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idk that was kinda messed up lmao rip saja bois

(also sorry if this has already been done i haven't checked the tags)

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Zoey and Mira embracing the patterns look~ ✨✨✨

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I am so sure that zhongli get embarrassed every time he sees his statue or he feels nostalgic😭

BUT DAMN I LOVE HIS STATUE I MEAN LOOK AT IT😭😭

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he has one and only 24k gold ruribewbew

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YOU are a gacha character, and Zhongli is a gacha player who mains you.

Zhongli had been interested in you ever since learning tidbits about your lore scattered throughout the virtual world that has immersed him so. Being a lore player, reading every text and interaction comes second nature to him. So he gathered every bit of information on you he could find, and eagerly held onto the hope that you would be playable.

Months passed, new areas were added, and he collected more crumbs on you—and finally, leakers suggested you had a playable model. Ah, his patience has been rewarded! He diligently set about collecting enough wishes for you, and even prefarmed some materials you seemed likely to use.

When you were finally drip-marketed, your design was perfect. Just what he’d been waiting for. Your banner could not come any sooner…but Zhongli was a patient man. He waited calmly until the day the patch update dropped and then went to town with his saved wishes.

Ten-pull after ten-pull after excruciating ten-pull, and you were at C4R1. Two more constellations until you were maxed out, but Zhongli’s primogem reservoir…was drained dry. Well, he had spent some pulls on your supports, too.

Ah, well. Hu Tao probably didn’t mind when he swiped her card and put it down as a business expense.

Zhongli was your #1 main, literally—on Akasha he had the top build for you, and on the mains subreddit everyone turned to him for advice on how to play you. Figures, considering all the artifact grinding he’d done to make sure you had nothing but immaculate, god-tier substats without a single roll wasted. Boundless patience pays off, after all.

Ah, but he wasn’t just a meta player: he maxed out your companionship points within a day and listened to all your voice lines keenly, smiling at your sweet ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ messages. Your lines about other characters were silly and endearing, too. 

Zhongli prepared a nice, cushy place for you in his teapot, too! Complete with the prettiest flower arrangements, crystalflies and even limited furniture from buying the premium Battle Pass. A castle and its enchanted garden with a flower swing in the center! There were also unique floating tricks he employed to make some of the lanterns float. 

Every time he logged in, he made it a point to visit you in his teapot creation to greet you. You definitely loved his arrangement, right?

No matter what, though, he avoided social media like the plague. The game’s fandom could be…passionately vocal at times. He knew he’d find the worst opinions on you ever, and he was a self-care king. Never engaged in any discourse. Quietly enjoyed playing with you, deaf to anything other players might say about it.

And today, he’s the proud owner of official shiki, figurines, keychains, and plushies of you. It bleeds into every aspect of his daily life; when he reads a book, he uses the metallic bookmark of you he got from a museum collab. For work, he uses your official themed keyboard. To bed, he wears your official fluffy jammies!

[A little known fact about him: he is a bit of a yumeshipper. He’s commissioned tons of art of you and him, nothing too crazy. Maybe even written a self insert fanfic here and there, but honestly, his writing is fine literature. He ought to change the names and publish his work as an actual book.]

Life is great. Maining you is fantastic. The cherry on top is the con coming up next weekend where he gets to meet your VA! (Surely Hu Tao won’t mind if he puts down the signed merch as another business expense if he forgets to bring enough of his own cash. It’s for the greater good, after all.)

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me and the bad bitch i pulled by being undiagnosed

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redrew some old levi doodles hehe

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Flowers for Them (Belphegor)

Continuation of a request where MC returns the favor for the characters giving them roses. Kind of a sequel series for the Roses for You series (links here)

Belphegor x gn!MC

Word Count: 1k

Pink Jasmine

You were awaiting Belphie’s return from school. While you typically would have walked home together, Belphegor had been given detention – forced to sit through an extra class after school while some member of a rotating cast of professors gave an additional lecture that Belphegor would inevitably sleep through. Once again – and one time too many – he had failed to do one of his assignments for class. Unfortunately, this time, it was an accident. He had genuinely forgotten about his Hexes and Curses assignment after his nap with you; it was just such a good nap – he even dreamed about you! When he awoke, everything felt so blissful that he couldn’t fathom having anymore work to do.

He would have accepted the punishment with minimal complaint if he had skipped the assignment on purpose, but the poor demon was hoping for leniency for such an insignificant mistake. The assignment only would have taken him 20 minutes to do, too. He would have just done it if he had remembered. But he didn’t, and now he was left pissed off and pouty and ready to snap at any creature who irritated him in the slightest.

Somehow, all the way from the House of Lamentation, you could sense Belphie’s annoyance – which you knew was really just masking his disappointment at not getting to walk you home on the first day of the rainy season. It was going to be perfect: sharing an umbrella, taking a shower and drying off together, then curling up in the attic for a nap while the rain pounded on the ceiling. The rain had come, but you walked home alone, showered by yourself, and were left quietly waiting on Belphegor.

He may not have gotten the perfect start to the rainy season with you, but you were determined to do something nice for Belphie and cheer him up.

The bedding in the attic was cleaned and in the dryer by the time Belphie shuffled into the house, shoes muddy and hair wet – damn near all of him was damp. He had forgone the umbrella out of spite for his situation and moped his way home.

Belphie wouldn’t admit it, but the sight of your face, rushing down the stairs to greet him, nearly made him cry. Why he felt so emotional today was unclear, but he knew he needed you more than usual.

“Welcome back.” You smiled at him, and took his hand, waiting for him to slip out of his muddy shoes so he could follow you into the shower.

Although you had already washed up, a second time wouldn’t hurt – especially if it meant you could pamper Belphie. You grabbed his clothes, which you had folded prior to his arrival, and ushered him into the bathroom. Glancing around to ensure that no one would see, you snuck into the bathroom with him.

The water warmed Belphegor’s rain-cooled skin, and your touch made his face burn. The white noise of the shower and the rain on the windowpane hushed the negative thoughts in his head until all he could think about was you and him – naked – together. As you rinsed his hair, he made your task more difficult by leaning his head against your shoulder, conditioner and water dripping down onto your shoulder with a strange softness.

“Belphie? What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed into the crook of your neck.

“That’s okay.” You brought your hand up to massage his half-rinsed scalp, and he let the water run down his back for a minute.

“Thank you.” The words fell from his lips like they were the only ones that filled his mind. This was the mind-numbing peace he needed, and it was all because of you.

Miraculously, you and Belphegor managed to escape into the attic with the bedding without running into any of his brothers. This time, it was Belphie who took your hand and led you upstairs. He had the patience to help you put the fresh sheets on before he grabbed you, collapsed onto the bed, and pulled you on top of him, loving every bit of your weight pressing him deeper into the mattress.

“Belphie,” you mumbled against his shirt, feeling his arms tight around you. It came out like a partial complaint – not because you objected the position, but because you still had one more thing you wanted to do for him.

You struggled to push yourself up until you were straddling Belphie with your hands on either side of him. A blush and a pout painted his face simultaneously, and you held back the urge to kiss him over and over again until the pout disappeared.

“Close your eyes,” you whispered.

In anticipation of a kiss, Belphie shut his eyes without protest. But your lips didn’t come. Instead, a familiar scent filled the room – not quite like the neediness-inducing scent of hell jasmine, but something incredibly similar – almost more human.

Finally, your lips met his in a soft, seductive kiss. As you pulled away, you praised him, “good boy.”

Belphie opened his eyes to the bed floating among a sea of pink jasmine that spanned the entire attic. He recognized the flower on sight, and all his knowledge on the human world flower filtered back into his mind. His cheeks flushed.

“Hey,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like a whimper, “are you trying to turn me on? I’ve heard that jasmine is used as an aphrodisiac. Was that your plan – to make me want you?”

You chuckled, “not entirely. Jasmine can be used as a sedative and sleep aid – not just an aphrodisiac.”

“But pink jasmine symbolizes seduction, sensuality, desire, and enchantment,” Belphegor interrupted.

“How do you know that?” His knowledge flustered you slightly.

“I peeked at your studies. Now, I’ll ask again,” Belphie softened his tone and stared up at you with wanting eyes, “are you trying to seduce me?”

“What if I am?”

Belphegor moved quicker than usual to flip you on your back so that he was staring down at you. “It’s working.”

Belphie kissed you slowly, lazily tasting you. The sweetest content noises left his mouth; kissing you was such a turn on that he was already aching for you.

Rain pounded on the roof of the House of Lamentation, and you could only hope it was enough to drown out the noises of you and Belphegor in the attic, loving the hours away amidst the smell of pink jasmine.

Lucifer | Mammon | Leviathan | Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | the others

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Imagine being a sweet, fluffy little creature. Something friendly, adorable; a bunny perhaps. Wayward and free and no concerns save for where your next head of lettuce will come from. You hop and hop and hop and find yourself barreling straight onto a well-polished, crease-free shoe.

When you look up, you meet two warm pools of amber, crinkling at the corners as the tall human gazes down at you with all the kindness of a sun kissing a flower field.

Before you can shimmy off his footwear and carry on your merry way, you are scooped up and brought to face level with him. You wiggle, because air jail is not very fun, but quiet down when you see the man's gentle smile.

"Hello, little one," he murmurs, and you think his voice sounds like if you had gone digging and found a fresh trove of bananas and squeaky toys. "Where did you come from?"

You blink; your nose twitches. You don't respond, mainly because you are a bunny and therefore cannot speak. So you stare at him, taking in his handsome features. His face looks like it could use a few nibbles.

Naturally, he takes you home, because you'd said not a word of protest. It's a comfy place, full of high-end vases and trinkets and tea caddies you will enjoy pushing off their mahogany tables when you have the chance. The fancy drapery ought to be chewed as well. It smells like osmanthus flowers here. You're hungry.

The man slips his gloves off, revealing smooth hands carrying a faint gilded undertone, like he's something far greater than what he appears to be. He gives you what he calls a 'bath,' in a tub full of water carrying a faint eucalyptus scent. He scrubs you thoroughly and you love the way he scritches your ears just right. All the dirt from rolling around all day goes down the drain, literally, but you don't mind it much. You smell like soap and you like soap. (It's not edible, unfortunately: you tried nibbling it when he wasn't looking and had to spit it out.)

After the bath he dries you off with a soft and fluffy towel, almost as fluffy as you are. He's very tender in his actions, never rough. He hums softly as he gets you nice and dry. You flop your ears in tune to his humming; he chuckles lightly and boops your nose.

You hop onto his bed, hoping to stain the fine velvet sheets with some puke, but he scoops you up again and plops you on his lap as he settles among the cushions. "Tired?" he asks you, caressing your soft head.

Your nose twitches and you curl up. You don't want to puke on him.

The man takes that as invitation to tell you a story, words flowing seamlessly into each other. You don't understand a thing, but he's petting you and it's nice. He's rubbing under your chin and that is wonderful. Every time his hand ceases its ministrations you paw at him and he resumes his affections without complaint, without pausing his narration.

Your eyes close in bliss as you snuggle into him for more warmth. The tea caddies can wait until tomorrow to be pushed; the tablecloths can be chewed another time.

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Being honest, I feel completely unworthy of messaging such an esteemed writer as yourself, but hear me out

imagine, imagine reader from liyue, with very religious parents, like, full on worshipping rex lapis (offerings and crazy devotion level) , and then reader somehow got acquainted with our favourite dragon man ( I think that's all)

like, it's been living rent free in my mind

Have a great day 🤗

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

Oh pls don’t feel that way :] I’m not all that!! And wowie I can relate to super religious parents so here we go~

Growing up, Rex Lapis has been the centre of your world. It's been drilled into your mind that he is the sun that shines upon Liyue, the supreme being responsible for all the comforts of life you enjoy. The Mora you spend on the things you like, the rich soil that grows your favorite tea leaves, and even the structure of the residential buildings, meticulously designed by the Geo Lord himself. As such, for his millennia of toiling to bring Liyue to the pinnacle of flourishment, it is only natural that your parents would express their undying gratitude somehow.

So every weekend you're whisked off to the local temple (that people hardly visit after the death of the god) to pray that the coming week, too, shall be prosperous and joyful. A plate of silk flowers and some sweets for the deity, without fail. The priests even know you by name.

You also have clay models of the god in both human and dragon forms at home, and on special days you all make sure to pray nice and hard (though, honestly, your devotion only truly jumps out when you have an exam or an important date coming up).

The usual curses are banned at home--whenever you uttered a 'Goddamn it,' in annoyance at something, you would be met with a gasp.

"Do not use Rex Lapis' name in vain!" they would chide.

"I never specified which god I was damning," you would retort. "Maybe I was talking about the Raiden Shogun!"

Normally, such levels of devotion might be seen as exhausting. But one look at the various myths and texts surrounding Deus Auri and one thing becomes apparent--the god was a dashing man. Elegance and poise incarnate. That, alone, makes the fanaticism worth it. You suppose that even if he weren't a divine being, you would still find some way to worship him regardless.

At your parents' behest, you make sure to keep a small idol in Rex's likeness on your desk at your new job. Being a funeral parlor assistant requires a strong mind and a stronger heart, something only the rock-solid Geo Lord might be able to provide you with.

It's similar to how the Statues of the Seven portray him, that signature hood obscuring half his face. Tentatively, you reach out, hoping to siphon some strength for your first day at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Then a tall figure steps in and, startled, you nearly knock the idol off your desk. "Wah!"

"Oh, forgive me. I did not mean to make you jolt." It's the funeral parlor consultant, gentle of disposition and handsome, amber eyes gazing into yours with a kindness that makes you feel a little tingly.

"It...it's okay." With trembling hands, you pick the idol up, examining it carefully. "Oh, good, it's unharmed." You heave a sigh of relief, cradling it to you for a moment before placing it back on the desk.

"A devout believer, I assume?" the man asks, his tone thankfully devoid of that edge of teasing or judgment other people generally seem to adopt. Refreshing.

"I guess you can say that," you answer, a shade sheepish. "He did do so much for us, after all."

A low, deep chuckle that turns your insides into goo. "Though he has passed, he will remain in our hearts forever." Ah, this fellow must also be religious. You wonder if he, too, goes to the temple on full moon days and if you might see him around. "Please, call me Zhongli. I trust you are settling in well?"

You introduce yourself, exchange pleasantries, and shake hands with him, and feel an electric warmth course through your being.

What on earth...?

You feel yourself start to grow a little hot, like you're basking in the presence of shining, molten gold...the grandeur of divinity wrapped delicately in a cocoon of innocuous humanity...

Oh, it must be because the fan isn't on. No wonder.

You laugh quietly, switch the fan on, pat Zhongli on the back and wish him a good day, and settle down to start your work for the week.

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Hii I dont know if you take silly zhongli fic requests, and if you could fit it into your schedule, would you mind writing something? Basically, an older cousin of mine is pregnant right now (yipiie) and she's like 6 months along and cravings hit HARD. like she was legit crying about the lobster not arriving fast enough as she could smell the aroma of it wafting from the kitchen lmao. So as a zhongli adorer, I was wondering about a small zhongli x reader pregnancy little shenanigans, with reader having cravings. Its a little silly but I ve been hit with baby fever now and I love the way you write zhongli so I shot my shot haha. Have a wonderful day either way ♡

Oh my goshhh!! So cute!! Congratulations to your cousin and family, the baby will for sure be so loved and cared for :) here you go! Pregnancy shenanigans with soon-to-be papa Li~

Zhongli would absolutely be attuned to every little tick of yours; he’s the most observant being out there after all. The slightest mar of your brow? The softest of sighs? He’ll immediately come to ask you what’s bothering you and what he can do to make you feel better.

Craving noodles? He’ll get right to cooking exactly what you want, down to the spice levels and choice of veggies.

If you change your mind just as it’s being served and say you want it a little less spicy and without the tofu he added? Not to worry, he’ll prepare it just the way you asked for without hesitation. Perks of a man with boundless patience! (And if the ingredients aren’t at home, he’ll go out and purchase them so you can be happy.)

Even if you cry or stomp your feet in frustration when the food takes long, Zhongli would never tease you for it. Pregnancies are hard! He’ll offer you a taste of the broth in the meantime while the main dish simmers. Slow and steady ensures you get the best outcome after all ~

And hey, the dragon blood in his veins probably connects him to you on a much deeper level than anyone else, so when he’s at work and suddenly gets the feeling you’re dying for something sweet—you got it! He’ll purchase a box of your favourite sweets to surprise you with when he gets home! Seeing your look of disbelief melt into sheer happiness at getting what you’d been secretly coveting is priceless.

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Young Satan in his early years in the Devildom, holed up in his room to get away from his annoying brothers. Reading book after book after book.

He mispronounced so many words. He couldn't help it - avoiding his brothers meant he only saw the words on a page and never heard it out loud.

He tried so hard. Beelzebub was patient when Satan asked for a mug from the "cup board" (cupboard). Belphegor didn't care when Satan complained of feeling "fattigooed" (fatigued). Lucifer even gave him a new novel when Satan mentioned being interested in "sleeooth" stories, and gently corrected him with a subtle "then you might enjoy reading this sleuth series."

It took Satan calling Mammon a "man-eeack" (maniac) and the elder of the two cracking up at the younger's pronunciation for Satan to fly off the handle, destroy half the house, and lock himself up in his room for a week once more.

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THIS JUST IN: Raphael has officially been elected to be the next Pope. Rejoice!

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Happy bday Asmo!!!:33 <333

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mini side trio would fix my life