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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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dear osmanthus — zhongli .

synopsis !! after a traumatizing experience with treasure hoarders in your little rural teahouse, you find comfort in your regular customer and dear friend, Zhongli.

contains !! gn reader, preferably minors dni, tw // recovery from s.a., trauma response, intimacy, hurt/comfort!! some brief mature scenes but general sfw. father figure/familial zhongli! "darling" as pet name! protective zhongli out for vengeance. READ WITH CAUTION even if this is milder than other dark contents :>

note !! this is definitely one of the heavier works ill be posting here, but i did try to steer away from descriptive scenes. this has lotsa platonic intimacy tho! enough to make lovers jealous but you can take it as romantic too i guess?

Tossing, turning, the sheets tangled with your form. It's hot. It's cold—

It's closing time in the teahouse. The counters have been wiped and the floors have been swept, you only need to lock up. Perhaps if you had locked the doors first then you could have prevented everything.

You remember this scene. A crash, a bang, a group entering -rowdy and intimidating- pushing you back behind the counter. Then a rope, some laughter (not yours), mora being taken out of the register. It clinks and clanks into their pockets and pouches.

You're compliant— quiet and trying your best to be calm. You knew the odds of you, a rural teahouse owner, winning against a group of treasure hoarders and you didn't want to try your luck. Let them take the mora, the pretty wall decor, your best tea set— and tomorrow, you'll make a report to the Millelith. That was the plan you conjured as you tried not to shake in fear.

Then—

"Hey boss–" A skinny treasure hoarder tugs at the older, larger man. Leaning close to mutter something, "—The owner looks kinda cute."

The boss turns to you, eyes staring you down. Your stomach drops at the grin that spreads on his face.

"Aye, they do, don't they?"

"No!—"

"—No!"

You jolt up from bed, a scream at the tip of your tongue. Breath stuck. You choke from nothing. The dream felt so real. Their gazes, looking down on you.

Your blanket pooled around your waist from when you sat up. It felt heavy, like it was holding you down- holding you down- holding you down- You quickly shoved it away, kicking it off your legs and feet until it hanged on the edge of your bed.

The lost of a blanket made the room feel colder.

You stared at it, for archon's sake! it's just a blanket!

A sob echoed in the room. You realize it's your own noise. It's your despair that has repeatedly climbed up your throat over and over again, causing so much noise in the quiet of your room. Bringing your knees closer to your chest and hiding your eyes behind your palms, you give yourself a moment to cry.

A bird chirps by the window and little rays of morning sun peeks through the blinds. Time to start the day.

•

The teahouse was always busy during brunch. Today was no different— with groups of grandparents huddling in after their morning tai chi, merchants and their goods parked outside, little kids sent to buy some bread and maybe a sweet bao for themselves— the teahouse might as well be blessed by Rex Lapis himself.

It's comforting. You love mornings like these, accustomed to the early rush, but the talking grows noisier, their gazes are on you, you hear footsteps, you feel the crowd, calm down, calm down—

"Good morning, mister Zhongli. The usual?"

You greet the gentleman as he settles in his usual spot. A small table and tall chair by a corner, windows overlooking the mountains of Liyue.

"Good morning, darling. That would be most appreciated." He smiles back, a warm smile and you can't help but think how much it resembles the sweet grandparents on the next table. Honestly, Zhongli should value his youth more. What bachelor would spend his mornings in a rural teahouse with an old traditional book?

You come back with a pot of osmanthus tea and a plate of steamed buns. He's turning the pages of his book.

"Here you are."

"Hm? Is this the usual serving for baozi?"

"The extra baozi is a treat for being a regular customer, but don't tell the other customers that." You grin with a wink and he chuckles deeply.

"Of course, it's only because the tea here is exceptional that I keep coming back."

"Then I'll leave you to enjoy the meal. Ring the bell should you need anything."

•

"Uh three mantou, one congee–"

"Make that two congee."

"—Two congee, the pickled vegetable kind, not the meat, and umm shrimp dumplings—"

You're trying to be polite. You're nodding your head, listing down the orders. There's nothing wrong with the group, really, it's just that the group of men are taking too long. Their orders are repetitive and your list is full of erasures, they're a little robust, a little too loud, but it's nothing new in the service industry.

Then—

"How many pieces of mantou did I order again?" One of them stands up, slightly, from his seat. He's taller than the rest, he looms over you. You're sure he doesn't mean to, he looks kind, but his hand grabs at your upper arm, pulling you towards him, peeking at your list of their orders.

He grabbed you. He's grabbing you. His hand is on you and he pulled you and you went along with the force all too easily, so pliant to a show of strength, and all of a sudden—

"Hey, hey, hold 'em down,"

"Stop struggling–"

There's an arm around you. A hand on you. Another hand. Someone's knee presses on your thigh. You're struggling but you're not moving and it's surreal how futile your efforts are.

"Cutie's a little feisty." One says and it scares you how casually it's said; Like a passing comment on the road; Like a joke, but you're not laughing.

Before you knew it, you've shoved your customer away, his expression a mix of shock and confusion as you turn to the back door of the teahouse.

Some people turn their heads but most continued to eat, unfazed by the odd commotion, with the exception of a pair of amber eyes following your form out the door.

"Did I do something wrong?" The customer mumbles aloud, his friends shrug to themselves, "I think I should go after them-"

"Please allow me." Zhongli approaches the group, "I happen to be a friend of theirs. They haven't been feeling well lately, having a customer check up on them would only make them feel conflicted."

"I suppose you're right. . . I leave it to you, then."

•

You're heaving, hunched over the grass and trying to keep back what you had for breakfast down your throat. It's dizzying and you can't seem to stop the spontaneous shivers wracking through your body.

What have you done? To shove aside a customer over- over this? You have to turn back and apologize— did they notice? Did the whole restaurant have their eyes on you? You can't bare the thought of being so overly exposed.

You hear your name from a familiar voice behind you.

"There, there, it's alright, child."

The voice is grounding, gentle and calm. Not at all like the obnoxious laughter of those men, their disgusting suggestions and—

"You're alright now, there, there."

"Oh, mister Zhongli," You didn't mean to sob his name but it escapes you anyway, your arms reach out to wrap around his middle. His presence grounds you, like an unwavering rock when the water currents try to drown you. He reciprocates your hug, gently laying his arms around you, rubbing your back. "It's– it's not always like this," You stutter out, "Most days, I barely think of it. Most days, I don't mind this."

He nods along in understanding. Nevermind that you could be referring to anything else, he just understands.

"It's alright to feel this way," He holds you with a slight sway to his movements, comforting, calming, "You have every reason to break down, my dear. You didn't deserve what happened to you—"

He continues his soft reassurances, lulling you with his voice, wrapping you in arms that feel safe.

A soft bed, the quiet atmosphere of Bubu Pharmacy surrounds you.

"Are you alright?"

"Mister Zhongli. . .? What happened. . ."

He sits back, worried, "What was the last thing you remember, dear?"

"I was. . . closing the teahouse and then–" the men. You remember the men. You're breathing harder now, holding back the overwhelming feelings of disgust and helplessness and–

Zhongli is calm as he comforts you. He goes over the events carefully, how the Millelith came and apprehended the situation, how he just so happened to be there, lucky enough to accompany you to the Pharmacy Clinic. It's unfortunate but some of the men escaped. He holds your hand as he says this.

You don't remember the whirlwind of events (neither do you wish to remember). A fight happened, perhaps. You can imagine the Millelith storming in, the panic of your assailants, the dark of the night sky as you're whisked away for first aid, and Zhongli staying by your side the entire time.

"Thank you. . . for comforting me." You tell him, finally parting slowly from the embrace, "I think I'm feeling okay now. I have to apologize to the customer."

"I told them that you're feeling unwell today, they would understand if you take a leave for now and let your employees handle the rest."

"Should I?" You glance up worriedly, he nods in assurance.

"Yes, just take a rest for now." He smiles, it's warm and again, grounding.

"It seems you're always here when I need you to, mister Zhongli."

There's a flicker in his eyes. A sad look, almost regretful, "If I had arrived with the Millelith a little sooner. . . "

You sigh quietly, not out of disappointment towards him, but in the face of reality, "You did what you can and I'm more than grateful. After all, we are not gods. . . we are simply humans," Turning your head away from him, you stare up at the sky, "I can only hope that the gods would take care of the rest of them."

"I hope so as well. . ."

note !! *looks at upcoming works* yup, lots of platonic intimacy there. i joined the Zhongli fandom for hot daddy— ended up staying for wholesome grandpa <3

do tell me what you think of this fic! I tried a different writing process for it so :>

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bonus scene —

zhongli doesn't mean to worry you. he really didn't plan on it, but he can't exactly explain to the millelith what happened to the remaining treasure hoarders, right? the stone forests of liyue are the perfect hideout for wanted criminals, not even moonlight could filter through the thick trees. mortals would find it difficult to traverse the rocky and rich terrain, hence why the millelith would avoid the place.

It's the geo archon's territory after all.

"Ah, so here's the rest of you." Zhongli says, a calm smile on his face, "I must say, you're rather unlucky compared to your friends who were caught. They must be sitting peacefully in their cells right now."

The group turns to him in confusion, the dark of the night makes it difficult to see the gentleman dressed in brown, but his piercing amber eyes strikes them like a predator watching their prey.

"Hey! Who are you?" One of them calls out, annoyed.

"Unimportant. But I suggest you run."

"What?"

Pupils turn to slits. Amber eyes glow brighter. And for a split second, if you focus really hard, the face of a dragon stares back.

"Run."

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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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word vomit — ragnvindr sibling

THE IDEA THAT DILUC'S MOM ISNT DEAD BUT she divorced and took the youngest child with her. So there you are, the little not-Ragnvindr, growing up admiring your distant brother.

In a way, the situation is similar to Jean and Barbara (since Jean grew up under her strict Gunnhildr mother while Barbara with the her father, Bishop Paige). Barbara admires Jean! I like to hc that MC would be best of friends with Barbara, and they could relate to each other a lot.

Imagine feeling jealous and almost bitter when Kaeya arrived in the Ragnvindrs. It almost felt like you were being replaced. You're Diluc's little sibling! How could that total stranger just take your place out of no where >:(( Your childish mind might even discriminate him for being an orphan with motives after hearing rumors.

But Diluc looks happy with Kaeya. So you might be a little complacent and tolerant him... just a little. (it still hurts to be replaced though).

Crepus still sends you gifts on your birthdays and every other milestone. He still loves you deeply with every letter he sends but your mother keeps a tight rein on you, it's difficult to meet with your other family.

Pre-Trauma Diluc also treats you like a little sibling whenever you bump into each other in the street. He takes you out for snacks when your mother isn't around and walks you home. Kaeya, on the other hand, is a little hesitant around you .

(On your first meeting with Kaeya, he made a joke about having another sibling and you couldn't hide your bitter glare. Your only brother is Diluc!!) Eventually you do warm up to Kaeya, if it isn't for your rivalry relationship on being the "best little sibling". Diluc is just happy that his younger siblings are getting along.

Imagine the despair hearing of Crepus' death. He was your father as well, it pains you, but what hurts more might be the thought of what Diluc is going through. And Kaeya! Where is Kaeya? How could he leave Diluc alone (briefly, you consider that Crepus is also his father, and that Kaeya was more his son that you were his child over the years)

Anyway, just a lot of family issues, a child who clings to their place in their family, and insecurities manifesting itself on the adopted sibling etc etc

#hira brainrot #diluc #genshin brainrot #genshin found family #genshin familial #kaeya #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin

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