A Surprisingly Silent Night
Secret Santa Gift for @eunoiaaaivy
Zhongli is a favorite of mine <3
Here's something hurt/comfort fluffy for a cold holiday ^^
I am so sorry for how late this is.
Overseeing the world, playing the game.
Granting strength to the most beloved of worshipers, grinding artifacts for your team.
Showering them with your love and trust, pulling them on whatever banner had taken up your fancy.
This was horribly overwhelming, and soul-crushingly lonely. To be regarded as above everyone meant that you had no peers, no true friends. Not anymore.
Your previous life seemed so far away, everyone you had known, loved, even hated... Gone. Slipped from your grasp like sand. It was immensely lonely and very... Strange. Like your memories were only a distant dream, though a majority of your life was spent immersed in it. As far off memories from the deity everyone held you as started taking hold. Power cradled in your arms, respect holding people at your feet. You had seemingly everything.
Yet you longed for nothing more than the relative simplicity of your previous life. Even if the world fell at your feet and the skies and mountains would split at your request... What good was this power when you were alone in it?
Everyone loved you, but it was a distant and reverent type of love. One that never let them get close.
Except...
As your memories of the creation of the Teyvat returned, you found yourself mourning a great deal. Friends, lovers, all turned to dust in the face of your pure immortality. Now, in modern Teyvat, the only familiar face among your acolytes was Zhongli.
A favorite of your when you thought this was a game, and one of your most devout followers. Though not without reason. Zhongli had known you before you left Teyvat. A young, rash god who wore his heart on his sleeve and was often bowled over by other gods at the time, who used his anger against him. He learned to control himself. That much was obvious.
In the infancy of his godhood, Morax, like many godlings, followed you closely a duckling. They gained power and learned to control it by basking in your shining divine aura. He had been fierce and capable even then. But you were there to protect him, even when the others teased him until he swore he'd have them in their graves.
Now Morax was refined, polished like a fine jade. But still he sought your attention and presence more than anything.
Being so ancient, and having been so close to you even back then, Zhongli finds himself reminiscing. Sad eyes follow you as he notes the ways you have changed, and the ways you have stayed the same.
Your presence now staves off the erosion, reverses it even. You are comfort. But you always seem so far away... Not in the way it seemed when he was young, where you were busy and yet the picture of true divinity. But in a sad, lost sort of way. Zhongli could only stand watch over you as your power returned in full. A slow process, but one which was very exciting to the eldest of your worshippers.
But still, many of the Adepti agreed that something had been bothering you, and so the "revived" archon of Geo was sent to your side with a new task.
Find out what is bothering The Divine Creator, and remedy it.
Winter was always a somewhat difficult time for you. Perhaps the winter holidays were a time of joy before, but without the friends, family, and familiar festivities...
Winter in Teyvat was just as cold, and just as dark. From where you sat, seasonal sadness seemed like it was inevitable now. No festive lights, and no friends to join you.
You considered your options, perhaps you'd visit a temple of an old "friend," someone you only remembered through memories you didn't feel like you made. Or maybe you could take a look around the same game areas you'd already explored a million times.
Your personal chambers were warmed by a gentle fire which gave you some pleasant ambient noise, but somehow it felt too quiet here still. But an unsure tap at the door broke that monotony.
Walking from your place by the window, you opened the door to greet your guest. You weren't sure who to expect. Though, you weren't entirely surprised to find Zhongli. He seems to be at your side as often as possible, a consistent presence that was oddly comforting.
"Your Grace, may I enter?" Zhongli bowed as he requested permission to enter your home. You held back an urge to sigh, and stepped aside to let him in.
As he walked in, he took a good look at your space. It was simple, you decorated it with familiar plants and patterns. It reminded you of home, but Zhongli was seeing it as a holy site. He complimented the style, and was sure to make note of your choices. These would shortly become more common throughout all of Teyvat.
But his attention drifted back to the problem as your polite smile fell, and you went back to your place beside the window.
Zhongli was here for a visit. Perhaps you'd have him listen to stories from your home. Maybe you'd spend your time near your winter holiday season reminiscing about times you'd never get to enjoy again. But before you could offer to tell him, he cleared his throat, and caught your full attention again.
"Your Grace... we, the Adepti and I, have noticed that you haven't been acting quite yourself in the last few days. You've been more reclusive, and it has brought us a bit of concern. If it is not an overstep on my part... may I ask what troubles you?" Zhongli stepped a bit closer to you, but did not meet your gaze.
Oh. So they'd noticed.
You shook your head.
"Don't worry about it, Zhongli. I'm just..." You paused to consider how best to word it.
Venti had told you before that you didn't need to miss anything from your previous life,that everything you could possibly need was in Teyvat. But that couldn't stop you.
"I'm just missing old times is all. In the other world, I'd be celebrating the holidays with my friends." You said it. You told the truth and watched closely for his reaction.
Zhongli's eyes narrowed in thought, and then you saw the flicker of curiosity on his face.
"Holidays, Your Grace? What was it that you celebrated back then?" You'd clearly had his interest now.
You smiled fondly and sat beside the fire, gesturing for him to join you near the dancing flame.
"If you can do one thing for me, I'll tell you all about it." You offered as he sat with you.
Zhongli nodded. "Whatever it is you wish, I will do, Your Grace."
"Call me (_), and please... I just need a friend." You reached for him and grabbed his hand gently. He nearly flinched away in surprise.
"It is horribly lonely here, and I have so many people who love me... But none who really know me... So please, Zhongli.... Will you be my friend?" You pleaded with him. Somewhere in your mind you expected he would never refuse you, but Zhongli was full of surprises when he really wanted to be.
For the first time ever in his memory, Zhongli held your gaze. He looked into your eyes and saw a reflection of himself long ago. Having lost so much to become an archon, he too was once gripped by loneliness.
But couldn't change your form and seek company of the common people, and you couldn't return even to places you missed, even if the people who mattered to those memories weren't there with you.
And so with a gentle smile and nod, Zhongli placed his other hand on yours.
"Of course, (_), I will be your friend."
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A moment of mourning for Sakura for words she would have once given anything to hear from Sasuke....
Kind of followup to THIS comic.
But she and Saeko have had their revenge for Enji, and Sakura has had time to heal and find closure. She won't be any good to Sasuke because she's already left that path, and she won't abandon her coven/responsibilities either.
She's learned alot about Konoha over the past few years, and has to a big degree, deprogrammed herself from the Leaf's propaganda thanks to all her teachers and some brutal life experience, so she doesn't actually care if Sasuke were to raze the entire council/kages to the ground- but there ARE people (ino, Kakashi, lee, naruto etc-) who she loves and wants to protect, so she'll stay, for them.
Sasuke, for his part, is happy to have someone just verbalize that they empathize with his pain and that his desire for revenge is justified, though he's doesn't have the bandwidth to really understand where Sakura is right now, emotionally.
In this AU I kind of had an end for Sasuke where he is pardoned, but never returns to the village, though he does pass by once in a blue moon. When he does, Sakura (who doesn't end up living IN the village as much as in the forests of Konoha like their own little witch of the woods) is there to help with healing/supplies and they do end up as good, yet distant friends.
Once again, thank you so much for all the support and really nice questions/kind words for this AU!!! <3 <3
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