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It feels good not having to worry about classes??! I hope you're taking care of yourself too, baby!! LOVE YOU 🫂💗

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[risustravelogue]

Gifts of A Kind

Summary:

His love for you is the gift he's offering.

Featuring:

Zhongli, Alhaitham, Wriothesley

Tags:

Emotional hurt/comfort, love confessions, self-indulgent, reader has mental health issues and huge insecurity about her worthiness of being loved. Fem!Reader (referred to as a woman) who is having her birthday!

Note:

Me: Happy birthday to me! 🥳 Also me: *writes an emotional hurt/comfort piece with my favorites to cry* Haha. Also, I'm resting from the 1-week EBG grind, so have this for now. As always, enjoy~

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It’s another busy day at Bubu Pharmacy.

Sorting the medicinal ingredients in one of the back rooms, you were humming to yourself when a familiar baritone voice came from behind you.

“Happy birthday.”

You turn around to find your crush, the handsome consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, walking towards you with a huge bouquet of silk flowers, dotted with the biggest glaze lilies you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Zhongli! You remembered!” you squeal.

When the man you fancy remembers your birthday, you say thanks to Celestia above. Especially when he’s actually Liyue’s beloved archon.

—This is fine. He can never be mine, but I can have my small joys, can’t I?

“I have a gift for you,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice as he hands over the bouquet to you.

“You mean this pretty thing?”

He smiles. “No. It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.”

You obey. Your heart thumps with anticipation. Maybe you’re finally getting that cute hairclip you’ve been eyeing for a while? Or maybe…

Your thoughts dissolve into thin air when you feel a soft warmth pressing against your lips and the scent of his cologne entering your sense of smell. Your eyes flutter open to find your vision filled with him.

But it’s not joy you feel inside your chest—it’s dread.

You struggle in protest, only for him to snake his left arm around you and press his lips harder against yours. He takes the bouquet away from your hands and sets it on the table behind you while nipping at your lower lip, as if asking for permission. You put your hands on his chest and push him away, breathless.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask.

Zhongli blinks, surprised.

“I thought you wanted it. Was I wrong?”

You shake your head and offer him a frown. “Why?”

“Is that not obvious? I love you.”

—What?

“What did you just say?”

He smiles as he repeats, “I love you.”

“... Heh,” you chuckle, and it turns into a full-blown laughter. “You’re lying. You wouldn’t.”

He only stares into your eyes with those golden pupils of his, his soft expression still like the mountains. You shake your head, dispersing the thoughts that maybe, just maybe—

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “No one would, especially not you.”

You feel his left hand clench at the small of your back as his expression hardens. “Why not?” he asks.

A bitter smile grows on your lips. “You know why. I’m—you know. I’ll only be a burden for you. For anyone.”

“I can bear it, and you know that.”

“But I’m—I’m defective and you know it!” you shout, pushing him away to no avail. His eyes widen, his heart taken aback at how much you must have hurt. You feel your chest clench as you mutter, “I am not the right person for you.”

Zhongli sighs and caresses your cheek, so gently as if you are the most fragile piece of porcelain he has ever held.

“Listen. No one is perfect. Not even me. And you… you awaken something I have never felt in the thousands of years of my life. And I want—”

His lips quirk to form a painful smile.

“I want to keep you by my side, for as long as I am allowed.”

You chuckle bitterly as you slap his hand away.

“Stop it. I don’t want this. I don’t—you’re mistaken. You don’t love me. You can’t.”

Tears roll down your cheek as your fingers clench on the fabric of his suit.

“Please… you can’t.”

A heavy silence hangs between you. His fingers find their way under your chin, tilting your face up towards him.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You shut your eyes in defiance, and you can feel tears dripping down your chin.

“You are the kindest woman I know, and have a strength beyond what even most gods can comprehend. And please believe me when I say I have never met anyone like you in my life,” he says, his voice gentle like you’ve never heard before. You open your eyes to find his gaze looking softly into yours.

“I love you. I will be yours if you want me to.”

He smiles, and you can feel your heart melt.

“Let me be your strength, your rock, your home. Will my word as the God of Contracts do?”

Expressive is one of the last attributes one would assign to the Scribe of the Akademiya, who also happens to be your longtime crush.

So you were surprised to find a saccharine sweet love letter in a pink envelope containing the words “I,” “love,” and “you”—in that order, next to each other—in his distinctly neat handwriting arriving at your doorstep on your birthday.

It’s not funny anymore, you think, deciding to confront him for playing with your feelings. You stroll to his office and bang at the door harshly, your face hot with anger.

“Come in,” the room’s owner says. You barge in, slamming the letter he sent you onto his desk.

“Out of all of your jokes, I rate this shit minus a hundred out of ten,” you say, voice shaking.

The silver-haired man tilts his head, seemingly confused. “What joke are you talking about?”

“This,” you smack the tip of your index finger onto the pink envelope, the force nearly ripping the paper in two. “This fucking letter, Alhaitham.”

“Oh, that,” he says with a smile. “I assure you, it’s not a joke.”

“Stop playing around!” you shout. “You said you love me, you liar.”

“Careful, I did say that, but my patience still has an end,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. He sighs. “Why would you say I’m lying?”

You scoff. “Because there’s no way, right? You’re perfect, men and women alike want your hand in romance, and you said you love me?”

You laugh derisively as you try to ignore the sharp pain penetrating your chest.

“You can’t love me. You can’t. I’m just a pathetic woman fumbling through life, unlike you. You’re fit as a fiddle while I have to take medication every single night, else my sanity would crumble like dust. I’m a burden to everyone I’ve ever cared about. So please, just stop.”

You feel your lips tremble as you grit your teeth in pain. Alhaitham frowns.

“Yes, I know about all that. I still love you, though.”

“Shut up, Haitham.” You lower your head and turn away, stifling back a sob. “I don’t deserve you. Nobody wants me, and that should include you.”

He slams his fists against his desk as he stands up, making you jump in surprise at his loss of composure. He saunters over around the desk and stops in front of you, his much taller figure looming over your head. His hands find their way to squeeze your shoulders.

“Who hurt you?” he demands, his palms trembling in quiet rage. “I swear I’ll hunt them down and make them suffer for making you think so lowly about yourself.”

“No one,” you lie. The pain in your chest pulses. “I’m just stating the truth.”

“It’s not the truth,” he says, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. “One as strong as you shouldn’t have such a low opinion of themselves.”

He lowers his head to meet you in a slow kiss. A tear rolls down your cheek as you relish the feel of his soft lips against yours.

“There,” he mumbles after pulling back. “Now do you believe me?”

“I don’t want to,” you finally admit, tears now streaming down your face. “I can’t.”

“Then—give me the chance to prove my love for you. Please,” he says while pulling you close. You shut your eyes, taking in his presence like a thirsty deer greedily drinking from the water’s surface. The words he whispers next have a certain promise woven into them.

“I am going to make you the happiest person in the universe.”

The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide looks a bit different than usual today. You are certain of that.

Whenever he catches sight of you, he’ll either hum tunes to himself, smile like an idiot, or walk towards you with a skip in his step that others barely miss.

Too bad you’re only his personal mechanic. Pointing his strange behavior out is way above your pay grade.

… Which is what you’ve been saying to yourself, but your feelings, your amour for him screams and rebels inside your chest, threatening to spill into the flirty sentence of “Wow, someone sure is happy to see me.” You bite on the insides of your cheeks to hold it back. After all, he knows that you’re literally sick in the head, and he wouldn’t want someone like you by his side.

He would never, ever fall in love with you.

But, if that is true… what is that beautiful bouquet of Rainbow Roses doing in his hands, then?

“Happy birthday, wonderful woman,” he greets, a grin plastered across his face. “Please accept this duke’s gratitude.”

“Gratitude?” you ask, folding your hand over your chest where your heart is—the organ working super hard to pump more blood to your already-pink cheeks.

“Yes. Gratitude for all the work you’ve done,” he says in a sing-song voice.

You sigh, trying to rein in the butterflies in your stomach. “Wriothesley, I’m not an idiot. I know what Rainbow Roses mean.”

His smile turns melancholic.

“So what do you say?”

You harden your expression, trying to keep your tone as flat as possible.

“I’m sorry… I can’t.”

An uncomfortable silence goes on for a few seconds.

“Sure you can. Why not? I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“No, I can’t. Now please stop this nonsense, Boss.”

He takes a step closer, and you take a step back.

“Go away,” you say, turning away from him while stifling back a sob. “I can’t have you.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder. “You can. I want you to have me.”

You shake your head and shrug him off, tears starting to roll down your cheeks as the pain in your chest grows stronger.

“I can’t! I won’t burden you with… with me, of all things!”

“Stop saying that!”

Before you can react, he turns you around and pulls you into him, wrapping you with his strong arms like he’s protecting you from the cold, cruel world.

“Please stop saying that. You’re not a burden. You are never a burden.”

You try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. His shushes drown your grunts of struggle.

“Let me go. Please, I can’t want this—I can’t want you,” you finally plead, but he only pulls you closer, trapping your hands between your chest and his. You limp, pathetic sobs filling the air as you finally surrender.

“You want to know a secret?” he asks. He does not wait for your answer.

“I think you’re perfect. The way you pursue growth, the way you love. You are the most precious thing I have in my life,” he says, his voice half a whisper. “I am eternally thankful for you. Thank you for coming into my life. I’m at my best when I’m with you, and I don’t only mean because you can fix my gauntlets.”

His embrace tightens around you. You can feel his growing stubble rub against your temple.

“And if I don’t at least try being with you, I’m sure I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

He sighs as he presses his lips to the crown of your head, the warmth sending goosebumps across your skin.

“I want to be your home. I want… no, I need you by my side,” he continues.

Your grip on his vest tightens as you feel him bury his face into your hair.

“I love you. I love you so much, my heart hurts every moment I remember that you’re not mine,” he whispers. He pulls back, only to press his lips against yours in a slow, gentle kiss the next moment.

“Please… be mine. I will never let you down. That’s my vow to you, and I intend to keep it for the rest of my life.”

He looks into your eyes, his gaze as gentle as a beautiful snowflake. You tiptoe a bit to meet him in another kiss. He chuckles as he returns the favor with passion.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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[scaredpigeons]

Sunrise, Crystallize I: to pray to a fallen deity.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

Zhongli x Gn!reader

SFW (there will be nsfw chapters but I will keep them separate so everyone may enjoy.)

Word count: 6.2k

You find yourself seeking solace in the prayers you speak to the god of your new home, despite the fact that he’s passed away. Despite the fact that no one answers, your loneliness seems to be lessened by the warmth of the sunrise. You gain a few new companions, and push through your awkward and nervous disposition to embark on a challenge that you may or may not have little hope of succeeding in.

CW: reader has anxiety, real deep lack of self confidence. Very socially awkward. Reader is a florist, running a greenhouse in the harbour. (Author has absolutely zero florist experience or knowledge, so many apologies.)

Authors note: this is the first chapter of many to come, as Zhongli was my first love in genshin impact. This is kind of self indulgent, because while I really enjoy badass, beautiful, desirable reader inserts who exemplify everything I want to be, part of me really fantasizes about what it might be like to have such a desirable character love me not despite of, but because of my self-perceived flaws. I also think that Zhongli is a wonderful character to explore this dynamic with, as he’s incredibly patient and thoughtful, and having lived for 6000+ years— I can really see him finding someone who is socially his opposite very charming. Anyways, please enjoy this first chapter!

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Watching the sun rise on Yujing Terrace had become your most beloved pastime since the death of Rex Lapis. You’d never really ventured up the steps further than Bubu pharmacy, but after everything that happened, you decided to go and pay your respects in a more private setting. 

You hadn’t attended the rite of parting. It felt too strange, seeing as you weren’t from Liyue, but you’d lived in the harbor long enough to feel a little twinge of guilt afterwards. 

The attack on the harbor had halted your plans, you really hadn’t wanted to venture outside when there was an ancient sea god wreaking havoc in the waters just beyond your home. But once everything was settled, and the novelty of Rex lapis’ passing finally became outshone by recent events, you decided it was time. 

You’d spent all evening working in your greenhouse, realizing the night had escaped you only when your eyes barely skimmed across a clock on your way to grab fresh potting soil from your storage room. You’d figured beating the morning rush to the terrace was better for your sanity, and washed your hands before heading out. 

The sun had not begun to rise, everything washed in fading starlight as you made your way up the stone stairs. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that only the Milileth were occupying the terrace, a few standing guard here and there and a few making their rounds. 

One soldier looked at you a bit warily, most likely wondering why you were here so early. But he only nodded politely when you sheepishly showed him your box of incense. 

When you made it to the topmost part of the terrace, you lit a singular stick and placed it in the holder. You’d seen people immediately murmuring their prayers after lighting their incense, but you weren’t really sure what to say, so you walked around a bit before standing at the railing facing east over the harbor. 

The water looked so peaceful. The sky had started brightening, the first glimmers of the rising sun peeking up from the horizon, casting early shadows along the boats and buildings. 

You took a deep breath, pushing your exhale further than normal. Your chest felt strange, You’d never really prayed to anyone before. 

“Um…” you fiddled with your hands on the stone railing, watching the sun rise ever so slowly. “I’m sorry I didn’t attend your rite of parting. Crowds are really not my thing.” 

You felt too strange to say his name out loud, hoping that wherever the wind took your words would eventually lead to wherever he was resting. Where did gods go when they die? 

“I’ve not lived in the harbor long, but I can see why you loved it. Though I have been here long enough to understand the love you must have had for your people, and the love they gave to you in return. Despite that, I feel as though we’re all going to be just fine in your absence.” 

You cringed a little, wondering if your words came across too crass or irreverent. 

“Ah, well, what I mean to say is you shouldn’t worry.” you chewed on your lip, watching more shadows form along the harbor as the sun grew and grew over the sea, bathing the sky in oranges and pinks.

“Oh, what else do people say when they do this…” you mumbled. “People usually ask for blessings or good fortune, don’t they? I’ve never really understood that. I won’t ask for anything… or is that rude too?” You could never remember the protocol for things like this. 

“Maybe I’ll just ask for happiness. If you can send some sense of fulfillment my way, that would be nice. But don’t put yourself out or anything.” 

You scoffed at yourself, rolling your eyes as you gazed out at the sea. “Or maybe I should just give my blessing to you. Does anyone do that? Ask for blessings and good fortune for you?” 

You shook your head, leaning on the railing and smiling at yourself a bit. It felt like you were talking to yourself, but it wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as you thought. 

“Well then, I ask that you rest in peace. You deserve it after the multiple millennia you endured. I can't imagine having to work for that long, sounds exhausting.” You yawned, stretching out your limbs. 

It was strange, you felt tired— obviously. Being up all night was not exactly ideal, but standing there, watching the beautiful sun rise over your city, you couldn’t help but feel a warm wash of pure… peace. You felt good. You didn’t feel so alone. 

You looked around a bit, still seeing that no one was near you, before looking up half heartedly at the sky. 

“Is that you? Is that why people do this sort of thing?” You smiled as the sun finally broke its way from the water, painting the sky in all its glorious colors. 

Hmm. Perhaps I should design a new sunrise themed bouquet. 

You rubbed the tiredness from your eyes as you made your way back to the stairs, but as you walked through the first archway, your eyes caught sight of the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. 

He was standing, holding a cup of tea while he chatted with an elderly woman at her table. The warm, early sunlight bathed him in its amber hues, making the colors of his clothing gleam, and exposing the rich warm tones of his hair. 

He was exceptionally tall, that much you could tell, even from so far away. He held himself with such grace and poise that you couldn’t help but stare. He looked like royalty. He looked like he belonged on a throne, not walking amongst the common people. 

His smile was small but contagious— you’d pressed a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you were grinning as he did down at the little old lady in front of him. 

The woman chuckled a bit, before turning to the small flower bed behind her, before picking one of the flowers that was growing there. 

A glaze lily? They were extremely rare, you knew that for certain. They hardly grew in the wild, which is why you hadn’t bothered to grow them for your shop yet, as you harvested the majority of your seeds by yourself. 

He took the delicate flower in his gloved hand, bringing it to his nose and taking what looked like a deep breath. Your heart lurched as his face became almost solemn, but he pushed a smile through and nodded to the woman, saying something you couldn’t hear. 

You couldn’t help but watch as he finished his tea, his striking eyes scanning around the terrace. It was a moment too late when you realized his eyes were eventually going to fall on you. You— who was watching him like some sort of lunatic. 

His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, and even from a distance they seemed to burn in the early morning sunshine. You instantly flushed, an embarrassing noise fluttering past your lips as you turned around and hid behind the archway, hoping that it looked like you were just heading back towards the overlook. 

You took several deep breaths before you dared peek around the corner again, sighing in relief as you watched the beautiful man make his way down the steps. 

That was the single most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done. You thought, before shaking your head as memories of far more embarrassing events flooded your brain. Actually, never mind. That was pretty far down on the list. 

You almost thought that perhaps you never wanted to see that man again, for fear of embarrassing yourself once more— but that thought was quickly swept away. It would be a shame never to see him again. He was far too pretty. 

———————

it was about a month into your new habit when the elderly woman called out to you. 

You were simply making your way back towards the stairs, having only ever greeted her with a polite nod or a rushed “good morning!” Here and there, so you were surprised when she called you over and invited you for tea. 

You introduced yourself, and she smiled, pouring you a cup. 

“Ah, you’re the young one running that new flower shop, yes?” 

You nodded. “Yes ma’am. ‘New beginnings: flowers and things.’ I sell little trinkets and gifts here and there when I collect them on my travels. But mostly it's just my flowers.”

”oh, you little darling. No need to be so formal. You can call me granny if you like— or Ping. Either or.”   

Normally you wouldn’t be so formal with someone you’d just met, especially an elder, but there was something about Ping that made you feel so comfortable. 

“Alright, Granny.” You smiled. 

“Much better. “ she said, taking her seat. “Now why don’t you tell me all about your shop. I was very surprised when I heard that someone had built a little greenhouse in the city.” 

And so began your new routine of waking up early to watch the sunrise— talking to yourself under the guise of “praying to Rex Lapis”, and having your morning tea while chatting with Madame Ping. 

Ping turned out to be quite the gossip, and you got most of your updates on the comings and goings of the people through her. You learned about her disciples, though you weren’t quite sure what she was a master of. She seemed very wise, having many a tale to tell and advice on things that plagued you. 

One morning you brought her a speciality bouquet of Cecelia’s, one of your more popular flowers, and she gushed about how thoughtful you were. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I stole one from the bouquet earlier and left it on the overlook as an offering with my incense.” You said, sipping your tea. 

“Nonsense, they’re your flowers to begin with, dear. I never would have even known if you hadn’t said something.” She pulls a vase from beneath her table, and pours some water from her nearby jug inside. Ping places the flowers in the vase, fluffing up the greenery to look nice and setting it on the other end of her table. 

“There, just beautiful. Thank you my dear.” She says, sitting back down.

”It's really no trouble. They’re some of my last Cecelias, my recent batch of seedlings went bad. I'll have to make a trip to Mondstadt to collect more seeds soon.” You fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“If you need someone to watch over the shop for you while you’re gone, I’m well acquainted with a traveler who is just perfect for odd jobs like that when they have the time.” 

“Oh,” you said, looking out at the colors fading from the sky. “That might be nice, I’ve been putting off going out because I’m not too sure who I can trust to watch the greenhouse.” 

You were trying hard to hide your wavering tone, but you knew immediately Madam Ping had caught on. 

“Is there something else on your mind, dear?” She said, “You know you can talk to me about anything that troubles you.” 

You paused, looking around a bit before you took a deep breath. “It’s just…”

Chewing your lip, you sighed at her kindness. You knew better than to be anxious around Ping, but your embarrassment over what you had been doing the last month was eating at you. 

“Is it strange that I've been… praying to Rex Lapis every morning, even though he’s no longer with us?” 

“Ah,” Ping hummed, her eyes glittering with mirth. “I had been wondering what you do over there before the sun rises. When you said you left a flower as an offering, I thought perhaps you prayed to a lost loved one, but Rex Lapis?” 

“I know— it's odd isn’t it? I don’t even know if gods still hear prayers when they pass but—“ 

“Nonsense.” She interrupted your downward spiral, her tone light to soothe you. “There are plenty of people who still pray to our fallen archon. And I can guarantee you that wherever he is resting— those prayers still make it through to him, and crystal clear at that. He may not be able to descend from the heavens as a magnificent dragon to grant the wishes of his followers anymore, but he will always bear witness to our prayers, of that you can be certain.” 

“Oh,” you breathed. You weren’t sure if you believed her, but you didn’t want to seem rude. “Do you think it bothers him? To hear so many people while he is trying to rest?” 

“I’m sure the requests for wealth and glory get rather tedious very quickly.” Madame Ping laughs. “But what do you pray to him for?” 

You flush, running your finger along your teacup. “I don’t really ask him for anything. I just sort of… tell him about things?” You shrug, feeling rather sheepish. 

Ping simply nods, encouraging you to continue. 

“I wasn’t really ever certain he could even be listening. It just feels nice to get things off my chest, you know?” You took another sip of tea. “I feel sort of bad, I mainly just vent to him— it’s kind of like chatting with you, granny. Only I say things I might not be comfortable sharing with others.”

Ping hums, staring out over the harbor thoughtfully. 

“I’m sure your kind of prayers are the most interesting to him. Perhaps even his favorite.” She says after a few moments. 

“Really?” You scrunched up your nose a bit. “I find that sort of hard to believe.” 

Ping smiled, and her eyes seemed to glitter with something unknown. She always seemed to be brimming with unobtainable knowledge, it kept you clinging to her every word in hopes of soaking it up. 

“It was once said that after so many years of being a god— watching over his people and nation with the weight of thousands of years of history and bloodshed upon his shoulders — that Rex Lapis would don a disguise and wander among his people, to gain a taste of what it was like to be human.” She gathered your empty teacup, placed it on the tray with the rest of the tea set and put it aside. “I think perhaps your prayers would remind him of simpler times, of what it is like to be human.”

You let her words ruminate for a while, watching as the harbor started to wake up— typically your sign to tuck tail and run home. 

Finally, you spoke. 

“Do you think he enjoyed my flower offering?” You asked. 

Ping smiled wide, eyeing her bouquet of Cecelias. 

“I think it's a lovely gesture, but he was particularly fond of the glaze lily. Perhaps those— as opposed to the anemo archons favored flower would be more fitting.”

You cringed. You hadn’t even registered that Cecelia’s were known as Barbatos’ favorite flower. After giving yourself a mental scolding, and a reminder to brush up on your international flora guidebook, you hesitantly spoke up once more. 

“I’d love to, but I harvest my own seeds, Granny. I wouldn’t even know where to look for wild glaze lilies. Aren’t they extremely rare?” 

She pulled a little sack from beneath her table — she always seemed to have whatever she needed right on hand, how curious. — and gently placed it in your hands. 

“These are quite old, but I have a feeling if anyone will be able to get them to sprout, it will be you, dear.” 

————————————

You weren’t very hopeful. 

Seeds, when preserved under the perfect conditions, can last up to ten years. But extremely rare and delicate flower seeds tucked in a sack under Madam Pings table? 

You started small; putting six seeds into six little nursery pots, and diligently reading up on the proper humidity, soil, nutrients and water required for glaze lilies. Within the week, small little green shoots were poking through the soil, and you nearly jumped for joy. 

The revelry was short lived when the following week you entered the nursery to find six shriveled up, sad, and very dead plants. You cussed under your breath as you stomped around your greenhouse, reading through your glaze lily guide and wondering what went wrong. 

You had plenty of seeds, plenty of room for trial and error. 

You just did not expect the trial and error to last several months. 

It was the morning after you found your most recent batch absolutely ruined. The humidity or the hydration levels were off, they had to be. What other reason would they have turned to mush for? You’d abandoned the guidebook long ago, it was a lying liar who killed your plants before they even budded. 

“It’s just so frustrating, you know?” You said, leaning against the railing of the overlook. “I feel like if I can't do this, then my entire life as a florist has been for nothing.” 

There was no response, but you sort of enjoyed that. You still weren’t sure if you entirely believed Madam Ping when she said that the archon could still hear you, but you’d never stopped your ranting and rambling to him either way. 

“I know, I know. I’m being dramatic.” You flicked a pebble off the railing, watching as it tumbled down into the trees below. “This started out as me just wanting to give you a proper offering, one that you’d like. But now it feels like something I’m meant to do. If I can find a way to make Glaze Lilies more prosperous in Liyue again, I feel as though that would be a much better gift in your honor—  as opposed to just… sitting one on the terrace to get stolen or blown away in the wind.” 

Still no answer, but once again you were enveloped by that warm and lustrous feeling of peace as the sun rose over the water. Perhaps you were becoming addicted to this feeling. You certainly would not feel as ready to get through another day without it. 

You gave a deep sigh, thinking long and hard before you decided it was time to ask for help. 

“Granny?” You said as you made your way to her table. “Do you know anyone who has information on how Glaze Lilies were cultivated in the past?”

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You were absolutely filthy. 

Your knees were coated in dirt, wet soil clinging to your arms where your gloves didn’t cover. You were nearly certain your hair was a complete disaster. 

None of that mattered. Your other plants were thriving, your shop was freshly stocked with premade bouquets and trimmed flowers for custom bouquets. You just unloaded your shipment of silk ribbons and wrapping paper, and were now nearly elbow deep in buckets of potting soil for your Mourning flowers. 

They required a specific blend of nutrients and earth in comparison to your other flowers, and with your newest batch almost ready to trim, you needed to get a move on with the new growth before they all sold out. 

You had just finished the mixing when the bell on the front door of your shop jingled. 

“Just a moment, I’ll be right with you!” You yelled out. 

The greenhouse was built connected to the shop which housed your little apartment on the second floor. 

Everything was relatively close, so you often worked in the greenhouse during the slow hours. And that damned bell was so loud, though you supposed it had to be, otherwise you could run the risk of people sneaking in and taking what they’d like. Now, you didn’t think that was likely to happen, but it never hurt to be cautious. 

You tossed your gloves onto the nearby counter and washed your hands with the bulle fruit scented soap by the sink. 

You took off your dirty apron to exchange it for the clean shop apron. It helps to look somewhat put together when greeting customers. 

You wiped your damp hands along the sides of the apron as you finished tying the knot, rounding the corner into the shop. 

“How can I help you today?” You said, making your way to the front counter and pausing to make sure your bags were stocked in case they were purchasing something. 

“I was told by a friend that you were in need of some information on historic flora cultivation?” The mans voice was deep, with a delicious rasp about it that had you wondering exactly what kind of man had a voice so alluring. 

You looked up finally, trying to peek through the shelving as he walked along, only to catch glimpses of rich, warm browns. Curse you for stocking your flower bins so damn full. 

You caught sight of warm brown hair, the morning sun gleaming in the windows to catch along the amber hues scattered throughout. 

Your heart lurched as he turned the corner, watching as his eyes scanned the walls lining your shop— decorated with plants and trinkets, little baubles glimmering in the sunlight. 

The face of quiet admiration he gave as he looked at the flowers might’ve buckled your knees if not for the realization that this was the man you had seen Madam Ping speaking to— that day. 

This was that man. The man who may or may not have haunted your dreams for weeks after you saw him. You had wanted to ask Ping who he was, but you were so incredibly embarrassed about the whole situation. Now here he was, standing in your shop as you wondered if this was insanely good luck, or insanely bad luck. 

“Ah, yes. Gran— I mean, Madame Ping said you might be around today.” You introduced yourself, welcoming him to your store as you tried to keep your voice level. 

“It’s a pleasure,” the man said, giving a slight bow. “My name is Zhongli, I currently work at wangsheng funeral parlor as a consultant, but in my spare time I am somewhat of a historian, among other things.”

”It's lovely to meet you, Zhongli.” You wrung your hands together, unsure whether you should look him in the eye or not. They were so startling, so liquid gold it was difficult to hold their gaze. 

He simply smiled softly. “I am at your service. Would you perhaps be willing to show me what you’ve been working on?” 

As his gaze traveled across you, awaiting your response, but you suddenly became very aware of your current appearance. Surely any minuscule chance you had with this man flew out the window the moment he saw your disastrous hair and dirt scuffed knees. 

Not that you thought you really had a chance with him to begin with, but it doesn’t hurt to dream big, right? 

“Ah, yes. Of course.” You said, gesturing towards the back entrance to the greenhouse. “Right this way.” 

He followed closely as you made your way back. His eyes roamed the expanse of your greenhouse in what looked like appreciation, and he nodded encouragingly at you when you paused to watch his reaction. 

“This is quite impressive.” 

Feeling your face heat up, you turned to remove your shop apron and threw your dirty one back around your waist with unsteady hands. 

“It’s nothing really, I just figured that I should turn my hobby into a source of income, and well…” you hoped he didn’t notice your slight cringe as you donned your gloves once again. “I have a lot of free time on my hands.” 

“Such dedication is nothing to shrug off so casually.” He walked around, his eyes catching the latest batch of little failures and he stood in front of them, leaning in close as if to inspect their misery in finer detail. 

“These are the lilies?” He said, eyeing the drooping sprouts. 

“Yes.” You sighed, coming to stand beside him. You were anxious, sure. But your greenhouse was your safe space. You ruled this kingdom, he was just a guest here. A well dressed, knowledgeable and extremely attractive guest, but you had to convince yourself that everything was fine. If you remained calm and collected, everything would be fine. 

Fake it ‘til you make it— or however the saying goes. 

“They either shrivel up and dry out, or they take in too much moisture and rot. I had a guidebook, but it was about as helpful as a catalyst in a crystal mine.” 

You nearly gaped at him as he let a little chuckle fall from his lips, but he cut it off with a rough clearing of his throat, continuing to look at the plants. 

“Hm, well. Let us take a look at the book. I can revise any incorrect information, and we can work from there, yes?”

Nodding, you turn to dig the accursed book from its time out in the pile of shame. (A pile of useless guidebooks that carried misinformation, or were just overall genuinely bad. However terrible they may be, you’d spend decent money on them and refuse to get rid of any of your books. Hence the creation of the pile of shame.) 

Handing it to him, you move to start clearing the ruined plants from their nursery pots. You tried not to watch him as he flipped through the book, only allowing yourself little glances from the corner of your eye as you cleaned up. When you were finished, you lined up fresh nursery pots and flicked at a loose thread on the bag of seeds. 

“Surprisingly, there are only a few minor discrepancies in this guide. Overall, it seems to be alright, however there is one glaringly obvious detail that has been completely missed.” Zhongli spoke behind you. 

“Oh?” You turned, leaning against your countertop as you waited for him to elaborate. 

“In order to successfully grow Glaze Lilies, you must sing to them.” 

Your brow scrunched in confusion. “Excuse me?” 

The corners of his lips tilted up, and you flushed at the attitude leaking from your tone in such a casual manner. You’d only just met this man, and he was being extremely professional and kind in helping you with this matter. Where were your manners? 

Zhongli however, seemed unbothered by your casual display, and simply continued on. 

“I’ll make the necessary notations here, to correct the minor discrepancies, but the main focus should be — that after the first sign of sprouting — you need to sing to them at least once daily for them to continue growing properly.”

You crossed your arms and looked at him through a furrowed brow. 

“You’re not just making fun of me, are you? Because if this is some kind of practical joke, I don't find it very amusing.”  

Zhongli smiled warmly, closing the book and leaning quite casually against the opposite countertop, his liquid gold eyes glittering with amusement, but it didn’t seem like the kind that was at your expense. 

“I can assure you, I would never jest about something so important, nor would I play any kind of practical joke at your expense. I am simply sharing in my knowledge, hoping to help you in your desires, however I can.” 

You felt your heart fluttering, and you attempted to steady your breath. “Alright. I’m sorry, I just…” how could you tell him you weren’t used to people being so sincere? How could you explain that you weren’t used to such kindness without seeming pathetic? 

“Please do not worry yourself,” he said, stepping closer. He gestured to the small starting pots behind you. “Shall we get started?” 

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“—And now he’s spent the last two weeks dropping by after the parlor closes every day and just— hangs out in the greenhouse while I work? I mean, his help with starting up the lilies was wonderful, but now it’s just about keeping the right moisture levels and singing to them every night, which I refuse to do while he’s there, because I’m not up for embarrassing myself in front of the literal most gorgeous man alive, thank you.” 

Your voice carried a little louder than usual, but by now the Milileth knew your routine, and hardly even batted an eye if they heard you speaking to yourself. 

The sun hadn’t started to rise yet, you’d gotten to the terrace early, early enough that the lanterns were still lit, illuminating the darkened path up those torturous stairs. 

“And he’s so polite? I don’t know how to act around him, he’s always giving such genuine sounding compliments, asking me questions while I work, helping me with little things. Surely a man like that has better things to do with his time?” You huffed, that creeping sense of self loathing wrapping around your shoulders like an old blanket, scratchy and rough, but oh so familiar. 

“He’s so beautiful, and intellectual. He’s literally a walking historical archive and I could honestly listen to him talk for hours— But in comparison, I’m just… I’m just a little girl who plays around with dirt and flowers. I really don’t understand why he keeps hanging around.” 

You scrunched your nose as the sun started to spill those beautiful colors across the sky. 

“Do you think Madame Ping asked him to keep coming around? I know she thinks I'm lonely, but I don't need her to bribe a grown man into being my friend.” 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “No, I can't see her taking it that far. I just… I really don’t see why he would want to be around me.” 

That warm feeling started to envelop you, and you took a deep breath to soak it in. “I know… I have a lot of self worth issues. It’s not like I've asked him why he’s hanging around, I just kind of… let him.  Maybe I can work up the courage to ask him why he’s so interested. He probably only wants to see if I can actually manage to grow those flowers.” 

You rubbed the lingering sleep from your eyes and lingered a bit longer than usual, wondering what Rex Lapis would think about Mr. Zhongli. 

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Around the 3 month mark, when things started looking promising, you developed another new habit. 

Instead of spending a dedicated section of time at night standing awkwardly and singing to your newly budded plants, you decided it would save time and effort to just sing away while you do your evening chores in the greenhouse. 

You wouldn’t go out on a limb and say that your other plants were magically affected by your singing, but like your lilies, everything in the greenhouse seemed just a bit more vibrant as you did so. 

You checked the clock, chewing your lip as you scolded yourself for missing Zhongli’s presence. 

About a week ago, he’d stopped by to say that he was taking a leave of absence to go on a trip with a friend of his. He’d introduced the traveler and their strange floating  companion to you before they headed off. 

“I’ll only be gone for a week, maybe more, but I truly look forward to seeing the progress when I return.” 

You’d sort of settled into the strange routine of greeting him in the evenings, making the odd pot of tea while he spoke about anything under the sun, entertaining you while you worked. It felt strange to not have him here, but you knew you couldn’t get too attached. When the lilies bloomed, he would most certainly lose interest, and you’d have to go back to your regular routine of lonely nights. 

Your heart felt a bit somber as you hauled a few buckets of mulch along, not really focusing on your surroundings, just zoning out while you sang random tunes to help your lilies grow. 

You remember a song you’d heard your grandmother sing a long time ago, a distant memory, but the melody was still so vibrant in your mind. 

“Eyes shining like the sunrise,

 Ever deeper than the night sky,

Nature sweet, like faun and flora,

More valuable than jade or mora, 

Take me me there, safe from harm,

Safe at home, in your arms.

nature's bounty he—“

Your voice caught in your throat as you turned to grab the next bucket only to find Zhongli standing silently in the doorway, eyes nearly glowing in the lantern light. 

You jumped, and you were sure if you had something in your hands, it would’ve flown out of them, most likely spilling all over you— embarrassing you even further. 

“Zhongli?!” You yelped, throwing a hand over your pounding heart. “I didn’t hear you come in! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

He chuckled, a warm sound you’d grown so fond of hearing. “I did not intend to startle you. Though I am surprised you did not hear me, considering how you’re always on about how loud that bell is.” 

“Yes, well,” your face grew so extremely warm, you pulled off your gloves and shoved them in your apron pocket, kicking a foot on the flooring of your greenhouse. ”I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here tonight, so I suppose I let myself get too carried away.” 

“I wouldn’t say you were too carried away.” His eyes were sparkling, his smile deeper than you think you’d ever seen it before. 

“Wha— are you teasing me? I thought you said you wouldn’t—“ he cut off your rambling with a simple murmuring of your name, nodding to the countertop behind you. 

Confused, you turned, and in the moonlight streaming in through exposed glass sat six perfect glaze lilies, fully bloomed. 

You walked towards them in awe, feeling Zhongli’s presence not far behind. 

“I…” you stared at them, eyes wide and mouth nearly hanging open. “I can’t believe…” 

You were hopeful, of course you were. But a part of you genuinely expected to come in one day and find them dead, destroyed like the others. You had wanted this so badly, but after months of failure, you had lost your confidence. But there, sat in front of you in their little pots, sat six perfect fully grown glaze lilies. 

“I did it.” You mumbled, turning around to face Zhongli. Your heart felt like it was bursting in your chest. You jumped, barely able to contain your joy as you shrieked. 

“I did it!” You excitedly danced around, pumping your fists in the air and whooping, in total bliss at your accomplishment. 

“You did it.” Zhongli simply said, smiling down at you.  

“We did it!” You yelled, your joy uncontainable. Without thinking, you threw yourself at him, giggling as he caught you effortlessly, spinning you around as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He smelled like amber, like the forest and the mountain air, crisp and pure and addicting. You took another deep breath before you realized what exactly you were doing. 

You quickly pushed yourself away, backing up with a squeaking “sorry!” Only in your embarrassment, you completely lost your bearings, immediately tripping backwards on a stack of potting soil sacks and tumbling down. 

You tried to catch yourself on the side counter, but only succeeded in grabbing hold of a stack of books you’d been meaning to relocate, the pile of shame.

Perhaps it was your karma for naming it such, perhaps it was irony, but the pile of shame merely tumbled down along with you, spilling onto your head with a terrible series of audible smacking sounds to accompany your little cries of pain. 

“Oh!” In Zhongli’s defense, he really had tried to catch you, but you supposed when you pushed away, you must have shoved him a bit farther back as well, and he was merely seconds too late from grabbing your arm to steady you. 

You sat in your embarrassment, letting a loose book stay where it landed, covering your face. 

“Are you alright?” Zhongli said, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

“Can you pretend like the last five minutes never happened?” You said, cringing beneath the pages of an extremely outdated copy of Flowers in Food: recipes for your floral tastes. 

“Unfortunately, my dear,” Zhongli began removing the book from your face, peeking down at your reddened cheeks beneath the pages. “I have the pleasure of having an impeccable memory.” 

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that.” You grumbled. 

You began peeling books off yourself, face warm as you wondered how you were going to get out of this one. 

“You did not need to apologize, though.” Zhongli said, crouching down to help you. “I am more than comfortable sharing in your excitement at such an accomplishment.” 

Your heart fluttered, and your face heated for entirely different reasons. Maybe it was okay that you’d hugged him? As much as you want to think he’s always teasing you, he has never once lied about how he’s felt about anything. 

“Oh.” You said, peeling away the last couple books. “Well then, I’m sorry for pushing away so abruptly, and uh… that you had to see all that.” 

He smiled, shaking his head as if he was going to tell you something more, when his eyes seemed to catch something along your torso. 

You looked down, and under the last book you’d pulled off your stomach sat a little glowing orb, about the size of your palm. 

Its warm amber light glowed against the fabric of your shirt, and you looked just as shocked at Zhongli for a moment. 

But his face steadied, and he smiled down at you. “It seems that your perseverance has been recognized in the highest regard.” 

You gapped down at the geo vision sitting on your stomach. 

“I… what?” 

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AN: what did you think? Please let me know in the comments/tags/askbox! Also feel free to send in ideas for some dynamics you’d enjoy seeing between these two, as I have a vague idea of where the story will go, but its not entirely concrete yet!

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An: HOLY SHIT YALL AHVE SEEN BAIZHU'S TEASER LIKE-?!#+!#+₱;₱ | Wc: 400+

Tags: fluff with small crack, mention of cuts, established relationship

You, as a traveler who always face strong enemies on your journey. And if you got injured you tend to always come over at bubu pharmacy, but sometimes your injuries does not come from hilichurls etc.

On your way to the bubu pharmacy with a cut you got while doing commisions, the cut was small that you can treat it on your own but you decided to go to bubu pharmacy instead, why? Silly, its because you wanted to see the love of your life.

Once you finally reach your destination you wave at Qiqi first which she gave you a small wave, looking around for any signs of green haired man you sigh in disappointment, 'please i did not go here just for him to not appear on my sight..' frowning, you decided to wait until you heard a voice—of your beloved Baizhu

"I have seen that you came all the way here just to get your cuts healed, or you're here just to see me?" You let out a small grumble while he just chuckle at you "maybe... But hey! Atleast i put on effort to get my way here—after all i love it when you're taking care of me.." 'it makes me feel like the most happiest person in the world..' you felt his hand wrap around yours and gently kiss your fingertips, making you flustered. God he could be the death of you

"Well im glad to hear that dear, but first things first lets cover up your cuts hm?" You nodded as you watch him wrap a bandage at your cuts, you continue to stare at him lovingly while he focuses on taking care of you

'he's so pretty... God im so lucky..' squealing in your mind you didn't notice Baizhu gaze up on you with a gentle smile "Im flattered that you think of me in that way dear, now care to tell me why you pay a visit here?" You flinched when he said that, did you said it out loud?

"Is it bad me to visit the love of my life?" You playfully glared at him, causing him to smile that you almost fainted due to how pretty he really is "of course not, you could've treated your cuts on your own... But i see that you're here because of me?" He teased and you slap his shoulder lightly and he chuckle lightly

"Oh shut it! Its not because of you...—well maybe but-"

Before you could continue your sentence you felt soft lips shutting you up completely, you stared at Baizhu before going outside the Bubu pharmacy and scream in joy, You swear you love this man endlessly.

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Some Kazuha fluff from me (finally!)

Kazuha finds himself intrigued with the the the Alcor's pharmacist. He feels he knows you from somewhere but he just can't remember where. That is, until he spots your very familiar wrist flick and his memory is sparked.

He recalls that the two of you were betrothed since you were children until his father cancelled the engagement shortly after he turned twelve. He remembers paying a visit to your family after dissolving the Kaedahara clan and your mother informing him that you had left to study in Sumeru.

Kazuha confronts you one night during one of the crew's late night celebrations; you were busy at your workspace preparing hangover potions for everyone.

The two of you have that long overdue talk over a pot of Qingxin flower tea, only to find out your feelings for each other never changed over the years.

The next morning, Beidou sees your enjoined hands and she burst out laughing all the way to Mora-Grubber. Apparently, the entire crew has a betting pool on you two.

KAZUHA ♡⊹˚ Hold my hand [SFW]

fem. reader (3rd person) ; fluff, my beloved. 

3k words.

notes. I am a simple woman. I love tooth rotting fluff, as well as mutual pinning. They are my most innocent guilty pleasures and as such I am more than happy to write this one~ Enjoy ✧˖°.

"Another one? Seriously?"

The judgment was more than evident, the sailor offering nothing more than an apologetic smile as he clasped his hands together. The pharmacist, on the other hand, only eyed him with a glance that could only be described as both disbelief and acceptance. Even when the man before her was much taller and physically well built, the aura of respect their pharmacist radiated was enough to bring any well seasoned seaman to his knees.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," He had laughed nervously, still gazing ahead at the woman before him. "Captain Beidou is returning and, well, we wanted to-"

"Yes yes, to celebrate another victory." [F/N] sighed, waving her hand in dismissal as she looked over the notes she had taken. "Look, I know why you came if that's the case. All I will need is another batch of violetgrass if you want me to prepare enough remedy for the crew. Can someone please go pick it up at the Bubu Pharmacy for me? I wouldn't mind going myself, but I need to keep watch over the other brewing ingredients in the meantime."

"Of course, Miss [F/N]!" The way his eyes sparkled was almost endearing, were it not for the absolute menace a bunch of drunk rowdy men could be. 

[F/N], was quick to wave him off before she was left alone in her station once more. She let out a small sigh, fingers flicking through the papers in which she stored all her notes regarding their medicinal inventory. She huffed under her breath, mumbling aloud as she thought over her predicament - violetgrass was common enough to treat any kind of hangover, however if she wished for the crew to be up and functional the following morning, she would perhaps need a few more particular ingredients for the potion. 

And as such, with a heavy sigh, she excited her chamber and made way to the main deck. There were still men working their regular day, a few smiling her way before bidding her a good morning. Despite the big pain they could be when drunk, [F/N] had to admit, they were otherwise a good bunch. 

"G'morning, Miss [F/N]." Juza the chief mate greeted her, whipping his brow as he nodded her head.

"Good morning, Juza. Mind answering me one question?" She smiled his way.

"Sure, what can I help you with?"

And as such, she inquired if he knew what kind of liquor would be served on the approaching festivities. Since most of the alcoholic beverages would be arranged by the crew themselves, she half expected them to go absolutely crazy with it. Anything, to them, was worth the festivities, and the presence of Captain Beidou practically doubled it. This, in turn, required her utmost attention. As such, as he went through the list, they stood still on the deck whilst men circled around them, working to ensure the stability of the vessel.

The breeze that flew through the Alcor was soft, soothing even. From the seat in which he stood, Kazuha had a wonderful view of the calm sea, his eyes shimmering with the light of the sun as he felt the winds caress through his hair. The routined sounds of the crew going about their business was mostly white noise to his ears, offering him a small sense of comfort before he heard a conversation across the main deck.

"How did you even get your hands on that?!" 

The known figure of Juza was seen rubbing the back of his neck, laughing softly before offering an explanation to the young woman he spoke with. By her body language she seemed agitated, hands on her hips as she listened to him with exasperation. Kazuha found himself lingering his gaze for far longer than what was usual of him, the woman pulling at his soul in a way he couldn't exactly describe. He could feel his gaze narrowing, the cogs on his head beginning to turn as he found himself in murky waters. There was something in her tone of voice that seemed to ring a bell, yet… The samurai couldn't exactly explain what it was, or where did such emotions come from - he was both confused and excited from within, his chest bubbling long before his mind had connected the dots at last. 

It came to him suddenly, his eyes widening as he saw it. Just as the young woman shook her head, her right hand lifted, a simple gesture opening the lock in his mind to bring him back to fond memories. In a swift gesture she flicked it, a scoff accompanying it as her response hadn't even registered in his mind. Instead, Kazuha found his heart beating quicker and stronger inside his ribcage. His mind leaped back in time, reminiscing back to when he played with a young girl inside his residence, the two of them sharing laughter as they held one another's hands. The gesture was first seen there, a soon-to-be common sight to behold as the young girl dressed in floral kimonos would repeat it whenever strong emotions took hold of her.

Her hair, her eyes, her face… The one he'd once been betrothed to stood near him, her matured beauty impressing him in a way he would've never guessed it would. In fact, Kazuha felt as though he'd been swept off his feet. Was it the sense of nostalgia, the sheer enchantment he felt being cast on him, or was it the mere surprise to find her in such a place? Then again… It could very well be all the three at once. All the nature that surrounded him seemed to come to a stand still, his very being focusing alone on the figure of the young woman as she retreated from the surface of the Alcor. He watched just as her sight left his gaze, eyelids lowering slightly as he felt himself being washed away by his memories.

"Kazu, how do you do that?" He remembers her pouting, holding a similar leaf to the one he hand on his fingers.

"It's simple, [F/N]. I can teach you if you'd like?" 

He had once taught her how to blow on a leaf, the soft melody it made causing her curiosity to bloom. He still remembers vividly how she had gasped upon finally getting it right, her eyes shimmering in delight as she clapped in victory. 

"Thanks, Kazu! I would've never gotten it right were it not for your help."

"You would've, I know so." He'd smiled, nodding his head. "I took much longer to learn it from my dad."

"I can't wait to show my mom!" She had smiled so brightly as she twirled the leaf on her fingers. 

Her mother… Yes, the same mother that had informed him time later she'd left Inazuma to pursue studies in Sumeru. Kazuha remembers how they had spoken less and less as time went on after the annulment of their engagement, and before he'd time to realize it, she slipped past his fingers. At the time, Kazuha thought he only valued her as a friend, the small bubbling emotions within his chest being ignored as the innocence of his childhood told him they were only friends. He couldn't deny how he missed her company, nor how he would oftentimes still remember her and wonder aloud how she would be. The wanderer had, after all, never gotten back to Inazuma safe for the one time he'd gone by to help the traveler. He had no time to visit again, to ask if his dear friend [F/N] had returned. For all he knew, she would've still been in Sumeru… Yet there she was, so close, yet so far.

For once in his time as a wandering Samurai, Kazuha wasn't outright certain of how to proceed. Should he let her be, and allow her to move on? Perhaps now that she had gotten older she grew a distaste for their past relationship as betrothed to one another. Yet, deep in his being… He hoped he could indulge. He deeply wished to see her closer, to speak to her again, to witness if she would sport the same look of surprise he had upon realizing she'd been so close to him. 

He pondered, and thought some more. He sought answers in the winds, the breeze only further delving him into a state of hesitancy. Before he knew it night had come by, with it the feast commencing. The crew was in great spirits, and so was Captain Beidou. The aura in the Alcor was of grand festivities, the lights and the music surely being heard on land as Kazuha sought refuge in the higher points of the ship. 

There was no point in delaying it further. He would certainly regret it to not seek answers, and he wasn't any coward either. Kazuha jumped before landing on his feet, disappearing quickly into the lower decks before any sailor could whisk him off to drink. He was subtle in his escape, though not enough for the trained eye to not see him going a certain direction. There surely was interest in where he was going, yet by that point, Kazuha didn't care, nor did he notice… He was too preoccupied with the thoughts rushing through his head, the mere idea of seeing [F/N] and speaking to her again filling his entire mind. 

A knock came to her door, the young woman lifting her head as she took a pause to listen. It was still early for anyone to take the brewing mixture, the ingredients still being processed…. But then again, it was probably not that. Whoever had reached her door had been quiet, no sounds of stumbling or hiccuping being heard. It gave [F/N] a brief sense of relief, deciding to speak up as she turned around to tend to the concoction that required her attention.

"Yes? Come in."

It was a simple enough phrase, followed by the few clinks of what Kazuha presumed was her using her utensils. Still, it felt like a warm melody to his ears, his own voice being stuck in his throat as he couldn't help but smile. The little girl in the flowery kimono, who would dance with him and hold his hands, all those pleasant memories flashed through his head once more just as he turned the knob, opening the door before quietly stepping in. She was turned around, her back to him as she made sure to thoroughly mix the ingredients for the remedy. It was like she waited for him to speak, all the while Kazuha waited patiently for him to gain her attention. 

"Yes?" She repeated as she heard the door close soon after, an eyebrow raising at the silence that lingered in the air. [F/N] tucked some hair behind her ear before turning around, finally coming face to face with whomever visited her. "Is there anything I can-"

She found herself suddenly shutting up, her eyelids widening slightly. Before her stood a young man dressed in warm tones, the beautiful maple leaf stamped on his intricate clothing that reminded her of home. The smile he wore was as warm as the sunlight, comforting as a fire that warded off the cold of the world. His eyes, red as the same crimson leaf, reflected back an amount of emotion she couldn't nearly keep up with, patiently waiting for her to speak. Most of all however… That single streak of red hair, it brought her back, back to a time [F/N] found herself reflecting back on often, wondering how her once betrothed was doing. 

"Hello, [F/N]. It’s so good to see you." Kazuha finally spoke up, the same smile he would give her all those years ago still present on his handsome features. 

"K… Kazuha? It's really you…." She whispered, barely audible, her work suddenly no longer important. Her eyes were fixated on his own, the pair sharing a vulnerable moment as silence reigned for the time being. 

"Yes… I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm welcome but I-"

"Are you kidding me? It's so good to see you!" She had smiled, the faintest pink dust lingering on her cheeks as she rounded up her table.

He couldn't lie, it was wonderful to hear such. He watched as [F/N] came closer to him, arms opening before enveloping him in a tight embrace. Kazuha couldn't help but let out the faintest chuckle, his strong grip caging her in his arms as they swayed slightly to one side, then the other. Just like they would do when younger…. The kind of hug to bring back a one of a kind comfort, as well as unearth the same feelings that had germinated during his pre-adolescence. 

"How have you been?" [F/N] broke the silence, her voice slightly muffled as she still hid her face against his figure. Kazuha couldn't help but further smile, hesitantly leaning back to gaze at her frame. 

"I've been alright, thank you." He humbly spoke, his fingers finding some strands to tuck behind her ear. "I'd be more inclined to hear you speak how you've been though, if you wouldn't mind?..."

It was as though their friendship had picked up where they had left off - with a single glance to his eyes, [F/N] knew exactly what he meant. Understanding there were a few things he wouldn't enjoy reminiscing on during such a moment, she nodded her head, deciding to oblige to his request. They spoke whilst still in each other's arms, her hands resting against his back all the while. 

"Of course… Would you join me for a cup of qingxin tea?" She proposed.

And who was he to refuse such an invitation? 

Kazuha's heart was soaring above. It simply felt so… Right. He found himself wishing to hear her laugh constantly, to hear her explain excitedly how her life had been. He simply couldn't get enough of her voice, her mannerism, of her. Who was he kidding? His little kiddie crush had bloomed into something more, or perhaps it had always been there and his innocence didn't allow him to fully grasp it. Often she would flick her wrist as she spoke, his gaze following it always as he smiled. Her hands looked so delicate and warm… He found himself yearning to hold her hand against his, as he once would.

"Kazu? You there?" [F/N] smiled at him, eyebrow raising as she held the teapot in her hand before serving him another cup.

"Ah… I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" He offered her an apologetic, albeit still lovely smile.

"Just what is going through that mind of yours?" It was her turn to giggle, passing him his cup. The glint in his eye didn't pass unnoticed, and in a moment of bravery, he didn't hesitate to respond. 

"I was reminiscing on how we would hold hands, once." Kazuha whispered, watching with delight how the blush rose to her face. 

In her place, [F/N] stood still, her eyes meeting his own before both coming to a stand still. Her lips almost rose by their own will, a shy yet beautiful smile gracing her face as she looked away for a brief instance. She too, remembered how he would always indulge her in her requests of taking her hand, the two walking through the tall maple trees whilst the wind blew ever so gently. 

"Ah…" She responded, prompting him to tilt his head in what she didn't know was endearment. "I would always ask you to, wouldn't I?... Sorry, that must've been a little uncomfortable." She played it off with a small laugh, whilst he instead frowned softly.

"No, quite the contrary. I loved it." Kazuha now had no problems speaking his mind, his heart being fueled by the presence of the girl before him. He watched with adoration as her expression shifted back to bashfulness, eyeing him with vulnerability as if inquiring him silently if he meant it. 

And instead of responding verbally, the samurai instead lifted his hand, holding it out of her to take with a smile. He waited for her to slowly take it, him slowly intertwining his fingers with her own before firmly holding her hand. The smile he offered her was now transparent of his feelings for her, Kazuha speaking of everything needed in pure silence. The noise of the party outside became more and more muffled as they cherished their moment, [F/N] reciprocating the grasp before offering him a more sincere smile. 

"I… Really missed you, Kazuha." She finally admitted, his squeeze to her hand tightening slightly. 

"I did, too." He responded firmly, lifting out of his chair before having her follow him. He carefully brought her hand to his chest, pressing against him as his own hands secured hers closer. He never ceased to smile, their foreheads slowly lingering before pressing against one another. At that moment, they needn't say much else, basking in the fondness of one another between a shared glance. "Do you think we could… Perhaps, pick up where we left off?" 

She giggled softly, his heart busting in glee. "Hold my hand a little longer, and I may just cave in."

"Oh, I'll hold it for as long as you like, dove."

And true to his promise, the following day, they could be found by the main deck, on a corner as they felt the wind gently brush through them. Their fingers were once more intertwined, [F/N] resting against his side as they laughed softly, reminiscing on funny stories that brought them back to simpler times. Often, [F/N] would find herself drawing patterns in his hand with her thumb, caressing his skin ever so gently as Kazuha relished in the feeling, his soul now warm and complete. For as long as needed be, he would hold her hand, relishing in the simple yet meaningful gesture. 

"And I believe that means I've won the bet." A roar was heard on the other side of the ship, though the two were perhaps blessed to not catch wind of it. "Juza, you owe me!"

"Argh…" The chief mate grunted, though the scowl on his face was certainly not a serious one. He couldn't help but shake his head and smirk. "Seems like you hit the mark, Captain."

"Hah, what were you expecting?" Beidou laughed triumphantly, eyeing the couple with pride beaming in her chest. "Now, go and get the hangover medicine for the men. It's about time they begin working!" She finished, before going off to collect her well deserved prize - a heft bag of mora, of course.

[tartigglez]

"oops?"

zhongli x gn!reader

・❥・fluffy fluffy fluff!

・❥・0.5k

・❥・reader is introverted, it's readers bday! kith kith, hugz, reader is shorter than zhong, petnames

・❥・this is a (late) birthday present for the lovely lovely @lioria, i hope you had a lovely day my dear, here's a very short gift!

you weren’t much of a fan of big birthday outings, nor of large crowds. zhongli knew this, and so instead he spent the day with you alone, doing whatever you wanted to do, and of course he had bought you a present too, a new outfit, embroidered with the finest liyuean silk, as well as a new bracelet, one with a small piece of cor lapis lodged inside a golden band. not only this, but he also bought you a blend of bath salts, which he intended to use alongside you at some point during the week.

despite the fact that you were celebrating a special day, you hadn’t gone out, and as a result felt like a bit of a shut in. so, you looked to the man sitting next to you on your bed, and asked if the pair of you could take a walk. 

the night air in liyue was always nice. it wasn’t too warm, nor too cold, nor too humid. of course with living in a harbour city, you could almost always hear the sea, unless you were on a busy street. the lanterns which hung from some of the buildings perfectly illuminated the cobblestone street laid out in front of you, casting a warm light over you and your beloved.

“are you warm enough?” he questioned, running his soft thumb over the back of your hand as he held it, taking leisurely steps towards yujing terrace. "i’m just fine, love” you giggled at his concern. he paused his strolling to turn to you, standing in the pathway between the ponds, near bubu pharmacy. gently holding your waist, he gazed at you with warm, kind eyes. “happy birthday, dear” he smiled. 

“y’know, you don’t have to say it forty times, ‘li” you laughed, smiling at him. he quickly moved one hand to your cheek, and pulled you into a warm kiss, just for a moment. he pulled away before letting out a light chuckle. was he blushing?

“li! don’t do that here! someone might see!” you giggled through your words as he smiled. “my love, you cease to remember, this is my city after all” he pulled you towards him, your head meeting his chest as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, having you wrap yours around his waist. he then kissed you on the forehead, wondering how he ever managed to meet someone like you. 

“should we continue, my lily?” he sighed, unwrapping himself from around you, once again taking a gentle hold on your hand, kissing the back of it before he began his regal strides again, you struggling to keep up with how long his steps were. walking towards the sunset, he once again spoke.

“happy birthday”

"stop saying it!”

“i don’t understand mortals, one minute they want their birthday celebrated, the next minute their lovely archon boyfriend is congratulating them on it too much!” 

“quit complaining, morax!”

“you shouldn’t call me that in public”

“oops?”

sfw masterlist

© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

To make you feel better, this is my offering!

Climbing to the top of the stairs next to Bubu pharmacy you sit near the edge of the cliff quietly waiting with your lantern for the fireworks to finally set off. You hear somebody behind you, but it wasn’t rustling that you heard, it was purring, purring from your favourite person but in a bigger, fluffier form. He sat down a bit further behind from you so that people couldn’t see him from down below. You move back a bit to nussle into his side, his warm fluff and purring soothed you on this cold airy night. As the fireworks lit the sky with a stunning array of red, oranges, yellows.

As all of the lanterns light up liyue, and gently raise into the sky, you hold one of legacy’s hand and the other helps you lift your own lantern into the sky.

A new beginning for a new year to come. One that hopefully keeps your Ajax and legacy beside you.

Some fluff for you wifi hope you feel better and have some flowers 💐

🍑 anon

!!!! thank you very much for the flowers my dear i will put them in a vase right away :D

ohhh my goodness after you release the lantern, you lean back against Foul Legacy's chest, his arms coming to wrap around you. with one smooth motion he whirls you around so you're facing him, looking at you with a world's worth of love and adoration in his crystalline eye before leaning in and nudging his forehead against yours. with a kind laugh you reach to cup his face in your hands, cooing at the way he melts into your touch. no one notices- Lantern Rite is too big of an occasion, so you take your time scratching underneath Foul Legacy's chin and behind his horns, listening to his blissful purrs and smoothing down his fluffy ginger hair

it's getting late, and you yawn tiredly. with a croon Foul Legacy scoops you into his arms, wings fluttering open to bring you back home. he lands on the roof, looking upwards towards the sky blooming with colors, and you snuggle closer to admire the numerous lanterns floating on air, only to sneeze at the chilled night. Foul Legacy whines, bumping his head against your cheek, and you turn to place a small kiss met with a flustered yelp. he ducks his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, cheeks burning, and you burst into delighted laughter, petting his hair

"Happy new year, to me and you, my beloved Legacy"

[idyllic-affections]

baizhu................. cries

this is unrelated to anything but i rly like the idea of bubu pharmacy being like... a safe spot in liyue. somewhere where you can go and spend time or hide whenever you need it, in one way or another

also i will read this fic u just reblogged one day but not now i need to study and not cry.......... /Lh

ALSO lantern rite liker real i love the atmosphere of this festival (i've only been here for one lantern rite since i started playing but shhhhh)

mondstadt and liyue events >>>>>>

YEAH EXACTLY i think bubu pharmacy is a safe space. it genuinely feels like it would be so safe and accomodating. baizhu, qiqi, and gui all feel so warm and safe to me. i love you bubu pharmacy staff 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

HAHA take your time!!! it is a very heavy fic, both in terms of lore (what lore i knew at the time anyway; there is canon information that goes against certain aspects of that fic, particularly regarding skirk, but i did with what i had back then) and mental health. it isn't going anywhere, so you can read it whenever you get the chance!!

NO LMAO ME TOO i've only been here for one other lantern rite but i just know lantern rite is always the best 🙏🙏 i feel it in my bones 🙏🙏🙏🙏

liyue and mond <3333 my beloveds <333

[taegularities]

Hey darling! I hope that you’re doing better, I think everything it’s so chaotic and so overwhelming to the point that’s unbearable. I’m so sorry for the situation that you’re going through I sent you a really big and warm hug and I hope you can find at least at some point a little peace of mind. You know let me tell you a different perspective, in my country we tend to see 💀 as something beautiful and please don’t get me wrong 🥺, for us it’s not like they left us it’s just a really long rest and each time on November 1st and 2nd we remember them and they came to see us to visit us and spending time with but you now for me they never left us. That being said I will light a white candle for your beloved one and I hope that they can find peace.

Pd. definitely watching Coco it’s the best to understand our beautiful tradition 🫶

Anywaaay I’m so sorry if I bother you but I found a really beautiful poem about this. Take your time to heal and hug yourself be kind with yourself, we’re humans and we have feelings, it’s ok to feel this way but ma’am you’re not alone bubu 🤍

For the living, I am gone

For the afflicted, I never went back

For the angry, I was deceived,

But for the happy, I'm at peace,

and for those who have faith, I never went.

I can not be seen, but I can hear.

So when you're on the edge contemplating a beautiful sea - remember me.

As you gaze in awe at a mighty forest and its majesty - remember me.

While you look at a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.

Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, in the memories of the times we loved,

the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.

Because if you always think of me, I will never go.

you're never bothering, this was such a heartfelt message and i appreciate it so much 🥺 your culture is beautiful!! i have watched and rewatched Coco, i love it so much. and every time it gives me a new sense of life? like it makes me want to appreciate all about life. had the same feeling after watching Soul!! but thank you truly, your words are encouraging as hell. and the poem is gorgeous. "for the happy, I'm at peace". i like to believe that this is true <3

[scarletwritesshit]

genshin impact fanfic masterlist

Kaveh x Reader ✦ Oh my God! Roommates!

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Alhaitham x Layla ✎ Study (They Mean Do Nothing) Date

✎Cross posted on AO3✎

Layla struggles to work on her research...consciously, at least. Who else would she call upon for assistance other than Alhaitham, the brilliant and conveniently comfortable man that she just so happens to fall asleep on every time they hang out?

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Alhaitham x Layla ❅ It's a 50/50 Between a Soup Recipe or Research Paper

❅Cross posted on AO3❅

For someone who was known for her top of the line research papers, Layla sure was struggling to write out a few honest words to the man she loved most…

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Baizhu x Dehya ✚ An Excerpt From Qiqi's Notebook Titled "Dehya"

✚Cross posted on AO3✚

When Qiqi first saw a strange "cat-eared" woman making frequent trips to Bubu Pharmacy, she immediately knew that this mercenary stood out enough to be rather noteworthy. To not forget this unusual visitor, Qiqi did was she always did when she wanted to remember something; write it in her notebook.

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Kaveh x Sucrose 🦴 Better than Bones

🦴Cross posted on AO3🦴

All Sucrose wanted to do was to add a few exotic bones to her collection. Meeting up with a gorgeous man who was as vibrant as Sumeru's wildlife wasn't exactly the plan, nor did she account for this outcome, but perhaps he held the potential to be her most precious find yet.

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Kaeya x Yae Miko 🍷 Over a Glass of Sakura Wine

🍷Cross posted on AO3🍷

Kaeya has a sneaking suspicion that Yae Miko is up to no good. He can't quite pinpoint what, but as someone with as shady of a past as himself, he knows when someone is more than meets the eye. The feeling is mutual. Yae is curious, yet wary of him as well. Despite this, the only thing that the two managed to swindle each other into was a date.

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Kaveh x Layla ✨ For Whom The Artistic Mind Yearns For

✨Cross posted on AO3✨

Kaveh never particularly viewed his work in a positive light. One nice sketch with a minor flaw, unacceptable to him. Something has to open his eyes to the beauty in his work, but maybe the solution to his problem lies within his peacefully sleeping study partner.

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Wriothesley x Reader ⛓️ Eye of the Beholder

⛓️ Cross posted on AO3 ⛓️

A wolf's eyesight was meant for tracking prey and nothing else. Night vision, color blindness, all perfectly engineered for that of a killer. In the dungeons of Fontaine, Wriothesley's canine-like eyes came in handy for keeping a close eye on prisoners…his prey. On the surface, however, he was blind to the beauties that the natural world had to offer. Wriothesley wasn't a four-legged hunter. He was human, like the majority of Teyvat. If only there was some way he could experience the colors of the world for himself.

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Ganyu x Neuvillette 💧 Ice that Melts like the Tears of Yore

💧Cross posted on AO3💧

Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, do not cry! A baby blue goat has caught your eye. Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, do not cry! She yearns for some rest, do you allow her to stop by?

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Arlecchino x Furina ⚖️ Guilty by Blindness

⚖️Cross posted on AO3⚖️

The beloved almighty showstopping Archon of Fontaine would never allow herself to be influenced by any third parties in a court hearing. Not one person or one thousand could skew her viewpoints on justice…no…not ever. And if you told her otherwise, she would likely throw a fit. But brats will be brats, and if it's one thing a brat enjoys, it's finding themselves in a choke-hold.

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Furina x Neuvillette 🌧️ Thoughts After the Rain

🌧️Cross posted on AO3🌧️

It's been a long 500 years for Furina, and even with her curse lifted, she still felt the lingering emptiness from having to fake her entire identity all these years. Neuvillette was not dealing with these revelations all too well himself. Having personally witnessed the execution of his beloved Archon took a toll on his well being, and he was unwilling to forgive himself for recent events so easily. Furina was alive. Neuvillette was alive. Perhaps that was simply the key to the rain in Fontaine ultimately letting up.

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Ganyu x Neuvillette 📝Different Definitions of Relaxing

📝Cross posted on AO3📝

How do you get someone, whose apparent favorite pastime is to constantly work, to take a break from said work and clear her mind of her worries? Neuvillette may be quite experienced, but this was something that he didn't quite know the answer to himself.

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Albedo x Reader 🎨 Thousand Strokes, Thousand Words For @/n3r0-1417

🎨Cross posed on AO3🎨

Albedo was never good at forming deep, emotional connections, let alone communicating them. This lack of particular experience proved to be quite a hindrance once Albedo began to develop feelings for a certain someone. Where words failed him, a thoughtful stroke of his paintbrush would be worth more than a thousand words.

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Raiden Shogun (Ei) x Tighnari 🌿 A Guide to the First Flower's Bloom

🌿Cross posted on AO3🌿

All Tighnari wanted to do was to find a field guide to aid him in his research in Inazuma. Not come face to face with the Raiden Shogun and Yae Miko themselves, though things took a turn for the unexpected in a way that no botanical researcher would ever see coming.

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Neuvillette x Reader 🌊 Flooded by Life

🌊 Cross posted on AO3 🌊

Take a step back. No one expected the damage from Fontaine's great flood to be repaired in the span of a night, and you certainly should pressure yourself to attempt such a feat. Even Neuvillette, pained by having to watch you attempt to struggle alone, agrees that a time and place for rest is greatly needed for optimal recovery. If only you were so willing to accept his gentle advice.

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Faceless Ayato & Klee 🎭 A Friendly Face

🎭Cross posted on AO3🎭

Jean cannot stop Klee ~♫ Klee can go wherever she wants, whenever she wants ~♫ Breaking out of containment is no difficult task for Klee ~♫ And Klee loves making new friends ~♫ Quiet or talkative, active or widthdrawn, Klee befriends all! ~♫

[sexysilverstrider]

this took longer than i thought lmao

i wanted to have an all dual type except for typhlosion but like. i dont want overlapping types so 3 monos and 3 duals it is

first and foremost is typhlosion. my boy. my baby. my bubu chacha. he is forever loved in my heart he is my son my baby and i cherish and love and will kill for him. he is a little bastard man and i forgive him because he is my fuzzy fire child

i LOVE hisuian liligant shes so ~eleganceTM~ and i have a shiny so its perfect hehe. ive never loved a fighting type so fast and lo and behold my beloved daughter

i am so attached to samurott coz of my fws writing days. hes a cocky cheeky handsome boy who protects and attacks. isaac ;w;

hisuian zoroark is heartbreaking and handsome and terrifying and sexy. he has the power to transform into anything to fool his prey and kill a cold heartless death in the name of vengeance. i can fix him.

hydreigon HE IS MY BOY!!! MY GOODEST BOY! I WUV HIM SO MUCH OOOOOOOOOOO HES MY BABY

like samurott i got so attached to mewtwo because of my sss writing days. he is so sad and charming to me hes still a cat but with human depression and resentment but is willing to learn and heal. he is also my baby

[zhongrin]

Sis, please. I am merely stating the truth~♡

In my humble opinion, Zhongli wants nothing but the best for you, mora be damned, dignity be damned, celestia be damned. He'll spoil you a lot, only taking the finer things in life, things that are worthy for the mate of the geo archon.

Nevertheless, Zhongli's a keeper. I could imagine him throwing the most tasteful, respectful, and elegant funeral for you. And when you got revived did we just became a new adeptus!? be prepared for a more protective hubby guarding you everywhere. Mr. Zhongli the local gentleman got traumatized by losing his spouse and getting you back fresh from the next world was a vibe check

Venti: Man, this party is dead

Zhongli: Bard, this is a funeral

zhongli spoiling his beloved so true *cries* he. he truly is a keeper. i mean sure he's got his flaws but he's so... akdjajdjsl idk he would be one of the most ideal husbands out there imo

hehehehehe maybe we did winkwink

it's like he's your shadow for the first few days cause he's literally tailing you everywhere. yk those cats and dogs who scratch the bathroom door when you're going to the bathroom? that's him.

he doesn't scratch on the bathroom door tho, he's too much of a gentleman for that... but he does knock every five minutes asking "dear? are you alright? you're taking a long time in there. do you need my help? are you in mortal danger-" like zhongli pls what kind of mortal danger would a bathroom have-

archons forbid you accidentally trip or hurt yourself in this fragile period. you're gonna have to persuade him hard to not turn full dragon mode to rush you to bubu pharmacy.

ALSO VENTI HAHAHAHHHAHAHHAH NOT AT MY FUNERAL PLS-

[illogicallyx]

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴

#answered minmin! - @/𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘮𝘪𝘯.

#answered lynx! - @/𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

#answered my beloved! - @/𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

#answered T baby! - @/𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳.

#answered cinnamonbun! - @/𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦.

#answered marshmellow! - @/𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

#answered nonie! - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘤.

#asks <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴

#book recs <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴.

#ramblings <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴.

#johnny <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.

#bubu <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.

#gojo <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.

#jjk fic recs <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘫𝘬.

#svt <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘷𝘵.

#nct recs <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘤𝘵.

#svt recs <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘷𝘵.

#nct <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘯𝘤𝘵.

#jjk <3 - 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

[hypo-critic-al]

for the adk game :]

thank you very much for the ask bubu :D

1. our baby Gabriel ;A;

and our story characters!!! i don’t consume much media for lack of time, but Gabriel will always be my beloved 🥺

8. none actually! i drink tap water or run downstairs to get water/tea :]

43. i like them! i can’t handle much spice though, and garlic had enough spicy kick to burn my tongue 😔

44. no one actually! all people deserve to live, why would i ťwant to take their life from anybody? my parents, for legal reasons that’s a joke akhem

45. fuuuh…. yesterday…

not much, i was at home, wrote a biology essay, drawn for a bit… yeah! an alright day

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#138 - Two For The Show - Kansas (1978)

I was originally gonna get this review out on Thanksgiving, but due to family and stuff I couldn’t. That being said, better late than never ‘ey?

Prog Rock in the 70s was definitely dominated by Europe with King Crimson and or Gentle Giant raging through, though in the American continent there was still some hype around a good amount of bands. In South America there are bands like Bubu from Argentina, and Os Mutantes from Brazil. Canada got its fair share of Prog too with Harmonium and the well beloved Rush. In between them with America, most progressive acts were very centered on Jazz, most likely due to it being a big cultural thing in the 70s and 60s with acts like Frank Zappa, Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock, and Return To Forever supplying the more jazz focused music in the American region. Though for more general rock fans that want the more harder side of the genre were still in luck, especially in the Heartland area in states like Ohio, Indiana, and of course Kansas. The more American focused Prog in the Heartlands were less reliant on European classicalism and symphonics but more on a harder rock and even slightly country sound, though bands like Styx would sprinkle in some Euro influences in their music from time to time. These tropes and characteristics of American styled Prog can be seen most prominently with Kansas.

To me Kansas has never been my favorite band in my country, but that is compared to modern acts around my banks of expertise. Even though they may not be my favorite, they still have made some very amazing albums like Song For America and Point Of Know Return, and some very classic songs that I think even non Progheads love like Carry On My Wayward Son and Dust In The Wind. As an American I find Kansas to hit pretty close to home since I live in the Western Heartland area of the USA, though I was born in a coastal state. So with that being said, I absolutely adore this live album they put out in ‘78.

Two For The Show is one of Kansas’ expertly crafted musical ventures, featuring songs from their first five records (Kansas, Song For America, Masque, Leftoverture, and Point Of Know Return.) and they picked out the best of the best for this live show in those respective albums, beginning with the awesome Song For America from its titular album and ending with the big 11 minute suite Magnum Opus from Leftoverture, with the songs in between containing amazingly placed numbers like Icarus and Journey From Mariabronn. No song here is bad, not even close, and for me a good live album should, for one, bring out new experiences to songs, and create for a lively and fun atmosphere. This album does not only do both, but exceeds my expectations in how live albums should be. The big and grand sound the band raises in this live performance in each song allows them to constantly feel fresh even after multiple listens with me noticing new things each time, especially with headphones.

I think the best version of the album to listen to is the 30th anniversary edition with another hour worth of content that continues the streak of amazing songs from Kansas’ lineage. Not only do you get a mouthful of music from this edition, but so much good material that, even with its long 2 hour length, you cannot help but love it even more.

I just love the big and super radical sound Kansas exudes on this live venture, that I just want more of what they have to offer in this big adventure they set out on stage. The violin work of Robby Steinhardt is the soul part of the album for me, working hand in hand with Steve Walsh’s keyboard works and Kerry and Rich’s guitars. But, they do not compare with the immaculate bass work of Dave Hope. Again, listen to this with headphones and just listen to Dave’s bass. It is so meaty, powerful, and poignant that it is a crying shame he doesn’t get the spotlight in comparison to other bass legends like Geddy Lee and Les Claypool.

I also really like how sometimes the band would sprinkle in a bit of a melody in some cases where they interconnect the songs they are playing. You can see that with Portrait to Carry On My Wayward Son and Excerpt from "Lamplight Symphony" to The Wall. It just makes the album so much bigger and better, really solidifying the band’s Prog status while retaining their hearty sound of music.

Pretty much all of this album, front to back, is a gemstone just waiting to be cracked into. 14 songs of pure progressive stasis, and 11 more just waiting to be eaten up in the anniversary edition. If you haven’t heard this live album, do yourself a favor and listen to it since this album should be one everyone at least in some point should look into as it is one of the best live releases in my opinion. Such an amazing work of art from this band.

5/5