💎Zhongli💎

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Me: I really should be getting sleep and resting my wrist to prevent massive amounts of pain to come back.

        Also me: *furiously writes because writing is the only therapy I have because the world and life sucks*

        (Y/n) fell on the floor, laughing her butt off. She had just returned home from visiting Venti, which also meant having to brew a special kind of tea that took 6 hours to brew. Yeah, she made the tea before they went out drinking, and that seemed to work wonders for Venti. Now then, you're probably asking what she had returned home to. Well, she returned home to her husband and their son covered in flour.

        "My dear, please do not laugh," Zhongli requested, trying to pat the flour out of his clothes. "It is embarrassing enough that the people who walked by could see us like this, your fits of laughter does not help this situation."

        "But when am I ever going to see the all powerful Morax and all knowing Zhongli covered in flour? And covered our son in flour?" (Y/n) laughed, and got up off the floor, wiping away fake tears of laughter. "Why were you two using flour?"

        "We were trying to make mooncakes," Zhongli went over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a clean towel off the rack, and dampened the towel. He started cleaning his face and hands, trying to get the flour off of his skin. "It was going to be a surprise for you, but as you can see."

        "Ah the perks of having a god as a child, correct?" (Y/n) asked, raising an eyebrow. She picked up their son off the counter, who's been watching his mom and dad's interaction. "You alright there, Delun?"

        Delun nodded his head. He had the same black hair as his father with the ends fading to red, while his eyes were the same as his mothers. He takes after his father when it comes to serious situations, but was like his mother when it comes to anything else. Dilun is at the age of 3, able to walk on his own and talk, but sometimes he makes no sense.

        Zhongli walked over, and took the damp towel up to his sons face, and started wiping away the flour on his face. "How was your visit to Monstadt?"

        "It was alright," (Y/n) set Delun back on the counter so it was easier to clean him up. She started cleaning up the flour that was on the counter, not wanting more flour to get on her husband and sons clothes. "He drank till he was drunk. Thank you again for letting me take some of the tea to help him get over being drunk. He really did need that tea, or else the bartender would have kicked both of us out for the night."

        "That bard always gets drunks," Zhongli sighed, and started cleaning up the flour that was on the floor. "How much did you drink?"

        "Just a glass of wine," (Y/n) said, setting her son down on the floor and sent him to his room so he could get changed into clean clothes. "Not enough to get drunk, and definingly not enough to make me start hallucinating and stumbling around."

        "That is good," Zhongli said, and looked at (Y/n). He set the broom aside, and hugged his wife in a loving embrace. "Those two months you were away felt like years. It felt as if you had gone back to war in your own country, leaving me here with my own country, alone."

        "Oh Zhongli," (Y/n) hugged her husband back with a smile on her face. Zhongli and (Y/n) had both loved each other since the Archon War, such a very long time ago. During the time of war, both admitted their feelings to one another, but were not officially together after the war had ended. They've been together for thousands and thousands of years. They were married about a 500 years ago, and now have their son Delun. Why did they take their relationship so slow? Because both of them didn't know how their world was going to be after the war. Now that Zhongli is no longer Morax, and (Y/n)'s own nation rarely needs her, they could both settle down. "You know the war is over. I will not be leaving you like last time."

        "I still see the days of war," Zhongli said, his voice in a low and saddened tone. "We had lost so many people. So many friends that we all used to have fun with. Now, they are gone, all because the title of Archon drove us all to the hunger of power. I still see the days you would come to see me, with scars all over your body and your energy would be so low you would collapse. I always feared that there would be a mortal that would take you away from me."

        "But we survived," (Y/n) pushed her husband away, and made him look her in the eyes. "We survived. The war is over, and your duties are over. You can rest now, my love. We have a son now, a beautiful son who is safe from the war."

        "But we cannot protect him from whatever shall come in the future," Zhongli's eyes closed, the images of war flashing before his eyes, before he opened them once again to his wife's beautiful (e/c) eyes. "I cannot protect him anymore, my Gnosis is gone. You are the only one who still has a Gnosis, enough power to protect such a young and weak new god."

        "Even so, you are still a god," (Y/n) said, cupping his cheeks into her hands softly. "You may no longer be able to use energy from Celestia, and you may have limited powers now, but you are still powerful. You had taken down gods with your own two hands, without a Gnosis. You may have limited power, but you are still powerful, my husband. Delun shall become a god of his own element, or inherit one of ours, or both of ours (I don't really think that's how it works when two gods have a child, but, eh). He will become powerful in his own way."

        "I guess you are correct," Zhongli leaned into his wife's touch, the familiar feeling of soft but strong hands comforted him. "I do not wish what had happened to Havria, to happen to Delun. I do not want him to be a weak god and be taken down by a mortal."

        "He wont," (Y/n) smiled softly. "He will become powerful in his own way. If his powers do not become strong, he shall become strong in his own way. He could be mentally or physically strong, while his powers will protect him from all mortal weapons."

        "How do you know?" Zhongli asked, wondering how his wife may know that that will be the case.

        "Because he is our son," (Y/n) smiled. "He's a product of the God of Contracts, and the God of Energy. Strategies and a strong brain runs through his veins. And even if he does not become mentally strong, he can live out the days of his life however he wishes."

        "I know, my darling," Zhongli cupped (Y/n)'s right cheek into his hand, and slowly lifted her chin some more while he leaned down. "I know." He closed his eyes, about to kiss the love of his life.

        "Mama, baba (that's Chinese for mom and dad if you didn't know)," Delun said, standing at the entrance of the kitchen, just coming in to see his parents were about to kiss. Being the little 3 year old he is, he isn't able to read the room. "I'm hungry."

        The two pulled away, their faces slightly red. (Y/n) was the first to break out of Zhongli's embrace, and walked over to their son, and picked him up. "Well then, what would you like to eat?"

        "Can I try Sticky Honey Roast?" Delun asked. "You always talk about Sticky Honey Roast that a friend of yours makes."

        "I'm sure we have ingredients," (Y/n) smiled, sitting her son on a chair that was behind the bar of the kitchen, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. "Do you wanna watch mama make the Sticky Honey Roast?"

        "Yes!" Delun smiled, his serious side like his father turning to the childish happy side of his mother. "I wanna watch!"

        "Then watch closely." (Y/n) gently kissed her sons forehead, and started making Sticky Honey Roast.

        "Would you like any help?" Zhongli offered.

        "No thank you, besides," (Y/n) pointed to the flour that was still on the floor. "I think that should be cleaned up."

        Zhongli coughed, a way to cover up his embarrassment. He had forgotten about the flour he was sweeping up earlier after the flour explosion. "Oh, right."

        (Y/n) laughed a little, and turned her attention back to making the flood, while Zhongli silently watched her work with a smile on his face, and Delun getting excited with each passing second.

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