After Hunter had THAT moment in the Owl House (IT HURTS MY HEART THINKING ABOUT IT GIVE MY BOY A HUG ), he left his cape on the ground. The symbol of the Golden Guard is on there, which is basically the symbol of Gravesfield.
Is this gonna be brought up at some point? Is Luz gonna recognize it and wonder about it? Maybe even making the connection with the two brothers from the history of her city? Or just why is this the Golden Guard’s symbol?
I can’t tell if this is an irrelevant point or it will actually come up eventually considering this show, so I’m just throwing it in there
Concept: a Medieval court drama in the style of The Office, except instead of interview segments, it has confessional segments with the audience in the priest’s PoV.
A few days after establishing your new relationship with Childe and Zhongli, you find the harbinger and archon in the middle of an intimate moment, and can’t help wanting to join.
Morax, the Geo Archon, is known for his contracts.
Zhongli, however, is a bit laxer. Especially when it comes to romantic engagements.
He is aware that there is no contract he could come up with that would be able to perfectly outline the rules and regulations of a relationship, so he would never attempt to create one. At least, not in this day and age.
This is why, when he wakes up to find the morning sun casting its rays over both you and Childe, who are sprawled across the messy sheets of his bed, he decides to simply…let things flow as they may.
The two of you are his current, new adventure, and he doesn’t want to dictate what can, or should happen. Therefore, he goes about his days normally, as if nothing has really changed. (And, perhaps for him, who has been dating you both from the start, nothing has).
Tartaglia, the 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, is known for his superiority in battle.
Despite using the alias of Childe, at the end of the day, he is still the Tsaritsa’s weapon. Which is why…he treads carefully with his relationships while in Liyue.
Perhaps the Ajax of years past—the Ajax that existed before the abyss had swallowed him whole—would have dreamed of one day parading his lover around Morepesok, proudly showing them off to everyone and anyone, and letting them know that they’re his, but…nowadays, keeping his relationships private is better.
At least, the intimate parts of them.
After all, he can’t exactly avoid Zhongli in public. Or you, for that matter. The Fatui and the locals have already spotted the three of you together on multiple occasions, and since Zhongli has been your common link, most people just assume you’re both close acquaintances of the funeral parlor consultant.
Which, Childe is perfectly fine with them continuing to think.
The things most precious to him are best kept hidden from the prying eyes.
You—who is…abnormally normal compared to your two lovers—just try your best to take things day by day.
Following your first intimate encounter with Childe, you realize without needing to be told that your newly evolved relationship is not something you should walk around the town bragging about. Not all residents of Liyue Harbor are favorable to the Fatui, and aside from not wanting the townsfolk to think any less of you, you also don’t want to inconvenience Childe.
So, you decide to go about your days as if nothing has changed.
You return to your apartment, spend a few nights in your own bed, and spend your days working as you usually do. You don’t go out of your way to see Childe, or Zhongli—simply keeping to yourself and waiting to see if the two will come to you instead.
However, they don’t. Days pass without a word from either one, and while you’ve been trying to keep yourself occupied with other things—a little hesitant to face them now that your relationship has changed—you…miss them.
Yes, even Childe, although you won’t admit that out loud.
So, once your shift at work has wrapped up, and you’re once again consumed with longing for (one or both of) your lovers, you decide it’s time to make your way back to Zhongli’s home.
Traversing the streets of Liyue Harbor, you make your way past Bubu Pharmacy, and up the hill to Yujing Terrance. You know the path to Zhongli’s residence by heart, and when you step up to his door, and knock, you know that within seconds, you’ll hear his voice telling you it’s alright to enter, like always.
…however, he doesn’t speak.
Blinking, you stare up at the door and wonder if you should have stopped into Wangsheng first…perhaps he’s working late, after all.
But, when you reach forward and turn the handle, and the door to his home clicks open, you know he must be here.
“Zhongli?” you call quietly, taking a step inside.
The orange hues from the evening sunset illuminate the room, providing you a clear view of the foyer, and the path into the kitchen. You can just barely pick up on the scent of food, and when you glance at Zhongli’s dining table, you spot the two carry-out containers of bamboo shoot soup—both only half eaten.
Just as you begin to wonder if Childe had stopped over for dinner, or if something had happened to cause the pair to stop eating halfway, you hear a noise from above.
“Ah, fuck—”
Immediately, heat rises on your face—your eyes flitting towards the ceiling as you finally pick up on the muted sounds from the second floor.
Sounds that are clearly the product of love-making.
being kidnapped by a couple who take turns using you as they please, sometimes together, sometimes on their own.
imagine their dominating style is entirely opposite from each other, one is impossibly sadistic and cruel in the most unimaginable ways. leaving you with bruises and marks, a physical reminder of their cruelty. while the other humiliates and degrades you softly and gently, fucking with your mind and destroying you mentally.
you have truly become a toy, a little doll for them to play with. everyday brings something new and you have been used far beyond your limits so consistently, you’re starting to melt into them. you’ve found yourself clutching onto them after they’ve used you, crying into their shoulders, letting them wipe your tears and fix your hair. you are theirs. you no longer belong to yourself, and you’re ashamed to say it brings you comfort to know that.
