Hello, Sorry If This Request Doesnt Make Sense But I Was Wondering If You Could Do Headcanons For Tighnari,

Hello, sorry if this request doesn’t make sense but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Tighnari, Alhaitham, Cyno, and Kaveh (you can just pick one if that’s to many) with a reader who has a younger sister who’s like 14 who that they take care of since they don’t have parents, thank you for your time

A/n: Hello! My apologies for this taking so long, some things ended up popping up. But, I do hope you enjoy these. Just them interacting with your sister. Wholesome stuff. I didn't include Kaveh in this one, simply because I don't feel too secure yet in writing him, but once I know him better I'll see to do a follow up 👀 These are not completely proof read

Characters: Tighnari, Cyno, Al-Haitham

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Tighnari:

- Tighnari is arguably the best when it comes to dealing with anyone young. He's got the patience and the needed gentle, but sturdy hand. It's like this with pretty much any kid he comes across, but seeing how close he is with you he takes this even more seriously

- He's caring with your sister from the start, politely introducing himself to her and starting a relaxing chit-chat with her while you go about your business if you're in a rush. He really doesn't mind watching over her as long as he's not in a pinch with the rangers and patrols

- She reminds him of Collei, in a way. He doesn't quite understand why but he pinpoints it onto their shared curiosities for his work. Both girls seem to linger at his back and watch him (and his ears) as he handles plants and papers. He indulges them a little, having them believe that he has not noticed on their clear spying

- Tighnari shares his knowledge with your sister, he enjoys it truly. He loves to share the knowledge that may as well help an individual out - and if your sister decides she wants to be a ranger or some form of biologist, you have Tighnari to blame, or thank. He brings out some specimens to show her if a physical presentation is necessary, or he recommends books for her to read if she's willing to delve further into the subject

- Isn't surprised when she eventually asks to pet his ears or rub his tail. He could practically hear her thoughts when she first met him, but she seemed to refrain from asking on the first meeting. Tighnari would bow down slightly or instruct her to climb up higher if she is really short, and even if she tugged a little, he wouldn't seriously scold her, just warn her not to do it again. Tighnari gives her a small warning just to not be too rough beforehand and that "It's just like any dog or cat's ears", but your sister just seems to find his ears the most special

- It is also no issue if your sister has to stay with him for some time, nights or even weeks if Mora is tight, he would help you both out in any way he can. He has Collei to keep your sister company too, since there is so much he can do as an older person in your sister's life. Collei and she seem to get along very well, so there is no issue regarding their friendship

Cyno:

- Now, it takes Cyno quite some time to come around to have the time to meet your sister. So all she knew about him was what she could hear from merchants or Akademiya students. All the terrible rumors also stick, so it's no wonder when she appears to be too nervous to meet him when you brought it up. She would need some confirmation and encouragement that, no, General Mahamatra is not as the boogeyman most describe him as

- Cyno may come off as unfeeling on the first go, as he is the man of analytical mind and one that isn't too in-tune with his emotions naturally, but also since his job does not allow for such soft sympathies. So the conversation may feel a bit tense or awkward when he sees that his ways are pulling too hard on the reins, and that your sister is tense or even uncomfortable

- He would definitely crack several jokes to cheer her up, and somehow- miraculously - your sister feels at ease when Cyno rushes to tell the jokes and explain them. Her laugh brings a wave of relief to Cyno, he may even mutter something and just exhale loudly before indulging in some food to take a reprieve. This man has the best intentions - please, give him a hand, he is a bit slow with sentimental things

-Now, for later interactions between him and your sister, they all become a lot more casual and friendly, your sister would put a lot of trust in him. If his reputation was not enough to guarantee reliability, the friendship they build over time is. She is much more often with him, and some may look weirdly at your sister and Cyno if they see her talking her mouth off about some off-topic with him wearing a faint smile as they go to find you

-It is a cute sight honestly. And also - Cyno has a habit of picking up small trinkets on his way. It can be anything small as a crystalized shard from the dunes, or some luxurious looking missing vase from the forest, and he brings them all back to you and your sister - giving more romantic gifts to you behind your sister's back

Al-Haitham:

-Is the most jaded out of these three. He is not easily affected by emotions, and as such he can come off as quite rude to others around him, or too strict or too stern. It takes him the longest to get the gist of the kids these days, but he does try. He is incredibly understanding despite outwards impressions, and he understands the struggles you both are going through and he does try his best when he ends up with your sister in his care

-Taking the analytical approach all the time proves not to be affective all the time - and this is something Al-Haitham gets to understand later down the line as he gets closer to your sister

-Similar to Cyno, he attempts to remedy awkward situations with some form of jokes, but his humor at the start just is too stern for a child. His jokes needs more working on than Cyno's. But Al-Haitham is adaptable, and he picks up the humor of the kids at that time and slowly this goes into his advantage when he tells these jokes and funny riddles to your sister

-He is quite protective of your sister from the get-go. Seeing as she is an important part of your family, the last of it, he takes it very, very seriously that your sister is safe and out of harms way. Although the other two on this list are also very defensive of your sister, they are much more calm about it and more casual

-Al-Haitham is very observant, and when you sister is in his care he always has his eyes on her, he makes sure she stays in his field of vision where the space is clear and if any changes happen that could be harmful - he would know

- Just as willing to lend his hand in academic knowledge on all sorts of topics. If you woke him up in the night to ask him about all sorts of academic positions within the Akademiya and what they all do, he would break out into an explanation without any questions, and would go to sleep right afterwards. So if your sister came to him for help, he would do his best to simplify the knowledge so she can better understand. He is very open to any questions, but if your sister did end up asking some silly question he would give her a silly answer before elaborating further, unless she caught onto it herself

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Your late 20s are not old and there is still lots of time left at 26 or 27 or 30. You haven't wasted your potential. Not me tho im running out of time by the day

There are some characters I’m so defensive of that I unfollow blogs for being Wrong about them like I do not need your terrible opinions in my life

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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This is so sweet 😭<3 I love him,

wintertime cuddles ❄️

Nothing better than snuggling with Zhongli on a cold winter’s day.

Fluff, tenderness, just kissing and cuddling Zhongli on the couch <3

There is tea, there are blankets, and there is Zhongli.

It does not snow in Liyue, but it certainly gets cold during winter. Especially when the sun has dipped down into the clear sea, bleeding out its final rays of molten gold, allowing the moon to make its icy ascent. The air disrobes itself of its warmth, biting anyone who decides to venture out. 

The cold aside, it is a beautiful evening like any other in Liyue.

You choose to spend it indoors on the sofa with your lover, sipping tea and basking in each other’s presence. Not to mention the cuddles to be had on cold days like these, where physical proximity solves all issues one may have.

Your cheek is pressed against Zhongli’s, and a sigh of contentment escapes your lips as he pulls your body even closer. The blanket that covers you both is a lovely, thick brown comforter, but even its softness pales in comparison to that of Zhongli’s lips. Tender kisses are trailed along your skin, and he nuzzles you affectionately when you kiss him back. 

He shifts slightly for your comfort, tilting your chin up for another one of his gentle kisses. His hands are warm, partly an aftereffect of the cup of tea he had held seconds prior, but mostly due to his own inner fire. 

His lips ghost over your neck, warm breaths coating the skin in gentle puffs. He kisses you there once, twice, thrice, until your contented sighs mingle with his. 

“You’re so warm…” you breathe, gazing up adoringly into Zhongli’s own loving amber eyes. 

He lets out a quiet chuckle as you press further into him, wrapping an arm around you protectively. “Well, I become whatever my beloved needs.”

“So in the summer, will you be made of ice for me?”

“Perhaps,” he says, laughing again. 

You hum, content with that answer, and cup his cheek for a quick kiss. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

You sit in silence for a short while, snuggling while taking sips of tea every now and then. It’s a comfortable silence, but you know Zhongli will be breaking it any minute now.

And that moment comes as he refills his teacup. “How about a story to pass the time?”

“Mm, that would be wonderful,” you say, and Zhongli lets your head rest comfortably on his shoulder as he begins to tell a tale of the past, his words punctuated by kisses here and there while running his fingers through your hair.

Mora For Your Thoughts?

Zhongli is always interested in what you have to say, no matter what it is.

★彡penny for your thoughts, zhongli edition.

"Mora for your thoughts?"

You smile up at your husband, whose question has pulled you out of your midday reverie. Zhongli sets the tea tray he’s been holding on the table, settles beside you on the couch with a tender smile and kisses your cheek, eagerly awaiting your answer.

"Well," you begin, "I was wondering why cats get nine lives, but dogs don't."

Zhongli rubs his chin thoughtfully. "A fascinating question. In fact, I seem to recall a story from centuries past that tells the story of a cat and his dog companion, and how they once compete for immortality." He pauses, knowing that the story will take all evening to narrate - which he will only do if you're fine with it.

You rest your head on his shoulder, knowing full well that any story from Zhongli's internal archives is bound to be a treat. "Go on." There is tea, and there is time.

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"Mora for your thoughts?"

Sitting by the windowsill, you keep your gaze upon the clear sapphire sky up above. "I was just wondering what it would feel like to soar in the sky, unfettered by the troubles of the world below."

Zhongli hums. "If I weren't living strictly as a mortal, I would love to let you ride on my back across the skies."

You turn to him, a big smile on your face. "Wow, really? In your dragon form?"

"Of course, dearest. Though I doubt that would be possible at present, but perhaps one day." He, too, now looks up into the blue, blue sky.

You shake your head. "It's the thought that counts! Just imagining it makes my heart race! I've always wanted to ride you - I...I mean ride on your back while you're in dragon form..."

Zhongli throws his head back and laughs, a pleasant, rumbling baritone that never fails to make butterflies erupt within you. With golden eyes full of mirth, he says, "For now, I shall regale you with descriptions of the sky and clouds from my own experiences. Would you like that?"

"Yes please! Tell me all there is to see and experience alongside the loftiest birds!"

And thus, your husband kisses your forehead and begins to narrate his skyward anecdotes, each description more vivid than the last, until it feels like you are up there in the skies atop a draconic Zhongli, feeling the wind race across your face and the clouds split into tendrils like cotton.

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You narrow your eyes down at the book you're reading, utterly displeased with the direction the author's taking. Though you suppose it's to be expected of a run-of-the-mill romance... still, you sigh and look up from the novel, finding Zhongli's own inquisitive gaze upon you. He is reading a book as well, but for now chooses instead to focus on his beloved.

"Mora for your thoughts?"

You smile at the fondly familiar question. "I just find it frustrating how, in the novel I'm reading, the main character is more attracted to the man with anger issues and a drinking problem, rather than the level-headed and genuinely kind man."

"Ah, a case of second-lead syndrome, hm?"

"Yup," you affirm, and then sigh again, "it wouldn't be so bad if the romance scenes were at least well-written. None of them seem romantically-charged at all. It's frustrating. There's so many things the author could have done..."

"Is that so?" Zhongli sets aside his book, his eyes carefully trained on you. "Have you any suggestions?"

It's an innocuous question, so you answer without hesitating. "They could've had a scene where they were pressed together in a tight space, or had to share a single bed at a busy inn...and their kissing scenes are drier than the Desert of Hadramaveth! I would've liked it if their kisses had both passion and tenderness."

A soft chuckle, and Zhongli is now cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch contentedly as his thumb draws soothing circles along your cheek. "Shall we enact your romantic fantasies and make them a reality?"

Saying this, your husband kisses you, equal parts tender and passionate. What follows makes sure you know firsthand that what you two have is miles more powerful than words in the pages of a book.