#zhongli one shots

[hydrodragons]

furina imitating her fellow archons 💙

[tetsuskei]

lust for life - zhongli [nsfw]

synopsis: your first time with the geo archon leads to a riveting adventure that you never dreamed of, but also don’t regret

notes: this is the first time i’m writing for zhongli and genshin, so please be nice. i apologize for anything potentially ooc. i’m learning. :]

warnings: praise kink, dragon tendencies (?), unprotected sex, pet names, zhongli is called morax, lana del rey song title, body worship, liyue archon quest spoilers

word count: 2.4k

interactions and comments appreciated!

being in a relationship with zhongli is exhilarating. it is calm and a rush all at the same time. invigorating, perhaps.

liyue, the city of contracts, is always bustling with something new and exciting each day. the harbor specifically hails as a place that showcases the customs and traditions in the most beautiful ways.

the smell of freshly made grilled tiger-fish and chopped suey perfuming the air, and the shine of the beautifully crafted kites the nice old lady sells only make up a few traits the harbor carries. there’s also the bustle of the shops, selling different types of flowers and fruits and jewels ranging from jade to lapis.

as much as liyue is your home, there couldn’t be a better place of solace than in your boyfriend.

over the course of knowing him, he’s taught and shown you many things. and one of those things just happens to be the way of love. you have never been that involved before in a romantic relationship before he came along. but once he did, you could barely remember what life was like before him.

being that zhongli is now ‘mortal’, there are many things about him that still stand out from regular human beings. of course, this all makes sense when considering his reptilian nature at hand.

his eyes, a piercing aurelian color are a stark contrast to any other pair you’ve seen. they closely resemble two pieces of raw cor lapis.

the man is large—not necessarily very muscular, but lean and slender in all the right ways. he’s also a lot taller than the average person, having you crane your head up at times just to hold decent eye contact with him.

you often were bashful and easily embarrassed in front of zhongli, but he only ever has been very understanding and patient. a wise and well respected man with an eclectic taste for history and knowledge. there’s nothing about him that isn’t amazing.

“is this okay?”

zhongli’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. the gravel of it warms your tummy and sends shivers down your spine. his eyes seem to be looking through you in tantalizing yet understanding way.

“you seem conflicted over something. what’s troubling your mind, darling?” he inquires, tilting his head to the side. his obsidian locks, ends dipped in pure bronze, cascade down his back beautifully and you wonder if there’s ever anything this man does that could be deemed unattractive.

he asks these questions all while kneeling in front of your leaking cunt. like your nude body isn’t completely visible and vulnerable before him. but murmurs of your beauty and rarity cause you to relax and confess your thoughts.

“i just—“ you pause, apprehensive, “i’ve never done this before.”

there’s a look that flashes in his eyes, but only for a brief moment before changing to contemplation. “ah, i see.”

heart racing, you think that he’s about to pull out of the moment you two share. that he’d judge you for your lack of experience.

the feeling of a gloved hand on your cheek makes your heart skip a beat. “there’s nothing to be worried about. i will make extra sure to go at your pace. as long as you still trust me to lead, of course. i will make sure you’re comfortable, dearest.”

zhongli kisses the inside of your thigh, peering at you with subtle glee. to tell the truth, his mind can’t help but think of all the ways he’d tease and break you. but you don’t need to know that—at least not yet. when the time comes he’d explore that. for as long as he’s lived, waiting is something that doesn’t concern him. your wellbeing will always come first.

“okay…” you breathe, spreading your legs more for him at his request.

“always so precious and good for me, are you?” he hums with delight. your face blooms with heat but you nod meekly.

he continues, “you’ll tell me what you like, yes? while i eat this cunt out?”

your boyfriend’s blunt words strike your heart (and core) all at once.

zhongli squeezes your thighs in warning, “i need a verbal response, or i will stop.”

“yes, li.” you murmur, sending him a nervous grin.

“thank you, my love.” he smiles before moving over you. a ghostly sigh leaves you as his hands caress you hips, holding you in place with little effort.

his tongue, unusually long, sneaks out and swipes at your core. there’s a hum of satisfaction once your essence hits his buds. after tediously circling the outside of your leaking hole, it plunges forth within you.

even with it being the first time, you’re sure the wet muscle reaches places that no one besides him ever will, and you gasp, hands moving to grasp anything to ground yourself.

“z-zhongli—!” you stutter, words and lungs failing you all at once.

zhongli entwines your hands, squeezing gently to calm you. his free hand, however, only moves over your clit to rile you up further.

he hums again, satisfied with what you gift him when more of your juices evade his tongue.

“it’s been a long time since i’ve tasted something this sweet.” his lithe fingers continuing their motions as he attentively watches your reactions. “i think my tongue will always remember the way you taste.”

your hips have somehow found a way to ride his tongue and he assists by nearly having you fuck yourself on his face.

“i-i-!” you’re unable to warn zhongli of anything as you feel yourself succumbing to a realm of euphoric pleasure, seizing in place. your eyes roll back, and you find yourself facing a blinding light. you wonder if you’ve just died right now and then.

but as soothing hands caress your being and plant kisses on your cheeks, you realize you’re very much still on teyvat.

“ahh, so that’s what you look like cumming.” the archon’s eyes gleam and a hungry look flashes in them. “who knew how beautifully ravishing you’d look.”

not a moment passes before his fingers are on you again, and he slides in two digits.

“i’m sensitive, li! please!” you whine, hands grabbing his wrist.

“you’re doing so well though,” zhongli praises, his tone sweet like nectar. his normally stoic expression to no surprise, is nonexistent with you. the only visible look is love and adoration. “you can cum again, hmm? don’t you think you deserve it?”

tears slip down your face as you nod frantically, “yes!”

his eyes brighten at the way you squirm and try to conceal your whimpers. it’s only then does he realize he must toy with you even further.

the fingers that stilled themselves move again. the sound of lewd squelching filling the room. zhongli doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off before fucking you. the smell of your arousal is overwhelming, to say the least. and dark thoughts of wanting to breed you start to consume his mind.

regardless, you still needed to be prepared to take him. it would be no good if you were uncomfortable.

he works to bring you thus forth to another orgasm, his hand skilled and dexterous as it seeks to pleasure you.

“feels so good li! r-right there!” you gasp, arching up to follow his movements.

a hand soothes your hair and you feel his lips kiss your forehead. “relax dearest, you’re tightening up. just let go.”

it isn’t long before you’re cumming again. losing strength, you collapse fully on your back. you hear your boyfriend chuckle as he sucks the gloves of his fingers clean from your essence.

after giving you time to recover, zhongli gently runs his hands over you.

“darling, why don’t you help me undress. hmm?” he coaxes, moving back to begin to peel off his robes.

you sit up, wobbling as you kneel in front of him and he drags your hand up to his collar.

zhongli leans down, kissing you on the lips. he tastes of whatever tea he’s recently had. and of, well, you.

soon, your boyfriend is undressed, and archons (albeit, him himself) could only tell how it is possible for someone to be so beautiful and handsome, his figure lean and muscular in all the right ways.

it makes you feel weak in the knees how easy it is for zhongli to command attention and control. the way you’re pliant to his will because of how strong he is, allowing for him to hold your jaw in place as his tongue explores your mouth.

the feeling of something heavy and hard against your stomach makes your heart drop. there is no mistaking what it is.

as if sensing your distress, he pulls back from you. “what’s wrong, dear?” he grabs himself, stroking leisurely as he eyes you with quiet mischief.

you swallow, eyes having trouble leveling with his, “w-will it fit?”

you’re cute. too cute, for him. “of course darling,” he taps the head on your drenched clit, the tip catching easily onto your entrance.

“you were made to take me, after all.”

there isn’t anything else said once he sheathes himself fully inside of you.

shared moans fill the room as you both stare at each other for a moment. zhongli is hot and throbbing inside of you, and that alone has you cumming again.

“goodness,” he huffs, composing himself, “you are more sensitive than i thought.”

“ahh-sorry!”

“no need to apologize. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” zhongli murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i’m going to move now, love.” he warns, voice soft.

you nod solemnly, squeezing his hand as a sign of goodwill.

it’s all odd at first, with how full you are, but eventually the discomfort becomes more pleasure than anything else. the way his cock is stroking your walls, hitting every crevice with a kiss, soon has you keening.

grunts fill your ear as zhongli’s pace slowly picks up over time. you think you might be somewhere in the clouds above mt. tianheng.

your boyfriend’s frame cocoons your own. he fucks you like he’s yearned you for eternity. as if he’s been preparing for this moment. his hips move like flowing water, skilled all around.

zhongli’s sharp canines bite into your shoulder, a low growl leaving him as he marks you. he doesn’t mean to blemish your beautiful skin, but the primal part in him can’t help himself.

your moans are like a melody to him, and he thinks he may drown in them and the way that they sound. he starts to think that maybe you yourself are some deity or maybe a siren with the way you have him under your spell.

“li, please, go faster!” you beg, looking up at him with wet eyes, “i-i can take it, i promise!”

“are you sure that’s what you want? i won’t be able to fully hold back if you ask that of me.” he warns.

“yes, please!” you whine, “please, morax!”

before you know it, he’s kissing you again, the sweet taste of him elevating your focus away from the now ruthless snap of his hips.

he gifts you his fingers in your mouth once his lips move over your collarbones and breasts, tongue wrapping around the sensitive nub while his free hand twists the other.

“you must be a gift from celestial to feel this good.” zhongli moans. he’s holding you in his lap now, moving you up and down his shaft just how he likes.

“have you got one more for me, love?” he pants, “then i’ll take care of you and let you rest.”

you find yourself crying out for morax repeatedly, and it sendings an unknown exhilarating feeling down zhongli’s spine. maybe because it’s the thought that no other god could save you but him.

“m’cumming!” you cry, once again clamping down on the man with a vice like grip.

zhongli shudders, trying to keep his focus on you coming undone, “i don’t think i can hold back much longer myself. where—“

“inside. please cum inside me!” you wail, twisting your legs to lock around him.

“fuck,” he curses, not meaning the slip of his tongue. but that’s just what you do to him. “a-are you certain? do not say things based on what you think i wish—“

zhongli does not expect for you to pout up at him with big, wet eyes and say, “you don’t want to cum in me?”

frozen, he blinks slowly at you. then, there’s the sound of a dark chuckle, almost inhumane. “you don’t know, do you?”

“how i’ll give you anything you want? you can ask for the stars and they’re yours.” he groans, hips erratic again. he’s smothering you with his mouth again, moving everywhere to kiss every inch of you. your legs are folded up and placed over his shoulders, pressed tightly against yourself.

he swears, “i’ll cherish and love you till death. contract or not, i vow to never break that word.” even in the afterlife.”

“that being said, i’ll cum in you as many times as you want.”

you cum at his words, sobbing from the tsunami emotions and feelings that’s hit you.

it isn’t long before zhongli follows, an exceeding large warmth and throbbing as he spills himself into you.

he holds onto you tightly, refusing to move until he’s sure that his cum has settled within you.

slowly pulling out and putting your legs back down, he examines you fully. “are you alright?

the smile you give is hazy. “golden.”

“don’t leave.”

he frowns, tongue clicking, “darling, you must let me clean you up at least. i can’t bear to leave you—“

“just for a moment!” you pout, burying your face into his damp chest. “i promise.”

“a moment.” he repeats, chuckling. soothing your hair.

in all honesty, a part of you liked having him leak down your legs, and maybe he enjoyed it to. for him, in all the years of his life he’s never felt a love like this before. he just did his best to show appreciation.

if this is how he’d sing words into your ears, how his affection would wrap around, you would very well get used to this. to a routine.

but then again, a zhongli without surprises doesn’t seem fitting for you at all.

after all, ‘normal’ isn’t even as common as we think it is.

tagging my beloved @hwaitham. thank you for always supporting me and for being so loving and welcoming. <3

[arkaniist]

listen listen ok i love age gap stuff as much as the next fujo but in zhongven's case the WAY funnier and more accurate dynamic is college prof. zhongli and the guy everyone thinks is his undergrad (at worst) or TA (at best) but who is actually a 36 year old fellow teacher from another university. every time venti visits zhongli on campus for a quickie to bring him lunch, zhongli has to put up with a swirl of rumors about his scandalous relationship with a babyfaced newly-18 year old. students keep showing up after class thinking they can flirt their way out of his notoriously difficult 10 page final exam. his reputation with most of his fellow teachers is so strained and awkward.

and venti is a year older than him.

[naomeii]

Help I had a funny idea 💀

Imagine Childe wanting to spar with adeptus!reader and they accept, they win and Childe invites them to a treat for winning. Zhongli sees this and gets kinda jealous. When reader arrives to their shared teapot they see Zhongli in his dragon form huffing and puffing in his nest.

Just a jealous giant noodle 💀

Jealous Noodle!

—Pairings: Zhongli x Adeptus! Reader

Content : Slight jealousy, FLUFF (drabble)

After the treat, Y/n returned to their home, only to find Zhongli in his dragon form, huffing and puffing in what seemed like a self-made nest. Concern etched across their face, Y/n approached Zhongli.

"Rex Lapis, what happened? Why are you in this state?" Y/n asked, genuinely worried.

Zhongli sighed, a cloud of warm air escaping his dragon nostrils. "Oh, nothing of consequence. Just... observing."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "Observing what, exactly?"

Zhongli's eyes flickered, and he replied, "Perhaps you should ask Childe. He seems to have a way of attracting attention."

Y/n couldn't help but notice the undertone in Zhongli's voice. They leaned in closer, their eyes narrowing playfully. "Jealous, aren't you?" they teased.

Zhongli grunted in response, a huff escaping him. Y/n chuckled mischievously, gently stroking the scales on Zhongli's snout. "It's okay, you know. You're still my one and only dragon."

Zhongli remained stoic, but a hint of amusement glimmered in his eyes. Y/n continued to tease, "Is the great Geo Archon jealous of a little spar with Childe?"

With another huff, Zhongli admitted, "I am not jealous. I am merely... contemplative."

Y/n grinned, cuddling against Zhongli's warm dragon form. "Contemplative, huh? Well, I think someone might be a bit jealous, but that's alright. I'm only yours and no one can change that"

Zhongli let out a resigned grunt, realizing that, even as an archon, he couldn't escape the complexities of mortal emotions. As Y/n nestled against him, Zhongli couldn't help but find solace in the warmth of their affection, even if the night held a hint of playful jealousy.

[lyss-sketchbox]

Whoever decided this is a good idea, what is wrong with you

[jhuzen]

a bath and a contract [m.reader]

just the inherent homoeroticism of discussing your contract with the god that presides over it while he watches you bathe

“Morax, it’s high time that we terminate this contract, do you not think so?”

Suddenly, the tea that Zhongli has been consuming felt relatively weak in taste as your words caught him off guard. His movements halted just as he was about to take a sip from the cup of tea that he nursed since your meeting.

Just like that, the night seemed colder and the moon that peered through the passing clouds became dimmer. He gripped the handle of his teacup at your sudden proposition, yet he refused to give into this damning suggestion of yours.

His golden eyes trained towards your form, unclothed, as you continued to float through the shallow waters of some random pond in the vast land that he ruled over. It was a place you often favored bathing in when Cloud Retainer opted shoo you away from her private sanctuary.

He watched as you gently caressed yourself after you cupped a water into your hand, his eyes never leaving the way the droplets of water ran from your chest down to your toned abdomen, joining back where it belonged as it dripped down to the rippling fresh waters. You were molded to your creator’s liking, as you said and you were simply breathtaking to him.

This became a frequent occurrence upon your descent. You were someone not of this world, you told him outright upon the moment he let you in his humble abode to also take a bath, as that was your preferred activity. But you expressed your love to be with the nature when you do so, resulting into this arrangement.

You would venture out until you find the perfect body of water to cater into your self-caring needs. You demanded the best and for some reason, the former archon bent and caved into your wishes in his years of reigning. Zhongli as Morax all those years ago felt compelled to join you in your little search. And at the present, every time you would dip yourself into these bodies of water, despite no longer being Morax himself, he could feel you here, in his land.

It felt like a gentle caress that went through the blood in his veins.

The search went on for a good while until you ended up in this favored spot. Somewhere entirely remote (save for the light hisses of monsters you could hear getting lost in the wind), and when he was not busy back when he was Liyue’s god and now as a mere consultant, Zhongli would join you.

At first, all those centuries ago, he merely was around to keep an eye on you — you were after all someone who’s akin to a stranger, not just to him, but to the entirety of his world. That, and Guizhong urged him to take part into your activities (she told him she loved spending time with you, and so desperately wanted to never come back into her responsibilities when you do so with her).

And then it became more than that. With a contract that you signed with your blood, you were bound to him until it is terminated by either of you.

“Morax,” you softly croon and he was quick to pull himself out of his stunned trance. “Did you hear what I said?”

Of course he did. He was only questioning how you were able to even gain the audacity to propose such a thing. It was a horrendous thought to entertain and while you were a man of many… incredulous suggestions that he so often took, this one, he cannot honor.

You were bound to him. You sealed a contract with your blood, something you said you did back in your homeland. You wounded yourself for him and asked nothing of return. He was the one to propose your arrangement and all he did was abide by your customs in honor of showing respect to your traditions.

The day he lost his many comrades, the day he lost his dear friend, the ever so benevolent Guizhong to that horrific war, you were there. You did not fight as this wasn’t your world to begin with, but you offered him comfort, enticing him day by day to make the choice and keep you by his side through his own terms as the god of contracts.

And you obliged with a smile, so carefree, like you also didn’t lose Guizhong and the many other gods you managed to befriend back then.

After all these years, with Liyue being in a much more prosperous era as the humanity he oversaw flourished, now that you and him rested easy, you wanted to break the contract?

Why?

He couldn’t control the way his eyebrows deeply furrowed as he chose his response carefully. Zhongli was perturbed, obviously, why would you even bring it up now? Was it… was it because of an outlander’s exploits?

The traveler that saved Liyue was not of this world too. Did perhaps, the traveler invoke feelings within you that prompted you to want to go home? Is that it? But you’ve been by his side for so long now and helped him rebuild Liyue into an even better nation with your own inputs. You’ve been around for so long that it didn’t feel as though you were an outlander.

Zhongli was even confident enough to say that he forgot you weren’t from Teyvat, that you weren’t some Liyue citizen that he happened to meet.

“Do you have any problems with our contract?” He asked, and he noticed it was barely audible. But you heard. You always do. You hear his quiet scoffs, you see his subtle jaw-clenching, you feel him just as much as he feels you.

“Hm? Not at all.” You walked nearer to where he sat, just a few meters away from the pond, sat in a blanket with all his teacups. You stopped as the water went to your waist, just enough to cover you from the waist down. You relished in his stare, suddenly meek and muted.

Both you and him knew how much he loved watching you bathe. It was something so intimate that you only had for yourself and he was mesmerized by the way you cared so much for yourself, it was a love so palpable, even he couldn’t help but envy the you that you cared so much for.

“Then why do you propose such an idea?”

You tilted your head as a huff of laughter escaped you, “Because I believe our contract all those centuries ago requires that I am to be with you until your dying days.”

The way your skin glistened against the moonlight was invigorating in Zhongli’s eyes.

“As far as I am concerned, Morax is no longer alive.”

Your words however, were not singing melodies in his ears.

“And yet you call me with the name of a dead archon,” your laughter echoed at Zhongli’s statement. He was always so genuine and serious that hearing him speak in such a coy tone is nothing short of amusing. “Though do tell, [Name]. Why do you insist on breaking the contract?”

Your smile didn’t waver as you ran your fingers through the clear water. Why did you even bother trying to cover yourself from the waist down when you already knew Zhongli could see all of you with just how clear the water is?

“I believe it has something to do with the relief I see in your face, Zhongli.” So now you refused to call him Morax… Zhongli could not be more disturbed. Does that mean you’re finally rejecting the version of him that you made a contract with?

“Would you care to elaborate?”

You looked up and met his golden eyes, shining with curiosity. “Much after my beloved fellow outlander’s achievements in Liyue, I’ve seen something I have not seen in your eyes before — the raw feelings of utter bliss and relief… you’ve always revered the people of your land, but even before you ‘passed’ I could see the uncertainty within you. But now, you are confident.”

Zhongli found himself tearing his eyes away from the gaze you held and maintained, “So now you wish to put unease within me by terminating the contract?”

The laugh you belted out could’ve woken any nearby living being, but Zhongli was much too overcome with negativity. Were you toying with him? Or were you truly hoping to pull away from him?

“Zhongli, my contract with Morax stipulates that I am to be by his side until the day he dies. More than that, other than his death, my contract is only then fulfilled when I see for myself that Morax no longer needs me.” Still with an intact smile, you presented your argument. “And I see it, clear as the skies, that you can finally be on your own. I believe I’ve realized that the day you died.”

He took offense to that — is that how you see it? That he can be on his own now?

Did you even consider that perhaps he wanted to be selfish for once and gave up his role as Liyue’s archon, so that he may live with you without the aching responsibilities of one? He wanted to spend his days like you do — merely enjoying the wonders of life, and he wanted to do it with you. To traverse the world without worrying so much about his people, like you didn’t worry about your troubles.

He wanted to live the life you were living with you and only you.

He placed his teacup down and heaved a sigh, brooding and low before raising his head to meet your eyes that never left him, “If that is what you wish… then I suppose terminating the contract won’t cause an offense that warrants divine punishment.”

Your chortle tells him a lot — that you know he doesn’t have the heart to do that to you either despite being the god of contracts himself.

A golden aura wafted through Zhongli’s fingers and soon appeared a rock, resistant through the weathering and erosion. You could see your blood into it, smeared and dried. It was not a contract of paper as that wasn’t exactly how you did things back in your homeland. The one to propose the contract is to provide an object of importance to them while the one to agree seals it with their blood.

Zhongli’s frown was evident as he looked at the rock in his hand. It withstood every natural phenomenon and stayed as it is the day you and him made your contract. Only for several centuries to come for it to be crushed… much like these blooming feelings of his.

“Do you have any objections to this termination, [Name]?”

“It would be foolish of me to even have one.” You laughed, completely humored at the thought of being the one to object to your own proposal. “Do you?”

He desperately wanted to say yes, that it was not alright. But the terms of your contract were clear and concise. It ends when he dies, or when it becomes clear that you’re no longer needed by Morax’s side. And he needed you, but he was no longer Morax, he was just Zhongli from that point on. He couldn’t exactly violate it, and so he shook his head.

Easily with his strength, he crushed the rock in his hands, watching it crumble into nothing but smaller pieces and dust.

Zhongli couldn’t even fathom the nudging ache in his chest when he saw the way your eyes lit up in delight upon the termination. But he couldn’t look away when you finally rose from the water. Suddenly, this intimate moment dissipated into nothing but a sorrowful meeting.

He could no longer watch and enjoy the sight of you when you came up to him, completely lacking of any clothing.

And yet he easily caved when you pulled him up to stand. He looked at anywhere but you, opting to stare somewhere distant over your shoulder.

“Now that I am granted my freedom, under the guidance of the long gone god of contracts, I hope to form another contract with a man going by the name Zhongli.”

Zhongli blinked owlishly as he finally looked at you. Surprise overtook his features as his eyes raked into the cheeky grin plastered on your face, “How… do you mean?” Suddenly, he was breathless and he could hear the thumping of his heart.

“To this I offer nothing but my being to this apparent… mortal man. I, [Name], propose to this man an endless life of nothing but venture and care. ” He almost laughed when you looked up at the stars, “May the blessings of Rex Lapis reach us and hope that an agreement to this proposal will be reached. ” You said, as if you really were asking from the god of contracts.

The former archon didn’t even notice when he gave a wet laugh at your actions.

“Tears aren’t blood, dear, but I suppose to this, I can accept it as a way of sealing this contract.” You murmur softly before brushing away some of the tears that threatened to come out of his eyes. And by gods, he hasn’t cried in eons.

Zhongli’s mind was at peace. The moonlight obstructed by your form was much like the way these tender feelings of his overshadowed the grief he knew he was about to experience when you terminated the contract with him… or rather, Morax.

“Rex Lapis would frown upon you, weary outlander… making contracts without so much as dressing up for the occasion.”

“I should hope he overlooks this measly outlander’s mistake then.”

And he would, after all, how could he refuse the terms you’ve set upon this new contract?

[saintkunii]

All a ghost can do is haunt

Pairing. Zhongli x reader

Contents. arranged marriage, historical au, ex fiance childe mentioned, a simple life with your military general hubby zhongli.

Wc. 1.7k

It is with a heavy heart that you find yourself resigning to your fate, caressing a jade hairpin with grief. It’s smooth against your fingers. The intricate carvings give the illusion of a fluttering phoenix almost lifelike as if it’s about to soar to the skies. 

It’s the most exquisite thing in your possession and the only remnant you have of a certain diplomat’s son. 

With every stroke to the hairpin, you’re brought back to the day you received the item with so much fondness and excitement that you carried it with gentleness. afraid that if you put too much force, it would crumble under your touch. 

It was a rough hand that reached out to gift if to you that warmed up your soul. 

He said it was a promise of some sort. Of a lifetime and of his return. 

He said it was meant to symbolize your connection with him. Something physical. Something tangible. 

Something to remember him by.

You recall the soft breeze carrying ginko leaves off to the distance and the faraway clamor of a festive banquet in the background. 

His eyes back then were crystal clear, electric blue in hue stared at you with a tender grin, calloused fingers wrapped around your hand in a gentle hold. His thumb would rub around your knuckles in assurance as you were forbidden to meet in such a secluded part of the mansion. 

And he was rebellious in nature, always finding ways to get around and meet you in secret. When he enveloped you in his embrace, it’s as if it was meant to be, and you mold perfectly within his arms. 

It was perfect. 

His warmth soothed your racing nerves and the playfulness in his kiss filled you with nothing but glee. 

Everything went as it should. 

As the betrothal should have.

Ajax. You recall his name. What once filled you with joy and fondness has now turned into a bitter memory that makes you feel sick in your stomach. 

Your hold on the hairpin tightened and you let the item roll down your feet with a soft thud. 

It stings. Your chest feels constricted and your eyes warmed with tears. 

Oh you loved him so much, it hurts. 

Had you not decided to visit the marketplace with so much stubbornness, relentlessly pleading to your husband, you would not have met the sight of that man smiling and laughing with the woman he replaced you with. The ever so great foreign woman who attracted his curiousity. With hair as bright as gold, skin as pale as jade, and elegance as delicate as the calm winds that twists your heart with jealousy.

She was valiant. Aja- Childe would describe. Strong and courageous with a heart of gold, selflessly putting others above herself, and a woman of virtue. As you've been told.

You hated how soft his voice melted as he spoke those words. It was the same as how he used to speak to you in private. 

She was every bit that you're not. courageous and kind. 

It's a sight tainted with bitterness and such hollowness you can't help but resent the memory.

A servant at your side was alarmed at your reaction as she rushed up to you and supported you by your elbow. 

“Are you alright, madam?”

You choke a sob.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and exhaled. 

There was no point dwelling over the past. 

Try as you might not to let said matters get to you, you realized that the long years of affection you harbored to Childe was not so easy to dispel as you had thought so. 

“I’m fine.”

Ling Ji picks up the hairpin and brushes away any dust that might have cling to it before returning it to you.

You take one glance at it. It’s magnificent and beautiful, appearing with great splendor that you've worn over the years. It carried all the memories you have of Childe. All the good and bad.

“Sell it away,” you order with a final conviction.

You decided to discard any remaining embers of feelings you have left for your previous fiance. 

This is for the best. 

You hope so. 

Parting was inevitable. 

“Madam? Are you sure?”

Ling Ji asks once more, afraid that she heard wrong but you only nodded your head to her. 

She knew how much you treasured the item.

“I do not want to repeat myself again. Just do it.” 

“As you wish.”

She excuses herself out of the room and disappears, leaving you all alone to gather your thoughts. 

It’s best you hold your head high now that you’re married to someone else and focus your energy on building a better relationship with your husband. After all, he saved you from the humiliation of being branded as a discarded woman not wanted by their betrothed. In exchange for an heir, he offers you all the wealth and luxuries, prestige and honor that are tied to being his wife, and freedom to do whatever you want to your heart’s content. 

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Zhongli was a feared figure in the battlefield, a war god that ravishes the land with blood and carnage. Just a mention of his name was enough to evoke fear among the mass. They said he beheaded a man and skewered his head as a warning to the barbarians, they said he took a hundred men with his bare hands and tore through their flesh like it was nothing. 

It was always he said, she said. 

With a reputation as gruesome as the military general, stories were bound to blow out of proportion and thus you’ve always thought not to put too much attention to the rumors. 

When you first met him. He was nothing as they proclaimed him as. There was nothing like a fearmongering god in his visage. He was cordial when you talked to him. Ever so polite and patient when he offered you tea and shared a box of pastries over a casual talk. 

His rich knowledge of everything under the sun made you initially think he has semblance to the overly pompous and close minded noble sons that sees others beneath their stature, and yet not once had you seen him carry that arrogance that comes with the scholarly attributes. 

The humility in his approach is a little endearing as you would find yourself admitting.

“Did you enjoy your little trip to the market?” He asks, his hand careful in pouring tea. 

You watch his callous fingers wrapped around the handle of the teapot and as green liquid fills your cup, the earthy aroma wafts through your nose and soothes your nerves. 

That was supposed to be your job and yet you watch your husband serve you refreshments. Ever since you entered Zhongli's family registry as his wife, you always made sure to spend even a little bit of time with him.

“I did, my lord. But there was nothing that struck my fancy.”

You took the cup with gratitude and brought the rim to your lips. One sip and you place it back down with a soft thud. 

For some reason, Zhongli's presence always exudes such calm temperance that sways you into tranquil silence. The words exchanged between the two of you are never short and yet there's an unspoken trust that lets you cultivate in such an environment for such a short frame of time that you've been together. 

You consider him a friend at least. At this stage.

And you've been working hard to close the distance between you two.

“I see. Maybe next time I’ll bring you to Mingxing.” Zhongli empties his cup.

He sees your barely touched tea and regards you with curiosity.

“And have you adjusted well within the mansion?”

Whether he notices your plight or not, he doesn't comment on it and awaits until you're comfortable enough to spill it yourself. For that you are grateful. 

“Don’t you have Xiao to report back to you, my lord? I’m certain he already told you everything I’ve done.”

“That’s true but hearing it from you would be entirely different. I'd very much love to hear your personal opinion.”

You nod in understanding and recount anything of worth to tell. From the way you're adapting to your role as the mistress of the house and everything that involves managing the estate. 

You suppose you're doing well. Aside from your heartbreak. 

Everyday you spend time indulging in your hobbies. From reading to embroidering and painting, you've never felt more relaxed in your entire life. Comparing yourself with your life back in your paternal home, from the scheming of your father's concubines, to your sisters sabotaging each other, you've finally tasted a life free of worries. 

Zhongli did make a promise to let you live a comfortable life. Not only that but he had gone above and beyond as you noticed the lack of women in his inner court. As of now, all his attention was completely on you. 

"The progress for the renovation of the east wing is going well, my lord. It is estimated to finish before the arrival of this friend of yours."

You notice him crack a smile. 

“There is no point being so overly formal between the two of us, wife.”

You raise a brow at this, a little taken aback because of how you've been used to calling him. 

You didn't think it would matter to him much as he had always kept a respectful distance between the two of you. 

You humor him a little. You like this. 

You're thankful that he's meeting you halfway with your efforts.

He must have noticed as he's always been perceptive. 

“Very well. I’ll take it as an invitation to call you something else then.” For a while, you ponder for an endearment. “Zhongli.”

Zhongli chokes on his tea.

“You don’t like it?”

“No- That’s not it. It took me by surprise. That is all.”

“Oh? You don’t think it’s too intimate?”

“I, naturally, have nothing against it." Your husband regains his composure. "I suppose since we’re husband and wife then there’s nothing wrong with whatever way you wish to address me.”

You smile in response to this, letting the silence settle in the space between you and the warmth of what you can now call your family of your own. 

Maybe you're not quite there yet with love, but you're willing to try again once more, open your heart and trust with the companionship of your husband.

It's not all bad. You think so yourself. Zhongli is a great man as far as you can tell and you're ready to move on to the next chapter of your life with him.

[hvtqo]

🩷 headcanons —how they kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters ayato, thoma, zhongli, ajax, haitham ・❥・notes just some thoughts about them <33 reader is as gn as possible! reader is also kind of passive, btw. also this is so self indulgent im sorry •́⁠ ‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ i have a thing for haitham so his is the longest. anyway, enjoy ! as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ! ・❥・warning while not exactly nsfw, it does get suggestive, so proceed with caution.

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❛ ayato ༉‧₊˚

ayato’s touch is dainty. he doesn’t rush his movements, no —he’s patient. the tip of his fingers begin delicately hovering over your skin, tantalizing, barely taking up the courage to touch your bristled dermis. he’s asking for permission, you see?

the other hand teases your waist, and it trails the path to your arm, your wrist; you get distracted in his eyes enough to notice that he’s opening your fingers, and his make their way in between yours. the tip of his lip is almost imperceptibly turned upwards, and you have to raise your head to cross eyes with him.

it’s becoming more and more difficult for you to hold his glance, even though you get lost in that pair of sky-colored eyes. you have to remind your breath to keep going. absentmindedly, you stand on your tiptoes, and his grasp tightens.

the hand caressing your cheek makes its way behind your neck, supporting you. he comes closer, and what begun as the slow brushing of the foam against the shore turns into voracious waves. his hands travel around your body —you get a sense that he wants to consume you. the lips of ayato are silky and smooth, but his movement is rough. now he doesn’t wait, no.

now he demands.

❛ thoma ༉‧₊˚

thoma lays a shy glance over you. it stays there until you notice, and then he lowers it, a single line drawing the tip of his lips upwards. you giggle as the thought of him being as timid as the first time crosses your mind. the sound travels to him, and he looks at you wondering.

“what is it, my love?” he asks, his voice soft.

you shake your head smiling, and thoma’s brow curves. it takes you by surprise how he holds your arms and pulls you toward him, gently colliding against his chest. the shyness that just a few moments ago characterized his demeanor has dissipated. mischief is left in replacement; his hand is positioned on your lower back, holding you close. your cheeks burn, but you hold the emotion within, biting your lower lip.

“aren’t you gonna share the joke with me?” he prompts.

you shake your head again, a hint of tease illuminating your eyes. his lips curl —he brushes away a strand of hair from your face, behind your ear.

“i guess i’ll have to do something about that” he says temptingly. you know what comes next; you’ve been waiting for it. but thoma is playful, and he will hold the expectation within you as much as he can.

in fact, he fools you so much, that you’re used to it. you can imagine he’s going to lean forward, indicating a kiss, and you will close your eyes, your lips ready. suddenly, he will pull away without a touch, and begin speaking, or forget about the topic altogether.

this won't happen again, you swear. you raise a hand and hold his cheek, trailing toward the back of his head, his hair twirling between your fingers. your smirk widens; you thrive in the confusion left on his eyes. you give in first, collapsing your lips against his. it takes thoma a bare moment to adjust. smoothly, coyly, the dominance turns. his hands grasp your waist strongly, your back arches a few centimeters.

he’s got the upper hand now. and you feel immensely safe.

❛ zhongli ༉‧₊˚

you always expected zhongli’s kisses to be respectful and modest. and the first few times they happened, they were. zhongli is not often the one to begin public displays of affection; not further from holding hands or a decorous hug. the more exquisite things happen in private, away from the voyeuristic judgements of the world, where he can let the façade fade and reveal himself to you.

the sun rests in the horizon, melting its honeyed rays over the freshly awakened city of liyue harbor. yanshang teahouse lays silent, filled only by the early voices of him and you. he’s telling a story about times old again, but you have never been one to wake up at sunrise, and his voice lulls you. along with the warmth of the tea, you struggle to keep your eyes open or your mind from drifting away.

zhongli side eyes you and notices this. you rest your cheek on your hand, your eyelids carefully falling over your eyes. you don't notice the gentle smile on his face; and, in fact, he continues speaking, as if he was distracted too.

you don't notice either how the tone of his voice lowers, and his breath becomes more apparent as he draws closer. your mind has already begun dreaming, and you smile absentmindedly when you feel the touch of his hand over your chin, lifting it up. his voice fades just when his lips caress yours, and your eyelids lift slowly. zhongli’s gloved fingers elegantly stroke your cheek, you feel an electrifying sensation bristling your skin.

the kiss is as modest as they tend to be. now that he’s awoken you, however, your senses effervesce; your heart drums and you want more. your tongue mindfully explores his cavity; this movement is enough to tell zhongli that he’s roused your hunger. it is you, not him, who gives the cue for something stronger. but he takes it briskly. he puts your hand away, holding your wrist, and brings you closer.

at first you have to guide him, tell him with your actions what you like; that he can do to you as he wishes. he learns, then, not to hold back.

he gives in fully.

❛ ajax ༉‧₊˚

you know how rough ajax is with everything he touches. his hands lack the delicate treatment with which you have taught yourself to approach the world. in a sense, this is what entices you about him —he accepts his nature as is, and he does not care to tame the beast. it’s taken time, but you have come to allow yourself to be as reckless as him when you’re together. now he’s become your safe space; the person that has seen your monsters without getting scared.

as raw as he is with everything; not with you. not in certain ways. his attitude has always consisted of patience and guidance, and he’s an avid protector. ajax knows when and where only to apply force with you, and it’s not even an intimidating type of force —it’s enticing, loving.

just like right now. he's behind you, one arm around your waist, the other holding your neck toward him. there is just the right amount of force here, enough to make your heart flutter and your cheeks blush. he keeps you like this, unmovable, and you let your eyes close. in his arms, there will never be danger. the tension that fills your muscles so usually now softens. you melt.

the coarse lips of ajax leave stains of his touch over your neck. they follow the path to the edge of your jaw, and travel toward your earlobe. he licks and bites, and you recoil, showing your fang in a smirk for a second. this sudden action makes his grasp firmer. he really doesn’t want you to move a tiny bit.

ajax kisses your cheek now, your hair curls around his fingers now. your neck is turned further toward him, and your eyes peek in a slight opening, enough to encounter his hungry irises gazing at your mouth.

he takes you then, biting. biting, but not harming. biting in just the perfect way. enough to make you gasp and take his chance to get in further.

❛ haitham ༉‧₊˚

you never know how he does it, but haitham always ends up getting what he wants when he wants it. his smooth way of executing his will not only surprises you, but sometimes even annoys you. although you have to admit, it’s enticing to be with a man that has everything under control, even if in ways that don’t get noticed easily.

you’re both laying over his couch. he rests an elbow over the furniture’s arm, laying his cheek on his hand boringly as he listens to your recitation of a book with careful ears. your feet over his lap, you rest your side against the back of the couch and try to keep focused with the words on the paragraph you’re reading, as he absentmindedly caresses the skin of your legs.

your voice, low and soothing yet clear, stops for a second when his hand creeps further on your leg. you rise your glance momentarily, a slight blush on your face, but he doesn’t notice. in fact, his eyes are closed. you decide to let it pass and continue reading, as eloquently as you were.

and your voice cracks when his fingers bury on your thigh. haitham gives you a sudden squish, and your eyes widen.

“hey” you call his attention, but he doesn’t give you the tiniest acknowledgement.

“hm?” is what he replies.

“i know what you're doing” you say; he lifts his hand from your thigh and draws it toward your ankle instead, the back of his fingers hovering over your skin.

haitham opens one eye and watches you from the side.

“oh, yes?” he teases. you nod, laying the book open on your lap. “mind to explain, then?”

you tweak your position and lean forward, grabbing his hand on your leg, stopping him, and rising your glance up with a tiny smirk. he follows your gaze firmly.

“careful not to damage the book” he indicates.

but you don’t care about that book, do you? not now that he’s distracted you from your task. however his eyes told you he was being serious, now his smirk defies that. a surge of emotion bashes your body. an unspoken type of communication going on between you and him —the air tenses in the space between your faces.

haitham’s hand reaches behind your neck, steady. but you put your hand on his chest, not allowing him to pull you closer. he rises his brows, as if saying “so that’s how we’re playing?” and you smile entertained.

it happens with a brash maneuver that you find yourself with your back against the sit, under him. haitham’s knee parts your legs, and his hands press your wrists over your head.

as i said earlier, haitham always finds a way to get what he wants when he wants it. you know the more you try to resist, the more he’ll push. now that he has completely disregarded the book, he leans closer to your neck. you turn your head, in fact, leaving him more space to delight himself in. and you giggle with the teasing of his lips on you, and his grasp tightens.

he stops. his eyes encounter yours.

“is this what you were implying, darling?” there’s nothing but a hint of faked curiosity on his visage.

you do not reply. before your lips can move, his are already sealing them.

© hvtqo —don't steal, plagiarize, sell or repost any of my content. translations are done under consent.

[galaxiadreams]

Say yes to Heaven.....(Zhongli x reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 923

Synopsis: In the age of Gods and Monsters, Rex Lapis and Y/n, Goddess of Spring are brought together by the strings of fate.

a/n: This is a little prequel to my other Zhongli imagine: The final Blessing. Please go read it if you would like to! I apologize in advance if there's any grammatical errors! This fic is inspired by "Say yes to Heaven" by the one and only Lana Del Rey! Enjoy!

The goddess of spring. One who brings life, peace, and abundance to all of Teyvat. Y/n was somewhat of a minor god, but no less important, and just as strong as the major archons. She’s strong willed, fierce, and determined to bring prosper to her people. Yet her voice was melodic, her heavenly laughter could melt the coldest of hearts. It was her compassion, love, bravery, and intelligence that captured the heart of the Geo Archon. 

“Morax, staring is rude you know. If you really like her that much, go and interact with her.” The cloud retainer teased, sipping her tea watching the man sitting beside her. Moarx quickly averted his gaze from your running figure in the meadow with Guizhong and stared disapprovingly at the adeptus, a faint red painted on his cheeks. 

Morax sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to tell her my true feelings…” 

“Oh Celestia! You’re the Lord of Geo, God of contracts, why could you possibly be afraid of? Plus, I’ve the way y/n looks at you, I’m sure that girl is smitten too,” Cloud retainer reassured him before giving his shoulders a squeeze, “Go on, talk to her.” 

Morax stood up from the stone bench and wandered towards the meadow in front of him. The two women gave him a beaming wave as they noticed his approaching figure, your starry eyes gleaming in the sunlight. 

“Morax! Me and y/n are heading towards the lake to have a nice swim! Would you like to join us?” Guizhong asked. It’s true Rex Lapis once harbored feelings for the Goddess of Dust, but ever since the day he met you, his feelings for Guizhong melted away, the Archon’s soul was completed. Despite not knowing each other that long, the string of fate already entangled the two souls together completely, an unbreakable bond. Walking towards the two, Morax’s breath hitched when he felt your soft hands grasping his. Beaming at him, you dragged him towards the lake, he couldn’t help but admire your face as she sprinted towards Guizhong in front of them. Relishing simple mortal activities like this were difficult in an archon’s life, especially with hundreds of thousands of people to care for and lead. So Morax pays special attention to moments of enjoyment, memorizing every detail to reminiscence later on, peace never lasts forever. 

“Weeeeeeeeeee!” You let out shouts of glee as you jumped into the lake beside the waterfall, laughing as you resurfaced again. Morax jumped in after you, just to be tackled by the Goddess of spring. The two of you started to get handsy as both tried to win against the other fighting underwater. Laughter of joy and surprise echoed throughout the countryside. After a while, Morax relented and you won the battle. The two swimmed up to the surface and took a deep breath of fresh air. Morax couldn’t help but admire your beauty as water cascades down her face, the wet dress clung to your skin, and your eyes, ohhhhh those eyes. He has never seen a pair of eyes so mesmerizing and ethereal as your’s. Y/n’s eyes were the color of the galaxies, the reflection of the universe. Deep blues and purples balanced each other perfectly, with bursts of lighter shades dotted across your iris exactly like the stars in the night sky. 

“'Cause I've got my mind on you

I've got my mind on you”

Time stops. Both of you were entrenched by each other at this moment, unable to break from each other’s gaze of desire. You’re the half of his soul, and he was yours. Eyes are the windows to the soul, the poets say. And you spot nothing but love and admiration in those eyes of gold belonging to Morax. 

“Would you like to join me for tea later this afternoon? It’ll be a pleasure.” You blushed at the deep, rich tone of his voice. 

“Of course! I would love to!” Oh heavens, you’re in love.  

.............................................................

The little moments over the years brought the two of you together. His acts of chivalry and respect everytime made your heart ablaze. 

“If you dance I’ll dance.”

Falling in love with each other’s charms and flaws, it was a perfect match made by fate. Standing beneath the yellow ginkgo trees, the two of you signed the contract of your love and future. Saying yes to him was saying yes to heaven. Officially sealing the bond between the Goddess of spring and the Geo Archon. Husband and Wife, the two of you will lead your people to glory and prosperity, and nothing will change that.  

“If you go, I'll stay

You come back, I'll be right here

Like a barge at sea

In the storm, I stay clear"

No matter what will come in the following centuries, your heart and soul belong to him, and his belongs to you. No war or famine can separate the two of you. No matter what trials and tribulations blocked your way, he was your pillar of stone. No matter how much pain or anger he’s in, your voice will heal his soul. Your love for each other ran deeper than contracts, deeper than lovers. No matter what happens, the two of you will find each other. Be it in the afterlife or in the next life, the unbreakable string of fate will always tug the two souls together. 

“I've got my eye on you

I've got my eye on you

Say yes to Heaven

Say yes to me”

[hugs4zhongli]

Dragonli falls asleep on Ajax's chest

Zhongchili one shot. Words: 507

Posted on ao3

Normally, the former archon would've gone to bed after Ajax came home because still had to do paperwork, leaving his love alone. But recently Zhongli started transforming into his smaller exuvia form when he came home. The ginger found it absolutely adorable, letting the consultant rest in his lap or carried him around.

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Zhongli had never felt so relaxed before, a loud soft purr going through his small, long body as Ajax softly petted him. His tail happily wagged, the feeling of being content filled him. It had been a while since he was able to relax like this, his beloved petting and rubbing him.

He heard the ginger counting in Snezhnayan under his breath, combined with the sound of paper moving made him feel even more comfortable. His paws made kneading movement, short sharp nails digging into the pillow as he puffed up his mane of excitement. Unconsciously, he rubbed his snout against it. The pillow smelled like the fatuus.

Normally, the former archon would've gone to bed after Ajax came home because still had to do paperwork, leaving his love alone. But recently Zhongli started transforming into his smaller exuvia form when he came home. The ginger found it absolutely adorable, letting the consultant rest in his lap or carried him around.

It made it easier to regain his energy back and much more comfortable too, although it wasn’t necessary to do so.

He could easily do it through an eight hour meditation but how was that fun? Even though Ajax and him cuddled every night, something about laying on his beloved’s lap was much more relaxing. A bonus was getting pets.

The ginger shifted in his seat, grabbing the pillow with Zhongli on it, his hands moving to the small lizard body. With slow movements, he started massaging the former archon’s scaley back in between the horns while seemingly reading his paper.

Oh, that felt amazing.

Zhongli felt his thoughts melt away, his purr getting louder. He rubbed his snout against the pillow more and his tail began to wag slowly. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t distract Ajax but the caressing felt too good. With his paws and claws, he started kneading the pillow and begged for more attention. Obviously he got more as he felt the fatuus move him slightly, chuckling.

“Now don’t fall off.” Ajax’s raspy voice spoke and Zhongli felt his hands under his armpits getting pulled up to lay on the other’s chest. Within an instant, he buried his snout into the ginger’s neck and purred loudly, his claws digging into the fabric so he could press himself tightly against his beloved. The way Ajax’s fingers traced each scale on his tiny back made the dragon shiver in delight, his tail wagging even faster. He couldn’t help but want more pets and cuddles.

His tail kept wagging as he made himself more comfortable, knowing the fatuus, they would probably go to bed soon. Zhongli huffed slightly while trying to move the wildly ginger curls away to look at the clock, letting out a soft whine when Ajax slightly forced him to move again. “Zhongli, that tickles.” He whispered with a soft giggle, petting the fluffed up orange mane. “We’ll go to bed soon, just be patient for a moment for me.” With those words, the dragon felt a kiss on scales and shivered.

The caressing started to make him tired, his eyes fighting to stay open. He wanted to feel more of the pets and kissed his beloved gave him. It also didn’t help that Ajax was slowly rocking him, humming a childhood lullaby.

He let out his last purr and slowly, Zhongli drifted into a deep slumber, knowing he was safe with his beloved.

[komorim]

when the earth bleeds masterlist

-> a collection of one shots

[ synopsis. ] being immortal isn’t easy. having those around you age and soon wither away as you stay unchanging, with the only thing that’s different being the growth of loneliness that grows as the years pass. what’s even worse is the lack of those you loved.

[ content warnings. ] character death. angst.

[ author’s note. ] i know i said i’d cut back on the character death, but i was in a writer’s block and didn’t know what to write about. so when i finally had an idea, i took my opportunity and ran with it. plus, i feel like i’ve been writing a bit too much fluff recently :3

to explain very briefly, i’ll be having two collections of one shots, one being when the sky weeps, and the other being when the earth bleeds. as you can probably guess from the name, these will be angst collections!

these two collections are sister collections that kind of go hand in hand with the design and this will be a pair of genshin collections.

after i’m through with maybe two or three of these planned one shots, i might start writing alternate endings in which we can have a happy ending (hurt with comfort) instead of the sad endings (just hurt).

anyways, i hope you stay tuned for these!

[ status. ] ongoing

when the sky weeps: collection of six angst stories in which the reader is immortal and their lover is mortal

[ currently ] when the earth bleeds: collection of six angst stories in which the reader is mortal and their lover is immortal

[ 001. zhongli ] borrowed time

[ 002. arataki itto ]

[ 003. albedo ]

[ 004. scaramouche/kunikuzushi ]

[ 005. xiao ]

[ 006. dainsleif ]

all works mentioned above belong to @komorim. do not translate, copy, or repost any works on this platform or any other.

[kiriiqt]

Hello, Aether! :D

I read your Tighnari x reader fanfiction where the reader couldn't sleep. It was really cute and I'm going to read it when I have trouble sleeping during sad days! (Why didn't I see it sooner when I had this problem three days ago? :'))

But I usually can't sleep because I'm too fixated on something (playing a video game, drawing, writing, doing homework, just anything) and I have trouble wrapping things up. Hence my sleep schedule is wonky, I purposefully wake up much earlier than I should to not let people down when we have plans together.

Can you make a father figure! Zhongli x reader where he tries to softly tuck the reader into bed, but the reader still fidgets inside the sheets because too many stories are in her/his head? Zhongli reads/tells a bed time story to the reader with his soothing voice and that's when the reader falls into slumber?

You can make this story gender neutural!

from the listener, to the storyteller

- in the vast expanse of your mind, sleep doesn't seem to find you easily.

characters: zhongli & reader (platonic) a/n: i’m so happy you found the fic comforting, the general feedback i’ve gotten on it made my day lol. i’m also in the same boat with getting fixated on things (genshin until 4 am gang wya…), along with generally just struggling to fall asleep so i get it :) i hope you manage to get enough sleep at least every once in a while though, its super important for your health. I really hope I got the father figure dynamic right on this one, since it’s not something I usually write. hope you enjoy it, and I'd love feedback if you have any. warnings: accidental neglect of health, zhongli is a father figure, use of dear and love as a nickname.

Silence didn’t find you easily.

A vast expanse of imagination was what made up your mind; a universe, much greater than that of Teyvat itself, Zhongli was sure. Similarly, you had a foot in all camps when it came to day-to-day life. Whether it was running errands for people in Liyue Harbor, training with Chongyun, attending Xinyan’s concerts and accompanying her while she practiced, or engaging in your own hobbies…the break of dawn marked the start of your day, and you didn’t mind that.

It made Zhongli happy, really, but one thing always weighed on his mind.

Sleep didn’t find you easily.

It became apparent in your appearance; the dullness of your eyes, with dark circles often accompanying it. Your smile never lit up your face the way it usually would. It became apparent in your behavior; how you’d occasionally get up to stretch or do jumping jacks to stave off the exhaustion, and how you’d steal Chongyun’s vision to press the cold crystal against your face, hoping that the brief shock would keep you alert. At first Zhongli let you do your own thing - but as he noticed that the late nights were more common than not and how the faint glow of your lamp would spill out from under your door almost each and every night, his worry grew.

You had been busy taking notes on a talisman that Chongyun had given you, when a soft knock on your door snapped you out of your focus. You blinked, your eyes heavy, and straightened up in your chair as a yawn forced its way through.

“Doors open!” Zhongli quickly made his way in, inspecting your room; books and papers were spread out on your desk, the talisman in question hanging from a makeshift jewelry stand. Your lamp cast a faint glow across the entire room, and he noticed that your bed was still fully made from that morning.

“You should get some rest; it's quite late.”

You shot a glance to the clock next to you, and your eyes widened slightly. Surely it wasn’t half past one already? Last you had checked it was only eleven. Though, this happened quite often.

“Right…I’ll just wrap this up. Chongyun lended me this talisman because he thought it might help with inspiration for my next story, so I just want to take a few more notes so I don't forget… It would be quite useful to advance the plot since the main character…” You trailed off as Zhongli made his way over and inspected your work; scattered papers detailing timelines, a study of the talisman, odd thoughts that would become relevant later… and it didn’t even make up half of all the things at the forefront of your mind.

Inspecting your face, he bit back a sigh at how exhausted you seemed.

“You agreed to train with Chongyun in the morning, did you not? You need to get adequate rest before then.” The comment made a sheepish smile cross your face, and Zhongli could tell that you hadn’t exactly factored that into your schedule. He sent you a pointed glare, his voice taking on a more stern tone before he left the room;

“I’ll be back in ten minutes or so - finish your notes and get changed, alright?”

When he returned with a cup of tea in hand, it was as if you hadn’t moved; the pen was still frantically moving across the pages, drawing lines to connect your scattered thoughts. You did change into sleepwear though.

A hand on yours halted your movements, and Zhongli gently nudged the pen out of your grip, before his hand settled on your shoulder to rub gentle circles.

“Fine…” You sighed, albeit a bit dramatic, and made your way to your bed as he followed, pulling a chair with him. The covers were pulled aside, and an extra pillow was added behind your head as he tucked you in. You took slow sips of the tea as he sat down.

“Tomorrow before work, I’ll let Chongyun know that you can’t make it-” you opened your mouth to object, but Zhongli gave you a sharp look. “- He’ll understand, don’t worry. I believe he would rather have you get enough rest for once, even if it means missing training.”

Knowing he was right, you didn’t protest this time; It wasn’t uncommon for Chongyun to (gently) scold you for not getting enough rest, and he’d undoubtedly do the same whenever you apologized for missing out on training.

“You’ll have plenty of time to write tomorrow. I’m sure Hu tao wouldn’t mind you dropping by to take a look in her library either…” It was as if a flicker went off in your eyes; the promise of new inspiration brought more ideas with it, onto the ever-expanding drawing board that was your brain.

“...But first, sleep.”

Darn. Forgot it was the middle of the night.

Chuckling, Zhongli settled for looking out the window, at the Harbor that had gone to sleep hours ago; the streets were empty, save for the patrolling Millelith, and the occasional odd shadow in the alleyways.

“I’m not tired, though.”

Another stern look was cast your way, though a playful glint accompanied it.

“Well, from now on, consider it a house rule then; you sleep before twelve. And…” he briefly glanced at your alarm clock, eyes widening for comedic effect, before focusing on you again with a smug grin threatening to break out on his face.

“...it seems that you have surpassed that time by nearly two hours.”

The only response he got was a roll of your eyes, and he let out somewhat of a laugh before continuing.

“The youth these days...such bright futures ahead, yet so incredibly spoiled and disrespectful-” You interrupted him with a wheeze, and he shook his head in feigned disappointment.

“Come on, now you really sound like an angry grandpa. Did Hu Tao put you up to this? Granny would be disappointed.”

“Assuming you are referring to Madame Ping, I can tell you that she would have sent you to bed long ago”

“Ugh”

You plopped back down in defeat, ignoring Zhongli’s laugh, and tried to get comfortable instead. A part of you hoped that the extra pillows would just swallow you up, take you to dreamland, and then back again in time to accompany Chongyun; but a million different thoughts filled your head, and focusing on your plans for the next day was doing you no favors. Zhongli could tell; you were resisting the urge to toss and turn, and your muscles seemed way too stiff as you fidgeted.

“You really cannot sleep, can you?”

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze as he leaned over in his chair, sighing a bit; 

“Is there a specific reason you cannot sleep? Is anything - or anyone - bothering you?” The concern laced in his voice caught your attention, and you glanced back up at him, eyes widening slightly.

“No, not at all, I just…” you trailed off, and he seemed unconvinced, but waited for you to continue.

“I just lose track of time - it’s like my brain just refuses to get tired, or something, and I have so many ideas and things I want to do…” Zhongli let out a hum and nodded as some of the concern dissipated, and gestured for you to lay back down. He seemed lost in thought for a while.

“Hm, how about I tell you a story then?”

“...Sure”

Lost in thought again, he looked away briefly, and his hand moved to gently rub your shoulder.

“Alright, close your eyes and try to breathe deeply.”

You did as asked; suddenly hyper aware of just how tired you were. It still seemed as if your mind failed to recognise it, but your body was overtaken by exhaustion.

Zhongli began to tell one of his many stories - this one lighter than most. It was about a time long past, when he would regularly spend time in Juyeun Karst with his fellow Adepti. Meanwhile, he continued to rub your shoulder, before moving to your hair, combing his hands through it gently. Occasionally, you’d ask questions; your voice getting more and more meek as time went on. Zhongli wasn’t sure how long he sat there, but he didn’t mind; it was worrisome that you couldn’t sleep, so of course he wished that he wouldn’t have to, but he didn’t mind at all. To his pleasant surprise, it seemed to work; you finally relaxed, and your words became more and more slurred with sleep.

“What about Xiao? Cloud Retainer always tells me funny stories about Ganyu, so what about Xiao?”

Zhongli chuckled; he was sure the Yaksha would curse you to the depths of the Chasm and back if he heard you ask such a question - though, he also knew that Xiao was quite fond of you so maybe, just maybe, he’d even tell you stories himself…

“I do have some, but they will have to wait…if i’m not mistaken, you’re getting quite tired.”

Your reply was muffled, but you didn’t seem to protest. Zhongli continued to comb through your hair, waiting for you to fall asleep.

“Just rest, I’ll wake you up tomorrow. Don’t worry about anything, dear.”

He began to hum absentmindedly, one of the many lullabies he had learned during his many years of life, and a few minutes later, you were finally asleep. He quietly got up, planting a small kiss on your forehead, and as he was leaving he turned off your alarm clock, and the small lamp on your desk.

“Sleep well, love.”

You’ve now gotten me hooked on the possibility of the reader knowing the wildest shit about Ganyu and Xiao (and even Shenhe) because of Cloud Retainer and Zhongli...and all three of them being too soft for the reader to do anything about it, so they just scream internally instead lol.

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

i love you triple crowned wrio killing everything in abyss <3

(we do not talk abt floor 12. fuck the pma & thunder manifestation)

[tofu-loverx]

Hello! Hope you are doing well, can you make a one-shot of Baby!Xiao going trick-or-treat with Parent!Reader.

It's up to you on the costume anyways,

Happy Haloween!🎃

you can take your time!

Have a good day/night💙

Sorry, but this is my limit of ideas, because I have never seen a Halloween party and I know nothing about it except that they go out at night and collect candy in scary costumes.(。・ω・。) Happy Halloween belated

Summary: Little Xiao and Halloween

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: xiao.

Warnings: fluff.

Type: one shot.

Note:English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

Finally, after weeks of waiting, it was time for little Xiao, to wear his cute costume, which he had made with his father, Morax. The idea of the costume was a cute little shinigami. Little Xiao took on his costume and looked very cute with it, especially that carved pumpkin basket. As for his father, Zhongli, he disguised himself as a vampire,

"I couldn't find a suit that fit him (ಥ _ ಥ)" Both of them wandered through Liyue's night streets and little Xiao , like all children, knocked on the doors of the houses one by one. " trick or treat?" Xiao stretched out his basket of sweets in front of the brown-haired, eye-patched lady who greeted him at the door. “Ha-ha-ha-ha, scary disguise!! Come on, take some candy both of you…” “Thank you very much.” Xiao and his father both bowed in honor of the woman’s kindness. " trick or treat?" He opened the door of the palace and revealed that golden woman, carrying a large basket of assorted sweets. “I see it's Zhongli's turn.” She brought the candy basket closer to Xiao's basket. "One has to have fun sometimes," he smiled at her. The next destination was Hu tao's house, which Xiao did not want. Far from being a funeral home, Hu tao mastered decorating it and making it scary, so he ended up with it skip.

[ephemereos]

"Oh no, you're a morning person!"

Little Zhongchi drabble for @flufftoberer !

Waking up early had never been an issue for Ajax. He was used to it from a young age, from the countless fishing trips with his father, as well as helping around the house in general. His body would wake him up right at sunrise, alert and ready for the day. Which meant this was a daily occurrence during his days off as well.

To Ajax's surprise, the Geo Archon was not, in fact, a morning person. At least, not as much as him. And definitely not during their rare days off together. Zhongli was a heavy sleeper, but when it came to Ajax, he felt every single toss, twitch and movement, even when the redhead was careful not to wake him up. Even on their days off together, when Ajax would wake up, he'd go out to train for a couple hours, before returning and starting his day with Zhongli. This time, the ex-archon had decided that his partner had been doing enough training that month, and needed to rest.

When Ajax would wake up, he'd begin by stretching slowly, cracking his back. Then, he would slowly turn, trying not to wake Zhongli up as he would slither out of bed and into the bathroom. But Zhongli was prepared. As soon as Ajax stirred awake, he snapped out of his own slumber too, He turned nonchalantly, wrapping his arm around Ajax's waist, pretending to still be fast asleep. The redhead's movements stopped, an amused hum escaping his lips. Zhongli could hear him smile. A calloused hand slowly ran up his arm, going to rub his shoulder for a bit. The brunette could feel his partner relax under his arm. But Ajax was restless, always, and Zhongli knew it well. So, to no one's surprise, it didn't take long before the redhead's hand slowly moved back down, moving on top of Zhongli's own and trying to slowly move his arm away. What Ajax didn't expect was Zhongli's rock-hard resistance to his efforts. His arm was immovable, like actual stone. No matter how much the redhead struggled, pushed and pulled, it would not budge.

"Someone's clingy today." Ajax chuckled, turning his head and meeting a pair of golden eyes looking up at him.

"I am only taking care of my partner." Zhongli replied with a satisfied smile, seeing he was winning the battle.

"By keeping me in bed?" "Is that so wrong? You have been training far more than enough. Resting with me for a full day will not make you weaker, my stubborn warrior." Zhongli teased, pressing his forehead closer to Ajax's shoulder as the other pouted, looking up.

"Maybe you're right. And it's been such a long time since we last had a day off at the same time." Ajax turned back around, now moving freely as Zhongli's stone grip loosened, allowing the redhead to wrap his arms around the ex-god, burying his nose in his hair and sighing contently, allowing himself a proper lazy day for once.

[drkbluedream]

MASTERLIST

Posted

GENSHIN IMPACT

Little Crush - Beidou 🦋🫧💙

A Dare pt.1 - Zhongli 🦋🫧

A Dare pt.2 - Zhongli 🦋⛓️

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Miscommunication - Nanamin 🪼🥀

First Date - Nanamin 🦋🎐⛓️

TOKYO REVENGERS

Release Tension - Baji 🦋🫧🥀🎐

WEBTOON

Run - Jayjo (windbreaker) 🦋🫧🍺🎐

Toxic - Yoo Wooin (windbreaker) 🦋 🥀 🎐⛓️🫐🫐

In progress

- Gojo Satoru smut (requested)🦋⛓️🫐

Status request ; open.

Guide ;

🦋 - smut

🪼 - headcanon

🥀 - angst

🫧 - fluff

🍺 - alcohol involved

🎐 - alternate universe

💙 - same gender

🫐 - drugs

⛓️ - bdsm act

I pick dark blue as theme bcoz i can sense sadness in this color so maybe, soon, or idk when, i will post angst only