| 05:08 Am |

| 05:08 am |

There's no space for love in war, but you manage to make some, because gods can.

He's standing proud on a stone pillar, one he ordered to sprout like a flower from dirt, his white clothes betraying the amount of blood he'd spilled in these endless bits of divine conflict. There's molten gold over his figure, the rising sun not nearly as exquisite as the cor lapis nestled in his eyes, and yet it honours his eternal glory well enough.

You almost forget you're a deity yourself, as you seat on another stone throne he kindly offered you, lost in the gentle twirls of his hair at the mercy of the breeze. And you're conscious that yours is much more than admiration for such a strong god, that yours is unadulterated love, blind to the slaughter his firm hands cast upon the land. Or perhaps your rioting heart finds it just as fascinating.

You too dirtied your hands. "For a greater cause." You promised.

But you doubt there's anything greater than him.

Time is meaningless to the both of you. It measly flows like river waters, privileged just enough to graze your ankles, to give you a sunrise that seems the last in the history of the known world, but the first in the history of yours. A sunrise that can nothing against his grace and beauty.

"What is it that is on your mind?" His baritone doesn't break the magic, it only solidifies it.

"You."

There's no hesitation in your answer, the same sharp, unwavering emotion that surges through your blade while you fight. And his smile reassures you that the same goes for him.

Coping and dodging my duties

“ I made a deal…a deal…to save you. “

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Tobirama Ghost Rider AU ✨

• Under The Glaze Lilly's Glow

- A request for @c-a-v-e-town !

A/n: But, no- I feel the same. Zhongli is a big comfort to me and admittedly, he made some rough times easier, so you know I had to do this one first. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and thank you for the birthday wishes!. I do hope you enjoy this! :)

Content: fluff, drabble, F/Reader, use of (Y/n), soft Zhongli, established relationship, a little bit suggestive at the end but no NSFW in this one. Zhongli has arms like in his Archon days, not heavily proof read.

Words: 1,260

“Are you most certain you must leave us all so soon?” Iron Tongue Tian asked as the gentleman in the first table at his right rose from his seat. 

“Past certain, my friend” - Zhonglis' polite, yet tempered tone replied as he gathered what few possessions he brought, that being a sweetly tied up box that fit into his palm.  “I have an important person I must meet, and if I am any more late I'm afraid she will worry herself ill” - he excused himself, bidding farewell to the storyteller and any familiar faces that tuned in to listen to the tonight's tale of the mighty Rex Lapis, oblivious to the fact they were in the company of the same. He heard the others bid their goodbyes to him, and he responded to them accordingly before his body was swallowed by the distance and the crowd of the evening markets. 

Having wandered these streets for a millenia too long, watching them be built, he was able to walk with his eyes closed without a worry he would slip or bump into anything. Zhongli walked under the towering iron-and-stone gate, taking note of the glaze lilies at the sides of the public gardens. Their gentle smell was ever present, and unmistakable, carrying the weight of many memories, old and fresh. In the past, he would have seen the horrible views of the Archon War, his mind plagued with grotesque images but now, all he sees is her. 

One of the blue stems found its way between his gloved fingers, firm and bigger than other blooms, still waiting for night to fall to reveal its true beauty, yet none of it could be compared to the one's beloved. Zhongli arrived moments before she did, stripping off his long coat and heavy layers until was left in the simple plain shirt and pants he wore only around the house, relieving himself of modesty that covered his coal colored arms and the golden marks that spanned like veins.

Sooner rather than later, the house came alive once more as the long haired man waltzes about, putting the kettle onto the stove along with another pan for dinner he was planning to prepare. The wafting smell is what greets his beloved when she walks in, a mix between mildly sweet herbs and salt water that was boiling, the meat already half way done.

“Zhongli, I'm home!” - she called out, despite hearing his light footsteps nearing her position in the short hall; already having heard her entrance. 

“Oh, my love-” - Zhongli greeted, taking hold of a grocery bag tucked beneath her arm and helping her up once she removed her shoes so he could gaze upon her face, tucking away the stray hairs the wind had swept from her hairstyle. To say he missed her was a big understatement, and no words he ever has known or possessed in his vocabulary is sufficient enough to say so. His lips greet hers in a fleeting kiss with a promise of more laced into it.  “How was your day? I've already prepared us some tea and a quick meal to lighten our spirits, should you be tired out”

The conversation is swiftly lost amidst the exhaustion and the smells and his warm touches and words. It flew by too swiftly, like a mountain spring until it reached flat ground where it slowed its course. That being the moment when all tea cups have been emptied, the food eaten and her finding her place in his arms on their shared bed. Finding themselves covered by the thick veil of night, the two lovers intertwined, becoming a big mass of shadows while there was no light source in the room, only one, coming from the outside.

Little to no words are exchanged between them, her hands caressing his back while his rubbed soothing circles into her naked hips. “I've missed you..” - she breathed, meanwhile his lips found her hairline and pressed against it. The golden lined comb he had gifted her tonight lay on the nightstand.

“Not as much as I missed you '' - he responded gently, a tone carrying warmth only reserved for her and her alone. The glaze lilly he had placed in a little vase of water had spread its petals wide, bathing them in the silver waterfall cascading from the window.   “You have too much effect on me, I should be ashamed to have fallen so hard. But I am not, and I never will be.." Zhongli added with a curl of his lips, pulling back to find her eyes in the dimmed setting. The color he remembers she possesses is drowned out, but her beauty prevails  nonetheless. With the silver outline of her cheek, hairs and nose as her back was turned to the window, he couldn't help but go speechless.

His love playfully scoffs, rolling onto her back with one arm remaining around his shoulder. “All you do is flatter me, day in and day out.. You have no end.. Why do you never let me show you my affections too?” - (Y/n) teased softly, in no way offended with his non stop praise that effortlessly flew past his lips. 

“Flattery? My words are no mere flattery, they are the truth I hold within my heart, and I intend to keep proving it to you until the time itself comes to an end” Zhongli promised with an airy, quiet laugh, dragging himself up to his elbow to hover above her. The long strands of his freely flowing hair  cascade over his shoulders and tickle her exposed skin that gathered a pearly glow. Her heart has accepted him as he is, in his entirety and he can never repay that kindness enough, no matter how many times she told him there was no need, as this was no favor - this was love. Love they both mutually felt for each other.

“You, my dearest, have become my everything. I love you.. with my body and soul” - his face came near, stealing the air from her lungs with his lips brushing against her own as well as the tips of their noses. A cord is struck, or maybe it has been struck since the moment she stepped into the house, but its effects are showing now. A deep rooted feeling, walking the thin line between overwhelming love and a form of sadness deranged from the same happiness brought by this tenderness.

“I love you” - She whispered, so quietly he almost missed it. Her hand found his face and rested atop of it, thumbing at his soft cheek. That's when he finally gave in to the feeling of yearning, tilting his chin up and meeting her lips into a gentle kiss. The soft plush of her pressed against him is what will be the end of him, and he doesn't regret it, nor stop it. He accepts it with open arms and allows her to deepen the kiss as she pleases, following her pace as she sets it. 

“I know- and I love you even more” - Zhongli told her between the dance of the kiss, their air supplies dwindling significantly, but neither pull away. (Y/n) chuckles lightly at his claim, cradling his face with both hands and pulling him on top of her,  feeling how his warmth radiated off of him in tidal, gentle waves that caress the shore that was her. He was her love, her life, her support, and she would do anything to see him smile every day too - just like he would do everything for her to remain happy, and at his side.

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Any confession headcanons for Tobirama? 🤧

A/n: Hello! I apologize for the long wait, I've been busy with work and studies but now I'm back to get some of these done. Hope you like them!

Warnings: none,

Confessions Headcanons

Tobirama would have a harder time acknowledging his feelings and coming to terms with them, even if you were someone he was very close with and if you were someone he had loads of trust in

That being said, his confession may take a very long time.

To his brother, his subtle changes in behavior around you, and the way he addresses you are a dead give away that you make his little brother feel a certain way

He just knows, with the almost bashed manner in which Tobirama sides with you that those feelings are positive.

Hashirama would feel obligated to give Tobirama and you a nudge, a push really, but the second Tobirama caught wind of that idea, he shut it down. This was his private affairs, he would deal with them himself.

Gradually, the time that takes Tobirama to accept his feelings turn into a period of mutual, at times oblivious, pining.

Then, he'd finally start planing on how to confess

It wouldn't be anything grandiose or that fancy, he just isn't a guy for it but he'd still like for it to have some meaning to add to the weigh of his words

It has been eating his inside out for the past few months, if not even years - he can't just blurt it all out no matter how he may come off as

So, he takes the chance to confess at your usual spot on a free weekend he has. A beautiful creek with a lush, giant of a tree watching over it. That was the place the two of you usually went to wind down together, to meditate or simply bask in each other's presence.

Tobirama remembers this spot all too well from his youth. Many memories surrounded that particular tree, with its branches hanging so low one might mistake the tree for an oversized willow. The tree had seen much tragedies over the years, including the ones from his youth but nonetheless the tree seemed to draw him in all the time. It brought him peace.

It drew him to meet you.

When he goes to confess, it's the first time he stumbles over his words, the first time warmer hues dust his cheeks, the first time Tobirama feels the anxious feeling of butterflies in his stomach - even if he tells himself he's perfectly calm, he is not.

You can feel he's nervous and trying to hide it

But he doesn't let you interrupt him, please don't, just let him get the words out

Finally, as he draws his conclusion, confession, to an end, he notices how your eyes twinkle with mirth and how your fingers flinch with withdrawn energy. Your chakra felt almost overwhelmingly excited and happy

He's almost confused, awe struck, shell-shocked - you name it

And when you take his hand in yours, he can finally feel the butterflies in his stomach explode into nothing and be replaced by a feeling of pure serenity. His peace of mind finally returned to him, and silently he vowed to make both of your lives better, as best his ability can allow.

(View for better quality) After a long hiatus, I am finally happy and excited to show my most recent artwork! Zhongli has become my comfort character since I started playing Genshin, and the sketch of this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. It was overdue time to polish it all up 🧡

Hope you all like it as well. :) I am hoping to jump back into more art and writing stories soon enough.

Don't repost my art without credit!

2:03

Mornings like this were rare; the both of you would wake up at the same, with just enough time to do something small.

Zhongli’s hair slipped through your fingers in long waves as you brushed it slowly. Starting from the bottom and working your way up, you watched as the strands glided through the bristles more smoothly each time, small knots from sleep unraveling. 

The Geo Archon sighed heavily, leaning deeper into you, arms resting on your thighs. His thumb traced small circles on your knees, pinching here and there softly, occasionally kissing the joint. 

Wrapping his hair around your hand, you grabbed his hand, placing it on the bunch, instructing him to hold it while you grabbed the elastic, finishing off his hair.

You tapped his shoulder, notifying you were finished, but he waved you off. 

"Just five more minutes. Five more please," 

Mornings like this were rare, yes. But neither of you seemed to mind.