wooden paneling on the walls, a crimson colored carpet lining through the center of the narrow hallway, vintage looking furniture that compliments the dreary atmosphere one often feels when stepping inside a place like this. An overall stark contrast to the bubbly personality that emanates from the Director you now know as Hu Tao.

You eventually shake your head, placing the pastries and tea on the nearest surface before your arms truly begin to ache, “No, actually–”

“Were you just looking for a casket, then? We have a huge selection of all shapes, sizes, colors, finishes–”

The sound of a door creaking down the hallway catches both of your attention, watching none other than Zhongli make his way over while interrupting with, “Director, would you please practice some self-restraint when speaking to new clients–”

“Hi, not a new client…unfortunately?” You send a shy wave in his direction, the visible signs of agitation that plagued his features dissipating as those golden eyes land on you.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise,” Zhongli halts in his tracks only a few feet away, your name falling from his lips before he asks, “What brings you here? Is everything alright?”

Nodding, you begin your longer-than-necessary explanation, “Yeah, everything’s fine, you just uh…you didn’t come by this morning for your usual tea so I thought maybe something happened…like you were sick or got hurt so I thought I’d come by with some tea and pastries…though I guess if you were sick you wouldn’t be here – anyways…my boss gave me much more than I originally asked for–”

His raspy chuckle echoes through the narrow space, a much needed interruption to your rambling, “That is quite a hefty amount of tea, thank you for thinking of me, though I am quite alright. The Director and I had an early morning consultation in one of the nearby villages so I was unable to fetch my usual breakfast. My apologies for worrying you.”

“You know…” Your gaze swaps to Hu Tao, who’s currently sporting a rather mischievous grin on her lips, “We have an amazing friends and family discount. Since you seem to be close with Zhongli and all, how about fifteen percent off the purchase of one of our luxurious satin-lined caskets–”

“Director.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop, promise.” She insists, though that cheeky smile never wavers, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, any friend of Zhongli is a friend of mine!”

In the midst of shaking the eccentric brunette’s hand you quickly learn her alternative intentions, “And since we’re friends, you don’t mind if I take a snack or two right? I’m starving.”

Zhongli scoffs at her blunt attitude, but you can’t help but let out a few laughs at the entire ordeal.

“That’s fine, there’s plenty to go around!”

It’s not long after that you find yourself in Zhongli’s office, an assortment of documents pushed to the side in favor of his makeshift lunch. You glance around, any personal touches nowhere to be found. Only a wooden desk crafted with what appears to be sandbearer wood, a few chairs, and a filing cabinet make up the small space.

“It’s rather bland, isn’t it?” He notices your gaze follow around the room, “This office is a stark contrast to my abode – I’ve begun to run out of shelving for my books and antiques.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” You turn to grab your tote that’s hanging on the corner of the seat, fishing out the novel he had let you borrow and placing it atop the desk, “I, uh, I finished reading it.”

Zhongli appears surprised by your words, “That was certainly quick, I take it that you enjoyed Verses of Equilibrium?”

“I did! I’ve never had the chance to explore historical books before, especially one with such a poetic format…Rex Lapis did a lot to keep his people safe, the adepti too! You can tell how much the people here adore their Archon…it used to be like that in Fontaine, too…”

“I faintly recall overhearing about the original Hydro Archon’s passing, having been replaced with the God of Justice.” He says after a few bites of the sugary-sweet pastry, “I imagine it’s difficult for people to accept a new ruler without cause for concern.”

“Liyue seems to be handling the loss of their God better than Fontaine, just from what I’ve seen since living here.” You mention, thinking back to your conversation with him a week prior. Where he explained how the Liyue Qixing and the people themselves are in control of their own nation, rather than the God they once relied so heavily on.

Zhongli nods in agreement, “The Qixing have done a divine job of governing the nation both before and after Rex Lapis’ passing, using everything he taught them alongside their own beliefs in what will better this prosperous nation.

“I’m glad that you found the reading to your liking,” he continues, “If you’re interested, I can head upstairs and allow you to borrow another–”

“Upstairs?” You raise an eyebrow.

He nods once more, “Indeed, Director Hu was kind enough to allow me to rent the space above the parlor, though she certainly uses it to her advantage by occasionally pestering me on my days off.”

Despite only having known Hu Tao for all of a few minutes, this doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. If anything, it’s entirely befitting of the personality she exudes only seconds after meeting her.

“You don’t have to grab it right this second, actually I hope I’m not intruding with this sudden visit while you’re working–”

“Nonsense,” Zhongli reassures you, “I had intended on fetching something to eat soon anyways…besides, I find your company to be most enjoyable.”

The instant warmth that envelopes your complexion betrays you, exposing your inability to receive any and all compliments without turning into a flustered mess. Whether or not the man in front of you picks up on it, you’re unaware, the lower half of his face shielded by the cup of tea he’s brought to his lips.

“What do you do for work here anyways? Is it really just preparing funerals all day?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Not entirely,” he goes on to explain, “though I occasionally assist with every day funeral proceedings when needed, I’m mostly hired contractually through Wangsheng for my rather extensive knowledge on Liyue, specifically its history and traditions.”

“So…like a hitman, but for knowledge instead of killing.”

The loud laughter that spills from his lips is unexpected, watching pure and utter amusement adorn his usually stoic features. He sets the cup down before potentially soiling his paperwork with warm tea, responding after a much needed intake of breath, “That is quite a strange way to define it, but sure.”

For a little while longer, the both of you continue to talk about rather trivial, but enjoyable topics. Conversation with Zhongli comes so naturally – it genuinely feels as though he’s someone you’ve known for weeks, or months, rather than a measly single week.

Although he tends to go on long tangents about topics that interest him, he also knows when to press his lips together and avidly listen. Something many men of higher status in Fontaine lack, at least the ones that you had the misfortune of meeting.

It’s in the middle of one of your own tangents that you’re interrupted by three knocks at his door, your shoulders flinching at the sudden sound. When the door creaks open, you’re met with the familiar eyes of Hu Tao.

“Oi, Zhongli, did you forget we have to head to Bubu Pharmacy?”

“Ah, yes, we best make haste,” Zhongli begins to rise from his seat before glancing back over at you, “I apologize, we should continue our conversation another–”

Hu Tao interrupts once more, also turning to face you, “Why don’t you come with us? It’s not like it's top secret business, we’re just looking for ghosts.”

“Ghosts?” Your eyes widen, making sure you didn’t mishear.

She nods as though it’s nothing, “Yep! Since the usual exorcist is out of town, we’ve been asked to investigate some strange activity for quite a hefty amount of Mora, so what do ya say?”

You can’t help but look over at Zhongli for his opinion, only to find a small smile on his lips, “As long as it’s not intruding on the rest of your day, of course.”

“I really didn’t have any plans…'' This impromptu trip to the funeral parlor was anything but orchestrated in advance. The only thing you considered doing today was wandering around the harbor and taking some photos with your Kamera, but you could save that for another time, “Sure, why not?”

The three of you set off for Bubu Pharmacy only minutes later, walking through the entirety of Feiyun Slope until you’ve reached a part of the harbor you haven’t gotten a chance to visit before. Crossing a small stone bridge, you turn right towards the large building that’s settled atop a long and tall staircase.

There’s two people in the pharmacy…scratch that, one person? You’re not entirely sure.

You’re about to consider the purple-haired child with the pale complexion to be the ghost they’re after until she finally speaks with narrowed eyes at Hu Tao, “Oh. It’s you. I don’t like you.”

“Qiqi, Director Hu is here to help us!” The young man behind the counter nervously says, “Sorry about that, thank you for coming on such short notice, if Baizhu finds out we’ve lost merchandise while he’s away in Sumeru…”

“Don’t sweat it!” Hu Tao laughs, entirely unphased, “Now would you or the zombie mind telling me what’s going on here?”

“...zombie?” Just when things couldn’t get any more confusing; you fear your eyes might quite literally pop out of your head.

Zhongli nods, “Indeed, through the power of the adepti, Qiqi was resurrected, though zombies cannot function in the same manner as a mortal–”

“And it’s still outside of the natural order, but we have more important matters to deal with today!”

The Director urges the gentleman behind the counter to finish his explanation of the mysterious occurrences that have been going on within the pharmacy. You try your best to pay attention, though you still have a myriad of questions regarding this newfound information about zombies.

“Well, it started a day or two after Baizhu had left for Sumeru…”

He goes on to explain how their daily inventory numbers no longer match up with the amount of ingredients they’re using in their medicines – ingredients like milk and lavender melons are missing in excess.

“The milk isn’t as big of a deal, but we just had the lavender melons imported from Inazuma and we don’t have another shipment scheduled for a few weeks…” Perspiration settles on the young man’s forehead, his eyes frantically darting between all of you, “There haven't been any strange visitors either, so it has to be the work of a ghost!”

“Milk, you say?” Zhongli grasps his chin between two fingers, appearing lost in thought, “Sir, have you considered asking the only other employee who has access to the back of your store?”

He shakes his head, “Qiqi likes coconut milk, remember–”

“No coconut milk, we ran out. I drink the other milk instead.”

There’s silence for a solid ten seconds, before the one gentleman asks, “What about the lavender melons then?”

“I ate them.”

Silence again.

“Well would ya look at that! We solved the issue in less than five minutes. The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor continues to exceed people’s expectations.” Hu Tao claps before deviously rubbing her palms together, “I hope that you will hold yourself to your end of our contract now, yes?”

While the young man meticulously counts a large sum of Mora, you take a glance over at Zhongli and say, “So…that’s it?”

“I suppose so,” he muses, letting out a light chuckle. “Not nearly as exciting as witnessing a ghost, I presume?”

“Actually, I think I can live the rest of my life without seeing a ghost, thanks.”

“Ghosts aren’t that scary! I’ll introduce one to you next time.” Hu Tao turns on her heels, a decent-sized bag of Mora between her polished fingernails, “I’m heading to Wanmin for some dinner, I’ll catch ya later Zhongli!”

She then flickers her gaze onto you, “It was a pleasure to meet you! Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

With that, she’s off. Rushing down the stairs before either of you could respond. After wishing both Qiqi and the rather perturbed young man a good rest of their day, the both of you descend the large staircase, too.

“I’m assuming this ghost hunt was the last thing on your agenda today?” You ask, assuming that if Zhongli had more work on his plate he’d have long since left for the funeral parlor already.

“You would be correct,” he agrees, “I had not anticipated that we would solve their issue within such a short span of time…it’s a tad comical, wouldn’t you think–”

He cuts himself off suddenly, reaching towards you until his fingers hook under the straps of your tote that had begun to roll down your arm. You can only stand in place as he drags it back up and settles it onto your shoulder once more.

“Wow I didn’t even notice…thank you, I’d hate if anything happened to my Kamera the one time I bring it with me.”

“Oh? I recall you mentioning that you own one of those fascinating devices.” Zhongli appears intrigued at the mention of it, eager to see it for himself.

So you slip your hand into your bag, grabbing tightly onto the Kamera and exposing it to his curious stare, “I was actually thinking about taking some photos with it today…would you maybe want to join me?”

“I’d love to,” that tender smile returns to his lips, “though I’m not entirely aware of how they work.”

“My father told me it’s like painting on a canvas, only you can capture any moment in seconds instead of hours. I mostly like taking photos of flowers, though, oh and wildlife.”

Zhongli absorbs the newfound knowledge, listening intently before responding with, “The Yujing Terrace is home to a few native species of flora, allow me to guide us there.”

Once you agree, the two of you are off, walking towards another set of stairs opposite of Bubu Pharmacy. While following his lead your mind begins to wander, more specifically in regards to your aforementioned father. The man who gifted you this Kamera in the first place.

He had gone out of his way to procure one for you a few months after you saw one in use for the first time on a trip to the capital. Citizens were lining the narrow streets to have their portrait taken with the brand-new, exclusive Kamera and shops who were fortunate enough to sell them did so at a fortune.

After relentless pleading on your end, tied together with the promise of taking on extra responsibilities, the device was very soon in your own palms. Funny how only another few months would pass and you’d choose to abandon both your duties and your home altogether.

You start to wonder if the letter you received from Fontaine might be specifically from your father, or someone else from your family’s estate. Ever since the evening you received it, the letter remains tossed aside on your kitchen counter.

If it is in fact your father’s penmanship that decorates the pages, you can already gather what its contents will entail. The same way you begged for the Kamera, he’ll beg for you to return home.

If only it were that easy, if only returning home didn’t equate to tossing aside your freedom in the process–

Thud!

Having been so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that Zhongli stopped in his tracks, not until you collide directly into his back of course. Your complexion blooms with warmth, taking a step back from the tall male just as he turns to face you, asking, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, I was a bit distracted, sorry about that.” You attempt to wave him off, laughing through the waves of embarrassment.

Unconvinced, his concerned visage never wavers. Rather his eyebrows draw tighter together as he lays a gloved palm over your shoulder, “I won’t pry, but if you require someone to provide an ear, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Thank you, I’ll uh…I’ll keep that in mind,” your fingers curl against the Kamera that you fortunately hadn’t dropped in your daze as Zhongli allows his arm to fall back at his side, remembering the whole reason the two of you trekked up here in the first place.

Glancing around, you take quick notice of how secluded this upper level of Liyue Harbor feels in comparison to the busy main street of Feiyun Slope and the rambunctious crowds of Chihu Rock, “Are you sure we’re allowed to be up here?”

The dark-haired male in front of you chuckles before answering, “Yes, you’ll find that Yuehai Pavilion only truly sees heavy traffic when the Tianquan holds her occasional auctions or the Qixing gather for their regularly scheduled meetings. Prior to Rex Lapis’ death, citizens would also congregate here for the Rite of Descension.”

“Rite of Descension?”

He nods, explaining further, “Once a year, Rex Lapis would provide the people of Liyue with a prophecy, a guide if you will of the economic path the people should follow.”

“There’s so much tradition and history in Liyue…” You say more so to yourself. Of course, your nation has its own history, but it feels barren in comparison to all that you’ve learned already from Zhongli.

“For the record,” he captures your attention again, “If you ever find yourself uninterested, feel free to interrupt me. I will not take any offense.”

A frown settles on your lips at his words – though you’ve never been one to dwell too heavily into the subject in the past, you have yet to grow tired of listening to history from the highly knowledgeable consultant.

“I…like listening to you talk actually…” You admit in a quiet murmur, but you know he hears you when a rather large smile overtakes his features.

“That’s quite a relief, I’ve often been told that I put others to sleep when I ramble on about what many consider to be…boring topics.”

Further digging yourself into a hole of abashment, you say, “It’s not boring when it’s coming from you.”

“Ah, you flatter me too much…” Zhongli appears amused, “I am well aware it is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I appreciate your kind words nonetheless.”

It’s not long after that he guides you towards a section of well-manicured grass with colorful flora blooming along it. You first look at the small red bushes, noticing a pair of puffy, pink flowers protruding from them.

Just as you angle your Kamera towards the beautiful arrangement, Zhongli begins to explain what exactly you’re photographing, “These are Silk Flowers, one of many flora native to Liyue. They’re often used to create fabric, though most of that manufacturing is done by the Feiyun Commerce Guild.

“I’ve also been told that they make for a rather saccharine concoction when cooked with Sweet Flowers.”

The shutter of your camera clicks twice and you watch as the printing paper slowly slides out from the small opening at the bottom of the device. You know it takes a moment for the image to fully appear on the special parchment, but Zhongli stares at the blank results with a slight, albeit cute, pout, “Is the device malfunctioning?”

“No, nothing like that, it just takes a few minutes for the photo to show up.”

“Interesting…” He examines the slowly developing photo after you hand one over, gold eyes ignited with innate fascination.

The next flower your eyes land on is on the opposite side of the color spectrum – a pair of soft blue tones decorate the petals of this closed-off plant. While aiming the lens, you quickly learn of this one’s origin, too.

“Glaze Lilies once inhabited the plains of Liyue in great numbers until they were overpicked due to their beauty. The ones that appear to bloom in this harbor are artificially planted; only very few of them can be found within the wild anymore.”

You watch as Zhongli leans over and plucks the Glaze Lily out of the earth, spinning the flower’s stem between his fingers as he examines it further, “One might believe that these are real at first appearance, but the smell is slightly off.”

“The smell? Have you…seen a real one before?” It shouldn’t surprise you at all, but if they’re as rare as he states, you can only imagine the price one would have to pay to get their hands on one.

“A long time ago, yes,” he continues to examine the artificial flower with an unreadable, yet soft expression.

Click!

Zhongli glances up to find the Kamera pointed in his direction as the device slowly pushes out the eventual photograph. A sense of realization washes over you, an apology immediately tumbling from your lips, “Sorry, I should have asked you first–”

“I don’t mind, I’m quite curious to see the results, actually.”

Those results, along with the other photographs you’ve taken this afternoon, wind up fully developing within the next five minutes. By that point, the two of you decided to find a nearby bench to sit on as you watch the color bloom onto the unique paper.

“Truly remarkable,” Zhongli comments as he holds the array of photos between his fingers, “What a wonderful way of capturing memories, I imagine many historians would be interested in such a device as well to preserve and document their findings…”

“In Fontaine, they’re mostly used to photograph friends and family, at least that’s how they advertised it in the capital. It’s so much faster than standing for a painter.” You mention – remembering the gross sweat you broke out in having to dress in multiple layers of your finest clothing for a family portrait.

Although nothing can compare to the artistic styling of one’s own caliber, not having to pose for hours on end is a definite plus in your books.

“Oh, do you want to try using–”

The moment you put the question out there, Zhongli’s already nodding with an unexpected zeal, “I’d love to, after a lesson on how to properly use it, of course.”

You give a quick explanation of the Kamera, watching him fiddle with it between his fingers as you teach him of each component.

Bringing the device up to his complexion to peek through the small, square hole, he immediately points it in your direction and before you even realize–

Click!

“Wait! I didn’t know you were gonna take a photo of me!” You shout, already fearing the results, “I would have smiled or something!”

Zhongli chuckles, grabbing the paper from the Kamera that will eventually have your complexion plastered all over it, “It’s only fair you took one of me earlier, no?”

“Okay, fine.” He laughs once more at the narrowed glance you send his way.

Although you wish for this afternoon to never end, the feeling of your stomach churning in hunger grounds you in reality, “I…should probably get home now and make some dinner, thank you for joining me today, I had fun.”

“It is my honor and as I’ve stated once before, I thoroughly enjoy your company.” Zhongli stands from the bench after handing you back the Kamera, holding out a gloved palm to aid you in standing, too, “Allow me to walk you home.”

As the two of you travel from one end of Liyue Harbor to the other, your mind goes back to your previous thoughts of your family, more specifically the unopened letter. All this talk of Fontaine and your past has you undoubtedly a tad homesick, but you fear that the letter might just play into that.

You continue to teeter back and forth on your decision all the way to your home where Zhongli bids you a good night, promising to bring another book for you to borrow the next time he comes by your job. As he walks off towards the funeral parlor, you notice he takes something out of his pocket to glance down at, but you can’t tell from such a distance what exactly it is.

Once within the confines of your home, you head straight towards the letter that’s gathered a light coat of dust in the week it sat in place. With shaky fingertips, you bite the bullet and remove the royal blue seal, unfolding the paper and gazing down at the handwriting that decorates the page. Here we go…you think, beginning to read the words laid out in front of you.

To My Dearest Child,

I beg of you, please come home…

#zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli x you #n.writings

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aastarions · 3 years ago

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stay gold [one]

You've travelled to Liyue from your home nation Fontaine in search of a new life – a fresh start – and as stereotypical as it is, you wind up colliding, quite literally, into the one who makes the journey worthwhile.

Pairing: Zhongli x Female!Reader

Series Tags: Eventual Smut (18+), Kinda Slow Burn, Reader has a Backstory/Lore, Heavy Liyue Lore, Lots of Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Reader uses She/Her Pronouns

Word Count: 2,400+

A/N: I originally anticipated on only posting this series on ao3 but I’ve had a change of heart, so over the next few days I’ll be posting the first three chapters on here! This series is very near and dear to me as I’ve been working on it since February so I hope others can enjoy it as well 💕

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One would think that after taking residence in Liyue Harbor for a little over four weeks, one would somewhat familiarize themselves with the complex staircase system that divides the upper and lower levels of the city.

Yet here you are, perplexed as ever as you attempt to navigate your way to Wanwen Bookhouse based solely on your boss’ awful directions. That’s what you get for asking someone who’s only lived here a month longer than you have, you suppose.

You’re certain you’ve wandered past Tea Master Liu Su at least three times now, unintentionally getting bits and pieces of his latest tale in the process. The choice in timing does you no favors either – the late afternoon rush of citizens and tourists alike swarm the streets, giving you little opportunity to stray from the crowd and ask for directions from one of the many busy shop owners around.

Eventually you do manage to escape the sea of people and take shelter near an antique shop, defeatedly slipping the poorly drawn map your boss also handed you earlier out of your pocket. Your attempt at following the poorly drawn scribbles is futile, finding it difficult to relate the wobbly lines to your surroundings.

A part of you wants to abandon the trip altogether and head home, possibly make another attempt later in the evening when the crowd’s dwindled. Another part is stubborn, foolishly so, but it’s that part of you that has you heading towards a set of stairs you haven’t tried yet.

Trudging up the vibrant crimson steps, your eyes remain trained on the map between your fingers. In turn, you fail to notice that you’ve accidentally swayed towards the side that people are using to descend. That is until your foot catches on the landing step and you immediately collide with someone else.

This is the universe telling me I should just go home, you think to yourself before glancing up at the poor stranger you’ve inconvenienced.

It’s in that moment you embarrassingly realize two things. One, not only did you stumble into another person, you stumbled into an extremely handsome one at that. Two, your hands are pressed firmly to his lower chest in what had been a poor attempt to catch yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention–”

“My sincere apologies, I was distracted–”

The both of you speak over one another, causing a brief silence afterwards. You take this opportunity to awkwardly drop your arms back at your sides, trying not to run away in a fit of embarrassment, though it’s highly tempting.

In the meantime, he brings his attention to the glass cup you hadn’t even seen in his gloved hand until now, breathing out a sigh of relief when you spot the wooden lid firmly placed atop it to prevent spillage.

“Well, that’s rather fortunate,” he says before shifting his gaze over to you, “Again, my dearest apologies for running into you, my mind was preoccupied at the moment and I failed to notice your presence.”

It takes a moment for you to process his words, too focused on his eyes and the golden hue illuminating them. They remind you of the brightest Cor Lapis, pieces that you’ve seen imported to your home nation sell for well over a million mora.

Once you realize what he’s said, you shake your head both in response and in abashment for your quite obvious gawking, “No, no, the fault is mine for not watching where I was going, I’m just a wee bit lost is all.”

“Is this your first time visiting the harbor?”

“Not exactly,” You grumble, “I moved here a few weeks ago but I haven’t really gotten used to all these staircases and where they go, my boss even tried drawing me a map but it sucks .”

The stranger laughs and you can feel your chest tighten at the pleasant sound, “Well perhaps I could guide you if you inform me where you’re meant to be heading?”

Maybe your luck is turning around after all, “Wanwen Bookhouse, I think it’s called.”

“What a strange coincidence, I was just making my way over there too, shall we?” He makes a nod towards the staircase you just walked up, beginning to descend before you even accept his help.

Not only that, but you don’t even know his name , “Wait, what’s your–”

“I’m Zhongli, by the way,” It’s like he’s read your mind, turning to face you once more as you rush to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The hand that’s not firmly wrapped around his slowly cooling drink is now outstretched in your direction, accompanied by a gentle smile gracing his lips. You inform him of your own name, allowing your palm to press to his in a rather formal handshake.

He guides you around the crowd of people, rather than in between, keeping a slow pace to make sure you’re right on his heels. Even so, you notice the elegant coat tail he adorns and snicker to yourself at the thought of holding onto its golden tassels like a leash as you’re led through the city.

As a matter of fact, his entire outfit screams wealth – from the heavily detailed coat, the assortment of rings adorning his gloved fingers, the leather boots, the gemstone clasp containing his long brown locks – you can only imagine what he does for a living to be able to afford such attire.

“Is there a particular reason for your visit to the Bookhouse?” Zhongli asks, making conversation and effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah,” You begin to explain, “There’s this light novel that came out in Fontaine a little over two weeks ago and I was hoping they might have it in stock already here.”

He thinks on your words before responding, “Depending on when the trading vessel arrived and departed from Fontaine will determine if Liyue has gotten ahold of it by now, but Jifang will be able to provide much better intel regarding that once we arrive.”

Jifang must be the owner of the Bookhouse, you assume as the two of you head up a set of stairs you’re certain you hadn’t tried earlier.

“No worries, what about you?” You ask.

“Hm?”

“Is there a certain book you’re looking for today?”

“Oh,” Zhongli ponders once more – he seems to think often before he speaks, something you lack more than you’d like to admit, “Nothing specific, though I intend to ask about the newest historical works regarding Liyue. I quite enjoy brushing up on the nation’s days of old and how different storytellers discuss the events that have transpired.”

Maybe he’s a Liyuan history professor, you consider just as the both of you come face-to-face with the small outdoor bookshop. Surprisingly, there’s not many other people at this hour, allowing you to walk over to the woman behind the desk with ease.

“Good afternoon,” Zhongli greets her first, “Have you received any light novels from Fontaine?”

“We actually just received a batch of one this morning – wait , when did you start reading those?” One of her eyebrows cocks up questionably.

He releases a low chuckle at the accusation, “It’s not for my consumption, it’s for my newest acquaintance here–”

“Hi, that’s me, is the book you got in called To Have and To Hold ?”

“It is,” She confirms, “You’re just in luck, it’s been flying off the shelves all morning, I believe there’s maybe two or three copies left over there –” she points towards a set of bookcases a few feet away.

“Thank you so much.” You shoot both her and Zhongli a grateful smile before rushing over in search of the fast-selling novel.

As your eyes scan each and every spine in search of it, you fail to notice that your new company has yet to stray from your side. Not until he asks, “What’s this novel about, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh! Well…” You can feel your complexion grow warm as you turn to face him directly, stammering over your next words, “It’s um, a romance novel. It’s the fourth one in the series and it revolves around the uh… the main character’s wedding.”

Zhongli’s expression remains stoic, no hint of the usual distaste you’ve seen on others. In fact his next words prove the complete opposite.

“I see, I’ve never been one to explore fictional stories much, would you recommend the series?”

“Huh?”

“Would you recommend the series to others?” He’s entirely unphased by the perplexed expression you wear as he reiterates, “Or is there another novel you’d suggest for someone who’s never dabbled in the genre?”

His inquisition has you almost speechless, almost , “You don’t think they’re…dumb?”

“Not at all, I find it fascinating the fictional stories one can come up with from their mind alone, but have never taken the liberty to experience it for myself, consider me uncultured if you will.”

You’re unsure just how long you spend standing between those bookshelves with Zhongli, animatedly explaining your favorite series and which you recommend to the novice himself. He’s listening intently the entire time, nodding and occasionally providing his own input.

The conversation eventually evolves into his own reading habits, recommending you quite a number of books on Liyue’s centuries-old history. You’re not one who often reads historical text, but the way he describes some positive events with mirth dancing in his eyes – you find yourself making a mental note to grab one or two in the near future.

It’s not until another customer clears their throat in an attempt to get by that the two of you realize just how much time has truly passed.

“It’s getting rather late in the afternoon…” Zhongli comments as he glances up at the sky in search of the sun’s placement.

Dread begins to envelope your frame, realizing that you’re about to part ways despite the nagging inside you asking for more , “Thank you for helping me find my way here, by the way, I’m definitely going to check out some of the books you recommended once I get my next paycheck.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear, I will do the same,” He grins softly, “It was a pleasure to speak with you today, may our paths intertwine in the future.”

And with that, he begins to take his leave, slowly striding towards the bridge that connects the two sides of the harbor’s inner streets.

Just as he reaches the top of the arch, a single word falls from your lips before you even have a chance to think about its repercussions.

“Wait!”

Zhongli turns quickly, but gracefully, his expression remaining neutral as he waits for you to speak, “Oh?”

“I uh, well–” You speed-walk over to where he’s standing, not wanting to create more of a scene than you already have, “You seem to be really familiar with Liyue, maybe you would be willing to give me a tour sometime, if you’re not too busy?”

His initial silence has you internally panicking, what a stupid question, you’ve bothered the man enough today. You’re just about to retract your statement when–

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind,” He agrees easily, reaching up to tap at his chin, “I have quite a handful of work tomorrow, but the day after I could, where would you like to convene?”

“Well, maybe the tea house I work at? It’s the new one by the docks, I get out of work at four that afternoon.”

“I will see you the day after tomorrow, then,” This time he makes it across the bridge without interruption, though you’re too busy trying to process what just occurred to watch his silhouette fade into the dissipating crowd.

Eventually, a goofy smile spreads across your lips. Finally .

You were fully prepared for the loneliness moving to a different nation would bring, but it didn’t make the weeks of evening solitude any easier. There were many nights you spent seated on your balcony, watching the people below gather and wander the harbor with joyous smiles lifting their complexions. Fortunately, your full-time job at Kai’s Teashop grants you some socialization and time away from your quiet, empty home.

For the first time you’re walking home with an extra perk in your step, your chest raised just a little higher at the prospect of a potential new friend. It’s almost like a smack in the face to those back in your home nation who had less than kind words for you when they discovered your plans to move.

“How could you possibly give up the life you have here? Don’t you consider that selfish?”

“I think you’re making a terrible mistake.”

“When you come crawling back to Fontaine, I’ll be sure to make a beautiful bride out of you–”

You’ll prove them wrong – whether they witness your success or not, you’re more than determined to live a fulfilling life away from the one you once knew.

The sun’s half-way set by the time you make your way to your apartment, a studio located above Chen the Sharp’s food vending stall. It’s a small space, something you’re still adjusting to, but you’re proud of the way you’ve shaped it into your own personal sanctuary of sorts.

You trudge up the creaky wooden steps towards your front door, squatting down halfway to greet the stray that’s seemingly made its home there. On multiple occasions you’ve offered the small gray cat entry to your apartment, but it has yet to accept your invitation.

Reaching the top step, you take a quick glance at your mailbox expecting nothing – as per usual – but instead your eyes land on a single, yellow envelope. It’s not hard to figure out where it’s from when you pick it up and spot the royal blue wax seal keeping its contents sealed.

“Great,” You huff, realizing that the novel you picked up from Wanwen Bookhouse isn’t the only thing that arrived on that ship from Fontaine today.

The letter is unceremoniously tossed onto your kitchen counter when you finally enter your home, refusing to even entertain those who sent it. It’s unsurprising that they discovered your new residence – you were quite honest when you announced that you’d be moving to Liyue, though of course you didn’t know where you’d be residing until you arrived.

It’s easy for you to forget about the envelope while preparing and eating dinner, taking your usual spot on the balcony, diving headfirst into your brand new novel. Not only that, but the plans you’ve made with your newest potential friend, Zhongli, has you looking forward to the days ahead for the first time in quite a while.

#zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #n.writings #ive never posted a multichap on tumblr so ill do my best to keep everything organized

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