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theastrical · 19 days

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How do genshin men propose to you?

Genshin men and their ways of proposing to you.

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli x reader

Kaeya’s idea of the proposal

Kaeya didn’t think much when he thought of the idea of a proposal, he loved the idea and has prepared himself for the exact moment. Having the pride to be your boyfriend and soon to be (he hopes) fiancé makes him confident.

He proposed to you in the tavern; diluc’s tavern. He pretend to be drunk as hell, he even put some makeup over his face just incase you know what’s going on, yes, he likes to make it extra. At first, he would ask you if you can help him walk home, he would look lousy and exhausted, seemingly to buy your trust. Then he would pretend to drop unconscious, he also make sure the ring fall to the ground so when you’re distracted by the ring, he already prepared himself on his knees. Your ring is made by his own hands, he learned how to make it at one random day with crepus. The ring has a carve of your initial and his, the sapphire is carved into your favourite flower. And his? It’s basically carved into the leaves, the leaves that grow before the blooming flowers.

so when you turn yourself to his eyes…he take the ring to his fingers and kneels. ”you know, i would really love to wake up beside you every morning and have a ring on my finger that represent your existence within me, so [name], would you be my one and only?”

Diluc’s idea of the proposal

Diluc’s idea are fancy, something hard to remake by others. his money is basically unlimited, so he decided to rent a fine-dining restaurant without you knowing he has reserved the whole place for you. you told him that maybe luck was in your side, because the restaurant is all quiet, nobody is there, just you both; not having the hint that he does everything to this extent just to make you his.

It’s a classy ol’ fine dining that you expected, candles and fresh flowers everywhere, yet the menus are basically made for this event only, it’s arranged into a riddle and if it were to be cleared, the words will become a sentence of “would you be mine?”. The head chef made the food based on the themes of your every date with him and it made you teared up. Until the dessert, which is the end, the chef happened to make a chocolate that you can break with a small hammer. Then there’s the ring, the proposal ring that he has been preparing for you. When you found out, you immediately look at him, his other ring which completes yours already in his finger.

“for every seconds, hours, days or months, never have i regretted meeting you. Atlas, i would like for us to be one, so, would you be mine?”

Childe’s idea of the proposal

A week before the proposal, he cleared out his task, wanting to take a whole week off to arrange his proposal for you. it earned him quite the reward from the Tsaritsa, though his body barely function after the last task he’d done, at the end of the day, he’s admitted to the hospital, he resist it at first, but knowing that it’ll make you mad if he’s resisting, then he’ll stay.

Therefore, he thought about making his proposal in the hospital, he doesn’t want anyone to take you away from him after all. So he quietly asked one of his comrade to make one and only handmade ring that they could commission from the best iron maker in teyvat, the side gifts are more special, an eternal flower in a glass (referenced by beauty and the beast rose). He proposed to you by making a…dramatic play. When you visited him when he (presumably) sleeps, he would cough..you panicked of course, thinking that he might choke on pills and such, he closed his mouth, hiding the ring on his palm also acting as if it’s a rough cough, then when he open his palm and sits down, he gives out the look of the ring..that beautiful ring.

“i don’t wanna die alone, so…bare with me and marry me?”, he chuckles and kiss your cheeks before presenting you.

Zhongli’s idea of the proposal

He wanted to move on from his past, he wanted to finally say i love you; though he’s afraid, what if he repeats another mistake? Hence he doesn’t proposed officially, he tried to know you better, making sure that you live off the best life with him, he tried to reassure himself that even if you can be immortal just like him, at least he had made several chapters of your life meaningful.

At the first day, he takes you to a restaurant, telling you to order your favorite, and you shared with him. You told him what you like about it, what makes it special and the next day he recreated for you, inviting you to his house and serves it. You’re happy and that makes him..charmed. The other days, he observes your shopping pattern, you would buy discounted clothes and good deals for groceries, you would always say no to his request of being paid or having to be helped with the bags. Those are also what he observes. It seems that you need somebody that can help you with your burdens in life, cheering for your every moment, or appreciate your action. well it’s not like he doesn’t know you, you’ve been with him since 3 years ago and now you guys basically know each other head to toe, it’s just that..the longer it gets, the harder for you guys to appreciate the small things. Then, at the day of the proposal, he ordered your favorite food and take you out to a date, a humble date. He helped you with every single thing, he didn’t bother to answer your no(s) cause he knows you want to…at the end of the day, he tied your shoelaces and told you to wait for a moment since he also need to tie his..at that moment, he take off his ring from his pocket and present it to you.

“The time i spent while having you beside me was the slowest seconds i’ve ever had in my life, that in fact, make me want to cherish for whatever phase of life the world gave me..and in that phase, i would like to have you beside me. Forever. So would you mind, giving me the chance to court you?”

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fairykazu · 1 month

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washing rice with childe

note: gendered terms are used once (sir and girl) mlist ++ tglist @aethion @jllyfsh-lvr

when you walked into the kitchen, you didn't expect a horror that's beyond your eyes to even see. honestly, censoring in real life should be exist because you can't believe what childe's doing right now. he can't see you because you're in his blind spot, the corner of the entrance to the kitchen. but man, whatever the hell he's doing, you need to correct it right now or else, the whole world's going to fall apart and it's all your dumb boyfriend's fault.

you stepped into the kitchen, the floor had some suds on the tiles, "ajax."

he dropped the pot on the table, it tipped around its sides before settling down on the table. thankfully, it didn't spill all its contents out. you used his name-name. his government name. this isn't good...

"why the hell are you washing rice with soap?" you said, burying your head on your hands. seeing the beautiful jasmine rice soaked in soapy water made your head turn. why did he even? what???

childe washed the suds off his hands and shrugged, "you told me to wash it like two weeks ago so i am."

you furrowed your brow, "did i say wash it with soap?"

"not exactly but you did say 'babe, please, wash your damn rice. it's killing me!'" that's true, you did say that. but only because he didn't even wash it to begin with.

you took the pot and saw the soap and the rice hanging out. you tilted it to the side, draining the soapy water to throw away the rice. "this is crazy, babe, i meant, just wash it with water and rinse the water out."

"but you said wash it, not rinse it." childe replied, taking the pot from you just before you threw away his nasty rice. he filled with water again to repeat the process.

you rolled your eyes, “no, i said to wash it with water, not soap.” you drained the pot and quickly tossed all the soapy, raw rice into the trash before childe could protest.

childe looked confused. its hard to get mad at him when he looks so cute but you should muster your strength because he committed an horrific crime and he has to face justice (learn how to cook rice correctly). “i mean, that does sound better. ive been washing the rice like this, at least a week later you told me to.”

you were in disbelief, “what…?”

“yeah! it was so bad. i was like ‘wow my girl is crazy for this’ but i did it because i love you.” he formed a heart with his hands and winked.

“babe…”

“yeah?”

your stupid, loving boyfriend mistaken how ti wash rice just because he misunderstood what you said. and he never clarified. god, help us all. “i love you but you shouldve asked me to clarify.”

“…i thought youd get mad at me because ‘youre always right’ blarrrgh!”

shoot, hes right. you would! “thats fair but you really think id wash my rice with soap.”

“i mean,”

you shoot him a look as he glanced to the side. “i mean, of course not!! lets wash it right.”

“before you do, repent !!!”

“really?”

“no, not really. cmon fill this thing with rice for me so we wont have soapy dinner tonight.”

“yes, sir!”

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kiryoutann · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 * ˚ ✦ [CHILDE X FEM! READER]

MINORS do NOT interact. Warning(s): affair/infidelity, nsfw, violence, self-injury, self-poisoning, toxic relationship, PTSD, mentions of pregnancy, SPOILER OF CHILDE’S LORE, character death, dying, pregnancy.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

For each chapter of the work that I will post, I will not add any warnings (such as sex, smut, suggestive contents, etc) except trigger warnings. So if you are not old enough, THIS IS A FINAL WARNING NOT TO CONTINUE READING MY STORIES.

Genre: romance, drama, angst, royalty! au.

Blurb:

"We're getting married in two weeks, My Dear."

Now, you both put on the same fake smile, able to hide your intentions. Instead of declaring some undying love and vows, both you and Childe are waging war inside each other's minds.

“That's—that's amazing news!” You exclaim with joy as if you are the happiest woman on earth. Childe matches your energy and takes you in his arms.

Two can play this game.

As a peace treaty, the two kingdoms bind you and Childe in a political marriage. Even so, the two of you haven't seen each other since that great banquet all those years ago, giving Childe the chance to find Lady Lumine as his love.

Then, why did you appear before him now? Worse, knowing his affair that put the engagement on the brink. Childe will not let you go, because you are the key to his goal of destroying your kingdom from revenge.

However, little did he know that he wasn't the only one with a secret here.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | Epilogue | Special Chapter I | Special Chapter II | ...

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your-local-hoemie · 9 months

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HEAR ME OUT SINCE ITS CHILDES BDAY TODAY RIGHT

What if we spend the entire day with him and then when we come home, we give him another surprise *wink wink* (pls tell me yk what i mean 😭😭 i dont know how to say these things withoit feeling awkward)

NS!FW. 18+ ONLY

AAAAA I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!! I’VE BEEN HIBERNATING!!!

JUST LIKE PRETEND IT’S STILL HIS BIRTHDAY DHXJHCIXJD

My fingers went nYoooooom! Also don’t feel awkward! I hear you and I shall feed you the crumbs of my brain basement

At least I hope this is what you mean otherwise I’m so sorry for your eyeballs-

warnings: ns!fw, Oral spice, lots of spicy words (I went all in for this one aaAAA), swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Tartaglia (Childe is the worst name for spice istfggggg)

It had been a busy week preparing for the big day.

You could of been doing commissions, relaxing with friends, enjoying the beach and the warm summer sea, but no-

You had been practically ripping your hair out planning for you boyfriends birthday.

Tartaglia was a very… interesting character-

You knew he’d love whatever you got him but the thing is, nothing felt special.

He had the ability to buy anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. So trying to find something that would impress the ginger was becoming more challenging than his impromptu sparring “dates”.

That was until you caught sight of a small, very discreet looking stall hidden behind some crates near Liyue’s harbour that sold silk clothing that definitely wasn’t intended to stay on for long.

And so began your special birthday surprise~

“There’s my birthday boy!”

Running over to Tartaglia, you flung your arms tight around his waist.

The day In question had finally arrived and so had your mildly insane but lovable boyfriend.

“And there’s my favourite comrade! Didn’t miss me too much now did you?”

Smiling wildly, you rolled your eyes at him before the two of you started catching up on what he had been doing the past few days that he was away.

As a few minutes turned into hours, you both talked and walked around Liyue, visiting your favourite spots and giving him a giant whale plushie that you had spent the last few days seeing together, along with a extremely romantic dinner at the Liuli Pavilion.

When I say romantic I mean romantic-

The table was set with candles and silk flower petals, and not a chopstick to be seen, much to the gingers relief.

“You know, you’ve really impressed me this time. I don’t think I could of asked for a better birthday even if I tried”

“Good thing it’s not over then~”

“Not over? Have my irresistible charms finally decided to accept that sparring challenge you’ve been avoiding~”

Rolling your eyes, you promptly paid the bill before you decide to change your mind about the entire plan.

“No, you know I wouldn’t walk out of that alive. Now just shush and follow me”

Taking his hand, you eagerly pull him along in the direction to your home, not paying attention to the endless pestering of your boyfriend who’s curiosity was doing more than struggling to stay contained.

“Is it a surprise party?? Oh wait, did you kidnap someone for me!? Babe you’re so swe-”

“SHH! No I didn’t kidnap anyone and you should know not to say stuff like that while outside!”

Shaking your head in frustration, you finally reached your door.

Quickly unlocking it, you pulled Tartaglia in with a small grunt before closing it behind you.

“Alright, stay right there. I’ll be back now- and don’t get into trouble!”

“Huh? Wait- where are you going?”

With a giggle, you gave him a kiss on his cheek before running to your bedroom and closing the door.

Laying out on your bed was the outfit you got earlier that week.

Without hesitation, you pulled your clothes off and threw them to the floor, quickly putting on the outfit, albeit with some mild confusion to how it went on.

It was made from a delicate silk, framed with lace and ribbons that hung down your body, perfectly framing your figure.

Giving yourself a quick look over in the mirror, you took a deep breath and opened the door, peeking outside just incase your boyfriend was waiting outside.

Once you found the coast clear, you took a step out as started walking to the living room where you could hear him humming while obviously nosing around your belongings.

“Finally. you were taking foreve…r-”

Dropping a book he had been flipping through while waiting for you, Tartaglia’s expression shifted from shocked to embarrassed, then to a dangerously sly grin as the ginger took in your appearance.

“We’ll, well, well~ is it just the weather or did the room suddenly get extremely hotter”

Instinctively shrugging off his attempts at flirting, you took a step closer; placing your hand on his chest you pushed him down to the couch with a smug grin before sliding down between his legs.

“W-wow, really… really not wasting any time today, are we comrade~”

“I don’t want to keep the birthday boy waiting now, do I~”

With a purr in your voice, you began rubbing against his crotch that was already straining from his… impatience~

Working your hands against the growing tent in his pants, your fingers found their way the button before releasing his erection causing a quiet groan from the ginger who was now watching your every move like it was the most important thing he’d ever seen.

“So hard already? Just for me~?”

Grinning even more as you can’t help a sense of pride rush through your body, you placed soft kisses along his tip, moving down his shaft all the way to his balls before repeating the process, refusing to break eye contact with him.

Spending a few more minutes enjoying watching your boyfriend start to squirm and get impatient under your touch as your hand slowly pumped up and down his shaft, pulling out soft grunts of pleasure from him as you do.

Finally deciding that you’ve teased him enough you start to let your mouth do the work for you.

Still locking eyes with him, you rub his tip against your lips, savouring the taste of his pre already forming a pearl.

With one swift motion you slide his length inside your mouth, making Tartaglia let out a sharp moan as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“O-oh fuck… babe that’s… Ngh~”

You be lying if you did admit that it even shocked you a little, how well you took him all in first try.

Hearing him whimper and moan every time you bob your head up and down his length, enjoying his slightly salty taste.

“Archons, babe… keep going just like that~”

Feeling his hips start to buck into your mouth, pushing his length even further down, making you gag a little bit still not discouraging you from reaching your goal.

“Oh fUuck- babe I’m going to cum…~”

Without any time to brace yourself, you felt his fingers grip tightly onto your hair as he thrust his hips harder, causing you to gag even more and grip onto his thighs for support before he finally releasing his load.

“Holy fuck yes~!”

Pulling back to admire his breathless, shaking state, a trail of white dripping down your chin-

You can’t help but feel a little more excitement for the rest of the night as you pull out a pair of handcuffs from the draw next to the couch.

“I hope you’re not too tired just yet, I’ve got a lot more in store for you yet~”

This was so bad, I’m so sorry hdicufif.

I’m back into doing requests as normal now that’s I’m pretty much completely recovered eeeeee I’ve missed it so much T-T

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mistachesme · 2 years

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Childe angst drabble

You squeal internally when you notice your boyfriend's shoes at your door.

He's finally here, you think to yourself as you rush inside, letting your shopping bag fall carelessly on the floor.

"Ajax?!"

There he is, your Ajax, sitting on your couch. Your eyes take in his presence greedily.

He's wearing a button-down orange shirt that you like so much. And, you realize how much you missed his unkempt ginger hair, bright blue eyes, and his pink mouth.

However, you fail to notice the way his whole body stiffens at the sight of you.

He stands up to catch you in his arms when you trip on your way to reaching his side. Sighing contently, you nuzzle against his warm chest, breathing in his citrus cologne.

"I missed you, Ajax." You murmur, softly. It's been like 2 months since you last saw him. Text messages and long video calls can never suffice this. His warmth.

He pats your back without a word. He still hasn't said anything. And, you think something's wrong.

"We need to talk." He whispers, nervously. You pull back to look at him with concern.

"Did something happen? Is everything okay?" You ask him, worriedly. He gives you a tired look.

"Everything's okay. But..." He gestures for you to take a seat. "We need to talk."

With a nod, you sit down. You have a bad feeling about this. When he sits away from you, you don't say anything.

You want to touch him so bad. You want to caress his cheeks lovingly. You want him to hold you tightly in his embrace. There are so many things that you want but they can wait. Because what matters is him and you hate how he's cinching his eyebrows together clearly troubled.

"I think I fell out of love with you." his words are made of a knife, its sharp claws teasing the edge of your heartstrings, threatening to cut, make your heart bleed.

But his eyes are boring into yours. You know that he's telling you the truth.

"Since when?" You ask calmly. Too calmly.

It feels like an out-of-body experience. Your mind hasn't processed the hurt yet.

"Last month."

He inhales sharply when tears roll down his cheeks. His crestfallen face makes it harder. The last thing you want right now is his pity.

"I - I love you." You whisper between your sobs.

"I know." He says, sadly. "I wish you don't."

"Is it me? Is there anything about me that you dislike? I will change for you. If you leave...." You pause and look away from him.

You hear him move towards you. Warm hands clasp your trembling hands and when you look down he's kneeling on the floor.

"We been together for 3 years and they are wonderful times of my life. There's not even a single thing about you that I want to change." He says, sincerely.

"Then why do you want to leave suddenly?"

"Who says I want to leave you?"

"Didn't you just say you fell out of love with me?" You ask, incredulously.

"I did. Let's not break up. You are still very important to me and I can't stay away from you. All I want is some time. A break."

You have the most hurtful expression he's ever seen and it makes him feel guilty.

"But you don't love me." It physically hurts to say that.

"Let me make this right. Just a few days, I promise."

"I understand." Looking into his desperate eyes, you think you don't understand at all.

It's half past midnight when you decide to go outside. It's suffocating to stay in that apartment when everything around you reminds you of him and it makes you cry every single time.

Alcohol seems like a valid solution for your pain.

He's kissing her hungrily. Hands wandering all over her body.

Walking into that club is a mistake. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you see him with someone new.

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saffronwritings · 10 months

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Knight with the Harbinger

“Well, well, what is my favorite Knight of Favaonius doing in the city of Liyue again? Running errands for everyone’s favorite acting Grand Master of Mondstadt like the puppy that you are?” Childe had said as if he was a wind blowing by your ear. You felt yourself tense up for a moment, but settled your nerves as you continued your transaction with the one of the local food vendors.

Liyue Harbor had some of the best food vendors between Mondstadt and Liyue. So you often ventured outside of Mondstadt to pick up food in Liyue while also scouting for the acting Grand Master, Jean. Childe had made a habit of keeping tabs on you whenever you found yourself doing quests and meandering around Liyue Harbor.

It was as if to remind you that this was his territory you were impeding on.

“Shouldn’t the right hand man go running back to its master?” He continued to try and press a reaction out of you. He knew that you were extremely close to Jean, as she was the one who trained you up to your current rank. You were the single flaw that the Knights of Favanius had, one of the highest commanders that didnt carry an elemental vision. Yet, you worked harder than most of the training soldiers and even without an elemental power, you proved stronger than most with one.

“Good afternoon, Childe.” You snorted back at him. You proceeded to grab your two food containers from the stall and started to walk away from it and the Fatui. Childe was right on your heels though as you started toward your favorite spot to sit at near the docks. “Did you come here to pester me again or are you just here to also enjoy the sights?” You pondered aloud as you plopped down against one of the stone walls.

Childe gave you a weird look as you situated yourself and took the top take out container and opened it up without a care in the world. Without saying a word, Childe slid down the wall and sat about five feet apart from you. You tried not to look surprised at his actions, but you really thought he would have stalked off and watched you from afar. Before you could dig into your meal, you picked up the second take-out container and handed it to Childe.

You dont think you’ve ever taken him off guard before, or let alone seemingly fluster him, with any of your actions. However, shock was written on his face as well as a deep blush flushing his ears a deep red. “You follow me everytime I come to Liyue Harbor. You might as well eat something while trying to suck up to Signora.” You said and left the container sitting next to him. You separated your chopsticks and dug into your take out - The Cured Pork Dry Hotpot.

You gathered some ham and mushrooms in your chopsticks, blew a few breaths to bring to to a milder temperature and popped the food into your mouth. As you were chewing on the food you let out a content sigh. You felt the harbingers eyes still on you as you were eating your food and you peaked an eye open to see you were correct. “Tartglia its incredibly rude to stare when someone is eating.” You said after swallowing what you had chewed.

A giggle left your lips as his ears burned once more at something you stated. He quickly turned away and stared off into the harbor. He was watching the water so intently that he for once seemed peaceful instead of a thorn in your side. You continued to eat in the silence that grew between the two of you. It was nice to just relax after your long travels and your extensive searching for any information you could take back with you to Mondstadt.

It wasnt until you were half-way eating through your food had you noticed that Childe had actually taken the take-out container and was also enjoying the meal you picked out. “This was a cute little date you planned out.” Childe said almost making you choke on the mushrooms you had just put into your mouth. It was your turn for your cheeks to flush a dark shade of pink.

“I beg your pardon?” You managed to choke out after getting some of your bearings together. However, Child was already closer to you and leaning over you. You always knew that he was tall, but you never really noticed HOW much taller he was. You felt the wind get knocked right out of you as you stared into his eyes that reflected everything like they themselves were pools of water. He reached his right hand and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear casually and smiled at you.

“I hadn’t realized you had been flirting with me, until you bought me a whole meal. But now all of our interactions are starting to make sense.” He started in a lull of tone, a deep chuckle at the end of that sentence held your heart in your throat. “I shudder to think of what our bosses would think of us like this, fratinizing with the enemy.” His voice was deeper than it normally was, his eyes more focused on you than they had ever been. As rough as he usually was with his words and actions, he caressed your cheek lightly and gently. You could hear your heart beating in your chest a million miles an hour.

Your head was spinning as to how this happened so quickly. Sure, you had done it because you did enjoy the Harbingers company. He was the one thing in your life that was spontaneous and exciting. While you were dedicated to what you did as a Knight; you desired some spice in your life that wasn’t just the same old routines and missions.

When you first had come to Liyue Harbor with Lumine and ran into Childe, you thought he was the biggest pain in the ass. However, over time and after the many times you came to Liyue not only seeking out good food but good company. Childe kept his eye on you just like you had kept your eye on him. Little did you know that over the past few months of these bi-weekly interactions would actually build feelings inside you, let alone both of you.

You brushed his hand away and backed yourself away. No. No way. There was no way this could be real or happening. He was doing this just to mess with you like he always did. You knew the way that he was, very childish and wanting nothing but to cause chaos. He was a Fatui and he was probably doing what he needed to do in order to get close to anyone in power over in Mondstadt.

However, you didn’t miss the flash of hurt caused by your actions to sweep over his emotions. It was quick, but you learned amongst the best and nothing was able to slip by you.

“I didn’t plan this to be a date. I bought an extra plate of food incase you had intended to pester me longer. It was an honest gesture. That’s all.” You quickly defended yourself after calming your racing thoughts and heart. Jean was going to have your head for this. You can already hear Kaeya and Eula causing a whole ruckus about the situation. Word in the intel network spread so fast it was nauseating.

Childe straightened himself up and he felt as cold as ice like he normally did. “Oh.” He muttered out and returned to looking out into the harbor and eating the food you had given him. You felt a pang of guilt run through you, but you knew better than to get any feelings involved. Especially when it came to the enemy. “That’s a shame.” He said under his breath.

He knew you heard it. It was what you were good at. You were an excellent information gatherer as you were able to pick up on things that were said that werent meant to be said. Your head perked up and you looked back over to Childe who had a smug smile on his face. “What do you mean, what a shame?” You pressed, knowing you would probably regret the answer.

“Well, if this isn’t a date, then…” He trailed off in his train of thought and a big bright smile blossomed on his face. He put his food down carefully and stood up. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He said with a wink and was already trotting down the docks to the different shops that littered the harbor marketplace. Flabbergasted you watched him disappear into the crowd and frowned.

Did he really mean that he would be back? You didn’t trust it, but you held out hope and ate your food exceptionally slow. And true to his word did this man come back, but with holding something behind his back. He walked up to where you were sitting on the ground and pulled out a small bouquet of Silk flowers. A small gasp left your lips in surprise.

“Then lets make it a date, puppy.”

A/N: I dont know how to write Childe lmfao help

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pinkjoy-cons · 1 year

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𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚎

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆/𝑨𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Word Count: 2425

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (i think?) it's fluffy at the end, talking about someone breaking into your house, panicing, screaming, crying, talk/use of weapons, you have a fear of lighting/thunder, unedited. I think that's it.

Note: I am working on making my fics gender neutral but with female body in mind. I have a Diluc fic that will be female and a Kaeya fic that I will rework to make it gen neutral. Just letting y'all know :)

For my darling

You loved Liyue, you truly did. It’s a beautiful city with an even more colorful history and people who make it the way it is today. There are so many sights and sounds and so many unexplored locations around the valleys and plains that it constantly kept you busy. Even when you couldn’t leave to adventure on your own, the city had enough for you to do day in and day out. Zhongli and Hu Tao certainly gave you enough work at the Wanghsheng Funeral Parlor. Being their personal and sometimes only admin worker, you were able to balance the peaceful life of leisure and commission work. You couldn’t have asked for a better city to call your home. There was one thing however you did not anticipate: The rain. More specifically how loud it could get.

You didn’t mind the rain; on the contrary, you loved it. As long as it was calm and light. Nothing like the storms that Liyue sees during their seasons. The rain and thunder would get so boisterous at times it would take everything in your power to not jump in your skin and take shelter under the nearest cover. Even when indoors, you found the comfort of being hidden subsided your disliking of the torrential weather. You weren’t afraid of the rain. That was something you would deny to your dying breath. Your boyfriend, however, would love to playfully poke your side whenever you startle and find comfort in his arms.

“I should really find the Archon who’s causing this storm and thank them. You’re not normally this cuddly when the weather is sunny.” As much as you wanted to smack to stupid smirk that was absolutley on his face, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pry away from Childe’s warm chest where your face was currently buried in. You gripped the front of his shirt as the wind seemed to pick up and cause the rain to hit the window of your small shared home with more force.

“Why must you make fun of me like this?” You grumbled into his soft shirt. “Can’t you see that I’m–”

“Scared?” That interruption did force you to look up at him with a slight pout. Jutting out your bottom lip in protest of the accusation. “Are you finally gonna admit it darling?”

“NO! I’m not scared. I do not have a fear of stormy weather. I just…I can do without it sometimes.” Your head rested once again on Childe’s chest as he lovingly rubbed your back. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your stubbornness. It was one of your flaws yes, but it was something that could be very endearing at times. Times like now for instance. He let the conversation die with a Whatever you say lovely as you both enjoyed the rest of the evening together.

About two weeks later, Childe told you that he was going to be on assignment for a week, no more than two, and would be gone for a while. He hated to leave your side, not just because he missed you but because he was concerned for your well-being at times as well. He knew Zhongli, Hu Tao and even the little cook from the Wanmin Restaurant would keep an eye on you for him. They loved you almost as much as he did so he knew that you were in good hands while you were gone. So, you gave him a kiss goodbye the early morning he left.

The daily routine you had proceeded without a hitch while Childe was away. A few new things happened here and there like Xiangling asking you to help her with a new dish or Yun Jin asking for your opinion on a new piece she has but other than that, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. About a week and a half into Childe’s departure you were stopped by Lan near the Guild. You finished up a commission with Zhongli (he had graciously accompanied you on this job because it involved some fighting that you were subpar at and you wanted the Mora) and went to claim your pay when she pulled you aside for a moment.

“You live up near the pass, correct? In that small housing area?”

“Yes, why? Is something wrong, is someone looking for a place to stay?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just I heard a few things about the area.”

“What kind of things?” Zhongli inquired.

“People were saying that Treasure Hoarders were seen setting up camps. Apparently, some hotshot bragged about the area being a good place for loot and they just seemed to flock there. Now normally it’s not that big a deal, but with the weather recently and with how big this rumor is, the Hoarders sometimes get…aggressive with people.”

At that you furrowed your brow, “Aggressive how?”

“They seem to think that because we’re locals we must know about this fabulous treasure, yet no matter how many times people explain that it doesn’t exist, they don’t believe us. Sometimes they get violent and a few people have gotten hurt. One person even reported that when the weather got bad, a group tried to break into their home for shelter. Luckily their dog was able to scare them off.”

“That’s awful, are the Millelith aware of the situation.” Zhongli asked, growing more concerned by the minute.

“They are, however, the housing area is a bit ways away, so they only send a few guards at a time. I have spoken to one who would report back to Liyue Qixing about sending more but that was only recent so I can’t give a date as to when they will be posted. Even the Traveler said she would sweep the area when she could to get rid of them but despite her great feats, she still is just one person.” The clouds overhead began to darken and you could feel the faintest drops begin to fall. It was about time you got home.

Lan noticed your distraught expression, “I promise I didn’t bring this up to scare you. I just thought you should be made aware of the situation.”

“Huh?” Was all you could manage.

“Your face, you look frightened to death.” Your head looked up at the clouds again as the sprinkle began.

“I’m not scared.” Was what you mustered as you thanked Lan and made your way home.

Zhongli, ever the gentleman and protector, walked you the entire way and even offered to stay the night just to keep watch. You politely declined the offer. The couch was not very big and you only had one bed in your cozy home so you wouldn’t want him to be uncomfortable all night. Not sure if you were aware of it but the look in your eyes seemed to only grow more fearful as the rain got louder. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew to respect yours (and he’s sure Childe’s) wishes and left you with a good night for the evening.

Alone with your thoughts, you did your best to just go to bed. Not even bothering to eat, you thought that maybe you could sleep through the coming storm. As fast as you could you changed into one of Childe’s shirts, got under the covers and held his pillow to your chest for comfort.

Your plan seemed to almost work, key word almost. In the middle of the night a loud crash startled you awake with a scream. Catching your breath, you begrudgingly got out of bed to check what happened but then you remembered.

The Treasure Hoarders.

Suddenly the bedroom didn't seem like a bad place to be. Maybe if you just laid down in bed you could pretend that you were asleep and didn't hear anything. When you turned from the door a boom of thunder broke through and you jumped nearly screaming. There was no way you would be able to stay quiet. It was stupid but you wanted to do something.

It wasn't much but you knew that Childe kept a small dagger in his nightstand. You grabbed it and with a shaking hand slowly opened your bedroom door. The rain was pounding against your little house as you walked down the hall to the living area. Every floorboard creak and noise of the house settling made you want to scream. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would illuminate the hall and you swore it never felt this long before.

Finally, you made it to a point where you could tilt your head to look into the living room. You held the dagger close as you continued in, keeping low just in case. That's when you saw the broken window and blowing curtains. And even worse you could hear men talking outside. That's when the panic truly set in and you had no idea what to do. Not being a fighter you thought your best bet would be to run and hide. Or you could take a chance to escape and find Zhongli, Hu Tao, anyone to help you. But the idea of going outside in the rain frightened you just as much.

Damn it you were scared, so scared that you didn't have time to make a decision, for you could hear the turning of a locked doorknob and a frustrated groan. With a gasp you fell to the floor careful not to cut yourself on the dagger. You hid to the side of the couch trying to control your heavy breathing.

"Wha'do I do? Wha'do I do? Wha'do I do?" And the door opened. It closed and heavy footsteps made their way into your house. You held a hand over your nout knowing you had fight off whoever just entered your home. The thunder grew louder and louder in your ears, tears streamed down your face, as you tried to steel your nerves. You waited until a faint, moonlit shadow was near your position and with a spark of lightning rose with a petrified scream and brought your dagger down on the intruder.

Only this person caught your wrist with ease and grabbed your other wrist easily. You flailed and screamed.

"LET ME GO!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Darling it's me!"

A pause. You took a moment to catch your breath and in the flash again you saw that Childe had returned home. Your breath released and you dropped the dagger while also falling into his familiar warmth and scent. He didn't ask any questions, just held you as you cried.

"Treasure Hoarders a-a-and thunder. They broke into people's…and the window." You picked up your head to point at the broken window. Childe let you go just to turn on the light and check. Near the broken glass was a large branch. The wind must have been strong enough to toss it into the window. Childe held up the branch to show you but quickly placed it down when you shook your head.

"But I heard voices outside."

Knowing that he returned alone, he quickly rushed out the front door to see if anyone was out. You remained on the floor with knees held against your chest and gripping Childe's shirt.

"There's no one outside."

"I could have sworn- gods am I going insane!"

"No darling no, you're not." Childe went to you and held you where you sat, he lifted you up just a bit to have a better hold on you. Your body was shaking from the torment you put yourself through. He spoke soft words to you as you calmed down he held you in his lap, rocking you both back and forth to calm you down. Despite being in the rain, he was so warm. It was a warmth that you took so much comfort in.

"Ajax," you whispered, "I was so scared. There's been sightings of Hoarders and they've been getting violent. And this damn thunder. I heard the window break." You spoke in-between shaken breaths. "When I heard the door open I thought someone-" That's when it hit you, had someone truly broken into your home, what would have happened?

He saw your mind spinning, so Childe made you face him and held your face in his hands. "Okay my love, just a second okay. I want you to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me beautiful?" You nodded and did as you were told, "Alright, now whistle." You whistled as you released. "Good girl. A few more times." You repeated the process for about a minute, this allowed your crying to stop for the most part and calmed your breathing.

"Feel better?" He asked in a soft voice he only used around you.

"Yes. Ajax. I was so scared." You repeated it. You had to, you didn't know what else to say.

"I know love and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you. I'm right here baby, nothing is going to happen to you I promise. And here I thought coming home early would make you cry tears of joy." He kissed your forehead when you finally let out a small scoof and a smile. "I promise nothing will happen to you. I'll put better windows and a good lock on the door. You can even have Hu Tao and Xiangling over if you want to, I know they love you." He kissed your lips as you nodded. His kiss told you that this would not happen again if he could help it. "I don't ever want to see you like this again." It was a promise he spoke into your neck and his breath danced in your skin and made you shiver.

A clap of thunder had you jump in his arms and he held you close. "Next time I'm in Inazuma I'm going to beat up that Shogun." He picked you up bridal style and went to the bedroom. As he laid you down, he gave you another kiss. He left the room and patched up the window. Upon return, he got comfortable in some lounge pants and no shirt and got under the covers. Bringing you into his chest, he placed his hand on your lower back to rub small, comforting circles on your skin. You held him close and relished the way he felt against you.

"She would kick your ass."

"Huh?"

"The Shogun. If you tried to fight her, she'd kick your ass."

All Childe could do was chuckle as you both fell asleep.

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withloveajaxx · 2 years

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OMG HI i hope its ok to req no rush or anythinf!!! I wanted to ask if you could write spiderman childe x reader headcanons??CAUSE I REALLY LIKED THE SPIDEY CHILDE X READER WHERE HE SWUNG READER AROUND!! I HOPE THATS FINE HAVE A NICE DAYYYYyyy

if i was dying on my knees

genre: spiderman! childe x gn! reader fluff

warnings: mentions of wounds and nuidity (like once towards the end because of childe's teasing)

summary: if spiderman was hurt in any way, there's only one person he'd go to.

note: hello nonnie!! i'm so sorry it took me ages to finish this request :(( i added short hcs at the beginning and wrote a full on fic for your request since i found that the hcs were a little short and it didn't serve spidey childe justice HSJDKSKD. the fic is 1.2k words,,, a but lengthy cuz i got carried away but ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THIS BEING A FIC WITH HCS INSTEAD T-T hope you enjoy this and have a great day too anon ^^

quality time with ajax isn't so rare. but it's also not as common as you would think.

sure you go to the same school, you have a few study dates here and there.

but the fact still stands that he's spiderman and, unfortunately, there's a lot of crime and small town problems that he has to take care of.

to solve yall's little quality time problem, you have routine date nights every weekend that you both never skip.

it's a simple movie night over at your apartment with snacks, blankets, dvds, and most importantly, cuddles <3

but your date nights don't always go according to plan....

it was supposed to be a regular weekend date night for you and ajax. there was takeout laid out atop the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room, a movie playing on the television. you had even taken out some time to place your guys' favourite blanket and pillows on the sofa so you could both completely unwind and relax comfortably in each other's arms.

everything was ready and set. the only thing missing was your own significant other.

despite the television playing a loud action movie in the background, you could only focus on the endless ticking of the clock as it got later into the night. the absence of ajax's presence made your heart pound with anxiety and concern.

(more utc!)

even if ajax had piles of school work to do, even if he was feeling tired from his work, he would always make it for your routine little date nights. it was the only way he could spend some precious time with you since he was always so busy helping the city as the infamous hero, spiderman. so there was only ever one reason for him to be late for your date nights, and that's if he was fighting or saving someone from danger.

you know ajax has fought or done heroic acts countless of times. yet that still doesn't stop you from worrying that something might have gone wrong. with the nature of his line of work, how could you not worry?

as you begin to further dwell on your concerns, a loud knock at the window interrupts the millions of racing thoughts running through your head. you hurriedly clamber off the couch, rushing to open the apartment window.

there's only one person who would possibly come knocking at your window this early into the morning.

"hey, love." ajax's familiar voice greets you, but it's unstable, his breathing shallow and uneven. he's being much more careful than he usually is when he's entering your apartment in this way and, more than that, he has one arm wrapped around his middle.

there was evidently something wrong and it made your heart drop to your stomach.

"ajax, what happened to you?" you frantically asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to assist him into your living room. your eyebrows are furrowed in nothing but worry and your frown in disapproval when the latter lets out a weak laugh at your panic, as if the situation at the moment was nothing serious.

"got a little scratched up," he huffs out, wincing slightly when he tries to straighten himself up from his half curled position. "but… i managed to get your favourite snacks before getting into some trouble," he adds, lifting the arm around your shoulder to reveal a plastic bag full of all the candies, chips, and even drinks that you loved.

unfortunately, his feeble attempt to lighten the mood did not work as you helped him settle onto the couch.

it was obvious to him that you were upset. he watches as you wordlessly leave and return with the first aid kit that, at this point, you've grown so accustomed to using on him and it makes his heart twists and tightens in his chest with a heavy feeling of guilt.

for someone who was usually so chatty and casual, ajax can't find any words to say as he watches you ever so gently lift up his suit to patch up the wound on his stomach. his tongue is heavy in his mouth, lips sealed in a thin frown when he feels your hand tremble slightly against him.

not only is he silent, but it seems as if you can't find anything to say either. you don't want to know how dangerous the enemies were or how they had even managed to land a strike at your seemingly untouchable significant other.

however, you can't bear the tense silence in the room. any more second you spent in silence only made the unshed tears in your eyes that much harder to keep from spilling over.

"are you still okay? doesn't hurt too much?" you whisper, fearing that if you spoke any louder, your voice would crack.

"i'm fine, baby. relax, i've had it worse before." ajax can immediately tell that wad was the wrong thing to say when he catches you furiously swiping away the tears that began to stream down your face.

"i know you've been through worse, ajax," you mutter, trying your hardest to keep your voice level, to swallow the thick lump that's stuck in your throat. "but that doesn't mean it isn't painful to see you like this."

noticing that you were practically done dressing his wound, he gently tugs you up from where you were kneeling on the floor to sit beside him. as much as you wanted to shy yourself away from him, you can’t help but lean into his touch when his hands come to tenderly hold your face.

“i know it hurts you to see me like this,” he states, thumbs brushing away the tears that continue to stream down your face. “but i came back to you in one piece, yeah? look at me, love.” he ducks his head down a bit to catch your downcasted eyes. “i’m okay.”

“you came back to me in one piece now, but what if you don’t next time?” you ask, unable to stop a small sob from escaping you. “what if you get so badly hurt that i can’t patch you up? or what if you just don’t come back at all?”

at this, ajax’s frown deepens. he pulls you closer to him, his slender hands combing through your hair as he cradles your head towards the part of his chest where you can feel and hear his heart beat.

“i can’t promise that i’ll always come back to you perfectly fine. no matter how strong i am, there will always be people who are stronger,” he mutters, his lips coming to permanently rest on the crown of your head. “but i can promise you that i will always, and i mean always, come back to you.”

you picked up your head from his chest, bringing one of your hands up to extend your pinky at him and spoke, “pinky promise?”

“pinky promise.” he links his pinky with yours without any hint of hesitation, going as far as to peck your lips to seal his promise. “you aren’t that lucky, love. no matter how annoying i get, you’re never going to get rid of me that easily.”

a huge wave of relief washes over ajax when you let out a wet chuckle, lightly slapping his arm in retaliation. he affectionately pecks your cheek one last time before slowly getting up from the couch.

“now, i believe we haven’t finished our date night yet. why don’t you prepare the snacks and i’ll just freshen up a bit and change, yeah?”

“are you sure you’re okay, ajax? you don’t need help changing or anything?”

“oh, honey. if you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked,” he teases, laughing in amusement when you try to throw a couch pillow at him.

even though the night may not have started out as planned, you were relieved that ajax was safe and sound beside you. his head was lolled onto your shoulder, breathing finally even as he slept peacefully through the movie that you were currently playing. at least he was with you, and especially after your little moment tonight, your heart was at ease knowing he would never leave.

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meimyk · 2 years

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My Dear Sweet Ginger Boy.

Childe: • As you know that ginger is a family man, of course he would know what type of flower you love. Oh come on- Who wouldn’t remember what your lover love right? • Well everything are going smoothly! He got to bouquet you love even some chocolates for you, during his way to your home he plastered a small smile across his face thinking how adorable you would react if he surprise you like this. Oh well.. But not until… - Again.. Those hillichurls are coming in his way stopping him from meeting you, he sighed as he look at them letting your bouquet and box of chocolates safely aside before the fight begin. • Ngl, This guy right here during his battle with those hillichurls all he could think is you being the princess/prince waiting for a handsome prince (which is him ofc.) saves you from these dangerous monsters. • After he’s done with those mess he looked at sky, oh wait… Shit. He totally forgot he promised to you he would come on afternoon but now damn… It’s evening the sky grew darker and darker little by little. • Childe sprint to your home ringing the doorbell nonstop panicking that you would be upset, while he’s waiting for you to open the door he quickly came up an excuse to why he’s late. But wait.. Why I aren’t you answering the door yet?? “Y/n? Dear? You’re there?” • He knocked the door again. “Y/nnnn, don’t be upset with me please open the door.” He waited for couple of seconds as he almost turn to leave in his devastating state the door was being opened. • “Yes? Oh! Ajax! you’re finally here!” You jumped to hug him “I thought you forgot that promise..” you said while sulking to him snuggle into his chest. “Oh? You’re waiting for me? Then how come I ringed the door bell for minutes but you haven’t came to answered?! I thought you would be so upset with me that you don’t even bother to open the door.” • “ I was showering that time, hehe… sorry..” Childe sighed. “Never mind, oh yeah I have a surprised for you. Close your eyes” He said while preparing the gift back of his back You closed your eyes “yep, all good.” • “Alright, 1 2 3… Ta da! You like what you see? I bought you your favorite flowers even your chocolates.” He gift to you with a cheekily smile on her face. • You open your eyes, “Oh my god..Ajax, you bought all of this? The.. the chocolates! Those are hella expensive you know?! Don’t spend those mora on these stuff… it’s a waste… • He widened his eyes. “Waste? Waste of mora? I don’t think so love, if it’s your favorite then even how expensive it is - I will always find a way to buy for you. • But hey, where are my kisses?” He leaned in closer to your face waiting for your kiss. You tiptoed kissing him on the lips and cheeks “ there, let’s go inside we can talk about something later.” • You grabbed his hand pulled him, into your house and close the door. • “Oh yeah! I also have a story to tell you, you don’t know how much I fight today- • “ Yes yes.. be prepared, he would tell you the story how he imagine saving you from hillichurls.

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pwurrz · 2 years

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you ever think about how zhongli was childe’s first love? ever since he was 14, ever since he crawled out of the abyss, childe had been treated a variety of different ways. most people felt negatively towards him; fear, distain, suspicion, contempt, hatred. he’s gotten used to it. being the tsarista’s vanguard was going to come with some drawbacks of course.

but zhongli was different. when they first met, zhongli treated childe like he would anyone else. no wary glances or questioning comments, just pleasant conversation between two business partners. it was.. refreshing.

they became friends rather quickly. maybe childe was just eager to finally have a friend who genuinely seemed to like him, and enjoyed his company. maybe he was drawn in by zhongli’s smooth, deep voice that told stories about liyue harbour like he was recounting dear memories. either way, for the first time in years, childe slowly but surely opened his heart to someone.

over time they grew closer and closer. and over time, childe opened his heart more and more. they started dancing the delicate line between friends and lovers. they spent almost every day together, their ‘business’ meetings starting to look more like dates even to passers by. childe told zhongli his real name. he trusted zhongli. felt safe around him.

he loved zhongli.

and he still loves zhongli. still loves him with all his big, dumb, stupid heart. even after zhongli’s betrayal. even after it was revealed that throughout their entire relationship, zhongli had lied to him about a contract he made with the tsaritsa to exchange his gnosis. even now, knowing that zhongli was simply using him to fulfill his end of the contract, using childe’s reputation as a battle hungry monster known for causing chaos wherever he went to test liyue’s strength without their god.

childe’s initial response to the reveal was anger, but that was only a cover up. he couldn’t afford to look weak in front of signora, or the traveller, and especially not zhongli. he hoped that by reacting with anger, he wouldn’t look as hollow and heartbroken as he felt. it hadn’t mattered though; zhongli refused to look at him throughout the entire exchange.

(there’s an extremely bitter part of childe that isn’t too surprised by this turn of events. he always knew what he had with zhongli was too good to be true. no one could possibly treat him that kindly, love him that shamelessly, without a good reason. there’s a little voice in the darkest part of his subconscious that becomes especially loud when childe is at his worst. a voice that’s been nagging at him ever since his parents sent him to become a child solider at 14. that tells him he’s not a good person, that he’s not deserving of love or affection, that he shouldn’t be treated with kindness, that no one could ever love him, that his parents are right to be afraid of him, that he’s nothing more than a bloodthirsty weaponized monster and that he’ll probably die cold and alone, unloved and forgotten about.)

(it’s going to take zhongli a long, long time to convince childe that all of the awful things he’d spent the last several years telling himself over and over were false. but if there’s anything zhongli has and endless amount of, it’s time. and to him, there’s no one more deserving of his time than childe.)

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fairykazu · 3 months

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GINGERBREAD COMPETITION WITH CHILDE contents // established relationship, cheesy pick up lines / nicknames, baking chaos, one f bomb notes // i wanted this to be longer but ive delayed it for so much. hopefully by the time this is up im working on the next oneshot masterlist

childe had that look in his eyes, the fighting spirit he gets when he gets an idea to fight with you. playfully, of course. "babe," you weren't looking in his direction, instead, you were wrapping bows over the presents.

once he gets an idea, he never lets it go. "babe," he began to pester you, poking you in the sides while you were as still as a rock, used to of his antics. he started to frown, "babe, name, c'mon, aren't you my my sweet pea pookie? the apple of my eye?"

didn't phase you yet? don't worry, he still has a lot of nicknames up his sleeve. you began to wrap more presents. "sweetie muffin?"

you know if you give in, you have to listen to whatever he says to say for the moment but if you don't, he will pressingly continue with the cringe nicknames to make you listen to his announcement. as much you do want to know his announcement, you also wanted to finish wrapping presents as soon as possible.

"pumpkin butter honey biscuit..." that actually sounds really good. he pouted, it's really cute how he pouts despite the current circumstances. he's like a pitiful dog.

you were keeping your defenses up until he got closer to the nape of your neck, whispering, "sweet mcdreamy nutter butter... please..."

now that was terrible, you winced, "what?" he smiled when he finally got your attention, he cleared his throat while he held a fake microphone, "ahem, may i announce an idea?"

after finishing two bows, you tapped your chin with your finger, pretending to think, "hmmmm," you looked into his cerulean eyes pleading you to say yes. "you may."

already from your answer, he was with glee. he began to act like a host in those reality tv shows, "in honor of the winter spirit and tsarita, i say, 'we shall, have a gingerbread competition!'"

the idea has crossed your mind but considering the baking skills and how much childe likes to wing his recipes, "gingerbread competiton? who's going to make the bread?"

he smiled, "we are!" snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you up from the floor. you tapped on his shoulder as he sets you down, you furrowed a brow,

"the recipe?"

childe waved his phone around, "xiangling!"

you nodded, thankful that childe wouldn't wing the cookies this time. last time it was too salty when salt was supposed to enhance the sugar in the gingerbread. "okay, fine. what's the prizes?"

he exhaled nervously as you peered at him, "i didn't think this far. i thought you would reject my idea."

"start with the thinking pretty boy!"

flustered a little, he replied back with "ok, my sugar snookums."

you sighed, "i need you to stop with these, ajax." he laughed a little,

"these won't stop, pookie dookie bookie."

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as the ingredients are prepped and ready, the challenge is set. the person with the best house, voting decided on instagram, would win by choosing the christmas movie and halloween costume for the next year, which isn't a prize per say but childe thinks so. despite the fact, you suggest he should choose and he always faltered to go with yours.

childe rolled up his sleeves as you tidied up your hair. glancing at your boyfriend, you recalled back when people had told you different rumors about him. how he was a playboy or indifferent cold hearted person, despite it all, you didn't fall for those.

but one particular one caught your attention, one being his eyes being always blank, missing a shine in his eyes. but when you look into his, it's always filled with light like how the sea reflects the light in every wave in sunny afternoons. "babe? is something wrong?"

"yeah," you replied as childe's face became concerned. he held your head in his hands, inspecting anything on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"you're too pretty."

he giggled, twirling one ginger lock around his fingers before turning around, clearing his throat. a dust of pink across his face, "i mean, thank you, babe. i appreciate it!! um, let's get started, yeah!!"

it was an hour in, the gingerbread cookies were done baking, cooling off away from the oven. while you were sketching your idea for your house, thinking about a castle or maybe a cottage? childe tapped your shoulder, you turned to his direction,

"hey girl, mind if we take a picture?"

you ignored him and continued to draw, "hey, c'mon," he pouted as sighing as you turned to him again. "'cause i need to show Santa exactly what i want for Christmas." he winked as you laughed,

"okay, childe."

"im the rizzler- wait what?"

"what?"

"childe? not even babe? you hate me!" childe bawled, dramatically draping his hand against his forehead. "didn't know that you are such an ice queen. i think im going to get a frostbite from your gaze of hatred and bullying," he started to frown, eyes pretending to water.

he's so dramatic. you sighed deeply, snaking your arms around him. he burrowed his head into your shoulder, soaking up the attention you're giving him, "i apologize, my blizzard babe, i'm trying to win the competition."

childe's jaw dropped, "YOU SAID A CHEESY NICKNAME???? i can't believe youre getting into the christmas spirit." he silently cheered as you retorted,

"and no one will believe you that i did."

"fuck."

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kiryoutann · 2 years

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The thin clouds that had previously covered the moon finally left, giving it a chance to shine Snezhnaya under its pale light. The wind howled, moving the branches that knocked on the windows of the classic building.

Childe lay with a woman in his arms. They both share one thing in common—naked under the covers after their love-making. Although the burning fireplace had provided enough warmth for them not to shiver in the Snezhnaya autumn chill, neither one wanted to let each other go.

Lumine closed her eyes while enjoying the rhythm of his heart beating against his chest. She hoped that time would pass slowly, because tomorrow she had to return to Monstadt with her twin brother. Which meant she didn't know when she would see Childe again.

Therefore, Lumine chose to open her mouth despite the possibility of spoiling the atmosphere. "I heard you talked to the Princess." She says.

As expected, Childe groaned in annoyance from her words, not hiding his annoyance in the slightest. “Really, Babe? We just had a nice sex and you have to spoil the mood by bringing that up?”

“You have no intention to tell me so, I guess I should ask.” Lumine watched as he let go of his embrace and lay staring at the ceiling. "So, what did she say? What did you say?"

From the question, he lost his mind to his fiancée who had probably arrived in her country after sailing home for four days. He remembered that day. The day he knelt before her, apologizing and begging for her to continue the marriage. She melted her heart for him after he made a promise to leave his lover, and yet now he is in bed with the said woman.

"Childe." Lumine brought him back to reality. "What did she say?" She demanded, getting impatient now.

Childe was a liar to the Princess but an even bigger liar to Lumine when he said: "She said she wouldn't call off the wedding." A shrewd lie without hesitation.

Lumine furrowed her brows, "She said that?" She shook her head in disbelief. "And here I thought she was going to curse you."

Crazy that he thought that would be better if that was the case. However, let alone cursing, any negative expression didn't stop on her face even for a second. Childe clenched his jaw from irritation as soon as the memory of the calm Princess played back. She really made him look like an idiot, kneeling begging like she was the most important thing to him.

"What did you say afterwards? Why don't you just cancel the wedding?" Lumine still has her questions.

Childe sighed as he closed his eyes. "And here I thought you know it's not that easy." He got up to sit on the edge of the bed, picking up his shirt which was hanging carelessly on the nightstand. She had already started with her interrogation session and he had to leave before this got any longer.

Lumine sat on the bed, “Are you going home? When I asked you questions?”

“Babe, let's not end this with a fight.” He said while buttoning his shirt.

Her golden eyes did not hide her displeasure at his response. He was way too calm even though he knew the wedding that would separate them would take place shortly after the Princess' coming-of-age banquet—which would be two months away. He had the authority to cancel it, but he didn't.

Or maybe that's what he wanted too. So, is all their talk about the future just nonsense then? Where should Lumine throw those dreams?

Childe who dodged the questions put a doubt in her heart.

"Do you really love me?"

Childe paused for a moment from her question, turning around to find her head hung low. He didn't need to see her expression to know she was sad, the trembling in her voice was enough to represent that.

“Hey, what are you talking about? Of course I love you, you know that."

"Do I?" Lumine raised her gaze. "Then cancel the wedding."

Childe laughed dryly, crawling to her. "I can’t do that." He told her.

Those golden eyes glared at him, "Why? You don't love her, do you?"

Childe choked on his own laughter. What Lumine said was by far the funniest joke he had ever heard in his entire life. Him loving the Princess? If that day came, then he believed the sun would rise from the west and the entire universe would collapse.

"You're so funny." He pinched her cheek lightly. "Don't worry about things like that. You know I’ll marry you once I have full authority as king.”

Lumine raised her eyebrows asking for more explanation. “Can you imagine what those bastards would do if they found out I threw away their princess for you? I don't want to put you in danger when I'm just a prince."

Apart from being a liar, Childe is a sweet talker. He brushed off her irritation and doubt, which was replaced by a nod and a smile.

"Fine then."

Childe kissed her lips, then her knuckles. “You have my word on that.”

The ginger haired man got up from the bed. He walked towards the dressing table where Lumine had put the things she hadn't put in the suitcase. A smile was carried on his face when he found the pink perfume he had given her. Lumine watched him pick it up, spraying it all over his body before setting it down slowly.

“Gotta smell like my girl.” Childe gave her a wink.

Lumine suppressed her smile. "Just leave already."

"Alright, alright." He picked up his jacket from the floor and put it on. "Don't miss me too much, okay?"

Childe turned the doorknob. He stepped out of the room, greeted by a dim hallway supported only by a row of wall lamps. He descended the carpeted stairs one by one and ended up in the voyer, where a man he recognized stood as if waiting for him.

Even though he couldn't see it clearly, Childe had grown familiar with Aether—Lumine's twin brother. The Duke bowed respectfully, then continued to glare at him.

"Your Highness Crown Prince Childe."

Childe wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Duke."

Aether didn't reply. He had always been one of those people who dared to show his distate for him. "I see you are still visiting my sister."

"What's wrong with that?"

Golden eyes closed to relieve anger from his rhetorical question. "You are someone else's fiancé and will be getting married soon." Aether hoped it would knock some sense into him.

"Oh, don't be so cold, Duke!" Childe laughed, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You talk as if you don't know how marriage works in our world."

Aether paid no heed to his attempts to make the situation less hostile. “With all due respect to you, please stay away from my sister. This will only bring bad things not only to you and Lumine but, to the Princess as well.”

From his words that sounded commanding, Childe erased the fake expression he was wearing, now not covering the cold gaze from those blue eyes of his. He was just a duke from another country, and he had the audacity to speak in that way to the heir to the Snezhnaya throne? Aether must know his place.

There was so much he was holding back from not strangling him right now. “Apparently there are some people who have forgotten their position.” He took a step closer to Aether. "If I was in a bad mood, that would have been your last breath."

This was precisely why Aether didn't want Childe anywhere near Lumine. Besides the fact that he will justify any means to get what he wants, he is the most selfish human he has ever met. Despite having the achievement of becoming Snezhnaya’s war general, it does not rule out the fact that he is one of the most dangerous people in Teyvat.

Feeling that his point had been made, Childe walked past him, leaving a cold wind blowing against his face. Aether watched his back as he headed towards the horse carriage that was waiting for him.

Sooner or later, Lumine will be pulled down with him. Aether had to stop him before that happened.

Two months later, Childe set foot on the famous Liyue capital pier. He took off the red scarf that was wrapped around his neck when he realized the temperature here was much warmer than his home country. The voices of the merchants around greeted his ears.

“This way, Your Majesties and Your Highness.” Viktor—his right hand man—said after bowing, leading him to the waiting horse carriage.

On their way to the imperial palace, boredom hit him. Even so, he made no effort to bring up the conversation with his parents sitting in the opposite direction. Blue eyes looked out the window, hoping that Liyue would cheer him up.

A country that seems more lively than Snezhnaya. He thinks it's because of their favorable climate. Many people on the roadside peddling merchandise in the form of spices and fresh fruits. Lanterns hung above with other decorations they were trying to put up as they climbed the wooden stairs.

Childe couldn't help but comment, "Is Liyue always this colorful?" He smiled mockingly.

His mother stopped fanning herself and looked outside, realizing what he was talking about. "You didn’t know? They have a tradition of holding a festival every time a member of the imperial family has a birthday.”

"Is that true?" Childe put on his bored face again. "That's troublesome."

His father laughed. "What can we do about it? Their daughter's birthday is today. Soon enough, she will marry into another royal family.”

Marry into another royal family. Childe doesn't realize how close he is to letting go of his single days. After today, the days where he would be busy taking care of the wedding preparations would come. He wanted to speed things up to finish quickly.

"Make sure to look good in front of the Princess." His father reminded him.

Childe smiled bitterly. "Of course. After all, she is my fiancée."

Although he had been waiting for her coming-of-age in sight but, Childe found himself wishing for a postponement. However, time stops for nobody let alone him. Morning turned to night in the blink of an eye—Childe was now standing in the celebratory hall.

The walls of this large open hall were carved in gold, either because the royal family saw its artistic value or simply showing off its wealth to guests. Beneath the solidly colored chandelier, the people were lost in their conversation. The waiter who passed by was carrying a tray filled with Liyuean's drinks and food.

"Your Highness!" A shrill voice called out for him to turn around.

Childe found a woman—if she could enter here, she was definitely royalty—smiling so wide that he felt his jaw hurt from looking at her. She was the fourth woman to approach him tonight. In fact, none of them hide their intention to flirt with him.

Childe replied with his typical fake smile. How did people do that even though they knew he was the fiancé of the host of tonight's banquet?

"Good evening, Lady..?"

The woman was gloomy from him asking her name. “Your Highness, we have met before. Have you forgotten me?”

Oh, can you just give me your name and get out of my sight? Childe wanted to say however, did not. He laughed in an apologetic way, "If I didn't have a bad memory, I couldn't have forgotten the name of a woman as beautiful as you." He slipped a flirt that made a blush rise to her cheeks.

"I-it's Sophia, Your Highness. The daughter of Count Lancaster of Monstadt."

From the mention of that country, his mind wandered to a certain someone. He looked at Sophia again, remembering that Lumine had introduced her to him at a banquet earlier.

"Ah, Lady Lumine's friend." Childe felt strange calling her that.

Sophia nodded, "That's correct, Your Highness!" She cried out in joy. “Ever since you stepped foot here, I wanted to greet you right away! However, Lady Lumine is holding me back from doing that.”

There is a tug in his heart. “Lady Lumine did that?”

The brown-haired woman nodded not noticing the change in his expression. “I don't know what's wrong with her,” She said softly before getting excited again, “But, isn't that good? We can talk alone.”

“Where is Lady Lumine now?”

Regardless of the words or the smile that fell from her face, Childe looked her straight in the eye with his blue eyes. Even though he wasn't sure it would be a good choice to look for Lumine right now, he wanted to take a quick look. Is she wearing that blue dress he sent last week? The necklace that he specially ordered must have graced her neck beautifully, right?

Just as Sophia was about to raise her index finger to show where he could find her, the trumpet sounded without warning. Guests automatically face the large door.

"His Highness, the Crown Prince and Her Highness, Princess (Y/N) have arrived!"

In the arms held by your older brother, you passed through the door so gracefully wrapped in a traditional Liyuean dress that is more majestic than the one you wore in his coming-of-age. Your hair was styled and tucked in accessories that glowed under the light. After descending a few wooden steps, people see the makeup that adds to your beauty.

You captured all the attention of those in the room, Childe was no exception. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath this whole time.

Every time you swept your eyes across people who weren't him, Childe still wouldn't admit he wished those beautiful eyes landed on him. He just stares at you, standing in a sea of people who didn’t do much for you to notice his presence.

Without even realizing it, he had forgotten his intention to search for Lumine.

After the emperor raised his glass high to give a toast, the floor that was left empty was filled with professional performers. They danced gracefully, slender hands decorated with various striking jewelry that entertained guests from all over the world. On the sidelines, there are still many people who come to you to congratulate.

"Someone's getting older today."

You turned quickly when you heard a voice you would recognize everywhere. Within your line of sight is Zhongli. To support the appearance in his traditional dress, the long hair that is usually tied is loose but, neat enough to still show the earrings in his ears. You smiled even though you couldn't remember the last time you saw him like this.

"Zhongli!"

Your enthusiasm from his presence widens his smile. "I congratulate Your Highness' coming-of-age." He bowed politely.

You laughed at his formal way of speaking. Nonetheless, you nodded in acceptance of his words, “Thank you, Duke Zhongli. Though, I have to admit I was quite curious about what you gave me as a present this year.”

Of the many people who give you gifts every time you get older, Zhongli's is the one you care about the most (or you could say the one that doesn't end up being kept in an empty palace room). He has a strange taste in choosing what he wants to give, the proof of which is that he gave a flower statue made of gold last year.

“Something different from previous years. Considering it will likely be your last year staying in the imperial palace.”

The line does its job to put a burden on your heart, erasing that smile for a moment before being replaced with a fake one. You notice a change in your mood, trying to ward it off by repeating the reasons you would do it. However, it is undeniable that lifting your foot from where you grew up is not as easy as turning your palm.

"Oh, he's coming."

Zhongli's voice took you from your long thought to turn to Childe who was walking towards you. He put on a smile that didn't sparkle in his eyes as usual to make him look friendly to you. Before he arrived, Zhongli thought of leaving first. He excused himself from your presence, reasoning that he wanted to talk to Duchess Ningguang.

"Who is that?" One of the nobles whispered curiously.

"I think it's Crown Prince Childe of Snezhnaya, the Princess's fiancé." Another one answered.

From the movement and gazes he doesn't take away from you, Childe gathers people's gazes on the two of you. You pay attention to him, examine his clothes and thought that grey is good on him. If you weren't capable of seeing the future, you'd think he was more like a golden retriever than a wolf in sheep's clothing.

You bowed slightly as he stood before you, “I greet His Highness Prince Childe.” Your facial expression is no less fake than his.

Childe holds out a hand which you welcome with yours. He lands a kiss on the skin of the back of your hand, then looks up with a smile. "Congratulations on your coming-of-age, Princess." His voice has honey and sweetness in it.

You slowly pulled your hand away as he let go. "Thank you, Prince Childe. I hope you enjoy the celebration.”

"What do I not enjoy when my fiancée stands so beautifully in front of me?"

You laugh at the compliment which is actually one of his camouflage as a future love-struck partner. Even if you're not convinced yet, it's enough to make the nobles around you whisper behind their glasses and fans. Maybe you should give Childe some credit for his hard work.

"Prince always knows what to say." You said.

"Your Highness." You both turned to the bespectacled man whom you recognized as your father's confidant. He bowed to the two of you before saying his point into the conversation. “Pardon for the intrusion, Your Highness. His Majesty asks for your presence."

"Oh, is that so?"

You look the other way in search of your father but, back to Childe when you can't find him. "That is unfortunate, I'd love to talk to you more, Prince." You speak to him so apologetic despite knowing the possibility he finds pleasure in this.

Childe smiled. "So do I. However, I can't be selfish when the Emperor is asking you."

You nodded, “Thank you for understanding. Then I'll go." You curtsied to him.

Childe reflects what you do. He watched you turn around, walking away with your long dress sweeping the hall floor. Once he sensed you were far enough away from him, he dropped all his exhausting fake expressions.

Blue eyes scanned the entire room. He noticed the fireworks exploding in the sky over the capital. It was golden in color, reminiscent of someone's eyes.

Lumine. He had to find Lumine.

His guess was right about looking for her in the gardens of the Liyue imperial palace. It was far enough away that he felt safe to approach her who was standing under the gazebo by the lake. He had sneaked glances at the hall before, however, being in front of her like this made him notice the glittering details of the blue dress he had chosen for her.

Lumine recognized his presence behind her but, for some reason chose to keep staring at the moon's reflection in the water. "Turns out it's not that easy."

"What is?" Childe walked over.

The blonde woman turned around, finding him looking handsome and not so far away. “Seeing you with the Princess, kissing her hand and praising her in front of the crowd.”

"I can give you more."

A bitter scoff slipped out of Lumine, yet, she wasn't worried he'd hear it. "Have you both set a wedding date yet?" She asked, hoping that at least a shake of his head was the answer.

Maybe Aether was right. That not everything is worth holding on to the end. Choosing to be with a man who was soon to be married was wrong, Lumine should know that. However, she still thought it would be unfair for them who loved each other to just give up when Princess's relationship with Childe didn't have that.

As if reading her complicated thoughts, Childe lifted her tiny chin. He stared at her beautiful golden orbs, then landed a kiss that hoped to ease the pain in her chest.

People in love mostly do unreasonable things. People who have their partner in their arms tend to forget about their surroundings. However, the two of them should have known not to think they were completely alone.

"Princess?"

Childe didn't know what was wrong with the room the Liyue empire had prepared for him. He judged the furniture and atmosphere as very comfortable for him. However, no matter how much he tossed and turned on the bed, his eyes refused to close to go to sleep.

That was the reason he chose to take a walk in the garden at the very end of the palace even though his bones ached from the banquet that ended four hours ago. However, he did not expect to meet her here.

You turned your head from his call, "Prince Childe?"

The man approaches you. You notice he's wearing a long robe, while he wonders where you're going in a hooded robe like that—not to mention the absence of bodyguards around you.

"Are you going somewhere?" He couldn't help but ask.

For a moment he thought you wouldn't answer him, feeling it was none of his business to know. He watched you nod before setting your sights on the fireworks exploding in the sky outside the high walls of the imperial palace. The festival of celebration that the Liyue people hold whenever a member of the imperial family gets older.

"The festival." You answered.

Childe didn't expect you to sneak around at night just to visit the festival, alone. You don't seem to think about the risk of being kidnapped or killed. Isn't this very reckless of you? Have you not yet realized your value to your own people and your enemies? Many people will do anything to harm you (him included).

"Alone?"

You nodded again, "I've done this many times."

“However, it is still dangerous.” Childe reminds you.

You don't want to hear his protests, so you ask him a question: “What about you? Why are you here?”

Childe looked back at you, "I can't sleep."

A frown on your face. "Is the bed not to your liking?"

Childe shook his head quickly, “It's not like that. I'm just not sleepy." He says.

"Oh."

Silence fell upon you both. You are lucky enough that the wind blows even though it doesn't wash away the awkwardness between two people who are about to get married but, doesn't quite know each other. The cool night brings new ideas to your brain.

“Would you like to join me?”

"Allow me to come with the Princess."

Unexpectedly, the two of you are talking at the same time, with the same topic. Two pairs of different colored eyes stare at each other for a few moments before you are the first to laugh, finding the situation amusing.

As soon as your laughter died down, you spoke up saying: "Okay, I'll be your tour guide, Your Highness."

This night is full of strange things. At the banquet earlier, there was a guest who was too generous to offer you a large gold-plated frog statue. Then a group of noble ladies asked you to have a tea party tomorrow morning and made you order your ladies-in-waiting to prepare it. And as the closing, you sneaked out of the imperial palace with your soon-to-be husband who was secretly planning to kill you in the future.

Even if you believe that many stars stretch across the dark night sky, the light of the lanterns seems to dim them. On the streets where people pass by, you feel the warmth in your chest when you see their happy smiles.

Your birthday.. do they like it that much?

Crowds crowded the festival. All around them was the rhythm of musicians, echoing softly as drums were pounded to enliven the atmosphere. Meanwhile, the fireworks they continued to launch seemed endless. People carrying a variety of Liyuean street food in their hands.

To Childe, Liyue was a foreign land. However, now that he was standing here, he no longer found it a bad thing if it meant that he would continue to discover new things every day.

"Very crowded." You commented to yourself but, Childe who heard it realized the potential for the two of you to be separated or lost.

His hand is stretched high enough for you to catch it from the corner of your eye. Under the hood that shielded his face from the light, you stared into his blue eyes with yours widening.

"Take my hand. I don't want us to be separated here." He said followed by a smile.

At first, you looked at his big, naked hands with some doubt. However, when the fireworks exploded in mid-air once again—showcasing their colorful crown and making you excited to go further into the festival—you let Childe hold your hand.

Strange. Didn't you say you'd be the tour guide for this festival? Then, why was he the first to walk through the sea of people? Protecting you from colliding with others by putting you behind his broad back.

You end up visiting several tenants including one selling street food. From end to end you make sure your special guest try the sweet and savory that Liyue has to offer. Oddly enough, Childe has no problem with that other than not being able to use chopsticks (which you both solve by buying food that doesn't require one).

Your next stop is a person who sells various accessories and jewelry. Although it can't be compared to what you usually get from your father and other nobles, it's enough to make you approach enthusiastically.

“Come and find what you want! Lady, what kind of accessories are you looking for?” The merchant greets you as soon as you stand in front of his desk.

"Ah, let me have a look."

You swept your eyes at the merchandise. From brooches, necklaces, rings, bracelets, to hair accessories he sells. Your hands want to take a closer look at the pink hair pins, but you remember having something almost the same to this. You're not a big fan of jewelry so you have no intention of collecting anything similar.

"How about this one?"

Childe opened his mouth when you were about to excuse yourself for not finding what you wanted. When you turned around, you found him picking up a brooch. He lifts it close to you to reveal its leaf shape with diamonds that coincidentally have the same color as your eyes.

"It has the same color as your eyes." Childe said. The diamond he was talking about reflected the light of the lantern on it.

You smiled amused, "Do you think it's beautiful?"

Childe nodded, "Yes." You think he's referring to the diamond.

You took one more glance at the brooch. "Hmm, I guess that's not bad."

“No,” Childe said suddenly, making you look up at him in confusion. "I was talking about your eyes. I think you have beautiful eyes, Princess."

You didn't expect that, at all. And so, your mouth hung open for a few moments before muttering the quietest thank you. You watched as Childe showed the brooch to the old merchant, said he would buy it and then took some gold coins out of his pocket.

The warm wind blows again. The petals of the cherry blossom tree that you didn't even know existed danced in the air. As soon as you look up, you find the dark sky still stretched out, making you wonder if the night is still long.

After leaving the merchant earlier, Childe again cupped your hand in his. He splits the crowd and makes sure you stay behind him. That broad back... you wonder if he has the scars from all the battles he's survived. A battle that spreads fear at the utterance of the name 'Tartaglia'.

Then, you’re curious about one more thing.

If the circumstances were different—if he wasn't the same person who would wage war on your homeland, where would you two stand?

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kaeyas-beloved · 2 years

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And I Fall Again

Character: Childe

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Fic

Summary: It’s okay to break for one reason or more… but it doesn’t hurt any less

Warnings: Crying, unedited, gn!reader (you/your), one use of the word ‘damn’, reason for reader crying is unspecified, I wrote this at two in the morning I’m very sorry

a/n: For the times when you’re doing fine one moment only for the next to feel like the world’s crashing. Sooner or later you’ll bounce back. You might fall again, but you’ll climb back up once more.

The clock ticks 1:30 in the morning by time Ajax walks through the door. More often than not you’re already sound asleep, a space left for him to crawl into and cuddle with you once he’s ready. Tonight is a little different however, for the harsh but quiet sniffles alerts the male that you are the furthest thing from asleep.

Wasting no time, he rushes to your shared bedroom. When the door fully creaks open he’s met with darkness, the sole light being the moon strung high outside. Childe strains his eyes to find you and the second he does he’s on his knees beside you.

Some far off part of your mind acknowledges the arrival of your boyfriend but the other bit of you can’t be bothered to lift your head. All you want right now is to cry. So cry you do.

“Hey hey, why are you crying?” You feel the warmth of a hand on your shoulder as it gently rubs soothing strokes yet it does little to quench the newly formed onslaught of tears at the ginger’s query. Ocean eyes widen as Ajax momentarily remains helpless, stuck watching you ball your eyes out.

Childe is no stranger to breakdowns like these. He’s seen them in both his siblings and himself. As an elder brother he’s mastered ways to calm the lost souls of his siblings; for himself he’s found few ways to take his mind off of his troubles. For you though? You are a playing field the mighty Tartaglia has never stepped foot on - and never wanted to.

The smiles and laughs you so readily shared with him take root in his mind. Perhaps he had taken your happiness for granted, foolishly believing you’d remain content forever. That’s how he desired it after all, for you to be happy, always. Right now, you’re the furthest thing from it and it feels like a punch in the throat.

Childe is well tuned in emotions, so why hadn’t he picked up anything in you?

It feels like he’s failed you.

Ajax tries again, tries to sound softer, less pressuring. Though when it once more yields no results he moves on to the next best thing.

Encircling his arms around you, your lover pulls you onto his lap, back resting flush against the bed while you nuzzle into his shoulder. It’s not the most comfortable on the floor but it’ll have to do.

Words are replaced by firm kisses to your temple, silent I’m here’s. Never once did he stop running his hand along your back and ever chance he had he pulled you impossibly closer in hopes to drown you in loving warmth. Even as your tears stands his shirt, even as a mix of snot and spit would run into his slightly exposed skin, Ajax held you. And he refused to let go.

For you, everything felt muddled and clear at the same time. You’re below water yet have the perfect seat to experience everything. You sense every loving touch, every quiet, sweet sayings being spoken into your ear. But right now coherent words are off the table, both because your voice is too choked up but also because you know the moment you try to speak you’ll default into a blubbering mess again.

You want to answer his pleas for you to tell him what’s wrong. You really do, but you just can’t, not with how you are now. Even when you’re not trapped by emotion you weren’t the best at properly putting your feelings into spoken words. And it’s this revelation that sparks an idea.

Reluctantly your boyfriend losses his grip as you being to squirm. By now your full blown dibs have died to mere sniffles and ragged, hitched breaths, and every time either sound escapes you it’s another stab to Childe’s heart. But, he thinks, at least your no longer rooted to one spot, curled into a tiny ball in hopes to hide from the world.

Confusion mixes into his blue eyes as the male watches you grab a piece of paper and pen from the nearby desk. Plopping back in front of his you get to writing. It’s quick, frantic, nothing like how you’d usually compose anything you write. After about two minutes you finish, pretty much thrusting the paper into Childe’s hands.

It takes him just as long to read it as you took to write it and by the end his eyes are misty, lips downturned into a frown. Your letter - which is the closest thing he can call it - details how you got to now. From what you were doing before to what set you off, majority of the story is there. In his eyes, embracing you once more was the most appropriate response.

“It’s alright. I promise you it’s alright,” he repeats, gently nudging you to lean back so he can cup your tear tainted cheeks. “What you’re going through is the furthest thing from a straight shot. There are going to be ups and downs, but the fact that you’ve made it this far speaks volumes. If nothing else, know that I’m very proud of where you stand today. Very proud.” There was a seriousness in his gaze that he only got when he wanted to make sure you understood he meant every word he said.

Fresh tears roll down your face, “‘m sorry Ajax…”

“You have not a damn thing to be sorry for. I swear to be here for you every step of the way,” I’m the light of the moon you can spot Ajax lift up his pinky finger, the hint of a smile on his face, “pinky promise.”

The tiny laugh you let out couldn’t be helped as you raise your own baby finger before linking it with his, “you make a pinky promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinky promise, I throw you on ice.”

“The cold will kill the pinky that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.”

Giggling once more at the mildly childish way of promising (yet it’s the way so true to your beloved) you seal your promise with a kiss, a tinge of saltiness blending in with the usual sweetness. When you pull away a yawn rips through you, eyes beginning to droop and Childe takes this as his cue to guide you up to bed.

As you wrap yourself around him once more, Ajax replays that small smile you gave him minutes ago. For him, it symbolizes bright, solidifying hope that you will overcome this. You may not see it now but there is strength that rivals his own deep within you.

This is merely the first step to getting back on your feet, and he fully intends to walk with you every step of the way. He never breaks a promise after all and he’s not about to start.

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beardedblizzardstrawberry · 2 years

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‘Hot Soup for the Cold Weather’

Childe x reader

‘The Snezhnayan man himself brings himself back to the snowy land of the Tsaritsa’s after 5 years of constant war that he calls “trivial”. He can finally settle in peace when he returns to the place he considers as home’

W.C: 1.3k

A trail of hollow footprints...

Falling snowflakes...

Snow covered pine trees...

and crystallized lakes...

It’s been awhile since Childe’s been here. How long has it been? The orange haired man guesses to be several years. He doesn’t remember much of the place, but stepping in the icy realm brought familiarity and nostalgia.

Childe ceases his tracks and breathes in the minty air. The chillness of the air flowing through his lungs as he finally exhales. He can see the condensation of his breath.

He realises that the tip of his nose has turned into a shade of red. He sniffs. Since when has he ever been affected by the cold? Back in the days, the cold never bothered him. It really has been a long time. He must’ve gotten used to the blazing weather in Liyue.

Childe continues to walk through the woods. Many of the trees became bare and naked to the world. Necklaces of ice decorated the tall trees and they shimmer and gleamed through the night. His boots crunches the snow below him, indenting the icing layer.

At long last, he finds the starting point. The beginning of his journey to his desired destination. He grasps the straps of his bag and jogs to the pathway with the curve of his lips.

‘Just follow this path and you’ll make it there Ajax’

He thinks as he follows the path. Suddenly, the wind howls and big gust of wind transpires causing him to almost loose balance. Unluckily, his trapper hat escapes but he manages to catch it in time before it hits the ground. He begins dusting his hat before putting it back on and securing it.

All of a sudden, another squall occurs in which, this time, knocks him to the snow, face planted. Once again, the sound of nature howls as the trees dances along. Childe groans. At least his trapper hat is still on. He gets up and sees his features moulded in the layer of snow. He only squints at it.

Childe turns to look behind him and sees his stuff scattered. A sigh of discontent left his freezing lips. His teeth continuously clicking against each other as he rubs his gloved hands. He stares into the sky. The day will start resting as the night awakes.

He quickly stuffs the fallen items into his bag until he finds a precious picture frame. His eyes softens as he gazes the picture in front of him. It was him and his girlfriend with two brats making ugly faces. He chuckles as he recalls the memories of his kids. They were getting bored of making well mannered faces so they decided to add a sprinkle of fun ones instead. He remembers the scolding you gave them but all the kids did was try holding back their laughter.

He lowers his arm and stares at the never ending path (for now). He misses them, he admits. Several years later and his heart still yearns for them. He wonders if they’re still there. There's only one way to find out.

As every minute ticks, the darker the sky shades of grey. The lone man has already lit up a lamp he had brought with him. He wavers the thin burnt out stick and tosses it elsewhere. Now he feels a bit warmer. He carries on his trip, persevering through the frigid temperature.

By now the particles of snow swirls around with the wind. He covers the lamp with his hand to make sure the fire wouldn't blow out.

In the distance, he makes out an outline of a cottage. His eyes turns glossy at the sight as he begins to make a run towards it. He's finally here. He's finally going to see them!

Childe nearly trips on his way home. His feet digging into the crisp snow. The cottage before looms closer and closer as it grows in size in his perspective. He can discern light from inside.

He slows down as he reaches the porch of the cottage. He catches his breath, knees bent and his arms supporting his upper body.

Later, he stands up straight and begins knocking on the door. His heart starts pounding. The man doesn't know why he is nervous. He's going to see his family again. He should be excited.

Without him even noticing, the door creaked open, allowing the fiery light to seep out. A wave of warm air exited the cottage. Childe shuddered at the unexpected temperature change.

"Dad?"

When he hears the voice, Childe ultimately looks at the young man before him. Orange hair; blue eyes; freckles... They look nearly as identical to his own facial features. The boy must be in his teens with that height of his as well. His eyes widen at the view of his father.

They continue to look at each other as if they’re doing a staring competition. The silence breaks when footsteps can be heard from behind. It was another boy, much younger looking and features also similar to Childe’s.

He’s about to well up some tears upon seeing his flesh and blood. It has been far too long he realises. Both of them grew up well. They were once kids and now beginning the next phase of life. The atmosphere becomes sentimental all of a sudden... That is until someone decides to let out a snicker.

“Are you still a cry baby, Dad? Big bro, if he sees mom he’s going to start crying... haha”

Of course, it has to be the younger one of the two brothers. Some things just don’t change. For some reason, Childe doesn’t feel like dropping tears anymore. He swiftly curls his arm around his younger son’s head and ruffles his hear. It’s a lot more darker than his. More like the colour of red. He playfully manhandles him whilst the other titters, enjoying the action. It didn’t feel like he was gone for 5 years. At all....

Just then, you walk by and stop your track. You were dressed in a common Snezhnayan outfit holding a tray with a bowl of hot soup. You gasp as you stare at the orange haired man. The older brother swiftly grabs the tray before you even drop it. Childe’s heart ceases for a moment. You still look as gorgeous.

‘This must be a dream...’

“I- ack!”, he rubs his arms after the quick smack you give him. Your hands ball up into fists facing the floor with an angry pout. Childe feels as if his imaginative ears folded back.

“Bastard”, you mumble. Instantly, you wrap your arms around him. How many years has it been since you felt this way? “I thought you were-”. He can hear the sniffles. You finally let your emotions out. For so long you’ve always wondered if he’s even alive at this point. 5 years without him. 5 years without a single notion about him. And suddenly, he appears out of nowhere. With him in your embrace, you’re assured that this is the real him and not some illusion your mind made up.

“Hey... I’m back now”, he says as he strokes your soft hair. “You know I wouldn’t end it all just like that”. You wipe the salty essence that trickle down your face and snuffle your runny nose. “I know you wont, but...I just can’t help but worry. Waiting for you all these years without knowing if you’re living or not...scares me to death...”

The atmosphere quietens. The sky has gone completely dark. The celestial ball settles high in the night with armies of shimmering stars sifted by the gods. They illuminate the darkness and the icicles distinguishes themselves competitively for who shines the brightest.

You gently pull yourself away from the Fatui. Your hands rises to reach his pearl-like face. Caressing as he closes his eyes to the soft touches your hands are gifted with.

Home...

The sound of your voice he can hear. Like little melodies that will linger in the core of his memories. He misses your voice. He’s glad to be alive.

You give him a comforting smile.

“Welcome home... Ajax”

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mistachesme · 2 years

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Only good boys catch feelings (Pt -1)

cw: explicit sex, angst, insecure thoughts, mentions of bad parents

Synopsis: No strings with childe could be a mistake.

A/n: This is why communication is important guys

Summer never felt good to you. It is hot. It makes you miserable. More than anything, you feel unexplainable sadness when you don’t see him around that often. Unlike him you have a lot of time, so, you daydream about him; fantasize about him, and worry about your relationship with him.

You are in love with him. Undeniably so. Yet, you can’t let him know that. It would make things difficult between you, him ………. and her. If anything Tartaglia is busier than ever. Seeing you only twice a week makes you wonder if he sees her more than you.

Imagine your surprise when he shows up one rainy summer night at your door. Your eyebrows furrow at his drenched shirt, rimmed eyes, and lips that curve up in a half-hearted smile. You pull him immediately inside your flat with no questions asked. But your mind is racing with a myriad of questions that gives you a headache.

Did you and her fight? Are you going to stop seeing her? Are you going to stop seeing me?

That night he was rough with you. Pulling your hips against his more frantically than ever. He silences your unquestioning lips with his. But, your heart soars with happiness and sadness. Happy to see him. Sad that she’s the reason.

When you brush his cheeks with your fingers with so much care, you felt pathetic.

Yet, he presses a gentle kiss against your palms when you let go of his cheeks. His eyes used to be devoid of any emotions; empty. But now, there’s a gleam in his eyes.

“What is it?” You tentatively ask.

“You look happy to see me.” He simply states. “That makes me happy.”

You smile at him. The first genuine smile of many. And that night you didn’t think of her and he lingers in your bed for a little longer.

In the morning when you wake up, he’s not next to you.

You act dismissive when he compliments you. Not that you hated them. You don’t know how else to tell him that you never received genuine compliments from your family or anyone you cared about. So you brush them off as if they meant nothing to you when they meant the world.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into your skin. It is getting harder for you to breathe the normal way. Embarrassingly enough, your body is so honest when it’s him that’s touching you.

You gulp when you feel his fingers trace little figures on your bare thighs. How he remains nonchalant, you never know. When simple touch like this makes your heart go frenzy.

"You like it when I touch you, angel?" He whispers right into your ears. You flinch at the sudden feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive skin.

You do. Ever since he walked into your room wearing sweat pants hanging too low on his waist, you've been itching to undress him and feel his cock.

Instead, you stutter something like, "You look different today."

"I do?" He huffs out a laugh, amused by your comment.

"Yeah..." You pause and look away from his smug face. "You look happy today. Did you meet someone special?"

It was meant to come out as a joke at the same time not really. Your heart is beating fast now. This time not from excitement but out of anxiety.

Perhaps falling in love with him isn't your greatest mistake, but encouraging this kind of relationship despite knowing that he's in love with someone else is.

It all started going downhill - when you found him tangled with her in his sheets.

At that time you didn't say anything. What would you even say when you guys aren't even in a relationship? You meant nothing to him. But it’s bugging you. Helplessly you thought of ways to bring up the time you walked into his apartment and found out he was seeing her too. But you chicken out every single time.

You should have never agreed to this arrangement. Who in their right mind would want to be friends with benefits with someone they have someone else?

"Maybe I'm happy to see you ~" he coos, hovering over you in your bed.

You swear you saw something flickering in his eyes. Soft and loving. Before it's gone.

Suddenly, it stings. You would trade anything to be with him. But lately, your insecurities have been keeping you up at night.

Any day he's late or won't answer your calls, your mind conjures up the thoughts of what position he might be fucking her.

You jolt when you feel him grip your hips a little too hard.

"Eyes on me, pretty." He commands almost too sweetly. "Don't want you to think about anyone but me."

You should be saying that to him, you think to yourself with a frown.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead.

"Is something bothering you?" He murmurs against your skin.

This prompts you to grip his shirt, helpless to your inner turmoil. You love him so much but he's not yours.

Caged between his body, you never felt so trapped with feelings.

You try not to moan when his lips descend lower and lower. They feel soft against your skin. Warm and welcoming.

He hums in appreciation when your body shivers as he brushes his lips against your cheeks.

His hands are fumbling with your shirt. Unbuttoning it open in his haste to feel your skin against his palms.

“I want you to relax.” he’s babbling into your ears. “Want you to feel good.”

“Feels so good, Ajax.” she whimpers wrapping her legs around his waist as he pounds frantically into her. “You always make me feel good.”

Your eyes fall open when he moves his lips against yours. Yet you remain immobile. Lifeless.

He pulls away to take a look at you with concern.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, brushing your cheeks with his fingers tenderly.

“Can you not -“ you stop yourself, frustrated. The feeling won’t go away. “Just please don’t kiss me.”

You whisper the last part softly.

Tartaglia brings out a kaleidoscope of emotions from you. Love, sadness, hurt, happiness. And now, confusion.

You are confused to see him flinch with hurt written all over his face. Lips down turned and eyebrows pulled together - you dont understand how he manages to remain cute.

“Why not?” he demands, caging you with his hands on either side of your face. He eyes your lips with so much want and the fact that he doesn’t even hide it makes your insides go frenzy. “We always do that.”

Your fingers trace his exposed collarbones, absentmindedly, thinking of an answer. When he notices the slight distraction in your face, he brings up your face to him, and ignoring your wide eyes, he kisses you.

You find out it’s easier to drown in him, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He slips a satisfied hum when you part your lips even more for him.

“You are mean to me, today,” he complains. But you know he’s not mad at you ‘cause there’s a hint of a smile.

“Tell me, baby,” he inhales, lips moving to mark your neck now. Just below your jaw, he leaves a wet kiss. “What’s bothering you lately?”

You stifle a moan at the feeling of his fingers returning to pry your shirt open. The question ‘are you seeing someone is right at the tip of your tongue, he just needs to coax it out of you.

The sound of fabric tearing open startles you.

“Sorry” his lips return to kiss you firmly again in apology. “I just need you so bad. I will buy any clothes you want. Just - just let me feel you.”

So, you let him.

Most days you don’t give a single thought about why your love life is miserable like this. Some days you blame it on your father. His negligence and your traumatized childhood might be the reason why your taste in men sucks.

If there’s anything, you inherited from your pathetic father, it’s cowardice.

You felt like a huge coward for not voicing your insecurities at times he’s listening to you intently.

“Are you seeing someone?”

To say you are surprised that this is coming from him is an understatement.

You are out with him this time at your favorite restaurant. You watch him tell your order to the waiter with a smile. It warms your heart that he memorized the dishes you liked.

You wonder bitterly if he remembered the things she loved but you immediately brush that thought away.

But hope brims in your heart at his sudden interest in you when he asked you that question.

“No… I’m not.” You blurt out. You hope you didn't just imagine him sighing in relief at your answer. Maybe you are going crazy.

“Are… are you?” you finally stammer the words you've been meaning to ask him. Suddenly, you don’t know if you want to know the answer.

“Not really.” He replies with a tight smile. Your heart squeezes in pain.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

“I see.” you smile at him sweetly.

You eat silently, lost in your thoughts as he rambles about his day.

Noticing your silence, he inquires if the food is up to your liking. You nod and thank him for taking you out.

“Hey, Ajax,” You call out his name rather reluctantly. “How long are we going to do this?”

He stiffens at your question.

“What do you mean?” His eyes are wide and pleading as if he knows what you are going to say next.

“Let’s stop seeing each other.”

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