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Six months later.

It's so beautiful.

Green grass under the warm sun. A fresh breeze stirred the decorative flags that were hung all over the capital Mondstadt. Gothic architecture is still strong and stands as the main attraction of this country. The river that flowed outside the great wall was reflecting the white clouds that extended beneath the azure sky. Those who are busy with their daily activities are surrounded by the scent of dandelions. Little ones are playing and running around.

Mondstadt is so beautiful. Unfortunately, you spend all day sleeping on the soft bed provided in one of the palace rooms for royal guests.

Childe left the room early in the morning for a diplomatic meeting, so the opposite side of the bed has been vacant for a while. You (thought) you managed to persuade Sasha to let you sleep a little longer, but instead she assumed you were sick and immediately asked Laura to find Childe.

“Love?”

Here he is. You pulled the covers over your head, trying to ignore the sound of his approaching footsteps. The end of the bed was pressed down and you guessed he was sitting next to you. Slowly, Childe pulled your covers up to look at you.

"Are you sick? Want me to call a healer?”

You shook your head quickly, "I simply want to sleep a bit longer."

Childe glanced at Sasha who was standing not far from the two of you before turning back to you. "But, angel, you've slept all day, and they said you have to attend a tea party this afternoon. Well, I don't mind if you don't but, are you sure you're alright?” He brushed away the strands of hair covering your face.

"I'll be fine. Just.. give me one more hour of sleep.” You spoke drowsily and then shut your eyes once again.

Childe frowned in worry. "Are you sure? Should I stay? I can tell them I have urgent business and leave the conference—”

"Don't be silly, Ajax." You opened your eyes to glare at him. “Why do I feel you’re trying to make me as an excuse to get out of your responsibilities?”

A laugh from him. “Hey, I was really worried you know.” He says.

"I told you I'm fine. I'm not going to die, at least not now."

"I thought we agreed not to have talks like this again." Childe stares in disappointment and you can't help but laugh.

"Good God, I was just kidding." You cupped his face with one hand. “Stop sulking like a baby. I might actually ask you to stay and cuddle with me."

A smile appeared on his handsome face as he drew closer to you, “Hmm? What's stopping you?"

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Sasha and the other two were trying hard to deaf their ears to the conversation you both thought was quiet enough for them not to hear. Her eyes darted to the walls of the room as if that was the most interesting thing. At least that will distract her from you and Childe who are too preoccupied with each other to notice anyone else's presence.

A kiss on your lips. “I'll hurry back for you alright? Don't look at other men at the tea party." You almost roll your eyes at his words.

“It’s a tea party only for the ladies.”

"You can never be too careful."

Childe got out of bed and you already started to miss his warmth. He briefly spoke to Sasha, saying that she should immediately call a healer if anything should happen to you. After giving you one more glance (and a wink), he walks to the door to Dmitri outside the room.

A sigh left you before you got up reluctantly asking your maids to prepare warm water for a bath.

One rosewater bath later and you're sitting at the dresser. Laura did your hair, while Ksenia applied your makeup. She patted the powder pad so gently you yawned. Sasha noticed this and stared suspiciously at your reflection in the mirror. You took a deep breath trying to relieve the tiredness in your body.

"We are finished, Your Majesty." Laura and Ksenia said together.

You said a small thank you to them then got up from the chair. Laura opened the door for you, letting you leave the room first. Your three ladies-in-waiting followed behind you on your way to the garden where the tea party was being held.

Warm air hugs you as soon as you step into the palace garden. Butterflies and a few small insects flutter and land on the colorful flowers that grow around you—you almost forget how beautiful they are after living on Snezhnaya for so long. Once more, the wind blows. The sun falls to illuminate your path to the gazebo with a white iron roof where a table spread out with beautiful cloth is located. The sound of your footsteps turned the heads of the Mondstadt nobles, and you smiled at them all.

“Empress (Y/N), good afternoon.” The blonde-haired woman—Countess Jean—carved a thin smile with her polished pink lips.

Some Mondstadt nobles you've never met before welcome you. Jean stood next to them while helping introduce them one by one to you. “This is Lady Fischl, daughter of Duke Verurteilung of Immernachtreich.” A green-eyed blonde bowed politely at you before giving an enthusiastic look.

“Empress! I, Fischl, hast known all kinds regarding thou, especially how they define thy grace and beauty as being comparable to the stars that adorn the welkin at dusk. Wouldst I may add, thy lovely gown caught mine eye and wondered where I might find some one with such stitching talent!”

"Ah? Um..” While trying to figure out what she said, you lifted the hem of your dress slightly. "This was made by a Snezhnayan tailor."

“'tis decided. I shall cross mountains and sail oceans to meet this tailor!"

Jean cleared her throat awkwardly. “Lady Fischl, may I continue?” she asked, earning a nod.

After Countess Jean introduced you to the Mondstadt nobles who were present at the tea party, Princess Ayaka waved enthusiastically. “Princess—! Ah, I mean, Empress! Please sit next to me!” She pointed out the empty chair next to her.

Jean watched as everyone had taken a seat. She then continued, “Since King Diluc doesn't yet have a partner to handle the tea party, I'm the one responsible for this. For that, allow me to present traditional Mondstadt delicacies for overseas guests to taste.” She signaled the maid to put the snacks on the table.

A cake covered with pink cream and fresh raspberries is set in the middle. Lemon buttercream cakes make you smile seeing their small size. You looked around the table as Jean described each dish. The cookies placed in front of Ayaka appeared to be delicious.

What smells like boiled eggs wafts into your nostrils, and you instinctively cover your mouth to hide the nausea that's roiling in your gut. Ayaka immediately got a handkerchief for you. Sasha who is sitting at the table along with other nobles ladies-in-waiting rushes over to you.

“Princess!” Ayaka mistakenly called out from panic.

“Your Majesty! Is something the matter?!”

You were too occupied trying to ease your nausea as you covered your nose with a blue handkerchief to respond to Sasha. Jean orders one of the maids to call a healer. You glance out of the corner of your eye for the source of the pungent scent.

"That.. the smell.. get rid of it, please." You said after finding a loaf of boiled eggs not far from Jean. "I'm sorry but, the smell .."

Jean followed your gaze and nodded quickly. “No need to worry, Empress (Y/N).” He gave the plate of bread to the maid to take away. "The healer will come soon."

A server arrives with a new meal just as your nausea begins to subside. The smell of eggs returned. The handkerchief was tightened over your lips as the shaking of your stomach intensified. Sasha noticed your face beginning to flush and rose up from her kneeling position in front of you to approach Jean.

“Your Excellency, I'd better take Her Majesty to a healer right away. Please accept my apologies for leaving the tea party early.” He says.

“I understand. Please, lead them to the healer's room!”

In response to the blonde's request, one of the maids nodded. Sasha and Ksenia put strong hands on your shoulders helping to support you while stroking your back. Laura pulls out a bottle of fragrance trying to ease your nausea. The long hallway was filled with hurried footsteps on the way to the healing room. After passing through the door, the royal healer immediately tells you to lean on the red velvet couch.

The first thing she did was check your pulse. Her warm fingers touch your skin as she furrows her brows in concentration. She pursed her lips thinly, asking about your monthly cycle—which Sasha answered in detail. You feel awkward knowing she knows about it more than you do.

The healer nodded while retaining an assumed diagnosis. "I already have a suspicion, but I'll need to confirm it again." She dipped her hands in a basin of clean water before turning back to you while making sure her palms were raised; you watched as the water dripped down her elbow. "I must request that you remove your dress, Your Majesty."

Although the examination is uncomfortable, you know that it is necessary for the healer to confirm the diagnosis. After she was done, Sasha helped you put on your clothes again while waiting for the woman to tell you what was wrong.

"There are several reasons besides pregnancy that can affect your late monthly cycle, such as stress or fatigue. However, after I combined that with the nausea caused by the strong smell—the smell of eggs as one of them—and the physical examination just now that revealed enlarged breasts and changes in areola—I can confirm that you are pregnant.”

Laura and Ksenia gasped with joy. Sasha smiled silently. While you are frozen.

The healer's lips curved up, “Congratulations, Empress (Y/N). You are with child.”

Something defines the brilliance of this world's hues. The basin is no fuller than your heart which flows happiness and emotion to every inch of you. The realization that there is another life growing inside your tummy sweetens the air. You want to set your foot on every green meadow here to let them know that you are the happiest human being on earth.

As you covered your mouth to contain your sobs, your hold on the fabric of your dress' grew tighter. Your maids approach you to congratulate you. You couldn't help but extend your arms and hug all three of them. Women celebrating other women's blessings

You wiped your tears, looking at Sasha with a smile.

"Please don't tell him just yet."

Sasha's eyes widen from that, but what she gives you next is a smile—a warm one. You wouldn't have realized she was holding you if it wasn't for the light squeeze she gave; her way of telling you that she will continue to be with you and wants nothing but the best for you and now, your child. Laura and Ksenia congratulated you, saying they would do their best to accompany you on your pregnancy journey.

Aside from the promise made by Sasha, it's another one that makes you smile with blushing cheeks.

In your room, Sasha instructed Ksenia to prepare warm water for a bath while Laura hurried to inform Jean that you were unwell and couldn't continue the tea party. The ball is being held tonight—that's reason enough for Sasha to force you to stay in bed and take plenty of rest.

When they dress you in a mauve dress for the ball, your ladies-in-waiting make sure not to tie the bodice too tightly. Diamonds and gems accessorize your neck, ears and fingers. You try to hold back a smile when you see the door swing open showing Childe ready in his nice suit. He leans against the arm of the couch, blue eyes sweeping across your back carving a thin grin before he meets yours and gives you his usual wink.

"We are done, Your Majesty." Sasha told you.

"Thank you." You got up from your seat, not missing the enthusiastic stares of your ladies-in-waiting.

Childe holds out his hand to receive yours. He squeezed it gently before bringing it to his lips, a chaste kiss you received from him. "Are you sure we shouldn't skip the ball and cuddle the night away?"

“Absolutely. Besides, I heard that Mondstadt has the best wine.” You reasoned that even if you knew full well, there would be no alcohol going down your throat tonight and in the months to come.

"Firewater is still better in my opinion." Childe said, leading you to the door.

The sound of music is heard the second you enter the ballroom. A resounding blend of harp and piano throughout the opulence. Many of the guests had dragged themselves onto the dance floor, their partners clutched tightly in their hands. You and Childe get greetings from several familiar faces, but not a few Mondstadt nobles who you don't recognize have the courage and courtesy to introduce themselves and give a warm welcome.

“Emperor Childe.”

When Childe and you turned around, two men were standing there, one with red hair and the other with dark blue strands. Both of them had long hair, with the only distinction being the height of their ponytails.

“King Diluc.” Your husband holds out his hand for a handshake.

Diluc Ragnvindr. The red-haired King of Mondstadt who reminds you of fire. You wonder if he's hiding a smoldering spirit behind his polite face. He was present in another set of his dapper suit. Unlike at Snezhnaya's recent banquet, he appeared with his long hair pulled up into a higher-than-usual ponytail.

Diluc gave you a brief nod before turning to the man next to him. “Allow me to introduce my brother. This is Duke Kaeya. Perhaps you have not met." He said, making your attention fall on the man wearing an eye patch.

“Ah, right. This is the first time we have met, Duke Kaeya.” Childe shook his hand.

Kaeya painted faint dimples on his tan skin. "It is an honor to meet in person such a wise person as you, the Emperor and Empress of Snezhnaya." He gave Childe a friendly smile, which you swear turned into something else when he swept his dark eyes across you.

Diluc's red eyes widened as he watched Kaeya hold out his hand asking for yours. He didn't have to do this, but he chose to do it. Childe watched as you offered your hand hesitantly. A kiss that was too long for Childe not to think anything of it landed on the back of your hand. Kaeya opened his eyes to look at you accompanied by a smile that had a meaning behind it.

“Welcome to Mond, Empress (Y/N).”

If looks could burn, Kaeya would have already emptied all the drinks in here to quell the fire that was searing him. You swear you heard Childe pulled out a light scoff. Kaeya straightened his back again with an expression close to satisfaction.

“Ahem.”

Diluc made a fake cough noise, but it was more to remind Kaeya to keep his boundaries than to break the uneasy silence between the four of you. "Kaeya is known to be friendly with others, so I hope you don't take it the wrong way, Your Majesties." He says.

Childe laughed dryly. “Does this mean Duke Kaeya is also friendly enough to take me on a little tour around Mond?” His voice is sweet, but you know the intent in it contrasts from that.

"Why, of course, Your Majesty." Kaeya smiled widely and placed his right hand on his left chest. "It would be my pleasure.”

This situation is too heavy. You want nothing more than someone to save you from this and luckily, Diluc has the ability to read that. "If you'll excuse us, we have to greet the other guests." He then turned to the buffet. "Do enjoy your time with banquets and refreshing drinks like grape juice."

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” You said.

Childe and you turned the other way while Diluc and Kaeya started walking toward the other nobles. You take a deep breath before emptying your lungs again.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop picking fights with every man I talk to."

"He was flirting with you." Childe stopped in his tracks.

You hastily put your hand in front of his lips stopping him from letting out a longer protest. "Could you get me a glass of grape juice?" you ask him.

Childe furrowed his brows, "Not wine?" You shake your head.

Although not completely convinced, Childe gives you a kiss on the hand then tells you to stay here. You see his figure walking to the buffet table. His broad shoulders make you smile. You sweep your eyes around to relieve boredom.

Strands of blonde caught your eye. You remember she has longer hair; now it falls a little lower than her earlobes. The woman with gold eyes was spinning in an orange gown, in the arms of a man with nearly the same hair color as her. His eyes could still be seen through the mask that covered the right portion of his face.

The smile on Lumine's face was so wide it radiated happiness.

Footsteps draw your attention to Childe, who is holding a glass of grape juice and another of what you assume is dandelion wine. He handed you one. You stared at the liquid before taking a gulp, feeling the sweet taste on your tongue.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded, "It tastes better than I imagined."

"Wanna bring home ten barrels of it?"

A laugh from you. "One bottle is enough, Ajax." You said.

In the midst of a sea of people, a figure stands out for some reason; you're not sure why; it could be his complex fancy suits, the way he carries himself, the power in his gaze, or the fact that you've known him all your life. You greet your old friend with a smile on your face.

Zhongli made strides towards you with a handsome smile. Under the extravagant chandeliers, amber eyes sparkled beautifully. Childe did not take his blue eyes off his every move.

The man stops right in front of you for a bow, "Your Majesties."

Weird to hear that from him. Even though it had been six months ago Childe had inherited the throne and three months ago Snezhnaya had declared it an imperial state; You think you'll never get used to all this. Let alone one that came out of Zhongli.

"Duke." Childe gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Duke Zhongli.” You called him enthusiastically. "It's.. a surprise to find you here."

Zhongli nodded, “His Majesty Emperor Shiva is unable to attend. I've come to represent him at his request.” He says.

“Make sure you do well, Duke.” Childe commented.

Zhongli pretended to be blind by the sharp glare Childe gave him. “I appreciate the concern—

"Who said I was concerned?"

“—but, everything is well.” Zhongli continued despite being interrupted by him.

Your lips were about to part to change the topic to break the pressure between the two when a woman bumped into Zhongli and spilled her glass on him. Her voice is sweet, making you turn to look at her and stop in place.

“O-oh my! I'm so sorry! I was careless and—”

A laugh from Zhongli. "Nothing to worry about. Are you alright?”

Zhongli asked the woman—the woman you saw in your vision. You're completely convinced after casting a glance at the hanfu she's wearing. Zhongli continued to talk to her with a big smile that seemed to be permanently etched on his face.

"This is my first time here, and I've already ruined someone's expensive suit. I'm truly sorry!” The woman kept apologizing to Zhongli.

"As I said, this is nothing, Lady..?"

“Guizhong! My name is Guizhong.”

Guizhong.

Guizhong appeared in front of you with everything that made you believe she would be a good fit for Zhongli. You watched her give him a blue handkerchief. Long fine strands of hair. She's clumsy, but you find that to be cute. You wonder if Zhongli thinks so too. They were lost in their new conversation and every word they exchanged dripped happiness into the depths of your heart.

The promised happy ending had at last arrived.

“Duke Zhongli, Lady Guizhong, “You have their attention.

Guizhong looked at you and then at Childe before bowing deeply in regret. “Goodness! Your Majesties! M-may prosperity and health be bestowed on you! I'm sorry I should have realized sooner." She tightly shut her eyes after hearing your chuckle.

"Please rise. Forgive the interruption but, we'll leave you both to your talk."

Zhongli turned to face Childe who was grinning happily at you. "Now?" he asked.

"Yes." You turned your gaze on the area where people were dancing. “I suddenly want to dance.” You turned to Childe. “Perhaps the Duke can bring Lady Guizhong for one.” You said to Zhongli.

Those amber eyes stared at you in curiosity and confusion. In your heart, there is one thing you want to tell him: that happiness is close to him. But, just as Zhongli and Guizhong gave nods and let you go, you twisted your heels and tightened your grip on Childe's arm.

"That’s scary." Your husband comments.

“What is?”

Childe slowed down as he reached the dance floor. "Your smile. You look like you've planned something and it's working." He put his hand on your waist.

A chuckle escaped your lips. You put your hand on his shoulder, and he starts picking up on the melodic tempo of the music. “If so, will you stop sulking and dance properly?” You see the annoyance reflected on his face again.

"How could I not when nearly every in the room—in all of Tevyat—was trying to flirt with my wife?"

"They were just talking to me, Ajax." you corrected.

“They were flirting with you, angel. Don't try to manipulate my memory."

A sigh comes out a sign you give up arguing with him. Childe took you for a twirl. "You are the most jealous man I have ever known." You then continued, "I can't imagine how you'd react when the other one showed up."

The frown in the middle of his brow deepened before his limbs came to a complete stop. He gave you a dumbfounded look. “Wait, what are you—” His expression now full of hurt. "—you're.. you have another man?" He spoke with trembling, and you stifled a laugh in the guilt that you were covering up.

"Well," Your hand tried to lead him to dance again but, Childe refused to move his feet before you answered him. "After all, I'm still not sure if it'll be a boy or a girl, right?"

Confusion hit him like a tsunami even though his betrayed expression was still there. “A boy or a girl? What kind of nonsense are you playing—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words died suddenly on the tip of his tongue. Childe stared at you with wide blue eyes. The blood seemed to be drained from his face before returning to fill his cheeks.

For him, the world came to a halt for a brief minute. His brain stopped functioning. His ears suddenly went deaf leaving your voice and those words repeating over and over in his head. His mouth gaped open. His heart was pounding inside his ribs pumping out the feelings he was still digesting. Then a tsunami of happiness washed over him, so overwhelming that his lips curved and he sobbed as he took you in his arms.

It was one moment he wished could stay forever. Even so, Childe—Ajax, is aware that there will be more happy things in the future. With you, with now—his unborn baby. At the same time, Childe felt and desired a lot.

In the middle of the melodies that flowed from a combination of piano and harp, you hugged him even tighter. He is the luckiest man in the world. His heart felt like it was wrapped in satin and moonlight. You laugh, but it's his chest that warms. What a dream this is, and God has the generosity to make it not end up as one. Perhaps He knows: happiness should come in the form of a really sweet fruit for two human beings who have suffered for a long time.

Childe gave you a smile before laying a kiss on your lips. He didn't mind if he had attracted everyone's attention as a result. The music could stop but, he wouldn't with this. He placed another one, still not caring if people would label him unethical.

“I,”—he kissed you again—“love,”—another one—“you.” He said in between kisses.

You both left the ballroom early that evening. The moonlight filtering in through the opened window illuminates the bed where you lie down for a cuddle. The wind of Mondstadt's capital is finally appreciated the next day in the lush meadows.

"Please be born healthy." Childe speaks to your still unnoticeable pregnant belly before giving it a small kiss.

The blue sky stretches above the white clouds. He held your hand as you walked down the grassy path. The gurgling waterfall sounded faint. Dandelion blooms swayed and then scattered into the air. On a wooden chair with a view of a statue in the center of a lake, the two of you decide to take a break.

"I wonder how Shiva will react to this." You start the conversation.

Childe's shoulders shook as he laughed. "He will definitely kill me. For impregnating my wife." You join in the louder laugh.

There was a silence before you lifted your head from his shoulder to say, "About that grape juice.." Childe looked at you curiously. "I don't think ten barrels will be enough."

Childe carved a smile. The two of you returned to enjoy the sight ahead.

"Twenty it is."

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equizona · 9 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓

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

the night we met :: lord huron

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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captaincryolicious · 2 years

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The aftermath of a battle

➳ Childe x gn! Fatui reader

➳ Oneshot ; 4.5k

➳ Sort of fluff? ; Mentions of blood, violence and injuries

Who knew that this bloodthirsty harbinger could be such a sweetheart after a tough battle? [11.07.2022]

Zep's Note ; This has gotten SO LONG help me. Anyway this took me quite some effort to write so please don't let this flop hehe.

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The rusty and foul odor of death and bloodshed that hung over the dark and lifeless battlefield was a peculiar reason for a facial expression that radiated satisfaction and pride to rest on one's features.

It was a sight that would have been unsettling for most people, even for the most experienced warriors who carried physical as well as mental scars of the countless battles they fought in. Yet, this pair of striking blue eyes skimmed the war zone in an almost lazy manner, carrying a dangerous glint and pupils dilated to the size of the pale moon in the night sky. The left corner of his mouth was curled upward ever so slightly, the devilish grin on his chapped lips growing every time he laid eyes on a new dead body. A gentle breeze toyed with some fluffy tufts of orange hair, the wind making sure the bloodstained mask that was casually pushed to the side of his head wasn't to be obscured from view – if only someone would have been around to witness the male's presence. But there wasn't a living being to be found; it was just the harbinger surrounded by countless corpses, and not even the sight of the mangled bodies of his fallen Fatui comrades was enough to make his smug grin falter.

To him, the smell of death and blood that wasn't his own, was the smell of yet another victory. It had been violent, faint echoes of the bloodcurdling screams of many warriors seemingly still lingering in the murky air. There hadn't been mercy, the deadly dancefloor that was the battlefield wrapped in a darkness that foretold the demise of many. There hadn't been a way out for the enemy nor the Fatui, and both sides fought with much vigor, giving more and more upon losing comrade after comrade. It had been a madhouse from the beginning to the end, with a fight that took more lives than most, but it was the victory that mattered and not the way it was reached.

A crisp midnight breeze blew over the plains, howling hollowly as it gripped and shuddered the tall grass and harvested the souls of the deceased. The male stood unaffected by the chill, hardened by the Snezhnayan cold that devoured the frostbitten wildlands back in his homeland, and still on a high after fighting in a delirious brawl. A scarf as red as the crimson that was spilled got caught in the wind, fluttering behind the tall figure heroically. His smile still hadn't faltered, and it only grew wider when a twig snapped in his close vicinity.

"Are you done admiring your slaughter?" your voice rang through the silence when you appeared on the scene, struggling to keep your balance after nearly tripping over the spear of a fallen soldier while approaching the male.

"Certainly, if you offer me something else to admire," came the reply, the vicious grin merging into a boyish smile when the harbinger laid eyes on you.

"I brought myself, hope that's enough."

You paired your reply with a laid back jazz-hands gesture, mentally shaking your head at the sight of Childe covered in blood beaming at you with a broad smile. It was a huge contrast with the malicious Fatui he was barely ten minutes ago, and so out of place against the backdrop of massacre.

"Of course, Y/N" Childe replied, plopping a gloved hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair lightly. "You're plenty admirable if you'd ask me."

Then his hand traveled from the top of your head down to the side of your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe a streak of blood off your cheek. "Are you hurt? I must say that today's brawl was quite the intense one."

"Nothing major, just some cuts and bruises," you reassured the male, quickly deciding that Childe was fine too, judging by the way he was acting. A shiver ran down your spine when you glanced around, and you added, "but I'm cold and most likely really sore when I wake up after getting some sleep for what is left of the night. Oh, and I kinda want to get out of here as soon as possible. Unlike you, I'm not one who deems the aftermath of slaughter as a form of art."

In reality, fragments of the moonlit battle were repeating in your mind over and over and you knew you couldn't put it behind you as long as you stayed on the crimson-stained greenfields. It wasn't your first time to witness the demise of many, enemies and allies alike, but you had yet to develop a cold indifference towards it that was much-needed when you carried the insignia of the Fatui.

As much of a cold-blooded warrior Childe might have been, he was also a guy with a caring and protective side that was bigger than he let on, and he had a knack for sensing discomfort in the ones close to him. Hence he didn't fail to notice the slight distress that seeped through your tough demeanor.

"Usually after a mission the Fatui regroup and head towards a camp together to rest and heal before returning home," the eleventh harbinger mused, casting one last glance towards what he called a success before turning to look at you again. "There aren't any Fatui left to regroup now, though, so I think it's best if we seek an inn nearby instead of setting up a camp."

You grimaced at how he mentioned his fallen comrades so casually, but then nodded gratefully at the idea of going to an inn for the rest of the night. Inns in Teyvat were cozy and homely, welcoming and comfortable, and that was exactly what you longed for right now. But then your eyes landed on the dark red stains on Childe's disheveled clothes, illuminated just enough by the faint glow of the full moon in the sky to be revealed, and you knew you weren't in a much better shape. As rapidly as they came, the images of a warm inn diminished, and you heaved out a small sigh.

"Childe, we're covered in blood," you murmured, taking the fabric of your nearly-ripped coat between your thumb and index finger only to find blood stains indeed. "No innkeeper in their right mind would let us stay."

"Don't worry about that," the taller told you, his gloved hand still resting against your cold cheek. "Some inns located in the more remote areas receive financial support from the Northland Bank, and in return they welcome the Fatui without asking questions or making an issue of it."

"Even when it's so clear that we commited murder?"

You remained skeptical, but Childe waved it off with a dismissive gesture of his free hand. "It's not an irregular occurrence that I arrive somewhere with fresh blood sticking to my clothes and dripping from my hair."

You still said nothing, and the male released a small breath before gently poking your cheek. "If they really end up refusing us, which they won't, just smile at them innocently. You look harmless and adorable, they can't possibly deny you a cozy and safe room."

Of course you knew he was trying to lighten the mood and make you feel better, but the fact that he called you harmless and adorable, jokingly or not, earned him a sharp glare.

"I'm not harmless," you countered.

He finally drew back his hand from your cheek, releasing a melodious chuckle as he stepped back and opted for taking your hand in his instead.

"If looks could kill, I wouldn't stand a single chance," the Fatui elite joked, giving your hand a little squeeze before pulling you to walk with him, away from the misery that you two left behind.

✧

It was as if the nearest inn was miles away. You felt sore and exhausted, and you envied how Childe still managed to look fairly unaffected while you undoubtedly fought in the same battle against the same opponents. Your injuries were starting to hurt more and multicolored bruises were springing into bloom all over your skin. You wondered if the man next to you also felt the strain of continuous movement on his cuts, but even if he did he was doing a formidable job at hiding it.

The path that led you two away from the far-stretched plains now brought you into the hills, the sandy tracks sloping gingerly and taking you up higher and higher. Pine trees and slender firs stood tall in the hillside forest, like fickle silhouettes against the vast midnight sky embellished with Teyvat's bright stars. It was such a deserted area that you had little hopes of an inn actually being located here, but with travelers and adventurers everywhere, people set up their business in the most peculiar places. Childe seemed to know where he was going, and with your hand still in his, he led you further uphill confidently – albeit a bit tired too.

Past missions always ended with Fatui carriages bringing you back to the inhabited areas, or if you were alone you often got lucky and ran into a cargo escort that was willing to give you a ride after Childe offered them some of his seemingly unlimited funds of Mora. But tonight there was no carriage and no cargo escort, only the youngest Fatui harbinger gently tugging you along while casting worried glances in your direction occasionally.

"I'm fine," you reassured him for the umpteenth time.

That wasn't a lie; everything hurt, you were losing blood and your muscles were screaming, you were hungry and tired and still quite shaken by the battle you had fought, but that was by far not enough to take you down. Weakness was a curse among the Fatui, and showing any signs of it was a taboo.

"So am I, but that doesn't lessen my desire to find a bed and sleep," Childe pointed out, his eyes skimming your dark surroundings before flitting to you for a second. "Being tired doesn't mean you're weak and not okay."

You weren't sure if the male meant what he said; he was notorious for his desire to get stronger and exhaustion blemished your strength and greatly limited your capabilities and vigor. Didn't that just plainly mean that being tired made you weak? If Childe ever were to face a formidable warrior who just so happened to be gripped by exhaustion, he would definitely complain about the lack of strength in his opponent.

Fighting someone who wasn't at their full potential put a tarnish on his pride, and beating them brought him not the slightest satisfaction.

He was just trying to be nice, you concluded, but you still appreciated the gesture. Though he was a solid and reliable mentor to his Fatui subordinates, you were one of the few who enjoyed the privilege of seeing Childe's true face that was hidden underneath his Fatui mask for most people.

He saw no need in bringing the comfort of reassurance to the Skirmishers and Agents, he wouldn't adjust his plans and behavior to benefit them, he would spare them not a single smile or kind gesture, and never would he ever feel the slightest hint of worry or sympathy towards them.

Even for his fellow harbingers, this softer and warmer side of him was locked behind his blue eyes as cold as the ocean.

You knew you were special.

"See those lanterns over there?" he suddenly asked, and you followed the line of his pointed finger to spot a few orbs of light between the trees a bit further up the slope.

"Is that an inn?" you guessed, relief washing over you when Childe confirmed your suspicions with a faint smile.

"Likely the most Fatui-friendly inn out there," he said, and then you finally noticed the limp in his step now that he started walking faster, probably spurred on by the fact that a comfortable bed was within close proximity.

"Because of their extremely remote location, the rare guests they welcome are all travelers and adventurers who don't have a lot of Mora to spend."

The two of you had reached a stairway carved out of cracked stone, that would bring you to the main entrance of the inn. It was still dark around you, with only an occasional lantern providing you some illumination. Yet, even in the faint lighting, the pained grimace on Childe's face was hard to miss, and you mentally scolded the man for letting his stupid pride get in the way of admitting that he was hurt.

"Let me guess, they solely rely on the continuous support from the Northland Bank and welcome the Fatui with open arms because they know they need them?" you mused, deliberately not commenting on his obvious pain for now.

"Exactly," the ginger-haired confirmed, still holding onto your hand as you ascended the stairs. "They act quite obsequiously which works in our favor no matter how you look at it."

The Fatui truly were powerful and influential, people left and right kneeling down before them with merely a snap of their fingers. They were like parasites, clawing their way into the business of the weaker and making them dependent on the Snezhnayan bank's funds. More and more business keepers practically fell on their knees at the Fatui's feet, and they gladly used their growing army of sycophants to extend their reach all over Teyvat.

Maybe you weren't the biggest fan of this method in the beginning, but you were quick to find out that it was quite easy to get what you wanted or needed by simply showing your Fatui insignia.

Even when you were covered in the traces of a massacre.

You were exhausted, and you were this close to giving up and letting yourself collapse onto the hardwood floor when the crisp midnight air was replaced by the comfortable temperature inside the inn's main hall. You were at your limits, after not only partaking in your toughest battle so far but also having to walk to the nearest inn without so much as a break. Your last bits of energy were invoked to stay on your feet, as the last thing you wanted was to embarrass the harbinger next to you, and you forced a faint smile when the innkeeper approached you two.

"Good evening, and welcome to –"

What was supposed to be a warm and polite welcoming got halted by a sudden silence, when the middle-aged man in front of them took notice of the miserable shape both you and Childe were in. You almost felt ashamed when you cast a quick glance at your comrade, the various shades of light grey that made up his coat and pants doing absolutely nothing to hide the stains of deep crimson.

"Hi," the male next to you greeted, flashing the innkeeper his most harmless, toothy grin – one that had fooled many in the past. "Does there happen to be a room available?"

"Ah, certainly there is, sir," came the hasty reply, and the older man quickly had to fix his composure after being so obviously taken aback. He was not to blame, though. How often did a man covered in blood request a room with an almost child-like smile and his voice laced with buoyancy?

"Absolutely splendid," Childe grinned, and you truly wondered what archons had blessed him with this amount of energy even after a night this tiring.

"Is medical assistance sought?" the innkeeper then asked, his eyes flitting to smears of blood, bleeding cuts, and blooming bruises that adorned the Fatui in front of him.

"There is no need, thank you," the harbinger replied, still stretching his polite and friendly act. "However, may I request for medical supplies to be delivered to our room?"

"I will see them delivered immediately."

The man bowed deeply, and you cringed when a soft crack broke the silence. Fortunately, a young-looking clerk shuffled towards you, asking the two of you to follow her in a meek and quiet voice before scurrying off without awaiting your reply. Understandable, you thought. You would probably do the same if you were to escort two bloody people to their room.

Even with your only company being a timid young girl, the particularly stubborn ginger-haired male still tried his best to hide the limp in his step as you were led through the dimly-lit hallway. You were definitely going to comment on that after you had a good night of sleep. Childe's pride and unfaltering urge to always show the best and strongest version of himself was weirdly entertaining to you, in a way that made you shake her head and roll your eyes with a light amused grin tugging on your lips.

"Here is your room," the girl spoke upon suddenly coming to a halt. She didn't face you, didn't even spare you two a single glance, acting as if simply looking at a harbinger and his comrade was just as lethal as encountering them on a battlefield. All she did was push the heavy iron key in your hand and mutter a quick enjoy your stay.

Then she was gone.

"Everybody is so afraid of us, even children" Childe commented, his eyes trained on the end of the hallway where the young girl had just disappeared.

Gee, I wonder why, you almost replied sarcastically. But a sheen of sadness you thought to find in the male's eyes made you decide to stay quiet. You knew very well how much he missed his younger siblings, and you figured that maybe this small occurrence managed to hit closer to home than most of the times he witnessed someone cowering in fear afore him.

"In the very least, that means we look like true Fatui," you said, attempting a mild joke while you inserted the key into the lock and opened the door to your room.

The hinges creaked in protest, and you could only hope the sound wouldn't disrupt the sleep of any of the other guests – if the inn even had some to begin with. Silently, you pushed the wooden door close after you had both entered the room and locked it safely. Then you turned around to face your companion, planting your hands on your hips as sternly as you could muster with little to no energy left.

"Alright, now cut the tough act, Childe," you tiredly demanded, trying not to go under and drown in the wave of fatigue that crashed down on you now that you were truly alone in a place of safety and comfort.

Almost, you told herself. You could almost rest.

"Yes, boss," the harbinger responded with a sheepish grin, groaning quietly when he took a seat in one of the three crimson leather armchairs in the room.

"Good boy."

You didn't care whether Childe heard your remark or not. Your eyes had caught sight of a small first-aid kit sitting on top of the golden-lined sandbearer nightstand, and you instantly went to take it. The will to sleep was massive, but the will to clean and cover up both your injuries topped it with ease. While moving towards the bed to retrieve the supplies, you allowed yourself a moment to wonder just how much support the inn received from the bank. The interior seemed a bit too luxurious for a place that had to use their last mora to keep itself from collapsing financially. Not that you really cared, but even in your tired daze you did not fail to notice.

"Now fess up. Where does it hurt?"

You placed the small box on the chair's armrest and knelt down in front of the male, already drawn to his right leg before he even answered your question. Maybe he could fool an innkeeper and a young girl, but you hadn't failed to notice the little pause paired with a grimace every time he took a step.

"You know, just the usual scratches and bruises. Nothing too serious." Childe brushed it off casually with a breathy chuckle, something he always tended to do when he was hurt after combat. As if admitting that one was injured was the same as admitting one was weak.

"Childe," you sharply said.

"Okay, okay," the harbinger gave in, a mischievous smile crossing his features. "Well, Y/N, as you can see there's quite a painful cut in my lip. How about you start there?"

Would this harbinger ever stop?

Swallowing a snarky remark, you drenched a sterile gauze with disinfectant and gently dabbed it against a cut as far away from his lips as possible. The harbinger flinched, letting out a surprised hiss upon the sudden intense sting. You muttered a small apology under your breath, but you didn't relent. All you wanted was to crawl under the oh-so-inviting sheets of the bed that stood in the center of the room, but you both suffered injuries that needed treatment – all minor, but in high quantity. It would take time, especially since Childe didn't seem too adamant on cooperating.

You got to work on the many cuts and wounds that littered the Fatui elite's body. Much to your surprise, he endured it quietly, biting his lips to stop a pained grunt from spilling every time the sting of disinfectant was too much. The innkeeper had also provided you with several cold compresses, and you placed them on the armrest so the harbinger could apply them as soon as you were finished. It was quite a tiring task, and you felt your body growing heavier as your own injuries started to hurt more as well. Yet you persevered, even when you realized you also had your own wounds to tend to.

By the time you deemed Childe well enough, you felt borderline exhausted, and you wiped your forehead with your sleeve. You wanted nothing but to close your eyes and take a good nap, but you weren't done yet.

"You're good to go," you told the male, offering him a tired grimace. "I would go to sleep if I were you, and hope for the pain in your leg to lessen a bit overnight."

You turned away from him, rummaging through the first-aid kit to take out the supplies you needed for your own injuries, but Childe's gloved hand prevented you from moving.

"Allow me, Y/N," he objected, his gaze on you solemn. "Did you really think I would go to sleep after all you did for me? I'm going to return the favor."

He got up, gesturing towards the leather armchair.

"Sit down and relax. Let me take care of you."

You simply nodded and sat down, way too exhausted to turn down his offer. And come on, how in Her Majesty the Tsaritsa's name could you ever deny a gesture so sweet?

Your eyes fluttered close as you relaxed in the extremely comfortable seat. You let your head roll back against the backrest, heaving out a deep breath as your entire body slouched. It was pure bliss, until the purgent sting of disinfectant made all your muscles tense up as you hissed in pain.

"Sorry," Childe murmured, his hot breath fanning your skin as he leaned over you in utter concentration.

It was clear that you were the one who usually fixed up injuries; the harbinger was hesitant and a bit clumsy. He was overbearingly careful with you, but even in your tired daze it managed to warm your heart a little. His tongue poked between his teeth cutely, and you almost let out a laugh as you compared this to the bloodthirsty Tartaglia you witnessed a few hours prior. Was this really the same person? You had no idea how he managed to pull it off.

His fingertips ran over your bruised skin ever so gently, and he warned you each and every time he dabbed a sterile gauze against a cut to warn you for the sting that would instantly follow. He was really trying his best to make it as bearable as possible for you, and he was doing a great job. Your entire body felt like it was burning under the intense sting of disinfectant, but his gentleness made up for it.

When he was finished, you were covered in bandages as much as he was; you really made quite the pair, huh?

"Thanks," you quietly said, flashing your comrade a faint smile. You were grateful for his care, but you were simply too tired to properly show him.

The harbinger answered your smile, leaning forward and placing his arms under your knees and behind your back as he slowly picked you up bridal-style. You let out a squeal in surprise upon the sudden gesture, and Childe chuckled softly.

"Let's get you to bed, shall we? You fought well today, Y/N," he cooed, and you felt the limp in his step as he carried you towards the king size bed.

"Don't burden your leg like this, Childe," you lightly scolded him, but it merely earned you a mischievous grin from the ginger-haired male.

"I'm fine," he urged, gently letting you down onto the soft mattress. It dipped under your weight, creating a comfortable little dent for you to sleep in.

He walked around the bed, getting under the covers on the other side. Instantly, he was next to you, engulfing you in a hug that was surprisingly sweet. Again, you found yourself wondering how he could perfectly pull off what seemed like two completely different personas. In the deadliest brawls he was Tartaglia, merciless and dangerous. Ruthless fighting and bloodshed seemed like a game to him, a way to pass time. But after battle you often met Childe – or maybe even Ajax, though you were reluctant with that assumption. Regardless, he showed you a side so much softer and sweeter, a side that you hoped was only for you to witness. Filled with giddy smiles and warm hugs and sweet gestures, you often spent the time after conflicts with the eleventh harbinger.

You shifted in his arms, turning to face the male next to you. His blue eyes were dimmed with utter exhaustion, but he still mustered a cheeky smile when he caught your gaze.

"Y/N," he started slowly, and you didn't miss the mischief that laced his voice. "You know, the cut on my lip particularly hurts a lot."

You stared at him incredulously, before you closed your eyes and heaved out a sigh.

"Shut up," you sputtered, nuzzling closer to his warm body to get as comfortable as you could. All the tension glided off your being, and the memories of the massacre you witnessed merely hours ago slowly vanished as slumber slowly overtook you.

Childe's soft giggle was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to dreamland.

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Childe, Scaramouche and Kazuha(separately) X Reader where they are somehow forced to kill them in a very uh... dark way which is basically to make it look like suicide, Cut open both their arms and let them bleed out.. and if you want how they would save you after(Like already bleeding but the people forcing them to do it are gone) or react to your death.

I know its fucked up but I just have a thing for angst I'm sorry

One whumpy-angsty fic, coming right up.

TW: Suicide, assisted suicide, swearing in Scara's part, blood, violence, strangulation, errors in writing (hopefully none, but I'm putting this here just to be sure).

A/N: Thank you for my first request. I hope it's to your liking, or at least satisfaction! :>

A/N v. 2: Heitai means 'soldiers' in Japanese. Kazuha's part is worse than the rest, as I don't really feel his character. Also, Childe may be a bit ooc.

Childe

There was no chaos, no state of high alert after Pantalone was found dead. Nothing, besides tense radio silence.

Just hours after you finished your meeting with him the scene was discovered by one of the maids. No mess of documents, broken furniture, or any signs of struggle for that matter. He was found slumped against one of his bookshelves, bright blood soaking the exquisite floorboards. Only a single, precise slice at his throat was discovered, leading to the conclusion that he was assassinated. Yet no signs of forced entry were sighted. His killer must have entered through the front of the headquarters, unbothered by guards, and made their way up to the office itself. They had to leave the same way as well. Either the killer is a master of disguise, or someone from the inside.

You know well who is the culprit. The HQ is aware just as much. If the trail of dead skirmishers and diplomats wasn't obvious enough, the stolen intel considering the Harbinger's current locations sure is. The Eleven know for sure, but making the figure of a lone, masked avenger public would stir up unrest among the common soldiers and citizens.

You saw the soft knock at your door coming from a mile away. But what you didn't expect was your best friend's face in the doorway.

You look up from your paperwork, a sad smile decorating your face. Childe returns the gesture, but it quickly turns back into a slight frown. Before he closes the door, you catch a glimpse of a Fatui agent in full gear behind him.

You stare at each other for a while. The silence between you is somewhat comforting.

"I know why you're here." You say, rising up from your armchair.

He stays quiet, looking away from you. He seems pensive. "I'm sorry."

"It's none of your fault, Ajax." You place a hand on his shoulder. "Fate has decided."

He looks you in the eye. You can clearly see the conflict on his face.

"What are my options?", you ask.

He sighs.

"They gave you two. One, you'll be officially tried for Pantalone's murder. Command will strip your honors, and hang you in a public display. Your family will be sent to a penal colony for assisting a criminal. Or the second choice."

He stretches out his arm. In his open palm lies a transparent container, filled with a white substance.

" What will happen to my family then?" You ask, taking it from his hand. He moves to take it back, but stops himself. You twirl the capsule in your hand, watching the potassium cyanide fly around.

"They will be safe. You will also be buried with full military honors. Officially, they'll say you killed yourself."

You can't hold back a chuckle. The Illusion of choice.

You sit down back at the desk. Breathe in, breathe out. So that's how it feels to be a scapegoat, huh? With one quick move you place the capsule in and bite down. As the foul, bitter taste hits your tongue, you cringe. You have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from throwing up. Childe looks on, unsure of what to do or say. As the poison starts to take effect, your breathing becomes erratic.

You can't draw in a full breath, and that's when the realisation finally hits you.

You are going to die.

Tartaglia rushes to your side when you fail to get up, gasping for air like a fish removed from the water. Your hands fly around, looking for something to hold onto as you hyperventilate.

You are going to die. You are going to die. You are going to die you are going to die you are goingtodieyouaregoingtodie-

"Hey hey hey, hey. Look at me. Please." Childe whispers as your fingers pry into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. "Just… J-just listen to my voice, alright?"

You barely hear him. His face blurs in your teary eyes, becoming an unrecognizable mess of pink, red and orange. You manage to nod.

"Tired." That's all you can force out. How pathetic. It's your last coherent thought. You don't fight back the heaviness of your eyelids, letting them close for the final time.

With nothing to control your body, the grip on his shoulder grows weaker and weaker each second. The lungs slow down, soon leaving your chest completely still. In his arms holds you your dearest friend and murderer, Ajax. He feels how limp, how unmoving and just how dead your figure is.

Childe would never cry - he despises weakness after all. But Ajax won't try to stop the tears from staining his cheeks. Nothing matters in his mind as he holds your ever colder body for minutes on end.

His voice comes out shaky and hushed.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Scaramouche

"So how will it be, Kunikuzushi?"

The Wanderer growls at the puppet in response, looking up at her with pure hatred in his eyes. The soldier presses his boot down on the captive's back, forcing him even lower to the ground. A spear's tip is placed at his throat.

"It's either you both or only them." The Shogun points at you, face forced right against the dirt by another soldier's boot. Scaramouche gives no response, choosing to murder Ei with his hateful look instead. She hums, displeased, motioning to one of her men. He lifts his spear to his shoulder and strikes it down.

"Wait! Wait! I… I'll do it. Just get your filthy hands away from them!"

The spear halts a hair’s breadth from you.His struggles grow more intense and desperate. The mortal soldier fails to keep him down, and Scaramouche returns to kneeling.

"A wise choice." She nods, and her underling moves away. Your throat is unharmed, at least for now. "However, since you dared to keep me waiting, the method is mine to choose."

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He suddenly screams, losing his composure. He thrashes around, feeling the familiar, soul crushing type of anger he hasn't felt in years.

"SILENCE!" Ei's commanding tone strikes everything around her like lightning itself. Even her men flinch. In a swift movement, she retrieves the Musou no Hitotachi, and places it millimeters away from your neck. "May I remind you - I can always change my mind, filth."

Scaramouche feels the bindings on his wrists loosen. Two heitai force him to his feet. You too are lifted, but still bound with hands behind your back. Both of you are shoved forward. Your friend keeps his balance, but you land on the wet grass, face first. As you struggle to get back up, a piece of rope is thrown between you and him.

“Proceed.” Ei crosses her arms, and looks on as Kunikuzushi eyes the object. He hesitates for a moment, looking at your bound and defenseless form. With a growl, he picks up the tool, and charges you. After tackling you to the ground, he wraps the rope around your neck and sits you up. Standing behind you, he pulls the rope into your throat.

It bites down into the sensitive skin, closing your airways. The sheer force of the movement makes you gasp in surprise. The pain is growing rapidly. You start kicking up your legs in a desperate attempt to escape his clutches. In response he pulls harder, knuckles becoming white with how hard he grips the hemp. Various moans, gasps and gurgles fall out of your lips, as more and more black spots appear in your vision. The lack of oxygen quickly gets to you, and after just a few seconds of strangulation your consciousness leaves you.

Scaramouche holds the rope down, tears appearing in his eyes. He can’t stand the gargles, the gasps. They make him feel sick. Sick with himself, sick with this entire scenario he got himself into. After a few agonising seconds, your kicking ceases, and your body falls limp on his leg. Kuni keeps strangling you for a while longer, until finally letting you go. Your frame plops down to the ground, still.

Everything around him is quiet. Only Ei’s voice breaks the tension.

“Well done. Now, throw them off the edge.” She motions to a nearby steep bank.

“Why?” is all the man can ask, too weak to bite back once more.

“Prove to me they are dead, my general.”

Without a word, he lifts you up in his arms. He carries you, bridal style, to the rocky edge. As he approaches the brink, he feels you move in his arms. Your chest rises up, and falls down again.

To say Scaramouche was happy would be the understatement of the century.

He stops dead in his tracks, whispering thanks to the gods above, forgetting his disdain for them in the moment. But soon his joy gives way to panic. What now? The Shogun is still watching him, he made a deal, is there a way out of here, what to do?

“What’s the problem, general? Are you having second thoughts about our agreement?”

“N-no.” Scaramouche tries his best to sound as broken as possible. He quickly runs up to the edge, and throws you down.

He stumbles back theatrically, falling to his knees. He doesn’t look back at the soldiers.

“You have made a wise decision indeed, puppet.” Ei says, more to herself than to anybody around. “I demand to see you at the Tenshukaku by nightfall. You will begin your servitude right away.”

Ei turns around to address her followers.

“If any of you are wondering, Y/N has taken their life. Anyone stating otherwise will not live to regret it. Understood?"

“Yes, your Magnificence.” They respond as one.

“Sufficient. Leave him be for now.”

With a flash of lightning, Ei withdraws to her Plane of Euthymia. Scaramouche doesn’t stand up for a good fifteen minutes, looking as heartbroken as he is able to. His head hands low, but a mocking smile is painted on his lips. Idiots.

After rising up to his feet, he makes sure everyone is gone. After confirming that he is alone, he runs back to the cliff. A gust of wind lifts your body up high enough for him to get a hold of you. He gently puts you down. Seeing you open your eyes, he erupts into laughter.

“Stupid whore. You would expect someone of this age and ego to be good at telling the dead from the living, am I right?” His tone is spiteful, as it usually is.

“... I’m fine, thank you for asking.” You reply, coughing. Your windpipe still hurts unforgivably. “You could have eased up on that rope though, Fandango man.”

“Oh you ungrateful little worm!” He turns away, a pout decorating his lips. You chuckle at the sight of his usual assholeness.”It was necessary to do so to fool her. That old crone is not that dumb.”

“Pfft. Sure, shortie.” You move to rise up, but your mind is still hazy from passing out. Scaramouche drops his grudge after seeing you struggle, helping you by slinging your arm around his neck.

“Are you alright now?” He asks, a rare hint of genuine worry in his tone.

“Yeah, I think I am. Oh. Wait.” A sudden hit of nausea leaves your head spinning. “I think I’m gonna puke-”

Scara yelps, quickly rushing behind you. He still holds you, but keeping a reasonable distance now.

“Eek! Just not on me!”

Kazuha

“Nah, that won’t happen, Kazuha.” You sigh, bumping your head against the cold, stone wall. “Do you think they would attempt a rescue mission in the middle of Inazuma City to recover the most well-guarded prisoner in this war?”

Kazuha is fiddling with his clothes, deep in thought. He rubs the uncleaned mud between his fingers, watching it crumple to the ground. “Kokomi has a plan for everything. She must be pre-”

“Listen!” You shout, even though you didn’t mean to. “Kokomi has a plan for everything, yes. But what guarantee do you have for my rescue being included in her scheme? She most likely will take on a new strategy and do a switch of personnel to reduce the impact of me spilling the beans.”

“Will you though?”

“Kazuha. They’re going to torture me until I either tell them what I know or die of my injuries.” You clench your fists. The stories you’ve heard from released captives did nothing to ease your worries. “And I don’t see myself enduring having my kneecaps removed while I’m conscious. Or pouring barrels upon barrels of filthy water down my throat.”

Your friend is silent. He is aware that this will most likely be the case.

“The intel I carry is vital. With it the Shogunate could easily send agents to kill the people I name. They would know what our plan for the next month is, where HQ members live…” You lower your arms to the floor, hands rubbing against the dust and grime of your cell. You absent-mindedly look for anything interesting. It was the third day of being here, and the boredom was getting unbearable.

Your fingers suddenly clutch something cold and hard. You lift it up to your eyes, and squint them to see what it was.

A sharp piece of rock. It must have fallen out of the wall recently. The feeling of your fingers on its sharp edge gives you an idea.

“Hey, look at this.” You show him the piece of debris, and handed it to your cell neighbor. He inspects it slowly, both with his fingers and eyes.

“Yes! We can use this against the guards. If I stab them correctly, that would create an opportunity to escape.” Kazuha smiles, and looks back at you. His expression darkens when he sees your head shake in disagreement.

“That’s not what I was thinking…” You suddenly regret telling him this in the first place.

“You’re joking, right?” He looks at you, practically begging for confirmation.

“No. As I said already, the knowledge in my hands could lose us this war. I can’t let them have it.” You say, taking the rock back by force. You’re lucky he stands right next to the bars separating you. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t, Don’t even try, alright?” His voice is clearly agitated.

He shudders as you put the edge to your wrist. You press down and try to drag it along, but the spiking pain makes you pull back. So you try again, deaf to Kazuha's pleas. After the fifth, you groan in frustration.

"Huh. Looks like I can't really bring myself to do it." You say to yourself, out loud. "I may need your help."

What. It's all Kazuha can think right now.

"Are you seriously asking me to slit your veins?" He asks with disbelief. His attempts at hiding his fear bear no fruit, as his voice comes out as hushed.

You approach the bars, and place your forehead against them.

"Kazuha, my brother. What I know can't get into their hands, else hundreds will suffer. There is no other way. Please."

"They will come for us, eventually. You just have to hold out-"

You sigh.

"Kazu, listen. Until then, if it ever happens, the purples will have the advantage. And I can't allow that. It lies in my duty to protect my people. Please, treat it as your final act of kindness."

He doesn't say anything as you place the makeshift blade in his hands. The white haired male swallows. You stretch your hands into his cell.

"F-fine." He says. "If that's your wish, I'll do it."

After placing the blade on your skin, he pauses.

"I w-will cut now. Be prepared."

And with a decisive movement, the blade splits you open. Bright red blood starts to come out of the wound. You shudder. The stinging is... annoying. Not very painful, but the sight of your own vitality seeping out is enough to make you cringe. Kazuha notices this. Seeing you hurt, especially by him, places tears in his eyes. The second cut earns him a whine from your lips.

You pull back, and so does he.

"Give... give me the rock." You huff out. It feels awkwardly... sleepy.

Kazuha returns it without question, but your arms refuse to clench around it. You back up against the wall you were originally propped up on, sliding down to a sitting position. You place your hands, now bloodied, on the freezing cobble. Your hands hurt to move. You choose to let your eyes close on their own, unwilling to extend the struggle.

"Kazu." You mumble.

"Yes?"

"Talk to me, please." You cough, and the wounds hurt more. You whince. "I don't want to die alone. Please."

"I... Sure. Of course." He pauses, trying to find the right words for small talk with a dying man. "So... what's your favorite... plant?"

He only stopped talking after your corpse fell over.

Only silence was left in the room.

Thank you for reading!

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lyaism · 1 year

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I Challenge You!

ft. dom!Childe/Tartaglia x fem!reader

/WARNINGS: cockwarming, vaginal penetration, rough sex, clit rubbing, teasing, overstimulation, cum, calling you baby and good girl/

/words: 1.5k/

!!! NSFW minors dni !!!

It all started with a challenge to see who had more self control.

Now Childe was balls deep inside you, hardly breaking a sweat as he filled out the paperwork that comes with being a Fatui Harbinger, humming a carefree tune. Your pants and underwear had been discarded since the start of the bet while he had kept his clothes on, only unzipping his grey pants to push his thick cock inside your wet cunt.

You on the other hand were already regretting suggesting this. Your forehead glistened with sweat as you shakily breathed in through your mouth, trying hard to suppress your whimpers. Leaning back against his toned chest, you shifted your position a bit to prevent your legs from falling asleep. A soft whimper escapes from your trembling lips as you felt his cock rub against your walls and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying for this torturous feeling to end.

“Hmm?” Childe’s hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to squeak. “How are you doing baby? Wanna give up?” He pressed his lips against your neck, slightly sucking on the skin.

You bit your bottom lip and gripped his thighs as he continued to kiss and mark your neck. Your walls throbbed, clenching down on the thick cock inside you. Yes please just fuck me already

“N-No.. I’m good,” you breathed out, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn’t lose. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Alright if you insist.” He chuckled and his lips left your neck. “Tell me if you can’t do it anymore okay~?” he teased and gave the shell of your ear a nice long lick. You gasped at the wet feeling and your needy sobbing pussy flutters around his hot cock. “H-Hah.. such a lewd girl.. do you want me that badly?”

Childe knew that you were near your breaking point. After all, it had been a good half an hour. With his scarily long stamina, he could go on like this for hours, edging you until you cum. He couldn’t help but tease you, finding how you try so hard at something you weren’t good at to be so cute and adorable. But you had been sooo good to him all week though, he felt a bit bad teasing you like this. His baby girl deserved a reward, didn’t she? And so he ran his fingers down the sides of your body and grabbed your waist, giving it a nice hard squeeze, before snapping his hip upwards, his fat tip hitting your spongey sweet spot.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure doubled by your sensitive pussy, you let out a sinful moan and tears welled up in your eyes. You really didn’t want to lose, but your body is already giving up. He was just too good his cock was just too good-

“I give up I give up,” you whined, panting heavily, wishing for your sinful desire to be fucked dumb fulfilled.

Childe let out a breathy laugh. He was glad you gave up. Finally he can fuck you to his heart’s content. “Aww~ and you were doing so well baby.” His fingers were now rubbing at your clit. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips as your walls clenched down further on his cock. “Don’t worry.. I’ll take care of you now.” His hands travelled down your bare thighs and roughly gripped the back of your knees, raising your legs up and pushing them back until they touched your shoulders.

“W-Wait! This position is - nnghh!” You were cut off by a thrust so hard it knocked the breath out of you. His large rough hands were gripping your thighs with such force that you were sure they were going to leave bruises behind, spreading your legs further apart for his fat cock to bully you better and harder.

The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by your almost melodic lewd moans and Childe’s breathy praises of how good you felt. Thank god he chose this large and sturdy armchair to sit in, he thought to himself, picking up his pace as he pounded into you, making you scream and sob harder. The legs of the chair were scrapping so hard against the marble floor that he was afraid they could break off any moment.

“Thought you could challenge me to something like this huh?” he asked in a smug voice. “Looks like you’re regretting it.” He slowed down his pace.. only for him to snap his hips back up, his tip pushing the limits of your cervix. You cried out at the pleasure mixed with pain, drooling forming near the ends of your mouth. “Better think twice next time.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t do it again!“ you sobbed as he continued to bury his cock deep within you.

“Good girl.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you looked down at the big fat cock thrusting in and out of your wet cunt at a brutal pace. Since your trembling legs were up in the air, your ass barely touching his lap as he bounced you up and down on his cock, you were powerless over your own body and had no way to stop if you wanted to. You were utterly and completely hopeless, at his mercy, and somehow that made your pussy tighter and your walls spasmed around his hard throbbing cock.

“You like this don’t you,” Childe panted, never missing an opportunity to tease you. “You like it when I handle you like this? When I fuck you like this?” He let out a loud moan when he felt your walls clenching down on him more.

Incoherent words spilled from your lips as your tearful eyes rolled back into your head, completely overwhelmed by the immense pleasure. You wanted to tell him how good it felt but only managed to moan out his name. “C-Childe.. nnngh..” You felt the knot forming in your tummy and knew that your high was near. Letting out a loud moan and babbling about how close you were, you threw your head back over his shoulder and he took that chance to suck on your exposed neck, never once flattering in his merciless pace to fuck your brains out.

“Cum for me,” he muttered against your neck, lapping up your sweat with his tongue. “Cum for me like the good girl you are.” He freed one hand from holding up your leg to reach down and rub roughly at your clit, speeding up your climax. He wanted to feel your pussy clamping down on him hard. And he wanted to feel it now.

The tight knot in your tummy became undone as you came with a pathetically loud moan, your juices soaking Childe’s pants. He hissed and groaned at the way your walls spasmed and squeezed his throbbing cock, bringing about his own high.

“Fuck I’m close.” His hand went back to gripping your thigh and raising your leg up. “You feel so good baby. Wanna fuck you faster and harder.” And he did, picking up his already brutal pace and making your sensitive body bounce violently with each thrust.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you begged him to stop. Your poor sobbing pussy couldn’t take it anymore. It was so raw and sensitive. Each thrust of his hips doubled - no - tripled the pain and pleasure. His fat tip hit that one sweet spot over and over again as his veiny cock dragged roughly against your walls.

“Just a bit longer I’m close I’m close,” he reassured you sweetly, still slamming his cock up into you. “Fuck.. shit I’m coming-“ He gave one final thrust before painting your insides white. You shuddered as you felt his hot white cum sloshing about inside. He let out a long moan as he let go of your thighs, your legs falling to either side. He felt his cum leaking out of your poor overstimulated cunt as it trickled down his cock and onto his balls, making a small white puddle between his thighs.

The two of you sat still for a while, catching your breath and filling the room with heavy breathing. “Mmm baby.. “ Childe muttered as he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. He wondered if he had taken it too far. “You okay?” he asked and you could hear the genuine concern in his voice. No matter how badly he wanted to mess up your insides, your ease of mind and well-being were his first priorities.

“That.. felt good,” you replied, your voice hoarse from crying and screaming earlier. “Even though I lost,” you added with an annoyed ‘hmph’.

He laughed, cupping your cheek with one hand and placing a gentle kiss. “Maybe I’ll let you win next time. But..” He blew into your ear, causing you to yelp in surprise. “I’ll be much rougher.”

His words made you shiver. He always knew how to turn you on with his words. Feeling like you were forgetting about something, you looked down and gulped at the sight. “By the way.. you’re still in me.”

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“nothing more, nothing less” (pt. 2) | genshin headcanons

A series of cottagecore! au headcanons with the taller men of Genshin! These were kinda hard to write since I don’t know half of them when it comes to their personality but you like these :)

As stated in part one, these are just my own speculations and headcanons about each character, so if there’s any OOC, I apologize

Notes: gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons

Characters: Ayato, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Thoma, Zhongli

Part one: link

Ayato

Ayato likes the rainy days

It’s an excuse to stay inside with you rather than under the blazing gaze of the sun

But, when he’s in the mood, he’ll take you on a walk in the garden under his umbrella

“It’s lovely outside today, care to join me?”

Having conversations at the dinner table are also quite frequent

Even if you’re not eating

Early in the morning, when the ground is covered in thin layers of fog, he’ll sit on the porch swing reading his favorite book, waiting for you to wake up and join him

On days when you’re not busy doing your own thing, he’ll arrange an outing for the both of you

A picnic at your favorite spot in the forest

Sitting by the lake, toes dipped slightly in the water, basking in the silence and sunlight

Or, if you’re not in the mood, just staying inside, comforting each other as the sun still shines

“The day is as leisurely as ever, but that doesn’t mean we should let it go to waste.”

Diluc

“This feels nice.”

Being with you, with the wind blowing softly in his hair, hand intertwined with yours as you sit on the grass, reminds him of his early days as a child

The smell of ripe grapes in the air, the mist blowing in from the waterfall—he wishes you were there

But that was a long time ago

In the morning, Diluc would be drinking coffee in the kitchen, waiting for you to wake up so you can do his hair

For a while he let his hair flow freely without tying it up in its usual style

But he quite liked the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while you combed it

In return, if you consent, he asks to do yours (even if your hair is too short)

At one point, he thought of cutting his hair, but then he was worried you wouldn’t be there to comb his hair every morning

During lazy afternoons, the both of you would be sitting outside, counting how many ladybugs and daises you’d find

And in the evening, if you were too tired, you’d fall asleep together on the couch, comforted by each other’s warmth

“Let’s stay here for tonight, I don’t want to leave your side yet.”

Itto

He really likes bugs

He’s always outside somewhere looking for cool bugs to show you, whether that’d be an ant, a beetle, a centipede—you know?

Also he likes collecting rocks

It’s the equivalent of little kids finding rocks in their backyard and keeping them because they think they look cool

“Hey ______, look at this sick rock I found the other day in the woods! Wha—no! It’s a cool rock not some pebble!”

(I know I’ve already mentioned rain but) Itto really likes it when it’s raining

He’ll drag you along with him, even if it’s raining buckets, even if the whether is so bad he’ll get sick the next day

He’ll jump and splash in large mud puddles, not caring if his clothes and face get dirty

But of course, if you don’t want to get dirty, he respects that

So that’s why he’ll take you frog hunting instead

No, not like, hunting frogs to eat, don’t worry

It’s more like finding cool frogs and keeping them in the house without you knowing

“What? What noise? I didn’t hear any noise, I think you’re going delusional or something.”

“No wait, don’t take it away! I promise to take care of it this time!”

Kaeya

For once, everything is calm

Laying here with you, looking up at the bright blue skies, reminds him of old times before growing up

You and Kaeya spend most of your time cloud watching

It was an activity he and his brother used to do when they were younger

But of course, those days are over

Ever so slowly, like long summer days, the clouds move, and you each try to decipher their shape as they pass you by

“That one looks a bit like my eyepatch, eh?”

During spring, he’ll go outside to pick the ripe blueberries and strawberries to make smoothies for the both of you

But if you don’t like those fruits then he’ll go to the marshes past the forest’s edge and pick lilies, to brighten up the house a little

Aside from that, Kaeya doesn’t really do much in his free time

Though he is not one to sit around all day, he can’t help it in a place like this

However, that doesn’t mean he’s going to laze around by himself

“It seems we have some time to ourselves today. Come on, we’re not frozen in place, after all.”

Tartaglia

He really likes fishing

It was a childhood activity he adored very much

So it’s often that you’ll see him sitting by the lake, waiting eagerly for the fish to take the bait

Sometimes he’ll ask you to join him, and if you can’t fish that’s okay

“Just watch me, sooner or later you’ll pick up on my skills, and then we can go fishing together.”

Unlike the icy waters in his hometown, the lake water is much warmer on the skin

In Summer, he’ll leave to go on a quick swim before coming back all drenched in water, dampening the wooden floorboards as he smiles at you like a kid

“You should join me next time, the water feels great.”

But speaking of icy waters, it does snow where the two of you live

If it isn’t too cold, the both of you go outside to make snowmen

Or have a snowball fight

And when the both of you get tired, you head inside for hot chocolate, watching snowflakes pile up on the windowsill

“Let’s have another snowball fight, I won’t lose to you this time!”

Thoma

It’s like having a personal bakery

Thoma’s always in the kitchen, making something for you to try

“Hey, I made some muffins earlier. Can you eat one and tell me if it’s too sweet?”

“Do you like the cookies I made? Is there too much chocolate?”

But aside from baking, it’s like as if Thoma’s always doing something

On days when the house doesn’t smell like fresh bread and sugar, you’ll find him hanging wet clothes on a clothing rack outside

“Do you want to help me? I still have one more load to wash.”

Or he’ll be doing yard work in the garden

Tugging at weeds and getting rid of pests that could ruin the chances of the plants growing healthily

But when he’s not busy with chores, he spends his time tending to your needs

“Hm? You got something on your shirt? No worries, I’ll get you another one.”

“Would you like a blanket? It’s a bit chilly today.”

Zhongli

Zhongli is always drinking tea

During the early hours of the day while reading the daily paper

Outside in the flower garden

In the evening at the dinner table

Even right before going to bed

But aside from that, Zhongli is an old soul

He spends his afternoons in the garden, watching orange butterflies flutter around the potted sunflowers and lavenders

Or he spends his time reading next to you

If he’s feeling lonely, he’ll ask you to join him on his daily strolls in the forest

“The weather is just right today, let’s go out.”

There was one time Zhongli went on a walk and found a place with tiny, clear and colorful crystals inside

Every now and then he brings one back for you

And sometimes he makes bracelets out of the crystals for the both of you to wear

“Something to remind you of when I’m not by your side.”

I don’t really like how some of them ended but I didn’t know what else to put. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed reading them. Again, thank you for reading ❤️

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malewife-central · 2 years

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My Beloved

Warnings; None! Just fluffy goodness~

Authors Note; I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if you were Ajax’s spouse in a Modern!Genshin Au~

Song Inspiration; Just My Type — Saint Motel

trying to wake up early to make him breakfast but…he’s already awake?! and he’s made you breakfast? The audacity!

The ensuing competition goes on until suddenly…You find yourselves waking up wayyyy too early to function, let alone stop the house from catching fire…an agreement is swiftly made so you both take turns making dinner and breakfast…To spare your kitchen and house from any…accidents 😬

Getting his favorite recipes from his mom and dad and then cooking his favorite meals whenever you have the chance….

Ajax comes home from a terrible day at work only to find youve baked him a delicious array of desserts! And they taste just how his mother made them?!? The man is in heaven he swears~

Going on shopping trips with him and chuckling when a baby won’t stop staring at him…

he makes a silly face at the little tot and the adorable noises that follow are enough to make you melt 🥺

Ajax, despite his confidence, was really nervous to meet your family and friends…he just really wants them to like him okay?!

That nervousness , however, made him act a little goofy suffice to say…thankfully everyone could tell he was a just a dork and madly in love with you so…they ultimately approved of him eventually even though they thought he was an idiot 🙄

This man is the king of anniversary gifts! He loves you so much he can’t help but always be aware of your current interests-

However when it comes to gifts for him? You could get him anything. And I mean anything. He will love it no matter what it is because you were thinking of him! So why should he be picky hm?

“Oh- It’s an avocado!!! Thank you baby!! 🥺”

No matter how busy he is, you both will have at least 4 official dates a month- What you do on these dates can range from just relaxing on the couch and watching movies to fancy dinners in beautiful and expensive restaurants.

On one of these fancy dates, a random man had a drink sent your way…needless to say Childe was not happy. He ended up downing the entire drink while continuously making eye contact with the man…Poor fool.

After that Ajax starts to, loudly, gush about how much he loves you and how unbelievably happy he is to be married to such a beautiful partner!

After all is said and done you two formed a small inside joke about that night- He doesn’t consider it a big deal and the situation is mostly something to giggle about.

All in all, while he’s a busy busy man…Ajax also loves you~ And he’ll never let you forget it!

“Ah! there you are my beloved! How was your day? My day? Well after seeing this pretty face?! Oh I couldn’t be better~”

please cherish him 🥺

reblogs are appreciated <3

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banzaitaka · 1 year

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Genshin Impact_Snezhnaya_Masterlist

Rules and other masterlists

Tartaglia

romantic

HC: with a s/o who likes hugs (gn)

platonic

none

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aominehaven · 2 years

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Imagine

You and Childe were supposed to be married today, but then an accident happens. One of you dies and the other one will become delusional to the point using someone just to remind the other.

sjjgjahahbhs i’ll make this one as a one-shot inspired by the song in the stars

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #genshin impact tartaglia x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fanfic

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zhxngii · 8 months

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— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Riding them to the point where they get all emotional from how good it feels. His hands grasping so harshly onto the skin of your thighs and hips, bucking his hips up desperately to meet you halfway.

He just can't help but tear up at how good it feels having you on top of him, your walls so wet and snug around him as if you're about to milk him dry. It's even better with the way you lean forward to press delicate kisses across his face, praising him for how well he's doing. Oh how he loves when you tell him how good he's doing.

Neuvillette, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Thoma, Kaveh, Luocha, Dan Heng, Gepard + Your fave <3

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haileyywrites · 1 year

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-> Childe had always had a soft spot for young children, so finding you alone in the blood covered snow amongst a massacre touched that familial part of him...

-> They/them pronouns used - reader has no gender! Completely platonic - reader is a child! This is rather dark tone wise, but has fluff! Descriptions of a massacre and blood - no gore or details!

The snow around you was painted red from all the spilled blood - most of it wasn't yours, but it didn't make the situation better. Your poor exposed feet had gone completely numb from standing in the icy snow for such a long time. You had no idea how long you had stood there, but it felt like forever. Your feet weren't the only thing that had gone numb that night. Seeing something even close to this kind of a massacre would destroy most people, let alone someone your age.

All you could see saw the horror you witnessed with the scent of iron smelling blood filling your senses as the winter wind howled around you. You were too engrossed in the scene before you to notice the snow crunching loudly as someone was approaching you. Only after the looming shadow of their figure settled over you did you turn to slowly look at them. They were a tall man in a large white coat and a noticable red scarf that stood next to you observing the scene, he was so tall you had to crane your nect to be able to see his face.

His gaze lowered and you wete met with the sight of his blue eyes, they stared at you as lifelessly as yours did to him. His eyes scanned over your bloodied features until they landed on your eyes that stared back into his - he almost looked like he was searching for something in yours... Not a word was spoken by either of you as another man approached and said something to him, you paid no mind to them or their brief conversation. The tall man kneeled next to you and you turned your whole body to face him.

“You must be cold.” He stated in a friendly tone.

His voice was more energetic and warm than you thought, it almost made you feel comfortable in his presence. He took off the red scarf you had noticed from around his neck and wrapped it around yours, it was still warm. When he was done he even managed to crack a smile from the many times he had to wrap it around your neck. The scarf did little to shield you from the cold by now that you had become numb to it, but it was a nice gesture to and did provide some warmth.

“Are you all alone?” He turned towards the destroyd village as you simply nodded in reply.

After a moment he turned back to look back at you, “What do you say we get out of here, huh? Get you somewhere warm and get you something to eat?”

You oooked at him in silence for a moment before you managed to answer a quiet, “Okay...”

The man smiled a genuine smile before opening his arms for you. Hesitantly you crept closer until he was able to wrap you inside his large coat and carry you in his arms. You spared one more glance towards your once home as he walked away from the destruction. Some people went deeper inside the village after he picked you up, but you couldn't see what they were doing as the man pushed your head away from its direction and you didn't feel like fighting against him.

He arrived before a carriage and the door was opened for him to climb in. He sat you down across from him and took off his coat to wrap it around you like a blanket. Surely he was cold too? Why would he give you his jacket? As if he could read your mind he smiled.

“Don't worry about it, the ride won't be long.” He assured you.

You didn't respond as you turned to gaze out of the window opposite of your village. It was difficult to see anything in the dark, but it didn't matter as you fell asleep shortly after. All that happened took a heavy toll on your body and mind, the man you left with provided enough comfort for you to be able to fall asleep in his presence. It was likely stupid for anyone to do, but you were young and exhausted.

Either way you simply woke up after some time in an unfamiliar place. The room was large and barely lit up, it only held a large desk with a chair, a huge bookshelf and the couch you were currently laying on. The man was nowhere to be seen and you were alone in a strange place, you felt extremely uncomfortable. You began rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you headed to the almost wall covering window.

It was only beginning to light up outside, meaning you hadn't slept that long. The place you were was seemingly huge by the stone fenced courtyard and you were nowhere near ground floor from the looks of it. You had no idea what to do, but you wanted out - you wanted to go home... There was nothing left of it, but it was the only thing you knew. It was familiar and thus felt safe.

You made your way to the only door leading to this room and rattled the knob until the dood opened, thankfully it wasn't locked. Your head quickly peeked outside to see dark and emty halways on both sides of you. Your head kept turning from side to side as you tried deciding which route to take before finally moving to your right. You tried your best to be quiet and sneaky, but your unclothed feet kept making noise against the marble floor.

You kept walking aimlessly through the never ending maze of halls, just how large could one building be? You were beginning to feel exhausted and cold again, you still had yet to eat or drink and your body was beginning to react to it. You felt weaker and wearier with every step you took until you couldn't do it anymore and collapsed on the ground. Your vision was blurry and your ears rang, but you could hear the faint sound of someone approaching.

“Hm? Well, what do we have here?” They said.

You slowly managed to turn your head and see the person behind you. There stood a tall blonde woman with a cruel smirk and bored expression as she stared at you with her arms crossed. She was rather intimidating by her presence and aura... You didn't dare say anything in return.

“To which fool do you belong to then, hm?” She curtly asked.

You again remained silent and frozen in place, yet didn't break the eye contact with her for a second. She let out a long and drawn out sigh before beginning to approach you, the sound of her heels clicked against the floor. Every step she took rang in your ears as you began shaking from the anxiety - what was she going to do? Why was she coming closer? Please, stop!

“Ah, there you are!” A familiar voice echoed through the empty hall.

Relief washed over you as you saw the man with ginger hair approach in a jog, it was completely different from when the woman had slowly crept closer to you. With a big smile on his face he kneeled down before you to raise you into his arms. You held tightly onto his shirt and faced away from the woman.

“You shouldn't have run off like that! I was really worried about you, you know?” His tone was serious but it wasn't scolding or degrading.

“So this is one your rascal siblings then?” The woman asked.

“That's right.” He replied immediately.

“I should have known. Only you would be foolish enough to bring someone outside of the Fatui here.” She sharply said.

“Yeah, yeah my bad. Are you going to do anything about it or will you just blab on about it?” His tone became colder.

“Hm. Just get them out of here before I do.” She turned away to leave.

The man held you firmly but not enough to the point that it would hurt you. After a while of listening to the sound of Signora's heels he turned to walk back the way he came, to his office. He had been stupid to leave you alone and unguarded with the door unlocked, had he not found you he didn't know what the witch would have done with you. Still, thankfully it was her and not someone like Dottore...

You arrived back in his office in no time, it felt surprisingly comforting after your encounter. The man sat you back on the small couch you had slept on previously, his jacket was still on it the way you had left it. He pulled a chair from his desk to sit directly in front you with a beaming smile on his face. You simply sat put and stared at him.

“Alright, let's start with the basics. What's your name?” He asked in a friendly tone.

You looked away for a brief second, as if you had forgotten your own name before mumbling it to him. He smiled brighter and told you it was a nice name, he introducing himself as Ajax in return - but asked that you didn't call him that when in here. You nodded in agreement.

“So, what do you say we go get something to eat? I promise you that earlier and it must have been a while since you've eaten.” He stood up but suddenly stopped in place as he noticed your clothes and everything suddenly set in.

Your clothing was torn and clearly worn-out, the original colour was hard to make out from under all the dirt and blood. Blood... You weren't hurt were you? He had entirely forgotten to check such a factor, even if it was obvious to others. He had grown used to the sight of blood but seeing you covered in it hurt him deeply.

Yes - he barely knew you, but you reminded him of his siblings. Due to his close relationship with them he had always had a soft spot for them. Finding you all alone admist a burning poor excuse of a village in the midst of a massacre was terrible and pulled on his heartstrings. The way you stood in the freezing cold with that hopeless dead look...

Though you had gone through something incredibly terrible, something not many could ever understand - he didn't want to leave you oike that. Maybe, just maybe he could someday bring a smile on your face like he did to his siblings. You were still young and had your whole life ahead of you, while he was in no way a good person, perhaps he could positively influence you.

“Um, how about I let you get yourself cleaned before hand?” He rubbed the back of his head.

You nodded and got up to hold his outstretched hand. It was warm and comforting as he lead you through the long halls to a door. He opened the lock to reveal a small changing room and a door to the bathing room where you could clean yourself. He left you for a moment and returned with some clothes that were clearly too big for you, but would do for now.

You didn't waste time while bathing, you simply vleaned yourself the best you could before stepping out to dress yourself. Ajax was outside the door sitting on the floor when you stepped out. It was rather amusing to see you in the oversized clothing, your hands weren't visible due to your long sleeves.

“Wow, weren't you fast! Come on let's go eat!” He got up and held out his hand out like before.

He lead you in deeper and down several floors of stairs before entering a kitchen the size of the house you previously lived in! It was entirely empty of people and no lights were lit. Ajax lit some candles before rummaging through each cabinet and space for all sorts of food that unbeknownst to you - he had no business taking or touching. But that didn't matter, you were hungry now and he would deal with the consequences later.

Though his priority was feeding you, he didn't hold himself back from enjoying the food as well. He was going to be in so much trouble... But seeing you so contently munching down food made it all worth it. For a faint moment he could have sworn your lips had curled into a smile as you ate a particular piece of food. He would make mental note of it to learn it later on when he had time. After eating you looked tired again, but it wasn't surprising due to the amount you had eaten and all you had experienced today.

“Hey, little buddy! Mind if I pick you up and carry you?” You nodded in reply.

He did just that and raised you gently into his hold. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your tired head on his shoulder, it didn't take long for you to doze off again. He ran his palm along your back in comforting circles, it was something he did with his siblings as well when they were younger. He had missed it as even Teucer had began growing out of it.

Thinking back on his family they would surely take you in and love you as one of them, but he would not introduce you to them right away. You needed time to grow used to him as he had just met you, you were still strangers despite the circumstances and moments you shared earlier. He would need to talk to them about it before then in any case, he wouldn't always be around and didn't want to leave you with even more strangers.

For now he would simply help you heal and get to know you, you would need to trust him before he could let you meet his family, if you wanted that is... If you did then he would introduce you to them slowly and things would work themselves out from there. At least he hoped they would, but real life was never quite that simple or easy sadly.

Childe laid you on the couch for the third time today and pulled his jacket to cover your sleeping form. Asleep you looked like any other child that was just entering and learning about the world you lived in, but inside you were broken by the horrors it had thrown at you at such a young age. Children should remain children until it was time to grow up - and you were far from ready.

You were a prime example of why he worked so hard to protect his siblings dreams and perceptions of this world. You were why he did the Tsaritsa's bidding, why he believed in her vision of the new world they would create and why it was necessary. He may have not been able to protect you, but he could still give you a world worth living in.

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It's scary to love something death can touch. Hoping for the past and dreading tomorrow, for the future never promises them to stay with you. The realization of the grief that would follow after they are gone frequently keeps one up at night.

The first few hours of the day seem to pass in a blur. You didn't even realize you had been walking down the hall that led you to Childe's room until you arrived at his door. Eyes landed on the knob, your anxiety rises and flows. Your hands frantically try to peel off the skin inside your gloves as you muster up the courage to order the guard standing beside you to open the door.

Before you said anything, the doorknob was turned from the inside. Your heart beats impatiently at the thought of finding Childe. But, instead of him, you were staring at Dmitri's face.

“Your Highness! Good morning!” He bowed awkwardly.

Disappointment rises in your chest. "Is Ajax inside?" you ask.

"His Highness?" The look on Dmitri's face gave you an answer before his words. "Didn't he spend the night in Your Highness' room?" He saw you shook your head.

Was he so angry that he didn't come back to his room since yesterday?

Dmitri noticed the change in your expression. Feeling guilty, he laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his neck and said, “Oh, then he must be in the conference room already. It seems he was so nervous about being late that he left so early.”

Your lips taste bitter. It's as if he doesn't trust a single word you say. The hem of your dress is squeezed tightly.

Regrettably, your visions are true, whether he believes it or not. After yesterday, you no longer get another; which means even after you told him about it, it would most likely still happen. All you can hope for right now is that he stays away from the conference room's refreshments and food.

“Your Highness?” One of your ladies-in-waiting—whom you almost forgot existed behind you—calls you back to reality. Apparently you missed Dmitri's goodbye now that the man is nowhere to be found here. "What do you intend to do next?"

The heel of your high shoe is abruptly turned. You entered another hallway with your step. Because of how fast you walked, your maids cringed in fear that you would trip.

“Your Highness!”

Sasha's call was muffled by the click clack of your high heels hitting the marble floor as you stared ahead on your way to the main palace where the conference room was located.

While in the room in question, the nobles had filled their seats, in front of them was a cup of hot tea with biscuits neatly arranged on a plate. Childe stared at it longer than he should have. Even though he tries to deny it, your voice talking about your ability to see the future and the possibility that someone is planning to poison him has been constantly echoing in his mind since last night.

All of that and also your love confession.

Regrets fly around in his mind like doves. The series of sweet sentences that used to come to his mind every time he saw you ended unsaid and died at the back of his throat. At that moment he should have said it, should have confessed that he loves you just as much as you love him, if not more.

When all of this is over, he vows to come to you and convey how much he wants you too. Not as a chaotic man but, one who can always warm you in his arms.

"Gentlemen, we will continue to discuss the late king's death investigation as well as the succession to the throne, which was delayed yesterday."

As soon as Dmitri spoke, Childe raised his head to sweep a glance at the nobles. Some chose to avoid his gaze, some were too busy sipping their tea to notice.

Blue eyes landed on the cup again. Even though a minute before the meeting he had abruptly ordered the maid to replace all the tea and biscuits with new ones, Childe still hesitated to drink them. As a result, his dry throat was eased by his constant swallowing of saliva. He made a mental note to have Dmitri take it in for a discreet examination later.

While he was in thought, the conversation faded away as background noise until one of the nobles started asking him questions.

“Regarding Prince Shiva, has Your Highness made a decision?”

Before Dmitri—as his spokesperson—answered, Childe had already opened his mouth. "I have." He says. There was a tense silence that filled the room before he continued: “There will be no imprisonments of any kind until investigations prove Prince Shiva guilty.”

Several gasps filled the atmosphere, the tension turning into shock. In between, a noble clicked his tongue in disapproval of the Prince's 'generosity'. They started having their own discussions about his decision.

“Your Highness! Are you sure?! What about the results of the investigation that Duke Maxim spoke of?!”

“The results of the investigation he conducted without my knowledge only proved that the tea contained poison, the rest were baseless assumptions. Even though it happened at my father's meeting with the Prince, that is not yet sufficient evidence to make him a suspect.” Childe took a brief break before continuing,

“Although that poison is said to only be obtained from flowers that grow in Liyue, that does not rule out someone carrying it from there to here. It should be remembered that in order to poison the tea of a Snezhnayan king at Snezhnaya, one needs an accomplice here.”

Hearing his justification, the commotion in the room subsided. There were just hushed whispers being spoken amongst the several groupings of nobles.

"If you're looking for someone to look into, you should have investigated the maids and cooks first." After stating that, Childe gave Duke Maxim an obvious glare that was seen by all. "B You don't need to worry, though, because from now on, no one will be allowed to look into the late king's death without my consent and knowledge."

Duke Maxim froze in his seat while a noble sitting next to him quickly got up from the chair.

“Your Highness, this is madness! Are you saying that there is a traitor among us?! Don't you consider what will become of your people with all this?!” The old man shouted at the top of his throat.

However, rather than being enraged, Childe turned to him. “I am thinking about my people,” He said. "that's why I'm doing this."

The ginger-haired man got up from his seat, allowing the sunlight to stream in through the window and directly hit his blue eyes. His face was filled with certainty. Despite the cold expression on his face, his eyes were magically warm.

"My people don't need to suffer from another war."

Childe finished. His legs moved to leave the conference table, making his way towards the exit.

However, his steps were stopped when the sound of something exploding outside the building was heard—it was so great that the sturdy walls trembled. Dmitri, who was alert right away, hurried to his side. The panic of the aristocrats caused the room to become raucous.

“W-what is that?!”

"That sounded like an explosion!"

"Your Highness, we must quickly get out to a safe place!"

Panic filled Dmitri's voice as he drew his sword from its scabbard. However, it only mixed into the background noise because Childe’s mind was fixated on one.

You.

“(Y/N).”

Childe rushed toward the exit without warning, ignoring Dmitri's shouts behind him. He pulled on the doorknob and opened it, revealing the knights already in formation to lead him out of the room.

“Ajax!”

Instead of rushing towards them, his head is turned to your figure running towards him.

“(Y/N)!!”

Childe rushed to your side, taking you in his arms to keep you safe. Before long, knights began to swarm around him, making sure there were no gaps between their formations as they walked forward to leave the building.

"What happened?!" Dmitri, who came later, questioned.

"An explosion occurred on the north side of the building!" The head of the knights answered.

Dmitri asked a new question, "The cause?"

"Not yet known."

"What about mom, Teucer and Tonia?" Childe asked worriedly.

"They have been led to the safe room." He answered again before trailing off. "However, if I may assume, I believe this was an invasion."

An invasion.

For something that big, you wonder why you didn't get any vision about it. The last one you received still depicts someone plotting to poison Childe. Now that you think about it, you turn to Childe who holds you close, unscratched and with no sign of him having consumed poison.

Your mind freezes in realization.

Was this attack related to the poison? Perhaps the poison was not mixed into the drink served at the meeting. Your fear grows as you make your final assumptions about someone smearing it on a weapon—possibly a sword—and stabbing it at him.

If so, why did they bother to set off a bomb in the main palace's northern section, revealing their presence?

Or..

"This is a distraction!"

From your shout, their heads all turned to you. Your hesitant feet prevent Childe from continuing to walk, causing your group to come to a complete halt.

"What are you saying?" Childe furrowed his brows.

“The explosion is a distraction! They had predicted the members of the royal family would be rushed to the safe room the moment they heard it. And at that time, the attackers will attack us on the way there!”

Dmitri opened his mouth, "But, the safe room has been facilitated with concrete walls and heavy guard, Your Highness!"

"I know! They'll use the time before we arrive to launch an attack!"

The head guard gritted his teeth. “Damn it!” He cursed, forgetting Childe's presence beside him. "We've walked right into their trap!"

“What should we do now?!” one of the knights asked.

"We should split up."

The second it left your lips, Childe immediately opened his mouth to protest. "What do you mean?! It will just worsen the situation!” His words are nothing more than a sound that falls deaf to your ears.

"It's confirmed that His Highness is the target of the attack, so the knights should concentrate on escorting him through another path to reach the safe room."

“(Y/N)!” Childe reacted angrily to your suggestion.

Quickly, you pushed his arms around you. When you made it out of his embrace, Childe tried to come back to grab you.

“(Y/N)!! Don’t you dare!”

Now that you are used to his touch, your fingers feel cold without him. But, you have to endure it for one thing. "This is for the best, Your Highness." Yes, for the best, for Ajax.

On a signal from Dmitri, the knights took Childe away from you. If the circumstances are different, you will find it amusing because he looks like a puppy being dragged away by his master. However, you know the reality is this is a life threatening situation.

You were going to turn your body the other direction when your head screamed in agony. The ringing in your ears muffled Childe's voice screaming out to you.

After receiving the vision, you realized something.

That this is not a destiny that you can change, no matter how hard you try.

As you gather the strength to get back on your feet and run towards Childe, you keep replaying what you see in it—someone slamming a table in rage as his plan did not go as planned.

To reach him, you run and run.

Your mind replays how Duke Maxim's face turned red with intense emotion as he stood in front of the array of more familiar faces saying that the arrow should have been received by Childe, not you.

You continued to run despite the masked man crouching on the palace roof and preparing to shoot Childe with the arrows mentioned.

One of the most important things in your vision of the future, you see yourself running just like you are doing right now. Your arms are outstretched, wrapped around his neck in a hug that will hopefully be enough to protect him from harm.

The arrow is released. You are the one destined to receive it.

This destiny cannot be changed. But, even if it's possible, you have no intention of switching places with Childe. For once, let this be the one you don't want to change.

Blue eyes shifted their gaze away from you, onto something flashing in the sunlight. His heart nearly stopped when he realized what it was. As it directed at him, the arrow flew quickly and precisely.

Before he could feel the pain from it piercing his flesh, he first felt the warmth of your body colliding with his. For the first time, he is in horror from your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips were about to call your name, his feet were about to move him sidestep the arrows.

The arrow, however, pierced your back first.

Red had painted his white clothes.

Your trembling hands gripped his collar to hold back the burning pain in your back. Inadvertently, you bit your lower lip too deep trying to hold back a scream. Your breaths are short and irregular.

“No..no! NO!!” Childe is screaming out inconsolably, clutching your weak, collapsing hands.

In his vision, he cursed an extremely vivid red color. Everything had blurred into the background, and he couldn't hear the knights rushing to capture the archer earlier. Nothing matters, nothing matters but you. Even though the sight of you bleeding causes his knees almost lose their strength to support him, Childe will not let you go even if he has to crawl.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CALL THE HEALERS!”

Childe looked back at you, seeing that your face had become much paler. His heart is pounding, causing tremors in his hands which are still holding you. How helpless he appears to be in the face of death, that seems to threaten to take you away from him at any time. What might he offer God in exchange for your place? He was prepared to suffer all of your agony if it meant leaving you unscathed.

"Please, please.." Childe begged, his eyes streaming with tears. "Please, don't leave me."

Despite the fact that he prayed more earnestly than even a saint, God did not respond. Blue eyes widened as you coughed up blood. The excruciating pain intensified until your hands fell limp and could no longer reach him.

“(Y/N)!!”

“(Y/N)!! Stay with me, STAY WITH ME!!”

How easy the world appears in the guise of the ginger-haired man with blue eyes like the ocean. The tears running down his cheek remind you of pearls. Although it's beautiful, you really want to say to him: Don't cry. It hurts me to see you cry.

Childe lays you on his lap and kisses your knuckles. "Please, please.. you’re the only one I have." He says.

You squint again, attempting to interpret the movement of his lips, but you wind up focused on how rosy they are. You wonder if you can still touch it, if not with your thumb, then with yours.

The more blurry your vision, the more you feel you are starting to lose touch with reality. Is this the end? The only thing you're grateful for is the widespread numbness that prevents you from feeling how burning your internal organs are.

“(Y/N)!!”

The loud terrible ringing in your ears deafens you from the words escaping his lips as he takes you deeper into his embrace.

“Please.. I love you.”

It's too late now. A confession of love that falls upon the ear of a dying person is more tragic than one that is unrequited. Childe stiffened as soon as he felt your lungs were no longer expanding and contracting. You grow cold even in his arms. For the last time, your name left his lips in a cry of sorrow, despair; like the kind of someone who has lost his true love.

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♢ I love you, I own you | Tartaglia

warnings: yandere, dub-con, penetration, coming inside, unprotected, undertones of misogyny, toxic parents, manipulation and gaslighting, obsessive, paranoid, and possessive behavior, toxic mindset, coerced submission, getting walked into, bribing, murder, torture, self-doubt and insecurities (mc), arranged marriage, implied financial insecurity, implied virginity (mc & childe), spoilers for tartaglia’s story/lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unreliable narration (at times). ask to tag.

pairing: afab! fem! reader (bottom) x childe (top)

word count: 13.3k

a/n: ahhh; hopefully this is good >_< i love him so much… after almost a year, ‘tis done ^_^

part two: here

— 18+

Childe is horrified and incredibly angered, if not down right homicidal, when he finds out your parents planned to have you engaged to a no-name Fatui henchman, it’s only a further blow to his already weakened heart when the news don’t come from you nor your family but from the loud mouths of your “soon to be fiancé” and his goons. His blue eyes widen and he feels himself grow lightheaded, his stomach feels like it’s turning itself inside out and, oh Celestia, he thinks he’s going to puke.

While perhaps not the most befitting behavior for a Harbinger, Ajax couldn’t help but eavesdrop when he had first heard the mention of your name and while he’s extremely glad he did, - he’s silently thanking the Tsaritsa for telling him now so he could do something - he almost wishes he didn’t as he’s now forced to go back to his office and wordlessly deal with the intrusive thoughts racing through his head.

All he can think about are the countless pinky promises you’d both made to each other during your childhood, the coos of both of your parents when they had first heard him declare his love for you, the feeling of your hands against his when you kissed his cheek goodbye before the fateful day he stumbled down the abyss, the way you and only you were the sole thing keeping him together during his time there, the way you sobbed in relief when he first approached you after emerging victorious from hell itself; did those moments mean nothing? Had only he been impacted by them? Had you forgotten his love for you - your love for him?

No, he thought as he marched to his desk, there’s no way - you had to have felt it too, you must have kept those memories deep in your heart as did he. You both were meant to be, childhood sweethearts, one soul in two different bodies, created from the same stars and carved out from the same earth, put into the same world to meet and love each other from your first life to the last. You were his and he was yours, you were one and the same, you were lovers - it was written in the stars and in his very flesh, it was a fact as true as his love for you.

His breathing is ragged and he can’t contain his shaking body, he never should have trusted your parents - they obviously didn’t have your best interest in mind, if they cared about you at all they would have never promised your hand to another, they would’ve realized he, Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax, he was the best man for you.

Granted, they hadn’t heard from good little Ajax for years, not ever since he’d left for the Fatui - he only ever kept consistent correspondence with you and his family - but that’s no excuse, there was no excuse for their actions, they were disgusting pests that were blinded by greed. How much money had they taken to accept such a disgusting agreement? 500,000 Mora? No, that was too cheap… 1,000,000? 2,000,000? More? Maybe it was in the tens of millions, there was no way you were being given away for less, right?

“Ahhh,” the ginger sank in his chair, his trembling hands finding his hair and pulling at the soft strands in frustration, “what do I do now? What should I do? What should I do? Shit… this can’t be happening.”

He wanted to cry and destroy everything. Destroy that man, no… that poor, pathetic excuse of a man that had dared try and stake his claim on you. This wasn’t your fault, there was no way you knew – never once in your letters had you mentioned a lover nor a wedding, you would have told him - would have begged for him to save you - if you did know you must have cried and begged for them to not marry you to that bastard, sobbed as you muttered his - Ajax’s - name like a mantra, begging to be taken by him and finally wed to the true love of your life.

It felt like the world was falling and crushing him alive.

How could they do this to you? How dare they do this to you? To him, to you, to the both of you.

He could just have the man killed, sent on a suicide mission disguised as an essential step for gnosis hunting - maybe even under the pretense of a promotion, he was sure he’d accept anything, he was a no name soldier that would probably be forgotten by the next round of recruitment -, and make your parents go bankrupt, burn their house and have their businesses fail before delivering the final blow of jailing them due to fraud or maybe even executed under claims of treason; the thoughts calmed his rapid heart, if only slightly.

They needed to be taught a lesson, they shouldn’t put their dirty, greedy hands where they didn’t belong.

But no, that’d be too light of a punishment, and there would be so many loose threads - he’d rather be on good terms with your family - if only for you -, could it maybe be a misunderstanding? It could be, right? They were like family to him once, after all, and a part of him hates the idea of them having grown so vile and corrupted, they were supposed to be his in-laws and he’d rather his children have both sets of grandparents. Not to mention, you’d be so sad to see them gone, even if there was a chance they were worth nothing more than dirt.

No, that wouldn’t do, his wife couldn’t be sad - he’d confront them as soon as physically possible, question their actions and propose a better arrangement, and depending on their answer they would become the Fatui’s latest show of loyalty to the Tsaritsa or officially join the perfect future he’d dreamed of with you.

Yes, that’s what he’d do, his shaking heart finally comes to a rest as he begins to plan his trip. If things went south he could easily have his initial plan executed quickly, and while he doesn’t particularly like the idea of having to plan their execution arrangements, justice wasn’t always pleasant.

It’d be alright, surely all of this could be resolved through a mature, adult conversation. And if not, then Childe wasn’t a Harbinger for naught.

It takes him a few days until he’s able to find the time to meet up with your parents, though, honestly, it’s more like barging into your home unannounced and demanding answers. He has a job - a serious job, after all, one that demands his presence and takes true effort and work, unlike that shitty excuse of meat your parents wanted you to marry - and he had matters to attend to – after all forging evidence for a possible execution isn’t easy and he wants to be prepared, it was one of the few times where he wanted to come in with a proper battle plan.

He had it all planned out if things went south, a few reports here, some testimonies there, a lengthy transcript or two, a handful of bank reports, and soon your parents would look like traitors to the crown and be sentenced to public execution.

All he had to do was confront them in person. He wasn’t sure if your parents would be home, he hoped so as to not prolong such a troublesome process any longer, but he was willing to wait. He was getting his answers today, one way or another; he’d free you from this horrid arrangement and whisk you away to give you the life you truly deserved.

Luckily for him, you live in the same neighborhood as you always had, so no time had to be wasted searching for your family’s whereabouts. It had been a long time since he’d had the chance to come back to his childhood neighborhood and he can’t help the giddiness in his heart as he strolls through memory lane while making his way down the streets you two shared a childhood in, it looked almost the same - a few differences here and there like a new house or someone’s place having been renovated, but it felt just like home. His parents had long since moved houses into a fancier side of the city, the money Childe managed to bring home as a Harbinger long since allowing them the luxuries that had once felt impossible, but he almost wishes they hadn’t as he spots your family’s humble abode, his heart longing back to the days of your shared youth.

It’s a two story house, built with strong wood made to resist Snezhnaya’s harshest winters and the cold summers, the roof was made of strong wood and designed so that snow would fall as to not sink, the front yard still held the swing you’d begged your parents for on your tenth birthday, the mailbox was still slightly crooked from the time he had head-butted it when racing you back from the park, the flowerbed still held the same flowers and plants that were able to withstand Snezhnaya’s harsh weather, the tree somehow still seemed to harbor the countless balls you two had gotten stuck there back when you were in your preteens; it was like it had been frozen in time, the only true difference he could spot was your older figure sitting on the front steps looking as if you were waiting for something, maybe someone; maybe him.

His heart stops as do his steps, he’d been so busy the last couple of years he hadn’t been able to pay you a visit in person, he’d had a few soldiers patrol the area before, but nothing could prepare Ajax for the surge of emotions that coursed through his body as he laid eyes on you.

Your body was taller and you had grown into your features, but you were still you - your eyes still shined with the hope and love he’d long since lost while your lips were still as tempting as he remembered. There was no doubt it was you, he’d recognize you anywhere; no matter how much you changed. But you looked sad, your lips downcast, your eyes filled with tears, and your frame hunched over, it was clear you were cold by the shaking of your frame but you didn’t falter - still sitting down with a flimsy blanket wrapped around you as you waited.

The scene made him pick up his pace, he was desperate to reach your side; what had happened? Why did you look so sad? Were you hurt? His men had not informed him of anything happening that would explain the crystal like tears that pooled in your eyes, just the sight was enough to have his blood boiling and fists shaking as he wondered who was responsible for the pain you so openly displayed.

Have you found out about Andrei and your parents’ sins? The thought of them being the reason for your sorrow made him grow dizzy with rage, but the negative feelings can only last so long as he has you in his sights. Your mere presence seemed to lull his emotional heart into a more tranquil state.

“[Y/N]?” Childe asked, he was only a few feet away from you but he didn’t dare walk closer, “Is that you?”

“A-Ajax?” Your eyes widened, hope evident in your voice and it’s like all traces of the previous pain in your face had vanished, “Oh, Ajax!”

You hesitate for a second before breaking into a smile when you realize it really was him. It almost looks like you want to burst into tears and he’s sure he probably doesn’t look any better, seeing you in the flesh after so long felt like a dream and as if every moment without you until now had been but a nightmare, he can’t help himself from running towards you and throwing himself into your arms. He looks older, definitely more mature, his is build stronger now - probably due to the fighting and training he endured as a Harbinger, you thought - but his smile was still the same, perhaps a bit empty but it still filled your heart with a warmth that could battle Snezhnaya’s unforgiving cold. It felt right to have him back in your arms as if time had never been cruel and taken him away from you, you could have sweared your worries disappeared the moment you took in his warmth.

His white coat floats through the air as he lands between your arms, and you can feel his smile in your chest as he hugs you tight.

He was finally home, he thought, in your arms and back in the neighborhood that had raised him - he was with you and that was all that mattered, the man was filled with so much ecstasy he could almost forget why he’d come here.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, your voice is shaky and the ginger feels himself melt at the familiar tone of your voice.

“I should be asking you that,” he laughs, his eyebrows becoming furrowed in concern as he speaks, “it’s freezing, darling, you shouldn’t be outside.”

“I… I was waiting for one of your letters,” you whisper shyly, during your time away from each other - weekly letters had been your primary source of communication, something you’d learn to love and cherish as one of the few forms of contact you and Childe could have without your parents knowing his dangerous job and position.

“You’re so cute,” he coos, he feels a weight lift off his shoulders as he realizes you were safe, if anything he feels ashamed he hadn’t been able to send you anything and caused you such pain, his heart aches as he tries to wrap around his head he may have hurt your feelings, his gloved fingers find your cheek and squeezes it tightly, “however, it’s too cold for you to be outside with just a blanket, my love.”

“I know,” you shake your head, you go to lift a hand to wipe the stray tears that had escaped you but Childe takes care of it for you as he delicately caressed your face, “it’s just, I hadn’t heard from you in almost two weeks and I got worried, I thought… maybe something had happened in Liyue and you’d gotten hurt.”

“O-oh… I’m sorry,” his deep blue eyes look downcast as he processes your words, “I never meant to worry you, I had so much to do and to say that instead of a letter I decided to come meet you in person, i-isn’t that better, love? I simply couldn’t be away from you any longer, it’s my fault, though, I should have told you so earlier, ahh… I can’t believe I’ve made my angel cry.”

A poor soldier would have their head cut off tonight, he thought, for he was certain he’d sent a bag full of letters meant to last you at least a full season to be delivered everyday to you while he arranged for this mess to be solved.

You nod as stars fill your eyes before shaking your head as if assuring him you were alright. You loved Ajax and you had loved him for almost all your life, from the moment you met him you’d been charmed by his boyish good looks and charisma, of course a few things had changed, but he was still your sweet Ajax, the boy who’d stolen your heart and kept it safely within his arms for as long as you’ve known him.

“Come on,” you signal him to stand up with a soft pat and the man has to stop himself from begging for more of your touch, “let’s go inside, you must be tired and we have so much to talk about.” He nods and lets himself be pulled up by you as you giggle and smile about finally being able to talk face to face after years of not being able to physically see each other.

You feel like a teenager again as you lead Ajax into your house, your heart beating like you were confessing your love for the first time - the excitement was practically the same, your head felt fuzzy from the warm feeling holding Childe’s hand gave you; you had missed him terribly. You feel like you were about to explode into a million piece from excitement, your head filled with everything you’ve ever wanted to say to Ajax’s face ever since he left, all the news that felt too important to simply write out and that had you hoping a day like this would finally come, you’re scared of coming off too intensely but your heart truly feels like it’ll burst from joy, unfortunately your excitement comes to an abrupt end when you finally drag him into your living room. You turn around to offer him a drink or something to eat, the trip from the capital all the way over here was a couple hours long and he’d always had quite an appetite, but you’re faced with a look of disappointment and slight anger as he looks around the room, your heart sinks - just seconds ago he was all smiles and laughter as you two embraced each other in the harsh winter, having created a warm paradise between each other, but now he looked as if he couldn’t stand to be in your house and you wonder if maybe you’d angered him somehow even though you logically knew you’d done nothing other than invite him inside.

Maybe you were overreacting, you think, you’d been quite paranoid as of recently, your family had been distant and you’d been feeling lonely and anxious for a while. It’d been an embarrassingly long time since you’d had guests over, at least, guests that mattered to you and hadn’t been your parents’ friends or siblings spouses. The look in Ajax’s face makes your stomach churn; had something happened?

“Are your parents home?” He asks, his voice tinged in a mixture of distaste and sadness, it’s lower than when he’d spoken to you earlier and you wonder what could have happened to create such a drastic change in his behavior. If you took the time to notice you’d see how his eyes glare at the family portrait; the two traitors clear as day as they embraced their children, Childe couldn’t help but see them in a new, more negative and hateful light.

Not after two weeks of research, not when he was now certain they wanted to get in his way.

“No, they said they weren’t coming home until later tonight, but if you want to stay till then I’m sure they'd love to see you again,” you try to reassure him thinking he was perhaps saddened at not being able to see your parents, it’d make sense since, unlike you two, they hadn’t been able to keep in touch since the young man’s career in the Fatui began.

“I… I don’t think I want to meet them, no,” Ajax shakes his head, his hair bouncing as he makes his way to your sofa, his legs tremble slightly – cowards, he thinks, not even able to show their faces, “I actually came here to talk to them but, ha… now that I’m here I’m not too sure.”

“Hmm, how so?” You ask, your heart - which was already quite nervous at his sudden change of mood - sinks further, a sudden uneasiness fills your lungs.

He’d come here in hopes of finding you parents and confronting them with his findings, he would have offered them a chance to redeem themselves and cancel the wedding without you even finding out about the secret dealings they’d been making in your name, but they were not here, you were. Maybe, he could change his battle plan, if he couldn’t talk to your parents… why not simply talk to you? If he’d offered a higher sum and never asked you himself, he’d be no better than that lowlife and your parents, not that you’d reject him - but the thought of steeping as low as they did made him sick.

“What are your thoughts about marriage?” The question is so sudden and unrelated to the previous topic you instinctively frown.

“Marriage,” you sit down opposite of him, it feels like you’re in a job interview as he questions you, “I mean, I’ve thought about it but I’m not sure I want to get married, at least not now, I’m not too sure I’d want to give it all up; I mean, I have a job and friends, there’s so much to do, so much I want to do… and I can’t say I’d be able to do it all if I was married. I’d like to travel and, I… I don’t know, learn more I guess, I feel like if I settle down it'll be once I’m more, you know, confident or mature?”

You trail off awkwardly, it was true - the only times you’d ever seriously thought about marriage often included you being significantly older and, most of the time, with an already retired Ajax — though you wouldn’t admit that to his face unless you were certain he felt the same. You’d rather keep that last part hidden, if not for fear of making him uncomfortable, for the sake of your heart and fear of being brushed aside. Your parents had made it quite clear; you were no marriage-material, you’d be lucky if you even manage to get a partner at this rate, and you doubted a man as accomplished as Tartaglia, Ajax, the 11th Harbinger, would settle for a average, clumsy, pessimistic small town girl such as yourself.

He stays quiet as if a million thoughts were racing around his head; that wasn’t the answer he particularly wanted, he’d rather hear you’d been fantasizing of marrying him, hear you ramble on and on about how you’d been waiting for him and were just about ready to go down the aisle with him and promise yourself to one another but he was glad you weren’t against the idea of marriage, even if he wished you’d been more open about doing it sooner rather than later; but that would change, he was sure of it.

“And, uh, what about you?” You ask, the air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to ease the tension, only one thought was really running through your head that you were too afraid to ask; “What was going on with Ajax?”

“Me?” The question snaps him out of whatever mental trance he’d caught himself in, “Well, I want to get married, the sooner the better, I want to have a family, but it’s gotta be with the person I love the most in this world, I couldn’t bring myself to imagine living without them.”

Neither the words themselves nor the sentiment are crazy, even if you’d only just gotten to know him, it was obvious Ajax wanted a loving family to call his own and it was a pretty common desire for many, it more so was the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own as he spoke, as if he were trying to let you know it was you who he was talking about. You flustered at the thought, it was perhaps selfish to think it was you he was talking about but the thought pleased you nonetheless even if your parents’ words echoed in your mind.

“That’s, ah,” you mumble, breaking eye contact and looking elsewhere, trying to calm your beating heart, you should stop being so silly - he was here to talk with your parents, not you, both of you meeting was mere coincidence, nothing else, “really nice, I hope you find them soon..”

“You do?” He smiles, seemingly pleased with your words, but it’s significantly weaker than usual.

There’s an awkward silence as you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’d come here to propose. You know it sounds crazy and incredibly sudden but the mention of marriage and wanting to talk to your folk, the fact he’d made the time in his incredibly busy schedule and travels to come over to your house, it made it sound like he had ulterior motives for coming here and just the thought of them had you flustered. You may have just said you wanted to hold off on marriage, that you doubted someone like him would even think of being your partner, but you felt certain that if Ajax asked for your hand you would agree with no hesitation – out of a pitiful mix of love and desperation.

You’re unsure of what to do and are about to speak up, willing to say almost anything to move the conversation forward and away from the topic, but he beats you to it and breaks the silence first.

“Listen, dove… I-I love your parents and I wouldn’t accuse them of something like this if I didn’t have evidence, okay?” He lies through his teeth, after finding out the way they were so willing to get in between you two he could barely stand the thought of them now, but he’s lucky the rest of the words come easy, “I really didn’t want to believe this either, but I have many a reason to suspect they may be trying marrying you off soon to a stranger.”

“W-What?” You breathe out, you struggle to process his words, it’s as if they’d bounced off your brain and floated off elsewhere, “M-marrying me off? What’s - what do you mean?”

No, no, no way.

You feel yourself grow tense and light headed.

What sort of messed up prank was this? There was no way… right?

“It seems they found a member of the Fatui,” he shakes his head, “a guy named Andrei Galkin, and they’re planning to marry you off to him, so I decided to ask around - it seems like it’s been a topic for a while now, money may be involved too, the reason I came here was to… have a talk with your parents, see if I could change their mind.”

“D-do you even have proof?” You ask with a shivering voice, heat rushes to your cheeks as you begin to feel hot in embarrassment and anger; your parents were meaning to sell you off to some man? This had to be a joke Childe was playing, you’d known he’d become a bit off after the Abyss incident and you knew his time as a Harbinger probably messed him up, but this wasn’t funny. It was disgusting, the mere prospect has you trembling as you try and grasp what on earth was happening. However, the more you look at him, you wonder if this is a joke at all. You studied him and his expression, desperately trying to see anything on his face that’d indicate this was a sick prank from his part, a cheeky smile or maybe lack of eye contact - anything would do, you felt yourself begin to hyperventilate as you realized how absurd it’d be for him to come all the way to a village hours away from the main city to play such a horrible joke on you, one he must have known would cause you pain and anguish — you doubted he’d want to see you like this, at least you hoped he wouldn’t want to see you like this.

Oh, the realization makes you grow lightheaded, he was probably telling the truth.

“There’s correspondence between them and his family, there’s also a wedding venue booked under their names,” Ajax mumbled, his voice a mere whisper against the sound of your beating heart, he pulls a few files from his coat and hands them to you - your last name is printed on the cover and you quickly open them and browse through the pages, your heart sinks, “I also found money transactions between your family and the Galkin family, about… I’m sorry but I can’t —“

“How much, Ajax?” You feel stiff and your hands start shaking making it hard for you to continue flipping through the countless reports, photographs, records, bank transactions, and letters, your blood feels terribly cold as you try to calm down the whirlwind of feelings that coursed through your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down, not when your family, your parents of all people, have seemed to been able to calmly put a price on not only your love but your person as well.

“About 900,000 Mora,” he mutters, cold blue eyes avoiding your gaze as he continues, “to Uncle and Auntie from Andrei’s family.”

“900,000 Mora…” You feel your heart shatter as Childe brings a comforting hand towards your shoulders, his calloused fingers massaging your tense muscles, “You’re… you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I’d never lie about such a thing,” he approaches you slowly, Ajax continues speaking as he envelops you with a hug soon after removing the papers from your trembling hands,“this pains me as much as it pains you.”

All of this was true, it’d taken him a long time to gather it all, but the reality was simple and cruel;

your parents had begun arranging for your marriage to an older Fatui soldier for after his retirement.

“Why… why would they do this?” You mutter, feeling sorrow slowly fill your lungs up - making it harder to breathe comfortably, “H-how could they? How could they? Why… Ajax, w-why?”

You felt like an idiot, just minutes ago you’d naively thought you may be getting proposed to by your childhood lover, a childish and hopelessly romantic thought, but now you’re sitting in your living room, on the verge of a breakdown as you tried to think of why on earth your parents would be willing to accept such an offer on your behalf, why they’d use you - their daughter - for Mora.

“Shhh, it’s okay, let it out,” he brings your head into his shoulder, caressing your back in a soothing manner, “it must feel horrible, I’m sure.”

And so you sit there, sobbing into your old friend as you try and process the information presented in front of you. It takes you a good couple of minutes to calm down, by then you two have once again sat down on the couch.

“What am I going to do?” You bury your face into your hands, your body shook as you thought about having to confront your parents once they arrived now with the knowledge you had.

It takes Ajax a couple of seconds before he speaks up, he needed to make it seem like he hadn’t been thinking of this from the moment he’d gotten his hands on the evidence himself; “I have an idea but...”

Your head shoots up in record speed, you could practically feel your neck crack from the sudden move but you didn’t care, you were desperate for a solution - no matter how good or bad it may be; “Oh come on, just spit it out, nothing could be worse than this.”

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches; “M-Marry you?”

He nods, sapphire eyes staring you down like a hunter would prey - you didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

“Why?”

“Why?” He echos, you can see him stifle a laugh, “Because it’s either that or marrying some lowlife named Andrei who paid to wed you.”

You feel your body stiffen at the harsh words, they were true but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to hear. You avoid looking him in the eyes, your hands anxiously twiddle each other.

“… and what if you’re wrong?”

“What?” He asks as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said.

“What if my parents aren’t marrying me off…”

“Darling,” Ajax laughs but his eyes didn’t seem to have gotten the memo, “are you doubting me? I gave you evidence, it’s right there.”

“Not necessarily,” you look away, you couldn’t help but wonder why you needed to explain yourself, “but, come on, I can’t accept this, it’s too sudden and mom and dad, t-they’d never do this to me, right? I’m their daughter, you know? They love me, they said they did and you don’t do this if you love someone, right?. So… so w-what if you’re wrong?”

“Wrong? There’s no other interpretation that makes sense of what we’ve both seen. Why would I lie to you about this? Come on, love, look at me, do I look like I’m enjoying this?” He questions you, “Look at me, come on, listen to me, if it were up to me,” he grabs your chin when you refuse to meet his gaze, his dark blue eyes stare deeply into your soul; they don’t shine the way the once used to, “I would have asked them for their blessing and proposed to you in the plaza, I would have had a ring ordered from Liyue costume made for you, I’d organize for their to be flowers of every color imaginable, even arrange food and music too, there would be hundreds onlookers who’d die to experience a fraction of the joy we would be feeling, I would have invited my family and yours, I’d have you wearing a custom dress, you’d be the happiest woman in Teyvat if I’d have my way… but look where we are instead, can’t you see? This isn’t what I wanted for us, this isn’t what I wanted for you, but we still have time, we can still fix it. But before that first, you have to believe me and get it through your head; this is who they are, this is what they’ve done, your parents don’t love you any more.”

“…” You can only look at him in shock as you feel tears swell in your eyes because it was not far fetched to say that the last few months your family had been distant, that they’d begun to act strange, and that you’d been short on cash for Tsaritsa knows how long, it hurt because a part of you felt like this was plausible. Because it was true, you were the youngest and that you didn’t exactly pull your weight the same way your siblings did, it was true you’d been more of a casualty in your family’s life but that didn’t mean they’d sell you off. No, they had treated you with love and kindness, they’d been there for every big step in your life, they loved you… right? They’d never do this to you, they would never accept Mora in exchange for your hand in marriage. They would never trade their love for you for some Money… right?

Maybe their love was ensuring you had a better future, one where your lover took care of you even if you didn’t exactly choose them, it was true your love life had been awfully stale, that the only person you’d ever been interested in who had also liked you back was in the army, and that you were never quite able to secure a full time job, it was always part-time and you were always booked the least compared to your coworkers. It was true you didn’t have many friends, most of the people your age had moved away by now, you were the only one of your siblings who wasn’t married or dating someone, out of all of your siblings you were the only one who seemed to remain the same no matter how many years passed. Maybe it was exactly what this was, a misunderstood, misplaced, and ill-fitting way of showing their love; but maybe you hated the thought this was their way of expressing it more than you were moved they’d tried at all.

“Shhh, my love,” you didn’t quite catch when Ajax had started wiping your tears away nor when he had managed to get so close, but at that moment – the moment where your whole life felt so uncertain and shaken – you were willing to ignore it all, “it’s okay, I know what you’re thinking… My offer still stands, you can still marry me.”

“And then what?” You sobbed, holding his gloved hands tightly against your cheek, “What am I going to do after that?”

“You’ll move in with me,” he responds matter of factly yet his tone is still soft, as if he feared speaking too loudly would scare you away, “and we’ll tell them together and you’ll make your bags and we’ll be on our way away from all of this mess. Please listen to me, sweetheart, as of right now, I’m the only choice for you – it won’t be bad at all, it’ll be lovely in fact, don’t you want that?”

“…”

“Please, please trust me, I only want what’s best for you,” he continues, ignoring your silence and instead continuing to caress your skin, “I’ve worked with Andrei, he’s no good, he’s older and cranky, he’s always in a bad mood, he won’t satisfy you, and I don’t want you to be miserable, I mean look at you, is this what you want? Hear me out and put trust in me, you won’t regret it; I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”

“But…”

“I love you and I know you love me,” he whispered, drawing closer to you, his voice low as he slowly leans into your lips, he stops right before they can touch his own, “and I’m sure you’ll grow to love this too.”

There’s a silence as you let your options cross your head, you feel yourself grow overwhelmed, being struck with grief and regret in such strong waves you have no choice but to simply give in to the only secure stone you currently see in the storm that was brewing in your mind.

He loved you, he said so himself, and he’d protect you, he’d promised. You could trust him, you had to trust him; you had no one else.

“I’ll… I’ll marry you.”

“That’s my girl.” He boasts, his face – which is now close enough for you to smell the mint in his breath – breaks into a smile before he’s leaning into your face to kiss you; You reciprocate the action and close your eyes, secretly hoping that today was but a nightmare.

You feel his gloved hands wander around your body, the leather-like material is smooth as his skilled digits play around. There’s barely any time to breathe as he continues kissing you until you grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen entering your lungs.

You had always liked Ajax, always dreamed of marrying him, but as your dreams were coming true you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the circumstances that brought it up.

“Darling,” he moans, as he finally parts himself from your abused lips, “you’re not kissing back, don’t tell me you –“

“Ajax,” you interrupt, your voice barely above a whisper as you desperately try to dive into his eyes, seeking an answer, “why are you doing this?”

The question spoke for itself, no further clarification was needed; why had he come? Why had he revealed your parents’ plans? Was it even as awful as he made it seem? Why did he care? Why now? Did he really want to marry you or did he just feel responsible for you? Why did he bring himself into this mess? Why you, why him, why, why, why, why? Simply; why?

A part of you couldn’t quite believe what you’d heard, you still struggled to grasp the idea that your parents would even think of giving your hand away for Mora, and yet the intensity in his voice, the anger in his tone as he relayed the information he’d gathered could have convinced anyone, you doubted he’d lie about something as severe. If this was the truth, it’d been revealed to you too quickly, you’d been expected to get over it too soon, one moment you find out your parents were getting rid of you and your trust in the most materialistic of ways and the next you’ve been proposed to by a man you hadn’t seen in person for over half a decade. You can’t help but wonder if you said yes because you loved him or because you were desperate, for what - you didn’t know.

“Because I love you,” he speaks, his dull eyes finding yours and you wonder if they’d always lacked light, “I love you… and I’m not letting anyone get in my- our way.”

In his head, this was the only way to have you, this was the only way to love you, he was going to save you.

He doesn’t stop to wait for your response before he’s picked you up with ease, years of training and hard work evident by how nonchalantly he walks around your house and goes up the stairs, ignoring all the other rooms and picking up the pace the closer you got to the destination; you were going to your bedroom, you realize, the one you’d been occupying since you were a child. You never thought your house to be small but the speed in which he was walking made you aware of how short the distance between your bedroom and living room was.

“Ajax, what are you doing?” You whimper, you hold on tightly to the ginger, you’re so close you can smell his cologne, afraid he’d let you do if you let up even for a second.

“I’ll show you,” he continued down the hall, there’s an edge to his voice that gives you a chill, he sounded almost angry but with whom you did not know, “I’ll show you why I’m doing this.”

You two finally make your way to your bedroom where he kicks the door open and plops you, quite unceremoniously, down onto the mattress. He kicks off his shoes and wiggles his heavy coat off before climbing the bed with you, he tugs you around until you’re below him.

“You’re doing all of this too fast, calm down,” you argue, pain and sorrow still evident in your voice and it hurts his soul to hear it, “you don’t have to prove me anything, I…”

“Everything I’ve said is true, love,” the red-head insists, “and I’m doing this equally for me as I’m doing it for you.”

You don’t respond, instead you opt to look away; his gaze was becoming too intense and it was making you feel funny in ways you hadn’t felt before.

“Look at me,” his hands find your jaw and he redirects your gaze forcefully, “you’ve already said yes, unless… don’t tell me you,” his eyes darken as they narrowed, an almost animalistic look took over his features, “you lied and you don’t want to marry me.”

“I… I do, I’ve always wanted to, but,” It’s embarrassing to admit but you do so anyway in fear of creating a misunderstanding between the two of you, everything was going so fast you were struggling to keep up, “but… is this really how you want to do it?”

You were certain you could take things slower, maybe wait for your parents to come home and talk to them, you didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry, was this healthy? Was this okay?

“Yes,” it seems like he can sense your hesitation so he continues, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His words held so much certainty you almost feel stupid for even questioning him, he drew near your lips once more before engulfing your mouth in a kiss, this time with much more vigor than before.

His teeth nip at your lips, begging for entry and you shyly grant it, slowly parting your mouth open. It’s all so messy as you feel his tongue enter your mouth, the muscle seemingly had a life of its own as it mapped your mouth, teeth clashed against each other as if he were desperate to dominate you.

His hands find your waist and insists on pushing you further into the bed, molding your body into the mattress, as he rubs your sides with slow, sensual movements that light your body ablaze. The contrast between the continuous attacks on your lips and the soft stroking of your body left you dizzy, he handled you as if you were made of porcelain and yet ravaged you like a beast when granted access.

You unknowingly whine as your lips finally part, taking a deep breath of air in the process, a thin strip of saliva connected you both, a lewd indicator of the passion Ajax wished to imprint on you. You’re both panting, clearly riled up from the heated kiss, but the man on top of you insisted on letting his hands work their way through you. Your eyes trail downwards where his gloved digits traced the shape of your body, the way they glide across your curves and dips was hypnotizing, and you miss the way a smirk overtakes his features as he realizes how tightly he’s got you wrapped around those very same fingers.

You feel his breath before you hear his words; “Can I take this off?”

His voice is barely above a whisper yet his question rings around the room like a scream, you feel yourself grow hot under your clothes; the same ones he’d just asked to remove off of you.

You’re too embarrassed to answer him, still slightly hesitant to continue going, you can feel your cheeks heat up into a burning mess and you’re scared that if you speak you’ll make a fool of yourself, so instead you nod slowly, trying to calm your racing mind, moving your eyes elsewhere in hopes you wouldn’t have to see the smug look his face was sure to take.

However, he’s quick to catch your face and redirect your gaze back to himself; “Thank you.”

You let him pick you from the bed to fiddle with the claps on the back of your dress, his fingers are swift in figuring out how to free you from your outer layers, it’s almost amazing how quickly he’s able to take your clothes off until you’re clad in your modest undergarments.

Due to Snezhnaya’s unforgiving winters you often layered multiple articles of clothing and prioritized warmth over aesthetics, the thought your underwear might be underwhelming doesn’t cross your mind until you’re left with your thigh-length woolen socks and plain bra and panties. You wonder if maybe the sight would be disappointing for a man as well traveled as Childe, he’s probably seen much more appealing bodies and clothes during his travels, but that idea goes as quickly as it comes when you finally see his reaction to your partially bare body.

Even though he still wore multiple layers, you could see the way his chest had begun to fall and rise unsteadily, his cheeks have taken a feverish glow, and his breath has become noticeably ragged, the hands that held the clothes he’d recently taken off your body were clearly shaking, his fists tightened their grip on the soft fabrics of your garments until they wrinkled. His eyes never left you, even as they traveled through your body, mapping out every nook and cranny he so desperately wanted to mark and savor, he didn’t dare let his gaze wander as if afraid the minute he did you’d disappear and he’d wake up in his office, cold and alone.

“Hah…” Ajax lets out a soft moan as he takes in the sight in front of him, he feels weak and bothered as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you breathed, he lets his eyes go downwards until he’s face to face with your covered pussy and he feels his underwear slowly moisten as he catches sight of a small wet patch that had formed in your panties.

“Don’t look at me like that…” You mumble into your arms, your body instinctively tries to hide itself but your friend doesn't allow it. The minute he feels your legs try to bundle together he slots himself in between them and throws your clothes away so he can fully grasp and force them apart.

There’s silence as you both stare at each other, waiting for one of you to make the first move and fully pass the point of no return.

Surprisingly, this time it’s you who grows impatient and drags the ginger down to meet your hungry lips.

Maybe it’s because right now, Ajax felt like the only person who cared about you and you felt desperate to feel comforted, you felt betrayed and hurt and you craved to be reminded you were loved. It wasn’t healthy and a part of you felt guilty, like you were using him for momentary comfort, as if you’d forced him to come and offer his hand in marriage, if you were smarter and stronger maybe you would’ve realized what was going on and could have stopped it. But he’d said he loved you, right? You loved him, you knew you did and he’d gone and declared his love for you first, even when you were kids he was always dedicated to reminding you of his adoration, but your parents said that too and where did that lead to? He wasn’t doing this out of feeling obligated to care for you, was he?

Maybe this was a mistake, you probably should not be initiating sex with a man you haven’t seen in person in years after he came to tell you your parent had sold you off to marry some rich old, gross soldier, you instead should have sat down and talked for longer, tried figuring out what was going on and perhaps find a solution that didn’t include you marrying your childhood sweetheart, not out of love but out of fear of being forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger. But the fact of the matter is that you didn’t do that, you let yourself be dragged along by his passion and desperation, you now laid in bed making out with Ajax as you desperately tried to push the thoughts of self-doubt and disgust away.

You try to focus on the present without thinking of the past nor the future; The almost one million Mora your parents had pocketed didn’t mean anything, there was no Andrei Galkin, Ajax had never left you, the Fatui didn’t exist, there hadn’t been any betrayal or hurt feelings, you were safe and you were free, there was nothing. In this room, at least for this moment, all that existed was you and Tartaglia.

His shirt is a barrier between your greedy hands and his naked body that’s becoming increasingly annoying as you parted your lips to grant him access to your all of mouth, which he gladly accepts as your tongues caress each other in a sloppy manner, you feel your teeth sometimes clash with his own but you’re too focused on tugging at his clothes, trying to get them off with the least amount of space between you both to care. They could rip, you didn’t care, you wanted to feel his body and warmth, you needed to feel alive.

Your body is starting to feel tingly, your nipples feel hard against your bra and your lower region becomes needy. You want him to touch you more but his hands are busy fiddling with your hips and waist, alternating between the two spots as he caresses and pinches your skin.

You both seem hesitant to let each other go even if it’s for something as necessary as catching your breaths, but even if things seemed to have slowed down it didn’t mean something isn't happening.

“Ajax,” your voice is soft and breathless, you feel your lungs beg you to not speak, “take ‘em off, wanna touch you…”

You gesture at his clothes, slowly running a finger around his chest and stopping at - where you guessed - his nipple was and pressing down hard.

A deep grunt of approval escaped the man’s lips at the feeling and it took him a second to nod, busy trying not to focus too much on the way he felt his cock throbbing, and back off to make way for him to take his clothes off. Childe refuses to completely climb off you, instead leaning backwards to unbutton his shirt and click off the harness he wore, his coat falling behind is his figure, and his shoes long since thrown elsewhere, his pink nipples are clearly sensitive as his eyes shut off tightly as his clothes graze them, his whole body felt on fire - as if your mere presence were an aphrodisiac to the man. Next is his pants and socks and he does his very best to be as quick as humanly possible, they’re all off in record speed and he’s soon only wearing his underwear.

The minute he’s done, he’s thrown himself back onto you as if trying to make up for the few seconds he’d parted from you.

You’re flustered as you finally feel his skin freely come in contact with yours, as if the situation slowly began sinking in just then. Not to mention, you’d caught sight of his raging boner through the thin layer of fabric that constituted his undergarments. It looked big and thick and you wondered, if you even reached that point, if it was even possible to feel good from such a thing pounding on your hole, it looked like it’d hurt more than anything. But a greedy part of you was desperate to find out how it’d feel to have all of him inside of you, to have his fat tip caressing the deepest corners of your body, painting your gummy insides white.

This time, you both skip the kissing and go straight to touching each other, this time more shamelessly and with less hesitance. Your hands find his neck and you pull his head into the crook of your neck where he dedicates his time to litter kisses across the area, you let your hands wander across his shoulders and neck, softly scratching the skin under your nails whenever he kisses a particularly sensitive spot. On the other hand, Ajax let his hands travel across your chest and cup your breasts, he molds the flesh like a stress ball, tightening his grip and pulling at them like they were toys. The feeling of your bra coming into contact with your hardening nipples makes you whimper and moan while your body contorts in an attempt to meld deeper with the man on top of you.

Your movements are restricted and awkward as you were currently caged between the bed and him, but you do your best to communicate your growing neediness.

“A-Ajax, mhmm~!” You gasp, his teeth gnaw at a spot in your neck that has a shot of neediness reaching your privates in electrifying waves, “… more, I wan’ more…”

You can feel his lips curve into a smirk as he hears the desperation in your voice but he’s not better at concealing the very obvious way your words affected him; “My dove wants more? Hah—haha, a-aren’t you such a cute ‘nd needy little thing.”

You huff slightly at his teasing words but you can’t deny that the way he addressed you as “his” made you grow increasingly horny. He seems to hear your soft complaint and finally parts with your neck, which was now littered with hickies and love bites, to allow himself to gaze deeply into your eyes.

You could never deny that Ajax’s eyes were the prettiest shade of blue you’d ever seen, they resemble sapphires and noctilucous jade but with less shine. When you both were younger you’d spend hours gazing upon them, admiring the intensity they held. Now, however, you can’t say you aren’t slightly intimidated as he gazes at you like a predator. His hands leave your body and you’re immediately missing the warmth they provided you, in fact, you’re about to complain and ask him to touch you again when he suddenly cups your clothed pussy with his hand.

His hand is large, his fingers are long and the palm is in no way small, which meant most - if not all - of your cunt was now being held in one of his hands. His thumb is hovering over your clit and you gasp as you feel him tighten his hold and trace his fingers across your slit and up to your sensitive nub.

You squirm, letting your bottom grind against his hands, slowly building up your pleasure until you’re letting out soft moans and whines. Tartaglia decides to aid you as he himself works towards getting his member hard and oozing with release by moving his hand across your pussy and grinding on your thighs simultaneously. Your mind grows hot and dazed as you sense your pussy begin to drool, you could feel the way your juices leaked, the wet trail they’d leave and traveled across your your entrance, down your slit and across your thighs, soaking your underwear with release; you wondered if Ajax could feel your excitement too.

You could certainly feel him. His cock had long since been hard and leaking precum, you could make out through hazy eyes and desperate movements a wet patch on his boxers. It looked so big constrained against the fabric, you wanted to free his cock and feel it inside your hole, any of them, his balls seemed to hold unceremonious amounts of cum as the wetness kept growing more and more visible to you, you wondered if he’d be willing to come inside of you if you asked.

You both work together, trying to make the other as aroused as possible until someone snapped and began demanding the intercourse you both clearly wanted.

You don’t want to give in, not yet, but he’s begun to tease your slit with his fingertips and you’re growing aggravated from the empty feeling in your cunt. You feel yourself clenching onto nothing, your walls closing desperately trying to find anything to grip onto, you are growing desperate to feel something inside, be it his fingers, his tongue or his cock — you wanted him inside of you, now.

“Ha… hah~” You can feel his tongue hanging from his open mouth, drool escapes his parted lips and coats your breasts, you’re surprised he’s managed to keep himself up for so long, all the training he’d endured paying off and allowing him to mount your thighs and grind his length against your skin, his expression is one of extreme arousal that makes you tense and grow lust-drunk, “T-Tell me… d’ya wanna feel my cock in your pussy yet, darling?”

“…! M—mhk?!” You let out a high pitched whine as a particular stroke of his hands delves momentarily into your clothed hole, you can feel your cum slowly dirty your underwear.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, his movements growing erratic, his ginger hair seems darker and less vibrant against his reddened face, “your… your pussy is beggin’ for me!”

“Please…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, your body still rocks alongside his own as he uses your body to get off and bring you close to a mind-numbing release, your voice wavers as your whole being is shocked from the pleasure Ajax’s hand toying with your clothed cunt brings, your legs twitch and your body keeps contorting and folding.

“Hmm, please what? I need you to tell me,” he mumbles, his voice takes a deep, desperate and animalistic tone as he continues, he takes his fingers and starts to circle your clit with an unimaginable force, “What do you want, huh? If you want me to fuck y-you, you’ll need to use your big girl words. Say; “I want my husband’s cock inside of me”, come on, ask for y-your husband’s cock…!”

“A~Ajax…! Please-uh…” Your body begins to hurt, your very own genitals seem to be burning in fire as you desperately try to soothe the ache in your womb and clit. You begin to rut against his hands at an embarrassing, almost objectifying, pace, absolutely desperate to cum and lift the cloud of lust that seemed to haunt you from the moment Ajax laid your body on your mattress.

“That’s not who I am,” he mumbles into your skin, his teeth beginning to bite and mark the flesh of your breast, “I’m y-your husband now, right? So, ask for it properly… hah~ won’t you?”

“… want my h-husband’s cock, I… inside of me, please,” you whine between heavy breaths, “I… want to fuck my—hah… h-husband…”

The moan that leaves his lips is loud and primal, his whole body shudders as he hears your plea. He didn’t think he could get any harder and yet hearing your shaky voice ask for him sends a rush of blood through his body and straight to his dick.

“Ahaha… that’s right, isn’t it? I-I’m your husband now,” an unsettling grin starts to form on his face, one that, if you weren’t so desperate and vulnerable, would probably have sent a shiver down your spine; it was an expression that resembled his face after ending a powerful opponent, one that meant victory was his, that he’d won, it was the face many people would see before departing the realm of the living, one of pure, unhinged bliss that could only be understood by a man such as himself, “I’m your husband, your husband… a-ah! Ha-ah, that means… hah, that means it’s my duty to fuck you, to make you feel good, a good husband makes love to his spouse, right? S-so as your husband, I get to be inside of you… a-and make you cum lots. Yeah, I… I’m going to be the best husband, you’ll feel good too… So be a good wife and take all of my love, ‘kay?”

During his incoherent rambling, which you barely could understand, he works to rid you of your underwear with desperate movements. His hands pull at the fabric with enough force that they tear, allowing him to rip the fabric off your hips and discard it on the floor. The cool air in your room hits your lower end and makes you shiver, your body had been previously engulfed by Childe’s warmth, the feeling of his own heating body and rapid blood circulation had sheltered you from the freezing temperature outside of the sinful haven between your bodies. The difference in temperature and its effect on you seems to have been noticed by your partner, who looks around the room trying to find a solution.

You want to hurry him up, tell him you didn’t mind the cold, that you just wanted to feel him inside you for the first time, but before you know it he’s pulling something from behind; his white coat soon is back on his shoulders, lazily throw on, barely holding up as he quickly pulls his underwear off. He’s quick and precise, never wasting a moment as he adjusts himself on top of you once more, this time with his bare cock leaking on your stomach.

“I’ll heat you up… inside and out, hah…” He mumbles, adjusting the coat so it covers both of you, the long, heavy material immediately worked wonders as your body regained its warmth.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, you’re both trembling as he slowly lowers his pelvis to meet your own. You were right, he was big and he was long and thick, but he made sure to go slowly as he inserted two fingers to stretch you out in preparation.

Your slick facilitates the intrusion, there’s not much pain as he opens and closes his fingers, curling and extending them, as if trying to gauge how far you could stretch. His cheeks are a bright red, sweat runs through his forehead as he feels your body accommodate the feeling of his fingers. Ajax was big, always taller than most in your village, and his time in the Fatui had definitely contributed to his size – his shoulders were broad, his chest chiseled, and his fingers, the ones that slowly danced inside your pussy, were long and calloused. This was your first time feeling something other than your own hands and Ajax was making sure to show you all the places you could have never reached on your own.

You don’t even realize you’d begun panting, soft whines and moans had been leaving your lips forma while now, noises that only served to encourage Ajax further. But he had to stop, he needed you both to cum together as one. Your first time together had to be romantic like that, both of you climaxing together and coming undone at the same time.

There’s a feeling of emptiness and disappointment that follows the feeling of his fingers leaving your body, you’re about to complain when you see him bring his fingers to his lips to lap at the slick that had stuck to them. You’re mesmerized at the lewd image, gazing hopelessly at the way his face melted into one of pure pleasure as he tasted you. He makes sure to lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping at the cum.

You catch his eyes and they soften, a lovestruck look taking over his features, you nod and open your legs wider than before; encouraging him to finally fuck you. He positions himself outside of your opening, making sure you grasp your legs and pull them as wide apart as he physically could without hurting you.

Even with the previous preparation, your breath is knocked out of your lungs as his tip slowly makes its way through your slit, past the muscles and finally inside your gummy walls.

He uses his arms to adjust his body, making sure to be as careful as possible as to not hurt you. This was your first time making love to each other, and he’d be damned if he were the one to cause you pain.

He gives you a second before pushing the rest in, he’s still slow, attempting to coax your body into adjusting to the feeling of being so full. His blue eyes are closed, his breath is heavy and you can feel the bed shake as he tries to control himself, you’re not faring much better, your head felt light as all your body could seemingly concentrate on was the feeling between your legs, your body was heating up and you could feel the warmth radiate off your skin.

You know he’s fully sheathed himself when you feel the soft “thud” of his balls hitting your ass, you’ve become hyper aware of the proximity and situation you’re in as his cock begins to throb inside of your pussy, his head comes to rest on the crook of your neck as you both adjust to the feeling of each other's body.

A moment passes, your walls that had previously been gripping Ajax like a lifeline slowly weaken, finally allowing both of you to relax and begin to experiment.

“I-I’ll start…” He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as if feeling shy, he begins to move around as if to grip the bed’s headboard, all while still inside you, his arms allowing him to cover your body from the world.

As you look up, you realize how he’s become all you see, his imposing frame and coat acting as a curtain blocking the outside from entering your view. Your heart feels heavy but you try and pay it no mind.

The movements are slow and clumsy at first, his cock never truly leaves your warmth fully, his tip always kept inside of your cunt - one way or another. The feeling is strange, you’re not used to the way his length would gaze at your walls or the feeling of the veins on his dick caressing spots inside of you that made you gasp and curl your toes. It’s new and it takes some adjusting before you begin to rock your own hips to meet his, suddenly it begins to feel good, really good in fact. There was something about the stretch, maybe it was the feeling of being so full, the way his cock curved and hit spongy spots in your pussy becomes addicting, or maybe it was the fat vein that decorated the underside of his cock, but it wasn’t long until you’re trying to entice a faster, tougher pace.

He takes his time teasing and easing you into the rhythm of sex, he wouldn’t tell you, but a part of him was scared that if he picked up his pace he wouldn’t be able to stop until you were leaking his cum - not to mention, he wasn’t sure he’d last long if he started to fuck you even faster. The feeling of your walls gripping him was divine, there are moments his thrusts grow unsteady and out of sync, as if his body was trying to take control and allow itself to set the animalistic pace he so desperately wanted, it’s these exact moments where his patience is tested, where he wants nothing more than to pick up your body and use it as a toy to fill with his semen.

“I wan’ more,'' you moan and he freezes as he feels your hips pathetically lift up to meet his heated thrust, your lower region coming up and rolling, rocking, and sloppily caressing his own pelvis in an attempt to suck him deeper into your sex, this was the first time you’d ever experienced such fullness and pleasure, your mind was numb and you’d forgotten all about previous sorrows, you truly wanted to feel more and more until all you could think of was Ajax’s cock and feeling good, “… wan’na feel my… my husband’s c-cock…?!”

At the title, the ginger truly can’t help the way his hips basically crash into yours, it was purely instinctual – just the sound of your calling him yours and acknowledging him as your husband, even if you’d only gotten engaged less than an hour ago, was enough to drive him mad with lust. He feels his head grow dizzy as thoughts of breeding you and claiming you as his take over. It’s as if a switch is turned on because from that moment onwards the atmosphere changed completely.

His previously considerate and soft strokes become harsh and rapid, you can feel your bed move rhythmically with his thrusts, your whole body jolts as he begins to fuck you with the sole goal of filling you so deeply your body was to be conditioned to respond lewdly to his mere presence. They’re deeper too as he now focused on feeling and claiming as much of your hole as possible, it’s impossible not to feel the way his cock imprinted itself deeply inside your body.

Your hands are desperate to grasp onto something, so you clutch at the sheets under you as tightly as possible, your body feels hot and heavy; your legs twitch and you're left gasping as Childe grabs your hips to adjust your position. You’re still lying down but your back arches itself to allow him easy access to your bottom, it’s surprising how easily he’s able to manhandle your body while never quite pulling out, always making sure to insert himself as quickly as he exited, never truly pulling out all of his dick.

The new position allows for him to hurry his pace, you’re soon moving like a rag doll with no control over your limbs. You’re left a moaning, whining mess as your brain struggles to process the waves of pleasure that bloomed from deep inside your pussy.

You feel your heart beating and you can almost hear the sound of your slick pouring out and lubricating your walls, making it increasingly easy to continue the Fatui’s pounding of your cunt. You’re not too sure if you’re even able to talk, the thought of forming a coherent sentence felt farfetched, all that leaves your lips are whines, sounds of pure pleasure and bliss that sound like an orchestra to Ajax.

He’s not doing much better, his vocabulary seems to have been reduced to declarations of ownership over you, boundless love, and immense pleasure. Your name soon becomes the only coherent sound leaving his lips as he lets his head fall back, his body almost working on autopilot as he allows his hips to ram inside you while his hands focus on teasing your nipples and forcing you to face his reddening face. His chest shines with sweat as he makes sure to fill the room with the sound of your skin meeting him and the growing wet mess between your merging bodies.

You’re both soon leaking arousal, Ajax’s cock starts to slowly redden and grow inside of you as he approaches orgasm, drops of precum start to form on the tip, and your torso starts to heat up as it feels heavier the better you feel; your cum is soon coating his dick white, a clear indicator he’d been inside your drooling cunt. You let go of the sheets and bring a hand to your clit, desperate to bring yourself closer to release.

“Ah-! Just like that,” Ajax exclaims, lurching forward as he feels your walls tighten around his cock, “tighten around me like that, fu–uck! I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your pussy, gonna shoot my cum inside you… Haha–hah! You’re… you’re gonna be full with my cum, are you ready?”

You nod mindlessly, too busy playing with your clit and pressing kisses into Ajax’s skin. The feeling of being filled by your childhood sweetheart was intoxicating, it left you an overstimulated mess, moaning and whining as you gripped the man’s shoulders to bring him closer to you.

You couldn’t tell who came first, only that your final push was the feeling of Childe’s lips on yours. Maybe it’s the desperation you felt radiating off him as his tongue caressed your own, the way his hands tighten around your body as he begins unloading his cum begins seeping into your pussy and deep inside your body. You’re a shaking mess as you continue riding your orgasm on his dick, prolonging the pleasurable feeling by rocking your hips into his in an almost shy manner, it’s addicting and you’re left gasping and moaning for more. On the other hand, Ajax was trembling on top of you, his arms seemingly giving out as he collapsed into your body, allowing his head to rest beside your own on your pillows while his cock throbbed and painted your insides with his cum. He gives a few weak thrusts, as if making sure that his balls have been thoroughly emptied, before he looks over at your panting face.

You’re trying to catch your breath, desperately trying to calm your heart down into a stable rhythm, while your body twitches in a post-orgasm afterglow. You’re sweating, your eyes shut tight as you feel your pussy swell around Ajax’s dick, which was very much still inside you, and grow sensitive. Even in this state, where you’re too shaken to do anything other than breathe and try to relax your body, he thinks he’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

His hand, which trembled ever so slightly, travels to find yours and intertwine your fingers together. He subconsciously traces your ring-finger, trying to estimate your size, you’d accepted his proposal, going as far as acknowledging him as your husband, it was now his responsibility to find a suitable ring for you, one worthy of resting on your fingers.

He smiles, cuddling deep into your bare skin, pressing his softening cock deeper into you, which earns him a soft whine from you, essentially plugging his semen inside your pussy.

“… I love you, Ajax.” You mumble, eyes still closed shut, your voice drowsy and far away as exhaustion slowly catches up to you. Today had been hard on you, physically and mentally, you’d learnt more than you’d wished to have known, your relationship with those around you now forever changed; you’d agreed to marry your childhood friend in response to your parents’ betrayal, you’d given up your virginity to him and now laid in bed, struggling to know if you’d made the right decisions. An inner turmoil was growing inside you, a storm of emotions you were not ready to deal with, but right now, as you lay beneath the man who’d promised to save you, you decide to rest and let him take care of it, for now. Your breathing slows down, your body finally succumbing to sleep.

You’re too tired to hear the sound of the front door unlocking, your mother’s voice booming across the house as she calls out for you as she ushers your father and guests inside your family house. Ajax makes no move to leave your bed or even remove himself from inside of you, not even as he recognizes the distinct sound of footsteps that belonged to your parents moving around downstairs, grinnin softly as he hears your mother call out for you again, while your father talked to someone and merrily laughed, joking around, easing the tension of the first meeting between two people set up in an arranged marriage – where only one of them knew.

He can hear your parents talking, making an excuse at where you were, he can hear your mother climb up the stairs, he can hear her getting closer to your room.

What a lousy move, he thought to himself, to ambush you one day and try to dump the news on top of you like this, you didn’t even seem aware of guests coming over to your home at all, he frowned; he had expected more of uncle and auntie. Alas, he’d long since given up on them, he just hopes your mother doesn’t scream too loudly when she sees you two in bed together.

He’d hate for you to wake up to such an awful shriek.

There’s a knock on your door, Ajax smiles but makes no move to answer, and then another as your mother calls out your name. She sighs before threatening to open the door, Ajax has to stifle a giggle, pressing his lips into your shoulder to not let out any noise, too afraid to ruin the surprise for his soon to be mother-in-law, she hears no response, she clearly feels agitated and annoyed, he can hear it the way she knocks once more with a stern calling of your name.

There’s a second of silence before the door is swung open.

Ajax looks over to your mother, his coat covering both your naked forms enough that a semblance of modesty is kept but not enough that what happened between the two of you was misunderstood, it would be clear to anyone who could walk in, and he smiles, leaning his body into your own, further embracing you and pushing your sleeping face into his chest, he rolls over as a playful wave is sent her way, she stands frozen in place. Your bottom halves are still covered by the oversized coat, but the bruises and bites that litter your bodies are enough to paint a picture, his hand moves to caress your body, a smug smile takes over his features as he watches your mother try to come up with the right words to say.

“Hello, ma’am,” his tone is playful but the look on his face is one of pure venom, she looks beyond flustered but isn’t able to say a word; too shaken by the sight, the combination of her daughter and a man in bed together and the Harbinger’s insignia that seemed to shine with even the smallest movements from the ginger was enough to send her stumbling back, “it’s been a while, we have a lot to catch up on, huh?”

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Losing game

➳ Childe x gn!reader

➳ Drabble ; 0.9k

➳ Angst, fluff ; Mentions of blood, minor hints at possible character death

You know his delusion is slowly killing him, but you both decide to live the lie just a little longer. [15.09.2022]

Zep's Note ; This is written in less than an hour but it's been weeks since I last posted something so here we go.

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It was becoming too much for him.

Worry settled in your body like an iron hand clasping tightly around your heart when Childe stumbled through the front door of your shared residence. He looked terrible, his ginger hair a disheveled mess, with tousled bangs covering his tired and empty ocean blue eyes. Splotches of blood splattered his cheeks, smeared out as if he tried to wipe them off with his sleeve in an attempt to hide them from you to ease your worries. But you saw them, it was the first thing you noticed when you jumped up from your chair as soon as you heard the front door open. You had been waiting for him to come home, knowing all too well in what state you would find him.

You weren't at all surprised, yet seeing him like that still shattered your heart in many pieces.

"Childe," you called out softly.

Balance seemed hard to find for the male, and he relied on the wall for much-needed support as he ventured further into the hallway with a pained grimace. When he met you on his way to the living room, he forced a strained laugh that didn't reach his eyes.

"Y/N," he replied. "I'm home."

You wrapped your arms around him, and you came to notice his jagged breathing and his racing heartbeat. He was beyond exhausted, barely able to keep himself from collapsing. There was no strength in his arms when he hugged you back, nearly all his weight falling upon you as he let go of the wall. You struggled to keep him up.

It wasn't hard to tell; Childe had used his delusion again, being the reckless and unbound fighter he was. Not only that, he had pushed himself far beyond his limits again and fought in his foul legacy form. It was his ultimate trump card, but its great power came at an even bigger price. It was parasitic, as if he had to sacrifice a part of himself every time he used it. It broke him down, tore him apart, made a total wreck out of him. Foul legacy ruined Childe, but that didn't stop him from using it.

He came home alive today, but for how long would he be able to keep that up? You knew how dangerous delusions were, you knew what it cost to bear and wield one. So many had already paid the toll, their last breath escaping their lips as their frantic grip around the cursed orb loosened for good. You didn't want your beloved harbinger to end up in the same way.

"Let's get you properly inside, yeah?" you huffed, almost caving in as the full grown male's weight nearly crushed you.

His walk was sloppy as you led him to the sofa in the living room, but at least he was still walking. He let himself fall down onto the soft cushions, his arms still looped around your waist so he pulled you down with him. You landed on top of him with a gasp and the ginger-haired let out a grunt in pain. He started coughing, and much to your horror he spit out small droplets of blood that stained his and your clothes.

"Archons, Childe," you muttered.

With great effort, the male offered you a lopsided smile, raising his hands to cup your cheeks.

"I'm okay," he breathed out, his blue eyes dull and bleary. "I promise you, Y/N. I'm fine. I just need to rest."

That was a lie. He wasn't fine, and you both knew that. Childe's delusion was tearing him apart and eating him alive and there would be a day where his foul legacy form was going to be fatal. It was inevitable.

Childe hugged you close against his chest and you silently listened to his pounding heart, trying not to let your worries get the best of you.

"Just cuddle me, okay? That's all I need to feel better," he whispered against your hair.

You forced yourself to believe his lies, to indulge in his delusion that everything was going to be okay. With a sigh you got more comfortable against his chest, relishing in the way he tiredly wrapped his arms around your torso securely. The male was so weak, it was as if he could pass out at any moment but he was fighting against it.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, then to your forehead and your nose, only satisfied when a small smile rose to your lips. The delusion was rotting him slowly, but for now your harbinger was safe and sound with his arms around you.

When he was feeling better you would clean up his injuries and scold him for being so reckless, but for now you decided to let him sleep and regain a little of his strength. You curled up against his torso. Your smile faltered, and your lips pressed into a thin line as your worries gnawed at you tauntingly.

"My Y/N," Childe slurred, pressing one last lingering kiss to your temple before his head rolled back and his eyes fluttered close.

"My stupid, reckless harbinger," you mumbled in reply, listening to his heartbeat that finally regulated again.

You loved him dearly, but all the more you realized that loving him was a losing game.

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Confessions Series - Part 2: Description [Genshin Impact Male Characters]

In a nutshell: He asks if you have your eyes set on someone. You start describing HIS features and watch for his reaction. (Hint: He likes you too)

Other works in this series: (Part 1 - Overheard)

Warnings: The usual, haven't written in a while, please forgive mistakes, bit of angst in Diluc (couldn't help it), I am a sleep deprived mother, some profanity, for some reason did not feel like writing Zhongli though he's one of my faves.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gaming, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Xiao, gn!reader

Personal Favourites: Diluc, Wriothesley

Aether

"Yeah, I do," you start. "He's very selfless...He's always running around helping other people,"

Aether nods, intense gaze in his eyes while listening.

"Hmm...He has...a partner. Like a companion he always travels with..."

Aether's brows start to furrow and his head tilts the slightest bit. Paimon flying next to him has no clue who it is whatsoever.

"He's not originally from Teyvat...He's on a journey, you see..." this is where you start getting nervous

You see it click in Aether's head slowly, and his eyes start to widen the slightest bit

"Hey, that sounds an awful lot like you, traveller! Why have we never met this person before, Y/N?" Paimon asks and you only smile.

"P-Paimon," Aether glances at her and then back to you. It's silent for a moment. Paimon is super confused.

But Aether being Aether didn't want to get the wrong idea and racks up the courage to ask you one last question. "He's on a journey...to look for his twin sister?"

You smile the brightest smile you've ever given him. "Correct!"

"Ah...Well..." Aether starts to feel the heat on his cheeks. "That's..." he doesn't say anything else for a few seconds. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just...I'm happy!"

Is basically flustered when he realizes you've technically just confessed to him.

Albedo

"Simply put, I think he's dedicated to his craft," You shrug and smile

"...An admirable trait," he responds.

"He's frequently in Dragonspine. He spends a bit of time in his lab there," you decide to just go straight for the obvious.

Albedo pauses. "I...see..." Turns to you with a small smile "I wasn't aware that you were that fond of me,"

"Now you know," you simply say and try to play it off with a wave of your hand.

He chuckles under his breath and strides over to you while saying. "Well then, I suppose it's my turn to talk about the person I've set my eyes on,"

Proceeds to describe you accurately, down to your likes and dislikes. In his eyes, you seem like something so precious and you can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Alhaitham

"Hmm... Sort of," you explain. "He's a little...hard to reach,"

Alhaitham "...and you still pursue him?"

You laugh a bit "I'm hardly pursuing him, I'm just...observing. I like watching him, even though he has the most unreadable face I've seen,"

Alhaitham goes quiet for a moment. He catches on fast, he already has an idea but is cautious about what he says. "...I see," he doesn't ask anything else, but you continue to offer information.

"He likes reading. Really smart guy...but kind of no nonsense type. Very straight to the point," You begin to feel a little nervous so you pretend to read your own book with a small shrug.

The silence is deafening.

"I suspect that type of person will be hard to put up with," he suddenly says aloud and you chuckle in response.

"Possibly, but he seems to be putting up with me too...I guess?"

He suddenly closes his book and leans forward to pry the one in your hands away. He locks his gaze with you. "...'Putting up' is hardly the word I would use." his lips twitch the slightest bit before continuing. "He has little to no patience for other people...so if he keeps you around...perhaps it signals something else,"

"Something else...As in, I'm special?"

Again he quiets for a moment, before he stands up, chair scraping the floor. "...Precisely," he turns to start walking out of the library, waving a hand behind him. "I'll pick you up in the morning tomorrow,"

Ayato

"I do, but he's a very busy sort of man,"

Ayato "Is that so?" he pours tea for you.

"Quite. He's also a very important person,"

He hums and watches the billowing steam from the tea. "It sounds as if I might know this person," but he genuinely doesn't know it's him, he just thinks its another noble.

"...You most definitely know him. He has a sister. Lovely girl." This is where you avert your gaze from him in fear of him instantly connecting the dots.

He talks in pauses "A...sister..." His mind is starting to make connections but he can't be quite sure yet. So he prods further. "...Does she happen to have a vision?"

"A cryo vision holder, yes," you're biting the inside of your lip at this point. There's a moment of silence before you hear Ayato laughing rather gleefully, like he was amused by a story.

"I see." he ends with a chuckle. "I apologize for being so busy, Y/N," he smiles at you "I promise I'll do my best to arrange my priorities in order to spend more time with you,"

Baizhu

"He takes his job too seriously and can be quite reckless...Sometimes he even puts himself in danger,"

Changsheng catches on immediately. The snake had already known for a while. Baizhu was just being dense. "Oh here we go," the snake half whines.

Baizhu gives it a weird look before turning his attention back to you. "That does sound reckless,"

"I've told him a couple of times to think about himself too...but I guess he's just really passionate about his job,"

Baizhu sort of shrugs, "What IS his job?"

"...Well for starters he owns a pharmacy around town,"

To Baizhu the realization hits all too slowly. It's not that he was slow or dense, but he was having a hard time believing that it was him you were talking about, specially when you hadn't said it outfront.

"...You do realize I'm the only one who owns a pharmacy around town?" he asks, eyes piercing through you and awaiting your answer.

Changsheng is the one who answers for you. "Yes you ridiculous doctor, Y/N's pertaining to you!"

It's the first time you've seen him blush and he turns his head away when he does so. "I-I see, well...that's rather, unexpected...but not unwelcome,"

Clears his throat "Just give me a moment"

Changsheng would roll its eyes if it could.

Bennett

"Has a lot of energy...Sometimes I wonder where he gets all of it. I really like him for that though."

Deflates as soon as you start talking about your "crush". What kind of answer was he expecting anyway? That you had eyes for him?

"He has a bit of a...problem when it comes to luck," you continue

Bennett stops, you look at him and you can practically see the gears in his head starting to turn a little faster.

"Y-Y/N? Are you talking about..." then the gears suddenly stop. "Oh what am I saying, it can't be. Ahahaha! Let's go!" starts walking again as if nothing happened

Your jaw drops and you're forced to just DIRECTLY tell him you're talking about him.

"...Oh...Oh! F-For real?! Oh...Sorry... I just thought... there's no way! B-But, I'm really glad! Really!"

Chongyun

"Hmm...He's a little shy...but he's very responsible,"

Chongyun stares at you intently and nods as if taking notes.

"He doesn't like spicy stuff,"

Chongyun nods twice, eagerly.

"He's very dedicated in learning about thaumaturgy,"

Chongyun blanks out, brows furrow but still nods. Slowly.

"He's really good with a claymore too!"

Chongyun stops and stares at you, you see a hint of red gracing his cheeks "Y/N...You can't possibly be...talking about... m-m-m-"

Can't seem to say it, so you outright say that it is, in fact, him.

Combusts into a tomato red

Cyno

"How do I say this...He's a pretty strict guy." The two of you are playing Invokation TCG during this convo.

"Mmhmm..." Cyno is focused on his cards, frankly he doesn't give a craps ass who you're into. He didn't even know why he asked, he just dug himself a hole.

"...but he really only takes his work seriously. It's his job to be serious, I guess. I think that's what Matras need to do," he finished his turn and its yours now, though he's still studying his cards intently. Until you get to the Matra part.

"He's a Matra?" You rarely see a surprised face on Cyno so you focus your gaze on him. "Which one?" He further asks. Honestly he looks about to murder someone.

You blank out a bit at how intense his stare was, "Well...You know. That one, the one who's really into Invokation TCG,"

He immediately follows up without missing a beat "I don't know anyone else who's into--" then it clicks.

It was so damn silent for a good 10 seconds. You clear your throat, tear your eyes off him "Um, it's your turn,"

STILL doesn't budge until he finally goes back to his cards with a whisper, you can't really tell but he looks slightly bashful and you can barely, BARELY hear him "...If I win then we go on a date,"

"Okay, and if you lose?"

Cyno "...I'm not gunna lose,"

"See, I told you he's a really serious guy,"

Dainsleif

"I think he's a very dedicated person," you get lost in thought a little, thinking about him. "Whenever I look at him...Sometimes I feel as if there's a certain sadness in him... Perhaps he blames himself for not being able to protect his nation,"

He IMMEDIATELY knows. And he knows that you hurt for him too. How could he not?

"He searches for answers... I don't know for how long, I suppose a long, long time," you close your eyes, imagining how long he must have been wandering Teyvat.

You only open your eyes when you feel a hand brush against yours. He's looking straight at you, neither happy nor sad. "...You don't have to feel that way, for my circumstances,"

The brush against your hand disappears and reappears next to your cheek, his fingers gently resting on it "...Knowing that you feel that way, has taken away some of the burden that I shoulder,"

His gaze suddenly hardens and his voice drops to a whisper, "But please, just don't end up in the same way as everyone else,"

Diluc (I don't know why I end up writing a whole novel for this guy. I guess he's my OG favourite)

You pause for a moment, wondering how to describe Diluc. "...Sometimes... I feel as if I know a lot about him and yet... he's still far off in the distance,"

Diluc, rifling through paperwork, doesn't even look at you. "...That tells me nothing about him," there's a bit of bite in his statement.

You sigh a little, "I mean, simply said he's a hardworking man. He always has Mondstadt's best interests in mind...but he prefers to work alone,"

He's silent, but you can still hear the paper shuffling.

"....but people love him. They care for him. I suppose I understand why he keeps a distance but..." at this point you don't even realize that you're just rambling and staring into space. Sort of in a daze of thinking out loud. "...isn't it lonely? ...I suppose I shouldn't assume how he feels. Maybe he's fine with it...I just wonder how long till he sees us..." there's silence, no ruffle of papers, you're still just staring at the bookshelf and you continue in a monotone voice. "...or sees me,"

You blink, and all of a sudden its as if a magic spell is cast on you and you wake up to the reality that you've been rambling about him. You sit up straight "Oh," then turn to him with a careful smile. You don't think he knows what or who you're talking about anyway. "I better get going," you stand, "Jean must be waiting for me."

You leave, and he doesn't stop you.

You don't really think anything of it, feeling as if your whole monologue was very vague...but to your surprise he knocks at your door in the evening, there's a bit of rain falling.

"Diluc? You're drenche--"

"I see you,"

The determination in his voice lulls you to keep quiet and only stare up at him, wondering if he had more to say, but instead of saying something, he leans in, wrapping his arms around you and resting his forehead on your shoulder, as if he had been defeated.

You only welcome his embrace, and, for the first time in a long time. Diluc finally feels like he's home.

Gaming

"Passion!" You nod your head as you say it. "He knows what he wants to do and is incredibly dedicated to it!"

Gaming looks surprised, has no idea you're talking about him. "Huh! That's really cool!" He thinks he's the total opposite. "Wish I could be as dedicated as him."

You kind of laugh out loud and he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. "What?"

"Gosh you really sell yourself short," you shake your head "Anyway, this guy, right, he kinda works two jobs," you put out your hand to count one and two "One, for the Secure Transport Agency and two, he's in a Wushou Troupe,"

Gaming instantly straightens his back and looks at you wide-eyed. You figure you had to be direct when it came to him otherwise he'd never get it with how modest he was.

"...You're...talking about...me?" You smile at him sympathetically.

"You know, Gaming, I wish you saw yourself the way others saw you. You're a great person,"

Big smile, but legit looks like he's about to cry. "Between the two of us? I think you're greater Y/N,"

Heizou

"...Honestly he's kind of a flirt," you raise your eyebrows at the fact and kind of question yourself why you like this kind of person. "Makes me wonder if he does that to everyone, you know?"

Heizou hums and puts his hand under his chin in a "thinking position"

"That's not enough evidence to go by. Perhaps we can investigate this guy together to see if he's worthy,"

You look at him, pursing your lips while musing and giving him a suspicious look. You're not sure if he's figured it out.

He's got no idea. I mean, it was a pretty general description. "Any distinguishing features?" he asks.

You look at him in a deadpan manner. "Red hair, I guess. And moles under his eyes,"

He looks back at you with a matching blank face.

Then breaks into a wide, close eyed grin. "I see! From experience, that person is truly trustworthy,"

You sigh a little, "Is he though?"

He chuckles heartily. "I promise you he is," offers you his hand with a genuine smile. "Let me show you,"

Itto

"Ummm... big, tall, strong looking guy. Intimidating at first look but he's actually a dork," you explain.

Itto crosses his arms above his chest with an unamused face. "Tch! No way! Ain't no one taller than me in Inazuma!" Then he looks smug again. "Anyway, keep goin'. What else?" Only asked you because he wants to see what your "type" is.

"...Popular? Nah... Infamous is the word, I think. He kinda gets into a lot of trouble,"

Itto raises a brow "You serious? Whaddyou want with someone like that?" as if he wasn't a troublemaker himself.

"I mean... He also loves life and somehow always sees the good side of things."

Itto "Eh... guess that's a good thing..." folds his arms behind his head and huffs.

This guy is never gunna get it so you drop more obvious hints. "He's an oni who has his own gang."

For a split second he looked like he was going to get it, and then... "WHAT?! There's another oni who wants to challenge the Arataki Gang?"

"That's not what I--"

punches his fist onto his palm "Lead the way Y/N, let me at 'em!"

"I'm talking about you!"

"Huh?"

"Itto, there's no other oni around town!" leave it to him to make you exasperated.

He quiets for a few seconds. "...But Y/N..."

You expectantly stare at him, curious what he was going to say about your confession.

"...Did you just call me a dork?"

Of course that's what he picks up on.

When he finally processes it though, he's stoked and on an all time high.

Kaeya

"...good at talking to people, and he knows it... Exudes charisma like he breathes air," You're saying this with a glare.

He chuckles and rests his head on his fist. "Why, pray tell, do you look angry when saying that?"

"Not angry..." you mumble under your breath, eyes trailing away from him. "Just... probably a lot of people like him,"

"And you don't like that?" He smirks. He totally knows.

"...No...Well...I'm okay with it... It's just... I think he's so much more than what he shows to others,"

That, he wasn't expecting. He actually feels genuinely touched.

"Sure he jokes around a lot...Is good at making people feel comfortable...but he's also kind...and you can always count on him," there's a faraway gaze in your eyes now, a small smile on your face. "To me, he's...a safe space."

Kaeya's smile drops. It looks like he's unhappy and you think that maybe you've made a mistake. Still...there's no way he knows that it's him, right? It was kinda vague...

You're about to stand and excuse yourself but he catches your wrist easily. "...You know..." he starts, meeting you eye to eye. He looks at you as if he's looking into your soul, his eyes the gentlest you've seen them.

"You make it so hard, not to fall deeper in love with you,"

Lyney (I have no idea how this ended up so dramatic)

"He isn't exactly a trickster...but he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve,"

Lyney "Oh?" Raises an eyebrow. Something kind of clicks in him, but he shakes it off. "The good kind or the bad kind?"

You stall a little, thinking of the answer, knowing that he's Fatui. "The...good...kind,"

"You don't sound very sure," he gives you a lopsided smile.

"It's complicated," you admit. "Regardless of the circumstances though, I think he's a great magician,"

You watch his face turn into surprise quite quickly, but he still looks and feels unsure of himself. "Oh, perhaps...I can learn a thing or two from him?"

Your smile turns forced and hard. He can't be serious? He STILL doesn't know, or...what?

"I...Well..." You don't know what to say next, but he seems to get the idea.

"Sorry, have I put you in a hard place? Ahaha..." Scratches the back of his head. "My apologies, I was just curious,"

This, for some reason, really puts you off and you feel as if you've been rejected, even though you technically had not outright told him that you're talking about him.

It seems silly for you to get upset, but you are. So you stand, and make a request of him. "Can we... just pretend this conversation didn't happen?" and you give him some sort of excuse that you need to run an errand or something, and you're off, leaving him feeling...guilty. But he doesn't know why. Or does he?

Lyney would look like the type of person who would be confident about himself. But, really, as a magician, he had to be 1000% sure about something before he went ahead with it, and so...that's where his doubt stemmed from.

Lynnette is really the one who knocks some sense into him. "...and you...let Y/N leave?" after hearing the story from him.

"Oh, Lyney... Regardless of what Y/N feels... For you, next to Freminet and I, is there someone else that you love dearly?"

That's how he ends up at your doorstep. Though you've seen his disappearing rose trick hundreds of times, he was the most sincere at that moment, when he says sorry that he didn't get the hint and to give him a chance.

Neuvillette

"Serious person. He seems to put his work first, above all else," you say. "I respect him a lot for that,"

Neuvillette is interested in what you say, but doesn't know at all that it's him. "He does sound quite respectable," he says while looking through some files.

"A long time ago he said that he feels like he's an outsider...but really I feel like there isn't anyone who knows Fontaine the way that he does,"

Neuvillette, moves the file he was reading downwards, just to look at you questioningly. "He's from Fontaine?" this was surprising to him.

"Well...he currently resides in Fontaine, yes," you nod.

"Ah," he answered curtly. "And I have never met him?" he asks.

"...He's very busy." you bite your lip, about to say something and you know that the next sentence is the point of no return. "He's the Iudex...so it's hard to catch him,"

You swear you can hear your heart hammering in your chest.

You see him put his files down and just stare at you with a sort of...unsure look.

His shoulders relax, he wasn't even aware he had been tense that whole time. "That... must have taken a lot of consideration and courage to say," he clears his throat.

You only nod your head slowly, moving your gaze away from him with an awkward smile. Hand absentmindedly grabbing a book and flipping through the pages...you had no idea what you were doing out of nervousness.

"I apologize...I'm unfamiliar with what to do in these kinds of situations... However," he pauses and seems to think carefully about what he was going to say next. "Please don't take it as a rejection. I'd be honored to navigate this with you, if you would so graciously have me,"

Scaramouche

"He's an asshole," you bite back a laugh.

He instantly knows.

"Actually he acts all tough only to give in to his inner-kind-of-agreeable-personality,"

He snorts

"What? Am I wrong?" you challenge him. You KNOW that he knows. The two of you have been hovering around each other for a while, and there's a certain closeness between the two of you. Though that line was never crossed.

He doesn't answer you back but prods you more. "Is that all? You like that he's an asshole? Are you some type of masochist?"

You almost laugh. "No, you moron. I'm saying he has a weird way of showing he cares. He's always biting my head about not being careful enough. But if he really didn't care he wouldn't be screaming at me, you know what I mean?"

Scaramouche grumbles something under his breath and crosses his arms, turning away from you.

"Say that again?" You ask, not hearing what he said.

"...I said, you're not as stupid as I thought you were," shrugs his concealed embarrassment off and turns back to you all nonchalant again. "Anyway, stop yapping and get going, we got things to do,"

Snatches your hand and starts pulling you to walk with him.

Tartaglia (I feel like this is ridiculously short but I also feel like Tartaglia would have known a LONG time ago if the two of you had the feels for each other)

"Oh man...Probably the most reckless man I know,"

Also knows. Instantly. But shuts his mouth just so he can listen to you talk about him, but it gets deep real quick.

"In my opinion he's a handsome guy. Real charming," you smirk the tiniest bit. "but I don't know if I can keep up with him, honestly. It's a little hard not knowing when he's going to come back...or if he's even gunna come back at all,"

You weren't going to hide the fact that you were scared shitless he didn't return from Fontaine for ages. You legitimately thought he had died.

Tartaglia stops you there, by suddenly cradling your cheek. "Y/N," he's wearing a pained expression. "I'm sorry,"

"Don't be, it's your job, right?" You reassure him, and shrug.

He sighs "Yes, but I'll promise this to you as I've promised my family," he smiles, the most confident smile you've seen on him. Even more confident than when he wields his blades. "I'll come back to you, I always will,"

Wriothesley

"Er... How do I say this... He kind of has some... big boss energy?"

"Oh?" he sips at his tea, glancing at you while he looks at today's paper. "So he's a bigshot?" he asks curiously.

"Somewhat, yes. Intimidating at first look, but...he just has a great sense of responsibility," you pick at the selection of cakes and cookies he has.

"Huh," he lets out in a quick huff. In the deepest, DEEPEST parts of his mind there is a NANOSECOND that he thinks its him but it gets erased so quickly he's not even sure that he had thought about it.

"Sounds like a good person... Any interesting, weird quirks?" he grins as he says this, yet again glancing at your expression.

Your lips tremble a bit at what you're about to say, because you're SURE he was going to get it once you say it. You gulp and feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand before you say out loud "He likes tea. I kind of wonder if it's an addiction," you can't meet his eyes.

He's looking at the paper he's reading but nothing.registers.in.his.brain.its.like.it.stopped.working.

You shift in the uncomfortable silence but he calmly folds up the newspaper and places it on his table. "...I'm inclined to ask, because it would be embarrassing if I got the wrong idea,"

"Mmhmm," you pop a cookie in your mouth to distract yourself.

"By any chance, are you...talking about me?"

"Mm," you nod your head, still not looking at him and glue your eyes on the cookies instead, out of embarrassment.

Suddenly chuckles. You brave a peek at him, now covering his eyes with a single hand, head tipped back to rest on his chair.

You're not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

"Sorry, no, it's just... I didn't think it would happen this way." Visibly takes in a big breath and sighs it out slowly. Seems to have regained his composure and is back to his confident self, smiling at you. "Thanks Y/N, I... don't think it's much of a secret that I enjoy your company too. I'm just a little embarrassed that you beat me to it...some big boss energy huh?"

Xiao

"...He takes on everything by himself. I worry about him," You look at the stars as you say this. Xiao doesn't say anything.

"But I'm glad that he's opening up a lot more now. It's great to see him among friends,"

Xiao has a feeling at this point, that its him you're talking about, but he still doesn't say anything and keeps his gaze in front of him rather than on you.

"Yes, the road in front of him is long but...he's also already come a long way," you sigh a little "The time of Rex Lapis has long gone, but he still sticks to his principles. I think his dedication is part of what I like about him,"

This is when he turns to you, blank look on his face, contemplating on what to do. When you turn to meet his gaze, its then that he decides to bridge the gap between the two of you, shoulder to shoulder, leaning in sideways to catch your lips in a chaste and rather shy kiss.

"You should give a bit of credit to yourself, for putting up with me all these years, Y/N,"

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#genshin impact #genshin fluff #neuvillette x reader #wriothesley x reader #diluc x reader #alhaitham x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #gaming x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #aether x reader #cyno x reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader

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