Haii !! If Youre Comfortable With It I Would Like To Request Xiao With The Prompt "Sooner Or Later, You'll

haii !! if youre comfortable with it i would like to request xiao with the prompt "Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." for your drabble event. fem or gn pronouns / descriptiona are fine in my opinion. other than that no other specificities you can write it however youd like, im looking forward to it if you do !!

Hello! Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

CW: TALKS ABOUT OBSESSION, IMPRISONMENT, YANDERE.

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“Xiao, let me out, please?..” You cried out, reaching out for him from your cell, the room was cold, even though you had more than enough blankets and trinkets to keep you busy in your prison.

“I can’t, I really can’t..” he whispered softly, letting himself indulge in your touch as he slid your hand onto his cheek, you could feel his tired sigh into your palms.

“Yes, you can. Please, Xiao. If the Qixing finds out what you’ve done, they’ll-“ He hissed at the mention of another, baring his fangs at you, angered. You backed off in surprise at Xiao’s sudden behaviour. Xiao felt annoyed that you kept asking the one thing he could not give you, your freedom.

Xiao knew this was wrong, he felt it in his skin when he tightened the chains on your wrists, or how he fed you through the bars of your cells like a dog. Xiao knew, but he also knew that it was necessary, to keep you here. You wouldn’t be put in jeopardy, nor would you feel anything other than happiness, nor you would never need to call his name for anything else other than his attention.

You were safe, he repeated to himself like a mantra. He purposefully ignored the way you cried for him to let you go, for him to remove the chains and let you see the daylight not from a small window of the cell. It tortured him that you needed more than just him.

Why must you ask for the day? Or for your freedom, when you have him? Why must you ask for everything else other than him?

Xiao slammed his fists into the bars of your cell, it rattled in response. You feared the worst, knowing that although this adeptus had cared and tended to most of Liyue, he was still a force not to be reckoned with. Your lips quivered in fright as you anticipated what Xiao would do next as he huffed, trying to calm himself.

“Xiao..please.” You whimpered out, scared. Your fear intensified as he opened the cell door, he only ever entered when you’ve done something wrong, and for once you didn’t know what could’ve ever set him off to be as angry with you.

Xiao was never proud of being angry with you, even if he was an adeptus who struggled to deal with his karma and his feelings, he hated doing anything else besides making you happy.

Xiao walked towards you, his bangs covering his eyes as his steps felt dreadful to your soul. He stopped right in front of you before he crouched down, looking through his bangs, at you and your feared expression.

A hand was reached towards your face, his thumb placing itself into the corner of your lips, the rough fabric of the leather made you flinch, Xiao continuing to swipe it over. You were so confused that you failed to notice the tingling feeling it gave as he traced your lips.

When Xiao was satisfied at admiring your features, he leaned in to give you a kiss on your forehead, before leaning away. Something in you compelled to ask what and why he did that for.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. You were silent. Xiao watched you try to speak. A ghost of a smile was on his face as he got his results. He had done something, and he won’t tell you. Well, he hasn’t told you because you can’t ask.

You opened your mouth once again, not a single vocal sound came out, you tried to scream, to cry, to call for Xiao, your hands instantly wrapped around your throat as you felt yourself become even more frustrated.

Xiao didn’t want to look at you as you threw your tantrum, more so because he didn’t want to come face to face of the measures he had to take. Xiao didn’t want to see the heartbreak in your eyes when he takes another fragile piece of your freedom once again, your speech.

Xiao left the cell, closing and locking you in once again, his face refusing to turn to you. Xiao started to walk away from you, from what he had done, when a huge clang hit the bars. He looked back, seeing a small wooden trinket on the floor, he had carved it for you.

You huffed and panted in anger, staring at him with rage and disbelief. Xiao could only open his mouth and—

“Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good.”

You were appalled at his response to your fit of anger, your jaw dropping in disbelief.

“So please, just let me take care of you.”

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while i'm working on some drafts, i wanted to open requests again <:

as a reminder, i write for genshin impact, ensemble stars and idolish7. feel free to request anything as long as it doesn't break any of my rules!

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NSFW, 18+ only Plz~

Summary: a few vendors are at Wangshu Inn hoping to sell their goods. You decide to go down and have a look. Xiao is quietly watching you atop his spot at Wangshu Inn. A foreign feeling comes to his chest seeing another man touch you. What is this feeling?

Pairing: Xiao x Female Reader

Warning:jealous/possessive Xiao, lots of lewd biting, little bit of blood, unprotected sex, and some swearing. (This is like… so much smut w/ fluff)

Word Count:6K (again, how tf is it so long?!)

Enjoy~

Sharp inhuman ears could hear the sounds of your beautiful and pure laughter from afar. It put the yaksha’s stony heart at ease knowing that you were safe and sound, but it also gripped it like a vice whenever he found out that another man was the cause of your laughter. His perch on Wangshu Inn gave him a perfect view down below, where you were talking to a rather tall man about some of the items he was selling in his booth. Your smile was directed towards him, his hands coming slightly behind your back to urge you to look closer at the items he had to offer. Your smile had only faltered in the slightest, your discomfort clear from your body language. The yaksha did not take too kindly to this gesture. He began to feel a foreign feeling bubble in his chest, it was a feeling he did not appreciate and did not know how to get rid of. He teleported down to the venue area of Wangshu Inn, quickly approaching you and the vendor.

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summary: in which xiao learns that nobody can be strong forever.

genre: angst, (lots of) hurt/comfort

warnings: graphic descriptions, mentions of death, psychological torment. in short: karmic debt isn’t sunshines and roses.

word count: around 3k

other: gn!reader, relationship can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

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𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔎.

Dust. Black dust. That was what everything turned to, in the end.

The mitachurl on the end of his polearm gurgled weakly, spearhead lodged deep in its abdomen. Xiao wrenched the blade out and the creature sank to its knees, clutching the wound with clawed hands, before emitting one final groan and losing itself to the soot-like particles flaking off its fur. 

With a sigh of wind, the black dust was carried away, and there remained no sign of the hilichurls that once inhabited this camp. 

Xiao watched the particles disperse. This was but a mere scratch on the surface of the evil that roamed the grounds of Liyue, and an insignificant victory when compared to the number of monsters that still lived, roamed, and killed as they pleased.

He tch-ed and turned away, holding his polearm close to his side. There would no doubt be smaller camps surrounding such a huge one as this, and it was his duty to dispose of every last inhabitant. After that, he would find another camp, and then another, until either he or the monsters met their permanent end. Such was the nature of his duty; and one he had come to accept long ago.

As he walked, Xiao became aware of a light pulsing sensation in his head, like a drum beating against his skull. Not strong enough to be painful, but a nuisance nonetheless. He pushed it down with a scowl and kept walking. 

It always started like this. No doubt the real pain would set in soon. 

And when it did, he would withdraw to Qingyun Peak, as always, where no one could hear him scream.

——————

A few days later, the thrum in his head was still there when, at dusk, he heard his name called on the wind. Stronger, but still bearable. For now.

In a flash, Xiao was no longer in the grassy fields of Guili Plains, but on the wood-panelled floorboards of Wangshu Inn’s balcony. You were leaning on the railing, looking out at the landscape, and perked up when you saw him.

He had grown used to these meetings some time ago. Despite always emphasising that you ought to only speak his name in emergencies, he had never found the heart to ignore your evening calls (and berated himself for it each time). 

“You called,” he said, a little gruffly.

“I did, yes.” You uncrossed your arms from the wooden railing and turned to face him. A light breeze tugged at your hair. “And you know why.”

You raised a knowing look to him, and Xiao looked away. He muttered eventually beneath his breath, “No, I haven’t eaten anything today.”

“Hm. I knew it.” 

Xiao rolled his eyes, but accepted your invitation to sit at a nearby table nonetheless. On it sat a plate of almond tofu, the smooth, pale skin of the cubed slices shining in the inn’s warm lights. A delicate aroma rose into the air, faint but sweet. Beside the plate were laid a pair of polished wooden chopsticks. 

You pulled out a chair and sat opposite him. “I made it this time,” you said, catching Xiao’s wide-eyed stare at the plate. “I thought I may as well stop bothering Smiley Yanxiao and learn the recipe myself. He helped me a bit, but I’m hoping it’s not going to be too awful.”

“It looks nice,” Xiao offered. You thanked him. 

He thinks you were saying something when the pulse in his head flared with a sudden intensity. His vision blurred for a moment and Xiao sucked in a breath through his teeth, raising the back of his palm to his temple. His skin was feverish, and he grimaced distastefully. It usually took longer to accumulate than this. 

A hazy voice floated through the slow mud of his mind.

“Xiao? Are you okay?”

He blinked and took a moment to remember where he was. 

“Oh. Yes,” he said, and forced down a lump of pain in his throat, mumbling a quiet apology. You frowned, not quite convinced, but questioned him no further. “Did you say something earlier?”

“Oh, yeah. I was asking if you wanted to try a bit of the tofu and tell me if it’s any good.”

He nodded. You pushed the plate and chopsticks towards him, and watched intently as he raised a cube of the dessert to his mouth.

When he bit into the cube, he thought he had risen to Celestia. Smooth and irresistibly silky, the tofu dissolved on his tongue with the subtle taste of almonds and apricot, and Xiao had to keep himself from melting back into the chair.

Your eager eyes widened, taking in every detail of his reaction. 

“So, uh. Is it acceptable?” you asked. Xiao cleared his throat and hastily composed himself.

“It is… good,” he managed. Truly, it was more than good, but he was lost for the right words to describe it with. Regardless, you relaxed and released a sigh of relief.

He placed another cube in his mouth, and briefly marvelled at how perfect the texture was. The hints of a smile eased onto his face. Smiley Yanxiao had taught you well.

That was when the pulse struck again, surging in his skull with a heavy throb. It felt like a burst of flame had set his senses alight. His vision flashed white, then black, and he froze, hands shaking.

No. Not now. Any time but now. 

His chopsticks clattered to the plate. You leaned forward, concern lining your voice.

“Xiao?”

He tried to shake his head, but his body wouldn’t move. All his neck gave was a tense twitch before the pulse erupted through his senses with the force of a hammer swing. He staggered backwards, clutching his head, eyes wide and transfixed with silent terror. 

His vision began to spin. Colours ran into each other like watercolours on a canvas, till all he could see were meaningless blurs. A distorted voice called out to him in alarm, but it sounded distant, and he couldn’t make out the words. 

The throb grew stronger. All he could feel were the waves of hot dizziness that swallowed him whole each time another pulse resounded within his skull. He could no longer distinguish up from down nor left from right, and his insides lurched like a ship tossed upon violent waves, hopeless to change his situation. Somewhere in front of him, he saw four copies of you, blurred and moving in unison. Black tendrils like smoke rolled in waves from his skin, thick with the stench of evil. A hand came to hold his shoulder but he knocked it away.

You shouldn’t see him like this. He could hurt you. He had to go. Get away from here. Now.

“Leave,” he forced out in a snarl. 

You swallowed, struggling to keep your voice calm. “Xiao, tell me how I can help y—“

“I said leave!”

He stumbled away from you, and could discern the crying out of his name before his surroundings shifted from the balcony of Wangshu Inn to Qingyun Peak’s stony spire, where he pitched forwards and staggered to keep himself upright. 

Xiao clenched his eyes shut and seethed through his teeth, struggling to keep his torment at bay.

When he opened them again, they were there.

Bodies. Everywhere. 

He could see them. Stained with red. Rising from the ground which they were strewn upon. Strewn upon by him. Deformed and grotesque, misshapen with injuries. Some monster, some human. Groaning. Pleading. Moving closer, merging and changing, like a swarm of flies. Crying out for mercy. For revenge.

The pulse in his head grew stronger. It beat on his senses with heat until it burned to even think. To even breathe. Wave after wave of nausea struck him. He fell to his knees. 

Agony erupted in his gut like a knife twisting inside his intestines. Hot pain engulfed his senses. He tried to gasp, breathless with pain, but the air was knocked out of him. His vision spun. Sometimes black, sometimes red. Dark blots throbbed in the corners of his vision, swimming. Appearing and disappearing. Shudders wracked his body. He couldn’t move. Bile rose in his throat. It tasted bitter. He coughed, choking in his own darkness. It came out in flecks of red. 

Another spasm of heat. A wave of fire consumed his senses. His mind was burning. He clutched his head, pounding with heat, mad with delirium. 

Voices. So many of them. In his head. Shouting. Sobbing. Begging. Screaming. Screeching. Pleading. 

Have mercy, they pleaded. Please. Spare me. Spare my child. Spare my wife. Please don’t— 

—A monster. You’re a—

Spare my friend.

We did nothing—

—Monster—

—Wrong.

Spare—

They rose to a wordless clamour of noise clamping down upon his skull. Too loud. Too much. Voices of the long dead screaming in his ears.

Something hot was streaming from his eyes. He choked on tears. The black dust of bodies clogged his throat like soot. He couldn’t breathe.

More pain. Stronger this time. Like an explosion in his head. A firework bursting behind his eyes, showering him in red. Darkness all around him, inside him, rolling from him in thick pulses. Alive. Eating him alive. A burning rupture of pain in his stomach. Vision flashing white and black and red. His head was reeling. More voices. The price for the blood on his hands.

He doubled over, and was vaguely aware of a scream clawing its way out of his throat. 

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When he slipped back into consciousness, Xiao found himself on a mattress. He forced weighty eyelids open and surmised by the familiar floorboards and scent of sandbearer wood that this was most likely one of the guest rooms in Wangshu Inn. The sky outside the window was a pale pink splashed with orange: sunrise.

He tried to sit up, only for his limbs to scream in protest. He fell back down onto the bed, head still spinning the world into circles.

“Don’t get up yet,” a voice chided from his right. “You need to recover after something like that.”

Craning his neck, Xiao saw you crouching beside the bed. Though your voice was soft as you spoke, the firm line of your lips spoke of your displeasure.

How much of it had you seen? Had he hurt you? How had you even fo—

“An adventurer found you at Qingyun Peak,” you continued, as if reading his mind. “She took you to Bubu Pharmacy and then Baizhu came over and dropped you off without any further elaboration except for a stupidly overpriced medication…” You trailed off, the fiddling of your hands betraying your concern. There was a silence, too long, that spanned between you. Xiao was looking at a spot on the floor. He didn’t want to meet your eyes.

“That was… your karmic debt, right?” you asked quietly. Xiao dipped his head in the fraction of a nod. 

How shameful. 

“You should not have had to see me like that,” he mumbled. His tone was bitter, but the sharpness was directed at himself more than you. “I apologise.”

“No, it’s… if anything, I should have known more about it earlier.”

Xiao shook his head resolutely. “My karmic debt is dangerous for mortals. Merely being around me at that time would be too much for you. And…” he scowled at himself, and mumbled quietly, “you should not have to see me so weak.” He spat out the word like saying it left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I would rather see you weak in front of me than suffering alone on some mountaintop.”

“No,” he said. “Weakness is for mortals. I should not have it at all, much less allow others to… observeit.”

Memories of his karmic debt flashed in his mind, and he suppressed a shudder. There was still a slight pulsing in his head. In truth, it never really went away. 

Xiao was repulsed by himself. You may forgive him for his vulnerability, but he would never do the same. He had let his mask slip around you. He had shown you the monster he was and still could be. The crazed, weakened monster with a mind lost to torture.

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Why not?”

He clenched his eyes shut. “Because I have to be strong,” he muttered through gritted teeth. It was a fight to keep his voice from shaking. At his side, his hand balled into a trembling fist. “For Liyue. For its people. For you.”

You were silent, but Xiao felt a hand close around his own. When you spoke his name after a moment, he stiffened and angled his face away from you.

“Xiao, look at me,” you repeated, firmness within the gentle tone of your voice. 

He hesitated, then slowly turned his eyes to meet yours. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and said quietly, “Nobody can be strong forever. No matter how brave or skilled you may be. Even the best of us have to be weak sometimes.” The look in your eyes softened. “Even you.”

He clenched his jaw, tight, and pulled his hand back to his side. “No. You do not understand. In my line of duty, weakness is death.” Then he muttered, so quietly that you almost missed it, “That is how the other yakshas met their end.”

“It doesn’t have to be yours,” you frowned. “Just let yourself be human, Xiao. For your own sake. The wars of the past are over, and you can rest now. You don’t have to keep denying—“

“I’m not denying anything,” he snapped. The frost in his eyes chilled you. “I am not human. I am a weapon, made for slaughter, not to… feel.”

“Nobody is saying that except for you.”

“Then they are fools. As long as any monsters still exist in Liyue, my duty is not fulfilled.”

He heard you sigh sharply through your nose. “Humans are able to defend themselves, Xiao,” you said, an element of frustration rising in your voice. “We’re not helpless anymore.”

He scowled. Could you not understand that this was the very reason for his existence? That he was built for killing, not frolicking around like mortals? Why were you pressing so hard to deny this fact?

“Do you not see?” he growled. “People will die if I can’t be strong.”

“And you’ll die if you don’t learn how to be weak!”

The outburst left you before you could hold it back. Xiao fell silent, staring at you with affronted perplexity. A hot sting pricked your eyes and a fire burned in your throat. You sighed to compose yourself and continued slowly, trying to flatten the quaver in your voice.

“The adventurer who found you said you looked half-dead. So what I mean is… you can’t keep going like this. Fighting until you… break. Throwing yourself out on the front lines because you’re so sure that nobody will care when you’re gone.” There was a fracture in your voice, and you swallowed. He saw the rise and fall of your shoulders as you forced out a shaking sigh. “Well, guess what? I care. And I will notstand by and watch as you drive yourself to death.”

Xiao’s skin prickled. A memory he had thought long forgotten surfaced in his mind. 

A deep voice, chiding him like a brother. The weight of a large hand on his shoulder.

“You really should relax more, Alatus. You don’t have to be so pent-up all the time.”

“Yeah! We’re here for you, you know?” A higher voice, and a bright smile beneath a mane of fiery hair. “The least you could do is give us a smile now and again.”

Chuckles from all around, and a young General Alatus stiffening with embarrassment.

He forced down what felt like a lump of broken glass in his throat. A crack splintered inside his chest, and he clenched his fist to force the feeling down. Nails dug into skin, but the crack remained stubbornly in place, aching. 

“So please, Xiao,” you whispered. “Let yourself be weak. Just for a day.”

With those words, the walls he had built around himself— those tall, impermeable walls which had always guarded the burden of his heart so closely— shattered like porcelain. 

The dam always holding them back in pieces, a thousand years of torment came rushing back to him in a flood.

Xiao felt a bead of salty water land on his hand. Then a second came, and a third after that. A whimper slipped from his lips before he could stop it. He clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling the edges of his fingers grow damp with tears. The sting in his heart was tender and aching; a wound left untreated for millennia too long.

His shoulders began to quake, first with silent weeping, then with heavy sobs that wracked his whole body and tore through him like a hurricane, wringing the breath from his lungs and leaving him choking for air.

An arm encircled his trembling body and held him silently. Xiao pounced upon the gesture as if for dear life, clutching your torso with such a desperate strength that the pressure of his grip threatened to crush your ribs. So long he had spent protecting others, with not one soul to protect him. After such time, even one fleeting embrace was enough, and now he was terrified to let go. To be all alone. Again.

Sob after heaving sob left him, raw and broken, and his tears pooled into a damp spot on your clothing. You combed a hand through his hair, and felt your own heart ache for the yaksha who had never been taught how to feel. Xiao buried his face further into the fabric of your clothing and clenched it so tightly in his fists that his knuckles turned white. 

In a voice barely above a whisper, he choked out, “It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you whispered back. Then you pulled him closer still, and held him in silence.

That night, Xiao was no yaksha. Nor was he the Conqueror of Demons, or a slaughterer, or a protector of Liyue. That night, he was a boy, lost and afraid, crying for innocence stolen from him aeons ago.

And for the first time in far, far too long, Xiao allowed himself to be weak.

absolutely certain

Genre: sfw, fluff/angst (some difficult personality traits are mentioned)

 – a few head-canons that I think are 100000% true and you cannot convince me otherwise - hazel is *checks title*  (not edited) 

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli 

Character x GN Reader | Anthology 

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hii, how r u?

these days i have a bit of a baby fever so 😶‍🌫️ can i request childe, xiao and zhongli looking after their baby with their s/o (separately)? thank you!!!

fandom: genshin impact characters: childe, xiao, zhongli reader type: female summary: babies are tiny, cute, and noisy, and vulnerable, and soft, and if you see one, it's only natural you want to take care of them, or at the very least hope they're not in any discomfort. how do they look after their baby with you? genre: general, fluff, family-centric warnings: female reader, children, you and the characters are married notes: aaa, i loved making these ones! i needed some softness TwT

Childe.

He k n o w s his way around children! You can rest assured, he will always know what to do in any situation!

Your baby has the softest clothes and blankets and pillows and plushies, he WILL start spoiling your little one since the first minute.

He gets so hyper and soft when it's about your baby, it's endearing seeing him baby-talk to your little one and making them laugh and smile while he holds them.

When it comes to changing diapers, preparing meals, or bathing your baby, he's always there to help you (when he's around).

His job keeps him from being the type of father and husband he'd like to be, so he just doubles his efforts when he can spend long times with you!

That means, if baby wakes up in the middle of the night and you're just so tired all you want is sleep, Childe's got you covered!

He'll get up to take care of the baby until they fall asleep again and might also fall asleep in an uncomfortable position near the crib if it took too long for the baby to go back to sleep.

He's really the biggest fan of you and your baby, makes sure to capture each and every possible moment with a Kamera and keeps all the pictures in an album!

Will be very overprotective, if he can't be around he assings fatui agents that he trusts and have them be always nearby to watch over you and protect you or just run errands for you if you need anything.

He also tries his best to not be too reckless in battle, he wouldn't want to leave you or his child to fend for yourselves, after all!

In the unlikely case something terrible did end up happening to him, he already has a separate bank account he puts a lot of money in so he can make sure you won't be on your own if anything does happen.

Will also tell the child that he's a toyseller when the kid is old enough to ask about his profession. He wants to protect their innocence for as long as he can.

Xiao.

Seven Archons please help this man. He has zero idea how to treat people like, well, normal humans like you do. And now he has to look after a super tiny person? A baby? What do you do to a baby? What do you do with a baby?

I'm very sure he did research asking people he trusted and reading any book on the topic he could find, but when it comes to actually looking after the baby, his mind is empty.

Why do babies have to be so tiny and fragile.

He's spending less time on demon-hunting duty because there's absolutely no way he's letting you overexert yourself between resting after giving birth, caring for the baby and going back to work- let him support you and don't be stubborn!

Changing diapers isn't disgusting to him, it was just very confusing at first, but he soon got the hang of it.

He mostly stays in the sidelines when it comes to baths and feeding the baby, but he can prepare the food if you give him the proper instructions.

He won't admit it, but he lowkey got sad when you told him that your baby couldn't eat almond tofu just yet, he wants to share one of his little joys with his dear baby!

Xiao doesn't sleep, so logically, one would think that if he's around, then he wouldn't wake you up and take care of the baby instead, but it's actually not so common.

Most of the time, night is when he has to leave to tend to the duties he didn't do for the rest of the day, and he feels bad about it because he doesn't want to neglect his family and at the same time can't bring himself to stop doing his work.

That, and he's also incredibly anxious about anything refering to your child. Sure, throughout the day, even if you're busy at work, he can stay with the baby and if he runs into any trouble he can always ask for help from the inn boss, or if you're not so busy, he can ask you for help. There's always someone "safer" for the child to be around if his karma starts acting up.

At night he has no one to turn to, except you. So in especially rough nights, he wakes you up so you can help your baby.

He loves you and your child too much to put you or them in risk. Sometimes, protecting and caring for you two means that he has to be away until he's gotten things under control again.

But, he loves your child a lot. He really likes holding them in his arms, and also loves to play with them when they're a bit older.

TLDR he might be clumsy, and he learns quickly, but he's also very scared so don't leave him alone for too long.

Zhongli

He kind of knows and kind of doesn't know how to look after your little baby.

He has the knowledge, of course! But he also has these moments in which he doesn't exactly know how to apply it- luckily, you're around whenever that happens!

He's going to be THE most patient parent you'll ever see. He understands that babies are a lot of work, and that at times they won't stop crying and they can't really help it, so he's the most patient you'll ever see him being with his baby.

His voice is soothing, it will easily lull your little one to sleep!

Changes diapers like a pro after a couple tries.

He might be the one to give you tips on how to make the best baby food with the most nutritional value for a child at the age of yours and will tell you the history behind traditional baby foods and related trivia.

If your baby was sitting nearby on a baby chair you might have to wake them up to feed them tbh

Another super protective dad, won't let anything or anyone harm you or your little one in any way shape or form.

Goes out on walks with you and the baby and LOVES having them in his arms.

Even if you have a baby car, he wants to carry your baby in his arms and show them around his beloved city, even if the baby can barely talk he'll introduce them to everything!

One of the first words of your baby might be a badly pronounced big word because of Zhongli's large vocabulary

Zhongli will read bedtime stories for your baby, and for you too, since the crib is in your room.

He's very good at looking after the baby, probably the best of these three!

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