YOU ARE IN LOVE - childe
â and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why iâve spent my whole life trying to put it into words. â
summary: youâve never given thought to your relationship with your childhood friend with the harbinger, until it changes into something different
warnings: reader is gn, none
notes: day 15! this song is one of my absolute favs and hence, why this fic has to be the one iâm the proudest of! hope you like it!
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youâve never been a stranger to his looks, able to read the boy youâve grown up with your whole life like an open book. and this smile, hidden with so many emotions threatening to burst at the seams in this dark room you both were in, was only for your watchful eyes.
time always moved too fast when you were with him, the days that once dragged endlessly were not gone in a blink of an eye. youâd always play it back in your memory like rewinding a phonograph, skipping to your favourite part and reliving every moment all over again.
when he had came back from a long mission in liyue, buttoned and draped his coat jacket over your shivering body, apologised for taking so long to come back home to you. when he would make lighthearted jokes that were more misses than hits, see the way his lips would turn down slightly, frown turned upside down by a single kiss on the cheek. it wasnât proof, not much of it but you saw enough.
he had always loved small talk and long walks in the winter wonderland of your homeland, the sneaky pranks heâd once pull by placing his freezing hands on your neck and make you shriek in shock. that was years ago, his cold hands had turned warm, his every touch warming you up quicker than any warmth a fire could offer.
when you would have coffee from fontaine, which he had specially imported for you at midnight, his strong arms around your waist and his bed-head snuggled in the crook of your neck as you made two steaming cups.
the moonlight reflected the chain on his neck, the necklace that you had gifted to him long ago, one with the sigil of a snowflake.
a snowflake that carried more meaning to the both of you, a snowflake that he had tried to gift you when you were kids. to him you were as pure as snow, beautiful and fragile in his gentle touch. and when he had murmured for you to look up and caused the both of your shoulders to brush. it wasnât proof, not much of it but you felt enough.
when you woke up with him in the morning, the sunlight shining through the curtains. his once failed attempts at making you breakfast, laughing sheepishly as he held two pieces of burnt toast. youâd keep his shirt, a reminder of him when he had to leave for his duties carried him elsewhere and heâd keep his promise to always return to you.
and for once, childe could let go of his fears and ghosts when he was around you. the abyss, the fatui, the thrill of battle wearing him down like a soldier who had spent his whole life on the frontline. not with you, you were the home he looked forward to and he was the soldier you waited for to come back from the war. one small step for him, not much but it was enough.
when he would kiss you on the sidewalk after a long mission, twirl you in the air and youâd hold your breath to savour the moment as you drank him in like water thirstily. when the aftermath of a fight would linger heavily between you two till the point youâd both cave in and talk, for you couldnât live without the other.
when he had woke up one night with a strange look on his face, the way he had paused and uncharacteristically stumbled over his words. your confused but amused smile at the realisation of how young the both of you were, young idiots in true love. he was never the eleventh of the fatui harbingers to you, he was ajax, your ajax always and forevermore.
âyouâre my best friend,â he had said, pinching both your cheeks sleepily and shifting to hold onto you tighter. you knew what it was, being spooned in his embrace, he was in love.
and so it goes, it was like the both of you were dancing in a snow globe round and round. from when your short stubby legs would chase him around in the snow to waltzing with him in the middle of the night, the whole world asleep and only the two of you were awake. it was a whole collection of snow globes picturing the moments and growth of your relationship. from your first encounter, from when you had both become best friends, from when you had realised that you were in love.
when childe would miss you on the nights he had to spend without you, long torturous days where all his dreams were about feeling the ghost of your lips on him, your phantom fingers tracing his body in all the places you had memorised so long ago, your invisible touch causing him to buckle and fall to his knees. how heâd cope by taking out the picture he had of you in his pocket, in his office back at the fatui headquarters, your smile captured on film not as bright as the one he would come home too.
when he would come home to you injured and battle-scarred, your heartbeat on the high line as you watched this strong man you loved so flinch at your touch. only wanting you and only you to patch him up, kiss it all better, only you to see this side of him. and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars. and why heâd spend his whole life trying to put into words, words that would describe how much you meant to him.
cause you could hear it in the silence, feel it on the way home with his arm linked in yours. you could see it with the lights out, the whole room shrouded in darkness except for him, who glowed and shined brighter than any star youâve ever seen in the night sky.
that you are in love, true love.
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The Outlander production knew closely that something coming with the writersâ strike đȘ§ far before the season 7 events in New York.
All TV shows and films are affected by the Hollywood writersâ strike. Productions halt on shows including Outlander, as those who write the scripts in Hollywood head from the writers' room to the picket line.
About 15,000 screenwriters who are members of the Writers Guild of America (WGA) have been on strike since 2 May. It is unclear how long this strike will last; the last WGA strike spanned 100 days and the longest strike on record, in 1988, lasted for 153.
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NEW ROMANTICS - beidou
summary: after a breakup, a night out with your drinking buddy and crux captain makes you realise maybe life isnât as cruel as you thought
warnings: reader is gn, featuring ningguang
notes: day 16 and the last day for the main tracks! i tried to end it off strong for this one before iâd move on to the angstier ones to come so i hope this uplifts your spirits!
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drinking your heart out with beidou wasnât an uncommon experience for the both of you. the captain could handle her liquor fairly well and well, drinking was a good way to get over a breakup, wasnât it?
but the mug of beer in your hand stayed full through the entire night, there was something about beidou that youâve never seen about. not that she was gorgeous or that she could come off as boisterous, youâd established that upon your first encounter.
âweâre all just bored, weâre all so tired of everything.â you had murmured, a thoughtful look crossing your face. was it because that when you were both young, youâd feel this urge to try something new all the time? youâd wait for boats that werenât coming, show off your different scarlet letters and compare which one was better.
you were young, but you were on the road to ruin. no matter how hard youâd try to play dumb, you knew what exactly you were doing and the consequences of your actions whether it be good or bad. and when youâd cry tears of mascara in the bathroom at every challenge that life had thrown at you, youâd bounce back stronger.
âhoney, life is just a classroom. you learn every step of the way. heartbreak is a part of the experience,â drawled ningguang, a smirk on her lips as she twirled pieces of jade in between her gold covered fingernails.
âyou know, i could build a classroom out of all the bricks they throw at me. ningguang included but itâs more of taxes than bricks.â the pirate captain laughed heartily, slamming the bottom of her mug on the table, ningguang rolling her eyes at beidouâs words.
âevery day is like a battle, but every night with the both of you is like a dream.â you nodded along to the captainâs words, following what she was trying to say.
living it out in the big city of liyue harbor with nothing but your heart in your hands and a dream, the lights and noise could be blinding at times. youâd wait finding love out, it was all in the timing anyway. it was like playing poker in a way, theyâd never it in your face but you were about to play your ace. every heartbreak meant to break you down could never tarnish your wild youth.
âthink about it, do you need love? or is all you want danger?â beidou continued, taking your full cup and swapping it for her empty one. it looked like she was doing all the drinking today.
she was right. youâd team up and switch sides like a record changer. the rumors that people would spew out of their mouths like poison would be terrible and cruel but then again, most of them were true. you wanted to feel young and free, not tied down by any chains.
wasnât it weird that such things that could make you rethink what youâve gone through, would be said by a half-drunk beidou? you were about to reply until she suddenly grabbed your hand, much to your shock and amusement of ningguang.
now seeing life in a new light, the rose tinted glasses you had now were off and you could see the bright lights illuminating the city at night from the view of the jade chamber. and all you could see was beidouâs flushed face in front of yours, taking your hand and leading you into a dance to the background music that was playing faintly, you being louder than the melodies of the song. hear nothing but the roar of your hearts and the amused chuckle from ningguang as she nursed her glass of wine.
you were young and you should be celebrating every moment you had. heartbreak is the national anthem and youâd sing it proudly cause you were both too busy dancing to knocked off your feet by whatever was thrown at you with the intent to get you down. right now, youâd enjoy life, make memories and dance like no one was watching.
because the best people in life like your friends, was free.
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