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this is me in the process of writing anything ever:

i'm so sorry for all the undone requests in my inbox :( i'm trying very hard to get back into writing! and i think i've been doing a good job so far so you won't have to wait long until i get back to posting my silly little thoughts hopefully! thank you for being so patient with me <3 see you soon :]

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OMG @ ANON WHO REQUESTED MORE DRAGONLI HEADCANONS AND PROPOSED IDEAS, CAN I MAKE THEM INTO A TINY DRABBLE TOO PRETTY PLEASEEEE

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kyo!! i hope you had a very lovely and fun vacation and got tons of rest! HUGE CONGRATS ON GETTING ADMITTED I’M SO PROUD OF YOU ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

excited to hear more of your dragonli brainrot :D

SPIRIT I'LL CRY UEUEUEU THANK YOU:(( hope you had a fun vacation too!

and yesyes, the dragonli brainrot is not stopping anytime soon i'm afraid. i've been drafting ideas during my vacation and i hope to get them done now that i'm not longer worrying about the college entrance results ;]

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LETS GOOOO!!! WOOO! congrats kuzu 🎉 ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⸜(♡ ॑ᗜ ॑♡)⸝ ˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON !!! it means a lot :D

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hi guys, sorry about being so inactive lately ! i was enjoying my vacations but i have some more dragon! zhongli and just zhongli drabbles in the works for you >:3

also i'm very happy to announce that i got admitted into college !!!! ( i'm so excited about that, i can barely contain it ) i hope everyone is doing well <3 also HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAO WAWAWA ( kinda late )

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thank you sm for taking my req! 💗 and it’s not just alright ITS LOVELY (๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾⁾˚* AAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY

have an awesome day and take care!

so glad you liked it !! :D feel free to request more dragon zhongli or anything else you'd like anon ! i'll try my best to fulfill your wishes :] have an awesome day too <3

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REALLY LOVE YOUR DRAGON LI FIC ITS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIABSUAVHA <33

is it okay if I request dragon zhongli headcanons with gn reader?

maybe you can add one where he’s in full dragon form and reader helping him out with grooming like brushing and untangling some matted parts of his hair or using products to care for his scales or horns? :o

(with or without reader is fine with me :])

feel free to decline this! Have an awesome week ⭐️💗

request and you shall be granted.

( i've never written anything in headcanon format, hope this is alright ! )

"after stepping down from his title as an archon, zhongli still isn't able to live a truly mortal life, for he still is a half-dragon even without the mighty exuvia. as his companion though, he's more than grateful that you're there to help him through it."

getting used to maintaining a fully human form becomes harder without his gnosis, that's why he lets some of his dragon-like features out while hiding them under his clothes. like his shining arms and hands under his suit and gloves.

he has the sharpest instincts, when he feels you're in danger he's quick to manifest geo shields around you, he might even get in a protective stance in front of you. like a dragon protecting its treasure.

after long days of dealing with his restless child boss, he comes home and, if he's comfortable enough with you, instantly lets his half-dragon form out. opting for rest under the sun or nuzzled in bed with you.

half-dragon zhongli is extremely sensitive to touch, perhaps becomes a bit more bold when seeking for your attention too. he'll become more touchy and will try to kiss you more often. if you do even as much as to reciprocate a kiss and put your hands on him, it's over for you. he's not letting go.

half-dragon zhongli is also extremely sensitive to how you're feeling, if he senses tiredness, fatigue or anything that might get you in a bad mood or sick, he will stand by your side and offer to help you with whatever he can to make you feel more comfortable. ( i have a drabble on this where reader falls sick ehe all fluff ! )

"my, but you're shivering! would you like me to get you some blankets, my dear? oh? just hug you?" he giggles, "you don't need to ask twice, my love."

half-dragon zhongli who purrs without noticing !!!

half-dragon zhongli whose golden markings shine in pulsating glows along the beat of your heart, they're on his arms and legs and perhaps even chest, where he likes to place his hand and watch as the light that represents your heart slips through the fingers covering it.

sometimes, he pretends to fall asleep on the couch so you can quietly join him for a bit, and after he's sure you've fallen asleep he cuddles you and kisses the back of your neck with such fondness.

now, full-dragon zhongli but a tiny version of the exuvia who acts a lot like a cat but is still able to understand you.

he lets you pet him and marvels at the little kisses you leave on his head. he also lets you help him untangle and take care of his fur, very softly at first fearing you might hurt him accidentally. he just stares at you attentively until you feel giddy enough to leave a kiss or two between your work, he'd close his eyes and smile in delight.

tiny cat-like dragon zhongli whose favorite place to nap on is your lap !

he can't afford to manifest the big exuvia form without his gnosis, specially not inside his mortal house. so he settles on a smaller form, perhaps the size of a small dog. he'd be always on top of you in some way, your shoulders, your head, or clinging to your pants until you pick him up.

maybe if you visit his adepti abode, he'd let you see the big dragon and then you'd understand all the legends and songs dedicated to his name.

perhaps if you meet each other after giving up his gnosis, he'd feel scared of telling you the truth, fearing you might think differently of him if you find out he used to be the geo archon and is now just a non-human funeral consultant.

i can imagine him wishing to really touch you, without gloves, to feel your warmth and the softness of your skin, to love every part of you without restrictions. ( i just thought of a very cute drabble idea for this ( ˙▿˙ ) )

half-dragon zhongli would be the most difficult person to get things done with, you need to get out of bed to work? are you sure?

"dearest, you're so warm…" "i hear you, but we really need to get up."

dragon zhongli who, in his big form, likes to walk/fly around just for you to admire him and compliment him.

dragon zhongli who makes a contract with himself to protect you from any and all harm for as long as he lives ( and has the ability to remember ).

a/n:

i am more than soft for dragon zhongli, the brainrot is so strong UWAAAA

no beta we die.

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钟离 : "a dragon's oath" ft. dragon!zhongli

"my dear, i must reassure you…"

the fresh chilled meat mixed with tomato soup and carrots, greens and a bowl of rice to the side apparently were not enough to fight off your sweet —and foolish— lover's cold.

"dragons don't get a 'cold', especially not a half-dragon half-qilin like myself—" another big, loud sneeze interrupts his sentence. this time, the sneeze makes him puff out one of his dragon-like features. thick antlers appear on his head without him noticing, tiny cor lapis' embedded on the base and yellow light at the tip of them, he opens up his eyes to you and the sight leaves you just a bit speechless upon detailed inspection.

mr. zhongli, or what is a distorted reflection of the composed funeral parlor consultant, has the prettiest ivory and golden scales on his cheekbones shining under the light of the medallion colored irises, vertical slit-like pupils slightly expanding into orbs when laying on you. reclining on his chair, the tips of his hair, down from the usual rattail, emit a pulsating glow as if resonating with the elemental geo energy in his abode. he lacks his usual full suit and tie, leaving only a light cotton white shirt loosely hanging off his shoulders and some satin crepe brown pants that also fit a bit too big if not for the belt surrounding his waist.

even in garments that seem cheaper than his common attire, zhongli manages to look absolutely regal. and very much sick, if his pink nose and cheeks were anything to go by.

it has been months since the former archon gave up his gnosis to the tsaritsa, and mortal life has become quite the challenge for someone who has never worried about leaving home with his wallet. being by his side, you try your best to guide the former prime adepti into the path of a healthy and happy ephemeral life, however, he doesn't make it easy.

"'li, could you please remind me of the symptoms of a common cold?"

"muscle pain, coughs, nasal congestion, watery or itchy eyes, chills or fatigue, sinus pressure, throat irritation, chest pressure—"

"and you're telling me you don't have any of those symptoms at all?"

zhongli really takes a moment to think his answer through. understandably, it might be difficult for him to recognise these symptoms in his body given he tells the truth when he says that as a half-dragon he shouldn't be experiencing colds, but as a mortal —one endearing enough to get excited about showering under the rain for the first time— those types of archon privileges are gone. including his effortless job at keeping his dragon form at bay.

"i believe whatever it is i have, is a low and non-threatening sickness that will pass once i recover here in my realm. besides, with you keeping me company, my recovery will be swift and smooth, don't you think?"

you touch his forehead and neck with the back of your hand, quickly pulling back at the burning warmth of his skin. so now you have to take care of a dense feverish dragon with a cold that right now seems infatuated with your eyes.

"of course i'll keep you company— why— why are you staring at me like that?" his pupils have gone wide while looking at you softly. even his breath has stopped and you fear years have finally come to collect their debt if not for the fact that he's still blinking. "you're shining." and shining you are, the high concentration of geo energy around you has created tiny crystalflies that decided to settle on your hair, giving the impression that there's a halo of light surrounding your head.

seems like dragon zhongli likes that very much, because he pulls you by the waist so you fall on top of him on his chair. he starts cuddling you out of nowhere as you keep stiff, you're not used to your partner actively seeking affectionate touch with you even when you're alone, he has always been very careful about where he puts his hands on you and even then it gives you butterflies. now that he has initiated an impromptu cuddle session, butterflies become eagles.

you feel the warm —very warm— body under you vibrate. a deep rumble stems from his chest and he doesn't seem to notice. the first thought that comes to your mind is purring. dragonli purrs.

you then notice a dragon tail, long hickory with scales and cor lapis rocks encrusted along its spine, the end is an apricot orange and spice fur that falls in large cloud-like waves. it wraps around your form in a protective manner, truly like a dragon protecting its treasure.

"zhongli?"

"hmm? what is it, dear?"

"your… tail…"

"ah, apologies, i didn't notice i let it out. is it bothering you, love? i can—"

"no no! it's… it's alright. keep it.."

the brunette opens one eye to peek at you nuzzling in his chest, your face is hidden but the faint red on your ears gives away a glimpse of the state of the rest of your face. he chuckles and leaves a light kiss at the top of your head, making you melt. "thank you for taking good care of me, my love. you're always so sweet."

you notice an almost imperceptible light coming from under his shirt, right at his shoulder. intertwined, yet acute golden lines forming a diamond-shaped chain. it glows like honey in the glow of sunset. with it appears more golden lines, some thicker than others, that extend all over the length of his arm. the purring becomes louder once you trace your fingers over them.

he seems to be enjoying himself, on a reclinable chair with you on top of him as a blanket. you indulge him for a few minutes, making sure to check on his temperature regularly, the fever doesn't seem to be going down anytime soon but his will to not let you go doesn't falter.

"ah love, you seem to be getting hotter."

"oh, am i now?"

"what? not like that, you big cat!"

the heartfelt deep chuckle that he lets out makes you feel even more embarrassed, you prop yourself on your elbows to make him look at your pouting face. "i am serious!"

"and i am most flattered, darling." his teasing tone makes you scoff and lightly hit him on the chest, the smile doesn't leave his face however. "i'll be alright. please know that i am thankful for your well wishes. my healing is going faster than expected."

"you've been self-healing this whole time?" the confession catches you by surprise, zhongli realizes what he just said and a darker blush manifests on his cheeks. he presses his lips on a thin line, "hm, i suppose i shouldn't have revealed that."

"i've been feeding you bowls upon bowls of soup with healing properties for you to be healing yourself this whole time?"

"... i do love your cooking, dearest. those soups were truly delectable."

you let out a humorless, amused laugh "... you bastard."

"i suppose, after a while, i started seeing your soups as more of an offering… so instead of feeding to heal from their properties, i started feeding for the intentions you put into making each one of them, which still serve as 'healing', technically."

you try to pry his hold off your waist, but he notices and moves you under him at superhuman speed.

"oh my, you're not mad at me, are you dear?"

the quick movement leaves you a bit dizzy and your lover doesn't make it easier for you when whispering low like that. the intensity of his sun-like eyes makes you want to hide under a rock where he can't look at you so fondly like he is right now. "i-i am kind of mad! if all you needed to heal was some unfeigned wishes for your well-being you could've just said so… i even had to contact my mother for the cooking part…" you mumble the last part hoping he wouldn't catch on it. alas, a deep giggle escapes his lips and the golden markings on his skin seem to shine even more.

"you're such a curious one." careful to not harm you with his antlers, he nuzzles his face into your neck to leave tiny kisses on your skin. despite not being able to see it from this angle, you can feel his tail wagging slowly but enthusiastically. with a sigh of relief at the fact that your boyfriend is in fact healing, you let him lay on top of you and hug you however he likes, unknowingly wrapping you with a sense of comfort from his light purring.

after a long while of comfortable silence where you think he might've fallen asleep, he calls out to you in a raspy voice, "my love?"

"yes?"

"please don't scream."

"wha—"

before he can even give you time to think, you feel his form shrinking on your chest in a heartbeat. leaving you speechless at the sight of a tiny dragon staring at you with your lover's eyes. you breathe in slowly and look at the creature deadpan, reminding yourself to stay calm before you can even let out a yelp. "zhongli?" you whisper, the tiny dragon seems to respond to the name, giving you a quick lick on your cheek and retreating to tilt his head at you. he lets out a chirping —positive?— sound. your once big half-dragon boyfriend becomes a pocket version of the fallen exuvia.

he watches intently with big eyes waiting for you to make a move so you raise your hand up hesitantly to pet his head, his eyes seem to shine like stars at you when you finally let your hand rest on top of him. he keeps quiet at first but soon explodes into tiny chirps and loud purrs of delight, leaning into your touch with contentment. it melts your heart to see such an adorable creature like this, you scratch him and pet him for as long as he keeps that small smile on his face.

long enough you stay hours like this, silently wondering if your boyfriend will remember this moment when he goes back to normal. you look down at him on your chest, he curls up into a ball very similar to how a cat would. he lets out a big yawn and promptly falls asleep peacefully, listening to your heartbeat like a lullaby and purring ever so softly. the feeling engulfs you into such easement you can't help but fall asleep too.

in the hands of morpheus, you dream of the warmth that geo shields emanate from the inside. "let it be known, and let it be said..." you hear a voice by your side, wild glaze lilies sway with the wind and exude their familiar smell onto the air you breathe. "my duty to protect you, i solemnly pledge..." you look at the bearer of the voice, his gaze follows the horizon, spears fall from the golden sky. "no harm shall come to you, i vow..." he looks at you, the warmth spreads. "i'll love you. even if i die doing so."

<3 : BIG thank you to @keqism, @spiriteddreams, noraa, victoria and eve for beta reading !!

also thank you to @theblueskyofthedawn for giving me the inspiration to write the last part :3c

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does anyone feel in the silly mood to request dragon!zhongli x reader? ANYBODY???? please..

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tumblr user @spiriteddreams and i are in real life siblings ( REAL CANNON CONFIRMED )

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mind is so overloaded with ideas for the ask game that it provoked a fever Real.

will continue tomorrow when i feel better, for now i rest :3c thank you for your patience !

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7 for the song game 0u0? (And, please, if the song allow, can it be platonic?)

( rises the moon ) by liana flores [ third person implied fem!reader ]

in a night of solemn solitude, right in the edge between what remains from old mondstadt and the world, harmonious chords could be heard from the soft, mellow musical fibers of a plucked-string instrument. the windborne entity frolicked excitedly around the sound waves of the melody, chirping along to the ballad of the lyre player.

this one merely chuckled lightly, as if the weight of the world that fell on their shoulders was prohibiting them from expressing happiness. like a never ending day, where one can do nothing but hope the moon rises as quickly as it can. for it is under it's light, soothing reflection of the sun, that the mind naturally comes to rest.

and, oh, what a must needed rest, shared with the gentle wind's hug and their little non-human friend. who nuzzled it's little body onto their cheek; who swirled around their head to catch their attention; who chirped so very loudly at the prospect of danger, but so very late, when the danger was right up their noses.

so very late.

venti reminiscences, playing the same tune his friend used to play in nights like this. heavy, pain-coated darkness. the sound fading with an echo so far away from here, perhaps resonating in another nation, timeline or universe, lullabying whoever in the world needed it the most. he let the music fly in the air, to guide any lost souls back home; whether 'home' was a place, a feeling or a person.

she, for example, became that of which he could call a home.

from the undivided interest on listening attentively to his stories, even those that slipped and slurred together in a wine glass, to her dreams and aspirations that moved mountains carved by the gods. she reminded him so much of perdurable memories, ones that fed the ambition of barbatos' strongest people and passed to become part of the nation's emblem... freedom.

and as it's archon, his duty is to protect it. that's how she adds herself into these nights, resting on his lap while he's trying to soothe away the ache of two hearts at once. while she's visited by sleep, the moon rises high, and that's when he can finally promise the falling of autumn leaves, which will darken the fading blazing skies. "my child...

breathe, breathe, breathe."

ask game !! leave a number in my playlist and i'll shuffle it that many times, i'll write a short fic based on the song it stops on !

putting my fist into my mouth. this song reminds me so much of venti, i think it was fate :3c

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(Hi!! Tis Iryth (@/iztaroth) here) (for the numbers ask game) 11

( aquel lugar ) by adolescent's orquestra [ english meaning of the song at the end ! ]

he watches as the tides crash against the rocks, performing a dance of some sorts. water swaying left and right in an idyllic tempo, translucent reflecting the sun's light onto the blue sky. soft brushes of ice crystals sparkling what is above him, gentle breeze setting his flaming strands wild like a fire.

diluc grew up watching the starsnatch cliff's scenery, nonetheless this time was different. apart from the conspicuous effect the passing of time has manifested on his physical body, diluc is not the same person he was a few years ago.

that meant a change, a very big one at that. he learned to love.

he met you in that very place, the cliff. you were looking out at the horizon, your silhouette blended in with the breathtaking landscape as if you were part of nature as well. the ever so slight spark of electricity in the air made his skin ruffled, as if it were covered in small irregular waves and creases. disheveled, a type of spark that inflicted the warning of a reaction onto his pyro vision. when you turned your head to look at him, the fire started calling your name like a prayer and he could see the ignition forming in the tiny smile adorning your face.

"love me." you said, two words was what it took for his tiny heart to overload, and love you he did, albeit inexperienced and naive. he loved you like no other, brushed his lips against yours and watched the overwhelming splash of colors cloud his senses, making him focus on nothing else but one of your hands cupping his cheek and the other holding his. "love me." you said, and he'll never forget the way his heart had molded itself on your chest, making him incapable of living without you, for you had the other half of his soul.

yet "forgive me." is all he could respond with.

ask game !! leave a number in my playlist and i'll shuffle it that many times, i'll write a short fic based on the song it stops on !

the song talks about loving for the first time. it describes the first love as something unforgettable and overwhelming, and how one tends to make mistakes as the consequence of being inexperienced and human. it says that despite all the normal fighting and discussion, love remains the same, that's what prompts the need to say "i'm sorry".

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Barry b benson has been waiting for your return my little bzz bzz

get away from me.

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5 for the ask music shuffle game pls!!

( this december ) by ricky montgomery

winter doesn't really come in liyue, throughout the whole year they only have the sun and the occasional northern breeze. for that, december is really just a psychological colder season for the citizens.

despite knowing that, xiao still blames the cold when his body shivers at the thought of something happening to you while being away. he thinks of the worst possible outcomes when you happen to take a bit longer than exactly seven days on sending him a letter from mondstadt. he also blames it on the fact that he has grown accustomed to your persistent presence over the last few years, naively romanticising the idea of you being an ever-lasting entity regardless of being more than aware that he's wrong.

he supposes he just feels lonely, the cold making him desire some of your usual physical closeness just to keep warm. and it gets significantly harder to admit he's lonely every passing day, convincing himself the overwhelming feeling is something he must be already used to.

so when you inevitably come back he realizes, how could the unchanging sky seem brighter now that you're here? it's still december but now there's no more shivering, his hands don't get weak over a harsh wind when you're holding them on your own and kissing the tip of his fingers so gingerly, he feels lighter like a weight has been lifted up from him and even you notice he's tending to shoot you tiny smiles more often.

once again, he blames it on december; he blames it on the social idea that colder seasons are meant to be spend with your loved ones; he blames it on you, the instinct of his body to react to your existence as if it was the solution to all his frost-related problems; he blames it on his loneliness, the dependency of his heart to be close to yours; and he blames it on the psychological cold, when his hands absent-mindedly reach out for yours when you're not even there.

– this one was kinda wack, i'm sorry spirit T_T

ask game !! leave a number in my playlist and i'll shuffle it that many times, i'll write a short fic based on the song it stops on !

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the fastest way to a fanfic writer's heart is through reblogs with tagged feedback

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i drop a 3 in ur ask box!! :3

( asesina ) by okills

you were a killer.

not a literal one, but albedo didn't have a better adjective to describe the strange phenomenon of his heart stopping everytime you came by.

killing was the way your smile seemed to be as bright as the sun but much warmer than what it's light could give in dragonspine; your voice, soothing mellifluous string of a melody that resonated deep in his brain; your eyes, two big stars creating a supernova of emotions that obliterated every coherent thought he would have. everything, absolutely everything about you was killing him, so he played indifference.

no, none of those aspects of you made him feel some type of way. he was a professional researcher skilled in the alchemy field and you definitely had been a –very– pretty distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. he couldn't admit he was utterly smitten with the way you carried himself. you were bad, and so cruel for making him feel this way.

so absolutely cruel he shouldn't feel any kind of remorse for accidentally hurting you, yet he did. he didn't want any tears falling out your eyes in such a beautiful day, actually, he didn't want to make you cry in any other day for that matter. but how would he explain that your presence was clouding his brain so much it unlocked a part of his heart he never thought he would have, the romantic meaning of a heart that people used to describe feelings.

he desperately tried to express it with words, audible and legible ones, both in which everything that could come out as a result would be "abstract: by examination of the effects a love confession can affect the psychological well-being of an individual-" but that didn't sound as genuine as he felt it right in the flesh. so he kissed them onto you, hoping you would catch the meaning of an impressionistic, swift and somewhat awkward touch of lips.

and if that wasn't enough the first time, he would try again.

ask game !! leave a number in my inbox and i'll shuffle my playlist that many times, i'll write a short fic based on the song it stops on !