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[ayra2452008]

The scientist shivered against the cold breeze of the air-conditioned laboratory, their white coat was barely enough to keep the hairs on their arms from standing on end.

Just a few more hours and then they could sleep. That’s all they had to keep telling themselves.

Keys jingling in the doorway spooked them out of their stupor, shooting to their feet and away from their work. At the entrance stood Villain, backlit by the bright hallway lights streaming behind them and into the lab.

Scientist could feel the sweat beading on their forehead when a moment ago they were fighting the frigid air. Villain’s presence always seemed to have that effect on them.

“You can leave now, you know? You don’t have to stay here.”

I won’t keep you here. Is what they truly meant, but phrasing it like the scientist had a say in the matter made them feel a little bit better.

Both of their gazes fell to the chain that had recently come off the scientist’s ankle. When the villain had first kidnapped them two months ago, they weren’t even allowed to leave their chair. Now, however, the villain was practically inviting them to leave.

“T-That, um, new poison you wanted? It’s almost done, I just need a few more hours tonight—”

“I won’t kill you.” The villain raised an eyebrow, gaze piercing through the researcher in front of them, picking them apart piece by piece, layer by layer. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

Scientist swallowed, it was loud enough that their gulp could be heard bouncing off the thin walls of their workshop. “I-I thought you wanted this poison done by tomorrow for your big fight with Hero.”

The criminal took a step towards the other, dragging a finger down the edge of their work table as they did. “That poison was just a thought—a rough draft. It’s not even supposed to exist, it shouldn’t even be possible.”

They were standing almost nose-to-nose now, the scientist could feel the villain’s minty breath ghosting the bow of their bottom lip, which they bit down on to try and stop it from shuddering. Something about the villain’s eyes stole the breath from their lungs, something about their tactile fingers always seemed to catch their wandering attention.

Something about the villain was in itself completely mesmerizing.

“Go home, Scientist. You have people waiting for you, you have a family, friends, even the police still scour the city for a clue to your whereabouts.”

Wrong, the villain was terribly wrong. They had no one to go back to, no home, no spouse, no kids, no friends, no coworkers. And the police had ended their search three weeks ago, they had seen the delcaration on the news headline.

Scientist didn’t exist anymore. They didn’t exist anywhere outside of this very lab.

Villain cupped the researcher’s hands in their own, taking them gently and holding them firmly. “Go home.”

If their stomach wasn’t exploding with butterflies, Scientist probably would’ve bolted for the exit the second the chain had come off. Instead, they were frozen to the spot, lost in the eyes of the city’s top criminal, and silently begging to never have to leave their side. As their colleague or as their partner in crime, Scientist simply craved the attention, the praise, that came effortlessly from the villain’s mouth at the sight of the scientist’s work.

They had worked many jobs throughout their various degrees, yet nobody flattered the scientist like Villain did.

Truthfully, it was intoxicating. Scientist never wanted it to stop—even if it meant working for the ‘bad guys’.

“Just let m-me finish this for you— please.”

“I don’t want a peace offering, I’m already setting you free. No strings attached.” The criminal shrugged, letting go of the researcher’s hands and pushing their own into their pockets.

Scientist was crudely greeted by the cold air on their skin once more, but they did their best not to show their disappointment. “I-It’s not that—”

“Then what is it? Because I can’t have you stay here any longer without a proper excuse.”

The scientist always hated when people got stern with them, still they managed to mask their wince of fear and carry on, the words sticking to their throat. They had reasoning, but it was still up to the villain to decide if they would accept it or not.

One deep breath and two seconds of solid eye contact and the researcher felt like they were going to pass out from the stress. Their whole body was drenched in sweat, maybe the villain could kill them to save them from this embarrassment. On the other hand, maybe the villain would say yes.

“Villain.” Another deep breath. “I want to work with you.”

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WOULD THEY BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU ?

simply to put it, he wouldn’t. it doesn’t mean he loves you any less. no, he’s reminded of how much he loves you when your making love to each other, or when he gives you a light peck on your cheek in passing and he sees the blush rise on your cheeks. he loves you so much, his heart couldn’t handle it. but he’s a good man. he wouldn’t burn the world down for you. he has a right moral compass and though he may be mm madly in love with you, he’d let you go for the greater good, tears streaming down his face as he holds the knife that would end your life, and admittedly, save everyone and still, he cries because he knows it’s the right thing yet he so desperately does not want to do it. he knows any other option would result in the death of innocents and he knows his hero heart couldn’t take it. and so, he lets you go…

IZUKU MIDORIYA, aizawa shota, KATSUKI BAKUGOU, zhongli, xiao, AYATO KAMISATO, wriothisoley, NEUVILLETTE, thoma, ITADORI YUJI, NANAMI KENTO, ino takuma, HIROMI HIGURUMA + your faves . . . ?

there the opposite. he would burn the down for you. regardless of the consequences, he can’t live without you and he knows that. he loves you too much to let you go. and he knows that when he sees you beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure of it all and your telling him you love him too. he wants you near him forever, he needs you near him. so he’d watch the world burn, hand in hand with you and he wouldn’t care because he has you by his side. his entire world and so what if everyone burned? you were okay. and that’s all that mattered. and he’d kiss you again and you remind of that again with your face in his hands and he swears he wouldn’t ever let a single thing harm you. it’s his own twisted love, and he knows it’s beyond wrong, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

SHOTO TODOROKI, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, al haitham, DILUC, kaeya, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, toji fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, choso kamo, RYOMEN SUKUNA + your faves . . . ?

© VNUSOKI do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work.

[ayra2452008]

[ayra2452008]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

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[ayra2452008]

i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

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zhongli regressor hc for anon! 🌷i had a lot of fun making this :00 image id in alt!

ⓘ dni : nsfw / 18+, gore, proship, pro-ed/sh, non-child-safe things, ddlg (etc.).

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you avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the man who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since childe requested you to sit on the couch and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after doing some work.

all that can be heard in the office is the pounding of your heart and his steady breathing. as much as you treasure this moment, you can't ignore the rising uneasiness in your mind.

"they will kick your ass if they find out that their favorite harbinger is slacking off."

you break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which alleviates his fatigue.

"shouldn't you be worried about your position?"

childe opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again, purposely ignoring your piercing glare. "i'm actually quite comfortable in this position, thank you."

with that, he has the nerve to turn his head to face your stomach. he thinks your thighs make for heavenly cushions, and he's very, very sleepy. did you wear the perfume he bought you months ago from his trip to liyue? the fragrance suits you so nicely, he sighs.

"be serious, ajax," you pinch his cheek, eliciting a groan from him. "they will kick me too if they realize i'm being a distraction."

"no one's kicking my wife," he answers firmly, voice a little muffled. "they wouldn't dare. and i'm not their favorite harbinger."

you scoff. obviously. you know they wouldn't hurt you, but it's still entertaining to tease him.

"well, you're certainly my favorite."

when you say it, you're able to sense a surge of pride washing over him. with a quiet i know, he holds your waist more tightly.

"now shut up, darling. i'm trying to get a good nap here."

you shrug and decide to carry on with your reading session, letting him do anything he wants for the time being.

that is, before you whisper, "perhaps the second after arlecchino, though...."

the way his eyes snap open instantly in surprise is hilarious.

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poem ~ those which rise from the sea

Stories lived to paint a picture of Rex Lapis’ legacy:

The trials and tribulations leading to his eventual supremacy.

Every facet of himself was constructed of shards

From imaginative old ladies or wayward bards.

It is oft tough to separate fantasy from the true,

Yet many of his endeavours were not untrue.

One tale in particular rests comfortably in time,

Dear traveller, stop and listen to this rhyme:

The curtain rises on the Liyue of yore,

A land caught in torrid waves of war.

Morax, the accepted deity of the nation,

Purged god and monster to safeguard this foundation.

Until one day, crawling from the sea,

Came the slimiest little creatures one ever did see.

With slippery limbs, and a pungent stench,

These small monsters made many a fist clench.

Rex contrived to destroy them at his people’s behest,

But the eradication proved no small request.

The vile creatures laughed in the face of his wrath,

As no spear or rain of stone could blockade their path.

Yet the god could not falter; his word was his bond,

A broken contract was to be considered conned.

So with rock-solid resolve and will renewed,

A new plan was to be construed.

Households grew restless and could take it no more,

Until they were stopped by a knock at the door.

There stood mighty Morax, the warrior god,

Who’d discarded his spear for a small stone pod.

Caging the pesky maggots proved no easy task,

For t’was in inconspicuousness they deigned to bask.

If Rex rushed towards one in a shadowy cove,

He’d find it gone, only to reappear under the stove.

He scouted them out in every nook and cranny

Even finding one nestled in the hair of a granny.

Yes, they were so small that one had to look

Everywhere – even between the pages of a book.

Our beloved archon recalls, albeit not so fondly,

How one of the beings seemed to move so oddly.

A wriggly thing, in black ink draped:

Once captured, twice escaped.

The slime it left in its drunk-like amble

Made people cower back in a frenzied scramble.

It took enticing it with sugared food

To duly imprison it for good.

And speak not a word of that deplorable smell,

Left behind them like remnants of Hell.

T’was only after days of feverish cleaning

Until the foul reek no longer sneered, demeaning.

Carefully, diligently, he trapped the squirming beasts,

Until not a single one remained in the houses or streets.

T’was a burden lifted, a tension eased:

Those azure-risen menaces their havoc-making ceased.

Thus, with Liyue’s slithery crisis averted,

An era of peace the Geo Lord asserted.

The land then gained a newfound reverence for Morax –

The unshakeable, immovable God of Contracts.

The curtain may have fallen on this event,

But Rex Lapis still harbours feelings of resent.

Shorn of his taste for the marine-born things,

Even centuries later, the memory yet stings.

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I wonder how Rex lapis would react to the information of another of his kind[a female] still being around and right under his nose the entire time tho in disguise aswell,the only reason he didn't detect them for so long is because she's really good and smart at hiding her identity so good her own kind could be fooled

Zhongli is inclined to believe it, no matter how unlikely it may seem, because hey - he's been in Teyvat for thousands of years and the world still doesn't cease to surprise him.

He sees her for real one lonely night, tail in view as she grooms it, and it looks much like his own dragon tail. How curious! Her scent is very mild, so inconspicuous that he can't pick it up unless he closes his eyes and really concentrates. No wonder...

He'd leave her be, but can't help but imagine her in her adeptal form perched upon a fluffy cloud, and him dancing in the skies for her attention and favour. Call it uncharacteristic of him to be thinking of such a thing, but it was just a fleeting thought.

That night, though, he dreams of fluffy clouds and an audience of one.

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What if we gave Zhongli plushie versions of himself, the yaksha and the adepti?

Firstly, he'd kiss the ever-loving heck out of you because what a cute gesture! Secondly, tea parties galore!! Imagine him putting a chonky Azhdaha plush and himself at the table and having tea. He'd take the opportunity to tell you stories from when Azhdaha was his companion!

He’d arrange the plushies of himself, Guizhong, and Cloud Retainer around a table and have himself a little plushie gathering, explaining to you in detail the kind of inventions they used to show him for judging! He's great at reenacting things from his past, and it helps paint you a clearer picture about your own husband as well.

Zhongli would also talk to the plushies every now and then :) when passing by his shelf he might accidentally knock one of them over and go, "Oh, forgive me, Indarias," and set her right again! He'd show Xiao the plushie of him - the poor yaksha would be flustered, seeing his god cuddle it with a soft smile on his face.

When cooking, he'd keep the Marchosius plushie beside him, like he's overseeing the cooking. "What do you think, Marchosius? More salt? Some garlic as well? Yes, a smart choice indeed."

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i just have some question stuck in my mind tho.. something bout, oblivious reader ? like whatever or anything zhongli do or show, they'll just thinking of it as a friendly gesture ;)

have a nice day ! love you 💗

An oblivious reader actually makes so so much sense- Zhongli is a very kind man who does sweet things for the people around him every now and then, so it's only natural you see his gestures as nice and friendly.

Gestures such as, oh, writing a poem about you and reciting it aloud to you. He tells you your radiance had inspired him to be rather romantic in his rhymes - and you'd taken it as the other kind of romantic.

Walking you home when you leave work late, to make sure you're safe. His close proximity to you and the way he holds your hand so assuredly is to keep creeps away, of course, and totally means nothing else.

Buying you little trinkets from the market, because "This reminded me of you, so I simply had to purchase it," or "I remembered you mentioning you liked this color so here you go," or "I saw these matching items on sale and thought each of us could keep one." Wow, what a great friend!

You tell him one day that you're yearning for romantic companionship, to which he tenderly responds, "So am I," so you look up at him, your eyes twinkling, and say -

"Well, being single has its perks, so we should be happy!"

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Zhongli with a lover who is getting annoying heretics demanding she paint better and grander portraits of Rex Lapis. The ones she's previously painted just aren't perfect enough and, to them, is solid proof she doesn't love the archon as much as they do. Even though she's spent hours, maybe days, painting each portrait, they're still not satisfied. How would the almighty God of Geo handle this?

Zhongli knows a lot of his people can be overbearing or even gatekeepy in the sense that they want everyone to see Rex Lapis their way.

But Zhongli was so many things during his reign, so why should only one perspective, one depiction, one narrative fit him? He'd calmly explain this to those heretics, stating that there's no right way to depict the Geo Lord.

"My partner pours her heart and soul into her work," he'd tell them earnestly, "and when such dedication is given to her paintings, is that not true devotion? True love for her god? Irrespective of whether Rex Lapis is painted as a regular fisherman or a deity with eight arms, if there is passion in the craft, then Rex Lapis shall smile upon a person. And judging by the work my partner has done already," he adds, gesturing at all the lovely canvases decorated with expert strokes for love of golden divinity, "it seems He already has."

Most would back off after this, but some would press the matter still - shouldn't he be painted in a way that captures all his grandeur? Why paint him as an aforementioned fisherman?

Zhongli would only laugh airily. "What matters most is not how Rex Lapis appears - rather, his character is also an important element in understanding him, is it not? He was a god who actively took on many forms to get closer to the people he so cherished. A modest fisherman does well to convey his desire to understand the hard work his people put in to put food on the table each night. Remember, it is not just the divine that the Geo Lord is entwined with; it is the beauty of mundaneness as well that makes him much beloved."

And if people are still adamant on their stances - well, Zhongli would not like to escalate the situation, but to protect you from further harassment he can get a teeny bit physical, if need be.

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I saw the cuteness aggression ask and I'd like to add something. I don't get cuteness aggression, I get cuteness devastation. I see a human baby and I want to break down crying. My cat starts making biscuits on my thigh and I start wailing.

I imagine Morax just sees Reader off in the distance being cute and just falls to his knees. Head in hands, shaking, tears in eyes, unable to handle it.

Some of the other adepti are probably freaking out the first time this happens, he literally collapsed. Like, the tail holding thing, he just needs to excuse himself and then goes and cries in a corner for a couple minutes.

Ahh this is cute and I totally see it!

He just sits on a rock, head in hands, tears welling up in his eyes because you're just so freaking cute and he has no clue what to do about it-

And imagine he's upset one day because it seems like a policy he had set in place for his people doesn't work out as nicely as he'd expected it to, so you go and try to cheer him up...your soft smile and earnest embrace are just too much for him to handle, so he excuses himself, looking even more upset than he was a minute ago..? And you're left standing there like, did you say something wrong?

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residing in a teapot with zhongli 🥹 wanting to get away from the world and reality only for him to remind you that "well isn't it convenient that we've created our own little world, darling?" and he conjures your teapot and you gleefully enter it together and he'd be happy to stay with you in there for as long as you want 🥹🥹🥹

Oh how lovely it would be! Sitting under a glimmering tree, sipping tea while chatting about anything and everything...time does not pass here, so leisure is welcome.

You run across the golden bridges connecting each island, inviting Zhongli to chase you - the thrill casts all worries away into the wind. He’d catch you in a field of glittering starlit flowers, laughing as you two roll around in the grass, seeing crystalflies flutter off startled.

And of course the mansion is big and furnished with all your favorite things, making it as homely as the real world. You two would sit on the bed or on the couch by the fireplace, reading the enthralling books and poetry this realm has to offer and quoting your favourite parts.

You'd tell Zhongli all about your travels and the stories behind some of the special furnishings; Zhongli would listen intently even if this is his tenth time hearing it, asking you questions you're more than happy to answer, and praising you when praise is due - which in his opinion is all the time.

Oh and here are some pictures from my own teapot that I think would be nice to spend time with Zhongli at~

I have a silly teapot-centric piece in my drafts actually! Thinking I'll bump it up my priority list :]

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Imagine Rex Lapis wanting to increase morale during strategy meetings, so he tells his allies and adepti they are each permitted to bring one thing they like to these meetings.

Xianyun brings one of her favorite bubble-blowing contraptions. Ganyu coyly snacks on a whole bouquet of sweet flower petals. Marchosius polishes his favorite cooking pot as he listens. Guizhong cheekily plays her lute during bouts of silence. Xiao caresses a finch while he holds on to his god's every word.

It works; everyone's more relaxed and less on-edge when convening like this.

So anyway, that's how you end up on the Geo Lord's lap while he talks about infrastructure improvements and defensive training.

bonus:

"I don't want to!" you whine indignantly, racing down the streets of Guili Assembly.

"But I must hold you whilst I outline our allyship with the Sumeru gods," protests Rex, chasing after you.

"Your meetings are boring and have nothing to do with me!"

"But I have told everyone they can bring something they like - I cannot be the only one without."

"Go take a fluffy, furry cat or something!"

"But my dear, you are softer and your hair lovelier."

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Imagine Rex Lapis wanting to increase morale during strategy meetings, so he tells his allies and adepti they are each permitted to bring one thing they like to these meetings.

Xianyun brings one of her favorite bubble-blowing contraptions. Ganyu coyly snacks on a whole bouquet of sweet flower petals. Marchosius polishes his favorite cooking pot as he listens. Guizhong cheekily plays her lute during bouts of silence. Xiao caresses a finch while he holds on to his god's every word.

It works; everyone's more relaxed and less on-edge when convening like this.

So anyway, that's how you end up on the Geo Lord's lap while he talks about infrastructure improvements and defensive training.

bonus:

"I don't want to!" you whine indignantly, racing down the streets of Guili Assembly.

"But I must hold you whilst I outline our allyship with the Sumeru gods," protests Rex, chasing after you.

"Your meetings are boring and have nothing to do with me!"

"But I have told everyone they can bring something they like - I cannot be the only one without."

"Go take a fluffy, furry cat or something!"

"But my dear, you are softer and your hair lovelier."

[ayra2452008]

Brushing Zhongli’s silky smooth hair, braiding it, maybe even putting flowers on it and he’s just enjoying the feeling of his lover’s fingers in his hair. jsjdsjhdjsjs and then it’s his turn to brush her hair doing the same to her (bonus points if she’s curly)

Zhongli playing with her curls, twirling his fingers in them and slightly tugging on them to watch them bounce (≧∀≦)

Oh how divine~!

Zhongli is the type to purr as your brush his hair, closing his eyes and just reveling in how soothing your touch is. He'd take a look at himself in the mirror, his lovely hair all braided and adorned with flowers, and smile at your own face aglow with pride at what you've done.

And then when it's his turn, first off is a delicate scalp massage, gently massaging in circles. Then, he would whisper how beautiful your hair is as he carefully brushes it, how he loves how the shiny curls cascade and bounce playfully with every movement. Perhaps it's your turn to purr once he twirls it in his fingers!

One thing he likes to do with your curls is gently fluff them. You're so cute when your hair is carefully tousled, and your giggles only serve as proof.

And don't forget the flowers he'll add - roses for passion, lilies for devotion, gardenias for love and refinement and cherry blossoms for beauty.

"You look radiant, my dearest," he'd whisper, drawing you close and meeting your eyes in the mirror. "There is none who can compare."