ミ★ [𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴] ★彡

Zhongli | Stories

Artist: Mihoyo

Summary:
You can't sleep, so you ask your lover to tell you a story.

Pronouns:
None used/Slight mention of birth

Warnings:
Pretty short compared to my other stories, I'm making this while needing sleep, bad plot/not fully thought out, I thought of this while trying to sleep if you couldn't tell, slight modern au, slight ooc, teenie tiny bit of angst at the end lol

You toss and turn, trying to fall back asleep, to no avail. As you slowly get up, in search of your lover.

"Zhongli..?" you call out into your shared home, slowly making your way through the dark house, listening to the floor creaking by every step. Slowly making you way into the living room, seeing the light from the fireplace as he tilts his head up to face you.

"Dearest, what are you doing up so late?" he says as he looks up to you, while getting up and walking over to you. "Can't sleep, hm?" he says as he studies your features, as you nod a quick 'yes' and smile awkwardly at him.

"Love, can you tell me a story?" you ask, breaking the silence , while staring up at him with hopeful eyes. "Of course my Dearest!" he replies, smiling, as he leads you to your shared room, and lays you on his lap. As his calming voice fills the room, as you slowly fall asleep. As you snore quietly in his lap, while he covers you and makes sure you're not cold, whilst holding you close, as if you could disappear from his life, without a second thought.

The night air was thick and full of dread, as you coughed, gasping for air. "Don't tell me you're going to miss me..?" you muse, it coming out more as a question, of if anyone would even remember you in about ten years. "C'mon, don't look at me like that... how about you.. you tell me one of your stories again.. yeah?" you say weakly, trying to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, when it clearly was not. You sigh, not hearing an answer from him, as he then slowly speaks up, and starts telling another story. Holding onto your hand as you whisper one last 'I love you', as he softly cries, holding onto your last gift to him.

A new born life.

A/N: I'm kind of tired and my brain wouldn't let go of this idea. Sorry that this is way shorter than my previous story!!

Word count: 408