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another date >w<

look at him so precious 🍊

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a wonderful ao3 author note

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"i'm tired of seeing-" use your filters.

"but there was an icky ship-!" use your filters.

"i don't like that tag-" use your filters.

don't like what you're seeing? use. your. filters.

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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Just childe

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me as a writer

just read a good fanfic but the author discontinued it after chapter two right before the tag I came here for would've been relevant, are you kidding me

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ALT

Goodnight.

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knight!childe heavy on my mind today...him literally signing off as 'your loyal knight' in a letter to his younger sister and the fact that he never breaks a promise makes him so perfect as a knight...

(not historically accurate at all i imagine, forgive me i'm brainrotting </3)

growing up as your best friend, son of some noble family your parents knew. you'd read stories together as children, tales of knights fiercely defending royalty. closing books and lying back on the floor, tender smiles on your faces as your fingers interlock in pinkie promises to stick together forever. you'd sneak him around the castle grounds, watch the knights spar and train. ajax would look at them with wide, fascinated eyes— but you thought it wasn't in his future. this was a boy who begged you to kill bugs, who got shy around the palace servants. you'd often tease him that you'd just have to protect him.

until he falls.

he returns violent, impulsive, and the sweet boy you once knew feels dead. his parents, horrified and ashamed of what their son has become throw him into training, in hopes it'll calm him down.

but not only does it bring him real battle opportunities, he has the motivation of protecting you now. he climbs up into the ranks, with an oath to protect your family, but especially, protect you.

he's your personal guard, your sword and shield, but you don't want things this way. you assure him he doesn't need to stick to you 24/7, let him have his own time, but that's almost worse. he finds strong opponents, returns bloodied and beaten with a smile on his face, beaming that he's only making the world safer for you when he sees your horrified expression.

ajax has become the hero in the tales you used to read together, the knight you two watched on the training grounds, and you couldn't be more afraid for him. you hold his bloodied hands, rinsing the blood from them carefully, rough and calloused and scarred. the soft expression he gives you is reminiscent of the boy you once knew, but something about his eyes is horribly wrong.

he's still sweet, still as funny and kind to you as ever. still your best friend, still yours. but he's different, and it terrifies you.

you don't get it, he thinks. that pinkie promise he made, that oath? promises. and ajax has never been one to break a promise. he'll hack through anyone, anything. all to keep you safe, and all to return back to your side. he's your loyal knight, to the very end, and he hopes you feel the devotion pouring out of his chest when he kneels and kisses your hand.

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this is so heartwarming to read as I’m tucking myself to bed after doing homework :3 I cried

beating the heatwaves with childe (fluff, wc 0.8k)

ajax overheats easily.

you've noticed, when he unbuttons some of his jacket or rolls up his sleeves, even when it's nice out. good weather to you and most others is too hot to him. you guess it has to do from growing up in snezhnaya; him being used to cruel winters makes inviting summers too intense in their warmth. he complains on and on, stopping at stalls to get cool drinks or frozen treats, buying matching fans to beat the heat, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you take shelter from the sun under a canopy of trees.

in bitter winter, whisked away to his homeland as he drapes his coat over your shoulders and holds you close, sat on the porch of his childhood home as his siblings run in the snow. when the spring breeze hits your face, and you hold on to him to surpass the brief chill. he manages it just fine, but somehow with you it feels more pleasant. in the fall when the nights begin to get shorter, you're as bright as the remaining day, as hot as the sun. and now, even in the blazing heat, even when he's too hot, he needs you to warm that place in his chest, to feel the soft rush of being cherished.

if there's water nearby, he usually ends up dragging you to the beach, pulling you knee deep into the sea despite your complaints about being wet as you walk around after. but you're never serious, and he knows this— knows the way you always end up rolling up your pants, knows the way your lips curl into a faint smile, petals blossoming.

ajax knows you like he knows the back of his hand; he remembers the exact way you kiss all the freckles on it, with so much care as if you're mapping the stars themselves. he knows the exact way you'll laugh when he splashes at you, that you'll splash him back, the way you'll smile as you walk home while the sun sets, hand in hand. he'd rather admire you than the night sky, would rather bask in your warmth than the sun's.

he'd keep trying to feel your warmth even when it's too much.

"it's so hot," he whines, you locked against him as his face presses into your neck. you feel his words against your pulse, changing from the smile he had there not long ago. you roll your eyes at his whining, at how well his alias fits his attitude sometimes. this is of his own doing, after all.

"because you're holding me like you're clinging on for dear life during a heatwave," you murmur, and he shakes his head. “if you wanna cool down, move back a little.”

"ajax..." you begin, with that exasperated tone he's gotten from you multiple times today, like he usually does on days like these. you're not actually mad at him, he knows; your anger is a different blaze to him, a different kind of ache than the sickeningly sweet one he feels now.

"i am holding on for dear life!" he whines. "after all, how am i s'posed to go on if i can't have you in my arms? don't be ridiculous, sweetheart."

ajax will always listen to you, but this is one of those times he just can't. you might be warm, but he can't forsake that.

"whaat, what? am i in trouble?" he grins, and you scowl even further. his heart thuds a bit faster, choppy ocean waves. you're so cute, he thinks, and the thought only makes him grin wider, which in turn makes you frown deeper. he loves you, all of you, even when you frown, even when you're grumpy with him, even when your tone is stern.

"i want to go to bed, ajax. so move to cool down, or stay and stop complaining. let me sleep," you say, yawn punctuating the sentence. the same thudding of his heart again, same ocean waves. the sound makes him grin wider.

"you're so cute," he says, softly against your pulse.

it's thudding the way his is.

you pause, and he knows that you feel flustered. you pretend not to when you huff, but he felt the hesitation. “that's nice. now be quiet. i don't think you're gonna find how annoyed i'll be tomorrow if i don't get enough sleep very cute.”

"but you're wrong," his turn to huff this time. "you're always cute, don't you get it?"

"do you live to embarrass me?" you groan, squirming.

"perhaps," he laughs, adjusting you both as he retreats from your neck, your eyes meeting his. they're the ocean you waded in earlier, the clear and inviting summer sky. you could spend forever in them. "but you don't mind though, do you? you love me, after all. like i love you." ah. those last three words fall from his lips like a reverent prayer, one he recites daily, with determination to prove his words. he's got you there, disarming you in a way no other person is able to. he says this whenever he can. because he makes sure you hear just how much he admires you, and because he knows you'll always respond the same way.

"yeah, yeah. i love you too," you mumble, and kiss the top of his head.

your heartbeats slow as you drift off together, twin flames flickering steadily, softly.

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We went on a date >•< 🍊

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college is killing me

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belated happy new year postcard! 🌟

ft taru's siblings and chorbs

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Biyoo !!

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Don't worry, everyone, I'll be okay.