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calqlate · 5 months

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RE: LOVE & LIFE | TWO

— YOUR SAVIOUR, YOUR SOULMATE, THE MAN ACCENTED IN GOLD

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PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader

SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for — a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.

TAGLIST: @crescentmoonnn + @deeomi + @esthelily + @loving-august + @mshope16 + @needsleep3000 + @nerdiel-has-no-braincells + @saintbernardthethird + @thelonelyarchon

A/N: writer's block is a pain in the butt, hence the wait. it's also partially due to school because i've been real tired lately from preparing for a concert (just finished it earlier this week!) and had a bunch of different injuries as well :") n e ways, enjoy! :D

To say you were surprised was an understatement.

You had nearly fallen straight to your death (even though it was completely accidental) and were now in the embrace of a complete stranger whom you have never met before. Your face was inches away from your saviour's, an intimate proximity you have never shared with anyone before, not even your own husband. With the backdrop of the glittery sky and neon city lights in the background, anyone could have easily mistaken this as a scene straight out of a soap opera.

"Archons, I'm so sorry!" you pushed the man's chest and scrambled to your feet, your cheeks painted vermillion in embarrassment.

The man dusted his pants off and wiped his eyes before standing up. Now that he stood to his full height, he was pretty much towering over you. Your eyes darted up to find his face and was met by the gaze of his golden eyes, though slightly red-rimmed from his earlier emotional outburst. As you examined his face, you realised he had quite the handsome countenance: dark eyebrows set above his sharp amber eyes, a V-shaped jaw, a high nosebridge, and dark hair juxtaposed against skin so fair it could rival the petals of a Glaze Lilly.

"It's quite alright," he said, his voice deep and silky, reminding you of the richest Fontainian chocolate you had ever tasted, "I'm glad to see that you are unscathed."

"I'm terribly sorry you had to see that," you laughed awkwardly as you averted your gaze, rubbing your hands together nervously. Somehow, this man made you feel self-conscious of yourself, and you did not know why.

"There's no need to fret," he said, though his voice was now thick with an emotion you could not really place your finger on, "I consider myself fortunate for having saved a beautiful soul like yours from an early demise."

You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and he chuckled, "Apologies, that was rather forward of me."

There was a little pause, as if the man was figuring out what he should say next. Before you could give an input of your own (and spare him from torture), he spoke, "I believe we have not met before."

"That's right," you nodded, and you stuck your hand out for a handshake, "I'm [Y/N] Ragnvindr, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ragnvindr," your husband's last name rolled off the man's tongue fluidly as if it were his own native tongue as a look of recollection settled in his eyes, then he stuck his own hand out to return your handshake, "By any chance, are you associated with Mr. Diluc Ragnvindr?"

"That's right," you nodded, bittersweetness laced in your voice as you gave a tight smile, "He's my husband."

A knowing look flitted across the man's face, "I'm deeply honoured to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ragnvindr."

He let go of your hand and you chuckled, "Are you not going to give me your name, at the very least?"

He returned your smile with one of his own, "Pardon my lack of etiquette. Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Zhongli, and…" — he winced as he rolled his sleeve up, exposing his pale wrist and most importantly, his own soulmate timer, which had a string of zeros etched onto his skin — "It seems that I am your soulmate."

You woke up the subsequent morning with less sleep than you had hoped for, along with dark circles below your eyes. Besides, how was anyone supposed to sleep properly after having found your soulmate after getting married?

A part of you was not disappointed: you loved Diluc dearly and he was the man you had wanted to marry ever since you were a child. However, now that fate had thrusted your soulmate into your life ever so abruptly, another part of you wondered if there was another parallel timeline whereby you had met Zhongli earlier and married him instead. Would you have been happier with him instead? Would you have been in a marriage where life was less heart-wrenching, one where your husband cared for you a little more?

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, and your disheveled reflection stared back with weariness in her eyes.

You closed your eyes. For some reason, you could picture yourself next to Zhongli, arms hooked together and strolling in a garden filled with flowers. A warm, reassuring feeling flooded your chest at this image, and it somehow felt right with you, as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world.

You snapped your eyes open and shook your head, What am I even thinking? I'm a married woman, and Zhongli is a respectable gentleman!

You sighed as you tugged at your shawl which was wrapped around you, There are no "what if"s. There is only the present.

And at present, there was a meeting for you to head to.

Seeing Zhongli standing next to Ajax was not what you thought could even occur as you headed to the hotel lobby.

Am I hallucinating right now? You squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself to wake up. Perhaps you had fallen asleep by accident while in the bathroom and that your morning routine and everything that happened afterwards was simply a dream.

You opened your eyes and still saw Ajax and Zhongli standing a few feet away, comfortably conversing with one another, as though they were friends.

Sensing your presence, both men turned their heads towards you. Ajax visibly brightened and waved you over, gesturing you to join them and take part in whatever conversation they were having.

You slapped a businesslike smile on your face as you approached the pair, looking back and forth between the two men.

"I believe the both of you haven't met each other before," Ajax said with a grin, "This is—"

"You don't have to do the introductions, Mr. Tartaglia," Zhongli shook his head, "The lady and I have already made acquaintances with one another last night."

"Last night?" Ajax's eyebrows rose.

"I merely helped Mrs. Ragnvindr out and prevented an accident," Zhongli explained, "It's nothing you should be worried about."

Ajax hummed and let the matter slide, then turned to you, "Well, I was thinking that the three of us could go for breakfast together."

You raised your eyebrows. Breakfast with your business associate and your soulmate? That itself was two different genres thrown into the mix.

Zhongli's gaze was focused on you, "Mrs. Ragnvindr seems uncomfortable with the idea. Let me join you another day for a meal, Mr. Tartaglia."

"No, no! It's alright, really," you waved your hands in front of you to prove otherwise, "I must apologise if my expression implied otherwise."

A small smile settled on Zhongli's face as Ajax brightened, "Great! I know this really good place!"

You sighed. Seeing Ajax in a cheery mood after both of his acquaintances (honestly, could you be considered as such?) agreed to share a meal together, as well as Zhongli looking at you with such a serene expression, you found it hard for you to back out now.

"I'll take your word for it," you returned their grins with one of your own, "Well now, where's this place you've mentioned?"

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vsimp · 10 months

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a glaze lily that blooms underneath the moonlit sky

pairing: zhongli x reader

summary: “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” which means I love you. in that he comes to conclusion about his feelings for you

genre: fluff

wc: ~1k

spoilers if you haven’t done Liyue’s archon quest

Zhongli watched as you skipped through the fields of Liyue. You two had strayed far away from the hustling city and now remained walking on the outskirts. It was late at night, and you had been accompanying him all day to help with a consultation that required your knowledge and expertise.

He had appreciated your company today, and it was approaching that time for you two to depart. But you were a sneaky one, making a contract that very day, knowing that he could not refuse.

In exchange for your knowledge, Zhongli would help fulfill a request. And that request was to accompany you for a few more hours tonight. Yes, to anybody else, Zhongli would happily fulfill such an easy request, as he enjoyed the company of others to share his stories, but to spend time with you? You, who shook his heart and made him feel more uneasy?

Having lived for the last 6,000 years, he was definitely not naive. In fact, he could read the motives behind this contract you’ve established very easily. He, however, could not find it within him to deny your request. Indeed, your help was great importance for him in regards to his job, but having known you for quite a bit, he’s grown fond of your company. Perhaps a bit too comfortable, might he add.

With a soul as old as his, he’s had his fair share of sorrow and heartbreak. The wounds from the past have now formed the current solid rock that has acted as a barrier to his heart that has grown expontentially. Yet, somehow you’ve managed to squeeze your way into that very crevice that he’s kept closed off for so long.

Maybe it was your tenacity, your courage, your compassion. Maybe it was your strength, your willingness to help others no matter what, your morality. No, maybe it was something much more simpler. Maybe it was your smile, the way you called out his name, the way your eyes curled up at the corners when you laughed with him. The laugh that he had grown so fond of— the one that was so melodious that even a glaze lily could bloom just from the sound of it.

He was scared of these emotions that were forming for you. He wanted to push them away so that he wouldn’t get hurt, but more importantly so that you would not be hurt from them as well.

But as you danced around the tall wild grass underneath the moonlight, it was like all of his worries had melted away. You looked so free to him at that moment, like a bird who could take off into flight at any time. Now that he was living as a mortal, would he be able to fly with you? Would he be able to finally be free, away from the restraints of previous duties as an archon?

It was tempting. You were tempting.

“Wow, the sky is so clear tonight!” You said as you looked up.

Zhongli’s eyes followed the direction you looked at. It seemed like the same sky he had been looking at for the last 6,000 years, yet tonight, it looked more beautiful than ever.

“Indeed,” his deep voice rumbled out, “it is a fine night.”

There was silence between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward at all, a gentle and tranquil breeze washing along any bare skin that was laid out in the open.

He looked at you then. Your eyes were shut, lashes fluttering softly against your cheek, as you smiled gently.

You started to hum a tune. He was sure he had heard it before, a long time ago. He was surprised to even hear it because he thought it was a lost piece of culture from the distant past.

That wasn’t the only thing that surprised him. A glaze lily rested before him. It was small but unbloomed on the side of a rock. And as your voice reached across the winds, the flower had started to blossom underneath the moonlit sky. Its petal stretched out as it responded to your gentle humming.

Since your eyes were shut, you didn’t notice the exotic flower blooming before you, but Zhongli knew how special this was. Glaze lilies only responded to the song of the people and could only blossom at night. And since they were rare to grow in Liyue now, to witness one fully bloom was a spectacle in itself.

All of the sudden, his feelings had started to overflow overwhelmingly, the crack in his heart now starting to pour out. He wanted to burn this memory in his sight, forever etching your loveliness in his mind so that he would never forget you. He would no longer look at glaze lilies with the same sorrow he had once looked before.

For your beauty had stolen his breath away, and he no longer was able to deny it.

You stopped humming soon, and then you opened your eyes.

“Thank you for taking the time to join me, Zhongli,” you said as you looked up to the sky once more. Your eyes sparkled and he could see the reflection of the galaxy within them. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

He paused at the quote. A long time ago, a sly fox from Inazuma had taught him the true meaning about that quote. First, a song from an old legend, and now a quote from a distant nation. Where had you learned these little things?

He paid no heed to the matter, however, because he knew he had to respond back quickly. His heart was pounding at this point. And then he thought to himself that maybe it would be okay to accept his feelings for you. Now that he was no longer Rex Lapis, he could love you like any other regular man could.

And in a voice as calm as ever, he replied back to the person in front of him,

“It truly is, isn’t it?”

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚☆ genshin characters as types of love.

fandom: genshin impact.

characters: childe, zhongli, xiao, kaeya.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: fluff.

word count: ~230 each // 900 total

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ childe. safe place.

all you needed was a hug; just a simple hug for the whole world to disappear. everything became insignificant when you were with childe, all the problems and the world itself becoming too light to be able to reach the mantle of love and tenderness that came from every time childe wrapped you in his arms.

nothing could separate you, nothing could prevent your love from continuing to bloom between the cracks of your hearts, destroyed so many times. bandages were finally being placed on the two of you, lovingly bridging all the slits of past loves and recent disappointments.

finally, hope. in childe's arms, between caresses and passions, between flowers and bandages, a new feeling was born. a hope for a new tomorrow. a belief that the next day would go better than the present, a trust that there would be time, there would be goodness, there would be happiness. there would be a tomorrow.

all because childe hugged you with his strong arms, protecting you over and over again from the cruel world we are a part of, guaranteeing, always and every time, that this tomorrow he promised you would come, no matter what the cost.

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˚ʚ zhongli. soulmate.

“in the meantime, I give you my love. I know it's not much for who we are, I know this promise is insignificant in the face of all our memories that will be erased from us. but I give you my love. in this life and the next. I give you my heart and my soul. now and forever.”

but zhongli's promise was not insignificant. the words he whispered to you as you fell asleep in his arms weren't false. laden with passion, wrapped in a thick cloak of love, zhongli's words lingered for endless eternities.

you didn't know it, not least because no memory was clearly seen by the two of you, but the promise of zhongli was repeated in all your lives. when you lay down before the storm, when you snuggled into each other's arms, zhongli repeated the same words, not knowing they had been used so many times by him, not even suspecting that they were true.

because, in the entire universe, there were no souls more united than yours who, carrying with them the purest love existing, insisted on meeting each other in all lives. and all the stories you lived were marked in the infinite sky, each constellation lighting up the galaxy to be tinged with the promises of an eternal love, a love that would never be broken no matter what.

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˚ʚ xiao. twin flame.

it was cruel the way the gods separated you, the way they ripped you from each other's arms and forced you to walk incomplete endless eternities. it was cruel the way the gods envied you, how they wanted a connection as deep and genuine as yours. it was cruel the way they did everything to keep you from meeting again, too angry to witness your love once more.

“I think I know you.” five words. five words and the your entire destiny was rewritten in a matter of seconds. five words spoken by xiao that dictated a whole new path in your lives; for now that you have finally found each other, after lives of grief and anguish over losing something you didn't even know you had, nothing would be able to tear you apart.

the comfort of his arms, the kindness of your words. the blossoming of a new love that had long seemed withered. finally you two had arrived home. finally the two of you had found the peace and happiness you had been looking for so long.

you were his better half, the good part he begged to still possess. you were the hope that was stolen from him, the certainty of a doubt that insisted on remaining in the back of his mind. you were part of xiao, you were a need he was looking for so much. but above all, you were part of xiao's soul that was torn from him. you were his passion. the eternal love he would never lose, not again.

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˚ʚ kaeya. first love.

it just happened. and none of you even tried to stop that friendship that had haunted you for years from turning into something more frightening. love. how had you allowed something so big to rise between you? how did you and kaeya let your whole friendship be carried away by the warmest winds of spring and blossom into something so complex?

love. the first love. the first time you would feel the nervousness of being around someone. the first time you were going to learn how to love someone. the first time you were going to learn what it was to be loved by someone. the first love.

you knew nothing: love was a totally devastating and frightening world when mentioned by other people; you had no knowledge of how to love or be loved. you were lost. scared. too fearful to really explore the magnificent vastness of loving someone.

but it was the first time. the first love. and that is never planned, never deliberately exploited. and, without you noticing, the courage to love the other arose in you with so much affection and care that you didn't even see it. without you noticing, love poems were already declaimed by both of you, tender caresses to snuggle you in the scariest nights. without you noticing, you were already experiencing your first love. a love that would last a lifetime.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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point-8 · 1 year

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YOU BEING DRUNK FEAT: childe, zhongli, diluc

CHILDE

childe had just gotten back from a longgg work trip

and what'd know! he brought back some expensive ass wine, and you thought you'd treat yourself to some

well one glass turned into two, then four, and here you are seven glasses in and you weren't doing so good

ontop of that wine, you had also been enjoying a few shots of firewater that childe brought back from his visit home

so the surprise on childe's face when he walks in and finds you draped over the coffee table with the whole bottle of wine in hand, he can connect the dots

probably laugh at you

when you're slurring your words, he'll mock you and do the cheek-pulling thing "i have the groceries!" childe had just gotten home after his late-night trip to the grocery store in order to pick up a few things for tomorrow's breakfast. "oh!" he stood in the kitchen noticing the empty firewater container and the wine bottle in your hand, and he couldn't hold it in anymore and just fucking starts giggling and cackling. "what have you gotten into dear y.n!" he drops off the brown bag he was carrying in his hand to come to your aid, but instead of words you let out lazy mumbles and sniffles. "ill get a cold rag, stay here" just as he was getting up, he heard the start of more sniffling that turned into you bawling your eyes out. "do--on't leaVe" your voice was cracking and you were sniffling in between words, but he still understood you. in fact, he thought it was quite cute when you were drunk and just let your mouth have no filter(in private ofc). "im here y.n, im here" you simply just laid in his arms drooling on him as you passed out by his legs. childe may or may not have taken a few pictures with his camera, he'll show you in the morning. he soon moved you to your bed, where you awoke the next morning with the worst headache and hangover sickness. you could only recall half of what happened last night, but you knew once childe heard you stirring awake, he'd come and tease you about it, and you were right. "i never knew you were so clingy!" he said as you both sat at the table, you eating cereal with messy hair and dark under eyes. "you know you should get drunk more often!" you weren't in the mood for his teasing and laughing so early in the morning, so you simply just shot him a glare and he smiled as he talked about his work trip and just how happy he was to be home.

ZHONGLI

he'd honestly probably lecture you the morning after

he just wants to keep you safe (maybe idk)

but, he knows just how to take care of you, and makes sure that the hangover the next morning won't be that bad

still kind of annoyed at you though

but it was ventis birthday today, and wherever venti was, alcohol was

so you and zhongli showed up to celebrate of course!

and no surprise, you got drunk, so now zhongli has to drag you back home and take care of you. he noticed how you started acting loose as the night went on. being flushed, clumsy and touchy, a little too much for his tastes. so now, he just needed to get you home. "y.n, i think it's time we need to go." you were talking with kaeya, venti, and childe about memories from the past years, so not wanting to leave you tried to bargain with him "just 10 more minutes, kay?" cocktail in hand, you gave him a smile...yea you were drunk. "y.n, let's go you can call them in the morning." you let out an annoyed groan, not wanting to leave yet. "mr. zhongli! here, you can go home and ill drive y.n home in an hour! they'll be back twelve sharp sir!" it's not that zhongli didn't trust you, there was just a dangerous aspect seeing how 3/4 of the people here were already drunk out of there minds. and all the people who'd be willing to take you home were drunk. "thanks for the offer ajax, but i think y.n needs to head home. they have work in the morning." did you? nope. but zhongli thought as long as you're drunk, you'd believe him. and what'd you know! he was right. "well, i can call in sick rightttt" you were now leaning on zhongli, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, trying to persuade him into letting one of your friends drive you home. "and plus! it's venti's birthday, one day wouldn't hurt liii" the nickname caught him by surprise, but he wasn't letting you off that easy. "i hope you know i'm not above dragging you out of here y.n." you frowned and turned to venti, giving him the cocktail you'd been holding. "bye guys..." you frowned intensely hoping zhongli would see that and let you stay, nope. you guys got in the car and you just started fuck bawling your eyes out. "AUHUHUHUH *sniff* UHUHAHU" you were throwing a whole fit in the passenger set of your boyfriend's car "YOU'RE SO MEANN AUHUHAHA" kicking and screaming just like a child, it was funny to zhongli causing him to smirk a bit. the fit kept on until you guys were halfway home, and when zhongli pulled into the driveway, you were fast asleep (or passed out) on your own lap. folded over. he wonder how you could sleep like that. but regardless he carried you into the bed and took off your shoes, and clothes, and placed you into your pajamas. then just tucked you in. he enjoyed moments where he could find the time to just take care of you, even if it meant having to lecture you in the morning about throwing fits and getting drunk on a tuesday night, but that could wait. instead, he got a rag and cooled down your flushed face, then left a glass of water for you to drink. "fuck...." you woke up, hair in an absolute mess, nose stuffy, and fucking thirsty. and zhongli heard you as you stirred awake and came to your aid. "this is what happens when you get drunk." he opened the bottle of nausea medicine on his bedside table and gave you one. you were very lucky to have him. "you know, getting drunk can lead to multiple brain....." he started to lecture you, it'd become his habit.

DILUC

he's had to deal with multiple drunk clients, so naturally, he's veryy good at it

but still gets kind of annoyed with you for doing it, like bro wtf?

and you did it, right in front of him too. in his own tavern. in public

well lets just say you and kaeya got into a drinking game, diluc knew you had some self-control, but that self-control gets washed away with kaeya.

and he was right

you guys are about to pass you, burping and nauseated but still pushing the limits.

diluc didn't even take a good look at you until now.

your face is basically tomato red and laughing along with kaeya

he blames the whole thing on kaeya "one more round pleaseeeee" you say, laughing right afterward with kaeya. diluc turns to face you, and let's just say he's not the happiest. "..kaeya leave." kaeya laughs it off, then grabs your arm to continue your drinking game somewhere else. well, that was until diluc intervened. grabbing your other arm "y.n, you're staying here until i'm done. i'll talk with you later." you turned to kaeya for help with the now very angry diluc. and kaeya was no help, just waving you off as he left in search of a new tavern to push the limits. "eat these." he pushed crackers your way and kept on dealing with knights and what-not around the tavern. you were surprised venti wasn't there that night. if so then you'd be able to have a free way of stealing wine from behind the counter. you started on the crackers thinking of a way to get more beer or wine from diluc without him noticing. but, why not just ask him! he loves you after all! "dilllucccc" you said, head laying in your arms "yes y.n?" he wasn't facing you due to him serving another customer, but he still heard you nonetheless "one more *hic* wine please!" waving your hand side to side lazily so he would pay attention "y.n, you've had enough already. you're turning into that green bastard poet." he waved you off, cleaning glasses while taking orders. "bUT-" and here the waterworks go, yea... "you said-!" "y.n.... here, have some water." he handed you a cup which you just stared in the water with your tears mixing in with the water. "ill close the tavern early and we can get home, ok?" "ok!" and back to your perky self, bipolar much?

this shit rough af, but im to lazy to fix it soo👍👍 pocket lent if u guess what my old blog was💖

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cosmicisms · 11 months

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zhongli drabble

gn!reader

synopsis: you get a kamera and zhongli basically commandeers it.

warnings: comfort to angst, no happy ending (sorry) and spoilers for zhongli’s identity.

author’s note: man :(

when you bounded up to zhongli holding a strange device in your hands, he knew he was in for an treat. the object you possessed was called a “kamera”, and you explained to him how it could capture any real-time moment and turn it into a picture.

zhongli had seen all sorts of inventions and contraptions throughout his life, but never had he heard of such a phenomenon as a holding a real moment in your hands before.

when you presented your boyfriend with the first picture you snapped of him, he was temporarily lost in awe. that was him, right there, in his own hands! he was blown away, and immediately wanted to explore this kamera more.

you almost regretted lending him the kamera, as zhongli took a strong liking to it. you hardly had the chance to use the kamera that you were given! not only that, but zhongli developed the habit of taking pictures of you when you’d least expect it.

such as when you woke up first thing in the morning, with your tussled hair and bleary eyes. or when you happed to be eating and were in the middle of unceremoniously devouring your meal. zhongli would just whip the kamera out and grab a photo of you.

embarrassed, you had demanded he throw away the photos, but he had shook his head and insisted you looked beautiful. there was never a bad picture of you in his eyes.

he didn’t always take these kinds of pictures, much to your relief. he had soon become an exceptional photographer, learning how to utilise light and angles to capture the most exquisite photos of you possible.

soon, he had filled pages upon pages of photo albums with pictures of you, and he was steadily running himself into debt with all the camera film he was purchasing.

he couldn’t help it! you were the most wonderful work of art in his eyes, and he didn’t want to rely on just his memory to preserve these moments with you in his mind. zhongli knew from experience, that memories dulled and eroded over time. not even the mind of a god was able to prevent this cycle.

but this kamera and these photos, they were truly something else. sometimes, you’d catch zhongli staring at the photos, amber eyes enraptured by your smiling form on the slip of paper.

zhongli loved dressing you up for mini photoshoots, his boss at the wangsheng funeral teasing him about how he should quit from his current position to become a full-time photographer. you had spotted the look of consideration in his eyes, quickly shutting the idea down.

“i think your job now is more stable than photography, zhongli.” you said with a chuckle. “we need the money to pay for all that film you’re buying.”

“i suppose you’re right, my dear.” zhongli hummed and gave you a sheepish smile. “fine art should always be appreciated, however.”

you adored zhongli’s newfound love for photography, even if the main focus was on you. you loved entertaining his photoshoots, you loved watching his eyes light up when he snapped the perfect (he considered them all to be perfect) photo of you, and you loved flipping through the many photo albums and scrapbooks he had put together, you yourself wanting to take a picture of zhongli’s soft smile.

and now even when you are gone, zhongli still looks at those pictures. he isn’t afraid of them, and he hasn’t chosen to banish them from his life. he continues to let them remain in his mind and in his heart.

zhongli flinches as a tear stains a photo. when had he started crying? he looked at the picture again, recognising it as the one he had taken during your honeymoon. the one where you held a bouquet of glaze lilies to your chest while adorned in the finest garments liyue had to offer. he had really gone all out for that one, hadn’t he?

he took in every little detail of the picture. the golden gemstone necklace you adorned with the matching bracelet and earrings, the way the soft breeze had ruffled your hair slightly, and how your eyes were brighter than any star in the sky. zhongli was certain that he’d never take a picture more perfect than that.

“zhongli!” you had complained, motioning for him to come over. “i thought i hid that from you? forget about the kamera for a moment!” zhongli relented with his photos and kneeled next to you, pressing a kiss to the ring that now adorned your finger. “my apologies, love. it appears you’ve stunned me with your beauty once more.”

you had giggled and kissed him, holding him close as you celebrated this new chapter in your lives. one where you were bound by a contract of eternal love.

“oh, my dear.” the voice of a former god rumbled throughout the empty house. “if only i could see you again.” he swiped his thumb over your picture. “if only i could feel it again.”

zhongli flipped another page of the album, his tea long gone cold with no one else to drink it with him, and your chair empty from across the table. it was lonely without you…

#✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮ genshin #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x yn #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact #zhongli angst

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ariicandy · 4 months

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I Wish You Roses While You Can Still Smell

About : After breaking up your relationship with them, they still have the roses you gave them from that very day..

Note : I got inspired from the song to do this fic tryna think of what to write! Fyi I’m probably gonna write more angsty stuff again & kinda rush it..sorry..

Song : I Wish you Roses — Kali Uchis

Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

★☆﹒Diluc, Ayato, Alhaitham, Kazuha, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Heizou

It was such an odd thought to him that you both would have your relationship off but now it feels so quiet and strange without having your presence near him. It did hurt, it really did, he just didn’t wanna show it and want to respect your decision to end things. He still looks up to the sky and recalls memories & times that which he enjoyed and cherished with you all these times…but now it really is a fainted memory to him. Sometimes the clouds would resemble a thing that reminds him of whatever memory he is thinking of and always tries to brush it off as he tells himself “it’s just you missing them, let them be happy with what they decided like I always do”It’s hard getting used to not having you around so much & to talk to whenever again

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know, any love I gave you's forever yours to keep

★☆﹒Scara, Childe, Cyno, Itto, Lyney, Neuvillette, Xiao, Kaeya

Ending the relationship hurt him, it really did, but he can’t stop you from something you have already decided to tell him. It was hard to accept but he can’t stop you from deciding anything, he always tried doing things a lot more to take the break up off of his mind. You felt like everything to him, he cherished every moment he was with you, thought hard on gifts and/or trinkets to get you, now he’s wondering what is he gonna do now since? Even upon walking a field where flowers are near and grow scattered, he turns a little sad as he had probably picked some of these flowers to give to you when you guys went to a flower field. It’s gonna take some time to get used to not having you around a lot, huh?

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dark-night-hero · 11 days

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"So it's true! You and her- Guizhong were a thing. Then what the hell does that make me Morax?!" "Can you just drop it of? We're in a hurry." He was tired. And their friend was in danger. "No! Knowing you'll be out there to save your other lover, tell me the truth Morax! Is it true?!" It was the same topic of argument for some time now. He had been denying it over and over again, he just cannot seem to understand why you kept insisting even after hearing him say that was not the case. And he was getting tired of it.

Guizhong was just a friend and that very same friend is now in danger if they do not arrive at rhe right time and here he is getting hold up because of your questions. And knowing you would not let him go even if he were to deny it because that was the truth. Maybe he should give in for now to avoid further more questioning and leave as fast as he can so he could come back to you in now time, knowing that he could easily resolve the misunderstanding and his lies. "You know what. It's true. Now if you just get out of the way, I need to save her." "Wha-what? Wa-wait! Morax-!"

He did not mean to be harsh than he already is. He was just mad, mad because he saw no reason why you should get jealous of a friend, a common friend of yours. Mad because he was running late and a little more than to it could possibly result the death of a dear friend. At the same time, he was mad at himself for leaving that way. But he knew he could always explain when he came back into you. The two of you could always sort it out after the battle like you two always does.

So why? So why in the world- celestia were everything was on fire. And you were in the middle of it, leaning on your weapon for support, blood running down all the way from your temple into your chin. It was not just that. You are bleeding, bleeding all over. Why. Why why why why why? Just what the hell happened in here?

"Don't come." You utter, despite the fact that you could barely stand, you painfully look forward to your lover... heh, can he still be called a lover when he already admitted that he betrayed you? "Some..." you pant. "Some beings came into the city while you were away... hahh, I manage to defend the city until all the people manage to flee but- cough! Hahh, the god manage to escape."

"No. No no no no no." It was getting hard to breathe, nevertheless you should see Morax from afar, running towards you. "Bastard- I told you not to come he-!" You stagger forward, for a moment losing consciousness, still, you embrace yourself with the thought of you hitting the ground. But you never did.

"Let go." "It was a lie. There was no one else." "Morax- I said-" "I was in a hurry, I did not mean to say those words. Guizhong was only a friend. Believe me. God- Celestia. There is no one else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." He was hugging, cradling you in his arms. His tears rolling down his cheeks, into your own but you were feeling quite numb to notice that.

"It's..." You tried to hold up a hand but you could only feel the pain and the more it drains you. In the end you could only hold on into his arm. "It's okay... you don't have to lie to make me... feel better." You tried to smile to make him feel better, so why does it look like he was about to lose his whole world? "No. No please. It's nothing like that. I was a fool, I am a fool. Please believe me there is no one else but you. (First name). Please."

You knew he was talking, you can see him talking despite how things were slowly starting to go blurr, you can hear a few words but cannot seemed to focus on it when there is a high pitched ring that makes you unable to focus on what he was saying. Also, "It's cold." You mumble, fighting everything you can to stay conscious.

"Fuck!" Morax can feel your body slowly but surely cooling down. Suddenly his heart dropped as he panicked, he was getting anxious. He felt fear for the first time in his life. "Hold on, please hold on." He tried, he tried his best to fix you with his powers but it was no avail. You have so many wounds, you have already lost a lot of blood. You were dying all ago. "Fuck." He cursed once again. "Fuck, fuck! I told you to hold on (First name)!" He was getting mad again.

Morax felt like he was going mad, he felt like he was about to get crazy. Specially when he saw you starting to close your eyes. He felt a shiver down his spine. "Don't you dare close your eyes (First name)!" Not like this, not when you seemed to sure that he never loved- love you. "Fuck!" His amber iris were glowing with that presence of a dragon. "Don't you dare fell asleep (First name). I'm begging you please-?" He felt a light squeeze on his arm.

"Its.. okay." Taking your last breath, Morax felt the heavy weight of your now dead body in his arms. Your hand falling to your side as your head rest in his chest. At that very moment a rain drop fell from the sky, Morax arms were trembling yet still manage to pull you closer to him as if trying to find a little warmth. "Hah, hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHA."

That day, the dragon lost his mate. His one and only mate as his anguish cries were heard all throughout their land.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: bye, may klase pa ko ng alas quatro sa hapon.

: Also, why is it always zhongli who become the victim of my angst ideas. Tho I might make a same promt with ???

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alhaith4ms · 1 year

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note: suggestive content, mentions of biting/marking, possessive!zhongli, mentions of zhongli's dragon instincts, zhongli is just in love with you <3 + hello! t as always this isn't proofread waa

i like to think that zhongli, despite having spent years as a mortal and having such good self-control, still has the baser instincts of his more primal identity. and that he has quite a hard time keeping it in check while in the early stages of your relationship, always wanting to leave his mark or scent on you.

you've never really noticed it since he's always (barely) kept it together when he's with you, always a breathtaking smile on zhongli's lips despite the death grip he has on little tea cup in his hand or a fleeting kiss on your lips because a second longer would have him taking you then and there for everyone to see since your scent is so delectable.

however, zhongli was feeling particularly possessive one evening while the both of you were out on a walk in the harbor — the way you were dressed so beautifully coupled with how other men were openly staring at you just had his more draconic instincts wanting to come to the surface.

he simply took a deep breath and looked at you in hopes to help quell his internal battle with himself only to be met with the sight of your nape all bare and his to bite should zhongli choose to so that people would take one look at you and know that you're his and only his.

a growl threatened to bubble past zhongli's lips as he opens his mouth to bare his fangs, slowly inching closer to your nape. he'd be quick about it, not wanting to cause his beloved any pain, nor would he like anyone to hear how sweet your moans were when —

"...don't you think, 'li?" came your voice, drawing his mind back to the present and breaking him free from his stupor. you were looking at some antiques a vendor was selling, hoping to buy something to commemorate this evening with him.

zhongli couldn't help but smile, chuckling softly before pressing a kiss on your exposed nape, cheekily laving his tongue on it as well before saying. "anything of your choosing would be perfect, darling."

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader fluff #zhongli x reader fanfic #zhongli x reader imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #zhongli x you #zhongli x yn

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weirdthinkingdragon · 11 months

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Tails Of Embrace (Idea For Now)

5* dan heng x reader x half dragon zhongli

warnings: very slight nsfw, zhongli dragon heat

fic now available: here

Holy crap I got thoughts on Dan Heng and half dragon Zhongli going through my head that won’t leave.

IDC if it isn’t logical. Imagine you and dan heng came to teyvat for a forming stellaron and managed to quickly seal it, zhongli also coming along the express after or something.

You being with both of them and their tails are always brushing up/coiling around/being on you. The others getting used to it by then and just letting it happen (Himeko finds it rather amusing/entertaining).

They always seem to have a crazy amount of understanding between each other, and know how to take turns in a way. One time while sitting down, Zhongli’s tail will be wrapped around your torso while Dan Heng settles with wrapping his tail around one of your legs, and the next time they switch.

Sleeping together is about the same, but one gets to keep their tail between your thighs for the time.

This time it was Zhongli, but he forgot to ever bring up something before. It’s been several months and something has started to go through him. His tail starting to rub rather harshly against your groin.

His unusual behavior then being explained by him, turning you on a lot more than it should have.

Dan Heng making sure the door is closed and locked before coming back and coiling his tail back around your torso to keep you more in place while Zhongli gradually grows more lustful and moving his tail a bit more harshly. Deep growls coming through his clenched teeth, hissing he needs more of your body heat Needs to see more of you.

Dan Heng getting interested as well. His tail slowly entering through the bottom of your shirt towards your chest. His hands brushing your shoulders and breath close to your ear while Zhongli rips off your lower clothes, a pleased little hiss leaving his mouth at the new and very welcoming to him view.

... fuck, I’m going to have to make a fic of this.

#dragon zhongli #dragon zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #x reader #x you #x yn #dan heng #dan heng x reader #5* dan heng #dragon dan heng x reader #honkai star rail #star rail x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #Tails of embrace

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calqlate · 9 months

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RE: LOVE & LIFE | ONE

— SOMEONE WHO CARES

SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader

TAGLIST: @crescentmoonnn + @deeomi + @esthelily + @mshope16 + @nerdiel-has-no-braincells

A/N: sorry for the wait, i've been struggling with the biggest writer's block as of february :") here's the long-awaited chapter, please enjoy ^^

As you walked off the plane and step foot onto the arrival hall of Liyue's airport, you combed some stray locks of hair falling into your face. Sitting through a five-hour flight while sending emails and settling a whole load of paperwork (which had been uploaded onto an online folder courtesy of your secretary Giselle) had you red-eyed and ready to take a good three-hour nap. You were presently on a business trip to meet a partner who was keen on investing in your company to expand and establish a branch of its own in Liyue. The said partner in question was Fatui Network, a trading company renowned for having a seemingly shrewd CEO who had the 'magic touch': any business she was interested in and chose to invest in seemed to turn out successful, and you were hoping for good things when she reached out to contact you when you chose to expand your business.

You were scanning the crowd for the person who was arranged to pick you up when you spotted a gingerhead in the crowd waving eagerly at you. You raised an eyebrow up at him and he gave wide, exaggerated nods as if to say "Yes, it's me!".

You dragged your luggage over to him and gave him a quick once-over. The man was fair-skinned with blue eyes that seemed to have seen many things in life despite his young exterior. He wore a bright smile which exuberated a youthful and bright energy. You greeted him with a smile and extended a hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you. I'm [F/N] Ragnvindr, CEO of Aster Cosmetics. You must be the representative from the Fatui Network, right?"

The gingerhead grinned and shook your hand back, "I'm actually one of the directors there. The name's Ajax Tartaglia, nice to meet you."

You raised your brows and drew your hand back along with him, "I didn't think your CEO would send a director to meet me."

"Oh, we must," Ajax said, "You're a valuable business partner of ours. It's only right for one of the higher-ups to pick you up and show you around."

"That's kind of you, please deliver my sincerest thanks to your CEO," you smiled.

"That, I will," Ajax smiled, "Now, shall I show you to your hotel?"

Ajax proved himself fun to be around: he was a great conversationalist and naturally made you feel at ease. He made you feel as if both of you were friends for a long time even though you had just met less than an hour ago. He was different from the usual directors that you met on business talks and trips, and he was like the breath of fresh air you never knew you needed.

"Speaking of, Mr. Tartaglia, isn't the Fatui Network based in Snezhnaya?" you asked as the taxi the both of you were riding up pulled up to the hotel.

"We are, but I flew down a few days ago to check in on our Liyue branch," Ajax explained.

Both of you stepped out of the taxi and he rounded to the back to retrieve your luggage.

"You are the hands-on type, I see," you said with a teasing smile.

"It's good to see to things personally," Ajax smiled, rolling your luggage beside him as the both of you stepped into the hotel.

The lobby was grand and sparkling, with a huge glittering chandelier hanging from the ceiling as a centerpiece. There were sofas placed round small tables, with a vase of flowers on top of each table. The floor was covered in dark marble and it was so smooth and shiny that one could see their own reflection against it.

As Ajax went up to the service counter to get your room booking, you pulled out your phone to check your text messages. Just a few from Jean and Kaeya, but none from the person you were hoping to hear from. A slight pang of disappointment filled the pit of your stomach as you sighed through your nose. You were delusional for actually hoping for a response from him, were you not?

"Mrs. Ragnvindr, are you ready to go?"

You snapped your head up to see Ajax waving your key card idly inbetween his fingers and you shot him an apologetic smile.

"Apologies, I'm coming," you slipped your phone back into your purse and took quick steps to catch up to Ajax, pushing the thoughts of him into the back of your mind.

Despite the small little blemish that was the disappointment you felt earlier in the day, Ajax seemed to wash it all away by distracting you with the itinerary he had planned for the day. He had chosen good restaurants and cafés to have lunch and dinner and went through your proposals during the short coffee breaks.

All the distractions wore off once you were back into the confines of your hotel suite. The room was booked based on your husband's terms, which were pretty adamant demands according to Ajax.

What use is giving me a luxurious room when I've got no one to share it with? You sighed as you peeled your heels off and clambered onto the sofa which was designed for aesthetics first and comfort second. The armrest dug into your side uncomfortably and you adjusted yourself to make yourself feel more comfortable. You dug into your purse again to retrieve your phone.

There were still no texts from him.

You decided to give your husband a call via Facetime. After all, there was only a one-hour difference and it was only 11pm in Mondstadt then. Your husband was still awake and you knew that he would only sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

You placed your phone standing upright on the table, leaning your phone against the ceramic vase for support. You sat up straight eagerly, waiting for your husband to pick up.

"Hello?"

Your eyes brightened as you watched the screen shift in perspective. Diluc's hand was covering the screen partially as he moved his phone, the screen coming to a standstill as he placed his phone on a solid surface. Diluc's hair was slightly disheveled and ran down the sides of his face. Upon closer inspection, you realised that he had rather deep set eyebags beneath his eyes, and his skin looked paler than usual, making him seem ghostly.

"Diluc," you started, "Are you alright?"

"I'm doing fine," he was curt in his response, choosing not to look at you. You could hear the sounds of a typing keyboard in the background, so you knew he was still working while on the line with you. His eyes never left his laptop as he asked, "What about you? Is the room comfortable enough for you?"

"The suite is great, thank you," you muttered.

There was a moment of silence as neither one of you said anything. The only sound being heard was the clacking of his keyboard and the occasional clicks of his mouse.

"Is that all?" Diluc asked, "If so, you should hang up and go to bed."

"You should go to bed too," you whispered, "It's already so late and you're still working."

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."

"The eyebags under your eyes say otherwise," you countered.

"They are none of your concern," he said, his voice solid and holding his ground. There was another beat of silence before he said, "That's all for tonight. Goodnight."

With that, the call went dead and your screen went black. The calls with Diluc were always like this, and you really should not be surprised or even had expected something more. He was merely your husband in name, and his feelings were not yours to bend at your will.

A few involuntary tears escaped your eyes and you wiped them away quickly. What use was it to be the wife of a rich man when this marriage was loveless and cold? It went against all expectations you had of marriage: you had wanted to be married to a man who would shower you in endless love, be it a wealthy man or a homeless one. As long as you were loved, you would be okay.

However, you were not loved in the slightest, and you were not alright by any means.

You walked right towards the door and slipped your heels back on again. You needed some fresh air, so off to the rooftop you went.

The hotel had a swimming pool on the top floor which oversaw the entire city. At present, the neon city lights glittered against the still waters, which were glowing in a seemingly neon blue colour, thanks to the lights installed on the pool's tiles. You walked right to the edge of the pool which was close to the glass panels separating the pool from the sky. You closed your eyes, feeling the cool night breeze against your face.

After your grandfather passed away, your parents learnt of your grandfather's will to have you marry the eldest Ragnvindr son, and they were more than happy to pretty much sell you off to the said famous family. You remembered that they did not even bat an eye when they did so, saying it was all for strengthening the family's ties with the social circle of the wealthy, but you could care less. It seemed that in this world, no one was truly on your side.

You kicked your heels off and climbed onto the seats a little far off the pool, their backs facing the glass panels. You closed your eyes and held your hands up, walking in a single line as if you were walking on a tightrope.

I wonder, if I fell off here, would there be anyone who will care?

Suddenly, you tripped on an uneven cushion and swerved to your side, the side that was close to the glass panels. Your eyes flew open as you let out a silent scream, watching your life flash before your very eyes as you fell into impending doom.

By fate or some sort of miracle, someone grabbed your other hand and yanked you away from the edge, pulling you straight into something solid. Your eyes screwed themselves shut as you careened into something… or someone. You opened your eyes to see that you have found yourself in the arms of a dark-haired man, whose eyes were brimming with tears as he whispered the string of words you were not expecting to hear from a complete stranger.

"Please stay alive for me."

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i call and you come through ☆

☆ feat. | lumine, zhongli, lyney, lynette, yelan and kunikuzushi ☆ summary | they help you when you're in trouble. ☆ a/n | a lumine for lumiconic. and a country skewer too. this is so not ok. i'm so sorry if lyney/lynette/anyone is ooc!

lumine |

lumine hadn't expected to see anyone at all, much less you. you were somewhat of a subject of interest to her; she wasn't quite sure what you did, and yet she hated you, or at least she told herself she did. she had headed out with the intent of soaking up the cool air before the morning came and the sun sweltered down again, but instead she'd run into you.

she's so focused on your face, at first--the frozen expression of terror as you scrabble uselessly at the drainpipe attached to your house, the way your lips look as you whisper, "back! get back, oh my archons! get back!"--that she doesn't realize what, exactly, you're sending back, and then she looks down. she has to blink a couple of times; are you really scared of cats?

you glance up at her as she makes her way closer, flashing her a pained smile. "thank archons you're here, lumine, seriously. i really can't manage all of these things by myself." her name in your voice sends a spark through her veins, but she ignores it and rolls her eyes at you. "huh, yn, i thought you were so brave? scared off by a couple of cats, are we?" she bends over to grab one around its waist. it mews plaintively at her as she strokes its head, and your eyes flicker to her hands and make their way to her lips. "i guess you aren't so much the brave knight that you let everyone believe you are?" she glances up at you, at the scarlet blush across your cheeks, and wants to drop the cats and give you a kiss.

"i'm just- i can handle everything else, but not cats," you protest, nudging one away with your foot. she bites her tongue. it's so cute. everything about you is endearing, but she can't say it. oh, archons, what a struggle this is. "can you really handle everything else, though?" she prods at you, nudging a rather insistent gray cat away with her boot.

you look at her with furrowed brows, stepping forward as the cats in your path clear away. "lumine, do you hate me?" you ask her, so sincerely, so nonchalantly, almost as if you don't care what her answer will be either way.

she starts, then stops. she looks at your cheekbone, your right eyebrow, your lips. she glances down at your hands, at her feet, anywhere but your eyes. "yes," she says to the ground.

"huh," you respond, squinting at her. she finally drags her gaze upwards, and your eyes sparkle with amusement. "because it doesn't seem like you do. in fact, it sort of seems like the opposite." and you walk down the pathway towards the gates of mondstadt with a newly acquired pep in your step, leaving her absolutely blindsided and spluttering.

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kuni goes explicitly out of his way to avoid bumping into you, so really, he doesn't know why he stops when he sees you almost in tears at a food stall. he hovers behind you for what seems like an eternity, debating tapping you on the shoulder and asking what's wrong. he studies the back of your head and your neck, the slump of your shoulders wonders if he's acting like a creep. the vendor behind the stall has his back to the both of you, busily prepping something that smells absolutely exquisite.

you step back a bit while he's lost in his thoughts and step on his foot--and jump about a foot in the air. "oh, archons!" you exclaim, turning around. "i'm so sorry, kuni. i didn't realize you were there."

his face feels absurdly hot under your direct gaze, and he stutters out something along the lines of oh, it's okay. archons, it's like he's stupid when you're standing in front of him. why did he stop? why didn't he just keep walking? now he's going to be late, and you're still smiling at him, looking insufferably beautiful despite crying your eyes out a moment earlier.

he realizes he'd looked down at your feet, almost instinctively, and slowly drags his gaze upwards to meet your eyes. your eyes, which are perfectly ordinary, perhaps, but they send something through his veins, and they're so arresting, maybe he could drown in them? could he? your eyes, which reflect the stars, but there aren't any, because it's the middle of the day? maybe he's hallucinating, he tells himself.

you smile at him, and he's prepared to do anything you ask him to--honestly, why is he still here? you seem fine, he could probably move on, he thinks, but before he can, the vendor places something down in front of you.

"160 mora," the man tells you, and your brows draw together anxiously as you rummage through your purse. you pull out a handful of coins that jingle against each other in the palm of your hand, and the whole while, kuni watches your face. he watches the way your shoulders tense and the cords on your neck stand out as you swallow, and the way you blink rapidly but a tear slips out anyway. your eyebrows stay scrunched, and he can't resist the urge to pull out his own coin purse and wordlessly set down 160 mora.

you whip your head around to look at him, protesting wildly, but he flashes you a pained smile and tries not to look at your eyes as he steps back. "consider it my treat," he tells you, forcing the words out from his throat, wondering why you have such an impossible hold on him.

as he walks away, he replays the entire exchange in his head and vows to never stop for you again.

yelan |

yelan regrets telling you that you can call her for help whenever, because now your cat's stuck in a tree and she's standing at the base, looking up at it, feeling immensely foolish. you're looking at her, though, and whenever you do that, her heart pounds so hard she's worried it'll leap out of her chest. she's seized by the undeniable urge to leap into the tree and fish your wretched cat out, if only you'll keep looking at her like that.

"please, yelan," you beg her, your face the epitome of pleading. she stares at you for a few seconds longer; in her mind, she's tracing your eyebrows and cheekbones and also your lips, oh archons, your lips. she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks and neck, and she's positive she's red, so she clears her throat and steps towards the tree.

she doesn't do romance, she doesn't do daydreaming about you, and she certainly should not be helping you wrangle your beast of a cat out of this tree, but unfortunately, here she is. you cheer her on as she turns a deeper shade of beet red, climbing up the tree in a way that she never had imagined she would ever do; climbing as though her life depends on it.

she finally reaches a branch that she can comfortably sit on, and realizes, to her horror, that she's out of breath. she leans over and rests her forehead against her knees and wills her breath to slow down so that she doesn't seem so desperately out of shape that you regret having asked her for help. when she looks down at you, you're staring back at her with an intensity in your eyes that makes her blush. "are you okay?" you call, voice threaded with concern. "do you want me to come up there?"

does she want you to come up here indeed. archons, she would kill for you up here. unfortunately, who knows what would happen if you came up here. so she shakes her head and continues upwards, craning her neck to impossible angles to search for your fool of a feline.

zhongli |

zhongli doesn't pine after strangers (albeit a stranger with whom he's gotten rather close over the past few months) and he certainly doesn't stop to help many others. but for some reason, he's spent the evening chasing your dog around your house because you had cornered him earlier when he had been on his ritual walk. your closeness, combined with your hand on his (why did you always feel the urge to touch people in some way or another when you were talking to them?) had dried up all of the words on his tongue, but you had looked at him expectantly and he had nodded. nodded. he doesn't even like dogs.

now, he sits on the ground and tries in vain to coax the dog over (mora, its name was; what a stupid name) but it's set on ignoring him. "come here," he tries. "here! come here!" and then he realizes he's switched to the baby voice you often use on mora and has to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's watching.

he inhales and leans back against the couch he's sitting in front of, staring at the darkening sky outside and wondering what it is you're up to. perhaps a dinner? when you'd let him in earlier, you'd been all dressed up; hair pinned up and your face bright and glowy. you'd smelled like glazelilies, and he had sputtered out agreements while trying not to look you directly in the eyes. briefly, he wonders who you would go to dinner with--and then banishes the thought from his mind.

mora ambles over to him and settles in his lap, but for once, he finds he doesn't mind. he strokes the dog's head and sighs, finally feeling at ease. "oh, aren't you a little nugget of gold? oh, yes you are. yes you are. yes you are." he's so wrapped up in the dog that he doesn't hear the door open and you come in until you're standing directly in front of him, your shoes dangling from your hand. "enjoying ourselves, are we, zhongli?"

lyney |

lyney has taken a liking to you, as much as he tries to pretend it's just platonic. he follows you around, brushing off your complaints of lyney, please! i need to work! instead choosing to focus on the fact that him being around distracts you from your work. so when he stumbles upon you in tears on the ground, of course he sits down beside you.

you scrub your face with your fists, burying your head in your knees as lyney pats your back awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "yn...?" he finally asks. "are you... are you okay?"

"yeah," you squeeze out. "yeah, i'm fine." you blink up at the sky, trying to stop the pressure of tears from making their way out. "i had been working on these documents for a week, and i tripped over the bridge." you gesture weakly in the general direction of the bridge. "and now they're all... gone. down there. in the water."

he digs around in his pocket, searching desperately for a handkerchief. he had one yesterday, when he was practicing his magic tricks... where is it? where is anything when he needs it? blowing out a frustrated breath that rustles the hair on his forehead, he hands you some fake flowers. "do you want me to go get them?"

you laugh, the sound shaky and tear-filled. "thanks, lyney." you set the flowers by your feet and lean against him. "no, no, please don't. seriously, i don't want you--"

he leaps up, his cape flying out behind him. crossing one foot behind the other, he bows, tearing off his hat. a stray dove soars free, flapping erratically. "anything for you, ma cherie," he says, flashing you a wink. he trots off towards the bridge, his heels clacking against the pavement, heart racing.

you stare after him, unable to stop the laugh from bubbling up in your chest. you wipe your eyes and make your way down after him, calling his name. "no, yn!" he shouts valiantly, looking over his shoulder. "you sit down! and rest! i'll get them for you! i'll get--" and he trips over the bridge, splashing into the water below.

you lunge for the railing, scanning the bubbles worriedly. "lyney!" you yell, debating leaping in after him. "lyney, can you hear me? lyney, if you can hear me, come back! lyney, come back!"

he pops up with a sputter, his hat sodden and filled with--are those your documents? his hair sticks to your forehead, giving him a look akin to a rat, but he flashes you a smile so brilliant it sends your heart galloping again. "for you, ma cherie! for you!"

lynette |

lynette ignores all of your attempts to woo her, despite the fact that they get her heart fluttering. you bring her romaritime flowers every tuesday, garlic baguette on thursdays. she thanks you cordially for these gifts, and then spends an hour writing thank-you letters that she never sends.

lynette tries to avoid you, even adding five minutes to her journeys across the city when she sees you. not because she hates you, but because simply being around you sends her into hysterics. (in her head.) she's flustered, she's red, and you're standing in front of her right now, offering a handful of berries. why, oh why, oh why hadn't she just cut behind the houses? now she's cornered, trying hard not to lose her composure. she closes her eyes and opens them, and you're still there, smiling at her, holding those berries.

"thanks," she mutters, reaching for them. you yank them out of reach and tsk. "you can't have them until you help me with this one thing! just this one, i promise."

she crosses her arms firmly over her chest, because oh my archons, your smile has her fully disarmed. "what is it?"

you clap, beaming. "i knew you'd say yes! i knew it!"

she interrupts you. "no, no, i haven't said yes yet. just tell me what it is."

"okay, okay! okay, you need to help me put up these posters." from seemingly nowhere, you wrench out a stack of crisp thick sheets--all with "REWARD: 5000 MORA. LOST CAT!" printed on them in big, alarming letters. she takes one, her brow furrowing.

"is your cat... lost?" she asks, glancing up at you.

you nod, sighing. "he's been gone since this morning. he's not an outdoor cat, you see. he's just so clingy, and it's not like him to be like this...." you trail off, clearing your throat. "you don't have to help me look for him, but could you please help me put up these posters?"

lynette shifts from foot to foot. she's got loads of work to do with lyney, but also... you're looking at her so plaintively, concern written so clearly in your eyes, that, she feels, to say no would be similar to murdering an animal. a baby animal.

"fine," she huffs, and you grab her hand. "thank you, lynette! thank you, thank you. i'll make it worthwhile, i promise!"

you let go and spin around, heading down the path, but she's frozen, her hand ice-cold and red-hot all at once. "lynette," you call over your shoulder. "are you coming?"

she shakes her head, trying to clear her feelings like cobwebs, and dashes after you.

four hours later, the sun's setting and everything is bathed in a golden glow, almost as though you're a statue. you're spent; exhaustion pools in dark circles under your normally-alight eyes. her legs ache and her fingers hurt from plastering posters on walls. "oh, my poor baguette," you complain, sitting down against a tree.

she can't stifle a chuckle. "you named your cat baguette?"

you look at her indignantly. "she's very long and very brown. it seemed fitting!"

this strikes lynette as the funniest thing she's ever heard, and she laughs until tears run down her face. her ribs ache and her stomach aches, but it's worth it for the look of bemused adoration on your face.

something brushes against her leg and she jumps, shrieking. your grin stretches ear-to-ear, literally, and you dive for the barrel she's sitting on. "baguette!" you yelp, cradling the cat in your arms. "oh, my gosh, baguette!"

the sun vanishes behind the clouds, and they glow from the inside. almost like you, she thinks. it's a picture-perfect scene, an indignant baguette pinned between you and her, one of your arms wrapped around her shoulders as you kiss her cheek. she never wants to leave.

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Yan!Zhongli X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion. Includes: Implied kidnapping, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

Setting: You were just passing by Liyue and wanted to try out a restaurant that you heard great things about but got kind of lost so you asked a gentleman with a mature presence and beautiful golden eyes for directions.

(This is dedicated to a good friend of mine, I hope you like it buddy!)

You knew that it was a mistake, now look at where you are. Why did this happen, why was it you? It was ridiculous– thoughts were interrupted when the seal to the cave let up followed by the entrance of a tall man with formal brown attire appeared before you again. Golden eyes peered at you with a glint of obsession. “Please, let me out of here,” you quietly pleaded to him. “My love, why do you want to leave so desperately? Don’t you know that it’s safer here?” You broke out into a sob, how long has it been since you were kept here in his lair surrounded by glittering gold masking the prison that was now your home. You crawled over and grabbed onto him, “I’ll be good, I promise!” He bent down and patted your head lovingly, “how can I trust you after what happened last time?”

Last time when he still let you out for dates with him you had excused yourself to the bathroom and managed to crawl out a window. You didn’t get far though because it seemed like he knew exactly where you were going and waited for you outside the city borders. He didn’t look angry, but arguably his silence was more terrifying.

You should have never stopped to ask for directions from him that day, you spent everyday after that regretting everything. How could you have known? Your mouth was dry and you were parched from crying so often. Zhongli picked you up and carried you over to the bed cooing at you the entire time. “There, there, darling. You need to rest, let me get you some water.” After he put you down he gave your form one last glance before leaving to get you water. You laid there staring at the ceiling, your eyes were open but so empty. He smiled, it took some time but it’s finally done. You’re his perfect little doll now, forever.

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Your "Genshin man love languages" is making me all fuzzy and warm inside and I'm kicking my feet in the air and and giggling and trying to act normal I swear-

If you feel like doing more, would you mind doing it for Zhongli as well? And whoever else you feel like throwing into the mix? Thanks for making my day better, hope you have a good one yourself!!!

AAAHHH!!!! It makes me SO happy to hear you enjoyed it!!! Literally nothing makes me feel as good as hearing my work made your day better. I’ll cry ♡

Genshin Men and Their Love Languages Part 2!

If you haven’t seen part one with Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, and Thoma, go ahead and take a look! Read and see what your sweetheart partners do to make you feel loved ♡

Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer x gn!reader II romance, fluff!!

Notes: Xiao’s is really long but I just couldn’t help it!! I need the Xiao stans to rise up cause I don’t know anyone else who likes him :(

No one in Liyue Harbor is new to the sight of the refined and composed Zhongli walking arm in arm with his pretty little lover—he totes you along everywhere, the koi pools, the various shops in the square, the boat docks. You two take multiple daily walks together; one in the morning, one (or two) in the afternoon, and one at night. This routine of yours was Zhongli’s idea—“My dear, every moment I spend with you is a blessing.” he said, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his lips to place a soft, purposeful kiss to your knuckles, “If you’d allow it, it would be the most gracious gift for you to join me on a few strolls throughout the day. So that I may be selfish and have more of you.”. This, of course, exemplifies his love language of quality time. You’d think Zhongli, who has lived though so many moments, experienced so much time, would no longer see the value in the seconds of a ticking clock. He’s had thousands of years to experience anything he wanted, a mere ten minute walk is a speck of dust in the utter expanse of his lifetime. But a ten minute walk by your side? He would give absolutely anything to experience it; mora, hours of labor, his right hand, anything. And he has the privilege of it every day for free. All because you’re gracious enough to bless him with your love—he feels like the luckiest man to ever traverse the plain. Every moment with you is truly precious to him; every word uttered from your mouth, every touch to his arm or shoulder or face, even every sip you take from the tea he brewed for you—just watching you enjoy the treat during your teatime fulfills him like nothing else ever has. Your existence may be one one-millionth of his lifetime, but every second you exist in the world is a second Zhongli desperately holds to his heart. You brighten his entire life, you are a glimmer of starlight in miles upon miles of the dark volume of the sky. He will treasure you for absolutely every moment he gets to.

Xiao is, respectfully, an idiot when it comes to expressing affection. He’s new to physical touch, so he rarely reaches for you, uncomfortable with the new feeling and worried about hurting you or drawing your anger somehow. The most you’ll get out of him, on a good day, is maybe sitting between his legs during a cold night. And I mean cold. You’d better be shivering. You might even be able to coerce him to wrap his arms around you if you really play up how cold you are. He also isn’t sure exactly what gifts humans like—he’ll regularly bring you qingxins because you expressed your favor for him, but other than that, he’s pretty lost. Like a bird, any shiny or colorful thing he finds while he makes his rounds around Liyue, he’ll bring back for you. You have a collection of various colored feathers, buttons, even some crystals! He’s also just horrible at expressing his feelings though words. He’s not used to feeling these things for another person, so how the hell is he supposed to convey their meaning when he can’t even interpret it? And he really doesn’t have a lot of time for dates and dinners when he’s busy protecting Liyue most of his days and nights. Of course, he’ll set aside some time for you—he can’t ever stay away from you for long, and if you call his name he’ll be at your side in a second, but it’s not really the surefire way for him to assert how he feels about you. That leaves only one more love language, one he is actually proficient at, rather than just trying his best. Acts of service. He has spent his entire life in service to Liyue, and now that you’ve entered his life and become something just as precious to him, he’ll do absolutely anything and everything for you. Especially when it comes to your protection. He personally escorts you anywhere you need to go; to work (though he doesn’t understand why you must put yourself through labor?), to the market (though the crowds make him nervous, it panics him much more so to think of you bearing a sea of potential predators alone), on your walks through the beautiful groves and mountains of Liyue, anywhere you’d otherwise be alone. If he can’t be with you during these times, he entrusts you to Morax and only Morax. Though he hates asking the archon he serves (or used to serve…) such a favor, he’ll do it in a heartbeat if it ensures your safety. You don’t mind it either, Zhongli is a wonderful companion. If there’s anything you need, Xiao does not hesitate to fetch it for you. You need to go to the market for eggs? No need, without you even asking he’s brought back at least twenty from the roof of Wangshu in. You need Cor Lapis but have trouble mining it yourself? Consider it done. And don’t even get me started on if you need assistance in a fight—you’ve never even seen an enemy because no matter where you go, Xiao was already a mile ahead of you, taking out any camp or gang of unsavory characters.

Not only does he ensure you’re safety while you’re outside in broad daylight, but he watches over you every night while you sleep without fail—he never wants to leave your side when you’re in such a vulnerable position. If you play your cards right, you can even get him to cuddle with you, despite his reservations about how being under the covers will delay the time it takes for him to grab his weapon, should danger find its way into the room. “Isn’t it more prudent for your arms to be around me, that way your body is shielding me from any outside threat?” you say, such a cute pleading look on your face. He can’t argue with that one, so you get your way—having substantial cuddle time with your lover. In this way, acts of service enables physical touch! Oh how he’s such a fool for you. And, though he’ll never admit it…he loves the way holding you feels. You’re warm—like his own personal sun, and you smell so wonderful—he unconsciously buries his face in your hair or your neck, just to get a little bit more of your sweet scent. And…you’re so soft; he loves the way his hands feel pressed against your torso or gently rubbing up and down your arm. You hands too…they’re so soft and delicate, he finds himself holding and massaging them after you’ve long fallen asleep. There is no limit when it comes to what Xiao will do to keep you safe and happy, you come first to anything—you have his heart, and with it, you have him. Absolutely all of him.

Wanderer, like Xiao, has absolutely no experience in the romance department, let alone the intimate relationship department at all. His friend group consists of exclusively Nahida and the Aranara. And Nahida can read his thoughts (if he lets her). So there’s not a lot of expressing his affection for others that goes on in his life. Now you’re his…lover? His…confidant? His…absolute only person he will ever give his heart to and it’s a miracle you even got it but now that you have it he has no idea what to do but he loves you so deeply that it makes his soul ache? Yeah that’s about right. He tries to express how he feels through words, but they come out wrong, and he usually masks them with a taunting remark. He tries to be physically affectionate, but he’s so terrified of rejection, he can only bring himself to hover-hand your shoulder at most. The physical affection responsibility falls to you and you alone. So it’s up to you to give him hugs and kisses and all of the relationshipy things! He acts like he doesn’t love it, but the redness of his cheeks betrays him. His favorite is when you get really excited about something, and you suddenly grab him and mash his cheek against yours in a hug around the shoulders—bouncing and planting a kiss on his face. He goes completely silent and complacent, red in the face as he softly reaches to hug around your waist and hold you as you squeal and celebrate. He feels weird doing acts of service for you; it’s not that he doesn’t want to. If you ask him, he’ll do anything for you in a heartbeat (though he may complain). But he’s scared to do something without you explicitly telling him to—worried he’ll mess up and draw your anger or resentment. He won’t admit it, but he does enjoy your company, though he’s nervous to ask it of you. Anytime you spend by his side is a remedy for his lonely soul—engaging in idle conversation or walking the forest together, he’ll take absolutely all of it, though he may lie and say you bug him. Though if you try to leave, he’ll physically get in your way with a “but now that you’ve already spoiled my afternoon, you might as well stay.”. The love language he is most comfortable expressing, the one that leaves the least amount of fear in his chest at the notion of being rejected, is surprisingly, gift-giving! Any little trinket that makes him think of you is collected in a heartbeat. He’ll pick flowers, fruits, even leaves if it might be even be remotely enjoyable to you. He knows you love Zaytun peaches, so nearly every time you two go on a date or otherwise meet up, he’s brought you a crateful of them. He always has to help you carry them to your house, which is a sneaky way to get to spend more time with you! He always excuses it away with “I just picked too many for myself while I was out.” Sure. Remind me, didn’t you say you loathed anything sweet? Oh, you don’t? Right. When he finds himself in the marketplace, any hair pin, bracelet, necklace or fabric he thinks will look pretty on you, he’ll purchase with a pout on his face and a bashful look away from the cashier. He just can’t resist the desire to see you wearing something so beautiful…something that frames your natural beauty…something that came from him. When you do wear something he gave you, he can barely stand to look at you for more than a few moments, nervous you’ll hear his artificial heart thundering in his chest. Though, when you’re distracted, he can’t help but stare at you with the most puppy-eyed, loving gaze…you really are so lovely. Wearing something he picked for you makes him feel like your his—like you’re pridefully adorning a mark that tells the world you belong to him. You make him finally feel secure that someone loves him…that someone is proud to be with him and feels grateful for him. You’re a grounding force in the complicated labyrinth that has been his life. You represent new hope for him…hope for stability and love that lasts.

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