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Hello~! If requests are open, may I request a zhongli x reader fic or drabble? Perhaps something soft with a clingy half-dragon Zhongli! I absolutely love how you characterize him~! Just something soft and fluffy!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

thank you for the request anon! here it is <3

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you, clever as always (are still dreaming)

zhongli x gn! reader

- drabble; 780 words - fluff & cuddles - slight hurt/comfort - part-dragon zhongli

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a quiet sound from across the room awakens you from your reverie. what could it be..?

[snuggles w/ half-dragon zhongli] 

title from r sound design - flos.

requested by anon.

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thump—!

abruptly, the muffled sound of a thud brings you out of your work-induced haze, pen pausing above a paper filled with ink-scrawled answers and candid proposals. with a confused mind, you set the elegant pen down (a gift from zhongli on one of your outings; it was a surprise in itself, seeing that he had remembered to bring mora at all), straightening the mundane documents and glancing first at the clock, then in the near vicinity of the sound. you’ve done enough work for today. the rest will be manageable tomorrow. 

that leaves you to focus on right now — there’s only one thing that could make a disturbance this late at night, but why..? hurriedly, you make your way over to the bed, fingers flicking against each other in worry. 

..ah.

to the expectations of your concerned premonitions, buried in the weighty layers of your blankets lays a little less than human zhongli, golden horns sprouting out of normally smoothed hair and faint brown scales speckling the face pressed against soft bedding. in the throes of a fitful sleep, zhongli shuffles restlessly, hair thrown about in a wild mess and tail splayed ruggedly across the mattress. 

“love?”

a chuffle is all you get in return to your inquiry, of which really doesn’t give you much to work with. zhongli’s heavy tail thumps irritatedly against the bedspread, as if matching the creased marks of his furrowed brows in unconsciousness. 

well, at least you know now what the thump from earlier was.

carefully from where you’re perched on the edge of the bed, you lean over his lax form and unhook a glowing horn from the clutches of a crumpled sheet. the pillow is damp when you make to shift it. the corners of your eyes droop in understanding. 

bad dream...?

unhesitatingly, you slide under the warm sheets and tuck his slightly trembling form into your chest. one hand cards into the hair between his horns, the other stroking blurry shapes into the nape of his neck. unconsciously, zhongli moves closer into your embrace, snuffling at the drifts of skin uncovered by cloth and mouthing at its warmth. 

you close your eyes and hug him tighter. 

(may your well-wishes follow him into his dreams.)

“...li..”

“..zhong..”

“..zhongli...”

“mn....”

blearily, zhongli blinks his eyes open to the gentle weight of your hand on his head. your eyes are closed, in the midst of a peaceful sleep, but your fingers continue to minutely twitch against his scalp, as if still in the soothing motions of combing through the locks of his hair. 

he turns his face to the murmur of your sleep talk, content in only listening to the way you mumble even just his name so endearingly, whether conscious or not. in return to your calls, zhongli snuggles into the crook of your neck, nuzzling under the loose line of your jaw. his tail wraps around your thigh, tufted tip curling soft ‘round the inside of your ankle and pulling you closer to the warmth under the comforter. 

zhongli’s hands slip into your own, palms interlocked and fingers intertwined, tracing patterns into your skin. deftly, the symbol for heart; he leans closer, can count the eyelashes fanning the tops of your cheeks. wondrously, the symbol for sweet; his thumb brushes over the back of your hand, rubbing circles over its expanse and smoothing over the softened ridges of curved knuckles. gently, the symbol for love; he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another, and another, trailing from the dip of your pursed lips to the curve of your neck, then down to the edges of your collarbones. 

from somewhere at the back of his mind, he can faintly remember an old memory resurfacing in the thick of his dream-addled sleep; now though, with you by his side and tucked into his presence, like wispy clouds melded into a pale blue sky, the bad reminiscences are but a hazy remembrance, only to be looked upon as a past event that’s scarred over — that will forever be etched into memory, but has already been healed. 

he is all too grateful for it. 

(grateful for you.)

rhythmically, the clock ticks, mimicking the tell of a rising sun that’s soon to come. of course, that’s only soon to come. tick tock. tick tock. zhongli smiles into your skin and tugs you closer, arms taking care to wrap you in a snug embrace that won’t accidentally cause you to wake up. the curtains flutter with the breeze that flows in from the partially opened window. 

for now though, he can keep you to himself for a little longer. 

just a little longer.

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“there we go sweetheart. all wrapped and prettied up now, isn’t it?”

with a flourish of skilled fingers, thoma finishes knotting the simply tied ribbon, smooth silk bound around a slim black box. glittering gold waves decorate the lacquered wooden lid hiding an array of masterfully crafted wagashi, a fitting gift for the shirasagi himegimi’s day of birth.

setting down the enchanting assortment of sweets, thoma gently takes your hands in his, broad calloused palms encompassing yours and rough thumbs smoothing over your skin. faint marks litter your fingers, there to show what is left of your (rather unskilled, to say the least) attempts at elegantly wrapping the gift. thoma had finally assisted you with it after watching the countless failed attempts you’d made to fasten the ribbon.

with a hesitant feel that tells you he hasn’t done this often, thoma tentatively takes each and every one of your fingers with his own, one at a time, kissing gently at the fading nicks fanning across your skin. soft lips brush over the crooks of your fingers and the tops of your knuckles, as if by pressing his affections into your skin and laughter into your life, he could wash away the unimportant marks. his eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheekbones as he does so and you can’t help but stare.

(as if he wasn’t more than enough for more than just the marks flecking your skin.)

thoma laughs as he finishes his little care session, bringing his pursed mouth away from your hands and up to meet your gaze as he chuckles care-freely. his cheek smushes against your wrist, head tilted and lips drawn into a wide grin. his headband droops loosely from under ruffled locks of hair.

there’s a look in his eyes you can’t exactly decipher; it’s not dissimilar to his usual teasing look though not exactly alike, and well—

it just looks an awful lot like unadulterated love.

“next time, ask me sooner alright? these hands are just as much an important part of you as anything else; don’t go hurting ‘em on me!”

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SARAH MY LOVE!!!! congrats on 200, you deserve this and so much more!!! could i request for xiao, college au and “it’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?” please? if you have too many, don't worry about my req!!! ilysm and all the best for the future for your blog <3

pairing xiao x reader

prompt "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?" + college au

warnings nightmares, insomnia

your eyes flew open to be greeted by a mouthful of blankets, your sheets crumpled and pillows strewn all over the floor. sweat plastered tufts of hair to your forehead, and the piercing sliver of artificial light seeping through the crack in the door sent a wave of throbbing pain to your temples.

but aside from that, your room was engulfed in pitch-black. that was the only way you could even fall asleep in a reasonable time frame- reasonable being a couple hours at best, sometimes even more. so this nightmare didn't surprise you in the least; you experienced them every single night without fail, yet every horrendous dream still seemed to shake you to the core. the digital clock besides you blinked an ominous orange. 3:02 am. in your head, you calculated the number of hours of sleep you'd get before you had to wake up early the next morning for an exam. you let out a soft groan as you realised attempting to sleep now would give you close to none, considering the additional hours it would take for you to fall asleep due to the vivid images still flashing in front of your eyes every time you blinked.

a wave of goosebumps passed over your skin, and suddenly your feverish forehead felt like it had been plunged into a bucket of ice before being thrown into a pit of hot coals a few moments later. beads of sweat rolled down your forehead once again, and you couldn't be bothered to wipe them away.

padding carefully towards the door, you tried your best to avoid kicking down furniture or crashing into any objects despite the dizzying haze in your mind. turning the doorknob quietly as to not wake xiao, you shuffled into the little kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water.

unfortunately, you underestimated the weak state of your muscles and how much you were trembling; the full glass dropped to the floor with a loud crack, followed by the echoing sound of shattering and the sloshing of water around your feet.

"...y/n?"

before you could scream or cry, xiao's low, sleep-deprived voice was behind you, and you squeaked a bit as he grasped your arms to pull you away from the shards of broken glass. he tilted your face towards him, forcing your shameful gaze to lock with his own. maybe it was because you were trembling so much, maybe it was because you'd dropped the glass, or maybe you were just hallucinating, but xiao's features were so soft, his gaze tender, even in the harsh artificial lights.

"why are you out here? it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

his eyes flicked to your feet to check for any injuries before returning to your face, just in time to catch you burst into wordless tears. xiao's eyes widened in surprise before quickly placing his palm on your back, letting your head rest on his chest. he was a little stiff to say the least, his heartbeat arguably as fast as yours, but his warmth and constant presence was all you needed to cling onto in the moment.

through sniffles, you stared up at xiao longingly through glassy eyes. "i'm sorry... i woke you up and made a mess too... i'll clean it up right-"

before you could finish your sentence or begin sobbing even more, xiao picked you up and was carrying you to his room.

"h-huh? xiao? but that's not my room! and what about the glass?"

"you have an exam tomorrow, right?"

"y-yeah, but-"

"sleep now. i'll be here when you wake up."

xiao let you down, the bed shifting under both of your weights as he perched cross-legged beside you. his hand absentmindedly found itself brushing through your hair as he watched you slowly snuggle into the blankets.

"aren't you going to sleep, too?"

you swore you could see him flush an adorable pink before regaining his composure. sighing, xiao lay next to you, fingers still tangled in your hair, eyelashes fluttering as you breathed a kiss onto his collarbone.

it was hard not to feel at peace when his sweet scent and gentle arms encapsulated you in an embrace.

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could you write "how they react to someone pursuing you" with kazuha too? thank you <3

hi anon! of course! tysm for the first request i was so happy seeing this omg

i absolutely adore kazuha, he's so pretty and i wish i could pull for him but i'm honestly a bit broke on the wishes- not to mention how i currently have less than 1 mil mora and... uh 70 hero's wits

i'll add zhongli to this too, just so i can write "the wrath of the rock" for fun

genshin boys react to someone pursuing you 2

pairing fem!reader x kazuha, zhongli / part 1 here

genre fluff, jealousy

warnings a little possessiveness, very minor violence / threats

note i hope kazuha's personality was not too inaccurate; he's rather new and we don't have his story quest yet, so i just based this off the archon quest and then looked up his voicelines ;-;

synopsis an unwanted someone persistently continues their advances on you despite you clearly rejecting them and stating you aren't interested... let's see what these boys do >:)

kazuha

kazuha is a rather carefree spirit who does not dwell on minor troubles

he's not usually the overprotective type, as he's sparred with you before to train you, and he knows for a fact that you're strong and can protect yourself

but being a wandering samurai, he often doesn't have a sense of stability. you're the only thing that's constant. any chance of you being in harm's way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, is something he'll concern himself with

so when another member of the crux starts to take interest in you, he becomes very wary of him, even letting beidou know. she just heartily laughs and says he's cute for caring about you (he is of course. imagine his timid face telling beidou that someone else likes you, and he doesn't want you taken away from him)

doesn't tell you about his observations though. simply watches in silence to see how things will unfold

during the days, everything is fine. you barely even notice because kazuha's always by your side, even in the evenings when he recites haikus to you

but tonight you're out here before him, alone, watching the dark waves of the ocean heave and fall rhythmically

you hear footsteps approaching from behind, and they're not kazuha's. the man noisily calls out to you, attempting to sit next to you

in a state of utter confusion and annoyance because he's disturbed your peace, you just stare... that's until he asks you out on a date when you all get back to liyue

you politely decline and say you're interested in someone else, but he won't stop pestering you. you're getting more agitated by the second, but kazuha's sharp ears have heard everything from the start

"hm... don't think that i didn't see this coming."

he's waiting for the perfect time to step in

"won't even let a lady listen to the sounds of nature?"

his smooth voice calms you, but it seems to have the opposite effect on the man.

"i'm not one for violence, but don't forget, drawing my blade is always an option."

nothing about kazuha is intimidating- his ruby eyes are mellow, he's far from grabbing hilt of his katana, and his hands are simply holding yours, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your palm to help you relax. but at the same time, his striking calmness can be condescending, and even instill a chilling fear into anyone he chooses.

"i just wanted to ask her out on a date!" the man protests, gesturing once more as if he's about to grab you. but before he can do anything, kazuha's reflexes have kicked in; he's gripped your wrist and wrapped the other arm around your waist to pull you towards him, setting you softly down on the deck.

"i see you're unable to perceive when your presence is not desired."

at this, the man huffs and trudges away. kazuha then takes his usual perch on the side of the boat, his legs dangling over the side. it's silent for a few comforting moments, except for the crash of the ocean and the wind whistling past your ears.

"y/n?"

the intensity in his voice has dissipated, and there's a certain shyness in his eyes you've never seen before.

"would you be so kind as to allow me to take you out on a date when we return to liyue?"

zhongli

you will suffer the wrath of the rock

jokes aside, zhongli's not the type to get jealous or flustered easily- but he does excel in the art of smooth intimidation

despite his "mortal" life in liyue, he's still admired greatly by all people, known as the mysterious and intelligent mr. zhongli from wangsheng funeral parlor. so almost no one dares to cross him out of respect

so he's surprised when your childhood friend begins to take interest in you, despite zhongli's presence, but you're oblivious to it

"would care to you introduce this friend of yours to me, love?"

you decide to meet together for a meal. you, still unknowing of the reason why your boyfriend asked for this, simply accepted the offer

zhongli, on the other hand, feels uncharacteristically jealous. he'll put this friend in his rightful place. not with violence or threats, but just simply by being... him

when you get up to leave to go to the bathroom, you friend daringly tells zhongli that he thinks you're pretty. at this, zhongli jumps at the opportunity to announce to him, a little slyly, that you two are in a relationship

you return to meet zhongli emanating this confident satisfaction

ramps up the pda a little after this; holding your hand in public, pressing kisses to your forehead occasionally

if you ask zhongli if he's jealous, he'll reply with- "don't worry dear, i have no doubt that the love in your eyes is reserved for me and only me, is it not?"

zhongli casts his gaze upon your figure. your friend over here has just complimented you, and that's not something he can deny.

"hm... i can't disagree that y/n is beautiful, isn't she?"

he watches the shock register on your friend's face before getting all flustered. as he should.

"o-oh? you're interested in her, too? since you two seem so close, i was about to ask you w-"

"i presume it would be rather disappointing if those in a relationship did not admire each other, no?"

zhongli averts his eyes to you, now returning back to your seat. he notices your confused stare, but decides to ignore it, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. you're about to protest when he responds to your unanswered question. his eyes glow amusedly and he chuckles deeply before opening his mouth to speak.

"don't worry about it, love, i've got everything taken care of."

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「  sempiternal - eternal and unchanging.  」

 ➷  albedo ›  we are ghosts (waiting for summer)

➷  childe ›  thoughts (1)

 ➷  diluc ›  it’s a fact (that i want you in my life) ›  let’s go (to the sleeping town) ›  the less we know (the more we seek)

 ➷  jean ›  when with you (i feel new)

➷  kaeya ›  it’s a fact (that i want you in my life) ›  thoughts (1)

➷  thoma ›  thoughts (1)

 ➷  xiao ›  if i’m let go now (i’ll just fade to blue) ›  it’s a fact (that i want you in my life) ›  the less we know (the more we seek)

 ➷  zhongli ›  just you wait and see (my love) ›  i just need some coffee in the morning… ›  don’t say it’s too late (to say i need you) ›  it’s a fact (that i want you in my life) ›  i miss you (more than anything) ›  you, clever as always (are still dreaming) ›  thoughts (1) 

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Howdy! May I ask for Diluc and/or Xiao (separate) gettin caught while havin a non-sexual intimancy moment with their s/o. ugh. Thank you! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

here it is anon ! thanks for the request !

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the less we know (the more we seek)

various (diluc, xiao)

- headcanons; 1.7k words - gn!reader - fluff & cuddles - domestic bliss

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while you certainly hadn’t imagined this occurring, you can’t exactly... say you’re surprised.

[non-sexual intimacy & its uncanny(?) interruptions]

title from all the luck in the world - contrails.

requested by anon.

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❥ diluc

- it’s not often that days go by without even a fleeting kiss shared between the two of you, but it seems that this particular week has gone and done just that. 

- the moment you arrive home each evening, ragged and equally just as mentally exhausted as you look, your day’s work has you immediately going through the motions of washing up and sleeping; every night without fail, dreamless slumber washes over you the moment your head hits the pillow. 

- as a result, coupled with his other duties, your fast-paced early morning schedule, and a few unfortunately timed events, you’ve yet to even hug diluc once(!) in the past— what, five days? you haven’t even seen him that often, barely catching a glimpse of him between roaming the streets of midday mondstadt and peeking through the windows of angel’s share when the molten-fire glow of dusk greets the land.

- and well, that’s exactly why it catches you by surprise when your schedules line up for once this week, padding into the bedroom to find diluc standing by the foot of the bed, hair undone and hands going through the motions of loosening his tie. he must’ve just returned from the tavern because his bartending fit still hangs from his frame, black coat slung over a pristine white blouse. 

- he is both immaculately formal and heartwarmingly relaxed. it’s beautiful—  he is beautiful, and all you want to do is stand and soak in his presence after the hectic week you’ve both had.

- when he hugs you, formalities all but discarded, taking you into his arms and nestling his face in your hair, it’s warm and sweet and right; like holding a mug of hot apple cider between your palms, the soothing heat traveling from your fingertips to your heart, spreading from your lungs to your calves. 

- a relieved sigh escapes your parted lips, quiet and nearly unnoticeable, even in the muted tranquility of dawn winery.

this was what you needed.

(you never want to let go.)

- the way he calls your name is soft, almost demure, and when you thumb the back of his neck in return, press a kiss to the spot just under his jawline, he sinks into your embrace, unbearably fond. 

- your fingers card through his hair, tugging carefully at the knots from hours spent clearing the plains of dangers and overlooking the winery’s monthly expenses. they unravel slowly at your ministrations, unraveling back into soft, untamed locks; really though, even after all the tangles have been smoothed out, you continue running your hands through his hair. ‘a sign of affection’, you would call it. 

- diluc runs a series of slow kisses against your forehead as you lean into his touch, fleeting presses of his lips against your skin that makes a mellow tune bubble up in your chest. it hums at the love (love love) that he is showing you, giving you, letting you just take and take...

- the slow waltz of your shared comforts, hands intertwined and fingers interlocked, are abruptly interrupted by the door swinging open, its time-worn hinges squeaking with the movement (you really needed to get that replaced). the firm grasp on your hand tightens momentarily in surprise. you gently squeeze back, and it relaxes.

- “pardon the intrusion—” adelinde pauses, eyebrow raised in appraisal of the situation, then recounts her words. when you look up at diluc’s expression, still cuddled in his hold, his face is schooled into something like a placid calm; the pink tips of his ears tell a different story however, and you unconsciously rub the matching flush high on your cheeks with the back of your hand.

- “apologies,” adelinde backtracks, entirely unapologetic. “but do please come down for dinner,” she gestures pointedly at diluc, and now you can see that teasing glint of mischief in her cool expression. “—soon, sir. and of course,” she nods to you, remarkably more polite, “if you would reign him in, it’d be greatly appreciated.”

- and then she saunters out of the room, slyly closing the creaky door behind her before diluc erupts into flames of mortification. you bury your face into the crook of his neck once more. though it’s more for his sake than yours, you don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you’re also slightly embarrassed, even if the look in his eye thereafter tells you he already knows.

- adelinde gives you a mysteriously intentioned wink when you drag yourselves over to the dinner table, after having stumbled down the stairs in an affection-drunk stupor.

    ❥ xiao

- the sound of shuffling feet and rustling cloth rouses you from your sleep, hair mussed, eyelids heavy, shoulders buried under warm blankets. distant, familiar footsteps disturb the silence of especially early morning wangshu inn, stifled thumps that gradually grow nearer from down the hall. with a lifting heart, you push yourself up from soft sheets and toe on your slippers. 

- a darkened sky is still upon you, you note when you glimpse out the window, which means there’s only one person who’d arrive this late (early?) to the infamous top floor. the muffled footsteps grow increasingly distinct as they near, trailing to a stop when they arrive at their destination. the door swings open.

- xiao hovers almost awkwardly by the entrance, fidgeting where he stands in clear hesitation. a stray streak of dust from lengthy traveling clings to his cheek, visible even from where you sit on the edge of the bedspread, and you beckon him closer, a clean towel already in hand. 

“c’mere love,” you murmur, eyes lowered and gaze soft. 

“i won’t bite.” i won’t ask.

- xiao lingers for only a moment more before trailing forward, mask hung back on his hip and spear dissolving into particles once more. at the curling of your fingers waving at him to come even nearer, he leans down, closing his eyes as you wipe the smudge away with damp cloth and careful hands. xiao trembles slightly at the sensation as you work, eyelids twitching and lashes shifting minutely in a fan against his skin. 

- with a teasing nudge to his cheek, one that has his eyes fluttering open in surprise, you set the towel down on the end table and reach over to turn on the lamp. dim light fills the otherwise rather dark room, early-dawn rays not due for another couple of hours. in the fuzzy glow of the filtered light, you can finally see the entirety of xiao’s features, sharp edges and tired curves softened by the illumination of the lamp. 

- “well?” you remark when xiao shows no sign of movement whatsoever. he startles, as if waking from a daze where he was only staring into empty space, turning to where you’ve situated yourself farther up the bedspread. at his confusion, you slump against the cushions a little in understanding, opening your arms to reach for him. 

- when he moves forward, settling onto the plush covers as well, you pull him closer, closer; encircling him in the mess of pillows and limbs and blankets, where it’s warm and quiet and safe. it’s safe. and maybe (just maybe), xiao’s only now realizing that, because when you pull him even closer, gazing into his foggy eyes, and ask him, “do you have anything you want to say?—”

- “i’m back,” he breathes against your lips, quiet and loose, like the tension is finally unraveling and slipping out of his form. back, he says. home, he means. anywhere with you is home. 

- if it could assuage his fears, his nervousness, you would say it back as many times as he needed to hear it, trace it across his skin endlessly until he remembered it; until he always remembered you truly meant it, each and every time you voiced it. for me, too, anywhere with you is home. 

- as if releasing his inhibitions, he comes forth again and again and again, pressing meek kisses that gradually melt into more comfortable, earnestly given ones. you meet him midway each and every time, letting the flow of awkward sentiments turn to sweet ones, drifting along the river of what could only be conveyed between the two of you taciturnly. 

- when you swipe your thumbs against the rise of his cheeks, cradle his face in your palms and hold his heart in your mind, if you feel the telling sensation of tears trailing over his jaw and falling onto the sheets, you say nothing and gently kiss them away. you’re here. (a kiss.) i’m here. (another one.) i won’t leave. (ever.)

- you’re tracing circles on the skin of his back (”it’s soothing,” he admitted once before; you’d remembered to do it often since then.), humming a little tune to lull him to a dreamless sleep when the door drags open once more. startled, you shift a little, accidentally prodding a drowsy xiao back into wakefulness. he mumbles something incoherent, likely some form of a subtly petulant protest, then stiffens when he hears the voice of your visitor. 

- “xiao,” verr goldet begins, ignoring the way he flares up bright red, fighting between immediately fleeing or staying in your arms. it’s ultimately a fight he loses (wins?) when he’s wordlessly coaxed into remaining with you, placated by your promise of more cuddles (though really, was there any way he was going to refuse you?). “you dropped your medicine.”

- when xiao refuses to answer, both slightly horrified and shy, you call out to her instead, asking her to set it down on the desk by the doorway. she nods acceptingly, then does just as you ask and places the porcelain bottle on the wooden tabletop, leaving just as quickly as she came (though not without gifting you an appraising glance). 

- the rest of the waking dawn is fortunately spent with xiao tucked into your embrace, and although he stays, his face remains buried in the crook of your shoulder for a lengthy amount of time afterwards, neck flushed pink.

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that last piece you did for kazuha was absolutely gorgeous!! 💘 can i pls request some mild angst for the anemo boys where their s/o pushes beyond the limits of their vision to protect him? and then maybe falls asleep for several days after because they're exhausted--but they end up ok!

thank you so much! i wasn't expecting it to be loved by so many people but i'm so glad it is- i highly approve of this anemo boy supremacy btw. sorry this took a while ehe. i made them wield a delusion that was gifted to them bc of the backfiring capabilities

using your delusion to protect them (but it backfires)

pairing: reader x xiao, kazuha, venti

genre: angst, hurt / comfort

warnings: blood, injuries

synopsis: during a fight, you're angered by the fact that your s/o is in danger- and use your delusion to protect them. this in turn takes a huge toll on your body, and you fall into deep slumber for multiple nights.

xiao

he never understands why you push yourself physically, when you could easily just call out his name for help. seems illogical to him, but he is a little more reassured that you won't die as easily as other mortals

one day xiao gets a little too exhausted by his injuries, you don't expect a huge lawachurl to come roaring at you down the path to wangshu inn

your first instinct is to scowl. how bothersome, a monster just having to interrupt especially when xiao is weak. but no matter, you had to protect him

when you wrench your wrist out of his grip, xiao yells back at you that he'll handle it, he doesn't need you to get involved. he's an adeptus, he can push through his injuries a little longer i mean this guy's been in the archon war ok

but he's a little weaker due to his injuries, so when you shove him back into the bushes he doesn't resist

you're handling the situation just fine until the lawachurl takes a huge unexpected leap and the impact sends you flying backwards. you knew activating your delusion was only meant to be for emergencies, but your impulsiveness got the best of you

honestly, xiao wasn't expecting it either, so by the time he saw the power emanating from you it was too late; even though he tried to lunge forward to stop you, you'd already beheaded the creature and sent anything else in the vicinity to hell

xiao reached you in time for your body to crumple into his arms, your head slumping to his chest with blood soaking into his shirt

"stupid mortal." he'll scold you but in reality he's trying not to panic

you smile weakly at him as he carefully wipes the blood seeping from the slash on your left cheek, ripping a section of cloth off his shirt to press to it before lifting you up and slinging you over his shoulder

he teleports you back to wangshu inn, and that's when he realises you've been silent this entire time, that you'd fallen asleep

xiao waits by your bedside all day and night, guarding you in your slumber, but grows worried when you don't wake up the next morning, when you don't react to his usual ways of stirring you... for multiple days too

xiao stares at your sleeping form, the slow, regular rise and fall of your chest the sole focus of his mind. as long as you are alive, he will force himself to be content.

a lamp flickers gently on the bedside table, softly illuminating the curves of your face that he adores so much. his fingers clutch your hand tightly, thumb stroking the center of your palm in an attempt to relieve his worries.

his duty calls, and the demons in his head are screaming at him- for abandoning his work, for breaking his contract with rex lapis. he'd been kneeling next to your bed for three nights, letting the monsters run wild. but in a silent prayer to morax, xiao begs for forgiveness, for he is protecting the one he most loves.

the sky outside is slowly brightening, traces of golden coating the clouds in dawn light. xiao sighs heavily; yet another morning is approaching, and you are still asleep. he wonders if you'll ever wake up.

xiao regrets that the last thing you heard was his scolding. it was his fault, his fault that he couldn't face the truth of his emotions, his fault that he wouldn't admit to his fear of losing you, of watching you wither away right in front of his eyes.

"xiao...?"

his eyes widen at your meek voice calling out his name, his fingers suddenly flying to your cheeks. he brushed the hair from your face ever so gently so he could see those beautiful eyes that had been closed for what felt like forever to him, a yaksha that had been alive for hundreds of thousands of years. in his mind, you're still made of porcelain, a precious mortal that he cannot help but love.

and when you smiled, the whole world disappeared.

"thank you, y/n."

~

kazuha

kazuha admires you, including the fact that you're stronger than most other people he's met. you can even beat him in your sparring sessions sometimes and he finds that very attractive

he puts a lot of trust in you and your abilities, so he won't tell you to hold back if you're both in a battle, settling for words of encouragement instead

but one thing he wants to teach you is patience. he notices how easily you get riled up, letting your emotions get the best of you, and he's always softly reprimanding you for being reckless

and oh how he wishes you'd listen to him more often

you'd both been assigned to clear out an abyss-controlled camp, and it was going pretty well until a ruin guard showed up, and it's missiles were aimed straight for your beloved kazuha

this awakened the rage inside of you. you wouldn't allow him to get hurt

kazuha didn't even have time to blink or restrain you before you'd stepped in between, letting the powers of your delusion burst forth, the intensity of interrupting the attacks taking a toll on your body

you'd collapsed backwards onto the ground with a grunt, eyes fluttering shut and your breathing laboured. kazuha stares at you in awe and shock before quickly reminding himself to finish off the monster

he kneels down to observe you. you had no blood on your body, just a few bruises from landing so hard on the ground. you were still breathing, your pulse was normal, yes... just a little bit fast

"you've got to be more prudent, my dear y/n..."

sighing, he picks you up bridal-style, his eyes never leaving your surprisingly peaceful face on the way back to the inn you were staying at in liyue harbor

kazuha tucks you into bed gently, boiling a pot of tea and placing your favourite flowers by your bedside for when you wake up

he's a very tolerant soul, so he doesn't bother you, even when you don't wake up for multiple days in a row. as long as you're alive and breathing, he's not going to let his concern overrun his mind

the first thing you feel when you wake up is pain. not like an injury, but your entire body aches of exhaustion, and you can barely remember what had gotten you here. what time was it? where were you? how did you get here?

where's kazuha?

letting out a little grunt, you try to roll over onto your side. your vision is a little cloudy, but you can make out a figure entering the bedroom doorway to your right.

"y/n? dear?"

you blink a few times, and suddenly that voice registers in your mind and all you can do is stare up into his ruby eyes, and it seems that that's all he can manage to do as well.

"...what happened?" you feel the panic rising inside of you, along with the ache in your bones. why is kazuha carrying a tray of food? why are you in bed? why does he have that expression on his face?

"you've slept for about three days, y/n. your delusion." he sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

"oh." your face falls into a crestfallen look. "s-sorry..."

"please don't apologise," kazuha quickly shushes you with a soft smile. he then bends down to reach for the cup of tea, placing it to your lips. "you should probably have a drink, dear."

~

venti

being the characteristically carefree bard he is, venti always likes to stand back and enjoy the show when you're fighting. knowing how strong you are, you can practically one shot any hilichurl in mondstadt

so he doesn't often worry about you exerting yourself too much, but he still cheers you on from the side, providing some wind currents for you if you'd like

but he always supports you no matter what, his sweet voice ringing in your ears

you're beating up some hilichurls and some hydro abyss mages together when one mage catches venti off guard and traps him in a bubble near the edge of a cliff

you immediately abandon the mitachurl's shield you were working on to catch venti as the bubble was about to pop and fall off the cliff. you were angry that he'd been so close to falling down such a long drop- he was the anemo archon, but you knew how careless he could be sometimes, who knows what would've happened

he's about to thank you when you unleash your delusion, eyes shining with determination, a large explosion occurring which propels all the enemies backwards, disintegrating them into dust; but it also propels you backwards, and a little too far

the whole thing backfires and with zero energy left inside of you, you feel your body being flung into the air, off the side of a cliff, the world spinning in circles in front of your eyes. you can barely scream or shout, a haze overcoming your mind

you're pretty sure you're about to die until within the fog in your brain you can feel a swift breeze surround your limbs, and you feel like you're levitating

venti's reflexes are faster than you think- he immediately lets the wind guide your body up, up into the sky where he can reach you, his gentle arms catching you as he lands softly on the ground

he's a little taken aback when he sees your calm expression- are you sleeping? he was expecting you to be crying in pain or at least a little agitated, but you're simply... silent, which rouses his worries

carrying you back to mondstadt, he lets you sleep to the pleasant sound of the lyre accompanied with his voice which lulled you in and out of consciousness for multiple days

"hehe, y/n, you didn't have to protect me like that, you know."

he knows you can't hear him, but he hopes his voices reaches you, maybe even in his dreams. there's a wistful yet contented smile painted on venti's sweet features, his one hand on the strings of a lyre and the other resting on the side of your cheek. his eyes glow with admiration for you- your strength, your will to fight for the ones you loved.

how lucky he was to have you as a lover.

it had been two nights since you'd used your delusion. and there was not an hour where he was not by your side, ensuring that his music was keeping the nightmares away from your slumbering mind. he didn't pay visits to the tavern, he didn't go to the bar for a drink, he didn't perform a song or two in front of the favonius church. even master diluc had noticed his absence.

after all you'd done for him, you deserved much more than what he could ever give you.

and he hoped that with the next sunrise, you'd finally wake up and he could see those bright eyes of yours once again.

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Do you write for Kazuha?

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Hello! I absolutely love your writing!! Its so soft AAAA!!

I was wondering if I could request a zhongli x reader?

I'm unsure if you write angst, but if you do:

Perhaps having an argument with zhongli wherein he accidentally says something mean to s/o and when he tries to apologize, his s/o flinches? Hurt-comfort!

If you don't write angst, then maybe soft moments with dragon zhongli? Maybe half dragon zhongli+jealousy JFJFJF maybe he turns into his half dragon form at home and clings onto the reader? 🥺👉👈

Please be sure to take breaks AAA!! I LOOK FORWARD TO READING MORE OF YOUR WORK!

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Hi! I'm unsure if requests are open (I'm still rather new to Tumblr!!) So feel free to delete this request if they arent!!

Maybe a fluff thing with jealous Zhongli? Nfjfjvjfj I think it'd be cute aaaaa!!

hey anon ! yup, requests are open, so here it is ! here’s my spin on jealous zhongli, though it was really hard to try and characterize that; maybe i think of him as too much of just a rock hehe // modern day liyue and zhongli pov as a twist (this got left in drafts for the longest time…), hope you enjoy !

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i miss you (more than anything)

zhongli x gn!reader

- scenario; 2.4k words - modern!au - fluff - jealousy

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zhongli isn’t one for jealousy— usually.

title from mitski - francis forever.

requested by anon.

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“an excellent choice, sir.”

again with the nicknames... 

slender fingers pick up a considerably stylized box, the smooth white a stark contrast to dark, glove-adorned palms. zhongli turns the box over in his hands, inspecting the various fine print explanations splayed along the edges of the plastic. now this is...

BANG!

clink. 

zhongli barely stifles a flinch at the sound of the door slamming, hinges squeaking and metal lock clicking into place with a whirlwind of motion. amber eyes flick up to the doorway, then back down to the polished counter.

five minutes late.

he sets the ice cube he’s handling into a wine glass after a brief pause, beginning to fashion up a flute of apple cider vinegar. the pattering of lively footsteps against tiled flooring rapidly grows nearer, clattering to a halt directly across the bar from where he stands. 

“hey there, mister zhongli! looking just about as boring as ever!”

hu tao plops into the cushioned chair, swiveling back and forth on the seat and leaning forward to watch him pour the concoction.

(it’s designated for customers of course— though that’s only usually. she happens to claim, to his exasperation, that she has “owner privileges”; whatever that could possibly mean when the place itself is meant to serve the needs of customers: that would include the spacing and chairs they may potentially desire when they enter the premises. unfortunately, he’s given up on understanding on her whims.)

from his position across the counter, zhongli absentmindedly spies the edge of a bright-red butterfly wing from underneath her outfit’s loose, flowing sleeves, the simple pendant string looped twice around her wrist. 

swallowtail. 

it’s the name (”like the butterfly, zhongli! the butterfly!”) of the establishment he’s currently employed at and is “run” by the granddaughter of a distant relative (though the bar is legally owned by said relative’s family). due to his— well, rather particular (per say) spending habits and a lack of mindfulness regarding the matter of what they liked to call savings (why would there be a need for these “savings”? he’d like to protest he’s traversed life well enough without them), he’d been pushed into putting the multitude of experience from past jobs into this one. 

and well, here he is now. 

chop. chop. 

two evenly-sliced apple slices tip over from against the blade of the knife and onto the wooden cutting board. fetching a sprig of mint from the small potted plant just below the rack of knives (growing lights and shelving did wonders in the spontaneous lighting of the nightclub), zhongli finished decorating the non-alcoholic drink of choice for the pseudo-proprietress. who knew what havoc she’d cheerfully throw herself into, archons forbid, if it were liquor. she’s already enough of a handful as it is. 

he sighs in resignation and slides the beverage over. the ice tinkles in the glass confines. he does have a favor to ask today after all. hu tao gives the drink a sniff, then puffs her cheeks in mock anger. 

“no alcohol? booooo, you’re such a rock.”

she takes a generous sip anyway. 

“so, what did you call me here for? not very zhongli-like for you to ask something of lil’ ol’ me. archons, have you been replaced?” 

she squints at him judgingly, then raises an eyebrow when he hesitates to answer.

“doesn’t look that way, old man.”

zhongli can feel the beginnings of a headache forming between his brows. he waves his hand dismissingly as if flicking away her babbling nonsense. 

“i have a favor to ask of you.”

“oh-ho?”

hu tao smirks playfully and pushes the half-finished drink aside, craning her neck forward. 

“what can i do for our esteemed mister zhongli, hm? hehe.”

zhongli clenches his fist under the edge of the woodwork in an effort to calm his raging annoyance. 

(it doesn’t help.)

he should just ask, shouldn’t he..?

“..i’ve been pondering this for a number of days now, but nothing quite appropriate for the occasion has happened to come to mind... do you happen to have any gift ideas for...”

he looks to the side to avoid eye contact and trails off, but hu tao immediately gets the memo. 

“ohhh..” her smile only grows wider, “this is for your daaaate—”

zhongli’s face flushes the slightest tinge of rosy pink and he hisses a sharp “shush!” through gritted teeth. and here he had thought she couldn’t get on his nerves beyond how she’d already acted thus far... 

the cheshire grin on her face still continues to climb. 

“well, you’ve definitely asked the right person! how about...”

some new polaroid film? is what she had proposed.

“it’s not some fancy-schmancy anniversary gift, no? just a date! a date! don’t worry yourself so much over it— no, don’t look at me like that. if you called me over to ask about it, you’re deeeefinitely losing hair over this— okay, okay, i got it! don’t kick me out! old man... sheesh. why don’t you get some more polaroid film and wrap it up all nice? useful and an excuse to take more pictures together! i know, i know, i’m a genius— mmph!”

he can still hear her voice bouncing around in his head (”can’t believe you’re getting rid of your boss, mister zhongli! didn’t take you for the rebellious type—”). zhongli brings his hand up to his temple and breathes out another sigh. it’s not like her idea was a terrible one; if anything, it were a wonderfully exquisite proposal— not that he would tell her. 

“i’d like to purchase this, if you would.”

he hands the box over to the shopkeep, who scans the package and rings up the bill. indiscreetly, he feels up the pocket of his jacket. thank the archons he remembered his wallet today. it would certainly be embarrassing to put this particular item on your tab. 

“sure thing, mister zhongli. i’m assuming this is a gift,” they eye him knowingly, “so would you like it wrapped up?” 

deja vu, his brain mutters, this is very much deja vu. he shuts it up promptly. 

“not this time, but you have my sincerest thanks for the offer. i’d like to wrap it myself.” he can feel his (generally..) expressionless face flaring up the faintest hint of pink and berates his mind once more. only when it comes to you...

acquiring the purchased item, zhongli dips his head in acknowledgement as he heads out. the plants hanging from baskets strung along the ceiling sway their leaves to and fro, nearly catching a wayward lock of his hair. he smooths the stray strand back.

“thank you once again, aether. let lumine know they can drop by for some tea again whenever they’d like for me, please.”

the bell hanging over the doorway tinkles when he pushes it open, and the bustle of the busy harbor seeps into the tranquility of the shop. aether nods and waves a hand at him in return, resting an arm on the cash register. 

“come again.”

-

while he’d imagined many ways your planned outing could play out, this was certainly not one of them. 

he’s approaching the meeting spot you two had decided on (right in front of the flowering quince tree near the park; its blooms resemble those of simpler, smaller silk flowers, and it happens to be quite the scenic location to wait) when he spies not only your stature, but another figure residing right besides you. 

who...?

as he steps closer, he can hear your laughter, the kind that he knows bubbles out of your chest and escapes your lips unconsciously. your amusement isn’t lost on your companion apparently, because they smirk teasingly, letting out a full-blown laugh of their own. 

“oh, zhongli, over here!”

your voice snaps him out of his meandering thoughts, and he stops fiddling with his earring (when did he start doing that?), continuing forward from where he’d paused in his observations of this newcomer. something starts to bloom in his chest, small and bittersweet. he’s not sure what to make of it. 

following your beckoning, zhongli finally makes his way to your side, mentally taking note of your.. friend? he doesn’t remember you mentioning anyone like this before though. surely he would remember your friends, no? 

his earring sways in the wind, white tassel fluttering cheerfully. 

“zhongli, this is my friend kaeya. i met him when i made that trip to mondstadt awhile back, remember that? oh, and kaeya, this is my boyfriend zhongli.”

(the little dragon curled up in his heart preens at your introduction of him, small and sweet.) 

ice blue meets molten gold when zhongli’s eyes dart up to make eye contact with this stranger. they squint at him, assessing, then dip into the makings of a playful twinkle. a hand reaches out for a handshake, which he returns in equal measure. interesting...

“he got a little lost touring liyue and i happened to see him here in the park. small world, huh? i know it was our day love, but do you mind if we take him around for today?”

zhongli smiles appeasingly, gentle and assuring as always. he can recognize the slightly nervous look on your face, one that’s a stark contrast to how energetic you’d looked just a few minutes ago. if kaeya’s company makes you happy and you’d like to take him around, then who is he to refuse your request? you two will have more time to spend with just the two of you later, he reasons with himself. accompanying your friend, and in turn his acquaintance, is nothing big.

(and no, it’s certainly not you calling him love that makes him cave.)

“of course we can.”

tugging at the string of his eyepatch, kaeya swiftly ties his hair back and adjusts the collar of his shirt. “so, where to first?”

zhongli takes your hand in his, squeezing softly. you squeeze back.

getting along together should come just fine.

-

he takes it back. 

he takes it all back. 

he’d accepted it at first because, well, this was your friend. he shouldn’t be controlling who you interact with nor who befriended you - that’s not up to him. it shouldn’t ever be. however—  with every passing moment that kaeya inched closer to you, taking up the entirety of your attention and bringing that bright, bright grin to your face—

(this was supposed to be your date. just the two of you. he hasn’t seen you in a month; surely he can feel a bit selfish, right?)

the three of you turn the corner to an intricately-themed restaurant and pause, where even zhongli looks appreciatively at the beautifully grown bamboo stalks lining the edges of its front walls. 

“wanmin restaurant,” kaeya reads, craning his neck up to gaze at the signboard. bold red calligraphy is sprawled across the rough-cut wood. “awfully simple name for such a stunning place, isn’t it?”

if he weren’t stewing in a pot of conflicted emotions, zhongli would surely inform him of how carefully selected this title was, how it represented more than just a name, how it hid at least several decades worth of effort and teachings— but as it is, he (really, of all people) has no patience for that at the moment. 

first tugging on the hem of your outfit, zhongli then takes you by the elbow and hastily leads you forward to the glass doors of the establishment. he grasps your hand in his as usual, but something must be off, because you twitch a little and look at him curiously. 

he turns his head away, lips pursed just the slightest.

“let us dine here for the time being. it is an appropriate time and place, after all.”

the sun shines brightly in the clear sky as if illuminating his words.

kaeya raises an eyebrow, singular eye looking on inquisitively and arms crossed, then moves further ahead of you both once more. the corner of his mouth dips in a clear show of mirth. bowing with one arm held at the waist, one not unalike a formality from a server, he looks straight into zhongli’s eyes and holds the door open for entrance. 

“that sounds like an excellent idea. well, if you would.”

-

“thanks for the tour around you two.”

kaeya hums his thanks with a cheerful lilt to his voice as you all stand under the porchlight of zhongli’s house. 

(it’s not the largest abode, but it’s cozy and sweet, and it’s definitely enough for the both of you whenever you decide to stay over. tonight is one of those nights, and they may as well become more frequent after the trip you took abroad.) 

his car keys reflect the glow of the bulb, swinging around his finger in loops. they clink noisily, metal against metal, and he grabs them all at once, halfway through another turn. in his car sits a box of treasure-themed artifacts, likely old and had found its way into your hands somehow. zhongli knows you’d been meaning to give them to someone, but he hadn’t known it were kaeya— either way, the artifacts that’d been laying on his shelves for weeks were now handed off. 

ruffling your hair, kaeya pulls you in for a brief hug; although zhongli can feel the bitter pang in his chest, he stays where he stands, keeps it still and small. he can wait. 

that said, the moment kaeya drives off, he’s hauling you into the house and curling up on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and tugging you into his arms. the long thought over gift sits patiently on the counter. it’s waited the entirety of today; it can wait another. 

right now, he needs you. 

your body sinks against his, relaxing from the lively, though exhausting, day. slumped against his chest, he burrows his head in the crook of your shoulder and cuddles you, nuzzling into your neck. finally, you’re home. home with him. 

it’s warm...

“..it was our day...”

you shift your head at his mumbling, lifting his chin to presumably look at his expression. your attention is his now. not kaeya’s. not anyone else’s. just his. 

(his eyes are soft and droopy, smudged red making them look especially mellow in the dim lighting, and lips pushed into the slightest pout. he knows what you’re seeing when you gaze at him fondly, and you can almost see the puppy eyes he sports. how unusual of him.)  

“someone’s a little jealous here, hmmm?” 

you drag out the syllables teasingly, and from lips that are pressing kisses against your skin, he responds a little muffled—

“perhaps.”

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