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#genshin impact childe x reader
anantaru · 9 months
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childe seeing his s/o with a kid ( siblings, cousins, etc ) and he’d be all dazed and soft
when they get home he would tell them “what if we had our own?” “let’s have a kid” 😞😞😞😞😞
cw. childe wants babies with you, gn! reader
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childe with a baby fever and the strong harbinger without a single doubt shed, cannot possibly hide his excitement for the life of him. he watches you play with teucer, all day long, how you cheered boisterously and it made him not far from rippling of happiness.
your bright, flashing eyes were all it took for him to silently call you over, without his brother noticing, and in the blink of an eye childe trapped you in between his broad, homely arms, "you‘re cute." he smiles against your ear, his hands, ever so carefully cascading up and down your body.
you chuckle back, playfully rolling your eyes but your face burns regardless, pretty much one of the many things he'd do that would twirl you into a flustered mess, all sense of self control slithering down and changing expression, "you‘re cuter." although frankly, there‘s only so much teasing and playing around you can muster yet when such compliments came from childe— receiving them from him, your welcoming reactions cannot be missed by anybody.
"what if we get our own?" he was getting very interested in the proceeding, and so were you. it's not like you haven't thought about having your own family with ajax, while it was quite surprising that he would mention it just like that, without missing a beat yet so awfully random that it fit him so very well. his hot, comforting breath was shadowing over the nook of your neck, a sharp intake of air following suit.
the man nips at your ear, just with his lips, as you sputtered and struggled to find the right words. but you must say something, you want to tell him that you desired starting a family with him as much as he seemed to be— and butterflies spread around your stomach as you turn around to face him at last, making up your mind.
"you mean it?"
at your simple yet meaningful response, childe feels like he was on top of the world, conquered the various nations around teyvat and was made its undying king. an intoxicating thrill was taking him hostage, if you so demanded it he would immediately start putting your wish to play, placing it upfront his duties, yet before he scares you away, he listlessly hoists his palm up to cup your warm cheek.
"i mean it."
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lexsssu · 5 months
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Season (Childe | Tartaglia)
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TAGS: Childe/Dragoness!reader, a/b/o, heats/ruts, pregnancy, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.
“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again—”
“Fuck you, Tartaglia”
“Fuck me yourself, girlie. Or are you too scared because you’re a little lizard instead of the big bad dragon you keep saying you are~?”
You grit your teeth and huff in annoyance, crossing your arms as you tried in vain to ignore the shit-eating grin present on the Fatui Harbinger’s face.
“In your dreams”
“But you’re already in my dreams, girlie. And don’t even get me started on the kind of dreams you appear in, buuuuut let’s just say it involves a lot less clothes and talking~”
“Why you…!”
The ginger-haired male grinned as he nursed his bright red cheek, blue eyes never leaving your form even as you left in a furious huff. He knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, the heady scent of an aroused omega that lay just beneath your own natural scent of smoke and flaming flowers.
You’ll come crawling to him soon enough.
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And apparently he didn’t have to wait too long.
Spring itself had creeped in once more and with it, the inexplicable urge to mate. Just as animals hurriedly chirped, squawked, built nests, and all other ways to attract a possible mate, so did those born as alphas and omegas feel the stirrings of their primal nature trying to break through the surface.
Despite how much humanoids liked to think that they were above mere beasts, their secondary nature proved time and time again that they were merely rational animals capable of being as depraved and feral as any beast. For someone who was more in tune with their beastly nature, (You who proudly flaunted your draconic self as being a full dragon who merely chose to take on a more human form), made this season particularly unbearable.
“Well, well, well will you look at that…” the Fatui Harbinger licked his lips as his eyes darkened and dilated at the sight of you writhing against your bed in nothing but the thin piece of cloth that passed for smallclothes in Liyue. “Seems you’re having a bit of trouble there, girlie. Lucky for you I was passing by Wangshu Inn for some official business when I smelled how...distressed you were.”
“Is there anything I can possibly help you with~?”
If he didn’t have any self-restraint then he’d have rushed into your room the moment he first caught the scent of your heat, of your pheromones that beckoned him to partake of the sweet slick that dripped down your pussy which begged to be filled by a hard, alpha cock. Childe was already rock solid the moment he knew you were here, but he held himself back because he knew that the rewards he would reap from his small sacrifice will be worth all the wait.
You knew that this world had such a thing as secondary natures, namely Alphas, Betas, & Omegas. You’ve heard and read content that revolved around such a thing, but actually waking up in such a world and becoming a part of this dynamic was another thing altogether.
You knew that Omegas felt terrible during their heats without a partner to alleviate them, but archons above you didn’t know it felt this horrible!
Your body felt scorching hot, your throat felt absolutely parched, and the constant stream of wetness that had undoubtedly ruined your sheets was simply unbearable. Sadly, without an alpha to tend to your body’s needs you were left in agony for the better part of an hour already.
Mayhaps whatever beings had hurtled you through time and space into Teyvat felt sorry enough at your suffering, because you smelled Childe even before he opened the door to your room. You don’t even question how he managed to come in when you always locked the door, because all you wanted at this point was for him to quell the heat that threatened to consume you.
“Ch-childe...please…! It’s...it’s too hot!!!”
“Too hot? Where is it too hot? You gotta be more specific or else I can’t help”
The smirking ginger looked downright devious as he stood perfectly still just beside your bed, making no move to get closer even as the bulge in his pants twitched and tented against the fabric. Being this close to you when you were so ripe, so fertile and ready to be taken by him was taking every ounce of self-control in him.
You were close to breaking down in tears as relief was so close yet so far in the face of this sadistic man. Serves you right for pretending that he didn’t make your heart race whenever he deliberately provoked you with his silver tongue, that he didn’t make the most primal side of yourself purr & rumble with satisfaction whenever he showed his capabilities as a potential mate. 
“Here…! It feels too hot and empty here!!!” You press your hand against your pelvic area, specifically the exact spot where your womb was located. “It wants...no, it HAS to be filled up or I’ll die!”
There was no other way to describe the entirety of your feelings right now. Your body was ready and begging to be mated until you were practically overflowing with your alpha’s cum and pupped without question.
His cock twitched involuntarily, straining against its confines even more fervently at your words. He probably shouldn’t become so impossibly aroused (at least more so than he already was) right now, but can anyone blame him when the girl of his dreams was in front of them and begging so adorably?
“Please...I want you. I’ve always wanted you, but was just too stubborn to say it. You’re the only one I want so please…”
With the last remnants of your rationality, you ripped off the dudou from your body and with shaking hands spread your lower lips to show him the slick that generously dripped out of your twitching hole.
“...fill me up with your love”
With your admission, Childe’s own final thread of self-restraint snapped as he descended upon you like the ravenous beast you’d made him into. Propped up on your knees, hands pinned to the bed by his own and fingers intertwined, the young man prodded at the spot where your scent gland was with his nose before teasing the area with gentle licks and light nibbling.
“Hey, make sure to scream my name, okay? Oh, it’s Ajax by the way.”
You had no time to digest this secret he so generously provided you, not when he’d plunged the entirety of his cock inside your pussy until you could feel the tip nudging at the entrance to your womb.
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It is only during the same season the year after begrudgingly acknowledging your attraction to the smooth-talking harbinger that you manage to find the time to meet with his family in Snezhnaya. However, you are not alone as you naturally brought along the product of your debauched and frantic mating the year before.
Teucer is over the moon at the knowledge of being a little uncle to the snoozing child in your arms, whereas the older members of Childe’s family including his older siblings and parents coo at your baby and congratulate you for taming the wayward boy you called your mate.
Such congratulations only received an eye roll from said boy, opting instead to possessively wrap an arm around your waist and prop his chin against your shoulder. He raised no objections from his family’s words seeing as they were all true anyway. Rather, he is comforted by the heat of your body and the sight of your precious child while surrounded by the warm wishes of the family that raised him.
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instant-delusions · 5 months
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𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗼 : 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀
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ajax/tartaglia/childe x afab! reader smut
cw: fluff, idiots in love 😔, alcohol, cursing, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
a/n: nr 1 genshin hater back writing genshin smut
there are two things fontaine is overflowing with : water & secrets.
on the surface, the nation looks bubbly and exciting (or... enticing) . though, much like the hydro archon herself, it's putting on a show to hide a disaster coming. with all the adventuring and traveling you did, this instance is definitely the most mind-boggling, a weak-ish celebrity archon, two magician siblings and a nation doomed to drown. interesting, to say the least.
paimon and you decided to stroll around the bustling city centre, looking for some fontainian food to get your mind off of things. suddenly, your giddy companion stopped floating, grabbing your arm tightly, "look!" she sqeaked, pointing at somebody. ginger hair, red scarf loosely falling off his shoulder, slanky body wrapped in a grey outfit - it's none other than, "childe!" paimon whisper-yelled. gaping at him, you stopped in your tracks.
said man felt eyes on him and shifted, trying to see who's attention he caught this time. stuffing the last piece of croissant down his mouth, he chewed and turned around - locking eyes with his beloved traveler. "mpfh!" he grinned, quickly making his way towards the two of you. noticing your stunned demeanor, ajax swallowed quickly and ignored paimon's inquisitive questions, studying the look on your face instead. "if it isn't my lovely traveler!" he exclaimed, making you snap out of your weird daze.
you were shocked, of course. not just by tartaglia's presence, but also by the interesting emotion resulting from it. after everything you discovered about him, it was safe to say that he was caring, charming and good. obviously, you considered him a friend, but friends don't make you feel this way - they don't give you butterflies, and they don't make you fuzzy with a smile. it's weird. feeling paimon grow quiet raising a brow at your uncharacteristic silence, you huffed and cleared your throat. "what are you doing here, childe?". he told you about how he was feeling down and thought traveling would make him cheer up. "did you choose fontaine because of their famous wine?" chuckling, he feigned heartbreak. "what, are you disrespecting shnezhnayan vodka? I'm offended."
sitting down at your hotel's restaurant, childe immediately asked about your adventures in sumeru. while you stuttered something about wanderer and the doctor, about their delicious food and skilled fighters, he leaned on his hand, sipping on his aged, dark red wine. curious, you asked for a taste as well, silently letting your taste buds accommodate the rich flavors.
paimon knew. after a good two hours, she saw the way childe shifted closer to you, laughing heartfully at your tipsy demeanor. she saw how he touched you and how his eyes lit up everytime you spoke. she also noticed your rose tinted cheeks and how you leaned in when he talked about his family, how you giggled freely at his jokes. surprisingly, she felt a mixture of worry and excitement filling her, for she knows how troubled your soul has been lately, seeing her traveler happily crushing on someone (even if it's annoying, arrogant, childish childe)...she encouraged it. "(y/n)... I'm sleepy!" paimon announced, snatching the room keys from your pocket. "I'm going. don't-" she raised a finger at tartaglia, "do anything stupid."
after hours of tipsy chatter, childe insisted on bringing you up to your room. "I don't wanna gooo..." you whined, clinging onto his arm with a sweet pout. internally, said man was exploding with affection, feeling weirdly dutiful, protecting you as if you were a little bunny stranded in the snowy mountains of his home country. arriving at your room's door, something doomed on you. paimon had the keys. paimon who's sleeping peacefully in your bed right now.
"uh...tartaglia?" you looked up to him, receiving a small 'hm?' sound in response. "paimon has my keys."
paimon has her keys.
ajax leaned onto the wall smugly, lips spreading into a sly grin. "ahh..see, my dear traveler, I'd invite you to my room, but..." he leaned closer to your face, his breath fanning over your forehead. "but...?" you inclined, hearing him exhale dramatically. "you've been so cute today, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of you." childe trailed a finger along the softness of your cheek, watching a rosy color bloom on it again. feeling overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, you stepped back, averting his hot gaze. you slumped down next to the door and whined, "I'd rather sleep on the floor."
needless to say, tartaglia did not let you sleep on the floor. he dragged you all the way to his room, feeling responsible for your safety (which he usually only does regarding his family). "c'mon, (y/n). change into this." he threw one of his shirts at you and gestured to the bathroom. quietly closing the door behind you, you started to undress and pulled the tee on, which smelled of dill and wood. you scrunched your brows in frustration, thinking about how the fuck you ended up in this situation while longingly smelling the fabric.
quickly, you made your way over to the couch situated beneath the window, only to be pulled back by a tongue-clicking ginger. "my (y/n), I would never let you sleep on the couch! please, take the bed." he said all gentlemanly, causing you to giggle and whisper a 'thank you.'. pulling back the covers, you sighed at the softness of the mattress, feeling like you're sinking into a fluffy sheep. suddenly, you felt the bed dip beside you and shrieked. "childe?!", receiving his signature smirk, you felt all shy again seeing his handsome features so close to you. he mumbled something about not wanting to take the couch either and snaked his arm around you, pulling you close. a sudden wave of comfort came crashing down, you felt his chest heaving with breaths and his skin all warm and soft. he trusted you to be this close. snuggling closer, you heard him exhale peacefully. it's weird, you thought. definently a good weird, but weird - you've seen this man with a crazed expression on his face, electricity crackling around him, you've seen him loud and charming. this is new, but you definitely liked domestic ajax.
nothing could be heard except some whirring outside the hotel, probably stemming from some sort of machine, which means the warmth erupting inside your belly has been getting hard to ignore. obviously, you couldn't deny childe's touching and flirting left you a bit ... needy. his pretty looks, mixed with his enticing personality totally got to you! you might be inexperienced, but with your inability to back down from a fight and the magic of liquid courage, you decided to take the first step. shyly shifting your ass against his crotch, you freezed at his instant hot exhale, ajax' hands coming up to your hips.
"m not sleepy." he said, propping his head up with an arm, blue eyes gazing down at you. nodding in agreement, you reached up, playing with one of his red strands. "feeling a bit more confident?" he asked, pulling you closer by the arm on your hip, making your bodies press against each other. you gasped, the ghost of his name on your tongue, as he buried his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. feeling his lips softly pressing against your skin, you laid down on your back, arms snaking around his body to guide him on top of you. "oh?" ajax leaned back to muster your face, seeing a mixture of excitement, smugness, and fear. "my, my. I like this side of you, lovely traveler." he commented, making you smile. "I really wanna do this..." you started, giggling at the way he hummed, clearly pleased with your statement, "but?" he inquired, his voice nevertheless laced with care. he softly played with your hair as he waited for your answer. "I'm...I've never...", you heard him gulp. "it's okay, (y/n). I'll take the lead, as always." he winked at you, making you huff. "don't remember you ever winning any of our fights, childe." he laughed, the sound making you giddy. slowly, he started to wander your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire behind. you felt your breath hitch and his growing heavier with each new, intimate part he discovered. slowly, he moved his hands underneath your (his) tee, resting them on your waist. "kiss?" he whispered, smiling at the way you nodded in response. leaning down, you felt the ghost of his lips on yours, "this your first as well?". his lips softly moved against yours as he spoke, barely touching them, barely a kiss. impatient, you guided him by his cheeks, elated as he finally pressed against you fully. his hands snaking to your hair, you enthusiastically nibbed and sucked on each other's lips, the idea of 'going slow' melting away after every kiss. ajax nudged against your lower lip with his tongue, to which you opened happily.
the sound of wet slurps and rustling of clothes filled the room, the harbinger tugging off your shirt with fervor. "mh, what...?" you questioned, feeling him dipping lower on your body, pressing kisses on your neck, to the valley between your boobs, your lower stomach, and the top of your thighs. "милая (rus. pretty), can I see? can I take them off?" you nodded feverishly, bringing your hips up, while watching him tug off your panties clumsily - he must be very hot and bothered too. at the sight of your weeping, wet pussy he gasped, cock straining against his pyjama pants uncomfortably. ajax felt so incredibly drunk, not off the wine earlier, but off the thought of finally having you. his lovely traveler. you watched as he moved between your thighs, a sort of wild look in his eyes - pupils blown and eyebrows scrunched, it was incredibly hot. his eyes moved from your pussy to your eyes, asking for permission quietly, which you granted by opening your legs further.
ajax pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jump cutely and continued to lick a long stripe down your cunt, collecting the juices leaking from it. feeling a sudden rush of need, he hooked his arms around your thighs, pressing his tongue flatly against you, delighted by the way you twitched for him. he heard you moan and whine, your hands tangling into his ginger hair to press him closer. moving back up, ajax switched between sucking your clit and lolling his tongue in infinity shapes around it. you arched your back with a shout of his name, flexing your thighs against his head, trapping him (not that he complained). "fuck, ajax, i'm-" said man dug his face deeper into you, failing to notice his inability to breathe. licking longer, harder stripes against your pussy to make you cream against his face more. there's nothing he wanted, no, needed more. with one final, aggressive buck against him, you came with a loud scream - neither you nor ajax cared for anyone hearing you.
the harbinger let you calm down, though he honestly couldn't hold back much longer. his cock leaking against his briefs as he watched your sloppy pussy twitch in the aftermath of his work. your body's curves kissed by the soft light coming from the stores outside. there's lots of things that are distressing him, but for this night and for any other day you grace him, his heart is at peace. you watched as he stood up to hover above you, pants and boxers scattered on the floor. smiling, you wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed him. "you're pretty." ajax was caught off guard, smiling back bashfully at you. he whispered a quiet 'thank you' and guided your legs around his waist.
"mh. I want you." he stated, biting your neck softly. his hardened cock was pressing against your inner thigh and you moved to touch it. aroused by the low moan coming from him, you pressed your thumb to his leaking tip, smearing it around until finally deciding to wrap your hand around him. ajax' was pale, long, and had a pretty pink tip - though he didn't let you commit to memory much, yanking your hand away. " 'm sorry, need you." he whimpered, bringing his own hand down to guide his cock to your entrance. you mewled once he slowly eased himself in, feeling how he stretched you out nicely, and how his dick throbbed and twitched inside.
ajax could hardly contain himself, your pussy wrapped around his cock was probably the best thing he's ever felt. you were warm and wet, moaning for him so prettily. his heart was beating so quick - the situation so intense and intimate, his eyes glossed over. he leaned down to kiss your neck again, finally pushing in completely. nudging your cervix with his tip and curving into you perfectly. he felt you squirm impatiently and let out a strained chuckle, almost cooing at your cuteness. the harbinger leaned back, wanting to see your expressions once he utterly fucks you out. some of your wetness leaked out just by him pulling out slowly, making you whimper out in embarrassment. ajax pushed in again quickly, establishing a deep, eager pace. your tits and curves jiggled everytime his hips thrust forward, making him hungry to grab at you. he swiped his thumb over your nipples and pushed his fingers deep into your skin, losing himself to the feeling of you. his traveler flooded his mind and body completely. "a-ajax, please." you didn't know what you were begging for, tears and spit ran down your face as you pressed your lips against his messily, making him groan into the kiss. hearing him curse in a language you didn't understand, you arched your back in response, making his brows furrow in concentration. "you're... you're gonna be the death of me." he snapped his hips against you sloppily, balls hitting your wet thighs, making the room echo with ungodly sounds. you felt your high approaching quickly, shuddering against ajax' body with vigor, babbling something nonsensical to him. though, he seemed to understand, nodding and picking up his pace. "come, please (y/n), come for me. господи! (rus. my god)". your whole body spasmed, as if you were either falling down the abyss or ascending to celestia - your vision became blurry, and your anchored yourself grabbing onto ajax, who came immediately after seeing your teary face while reaching your high, filling you with his warm seed as he collapsed onto you.
you were the first to come back to your senses, moving your bodies sideways. drawing stars on your harbingers back to ease him back into reality. he mumbled something along the lines of "sorry paimon, might've done something stupid".
there were two things you were overflowing with right now: love and... stickiness. but mostly love.
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pix3lplays · 4 months
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I'm so exicted to see you writing for genshin. Can we have Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and maybe Ayato (feel free to left any of them out if you don't feel like writing for him) reacting to reader telling them that she would like to start family? Thank you in advance! You are doing so amazing here as a writer i love your works
That’s so cute let’s do it! I’ll do Kaeya, Diluc and Childe!
and thank you for being so kind to me! I hope you enjoy what I came up with!
Tw! Reader gets pregnant
-telling the Genshin men you want to start a family-
Kaeya: Kaeya is, at first, extremely excited at the prospect of starting a family with you. But as time goes on, and the two of you get closer and closer to that future you were imagining, he begins to be overwhelmed with his anxiety. He’s anxious to be a father. He doesn’t want his kids to turn out like him. He wants them to have a good, happy life, filled with peace, and he wants them to be able to live without shame. So he’s nervous. And he’s not afraid to tell you. But when you calmly take his face in your hands and kiss his cheeks and promise he’ll be an amazing father, suddenly, in that moment, everything seems okay.
Diluc: Oh goodness. At first this man replies with a firm, “no,” and then he tries to get out of it by saying, “we already have the hawk,” when you’re insistent that you really do want to have children with him. It’s not that he doesn’t Want to have children with you, he’s just the type of man who’s Convinced he wasn’t meant to be a father. He never imagined himself settling down and raising kids, and he’s always had a problem with communication so he has a Hard time expressing this to you. Until it happens by accident. He’s…not ready. He’s scared. He doesn’t know what to do or say but it’s all happening, and it’s happening so fast. He tries to be gentler with you, try to not take his frustration over the situation out on you…but he is STRESSED. Still. There is something almost…soothing about watching you, draped in his coat, pregnant with his baby, as you rock back and forth in your favorite rocking chair.
Childe: He’s very surprised, to say the least. One of those guys who follows up the question of: “Do you want to have a family?” with “are you already pregnant?” Turns out you were, and it was time for Childe to take some responsibility. He’s a free spirit though, that’s for sure, and he’s not ready to be tied down with parental responsibilities yet. But it’s happening, and he needs to learn how to deal with it. Quickly. At first you were almost afraid he was going to leave you over the accidental, sudden pregnancy, but he actually sticks around, he’s just…not sure how to behave himself around you now. He liked you because you were strong. But now you’re fragile, and he’s not sure how to treat fragile people. Still, to your surprise he’s doing his best to be a proper boyfriend, even though he makes a Lot of mistakes. He’ll warm up to the idea of having a family with you, you just need to give him time. And he does get a sort of pride when he watches you waddle around pregnant with his baby.
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kiryoutann · 3 months
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At his ripe age for marriage, Emperor Shiva ought to be more concerned with finding a wife than he is with a letter he held between his thumb and forefinger while standing in a state of shock. His birthday banquet is in two days; he should have busied himself overseeing the décor preparations and entertainment for the overseas guests, not clamping his jaw, crumpling the paper into a ball, and throwing it angrily.
"Childe.. how dare he..!" Shiva shouted, turning to face his confidant. "How dare he do something so... vile!"
From his outraged reaction, the confidant deduced that Emperor Childe had done something as awful as stab him in the back. That seems to be what he would do. But he recalled the rumors that the Snezhnayan ruler had put to death a number of his nobles for grave defamation of Liyue. He was young, yet brave enough to take drastic measures for the crimes committed during his reign. If he still harbored secretly wicked intentions toward the great Liyue empire, he shouldn't have bothered to do that, right?
So, the confidant ventured to ask: "Your Majesty, is everything all right?"
“Are you blind? Of course not!" He shoved the paper against his confidant's chest and paced back and forth in uneasiness as he waited for him to finish reading.
The handwriting was neat, still easy to read even though the paper was crumpled—thanks to Shiva. Although Liu—the poor confidant's name—kept sweeping his eyes, he couldn't help but feel guilty for reading private letters written by other people to other people. Thinking that this should only be a conversation between the Empress of Snezhnaya and the Emperor of Liyue didn't help either.
Nothing you've written is unfavorable; nothing even remotely resembles a threat or your mention of any mistreatment. It merely contained your sincere apologies to Shiva for having to send someone to attend on your and Childe's behalf, and for being unable to go due to severe morning sickness, which is typical of pregnancy's second trimester. His eyes widen. That's surprising, nonetheless, not a bad thing. He congratulated you in his heart.
Liu furrowed his brows, lowering the letter to stare at the Emperor. “Your Majesty?” he called.
Shiva halted in mid-step and fixed him with piercing eyes. "Have you read it?" His voice was firm, demanding.
“Yes, I have, but I..” When Liu sensed Shiva's intense gaze, he paused and let his words hang. As he once more held the letter up, he forced a hard swallow. “Apologies, perhaps I missed a point—”
"She's pregnant.”                                
Liu paused once more as his mind tried to make sense of anything. "She's pregnant." His mind went over the two phrases, trying to find something vile out of it. He stopped thinking when he felt his scalp heat up. Was this supposed to be a riddle? Before he could answer (and risk himself for failing to understand once again), Shiva blew a harsh breath from his mouth. He clenched his fists tightly, popping the veins under his skin. His handsome face were tarnished by a wrath that Liu couldn't place.
"She's pregnant. He impregnated her.” Shiva made sure to emphasize the “he” part.
From all the emphasis on his words and the movement of his fingers to accentuate everything, Liu still couldn't understand; at this point he believed he had suddenly lost his intelligence and was left with only one very overworked brain cell. He would grow wrinkles from furrowing his brows for the umpteenth time. Shiva took another sharp breath before pacing back and forth.
"Congratulations to the Emperor and Empress of Snezhnaya..?" Liu said doubtfully.
Shiva shook his head vigorously. So, it wasn't a congratulation he wanted to hear. Liu followed the Emperor briskly into his dressing room, where he saw him pick up a luggage and place it on the crimson couch. Like a madman, he took most of his clothes and stuffed it all in without even bothering to fold it properly. His confidant hastily stopped him.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing?”
The long-haired man grabbed his sword from the display and swung it open too fast that he nearly struck Liu. "I have to go to Snezhnaya." He spoke while looking at the steel and his reflection in it.
"What?!" Liu's heart skipped a beat as he hadn't expected his intonation to be that loud. He cleared his throat, then corrected: “Apologies, Your Majesty. But, are you sure?"
"Yes. Bring the maids here to prepare my belongings.” Shiva gave up trying to get all of his clothes into one luggage. He slowly placed his sword on his bed and rested his palms on his hips.
"But what of your birthday banquet in two days' time?”
“Ah, you're right.” Liu almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Shiva had returned to his right mind. Shiva's next words dashed those expectations, however, as he chose to open his mouth and utter, "Send out a letter to everyone, informing them that the banquet is canceled! I shall spend my birthday week in Snezhnaya."
“B-But, Your Majesty!”
“Now, fetch me the maids. I must cleanse myself and my belongings require to be packed.” Shiva commanded as he took off his robe, leaving only his trousers on. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror but noticed that Liu hadn’t left the room. In response, the Emperor’s head rotated sharply, and his gaze went over to him with an intense expression. “What are you waiting for? Hurry and summon the maids!” he snapped.
With a huff, Liu hastily left the room and almost slipped (he cursed himself for being so unfortunate today). Maids came soon after in a rush, some preparing a warm bath for Shiva, while other maidens packed his belongings quickly and efficiently without daring to ask questions; no one ever dared to question the things Emperor Shiva did, even if they were rather illogical to the normal mind.
The news of your brother’s impromptu visit was relayed to you by Countess Sasha, who entered your reading room, bowed, and stated that Emperor Shiva was now residing within the Emerald Palace. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you considered this revelation. Previously, during every trip to Snezhnaya, Shiva had always decided to live in the mansion he owned rather than the palace grounds. As you set down your book, you attempted to stand upright from your seated position with the assistance of Ksenia and Laura, who were each clasping one of your hands.
Your face remained puzzled, with questions about the sudden change. Why? Wasn’t there a birthday banquet scheduled for the very next day?
The sound of Sasha’s footsteps came closer before she knelt down next to you. “How are you, my lady?” Sasha inquired softly. “Does the queasiness still trouble?”
You paused for a moment to feel your body, then shook your head with a smile. “It has subsided,” you replied. Taking Laura’s hand for support, you rose from your chair.
Sasha noticed your movements and straightened respectfully. “Should you wish an audience with Emperor Shiva, may I suggest inviting him here instead of embarking on the long journey to the Emerald Palace?” Her voice was full of worry, but you couldn’t help but sigh at her words.
“Sasha, I’m with child, not on the verge of perishing,”
The Countess swiftly shook her head as she spoke. “Of course, I did not intend to imply that it was otherwise,” she hurriedly said. “however, it was His Majesty who had directed me to look after you well.” She explained, her tone coming across with genuine care and concern.
“Oh, fantastic. I can hardly break free from his shackles, can I?”
You conveyed your protest half-heartedly. The Queen Dowager had informed you that it was normal to feel dependent and in need of help while pregnant (it is an extremely significant and sensitive time for women). However, there was a stark contrast between her words and reality; it was Childe who irritated you with how much he always wanted to be by your side more than was necessary. You failed to keep track of the innumerable instances he told you that you needn’t be concerned since he possessed the knowledge and experience from his mother's pregnancy when she was expecting Teucer; however, he continued to perspire and ordered Dmitri to call for the healer each and every time you throw up from the morning sickness in the early hours.
You grimace. Upon further reflection, Dmitri deserves to receive a full year of paid leave. Even under Childe's pressure, he had performed admirably.
“Your Majesty.” Sasha stepped closer to the door and gave a warning, her frown deepening and dipping in displeasure at your defiant behavior. She was certain that if this kept up, she would age faster.
“Come now, Countess, there’s no need to worry,” You soothed, glancing down fondly at your growing belly. “You seem to forget that this child's father is Tartaglia – do you truly believe a stroll through the gardens would cause us harm?”
You caressed your swollen middle affectionately. “However, do pass me my coat, won't you? It seems the babe has inherited their mother's weakness for this country's chill autumn airs.” You continued, watching as Ksenia hurriedly grabbed a coat for you.
Ultimately, despite her doubts and a heavy heart, Sasha let you walk to see your brother. You slowly made your way out of your room and down the Golden Spire palace's lengthy hallway. Indeed, the building where the emperor and empress lived was beautiful, with the ceiling covered in intricate gold filigree work and light streaming into the hallway, illuminating the entire area. Even the pillars, which have stood for hundreds of years, still looked strong and exquisitely polished. However, the everyday scenery is quickly replaced by the stunning autumn setting as soon as you reach outside. Golden rays of the sun filter through the colorful trees and bring a warm glow to the imperial grounds. You stopped after you stepped on dry leaves, the pleasant crinkling sound of them causing a smile to tug at the corners of your lips.
“Is something the matter, Your Majesty?” As you guessed, Sasha hurriedly approached you.
“No.” You answered her while stroking your growing stomach greeting the small kick inside. With your eyes squinted from the glare of the sun, you catch another two dry leaves falling tossing and turning before they hit the ground. “Autumn is coming to an end.”
Your remark caused the three ladies-in-waiting to glance at the garden's big oak tree. “Indeed, Your Majesty.” Sasha replied to you.
“Winter is coming.” you mused again, the imperial physician's words echoed once more - the child would be a winter-born. Soon, very soon, you would hold your son or daughter in your arms at last.
Sasha nodded. “That's right,” she paused, then furrowed her brows, curious and concerned. “Is something wrong, Your Majesty?” She watched you smile before suddenly resuming your steps, requiring your ladies-in-waiting to hurriedly follow you.
The Emerald Palace building comes into sight. You noticed the vibrant blooms had faded, their petals falling to join the fiery leaves carpeting the grounds. The gurgling of water from a three-tier fountain could be heard. Your footsteps slowed at a polished figure seated solitary, chin raised with calm pride over steaming tea under a shady tree—from his posture, you easily recognized your older brother and proceeded to approach him.
“Brother.”
From that familiar voice, the young emperor turned his head sharply. (Y/N). He raked his gaze over her starting from her head—not much had changed from her hair being longer than the last time he saw her; her face was still as beautiful as before. Those luscious lips of hers should have been proof enough that somehow that bastard Tartaglia wasn't treating her badly (but Shiva knew he couldn't be too sure, after all this was Tartaglia he was talking about). His gaze, cold and flinty, traveled lower.
There, roundness was unmistakably forming where antes there had been flatness. Shiva’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as confirmation of his worst fears stared back at him—the telltale swell and curve of your belly, stretched taut with new life. His scowl twisted into a snarl.
“(Y/N).” Your name came out as a growl. “So the news is true. You carry that cad Tartaglia's spawn.” His lips curled in disgust.
A sigh escaped your lips. “His Majesty the Emperor is my husband, brother. Did you come all this way without a word, disrupting your duties, just to weigh down the father of your future niece or nephew?” You replied calmly.
Myriad full moons have come and passed, yet you remain the epitome of a lady who possessed the control and mastery over her emotions. In the past, it was a source of pride to Shiva from how you refused to break under any pressure—that if anyone wanted to find a flaw in you, their failure was all that could be found. But, now that he met your gaze with a flare of his own eyes, it irked him how you could remain so infuriatingly calm when he wanted to stir strong emotions.
“You concluded correctly, sister. My purpose is precisely to weigh that tyrant," he replied tersely. “He is unworthy of one like you. To think, my esteemed sister reduced to bearing the offspring of a mere war dog."
You gazed steadily at your brother, trying to keep a reign on your rising frustration. As Empress, you are well-practiced in diplomacy. But with family, diplomacy sometimes feels like a losing battle.
Taking a measured breath, you speak in a soft yet unyielding tone. “Ajax may have been a warrior in his youth, but he is so no longer, his battle-days are behind him. As the Emperor of Snezhnaya, he is a skilled ruler and has treated me with nothing but love and respect.”
If Shiva insists on continuing this argument, you swear—oh, you swear on God's name—to turn and walk away from him. No matter that he traveled all the way from Liyue and abandoned the birthday banquet that he called off (based on the information that Sasha brought), you're feeling the effects of the physical changes on your body and worry that you won't be able to handle much more. The babe is restless and your patience wearing thin. Another cutting remark and you might do something unwise.
Shiva was about to part his lips, and you braced yourself to hear more nonsense from him. He puffed himself like a pufferfish ready to strike, his facial expression wild and you wondered what was going on inside his head.
“I shall demand Tartaglia face me in single combat at once! For putting you in such a condition without my consent!”
You release a long-suffering sigh, one delicate hand lifted to press gloved fingers against furrowed brow. “For heaven's sake, brothers, husbands and wives tend to produce children without their siblings' approval. It's the natural way of things.”
“But you are the princess! And my sister!” Shiva sputtered. “No man touches you without my say-so!”
You massaged the bridge of your nose. “Shiva, I was married off with full blessings; and I'm an Empress now, with duties and affections of my own. Must you act stupid all the time? The child kicks as we speak, eager to meet the world, and you insist on this nonsense?” Your patience drips faster with every word Shiva says.
“He must answer for impregnating you!”
You throw your hands to the sky with failing patience. “For the love of—I'm just as responsible, you twit! Now either you end this stupidity or board the next ship before I brain you with this teapot.”
The Liyuean emperor was about to respond once more when you shot him a pointed look that silenced him for a thousand words. Shiva—the imposing and menacing Shiva—now visibly deflated like a sad balloon; anyone watching might have mistaken him for a large, pouting child rather than the mighty emperor of Liyue. His looming form seemed to shrink in on itself, broad shoulders curling forward and thick eyebrows kitting into a hurt frown.
Feeling your anger subside, you exhale bringing the last of your irritation out of your body, ready for a calmer, more reasonable conversation. “Come now, brother,” you started. “Stop sulking like a child. While you are here, I want to spend some good time with you. I've missed your company.”
Reaching out, you grabbed his larger hand trying to cheer him up. “Now then, why is it you've stayed inside the palace this time, instead of your favorite mansion as usual? Did something happen there?” You asked, your eyes narrowed with curiosity.
It was unusual for Shiva to leave the privacy of his mansion, settling at the Emerald Palace instead. It was always his habit to keep himself as far away from the radius of the Snezhnaya royal—imperial, now—family as possible. Or perhaps, as difficult as it was for your towering brother to admit, he simply wanted to spend more time with you during this visit. With a child soon to arrive, everyone will need the bonds of kinship to thrive; Shiva may have long assumed that your parents would not be on your list of expected family members, judging by your complicated relationship with your Liyuean family—duty and tradition often take precedence over emotional bonds. Shiva is the only one left as that anchor of familial closeness now more than ever.
Shiva cleared his throat gruffly, tugging at his ornate collar as if suddenly feeling confined. “Well, you know how it is. Can’t have you and that man multiplying willy-nilly before this one’s arrival, now can we?”
Your eyebrows fell in the flat, annoyed face you showed him. “Shiva, I say this with affection—producing children does not work that way.”
A hint of pink surfaced on his stately cheekbones. “Nonsense, I know precisely how these matters work. My informants keep me well-apprised.”
"Do they?" You raise a slender brow. “Somehow I doubt your informants' ‘updates' covered the specifics of pregnancy.”
Shiva harrumphed. “But, how then do twins come to be if not two planted at a time?”
You stifled a laugh. “The seed of twins quickens together through some quirk of nature, not… repetitive activities, as you suggest. One pregnancy, two babes—a blessing, not a strategy.”
The imposing Emperor of Liyue—tall and broad-shouldered, with chiseled features any sculptor with covet; yet, for all his power and prestige, in some ways, Shiva would always be the same. Small wonder the ladies of the court were forever vying for his attention, with but a glance and rumbling baritone, Shiva could make even the most steadfast knees quake. His valor in battle was legendary throughout Teyvat. As Emperor of Liyue, he commanded absolute obedience through dominance, vigilance, and cunning.
Yet for all his strength, domestic minutiae proved his bane. You have long grown accustomed to gently schooling him about the softer side of life. Babes, intimacy, and vulnerability were mystical puzzles to your pragmatic brother. They reminded you that for all his power and influence, at heart he remained your big brother. The same big brother who skipped etiquette class to play with you.
"Hmm.." Shiva stroked his imaginary beard. “There is still the matter of your… husband.”
You sigh. “Again?” This time, you turn your shoes to turn the other way. The wind was too cold and your legs were too sore to have this conversation anymore.
Shiva walked quickly to catch up with you. “He had best treated you well in your condition.” He grumbled, eyes hard as granite.
“Ajax dotes on me, as always.” Sometimes it's even too close to smothering; you wanted to add anything but didn't, out of concern that somehow Shiva will magically take this as a literal complaint. "But I thank you for your concern, brother."
The last rays of sunlight were fading fast as clouds deepened its shades of gray across the Emerald Palace gardens. You gazed around appreciatively, taking in the seasonal beauty of falling leaves. Auburn and scarlet leaves swirled upon currents of chilly air, coating lawns and paths in a blanket of faded color. Your breath misted before your plump lips in the dropping temperatures. As if sensing your discomfort, the babe within shifted and stretched, seeking warmth.
"It grows dark, and this cold will not do for anyone in my state," You looked at Shiva with a soft smile. “Walk with me back inside, brother? I believe a nice cup of hot tea by the fire is in order.”
The Liyuean emperor glanced down with a concerned frown, noticing the loss of color on your lips. Gently, Shiva opened his powerful palms to receive your smaller fingers upon his forearms. Even through the fabric, you could feel the waves of his inner furnace warming your skin.
“Fragile as a newborn bird.” He grumbled, though care dwelt in his stern gaze.
Leaning upon his sturdy frame, the two of you began the slow walk back to comforts within. The sunlight was getting dimmer. As shadows engulfed the gardens, the wind howled more fiercely through emerging tree branches, abandoning its playful mood. You bury your nose into your upturned collar, breathing in its lingering scent of sandalwood and spice. Despite all of that, Shiva still makes sure that his steps are not so wide that you struggle to match his. Slow and careful is better.
"Watch your step. Lean upon me if you're worried—it's better than the chance of a stumble or fall.”
Your heart swells at his fussy care, unsurprised though deeply touched. Fierce emperor he is, yet where family is, lies the same tender heart of your childhood, still beating sure and strong. This was far from new—from your earliest memories, it was Shiva who swept you into strong arms when storms raged, telling tales until even lightning's flash seemed like a play.
Little Shiva often gets reprimanded for "teaching" his sister to climb the ancient pine tree to retrieve his favorite celestial crab toy that got stuck high in the branches. Naughty girl climbs like a little monkey, but then too scared to come down. Big brother Shiva climbs up to save you, and you both end up having ears pulled by the caretaker Gong Gong for damaging boughs older than even their venerable dynasty.
The final step up the steps of the main palace is taken and closes your long journey to reach here. Home at last. You sigh contentedly, rubbing your belly where a new life stirred. Gazing up at the towering figure who has guided you since birth, you feel a surge of gratitude and safety wrap around you like a cashmere shawl.
Rain began to pelt the earth outside the window. A faint, untamed wind entered through the open door and caused the fire to dance before it was shut.
No matter what storms life sent your way, you knew without a doubt that your steadfast brother would always stand like a great pine, sheltering you under the boughs of his protection. Some things, it seemed, did not change even with time's passage. As you are led to refresh yourself by the fire, you send up a silent prayer of thanks for the brother who was, and always will be, your greatest protector under heaven.
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It was raining outside.
Being a Snezhnayan-born, he was unaffected by snowstorms even.  He recalled boyhood winters where ice-cold feet covered in white had become a habit, and hypothermia had repeatedly passed by his mother's reprimands because little Ajax had played outside for too long. He often said the cold didn't bother him, and the Queen at that time responded with another string of stern lectures about mortal limits. "You may have thick skin and tough bones, but no man can contest with nature in her fury," she always said.
It was raining outside.
As the council droned on around discussions of trade routes and border disputes, the Emperor's focus wavered again to the pounding rain. Some part of him will always find solace in storms' primal rhythms, recalling simpler days playing in the palace white gardens.
But now another occupied his thoughts, and this autumn downpour no longer held nostalgia—just a chill that he knew she wasn't bred to withstand. His wife, you, the Empress, possessed a Liyuean's preference for temperate climates and was not so adapted to cold and damp. Frown found him easily. And with child too now, each storm brought new cause for concern.
Childe wonders what you're doing as the heavens open their floodgates. Resting as suggested, tucked cozily by the fire under layers of blankets? Or do you insist on wandering, eagle-eyed handmaidens fretting while you trailed damp slippers through resplendent halls? Childe knows how stubborn you are, and he also knows your ladies-in-waiting have laid down life itself if harm threatens their empress or babe. Still, he is unable to subdue his inclinations.
Perhaps a visit was in order.
As the discussion continued, Childe glanced at his confidant, Dmitri. The young, diligent, man lends a keen ear to the proceedings, a pen scratching next to a pile of notebook paper.
Childe knew that if he was suggested to leave the council meeting to see his empress, he would be met with disgruntlement from him. Dmitri took his duties as confidant seriously, and interrupting state affairs for personal reasons went against propriety. Sure enough, he could already hear a series of protests. “Your Majesty, the generals are presenting vital information. This is not the time for idle social calls.” Or perhaps, “The Empress will understand your devotion to duty, sire. Go to her when business is concluded.”
But Dmitri's words would fall on deaf ears as always, anyway. If it came to you, Childe was ruled by heart far more than head. And his heart now beats in worry for your comfort in this unruly weather. So, let Dmitri shout until he was hoarse. Your smile is worth any scolding. And the baby… oh, how he longed to feel those tiny kicks against his big palms.
Just as General Gorin slowly rose to present his next point, Childe waved his hand and smoothly cut in. “Gentlemen, I am grateful for all the insights that have been shared so far. However, more pressing matters now demanded my attention. Let's end today's meeting and continue planning tomorrow.”
Surprised murmurs filled the room as the Emperor rose, meeting already ended without warning. Dmitri shot Childe a pointed look asking clearer than words – “Pressing matters, Your Majesty? What matters could possibly arise now?” He asked full of confusion, but a suspicion and guess was hidden underneath.
Childe merely flashed his confidant a guileless smile and shrugged without a care. “Family matters. You understand this.”
Oh, Dmitri understands it all too well. The confidant has long been accustomed to his emperor's whims wherever it concerns his empress. How he understood the depth of Childe's devotion to you.
Like that inspection of new naval defenses, where one of your ladies-in-waiting's arrival brings news of your headache turning Childe on his heel, meeting forgotten. General Gorin’s rage at disrupted schedules took moons to subside.
Or that time, yet another council meeting was thrown into disarray by Childe's protectiveness of you. The advisers had gathered to discuss border security when suddenly, the Emperor shot up from his seat said an urgent matter had arisen, and they should continue the discussion among themselves. Sure enough, they soon learned the “urgent matter” was that you insisted on taking a walk around the garden that afternoon. One of your maidens had come to notify Childe, worried you might tire yourself from the early stages of your pregnancy.
Not that Childe neglected his duties—somehow he always resolved imperial affairs with his usual flare, despite his distracted heart. But propriety and practicality demand that protocols be adhered to! What if an urgent vote is needed, or a treaty is signed, in his hasty absence? He understood, truly understood his emperor's loyalty to the family. But, as a confidant, it grew tiresome to have to have strategic discussions interrupted at vital moments just because the Emperor “just wanted to check on her.”
With a tired sigh, Dmitri forced himself to speed up his pace to match Childe's determined strides through the palace halls. “There is one other matter requiring your attention, Your Majesty.”
Childe threw him a sideways glance, blue eyes sharpening. “Out with it, Dmitri.” He demanded.
“Emperor Shiva of Liyue is presently within the palace walls,” Dmitri stated.
The Emperor halted abruptly, whipping to face his advisor with eyes like a blade drawn. “And you didn't tell me sooner, Boyar?”
Dmitri bowed in contrition. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I just received word upon leaving the council chambers. It seems that the Liyue ruler came unannounced, desiring an audience solely with Her Majesty the Empress.”
Childe’s scowl spoke volumes on his fraught relationship with your overprotective brother. While necessity forged an alliance, personal warmth was lacking between the proud rulers. Shiva saw himself your guardian first, diplomacy second. And the prospect of his beloved sister bearing children for an “outsider” emperor did little to endear. Many cold stares had passed between the men in your presence.
The young emperor resumed his long strides, lips pursed in a hard line. “Where is he now?”
His confidant hastened to keep up. “From words of the guards, the Empress welcomed her brother into the Emerald Palace gardens. But seeing storm clouds gather, they retired to Her Majesty's private drawing room for tea indoors." Dmitri answered.
The scowls on his handsome face deepened. Childe made long, purposeful strides down the gleaming palace halls, cape billowing behind him like the stormclouds overhead. Servants scattered from his frigid aura, wise people try to avoid his presence. Dmitri behind him followed hurriedly, trying to catch air with ragged breaths.
Poor young man. The more they approached the chamber, the more Dmitri's mind raced frenziedly considering all potential scenarios and consequences. While his Emperor maintained cordial smiles in public, that gleaming blade swung beneath could destroy the unwise. He knew well Childe's mercurial nature—charming one moment, savage the next if challenged. Combined with Shiva's openly imperious streak, this encounter has disaster written in its stars.
By the time the duo reached the chamber doors, sweat dripped down Dmitri's pale face. Taking a moment to compose himself, he sent up a fervent prayer to any deity listening.
All his diplomatic prowess seemed like tattered silk amidst the hurricane that was about to collide in the drawing room. Only one held the power to steer these storms to calmer waters—Her Majesty Empress (Y/N). Time and again, Dmitri has seen you easily maneuver the most stubborn of men to your will, employing but a look or word. If fortune is on his side, perhaps your radiant presence has calmed their ruffled quills within.
The guards straightened as Childe's purposeful steps stopped right in front of the towering door. With a practiced announcement, the first cried:
“Announcing the arrival of His Majesty, Childe, Sovereign Emperor of Snezhnaya!”
Instantly, the heavy portals swung inward under the straining muscles, hinges moving as smoothly as the tides. Inside, soft lamplight bathes a tapestry scene of tranquility. Marble floors gleamed ahead, inviting new visitors into the drawing room.
From the presence of two new people, you looked up from your tea. "Ajax, you've come!" Your beautiful face lit up with joy upon seeing Childe enter.
Your beaming smile helped ease tension from Childe's rigid frame. Walking over, he went to your side and took your hand in his. “Wife,” he greeted, smiling lips placing a kiss on your knuckles. You truly are his sun, chasing away all the shadows in his soul and decorating his heart with gold carvings.
Ah, right.
Although resentment still simmered within at Shiva's unwelcome visit, Childe knew very well the game had to be played. So, with considered effort, he molded his expression into a faux friendliness. The smile rings the bells of falsity to those closely observing, but to the untrained eye, it may pass.
Turning to Shiva, Childe addressed him in smooth tones, “Brother,” he said, feeling like cutting off his own tongue. “It's been too long.”
Shiva's return greeting comes short with an absence of warmth. Leveling Childe with an unwavering stare, he replied, “Indeed. Though some absences feel shorter than others.”
A hint of irritation flashed across Childe's features at Shiva's sly jab. But, years of training to become Snezhnaya's future successor had schooled his temper. A mirthless chuckle rose from his throat as he replied.
“Brother, ever the lapdog snapping at anything that moves without caring for the mess left behind. Is solitude wearing on you? No wonder you ache for stimulation.”
Shiva’s eyes flashed at the provocation. “Careful little wolf, your words reveal more about yourself than I,” he retorted coolly. “At least I don’t go snarling rabidly at any who threaten my fleas. Liyue has prospered without incident under my watch. Can the same be said for your frozen wasteland?”
Childe's faux-smile vanished, the mask evaporates revealing the devil beneath. “Snezhnaya has thrived despite constant meddling from supposed ‘allies.’ Perhaps if certain neighbors attended their own affairs instead of sniffing mine, they'd find less cause for petty complaints.” He gritted his teeth.
Shiva scoffed. “It must sting that even your neighbors consider you an annoyance.”
As the emperors' argument grew more heated, your expression changed from beaming joy to stern annoyance.
“Enough, both of you.” Your voice rang clearly, cutting through the tension and instantly capturing their attention. Those beautiful eyes, usually warm as spring sun, now glinted cool. “Honestly, I expected more maturity from my husband and brother. If you have problems remaining civil, remove yourselves from my presence.”
At your sharp words, both Childe and Shiva looked abashed, like puppies being scolded from tearing pillows, tails wagging between their legs. You had united two nations through their marriage where once only hostility stood; yet now the proud rulers of two empires are quarreling in what should be a quiet evening full of warm tea and fires. With a weary sigh, you massage your temples as if you were physically hurt by their foolishness.
You see Shiva about to open his mouth to deliver another biting retort—always wanting to have the last word—but, with a sharp stare, his jaw closes again.
"Say another word and you will regret it." you are warned in a low tone laced with threats.
With a lovely smile on his lips, Childe turned to you, hoping to win you over to his side. “Angel,” he purred, brushing a tender kiss to your knuckles—Shiva wanted to spill his guts at the sight. “You know how your brother enjoys provoking me. I meant no disrespect.”
Shiva scoffed but dared not test his luck with your anger still on him. Childe ignored the sound, focusing completely on appeasing his wife.
You narrowed your eyes. "You're not completely innocent in this, Ajax." You reminded him.
“But, love—”
Childe was interrupted when you raised your index finger to shush him. "And I've thought about it for a while," you say, pausing to get both men's attention with your poignant tone. “We'll use the duration of Shiva's stay here as time for you to reconnect without titles between you. As family, not rulers. Which is why you and Shiva will accompany me on my trip to Zelenossosh.”
Immediate protests erupted from both men.
“Spend leisure with him?” Childe grunted, jerking a thumb at Shiva. “You ask too much, love.”
Shiva sneered. “As if I wanted some time alone with the mongrel Emperor and his ilk.”
“Gentlemen, peace, please. And I've decided," you said firmly. “This trip is not optional. We will leave in three days, and you will spend the entire time there bonding over the activities of my choosing. No politics or policies are allowed to be discussed.”
“But sister! This is—”
“(Y/N), anything but—”
A dramatic gasp came out of you, surprising both of them. “Oh my, is it that time already?” You mused, stretching your muscles gracefully, pretending to be tired of your duties. “Ajax, Shiva, please excuse me as I retire for my evening bath. My handmaidens, help an exhausted Empress to her chambers, if you please.”
Your two handmaidens appear, hurry to aid you in your “weariness.” But, the twinkling eyes said otherwise as you smiled over your shoulder.
“Try to get along without me, won't you, Your Majesties?” you said in faux-innocence.
With barely veiled amusement, you watch them tense up at the prospect of forced solo interactions. Chuckling softly to yourself, you walk out with a satisfied smile, escorted by your lovely ladies-in-waiting.
The atmosphere in the room grew thick like sour milk after your absence lifted the veil of politeness. The two men managed to maintain the first ten seconds in silence, avoiding each other's gaze like tomcats dropped in a sack together. Jaws locked. Teeth were gritted and the last bit of patience was running out.
Shiva sat tensely, fingers clenched, creating crescent prints in his palms as he glared daggers at Childe from the corners of his eyes. "This is your doing, Wolf."
Childe snorted, delicate eyebrow arched. “My doing? Tell me, how so.” He met his gaze.
“You intend to poison my sister's mind against me with your honeyed lies,” Shiva hissed.
An ugly sneer curled Childe’s lip. “The only poison here is your constant meddling in affairs that don’t concern you. If you hadn’t come nosing around Snezhnaya again—”
“Nosing around?” Shiva bellowed, face turning purple. “You got my sister pregnant without my permission! How dare you impregnate her without my blessing. What if something had gone wrong, huh? It’s all your fault!”
Childe gritted his teeth, growing frustrated with Shiva's overprotective attitude. “She is my wife, not some decorative pet you own. And do I need to remind you that children are a normal part of marriage, or is it not like that where you come from?”
“Don't twist this to your advantage, wolf,” Shiva stood up from his chair, pointing a slanderous finger at Childe. “I see your game—you made her so early with child to tie her to you forever, admit it!”
Those dull blue eyes gleamed with fury directly above a grin. "Ha! Is this what your deranged mind contemplates consistently?" He crossed his arms and reclined on the couch as his gaze trained on Shiva's emotional turmoil.
“You think to use her body for your ambitions of an heir!”
Breaking through the restraint he possessed, the ginger-haired man swiftly rose to his feet and prowled towards the Liyue Emperor. Though nearly equal in height and build, his explosive temper made him seem to tower over Shiva in that moment. A cruel, wrathful smile twisted his lips as blue orbs darkened with barely contained fury.
“Say that to my face again,” Childe dared in a deadly quiet tone. “It would be my honor to educate that foul tongue of yours once and for all.”
Shiva met his furious gaze, steady as stone. “Withdraw your implication or face the consequences, dog.”
A loud scoff came out of Childe, his famed patience was dragged wildly and almost completely evaporated. Fists clenched tightly, knuckles bleached, straining with the effort to resist lashing out—he knew it would only benefit Shiva, that the Liyue dog would use it as an opportunity to take your sympathy to his side. But every pore and disciplined muscle screams for release, to put this peacock in its place through whatever it takes.
“I've wanted nothing more than to rearrange that handsome face of yours since we met,” Childe threatened, cracking his knuckles with malicious intent.
To his surprise, Shiva threw back his head and laughed—a deep, ironic chuckle. The Liyuean bent over to select a dessert fork laid out on the table. Twirling the utensil dexterously between his long fingers, Shiva straightened his back and shot Childe a look from under lowered lashes.
“Is that so? Well, you’re not entirely wrong—I am rather easy on the eyes.”
“You really want to do this, don't you?” Childe's query didn't seek confirmation, rather, it served as a last warning before he enacted his plan to "resculpt" that stunning jaw into something no better than the monument commemorating the demise of the last Duke of Krykiye, a statue that ultimately ceased to exist due to being considered government treason.
Shiva flashed a shark's smile, dessert fork now hidden in his fist. “Then come – take your best shot, little Emperor. Let's see if your skills live up to that big mouth of yours."
The sly words were the final shards to break Childe's crumbling restraint. Damn it! To damnation with patience and consequences! He vowed, in the name of his late father, to pummel Shiva's appearance, rearranging it until it remained unrecognizable to the point where he could never return to Liyue and rule the empire again. The ideal circumstance is that he would be deported and branded as an impostor claiming to be the Liyue emperor who had “abruptly” disappeared after traveling to Snezhnaya. Go to hell with it all. With a wordless snarl, he lunged, fists flying—
“Sir Dmitri arrived just in time, it seems. His Majesty and Emperor Shiva appeared quite.. animated in their exchange.”
From the news delivered by Sasha, you opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow, not completely surprised. Laura's efforts in lifting your burden all day with her slender fingers massaging your temples and head are wasted on the confirmation of Childe and Shiva returning to their squabbles almost immediately after you departed from their presence. The bathing chambers are luxuriously designed to soothe tired muscles. Floating flower petals in warm water soaking your naked body does little to ease your stress.
"Was anybody hurt?"
You look at Sasha and receive a shake of the head. "Fortunately," you are informed, "Sir Dmitri is quite skilled in managing those types of situations. The two have retired to their personal quarters."
You sigh. “Those foolish men. Put them in one room and watch the entire house burn down.” You said.
Sasha nodded in agreement. “Men will be men, I'm told.”
You relaxed into the pillowy embrace of bubbles, warm water soaking your shoulders, while Laura rinsed the last of the shampoo from your long hair. With a gentle hand, you begin stroking your swollen belly, silently musing at the child growing inside.
“Please don't take after your father and uncle, little one,” you said wryly. “I pray you inherit my calm rather than their hot tempers and their thirst for contention and chaos.”
Countess Sasha chuckled softly at your candid words. “Fate itself knows what traits Snezhnaya's successor will claim. We can only hope that their generosity and diplomacy will outweigh their recklessness.” She spoke, and the ladies shared a grin.
Maybe it's time for you to journey to a temple and make an offering that your pleas would be accepted by the gods. If, by some stroke of luck, your child inherited Childe's free-spirited and spontaneous nature, you were practically certain your hair would turn white within a single night's rest. The capital would be unable to withstand the chaos, and Snezhnaya's enemies would be thrown into confusion by the fall of the empire in a short time—sealing their years of fantasizing about its downfall.
Just then, Ksenia entered the bath chamber and rushed to your side carefully. “Your Majesty, the Emperor requests an audience.” She spoke softly as she knelt beside your bathub.
You raised an eyebrow, sharing an amused glance with Sasha. “Speak of the devil..” You mumbled, then sighed. “Fine, let him in.”
Soon, Childe was swept into the bathroom, still dressed in his royal clothes. His face softened at the sight of you, but then he frowned in confusion at the others. "Why are they all in here?" he asked.
"They kept me good company, unlike certain emperors who desired to declare war every time they met."
Childe huffed. “It wasn't entirely my doing—Shiva provoked me, you know that. If it weren't for my wisdom, we would've come to blows.” He tried to reason.
You raised a skeptical brow. "I was under the impression that Dmitri was the one who intervened and separated you two?"
“Through Dmitri, yes – but his position comes from my leadership. Therefore, the credit is mine.”
A fond yet tired sigh escaped your lips. Truly, managing this Emperor and all the nonsensical things he does is a feat in itself. When others only see him as nothing more than his pretty surface, you take the time to discern what's bothering him underneath, allowing your steady voice to help guide him to calmer ports. His charisma and strategic mind have garnered a lot of respect; but beneath, his soul still yearns for adventure on the battlefield where he excels. It stirs wild impulses that defeat calmer and rational thinking in heated moments.
But you see, Childe was trying to grow out of his old self to become a better emperor for the empire. Where violence was once his first tongue, patience and diplomacy now speak louder through his efforts. He'll continue abandoning rashness like battered armor outgrown, and you'll be there every step of the way.
“You know how he plucks my strings, angel.”
As Childe spoke those words to you, his hand rose to his collar. Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton his royal shirts one by one. He eases the heavy fabric from his broad shoulders in a single, practiced motion, revealing his numerous scars—a history that is reluctant to be forgotten on his skin. And he was beautiful precisely because he was battle-tested yet unbroken.
Your ladies-in-waiting took the cue to discreetly gather towels and depart with flushed smiles. Childe unbuckled and threw the belt behind him without a care. He approached you, and your gaze roamed over your husband's nearly naked body in awe. The skin is smooth and light, muscles defined yet free of excess bulk. Years of combat had honed his physique to its peak.
The chiseled 'V' leads down from his waist to where his trousers clung low on his hips. Blocks like smoothed stone make a square on the stomach, not overly large but firm under the touch. You remember fond nights tracing their lines with fingers or lips, feeling them contract at your actions.
"But for you both, my love, I will try to keep a calm head."
With feline grace, Childe stepped into the bath, causing the waters to surge. You smiled and shifted forward invitingly to give him room. He settled behind you, long legs flanking your form, and circling your swollen middle with strong yet gentle arms. The warmth is placed on your exposed shoulder as he kisses it affectionately. You lean back with a sigh, nestling your damp hair against his collarbone. He kissed your temple, one large hand spread protectively over the unborn babe within.
“Don't worry, your promise will be put to the test when the three of us leave for Zelenossosh later.” You said and Childe let out an exaggerated groan and buried his face in the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft laugh from you.
Within three days, the three of you will head for Zelenossosh. A rational individual would say that it would be unwise to proceed with this plan - Childe is a troublemaker, and pairing him with Shiva's fiery temper is a risky undertaking. Even if you decide to travel to Zelenossosh, a location known for its tranquil appearance, composed of pretty hills and beaches, it will probably turn into another loud argument – just with a prettier backdrop this time!
Only time will tell what the fate of their traveling party will be, and you can only pray that it will end with more joy than murder.
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limerencedisorder · 11 months
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Take what I have to offer!
Yan!Childe x Fem!Reader
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MNDI
cws: LOTS of smut, Childe is fucked up in the head for Reader, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Yandere behavior, Murder, tws in chapters
Genre: Modern AU/College AU, smut, Yandere, dead dove: do not eat
Prologue(?):
"Come with me. You'll be happier as long as your with me. I promise." He wouldn't let you go. He held you so tight in his arms as if it was the end of the world.
"You're disgusting." You snarled. Watching the blood on his face smudge when he grabs your hand and makes you wipe it off.
"That's why you love me." Whoever lied to him is absurd. Who could ever love such an insane bastard? Acting as if your boyfriends dead rotting corpse isn't in front of you both. As if he wasn't the murderer. "I'll stop killing people as long as you give yourself to me, yeah?" He smirked. You stared back blankly.
"Quit your insanity." He just laughed. "I can try. But I can't promise." He spoke. "Just take what I have to offer."
Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 (Coming soon!)
Chapter 3 (Coming soon!)
Chapter 4 (Coming soon!)
Chapter 5 (Coming soon!)
More chapters to come!
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haileyywrites · 10 months
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Summary: As the Traveler finally enters the long awaited land of Cryo Childe offers bring them and Paimon to meet his family! Including his heavily pregnant wife of whom they were never told about...
Pairings: Childe/Tartaglia x Fem-Reader!
Notes/Warnings: Fem-reader! Reader is pregnant! Poc friendly! Reader is not described beyond being a woman and pregnant! Traveler pov! Travel is not specified! Fluff! Possibly ooc characters? Possibly not lore accurate! Short! Not proofread!
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Friendship with Childe had definitely been something out of the norm... When fighting against each other the Traveler felt he truly was trying to kill them, but afterwards he would simply smile and call them his best friend. It was hard to figure him out since he always swore undying loyalty to the Tsaritsa and recognized them as enemies, yet he called them his "Comrade" and asked them to come visit his family once reaching Snezhnaya.
Which is where he was currently heading... The Traveler wasn't sure what to expect since it would be crawling with Fatui agents, but they doubted Childe would use his family against them. At least they hoped so... His family was what he valued most of all and Teucer liked them very much, they had even made the promise to him! Still, they kept their guard up until they arrived at the harbor with Childe and a very excited Teucer next to him.
“Welcome to Snezhnaya at last, Traveler! I brought Teucer along since he was too exited to wait at home and I thought you'd be more comfortable this way.” He grinned widely.
Teucer was excited to show off everything this side of Snezhnaya had to offer, including his favorite places to order food - which Paimon appreciated after the long and tiring journey to the land of Cryo. To stick it to Childe they weren't shy about buying souvenirs since he insisted on paying for everything since they were guests of his. He might have slightly regretted making such an offering to people who held a grudge against him despite all his attempts of making friends...
“It's starting to get a bit late... We should hurry home before the others die of frostbite while waiting for us.” Childe joked, but looked serious enough for the others to agree.
His home was nice and large, which was to be expected since he had so much money and had another Harbinger looking after his family when he couldn't. Still it seemed modest, but fit for a family of their size - perhaps even larger than they needed, but the Traveler wouldn't judge them for it.
Their attention was soon brought to two older kids running towards them until they crashed into Childe. Paimon was slightly freaked out by the suddenness of it, but soon relaxed seeing them happily greeting their brothers. The Traveler and Paimon smiled at the heartwarming scene, but were taken aback once again by a young woman rushing over as well... Only she was heavily pregnant. She was too young to be their mother, but too different looking to be their sibling.
“Ajax, you're back! I was starting to get worried - the baby too!” You gently slapped his arm for taking so long to come back.
“...” The Traveler and their companion were stunned to complete silence.
“I'm sorry, but there's nothing to worry about! Look - I even brought your favorite snack since you've been craving it.” He gently handed over the present and caressed your cheek.
“Huh...?” Was the only thing the traveling duo could manage to mutter.
“Hmp, fine! I'll forgive you this time since they've been craving it for a while.” You said whille caressing your belly.
“So, have they or the baby caused you trouble?” He placed his hands on your belly next to yours.
“Huh?” They questioned again.
“The kids have been very good and extra helpful today, but our baby has been a bit restless. They get it from you no doubt about it.” You teased.
“Huh?!” Their jaws just about reached the floor with how low they hung from shock.
“Hahaha! They're going to be a fighter like daddy for sure!” Childe laughed loudly while feeling his baby kick.
“HUH?!” They finally screamed making everyone turn to the pair with confused expressions.
“Oh, yeah! Traveler, Paimon this is my lovely wife and my other siblings - Anthon and Tonia!”
“How come you never told us anything about you having a wife before?!” Paimon screeched.
“Must have slipped my mind or just not come up in conversation before?” He shrugged casually as if it was no big deal while the two were still trying to wrap their heads around any of this.
“How come anyone would even marry you? Are you blackmailing her or holding her hostage?!” Paimon continued her interrogation.
“Hey, hey! No way! Not that I could anyway, when she wasn't pregnant she could beat me in fights when I was barely holding back! She's terrifying!” Childe quickly answered.
“Excuse me?” You glared halfheartedly at your husband. “I could still beat you while pregnant.”
“See?” He turned to look at Paimon while gesturing at you.
“Huh, I see... Still, I can't believe she would marry you!” Paimon crossed her arms.
“Yeah, I'm a lucky man indeed.” He smiled softly at you making Paimon feel slightly bad about her accusations.
“Honestly his siblings were too cute for me to say no.” You joked.
Childe held a hand over his heart with his face twisted in pain, “You wound me!”
The group were soon called in for a large home cooked dinner, no matter how stuffed they were from their earlier trip the Traveler and Paimon couldn't help but dive in. The food was absolutely delicious and the company made it even better! Throughout the dinner the traveling companions kept taking glances at the married couple and how Childe truly doted on his wife...
No matter the Traveler's true feelings about their "friend", Childe truly loved his family and cared about them - even if he had done terrible things and was affiliated with some questionable people. The Traveler hoped he would live to see his child grow up considering the Foul Legacy and how it shortened his life... The Traveler wondered if you knew about it or if you should.
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A/N: Not especially proud of this one, but it's something short and a bit different since it's from the Traveler's pov! Likes, feedback and or reblogs are appreciated <3
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maokomi · 11 months
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ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
.ೃ࿔*:・ 「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 gn reader, sweetheart boyfriend Childe, modern AU, gooey lovey-dovey feelings, established relationship
Inspired by, of all things, a hypothetical situation presented by my Philosophy professor. So thanks, sir Louise. 
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You step out of the airport terminal, gaze fixed on your phone. Around you, people bustle past you and your luggage like a river around a stone. Some grumble and give you stink eyes for being too slow, but you pay them no mind, one string away from snapping.
“Damn it,” you grumble, fiddling with your phone and the taxi-booking app you’ve got open. There’s urgency and annoyance behind the force in which you jam your fingers against the screen, scowling down at the ‘Fully Booked! Please wait a moment’ that’s been flashing across your screen in garish red letters for the past five minutes. 
It’s too fucking early for this— the sun is barely over the horizon, and you can practically hear the entire community waking up with a groggy yawn. You’re tired from the flight, hungry, jet lagged and frankly you just want to meet your boyfriend at home and take a long, long nap and waste the morning away. But apparently the rest of these sleep-deprived travelers also have a similar goal— and they’ve even beaten you to the commute, too.
You don’t give up for another few minutes, frantically refreshing the app in hopes that your luck will turn around, but no dice. With a defeated sigh, you jam the phone back into your pocket, a hand reaching to your temple to soothe the incoming headache. All it takes is a few seconds for you to resign yourself to your fate of having to take the overcrowded bus back home. Hopefully the archons smile down on you and you get to sit beside someone decent. Not someone overly interested in getting your number. Or a person who spends the entire ride back on their phone, obnoxiously yelling into their device. You shudder. With the way your morning is going, it’d be just your luck that that’s exactly who you end up beside.
Not for the first time, you let yourself think about calling Childe to pick you up, but you quickly chase the thought away. 
It’s tempting. So, so tempting. 
He’s probably in bed right now, warm under the covers. He’d probably recognize your specific ringtone, would pick up in a heartbeat even if he’s half asleep. And you already know that he’d half-heartedly whine about it being so early in the morning, even if you both know that he’s already pulling on some going-out clothes and looking for his car keys.
Childe would drop everything and anything if you ask, which is exactly why you don’t want him picking you up. Because, if your past calls are anything to go by, he’s been having a rather rough week himself, and you’d rather brave a packed bus and motion sickness than willingly pull him away from some well deserved rest.
Thoughts of your boyfriend, happily enjoying his day off steel your resolve, and with a resolute nod to your head, you begin to turn to the airport bus stop.
Then a whistle cuts through the air and —like some fucking drama— it’s as if the crowd parts and Childe, all bed-headed and grinning, is leisurely jogging up to you.
All you can do at first is stare at him in surprise because what the fuck you must be more tired than you thought,  you’re actually full-on hallucinating now. 
But Childe easily comes over, one hand immediately going for the handle of your luggage, the other wrapping around your middle. He pulls you into a one-armed hug, pressing a soft, fond kiss to your forehead and wow there is no way this is a hallucination.
“Hey sweetheart.” Childe grins at you when you pull away to look at him, almost looking amused at how bewildered you are.
And you, ever so jet lagged and exhausted, can only managed to say: “You… you’re here. Uh. Hi.”
“Hey.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. For good measure, he plants a kiss on your nose. “What, you really thought I wouldn’t be able to come pick you up? Didn’t know you think so little of me, babe.”
You splutter, not even able to form proper words aside from the occasional ‘Wh—‘ that you manage to get out.
“Your google account is still logged in on my phone,” Childe says to your unverbalized question. He shrugs apologetically as begins gently leading you in the direction he came, a hand guiding you at the small of your back. “Didn’t mean to snoop, I swear, but when the email with your flight details came in I saw the time and had a feeling you were planning to hoof it without telling anyone. Which, by the way—“
He pinches your side. Not enough to hurt, but you yelp at the surprise of it.  
“—not super smart when you have a very willing boyfriend with a car ready to pick you up at the drop of a hat.”
You sigh, jabbing him back with an elbow, but all he does is grin wider. “You said you were tired! I didn’t wanna drag you out of bed or anything.”
“Well then consider me very willingly leaving the bed of my own volition, then.”
You roll your eyes, about to voice another argument that is more just for petty, affectionate bickering than actual argument, when Childe pauses and pulls you close, silencing you with a kiss to the crown of your head. You can feel the fond grin he wears.
“Missed you, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, then we can both go back to bed, okay?”
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heylookitsyc · 2 years
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Parent Headcanons II
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Character(s): Ayato // Childe // Itto // Dainsleif
Anime/Game: Genshin Impact
Genre: Fluff 
Synopsis: Even more parent headcanons for some of the guys from Genshin Impact !
Warning(s): None
Note: Part I (with Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma and Xiao) can be found here !
Story is down below!
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» Ayato «
This man absolutely despises small talk, but when it comes to his child doesn’t seem to mind it at all
“It has been awhile since we’ve been on a walk, hasn’t it?”
Listens to their babbles for a few moments, giving a small nod here and there
“I agree. A walk would help clear my mind…”
If you happen to still be awake late at night, you can find your lover sitting at his desk with your child fast asleep in his lap, the slightest smile on his face as he does his paperwork
“Ayato? I thought I put (child’s name) to bed.”
“You did, darling, but I wanted to spend some more time with them. I hope you don’t mind.”
Despite being away from home early morning until late at night, Ayato does his best to involve his child in his daily tasks whenever the opportunity presents itself
Though his elemental burst is only reserved for battle, there are rare moments in which Ayato will purposely activate it while holding his child just to hear them laugh
Can’t help but smile when he sees the awe in their expression as they try to reach out and touch one of the flowers/petals
“Beautiful, isn’t it? Do try to not touch any of it, though. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt now.”
Whenever he orders a milk tea from Tomoki, he also requests a plain order of milk (also packaged the same way as a regular milk tea) so that his child doesn’t feel left out
When they become a bit older, he will play a little game with his child whenever he’s doing paperwork, like if he sees them hiding behind one of the folding screens
“Hm… I wonder where (child’s name) could possibly be at this hour.”
Pretends to not hear the small giggles coming from behind the folding screen to his left
“What a shame… I suppose I’ll have to enjoy this limited edition milk tea by myself--”
Will act surprised and give a small laugh when his child suddenly tackles him into a hug, whining about how he should’ve told them about the milk tea sooner
Keeps all of the drawings and notes his child gives him, and always manages to find a place for them despite how messy his desk may be
Though he isn’t one to show his face in public, he will do his best to join you and his child (along with Ayaka and Thoma) if there is a festival or show happening that day
If he senses his child is nervous due to all the stares that they receive during their outings, he will not hesitate to hold onto their hand
Very observant when it comes to his child’s well being
“It seems as though you haven’t eaten yet. Come, let’s pay a visit to Uyuu Restaurant. There’s this new dish that I’ve been meaning to try.”
Will do his best to show his child the responsibilities of the Kamisato Clan, while also making sure that they grow up enjoying their childhood
» Childe «
The Fatui Harbinger will do everything in his power to ensure that his child grows up with nothing but good memories of their father
Like with Teucer, he doesn’t want his child to know about his involvement with the Fatui, so while they’re still young he tries to do more relaxing things with them, like fishing
Has his child seated in his lap as they fish, telling them about all his experiences and stories regarding his travels around Teyvat
Despite being one of the strongest on the battlefield, he becomes extremely weak whenever his child makes any sort of cute noise
“... A perfect backdrop for bloodshed. Isn’t that right, (child’s name)?”
They’d just babble in response, causing him to give a chuckle and a small kiss on top of their head
“I couldn’t agree more.”
If there’s trouble and he can’t help but fight, Childe will prioritize the safety of his kid over his own all while making sure that they are also having fun
Imagine this guy wearing a baby carrier when fighting? It’s funny to think about, but also kind of cute--
He places a protective hand on the back of his child’s head whenever he makes any sudden moves, and is the kind to stop his own battle talk just for his child
“Heh, this is getting interest-- hey, buddy, what did Papa say about touching his arrows?”
Has playful competitions with his child
Like whenever the two of them return home from an outing they play a game of who can hug you first
Not one for losing, and would never admit it but purposely loses sometimes just to hear his child laugh
Always tries to find something to bring home for the both of you during his travels, whether it’s a snack or plant native to the region
“(Child’s name), what do you want me to bring when I return home?”
This man can afford almost anything, yet his heart absolutely melts because their response is always the same no matter what
“I just want you to come home, Papa!”
Buys them a bunch of things anyway, and makes sure to give them the warmest and biggest hug every time he comes back
Expect the occasional dinner (or lunch) with Zhongli, only to have Childe pay for everything
Childe doesn’t mind, though, because the huge smile that his child has whenever they listen to Mr Zhongli’s stories makes it all worth it
If his child gifts him with something like a flower for his hair or a little trinket to attach to his vision/delusion, he will show it off proudly
Archons forbid that anyone makes fun or questions the random flower in Childe’s hair during battle, or else they’ll never be heard from again
» Itto «
Arataki “Numero Uno” Itto is indeed numero uno in your child’s life
The usually loud oni is uncharacteristically quiet whenever his child sleeps, the proudest smile on his face as he watches over them
Will dramatically shush any of his gang members if they’re being too loud, unknowingly being too loud himself
You thought he was prideful of himself before? Just wait until someone compliments his kid
“Pfft, of course they look good! Where else would they get their awesome looks from? Like look at this little face--”
A little bit careless at times, but his child is never in any real danger
One of his gang members would be like, “Uh, boss? You might wanna…”
Itto finally notices his kid being seconds away from shoving an onikabuto into their mouth
“MY LITTLE NIMBLE NINJA! (CHILD’S NAME) NO--!”
When he combs his hair, even if his child has just a little tuft of hair growing he’ll also take the time to comb their hair as well
“Gotta make sure you look as cool as your Dad, haha!”
Mini dance parties between Ushi and the kiddo (when they’re old enough to walk/stand), with Itto beatboxing in the background
You know how Itto does random odd jobs if he needs some mora? He’s the best hypeman to his child if they ever decide to help him out
Like if they were to carry boxes… 
“Haha, look at that! You’re quite strong, little one. Just give it a few more years, and then maybe you’ll be as strong as your awesome Dad!”
And if it were to rain…
“Real men don’t carry umbrellas!”
“But what if I want to use one, Papa?”
“... I mean--”
His child would be the one to have an umbrella when its raining, but instead of holding the umbrella for them, Itto would just pick them up and give them a piggyback ride so that the both of them are covered by the umbrella
Carries his kid on his shoulders whenever the three of you take some time to stroll through Inazuma City, the both of them wearing matching shades and eating lollipops
Lets his child decorate his horns every once in awhile, no matter how many bows or ridiculous colors they use
If his child doesn’t have horns, Itto will immediately cry dramatic tears of joy if they ever decide to wear a headband with matching horns like his
Sleeps with an eye mask because he still remembers that one time his child woke up after napping right on top of him, only to see his blank stare and freaking out when their dad wouldn’t respond to any of their calls
You can expect your days with him and your child to be filled with nothing but mostly laughter and a little bit of chaos
» Dainsleif «
He’s lived for so long, the curse of immortality and dealings with the Abyss Order making him believe that being on his own was the only and best option for him
So to have something so small, so fragile placed into his arms for the first time brought about a mix of feelings that he couldn’t quite explain
“So this is our child…”
It’s a funny sight, seeing your lover dressed in his nearly all-black outfit (cape and all) with your little one bundled up in a small white blanket
A somewhat quiet parent, instead choosing to silently sit and appreciate the moments with his child rather than being vocal about it
When he does speak, though, he’s the absolute sweetest and is so, so soft
“In all my time of living, never did I think that I would be given the opportunity to love someone so much.”
Says that about you and your child ahh-- (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) ♡
Will close his eyes when pressing the softest kiss onto his child’s forehead, lingering there for a few extra seconds before pulling away
Has random staring contests with his child, the pretty primogem shape of his pupils never failing to make them coo out of happiness
Has a habit of taking their small hands into his gloved ones, pressing his thumbs gently into their palms as they wrap their tiny fingers around his thumbs
If he has a daughter, will naturally play the role of knight to his darling princess
“Papa, can you make me the apple juice drink I like? Please?”
Will go down on one knee and put a hand over his heart, a small smile on his face as he answers
“As you wish, my lady.”
Similar to Kaeya in that he would spoil his daughter, though he would be much more gentle
Like you and Dainsleif would sometimes dance in the kitchen after dinner, the two of you exchanging light laughter as your child just watches in awe
“I want to dance with Papa too!”
The kind of man to politely excuse himself from you with a kiss, before going down on one knee and holding out a hand to your daughter
His actions are enough to make your daughter giggle, causing him to give a slight smile as well
“My lady, would you be so kind as to give me the honor of having this dance?”
“Of course, Papa!”
Those nights are always filled with laughter, despite the amount of times your daughter steps on her father’s toes
Often thinks about his immortality and the effect it has on you and his child
He is aware that there will come a day in which the two of you will no longer be in this world, and he will be left alone once more
But as he sits with you and his child at the dining table, watching the two of you laugh at some funny joke your child made, he makes a promise to himself
A promise to enjoy every moment with the both of you, until the very end
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animekpopsimp · 1 year
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I Failed (Childe x younger sister reader)
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Snezhnaya was always a cold, dangerous nation, Childe had learned that over the many years he had grown up there with his family. His family, he had always sworn to keep them safe, even if that meant he had to make himself the vilian. He had done bad things, that was something Childe couldn't deny. But to him it was all worth it when it meant he could take care of those he cared about. So how was he here now, eyes wide in horror as he took in a sight that would haunt him forever. Snow blanketed the surrounding area, coloring the ground white. Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky as Childe fell to his knees, not minding the fact that his pants were becoming soaked. He didn't mind the fact that he was shivering despite the warm clothes he had on. His mouth hung open but no words escaped. Anything he could think of saying immeaditly became caught in his throat. Childe felt like he was going to vomit, he felt like he was almost too weak to stay concious. His family was supposed to be safe, they weren't supposed to get hurt. How could he have failed at protecting them?
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The day had started off completely normal, Childe was finally able to make his way back to Snezhnaya and see his family. His Fatui work had kept him so busy that all he could do was send letters most of the time. Childe trudged through the snow, the cold wind blew endlessly, and the weather would no doubt be impossible to handle for anyone who wasn't accustomed to it. Seeing his family's home come into view made Childe smile, he could already hear the sound of his siblings laughing. The sound alone warmed the male's heart, despite being seemingly heartless, he would always have a soft spot for his family. The moment he opened the door he was greeted by his two youngest siblings, (Y/N) and Tuecer. Childe's smile grew wider as he kneeled down to their height, hoisting them up into his arms as he greeted them. His Fatui work was always hard, but the moments he could share with his family were worth it.
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The only other color that decorated the white of Snezhnaya was red, deep red. The color stained the know, spreading out slowly. Childe finally found his strength as he stumbled over to the small, vulnerable figure of his baby sister. Her eyes were half closed and there was a large gash in her side. The rest of Childe's siblings surrounded the little girl, tears in their eyes. None of them spoke, too stricken with horror to muster up any actual words. Childe was immediately next to his baby sister, his entire body shaking. He carefully took her into his arms, tears threatening to spill over. Childe sucked in a deep breath, trying his best to comfort his sister.
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What had started off as a normal day for Childe and his family, had quickly turned into something horrific. He was simply watching his youngest siblings play in the snow, but that's when everything seemed to go wrong. Childe should have kept a better eye on his siblings, he should have been more aware of the area. Maybe if he had been, things would have turned out differently. A monster had come out of nowhere, the sound of its thunderous roar echoing through the air as it charged toward Tuecer and (Y/N). At that moment, it was as if time had slowed. Childe tried to run toward his siblings, hoping he was fast enough. However, he couldn't reach them in time. The monster raised one of its arms, its claws razor-sharp. Childe was able to grab hold of Tuecer, yanking him out of the monster's way, but before he could do the same for his sister, she was knocked into the air. Her small body landed a few feet away in the snow. Childe froze in horror as the rest of his family ran outside. It was at that moment that things became blurry for Childe. He watched as Tuecer broke away from his hold and ran over to where the rest of his family were, huddled around one of the youngest.
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Childe opened his mouth, trying to speak. But all he could do was cry. His sister's body was becoming heavy in his arms, and his clothes were becoming stained with blood. He pulled (Y/N) into his chest, keeping a hand on the back of her head as if he was trying to help her sleep. He could only wish that he was just helping her sleep, he didn't want to admit that his baby sister was dying in his arms. He almost shut down, the faint feeling of tears rushing down his cheeks being the only thing keeping him aware. Childe didn't dare glance at any of his other siblings, he couldn't bring himself to. Though he could feel them looking at him, and he could hear the sound of them crying. He knew he should comfort him, but he himself needed comfort at the moment. Childe's heart shattered when he felt his baby sister go still and her breathing stop. Her body soon began to grow cold as Childe finally let himself cry, his siblings hugged him. Still, none of them spoke, all of them were too stricken with grief for their fallen family member. Childe felt completely broken, he wanted to die in place of her. (Y/N) was too young, he should have been the one to take the hit. He had failed.
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zeraaachan · 6 months
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goblin k-drama but make it childe
♡ *ೃ༄ pairing: goblin! childe x reader.
♡ *ೃ༄ summary: a war general escaped death only to become a goblin gifted with immortality. but immortality is not such a great gift after all, and now he seeks for the bride who'll be able to remove the sword that became a burden on his chest for 900 years.
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he's immortalized by the blood on his hands and the smear of mortality on his sword. where in the battleground where all men fall, where the reapers roam and take their due, where all is blood and all is dead— he alone stand. a taker but not the taken. the living among the dead. an immortal in the battlefield.
childe, the empire's heroic war general, the feared monster in the battlefield, the mortal that seems far from one whenever in the battle ground. childe, the war general, he who won many wars. he who made many kingdoms bend on their knees. he who killed many. he who kills but never dies.
winning war after war and killing men after men, it seems that as more time goes by, the metaphor about the general being immortal doesn't seem like a fanciful comparison anymore. for he always come back bloody but never as a bloodied corpse. many soldiers tried and only met the tip of his sword. the grim reapers tried their scythe but failed to take his soul, if the war general even have one.
it seems that everyone dies but never him. never him, especially in wars.
childe, the war general, who always returned alive from the battlefield. who many asoldier tried to drag to the grave, who many swords tried to pierce, who many arrows tried to struck—
who died in the end.
not in the battlefield but inside the palace, where the empress he protected resides. where the empress he swore alliance to ordered his own sword to be driven to his chest.
the immortal in the battlefield died, pitifully, betrayed by his lord. childe, the empire's war general, the 'immortal' is still bound by the mortality of human after all.
but perhaps it is due to the many blood he drained and the red he soaked. perhaps it is the countless souls he took mericlessly. where he insulted many reapers and delivered souls, fresh from the battlefield, pitiful sacrfices for his sword. perhaps it is due to the many lives he took that instead of dying, childe lived.
and lived.
childe who didn't became a corpse, a dead man, but became something else. child who is no longer a human, a war general, someone bound to mortality.
childe who became something not human, a dokkaebi (goblin), someone cursed with immortality.
childe who escaped death and became a literal immortal.
at first, the curse doesn't feel like one. childe revels on the fact that while the empress and all that betrayed him became pitiful pawns of time and mortality, he alone lived. similar to the battlefield where all fell but not him.
time is not indifferent to him. he is indifferent to time.
mortality and death is not his shackle. he is free from it.
or so he thought during the first few centuries.
childe, the former-war general, a human once, realized that he is not so free after all and that his new chains are heavier. the shackles he drag are fanciful silver yet heavy on his being.
immortality is not a blessing. it is a curse. especially when one lives for more than 900 years.
childe who now lives an era different from where he is a war general, where he is feared, where he is a famed hero. childe who is now living his immortal life as a rich man with money to waste. childe who despite all the riches, the peace in the new era where he live in, will still trade anything to find the one who will remove the sword on his chest.
who will lift the curse from him.
whenever childe look down, he will see his own sword driven to his chest. a bloody black sword that now glows with the curse of immortality. a sword that only he and another person can see. a sword that will lift him from his curse when removed  from him. a sword that when pulled away will finally end his long life. a sword that only one person can pull away.
the goblin's bride.
childe who used to search for the goblin's bride for years. who would've given them anything they asked for if it means the sword on his chest will be removed. if it means he'll finally be free.
childe who failed to see them era after era. who never encountered the goblin's bride century after century.
childe whose eyes became dull blue, whose smiles became humorless, who finally committed himself with the fact that perhaps the goblin's bride is nothing but a feeble hope.
a dream, an illusion, to get him through his predicament but never save him from it.
childe who one day, heard a voice. who heard a wish. who heard a voice that is far too soft, with emotions, with hope, to be his.
the goblin became pulled by the voice against his will and met you for the first time face to face.
"damn, i wished to be rich not for a rich man. wait— did you teleported here?"
childe who always encountered you for some reason after that. whether it is in the library, on the road, in another country. it seems as if destiny is playing a game with the goblin in which he's always bound to meet this human who will not even understand the depth of his emptiness or the length of his life, his curse.
destiny played with the cursed goblin. it made him meet this human with with eyes that see what it shouldn't.
childe who became aware that you're somehow special. that you can see not only him, a goblin, but also all sorts of creations far from human. who realized that you are plagued by ghosts and chased by a purple-haired grim reaper.
childe whose blue eyes started to light up for only a little bit. the goblin started to noursih a little hope that perhaps the human before him wrapped with a thick red scarf will be the answer to his haunted soul. that maybe the person before him will see not only his existence but also the existence of a sword in his chest that no one else can see.
childe who hoped that you are the goblin's bride, the salvation to his endless abyss, and the one who will remove the sword on his chest.
surely you will be te bride to his cursed existence? all his riches, the golds from centuries ago, all that is his will be yours if you'll remove his curse. if only you'll see not only him but also the sword stucked in his chest. if you'll end his curse. if you'll pull the sword and end his life.
"is there anything special about me, comrade—"
"no."
"i mean— around here." childe said and resisted the urge to became offended. he indicated his chest where the sword that was driven on it years ago resides.
you hummed your contemplation for a long moment. taking a long look on the vicinity of his chest. childe held the excitement and foolish hope in him when he saw you narrow your eyes. you see ghosts, ghouls, reapers, a goblin. surely you will also see the sword on his chest.
"ah, yes. nice pecs."
you are not the goblin's bride.
when childe insisted for you to look hard enough, you only complimented the expanse of his chest once again and raised your thumbs up in approval.
the goblin's hope became killed, unlike him who cannot be.
the goblin's bride is a mere illusion, a hope for the fool. and childe is the fool who dared to hope that you will be the one, a human that he met in an era of peace and modernity, who will lift his curse.
who will remove the sword stabbed on his chest.
but how can you be the goblin's bride, his bride, if you cannot even see the sword that you're supposed to lift?
childe who still lingered around despite the futility of it. who still followed you like a puppy, or a hound, despite the realization that you are not the goblin's bride. that you will not be the one to lift his curse and that he should go away and find the one who'll actually free him from it.
but childe have all the time in the world to find the goblin's bride. for now he'll stick to you like a ginger-head puppy and hound the ghosts that bother you. for now he'll use the time he is abundant with in messing with you, in showering you with riches, and nagging you.
childe who slowly became attached to the human who'll only live for a speck of time. whose existence is only a blink compared to his. the goblin started to hold a little bit of affection to a mortal who haven't even lived a quarter of his entire life.
he became torn and hated himself for lingering around a mortal existence for too long. for becoming too close to a light that will extinguish before he can watch its flame dance.
the goblin should've searched for his rightful bride. for the means to his end. for the eyes that will see not ghosts but the sword stabbed on his chest.
childe, the goblin, one with a long history of betrayal, blood, loneliness, and void, should be searching for the goblin's bride. childe knows that he should be looking for the human who'll lift the sword from his chest instead of heeding the call of your voice again. instead of becoming pulled by your voice, like it did when you first met, and appearing beside you just in time before harm came to you.
childe who held you and all the regrets and hesitation he had became mere memory when he arrived just in time before danger befall you.
childe who berated you, scolded you, worried for the danger you wre previously in. who declared that he'll go away, who finally committed himself to it. who realized that the right decision now will be to leave before he becomes even more attached to a mortal existence.
childe who gave you parting words, who failed to notice the look in your eyes and how it rests not on his face but on his chest.
childe who was about to leave but became held back by a pull on his wrist. who met your eyes when he glanced back and realized that there's something else in your eyes.
childe, the goblin, the one cursed with immortality, the war general stabbed with his own sword 900 years ago, realized that his long life will never be the same again.
"will you not leave if i tell you that i can see... that." you said to him and pointed a finger in the direction of his chest. but childe can see that your eyes are on something else and that it's seeing the greatest evidence of his curse.
you can see the sword stabbed to his chest.
childe, the goblin, who finally found his bride after 900 years.
who now wants to live a life with the only human who have the power to end it.
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goblin! childe headcanons
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anantaru · 11 months
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cw. first time, fem! reader
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the almost stagnating breaths childe had been subduing were exclusively just one of a manifold plethora of raw factors which had— regardless of his helpless attempt to hide it, aired his self parading nervousness to this entirely new situation.
and yet, all ajax really does was intimately smile at you, with nothing more than his benevolent love put before your hooded eyes— upturning his dreamy guise. You permit your body to soundly mold into childe and he senses your combusting urgency— he felt it with his searing trace, how your glossed entrance was lingeringly opening up to take his swelled tip inside.
he had undoubtably given it his all and with every new breath taken, his throat would bob sternly through the exhale. "are you comfortable?" he hums, brushing his free hand over your warm cheek while his face shaded a brilliant tone of red. "y-yes, please keep going."
the sliding first seconds he had seen you exposed under him while he was placed in between your split legs, he was nervously fisting his large cock— honestly sweetly clueless about all of this, on how to please his pretty darling, deliver mind boggling pleasing on your pussy while making you cum first, precisely on his girth, with your sweet scent thawing on his sweat platted skin.
making a serious effort to take his time, childe slowly glissaded his drumming member up and down the motioned tunnel of his hand— over your opening to tease, just how he had dreamed of in one of the many thrilling visualizations— where he embarrassingly foamed over the sheer image of roughly fucking you into the soiled mattress until you're obscenely stuffed with his warm cum, your skin would turn sticky of his whites but you're wiggling your pretty hips at him regardless, so he can give you more.
with his bulged tip, he was experimentally trying to reach past the tightness of your pussy because, really, it was turning overly painful— for the both of you to be exact, the large craving to leave his cock to roam over your soft walls, that honeyed sense, when your puffy insides won't let him take a second to rest because you're just so tight, constricting his thrusts and fuck, he's so sensitive, you both were, yet it was burning, but the good kind.
it's when, at the same time, childe pulled himself into you while you lifted your hips a little, taking the first few inches of his mind numbing cock— and his soothing voice, like the purest candied liquids dripping down your shimmering skin, holding you in its priceless grasp, softening your nervous senses to have you utterly enjoy this moment together with him.
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ellievenus · 7 months
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THE FUCKING DRAGON ONE......BITCH.........UR WRITING IN GENERAL......UR M I N D!!!! uuhhh.....can i pls have sum childe content? i want this man to make me bleed and then homoerotically lick it off of me, u can go as far as ud like w/ it! if not childe, i request more kokomi dragon stuff.....have a luvly day, mwah
Childe x GN!Reader
A\N: omg thank u so much for the compliments!! um this went for longer than i thought but hey i hope u like it!
Warnings: blood, blood kink, childe jerks off to seeing you bloody. not proofread!!!
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Your sparring sessions with Childe got… intense to say the least. Though you don’t support a vision or a delusion like him, you can still keep up with him and that turns him on more than anything.
The way you glare at him when he gives you a nasty cut on your cheek, your short breathing and your hisses when he clashes with you. It gets him drunk like no liquid ever could, he doesn’t even care about the hard on he has, he can literally cum from just fighting you if you wanna take it that far.
Alas, your body can’t take any more unless he wants to break you, which he doesn’t. At least not yet.
“You were… more intense today, Ajax. What gives?” You ask between short and hurried breaths as you slowly get up from the ground, before you can react you see a flash of purple and you’re on the ground, on your ass with a grunt. “Hey-”
Your words get stuck in your throat when you feel the sharp tip of one of his swords on your chin, the electricity illuminating your features and the crackling is rippling all throughout your body. He’s using his delusion.
You can’t see his expression behind his mask but you can tell he’s enjoying the way you hiss as he presses the sharp tip on your chin and draws blood, the electricity clashing with your blood making you whimper. 
He finally draws his blade away from you with a trembling breath, tossing them on the ground, he straddles you.
“You look so pretty with blood all over you…” is all he could muster while he got his already erect cock out and you could just watch in anticipation and shock as he hissed when the cold air met his cock. You watched him work his shaft, right hand working his dick while the left is smearing the blood from your cut all over your face like he’s painting on a canvas.
His voice low, “gonna look even better when my cum is all over your pretty face- fuck.” He let out a gasp as the cut on your cheek bled a bit more when he pressed his finger on it. Taking his hand off you and tasting your blood, he fastened his pace on his cock and started moaning your name, how perfect you are, how obedient you are how fucking gorgeous you are for him as he came with a whine of your name, all over your clothes and face.
He caught his breath before he leaned down and planted a kiss on your mouth.
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equizona · 8 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓
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starring – diluc ragnvindr :: kaeya alberich :: albedo :: childe :: kamisato ayato :: wanderer
summary – sometimes you wish you could go back in time and prevent yourself from ever meeting him
warnings – angst, implied death, spoilers (maybe?)
note – saw a tik tok that inspired this <3 anyhow, wanderer finally came home and I feel it is important you all know I only played this game for him <3
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the night we met :: lord huron
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DILUC RAGNVINDR
diluc is difficult to love because he will not love you; perhaps he cherishes you more than anything in his life, but he can not allow himself to keep you close. He will let you do as you please, so you may be happy, but he stays awake wondering what fate will befall you because you refuse to keep your distance from him. It hurts, watching your face fall when he ignores your anniversary despite memorizing the date as a core memory because he wants you to leave. He is too weak to do it himself, but he knows you will be safer when you finally learn to hate him.
KAEYA ALBERICH
Kaeya goes out of his way to make life difficult for you because he realizes that he cares for you too much. It is such a sudden change from the charismatic charming man you know to the borderline cruel person who actively seeks to ruin your life. Any affection you held for him burns down fast, while his remains the same. He wishes he could burn his own bridges as easily as he can burn yours. But he is terrified of the day where he will either have to make the choice himself or will have to see something through regardless of his own wishes. He doesn't know which is worse, but if it can not be painless for him, then at least he hopes he will lessen your burden by making you hate him. At least he won't be a traitor in your eyes, if you always see him this way.
ALBEDO ;; KREIDEPRINZ
It is never on purpose. It has always been like that. He is not human, even if he may sometimes wish he were. Time feels slower for him; while you wish to celebrate a one year anniversary, he doesn't understand. It is just one year. You are both so fundamentally different that he does not see what you see, he tries but he is so caught up in how own world, his own ambitions, that it is easy for him to forget how human you are. And when he realizes why so many things mattered to you that didn't matter to him were so important, you will already be gone, and he wonders if it would have been better to just be alone forever than to have his world ripped out of his hands too early.
CHILDE ;; TARTAGLIA
The thrill of the battle is something he can not let go of, the adrenaline rush and the thrill of having his life on the line. It is so much better when he knows he will die shall he fail. He knows it bothers you, knows it worries you that one day he will go down and you will be without him, but he isn't willing to stop. It is an addiction, a need. He rushes into fights even with you, doing things just for the rush of the way you scream at him, hoping you'll throw things around and attack him, as he let's his own anger take over and run the charge. It is painful; the constant fighting, and the constant fear. But he can not stop it. He is all too devoted to the adrenaline rush.
KAMISATO AYATO
You will never be his first priority, you are barely ever even his second priority. His devotion is to his family, his sister first and foremost. Then to his duty and the lives he is in charge of. It is never you, sometimes he even puts your life at the line even as it pains him. He knows where his loyalties must lie, and they can never be with you. He will watch the fear in your eyes, feel the way you shake and cry in his arms despite the both of you knowing he is at fault. He sees the life in your eyes die day by day and his heart breaks, wishing you would free yourself from this nightmare already.
WANDERER ;; SCARAMOUCHE
He wishes he were better, wishes he had the chance to meet you centuries down the line when he had grown and learnt. But he meets you at the start of his learning process, and it is painful. He spews the cruelest words he can manage, hitting each and every vulnerable part that you have shown him, willing or not. He apologies, he knows he is wrong so he does his best to apologize and make up for it, but he does it all again the next day. He knows it hurts; can not phantom why you stay with him when all he does is cause you misery. But you do, and he knows you will abandon him too, and he is too selfish to let you go himself.
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pix3lplays · 5 months
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If you're writing Genshin then I'd love to know your opinion on Genshin men with an S/O who has the personality of senku ishigami lol. Like a super smart S/O who may not be the most forthcoming with affection x Genshin dude who's hopelessly in love with them
-🤡anon
Hehehe, alright let’s do it.
-Reader has the personality of Senku Ishigami-
Kaeya: Kaeya would be a pretty affectionate lover, so adjusting to someone who’s not so affectionate would be a little awkward and difficult for him, but it’s so worth it because he simply adores you. He loves your smarts. He didn’t know he was attracted to brains until he met you. And amazingly not even he can keep up with you all the time…he loves it. You challenge him.
Diluc: Diluc and you fit together literally perfectly. He’s always wanted a smart partner, and he’s not really one for affection, so when you came along…if Diluc believed in love at first sight he’d say he felt it. He loves that you’re able to stand on your own two feet, and solve your own problems. He really values that in a partner. But admittedly he’s a little embarrassed that he can’t always keep up with you.
Childe: Childe doesn’t know what you’re talking about half the time, but he’s very impressed with you. He’ll always come to you first if he has any sort of problem, and he learns to just get used to you not being so forthcoming with affection. He can live with that. After all, you’re so amazing in so many other ways…
Baizhu: Baizhu is almost a little…jealous of your smarts. Not that he’d ever admit it. How can you have so much knowledge?? It amazes him, especially the amount of medical expertise you possess. You might be a more impressive doctor than him…and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. But at the end of the day, he’s hopelessly in love with you, and he doesn’t care that you’re smarter than him in the long run.
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kiryoutann · 2 years
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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 * ˚ ✦ [CHILDE X FEM! READER]
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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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