#zhongli secnarios

[windblooms]

genshin scenarios – playing with their hair

genshin boys × gender-neutral reader. scenarios of albedo, diluc, kaeya, and zhongli and their s/o’s interactions when their hair is down.  suggestive warning for kaeya and zhongli.

- ̗̀ albedo ̖́-

"is something the matter?”

after a tedious day in the labs, albedo comes home to you with slightly glazed eyes . . . and with his hair down.  it’s an unusual sight since, as long as you’ve been in a relationship with him, you’ve never seen him style his hair.  you know he prefers keeping parts of it up, because otherwise the strands would obscure his line of sight.

it’s just – ah, it’s a bit hard not to stare – and you have to shake yourself out of your fascination because, well, damn.

“ah, no.  you just . . . you’re really pretty, albedo.”

your boyfriend merely cocks his head to the side, hands pausing in the midst of hanging up his coat on the rack.  he regards you with a hints of perplexity on his visage, although he isn’t put-off by your unorthodox description.  if anything, he seems innocently intrigued by your word-choice, and after composing himself, resumes in undressing to a simple vest.

you make your way over to him, and he receives you with open arms, settling his hands on your hips and with eyes locked with yours.  you’re beaming, still enamored with how endearing he looks.  archons, he looks like a cloud come to life.  even if his hair is a bit messy, for some reason, the untamed look suits him. 

“pretty?”  the blond tests the word in his mouth, measuring how it feels.  it’s only a second later when he arrives at a consensus, and a simple one at that.  “i’ve never been addressed as such.  i would think that word is more suited for you . . . you’re radiant.“

- ̗̀ diluc  ̖́-

he greets you in the morning as usual, with slacks and a dress-shirt, as you begin to prop yourself up on the mattress.  dawn has barely broken over mondstadt, but diluc doesn’t mind – he hasn’t for the longest time, ever since he inherited the winery.  it’s been common practice, and he’s only here to say good bye before the work day commences.

“where do you think you’re going at this hour?”  the ragnvindr heir gently pushes a hand to your shoulder, voice with the warmth of a hearth and bouncing with a low laugh at your insistence.  “sleep in more.”

"but diluuuuuuuuuc,” you whine, tugging on his sleeve.  you’re still half-asleep, and diluc can tell by how you take a bit longer to voice your thoughts than usual.  “wanna . . . ”  another second passes, and diluc is amused by the thought of you passing out right on the pillow mid-sentence.

“. . . wanna play with your hair.”

ah?

the stoic ragnvindr is briefly taken off-guard by your wholesome request solely because he didn’t think you’d be able to see his hair down, with the curtains closed and such.  but, well, contemplating it now, what little light that seeps into the room is directed at him.

“you can do that another time.”  he leans slightly onto the bed with a knee, his vermillion locks swaying before his body as it falls from its perch of his shoulders.  you moan yet again as your back finally collapses on the bed, adverse yet unable to breach his resistance. 

the mumbling continues, and diluc decides to humor you by lingering longer.  “like fire.  the nice kind.  the kind during winter.”

the nice kind, huh?

diluc’s fingers graze your cheeks, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple before pulling the covers back over your body.  despite your earlier protests, you quickly snuggle back under them.

“i’ll be back at lunch.  sleep well.”

- ̗̀ kaeya  ̖́-

“can’t keep your hands off me, hm?”

like a chemical reaction, your face flares up at his suggestive words.  for three sweet seconds, kaeya thinks that you’re actually going to pull away in a fit of adorable chagrin – with your voice stuttered and hiding your cheeks behind your hands – but in a change of scenario, you actually force your hands to linger on his hair, combing through the strands more instantly than before.

“don’t make me.”  your threat is as spirited as the mondstadtian winds, nipping at his ears as you compose yourself.  however, even though your voice is firm, he can hear the gradual smile that begins to ease itself on your face.  

“haha, i won’t, i won’t.  continue, please.”

and that you do.  you’re careful with his hair, never pulling to harshly.  even though he can’t see what you’re doing, he can feel you gently ordering his hair into thick strands, before overlapping them with one another.

kaeya patiently sits, taking care to slouch slightly so you won’t have too much trouble reaching for his hair.  in the corner of his eye, mondstadt is quiet behind the window, the sun having long set.  the only light that illuminates the room is a tinted electro crystal and some candles on overhead light fixtures.  

it’s a peaceful evening.  tranquil, as all things should be in the city of freedom.  despite knowing how he likes to keep his hair down at night, this evening he took you up on your cute proposition.  “just want to see if you’d like it,” is what you said, leaning against his shoulder.

so, let you he did, and he admits to himself that your fingers feel comforting as they stroke his scalp.

expectant, the calvary captain awaits your verdict as you scrutinize your finished work.  you finally pluck a mirror from the drawer, and as you brush it in front of his shoulder for him to study, he can’t help himself but laugh at the hair-tie with an embedded snowflake. 

“my dear, you should’ve told me that you’re into hair-pulling much sooner – ” 

“say one more lewd thing and i’ll move out.”

- ̗̀ zhongli ̖́-

when your lips leave his, they find a new home next to his ears as your fingers toy with the clasp of his hair-tie. 

“will you let me?”

zhongli mumbles a quick reassurance – he says “of course” as if your request is the most natural thing in teyvat – before your palms brush against the strands of his hair that fall to the small of his back.  he holds your gaze with his own, treasuring each flicker of your irises and the lush hue in your cheeks and the way your lips curve up, up, and enamor him as well.

as his tresses fall and settle, his forehead gravitates towards yours.  you have to stretch up a bit to meet him, although with soft laughs, you both fall to the couch with your legs around his waist.

“you’re more charming than you know.”  your words are as soft as your hands, skimming over his hair tipped with gold.  “at least more than you give yourself credit for.”

another rise in his chest, and the archon chuckles at the intake of your sincerity.  with deft fingers, he feels the slight tugs against his scalp as you overlay strands of his hair with others you’ve ordered together.  “i’ve been called many things over the eons.  admittedly, ‘charming’ hasn’t been one of them.”  

you mock raise an eyebrow, yet your visage holds nothing but good faith. without his funeral parlor coat, zhongli appreciates (and even finds himself leaning into) the warmth exuding from your body. 

your hands have made their way to his shoulders by now, winding around his arms to reach the end of the braid on his back, and your head dips down to give yourself more leverage.  sweetly, zhongli pecks the top of your head, steadying your body by securing his palms on your waist.

you finish your craft moments later, bumping the top of your head under his chin. 

“i’m thankful you think of me in that way.”