I am eating these bookeepingverse chap đ
slitherer-outer - zhongli
synopsis: in which reader (unknowingly) attempts to teach the god of commerce how to stick to a budget
ship: zhongli x reader
notes: chapter 5 of the bookkeeping!verse
This was the day! This was the day!! After nagging the Director for what felt like ages, she finally gave you control over purchasing. From here on out, no purchases could be made without the Directorâs approval, and you were there to enforce that decree.
What did that mean? It meant the Ferrylady would no longer accompany Wangsheng Funeral Parlorâs most troublesome consultant to procure supplies anymore! Yes, you had everything planned out: a shopping list, a strict budget, possible vendors⌠This was the day you would finally start beating into teaching Zhongli how to properly use and budget Mora!
You had to stifle a creepy giggle as you reviewed your plan one more time. You both would be purchasing supplies for an upcoming funeral rite for a prominent family within Liyue. The family had a long history tracing back to a little after the Archon War. Because of such, the items required to perform the rite were going to be expensive. After conducting a bit of market research, you came out with a budget of 150,000 Mora. At the very least, 125,000 Mora would be spent today. However, wanting to teach him a lesson, you told him the day before that the Director only allotted 100,000.
âYou seem to be in a good mood,â came an amused chuckle at your side.
You glanced away and cleared your throat, doing your best to wipe the grin from your face.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Zhongli. Iâm the same as always.â
You did your best to feign interest in the different shops you passed in an attempt to calm your raging spirit. It was going to be a long day, after all. Not only were the shops located all over the harbor, but you would have to compare prices too. Return trips would be inevitable. That wasnât even mentioning the irritation Zhongliâs cluelessness was going to put you through. Speaking of whichâŚ
âRemember, okay? We only have 100,000 Mora to spend. We will have to be picky with the quality and price of everything we come across. Thereâs no shame in refusing to buy something that does not match our budget.â
âYes, of course. Being that I am, as you say, not âwell-versed in Mora,â Iâm sure I will learn much from your guidance today.â
Leave it to him to lay it on thickâŚ
The first item on your list was a box of incense. Not just any incense would do, though. Qixin wasnât a common ingredient used in incense, but that was what the funeral required. Seeing that the flower only grew at very high altitudes, the incense was typically quite pricey. You were estimating itâd be around 25,000 Mora, give or take a few thousand.Â
You knew how it was going to happen. You could see it playing out before you. Zhongli would choose a pricey shop, the shopkeep would rip you off, Zhongli would agree to pay, and there you be to would swoop in to teach him that the budget most certainly had to be followed! You would crush his expensive tastes into the dust! So as he began leading you to the priciest shop in Feiyun Slope, you vibrated with excitement. Things were going to go just as you expected!
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So⌠things most certainly did not go just as you expected. In fact, if you had to be honest, you had no clue what was going on right now.Â
It wasnât normal from the very start. When you took a step inside the shop, the shopkeep already didnât seem to be in a good mood. And when he noticed you both, the glare on his face intensified. It took a bit to realize it wasnât you he was staring at, but Zhongli. Which was strange. You knew the consultant got around a lot, but you didnât think that anyone hated him. Sure, you didnât exactly like him, but you never felt that strongly!
But your companion didnât seem to notice a thing. Pleasantly, he inquired about the incense without missing a beat. Not much to your surprise, the shopkeep didnât reply. He simply stared. After a few seconds, slowly and purposefully came his voice in a low gravelly tone.
âYou. You Mr. Zhongli?â
Then the man stood up. His arms were thick, and his frame a hulking build. Youâd mistaken him for a bear if he were covered in hair. And when he took a step forward, he loomed, no, towered over Zhongli.
âAh, yes. May I help you?â Came Zhongliâs polite response.Â
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to take Zhongliâs hand and make a mad dash to the Millelith.Â
âThereâs something I want to say to you.â
Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes; your legs threatened to collapse beneath you. The Wangsheng Funeral Parlorâs best consultant was about to be murdered and it would all be your fault. What in the world were you going to say to the director?
The man took another step forward, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging. You had to do something. You had to do something!!
âZhongli, Iââ
Then the man dropped to his knees, took Zhongliâs handsâŚ
And began to cry.Â
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UhmâŚ
Long sobs wracked from the manâs chest as tears dripped to the ground.
Umm??
The man wept as he broke out into a long story about his recently deceased wife. His wife was ill with an incurable disease that often left her in pain. Having no way to pay for her medical expenses, he was forced to pawn off her most prized hairpins to cover the cost of medicine. Sadly, after his wife eventually passed, he did not have the Mora to buy the hairpins back. But right before he gave up all hope, the âlady from the creepy funeral placeâ visited him with his late wifeâs hairpins saying that the debt had been paid off by Zhongli.Â
Though he could not give the incense for free as much as he wanted to, the shopkeep offered it for a greatly discounted price of 10,000 Mora. After much thanking, you both paid the vendor and left andâŚ
What in the world just happened?
âShall we head to the next place, First?â
You opened your mouth to reply, but no sound left. You still had no clue what just⌠What???
âDid you⌠know that man, Zhongli?â
He held his chin in thought.
âNo, Iâve never met him. But I do remember finding a pair of beautiful jade hairpins collecting dust in Mr. Bolaiâs shop,â he replied. âIt would have been a pity if I left them, so I asked the Ferrylady pay them off.â
You narrowed your eyes as you searched through your memories.Â
âYes, I think I remember that. The Ferrylady even asked me to put some funds on the side for living expensesâŚâ You groaned as your hands clenched tightly. âThat wasnât a business expense! You should have used your own funds for that!â
But Zhongli gave his usual smile in response to your frustration. âPerhaps, but it did turn out to be a suitable investment for us both in the end.â
He did have a point.
âW-Well, you canât say that will happen in the future,â You blustered. âA-Anyway, letâs head onto the next place. We need a pair of jade bracelets.â
And as you took off ahead of him, you were going to make sure the rest of the day fell into place the way you planned.
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So⌠the next visit also did not fall into place the way you planned⌠The moment Zhongli mentioned he would be visiting a âfriend,â your mood took a turn for the worst. Just like before, you took a step into the shop, Zhongli asked for the items, and you both walked out with a huge discount. This time, in particular, 60,000 Mora dropped down to 40,000 in an instant. When you insisted on paying full price, the owner protested saying he could never charge the great Zhongli anymore than that âafter all heâs done for the shop.â
What made it worse was Zhongliâs utterly infuriating amusement with the whole situation.Â
âI am relieved. It seems we are well under budget. I did not expect things to run so smoothly.âÂ
Your nails dug half-moons into your palms as your lips pulled back into a smile that showed all teeth.
âYes, almost as if someone planned this all ahead of time.â
âThey all were coincidences, I assure you.â
âMhm.â
But no big deal. You saw your fault. You would choose the next shop. The last item on your shopping list was a pair of high-grade raw Noctilucus Jade. From your research last week, you estimated it would range between 55,000-75,000 Mora, no lower. Out of the many shops that sold ore in the harbor, you chose to visit one near the end of Chihu Rock. That specific vendor specialized in high-quality ore and artisan products said ore. Most importantly, he was known to be quite pricey. There would be no discounts here!Â
When you finally arrived, you were shocked that the shop was much smaller than you thought itâd be. Though the doors were open, the owner was nowhere to be found. Supposing he was in the back, you moved to examine the lefthand side of the shop which housed the artisan goods.Â
As you examined the various goods, you couldnât help but be impressed. You heard they were of fine quality, but that didnât even come close to seeing them in person. There was one particular figurine that caught your eye. It was a bird made of iron with Cor Lapis embedded into its eyes and wings. Though small, the details were intricate and fine. If you saved up, you wondered if you would ever be able to purchaseâ
âItâs 165,000 Mora if ye were wonderinâ.â
You immediately spun away as if burned with fire. There at the back of the store, the shopkeep stood, probably having just returned from the storage room. He was an older man, though not withered in the slightest. And with that intimidating glint in his eye, you almost wanted to hide behind Zhongli.Â
âI-I was just looking, thank you,â you stuttered.
After composing yourself, you gave him your best smile.
âMy companion and I are actually here to see your supply of Noctilucus Jade.â
âYeah? What grade are ye looking for?â
Zhongli stepped forward.
âYour highest quality, boss.â
The shopkeepâs brow rose before walking into the back room. After a few moments, he came back out with a basket of jade. You took a step closer to examine them curiously. Even though you did not know much about precious stones, even in their unrefined state, they still somehow managed to look clearer than the polished jade jewelry you found being sold on the streets. Honestly, they were so beautiful you were half-prepared to skimp on the other supplies just to purchase one.
â95,000 Mora.â
Well, that was definitely out of budget.
â... Is what I would say normally,â he continued.
Uh-ohâŚ
âYer in luck. Our guys found a new deposit of Cor Lapis recently. High grade too.â
Oh godsâŚ
âDropped the price down to 45,000 Mora.â
Was the sound that just came from you a bark of laughter or a sob?
âF-Forty-five⌠Thatâs much lower than my research suggested,â you let out weakly.
âThat fits within our budget, yes?â Butted in Zhongli with a twinkle in his eye. âWeâll take it, boss.â
And as the boss wrapped up your Cor Lapis, you simply stood there dumbly. And as Zhongli paid with the wallet he took from your hands, you were still in a state of shock. And as you walked away from the store items in tow, your brain was still blank. You were simply gone.Â
Your companion, on the other hand, was not.Â
With amusement emanating from him like waves, he gave you a smile with the brightness of a thousand burning suns.
âI am surprised. Although I was worried todayâs task would be difficult, it proved simpler than I imagined.â
He then paused for much added effect.
âIt most surely was due only to your exceptional guidance.â
You screamed.
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As you placed all the items purchased within the parlorâs storeroom, you couldnât help but feel impressed with your coworkers. The moment you stepped inside, they immediately avoided your gaze and glued themselves to their paperwork. Was it because your nearly tangible fury was making its goal to ooze into every nook and cranny there? Perhaps. Even Zhongli was quick to remove himself from your side once he could.Â
Coward.
As the events of the day replayed over and over in your head, you couldnât figure out where exactly you went wrong. This really should have been a simple task. There never was a time when Zhongli spent at a discount. He always opted for the premium option. So how in the world did every single occurrence today equate to not only spending less than your budgeted amount, but also less than the impossible amount you set up as a prank!?
You groaned and collapsed into your desk chair. You rubbed at your temples, hoping the pounding in your skull and the ache within your muscles would ebb away soon. In the back of your mind, you thanked the gods for not being able to turn down the directorâs offer of ending early for the day. She giggled about how you would not regret her offer, and didnât allow your hubris to refuse. You hated that cheeky grin of hers, but she was right. The sooner you got home, the better.
In your rush to pack your things, you almost failed to notice a small drawstring bag on your desk. It was simple, an unassuming blue, but the way it stood with ease indicated something inside. Reaching inside brought you face to face with something familiar: an iron figurine inlaid with Cor Lapis eyes and feathers. But whoâ
âOh, Mr. Zhongli left that for you. He said it was a gift for your assistance today,â called the Ferryladyâs voice across the room.
But⌠wasnât that strange? You only saw the figurine for the first time a couple of hours ago. It wasnât like he couldâve gotten it in advance. You had a tight grip on the wallet the whole time. Not to mention you were the one that paid for everyâ
Wait a minuteâŚ
You lunged for the parlor wallet and poured the mora onto your desk. You counted its contents once, twice, three times, then once more. Something wasnât right. Zhongli had a history of using parlor funds to purchase gifts for coworkers and friends. Not only that! He was the one that paid for that last transaction, the store that housed the iron bird. No doubt he must have taken advantage of your shock to make the purchase!Â
But not a single mora was missing from the wallet.
Nor a beautiful phoenix of iron and Cor Lapis listed on the receipts.
I love you nvr stop making Boothill content
â TOUCH. ft BOOTHILL.
â â yearning for sensations long forgotten behind cool steel and blue blood.
â OR
â â you two can get along every once in a while.
â ď¸ mechanic!reader, rev comfort, boothill is a bit of a yearner, can you guys just fucking kiss already. gn reader wc 1.5k.
âyouâre less obnoxious than usual,â
your voice snaps boothill out of his daze, eyes blinking quickly as he re-registers your hands in his torso messing with a few wires.
âyou sick or something?â
the cyborg keeps his gaze down, watching the careful and precise movements of your hands, actions long practiced and refined.Â
it's a little surprising when a flirt or some quick quip doesn't follow your commentâ only a small huff of air through his nose as boothill leans further back onto his palms.
ânah. i'm fit as a fiddle.â
you spare a glance up, right eyebrow raising just a tad. you donât believe him, and boothillâs too clocked out to notice your distrust.
though you donât commentâ not until the cavity in his stomach is closed up and all his pieces are back in place.
âthat should be better,â you wipe the oil off your hands with an old rag hung from one of your belt loops. âhow's that scratch healing up?â
boothill again is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, cybernetic hand subconsciously moving to the mostly scabbed and healed over cut on his jawâ the one you patched and gave him an earful for getting in the first place.
ââs fine,â he runs his fingers over it as if he could feel the roughened skin. they linger over it just a little too long. âbarely there anymore. we all done here?â
it's another comment that leaves you with a weird feeling in your gutâ he always hung around, dragged out his repairs longer than they needed to take just to spend more time with you. to mess with you, ruffle your feathers while you pretend you donât know exactly what heâs doing. it's almost disappointing when he expresses his eagerness to leave. not to mention the lack of his usual vibrato or high energy is a tad unsettling.
he tries to sit up from your work bench, but your palm against his chest pushes him carefully back down and keeps him seated. unbeknownst to you, boothill actively chokes down the simultaneous urges to swat your hand away and clutch onto it. did you know how insane your touch that he couldnât even feel was driving him? did you know that heâd had his teeth grit since stepping one boot into your shopâ the shop that he was only able to enter after giving himself a firm slap to his own forehead?
âwhat's with you?â
you folded your arms over your chest, eyes focussed calculatingly on the cowboy sitting in front of you. though the brim of his hat covers a good portion of his face, and his head doesnât seem too keen on lifting.Â
âwhatâs that sâposed tâmean?'' boothill doesnât bother looking up, as expected.
âyou look like a kicked dog.âÂ
boothill scoffs. âainât no sugar coatinâ it with you, is there?âÂ
âcmon,â you sigh, unfolding your arms to place them down on your table, caging either side of the cyborgâs hips. you give a slight lean forward as you put your weight down on them, and once more boothillâs caught between pushing you away or grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer.Â
âtalk to me, itâs weird seeing you all quiet.â
âainât you the one always tellinâ me to shut up?â
âboothill.â
he tilted his head back with a quiet groan, steel thumb rubbing at one of his temples. it's embarrassing, really, what heâs so hung up about.Â
his thoughts drift to your hands on either side of him, that although calloused and stained with oil youâll never be able to quite fully get out from under your fingernails, are still soft. human. not exactly delicate but notâŚclunky. or heavy.
heâs never really been one for vulnerability. where would he even begin? heâd hardened his interior to match the abrupt loss of his fleshy exterior. he didnât feel he had a choice to do otherwise. now heâs left with the hyper awareness of just how bulky and inelegant he isâ itâs not who he was before, not what he had. it never will be.Â
ââŚjust missinâ the way i used to be, i sâpose. i dunno.â
his eyes still dodge yours, pulling the brim of his hat down to block out your face from his peripherals.Â
âjustâŚforgettinâ things. how things feel against my fingers ân whatnot.â his words are half murmured, hesitant behind his lips.
if boothill had a stomach, it would have tightened and churned at your lack of a response. now he just feels silly, like youâre about to laugh in his face for the little bit of himself heâd just bared to you.
ânot that iâm moppinâ about it or nothinâ,â he quickly tries to save with a clear of his throat. âi mean, this olâ hunkâa metal come in handy now and again, donât it?â boothill straightens up a little bit, voice evening out.Â
heâs still waiting for you to say something. literally anythingâ to give a half assed acknowledgement and let him go or call him an idiot. he eagerly awaits for you to just get either over with.
but rather than option a, or b, or even c to z, what he receives is your hand on his cheek, guiding his head to look back forward at you.Â
âŚhuh?
he feels frozen. your hand is so warm, itâs making his head feel fuzzy. itâs different than the occasional touch to his face from you, one to tilt his head up so you can see his neck or a lift of his eyelid to check on his eye.
it stays in place, long enough to make the area of his face youâre touching begin to warm as well. his eyes are locked with yours now, slightly wide and filled with uncertainty. he silently prays his cheeks arenât blue.
âyou can still feel here, right?â your question is soâŚinnocent. itâs as if itâs the most simple thing in the world. your thumb slowly smoothing over his cheekbone is enough to make him feel utterly weak.
ââŚyeah. yeah, i can.â
heâs daring enough to put his hand overtop yours, keeping it in place. you smile slightly at thatâ not a teasing grin like usual, but a genuine one.
âyou know,â your other hand brushes his bangs out of his eyes. boothillâs never been touched like this before, like heâs fragile.
âyou donât have to hide stuff from me.â right now, your voice is the most comforting thing heâs ever heard. he's blankingâ youâre the only thing filling his senses. the smell of oil mixed with your body wash, the way you look at him as you speak, every part of it is soâŚgrounding. itâs almost foreign, a sensation long forgotten behind layers of metal and code.
âi ainât hiding things from ya, sugar plum.â
âquit it with that, okay?âÂ
your brows furrow lightly as you lean dangerously close. boothill can feel your slow, calm breaths fanning his upper lip. he resists the urge to gulp.
âi know you. probably more than you think.â you tilt the brim of his hat up gently, keeping it out of the way. itâs true, no oneâs ever seen him in the ways that you have. comfortable, a little smitten, on and off malfunctioning.
âi donât like seeing you upset,â boothillâs circuits stutter once your forehead rested against his. âso just talk to me next time.â
itâs not a request, but itâs not a demand either. perhaps âinvitationâ is a more fitting term.
âcan weâŚâ boothill clears his throat softly again, fingers lightly tightening around your hand. âdo you reckon we can stay like this for a lilâ while then?âÂ
you nod.
âokay.â
you pull him a little closer, enough to place your cheek against his and give it a gentle nuzzle.
youâre warm. youâre soft. you smell good, feel good. he doesnât want to let go.
one of boothill's arms snakes carefully around your waist, and slowly your chest is pulled flush against his while youâre stood between his legs. his face finds itself comfortably hidden in the crook of your neck, all while your thumb gently tracing the shell of his ear is enough to have him purring like a cat.
âyou feel nice,â boothill says quietly, voice a bit rough. the rasp is endearing as always. âreal nice, sugar.â
neither of you are sure how long you stay there, nor does boothill know when his hand began clutching your shirt as if he was afraid you would pull away. but the gentle whirl and hum of his internals are oddly soothingâ like a built in white noise machine that puts your mind at ease.
boothill could have sat there forever, really. nudging his nose against the smooth skin of your neck and gripping tightly at what little physical feeling he had left.
you silently ponder kissing his temple, boothill silently ponders kissing your cheek. neither of you act.
âthank ya.â boothill's voice is nothing above a whisper. âbeen a while sinceâŚyâknow.âÂ
you nod slowly, fingers idly twirling a piece of hair that hangs over his ear.
âyouâre sweet when you wanna be.â you canât help but tease him just a little.
âcmon now, iâm always sweet for you, ainât i?â and he canât help but throw a flirt back.
â MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?
The way I had to hold in my laugh at like 8 in the morning from this đ
lilia : sebek prepare for battle!
sebek : *puts crocs in sports mode*
Mutuals who I don't know very personally yet I am holding a sugarcube out in my hand in the hopes that you will approach me like the noble horse
GIVE ME ONE CHANCE PLZZZ
Man, that Boothill so good lookin'! đ
GRIM IS SO ME CODED I CAN'T đ
He sat with Malleus to beg for snacks
Don't, don't ask why I had the urge, even the thought to draw babygirl Rook. It had started as a joke between me and my sister until I actually drew it đ§ââď¸Someone plz take my pencil away from me.
Warning: Slightly suggestive
This is my life now
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Guys I've been getting into alien stage but have no moots that are in the Fandom đđanyone willing??
I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
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