Gog I Want More

Gog i want more

brainrot about…

dragon zhongli who adores shinies. oh how he loves them. he’s a dragon, of course he does!

you, back before everyone branded you as the mortal mimic of their god, also loved jewels and necklaces, shinies and the like. back before all hell broke lose and they wanted you as a sacrifice for their god.

when genshin decided to drag you into the world of teyvat, it sort of forgot that you were holding a ten carat diamond necklace you were planning on buying for your mother as a birthday gift. sure, it was expensive, but she likes shinies a lot as well.

yes, you did hang onto it—your backpack helped a lot with that—but you never expected it to come in handy.

zhongli didn’t necessarily want you dead—he was more curious about your existence than anything. really curious, actually. the dragon side of him was like a cat—curious, and willing to do right about anything to find out what the hell it was.

you, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the geo archon or any damn dragons you might see along the way.

so when he used said dragon form to go find you, he relied much more upon his instincts. animals typically do.

shinies, he realized, he really, really liked in his dragon form.

that’s why he was standing in front of you, tail cautiously creeping towards the necklace you held in your hand, while you cowered against the cliff you accidentally cornered yourself against. stupid mistake, you realized, but far, far too late to change it.

he reaches a claw out, gently hooking it around the silver chain that holds the diamonds together. golden eyes slowly rove over it, slit pupils dialating at the sight of you, slightly trembling, holding it out to him in fear of what will happen otherwise.

mate, his mind says, hyperfocusing on that one thought of you with the shiny and it’s valuable and you’re just giving it to him—

his tail suddenly curls around you, wrapping you in its coils gently, warm against the humid, cool atmosphere liyue experiences in the winter and that you’ve been dealing with recently.

you freeze up, terrified out of your damn mind. is he going to strangle you? he’s a fucking dragon, and not just any dragon at that—he’s morax, an archon, for heaven’s sake. he could so, so easily end your life with a simple squeeze of his muscles.

no. he nudges his head under your chin, arm going around your shoulder with his claws resting gently on your hair. the vibrations from what seems like purring run through your petrified body; they seem to be comforting purrs, like one a cat would do when you’re scared, but they only make you more terrified.

a tear drips onto his scales, but you relax anyway.

what point is there in struggling? he’s just going to—to kill you, anyway. may as well be relaxed and make it an easy death.

“shh, little mate.”

little—mate…? the hell does he mean—

oh. dragons like shinies. you had a shiny. he thinks you gave it to him as a courting gift. so… you’re his mate? now?

“you’re safe with me, mate. you may be human, but… you are mine to protect now.”

his voice is slightly deeper when he’s reptilian, you notice as a kiss is pressed to your head. it’s also comforting.

“i’m not going to hurt you. oh, little one, how many have?”

you sniffle at his words, embarrassingly enough, tucking your face into your elbow to dry the approaching tears from your eyes. no, dammit, now isn’t the time to cry, you’ve already done too much of that. no point in it now.

besides, it’s just a facade.

right?

his tail relaxes slightly around you as his form slowly shifts to that of a half-human, half-dragon one, but it still remains warm and wrapped around your torso. the neck fluff turns to that of a coat, but holds the same consistency, nevertheless.

he hums the nighttime loading screen music, voice more melodic than you would expect it to be, with his arms coming around your figure as his tail moves to be around the two of you, intertwining you in a double-hug. he shifts you to be in his lap as when he sits against the wall, making sure you’re comfortable before he moves again, draping a cape which you assume represents his wings over your back, tucking it in. it’s soft.

“there. better?”

“‘m scared.”

“of what?” he asks gently. “you’re safe now. no more raiden shogun. no more drunk barbatos. no more scary millelith. no more nighttime monsters. I will keep you safe… mate.”

“you…”

“I promise you, there is no need to be scared. I promise you, with every fiber of my being and all of the contracts that I have signed, that you’ll be safe and secure and fed.”

making an oath on his contracts… that’s a pretty big deal for the god of geo himself. he must really mean it then.

even with your body still in fight or flight mode, you come to realize that he’s being a hundred percent truthful.

well, you think, burying your head into his neck fluff, at least that’s one less nation hunting you down now.

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Siblings are fun, right?

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when your lil bro returned and asked for a piggy back ride like old times but he’s not scrawny anymore and is built like a tank for some reason

legit confused with how battinson would hold up with his soon to be extended family. in the dc comics we see his kids constantly clown on him cause they know he can take it. jason constantly waving his death certificate over bruce’s face? no biggie, he signed that himself. dick getting into an argument with him and calling him every scalding name in the book? bruce cursed like a sailor and probably taught him those. cass retreating into a blanket fort and refusing to speak with him? he’ll wait outside until she cools down to apologize.

but battinson? the man is one minor inconvenience away from a total breakdown all the time. his self esteem is in the dirt, he can’t look anyone in the eye, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. so imagine his kids trying to assure him he’s doing a great job and him just curled up on the ground.

jason: b, it’s okay. sure i died but now i’m even beefier than you and the government won’t try to make me pay taxes :D

bruce: u have ptsd

jason: so does literally everyone else in this family

steph: wow u know i love your hair how is it holding its shape so well

bruce: i haven’t showered in 8 days

damian: father someone at the gala was looking at your behind and making lewd comments so i removed their eyes for you

bruce:

damian: because i care about you

dick: u know dami maybe some things are better left unsaid

damian: you are absolutely right grayson, how dare i voice my affection verbally. i’m getting soft. father, take these eyeballs and get out of my sight