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    Yaoyao rustles in her pocket for a moment. “Alright, well I’ll give Zhongli the blindfold, and then the ‘rebels’’ countdown to hide will start. The countdown will show on your wristbands, and so will the game time afterwards.” She pulls out a simple black blindfold, extending the fabric to Zhongli. “Ready?”

    “I am,” Zhongli says, but looks to the others for confirmation.

    “Oh! Yeah, I guess?” Yoimiya says, exchanging glances with Childe and the Traveler.

    The Traveler shrugs. “Sure.”

    “Yeah, I’m ready,” Childe says, watching Zhongli fasten the blindfold around his eyes. Somehow, the black fabric doesn’t make him look foolish, or any less imposing than before. It makes something in Childe’s gut burn, and he impulsively blurts– “Make sure you don’t go easy on us, Zhongli.”

    Zhongli’s head swings toward Childe, and even through the blindfold Childe swears he can feel the weight of that golden gaze. Zhongli’s lips curve upwards. “I shall certainly endeavor not to disappoint.”

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    While on a reconnaissance mission in Mondstadt, Childe gets roped into a game of Snowtrace. He isn't expecting to see Zhongli.

    To the victor go the spoils.

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    Childe smiled at the baby in his arms, his tiny hands moving in grabbing motions as his body contorted in his hold. It seemed like at least someone was happy with their trip.

    "Are you excited?" He whispered to his son, tickling his belly just so he could hear another wet giggle.

    The baby almost seemed to nod, a trick of his eyes for sure, but it made him smile anyways. "We'll just see doctor Baizhu and, hopefully, no one else." Childe whispered again, more to himself than the baby, but it did not reassure him the slightest in the end.

    After keeping their son a secret from Zhongli and any other person besides his family, Childe is left in a dilemma: go back to Liyue, where everything he lived felt like an elaborate lie, to learn why only now his half-adeptus son is growing horns and risk seeing Zhongli again. Or keep hiding himself with Leshy at his family's home in the snowy plains of Snezhnaya.

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    They’re now right before the house’s front door, the sounds of talking and various cooking coming from inside. For a little bit, Ajax’s expression gets clouded with uncertainty. However, he takes a deep, steadying breath and smiles at Zhongli with a shrug. “Here goes nothing.”

    A hesitant hand pushes the door open, and Ajax calls out a cheerful “I’m home!”

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    Perfectly great chaotic meet the family

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    Zhongli is careful after that.

    The moment he sees the young harbinger—sees those ocean eyes, that sharp, boyish smile—he knows.

    The world has brought him back.

    Not as he was, not as the man Zhongli once held in his arms, kissed under the pale hush of the moon, whispered devotion to between the hush of battles and the quiet of morning light. But as something new. A blank slate, untouched by the weight of history.

    Childe does not know him.

    Childe will never know him.

    But Zhongli does.

    It is a cruel thing, memory. Like the tide that recedes and returns, like the mountain that stands long after the civilization it bore has crumbled, Zhongli remains. A god in mortal skin, walking among those who do not know his name in the language of worship anymore.

    And yet, what is worship to a man who once held love in his hands?

    What is eternity when the one he would have shared it with is dust beneath his feet?

    Or, grief is easy when the body is cold; it is unbearable when the body smiles back at you.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Beautiful story
    It has made me weep so much
    My heart in shambles

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    Zhongli hums. He sets his cup down and leans forward with all the composure of a man unaware of human panic.

    “So. This word,” he says. “This… ‘daddy.’ It is not merely a paternal term?”

    Childe chokes. Audibly.

    “No! I mean—yes. But no. I mean—fuck, Zhongli, you can’t just say it like that!”

    “I seek understanding.”

    “You’re too good at it!”

    Zhongli tilts his head. “Then… perhaps you might elaborate.”

    “Are you—you—asking me to explain a kink to you over dessert?”

    Or, Childe says “Daddy” once, and Zhongli makes it everyone’s problem.

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