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Punishment [4/4] | ZhongChi

TW: MCD, suicide

A landslide had caused extensive damage in the Chenyu Valley, and Zhongli had postponed all his obligations to help out on the spot. The locals were honored but horribly embarrassed to see Rex Lapis himself out and about, carrying the rubble of the village, mud up to his knees and sleeves rolled up. But Zhongli had smiled and continued to help.

He had been helping out for several hours when the locals broke down and begged him to take a well-deserved break. The bath did him a world of good, and the cool evening air greeted him as he stepped outside again, his long hair drying in the wind.

The hanfu he had been brought was made of a rougher material than his usual clothes, but a feeling of freedom pervaded him, as if these few hours of manual labor had allowed him to dissipate for a few moments the pressure that was constantly crushing him.

He closed his eyes, sniffing the evening air with a smile, before descending the stone steps. A man emerged from one of the houses below, the dying daylight catching his white curls as they swayed in the wind.

Zhongli's heart suddenly began to pound. He couldn't look away from the man's silhouette below. His hair was as white as cotton flowers, but something about his frail figure caught the eye. Something familiar. And the man offered his profile for a moment, the last rays of sunlight illuminating his pale, youthful face and big, blue eyes.

And the ground seemed to give way beneath Zhongli's feet.

Childe stood below. He looked thinned out, his magnificent fiery hair gone, but there he was, just a few yards from Zhongli. And Zhongli didn't dare move. It seemed to him that all he had to do was reach out and touch him, but a gust of wind would blow him away.

Zhongli wobbled and clung to a small wooden fence. His eyes filled with tears and he blinked them away.

Childe was there. So close to him.

And Zhongli, an Archon whose time passed differently and whose human lives were but fleeting moments, realized that he had counted every second of the last 11 years.

Zhongli didn't move. The orange of the horizon was gradually disappearing, and he kept watching Childe. A child came running up and Childe smiled at him before bending down to pick up a basket full of tea leaves, but the child grabbed it first, telling him with a big smile not to exhaust himself any further, especially with his damaged hands. The child left with the basket, and Zhongli finally decided to descend the steps.

Childe had not moved, watching the child descend.

"Childe."

His figure stiffened entirely and he turned abruptly. Zhongli stood a few steps away, offering him a hesitant smile, and relief washed over him at finally having him face to face. And Childe's eyes widened in horror. He took a step backwards, stumbled and almost fell before catching himself with one hand on the wall. A hand with a hideous scar piercing its center. He had become even paler than he already was, his skin almost as white as his hair. Zhongli's smile disappeared and he raised his hands.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Childe."

The young man trembled, panic darkening his rimmed gaze, and Zhongli took a step back as he heard his breathing become choppy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, just to see you again."

He took another step back, his hands still raised to reassure him. Then Childe seemed to snap out of his paralysis and rushed into the house.

Childe’s ten years imprisoned had come to an end. He had taken refuge in the Chenyu Valley for a year. The inhabitants knew him, but had not had the heart to repel the young man. The state in which he had arrived had discouraged the most resentful. Within a year the inhabitants had become accustomed to Childe’s dull presence. Despite the care he had received, his hands were forever broken, and handicrafts were excluded. Even clenching his fist was a pain for him. Childe spent his days sorting tea leaves in the shade of the porch of the houses. He rarely walked in the sun, his eyes weakened by years in the dark creaking under too much light.

Childe was not talkative. When he arrived, he was mute and now uttered sentences in a hoarse and broken voice. But the children loved him, brushing his soft white hair and helping him with his chores.

Zhongli’s heart bled when the locals told him who he had become. The few smiles he gave were addressed to the children. He never complained, but everyone knew that every movement of hands was a suffering, and his whole body was far too damaged by his punishment.

Zhongli continued to help the inhabitants for several days. Every morning he watched for Childe’s white head and his heart jumped with joy when he saw him in the shade of a tree or porch.

But Childe avoided him. He felt the weight of his gaze in his back, watching him from afar, and when he turned, the young man disappeared.

When he crossed paths, Childe didn’t say a word. Zhongli helped him as best he could. Childe watched him do it in silence.

Dawn painted the sky when Childe came to see Zhongli for himself. The Archon took advantage of the quiet of the early morning and he turned on hearing him arrive, surprised to recognize his steps behind his back.

"Childe, are you okay?"

Childe stared at him, his face streaked with tears. His body was shaking with slight tremors.

"You know, Zhongli, this punishment wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to me."

His voice was hoarse, as if it was scraping his throat with every word.

"No, it wasn't the worst. The worst was when I realized the extent of my feelings for you."

He took a shaky breath, tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

"When I realized I loved you, it was like the world opened up to swallow me. And you know what?"

A frail smile stretched his trembling lips.

"My feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you, Zhongli. And I think I've always known deep down that it was mutual."

Zhongli forced himself out of his paralysis, reaching out a hand toward him, when the smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

"Childe..."

He looked down at the large, wide sleeves that concealed his hands, drops of blood hitting the cobblestones as they fell. Childe weakly raised his hands, his sleeves slipping to reveal the two thin cuts at his wrists and the blood that kept flowing.

"Why has life chosen to punish us both, Zhongli?" He whispered before his legs gave way beneath him.

Zhongli rushed forward, arresting his fall. His knees hit the ground and he clutched Childe to him. His face was a blur and Zhongli realized he was crying.

"Childe, hold on!"

He blinked, fighting back the tears. Childe stared at him, his eyes going glassy. He raised his hand before letting it fall again, exhausted.

"I've always regretted not kissing you..."

His voice was but a thin trickle flowing from his lips like water drying up in a river.

"I beg you, Zhongli, grant me at least that.... Please..."

Zhongli brushed aside the white locks that fell over Childe's eyes, his tears crashing down jis cheeks, mingling with his until their cries were one.

And Zhongli sealed his lips with his.

"Wait for me!"

The voice echoed against the cave walls, and Little Ming slipped to the damp floor. Her friend turned with a gasp.

"Pfff but make less noise!"

"But I don't like this place...," cried the little girl as she joined him. "Do you know where we are? They say that centuries ago, a man was punished and locked up here and that his ghost still haunts the place!"

"Well yeah but that's why we're exploring! And we know all about grandma's legends! Just stories to scare the kids, we'll be fine! It's just a cave, look!"

He swept the walls with the light from his lantern before freezing, breathless.

The lantern was casting large shadows on one of the cave walls. In the distance, drops of water plopped to the ground. And great chains of weathered iron were illuminated by the lantern.

The children shuddered as the light moved slowly down the chains. Underneath, coiled around itself, was the body of a dragon.

Written on February 21th, 2024.

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The Lighthouse [3/3] | ZhongChi

The interior of the lighthouse was lined with sketches of the mermaid. A huge canvas lay on an easel, a storm landscape painted on it. In the heart of the rain, between the rocks where the tumultuous waves churned, Ajax offered his handsome face to the sky, proud and smiling.

Zhongli didn't know his name, so he had named him after one of the heroes of yesteryear. For the mermaid, with his fierce smile and big, inquisitive eyes, reminded him of a young hero discovering the world.

The storm had shaken the lighthouse hard, and Zhongli had watched with wide golden eyes as the sky tore apart and poured out its rage on murderous waves. Zhongli wanted to see the mermaid again, but going out in this weather was almost impossible. The hours consumed his burning candles. The next day, the wind blew on the coast and Zhongli went out. His overcoat pressed against his body and he clutched at the stones to make his way down the path. He had never felt so alone. He, whose world was constantly plunged into eternal silence, was now seeking the company of others. A flash of light streaked across the sky, startling him. His foot slipped on the stone and, before he could react, he fell.

Zhongli coughed and opened his eyes. His wet clothes stuck to his skin, the cold biting him viciously. He spat salt water with each coughing fit, and a gentle hand pushed strands of hair away from his eyes.

His lungs stopped burning and, through the tears, he saw two big blue eyes watching him. Zhongli straightened up on the slippery pebbles and held out his hand to Ajax. His fingers touched his pale, smooth cheek, drops of water slipping from his red curls, which were already drying under the sun piercing the clouds. One of the mermaid's hands rested on his heart, as if to reassure the boy that he was alive and well. With his thumb, Zhongli brushed away the creases of worry that marked his forehead. Ajax then offered him his magnificent smile. His lips moved, as if to say something, and Zhongli concentrated on them, trying to decipher them. And his lips were on his, soft and salty.

Zhongli's heart missed a beat, his eyes widening before closing. Then Ajax stepped back and traced the contours of Zhongli's face with his fingers. His touch was light, almost as delicate as butterfly wings. But his kisses were impetuous and all-consuming, and Zhongli lost himself in the siren's arms.

Written on February 16th, 2024.

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Dark Office [6/?] | ZhongChi

The interior of Zhongli's car had not changed. A sweet smell of incense reigned in the cabin.

With his bag on his lap, Childe held it close, still trembling. Outside, the world was plunged into night, lacerated by the glare of streetlamps and red and green lights.

They didn't exchange a word.

Stopped at a traffic light, the blinker sounded muffled, marking the oppressive silence with each tick.

Then Zhongli sighed.

Childe almost jumped out of his seat.

The light turned green and Zhongli turned before parking on an empty, dark street. Childe swallowed hard. His fingers tightened on his bag as Zhongli bent down to rummage in the back before unscrewing a thermos and pouring out a steaming liquid.

"Here, drink."

Childe stared at the brown liquid, suspicious.

"It's tea. You're shivering and look cold, drink some, it'll do you good."

He took it, lips pursed, and clasped his hands around the small cup, the warmth radiating against his palms, comforting. He blew on the liquid, the smoke tickling his face, to attempt a quick sip.

"Hot," he muttered.

Zhongli placed the thermos between them, next to the coffee mug. Then he ran a hand over his eyes.

"... Seeing you again wasn't part of my plans," he began in his deep voice as he let his hand fall back, his eyes fixed on the windshield and the dimly lit street.

Childe kept his eyes on the tea in his hands.

"I honestly thought you were out of my life at last. And then I opened the door of this café and there you were at the counter."

He sighed again.

"It brought up a lot of things. Way too much. Hatred, anger, a deep desire for revenge. But also you were there, close at hand. With your tired features despite being so young. Smiling and being enthusiastic despite the absence of light in your eyes. And, I don't know, it just froze me."

Childe took another sip of tea, letting the liquid flow down his throat, warming him from the inside. He was still trembling, his stomach in knots, speechless.

"And I wanted to talk to you. To talk. About what? I don't know, we've never really had anything to talk about except work and sex. About the situation? It's all been said before. And before I know it, I'm kissing you."

A mirthless laugh ran through him.

"I'm the one who rejects you, does everything to get you out of my life, and here I am slamming you up against a wall to kiss you. Only to have you punch me in the face."

He rubbed his aching jaw.

"You destroyed me."

Childe's voice, so low, seemed to clatter in the interior. Zhongli turned his golden eyes on him.

"You destroyed my career and revealed our relationship to everyone because you couldn't accept that it would end," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"I know. And I knew I was in the wrong. I blamed myself terribly. That's why I apologized and then worked myself to death, I wanted to prove my sincerity to you and I was hanging on to my job. I'd already screwed it up once... I worked so hard to rebuild everything. And you were so unfair to me but I endured in silence. Because I deserved it. And I promised myself I'd never mix work and private life again, and despite everything, you took me home and there you kissed me and it all happened so fast."

He swallowed hard, his head still lowered, his eyes riveted on the tea in his hands.

"And I let myself. I invited you into my home, got down on my knees for you, opened my legs for you, and once your business was done you were gone so quickly. And I, like an idiot, didn't see it coming. I sucked you off thinking of nothing but your own pleasure, and all the while you had your fucking phone stashed away to film me!"

A tear fell into the tea.

"You were just looking for revenge and to get rid of me. And everyone saw me and..."

His voice broke and he took a sharp breath, his vision blurred by tears. He sniffed pitifully, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

"Wherever I go, I feel all eyes on me. Not a day goes by without a customer coming in and I wonder if they've stumbled across that video somewhere on the Internet. And I'd worked so hard, all those sleepless nights and weekends, for what? To be fired without any protection... Nothing! No reward! And you were right, I'm not indispensable. So why did I work so hard for nothing?! Why did I sacrifice my health and my life to get nothing in return?! Why did I agree to get into your damn car!"

The cup slipped from his hand and the tea spilled onto his pants. He undid his seatbelt and abruptly opened the car door.

"Childe, wait!" Zhongli exclaimed, grabbing his wrist.

"Don't touch me!" He shouted, dryly taking his arm back.

"Let me take you home! It's late and it could be dangerous!"

"So what?!"

He turned abruptly toward him, his cheeks wet with tears, his reddened eyes focused on him.

"Why do you care?! Let me out of your life! Oh, with any luck, someone will stab me so I'll really be out of your life!" he spat angrily.

Zhongli's eyes widened in horror and he grabbed his arm hard, almost shaking him.

"Don't say that!"

"What? You expect me to believe you never hoped I never existed? That with your fucking video I wasn't going to throw myself off a roof or hang myself and get it over with and disappear? Did you never expect to hear that fucking news?"

"STOP!"

He forcefully tackled Childe against his chest and held him with a firm hand against his neck, his other arm surrounding him forcefully despite the young man who was struggling and screaming. Then Childe stopped fighting, his face buried against Zhongli’s shoulder, his whole body shaken by his tears.

And Zhongli did not let go.

Written on November, 2023.

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Dark Office [5/?] | ZhongChi

TW: Dub-con

The sentence was passed the following afternoon.

Fired.

He had to pack up his things under the gaze of his colleagues, their silence crying out. Zhongli looked up at him just once. He left the office with his back straight and his throat tight. His colleague was waiting for him by the elevator. She had offered him a lift home. It would save him the hassle of transporting his box full of stuff through the transports. They drove in silence.

"I wish I could have done more. What they did was abuse of power," she sighed, a defeatist look painting her face.

"It's no use thinking about it," he replied in a neutral tone before smiling at her. "Thanks for being here."

His footsteps were heavy on the stairs. And when his door slammed behind him and he found himself facing the place where he had gone down on his knees despite his principles -those damn principles he had put in place to keep himself out of trouble-, his arms fell back sharply. The box crashed to the ground with a sound of breaking.

He inhaled. His breath choked in his throat. He passed a hand over his eyes.

"Shit..."

Like a rope breaking deep inside him, the sobs got the better of him.

______

Nights were always quiet at the café. Childe yawned and readjusted his cap before stretching. On this particular evening, he was in charge of closing and was therefore alone. With his back to the counter, he smiled at the meme Tonia had sent him. His sister was going out of her way to make him happy, even though it was his job. His smile faded. The doorbell rang and footsteps approached the counter. He shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned around, a big smile on his face.

"Good evening! What can I get you?" He exclaimed enthusiastically before his voice choked on the last words, his smile froze.

Zhongli widened his golden eyes, frozen. They stared at each other for long seconds that seemed like hours. The café began to swirl around him.

Ice flowed through his veins and his hands began to tremble under the counter. It had been two years since he had seen Zhongli.

This was a nightmare. A fucking waking nightmare.

"Childe," Zhongli's deep voice rang out, snapping him out of his trance. The older man's lips pursed. "I never thought I'd see you again. Especially here."

He glanced vaguely at the café, a look of disdain on his face. Childe's face flushed. The café didn't look like much, but it was cozy and their service was excellent. Aether and Lumine had worked hard to build it, and they had gotten Childe out of trouble by hiring him.

A nerve twitched near his temple.

"What can I get you?"

"Coffee. Black. No sugar."

"On the spot or to go?"

"Do you still serve on the spot at this hour?"

Childe merely tilted his head slightly, his professional smile plastered to his lips.

"To go."

"Coming right up! That'll be 5 moras!"

He turned and hurried to get busy on the machine. For a moment, he considered spitting into the coffee, but Zhongli was staring at him. He could feel the weight of his gaze on him, as if trying to drill into his back. The tension made his shoulders ache.

Zhongli looked as if he hadn't aged a day in two years. Unchangeable.

No, it wasn't true. He had changed. The bastard managed to look even more handsome than before in his long black coat over his elegant -and very expensive- three-piece suit.

Childe had changed. Fatigue creased his features and he was even paler than usual. He looked like a ghost, but with freckles. Or a stained sheet.

His ginger locks protruded from his cap, their wild curls caressing the nape of his neck and his forehead, a little too long.

He poured the coffee into a to-go mug and his hand twitched at the urge to grab a marker and write "Asshole" on it, but they didn't write customers' names here.

He turned around, his fake smile still plastered on his face.

"There you go!" he exclaimed with too much enthusiasm, setting the hot cup down on the counter.

Zhongli slid the coin in his direction and their fingers brushed. Electricity surged through him and he abruptly withdrew his hand.

"Thank you and good evening!"

He hastily put the change away while Zhongli took the mug and inhaled the scent.

"Hmm, a coffee with beans is always better, no matter what time it is."

"I'm glad to know you appreciate our services! Feel free to come back!"

What? No! He had spoken too fast!

A half-smile twitched Zhongli's lips.

"I wouldn't hesitate."

He took a sip of the coffee. Childe hoped he would burn his tongue.

"Considering the quality and the price, I'd definitely come back."

Childe clenched his fists under the counter. What was he trying to do? Was he just trying to be polite by complimenting him?

"If I'd known, I'd have drunk the coffees you made me."

Childe slammed the cash register shut.

"I hope you have a nice evening!"

Zhongli stared at him before placing the mug back on the counter.

"Childe, I-"

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. It's time for me to close the café," he pointed to the clock, relief warming his limbs as he saw the time.

Zhongli sighed, picked up his mug and left. The young man released his breath and let his forehead fall back against the counter. This simple interaction seemed to have taken ten years off his life.

The cleaning finished him and he closed the coffee door in a yawn. He only dreamed of one thing: putting his head against his pillow and sleeping for long hours. But he still had to catch the bus for that.

"Ajax."

He froze. Zhongli was waiting for him near his car. He had not seen him. He swallowed painfully and buried the keys in his bag before throwing it on one of his shoulders.

"Stop being childish and don't ignore me."

His jaw tightened and he turned towards him.

"Are you really fucking kidding me! Couldn’t you just take the coffee and walk away?"

Zhongli’s eyes narrowed.

"You’re mad at me."

"Does that surprise you? Guess you’re not as smart as we think you are!"

He advanced but Zhongli blocked his way.

"Get away!" he grumbled.

"Not until we talk!"

"What makes you think I want to talk to you? Oh, unless you still want me to kneel down and apologize for the harm I did to you? What a horrible person I am, I didn’t think about it!"

"Enough!" Rumbled Zhongli, pushing him against the wall. "Even after all these years you can’t grasp what you destroyed!"

"Oh well yes, that, and that’s why you had me expelled from the company as soon as you had the opportunity! And look at me, serving coffee and smiling for assholes all day! Who looks the most unhappy now? It’s true that you look poorly off with your pretty costume! It must cost a lot of money!"

"Enough!" Zhongli ordered, grabbing his jaw, viciously squeezing his fingers against his skin.

Childe struck him. Strands of hair slid across Zhongli’s forehead, shattering his perfect image.

And Childe hated himself.

He hated himself for feeling desire for the man who had destroyed him.

Zhongli pressed his lips against his and Childe stiffened completely.

His heart beat strongly against his chest, each beat devouring all the other sounds around him. He was shaking. He pushed Zhongli but he did not move, and panic seized him. His hand prevented him from turning his head. He shoved his teeth into his lower lip and Zhongli recoiled in a growl. Childe’s fist crashed into his jaw, making him back away.

"Damn it!" he groaned pressing one hand against his jaw, blood tasting from his lip, fury chilling his eyes.

Before he stops.

Childe trembled, tears streaming down his face, his teeth clasping against each other. He felt his breath racing. Everyone saw him. Everyone watched him. Naked, unprotected, alone in front of the eyes of others.

"Ajax..."

Zhongli reached out and he flinched.

"Don’t!"

He took a deep breath, clasping his palms against his eyes, trying to keep his body under control.

"Please, let me..."

"I can’t leave you like this in the middle of the street."

Zhongli’s voice was sweet, so sweet, and his tears redoubled.

"You’re just making things worse! Please leave me alone!"

"Let me at least call someone, you can’t be alone."

"No!"

The idea that someone else sees him as he was, pitiful, weak.

Debauched.

He felt like he was sick.

He wiped his tears, avoiding Zhongli’s gaze. And now he was starting to feel concern for him!

"Look, I’m better. Now, leave me."

"And you’re gonna walk home like this?"

"Why do you care?"

"At least let me take you home," he said, pointing to his car.

Childe opened his mouth to protest before giving up, exhausted.

"Only if you promise not to touch me."

"I won’t touch you, I promise."

"... all right."

Written on November, 2023.

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Neighbors | ZhongChi

Modern AU

Childe threw more than he put down his bag once his front door was slammed. He was exhausted and frustrated. This wasn't his day, and after that disastrous plane, all he could dream of was a nice hot shower before sinking into his sofa in front of a good series.

As the hot water slid over his body, he finally allowed himself to sigh. The pressure was beginning to ease and he kept his eyes closed, the hot water gradually loosening the tension in his muscles.

The shrill ringing of his doorbell made him jump.

He gritted his teeth but decided to ignore it. He wasn't expecting anyone, it was evening, he wasn't expecting a package. To hell with the doorbell!

The bell rang again a minute later as he finally began to relax again. Childe turned off the water and angrily grabbed a towel to put around his waist before abruptly opening his front door when the doorbell sounded for the third time.

"What?!"

The man at his door jerked back, widening his singular golden eyes, a fine orange line enhanced the beauty of their colors.

"Excuse me for disturbing you at such an hour and especially during your shower. I'm your new neighbor, Zhongli."

"Fascinating," Childe quipped sarcastically, before his brain, which had just registered the information - such a hot new neighbor?! Wow- took over. "Er, no. I mean, delighted."

He grimaced and Zhongli smiled charmingly. All his fury had dissipated. The man wasn't handsome, he was gorgeous. And elegant.

"I heard you come in and would have loved to introduce myself on a better occasion, unfortunately I need your help. I inadvertently dropped one of my research notebooks on your balcony."

"Oh, if it's just that, you should have stepped right over it and retrieved it."

The downside of this building was its balconies far too close with a really small gap between them. Zhongli tilted his head curiously to one side.

"Step over it?"

Childe blinked and realized that Zhongli must have taken him for a savage.

Yes, no, indeed, perhaps it wasn't very civilized.

"Hmm, no, it's not safe. Anyway."

Childe rubbed the back of his neck, calling himself an idiot.

"Do you want to come inside while I get it for you?"

"I wouldn't want to disturb you."

"You don't."

He stepped back from the door to let Zhongli into the small entryway, and Childe realized two things. His apartment hadn't been washed for two weeks, having been with his parents during that time, and he had thrown his things and shoes everywhere. And he was standing naked in his driveway, water dripping down his body, forming a small puddle at his feet, with a simple towel around his waist to preserve his new neighbor's eyes. His cheeks and ears suddenly turned red.

"Uh, wait, uh, I'm coming back to put on something... Something."

"Please, it's my fault for bothering you."

Childe dashed off to his room with the sound of Zhongli's low laughter at his heels. As he vigorously dried his body before putting on a pair of tracksuit and a sweatshirt, Childe couldn't help but turn this short interaction over and over in his head. Zhongli was gorgeous. Zhongli was elegantly dressed. Zhongli had a deep, suave voice that sent shivers all over his body. Zhongli was his new next-door neighbor.

He felt like a shy, ashamed teenager in front of his crush.

Not that Zhongli is his crush! He had just met him! Childe was a grown man, he couldn't have a crush on the newcomer!

His hair dripping against his forehead, he retrieved the little brown-covered notebook from his balcony before handing it back to Zhongli, who was politely waiting for him in the entrance hall.

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, it's normal after all."

His eyes fell on his bare feet and the... Zhongli was in slippers. Beige slippers, classic, but slippers. With his elegant shirt, elegant jacket and elegant straight pants. Childe forced himself to look up sharply and grin at him.

"Pleased to meet you again. Sorry about the unflattering encounter. Zhongli, right? I'm Ajax, but everyone calls me Childe."

Zhongli had already opened the front door, but turned to shake Childe's outstretched hand. His smile seemed to light up his golden eyes.

"Pleased to meet you, Ajax."

[End]

Written on February 12th, 2024.

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Dark Office [4/?] | ZhongChi

TW: NSFW, Dark Zhongli

Childe buried his face in his hands, his nails scraping his skull. His colleague passed a comforting hand over his shoulders, whispering to him to breathe in, that's it, like that, exhale slowly.

When he lifted his head, his eyes were red with tears.

"What am I going to do?"

"The person who posted this seems to have taken precautions, but maybe you know their identity? It's reprehensible by law what they've done!"

Childe shuddered as the door to the break room opened.

"Ajax, you're wanted in the supervisor's office."

It was the first time he had set foot in the supervisor's office. Back straight, barely seated on the edge of the chair, he faced several superiors, including the supervisor. He felt like a sheep ready to be sent to the slaughter.

"We know about this pornographic video that's circulating in our company's offices right now. We intend to take sanctions against you."

"Wait, I'm not the one who circulated the video!" Childe panicked.

"I didn't think so. I told you it couldn't have been him diffusing it," whispered one of the executives, leaning towards the supervisor.

"We're aware that you're certainly not the diffuser, but you're the person on the video. Your presence is disrupting the company's work and jeopardizing our reputation."

Childe's eyes widened. No support from the company for his victim status. No protection. Nothing. He was being thrown under the bus.

And then he realized.

He was facing his superiors who had seen the video. Who had seen him naked, on his knees, with a cock in his mouth.

"I'm a model employee!" He exclaimed, interrupting the supervisor, who frowned. "I have excellent quarterly results and I work hard for this company! You can even see within my team, they'll confirm my seriousness and efficiency!"

"We should think more accordingly and indeed question his manager."

Childe's temperature dropped suddenly. He opened his mouth but the supervisor raised his hand.

"We have a meeting with the CEO tomorrow to discuss your situation. We will clarify your situation following this meeting. You can go back to work."

Sitting at his desk, Childe felt as if all eyes were on him. But was it just an impression?

His entire team had seen him naked, sucking some guy's dick.

A drop of sweat slid down his spine. His hand trembled on his keyboard and he blinked, rereading the same sentence on the screen several times in succession. He glanced to his left and saw one of his colleagues looking away quickly. In the background, two others were whispering. He swallowed hard. His gaze shifted to Zhongli, who remained impassive, focused on his screen.

He refocused on his work, or at least tried to.

He got up to go to the bathroom when he heard two voices in the corridor.

"I'd never have thought that of him..."

"Ugh, he disgusts me! I can't believe they haven't fired him yet!"

Childe took refuge on the company roof. Away from the door, he let his back slide along the wall and stared at the city below. The wind was cold against his clammy skin, but he didn't react. The sun declined and the sky turned dark as he finally rose. Inside, the company was silent, most of its employees having gone home. He went to get his things and froze.

Zhongli was standing, putting on his jacket, ready to leave. He looked up when he heard him, and his golden gaze hardened.

They were alone in the office.

Childe forced himself to take a long breath, clenching his fists to keep his hands from trembling, and approached him. His nails dug into the skin.

"Zhongli, we need to talk."

"I've got nothing to say to you, Childe. You should go home, especially with your absenteeism this afternoon."

His teeth crunched together.

"My absenteeism? Does that surprise you?"

Zhongli plunged his icy gaze into his and an unpleasant shiver ran through him.

"I don't remember allowing you to speak to me with such familiarity. As long as you work for this company, you have to do your job. You didn't do it today."

His stomach twisted and he forced himself to remain calm.

"You've been summoned by the supervisor to discuss my situation?"

"That's none of your business."

He buckled his briefcase and the metallic sound echoed through the office. Childe exhaled slowly before dropping to his knees.

"Childe, what are you..."

"I beg you, Zhongli, don't let them fire me. You know better than anyone here how productive and serious I am! You've tripled my workload and despite that I've continued to deliver good results!"

His whole body trembled and his eyes grew moist. His head hung low as he stared at the tips of Zhongli's impeccably polished shoes.

"I'm truly sorry! I'll do anything you ask! But please, don't let them fire me!"

"You're not irreplaceable, Childe," Zhongli's harsh voice echoed above him. "I'll tell the truth tomorrow when I'm questioned about you. Your presence disturbs the team."

The shoes disappeared from his field of vision and he heard him walk away. The glass door slammed shut like a cleaver.

Written on November 2023.

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Dark Office [3/?] | ZhongChi

TW: NSFW, Dark Zhongli

In the weeks that followed, Childe was unable to finish on time. Forced to run right to left with a colossal workload, he was always the last of the team to leave as it grew dark outside, coming home to collapse immediately into bed before his alarm clock went off, heralding a new hellish cycle.

He had even take work home with him to get a head start on the weekend.

Not for a moment did he utter a single complaint. It didn't matter that his back was aching despite his young age, that he had to eat instant food to get back to work quickly, and that he had no time for anything but sleep once the job was done. His efforts would pay off later. His future self would thank him.

He stretched, stifling a yawn. It was nearly 10pm and next to his computer was the fifth - or was it the sixth? - cup of coffee of the day. He rubbed his eyes. It was the middle of the week, but all he wanted to do was sleep in.

"Childe."

He gasped violently. Zhongli was standing next to him, hands in his pockets.

"It's already 10pm. Go home."

"I still have to finish this and then I'll go home."

He refocused on the screen before freezing. Zhongli had just put his hand on his shoulder.

"Go home, Childe. You can finish tomorrow, it's not urgent."

His heart was pounding in his chest. Was this a test to see if he could survive the workload Zhongli was imposing on him? Or to check his sincerity? The warmth emanating from his hand penetrated his shirt and he felt a firework lodge in his belly.

Ah. Even after all these years, his feelings for him hadn't disappeared.

"Turn off that computer. I'll take you home, I owe you that much."

The heat disappeared and Zhongli headed for the glass doors, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Childe felt like protesting, but the idea of going home now, warm in a car rather than in the cold and discomfort of public transport was far too tempting.

The trip to the underground parking lot was made in silence. Childe tightened his grip on his bag, his nervousness tensing his muscles. It was nothing more than a ride home. Nothing more. Zhongli had offered to drop him off at his place, and that was more than generous.

The interior of his car smelled of leather and the faint scent of incense. Everything was spotless, as if the car were brand new. Zhongli always took care of his surroundings.

"What's your address?"

Childe gave it to him and Zhongli pulled out of the parking lot before fluidly turning onto the road. The dark interior and the sound of the road lulled him and his heavy eyelids closed.

He awoke with a start. Zhongli's eyes widened. He was close to him, his hand gently shaking him by the shoulder. They stared at each other in silence, their breaths caressing their faces.

"We've arrived, Childe," he breathed without moving.

The young man ran his tongue over his dry lips without thinking, and Zhongli's eyes instantly focused on him.

Their mouths crashed together.

They landed in Childe's apartment, kissing voraciously, their hands lost in each other's hair. They pulled apart to breathe, their gazes plunged into each other's eyes. Their noses brushed.

"... Would you like to stay the night?" Childe asked breathlessly.

Zhongli crushed his lips to his, their teeth clashing. There was a slight taste of blood in his mouth. Finally, he pulled away, his forehead pressed against his.

"Just tonight."

Childe was having trouble concentrating on his screen. The events of the previous night kept coming back, and he felt as if he were going to burst into flames on the spot by sheer spontaneous combustion. He glanced in Zhongli's direction. He was concentrated at his desk, impassive. Childe got up and headed for the break room. Coffee in hand, he stifled a yawn. He had slept very little last night and was beginning to wonder whether it would be time for a trip to the nap room today when one of his colleagues approached him.

"Childe, I need to talk to you."

"Yes, of course. What's up?"

She looked nervous, her lips pursed. They were alone in the break room, but she kept glancing toward the door.

"There's... A video that's started circulating around the company since this morning."

"Yes, and?"

She sighed.

"I'm sorry, Childe, but you really need to see this."

She handed him her mobile and Childe stared at the screen, frowning, before freezing.

He was on video. A video taken in his apartment while he was naked, on his knees, sucking off a man.

The world suddenly began to spin. He staggered backwards, his knees hitting the sofa on which he collapsed.

"No... This can't be..."

His breath compressed in his chest. He felt hot. Then cold. Then hot again.

The video had been short but left no room for doubt, highlighting his face. He recognized the room behind it. Which meant only one thing.

This video had been taken the day before.

[End of part 3]

Written on November 2023.

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Dark Office | ZhongChi

Ajax hated himself for what he had done. For throwing out the window his now dead and buried relationship with Zhongli, his career and also for throwing Zhongli himself under the bus.

The news of his firing came with no surprise.

Finding work was difficult with the reputation that now stuck to him. He had no one to blame but himself.

Three years later, Ajax had moved to another town and had been working for a promising new company for a year. The team affectionately called him "Childe" because of his youth. He was a model employee, serious and productive, no longer mixing his private and professional lives. His romantic and/or sexual relationships were at a standstill, but he preferred to focus on building his career and good working relationships.

Their manager had retired and, a few weeks earlier, his team had received the news that a new manager would soon be arriving. An up-and-coming talent that the company had personally gone searching. Childe knew that, despite his one year's experience with the team, he was at the bottom of the ladder, barely above the interns, and still the newbie. If he had to serve coffee and make photocopies for his new manager in addition to his work duties, he would do it, even if it meant making the best coffee in town. Whatever the cost, he had to prosper professionally and make it last, the two years of hardship he had caused himself forever etched in his mind.

His world seemed to fall apart that Monday morning. He was at his desk early as usual, his computer on and already working at 9am, when the superiors came in.

"Attention everyone!"

The whole team looked up and were immediately on their feet. Childe stood up straight before freezing. Beside them stood a tall, handsome man, elegantly dressed, his suit perfectly tailored to his seductive figure and bringing out his singular golden eyes concealed behind elegant glasses frames.

Zhongli.

"We'd like to introduce you to your new manager, Mr. Zhongli."

The team greeted the newcomer in unison, several women glancing at each other, cheeks flushed.

"I'd like to thank you for your welcome," Zhongli's deep voice said, as he cast a circular glance at the entire team, a pleasant smile on his lips, before his gaze locked on a very pale Childe.

His gaze turned icy.

Later, taking refuge in the bathroom, Childe splashed cold water on his face. His hands were shaking and his throat was tight. Was this some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him?

Not now, Childe! Not after all this effort!

He straightened up and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Inhaled. Breathed out. He readjusted his black tie, put his shirt back on properly, combed his wild locks as best he could, their reddish color catching the harsh light of the bathroom.

The past was the past.

Given the chance, Childe would apologize to Zhongli because he knew he had to. But he was the perfect employee, and Zhongli was his manager again.

It was up to him to work hard to re-establish a proper working relationship.

That first week passed in cold, painful indifference. Some employees noticed their new manager's attitude towards Childe. How coldly he treated him, barely giving him a glance when Childe was trying so hard. The young man joked that it was normal to behave this way towards him until he had fully proven himself. In the second week, Zhongli gave him one or two more glances. Pursing his lips dismissively when he brought him his morning coffee. Coffee he refused to touch when it was Childe who prepared it.

It was the end of the second week, the clock had gone well past 9pm and Childe and Zhongli were the only two people left in the office. The young man stretched and stared at his finished work. He massaged the back of his neck and turned off his computer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhongli get up and put on his jacket. His every gesture was always measured, vibrant with elegance. And he was still working as hard and as seriously as ever.

Childe stood up.

"Excuse me, may I have a word?"

"If it's about work, it can wait until tomorrow morning, Childe."

He shuddered under the coldness of his tone but approached his desk.

"I'd like to apologize, Zhongli. I didn't get a chance to and I know I owe you a real apology."

Zhongli turned to him, his face closed.

Zhongli's lips formed a bitter crease. Then he gave a cold laugh. Grating.

"Three years later is a bit too late, *Ajax*."

Childe stiffened but remained calm. Zhongli had every right to be angry at him.

"I firmly believe it's never too late. I know that you certainly didn't want to see me again and that having me on your team again must be unpleasant. But I'm truly sorry. I'm not looking for your forgiveness or for you to accept my apology. Just that you know."

"If it clears your conscience," sighed Zhongli, buttoning his jacket.

"I've wronged you for no reason. I've really been a jerk, Zhongli."

His golden gaze focused on him.

"Wronged me? You call that just wronged me? You've destroyed my reputation and almost demolished my career I'd worked so hard to build! I had to hang on almost to the point of burnout to keep from losing it all as I felt the weight of other people's gazes whispering in my way! You may have been shamelessly flaunting your sexuality for all to see, but I hadn't even come out! I refuse to let anyone poke their nose into my private life, and I offered you a little piece so you could spit it out for all to see before throwing up on me!"

Childe remained stoic. He deserved Zhongli's wrath. He even deserved his insults and blows.

"If you're really that sincere, you won't mind working even harder to prove your sincerity?"

Zhongli's tone was evil, a sound he had never heard before in his voice.

"I'll work three times as hard even if I have to!"

"That didn't fall on deaf ears."

He jostled him with a shoulder as he passed, and the glass door to their offices slammed behind him.

Written on November 2023.

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Punishment [3/4] | ZhongChi

TW: Graphic violence

The bonds were strong and prevented him from moving. Tied to the bed, Childe counted the hours, staring at the ceiling. He had tried to bite his tongue earlier, forcing Zhongli to make him drink an infusion with powerful sedative properties. Childe spent his days between artificial sleep and stifled wakefulness. When he opened his heavy eyelids, Zhongli was sometimes there, sitting at his bedside. Why did worry have to paint his beautiful face? Hatred and disgust would have been easier than the expression that veiled his golden eyes. Closing his heavy eyelids again, he felt Zhongli gently push a lock of hair from his eyes, and the urge to cry was crushed by the sedative.

Childe was fast asleep. In this state, he looked even younger, the weight of his actions lifted from him during these precious moments. Zhongli followed the delicate curve of his freckled nose, feeding off the vision of the sleeping young man. Tirelessly, he etched and etched his features in his mind until he could see them once his eyes were closed. He missed his smile and the beauty of his breathtaking blue eyes, but that was the price he had to pay to get better.

"O Rex Lapis, forgive my intrusion," came Ningguang's voice from behind him. "This has gone on too long. Your affection for this boy has only postponed the inevitable."

Zhongli pursed his lips.

"He's not ready."

"Postponing his punishment is even crueler. Qixing grows impatient, and Liyue wonders."

"Liyue wonders for themselves or me?"

"I'm worried about you, Rex Lapis. Is all this truly for him or for you?"

Zhongli froze.

"Forgive me for the boundaries I'm crossing, but we won't wait any longer for retribution."

"... Leave us."

The door closed behind Ningguang and Zhongli raised a trembling hand to Childe, allowing himself to caress his skin. How thin he had grown.

The fatigue was overwhelming, and even more so was his role. The constant stares were like arrows that never missed their target. His contract for Liyue, his chains.

How Zhongli wished he had stopped being Archon at that moment.

With his mind still clouded by the sedative's strong properties, Childe's knees hit the flat flagstones. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was caressing his bare back. Arms chained in front of him, the crowd gathered around the square was as violent as a tempestuous swell. His hair stood on end at his tormentor's approach, and the crowd held its breath as the whip cracked.

Childe gritted his teeth.

The whip lashed his back, his muscles contracting, knotting under the pain that wracked his nerves.

His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against each other. The number of his victims was imprinted on his skin as ferociously as the pen of a skilled calligrapher.

His back was no longer pale, the freckles on his skin buried beneath the red of his open wounds. The whip cracked, fiercer than salt, and his nerves threatened to snap.

The executioner covered his old scars with vermilion paint, bruising his flesh to the bone. His ears hissed, and his jaw cracked.

Pain screamed in his mind, and he wanted to cry, to beg, to seek out Zhongli's golden eyes, which he knew would never leave his sight. He wanted to plunge into his amber irises and drink in the comfort he would find there. How stupid he had been to ignore him. How stupid he had been not to take what he was offering.

He should have been crying, screaming, begging him in that damn room. Seduce him, bind him to himself by honor and contract.

Him and his pride.

If only the whip could finish him off. No more pain. No more punishment. No more beautiful golden eyes.

But Childe kept his head down, staring at the pavement against which his knees rubbed.

And no sound broke through his closed lips.

Qixing raised his head and, like a powerless puppet, he was forced to drink the bitter liquid that gnawed at his esophagus. For he was forbidden to succumb to hunger during his torment.

He was on his own. Darkness enveloped him, his bruised knees pressed against the cold floor of the cave where they had dragged him. His will had almost given way when his chains had been nailed through the palms of his hands and wrists, short enough to keep him on the tips of his knees.

And the light had been snatched from him when they had brought him here to his torment.

He felt thick drops trickling down his back, the cold making him shiver, rushing cruelly into his open wounds. Time was slowly unravelling. How long had it been since they had left him here to rot? His stomach knotted, hunger nagged at him, a sharp blade stirring in his gut. Was it hours or days? Fatigue made his thighs tremble, and when his strength left him and he tried to lean on his heels, his hands and wrists twisted his nerves in unbearable pain, and he could not suppress a whistle.

Drops of water fell from the ceiling of the cave, sometimes distant, sometimes so close that they struck his back.

Everything was black and opaque around him. Perhaps he had become blind? The sound of the drops was a guarantee that he was at least not deaf. He was alone, the cold and the hunger tormenting him, a remnant of the passing of time. Was it an hour? One day? One week?

Loneliness had never been so unbearable.

A drop fell away, barely resonating against the damp walls of the cave.

And Childe screamed.

[End of part 3]

Written on February 7th, 2024.

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Dark Office | ZhongChi

Modern AU

TW: NSFW, Dark Zhongli, toxic relationship

Ajax is an employee of a large company and his manager is Mr. Zhongli, a handsome, respectable man who attracts attention wherever he goes for his beauty, intelligence and elegance. His charisma is magnetic and attracted the young man from the moment he joined the team. The glances he gave him over the desk were discreet - or so he thought, until Mr. Zhongli suddenly raised his head and plunged his singular golden gaze into his. Ajax felt as if time had stopped. Later that day, his manager cornered him in the archive room. With the shelf at his back, his entire horizon was blocked by the older man, who raised his chin with an inquisitive finger.

"I get the impression that your admiration for me goes beyond professionalism," he whispered in his deep voice.

"It's not just an impression, Mr. Zhongli."

His body tingled as Zhongli leaned over to slide an hour against his ear. In the evening, Ajax hurried down the stairs to the underground parking lot before slipping into his manager's car. His lips were immediately on his and the young man was devoured in the car. This was the beginning of their sexual relationship.

Zhongli was a demanding man in bed. Demanding and authoritarian. Ajax, though full of self-confidence, found himself melting in the bed, fucked stupid against the mattress.

At work, they let nothing of their relationship show. But Ajax often nibbled on the end of his pencil, thinking that the seriousness and authoritarianism of his manager at work was reflected in the evening when he pushed him onto the bed and took him until the morning, sheets soiled and pillow soaked with tears.

It was another one of those nights. Ajax lay naked on the bed, his body scarred by Zhongli's hands and teeth, his cheeks wet with tears. He felt like he was floating, his lower back pulsing with a sweet pain reminiscent of their earlier fuck. The horizon lightened through the window and Zhongli emerged from the bathroom, his glasses on his nose, adjusting his cufflinks.

"Ajax, I think it's best if we stop."

The fall was sudden and painful. He blinked as he straightened on his elbows.

"Huh?"

"It was nice and fun while it lasted, but it's over now," Zhongli said without glancing at him.

Ajax swallowed his saliva with difficulty, feeling himself trembling.

"But why?"

His voice was far more pitiful than he wanted it to be. Zhongli finally looked up at him and smiled sympathetically.

"You're a handsome young man, but it ends there. You don't have the stamina to keep up, and your inexperience was adorable at first but it's beginning to bore me. And our relationship is rubbing off on your work. I made an exception with you but I hate mixing sex and work. And I refuse to let it affect my career. You can enjoy the hotel room a little longer, I've already paid."

And he left him alone, mouth agape and bleary on the bed.

Seeing Zhongli at work again was excruciating. He had kept trying to call him on his mobile, sending lots of messages before receiving just one telling him that Zhongli would be blocking his number from now on. Over his desk, Ajax glared at him. Angry looks, the looks of beaten puppies. But the young man was just hitting a wall of ice.

His frustration and pain exploded one evening. It was the end of the week and the whole team was gathered for dinner. Alcohol was flowing freely, adding salt to the wounds of Ajax, who kept glancing in the direction of his manager. Always perfectly calm. Always perfectly controlled. He downed his glass in one gulp to the cheers of his table.

"Wow, newbie, you've got quite a run tonight!"

"I'm not a newbie anymore, I've been on the team for almost a year."

"You're still the last one in, so you're still a newbie. I'm sure manager Zhongli agrees with me!"

He stiffens, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, did you hear that? Team 2's girl reportedly got a promotion after sucking off her manager!"

"Oh no, surely not?"

"If you want to move up the ladder, you know what you have to do! On your knees under the desk!"

"That won't work," Ajax interjected, noisily setting his glass down on the table. "No matter how well you suck Mr. Zhongli's cock, he'll never mix business with sex. Good-bye promotion."

"Tonight you're up against the manager! It's true he didn't miss the mistake you made today."

"It's not just today he didn't miss me," he crooned, grabbing a new bottle.

A firm hand came to rest on his wrist.

"I think this young man has had quite enough to drink already. Let's call it a night," Zhongli said in his deep, pleasant voice, a smile stretching his lips. The girls at the table suddenly began to blush and gabbled incomprehensible words. Ajax's teeth crunched together and he pulled a little harder on the bottle.

"I don't feel like it! Or are you going to forbid me that too?"

His glare silenced the table and Zhongli turned his piercing eyes on him. The young man pouted, then grinned.

"Now that I think about it, it's really not fair that I didn't get a promotion! If you'd asked me, I'd have wrecked my knees under your desk in a heartbeat! I mean, I did it on that rug the other day! I had burns all over my skin! That and the fucking bite marks you left me everywhere and I always had to be careful to hide!"

Zhongli widened his eyes and Ajax rose suddenly, rolling the glasses on the table.

"Oh well that’s true, why hide who you really are to the whole team? They also have the right to know how you have several times stuck *reaaaaaally* well your hard and fat dick in my ass! Or how you jumped on me the first time I got in your car!"

"Ajax has drunk enough, it’s time to stop for tonight," whistled Zhongli in a hard voice while glaring at him.

"Huh, why not? I may not have enough stamina yet but I think with your precious teachings, I’m not as inexperienced as I used to be!"

He staggered and caught up on Zhongli who pushed him dry. Ajax then contorted himself forward and vomited on Zhongli’s spotless shoes.

Zhongli’s gaze was forever etched in his memory.

Written on November 6th, 2023.

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Braindump n°2 | ZhongChi

Modern AU

The doorbell rang in the café. Childe turned and a smile stretched his lips.

The newcomer was magnificent. The suit he wore emphasized his tall figure and his long brown hair was tied back. He locked his golden eyes on Childe's blue gaze and approached the counter.

"Hello, what can I get you?" He grinned, devouring him with his eyes.

"Chamomile, please. On the spot."

His deep voice sent a volley of shivers through his body.

"A tea? Not coffee?"

"Do we judge customers' tastes?"

An amused gleam lit his eyes and Childe chuckled.

"I can't guarantee anything about the quality of the tea."

The man leaned over the counter.

"Don't underestimate your abilities, baobei. Your tea has improved greatly since you started working here."

Childe turned red and his smile grew even bigger.

"With the blessing of my lover, I can only succeed. Perhaps a kiss to give me courage?"

Zhongli's low laugh always made him quiver with pleasure.

"You're insatiable, my love."

He planted a quick, chaste kiss on his lips before stepping back.

"You'll be entitled to another when you've finished your service."

His heart in celebration, Childe dutifully infused the chamomile before bringing it to the table where Zhongli had settled.

"Thank you for coming to keep me company during the last hours of my shift," he said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Always, my love."

Written on February 3rd, 2024

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The Lighthouse [2/3] | ZhongChi

Zhongli went down the narrow rocky path every day. With his notebook under his arm, he would sit on a mossy rock, the sea splashing against his shoes. The wind turned the pages until he folded up his notebook and gazed out over the landscape. The last pages were covered with the same landscape drawn in pencil. By now, he knew the layout of the sea-swept rocks and the lighthouse rising high on the left.

He would watch the dark, opaque blue waves for hours, hoping to see him reappear. When the sun declined, he would light the lantern at his feet and climb back up the path to the lighthouse, where he would paint the Mermaid Man over and over again.

With the brush, he was able to commit the mermaid's facial features to memory.

A light, cold rain fell that day. Zhongli was even more careful not to slip on the narrow path. He hadn't taken his notebook with him, and the rain soaked into his hair, sticking to his skin. When he reached the rock, he placed his lantern at his feet, sat down, took in the scenery with his eyes and froze.

Between the foam-whitened rocks protruded two ocean-blue eyes, with auburn locks falling before them.

Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met and the mermaid disappeared beneath the water.

On other days, Zhongli felt he was being watched. When it wasn't raining, he would draw the head watching him between the rocks. From time to time, he would catch him straightening, moving his lips before frowning, frustration hardening his features. He systematically disappeared afterwards.

The sun was barely peeking through the clouds as the mermaid approached, wedging himself between the rocks below. His torso protruded from the sea and his skin was as pale as the pearls were white. He stared intently at Zhongli and raised his hand, pointing to his own ears. Zhongli shook his head and the mermaid stood there watching him, so close that if the painter leaned over, he could brush against him.

He just stood there. Zhongli drew him, his heart beating wildly. He glanced at him and saw him observing his notebook, his head tilted with curiosity. He then showed him the drawing he had just made.

His eyes widened in amazement and he moved his lips so fast that Zhongli couldn't read his lips. Then he smiled magnificently.

In the days that followed, the mermaid always came, posing for him, offering him his magnificent smile, and Zhongli reveled in the candor that shone in his big eyes when he discovered the drawing he had just made of him.

[End of part 2]

Written on January 31th, 2024

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The chapter 12 is out 🥰

Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? | A Genshin Fanfic | ZhongChi

Rating E | NSFW

Angst

TW : Anxiety & Depression, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Sm*t

Long fic, multiple chapters

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Braindump n°1 | ZhongChi

TW: violence, Childe x mob, non-con

The nightmare descended on him again, its talons tightening around his throat, gumming his mouth, gagging his cries. Childe was no longer Tartaglia, the 11th Harbinger. No, facing him, he was once again that gangly, lost teenager. Far too weak to resist him. Far too weak to scream. Far too ashamed to speak.

The nightmare began again when Childe saw his former instructor standing in the middle of the bank's lobby, the mask hiding the eyes he knew would pierce him, a smirk on his mouth. An icy shiver ran down his spine.

And his former instructor had pinned him against the wall, isolating him in his office. And Childe was no longer Tartaglia.

"Look how you've grown, Ajax. My pretty Harbinger. How proud I am of you and what you've become."

He had removed his mask and Childe could no longer escape that gaze, which burned him like the flames of hell. He was only slightly taller than him, more muscular, but Childe was a Harbinger.

And Childe was powerless.

His fingers trembled and all color had deserted his face. He gasped when the man touched his cheek.

"You're even more handsome than before, I never thought that possible. Did you miss me, Ajax?"

And the man reveled in the fear he read in his eyes. A fear so ancient rooted in him that Childe couldn't move.

And Childe wanted to scream, but his lips were sealed.

"I'd missed your smell."

The instructor rubbed his nose against her jaw, his breath warm on his skin, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Aw, Ajax, are you crying?"

His lips kissed his tears.

"Are you scared? Would you like to leave? But you can't, can you, Ajax? You're mine Ajax, remember?"

His breath was against his ear.

"I made you, Ajax."

Childe trembled, tears silently running down his cheeks. And Childe was no longer a Harbinger. He was nothing in front of him.

And then the man put his mouth to his and Childe's mind screamed. His hand slid to his waist, gripping his hip, his fingers digging into his skin, and Childe's mind screamed. His tongue slid over his lips, tasting the salt of his tears, his teeth sinking into his flesh, forcing his lips, his tongue insinuating itself into his mouth, invading him, driving out his own tongue, and Childe's mind screamed, screamed, screamed.

Paralyzed, eyes wide open, all his senses were his instructor. And there was a knock at the door, but his instructor continued to devour him, pressed against him, his hands on him, his tongue inside him, and the door opened and Childe was paralyzed.

"Childe?"

Zhongli's voice echoed through the room and his instructor finally stepped barely away from him to turn to the consultant. And Childe wished he hadn't dared look up at Zhongli, but his gaze was riveted on him, and the golden eyes that pierced him, wide.

"What's going on here?"

"Can't you see we're busy? Fuck off!"

And those golden eyes hardened, his lips pursing. Disappointment, disgust, anger. The room was falling apart on Childe. He was so small, a foul, stained creature.

Zhongli's eyes focused on the tears that flowed, on his big blue eyes that had never had such a look, and his fists clenched.

"Childe, are you okay ?"

Childe couldn't speak, his tongue far too heavy in his mouth. He couldn't move. But his eyes were screaming, begging. And fury seized Zhongli.

Childe closed his eyes, and his whole world spun. His instructor was torn from him, and the cold washed over him like a tide. A scream pierced his eardrums, and Childe's spirit howled, extinguishing the cries, the fury, the cracking bones.

His body trembled, soiled, and he stiffened as arms wrapped tightly around him and tore him from the wall. A smell of incense and tea invaded him, familiar, reassuring, anchoring him, and the lips against his hair weren't dirty. And the words spoken in a deep voice were gentle.

"I'm here, Childe. I'm here."

And Childe's mind was no longer screaming. His trembling hands clung to Zhongli's back. And when his knees gave way, Zhongli gently guided his fall, still holding him firmly, one hand on the back of his neck, protective.

Written on January 27th, 2024

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Punishment [2/?] | ZhongChi

TW: self-harm, blood

Childe barely fed himself. His body was weak and he hated his condition, but his wounds were healing slowly and the threatening shadow of the punishment that awaited him was far away.

His survival was his priority.

Zhongli was often at his bedside. Childe knew the features of his face by heart, but couldn't help drinking in the vision his presence offered. As he closed his eyes, hem saw again the gentleness of his gaze and the pursing of his lips as he changed his bandages, and watched the slow pace of his recovery.

Childe watched him, but never spoke to him. And when their eyes met, he looked away.

Childe could no longer hide his feelings for Zhongli from himself, but he couldn't forgive him either.

But Zhongli knew Childe very well. And the day he dreaded arrived early. Zhongli had just changed his bandages, but instead of leaving, he stayed. His insistent gaze foraged his profile and Childe stubbornly stared at the wall.

"Childe. You're an intelligent man. Sometimes too smart for your own good."

A finger caressed his bandaged arm and a shiver ran through the young man.

"I see what you're trying to do. It's time for this childishness to stop."

Childe clenched his teeth, feeling them grind against each other before turning his head towards him and charging headlong into the confrontation.

"Staying locked up here is punishment enough in itself!" he hissed angrily. "I'm far from my family, can't go out, and far too weak to get up and pee on my own! You're my punishment!"

Zhongli frowned.

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand! You're taking care of me! You brush aside my hair as it falls over my eyes so fucking gently! And all for what? To receive all this forethought only to be punished like a dog behind! You give me a fucking carrot so you can beat me better!"

His voice climbed a notch and Childe straightened up, his dull blue eyes shining with a rage that overflowed.

"I was only serving my country!"

Zhongli pursed his lips and Childe wanted to scream.

"You disappoint me, Childe. I thought you were more mature than that."

"I'm only human, Zhongli! Don't ever forget that! I'm a human being full of flaws and emotions! I can't silence them for your beautiful eyes and your stupid contracts to a country that isn't mine!"

A bitter laugh skimmed his throat and Childe tilted his head slightly, an evil smile stretching his lips.

"And what will you do, O great Archon? Force me to get better?"

Zhongli returned a few days later with the court physician. Childe's gaze pierced the god as the physician observed his wounds. And when the doctor and Zhongli stepped aside to talk in hushed tones, his knuckles trembled under the pressure of his fists.

Zhongli was checking his physical condition. For punishment. The shadow of what lay ahead threatened to engulf him.

Childe brought his wrist to his mouth and, without ever taking his eyes off Zhongli's back, sank his teeth into his flesh.

Pain ripped through his body and blood gushed between his lips, his pulse pounding wildly, but he resisted and his teeth plunged even deeper. His eyes were blurred by tears and the taste of iron made his head spin. But he resisted again and again, and his teeth plunged a little deeper.

"CHILDE!"

Zhongli immobilized him against the blood-stained mattress, his heart pounding, panic threatening to make him tremble.

"Heal him! Quickly!" he shouted to the doctor, who was looking eagerly at the open wrist.

And Zhongli's eyes widened in horror as he watched Childe. The young man gave him a bloody smile. A smile that didn't reach his tired-rimmed eyes, a tear sliding down his temple.

Written on January 25th, 2024

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The chapter 11 is finally out ! \o/

Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? | A Genshin Fanfic | ZhongChi

Rating E | NSFW

Angst

TW : Anxiety & Depression, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Sm*t

Long fic, multiple chapters

You can read it here

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Punishment [1/?] | ZhongChi

[AU where Zhongli is still Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon]

The silence had fallen. Amidst the debris of the Zapalyorni palace, Childe lay. The cold was gnawing at his flesh. Blood coagulated against his skin. The wind clawed at his limbs. Far away in the starry sky, the structure of Celestia lay motionless. Distant. Detached from Teyvat's affairs.

He approached noiselessly, and his tall silhouette appeared in the corner of his eye. In this desolate, pale setting, he was a stain of gold and brown, an earthly sun that moved among the ruins and snow with deadly grace.

His stern gaze fell on Childe, who didn't move, the blood that had stopped flowing from his nose covering his lips and chin. He could no longer feel his hands, eaten away by the cold, his arms stretched out on the ground like a tortured man.

"Am I dead?" he sighed.

"Not yet."

And a silent tear slid down his temple. For in defeat and his failure, he knew that if death didn't freeze him with its icy breath, if his memory kept whispering what he had done, nothing could allow him to escape Rex Lapis's calm, terrifying fury.

"You know why I'm here, Tartaglia."

He didn't answer, his weak breath fogging up the night air.

"I promised Liyue I'd avenge them. Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa are no more. You're the last Harbinger left, and the one they hate most. The Liyuens will never forget the fateful day you awakened the horrors buried in the ocean."

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and although the cold continued to gnaw at him, the suffering was welcoming.

"I'm not going to let you die, Tartaglia. Death is not a punishment. You're responsible for your own crimes even though you followed orders."

His empty, blurred gaze stared unseeing at the starry sky above him. He had never prayed to Celestia, and he implored them in silence. To offer him his end. To make him forget.

"I made the mistake of considering you a friend and invited you into my entourage. Your status as a diplomat was a decoy to better infiltrate us and strike us in the heart. In my heart."

His boots didn't graze Childe, but he felt crushed.

"You've forgotten who I was."

If only he could forget him... Forget everything. Forget himself.

His eyelids were heavy. Rex Lapis's imperious voice was distant. He closed his eyes.

Zhongli wrung out the cloth, the water dripping noisily into the small basin of water. With delicacy, he cleaned Childe's face. His pale skin, studded with freckles, was marked by rough bruises. He passed the cloth over his lips and chin, carefully wiping away the dried residue of blood.

He sensed Xiao coming up behind him but didn't turn, continuing his task.

"Rex Lapis. This task is degrading, especially for an archon such as yourself."

"What news do you bring me, Xiao?" Zhongli asked without paying attention to his words.

"The Qixing is getting impatient. They know you brought back that Harbinger and are demanding revenge and a just but exemplary punishment."

"And the Qixing will have what it asks for."

"What?"

The surprise that pierced Xiao's voice made him put the cloth down again before turning to him. The adepti stared at him with a puzzled look on his face, his gaze sliding over him and then over Childe who lay unconscious on the bed.

"Are you going to punish him?"

"Tartaglia is an enemy but also a traitor to Liyue. His crimes cannot go unpunished."

"But... why did you bring him here? Why did you treat him?"

Zhongli sighed and turned to the young man, who looked quite different from his usual self. He knew him full of life and mischief and here he was motionless. Devoid of colors except for the ugly rainbow of colors his bruises were painting on his skin.

"I couldn't let him die. And seeing him like this pained me."

"If the state of this... individual pains you, why let the Qixing have its way?"

"I am Rex Lapis, Archon of this lands, and his protector. I am bound by contract to watch over Liyue, and that means hunting down those who try to harm it. Regardless of my feelings, my duty comes before me."

"I don't know humans well. They're incomprehensible and devoid of logic at times. But don't you think he won't understand that?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"What you're doing." He clarified, pointing with a vague gesture to the bed and the basin of water. "Taking such good care of him. Then suddenly punishing and condemning him. Don't you think this will lose him?"

A joyless smile stretched Zhongli's lips.

"From the moment he freed Osial and betrayed my trust and Liyue's trust, Tartaglia lost the right to have any say in the matter."

"But humans are emotional creatures."

"Indeed they are. But he's no fool. He knows the fate that awaits him."

A change in Childe's breathing made them turn to him. Xiao disappeared as the young man winced in pain. Zhongli ran a hand through his red locks that fell over his forehead, brushing them away from his eyes. Childe opened his eyes again, his big ocean eyes focused on him.

They stared at each other in silence, neither moving.

"Am I dead?" Childe sighed in an almost imperceptible whisper.

"No, Childe. You're not dead and you're not going to die."

The young man's gaze broke away from Zhongli, observing his surroundings. He was no longer in Snezhnaya. The decor of the room he was in reminded him of Liyue. The curtains were drawn, creating a light, restful gloom. His fingers grasped exquisitely soft sheets, a sweet incense scent perfuming the room.

"Don't move, Childe. You're badly hurt."

"Thirsty..."

With gentle gestures, Zhongli helped Childe to sit up, bringing a cup of cool water to his lips. His scent of tea and flowers washed over him, and Childe dropped back onto the pillows with a grunt. Zhongli brushed strands of hair away from his face. Childe watched him do so, the color of his eyes darker than usual, fatigue marking his features.

"You need to rest, Childe. I'll feed you later."

"... Bamboo shoot?" he murmured, staring at him.

A smile dressed his lips.

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't have prepared it myself."

"Rex Lapis." Ganyu's voice came from the doorway. "The Qixing has come to see you. They're right here."

The smile faded from his lips and he stood up before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Just on the other side, the Qixing waited, anger marking their features. Nevertheless, they inclined their heads when they saw him.

"Rex Lapis." They said reverently in unison.

Ningguang raised her head first.

"We're sorry to bother you, but we need an answer. Yesterday you returned from Snezhnaya victorious and with that traitor Harbinger. Now he's back in your quarters, in your care. What do you intend to do with him, O lord of the stone?"

"It's only natural that you should wonder. I vowed to bring Tartaglia back alive to Liyue to face his judgment. He is currently in a state that prevents him from being judged and punished accordingly. Once he is healed and fit to stand trial, he will face his consequences."

The Qixing seemed to breath, but Keqing took a step forward.

"Forgive me Rex Lapis but why so much leniency towards this man? Let him be held accountable for these actions now, and if he dies under the sentence, so be it!"

Zhongli raised an eyebrow.

"And so break the oath I have sworn?"

Keqing widened her eyes and opened her mouth, but he raised a hand.

"Be reassured. I understand your ardor and anger. But your impatience is over. Tartaglia is in our hands and can no longer escape us. Sooner or later, he will suffer his punishment."

The young woman bowed her head and Zhongli returned to the room.

Childe had propped himself up on his elbows and he rushed to his bedside, laying him back down with a hand on his shoulder.

"I told you you needed rest."

His skin was even paler than a few minutes earlier, and a nerve twitched against the tense muscle of his jaw. He avoided his gaze.

"I heard what you said with the Qixing."

Zhongli sat back down, an indecipherable expression on his face. Childe raised big blue eyes at him.

"Why didn't you let me die? Executed? Or punished me directly? Why treat me here?"

"I vowed to..."

"I heard you, Zhongli!" Childe cut in dryly. "But why?!"

Zhongli sighed and looked at a tapestry adorning the wall.

"Because the sentence that awaits you would kill you in your condition. You'll be flogged for the number of victims your crimes have taken from Liyue. Then, you'll be chained in a lightless cave with chains piercing your wrists. And for many years to come."

Silence answered him and he turned his eyes to Childe. He was staring at the ceiling above him, his lips pursed. Then he turned on his side, his back to Zhongli. He hissed in pain and pulled the sheets up over his head.

"Childe? What are you doing? You should lie on your back, you might reopen your..."

"I'm cold..."

"I can close the window if you like."

"Leave me alone...," came Childe's muffled voice, curling up on the bed, the sheet around him like a caterpillar in its chrysalis.

Zhongli sighed. The weight of his duty blocked his throat and he chose not to insist any further, leaving the room. For a moment, he remained frozen in front of the wooden panel that separated him from Childe. His forehead rested against the door, his eyes closed, then he detached himself and returned to his duties.

Zhongli rushed into the room, fists clenched. He stopped in front of the door, forcing himself to take a long breath before opening it. The shutters were still closed, letting in a few pale rays of light, the curtains billowing gently in the wind that pierced through the wooden panels. The window was still open and the air was fresh, almost cold. Wrapped in sheets, Childe faced the wall. A few reddish locks barely protruded from the cocoon he had formed, and the bowl of soup was cold, abandoned on the table beside his bed.

"Childe."

He saw the shudder that ran through the form.

"It's just been reported to me that you weren't feeding."

Zhongli pulled up a chair to sit beside him.

"You're very weak and haven't eaten for several hours. And I know you like this soup. If it's because I didn't make it personally, I can..."

"I'm not hungry."

Zhongli's lips formed a bitter crease. Childe's voice had reached him muffled. Weak. Even during his episode of intense fever that had bedridden him a few months ago, never had his voice sounded so devoid of spirit and life.

"I know it's a lie, Childe. I'll get you another bowl of soup and some hot tea to keep you hydrated."

His tone left no room for comment. He stood up and closed the window before leaving.

Childe heard his footsteps, his eyes fixed on the wall.

His eyes barely protruded from the cocoon of sheets in which he was wrapped. A pain pulsed against his sides and his neck tugged, but he ignored it. His mind kept spinning. He was reliving the battle, his mission, his mistakes. His friendship that hid his own feelings towards Zhongli. His family he would never see again. Were they all right? Zhongli would never hurt innocent people. Were they worried about him? Did they miss him? They would better forget him. Maybe one day he could see them again, find them... No. He could see Zhongli's tall stature looming over him, a god of order and law. He felt his tender touch again as he watched over him, care for him. He could hear again his conversation with the Qixing.

His punishment.

The suffering, the horror that awaited him, like a cleaver ready to fall.

Zhongli wanted him to get better. He was too weak. He wouldn't survive the punishment. Zhongli kept his word. He would see to it that he was not weak and injured.

Childe blinked, chasing away the tears that gathered on his lashes.

If he didn't heal, then Zhongli wouldn't punish him.

[End of part 1]

Originally written September 2023, corrected and changed January 15, 2024

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