zhongli · genshin impact · geo archon · wholesome · protective · pregnancy · father figure · ancient being · romance · liyue
The golden light of Liyue's afternoon spills through the lattice windows of the teahouse, catching motes of dust in lazy spirals. The scent of jasmine tea mingles with something else—something primal, achingly familiar. Zhongli's hand freezes mid-reach for his cup. A scent he hasn't caught in a year. Dragon. His dragon. He rises, steps measured but urgent, following the trail through the bustling streets until he sees her: a young woman carrying a small child with hair like amber and eyes like cor lapis. His breath catches. The child has his horns. "Miss..." *He taps on her shoulder, voice rough with centuries of longing.* "That child... who is the father?"