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    There comes a moment in every dragon’s unnaturally long life where they decide, against all wisdom, against millennia of stoic solitude, against the soft hiss of slumbering tectonic plates that beg do not, do not, do not—
    to fall in love.

    Zhongli has already lived through three mortal epochs and a dozen minor heartbreaks, a handful of cataclysmic betrayals, and once, a rather distressing culinary incident involving Sumeru spices and a brass teapot. He has watched civilizations rise and crumble like sandcastles abandoned by impatient gods. He has kissed emperors with ash still cooling in their mouths. He has forgotten entire dialects of love.

    But this one—

    Tartaglia. The Eleventh Harbinger. Fatui dog. That insufferable ginger menace who insists on calling him “xiansheng” while disarming hilichurls with a grin that belongs on wanted posters and in back-alley sonnets.

    This one, Zhongli decides, is worth the return of rituals.

    In which Zhongli confuses “romantic gestures” with “terrifying declarations of eternal possession,” and Childe is into it anyway.

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    03 Dec 2025

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    Zhongli slithers around him—actually slithers, tail curling, wings shifting in a way that disturbs the ambient humidity—and Childe realizes he is not allowed to leave. He is, in fact, being hoarded.

    “Okay,” he says slowly. “This is, like. A thing, right?”

    Zhongli blinks.

    “A thing?”

    “Yeah. Like a dragon thing. Like the part where you—" He gestures vaguely around the den. “—nest and hoard stuff and get unreasonably attached to shiny things and start calling your boyfriend mine in a tone that suggests you’ll level a mountain if someone looks at him funny.”

    Zhongli doesn’t respond.

    Instead, the dragon lowers his head, breathes in at Childe’s neck, and growls.

    In which bleeding out is less dangerous than flirting while bleeding out in front of a dragon with hoarding problems.

    (Or, maybe Childe should stop getting mortally injured in increasingly creative ways if he doesn’t want Zhongli to hoard him like a limited-edition relic with attachment issues.)

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    30 Nov 2025

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    The momentum and heavy garments are all too much for the ice. Ajax sinks quickly, and the frigid waters are all too eager to surround him. The layered furred coat acts as an anchor. He is too far deep, and no one is around.

     

     

    As if anyone would help a sinner like me.

     

     

    Tired eyes slowly shut under the soon frozen-over lake as his breathing stalls.

     

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    A much older Childe wakes up after his passing, back into his body when he was a teen. Determined to change his past mistakes, he foregoes the Fatui and becomes a toy-maker. The Qixing is rightfully suspicious of his sudden placement.

    A contract has been signed, and whoever breaks it may they face retribution.

     

    *Edit 4/17/22: yeah, I don't think I'm updating this one guys 😰But most of yall already guessed that😶

    I ain't touchin' this with a ten-foot pole

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    13 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 78

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    Shouto was rotated at a 90 degree angle, halfway off the futon, with both of his legs draped over Katsuki’s knees.

    “What the hell?” Katsuki muttered, as he sat up to shake him awake.

    Shouto’s eyes snapped open. “Katsuki? What’s wrong?”

    Katsuki just stared at him and gestured at the way Shouto was sprawled out, with his whole upper body spilling onto the tatami mat.

    “What the fuck? Do you do this every night?”

    Katsuki loses a lot of sleep after he and Shouto start dating, though not for the reasons one might expect.

    Featuring: awkward confessions, unexpected feelings, Class A making assumptions, and important realizations about different forms of intimacy.

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    14 Aug 2025

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    17 Jul 2025