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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    11 Mar 2024

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    fics so good they single-handedly dragged me kicking and screaming back into the black hole of hsr

  2. Rec *

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    ”It’s a hazy afternoon on the tail end of summer when Zhongli looks at Childe and realises he never wants to look at anything else for the rest of his life.

     

    The revelation comes with no fanfare. Nothing changes, nothing breaks. It’s simply a fact. The sky is blue. The sun is bright. Violetgrass wilts in the heat, and Zhongli is terribly, irreversibly in love.”

     

    Or: in which Zhongli falls in love, falls out of the sky, falls from grace, and falls into bed with Liyue’s Public Enemy Number Eleven. In exactly that order.

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    24 Feb 2024

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    i would eat this fic if i could

  3. Public Bookmark 73

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    05 Feb 2024

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    a fantastic read!!!

  4. Rec 71

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    Ajax thinks that the Dragon Emperor is beautiful.

    Beautiful in the way most deadly things are. And he knows, the moment he lays eyes upon the one who rules the Fae, why he is King - for who would not lay down their life for such a man? Who would not choose to serve the one who shines like gold?

     

    alternatively; Snezhnayas greatest weapon is given to the emperor of the Summer Court in marriage. It is there, amidst magic glaze lilies and the threat of war, that he learns what it is to be human.

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    18 Sep 2023

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    It is here that he becomes the flower. Pressed between words that he does not speak and picked from the garden of his home.

    the comparison between childe and the pressed flower, being conserved purely for its beauty, im on the floor crying

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    23 Feb 2023