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pearlywritings · 1 year ago

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Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife. PART 2

pairings: Capitano, Kaveh, Tighnari, Zhongli x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort; hybrids, unwelcomed courting, kind of female objectification (all in Tighnari's part)

word count: 6.9k+ words

a/n: part 1 and part 3 can be read here!

Capitano

Fast elegant fingers of a pianist run across the keys of black and white and the violins in the hands of other musicians are there to serve together with the chorus of beautiful voices, selected by Lady Columbina personally. The music infiltrates the souls of the nobles present, filling them with the sense of grandeur and glory, touching even their harsh unfeeling hearts.

The atmosphere of the gathering is gratifying, would’ve even been endearing if not for the stately figures of the Harbingers standing on both sides of the throne, where the Tsaritsa would've been seated had she not decided to refrain from attending it altogether. She has more important matters to take care of, and nine of her most loyal servants can definitely fill in her place on that yearly event.

Sure, this year it is more important since the two Harbingers are missing and the seats stay vacant - it's been the talk of the nation. Who is going to be nominated? Can it be influenced? Will they claim the names today?

Is the mysterious Commander, whose arrival became the topic of multiple speculations, be the one? A fierce warrior many heard of, but almost none saw face to face. The man was believed to be as powerful as the 11th Harbinger or maybe even the 10th! Having an army and an establishment of his own on the farthest line of the Snezhnayan border, he still is under the command of Lord Capitano, which makes it even harder to fish any more information than what is already known to the public.

"I only heard about him. He and his troops are protecting our borders from the monster's invasion in the North."

"Ew, who would've wanted to live in the North! It's much harsher than all the Snezhnaya."

"Shush, the Commander is wealthy and respectful, you can bear some cold."

"What do you imply?"

"The Commander is unmarried, there is no way he isn't, not with a life like this. But it can always be changed, and the woman he takes as wife would be one of the luckiest ones!"

"You are right… Maybe he is actually handsome. Maybe he'd be even willing to buy a whole mansion for his promised one and not take her with him to that awful place. Maybe…"

Maybe, maybe, maybe. It travels through the crowds like a storm in its wake, eventually reaching the Harbingers, who, for the first time after appearing and greeting the already arrived, stop resembling the statues. Eyes shift among the people and each other; some gazes hold interest, some - annoyance. Only Pantalone has an ever present smile on his face, fingers clasped in front of him and sapphire rings sparkle in the ballroom light.

"Looks like Capitano's estimated soldier caught everyone's attention. My, my, how curious and nosy the people can be…"

"I understand the curiosity though," admits Childe, arms crossed to prevent laying even a finger on his blade, that is resting on his hip. "This person sounds like an interesting specimen… I've heard of his talents in both strategy and tactics, and it seems like his strength is a legend. I'd love to spar with him."

"Oh you, thinking only about fights, young man," Pulcinella disapprovingly shakes his head and raises his cane to point in the gingerhead's direction. "I highly doubt our guest will have time to spare, considering the period of time concerning the stay that was mentioned in the letter we received."

"And I believe the majority of that time would be spent with Il Capitano, isn't it right?" Columbina's soft voice must be drowning in the music, but everyone hears her loud and clear.

"..." The Harbinger stays silent and nothing can be read from his body language since he is the only one remaining still in his place, his huge looming figure resembling one of the full-set armor nobles like putting in their halls as a part of interior. Except this one isn't empty.

"So much potential to become my test subject, to be perfected... Yet lost to the lands of Northern regions," Dottore huffs in disappointment, his sharp teeth peaking when he clicks his tongue. "Say, Pierro, can't things be rearranged? I'd happily have our dear border protector as my underling."

The silence between the nine suddenly becomes thick. There is something indescribably tense in the air and only Childe can't understand why some of his colleagues seem to be more interested in how the Captain would react and not the 1st of the Harbingers..

"You know why this can't be rearranged, Dottore," the stare of an icy blue eye would pin everyone to the ground, destroying their will and order to obey, though doing little to scare the Doctor. "And it was favored by the Tsaritsa herself."

The finality of the short statement makes the scientist back down from the proposition he's been bringing up every time the topic touches the Commander, yet ending up the same way as always - with an ultimate rejection.

Three heavy thuds make everyone in the room fall silent. Many heads turn to look at the ceremonial staff hitting the floor the last time and staying still in the hand of a tall, thoroughly dressed man.

"The protector of the Northern border, the glorified and esteemed warrior of Her Majesty Tsaritsa, The Commander has arrived," the master's of ceremonies voice carries like a thunderclap, cutting off the quite leisurely music the orchestra was playing for the dances and entertainment.

The rustle of note sheets is fleeting and not a moment later the musicians straighten in their seats, taking a deep breath. Trumpets boom in a spacious room and make nobles shiver in surprise, some especially susceptible women even lean on their partners for support. The choir and the violins join the triumphant song the brass instruments sing, signaling that the time has come.

Everyone holds their breath as the tall heavy doors leading to the ballroom are being pulled open. Everyone has their gaze glued to a slowly growing gap. Everyone keeps their eyes wide open, afraid that even one blink can cost them missing the legendary sight.

Everyone gasps.

The tall figure enters, posture straight and shoulders squared, confidence evident in every step. Black satin clothes are adorned with golden chains and intricate patterns. The white military coat stayed resting on the shoulders - showing off the position, the closeness to the Harbingers. And then there is the face - a scar crossing the left brow, calm bored eyes, not sparing anyone a glance, which do not fit the other female features of your face.

Yes, the Commander happens to be a woman.

Stopping by the steps leading to the throne, you bow - not kneel, bow, - holding your open palm by the heart and respectfully closing your eyes. Music stops.

“Greetings, my lords. Let Tsaritsa bless you and your mission.”

“Let Tsaritsa bless you and your service to her,” Pierro says, raising his hand. “Lift your head,” which you do, looking him right in the eyes, yet still holding your hand by the chest. “There is time for duties and there is time for entertainment. And tonight, given your rare visits to the capital, I suggest you enjoy the latter.”

“Much obliged, Lord Pierro.”

And with a wave of the older man’s hand, the orchestra starts a new composition, waking up the ones who were in a daze, reminding others they are here for drama.

And the first one to take action is the 11th Harbinger.

“Commander, Sir- I mean, Lady?” The gingerhead is the closest to you out of all his colleagues, having only to descend a few steps to be on your level. “I’ve heard a lot about you, many admirable things. How do you look at sparring?”

“Right in the middle of a ballroom? Quite positively, young man,” your lips twist in a half-smirk, baring a sharp pearly canine. “But I believe the nobles have already had enough shock to take and rumors to create. Maybe another time. Haven’t seen you before though. Are you new?”

“Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, Lady Commander.”

“Ma’am would be enough,” you click your tongue, glancing behind and noticing how slowly, but surely some of the aristocrats are inching towards you, clearly interested in conversation, Well, you are not. “On second thought, starting a duel right now and here doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”

“I’ve always known you are quite insane,” Arlechino butts her way in the conversation, giving you only a small nod as a greeting. You simply glance at her.

“For years I’ve been hearing of my insanity, think of something new,”

“How about, ‘the one who knows no limits’?” Pantalone’s smile is as dazzling as it’s fake and sometimes your hands are itching to strangle the man. Maybe even go all the way out and bite his head off. Literally.

“The only ones who know no limits are the wind and the stupidity. I’m neither. Who I am though,” your gaze travels higher, to the steps closest to the Tsaritsa’s throne, to there Pierro and the first three Harbingers are standing, “is a wife. And I’d like to have a dance with my husband.”

Not many heard your words, but the ones who did, gasp loudly, staring at you with wide eyes. Which get even wider when Il Capitano, a seemingly motionless statue before, turns in his place and, without a pause, steadily descends to you. Now, as you are standing so closely it becomes evident how obviously your outfits match. The chains, the patterns, even the precious stones - everything. Perhaps it is terrifyingly cute. Perhaps it's cutely terrifying.

“Husband,” your smile again, offering him your hand, which he immediately envelopes in his big clawed one.

“Wife,” is the first word the big figure rumbles for the evening, the void of its helmet staring at you. And that’s all you speak to each other, hearing the beginning of another melody and turning to join the dancing pairs.

“...What was that?” Childe voices what’s been plaguing the minds of the attendees. “First the Commander appears to be a woman, and now she is married to the Lord Il Capitano?” He glances at Pulcinella, who joins his side and decides to watch the pair that caused a commotion have their fun. “Do they not use their names?”

“They find no sense in them,” the Rooster answers just the last question. “And,” he lowers his voice and the ginger has to bend down to hear the next words, “I didn’t tell you that, but the Captain really loves calling her his wife. So be quite cautious while seeking a fight with her. You might end up impaled. By either of them.”

Kaveh

With a soft smile you watch a group of children merrily leaving their classroom, interrupting each other in attempts to tell everyone how exciting the lesson was. They do not forget to grin and wave at you, passing by, and you return the sentiment, contently observing their happy faces and sparkly eyes.

Every time this happens, a strange sense of fulfillment overtakes you - supporting and sponsoring Kaveh was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. The greatest architect of nowadays is offering his guidance to the young generation, teaching them everything about beauty and practicality, helping them to develop their own creative vision, and at the same time boosting the confidence of kids of all ages. And you couldn’t be prouder of him.

Him, who meticulously prepares for every single lesson. Him, who is oh-so-gentle with his words and precise in his speech. Him, who teaches both Sumeru citizens and people coming from abroad. Him, who is as passionate about it, as he is about his designing job, telling you every single detail of how the lessons went on your way home or over the dinner. Him, who is happy and who makes you happy too with that fact alone.

When the last kid leaves, marking the ending of the final class for today, you glance at the clock. Now Mister Meticulousness will need half an hour to tidy up the classroom and put all the tools away. Tomorrow is free from classes at his (he always corrects your as in the both of you) school, so you can collect your stuff as well - after all, being the manager of this establishment and Kaveh specifically requires your presence. You can be strict and unyielding whenever he can’t and this partnership proves to be successful every day.

Just as you are writing down some financial staff, there is a soft knock on the doorframe. Immediately lifting your eyes you hum, observing a very good-looking woman and a boy, shyly holding onto her hand.

“Hello, how can I help you?” With a quill laid on top of your accounting book, you stand and round the table, offering the two to step closer.

“Ah, hello, miss…” eyes with long, pretty lashes flit to the name tag attached to your clothes, “...Y/n. This is master Kaveh’s artistic school, am I correct?”

“Yes, you are. Are you here to sign your boy up for a class?” You offer her son a sweet smile and he answers you with a small lift of his lips.

“Mhm. You see, he is a big fan of master Kaveh and his works - can study the pictures of his designs taken by Kamera day and night.”

At that, the boy lowers his gaze and blushes a little, digging a hole in the ground with the tip of his shoe.

“Oh, really?” A gasp that escapes your chest is one of excitement. “That’s marvelous! I am sure your hopefully soon-to-be-teacher will be very interested in hearing your opinion of his works, young connoisseur,” he giggles, lifting his eyes at you again, and there you see undisguised delight. “Oh, but my bad, I didn’t ask your names…”

The woman’s lips bare two rows of perfectly white teeth as she smiles at you, introducing herself and her son.

“We are from Fontaine actually. But my parents wanted to spend some indefinite period of time in Sumeru for their health and we decided to join them. So while we are here, I thought I’d make my son’s dream come true.”

“That’s so nice of you,” you can’t help but admire her a little for that. “I can tell you first a little about our school, you’ll ask all the questions you need to, and then I’ll show you around. Kaveh should be done with cleaning by then, so there’s a big chance you’ll even talk to him personally.”

“Really!?” That’s the first time throughout your entire interaction when the boy opens his mouth and actually makes a sound. “Master Kaveh is here right now?”

“He is. But can’t promise a long conversation - there are still blueprints waiting for him back at home.

“Ah, right… He is the great architect after all,” the woman hums, staring to the side as if in thought. “Between the commissions he takes and this school he must be making good money. Not to mention so handsome…”

Oh… What a familiar tone, what a familiar look in those eyes. Suddenly that ounce of respect you felt for her disappears.

“Money is irrelevant to him as long as he reaches his goal,” is your restrained response.

“Ah, of course! Handsome, sweet, kind, good with kids and is not a snob. Sweety, you ought to charm him for me!” She pinches her son’s cheek. “Imagine Master Kaveh as your daddy!”

Oh Archons, again?

There is absolutely no doubt that the light of Kshahrewar is not only well-known and popular among kids, but is thirsted after by women. In a half of a year your school has been existing, there were numerous times when moms of little students made comments alike or some single females trying to schedule private sessions with the architect. What a sagacious decision it was to make group studying only, it saves you some drama, once the legal document is shown. Though there are exceptionally persistent examples…

But this time you pity the kid a little, because he genuinely seems to admire Kaveh. And his next words make you internally cheer for the little guy.

“Master Kaveh as my dad? But mom, I have a dad already,” the boy pouts, rubbing at the pinched cheek. You notice a red mark and two little crescent moons that her nails left on a tender skin. “I love him and don’t need another one.”

“Sweety, you just don’t understand how great it would be to have such a dad! Just trust my word-”

“Ahem, Madame, I kindly ask you to deal with your family affairs once you are out of here. As for the school - I am open for discussion.”

The displeased way she glances at you doesn’t go unnoticed, but you do not show it anyhow, calmly staring back at her, while your hand reaches up to your chest. As if finally remembering her initial reason for coming here with her son, the woman sighs and puts a palm on the boy’s shoulder.

“Of course, miss- I’m sorry I forgot your name…” And her eyes flit to the name tag again.

Momentarily the woman squints from the light reflecting on the metal, and when she blinks the bright spots away, there is a beautiful golden ring on your hand. The hand that is holding the flipped tiny plate with just two words engraved in it.

"Kaveh's wife"

With widened eyes she stares back at your sweetly polite smile. Not saying a word as if letting the notion sink in, you walk to the wall. Grabbing the backs of two chairs you drag them to your table so they could sit, and take your rightful place in front of them.

“If you are here for something aside from or instead of signing your son up for classes, I believe my name should be irrelevant to you. My status though,” you knock a nail twice on the badge, “must. So… what are you here for, Madame?”

The boy climbs onto his chair right away, while his mother tarries a little, still shocked by the revealed fact and your suddenly changed demeanor. She needs a couple more seconds to compose herself, but eventually she too sits down.

Despite what happened earlier, your conversation proves to be fruitful and fifteen minutes later you are showing around the school, sharing some additional information and answering every single of the kid’s questions.

When in the last room you find your husband, closing Mehrak and looking ready to leave, the boy lets out a gasp. The sound attracts the man’s attention, and he turns to the three of you with a soft smile.

“Oh, hello there, little guy!” The blond waves at him, breaking the blissful stupor of a child that immediately turns red and hides behind his mother. Surprised, Kaveh looks at you for explanation but, instead, takes notice of your name’s replacement. Oh wow, this again. What was the last time you did that? Two weeks ago?

“Ah, Master Kaveh!” The woman charmingly smiles, batting her lashes at him, which would’ve made you cringe had it never happened before. “You see, my son-”

“Pardon me, Madame, give me a moment,” the male softly interrupts her and reaches for a similar metal plate on his chest with his own name to flip it. It’s almost comical how sour the temptress’s face got in a second.

And there is what for. Now two words are proudly matching yours, engraved in an equally beautiful cursive to remind the world who the two of you become once stripped of your names.

Just his ”Y/n’s husband” to your “Kaveh’s wife”.

And like that one more kid takes part in your lovely school and one suitor less is after one of its founders.

Tighnari

With each passing day of your team’s research in the desert you found it harder and harder to control yourself. Some days you were even on the verge of clawing and biting, tail and ears twitching in annoyance and pupils turning into wild slits, making your hybrid nature more obvious.

Was it because of the research? No, it couldn’t be farther - your colleagues have been making so much progress, heeding your advice and following your lead. Was it the location perhaps? A little, but you learnt how to deal with heat and dryness. Was the process taking too much time? On the contrary, you are on your way home already, having finished the job 4 days earlier than you estimated in the beginning.

Then what on earth could possibly trigger you like this?

Well…

“Hey, forest foxy, want me to catch the Consecrated Flying Serpent for you?”

Ah yes, him.

Never again will you trust the higher ups at the Akademiya to sponsor your team with the bodyguards. Out of every possible candidate, your Herbad-titled colleague concluded that hiring five descendants of Valuka Shuna would be a marvelous idea.

“They are the desert kind - they’ll be good guides.” “Look how much stronger they are, they’ll definitely protect all of you.” “They are of the same kind as you, Y/n. Don’t you think it’ll be easier for you, as the leader, to have someone akin with you?”

No, it absolutely would not!

Desert fennec hybrids are different from the forest ones - and it’s not even the case of your green and their sandy brown fur or their more brutal physique against your more delicate one. It’s their character and world perception. You’ll never call them barbarians, but they really developed more of the animal nature than your kind did.

And from day one it was a pain in the butt.

One of your five new bodyguards was clearly the leader - he was bigger and broodier, with more scars littering his body, and his whole stance was screaming of a higher position. When you were introduced for the first time, something lit up in his grayish eyes, which were looking you over appreciatively. You ignored that, more focused on the discussion of the upcoming expedition and making sure the five were aware of what was required of them.

Luckily they were, and, admittedly, they did fulfill their task meticulously, proving to be great help. If only one of them wasn’t so diligent.

You lost count of how many times the leader tried to get into your personal space and you had to move away. Of the numerous invitations to hunt together. Of the endless displays of his strength and abilities. Of the many conversations you didn’t even try to eavesdrop on (they talked pretty loudly) around the topic of when will your shell be cracked and you’d accept the male’s courting attempts.

The answer was obvious, but he just never got it. Even when you called him for a serious conversation on the turning-into-an-issue matter.

“With all respect I must ask you to stop with whatever you’ve been doing to woo me. I have a husband.”

You still remember how he blinked at you dumbly, clear lack of understanding written on the sun-kissed face.

“...and?”

“The heck do you mean ‘and’?”

“Well, you don’t have a mate?”

It was your turn to stare at him speechless, ear twitching and tail curling closer to your legs. It was getting worse than just ridiculous.

“If we are speaking in such terms, then my husband is my mate. So, please-”

You nearly gasped when the male immediately leant closely, violating your personal space and practically stuffing his nose against your neck. Shocked by such lack of shame, you lost the ability to talk or move for a moment, gaping at him sniffing around and humming upon the discovery.

“You don’t wear anyone’s smell on you.”

You were not proud of yourself at that moment, but you absolutely lost it. Sharpened claws dug into his chest and with an angry snarl you pushed him back.

“Get away from me!”

You must’ve been a sight - canines bared and fingers twitching, ready to attack; fur standing on both your ears and tail, signaling your distress and eyes slitted in pure rage while directed at the man in front of you. The worst part? The idiot seemed to like it even more.

“What me and my partner do must be of no concern to you. I told you ‘no’ and I mean it.”

But bold of you was to assume he’d stop. Oh no, it’s gotten worse. Now he was actively calling you a ‘forest foxy’, absolutely abandoning your name and even trying to scent you. It was suffocating - the desert aridity was lighter in comparison to the male hybrid’s pheromones.

Never in all your academic practice have you wanted to return home so badly.

Fortunately, your colleagues quickly caught on to what was going on and always helped you to escape the unwanted interactions. Plus they were equally as mad as you were, because his individual scent irritated their human noses - and that was the main reason why you and Tighnari, both spending a lot of time around other people, did not practice it. Partly, you are sure, this whole situation was the reason for your earlier return - and you were grateful for their understanding.

However, your stubborn suitor did not dream of giving up. Killed desert animals were still offered to you, stories of his legendary battles with monsters were told for the hundredth time (even though no one was interested in listening at that point) and attempts to lure you with the musky smell once again made. Archons, and the green-furred fennec girls from your teens used to dream of that.

Maybe Lesser Lord Kusanali would be merciful and you’ll meet your husband somewhere on your way?

“Herbad Y/n!”

…wow, that was quick. Not Tighnari, but incredibly welcome too.

“Collei!” For the first time in days there is a reason for your soft smile. Which the young girl mirrors, waving at you from not so far away. You notice a couple more of the Forest Rangers at her side, and that sight alone makes you finally exhale in relief. You are so close to being home.

“Master is here too! Want me to get him?”

Oh, Dendro Archon, thank you.

“I’d really appreciate it, dear!” With a quick nod the green-haired apprentice disappears in the bushes, and you turn back to the scholars of your group. It’s time to abuse your power a little. “We are almost at the Devadaha Pool. Since all of you live in Sumeru City I hope you’ll excuse me for staying behind. As for you five,” your gaze moves to the bodyguards and it’s so hard not to rejoice - soon they’ll be just a memory, “I ask you to accompany the rest of my team to the Akademiya. Then you can consider your job done and be free. Keep the payment for the last three days that didn’t happen - think of it as a bonus for a good job.”

All but one eagerly nod and bid you farewell with wishes of getting home safely. And frankly speaking? You couldn’t care less for that one when you spot familiar and oh so dear big pointy ears with an intricate golden earring adorning one of them.

“Tighnari!” You didn’t want to sound so desperate, you really didn’t. But when those forest-like lovely eyes look in your direction, it becomes clear to you - the yearning has gotten unbearable.

“Y/n…” His smile is dazzling and the way his body immediately pushes to walk to you almost makes the memories of the last weeks’ events go away.

The key word - almost.

Someone grabs your elbow when you want to meet him halfway. Oh right, you already forgot about him.

“Let me go, you, imbecile!” And again you have to snarl and be rude, ripping your arm out of the strong hold and quickly darting into your husband’s embrace. The natural smell of the leaves, the flowers, the sweet and bitter concoctions he makes in his home laboratory, comfort you and your whole body goes nearly limp in his hold. It’s been weeks and you are tired of fighting with the brick wall - this time you want your lover to handle it for you.

“Y/n, my lotus, are you alright?” Gentle fingers comb through your hair and scratch at the base of your ears - a whole ass adult, that you are, wants to tear up. But you can only shake your head a no. “Has this man been bothering you?” This time it’s a yes. “I got you, dear.”

“So,” the browny green eyes sharpen upon staring at the cause of your current state, when it starts speaking, “you are that ‘husband’ the foxy has been talking about? I thought you’d be stronger. Or at least taller. Now I see that I was right and you really can’t be her mate.”

“Oh but I am. Not that we have to prove anything to a stranger. Y/n,” he carefully pries your face from his shoulder, caressing your cheek with a beanie pad, “let’s go home. You must be so-so tired.”

“I am, ‘nari. I am exhaus-”

“There’s no smell of you on her and vice versa,” the desert descendent of the Valuka Shuna seems to not be planning to stop. “Her neck is not marked. You let her wander by herself for weeks? And you keep calling her by the name. Her name should've stopped mattering once she became your mate!”

The hand around your waist tenses and you can feel the claws threatening to tear through the gloves he always wears. You don’t need to look at the face of your lover to know how pissed he is. And if Tighnari decides to attack him and tear his tongue out? You will not stop him.

“I am going to say it once and only once. She is not just a mate, she is my wife, by the Sumeru law and by the blessing of the Dendro Archon. And this fact must matter to you more than the case of her name. So fuck off and leave my wife alone. And if you don’t get it in a civil way - this woman is taken. And this territory is mine.”

With that, the Forest Watcher effortlessly lifts you in his arms and, holding you as if a precious bride, turns around to leave. You haven’t looked back once.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed being called your wife,” you quietly confess, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Especially after he didn’t listen when I said that I am.”

Tighnari hums sympathetically, leaning close to rub his nose against yours.

“Will it be okay then if today I address you as my wife only? When we join the other rangers, I mean.”

”...if you think I will be embarrassed - make it a whole week.”

With a soft chuckle your husband plants a kiss on your lips, sealing the deal and promising you tranquil days at last.

“As you wish, wife.”

Zhongli

"...and so Rex Lapis takes the form of a dragon, a majestic creature he was born as - the one of whom the fair maiden would never be scared of. Lady Guizhong's robes flutter in the tender wind traveling among the mountain peaks and caressing the earthly scales of the God's enormous body. His eyes, shiny as gold, gaze at her with an unfamiliar softness as she holds a gentle flower - a delicate gift from her lover, the one that proves that under all that armor is a stone heart capable of love. Heart that is beating for her."

To loud applause the Iron Tongue Tian bows his head, drawing the legend of the gods in love to its end. You cannot bring yourself to clap even politely, both hands on your lap, hidden under the table, twitching when a man beside you lets his gloved palms meet each other a couple of times.

It’s the second time you had to sit and endure the baloney from the very beginning to the very end, not to count all those times you overheard it in passing. From the moment you settled in the Liyue Harbor together with your husband, to live the rest of your incredibly long lives together among the humans, you've been painfully aware of their interpretation of Rex Lapis and his relationship with other immortal beings. Before that you rarely accompanied him during the walks, busy with helping Yakshas and other adepti protect the said humans to grant them a peaceful life - as immortal guardians grew fewer, every single one counted.

Never have you ever imagined that knowing so little of the citizens’ folklore would backfire so hard. It seems that people got somewhat bored listening to the stories of Liyue and Rex Lapis, no matter how many interpretations existed. Literature became more diverse in genres and romantic novels were on top of the list, so street narrators started losing their audience little by little. Before it could grow into something more drastic the new side of history was presented to the public - stories about love among immortals appeared and its freshness and uniqueness caught people’s attention immediately.

In their searches for new material, speakers dug through hundreds of volumes. The main interest was the Lord of Geo, of course. If you have a story of a presumably stone-hearted creature ever having fallen in love with someone - that’s pure gold! But who could you present as a love interest of the Archon? It must be someone very close to him and, obviously, no one is more well-known for that than the deceased Archon of Dust.

You sigh, reaching for your cup and declining Madam Ping’s offer to pour you some more tea - for an unclear reason the fellow adeptus joined you two tonight. You have thousands of years of life behind your existence, a soul hardened by constant battles, and mannerism as polished as a jade statue, yet for a moment you feel concerned that the woman would notice a pang of hurt in the smallest of your features.

Zhongli definitely noticed the first time. It was meant to be a date night - simple, but sweet, with the evening lights, delightful aroma of the finest tea and the tales pouring from skilled tongues reflecting the atmosphere of what your nation really is. However, the luck of the land of trades wasn’t on your side, as someone requested the “Guili legend” as they called it. At first you were confused. Then in disbelief, almost turning to look at your mate, with whom you were bonded long before he became allies with the ash-haired woman. In the end you felt something you thought was beyond you - bitterness.

When you left the restaurant, slowly walking back to your house, Zhongli’s fingers gently touched your elbow, asking for your attention.

“Does it bother you that much, my love?”

Bother you? Well… It does feel insulting when someone speaks of your husband having been in love with someone else, but mortals can’t possibly know the truth for many reasons.

“I can’t say it doesn’t,” you admitted calmly, stopping and turning fully to him. He did the same, gazing at you with a hint of worry in those golden eyes you loved so much. The ones, you knew, always looked only at you. “But it can’t be helped, right? There was a reason and mutual agreement why you, as Rex Lapis, made our union unknown to your people, and now, since you are “dead”? There is no one to tell our story. Don’t worry though,” you put a hand on top of his and smiled, when his other one was laid on top of yours in a gesture of comfort. “I can deal with it. I know you love going to the storyteller’s performances. I’ll just try to ignore what they say about you and Lady Guizhong.”

Sometimes Zhongli thinks he does not deserve you. Ever so patient and understanding, you always had your husband's best interest at heart. Marriage, however, in its basis is a form of a contract, and a good contract is all about both sides being equal in everything. And if you must know one thing about Rex Lapis - he never makes bad contracts.

When the audience calms down, the man decides to make his presence and intentions clear by raising a hand. From the corner of his eye he notices you slightly turning your head to glance at him, and he catches a glimpse of puzzlement in your gaze. He can't help but think how adorable you are, even if you deny it again and again, claiming that nothing can be adorable about a several millennia-old warrior. Maybe not, but his wife definitely is, and he thinks with a primordial pride igniting in his chest, that mating with you was the best decision his past self had ever made.

Reaching under the table he rests his free hand on top of yours, gently squeezing it in reassurance, offering you the warmth of himself, seeping through his glove. Just as your shoulders relax to his delight, the raised hand adorned with rings is finally noticed.

"Ah, Mr Zhongli! Such an honor to see a regular, especially someone as wise as yourself!" Iron Tongue Tian beams with a wide smile, closing his fan and focusing his full attention on the history connoisseur. "I doubt you have questions, given your vast knowledge, and I can't wait to hear what else you can add to this already heart-felt story."

You force your lips not to twitch, hiding behind the tea cup again. Suddenly it tastes bitter. But another squeeze your husband gives your hand doesn't let you dwell on it too much.

"You are correct, I do have some knowledge to offer. However, it might disappoint you, as it will completely destroy the story of the Geo Archon and the Archon of Dust."

The whispers ran through the crowd like a powerful wave, and you can see confusion written over every single face. But also, there is intrigue.

"I took it upon myself,” Zhongli however continues, “to invite Madame Ping to back up my story, as she was the witness to it," the elder woman - a well-known Adeptus that doesn't hide her existence among mortals - nods with a soft smile.

"I read this in legends a long time ago, but remembered only when the 'Guili legend' became popular. Rex Lapis indeed had a lover, however it was not Lady Guizhong," the gasps are almost deafening. Just as your quickened heartbeat.

And for the next hour the man by your side and the elderly-looking woman that joined you tonight proceed to tell the story of the adeptus, who was the first and only to ever bring the Geo Archon to his knees, to be worshiped like a goddess by his eyes, by his words, by his very heart. Of a warrior, whose fierce eyes and valiant nature made a dragon in Rex Lapis roar in delight. Of the woman, who entranced him with her beauty, caring soul and motherly attention directed to other adepti - Madame Ping adds with a laugh of how the two created a parent-like dynamic even before they became official (at that you find it so hard not to turn bashful).

They tell the legend of the silk flowers - the ones you might see everywhere in the vast lands of Liyue. How the Geo Archon personally asked the Dendro Archon for guidance to cultivate the tenderest of flowers, how he taught his people to make the delicate fabric out of it, but even then it couldn’t compare to the skin of his immortal mate.

They tell stories of how annoyed she was when the god turned into a dragon to fall asleep somewhere in the depths of the earth for years without telling her prior, and how he returned with the purest stones and metals and with his own hands forged the pair of matrimonial rings (yes, the ones wrapped around your fingers to this day).

Madame Ping fondly speaks of all those thousands of years of protection the said adeptus spent to make sure that her godly spouse’s people were safe and maybe just a tiny sliver of pride rushes through your heart at the public acknowledgement.

“But she wished not to be known,” the woman sighs and you know she glances at you reproachfully. Well-deserved, given the circumstances you are in right now. “Thus it’s not much of a surprise people made a mistake like that. Besides, you won’t find much information in written sources about her either way.”

“But she must have a name at least!” Someone from the fairly grown crowd exclaims.

“That she does,” Zhongli nods, lacing his fingers with yours under the table, lips tugging in a calm smile, when you squeeze his hand in return. “Though I am afraid it would be pointless to try and find out now - we wouldn’t want to disturb her mourning the departure of her husband, would we? After all, they must’ve loved each other so much.”

“But how can you be so sure?”

“Because,” golden eyes are on you, catching yours, pulling you in, whispering for your soul and heart to get lost in them, “I can understand how this love was born and got to bloom. My wife showed me that.”

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i23kazu · 2 years ago

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GENSHIN MEN & THEM CONFESSING TO YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff and angst! an. from @/eloquentmoon's romantic confession prompts list! | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

"for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence." he says, clutching a twine-wrapped bouquet of qingxins between his fist. his grip is so tight, it leaves an indent on the stems for you. you bring him into your arms, head resting on his shoulder as you take his hand in yours.

"as have i."

zhongli

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply." the man who stands before you, once a god, now looks so small in stature that it looks as if he's curling into himself. preparing for rejection, for hurt, for heartbreak. morax stands in front of you, with the weakness of a mortal.

"i have cared for you all this time, zhongli."

kaeya

"you deserve to know." kaeya sits next to you, his arm around your frame as the two of you sit in silence for a while – the silence is newly broken.

"know what, kaeya?"

"it's you. it's always been you." he stares off into blank space for a while. "the one whom i've always cared for."

diluc

"are you really so oblivious?" he chuckles, hands behind his back, feet shifting nervously. the renowned king of mondstadt, was now toeing the ground. "there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you."

"and what if i were the same?" you reply, taking his hand in yours. "call me, and i would worship the ground that your feet walk upon."

childe

in the room stands childe, with his baggage, freshly off a snezhnayan ship. as if your body was on autopilot, you run straight into his arms, glomping him.

"i cannot bear to be apart from you anymore." he holds you tightly in his arms, his scent of musk wood engulfing your senses as he wraps himself around you.

"i've loved you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you."

alhaitham

"is it so obvious how infatuated i am?" he scoffs, looking away. there's a hint of a blush of redness you see on his cheeks, but the pigment quickly recedes.

"no. should i be surprised? or should i tell you that i've known all this time, and that i feel the same way?"

the redness returns.

kaveh

"i'm falling for you."

he blurts out, redness covering his cheeks as he hides his face in the safety of his hands. kaveh lets out a soft sigh, peeking out from behind his fingers – not too much to cause another wave of embarrassment, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

"then we've fallen together, it seems." he hides his face once again; but this time, in your shoulder.

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scaranation · 2 years ago

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hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)

Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )

p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!

love your work ♡♡

hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha

dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)

Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli

DOTTORE

“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”

You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.

Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.

“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.

“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.

“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”

“… Don’t try pretending.”

“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.

“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.

“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”

His compliance was almost uncanny.

Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.

“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.

“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.

“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.

Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.

“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”

“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.

If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?

It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.

Breakfast.

The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.

“Dottore.”

“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.

“I think… we should break up.”

Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.

“Why.”

Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

“Yes. Is it something I did?”

“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”

Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.

“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”

“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“

“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.

It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.

The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.

“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“My love, please.”

The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.

“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.

“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.

It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.

“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.

But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.

He only regretted not being able to hold you more.

ZHONGLI

There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.

Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.

Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.

“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.

“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.

But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.

Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.

“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.

“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.

“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.

“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”

A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.

Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.

“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.

“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”

Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.

“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”

“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”

“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“… Yes.”

“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”

The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.

“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.

Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.

However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.

And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.

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lostsunlight · 1 year ago

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✧ TO NEGOTIATE WITH A GOD AND A HARBINGER

Childe x Zhongli x Reader ✧ wc: 2.8k

CW: nsfw, threesome, overstimulation, oral (giving and receiving), praise, teasing, switch reader and childe, dom zhongli, anal, brief after care

Synopsis: After you end up involved in what could only be described as diplomatic nightmare between The 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia and Wangsheng Funeral Parlour's consultant Zhongli, you finally organise a meeting to question the two. The meeting however, doesn't go as expected.

masterlist ✧ ao3

The Fatui were causing a diplomatic headache to state it lightly. Ningguang had you working to the bone trying to prevent a war between Liyue and Snezhnaya. You could pin the blame on two individuals Tartaglia, The 11th Fatui Harbinger and Zhongli, the consultant for Wangsheng Funeral Parlour.

Childe’s unpredictable actions had you changing your approach every day, carefully thinking through plans just for them to be thrown to the wayside upon hearing the news that Childe had gone and done another stupid thing. The attitude of the Snezhnayan diplomats didn't help at all.

Despite being intimately involved with The Harbinger before it led to nothing but dead ends, both being content to use each other for a night. With that strategy crossed off you would have to try a new technique.

Zhongli on the other hand had a particular talent of giving non-answers to any questions asked of him, especially when it came to ties to the Fatui. For some reason Master Hu had palmed the Qixing off to him for questioning.

Hopefully today the mess would be resolved, you had finally managed to organise a meeting between the three of you on behalf of Ningguang. You had every faith that Zhongli would show up, Childe however? You could only hope.

You sat behind your desk, arms crossed, you were nearly fed up with the two men sitting before you. After what felt like hours of questioning you had circled back to where you had started, not a single answer had been given to you. At this point it was clear as day that Childe was scheming and Zhongli seemed none the wiser.

What was even worse is that Childe had seemingly been flirting with you the entire meeting. You had made every effort to not respond to his advances, just wanting an end to this diplomatic nightmare.

As you stood up to dismiss them from your office Zhongli and Childe gave each other a look.

“Y/N…” Childe said, placing his hands on your desk

“Hm?” you look at him and raise an eyebrow, eyes flitting to Zhongli

“I’ve been thinking”

“That must be new” you snarked, you didn't miss a small laugh from Zhongli

“Funny. I was going to say I’ve been thinking about that night”

“Zhongli is right there Tartaglia” you said, shock weaved into your voice

“Zhongli and I were thinking you could join us for a night” He continued on as if you hadn't just spoken

“Sorry?”

“You heard me” He stared right at you, smirk tugging at his lips

You looked away, blush gracing your cheeks. You looked back to Childe and then to Zhongli. They were both attractive, maybe a night with them might relieve some of the stress they’ve caused you. What did you have to lose?

You walked around the desk to where Zhongli was standing and traced a finger along his jaw, he grabs your wrist and gives your hand a kiss.

“It was I who proposed the idea, Childe told me how good you were”

“Is that so?” You looked up at him through your lashes

Without a second thought you kissed Zhongli, hands reaching up to bury themselves in his brown hair. The kiss was soft and sweet, the exact opposite of what Childe had given you. You moaned a little and Zhongli took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. His hands remained gripping your waist ever the gentleman.

The two of you break apart for air and Zhongli takes the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, you tilt it a bit to give him better access and he kisses up the column of your neck. You let out a small whimper. Your eyes fly open to see Childe staring daggers at you and Zhongli.

“Jealous?” You breathe out, eyes half lidded with lust

“Hardly” he replies, despite him trying to hide it you could hear the strain in his voice.

He slips off his grey jacket and disappears from your line of sight. A moment later you feel him behind you, hard cock grinding against your ass. You bite your lip to prevent another moan, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. One hand joining with Zhongli’s at your waist and the other snaking around your torso.

Zhongli pulls away from your neck and draws Childe in for a kiss, much like with you he was rough. The hand wrapped around your torso moves up to your neck and he pulls you closer to him.

Zhongli pulls away from the kiss and steps back to let Childe have you for a bit. He seats himself down, happy to watch. Childe backs you onto your desk, you clear the surface, papers fluttering down to the floor. You jump up onto the desk. His hands tangle in your hair, angling your head to his liking as he kisses you, tongue pushing into your mouth.

Your hands move to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands skirt down his abdomen, littered with scars. You stop at his clothed cock, gripping it you hear him sharply inhale.

You pull away “Just a little kissing and your already this hard” you tease

He doesn't give you a reply, drawing a finger up your soaked underwear. You bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him any satisfaction.

“You’re one to talk” He slides your underwear to the side and presses on your clit. Slowly he presses one finger into you and curls it. Your body betrays you and you moan. He presses in another finger, stretching you out.

You pull him closer, lips ghosting his “You would look much better on your knees you know”

Childe chuckles “Why would I do that, you already look so pretty like this”

“I thought you would be the type to return the favour” You give his hair a tug and push him onto his knees by his shoulders. He doesn't complain as he hooks his fingers around the sides of your underwear and pulls it down revealing your glistening cunt.

You hear him swear in Snezhnayan under his breath. You hook your legs over his shoulders and he grabs your hips, fingers digging in hard enough that there would be bruises tomorrow. He kisses the inside of your thighs before moving onto your pussy. He licks a firm stripe up your cunt and kisses your clit.

You arch your back, one hand buried in his rusty locks the other on the desk to support yourself, head canted back in pleasure. He presses two fingers into you again, curling them to reach the spot that makes you breathless. You let out a long drawn out moan as his tongue circles your clit.

You tilt your head down, drawing closer to your high. Your eyes meet with Zhongli’s golden gaze, fixed on you and Childe. Slowly he gets up and draws a finger along your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him. He laces his fingers in the back of Childe’s hair. You hear him moan as Zhongli gives it a firm tug, pushing him further into your cunt.

“You’re doing so well” he rumbles out, you weren't sure if he was referring to you or Childe, maybe both. He pulls you in for another kiss. Childe pumps his fingers faster, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Zhongli pulls away and forces you to look down at Childe.

“Look at him when you cum, he’s being so good for you” Childe whines again at the words, pulling his tongue away from your clit he replaces it with his thumb, resting his head on on the plush of your thigh. You were so close.

“Stop being such a tease xiangsheng ”

With one final swipe of his thumb across your sensitive clit you came, following Zhongli’s order to look at Childe. You let out a long drawn out moan as Childe keeps on going as you ride out your orgasm.

“A-Ah stop its too much”

“Not a chance girlie. Look at you, so desperate for us” You whine at his words

“Oh you like it when we talk?”

“H-Hahh” you were unable to form a proper sentence, let alone a thought. So lost in the haze of lust and overstimulation.

You look at Zhongli, still fully clothed for help. Much to your surprise he pulls on Childe’s hair drawing his head back. He grabs his hand that was just playing with your cunt and licks the two fingers.

“You taste divine darling” His gloves fingers go to your pussy and slides up it. He places a thumb on your lower lip, you open your mouth and let him place his slick covered fingers in. You suck, mewling at the sweet taste.

Zhongli withdraws his fingers and draws them down your chin down to your clavicle. He begins to strip off his many layers, you pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra leaving you bare. Childe traces his knuckle along the side of your breasts.

Zhongli stalks behind Childe just as he unclasps his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. You reach out instinctively to grab his cock. It was long and slender, a tight fit last time. You give it a few pumps, Childe grabs your wrist to stop you.

Zhongli grabs Childe’s hips and moves them towards him. You catch a glimpse of Zhongli’s dick, if Childes was big his was huge. He was not only girthy but long. Zhongli slides his palm down the plane of Childe’s back stopping at his ass. He gently presses one finger in. Childe mewls at the feeling, letting go of your wrist and falling forward extending his arms on either side of you to support himself.

You grab his jaw, other hand resuming the slow pumping of his cock “Look who's desperate for us now” you say in a slightly condescending tone, trailing your thumb over his lower lip.

Childe’s response was cut short by another moan as Zhongli adds a second finger, your hand trails down his neck to his chest. You give one nipple a pinch while you increase the pace you were pumping his cock, thumb swiping over the slit, gathering the precum at tip.

“I like you better like this” you continue to tease him

“Childe” Zhongli said in a calm tone withdrawing his fingers from his ass, he leans in to whisper in his ear.

“Be a good boy and fuck her” his breath ghosted the shell of his ear. Childe didn’t need any other encouragement. He swats your hand away from his dick and pushes you down so you’re lying flat on the desk. His hands dance up from your hips along your torso, kissing your breasts, sucking hard enough to leave marks. He moves up to your neck, giving it a quick bite.

“Ready?” he asks, cock already teasing your entrance, sliding up and down to gather your pooling slick.

“Yes” you breathe out. Without another moment he shoves his cock into you, burying himself up to the hilt. You let out a loud moan at the intrusion. Eyes rolling back as he gives your neck a squeeze and begins to set a rough pace, fucking you as he pleases.

You see Childe be pushed down a little by Zhongli so he's now resting on his elbows above you. Zhongli gives his cock a few pumps and then pushes his dick into Childes ass, Childe buries his head in your neck to muffle the cry. He gives his ass a slap and then begins to fuck him roughly. His movements making Childe thrust into you.

You began to feel your orgasm on the horizon, one of your hands moving down to circle your clit. Childe was too gone, too lost in pleasure to even think straight, he finally had his fantasy of being between you and Zhongli.

Zhongli increases the pace, making it more and more brutal, unlike Childe he's not very vocal, only letting out small huffs as grunts. He looks at you, you look so fucked out, eyes clenched shut a small sliver of drool across your chin.

“Good boy, taking us both like this” Zhongli grunted, he wrapped his arms around Childe’s torso and pulls him up against his chest. You feel yourself getting more and more hazy.

“F-Fuck I’m gonna cum hahh” You whine, arching your back off the table, breasts meeting Childes scarred chest.

With one final swipe of your clit you cum, squeezing around Childe’s cock, he thrusts through your orgasm, intensifying it.

This in combination with Zhongli hitting that spot inside of him over and over again Childe cums. He lets out a drawn out moan, eyes flying open. Thick white ropes painting your insides.

“How disappointing” Zhongli comments and he slides out of Childe’s ass, he whines at the loss of his cock filling him so well.

Zhongli bends over and picks up white tie, he ties it around Childe’s wrists and forces him to sit in the nearby chair, cock half-hard covered in your mixed releases. He then turns to you, sitting back up, Childe’s cum leaking out of your pussy.

“Turn around” You obey, jumping off the desk and leaning over it

“It’ll be a tight fit darling, I’ll go slowly” he whispers in your ear, planting a kiss between your shoulder blades

“Well see about that” you turn your head to look at him, raising a brow.

He doesn’t dignify you with a response, simply pressing his fat head in. You whine at the feeling as he pushes deeper into you, using Childe’s cum mixed with yours as lube.

“What was that you were saying?”

You whine in response, Zhongli grabs your hair and pulls your head back like he had done for Childe as he bottoms out, refusing to move.

“Use your words darling” he demands

“I-I’m sorry, just please fuck me” you plead

He gives one short thrust

“Please, Zhongli! I’ll be good for you”

Satisfied with you begging he lets go of your hair and presses a hand into the centre of your back and pushes you down against the desk. He fucks you like he had just fucked Childe, hard, fast rough. From this angle everything felt more intense, you were losing it quickly.

Childe stares at the display, cock already hard watching the two of you. He struggles against Zhongli’s expensive tie, desperately wanting release again. After a few seconds he frees himself from the simple restraint. He gives himself a few strokes and then walks around to the other side of the desk.

Zhongli looks up at him and quirks his eyebrow, not expecting to see Childe there. You look up at Childe as well, you let out a mewl as Zhongli thrusts into particularly roughly. Childe, tired of not being in control of the night, takes advantage of one of your moans to press his cock against your lips.

Without hesitation you lick the slit, tasting his salty precum on your tongue. He presses deeper into your mouth and grabs your hair, he begins to fuck you in tandem with Zhongli’s thrusts. You’re completely gone at this point, a mess between the two men. Without much warning another orgasm hits you, you squeeze harshly against Zhongli's cock, he stills his thrusts a little.

Childe continues to fuck your throat, admiring the tears begging to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck, look at you, looking so fucked out for us” You moan around his cock at his words, bringing Childe closer to the edge. After a few more rough thrusts into your throat Childe’s hips still and he cums down your hot throat, you taste the salt. You open your mouth to show him you swallowed it all.

“Good Girl” he praises you, tucking piece of hair behind you ear

You grab his hands to support yourself as Zhongli thrusts into you with reckless abandon, using you to desperately chase his own release. After a few more minutes he grabs your hips with bruising force. Pumping your hot cum into you. He pulls out, letting it slide down your thighs.

You lie there for a second, collecting your thoughts after what just happened.

“Come, lets get cleaned up” Childe says, Zhongli helps you off the desk. You begin to haphazardly pull your clothes back on with Childe and Zhongli.

“There's a bathroom just down the hall, it's late enough that everyone would be gone but be careful anyways”

With some luck the three of you make the way to the luxurious bathroom that only the Jade Chamber would have. You clean yourselves up and make your way to the terrace floating high above Liyue

“Until the next negotiation” You give them a nod and they descend together.

You scold yourself internally for not getting answers, hopefully next time you would get more.

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genshinluvr · 1 year ago

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Sick Days 2

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The men are sick, and it's your duty to nurse them back to their healthy selves. Yes, the men are sick— all twenty-seven of them are ill, and you're the only one who's taking care of them. Some of them made it easier for you, but others made it complicated for you. It's a good thing you don't have emetophobia.

Note: This is highly requested by either three people or one person. Either way, I'm surprised someone wanted part two of the previous mini-fic because I felt iffy about the first part. Anyway, I am back from my vacation! That means we can finally get back to the longer fics because this upcoming week will be a villain!isekai'd!reader fic because it won the voting on Tumblr and Discord :> I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The men are sick, and some of them are vomiting

Word Count: 3.5k

This is part two of Sick Days.

RING!

“Onikabuto booboo bear! I’m hungryyy!”

You run to the left side of the room with a tray of food in your hands. “Coming!”

RING!

“Sweetheart? Can you get me water? My throat is feeling parched.”

You run to the nearest water pitcher, grab a glass cup and fill it with water. “Give me a moment!” You holler. After filling the cup with water, you run to the right side of the room, making sure not to spill any water on the wooden floor.

RING RING!

“Snookums!!!! I’m cold! Can you get me an extra blanket and maybe cuddle with me?”

You run toward the piles of blankets on the table and search for the softest blanket you can find. The thicker and softer the blanket, the better it is. You don’t want any of them to be cold and feel uncomfortable while ill. You know how your boyfriends are—when they’re feeling unwell and sick, they need your attention around the clock. While searching through the mountain of blankets, you hear someone cough loudly.

Without looking, you announce over your shoulders, “Make sure to cough into your elbows and keep your masks on. You guys wouldn’t want to get me sick, now, do you?”

“No,” Aether mutters before sniffling under his face mask.

Zhongli sighs, rubbing his throbbing temples. “Apologies, dearest.”

“Childe, you can’t just ask [Y/N] to cuddle with you. You’ll get them sick, and if they get sick—”

Diluc was interrupted by Childe coughing loudly into his elbows, causing the redhead to roll his eyes and scoot toward the edge of his bed. Childe drops his arm to his side and narrows his eyes at Diluc before snuggling into his blanket, shivering like a chihuahua.

After what feels like forever, you finally found the perfect blanket for the poor, shivering Snezhnayan. You pull the blanket from the pile and walk to Childe’s bed. Childe’s eyes light up, and he sits on the bed, making grabby motions as you get closer to his bed. You decided to have the men stay in the infirmary at the estate instead of their bedrooms because, to you, it’d be easier to tend to each person if they were all in the same room instead of scattered around the estate.

Well, at least that’s what you assumed. Now look at you— running from each side of the room to tend to each person’s needs, from getting water, cooking, and feeding your sickly boyfriends to getting them extra pillows and blankets if they’re in need, and so much more. It’s safe to say that you’re getting your daily exercise.

“I think I found the perfect blanket for you, Childe. It’s warm and really soft,” you say proudly, tossing the blanket over his shivering body.

Childe smiles at you beneath his face mask before grabbing you by the wrist while you adjust the blanket over him. You pause and look at the ginger Harbinger curiously. For someone who’s sick, Childe still has his strength because he somehow managed to pull you onto his bed. You stumble forward, making sure not to crush him when you land on his bed. Childe wraps his muscular arms around your neck and his legs around your thighs.

“Well, hello to you too,” you mumble, head resting against the crook of Childe’s neck.

Childe doesn’t reply. Instead, he sighs with contentment before rolling over to his side, bringing you with him. You snort and run your hands through his unruly, ginger hair. You pause and squeeze your eyes shut after feeling Childe’s damp hair. Oh, dear Archons. You pull your hands from Childe’s hair and wipe your hand on your shirt. Childe doesn’t seem to notice your slight change of behavior as he continues to nuzzle against you, sighing with contentment. You hear a disgruntled sigh coming from the small infirmary bed beside Childe’s bed. You peek from Childe’s neck to see Diluc and Al Haitham glaring holes into the back of Childe’s head.

Al Haitham sniffles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Childe, you shouldn’t cuddle with [Y/N], or else you’ll get them sick too,” Al Haitham grumbles, continuing to glare at the ginger Snezhnayan.

“How are you freezing when you’re from Snezhnaya? Aren’t you used to the cold?” Venti asks from the other side of the room.

You chuckle. “Just because Childe is Snezhnayan doesn’t mean he’s used to the cold. Besides, Childe freezing due to being sick and being in a cold environment are two different things,” you say.

You pat Childe’s head and roll off the infirmary bed. Childe whines with protest, grabbing the hem of your shirt and attempting to pull you back to his bed, only for the hem of your shirt to slip through his fingers. Childe pouts and remains in bed, gazing at you with puppy dog eyes. You walk to the person closest to the medicine cart and adjust the pillow under his head.

“How are you feeling, Baizhu? You’re usually the one caring for us all and giving us medication, but today you and I switched spots,” you say, grabbing the medicine bottle with his name on the bottle and uncapping it.

Out of every sick man in the infirmary, you’re worried about Baizhu the most. Baizhu’s health is more at risk, and he’s prone to catching illnesses quickly out of the twenty-seven men. You’re grateful to have Baizhu give you some pointers on what medication to give each man in the infirmary, how much they need to take their medicine, and how often they need to take them.

Baizhu coughs into his elbow, wincing when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. “I could be worse, but with your assistance, I should be okay,” Baizhu wheezes.

You take out two pill tablets for Baizhu and hand them to the green-haired man. Baizhu takes his face mask off, throws the two pills into his mouth, and grabs the cup of water from your hands before downing the water to wash down the pills. Baizhu hands you the cup before lying on the bed. Changsheng, on the other hand, is perched on Baizhu’s lap, slowly slithering up to the green-haired man’s chest and staying there.

“How did we all get sick simultaneously? This sucks,” Kaveh sniffles from the other side of the infirmary, rubbing his red and irritated nose.

Just when Kaveh’s about to say more, his cheeks suddenly puff up, and he covers his mouth with his hands. Everyone stares at Kaveh, watching his pale, sickly skin gradually turn light green. Oh no. You recognize the expression. You rush to the trash can, grab it, and run to the other side of the infirmary to give Kaveh the trash can before he can spew bile all over the place.

Kaveh whimpers a ‘thank you’ before dry heaving into the trash bin. The others close their eyes and cover their ears while you look away, rubbing Kaveh’s back as he vomits into the trash can. After a few minutes, Kaveh wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you take the vomit-filled trash can from his hands.

“I think you should go brush your teeth, Kaveh. Wouldn’t want to have vomit breath, now, do you?” Scaramouche asks, his nose scrunching up with disgust.

Kaveh sighs and shoots a glare toward Scaramouche. Kaveh tosses the blanket off his body before getting up from the bed and going to the nearest bathroom. Scaramouche chuckles before quickly pulling up his face mask and coughing into his elbows. You sigh and dispose of the vomit-filled trash bin.

After changing the trash bin, you walk into the room and grab a pill bottle for Xiao. You didn’t think it was possible for Archons and Adeptis to get sick, but you were wrong. You stand beside Xiao’s bed and nudge him lightly while he remains on the infirmary bed with the blanket over his head. Xiao groans and curls into a little ball.

“Xiao, I have your medicine. You should take it before you sleep,” you say, nudging the Yaksha lightly.

“Adeptis don’t need sleep,” Xiao grumbles, his voice nasally due to his stuffy nose.

You sigh, grab the edge of the blanket, and yank it off his head. Xiao grumbles and squints at you. Xiao sighs and rolls over on his back, rubbing his eyes. Poor Xiao looks miserable— the tip of his nose is red, and he is constantly sniffling. Xiao wipes his nose with the tissue you hand to him while you uncap the pill bottle to give him his medication.

You hold out the two pill tablets to Xiao. “I know you don’t need sleep, but you should get some sleep regardless. If you don’t rest, then you won’t be healthy. If you’re not healthy, then that means I can’t give you kisses,” you say.

Xiao stares at you before reluctantly grabbing the tablets from your hands, throwing them into his mouth, and swallowing the pills dry. You gaped at Xiao. Xiao points at his head while you stare at him with your mouth agape.

“What is he doing?” Cyno mutters, hugging his knees to his chest.

Kazuha wraps himself up in the blanket before falling over on the bed. “I think he’s asking for a forehead kiss from [Y/N] as a reward for taking his medicine,” Kazuha replies.

“So… are we not going to talk about how Xiao swallowed those pills without needing water?” Heizou asks, blowing his nose into the tissue.

You and Xiao continue to stare at each other in silence. You chuckle to yourself before leaning toward Xiao and kissing his forehead. Xiao closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. When you pull away, you notice Xiao’s cheeks are bright pink. You’re not sure if it’s because of his fever or if he’s blushing. Either way, Xiao looks adorable.

“Get some rest now, okay?” You stroke Xiao’s hair.

Xiao nods wordlessly before lying on his back while you tuck him into bed. Xiao closes his eyes when you lean in to kiss his forehead before leaving him to let him sleep. You walk to the next person to check on them, only to see Kaeya knocked out cold. Kaeya’s not wearing his eyepatch as it lays above his pillow. You press your hand against his forehead after brushing his bangs from his forehead. He still has a high fever, and he’s been sick for a few days— luckily, his fever isn’t nearly as bad as the first day.

Kaeya cracks his eyes open when you wipe the sweat from his forehead with a rag. Kaeya clears his throat, wincing when he feels how dry his throat is. “Oh? Is it my turn to be taken care of by nurse bunny?” Kaeya teases.

You snort. “Yes, it’s your turn to be taken care of by me, Kaeya,” you reply. “Try sitting for me, okay? You need to take your medicine.”

Kaeya sighs and sits up, grabbing the eyepatch from above the pillow and putting them on while you grab his medicine bottle. Why would the men need their own prescription if they have the same illness? Well, some are allergic to certain ingredients in the medication, and others are not. Some need stronger doses than others. People’s bodies react to medication differently, and you sure as hell do not want your boyfriends to have a negative reaction to their medication. Especially when they’re sick— some sicker than others.

You take two tablets from the pill bottle, handing them to the Cavalry Captain. Kaeya smiles at you, taking the pills from your hands before swallowing them with the help of water. After downing the medication, Kaeya places the cup on the nightstand between his and Tighnari’s bed, resting his head on your lower abdomen, and closes his eyes.

“Get some rest, alright? I only bothered you awake so you can take your medication,” you murmur, running your hands through his hair.

Kaeya nods before lying on the bed and closing his eyes. You turn to look at Tighnari, whose staring at you with a faraway look. His hair is pulled up in a half ponytail, there are dark circles underneath his eyes, and he’s shaking his head.

Tighnari clears his throat. “Before you say anything, I already took my medication,” Tighnari rasps.

You blink at him. “When? I didn’t even notice you getting up to take your medication,” you say incredulously.

“He took his medication while you were occupied with Kaveh,” Thoma interjects, snuggling up against the body pillow and closing his eyes.

You sigh. “At least it’s one less person to worry about,” you murmur, running your hands through your hair. “You should get some rest now. Since you took your medication already.”

Tighnari stares at you before pointing at his forehead. You playfully roll your eyes and lean down, kissing his forehead. Tighnari silently cheers before taking his hair out of the half ponytail and lying down. You were about to go over and check on Gorou and Albedo, but the two men were also knocked out cold.

Gorou cracks his eyes open and rubs his eye. “Can I take my medication later? ‘M tired,” Gorou mumbles, rolling over on his stomach, and slowly falls asleep.

“Sorry, Gorou, but I can’t let you skip out on your medication. There’s a time slot, remember?” You poke Gorou’s cheek lightly.

On the bed, one foot from Gorou’s bed, Albedo raises his hand. “I also took my medication earlier as well,” Albedo comments.

You stare at Albedo as the Chief Alchemist gets comfortable in his bed. Well, at least the ones that took their medication are somewhat making it easier for you. You walk to Dainsleif’s bed and sit across from him. The blond man cracks his eyes open and gazes at you with bleary eyes, slowly rubbing his eyes as he sits on the bed. You pull his medicine bottle out from the small basket and hand him the bottle. Dainsleif uncaps the bottle, takes two pill tablets from the bottle, and pops the pills into his mouth before downing the water from his water bottle.

“I didn’t know you could get sick,” you murmur, hugging your knees to your chest.

Dainsleif hands the bottle back to you. “I’m immortal, not immune to diseases and sicknesses,” Dainsleif replies, wiping the droplet of water from the corner of his lips.

You stand and hand him the eyemask. “It looks like not even Archons are immune to diseases and illnesses. I’m going to let you rest now, alright? I’m going to check on the others,” you say, stroking Dainsleif’s hair before walking to the next person.

What amazes you is how Capitano continues to wear his helmet despite being sick. When you hand him his medication, Capitano gets up from his bed and leaves the room for a brief moment before returning.

“You didn’t throw the medicine away, did you?” you ask, gazing at the tall Harbinger skeptically.

Capitano’s shoulders bounce as he sits on his bed and shakes his head. “Just because I took my medication out of sight does not mean I threw them away. You needn’t worry,” says Capitano as he pats your head before lying down.

You sigh in relief and smile at Capitano before turning over to the other three Harbingers. You pass the medicine bottles to each man and fill their cups with water from the water pitcher. You hand the cups to the men, trading the cups of water for the medicine bottles. The three men take their medication before remaining sitting on their beds.

“Is there anything else you three need before I check up on Neuvillette and Wriothesley?” you ask, putting their prescription bottles back into the tray.

Pantalone sighs, takes his glasses off, and puts them on the nightstand. “When can we start cuddling again?” asks the black-haired Harbinger.

“When you’re not sick anymore, Captain Obvious. Do you want [Y/N] to get sick all because you wanted a cuddle session?” Dottore asks, glaring at the black-haired Harbinger.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Even though the two men are sick, they still bicker with one another. Pierro clears his throat and motions for you to come close. You walk to Pierro and stand at the foot of his bed. You grab an extra blanket for Pierro and drape it over him. Pierro grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

You stand beside Pierro’s bed, and he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, untangling the small knots in his hair as Pierro rubs your back with his thumb. You press the back of your hand against his forehead, sighing in relief.

“It looks like your fever is going down faster than the others! That’s great news,” you say, patting his head.

Pierro clears his throat. “It’s all thanks to you, little one. If it weren’t for you, my fever wouldn’t have gone down,” Pierro replies.

“Hey! Stop giving the old man attention because we’re dying over here!” A nasally voice hollers from the other side of the infirmary.

Pierro reluctantly releases you as you turn to where the other two men are lying. Wriothesley looks like a mess, but you can’t blame him since the poor man has emptied his stomach four times so far. Wriothesley sniffles pitifully, hugging the trash can to his chest as he wipes the snot from his nose with the back of his hand. You hand the medication to him, only for Wriothesley to shake his head and place a hand over his stomach.

“I don’t want to take it right now, my dear. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down if I were to take the medication,” Wriothesley says, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Wriothesley’s face turns bright green before shoving his face into the trash bin and retching and emptying his stomach for the fifth time. You sigh, rubbing his back as he continues to spew into the almost full trash bin. While Wriothesley is retching and whimpering into the white trash can, you turn to Neuvillette.

“Did you take your medication?” You ask, shaking the prescription bottle lightly before him.

Neuvillette shakes his head. “I just woke up. Waking up to your face and the sound of your voice is something I would prefer over the sounds of Wriothesley heaving and whimpering into the trash can,” Neuvillette sighs, brushing his hair away from his face.

You run your fingers through Neuvillette’s hair, smiling at the silver-haired man. “Maybe next time when you’re not sick. After all, you and Wriothesley arrived at the estate not long ago, and look at you two… sick just like the others,” you sigh.

Poor Neuvillette and Wriothesley. The two men have moved into the estate not long ago, and yet both of them end up getting the virus that was going around the abode. The first person that caught the virus was Kaveh, and it passed around to everyone in the abode except for little ole’ you. This was strange because you get sick easily— you don’t have a weak immune system per se, but you have lived with children in the past back in your world, and those children would get you sick whenever they were sick.

“Here’s your medicine. Get some rest after, alright? I know you have a headache right now,” you murmur, handing Neuvillette his medication.

Neuvillette grabs the medication from your hands, and you turn to Wriothesley, who places the trash bin beside his bed and gazes at you with bleary eyes. You prop one hand on your hip, looking at Wriothesley curiously.

“Are you done throwing up?” You ask.

Wriothesley nods.

You tap your fingers on your hips. “Do you think you can take your medications now? If not, I can give them to you later when you don’t feel like you have to throw up again,” you suggest.

Wriothesley shakes his head wordlessly and extends his hand, the palm of his hand facing up as he waits for you to hand the pill tablets to him. You sigh and place the two pill tablets on the palm of his hands, and watch the black-haired man shove the pills into his mouth before chugging the water.

“Wriothesley, please don’t chug the water. You might make yourself throw up again if you do that,” you chide.

Wriothesley places the cup back on the nightstand between his and Neuvillette’s bed, wiping the water droplets from his lips with the back of his hand. You pat his head while he smiles, pressing his head against your stomach. After a few minutes of petting Wriothesley’s hair, you grab the trash can beside Wriothesley’s bed and walk out of the room to empty the trash can, only to stop in your tracks when you hear someone retch and a collective groan.

“[Y/N]! You have more trash cans to empty!”

You sigh, shoulders slumping. Whatever this virus is, you sure hope it stops floating around because you don’t know how much longer you can deal with having to change out trash bags. Especially when you’re not a huge fan of vomiting. It’s a good thing you don’t have emetophobia— that would render you useless if you had it. As long as you’re not the one that’s vomiting, you’re okay with cleaning up after someone else’s vomit since it’s not your first rodeo.

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decayedgloria · 1 year ago

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losing myself in your forever

ft. Childe

There is a secret that you keep from your lover, but there may be more than just your identity that lies hidden between you and him

Tags: Childe x afab!reader, adeptus!reader, morning sex, smut only in the beginning, fluff, somewhat canon compliant, cursing, nsfw, platonic!zhongli, fwb (ish?), use of russian/chinese nicknames, pwp, praising, may make a part 2, this is much more plot than I am used to, mdni, nsfw under cut.

Word Count: ~2.6k, not proofread

The early morning rays shined softly into the bedroom you laid in, snugly tucked into the arms of your lover. You lazily traced his freckled forearm as you hummed, contentedly listening to his shallow heartbeat as he slept.

This scene was not unfamiliar to you. After a night of lustful entanglement, you always wake up in Childe’s arms, your limbs tangled with his as you recount your liaison with a hazy grin. More often than not you always awoke before him, which gave you ample time to take in the sight before you.

Waiting for your lover to rise was one of the few things you came to enjoy after the first few times you were in bed together, watching his battle-worn chest rise and fall with each breath as his peaceful face rested. His face was not usually so, it was filled with mirth and bloodlust during the day, but in these rare moments of tranquility, they were a world away.

As you kept humming, you felt him stir under you, finally waking up. You gave Childe a small smile when his eyes opened, revealing the prettiest blue hues- something you’ve always attributed to uncut noctilucous jade.

“Good morning my love.” You place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he returned in slow earnest. Grinning, he brings a hand to cup your face as he does, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Morning, kotichek.” His voice was still low and raspy from the night before, sending delightful shivers through your veins. Hearing him speak in his mother tongue certainly didn’t help, either. Your eyes bore into his as you kiss him once more moving to sit up on his lap, earning a chuckle from him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you sound so alluring when you say that?” You cheekily press your chest against his, teasing him just a little. Your hips were angled in a way that hovered your cunt just above his already-hard member, and you bore your eyes into his own half-lidded ones.

“Only you.” And your chest swelled with pride, just a little, at his words. Whether or not it was true, you didn’t care. As your lips touched Childe’s once again, all you knew was that in this moment he was yours.

Never in your thousand years of living have you had someone like this. Someone to hold you so tenderly as he slipped into you, soft groans emanating from his chest. His hands were firmly on your hips, rocking you gently as you continued to kiss him, albeit sloppily. Your hands tangled themselves in his ginger hair, pulling him closer to you as he devoured you.

Being an adeptus was usually a lonely experience. Living in solitary in Jueyun Karst had given you no experience with humans and human emotions whatsoever. While you weren’t completely alone, sometimes you craved interaction with someone who wasn’t an adeptus as well. Which brought you to Liyue Harbor months ago, against the will of Cloud Retainer and your brother, you still went to the city to search for anyone, really, who was willing to be your friend.

Who knew such a cute Snezhnayan boy eating at the same food kiosk as you could be so much more than that?

Your pace became faster and more erratic as you both felt your orgasms come closer. Now you were practically bouncing on his cock, moaning his name as his hands traveled across your body, pinching and squeezing every crevice.

“You make me feel so good, kotichek…” He groaned, pressing his head into your shoulders. “Pussy’s so good only for me, right?” Unconsciously pulling him closer to you, you grind your hips deeper into his as you continued your pace, a light sheen of sweat beginning to form over your body as you do so.

“Yes, yes- only for you! Ah- your cock feels so good inside me…!” You whined deliciously. Childe grinned hazily at the sight of you, taking in how you writhed against him in pleasure. His hands made their way to your breasts as he gently kneaded them, rolling with your nipples in between his thumb and index finger.

It only took a few more thrusts for you to reach your high. You threw your head back, almost screaming, while your cunt squeezed his cock- causing him to cum inside you. Panting, you keep your position on top of him, slumping in his arms as he catches your breathless form easily.

Childe plants a kiss on your shoulder blade, holding you in his arms tenderly as your body recovers. “Did you enjoy it?” He always asked you that question, even if he already knew the answer. From your shaky legs to your puffy lips, he could already tell; but Childe preferred when you told him directly.

“I always enjoy my time with you, tián xīn.” The name, which used to be unfamiliar to you, came easily across your tongue now that you’re in front of him. You suddenly sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed to let him get up and ready for the day.

“You aren’t gonna get ready?” He asked as he swiped his scattered clothes off the floor, getting ready to take a shower. “Not busy today?”

“Mm… it’s not like I can walk anyways, so no. Not busy.” You shook your head, a light chuckle escaping your lips. Childe laughed in response, something that never failed to make your stomach do flips.

“You did ask for it, kotichek. I’m just simply here to deliver.” Your thighs were starting to sore and burn, though it was nothing compared to the wounds you’d been dealt during battle. Not that Childe would ever know about those, or about the fact that you weren’t human at all.

It’s for the better, you reasoned with yourself. Had he known, you doubted that he’d stay with an adeptus like you. Immortal, forever living while he would most likely die in battle or due to age. It saddened you, just a little, that it was the reality you had to face sooner or later, but just for a little bit, you can keep this charade going.

You were lost in your thoughts when Childe waved his hand in front of your face, causing you to blink. You hadn’t realized you were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you completely missed him finishing his shower, and now bidding you goodbye.

“Thought I lost you for a sec.” He cheekily grinned, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing… it’s nothing.” If he noticed how quiet your voice was, he didn’t show it. Instead, he kissed you again, this time on the lips. “I’m going to see my brother today, I think. I might visit him at work.” You gave him a reassuring smile, “Be safe, tián xīn.”

His expression dipped a little as you said that. Unbeknownst to him, you knew he was a Fatui harbinger. However, they can’t all be bad, right? Certainly not him, who showers you with warm kisses and the sweetest affections when you’re together. Childe said so himself that he would die before ever thinking about hurting you, so what’s there to be afraid of?

“I’ll try, kotichek.” He gave you one last kiss before exiting the room, closing the door behind him gently. You sighed once more, sitting on the edge of the bed to dangle your feet while your thoughts rant rampant and your chest tightened with every breath.

Perhaps consulting your brother would give you a solution.

When you stepped into the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to ask for your brother, Hu Tao all but gawked at you from behind the counter.

“Mr. Zhongli? You’re his sister?” You had never met the young girl before, so it wasn’t surprising for her to look at you with such… curious eyes. Her gaze made you feel like you were laid out on an examination table, being investigated for some sort of anomaly. You shook off the feeling as you returned her smile politely.

“Yes. I was wondering if he’s in right now?” The girl shook her head, pointing a solemn finger to the double doors.

“Aiya, he’s out on personal business right now. I think he said he was in Liuli Pavillion?” Hu Tao brought her hand to her chin, thinking. “That’s probably where you can find him. But, aside from that, would you be interested in pre-ordering a coffin for your funeral?” You look at her quizzically, seeing as her expression was bright and mischievous despite talking about your death.

“Ah, no thank you. That won’t come for a long time.” You smile nervously, getting ready to leave the parlor.

“Never say never! After all, our archon just died, so really it could be any of us next!” You shook your head. Was this really how they advertised? It was a bit crass; you wondered if they had any customers at all at this rate.

Making your way into the restaurant, you find that your brother’s meeting hasn’t started yet, giving you some time to chat with him. As you walked in, your brother was sipping his tea, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Gēge, how are you?” You greeted the man politely, “I hope you aren’t too busy yet.”

“What a wonderful surprise, mèi mei. Please have a seat, my meeting won’t begin for a few minutes.” His reassuring smile calmed you a little as you pulled out a chair, sitting on it before letting out a relaxed breath.

“What’s been troubling you now, little rascal?” You perked up at the nickname, the tips of your ears turning pink. Was your expression really that obvious? Zhongli only chuckled at your reaction, looking at you expectantly.

“I- Well, uh…” You weren’t sure how to begin your question, or even if you should ask it at all. Nervousness coursed through your body under his watchful gaze, eyes flitting around the room as you try to steady yourself.

“In all my years of knowing you, you have never been this shy. Tell me, what’s gotten to you this time mèi mei?” Now he was concerned, shifting towards you eagerly as you take a deep breath.

“Well… I’ve taken a mortal lover…” Your voice became quiet, red suddenly blossoming on your face as you look down in shyness and partial shame. It was a bit embarrassing to admit to Zhongli that fact but considering the rest of the adepti and their feelings towards humans, you hoped that he was at least understanding of your situation.

“And I don’t know if I should continue it or not. Y’know, since I’m not exactly mortal and all… Basically, how do I tell them?”

“Hmm…” Zhongli thought for a moment. You couldn’t make anything of the expression on his face, but you hoped he wasn’t disappointed or angry. It wasn’t likely, but when it came to you, he was awfully protective; you were his precious sister, blood or not.

“What’s their temperament? You cannot know how they will react if you do not know their personality well enough,” He concluded, “Do they at least treat you well enough?” That sentence was laced with a dangerously low tone, his golden eyes suddenly darkening at the thought of someone hurting you.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, gēge- he’s wonderful.” A small smile graced your features as you thought about Childe. “He’s thoughtful, considerate, he’s a lot of fun. He’s also quite handsome, I’d say.” Zhongli relaxed a little, yet again sipping his tea as he listened to you ramble on about your lover.

He would be lying if he said you weren’t cute at this moment, who would have thought that his rambunctious, troublemaker sister would have found someone who she cherished in that way? The thought warmed his heart. Perhaps a meeting with this individual was in order.

“...and he always gets me the foods I love from Xinyue Kiosk.” You hadn’t noticed you were rambling until Zhongli cleared his throat, snapping you out of your small tirade. Sheepishly, you silence yourself rather quickly, listening to what your brother had to say.

“If he is such a good man, with a good temperament, and loves you so, then you have nothing to fear mèi mei. Humans are simple creatures, after all.” He gave you a small smile, which comforted you just a little. His response managed to convince you of telling Childe, and you decided that the next time you would see him would be the time to do so.

“I am curious about this mortal. Do you wish to introduce me to him someday?”

“Yes, of course. I’m also curious if he’d meet your expectations, gēge.” You let out a giggle, thinking about the meeting already. Childe wouldn’t know that Zhongli was an adeptus, much less Rex Lapis, so you were confident that he wouldn’t be intimidated away. Though, you had to be sure that your brother wouldn’t pull any fast ones on him…

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant opened, and you could hear footsteps of multiple people walking in. Probably your brother’s guests. You stood up from your chair, as did Zhongli, as you both got ready to bid each other goodbye.

Your brother pulled you into a warm embrace, which you returned. “Make sure to inform me of your decision, mèi mei. Until next time-”

“Hey.”

You break away from the embrace hastily, not wanting to embarrass your brother in front of his guests. As you whirl around, you prepare yourself to bow apologetically to them, until you caught a glimpse of who they were.

There he stood. Childe, looking just as surprised as you were as his eyes darted between you and your brother suspiciously. Behind him were two others, a blonde outlander wearing foreign clothes, and a floating child. It felt like an eternity that you both stood there in shock, only being able to look at each other until Zhongli cleared his throat once again.

“Welcome. Pleasure to see you again, Childe.” He greets them, casting a side glance at your agape expression. “Please, let’s have a seat. My sister was just about to leave so we can start discussing our pressing matters.”

When you said you wanted Zhongli and Childe to meet, you didn’t mean as soon as possible. No, not like this. Not during a business meeting- wait. Him being here… that meant Zhongli already knew Childe. Ah, you weren’t sure if that made the situation easier to handle or not.

“Yes. I was leaving, sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll take my leave now.” The words practically fly out of your mouth as you rush past Childe and his party, missing his hurt gaze following you as you did so. He wanted so badly to follow you and ask you what you were doing here, were you really Rex Lapis’s sister? Who were you, exactly?

Zhongli noticed everything. From the way you tensed up when Childe entered the room, and how you seemed to avoid him when leaving. You were never one to do that, you always took the time to chat even a little. And Childe… the look on his face when he saw you indicated something to Zhongli that there was something going on between the both of you. How his gloved hand twitched to the direction you left in, almost instinctively, and how his eyes followed you across the room.

The adeptus closed his eyes for a brief moment, the twitch in his eyebrows so subtle that it almost seemed like it didn’t happen. Under the guise of pleasantries, his golden eyes stared right into the harbinger’s soul, almost wanting to claw through him as he talked apprehensively.

Of all the people in Liyue, why must it be the fucking eleventh harbinger?

i am exhausted. this fic was born out of three restless nights. i need sleep.

Anyways sorry that this isn't like a simple one shot :/// i had a jam going and i needed to write it out. i think there will be a part 2 tho, like very likely, but it'll be much more angsty bc i need to practice writing angst lol

expect a sundress szn for some other characters in the future, working on one rn

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #childe smut #fluff #afab reader

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luxyue · 5 months ago

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knife boots — part vi.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

masterlist | previous

➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ lutz ❞ a toe jump, taking off from a backward outside edge, and landing on the backward outside edge of the opposite foot.

vi. through his lens

[2 YEARS AGO: GRAND PRIX FINAL, WOMEN’S FREE SKATE]

SCORES AFTER WOMEN’S SHORT PROGRAM:

Y/N (SNE) | 81.35

SHENHE (LIY) | 73.25

AYAKA (INA) | 70.59

EULA (MON) | 67.59

GANYU (LIY) | 66.72

FURINA (FON) | 64.78

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Xiao’s gaze floated around the arena. Xianyun and Zhongli sat at the kiss-and-cry with Shenhe, awaiting her scores. The next and final skater entered the ice, starting her warm-up.

A quick look at the short program standings told him that Shenhe had a nice margin between herself and the skater in third place after her skate yesterday. As expected of Zhongli and Xianyun’s student. After her clean free skate, she could definitely stay ahead. But there was still one skater left in this event, and her eight-point lead from the short program could easily put her in first place, even with a few minor mistakes.

Speaking of which, the final skater was still warming up with some swizzles and crossovers. She certainly didn’t look special. Anything but that, really. Xiao could spot the tremble in her knees even from his spot at the very top of the stands. She looked nervous and unsure of herself, but he supposed that was to be expected. It was her first Grand Prix Final, after all. But even he knew that she had to have an impressive set of jumps in her arsenal.

Xiao had heard of the girl that landed a triple axel during the women’s short program yesterday. It was impossible not to, considering it was the hottest topic among all the skaters at his hotel. In fact, he couldn’t stop hearing about it. First, during breakfast, from a few of the Mondstadter junior skaters that had finished their events already and were sticking around to watch the seniors compete. Then again, during lunch, from two Inazuman coaches discussing the best performances of the day. Apparently, they had actually coached the girl herself before. At dinner, the triple axel girl was mentioned yet again, this time by his own teammates. Shenhe had come in second after the short program yesterday, but she was still eight points behind the girl who was in first. With no triple axel or quads, she was steadily coming to terms with the fact she probably would not be taking home the title of GPF Champion.

This better be good, thought Xiao, considering that he couldn’t go a single meal without overhearing discussions about this girl. There were even talks that she would attempt a quad lutz in the free skate.

“And the scores, please, for Shenhe of Liyue. Her free skate score is 132.11, making her total score 215.76. She is currently in first place!”

Not bad, he thought. But would it be enough?

“Representing Snezhnaya, please welcome Y/N L/N!”

Xiao turned his attention back to the ice. Y/N circled back around and presented towards the judges. She then hit her starting pose, one foot behind the other, her toepick pressed into the ice while her arms were gracefully flexed behind her back.

He watched as Y/N’s demeanor changed with the flick of a switch. As her music began to play, any hint of her anxiety seemed to melt away as she began her program, setting the atmosphere for what was to come.

Just from her first crossovers, he could tell she was good. Sure, Snezhnayan skaters were always praised for being some of the best of the best. But her? She gained speed almost immediately, naturally covering all of the ice with her movements. Not only that, her edge quality was simply divine.

Xiao followed her movements as she prepared for her first jump. As she did a three-turn across the shorter end of the ice, bending her knees softly before launching into the air with no trouble at all, Xiao knew at once that she would land that triple salchow.

But she didn’t.

It wasn’t a triple, after all—she landed a quad. A quad salchow. If Xiao remembered correctly, that jump had only been landed a limited amount of times within the last decade or so.

She’s…..incredible.

Xiao never watches competitions, especially not the night before his own. But this? He’s secretly thanking the archons that Zhongli forced him out of his hotel room to support his teammates.

He watches her breeze through her triple jumps and combinations with ease, and her spins looked pretty solid. Although he had a few things to say about her toe jump technique, her edge jumps were nothing short of beautiful.

Entering the second half of the program, he figured most of the difficult elements were finished, unless she was going to attempt another triple axel. He watched as she turned backwards and skated towards a corner of the ice, ready to launch into a lutz.

Quad lutz. Apparently the rumors were right, and Xiao was wrong.

Skaters receive a ten-percent bonus for elements completed in the second half of a program to account for fatigue. Some could choose to backload their difficult jumps in order to maximize points, but it was also risky to do so, especially on tired legs, which is why many opted not to. She, apparently, did not care, because Xiao’s train of thought was broken as she completed her final jump—a triple axel.

She started on her final spin, but he didn’t have to stick around to know that she had definitely won the competition. And yet, he stayed anyway. It was a night of firsts for him.

He was right, of course. With a free skate score of 160.41 and a combined score of 241.49, she set a new record and finished a whopping 26 points ahead of Shenhe, earning her first place and the title of women’s singles Grand Prix Final champion.

As he got up to leave the arena and head back to the hotel, he couldn’t help but think to himself—

Wow. I need to up my game for tomorrow.

…

Xiao won his event, of course. One could not expect anything less from him.

“…..I wasn’t aware that you wanted to switch the quad lutz and quad flip to the second half,” spoke Zhongli, who stared at him questioningly.

“It doesn’t matter. I knew I could land them both, I just wanted to see how it could affect my score,” Xiao responded, brushing it off.

“That wasn’t my concern. Just don’t be so afraid to discuss these matters with me next time. You did well, I’m very proud of you, Xiao,” said Zhongli, a soft smile gracing his face.

Although he didn’t show it, Xiao was beaming with pride on the inside. But instead he said, “…..Thanks. Although I know my artistry was lacking in the second half—I started to neglect my presentation skills because I was too focused on the jumps.”

Zhongli frowned. “I felt that it was fine—fatigue is normal, and you did well regardless. Your component scores reflected that. Honestly, Xiao, you always seem to find more critiques about yourself than I do.”

“But I—”

“You’re the Grand Prix Final champion. You still have over a month before nationals, and while I hate to put it this way…..you don’t have much competition there. Rest, Xiao—take some time off for yourself. I don’t want to see you at the rink for at least a week after we get back to Liyue.”

“I—fine. But just this once.”

He sighed. “That’s good enough for me, I suppose. You should go—explore the town. Meet some other skaters. A lot of the juniors seemed to be big fans of yours. Make some friends before the exhibition and banquet.”

Zhongli was referring to the exhibition performances and closing banquet that always took place at the end of these kinds of events. Xiao would love to skip out, of course, but it wouldn’t reflect well on his nation or his teammates, so he had to oblige.

“…..Alright. I’ll see you at the airport.”

He walked off without another word.

…

He should’ve skipped the exhibition. He was dragged into the group dance performances, and let’s just say he did not enjoy it one single bit.

Although, he had to admit, Y/N L/N put on a good show. He watched her solo, doing a fun performance to a trending pop song, and it seemed like she was every bit as natural of a performer as she was a naturally elegant skater. She seemed happy, much unlike the way she was two days ago right before her free skate.

That’s why he found it odd when he overheard her and Tartaglia, otherwise known as Childe, engaging in a heated conversation outside the locker rooms. Although no match for him, he had competed against Childe for a few seasons, but he wasn’t competing this season for an unknown reason. Instead, it seemed that he had taken it upon himself to be a part of Y/N’s coaching team, given that he had accompanied her at the kiss-and-cry along with Arlecchino, a well-known coach with the Harbingers.

“What do you mean, they ‘don’t want me to attend’ the banquet?” she said with exasperation. Childe hushed her, looking around for potential eavesdroppers.

“I don’t know—I think Arlecchino told them you were actually having fun, and I bet they don’t want you actually socializing with too many other skaters right now.”

Y/N didn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer. “Why? It’s not like they ever stopped you. I already won for them, it doesn’t matter if I—”

“Quiet, Y/N, we don’t want someone listening. And it does matter. To them, you’re still too young, too impressionable. They can’t risk you telling—”

“Psh. What, that they make me—”

“Shh—Y/N. Not. Here. I’ll try to convince them to let you go to the banquet, but keep a low profile for now, okay? Not because I don’t want you to have fun, but because it’s for your own good.” He lead her through the other side of the hall way and they headed for the exit of the building.

What the hell was that?

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calqlate · 2 years ago

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RE: LOVE & LIFE | ZERO

— YOU, YOUR BELOVED HUSBAND, AND A PRETTY STRANGER

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader

SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for — a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.

CW(S)/TW(S): contains mentions of suicide attempts

You — the daughter of the respectable [L/N] family, a wealthy family renowned for their extensive network of trade services.

Diluc — the sole son of the esteemed Ragnvindr family, a wealthy family which made a name for themselves from their wine business.

A contract made by both of your grandparents — that was how you came to be the madam of the Ragnvindr household. Now, you were the most powerful lady in the city of Mondstadt, with both your dignified family backing and the reputable Ragnvindr family supporting you. With wealth, fame, and power in the palm of your hand, what more could you possibly ask for?

Love. That was the one thing you wanted the most but did not have: you have loved your husband dearly ever since you were a child. Sure, he was not your soulmate and your timer said that you had ages more to wait before you met your actual match, but who cared? Not everyone married their fated beau, and you could care less about who yours turned out to be. All that mattered was that you loved him, and you were more than ecstatic to learn that you were to marry him. That itself was enough for you.

However, that was not the case for him: on the day of your wedding, he had zero expression on his face, devoid of affection or even any amicable feelings when he looked at you. The moment you set your eyes on him on the altar that day, you knew that he was simply tolerating you and that this was simply for publicity reasons.

So with love out of the picture, you found the simplest way out of this unwanted marriage: suicide. No one was happy in this union and there was no way to annul the marriage without offending anyone. So, what better way than to end your own life?

And then this pretty stranger entered the picture — he was known as Zhongli and he hailed from the docks of Liyue Harbour. You learnt that he worked in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour and he was an associate of the Fatui Network, a Snezhnayan trading group which your husband despised the most. So by default, he was on your blacklist, too. Other than that, you had no connection to him whatsoever.

So why was this pretty stranger in tears, begging you to stay alive for him?

#💫—re: love & life #💫—qq writes #writeblr #writing #zhongli x reader #zhongli #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin

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thatonegenshinsimp · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

NSFW content will be labeled as such

Rules here!

Genshin Impact

Aether

Watching over you (angst)

Alhaitham

Ahlaitham x Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling reader headcanons

Siblings (Alhaitham x Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling! reader)

Under the Moonlight (NSFW)

Binding and Blinding (NSFW)

Comfort

Ayato Kamisato

Nothing yet

Il Capitano

Capitano with a chatty spouse feat @fatuismooches

Childe

Childe with a (S/O) who is good with a bow

Childe with a shy but needy reader (NSFW)

Pinky Promise

I’m Sorry

Cyno

Study Session (NSFW)

Dainsleif

Inteyvat (NSFW)

Diluc Ragnvindr

Diluc with a Snezhnayan reader

Diluc with a Harbinger reader

Good Morning

Memories (NSFW)

Il Dottore

Dottore with a shy spouse

Enjou

Nothing yet

Gorou

Nothing yet

Heizou

Nothing yet

Arataki Itto

Rough day? (NSFW)

Kaeya Alberich

Nothing yet

Kaedehara Kazuha

Nothing yet

Kaveh

Nothing yet

Pantalone

Pantalone x Shy! reader

Pierro

Nothing yet

Scaramouche/Wanderer

Scaramouche x Youkai reader

Thoma

Miso Soup

Home is Where the Heart is

Xiao

Memories (NSFW)

Zhongli

Nothing yet

Multiple Characters

Sleepy Cuddles:

Part 1 (Alhaitham, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Childe)

Part 2 (Aether, Ayato, Capitano, Dainsleif, Pantalone, Dottore)

Part 3 (Cyno, Itto, Enjou, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaveh)

Homework (NSFW):

Part 1 (Xiao, Kazuha, Cyno, Heizou)

Part 2 (Childe, Diluc, Albedo, Aether, Kaeya, Alhaitham)

Cold Mornings With a Warm Lover (NSFW):

Part 1 (Capitano, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Alhaitham, Itto)

Part 2 (Pantalone, Zhongli)

Something’s Fishy Here {Mermay 2024} (Alhaitham, Diluc, Wriothesley, Dainsleif, Neuvilette, Capitano)

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punishing-eden · 11 months ago

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[Repost] The Rite of Partings…

🐳Tartaglia x Lumine🐳

Summary:

On the Eve of Lantern Rite, Childe had finished his dispatch in Liyue. A year has passed, and he can finally go home, yet, a part of him still reminisce his time in Liyue.

Tags: not a reader insert, Lumine is the traveller, chilumi, fluff, edited, reposting

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“Master Childe, all preparations are ready to board, ” Ekerinka said. With a clipboard in hand, she went over the list once again to make sure everything had been packed, sealed and ready to go.

Childe stood by the lobby of Northland Bank looking at the big four walls. He began to reminisce about the time he had spent working in this place. Liyue is very different compared to Snezhnaya, despite he wasn’t all that keen to be dispatched in Liyue in the first place; there was a sudden sadness of longing in his heart.

He will miss this place. The place where danger and actions lurk at every corner.

It was fun, and Childe made sure to have all the fun he wants before he departs this city for good.

“Master Childe?” Ekerinka asked, once more.

“Yes?” Childe replied without looking back at his subordinate.

"Are there anything else you wish to add to your packing list?” She asked, pen ready in her hand.

Childe gave a hum and shrugged. He didn’t really have much to pack, other than the trophies the won from fights, as well as souvenirs for his siblings. Besides that, there really wasn’t much as Ekerinka insisted otherwise.

“Nothing, I don’t have anything more to bring back,” Childe replied. He turned to leave the building for some fresh air; inhaling the scent of the harbour once more before departing tonight.

“Are you sure, Master Childe? Others have requested a lot more items to bring back to the Snezhnaya. Although we do have a space limit on the ship, if you don’t have additional cargo, then I will allocate your space quota to the others.” Ekerinka stated.

However, as she finished her sentence, Childe had already opened the door and left. Fresh air filled his lungs as he wandered through the streets. The Harbour looked quite different from usual, as the members of the Qixing were busy making preparations for this year’s Lantern Rite.

Childe had remembered his first Lantern Rite. The atmosphere was certainly festive and he will admit it was nice to see all the lanterns and decorations, however, he didn’t think it fit into his definition of fun.

During his first year, he was busy collecting debt and finishing his work to even participate, which, he told himself there is always going to be next year. Next year he will be able to see what the festival is all about. Now here he is, a year past and he’s leaving on the night of the festival.

He chuckled on that thought. Such a shame.

Maybe he should have bought a kamera to capture the moments, a little something to show the little ones back home. However, Childe shook his head against the idea. It’s never a good idea to buy imported gadgets in Liyue. They mark up the prices way too high than the original price tag.

Walking along the docks, he watches as people and children make lanterns in all different shapes and sizes. The Moon Craver Lantern was impressive, it stood with grace and strength at the centre, as if he was looking over Liyue.

For a moment, Childe thought he was lost in the atmosphere, only to be broken off when he saw a Snezhnayan ship docked by the port. The small smirk faded.

He will miss Liyue. He will miss the buzziling and loud merchants of the city. He ought to ask Zhongli to spar, however, everytime Childe went to the funeral parlor, Zhongli was almost never there. It was until the reception told the Harbinger that Zhongli was away, the young man finally gave up. He will admit that it doesn’t feel all too good to leave past grudges unresolved.

He walked along the streets, having heard Paimon in the background talking to food vendors and commissioners from the Qixing, Childe couldn’t help but play a small game of finding the Traveler amongst the busy crowd. This game has became a small habit of his.

Lumine.

He will miss Lumine. Not soley for her unique skills, but also the adventure she could go on. To cross mountains and oceans of the unknown is sure alluring to the young Harbinger. This brought a rather conflicted feeling in his chest. Should he be loyal to Tsarista having to be blessed by her majesty and as a duty of a Harbinger? Or, should he abandon his post and just travel with Lumine and jump into the dangerous unknown where his heart desires the most?

His heart fluttered for a moment, before shaking his head to clear the conflicted clouded thoughts. He remembers his ultimate goal since he joined the Fatui, to be the strongest person in the whole of Teyvat, even stronger than the Archons themselves. At that thought alone, he made up his mind.

Thus, he gave the Blonde hair traveler one last look and turned away. Childe was sure they would both meet again. She made a pinky promise to Teucer, and unresolved grudges back in the Golden House need to be resolved, after all.

On the night of departing, Childe looked out to the port from the deck. He already had his coat ready. The sea out back to Snezhnaya will be a frosty one, but he welcomes it. He misses his family, and though, he will leave Liyue, his heart will always think about the exciting things he saw and engaged during his stay. Liyue was nice, but nothing beats having his family bavk in Snezhaya.

The ship’s engine began to rumble and slowly, it floated further and further away from the docks. Ekerina and the other’s from Northlandbank waved their goodbyes at the port.

As the orange lanterns ascended towards the sky one by one, illuminating Liyue was a beautiful yellow gold. It was certainly a sight to behold. Childe wished he had bought a kamera.

As the lanterns floated towards the sky, some followed the sea wind and blew towards the ship, as one lantern came towards Childe, he gently took it and observed the handiwork. Chuckling as the thought of such activity to be cute. He had heard it was customary to write one’s wishes onto the lantern before letting it fly. Growing a little curious, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a little peek at this stranger’s wish.

Carefully he turned towards the writing, and read it.

Letting a laugh, Childe shook his head and with care, he pushed the lantern up, letting it float higher and higher into the air. He watched as it joined the rest.

In a small voice he said, “I hope your wish will comes true, Comrade.”

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“I wish I could share this moments with Aether”

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Author's notes:

This was written, I believe, after the first lantern rite. I first posted this in A03 before I deleted it. (don't ask)

#punishing eden #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #chilumi #childe #genshin lumine #genshin childe

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seravphs · 2 years ago

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ZHONGLI X FEM READER

Zhongli only has three friends: Childe, Xiao, and you. Naturally, the three of you have to interact at some point.

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tags — meeting Childe because Zhongli wants you to, taking care of Xiao because Zhongli asked you to, reader is whipped without realizing it

glossary | chapter 6 of This Is How We Mourn The Living

Having tea with public enemy #1 of Liyue was not on your agenda today, but as always, Zhongli threw a wrench in your plans. It was meant to be a relaxing night alone, until you had spotted your friend. Normally, you’d join him immediately, but this time, some instinct stopped you, and for good reason. Across the floor of the tea house, a wanted criminal playfully begs Zhongli to feed him, citing ‘lack of competence with chopsticks’ as an excuse.

“Zhongli, what is the meaning of this?”

He flinches when he sees you. You’ve never seen him falter for the right words before, but he is now. “I- ah, this is-”

“I know who he is,” you snap. “I’m asking what you’re doing with him.”

The ginger man grins up at you. “Ooh, feisty. I like that.”

Zhongli shoots him a look.

“Zhongli, can I speak with you? Privately?” You ask, but Childe, as he introduces himself - you want to scrub the name out of your brain - is the most annoying person you’ve ever met.

“What? Anything you need to say to him, surely you can say in my presence.”

No, you absolutely cannot, because you are a government servant, keeper of various state secrets, and this is the man who nearly flooded your entire city. You convey all this through your eyes, and he completely ignores you, batting his eyelashes like that will convince you that he’s both trustworthy and friendly. It does nothing but set you off.

“Zhongli,” you hiss. “I cannot believe you’re willing to see him. He summoned Osial! It’s because of him that Ningguang lost the Jade Chamber - can you imagine the destruction that would have occurred if he had succeeded? Having him here is an affront to-“

“I tricked him,” Zhongli states simply, “so we’re even. And I’ve already spoken to him about this matter.”

You don’t believe that’s how it works.

Childe nods aggressively. “Yeah, girlie! Zhongli says it’s fine, so it’s fine. Here I thought the people of Liyue were known for their graciousness. What’s with the grudge? I was stopped before anything serious could happen.”

“You nearly flooded my entire city,” you say incredulously.

“That’s all water under the bridge now - oh, literally,” he says with a laugh. “Besides, I’m off the clock right now! I make it a rule not to talk business after hours unless I’m getting paid extra.”

“Ugh,” Childe makes a face as he takes a sip of his drink. “Liyue wine can’t compare to Snezhnayan fire whiskey. Hey, waiter! Don’t you have anything stronger?”

“Be respectful,” you say, pushing his hand down and smiling politely at the waiter, Ruohan. Of course you know him, as you’ve made it your mission to know most of the people in this part of Liyue. After all, you govern them - it’s only fair to remember their names and be able to recount their troubles with them.

He turns away, a light flush covering his cheeks. Zhongli coughs.

Childe’s eyes narrow. “That go down the wrong pipe, buddy?”

Zhongli holds up a hand to wave off his worry. “Enough. I would like the two of you to get along-“

“As if!” You say.

“Shouldn’t be a problem!” Childe grins.

Of Zhongli’s acquaintances, you greatly prefer Xiao to Childe. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the adeptus, so you head off for the inn he usually calls home. After all, you had promised you would visit, and a Qixing never breaks a promise, though Xiao probably wouldn’t have minded if you did. Preferred it, even, but you made good on your debts, regardless of anyone’s opinions.

“Leave this place immediately,” he says as soon as he sees you, like always, but now you take it as his version of hello. Perhaps it would work on some less thick skinned mortals, but you were Qixing. You had dealt with far more harsh language in your career, and you weren’t about to let Xiao chase you away - especially not knowing how much pain he was in.

“How are you feeling? I brought more almond tofu.”

“There’s no need,” he says, but he holds his hand out for your offering anyway. “You should stop visiting. This is no place for mortals like you. And tell Morax he no longer needs to provide me with the medicine.”

“He prefers Zhongli,” you say mildly, inching closer like he’s a cat you might scare off. When he doesn’t flee, you grab him by the wrist, whip-quick, and pull him down next to you. As expected of an adeptus, he reacts in record time, pulling away from your grip, but you’re strong, and he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“What are you doing?” His words come out like a hiss, but you ignore him, placing the bowl of almond tofu, dusted with a variety of herbs carefully selected and powdered by Zhongli, in front of him.

“Eat. You’ll feel better.”

And while he begrudgingly takes spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, his tattoos begin to glow, black ink receding down his arms in favor of green. A physical change comes over him. Xiao’s always been strong, but the way he looks without the burden of karmic debt is completely different, as if, even with the face of a young man, he’s lost several years of aging. The lines of his face, drawn taut in my pain, have disappeared, and his mouth is no longer set in a severe frown. He could almost pass for friendly, when he’s not in constant pain.

Sometimes, not often, Xiao reminds you of Little Meng, the child who always begged you to play pirates with him in Liyue Harbor. Of course, you were sure he would be offended if you told him he reminded you of a role-playing toddler, but there was a similarity. Both Little Meng and Xiao were stoic sufferers, unwilling to let other people see their pain, or attempt to relieve it. And both were loyal to a fault.

“Zhongli makes you medicine because he cares. If you stopped taking it, you’d hurt him.”

“I am his vassal,” Xiao said. “It’s not right for him to tend to me.”

“I think Zhongli stopped considering you anything of his besides a friend a long time ago.”

To your surprise, Xiao actually listens to you. He doesn’t make an attempt to argue. “I suppose you would know what he thinks now,” he says slowly, and you have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

He’s always overworking himself. Ningguang’s people told you as soon as you stepped in the inn. The adeptus doesn’t rest, doesn’t stop for anything in his merciless hunt for monsters. You have experience taking care of people like him.

Ningguang, Keqing, and even, admittedly, yourself - the best way to deal with such headstrong people is to just let them tire themselves out, then slowly guide them where you want them to be.

You snatch his spear away as soon as he reaches for it, already intent on jumping off the balcony to go find some more monsters to devour. The offended look on his face makes you gulp, but you soldier on. After all, you’ve already gotten away with manhandling him once today. Perhaps that has made you bold - too bold - enough so to grab an adeptus and place his head in your lap so you can stroke his green-black hair, the fringe falling in his eyes.

“You protect everyone. Let us protect you. Xiao, go to sleep.”

He fights the effects of the medicine, but it’s no use. His eyes are closing, and he falls swiftly into what must be his first peaceful rest in a long, long time.

Zhongli is waiting by the entrance to your apartment by the time you finally arrive home, when the waning moon is high in the sky. You stayed with Xiao as long as you could, watching his breathing even out, giving him the human contact he must have gone without for years. Even when you reluctantly had to leave, you entrusted him to the care of the innkeepers.

“Jiyao mishu,” he starts.

You remember how hurt he had looked when you had called him Zhongli-xiansheng. These titles between the two of you are useless formalities that only remind him of past sources of pain. You must be tired, because that’s the only excuse for how you’re suddenly blurting out, “You can call me by my name.”

Your smile freezes on your face as you hurry to add, “Because you let me call you Zhongli.”

“Of course,” he says, ever elegant, ever capable at steering past the awkwardness in a conversation. “May I come in?”

#sera writes #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader

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nativeofsumeru · 2 years ago

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His Majesty PART 2(Zhongli x fem!reader)

A/N: Part 2 that was written of this small series so long ago. This triggered the "There's an 4096 character limit per block so that's just wonderful (I jest, I don't know what it means!) Enjoy!

(not proofread)

"Your Majesty," a guard walked over. The dragon gently removed his face from his wife's grasp and he faced the guard. "The Snezhnayan king would like to know when you will return." The dragon gave a low grumble. "Tell him I will spend at least the weekend resting with my wife before returning to the battlefield." The guard nodded, bowed and walked away. Milk's happy smile fell. The dragon returned his gaze to her. "Let us go inside, my jade." He motioned towards the door. She nodded and together they walked in. The servants bowed in the presence of their Protector, the dragon. He paid them no mind and strode to his bedroom. The space wasn't accommodating much for his normal form, rather for his more human one. He had a location to rest in his dragon form elsewhere in the palace. "It has been long, my love." "I can't handle being away from you for a whole month." "Hm. Unfortunately you might have to do so for a few depending on the course of the war." "How's it going on the front?" "The monsters are strong, but we are stronger. They won't come near Liyue at all. We are fortunate to be so far from the front." "The poor Snezhnayans..." "The king is holding his own and one weekend without my presence will not send his kingdom to shambles." Milk nodded. His Majesty removed his armor and battle clothing. It was unnecessary as he was always in his dragon form however it said it was for emergencies. Milk saw a new scar on his back that wasn't there when he had left. "Your Majesty, what happened?!" She asked worriedly and quickly got up to inspect the scar further. "Zhongli." "He did this to you?!" "No. I feel we have met a point in our marriage where you may call me by the name I was born with." "Dragon's are born with human names?" "Not necessarily. It is a nickname others of my kind gave me. And one that I would like you to call me. In private of course, there is no need for formalities." She nodded. "As for my wound, it has long since healed. An inexperienced trainee simply did not know how to wield his weapon properly." That answer didn't put her to rest. But the details about dragons intrigued her. As far as the people of Liyue were concerned there was only ever one dragon. "Your Maj-Zhongli?" "Yes?" He changed into a comfortable robe. "Can you tell me more about your kind and um, that nickname?" He sighed and gave a small sad smile. "Of course my jade. Let us go to the library." ~~ He pulled a large scroll off a shelf. He rolled it out onto the table before them. Milk was starstruck. The scroll has depictions of dragons and monsters. He began to tell the story. “Before humans ruled the land, it was ruled by dragons. Many dragons of different colors shapes and sizes soared through the sky and blessed the few humans with water, food, and safety. I barely remember what happened before I exited the bedrock where I was placed to incubate and hatch. I had brothers and sisters although I never grew close with any of them. The only thing I knew when I burst forth from the earth was my name, Rex Lapis. I made friends and roamed the land with them. When I was deemed old enough, I met my first human…He went by the name of Zhongli.” “Your nickname?” “I will explain my jade.” Milk nodded and continued to listen. “Zhongli was a young child and came from a poor family. His family would give me small offerings and treats and I would always play with their son. My parents teased me for being friends with a human child, although out of good fun. It was an endearing teasing. Unharmed, dragons can live on for a mile is. Not much longer and history would change itself forever. Humans began growing their populations and spreading thanks to the dragons’ help. They repaid us by slaughtering our brethren, collecting our blood, scales, organs, and bones to make jewelry, sell for profit, and grow in power. This is how the roots of the wealthy were formed.

We became scared and most of us fled. The majority of us met the same fate. The most wealthy family began an initiative to capture young dragons, some Would be used to breed and others would be sold as pets. They eventually bred the sentience out of the dragons and they became not much distinguishable from everyday lizards. Reptiles with no heart or soul. The poorer classes began to be treated like dogs and work animals for Those above them in social class. Zhongli’s family was growing desperate.” He paused before continuing. “Hey, you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” “No. The story must be told. His memory must be preserved.” Milk nodded and let him keep talking. “He wanted to speak with me, so we chose a secluded area in the words. We had a good talk and spent the time well. He was a young man at this point…I heard a suspicious shifting in the bushes unbeknownst to him. I began saying that I should go yet he continued to insist I stay. I finally just began to lift off from the ground, danger was near. It wasn’t until the ropes wrapped around me. H his family had emerged from hiding and were attempting to end my life…I looked into his eyes before his dying breath. I could tell he had not meant for this to happen. My escape was very lucky.

With the more deaths that continued, dragons found ways to hide their souls throughout different environments. Ganyu is one of the many dragons who hid their souls in fresh winter snowfall. Keqing is one whom sealed her soul in the Lightning Of thunderstorms. Yanfei, concealed herself in the burning passion that is the warming flame. Xingqiu you can think of whenever u encounter of body of rushing water. It wasn’t uncommon for dragons to nickname others based on humans they grew close to. These are many of the very few dragons live in I have encountered who's essence is still alive. The queen of monsters was another formidable foe. From what I’ve heard, her name was Celestia. I only encountered her the first time when I was awakened from my hiding underneath the bedrock.” Milk didn’t know what to say. What could she say? “Do not see sorry for my kind. The last thing we need is pity. They will come back in due time if they please, but they might not and we cannot hold anything against them. The human form you see before you is only possible through immense power and ancient magic. Although I may not be able to make myself seem fully human, this body is one similar to that of Zhongli.” Milk was stunned from all the information she had just heard. “W-wow. That’s a lot.” “Indeed.” He rolled up the scroll once more and placed it back on the shelf. “How come you’ve been protecting humans then?” “I do not hold ill will towards them simply because of the sins of their ancestors although many dragons would have disagreed with me. Many wealthy still hold their status due to those past actions of dragon hunting, however, that does not mean they are at fault for the many lives lost.” Milk came to a realization. Her family wealth was built upon the deaths of dragons. Zhongli noticed her distress and kneeled down to look her in the eyes. “My philosophy still holds true. You are not responsible for the actions of your ancestors.” She nodded. ~~ Over the course of that weekend she began to worry. Dragons were killable. Although her husband ensured her it was difficult it was still possible! And a simple trainee was able to cause a noticeable scar on his back. He had lived many years. Almost to a full millennia. What would the people of Liyue do without The Protector. They worshipped him! She remembered she was the answer to her question. She still didn’t want to tell him. It was early and she could always rid of it without him knowing. But she had to think about the people. She didn’t know what she wanted to do. “My jade.” She looked at her dragon standing majestically in the court yard. The moon’s light gave his scales a unique sheen. She walked over to him. “Zhongli.” “I do not know for how long I will be gone and for that I would like to bestow upon thee a gift before my departure tomorrow morning.” “Oh, what will that be?” The mighty dragon lowered his head closer to her height. “I would like to give you a chance to fly.” Milk was confused. “Fly? How would we do that?” He motioned towards his back. Milk backed away. “Oh no no no! I could never tarnish The Protector’s honor by riding him!” “Please my jade. We are married. You have special privileges that others do not. It is dark and no one will see us.” She reluctantly agreed and walked towards his back. He helped her up and she held on tightly to his golden mane after adjusting her clothing. She didn’t weigh anything at all to him. He gently lifted himself from the ground and they began to float. He flowed with the sky, the ride was smooth and Milk was in awe at the beauty below of the Liyue cities and streets. “This is what I see whenever I am patrolling my kingdom.” The view was magnificent. Many golden lights littered the ground and the faint bustle of people living could be heard. She laid on top of her husband and just absorbed the atmosphere and the aesthetic of the Scene st hand. She was happy.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli #zhongli x female reader #genshin impact au #genshin imagines #zhongli x reader au #genshin #rex lapis #genshin impact morax #morax #morax x reader #rex lapis x reader

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cherry-froggie · 2 years ago

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masterlist

series, single works, heacanons

series characters: childe, scaramouche/wanderer

— the forgotten puppet || scaramouche/wanderer x gn!reader (complete)

summary: Scaramouche's true nature as a puppet is discovered by Il Dottore and Sandrone, who then created their own, one capable of rivaling the power of a god, but you do not live up to their expectations. Scaramouche stays by your side, until one day he leaves and does not return, leaving you to wonder what happened.

chp. 1 | chp. 2 | chp.3 | chp. 4

— the masked warrior || childe x f!reader ; ao3

summary: Having to live by draining other people’s blood to pay your debt was already a burden to your heart, but you let your mask fall in front of the ones that were hungry to know your identity and take advantage of it. Even worse, it was one of the most distinguished Fatui Harbingers, the Snezhnayan organization you owed and killed to pay the debt. With him appearing on your balcony to offer a big deal, your world shifted radically.

chp. 1 | chp. 2 | chp. 3 | chp. 4

single works characters: ayato, kaeya, xiao

— lament || xiao x f!reader (angst)

summary: [Name] and Xiao become friends and eventually develop feelings for each other, but are hesitant to act on them. Xiao seeks counsel from a wise figure, Morax, who may not give the advice he expected.

— the captain's love || kaeya x gn!reader (fluff) (request)

summary: You received a note from Kaeya: "My love, I can't stop thinking about you. Can you come to my office? I need to see you." After your engagement, his affection for you had only grown. What could be different today?

— odyssey of a lonesome soul || kaeya x gn!reader (hurt/comfort) (request)

summary: As a child, you read stories of great adventurers and their loving families. As you grew older, you realized that your own family was not like these tales, and you set out on a journey to explore the world and escape your dreadful past. You ended up stranded in Teyvat, where you met diverse people who changed your perspective on life, including your friend and companion, Kaeya.

— eternal devotion || ayato x gn!reader (hurt/comfort) (request)

summary: Every year, since your disappearance, on your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan to remember you for a day. So, when you finally reunite, will you still remember each other?

— flour and fun ! || kaveh x gn!reader (fluff) (writing event)

summary: A short and sweet baking session with Kaveh.

headcanons characters: ayato, thoma, wanderer, zhongli, xiao

— don't be jealous~ || wanderer, zhongli, xiao

summary — Headcanons for various Genshin characters' reactions to jealousy, and the need for you to reassure them of your love.

— will you be my valentine today?~ || xiao, zhongli, ayato, thoma

summary — Headcanons for how some Genshin characters will spend the special day with their loved one

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dogloveri23 · 2 years ago

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3 months

pairing: Zhongli x reader x Childe (mostly Childe)

Warning: Zhongli rejected, breaking in, heartbreak, angst

A/n: It took me so long to write the part 2 for Not With You. All those who wanted you it, here it is, I appreciate you waiting!

UID:627473190

Originally written by @dogloveri23

Part 1

It had been three months since you last showed your face to Zhongli and the others at liyue harbour. Zhongli had been wondering where you had been, he tried his best to let you down slowly in a way that would not hurt you too much, but now you hadn't been around him in three months! Three months made him realize something crucial and now, he couldn't even tell you. The Snezhnayan scum, Childe hadn't been around much either. it was odd, you were never gone for too long from what he'd heard. Zhongli had finally decided to ask where you were from Katherine, She would at least know the whereabouts of the now Ar53 adventurer.

"Greetings Katherine, I would like to know the whereabouts of Y/n, they are an adventurer for the adventurers guild", Zhongli said. "Well, according to the logs, they just completed a commission in Liyue not too long ago and should be returning soon for their daily commission reward", Katherine said. "Thank you, I'm surprised they are still in Liyue, I haven't seen them in quite a while!", Zhongli said a bit shocked. "Well, they have been busy, they were in Inazuma not too long ago and are now just returning from Sumeru. They have been really busy recently, speak of the devil the both of them are back", Katherine said confusing Zhongli.

The both of them? Who was she talking about, Zhongli turned around to see you and Childe hand in hand. "When did this happen?", Zhongli asked himself as he watched you both laugh happily as something hung from your waist. It was a vision, when did you get that? It was an electro vision which was rare these days. Zhongli could feel the jealousy bubbling up. he hadn't seen you in a little while and this is the first thing he sees.

When you arrived at the guild, Childe noticed Zhongli while you were focused on your discussion. You looked happy and more confident than when he last saw you. The effect that Childe had on you was proving to be more positive than he thought. "I can't believe how dumb it was, like how do you drop something like that in the sea?" You said to Childe who was a little too slow with his response causing you to look at him. "Is something wrong?", you asked collecting your bonus from Katherine. You look beside you to spot Zhongli. Childe's grip on your arm tightened as he stared down Zhongli while you looked genuinely uninterested in what was going on.

"Oh, hello Zhongli, Childe and I were just leaving", you say as you dragged Childe with you, not ready for the potential conflict that would ensue. Childe had kept a grudge with Zhongli, ever since he saw you cry over him. Zhongli had the one thing he had desired at that time and still managed to mess up. You almost couldn't recover from what had happened. It took some time for Childe to get you to recover much less get you to date him and give him a chance. The last thing Childe wanted was for him to come in and mess up what Childe had with you.

"You can calm down now Childe, we're at the hotel. I don't think Zhongli is going to come in here", You say causing Childe to calm down and engulf you in a hug. It was quiet except for both of you breathing. Childe was soft in the moments, just the both of you, neither was an adventurer or a Harbinger. You were just two people in love with one another. The both of you took in each other's scent, happy that the other person was there.

Childe let go and walked to the couch to sit down. You followed him, both of you continuing to embrace each other in silence. You wished you could be like this forever. A bang on the door split the two of you apart, Childe rushing to take a defensive stance. "Boss! Apologies, but we need you at the bank, something has come up", A voice said from behind the door. "Sorry, my love it seems we have to cut this short. I'll make it up to you later", Childe said before pecking your lips before rushing out.

You sigh as you get up to prepare a meal for you both. You had put a pot on the unlit stove when you felt a presence behind you. You turn around quickly and are met with gold eyes at the corner of the room. You summon your weapon quickly ready to fight if need be.

"You've improved more than I thought", The figure said before leaving the dark corner to reveal Zhongli. "Zhongli, what are you doing here?", You asked lowering your weapon. "I could ask the same for you. Why are you with that Snezhnayan scum? You do not strike me as a gold digger. If you needed money, you could've asked me. I would have figured-" Zhongli said causing you to interrupt him annoyed. "I'm not a gold-digger, I love him and he loves me as well, It's not that deep Zhongli, people who love each other tend to be in romantic relationships," You say.

"Hmm, but why him, surely there are others you could date, more respectable individuals", Zhongli said. "Last I checked, I didn't criticize you when you gave heart eyes to Ningguang did I?", You say causing Zhongli to grow silent. "Stay out of my relationship Zhongli, I gave you a chance to love me and you cast me aside and now I have someone who does", You say. "You were only gone for three months and now you think you love him! It's absurd, I only realized what I felt for you a month ago and now I won't even get a chance!", he yells. "And whose fault is it?!" You asked causing Zhongli to go silent. "Exactly! I love someone else now! He loved me the whole time and now we're together Zhongli! Just let me be happy, please" You say ending in a small whisper letting a few tears slip through.

Zhongli let out a sigh before leaving you alone. The two of you didn't speak much after that day and yet, when you walked around the harbour in Childe's arms, Zhongli felt a pang in his chest. Three months were all it took for him to lose you.

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CHAPTER 7 - DAYBREAK

childe x reader, wc: 4.2k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: nsfw, violence, murder

Childe left the apartment as soon as he left your room. He had a whole barrage of things to complete now that he had finally arrived in Liyue. Signoria had told him two things in exchange for helping her track down Barbatos. One. To seek a man who went by ‘Zhongli’. The second was that a Sigil of Permission was being held by Yangshang Teahouse. Despite Childe’s overall intolerance for La Signoria’s entire being, she was useful when she needed to be, but only when there was something in it for her.

He had to check in at Northland bank first but it seemed that the owners of Yangshang were yet to pay their debt to the Fatui, a perfect opportunity to take the Sigil and begin replicating it in order to summon Osial and force Rex Lapis’s hand.

He had organised to meet the consultant tomorrow at Liuli Pavilion for lunch. But now it was time to make people pay their debts, the sooner he can get the Sigil the sooner he can prove himself. He makes his way up the winding balcony and red-lacquered stairs of Liyue Harbour to Northland Bank.

As he approached the guard, if he recalled correctly her name was Nadya, she had been under his division for a while now. She stood to attention and saluted.

“Welcome Lord Tartaglia, Nothing to report'' she said sharply in Snezhnayan, Childe had to admit hearing and speaking in his mother tongue was a small comfort one he missed.

“Thank you Nadya” He responded in Snezhnayan

He brushes past her and strides into the bank. The bank teller looks up sharpy, clearly not expecting anyone past the bank closing. Much like Nadya she immediately stands to attention, despite the standard grey Fatui mask covering her eyes she was quite clearly shocked.

“Lord Harbinger, Please forgive me I was not expecting your arrival. I am Ekaterina, the receptionist at Northland Bank. Please allow me to show me to your office” She said softly, hand on her chest, not a strand of hair out of place.

“No need to worry Ekaterina. Please” Ekaterina stands and heads up the staircase concealed by the desks at the front and leads him to the second level. She stops at a door above the entrance to the bank, giving him a full view of the interior.

“Your office Lord Harbinger”

“Thank you, dismissed” Without another word Ekaterina dismisses herself and leaves Childe to work. Childe was impressed that he couldn't hear her footsteps as she left, she would be useful later.

Childe walks into the office, it looked like his apartment, decorated in the standard Liyuan style. He beelines towards the desk, already covered in stacks of paperwork to look for what he needed. After a few minutes he finds the file on Yangshang Teahouse and their debts to Northland as well as their assets, just as Signoria told him the Sigil was in their possession, as for how they got it in the first place was anyone's guess.

Immediately making his way back downstairs he tracked down the Pyro Agent responsible for debt collections that night.

“You, Javert is it?” he signalled to the Agent “Come with me, were headed to Yangshang Teahouse for a debt collection”

The agent appeared hesitant “Sir, need you see to such a routine matter?” His voice was augmented by the mask he wore, a handy invention of Capitano.

“Relax, I have… other matters to attend to”

“If you command Lord Harbinger” He gave a short bow and waited for his next order

Without another word the two made their way to the infamous teahouse. Sneaking in the backdoor Childe heard the tail end of a conversation between the owner and a woman

“…We can make it far away with this” The owner said, pushing up his glasses and crossing his arms, he seemed too sure of himself for Childes liking, it would be satisfying taking him down a peg. He seated himself down in a chair in the shadows, agent standing behind him.

“But Master” the woman hesitated, the jewels of her expensive-looking hairpin swung with the movement of her head, her voice lowered to a whisper “What about the debt?”

Childe decided it was his time to interject he tapped a finger against his knee “Oh yes, I’ll be here to collect that” he said, his voice having a hint of amusement weaved in with the sinister tone

“What? Who's there!” the owner yelled, looking around furiously before spotting him sitting in the shadows.

The woman broke out into a panic “Guards! Protect the Master!” She ran behind a table, hands white-knuckling the edge. Two burly guards closed in behind the so-called master, wielding nothing but wooden bats. At first sight Childe could see that he would beat them with no effort, they were slow and uncoordinated. For a place so elusive they couldn’t even hire competent guards

“No matter what you owe, you cannot run from your debt. Is that not the Law of the God of Contracts in Liyue?” Childe rested a hand on his head and finally made eye contact with the owner. An indigent expression was painted across his face. He raised a shaking finger accusingly at Childe.

“F-Fatui! How dare you barge into a private residence!” He whipped his head “Guards! Show them how we treat unwanted guests at Yangshang Teahouse!”

Childe stood instinctively drawing his hydro blades holding them back handed.

“Hah, not much for adversaries” he said, his cool demeanour contrasting the heated situation. Childe instantly jumped in.

He slid behind the guards and hit one on the back of the neck, the sickening crunch of bone rang through the room. The guard fell to the floor with a loud thump, with his body unable to move his eyes darted to Childe. He moved onto the next, the guard swung his bat and Childe ducked under the blow. He aimed his blade so it laid flat and stabbed it into the man's rib cage directly into his beating heart. Childe lodged his other blade in the first guard's back, he took in one last shaking breath as the light in his eyes died.

Childe stalked up to the owner, new dual blades forming to replace the old ones.

“Now, time to pay your debts comrade”

“I-I have no money as of now but give me a few more weeks the debt and interest will be paid in full! Please!”

“It's been months of us knocking at your door, you say the same thing every time don't you?” He drew closer to the owner, blade pressed against his throat “Begging is rather unbecoming for a man of your status isn’t it?”

“If you don’t have the mora then give us material goods and then your debt would be considered cleared”

“I would rather die than give up my life's work to the likes of the Fatui!” he shouted, back pressed against the wall. Even with his life under threat he still believed himself to be invincible.

“Very well” without a second thought he banged the man's head forcefully against the wall knocking him unconscious. The woman still behind the table screamed. The Pyro Agent who had been standing in the corner moved to quickly cover her mouth. Childe turned towards her.

“I’m feeling merciful today, I’ll let you go. Tell a soul about what happened here and you’ll meet the same fate as your owner” He decided to not tell her that he didn't actually kill him yet. The woman nodded vigorously and Childe nodded to the agent. He unhanded her and stood back against the wall. The woman collapsed to the floor panting, clutching her chest.

“Now, tell me where your goods are and we’ll leave you be” The woman pointed to a painting that hung on the wall.

“B-Behind there, the key is on the owners neck” Childe crouched down and found a worn piece of string tied around his neck, a key tied to the end of it. With a harsh tug it snapped off. He carefully took the painting off the wall and opened the hidden compartment. Even his security wasn’t well thought out. He mused to himself.

Taking stock of what was in there he grabbed an ornate box and flicked it open. Inside was exactly what he was looking for. The golden sigil floated upright in his palm. The Pyro Agent stepped forward a little.

“I never would have thought that an ordinary person had a Sigil of Permission in their possession. Its been years since anyone has seen one of these” he said in awe

“Your job is debt collection, and yet you failed to check what treasures he might possess that you might collect?” Childe snarked back

“Apologies, a dereliction of my duties”

“Enough, lets go”

“Yes sir”

Childe and the agent stopped out the same way they came in. On the way back to the bank he gave one final order to the agent .

“Javert” The agent stood to attention “Return to the bank with another agent, clean up the mess there and possess any treasures you find, ensure that the woman doesn't say a word. I’ll handle the owner” With a way of his hand he dismissed him.

He immediately made his way back to Northland bank. On the way back he overheard two people talking, a snippet of their conversation caught his attention.

“...strange blond traveller, couldn't be older than seventeen and a small fairy. Apparently he’s causing quite the stir in Mondstadt. Something about single handedly fending off the city from a dragon”

"I heard he doesn't even have a Vison but he was still able to harness Anemo"

Childe decided to put a pin that for later, he had only just left Mondstadt. For someone to obtain such notoriety in a short amount of time, and for it to reach Liyue so quickly. It would be useful to know more.

Opening the heavy doors he saw Ekaterina still sitting at the desk he was surprised to see her hanging back so late.

“Ekaterina, what are you still doing here?” he asked jovially

“I had a feeling you would need me to be around Lord Harbinger”

“Rather insightful aren't you comrade? As a matter of fact I do have something I need you to do. Come with me to my office”

Childe and Ekaterina quickly go up the stairs and enter his office, after rifling through a few papers he finds the ones he's looking for. The ones detailing the fraud of Yangshang Teahouse’s owner. Pulling out another copy of the paper he hands them to Ekaterina.

“Give one to the printing press, ensure they have it printed by morning. Give the other one to the Millelith. It's vital that nobody knows it was the Fatui who leaked this information so please be discrete”

“Yes Sir”

“Perfect, Dismissed”

Without another word Ekaterina left the office. Childe pulled out the Sigil of Permission, the golden talisman emitting a soft golden glow. Now that he had finally gotten his hands on a real one the Fatui research division under him should make exponentially more progress. Enough to hopefully summon Osial before the Rite, his mission had a time limit after all.

Placing it back in its box went to find an underling to transport it safely to the facility, it would be far too suspicious for him to leave the city, as the old saying goes In Liyue even the walls have ears. After a few minutes of looking he found an inconspicuous ground soldier to get the package to the factory as fast as possible.

With his work done for the night he walked the short distance across the raised walkways to his apartment. He opened the door and walked inside, instinctively checking to see if anyone was there. He caught sight of a figure curled up on the couch, book open. Within an instant he drew the dagger that lay strapped to his thigh. He stalked further into the apartment.

“I thought we agreed not to kill me?” The voice rang out, you snapped your book shut and gave him a lazy smirk.

“Can’t be too cautious” he retorted, re-sheathing his dagger. “I thought you would be asleep by now”

You sighed and rested a hand on your chin “I couldn’t sleep, I don't know where you went off to and considering your supposed track record I couldn’t risk it” Childe sits down next to you, long legs perching on the table in front of the couch.

“Aw, so you care about me? It’s not like anyone I killed tonight had a chance against me anyways” He said nonchalantly. He didn't miss your eyebrows furrow for a second.

“Just doing my job Harbinger” you tucked a strand of hair behind you ear “You still haven’t told me where you went”

“Just some debt collection, nothing for you to worry about” He leaned back against the couch, and you leaned in over him a little, placing a hand on the couch behind him to support yourself. You looked suspiciously at him.

“I thought you said that was just a cover for what you were actually doing”

He titled his head up to meet your gaze “Ask the staff at Northland if you wish, If I was scheming I would be out far later wouldn’t I?”

“You’re a terrible liar you know that” you flicked his earring, he recoiled at that and gave you a sharp glare.

“People would say otherwise Y/N, but maybe my мама might be able to still tell ” He laughed, recalling his mothers smile, how her hugs seemed to fix everything.

“Мама?” You question, accent slightly butchering the foreign word.

“ Мама” he annunciates it better this time “ Mutter, Mother” he repeated in Mondstadtan and Common Tongue.

He sees something flicker in your eyes, what looks like sadness. It was gone when you looked at him again.

“You’re not going to tell me what you were actually doing were you?” You huff. Childe picks up a strand of your hair and plays with it, twisting it between his fingers admiring the way the yellow lamplight glows off of it.

“Like I said debt collection, they had something I needed”

“The Sigil of Permission?” you breathe

“Perhaps” he smirks, dropping the strand of hair “You would make a good spy you know”

“And I already told you I’m not. Maybe in another life, If I was born a man and given to The Knights, or maybe if I was born in Snezhnaya and been conscripted to the Fatui”

“You would be a useful tool to the Tsaritsa”

“What makes you think I would serve her?”

“Because you have ambition Y/N, don't let them rot at your feet”

“I think I just proved that I’m more than willing to do whatever I can to reach my goal Tartaglia” You draw closer to him, almost nose to nose. Your breath ghosted his face

“You said it yourself, you have further to go” his hand grasped your waist, the silk fabric of your nightdress bunching.

“I also recall saying I wanted my freedom, I don't want to serve any god, no matter how glorious you say they might be”

Childe had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying what he truly wanted to say. That he would bring the heavens down for the Tsaritsa. That her plan was to let man rule over Teyvat for themselves.

He leans into whisper in your ear “Don’t let another Fatuus hear you say that, you might get yourself killed” A hand moves up your thigh to skim the rapidly healing wound

“And I thought you agreed to protect me, don't want to break a contract under Morax’s watchful eye do you?” your voice was barely above a whisper, hand grasping onto his shoulder. He draws a gloved finger across your jawline.

“Goodnight Y/N”

With that he stands and heads to his room without a second thought, leaving you to fall back onto the couch.

✧

Liyue was much harder to navigate than Mondstadt, you thought to yourself as you strolled across the intersecting walkways flanked by well kept ponds. Green lily pads floated upon the clear water’s surface, so clear you could easily see the koi slowly swimming below.

Looking up the honestly ridiculous amount of stairs to see Bubu Pharmacy at the top. You began your ascent. The cold morning air got worse as you got higher. Finally cresting the top you made your way to the counter at the front of the pharmacy. You took a moment to take in the sheer luxury of the place, endless draws edged with gold and heavy green curtains pulled back. The strong smell of incense permeated the place.

Looking around for someone you wondered if the pharmacy was closed. That was when you heard a quiet monotone voice from behind the counter.

“How can I help you today” You whipped around and peered over the counter. There stood a small girl barely peeking over the edge. A large talisman was attached to the hat perched atop of her lilac hair. She looked up at you, there was no emotion in those large magenta eyes.

“I’m here about the apprenticeship to study under Dr. Baizhu”

“…One moment please. Qiqi will get Dr. Baizhu” The girl ambled off into one of the back rooms of the pharmacy. A moment later she returned with a tall man, a white snake wrapped around his neck.

“Thank you Qiqi” He said to the girl, she merely nodded and returned to the counter and pulled out a battered notebook. Baizhu turns to you, you could have sworn you saw the snake giving you a once-over.

“And you would be here for the apprenticeship?” He questioned, long green hair swaying with the moment of his head.

“Yes, I’m Y/N of Mondstadt, I was trained as a healer using my Hydro Vision. I’m very well versed in anything in the realm of physical trauma”

“Interesting” You started a bit as a feminine voice came from the snake. “What? Are you truly surprised I can talk? Teyvat has stranger things wandering around”

“M-my apologies, I was not expecting it” You let out a small laugh trying to ease the nervousness.

“Now, Changsheng” Baizhu scolded her in a light tone. “I’m interested to hear why you would be applying for this apprenticeship in Liyue”

“I believe I have a lot to learn from Liyuean healing techniques, especially herbalism and spiritualism. Monstadt focuses more on the physical aspects of the patient and tends to disregard the spiritual and emotional aspects of healing”

“How long have you been a healer?” Changsheng hisses

“Five years, I started my training when I was fourteen”

“And you were trained by The Church?”

“Not quite, I was born in Springvale, a small village in the woods. I was trained by some of The Sisters but I was never formally a part of The Church” You hoped they wouldn’t question the lie, wouldn’t press further into your past.

“A healer with a Hydro Vision could be very advantageous for us, they can heal physical wounds a lot faster than our current treatments” Changsheng said to Baizhu, cocking her head.

“A good point Changsheng” He looks to you “Come, show me your skills and then I’ll decide on this apprenticeship”

He leads you up the set of stairs around the back to a cosy infirmary, sunlight pouring in through the open windows, vases full of various plants were spotted around the room.

“First, how would you heal a cut?”

“I would first ask if the patient needed any milk of the poppy. I would clean the wound with water and then fire water. Appy my Hydro Vision to partially heal the wound by easing the inflammation and speeding up the process a bit. I would apply an appropriate herbal salve and then wrap the wound” You said, listing off the steps on your fingers.

He gives you a short nod and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Very well”

He walks up to a woman lying in bed. Instantly you notice a few small cuts on her arm, as if she had been caught in a particularly nasty thorn bush. Medical supplies already laid out on a small cart next to the bed.

“Miss Su Lin” Baizhu approached the patient, an elderly woman with grey hair, a few black strands remaining.

“I have a Healer from Mondstadt here, would you be alright if she attended to the cut on your arm”

Su Lin, looked at you standing a little behind Baizhu. You give her a smile. “Alright, so long as you stay with her”

You sat on the small stool next to her bed.

“Miss Su Lin, would it be alright if I looked at the cuts on your arm?” Su Lin raised her arm and placed it in your grasp, you gave them a look. You fell easily into the routine.

“How did you these may I ask?”

“Tried to feed the stray cat outside my house. She laughed, didn't appreciate me petting it.” You laughed a little at that

“Not at all by the looks of it, would you like any pain relief?” you ask

“I’ll be alright” she replied

With that you get to work cleaning the wound, satisfied you removed your gloves and dipped your hands in the steaming bowl of water and herbs on the cart to clean your hands.

“I don’t have enough power or skill to fully heal the wound using my Vision alone, but I can partially heal it” You explain to her. She gives you a nod, the go ahead.

You pressed your fingers on Su Lin’s skin and drew power from your vision. A faint glow comes from your hands, you see the redness going down and the wound gets smaller before your eyes. You removed your hands the moment you felt dizzy and took a deep breath in. Taking a second you don your leather gloves again and finish taking care of the wound.

Su Lin gives Baizhu a look and thanks you. You stand and clasp your hands in front of you.

“Please give us a moment” Baizhu guestres towards the door, you politely step out and close the door behind you. Muffled voices came from behind the dark wood. You pressed your ear to the door

“She has potential, but she needs more training with tapping into her elemental mastery” a voice that sounded like Changsheng said

“I concur, out of everyone that has trialed here she had done the best '' Su Lin said, you frowned. Was Su Lin a test patient? How did she get the cuts on her arms then?

“Although it seems she's not very well versed on Liyean customs and manners, perhaps it would benefit to teach her those” Su Lin continued

There was silence for a moment

“I believe the Mondstadt training was a good foundation but she really could learn from Liyuean technique” another pause “And it saves me from having to teach the basics” Baizhu hummed

“Then it's agreed” Changsheng hissed

“Very well”

You stood back from the door the moment you heard him approach.

“Y/N, I would be delighted to take you on as my apprentice here at Bubu Pharmacy”

You stepped back a little in shock, you hadn’t expected to actually get the apprenticeship. You bought a hand to your chest “T-Thank you Dr. Baizhu” you breathed out

“Return here tomorrow morning, we will discuss your contract and pay then. Until then have a lovely day”

“You too Dr. Baizhu” you look at the snake draped around his neck, tongue flicking out “And you Changsheng” You give her a nod. With that you leave Bubu Pharmacy and make your way down the stairs. There were significantly more people gathered around the store compared to when you got there, this time Qiqi was standing on a small step ladder so she was able to see over the counter.

You felt elated, luck was in your favour it seemed, now you just had to work with the Harbinger until he finished his mission. On your way down the stairs you heard people muttering about something called ‘The Rite of Descension’ wondering what predictions Rex Lapis would bring this year. You made a mental note to question Childe about that later. You had a lot to learn about Liyue it seemed.

The copy of ‘Teyvat Travel Guide II’ laid abandoned on the bookshelf after your conversation with Childe last night. You still couldn’t grasp how he joked about murdering a man so easily. Being around him was certainly interesting to say the least. The way he so casually touched you, the way he let you tease him. You didn’t know what you felt about him.

You tilted your face up to the sun, feeling its warmth in the height of summer. You decided to enjoy the rest of your day and deal with Childe and his scheming later. For now you had a new city to learn.

You wandered around the streets, enjoying the pure liveliness of the atmosphere. Even with the Milleleth stationed around you felt at ease, your every move wasn't being watched. A sense of paranoia still clung to you, every few minutes you would instinctively look around as subtly as you could.

Out of the corner of your eye you could have sworn you saw a flash of silver, you turned towards the alleyway and saw nothing. You dismissed it as nothing and continued on your way, content to blend in with the crowd of Liyue Harbour.

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