Thread by @exhaustedpillow

#鍾タル #zhongchi 

🔶️💧 | zhongchi archon family AU | family fluffs | implied mpreg

“Xiansheng.” Childe chuckles as he stares at his husband from his seat at the sofa. The dark-haired male is staring at the preparation for his departure with a deep frown and long look, as if

they’ve done him a grave offense. “Stop acting as if you’re going to war and never to return.” He mirthfully says as he shakes his head fondly.
“It does feel like that.” Zhongli sighs as he turns around and approaches his mate. His hands are automatically stretched to take their

child from Childe’s hold. Loud squeal from her echoes in their lounge room and a smile automatically graces the Archon’s face at the sound. He lets her hands touch his face and cheeks for a moment, before he fixes her position in his hold.
“Won’t Mei miss Papa?” Zhongli whispers

as he nuzzles his daughter’s cheek. Another bout of happy squeals escapes from her at the tickling sensation from her papa’s hairs and it fuels Zhongli to keep doing it.
“You’ll be back before you know it. It’s just three days, four tops.” Childe comments.
“It’s still far longer

than I’d have liked. Don’t you agree, Princess?” Zhongli lifts his arm that’s being used as a place for his daughter to sit, raising her so he can see her face clearly. He gently caresses her chubby cheek with his right hand for a moment before bringing her back to his chest,

hugging the toddler tightly. His big hand gently cradles the back of her head and neck, as he unconsciously sways his body gently to the left and right. “I really, really don’t want to go.” The Archon sighs, so out of character from the usually upright and proper Zhongli.

“You have to.” Childe reminds him gently as he stands up from his seat and approaches the father-daughter duo. “You’re an Archon, you can’t miss the summit. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.”
Zhongli softly groans in displeasure at the irrefutable fact. “I know, Baobei.” He murmurs as he welcomes his

mate with his right hand and pulls Childe into a hug, sandwiching their daughter between their warm bodies. “Doesn’t make it any easier though.”
Childe laughs lightly at the whiny undertone on the older male’s reply. “Should I and Mei go with you then?”
The dark-haired Archon

grimaces. “Mei is still too young and on top of that, I don’t feel comfortable having you both on a foreign land.”
“We have you.” Childe responds. “I’m still a Harbinger too, remember?” He raises his eyebrow playfully, challenging his husband to say otherwise.
“Perhaps at the

next summit then.” Zhongi leaves a kiss on the younger man’s forehead. “It should be held in Snezhnaya. Maybe we can turn it into a short vacation. It’ll be good for Mei to learn about her other roots.”
“Da!” Mei giggles suddenly.
“My adorable princess agrees with Papa?” Zhongli

turns his attention back to his daughter, as she grabs onto his outer’s clothes. He laughs lightly when she only buries her face deeper into his chest while holding his clothes tighter, rumpling it slightly.
“I never realized that you’re such a worrywart, Xiansheng.” Childe says

as he leans his head on Zhongli’s shoulder.
“So do I.” Zhongli admits honestly. “I don’t know what I will do if you or Mei is hurt.”
“Throwing a dragon tantrum?” Childe teases as he tiptoes and leaves a kiss on the older’s cheek. Zhongli in his mortal form doesn’t have much

height difference with him, but once the older male turns into his half-dragon form or his Archon’s form, there’s quite a significant size difference between them.
“It’s not nice to constantly tease your husband.” Zhongli scolds good-naturedly as his tail wraps itself around the

the younger’s legs.
“Will you discipline me then?” Childe cheekily says, laughing out loud when Zhongli’s tail lightly slaps his calves.
“Baobei.” Zhongli warns. “Don’t make it harder for me.”
“Such hardship you must endure, oh Lord Morax.” The off-duty Harbinger teases before

he moves to properly hug his husband and his daughter. “When will you depart tomorrow?” He asks softly.
“Around six.” Zhongli replies. “It’ll take time to go to Inazuma after all.”
Childe hums in response. “I’ll make an early breakfast for you then.”

“You don’t have to.” Zhongli denies. “You’ll need any rest you can get with my absence, love.”
“I’ll be fine.” Childe huffs. “She will want to see you off too.”
Zhongli falls silent, before he whispers hesitantly. “What if she cries instead? I think it’ll be hard for me too.”

“Well, do 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want her to see you off then?” Childe nudges gently, knowing his unsaid desire. “I’m pretty sure she won’t cry, but even if she does, there’s Xiao.” He chuckles. “I swear he has some kind of adeptus-calmer scent or something.”
“I want to be with both of you until

the last second.” Zhongli admits. “How about you leave first before I go?” He compromises. “I’ll feel calmer that way too.”
“Alright, Xiansheng.” Childe hums. “What would you like to have for breakfast? I’ll cook it for you.”
“You.” Zhongli says, chuckling at the pouty glare from

his younger spouse.
“Way to break the mood, Xiansheng.” Childe complains as he takes Mei from Zhongli. “Right, Princess? Papa is such a bad man.” He exaggeratedly pouts, making her daughter giggles again although there's a hint of sleepiness on her face. “Was it comfortable in

Papa’s hold? No wonder you're quiet.” He coos at her,patting her back gently. “Let’s get you to bed, Princess.”
“And it'll be your turn after.” Zhongli adds calmly. An amused smile adorns his face at the redness on Childe’s face as he scolds him with an offended “Zhongli!”