#soft zhongli

[flokali]

I just want to touch zhonglis horns or tail. Like they are so pretty

a/n: me too anon, me too ><

I love the image of a relaxed Zhongli who, after much coaxing from your part, allows a small pair of horns to adorn the top of his head. Well, it’s less that it’s small and more so that he’s big enough that almost anything that isn���t comically large looks small near him.

They look similar to Azhdaha’s horns in colour, earthy tones that make them look like Geo formations sitting atop their heads. However, Zhongli’s look just a tad bit neater, as if a gifted craftsman had taken the time to carve and polish them — which, may be possible considering how particular the former archon has become in regards to his appearance ever since your arrival.

His horns blend in their base with his hair, a dark brown colour that fades into a colour that looks akin to polished Cor Lapis. They sit comfortably atop his hair, curling upwards until the very tip where they finally look down. Long, thick vein-like carvings decorate them, their pattern looking much like the ones found in his pillars.

Whenever he uses his Geo element, which he rarely does whenever he allows himself to show his more draconian features, said carvings are filled up with elemental energy that glows a golden colour, instances in which they look much like rivers of gold flowing through him.

They’d probably be cold, at least whenever he’s not using any elemental energy, in which case they seemingly hum a soft warmth. But it never burns hot or freezingly cold, on the instances where you glide the pad of your finger through the, surprisingly, smooth surface it feels pleasant. Like an ointment that leaves your skin tingling, they seemingly buzz with energy native to Teyvat.

I also like to think that, when allowing more… draconic features of his to shine, Zhongli’s arms look similar to his Rex Lapis days. Back then, his arms were deep in colour with golden markings glowing - much like his horns, I’d think. Unlike before, the colour doesn’t seep into his neck, instead neatly ending near his shoulders and fading back into his human form’s flesh. But it’s just as striking, they almost look like gloves, but when you touch them they still feel like skin — the golden etchings in them, however, would probably feel more calloused, like scar tissue. In these instances, his arms run cold, much like stone. It’s only near the golden tissue that a semblance of warmth is found. During particularly hot summer days, they work wonders in keeping the heat away.

A tail… for some reason, I feel like he’d be extremely hesitant in showing it off. Only during private hours with you, where he’ll be absolutely certain no one other than yourself will see, will he show you. When he does, you notice how slim it is — only growing in size by the end, where it resembles a cloud. It’s essentially the same tail he possesses as Morax, where the end is filled with explosive colours that make it look like pure Geo energy materialising into the air.

Like any dragon, his tail is made out of scales - however his are surprisingly smooth, they blend into each other creating the illusion of there being no scales at all. They’re still sturdy, however, you’re pretty sure no weapon in existence could cut through them. His tail’s end… I think it’d be fur, long hairs combed into their position mimicking the clouds above Liyue Harbor during sunsets, unlike the rest of his body, I think it’d be surprisingly soft and, forgive my blasphemy, fluffy.

In these instances where he allows himself to be more vulnerable, showing bits and pieces of his most prominent and powerful forms, he grows to love your affection.

He loves it just as much when you comb his long, silken hair as when you detangle his tail. The feeling of your nails tracing the hundreds of scales that protect his tail make a shiver run down his spine, one that pleasures him as much as takes him by surprise every time.

Zhongli is rather secretive about his previous roles in life, which means that he has to trust you quite a lot to willingly expose traits of his that once belonged to the lives he once lived, which is why he’s so keen on keeping these attributes of his known only to the two of you.

If he so much as senses anybody coming near the room, his horns and tail quickly disappear - much to your disappointment. If anybody, much less someone like Venti, where to catch even so much as a glimpse of his more draconian features, you might need to physically restrain him lest he send them home with multiple injuries. It comes to a point where he mostly only cares about keeping a secret only between you and himself, rather than keeping his identity secret.

It’s why he treasures the soft moments where you lay in bed together, his head resting against your chest as you softly rub his horns with gentle motions. His ears are sharp, the beating of your heart is loud and clear to Zhongli, but it’s not bothersome at all — instead, it’s soothing to him, like the sound of soft rain against a window would be to some or waves softly crashing down into the sand. You’re too sleepy to notice, the warmth radiating from the man on top of you was simply too comfortable for you to resist the temptation of slumber, the soft purring that rumbled from his chest.

That was yet another feature of his you’d soon familiarise yourself with though, he still wanted to keep a few cards up his sleeve in case he felt you were drifting too far away from his embrace.

[mjbunnyluv]

Recompense

Zhongli wakes among silk sheets, body shivering against the cool air that slips under while he turns on his side. He swallows thickly, throat feeling strained and sore.

“Hmm. Some tea perhaps.”

When he throws the sheets off and drops his feet off the side of the bed, a harsh shudder rolls through his body.

“That is new,” he says to himself. 

It has been six months since he’d given up his gnosis to the Tsaritsa. Since stepping down as Archon of Liyue. Six whole months of living a mortal life. Zhongli supposes that he is finally adjusting, feeling what mortals feel with the changing of seasons.

He stands and quickly rests a hand against the side of his face as his head pounds fiercely. It is as if he’s been hit with a club, temple and cheek throbbing beneath the surface. He grunts and blinks away the pain before making his way to the kitchen.

“Tea,” he says again, shuffling a few containers on the counter to find the right blend. 

A chime rings outside, bells singing at the top of a new hour. Zhongli pauses in his tea making and counts the chimes.

“No, that cannot be right.” Still, amber eyes shift to the noctilucous jade clock that decorates the wall. “Oh dear. It seems that I have slept in. That will not do.”

Pushing the containers of tea leaves back into their rightful place, Zhongli moves about the apartment to get ready for the day. When he bends down to retrieve a clean pair of trousers, that awful pounding in his head returns.

Bright spots dance around the edges of his vision. He reaches up to rub at his temple, trying to massage away the pain. Once it subsides, he concludes dressing and takes the elegant staircase down two levels to the main lobby of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Director Hu Tao was generous enough to allow him lodging above the place. As such, Zhongli appeared in his office at exactly the time his daily shift was supposed to start.

“Zhongli, you’re late.”

“My apologies, Director,” he bows his head courteously to the short statured woman. “I foolishly slept in this morning.”

Hu Tao crosses her arms and regards him with curious eyes. A single brow raises as she taps her chin in thought. “You look quite pale today. Dark circles under your eyes too.”

“I am sure it will pass, but I have been experiencing a pain in the side of my face. It is quite unusual, but I assure it will not hinder my work, Director.”

“Oh?” Hu Tao perks up. “Shall I gather the proper documentation for your last testament?”

Zhongli fixes her with an unamused stare. “That will not be necessary.”

“Whatever you say,” she says in a sing-song voice, wandering to her office to begin her daily routine.

With a deep inhale that makes his chest feel heavy, Zhongli enters his own office and begins his tasks. A few requests to sort through, but nothing particularly pressing. It allows him time to do a bit of research, consulting books around the parlor. The information in them just makes his head spin.

“Surely, this cannot be correct,” he mutters to himself as he flips the page. “Mortals are burdened with such weakness.” 

Zhongli tries not to think too much about his ailments, but by midday he has a few more symptoms to add to the list. A cough has developed. Nothing horrid like those who visit the infirmary in dire condition, but a nagging sort of thing. Each time he thinks he has cleared the sore itch in his throat, the urge to cough returns. 

He sniffles, clearing his nose that has begun to drip incessantly. “Well, this is just…” Zhongli trails off with another cough.

“Sounds like I should get your measurements,” Hu Tao comments in passing. 

“Not necessary.”

An hour before the end of his shift, when the light filtering through the window has turned the color of rust, Zhongli rests his head against the cool wood of his desk. His eyes flutter closed and his breathing evens out. Exhaustion is not a new concept. Though he is hardier than the common mortal, able to last three days before sleep became a necessity, it is strange to feel it take hold before the sun has fully set. Not to mention, he slept the evening prior.

“Just for a few moments,” Zhongli whispers to himself. “A short rest.”

Unsure of how much time has passed, Zhongli startles awake when a hand rests on his shoulder. Reflexes take over, his hand flashing upward to grip his attacker.

“Woah there, Zhongli,” a familiar voice warbles. 

Blinking back the fog, amber eyes settle on the newcomer’s face, recognizing the particular shade of blue glinting in their eyes.

“Childe?”

“Uh huh,” the Fatui Harbinger nods. 

“I was unaware you returned to Liyue. I thought you had been summoned to Snezhnaya,” Zhongli comments, releasing his hold on Childe’s wrist.

“New assignment,” the man shrugs. “Though I’m sure the people of Liyue will have something to say about it.”

“Hmm.” A deep breath makes the former archon cough again. His face contorts as something wet and bitter rises to the back of his tongue.

Childe is quiet beside him, observing with shocked curiosity. “Are you sick?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Zhongli dismisses him.

“Oh, am I?” An eyebrow raises in a bit of a teasing manner, making light of the situation. “I’m not the one on death’s door, Xiansheng.”

“So, preparations should commence,” Hu Tao chirps from the doorway. “I’ll grab the paperwork.”

“Honestly,” Zhongli huffs. “I am not sick, nor am I dying.”

That tickle in his throat is more annoying than before, causing him to let out a few wet coughs. His head pounds each time, and with a groan, the archon reaches up to massage his temples.

“Right,” Childe sighs. “Looks like we’re making a stop at Bubu Pharmacy. Come on.”

Zhongli doesn’t have a chance to argue before the harbinger’s hand grasps his bicep and practically drags him out of his office. The director is singing to herself - an old funerary song - while she gathers the usual forms needed to plan a final farewell. 

“Don’t worry Director Tao,” Childe waves with a smile as they pass through the lobby. “Next time you see Zhongli, he’ll be right as rain.”

Once they’re outside, the temperature cool but not unpleasant, Childe finally lets go and falls into step beside him.

“I didn’t think archons could get sick.”

“Nor did I,” Zhongli sighs. It feels like cotton is stuffed inside his head. His usually exceptional hearing and sense of smell are hindered and the pounding behind his eyes is more than a little concerning.

“Aha, so you admit that you are sick!”

“Hmm, yes, I suppose that is the most plausible explanation for these terrible symptoms.”

“What are your symptoms?” Childe asks. “After living in Snezhnaya most of my life, I’ve come up with a lot of remedies for these kinds of things. I noticed you have a cough. Does your throat hurt, too?”

“It does indeed,” Zhongli nods. “Perhaps your expertise in these matters is necessary. Upon standing after I awoke this morning, I felt a throbbing pain against the side of my face. It seems to have become more insistent as the day has gone on. I have gotten much use from my handkerchief today as well.”

“Sounds like it’s just a cold.” The man shrugs.

This makes the archon slow, blinking as he takes in Childe’s words. “Just a cold?” He asks in a measured tone. “Do all mortals suffer these symptoms during their lifetime?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, a cold is pretty common.” 

Zhongli ponders this on their walk. They pass through the gate that leads toward Yujing Terrance and approach the stairs leading to Bubu Pharmacy. 

“Think you can make it to the top, Xiansheng?” Childe teases, taking two steps at a time in quick succession.

“Such insolence,” Zhongli mutters, beginning his ascension. 

Halfway there, he feels out of breath. His cough is more insistent and he is starting to feel a bit lightheaded. He paused to regain his strength, raising his gaze to take in the remaining steps. Childe was at the top looking equal parts amused and bewildered.

“Okay down there?!” The Fatui Harbinger calls lightly.

Zhongli climbs the rest of the way and fixes his companion with the most disapproving look he can muster. “You joke, though I imagine you have been in worse states than I am at the moment, Childe.”

The ginger haired man coughs lightly into his fist, though it sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “I mean no offense, Xiansheng. Just trying to keep things light.”

Amber eyes squint, observing Childe. There is a tightness to his jaw and stiffness in his shoulders. Eyes the color of the sea that laps at Liyue’s shore are sharp and serious, betraying the nonchalant smile that is plastered on his lips.

Zhongli reaches out, his hand resting on Childe’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “No need to worry, my friend. If it is…just a cold, as you say, then I am sure Doctor Baizhu will have a remedy to offer.”

“R-Right,” Childe chokes out before stepping out from under the former archon’s touch and makes his way into the pharmacy. 

Qiqi, just following orders, nearly makes the harbinger rip his hair out before Doctor Baizhu makes an appearance. He apologizes for her insistence that a prescription is needed. It is only when Childe explains that it’s not him who needs medicine but Zhongli that Baizhu turns and regards him with scrutiny.

Hands find their way to Zhongli’s face and neck, pressing lightly. He flinches at the doctor’s cool touch and the next thing he knows, a wrist is pressed to his forehead.

“Hmm. Fever, some swelling in the lymph nodes, and you’ve coughed quite a bit since arriving. Tell me Mr. Zhongli, how long have you had these symptoms.”

“Since this morning,” he answers with a level tone, trying to keep his annoyance at being touched under control.

“I see. Well, judging by the harbinger’s concern, I’ll give you a few things that will ease your discomfort,” Doctor Baizhu states, turning back toward Qiqi to rattle off names of medicines and herbs.

“I’m not concerned,” Childe bites out. The dusting of pink on his cheeks reveals his embarrassment at being caught in his emotions.

It warms Zhongli’s heart to know his friend cares so much about him. That he would go out of his way to care for him while in this predicament.

They leave with a bag of medicine and instructions hand written by Baizhu and a reminder to return should his symptoms become worse.

The walk back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is quiet, save for the light conversation that flutters down from the upper levels of Liuli Pavilion. 

Zhongli turns to regard his companion as they ascend the steps leading to his apartment and finds that Childe’s blush has darkened, eyes looking without seeing.

“Something troubles you, my friend.”

His voice seems to jolt the harbinger from his thoughts, who clears his throat and looks down at his boots when they arrive at the door. 

“It’s nothing.”

Well now, that’s certainly a lie. Zhongli may still be learning how to navigate the subtle intricacies of mortal life but Rex Lapis observed both adepti and mortals for over six millenia. He’s come to learn a thing or two about hiding one’s emotions.

“Childe?”

Those brilliant blue eyes snap to amber, a light smile turning up peach lips. All traces of worry are hidden behind Childe’s carefully constructed mask.

“Good night, Xiansheng. Hope you feel better in the morning.”

“Thank you,” Zhongli bows his head slightly. 

Childe is already halfway down the steps when the former geo archon enters his apartment. Alone once more, and in desperate need of some warm tea, Zhongli begins heating the kettle to the perfect temperature. The medicine prescribed to him by Doctor Baizhu is carefully set on the counter and he reads the instructions while his tea is being prepared. There is some kind of syrupy concoction that smells of bitterness, making Zhongli’s nose scrunch in distaste. Also, a paste or ointment meant to be rubbed over his chest to aid in clearing the pressure he feels in his face while he sleeps.

With tea expertly prepared, he takes a seat at his small, but elegant table, body aching as he lowers himself into the seat. 

The syrup tastes horrid, making Zhongli gag and hold a gloved hand to his lips. 

“An awful way to ruin beautiful tea,” he says to himself, taking a sip to wash away the bitterness that clings to his tongue.

The tub of ointment is not much better. It makes Zhongli’s skin stick to his silk pajamas in a way that makes him feel dirty. After having slept the previous night, it is strange to slumber again. However, exhaustion still holds a firm grip on the former archon. It takes some time, but eventually he falls into a sleep riddled with strange dreams. 

When he awakes, Zhongli feels worse than the previous morning. He cannot breathe out of his nose, nor inhale without coughing. He shivers under the sheets and tucks his knees in close to his body. 

“The director will surely not take this as an excuse. I must get ready for the day,” he said so himself, voice raw. He wonders if he had been coughing in his sleep.

Upon standing, he falls straight back to the bed with a weak sigh. His body aches and his head throbs unpleasantly. Though he does not want to experience the taste of that bitter medicine, Zhongli knows Doctor Baizhu wouldn’t have prescribed it without the utmost care and knowledge.

He is sluggish in arriving downstairs and when Hu Tao gets a look at him, he is promptly dismissed with the director’s harsh threat to get well soon.

Tea does little to warm his shivering body, eyelids heavy as he sits at the table and sips the hot drink. Zhongli’s bed looks inviting and once he finishes the tea, he crawls under the sheets. Each time he thinks he’s about to drift off, consciousness suddenly sparks. The sound of someone working on the floor below, birds chirping just outside the window, the urgent feeling that he should be hiding in this weakened state. Though he tries to will himself to check the door, Zhongli falls asleep before he can finish that thought.

The next time he awakes, it’s to the feel of something damp pressed against his forehead and a heaviness that has been laid across his body.

Amber eyes blink open, just making out familiar messy ginger hair and a lithe frame flitting about the kitchen.

“Childe?” Zhongli croaks, throat dry and incredibly sore.

“Ah Xiansheng, you’re awake,” his friend answers, relief clear on his face as he approaches the bedside. “I know you’re an archon and all, but maybe you should think about locking your door when you plan to sleep.”

“I did not plan on it,” he responds.

“Yeah, I guess being sick will do that to you,” Childe chuckles softly and rubs the back of his neck. “When I came to check up on you, Hu Tao mentioned she sent you away to rest.”

“And you barged your way in?”

“I did not barge in.” He rolls his eyes. “The door was unlocked. Besides, you were shivering so I took the time to make you more comfortable.”

Zhongli finally sees the reason for the weight lying over his body. A thick quilt that he does not recognize is draped over the silk sheets.

“Hmmm, it’s warm.”

“Good,” Childe nods, intending to leave the room before abruptly turning back around to remove the damp cloth lying on Zhongli’s forehead. “Do you think you could eat? I picked up some black-back perch stew from Wamin Restaurant. Xiangling sends her regards, by the way.”

“That is very kind,” Zhongli says, mustering a smile. “I will have to thank her the next time I visit.”

“So, do you want some?” There is a nervousness in the harbinger’s crystal blue eyes.

“You’ve gone through much trouble for my sake. It would be a slight against you to refuse such kindness.”

“It’s just soup, Xiansheng.”

Childe disappears back into the kitchen and Zhongli hears the rustling of a paper bag. No doubt, he’s setting the table with the food he acquired from Wamin Restaurant. 

With a groan, Zhongli leaves the bed, pausing to look back. His fingers slide across the quilt. Soft cotton squares depicting patterns foreign to Liyue are stitched together with shining thread. He doesn’t let himself linger on the many questions his mind drums up, instead wrapping the blanket over his shoulders and joining Childe at the table.

“It’s comfy, right?” his friend smiles, looking pointedly at the quilt.

“Indeed,” Zhongli answers, pulling it tighter around him. “I don’t recognize the pattern…or craftsmanship.”

“Snezhnayan,” Childe tells him. “I brought it from home. Don’t really use it much since it’s so much warmer here in Liyue, but it’s– it’s a comfort.”

The former archon can hear the love laced into those words. A prized item. “And you would allow me to use it in my weakened state?”

His friend shrugs with a nod like he hasn’t just given Zhongli a piece of himself.

“I will take great care of this.”

“I appreciate it,” Childe says softly. “Here, try this.” A bowl of black-back perch stew is placed in front of him.

Food is decidedly harder to consume, but the broth is warm and eases the ache in his throat. 

“Would it be wise to visit Bubu Pharmacy again?”

“Nah,” Childe shakes his head before taking another spoonful of his own soup. “This is just the way with being sick. Sometimes you feel worse before you get better.”

“I see,” Zhongli hums. “Then I will proceed with the care instructions Doctor Baizhu gave last night.”

They resume their meal, quietly enjoying the stew together. Though Zhongli would prefer not to feel so awful, Childe’s presence fills him with pleasant warmth. 

“I believe I will rest some more,” he announces once only a few spots of liquid remain in the bowl.

“Good idea.” 

Childe collects their bowls and utensils. He begins cleaning up as Zhongli crawls into bed once more, pulling the quilt around him a bit tighter. His friend is right in his description that it is a comfort. The sound of dishes clinking and water running softly lulls him to sleep.

Silence meets Zhongli’s ears as he slowly comes to. For a moment he wonders if Childe has left, only to feel a gentle touch run through his hair. That wet cloth is plastered to his forehead once more and he feels a bit better than earlier. 

“Keep resting, Xiansheng,” Childe whispers.

Amber eyes flutter open. The room is dark save for the single lantern casting a warm glow from the bedside table. It must have been hours since he shared stew with his friend.

“You’re still here,” Zhongli mumbles.

“It’s the least I can do…” 

“Hmm.” 

The former archon thinks about the strange emotion that tinges Childe’s tone. Though he is still learning about the many facets of mortal life, he is coming to understand regret. Of course he experienced the emotion as Rex Lapis, but it meant something different before he chose to step down as Liyue’s revered god.

“I hold no ill will towards you for releasing Osial,” Zhongli finally says, turning his head to regard the Snezhnayan warrior. “In fact, without you, I do not believe the Adepti and Qixing would have ever come together.”

Childe’s lips turn into a straight line, eyes hard to read in the low light.

“I have apologized for using you as a pawn in my contract with the Tsaritsa, and I will do so again if it is required of me.”

“No,” his friend sighs. “It’s not– I…”

Zhongli stays quiet, allowing Childe to sort his thoughts into the words he wants to speak aloud.

After a few moments of silence, the harbinger speaks. 

“I released Osial in hopes that I would draw out Rex Lapis…but you never appeared. A good fight is worth everything to me and what better way to test my strength than against a literal god?”

“Ah,” Zhongli nods slightly. “I see. Perhaps I could make it up to you with a spar. Once I am back to full health, of course.”

Crystal blue eyes blink at him once, twice, before a sparkle of mischief and excitement returns to them. A smirk pulls at the corner of peach lips and Zhongli returns the sentiment. 

“I would like that,” Childe answers.

“Then we have a contract. Once I have regained my strength, we will spar.” 

Zhongli settles against the bed again and lets his eyes flutter closed. If he feels that gentle touch resume gliding through his hair, he does not comment on it. Instead, he sighs softly, leaning into the comfort so easily given by his friend.

[mielplante]

[draconic-desire]

🔶 Rex Dracorum 🔶

Yandere Zhongli x Reader

At this year’s Lantern Rite, you happen to cross paths with a dragon, much to the chagrin of the one who holds you in the palm of his hand. The result has you trapped between them.

Warnings: Very brief mention of nsfw at the end, implied kidnapping, forced relationship, yandere behavior. Basically my version of what would have happened if Zhongli and Neuvillette actually met at the Rite…

Despite the contract irrevocably binding you to the Lord of Geo, its progenitor allows you a surprising number of freedoms.

Sometimes, you can pretend like he didn’t steal your life away with a simple signature. That he didn’t back you into a corner, making you decide between two evils: to be his wife and mate, or watch as everything and everyone you ever cherished suffer the wrath of the rock.

Why me?, you would plead aloud, desperate for any loophole, any escape from your contract. Why a mortal geologist with only a few mora to her name?

You’re one of the few who appreciates the rock over the gem, my precious lapis, he’d reply cryptically. Always riddles and non-answers, layered statements garnished with polished words.

If you could reverse time, you would have refused his invitation for tea that first time. Little did you know that each of those subsequent meetings, each time you spent listening to his fantastical tales shared between steaming cups, you were digging your grave a foot deeper, his hold on you constricting an inch further.

Perhaps if you had rejected him outright, he would have viewed you not as a unique mineral, but as another insignificant pebble in a sea of endless, colorless sediment. As no more than the dirt beneath his boot.

Instead, you must seek refuge from him and his stifling, suffocating presence in the times between the cracks, like now, as you take in the transformed Liyue Harbor, adorned with lights and colors brighter than any precious stone.

Hailing from Liyue, the Lantern Rite has always been a time of celebration and reflection for you and your family. Now it represents one of the only times the invisible shackles are lifted from your frame.

Although Zhongli does initially insist on walking you through the harbor, arms interlocked as he parades you around while monologuing about Liyue’s rich history, he permits you to venture off on your own and explore while he entertains his associates or work clients during the day. Although you know there are constantly eyes on you, usually a certain grumbling yaksha, this precious time almost feels like normal.

Today, you’ve decided on a stroll through Qiaoyang Village. The quiet, leisurely existence that its inhabitants have adopted fills you with a rare tranquility. Walking at a slow pace among the many street vendors, the scent of tea leaves, fresh mint and spices, permeates your nose, beckoning you forward. Your tea stocks at home are getting a bit low, you mentally remark, and having some of your own gives you an excuse to occasionally opt out of the times Zhongli wants to drag you out again.

Your mind set, you turn to find yourself a fraction of a second from running straight into a wall of boxes.

No—looking down, you spot a pair of black and gold boots, leading up to black trousers and elegant blue robes. A pair of matching gloves holds the boxes in place. There’s actually a person carrying all of those parcels.

Due to the boxes obscuring their view, they notice you too late—with startlingly quick reflexes, they manage to avoid running into you, but given their sudden halt mid-step, the boxes in their arms go toppling to the ground.

You gasp at your stupidity and immediately drop to your knees to maintain the stranger’s fallen goods. Embarrassed at your carelessness, you stumble over your words. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t see you—”

A gloved hand rests on your own scrambling fingers, calming your frantic attempt to organize the items. “No apologies necessary. I am the one at fault for not being more alert.”

Turning to face the stranger, who is now crouching beside you, the air in your lungs extinguishes as your eyes lock.

Undoubtedly, this man is one of the most handsome individuals you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Long, silver hair cascades around his sharp, defined features: almond eyes with striking lilac irises, high cheekbones and full lips, a tall, muscular frame clearly sculpted with subtle muscle. His attire—sapphire robes, adorned with lighter accents and intricate whirls of ocean blues—is clearly of expensive taste and sophistication. The jabot and dewdrop pendant around his neck suggest he’s Fontainian, perhaps associated with the court there.

You must look like a gaping fish out of water, for the man helps you to your feet with a kind smile. “I must have given you quite the startle. Are you feeling alright?”

His deep baritone rings through you, similar yet so unlike the proud voice of the Geo Archon you’ve grown accustomed to. Blinking twice, you regain your bearings and pray to the Seven—excluding one in particular, who would be very unhappy with you—that the man didn’t notice you gawking at him. “Ah, yes, I’m fine. Again, I’m very sorry for being so distracted. If any of your items are damaged, I’m more than happy to pay for replacements.”

“That is quite generous of you, but I can assure you that won’t be necessary. You see, these boxes merely contain tea, nothing more.” To prove his claim, he bends down to retrieve a box that opened when it landed, revealing simple, sealed bags of leaves.

Your shoulders sag in relief. It truly seems like no damage was done. “Well, at least let me help you wrap them up together. I know a trick that will make carrying them all much easier.”

The white-haired male nods, followed by a subtle smile. “That’s very kind of you. I accept your proposal.”

After a quick stop at another stall to buy twine, you start to work on binding the boxes together. You count more than ten in total—who needs that much tea, anyway? The amount of it is almost comical, but you can’t bring yourself to actually poke fun of the man. Not when he’s looking at you with such an endearing smile. Like he’s seeing you, not just the wife of the Lord of Geo.

Your face heats. “So,” you start, trying to focus on your knots and ties and not the stranger’s eyes boring into you, “can I ask why you’re carrying so much tea?”

“Well, I originally was transporting some goods back to Fontaine for my friends and colleagues, but I decided to partake myself. It was buy ten boxes get half off,” he replies, as calmly as if he were stating an obvious fact.

You can’t help it. A giggle escapes your lips as you quirk your head to the side. The innocence with which this man admitted to being scammed endears you greatly, and you can’t help but play along with him. “You know, that’s a pretty good deal.”

He smiles, then, a subtle thing paired with a tinge of pink along his cheeks. “I thought so, too.”

Your smile grows in tandem. Speaking to others, especially other men, without your husband hovering above the conversation is quite rare for you these days—though you have no doubt you’ll be questioned about it later once Xiao reports the encounter to him, if he hasn’t already—

A hand rests on your shoulder, the landing a bit too heavy and the grip a bit too tight. “Ah, my beautiful wife. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

The sound of Zhongli’s voice sends a jump through your bones. Archons, you knew you were being followed, but you’ve never been located and corralled this quickly. A flame of indignation, which has long since dimmed from an inferno to a mere flicker, sparks in your chest. You’re rightly upset that your time has been cut short, and even before you learned this interesting and undeniably attractive foreigner’s name.

You look up at Zhongli and open your mouth to explain the situation, that you were merely helping the other man secure his absurd amount of tea boxes, but the words die in your throat.

The Lord of Geo’s amber gaze is sharp and deadly as stone, directed at the other man. His jaw tightens and he grinds out, “Neuvillette.”

The silver-haired man’s eyes narrow as his gaze roams from the hand on your shoulder to meet Zhongli’s glower. “Rex.”

Your brow furrows in confusion as you glance back and forth between the two men who look two moments away from ripping each other to ribbons. It’s obvious they know each other, and the name Neuvillette rings a bell of recognition in your mind. But what really concerns you is the term by which Neuvillette called Zhongli. To your knowledge, no one refers to your captor as Rex Lapis except Xiao, who knows of his draconic—

Oh. Oh.

The realization slams into you with a wave of clarity as your head slowly turns toward the other man. The silver, slitted pupils, the shimmering blue horns and pointed ears, the aura of power and hydro around him…

Horrified, your mouth falls open as you truly take in this man, Neuvillette.

No, not a man. The restored leader of Fontaine, the Hydro Sovereign.

You’ve been casually conversing with not only a dragon, but also the Chief Justice of the Region of Justice. One of the original powerhouses of Teyvat, from which the Seven gained their gnoses. And, given the death of the Hydro Archon, there is currently only one in existence restored to their full power.

“Shit,” you breathe, a bit too loudly. Purple and gold irises snap to you in sync, one filled with thinly veiled concern and questioning and the other with building anger and possession.

On cue, Zhongli snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you taut against his side. You swear you feel the hint of claws digging into your skin through the fabric of your dress, the remnants of his exuvia form.

“I had hoped to avoid meeting you here,” Zhongli states, eyes roaming over the scene, the scattered tea boxes, the twine in your hand, as he pieces together the situation, “but my wife is too kind for her own good sometimes.”

Neuvillette’s eyes browse over your form, examining your tense muscles and downtrodden eyes, the arms that remain at your sides. He’s seen cases just like this time and time again in court, but even so, it doesn’t take a legal profession to ascertain that you’re not particularly fond of your husband. And given Morax’s propensity for contracts, Neuvillette’s senses immediately go on alert.

The Chief Justice clears his throat. “Not at all. I think it quite generous of her to have dedicated her time to making my travels easier.” He tries to give you a reassuring smile, but you’re too focused on Zhongli who, despite his collected demeanor, you realize is a thread away from snapping.

Just what kind of battle between dragons have you gotten yourself into the middle of?

“Is that so? Perhaps she took pity on an old man such as yourself. I hear it can be difficult to carry so much after you’ve departed from your prime.”

“Old man?” Neuvillette barks a laugh, but quickly coughs and regains his composure. “Quite ironic coming from you, Rex. Besides, I feel quite reinvigorated these days. One can only assume it’s due to the balances of power returning to their rightful due.”

Zhongli flashes a hint of his canines, the only giveaway to his building rage. “Rightful is quite a biased term. We wouldn’t want to start a war now, would we?”

Neuvillette’s eyes glint like a sword ready for battle. “And you would know quite a bit about inciting wars, wouldn’t you, Rex?”

Dear Archons, you need to stop this before these two lunge at each other’s throats.

“Zhongli,” you try to placate with a soft voice, the name and tone you know he so adores from you, “I believe that Neu—uh, the Chief Justice was on his way back to Fontaine. I only wanted to help him wrap up his purchases correctly for the journey. If we assist him together, then we can head to the Pavilion for tea after, yes?” Part of you is disgusted at yourself for having to grovel, but you can’t allow two immensely powerful draconic beings to brawl over tea in the middle of the village.

Though you have an strong inkling that the argument isn’t over tea.

Your suggestion lands. Zhongli’s muscles relax as he peers down at you, those immovable, amber eyes softening slightly as he drinks you in. The roaming hands across your back and waist, however, hint that you’ll be getting an earful in private. Though of the likely punishments he has in store for you, that’s the least of your worries.

With a single snap of his fingers, Zhongli uses the power of geo to bind Neuvillette’s parcels together. “There. Consider the issue resolved. My wife and I have matters to attend to.”

Zhongli quickly begins to pull you away, and you think you hear a growl over your shoulder from Neuvillette’s direction. “Careful, Rex. I would be most displeased to have to take one of your contracts to court. In the face of the law, they aren’t as omnipotent as you believe them to be.”

You wince, the statement hitting a bit too close to home. Zhongli, on the other hand, goes as still as stone. “That sounds awfully like a threat, Neuvillette.”

“A mere warning. It is of your own fault to read too deeply into it.”

Neuvillette then turns his attention to you, placing a single tea box into your shaking hands. You have no clue when he separated it from the rest.

Leaning in, his voice drops, low enough to be directed to you, yet you know Zhongli hears it clearly. “You are more than welcome to Fontaine. I will see to your accommodations personally, if you so choose to visit. I believe a spirit like yours would be greatly appreciated in our nation.”

All you can do is shake your head forlornly. Never in a million lifetimes will Zhongli allow it, not even before this encounter. You’ll have to settle for seeing Fontaine through your dreams alone.

Straightening with a frown but understanding the position you must be in, of the contract that binds you to the Geo Archon, Neuvillette lets the matter drop. He turns to leave, but not before throwing over his shoulder, “And her name isn’t wife, Rex. It’s…”

You swallow thickly. “(Y/n),” you finish, a mere breath.

Neuvillette gives you a final smile in return. “My offer will always stand, (Y/n). Happy Lantern Rite.”

Moments after he’s out of sight, Zhongli dips his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and rubbing his over your skin. “You stink of that other male…but I know how to amend that.”

Needless to say, you did not make it to tea that afternoon.

It wasn’t until that night when Zhongli was asleep, clawed limbs and scaly tail entangled with your naked form, that you deem it safe to open the tea box Neuvillette gifted to you.

Core pounding, you grimace as you stand, the many possessive and claiming bite marks and bruises across your skin even worse than usual. He didn’t lie about wiping any scent of the other dragon away, if the past few hours of nonstop sex were any indication.

You make your way to the kitchen trash, where Zhongli had immediately disposed of it upon arriving home. Heart pounding, you lift the lid.

A shimmering blue vision reflects in your pupils.

[zhongrin]

zhongrin © 2024 ❥ do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or feed into ai.

tail of a dragon.

featuring... ❥ zhongli

involves... ❥ minors dni, gn!reader, dragon!li, fluff, crack, monsterfucking(?), cannibalism innuendos(??), rambles/headcanon -> short drabble format

at first, i thought zhongli's echo doesn't show up when it's raining (i was in the middle of fighting the oceanid boss). and it made me think; what if his dragon side absolutely abhor rainwater? he's still always a gentleman, of course ー giving you his coat to use as an umbrella upon unexpected downpours; but it's funny to think that inwardly he's just silently screeching something along the line of "curse the rainwater in my shoes curse the rainwater in my hair this does not bring joy at all" within the confines of his lizard brain. he will most definitely make excuses of being cold from the rain and insists on bathing together afterward, too. you may think he's trying to seduce you, but in reality, this old dragon just wants the icky cold rainwater out of his hair.

and then, i noticed that i was wrong ー it gets hidden when any sort of combat happens (i'm not sure if this is an iOS-only decision to conserve resources so that processing power for particle effects can be allocated to the fight's particle effects, or if it's a design decision because they don't want it to interfere with the battle experience).

and i've decided i shall think of it as a zhongli equivalent of men cracking their neck before they get serious. it's not exactly his real tail, after all - he's consciously controlling it, all because you wished he would show his draconic features more often, but he can't really have his horns or tail out in public. hence its disappearance whenever he has to focus that consciousness into something else.

this also means the shiny golden apparition would be nowhere to be found whenever he's intent on pleasuring you... but, perhaps if you rile him enough, you'll be subjected to a very solid dragon's tail, as majestic and mesmerizing as it is deadly, wrapped around your waist as he devours his favorite meal and milk your pleasure until you're all loose for his cocks to sink into the soaked depths of your needy heat.

even though your husband might seem to be all in control and composed, all gentle smiles and the occasional mischief-filled smirks, his tail is another story entirely - the man may not know of the phrase 'cuteness aggression', but he may as well be the personification of it. his mind constantly think about how adorable you are, soft and squishy and mouthwateringly delectable, constantly warring with his own mind over wanting to sink his teeth and nibble your pliant flesh. it lashes, it slithers, it squeezes, and it's unashamedly honest in its unrestrained movements, reflective of his desires in its rawest form. it'll make sure its hard scales imprints on your skin - a unique mark to accompany the mating bite he'll generously lap and suckle on. you're akin to a sweet treat he wants to lick and nip and scratch and devour. lucky for you, his patience and self-control has been tempered and honed for more than six thousand years.

and if your mind decides to conjure any sinful fantasies involving that extra appendage of his, why not tell him? who knows, perhaps you'll arouse a certain part of his draconic brain. your husband is a good listener, but he's also an achiever, after all.

[caramel-flan]

A little doodle! the new event is so sweet! 🍃⭐

[hawberries]

you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting

[falsehero]

"it's time, maestro."

[by-saiyuri]

morning cuddles with dragon boyfriend (also it's hot and his scales are cool)

[random-yandere-fandom]

Thinking about...

Kaeya, who loves peppering your neck with kisses. Who adores inhaling your scent and feeling your breath hitch as he ghosts his lips over your throat, searching for your pulse. He revels in the fact you let him so close, his teeth right next to your pulsing artery, to the airways and vocal cords. The only thing separating him from them is your flesh that he kisses and nibbles on, sucking on the particular sensitive skin just below your ear that makes you shiver. You will be covered with marks after and though there is a part of him that feels embarrassed that he let it get out of hand, there is no denying the smug pride he can't fully hide.

Zhongli, who strolls through Liyue Harbor with you, hand resting on the small of your back. His warmth spreads and you feel his thumb draw small circles on you, separated through your clothes. His rich voice telling you all kinds of stories, his eyes shining whenever he manages to make you laugh with an anecdote or feels your eyes on him for a little too long. He shows off his city to you in a subtle way all the while not so subtly showing you off to everyone nearby.

Childe, who does not see a reason to wake you up even if it's way past morning, the sun high in the sky. His arm is wrapped around your waist, his nose nuzzled against your shoulder blade as he chooses between pressing closer and breathing. He focuses on the rise and fall of each breath you take and the calm heartbeat and presses a small kiss above your spine, enjoying the taste and feel of your skin. He mentally congratulates himself on commanding his subordinates to leave him alone today.

[crystalflygeo]

Sleepy n Drowsy Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: somno, half-dragon zhongli, wet dream, humping, a bit of nipple play , touching over clothes, pet names.

notes: Dedicated to/Inspired by @moraxsthrone . Honestly at this point we're just going back and forth sharing the horny zl braincell inspiring each other to write stuff and I love it lmao. Thank you hun for being such a precious friend and feeding me geo daddy content ehe. This one is very soft and loving aaaaaaaa

You stir a little in bed, pulling tighter at the thick dragon tail you’re clinging to. Your breathing still soft and paused, still asleep despite your squirming. Zhongli shuffles a bit as well and pulls you close, pressing your back flush against his chest. You sigh.

“…li…” A mumble.

Zhongli nuzzles his face against your neck, purring softly as a hand smooths across your hip. Much to his surprise you buck forward only slightly, your little nightgown riding up leaving only the soft cotton of your panties to brush against his scales. Even in your sleep, you shiver.

His long tail curls around you both, going over his leg but right between yours, straddled by your soft thighs. You let out a little sound that has Zhongli blinking away any remaining sleep, before you start to move again a little, slowly back and forth, rubbing your core against his tail.

His eyes narrow and he lets out a small amused smile. Oh? Is his little mate humping his tail?

“…hah…”

As moments go by it becomes more and more obvious, you’re searching for that delicious friction, breathy sighs and little groans escaping your parted lips as your lower body twitches, subconsciously chasing pleasure though barely brushing your clothed pussy on his scales.

He takes notice of a subtle dampness and the faint scent of your arousal invades his senses.

What kind of husband would he be if he doesn’t help you out, right?

Your breath hitches as one of his hands lovingly cups your breast, massaging it softly before his thumb rolls at your nipple over the fabric of your nightgown. His tail presses a little more insistently between your legs, rocking softly in languid and slow strokes.

“Mmmngh…”  

“Shhh darling, I’m right here.” He whispers against your skin, placing a kiss at you shoulder, a gentle calm to his touch and voice.

Another sigh and little whine from you as the dragon simply holds you there in his arms, nosing at the back of your neck and the top of your spine, his tail shivering slightly against you. His hand snakes under the silky fabric of your sleepwear and touches warm skin instead, rolling the perky nipple between thumb and index.

“Ahh..” Your brow furrows and you twitch and squirm. “…mmngh… m-more…” You murmur quietly, and Zhongli’s cock twitches in his pants.

Zhongli’s hand brushes past your stomach and your navel, fingers barely ghosting across your pussy as he pulls his tail away. Your head tips back and hips stutter forward when her circles your entrance through the cotton barrier, seeking out the warmth of his palm in a sleepy daze.

“Hmm… my love, so good to me.” He chuckles, the bleary sound permeating the thick air around you both. He nips at your neck, fangs barely brazing the skin as he teases you a little. The wet spot in your underwear growing noticeably larger and a soft keen leaves you when he brushes against your clit.

“Zhong… hnng”

He sighs deeply, rolling his hips to grind his bulge against your soft round ass. He groans at the feeling, deep and appreciative and your eyelids begin to flutter.

“Li…?”

“Hm? Finally awake my love?”

You tilt your head over your shoulder, drowsy, eyes half-lidded. “Mmhm… I was having a most delightful dream though...”

“I could tell.” He smiles back, effortlessly attractive in his disheveled dark locks, molten golden eyes, handsome features and deep hoarse voice. “Want to make it a reality?” His hand dips down your panties, barely brushing your slick folds.

A long low moan comes out before you can even register it, raw in it’s sheer need as your body shudders with desire. “Yes please Zhongli… breed me.”  

Oh, his grip tightens and his pupils widen to serpentine slits. “As you wish…” His warm breath caresses your ear.

[itsyhollow]

Loong dragon Zhongli

[witheredgardenparty]

Twisting Twigs in Celadon

Read on AO3 (AO3 Account)

(This might look familiar. Author moved blogs.)

Zhongli x g/n Reader

Originally a request for the Holiday 2023 Tarot Request Game.

Getting caught in his orbit was like being stuck in a sort of anachronistic bubble. (or, the one where you arrange flowers.)

Warnings: yandere dynamics, soft yandere, maybe literal captive audience, paternalistic behavior, Reader is instinctively uncomfortable by the age difference, the gods are merciless in their own unique ways (talking), I read actual books to get a modest understanding on the topic but I still feel woefully unprepared for how political flowers are, extreme liberties taken by forsaking Teyvat's internal flower structures because *internal screaming*

Word Count: 1.2k

Liyue Harbor is bustling with its usual vim and vigor. The weather is peaceful and mild. You had awoken in perfect health, absolutely rested and content. The morning ritual has gone over stupendously well. On any other day, this would leave you energized and ready to tackle whatever may come.

It is a shame that no one saw fit to die and save you from obligation.

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is unsettlingly quiet. A table has been prepared for your arrival. The surface laid littered with a modest assortment of florals and foliage. The front counter is lined with a small variety of vases. Environmental association momentarily has tricked your eyes into mistaking them for urns.

The first time you had agreed to listen to the strange man's story had been a random act of kindness. Zhongli was an eclectic presence about town. There were rumors whispered by street merchants and the Millelith alike that he must be adeptus in origin. The people think him some sort of illuminated creature carving a space for themselves among the humans. (Rumors used to wonder if he was not Rex Lapis himself, but those ended the day the Archon's corpse rained down from the sky.) 

Regardless, you had always found him a lonely sort of ghost. A being that haunts an area he is no longer able to recognize. 

This is meant abstractly, of course. Despite his eccentricities and somewhat outdated tendencies, you did not want to do him the discourtesy of treating him any less than human. Perhaps that had been naive of you.

...please read the rest on AO3. (Requires an Account)

"could you do zhongli and flower arranging please?" - Anon

The Draw:

The Caiman and Poppy (Dreams) - In Reverse

Bay (Wisdom) - In Reverse

Knight of Swords - In Reverse

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Good Morning, Beautiful (Zhongli, Ayato, Tartaglia, Xiao)

I think this is one of my favorite hcs from my previous blog and it's a lovely song. I really recommend it

Summary: Mornings with Zhongli, Ayato, Tartaglia, and Xiao

Cw: Fluff

Title from “Good Morning, Beautiful by Brad Paisley”

Zhongli x gn!reader, Ayato x gn!reader, Tartaglia x gn!reader, Xiao x gn!reader

Zhongli

Zhongli is all about the early start

He loves watching the sun rise, listening to the birds start to wake, soon followed by the busy people of the city

When you came into his life, this didn’t change

If you’re a morning person too, he’s happy to wake up with you

but if you’re not, he’s not terribly upset either

He finds a certain amount of happiness watching your sleeping face. Before he leaves the room he brushes a hand over your cheek, smiling when you try to chase it’s warmth

when you wake he has breakfast cooking. It’s always traditional and impeccably made. I really don’t think Zhongli would tolerate subpar work out of himself

Sometimes you wish you could wake up with him, but really it’s a wonderful start to the day

Ayato

Does this guy ever manage to wake up with you?

He’s busy and is up early. He has to be and you don’t begrudge him that. before he leaves he always leaves a beautifully written letter on the pillow next to you, wishing you a good day and saying he’ll see you later. It’s really sweet and you appreciate the thought behind it

Every now and then, however, he has a day off.

You both live for those days. 

On those days he still wakes up early, but he stays in bed. He’ll run gentle fingers through your hair, or just hold you close, reveling in the sound of your slow breathing

On those days you wake up and see him face first thing and it really starts the day off right

When you two are both up he has servants make breakfast (you put your foot down about him cooking, lol, even though I’m sure he’d try if it were for you) and then the day starts in earnest

Tartaglia

He loooves lazy wake up days. And so do you. 

Both of you love the slow drifting awake, reveling in each other’s warmth

He’s also very fond of being handsy in a none “please wake up let’s do it way”. Though, those days do exist.

But your skin is soft and so is your hair and he loves having a moment of the day where he’s not Childe, the 11th fatui harbinger. He loves watching your eyes flutter awake and seeing your soft, sleepy smile when you see him.

Really, he lives for those moments

Once you’re both up and have peeled yourself out of bed, you share breakfast duty. Breakfast includes a lot of laughing and some morning chatter. He’s definitely someone who would shamelessly ask if you dreamt of him, to which you respond with a light smack to his shoulder

Xiao

Last, but never least, is our favorite Yaksha

Honestly, the issue here is that he doesn’t sleep

That being said, you’d never have a more diligent guardian. He’s not creepy about it, but he spends most of the night watching you. It’s a rare pleasure, seeing the peace on your face, the way you cuddle close without knowing it any time he wraps his arms around you

He’s not used to things that make him happy or content. For a long time, I don’t think those words were in his vocabulary. But with you, he starts to see the appeal. And that’s never more true now

It makes him happy to see you slowly stir awake, completely comfortable around him. He doesn’t quite understand it, but your sleepy smile stirs something within him. 

He doesn’t sleep, but he’s ok with that. 

As for breakfast, it’s nothing lovey dovey. He prefers to get up and go, once you’re awake and have finished rubbing your eyes

But you’re ok with that. After all, the Vigilant Yaksha stays with you throughout the night and is the first thing you see in the morning

[zhongrin]

thinking about mundane daily things with zhongli...

zhongli absentmindedly giving you back scratches when you feel that itch but your arm can't reach that specific spot.

holding back zhongli's hair when he eats and he forgot his hair clip.

brushing your teeth in the morning with zhongli, side-by-side, your free hands holding onto each other.

zhongli randomly passing by a rather beautiful wildflower on his stroll and he proceeds to pick it up so he can slip it behind your ear when he meets you.

helping zhongli trim and polish his talons and in turn, he helps you clip your nails (he gives you a bonus hand massage after).

zhongli just naturally coming up next to you when you wash the dishes so you can give him the empty plates to wipe and arrange on the drying rack.

going into the shower with zhongli and him gently washing your hair because he knows you're tired.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Warm Mornings and Warm Hearts

♡♡-Request: Hybrid-puppy-fem!reader waking up on Zhongli's chest. He praises his puppy and she loves it.

☆☆-Warnings: reader is a hybrid (dog), it's just fluff, reader has ears and a tail (if you don't like dni♡)

A/N: Call the papers, I wrote a fluff piece!

Soft, almost ethereal sunlight peeked through the curtains. Creating a beautiful shadow on half your face, your ears twitching when the warmth of the sun hit them. Your face laid gently on top of Zhongli's chest, rising and falling with the feel of his breath. You felt long and slender fingers comb through your hair, doing their best to be careful and not wake you. Your eyes fluttered open, the sleep still evident in them as you peered up at him. A small smile gracing your futures. 

"Morning," you mumbled. Nuzzling against his chest as he moved to pet behind your ears. "Good-morning," he cooed. Amber eyes shimmering everytime he looked at you. "How did you sleep?" 

You hummed, your tail wagging lazily behind you. "I always sleep well when you're home." You blushed, pressing your face closer to his warm, bare chest. He chuckled, making your head shake a little from the vibration. "I'm glad. When my girl sleeps well, my life is fulfilled." Your tail sped up, thumping against the surface of the bed.  Every time he praised you or gave you compliments, your heart would thump. Creating a pretty blush that sat on the apples of your cheeks. He loved it. And every time, he'd lean down and press a kiss to the warm skin. 

Then move his lips to your forehead, your hair, and lastly your lips. Kissing you softly as he held you, always making sure to pet behind your floppy ears. 

"Why don't I make us some breakfast?" He said softly against your shoulder, absently rubbing at your tail. 

"Mm. Yes please." 

He nodded. And you watched as he lifted you off him, setting you back gently before getting up. His briefs hanging low on his hips as he stretched, long hair flowing down his back. You couldn't help but wag your tail, getting happy and excited at the mere sight of him. You pulled the blanket towards you, peering over it as you watched him leave. 

Always content during mornings like these.

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