Lady_Strathmore



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    She can still turn back, she knows. She’s gotten Bumblebee where he needs to go, he’s as safe as he’s going to be, and he doesn’t need her anymore. She can go back to her family, back to Memo. Finish building the Camaro.

    Bumblebee makes a strange, high-pitched sound she’s never heard before, and she looks at him to see he appears to be scanning something, out in the direction of the bridge. Then, he collapses down, into an absolutely gorgeous bright yellow Camaro.

    She gapes at him. “Are you telling me you could’ve been a Camaro this whole time?”

    He beeps at her, and the driver’s side door swings open, a clear invitation.

    She gets in.

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    "What in the world do you mean, cutsleeve behavior?” Venti asks.

    Lan Fengmei blinks. “What do you mean? You know, cutsleeve, like how my dads are always acting so cute and in love even after they’ve been married for, like, 13 years? Wait, uh. You don’t know what it means?”

    “...No?”

    Venti discovers the origins behind some very specific Liyuen slang.

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    An obscure research paper from Mondstadt about the lesser known divine epithets of Barbatos unexpectedly causes a stir in Liyue, as some very old mysteries and gaps in Morax’s mythology suddenly gain answers.

    Or: “Celestia be damned, I will make sure historians remember us as ‘very close friends’ because that’s what you get for leaving me alone for so long,” the fic.

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    “Would you like me to apply the makeup on you, Childe? I think red would look lovely on you."

    Childe considers for a moment, before nodding his head. "Sure."

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    “You must be wondering why I called for an audience with you, yes?” The Tsaritsa asks.

    Childe nods, shoulders shaking inwards with the cold air nipping his nose and hands. He had forgotten how absolutely numbing it was to be inside the throne room. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

    She surveys him quizzically, her chilly eyes trailing down his figure, surmising him. She focuses intently on his eyes, or more specifically, the makeup painted underneath them, the deep and rich red color standing out starkly against Childe's pale flesh.

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    "I see Morax has placed his Archon stamp on you, essentially marking you as his own. A dragon’s tendencies never seem to fade.” She sighs loudly, eyes rolling.

    Childe sits there, stunned. What in Tevyat is she talking about? “W-What?” he sputters hopelessly.

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