#reader x zongli

[kireeen]

Bluere

Morax knew he wasn’t the best person. He was selfish and greedy but still couldn’t help but fall in love even though he knew that this love can never end in a good way.

Everything around him would end up drowning in his endless greed and selfishness.He was never the one to understand emotions but knew that it was one of the major things that mortals relied on to live

He can’t remember (he just wanted to forget how he was born) or was he created? An agonising pain that morax couldn't forget even in an eternity hits him.As the pain lessened he opened his eyes only to find a group of strange things trying to do something. As he observed those things, one of them actually was able to make him feel a small fraction of pain that lessened few moments ago. In just a blink of an eye his body suddenly acted on it’s own and mimicked the strange things that caused them to fly away. As that thing landed something flowed down from it and covered the ground below it. The strange things went away.

Soon after they went away blackness followed him and he lost all of his energy and fell. When he opened his eyes he was met with a blinding light that he can't remember seeing.

ZONGLllllllI !!! Are u thereeeee?

The door bangs open

Oh director Hu… How may I help you? (He became composed in a blink of an eye)

Huff-Huff (panting sound can be heard across the room) YOU (huff) WON’TBELIEVE (huff-huff)WHAT

Maybe drink some water first then talk?

Maybe if hutao had look a little closely she would still see his dilated pupils and the dazed look in his eyes

Hutao looks….pale? Her cheeks are bright red probably from the running and her eyes are sparking so hard that one would probably mistake her eyes for a pair of pyro vision

Annnnd she just flops down on the floor like a ragged doll

Boss you should probably take some deep breath’s…..and stop smiling so much (u look creepy)

Even though zongli is not a stranger to her attics but this is the fists time she looks so…scared but also excited?

YouknowIrecivedananonymouscommissionabouta littleboyright?lwenttoseehimattheborder(gulps)

Take some breath and talk a little….slowly please

He was not there..It’s not strange but while returning I remembered that the person who posted the commission also said to check the luhua pool to find him I was going there. While I came around the corner I felt a chilling cold. It made me freeze in place (gulps) It felt like when I first went border NO MORE WORSE.It felt like I WAS GONNA DIE at that moment. A strange cold was talking my breath away. Like death was going to claim me the whole world became quite and my vision was getting darker and darker.I’m not sure how much time passed when my legs gave out.I could finally start breathing when the pressure was going away….

As I opened my eyes I saw a BEAUTIFUL woman. Even though I couldn’t see her face because I think mist was surrounding her but I could easily tell that she was the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Her clothes were from quite….old times. Her hair was a mix of deep and bright red and some golden tattoos was covering her arms.

Zongli couldn’t hear hutao’s voice anymore. His ears are ringing

It’s quite tragic isn’t it Morax?

What makes you say that?

Who knows what will happen to them next moment? Whether it is good or bad yet they continue to fight to survive…It’s honestly funny…Look at sunset…….Isn’t it beautiful? (A red halo is covering everything ) Red…red..red everything is red isn’t it beautiful?

Stormy wind blowing is across the horizon. The smell of blood and rain is overpowering the smell of unknown flowers. Her hair and clothes are fluttering across the edge. Sharp eyes that are observing his reaction

Yes, a beautiful sight indeed

A quiet tired chuckle and the sound of thunder can be heard. Morax atleast try to smile a little when you say that…Well even if you smile there is no possible way to see it when you are covered in blood ( she started smiling after sighing )

It’s not like you’re any better is it?

But I still look beautiful don’t I ? (winks)

“This gesture is the dream of thousands of men yet I’m still unmoved….(What a joke)”

I know what you are thinking don’t worry I’m not the SLIGHTEST offended

I must agree that she is the most beautiful woman I’ve seen yet she’s also the most —————

Let’s go time would not wait for us

Her red hair started fluttering in the wind as she jumped off the edge. I broke into a silly smile after seeing her like this and followed behind her

We left a red massacre, a red sky and a red mark across the sea

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Mr Zongliiiiiii back to teyvat!!!!

Don’t worry boss I’m still listening

Yeah, like hell you were (grumble’s)

Anyway after she patted my head and ruffed my hair like I’m a puppy she said some….interesting…things. For some reason I couldn’t hear most of it (maybe because I was too drunk in her presence and voice) . There was like a static noise. That cut off most of her sentences. I could only make out that she wanted me find something and if I manage to do it I would be rewarded!! The thing is (get’s up) she is not a soul that is wandering in the dark nor a person. I’m….not sure how was I able to see her but I intend to find out (Zongli got chills after seeing her gaze)

This time Hutao noticed how Zongli’s eyes darkened as she said it. It was not worry nor desire but something cold. She got chills but decided to ignore it. I’ll be back after making some arrangements. She dashed out the front door

Boss wait atleast tell me- (she’s gone)

Hahhhh I can’t believe it after all those years you’re appearing now. (His gaze was now dead and dark)

Did you reincarnate? Are you just a ghost? Or are you something else? Are you haunting me? Should I be scared or —?

Oh I can’t believe I’m losing my composure again…

As he sat down and took a sip from the pre-made tea his mind is already drowning in darkness

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Hey Morax how do I look?

Beautiful

You bastard…. YOU DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING LOOK AT ME !!! (hahhh) Atleast try to say something with a CONVINCING face next time you lie… Bastard what did I even expect from you (grumble’s)

Anyway let’s go to separate ways after this (Humming an unknown melody) Hand’s over a teacup (humming)

I took the tea teacup without opening my eyes. (I can’t believe I still don’t like her) I really lack emotions no matter how much I try to deny it huh…… ‘It’s bitter’ but I continue to drink it anyway

Of course it’s bitter. It suits your personality.

Anyway try not to die (haha) It’s not like you will die anyway. You’re an immortal afterall

Who say’s to whom? Where are you heading ?

I don’t have any idea to be honest (soft smile) I think I’ll just sail across the sea and go out of the country. There’s those archons or whatever they are called like you right? I’ll be heading off to one of their lands

(Sigh) Have a safe trip

Aleast you learned some manners. Otherwise I would have broke your bones if you said something weird

Zongli suddenly felt cold all over(coughs)

Anyway I’ll be leaving first (bows) Hmmm

He hastily got up and bowed back. As I finally looked at her yes she looked ethereal. Red hair tied up to a high ponytail with a silver set of light armour accompanying her. Golden earrings with a beautiful face that would make the god’s jealous. A hand on her chest and the other hand pulling up her shirt while bowling a little. With a soft smile on her face

Yes, I could never forget that sight

I could never also forget the sight of countless spears pinning her body to the ground while her face showed a mix expression of being betrayed, tired and cold anger. The eyes that are always sharp is losing it’s sharpness. Red, red, red the same red is covering everything.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it bastard”

I smiled

The sun was rising

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It’s quite tragic isn’t it rex lapis?

Let’s form a deal that would both benefit our people. This contract shall be formed to maintain peace between people of ‘The God Of Dust And The Geo Archon’

The memories came flooding back at the speed of a lightning bolt after hearing her….no the ‘God Of Dust’s’ words. My gaze became cold without my consciousness. I saw them flinching not that I care but as I closed my eyes I heard the screams, the sound of weapon clashing, the sound of people running and the sound of blood being spilled. I could see everything without opening my eyes.

‘Yes, let’s do it’ I said with a light smile

She smiled so brightly

Arrange the necessary materials that are needed to confirm it. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier (bows)

I’m ‘Guizong’. ‘The Goddess Of Dust’ Nice to meet you she said with a light smile

I’m sure that you already know my name but I’m known as ‘Rex Lapis’ the Geo Archon it’s a honour to meet you. The pleasure is mine.

Shall we discuss the contents of the contract?

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Hey Morax how old are you?

Why do you ask?

Just answer the question!!!

What about no?

Bastard Grandpa

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On the other side,

Hutao is currently acting like a maniac and running around liyue to gather information. She even went to the border to ask questions. Sadly she got kicked out by unknown force. Then she went to madame ping to ask if she knew if knows about something that is not soul nor a living person but can still talk. Madame ping low-key got scared after seeing Hutao. She said something like that is clearly a memory of the world. Annnd Hutao’s eyes started shining brighter than a supernova.Madam ping quickly kicked her out by saying that she needs to go home. Even a existence like madam ping got scared of the aura that Hutao is giving off. Never in her whole life she gots chills so bad.

Then after confirming that all the adepties knew about the ‘memory of the world thing’ she went to find Adeptus Xiao or Ganyu. Madame ping quickly fled while praying for that unfortunate soul who is about to meet Hutao. She also prayed that they shall be granted a boost of knowledge, rationality and patience. She didn’t forget to ask for forgiveness for sending a more dangerous human version of natural disaster to their merry way.

Hutao’s face was twisted to almost a maniacal grin that her face was about to split apart. “Only the gods know” about the fact that she found so interesting in the memory’s case

In that case let’s hear it from Zongli

Zongli : I have no idea

Narrator: Oh, I forgot that you are an Ex-Archon

Narrator: I don’t need your help anyway. Your sanity has left the chat the moment MYSTERIOUS memory thingy entered the conversation

Narrator: See liyue doesn’t need you anymore. You can’t help with anything

Zongli : ……………

Zongli : I WILL HAVE OR-

Narrator: kicks Zongli out

Narrator: Anyway let’s see it from Hutao then

From somewhere far away,

A certain bard is clapping and screaming from the top of his lungs “ BRAVO BRAVO” while getting side eyes from the passerbyes and some certain step-brothers who definitely doesn’t know this weird supposed to be their archon guy in middle of the day

At first Hutao went to the qixing office (land version) (I don’t remember the name) in search of Ganyu. The guards and secretary were intimidated by her maniacal expression and grin and her being the ‘77th director of Wansheg Funarel Parlour’ didn’t help. Her reputation for being a troublemaker made it even worse. Rumours say that she always carries a pair of shovel and a ghost and she will bury someone she doesn’t like. While standing there and catching her breath, a ghost came out of her sleeve that she quickly pulled away. The protests of the guards and secretaries were forgot at that exact moment. They feared for their lives before anything at that moment. And miss Ganyu can protect herself from the clutch of this insane girl but they cannot…..

Guard A : (While trembling) Should we call the millileths?

Guard B : Are you fucking crazy?!!! (Also while trembling)

Secretary B : (Scared out her wits) She didn’t commit any crime (gulps) Besides she only asked the audience of Miss Ganyu

Secretary A : If we say no (her voice is shaking) she will bury us without a thought

Guard A : Let’s just call Miss Ganyu. She wouldn’t mind helping us a little (While trembling)

Secretary B : That isn’t a good idea

Guard B : She is 2000+ old adeptus for ARCHONS sake. She even fought in the archon war and survived

All of them together let’s call Miss Ganyu

After a while,

One of them went to call Miss Ganyu and the others stared at the creepily scary girl who was singing a weird rhyme and dancing….Her eyes are still burning like a pair of pyro vision. She looked like she was suppressing her anger (excitement)No one had the guts to tell her to wait. Everytime Hutao looked at them they flinched and prayed to any archon that could help them!!!

Guard A : Oh the lord of Geo !!! Please help me this time. I will give you all the shiny things I’ve gathered in my life. While praying that, some unholy things started playing in the back of his mind

Guard A : …………..

Guard A : (became a blushing mess)

Guard B : Wtf is going on with this mf?

Guard A : (bangs his head on the wall)

Secretary B : Why the hell are you giving The Lord Of Geo shiny things?

Guard B : Because he’s a dragon and dragons like shiny things

Secretary B : (deadpan face) What a bunch of idiots

Guard C : Hey didn’t he pass away last year?

Secretary B, Guard B and Guard A together

SHUT THE HELL UP

Guard C : ………..

Guard C : Goes away

Secretary A return’s while trembling. She literally runs in front of Hutao bows 90 degree and apologises. ‘Please forgive me’ but Miss Ganyu isn’t available in the moment. (Her whole body was trembling)

The rest of their brains stopped working the moment their eyes met Hutao’s

After seeing her co-workers faces she didn’t dare to look up and was about to kotow on the ground

At that moment Hutao’s vision automatically got activated and her aura was giving off dangerous-than-natural-disaster- vibes

Hutao : Then I’ll be leaving. (Teleports away)

All of them fell to their knees and only one thing was going off in their mind “We survived”

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This time Hutao went to the Wangshu Inn in search of Adeptus Xiao. She sprinted from the teleport waypoint to the rooftop in the blink of an eye. (She broke the world record) Even the always friendly dog ran away after seeing her

Narrator: Maybe lore-wise tao is too much powerful when she’s being serious?

The moment she arrived at the rooftop she screamed “ADEPTUS XIAOOOOOOOOOOO” with all her might and the excitement that had was building inside her bursted that moment.

Fuck Xiao even the cloud retainer along with the adeptuses could hear her. Zongli almost fell from his chair because he was in deep thought. (The adepti has SPECIAL hearing abilities I’M SURE OKAY)

All the people who was staying or was around the inn flinched heavily. Ver Goldet chocked on air and ran with all her might in fear of something bad had happened to the adepti. The concerned chef and citizens also followed behind her. After reaching they only saw a fearsome Hutao (that will live in their nightmare) and there was no sign of Adeptus Xiao

As they arrived Tao just gave Verr a cute smile and said “I was just calling him” Poor Tao got kicked out once again and was banned from the inn for 3 years

Narrator: What a day !!

HuTao: Sad noises

Adeptus Xiao was minding his own business and slaying a ruin guard while he heard that teyvat shattering scream. Poor boy’s soul almost left for a moment. He teleported just in time to hear tao’s communication with Ver. He left green smoke while leaving as a mark that he was here

Xiao : Rex lapis, how do you put up with her antics ?

Zongli : money can buy patience

This time since Hutao became a little calm after screaming her heart out she managed to think properly. She went to a decently quiet area (U know those islands at the liyue border) Then she just jumped into the lake to calm herself down. Then just screamed her heart again and went underwater.

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This fucking heat is too much.

A red head is rowing a boat in middle of the ocean. She took off her armour and tied her hair upto a bun because of the extreme heat.

TO THE BASTARDS ABOVE, IF I FUCKING DIE THIS TIME I’M GOING TO BLAST OFF YOUR HEAVENS AND HELLS

Son of a bitchessss

I’m gonna cut you into piecesssss

Burn you down, cut you up

Never gonna let you down and kill you

Eh I forgot the rest

No one knows just how many hours she floated in the ocean before she came across a monster. She was tired and hungry but nothing matters because she wasn’t able to take a dook dook in 3 days.

Narrator : S-

Red head: Fuck off

The monster was around 50ish meters tall on the surface. Also another word can perfectly describe it’s appearance “HIDEOUS”

*** “It was swimming like a person???”

Wtf you bastards ?

Did you guys plot to kill me by showing me this hideous looking thing????

It’s more hideous than Morax when he was trying to act cute while being covered in who-knows-what’s-shit

Atleast it doesn’t stink like him tho ***

Now she had the best chance to blast off her rage that had been piled up for the past 3 days…

Narrator : How did you know that 3 d-

Red head : The sun rose 3 times atleast I’m not DUMB like certain someone

Red head : And if you fucking talk to me again I’ll kill y-

Narrator : Sayonara

The seemingly hideous monster casually opened it’s bigger-than-a-blackhole mouth and started to pick up it’s pace

Red head : ……..

Forget blasting off I would be the one to be blasted off at this rate……

She armoured herself up and picked up the sword and bow then tied it around her waist tightly. And in the current combat she’s going to use dual daggers that definitely doesn’t look like a-pair-of-butcher-knife

When the monster got pretty close she kicked off and missed the head.When she was falling into the water she stabbed both of the daggers into the monster’s side. One of them broke and the other one was weakly holding up.

I’m fucked

Even though the monster’s face was making her flinch but the thought of dying such a disrespectful death was ticking her off more. She punched the broken dagger into one of it’s eye and twisted it. The monster was obviously trying to shake her off and eat her but nope.

That’s where her underwater adventure started

The monster went underwater and was releasing poison through it’s fins and nostrils. It was increasing it’s speed continuously at that moment. Only the red head knew what she was feeling. She somehow managed to grab back her sword while releasing the dagger in process and JUMPED at the opposite direction with all her might and breaking her right arm in the process. But she still didn’t let go of the dagger

Narrator : Since the water pressure was going backwards she just had to push her legs backwards and do a backflip like position. When her legs were in the air the water pressure swept her away and she had to stab the monster once again with the sword in order to hang on. It took extreme self belief, courage and strength

Narrator: But since the water pressure is going up every second and she was doing the stunt for the first time the position of her arm was misplaced and it got dislocated or broken

(Lore-wise every character/npc that had been introduced to us is like super op)

(So following that logic Hutao and the others that I’ll be writing about should be like SOOOO MUCH POWERFUL than the game right both character and enemies)

The red head’s body was crushing because of the weight of water. The monster was continuously going deeper into the ocean that was making it much worse. She started bleeding from her ears and nose at some point. She was running out of breath too. But if she loses her grip she’ll go straight to the monster’s stomach. “What a disgraceful death”. Just thinking it enough for her to shudder in fear and make her heart drop.

“How am I gonna make it alive”

This is the first time this question appeared in her mind since a long time or so she thought

Her armour has broken off a long time. The poison and the lack of oxygen is making her dizzy. The pain is slowly spreading all over her body like a web that she can’t get out of.

“Burn it”

“Burn it down”

“Is it possible to use fire underwater?”

Maybe?

“Who cares let’s try it out”

Then she tried to channel elemental energy in her left arm a cell burning pain spread all over her right arm.

“Ah”

She accidentally opened her mouth and took a big gulp of water.

“I can’t breathe”

Her arm was losing it’s strength

“Am I going to die such a disgraceful death”

“Nonnononononononoonnoonno”

“I can’t die yet”

“What can I do whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwha-

She started twisting the sword with all her might

“Nonnononononononoonnoonnononnononononononoonnoonno”

The monster let out a shriek and started going to the surface in a shattering speed

Blackness has surrounded her already

“It’s cold”

She almost let go of the sword but she grabbed it with both hands with all of the little sanity and strength she has left

“Am I losing my consciousness now”

Her insides are burning like hell but

“It’s going towards freedom”…..

just hang in there little one

you will be alright

Her bones has already broke into pieces due to the intense pressure

don’t die such a disgraceful death

you must hang in there

good guys survive through anything

“The good guys survive though anything….huh”

I’m anything but a good guy

“But I’ll hang in there to see the end of good guys”

“The gods has failed me, the world has failed me They embrace the good guy’s….Didn’t you guys force us to become the bad guys for them to shine?”

“This is nothing but bullshit”

I’ll see the end of them

The end of darkness

Splashhhhhhhhh

The monster finally emerged from the water

It unexpectedly came infront of a city

“All of their peaceful lives are going to end now” (smile)

The sound of people screaming and running is becoming like a lullaby for me

‘I knew it you bastards still need me to play the villain right….bring it on’

I’m too much twisted

Hey xxx we still need to buy some more spices

Ughhhh today is really hot let’s go home now

How can we cook food without salt or peppers?

Besides mom would kill us with her wooden spoon if we don’t buy it (shivers)

(tremble)

Then what are we waiting for let’s grab it and then run back home (start’s running)

W-(A monster popped up from the water in front of her)

Ahhhhhhhhhh (a big tide came and washed her away)

Hey are yo- (AHHHHHHHHHH)

RIAAAAAA(he started running towards the wave)

The waves continued to crash into the shore and washing everything away in it’s path. People started running away for their lives but those who lost someone dear to them was running towards it hoping to save them

Under 4 minutes over 40 people got washed away and hundreds got injured while escaping

The grand bazaar was located around the seashore since the place is really big and pretty. It’s a grand sight when the sun or moon rises. Or when the moon light get’s reflected in the sea water

Pov of a storyteller

Storyteller : The grand festival was being held today in honour of “Greater Lord Rukkhadevata”

Storyteller: On this day the lord first got accepted as the dendro archon and started ruling over sumeru

The kids wore green and white clothes and was excited to meet the greater lord. Some parents also joined their children. The children were giggling and running around copying one of her heroic tales. Some parents were worried and some were smiling softly while looking at them

Coincidentally or unfortunately the storyteller’s tent was right beside the shore. Most of the children was running around in the tent and the parents were standing outside. Due to the extreme heat the parents sent their children in the shade to get away from direct sunlight. The storyteller was sitting inside the tent and telling different kinds of heroic stories of the archon

A child went out to and was running towards his mother while another boy was chasing him(The parents was standing really far away in the shade of a tree)

A bigger wave than a tsunami crashed into the shore and washed the tent away. Everything was too surden

The world stopped for all of them

The boy who was chasing the child got washed away and the child got thrown over midway to the shore

No one was able to say anything but staring blankly at the wave until one of them started screaming

Everything from there is nothing but a blur

The child saw red and black. His ears are ringing

His mother was running towards him

Until another wave came and almost washed him away he saw a red haired lady covered in red barely hanging on top of the monster

The monster looks disgusting

The lady is beautiful

She looks like a princess no a fairy who came out a fairytale

“Ma”

He couldn’t say anything before the wave crashed once again

The people in the shore blankly looked at the monster who came up from the sea and a lady who was coved in blood stabbing her sword into the monster who looked barely conscious

One of it’s eyes are cut off and there are stab wounds all over it

The monster is coming towards the land now they ran or atleast tried to

Lifeless bodies are scattered across the shore like a spiderweb

Red, red, red

Red is such a beautiful colour don’t you agree

The red haired girl is laying on the red sand waiting for something

“It’s cold”

Red hair scattered with red bodies across the shore where flowers and leaves are decorating the sand has painted a beautiful picture

Countless bodies has already been washed away by the waves. Mother nature has embraced them

She looked towards her left where a little girl wearing a flower crown lies. Death was looming over her

Both of her legs has been blasted off by some explosion

“I just realised she looks like an angel”

As I was staring blankly at her she started to wake up

She somehow reminded me of myself

Covered in red

Did I look like an angel?

I closed my eyes

I started hearing some noises. She woke up since we’re surrounded by dead bodies there is no way dead people could make noises

(A faint whimpering sound could be hear along with screams)

I opened my eyes eyes with a blank mind

I unconsciously looked at her

She seemed scared but relieved at the same time

It looked like she was going to start crying

It’s natural she’s a kid of course she’s going to be scared

But if she start’s crying we’re fucked with no way out

Even though I knew it’s useless I put on a fake warm expression and weakly took a finger towards my lip to make a ‘sushhh’ expression

She UNEXPECTEDLY stopped her crying in time

Seeing her scared but listening to my words made me smile

She just looked at me with big doe eyes that are filled to the brim with some weird emotion…..they are sparkling I think

I just closed my eyes once again with a tired smile

The pain is making my whole body paralysed

I can still move but it’s too painful

Every nerve feels like they are on fire

My bones have been broken badly

I feel like shit

I heard some whimpers and movements repeatedly. I looked at her once again. It looked like she wants to come towards me. Maybe I’m soft or I’m not in the right mind I started crawling towards her

She looked at me with fear. I’m covered in blood and dirt I look more scary than a monster. It’s not like I care or anything but I continued to crawl towards her

She just stared at me.

“I’ve read countless books on how to become friends with a child” She looks like 8 or 9. This might be the last chance of my life to become friends with a 8 year old.

“I can do it…. YEAHHH”

I slowly crawled towards her and just gave her a soft smile. I’m not sure how do I look but she’s still not crying so green light

Just crawling a little distance is making me feel like I fell from the hell. My whole body is burning. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. But the determination of becoming friend’s with-a child is making keeping me conscious. That’s how I am. Weird but cool

I laughed at my own silly thoughts

I closed my eyes once again and this time I think I blacked out for a while. When I opened my eyes I saw the girl crying while looking at me. She was trying to touch me I think. I once again just smiled at her

I felt refreshed because I passed out. I thought I could easily reach her and started crawling towards her again. She was just 30 inch away from me when it suddenly came to me that she should die from blood loss by now. I looked at her blankly once again. A faint green light or halo can be seen acting like a shield around her body.

“The dendro archon”?

‘No this different’

Who cares?

The explosion got a lot closer this time. Some pieces of debris landed around her. It looked a little weird that a girl is alive after her both legs got blasted away. It’s a bad sight. My stomach is churning. Instincts were telling me that help would arrive soon so I should atleast pass out like a hero right?

I dragged my ragged body towards her and tried to cage her in my arms. Yep,the arms are definitely broken. The pain made me pass out this time. Before passing out I felt the explosions are just right behind my back

“We’re going to be saved”

I looked at her for the last time. Her eyes was going blank. I smiled at her before I fell into the endless darkness

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Soldiers were evacuating the common folks

Some were injured the rest of them was running away for their lives

The greater lord has arrived

In just a moment all the soldiers and people was covered by a shield. The dendro power was slowly healing the injured. The greater lord went into the battlefield

“We’re saved”

The sobbing of people covered the entire seashore

The dendro archon saw the lifeless bodies of her people scattered around the shore. The anger overtook her whole being. She killed the monster in just a moment

As she was running around frantically trying to find any survivors she saw the red haired girl trying to cover for a kid. The kid was protected by the aranara powers but her legs are blasted off. The sight made her dizzy

She slowly approached the kid

“Don’t worry you’re safe”

Tears were glittering like the stars in her eyes

The kid just looked at her blankly

The dendro archon put her hand on the red head’s shoulder

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A girl is slouched forward while broken glass and blood is covering her

Hey nice to meet you I’m r/n or y/n

I live on earth. I’m from an average family. Loving parents

I liked anime, music and stuff. My favourite games were minecraft and Genshin Impact. I’ve been playing Genshin for 542 days. Well other than having no friend almost at all I’m a pretty cool person

Today we had our class outing so I was allowed to take my phone at school. I just listened to music and took some photos of other classmates. Mind you but I’m not into taking selfies so not photo of me

I got into the bus with my other classmates and sat in a corner. I was reading fanfic’s of RIM and TCF two of my most favourite novels. Since I’m still a teenager sadly I can’t buy the chapters. I was a little down for that fact but otherwise everything was going pretty good. I just finished cleaning my browser history when the accident occurred

I died on the spot

There are sometimes I wish I was dead. But it’s not like I’ve the guts to commit suicide. My life is decently pleasant. If I commit suicide everyone would say that it’s my fault just like always. Everyone has their own struggles my parents have too but at the end of the day they’re happy

I want to be happy too

I know that I may act happy and carefree but at the end of the day I’m just a disappointment

They all would be cursing me

I hate the feeling so much

I was never fond of dying because of old age but dying in a complete random accident is my dream

I was never fond of living but I can’t just die either

My self esteem has been long gone

Maybe I used up all of my good deeds and luck to die in such a random painless way

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Note : Um hey guys 👋

Everyone must have noticed that the story shifted completely. I never had the plan to do something like this and my mind is always changing so I wrote whatever came to my mind

This is my first time writing so haha

this is just pure shit ik

I didn’t even double check it before posting

Goodbye

[violet-eng]

Zongli fantasies about fem!reader while at work -NSFW

Zhongli x reader

Summary: Zhongli's at work and thinks about how he'd fuck you.

Warnings: Mid smut. Fingering. I think that's all.

Minors DNI

@DonaldAkron on X 🎨

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Zhongli knows he shouldn't think of you that way, so he avoids looking you directly in the eyes, crossing your path, or even mentioning your name.

He is sitting behind his desk, with his hands on leather notebooks with information about the funeral home.

Physically he is there, in that wide upholstered chair, and mentally he is actually very far away.

He imagines you bent over his desk, legs spread and your skirt gathered up to your waist, you stir beneath him when you feel him slide your panties down your thighs, clicking his tongue at the sight of your wet, exposed pussy for him.

“Mr. Zhongli, they could see us,” you whisper between whimpers, the feeling of his cock clad in against your center.

"Let them see," he says, voice hoarse and dark, overshadowed by the desire and lust you provoke in him with that dripping little pussy. "Let them see how I fuck you on this desk."

You shake your head and clarify that this is shameful, that his intentions are indecent.

"Indecent is strutting around with those pretty legs exposed and that provocative cleavage," he says, the words coming out hoarse and bathed in desire.

Zhongli brings his fingers closer to your mouth, parting your lips and touching your tongue. You surround his digits with your saliva in an instinctive act, you are as lustful as he is in that moment.

He removes his fingers from your mouth and brings them closer to your womanhood, teasing your already very wet entrance.

"I haven't even touched you and you're already soaked" he whispers.

He slides his mid finger between your folds, slow and precise, feeling every part of your soft walls as they clench around his finger. He smiles at your reaction, and he slides the second finger inside you, going deeper this time, curling inside you. He moves his fingers like he's searching for something, and when you gasp he lets out a smile.

"Found your point" he says, it's only been a couple of seconds but he's sure he knows where to touch. He has done this for centuries, he knows how to please a woman, and he knows that his experience will rain down on you right now.

The movement of his fingers quickens, continuing to rest that sweet spot on your wall near your cervix. His other hand supports your back, your chest on his desk. His fingers abuse your insides, Zongli keeps pace, drawing loud moans from you. You feel him change the rhythm, moving in and out with both fingers, long and skillful.

"Mr. Zhongli.." you whimper as the sound of his fingers filled with your fluids fills your ears. Before you continue speaking you hear him, you hear his belt untie and the zipper of his pants go down. You turn your head over your shoulder and can see Zhongli and his erect cock near your entrance.

"I hope you're stretched enough," he says as he removes his fingers from inside you and lubricates his length with your juices. You notice that it is solid, thick and long, precum drops at the tip.

Zongli looks at you and grabs the base of it, settling near your entrance, approaching you. He parts your folds with his head, and can feel his length rolling inside you as you're so lubricated. He's entering, he feels your warm feminine wetness and then...

"Zhongli" HuTao's voice brings him back to reality, taking him out of the recurring fantasy of him "They are looking for you outside, they need to consult something related to traditional fruits."

And without further ado, Zhongli gets up to continue his work, hoping one day to fulfill his fantasies with you.

[clovdgyu]

hii just a small request. father!zongli x adoptedson!reader (preferably age 10)? like reader came home after a bad day and he doesn't really show it but zhongli can tell something's wrong and just a lot of nice father and son fluff

#father!zhongli x son!reader #fluff #zhongli being the best father

#xiao and reader are brothers, xiao is biologically zhongli's son, bullying, zhongli is still considered an "archon" or of some sort

#hello, anon! idrk if this what you expected or if this meets your expectations but i hope you'll like it <3

for the nth time that day, you sighed again, playing with the food zhongli has set up for you on the table with your fork. at first, your father thought it was just you being tired after a long day at school but he's heard you sigh for several times. something was wrong. "m/n? buddy? is something the matter? you seem a little upset," zhongli asked, worry evident in his eyes.

you looked at your father and pursed your lips, hesitating. thoughts swirled around your mind before you eventually shook your head and answered a small "no". xiao, who was seated next to you, stopped eating his favorite almond tofu and offered it to you, answering him with a small smile before shaking your head.

zhongli tilted his head before sitting in front of you, your brother taking this as a sign to get you two some alone time. "m/n, what happened at school today? did…something bad happen? tell me," he coaxed, tears suddenly flowing down your eyes after you placed your utensils down.

"it's…just. the other kids in my class kept bullying me because i don't look like xiao. i mean, i obviously won't but i didn't know how to answer it which got me frustrated. in the end, i stuck bubble gum to his hair…the person who started it," you explained with a frown, hoping your father wouldn't get mad at you. "are you disappointed in me?"

"what? no, no i'm not. why would i ever be disappointed in my own son? sure, what you did was…surprising, but he deserved it," zhongli answered with a chuckle, a smile on his face. you reflected the smile on yours and laughed. "look, m/n. i know it's hard for you, but just know that you're not alone. you have a father and an older brother."

you nodded at him and continued to eat your meal. zhongli smiled at you and patted your hair. "dad, i want to eat ice cream," you stated after you've finished your meal, your father nodding as he removed the apron he was wearing.

as you and zhongli got ready, xiao came down from the stairs with an empty plate in his hands. "where are you going?" he asked you while your father was cleaning in the kitchen. you looked up at your brother.

"to get ice cream. wanna come?" you offered. it was tempting, but he heard the whole conversation you had with zhongli so he shook his head, thinking it was best for you and your father to spend some more quality time.

besides, xiao has already experienced being spoiled by zhongli back when he was just as little as you. this time, it was your turn to feel his fatherly love. "it's alright. thanks," xiao answered, a blank expression on his face before turning towards the kitchen where the sink was.

you and zhongli walked side by side in liyue harbor, buying things that seemed interesting to you. the brunette would watch you with a smile as you looked at the kites in the sky. "wow, so pretty," you muttered, eyes practically twinkling.

"do you want to fly one, m/n?" he asked which got your attention as you turned your head towards him and nodded eagerly. zhongli smiled and walked towards a stall nearby, you following beside him like a little chick.

the lady in the stall offered a welcoming grin and clasped her hands together. "good day, mr. zhongli. oh, you're with your son? must be a father-and-son hangout. what may i be of service?" she asked.

your eyes were glued on the crane-like kite, your hands on top of the counter as you stared at the kite with interest. "mhm? it seems the little one like this kite," she stated, you nodding and looked up at your father.

"it looks like auntie xianyun, dad!" you pointed out, zhongli coughing as he smiled awkwardly at the lady and paid for the kite, the woman in front of you two nodding before watching you two walk towards an area to fly the kite.

the brunette looked at the place before he crouched down and looked at you. "this is a good place to set the kite," he stated before standing back up then connected the string to the kite, you watching in excitement.

after, zhongli raised it, waiting for the wind to take it high up in the sky. luckily, the area was super windy so it was easy to get the kite up. you looked at it then held onto the hem of your father's shirt. "pretty," you mumbled.

then, when he finally had enough of it, zhongli gave the string to you and watched you. you took the string from him and let out a happy chuckle when you controlled it, loving the way the kite flew. "dad! i'm flying a kite!"

zhongli nodded as he silently picture your smile and chuckles in his brain, wanting to treasure it forever. "you're doing great, m/n. even better than xiao," zhongli uttered which made you purse your lips as you looked at your father.

"xiao wouldn't want to hear that, dad," you pointed out before focusing back on the kite. your dad chuckled at your words then agreed with a small "you're right".

as the day progressed, you and zhongli formed a much deeper father-and-son relationship. honestly, you felt like you were accepted by both your brother and your father no matter how far you looked like from them.

you realized that you weren't alone and that you have people who'd trust you to an extent.

the day was spent with sharing stories, exploring the town, buying things, laughters, and such. it was fun if you had to be honest. back at the orphanage, the only place you've always visited was the convent and the greenhouse that was located at the back of the convent.

the world was actually big and you had so much to explore. zhongli was the best father you could ever ask for. "huh? traveler, look! it's zhongli." upon hearing your father's name, your ears perked and looked up to see who called him.

mentioned male looked towards the direction of the person who called. "ah, it's paimon and the traveler," zhongli said, your eyes turning curious as you looked at your father.

"what are you doing here, zhongli? and…" the blond male who was sheathing his sword looked down at you and his eyes literally sparkled. "woah! zhongli, who's this cute little fella?" he asked as he crouched down to level your height. "i'm aether, but others prefer to call me the traveler. and the one beside me is the best companion, paimon."

you looked at the male and offered a sweet smile, offering a hand for him to shake. "hello, my name's m/n. zhongli's my dad. nice to meet you," you said, aether's sparkling eyes turning wide as well as paimon's.

both aether and paimon looked at zhongli then back at you. paimon flew swiftly beside the blonde male and hummed. "zhongli, we didn't know you had a younger son," she said, a smile on her lips as she looked at you.

aether shook your hand and stood back up. "how come you never told us about m/n? you know, we would have been more than willing to babysit him if you were busy at the wangsheng funeral parlor."

"actually, i'm adopted," you opened up, both paimon and aether letting out a surprised 'oh'. "is there something wrong?"

the blonde male shook his head and patted your head. "no, nothing's wrong with that. we just didn't know zhongli had an adopted son. yet, you don't look as gloomy as xiao. which is a good thing honestly. xiao would obviously need some sunshine in his life."

you smiled at him and looked back at zhongli who showed you the same sweet smile. "well, m/n and zhongli, we don't want to interrupt your family bonding so we should go," paimon stated, smiling before patting your head with her small hands. "we'll see you again soon, m/n!" she exclaimed as she and aether went towards the docks.

"seems like the traveler and paimon took a liking to you, m/n," zhongli spoke up, your heart beating in excitement, wanting to see the two of them again. "hm, i feel like we're forgetting something."

"ice cream! let's buy almond tofu ice cream for xiao, dad!"

"sure, anything for my little one."

after buying the desserts you oh-so love, you and zhongli finally made your way towards your home where xiao was probably waiting. "i had fun today, dad. i like the meeting with mr. aether and ms. paimon! i want them to visit soon," you opened up, a smile on your face after eating the last bite of your favorite popsicle ice cream.

the brunette smiled and hummed. "they will, m/n. but ptobably not soon. the traveler and paimon have lots of wonders to explore around teyvat," he reasoned out. he expected you to feel sad but you only chuckled and nodded at his statement.

"it's alright. i'll be waiting for them here in liyue," you answered with a smile etched on your face. upon seeing your house nearby, you ran towards the direction of your humble abode and knocked, waiting for xiao to open the door.

a few seconds after, the door creaked open and you were engulfed in a tight hug by your older brother. "hm? xiao? did something happen while dad and i was gone?" you asked the taller boy before zhongli joined and hugged you both. at that, you felt the warmth of your family's love.

though you may not be related to them by blood, their love for you was strong enough to tell you that you belonged, that you were their family.

[coreakin-sakarat]

Zongli x female reader

Headcanons if he was your bf💓

In your relationship with Zhongli, he's the epitome of stability and wisdom. As your boyfriend, he often surprises you with profound conversations about history, culture, and the world around you. Your dates involve exploring ancient ruins, and he passionately shares the stories behind each artifact you come across.

His reserved demeanor softens in your presence, and you discover the warmth beneath his stoic exterior. Zhongli expresses his love through thoughtful gestures, like bringing you a rare flower he read about in an ancient text or crafting a custom piece of geo-inspired jewelry for you.

Despite being an adeptus, Zhongli learns to enjoy simple pleasures with you, whether it's savoring a cup of tea together or stargazing on a quiet night. His protective nature surfaces, especially when facing challenges, as he ensures your safety with a calm and reassuring presence.

In the quieter moments, Zhongli surprises you with his sense of humor, sharing gentle laughter that echoes through your shared moments. As your boyfriend, Zhongli brings a sense of timelessness and depth to your relationship, making every day an exploration of both the world and your connection with each other.

[genshin-obsessed]

Proposals!

Bless the anon that gave me this idea! Anon if you read this, ilysm for this idea and I loved writing it out! I’m also planning on doing the marriage hcs soon! Also, enjoy these because the next set is FULL ANGST >:)

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc,Razor, Xingqiu, Xiao, Zhongli, and Childe.

Come one, come all! Find out how your mans proposes to you!

Nervous. He is so damn nervous, his hands were shaking, he was worried he’d drop the ring- what if you didn’t like the ring?! What if you said no? What the hell was he gonna do then?!

He planned on asking you to marry him on the spot he asked you out. Which was actually a restaurant. The thing was, he didn’t want to do a public proposal. That would put unnecessary pressure on you.

Well… it definitely didn’t go as planned. You two were in a fight against treasure hoarders- and there were a lot of them- when the box got knocked out of his pocket. You two had simple commissions and he was going to propose right after. But NO. He lost his mind when one of them picked up your ring. The hoarder had dropped it while Aether was kicking tail and it landed by your foot. You picked up the small box before Aether could.

You were so happy and tears immediately flooded your eyes and you tackled him in a hug. He… may have shed a tear or two. You kissed him over and over and over, disregarding the unconscious hoarders around you.

“Thank you for saying yes. I swear, I’ll never leave your side for as long as I live.”

He doesn’t look like it, but he was extremely nervous. He knew you loved him and that you wouldn’t say no, but what if you did. There was always a chance that you’d say you weren’t ready for marriage. You two definitely wouldn’t break up… but that would hurt, probably more than he could handle. Not to mention the embarrassment.

He planned on proposing under the statue in Mondstat at night. You loved how the moon illuminated the statue and there weren’t a lot of people there either. So if he got rejected… limited viewers.

It went exactly how he planned it! It was late and night and before you headed home, he stopped you; claimed he had something to show you. He took you to his desired spot, which thankfully was empty. He got down right on one knee and asked you.

You were elated! over the moon! So happy, you couldn’t talk. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you nodded, moving your hand to him. You two laughed when you realized it was the wrong hand before you gave him your left one.

“You’re cute and now you’re mine for life. Smile, yeah?”

Even the mighty Barbatos got nervous. Throughout his life, he’d seen many proposals. He saw many rejections as well. He had a vague idea of what he wanted but he was scared. You could always say no, and even though it wasn’t the end of the world, he didn’t wanna hear a no.

He planned on asking you at his favorite tree. One where he often went to in his time of need. So why not propose there? Create a beautiful memory he would remember for the rest of his time.

Well… it kind of went as planned. You two were at the tree and for 2 HOURS Venti kept chickening out. He would plan on starting, then quit. This was a vicious cycle for a good two hours before he finally took his chance. He didn’t get down on his knee, but he did take your hand and give you a whole speech about his love for you. 

You noted that he was more nervous than ever and it was concerning. Venti was very carefree and if he had any problems, he always came to you. So why wouldn’t he do it this time? You definitely didn’t expect it but you couldn’t have been happier. It wasn’t a traditional proposal but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Heh… that was terrifying. Look at that. You got a god on his knees for you.”

There was a lot of back and forth before he ultimately decided to propose. This wasn’t because he was questioning his own feelings, no, he knew what he wanted and that was you. But he didn’t know if you’d say yes. The thing was, his work was… questionable. It was easier for you to break up with him than divorce him. He had to push those types of thoughts away as he planned the proposal.

The plan was to propose at the winery. You had a special spot you sat in and he wanted to propose there. Away from prying eyes, giving you privacy. He wouldn’t mind a public proposal, but it was a date and he really didn’t want anyone to see if he got rejected. Not to mention, he didn't really like public proposals. They felt like a manipulation tactic.

Well… it almost went as planned. Diluc had gotten you where he wanted you but he couldn’t ask. He got scared, so he didn’t ask. He was sorely disappointed with himself and couldn’t let go of the thought for days. So, he decided to try again, but actually asking you this time. About a week later, he gave it another try and forced himself to ask. He got on one knee- all awkward like- and then asked.

You couldn’t contain your happiness. You didn’t even let him finish what he was saying before you tackled him down in a hug. He would’ve caught you, had he been not as nervous and shocked. He laughed and held you tightly, kissing the top of your head. The relief was overwhelming and he almost cried himself. He slid the ring onto your finger and ruffled your hair.

“Hey. Stop looking at me like that… I won’t hold back if you do.”

Razor doesn’t understand proposals. He only understands mating from the other wolves, but you’ve told him all you can about marriage and the like. This makes him want to propose, but he gets help. Lumine helps set up the perfect date where he can propose, explaining how it works.

The plan was that he would take you on a picnic date that he and Lumine set up. You two would talk and at the right time, Razor would take the ring out and propose. Seemed easy enough. Razor needed A LOT of practice though. He was nervous and kept forgetting what to say, but eventually he got everything down right! Now he just needed to ask.

It went really well, actually. The date was great, Razor had the ring ready, and he even said the right words. Well, he said the words that were right according to him.

You loved it. You loved everything, his words, the date, the proposal. How could you say no? You leaped into his arms with a bright smile and nodded repeatedly. He forgot which hand the ring went on, but it was ok because you found it adorable!

“I love you, (y/n). Let’s spend an eternity together.”

He’d read about plenty of proposals, but he never thought he’d be planning one! He went through every single romance book in his collection to see if he could borrow ideas. There were a few good ones, but one idea stuck out to him.

The plan was to propose at the flower field you two often frequented. A simple date where he would read to you under the tree. He would then pretend like he was reading a passage but it would be his proposal. He’d take the ring out and ask you to marry him.

Well... HE FORGOT THE RING! He pressed his hand against his pocket so he could pull it out after he’d asked you, but he’d forgotten the ring at home. So, obviously that didn’t work out. However, he did do something about two and half weeks later, which was different from the original plan, and he brought the ring this time.

You’re overjoyed, you knew exactly what was happening when you saw the small velvet box in his hands. It was hard to breathe as he gave his cute little speech. You were so happy, you forgot to say yes and just held your hand out. He beamed as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“There. Now we can stay together forever.”

Oh boy. Ok, it took a minute for Xiao to understand marriage. From his point of view, it’s easy to think that people might just be contractually binding themselves, but that wasn’t true. You two often talked about marriage but it was mostly you explaining it to him, rather than you two talking about being married. In other words, you didn’t expect it.

Xiao needed help. A lot of help. He understood that marriage wasn’t just a contract, it was something that meant a lot to humans. It was a sign of them binding to one another for life. It was a union of two lovers who vowed to only love each other for eternity, and even an adeptus could see the beauty in that. So, Xiao needed help proposing; his plan was simple but something you would like. The balcony at the inn was a place you two often met, so he wanted to propose there.

It went as planned actually! Xiao remembered what he wanted to say and everything. You two spend a little while chatting and watching the stars before he gets on his knee. You, of course, didn’t expect it until you saw the ring. Mostly because you knew Xiao was still learning about relationships in general, so you never expected he’d propose so soon.

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren’t even sure if you were seeing things right! Did you hit your head a little too hard? You might’ve! Xiao felt awkward because after he’d finished talking, you were silently staring at him. That’s when fear of rejection settled in and he frowned, looking away. He felt like an idiot, but before he could close the box and stand up, you tackled him to the ground, littering his face with kisses.

“Did you have to stand there all quiet… you scared me…”

He also needed a moment to truly understand and want marriage. There were plenty of people who didn’t want to get married, but you weren’t one of them. You two had the conversation a while ago, but Zhongli was happy to know you wouldn’t mind spending your life with him. 

He definitely needed help planning it. He knew everything you liked, but he just wasn’t sure about the setting, the words, the ring! It was all very daunting and although he was who he was, something like this was still nerve wracking. The plan was you two would have dinner and towards the end, he would propose. The dinner would be a private one and he had already prepared his speech. 

It went as planned! You two got through the dinner just fine and then he finally got down on his knee. He was more nervous than he thought and he was shaking a little bit, but you were so overjoyed, you didn’t even notice. 

The last thing you expected was this cute dinner date to end in a proposal! You genuinely believed you might be the one proposing to him one day but turns out, he beat you to it. Tears welled up when he told you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. The way he took your hand was so gentle as he looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Will you spend your life with me? Will you marry me?”

He didn’t think marriage was for him. There were just some things people couldn’t have and he wasn’t special. Marriage and love wasn’t for him. Or so he thought. Then he met you, fell in love with you, and found a world without you unbearable. It wasn’t long before he was contemplating proposing. There were many things that went through his head. Was he ready? Were you ready? Would you say yes? Should he talk to you about it? Would a surprise proposal be a good idea?

He had a general idea of what he wanted. He had a ring, one he got made that he knew you would adore. He knew a good place, so all he needed to do was find the right moment. Easier said than done. You were busy, he was busy, and there wasn’t a day where he could mentally prepare for the rejection he could get. 

The plan was that he would take you out on a day. All day. He would do everything you wanted, go wherever you wanted, and the like. Towards the end, he would take you to your secret spot, you would spend some time there, talk and whatnot, then he would throw in the proposal!

That’s not how it went AT ALL! Partially through your date, he had to be called away and you received an emergency request. That took all day and you two weren’t able to finish your date. So he tried again. That failed as well for similar reasons. He tried again but that also failed. So, he actually gave up. He thought it was the universe telling him it wasn’t going to workout. He was terrified, so damn scared that this sign would lead to something else. But, when you’d gone over to his place, you were looking for a towel to dry your hands when you found the ring. You asked him and you’d never seen him so embarrassed. However, that’s when he got down on one knee and proposed. 

You were so happy, you jumped into his arms, yelling yes and kissing him over and over again. The two of you tumbled to the floor, laughing. He’d even dropped the ring but you were so happy you refused to let go or move while you kissed again. Finally, you let him grab the ring and slide it onto your finger. 

“There. Now you have the rest of your life to live with me, so be careful with what you do. Make sure you always come home to me.”

[sunnynii]

Midnight Performance

Starring : Adeptus Xiao/reader , Zhongli/reader

tags: smut, voyeurism, hints of a threesome (?), amab reader, sub! xiao reader, dom! reader, sub! zongli x reader, afab zhongli, praise, light degredation, use of puppy

Lyric prompt : "show me, how, show me how you like done. you''re all mine, ill make it feel like you're the one"

@pawnyao on twitter

Xiao's breathy gasps drifted into the open air of the night sky, your hips slowly and leisurely dragging into his own from behind. He took a shaky inhale and rolled his hips back into yours, feeling you smirk as you continued suckling and kissing along his neck. There he was, lying on his side on the cloths and covers you'd laid out for him to rest on, only now they were strewn about as his fists gently clutched onto them. He pulled them away from where they were the more pressure he felt. He bit his lip in faux shame, enjoying the way the outline of your hard member was encouraging his own to tent in his pants, all while his master was laying not even a few feet away on his own blanket, peacefully sleeping.

"I didn't take you to be such a needy type, Adeptus Xiao" you'd whispered into his ear, sucking harshly on one of his more sensitive spots, reveling in the pitchy groan he let out.

"Sil..ence.. " he rasps out, body growing warmer at feeling your free hand wrap around his waist and sliding down to palm him through the bothersome clothes, "you were the one who initiat..ed.." he bit his lip once more to hide the mewl he know he'd let out with how rough your hand was starting to become.

"Oh? But just look how excited you are Xiao," you shamelessly reached into his pants and collected some of his pre on your fingers, bringing your fingers up for him to see the slickness clear as day

He whines in response and tries to hide his face into the sheets below you both, eyes widening when you tug his garments down, leaving everything in the open as you did the same. He went to protest as he saw his master shuffle slightly in his sleep, but did not wake.

"You'll have to just stay quiet now, won't you Xiao?" you grinned and slowly slid your cock between his thighs, groaning lowly into the crook of his neck when the plush of his legs surrounded you.

He could feel the warmth creep into his cheeks, but made no move to stop you. The thrill of getting caught, of his fearful reputation being shattered by you in this very moment sending a throb straight between his legs, an ache that only you could take care of now. So he lets you grip onto his hips and thrust yourself close enough to where the tip could drag against his hole, and then rub against his own dick in need of attention, over and over until both yours and his slick covered his thighs entirely. He bit the edge of his knuckles and could feel himself growing desperate, hearing your breaths in his ear and the low drawls of his name, they were all swirling and twisting the turmoil in his mind to just let go of his inhibitions.

"What is it Xiao?" you teased, knowing full well he had slipped into his sub space the minute you'd been vocal with your desire, his light pants and hazed look in his beautiful yellow eyes were all telltale signs. And yet, you needed him to tell you. You demanded it, and he understood that.

"P..please," he whispered, not trusting himself

You rolled your hips in a slow snap, tip rubbing against his hole purposefully.

"Please what pretty pup?" you nipped the edge of his ear, your own body swimming in desire. But the minute he heard you say the name only belonging to him, you'd won.

"please! please please put it in, i need it.. i need you so ba-AH~" you hadn't let him finish, pushing halfway inside him

"Can't believe how slutty my precious pup is," you tweaked and played with his nipples as you gave shallow thrusts, "wanting to get fucked with zhongli right there, how shameful~" you taunted, to which he only moaned and pushed his hips back

Xiao was too busy with the feel of your pulsing member inside him to see that Zhongli had already awoken, and was making shy eye contact with you from over Xiao's shoulder.

"Oh well, now that we're here," you repositioned him so he would be on all fours facing zhongli, "won't you show us how you like it done pretty pup? show him how you're all mine, how you're both all mine, yeah?" he didn't understand until you gripped his face and watched in glee as the two men's eyes met, choosing that moment to push yourself in fully.

His moan sounded out loudly, and his face was absolutely gorgeous with the way his expression twitched in pleasure. You gave him no time to rest and gripped the fat of his ass, fucking yourself into him, your eyes watching Zhongli squirm and refuse to meet yours. That simply won't do.

"Zhongli," you called out, watching him jump a little as he looks up, "I want you to watch me wreck your precious little adepti, and know that when he's spent it'll be your turn next, yeah?" he groaned and nodded quickly, rubbing his legs together in anticipation.

At overhearing this xiao cried out, the thought of seeing his master get fucked senseless just as he was sending him closer to his edge, your pace unrelenting. You smirked and leaned your chest down until it met his back, the lewd and wet sound of your skin slapping on his sending throbs straight to Zhongli's covered core.

"You're so pretty xiao, you feel so wonderful," you purred into his ear, reaching around to wrap your hand around his attention deprived cock and pump it in time with your hips. He was weak to praise. "Won't you make a cute little mess here on these sheets baby? You know just how much I adore seeing you come apart~" he nodded and gripped the sheets tightly, feeling the coil in his tummy ready to snap.

"m closse, soo ssho close, can I?” he moaned out, asking permission like the well trained pup he was

"cum for me" you ordered, lifting his chin up so zhongli could watch Xiao's eyes roll back as his cum spurts out and onto the blankets, chest heaving with each moment his cock twitched.

You gave him a sweet kiss and gently laid him down to recover, pulling out slowly. Your eyes flicked up to zhongli, humming in approval at the way he'd already undressed himself, slicked up pussy on display for you. He looked like he was struggling to say something, toying with his bottom lip. You wordlessly motioned him over and grabbed hold of his chin, raising a brow, to which he shakily exhales and answers to.

"can you.. can you eat me out before we start?" he timidly asks

You didn't respond, simply waiting with an icy stare. He gulps.

"please..sir" you finally smiled and kissed him, pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth before pulling away.

"Anything for my good girl" he grew flustered but laid back next to xiao, ready to get used like the obedient pleasure whore he is.

[dawn-moths]

“Silk robes & Jasmine tea”

Zhongli x Female Reader

word count: 9,000+

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

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

*ao3 mirror*

***

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

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

A beast that only you could satisfy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped short.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And thus, the cycle began once more.

***

Zhongli had spent six thousand years wandering this earth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To him, you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d scare you away.

He’d risk losing you.

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

So he tried to hold back.

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

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

Because what if he hurt you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he hadn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impatient for him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you believed him.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

Bye~)

[victoria1676]

Currently brainrotting the Crow X Technochat for reader.

Think about this...

Reader: *holding up a bell* SELL OUT TIME CHAT SELL OUT TIME

Chat: ONE OF US. ONE OF US. ONE OF US.

One of the chat: I'm broke.

Chat: WE DONT CARE! JUST CHANT! ONE OF US. ONE OF US. ONE OF US. ONE OF US.

Poor Xiao and Ganyu Spying on Reader for Zongli: Wtf—

I have so many more

WHEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!

MANNNNNN HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

THE FACT READER JUST GO CHAOTIC MODE WITH HER VOICES AND HER CROW CHAT IS A GODDAMN HILARIOUS MOMENT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

MANNNN THE SHEER CONFSION OF LIYUE ACOLYTES AND OMG POOR XIAO SINCE HE COULD HEAR VOICES THAT INCLUDES HE CAN HEAR THE CROW CHAT CHAOS?! 👀👀👀🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀😭😭😭😭😭

LMAOOOOO HAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE I CAN IMAGINE THIS HAPPENING IN THE SOFT AU AND READER DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN IF PEOPLE LOOK WEIRD SINCE PHILZA AND TECHNO TOLD HER TO IGNORE IF PEOPLE LOOK AT THEM WEIRD OF THEIR CHAT 🤣🤣🤣🤣

JUST VIBE WITH YOUR CHAT AND VOICES HAHHAHAHA

AND I DON'T MIND GETTING MORE IDEAS X3

[stellartales]

zhongli ▪︎ thousand words

pairing: zhongli x traveler!(f)reader

request from anon: the sun and the storm was super cute! <3 i’ve certainly done the same thing and felt myself pining for liyue/zongli as i’ve played in inazuma. could you write another where we see zhongli's pov about traveler leaving for inazuma? thank uuu! i really enjoy your writing; can't wait to read mroe! :)))))

summary: zhongli had lived long enough to know that people come and go — she was no exception. he had always known she was bound to leave Liyue one day, but he failed to foresee that it was going to be this hard to let her go on that very day. | m.list

genre/theme(s): mutual pinning, bittersweet longing, mild fluff and angst, zhongli worrying for traveler's safety, parting with a forehead kiss

a/n: dear anon, thank you for your enthusiastic request. i'm no longer answering asks directly hence the lack of reply to you; my other blog was really cluttered due to this so I'm learning from that. i'm seeing an influx in my ask box but i'm happy to receive more. More ideas the better! :D tbh, i'm not pleased with what i've written despite amending it numerous times. I can't promise that it's good but still i hope you'd enjoy this piece too. Happy reading!

please reblog this! tyvm <3

Hands behind his back, he looked out at the serene view of the ocean the wharf offered.

There was something melancholic about the way his eyes stared into the distance, in the direction where her next destination lies.

The soft rising sun glimmered across the calm waters and over the sky, painting orange across dissipating darkness, shadows creeping away from around the corners as light brought forth a new day.

The exact opposite of what held his heart; a burdensome weight. Much like a stone sinking into a gloomy depth, as he spotted Beidou’s ship docked among the other merchant ships.

Inazuma.

The next region he knew from day one that she would eventually leave Liyue, and...leave him for.

He had been in this world for more than a thousand years, and lived through the passing of many friends. He knew he was being silly or rather, childish for harboring such sentiments for someone he had known for only a month.

A silent sigh left Zhongli.

Beyond the waters in the far east, she was about to tread on a land out of his domain. A territory his protection could not reach.

Inazuma was a dangerous place where wars still raged within and dangers he knew not of.

Frustration and uneasiness curled in a tight knot in his chest as he let out another sigh. How he wished he could accompany her on her travels across that foreign land. But he knew he shouldn’t.

The careful and territorial nature of the Electron Archon would have perceived his presence on her lands as a threat.

He was no longer the Geo Archon, however, he still went by the name ‘Rex Lapis’ amongst the gods and was by no means weakened. The last thing he needed was to spark a conflict or worse, a war.

Would it be selfish of him if he asked her to stay In Liyue?

He knew what she was capable of; winning battles with her honed swordsmanship and superb control over the elements. Her name and prowess were made known across two regions, so she would be fine.

Still, he couldn’t help but worry.

It was normal to feel anxious for a friend. But was it strange of him to be flustered over the fact he wouldn’t get to see her for a long time once she leaves?

A new day would start in Liyue tomorrow without her and this thought did not sit right with him.

The sound of hasty flutters to the rush of a strong breeze blowing by scattered his thoughts and turned his head, in time to watch her walking toward him.

Zhongli’s throat moved in a deep, nervous bob, feeling the hollow ache in his chest intensify at the sight of the brown haversack peeking over her shoulders.

He did not know what to say, brimming with words begging to spill. But all he could do was watch her walk to the spot beside him.

“I’m all set to go, Zhongli.” Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Her hair swayed to the dying breeze.

“Do you have…” to go? Zhongli held back with a brief pause, “everything you need?”

She inhaled sharply and suddenly overwhelmed by a sinking feeling. “Pretty much everything.”

She was so excited to leave for Inazuma last night she could barely sleep, but now...

Her eyes ran down his face, taking in his brilliant amber gaze bright enough to be gold, his nose and...his lips. She turned her eyes away hastily when she found herself caught by a bizarre urge.

“Please be very careful in Inazuma.”

She returned her eyes back to Zhongli. The tightness in his tone dispelled her forethoughts.

“I know you’re strong, but it saddens me that I can’t be there with you.”

There was something tense about the way his eyes held hers.

“...Stay safe.” A tension in the former archon she had never felt before.

“Liyue will miss you.”

She had seen Zhongli in business or angered; nothing was similar to what stared back at her now — an intensity meant to withhold something.

Long fingers reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She failed to see what was coming until his lips met her forehead, and her nose a mere inches away from his throat.

“...And so will I.”

Hesitation was evident in his movement as he stepped away, head bowed slightly with an agonized glint in his eyes.

It was quickly blinked away as he raised his head.

Zhongli cleared his throat, “My apologies... and thank you.”, averting his eyes away from hers.

Amusement cracked a smile across her face as a blush aflamed across her cheeks like wildfire — the last time she had seen an expression like this on the former archon was on the Pearl Gallery.

“Thank you, Zhongli.” She said in a voice barely above a whisper and stuck out a hand. “I’ll miss you too.”

Her heart gave a small squeeze as Zhongli wrapped his hand around hers and shook it.

“Oh and, there’s no need to apologize.” Her forehead tingled with the memory of his tender kiss as their hands parted. “I…”

The color on her cheeks deepened as she fought to keep her voice even.

Her fingers moved to touch her forehead. “I-I do not mind.” Her words quivered.

Zhongli’s gaze lingered and softened as the growing smile on his face made its way to his eyes.

She suddenly wasn’t so excited about Inazuma anymore. Was she truly ready to set out?

With the sweetest smile she could muster despite her sinking yet racing heart, she turned her back to him anyway.

Her dress fluttered in the rushing wind as she threw a glance over her shoulders at him one last time.

“...I’ll see you later, Zhongli.”

—published on 30.07.2021

[rheawritessometimes]

Hiya! I hope you’re doing well :3 May I request the SFW alphabet with Albedo, Zhongli, and Diluc, letters L,R,Z? Thank youuu!! And dont forget to take care if yourself!

{ Albedo, Zhongli, Diluc x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } SFW Alphabet L, R, and Z. 100 Followers Special

{ Warnings } None

{ Notes } I hope this is okay and didn’t take too long. Also, I hope you don’t mind me not doing another L for Zhongli. Masterlist

{ Word Count } 947

{ Albedo }

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If Albedo is capable of handling Klee, he can handle any child in Teyvat. He’s become a master at entertaining even the most energetic of children in non-destructive ways, of course, this ability came with a lot of practice. Albedo has somewhat complicated feelings about having children of his own. For one, it’s not known to him if such a thing is even possible considering his origins. Not to mention, he’s fearful of what fate might befall his children should he ever lose control. Albedo can’t help but worry about the unknown future. On the other hand, for him to play a part in the creation of life, just the thought of it makes his heart flutter. He’d make such a good father, but it would take a lot of trust and convincing for him to consider that possibility.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Albedo’s fondest memory is of one of the simple dates you planned early on in your relationship. You had gone out on a perfect summer afternoon and set up two easels across from each other under the tree at Windrise. The premise of the date was simple, you’d paint each other and show your canvases after. The fact you had one of his interests in mind when coming up with the date made his heart warm. He remembered your sheepish smile when you told him yours probably wouldn’t be as good as his, but you prepared a picnic for after to make up for it. It took him a particularly long time to finish painting that day, he spent most of the time just staring in awe, the sunlight filtering through the trees and crystalflies floating around you were the perfect complements to your beauty.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Albedo is often working on his research in his lab deep into the night and needs to be reminded to sleep. However, he is very keen on the importance of sleep and ensures he gets eight hours of sleep every night. If he comes home late, he sleeps in late. It’s a simple matter in his mind, if he is to perform his work to the best of his abilities he needs to be well-rested. Considering the nature of his work, Albedo doesn’t have a strict working schedule so he can come into the lab once he is rested without worrying about being on time. Even if that wasn’t the case, what are they gonna do? Fire Albedo, one of the most genius alchemists of the age? I think not.

{ Zhongli }

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

 L for Zhongli can be found here.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

How could Zhongli possibly pick only one when every moment with you shines like gold in his memory? A lot of his time has been spent thinking of the past, of what was and what could have been. Recently he’s found himself changing a little bit. His favorite memory of your relationship is the one he’s living in. Zhongli is so happy being in the moment with you, putting his full focus on the now. A close second is the time he was so absorbed in admiring your expressions as you retold the story of your latest adventure he hadn’t realized he had been pouring tea too long until it overflowed out of the cup, flooded the table, and spilled into his lap. He was thankful that this was his third cup by that time and the tea in the pot had cooled down so his legs were unharmed. Unlike his dignity. But, damn, you were so beautiful in that moment.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Ever the old man at heart, Zongli is early to bed early to rise. It’s hardly ever the case that Zhongli goes to bed when he is tired, it is simply his routine. Once the sun has set, he brews a nice cup of tea, reads a chapter of whatever book he is interested in at the time in bed, then goes to sleep with you. Or without you, if you’re inclined to stay up later. Of course, he isn’t opposed to staying up later with you if that is your preference, but it will be quite the challenge if you wish to break his routine for more than a night or two.

{ Diluc }

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Just thinking about family makes Diluc’s poor heart ache but he wants one so, so badly. Diluc feels he has a responsibility to protect Mondstadt before considering his desires and also thinks it would be selfish to put his family at risk considering the enemies he has made. In a more peaceful time where he doesn’t have to worry about those who wish to hurt him hurting his family, he wouldn’t hesitate to start one with you. Until then, it’s just a seemingly far away dream.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It may be cheesy, but Diluc’s favorite memory is the one when he was finally certain you returned his feelings. It’s no surprise he has trouble opening up to others, that he has trust issues. It takes a long time and a lot of trust, but once you’ve proven that he can always count on you when it matters and he sees the earnestness in your eyes when you tell him how he feels, his walls come crumbling down for you. He probably cries.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Mondstadt’s beloved Darknight Hero is perpetually exhausted. He’s out late defending the city and up early in the morning to take care of Dawn Winery’s various administrative affairs. It’s even worse during the times he’s expected to host various events for Mondstadt’s nobility. It’s difficult, but you can sometimes convince Diluc to catch up on sleep by coaxing him into napping with you. He won’t say it, but he secretly appreciates it greatly, even more so if you help with some of his responsibilities so he doesn’t fall behind.

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REMEMBER ME POOKIE? (THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING I APPRECIATE IT ♡♡♡♡

So Just think about it if zongli is your boyfriend right image he shows his dragon parts to u like tail and tongue scales horns👹👹👹

And dragon is a type of lizard so dose that mean he breeds whit his tongue and tail and he always wears gloves JUST THINK ABOUT WHAT GOODIES ARE UNDER THERE😚😚😚 GROWING FINGERS.

do u think he has 2 cocks?

You.Need.Jesus... And so do I...

About the 2 cocks thing... I asked an expert (my college friend) and she said yes...

Btw I took a little creative freedom bc I had this "jealous scenario" long ago and wanted to try again some interaction with hybrid Zhongli.

Also, in case you want something more casual then just tell me and I'll give it a try.

Order ready. Enjoy.

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Jealous Hybrid! ¡Zhongli! x fem!reader | NSFW 🔞

Summary: You traveled to Fontaine where you became close friends with Neuvillette. That's why when you return to Liyue and Zhongli SMELLS Neuvillette in your clothes, he goes feral and (basically what was previously asked).

Advertencias: smut 🔞. MDNI. Established relationship. Dirty talk. Does this count as fucking a monster? Zhongli hybrid sex. size kink. Incorrect use of the dragon's tail (not just once, but twice 🎶fancyyy🎶). Two cocks. Piv, anal. Fingering. Does tail sucking count as a bJob? Unprotected sex. Overstimulation. Dacryphilia. Basically, daddy Geo goes wild.

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In a few days, you will return to Liyue Bay, to your comfortable apartment in the center above the jewelry store, next to your beloved Zhongli, who has not stopped answering your letters since you left for your work trip to Fontaine. The immense city had completely amazed you, and dazzled by the avant-garde facades of its buildings, the days had felt more like a vacation than work.

Despite the ostentatious façade of the city, you miss home and the delicate architecture between the mountains that guard the city. You also miss the ocean, so different from the primordial sea, full of ancient legends and tales of war. Most of all, you miss your dear counselor at the funeral parlor. Zhongli had been very encouraging about the idea of your trip, especially knowing how much you were interested in working at Meropide Fortress.

This, in your lover's words, would give you a fresh perspective and update your knowledge of the law, as well as a useful contact like the Duke. However, your dear Zhongli did not expect that your thirst for knowledge would be overshadowed by a reluctant desire to help the helpless.

Wriothesley was the first at Fontaine to notice this, so he didn't stop you when you offered your knowledge and help during a trial at the Opera Epiclese, a murder case that was quite scandalous, but not enough to horrify you…

As a paralegal, your knowledge had become indispensable in subsequent trials, so much so that you spent more time in the office of Iudex Neuvillette than in the Fortress. One day you had to attend to a poor robbery victim, the next day you had to observe the petitions and lawsuits of a Sumeru traveler who had come to town, another day you had to make sure that Liney had not been sued for one of those dangerous magic tricks, and then you had to return to the Opera for more cases… and so on for the months you spent there.

Mornings and afternoons you were busy, surrounded by paperwork and research. Fontaine's technology was indeed a welcome relief, and you counted the days to return to Liyue with plans for those strange machines….

As long as the sun was high, you kept your mind on your work, whether it was at a trial or in Monsieur Neuvillette's office. But when the moon rose, and even the Iudex warned you that you had worked too hard, you enjoyed the tourist wonders the city had to offer. The cuisine was very different from Liyue's, the clothes and the songs… ….

Neuvillette, like the good ruler he is, as a result of all the help you had given him, dedicated himself to being your guide during your stay there.

You had found in the Iudex a pleasant companion, whose stories and knowledge consumed you with curiosity. He reminded you of your Zhongli in many ways, and in that ancestral spirit they both radiate… After all, both of them had been great ancestral dragons at some point in their lives.

The farewell from Fontaine had been anything but sad, you had promised to come back, the Melusines had obliged you… and they had given you a box of macaroons. The return to Liyue is much easier than the departure, and when you finally see the red-and-green tiled roofs of the atavistic buildings, a warmth floods your heart. Home… you're finally back.

You hadn't told Zhongli about your return, so he's surprised when he catches your scent while drinking tea near the Wanmin Restaurant. He puts the cup down on the table and, with a subtle movement, closes his eyes, concentrating on the scent emanating from your skin. Yes… it is definitely you, it is the scent of your hair, the balm of your lips, the smell of the cream you use to moisturize your hands… how he missed that smell… how many times he had masturbated smelling your clothes, in the dark solitude of his apartment, longing for you to come back to him and let him take you on the floor, on the table or wherever…

He could perceive every bit of your cinnamon scent, of the lavender cologne you had bought a few months ago, of the floral soap with which you washed your clothes, even the new smells, the dew from the plants of Fontaine, the scent of the flour with which they prepared their famous cakes, the outflow of the sea in which you must have swum, and… what is that smell?

Zhongli frowns, no matter how expressive his face contorts as he turns his head toward the cobblestone streets of his city to meet your figure and your surprised, almost disappointed expression.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you complain as you embrace him from behind and leave a kiss on his head, how much you missed the scent of his dark curls, the feel of the softness of his hair… the scent of the man he is… you can't wait to have him on top of you that night…

"I smelled you from miles away," he mentions as if it were something banal, though in a rather stern tone of voice. You can't help but dive into the deep doubts of that foul smell. It seems familiar to him…

"I missed you too, my dear… Ah… It's been a long trip, but I had fun… I learned a lot," you say smiling, "Wriothesley was very kind to me, he gave me a lot of freedom to work in the Fortress…" you begin to tell.

The Duke, Zhongli thinks, no… that smell doesn't belong to him….

"Clorinde saved me from trouble when I first came to Fontaine…" you continue.

No… neither did she, Zhongli tells himself.

"Oh, Lady Furina was also very hospitable to me, even though she had a terrible flu when I first started working with the Iudex Neuvillette… oh, I almost forgot to mention the Hydro Dragon to you," you laugh, "you two have a lot in common…"

That smell… that reptilian stench of primordial water. So that's the name the vermin is using now…

Zhongli, smelling Neuvillette's perfume on your clothes, on your skin, can't help but think of all the days you spent with this man… being with him instead. He starts to feel a burning spark inside him that could explode any moment. Jealousy, people would tell him, he would call it thirst for death and war….

For the rest of the afternoon, all he hears from you is how wonderful and interesting Monsieur Neuvillette is… Neuvillette this, Neuvillette that, Neuvillette complimented me, Neuvillette helped me… Although you talk little about him and more about the other friends you made during your stay in Fontaine, in your territorial friend's mind it feels like you're explaining to him what a catch Monsieur Neuvillette is, a dragon who's not afraid to rule his country... while he…. Well

"I didn't think he was such a dragon," you comment, recalling the time Liney insisted Neuvillette to show him his original form, lying that it was his birthday, something the kindly Iudex, who cherishes the friendship of such an interesting being as Monsieur Liney, cannot deny.

"Did he show you his draconic form?" asks Zhongli, as if out of a trance.

"Only for a few minutes, but that was only once. I think I saw him more often as a dragon-human hybrid when we were working in his office late at night," you comment, very unaware of the pressure cooker Zhongli is turning into.

How comfortable Neuvillette must have felt, Zhongli thinks, to show himself to her like that… did they…? No, he reproaches himself, y/n would never do such a thing. And surely Neuvillette was just being kind to a guest like her, who had been so helpful during her stay there.

"Well," Zhongli adds, in the mood to change the course of the conversation, feeling a little more relieved, shedding his primitive instincts, "how was the weather?" he already knows the answer… rainy as usual… ….

"Pretty sunny," you reply.

And that's the breaking point for the great Rex Lapis, who has so patiently endured this conversation.

You hadn't realized how quickly night had fallen on Liyue when Zhongli led you by the hand at a brisk pace to your shared apartment. His grip is strong, like a heavy chain on your wrist, and his steps are longer and faster.

"Zhongli," you mutter between gasps at the performance you must give for this feat… After your long journey, the workout is going badly for you, "slow down".

"Yes… practice," he says, "because soon you will ask me to go much slower."

Your voice catches in your throat, while a few hours ago you had the idea of intimacy with Zhongli, you were expecting something slow and loving, as it usually happens when you return from your crossings… not what this man has in mind.

You stumble up the stairs, covering your face in embarrassment at the curious looks of your neighbors as they watch the unchanging funeral consultant drag his girlfriend up the stairs and into the confines of his apartment.

"Zhongli, stop it," you say once inside, breaking free of his grip, "what will the neighbors think?"

"That I'm fucking you until your legs stop working," he says, locking the front door.

"Don't say things like that," you squeak as you cover your face, your face red as a tomato.

"I wonder if you were this embarrassing when you were with your dear, respectable Iudex Neuvillette," Zhongli whispers, a hoarse undertone rising from his throat.

"Wait, Zhongli, it's not what it looks like," you try to defend yourself, though your words seem futile as the former Archon has you pinned against the wall, his entire form dwarfing your diminutive humanity.

"I'll tell you what it looks like," Zhongli says, slurring his words, despite the darkness, you can see his figure changing, growing in front of you, and his eyes, like two amber fireflies, piercing, are the only glimpse of light in the house, "it looks like I have to remind you who is the only dragon that can impress you, who is the only dragon that can eat your pussy and penetrate you until you're split in two."

"Zhongli!" you try to push him away, even though deep down something has started to smoke between your legs.

"I can smell how I turn you on," Zongli hisses, sinking his nose into your neck and brushing your cheek with his… horns?

"These…" you bring your hands up to his head, running them along the curve of the appendages that spring from his forehead, tangled in a spiral.

"Do you like them?" Zhongli muses, so deep and seductive that your skin bristles and your core soaks at the mere sound.

"I've never seen them before…" you say, your voice cracking, something besides Zhongli's hands caressing your hips and sliding up your thigh.

A tail… you'd be sure it was a tail if it wasn't for the darkness…

You turn your face away from Zhongli to watch him closely, noticing a certain look in his amber eyes, a pupil of an unfamiliar shape, and the way his smile shows you his sharp, gleaming fangs.

"I hate that you smell like him," he growls, shaking his head, "you should smell like me."

"Zhongli…"

"Is that all you can say?" he teases, sensing the eager tone in your voice, the nerves coursing through you from the tip of your nose to your toes, overwhelming your body in a rising flame of bubbling pleasure.

Zhongli is subtle as he leads you to the carpet, lighting the fireplace with his breath of fire on the way, illuminating the room and drawing a gasp of surprise from you.

Zhongli's figure towers over you, slender, almost monstrous. You find yourself propped up on your elbows, your skin brushing against the fabric of the carpet, while before you were wondering why he didn't leave you on the bed, now you understand, and that is that he wouldn't fit.

"Do you like what you see?" asks Zhongli, a proud smile on his handsome face. He kneels over you, cupping your frame between his thighs, to remove his clothes, which would have been torn by now but for the subtlety of his movements.

The thin fabric of his cloak falls behind his back, as delicate as lilies in spring, while his vest slides under his shoulders, tracing the slender figure of the ancient Archon. His tie is undone with a practiced gesture, and his white shirt opens in two, revealing the sculpted figure of the man above you.

The golden details of his skin reflect the fire of the hearth, and his chest, as fiery as the flame beside you, rises proudly before your incredulous gaze. The distance between his shoulders has grown, his chiseled muscles flexing with every movement. He undoes his gloves with his teeth, and as perverse as you look, you can't help but wet your lips with your tongue. His digits, like the rest of his body, have grown in size.

"I can read on your face the myriad fantasies that plague your depraved mind," he muses, adding a snaky sound to the end of the sentence.

Saliva drips down your throat, sweat trickles down your forehead, and your fluids begin to soak your core, all wet.

Zhongli is very skilled at undressing you, he has always taken his time for this kind of prelude, warming you up for him and adjusting your body to his eager caresses… but this is not just any situation… no, in his mind, in the mind of the powerful and ancestral ruler of Liyue, the goal is not to show you what a fervent and devoted lover he can become, but to rip all traces of the unwanted water dragon from your head and body.

"Careful," you mewel as you feel his claws growing and tearing at the fabric of your blouse and skirt.

"If these rags are so important to you, you know I can buy much more graceful ones that flatter the divinity of your figure," he orders, he's a tough nut to crack… and damn, that makes you…

"It's not the clothes…" you look for support on his shoulders, he moves you as if you were a rag doll, "I'm afraid you'll rub my skin…"

"Precious," he inhales deep into the skin on your shoulder, "I'm very skilled at moving when I'm with you. I would never allow myself such an atrocity, to bruise this pristine skin would be punished with the worst of punishments".

"Still," you whisper, and he gives you a golden look, expecting what you will say, with a calm but instinctive depth, you feel the flame of his lust grow and spread.

"Calm down," Zhongli says, laying your back down on the carpet again and parting the fabric of your bra with his claws. Your breasts heave after the release, your face turned sideways with crimson cheeks. "You look so beautiful when you're embarrassed," he adds, dipping his nose between your breasts, taking a deep breath of your eager, warm scent, bathed in eroticism and anticipation.

Zhongli slides his nose over your belly and then between your legs, over your soaked lingerie. Without taking his eyes off you, his eyes locked with yours in an iron grip, he slides the elastic of your garment around your hips, sliding the thin fabric down your thighs and then your ankles. The movement is slow and painful, but exhilarating, just as the image he gives you by smelling your underwear is exhilarating.

His beautified figure towers over you, the fabric clenched in a fist to his nose, where a deep sniff brings Zhongli the ecstasy that no recreational tea leaf could ever provide. The nectar of your sex is the only delicacy he needs that night, whether in his mouth or around his cock…

Throwing the lingerie aside, Zhongli places his hand on his pants, ripping the dark fabric tightly from his muscular legs to reveal not one, but two huge, thick, throbbing cocks eager for you.

"What the fuck!" you exclaim as you watch Zhongli's monstrous appendages slam into his abdomen.

He seems to ignore your expression as he buries his face between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, inhaling the juice inside of you as it oozes from your center… Well, he tells himself, it doesn't smell like Neuvillette, at least not here.

"Do you hear me?" you call, lifting his face by the horns, "do you have two cocks?"

"'Indeed, yes," he answers, taciturn as always, "what a crude way to question me about my nature, dear," he says, while you notice his tail waving behind him, wagging from side to side like a predator about to hunt. .

"Did you learn these manners on your wonderful journey to the Nation of Justice?" Zhongli asks as his tail wraps around your thigh, grazing your skin with its scales as it moves closer to your center.

"No… but it was a coherent question I asked," you argue with him, so vainly that you look pathetic.

"And I guess you didn't learn how dragons mate either?"

"The Iudex and I," you start to speak, but your voice stops when you feel Zhongli's tail tempting your folds, "He and I never… no…"

"Too bad," Zhongli replies, "because at least his tail would be softer than mine."

The words catch in your throat, a gasp as Zhongli spreads your legs and the rough skin of his tail slowly slides into your pussy, shaping the surprised, wet, velvety walls around him.

"Ahg!" You cry out between painful moans, you haven't even had time to get used to his thickness and he's already reached the bottom.

You writhe on the rug, your hands clenched tightly against the fabric of the rug as Zhongli holds your legs apart, watching the embarrassing way your pussy clenches around his appendage.

Your back arched as you heard him laugh, sending vibrations to your center, as if everything in it was somehow connected.

"Nothing to add?" he asks, almost mocking you.

"I~…mmhh~" you mewl as your chest rises and falls heavily, waves of heat gather in your belly, the thickness of his tail hurts, burns, but he touches you in every place you could want, even though it seems if he went any further he could reach your throat, "Ahg~"

"Too big?" he asks, pulling back just in time to hit your cervix again.

"Ah!" you moan hotly.

"Speechless?" Zhongli plays with your mind as he withdraws again, this time further, to sink deep inside you again, this time harder.

You can't help but let out a high-pitched, almost heartbreaking scream as you feel him plunge his tail all the way in, welcomed by your walls as they get used to him. His tail is long, largely due to his draconic form, so each time it curls up to penetrate you, it reaches the bottom with a crushing fall, pressing down on the rubbery spot that suffocates you.

Zhongli crosses your legs over his shoulder and pumps his tail into your pussy as if he's cleaning something inside you. Your back jiggles in this position, your waist moves at the stimulus of his thrusts inside you, your throat emits the most outrageous cries of pleasure you've ever made.

He goes in and out, rubbing every corner of you in synchronicity and fervor, little patient with your tolerance and abusing your limits. It excites him to see you screaming for him, and it excites him even more to see pearly drops sliding from your eyes, glistening like the juices overflowing from your abused hole.

"Ahhg~ yes, yes~" each word shouted between moans and sighs, deepens in Zhongli an instinctive way that he has wanted to show you for a long time. Each thrust accelerates, becoming frantic and jerky, each stroke brimming with power, and his hands wrap around your legs, holding you in place so you don't move as he ejaculates inside you.

His tail spasms painfully and suddenly you feel a familiar warmth explode inside you. he has cum inside you, you know it because you are aware of the sensation of his seed overflowing from your pussy… although you doubt that it came from his tail…

"You…" you gasp, mesmerized by the dark new sensation Zhongli has given you.

"Looks like you enjoyed it more than I thought," he smiles, a dark smile.

His tail emerges from inside you and slides over your stomach and waist, turning your body until your knees and palms touch the carpet.

"You're not very swollen yet, are you?" he asks.

"Well, I… ah!" you moan in mid-sentence as you feel his fingers sink deep into you, almost as long as your insides, reaching the deepest valleys of your insides, "Zh…. Zhongli~."

He moves his fingers inside you, bigger and thicker than you remembered. He pulls them out to leave your fluids on his cocks and plunges his fingers back in to lubricate your ass this time.

"I never dared to ask you to do it from behind," he says as he spreads your buttocks with his hands, exposing your small hole to him, "perfectly made for me," Zhongli whispers to himself.

You feel his thick member slide into your pussy, your entrance getting used to his new length as it throbs around him. Almost immediately he enters your ass, slowly working his way inside you, your hole welcoming the new guest with contractions that elicit guttural moans from Zhongli.

"Not so hard, darling," he growls, "or you'll make me cum," he adds, placing his hands firmly on your hips, avoiding the way your body trembles at his intrusion.

"It hurts~" you let out with a moan, because indeed it hurts, but the feeling of being so full makes your body feel like you are on cloud nine, experiencing sensations you have never felt before. "Mmhhh ~ Zhongli ~," you unconsciously move your hips back and vulgarly ask him to start his thrusts.

"I'm going to move, dear. Need you to hold on as long as you can," he says, leaning into your ear, the warmth of his breath flooding your neck and cheek. He doesn't want to hurt you, in short, he's jealous of your new friendship in Fontaine, but he didn't want to make you a victim of his feelings. He loves you, he is madly in love with you, and that is why he is willing to show you, in the most draconic human way possible, who is the only one who deserves to have you.

"Please," you beg, grinding your hips against his, feeling his cocks sink deeper into you.

Zhongli, like the ardent lover he is, doesn't keep his beautiful lady waiting, not after how well you've just taken him. He rubs your insides with his cock, eliciting mellifluous moans from you, and in an arduous retreat, he enters you again, all the way in, again and again and again.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room, Zhongli rushes into you at a frenetic and almost deadly pace, one second you feel empty and the next you are completely full, his appendages bruise your insides, shaking your insides and churning your belly in skillful movements.

He throws his head back, enjoying the way you clench around him, completely hooked on you, trapped in your vicious holes. He takes one of your breasts in his hand, massaging the soft, sweaty flesh under his fingers as heartbreaking screams leave your throat, his tail trailing up your other nipple, wrapping around it as one of his hands massages your clit.

You're completely pampered by his limbs, screaming his name as if it would save you from the overwhelming storm of pleasure consuming your body. Your face is contorted with pleasure, your eyes are in the back of your head, your heart is pounding against your chest just as Zhongli is doing inside you. All in perfect synchronicity.

The climax of pleasure comes when Zhongli takes your hands and places them behind you while his tail splits your lips and slides over your tongue, down your throat. All your holes are completely filled, all subdued by him, entering relentlessly without stopping for you to rest.

Zhongli grunts and moans as he feels your throat close to his tail and as your ass begins to shake around his cock. And he does it even more when he thinks about how beautiful you will look completely bathed in his cum. That's why when he comes inside you, from your mouth and pussy, he can't help but move away from you to get a clear picture of you gagging as you try to just swallow his contents, and as the milky fluid gushes from your butt under your thighs.

You cough and wipe your lips with the back of your hand, looking over your shoulder at the way your legs and ankles are soaked with hIs seed. Dragon stuff, you think, because he's never given you a load of this size before.

"Charming," he whispers, enchanted by the image your corrupted form offers him, "divinely accommodating and beautiful. The most precious treasure I have found on my long journey," he adds, crawling towards you, wrapping your body in his arms as he surrounds you with his figure in fluid movements, pressing you against his chest.

You feel Zhongli's chest vibrate, and the way he has put you on his chest, between his arms, and covered you with his tail, gives you the impression that he is holding you in a shelter, you, his precious treasure.

"Tomorrow I will make you a nest, I have to build one so I can take care of you and our cubs," he whispers above your head.

"Did it really occur to you that I could cheat on you with another man?" you ask, taking advantage of the fact that Zhongli has let down his guard.

"It was my mistake to let my foolish thoughts control my actions. In fact, I think you are the most loyal person I have ever met in my life," he replies.

"If so… why doubt me?"

"Because you are too good for someone like me. Because your sense of help and perseverance is more like that of a dragon who decides to take care of his people than one like me… who leaves them to their own fate," there was a hint of melancholy in his words.

"You have been a good ruler, my dear Rex Lapis. Liyue is more than ready to be ruled by humans…don't think that you have left it to its fate…especially when you walk through its streets and talk to its people," you smile as you caress his chest.

"My dear y/n, you always have the words to make my cold heart warm and smooth," he plays with the strands of your hair, "I am deeply sorry that I ever doubted you…in the near future I will make it up to you, and maybe in the distant future we can remember this as a simple and shameful mistake of mine," he adds, joining his lips to yours in a kiss that shows you his painstaking sincerity, the doors of his emotions wide open for you.

Zhongli's tongue slides into your mouth, giving the kiss a more naughty touch… and you don't know how, but suddenly you find yourself at his mercy again, stretching your pussy with his two cocks inside you, shaping your walls with relentless attacks.

"I want to see you with a swollen belly," he moans, "you're going to be a beautiful mother…" he says, opening your legs, digging his claws into your thighs, watching as his two cocks disappear into your hole.

Now that you think about it… maybe Zhongli is in heat…

[akaskira]

THIS IS SO CUTE IM DYING HELP

Proposals!

Bless the anon that gave me this idea! Anon if you read this, ilysm for this idea and I loved writing it out! I’m also planning on doing the marriage hcs soon! Also, enjoy these because the next set is FULL ANGST >:)

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc,Razor, Xingqiu, Xiao, Zhongli, and Childe.

Come one, come all! Find out how your mans proposes to you!

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