#now i get to think about what foul legacy in childe's body looks like!!
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Hihi
if your up for it can I request (imposter au) reader whos on the run from everyone and ends up in snezhnaya. Exhausted from running, ends up collapsing in the snow. Childe finds them, foul legacy recognises them as the creator and yeah... Just sort of fluff/comfort if possible, I'm finding it hard to find works on him in sagau. Thank you
an yes! The classics, back in the prime days of sagau you’d find these in no time, but ofc ofc Childe is one of my favourites so I need to write this too!
i think, I wrote this too much out of what i wanted el oh el, as much as I love the carefree childe who’ll probably try to cheer you up by popping jokes, I’d like to dig deeper into their actual obsession to you. Reminder, I believe that, they don’t really worship you, you as the person but as a embodiment of the god that create them.
i don’t see a lot of people write about that, and it might be ooc but I really want to dig deeper into this!
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BLUE’S ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVOURITE COLOUR.
honey’s notes : hello, hello! I’ve been trying my hardest to get back into genshin impact, im currently trying out tower of fantasy + marvel movies, it’s been a busy year for me! Please do be patient with me when it comes to putting things out, im trying to continue both my series and see if im able to progress where I left off. As of now, have this small fic I wrote, I hope you enjoy this!
summary : ever since you’ve been small, you’ve always had the connection with the colour blue, it was the first thing you ever felt happy seeing. whether it’s the blue sky, the serene waters, or even, your favourite acolyte’s eyes.
pairing : childe x reader. [can be platonic/romantic.]
reader uses they/them pronouns.
may contain really bad grammar.
taglist : will be placed in later!
recommended song : once upon a december - christy altomare.
a cough escaped your lips, frail and shivering. you clutched the now tattered and ruined cloak, the fabric barely clinging onto your bruised and battered skin. Your fingertips run themselves against your arm, trying to create warmth.
you couldn’t tell if people were still hunting you, chasing you. their yells and distaste ringing in your ears, their words so thoroughly clear in your ears, never leaving. you grit your teeth. You haven’t slept in days, you remember. You told yourself you couldn’t, not until you’ve passed Liyue. Then you will rest.
You grit your teeth in anger and disappointment, your legs wanting to give way but your will won’t let them. You could remember the amber eyes that laid their gaze on you, full of hatred, full of distaste, as if, you were to blame of the way you looked. Were you?
You have no idea how long you’ve been on the run, how long have you had a full meal? Clean water? Warm clothing? A home? Every step you took, it felt like your body would cave in. You remember what Venti has told you once,
“there’s no home for you here. As long as you carry a face we so adore, you are always to be considered a curse.”
Your gaze stays on the floor, you can no longer tell when you’ve crossed lands, you no longer remember when you’ve stopped to take a rest, because you knew, they’re always near by, the people who despise you so, the ones who can never let go of the face you so wear.
For once, for once in your long walk, you look up. The silver storm of a suspicious land greets you so, you could almost see, every unique snowflake’s design, so intricately made. Your head makes a click, Snezhnaya. You could see the sigh that escapes your lips, forming a small gust of air in front you.
You just now start to feel the ice freezing up to your feet, your toes no longer being able to move, how long have you been walking this barren land? The icy blue was the only thing you can remember. For once, you smile. Blue was your favourite colour, it reminded you of the good things in life.
The blue sky, the calm waters you’d play at as a child, the bluebells that’d grow outside your home. You can no longer feel energy to walk, you knees give way, a soft thud onto the snow, you can barely feel the cold creep up to your limbs. The white snow, reminding you of a blank canvas. So peaceful, yet so horrifying. You’re alone, in what seems like a never ending field of ice and snow.
A hum is heard from behind you, you don’t turn your head, no longer feeling the will to, just staring at the white fields that lay itself in front of you. weirdly enough, you’re warm.
“your celestial highness, you must be cold no? don’t you worry. This one, will take care of their most beloved.”
You don’t remember what happened after, the last remnants you do, you remember staring at a beautiful creature, reminding you of the galaxies they’d talk about back in your world. Oh how gorgeous you remember it. You felt a warmth surround you, as you slowly close your eyes, letting yourself be consumed by the tiredness you’ve finally acknowledged.
blue eyes stared at you, you felt your eyelids still droop, your tiredness not going away. a hum, once again, though you can’t tell if that came from him or you.
Childe stared at you with uncertainty. Although not at you, archons, never at you. You force your fingertips to life, you felt it twitch, shaking. Your eyes slowly move around the room, the fireplace in the far corner, the countless pales of warm, boiled water. The bucket that lay at your feet, your feet’s draped in a hot towel.
You could tell why, from your ankles to your calf, it grew bright red, you though, from the snow, must be. Childe watched you scan the room, you remember him as awfully noisy, so, carefree. Almost child-like. It kind of weirds you out, how quiet and so, calculating his gaze was on you.
“tartaglia..” your hoarse voice calls out, as if a machine turning back to life, he moves, his hand reaching for a glass of water from the bedside table, slowly placing the rim of the glass to your lips, quenching your thirst.
“shh..beloved. you’re still weak.” His hushed whispers tell you, slowly tipping the glass more and more, so you could get as much water as you needed.
you force yourself up, childe supporting you from the small of your back, the soft plush bed dipping as childe stacked your pillows up behind you.
“where..” a hum silences you, you stay silent for a moment, almost afraid to speak.
“I cannot apologize for, what the other nations did to you, your highness..” childe replaces the now cold towel on your forehead, only now feeling the wet sensation as he peeled it off and placed it in a pale with warm water, you watched his hands wring it damp before dipping it back into the water.
“they know not, when their god possess such a weak mortal body, and for that, they are insolent idiots.” Childe continues, wringing the towel damp one more time, before folding it neatly, into a small shape, big enough for your forehead.
“but here, in snezhnaya, we adore you so dearly.. here you are, our treasure. the most wondrous.” you took the time to admire him, as he gently placed the warm towel on your head. You could see his ginger curls, lay so perfectly on his frame, his hair was a mullet, small cuts litter his cheeks, you mustered it was from the countless spars you always imagined he’d love to do.
his freckles littered his face so perfectly, his lips in a thin line, his gaze flickers from the towel to meeting your eyes. His cerulean eyes meet you, his eyes carry adoration, care, love and affection for you. a truly magnificent acolyte.
You could not think of anything to describe laying your eyes on childe for the first time, almost, as a breath of fresh air, but you can feel yourself bubble up, especially his eyes, oh how his eyes affected you so. Your favourite colour, Blue.
“we, snezhnaya as a nation, will restore you to your peak greatness. I, your loyal acolyte, the 11th harbinger. The holder of your foul legacy, will promise you so.” His words stun you back into silence. You aren’t sure how to respond to him, his declaration has you so curious. Why hasn’t he had the same reaction as the other characters you’ve met?
and if he knows who you truly are, then why doesn’t the others?
you didn’t let words speak for you, rather your actions. Your hand shakily raised to meet your beloved Ajax’s face, it was almost if it was a perfect fit, his cheek to your warm palm, his eyes flutter close, as he yearns more for your skin, your touch. Your thumb slowly runs through his cheekbone, delicate, soft and gentle.
“ajax..” you mumble as he hums even more, the vibration ran shivers down your spine. he looks up at you, a small smile on his face, determination and his face shows serious listening, wanting to hear every syllable your lips tells him.
“will you…will you protect me, till then? till I give them their judgement, my revenge?” You whisper, voice still hoarse, ajax leaned his lips against the inside of your palm, nodding enthusiastically, kissing it ever so gently, as if you’ll break from under his touch.
“I promise, I will restore you back to your divinity, and I will stand by your side, the day you take back the world you once created..” his eyes glisten, never breaking his gaze on yours. you couldn’t help but, fall a bit in love with his eyes. after all, blue is your favourite colour.
“we must get started then, no?”
#euphoric~asks#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin self aware au#euphoric~works#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#yandere genshin#childe x reader#euphoric~childe#genshin impact sagau#AAAA 3 AM POSTING LOL
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Hey! May I ask for Savanaclaw trio with Childe like S/O? Thank you and take your time!
unleashing mayhem in the savannah。
▌|﹫ᅠcharacter/s ⦂ leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl
▌| ⌕ᅠ description ⦂ childe-like yuu enters twisted wonderland. how did their relationship with the boys progress?
▌| #ᅠ warning/s ⦂ childe, mentions of blood and fighting
▌| ➛ᅠpinned comment ⦂ i haven’t read the usurper from the wilds, so this may be inaccurate. though i still liked the request ‘cause childe’s a menace and would def fight ppl in twst (no beta we die like my forgotten wips)
What does Childe!Yuu like the most? A good fight! What does Leona hate the most? Moving his body! Your first official meeting with him was you instigating a battle after finding out he’s a powerful magician, and he hates that this new “magic-less” student can make do with any weapon against him. (Of course, he fought back, he hates losing even more.)
You’re good with words – provocation or not – and was able to annoy him (like you did in your spats with the Balladeer), enough to show his unique magic. He’d never been pinned down in record time with two blades of pure water magic aimed at his throat. (OH, you looked attractive with a proud smirk lacing your lips as you stared down at him… OH NO)
Leona’s not vocal about it, but his favorite time of the day is whenever you seek him out for a spar. It weirdly makes him feel wanted.
When Leona went into overblot, it was the first time you showed your Foul Legacy transformation. He couldn’t believe Ruggie when he said that you had summoned a whale to defeat him in one strike. (Both of you ended up in the infirmary, because you later felt faint.)
“I thought it would be possible to have you as my guinea pig to test the limits of people here. Imagine my disappointment that you fainted when I unleashed the Celestial Voyager. And for your information, that whale is called a narwhal.”
“Like hell I’m going to let you leave after that. Prepare yourself, I’m going to show you a real battle with the ‘King of Beasts’.”
He got his ass beat by the way. (You think magic’s going to stop a war machine with a vision and a delusion? No.)
You have house warden privileges too. Leona lets you fight whichever Savanaclaw students feel brave that day. He gets more sleep, and you (kind of) satiate your bloodlust.
Being away from your family was normal when you were in the Fatui, but the possibility of never seeing them again took a toll on you. The prince offered to listen about the stories of your travels in Teyvat in his own way.
“Keep talking, herbivore. Makes me fall asleep faster.”
The one and only thing that can distract you from Leona is Cheka. The kid is delighted at the fact that he has a new playmate! You, bringing in years of experience from spending time with younger children, amused him by narrating your adventures as a toy seller.
Other than the sparring, your relationship is very domestic. If your time together is not spent napping, then you’re taking care of Leona. You took over some of Ruggie’s duties to let the guy rest, you’re capable of accomplishing them anyway.
He eats everything that you serve (no, it’s not because of your threatening smile.) Ruggie and Jack thought that it was a miracle that Leona was eating vegetables.
“Food is like weaponry. A true warrior never deliberates unduly over their choice of weapon, nor do they do so over their food. NOW EAT, LEONA.”
His initial reaction was ‘why is this kid so friendly?’, while watching you chatting away with different students. There’s gotta be a catch, right?
Ruggie’s instincts proved to be correct when he tried ‘coaxing’ food from you. The moment you noticed him mutter ‘Laugh with Me!’ and your hand’s moving beyond your control, a weapon was already pointed at him.
“Heya, prefect! Mind giving this guy that menchi-katsu meat cutlet sandwICH–?! HEY–”
“Morning, comrade! I don’t ever recall agreeing to give you food (^-^).”
Didn’t really approach you because he’s now aware you can scheme and deceive others too. In spite of that, he runs to you whenever someone’s chasing him. Ruggie uses you as a shield, considering he saw the way you moved like a trained warrior, and you’ve never been one to back down.
You bond over the harsh environments you both grew up in. The hyena can’t imagine living a cold country – where a break in the middle of your trek can freeze you to death.
He began letting you tail him; he enjoyed your company – your willingness to help was a definite plus!
Another one that likes to be pampered by you. You can clean, cook, fight, and you’re efficient? Ruggie thinks that he must’ve done something right in his life to have such an incredible significant other.
Sleep almost always comes to him whenever you gently rub and pet his ears. He knows that he can let his walls down around you, and that you won’t let anyone harm him.
Somehow, he managed to convince you to use your Foul Legacy form to scare off students. Imagine the Devouring Deep and Ruggie’s sitting on top of your open armored palm – the sharp claws pointed away from him.
“Woah, they’re way smaller when I’m here. This is like a free ride – I can get used to this! Shishishi!”
Jack’s speed and physical prowess is what drew you to him. You earned his respect when you faced off the Leech brothers on your own, dual-wielding electric swords in each hand. Wide-eyed and in awe, as an Electro Riptide brought forth an arc of purple electricity against your enemies.
He offered you the possibility of joining him in morning runs too. Someone that can keep up with the intensity of his training is hard to come by, so he really enjoys those moments.
Once he finds out that you’ve killed people in the past, your moral codes are going to clash. Your loyalty to your god is admirable yet allowing yourself to shed blood by the orders of the Tsaritsa is something he can’t agree with.
At the same time, he hasn’t seen you seriously harm anybody within the campus… so he gives you the benefit of the doubt, for now.
Jack likes the thrill you bring into sparring. You’re not all talk, you have the skills to back it up, and you end up triumphant in every match.
Even if his words come out the opposite of what he had in mind, you seem to have learned how to discern the actual truth.
When you noticed he had trouble with his makeup, he was thankful for your offer. The only problem was the close distance between your faces while you did his eyeliner didn’t help the swishing noise of his tail from underneath his ceremonial robes.
“I’ve never done this before. Blushing? N-no, I’m not.”
“Then! You wouldn’t mind if I use your legs as a chair, no? I can reach your eyes better this way.”
You talk fondly of your siblings, something that he can relate to. You mentioned that you picked up your makeup skills from Tonia, your younger sister, and your mother. He wondered if it was one day possible to meet your family (and ask them for permission to court you).
During winter break, he brought you home to formally introduce you to his parents. They were ecstatic, especially when they saw you playing with Jack’s siblings in the pure white snow.
▌| ⚠︎ ᅠby RAVYNOUS — please do not copy, edit, screenshot, or repost any of my works. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.
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I was reading the reverse isekai, where FL is in this world and omg omg
Imagine our moth man going out of the house for the first time with the excuse of him doing a "cosplay" at an anime con and he's soo amazed with everything. Why the buildings are so tall in here? Those tiny little boxes with light (phones) are some kind of vision? Everyone has one.. What do you mean there are no visions or powers in here? There are no enemies to fight to death either... what?
And then there's the fact that he doesn't have to switch bodies with Childe to be able to walk among people. The people of this place see him differently, here humans are not afraid of him and they don't want to fight with him!
I can see him chirping with happiness when he see other moths that looks just like him! Dragging u with him when he sees someone who looks just like childe, and then another one and another one..
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Wait wait this make me think.. what if childe eventually appeared in this world too but in a different body, like.. they can see each other for the first time. I would love to see them interact together :))
Sorry if I wrote something wrong, English is not my first language.
AWWWW THAT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS
i can also see Foul Legacy really liking going on walks at night, getting to see all the lights and sights of the city without having to worry as much about being seen. he particularly likes the park near your house, with its trails and benches and flowers- at night, the fireflies and moths come out, all settling in Legacy's fluff like he's a long-lost friend. perhaps they're attracted to the way his crystalline eye glitters, perhaps they're curious, or maybe they just like resting in his fur. either way, he's delighted by the tiny creatures, chittering happily as they perch on his claws and horns- you just have to snap a photo, showing it to him afterwards as he nudges the phone in your hands
and if Childe somehow manifested in your world, searching for the warm presence that guides him to you, he and Foul Legacy freeze and stare at each other for a solid five minutes when they first meet. it's Legacy who finally makes the first move, leaning in to cautiously sniff Childe, the scent of blood and ice familiar yet foreign to him. he brings his claws up to gingerly ruffle Childe's hair, as he's seen you do so many times before, and Childe lets out an indignant squawk as his Abyssal counterpart promptly messes up his hair. you, on the other hand, think it's hilarious, chuckling while taking a few photos to save for later. but your laughter draws the attention of both Childe and Foul Legacy, and suddenly you feel yourself being embraced by not one, but two strong pairs of arms, Legacy's cheek pressed against your head and Childe's face buried in your neck
now you have two clingy curious boys to show around your world!! good luck :)
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#chit chat#don't worry my dear!! your english is excellent!!#childe is obviously easier to take outside in the daytime#insists on holding your hand no matter what#AND THEY SNUGGLE WITH YOU IN A BIG PILE AAAAA#short scenario#other's stuff#good evening :)
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i suck at titles.
tartaglia x vampire male reader
it was signora who had invited you out to the outdoor market today, strange for a cold place like snezhnaya, however common to the locals. they sold many things, ranging from fish to imported toys for the children.
you liked signora, she was actually quite close to what you'd call a best friend. she is also one of the only ones to know you're true nature. now, you thought, what kind of friend would you be if you cancelled? she'd understand, surely, but still you'd feel bad.
it was a nice day - for you, anyway. the clouds were out, the sun barely showing through at the end of the horizen. but, as for personal matters - your hunger - it was not the greatest. your plans of hunting had been halted all week, due to work and god knows what else. this made your eyes dark, and as far as your physical state...let's just say it was worse than what a typical person would call lathargic. your sight blurred sometimes, your legs threatened to give out, and worst of all, the scent of blood was heightened, even more than usual, so you had to deal with that nagging urge to just sink your teeth into someone.
you couldn't find the tall blonde you had agreed to meet up with through the large crowd. you almost stumbled into people as they gave you strange looks.
"um..excuse me, ma'am? have you seen a tall blonde woman, she - i-i'm sorry...i have to go..." got that scent the small plump woman you had decided to ask about signora's whereabouts...that fresh blood pumping through her frost nipped cheeks...fuck.
"you alright, sweetie?" she asked, her musical voice chirped as you stumbled quickly away, desparate to not create a scene. you waved a hand up, as if to dismiss her comment, when you really, certainly not alright. she probably guessed you were taking drugs.
you needed to compose yourself, you thought, you head swiveling franitically as you looked for somewhere to take a moment to regain your senses. maybe. maybe you should just get out of here. you'd explain to signora later. you'd -
you suddenly let out an 'umfph!' as you felt your body knock into something. someone.
"well, look who it is! didn't expect to see you here, cutie~"
that voice. that smell.
your now darkened eyes snapped up to meet ocean blue orbs. of course. it was childe.
his brows furrowed as he examined you, his expression becoming that of a more serious one. "you're not...you're not feeling alright...here, can you walk?" childe quickly assessed your condition, though he didn't know any rhyme or reason behind it, he knew you weren't well. you didn't speak as he gently took your body into his arms, not neccesarily carrying you, but holding you against him in almost a protective manner.
"c'mon, the place i'm staying isn't too far, you can rest there," he muttered, quickly making his way through the crowd. you let him take you there, trying to think about anything but that overwhelmingly delectable scent of his blood. it must be because of his foul legacy, it made his blood different, more desirable.
not too long later, childe had managed to get you both into the inn room he was staying at. you didn't question why he wasn't staying with his family, simply sat down on the bed, attempting to distract yourself by taking in the room. it was surprisingly high-quality. a fire place, a king bed, red carpets, red furnishings, red bedspread...god dammit. this was bad.
you felt childe's weight against the bed next to you, but you didn't dare look at him. you hands clenched at your sides, desparetely trying to keep you sane.
childe put his hand on your own clenched fist. you tensed, practically feeling his veins pumped with blood. that damn delicious blood. could've been considered a delicacy, even.
"hey...you can talk to me. i'm worried about you. what happened?" he askes, his voice soft as you felt his gaze never leave you.
"childe," you spoke through your teeth. "i...i don't know how to explain. it's...it's really hard for me..r-right now to..i can't...i need...fuck. childe, i need blood. i'm a vampire." as stupid as your confession sounded, it was true.
"i had...a suspicion..actually," childe lightly laughed. "but they're rare. i never expected to meet one -" he stopped as you look at him, your jaw clenched.
"that's right. you need blood."
"yes, that's why i have to go. now." you began to pull away, fighting urge to just bite him right now.
"will my blood suffice? as long as it doesn't...harm you or anything, you know, with my..." he trailed off, looking at you as you stared, astonished, back at him. childe was offering his blood to you? you certainly didn't expect this.
you took a breath. "c-childe, i can't do that. not to you."
"it wouldn't kill me, right? sure i'd lose some blood but, believe me when i say i've had worse," and the worst part was that he wasn't even phased.
slowly, you sat back down. "i...i suppose i could...take it...it just doesn't feel right,"
"it doesn't have to. as long as it brings you back to normal, makes you feel better, i want you to have it." he slowly lifted his hand to the back of your neck, tenderly bringing your head down to meet his neck, as the other hand had been busy undoing his collar.
"it's okay," childe said, his hand now lifting to pet your head. "go ahead,"
"ok..but, it you want me to stop -"
"shhh, eat." as if to hurry you up, his crooked his neck, making it more accesisible to you. slowly, you nodded.
"this might hurt for a second," you murmered before opening your mouth and sinking your fangs into his soft skin. the small pinch alerted him only slightly but just seconds after, his small gasp turned into a moan. god, who knew a vampire sucking blood out of you could feel so good. his head leaned back as he closed his eyes and embraced the waves of ecstasy it brought him as you took in little mouthfuls of his sweet blood.
your small gulps made him smile, knowing you were able to feel better, to have eaten. after a small while, you stopped, taking your head out of his neck and looking at him, hoping he wasn't too dizzy. childe smiled at you drowsily as he wiped a small trail of blood from your mouth, your eyes were now a lighter color, indicated you had your fill, and wouldn't be needed more anytime soon.
"that felt...amazing." childe hummed as his hand played with a strand of your hair. "god, you're so cute,"
"you should get some rest. you're all drowsy now," you said, gently placing your cold hand onto his own that played with your hair.
"you'll stay..?" childe asked, his voice tired. you chuckled and nodded. hearing that he lowered you down onto him, hugging you against him contently. "you're only allowed to drink my blood from now on, got that?" he asked you. you sighed.
"i guess," you say, sighing.
"you gotta promise me. i don't want any else feeling as good as you just made me. only me."
"i promise,"
and you promised.
trust me when i say that one day he came home to you, already undoing his collar and begging for you to feed off of him, even though you ate like 2 days ago.
this takes a slight toll on his own well-being, so now it's you that has to make sure he takes care of himself and eats well.
childe loves his vampire bf <3
#childe x male reader#tartaglia#childe#childe x vampire reader#tartaglia x male reader#tartaglia x male vampire reader#genshin impact
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CHAPTER 12 - BREACH THE SURFACE
childe x reader, wc: 3.5k, masterlist, Ao3
cw: nsfw, violence, murder,
Somehow, he survived. You dragged him into the apartment not caring who saw you - it seemed everyone was too busy recovering from the attack to notice anyways. Childe was still coughing and retching. He doubles over and throws up into the sink, black flakes with an odd purple sheen mixed in. You scrunch your nose and flick your hand to wash it down the sink.
The Abyss, the very thing that had plagued Mondstadt, now it was coming back to haunt you in a new form. Memories of Mondstadt seemed to follow you like a shadow. Another thing to add to the list of why you should hate Childe.
“Feel a bit better?” He swallowed and nodded, still panting
“Yeah, I think I got most of it out. I’m just cold and soaked now”
You had never seen him look weak, you could almost understand why he wouldn’t want his underlings to see him like this. What a contrast it would be to see their fearless leader look like death had given him a slap on the back.
You couldn't see any visible cuts on him at least but he still smelt like the rot of the abyss, still had the singe of electro on him. It was strange, he had been slashed clean across the chest again but in that wretched form he sustained no permanent injury.
He was freezing to the touch. Eventually you managed to drag him to the bathroom, slowly you peeled his damp clothes off along with yours. Neither of you cared about the nudity at this point just wanting to move away from the edge of being frozen.
You used your vision to fill up the bath with warm water. Steam curling off it in delicate tendrils instantly making the air feel a little less frigid. He sighed deeply as he relaxed into the water. You followed him in, curling up at the other end, letting the warmth seep into your rain-soaked bones.
You let out a small sigh before turning your attention to him. Deep bags underneath his eyes were still there but his skin seemed a little more pink now. You had never seen him look so out of sorts, despite the lack of fresh wounds on his body he radiated malaise.
“How are you feeling?” You tucked your legs up to your chest, squinting as your shoulder twinged in pain.
He massages his neck, tilting it from side to side. “Not great, I overused my Foul Legacy. The abyssal energy took too much from me this time. At least I'm not coughing it up anymore”
“How long does it take to recover” You asked, trying to gauge what you needed to do
He shrugged “Generally the longer and harder I use it the worse the recovery is”
“How many times have you used it then?”
“Only sparingly, I don't exactly want the world to know about it. Takes away the surprise” A small smile tugs at the edge of his lips as he says that
“Ever the tactician. So, what now?”
“We keep on going. I don't have long, maybe a few hours but I need to get back to Northland. Having a Harbinger missing wouldn't be a great look”
He looked exhausted, but underneath that there was a troubled look. He stared up at the ceiling, brows knotted together
“There's something else on your mind”
“I didn't get the gnosis, I did all of this and still failed. I failed the Tsaritsa” The water around you started to feel like a current, flowing just under the surface and Childe’s anger grew.
“I nearly drowned a whole city, nearly lost your trust and for what? A fight that I lost anyway. It wasn’t worth doing all of that. All this harm for no good, nothing to show for it. My chance to prove myself to Cap- The other Harbingers, gone ”
“There has to be another way right? You can still salvage this and prove yourself? This can't be the end.” You said, trying to coax him away from spiralling
Childe sunk into the water and flung his arm across his face “You’re right, A Harbinger doesn't get knocked down that easily”
“There he is” You softly say, at least he's getting his bite back.
Turning your attention to your shoulder you could see a purple bruise blooming, acutely aware of Childe’s gaze you drew up some water using your hand and formed it around your shoulder. You let out a little huff and bit your lip, letting the pain flow into the water. After a few minutes the bruising eased.
“Your getting good at this” He comments, leaning in to inspect your injured shoulder
“Thanks, I learned it from Baizhu. I still can't fully heal something but I can ease it a little, take the edge off”
“How did you manage that impressive bruise?”
You flushed and looked away in embarrassment “I crashed into the Golden House when I saw Osial, I got spooked when I saw it and lost control”
“How on Teyvat did you managed to crash into the Golden House?” He sat back with an surprised look on his face
“You know that night by the campfire when you first taught me to fight?” He nodded “You mentioned some vision users being able to turn into pure elemental form. I saw you do it at the Golden House to escape, I followed you. I lost track of you because of the rain and the battle though”
“I didn’t know you could do that, especially without training”
“I don't think I could do it again if I’m being honest, at least not on command. I was so blinded by rage and fear that I just… let it take over me. That and the storm helped me draw some power”
“Rage? Fear?” He tilted his head “There are better ways to channel elemental energy” He said jokingly
“I-I don't know” you hug your head “Everything just happened so quickly, there's a lot you didn't tell me you know. The delusion, the gnosis. Then there's the second god I’ve seen abandon their nation”
“You finally have reason for your doubts huh?” He prompted you on
“I suppose. When you summoned Osial to draw out Rex Lapis, Some part of me hoped that he would show up, but he didn’t. He all but abandoned his people. Its sad that I had to see you nearly drown a whole city to see that”
A flash of guilt came across his face “I only did it to draw out Rex Lapis, I also thought he would show up. I only went that far for the Tsaritsa. Guess we both learnt the same lesson”
“I still don’t know if I can follow any god… but maybe” You paused and took a breath “Maybe the Tsaritsa might be a good choice. What exactly does she plan to do?”
Childe reaches out and grabs both your hands “I want a new contract, Rex Lapis isn’t dead yet.” You slip your hand away from his, falling back into the water, shaking your head.
“Why tell me these things in the first place if I have to swear to keep them a secret? Wouldn’t you be breaking rules”
“I-I don't know, I just want to keep you around for a little longer. Maybe if you join the Fatui you can do that”
Of course the contract, it had been fulfilled, you were now free of your obligation to him
“Childe, The whole reason I made a deal with you in the first place was to gain my own freedom. How can I be free if I'm chained to another Archon?”
“Because she will bring freedom to all of us, this I can swear. If you follow the Tsaritsa to the end of her plan you will never have to swear loyalty or serve another god again. Plus isn’t it freedom to choose what you want to do with your life? You can choose to join us”
“...You make a fair point.” You reach out and grab his hands again, hoping your blind trust might lead you somewhere. Despite all he had done, the sins he had committed you wanted to stay by him for a little longer as well
He squeezes your hands “Swear you’ll never tell a soul that I told you any of this. You’ll never tell anyone about the Tsaritsa's plans”
“I swear�� Another twinge up your forearm, a small golden glow around your hands and forearms that sunk into your skin.
Childe bites his lip “I can’t tell you absolutely everything but seeing as you know about gnoeses…”
“That's the thing that every Archon has, right? You told me that was what you were after when we first got to Liyue” You move a little closer towards him and lean in ever so slightly, interested to hear what he has to say
He nods “She wants to collect the power of the seven gnoses of Teyvat and use their collective power to bring down the heavens and create a new world order, one where man could rule freely without the eyes of Celestia gazing down upon them at every turn”
He paused and pulled you closer “Dragonspine wasn’t always eternally cold you know, they hit the top of the mountain with a nail that wiped out Sal Vindagnyr, the civilization that thrived on Dragonspine before. They had their favour until they didn't, one little thing and an entire city is wiped out on a whim”
Your eyes widened and he continued “The Cataclysm that happened five-hundred years ago, That was Celestia wiping out every remnant of a nation without gods. They will cause untold destruction to maintain their iron rule of Teyvat”
You swallowed trying to take everything he just said in and process it.
“So what you're saying is that Celestia wiped out these civilisations and in turn the Tsaritsa wants a world without gods and to do that she wants to wage a war against the heavens? What about the Tsaritsa isn’t she a god herself?”
“I don't know, her true plans are for herself and only herself to know”
“And the delusion, is that a mockery of Celestia? An attempt to imitate a god's blessing?”
“Something like that, I’m not too involved with that side of things, its more Dottore’s realm”
You looked down and swallowed, now considerably closer to Childe than you were at the start of the bath. He reached out and cupped your face, you lifted your gaze to make eye-contact with him. His eyes still had no shine, but his smile showed something genuine.
“Y/N, stay, even if it's just for a little while longer.” he said softly “I can’t figure out what I feel for you let alone put it into words, I swore to love nobody else but the Tsaritsa, but you’re making me begin to question it”
This man who had stood for everything you opposed. On that fateful night where you had first met at the bottom of Starfell Lake. His role was to harm and yours to heal, he was a creature, at least in part, of the abyss. Everything dictated that you should hate him. Yet, deep down, you knew you were falling ever so slowly for him, even if you never wanted to admit it but maybe, just maybe you could bury it down and remain with him for a bit longer.
You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes “OK, I’ll stick around”
He sighed “Thank you”
He angled your head slightly, eyes half lidded. You made the first move and gently kissed him. It was unlike the other time you had kissed him, that had been an outburst of desperation and pure willingness to avoid talking about the problem. But this, this was soft and sweet with no intention of it being anything else. A kiss for kisses sake.
Breath intermingled with one another's, you opened your mouth a scant inch and he took every advantage of that. He curled his hand around the back of your head and your hands found his shoulders.
Eventually, you broke apart. “C’mon the waters getting cold and you have to be at Northland”
“Yeah, your right” He chucked against your lips
✧
You sprinted up the giant flight of stairs to Bubu pharmacy. Debris was strewn across Liyue Harbour. It had only been hours after the storm had ended but people had begun to crowd the streets. A few shopkeepers cleaning up outside their stores.
You came to a stop, slightly panting, at the top of the stairs. Looking around Baizhu and Qiqi were mulling around inside. Qiqi was mopping the front and Baizhu was taking stock of herbs. He turns around to see you
“Y/N, I’m glad to see you safe after that whole ordeal”
“As am I, I came as quickly as I could. Of course this would happen on my day off” You half joke
“No need to worry, we're ok. Aside from some water damage to some herbs everything's alright. It is your day off Y/N, you don’t need to stick around” Baizhu said, turning back to continue taking inventory of the soaked herbs and medicines
“I just wanted to check in. That and I assume some people would have been injured in the storm, I came by to help”
Baizhu frowns for a second and nods “I guess you're right, there are a few people upstairs. Most of them are minor injuries, thankfully. I believe a troupe of local emergency healers have been dispatched by the Qixing for the more severe cases we couldn't effectively treat here. I'll keep you updated if anyone else comes in”
You nod, “Thank you, I'll start right away”
✧
Childe dried off and made his way to the bank, he still felt awful but at least he didn't like he was on the brink of death anymore. People stared at him as he strolled the streets to the bank, He didn’t take much notice of it but the closer he got to Northland the more he could feel their eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. Nodding at Vlad he stepped into the opulent interior, only to see Signoria and Zhongli conversing.
“Signoria, what are you doing here?” He said in a tense tone, even just being near that woman made him want to rip her to pieces.
“Finishing what you started Childe” She snarked, looking up up and down with disdain and crossing her arms
“You call this "cooperation between Harbingers"? Cooperation involves communication, you know” He snarled, He wouldn’t let her take another victory from him again.
Signoria laughed, smirking at him “Don't take it to heart, Childe. Besides, weren't you happy that you got to skip the formalities and bring chaos to the land? I'm sure you must've enjoyed that” She said in a soft, drawling voice. She paused as the doors opened again to reveal the Traveller and Paimon
“Oh, it seems that some of your friends have arrived.” She snapped her head toward him and then back at the new arrivals “It's you two. I believe we've met once before... In the City of Bards, was it? I imagine that it must have been rather hard to forget watching helplessly as something precious was snatched away from your friend.”
Aether looked at Signoria the same way Tartaglia did, with nothing but pure molten hatred. Paimon flitted to Aether's side and mumbled something, Aether seemed to visibly calm down, coaching his expression into one of mild annoyance.
“Well, if it isn't Aether. This is our first time seeing each other since Liyue was nearly wiped off the map. This is certainly a bit... awkward, wouldn't you say?” He said, desperately trying to lighten the mood after the battle that had happened a mere few hours ago
“Hmph, Paimon knew that we should never have trusted a Fatui Harbinger.” She crossed her arms and floated a little lower, glowering at him. Childe was glad that all of the people that could say that it was Paimon.
“Aw, now don't say that. Sure, I may have misled you, but I never had anything against you personally. Besides, I thought we were getting along quite well together, didn't you? Except for that little tussle we had at the end.”
“You deceived us! Used us!” The Traveller snapped
“The real deceivers here are Signoria and Zhongli.” He retorted
“Stop wasting time, Childe. There'll be plenty of time to chat once I'm through here.”
She turned to Morax and held her hand out “You remember the agreement, Morax. Now, if you would be so kind... The Gnosis please.” The voice dropping into something more sinister
Agreement? That bitch! Signoria had swooped under his nose yet again to steal the glory that was so rightfully his. And the gnosis? That means Zhongli isn’t just an adeptus but the Archon himself. He clenched his fists.
Zhongli paused for a little while “The contract is fulfilled. That which thou seeketh is now bestowed unto thee, for my promise is solid as stone”
“Hmph, how sanctimonious” She retorted, a sneer on her face. Zhongli drew the gnosis, it took everything from Childe not to reach out and snatch it from him as he passed it to Signoria.
“Why fake your death Morax? You could have cut the chase and given us the gnosis at the very start” Childe asked, anger rising at the second deceiver
“Gathering all the forces that had been bubbling behind the scenes, and then stirring them together in a pot that was bound to boil over... That's what he wanted to see, am I right?” Signoria said in a mocking tone, inspecting the rook-like gnosis, now solidly in her grasp.
She was deeper in on this than he thought, she must have been plotting to take this from him the moment she tipped him off about the Sigil at Yangsheng Teahouse.
Zhongli intervened “Perhaps it's best that I explain. As you know, I've dwelt upon this world for more than six thousand years. It is now 3,700 years ago that I founded Liyue together with The Adepti. Even boulders that can withstand whirlpools will erode with the passing of time. I kept convincing myself that cracks had not begun to form and that the end of my time had not yet come.”
He took a pause and glanced at everyone there, Paimon and Aether looked on in interest and Signoria looked bored, as if she already knew all of this
“Until one drizzly day, as I was strolling along the harbour, I heard a merchant tell one of his workers, "You've finished your duties, go ahead and call it a day." I stood motionless among the crowds, asking myself, Have I already finished my duties? But as I began to consider relinquishing my divine role, I soon discovered that many reasons still remained to not hastily depart. Was Liyue, the city I had dwelt in for so long, already prepared to enter its next age? I decided that a test was needed in order to reveal the answer.”
Of course this was going to be a long winded explanation, he couldn’t just get to the point
“So I approached Signoria. I knew the Tsaritsa wanted my gnosis and I was willing to give it for a price. But before I was content to leave Liyue in mortals hands I wanted to set up one last test. So, we gathered the cast of Tartaglia, The Adepti and The Qixing”
‘Oh and each played their role so beautifully” Signoria laughed, hiding her smile behind one hand
“Were you satisfied with the finale?” Childe snarked, growing more and more pissed by the second. All this time he thought he had the reins only for them to be so cruelly cut away. Zhongli and Signoria had wanted him to lose that fight and summon Osial.
“Indeed, I was. The Gnosis I had kept for so many years suddenly seemed to have lost its meaning.” His face never changing from his pensive expression.
“Let me guess — you had another plan in case it all burned down.” Aether remarked flatly
“That's right, which is why I continued to safeguard the Gnosis until now.”
“So you mean that if the chaos ever reached the point of no return, you would simply appear and use your divine powers to bring Liyue back under control?” Paimon questioned
Signoria spoke for Morax “Of course. And it would have been all too easy for him, too. Just as a child quickly matures after losing their parents, so has Liyue matured when faced with the death of its deity”
Zhongli continued, “In the end, the resolution to all that has transpired was even more satisfactory than I could have hoped for. Credit is also due to Signoria, the emissary dispatched by the Cryo Archon to fulfil our contract. At my request, she kept everything she knew in strict confidence — this despite the eavesdropping ears of her colleague, Childe.”
Childe was about to beat this man into the ground, god or not. And The Tsaritsa had dispatched Signoria and not him, how long had she been plotting this for?
“All of these things turned out as I had planned. There is only one thing that I had not anticipated... and that was the conduct of the Liyue Qixing. I had expected them to do no more than The Adepti. To come to the defence of Liyue. But when all was said and done.
They seized the opportunity to supplant Liyue's divine protectors, and used the subsequent power vacuum left by my death to quickly gain complete control of Liyue.”
Rage boiling over he snapped “Hey, what about me? Doesn't anyone feel the least bit of remorse for deceiving me? You've practically kept me in the dark!”
“Hah! I think that thanks would be more appropriate. You certainly played no small part in all of this... Wreaking havoc and turning the city upside down. You must have delighted in it. The Lord of Geo ought to thank you for your performance, if anything. If you hadn't created the pressure of a battle between mortals, adepti, and a god, the lump of coal resting in the hands of the Geo Archon, Liyue would never have been able to become a dazzling diamond of a city.”
“What? Just whose side are you on, mocking me like that? Are you itching for a fight? You've come out of this as the hero of Liyue. I, on the other hand, will forever be proscribed as a disturber of peace” The faintest hint of electro singed the air
“The cards fell where they did. Well then, with the Gnosis in my possession, I have no use for such idle chatter. We should return to Zapolyarny Palace and seek an audience with Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa. Come, Childe.”
“Ugh, fine... I'll meet you there later. I'm not sharing a boat with the likes of you.”
“Hmph, do as you wish.” She turned her nose up and strutted out of the building towards the docks. Childe followed a few seconds later, avoiding Signoria he headed straight for the apartment.
He threw open the door and slammed it behind him. Fuming, he smashed a vase on the ground relishing in hearing it break. He stepped forward crushing the porcelain under his boot.
All of this work just to be a puppet strung along by Signoria and Zhongli. He had been sent on this mission to prove himself only for The Tsaritsa to have planned for Signoria to step in from the very start. What did he have to do to prove that he wasn’t a child?
And Zhongli, Childe was just about ready to tackle him to the ground and face his godly wrath for that act of deception. He always knew he wasn’t a human, but for him to be a god under his nose? Childe screamed and let out a strike of electro, it hung in the air, cracking.
On his return to Snezhnaya he would be humiliated in front of the other Harbingers. He took his mask that lay perched on the side of his head and looked at it, it was the representation of himself as a Harbinger, the mask seemed to laugh back at him. Another burst of electro jumped forth just as the door opened.
“Hey! Calm down, you nearly electrocuted me!” He saw you register his state, his back turned to you standing above a shattered vase and your expression changed to one of concern
“What happened at the bank?” You asked softy, the residual electro energy in the hair made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"What didn’t happen” he huffed, pacing around the room, you stepped into the apartment fully and closed the door behind you. He was still gripping his mask
“ I was never meant to get the gnosis, I was a mere pawn for Signoria and Zhongli to move around as they pleased. I did nothing to prove myself to the other Harbingers and now I look like an impulsive fool! Not to mention Zhongli gave the gnosis directly to Signoria, the bastards had it planned from the very start” He yelled, waving his hands around, his cape flowing behind him like a wave.
There was a flash of confusion across your face as you processed exactly what he had said, piercing together that Zhongli was the allegedly deceased god. You sat down and patted the spot on the couch next to you, reluctantly Childe sat down beside you, letting the mask fall and clatter on the floor.
“All of this was for nothing” He said, voice quieter than before. He rested his head on your shoulder, the rage that had been burning gave way to exhaustion, his body catching up to his over use of Foul Legacy.
You carded you hand through his rusty locks “Let's get you to bed, we can talk about this tomorrow, but right now you've reached the end of your wick”
Childe sighed and got up “Yeah… Yeah you're right. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow”
As Childe left for bed you hung around for a second longer, picking up the mask, you looked into the face of Tartaglia.
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Oh right are y’all ready to see what the noggin had brewing during my finals?
Hint: it’s depraved, I’m pretty sure Wifey is just a my whump character now
So I was thinking about what kind of experiments dottore would do if he ever got his hands on Wifey.
I’m gonna spare you from the worst of it because I want to look at least a little bit sane
Well first he would take it as an opportunity for him to test if wifey’s body can sustain and control the geo gnosis since they have part of Morax’s power, after pantalone wants his mora.
My theory is that they can but not in the way dottore wants it, its incredibly unstable and even if he somehow placed restrictions on the gnosis to only produce mora I doubt Wifey would have the capabilities to do something like that since there are so many details in a single mora coin and not to mention they would have to produce millions of it (because with the abundance of mora, it’s value as a single coin is quite low)
And not the mention the physical effects of having a gnosis ripped out of you and then placed back in on a daily basis, it would leave them so weak and then have to repeat all over again?
Also extorting the fact that Wifey cannot physically die before Morax, I think they would only give them just enough food to survive
And that’s only normal Wifey, can you imagine abyss Wifey?
Dottore has been wanting to get childe on his surgical table for years, and since Wifey and childe have similar abilities after coming out of the abyss…. Well dottore Is going to have a field day with that
So many things he can learn about the abyss just by subjecting Wifey to experiments and discovering the secrets to the foul legacy form.
Also I wouldn’t put it past him if or when Wifey starts to become numb to it and they stop reacting, dottore would start telling them how he hunted and killed theyre children
Y’all so I wrote 90% of the answer this morning, went to check a notification and the app crashed. I started refusing my answer right now, literally set my phone down to plug my laptop in, and it crashed again. Tumblr does not want me to answer this.
Anyways, to clarify: Wifey is the “won’t die unless directly killed” flavour of immortal. You CAN kill them, you’re just gonna have to try a little harder because the adeptal healing keeps them from succumbing to more extreme injuries. That said, I don’t imagine it allows them to, say, regrow limbs, and if the injury is bad enough it WILL leave scars and other possible damage.
The only reason Wifey can actually handle the gnosis inside them is because they’re married to the previous owner. It’s not that it like recognizes Wifey as Rex Lapis’ wife, it’s that the healing Wifey inherited from Morax keeps them from at the very least keeling over. I also like to imagine that because it’s specifically Morax’s adeptus energy, the gnosis sort of recognizes that. It’s kinda like vaccine logic, I guess.
That said, I imagine the main BIG reason the mora doesn’t form right is not JUST because Wifey’s technically mortal, it’s that they don’t even use Geo. The Geo Gnosis belonged to the Geo Archon, a god literally MADE of geo, and now Dottore’s sticking it in a mortal* dendro vision wielder. I’m not saying stick it in a geo user, or stick the dendro gnosis in Wifey, but like... probably should’ve anticipated it wouldn’t work.
As for Abyss Wifey, god that poor thing. They hate that part of them because it reminds them of such a horrifying and traumatic time of their life. The only “good” that came of it was their Foul Legacy, because it means they can’t get hurt anymore, no one would dare to go near them.
Not only would being abducted and experimented on because of your monster form suck on its own, but Dottore has the strength to rival the gods. Wifey won’t stand a chance, and you know what that means, right? It means that even their ugliest and most vicious side, the one born from their trauma, will not save them. It means that anything in theory can happen to them, and whatever is going to happen will be so much worse than the Abyss.
When Wifey goes catatonic, they might not even react to Dottore saying he’s killed their children, because they know that couldn’t happen. Their children wouldn’t let that happen. Morax wouldn’t let that happen. Surely it… it’s not true. It’s not true. As the days go by with no signs of help, they’ll start to believe it more and more and have a full breakdown. They’d do nothing but cry or stare into nothingness until help arrived or...
Abyss Wifey, on the other hand, will immediately go to tear out his fucking throat. They have to be sedated most days because they activate Foul Legacy every chance they get to try and kill him. Even if help arrives, they’re not leaving until they’ve put Prime’s head on a pike.
I should tell you to stop whumping Wifey, if only because it gives me ideas myself. Also, beta will gut us.
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Tw: Angst
Ship: Chiscara
Basically my cope in case Childe kicks the bucket fr in Fontaine
Scaramouche looks down at the tall, ginger man in his arms. He’s badly hurt. It’s so odd seeing the 11th Harbinger like this. Usually, the blood that stains his clothes is that of his enemies, not his.Childe’s eyes are closed and his breathing is labored. Scaramouche grits his teeth, choosing to look ahead rather than down at his past colleague.
I need to get him help.
The idiot used his Foul Legacy transformation despite knowing the havoc it wreaked on his body. Scaramouche knew why Childe did it, yet he didn’t know why. Why did he have to always throw himself so carelessly into a fight? Why did he always sacrifice himself for those he cared about?
Didn’t this dumbass know this lonely, ludicrous world needed him?
It’s then that Childe speaks.
“Why are you even helping me? I’m a harbinger. You don’t even know me.”
Scaramouche sighs.
“Just shut up. I’m doing this for the Traveler.”
“Ah. If you know the traveler, then can you please give this to her,” Childe weakly unclips his faintly glowing hydro vision. “I want at least a part of me to return back to my family.”
“Shut up. It’s not like you’re dying. Not on my watch.”
It’s then Scaramouche looks down again and his expression changes from that of irritation to horror. He instantly stops in his tracks as he realizes the ashes in the air are not from the city on fire but from Childe, who is slowly dissipating in his arms. Childe lets out a wry laugh.
“I don’t know about that. I think I bit off a bit more than I could chew this time.”
Scaramouche drops to his knees, placing Childe on the floor. He’s silent, absolutely shocked and terrified at what is happening and his inability to stop it. Despite this, Childe has known this the whole time, but he is unnaturally calm about it, resigned to his fate. He gazes at Scaramouche.
Please don’t look at me. I can’t bear to watch another person I love die. Please don’t look-
“What is your name?”
“I… I don’t have one.”
“Well… mine is Ajax.”
I know. I’ve known you and would like to continue to know you.
So please don’t go.
“Though, not having a name makes it a bit more difficult to thank you then.”
“Thank me for what?”
“For keeping me company before I die.”
Scaramouche can feel something twist in him. He tilts his hat, trying to hide the pain on his face before he responds in a strained voice.
“Wait. I do have an old name I used to go by. It’s Scaramouche.”
“Scaramouche? Ha… that name… it sounds so familiar.” Childe states, his voice growing weaker with each word. “I wish I could’ve gotten to know you. It would’ve been nice if we met in better circumstances. Maybe then, you would remember me fonder than how I am now.”
The harbinger falls silent, a smile still on his lips before even that disappears as well.
“Ajax?”
Scaramouche stares at the red scarf and hydro vision in his hands. He feels the tears well in his eyes as he hastily wipes them, cursing himself. He promised he wouldn’t cry like this ever again.
“You idiot…”
Stupid humans. Why were they so, so fragile?
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An Adventurer’s charts: Childe + acting (feat.Zhongli)
Childe had been dodging you for a while and it was getting annoying. Usually, he couldn't leave you alone but now he was jumping ship whenever you came too close. You thought that you might have done something as he didn't mention it being part of his job or anything. But the more you chased him, the more creative he became with avoiding you.
As you saw on the edge of the harbor, you thought back to what changes you may have made. It was hot out so you did change up your hairstyle a bit. You had switched to clothes that allowed your body to breathe a bit more, but nothing too flashy. So what was it? Finally, with the help of Zhongli, you had managed to trap Childe at a camp outside the harbor. "Wow, when I heard you wanted to fight me teach I came running straight-" Childe was cut off as he saw you standing there. He looked around, ready to run, but several pillars erected around the area. "I do not know what is going on, but I am indebted to my friend and therefore will be aiding them," Zhongli said from the other side of the pillars.
Childe gritted his teeth, looking for a way out. It would be a waste using his Foul Legacy now. "Childe! Why are you running from me?" you asked him. He did his signature laugh, turning around to you with a smile on his face. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said innocently. You pointed your weapon at him. "Then fight me instead" you challenged. His eyes went wide but he shook his head, turning his back to you. "Now's not a good time you see, I'm really sore from work and all," he said with a strained voice.
You lowered your weapon, approaching him carefully. "Are you injured? You should have said something, I'll get some help right away" you said as you touched his shoulder. He flinched, quickly grabbing your wrist to keep you from running. "No!" he said in a voice louder than he had intended to. "I-I mean..." he began panting as he looked at you. Now that you could see his face, it was flushed bright red.
"Childe..." you said quietly. He loosened his grip on you, moving to hug you to his body. You could feel his heart beating against his chest. "I can't control myself around you, not when all that skin is showing" he whispered into your ear. Now it was your turn to blush, the changes hadn't been that big but he made it sound dirty! "Childe, you perv!" you said and backed away. He was wearing a cat-like grin and walked after you. "Did you like my act? I knew if I played cat and mouse you'd come to me.
But I didn't think you'd go as far as to get teach's help" he laughed. You felt humiliated that he tricked you, but soon, your mind was too distracted with other feelings to care. Childe's hands slipped under your clothes as he began to touch you directly. His crotch ground against you so you could feel how hard he was. "Let's make sure to be loud enough for teach to know the truth~" he said with a wink.
Zhongli gave you both a very stern scolding about communication and privacy.
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Dick headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli? 👀
dick headcanons
kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli & gn!reader (NSFW)
1.1k words • ~9 min. read
warnings: cockwarming, blood mention, size difference, liyue arc spoilers
notes: SUPER delayed response (i’m so sorry) because i genuinely took a couple days to think about some fictional characters’ dicks??? i think it’s time to touch some grass?? ANYWAY i hope i did this request justice, i’ve never thought about this stuff in detail before :0
kaeya
i’ve always imagined that kaeya really has some LENGTH. he’s slightly above average so it’s not monstrously large, but he can definitely hit your sweet spots with ease or no effort at all.
it’s to the point where he can easily make bulges in your throat or your stomach. he absolutely loves watching his entire length disappear inside you and will either tease you about how he fits inside so well or how he’s so big that he can’t fit in you. just depends, of course.
cockwarming!!!! especially if you take his entire length in so well, expect him to ask if he can bury himself in you when the opportunity presents itself.
not super related to the topic but he’s the type to “fake bang” you if you’re bent over just to tease you. also the type to discretely grind his bulge against you when he’s in the mood, whether you’re hugging, cooking a meal, or even in the middle of a conversation with someone. he will not hesitate to let you know he wants you by letting you feel how hard you make him.
i don’t think many people talk about this but i imagine he’s uncircumcised... it’s going to sound so stupid but the “always hiding something” characterization... i’ll stop talking, you probably get it now HAHA
very well groomed down there! he truly does care about appearances and cleanliness after all. you never have to worry about poor hygiene with him in general. even though he loves doing dirty things with you there’s no doubt that he will always keep his dick as clean as possible. (shouldn’t everyone, though?)
he loves feeling tightness around his cock. whether it’s your hand pumping him or his form fitting pants restricting his bulge, firm pressure against that area can make his heart race. sometimes he can just be so needy for his cock to get attention.
diluc
despite being around average size he really has some girth on him! his cock is deliciously thick, that’s for sure.
twitchy! you can learn what he loves by the way his cock or his hips will twitch in excitement, almost as if it has a mind of its own. sometimes he can get so lost in the feeling and become speechless that those twitches would be your only indicator to keep doing what you’re doing.
his tip is so sensitive... if you lick that specific spot underneath his head or use your fingers to squeeze his tip, he will absolutely lose his mind. he also likes to shallow fuck you sometimes, loving the feeling of penetrating you over and over again.
that being said, expect him to usually take things slow and steady at first. he loves seeing the way his cock stretches you out, and especially loves seeing your hole gaping open to match his thickness. the feeling of pushing your walls apart because of how thick he is is always enough to make him weak at the knees.
he loves when you inflate his ego a little by using two hands to jerk him off rather than one. he especially loves when you use one hand to massage his balls, another sensitive spot of his. seeing you so eager and dedicated to please him will always send his heart pounding.
i like to imagine he has big, thick loads too to match his fat cock... he would definitely love dumping his cum inside you then letting it spill out so he can fuck it back inside again, penetrating you until your entrance is sore and covered in his load.
childe
this man is packing. he’s huge. nothing anyone can say will change my mind. out of this entire boy band group, this man packs the most. even his in game model has been proven to have such a fat cock that his bulge can literally be seen from behind???
it can tear you apart! hell, maybe it could make you bleed if he’s a touch too rough with you. but we all know that’s secretly what he would love to see... his bloodthirst might extend to intercourse too.
despite this, of course he would make sure your comfortable with his size first and would adjust accordingly in normal circumstances. he’s aware of how big he is and doesn’t want to make you feel genuine pain. maybe in other circumstances where he needs to take out his frustrations, he might not be so considerate...
if you gently touch or lick the veins that travel on the underside of his cock he goes a little feral! his veins are his weakness, just imagine the shaky moans he lets out as you tease him by tracing your finger along those veins... god help me
i believe in size kink foul legacy childe supremacy... his cock is already above average in size when he’s his normal self, but when he transforms you often tremble in borderline fear wondering how he could fit inside you. it’s mind boggling how the size difference is humanly possible.
(un?)fortunately, he can’t keep this form up for very long but rest assured he loves seeing the look on your face when he fucks you silly on such a fat cock, even if it’s just for mere moments.
that being said, expect childe to be super cocky about his size. his ego swells whenever you swoon over how big he is and he’s definitely the type of person to use this to his advantage by teasing and pushing your buttons.
zhongli
several sources have stated that rex lapis was able to change and alter his form freely... surely if zhongli could still do this even with his gnosis taken away, he would change his size to your preference if needed.
if you wanted his cock to rip you open, just say the word and he will do so accordingly. but if you’re feeling a little more mellow and wanted things to be gentle, he would gladly alter himself to be average size, or even smaller if you wanted.
but when i say he can alter his form, you best be sure that he can make it so he has two cocks at once. yes i believe in double cock zhongli supremacy... do with that information what you will.
since zhongli isn’t exactly human, his cock doesn’t exactly match that of a human’s either. in his most natural form without any changes being made, his cock is tougher and firmer than a normal human’s muscle. it doesn’t squish easy to the touch, but it’s not completely rock solid as you’d expect, which is quite ironic coming from a geo god.
you notice his veins on his cock, just like the rest of his body, are golden. they only actually show up when he’s reaching his climax where they’ll glow brighter if he’s getting closer to his orgasm. finally, with each pump of cum he lets out, these veins start pulsing with light until they eventually dim when he’s calming down from his high.
weird, huh?
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tending to their wounds
they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.
feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao
genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort
warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.
❀ albedo
it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.
flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?
it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.
"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.
"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'
the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.
despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.
you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.
"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.
you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.
❀ childe
childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.
finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.
but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.
your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...
"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"
"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.
and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.
you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."
a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.
what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.
you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.
❀ diluc
the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.
that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.
he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.
diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.
it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).
but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.
diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.
but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.
diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.
he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.
"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.
"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.
not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.
❀ kaeya
the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.
that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.
you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.
"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.
you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.
your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.
"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.
"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.
in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.
it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.
he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.
kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.
"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.
❀ kazuha
kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.
that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.
so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.
it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.
you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.
"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.
ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.
"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.
kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.
and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.
❀ xiao
being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.
even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.
when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.
so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.
nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.
"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.
"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."
xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.
no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.
but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.
and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.
an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.
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healing times | childe x reader
summary. childe is stupid and he gets hurt so now you have to heal this dumb man
ft. tartaglia x gn!reader
cw. childe, blood, injury, mentions of dying, reader is a vision user and healer, i think childe and reader are childhood friends but it’s up to you
wc. 0.8k
notes. why is reader giving manipulator nen-user energy- also i have no clue what i’m writing about i just hope it makes sense. it’s kind of implied that the reader is a better alchemist-healer than a vision-healer but still can heal. i’m probably making this even more confusing, anyway thank you for the votes from before because it was good motivation to finish this piece! hope you enjoy! <3
“y/n~ do you mind lending me a hand?”
you looked up from your papers, wondering what childe could possible need help with to see him limping over to you with his glove stained red and pressed against his arm. you gasped, seeing childe’s arm covered in blood running down from a large gash on his upper arm. the aura around him was a dull blue instead of the usual bright cerulean shade.
you immediately rushed over to him, channeling elemental energy from your hands and running it over his wound. you cursed under your breath when you realized that the bleeding wasn’t stopping and the wound was starting to turn a sickly shade of purple. running a hand along his arm, you could tell by the way his muscles tensed that he was in pain even if his expression was a bright and cheery one.
“is this poison? what hurt you? childe? can you answer me?”
the panic in your voice rose with every question as you started bandaging the gash.
he took labored breaths as he answered, “don’t worry, it was just a bathysmal vishap that caught me by surprise after i was recovering from my foul legacy form. it kinda drained my energy.”
if it weren’t for the severity of the situation, you would have smacked him for being so stupid. instead, you started rushing around your lab to find ingredients for medicine. in your scramble to get everything, you had nearly given him a bottle of whopperflower nectar instead of water. as he guzzled the water down heartily, you started mixing a bright blue concoction as well as a bright green healing potion.
“you’re so reliable, y/n. i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he whispered hoarsely.
you felt your cheeks start to warm before you cleared your throat and responded, “don’t say things like that while you’re delirious. the blood loss is probably getting to you.”
you handed him the blue potion and watched carefully as he drained the bottle. you noted that the color was starting to return to his face and that he was sitting a bit straighter.
“no, believe me when i say it. i’d be dead ten times already if it weren’t for you. i wouldn’t really be here.”
you scoffed as you continued mixing the green potion, but were glad that he was even speaking to you. it was a clear sign that he was starting to regain energy from the potion.
“i’m an average healer, can’t you tell by how my healing only just barely helps you?”
childe shook his head, thanked you quietly as you gave him the green potion, “don’t say things like that. you’re the best healer i know and no one else can help me like you can. even that weird baizhu guy can’t help me at all.”
you gestured at him to drink the potion and watched as the life started to return to his body. his eyes started to become brighter and his wound was starting to heal. the aura around him started to become more intense and now was a stormy blue. you decided not to tell childe that he had been nearly dying. had he come even 10 minutes later, his situation would have been much more dire.
“well that’s because i’ve been helping you for years. it’d be strange if i wasn’t helping you at all even after all this time,” you said as you started unwrapping his bandage to check how quickly it was healing up. the purple was starting to neutralize back to his normal skin tone and you could see the wound closing up.
childe’s eyes followed your hands as you worked, “yeah, and it’s because you’re an amazing healer.”
you ignored him. “well, it seems like your wound is going to be fine, but tell me if it reopens or if you feel any pain. just don’t do anything that will strain your arm. i’ll just be here like always.”
childe tried moving his arm lightly before his eyes widened. “wow, it really feels much better. see what i mean about your healing? how can i thank you for this?”
“i dunno, maybe don’t get into situations where you’ll get seriously injured?” you sighed as you started to clean up your work place and putting the potion ingredients back where they were supposed to go.
he laughed, “i’ll consider it, but let me treat you to dinner, hm? i don’t think i’ve ever properly thanked you for all that you’ve done for me.”
you were about to say no like you always did, but something felt a bit different today. maybe it was what he was saying while he was probably delirious or maybe you were taking pity on him for nearly dying.
you dragged out another sigh before giving him a slight smile that made his aura glow stronger.
“fine, but you’d better be treating me to something good.”
“of course, anything and everything for my favorite healer.”
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Streamer!Genshin Reacting to Character!(Y/N) Dying in Game
!Warning!: Major character deaths & angst
Characters: Diluc, Venti, Childe, & Zhongli
Diluc:
It was a race to get inside one of the bases of the Abyss Order to put a stop to whatever plans they were in the process of executing that could potentially put many lives in danger. Diluc was rather calm while playing though it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t a bit annoying that the route to the domain was timed
It was once inside the domain did things pick up fast as it seemed to be a fighting wave system which after beating the first two rooms there was a short scene where in the end Lisa and Amber stayed behind to hold off the incoming enemies so the rest of the group could go further. It seemed like forever doing some of the puzzles to unlock the doors to reach the next fight
In that fourth room after the defeat of hilichurls and abyss mages did suddenly a short cut scene appear to show the appearance of an Abyss Lector. As remembering how much he hated fighting this guy in the spiral abyss he already knew what he was in for; however that was until your character stepped forward with your weapon ready. Diluc was actually sad to have to leave you behind as he was hoping that you’d be one of the characters that went with him to the very end
“I think I’ve watched enough shows and movies to know what this could be leading up to.” He’d comment to his viewers as he finally reached the destination where the Abyss Herald was. Finishing the fight triggered another cutscene as the traveler’s sibling appeared and was making their small speech, asking if the lives of the “friends” the traveler made were worth losing
Diluc is watching with a straight face as he kinda expected this but the who was what he wasn’t sure about and truthfully the only one he’d be truly heartbroken about is your death, but they wouldn’t kill you now of all times right? Wrong; soon the cutscene finally came across where they had left you and you were leaning against the wall extremely injured with your weapon laying beside you. Diluc is frowning cuz he has to watch you die now
Listening to your final words as you spoke to no one Diluc would sulk in his chair a little. In the last moment before your eyes closed, if you mentioned something about not getting to tell his character your true feelings it is visible that Diluc looks like he wants to cry(but he doesn't). Once the screen showed the mission complete he’d grab the plush he had of your character and hold it looking at his camera. “Of all the characters I thought were going to die, I wasn’t ready for it to be (y/n).” At that point he’d probably call it a day from there but he’d still talk to his viewers as he probably would watch the tribute videos that fans had already made
Venti:
Everything was in chaos as it looked like archon war 2 was going to be taking place, but this time it was a war between the Abyss Order and the Archons. He was heading to Mondstadt to help and to check on you. Dvalin was flying around sending attacks at the abyss members. “Ah traveler there you are!” The sound of your voice as you landed before him; as weird as it was to see you in your archon robes was odd but you looked so good! After a short conversation you had gone flying off and it was time to get back to fighting
Things were looking good as it seemed like they were winning against the abyss order though it wasn’t over yet. It was until up in the air did a cutscene starting showing you and the traveler’s sibling fighting going at it. Venti is so captivated by how serious and cool you look fighting, but it all changed when the sibling landed a blow that caused you to fall from the sky ending up falling into the Whispering Woods
Venti couldn’t run fast enough to get to the woods to check up on you but when he did the first thing he saw was the sibling standing before you. He’s already sad and yelling at the sibling for hurting you though it seemed that now he was there the sibling went and disappeared revealing the real condition you were in. “No, no, no! This better not mean (y/n)’s dying.” He’d say in denial as he’s already starting to cry a little
“A-Ah Windblume h-haha… Sorry you have to see me like this.” Even in a moment like this you gave him such a cheesy grin until you seemed to grimace in pain. “Unfortunately it seems like… This is it for me. As long as the winds blow I will always be with you, so please watch over Mondstadt for me.” Your words were making Venti cry as it was like back in your story quest but only ten times worse. And to think it was already painful as it was your next words that did him in. “Maybe in another life we will find each other again and maybe then we can be together.”
Watching you start to glow until you turned into partials of light till nothing of you was left, Venti is devastated. The chat is crying with him as he’s saying how awful it was that his sibling had killed the love of his life! His viewers are going to send him fanart and fics to look at that was an alternative that you lived in the game
Childe:
It was a big fight with the confrontation of the Fatui Harbingers, facing off against one of the other stronger members that blocked the path to proceed to seeing the Tsaritsa. The boss’ first stage was fine; however during the second stage it seemed after losing a certain amount of health the damage that Childe was dealing significantly decreased.
It was when the cutscene started that Childe was already dreading the foul legacy form he’d be facing this time. You suddenly came out of nowhere and already in your foul legacy form yourself Childe is going crazy over how cool you look; he’s also swooning at the fact that you’ve come to his rescue. The fighting progressed until you landed a successful hit that weakened the other harbinger; however, at that same time the other harbinger managed to hit you with a powerful attack
Childe is screaming at the sight of your mask breaking while you fell to the ground. He’s so glad that his character is running over to check on you instead of the fight picking right up, but he’s already feeling the feels hit him hard cuz he hates seeing you hurt. Seeing you back to normal, the damage you sustained was really bad; then the worst thought came to his mind. “This-This better not be what I think it is,” he’s saying not looking away from the screen listening to you weakly talk
“Haha don’t give me that look sweetie, I couldn’t just let this be where your journey ends.” Hearing those words and the nickname you used for his character was sad. “To think we’d be able to travel together more, but hey… Promise you won’t stop fighting and could you look after my siblings for me.” Childe is literally crying now that the reality of the situation is clear. If he gets a choice of dialog to choose from he is going to pick the choice that says that he pinky promises
If your character smiled at the choice he wanted to smile but he’s also just sad, you were dying in his character's arms. If you had given a small love confession in the little bit of life that was in you, he’s going to ugly sob and once the fight was starting again he needs to pause by going into his bag
Immediately he goes getting his big plush of you and coming back to hug it and cleaning his tears with his sleeve before looking at the camera. “I wasn’t ready for this, my baby!” He was not expecting to be losing you; he figured that some characters would possibly die but you were the last character he thought would be killed off in the game. There’s Fs in the chat all around and the crying emote; it’s sad boi hours in this chili’s. He doesn't wanna do the fight but also he gotta avenge you so this last stage fight was for you. Afterwards he’s gonna go look at fanart and video edits
Zhongli:
After helping some of the other nations and their archon’s fend off the abyss order it was time he headed to Liyue to find you. Of course as usual it wasn’t going to be as easy as running around the harbor until he got word from Xiao that you were in Cuijue Slope. So he headed over to help you before anything seriously bad could happen to you
Getting to the open area there you were fighting against the sibling as you were even in your archon robes. Going in and interrupting the fight his sibling clearly looked annoyed and proceeded to try to get him to side with them which of course he didn’t. A Herald appeared to allow the sibling to get away which the fight with the Herald commenced
Just when Zhongli finished up the fight thinking he had won it strangely went to a cutscene as his character and you started to talk; however it was when the fallen Herald came out of nowhere about to attack his character but must to his surprise you shielded him not only taking the hit, but also using your elemental burst to finish off the enemy. Zhongli is frowning at how badly you were hurt as he already has a bad feeling this wasn’t going to end good; the traveler was helping you sit up after having fallen over
“I’m glad to see that you aren’t hurt my friend.” You said as you certainly have seen better days. “Sadly I believe my time has come… Do not be sad dear friend, I have lived many many years… As knowing you has been life changing. Though rocks change from erosion, know that no time will change how I felt about you.” Your words broke his heart as you had such a soft expression on your face as your body began to glow and before he knew it you turned into particles of light and disappeared. He probably wouldn’t cry at most maybe a tear but he is clearly upset about your passing in game and would take a break to talk to his viewers and maybe look at the fanart that surprisingly had been put out already
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childe scenario – foul legacy
childe x gender-neutral reader. angst and nsfw/smut. 2.4k words.
canon divergence: reader is in place of the traveler plus other plot points.
warnings: rough/unprotected sex, choking, biting, overstim.
when you arrived in liyue harbor, childe didn’t have to ask for your name because he already knew it – the mondstadtian fatui had told him as much. he only had to ask for your purpose in the city. “to find somewhere to belong,” you had replied.
as if either of you thought that you could make a home out of each other.
time had snapped by in an instant despite the weeks you two had spent together. he couldn’t ever fully drop that harbinger pretense that you knew was a facade, and neither of you could walk the streets of liyue as sincere companions. that time when you both stood atop mt. tianheng and looked out towards the guyun stone forest in the horizon was a sham; there was no sense of honesty, of trust. atop that hill, on a bright autumn morning, you were trembling.
he couldn’t bring himself to admit that it was because of him at the time.
but now, he can’t afford to be considerate of what you two had tried to become. he doesn’t want to think about it. it hurts even more when he looks into your eyes –
– and down at your neck, clutched in his fingers, and your hands that hopelessly rake at his wrist.
don’t give me that look, he wants to say, but his mouth doesn’t move. you knew it would come to this.
your breaths are ragged under his grasp. suspended in the air, you don’t have the energy to kick at him, exhausted from your earlier duel. your sword had been shattered in the brutal exchange, and its remains lay discarded underneath the rubble of the golden house.
he can feel your pulse underneath his claws. it’s erratic, pounding in time with your gasps. your experiences in teyvat had taught you much and honed you into a warrior – an honorary knight. but the pitiful state you’re in now betrays your fragility.
your nails do nothing against the skin of his foul legacy. you choke out his name, as if beseeching – “childe,” – begging for any sense of sympathy. but you shouldn’t rely on his sentimentality: the monster you’re pleading to has always had the insatiable craving to bring his opponents to their knees, and you cannot be the exception.
but, oh so badly, he wishes you were.
“you shouldn’t be thinking like that,” he chides, withered at your misplaced determination. his voice isn’t quite his own; memories of better days are bitter on his tongue. “you’re wasting what you have left.”
sentencing himself to further oblivion, he hurls you to the floor with the flick of his wrist, and your back arches as you hit the pavement. he sees the breath leave your lungs, and as you convulse on the ground, his daggers have already materialized in his claws.
you do what you can to get away from his approaching form, practically crawling to put any semblance of distance between yourself and your doom. but you’re weaponless, weak, and out of options; you can only last like this for so long.
your mouth opens, but he’s on you before you can get a sound out. childe pins your body underneath his, settling himself on your torso with his thighs on either side of your hips. a hydro dagger embeds itself on the tile besides your head, and as he leans over your spent body, all you see staring down at you is a pearl of ice.
“g–get off,” your plea is even weaker under the shadow of his figure. he feels your hands shoving – no, pressing – against his shoulders, but they fall as soon as he sinks more of his weight onto your stomach.
“you can’t win,” childe’s voice should be triumphant; he has you, his adversary, his prize, in absolute submission. but remorse bleeds from his words and into your ears. “stop acting like you even had a chance.”
your head shakes back and forth. the pressure of childe on top of you makes it difficult to think straight, your body screaming at the torture. but you know that you can’t afford to lose here, or even think about giving up. not when paimon, not when the knights, or keqing or ningguang or –
“ – but zhongli.” your wheeze comes out like a sob, but there aren’t any tears in your eyes. the harbinger above you regards your broken state in silence, his cape of stars distorting the walls of the golden house. the chill of his armor burns as it digs into your exposed skin, but it’s grief that consumes you whole.
behind his mask, childe’s eyebrows furrow. what does zhongli have anything to do with this? he’s not even in the city right now, much less relevant to the life-and-death scenario you’re in. is it really him that you’re weeping for, and not your own safety?
childe moves his spare hand to the side of your face, testing. your body shudders violently underneath his, anticipating what might come, with eyes wide and mouth in the middle of another gasp. a claw taps at the rise of your cheek, and skims down your flesh until it hovers down to the plump of your lips.
“it’s his name,” the harbinger exhales, voice now devoid of sentiment. and all at once, you freeze. “that you call to now?”
another beat of silence – bemusement is clear in your eyes. he continues, and with each word, he lowers himself closer to your face. you remember how to move, and as desperately as you can, put your hands on his mask in another attempt to delay the closing distance, all while trying to deny his twisted assertion.
his mask vibrates as his voice flows. you feel it thrum under the bruised skin of your palms. “there are more important things to think about right now. like the dead god you couldn’t protect.”
childe doesn’t stop until his face is mere centimeters from yours. between your fingers, you can see yourself in the clouded orb of his mask.
“or, you know, yourself,” he finishes, aggrieved. “you’ve never been the selfish type. but i didn’t think that you’d be one to think of someone else in a situation like this.”
“no,” you start, still attempting vainly to push him back. “no, listen to m– ”
“you held back before,” childe resumes his monologue, referencing your duel. you never aimed for his neck, his chest, or a fatal blow – always at his arms or legs. “worried about hurting me when nearly crushed you with a whale.”
“you know why.” your cry falls on deaf ears. for some reason the misery in your words doesn’t stir him. “because i didn't want to. just yesterday we ate together at wanmin, and the day before that, nantianmen – ”
“not as friends,” he interrupts, and you become quiet at the harshness in his voice. “as a formality. you knew it would come to this. neither of us could afford to believe otherwise.”
for the second time, your hands fall back to your sides. you can’t speak. you don’t want to. not when you agree with what he’s saying. but you know – you know he wants it to be different.
does he?
you avert your eyes from his face. his body no longer weighs on your own, but he still traps you underneath. your next words are a mere whisper.
“can you blame me for wanting to?”
childe doesn’t respond. you hear his hydro dagger evaporate. your hair moves as a clawed hand settles on the back of your head, cushioning it from the floor.
“yes.” he exhales, but the bottom half of his mask disintegrates and his lips descend onto yours.
you feel like crying as his body grinds against you, thrusting your form further into the tile. as he sucks on your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth, your hands find purchase in his hair, feebly grabbing onto strands as you try to keep up with his brutal pace. lips, tongue, lips, tongue – you can’t keep track of how long you’re wedged underneath him like this, or how many times you’ve come close to moaning his name as he’s pulled on your hair, trying to provoke as much of a reaction out of you as he can.
if you’re fragile, then childe’s already broken. his kisses tell you just as much: he tries to feel as much of you as he possibly can, pressing his mouth to your cheeks, the veins on your neck and the flesh above your heart. but i can’t help indulging in you, his ministrations say in contradiction to his spiteful words from before. i can’t stop.
childe’s skin is rough against yours – hardened from his delusion – but he feels like the rush of a high tide at noon. you clutch onto his shoulders, whimpering as the kisses just don’t stop, noises spilling from your mouth as he lifts you from the ground, hands on the backs of your thighs. he carries you away from the wreckage, still biting into the convergence of your neck and shoulder, dragging the flesh under his teeth, and tugs until there are tears in your eyes. you cry out again, with only pleas for him, and that’s when he realizes that there’s something beautiful about how ruined you look.
he’s grateful that he has a mask: underneath it, he’s just as anguished as you are.
“m-more.” you gasp next to his ear, practically clawing at his shoulders. across the length of your collarbones, bite marks from his teeth are embellished onto your skin. “archons, childe . . . ”
he doesn’t waste any more time, pushing your back against a column while supporting your body with his hands underneath your thighs. he squeezes them harshly as he situates his crotch between your legs – and when he starts to rut into your body, nearly growling, he makes sure to cover your mouth with his own so he can feel you even further lose yourself to him.
“is this what you want?” he jeers against your lips, yet for some reason, it’s as if he isn’t talking to you. a gasp is wrung from your mouth as he thrusts up into the juncture of your legs; this feels like bliss. “tell me this is what you want, and i’ll give it to you, y/n. just tell me.”
another shove. the heat between your legs is unbearable, and all too quickly, you’re complying, “y-yes, you, ple – ”
he tears off your undergarments and rams himself into you before you can finish.
the force of his entry is enough to jolt your spine into the column behind you, and once more, you’re winded by his brutality; there was no preparation, and for his first thrusts, it’s painful, yet the relief you feel with him inside you is undeniable. you find yourself not only clinging onto his shoulders for leverage, but even tightening around his length as you adjust to his size and pace, eyes squeezed shut and teeth biting into your lower lip.
“fuck,” childe groans, and buries his face into the litter of hickeys he marked you with before. he rocks you back and forth on his hips. “you feel too good. fuck, fuck, fuck.”
you think you’re bleeding where he clutches your thighs, but you can’t think clearly enough to be sure. all you know is more, more, please, more, let me drown in you more.
you both know this isn’t right, but neither of you can stop. neither of you want to stop.
your gasps fill the ambiance of the golden house. childe makes sure to pull out of you completely, leaving you pitifully empty and clenched around nothing, before pounding back in.
“you’re so filthy,” he finally speaks after what feels like an eternity. the shock of his voice does nothing to quell the building climax in your stomach, and instead, spurs on your want even further. “getting off to me just after being tossed around. aren’t you just cute.”
his teeth sink into your neck once more, and you muffle a scream. the flat of his tongue lathers his bites from before, coating them in saliva. you don’t know what to do, what to say, and can only admit to his words in the drug of hedonism.
your body lurches as he hastens his pace. he doesn’t relent for a second, and your insides feel like absolute mush. “tell me to go harder and i will,” childe goads, the squelching of liquid between your legs becoming more prominent as he continues. “moan louder. cry harder. tell me who’s breaking you right now.”
“you.” it’s another one of your uneven breaths, another to be added to the plethora of defeated exhales. “you, childe. y-you’re . . . ”
you can’t bring yourself to finish. the awareness of your vulnerably creeps into your conscious, and for a moment, your eyes roll down to where the two of you are connected.
before they snap back up, just to see the orb on his mask stare you down.
“tell me,” childe repeats, and you go absolutely still. “who’s breaking you right now.”
and once more, he pulls out, length dripping in your juices, before hilting himself until there’s no more space between your bodies.
“you!” this time, you do scream. he’s too much, his size stretching you as he re-enters. “ – you’re the one wh-who’s breaking me.”
in, out, in out. “yes, good. say it again.”
“you, childe. you’re breaking me . . . “
and when your voice cracks, he feels like he’s shattered too.
you come before he does. suddenly, abruptly, crumpling against his larger form as if you’ve been completely spent. he still moves inside you, not at his point of release yet, and at the excessive stimulation your body jerks. your eyes have glazed over, but the faint grip you have on his arms tells him that you’re still with him.
he mutters your name, as if in reassurance, before slotting his lips over yours once more, tasting your tears as they fall from your eyes.
“good kitten,” his praise ghosts over your lips. as he cums, childe presses himself as far into you as he can. you sigh into his mouth as he does so, shoulders falling, and eyes closing.
he’s not sure whether to embrace you like a lover or cry like a monster.
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i've been thinking about this since you asked for brainrot.
you and foul legacy childe have been at war for what seems like ages, now. who knows what started it? it's been years, and you don't think anyone really remembers why anymore. hell, you don't even know why you're still fighting. it's been so long.. and the fluffy moth boi before you, darting to and fro, desperately trying to dodge your attacks and catch you off guard is covered in blood. just like you.
your thoughts are scattered when you feel a sharp jab at your side and hiss in pain. you were too distracted, too lost in thought, and now you were injured. perhaps badly. you pressed a hand against the wound, trying to suppress the bleeding. in retaliation, you dart forward, trying to get a jab in, to make him pay for what he's done to you, when suddenly something changes.
he's no longer aiming at you anymore. you've memorised his moveset perfectly by now, and you know that it's changed. you can't quite figure out what, though -- at least not until he finally wins and knocks your weapon out of your hands, sending it spinning across to the other side of the building. what he does next leaves you speechless and confused. he tosses his dagger down, no, he throws it across the building, near yours.
and then your eyes meet. you can see the tiredness in his eyes. the exhaustion creeping in. and you don't miss the way his breaths come in short pants as he tries to catch his breath. i'm fine, you think to yourself, unaware that you're exactly the same. you're too busy realising the toll that this battle has taken on him. realising that all the years of sparring and dueling to the death has tired him out.
childe purrs softly, trying to let you know he means no harm, before roughly managing to say, "let's end this. i'm done. i'm tired of this. do you even remember why we're fighting? it's been too long, you're no match for me, and i'm no match for you. please, let's just.. end this."
your face softens as you watch his soft furry body crumple to the ground. and for the first time, you realise that you too, are exhausted. you make your way over to him and settle down next to his body. ".. fine by me, i suppose."
hey *sits down next to you* this is amazing. i love it so much
when you finally, finally sit down for the first time in years, relief floods through your aching body. so much so that you nearly tip over and collapse into Childe's sharply armored and very comfortable looking lap, but you resist. you've been fighting him for years, even if he says he's tired, he's still your enemy.
isn't he?
pain suddenly sparks in your side, and you let out a gasp. you forgot that you're still injured; even if the fighting stands still, blood still flows. it hurts, and you press your palm firmly against the wound, wincing when the pressure makes it flare angrily. but you haven't any medical supplies with you, nothing to clean or wrap it in.
it was supposed to be a duel to the death, after all.
vaguely you hear a whimper beside you, and claws brush against the hand clamped over your injury. you flinch and push yourself away from the gentle touch, away from Childe, because you still don't trust him. don't trust the Harbinger, no matter what- that's what you were told.
Childe purrs again, the same low sound from before, "hey, i'm not going to hurt you..." he trails off, but the words unsaid hang in the air.
i won't hurt you, not anymore. you hope he knows you feel the same. this time, when he reaches towards the gash in your side, you stay still and watch him carefully move the edges of your ripped shirt aside. he's so gentle, touch light over the stinging wound, barely even touching you. your own eyes trail up to Childe's body, just as bruised and battered as your own, and you raise your hand to wipe at a cut on his face.
Childe stills, as do you. then without a word he leans into your touch, a soft rumble laced in his blissful exhale when you slowly rub your thumb across the unmarred portions of his cheek. you swear you can even hear him humming some song as his eye slides shut, delighted at your touch despite how your fingers are calloused and scarred. when his claws begin kneading at the edges of your shirt, where there's no skin for him to break, you finally crack a small smile.
"guess we're each other's company now, huh?"
#genshin impact#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#childe#tartaglia#genshin tartagalia#chit chat#darling mutuals#i cannot express how much i love this#heck i want to write MORE of this universe!!!#where you and childe are slowly healing together#both apologetic for your previous mistakes#you might be alone but at least you have each other sort of vibes!!!#and also the 'people who have seen the worst of the world finally seeing the light with each other' you know!!!#my dear if you came up with a name for this universe.... and perhaps wanted to write more...#i would not object :D#short scenario#other's stuff#FAVE
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❝Bleeding right before the Lord.❞
(Sub!Childe x Dom!GN!Reader)
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Warnings: Slight NSFW, masochism, blood and wound mention, vulgar language, violence. Minors DNI.
Type: One-shot.
Words: 755.
I hope you enjoy this <3 If you would like to leave a requests, my asks are open for yall. :) My mind is being dry lately so it would be fantastic.😫
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Childe fell to the ground with a thud, blood beginning to flow from his nose as well as from many wounds he already had all over his body.
Yup, you were busting him again. He leaned on the floor with one hand to sit up, and used his legs to crawl up to the nearest wall, coughing up some red liquid.
"Oh, wow." Despite the pain and his condition, much inferior to you right now, a smile remained on his face. "As strong as ever. If only I had energy left for my foul legacy form..."
You walked towards him, your gaze was serious and the only thing the wounded man could do was look at you as you got closer and closer.
"I could destroy you a thousand times more if I wanted to. Don't tempt the devil." Your voice echoed through that place and caused something in the redhead. It made him feel small in front of you, but at the same time it was something he liked.
Who would say it...?
"Don't think you can get away with it. Even though I'm in this condition I can still defend myself well against someone like you." he let out a laugh as he rested his weight on his back against the wall to get up with difficulty.
You opened your eyes in amazement. Was he trying to get up in front of you? He hadn't even asked your permission, who did he think he was?
You kicked him in the face, causing him to lose his balance again and fall sharply to the ground. He spat out some blood next to him.
"Oh god..." he glanced at you, his grin still there. It made you nervous to see him acting like this.
And what about how Childe felt?
Well... he was getting so damn horny.
It was not believed that he could enjoy your torture and humiliation so much. The fact that someone who surpassed him in strength also treated him that way was something so pleasant to see...
"You will stand up when I tell you to do it, do you understand my words?" you knelt in front of him with a smile of grief. Little by little your brow furrowed, showing your true self. "Maybe I hit you so bad that now you are not capable of thinking straight."
"Actually, I don't think you hit me enough." he pointed out in a challenging tone.
Didn't he learn his lesson? You had no idea how you made him hot when you treated this boy like that.
You took him by the shoulder to help him sit up again. While you did it, you filled your hand with Childe's blood. You cleaned yourself using his clothes, the only thing he had in them was dried blood.
Your fingers now ran over his chin, you grabbed it to lift his head and make him look you straight in the eye. "You don't know how much I would like to keep hitting you, tearing you apart, making every part of you at my mercy." With a sudden movement you released his chin and then got up and looked at him from your privileged and high position.
("Oh, love, every part of me is already at your mercy. My weakness before you... makes me want to serve you every inch of my body.")
He looked at you silently, his breath was very shaken from the fight and the heat that your words and actions were causing.
Everything around him was cloudy, he could only see you, think of you, taste the blood that you made him spill from his body.
He felt his body heat concentrate on his crotch and the fabric of his pants would quickly bulge.
When you realized it, you laughed mockingly.
"Don't tell me... does it make you hot when I humiliate you in such a degrading way? You never take long to disgust me in new ways."
A groan came from his sore lips as you put your foot on his cock and began to press, swinging your foot on it.
"A-ah~... you don't show any mercy, don't you? Fuck, Y/N..." he grunted, eager for you to continue your constant movements.
Poor him, you took your foot off his dick.
"W-why?"
"Do you deserve it? Give me a better fight next time, and I swear I'll make you scream my name like you've never done before."
And there you left him, lying vulnerable in every way and with a devastating hot desire for you.
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Heya! May I request a childe x reader where the reader is an influencer who does 3am challenges (like stormedy)? Like when childe shows her his foul legacy form and he’s floating she thinks it was the ghost and screams ‘OMG YOUR POSSESSED BECAUSE YOUR FLOATING! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN THO I SWEAR I SAID BYE ON THE OUJABOARD-‘ and childe would be like ???> Or maybe at 3am childe wakes up to his s/o screaming ‘WERE ALL GONNA DIE SIRI IS GONNA KILL US!’ anyways thank you ^^
POSSESSED (modern!au, hc scenario)
penpal: hope you don't mind me making this sort of a crackfic. this prompt made me laugh a lot ngl
pairing/s: childe x gn!influencer!reader
warning/s: spoilers to liyue archon quest (all acts) and mentions of spirit-related stuff (please do not try to use the oujia board!)
sypnosis: one night while you two are getting ready to go to bed, childe decides to show you his foul legacy transformation, thinking that you might leave him because of it. that is until he accidentally scares you, making you think your lover is possessed by a spirit you talk to in the ouija board.
note: i decided to make this au like the one i did with ningguang x reader anniversary fic whereas teyvat is more modern but still has its special stuff (like the adeptus, visions, archons, etc.). with that aside, enjoy!
-> out of all the things childe didn't expect himself to do, he did not expect himself to date an influencer.
-> at first, he was confused with the purpose of your content and has so many questions about it– you're actually willing to risk your life for those who watch your videos? do you actually sleep? how do you know if there's a ghost or not?
-> it wasn't until he sees your reactions that he starts to understand why so many people love your videos. although half of your viewers don't believe that what you're doing is true, they only watch solely to be entertained from your reactions.
-> he honestly doesn't mind the screaming and the noises you'd make while he's trying to sleep. in fact, he'll sometimes actually join you on your so-called adventures and finds himself having fun with you. if you beg for it, he'll even record you.
-> surely with him accepting your career even if it affects his sleeping schedule, you'd also accept his despite what he did throughout his job, right?
-> ever since childe told you about his job, he was thinking if whether or not he should tell you about his delusion. he's honestly relieved that you didn't mind him being a harbinger, but is it safe to say that you wouldn't mind him having the one thing that could potentially kill him if he's careless enough?
-> after countless of thoughts that won't go away, he decided to tell you about his second secret one night when you're not recording another video.
"where are you going?" you ask, sitting up from your bed as you watch your lover walking out to the door, not bothering to turn on the lights. "i'm going to uh, show you my secret?" childe explains, not taking a glance of you as he walks out.
as soon as he closes the door, you were alone. you would be lying if you said you don't want to at least take a peek of what childe is doing outside of the room. does he have something you don't know of? is he actually just making an excuse to give you another expensive gift? or was he just trying to scare you?
suddenly you heard the door creek open, causing your breath to hitch in surprise.
"...childe?" you asked, trying to turn on the light. you took note of how his footsteps are oddly.. loud along with how he's being quiet. is he purposefully stomping on the ground?
as soon as you turn on the lights, you screamed.
"OH MY GOD!" you yelled, frantically crawling backwards from the now floating creature. "BEGONE SATAN! B-BEGONE!"
"y/n wait, it's me, childe–" you scream even more in surprise from the creature's voice. how can a voice go that deep?! you thought to yourself.
"OH MY GOD CHILDE IS THAT YOU?! ARE YOU POSSESSED?!" you shriek, falling from your bed without realizing it. "I'M SO SORRY CHILDE, I SWEAR– I SAID GOODBYE TO THE OUJIA BOARD, I MADE SURE OF IT!"
as you continue to try to back away from childe, he watches in both confusion and amusement. "y/n calm down, it's just my–"
"OMG DON'T WORRY CHILDE, I'LL GET THAT DEMON OFF FROM YOUR BODY!!"
he then sighs. this is going to take a while.
30 minutes have passed, the two of you finally settled the conversation calmly– with childe having to turn back to normal in order to calm you down from the fright.
"uh, are you alright now?" he asks, giving you a glass of water as the both of you sat down by your shared bed.
"uhm, yeah, yeah." you replied, voice hoarse from screaming so much. "sorry about that, that was uhm.. uncalled of me to react inappropriately."
"oh it's fine, it's uh, understandable really."
the both of you slowly went silent, both embarrassed and awkward with the situation you're in.
"so..." you place your drink by the night stand. "do you usually... use that form whenever you fight??"
childe shook his head, his shoulders tenses. "not exactly. it's only for emergencies since it uh, has some side effects if i use it too long."
your eyes widens slightly. "oh."
he looks at you nervously. "...do you... hate me for it? for having it?"
you shook your head instantly. "no, no. if anything, i think it looks... cool." you confessed, chuckling to yourself. "i was just really surprised because it wasn't exactly what i was thinking when you said you want to show me something."
he smiles, relaxing his shoulders. "well, your reaction is hilarious–"
"w-well in my defense, i was playing with the ouija board the other night! you know how i am." you defended yourself.
before childe could comment, the both of you heard a loud thump by the room beside yours, causing the both of you to flinch.
"...please tell me that's one of your side effects for your uhm, other form."
"...only if you actually have a footage of yourself saying goodbye to the oujia board, then i might answer your question."
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