Guys. I am not a Zhongli Simp. However. This trailer … Oh my lord. The emotion and intense urge to write for Past Zhongli, Guizhong, and the others….
IMAGINE… God of Weaponry Y/n who’s the third wheel of Zhongli and Guizhong’s dynamic… But the thing is, they have feelings for Zhongli. Torn by the decision between saving her friendship, it eventually tears her away after competing with Guizhong over a mechanism that involves the aspect of war. Only for it to be declared that Guizhong’s idea was evidently better by Zhongli.
Imagine secretary Y/n who was formerly the previous Grand Sage’s secretary. However was wronged and was given another chance (credits to Kusanali) and now serves under “Acting Sage” Al Haitham.
She has no clue the arrogant and pretentious man that she serves is her pen pal from an old Fontaine Steambird program that supported international messaging…
With the new Yaoyao trailer I’d like to imagine that if she has met Xiao she’d most likely refer to him as “Big brother Xiao”. IMAGINE HOW CUTE??? So what if… Xiao and his S/o met Yaoyao? How would she interact and introduce herself?
If this post reaches 10 likes I’ll write a one shot on it! 🧡
What if I wrote Alhaitham x Reader but Alhaitham being the jerk he is, leaves reader alone 3 days straight, and Kaveh notices and decides to talk his ear off only for Alhaitham to ignore his words of caution and become jealousy when Kaveh and Reader start becoming friends??
IMAGINE... Xiao who stumbles upon a newly hired employee for the Wangshu Inn; a guardian for the Inn to prevent the increase of monsters that seem to gather around the area in quantities larger than the next every week. He's intrigued by them, so cheerful and a master at the art of sword ship. However jealousy plagues him, he's offended by Verr Goldet's choice to hire a guard when he's right there! But as the old saying goes... Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
AUTHOR'S NOTES // Tumblr quite literally will not let me tag "xiao fluff"... they really said he can't have happiness...
SYNOPSIS !
Caught in the charm of the Wanderer you allowed yourself to believe he was good for you, blindly misplacing his red flags for months. Emotions tip and waver within your bottle, threatening to spill over, until...
The Balladeer, he used to be called.
No longer did he go by those titles, yet he strives for the same goal… To become a god. And when his “first” follower Haypasia had come around his senses to towards you had blurred.
No longer did he stay to guard your gloomy nights, no longer did he stay to leave fleeting kisses your cheeks as the sound of the flickering flame in the kitchen bubbled… No longer did he stay to comfort you with his snarky remarks.
“I’m leaving to attend to important business tonight. Don’t leave any food out for me again, it’ll just get cold.” Kuni’s voice bellowed. His dark eyes piercing your own as he turned back to you and slightly tipped his hat.
He left without looking back.
It felt so cold. So cold without him by your side.
“W-Wait Kuni-“ and he was gone before you could say the rest.
Countless nights spent grieving over the lack of your “significant other”. Silent tears he’d never heard. Did he really care though?…
Intrusive thoughts frustrated your mind, plaguing you with bubbling angry tears that threatened to spill at every quaking second without him in your wake.
“Kuni? Kuni where are you going this time?”
“Nowhere. It isn’t your business [Y/n] just managed the house for me while I’m gone.”
“B-but-“
“Silence yourself for once would you?! You whimper and cry everytike I leave like a lost puppy. Would you just, for Archons sake, shut. Up?!?!?” Kunikuzushi’s eyes darkened at you, fists balling as he raised his voice. Suddenly the eyes you thought you adored no longer felt homey. His gaze pierced through your own as he turned and stomped away.
“Scara wait!! Please!…”
And he’s gone before you can say.
His tone was so condescending, degrading and vile towards you. No longer did he hold the slight sincerity he did when he had first loved you.
“Loved.”
Silent tears trickled down your face, skin numbing as you stared out the open door. His figure disintegrating into the night….
It felt too harsh to be able to stand, your knees gave in.
Desperate swallowing cries emitted from your tear stained lips, as your knees collapsed beneath you, body hitting the cold wooden floor beneath you.
“Scara… Scara please. Please. Scaramouche. Please come back”
Vain broken cries echoed from your shared home. No one could hear you though. And neither would he.
For hours you cried, knees buckling beneath you as the futile truth sunk in.
He didn’t love you anymore did he.
Your mind felt fuzzy with the disgusting plaguing thoughts of Kunikuzushi. Wishing he was by your side to comfort and hold you. Scolding in his own love language as he used to do…
“I’m so tired… How many months has it been since I held this in???…”
Your body felt so numb, aching with the emotional pain that had been bottled up and tossed aside for months.
“I need a drink…”
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He could hear her wails. Wallowing in pain from miles away. But… it felt so. So wrong…
He wanted to test her. Make sure she would never betray him. Never be his 4th… But listening to her swallow her own cries, imagining the tears that would be streaming down her cheeks killed him inside… A foreign feeling that felt so wrong in his stomach. Bubbling and threatening to tip over as he continued to hide and listen.
“Scara… Scara please. Please. Scaramouche. Please come back”
He couldn’t… he couldn’t listen any longer.
It hurt so much to hear her call him by his previous title. Like salt in a flesh wound it pierced the strings of his heart.
“Fool… Stop crying… for me please…”
His consciousness played games with him. His heart urging for him to run, run inside and console her, bring her to his chest and whisper bitter sweet remarks.
But his mind… his mind told him to wait. To make sure to test her loyalty.
“Where did I go wrong, Scaramouche… please. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”
He could hear the sobs resonate louder. Heart practically screaming at him.
Go in there! Go in there and save her!…
“Fuck… what have you done to me [Y/n]?…”
How he longed to run into their home. Search for the comfort of her arms, no longer was it an urge. But a must. A must he felt he had to deny.
Your legs quaked below you, wobbling as you tried to piece together the remainder of your fetal energy.
“A drink.. a drink will push this all down”
Yours eyes were sore and bitten with red. Exhaustion pulsing through every nerve and bone in your body as you trailed out the door… still open from his unannounced leave.
How you missed him. The way he used to awkwardly hold your finger, worried you’d lose him in the busy markets of Sumeru. How he’d sometimes bring home rare flora that adorned the greenery of the nation.
How he’d embrace you in a timid hug and peck sweet kisses on your lips. His own lips soft as snow.
Once more you begged your mind for an answer, an answer to why your lover had left you so broken and shattered.
I have given you everything Kunikuzushi…
But alas, as you stumbled out the broken place you once claimed as home, your senses failed to detect the darkened figure that studied your behind trees. It’s lip quivering as it watches you fail to comprehend the world around you.
Sauntering into Lambad’s Tavern you whispered your request to the bartender. Eyes half-lidded as you struggled to keep the tears from releasing.
Tears tormented you, menacing you into enraging yourself once more.
Tipsy from crying fever you stumbled to the nearest table. Senses dulling to tune out the boisterous shouts and echoes of the tavern goers around you.
“Hello there”
A pearl haired man calls. His eyes solemn with… some sort of… empathy?
“Are you alright?… A lady with the beauty of yours should never be caught crying and tear stained…”
“Huh?… Oh.. um, thank you but I’m alright..” you mumbled. Observing his kind eyes and features as they surveyed your own.
“Is that so? Then I suppose your puffy eyes simply indicate that you are a descendant of a Tanuki…~” he giggles to himself.
What an endearing smile…
Somehow, even in your weakened state, you managed to crack a slight grin, giggling at his implication as well.
“Perhaps so sir…!”
“Please, a rare beauty like you may call me by Kazuha.”
“Kazuha? Ah, what a befitting name… please, refer to me as [Y/n] your local heartbroken acquaintance…”
“Heartbroken? Oh dear… from such a venust lady as yourself? How laughable… clearly the opposing party is missing out!”
He giggles, sitting himself down as a waiter brings over drinks.
His laugh is so contagious… maybe even alluring?…
“I hope you don’t mind me inviting myself over.. I couldn’t resist”
“Oh no no… it’s alright. Drinks are always better when shared with company as they say…”
“Of course!… Now, allow me to ease your troubles”
His eyes close, smiling gratefully at you as his hair flickers slightly. It’s almost ethereal, like a sacred artifact.
It didn’t even feel wrong.
He knows he shouldn’t do this. But… but he needs to know if she’s okay.
But…
Who was that man that was with her?…
“[Y-Y/n]”…??”
His eyes felt blurry. Vision and view obscuring as he tried to focus.
She wouldn’t actually do that right?… she wouldn’t leave him right?…
Right?…
She promised she wouldn’t.
But mortals aren't always bound by words...
Kunikuzushi does not believe in Archons. But he prays to all and every god that his eyes were playing games with him.
He can see her clear as day, conversing drinking with the Kaedehara.
Out of all of them. She was with him.
Surely his eyes jest right? Right? She wouldn’t leave him. Not when he’s done so much for her,
Loved her, trusted her, devoted himself.
Something was trickling down his cheeks… An all to familiar action he had sworn he would never let him feel again.
The night felt cold and isolated. His body felt disgusting, face wretched with the disgustingly warm tears he had brought himself to.
“You betrayed me…”
He watched as the both of you sauntered out. Mumbling incoherent nothings lips smiling.
Whilst his quivered and bit at each other.
As you began to regain consciousness, yoru head pounded, fuzzy and drenched with the hurt of alcohol.
However, the memories of the night before still remained.
You could feel the puffiness beneath your eyes, and the horrible aftermath of the alcohol you had drowned yourself in.
And Kazuha.
He had lit hope in your cave… but… now, you felt nothing but guilt.
How unfaithful of you, crying to another man about your issues when you had a spouse at home.
But… He wasn’t home.
Just then, you heard the shout of a familiar voice. Yelling out your name like a serenade.
Comfort.
Kunikuzushi was home.
Quickly you stumbled downstairs, excitement etching all over your face, your steps clumsy as you tumbled down the stairs. Aware of the fact your lover was still probably cold as ever.
“Kuni! K-Kuni your home!”
But… instead of being greeted by the cold glare you expected. You were met with the angry swollen face of your lover.
“How could you do that to me?!?”
“W-what?…”
“Don’t act so foolish. Meeting with another man!”
Scaramouche’s eyes bored holes into your timid figure. Fists clenching as he tried to maintain himself.
“W-what?! What do you mean??”
“Shut. Up!”
“K-Kuni what are you going on about?!?… if you mean last night please, please let me explain!”
Tears poured out of your eyes, tricking down like waterfalls as you tried to reach out to him. Begging. Begging for him to listen.
“Oh? Explain what? Explain you running off to meet another man whilst I left?! Huh??”
“Are you being fucking serious?! Scaramouche you fucking left me to see another woman. Another woman!! How can you even talk like that to me?!”
Hearing you call him by his full name felt so wrong. It felt bitter, unnerving and uncomfortable.
He hated it.
“T-that’s not the point! I left to assist my follower. Someone who actually supports me!”
And right as he said those words. He wished he could take it all back.
Tears streamed furiously down your eyes, your lip was quaking as you tried not to yell out in pain.
It was horrible watching.
Watching you suffer, because of him.
No, no, no, he didn’t mean to hurt you like this. He’d take everything back. He’d make it better.
Just stop crying!-
“Y-you fucking bastard. I have given you everything, my love, my support, and my fucking LIFE. Did I mean nothing? Was I truly not your first follower in your eyes?!? D-did I fail to give you everything?!?”
It hurt so much.
So damn much. Watching your eyes contort in pain as you screamed at him your hurt. Watching the tears stream faster as you stepped away from him.
Hihi i loved the recent part of the zhongli fanfic sm!! you did so well, i was wondering if there’ll be a part 3 and like it’ll be angst or fluff kind of?
Hello hello! Thank you so much 🧡🧡 glad you enjoyed!
The goal is to make my readers cry (/lovingly) so I most likely make Part II angst! However, I am also a big fan of hurt/comfort so…
As for Part III it depends on how I plan to progress the story!
