maverick

#1 icemav + transmav believer unnecessarily obsessed with tom cruise

[sammythedogee]

intro!

hey there!!! i’m apollo, a transmasc gay dude who has an INSANE hyperfixation on top gun + tom cruise + icemav!!

talk to me about top gun, mission impossible, genshin impact, plane shit, or legit anything tom cruise <3

i write… sometimes

[sammythedogee]

IceMav - smutfic!

TLDR: ice gives mav head after a long day + mild aftercare

AN: i’ve literally never written smut before so if u have any tips they’d be greatly appreciated

It had been a long day. Maverick’s helmet, which he had brought home for the purpose of showing Bradley, had been utterly scratched to all hell by the same kid. Mitchell couldn’t be mad, not at his nephew, but fuck was he grouchy to everyone else.

The second Iceman got home and Maverick was being bitchy, the blonde knew he had a rough day. He asked Goose, and sure enough, the helmet story fit what he assumed happened. So, Iceman immediately went to make his favorite dinner, which loosened up Maverick enough to curl into him before bed.

Ice’s hand travelled in slow, smooth rhythms up and down Mav’s back, tracing his muscles with simple circles. Maverick’s hands tangled in Iceman’s shirt, his back nearly arching into him.

Ice chuckled under his breath, “Damn, Mitchell.”

“Fuck off, Kazansky,” Maverick replied, though his heart wasn’t into it. They bantered enough normally.

There was a beat of silence. Maverick wondered if somehow he upset Iceman with his little quip, but before he could ask, Ice whispered, “You really want to say that to me, Pete? Really?”

His hands travelled lower, tracing the waistband of Maverick’s boxers through his pants. “Because I might have to take you up on that offer.”

Mitchell had always been weak for Kazansky, his breath hitching, “Ice, baby, you don’t have to…”

Cut off by the blonde’s lips on his, Maverick got his answer. The feeling of Ice’s frozen hands sliding across the smooth expanse of his ass makes him shiver.

“Are you okay with me doing this, baby?” Ice asks, his hand stilling. “If you don’t want to tonight, that’s okay-“

“Shut up, Kazansky, yes I’m okay with it. Just… continue.” Maverick’s eager words stumble over one another, immediately cutting off Ice’s questioning.

Emboldened by Maverick’s passion, Ice grins down at the brunette, his hands squeezing his ass, “Alright, sweetheart. If that’s what you want.”

Ice presses another kiss to Maverick’s lips, pushing him to lay beneath him on their bed. Kazansky’s leg slots between Mitchell’s thighs, causing a sharp gasp to escape Maverick. His hips snap forward, to which Kazansky’s free hand holds steady.

Softly laughing, Iceman responds, “Jesus, Mitchell, you weren’t kidding. Relax. I’ve got you.”

Despite Maverick’s desire to protest and make himself seem the stronger man, he knows how badly he wants Iceman, and that his attempts would be futile.

Ice finds the zipper of Maverick’s jeans with ease, slipping them off of his body. Slowly, his hands trail up Maverick’s thighs, running over the seam of his boxers. Kazansky’s lips move in tandem with Mitchell’s, their tongues dancing.

Mitchell’s muffled encouragement is not lost on the blonde, his fingers flitting over Maverick’s still clothed cock. It’s driving the brunette insane.

Pulling back, Mitchell mumbles, “Tom, I swear to god, if you don’t actually touch me-“

“Shh, patience, baby. You know I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”

Iceman can tell Maverick’s desperate already, and tonight isn’t meant to push his limits. It’s just meant to help Maverick blow off steam. So, he removes Mitchell’s boxers, his already hardening dick exposed to the blonde.

Kazansky holds eye contact with Mitchell as he lightly grasps his cock, fingers trailing his shaft. Maverick’s always been responsive, and he has to fight the urge not to thread his fingers in Iceman’s hair already.

Ice grins up at him, wrapping his full hand around Maverick’s dick. Ice slowly begins pumping him back and forth, to which Maverick rocks into gratefully. Ice uses his freehand to hold Maverick down just enough for him to maintain a steady rhythm. Ice’s thumb slides over the head of Maverick’s cock, precum wetting his fingertip.

Without missing a beat, Ice replaces his hands with his lips, wrapping them around Mav’s cock. Hollowing his cheeks, Kazansky lowers himself all the way onto his dick, Maverick bottoming out. It takes effort to push past his gag reflex when Ice feels Maverick enter his throat, but he’s done this enough for him that it’s become nearly second nature.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Maverick pants out, a pillow propped up behind his back so he can watch as Ice so perfectly takes care of him.

Ice uses one of his hands to sink lower, fingers fondling his balls. The soft noises Maverick is emitting are more than enough for Iceman to ignore the screaming in his lungs. It’s not a thought that lasts long, because it’s that moment that his platinum hair is tangled between Maverick’s fingers.

Pete whimpers out, “Oh my god, Tom, I can’t- fuck, I’m-“

For one very, very painful moment, Kazansky pulls back, “Mmm. Use your words, baby. What do you want?

“Shit, darling, I have to come, please, can I-“

Before Maverick can finish his desperate plea, Iceman sinks back down onto his cock, Maverick’s dick hitting the back of his throat. Kazansky redoubles his effort, Mitchell’s cock worked beautifully.

“Tom!”

Within seconds, Maverick’s head is thrown back, hips slammed upwards into Iceman’s mouth. Kazansky swallows every drop of Mitchell’s release, his come coating his throat. Maverick’s breath is ragged, body trembling just slightly beneath the blonde.

Slowly, Kazansky eases off of Mitchell’s cock, working him beautifully through his orgasm.

Mitchell releases Kazansky’s hair, looking down at him with concern, “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby, was I too rough?”

Iceman shakes his head, pulling himself up to Maverick’s side. He draws Mitchell to his chest, a soft laugh spilling out into the room. “No, Pete, you were perfect. Was that good?”

Maverick exhales, his arms around his waist, “Yes, Jesus. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, love.” He whispers into the brunette’s hair, his hand running down his back.

There’s a few moments of gentle silence on both ends, the pilots catching their breath.

Eventually, Maverick asks, “Tom, do you… I mean, you sucked me off, do you want me to get you off, too, baby?”

Iceman hums in response, calmly thinking through his query, “Save that for the morning. Get some rest, Pete.” He murmurs, “You did so well.”

Maverick almost instinctively combats his request, but he knows Iceman is right. He’s dead exhausted and bound to fall asleep any second now.

“Fuck, I love you, Tom.” Maverick whispers into Iceman’s chest, feeling the world grow heavy around him.

“I love you too, Pete. Goodnight,” Ice gently responds.

It’s not long until Maverick falls asleep, the rhythmic sound of Iceman’s heartbeat and breathing are more than enough to lull him to rest. Kazansky’s up a little while longer, getting up briefly only to grab towels to clean Mitchell off properly (Mav muttering his own, sleepy grievances to his husband leaving for any amount of time).

Once Ice lays back down, his Mav tucked to his chest, he, too, is out.

AN: hi so like i’ve never written smut and i don’t have a dick so if any of this was incorrect PLLLEAAASE let me know omg 🙏🙏🙏 also i’m probably gonna (someday) write a version w/ pre bottom surgery transmav w/ iceman (very self indulgent) so any suggestions r SSSOOO appreciated okay thank you <3

[sammythedogee]

iceman's secret - goose's pov, part 1.5

part one

oh, goose noticed.

he watched as maverick stormed out of the bar, and when ice's eyes widened to saucers and frantically chased after him. all goose did was shake his head, chuckle, and lightly sip his beer.

he knew so much more than either of them realised. especially when the pair reentered the bar and sat together, their knees strangely holding one another in a silent embrace. the way ice's arm slinked around maverick's waist and led him back to his car, gently lowering the smaller man into the seat and driving him home. yeah, he noticed the lack of drinks ice had to make that happen.

and for once? he kept his mouth shut. he knew they wanted that moment private. the next day, when maverick held his throbbing head in his hands, he made some joke about mav losing his touch with the ladies and his lack of self control with alcohol, but moved on.

oh, goose noticed,

how ice winced at the sight.

an: i have no plan for this but someone asked for a part two + i thought about goose and i just had to make a lil mini interlude !! more may be in the works

[sammythedogee]

tom "iceman" kazansky's secret + icemav

an: this is horribly cliche but lord was it fun to write

the flyboys were at it again. mav, goose, slider, ice, and the rest of their gang of misfits filled the bar. none of them were particularly drunk yet, at maximum a second drink in their system.

most of them had their eyes out for a pretty woman to take home for the night. everyone was challenged to find a date, and the last person to do so would have to treat the rest to drinks the next time they went out. needless to say, they were all doing their best.

the group had dispersed accross the bar, goose the only person remaining somewhat sober. he had carole, after all. he noticed something strange; in around 20 minutes, maverick had not scored a date. he hummed under his breath, and went to go find his best friend.

"yo, mr. heartbreaker, nobody?" goose shouldered mav, "you're normally the first in this kind of thing!"

maverick didn't respond, and goose's eyes caught what he had been so intently staring at.

that 6'0, plantinum blonde, cold fighter pilot was against a wall, dark sunglasses over his piercing eyes. and he was leaning right over a drop dead gorgeous woman.

goose sighed. he placed a gentle hand on maverick's shoulder, "hey, mav-"

maverick shook his head. he was pitifully easily to read, especially for nick bradshaw, and that fake ass smirk was not convincing him.

his tone was so stupidly upbeat, "hey, hey, you trying to get in my way? i'm not losing this competition. see? there's a lady over there that i'm trying to win over. gotta scope out the move, y'know?" maverick nods at a brunnette woman in front of them, but goose knows she wasn't who he was so desperately gazing at.

but, he lets it go. for now. "alright, alright. you get back to it."

maverick stands there and runs a hand through his hair, focusing his vision on the woman he pointed out as goose leaves. he silently thanks the gods, seeing as he didn't notice her until bradshaw came around. in the next minute, a guy emerges from the bathrooms, snaking an arm around her middle. her boyfriend, maverick reckons.

yet, he's shocked to find that he's not the slightest bit upset. hell, he found that he genuinely did not give a singular fuck. he naturally looked right back at ice. that's when his heart clenched. ice's hand was on his hip and he was smiling at her. maverick bit the inside of his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut. he told himself it was just the lady, he was just upset she was taken, all he needs to do is find another woman and it'll be fine...

but when he opened his eyes again,

and caught sight of ice an inch away from her,

he turned on his heel.

he dropped 20$ in front of the bartender, walked right out of the bar, and stepped out into the freezing winter cold. he leaned against the brick of the establishment they all frequented, tracing the grout absentmindedly.

maverick's dark hair was half white with the snow coating it's strands, but he didn't make a single move to return to the swealtering, sticky heat of the bar. the cold froze his mind, which he found helped slow his racing thoughts. the sound of the door opening and closing didn't register in his mind until a soft, familar voice reached his ears.

"mav?"

fuck.

iceman stood a little more than a step away, concern set in his expresssion. he scanned the shorter man's snow dusted features. he quickly and easily picked up on the uneasy look on the younger man's face.

"mitchell?" he stepped forwards at maverick's lack of response.

"hey. some girl uh, rejected me." maverick bullshitted. he didn't get why he was so tense at ice's presence, normally it calmed him when he was stressed.

iceman's head cocked to the side. "yeah, no."

"what? no, like, she really did. this brunette chick, she really tore into me about my, uh... pick up lines." he lied, to both himself and ice. maverick refused to come to terms with the real reason he was upset, anyways.

"no way in hell did that happen. you always end up going home with someone one way or another. can you just tell me what's wrong?" ice probed, his sunglasses missing.

"no, dude, i'm being serious. she was a bitch to me, that's it. i was just taking a breath to reset before i got back at it. why don't you go back to your date? that black haired one?"

ice raised an eyebrow at mav's knowledge, "mitchell, no, she's not-"

"kazansky, just go. okay? i don't need a pity party. go back to your woman and leave me alone!"

"maverick, listen to me, i'm not-"

"fuck off, kazansky, go get your date before she-"

"mitchell, i'm gay!"

in that moment, time stopped.

pete looked up at tom.

mitchell's mouth opened and closed about a hundred times before kazansky clenched his jaw and stepped back.

softer than he had ever spoken, ice says, "don't tell anyone. please."

if anyone knew, tom could be discharged, and his longstanding dream of becoming admiral would be destroyed. his entire future rested on this carefully concealed secret. pete had no idea how to respond, nor did he understand why mountains of relief crashed into him in the same moment, but he knew he would never break tom's trust.

"of course, kazansky."

in that moment, maverick's eyes caught the way ice's deliciously platinum hair matched the white snow dusting his frosty tips. there was a certain sheen to his cerulean eyes that made him want to be lost in them for the rest of time. he let himself look upon the sharp features of the man before him with a gentle gaze.

he didn't know what to say, and even though he wasn't sure what gave him the confidence to do it, maverick stepped forward, tentatively placing his arms around kazansky's middle. maverick was known for his physically affectionate nature, but something felt so much more vulnurable with this exchange. yet, neither pulled away.

kazansky held mitchell to his chest, exhaling a deep sigh of relief.

in that very moment, when mitchell's hands instictively tangled in his shirt, if only to evade the cold - they both knew that was where they wanted to be for their entire lives.

yet, neither of them were ready to confront that truth. so, they eventually seperated, stepping back and brushing off their clothes as if they had not melted into one another moments before.

they both re-entered the bar,

and the next time the group went out for drinks,

mitchell and kazansky paid.

an: okay so the end was horrifically rushed but i'm so tired and will probably revist and edit the ever loving shit out of this!!!!!!!!

[sammythedogee]

pre-transition + icemav - pete mitchell

maverick is exhausted. sitting with a cold drink in his hands, ice freezes the soft layer of skin covering his shaking fingers.

“it can’t be.” he says to himself, mind drifting to his weekend.

they were all playing some stupid board game and maverick went straight for the male character, forcing goose to be the woman. it’s as it’s always been. his best friend didn’t push back, but instead gently chuckled, “he suits you, mav. maybe you’re destined to be a guy.”

the rest of the time, the group all referred to maverick as a man. they were joking, of course, poking fun at “mother” goose in equal measure. but, it made mav’s heart leap into his chest. it’s the same feeling he gets every time ice calls his name.

maverick’s elbows sit upon the sticky bar table, his shoulders hunched, chest minimized. it’s not a behavior he’s picked up on, but goose and ice have.

so, when he spotted maverick drowning in his own thoughts, completely curled over; he easily guessed what was on his mind.

“mav?” ice’s statement was far too quiet for maverick’s hazy mind to pick up on. instead, he slid his hand over maverick’s trembling.

maverick’s eyes snapped to ice’s, his fingers flexing under his gentle yet unwavering touch.

“ice?” he scans his blonde counterpart’s expression, searching for understanding.

“hey, man. you look really… off.”

man. every time ice talks to him, without fail, he uses some form of masc terminology; whether it be bro, dude, or man - he always makes a concerted effort to do so.

and maverick’s only just noticing.

“oh, no, just thinking. i’m fine.”

ice doesn’t buy it. he calls out maverick’s bullshit constantly, in the air and when he’s being a little shit. but this is different. far, far different. that troubled look in his eyes is something he’s only seen once before, and that was when maverick got so wasted he spoke about his father.

“mitchell, you’re a piss poor liar.”

he winces. sometimes, he forgets people genuinely understand and watch for his emotions.

“i can’t… i can’t talk about it with you, dude- i think, i think i’m fucked. fucked up. like, there’s something so goddamn wrong about me, i don’t know how to explain this without sounding fucking insane.”

ice’s fingers lace between mav’s. he’s never heard mitchell so shaken, his own heart is racing.

“breathe, mitchell. you can talk to me, i promise i won’t judge. no matter what you think it is that’s so wrong.”

“no, tom, you don’t understand. i could get fucking dishonorably discharged. i can’t- oh my god, i… what kind of woman…”

he’s trembling.

“maverick. baby, please, breathe.”

the endearment slips out before he can stop it. but lord, it doesn’t matter. not when maverick’s tears have escaped the confines of his eyes and dripped down his many-size too large t-shirt.

his watercolor eyes evade ice’s as the words spill from his lips, his tone pure terror.

“what kind of woman wants to be a man?”

AN:

it’s been like a year since i’ve written ANYTHING but jesus christ it’s been forever since i’ve hyper fixated like this AAHSJDOCPDKSKDLDL

i mean i now go to flight school because of these stupid movies and maverick is my biggest kin

anyways i’m probably going to write multiple parts of this even though there is no plan and the writing is poor quality but idc transmav + icemav makes me tweak

[sammythedogee]

genuinely am tweaking out about maverick

he’s so transmasc and so mecore and so bi and so deliciously down bad for tom and

it’s like i’m in love with him but also am him so is this self love?

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kissing the brothers - obey me, shall we date? part two!

part two - asmo, beel, belphie

Asmodeus

oh kissses everywhere

trust me, there's truly no escape from his kisses

asmo shows the greatest variety in his kisses, as the avatar of lust. (though youre his special human, of course)

he doesn't care whether you're in front of the entire devildom, 'what, you can't be embarrassed - it's me! now come here~"

Beelzebub

like levi, he wouldn't have too much experience though he was happy to do whatever you wanted

gentle giant, he'd give the softest kisses - often worried about hurting you

it was up to you whether you were comfortable kissing him in front of others, he really didn't mind

Belphegor

he didn't really put much importance on the physical aspect of your relationship, and that includes kisses

so, ultimatley like his brother, it was 100% up to you where kisses went

his guilty pleasure, however, is rolling over to give you a kiss on your nose while you were taking a nap with him. though he'd rather be in handcuffs with lucifer than admit that.

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kissing the brothers - obey me, shall we date?

part one - four eldest brothers, gn!reader,

Lucifer

he loves deep, sensual kisses - exploring everything he can

lucifer is the type of person to kiss you all over, just to show that you're his. like, you walk into the room? boom, kiss on your cheek. you're tying your shoes? boom, kiss on your head. there's no escaping his kisses.

PDA? sometimes. he wouldn't want to embarrass diavolo, though he certainly doesn't mind.

lucifer is very, very possesive. so, if any other demon - even one of his brothers - try anything with you? big ol' kiss, nobody's going to mistake you for anyone else's.

Mammon

mammon's wouldn't know when the appropriate time to kiss you would be, so you'd be the one to instigate most kisses.

your first kiss almost made mammon faint, though you had to catch him before he fell onto the hard ground which woke him back up.

mammon, like lucifer, is possesive and gets jealous very eaisily. because of this, you make sure to pepper him with kisses in front of others and behind closed doors. you wouldn't want him to be sad.

he prefers light kisses, but many at once.

Leviathan

the most easily flustered. if you move one inch towards his face he'll pass out.

levi simply wouldn't know how to kiss, he'd never done it before. you taught him just how it's meant to go, and he brought his expertice from various anime / manga.

once he got the hang of it he'd always be sure to kiss you, his favorite spot being your neck. why? he's too scared to kiss your face, so he opted to go right below it.

Satan

he loves your hands. he'd always take your hand and give it the sweetest kiss. lil gentleman.

he enjoys trying new ways of kissing you, things he's read from books.

though he doesn't have too much experience, he gets the hang of it extremely quickly. all of his knowledge payed off.

secretly watched you while you do... anything, really. he just loves you and envisions where he'll kiss next.

this is my first fic with the brothers, and its not proof read! any suggestions in the comments are very appreciated! <3

[sammythedogee]

if you were sick / fluff + hcs / zhongli x !gn reader

You coughed. No matter how hard you tried to keep it inside, you just couldn’t hold it back. You were sick.

zhongli rushed in, hearing your cough.

he grabbed soothing tea and started brewing it, making you follow him into the kitchen so he could keep an eye on you.

when it was done he held your hand and gingerly brought you back to the bed, making sure you were comfortable.

the both of you spent most of the day in bed, talking and reading how you see fit.

no matter what, he was by your side, and almost read your mind on what you needed at any given moment.

zhongli would constantly check in on you, and tell you ‘if you ever need anything, please tell me, my love.’

when it was time to sleep, he made sure you were perfectly comfortable before allowing himself minimal sleep before watching after you once more.

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hey there! if you have a tag list, i would like to be added if ;

• you post any and all zhongli content

• genshin angst / fluff / smut / comedy etc

genuinely anything zhongli, i would love to be added :)

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jumping into his arms ~ zhongli!gn reader

You come home after a tiring day of work/school, and all you want is to see your beloved. Opening the door you spot Zhongli setting down groceries, and you sprint at him. Of course the former god notices, drops the groceries on the counter and opens his arms. You leap and he catches you. He holds you steady and calm.

“y/n, that really isn’t safe,” he gently scolds you, a light smile on his face.

“What, would you really drop me?” You mock concern as your head rests on his chest.

“Of course not, love, you know I’ll always be here to hold you,” Zhongli responds, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

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~ zhongli yandere fanfic x reader ~

helpp this is my first POV, or any writing like... literally ever. please bear with me, and if you have any feedback let me know! this was written under a zhongli yandere playlist by me :)

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Morax as you knew him was a calculated god, who loved his people. All of Liyue's history was built upon what Rex Lapis himself did, as he valiantly protected his citizens. Alas, one fateful day, Morax himself perished. That was what you knew of him. However, little did you know, the god himself took a particular interest in you.

You entered Wanmin restaurant to visit your friend Xiangling, who was going to cook you some delicious jade parcels.

"Ah, Y/N, you made it!" Your friend exclaimed happily.

"Hey, Xiangling! Is the food ready?"

As soon as you finish your sentence, a well-dressed person entered the restaurant. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect clothes, each lair of cloth was perfectly fitted and the finely woven silk shined as beautifully as the sun. Looking up, you noticed his glowing amber eyes. His flowing locks fell on his shoulder, cascading and radiating warm energy. When you realized you'd been staring, the man was already meeting your eyes, with a soft but puzzled expression. You suddenly looked away as he smiled, not minding what-so-ever.

"Yo! Y/N, you there?" Xiangling asked, humor in her voice.

"I.. yeah, yeah I am!" You tripped over your words, a bit shaken up by the interaction.

"I totally noticed you staring! Ooo, does Y/N have a cruuush?" Xiangling teased.

"No! I just met him, obviously not!" You thought, except there was a lingering thought you just couldn't shake.

was this the first time you met him? he seemed so familiar.. almost like you'd seen those eyes looking at you before

You realized you zoned out when Xiangling brought the man over to introduce you.

"Hello there, I go by Zhongli. It is nice to meet you." He spoke, his voice as smooth as a river.

"Oh! Hi, Zhongli! I'm sorry for staring earlier, I really didn't mean to.." You apologized.

"Please, do not worry, I did not mind." Zhongli said, smiling.

But something was off. Why did he seem so happy? Even though you had been staring at him, he seemed to love it. There was a look he had, that you just didn't understand. Maybe you were wrong, perhaps he didn't think so highly of you...?

"Would you like to sit with me?" Zhongli asked, a loving gaze cast down on you.

"Uh.. Oh! Sure!" You awkwardly laughed.

You sat down at the table he walked over to. It seems like Xiangling already left to go prepare the food.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You said, not entirely sure where to bring the conversation.

"That is a beautiful name, Y/N. As you know, my name is Zhongli. I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor." He said, the grammar he used was impeccable.

"Wow that must be a.. hard job! I work at a jewelry store near here." You informed him.

"Ah, yes, Mingxing Jewelry.." Zhongli's voice trailed off.

You were confused, your store was very small and widely unknown. How has he heard of it before? Not to mention, there were multiple jewelry stores in Liyue Harbor. He must have come in before and not noticed him, you thought. But he was so unforgettable, there's no way that would have happened. You decided to shake off the feeling and ask him.

"Zhongli, how exactly did you know where I worked? After all, it's a very small store." You questioned.

"I happened to see you inside from the window. That is how I recognized you, Y/N." The question didn't seem to phase him, although he had a strange expression again. It seemed like he found what you said.. funny? That makes no sense, though. He almost seemed to anticipate you asking this. You simply couldn't figure Zhongli out.

***

After some basic small talk, Xiangling brought out a platter of jade parcels.

"Here you two go!" Xiangling exclaimed, winking at you.

"Thank you, Xiangling. We appreciate your cooking." Zhongli said.

"No problem, enjoy!" She replied.

"Oh, Zhongli, what did you order?" You asked.

"Jade parcels, just like you. I find them quite delicious." Zhongli replied.

You looked at him, another strange coincidence.

"Oh, haha. That's funny." You chuckled.

"Quite the coincidence." He mentioned.

***

"Who do you think you're closest to?" Zhongli asked, wanting to get to know more about your friends, it seems.

"Childe, the harbinger, haha. I know it's strange, but he really is a nice guy." You replied.

He only hummed in response.

"What about you?"

"I am not close to many people, I prefer to be alone most of the time."

"Oh no, am I bothering you? I'm so sorry!"

"Please, do not worry. I quite like your company."

"Ah, okay.."

***

As you two were both nearing the end of your meal, Keqing rushed in desperately looking for you. She seemed to have a look of helplessness in her eyes.

"Y/N!" She cried.

"I'm over here, Keqing! What's wrong?" You said.

"Childe, he's hurt, badly!" Keqing frantically told you, she seemed to be running out of breath.

"What?? What happened to him?" You shot up immediately, worried about your friend.

"He was stabbed, multiple times all over his body. But they weren't normal weapons, they were some kind of sharp rock daggers" She huffed, still panting from the run over here.

"Zhongli, I'm sorry, but I seriously have to go! I hope you don't mind taking the bill-"

As you looked down, you noticed amusement in his smile. He seemed to have been laughing?

"Oh, Y/N... Please, you may go. But I can't wait until we meet again." Zhongli said, with the same voice you had heard before. But this time, he sounded insane. And only then did you notice the dried blood on his sleeve.

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ok zhongli 100% has really fluffy hair. like, this stuff is the softest hair you’ve felt… ever. change my mind.