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impactedfates · 1 year ago

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helloo there! can i request smth?? ^_^ could you do where the reader has crush on xiao but they are usually is very timid and shy/blushy around him.? they run away whenever he pops up! (xiao likes them back!) u can choose the rest tysm! :3 💗💗

★ A/N: Xiao is such a sweetie though, love him. I have him on my NA and he's like my only decently built character. I should really log back into there and take care of my characters.

☆ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Mutual Pining

★ Format: Short Fic (W.C: 904)

☆ Warnings: None (I think?)

★ Extra: Reader is the same height as Xiao // Xiao might be OOC // Traveler Lumine // Reader not from Liyue -> Moved there to start a business (You can choose) // Might be a bit messy sorry!

Shy Away - Xiao x GN! Reader

“You called?”

Spoke the adeptus appearing behind you and the blonde traveller. You yelped a bit and was quick to hide yourself behind Lumine who sighed out tiredly. She looked towards Xiao and attempted to move out of the way however you continued to stay behind her. Paimon could only watch in disappointment, looking towards Xiao who was confused.

“OH MY ARCHONS JUST-”

“NO”

And with that, you were quick to rush off, leaving a very flustered Lumine and Paimon and befuddled Xiao (who if you looked closely enough, he seemed almost…hurt?)

How’d it come to this? To you requesting help from Lumine and Paimon to confess your love to Xiao, yet when it came time too. You ended up rushing away from him like always.

Oh right, now you remember.

A few months back, you had met with Lumine when she came by to celebrate the Lantern Rite. You already knew Xiao at the time, it’d be weird if you didn’t. He was one of the adeptus of Liyue of course. It wasn’t until Lumine introduced you two properly that you found out he also knew you.

He’s not only heard of you from Shenhe and Ganyu but also during his patrol around Liyue, he would catch himself staring at you just a bit longer than needed. He’d always brush it off as.

“They moved here to start their business, I’m only keeping watch because they might be dangerous”

As if it hadn’t been a couple of years since you moved here. Zhongli was the first to point it out and the ex-geo archon could only chuckle as he witnessed his adeptus face become redder and redder.

When you two did properly meet, the feeling you two already semi had for each other only grew. When you found out you were falling for Xiao, you just could not bring yourself to tell him right away…leading you to many situations…

~~~~~~~~~~

You hummed to yourself a bit, sweeping the floor. Your eyes caught onto a jade necklace Xiao had gifted you for your birthday, with a small smile. You went over and took hold of it in your free hand.

Unintentionally, you must have whispered his name as the next thing you knew, you heard someone behind you and gently speak out your name. And despite you knowing who it was, perhaps your body acted before your mind as you quickly whipped around and nearly hit Xiao with the broom. He ducked and just looked at you in confusion and concern.

“...Are you okay [Name]? Are you hur-”

“AH, X-XIAO SORRY. BYE”

Was all you could muster before dropping everything and rushing out…of your own home…

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name]? Are you listening”

A hand waved in front of your face and when your eyes finally focused, your mind stopped the long day dream you had of how your life with Xiao could be like if you two were to date.

Then your eyes finally landed on Xiao who looked at you softly…his face inches away from yours, you fell back with a small yelp banging your head on the wall which Xiao was quick to check on you.

“S-sorry! I um, don’t w-worry about me”

“...You banged your head on the wall [Name]...are you able to answer what I asked you?”

“Oh! Yeah of course…yes I agree”

Xiao sighed softly, bringing a hand around to rub the back of your head to soothe the pain.

“I asked what flower was your favourite…”

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name] wait!”

He called, as he witnessed you run away again. He didn’t even do anything, nor did you. You just wanted to give him lunch of almond tofu you made yourself.

But the smile he gave you and how gently he took it from your hand, the slight touch as his hands grazed your own softly was perhaps too much for you, and before he could thank you, you had already run off.

He looked down on the ground, not wanting to possibly bother you. Zhongli came and stood beside him.

~~~~~~~~~~

This isn’t even talking about all the times you nearly embarrassed yourself in front of him or the amount of times you ran off thinking that’s the best thing you can do.

You’ve talked to Lumine and Paimon about it and eventually they had convinced you to confess to him. You’d call his name so he’d appear and Lumine and Paimon will be there to support you in the confession, so that’s what happened!

Which brings you back to now…hiding from him once again. You sat under a tree as you tried to cool down your face which was increasingly heating up…until a hand felt your forehead.

“...You’re heating up a lot”

Came an all too familiar voice. Your eyes met with Xiaos as he looked at you. You weren’t able to run away anymore. Your back was met with a tree and Xiao was in front of you. And you couldn’t just leave him without another explanation again could you?

“Sorry”

“For what?”

“Running off”

“It’s okay”

Silence filled the air as you two didn’t know what to say, before Xiao cleared his throat.

“...Lumine…she uh…”

“D-did she tell you?”

“She did…she said she was tired of you shying away…”

You silently cursed Lumine under your breath, but at the same time you knew if she didn’t say then you’d never be able to confess properly.

“...S-so?”

“I love you too”

Been working on this ever since I got it, decided to work on the smaller requests as well on the side fsrght

I hope this is okay! I might've missed some mistakes though...

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #Xiao x Reader #Xiao x You #Genshin Xiao #Genshin Impact Xiao #Xiao #Adeptus Xiao

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bluemoondust · 2 years ago

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Ooh Pantalone pining after a dragon hybrid… at first he thinks he wants their hoard, but he realizes he wants them and their treasure. He researches courting methods for their kind and tries to woo them, but behind the scenes he’s looking for a way to keep them subdued should his advances not work. Something that binds them into remaining in their more humanoid form, perhaps?

👀👀👀 I loved reading this concept.

Because of the fact that the Fatui seem to know who the Archons are, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch for Pantalone to ponder on what causes Zhongli to keep up his human form. It's just one thing to bare in mind, but it would have some use. Especially since the Geo Archon's true form is a dragon like yourself.

Of course you'd be extremely skeptical of Pantalone's intentions when he first arrives. It might either be due to your attachment to the many treasures you own or your wariness around humans in general. No matter which it is, you're suspicious of this man and his honey coated words.

He doesn't do anything in particular for a bit. It confused you why he hasn't tried to slay your or make off with your gold. A strange one indeed. You don't know why he keeps coming back with the intention to speak with you. The first visits, you're in your dragon form as a way to intimidate/warn him of what may come if he so much as thinks of sly tactics. Some time may pass before you decide to take on your human form (which still has elements of your true form as again, a reminder).

Of how marvelous you look standing in front of him. It beats having to constantly look up as you look down on him. Pantalone quite likes you like this. Maybe a little too much if he had to admit. He'd want you to stay in this form. Things would be much easier.

Speaking of binding, what if he found or someone discovered an item that could restrain beings like you? Of course it would only work on those who are on your level of strength, but Pantalone isn't looking to capturing anyone else but you. Another thing that could happen is that he has the aid of Dottore since the doctor has dealt with a dragon before, so he would be knowledgeable in this.

No matter how you react to his betrayal, which he wouldn't call it that, Pantalone still smiles at you with a gleam in his eyes (as he opens them to get a good look at you squirming to get out of your binds). Oh how lonely you look. And look darling, the chains are made of the gold you offered him. It just makes these all the more significant, right?

#☆moondust.answers☆#yandere pantalone

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cavalierious-whim · 2 years ago

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“Hey, Zhongli!”

Zhongli turns just in time to be pelted in the face by a clump of wet snow. He hisses, rearing back, clawing at his face, knocking the slush away. “Childe.”

“Oh, you haven’t called me that in a long time—”

“Celestia, above,” murmurs Zhongli. Frost clings to his eyelashes. His nose tingles and twitches, and his cheeks are ruddy and cold. “Cease your incessant—”

“A snowball fight,” cuts in Childe. When Zhongli looks he’s already balling up another clump of snow in his hands. “‘Tis the season,” he yells before tossing it.

Zhongli dodges this time, ducking low. He can’t help the growl that escapes his throat. He might not mind the cold but he doesn’t want to be pelted with it. The snowball hits the ground in a moist plop.

Childe says then, stretching out his arms, rotating them as if he’s winding himself up for more. “I’ll admit that this isn’t the best snow for it. Too wet and not powdery enough. It doesn’t pack well so you just get a sodden lump, not a nice, round shape. Not very aerodynamic.”

Zhongli shivers, shaking himself out. “Ajax—”

“Oh, so we’re back to my name? Come on, Zhongli. Let’s make it a game. Come at me.”

He will not. Zhongli stands there stubbornly, feet rooted to the earth. He tugs at his coat, straightening it. “I do believe that I requested a walk with you, not—”

Another snowball nails his cheek. An annoyed hisses. Boisterous laughter as Childe runs away, knowing full well that Zhongli won’t let him get away with it twice. He chases him following Childe’s scent into the trees, his nose assaulted by crisp evergreen pines and the salty spray of the ocean.

“Ajax, you can’t hide.”

Childe doesn’t answer, as expected. Zhongli picks his way through the brush, following his nose and instincts. Zhongli feels the thrum of Geo in the earth, which reacts to Childe in a similar way that he does—seeking him out, reaching for him.

A ripple of energy to the left. Zhongli darts, faster than any mortal feet, and Childe finds himself pinned to the frigid ground before either of them can think.

Zhongli pants, looking down at him. Childe laughs again, his breath puffing between them, steaming the air.

“You aren’t actually angry, are you?”

“Of course, not. I just prefer a warning before being watered down.” Zhongli shivers at the thought. “I’m sopping wet and cold.”

“You don’t get cold. Not like most people do, anyhow. This coat’s mostly for show.”

Zhongli huffs. He’s right but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. Zhongli still isn’t accustomed to this sort of weather. “I wonder if you brought the cold with you,” he teases. “Or, perhaps, you’ve angered the Tsaritsa—”

“Nah, she’d bring down a blizzard, not this. Or, maybe plunge Liyue into an ice age.” Childe’s fingers dig into the slush. “There’s barely an inch here and it won’t last. So, while it does—”

“Must you insist on such childish endeavors?”

“Yes,” says Childe with absolute sincerity. Then, he laughs, unable to contain himself. “Wait, wait, don’t get angry. Come here, you old lizard.”

Childe’s glove is damp and cold against his cheek, but Zhongli still leans into it. Then he dips low for a quick kiss. Too soon, they’ve righted themselves, back onto their feet and brushing sleet from their clothing.

“I just wanted to have some fun. I know things like this aren’t your speed, but live a little—oh fuck, that’s—that’s cold. Zhongli!”

Zhongli pulls his hand from Childe’s shirt collar, having just dumped a handful of snow right down the back of his shirt. “For the record,” he says, shaking his hand, droplets slinging everywhere, “I’m more than capable of having fun. I just like to be equipped for it. I’ll give you thirty seconds.”

“For what?” Childe’s teeth chatter as he pulls his shirt from his trousers to shake the snow out.

Zhongli scoops up more snow, mashing it into a misshapen ball. “To run, of course. Otherwise, you’re at a disadvantage.”

Childe pauses, his head tilted to the side. His mouth rounds into a little ‘o’ and then he smirks. “What do you think you’ve got on me? I was born in the snow.”

“Six thousand years,” says Zhongli dryly. And then: “You’ve already wasted—”

Childe turns and hightails it, ducking into the pine forest. Zhongli will win. They both know it.

The fun part is seeing how long Childe will last.

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silentmoths · 2 years ago

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As Fragile As a Brick Wall is absolutely stunning, and I cannot wait to read more of it. As someone with perpetual Zhongli brainrot, and a deep rooted love for royalty au’s, I am on my knees for you, mothy my love. The subtle world building? The slow burn? The sass? The pining??? I’m so down bad.

(Ps: If you want an editor/beta to help, I’d be happy to do so. I’ve been in a writing block lately so perhaps helping edit will get my gears grinding again.)

fjgshj aaa thank you <3 I'm so glad it's been so well recieved...wont lie i was super worried about backlash once I'd decided to orphan the fic i was working on it before.

but also I totally get that, royal AU's have so much POTENTIAL. Very seldom do I find myself getting bored with royal AU tropes, they're all yummy. <3

#silentmothasks #moth is not silent

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lychniis · 1 year ago

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⚘ — THIS PLACE IS QUIET ( AND I SEEK YOUR WARMTH ).

i. SYNOPSIS : it was an old hurt. it itches beneath your skin. it gnaws at your nerves and nags the back of your mind, wishing, demanding, pining so senselessly, so selfishly. you were human, a kinder part of you says, and why would and why should you feel so ashamed of wishing for something so necessary? or in which, you are starved, and he tries his best. ( neuvillette / zhongli x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : angst and comfort, implications of touch starvation, moving away from home ( neuvillette ) past grief, food as a love language ( zhongli ), everyone is affection starved here, heavily self indulgent like guys kjhghj i had a slump and i feel sad so here feel sad with me, hugs and kisses. NOT PROOFREAD.

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&& . neuvillette · ( it's a distance ; where you feel close yet so far )

i. THE FEELING SETS IN BEFORE YOU COULD COMPREHEND IT. It’s like a ghost — with its slow creeping, that gradual haunting that hovers over your head and turns your spine to ice. It’s in the way your hands shake, in how you wake up and miss that non existent warmth enveloping your body and wish for it through your blurry eyes ( you wish as much as you could, and you hope…hope it comes true ). It’s loneliness and it’s a bitter taste in every evident way.

Fontaine was new, despite years gone by and Fontaine was unfamiliar. The court held structures that made you feel small in its magnanimity, the waters were too clear a blue, the air smelled of distant smog. The most you have of home are the small things. A dish from your grandmother, a beaded bracelet from your cousin, all little somethings that lay scattered in your drawers ( and they were treasures, treasures that settle deep in your chest ).

Then there’s Neuvillette. A friend perhaps, for you were not sure what he considers you — who made your chest ache a new kind of ache. He made you long for a few more lasting moments, for his hands enveloping yours. He gifts you shells he finds on the beaches and talks about spring water and sea life. And you listen, for the loneliness runs deep and the itch beneath your skin, it screams.

Sometimes you think you see him stare for a little too long. At you, at your back, into your eyes. You wonder, you let yourself hope, you unearth old optimisms and think he knows that ache, that he wishes it too. Then the veil lifts and you see Neuvillette — polite, kind, gentle Neuvillette, who loves his melusine daughters while his gaze on you was of caution ( you were glass in his eyes, fragile, breakable, human ).

Selfish. You’re being selfish. Stop being selfish.

You tell yourself this every day, when you place his shells alongside your beaded bracelets. When you watch him stand in the rain, a stark and solitary figure in blue amidst grimey gray ( he looked so far away then ). So you long for it. You long for it silently as you turn over, starved, starved, starved as the silence grows clamorous and your ears ring and your chest feels heavy with lead and iron.

( You cry. You claw your hands into the bed. You try to feel something. You hug yourself in the dark. You tear everything apart till your palms are bloody and nothing is left, if only to justify feeling like an apparition in a world full of people.

You do none of these things ).

ii. LIFE MOVES ON AS IT ALWAYS DOES AND AS IT ALWAYS SHOULD. You do not. You cannot. You call out for them to slow down, you want to catch up. You run and run and run after them.

Nobody stops and you are left behind.

iii. NEUVILLETTE FINDS YOU AGAIN, like the river finds the ocean and the stars find the night. He speaks to you, for he has no one else but the melusine and he tells you about the flowers growing beneath his window and the birds trilling in his gardens. The little, human things he found fascinating and beautiful.

“Doesn’t it feel lonely?” you ask him one day, when you gather enough courage to be daring, to be blunt. He looks stunned as he considers it. Perhaps it was never brought to the surface before, when the people of Fontaine content themselves with his distance.

“It does.” he admits. “But what place does my bias have in court?” None, was the answer, but you do not want to say that.

“Then why are you speaking to me?” You ask. Why would he, when he looks upon human company with indecisiveness?

Neuvillette has no answer to give, but you see the way his eyes soften and how hesitance blooms forth. You see yourself in him, at least bits and pieces of it. You see his pining. You see the melancholy. It's the steady beat, the coming and going of the ocean. Its the distant blue line in the horizon. “Oh…” you mutter.

“Oh.” he echoes. He almost sounds like he’s teasing you. You look away ( your heart is in your throat. You want to kiss him ).

"Then…can I hug you?" You ask. "Even if it's just this once?"

"A hug?" He echoes. “Is that all you wish for?”

"A hug." You nod.

Neuvillette seems lost, and a little unsure. But he holds his arms out in acceptance. Your heart leaps in response, and your chest feels full, brimming, overflowing, falling into arms ( you were tearing up. You could hear that sated part of you weep ). The scent of petrichor hangs heavy around him, and he was warm, warmer than you expected, like sunned out sand on a beach.

Then he melts.

Neuvillette hugs you back with the air of a man deprived. You wonder how long he’s gone without a kind touch — decades? Centuries? You aren’t certain of it, you can’t bring yourself to imagine being so lonely for so long ( it feels stifling, like you were drowning. What was it like for him? Was it acrid air? The relentless heat? A pursuit of something so far away? ).

“Neuvillette. You’re holding me too tight.” you whisper but you don’t care. The itch was gone and that weight was gone and despite being squeezed into a bone crushing embrace, you feel like you could breathe again.

His hold on you relaxes. “My apologies. It’s just that…” A pause. You watch him think, pick out his words, make sense of this overwhelming deluge brimming in his eyes. He rests his chin on your shoulder. “This is nice.” he tells you.

It was.

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( i love how strong you are ; why can't i be too )

I. THERE WAS AN EMPTINESS IN THE FOOD YOU make. It lacks its cohesion, its warmth, the silent ‘i love you’ whispered when you take the first bite. You read over those recipes left behind with feverish obsession, down to its blotted corners and the ink splattered edges. You try again and take another step. And there was that absence, that hollow chest and you feel like breaking, falling apart, tearing into your heart with bloodied, phantom hands.

( Why couldn’t you do it right? )

Sometimes you wonder what Zhongli would think, when he sees you like this, hunched over the counter with a grip too tight as defeat hangs strong from your back. You wonder if he pities you, when he holds you aloft to his chest, if he thought this was pointless, childish, unnecessary. But he says nothing, his presence soft comfort and his touch, steady reliance. You tell yourself to calm down. You take a dep breath. You let it go.

It’s been years. Months upon months, weeks upon weeks, days upon days. You're taking too long, they say. It happened ages ago, they say. You feel slow, vulnerable, picked apart as they point out the disparity and talk about them with such ease. You could hardly bring a word out of your mouth without stopping, without pulling yourself together, without thinking of the way the warm life in their hands faded.

The pain never left. It festers like a dull ache at the back, like a forgotten itch that blooms on bad days. It stays, evolving through the tides, changing itself while it's claws stay obstinate in clinging on.

The pain never left, it was still there and with every failure to emulate that old, comforting taste, it shows it's ugly face and smiles.

There is an emptiness in the food you make. It lacks its cohesion and warmth.

You feel the same way.

Empty.

II. ZHONGLI USUALLY COOKS DINNERS when time permits. He prepares soup from fresh bamboo shoots and Springvale boar. He folds his dumplings with practiced ease. He wipes away the residual grains of rice from your cheeks with a soft smile. To him, it's as easy as breathing, with centuries of practiced ease stemming from a fleeting interest.

"Are you hungry?" He asks when he spies you poring over papers. Stacks and stacks of it, teetering above you like mountains of yore. You looked so small there, half buried beneath your anger, your sadness, the knowledge that that time of the year slowly creeps forth like a prowling beast. You wonder what flowers you should take when you go to wash their grave. Maybe silk flowers. Maybe lilies. Maybe nothing at all.

( No, you cannot do that. )

You look at him and nod. You help him set the table and season the last of the meal. When he brings the food over, you wordlessly dig in. It tastes good. It tastes warm. It tastes like what Zhongli feels like — grounding, subtle, welcoming.

You don't realize you're trembling till he kisses your forehead with a gentle "I'm here." ( there were no tears. you don't think you have any left ).

III. "SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME." You tell Zhongli one day, lifting the pot up to the stove. “Zhongli, is there something wrong with me?”

“It’s all a matter of perspective. You are a little more upset with their death anniversary a few days away. But I don't think something’s wrong with you.” A straight laced answer, as you come to expect. Zhongli was direct, as direct as his contracts, with little room for fine print and lies steeped and gilded in gold. He was the clarity in polished gems. You know you could trust his word more than anything else in the world.

Your silence draws a concerned gaze. He grasps your chin and turns your face to him and his touch; it feels like warm pinpricks and you lean into it despite it all.

“I still can’t help but think there is something wrong.” you admit. “I cannot get their recipes right…i miss them…i miss their food, i miss their hugs, and our talks, and their jokes…” you falter, then shake your head. “It’s been years.” you know that.

Years.

Years dedicated to recovery and mending your broken heart of losing the few good things you felt you had. But with every trickle of lacquer between the fissures, a new one seems to obstinately grow and you’re left with a sticky mess of gold and shattered pieces in your hands.

“Zhongli…how do you do it? How do you live knowing you won’t see her again?”

Guizhong was always an open secret between the two of you, the moon to his sun, the most gentle of gods. He spoke of her fondly, with the lilt of her lover and he looks at you and whispers those words; she would have loved you, did you know that. She would have loved you just as much as I do. Guizhong was sacred, just as much as they were. A someone lost to tragedy and a someone you idly think of with an enduring sadness ( that poor woman ).

Zhongli’s hands cease chopping the vegetables. You think you asked the wrong thing.

“I miss her every day.” he admits. “I see her in the Glaze Lilies by the marsh. I see her in the ruins of Guli plains. I see her in Liyue, in its finest details, in its motifs that she crafted with such care…” he pauses. “It’s an ache that will never go away, dear heart.”

His brushes her hand over your chest, above that beating organ nestled in your ribs. “It will never go away. The world, your life, the way you wish to live it; it will all change along with it. Maybe it will be too minuscule to notice, maybe the shift will be a large one. I could never recreate Guizhong's brilliance much like you cannot recreate their recipes to the perfection your memories entail…but I will say this: never berate yourself for letting yourself feel.”

The tears prick at your eyes. You rarely cry. You never try to. You always push them back for the world has little need for them.

“I’ll be next too.” you realize.

“You will.” he nods. There is a sad smile on his lips.

You break ( You’ll be next. You’ll leave him to walk this road, you’ll leave him with this pain that he must live with. You’ll leave him ). “I’m sorry.” you gasp, your throat constricting and your vision blurring. You think your screaming, as your vocals stress and strain and snap and quiver like they’re being pulled too hard and fast like a rubber band. “I’m so sorry—”

Zhongli kisses your lips, then your forehead.

“It’s alright.” he assures you. “Love, let me have you while I can…as you will have me.”

You press your face into his chest. Zhongli smiles as he hands you a bowl of his soup. He feeds you when your hands shake too much. He whispers comfort in your ears. And you grasp his fingers when you are done, kissing his knuckles with a shaky sigh. He promises to help you pick out the flowers. He offers to help you wash their grave.

“I’ll try to stay.” you whisper. “For as long as i can” and you will. You want to. You need to.

Perhaps you should try cooking again tomorrow. Perhaps you should make something for him, something despite it’s imperfections.

Something he can remember you by.

Zhongli shuts his eyes. He looks golden against the setting sun.

You’ll keep that promise.

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inhumanheresy · 1 year ago

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“What, a few thousand years’ worth of memories to shuffle through in your brain shouldn’t be any issue for the vaunted Morax, now should it?” he teases with a flash of eyeteeth, adjusting his sitting position so that his legs scream less. The god’s lifespan extends back into the mists of history and then past into legend; that Morax can remember all those years and with clarity enough to recall is, to Tartaglia, more proof of that godhood than the molten gold lines striking straight and precise across his skin or the brute strength hidden beneath them.

He hums at Morax’s question, thinking back on all the studying he’d done on Liyue’s history and on Morax specifically to recall where he’s heard it before. “There’s a few old legends of Rex Lapis that mention a lord of vishaps — or a ‘great ruler of the earth’, ‘father of vishaps’, ‘greatest of the mountain dragons’, that sort of thing.

"There were a few different names used, and given the age of the tales, I wasn’t able to confirm whether those were all the same or different translations by the authors. Alas, any talk of battles in those books was more poetic than practical. Not that I don’t enjoy a good spun tale, but at the time, I was looking for solid information on Rex Lapis.”

The teacup he receives from Zhongli’s hands warms his own, the heat sinking into his flesh and loosening the taut-strung muscles of his fingers and palms. The scent that drifts up doesn’t contribute to relaxation, but that is only to be expected, both from the tea itself and the memories of family the smoky aroma and taste conjure.

He takes a sip, hmmm-ing low and satisfied at the sweet, pine-smoke taste and the warmth, both for their own merit as well as the distraction from his body that the tea provides, and glances over the top of the heavy iron cup at Morax before taking another sip.

“There aren’t many stories of you fighting alongside others that I know of.”

Propaganda, most likely — to believe that their patron deity is capable of crushing all others single-handedly would have inspired the people of Liyue all those years ago, and even the modern Liyuan stands strong in their belief that Rex Lapis was immovable to the end. Or perhaps the reason for the lack of those legends is that only a few survived the erosion of centuries, much less millennia.

The lapsang swirls potent and pure over his tongue, and Tartaglia resolves to bring Morax a jar of jam next time to show him how the Snezhnayans drink it. “Do you believe the similarities would lie in the way your battle and mine were fought, or only in the depth of knowledge and friendship that the combatants shared between them?”

morax watches the other man in earnest as he approaches the low tea table— as always, familiar and perfectly set— and settles before him, making a point to close his eyes as he does, breathing the drifting steam in. he embraces this so-called test, though it is hardly one in truth. it is merely a game they have begun to play, one he will undoubtedly win... though winning, in this instance, is not really the point.

of course, it does not take him long to narrow his guesses. and morax's gaze never strays from him throughout, seemingly entranced by the long pause taken to consider. and when the final answer is given, his head dips affirmative in acknowledgement, a gentle laugh leaving him, lips quirking, amused. " i had a feeling this particular choice wouldn't take you very long. i'm glad to see i was correct. i hope its familiarity is welcome to you. "

he relaxes then, settling back as they wait, patient. art, after all, should not be rushed. then listening again, he nods, huffing a quiet laugh this time in receiving such an wonderfully expected answer... and in understanding, too. " so i do. " his arm cross over his chest, thoughtful. his tone, though, remains pointedly light, almost teasing. " you ask much of me to go back so far, but... i can certainly think of a few. "

though he is not, technically, the god of war... it is not without reason that the misnomer found him and remains among those old enough to remember throughout all these years. it is easy— now, at least— to look back and almost see himself as brutish in his stubbornness, in his unwillingness to bend often leading to shows of likely unnecessary force. still, he rarely finds that he would have acted differently. perhaps it is simply a part of his nature, unmovable; rarely has he come to truly know remorse.

" are you familiar with the lord of the vishaps? " he asks, noting then that the tea is ready. he reaches out, inhumanly graceful in his movements, as he continues and carefully serves. " if i had to guess, i would wager that battle might share some similarity, though i did not fight alone in it. we were friends once, in the years before. "

#|| a polar star in darkest depths ; ajax #inkbloodcd #|| inkbloodcd ; morax #|| t ; assumptions #//I do so love them just conversing over tea; no tension only a quieter moment in the chaos of his life

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zhongrin · 11 months ago

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𒆙 the warrior god

part 1/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ gn!reader, young boyfailure morax (well, not exactly, but you see traces of it if you squint-), pining (both ways), fluff, slight gore, major character death

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𝓏ealousness was a quality that, most of the time, would not come to you unless you were in a very high spirit, all due to your cautious and shy nature. besides, would it not be unbecoming for a mortal such as yourself, to derive so much excitement over a deity you were not supposed to serve?

…. well, alright, one could say that technically, you were - though not exactly directly.

no, you were lady guizhong’s closest confidant despite being a mortal. so much so that people would sometimes refer to you as her priest/ess. it was an unofficial title that normally you would have prided yourself in, but right now, it was the very source of your dilemma.

but could anyone really blame yourself? surely any mortals would get at least a little bit excited when the apple of their eye’s birthday was right around the corner? shouldn’t one appreciate such occasions even more now, as the archon war was escalating? you could die tomorrow, so you might as well live to the fullest today, assuming it would be your last, right?

“uhm… m-my lord?“ you inwardly cursed the very lips that uttered the embarrassing stammer, but you braved yourself to look up at him, and immediately you were lost in those pools of amber eyes.

somehow, you could always spot something in his eyes - an abstract emotion you couldn’t describe nor comprehend, ever since the first time he laid his sight on you. perhaps it was an unfathomable emotion only gods could feel, just like how they would act outside mortals’ rationality; just like the very first time he met you and gifted you smooth and shiny pebbles with the prettiest patterns, along with other minerals that glittered and shimmered just like the cor lapis lining his back.

you heard the soft call of your name, and you realized you had been caught staring. ogling. at the close companion of the very god you were serving.

oh celestia swallow me whole.

“ah! oh- my- my sincere apologies, how could i dare- please forgive this foolish mortal’s ill manners!” you apologized profusely, body bent in a deep bow, frazzled mind half contemplating to grovel onto the ground to hide your burning face.

“please, there is no need to be so apologetic when you’ve done no offense,” he said, and though you could not hear it from his voice, had you looked up that very moment, you would have seen the slightest pink dusting his cheeks. “ahem… what is it that you require? is everything alright? if anything is inconveniencing you, i will make sure they’re taken care of.”

“your dedication to the people and your duties are as admirable as ever, my lord… we’re all always thankful of your tireless work in maintaining the people amidst these tumultuous times.”

“oh,” the benign expression slipped a little from his face, giving way to a brighter blush and a wider smile. his chest puffed like a proud sandhill crane, the deity cleared his throat, “of course. it’s my duty, after all. but your apt observation and kind words are appreciated.”

“… and… well… if this mortal may be excused for yet another impertinent action…,” you inhaled deeply before presenting the box you had been clutching to your chest towards the wide-eyed deity, “w-will you please accept this humble offering?”

“….. for… me?” the cluelessness in his voice was far too endearing, it tugged your heartstrings almost painfully. the gold of his fingers pulsing as he slowly reached out to grasp the box as if it was the most fragile glass that could shatter with the slightest push.

“yes- well- this time, unlike the previous years, you couldn’t have any banquets, so i thought- uhm- you know- i just…. wanted to wish you a happy birthday….”

oh celestia swallow me whole NOW.

his fingers, despite glowing with the power of geo, shook slightly as he unlocked the latch of the box with the most care you had ever seen someone muster to open such a simple contraption. you then heard his breath hitch at the sight of a golden hair clip, perfectly matching the pattern of his outfit, sitting on top of a velvet cushion.

“….,” your lord was silent for far too long, and you decided if celestia did not answer your call, you would instead dive headfirst into your blankets back home to wallow in shame.

“then!!! i must uh- prepare some tea for madam guizhong! so if you’ll excuse me-”

“thank you.”

“— i- huh…… y-yes?”

“thank you for your thoughtfulness."

“…... oh… but of course… you’re welcome… my lord…”

the warrior god- no… your protector god was as good-hearted as he was good-looking, there was no doubt about that. anyone could look at him and they would've felt their hearts flutter when they saw his magnificent form. but there was no mistaking the giddy and smitten feeling flooding your chest as he directed such a genuine, joyful smile to you.

i love you.

…. and as the foreseen war raged the very next day - as you felt the arrows sinking into your vitals and your life essence soak into the trembling cracking breaking ground, you clutched the stone pendant within your hands as your eyes slowly fluttered shut.

you had no regrets.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺

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reinepadova · 4 years ago

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To Be Seen

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"It is said the Glaze Lily blooms in full in the presence of pure, beautiful music. For one, who have never sang for herself, is unaware of the singular attention glowing golden orbs are giving her from afar."

“Mei? What's wrong? Aren't these the ones you want?”

A small whine sounded, rejecting the assumption. A little girl, with large pigtail buns, clutched at a woman's skirt, rubbing her chubby cheek on it for comfort. She stared down fixatedly at the small cluster of flower buds, disappointment swathed her whole demeanor.

The odd pair have been travelling over the terraced fields since morning, hoping to catch the elusive 'special' flowers in full bloom. The little girl insisted its important for her intimate family event.

“Mei wants flowers to open. But Mei can't sing good.”

Stella softened her expression, placing a careful hand on the top of the girl's head. “Sing?”

Mei rubbed at her eyes with a wrist, before looking up at her lady companion, doe-eyed, sniffing when she felt the soothing caress. “Mm! Singing makes lilies open. Mei wants them open.”

Stella took a glance at the small patch, skeptical but curious. “Lilies... You mean Glaze Lilies? Why didn't you say so. I've seen some back at the Harbor. But since we're here already, we could visit Ms. Bai. She always has them in full bloom, unlike these ones. Flowers need to acclimate to any change in their environment. We need to prepare them carefully. We could spend the night at the village? Would you like that? Do you want me to help you buy some? I have extra mor--”

Mei shook her head stubbornly, pigtails fairly bouncing, unconsciously crushing the cloth under her tiny hands. “No! No! Mei wants these lilies. Gran-gran said they different. They special! They different colour, and smell really nice, and shine like mora when moon is round and big. Mei wants these for Gran-gran. Gran-gran took care of Mei good when mama and papa went to sky. Mei is very sad, but Mei is happy Gran-gran is with mama and papa. They take care of each other now. Mei wants them to know that Mei is okay. They don't... they don't need to worry about Mei anymore.” The little girl turned away, resting her forehead on Stella's thigh, shoulders shaking from feebly holding back her emotions. Stella held the little girl's head, while her other hand went to rub at her small back.

All was silent and serene. The early evening light was shadowed by passing clouds. The flower patch kept their treasure, resolute and undetered by small, quiet sobs. Stella though, stared in contemplation, the dainty fingers on Mei's back tapping along with her thoughts.

--{-}--

“Thank you for your hospitality, Chief. We're grateful for it. Especially... ”

Granny Ruoxin hummed, moving away from the doorway. “It's one thing to awaken from a bad dream. It's another to tire yourself to sleep from a bad reality. Poor child.” The village chief paused before catching Stella's gaze. “I'll do my rounds one last time at the pagoda before I turn in for the night. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I still have leftover Sunshine Sprat.” The elder's eyes softened, looking over at Mei. “You're a kind child, Ms. Stella. Watching over an orphan.”

Stella shook her head, turning back to her charge, tucking in the blankets again to hide her discomfort.

No one has called her kind before. Then again, no one really got close enough to try.

“It's the least I could do. Her grandmother was just as kind when she took me in when I felt lost in the world.” Felt lost in this world, Stella thought.

But Granny Ruoxin didn't need to know that.

Turned away, Stella was unaware of the mysterious smile on the elder's face. “I see. I hope then your stay would bring you only happy memories, with no regrets.”

Stella pivoted in her seat, puzzled, but only met with an empty doorway to her shared room with Mei.

--{-}--

The moon was bright but gentle, it's rays shined down a path Stella avoided methodically, less she finds herself engaged with the sluggish slimes nearby. With the energy gained from the Sprat dish, she dashed, momentum unrelenting despite the random outcrop of glowing rocks and uneven ground.

Closing in on the familiar flower patch, she did a quick sweep of the area before slowing down. With treasure hoarders around, it doesn't hurt to be careful, she thought. She summoned her Black Tassel, just in case. Those slimes are relentless when they want to be.

When she felt the field was clear after a few more minutes of surveillance, she relaxed her stance and shut her eyes. At the first sign of cloud cover, she began.

《Dark is night, endless sea》

《Gather stars, shining brighter》

《I beg thee, oh flowers bloom》

《Dark is night, cloudless breeze》

《Tender warmth, love from your eyes》

《I beg thee, oh flowers bloom》

Stella kept her voice soft, repeating the words she never sang out loud, but which she still treasured deeply.

《From my heart, I cherish thee》

《Welcome home, dancing in your arms》

《Joyful laughs, and sweet surprise》

《Hear me please, do not flee》

《Hear my song, hear my plea》

《I beg thee, open your heart》

《And eternity》

《Gather stars, shining brighter》

《I beg thee, oh flowers bloom》

Stella's heart raced, even as her song ended. She tightened her grip on her polearm. She took a deep breath, afraid of being disappointed when she opens her eyes.

It was a... very long time since she had reason to sing. Being a stranger, an alien, to this vast, bustling world – it felt daunting. Terrifying. Especially when she woke up in ancient ruins and mighty machines greeted her with sights set to kill her. She survived of course, but not without injury. It was only by chance, when she collapse on a bank in one of the rivers in Dihua Marsh, that a kind old lady with her granddaughter found her on the way to Mt. Qingce from Wangshu Inn.

「I... wish not to...burden you. More than... you already are. But. Please. This is... all I ask.」

「...」

「Please. Take care of...Take care of Meilin...」

「...Rest, gran-gran. You need your sleep.」

「...will...you? Take care of Mei? Please...」

「...Yes. Yes, I will. I promise.」

Stella took another deep breath, steadying her nerve, straightening her stance.

If this is the way. If this could be one of the ways she could honor her promise...

Stella opened her eyes.

--{-}--

An elegant, gloved hand picked up Slime Concentrate, silently placing a vial of it away. A man stood up, not a hair or thread out of place, despite the congregation of slimes that almost overwhelmed him from the sheer amount that had been attracted to this area. He paid it no mind though, for he was rewarded with a rare performance not seen or heard in so many centuries. He felt shamed for neglecting to remember such an experience right away, involving these particular Glaze Lilies. Surprised was he, not thinking they would flourish here compared to their usual spot further up the terraces.

His amber eyes watched, fixated, as the woman with the silvery voice that could launch a thousand demons stood in bewilderment, understandably surprised she was able to cause the rare, Gilded Glaze Lilies to open in full bloom, despite the deep cover of clouds, and the presence of an audience of two. A slight breeze brushed against her face and through the thick locks of her hair, waking her from her stupor. She slowly kneeled down, a hand stayed on her weapon, while another gently touched the tips of one shining petal.

Hm. These variants have always been fickle. Even with their previous caretaker, he mused, chin now resting on a curled finger. But who is this wonderful singer?

Shall I introduce myself?

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A/N: This scenario came to mind faster than I expected today. Hope I keep this up.

If you’re wondering how to sing with the lyrics, use the ‘Iruna Eteluro’ song from Mahoutsukai no Yome series. The lyrics are inspired by the English lyrics made by a YTuber called Caroline Makes Music

#zhongli x female OC #To Be Seen #curious zhongli #pining zhongli perhaps #polearm wielding OC #zhongli #fanfiction #omniscient archon #zhongli x OC #companion mini exuvia

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myuni-moon · 2 years ago

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#just date already

―synopsis: so maybe you were doing things only best friends weren't supposed to ft. diluc, xiao, thoma, zhongli

―warnings: modern!au, romantic tension, mutual pining, mentions of unrequited love and jealousy(thoma), consumption of alcohol and slightly suggestive(zhongli)

—note: i had my sister give the names of four genshin men, hence the current lineup

— diluc

the tension that danced along your fingertips every time both of you even came close to brushing against each other’s hands never ceased to make your face feel warm each time it happened. there was just something about the closeness between you two that was enough to let the side of your palms stumble against the others' and the way your fingers inched ever so closely. you didn’t know if it was ever on purpose, or if he even noticed the implications that he was doing something that crossed the boundaries of anything platonic.

still, you’d never felt more anxious and invigorated in your entire life than when you danced across that line of being friends and lovers.

like now, as you shared a blanket on a movie night, it was no different. your arms were pressed against each other by the time the credits started rolling, but none of you paid enough attention to even switch to another one or do something else than sit there with your best friend. because right underneath the cottony fabric, your pinkies linked for the first time. oh god, you thought as your heart rate sped up by the minute. in the dim lighting, you could only roughly make out the red tinting diluc's ears, and you could do nothing but accept the shift in your relationship.

it only got more intense as you managed to lock eyes with him, and you swore his crimson irises made roses of the same shade bloom in your lungs. then you glanced at his lips, just a quick look. and it hit you square in the face:

yeah, best friends didn't hold hands and think about kissing one another.

— xiao

your friends always wondered why you never dated xiao, your roommate and longtime friend; and time and time again, you've explained to them that he was your best friend before redirecting the conversation to someone else's love life. that was most definitely just a coverup for the fact that you've been crushing on him for the longest time.

your feelings for him only amplified when he showed up while you were on an outing with the aforementioned friends. he'd appeared on his motorbike, leather jacket and all, as he parked upfront of the cafe you decided to go to. your friends spotted him first, nudging you the minute he took his helmet off to reveal his handsome face. you’d stumbled out the door to greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, flustered at his sudden arrival. as always, his countenance was blank and perhaps mildly passive-aggressive to any bystander; however, you could tell that there was no aggression behind his eyes. your gaze drifted from his face to his hand which held a paper bag.

"the forecast said it might rain. you said you'd be here with your friends, and i came to drop this off just in case." he handed it to you gently. as you looked inside, you could spot an umbrella and one of his jackets. instantly, you felt a flutter in your gut. your heart palpitated the moment after; whether it was from the fact that he cared or he was willing to lend you his clothes, you didn't know.

nonetheless, you thanked him for his kindness. "thank you so much, xiao. you didn't have to do this, you know?" the male shook his head from side to side, dismissing you.

"no need to thank me. it'd be unfortunate if you ever got sick." as monotone as it might have sounded, you knew that xiao meant what he said. there's a lilt in his voice, one only you seem to have noticed, that betrayed all the softness he truly had in his body.

before your interaction came to an end and you both said your intentions to see each other later, you had tapped his shoulder just as he readied to put his helmet back on. you're not quite sure was possessed you at the moment, but you planted a kiss on his cheek before dashing back into the cafe where your friends would surely interrogate you and leaving xiao to watch your form withdrawing.

as he gently pressed his fingers towards the patch of skin your lips had grazed and his stomach swirled with something completely foreign to him, there was one thing on his mind.

best friends don't give each other butterflies.

— thoma

there was an icky green feeling that was instilled in you whenever people ogled at your best friend. it was no secret that the blond was attractive. with such a sweet personality and a house-husband aura, it shouldn't have been surprised when he started being chatted up on one of your grocery outings (thoma's idea after he figured you weren't going out as much as you should. you guys did it every week since then).

still, you could do nothing but hold your tongue. you were just his best friend after all, and there was no way he would be interested in you. you didn't even know his type, the more you thought about it. you shook your head, brushing off your feelings in favor of getting back to your task at hand.

you could only huff as you eyed the cereal box on the top shelf. normally, thoma would be the one to grab it for you, but he was clearly busy with other endeavors which left you to do it yourself. you looked around, wondering if there were any staff that could help you reach it. luck was definitely not on your side as you found the whole aisle empty with the exception of you. with a heavy heart, you decided to hop around until you could reach it. amidst your (failing) efforts, a kind stranger had reached up and handed you the box. you thanked them, flustered and scratching at your neck at how embarrassing it might have been to picture yourself jumping around the grocery to reach a simple cereal box.

this would not go unnoticed by thoma, not when he finally rounded the corner to see you acting shy. a strange sight and perhaps an unwelcomed one by the way he found his eyebrows furrowed and gaze hard on the floor the moment the two of you made it back to your apartment.

"who was that?" he inquired as you fixed up your pantry with thoma passing you each product. you hummed in response, curious at who he could've been referring to. "the one that you were with when you got the cereal."

just as you slid your favorite biscuits into the cabinet, you raised a brow before turning towards thoma who leaned against the island counter. you couldn't help but catch his aggravated expression. "dunno. they just helped me get the box. why?"

"you know you could've just called me over."

"you were busy talking. i didn't want to disturb you. did it bother you?"

it did. it really did if thoma was honest. there was something about the way that you didn't ask him to help when you knew he'd always put you first that just rubbed him the wrong way. even more so when you relied on a stranger that was too close for comfort, to thoma at least. he looked at the same cereal box from earlier that glared at him from just across the kitchen island; he shrugged. "you guys just looked kind of close there is all."

you tilted your head, "were you jealous?"

ok, best friends don't get jealous.

— zhongli

you didn't think the alcohol would be so strong. then again, what did you expect when it came from childe of all people? maybe it was your fault for trusting the ginger when he said that it was just mild and the fact that you didn't take into account that mild in snezhnaya meant "definitely-going-to-make-you-wasted-five shots-later" in liyue.

so there you were with your longtime friend, zhongli, absolutely drunk out of your mind in your apartment. maybe a bottle later and a drunken confession later, and you found yourself in your best friend's lap with your hands around his neck, his breath hot on your skin. you didn't exactly know what lead you two to that moment, but breaking whatever tension you had between you two when you were sober had been way overdue.

a blush had spread on his cheeks, whether it was from your compromising position or the alcohol— you couldn't really tell. his hands clenched by his sides, fingers digging into the skin of his palm as he balled them into fists. your hands, however, had long found their way to the sides of his neck until they had situated their place to caress his jaw.

"zhongli," his name came out as breathy from your mouth, "kiss me."

ever the gentleman he was (even while under the influence of a great amount of alcohol), he declined. "you're not sober."

you whined, and zhongli had never felt his body heat up so much. his adam's apple bobbed as you pressed yourself even more against him; by this time, zhongli had managed to snake his hands up to your wrist to keep you from getting any closer and effectively keeping you roughly an inch or two away from his lips. your struggling came right afterward, your body trying to wiggle against his grip.

"if i let you, you'll hate me tomorrow."

a huff passed your lips, brows still furrowed and a pout on your lips. your body momentarily halts as your eyes trailed from his mouth up to his eyes. his eyes of gold that looked at you pleadingly, almost paralleling your own desires for your companion. your front teeth nibbled on your bottom lip.

"no, i won't, and you know it too, zhongli. how long are we going to keep doing this until we finally cave?" you really did have a point, but perhaps that was just the liquid courage that finally made zhongli relent to the fact that there was indeed something between the two of you. something he'd turned a blind eye to because out of everyone in his life, you're the one person he'd never want to lose. he never wanted to risk your presence over something as foolish as his feelings for you.

so he stared back at you silently, heart threatening to give out when you eventually started to tear up from his lack of response. at that moment, panic overtook him for the first time in a long time; zhongli has never made you cry before— not even accidentally or indirectly. he's seen you cry, but he's never seen you cry because of him.

before he knew it, his body moved on his own purely out of instinct to what he thought could console you. the next thing he knew, his lips were on yours with all the grace of two drunk idiots in love, and your hands had found purchase on his shoulders once his hands migrated to your hips. just like that, something finally clicked in his brain after years of choosing to ignore it: you definitely weren't just friends.

best friends don't just kiss.

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abyssruler · 2 years ago

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5 SUNDAYS OF KINKTOBER

1ST MASS ♱ zhongli x fem!reader x raiden ei

homily — you’ve been the most devoted servant of the anemo archon since the end of the war, not noticing the heated looks by two gods that have followed you for millennia. in your moment of loss at the sudden slumber of barbatos after the battle with durin, they don’t hesitate to take the opportunity to convert you to their religion.

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fem afab reader, dubcon, power imbalance, sub reader, praise, subtle manipulation, fingering, oral f-receiving, dom ei and zhongli, implied venti x reader

5 sundays of kinktober

Lingering stares, stolen glances, and every excuse taken to see even a single glimpse of you.

If Morax and Beelzebub’s affections for the Anemo Archon’s priestess could be summed up into a few measly words, it would be that. Were Barbatos a more sharing god, perhaps he wouldn’t have left his two good acquaintances to pine hopelessly for his most devout follower for the better part of two thousand or so years.

He is not someone who lacks empathy, nor someone who could even be called possessive, but there is something so delightful about the idea of depraving two gods of your attention, that which only he is permitted to have.

Alas, such greed and mischief will be his undoing.

“Sleep well, My Lord. I shall await your awakening however many centuries it may take.”

(Barbatos wakes up five hundred years later to his friend corrupted by the Abyss and the knowledge that his once-devoted priestess is now the wife of two Archons. He hears the tale of how two nations nearly went to war for your hand, but the only thing on his mind is how it would have been three had he been there.)

✧

In the aftermath of the Cataclysm, you are left adrift.

There is no room for you in Mondstadt, where people will gawk and bow in reverence for the mythical figure of Barbatos’ High Priestess in the flesh. Dvalin is to be left to heal in peace and recuperate from his fight. Your Archon has fallen into a deep slumber, and while you are happy to wait for him to wake up, your mind seeks to find something else to occupy it.

Much like the wind your god favors, you wander across the land sculpted by your god aimlessly.

That is, until the winds come bearing news of the death of Baal.

✧

Beelzebub startles when you appear before her in a flash of golden leaves, bearing the scent of your homeland and something else that is entirely unique to yourself.

It isn’t your place to comfort gods, but she is a dear friend and not simply the shadow she always insists on being.

“Ei,” it’s the first time you use her true name (it won’t be the last), “I am sorry for your loss.”

And so much more than that. She has lost her sister, her companions, and has suddenly been thrust into the role of an Archon whilst her nation suffers the aftermath of the destruction that Khaenri’ah’s monsters left.

It is a heavy burden, even for a god. You would know — Barbatos had often lamented to you in the past few millennia how difficult being an Archon was, let alone being an Archon in the fallout of a war.

She approaches cautiously as first, as if unable to believe that you are truly here and not guarding Mondstadt as you so often are found to be doing. You take the initiative and offer your hand.

Her fingers close around your palm tightly. She’s shaking, you realize, so you offer your other hand with the promise of comfort.

She takes it and never lets go.

✧

Ei, you find, is a very clingy friend.

She insists you hold her hand and accompany her to every little outing and event that she needs to attend as the god of Inazuma. At night, she asks you to hold her while she pretends to fall into a deep slumber. You let her arms wrap around you, unable to say that you know she’s not asleep. She is grieving in her own way, you tell yourself, let her have this. Even if her touches linger a moment too long and her hands roam places they shouldn’t.

Your soft heart and the principles engrained into you by your god tells you of kindness and the need to help others even at the cost of yourself.

Her hand brushes against the swell of your breasts.

Let her have this.

✧

A letter bearing the seal of Liyue comes during the fifth month of your stay in Inazuma.

Ei looks up from where she nestled her face into your shoulder, shifting to get a better look at the letter and, in turn, shifting you as well from your place on her lap.

It is a thing close friends do, you tell yourself and ignore the intimate connotations such actions would bring up.

“Morax is inviting me for tea. He says he has missed my company terribly in the past few years we haven’t seen each other.”

Her grip on your waist tightens for an infinitesimal moment.

She is reluctant to let you go.

✧

With Liyue comes spring and the Lantern Rite Festival that will be celebrated for the first time since the end of the Cataclysm.

Morax is as imposing as ever in his white robes and the majestic golden horns that rests at the top of his head like a crown. He welcomes you to his side with a smile, guiding you to your seat with a hand on the small of your back that lingers for a second too long to be appropriate.

You let it slide, just as you’ve let many of his and Ei’s accidents over the past.

He makes for pleasant company, but the winds in the mountain have been strangely upset. One particular strong gust of wind tips the dainty cup of tea over, liquid spilling and dripping down the table and onto the dress you had saw fit to wear on your trip to the land of contracts.

Morax apologizes for the state of the weather today, but you reassure him that all is well.

“I suppose this was my Lord’s way of telling me to wash away the dirt of my travels. I apologize, Morax, but it seems we shall have to cut our tea session short.”

He tells you that it’s alright, suggesting a place for you to bathe in and hinting at a meeting between the two of you again tomorrow. “Perhaps, since Barbatos is no longer looking over your shoulder, I might give you a tour around Liyue?”

“That would be lovely!”

✧

You feel eyes resting on your naked form as you immerse yourself in the cold river water.

You tell yourself that you are in the wilderness, there are bound to be animals and all kinds of avian out and about, curious what the new scent of dandelions and sakura blossoms are.

Gold flashes upon your periphery, but when you turn to look, there is nothing but shrubs and trees within sight.

✧

You spend more time in Liyue than you did in Inazuma.

And when it was time to leave to return to your nation, he refuses you.

✧

Morax, unlike Ei, is a different sort of clingy.

Where Ei was soft, hesitant touches that lingered but never stayed, hidden stares and roaming hands when she thinks you aren’t paying attention; Morax is as hard and unmoving as the element he rules over.

“Please, Morax, I hardly think this is appropriate...”

And it is telling how much gravity those words hold, given how you never spoke such words to Ei no matter how much her hands swept over your breasts and thighs and lingered dangerously close to that one spot between your legs.

“Is it?” he asks, breath ghosting over the skin of your neck, sharp teeth brushing over the sensitive spot but never clamping down—yet. “I should think this constitutes as a simple activity between friends. Or was Beelzebub wrong in her assumptions when she mentioned how close the two of you have gotten in the last few months?”

“No, but—ahh...” Your voice veers off into a mere whimper when he presses his tongue to your pulse and licks a long stripe from the junction of your shoulder all the way to the underside of your jaw.

“Or did she lie when she said how you spend every night in her bed, letting her touch wherever she pleases without voicing a single complaint?”

“I-It wasn’t like that. I—Morax!” you exclaim when you feel one of his large hands grabs the inside of your thigh, shifting close (far, far too close) to that sensitive place between your legs. “You musn’t—”

He ignores your admonition and uses his other hand to pry your legs apart. “So she lied, then. I shall deal with her when the time comes, but for now...”

His hand starts moving closer. Frantic and much too distressed to use your vision, you weakly grab his wrists to spot the inevitable.

You feel his chuckle reverberate from where your back is pressed to his chest. It is all the more humiliating when he subtly bounces his leg that you’re sitting on to shift you closer to him.

His hand wrenches free from your light grip and clasps both of your wrists in one, utterly dwarfing yours in size. You try to squirm away from his grip, but in doing so, you unintentionally brush your clothed cunt over the hand that had previously been resting on your thigh.

Your mouth parts at the sudden contact, unconsciously clenching at nothing and feeling your face warm at the breathy laugh that escapes Morax’s lips.

“Don’t try to deny this, deny me just as you have done for thousands of years.” His teeth slides tantalizingly slow over your neck. “If the High Priestess of Barbatos didn’t want this, she would have used her power that once cleaved mountains to escape from my grasp.”

His fingers glide over your clothed slit. This time, you let him with only a mild protest that sounds weak even to your own ears.

You feel him smile against your skin.

✧

You awake to the feeling of a knot building up in your stomach and the cool breeze over your naked form.

Golden eyes pin you in place. Only then do you register the soft, squelching sound that’s coming from between your legs.

In your drowsy, sleepy state, you can do nothing but pant at the foreign feeling overtaking your senses. “M-Morax, what...”

Your mind blares in alarm when you feel his fingers curl inside you.

But the alarm is replaced by the sheer, mind numbing pleasure that follows. You involuntarily let out a keen mewl that echoes around your chambers.

Something hard presses against your thigh.

You feel him thrust his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace that has your head spinning and eyes crossing while Morax leans above you and licks his lips at the sight of you slowly becoming undone.

“M-Morax, I don’t want to... this is... wrong—” His thumb reaches up to rub circles on your neglected clit.

“Hm? But you’re doing so well. Doesn’t it feel good?” He soaks in the sound of your cries. Not stopping the pace of his fingers even when you’re begging with drool coming out of your lips.

“I don’t—please, please, wait—” He silences you by covering your lips with his and swallowing the protest that dies once he bullies his tongue into your mouth.

By the gods, you taste as heavenly as he’s always thought.

His hips begin rutting against the softness of your thigh, his tip leaking precum and smearing it across your skin. And with all the debauchery that a god can posses, he conjures the image of you covered in his seed. Thick, white spurts of his seed dripping down your face and slipping between the valley of your breasts. And he wants it so bad he is willing to burn the world for it.

“Morax,” you cry out, legs shaking and clenching around his fingers as your impeding climax approaches.

He shudders at his name being called out in such a wanton tone, grinding his erection harder against your soft thigh. Suckling at the exposed skin of your neck to mark what is his.

“F-Feels s’ good, I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” you mutter intelligibly, fingers clenching the sheets and nails almost tearing through the fabric. You legs start spasming violently, heart racing and breath hitching at the coiling tension threatening to release in your belly.

He watches you with rapt eyes and savors the lewd sounds of your cunt welcoming his thick fingers, your slick running down his wrists that he will make sure to lick clean after.

“L-Lord—” His cock twitches as he imagines you calling out to him with such reverence that was once reserved for a certain god. “Lord Barbatos!”

The coil snaps.

Your back arches, letting out a loud cry as tears spill down your cheeks.

Morax feels his smile turn to stone. A twisted feeling creeping up on him, the kind that makes his want to destroy and be the god of war he was once called millennia ago.

Lord Barbatos. He nearly scoffs. What does that drunkard have that he does not? He will have to make you see sense, but not now, not with this ugly emotion clawing at his chest and threatening to break loose.

He leaves you panting on the bed to reign in his bubbling anger, not confident in his ability to control himself at the state he’s in now.

As your high begins to die down, you nearly become sick with the realization that you had enjoyed coupling with someone who wasn’t your god.

✧

You leave before the sun rises.

Ei welcomes you with a surprised but pleased smile—until she catches sight of your harried state and the bruises beginning to form on your neck and across your collarbones.

“Who did this?” Her voice could be likened to a storm gathering on the horizon. Inescapable and deadly.

You collapse into her arms in relief.

✧

You were hesitant to tell her, but she is insistent, and so you cave.

The only thing that stopped her from marching into Liyue’s borders and declaring the second coming of the archon war was you.

She is gentle with you, comforting you with her embrace and letting you do as you pleased.

(And if she takes advantage of your harried emotions by indulging herself to your addicting scent and running her hands over your velvety skin, well, there is no one there to disapprove of her actions. Much less a certain alcoholic god to snatch you away from her grasp.)

Inside, she is seething. Angry and bitter that Morax got to have a taste of you before she did. To mark your skin with bruises and hear your debauched moans as she pleasured you herself. There shall be no interruption within the halls of Tenshukaku, only you and her and the sounds you will make once she gathers the courage to take you for herself.

“You are always so good to me, Ei.”

Perhaps that time will come soon. Ei would like to cover the unseemly bruises made by Morax on the expanse of your flesh with marks of her own.

✧

She’s more handsy than usual. It’s the first thing you note after laying down the bed beside her and immediately being smothered into her chest.

You feel her hands running down your back, the thin robe she insisted you wear every night leaving nothing to imagination. Her touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake, leaving you shivering but not from the cold.

Ei buries her nose into your hair and inhales like it’s the last time she’ll get to smell your scent — perhaps it is. After what she plans to do tonight, you might just denounce her name as you did Morax’s.

It starts small. Lips trailing over your hairline and fingers ghosting over every inch of exposed skin, light as a feather. You want to say that this is merely her being touch-starved as she always is, but there is something in the air, something heated and coiling with unmistakable tension.

Her hand lands on the soft flesh of your rear.

You pull away from her, hands on her shoulders to keep her at bay.

“Ei, what are you—” She cuts you off with a searing kiss.

Your lips taste as divine as she always imagined them to be.

Her hands are quick to untie the knot of your robe, pulling them away in one swift motion and leaving you naked for her to see.

You flinch away from her kiss when cool air brushes over your nipples. Heat making its way to your face once you realize the state of your undress.

Ei grabs your chin and forces you to look into her vivid purple eyes.

And you finally see what you have been resolutely ignoring these past few months.

There is an unmistakable want in her dilated pupils, gaze lidded with lust and the corners of her eyes crinkled with something you couldn’t hope to discern (is it desire, possessiveness, or—love?)

Her lips find their way to your collarbones, nipping at your skin and teeth biting just hard enough to mark but not draw blood. Your hands land on her shoulders, not knowing whether you should push her away or pull her close.

Your breath hitches when her mouth latches on your nipple, her hand moving downwards to a place you know should be reserved for your god only but—

A whine leaves your lips when her fingers begin to rub circles on your clit. Her pace begins to build up, tearing gasps and moans from your throat as she eases you to a painfully quick climax.

Your toes begin to curl against the sheets, hips bucking up to gather more stimulation. Your mouth opens in preparation for a cry—

But then she pulls away.

You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until you look down at her and see only a blur.

“Please, Ei, please I—”

You wail when her tongue lands on your slick folds, lapping at them and grinding the tip of her nose at your abused clit.

She inhales, long and slow, and nearly comes undone from your scent alone. Her hands grab your thighs to pull them further apart, burying her face deeper in your cunt, tongue making obscene noises as she continues to sloppily lap at your slit.

“Feels s’ good... Ei, please... please, I want—” Your pleas turn into incoherent babbles when her tongue begins to fuck into you.

Your slick smears across her face, dripping down her chin and into the wet spot that’s gathering on the bed. Ei will have it remain unwashed for the rest of eternity.

Your hands find purchase in her hair, tangling your fingers in the thin strands and pushing her even closer to your cunt. Loud, shaky breaths escape your lips, thighs closing around her head as the heat in your abdomen begins to build to a crescendo.

Ei feels your thighs shake, so she moves her tongue to your clit and starts suckling at it. One long, slender finger enters you with a wet squelch that she’ll repeat in her head for centuries to come.

You come undone on her face, hot spurts of liquid squirting out of you, and Ei is all too happy to run her tongue over the mess you’ve made and swallow your release.

Silence reigns save for the crude sounds of her lips on your folds.

As you sit in the wake of your high, you cannot even bear to think of your god.

✧

You had thought Morax would come for you as soon as he realized you left. A part of you hopes he had, if only so you can finally sort out the confounding feelings that swirl in your chest, threatening to drown you with their sheer intensity.

Ei busies herself with her nation, working on a project she has yet to tell you about.

“I will reveal it to you at a later date,” is always her reply whenever you broach the topic.

It leaves you feeling a sort of fondness, watching her work in a way she had never been able to when she was still a kagemusha.

On the fourth month after you left Liyue, she presents a puppet to you.

“This is Kuni.”

You stare down at the young looking boy who greatly resembles the former Electro Archon, from the soft swell of his cheek to the smile he greets you with. But there is also a hint of you in the slope of his nose and the shape of his lips.

And you wonder, just for a moment, if she had made him with something else in mind other than the keeper of the gnosis.

That night, in the middle of languid kisses and groping hands, you playfully ask her if this means the two of you are parents now.

She splutters and turns red in the face, but she never denies your question.

✧

With Morax comes the shaking of the earth and Tenshukaku in a frenzy as soldiers frantically begin arming themselves at the threat of the Geo Archon himself.

Thunder rolls across the clouds, threatening to bring unforgiving storms and strike anyone who dares to defy it.

Beelzebub meets him halfway across Inazuma City, a crash of thunder against rock that could be heard even from Seirai Island.

You are left in Tenshukaku with the puppet who has never called you his mother but looks at you like you are. He cries when he sees tall stone spires rising to the sky and flashes of lightning that bring golden pillars to the ground.

You hold him close and press a comforting kiss to the top of his head, this boy who has your lips and your nose and perhaps the crinkle in your eyes when you smile.

✧

It takes two days and two nights for the earth to settle and the skies to clear.

Ei returns with Morax, a compromise between them.

You don’t disapprove of it.

✧

You feel your insides get split apart as Morax sinks into your heat.

His cock is the same girth as two arms and has scales that only a dragon could possess. By the time he buries his whole length inside you, you’re nothing but a drooling, crying mess.

Ei kisses your temple from where she has you on her lap, legs twined with yours to keep them apart and two fingers spreading your folds to let Morax stretch you open.

“You’re doing so well taking me in,” he chuckles when he sees your fucked out state, brushing a hand over your face and wiping away the sweat that had gathered.

He starts pulling out, feeling your walls clench down on him and nearly coming undone at the simple action. Ei toys with your breasts, tweaking your nipples between her fingers as she covers your neck with sloppy, wet kisses.

Morax slams his hips against your so suddenly, it leaves you crying out in both pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix. He sets a furious pace as he thrusts into you, the ridges of his draconic cock sliding against your clit with every snap of skin against skin that echoes in the room.

“My Lord...” You feel him still. Between the haze of pleasure in your mind and the tight knot building in your stomach, you don’t notice this. “Lord Morax, please—”

A deep, guttural groan reverberates from his throat. With one, quick thrust, he slams himself balls-deep into your cunt and enjoys the way you sob as he keeps hitting the entrance to your womb, leaving you heady and unable to form a single coherent thought.

You register the feeling of a hand snaking down your breasts into the spot between your legs.

Ei rubs circles into your clit, her fingers setting a fast pace that has you seeing stars and babbling wordless pleas. “S’ good, I wanna... Ei—Morax—please, more please, don’ wanna stop—”

He grabs your thighs in a bruising grip and starts pounding into you at a merciless pace that has you crying and drooling, tongue lolling out as you failed to decide whether it’s pleasure or pain that’s making your toes curl and back arch in ways you never would have thought was possible.

A mouth latches on to that sensitive spot beneath your jaw and sucks, leaving you gasping and legs twitching as the knot in your belly tightens until it threatens to unravel before you. Ei licks at the bruise beginning to form on your skin and watches the way your face contorts as you approach your release.

“‘m so close... so close—”

Her fingers press hard against your clit just as Morax hits that spot in you that has you convulsing and creaming around his cock, mouth open in a silent scream and tears running freely down your face.

With a grunt and a choked off gasp, he cums inside you, stuffing you full to the brim, cum leaking out your hole even when he hasn’t finished emptying himself in you.

He pulls out after a few quick thrusts that has you whining from overstimulation and pleasure. As soon as his cock is slips out, his thick, white seed pours out your hole. You clench down on nothing, feeling empty at the absence of him inside you.

Ei scoops his cum into her fingers and pushes them back inside you, a lewd squelching sound reverberating in the room as she fucks his cum back into you with her fingers.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, high pitches pleas for them to stop going unheard. Soon, your legs begin quivering as your second release draws near. Morax’s cum mixed with yours drip down the slit of your ass and into the sheets below, making an utter mess.

It comes quick and just as mind-breaking as before. Harsh puffs of breath escape your lips, a gasp that turns into a sob when Ei shoves her fingers knuckles-deep and curls.

Your walls clench down and clamp violently around her fingers in a vice as your climax reaches its limit.

You’re nothing but a drooling mess, head spinning and eyes lidded and blurry with tears, a fog over your mind after experiencing two consecutive orgasms.

In a daze, you faintly register hands cradling you close and lips brushing against your temple, murmured words of praise and adoration spoken to your skin.

You fall asleep between two bodies, covered in sweat and release but in the most content state you’ve ever felt in thousands of years.

✧

Five hundred years later, Venti appears before you and starts whining about you replacing him with Ei and Zhongli.

You laugh and embrace your dearly missed god, telling him that he still holds a special place in your heart and that you’ll always be his Priestess.

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Shortfic: Pretend boyfriend

Scenario: You’re being badgered by someone who is obviously interested in you. You’ve turned them down time and time again but they’re WAY too persistent.

Characters: Scaramouche, Kaeya, Venti x fem! reader

Warnings: not proofread, swearing, obvious sexual innuendos for Venti but still safe for work turn away if you’re not into that though.

Read: (Kazuha Version) (Itto, Zhongli Version)

Note: These are for the anons requesting for Venti lately. Haha. Sorry I don’t give him much attention.

Scaramouche

So the guy pining after you occasionally shows up when you’re at Liyue Harbor. He likes to call you cute and although you have an annoyed face most of the time, the guy still finds you endearing and you’re starting to get pissed off.

“Listen... my boyfriend isn’t going to be happy,”

The guy guffaws with laughter. Knowing that you didn’t have one. He’s never seen you with a guy before, what makes you think you can lie to him? Before the guy could even say anything back to make fun of you though, you feel a presence walk up behind you.

Your head turns a little to see Scaramouche, the hat atop his head looks only the slightest bit comical right now as his head swings around, but the look on his face definitely isn’t. Your eyes light up, and quickly take this opportunity. “Scara honey, you’re back!” You raise your eyebrows at him and give him a pointed look to signal that you needed help, and that he would hopefully play along.

You never knew what would happen with Scaramouche though. He had such a mood sometimes.

Scaramouche glances at you and then stares over at the guy. The guy, sensing that this was some type of act goes for your wrist, only for it to be SLAPPED away. Scaramouche wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, your front crashing against his. You can’t see the seething look on his face but you hear it in his words.

“Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off for you,” The guy is now confused. Why was he so possessive over you? Perhaps this wasn’t an act after all? “Also, fuck off,” Scaramouche finishes and the guy quickly turns away under Scaramouche’s sharp gaze and words.

When you sense that the coast was clear, you peek up at his face. “Thanks, Scara,” you try to pull away but he’s still staring down at you and his arm is tight around your waist. You forget sometimes how strong he actually is. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just call me ‘honey’ and not do anything about it,” and he smirks.

Kaeya

The guy pining after you is actually quite a nice guy. Difficult to turn down and overall just polite and pleasant. You’re not interested though and is having a hard time breaking it to him.

“Oh, uh... I’m kinda busy today,” you tell him. “How about tomorrow then?” he counters, polite smile on his face. “Well of course, I should’ve asked you a bit earlier. Haha, my bad. How about you just tell me when you’re free, that sounds a little better,” he suggests right after.

Off behind the polite guy you see Kaeya stroll in view, and your body automatically goes toward him. “Kaeya!” you fast walk and hug him around the middle, head tilted up to give him a pleading look. He’s still kind of confused, but doesn’t complain about having you in his arms.

You turn towards the polite guy and bow your head a little, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I actually already have a boyfriend,” and that’s when it clicks in Kaeya’s mind. His arms suddenly pull you up into a bridal style carry, knowing that you needed saving from your suitor. You squeak a little in surprise, face flushing the slightest pink, but automatically wrap your arms around his neck.

He completely disregards the guy and looks down at your flushed face. “Now, now princess. Your face is all red, shouldn’t you be used to this by now?” It feels as if he’s also taunting you. He chuckles but looks back at the guy, smiling at him sweetly. “We’ll be taking our leave,” and he turns to start walking away from the scene.

When you were sure the two of you were out of earshot you tug on him and say “Okay, you can put me down now! Thanks for your help,” but Kaeya shoots you his pleasant smiley face. “I have another idea, how about seriously considering me as your boyfriend? Hm?”

Venti

The guy pining after you is a bard. He just constantly wants to play songs for you, and wants you to listen. Frankly you don’t really care about music that much.

“...and I wrote this song atop a hill, I got caught in the rain and I thought it was...” the guy kept on rambling and you didn’t know how to stop him. At some point, he stops talking and just plays. You shift there uncomfortably, wanting to go as soon as you can but not wanting to be rude.

Suddenly there’s someone who joins next to you. You turn your head to see that it was Venti. He was merely watching the bard play too. The bard stops playing though, and looks at Venti. “...Excuse me... This is a song I wrote for her, and I kind of wanted her to be the first one to hear it...”

You nearly roll your eyes but force a smile instead, until an idea comes to you. “Actually...Venti here writes a lot of songs for me too, he’s my boyfriend,” you smile and the bard looks heartbroken. You can feel Venti give you a surprised side glance but he recovers pretty easily, catching on to the act.

“Ah yes, Y/N is just such a beauty, it’s hard not to get inspired just looking at her, right?” he makes small talk with the bard as if he’s known him forever. Venti wraps an arm around your shoulder, “Ehe,” but his face turns dark at the next moment. “Also, being a bard, I do get a lot of practice with my fingers. You know, Y/N has a really nice singing voice too, but you should hear her in bed, she--”

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH!” You shriek and cover your face. You did NOT expect him to say something like that. The bard pining after you had already started to walk away, possibly offended by the fact that you already had someone else, and someone seemingly lewd as well.

“Ehe~!” Venti drops his hold on your shoulder but smiles at you innocently. “You didn’t have to go that far Venti!” you hiss at him, face with a slight blush. He lets out his signature laugh again. “Maybe not... but now that I’ve said it, how ‘bout trying it out, eh?” he picks his hand up and pretends to be playing a lyre, but the focus is obviously on his fingers.

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