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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    It isn’t the first time Childe had laid eyes on the consultant named Zhongli, but it was like love at first sight. Except, well... it wasn’t at "first" sight.

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    The repercussions of a harbinger staying in a foreign land without both a mission and the permission to beat up monsters or treasure hoarders. (Childe realizes he loves someone). (Zhongli, ofc).

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    20 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 16

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    “This lunge,” Zhongli says calmly, tilting his head as he steps—gracefully, precisely—out of the way of Childe’s spear, “would benefit from a tighter core engagement. Your stance is two degrees off-center. I believe you’re compensating for your left ankle.”

    Childe, panting, growling, actively bleeding from his lip and vibrating with chaotic desire, barely stops himself from screaming, “Are you SERIOUS right now?”

    “Yes,” Zhongli replies, utterly serene, as if they aren't currently in the middle of what Childe has definitely dubbed a no-holds-barred, winner-gets-to-pin-the-other match, “I’m always serious when it comes to form. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

    “No—what I’d like is to win!”

    Zhongli sighs as if Childe has said something foolish, like “I love bureaucracy” or “tea is best served cold.”

    In which Childe mistakes sparring for foreplay. Zhongli doesn't correct him.

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    13 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    Five times Sanji flirted with reckless abandon (and Zoro pretended not to enjoy the hell out of it) — in a galley apron, in a mid-air spar, in a steaming spring, on a blood-soaked deck, and under a drunken moon. And one time Zoro realized he didn’t want it to stop—so he made damn sure it never would.

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    12 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 36

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    “I’m taking it,” Zoro said.

    “Not a chance in hell, moss-brain. I’m not letting your crusty swamp body sweat all over it first.”

    “Then we both take it.”

    “That is the single worst idea you’ve ever had—”

    “You want the floor, love-cook? Be my guest.”

    Sanji’s eye twitched so hard it nearly took flight. “Fine,” he hissed. “But if you snore, I will strangle you with your own shitty bandana.”

    Zoro smirked. “You’d have to get close for that.”

    In which Zoro and Sanji share one (1) hammock and no, they’re not okay.

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    11 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 27

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    “Oh? You seem distracted today,” Zhongli observed, lifting his teacup with the practiced grace of someone who had probably been drinking tea longer than the concept of tea had existed. “Did something happen?”

    You happened, Childe almost blurted out. But instead, he said something infinitely worse.

    “Nice hands.”

    Zhongli blinked.

    Childe wanted to die.

    Or, Childe has the biggest, fattest crush on Zhongli and cannot manage it in the slightest.

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    11 Jan 2026