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    “So, you gonna tell me what the sleepwalking’s about?”

    Zhongli sighs. “It’s not that I do not wish to share the details of my life with a dear friend. But you might wish you hadn’t asked.”

    “Try me,” Childe suggests. “Can’t be any weirder than anything else I’ve learned about you.”

    Zhongli snorts softly through his nose, taking a sip of tea. “I believe I am undergoing an old ritual, of sorts. Though I am more human now than ever before, I find myself beholden to certain instincts."

    “Oh?” Childe shifts upright, interested. “You mean… dragon stuff.”

    Zhongli nods, licking his lips and directing his gaze away from Childe. “I believe,” he says again, the faintest tinge of color creeping over his cheeks, “that I am searching for a mate.”

    Zhongli has been sleepwalking through the Liyue streets in the dead of night, unresponsive and with eyes aglow. Childe intends to get to the bottom of the situation, but everything changes when Zhongli reveals the likely motive behind his nightly wanderings.

    Childe knows he shouldn't fuck Zhongli in his sleep. He really shouldn't. But when has he ever been sensible?

    (Author is slow, not abandoned!)

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    Impulse’s gaze drifted back to the den despite himself.

    A baby.

    An infant, bundled tight, face red and scrunched, mouth slack in sleep. Tiny fists were tucked up near its chest, fingers curled like they didn’t yet know how to uncurl. Its skin looked almost translucent, veins faint blue beneath it. The baby breathed in shallow, uneven pulls, chest stuttering with each inhale.

    So small.

    Smaller than any newborn Impulse had ever seen.

    His hands hovered uselessly, terror spiking sharp and sudden. There was no note. No name. No mark, no sigil, no clue at all. Just blankets and a living, breathing life abandoned in a box bolted to a fire station wall.

    “What—” His voice cracked. He swallowed hard and tried again, quieter, like he might wake it. “What are you doing here?”

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    Tango’s chest heaved.

    “They taught me early that love meant pain,” Tango whispered. “That attention came with a cost. That my body was something I traded to keep people close.”

    Tears blurred his vision.

    “So when I grew up and ended up with people who hurt me, it didn’t feel wrong.”

    It felt familiar.

    “It felt normal,” he admitted.

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    Despite what Mr. Wizard claims, him and Max Blunder have in fact crossed paths a few months before that eventful run-in at the tavern.

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    Max Blunder plays the drums for the circus, and Mr. Wizard just happened to come by.

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