Hey Treasure Hunters! Here's some fluff for y'all~
"It's so hot..." Childe whined, fanning himself with a polaroid. "I don't think you should use your photos like that, Childe. It can't be good for the film," Zhongli said, never looking up from his book. "Shit, you're right." Childe continued shuffling through his photos, but soon, he was sprawled on the floor, unbuttoning his shirt and whining about the heat again. Zhongli sighed and put down his book. "Honestly, Childe. I thought that you would be used to Liyuan weather by this point. This is nothing but a regular summer. In fact, I don't think this is even the peak yet." "Great," Childe groaned. "Just great." Zhongli picked up his book again, but his mind wasn't on the words, but on Childe's obvious discomfort. What could he do to ease his suffering? He wanted to cool off. Maybe some popsicles? He had heard about a new dessert stall.... ___ "Zhongli! Pst! Wake up!" "What's going on, Childe? Why have you woken me up at--" Zhongli squinted at his clock. "--two am in the morning?" "I want to show you something! Bring a coat or something, okay?" "Is it illegal?" Zhongli asked, already dreading the answer. Childe smiled innocently. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Zhongli heaved a deep sigh of defeat, getting up and putting on a long coat despite the weather. He allowed Childe to pull him down the quiet streets, and in time, he started giggling quietly to Childe's jokes and quips, even shooting some back in a teasing whisper. The route looked very familiar to Zhongli, though for the life of him, he couldn't place it. It was only until he was passing through University gates then did Zhongli really start to panic. But Childe, reckless, fun-loving Childe, he just laughed his woes off and dragged Zhongli to the pool, which threw aquamarine shadows over the glossy white tiles and glowed ghostly blue in the lights. On a small towel, there was a bottle and two wine glasses. "Childe! What is this?" Zhongli hissed frantically, pulling back on Childe's hand. "It's breaking and entering!" "Technically, no. It's only entering, since we didn't break anything." Childe shot Zhongli a cheeky grin. "Unless you'd like to break my heart on our anniversary?" "Wha-- Anniversary?" Zhongli spluttered. "You forgot? No worries, I knew you would! That's why I entered the date into the calendar after intense research!" Childe waved his phone triumphantly in the air. "Come on, celebrate with me! I brought the champagne, and everything already." "Fine." Childe stripped off his coat, pants and flip flops, diving into the pool with a whoop. Zhongli started stripping off his own articles of clothing as well, folding them neatly and putting them beside the small towel. Now that he was closer, he realised that Childe had put a candle there as well, and a faint sniff revealed it to be lemongrass. "Come on, old man! Don't keep me waiting!" Childe splashed Zhongli playfully. Zhongli took a running start and jumped into the pool, aiming as close to Childe as possible. When he surfaced, he splashed water onto Childe. "Why are we swimming with our shirts on?" "Wow, xiansheng. I didn't know you were such a perv." Childe snickered, and Zhongli rolled his eyes. "Did-- did you just roll your eyes at me?" Childe shook his head disbelievingly. "That's it, you're asking for it." "Wait, what are you-- oh gods--!" Zhongli's legs buckled when Childe attacked his sides, forcing him into fits of helpless laughter. "Revenge is sweet indeed!" Childe kept Zhongli above water, and eventually they ended up on the side of the pool, lying on the stone floor still warm from the sun. "How about that champagne?" Childe got up, lighting the lemongrass candle to chase the mosquitoes away. In the flickering light of the candle, he uncorked the bottle, filling the air with strawberries. He poured out two glasses and handed one to Zhongli, then raised his own glass. "To us." Zhongli raised his own glass and clinked it against Childe's. "To us." They drank, and Zhongli grimaced slightly. "Too bitter?" "Too sweet." Childe
laughed. "Old man. You must be the only person that doesn't like sweet champagne." Zhongli furrowed his brow. "What?" "Nothing." Childe took another sip and grabbed Zhongli's jaw, kissing him sweetly. He could taste the strawberry champagne in Childe's mouth and smiled against his lips. Childe pulled away. "How's that?" Zhongli caged Childe in again, peppering light kisses all over his face until he was squirming, laughing under Zhongli. "You smell like chlorine!" Childe sputtered. "And you taste like strawberry. I guess we're even, then?" Zhongli finally uncaged him, falling beside him on his back. "This was a nice anniversary." "Better than a fancy restaurant," Childe agreed. "So you're saying I should cancel my reservation at Xinyu--" "Ah, ah, ah, I didn't say that." Childe wagged his finger. "I didn't say I didn't want to eat golden crab in a fancy ass restaurant." "Right." Zhongli got up, extending a hand towards Childe. "Back into the water?" ___ "Childe, you have to be quiet," Zhongli shushed, barely holding in his own laughter. "We're standing in the middle of the street, soaking wet and holding a champagne bottle." "Relax, solntse! It'll be fine~" Childe hooked his arm through Zhongli's damp one, dragging him back home. Zhongli shook his head, but he couldn't help the laugh bubbling out. "You are impossible."