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OKAY IMAGINE A HISTORICAL AU WHERE YOU'RE IN AN ENGAGEMENT WITH ZHONGLI BUT YOU SUFFER FROM UNREQUITED LOVE BC HE LOVES GUIZHONG AND THEN YOU DIE OF HANAHAKI BUT THEN YOU GO BACK IN TIME??? BUT WHAT YOU DONT KNOW IS THAT ZHONGLI WAS SECRETLY ALSO VERY UPSET ABT YOUR DEATH AND ONLY THEN REALIZED THAT HE LOVED YOU AND HE ALSO WENT BACK IN-TIME BUT WHEN HE TRIES TO COURT YOU YOU REJECT HIM EVERY SINGLE TIME MAKING HIM SOMEHOW YANDERE??

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Y/n=your name

L/n= last name

Fem reader btw

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CW: unhealthy relationships , cheating, unrequited love, historical au, death, forced marriage, Yandere and hanahaki content.

Angst to kind of less angst?

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Honestly, never in your life did you think that you were gonna fall in-love.

Yet here you are, weeping over your fiancé who didn't return your love.

You kept coughing and choking on those stupid glaze lilies.

They reminded you of her.

Of guizhong.

They were her favorites, bouquets of glaze lilies decorated every imperial palace.

We're they there just to remind you of your unrequited love? His love for guizhong?

It was practically already known in high society that zhongli didn't love you, he loved another.

The flowers came out of your mouth as you coughed and coughed.

Your lungs felt clogged, as if something was blocking you from breathing.

Dried blood stood at the corners of your lips as well as flower petals that were present on the floor.

Would you grow to hate plants in your next life? Who knows?

Not to mention the corset that was hugging your waist.

It was suffocating, it only made your disease even harder to handle.

Why didn't you pick up the signs he did with his eyes that screamed 'don't come any closer' whenever you leaned in for a kiss? The ‘I don’t like you’ whenever you said ‘I love you’.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain throughout your body, nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

It felt numbing, you couldn't move, as if some kind of poison was injected inside of you.

Was this the end? Was this how you were going to die?

If it is then, i'd just like to say: what a shitty (love) life you've had.

In the end, your love for Zhongli didn’t falter.

And then that was it.

Your vision went from blurry to black, your body went limp and hit the cold floor of the estate you were living in.

Some maids were alarmed by the sound and went to check it out, only to find your dead body, covered in bloody glaze lily petals and flowers.

High society was shocked, a case of hanahaki hasn’t been recorded since a few centuries ago.

News spread fast around the nation of Liyue.

It wasn’t until his friend, tartaglia came to give his condolences when he found out that you died.

Why wasn’t he immediately informed?

Wait, why did he care? Didn’t he want to be with guizhong just the other day?

It was a big shock to Zhongli and while others may have thought that he was delighted to finally end the relationship he was forced to be in.

That was not the case.

He cried and cried because of your death.

He blamed himself fully, he cut contact with guizhong and removed the ever so delicately cared for glaze lilies out of his palace.

He wished that he had paid more attention to you, he would do anything for another chance.

And with that, the next day he woke up as himself 13 years ago, when he was still a teenager, 16.

Funny thing is, as soon as you died everything was a blur.

Your memories flashed in front of your eyes until you awoke 13 years prior to your death.

You were a teenager once again.

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Extra context: you come from one of the most powerful ducal families in liyue.

Zhongli is the prince of the nation and already at the age of 15, had a fiancé.

That fiancé was you, who loved him the moon and back, but he didn’t.

He already loved another, his childhood friend.

Her name was guizhong.

You noticed how he preferred her over you and you tried to get his attention.

He was so polite about telling you about how your love was not reciprocated.

And after a few months of being his fiancé, you started coughing frequently.

One days you coughed out a petal.

It was then that you realized that you had hanahaki.

You tried even harder to make him love you, but it didn’t work.

In the end, you died.

He found out that he had actually fallen for your charms, and now is also the reason you died.

He was so disappointed in himself and stopped contacting guizhong as she just reminded him of your death.

He grew to hate glaze lilies since they also reminded him of your death.

One day, he miraculously went back in time along with you, but neither of you knew that you both had gone back in time.

Oh what adventures were ahead?

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Should I write a part 2???

Also I finally got a fic written, sorry to keep y’all waiting, and I promise that I’m writing your requests.

Autocrat.

Character: Young Morax | Zhongli.

Requested by: @tri3tri.

Warnings: slight NSFW, female Archon reader, yandere Zhongli in dragon form, unprotected sex, pregnancy, 18+.

The one who chose the way of domination and greatness was deprived of happiness and calmness.

With the smile of forgotten father on his face Morax was creating the new world — as the one who chose the way of power, he was suffering from this cursed might himself. He had never seen you, the Archon of Moon, but he heard enough about you.

Your people loved you deeply: you were protecting their fragile land, your bright stars helped lost sailors to find their way home. You lived as a hermit, enjoyed your peaceful isolation. You didn’t talk to your people, and you didn’t need them — they were seeking protection only, and you caused an eclipse every time intruders tried to find your land of appeasement and beauty. You let them join your neverending night, and they screamed prayers and praises when they saw the crescent shining in your hair. They fell on their knees when falling stars appeared in the sky, as they thought of it as a sign of your favor to them. They didn’t know the cruel reality: the beautiful falling stars with brilliant trails were your tears. Attached to the mother Moon, you spend hours in the Sky praying to her and taking care of her wounds, which were left by the war between Archons — the distant luminary had suffered too, and tears streamed down your face when you felt slow pulsation of living powers under her dusty ground becoming fast and chaotic as her wounds started to hurt from your light touches.

Morax visited your land on a chilly night of a hot summer. He crossed the restless sea to offer you a union — you shuddered when his piercing golden eyes looked at you with interest and desire. He was gorgeous: the sharp ends of his refined horns were glistening in the moonlight, the tough face of a warrior and heavy dragon tail reminded you of his nature — nature of a guard made of stone. His deadly calloused hands were clothed with a silk gloves, but you could feel how cold his skin was.

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For your big bro xiao and tagi fanfic, imagine if zhongli found out and it turns out zhongli completely approved of it. Like zhongli completely let them tie you up, use the vibrator and other toys on your body and clit, and sometimes zhongli would fuck you himself. And so the reader won’t be allowed to leave the house and is just a fuck toy for the family :0

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I have been waiting for this.

It's so embarrassing, how Xiao has you standing against him, back to his chest. You're wearing a collar with your hands cuffed right next to your head, attached to the leather around your neck. Xiao has his legs between yours, holding them open while his hands hold up the shirt you were wearing - one of the brother's - and pressing on your tummy. You were quivering above Tartaglia, who was laying on the ground, shirtless and with his pants unzipped.

"Make sure you aim it at my mouth, 'kay, sis?" Your brother on the floor chided, like this was the most normal activity a family could do.

Xiao pushes more on your full bladder, a loud, elongated whine draining from you as you do your best to keep your pee in, "Ajax, no..."

"Don't be so weak," Xiao hisses in your ear, jolting your body to make a trickle of piss leak down your thigh. It runs all the way to your ankle where Tartaglia swipes it up with his finger and pulls the digit to his nose. You feel visibly unwell from the sight, trying poorly once again to struggle in Xiao's strong arms. He immediately tightens his posture and your forced to concave ever-so-slightly, your pussy now burning from the need to pee as he speaks, "You're being a brat. Remember what dad said? We're in charge."

"Yeah!" Tartaglia licks his finger, blue eyes shimmering and keeping contact with your gaze, "You don't want us to tell him you were being naughty, do you?"

Zhongli hates it when your brother's tell on you. It can be anything insignificant thing, usually something that could harm his 'little princess'. "(Y/n) tried to sneak out without tell us!" "(Y/n) almost cut her finger when making food..." "She wouldn't listen to us when we told her it wasn't safe, so we had to lock her in." It was very embarrassing and made your blood boil. Just as you were about to complain, the sound of keys in the front door and the door opening had all three of your heads turning. You were currently in Tartaglia's room, one of the closer bedrooms to the front. Dad normally popped his head in your room on the way to his, but, when he sees you're not there he is definitely going to start looking. Your horrified expression reaches your brothers, little whispers coming undone as you mouth to them, "Dad's coming!"

Thanks to the fortunately places mirror in front of you, and behind Tartaglia's head, you notice he and Xiao share a smirk as the brother on the floor shrugs his shoulders, "Guess you should hurry up then. Be kind weird if he sees his kids doin' something like this."

More tears brim at your eyes with ever step you hear of your father. He hums out a, "I'm home," as he walks slowly through the house. The pure fear of being caught by your dad had your little hole quivering and beginning to squirt lines of piss onto Tartaglia's stomach. His flushed face burnt brighter in excitement, dick twitching once the hot liquid reached his briefs.

Xiao helped you out, spreading your legs wider to allow a heavier, consistent stream to flow up his chest and towards Tar's face. Dad's steps seemed to slow at his door, or maybe it was your imagination? No.

There was a firm knock at the door just a millisecond before Zhongli entered, gently opening it, "Childe, I need to talk to you about a possible work day -"

You can't stop, the flow too fast and pouring down your brother's throat as he only opens his mouth wider. All three of you look towards your dad, Zhongli stunned as he watches you piss into Tartaglia's mouth, Xiao not letting up his stance and the Tartaglia owning no shame as he greedily gulps what he can from you. You, on the other hand, are crying and hiccupping, a small, weak, "Daddy..." urging him to help you. To save you.

The scenario is too much to take in at once, so it's not until the last drips from your bladder finally land on Tartaglia's body. It's only once your done does Xiao release you, your shameful and trembling body falling on the ground over Tartaglia's legs. Seeing this distress is what makes your Daddy finally snap back and come to you. The overwhelming smell of his daughter's urine all over your perverted brothers... His poor, crying baby. He gently strokes your head as you turn into him, sobbing into Zhongli's chest while he directs his words to the boys, "Tell me what you two were thinking." Your thankful when your daddy unstraps your wrists and removes the collar from your neck.

Tartaglia is semi-trapped by your body on his legs, the taller man shifting into a sitting position whilst Xiao just crosses his arms. Xiao barely looks away from you, "We're just trying to make her more comfortable with us."

"How is that more comfortable-?!" Your voice cracks, unable to even retort correctly.

Zhongli just hushes you, holding you closer as Tartaglia explains, "You get to dress her every morning and even help blow her nose. We just wanted her to be able to relax around us, so we thought doing something so embarrassing would make everything else seem less stressful."

It isn't until you are able to calm down that you think - why isn't he getting angry at them? Why isn't Zhongli yelling at your brothers for putting you through all this? Why wasn't he protecting his little girl? Zhongli ends the silence by asking, "What else have you done?"

You didn't want to hear it. You didn't want to hear it! You didn't want to hear it-! "We play with her a lot," Xiao says, easily, "It's fun. She loves it."

That's not true and surely Zhongli knows it but... "Is that so, hm? Do your brothers play with you enough, sweetheart?"

Your heart feels as though it's skipping a beat, limbs shaking, voice wavering, "Th-They do it all the time and I get so tired..."

For some reason, it doesn't feel like your daddy is going to help you. He shifts so that you are faced towards the boys, still between Zhongli's legs though. One of his large hands trails down your torso, your nipples peaking at the ticklish feeling he was giving you. All three men have their eyes trained on your reactions, the way your body jolts when he grazes your clit, and how your eyes trickle tears as his fingers prod your soaking cunni. "Do they play with you here?" Zhongli asks, swirling the tip of his finger in your folds, collecting your sex and remnants of piss before slowly inserting a single digit.

There was nothing you could do, all three of them able to overpower you in a heartbeat, and you were already so exhausted from being embarrassed. "Y-Yes," you whimper, hands fisting into his white, business shirt. He stirred his finger, stretching you as he added another. You exhaled a shuddered breath, coddling into your daddy as he fingered you.

The way you were clinging to him was reminiscent to when you were little. Biological or not, he felt his heart swell when he looked at your red face and strained expression. You were seeking comfort from your daddy, little sighs of pleasure released with every pump of his fingers. You were so cute, so priceless. "Childe, Xiao," he regards his two boys, both obviously aroused by the show being put on, "Do you have any toys? Our darling girl deserves to be pampered."

"Yeah!" Tartaglia scrambled to his feet, rushing to a set of drawers and rummaging through. He pulled out a hitachi wand, anal beads, ben wa balls, "Anything in particular?"

It didn't take long for him to make a decision, "The ben wa balls and hitachi."

You had to think of how to stop this, praying that he will cave if you give him that cute look and use your small voice, "Daddy, please, I don't want this."

"Shhh, Darling, you don't need to be so modest," Zhongli accepts the balls from Tartaglia, smoothing them over your pussy before tenderly inserting them. Your tongue lolls as he doesn't stop with just the balls, his fingers help push them against your sensitive, gummy walls. Your hips subconsciously buck into him, tiny moans of pleasure bleating from you. Zhongli coos, pushing and swirling over your clit, "My poor baby, are the boys ever gentle with you? Or do they only play rough?"

Instead of answering him, you continue to mewl and thrive in his embrace, Zhongli turning to give them a hard stare as he awaited his expected answers. Tartaglia and Xiao both blush in exposure, rubbing the backs of their necks. Tartaglia speaks first, "It's not that we're 'not' not playing nicely with her..."

Xiao follows him up, splaying his hands in exasperation, "She doesn't exactly make it easy, you know?"

Of course, Zhongli could only chuckle lowly at this, shifting to expose you more. He reached for the vibrator wand, turning it on, "But (Y/n) is being so nice for daddy." As soon as he touched the vibrator to your clit, your pussy clenched over the balls, squelching them around inside of you and providing even more sensation!! Daddy's voice echoes around in your mind, his deep tone only adding to the intense pleasure, "Surely you can be good for your brothers too, hm?"

"I-I," this was so wrong, super wrong!

"Xiao," Zhongli grates, using one of his legs to open your own more, his hand pulling your other apart, "Come here and taste your sister."

"N-No!" You try to reject him, earning a good, hard smack to your thigh. It didn't hurt, it was more stunning than anything.

Tartaglia jumps on the opportunity to push you out further, "See? She's so rude to her own brothers! We just want to make her feel good and she won't allow us."

Zhongli holds you completely still while Xiao gets on his stomach, crawling closer to your exposed cunni. "Be good for your brother, (Y/n). He's doing something nice for you."

For you? For you?! Yeah, it's hard to fight and you feel bad for not doing more, but you're obviously uncomfortable. And not to mention - oh~. Xiao's tongue inserts itself into you, swirling and pushing around the little balls inside you and using them to his advantage. He maneuvered himself appropriately when Zhongli brought the vibrator back to your clit, your hips stuffing Xiao's mouth in an attempt to suffocate him in your pleasure. It was both a desire to try and put him in hospital and get him to tongue fuck you through to orgasm.

"Wrap your thighs around his head, sweetheart. Big Brother Xiao wants to feel your plush skin, (Y/n)," Zhongli says, using the hand that wasn't on the vibrator to initiate your leg. You didn't want to, but, he was persistent. Xiao grunted as your legs pulled him in, constricting his body to you like he oh-so-desired. "Childe," your daddy continues, "Come kiss your sister. Reward her."

"Y-Yeah," he tries to hold back his eager behaviour, though not very well. He's able to slow down by the time his lips reach your own, whimpering ones, gently conjoining the two in a loving embrace. His tongue strokes over your own, his larger hands cupping your face gently. You could almost vomit at the scent of piss, though you were surprised when the taste wasn't nearly as bad. Your eyes watered, nose stinging and throat gagging as you held down your disgust.

You were being ravished by the men in your life. Your father holding you dearly, and you in turn clutching to him like a new-born. Xiao making out with your pussy, driving you sexually crazy and lost in lust. Tartaglia was occupying your mouth and stroking your face, the tingles and sweet goosebumps he gave you were so loving that you couldn't form doubt that they really did care for you. It was wrong, it was so, so wrong.

"Mfff," your muffled moans were swallowed by your older brother, Tartaglia practically inhaling your tongue because he just couldn't get e-fucking-nough of you. How could you even think your daddy would come to your aid when you were so irresistible? Both of them were laughing at you, internally for now, though they would make sure to tease you about it later. Oh, especially as you came, squirting all into Xiao's mouth as Zhongli rolled the vibrator around your clit. Your back arched, hips slotting into him, fists tightening Zhongli's business shirt and mouth eagerly pressing deeper into Tartaglia while you cried in absolute, sheer bliss.

By the time your eyes opened to view the blurry mess in front of you, the ringing in your ears had died down and you were being cradled by your daddy, gently rocked to soothe you. "My beautiful girl," he purrs, tucking stray strands of hair back and off your sweaty face. He gently kisses your lips, not as vigorous and demanding as Tartaglia, but loving and caring as a daddy should. You closed your eyes again, relishing in the way the backs of his fingers tickled and soothed your forehead with each stroke. A silent chuckle rumbles from his chest, "It's not bed time yet, darling. I still want to feel you more."

The dread in your chest was more emotional than you could express. Xiao wiped at his mouth and licked his hand, hoping to get as much of you into him as he could, "So... We're not in trouble?"

Zhongli picks you up in his arms, standing with your exhausted body, "Not yet. Childe, order food for dinner and then come to my room. Xiao, I want you to fill me in on everything that's been happening between you two and your sister."

Ever the pleasers, your brothers were quick to respond. You did your best to drown out and possibly sleep as Xiao recounted everything you hated to remember. Guess now things were going to be a lot more difficult for you, huh?

I don't know why do i feel warm and fuzzy everytime zhongli calls reader little dragon but i don't have any objections :D like WHY :D i guess deep down i want to be a little dragon I WANT TO BE A LITTLE DRAGON SO BAD

Don't worry, you're not alone🌚

Honestly, I got a couple of little ideas while reading your message.

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One of Zhongli's special dragon traits is butt your head, and the more he gets attached to you, the more often he does it. In fact, this gesture alone replaces both words of reassurance and an attempt to play. And yes, if you find out about his true form and it doesn't scare you, then he will butt you even in the form of a dragon. But then he will put a part of his long dragon body on purpose, so that you fall on him and don't hit. And if you persistently stand up or try to use all your strength to resist him in this unequal fight, then he will gladly accept this challenge, and will continue to push you lightly with his head. As a result, you can have a good game.

Another feature will be its defensive side and full dragon form. Actually, Zhongli doesn't need to sleep much, but he knows that you need it, so he always tries to keep track of your routine and your sleep. And sometimes, when he realizes that for one reason or another you are clearly not going to sleep, he, taking the form of a dragon, just makes a some kind of cocoon with you in the center. There is enough space to stretch your legs and lie down comfortably, but not enough space to run or do any other activity, so you have no choice but to sleep. The main reason why Zhongli likes it, it because he knows that you're okay and he's literally a living shield right now.

Okay okay last one, I swear!! I just have so many ideas! But three more for the yandere historical au and I'm finished, pinky promise!!

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Master Duelist! Xiao who has never lost a fight. Always challenged, but never the one to initiate, he was one of the reasons your family has such high honor. Even though many lords of higher status have offered to buy him for a pretty penny, he stays loyal to your family. Specifically to you. His opponents who see you in the crowd during their duel, know to just give up, he fights harder when you're watching. Every favor, embroidered handkerchiefs, that you'd given him, hang like trophies in his room. But upon learning that you're to be wed soon, he stands and challenges your fiance to a duel for your hand, one that he knows he'll win.

Butler! Thoma who has been in your family for years. Taken in by your parents and raised to be your right hand, the two of you grew up to be close friends, rather than typical master and servant. Despite this, he still finds ways to scold you, while also telling you how much of a gracious lady you've grown into. Maybe your closeness with him is why you decide to tell him of a rendezvous you're planning to have with a commoner boy that you've grown to like. Only, suddenly your home is more guarded than usual and your parents seem even more strict with you than before, almost like they know something you never told them.

Former King! Zhongli who steps down from his post shortly after his son becomes of age. While he no longer has his title, he's still heavily respected and praised by all. He saw you at a ball and formally invited you to the royal palalce. Your family excitedly rushes you into a carriage, thinking the invite is for meeting with the newly crowned King instead. Only, when you get there, Zhongli is truly the only one waiting for you. He sits you down next to him and compliments you almost incessantly, ending the conversation by asking you if you think he's too old to be considering a second marriage.

Forgive me if these are bad!! This is my first time writing for any of these characters and I wanted to try!!

Icarus.

Yan (Emperor) Zhongli x F Reader.

Synopsis: You were taught ever since you opened your eyes to never go against your god. So why do you wish now that you have never opened them at all?

Warnings: Yandere themes, major power imbalances, manipulation, future forced marriage, some violence/gore, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 3k.

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“‘You know that I love you.’ And despite herself, Coraline nodded. It was true. The other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. In the other mother's button eyes, Coraline knew that the other mother loved her as a possession, nothing more, a tolerated pet whose behavior was no longer amusing.” – Neil Gaiman, Coraline

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There is no sin greater than to be a bird.

To be a bird is to be devoid of all burdens, soaring above all who are shackled by them, like a warden overseeing prisoners, or the sweetest and ripest peaches up on the highest of branches so no one can reach it. They can go anywhere, birds, with the winds at their call, the very embodiment of freedom itself, something your god has taught all his people to be wary of. Freedom can be a blessing, he told one of his counselors once, but it can also cause humans to be too conceited. There is no sin greater than to be a bird because all others will be envious. Envy is also a sin, one so common that even Archons are said to possess it. Sin gives birth to more sin, more suffering, and thus only the original that birthed it all shall be punished by Celestia’s fury. 

There is no greater sin than to be a bird, so the gods put in place cages, made to make those trapped by gold and chains and other things entirely. Birds who are not lured into such traps are dealt with by lightning, making them fall back down to the ground below, the last thing they see is the very sky that punished them. The sky, the stars, the moon, the sun… the entire world will be against you when you are a bird.

It will be that way until you die. The world hates birds and the way they fly and soar. Birds are meant for cages, or to be struck down with their corpses made into trophies.

There is no title greater than to be a hunter.

The sin; to be a bird, freedom… the title; to be a hunter, despotism.

To shoot, to stab, to twist until the prey bursts, is the way of someone whose greatest sin is doing good for this world.

To bleed, to be trapped, to be killed and put on display for all to see, that is what a bird’s purpose truly is, in the eyes of the divine.

They are different, quite so, like different ripples in lakes of mixed blood and water.

You can almost hear them, can’t you?

Celestia favors the strong. Celestia despises the weak. It makes sense to most people, those who were born into power be it money made from blood or strength made from blood. They don’t see the way the world works. The way flies feast upon rotting meat and are soon to be eaten by something bigger. It makes sense for most people, but not for you. Despite everything you have ever been taught from word of mouth, life on the streets teaches you otherwise. For everything you have endured, you have learned that you are not weak. In any case, quite the opposite.

You don’t pray anymore with everyone else, as they keep reciting such things over and over again at the states positioned throughout Liyue as if the emperor would listen to them. 

“O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!” They would hold hands with their bodies being placed in circles around the sculptures. They close their eyes altogether, to not see the sacrifices trapped between them at the monuments, the last thing they see is the Lord of Geo’s face, looking down at them with a stone-cold glare laced with eerie delight. “O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all! O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!”

To be praying and to be preying are two quite different things, but to the people of Liyue, there is no difference. Blood seeps into the earth all the same, regardless of who sheds it. So, as evidence that the people of Liyue do indeed bow down to Celestia’s every whim, they bring birds of all kinds and steal them of all they have. Their feathers make for excellent clothing, their bones make for stellar weaponry, and their feet make for charms of good luck. Celestia only smiles down upon the strong, after all. Celestia despises freedom because, without the divine, humans would have nothing to leash them onto rationality and laws. Perhaps that is why Mondstadt is very much in chaos now. Their god was said to have betrayed Celestia by giving his people forbidden knowledge of how nature originally ran its course, causing an uproar among the citizens. 

No one knows what happened to the god of Mondstadt after that.

Was he smitten down? Did his people turn on him? No one in Liyue knows for certain, as people of Mondstadt are forbidden from entering the land said to be made up of the purest of gold.

“O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!”

That is the first thing you hear when you wake up, huddled in a corner to prevent yourself from getting even more wet from the rain. You assume that maybe it will be the last thing you hear when you close your eyes for good.

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You grew up in Qiaoying Village and, once you grew up, got exiled from Qiaoying Village. You stood out, which no one saw in a good light. You were a mischievous, rule-breaking child, always stealing Jadevein Tea Eggs and both tea and tea sets made of fine porcelain. Your older brother taught you lessons far too valuable and unique for the traditionalist settings of Qiaoying Village, lessons like how to pick the elderly’s door’s locks, how to properly identify which pockets had the most Mora, and how to make alleyways a labyrinth for those who chase you.

Your older brother, though, did not partake in thievery himself. You suppose that might have been the first warning sign of many more to come. He made you, a child about half his age, do his dirty work for him. He always hoarded the rewards afterward, and if you got caught or he got caught with whatever treasure you had given him, he would pretend to scold you for going against the way of the Qiaoying. He said it was just pretend, but that look in his eyes still haunts you to this very day. As you got older, though, you got dumber. You crossed a line with everyone. You decided to steal from a Fontainian duke.

It was a foolish decision. Fontainians are known for their high sense of justice, and their tunnel vision when it comes to crimes and punishments. But you were just a child, were you not?

You couldn’t help it. You were just a child. That is what you told yourself then, and it is what you tell yourself now.

No one helped you then, and no one helps you now. Hell, it would be a miracle, a blessing from Celestia, if your older brother came to Liyue Harbor to visit you. But he never loved you, did he? He never loved you, and you never hated him until you saw him for what he truly is. A petty servant of Madam Mei with a spine thinner than that of a twig. He was a coward then, and likely still a coward now. Perhaps it would have been noble of him, while you were still an infant, to use that pocket knife he always carried around. It would have been better for you, for you to not know anything you know about him now. 

But he was a coward, your older brother. The person who taught you everything about thievery is also now the person who taught you how important it is to keep your cards close. Life on the streets calls for both, you suppose. Liyue Harbor may not be the friendliest for the homeless, but at the very least it had pockets to swipe into when no one was looking. Old habits die hard. You ended up relying on every memory of the past, no matter how bitter or how deceivingly sweet they were. You bore it. You bore it all. Every memory, every fragment of a lie, and every fragment of a half-truth. Life is never so simple after all, is it?

Your life was never perfect, and therefore still is not now. But you know deep in your heart that you would prefer this life over seeing your older brother’s face ever again.

But now, with eyes brighter than amber staring above you as you lay, your arm broken, you wish that your brother had taught you some fighting skills instead of everything else he taught you.

But he was a coward, and so are you.

To be fair, though, he never met the emperor and never thought that he would. So did you. No one in Qiaoying Village did, most likely. It was so far from the proclaimed harbor made of gold and trader’s blood and prayers. This was where the emperor lived, in his castle in the mountains surrounding Lingju Pass and Mount Tianheng. It was made up of the finest gold and wood and jewels. Only the best for the emperor, while people like you get mere pebbles. That is why, when you saw yet another stranger in a white cloak roaming around the alleyways, you attempted to strike. Your mistake.

Your mistake.

You were on the ground in an instant, your arm breaking so loudly an elderly man on his deathbed could hear it. 

The stranger’s eyes glittered like gold.

Frozen gold, perhaps, with how he was staring down at you with such disappointment.

So, he stared down at you.

You stared down at your arm.

You should have known better. But you are just someone trying to live, are you not? It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. But that white cloak the man is wearing with the sigil of geo on the back, one of the few symbols of the emperor himself, should have made you not attempt to pickpocket him. You should have known better. You really should have known better. Should you apologize? You are already as good as dead though, aren’t you?

Does a death sentence await you?

Life? Death? Prison? Life. Death. Prison.

Escape.

You have to escape.

But the emperor seems to know what you are doing, what you are planning.

So he stops you with a simple hand raised, and pillars of geo appear out of nowhere, trapping you in the corner. Now there is nowhere to run.

He stares down at you.

You stare down at your feet, all mangled up from a life made of thievery and poverty.

He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. You prefer it that way.

You are in a cage. But he is not.

Please.

Please don’t kill me. 

Please.

*~*~*~*

Is it a sin to indulge? Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. Perhaps it depends. Is the indulgence centered in reality or fantasy? This escape attempt, perhaps, is both.

Like the many that came before it, the only sounds you can hear is the rain, the water falling from the glass windows like teardrops, and sometimes you can swear you hear the sound of someone weeping. Despite everything you have gone through though, you do not weep with them, whoever they are. You only keep stepping on ahead for a brighter future, one where you sneak off to Sumeru, a land that prioritizes knowledge over riches. You’d have a better life there than here, you think. Anywhere but here you would run off to actually, even if it was Snezhnaya. 

You are treated well, too well.

You still don’t know why instead of throwing you in the dungeons, Morax placed your unconscious body in one of the many, many guest rooms that were spread about in his castle.

You are treated far too well, almost to the point that it is maddening. Everything is so perfect, from the morning birds outside your window that wake you up every morning when it just so happens to be time for breakfast to the hairbrush you use to put your hair up when it is time to sleep, the design intricately laced with jade and topaz. Perfect, perfect, perfect. It’s maddening, sickening, how perfect everything is. You wish he had just put you in a cell because at least then everything would not have been so planned out for you, even the type of flowers you saw in the gardens that week. 

“Damn it all…”

In your opinion, the clothes you received today were more intricate than usual. The sleeves are puffed and transition from white to a deep teal color. The dress itself showcases delicate lace patterns of glaze lilies around the waist and wrists, while the skirt is impractically long for any running. Strangely, the inside of the skirt features a constellation pattern, though it seems to be a design meant for your eyes alone. The purpose of this starry sky motif remains unclear. The dress, like everything else, appears flawless and fits you perfectly, almost as if it was tailored specifically for you. Given Morax's wealth, you can't help but entertain the possibility. However, the overwhelming perfection of it all borders on madness. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect, so damn perfect. 

Today, you were not given shoes, presumably due to the rain and the consequent cancellation of your garden visit with Morax, where you typically indulge in tea and wine. As you approached the staircase leading to the dining room, however, the guards obstructed your path. Their actions were gentle, but their words were not. They formed a human barricade, preventing your descent. One guard clicked their tongue disapprovingly, while the other remained silent. Perhaps they harbored some disdain towards you. The servants in this establishment either treated you with utmost care or completely disregarded your presence, so it was not entirely surprising that the guards displayed a semblance of dislike.

The real surprise was you not being allowed to go to the dining room to eat.

“The emperor wants you to stay in your room for the time being. He shall see you shortly there.”

So, you went back, albeit muttering curses along the way. Due to your lack of shoes and the guards not even allowing you to go downstairs, this escape attempt is as short-lived as a moth flying much too close to a flame.

As you were told, Morax came in his usual attire, black and brown robes with a geo sigil on the back. 

“...”

“I have been told that you have been getting a bit too curious with your wandering.”

Ah, straight to the point, it would seem. 

There is no point trying to beat around the bush when it comes to Morax. “It is not like there is anything else to do here.”

He sits beside you on the bed, not too close but not too far either. A perfect balance. “I can give you other activities to do if you would like. I can also answer some questions you have since you’ll be living here from now on.”

“...This isn’t temporary…” You look down at the arm he broke, a time which feels like a millennium ago. “Am I being charged?” Your question is quietly said. “Aren’t thieves simply sent to cells for a few moons?”

His chuckle was unexpected, causing a slight surprise. Morax, who was typically expressionless, wore a smile on his face. Despite the possibly good intentions behind it, the sight and sound were unsettling and made your skin crawl.

“...You don’t tell me anything.” You whisper under your breath. That much is clear. Despite Morax's little attempts to conceal it, his secrecy is unmistakable. You can't help but feel like a naive child stating the obvious.

“You are here for multiple reasons. For instance… you remind me of someone. As such, you must have questions, if you are anything like her.” His eyes glaze over you, from the top of your head where your hair is half put up with a hairpin to the anklet just hovering over your right foot. “All humans are born with an innate sense to pry. I won’t judge, as I am an Archon.” Are his words heartfelt? “Through my veins flow gold, but yours flow with sanguine, life, and desires.” 

His hand reaches forward, but he does not touch you. “You must see yourself as better than us because of this. Am I correct?”

“My feelings are not as monochrome as they seem to you. They are complex, quite so. But you are right, in some regard.”

“This is why I cannot stand the so-called divine.”

“Another reason as to why you are here. You are a sleeper of such, and I intend to help you open your eyes to the truth.”

You look at his eyes, seeing all the horrors within their depths.

The emperor known as Morax possesses eyes of pure gold, along with attractive features and pale, rosy lips that curl into a sickly sweet smile. Your body instinctively reacts, urging you to flee before your mind can fully comprehend the situation. However, your brain, awakening and analyzing the situation, is interrupted by the overpowering force of instinct, echoing the same warning as your body: the charming smile is a mere facade, reminiscent of something unsettlingly artificial. It is akin to a sculpture with painted skin and eyes or a doll with exaggerated, intricate features. This man, with his literal golden eyes, his potentially persuasive words, and his captivating yet unnerving countenance, is someone you cannot trust.

Desperate to escape, you attempt to run, only to find that arms and hands, seemingly made of stone, emerge from the walls, gripping and restraining your own. Two of these strong hands ascend, slithering towards the center of your back, forcefully pushing you down into a bow, while you remain compelled to gaze upwards. Your focus remains fixated solely on the emperor's eyes, observing the eloquent patterns of gold within them.

The caress of their touch is tender upon your cheeks, unlike solid ones that demand for you to stay.

“You shall become my consort and see the gates of Celestia for yourself. Humans are made to worship, after all. The divine are made to simply awaken those who have strayed off the path of destiny.”

*~*~*~*

To possess the gift of sight, encompassing all, is the gravest transgression one can commit. Thus, those winged creatures who lack this awareness are banished to the depths of the earth, their vision, their literal eyes stripped away until their cries reverberate to the surface, where the emperor Morax shall pronounce the ultimate verdict.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭.... 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓..

© uvuyai 2024

This event will go on for the rest of February even if I'm not finished.

Side note [02/24/24] ~ this has been cancelled due to me being busy. If you'd like, you can request which ones you wanna see.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏 ~ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒

–tw. girl cock, description of furina's cock, breeding, slight perv furina, sub x dom trope, overstimulation, MINORS DNI, creampie, riding, teasing, groping, reader is the same height as her, blow job, ooc furina, tit play, im sorry if you uncomfy with this,

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 ~ 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒢𝒾𝒻𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 + 𝒯𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒰𝓅(not viewed as bondage)

–tw. Blood, skin carving, humiliation, skin writing, non-con, creampie, sadist!blade, spanking, porn with plot(maybe), size difference, stomach bulge, choking, overstimulation, possessive behaviors, blade is called ren, mentions of the hard R in the beginning, neglect, degradation, reader is blades reincarnated lover, prone bone, MINORS DNI, non consensual touching, nipple play, SW and Kafka is helping blade, headlocking, dub-con, blood,

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ~ 𝒔𝒖𝒃!𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ~ 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓈

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔 ~ 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐵𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝑔𝑒

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕 ~ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖 ~ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒩𝑜𝓃-𝒞𝑜𝓃

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗 ~ 𝑺𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚! 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 ~ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅 𝒪𝓃

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 ~ 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒟𝓊𝒷-𝒞𝑜𝓃

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 ~ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒲𝑜𝓂𝒷 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 ~ 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑒𝒆𝓁 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 ~ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝑅𝒾𝒷𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹

–tw.