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  1. Public Bookmark 37

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    a collection of drabbles that are all centered around kiss prompts! these are all requests :)

    prompts are separated by chapter (though not in order— prompt #1 is not the 1st chapter, for example). they’ll all be relatively short, i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ♡

    original prompt list here, but the specific list/image i’m using is here!

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    05 Jan 2025

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    ♥ Chapter 32 - cyno/albedo
    ♣♠ Chapter 33 - childe/xiao
    ♣ Chapter 35 - mavuika/capitano
    ♥ Chapter 36 - gaming/freminet

    finished ch48

  2. Public Bookmark 21

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    “I didn’t realize,” she mumbles. Cyno looks up at her, confused. She isn’t usually so ashamed of her nosiness. Usually more defensive, actually. “I didn’t realize they were from your lover.”
    Cyno’s face suddenly burns as if Dehya had tried to cauterize it. “What?”
    “The letters,” she stammers. “I only read one, I swear. I thought they were business letters.”
    “You thought they were busine—Tighnari?” Cyno bounces back, helplessly. “Tighnari is not my lover.”
    Suddenly, Dehya’s eyebrows furrow. “Excuse me?”
    Her confusion offends him further. “Yes, excuse you.”
    “No, no,” Dehya shakes her nosy head, stepping closer and snatching up a letter, unfolding it and scanning it. Cyno only lets her because he is confident that whatever she finds there will back him up. “Yours, Tighnari? Does he sign every letter like this?”

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    26 May 2026

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    Al-Haitham stands up too and uses the few inches he has over Kaveh to lean over him. "I suppose so. Thank you, Kaveh."

    He doesn't know what compels him to do it—maybe it's the electric-hot pulse still thrumming through his veins from Kaveh's touch, his gentle fingers skating along the edges of his gloves, a heel tapping against his calf—but all Al-Haitham knows that it is Kaveh, on the edge of his peripheries, dancing just out of view, and he leans forward to place a single, delicate kiss along the bridge of his nose. Right along the freckles dotting his skin like stars.

    The effects are immediate. A blush spreads like a wildfire along Kaveh's skin, which has always been a little too telling for Al-Haitham, and he splutters, blinking rapidly. "Why did you—"

    He touches his nose in something akin to wonder, looking at Al-Haitham almost shyly, who grins and resolves immediately to learn how to be gentle if this is how he can make Kaveh come undone in return for peeling Al-Haitham apart like a ribbon with every glancing touch.

    Five times Al-Haitham kisses Kaveh on the nose and one time Kaveh returns the favor.

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    20 May 2026

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    There comes a moment in every dragon’s unnaturally long life where they decide, against all wisdom, against millennia of stoic solitude, against the soft hiss of slumbering tectonic plates that beg do not, do not, do not—
    to fall in love.

    Zhongli has already lived through three mortal epochs and a dozen minor heartbreaks, a handful of cataclysmic betrayals, and once, a rather distressing culinary incident involving Sumeru spices and a brass teapot. He has watched civilizations rise and crumble like sandcastles abandoned by impatient gods. He has kissed emperors with ash still cooling in their mouths. He has forgotten entire dialects of love.

    But this one—

    Tartaglia. The Eleventh Harbinger. Fatui dog. That insufferable ginger menace who insists on calling him “xiansheng” while disarming hilichurls with a grin that belongs on wanted posters and in back-alley sonnets.

    This one, Zhongli decides, is worth the return of rituals.

    In which Zhongli confuses “romantic gestures” with “terrifying declarations of eternal possession,” and Childe is into it anyway.

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    Now, Childe wasn’t saying he had a thing for dragons.

    But he had, that night, in the privacy of his Liyue apartment (with Zhongli staying over, of course, because “it is impolite to sleep alone, my dear”), turned to his notebook and scribbled in large, spidery handwriting:

    PROS OF DATING A DRAGON:

    Sexy voice.

    Literal god. Will protect me from death and taxes.

    Has a hoard. Probably full of rare artifacts, bones, and tea.

    Tail.

    And underneath, in much bolder, much more desperate handwriting:

    FUCKING TAIL.

    In which Childe awakens his inner dragon simp and Zhongli regrets having ears.

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