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writing-in-glitter-pen · 5 months

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♡𖠣 patchwork♡𖠣 II childe x fem!reader II mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, cheery epilouge

Childe needs to see you before he meets his end; a precipice he is very near to by the time you find him miles from your home, crawling through the snow. To his confusion, you've taken him in and dedicated yourself to nursing him back to health. Little did you both know, your love for one another ran deep enough to heal all wounds.

content warnings: Childe is badly injured so there are descriptions of blood, broken ribs, aches and pains. Descriptions of applying medical stitches to close open wounds. Nothing too descriptive. I am not a doctor so do not try this at home. Mutually possessive themes. A suggestive comment in the epilouge. Let me know if I should add anything else!

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“Blow.”

Childe puckered his split, dry lips and let out a weak breath---no power behind the gust at all. The hot steam that rose from the spoon you held to his lips mocked him; such a small opponent, unshaken and uncooled by his efforts.

You sighed; he wasn’t healing as fast as he should be...meaning, he most likely was ignoring your instructions and not adhering to his strict bed rest.

You were straddling him where he lied on the bed in your guest room, propped up by a mountain of pillows---including the ones from your own bed and the throw pillows from your couch; a desperate attempt to make him as comfortable as possible, which was a feat not easily achieved given his broken state. If you’d sat at his side, he wouldn’t be able to face you, since his cracked ribs made any movement excruciating. Even so, he refused to stay put, risking his health every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the shower or the bathroom. You told him you should be assisting him any time he had to exert himself, but he vehemently refused your help with his hygiene---it was simply humiliating that a grown man like him would need help washing himself, especially your help. “Save me my pride.”, he begged, the grim and embarrassed look on his face making you cave. You agreed to his demands as long as he’d let you walk him to and from the amenities, that way he wouldn't risk falling on his way and injuring himself further. But he’d still disobey and take himself there while you weren’t looking. You took to smelling his hair every time you came to check on him, smoothing it back and lifting your nose to his forehead to check if he showered without you getting him there safely. He always smelled clean, bringing that frustrated frown he loathed to be the cause of to your pretty face.

“You’ll kill yourself.”, you’d warn, “And I’ll have to bury you in the backyard.”.

He didn’t understand why you cared so much—why you, literally, dragged him back to your house after finding him beaten and bloody only a couple miles from your cabin, having crawled from a camp in a Snezhnayan forest he had been instructed to collect a debt from the residents of. They'd expected his visit and prepared an ambush of twenty. Normally, he could win a battle such as this with ease, but his exhuastion from the continuous missions he was assigned by the Fatui without breaks became too much for him. Thank Celestia you found him when you did, having fortunately been scavenging for snow berries in the very same forest.

He had been hauling himself in the direction of your cabin, trying to get as far as he could so that he might deliver you the letter he’d been saving in the breast pocket of his daily coat for years. One he’d carried with him always to ensure that, in the event he met his end, that his final confession would reach you.

A letter he’d been too cowardly to send to you in life—his one and only friend, the girl he grew up with in grade school, who he’d chosen to play make believe in the snow and ice-skate with, rather than hunting and roughhousing with the other boys in his class. It wasn’t that those boyish activities didn’t interest him, it was that his interest in you outweighed those hobbies by tons. You were everything, still were.

That’s why it was so mortifying that you had to nurse him back to health; shouldering the consequences of his deadly line of work.

Not only did he almost lose his life to his opponents, but for you to find him at his weakest made the shame burn all the worse.

You leaned over to where you brought the spoon a centimeter from his lips, nose nearly brushing his own as you gently blew on the sip of homemade chicken soup inside. He felt your warm breath on his lips, the feeling of you made his pale cheeks turn pink and weak heart sputter in his chest.

If his ribs weren't broken, if they were still in the healthy condition of a cage they once were, he might believe his chest housed a hummingbird; the pace of his heart mimicking the incessant beating of it's wings. The way just being close to you stirred and electrified him, you could bring him back to life with just a kiss.

Your eyes flicked back up to his, urging the spoon to his lips, indicating you wanted him to open them.

He did, his gaze not breaking from yours as he opened his mouth and let you feed him. It was such an intimate moment that you forgot to breathe, catching your breath as you watched him swallow the meal you'd prepared for him and him alone. Though you were both quiet, it felt like the room buzzed lowly around the both of you. He didn't know it, but the way he looked at you with such deep warmth made you shiver.

“You were up last night, weren’t you?”, you finally asked, already knowing the answer.

Indignity marred his face as he averted his eyes to the wooden floor of your house, but his break from your irritated gaze didn’t last long. You took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and redirected his attention back to your face.

“Tell me the truth.”

He had no choice now. You had him pinned.

“…Yes, I got up…sorry.”

Your disappointed face made him flinch—stinging more than your anger or scorn ever could.

You sighed, closing your eyes and moving your hand from his chin to cup his cheek, worried eyes boring into his and squeezing his heart.

“You’re delaying your healing process. Every time you get up without help—“

“I don’t need a walker like a decrepit, old man”, he spat, instant regret pailing him. He hated that he snapped at you, hated that he couldn't control himself. His embarrassment would overwhelm him---like it always did when you looked at him like a wounded animal. He turned his face away from you once again, but you pulled his attention right back.

“Stop it.”, your stern command sat like a rock in his stomach. Though, the heavy feeling dissipated when your gaze turned soft and fretting. “I’m sorry I’m playing 'demanding nurse', but I need you to work with me if you’re ever going to get better. I don’t want these wounds to be permanent; getting up without help will make your bones heal wrong, or open your stitches back up.".

He knew better than to take his eyes off of you at this point, but the guilt in his expression told you all you needed to know. His late night walk last night had come with consequences.

“You didn’t—"

Without warning, you threw the blankets off of him, only to find a bloody, crudely secured bandage over the deep laceration on his abdomen. He'd popped his stitches.

“Childe!”, your shriek made him wince. “Why didn’t you tell me!”.

“I’m sorry…”, he started, but you didn’t hear him. You were already running off to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen.

He was getting really sick and tired of disappointing you. He'd been in this room for weeks, been your constant source of anxiety and labor for weeks, and he wasn't getting any better.

...but you were never frustrated. Sure, he'd annoy you with his pride, but no amount of effort put into caring for him would ever be a waste, not to you, at least. He'd pop his stitches or worsen a crack in his ribs with a fall or sharp movement, you'd scold him, but no matter how many times it happened, you'd always redo them, always hold ice packs or heating pads over his aches; carefully, gently.

He watched your beautiful, soft hands work while they drew the needle and thread through him---and he wouldn't flinch. It didn't even hurt. It couldn't, when it was a mesmerizing sight; the way you left what would be permanent scars along his body---covering the old ones left by his enemy. Scars that were not made to wound, but to heal. Any mark you left upon him was gratefully accepted, knowing that he'd now carry evidence of you and your care with him at all times, all the way up until his last day in this world.

Like clockwork, the process was quick and painless. The first time you'd sewn him up, you had no clue what you were doing; fumbling and sobbing as you desperately tried to save his life. Tears clouded your view and your shaking hands couldn't safely find purchase on his abdomen. But Childe steadied you, held you close and whispered reassurances and apologies to you while talking you through every step. Now, he was like your personal patchwork doll. You'd sewn him up every time he went and hurt himself again, each stitch made with love and care.

When you were done, you wiped the area with a warm, firewater-soaked cloth, then applied an antibacterial ointment. He'd tried to take it from you, insisting he could apply it himself, but you smacked his hands away.

"You're my patient. Just sit back and let me take care of you.", you said it like it was nothing; a plain fact, your job. But it wasn't your job. He couldn't see why you were so compelled to shoulder this work yourself when you could've had him carted off to a Fatui infirmary the day you found him.

"They won't take care of you like I will.", was all you would say.

You knew the Fatui infirmary would prioritize getting their war machine in working order as soon as possible, rather than giving him quality treatment and time to heal. You also knew that, since visitors were not allowed into the Fatui headquarters, he would be all alone. And you wouldn't have that. You'd gotten letters to your residence that the Fatui knew you had their harbinger and were coming to collect him, but you used every one of them as kindling for the hearth in Childe's room. Soldiers had shown up at your front door, demanding entry or that you send their harbinger out to them, but to their surprise, you fought them like a wildcat. It was incredible how fierce you'd gotten over the subject of Childe's care, not allowing anyone but yourself to touch him. Your shouting startled the agents and they backed off as you swung the wooden spoon you'd been holding at them, warning them to get lost.

"He'll be back when he's healed and not a moment sooner!", you'd hollered as they begrudgingly trudged away.

Childe's gaze on you was proud and soft at the memory; you were the only person that had ever fought for him---and fought Fatui agents two times your size with a wooden spoon, too.

At your request, he greedily accepted your touch, closing his eyes as he let himself be blissfully consumed by the feeling of your kind hand smoothing the ointment over his skin.

When you finished, you sat back and examined him for a while. You did this often---like you were saving the image of him somewhere deep within you, like you were scared to forget him, scared to lose him. Your gaze washed him in warmth, his chest aching from the well of love he harbored for you. It made his eyes glitter and his heart ask questions it was desperate to know the answers to.

"...why do you put yourself through this?", the question slipped from his mouth in a whisper before he had the chance to think it through. It had been eating away at him since the day you took him in.

You tilted your head, the curious pout on your lips making him gulp; you were so very cute.

"Through what?", you asked.

"This.", he clarified, lifting his arms as much as he could to gesture to the situation you'd both found yourselves in. "...you know you don't have to.".

"I want to.", you argued. "The Fatui wouldn'---"

He interrupted your statement, "wouldn't take care of me like you would, I know. But that doesn't answer my question.", he looked into your eyes with furrowed eyebrows and painful confusion in his expression. "I know I'm burdening you. So why would you put yourself through this?".

In all honesty, he was terrified of your answer. He feared that asking would make you come to your senses and finally send him away; though he knew you deserved to get his hopeless corpse out of your house.

What he didn't expect was the lips he was so enamored with curving into a smile.

"You said you were mine; so you're mine to take care of. No one else's."

Now this perplexed him. He'd been yours since the day he met you, when your pretty face and gentle demeanor tethered him hopelessly to you from your first shared smile. And that tether coiled itself tighter and tighter around him with every day you spent at each other's side, every time he observed your unending compassion---building huts for creatures of the forest before snow storms would hit, patiently helping him with the school subjects he struggled in, babysitting his siblings with him while his parents were away...but what was so confusing was, he'd never told you. He belonged to you in silence and silence alone, neglecting to inform you of the hold you had on the heart he'd willingly given to you long ago.

He was at a loss for words, your exclamation hitting the nail right on the head. He was yours, but how did you know?

His wide eyes and crimson cheeks only made you chuckle, pulling his letter out of the apron you wore---the letter he'd saved on his person at all times for you in the event of his death.

"Unless this isn't yours?", you asked, cheekily.

His face paled. You must've found it after you'd taken him back to your house to care for him. You'd washed his clothes, including his coat, and emptied the pockets before throwing them in the wash bin---finding his letter for you safely tucked in the pocket that rested above his heart.

You opened the letter and read aloud your favorite passage to him:

"When you find my body, I ask that you carve out my heart and take it with you; it belongs to you, just as my body, my mind and my soul, though I fear the whole of me is too heavy for you to carry. Carry this, so you may have me and not be crushed by my weight. So you may have proof that I, and everything I am, belongs to you."

The rosy, dreamy smile that bloomed on your lips as you cantored his confession to him like gospel brought his deepest wishes and desires to life; you accepted him and his love with your full heart. His voice escaped him as you made his dreams come true with just a smile. Your perfect, perfect smile.

"Childe...", you said with a sweetness in your voice that rivaled any dessert he'd ever tasted.

His name falling from your lips made his heart jump.

"...yes?"

"...I love you.", the phrase left your throat like a quiet, ardent cry. I love you. It came from a deep, ancient part of your heart; a space carved out long ago for the boy you spent your childhood with, a space whose walls strain against the fullness of it. You'd stuffed it full of so much care for him, it felt like it was just a pinprick from bursting.

Your words made his own heart whine and scrape at the confines of his chest like a puppy wanting out of its cage so that it may find its beloved owner.

"That's why I take care of you. I love you.". It wasn't an explaination, it was a promise. It was a confession that you were just as tethered to him as he was to you.

Without another word, you scooted closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, careful not to lean too much of your body weight on him, but enough to envelop him in your warmth. He felt your heart beating against his, a passionate duet between lovers that had gone too long unsung.

He couldn't hold you in return, his arms aching too much to lift, but he buried his nose in the crook between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent as deeply as he could, pressing kisses to the soft space. You loved him. You loved him. He'd believe he was dreaming if the soreness from his wounds wasn't all too real---proof that he was living and breathing in the reality that you wanted him. That you wanted him and he was yours without any hesitation. Now, he was itching to heal, prepared to follow any rules you put in place for him as long as it meant that at the end of the process he could hold you like he wanted to---tight and possessive and finally.

He hungrily kissed his way up the column of your neck, just like he'd done in every daydream he had a moment to indulge in and in the periods of wakefulness he spun in before he fell asleep every night. Every waking thought he could spare was spent in dedication to you you you. He made his way up your jaw, to the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you gasp and shiver; spending a long, devoted moment tending to it eagerly. Then he kissed back down your cheek until he hovered right in front of your lips---pausing there. He looked up into your eyes amorously, pleadingly, silently asking for your permission to press his lips to your own. As if he was unsure if he was worthy or not.

Your loving gaze was enough to give him his answer.

So he shut his eyes and leaned into you as you braced yourself on his shoulders, squeezing them as his cracked lips finally met your own. He ardently devoured you, his desperation overcoming his physical limitations---abandoning his need for physical comfort in lieu of his need to taste you, to lick up every sweet kiss you would give him. He leaned forward as you attempted to pull away, his lips unable to satiate their craving. You relented, laughing lightly as you gently pressed him back down onto the pillows to relieve the sharp pain in his abdomen he sacrificed for a moment more of your lips on his. You indulged him, smoothing your hands up his neck to cup his jaw and hold him as you gave him as much as he wanted---which would never be enough.

No matter how much affection you'd give him, it could never fill the well of longing he'd been digging for you since the day he met you.

He'd yearn for you every moment of every day of his life. In this moment, he made a law for himself to follow: After he heals, he'll take care of himself, treat his exhaustion and avoid lethal injuries, so that he may keep coming back to you with his love in tow---offerings of affection he'd lay at your feet and pray you'd accept. He'd keep his heart beating so it would stay warm for you; so that the day you'd pry it from his chest would remain eras away.

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"Childe, I can hold the spoon.", you demanded, attempting to snatch the spoonful of soup from his hand as he chuckled and evaded your swipes.

Your grumpy, flushed face was too adorable for his heart to take, and the sound of your stuffy voice was too funny.

Oh, how the tables have turned since the day you'd taken him into your home. Once he'd started adhering to your treatment plan wholeheartedly, he healed in record time. Your harbinger had grown stronger and livlier than ever, a feat which he acreditted solely to your kisses and love.

"All I'm saying is, I didn't start healing until you started kissing me.", he had claimed, grinning broadly as he brought you into his arms after being able to stand on his own without pain for the first time since his injury.

He'd moved in not too long after he came back from his first mission since his hiatus, favoring your cozy cabin over any mansion his money could buy. He was grateful to be home with you...but you'd caught a bug while he was away. When you opened your front door with bleary, puffy eyes and the sniffles, he couldn't help but pinch your cheeks and laugh, drawing you in for a kiss. You'd argued and tried to push his face away, shouting that he'd get himself sick, but he only captured your wrists and held them against his chest as he pressed his lips to yours.

"No weak little bug can take down a warrior as strong as me.", he'd arrogantly claimed...

...you hated that he was right.

So he got to steal kisses from you scott free while he nursed you back to health, just as you'd done for him.

And he delivered such sweet payback, playing 'demanding nurse' just like you had.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Open up. Medicine's gotta go down the hatch."

"You're not sleeping alone tonight, love. Gotta keep you warm so your cold doesn't get worse!"

"Maybe you shouldn't shower alone...you might faint. Just let me come with you."

You started to pick up on the fact that maybe not all of his rules and regulations were made solely in your interest.

Now, you were fighting him over whether or not you could feed yourself.

"My arms aren't broken!", you bickered, sniffling and pouting like a stubborn child.

"Ah ah ah! But any physical exertion could delay your progress. You wanna get better, don't you?", he argued, grinning like a fox.

"...yes."

"Then lay back and let me handle you. I gotta take care of what's mine, right?".

You only quit your grumbling because he looked so proud of himself. So cheerful that he got to make you feel better and call you his, just like you'd done for him.

He planted a kiss to your hot forehead, tutting as he pulled away.

"Your fever hasn't gone down yet. Let me get you a cool compress."

With that, he trotted off to the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile at his antics, running about without a break and spending every moment of the day doting on you---all for a little case of the sniffles.

And how could he not? You were his one and only love, and like he said, like he'll repeat any time you need to hear it...

You are his. He is going to take care of you.

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radi0activelob1ani · 1 year

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Tartaglia doodle again bc hes a cutie

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aeferkssr · 9 months

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MESSAGES ON MY PHONE

what's it like being in a relationship with childe and xiao? here's some smau texts with both as ur lovers

established relationship. smau. cussing. sexual inuendos. overthinking (??). rich childe lol. use of childe's real name.

masterlist.

TARTAGLIA

XIAO

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zxvmp · 9 months

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Hate Sex - Childe NSFW (Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, edging, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

a/n: guys i need him so bad it’s not even funny….also not proofread sorry for spelling errors and mistakes

You met him through the traveler, but once you two met you automatically hated his guts, and god did he hate you as well. It was almost every time you met you ended up fighting each other, you hated how strong he was, and he hated how you endured and kept pushing forward. You hated how he knew how to get under your skin, and how he acted so innocently with you when the traveler was around. He hated how you acted so tough and the way you did your hair, and he hated the way you acted like you needed someone to properly handle you.

But what you both hated the most was how attractive you found each other. You denied your feelings for months, telling yourself it was just your body needing something to release too. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched your thighs under the table where no one could see when Childe would enter the room with that beautiful smile of his. The way his eyes would glare at you with hatred, god it turned you on so much. You couldn’t hide it anymore, you needed him.

“Really (y/n)? You’re so desperate.” Childe teased.

“Shut the fuck up Childe, you know you feel the same way. What? You don’t think I notice any of the things you do? The times you grab my waist to push me aside, your hands brushing over my thighs under the table..”

He only laughed at your little out burst, he’d never take things seriously. Something else added to the list of why you hated him.

“So, what’re you trying to tell me (y/n)? You want me to fuck you?” Childe asked, now standing insanely close to you.

You couldn’t answer, to embarrassed to reply.

The traveler—who arranged the meal—had already left the room to head out and finish a mission they were assigned. So it was just you, and Childe.

“Hello? I’m asking you a simple question.”

You sighed, “Forget it Ajax, I’ll just go find someone else to help.”

As you pushed past him you felt his arm grip your wrist, pulling you towards him against his chest.

“No. And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me by my real name?” Childe said, tightening the grip on your wrist, causing you to let out a small yelp.

“I don’t know, Ajax.” You smirk, knowing itd piss him off more.

“God you’re such a slut (y/n). You want me to get all riled up so I can fuck you mercilessly, don’t you?”

Once again, you didn’t reply.

He scoffed, pushing your back against the table.

“Fine, you win.”

Soft moans escaped from your lips from the sensation of Childes warm mouth latching onto your neck, scattering his markings everywhere.

“I’ll destroy you (y/n), and i’ll make sure to take my time doing so.”

His words made you shamelessly wet, you wanted him to rearrange your guts anyways.

As he stared down at you with his emotionless blue eyes, you started back up at him through your thick lashes. You heard him mutter something under his breath, to quiet for you to hear, before his soft lips pressed against yours. Biting your lower lip, you gasped, gaining him access to explore your mouth with his tongue. Throughout your heated make-out session you didn’t even realize Childe had already snuck his slender cold fingers through the waistband of your lacy underwear.

You immediately started to grind your hips to cause friction, your hole was begging to be fucked.

“Keep doing that and i’ll stop.” Childe threatened as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Please..” You whisper.

“Please what? Finish your sentence.”

You hated that he wanted you to use your words, he’s probably getting a kick out of how vulnerable you were being right now.

“You know what I want you to do.” You say as you place your hand above his, guiding it towards where you needed to be touched most.

Watching as he hands moved underneath your underwear was so satisfying, if only he’d just plunge his fingers into your needy hole.

“I don’t actually, why don’t you enlighten me?” Childe smirked.

Cocky bastard.

“Fuck me Ajax, I want you to fuck me.” You say bluntly.

“What’s the magic word?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Ajax, i’m not your little maid that will do anything you say.”

“Fine.”

His hand pushed your head down towards the back of the table forcefully, causing you to have a stinging pain on the back of your head.

“What the f-“

“Quiet. Since you don’t want to tell me what you want me to do, i’ll just do what I want to do.” Childe said taking off his pants, pulling his boxers down with.

Your eyes widened at the size of him, and how was he so hard already? You’d definitely have to bring that up afterwards.

His hands practically ripped off your skirt along with your panties, leaving your lower half exposed, legs dangling off the edge of the table.

In seconds he gripped your hips so tightly you were sure it’d leave marks, and dragged your body towards him just so your hips were at the edge of the table. As he hoisted your legs over his shoulders you felt his tip press against your entrance. And before you could even say anything he thrusted into you so deep it felt like he hit your cervix.

“Ah- Ajax!” You moan out, throwing your head back.

He began to thrust into at an incredibly rough and fast pace, body bobbing up and down from each contact his body made with yours.

“S-Slow down- It hurts..”

Ignoring your words he gripped your waist even tighter than before, angling his hips to hit even deeper inside of you. His cock pounded against your sweet spot deliciously, sending you over the edge. Eyes rolling back, hands clenched against the table, you were sure you’d cum soon. Childe took notice of the way your moans grew louder and the way you clamped down onto him.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t cum yet.” Childe said slowing his brutal pace.

“No! Please don’t stop, feels so good.” You say through hitched breaths.

Childe chuckled looking down at you, you looked so beautiful with your hair already messy and sweat forming on your face, the way your breast were spilling out of your top. He needed to see them without anything covering it.

Continuing his slow, but deep thrusts, his hands lifted your top off to expose your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced from each thrust he did, how perky and soft they looked.

You felt his lips latch around your sensitive nipple, back arching and letting out a soft moan. He must’ve loved the way you mewled underneath him from the way his dick twitched inside of you.

“Ajax, faster please.” You beg, hoping he’d fulfill your wishes.

This time he followed through with your request, now returning to his original rough pace, making you see stars from each time he brushed against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” Childe moaned out, throwing his head back.

Moaning out his name and incoherent words, you felt a familiar feeling bubble inside of you, begging to be released.

“Please let me cum..” You breathe out.

“Not yet, don’t cum until I say so.”

Who was he to tell you when you got to cum? Plus, you wanted to see what’d he’d do to you if you disobeyed him.

Smirking, you reached your hand down to mess with your clit to help you reach your high. And god did it feel good.

Childe immediately pulled out and watched as your release dripped out of your abused cunt.

Looking at him, his expression seemed insane-like. It almost made you nervous.

“Cant fucking follow orders, but when do you ever?”

Childe roughly flipped you over, shoving your face against the table. Aligning his dick with your hole, he thrusted into you immediately, filling you up oh so sweetly.

“Don’t wanna listen to me huh? I’ll make you regret that.”

His hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back, causing you to arch your back into him to help reduce the pain.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry!” You moan out, brain to mind-fucked to even sum up a good apology.

He only responded by gripping your hair tighter as his free hand fondled with your boob, squeezing it as if it was a stress ball.

In the position you were in caused him to hit even deeper inside of you, and you thought before he reached deep, but this was a whole different level. You could feel every vein and detail of his cock as he brushed against your walls constantly.

“Say my name.” Childe said leaning his head down close to your ear, his warm breath against you making you shudder.

“Ajax.” You whine.

“Again, louder.”

“Ajax!” You yell out, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from the pain and pleasure you felt.

“So fucking good for me, you like it like this don’t you? Your back arched so perfectly for me, my cock thrusting into you, you fuckin love it dont you.”

His words were so filthy, so attractive. You could only moan in response, mind occupied at the fact you felt another orgasm coming.

“Answer me (y/n).” Childe threatened, tugging your head back more.

“Shit, yes! Ajax, I l-love it.”

“Good…”

He placed a kiss on your cheek before letting go of your head, instant relief filling your mind.

You felt him twitch inside of you once again, this time it signaling he was close to cumming.

“Please cum in me, want you in me.” You say with a breathy

You swore you heard him slightly whimper after your words, making you clamp down around him.

“I’ll fill you up, all the way up.” Childe groaned as his hips began to stutter.

His hand traveled down towards your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles around the bud.

“Mm, yes..just like that.” You say arching your back even more.

“Cum with me, (y/n).”

His words were all you needed, you immediately came at his words, cum coating his cock as a white ring started to form at his base while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own high.

Overstimulated, your body started to twitch as you constantly moaned out his name, you felt as if you were on cloud nine from how good he felt inside of you.

And finally, you felt him shoot his load inside of you, stilling his movements as he buried himself so deep inside of you.

“God I hate you so much…”

😁.

#childe smut #childe x reader #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #hate sex #smut #ajax smut #ajax genshin impact

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grennno · 1 year

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don't keep the Tsaritsa waiting ❄️

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archaicden · 2 years

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TARTAGLIA : protector of what could’ve been.

#may you continue being the living being of contradictions #childe #genshin impact #tartaglia #childe genshin impact #ajax genshin impact #foul legacy #genshin #my art #I miss him.

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scara-hater · 1 year

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Cuddles and plushies. Pt.2

Characters - Alhaitham, Childe, separate!

Synopsis

On days where you feel lonely, missing his presence, you make a little plushy of him to cuddle and love while he’s away.

For @seirenspinel , a mini continuation of my previous request posted. I feel I strayed a bit from the original, apologies!

Pt. 1 here!

Not proofread! I never do <3

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Alhaitham

Is not one to be bothered.

He’s composed and professional, even with you he likes to keep that front.

So there was no doubt that knitting a stoic faced a friend would heal the void that should be next to you. And oh my is it the squishy and most grabbable filler you’ve ever seen. Holding it just builds up the happiness forming in your chest. It’s little rested face is so teeny on with it’s round face.

Send help, you may die from an overload.

And so, your obsession with it grew, never letting go of it. Even when the man is right in-front of you. “Dear, would you mind lowering that thing out of my face.” Alhaitham’s voice is neutral, but you can see he’s falling quite irritated to how you are shoving the plush against his cheek.

Deepening your voice to imitate his own, you shake the knit work right by his eyes, “dear, could you hand me my paperwork.” Giggling, “Beloved would you like some tea?”

You can’t help but continue, when you see him grip his pen, with his jaw clenched, you’re mocking him. “Please could you just-“ loosely throwing his work to his desk.

Hehe.

“Okay sorry sorry, I just love you so much, and I love my little son so much! I just love seeing my boys together.” You exclaim raising the doll over your head.

But if looks could kill, you wouldn’t be dead, but probably severely injured. “y/n that is yarn.” What a loser.

“Are you saying you’d like something like a real baby?” Oh? All of a sudden his face is bright red.

“That’s absolutely not what I was suggesting, all I want is for you to quit shoving that thing in my face.” not so composed now. Fake gasping you defend the silly little object, “I’ll have you know that this thing, has a name - in fact! his name is Alhaitham junior.” Holding it your face and pointing at it.

“So maybe if you were around more often without me asking you, you could be the one in my hands.”

Shit, you had a point.

Letting out a deep breath, he picks up his writing once again.

Is this ass really going to say nothing? No, give him time, this secret idiot is just trying to find the right words.

pausing, his head still forward and eyes off his work, he sates “When in my company next time, you’ll have my undivided attention. I hope to see I have the same?”

“Oh my god I wanna kiss you.”

Yeah, he’s glad he has you, and maybe that baby you mentioned wasn’t such a bad idea.

Childe

This idiot probably told you to make it, not knowing how much you miss him.

He’s a harbinger and a competitive person by nature, so it’s not rare to wake up to an empty bed, if there’s work, he’ll take it. And that makes you feel small, knowing that if something comes up, you’ll always come second best.

So yeah, you took his joke seriously and made something to keep you company. It’s soft and easy to fall asleep with, right now it’s doing more than he is.

Yet, he has no idea how much his leaving affects you, he just assumed you understand because you never said anything. Archons he’s stupid.

It’s only until the day he found it resting on your legs did he realize.

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He came home in the afternoon, four days after leaving you without a word. You’ve probably seen him a total of a week this past month, and now he finally comes home.

“Oh? What’s this? A little friend to keep my lonely y/n from loosing their mind ~?” A playful smirk graced his face as he looks down at your seated figure. “Well.. yeah! I guess so… it just get’s lonely during the nights when you aren’t with me.” Admitting, you look down a little flustered, as you weren’t expecting him to come back so early in the day.

But this strokes his ego quite a bit. That desire to see your face make even cuter expressions than the one you are wearing right now really persuades him continue. Though, with him being gone for so long, he slipped by forgetting to drop to fatui act, “Darling, there’s no need to make something as pathetic as that!” He laughs “You have me right here, did you really think I was serious when I told you to make that thing?”

Ouch.

You feel stupid, he made you feel stupid. “Oh.” You sit there staring at the small little Ajax that lay in your lap. You put so much effort into it because you were excited to show him once he came home. He must hate it.

Throwing it off yourself and onto the floor you end your thought, “ yeah no sorry, that is weird.. I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have done that, sorry.”

Wait, what?

That’s not what he wanted, no. Why did he say that? “next time I’ll wait for you to come home, yeah?” You turn his way with a half smile.

No, don’t do that, please. Yet that moment makes him realize, all those countless nights and endless days, and he never once thought about how you felt to wake up to an empty home. He really is the worst.

making his way over to you, he places his bags on the floor, and carefully picks up what you had discarded. Looking at it up close, he smiles, You really did think about him a lot.

Guilt.

Childe places the item in your grasp while you look at his hand holding your own, he opens his mouth only to close it once again. “I- hmm. Y/n.. I’m sorry” he sighs, “that was unfair to you and I was only teasing, but I see now that I took it too far, I didn’t mean it.” He lifts your face to meet his gaze, eyes carrying genuine care, “I think it’s adorable, so please don’t rid yourself of it.”

He waits for your face to soften before he leans in to kiss your cheek “ I promise to make more time just for you, because at the end of the day, you’re all I want!”

“Ajax you’re so stupid.”

That was definitely called for.

#genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #tartagalia genshin impact #childe #childe x reader #al haitam x reader #al haitham #genshin x yn #ajax genshin impact #ajax x reader #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin hcs #childe hcs #alhaitham headcanons

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mysticmiav · 1 month

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The endless saga of drawing him shirtless under the guise of practicing anatomy continues✍️

If you saw me posting these earlier just now no you didn't

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senpiecakes · 1 year

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A Love Not Meant to Be: Childe

Notes: I saw this in my drafts, and I haven't posted anything in this series for a while so I was like 'fuck it, I'm gonna finish it.' (lowkey this made me cry while I listened to the song)

Summary: Hated by everyone, loved by you.

Theme/s: GN!Reader, Angst No Comfort, the world hates you both

Warning/s: Some very mean words from the world. That's about it.

Once More to See You by Mitski

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“I’ll protect you.”

Childe is known to be protective of those he loves. He goes out of his way to spin elaborate lies for his youngest brother to protect his innocence, he makes sure to keep his whole family out of harm's way because of his job, and he will strike down any enemy that dares to threaten his loved ones. In all of that, there was you. You loved Childe dearly, and it was clear he had the same feelings for you. Childe shows you off to his subordinates, pampers you with his wealth and makes sure you’re top priority always. That included your safety. Everywhere you went, bodyguards kept a close distance, if you were out with Childe, he’d keep a secure arm around you, even at home he’d make sure you’re safe- especially when you’re alone. All that you could trust him in. Childe only sees threats in the form of enemies, never in the common folk that walk with you in the streets day to day.

‘There goes that Fatui’s hound.’

‘Can you believe they’re actually WITH a Harbinger?’

‘I bet you they’re kidnapped or blackmailed.’

Everyday, hushed voices would throw scorn at you and Childe as you passed. You knew of the world’s disdain for the Fatui but you also knew Childe. He was sweet, caring, protective and you knew in your heart he would never hurt you. But you were also aware of his reputation; his strength in battle, his ability to harm warranted or not, his sworn duty to an Archon planning to rid the world of Gods. It was only fair of people to have their opinions about Childe. But you knew deep down how much the man can love- if the rest of the world saw him through your eyes, maybe their opinions of him would change. People feared him, but they had the gall to throw their cowardly vices towards you.

Some days, you tell your bodyguards to lay back for a while, that you can handle yourself while you grocery shop. Despite your commands, they follow you. On those days when you appear to be alone, people made it clear how much they truly hated the man you loved. They would be more vocal about their jeers, going as far as to tell you directly that you should be ashamed for being with him. You’d defend Childe with all that you can and that usually results in many unsavory exchanges.

People refusing to sell you things in fear that Childe may target them, some barring you from their business with the most ridiculous reasons, others even outright mocking you. That’s when your bodyguards step in and you fear that it only escalates things further- that you had to be kept within a wall.

‘I knew you’re a coward, hiding behind that Fatui freak.’

You don’t really think much about these encounters, never speaking a word about it to Childe until your bodyguards inform him of all that’s happened.

“Do you want me to deal with them?” He asks you one night.

“What? No! I can handle myself.” You say.

“Well, alright. Just tell me if anything else happens, okay?”

In truth, you knew if Childe stepped in it would make things worse. You didn’t want him to shoulder all the weight and responsibility of keeping those he loved safe. He already has so many stresses happening at once, one more problem could send him over the edge. And so, you bore through it because you loved him. It was all that you needed.

It was until strange things started happening around your home- the place where you felt the most secure. Rocks thrown at your windows, strangers standing only a few feet away from your doorstep, light acts of vandalism appearing on your property. Only then did you start fearing for your life. You brought the issue up to Childe who kept guard throughout the night, but miraculously, nothing ever happens when he’s at home. It’s only when you’re by yourself that people seem to go out of their way to take out their frustrations of Childe onto you. You didn’t think that people could be so cruel. Then again, they had a reason to hate Childe- but they had no excuse to show their hatred through you.

Childe always noticed your fears. As much as he tried to relieve it, the world always seemed to push his efforts away. Even as he volunteers to deal with the problem himself, you hold him back. As much as it angers him to see you look so vulnerable, he knows it’ll only make things worse.

Things came to a boiling point when Childe suggested you two take a walk together around town to take your mind off of things. You were reluctant to be seen with him, which was silly but reasonable. In the end, you agreed and Childe was more observant in his surroundings more than ever. His head was held up high, scanning the crowd who turned away as they met his cold gaze. You on the other hand kept your eyes low on the ground, fearing that someone would be brave enough to cross Childe’s wrath. He noticed this, noticed your shying away as if you were embarrassed to be seen with him, and he could do nothing to ease you of your worries.

It’ll only make things worse.

As you walked, Childe led you away to a place with little to no people- a place where you can breathe. He savors this moment with you. He never really has time to be at home so Childe always makes sure to spend as much time with you as he can, pouring out his heart when he’s absent during the night when you sleep.

“You know, you’re the realest thing I’ve had in a while.” Childe says, taking your fingers in his hands. “Thank you.” He looked at you and was surprised to see your face. Quick was your change of expression- a look of fear as you glanced down at his hand, then back up at Childe. Your eyes, wide and worried, wandering around the near-empty streets as you took your fingers away by impulse and smiled awkwardly.

“Ah… well, let’s get going before it gets too dark.”

It was clear how much of a toll the fear had on you. You barely went out to shop anymore, spending your days and nights locked up in your house, counting down the days for Childe’s return from a mission. He worries about you, even more so when you start acting differently towards him. You’re silent, shrinking away from his touch, never wanting to go out for dinners and always afraid of seeing him off- even if it was just at your front door. You worried about your long term future with him. You wanted life with Childe to be normal- that one day if would just be the two of you living a mundane but peaceful life. Childe was angry and heartbroken; angry at the fact that he is powerless to change the minds of people, to stop them from seeing his infamy through you. Heartbroken at the fact that you drift away because of the very same people that convince you that loving him was a sin. Childe needed to take you out of there.

And so, you move. He takes you to his missions and you find temporary housing in whatever nation his job lands him in. You thought you could handle it, that starting fresh would be what’s best, but it seemed that this lifestyle was far more exhausting than the one you had before. You never had a home; whenever you felt comfortable in your new living space, Childe always finishes up his mission before you even get the chance to look around the place. You don’t get to stay for long anyways; the longer you stay, the more people recognize Childe and soon you are back in the cycle of hate. As much as Childe tried to keep you from harm's way, it never felt safe. It was draining, but you held on for Childe’s sake. He just wanted to keep you safe.

“Let’s go back home to Snezhnaya.” Childe suggested one night. “I think it’ll be good for both of us.” You knew why Childe wanted to go back home. He needed peace away from the dangers of his duty and you were more than happy to be there with him. Still, you can’t really shake off the paranoia you’ve acquired after running away for so long.

“What about your work?” You ask.

“I’ve requested a time off. I’ve been doing great anyways.”

“We can’t stay with your family.” You say silently, looking down at your hands. “We can’t risk it. After all the places we’ve been, people are bound to recognize me now.”

“I know.” Childe responds. “I rented us a cabin in the forest. Just the two of us.”

Soon enough, you found yourself in the winters of Snezhnaya, in a little wooden cabin surrounded by tall trees, blanketed by snow under the dome of endless sky. It really was just the two of you. Childe watches in adoration as you feel yourself feeling free for the first time in a while. He smiles as you do back at him, bounding through the snow and into his open arms.

Childe hasn’t felt you this close in so long. He’s gone on nights and on days you’re withdrawn. He wants to get carried away with you. Your comforting embrace was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I missed you.” He whispers in your ear, tone mirroring that of a desperate man waiting to be satisfied.

He wants to devour you like a wolf; caught between your teeth and tongue like a ravaged, hungry animal waiting for the warmth that comes with death as soon as he takes the first bite. And all that Childe has ever known was hunger; to hunt and to take what was never given to him. He will kiss till you are breathless, till your skin burns with desire and lips shed the blood he once ravaged others to get- to release the tension built up in his bones when he failed to protect you from the world. But he is in your hands. He’d let you tame him if it meant he’d get to feel your love like the way he used to.

Tonight, as you spare him a fluttering kiss, sweet like candy and warm like the blood he craves- Childe falters. You barely have your lips on his, but as soon as he feels the delicate brush of your skin, the slight exhale through your nose on his cheek as if to say you feel secure, Childe is at the mercy of the prey that was once in his control. He will not bite the hand that feeds him, and so, he simply closes his eyes and sinks into the innocence of your willingness to be in his grasp. His mind races with all the things that had happened to the both of you. You endured so much for him and the thought of that makes Childe feel guilt like never before.

The world slows to let Childe’s heart thrum madly in his chest. He feels you inch in closer, fingers interlocking with him as he feels the tension leave your shoulders, the weight of fear from the past now gone. You’re with him. You’re both alone. You’re safe.

Childe will not be the monster the world portrays him to be- not especially around you. But even if you see him in his prime- blue waves crashing into violent lighting- how could you kiss him like he’s a man fit to hold the beauty of the world? He’s shown you how childish, immature, selfish and brash he could be, all the while he stubbornly wants to keep you at his side for his sake. Even then, you chose to stay. You didn’t want to push him away. Childe feels as though he doesn’t deserve this.

Tell me, he thinks. How could you love me for who I am?

“How could you still be with me for all the things I’ve done?” Childe mumbles, voice breaking as he pulls you in. “The blood on my hands, the lives it took-“ You stop him. Childe falls silent and your response nearly makes him lose his composure.

“You were just a kid.” You whisper, taking his face in your steady hands. “You were never given a choice.” Childe breathes hard as he studies your hardened eyes, scolding him almost. He wasn’t the type to show weakness, not with you, not with gentle scolding. But this- you’re giving him a choice- a choice of freedom. To be unshackled by the consequences of his past and allow him to be vulnerable, even for just a second.

The snowfall was quiet, and so were you. You knew what you had to say and Childe knows what it was. He just didn’t want to accept it.

“You know we can’t keep running away, Childe.”

Childe doesn’t answer and instead looks away, his eyes darting back and forth, refusing to look at you. His jaw was tight and his hands were clenched into a fist. You soften at the sight. You know that looks all too well. It was Childe’s way of showing fear. He wasn’t really afraid- only frustrated and fearful of the consequence of his actions. He knows deep down that he can’t keep running. He can’t take you with him and he refuses to let you go. You’re tired, he knows that, he just doesn’t ever want to lose you.

“Ajax,” you say, your hand landing on Childe’s cheek. He nearly flinches away from your touch, but instead he relents and allows himself to melt into you- his kiss finding home in the warmth of your palms. “What are you so afraid of?” Truth be told, Childe wasn’t as brave as he presents himself to be. He was just a person like everyone else; he had his own fears, worries, doubts and regrets. Many of those he did on his own, but now they’ve caught up to him, and he is more afraid of consequences now than he has ever been. All because of you. Childe ran away from all those problems before, but if those consequences catch up to him, they’d cost him you. You who fought with him so bravely- never afraid of him and his tainted past. You who stuck by him even when the world seemed to treat you like an outcast for even associating yourself with him. You who had sacrificed everything for him, defended him when he refused to do the same for himself. He was given a glimpse of the risks that came with his dangerous job. Soon, people would find the courage to test his strength. By all means, it would always cost you your freedom.

“Of you.” Childe says finally. “I’m scared of everything because of you.” It was hypocritical of him to think this way, especially since he was the one who put your life at risk and your reputation hanging on by a string. But you were braver than him in a way that was sane- and you still had the courage to look at him as if he were just any other person in the world. His dream of normalcy, you never took it away.

“Then why don’t you leave me?” Childe scoffs

“It’s not that easy for me to do that, you know?” He says with a weak laugh. He can’t leave you alone. He doesn’t want to, he would never want to.

“Then I’ll do it for you.” You say. “I’ll go far away and things will go back to normal.”

Childe looks at you surprised. He knows you’re doing this for his own sake and yours, that you’re doing what’s best even if it hurts. But why does he feel so betrayed? Why would you of all people leave him that quickly with all those promises and hopes and dreams for the future? Why would you be the one to crush them? Did any of it mean nothing? Why was it so easy for you to abandon what you had with him? Childe wanted to fight, argue and win you over again and again even if it meant you both had to go through heartbreak together. He needed you. He wanted to battle- but instead you calmed him with a look. A look he knew so well, so pleasant, that Childe’s sea of emotions ebbed and he gave you space to talk.

“You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.” He says incredulously. You don’t answer. “Y/N, come on-”

“I love you, Childe, but this isn’t healthy for either of us.” You say. Childe shakes his head in protest but stays silent, allowing your words to penetrate him painfully as he lets the gravity of your situations sink in. You were right, he can’t keep running.

“You can protect me all you want, but we can’t live like this. You have jobs to do, places to go where I can’t, and I can’t keep fearing for my life when I’m with you. I love you, but I can’t… we can’t escape this, we can’t run away.” You say. “The best thing we can do is to get away from each other.”

“No, don’t do this to me!” He begs, almost angry. Childe doesn’t look at you and instead looks down at his feet, his teeth gritting and jaw tight as you hold his face and will for him to look.

“If you love me, then you wouldn’t do this, you wouldn’t leave me.” He argues. You shake your head but he continues. “You’ll just be like everyone else if you do. You’ll betray me by leaving because you’re just like everyone else!” Childe was guilting you into staying. He knows how wrong it was, how selfish he was being, but he thought it would be the only way to keep you by his side. It was the only way he knew how.

“You and I both know that isn’t true.” You say. Childe balls his fists a shadow looms over his already darkened eyes.

“If you really loved me, you would stay.” His voice was a silent, forceful anger that made you pity him. But this, whatever you two had, was destructive; it hurt you both and you knew well that Childe would destroy himself and a million more just to get what he wants- just to keep you with him.

“I do love you, Childe,” You say and a hopeful shine appears in his eyes. “But not enough to make me want to stay.” And in a flash, it’s gone. Despair washes over Childe’s expression, soon replaced by anger and desperation. He towers over you, a dark aura emanating from his gaze.

“You’re a liar.” Childe spits out, venom lacing his tone. You stand your ground- you knew well Childe would never hurt you. He never had space to deal with his emotions in a healthy manner, and you knew this tantrum was to mask the true feelings of hurt he had inside. He didn’t want to be seen as weak and vulnerable, even if it were you.

You were lying. You loved Childe so much it hurt- but this relationship between you two had terrorized you far worse. As much as you loved him, as much as he meant to you, you needed to save yourself. You sacrificed so much and risked everything in your life to be with him. You knew him better than anyone and saw him in a light that nobody else was willing to. You loved him as Ajax- the loving caring brother and family man that would do anything to protect those he loved so they would never have to go through the same thing he did. At the same time you loved Childe- the powerful, cocky and reckless Harbinger loyal to the Tsaritsa and even more loyal to you. But even that wasn’t enough. The world saw how much you truly loved Childe and decided to take advantage of that by pitting itself against you. It really was just the two of you against the world- but you had your limits, and Childe couldn’t be the person to fight alongside you if he tried. He tried, you tried, but nothing was enough.

“Please, Childe, look at me.” You say. “It might be the last time I’ll see you.”

“No!” He yells. “It’s not the last time! There won’t be a last time! You’re not leaving, I’ll see you again tomorrow and I can look at you all I want because you’re not leaving me! You would never do that to me!” Childe hugs you tight, his body trembling against you and choking sobs escape his throat. “Please, Y/N, I don’t want to be alone.”

You never thought you would ever see a Harbinger in this state- walls crumbling and image shattered from fear of all things. You thought the Harbingers were never afraid, that Childe would be the last person you’ll see look so distraught after all he went through. Then he looked at you dark blue eyes filled with tears, his brows furrowed and suppressed sobs making their way past his lips. You envision the young boy within him; robbed of this childhood, his innocence, still carrying the fear and trauma of the days he was taken away from his safety. Childe found his new safeplace in you, and the fear of losing it, losing you, the hope and dreams he so precariously planned with you, coupled with the loneliness and isolation that would come after you leave- of course he was going to be afraid. But you feared for your life- you didn’t want to risk Childe’s to save yours. And so, you turn away to leave but Childe grabs you.

“Childe, let me go.” You assert, tugging your wrist away from his tightening grip. He stares you down, wishing that it wouldn’t have to come to this.

“No, you can’t leave me.” He says. “You need me.” His tone was menacing, the same he uses against his subordinates to make them submit. This annoys you for some reason- to think that Childe had the nerve to see you as someone as lowly as those men and women under him- you thought you were both way past that. You angrily take your wrist away from him and start yelling- a version of you that Childe has never seen before. You didn’t know why you yelled, you didn’t understand why a red hot anger surged through your chest. You released every form of frustration you had on him; your fears, your regrets, the way you hated how he was so stubborn, the way you hated how he never admits he was wrong, how every bit of your life was stripped away the moment you told him you loved him. Everything. Tears well in your eyes with each word you say, and even more so when Childe decides to fight back. You thought that you trying to push him away like this would prompt him to let you go, not spiral into this form of chaos. You knew well that Childe would never give up an opportunity to fight; there’s no turning back now.

This was like any battle Childe would have trained to fight. It wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced from those before- the thrill, the excitement, his heart racing for more, more, more. Not tonight, not with you. You two were in war- fighting each other with the harshest words, sharp tongues, insults and arguments thrown so carelessly at the others deepest fears and insecurities. You were someone that knew Childe better than anybody, so this, the ache in Childe’s heart almost felt agonizing. He’s never seen you look so defeated. It’s as if it hurts you to even say these things to him out of anger. He hated the way your voice echoed the words his own mind would tell him; he hated the way your hands restrained themselves into fists by your side; he hated how tense your shoulders were, how your eyes looked so sad. He hated the way you mirrored those who tried so hard to break you in a pitiful attempt to make him feel what you felt.

Even from before as strangers berated you for even being with him, your life turned upside down for even being associated with him, you always put up such a strong front. Childe admired that, even more so now as he felt that he could shrink at the sheer magnitude of emotions that flooded out of you all because of him. Childe listened to you rant, your words becoming warbled as his head pounded with the strength of his own voice. He didn’t even know what he was saying at this point- only watching you cry and shout- wishing for nothing but to pull you in his arms and comfort you even while you’re still furious at him. Even if you beat, kick and punch your way out of his arms, just stay, he thinks.

Stay with me.

If it meant he’d lose everything else, Childe was willing to let this be the first battle he’ll lose. And what greater reward was it to lose against someone he loves?

“I can’t do this anymore, Childe,” you cry silently, your voice barely making it past your strained throat. He hears you, loud and clear. “I love you, but I can’t.”

Childe is silent.

The fallout was devastating, comparable to the collapse of a dying star. It was explosive and angry and destructive beyond what you could have anticipated. It was dangerous on both ends- the freefall of the damage reaching far beyond the ground zero of everything that surrounded the two of you. The echo of the forests that surrounded you two in the silence of winter felt the weight of you and Childe’s booming voices yelling louder above one anothers- shouting words you both would have never expected to hear the other say. It was painful, to you, to Childe and to the universe that knew of the relationship you had in secret- how the world watched your love bloom and beautify like a flower- and like a flower it wilted into the cold. It was ugly and it shouldn’t have been in the first place.

But at the same time, it was colorful and beautiful and bright. Twin flames bursting with far more hues than the searing red you saw in fury, the gentle blue of his tearful, empty eyes- a kaleidoscope of colors springing to life once the initial flames died down to a spark from where they’d started. The whispering, hushed voices, exhausted and only realizing the gravity of your situations. The once harmful words full of spite and venom now replaced by half-hearted apologies that carry the weight of your entire hearts, the words Childe cannot say. Like a star flickering out of its last few breaths, it explodes, furious and catastrophic, but it’s wonderful all the same. The rebirth of a new galaxy, the start of life anew. But for the both of you, it was still in the in-between; the slow, gradual explosion of a supernova, not yet ready to start over. That would be far, far into the future; right now, Childe stares into your tired, reddened eyes, seeing nothing but sadness and pity, and a glimpse into what could have been your future with him. That was the moment he calmed down, the star finally settling within itself to wait another million years of stasis until it could start over. The way Childe loved you was sincerely heartfelt, but the world was not ready to allow him to be happy.

Childe needed to make a choice. His hands tremble and fall to his sides, steeling himself for the moment you would look at him, finally seeing him for who he really is. Childe looks down, refusing to even glance at you, unable to confront the fact that his delusional want of hopes and dreams would just be that; a hope and a dream. He’ll just bear through the pain in silence, only listen when you would eventually turn your heels and walk away. Instead, Childe feels the lightness of your grip around him, your arms wrapped around his frame so surely, and the delicate plush of your kiss on his lips. In that moment, when he feels your shaking body against his beginning to hesitantly pull away, Childe breaks. His composure weakens as he sobs against your lips, shaking fingers not knowing where to touch you- wanting to reach for you so badly- but he doesn’t know how. He felt like he couldn’t, it would hurt too much, but if he didn’t, he would regret not wanting to when he had the chance. And so, he pulls you in, so close, so tight, that he feels he can never ever let you go. Childe hears your muffled sobs against his lips, your hands placed on his chest not knowing if you should push him away or pull him even closer. If he could live in this moment, he would for a million years; he would freeze time and let it be so that the two of you could live on happily.

When you break away, still feeling the need to gravitate towards each other, Childe smiles dumbly despite the situation. You follow suit.

“Gods…” You mumble, wiping away your own tears. “Will it always be like this if we fight? We kiss and make up?” Childe chuckles weakly.

“I wouldn’t really mind that.”

Silence again, and the snow begins to fall. Your gaze wanders ‘round the now still forest that cushioned your arguments and your eyes fixate on the sun beginning to set.

“It’s getting dark.” You say, and Childe nods in agreement. Tentatively, he takes your hand and leads you both back into the cabin, the fire now long gone, but the heat never leaving your skin.

You two went about that night in complete silence- never once uttering a single word to each other until it was finally time to sleep on your shared bed. Only then, when you decide to sleep on your side and fully expected Childe to stay in his, did you feel the relief of comfort when he wrapped you in his arms and pull you close. You nestled yourself in his warmth and breathed in the frost of the night. Silence was broken by Childe once more.

“You’re free to make a choice, Y/N,” he mumbles. “If you choose to leave, just know I’ll never be mad at you for it.” You feel Childe’s embrace tighten as he says it. You nod and hold his roughened hand, kissing his knuckles and burying yourself under the covers.

“Goodnight, Ajax.”

Childe didn’t sleep that night. He listened to the whistling breeze from outside and the occasional movements you’d make. He thinks about all the events that led up till now; how life snowballed into this catastrophe of a situation you both were in. He thinks about how different life for him would be if he hadn’t met you. He won’t be happier then; Childe loves you too much to imagine a life wherein your absence would be his downfall. At the same time, your life would ultimately be better without him in it. He pictures your smiling face amongst the crowd, everyone happy to see you’ve arrived because he isn’t there to taint your reputation. How different things would be for you both if you hadn’t met.

Childe had a choice, you’ve given him one. As much as it pains him to do this to you, to do it to himself, he knew in his heart he had to do it.

Silently, before the sun breaks out into dawn, Childe prepares himself for the inevitability of loneliness once he steps out the door. He watches you for a moment and ultimately decides that staying for a second longer would be far more painful. And so, he left silently in the sunrise, in the snow where he’ll be in the far, far future. When you woke that morning, you braced yourself of the dread that came with Childe’s absence. You knew deep down he’ll leave. He never wanted to be the selfish one, but tonight, he needed to be- for your sake. You breathed in the cold winter air and willed yourself to look at the note he left on the side that was once his. So little words, yet it had been enough to have you shatter.

‘Please forget me.’

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midnight-pluto · 5 months

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I have an idea feel free to write it or not (childe x fem reader)

Playing truth or dare and someone dared y/n to kiss Childe (they did that bc they knew he was in love with her) she got a little angry and shy about it but she approached him pulling him by his collar to kiss him and everyone in the room start to scream and laugh and Ayato is recording what happened for later use

A DARE.mp4 — childe

TROPES: fluff, crack

PAIRING(S): childe x fem!reader

UNIVERSE: modern

WARNING: someone gets called an orphan at the end, swearing

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! I did my best to write it in a sense where I could include all your details but if you do plan on requesting some more please be more specific so I can do your request justice

THE AUDIO IS quite distorted at first but then clears out to the point where you can hear distinct voices yelling at one another as well as faint sounds of laughter in the background.

As Ayato shuffles with his phone, he quickly sets his phone up, leaning on the wall in order to properly catch what was occurring. After seeing it balance on the wall he turns back to the problem at hand.

“I REFUSE to kiss this ginger! I have standards!” Y/N declares.

From the camera’s recording, on the left was Ayato’s back and on the right was Yoimiya holding back laughter at her friends despair which so happened to be displayed to the camera between the gap of the two.

“C’mon Y/N~ it’s a dare! Besides Childe won’t mind, right Childe?” Ayato teased, looking towards the man next to the girl having a crisis on whether or not to listen to the dare.

“I’m not confirming nor denying that information,” he chuckled.

“What do you MEAN you’re not going to confirm nor deny that information?!” Y/N exclaimed, grabbing Childe by his collar to look at her in the eyes and shaking him back and forth.

“He means he wouldn’t mind making out with you,” Yoimiya whisper yelled through her hands in the direction of the two with a giggle.

Y/N then turns to the blond in shock, “Hold on! Making out and kissing are two different things! I’m not making out with this,” she turns to Childe and pauses, “Twink.”

“Twink?! Excuse you?!” he yelled horrified, face turning pink not only because of the close proximity between his crush and him, but because of the whirlwind of emotions he felt when being called a twink - causing Yoimiya to fall over with laughter while taking photos of the current scene revealing a stunned Ayaka and Thoma next to Y/N.

“You’re excused bitch!” Y/N turned back to face Childe, creating and intense stare-off between the two.

“Y’know, I don’t think Y/N doesn’t need to kiss Childe if she doesn’t want to; we can all just get a free pass,” Ayaka begins, immediately getting cut off by a loud string of gasps and yells as she looks towards her right she covers her mouth in shock trying to prevent any noise from escaping.

The kiss was gentle yet exhilarating - with watchful eyes around them, their loud cheering just became faint background noise in the distance.

Y/N’s eyes with squeezed shut, but soon relaxed as she slipped her hand into his.

Childe’s breath was swept away and gone in an instant. He had been so sure she would’ve followed through with Ayaka’s words but as it turned out she planned to go against her words the moment she spoke them. Well, not like he was complaining any ways.

Ayato hurriedly snatches his phone back up into his hands and points the camera towards the now kissing friends.

Moving 180°, Ayato pans the already landscape view so the whole room and all the participants is now in the frame - him included - pointing to the two opposite of him saying, “That was me. I’m the one who gave her that dare. You’re welcome.”

Immediately pulling away from Childe, Y/N turns her attention towards the blue haired man and yells, “Are you fucking filming us right now?! Give that shit to me right now you little fucking orphan-“

A/N: I’m including this into my 200 follower event since idk if n e one will request but if anyone else would like to, feel free! also I swear I write things much longer than this I jus didn’t know where else to go with this I’m sorry 😭

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 10 months

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hello!! i wanted to say that i really like the way you write! and, if possible, could i request headcanons of falling in love and flirting with childe? like the ones you wrote for kaeya 👉👈 have a nice day! <3

Hi!!!!!! Thank you so so much ♡♡♡ I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're my first ask ♡ I hope you have a wonderful day as well!!

So I know you asked for flirting headcannons but I just couldn't shake the idea that Childe would fall for his childhood companion. I hope you still like it ♡

When Childe Falls For You—Headcannons + Lil Fic!

Childe x Fem!reader. Hurt (for ONCE), comfort, and of course, FLUFF.

Content warnings: Childe is always his own warning but it’s really not as bad in this one. It’s sweet :> Possessiveness, slight obsession, mention of beating people up.

I made up the book title The Lost Princess so if it happens to be a real story whoopsie.

F/C is your favorite color :)

Childe is an extremely sentimental man. Every moment he’s in Liyue or away from home for a long time on a Fatui mission, all he thinks about is his family. Whether or not they are happy, worrying if they are taken care of well enough, missing their smiles and hugs and company.

The thing about Childe is, once you enter his heart, you never leave it. That’s why he’s extremely guarded—he can’t just let anyone into his heart because even if they hurt him, even if they betray him or break his heart or even kill him, he will always love them.

That’s why he saves this privilege for only his family.

Well, and you.

He could never forget you.

You were a childhood friend of Ajax, before he fell into the Abyss, before he joined the Fatui.

You used to be playmates—Childe was your next door neighbor growing up and your moms were close friends. So of course they encouraged their children of just around the same age to get along!

At first, you two were sworn enemies. You were only seven and Childe nine. When you first met, Childe found you annoying. He teased you for your excessive amount of plushies, your obsession with the color F/C, and your vehement insistence on marrying the main love interest from the book The Lost Princess. He found it stupid and distasteful that a princess was so infatuated with her bodyguard.

He thought your interests were lame and you thought he was a big ugly bully.

You would both groan when your moms dragged you to each other’s houses for their motherly tea parties, ushering you into the yard and leaving you to your own devices—their only instruction being, “Play!”.

You two would often beeline it for direct opposite sides of the yard. Childe would hit things with his wooden toy sword and you would play make believe with your plushies. One time, you left your plushies in the yard to go to the bathroom, and when you had returned, you found Childe hitting your big pink dragon plushie with his sword—cutting its soft tummy open. You cried so hard. You cried and cried and kept crying despite his attempts to shush you or make you feel better. You cried all the way home too after your mom had to end her tea time early because of the incident.

Childe felt so guilty. His mom didn’t even need to scold him. He just sat there in the yard sulking, head in his hands, for hours—until he finally stood up and broke his wooden sword over his knee.

The next day, he was at your house at 7:00 am, knocking on your door in his best Sunday clothes, a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers in one hand and a gift in the other. He nor his family had the money to buy you a new plushie, so he brought you the only one he owned himself—a medium-sized grey schnauzer that was about the size of his torso, stuffed under his arm.

You opened the door in your pajamas—he often fondly remembers the look of joyful surprise on your cute little face when you saw him. You immediately started crying again, sending him into a moment of panic, before hugging him and thanking him for the presents.

That was when he first felt it.

For the first time, love blossomed in his chest for another person. Other than the love he already held for his family.

This was the first time he voluntarily loved. The first time he felt so much care and tenderness for a person that didn’t share his blood.

That moment began his borderline obsession with you.

He became excessively protective and possessive of you. He walked you to and from school every day to make sure you always got to your destination safe. Even when he graduated out of elementary school and entered the boy’s academy in the opposite direction of your once-shared school, he still woke up early to walk you there and make sure you were safely inside before sprinting to his own school across town. He risked being late every day and often was—suffering the quite severe punishments of his professors, just so he could relax knowing you were safe in class. He beat all of your bullies to a pulp, even when you pulled at his arm and cried for him not to. He always admired your compassion for others—even when they were beyond undeserving of it. He also just couldn’t refrain from deterring the other young boys he saw admiring you or trying to confess their affections for you. He didn’t understand why they annoyed him so much or why he cared when they weren’t out to hurt you, but that didn’t prevent him from cornering them after their classes and threatening them to stay away from you.

Childe also became insanely sweet and compassionate towards you. He often asked your mom if you could come over to his house for dinner or if you could sleep over—not wanting a single free moment to pass where he was not with you. He played with your plushies with you, even if the stories you came up with were naive and embarrassing. He brought you any F/C thing he could find—ribbons and buttons and sachets and candies. He even read to you from your favorite book that caused literal bile to rise in his throat—recounting the story of your favorite male love interest over and over.

He even found himself beginning to mimic the actions and characteristics of the fictional man you fawned over. He practiced well-composed compliments in his mirror—using a thesaurus from the boy’s academy library in order to expand his vocabulary so he could be as eloquent as your favorite character. He started dressing nicer, taking baths more regularly and picking up archery so he could mimic the lost princess’ bodyguard by using his signature weapon.

Childe loved you with the deepest parts of himself. Through the years you grew up together, him graduating into a more specialized boy’s academy for young men with a proficiency in weaponry and you passing an extremely hard placement test and being admitted to an honors scholar academy, he continued his dedicated care of you. He still walked you to school every single day. You were still his favorite playmate even though your interests evolved and changed. He adapted to them. And you became more interested in his as well—attending all of his archery tournaments as his #1 cheerleader.

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Through the years that you two grew and changed, so did his love for you. He realized that you were…very pretty. Prettier than any other girl he’d ever seen. And now your touch felt…different. Whenever you reached to hold his hand for comfort, he’d flush from his chest to the tips of his ears. His heart would thunder out of his chest when you’d lie down on him to take an afternoon nap. And my Archons…your habit of kissing his cheek in praise was going to be the death of him. Every time, you’d cup his jaw so sweetly, then lean up to place your soft lips on the stiffly clenched muscle. You’d say things like “Thank you so much, Ajax.”, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”, “I can always count on you”. He had to use all of the energy in his body to keep himself from collapsing at your sweet voice singing his praises. It was all he craved now. Many young ladies tried to court him—confessing their feelings for him and asking him if he felt the same way. Even if they wore nice clothes, even if they had perfect noses or cheekbones or hair or eyes, his gaze was for you and you alone. He broke many hearts this way—never being able to explain to the poor ladies that he was already taken by a girl that didn’t know he loved her like that.

And he could never tell you. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if you rejected him and suddenly you didn’t look at him the same? If you refused to let him see you or protect you? He would rather die. So he kept his feelings hidden—tightly locked away in the depths of his heart and mind. A part of himself he would only visit when you weren’t around—when he was alone and his thoughts were quiet. Only then could he let himself ruminate on how he felt about you; his mind would replay the batting of your doe-eyes, how your voice jingled and blush was simply…perfect. He’d sigh and dream about kissing your pretty pink lips, hoping that when he did, you would throw your arms over his shoulders so that he could support your weight while you kissed him back. His chest aches at the thought of your romantic touch, of your loving gaze. He loved your face. He loved your mind. He loved you. And he wanted to be yours. Only yours. Forever.

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The academy you were admitted to as a young woman only accepted students who showed a natural brilliance in art, literature, math, science, and many other valuable areas of academia. You were always very gifted.

What Childe didn’t account for was how your gifts would someday take you away from him. In your pursuit of higher education, you accepted an offer to study abroad in the Akademiya of Sumeru when you turned sixteen. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity no one in your small Snezhnayan town could ever even dream of having. He knew he should be happy for you. He knew he should want you to follow your dreams of becoming a renowned scholar. But he just couldn’t make his heart accept it.

He tried to convince you to stay. He told you that he couldn’t let you go. Who would guard you in Sumeru? Who would keep you safe? But you insisted. He told you he needed you. You said he would be fine! You promised he would be fine. But he wouldn’t be. He knew for a fact if you left he would rot from the inside out. He would miss you too much—even if you swore to write to him every day, even if you would visit every Christmas, even if you missed him too.

He told you if you left he wouldn’t forgive you. That you would be nothing to him. That you could go and he would happily never see you again.

In the depths of night, when Childe is alone with his thoughts, his mind always wanders back to your broken-hearted expression that day. The tears that fell from your eyes mirroring those that he caused when you two were just children. Tears he swore he would never be responsible for again. But there they were.

There they were.

The next day, you were gone.

Before he could show up to your house with hand-picked wildflowers and his heart in his hands and an apology on his lips.

But you were gone.

And he was alone with arms overflowing with love for you and no you to give it to.

Childe knew how empty his life would be without you in it and he lived that nightmare every day since you left. From the age of nineteen to twenty to twenty one.

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He was now stationed in Liyue, living in an upscale apartment in the harbor. Archons knows he can afford it. Even after three years, you never left his mind. Yours was still the face he pictured every night, dreamed that he would wake up to in the morning, and sighed every time he opened his eyes, hand instinctively reaching out next to him for the first and only woman he loved just to catch a palm of empty sheets.

He still saw that face everywhere. In the caring nurses that treated his wounds at the Northland Bank after a particularly gruesome debt collection. In the sweet old woman who ran the toy shop in the harbor—the one with a proficiency for plushies that he could send home to his little brother. In the excessively pretty woman that bumped into his shoulder in passing on Main Street.

Wait

He turned around to catch the back of her head, a F/C ribbon holding up her fluffy hair.

He recognized that ribbon.

He tore through the crowd to reach you—mind blank and acting only on instinct.

You were right there.

The woman that owned his heart, that unknowingly carried it along with her everywhere, was right there.

Before he could stop himself, his hand clasped your shoulder a bit too desperately, pulling you towards him.

Your shocked gasp was all he needed to melt right there on the spot. Your gorgeous twinkling eyes didn’t help him keep his knees from buckling either.

You still were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Y/N…” he breathed, his awestruck freckled face and heaving chest registering in your eyes through the shock.

“…Ajax?” Your voice jingled like the most pure sleigh bell, just like he had remembered it. He was relieved his mind had kept the memory of the sound in such pristine condition.

His mind caught up to him in that moment, remembering the last thing he had said to you. His heart thundered out of his chest in fear—awaiting your inevitable shove or shout. Bracing himself for your rage or disgust or…indifference.

Your indifference would break him worst of all.

But it didn’t come.

“Ajax!” You sighed, immediately taking him into your arms and squeezing him—the love in your touch evident. “Did you get my letters? I was really worried about you…”

Letters? Worried about him?

He stared at you, perplexed and speechless. You really weren’t angry?

You took his cheek in your palm and leaned up to plant a kiss on it—effectively turning him tomato red, steam shooting out of his ears.

“L-letters?” was all he could stutter out.

You pulled back from his cheek, giving him a concerned look.

“You didn’t get them? I must’ve sent you a hundred! Did you change your address?”

He hadn’t been home since the day you left. Of course he wouldn’t have gotten any letters. He didn’t think there were any on their way to wait for.

He was still stuck in silence, trying to decipher whether or not this was a dream. If it was, he never wanted to wake.

Your concerned expression melted into a soft smile, “Let’s have dinner together tonight! I don’t have a lot of money, but you could come over and I can make you something!”

You toted the temporarily mute harbinger back to your apartment—much less nice than his. It was small but it felt expansive and welcoming, obviously from your aesthetic touch. Blankets and pillows and fairy lights and family photos adorned your space. Your bed was right across from your kitchen and right behind your couch. He found it charming how you could make such a humble place so filled with light and warmth. As you shuffled into the kitchen to whip him up dinner, he wandered around your home, soaking up every last drop of you that he could. He laughed at the underwear you left on the floor. He smiled at the adorable pictures of your family on your bedside table. His heart stopped as he saw the childhood photo of you two hanging next to your bed, as well as the well-loved schnauzer plushie resting under your blankets. His shaky hands touched the items. He would have cried if he could.

After all these years, after everything he said…did you really still love him?

He jumped at the sudden embrace around his torso, heart aching at the feeling of your cheek nuzzling his back.

“I missed you so much, Ajax.”

And just like that, all of those childhood emotions came flooding back tenfold—exemplifying the mere ghost of them he harbored for so many years. The feeling of needing you. The unshakable urge to guard and protect you. The feeling that you held his heart in your fist and he never desired for you to let it go.

You were, are, and always will be

his everything.

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BONUS: I know we've reached the natural conclusion to the fic but I couldn't just leave you hanging!!!

Childe is a total puppy dog for you.

Now that he's a touch starved seasoned solidier, he not only can't keep his hands off of you, but LIVES for your praise.

While you two eat dinner, he can't stop himself from reaching for your hand. You smile and interlace your fingers with his, and he holds it for the rest of the time you eat.

He still can't bring himself to confess to you for the same reasons as before. Now that he has you again, he can't risk you leaving for good if he ends up making you uncomfortable.

Luckily, he doesn't have to.

After his silence is cured by your kind company, you two catch up about what has happened in the last few years. He tells you about how he was relocated by his job from Snezhanaya to Liyue, though he neglects to tell you the true nature of the position. He feels guilty about it, but he didn't want to sully your reunion, so he is resolved to save it for another time. He won't keep it from you for too long, he knows that wouldn't be fair.

You tell him all about your studies and life at the Akademiya, as well as explaining that you decided to take a gap year to experience a life of independance and exploration.

As you talk about school, Childe can't help but dismally inquire as to if you had found a boyfriend in Sumeru.

"Of course not. I wanted you to be my boyfriend."

He actually did a spit take.

"WHAT?!?!?!?!"

In all honesty, Childe had inadvertently made it so literally no other man could have you. By treating you so well in all the time you had spent together growing up, he set your standards for a romantic partner insanely high. Only someone who loved you as much as he did could even dream of winning your heart.

That night, you both lay bare your feelings for one another. He tells you about how he's always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, that he has spent his entire life dedicated to you, and will happily spent the rest of it just the same.

Did I mention Childe literally has no filter when it comes to professing his love for you? Be prepared to hear paragraph upon paragraph of his loving musings every day for the rest of your life. Even though he needs to read from a thesaurus to make them even somewhat eloquent. You're just so precious to him. You're a dream. He can't help but shower you in affection and gratitude.

"I just love you so much, baby. I can't believe that you're mine. You're perfect. My perfect lady. So smart. So beautiful. I thought about you all day. I think about you all the time.", he goes on and on as he smooths his hands all over his favorite parts of you, kissing your shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

His style of flirting is insanely goofy considering how well you know him and how much intimate time you've spent together.

"Hey toots, looking mighty pretty sittin' over 'dere" is what literally every flirtatious remark by him sounds like to you.

So unserious. He's trying his best to woo you and you're laughing :(

Sad puppy dog face. Guess you've gotta kiss it better.

Childe can be really protective still. He doesn't want you going out at night alone and often insists on walking you to and from work. It warms your heart, but it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. He gets inconsolably upset if you're ever hurt; even if it's just a scrape from a bad fall, he will name a culprit and dispose of them swiftly. Not only that, but he can get pretty strict with you--the side of him that is two years your senior since childhood rearing its head. He's reluctant to let you do anything that could even remotely put you in danger. However, you have a golden ticket that works on him every time. Remember when I said he's an absolute FOOL for your praise? Yeah. Just smooth your hands up his chest and praise him for being your most handsome and loyal protector and he'll let you do anything or go anywhere you want. But he will worry about you the entire time.

Also I know I've mentioned how much he craves touching you, but it just gets even worse after you two officially get together. Don't expect to have any personal space whenever you're at home. He's hugging you from behind, face buried in your neck and basking in your scent as you fix dinner. Pulling you into his lap while you try to get some studying in, having no choice but to accept your new reading spot. If you really really require space for some ungodly reason, MUCH to Childe's dismay and pouting, he'll insist on at least being in the same room as you. Simply watching you and anxiously tapping his foot as you do what you need to do. Only at your soft "ok" once your task is finished does he pounce on you again.

You two are swift to move in together. I mean, you've already lived your whole lives together--you're both eager to get right back to normal! It's a breath of fresh air for both of you and you both sleep better at night for it.

When you two cuddle together in bed at night, your favorite position is big spoon Childe, little spoon you, and littler spoon schnauzer ♡

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