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When Ivan tastes death, it tastes like Till, phantom lips still lingering on his own and claiming one final part of Till’s life. He meets Till’s eyes as he goes, and sees nothing but the shock and confusion he expected. Behind that, however, is light, and Ivan bleeds out knowing he is seen.
All that being said, he wakes up only a few moments later to the quiet humming of another person—Till, he recognises immediately—singing quietly beside him.
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14 Nov 2025
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and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) by easy__peasy
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
08 Mar 2022
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Venti pats the empty space between them. "C'mon I want to braid your hair," he says, deciding that a simple three-strand braid would be perfect, “you can still read your fancy-schmancy articles while I do ‘em.”
“They are far from fancy-schmancy,” is Zhongli’s dry reply. He still moves from his position and sits in the space Venti made.
Or: It begins with hair ties. Then it's little knick-knacks that Zhongli always, always says he bought because it reminded him of Venti.
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13 Nov 2025
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Venti has seen how Zhongli loves. It is not with him, but that's okay.
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11 Nov 2025
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“Barbatos, I… need a favor.”
Venti contemplates the merits of making the colorful collection of fine china float in the air. Sure, it’d cause a disruption in the restaurant, but wouldn’t it be fun to see the cups spin around and around and the intricate brushstrokes come to life? Fish swimming, the sun rising, the people beginning their days.
When his eyes rove back to the man across from him, Venti drops a fingertip down to the edge of his teacup. Perhaps later he will make a spectacle and fool of himself. Right now, he’s too sober.
“A favor?” Venti repeats, brows lifting, finger pressing down harder to the edge, “From me?”
in which zhongli asks venti to accompany him to a fundraising event, venti finds it too comical not to agree, and then things fall apart (and rebuild) from there. or, in other words, your typical fake-dating fic.
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10 Nov 2025
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“The Anemo Archon is in danger. He collapsed and has not woken for days. We have reason to suspect an elemental affliction, but we—”
“What?” Zhongli does not raise his voice. But it feels as though the rest of the world goes silent instead, as though the earth itself shudders and echoes in his wake.
“Is he hurting?” he asks, voice dipping sharply on the last syllable.
Amber tries to read his expression: that stony, unshakeable surface, and the tremors that lurk underneath. “No,” she responds, as gently as possible.
There’s a taut silence. Zhongli looks back at her, and as she meets that gaze, she thinks of her yeye’s stories, stories of his homeland and its god-protector: that exalted figure who stood like a pillar through the storm, who conquered fear at every battle, who time and time again stared down death unflinching. And as Amber remembers these stories, it terrifies her to think: what could make someone like that afraid?
“Take me to him,” Morax says finally. “I must see him.”
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10 Nov 2025