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    The human was young and healthy indeed — he carried himself well and stood with good posture. Creamy skin, small freckles smattered across his face like a spray of watercolor. The color of his eyes takes Zhongli back to the days when he lived by the ocean; cobalt blue smeared across an artist’s palette, cabochons of sapphire, crystal goblets. An elegant neck gave way to elegant shoulders, tapering down into a fine, lithe waist; long legs that summon a memory of methodically twirling around dance partners in the days when people gathered in ballrooms.

    Zhongli stares, and he’s struck with the image of leaving bite marks along the bare flesh of those thighs. Hunger cloyed his mind, and then there was only a singular desire — this creature, no other would suffice — soft, warm flesh, the pulse of blood rushing through the body in pleasure, adrenaline as Zhongli laves at the sides of it's tender throat, sinking his teeth into a cord of veins, a body falling pliant underneath him, the first taste that would roll across his lengthening tongue —

    When had he become so imaginative?

    He knew right then that he should have turned the young creature away, apologized profusely and sent him home.

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    “Uh– yeah, well, I actually do feel kinda sick… So the bathroom, if you may, Zhongli-xiansheng–”

     

    “...Oh.”

     

    Oh?

    Zhongli’s gaze had averted, trained solely on a soiled spot of white below Childe’s waist.

    Oh.

    Oh no.

    Of course, of course, Zhongli had noticed the massive stain on his pants, not helped at all by the obvious tent at its front.

    Childe wanted to die. Better yet, Childe wanted the Abyss to swallow him whole again. At least he'd get a kick out of challenging those foes rather than standing in Zhongli's doorway like a teenager who’d just learned what masturbating was.

    No amount of training had prepared him for that moment.

    “I think… something’s happened to me, Zhongli.”

    “...Evidently.”


    Childe gets aphrodisiac'd and seeks the help of a certain someone.

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    Scaramouche cleared his throat and, in the mildest tone he’d ever heard Scaramouche use in his life, said, “Idiot, the others keep bringing those books up because your reactions are so extreme every time.”

    He kicked Childe’s leg lightly, “If you don’t react, they’ll get bored.”

    He blurted out, “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one bursting into tears and begging for a hard cock up his ass every other line.”

    Shit. He shouldn’t have said that.

    Scaramouche turned bright red and spluttered, “w-what the fuck, you’re reading it?”

    Childe scrambled for an excuse, “I had to know! Dottore and Pantalone won’t shut up about it, and it’s me in that novel.”

    Or: Someone's writing porn about Childe and Scaramouche and it's ruining Childe's life

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