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writing-in-glitter-pen · 10 months

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How the Genshin Men See Their Wife

Hello again, loves! It’s been a while since I posted! I’ve just been really busy lol. But I am BACK baby with lots more ideas I want to explore!

Diluc, Kaeya, Childe x fem!reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance. I didn’t mean to make this post hurt but it’s just the boys I chose have such sad circumstances :( especially Childe, that one stings. The other two have a lot more comfort in them.

Synopsis: Having a wife means different things to every man. It’s all about what kind of partnership they see in it. Someone to carry half the weight or someone to be responsible for? Someone that changes them or someone that appreciates them for who they are? All are completely valid! So let’s explore what you, our favorite men’s wife, means to them.

Content warnings: Repressed emotions (Diluc). Feelings regarding trauma and imposter syndrome, physical strike on hand; non threatening, non malicious, does not cause harm or hurt (Kaeya). Depictions of blood and physical harm, responsibly for another person taken too far to the point of self detriment, borderline obsession, marital contention and deep-rooted problems, threat of leaving (Childe).

Diluc’s wife is his pride and joy. You are all he works for and all he wants to take care of. He’s always seen his management of the Ragindvr wine industry as his duty to his family name—a duty he was born with and suddenly had to shoulder alone after his father passed, leaving Diluc as the family head. Diluc found no joy in this labor, doing it solely for the sake of doing it—as he believed he had to. That he owed it to his father. But after he started loving you, once you had awoken his heart to the draw and vulnerability of being one with somebody, his sense of duty changed. For the first time in his life, he chose to be dutiful to something, to someone. His sense of duty to you was not inherited, but something he grew and tended to with his own hands. Your love is a garden he chose to start and maintain to full growth—continuing to prune and water and care for it well after it blossomed. Not out of a sense of obligation, but out of a sense of wonder—of accomplishment in how loving you changed him fundamentally. Of course Diluc sees your relationship as a partnership, but he doesn’t let you take on any burdens, even to his detriment. You do have to fight him to get him to let you take some of his emotional labor upon yourself—not wanting to leave him solely responsible for both you and himself. You need to poke and prod at him to get him to open up about his stresses, as he never wants to be a burden to you. He just wants to take care of you, never wanting himself to get in the way of that care—so you have to convince him to let you care for him in return. When it comes to financial responsibilty, you can have a job if you really want one, but otherwise, Diluc is more than happy to be a provider for both of you. It actually gives him a sense of fulfillment in his career if you let him be the breadwinner. For once, the duty he tirelessly served from the end of his late childhood into all of his adulthood finally has a physical purpose. If the money he brings home goes to your care, it is money well spent! Overall, caring for you creates a sense of home and comfort in Diluc; tending to you is beyond fulfilling, and he works while looking forward to returning to you with the fruits of his labor at the end of every day.

Kaeya sees his wife as his cornerstone, the rock upon which he can build a better self. You support him in ways he’s never felt he deserved, he never thought was possible for him. Kaeya was never able to rely on anyone to advise him or understand his complications. With such a big secret on his hands at such a young age, one he could not even trust his adoptive father with, one his adoptive brother rejected him for, he had always felt like he was treading water alone in a wild ocean—no lifeboats in sight. Your love took him by surprise. He was unable to accept it at first, pushing you away and holding you at arms length, even after you had started dating. Every time you inquired further about his feelings, asked him if you could see the parts of himself he hid, he dismissed you. Sometimes harshly. The first time you had asked to see what was under his eyepatch, holding his face in your hands with a look of love in your eyes, gently slipping the thumb holding his right cheek under the piece of fabric, he smacked your hand away. You fought, then separated for the day, and he thought he had lost you forever. His past once again holding him back from his future. But you came back the next day, embracing him once again with open arms like you always have, like you continued to do until he felt safe enough to let you see more of him. He was scared to open himself fully to you, terrified of your rejection, but as you dug and clawed away at the skin and bones shielding his heart, the horror he braced for never came. You poured warmth and love into him, melting the once-permanent icicles piercing his heart and washing him with relief. Someone loved him—for every beautiful and ugly part of him. His wife is the one person he feels he can always rely on. He will never feel alone in the world again, like his problems are solely his to face, because you will always be there.

Childe, much like Diluc, is a provider. But he, unfortunately, takes providing to an unhealthy level. Childe’s line of work is gruesome, but he bares his grim position in stride, knowing that in torturing himself, he is keeping those he loves safe and fed. You especially. His little wife is everything to him. He doesn’t know what he would do without you to come home to every night. To catch him in a warm embrace when he stumbles through the front door. He has no idea how he could sleep without you in his bed. How he had ever slept without you before. Maybe he never slept. You are just such a beautiful thing, he needs to make the world safe for you—so nothing can bring you harm. So you can keep smiling and brightening the world with your presence. His dedication to providing for you actually…harms your relationship. Watching your husband put himself through the ringer in your name is horrifying. Him coming home bloodied and beat at the end of every day is a constant source of contention and stress between you two. You’re worried about him, constantly grieving for him, and he’s indignant that you can’t be. That you need to be happy. He’s doing this for you! He can’t and won’t understand that him, your husband, working himself to death isn’t what you want. Isn’t what a marriage should be. You love him, he loves you…but you can’t go on like this. If the way he sees you as his wife doesn’t change, you can’t be his wife anymore. Though…it’s not like he’ll let you leave him. Not for his sake, but for yours. He can’t risk the world bringing you harm in his absence; fundamentally needing to stand in front of you and take every blow himself. So he’ll do what he can to convince you to stay, to adapt and change in a way that will remedy your relationship. He never wanted his partnership with you to be to your detriment. So he’ll put the work in to change it.

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vynpng · 6 months

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♡ - whore

[sub childe x dom amab reader]

n | blood as lube (?) (it's mentioned like once) , rough sex, degradation, inflation kink, tummy bulge, whore childe (what's new 🥱), excessive (?) swearing, no condom used. mean reader 😈

read under cut !!

"m sorry! p-please, augh- I'm sorry!~"

Desperate sobs fell from Childe- who was currently under you, being pounded into at an inhumane pace, your cock so big he swore he could feel it in his stomach.

Despite all his pleading and begging, ultimately it fell upon deaf ears. Grabbing the ginger hair, you pulled harshly, as another sob escaped him.

"Shut up. You're not fucking sorry, you asked for this. Asked to be fucked from behind like a stupid whore."

Did he think you witnessing him flirting with fatui agents was going to go unpunished? It was probably his plan all along- to be utterly and entirely broken by you.

A delirious grin broke out across Childe's face- he loved when you fucked him with such fury, such jealously that there was no way he'd be able to walk for a week straight.

"Well? Don't ignore me now, tell me d-does it feel good, huh?"

A question you knew he was in no state to answer, not when his arms trembled as he attempted to keep himself upright, drawn out moans spewing from his lips.

Fuck.

It shouldn't even be humanely possible that you filled him up so well, that your cock was so big it caused a bulge in his stomach.

The primal urge to completely destroy him spurred you on, his begging sounding something akin to a prayer- a prayer you would never tire from hearing.

A garbled sound escaped from the man below you- something between a sob and a moan, as your palms pressed against his stomach as you ripped another orgasm out of him.

"Can you feel me?"

Drool dripped out of his mouth, adding to the mess that was already on the marbled floor- a mix of his blood and cum from the both of you.

Grabbing a handful of the ginger hair, bringing his ear to your mouth, you growled-

"I said, can you feel me, hm?"

As if to make your point, you pressed against the bulge even more harshly- eliciting a mewl from the ginger, as cum dripped out of his plump ass, red from the amount of times you had spanked it.

"So fuckin' nasty you are, making such a mess."

A broken laugh escaped Childe, quickly cut off as you thrusted into him again, a choked sob escaping him, tears staining his flushed face.

"Mmh, c-can feel you....feel, hah, you feel really good. F-fucking me like you hate me.."

The wet squelch of you fucking like animals in heat only seemed to turn Childe more even more, if his mantra of "m cumming! c-cumming!!" was anything to go by.

"Like? I do fucking hate you, stupid slut."

Sharply gasping, Childe's arms finally gave up on him as clear liquid sprayed out of his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he collapsed to the floor, twitching as if electrocuted, as his senses were overcome with pleasure.

Staring down at the man your dick was lodged inside having possibly the biggest orgasm of his life due to you saying you hated him, there was only one thing you could say.

"Fuckin' manwhore."

#this lowk sucks mb #genshin smut #sub childe #childe x male reader #genshin x male reader #vyn.writes #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x male reader #ajax tartaglia #ajax smut #ajax x male reader #dom reader

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khujoor · 7 months

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NEW & EDITED. SAY YOU'RE MINE. / CHAPTERS 1-2

wc: 2.7k+

whole plot synopsis: a loveless marriage slowly gains some unwanted feelings in the middle.

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"I hope you can understand my current commitment," Childe stated calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. He settled into his seat with an air of confidence that seemed to assert his authority over the place. With little interest in indulging in idle conversation, he added, "For all I care, you may have another romantic interest, but kindly refrain from interfering in my affairs."

His nonchalant words irked you, but you recognized that he meant no harm. "I understand," you curtly replied. "Perhaps we should limit our interactions to work-related matters? It would be wise to exercise caution, given the media's tendency to scrutinize any associations."

Just as your phone rang, you hastily excused yourself and exited the room, leaving Childe to ponder his thoughts. Despite knowing each other for a while, you'd never truly engaged in conversation. You had always seemed distant, exuding an air of superiority that both intrigued and intimidated him.

However, Childe's mind soon drifted to Lumine, his true love. She possessed all the qualities he desired in a partner – strength, intelligence, and striking beauty. Unlike others, she harbored no interest in his wealth or status; she simply wanted him. She was perfection.

Amidst his contemplation, Childe realized he knew very little about you. While your demeanor had always impressed him, he couldn't claim to know much beyond that. Since childhood, he had never made an effort to engage with you, assuming you'd dismiss him.

"My apologies, shall we continue?" You softly smiled, taking your seat across from him. "We'll need to convey deep affection for each other, even if we don't genuinely feel it. Those close to us may be aware of our situation, but the public shouldn't be."

Growing restless, Childe absentmindedly swirled his coffee cup. Pretending to be in love was uncomfortable for him, but he understood the necessity to safeguard both your reputations. He couldn't afford more negative publicity, especially with upcoming business deals.

"I understand," Childe reluctantly agreed, meeting your gaze with a hint of reluctance. "I'll do what's required, though it's not something I'm at ease with or particularly fond of."

You nodded, your eyes locking in mutual understanding. Both of you knew the task at hand, even if it wasn't your preferred course of action.

Neither of you desired this marriage. While Childe longed to marry Lumine, the choice of you over her puzzled him. Why were you considered the ideal partner, and not her?

"The engagement announcement party is tonight, so I trust you'll know how to play your part," you stated as you rose from your seat, heading towards your office.

The engagement announcement party loomed on the horizon, a grand event that would alter both your lives significantly. As you left your conversation with Childe and headed toward your office, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled within you. The weight of your impending engagement hung heavy on your shoulders, and you knew that the party would only intensify the scrutiny and expectations.

As the evening approached, you donned a stunning gown that had been specially selected for the occasion. The dress was exquisite, fitting the role of the radiant bride-to-be perfectly. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and it was as if you were seeing a stranger. The reflection staring back at you was the embodiment of the role you were about to play, a role that had been thrust upon you without your consent.

With a heavy heart, you descended the grand staircase of your family's mansion, where the party was set to take place. The ballroom was adorned with opulent decorations, a testament to your family's status and wealth. Guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and sipped on champagne, awaiting the grand announcement.

You spotted Childe across the room, resplendent in a tailored suit, and you couldn't help but admire the composure he maintained despite the brewing storm of emotions within both of you. As you approached him, he turned to acknowledge your presence with a polite smile.

The elegant ballroom buzzed with anticipation as the company dinner began. You stood by your father's side, your heart fluttering with nervousness. You knew what was about to unfold, and it filled you with unease. Your father, a prominent figure in the business world, had a habit of making significant announcements at these events, and tonight was no exception.

As the guests chatted and savored their meals, your father cleared his throat, commanding the room's attention. He wore a warm smile, seemingly proud of the announcement he was about to make.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I have some wonderful news to share with all of you tonight." The room fell into an expectant hush. "My daughter, Y/N, has found a partner who perfectly complements her."

A soft gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to you, "And it is with great pleasure that I announce her engagement to the esteemed Childe Tartaglia," your father continued, gesturing toward Childe, who sat at a nearby table, wearing an impassive expression.

Surprised murmurs filled the room. Childe, known for his daring business ventures and adventurous spirit, wasn't the conventional choice for someone as poised and reserved as you. Attendees exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of how to react to this unexpected revelation.

Your best friend, seated at the same table, leaned closer and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Y/N?"

You mustered a small smile. "I... I'm still figuring it out myself," you replied, not entirely dishonest.

As people discussed the engagement among themselves, some raised eyebrows, expressing doubts about the compatibility of the couple. Others found the idea of such an unexpected union intriguing.

Childe, however, remained composed, sipping his wine as if the attention didn't faze him. But those who knew him well detected a trace of unease in his eyes.

Amidst the ongoing chatter, your father raised his glass, prompting everyone to follow suit. "To the happiness of my daughter and Childe, may their love and partnership thrive in the years to come!"

The toast received polite applause, but uncertainty lingered in the air. Your mind was filled with conflicting emotions.

Throughout the evening, you put on a brave face, engaging in small talk with the guests. But your thoughts were consumed by doubts and questions about your future.

As the night drew to a close, Childe approached you with a gentle smile. "You've handled tonight admirably," he remarked, seemingly unperturbed by the skepticism around you.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. You noticed him glancing at his watch, a worried expression crossing his face. "Is something wrong?"

"I have to leave," Childe said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Despite his wealth and status, Childe didn't appear entirely content with his life. And neither did you, for that matter. But for now, you had to put on a brave face and navigate the situation.

"I understand. Take care, Childe," you said, watching him disappear into the crowd. As he departed, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for both of you. Could you ever genuinely find happiness together, or was this all a facade for the sake of reputation and business interests?

Only time would reveal the truth. For now, you had a role to play, and you intended to play it well. Straightening your posture, you put on your most charming smile, bidding the departing guests farewell. It would be a long night, but you were determined to see it through.

As the guests gradually departed, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The night had been tiresome, but you had managed to maintain appearances. All you wanted was to go home and unwind.

As you headed towards the exit, a hand grasped your arm. Turning around, you saw your father, his expression filled with conflict.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered, barely audible. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's necessary. For the sake of our families."

You gazed into his eyes, searching for sincerity. He appeared genuine, but his words deepened your unease. "I understand, Father," you replied softly. "But I can't help but feel that this isn't what I want. I don't want to be forced into a marriage for the sake of business and reputation."

He sighed, his expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I wish there were another way, but we must consider the bigger picture. Our families have much at stake, and we can't let it all crumble."

You nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation. But that still didn't change the fact that you were being thrust into a marriage with someone you barely knew, let alone loved. It felt like a recipe for disaster.

"I'll do my best to make it work," you said, your voice tinged with resignation. "But I can't make any promises."

Your father reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N. But I have faith in you. You're a strong and capable woman. Who knows? Perhaps love will blossom between you two."

You forced a small smile and nodded, even though the idea seemed implausible. Love was an emotion that couldn't be forced or manufactured. It either existed or it didn't.

Furthermore, you couldn't help but wonder about Childe's feelings in all of this. What were his thoughts on this arrangement? Did he have someone else he loved, just as you did?

As you both parted ways, your father with a heavy heart and you with a sense of impending uncertainty, you couldn't help but reflect on the path that had led you here.

chapter two.

"Play with me!" You pleaded, tugging at the ginger's arm with all the earnestness a child could muster, while your light brown teddy bear dangled from your other hand.

"Get away from me!" Childe grumbled, his frustration evident as he struggled to free his sleeve from your relentless grip.

"What's the matter?" Someone inquired, approaching the two of you. It might have been a butler from Childe's family; their voice exuded a calm, soothing contrast to the high-pitched cacophony that surrounded you both.

"They won't leave me alone!" Childe lamented, half-dragging you along with him towards the newcomer.

Childe sighed as he gazed at the plain wall ahead, wondering if your clinginess had subsided at all. You had only met once before, yet you clung to him desperately, as though afraid of being left alone.

You had always struggled with attachment issues. Your mother had abandoned you at a young age, promising to return but never fulfilling that pledge.

But Childe was unaware of your past.

"Childe," you spoke, pulling him back from his reverie. "You have to tell me if this looks good."

You both clearly lacked any affection for one another, yet you were engaged. But wasn't love something reserved for those who chose to marry? Whatever you had with Childe seemed destined to be devoid of love.

He glanced at you, unable to deny that the dress suited you perfectly.

"It's fine."

"You have to be more specific," you muttered, your frustration evident. "You need to pick a suit that complements my dress, so your opinion matters too."

You had grown up with the maids in your home regaling you with stories of weddings. You had envisioned your own day with sparkling eyes, eager to marry, to be surrounded by friends, to wear a dress that would hold cherished memories for years and potentially be passed down to your future children.

Yet, this dress held no such significance for you.

It would only serve as a reminder of the day you married him.

Perhaps Childe felt similarly? You had no way of knowing.

"It looks fine; just choose what suits you."

As the tension between you and Childe continued to mount, a employee approached, concern etched on their face. "Is everything all right, you two? Weddings should be joyful occasions."

You exchanged a quick glance with Childe before replying, "Everything's just fine, thank you. Just a minor disagreement about wedding attire."

Childe nodded in agreement, and while the engagement had been anything but a fairy tale, both of you knew that putting on a facade of happiness was the only way to appear as if you cared.

"Whatever," you sighed, feeling a hint of frustration. You gently pressed your finger against your temple to ease the growing headache. "It seems like I misjudged your ability to help me choose a suitable dress. Have you made a decision about your suit yet or are you still undecided?"

Childe glanced up from his phone, choosing his words carefully. He took a few steps forward and studied you closely. "(Y/N), are you undressing in front of me right now?" he asked hesitantly, disgust creeping into his voice.

"Oh, please," you scoffed lightly, shaking your head. "I have more self-respect than that; I would never do something so demeaning just for someone else's sake, especially not for you." You gracefully slipped out of the dress, revealing a nude-colored leotard underneath. Carefully, you placed the dress aside and began walking around the room.

Childe followed your movements with his gaze, his eyes studying every part of your body. You couldn't help but notice his indiscreet perusal and inwardly smirked at his sudden change in demeanor, from dismissive to almost predatory. Perhaps it would be wise to keep your distance from Childe after this encounter.

"You can find your suit across the street. They're known for their quality," you said, matter-of-factly.

"Are you sending me off alone?" he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

"Of course I am. Clearly, you have no interest. Maybe you'll find a new companion for yourself," you replied nonchalantly.

Childe raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "And what makes you think I'm interested in companions?" he asked, stepping closer to you. His presence sent a shiver down your spine, partly from the chilly air conditioning and partly from the sudden proximity.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his. "Oh, I don't know," you said slowly, tracing a finger down his chest. "Perhaps because you already have feelings for someone who isn't the woman you're going to marry?" You whispered in his ear, curious to elicit a reaction.

Childe's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a sly grin. "Oh, so you've been paying attention to me, have you?" he teased, his hands resting on your hips as he drew you closer.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "You mentioned it when we first met that day," you reminded him.

"Hmm?" he hummed playfully.

"You seemed uninterested in me at the time," you said, recalling the memory.

"I did, didn't I?" he agreed with a playful grin.

Childe's breath hitched, his eyes narrowing slightly. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. "And what makes you think I love anyone?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Don't underestimate me," you replied, your own voice lowering to a sultry tone. "I can see it in your eyes, the way you speak about her. It's obvious."

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, you're quite perceptive, aren't you?" he murmured. "But who's to say I can't love more than one person?"

"I am a powerful woman, Childe. I can easily discover who this woman is and reach out to her as soon as I do," you spoke with a hint of determination, as if holding a dagger to his throat.

"And if she doesn't believe you?" he questioned.

"Fine," you paused, taking a deep breath. "She might not believe me, she might even think I'm jealous. But I always get what I want, Childe."

You didn't care about Childe's opinion of you. Whether he saw you as a spoiled brat or an attention seeker was inconsequential.

"Alright," he responded calmly, creating some space between the two of you. "I'll go."

"Great," you said, maintaining your composed demeanor.

You sighed out of relief as you watched him walk away, thankful he was finally gone.

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sapphireicecream · 6 months

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Hoping when we see the rest of her design officially, it’ll be able to make her more unique feeling lol

Here’s what I could do with what we’ve seen so far of her though 🌌🐋

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tinikois · 1 year

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Funny little guys I sped ran to make stickers for a con LMAO

#genshin impact #tartaglia #childe #ajax tartaglia #zhongli #venti #scaramouche #tinink

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chilumitos · 8 months

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icon art hhaeyeun give the credits. 🍞🦴🍊

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bboricha · 1 year

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playing hooky!

✦ +18 ONLY, MDNI🚫 ✦ pairing: childe x afab!reader ✦ cw: not proofread, very short, it's sex, childe is pussy drunk, lmk if i missed any!

"tar... taglia...!" you groan out, the sound of your pussy squelching as childe plunges into you deafens your ears. he holds you close to his own body, his face buried in the nook of your neck as he ignores your pleas to stop so that you both could get back to the harbinger meeting.

"we need," you moan, "to get back..." you push at his shoulder slightly so that you could at least see his face and make sure that he's listening.

and he's clearly not.

his face is flushed with sweat decorating his features, drunk off the way your pussy grips him like a vice.

"tartaglia—fuck—are you listening?!" you push at his shoulder more firmly, forcing him to still his hips, but to no avail. he grabs both you arms and pins them behind your back and continues thrusting into you.

"just stay still and pretty for me to fuck." he grunts, his pace faster than ever.

"but the meet—"

"shut up. the only thing i wanna hear coming from your mouth is my name and moans."

✦ an: i've been so preoccupied with omori that i haven't had the time to write, whoops✨

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 9 months

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hi !! i reread your works so many times ! i especially love the TWST dorm leaders with the reader who stops giving them gifts. could i request the same idea with genshin bois? i'd like to see itto, kaeya, diluc, childe, and zhongli, as well as any others if you have an idea! no pressure ofc, and have a good (insert timezone relative term)

-🐮

It’s been a while since I wrote for genshin so I hope they aren’t too ooc lol

Itto, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli + reader that stops giving gifts

Arataki Itto

Itto loved all of the little knickknacks and trinkets you gave him. He treated all of them like they were made of diamonds even if they were just shiny rocks or other simple items.

At first, he didn’t notice that you had slowed down on the gift-giving; nothing against you, he just isn’t someone to pay too much attention to time. He does notice, however, the lack of your presence during the day.

Itto starts getting worried after a while. He looked forward to seeing your gifts but now he was hardly seeing you at all! His heart couldn’t take it anymore and he came up to you and asked if he had done something wrong.

He looked at you with such big eyes, poor thing looked like a pouting puppy. When you explained that you thought he was starting to get tired of the gifts, he couldn’t be more confused. He loved them!

“Hey, hey, who said that? I love each and every little token you give me! Don’t you ever keep me from seeing you for this long either!”

Kaeya Alberich

Kaeya finds your gifts adorable and he makes sure to tell you when you give them to him. He even has a couple in his pocket when he walks around Mondstadt.

He gets a little disappointed when you stop giving them as much but he figured you were getting busy as of late. Archons know he’s got a lot on his plate himself.

But it had been several days since he had seen you last, and he was worried he frightened you away. So when he bumped into you again, he made sure to let you know he was starting to miss you.

As you explained that you thought he was growing tired of you, he was quick to correct your statement. He’d never admit it, but he was hurt that you thought he would ever feel that way about you.

“What? Oh no, I could never get tired of seeing that face of yours. Come now, there’s no need for the long face anymore. How about we stroll around town for a minute or two?”

Diluc Ragnvindr

Diluc is used to getting a bunch of gifts from people that find him attractive or want to earn his favor for one reason or another. Normally he pays no mind and just declines them, except with you.

Obviously, he’s not the kind of guy to go jumping for joy when he gets those gifts; but the fact that he accepts them at all is telling of how much he cares. He gives you a small, but still genuine, smile every time you give him something.

When you stop handing them, he takes notice but doesn’t mention it for a while. It’s only when you stop showing up at Angel’s Share that he questions you about your actions.

He waits until most of the guests had left before questioning you. Diluc didn’t want to completely scare you away.

“Y/N? Do you have a moment? Have I caused you to distance yourself from me? I’ve… started to miss your company.”

Childe

Childe really does like the gifts you hand over to him from time to time. It reminds him of when he did similar things for his family, giving them trinkets and the like.

Chide’s a busy guy, so he doesn’t get to see you as often as either of you would like. That’s why he makes sure to save some time to see you whenever he’s in the area. He’s always excited to see what you might have for him this time.

But suddenly, you stop showing up in the usual spots. Nobody in the town gives him much of an answer when he asks about your whereabouts either. He was starting to get worried when he quite literally bumped into you.

Feeling a mix of surprise and relief, he started asking you about how you’ve been. When you tell him you thought he got tired of you, he was very quick to tell you that wasn’t the case.

“What do you mean by that? Course I wouldn’t get tired of you. You’ve never given me a reason to hate you. Unless you did something that I didn’t know of? Kidding! I’m just messing with you.”

Zhongli

Zhongli isn’t used to getting gifts at random. Working at the funeral parlor hardly has him meeting with people giving him small tokens of gratitude.

Which is why he finds you especially endearing. You really have no reason to be showing up to the parlor as often as you do, and you always had something new to give to him. Sometimes it was a new pastry and others could be jewelry that reminded you of him.

He always accepted your gifts and looked forward to the next. Which became a rare occurrence after a while, and he couldn’t figure out why.

The next time you came by, he was quick to ask you. He was worried that he had offended you in some way, and calmed down slightly when he found it to just be a misunderstanding on both parts.

“Oh? I could never grow tired of you, the days here go by so slowly without your presence. Please keep coming by, I don’t know what I’d do in your absence.”

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I’ve always been there for you. part.I

Childe ( Tartaglia) x Fem Reader !smut¡

Warning : Smut 18+ MDNI; Childe Dom! ; unprotected and rude sex; dirty talk; threats; slaps; spit; bites; hickeys; punishments; blood; power play; teasing; choking, jealousy and possessiveness; pseudo-toxic relationship; violent foreplay; BDSM.

Reader with Cryo vision.

Synopsis : You are the only daughter of the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, heir to the throne and general of the nation. The diamond of that place characterized by the eternal winter, loved by the people and adored for the angelic but fierce facade that you show. The only person with whom this mask fell is your secret lover, the one who manages to make you forget your duties with a touch and takes you to heaven whenever you end up in bed together. Your relationship was reserved for the bedroom, although you liked to tease him in public, as the 11th Harbinger was also your personal guard.

Everything was great and perfect... until one day your game was pushed too far, breaking the thin thread that gave you so much stability. Appearances were deceiving, and everything you thought you had under control suddenly hit you, dropping that house of cards you built for fun.

Length : 3.5k+

Notes: In the story there will be some slightly violent or excessively harsh parts from the reader or Childe himself, read the warnings to better understand what it is. It’s a mini series, I hope you like it.

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The icy wind of Snezhnaya hit your still too sensitive skin after coming out of the warm bed sheets, causing you chills and goosebumps. Your gaze fell on the messy hair of the boy across the bed, failing to see his face completely because of the rebellious strands that hid him; His bare shoulders out of the blankets, showing much of his back, not reacting at all to the winter cold of the capital.

You stretched towards him, passing your hand over his soft skin, stroking with your fingertips some scratches left by you the night before, observing how he shuddered at that attention from you. That back, like his whole body, was your favorite canvas to paint with hickeys, bites and scratches, framed by some battle scars who aged with time.

You couldn’t say you didn’t appreciate your guardian, after all he was a passionate and devoted lover, and it was he who took your virginity, making you completely obsessed with him, even if you didn’t admit it so easily. Not that your jealousy toward him didn’t scream how crazy and possessive you was toward him.

No one could know what was between you two, it would be too inconvenient for the princess of Snezhnaya to attend her own guardian, even if only sexually. A Harbinger was clearly a respected authority but was supposed to serve the Tsaritsa and her family, not fuck the princess of the nation.

You followed his column, slipping your hand, making the boy growl under you. Childe woke up slowly, enjoying your gentle touch on his skin, hoping to stay a little longer in that corner of paradise you had created as a loophole from public duties.

< Good morning, my Harbinger. Did you sleep well? > You asked once you heard that the red-haired guy had woken up, leaving a gentle kiss on his neck, approaching his face turned sideways.

< My princess, how could I sleep badly if I have you by my side? > He answered by turning towards you, then quickly locking you under him, putting his hands on the sides of your shoulders. You passed one hand over his bare chest and the other over his face, caressing him gently.

< You’re always so flattering, Ajax. > You said smiling, and then receive a kiss from the boy above you, who soon became wet and needy, as if the two of you hadn’t kissed each other until your lips were consumed just the night before.

The kiss was interrupted by the "knock-Knock" produced by your closed door, accompanied by a voice. < Your Highness, it's bath time... are you... are you awake? > she asked in a trembling and low tone, but always remaining delicate.

You raised your eyes to the sky, mentally vowing to have your caregiver cut off her tongue. Childe smiled knowing what you were thinking, breaking away from the kiss and then moving away from you.

< Your Highness, is rude not to answer the servants > he whispered on your ear, causing you a sigh of dissent.

< Come back in a few minutes, 15 minutes will be fine. I need to be alone for a while. > You said in a tone obviously annoyed and maybe slightly acid.

< But Your Majesty the Tsaritsa told me... > She continued obviously uncertain about the business.

< Your princess commands you. My mother will not disagree about a bathroom postponed for a few minutes, don't dare to bore me further. > Your voice now hard and sharp had made sure that the servant left apologizing.

The guy next to you looked at you and then laughed and bit his lip, holding a hand on his face and then in his hair. < Do you want to hunt me, your Highness? > He said blatantly provoking you, not that you were sorry, you liked the way Childe took these small liberties in private.

< Hmm... I don’t know, do you have something to offer me in such a way as not to bore me? > You said turning to him and taking him by the face with one hand.

< All that your highness desires > He answered the mischievous tone, knowing where you were going. < Sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re so bossy > he caressed your naked side and squeezed it slightly, admiring the little marks he had left you the night before.

< Oh, I think you know very well what I want. > Your gaze was mischievous, clearly suggesting to the boy your desires.

< My princess, fifteen minutes wouldn't be enough to ensure that you enjoy properly. I thought you understood after all those nights. > He answered taking you by the hips, carrying you above him, admiring your naked body and exposed to him. He would never get tired of seeing you like that.

You snorted at yourself from the bed, taking away your sheets and covering yourself with it, knowing that it was an obvious wrong to your lover.

< I’m your princess! I can have what I want whenever I want and as much as I like. > Your dramatic voice rang out in the room as you wandered around the room not to give him the pleasure of touching you again.

< Y/n, you’re not just my princess, don’t play these games with me, you know I like to strip you of your titles. Also, in the bedroom, I’m in charge and.... Look, we’re in the bedroom. Come here before the maid returns and forces me to flee like a thief. > he responded in tone, knowing perfectly well that your titles in that chamber were completely cancelled.

You approached him daubed, then you were greeted by his warm arms, resting your face on his chest. He began to kiss your head, caressing your body, causing you chills along your back.

Will you be at the meeting with the Harbingers today? Her Majesty is going to force you to participate if you refuse to be present again > He said by clutching you to his chest, hoping to persuade you to leave again.

< Her Majesty, Her Majesty and Her Majesty... blah, blah, blah, blah, she is always spoken of as the center of the universe. I’m not going to go along with her wishes like anyone else > You responded acidly, sinking into his warm embrace.

< My angel, don't do so... is still an archon and is our Tsarina, it's obvious that everything revolves around her in Snezhnaya. You should really participate out of respect for your people and your servants Harbingers > continued, stroking your hair.

< I don’t care about the other Harbingers, I already have you... what more can I want? > You said lifting your face and kissing his jaw. < I really don’t want to hear my mother’s plans to "bring peace to Teyvat". They are hers battles, not mine > You answered by mumbling between one kiss and another, touching the boy’s chest. < Don’t insist... Why don’t you skip this meeting and hang out with me? I know it bores you too > You continued, leaving a few bites and making pant the man under you.

He had to detach you so as not to give in to the temptation to really stay with you, it wasn't like him to disobey the Tsarina’s orders. He was loyal to her and deified her as the goddess she was, not that it prevented him from giving in to lust with you and letting go.

< Mh... y/n, one day you’ll take your mother’s place and you’ll understand... You are close to the throne, you should really think about participating, if not for your majesty, do it for me > He said as he got out of bed and dressed, knowing that the longer he was with you, the more he would be carried away by your rebellious spirit.

< Come back here, come on! It sucks when you’re so devoted to my mother, phew. > You snorted and dropped on the mattress, watching the guy putting his clothes back on. < How can I be here if I see you sexy in your Harbinger uniform? I wouldn’t stay focused and just think about the ways you fucked me last night. It’s frustrating for me, Ajax. Don’t do this to me > You grumbled with your hands on your face, making the guy who took you from the foot laugh and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, then get you up slightly and kiss your lips.

< Not that I find you unattractive and sexy dressed as a general. If you showed up being a good girl, I could think of rewarding your good behavior > He said on your lips, and then pull away and approach the door before being stopped by yet another "knock-knock".

< Punctual as death. Perhaps it's better to get out of the balcony, I hope to see you at the meeting, my princess. > He whispered kissing the palm of your hand, then went out on the balcony and disappeared completely in the light fog of the capital.

You bit your lip with a smile, maybe he really convinced you to play your mom’s stupid power play. You covered yourself again and told the maid to come in, then follow her to the royal baths and let her wash you with the other women.

< Anya, no daily clothes today. I’ll wear the uniform of the nation’s general. > You said smiling at your most trusted servant, surprising her for the first time.

You had never directly asked to wear your uniform, except in military events that required your presence. The girl nodded and notified her subordinates to start cleaning and fixing your uniform.

Hours later you were ready for your entrance into the great hall built to house the Harbingers in the royal house. You had never heard that room of yours, it was yet another thing existing because of your mother, not that you hated her, she just always stood up, watching you and criticizing you in silence.

You waited to be announced before you entered the room, out of respect for the people who gave themselves every day to keep the nation safe.

Once inside, you found all the Harbingers standing solemnly bent over you, while remaining around the rectangular table. You could tell from their looks that they were amazed to see you come in, after all, it was a long time since you had actively attended meetings like this.

You could feel your mother’s sharp, burning look on your body, you knew she was surprised but you didn’t know if she was positive or negative, after all this time it wasn’t her who extended the invitation.

You took your seat at the head of the table, parallel to the Tsaritsa’s raised throne. That seat was usually reserved for the Fatui's leader, but it had to be ceded in the event of the presence of the General of State, namely you, as well as the princess of the nation and future Tsarina of Snezhnaya.

< I hope I’m not late, I know Her Majesty the Tsaritsa loves punctuality and it would be rude toall of you to arrive late. > You said and then nodded your hand to allow them to sit down again, sitting down after you gave the Tsarina a sharp look.

< Not at all, Your Highness. We're honored by your presence. > Pierro’s strong but servile voice broke the silence that was being created in the room, always with a calm tone as usual. You gave a gentle smile to Leader of Fatui, then crossed your legs and looked at some documents left on the table.

< So, what were we talking about? > You said looking up at the man waiting to be made aware of the various plans and events. Your tone was firm and professional, really interested in political dynamics, participating in the various debates and moves to be made to help the Tsarina get the gnosis and counter the power of Celestia.

The only thing wrong was to literally have your lover by your side, unfortunately or fortunately, the place assigned to Childe was exactly the one by your side and it was ironic how you could forget about it. Not that you were sorry, you had the opportunity to take a little risk, put a shiver in your hidden relationship.

You knew it was risky for both of you to look more intimate than you should, but who would have noticed your foot climbing on his leg? after all, the table concealed perfectly your hidden games, to betray you could only be poor control over your body or in the reactions of the face.

Ajax’s eyes were looking at you, as if to ask you what you were doing or why you were doing it; he didn’t mind, no, you would have noticed if you were invading his space and comfort zones, he liked it when you played like this, but maybe there was concern in his eyes. On the other hand, it was one thing to be discovered by a citizen or a servant, history changed if it was the highest authority of the nation to discover you two.

It was difficult, indeed, impossible not to drop the eye on the boy’s gloved hands, on the tight shirt or on the scarf that you yourself had given him; not to mention his posture so elegant but at the same time they made him seem annoyed or disinterested in conversation; the face in a perennial poker face, as if you were not touching his dick right at that moment.

You continued to play on his leg while discussing ways to retrieve the electro gnosis, possessed by the Raiden of Inazuma, famous for being ruthless and difficult to deal with; your speech was not an impediment to finish on Childe’s thigh, touching the groin and his crotch wrapped in his pants.

Suddenly Childe’s grip made you stop, tightening your grip slightly, fingering your stocking, making you shiver slightly, which could be excused by the slightly cold temperature of the room.

You sighed as you listened to the ideas of all the Harbingers and the Tsarina’s opinion about it, involving the manipulation of a certain Traveller who had become a renowned Hero in Teyvat. You looked at Tartaglia once it was his turn, talking about how he could direct this girl to do whatever he wanted. It bothered you his intimacy with such hero, since for months you were forced to stay away from the boy, all without being able to complain.

Your game of touches proceeded throughout the meeting, leaving both of you really eager for each other. Your professional demeanor, your authoritarian and firm tones, as cold as the nation you belonged to, had you two horny as fuck. Not that the clothing had relieved the thoughts of jumping on eachother, indeed, it was perhaps the first thing that had brought you back to the night before.

The boy left your leg just before he got up to bow down at the exit of the Tsaritsa, greeting her in the same way as everyone in that hall.

The Harbingers turned to you, waiting for your exit or permission to be discharged, they would never have allowed themselves out without your decision. You returned to your upright position after greeting your mother, immediately noticing how one of the Harbingers was watching you with an accomplice look, passing the gaze from you to Childe, smiling maliciously.

Shit, did he understand? You thought worried. You cleared your voice and looked at the other people in the room. < You’re discharged, go ahead... > you said and then take a short break. < Pantalone, please stay. I need to discuss some business with you. > You concluded by inviting the man to sit down again while the others left without any problems, except your lover. He gave you a confused look, not understanding why I let Pantalonve stay and not him.

Once you were alone in the room, you approached the black-haired man at a decisive pace. < I know you saw and you know. > You started with a firm and cold tone.

< My princess, I have no idea what you’re talking about > his tone made everything shine except innocence.

< Regrator, don’t play innocent with me. We both know what I’m talking about, don’t pretend not. That would be a huge disrespect to the royal family > You ended up putting a threatening hand on his shoulder.

< Princess, with all due respect, I think you disrespect the royal family plus what you and Tartaglia do. Don’t you think? > He responded by teasing you, he knew where to hit you and he did it fucking well. < Tell me, my general, does Her Majesty know what you do behind everyone’s back? I suppose not... that indecency, with one of his Harbingers...> He smiled brazenly, knowing he was right.

You held on to his shoulder, looking at him in a dark way. < You are not showing me respect by addressing me in these ways. I know you, my dear Regrator, I don't ask you to keep my secret at the cost of anything, you know better than me that I can give you everything you want. > You started by sitting in front of him, crossing your legs and your arms across your chest. < So, what is the price for your silence? Money? More power? Tell me what you want. > your tone was serious, just like your look, while his mocking and not caring.

< My princess, you shouldn’t ask a man what he wants, especially if you promise to give him everything he wants. > He breathed deeply, his tone was slightly mischievous. < Even if you are the princess of Snezhnaya, you shouldn't say such things... Now I could ask you anything and you couldn’t say no, are you sure you could afford it, my princess? > He concluded with a cheeky smile.

< A good general never retires when she knows she can win the battle. I do not take back my words, so tell me the price of your silence. > you slammed your hand on the table, waiting for an answer from the man.

The black-haired man approached you, placing a hand on your face, stroking it and then tightening the grip around your jaw and approaching him. < The battle, not the war, Your Highness. If my price was to have you? Could you really afford it, General? >

You swallowed looking at him, trying not to let emotions shine through your face. < What exactly are you asking me? > your words clung desperately to a stable and serious tone, hoping to have misunderstood his request.

< I don’t need to teach you about birds and bees. Tartaglia is always away on missions, leaves you alone for months and then comes back as if nothing had happened. I see you, my princess. How you look at him, how you need to be touched when he’s not around, the flesh is weak. You may have stability with me, I’m in the Tsaritsa’s good graces, and I wouldn’t mind ruling by your side in the future, I wouldn’t mind your little flings with him once in a while, although I know you wouldn’t need it after trying. > your hand rose to strike his face after that blatant offense to your person, and then be stopped by his firm grip on your wrist. His lustful and ambitious gaze watched you. < Come on, princess, it’s a reasonable price for my silence. It would be outrageous if it became known that our princess is no longer a virgin. What do you think? >

You sighed heavily, turning your face to the side and removing your hand from his grip.

< Oh, maybe our future Tsarina can’t really afford everything, didn't she? > he said in a mocking tone, laughing with taste, getting a look from you.

< It’s not something I can offer so easily, as well you know. Are you asking me something out of proportion, aren't you afraid that I will cut your tongue or condemn you to death? > You spit bitterly.

< See, my general, I’m not afraid of losing anything if I can make more. I fear nothing, life is a game, why not bet everything? > He said by fixing his glasses. < The choice is yours, I will keep your secret until I receive a confirmation from you but... the time is precious, you can not know if tomorrow or in a week the price will be higher. > He ended by getting up.

< Is it a threat? > You asked furiously.

< only if you want to understand it so > he answered with the same amused tone < How dare you! Get out of here, right now. > You responded coldly, with an acidity never felt, your gaze was sharp and threatening, which made the man feel chills.

< My princess... > he said to then bow and kiss the back of your hand, then take leave.

You brought a hand on your face, clearly nervous that he’d asked for something like this. The nervousness didn’t subside at the thought that he had known about you and Childe for a long time.

You got up from the chair and threw some papers on the table, pushing the chair where it was sitting and dropping it on the floor.

< Fuck it. You manipulative bastard. > You said clenched teeth, furious with anger.

What to do now? Risk your mother taking away your title and throne and degrading Childe, almost certainly exiling him, or accepting Regrator’s indecent proposal?

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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!

Also, happy Thanksgiving everyone :) I am so grateful to each and every person who finds my work and enjoys it; these past six months of my blog being up and running has been so fulfilling and magical. I'm so lucky to have this community ♡ I'm sending all my love to you today ♡

“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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dinnerbagart · 5 months

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The Otterllette incident

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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THE LOWKEY CHILDEONESHOT HAD ME CRYING WTHH RIA YOU BETTER GIVE ME SMUT FOR THIS OR SOMETHING SPICY, ITS TO HEAL MYSELF!!!

Exhausted - Childe / Tartaglia

warnings ; strong language/cursing, sexual content (teasing, suggestive content, overstimulation, aftercare (?), slight degradation, praising, etc.)

notes ; I was just writing this smut like jokingly till it got serious .... 💀

"I'll fuck your brains out, wait for me til I finish my work, alright?" was what your boyfriend, Childe said, 3 hours ago.

you've been waiting in your shared room for the past few hours. you haven't heard any of his voice, footsteps or when the door opens, you thought he forgot about you so you got ready for his promise,

you had started to touch yourself, still clothed as a distraction while waiting for your boyfriend to come back in, thinking of him. it didn't work but the thought of getting fucked by Childe was too much for you. your heart was beating so fast that its sound echoed throughout the silent room. you stopped touching yourself and tried to stop shaking,

your mind was clouded with thoughts of Childe, you closed your eyes, breathing heavily trying to control your heartbeat as fast as you can.

"Are you alright, darling? need any help?" Childe hugged you from behind, you flinched as he started touching your neck slowly moving down until he reached your breasts. you're afraid he could hear how loud your heartbeat was,

you tried not to squeak like a fan girl, til he grabbed your breast and squeezed gently, "A-Ajax... you... haven't finished your work yet, have you?" you sighed deeply, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you were acting, he let go of your breast and moved his lips over to your ear whispering; "What happened? as if you weren't begging me to finish my work early so I could fuck you." he kissed your neck again, starting to leave love bites all over your neck.

You felt a lump form in your throat which you couldn't swallow because of your dry mouth, Childe turned your head slightly and moved his lips to yours, kissing you slowly as his hand arrived at your thigh caressing it lightly making you feel more aroused than before.

He slowly slid his hand under your underwear pulling it up while still kissing you, you moaned softly, "Ajax..." you managed to say through kisses as he slipped both your panties off your thighs exposing your naked body.

You felt so hot with your whole body exposed to Childe, he continued kissing you passionately while running his hands through your soft hair. he pulled back letting both of your clothes fall onto the floor leaving you completely naked. you closed your eyes closing them feeling your body get hotter and hotter,

Childe pulled away for a moment and looked into your beautiful lusty face before moving forward kissing you roughly and passionately. you moaned as you felt him push you gently to lay down on the bed,

he placed his fingers on top of yours as they moved around teasing your entrance. he began to rub your clit softly with his thumb. you tried to hold yourself still and close to the edge but you just couldn't control yourself anymore, you arched your back pushing your hips towards him desperately wanting to be closer to him,

you moaned loudly when his finger pushed inside of you. you opened your eyes seeing Childe grinning at you while watching your reaction, his eyes sparkling as he watched your body shake about to reach your climax, before you could reach your climax you felt him remove the pleasure to your clit making you whine.

he removed his finger and leaned down towards you placing a gentle kiss on your lips. you smiled into the kiss, you didn't care that you were completely naked and that he could see your whole naked body from top to bottom,

he chuckled looking at you and you gave him a glare knowing exactly what he was planning, "Ajax... please... let me cum ..." you bit your lip, trying to make sure your words were clear enough to him. he gave you another smile "I'll let you cum if you calm down your heart, baby, I can hear it thumping in your chest already." his words made you blush and hid your reddened cheeks with both of your arms covering your chest.

"Calm down, love," he asked softly, placing a kiss on your cheek to help you cool down. "Alright, sorry..." you replied nervously "I'm just really... nervous." you added, he shook his head, "don't be, you asked for this, right? you couldn't even wait for me to finish my work, you slut." and kissed you again, this time he took his time to deepen the kiss, he moved his tongue against yours and you moaned into the kiss.

he pulled away to see you breathing heavily, he moved down and pressed a soft kiss on your thighs, you whimpered as he started kissing your inner thighs softly, "Ajax.. " you whined, "please... " you added, he smirked and continued, he pressed his tongue on your clit causing you to gasp loudly and cover your mouth tightly as you felt your ears go warm.

he continued to lick your pussy eagerly, you moaned loudly as he continued to tease your clit and suck on it. you felt your orgasm approaching quickly and you wanted Childe to touch your wet folds with his hot tongue but he didn't listen to you, he licked your clit harder and faster, making you moan.

Childe chuckled against your skin and continued doing what he was doing before. he kept licking your clit as hard as he can and eventually started pressing his two fingers inside of your pussy.

you cried out loudly as you felt an intense orgasm coming soon, you grabbed Childe's hair tightly and held on as the waves of pleasure went through your body. you gasped loudly as your body convulsed uncontrollably.

once your orgasms were over you were able to catch your breath again. you saw Childe's tongue gliding on your pussy lips as he kept sucking your juices. you were panting harshly, unable to control yourself,

you were embarrassed as you were caught being horny in front of Childe but you just couldn't bring yourself to regret the things you did. you enjoyed every second of it, it was something you never knew was possible,

you sighed as you felt Childe press another soft kiss on your lips. "that was fucking amazing." he whispered huskily and continued to kiss you. Childe rolled his hips to make contact with yours and you moaned loudly feeling his tip rubbing against your hole. you moaned even louder hearing his loud groans. "Can I?"

he asked, you nodded without hesitation. he slowly began to push himself inside of you and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck while he thrust in and out of you steadily to not hurt you. you couldn't believe your body welcomed this kind of feeling and wanted more. Childe seemed satisfied with what you had done as he started thrusting into you more strongly and faster, you moaned loudly and tightened your grip on him while holding your breath as you felt your climax approaching.

you felt Childe grab your leg giving you some support as he thrust into you even harder, you screamed as you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you felt Childe's member twitch inside of you and you moaned loudly, "y-y/n! I'll pull out...!" he exclaimed but you were in so much pleasure you couldn't do anything other than screaming in love and tightening your legs around him.

"cum... ajax..." you whispered weakly, Childe moaned and picked up his pace thrusting his dick in you again and again. you grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and put it on your breast and he immediately rubbed your nipple making it harder for you to breathe and your orgasm came even faster. you panted heavily and clutched onto Childe tightly, "ngh... ajax... c-can... ah!" your head fell back as you came with Childe's seed inside of you,

his eyes widened, "s-sorry! I meant to pull—" before he could finish his sentence, you pulled him even tighter to you and kissed him fiercely. he moaned and deepened the kiss. the kiss only lasted a few seconds until you pulled away, panting heavily, your heart racing fast and hard,

"y/n, are you okay?" Childe said between kisses as he ran his hands through your hair, he pulled out from you; you laid flat on the bed breathing heavily as your mind was clouded by your lust, Childe sat next to you taking your hand in his,

"Baby, are you alright?" he asked again, you sighed heavily and nodded, "Can you sleep beside me tonight?" you asked, and he nodded, "of course, you don't have to ask," he said smiling,

you smiled back and snuggled into his chest, "its just you're always drowning yourself to work, I don't like it." you said frowning and looking into his eyes. he kissed your forehead, "then promise me that you will stop working as much as i do. don't forget we agreed to spend our day together tomorrow," he said, you nodded your head agreeing to what he said,

"I love you so much ajax," you said smiling and snuggling into him. you heard his heart beating rapidly, He wrapped his arms around your shoulders holding you close and nuzzling your head on his chest, "I love you more than you do." he smirked hugging you tightly as he started kissing your head and ear,

"So it's a competition now?" You giggled quietly and snuggled further to his chest as you both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

"It's not, but if it is, I'll definitely win." he said laughing along with you, you nodded and smiled lightly, "Whatever it takes," you said grinning.

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sapphireicecream · 6 months

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midnight-pluto · 6 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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