Okay But But But

okay but but but

i want to kiss zhongli. like, i want to know what it’s like to stand on a bridge over a stream as the reader has their first kiss with them in the golden rays of the sunset.

i want to confess to him poetically in hopes to woo him. uavaizvdjabahavghqvahsa i love himpls

A/n: jaiwjwwj Felt that, fr though where can we find a man like him pls. got me googling Zhongli bf. Anyways - this may be one of my favorite drabbles for him :') Made some changes the scenery, hope you don't mind. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request too! <3 and- Happy Birthday, Zhongli!!🌙✨

Contents: fluff, use of (Y/N), gender neutral

"Zhongli.."

The towering figure stopped halfway across the bridge, his brow rising in inquiry as he turned his body to look at you.

"Yes? Is something the matter?" The deep soft timbre of his voice called back, alluring and warm, welcoming in all the senses of the word. Yet, your heart picked up its beat unusually so, and you knew the reason why. He saw the concern lay in your eyes, mingling with other emotions he could not recognize in the moment and the downward tug at your lips had his heart clenching. A flurry of thoughts hailed in your mind and it took effect on your body, tensing your shoulders and your hands you held together. Zhongli fully turned to face you, closing the distance between you and giving you an even more worried look when he heard your nervous chuckle.

"I have.. something to tell you. Will you please listen to me? I will not hold you for much longer, but I simply need to get this off of my chest" - you spoke at long last after clearing your throat, the nervous smile not quite reaching your eyes, and surely being the opposite of convincing. You look up at him, finding him nodding firmly, the answer already inscribed in his eyes before he even said it - “Of course, I will always hear you out”.

And there it is again, the pipsqueak voice at the back of your mind, screaming in anticipation and cheering and causing a cacophony of sounds you couldn't focus on all at once. His gloved hands brush against yours as he takes them in, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles in hopes to comfort you, to ease whatever burden that weighs your soul down. “What troubles you, my dear..?”

A faint choked sound rasps against your throat before you forcefully clear your airways again, smiling all the while as if to comfort both of you. “I just.. have been feeling very odd recently… And for a while I didn't know why, it confused me a lot and it was the reason why I was so.. blue and distant, I suppose I can describe it like that. But now, I believe I know the reason why. And I am ready to confront it” - you began, voice evened out but breath shaky. Zhongli nods again, patient. You wanted to continue, but a ship with no wind is a slow one, and the light shine of relief in Zhongli's eyes acts as a further anchor. After a pause he dares to be pushy - “Well, what is it?” And the look on his face is hardly the face of a hard man some described him to be.

Staring at him, locking your eyes onto his - those eyes you loved so dearly you dreamed many a night of them - you can see concern fill in them once more. But he is keeping his composure. For you. And warmth floods you with that thought, setting fire beneath the soles of your feet and adrenaline flows through your veins.

“Zhongli..” you breathe out. His head perks up again at the call of his name and he blinks at you when your palm rests against his cheek. It felt too sudden, but it felt right.

“People say you go alone if you want to go fast, don't they? I heard it a long while ago.. And until now I went by that.. But lately, I found myself questioning my ways, my routine and if that is really what I wanted. The reason I was not feeling myself was because I was uncertain of my emotions. .. Not simply for my work and life, but for a certain someone. Because, people also say.. you go together if you wish to go far. Never have I thought of it that much. But having met you, and spoken to you night after night and day after day, sharing drinks and food and stories and so much more, I came to understand I wanted to go far with you, Zhongli. And you.. You may deny it but you are the best thing that I have come across in my life, you have a big heart, and you never looked quite as handsome and beautiful as you do under the moon- Zhongli…” you pause to breathe, and only then notice the faint appearance of a smile across his lips while his eyes widened. You hurry, perhaps nervous your courage would flee or that he would interrupt you, for you failed to feel the way his grip tightened on you, and his eyes glazed the more you spoke.

“I wish to love you, and to be with you and be loved by you…if you are to accept it. Forever, if we can. Until the hills go flat and until the rivers dry and it snows in summer.. I love you, Zhongli” - you finish, but wish to speak more as you finally found your winds, propelling you onward. But as you go to open your mouth again, the man before you takes your hands in his again and brings them to his lips. Peppering them with kisses he silences you and chuckles, in disbelief at what his ears reported to him. His heart is racing just as yours is - a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless, and you unearthed it long ago.

“In all my years.. and not a single confession as pure as this..” he muttered, smiling against your hand before he brought your knuckles to his forehead, cherishing the feeling and subtly praising you with the gesture. “(Y/N), you truly mean what you said?” he asked softly as he picked up his gaze.

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't have given my breath to those words.. I mean every word.” with that confirmation his eyes shined, and for a moment you thought you saw tears reflect on his lash line. Not only have you ignored your heart and breath, but you failed to notice the tears that gathered in your eyes. Zhongli brings his hands beneath your eye and sweeps his thumb under it, being so gentle in doing so.

"I've been mortal, or so I wish I could say certainly…But some part of me is mortal now, I'm no longer like my fellow Adepti.." - he chuckled faintly, the words slipping off of his tongue like honey even in his light unease. His hands held yours, letting them hang between your bodies languidly as he gazed down at your eyes. Not even the silver lamp of the moon could hide the darkening of your cheeks, but it made it all more endearing to watch for the old Archon. “My dear (Y/N)...” he sighed softly, looking at you in pause as you wondered of his answer.

“What is it..?”

“I love you, as well. And wish to spend my days with you, as much as time allows it. I never would think you shared the same feelings as I, truly - but for once I am more than joyous to see how foolish I was.. in a way. But I could have held you sooner if I thought about it and if I came to you before about this... (Y/N), will you be with me? Be mine?”

Your eyes widened, and your grin spreads up to your cheeks and his own expressions reflected the crinkling of your eyes, the pure mirth that shined. “Yes! I will, I…” you exclaim, perhaps a bit too loudly for the quiet environment, but you knew that the only witness to your love now was the full moon itself, and you knew the moon wouldn't mind.

“May I, then?” - he inquired, his hands sliding to your waist and like puzzle pieces coming together, your arms circled his neck out of pure nature. The affection didn't feel foreign nor strange. It felt homely. It was warm and made you crave more. No other embrace you gave him felt as wholly as this, now with both of your emotions on display.

He sees you nod, and your eyes tell him all else. Zhongli dips his head down and you meet him halfway, brushing your lips against his as well as your nose, before molding your lips into one.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

can you write tighnari x reader whos really into marine biology but also has a tendency to ramble (also has adhd) so they ramble about marine animals to him? especially predators like sharks or coral reefs or predatory fish? idk if i explained that well but i hope i did! thank u!

A/n: I hope I did the reader and Tighnari justice in this one, and I hope what the reader said about the marine life makes sense 👀 Here's a quick drabble for you, I loved working on this one

Genre: drabble fluff, no warnings

Character: Tighnari x gn reader

“-and sharks have very sensitive styles of living and need that big space to live comfortably. That's why you never see them in aquariums or any enclosed space, they are very hard to maintain and there is a huge probability they may end up suffering and dying.. But the lack of these animals in captivity makes everyone believe that they are even more disastrous and blood-thirsty when they are not” Your sigh of both disappointment and displeasure makes the long tar ear twitch on top of Tighanri's head as he listens to you ramble. He has long since finished the task of watering the window sill plants he kept, having put them all back into their respective places, and now he has found himself leaning back against his work-desk, facing you.

The corners of his lips pull up in a warm smile, giving you silent encouragement when your tired eyes met his, and they brightened whenever yours did. As a fellow someone who specialized in one branch of wildlife and nature, he understood the sentimental side of that knowledge. You two would often babble on and on about your respective research and work zones, listening to one another and offering what feedback you could a lot of the times, but sometimes - all one of you needed was someone willing to listen. And Tighnari was the person always willing to lend you his ear.

“Such misunderstandings are not uncommon among the citizens. One misconception may lead to a plethora of misinformation down the road, no matter how someone may want to correct it. But one thing does stand - it's that sharks can be quite scary..well, they are the predators of the ocean, and being fearful of them is natural. It is very easy for a common person to not handle an encounter with one correctly” Tighnari spoke after he saw you struggle for words, scratching your head as many more rants and info-dumps circled your mind. You can feel his presence draw near and his hand wrap around yours. His fingers easily slide into slots between yours, his warm skin and brush of nails bringing a sense of ease and comfort.

“I know.. It is all to be expected, and I cant blame the people for it. But they are such interesting creatures- all of the ocean system actually. It's all so closely tied, from the reefs supplying the environment, to the krill and to the top predators of all the oceans. I mean come on… haha. It's like a big.. complex piece of art” you both exchange an entertained, tender laugh, as you brought your other hand to mingle with him, now fully facing him. You knew he was willing to listen to you through the entire night if it meant you would be at ease in the morning to come. He was willing to sacrifice his own rest if it meant you two would glean more information from the other's work life, interests and hobbies. Tighnari did not mind, but you had to admit it had become too late from the time you began your talk about sea-shells and fish.

“Heh- it is. And the way you speak about it gives it an even magical touch. Which is a bit rare in the research field where everyone is so… tight to the facts” Tighnari softly praised, and although he was that type to stick to facts and the hard truth - even he got tired of the lack of sensitivity most of these researchers and scientists had. You were a wonderful exception, and he made sure to praise you throughout interactions with other people do. Fine art must be complimented, and just like you can't stop praising this work of art of the ocean, Tighnari can't stop spouting sweet words about you.

“Ah.. you're just saying that to shut me up faster, aren't you?” you chuckle at him, and his ears and tail stiffen, his eyes widening slightly, but he quickly catches wind of your teasing and lowers his guard, responding with a smug “Oh, yes. You just talk too much, and I just loathe to listen to some salty fish with big eyes'". He feigns a grunt when you smack his arm playfully, but he can't help but to laugh.

“You got stuck on that conversation about that coral reef near Port Ormos. Are there any new research missions being carried out?” he softly asked after he had closed in to kiss you on the forehead, leading you to the bed by your hands.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

to whoever needs this right now…

your comfort character is so damn proud of you and the person you’ve become.

your comfort character would choose you first. no matter the circumstances.

your comfort character would drop everything to help you when you’re feeling sad, unloved or lonely.

your comfort character would walk to the ends of the earth if it meant seeing you happy.

your comfort character thinks you are the most stunning person in the universe. that new outfit you don’t think you look good in? they’d fight you just to prove just the opposite, to prove how beautiful/handsome/attractive you are - inside and out.

your comfort character can’t help but look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

your comfort character is always there if you need to get away. bad home life? they’ve got you. friend troubles? they’re on their way as we speak. just having a rough day? not to worry, they’re here to calm you down.

your comfort character always listens to what you have to say. they’d yell for everyone to shut up so you could have your turn to talk, no matter the topic.

your comfort character never lets you walk behind everyone on the sidewalk. they’re right beside you, always.

your comfort character loves you more than anything in this world. they think you’re the strongest person they’ve ever met, and hope that you always keep fighting.

Good day or morning to you all

Here's a treat for all us Zhongli lovers <3

I have no regrets

This is so beautifully written, I'm in love with this piece. Ndownekee helelmee

The tenderness, Zhongli just yearning for the feeling of humanity-😭 I'm a sucker for this fic

◊ title:: seen

◊ pairing:: zhongli x f!reader

◊ wc:: 1.9k

◊ warnings:: nsfw. mdni. mentions: war, blood.

◊ a/n:: my first nsfw zhongli piece. i love this man fiercely - every. last. inch. of him.

your relationship with zhongli began as one of acquaintances, but quickly and effortlessly turned into a fond friendship. it didn’t take long for both of you to act on your mutual attraction and for months now you’ve had…something…with him.

you’ve spent time together with increasing frequency: taking long walks in the outskirts of liyue when time allows, enjoying long, fascinating conversations that keep you both up until ungodly hours of the night, and sharing moments of physical intimacy. chaste kisses have turned hot and passionate. wandering mouths and hands. you’ve spent him with your hand numerous times, turning the inside of his pants creamy white just as he has done to you. in the beginning, you’d asked him a couple of times to take his gloves off, to touch you skin to skin but he would suddenly withdraw every time, leaving both of you panting and needy with no release.

you didn’t know why - he refused to talk about it. your best guess was that his hands were littered with unsightly scars, about which he was terribly self-conscious. but you stopped bringing it up months ago, deciding that his gloved touch was better than his absent touch. no matter how fiercely the raging fire in your loins burned for him, however, so long as he couldn’t be naked with you, you’d never let him bed you.

the markings on zhongli’s skin have been with him over the millennia, even after stepping down as the geo archon and relinquishing the title of rex lapis. shirking his identity as morax did nothing to rid him of his physical appearance, leaving him with the permanent, heavy reminder of his godship. he just wants to be a man now, to have a human experience; to just be himself, free from stifling decorum and tremendous responsibility.

he longs to show himself to you, to be honest and transparent about who he is but the fear of what you might think of him when you see him - all of him - when you discover who, no, what he was has been holding him back. recently, however, he has given it much thought and reasons that if exposing himself revolts you, it’s better to rip off the bandage, as it were - to get it over with so you can both go your separate ways before either of you get too invested or hurt too badly.

as far as zhongli is concerned, your likely rejection is all but a foregone conclusion, and damage control is the best he can hope for.

a night on the town ends like so many before, on top of your bed, tongues swirling and zhongli’s hips nestled between your open thighs, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing clit. his slacks are darkened where his girth pushes painfully against the fabric - a sinful mixture of your slick and his prespend. a few feet away, his coat hangs atop yours over the back of your sitting chair; his shoes sit neatly underneath. leave it to zhongli to keep order even as his carnal urges take hold. 

pushing himself off you, zhongli kneels between your legs and rids himself of his tie and waistcoat. he watches you carefully to gauge your reaction as he takes his rings off of his thumbs. your heart leaps with anticipation when he begins to loosen the thin, black barrier from his fingers until a couple of deliberate tugs are all that’s needed to free his hands.

rough and battle-worn, they all but glow with a complexion of brilliant gold. the former archon feels naked; revealing his discolored flesh to you is just like being in a state of undress. your eyes widen, making zhongli feel the urge to pull away and cover his skin again. you open your mouth and look up at him, speechlessly searching his eager gaze, but for what? an explanation? confirmation of his suspected identity? so many questions churn through your mind, but there will be time for that later.

it warms your heart to see the man formerly known as morax, once feared by legions of warriors, standing before you, vulnerable and insecure as you admire the same hands that wiped them out long ago. you take both his hands in yours, turning them over before bringing one to your cheek, holding it against your warm skin as you press your lips to his palm.

zhongli releases his bated breath, watching adoration fill your eyes as your curious fingers meander into the long sleeves of his dress shirt. his heart quickens as you expose his wrists, the skin gradually darkening to match the ore of his old namesake. your eyes find his again as you gingerly bring your fingers to the collar of his shirt. 

“may i?”

“y-yes,” he says, closing his eyes as you begin to unfasten the buttons, starting at his collar and working your way down at an unhurried pace. the simple act causes his adam’s apple to dip under your touch and his member to twitch inside his slacks. his naked chest rises and falls, the skin there pale and unremarkable save for a small patch of dark hair. it tickles your soft lips as you kiss his flesh, his pectorals flexing at your unexpected but very much welcomed affection.

you finish with the final button, your covetous eyes taking in every ridge and valley of his musculature. zhongli shudders as your hands explore his stomach beneath the beige linen, the heat of his skin seeping into your fingertips as they traverse the length of his torso. reaching up, you slip your hands into his shirt just beneath the collar and begin to push the expensive material away from his shoulders. it falls away, down his perfectly toned arms, uncovering what the lore describes with surprising accuracy. 

intricate vein-like lines thread their way upwards along his battle-carved arms, etched into his flesh like the stone he once commanded. from his wrists to his shoulders, the graduation of colors reminds you of the forging of a new weapon in fierce heat. along his forearms of scorching amber and biceps of carbonized iron, geometric patterns glow with the same color and intensity as his bright, golden hands. his shoulders are just this side of black; dark brown like old soil, dense and compacted by the weight of the world and centuries of war pounded into them.

you see him. nearly every human to have existed in the past few thousand years would recognize his distinct markings anywhere. you now know who he used to be, but do you see him as the man who stands before you in this moment, or as the god who greedily ended entire civilizations?

“this changes nothing,” you murmur, sensing his needless worry. “zhongli,” you bring your hand to his face and ghost your lips below his ear, “do you not know by now that i can read you like one of your myriad books?” his breath is warm against your cheek when you press your mouth to the corner of his lips, whispering tenderly. “the color of your skin will not stop me from seeing right through to the core of you. you are a beautiful man, inside and out.”

zhongli’s heart rattles his ribcage, beating so hard like it’s trying to escape his chest to get at you. all the air rushes from his lungs as he turns his head to kiss you properly, devouring the taste of your lips.

you reach back and unzip your dress, letting it fall to expose your flushed breasts before guiding zhongli’s xanthous hands to them, wordlessly encouraging him to touch you. liberated from months of bridled desire, he cups and squeezes your soft flesh, a string of saliva snapping between your lips when he lowers his mouth to your tit. he suckles and swirls his velvety tongue around your pebbled nipple as his hands grab and pull your waist closer. he relishes the soft moan that you reward him with, yearning to hear other sounds he might be able to coax from your pretty mouth.

your wandering hand finds and squeezes his erect cock, aching and jumping at your touch. he sits back on his haunches, his breaths coming hard and fast through open lips. you watch his golden, elegant fingers unbuckle his belt and open his uncomfortably tight trousers before leaning over your body again.

you’re both locked in a desperate kiss when you reach down and slide your fingers inside his waistband, feeling the familiar heat of his impressive length as you free him. the resounding depth of zhongli’s voice when he groans into your mouth has you clenching around nothing. he so urgently removes your dress that the fabric rips in a few places, eliciting a pitiful whine from you at the sudden glimpse of morax’s deep-seated power emerging with his need.

with your fingers indisposed, fisted in his amber-tipped locks, you resort to unsuccessfully pushing his pants down his thighs with your toes. he takes over, making no waste of time working them down his legs, growling in frustration when they briefly get stuck around one of his ankles. you snicker at his plight and he gives up.

“good enough,” he huffs with a smile before settling between your legs, pants long forgotten when his naked cock nestles against your cunt for the first time.

your eyelids slide closed, zhongli taking advantage of your exposed neck when you roll your head back at the feeling of his hardness dragging against your slippery clit. your inner thighs hug his naked hips as he sucks and nips at your pulse point. he hasn’t even entered you and you’re already so close to your climax.

zhongli reaches between your bodies and rubs the throbbing head of his cock along your wet slit before nudging at your entrance, your hips rising off the bed to meet him. your walls spread around him as he pushes inside you, coaxing a long, low moan from his parted lips.

“archons, yes…” you sigh, your mouth hanging open at the exquisite stretch zhongli’s thick girth provides as he fully sheathes himself inside your heat. you paw at his black shoulders, his muscles dimpling under the pressure of your fingertips when he begins to move with slow, shallow thrusts.

the same golden fingers that slayed gods centuries ago now brush stray locks of your hair from your face with tender care. you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him fast to your body as though he might disappear if you let him go. 

“i have wanted you like this for so long…” he mutters against the damp skin of your neck, his movements gaining in speed and depth. there are a thousand things you want to say to him, but his sculpting of your insides to fit his shape has left you breathless and unable to form a single coherent thought.

he raises up onto his arms and laces his glowing fingers between yours, gently pressing your hands into the bedding on either side of your beautiful face. watching your body move with his, zhongli is filled with deep satisfaction and the first flutterings of love at the edges of his heart.

you turn your head to press your open lips to the warm, dark skin of his bare arm, quietly gasping his name as his erect length drags sweetly along the wet walls of your core. your soft skin pressed so intimately with his - stained with earth and the blood of many men - confers your approval of his naked form with far more eloquence than any words ever could. your full acceptance of his true self turns his gaze from his lonely past. his focus now lies ahead and all he can see before him is his future with you by his side.

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