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Night before Childe's birthday, and Childe goes to Zhongli's after work only to find that he had something planned for the night.
or alternatively: Zhongli gives Childe a little more than a striptease.
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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13 Jan 2026
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Zhongli, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, flabbergasted. “You mean to tell me in your twenty-odd years of life—” Childe corrects his age, clearly proud of his relative youth. “—you have never taken a lover?” He uses this turn of phrase deliberately, and it has the desired effect.
Childe’s face flames. “That’s—that’s not—” He clears his throat and lowers his voice. “We were talking about dating.”
“So you have done neither,” Zhongli says slowly.
Childe has always been too dedicated to the Tsaritsa to find time for intimacy. Zhongli changes that.
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05 Jan 2026
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“I’m not mad at you entirely,” he says, and he sees Zhongli’s face mold itself into something hopeful, and another wave of anger washes over Childe in a dizzying wave. “I’m mad at myself.”
Realization jolts through him. It’s—they—he can’t. It can’t be, and yet it is.
He almost says it. Almost. But he can’t, can’t force the words from his lips, and they die on his tongue.
He realizes Zhongli is waiting for him to say more, and he sighs again. “That’s it, okay? It’s over. We’re over.”
No more lunches at Wanmin. No more evening strolls. No more Childe and Zhongli.
In the wake of Zhongli’s betrayal, Childe struggles to come to terms with the fact that his friendship with Zhongli was a lie.
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05 Jan 2026
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The handwriting is not as sharp as he’d envision from a man whose mission is honing himself into a blade. It carries an innocence that sits completely opposed to the death it heralds. The cursive bends elegantly around imaginary straight lines, every letter flawlessly aligned, masterfully connected to the others with fine yet firm strokes. A most intriguing penmanship, revealing a precision that Zhongli can’t help but hope he’ll soon be acquainted with. The fangs behind the smile.
It takes a single reading to memorize the name and the address noted down, yet his stare lingers on the words some more, as if they could answer the cravings of a god’s curiosity. They leave him with a charming promise of more.
Or: Zhongli develops a fascination towards Childe's violence.
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22 Jul 2025
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A fever dream Will has in the hospital following his confrontation with Hannibal at the Hobbs' house. Set during season 1 episode 13 "Savoureux."
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04 Jul 2025