#zhongli.txt

[kentocidal]

the betrothal.

users: rex lapis x fem!reader

warning! this file has been corrupted! do not open! yandere!rex lapis, violence, description of a dead body, death of an unnamed character, power imbalance, age gap, pre-canon, like many years pre-canon, historical inaccuracies, ask to tag.

internal message: so uhhh. yeah this. this is an au i’ve been working on. this is my introduction to it p much. i hope this reaches other freaks like me so i have an excuse to write more yan!zhongli and get into the talks of enabler!xiao

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“huh?”

you stood completely rigid in the elaborate dining hall of the large house that was not your own, your father’s hand on the small of your back, keeping you from running.

you turned your head to look up at him, blinking and feeling your chest go tight as he laughed awkwardly at your reaction to his statement. “darling, i’m sure you heard me. this is your betrothed.”

“but… what? i never…” you looked straight ahead again, at the man in front of you who was surrounded by his parents and a handful of guards, a sweet and tender smile on his face as he looked you over like you were furniture and not a person. your father patted your back to try and encourage you to step forward, but you stayed planted firmly in your spot next to him.

“honey, i know you remember me explaining this to you.” your father’s lips were near your ear as he mumbled to you, sighing. “if you didn’t find a husband, i would find one for you. i told you this.”

something inside of you twisted. something deep, carnal, dark. this was wrong.

you had known from the moment you came of age that something… something bigger was meant for you. your archon had called to you from the moment you first learned of him and his existence. his voice traveled through the echoes in the stone forest, telling you exactly where the good footholds were to ensure you wouldn’t fall. he made you feel lucky – it felt like you never tripped over stones or the boards in liyue harbor that other people stumbled over. you always had just the right amount of mora in your coin purse whenever you were hungry or thirsty or saw a brand new yukata in a deep brown and black that fit just right, no alterations needed. you felt blessed, felt that your calling was to be a handmaid to the archon, to his temple, keep yourself holy…

and your father was having none of it.

he had told you for the past six months that you were delusional, that you needed to focus on growing up and marrying off and bearing children to carry on your bloodline. you were the only daughter; your mother never produced a son before she passed. it was up to you, but you were not willing.

you felt your eyes start to well with tears and a scratchy lump settle in the back of your throat as you looked at this man, this stranger in front of you, and bowed slightly to him.

“pleasure to meet you,” came your meek, timid voice, shrouded in anger, panic, betrayal.

your betrothed smiled at your submissive stature, chuckling to himself and reaching to take one of your hands to press a kiss to the back of it. “the pleasure is mine. come, have dinner with us. please. it would make me so happy to feed you.”

and you went, because you had to. and you broke bread with this stranger, with this family that you were becoming forced to be a part of. this marriage would come sooner rather than later, and the idea of giving up your beliefs to make this man happy tore at you.

you could hardly eat the meal prepped for you, though it smelled delicious and looked divine. fresh pheasant and vegetables from a garden outside… you felt like you were going to be sick instead. 

you forced some rice down your throat before standing and saying you had a headache, urging to be escorted home by your father. he did not wish to oblige, but your betrothed – what was his name again? – was kind enough to excuse you both early. it felt like one of the blessings your archon was bestowing upon you. he had to understand that this was not for you.

the walk home was dark and filled with your father speaking down to you about the disgrace you had brought to the family, how it was not in the bloodline to become a priest of any kind. you swallowed, and simply turned down the opposite fork in the road towards one of the statues of your archon, refusing to listen to the shouts of your father who demanded you return to him at once.

you instead slipped underneath the roof of the small lean-to temple, fussing about to get incense lit and leave mora in the plate before taking your place on your knees in front of the statue, hands folded in your lap after smoothing out the fabric there. the heady scent of incense filled your head and soothed your worries almost immediately, a brush of wind guiding stray hairs from your face, almost like a hand brushing them away.

you bit your lip before speaking into the wind, already feeling the lump in your throat start to shift and loosen, a fresh swath of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “this isn’t what is supposed to happen, is it?”

silence in the wind. it feels still, suddenly. you hiccup.

“i’m supposed to be guided by you, am i not? you have always guided me to do the right thing, always ensured good things happen to me. if this is true… why do i feel so empty? why does this feel wrong?”

a rustle in the trees. you sniffle and shift closer to the base of the statue, tipping your face up to look at the hooded figure sitting far above your head. you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “i just need an answer. please. i don’t… think i ever want to be married. if there’s a way to escape this, something, anything, please… help me.” 

you cried. you felt like you were in mourning. you felt so empty, so alone. for the very first time in your life. you felt like your archon’s eyes were not on you.

you stood up and dropped more mora in the plate, all that you had in your coin purse, more than you remember packing, before slipping off into the night.

you cried yourself to sleep in your childhood home, curled up tightly until the early morning when you rose to hear liyue in a commotion, groups of footsteps outside your door and running along the trails leading towards the harbor. it was unusually busy as you gathered yourself for the day and hurried to follow the crowd.

it seemed to part for you, people looking over their shoulders to find you and immediately bowing out of your way to let you through. you briefly wondered if news of your engagement made its way through the city already, that the girl who was the archon’s most devoted follower was leaving the fold to be married circulated enough to embarrass you, but you soon discovered this was not the case. 

instead, you joined the crowd in the center of the city where the archon himself had descended upon the people, holding a limp body in his arms, a long dragon tail flicking at the sight of you. you swallowed and almost felt a scream bubble up, but nothing came. 

you stared into the yellow eyes of rex lapis and watched the fire melt away into the eyes of a simple man. he dropped the bleeding body from his arms to the boardwalk of the harbor. it landed with a sickening crack, splattering blood and practically bouncing. the head of the man turned in a disgusting way, and you recognized the face of your betrothed immediately.

in a short moment the archon had stepped over the body of the man you had broken bread with and approached you, holding out a blood coated hand.

“there you are.” his voice was deep, booming, raspy. almost inhuman. his tail flicked under his robes and you could tell his hood was concealing horns that wrapped around pointed ears.

“what have you done?” was your initial reaction, one that you regretted immediately, because the face of your archon hardened like the stones he created in his wake.

“i am answering your prayers, precious one. did you not cry for me to help you? did you not beg on your knees to be saved from this responsibility?” rex lapis cast a glance over his shoulder to the body of the man that was still seeping blood into the wood planks of the harbor. “he was nothing. cursed to a life of solitude. i am relieving you. where is my thanks?”

you shook as you stared at his outstretched hand, large and wet with blood and claws long enough to rip your heart out.

you stared hard at him for a moment as the pieces that had been handed to you one by one by him throughout your life snapped neatly into place, and you felt like your very essence was being pulled in towards him as your smaller hand pressed into his.he smiled at you, a slight grin, knowing and wise, and his eyes seemed to crackle with a sickness you would pretend wasn’t there as he pulled you towards his chest. “you were made for me, my gem. only for me.”

[luvxiem]

untitled 01

word count ! ~450 pairing ! zhongli x gn!reader genre ! comfort

.｡.:*☆ ZHONGLI !

He found you on the balcony, arms wrapped around your legs and chin resting on your knees. Your hair swayed gently with the night breeze as you stared off into the distance. Faintly, he could hear the distant sounds of the city’s nightlife.

Approaching slowly, he placed a blanket around your shoulders and sat cross-legged by your side. At your silence, Zhongli glanced at your briefly before tilting his head back to look at the moon.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he observed. When you didn’t respond, he took it as a sign to continue.

“Why are you up so late, my love?” You hummed.

“I’m just… just thinking, is all.”

“May I ask what plagues your mind?” Sighing, your eyes cast downward as you tried to formulate your thoughts.

“Do you ever-” you began, swallowing thickly. “Do you ever feel as if… as if there’s no point to it all?” Your brows furrowed, and even without looking you could tell your lover was staring intently at you.

“No matter how hard I try, it feels as if my life is stagnant. Everybody else is making so much progress—learning new things, traveling, reaching milestones and sometimes-” you choke.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m being left behind. And it terrifies me.”

Zhongli contemplates for a moment, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it. Instead, he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, turning to stare at the moon once again.

“All things in life move at different speeds,” he starts. “Despite what you may think, I can say with confidence that you are not alone in your thoughts. Many have voiced similar fears and have conquered them beautifully.

"Age—despite what many would believe—does not equate to wisdom. Wisdom comes with experience, and no two people are given the same opportunities. It is easy to compare yourself to your peers when it seems as if they are at a higher place in life than you, but by doing so you are ignoring their own experiences—the struggles they have endured to reach that point.

"To live is to feel. You will hurt and experience loss, long for things you did not know you needed, rage with the power of the sun, love so deeply it aches, and yet without all these things life would become dull and meaningless.

"In order to truly appreciate the wonders this universe has to offer—to experience how beautiful life can be, you must experience the terrible things as well, for what is light without darkness, sadness without joy, harmony without discord?

"The journey of life can be daunting, but less so when we have the support of our loved ones.” Reaching over, he intertwined his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along the back of your palm.

“After all, what is life without love?”

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN ! 041721

[honeykaes]

My dear, there is a tea tasting event at Heyu Tea House today. Among the selection is a rare fur peak tea, grown only near the mountains and renowned for its smooth and lightly fruity flavour. Would you like to go with me and catch up? My treat, of course.

- Zhongli 🍵

Trying to bribe me with tea I see 😌✨

But literally, of course Zhongli. That sounds absolutely love me.

[miomines]

Ok but I just imagine that, after Reader dies, Meili buries them in a flower field, but her rage grows when she sees the same people that hurt you going there and weeping and telling your grave how sorry they are; in reality I just want to see Meili going apeshit while protecting her little gem’s resting place :(

she didn't go feral skdndk to be fair she's injured in this and is still in the depths of her mourning. if she finds anyone there again, aka the archons, in the future After she already warned them she would probably go feral then.

They had wanted to bury her little gem someplace else, somewhere far from her home. Their home. Morax had tried to reassure her, saying it was a quiet place that was to be treated with the utmost respect. She refused. Meili didn't trust them to treat her little gem with respect. They never did, even when they were alive.

She had clutched them closer when those damned archons tried to take her child away. They didn't know anything. All they did was hurt her precious gem. The only comfort in this situation is that they would never be hurt by their hunters ever again.

Meili was injured but it didn't matter. She called Xiao that night while the archons were preparing. They buried her little gem, their gem, in a small clearing near her home. They worked together to make a small monument, something to honour them. Not the Divine Creator. Just their precious gem.

The glaze lilies that have grown near her house with your presence wilt and she takes them to your grave. Xiao tells her he will protect it. She knows he feels the same guilt she does so she agrees. It would be good to keep an eye on it.

The archons were mad that she had done something without their approval. She retorts that her little gem's death was caused by their hands. They didn't know her child. All they ever did was try and kill them. They had let her be with that comment.

"This place isn't meant for you," she utters. They don't move from their spot on the ground, crouched in front of her little gem's grave. "Morax, haven't you bothered them enough?"

"Mei, please.." He chokes out and all she can think of is 'pathetic'. This is the man who took her child's life. "I… I didn't.."

"What?" Meili gasps and pretends to be shocked. "You didn't know? How unfortunate! Didn't someone tell you about how this child didn't deserve to die?"

"I didn't know!"

"Oh I see," she hums as she steps closer to stand beside his crouched form. "You only feel remorse because it's the Divine One, right? Because their blood was golden?"

"Mei," he cries but she doesn't let him continue.

"I'm not your Mei, Morax. It would be good for you to remember that," she hisses. "You lost me when I found out you were willingly hunting a child. Just because you regret it now does not change the past."

Meili grabs him from the back of his coat to pull him back roughly. She ignores the pain in her side. "This grave is proof of your victory in the hunt," she spits. "You wanted to kill them and so you did. You won, Morax, now let the dead rest."

She does not let his pained sobs stop her. Her little gem was not special because of their divinity. They were special enough on their own and because of that they gained their divinity. 

"You have harmed them enough, haven't you? So leave. If I see you back here again, I will ruin you. The murderer of our Divine Creator is not allowed to taint their resting spot."

Meili will not let the murderer of her little gem ruin the last thing they have.

[kkaeyva]

how they hold you

𐐪𐑂 a/n: i hope this is in character enough! i honestly spent hours on their voicelines to get a better perspective on their individual personalities,,

𐐪𐑂 includes: diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli

𐐪𐑂 genre(s): fluff, a bit of crack for kaeya (sort of) and CHILDE

𐐪𐑂 pt.2 here!!

diluc

warmly, like a comfort blanket

his arms will wrap around your waist/torso and he’ll hold you somewhat like his personal teddy bear but he won’t admit that

doesn’t like pda, so he only does this in the privacy of his manor

and even then, away from the maids

subtly cuddling you is his go-to way to show his love, since he personally finds it embarrassing to express his love out loud he can never find the right words, either. you mean more to him than just words

he finds it especially comforting to be able to return home and sit in silence with you wrapped in his arms

but also softly asks you questions about your day or how you’re feeling sometimes, just to hear your voice

he calls your name in one of the gentlest tones you’ve ever heard— it’s reserved specifically for you as well

“how was your day today? i’d like to hear about it, if you don’t mind.”

he’ll listen— not saying much, of course— but he will talk a bit if you ask, just for you <3

kaeya

close, like you’ll disappear if he lets go

he loves showing you off

and when i say ‘loves’ i mean LOVES

he’ll snake his arm around your shoulders, lets his hand hang in front of your chest, and pulls you closer every so often

he does this even when the two of you are casually walking around, he just can’t keep his hands off you

also adores it when you hold his hand hanging off your shoulder

he smirks at anyone who looks at the two of you, even if they just glanced over

his ego is getting such a huge boost right now

“darling, look at all those jealous people,” he murmurs smugly, “they wish they were me right now.”

“kaeya, i think they’re just saying hello.”

that’s the fifth time he’s said that, and you’ve been walking around for twenty minutes,,

childe

eagerly, like you haven’t seen each other in decades

he’s obsessed with coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around you in a big bear hug

if he’s in a mischievous mood, he’ll tickle your sides relentlessly (your frenzied pleas of “stop, stop!!” between laughs and giggles be damned!!)

one time you accidentally smacked him in the face so hard HE DROPPED YOU AND STARTED POUTING

it’s okay tho— you gave him lots of apology kisses after (he loves those)

if you return his hugs, his face tinges just the slightest shade of pink but he acts really cocky about it, as he does

“ooh, someone’s clingy, huh?” he teases as if he wasn’t the one who initiated the hug

but of course he can’t help but be soft for you afterwards

zhongli

gently, like you’re the last thing in the world

his favourite way to hold you isn’t elaborate or very interesting, but then again he’s never been the type to make a show out of things

instead, he opts for caressing your face during intimate moments

he cradles your face with the palm of his hand and admires each and every part of it, like he’s holding the world’s rarest antique in his hand

he likes to slowly swipe his thumb across your cheek, and smiles gently while doing so

his eyes are so full of love the entire time

“my love— and i know i say this every time— but to me, you shine brighter than any gold. i mean it.”

gosh zhongli what are you doing to my heart ////

[swan-lake-collective]

YA’LL WE FR JUST PULLED ZHONGLI IM!!

[kentocidal]

do you guys think neuvillette and zhongli have sheaths for their dicks like other reptiles. do you think you could rub your fingers along the scaly slit between human thighs and coax the rubbed scales tendril from either of them watching how they pant at getting violated in such a manner,

[luvxiem]

genshin impact boys' love languages pt.2

word count ! idk again but it's long,,, again pairing ! childe, chongyun, xiao, xingqiu, & zhongli x gn!reader genre ! fluff, angst

.｡.:*☆ CHILDE !

giving: physical touch, acts of service | receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving

Ignoring the scarlet flag with the words “FATUI HARBINGER” in sparkly, cursive font floating above his head, Childe genuinely isn’t a bad lover. He’s attentive, has a massive dick, understanding of boundaries, and remembers basically everything you have ever said. He’ll take you on a surprise date to a local festival you mentioned once in passing just because he can. There is nothing that brings him more joy except his siblings than seeing the gentle smile on your face and feeling your cheeks heat up in his palms. 

On the flip side, giving him gifts makes the ginger feel particularly treasured. Because of his deep, deep Fatui pockets, Childe is usually the one doing the shopping. He doesn’t mind it of course, he’s happy to provide, but knowing that you got something with him in mind pleases the possessive burning in his heart. Occasionally, your longing to catch him off guard makes you try and be more flirtatious. Unfortunately for you, he’s nearly impossible to fluster and will always return your advances with a sultry voice and greatly detailed promises for later. Seeing you essentially malfunction makes him laugh, and he’s quick to tease afterward. It’s okay though. When you’re stomping off ahead of him in a confusing mix of frustration and horniness, he’ll have a fond smile on his face and his chest feeling warm.

.｡.:*☆ CHONGYUN !

giving: acts of service | receiving: physical touch, quality time

Chongyun is quiet. Although he doesn’t speak much compared to his eloquent best friend, his actions more than prove his loyalty to you. He remembers little details you wouldn’t expect, and is always willing to lend a hand. The exorcist likes having to work for things, and knowing you feel as if you can rely on him makes his chest puff up with pride… not that he will ever admit to it of course. He’s surprisingly easy to fluster. It’s cute.

It’s a well known fact that the claymore user is easily overwhelmed by heat. Your kisses are no exception. When you’re sitting in his lap under the privacy of the moon, it feels as if the warmth is consuming him. He’s pawing at your arms and shoulders, and despite the kisses being somewhat tame to your standards, Chongyun is always left red-faced and panting afterwards.

.｡.:*☆ XIAO !

giving: acts of service | receiving: physical touch, words of affirmation

Xiao is… Xiao. The guardian yaksha doesn’t understand human emotions very well, and sees little purpose in things such as PDA and honey-coated words. He sees himself as your personal protector with benefits and that’s it. Unfortunately, This leads to a handful of arguments all revolving around his protectiveness. He sees it as caring for your well being, while you think it to be offensive, believing him thinking you to be weak. After a particularly nasty fight (rather one sided to be honest… the man is infuriatingly poker-faced) you leave in a huff. An annoyed Xiao is a petty Xiao, and he’ll purposefully ignore your existence afterwards. However, when he suddenly hears your cries for help ringing in his mind, he dons his mask and jumps off his balcony with his spear in hand. He’ll always protect you, no matter how frustrating you can be.

When he returns to the Inn after leaving for his duties, he can always count on you to be there when he gets back. You tend to his wounds in silence and gently kiss each and every scar. It’s a tender moment that leaves the adeptus feeling vulnerable, and it’s terrifying. He won’t say anything when you press your forehead against his, but his heart stutters at the feeling of your lips against the purple diamond. The quiet “I love you,” that lingers in the air fills him with a warmth he hasn’t felt since Guizhong’s passing. It’s just three syllables, it shouldn’t leave him feeling breathless yet it does, and he knows with certainty that when you eventually pass, it will hurt more than anything he has suffered so far. If he holds you tighter at night when you sleep in his arms, well, that’s only for him to know.

.｡.:*☆ XINGQIU !

giving: gift giving, words of affirmation | receiving: quality time

This little shit. Despite his upbringing, the blue-haired twink is mischievous as hell. He likes to tease you constantly, thinly veiled threats of blackmail coming up almost every day. Dating him is truly dating your best friend, if your best friend’s love language is bullying. Only he is allowed to bully you, however. If he sees anyone giving you the same treatment, oh no, the interest on the loan they pulled suddenly doubled! How unfortunate. On less exciting days, Xingqiu will show up at your door with a bouquet of silk flowers and sweet words on his lips. Yes, he still calls you “my leige.” Don’t bother trying to get him to stop.

Xingqiu will claim to “love you forever” if you go out on his random adventures with him. When the sun has gone down and the stars shine brightly in the night sky, your boyfriend will sit down with you and simply enjoy your presence. He knows he can be a bit eccentric, and he appreciates your constant support, whether that be for his writing or his general goals and aspirations. Rip Chongyun for third wheeling though.

.｡.:*☆ ZHONGLI !

giving: gift giving, words of affirmation | receiving: quality time, acts of service

Zhongli, despite his utter stupidity with money, somehow manages to consistently give you gifts, but he can’t pay for his meal?? When he shows up with a delicately embroidered hanfu, clearly something worth a large amount of mora, it leaves you staring in shock. You send a silent prayer for Childe’s wallet. Zhongli loves leaving trinkets here and there, likely due to his draconic nature. Rather early on in your relationship, he will ask you to move in with him. Also likely due to him considering you to be part of his hoard. On days where he doesn’t have to go to the funeral parlor, he will indulge in sleeping in with you. He’ll kiss the bite marks littering your skin and apologize for the soreness with a laugh. The lingering clutches of sleep make his already deep voice even deeper and raspy proclamations of love fill the air.

Like Venti and Xiao, Zhongli is all too aware of your mortality. Even with his gnosis gone, the tall man was the prime of the adepti before ascending to archonhood. He will be around long after you have passed, so he makes it a point to treasure every moment he has with you. Unexpectedly losing Guizhong made him fearful of relationships, but your love has given him the courage to pursue a long lasting relationship. When he knows that he wishes to spend the rest of your life with you, he offers a pair of dragon and phoenix chopsticks. You accept.

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN ! 021521

[kentocidal]

yan!zhongli employing the help of xiao to watch over you and keep you out of harm’s way and as a reward he lets xiao lose himself in you

[kentocidal]

i think zhongli is probably genshin’s number 1 yandere right next to ayato. one like and i will elaborate even tho i have so much to write

[honeykaes]

Please don't cry my Jewel, you're awake now it was all a bad dream. Let me dry those tears, someone as beautiful as you shouldn't have wet eyes. You know I think the world of you don't you? More precious that any jade and more treasured than any offering I received as the Geo archon. You're all of this and more my beloved Chai, don't let any dark thoughts tell you otherwise. I'd never turn away the one to have captured my heart after these thousands of years.

-Zhongli

I really needed this Zhongli. It brought a much needed smile on my face.

So thank you, really.

[honeykaes]

Shopping, tidying, napping... They are all wonderful activities, as long as I am with you. There are no such thing as lackluster adventures. I find that there is as much joy in the mundane as in the extraordinary.

Zhongli

And when it’s with you, these mundane tasks seem that much more entertaining for me haha!

I should pay you back though for the help. Got any ideas on what you’d like to eat? It may not fit your refined taste but I can try my best!

[honeykaes]

Wonderful. Did you have any plans today? I would be happy to accompany you on your adventures.

Zhongli

Haha really? My adventures today aren’t as…thrilling as some of yours has been in the past. Just grocery shopping and tidying things up.

Maybe even a nap later down the road.

If you’re fine with lackluster “adventures” then the more the merrier!

[honeykaes]

Hello, my love. I found myself reminiscing of the times we have spent together, and my nostalgia drove me to find you. Are you available to spend some time with me?

Zhongli

Aw, I’ve course I am. Any time with you is always a great time!

[miomines]

soft/regular sagau where you get overwhelmed with being teyvats god and run away and meili finds u and takes u in and ur prepared for her to do the "your grace" thing but she never does and she makes you wash the dishes after dinner and it's weird bc none of the others treat u like this but it's also surprisingly welcome

and then zhongli shows up in a panic and nearly breaks down her door and you watch from a distance as she lectures him as he looks like a dejected puppy and you decide she's pretty cool and you're gonna stay there because she treats you like a normal person unlike everyone else

[miomines]

Ok but, Meili reacting to being called “mom” because our tongue slipped or we got so scared of someone. (Zhongli, the punching bag of this AU)

skdjflddk THE PUNCHING BAG- rip zhongli. torn to shreds by dragon mama. i focus on zhongli so much bc he was close friends with meili!!! its why she's so angry with him due to his treatment of her little one. she feels pretty betrayed.

this is set sometime after meili's visits with the archons!! after they find out darling is actually the creator. zhongli,,, perhaps showing up unexpectedly to a young one who you've previously were hunting down to kill is not the best idea. look at them. they're traumatized. just send them a letter or something smh

unexpected visitor

"--Mom!"

The urgency in that voice, the fear, is what captures her attention much more than what she was called. Items clatter to the floor as she abandons them, rushing to the back garden with thundering footsteps. Bursting through the door with reckless abandon, the door creaks as it hangs crookedly, weakly, by the hinges. It doesn't matter. Items can be replaced. Her little gem cannot.

Meili senses him before she sees him and she knows right then that he was the cause of her little one's panic. Shaking off her building rage, she sprints through her yard. Her precious gem needs her. She'll deal with the trespasser later.

Her child is crumpled to the ground, cowering in fear at the sight of the ex-archon. Meili summons her catalyst, throwing sharp shards of geo into his side to interrupt whatever useless speech he was trying to give. She barrels him over, slamming full speed into his side so he falls and traps his limbs in geo constructs.

She doesn't waste another moment with the pest, turning to bring her little gem into her arms. "It's okay," she whispers to them. "Mama's here for you. I will always protect you, my little gem.." Meili cradles them, slowly rocking them in her embrace. She whispers reassurance into their ear and holds onto their shaking frame firmly. 

Meili helps them to their feet, keeping her arms wrapped around them as she directs them back to their home. She eyes the door, barely hanging onto the hinges with a sheepish look. She softens at their soft giggles and then presses a kiss to their forehead.

"Go rest, little one," she hums. "I will deal with our guest."