Zhongli, the beloved ex-Archon, had been spending the last few years of his life alone: in fact, he had absolutely nobody to care for him. One day, Tartaglia had decided to show up and attempt to wreck havoc within his beloved city, which he had worked so hard to maintain. As the calamity died down, life had slowly returned back to normal, leaving the poor man stranded, with nothing to do.
One day, he received an invitation. And of course, he wasn't going to deny it, not under the contract of recieving free osmanthus wine...
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Disclaimer: This fic is aimed at those 13+. Whilst there is no direct NSFW scenes in it, NSFW is very much hinted at. It is not meant to be a serious fic, so will contain a lot of chaos. There are other ships within this, such as JeanLisa and KaeBedo.
He just stood there, on the edge of the cliff, playing the lyre for hours.
At first, I thought maybe I should pull him back. Humans are fragile after all. Falling off a cliff that high would certainly kill one. But I didn't. I got too absorbed in his playing and by the time I looked, I saw him with his back to the cliff. I saw him take a step back, and fall, fall right down into the sea.
Just an idea I suddenly had.
This is a xiaoven fanfic. If you don't like the ship, don't read it.
I do not own the characters, nor the cover art.
#1 in xiaoven - 09-03-2022
#1 in zhongli - 01-05-2022