Childe X Zhongli - Blog Posts

A blessing in disguise

Pairing: Zhongli/Childe

Rating: T

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Chapter: One Shot (First part of the Chili Con Carne serie)

Word Count: 4531

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Slight Angst, Pre-Slash, Alternative Universe No Contract

Link to AO3:

Summary:

"Childe, you came," warmly greeted Zhongli in a low rumbling voice, a soft smile slightly grazing his lips, as he stood in the farthest corner of the small convivial shop. Judging by the two stoneware handless mugs and the fuming cast iron teapot, it was clear the dark haired man had been expecting the newcomer sudden arrival.

“Good evening to you too, Zhongli xiangsheng,” returned the Harbinger with a familiar cheeky grin plastered on his features.

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OR: That one time Zhongli invited Childe for some tea, storytelling and a hot meal... A very hot meal.

Oneshot -Killing Butterflies

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships: Aether x reader ; Childe x reader ; Childe x Zhongli

TW: Aether x reader ; reader x Tartaglia ; Tartaglia x Zhongli (if you squint) ; Major angst ; character death ; hurt no comfort ; Aether loves reader, reader loves Tartaglia, Tartaglia loves Zhongli ; reader dies ; implied death ; gn reader-no gender is given to reader

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This is a whole bucket full of angst so have fun lol. Also, for context i would recommend reading this post of mine. Anyways enjoy reading! (*^▽^*)

Aether couldn't bear to see you like this. To watch you through yourself at him when he no longer loved you. It was pitiful really. How you begged for him to stay. You were attached to him while he moved on. Tartaglia didn't hate you, he simply didn't love you anymore. Tartaglia moved on and fell in love with someone else; his best friend. You couldn't do anything about it but simply accept what had happened. Though you could never move on from him as he had done.  

And so Aether watched as you fell deeper into despair. He tried to lift you up, to show you how much you were loved and that you didn't need Tartaglia to feel loved, that there was someone else who loved you dearly. You were too blinded by your sorrow to notice how Aether thought of you.  

As much as Aether wanted to do more for you he couldn't and so he let himself be a shoulder to cry on for you. Hoping. Praying. That one day you would see how much he cared for you. 

You had been going to Aether nearly every day for about a week just to cry. He was your dearest friend after all.  Until one day you stopped.  

Aether thought you simply needed a bit of space to get over your heartache.  

That was a week ago though. 

It had been two weeks since he last saw you, and he was getting worried.  

He stood outside your home, knocked, telling you it was only him and that he was worried because he hadn't saw you in two weeks. 

Silence 

He knocked again. 

Nothing 

He wasn't fond of entering without your permission but he had to make sure you were alright. He needed to make sure. 

He went to open the door to find it was unlocked already, though it wasn't uncommon for you, it seemed to unnerve him for some reason. Your home was dark, the curtains were all closed and no light was on. The lack of light only made him worry more. You always had light in your home whether from open curtains or candles lit at night so for your house to be so dark in the middle of the day was worrisome. He walked around your house looking for you until he came to your room. 

The door was closed and at first it seemed deadly silent from within your room as it was in the rest of your house. He stood there silently until he heard what sounded like a sob come from within your room. He opened the door to find you curled in on yourself in the corner of the room on your bed.  

"Y/n are you-" 

However you were surrounded by butterflies. 

Red butterflies. 

Blood Red butterflies 

"Aether?" 

He knew what was happening. He had seen this before. A friend from another world had died the exact same way, but he hadn't heard of it happening on Teyvat. He didn’t think it was possible here. He didn't want to believe it.  

"How long has this been going on for y/n?" Aether inquired while walking over to your side. 

"A-about two weeks now," you paused, taking a breath. "Aether do you know what's wrong with me?" 

The look in Aether's eyes told you the answer to your question. It hurt Aether to see you like this, to hear you sound broken. It seemed that at the very least the disease wasn't well known in Teyvat if at all. 

You didn't have much longer. It was obvious with how pale you were and the number of butterflies around you. Most people barely survived a month with the disease. Typically the victim died within three to four weeks of obtaining it. So it was easy to tell you would be dead soon. 

He stayed by your side, tending to you as you slowly grew weaker and couldn't perform simple tasks let alone even walk. The only time he left your side was to inform Tartaglia of your condition and what was going to happen as well as ask Albedo if he knew anything of the disease. 

Aether was told that while it did exist in Teyvat, it was extremely rare. 

The moment Aether got back he was immediately by your side again. 

You died in his arms five days later. 

He laid you down on your bed as the butterflies landed on and around you to rest peacefully alongside with you.  

Aether sat on the ground next to your bed, closing his eyes only to start coughing. He looked at his hand only to be met with flowers. 

Red flowers. 

Blood Red flowers. 

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I've come to realize that while I'm not the biggest fan of reading angst, I sure do love writing it.

CHAPTER UPDATE:

One Day You‘ll Love Me Again

Ch5/? of my tartali/chiLi 💧🔶 story on AO3

— bottom Zhongli, top Childe (balanced)

— pining

— melancholy

— they’re both bad at feelings

— reconciliation

— slow burn

— light angst

— sick Zhongli, hungover Childe

— +50k words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30050613/chapters/93322468

CH5 WIP of my tartali / chiLi 💧🔶 story by the name of ‘One Day You‘ll Love Me Again’ on AO3 ♥

It’s a rather spontaneous Childe concussion flashback

pining, melancholy, they’re both bad at feelings

Link to story in post below this one on my profile

( also damn, we’re surpassing the 41k word count already )

I am reviving this story for #Zhongli’s birthday ♥ & also: Happy New Year!

Chapter 4 of my tartali / ChiLi 💧🔶 story

— #Genshin Impact

— bottom Zhongli, top Childe (trying to balance them though)

— after 1.3

— pining, lots of melancholy, they’re both bad at feelings LINK TO STORY

Chapter 2 of my TartaLi/ChiLi 💧🔶 story is up

— bottom Zhongli, top Childe (trying to balance them though)

— after 1.3

— pining, lots of melancholy, they’re both bad at feelings

— Childe returns from Snezhnaya

— Xiao and Ganyu featured

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30050613/chapters/74842605#workskin

I posted my first Genshin Impact/TartaLi story on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30050613/chapters/74001786