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    Snapshots from an au where nothing is really different(a lie by technicality) except Childe is just really really pretty

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    Random splashes for The Fox and The Furry Lion Dragon

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    I'm clearing out the Wips hiding on my old phone!
    ...might become multi fandom if the content was good enough

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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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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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    17 Nov 2025

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    Childe knows he’s playing with fire.
    An extremely huge fire while carrying a bag of gasoline on his hips at that, but what can he say?
    How is he supposed to be able to resist the charm of this particular Templar’s higher-up? With his molten-lava eyes, extremely refined but bloodthirsty and dominating aura that commands people around him, and his irresistible flirtings, even when they’re holding each other at knifepoint?

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    “You’re avoiding me.” Zhongli wastes no time in any pleasantries, glaring at him with those magnificent, killer eyes of his.
    “So you stabbed me?” Childe retorts in disbelief.
    Oh Childe,” Zhongli mirthfully but meanly says, “We both know that I avoided the major veins and muscles. You’ll be fine and also—” He leans his face against his. “I can hear your aroused hitch from five miles away, love.”

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    10 Nov 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 35

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    Bennett gets captured and tossed into a cell with a monster to die.

    He always finds a way to screw up everyone's plans, though.

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    30 Aug 2025

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    I have patience! Chennet wait for me!!!

  4. Public Bookmark 96

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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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    20 Aug 2025

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  5. Public Bookmark 64

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    “I cannot say I am not disappointed,” the wry smile that graces the Tsaritsa’s face unnerves Zhongli. He was expecting her to not give up so easily, but he doesn’t let it show.

    She exhales softly and continues, “I would like to propose an alternative then. A contract.”

    “Go on,” Zhongli is not too sure if he will be amenable to it, but he can only refuse another Archon so many times before they take offense.

    “A marriage between our two countries. Economic prosperity for both our nations. I am willing to supplement your forces with mine and extend them for chasm reopening efforts as well. I am sure that in return the mighty Morax will not shy away from supporting the duties of my Harbingers and Fatui if and when needed, of course.”

    “What are the terms of this contract?”

    “A marriage,” the Tsaritsa frowns at having to repeat herself. She then gestures towards the door, specifically at her vanguard.

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    20 Aug 2025