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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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Imagine
After hundreds of years, since you've died, Zhongli's wedding ring breaks.
He has taken great care of it, but time thinned it out, for he has worn it every day since you two have pledged yourself to each other. He's heartbroken, his voice wavering, every time he looks at the imprint it left on his ring finger. The band was well worn, worn with pride and solemn, but now nothing more than a mark and reminder of your wedding.
And once again, he's lost a small bit of you, that he misses so dearly.
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scythemaniac · 3 years
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[20:45pm]
Cupping her face and gingerly stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb, he mustered her.
“How much sleep did you get last night?”
“I don’t know, maybe one or two”
“One or two what?”
“Maybe three”
He shook his head at her, gently tugging her into his embrace. “Illunis”, he mumbled into her hair, “i need you to sleep...do you need me to spend the night?”
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deus-lapidis · 3 months
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Words cannot describe how badly I’d wanna be snuggled up in Wriothesley’s arms oh my god.
He’s comically LARGE, so anyone looks small next to such muscle mass.
His hands are calloused, roughened up over time and veiny, but with you they’re so incredibly gentle, his fingers carefully caressing your cheek, moving behind your head to rub the back of your neck with his firm strokes.
And when he holds you, cherishes you, adores you, goodness, if he could purr he would be doing exactly that, utter bliss spreading from where you’re resting on his chest and seeping into his very heart.
Until his heartstrings play a song that can only be fathomed by a throaty and content hum.
Every fiber in his body flourishes and blooms like the most joyous and most delicate flowers when you snuggle closer into him, seeking his comforting presence—his warmth.
Your head tucked right under his chin, you’re engulfed by his scent, a slight metallic scent, layered in leather and yet, a hint of warm spice and the vanilla that you mentioned you like.
In his arms, you are safe, you are warm and you are loved so dearly.
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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How they sleep
Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: old but gold, one of my favourites
This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why
Masterlist
Diluc
Pre-relationship:
He slept curled into himself as if to shield himself in his sleep. Usually on his right side, sometimes on the left side, depending on the soreness of his body.
Very rarely sleeps on his stomach or back, though stomach appears more often. Gets uncomfortable if it's too hot, so he sleeps with the blanket halfway draped over him.
Either way he has really bad sleeping habits for a person that works so much in the winery and as batman for patrolling.
Didn't really sleep in because he never had any reason to do so? He just got up to work and go about his day.
In a relationship:
Almost always the big spoon, doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him. Snakes one arm around you, intertwining your hand with his, his head resting on top of yours. He likes holding you and just relishing in your warmth, determined to protect the light of his life.
Usually comes home quite late, so he's careful to not wake you up when laying down. Every night he plays the risky game of pulling you into his arms, but even when you do wake up, warmth spreads out in his chest when you just tiredly snuggle into him.
When you're absent:
Halfheartedly climbs into bed, tossing and turning a lot. The usual peace you bring him gone and leaving him worry about your well-being. Who knew that he could only barely go without your presence once he got a taste of it?
But the yearning made it all the better when you returned from your trip, smiling at him, while you two lie there in proximity and fall asleep in contentment.
Kaeya
Pre-relationship:
On the side, right side to be precise. That's where his eyepatch is. Regardless of whether people would think it was an injury, fashion statement or a mysterious aspect of him, he somehow developed the habit of covering it when he sleeps.
Tucks his arm under his pillow and would flip his pillow to the cool side. Sometimes even clutches the blanket to his chest.
His sleeping habits aren't great, but they're not too bad either. A little inconsistent though. On some occasions he'll stay up until 3am, on others he's out at 11pm.
Does sleep in, it's a form of relaxation for him, maybe even revisiting a nice dream while the rest of Mondstadt slowly awakes.
In a relationship:
Definitely asks for cuddles and for you to come to bed with him, he holds it very dear. He wants to make sure that he's able to go to bed with you at all times and tells you beforehand if he won't make it home early enough.
He likes feeling your warmth, so usually your head on his arm or where it connects to his shoulder and your arm draped over his midsection.
When you're absent:
Adorably upset. Of course he can sleep without you, but having you there just simply enhances the quality of sleep (sources: trust me, bro). Has faith in you returning safely, but thinks a lot about you. Maybe even fiddles with something you once gifted him and pressing it to his chest while falling asleep.
Drags you off to nap in his office when you return. It's either you on his chest or him on top of you, burying his face into your neck to sleep.
Childe:
Pre-relationship:
I can see him sleeping on his stomach, knocked out, snoring softly with his cheek squished against the back of his hand.
Likes to burrito himself sometimes, cause it makes him feel like it's a warm embrace. Yes, Shnezhnaya did have heat sources and ovens, but he rolled himself into the blanket when he was little and never dropped the habit. (i could make this angsty but i won't)
Bad sleeping habits. *sprays water in face*
Busy harbinger go brrr and has totally tended his own wounds before just passing out on his bed on several occasions. (“What’s your night routine?” “Do you mean what style of wound stitching I do…?”)
Likes sleeping in but rarely does it, since he's always kinda busy.
In a relationship:
Whines for you to snuggle with him when he's in bed and you don't come in a span of 15 minutes. Very persistent. Will not stop until you come and give him affection. He's touch starved and shameless about it.
Usually pulls you on top of him. He's a big boy, so he just likes it when you're snugly pressed against him and he thinks you look cute whenever you look up to him. Gives you a small kiss before sleeping, always.
When you're absent:
Functions, but is grumpy about it. Would rather be sleeping with you. Who is he going to kiss goodnight now? His pillow?
Makes a mental note to tell you, that he doesn't want you to take long missions for a bit after this. He wants to have his angel safe and sound with him, sleeping in his arms.
When you do return he needs a refill of physical affection first (an Ajax would usually take about 2 hours worth of cuddles until fully charged) and definitely whispers to you, that he was terribly lonely. This time he gets a goodnight kiss from you :)
Zhongli:
Pre-relationship:
Slept on his back, pretty still actually. Sometimes he does turn a little, resulting in his hair fuzzing up a bit. Drapes the blanket over his body, arms securing it and that's literally it. Classic old man behaviour, right there. Has a little trouble falling asleep sometimes though, so he does sometimes shift to his side, just to flop back into his previous position.
Decent sleeping habits. But has restless nights where his memories haunt him. Sometimes he wanders around in his house or goes on a nightly walk if he's unable to sleep.
Doesn't really sleep in, because he likes to brew some tea early in the morning and enjoys hearing the world wake up.
In a relationship:
He's secretly a little clingy (just a little) and is always happy to pull you into his embrace. He likes looking at your peaceful expression, so he prefers facing each other with your arm draped over him, hand on his back.
Will run his thumb over your ribcage and rest his forehead on yours.
When you're absent:
I think he does the best out of all of them, because he does miss you, but it doesn't take him over.
Secretly hopes that you won't be leaving for another time and just stay in his arms, stay with him. Does get a little worried when he reminisces memories of cold, cruel people. May they be from the current time or his previous life as Morax. Usually tries to calm himself by filling his mind with nice memories of you and him together.
When you return he's overjoyed to see you're safe and back by his side. Laying there, face to face with the person he loves, he strokes your cheeks gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping off into peaceful slumber.
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deus-lapidis · 9 months
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Thinking about Zhongli dating a mortal that doesn’t know that he’s rex lapis. They just think he’s kinda peculiar and go with it, cause they themselves are kind of peculiar as well.
And then after a bit of dating, when his courteous and modest affections grow into more intimate advances, Zhongli decides that he’d like to show them his bare arms for the first time.
“My dearest.”
“Yes?”
“I must share something of utmost importance.”
He pulls them closer with his covered hands, not breaking eye contact.
“I’d like you to see why I hide away my hands with gloves, my love.”
He pulls them off, revealing golden hands that gently blend into the rest of his dark arms. It looked like a more fabulous form of frostbite, if frostbite didn’t start from the fingertips and was gold.
Much to his surprise, his lover’s face contorted into an expression of pure horror…and then…worry?
His partner threw themselves into his arms in concern.
“Zhongli! Are you alright? How could you have hidden this from me for so long? Why would you hide that you are ill? I’ve never seen that before!”
He was a bit overwhelmed with their sudden change of emotion. Until his brain caught up with the questions.
‘did they say ill?’
He grinned to himself as he looked at his worried love’s eyes, touched by how their first instinct was to be concerned about his well-being.
How exceptionally cute.
“What’s there to smirk about?”
He just chuckled, stroking their hair soothingly and kissing their forehead, before ultimately explaining everything about his life as rex lapis.
They were left gaping like a fish, while he was very much enjoying their enraged expressions and reactions of disbelief, denial and acceptance.
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deus-lapidis · 1 year
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“Promise me you will not leave”
— When he has a nightmare (and you’re not there)
Characters: Diluc x gn!reader
Genre: a bit of hurt, comfort, fluff
Warnings: death of major character (in a dream)
It’s an understatement to say the king of wine has had to deal with loss and emotional distress. It is only expected for all of that trauma to be reflected in his dreams as well.
He swore his eyes were deceiving him, how could this be real? No, that’s not his love, you can’t be laying there. No, no, no, that can’t be you.
He rushes to you hurriedly, kneeling in the rain, the wet dirt and grass staining his pants, as he scrambled to hold your limp body against him.
You, his wonderful and sweet partner with eyes so warm and loving, were looking so different to him. So unfocused and distant. There was blood. Oh, so much blood. And he wanted to scream and cry and beg the archons to take him in your stead, but he couldn’t. Every attempt of screaming was a deaf and silent tone, yet the agony was just as biting.
And he woke up.
He woke up with a startle. Sighing, he allowed himself to recover from the nightly horror. It was a common occurrence for him to have nightmares, especially when he’s stressed. But he didn’t want to wake you too often, since his dear love needed their well deserved rest.
Once he felt his breathing grow steady again, he chose to blindly reach for you to calm him further, since he’d always relax when feeling you with him, but to no avail. You weren’t there.
His heartbeat stuttered in panic, he shot up in your shared bed, eyes wide and frantically looking for you, although once confirmed you weren’t there, he quickly got out of bed to look for you.
He found you in the hallway, making your way back to the bedroom from a bathroom break. Upon seeing a distressed Diluc wandering the hallway you immediately wanted to ask him if everything was alright. But he had already rushed over to you, before you were able to ask anything, crushing you into a hug, desperate to feel you in his arms.
Your head tucked under his chin as he buries his nose deeper into your hair, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Soon, his grip on you loosens enough for you to wriggle away a bit and look into his eyes. He didn’t need to explain. You knew.
And there you two were, two loving fools in the middle of the hallway, his hands cupping your cheeks gently and gazing at you as if to engrave you into his mind.
He gently leans his forehead on yours, noses brushing against each other and his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.
Ever so gently his coarse voice speaks:
“Promise me you will not leave, my love.”
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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Professor Zhongli hcs but you're his spouse and not his student
Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Also I'm not booing the works that have prof zhongli x student reader, i just thought this concept here is cute
This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why
The professor and his spouse series
Well starting off, he's an exceptional teacher, very gentle and patient. Many students have definitely lit up at his youthful and handsome looks, before noticing the ring adorning his finger.
He's very loved by his students, but they all have the habit of making him swerve from the actual topic sometimes. Beforehand, he usually went on about historical events and all the details he has somehow memorised, sometimes even bringing his own pictures of certain locations as source material.
He's always dressed nicely, either a vest and a crisp shirt with dress pants and leather shoes, a nice dress shirt or a simple sweatshirt. But the one thing that makes it really special, something that his students don't know, is that you actually dress him in the morning sometimes.
Every morning, when he wakes up and has basked in your presence (for at least ten minutes), you two wash up in the bathroom and get ready.
Small kisses exchanged and giggly smiles adorning your faces. He thinks it's adorable when you stand before him, tongue sticking out in concentration when you tie his necktie, adjusting it before kissing his cheek lightly to seal the deal. Your lover really can't help but tug you back into his arms to nudge his nose with yours.
Now the thing is that everyone knew that their very simpable teacher is married, but no one had ever seen you and some can't stop but wonder about you.
But oh boy.
One time you showed up because you noticed that your love had forgotten his phone and lunch at home because of a rushed morning.
Dumbass didn't forget to give you a quick kiss on the cheek though, freaking priorities duh
So you came into his lecture room right before you'd thought his students would shuffle in, but many early attenders happened to witness the whole loving exchange of their teacher with the mystery person.
INSTANT SHIPPING
SHIPPING INTENSIFIES WHEN THEY SEE
HOW ADORINGLY HE LOOKS AT YOU
maybe some even kinda start simping for you(?)
He's just too distracted by your presence to care much, so he'd gingerly cup you cheek and thank you with his charming glint.
Secretly, he likes showing his spouse off a little, so it might just happen that he "forgets" things at home for you to bring him one or two more times a week.
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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Professor Zhongli hcs but you're his spouse and not his student [pt.2]
Characters: Zhongli × gn!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: since so many liked the first one, why not do a second one? Modern Zhongli is a lot more playful in my mind, because he's not like six thousand years old, just grandpa spirited
ALSO DOES ANYONE WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST
This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why
Professor and his spouse series
We all know how much he can talk, so it's not unusual for him to stray from a topic, once his students find something where he can talk about you. It may be someone asking him about a beautifully ornamented tie, maybe a new mug or a nice scarf, once they accidentally note something that has deeper relations to you, HE WILL TALK. HE WILL GET INTO HEAVY DETAIL. HE WILL DELIGHTFULLY REMINISCE LIKE A GRANDPA.
Sometimes, when there are two students that clearly have a crush on each other, he tells you about it and it's like playing cupid.
Also you became awfully invested in his observations, so everyday when he comes home and the two of you cook together, he tells you all the gossip he had gathered of the the day.
While your husband chops the vegetables, he narrates it all such a fun way that you can't help but let out audible gasps, when he brings up a familiar pair of students.
"Darling, do you remember the two students, where one of them accidentally spilled tea over the other?"
"Yes? Did you pair them for the group project?
"I paired them for the group project."
And they were groupmates. Oh my god, they were groupmates.
He has a silly keychain from when you two were mere college students as well, he attached it to his USB thumb drive and when he thwips it out of his pocket to plug in, some students might catch a glimpse of a gudetama charm on their oh so composed teacher.
Sometimes, when you're bored and get to leave work early, you sneak into his lectures and approach him afterwards, having diligently listened to his voice sounding through the lecture room.
"Professor, could I ask you something?"
And how could this lovesick fool not snap his head to the source of his angel's voice immediately? He's just really excited because he could never mistake another one's voice for yours, so he's sure it's you speaking. A gentle, lovestruck smile blooming on his face as he stepped closer to take you into his arms.
"Do go on."
"Hmm…well I was wondering if a dashing man like you, would be free to get some coffee with me?"
"We can leave this instant, my beloved."
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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College Boyfriend Zhongli
Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: Prequel/Background to the “Professor Zhongli but you’re his spouse and not his student” series. The brainrot inflicted by @hiraya-rawr (dw hun, your specialty treat is in progress atm!!)
The professor and the spouse series
Admittedly, he is quite the eye candy for everyone that attends classes alongside him, but he’s always ready to decline any date invitations, if they’re not from you, his all time favourite person.
You get bragging rights for being this man’s s/o. Fucking congratulations. He is great husband material (cough and y’all DO marry soo…)
He walks you to the lectures that he doesn’t have with you and picks you up whenever he can! He also always wants to have lunch with you, may it be at school, outside somewhere in town or at either your places.
He’s not much of a party person in college as during his rowdier early high school times (he was a dignified high schooler, but he had a slight tsundere phase bc it was puberty aka the teenage dirtbag era)
Oh this goes for both college and prof Zhongli or just any Zhongli tbh. He smells so good and whenever he gives you one of his soft sweaters, you’re in immediate heaven, it’s like being engulfed in a Zhongli hug. He thinks it’s cute.
He’s such a simp for you, my god, he’s so loving. Definitely holds your hand if you like it and presses gentle kisses to your forehead/hair.
You two go on lots of local cafe dates and the grandmas and aunties there love him, because he’s such a handsome and polite guy, who is always down for a chit chat.
“Ah, A-Li! Is that the person you’ve been telling us about? Come get them to sit with us, they have such a lovely face!”
They embarrass him a little by exposing his simpery for you <3
Sometimes you’re studying a lot and can’t see him as much as you’d like, but it’s quite adorable how he shows up at the library to sit at the same table with you. He patiently waits for you to finish up, while either doing work himself or just reading a book. (he brought snacks and tea for you)
He likes to invite you over to his flat and you meet his flatmates, their flatmate bonding cook offs are so great and epic and you’re fairly certain that this man only knows how to cook so he doesn’t get criticised to death by his friends. They also love to poke fun at him and also expose him like the cafe grandmas hehe
He naps like a dad. It started during college and it never stopped, so as a professor, he still naps like a dad.
With dad napping I mean falling asleep sitting on the couch, arms crossed with his glasses slightly shifted.
You two once got matching silly keychains when you were out and he never stopped using it, since in his later years, the little gudetama charm is slightly damaged from weathering and the paint is chipped, but it has so much puppy love stored in it, that he uses it to decorate his USB thumb drive <3
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deus-lapidis · 1 year
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The professor and his spouse
— THE FAT CAT
Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: I’m making more of this AU
Professor Zhongli and his spouse series
What makes a family of two better? A family of three! (ofc only after having established a stable way of living)
You two had been thinking of adopting a pet, since you’ve been watching way too many animal shelter videos of poor little critters needing a home, but nothing was ever set into stone.
So, it was a rather random event when one late afternoon, your husband came home from work with one unit of a cat.
Oh boy, you had to do a double take as to not mistake the cat for a big cushion. He was comically large, almost flowing out of the carrier in his wholistic greatness. His coat was a nice shade of brown with darker streaks here and there, his eyes a rare orange hue, an expression rather disgruntled but not dismissive of the new environment.
You were still stunned, staring at the cat, then looking up to your sheepishly chuckling husband and then back at the cat again, that had sat down on the floor, unmoving and not at all curious about its new home. Like a stubborn boulder, truly.
“My dearest—“
“A-Li, explain please.”
His eyes looked helpless —like a puppy— but he explained to you that he knew that you both hadn’t set anything in stone yet, but one of his colleagues had asked him whether he would be interested in a cat by any chance. Turns out that the incredibly big cat, currently inhabiting the blanket on your sofa, was bred to obtain the rare brown coat and orange eyes, but had been neglected by their owner and fattened to the point of concern.
And thus, he had to be rescued, then was ultimately taken in by Zhongli’s colleague and is now sprawled out (as much as is chonkiness allowed him to) on the couch.
Congrats you’re cat parents now <3
Zhongli decided to name him Azhdaha.
He is excruciatingly fat.
Somehow though, he was comfortable in your home, as if he knew he was with good people now, people that would love and care for him.
Well except for when you brought him to those water exercise courses so he would lose weight for his own good. You always have to bribe him with a treat, so he doesn’t hate you as much anymore.
Although, truthfully, you and your husband have always been close, but this cat brought you even closer to one another.
There’s something sweet about watching Zhongli interact with Azhdaha too.
You two have started talking to the cat and asking generic questions like
“Azh, have you eaten yet? Has Baba given you food yet?”
And when he mrrps back at the one asking, the other half of you two always comments as well, as if to answer the question for Azhdaha.
“Yes, he has eaten.”
You’ve found that your beloved fur friend loves to scream at you in communication and you can find Zhongli conversing with him quite a lot. Sometimes in meows. Sometimes in human language.
On some occasions, Azhdaha likes to wake one of you up by putting every little atom of his entire being into one(1) paw, that is ramming into your solar plexus, while he sniffs the face of his victim.
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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“Rest your eyes now, my dear.”
— Lay in your lover’s arms
Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe x gn!reader
Genre: angst, the big sad, major character death (he dies)
A/N: I wanted to do a sad one
@astroculus-affiliation
Kaeya
Kaeya life was perilous, having to choose between two sides at all times, living and losing and yet he wanted to believe that he had done well. He had overcome so much, he was so cautious, he yearned to think everything through, meticulously working to not make mistakes in contrast to the relaxed mask he wore. But it was in vain in the end.
“It’s so bright, I’m so tired..”, smooth voice nothing but a weak slurring sound now, his eyes growing heavier with each passing moment, eyepatch discarded somewhere irrelevant to both him and you, as you caressed his face.
Tears filling your eyes as you tried to smile for him, eyebrows furrowed, because you knew what he was doomed for.
“Kaeya, my love, please stay with me, stay awake for me just a bit longer, I- you’ll be okay-“
“…can you tell me about..us..?”, it was a quiet plea, a wish to seal his life once and for all. He wasn’t scared of death, he was only scared of what would happen to you, the one he cherished the most. Kaeya had many regrets in his life, but you weren’t one of them and he wished to be reminded of your shared love before he slipped away.
You shook your head frantically, eyes shut tightly in denial, but when you opened them you were met with a glassy pleading look. You took an unsteady, deep breath, your voice faltering with every word, yet determined to fulfil your lover’s wish. Gently you intertwined his fingers with yours.
“We’re going to go home…go home and get some rest in bed together, Kaeya. Our bed and some cuddles, our warm duvets, hm?”
It became far too tiring to keep his eyes open and he hummed slightly in agreement, hand giving you a faint squeeze.
“…that…sounds…perfect..like a dream…”
And he was right, it all sounded like a dream.
Zhongli
When he retired, he thought he had been able to outsmart it all, to lay down his duties as the god of contracts, to live his life with you peacefully. But truth be told, life finds a way to chase one down, his past inevitably catching up to him.
Was this all a punishment for all the things he had done? For everything he has taken and destroyed? For him to now listen to his loved one desperately try and remain calm for his sake?
He wasn’t ready to leave you behind yet, there were many things he wanted to experience with you, but you were running out of time.
His heart ached at how deeply broken your gaze was, he wanted to reach out to you and soothe you, but you hushed him with a gentle kiss.
Your lips were warm on his.
“You’ve fulfilled your contracts, darling. You can rest now, it’s alright..”, he could feel your soft lips brushing against his as you talked in a hushed tone, so quiet and soft, only for his ears to hear. Your fingers gingerly grazing over his cheek, so gently as if he was made out of glass.
“My…contracts..?”, his mind grew hazy, clouded and confused while his eyes lost focus. and breathing slow and shallow, chest rising unsteadily.
The tears in your eyes threatened to spill, as you watched his mind slip away slowly.
“Do you remember the lover’s oath, honey?”, he weakly nodded in confirmation, heavy eyes longly having closed in fatigue.
And at last, you hummed the familiar tune to him, as a loving and final goodbye.
Childe
He had always strived to be the strongest, the best and the greatest warrior. But even a harbinger of excellent strength is just a broken child deep down and there are things fate had prepared for him, that he could not defeat with brute strength. Rage instead of inner peace, would be poison for a hurting soul and truthfully, he had never had the chance to heal. This time, his recklessness was simply too brash, his delusion simply too draining and the opponent simply too strong.
He wanted to thrash in refusal, but your gaze pinned him down and he was far too weak to make big movements. You knew it was too late for him. Your eyes full of sorrow and love for the man, resting on you, tears trickling onto his cheeks as you stroked his hair.
“You did it, love. You protected me, you did it…”, you whispered to him, your voice was so gentle, yet so broken. Hundreds of thousands of doubts and questions were running through his mind, but he was far too tired to speak, instead he held onto your hand desperately and as tightly as he could, wanting to savour your warmth in his last moments. He held onto you as if you were the one that would disappear.
He wished to scream, to cry for you or to just comfort you, but every attempt was futile, a strained and choke sound escaping him instead.
He shook his head weakly, he didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to leave this life, he didn’t want to leave his family, he didn’t want to leave you. Oh his pretty love, he swore to never be the cause of your pain, but here he lays, your faces scrunched up in anguish, your smile gone and replaced with silent tears.
Yet you chose to soothingly love him in his final misery, staying with him ‘til the last breath.
“You did so well, Ajax. I’ll be okay, rest easy now, honey.”
And with those last words, his tight grip on you loosened, hand slipping out of yours and hitting the ground.
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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The boys when they receive flower bouquets
Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe x gn!reader
Genre: fluffy fluff
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Ever since you realised how seldom you ever saw men being gifted flowers in a friendly way, the thought has always been in the back of your mind. Usually men would receive their first proper bouquets simply at their funerals and you thought of it as awful, since your thoughts couldn’t help but wander to your beloved someone.
Diluc
You adore your significant other and he’s such a hardworking and loving man, that you couldn’t help but assemble a neatly decorated bouquet with lamp grass being the star of it all.
When he arrived home, welcomed by the sight of your form holding onto a bunch of flowers and a sweet smile on your face, he felt all the tension leave his shoulders and his heart flutter.
Once you elaborated the meaning for the sudden gift, the main reason being that you wanted to bring joy to your loved one, he gently took the flowers from you to provide them with water, pressing a kiss to your brow lovingly. Truthfully, he also wanted to hide the little tears forming in the corner of his eyes, his cheeks tinted pink and his face threatening to break out in a smile and continuous chuckles.
When taking them from you, he locked his hands with yours to pull you along and then shower you with the deserved affection, he’s been meaning to hold back ever since he left that morning.
“Thank you, my darling. You mean the most to me.”
Kaeya
It was for Kaeya’s birthday when you decided to pick out a beautiful bouquet of roses with a nice bottle of wine and a bottle of grape juice just to torment him
He’s clearly received singular flowers before, but you don’t think you’ve ever gifted him a whole bouquet. So you wiggled out of his embrace early in the morning, light tired grumbles of disapproval coming from the man still half asleep in your bed, to ready breakfast and his gifts.
When he finally does roll out of bed, he sleepily shuffles into the kitchen to look for his love and meets you halfway on his way, a big bouquet in your arms with a bright smile on your face.
Upon realising what day it is and what your intentions were, he lets out a joyful sigh, pulling you into his chest to both plant a kiss on your forehead and admire the roses.
“I have to say that you’re still the most beautiful flower in my life though.”
Childe
Admittedly, he’d most likely cry, either internally or externally. Since he was sent away at a young age and is indeed a fatui harbinger, people behaving lovingly to him didn’t happen too often anymore, except for when he finally met you.
He turns inevitably soft when you welcome him home with a beautifully decorated bouquet. He grins at you with a heart throb, closed eyed smile, before just throwing his whole being into your arms. (bouquet thrown onto the bed by you once you realised that he won’t back down from his attack)
Once you two part you can see the slightest glittering in his eyes, they’re glassy with love and bright with joy. He’ll get soft, wanting to rest his head on your chest and shower you in all the sweet nothings he can think of.
“Thank you for being my lover.”
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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Imagine being loved.
Being so loved that they hold you close to their chest in the morning, eyes gazing at you with so much warmth and adoration. They thread their fingers with yours, brushing a kiss to your knuckles, before pressing your joined hands to their chest and shutting their eyes in bliss once more.
Being so loved that they smile at you so brightly, that the sun and moon would envy the light that emits from it. A look so smitten and intrigued with you only, before not being able to hold back a small chuckle of happiness.
Being so loved that everything you hate about yourself, are just things they love about you. All the little scars and marks, every curve, every big and small facial feature, you used to frown upon as a child. They'd love them, for they are what make you, you.
Being so loved that they automatically shield your head from possibly bumping anything, their touch warm and gentle.
Being so loved that they stare at you while you do the most mundane things, realising that you truly are who they want to be with eternally.
Being so loved that they’re openly prideful about being your significant other, they send you a smile only reserved for you, until finally joining in on what your were doing.
Being so loved that they see you everywhere, similar habits of yours someone else seemed to mimic, a small beautiful flower on the sidewalk, that they think you'd find endearing or maybe just a familiar tune or smell.
Being so loved that they wouldn't turn away from you and stay by your side. Loyal and trusting in each other, simple acts of service, out of attentiveness and affection.
Imagine being loved.
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deus-lapidis · 1 year
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Imagine a sleep drunken Zhongli just shifting to reach out to his spouse, eyes still squinted together, as he presses a chaste kiss on their shoulder with his tail wrapping around them. Soft purrs sounding from his throat, him easily slipping into a lovely dream again <3
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deus-lapidis · 1 year
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The Professor!Zhongli Masterlist
So basically, I had a work about Professor Zhongli, but you’re his spouse and not his student. And people seemed to really love it, so I’m making this post to recollect and expand the content :))
If you’d be interested in making requests on this AU, I’d be happy to receive them!! I’ll pick some out depending on how they fit my characterisation of him <3
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✧ College boyfriend (when you were students)
✧ Charming shenanigans with him
✧ Charming shenanigans with him [pt.2]
✧ You, your husband and the excruciatingly humongous cat [new!]
✧ More to come!!
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deus-lapidis · 1 year
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(Woooooh, I finally found it ! I hope you won’t mind me doing a copy/paste…)
Helloooo, I’m coming rather quickly, but I immediately fall asleep after sending you my reply, thank you so much for being a kind person and letting me wake up to such kind words q-q)💕💕 (I can’t believe you’re being in a tight situation, hope it gets resolved fast!;;) As you long as you’re able to, would you mind if I ask for a zhongli and/or Al-haitham with a f! Reader who’s sick despite being very healthy most of the time ? F! Reader is a kind and shy person so she’d easily feel useless if something bad ever happens due to her weak condition… please do take your time for writing it ! I don’t mind the wait at all, please do it whenever you’ll feel like it and I hope that it won’t bother you to do so ;;v;;)
Taking care of a bacterial bag (affectionate) / You’re sick
Characters: Zhongli, Al Haitham x fem!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: I don’t think I’ve used any specific femme representing words, so technically gn!reader works as well! I also haven’t had a lot of interaction with Al Haitham yet, so I excuse me if my characterisation isn’t on point yet.
ALSO SORRY THIS IS COMING OUT SO LATE I think I actually did finish Zhongli’s part the day you sent the ask, but wasn’t able to wrap it up until recently
Zhongli
Oh goodness you’re sick. Somebody calm this old heart of his.
Of course he’s gonna worry quite a bit, because you’re his beloved treasure and he can’t have his beloved treasure fall ill now, can he >:((
He’s been having sneaking suspicions about your symptoms already though, since it’s quite rare for him to see you catch a cold and it’s clear you’ve been having symptoms lately.
Worry not, your malewife Zhongli comes to the rescue! He’s ready to tend to you, taking care of everything around the house and catering to any wishes you might or might not voice out.
Constantly in the kitchen to make some nice soup and steep the best tea to open your sinuses (he’s wearing an apron while cooking. Yeah. Let that sink in.)
Will not let you help him in any way even if you insist that you’re okay and would feel guilty and helpless if he’d have to do everything. Lie back down, he has a wooden spoon and he is ready to make you soup. He is not afraid.
Will press a small kiss to your forehead when you scrunch up your face in dismay, amusement swirling in his eyes at your pouting.
He does that asian parent thing where he presses his forehead to yours to check if you have a fever.
Will make you take traditional Chinese medicine and if you complain about the bitter taste, he’ll chuckle and reward you with nice sweet snow fungus soup.
Also his immune system is stone cold and unfazed all the time, so if you really really really want to cuddle, he will hold you as much as you’d like. He’s incredibly warm and his back rubs easily soothe you into a deep sleep.
Alhaitham
Alhaitham is a very technical and rational person, direct and seemingly uninterested in other people, but all of that coldness and rationality fly out the window as soon as there’s anything happening concerning you.
He’s gooey and soft for your weakened state, he does NOT enjoy seeing you suffer.
He tries to scramble together all the things that could relief your symptoms and literally puts everything on a silber plate(tray).
On the tray you may find some light crackers(upon your request), some tea, tissues and cough drops from a local shop.
It’s kinda fun to see him pop in to check on you, an apron draped over his body halfheartedly as he greets you with some orange juice.
He will reluctantly cuddle with you if you ask him nicely, but mentally he’s damning your cute face for tempting him into snuggling a bacterial bag.
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