#tartali

-🥀 anon

fics where Zhongli is so fond of Childe's vigor and hardheadedness, even if it's a little tiring to deal with at times, always has me kicking my feet bro, they make me SICKKK (affectionate)

wise ancient god who has bore witness to countless horrors letting himself be courted by this foreign mortal who can be bloodthirsty one second and a total sweetheart the next

Closer photos 💖

You were once a believer of light, singing of justice in the dawn. Until they tore open your chest with their own hands—that beating heart, which could still weep for the lowliest of creatures, was nailed onto an altar called “the greater good.”

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Wait wait wait, bro! Hold on—seems like… we’re on the wrong set!!!

Accidentally grabbed the wrong actor, so just bear with it (´ . .̫ . `)

Chapter 10: All Evil is Done Unwittingly

"No one desires to injure himself, hence all evil is done unwittingly. The evil man inflicts injury on himself; he would not do so, however, if he knew that evil is evil. The evil man, therefore, is only evil through error; if one frees him from error one will necessarily make him good."

Snippet: In his dreams, Ajax stood in Zhongli's kitchen, his collection gleaming on the wall. In his hand was his grandfather's razor, the blade catching the light as he turned it. And watching from the doorway was Zhongli, his amber eyes filled with understanding.

"Show me," dream-Zhongli said, extending his hand. "Show me all of you."

Ajax woke with a gasp, the dream lingering like a promise—or a warning. The digital clock on his nightstand read 3:17 AM. The witching hour, when the barrier between reality and nightmare was at its thinnest.

He lay in the darkness, heart racing, the dream-image of Zhongli's accepting gaze burned into his mind. It was a fantasy, he knew. A delusion born of his desperate need for acceptance.

The real Zhongli would never understand. Never accept. Never forgive.

And yet, as Ajax drifted back to sleep, the dream returned—Zhongli's hand extended, those amber eyes knowing and accepting all of him, even the darkness. Even Tartaglia.

"Show me all of you," dream-Zhongli repeated.

And in the dream, Ajax did....

CW for graphic depictions of violence (not between the main couple) Ao3 link