cw. dragon!li and dragon!villette, implied human!gn!reader, hatchlings, fluff

thinking about zhongli in his dragon form. sunbathing on top of a mountain peak in liyue. you're leaning against his tuft of a tail, napping and carefully shielded from the harsh sun by the bushy floof. your little noodle-shaped children are in their dragon forms, strewn on top of their father's back, some flipped on their bellies with their little feets wiggling, all of them purring and just enjoying the lovely day out.

thinking about neuvillette in his dragon form. out in a rain he commanded to fall at some obscure lake in fontaine. you're giggling as he continues to create waves with his tail, though the protective bubble around you prevented you to get wet. your scaly children had long since decided to team up to try and splash their father back as a revenge while riding the waves, fins flicking about in excitement.

picking grapes with diluc, but you rather admire what's yours.

you sit underneath a large tree, straightening your sundress as your eyes ardently dance along your boyfriend's movements.

the pearly sound of ice cubes floating in your refreshing drink whistles as you take a sip, eyes curious, mind wandering. you find yourself holding your breath at the sight of him, or his well-toned back muscles bulging from beneath his shirt.

diluc brushes away a feeble lace of sweat on his forehead as his tailored shirt moves with the tension in his limbs. it fit him perfectly, and such you could easily discern by the amount of muscles showing underneath the fabric.

a chorus of birds chirp a love song and write your love in the sunlight.

there was no pain or poison in the air— by this tension and heat, you could pour the air and call it syrup, a love liquid.

each one of your exhales tensely draw together when you continue to watch him, a cold breeze drifting through the thin fabric of your dress.

diluc walks towards a brown basket full of grapes as he picks it up easily, as if he didn't even consider it being heavy— and his corded muscles ripple when he lifts it to a different spot that wouldn't bother him during his work.

the atmosphere too was warm, comfort battering like butterflies in the air as the small area you were resting in was located in an idyllic corner of the winery, undisturbed by others and almost completely quiet.

your feet sink slightly into the grass and a shiver kisses along your spine as diluc's footsteps contract the same time your own heart leaps.

he kneels in front of you, "you done watching me?"

ah, of course he noticed.

sum: "what are we?" pillow talk between zhongli and gn! reader.

a/n: from the (very old) poll!! thank you again to all 315 of you who voted.

no cws : pure fluff.

> you and Zhongli aren't quite together. in all actuality, you’re not sure if that concept exactly exists to him in the way it does to humans, your lover possessive and archaic.

> he holds you through the night without being asked to, a cuddly pillow of mortal love and affection. Zhongli prepares meals for you according to the ancient recipes they originated from centuries ago, and he barters expertly for fine perfumes to gift you. it’s better than you think anyone could possibly treat you, and the word ‘boyfriend’ just doesn’t quite suit it. the term feels elementary and a trivialization. it waters down what it really is.

> “you love me, don’t you?” you whisper, trying to laugh in case you must play it off in the end. but you know better, and so does Zhongli. that shyness, that fear in your voice, is perfect for his keen ear.

> such a question is hardly a joke to him. Zhongli pulls you further into him, flush, both bathed in the mixture of pitch-black and starlight, his nose bumping your head.

> “of all treasures, you are the most precious,” he murmurs slowly, pressing a kiss to your crown, breathing in your scent; the fragrance of local fruits and his own clean bedsheets.

> you huff. it shouldn't make you frown, you know, but it does regardless. curling against his chest, you mumble, “that’s not what ‘m asking…”

> his seriousness fades, becoming more smug. he laughs softly before relaxing into a slight smirk, amused by your cuteness, nearly lost in its purity. “ah, you want to hear it, don’t you? that I love you,” he muses.

> pouting, you don’t find his teasings nearly as funny as usual, as he may. you bury your face into his collarbone, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength of the fine form he has settled on for decades. Zhongli purrs.

> “I do love you… not in the way I love my country, or the fauna it grows, but in a truly unique way. it is a feeling I have never experienced in all of my abundant years. not unless I am with you, my love.” his large hands adjust you just so he can press a kiss to the apple of your cheek. “I love you, and am sorry I had not made that more clear.”

> you grumble. curse Zhongli and his sly, poetic tongue and tender reassurance. you were supposed to be sleepy and upset, like all of the protagonists of all of your favorite short, Inazuman novels. but Zhongli soothes you without invalidating you, simply and shortly, a skill he knows well. you just had to be the luckiest person in the world. you snuggle him as if seeking warmth.

> he chuckles softly, wrapping you in his arms. you know he won’t be letting go.

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You're up to your usual shenanigans with your tiny dragon husband, holding his paws, making him dance around for your amusement, keeping him perched on your shoulder while you pretend you're on a quest to earn gym badges and become a champion, the like.

Except while he's on you, he loses his foothold and slides down - his clawed little paw nicking your arm in the process.

"Oh!" It's not a big deal, really; you rub the insignificant scratch mark that's not even bleeding and make to pick Chonkli back up, but the look on his furry little face suggests he'd just murdered you.

Then, he lets out a squeaky little scream.

Chonky Zhongli whines and rolls around in repentance, his fluffy little body knocking into all the furniture in the process - but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Zhong, I'm fine, seriously-" You scoop him up, but he only wiggles erratically, evoking the image of a fat little brown noodle. He licks your arm and paws at it sorrowfully, tail drooping.

Your lover stays latched onto your arm all morning, his body wrapped around it like a soft sleeve. At some point he even falls asleep like that.

He doesn't seem to let this incident go later on, either: in the afternoon when you lay down to take a nap, he comes and sits on your chest - "Oof," you mutter - so that he can guard you while you rest. His way of apologizing, but all he does honestly is smoosh your respiratory system. Cutely. He also reaches over and licks your arm where he's scratched you, but the mark is long gone so who knows what he's trying to achieve.

...later on in human form, Zhongli continues to treat you like a delicate little flower. He trims his already-short nails, yet ultimately settles for using his gloves while touching you. (Even his touches have all the precision and gentleness of a surgeon...)

shy and quiet men have my heart. i love how it takes nothing from you for them to blush furiously, their face burning hot even at the slightest touch, at the smallest smile, at the simplest kiss. i love that lovesick, head over heels look in their eyes whenever they land on you, their partner, their soulmate, the one holding their heart in the palm of your hand. i love how smitten they are with you, how they're willing to kiss the very ground you walk on like you're a deity who graced them with your time and love and effort and kindness and so on. i love how they are so embarrassed when you tease them in public, your hands subtly touching where they need it the most, kissing the spot between their ear and neck, then kissing their jawline all the way to their lips, how you whisper the most disgusting and lewdest things in their ear, describing in the detail what you wanna do once you're in the privacy of your home, where people won't see how you ravish each other to the point of exhaustion. but i especially love how these quiet, shy men turn into something akin to feral and animalistic once people's eyes aren't on you two any longer. how they drag you to the bedroom and throw you on the mattress, tearing apart all layers of clothes on your body and slamming in you right away, the obscene quantity of juices you leaked enough to have you ready for them. how they fuck you senseless, knocking the stars out of your vision, until you're nothing less than a braindead, cheap slut hungry for their cock and their cum, but unable to endure their length bullying your poor walls any longer. how you try to escape but they pull you back in position, making you scream when they slam themselves inside your raw, hypersensitive pussy again, telling you to stay still and get what you asked. how they fuck you until you pass out late into the night, finally deciding it's enough and you can sleep. and finally, how the morning after they're back to their shy, quiet usual self, bringing you breakfast in bed and cuddling you, running a warm bath to help your sore body relax, carrying you bridal style all around the house since you can't walk, your legs feeling like jelly. and you think you love your shy, quiet men, both when they're worshipping you like a deity and when they're fucking you like the dirtiest of whores.

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"Bring your kid to work" day

how beautiful did he look, as he sat amidst the lilies, maidens bedecked in gold bathing him in milk and rose petals as he accepted them graciously. lashes fluttered shut with golden orbs hiding behind serenity bathed eyes, calm despite the repetitive chant of his noble name.

'long live deus auri!'

priests chanted the holy name of the mighty god whose blessing seemed to have livened the nation with plenty joy, smiles rising on the face of every citizen. the city was bathed in lights and lamps bright as every gust of wind sang melody of the ardour.

music and incense had filled every nook and cranny, and travellers had gathered from the corners of the world to behold witness to the occasion; and to have their own hands filled with the generous king's gold—who was as gleeful as a father could be at the occasion of his eldest son's coronation.

he stands once the ceremony is completed, long brown hair open as they fall over his defined shoulders. to call him beautiful would've been both accurate and laughable, for he was more aptly compared with the sun than any petty word that could be used for anything else. the priests gather around him as he bows, a graciously swift movement as they slip the silks on his chest and the gold jewellery fitting of a crowned prince—enhancing his beauty a million times.

and had you blinked for even a moment, you would have missed the way his gaze fluttered ever so softly in your direction, atop the balcony which provided a view to the multitude of princesses who had been invited to the ceremony, as the garland of lotuses was slipped on him—the most silent gesture that very loudly said one thing—he would look forward to the day he can do that to you, and claim you his.

he turns back though, as quickly as he had looked, and then greets all with the most pleasant of smiles. all cheered loudly, but none's heart would've known the turmoil of anticipation that yours did. you understood very well the undertones of this coronation—it was his request from the king, who had been more than happy to oblige, so that he would have the right to ask your hand from your father who would only be willing to hand over his daughter to the noblest of men.

you have to prevent even a slip in gesture or airs to make for the sudden attention that you garner then, and your father smiles in the distance, old eyes gleaming with great understanding of his loveliest daughter's visage.

its a lovely affair then—the crowned prince and you sitting together near the lake of lotuses as he smiles at you with the smallest of desire in his gaze, as though trying not to let his composure slip—

'tell me, lotus-eyed, would your father allow me to take your hand in mine now?'

but your father knows the answer as he listens vaguely from near the rose bushes, even more than both of you who remain oblivious to his watchful gaze as he secretively smiles.

all that awaited now was the marriage ceremony and the rituals that follow with it—the best man wins the hand of his divine daughter. he knows he won't have to be partial, though. quite vain then would be his long wait of four years; looking for the valiant man who could dare to woo his daughter, the lady known for her very beauty and immaculate character in the land of wealth and trade.

he takes no worries when he smiles gleefully though, allowing the love birds to engage in peaceful conversation, fully trusting that his daughter would never do anything to make him bow his head low in shame. his eyes gleam in joy as he internally rejoices.

deus auri is the most competent of all in the seven continents, after all.

2024 — GENSHIN IMPACT MEN!VARIOUS X READER

‘I LOVE YOU—!’

FROM HOYO NEWS STATION written by nhoirr

ways they say "i love you" — !

In times of relishing upon each other's presence, once peace destroyed by the tug of growing boredom. Although caused by a looming thought you once entertained, now grew too loud in your head.

"A penny for your thoughts?" He muses, hand swiping over to tuck the strands of your hair behind your ear. Buttering you up to spill what causes the cease of your brows, though amused by your puckered lips in troubled thought.

"I was thinking," you start with a quick glance at his reassurance, easily admitting the thought that plagues your mind — to that, he pulls you closer to him, silently telling you to continue.

"How much do you love me?"

there was a momentary pause in his movements, though not at all troubled — his eyes boring through your skull was a gaze mixed with perplexing interest, but more or less humor.

"And why do you think I married you?" he carries on, hand glazing over underneath your thigh to pull you on his lap — silencing you with a swipe of his thumb over your lips, "Isn't it simple enough, or .. do you give in?"

He hears no response, his eyes merely squinting at you — not at all from disappointment, yet one you couldn't read. His fingers nimbly hovered along your hand, playing with your ring finger — specifically, the finger that held your wedding ring.

"I WANT A LIFETIME WITH YOU," he reminisces of the distant past when you captivated his heart, the memory of you walking down the aisle. The day implanted in his mind as the most important day of his entire life — white light surrounding you paired with white roses, he swore he heard the trumpets of the heavens — you were his strength at his lowest, as well as the light of his life.

Xianyun had learned that Rex Lapis was having the time of his life living as a mortal in Liyue Harbor, but couldn't figure out why.

She loved humanity, but upon moving to the harbor to emulate them herself, she quickly realised how wide the gulf was between immortal leisure and mortal struggles. Taxes...mortgages...customs that had been watered down through the centuries, morphing into ideals and practices that Xianyun could barely recognise. And as impressive as the Jade Chamber was (though the crane was too proud too admit it), there seemed to be a dearth of intriguing mechanisms and contraptions that could hope to hold a candle to Xianyun's own wondrous inventions.

And she had to find a job to be able to earn Mora to exchange for goods and services?! Surely even one as patient and accepting as Rex Lapis would find many of these day-to-day human tasks quite tedious, no? So then why...

She's pulled out of her thoughts by the unmistakable sound of Rex Lapis' laughter, ringing like ceremonial bells that could render even the most chaotic of crowds silent in reverence. Intrigued, she follows the sound and finds him sitting on some steps - but he's not alone.

You're sitting beside him, sidled up to him and chatting away animatedly, your words prompting even more pleasant laughter from the old god. He's feeding you little bites of almond jelly from a cup, keenly watching while you relish the taste. He lights up even more (Xianyun didn't think that was possible) when you give him a thumbs-up and lick your lips with a smile.

The emotion swirling in Rex Lapis' amber eyes...there is no doubt about it, it is love. Xianyun then notices the matching rings you and him wear, and suddenly it all falls into place.

It is you who makes even the mundane seem exciting to the god. When you have a beloved companion to brave the challenges of mortal life with, anything seems possible. Evidently Rex Lapis himself understands this, and that's why everyday, he comes home to you as the mortal named Zhongli, happily taking on the role of your husband.

Xianyun turns away from the scene, a newfound understanding dawning upon her. No wonder Rex Lapis always looks positively radiant these days.

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Artem was usually the early bird. Even during the weekends, he would get up at six o'clock right on the dot, not a minute less nor more. People called him a robot because of it, but he didn't see the value in dwelling on others' opinions, but yours? Artem felt on edge every time you glanced at him, and he could not help but wonder what was going on in your pretty little mind.

Do you find me too emotionless?

Do I show you I love you enough?

What would you like me to do?

Shall I do this? Shall I do that, instead? Will you love me more if I do?

Such thoughts plagued Artem Wing's mind often.

Which was probably why he was being like this right now, waking up a few minutes earlier than usual just to stare at your glorious face. It had become a habit.

A bit of sunlight pooled in through the cracks of the curtains that did not cover the window fully, illuminating your glorious face. Even now, as he lay in bed with you, Artem could not believe that he had gotten you — the love of his life — to fall in love with him. What did you see in him?

He reached out to your face in reverence and laid his hands on your soft cheek, caressing every bump or scar you could possibly have as he smiled. Once again, he could not help but wonder what he had done to deserve this.

He leaned in closer, observing every bit of your face; from your lashes to your lips that were chapped from the air conditioning, every part of you was perfect in Artem's eyes. He let out a shaky breath as he lay his head closer to yours, seeking comfort in the crook of your neck desperately. He breathed in your scent and let out a small groan, he really really hoped this was not some sort of dream or fantasy he would have to wake up from.

Suddenly, the alarm for six o'clock rang, and his eyes widened as you stirred in bed, eyes slowly fluttering open to Artem's bewilderment. He watched as your countenance shift from tiredness to adoration as your eyes met his.

Artem quickly shifted to turn the alarm off, never once leaving your side.

"Did I wake you up?" His raspy morning voice asked softly, not wanting to startle you too much so early in the morning.

"Good morning," you greeted first before answering him. "No, you didn't. The alarm did." You joked to him, to which he chuckled back and shook his head.

"I need to remember to turn off that alarm when I wake up next time." Artem scolded himself.

"No, no, it's fine. I need to get up anyway." You yawned, preparing to rise from the comfortable sheets of Artem's bed.

Surprisingly, though, two lean arms pull you downward.

"We don't need to arrive in the office so early today." Your eyes widened at your darling's words. Never before had you seen nor heard this disciplined man suggest the idea of being a tad bit late to the office, even if he wasn't required to clock in early. It seemed that Artem sensed your shock and blushed a deep shade of crimson. "I just thought that..." He started, his arms loosening on your body.

Upon realising the insecurity you inflicted onto Artem, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, returning his bear hug with a goofy grin.

"I just thought that we could spend more time before the sun properly rose." Said Artem, looking up at you for approval.

"That works." You smiled back as you eased into his hold.

This time, it was Artem's turn to flash a goofy smile as his grasp tightened again; not too harsh nor too soft, just enough so you would not be able to escape. He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your nape which caused a shiver to travel down your spine and before you could say anything else, Artem was already assaulting your neck with soft kisses and sweet words to your ears.

"I love you." Artem said as his laps dragged up from the side of your neck to your jaw, peppering excessive kisses — he didn't view it that way — against your skin. "I love you." He repeated again as his lips finally met yours.

"I love you too." You replied and Artem felt like all the weight on his shoulders just dispersed.

Artem looked down at you. You were perfect, that [e/c] shade of your eyes, the way your cheeks felt in his tough hands, the warmth of your body compared to his and the way you looked up at him with so much want yet with a hint of bashfulness.

It was like you were beckoning him to fall deeper into the rabbit hole that was you.

"I love you." He repeated breathily onto your lips as he pressed against them once again.

Not that he minded. He would gladly fall deeper for you if that was even possible.

"I love you more than anything." He promised.

"I love you, too." You giggled back, holding him closer to you. "I love you so much."

He wished that time could stop right now, just so he'd be able to cherish this moment — cherish you — for a longer period of time.

For now, as long as the sun was not fully in the sky, you were his to worship.

artem.wing requested to follow you!

when you pull out your phone, you have to check the notification twice to make sure you’ve read it correctly. you even go so far as to tap it, watching curiously as your phone opens pax’s newest social media app.

this couldn’t possibly be your artem wing. your fellow senior partner at themis artem wing, who once called social media positively mind-numbing. 

but it is artem, a cursory glance at the profile picture confirms. not only is the picture he uses the exact same as his identification badge, but his account is already verified — no doubt due to his association with marius von hagen. 

you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle your laughter as you stalk study the rest of his profile. 

Zhongli is great at providing you comfort - and even more so when he's in his dragon form.

It only takes one sigh from you for him to coil up around you like a giant snake. Instead of eating you like a serpent would, though, he nuzzles you gently. Sometimes his mane ends up tickling you, eliciting a few giggles. When that happens, your long husband chuckles as well, licking you lovingly.

Sometimes, he rests his big ol' head on your lap, maintaining unwavering eye contact with you. Gazing into those lustrous eyes of his is nearly trance-like; coupled with his deep, steady humming, it's therapeutic. You might not want to talk about what's distressing you just yet, but he will at least be here for you while you let the emotions stew.

When you're more stressed than sorrowful, Zhongli shrinks into his miniature form and plops his fluffy little body onto your lap, his rhythmic kitty-like purring soothing you instantly. He'd start kneading your thighs with his soft paws, still purring as he does so.

If he thinks you need a little more than his biscuit-making, he pads across the room and brings you your favorite Rex Lapis exuvia plushie in his mouth for you to squeeze to your heart's content. While you do that, your tiny dragon husband focuses on curling up around your neck like the warmest of scarves, licking your ear between more gentle purrs — maybe some reassuring headbutts as well. He can stay like this as long as he needs to.

(The moment you finally crack a smile, his tail starts wagging like crazy.)

A reminder that Zhongli canonically forged weapons during times of war; in other words, he's an expert blacksmith. Of course, he only used his prowess in smithing weaponry out of sheer necessity - and now that Liyue is at peace, he no longer needs to craft such powerful munitions meant purely to vanquish.

So, he now chooses to forge things for you.

The jade ring you wear was actually personally fashioned by Zhongli's own hands - he wanted his proposal to you to be perfect, after all. His smile while carefully shaping the ring was full of hope and love, and he was more than elated to reap the reward as you happily accepted becoming his beloved partner.

He likes to craft you special jewellery imbued with adeptal energy, so that no matter how far apart you may be, he'll always be able to sense and protect you. (That, and you'll always be elegantly fashionable. Only the prettiest for his darling.)

When you once complained to him about how frail your paper bookmarks were, he presented to you a few days later a beautiful bookmark of handmade steel. Its intricate patterns detailing stories of their own were enough to bring any bookworm to their knees.

A lot of his other gifts are handmade too - the man who once crafted swords, bows, and spears now makes you exquisite candle-holders, little sculptures of you and him, heart-shaped trinkets with your initials, and even gilded flowers that will never wilt, a symbol of his everlasting devotion.

You can find him on a free day out at the smithy, sweat illuminating his bare golden-veined arms, biceps flexing with each precise strike of the metal as his eyebrows slant in concentration. The melodious clang! of his hammer upon his handiwork is both tender and powerful.

This god, once a blacksmith for war, has now become a blacksmith for love - and he would have it no other way.