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Anon is back! Sorry for not being specific I was thinking writing actually

done, finally! sorry for the wait anon, and thanks for clarifying. i had too big of an idea for this, so the set-up took longer than i anticipated. and i haven't written anything for these two characters yet (although i've read plenty), so the first fic for a character is usually me trying to settle on headcanons and decide their voice, etc. now, i'm not the biggest advocate for ships, I'd rather stick to platonic stuff if i can help it, but this one. i had the meaning of ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ open in another tab as a wrote this. still can be read as both, you decide. hope you enjoy, ehe~

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NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

In which Childe and Zhongli share a meal together, but Childe can't handle Liyue's food and spices very well.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ alcohol consumption, descriptions of food, overeating, indigestion, stomach ache, belly rubs, back rubs, vomiting, induced vomiting, burping, throat finger!ng

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❝ 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝.❞

Zhongli was an interesting man, Childe remarked, watching as he gracefully picked up another jade parcel off his plate, letting out a small hum of delight as he tasted it. He couldn't take his eyes off him.

His presence was the saving grace from what promised to be another long boring conference, filled to the brim with uptight bourgeois and pretentious assholes. Being a Harbinger, Childe didn't have the option to skip out.

Since he wasn't a noble, nor a retailer, Zhongli was there as simply an illustrious guest of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, lending his thoughtful advice to any who asked.

Childe had only met him a handful of times until now, but just the first had been enough to capture his attention. How couldn't he? His amber eyes were mesmerizing as he talked, bewitching him into listening to his buttery voice for hours on end.

Zhongli was a mysterious man. No one knew where he was from, and he would always find a way to skirt around the subject seamlessly, sending you back, in one way or another, to his rambling. The knowledge he possessed seemed endless, far more literate than any scholar Childe had met. And he would attribute all of it to a good memory.

Seemed like a lie, but he knew better than to put that man against the wall, even if he wanted to. Even if prying information out of unsuspecting mouths was his job, Zhongli left him powerless in that regard.

“Childe”, he heard him say from across the table they shared, their eyes suddenly meeting when he caught him staring. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest. “Since you've already finished your portion, care to try some of mine?”

“Sure, why not?” He accepted, his hope deflating when he saw Zhongli push the plate in his direction, instead of serving him as he had done on another rare occasion. “Is there something different about it?”

His smile was telling. “See if you can tell me.”

Childe picked up the appetizer and ate it, being careful to not squeeze it too much and destroy the outer layer of cabbage. It had happened before, the scraps on his plate were enough to cobble together another portion.

He focused on identifying whatever it was that Zhongli had asked for to be changed in the recipe, trying to capture the subtler notes under the spicy broth. Was the ham tasting just slightly sweeter?

“Did you ask for the ham to be cooked with honey?”, he risked it, trying a coy smile as he saw his thin eyebrows raise slightly under his dark hair. “Then what is it?”

“Honey would make the meat overly sweet, and the texture too soft. Not the chewy quality you usually get, it wouldn't pair well with the vegetables”, Zhongli explained, trailing the rim of his glass as he spoke, returning the smile as he glanced back. “But you were close. I asked if the chefs would add carrots alongside the ham as it cooked. You can taste the extra sweetness in the broth as well. It does make a difference, doesn't it?”

Childe agreed to simmer in the aftertaste of each appetizer as he nodded, eager to hear more of what Zhongli had to say. “Wouldn't you say–”, a lengthy gurgle interrupted his line of questioning, and Childe glanced down at his white stomach, sneaking out from under his unbuttoned blouse.

The both of them paused as Childe felt his face grow hotter.

Zhongli held back a soft chuckle as he saw the faint blush taking a hold of Childe's cheeks. “Looks like the appetizers weren't enough for you. Would you like to order the main dishes now?”

“Uh, yes. Sure”, Childe managed to say, clearing his throat one time too many behind his fist.

It happens. It wasn't a big deal. Zhongli had already laughed it off. He tried to tell himself, but that didn't stop the uneasy feeling from settling on his stomach.

Traveling was a large sum of Childe's responsibilities as a Harbinger, and with it came a small window of time for sightseeing. Sampling the local cuisine, however, was the part that left him feeling the most homesick. Since he had been assigned to stay in Liyue, the complaints of his digestive system had become more frequent. It took a handful of sleepless nights through an upset stomach to make him even consider food as a possibility.

Zhongli was able to get ahold of one of the waiters with a simple gesture of his hand, highlighting another reason why Childe enjoyed each one of their day dates, he seemed to have a way around people that was nothing short of magic. He wasn’t immune to it.

He watched as they exchanged brief greetings and Zhongli placed his order, speaking with his hands as he traced words on the menu. There was a glint to his amber eyes as he handed it to Childe, almost as if he was curious to see the choice he would make, now that he had listened to so many of his lessons on authentic Liyue culinary.

He realized he was right when Zhongli didn’t immediately offer him a suggestion and took the time to scrutinize each item on the list, twiddling with his chopsticks as he showed intrigue for a particular name on the list.

“I'll have the black back perch stew”, he said, the description of it grabbing his attention: a poached fish dish with jueyun chili pepper and diced vegetables.

He jumped at the opportunity of easing his homesickness. It sounded similar to something he would find back at Snezhnaya, but as he put the menu down, he didn’t find the muted smile on his teacher's face he was expecting.

“Wait, if it's not too much trouble, could you add a portion of rice buns as well?”, Zhongli asked, raising his hand to stop their waiter from leaving. He looked at Childe as he added: “As a palate cleanser.”

Zhongli had his stern expression back as he took a sip of his drink. Did he disapprove of his choice? Or had he just lost interest in their conversation? Childe couldn’t tell. That man could be a total mystery when he wanted to.

He glanced away, briefly running his eyes across the restaurant they were in, part of him wishing it could be only the two of them. Maybe if it wasn't for the constant chattering in the room, not exactly a disturbance but still an incessant buzz hanging in the air, Zhongli would be talking to him more.

Childe could still recall the way he greeted him, more enthusiastically than he had anticipated, unable to contain his toothy smile. And how they barely exchanged a few words before the two were swiftly separated by swarms of guests wanting to extend their courtesies. Took him a while to finally drag him to a fairly secluded table, and after he did it, they were able to finally have a chat and share a meal.

If only Childe's stomach would agree. The thing felt awkwardly tense inside his abdomen, almost as if it clenched as it anticipated food to fill it. He had never been nervous around people, hell, he was a diplomat in some sense of the word. It couldn't be it.

Perhaps his body knew even before his mind, but he couldn't help but fill his eyes with the sight as the food arrived, his dish being settled right in front of him. A deep bowl of thinly sliced white meat simmering in a bright red broth, diced vegetables floated along the surface, meticulously surrounding the pile of fish fillets in the center, the top sprinkled with the same fiery red dust.

Not exactly what he had in mind, but it looked appetizing nonetheless. He quickly took the chopsticks between his thumb and middle finger, struggling to pick off the filet at the top.

Zhongli was evaluating his food with precision, using his chopsticks to pick the meat apart as a slight frown curved his eyebrows. On the plate, as he quickly ruined the composition, were four squares of a reddish-brown braised pork meat, one of them already separated from the layer of fat and crispy on the top.

He tasted each separately, giving slow hums as he evaluated. Truly, Zhongli couldn't keep his critique off of anything he did, and Childe had yet to formulate an opinion on whether that was a bad thing.

“Is… something wrong with your food?”, Childe asked, gently blowing over the slice he was holding as he waited for it to cool down.

“Not at all”, Zhongli responded. “I asked if they would employ another technique of red-cooking, unlike the traditional one, which usually takes a long time”, he continued, thoroughly picking the scraps of the meat he had dismantled. “To my surprise, they were already using it.”

Childe hummed in response, looking at his plate now, then at the dripping meat between his chopsticks. He risked it and gobbled it down before he had the chance to drop it. The pepper was all he tasted at first.

“I suppose that leaves room for me to invite you out for a proper Tianshu Meat. If you would be willing to accompany me”, Zhongli offered simply, not a hint of hesitation in his voice, finally raising his eyes only to see his face blossoming into a pink shade. “Childe?”

He didn't respond immediately, his mouth hanging half-open behind his hand as he fanned himself, trying to blow around the burning in his tongue. Zhongli had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

“It would be wise to–”, he tried to say, having to look away as the corners of his mouth wanted to turn on their own. “Wait until it is cold. Or is it too much for your tastes?”

It was a mixture of both, but Childe wasn't about to say that. Instead, he concentrated on carefully chewing and swallowing, the heat irradiating through his esophagus as he felt it slide down.

“I– I can handle it”, Childe responded, desperately downing the contents of his cup, the cold alcohol swarming his mouth and washing down the numb bitterness of the chilies.

“You can have the rice buns if it's too much”, Zhongli suggested, managing to muffle his smile for good.

Childe was right about to protest when he thought again about the offer, his hand slightly shivering as he took another fillet and a steamed bun in the other hand, alternating between the two.

Zhongli was right, the soft texture of the rice and its subtle sweetness made the pepper bearable, allowing him to enjoy the little hints of flavor in his dish. The meat was juicy and tender, something he would thoroughly enjoy if it wasn't for the abominable amount of spice in that hellish mixture. He was right once again.

They exchanged brief words as they ate, mostly Zhongli commenting on the technique used in the making of his food, reinforcing his promise to take him out for a proper taste of that delicacy. Childe tried to keep up, adding in a few questions here and there, but while he divulged, he couldn't help but feel a slight discomfort settling in his stomach.

Zhongli had already finished his meal by the time Childe got two-thirds through his, but thankfully not his speech. So kept explaining the vast history behind the plate he had ordered, and the many, many alterations it had gone through before reaching the plates of Liyue's restaurant.

Childe listened intently as he slowly munched at a rice bun, his throat starting to feel somewhat tight as his appetite slowly faded away. But he pushed through, trying to focus on the better aspects of the plate, at the tender texture of the fish and the mastery in the cut, the faint taste he could identify under all the pepper. That was about it.

In no time the lack of flavor on the rice buns, or rather, the numbness of his palate turned the munching and munching of the treat into a grating task. He struggled to swallow, feeling as if it wouldn't go down fully, just sitting over his stomach, sticking to his ribs.

He was sweating by this point, feeling the droplets gathering on his brow, but he wasn't about to give up. Childe had been raised to never let food go to waste, and even after becoming a harbinger, these teachings remained with him. He fought through it, managing to gobble down all the fillets in his bowl, now left with a bright red broth of pepper and vegetables floating on its surface.

“Oh, are you planning on drinking it?”, Zhongli stopped his rant to ask, sounding more intrigued than he had anticipated.

“Am I not supposed to?”, Childe inquired with the bowl halfway to his mouth.

“I've been told it can be too spicy, even for Liyue's standards”, he responded, resting his chin on his hand. He couldn't help the interest in his eyes as he saw Childe take the first sip.

It felt like alcohol ablaze going down his throat, like drinking molten lava straight from the pyro archon's mouth. His throat spasmed as the hellish broth went down, scorching his esophagus and sending an agonizing heat spreading through his body, falling inside his stomach like molten glass.

It was torture. But it was worth it as he saw the amused look on Zhongli's face as he settled the bowl down, simmering in the taste of the burning squirming flesh of his tongue. Childe endured a few seconds before he hurriedly shoved the last of the steamed buns in his mouth, placating the burn as he chewed slowly. Add another full glass of booze to the mixture.

Zhongli had a perplexed look when he next spoke. “You see, I underestimated you. It is rare to see the bowl empty like that.”

“Oh?”, Childe couldn't help the cocky smirk creeping to his lips. “Am I special or something?”

“Well, it is novel to see a foreigner handle Liyue's spices so well, even locals sometimes can't finish it”, he explained while he ran a napkin over the corners of his mouth. “But tell me your thoughts. I've heard great things about this dish.”

”The dishes from my homeland can be spicy as well. It's nothing new to me”, Childe remarked, noting his voice had become coarse. He went to refill his cup, but stopped midway and raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you've never had it? I find that hard to believe.”

“I've had it once or twice, but it wasn't to my liking”, he confessed, coming off harsher than he meant to. “It can be a particularly tricky dish if the fish isn't done right.”

“I'd rather you don't say it”, Childe said half-jokingly, feeling the heat still spreading from the inside of his abdomen. The last thing he needed now was reminding his stomach of its weakness.

Zhongli seemed confused for a moment, slightly tilting his head to the side as he studied his words. Childe thought he was still looking at him but after a few moments, he noticed his eyes following some movement right behind him.

Then he noticed the sound of approaching footsteps, and his hair stood on end as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Zhongli raised his eyes to greet the newcomer, a polite yet stiff smile stamped on his lips.

“Mr. Zhongli? How long has it been?”

It took Childe about one second to decide he didn't like their new friend, as they let go of him and pulled a chair, immediately engaging Zhongli in what sounded like pointless chatter to him. Something about an upcoming ceremony? Whatever it was, he stopped listening as soon as they started speaking.

Childe could only hope the annoyance wasn't clear on his face as it was inside his head. He was clenching his teeth as he went to take a sip of his drink. In no time he had already drained the cup and was already going for more.

It wasn't uncommon. Mr. Zhongli was a connoisseur of countless topics, after all, it would be a surprise if at least one of their meetings didn't have the mandatory asshole to interrupt them. Sometimes they would even hunt him down while they dined somewhere private, and while Zhongli was always quick to dismiss them, Childe couldn't help but feel their time together was growing thin whenever this happened.

He let out a longing sigh, frowning when he felt his breath sting the inside of his mouth. That discomfort in his belly was steadily growing, making itself more noticeable as he could now equate that bothersome feeling of fullness to the first signs of indigestion. It had always lingered there, as he filled up on the appetizers they had ordered together, now, after that whole meal it had reached its peak. That had been a mistake, Childe was one to confuse a belly ache with hunger more often than not.

It was clear now that it wasn't hunger, as he eyed his stomach from under the table, seeing that it seemed tighter, a volume almost noticeable under his poor choice of clothing. He regretted bitterly now, not picking something he could button fully, instead opting for what he thought looked best.

Maybe it was the few cups of alcohol he had, but he was now hyper-aware of the sensation of the food churning inside his stomach, the walls of it cramping as it struggled to break down the overly complicated dish. Normally he could handle it, even the heartburn taking a hold of his esophagus, but today his belly seemed to have it out for him.

Childe quickly realized this wouldn't just go away. He could feel bubbles shifting inside his stomach, uncomfortably moving like a bottle of soda being shaken. The mental image was enough to make him press his lips into a thin lip, his cheeks filling as he contained a burp that threatened to slip past him suddenly. It tasted faintly acidic as he felt it burst over his tongue, bringing with it a taste of the pepper sitting atop his stomach, but he did his best not to think of what it meant.

That wasn't good. Childe didn't have it in him to keep up the appearances, he could feel the color draining from his face as more burps slipped out, and he did his best to slowly release the air without making much of a sound. The irony, now he wished the chattering of the party was louder.

A dull pain had sprouted in his upper abdomen, derived from that burning fullness previously there, and now it was a full-blown ache just above his belly button. He snagged another look only to find out his once pale lean stomach had acquired a slightly pinkish tone as it stretched out, almost quivering with each breath he took.

Childe couldn't help the scowl he had on. Normally he would have a little window of time before the stomach trouble started, he would be able to get back to his home, try some home remedy he still remembered, and attempt to sleep before the noises started. But now, even before he ate, his gut was already stubbornly gurgling, and now he could almost see the sound rippling across the surface of his packed abdomen.

Slowly, he placed a hand there, noting how tense the organ felt under the skin, almost hard, the spasms of it quite noticeable, almost pushing back under his palm. His fingers distractedly sank into the flesh, trying to massage out the cramps, feeling the different points of tension slightly relaxing under his touch. It felt good despite the obvious threat of someone spotting him, but he could tell it was doing little to nothing to help.

As soon as he rubbed on a specific spot, a particularly stubborn pocket of air, a belch quickly traveled up his throat, tearing itself free from his lips as if someone had just gut-punched him.

He felt like he was going to vomit if he kept prodding. Which threw him off because the feeling of nausea wasn't there yet, but he felt so overly full any sudden movements would have him doubling over. He tried his best to keep the idea of puking away from his mind.

The ache only seemed to deepen further into his digestive system, and shivers crept under his clothes, leaving his feeling smoldered by his attire, his waistline felt way tighter than when this whole thing had started.

Childe cursed under his breath, keeping his head down as he tried to convince himself this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. He should have a little more time, just a little more time before–

His introspection was cut by a long gurgle he caught in the middle, and before any had the chance to turn their heads, he slipped away from his seat, turning on his heels as he speed-walked away from the table.

***

Finding a bathroom to camp out his sickness wasn't a difficult task, but it took Childe a little longer than he would in perfect health. He was muttering curses in his mother tongue as he pried past other guests, making a bee-line for the door as he saw it.

The door opened and shut, and shortly after light came flooding into the small room.

He sat over the lid of the toilet and buried his head in his hands, trying to breathe around the growing nauseating pain in his abdomen. The embarrassment kept nagging at him, like a small voice on his ear, biting as it wanted him to sink further into himself.

Childe sucked in a shuddering breath between his teeth, feeling as if his stubborn meal was sitting atop his stomach, breathing along with him. Air bubbled at the back of his throat, and he slowly opened his mouth, allowing burps to seep past him, in hopes of clearing a little room in the already overtaxed organ.

Childe slumped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle as he heard it gurgle once more. His stomach was churning restlessly, sending nausea rolling over him in waves he had to swallow back constantly.

The root of his tongue was burning, a devilish broth of stomach acid and pepper raising and falling at the back of his throat, like the ocean bathing the side of a ship, threatening to seep into the deck. It wanted out, and the more he tried to deny it, the worse it would be.

Childe slowly got to his knees, raising the lid of the toilet and letting his head hang over it. The light wasn't enough for him to see his reflection, and to that he was grateful. A trickle of spittle landed on the water, ripples disturbing across its surface as the odd colored gob sat atop, too dense to mix with it.

His dinner was trying to kill him. He could feel it trying to claw its way out, pain irradiating from his upper abdomen to his chest, refusing to go down and continue the digestion. It sat there like a piece of volcanic debris, making him sweat, but no matter how much he waited, it wouldn't come up on its own.

He groaned, clutching at his belly as it cramped, leaving him breathless as the pain persisted no matter how much he wished it away. He tried giving himself careful rubs at first, then he tried kneading at the knots, gently at first, then impatiently shortly after. All it did was earn a few short burps out of him.

Still, he pressed on, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh of his abdomen, pushing harder as the air rushing out of him turned hotter, then quickly wet.

He gasped and spat out, hopeless as it wasn't anything more than a small bubble of acid burst at the back of his throat. Feeling nauseous and miserable, he strung an arm over the seat and rested his forehead against the meat of his forearm, his mouth hanging open as he waited for a little mercy.

***

Childe groaned as he heard the knock on the door, a cold fear taking hold of him as he realized he hadn't locked it. He didn't have the energy to get up and lock it now, nor did he have the time.

With a second knock, the door slowly crept open, and he heard a familiar voice calling his name. This couldn't be happening.

He heard the door close again, the key turn, then steps made their way to him. A faint sigh could be heard leaving the visitor's lips.

“Mr… Zhongli?”, Childe groaned, tilting his head to the side to find the man looming over him, then shortly after, kneeling by his side. “W-What are you doing here?”

He didn't respond immediately, roving his eyes over the pitiful form latching onto the toilet bowl as if it had become a decoration to it. His light grey suit had turned a darker shade where sweat formed wet spots, soaking through the fabric as his body seemingly short-circuited under the challenge of digesting such a dish.

“You've been gone for a while”, Zhongli informed, frowning as he laid eyes on the pitiful state he had found his friend in. “Are you okay? Were you feeling unwell?”

“Y-You should leave…”, Childe forced out promptly, his voice deeply slurred with nausea.

Zhongli spent another brief moment in silence, watching as Childe's hand clawed at his stomach, his breaths sharp as he inhaled between his teeth. Gently, he laid a hand on his back, feeling his clothes damp with sweat and his muscles trembling under the fabric, he was shivering from what seemed like exhaustion.

An unheard hiccup jostled his torso, making Zhongli hesitate as he heard him groan under his touch, further curling into himself as he clawed into his stomach, riding out the pain of another cramp.

Gently, Zhongli tried separating his hand, carefully prying it away from his middle.

“Calm down, you'll only hurt yourself like this”, he said softly, holding the trembling limb by the wrist. “Your stomach is bothering you, isn't it?”

“I-It sounds like it…”, Childe commented, mustering a small pained chuckle that sounded more like a yelp. “This is… ugh. You really should go back.”

“You may say that, but you don't look well enough for me to leave you”, Zhongli pointed out, reminding him of the hand resting on his back, grounding him in his presence. “Are you sure you want me to go?”

Childe remained in silence for a moment, staring at the undisturbed water underneath him, wishing this would be over sooner.

“No…”, he finally said, whispering. “You can– You can stay….”

Zhongli hummed in response, seemingly satisfied for the moment. An admission that his company there was desired, it eased his worry for a moment, only to multiply it as he realized Childe didn't strike him as someone capable of asking for help, not even his help, not even at a time like this.

“Now, could you tell me what you are feeling, exactly?”, Zhongli inquired, his voice soothing and gentle, instructing him into relaxing before he tried to speak.

“I feel… sick”, Childe groaned, glancing away as he could hear how pathetic and small he sounded. “I think it was that… spicy dish. My-My stomach still hasn't settled from it. It, uh… it just won't digest.”

Zhongli hummed low in his throat, taking pity on the man's suffering, and yet, he couldn't relate to the sentiment. It sounded foreign to him. But seeing Childe so miserable, his face pale and glistening in sweat, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt over not realizing it sooner.

“Does it hurt here?”, Zhongli asked, the hand that used to be on his back drifting towards his midriff, hovering over it as he eyed him for permission. “May I?”

“Uh… hm-hum…”, Childe nodded, clenching his abdomen as he felt his warm hand rest over it, the touch sending an almost electrifying sensation through his body. His fingers crawled under his blouse, settling onto the curve of his abdomen where his bloated gut sat. “Ah…”

“Calm now…”, Zhongli whispered, feeling through his glove the muscles of his stomach pulling and twisting, something shifting inside, the organ tense as it kept spasming. “It does seem… painful”, he remarked.

“Ugh… it happens… a lot, actually”, Childe groaned, his voice airy as he fought to stabilize it, Zhongli's hand on his belly making it hard to think of anything else. “I think Liyue's food just doesn't agree with me”, he blurted out, immediately regretting it.

But to his surprise, Zhongli simply raised an eyebrow, confusion showing on his face. “You should've told me that sooner. We could've asked for a dish to be changed, It wouldn't be an issue.”

“Well, it's a bit… late for that now”, Childe panted and his stomach groaned in accordance. “Besides, I'm not even sure what exactly it was… ugh.”

“Have you tried making yourself vomit yet?”, Zhongli suggested, applying a subtle pressure to Childe's belly that had him slightly squirming, rebelling against the hand wrapped around his wrist.

“...no”, he panted, feeling like his mind was racing and slowing down at the same time. “I'm… nauseous, but– guh, it isn't enough to make me– hah!”, he let out a yelp as Zhongli suddenly sunk his open palm into his stomach, applying a bit more force than before. “D-Don't, don– uurrrp.”

Childe lurched forward with a guttural belch that turned wet by the end, both hands gripping the sides of the seat as he hurriedly buried his head inside it. Scorching hot vomit burned its way out of his mouth, staining the water below with a bright red greasy broth that spread like paint.

He stared, wide-eyed as it trickled out of his mouth, each drip adding more color to the water. It tasted utterly revolting, much like pure undiluted acid, the pepper laced in it only contributing to the corrosion.

“Don't do this… without warning”, he panted, tears prickling in his eyes like grains of salt.

“Well, I do apologize”, Zhongli quickly said, sounding slightly surprised. “But, are you feeling any better?”

“Ah… not much”, he moaned, spitting into the water, his face crumpled in disgust as his tongue burned anew. “It– ugh, I don't think it was enough.”

“Would you rather I use my fingers instead?”, Zhongli proposed, unblinking, making Childe feel as if he was being smoldered by the heat of his presence. “It'll do you no good to keep holding onto it.”

The sickly man felt his face flush a deeper red, crumbling into a frown as his stomach gurgled loudly again.

“You would do that?”, he said, finally, almost incredulous as he eyed Zhongli's unchanging expression of muted concern. He nodded, slowly retrieving the hand resting on his back and bringing it to his mouth, pulling his black glove off. “A-Alright then.”

Childe still hesitated, hearing Zhongli move closer and position himself almost directly behind him, one arm lacing around him and bringing a hand to his lips.

He opened his mouth fully, allowing his fingers to enter and trail the curve of his tongue as they went deeper, his throat locking involuntary as he tried to pry into his esophagus.

He gagged almost instantly, his throat clenching harshly around him as he let out a struggling retch, the sound coming out muffled and pained.

He regretted not telling him to be gentle, for Zhongli barely waited for him to breathe before he started moving his fingers in and out. Slowly at first, hearing the wet sounds of his throat spasming, trying to push out the intruding appendage. He gagged again, his tongue driving back as his stomach jumped under it, the motion sending a throbbing ache across his abdomen.

“Go on…”, Zhongli whispered, almost as if permitting him as he threaded deeper, petting the tender slick flesh coating the back of his throat.

That seemed to do it, the feeling of his fingers grazing the inside of his neck like that, had his eyes rolling back on his skull as another gag broke him. He tore away from Zhongli's hand as he lurched forward, retching violently into the bowl before he could finally bring anything up, vomit poured out of him like a faucet, splashing into the water.

It tasted revolting, Childe struggled to block out the burning sensation in his tongue as the gush of murky red liquid spewed out of him. It seemed endless at first, unstopping as if Zhongli had somehow managed to unclog his throat. Childe barely had a second to rest, as soon as the fluid part of it tapered off, he could feel a volume building up, and quickly, he started choking on a heavier thick mush.

He struggled to get it up, but now his stomach wasn't showing any signs of stopping, it kept jumping as his retching kept tossing it around. And Zhongli's hand under his shirt, pressing an open palm right under his solar plexus, not giving him any chance to catch his breath.

What had become of those steamed rice buns lazily drizzled out of his tongue as he coughed and coughed to rid his throat of the blockage, a subtle taste of fermentation under that numbness of pepper, almost overpowering the alcohol mixed with it. Along with chunks of undigested fish meat, clumps of rice dough and chewed mushy vegetables floated across the top of the dense mixture, tainted by the acids of his stomach, but barely different than what it had looked like going in.

Zhongli slowly settled his now free, saliva-coated hand on Childe's back, feeling him heave violently, his shoulders rolling forward as he kept spewing. Each cough seemed to run a pike through his back, he flinched with every sound, feeling Childe's stomach writhing with each motion, almost throbbing as it cowered before the next, and his lungs compressing painfully as he gasped for air.

Zhongli was having difficulty ignoring that disgustingly sour, almost rancid smell of fish. It sent his stomach in loops, his throat bobbing up and down as he kept swallowing against the disgust.

And still, he was almost morbidly curious to see just how much Childe was able to store in that otherwise lean stomach.

The motions of his abdomen, rolling and clenching as he gasped and choked, the organ underneath it jumping. He could very much feel the walls of his stomach contracting, it seemed painful even for him, but there was still an almost inhuman interest in him, wanting to know for how long this would carry out.

So he kept pushing against it, noticing his motion would result in an increased volume of the ongoing wave Childe was purging, or wet-sounding burps erupting out of him or strangled retches each time he sank his palm into his skin.

“There you are”, Zhongli whispered gently, managing to mask the disgust in his voice, running his hand up and down his spine as he noticed the shivers it would cause. “Keep going… get it all out.”

Childe took his advice to heart and mustered another sizable gush of vomit, this one purely pieces of chewed white meat and the now faint red of the broth, hitting the water as a dense pinkish paste that clogged his gullet on the way out. He tried not to look, but each retch would force his eyes open, leaving him disoriented, his head pounding mercilessly. The whole episode was sapping his strength little by little.

“There you go…”, Zhongli encouraged, tapping his back lightly and nearly wincing as he felt Childe cough under him.

His mouth was hanging open, mercifully allowing vomit to drizzle out as he forced his throat open, trying to breathe around the sharp ache each retch would sprout in his middle. His head felt heavy, pounding restlessly as the now intense nausea clouded his senses. He barely noticed when the vomiting tapered off, standing there coughing, head hanging limply over the edge as drool hung from his lips in thick threads.

Despite nothing else coming up, Childe kept gagging over the toilet, the vision of barely digested food forming a thick layer over the water, and the realization that it all had come from him just disgusted him to the point his stomach wouldn't quit it.

And Zhongli's hand still pushing on him wouldn't let him rest, he must've not realized there was nothing left in there, given how deflated he looked now. His stomach throbbed viciously like an open wound, making him feel as if his inside had been thoroughly scooped out.

Weakly, one of his hands fell from the seat, fumbling with Zhongli's as he tried to pry off his fingers from his sensitive midriff, but it seemed like he couldn't get a good grip on him.

“Y-You're… hurting–”, he tried to warn, but just the shaky motion had him weakly gagging into the bowl, a trickle of pure bile dripping from his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize…”, Zhongli hurriedly said, letting go of his stomach as he slid his hand out of his blouse, lingering for only a moment. He discreetly cleared his throat.

“It's… okay”, Childe muttered, his voice nearly gone, spent by coats upon coats of acid wearing out his throat, leaving it in rags. It hurt to talk, so he resorted to just groaning over the near lake of his former dinner.

He clumsily spat into the bowl, trying to ride his mouth off that vile taste. His lips burned with the residue of pepper, there was some stuck in his sinuses too, but no matter how much he spat it wouldn't clear.

Grimacing, he slowly raised his torso, going to clean his mouth with the back of his hand, but Zhongli quickly produced a folded paper. The man gently grabbed his chin and lifted his face, thoroughly cleaning the corners of his mouth and chin. “S-Sorry, you had to see this…”

“Don't worry about me”, Zhongli said tenderly, mustering a polite smile as he balled the paper and threw it inside the toilet. He grabbed another piece for good measure and handed it to Childe. “Is there… uh, do you think you are done?”,

“Yeah, I– I think so…”, he responded, spitting into the bowl once more.

“Then, can you walk on your own?”, Zhongli inquired as he leaned to flush the toilet, avoid looking inside of it he pulled the lever, sending vomit and alcohol mixing with the water into a whirlpool.

“If I say no…”, Childe started, watching as the contents of his stomach swirled in the water, disappearing with the current. “Will you carry me?”

“I think you can walk just fine, Childe”, he responded playfully, although his tone came out more cynical than he planned, to which Childe pouted, returning the playfulness. He couldn't help but find it oddly endearing given how red his face was and how wet his eyes looked. “But I'll help you at least.”

Zhongli wrapped both arms around Childe and helped him stand, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest to stabilize him. The man swayed in place, grabbing onto the wall for extra support. “I wish I could stay here 'till this shitty party is over.”

“I'm sure it'll be fine if you leave now”, Zhongli speculated, shooting Childe a sympathetic look. He still looked pale, his back slightly curved protectively over his middle. “How are you feeling?”

“Just… a little light-headed”, he whispered under bated breath, holding the square of paper over his mouth, as the neutral smell of it calmed his stomach just a little. “But I think I'll be fine, I can make it home.”

“If you say so”, Zhongli said finally, almost coldly as he guided Childe out of the bathroom.

“Listen, if anyone asks, can you say I'm drunk or something?” he asked in a hushed tone as they reentered the salon, a thousand stares glued to his neck. “It's less embarrassing.”

“You wouldn't be too far off”, Zhongli remarked. “But consider skipping the alcohol next time, green tea would do you much better if you have a fragile stomach.”

“It's not fragile, I'm just not used to it”, Childe retorted, disgruntled, trying not to raise his voice, but Zhongli only returned a coy look. “Next time? Hah, you're still willing to go out with me after that whole show?”

“Why would I not?”, Zhongli raised an eyebrow.

Caught off guard again, Childe glanced away, slightly pouting when he saw Zhongli give a soft chuckle to his reaction. That man. He could be charming when he wanted to.

#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #burping #overeating #indigestion #stomach ache whump #gen/shin imp/act #chil/de tarta/glia gen/shin imp/act #zhon/gli gen/shin imp/act #can be read as platonic or romantic #romantic caretaking #caretaking #tw food mention #tw alcohol mention #tw vomit #dana//emeto fic #my writing

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incognosis · 1 year

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it's so funny to me that zhongli likes to go listen to stories told about his past and shit he lived. cracks me up that this is the shit he does on weekends. it is such... god behavior.

#zhon gli you are so enigmatic i can't #— ❛❛ // ᴏꜱᴍᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴡɪɴᴇ.— ⌜ out of character ⌟

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gcthbitch · 2 years

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yANFEI IS HOME ON MY MAIN I LOVE IT HERE. until i remember i have to farm primo and pryo regis/hypo with No shield. oh to have zhon on here i tOOK HIM FOR GRANTED 😭

#bless eden for informing me if i hold down e zhons shield pops up.#iN MY DEFENSE I THOT GENSHIN WOULD ONLY HAVE THAT ON A CONST ZHON #THAT WAY THEYD GET MORE MONEY.#BUT NOPE.#granted i had to Buy the acct with zhongli aNYWAYS BUT STILL.

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tunafruitt · 3 months

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--> ||❝ The Creator has a.. LOVER?! ❞

SAGAU || Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader

[ The people of Teyvat find out their grace has been romantically involved with someone for a while now.. what do they think about it? ]

Character(s): NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI

-> [ NEUVILLETTE ]

“Oh, the Iudex of Fontaine is the creator’s chosen suitor? Okay.. He’s a qualified and accomplished man. I can see why the creator chose someone like him.”

With the one and only hydro dragon sovereign stuck to your side at all times, it was no surprise to anyone that the two of you had gotten close. But the creator falling in love with him?? That’s different.

Of course, the people of Teyvat had all wished to have a chance with you. And of course, everyone knew it was impossible… but hope is a good thing right? They knew the day would come though, just not so soon..

When the people found out that the Creator had someone they loved more than the usual “I love all of Teyvat equally and platonically.” EVERYONE WENT CRAZY. What do you mean the creator has a LOVER? What do you mean they’ve probably kissed. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE IUDEX OF FONTAINE????

Nevertheless, no one was actually disappointed. They had heard you talk about him through the screen even before you descended to Teyvat. They were glad you were happy… I guess (though they wish it was with them.) Fontaine obviously took pride in having the creator spend a lot of their time residing there, even more pride in the fact that you were romantically involved with a citizen of Fontaine.

─━━ ꯭ ───ׂ─ִ─ ͜͡✿͜͡ ─ִ──ׂ── ꯭ ━━ִ─

Neuvillette wasn’t quite sure how to react to all of the publicity the news had gotten. Every time the two of you go out together he feels the stares coming from the people around you. The stares weren’t the usual stares he got when he was doing a court trial.. they felt new to him. He was glad that he was at least able to say more affectionate words to you out in public though!

“Monsieur Neuvillette! I’ve heard the recent news.. haha.. so, how’s it being with the Creator? Bet you feel real lucky, huh.“

“I would consider myself lucky to be with Y/N. I feel that no amount of love give—“

“Y/N???? I-I MEAN— YOU’RE ON A FIRST NAME BASIS WITH YOUR GRACE?!”

“I am. Now, if I may continue…”

When he’s not actively working and someone asks him about you, he could yap about you for HOURS. So much to the point people avoid bringing you up even in non-professional events. He’s literally lovestruck. Heart eyes when he looks at you and everything. (everyone’s secretly side-eyeing him… out of jealousy.)

-> [ ZHONGLI ]

“Hm.. The Wangsheng Funeral Consultant..? He is quite a handsome man, but is that all? Of course we respect him! It’s just that.. I expected the Creator’s suitor to be an Archon or something. But if that’s what the creator wants, we should respect their choice right?”

The people of Liyue had begun to put the pieces together. No wonder you were always visiting the Funeral Parlor.. wait, were the times that the both of you were spotted together at Iron Tongue Tian’s Stall listening to the telling of old stories.. DATES?? How could they have only just now realized…

Well, now that the news is out at least you can comfortably hold his hand outside of the Parlor! Not everyone is completely happy with this though.. Who might that be? The other archons of course! They all took pride in being among some of the closest beings in Teyvat to you, but now that they weren’t all equally close to you, feelings of jealousy began to rise.

Zhongli secretly felt smug about that though. I mean, of course anyone would. Being the Creator’s lover is probably the biggest flex in all of Teyvat!! Only certain people are able to even be close to the Creator, not to mention TOUCH them. (which are the playable characters.) Oh, and doing affectionate things like lovers do WITH THE CREATOR?? The things people would do to be in Zhongli’s place.

─━━ ꯭ ───ׂ─ִ─ ͜͡✿͜͡ ─ִ──ׂ── ꯭ ━━ִ─

You and Zhongli were taking a walk in the city of Liyue as you always do. There was a cool breeze and the orange lights coming from the food stalls gave the atmosphere a comfortable, warm feeling. You looked back at Zhongli who had already been staring at you. He’s about to put his arms around you when out of nowhere—

“Your Grace! Fancy seeing you here.. ehe. Are you here for the Lantern Rite? Oh! You should come to the Windblume Festival again! We’ll make sure to make it extraaa special, just for you. Speaking of special— There’s a new wine back in Mondstadt made specially from the freshest dandelio—“

“Hello, Venti.”

“Oh. Hello Mr. Zhongli. Are you busy right now? If not, the Funeral Parlor is calling for you. You should probably go.”

“The Funeral Parlor is closed today, Venti.”

lmao archons actively trying to get you to spend time with them instead of Zhongli. (They can’t stand to see you hugging, holding hands, and doing all kinds of sappy activities with him)

AGHHH SECOND WRITING EVER!! Had fun ^_^ might do a part 2 with Itto and Xiao (or other characters) feel free to leave recommendations for any other characters!! Likes nd reblogs are much appreciated ^_^

#genshin impact #sagau #neuvillette #zhongli #neuvilette x reader #zhongli x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #sagau x reader #yandere #genshin #yayyy

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afruitsnack · 2 years

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my zhongli just crit 77k and diluc has yet to hit 50k i…

#mANS HAS A 56:158 RATIO COMPARED TO ZHONS 33:138 HELLO.#i…#im Not complaining #but jEsus-

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katedoesntloveme · 2 years

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#zhon lin #fashion #moda #fashionphotoshoot

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the-name-is-loser · 2 years

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Mmmmm my first attempt at an x reader is a song fic KAHDHEBDJD

#loser’s liddol rambles #I don’t know if it’s even good isbbdhdhh #if you wanna see it… keep in mind this was written on Augusta 29 2021 sooo #it’s . old #but I’m not opposed if you wanna see it 🫣#edit: when I wrote this fic I must’ve been normal about Zhon/gli because I am sitting here reading the first chapter and squealing #like some fan girl LOL #reasons why I don’t write x readers: for one; I don’t care for a good chunk of the characters in gi #the two I do care for- for one of them; I am incapable of being normal about my love for him. for the other; I’m hot garbage at charactering #him soooo yeahhhh #straight up- the top three people I KNOW people love in this game? I either hate him or don’t care for him #(coughs in red bartender; knight; and Russian man)#I’m sorrryyyy #for kae I just feel like ‘eh he’s alright as a character but I don’t really simp or anything’#for luc. it’s complicated.#see my tastes in fanfic are so high that if I read a fic with my favs I straight up can’t enjoy it because I’ll keep finding tiny mistakes #so I gave myself a fake fav . like that challenge people in the gi writing fandom do sometimes!#and yeah luc was my fake bias so now I can’t stand him LOL #and child. yeah #if my fav is zhong you can probably guess why I don’t like child jabs hehe

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zhoncreations · 1 year

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Deviculus isn't the type of demon that believes in even contributions. He will either give all or take all, and that usually bodes ill will for whom he is dealing with. For he has only one goal on his personal agenda. His hunger cannot be sated as he bears a mouth of greed.... to grant death.... and take life.

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Deviculus is made using real ibex horns, and a Corsican ram cape. He has lifelike golden eyes and a newly sculpted hybrid jawset that merges wolf and javelina fangs.

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Deviculus has been sold

#zhoncreations #zhon #taxidermy #taxidermyart #demon #goatswithteeth #goats with fangs #demon goat #monster goat #custom taxidermy #devil goat #goat #ibex #monster taxidermy

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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-❄️ Character(s): Dad Zhongli + Kid Xiao

-❄️ Type of reader: M!Reader

-❄️ Category: SFW + hybrid AU

-❄️ Warning(s): None

-❄️ Part 1

-❄️ Edited: ❌

“You’re such a cutie, look just like your father.” You cooed at Xiao as he ate, his big eyes looking up at you as you fed him. Xiao moved his wings a little, he hadn’t yet lost the feathers on his arms since he was only a few days old now. And because he was so young you often kept him close knowing he couldn’t maintain his body temperature.

“I can’t wait till he gets older.” Zhongli hummed as he gently rubbed the feathers that littered Xiao’s arms. A few months later and Xiao managed to learn how to walk and run around pretty quickly. However, flying was a big problem.

“Get down from there!” You shouted at your child seeing how he was going to jump from the top of the drawer to teach himself how to fly.

“Chi!” He chirped as you quickly scooped him up into your arms, your heart relaxing. “You can’t just jump from high places and think you’ll fly my sweet boy.” You sighed and moved his hair from his chubby face. His brows furrowed as he folded his wings across from one another, upset.

“I know I know, you want to learn how to fly like papa, but because your dad's child as well you won’t be able to because your wings won’t last long. Well, it depends.” You told him as you went to his room and got him a change of clothes, him having made a mess of his previous ones. None of his clothes had sleeves unless it was winter and spring.

Xiao let out small chirps as he flapped his wings, eager to want to learn how to fly at such a young age. Sighing you picked him back up. “Zhongli! I’ll be going out with Xiao for a bit could you watch the house while I’m gone?” You shouted, he was in an entirely different room.

“Yeah! Be safe!” He shouted back and so you left, unfolding your wings and flying to a reasonable level around the area till you were now at an area where there were barely any trees or anything in general. Placing your child down, you got to somewhat eye level with him. “So first my little one, you have to open your wings like this.” You demonstrated by extending yours as far as you could, him doing the same, his eyes twinkling see your wings up close.

“Try lightly flapping them, not too fast though.” Xiao began flapping his wings but not in the way you told him. “No no, like this.” You held his wings and moved them slowly before releasing them as he continued moving them at that pace. “Such a good boy!” You cooed and gave him many kisses on his cheeks, many chirps leaving his mouth. You told him to speed it up a little bit and a couple of times he’d end up levitating off the ground before going back onto his feet.

“You did such a good job! Papas so proud of you!” You picked Xiao up and hugged him, pressing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his wings around your neck to the best he could. Time went on and Xiao began getting bigger, yet seemed small at the same time. That wasn’t a problem though, he was still as healthy as ever.

“Daddddd! Papaaaaa!” Xiao called out as he quickly flew into his parent's bedroom like he was a hummingbird before landing on you and Zhongli’s bed, you being the first to wake up.

“It’s my birthday!” He exclaimed the seven year olds face beaming with joy as he fluttered his wings. The feathers on his arms, that made up his wings, hadn’t disappeared at all so he’d end up like your aunt. “Is that so? You’re a big boy now aren’t you Xiao? Isn’t that right Zhongli?” You yawned and smiled softly before looking over at Zhongli who was still sound asleep.

“Zhongli!” You shouted making the poor man jump out of his sleep, barely saving himself a heart attack. “Y…Yes, my love?” Zhongli quickly answered as he sat up.

“It’s Xiao’s birthday today. He’s going to be the big seven.” You smiled and began tickling Xiao as he giggled, tossing and turning as he tried to stop you from ticking him. “It was almost like yesterday he had hatched. They grow so fast.” Zhongli sighed as he looked at his family with a soft and gentle gaze. “Alright, Mr! Let’s get you ready! We’re going to Liyue for your birthday.” Xiao let out a yell of excitement as he flew back to his room, you and Zhongli not too far behind.

The entire day was nothing but fun, Xiao even got to play with kids his age. “You tired?” You asked Xiao as he rested his head on your shoulder his thumb slightly in his mouth as his eyes would close but quickly open again. “No..” He grumbled as he tried fighting his sleep. “Don’t worry Xiao, just get some sleep and we’ll play with you tomorrow how’s that?” Zhongli offered. Hearing the word 'play' made Xiao nod his head as he relaxed in your hold and fell fast asleep.

“He’s just like you y’know.” Zhongli laughed making you look at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean he’s just like me?” You huffed and fixed Xiao so he could be more comfortable. “So stubborn unless you’re being bargained with.” He said making you roll your eyes and begin to walk faster than you were previously doing.

“But it’s true dear!” Zhongli called out as he tried following you till you took off and flew your way home making Zhongli chuckle as he walked.

-❄️tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao x male reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x reader #fiction #anime #fluff #male reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader

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yestrday · 2 years

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ah, but can you imagine yandere third years seeing you in a maid outfit?? i think they might just die LMAO

the theme might be school festival, and your class is doing a maid cafe so which means, you'll have to serve them and call them ... :D

ah, yes. the overdone clichè trope. but there's a reason why it's so popular! who doesn't wanna see cute people in cute maid outfits, right?

your class has just decided on the traditional yet iconic maid cafe trope, courtesy of your ever-adoring harem classmates who want to see you all dolled up. come opening day, however, they start to regret it... because the damn third years keep hogging you to themselves.

venti quickly dashes to your room as fast as he can when he finds out. you barely hold on to the dishes you're holding when he pounces on you, squeeing in glee at how adorable you look. he's a bit too touchy when there are a lot of people around and you have to squirm and whine before you can successfully push him away.

enthusiastically, he takes a seat at a table where he can easily see you in whatever corner of the room. his eyes are sparkling when you finally come up to him to take his order. he takes a bit too long, taking his time to flirt and ramble just so he can get a closer view when a passing scara gruffly snaps at him to hurry the fuck up.

ohhhh this is just too much! venti can barely hold himself back any longer, but he really doesn't want to be more of a nuisance to you than he already is. he makes a mental note to buy you a maid dress exactly like this one, maybe even a little bit... shorter? ehehe ♡

maybe he'll convince you to wear them over at his house, with a few other costumes he'd like to try. y'know, for a spark of inspiration?

oh yeah, baby that's what i'm talking about. diluc's seen plenty of maid dresses in his life— his mansion's full of em— but never did he come across as one so alluring and sexy as yours! maybe it's because you're the one wearing it, but diluc is desperately trying to hide his blush behind the menu.

he tries to busy himself with the menu, but it's hard not to sneak glances at you. the skimpy chest heart window winking at him, the soft thighs where your frilly skirt ends and your knee-high socks begin... this is too much. not to mention the sweet smile you plaster for all your customers. man is down bad. it doesn't take a genius to see that he's really into this.

the moment is ruined when he sees other people eyeing you with sultry gazes. how dare they, tainting you with such impure gazes. there's a scream somewhere and you rush over to a customer where a knife is suddenly lodged just right between his legs.

when you look around the room for the suspect, you think you see a self-satisfied smirk on diluc, but his face returns to its default state before you could take a closer look.

he's not gonna let such a delicious opportunity slip by! once he's entered the room he starts hogging you to himself and no one can do anything about it because this is kaeya we're talking about. that and he paid good mora for your time.

he makes sultry comments about your maid and likes to watch you squirm and blush from his compliments. you're way too cute, fiddling with the ends of your skirt and bashfully looking down at the floor. seriously, look at him in the eye when taking his order! how are you gonna get it right otherwise?

when you do, he suddenly pulls you in such close proximity that anyone watching would think that he was about to pull a move on you. you freeze up with a bright blush as you stare at kaeya's teasing smile and deep gaze. he lets you go with a laugh, saying that he's only jesting.

somewhere in the makeshift kitchen, thoma is pulling back an angry scaramouche holding a ladle and pan.

zhongli makes his presence immediately known in the room, commanding everyone's attention including yours. it's clear to the other maids and butlers that he only wants you to wait on him, with the way his golden eyes rest on your figure. besides, serving zhongli meant having to live up to his high standards and no one thinks they have the guts to do so.

you don't get the nervous smiles on your co-workers' faces. after all, this is the gentlemanly zhongli that would tell you stories in the tea club room! you bound over to him with a sweet smile and your most customer-friendly voice. his stoic face softens up when he sees how eager you are to serve him.

the maid dress... it's certainly doing things to him. his fine eye can see how much attention the designer has put into your dress, more so than the uniforms of your classmates. it's made out of finer quality and catches your curves beautifully. he appreciates the artistry behind it, but at the same time, his possessive side snarls at how you flaunt your body for the world to see.

he'll have a word with you on this later. a one-on-one talk from a worried senior to a filthy junior.

childe might just get a nosebleed from how adorable you look in that maid outfit. you can't blame him, you know, when you look so inviting with how tight the thing is on you.

he teases you during the time when he's there, loving how you flare up in embarrassment at his flirty remarks. oh, how cute your glare is when you huffily slam his order down in front of him. he can see the steam blowing out of your ears as he continues to provoke you.

this! this is the life! who hasn't heard of a maid that'd beat the shit out of the master? it's a classic trope that he's goading you to unwittingly play for him. you want to give him the cold shoulder whenever he stays, but he only ever orders when you wait on him and your class really wants the money...

when you pass by him, he pulls you down into his lap and whispers in your ear. you almost go dizzy from how embarrassed you are, shooting a glare over your shoulder as you march away. childe laughs as he waves you off, smirking at the deal he proposed.

being the prissy rich boy that he is, ayato must simply have two people waiting on him whenever he stops by: you and thoma, namely. it's amusing to see both of you squirm when subjected to his teasing. do you really think he doesn't see the way you both exchanged flustered glances? it's really cute.

the food is... eh. nothing compared to the gourmet food he's served every day, but he quickly finds out that even the blandest meal becomes delectable when served by you. he's eyes you shamelessly as you nervously write a ketchup message over his omurice and pour his tea. you're clumsy, but even that has it's own charm.

thoma sighs at how you're subjugated to his young master's whims, but even more when he sees ayato's lustful stare. perhaps the maid dress is really doing a number on him, because he's usually not this shameless when there's a lot of people around.

ayato thinks of whisking you away to his estate, where he can freely demand you to feed him by hand his food without the prying gazes of others.

this is definitely ms. hina tier, if not more. if only you could stay still for a moment so he can take a picture... def– definitely not so he can print a cardboard cutout of you! HAHAHAHAHA haha ha ha...

it's not the arataki gang if they don't obnoxiously barge in and disrupt the atmosphere, with shinobu trailing behind them as she attempts to cover her face. they rudely demand some waiters and no one's willing to put up with them, so of course they responsibility falls on you.

and itto is definitely pleased with this arrangement when he sees you bounding up to him in such a tight thing! and even more when he sees the absolute territory... his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. he becomes flirtier and his eyes turn predatory. the gang teases him and whoops the both of you, but you shiver when you notice this rather uncharacteristic development.

shinobu smiles to herself under her mask, already thinking about what favors itto will ask of her regarding you...

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silentmoths · 1 year

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Just some Single Dad! Zhongli x Kindergarten teacher Reader things

I dunno, it was a cute idea and I'm writing it on the fly because my eyeballs needed a break from star rail.

not proofred, Zhongli x reader (tried to keep the pronouns gn but forgive if i missed a few and like, xiao referrs to them as mama at one point)

sfw

Zhongli who had adopted a young Xiao from an unfortunate situation shortly after he loses Guizhong. Was it a coping mechanism? absolutely, but he wanted, no, needed, someone to care for, to put his time into.

He loves Xiao, kid's his whole world. It takes him a little longer to learn to talk, and even then, he's very shy, very much a velcro toddler. Zhongli doesn't mind.

He does start worrying however, when Xiao reaches age four and the boy shows no interest in socializing, he doesn't really know how to play, other than with his dad, and while li does his best, he's no child, he doesnt know what the kids are into these days.

That and, while he's worked from home pretty much all this time, he's also feeling the itch to return to the office, perhaps talk to people who weren't four, but he also doesn't know how well Xiao will adjust to going to kindergarten, but he doesnt want to leave his son high and dry when he inevitably has to start grade school.

So, eventually, after much anxiety, he bites the bullet and enrolls Xiao into the kindergarten closest to his office, that way if he doesn't take it well, he can quickly swing in and take him, it's not like Director Hu would ever turn the child away.

He explains what kindergarten is, and what to expect to xiao, and of course the boy is all brave, puffed chest and hardened face (sometimes Zhongli wonders if he's let the boy watch too much ninjago) and tells his papa he'll be fine, he's a big boy and he can handle it, he can handle anything!!

yeah thats a fat load of crap, the boy is an absolute sobbing mess the next day at drop off.

to be fair, it's also a very near thing for Zhongli. he's not been without Xiao for an extended period since he adopted the boy four years ago, they've always been together, and seeing his son cry like that is almost too much to bear.

That is until someone kneels beside his son with a soft handkerchief with a little duck embroidered in the corner. they coo and gently dabs away Xiao's tears with a soft smile.

"oh dear...you must be Xiao." they greet softly, taking one of his little hands in their own and giving it a little shake. "I know new places can be scary, but it's ok. you trust your papa, dont you?" Zhongli is prepared to step in, to tell them that Xiao doesn't really talk much, but his son surprises him.

"U-uh-huh..." he wibbles, letting this newcomer dry his eyes.

"Well, you know your papa would never leave you somewhere he didn't think you'd like, right?"

"mhm..."

Zhongli watches as you smile, and he feels the shock settling into his chest. He knew you were certified in early childhood...but no one, not even the best paediatricians had managed to get a sound out of Xiao.

"Papa wont be very far away, how's about this...if you really really don't like it here today, papa is only a phone call away, he can always come and get you, yeah?"

Xiao turns his watery yellow eyes up to Him and Zhongli smiles, easily scooping the boy up when he raises his arms. "They're right little dove, I won't be far, and I promise to come get you if you are unhappy, if you can try to give it a try?" He murmurs.

Xiao, to his credit, sniffles and gives his papa a small nod, he's rewarded with a tight squeeze and a kiss to his forehead.

"that's my boy. Try to have some fun, hm? there's lots of toys for you to play with..."

"Mhm..."

Xiao surprises him yet again, when the teacher stands, he turns and stretches his arms out to them, never in all his years has Zhongli seen his child do that either.

To their credit, they take him with ease, settling him into the crook of one arm with a soft croon before looking to Zhongli with a smile.

"and you must be Zhongli? It's a pleasure to meet you." you greet, holding out your hand for him to shake. "It's quite normal for little ones to have the first day blues, I'm sure after morning snack he'll be just fine."

Zhongli can't help but smile, he had a feeling Xiao would be just fine.

It only takes a week before it's Xiao who's waiting by the front door, bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting for him to unlock the car so they can go.

He hasn't stopped talking about school, about his new friends and of course his teacher. Zhongli has never felt so relieved to know that his son is adjusting quite well.

He runs into the room to greet you with a smile and a hug to the leg, seemingly only just remembering to turn and give his papa a hug and a kiss.

"Have a good day at work, Papa!" he coos happily as Zhongli picks him up for their usual farewell cuddle.

"And you too, little dove." his response comes easy as he puts his son down and watches him gallavant over to his little group of friends.

"And to think a week ago he was crying his little eyes out." you chuckle, Zhongli hums and nods before remembering he had something to mention.

"Ah, there is a chance I might be a little later to pick him up than usual, It will be before the centre closes, but I figured I'd give you some warning lest Xiao worry."

"Oh, no problem! even if you think you might be later than close, just call the centre before hand! I'll make sure he's safe." you smile at him, and he feels another sense of relief wash over him.

He does end up running late, much later than he'd expected. Adding in traffic, he knew the centre would be closed by the time he made it, and he'd called ahead.

He comes rushing into the room, full apology at the ready, and assurance that any acrewed late fee's would of course be paid in full without complaint but stops dead at the sight before him.

Xiao, asleep, on your shoulder as you hum a soft tune. He can tell his son had been crying by the redness of his cheeks, he must have been a bit anxious because of his lateness.

You spot him in the doorway and smile, slowly ceasing your song as you effortlessly grab Xiao's bag from his cubby, and a drawing from the art rack with practiced ease.

"How was he?" he whispers as he hooks Xiao's bag over his shoulder.

"An angel as always." you whisper back, attempting to pass Xiao to him, but you're stopped when she little boy whines in his sleep, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a content huff, little hands clenched into the collar of your shirt tightly. "Oh...seem's he's comfortable..."

"And he'll be cranky if you pull him away too soon." Zhongli sighs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, perhaps it was his fault for indulging the little boy's need to be close, but who could really say no to that face?

"hm...ok, gimme a sec." you chuckle, shifting to hold Xiao in one arm as you quickly glide through the classroom, picking up stray toys and nudging little chairs back in beneath their tables with your foot, hitting lightswitches and locking doors with such ease that it leaves Zhongli impressed.

It all culminates with you both (plus xiao, still napping away) in the parking lot, everyone else was already long gone, and Zhongli finally bows his head to you.

"My most sincere apologies for being so late, I'll make sure the late fee is included-"

"Oh, no no, it's fine Mr. Zhongli." You wave him off "It was an honest mistake, and honestly, Xiao is such an angel, It's really no trouble. heck, before he started worrying, he was helping me clean up." you explain with a small smile, hand rubbing small circles into the child's back "You have a wonderful little boy, Mr. Zhongli, you've done an amazing job."

Zhongli blinks.

Perhaps it was just a combination of his stressing about being late, his anxiety about leaving his son to return to work, and everything else.

but that was also the first time someone had actually said those words.

He'd done a good job.

He'd raised a good kid.

He hadn't fucked up.

"M-Mr. Zhongli?" he hears you ask in a panic as he comes back to himself, he see's your wide eyes, worried as your free hand digs around in your jeans pocket, pulling out yet another handkerchief with an embroidered duck in the corner. "Are you alright? did I say something wrong?"

Only now does he realize he's crying like a damned fool.

"a-ah. my apologies" he mumbles, taking your handkerchief to be polite and drying his eyes "It's just...it's been a turbulent week."

Your face softens a little as you lean against the hood of your car. "First time leaving him?" you ask, he nods.

"I've not been without him since I adopted him..." He admits "And I was so worried he wouldn't take to school, or children his age..."

"He's doing wonderfully." you reassure "he's respectful and attentive, sometimes he can be a little bit of a tattle tail but he's thriving."

Zhongli chuckles, somehow he can see his boy, chest all puffed out, telling off other children for breaking the rules "That's...good to hear."

"Oh, hey Xiao...guess who's here?" He hears you mumble as Xiao finally shifts in your arms. Slowly Xiao turns his sleepy eyes to Zhongli and his soft little frown eases a little at the familiar sight. "See? told you the mean cars were just making papa a little late."

Xiao goes easy when you finally move to hand him back, snuggling right into Zhongli's shoulder with a content murmur.

"Thank you so much again for watching him after hours." He sighs "please, if there is anything I can ever do, let me know."

"oh you." you chuckle as you reach for your keys "Like i said, he's an angel, and it was only, what, fifteen minutes? I'm sure I'll survive." you joke with him before tilting your head to smile as Xiao. "Bye bye Xiao, I'll see you on monday, yeah?"

"mmh...bye momma..." the little boy mumbles, already half asleep.

Zhongli can feel the way his cheeks heat, and he can see the way yours flush a rather pretty shade of pink before you laugh, trying to wave it off.

"o-oh that happens more often than you'd think!" you chuckle as you unlock the door. "H-have a pleasant evening, Mr. Zhongli."

Zhongli feels like a deer in the headlights. It was a simple mistake on his son's part, he probably just wasn't used to the concept of 'teachers' yet.

but even so.

"Same to you." he mumbles stiffly, bowinf his head once more before he turns and makes back towards his shiny black sedan, anu excuse to hide his red face.

As he's carefully clipping Xiao into his booster seat, the drawing you'd grabbed from the rack slips out of his bag, teetering on Zhongli's shoulder, and his face goes even redder.

Seems he might need to have a talk with his son, if the crude stick figure drawing of Him and His teacher holding hands, with Xiao holding Zhongli's other hand, was any indicator.

and yet, he cannot help but notice, that it was definitely your handwriting attatched to the little arrows pointing to each stick figure, meaning you too had seen this picture.

Zhongli quietly wonders what that might mean as he climbs into the drivers seat.

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ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

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ᴅᴀʏ 13: Shaky or shivery

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how about hu tao for day 13 of novemetober? maybe she tries to use her vision to warm herself up cuz a fever has her feeling cold and shaky, but that inadvertently worsens her fever + makes her more nauseous (i get 20 times more nauseous when i’m overheated, don’t know if that’s just me though)

ᴀ/ɴ: i haven't been properly sick in forever, anon (not bragging, i wanna), but i have some very clear memories of getting a fever, and how awful sleeping with blankets is during it. feels like your skin is literally catching fire. oh yeah! i included zhongli as “caretaker”, dude did nothing tho.

TW EMETO

Hu Tao closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out an exasperated sigh. Her head throbbed whenever she tried to focus, making it nearly impossible to read the document in her hand. The lines looked like they were swimming on the page, with a mind of their own.

She even considered the possibility of this being some kind of cursed document, the paper looked like it was shaking on its own, and that had to be it. But the director just needed to look to the side to realize it was her that was shaking, and she had been for a while.

It had gotten so cold all of sudden. A shudder ran up her legs and she braced when her whole body trembled almost painfully. She looked around her office for any open windows and balled her sleeves in her hands while smoothing away the chills creeping up her arms. The door to her office was wide open, showing the empty hallway outside.

The director could just shout and maybe someone would come and bring her a coat or a blanket, but at this time, she wasn't sure if anyone was still in the parlor. At least Zhongli was bound to be around, that old man had nothing better to do anyway, but getting him to lend his coat would be impossible. He seemed to have something against her, and walking to his office was out of the question in any case.

Hu Tao joined her hands and blew hot air over them and the action had her thinking of the pyro vision resting between her shoulders, a faint warmth blossomed to life before she could command it. That had to be better than freezing.

It took a lot more effort than it normally would, but eventually, Hu Tao managed to shrug off her coat and retrieve her vision. She held the red gem against her cheek, letting out a soft hum as the cozy heat spread over her face, covering her like a ghostly blanket.

Without even bothering to clear the documents, she slumped over the desk and nestled her head in the nook of her arms, the vision pressed between her cheek and the sleeve of her undershirt. The young woman must've drifted off to sleep in that position because when she came to, it was unbearably hot, so much that she could feel the sweat gathering on her nose and dripping off it.

Still, the shivers weren't gone, her body kept tensing painfully, chills constantly running up her spine. And to top it all off, now she could feel her stomach uncomfortably tossing as a dizzying wave of nausea washed over her.

Her mind was in a haze, it was an almost dreamlike state where she could hear footsteps trailing around her office, and some familiar voice was calling to her. She parted her lips to respond, but what made it out was a small airy hiccup that sent her torso jumping.

The gloved hand caressing her face wasn't a hallucination, however, she felt the slender fingers linger around her cheek, swiftly snatching away her vision. They weren't gentle, they were robbing her, and the gem slipped out effortlessly, covered in her sweat and glued strands of hair.

“Thief”, she slurred, forcing herself to move, but her body felt too weak.

Hu Tao had to force her eyes open, her eyelids drooped as she found Zhongli's face looming above her. He looked serious as if trying to understand the scene before him, the red gem between his fingers, still emitting a faint glow.

“I'm not taking your vision, see? I'll put it here”, he said calmly, and Hu Tao heard as he placed it on the very end of the table, where she couldn't reach: “You shouldn't leave it so close to your face. You know nothing about the true nature of these things.”

“What?”, Hu Tao groaned, slightly shifting her body to look at him properly. “Give it back, I'm cold.”

“You're not cold, you're sweating. Quite a lot in fact”, Zhongli stated, tilting his head in confusion. Hesitantly, he brought a hand to her forehead, barely grazing it before he pulled away. “And yet, you're shivering… What is wrong with you? Are you ill?”

“I feel... bad…”, Hu Tao muttered, burying her face in the crevice of her arm with a groan. Her stomach churned, and she swallowed when her mouth seemed to flood with saliva far too warm.

“That doesn't answer my question. Did it start after you used your vision?”, he said impatiently, but she didn't answer, her back hitched slightly with what sounded like hiccups. He was tempted to just shake her at this point.

Hu Tao grew more nauseous by the second, the heat only seemed to be increasing even if her vision wasn't on her anymore, now it was near suffocating, but she still couldn't understand why she was shivering. It was so cold it burned. In the position she was, slumped over the table, with her stomach curved uncomfortably as it quivered, it would be impossible to hold back once it finally decided it had enough.

She was going to vomit, she had to do something. She tried to ignore the dizziness as she raised her head, her eyelids fluttered, threatening to close, and she couldn't focus on Zhongli, who was standing inches away from her now. His mouth moved, but his words came out of sync, something about her face? She looked pale, was she?

Hu Tao held onto the edge of her table with all the strength she had, trying to suppress the overwhelming dizziness as she adjusted herself on the chair. Zhongli's hand came to rest on her back, but he flinched away when he felt her freeze like a statue. Her stomach lurched under the loosely buttoned parlor uniform, and she felt the back of her throat flood with a searing hot liquid.

She caught it just barely, her cheeks puffed out as vomit filled her mouth to the brim, only giving her enough time to aim for the floor under her desk before more puke pushed its way out. A dense mess splattered heavily onto the tiles, painting them a sickening shade of brown and orange with clumps spread throughout. The ends of her long pigtails were lost somewhere in the mess, thoroughly soaked in bile.

“Ugh!”, Zhongli exclaimed as he jumped back, disgust etched into his otherwise calm and collected voice.

Hu Tao burped wetly over the puddle, gripping the edge of her desk like a vice, she didn't want to think of what would happen if she were to let go. She gasped for air, saliva hanging off her lips in dense lines, vomit dripping off the strands of hair caught in the line of fire.

She tried to hold back the next wave, her eyes were fixed on the empty trash can under her desk, just barely out of her reach, vomit splashed on it in a pathetic attempt to make it. She lowered her head in defeat and sick came guzzling out of her mouth, hitting the edge of her chair in it's way to the floor.

She spat out, disgusted, and gasped for air as wet sickening burps kept cutting her breathing. Weakly, she looked away from the mess to Zhongli, whose head looked seconds away from exploding.

“I asked if you were going to be sick”, he sighed, crossing his arms, his nose wrinkled in revulsion. "You could've answered."

“Sorry, sorry. I didn't hear you”, Hu Tao rasped, turning back to the puddle again, where her eyebrows joined in a frown. “Ugh… I urp, was aiming for that trash can. Think I missed…”, she tried to smile, but it must've looked deranged given her state.

“You think?”, Zhongli nearly hissed, and brought a glove to the front of his mouth, swallowing back his own disgust.. “Forget it. Just wait here, I'll– I'll bring something to clean this up.”

#novemetober 2022 #nov(emeto)ber 2022 #emeto #tw emeto #vomiting #tw vomiting #fever #dizziness #sickfic #gen/shin imp/act h/u t/ao #h.u t.ao #zhon/gli gen/shin imp/act #genshin emeto #sickfic prompts #tw vomit #dana//emeto fic #my writing

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