Genshin Realm - ChiLi
This collection is exclusive to only ChiLi LITERATURE.
Don't just call it fanfic,
Call it literature.Oh and, other ships are allowed (so long as they're gae), but make sure the main focus is ChiLi.
This particular collection goes both ways, M/M and genderswapped.
愿幸福的日子与你同在。
пусть счастливые дни пребудут с тобой.
(Thank you for the help, Google Translation.)
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A pensive smile crosses her face. The day's finally here, the day Childe's been waiting for all year.
It's Zhongli's birthday; December 31st, and they're going out together. She hasn't seen Zhongli for a few days, and she's so excited to see her again. She misses the omega's scent, the scent of fresh earth after heavy rains--lately, though, it's been taking on a sweeter note, like caramel spice or something equally as cloying.
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aka ftw your best friend is the hottest person ever and also an omega ?!??!?!?!Series
- Part 6 of tv_zhongwi's tartali works
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After witnessing her lover being constantly consumed by work, Zhongli hatches a plan to bring Childe's attention back to her.
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Childe rubs her fingers through the cum staining the bed sheets. “This bedding was expensive, y’know. Guess you’ll have to pay me back.”
Zhongli’s brows furrow. The serious expression looks rather silly when her cheeks are scarlet and her face is smeared with Childe’s slick. When she speaks, her voice is a little hoarse. “How much were they? I suppose I can ask Wangsheng Funeral Parlour for an advance.”
Childe snorts. “If the mora even reaches your pocket before it’s spent, I’ll be stunned.”
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Childe was on all fours since two hours, doing her best on keeping the position. She learned how to stay perfectly still like the Mistress ordered her, like the good chair she was supposed to be. She didn’t mind the back pain or the sinful thoughts, she wanted first to be a good girl and hopefully be rewarded.
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Childe has never been overly fond of pretty things.
They just weren’t made for someone like her. Pretty people weren’t either; all jewellery and finely pressed suits and perfect makeup told her was that the person had far too much peace of mind, something that, as a weapon, she could not afford.
But right there at a market stall under the unbearable hot sun of Liyue, staring at a woman frowning at her purse, she realises that maybe she just hadn’t found the right kind of pretty until now.