#Genshin impact childe x reader

[aventurineswife]

Hello again! I was wondering if you could make a pastry reader.

Which makes them mostly try their desserts until one day they are given a dessert inspired by them, for example; Aventurine = It would be a small vanilla cake with chocolate and blackberry and strawberry filling.

Just to give an example, with the characters Aventurine, Sampo, Childe and Kaeya (separated). Take your time!

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Inspired by You

Tags: Childe x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Kaeya x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Fluff, Lighthearted Romance, Lighthearted, Pastry Chef!Reader, Playful Banter, Hidden Vulnerabilities.

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It had started with a simple request.

"Just a little something to brighten the day!" Childe had said, leaning casually against the counter where you worked. He always had that mischievous gleam in his eyes, like he knew something you didn’t. You had become used to his presence in the bakery, coming and going with his usual swagger, always asking for something new, something bold, something that would surprise him. Today was no different.

“Do you have anything... intense?" he asked, his smirk unwavering.

Intense? It was a word you could easily work with. You nodded and began to prepare the dessert—something wild and dangerous, much like Childe himself. You wanted to capture his essence in pastry form. The result: a dark chocolate torte filled with a rich, blackberry-strawberry compote and finished with a hint of vanilla bean cream. It was decadent, layered with complexity, and every bite burst with a different flavor, just like Childe’s unpredictable nature.

When you handed it to him, he raised an eyebrow. “This... this is for me?”

“You asked for something intense.” you replied with a playful grin.

He took a bite, and his face lit up with that familiar grin. “Not bad, pastry chef. It’s got layers... I like it. Bold, but sweet.” He paused, eyes glinting. “Just like me, huh?”

“Maybe," you said with a wink. "But you’ll have to try more of it to find out."

The sweet aroma of pastries filled the cozy bakery as you carefully arranged trays of desserts, each one crafted with precision. Aventurine, who had come in to visit you between meetings, watched with his usual amused smile, one hand resting on the counter. He loved tasting your creations, and you enjoyed surprising him with new flavors each time.

Today, however, you had prepared something truly special. "I have something just for you," you said, smiling as you set a small cake before him. The cake was adorned with a delicate chocolate glaze, and inside, layers of vanilla, blackberry, and strawberry hinted at a decadent surprise.

Aventurine raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Inspired by me, hmm? I didn't know I was worthy of such treatment," he teased, running a finger along the glaze before taking a careful bite.

The flavors unfolded slowly—smooth vanilla balanced with rich chocolate, and the tartness of blackberry and strawberry that left an unexpected zing. He paused, caught off guard by the mix of sweetness and slight bitterness, a taste that somehow mirrored the guarded depths he kept hidden.

"You’ve outdone yourself," he finally said, his smile softer, almost reflective. "Sweet, a touch bitter, and altogether surprising... I’d say you captured me quite well." He took another bite, savoring the thoughtfulness behind the cake as much as the flavor itself.

In that quiet moment, it felt like he was lowering his mask, just for you. And as you watched him, you realized that perhaps a simple dessert could reveal the hidden depths of someone you thought you knew so well.

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After weeks of watching Kaeya sample your treats with his usual charm, you finally set your sights on something special. You prepare a caramel tart with salted almonds, accented with a drizzle of dark chocolate—complex, balanced, and just a bit indulgent.

When you hand it to him, Kaeya raises a brow, a smirk playing at his lips. "You really do know how to get my attention, don’t you?" he murmurs, bringing it up to his lips for a small, thoughtful bite.

He lets out a pleased hum, clearly savoring it. "Ah, a perfect mix of sweetness and bite. I think you’ve outdone yourself this time," he says, his voice softer than usual. "Dare I ask what inspired this masterpiece?"

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Just something… layered, with a bit of a hidden edge. Thought it suited you."

He chuckles, leaning closer. "You’re quite the charmer," he says, his fingers brushing yours briefly. "Perhaps I’ll need to return the favor someday." His words carry a promise, and you wonder just how many layers there are to him, waiting to be revealed.

The bustling bakery quieted as Sampo strolled in with his usual carefree grin, tipping an imaginary hat in your direction. "Fancy seeing you here! You got anything for a tired traveler like me?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You smirked, setting down a treat that had been prepared with him in mind. "As a matter of fact, yes. Here’s something inspired by you." you said, revealing a tart topped with fresh mint leaves, chocolate shavings, and a dusting of powdered sugar. Inside, the tart held a mix of light cream and hints of citrus—a refreshing and vibrant combination that seemed fitting.

Sampo’s eyes lit up as he leaned in, sniffing appreciatively. "Inspired by me, you say? You sure know how to charm a guy." Without hesitation, he took a large bite, savoring the blend of rich cream and zesty citrus, the mint adding a touch of surprise. He let out a satisfied hum.

"This is fantastic," he declared with a wink. "Just the right amount of sweet and a hint of bite. But are you saying I'm a little... tart?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Well, you do have that sharpness beneath the charm."

Sampo laughed, a genuine sound that softened his usual sharp demeanor. He took another bite, glancing up at you with a rare, thoughtful expression. "Y’know, not many people go to this much trouble for me." He leaned in, lowering his voice with that signature smirk. "Better be careful, or you’ll make me feel... special."

You felt your cheeks warm as he took another bite, clearly enjoying every bit. And in that small exchange, it was as if the tart, like Sampo himself, had revealed something sweet beneath its complex layers.

[anantaru]

childe seeing his s/o with a kid ( siblings, cousins, etc ) and he’d be all dazed and soft

when they get home he would tell them “what if we had our own?” “let’s have a kid” 😞😞😞😞😞

cw. childe wants babies with you, gn! reader

childe with a baby fever and the strong harbinger without a single doubt shed, cannot possibly hide his excitement for the life of him. he watches you play with teucer, all day long, how you cheered boisterously and it made him not far from rippling of happiness.

your bright, flashing eyes were all it took for him to silently call you over, without his brother noticing, and in the blink of an eye childe trapped you in between his broad, homely arms, "you‘re cute." he smiles against your ear, his hands, ever so carefully cascading up and down your body.

you chuckle back, playfully rolling your eyes but your face burns regardless, pretty much one of the many things he'd do that would twirl you into a flustered mess, all sense of self control slithering down and changing expression, "you‘re cuter." although frankly, there‘s only so much teasing and playing around you can muster yet when such compliments came from childe— receiving them from him, your welcoming reactions cannot be missed by anybody.

"what if we get our own?" he was getting very interested in the proceeding, and so were you. it's not like you haven't thought about having your own family with ajax, while it was quite surprising that he would mention it just like that, without missing a beat yet so awfully random that it fit him so very well. his hot, comforting breath was shadowing over the nook of your neck, a sharp intake of air following suit.

the man nips at your ear, just with his lips, as you sputtered and struggled to find the right words. but you must say something, you want to tell him that you desired starting a family with him as much as he seemed to be— and butterflies spread around your stomach as you turn around to face him at last, making up your mind.

"you mean it?"

at your simple yet meaningful response, childe feels like he was on top of the world, conquered the various nations around teyvat and was made its undying king. an intoxicating thrill was taking him hostage, if you so demanded it he would immediately start putting your wish to play, placing it upfront his duties, yet before he scares you away, he listlessly hoists his palm up to cup your warm cheek.

"i mean it."

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[kiryoutann]

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃! 𝐀𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

LOST AT SEA MASTERLIST (COMING SOON). GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

Reincarnation should be a good thing, right? A new chance in life, to become yet another soul chosen to navigate the world once again. Until it isn't.

In the first life, mermaid! reader meets a prince charming. They call him "Ajax" - you learn this after eavesdropping on the mortals' conversation from behind a rock.

Of course, your siblings have warned you about those two-legged landlubbers - that they are cruel, they are merciless and greedy.

"By Poseidon, sister – don't you dare go to shore again. They'll catch you like they did Ariana! They'll descale your fins and take your heart for who knows what!"

When one of your sisters said that, you just nodded pretending to understand. But, well, someone's gotta be the Ariel of the family.

Because it was impossible that Ajax could be the same as those cruel humans.

I mean, don't your brothers and sisters see how he treats animals? That slobbering furry thingy that always follows him every time he wants to go sailing? Mortals call him "Boris". That Boris creature.

Somehow, fate brought you two together. Even the sea and land cannot separate the two of you.

"He promised to marry me, sister!" you said to one of your sisters.

"And you believe him? How will you make sure he will keep his promise, sister? Oh, don't tell me… you've given him that?"

For mermaids, love is not a luxury, but a precious resource. They are said to have just one chance at love in their lifetimes.

When they foolishly give their hearts to a renegade, fate decrees that they shall forever dwell in a state of limbo, torn between the land and the sea. This means that they cannot survive for long on dry land, nor can they venture too far into the depths of the ocean. Instead, they are forced to live on the edge, forever caught between two worlds, no longer able to fully commit to land or sea.

But, Ajax wouldn't do that, right? He is too good, and loves you too much to betray you.

Wrong. Because the night before your wedding, Ajax betrayed you. With another woman.

Every land has a history. The modern era Blue Lagoon is no exception.

In each wave that washes upon its shores holds within it tales of the past, a silent whisper of the countless stories that have shaped the present.

Someone said, before becoming an island exclusively for old money and celebrities, the land once saw the great fury of mother nature.

The storm was so cruel that an entire kingdom was wiped out without a trace. On the other hand, people full of fairy tales say that it was the work of a broken-hearted mermaid.

And when actor! Ajax moved to the said island after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend, he almost laughed from how stupid it sounded. In fact, local people here believe it enough that some people in his circle constantly discuss the existence of a mermaid amidst the champagne and celebrations.

"I think the people here are quite creative. Should submit a script, maybe a director will accept it for a movie." he says. His way of making conversation in his first meeting with the highest paid model of the century - you.

But, when this is Ajax's second life, it is not yours. These cruel centuries have destroyed many but your grudges - your memories.

People are talking about lost kingdoms? About mermaids? As you sipped your champagne and smiled fakely at Ajax, in your heart you knew the truth.

That, indeed, there was an empire before it crumbled. There was love before betrayal. There were mermaids before humans.

And now, caught between land and seas - as a supermodel, you stand before the very vessel that once belonged to your former treacherous lover.

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[redheadloverr]

How he comforts you when having a depressive episode

TW: alluding to a depressive episode

A/N this is mainly for me, hoping other people will find comfort in this <3 (might make other character variations)

gn!reader x childe

Promt

your boyfriend has noticed that youve been rather distant recently and hes started to worry about you. you two dont live together so one day he decides to come over and check up on you. he brings your favorite snacks as well.

Childe noticed you were rather distant both over text and in your daily calls. though Childe has a busy schedule, he makes room to come check up on you unannounced.

you were curled up in bed, practically crying your eyes out when you hear a knock. you hadnt even gotten ready for the day yet. you slowly get out of bed and walk over to your door to see who could possibly be here at this hour. you check the peephole and notice your boyfriend standing outside your door with what seems like.. snacks? and flowers? you try your best to make your voice sound perfectly normal as you open the door and greet him. “Hi, baby.. what are you doing here?” his eyes soften as he see’s you. he whispers, “i knew it.” before he gives you a small smile. “i brought you snacks!” he says, handing them out to you. “oh and these are from liyue, i thought youd like them.” he looks at you and smiles gently, you can tell hes holding himself back from embracing you and planting a kiss on your head. you let him in, placing the snacks and flowers on your kitchen counter. his eyes shift all over your apartment, noticing how eerily clean it is.

“have you been eating?” he asks softly, though you can tell there was only one right answer.. and you had only wrong answers. “i..” you hesitated, and thats all he needed. he sighs and goes to your fridge, looking over it and seeing what he can make for you. “you dont have to make me food, i can just make something after you leave” you say, feeling like a total bother. he shushes you softly before looking up at you, “im not leaving.” he says with a warm smile. you try to protest telling him he has work but everything you say seems to go through one ear out the other. you sigh, too exhausted to even try to fight him on this. he hums happily as he finishes making you food, he serves it to you and tells you to ‘dig in’. although the thought of eating made you absolutely disgusted, the food he made always smells and taste delicious. he picks up your fork, grabbing a bit of food before moving it to your mouth. “say ah” he says, and you obliged. he smiles as he watches you chew the food. “is it good?” he asks, what he really means is ‘will you please eat it?’ and you have no other way to respond but with a nod, grabing the fork from his hands and continuing to eat as he heads into your bedroom. you finish eating your food, going to wash the dishes when you hear childe walk back into the kitches saying “what are you doing? youre not doing the dishes, go sit down on the couch.” although you’re happy to not be doing dishes, or any chores for that matter, you feel extremely guilty for making him do all of this while hes probably tired after work everyday. you go to sit on the couch and start to silently cry a little when childe comes back, seeing you try to wipe your tears away before he can see them. he sighs, and sits next to you, holding your hand. “baby, i love you. please dont shut me out, i want to make you feel better but in order for that to happen you have to communicate with me. i know you arent feeling the best right now and you’re probably feeling worthless and guilty and like a burden but you arent. i love you and i wouldnt be here if i didnt love you, okay?” he pulls you in to a hug as you start to cry harder into his chest. he pats your back, kissing the top of your head and holding you tightly. you finally pull away from his hug, looking up at him.

he smiles at you, quickly patting your head before he tells you he’ll be back. he gets up to go to your laundry room and back to your bedroom. he washed your sheets, you didnt even have to step foot in your bedroom to know he did. he comes back with a smile on his face as he brings back a blanket from your closet. “wanna watch a movie?” he says before he lightly throws you a plush you had in your room, your favorite plush, and sets the blanket down as he goes to turn on the tv. he turns on a movie before going to turn all the lights off, grabbing the snacks he bought earlier to the couch along with your favorite juice and places them down on the coffee table in front of you before sitting down beside you and wrapping the two of you in the blanket, starting the movie. you try your best to watch the movie but being with your boyfriend like this and seeing him try his hardest to make you feel even the slightest bit better always makes your heart pound. he’s your comfort person and although you still felt like a burden, him being there with you calmed you down enough to finally be able to eat and sleep even just for a little bit.

you wake up the following morning in bed with your boyfriend. the last thing you remember is that you fell asleep on childe’s shoulders during the movie and he must’ve carried you to bed and stayed with you all night. you smile to yourself, gently rubbing his cheek before silently getting up to go to the bathroom. the second you leave the bed and close the door, he sighs. ‘thank god, i’m so glad you’re awake..’ he whispers under his breath, relieved. he sits up, trying to compose himself before getting himself up to go cook up some breakfast. you come out of the bathroom, rubbing your eyes, wondering where your boyfriend had gone. a part of you thought maybe you had imagined it all, maybe he already left? certainly he wouldn’t… but would be? “Y/N! are you out of the bathroom? come here, my love!” you hear him call out to you, a sense of comfort washes over you. you quickly rush to the kitchen, facing your boyfriend. “Good morning, Y/N..” he brushes your cheek. “Good morning, Ajax.” you both embrace each other, with an added kiss to start the day.

you feel much better, much safer, now that he’s here with you.

[lexsssu]

Season (Childe | Tartaglia)

TAGS: Childe/Dragoness!reader, a/b/o, heats/ruts, pregnancy, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again—”

“Fuck you, Tartaglia”

“Fuck me yourself, girlie. Or are you too scared because you’re a little lizard instead of the big bad dragon you keep saying you are~?”

You grit your teeth and huff in annoyance, crossing your arms as you tried in vain to ignore the shit-eating grin present on the Fatui Harbinger’s face.

“In your dreams”

“But you’re already in my dreams, girlie. And don’t even get me started on the kind of dreams you appear in, buuuuut let’s just say it involves a lot less clothes and talking~”

“Why you…!”

The ginger-haired male grinned as he nursed his bright red cheek, blue eyes never leaving your form even as you left in a furious huff. He knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, the heady scent of an aroused omega that lay just beneath your own natural scent of smoke and flaming flowers.

You’ll come crawling to him soon enough.

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And apparently he didn’t have to wait too long.

Spring itself had creeped in once more and with it, the inexplicable urge to mate. Just as animals hurriedly chirped, squawked, built nests, and all other ways to attract a possible mate, so did those born as alphas and omegas feel the stirrings of their primal nature trying to break through the surface.

Despite how much humanoids liked to think that they were above mere beasts, their secondary nature proved time and time again that they were merely rational animals capable of being as depraved and feral as any beast. For someone who was more in tune with their beastly nature, (You who proudly flaunted your draconic self as being a full dragon who merely chose to take on a more human form), made this season particularly unbearable.

“Well, well, well will you look at that…” the Fatui Harbinger licked his lips as his eyes darkened and dilated at the sight of you writhing against your bed in nothing but the thin piece of cloth that passed for smallclothes in Liyue. “Seems you’re having a bit of trouble there, girlie. Lucky for you I was passing by Wangshu Inn for some official business when I smelled how...distressed you were.”

“Is there anything I can possibly help you with~?”

If he didn’t have any self-restraint then he’d have rushed into your room the moment he first caught the scent of your heat, of your pheromones that beckoned him to partake of the sweet slick that dripped down your pussy which begged to be filled by a hard, alpha cock. Childe was already rock solid the moment he knew you were here, but he held himself back because he knew that the rewards he would reap from his small sacrifice will be worth all the wait.

You knew that this world had such a thing as secondary natures, namely Alphas, Betas, & Omegas. You’ve heard and read content that revolved around such a thing, but actually waking up in such a world and becoming a part of this dynamic was another thing altogether.

You knew that Omegas felt terrible during their heats without a partner to alleviate them, but archons above you didn’t know it felt this horrible!

Your body felt scorching hot, your throat felt absolutely parched, and the constant stream of wetness that had undoubtedly ruined your sheets was simply unbearable. Sadly, without an alpha to tend to your body’s needs you were left in agony for the better part of an hour already.

Mayhaps whatever beings had hurtled you through time and space into Teyvat felt sorry enough at your suffering, because you smelled Childe even before he opened the door to your room. You don’t even question how he managed to come in when you always locked the door, because all you wanted at this point was for him to quell the heat that threatened to consume you.

“Ch-childe...please…! It’s...it’s too hot!!!”

“Too hot? Where is it too hot? You gotta be more specific or else I can’t help”

The smirking ginger looked downright devious as he stood perfectly still just beside your bed, making no move to get closer even as the bulge in his pants twitched and tented against the fabric. Being this close to you when you were so ripe, so fertile and ready to be taken by him was taking every ounce of self-control in him.

You were close to breaking down in tears as relief was so close yet so far in the face of this sadistic man. Serves you right for pretending that he didn’t make your heart race whenever he deliberately provoked you with his silver tongue, that he didn’t make the most primal side of yourself purr & rumble with satisfaction whenever he showed his capabilities as a potential mate. 

“Here…! It feels too hot and empty here!!!” You press your hand against your pelvic area, specifically the exact spot where your womb was located. “It wants...no, it HAS to be filled up or I’ll die!”

There was no other way to describe the entirety of your feelings right now. Your body was ready and begging to be mated until you were practically overflowing with your alpha’s cum and pupped without question.

His cock twitched involuntarily, straining against its confines even more fervently at your words. He probably shouldn’t become so impossibly aroused (at least more so than he already was) right now, but can anyone blame him when the girl of his dreams was in front of them and begging so adorably?

“Please...I want you. I’ve always wanted you, but was just too stubborn to say it. You’re the only one I want so please…”

With the last remnants of your rationality, you ripped off the dudou from your body and with shaking hands spread your lower lips to show him the slick that generously dripped out of your twitching hole.

“...fill me up with your love”

With your admission, Childe’s own final thread of self-restraint snapped as he descended upon you like the ravenous beast you’d made him into. Propped up on your knees, hands pinned to the bed by his own and fingers intertwined, the young man prodded at the spot where your scent gland was with his nose before teasing the area with gentle licks and light nibbling.

“Hey, make sure to scream my name, okay? Oh, it’s Ajax by the way.”

You had no time to digest this secret he so generously provided you, not when he’d plunged the entirety of his cock inside your pussy until you could feel the tip nudging at the entrance to your womb.

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It is only during the same season the year after begrudgingly acknowledging your attraction to the smooth-talking harbinger that you manage to find the time to meet with his family in Snezhnaya. However, you are not alone as you naturally brought along the product of your debauched and frantic mating the year before.

Teucer is over the moon at the knowledge of being a little uncle to the snoozing child in your arms, whereas the older members of Childe’s family including his older siblings and parents coo at your baby and congratulate you for taming the wayward boy you called your mate.

Such congratulations only received an eye roll from said boy, opting instead to possessively wrap an arm around your waist and prop his chin against your shoulder. He raised no objections from his family’s words seeing as they were all true anyway. Rather, he is comforted by the heat of your body and the sight of your precious child while surrounded by the warm wishes of the family that raised him.

[instant-delusions]

𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗼 : 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀

ajax/tartaglia/childe x afab! reader smut

cw: fluff, idiots in love 😔, alcohol, cursing, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

a/n: nr 1 genshin hater back writing genshin smut

there are two things fontaine is overflowing with : water & secrets.

on the surface, the nation looks bubbly and exciting (or... enticing) . though, much like the hydro archon herself, it's putting on a show to hide a disaster coming. with all the adventuring and traveling you did, this instance is definitely the most mind-boggling, a weak-ish celebrity archon, two magician siblings and a nation doomed to drown. interesting, to say the least.

paimon and you decided to stroll around the bustling city centre, looking for some fontainian food to get your mind off of things. suddenly, your giddy companion stopped floating, grabbing your arm tightly, "look!" she sqeaked, pointing at somebody. ginger hair, red scarf loosely falling off his shoulder, slanky body wrapped in a grey outfit - it's none other than, "childe!" paimon whisper-yelled. gaping at him, you stopped in your tracks.

said man felt eyes on him and shifted, trying to see who's attention he caught this time. stuffing the last piece of croissant down his mouth, he chewed and turned around - locking eyes with his beloved traveler. "mpfh!" he grinned, quickly making his way towards the two of you. noticing your stunned demeanor, ajax swallowed quickly and ignored paimon's inquisitive questions, studying the look on your face instead. "if it isn't my lovely traveler!" he exclaimed, making you snap out of your weird daze.

you were shocked, of course. not just by tartaglia's presence, but also by the interesting emotion resulting from it. after everything you discovered about him, it was safe to say that he was caring, charming and good. obviously, you considered him a friend, but friends don't make you feel this way - they don't give you butterflies, and they don't make you fuzzy with a smile. it's weird. feeling paimon grow quiet raising a brow at your uncharacteristic silence, you huffed and cleared your throat. "what are you doing here, childe?". he told you about how he was feeling down and thought traveling would make him cheer up. "did you choose fontaine because of their famous wine?" chuckling, he feigned heartbreak. "what, are you disrespecting shnezhnayan vodka? I'm offended."

sitting down at your hotel's restaurant, childe immediately asked about your adventures in sumeru. while you stuttered something about wanderer and the doctor, about their delicious food and skilled fighters, he leaned on his hand, sipping on his aged, dark red wine. curious, you asked for a taste as well, silently letting your taste buds accommodate the rich flavors.

paimon knew. after a good two hours, she saw the way childe shifted closer to you, laughing heartfully at your tipsy demeanor. she saw how he touched you and how his eyes lit up everytime you spoke. she also noticed your rose tinted cheeks and how you leaned in when he talked about his family, how you giggled freely at his jokes. surprisingly, she felt a mixture of worry and excitement filling her, for she knows how troubled your soul has been lately, seeing her traveler happily crushing on someone (even if it's annoying, arrogant, childish childe)...she encouraged it. "(y/n)... I'm sleepy!" paimon announced, snatching the room keys from your pocket. "I'm going. don't-" she raised a finger at tartaglia, "do anything stupid."

after hours of tipsy chatter, childe insisted on bringing you up to your room. "I don't wanna gooo..." you whined, clinging onto his arm with a sweet pout. internally, said man was exploding with affection, feeling weirdly dutiful, protecting you as if you were a little bunny stranded in the snowy mountains of his home country. arriving at your room's door, something doomed on you. paimon had the keys. paimon who's sleeping peacefully in your bed right now.

"uh...tartaglia?" you looked up to him, receiving a small 'hm?' sound in response. "paimon has my keys."

paimon has her keys.

ajax leaned onto the wall smugly, lips spreading into a sly grin. "ahh..see, my dear traveler, I'd invite you to my room, but..." he leaned closer to your face, his breath fanning over your forehead. "but...?" you inclined, hearing him exhale dramatically. "you've been so cute today, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of you." childe trailed a finger along the softness of your cheek, watching a rosy color bloom on it again. feeling overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, you stepped back, averting his hot gaze. you slumped down next to the door and whined, "I'd rather sleep on the floor."

needless to say, tartaglia did not let you sleep on the floor. he dragged you all the way to his room, feeling responsible for your safety (which he usually only does regarding his family). "c'mon, (y/n). change into this." he threw one of his shirts at you and gestured to the bathroom. quietly closing the door behind you, you started to undress and pulled the tee on, which smelled of dill and wood. you scrunched your brows in frustration, thinking about how the fuck you ended up in this situation while longingly smelling the fabric.

quickly, you made your way over to the couch situated beneath the window, only to be pulled back by a tongue-clicking ginger. "my (y/n), I would never let you sleep on the couch! please, take the bed." he said all gentlemanly, causing you to giggle and whisper a 'thank you.'. pulling back the covers, you sighed at the softness of the mattress, feeling like you're sinking into a fluffy sheep. suddenly, you felt the bed dip beside you and shrieked. "childe?!", receiving his signature smirk, you felt all shy again seeing his handsome features so close to you. he mumbled something about not wanting to take the couch either and snaked his arm around you, pulling you close. a sudden wave of comfort came crashing down, you felt his chest heaving with breaths and his skin all warm and soft. he trusted you to be this close. snuggling closer, you heard him exhale peacefully. it's weird, you thought. definently a good weird, but weird - you've seen this man with a crazed expression on his face, electricity crackling around him, you've seen him loud and charming. this is new, but you definitely liked domestic ajax.

nothing could be heard except some whirring outside the hotel, probably stemming from some sort of machine, which means the warmth erupting inside your belly has been getting hard to ignore. obviously, you couldn't deny childe's touching and flirting left you a bit ... needy. his pretty looks, mixed with his enticing personality totally got to you! you might be inexperienced, but with your inability to back down from a fight and the magic of liquid courage, you decided to take the first step. shyly shifting your ass against his crotch, you freezed at his instant hot exhale, ajax' hands coming up to your hips.

"m not sleepy." he said, propping his head up with an arm, blue eyes gazing down at you. nodding in agreement, you reached up, playing with one of his red strands. "feeling a bit more confident?" he asked, pulling you closer by the arm on your hip, making your bodies press against each other. you gasped, the ghost of his name on your tongue, as he buried his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. feeling his lips softly pressing against your skin, you laid down on your back, arms snaking around his body to guide him on top of you. "oh?" ajax leaned back to muster your face, seeing a mixture of excitement, smugness, and fear. "my, my. I like this side of you, lovely traveler." he commented, making you smile. "I really wanna do this..." you started, giggling at the way he hummed, clearly pleased with your statement, "but?" he inquired, his voice nevertheless laced with care. he softly played with your hair as he waited for your answer. "I'm...I've never...", you heard him gulp. "it's okay, (y/n). I'll take the lead, as always." he winked at you, making you huff. "don't remember you ever winning any of our fights, childe." he laughed, the sound making you giddy. slowly, he started to wander your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire behind. you felt your breath hitch and his growing heavier with each new, intimate part he discovered. slowly, he moved his hands underneath your (his) tee, resting them on your waist. "kiss?" he whispered, smiling at the way you nodded in response. leaning down, you felt the ghost of his lips on yours, "this your first as well?". his lips softly moved against yours as he spoke, barely touching them, barely a kiss. impatient, you guided him by his cheeks, elated as he finally pressed against you fully. his hands snaking to your hair, you enthusiastically nibbed and sucked on each other's lips, the idea of 'going slow' melting away after every kiss. ajax nudged against your lower lip with his tongue, to which you opened happily.

the sound of wet slurps and rustling of clothes filled the room, the harbinger tugging off your shirt with fervor. "mh, what...?" you questioned, feeling him dipping lower on your body, pressing kisses on your neck, to the valley between your boobs, your lower stomach, and the top of your thighs. "милая (rus. pretty), can I see? can I take them off?" you nodded feverishly, bringing your hips up, while watching him tug off your panties clumsily - he must be very hot and bothered too. at the sight of your weeping, wet pussy he gasped, cock straining against his pyjama pants uncomfortably. ajax felt so incredibly drunk, not off the wine earlier, but off the thought of finally having you. his lovely traveler. you watched as he moved between your thighs, a sort of wild look in his eyes - pupils blown and eyebrows scrunched, it was incredibly hot. his eyes moved from your pussy to your eyes, asking for permission quietly, which you granted by opening your legs further.

ajax pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jump cutely and continued to lick a long stripe down your cunt, collecting the juices leaking from it. feeling a sudden rush of need, he hooked his arms around your thighs, pressing his tongue flatly against you, delighted by the way you twitched for him. he heard you moan and whine, your hands tangling into his ginger hair to press him closer. moving back up, ajax switched between sucking your clit and lolling his tongue in infinity shapes around it. you arched your back with a shout of his name, flexing your thighs against his head, trapping him (not that he complained). "fuck, ajax, i'm-" said man dug his face deeper into you, failing to notice his inability to breathe. licking longer, harder stripes against your pussy to make you cream against his face more. there's nothing he wanted, no, needed more. with one final, aggressive buck against him, you came with a loud scream - neither you nor ajax cared for anyone hearing you.

the harbinger let you calm down, though he honestly couldn't hold back much longer. his cock leaking against his briefs as he watched your sloppy pussy twitch in the aftermath of his work. your body's curves kissed by the soft light coming from the stores outside. there's lots of things that are distressing him, but for this night and for any other day you grace him, his heart is at peace. you watched as he stood up to hover above you, pants and boxers scattered on the floor. smiling, you wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed him. "you're pretty." ajax was caught off guard, smiling back bashfully at you. he whispered a quiet 'thank you' and guided your legs around his waist.

"mh. I want you." he stated, biting your neck softly. his hardened cock was pressing against your inner thigh and you moved to touch it. aroused by the low moan coming from him, you pressed your thumb to his leaking tip, smearing it around until finally deciding to wrap your hand around him. ajax' was pale, long, and had a pretty pink tip - though he didn't let you commit to memory much, yanking your hand away. " 'm sorry, need you." he whimpered, bringing his own hand down to guide his cock to your entrance. you mewled once he slowly eased himself in, feeling how he stretched you out nicely, and how his dick throbbed and twitched inside.

ajax could hardly contain himself, your pussy wrapped around his cock was probably the best thing he's ever felt. you were warm and wet, moaning for him so prettily. his heart was beating so quick - the situation so intense and intimate, his eyes glossed over. he leaned down to kiss your neck again, finally pushing in completely. nudging your cervix with his tip and curving into you perfectly. he felt you squirm impatiently and let out a strained chuckle, almost cooing at your cuteness. the harbinger leaned back, wanting to see your expressions once he utterly fucks you out. some of your wetness leaked out just by him pulling out slowly, making you whimper out in embarrassment. ajax pushed in again quickly, establishing a deep, eager pace. your tits and curves jiggled everytime his hips thrust forward, making him hungry to grab at you. he swiped his thumb over your nipples and pushed his fingers deep into your skin, losing himself to the feeling of you. his traveler flooded his mind and body completely. "a-ajax, please." you didn't know what you were begging for, tears and spit ran down your face as you pressed your lips against his messily, making him groan into the kiss. hearing him curse in a language you didn't understand, you arched your back in response, making his brows furrow in concentration. "you're... you're gonna be the death of me." he snapped his hips against you sloppily, balls hitting your wet thighs, making the room echo with ungodly sounds. you felt your high approaching quickly, shuddering against ajax' body with vigor, babbling something nonsensical to him. though, he seemed to understand, nodding and picking up his pace. "come, please (y/n), come for me. господи! (rus. my god)". your whole body spasmed, as if you were either falling down the abyss or ascending to celestia - your vision became blurry, and your anchored yourself grabbing onto ajax, who came immediately after seeing your teary face while reaching your high, filling you with his warm seed as he collapsed onto you.

you were the first to come back to your senses, moving your bodies sideways. drawing stars on your harbingers back to ease him back into reality. he mumbled something along the lines of "sorry paimon, might've done something stupid".

there were two things you were overflowing with right now: love and... stickiness. but mostly love.

[ajaxsbeloved]

not sure if requests are open, (still new to tumblr) but can u write childe x fem!reader with ed? i just need comfort, i fell of recovery again

-: the road to recovery is not always steady :-

feat. childe

genre. comfort

summary. childe helps you get back on your feet when you slip

warnings: triggering topics, mentions of food, crying

authors note. tysm for this ask, as someone with an eating disorder this was an honor to write and i’m so sorry for posting it so late. thank you anon, you are brave and you are loved 🤍

In and out, with lungs meekly expanding and contracting as you stumble upon the streets of Liyue. Feeling weak you find some steps to rest on, with a pounding head you close your eyes and feel the world around you. It’s a typical day in Liyue; the streets are bustling and buzzing with chatter, shoppers and tourists visiting from around Teyvat. Getting back up there’s a rush to your head causing you to wince as your legs drag you back home, today was long and the sun was harsh. The feeling of fog overwhelms you, with a cloudy head you can’t seem to find where you’re going. Reaching out your hands everything feels distant almost as if you’re underwater, suddenly all you can recognize is the feeling of falling.

“(y/n)? (y/n) wake up”

Your eyes never hurt so much, with a mixture of a torturous headache and blinding light you manage to open your eyes and look around without moving too much.

“Where am I?”

You gather your strength as you try to sit up but an arm wrapped in gray stops you and lightly guides you to lay back down.

“Don’t move. You’re at home, just take it easy.”

Turning your head you find Childe at the side of the bed, his usual battle attire off and his more casual gray button up adorning his body. His eyes soften as they meet yours, a warm smile curling up his lips.

“What happened?”

“You passed out, Zhongli called me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to inconvenience you.”

You sit up again, this time without his interference. Throwing your legs over the bed you hold your breath looking at them and feeling dull, throwing your feet onto the ground you nearly trip over your feet if not for grabbing onto Childe like your life depended on it.

“Get bad in bed (y/n)”

“It’s fine Jax I’m fine-”

“Get. Back in bed.”

You look down to see him holding onto your arm, feeling sick at the sight. With a heavy sigh and a few seconds of tension in the air you find it in yourself to get back in the bed, your body relaxing against the smooth sheets.

“I’ll be back, just stay here.”

Staring up at the ceiling you take in your surroundings. The sky outside looks muted and the lights are a little too bright, you’re cold. Despite the warm weather outside and fluffy blanket covering you, there’s a constant chill over your skin.

Childe comes back into the room after a few minutes, in his hands he holds a tray carrying your favorite food and drink, the sight alone is enough to make your blood pressure spike.

“Eat up” his face is relax and soft, he isn’t demanding nor is he asking

“I’m… I’m not hungry.”

“Come on (y/n), you just passed out you need to eat.”

“Ajax I told you I’m not hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?”

Silence, dead heavy silence. You chew on your cheek trying your best to come up with some sort of excuse, knowing it’ll never work on him anyway. You’re lack of a response says more than you can manage out your mouth.

“(y/n).... You haven’t eaten?”

“I was busy, you know how it is.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Umm… a few days ago I think.”

More silence, the tension was so thick and unbearable. Before you realized it your eyes welled up, maybe it was shame or embarrassment. Embarrassed to admit you hadn’t eaten, that it was intentional, that you hadn’t told him, that you were doing this to begin with.

“I’m sorry Jax.” your voice trembled, the tears slipped down your cheeks quietly and your breathing was no where near even.

He didn’t respond, you were scared to look at him. What would he think? Was he mad? Or disgusted? Or disappointed? You couldn’t bare the thought of any of it, it felt so scary. Before you knew it your head craned in his direction.

He… was also crying. His cheeks were stained with salty water that flowed from his eyes like a waterfall, without thinking you reach up to hold his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your hand letting out quiet sobs, and for the first time since meeting him you feel your heart break.

“Jax… I’m so sor-”

“Stop, don’t say it. Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not noticing, for not paying enough attention to you, for letting you do this to yourself.”

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand from his face, letting go of your wrist he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. You feel his tears, his heartbeat, and for once you feel warm. The warmth is comforting, the way it all hits you like a truck you can’t stop yourself for sobbing in his arms. You feel safe, you feel loved, you feel like you’re supported.

“(y/n), I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this damned world, I can’t live without you. I can’t live knowing you’re hurting, and I know you are.” He pulls away and lowers himself so his eyes meet yours and now he’s the one holding your face.

“You’ll get better baby, I’ll help you.”

[limerencedisorder]

Take what I have to offer! [HIATUS]

Yan!Childe x Fem!Reader

MNDI

cws: LOTS of smut, Childe is fucked up in the head for Reader, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Yandere behavior, Murder, tws in chapters

Genre: Modern AU/College AU, smut, Yandere, dead dove: do not eat

Prologue(?):

"Come with me. You'll be happier as long as your with me. I promise." He wouldn't let you go. He held you so tight in his arms as if it was the end of the world.

"You're disgusting." You snarled. Watching the blood on his face smudge when he grabs your hand and makes you wipe it off.

"That's why you love me." Whoever lied to him is absurd. Who could ever love such an insane bastard? Acting as if your boyfriends dead rotting corpse isn't in front of you both. As if he wasn't the murderer. "I'll stop killing people as long as you give yourself to me, yeah?" He smirked. You stared back blankly.

"Quit your insanity." He just laughed. "I can try. But I can't promise." He spoke. "Just take what I have to offer."

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More chapters to come!

[haileyywrites]

Summary: As the Traveler finally enters the long awaited land of Cryo Childe offers bring them and Paimon to meet his family! Including his heavily pregnant wife of whom they were never told about...

Pairings: Childe/Tartaglia x Fem-Reader!

Notes/Warnings: Fem-reader! Reader is pregnant! Poc friendly! Reader is not described beyond being a woman and pregnant! Traveler pov! Travel is not specified! Fluff! Possibly ooc characters? Possibly not lore accurate! Short! Not proofread!

Friendship with Childe had definitely been something out of the norm... When fighting against each other the Traveler felt he truly was trying to kill them, but afterwards he would simply smile and call them his best friend. It was hard to figure him out since he always swore undying loyalty to the Tsaritsa and recognized them as enemies, yet he called them his "Comrade" and asked them to come visit his family once reaching Snezhnaya.

Which is where he was currently heading... The Traveler wasn't sure what to expect since it would be crawling with Fatui agents, but they doubted Childe would use his family against them. At least they hoped so... His family was what he valued most of all and Teucer liked them very much, they had even made the promise to him! Still, they kept their guard up until they arrived at the harbor with Childe and a very excited Teucer next to him.

“Welcome to Snezhnaya at last, Traveler! I brought Teucer along since he was too exited to wait at home and I thought you'd be more comfortable this way.” He grinned widely.

Teucer was excited to show off everything this side of Snezhnaya had to offer, including his favorite places to order food - which Paimon appreciated after the long and tiring journey to the land of Cryo. To stick it to Childe they weren't shy about buying souvenirs since he insisted on paying for everything since they were guests of his. He might have slightly regretted making such an offering to people who held a grudge against him despite all his attempts of making friends...

“It's starting to get a bit late... We should hurry home before the others die of frostbite while waiting for us.” Childe joked, but looked serious enough for the others to agree.

His home was nice and large, which was to be expected since he had so much money and had another Harbinger looking after his family when he couldn't. Still it seemed modest, but fit for a family of their size - perhaps even larger than they needed, but the Traveler wouldn't judge them for it.

Their attention was soon brought to two older kids running towards them until they crashed into Childe. Paimon was slightly freaked out by the suddenness of it, but soon relaxed seeing them happily greeting their brothers. The Traveler and Paimon smiled at the heartwarming scene, but were taken aback once again by a young woman rushing over as well... Only she was heavily pregnant. She was too young to be their mother, but too different looking to be their sibling.

“Ajax, you're back! I was starting to get worried - the baby too!” You gently slapped his arm for taking so long to come back.

“...” The Traveler and their companion were stunned to complete silence.

“I'm sorry, but there's nothing to worry about! Look - I even brought your favorite snack since you've been craving it.” He gently handed over the present and caressed your cheek.

“Huh...?” Was the only thing the traveling duo could manage to mutter.

“Hmp, fine! I'll forgive you this time since they've been craving it for a while.” You said whille caressing your belly.

“So, have they or the baby caused you trouble?” He placed his hands on your belly next to yours.

“Huh?” They questioned again.

“The kids have been very good and extra helpful today, but our baby has been a bit restless. They get it from you no doubt about it.” You teased.

“Huh?!” Their jaws just about reached the floor with how low they hung from shock.

“Hahaha! They're going to be a fighter like daddy for sure!” Childe laughed loudly while feeling his baby kick.

“HUH?!” They finally screamed making everyone turn to the pair with confused expressions.

“Oh, yeah! Traveler, Paimon this is my lovely wife and my other siblings - Anthon and Tonia!”

“How come you never told us anything about you having a wife before?!” Paimon screeched.

“Must have slipped my mind or just not come up in conversation before?” He shrugged casually as if it was no big deal while the two were still trying to wrap their heads around any of this.

“How come anyone would even marry you? Are you blackmailing her or holding her hostage?!” Paimon continued her interrogation.

“Hey, hey! No way! Not that I could anyway, when she wasn't pregnant she could beat me in fights when I was barely holding back! She's terrifying!” Childe quickly answered.

“Excuse me?” You glared halfheartedly at your husband. “I could still beat you while pregnant.”

“See?” He turned to look at Paimon while gesturing at you.

“Huh, I see... Still, I can't believe she would marry you!” Paimon crossed her arms.

“Yeah, I'm a lucky man indeed.” He smiled softly at you making Paimon feel slightly bad about her accusations.

“Honestly his siblings were too cute for me to say no.” You joked.

Childe held a hand over his heart with his face twisted in pain, “You wound me!”

The group were soon called in for a large home cooked dinner, no matter how stuffed they were from their earlier trip the Traveler and Paimon couldn't help but dive in. The food was absolutely delicious and the company made it even better! Throughout the dinner the traveling companions kept taking glances at the married couple and how Childe truly doted on his wife...

No matter the Traveler's true feelings about their "friend", Childe truly loved his family and cared about them - even if he had done terrible things and was affiliated with some questionable people. The Traveler hoped he would live to see his child grow up considering the Foul Legacy and how it shortened his life... The Traveler wondered if you knew about it or if you should.

A/N: Not especially proud of this one, but it's something short and a bit different since it's from the Traveler's pov! Likes, feedback and or reblogs are appreciated <3

[maokomi]

ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

.ೃ࿔*:･ 「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 gn reader, sweetheart boyfriend Childe, modern AU, gooey lovey-dovey feelings, established relationship

Inspired by, of all things, a hypothetical situation presented by my Philosophy professor. So thanks, sir Louise. 

You step out of the airport terminal, gaze fixed on your phone. Around you, people bustle past you and your luggage like a river around a stone. Some grumble and give you stink eyes for being too slow, but you pay them no mind, one string away from snapping.

“Damn it,” you grumble, fiddling with your phone and the taxi-booking app you’ve got open. There’s urgency and annoyance behind the force in which you jam your fingers against the screen, scowling down at the ‘Fully Booked! Please wait a moment’ that’s been flashing across your screen in garish red letters for the past five minutes. 

It’s too fucking early for this— the sun is barely over the horizon, and you can practically hear the entire community waking up with a groggy yawn. You’re tired from the flight, hungry, jet lagged and frankly you just want to meet your boyfriend at home and take a long, long nap and waste the morning away. But apparently the rest of these sleep-deprived travelers also have a similar goal— and they’ve even beaten you to the commute, too.

You don’t give up for another few minutes, frantically refreshing the app in hopes that your luck will turn around, but no dice. With a defeated sigh, you jam the phone back into your pocket, a hand reaching to your temple to soothe the incoming headache. All it takes is a few seconds for you to resign yourself to your fate of having to take the overcrowded bus back home. Hopefully the archons smile down on you and you get to sit beside someone decent. Not someone overly interested in getting your number. Or a person who spends the entire ride back on their phone, obnoxiously yelling into their device. You shudder. With the way your morning is going, it’d be just your luck that that’s exactly who you end up beside.

Not for the first time, you let yourself think about calling Childe to pick you up, but you quickly chase the thought away. 

It’s tempting. So, so tempting. 

He’s probably in bed right now, warm under the covers. He’d probably recognize your specific ringtone, would pick up in a heartbeat even if he’s half asleep. And you already know that he’d half-heartedly whine about it being so early in the morning, even if you both know that he’s already pulling on some going-out clothes and looking for his car keys.

Childe would drop everything and anything if you ask, which is exactly why you don’t want him picking you up. Because, if your past calls are anything to go by, he’s been having a rather rough week himself, and you’d rather brave a packed bus and motion sickness than willingly pull him away from some well deserved rest.

Thoughts of your boyfriend, happily enjoying his day off steel your resolve, and with a resolute nod to your head, you begin to turn to the airport bus stop.

Then a whistle cuts through the air and —like some fucking drama— it’s as if the crowd parts and Childe, all bed-headed and grinning, is leisurely jogging up to you.

All you can do at first is stare at him in surprise because what the fuck you must be more tired than you thought,  you’re actually full-on hallucinating now. 

But Childe easily comes over, one hand immediately going for the handle of your luggage, the other wrapping around your middle. He pulls you into a one-armed hug, pressing a soft, fond kiss to your forehead and wow there is no way this is a hallucination.

“Hey sweetheart.” Childe grins at you when you pull away to look at him, almost looking amused at how bewildered you are.

And you, ever so jet lagged and exhausted, can only managed to say: “You… you’re here. Uh. Hi.”

“Hey.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. For good measure, he plants a kiss on your nose. “What, you really thought I wouldn’t be able to come pick you up? Didn’t know you think so little of me, babe.”

You splutter, not even able to form proper words aside from the occasional ‘Wh—‘ that you manage to get out.

“Your google account is still logged in on my phone,” Childe says to your unverbalized question. He shrugs apologetically as begins gently leading you in the direction he came, a hand guiding you at the small of your back. “Didn’t mean to snoop, I swear, but when the email with your flight details came in I saw the time and had a feeling you were planning to hoof it without telling anyone. Which, by the way—“

He pinches your side. Not enough to hurt, but you yelp at the surprise of it.  

“—not super smart when you have a very willing boyfriend with a car ready to pick you up at the drop of a hat.”

You sigh, jabbing him back with an elbow, but all he does is grin wider. “You said you were tired! I didn’t wanna drag you out of bed or anything.”

“Well then consider me very willingly leaving the bed of my own volition, then.”

You roll your eyes, about to voice another argument that is more just for petty, affectionate bickering than actual argument, when Childe pauses and pulls you close, silencing you with a kiss to the crown of your head. You can feel the fond grin he wears.

“Missed you, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, then we can both go back to bed, okay?”

[zeraaachan]

goblin k-drama but make it childe

♡ *ೃ༄ pairing: goblin! childe x reader.

♡ *ೃ༄ summary: a war general escaped death only to become a goblin gifted with immortality. but immortality is not such a great gift after all, and now he seeks for the bride who'll be able to remove the sword that became a burden on his chest for 900 years.

he's immortalized by the blood on his hands and the smear of mortality on his sword. where in the battleground where all men fall, where the reapers roam and take their due, where all is blood and all is dead— he alone stand. a taker but not the taken. the living among the dead. an immortal in the battlefield.

childe, the empire's heroic war general, the feared monster in the battlefield, the mortal that seems far from one whenever in the battle ground. childe, the war general, he who won many wars. he who made many kingdoms bend on their knees. he who killed many. he who kills but never dies.

winning war after war and killing men after men, it seems that as more time goes by, the metaphor about the general being immortal doesn't seem like a fanciful comparison anymore. for he always come back bloody but never as a bloodied corpse. many soldiers tried and only met the tip of his sword. the grim reapers tried their scythe but failed to take his soul, if the war general even have one.

it seems that everyone dies but never him. never him, especially in wars.

childe, the war general, who always returned alive from the battlefield. who many asoldier tried to drag to the grave, who many swords tried to pierce, who many arrows tried to struck—

who died in the end.

not in the battlefield but inside the palace, where the empress he protected resides. where the empress he swore alliance to ordered his own sword to be driven to his chest.

the immortal in the battlefield died, pitifully, betrayed by his lord. childe, the empire's war general, the 'immortal' is still bound by the mortality of human after all.

but perhaps it is due to the many blood he drained and the red he soaked. perhaps it is the countless souls he took mericlessly. where he insulted many reapers and delivered souls, fresh from the battlefield, pitiful sacrfices for his sword. perhaps it is due to the many lives he took that instead of dying, childe lived.

and lived.

childe who didn't became a corpse, a dead man, but became something else. child who is no longer a human, a war general, someone bound to mortality.

childe who became something not human, a dokkaebi (goblin), someone cursed with immortality.

childe who escaped death and became a literal immortal.

at first, the curse doesn't feel like one. childe revels on the fact that while the empress and all that betrayed him became pitiful pawns of time and mortality, he alone lived. similar to the battlefield where all fell but not him.

time is not indifferent to him. he is indifferent to time.

mortality and death is not his shackle. he is free from it.

or so he thought during the first few centuries.

childe, the former-war general, a human once, realized that he is not so free after all and that his new chains are heavier. the shackles he drag are fanciful silver yet heavy on his being.

immortality is not a blessing. it is a curse. especially when one lives for more than 900 years.

childe who now lives an era different from where he is a war general, where he is feared, where he is a famed hero. childe who is now living his immortal life as a rich man with money to waste. childe who despite all the riches, the peace in the new era where he live in, will still trade anything to find the one who will remove the sword on his chest.

who will lift the curse from him.

whenever childe look down, he will see his own sword driven to his chest. a bloody black sword that now glows with the curse of immortality. a sword that only he and another person can see. a sword that will lift him from his curse when removed  from him. a sword that when pulled away will finally end his long life. a sword that only one person can pull away.

the goblin's bride.

childe who used to search for the goblin's bride for years. who would've given them anything they asked for if it means the sword on his chest will be removed. if it means he'll finally be free.

childe who failed to see them era after era. who never encountered the goblin's bride century after century.

childe whose eyes became dull blue, whose smiles became humorless, who finally committed himself with the fact that perhaps the goblin's bride is nothing but a feeble hope.

a dream, an illusion, to get him through his predicament but never save him from it.

childe who one day, heard a voice. who heard a wish. who heard a voice that is far too soft, with emotions, with hope, to be his.

the goblin became pulled by the voice against his will and met you for the first time face to face.

"damn, i wished to be rich not for a rich man. wait— did you teleported here?"

childe who always encountered you for some reason after that. whether it is in the library, on the road, in another country. it seems as if destiny is playing a game with the goblin in which he's always bound to meet this human who will not even understand the depth of his emptiness or the length of his life, his curse.

destiny played with the cursed goblin. it made him meet this human with with eyes that see what it shouldn't.

childe who became aware that you're somehow special. that you can see not only him, a goblin, but also all sorts of creations far from human. who realized that you are plagued by ghosts and chased by a purple-haired grim reaper.

childe whose blue eyes started to light up for only a little bit. the goblin started to noursih a little hope that perhaps the human before him wrapped with a thick red scarf will be the answer to his haunted soul. that maybe the person before him will see not only his existence but also the existence of a sword in his chest that no one else can see.

childe who hoped that you are the goblin's bride, the salvation to his endless abyss, and the one who will remove the sword on his chest.

surely you will be te bride to his cursed existence? all his riches, the golds from centuries ago, all that is his will be yours if you'll remove his curse. if only you'll see not only him but also the sword stucked in his chest. if you'll end his curse. if you'll pull the sword and end his life.

"is there anything special about me, comrade—"

"no."

"i mean— around here." childe said and resisted the urge to became offended. he indicated his chest where the sword that was driven on it years ago resides.

you hummed your contemplation for a long moment. taking a long look on the vicinity of his chest. childe held the excitement and foolish hope in him when he saw you narrow your eyes. you see ghosts, ghouls, reapers, a goblin. surely you will also see the sword on his chest.

"ah, yes. nice pecs."

you are not the goblin's bride.

when childe insisted for you to look hard enough, you only complimented the expanse of his chest once again and raised your thumbs up in approval.

the goblin's hope became killed, unlike him who cannot be.

the goblin's bride is a mere illusion, a hope for the fool. and childe is the fool who dared to hope that you will be the one, a human that he met in an era of peace and modernity, who will lift his curse.

who will remove the sword stabbed on his chest.

but how can you be the goblin's bride, his bride, if you cannot even see the sword that you're supposed to lift?

childe who still lingered around despite the futility of it. who still followed you like a puppy, or a hound, despite the realization that you are not the goblin's bride. that you will not be the one to lift his curse and that he should go away and find the one who'll actually free him from it.

but childe have all the time in the world to find the goblin's bride. for now he'll stick to you like a ginger-head puppy and hound the ghosts that bother you. for now he'll use the time he is abundant with in messing with you, in showering you with riches, and nagging you.

childe who slowly became attached to the human who'll only live for a speck of time. whose existence is only a blink compared to his. the goblin started to hold a little bit of affection to a mortal who haven't even lived a quarter of his entire life.

he became torn and hated himself for lingering around a mortal existence for too long. for becoming too close to a light that will extinguish before he can watch its flame dance.

the goblin should've searched for his rightful bride. for the means to his end. for the eyes that will see not ghosts but the sword stabbed on his chest.

childe, the goblin, one with a long history of betrayal, blood, loneliness, and void, should be searching for the goblin's bride. childe knows that he should be looking for the human who'll lift the sword from his chest instead of heeding the call of your voice again. instead of becoming pulled by your voice, like it did when you first met, and appearing beside you just in time before harm came to you.

childe who held you and all the regrets and hesitation he had became mere memory when he arrived just in time before danger befall you.

childe who berated you, scolded you, worried for the danger you wre previously in. who declared that he'll go away, who finally committed himself to it. who realized that the right decision now will be to leave before he becomes even more attached to a mortal existence.

childe who gave you parting words, who failed to notice the look in your eyes and how it rests not on his face but on his chest.

childe who was about to leave but became held back by a pull on his wrist. who met your eyes when he glanced back and realized that there's something else in your eyes.

childe, the goblin, the one cursed with immortality, the war general stabbed with his own sword 900 years ago, realized that his long life will never be the same again.

"will you not leave if i tell you that i can see... that." you said to him and pointed a finger in the direction of his chest. but childe can see that your eyes are on something else and that it's seeing the greatest evidence of his curse.

you can see the sword stabbed to his chest.

childe, the goblin, who finally found his bride after 900 years.

who now wants to live a life with the only human who have the power to end it.

goblin! childe headcanons

[aventurineswife]

Hello again! I was wondering if you could make a violinist reader, something similar to my previous request.

Being the reader who personally plays for the character and dedicates a song to him, with the characters Aventurine, Sampo, Jing Yuan and Childe. Take your time!

-🩵

Strings of the Soul

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Childe x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Violinist!Reader, Light Angst, Soft Moments, Artistic Expression(?), Comfort.

Warnings: Light mentions of Childe's battles and sacrifices, subtle melancholic undertones in some pieces, and slight flirtation, Mimi is alive 🫶🤭.

The grand casino hall was alive with the clatter of roulette wheels and the soft hum of conversation. Aventurine leaned casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd with a playful glint. He was in his element, a world of wagers and whims, where every interaction was a calculated gamble.

But tonight, something—or rather, someone—had piqued his curiosity. On the raised stage, you tuned your violin with an air of quiet confidence. The gold accents of your outfit glimmered under the lights, a reflection of the daring spirit Aventurine admired.

When the first note rang out, sharp and precise, the room stilled. Your melody was a daring dance of highs and lows, a musical representation of Aventurine’s own life—a world of risks and rewards. Each crescendo mirrored the adrenaline of a well-played gamble, while the softer, melancholic tones spoke of the unseen cost of his high-stakes world.

By the time the last note faded, Aventurine was clapping louder than anyone else, his sly smile softened by genuine admiration.

Later, when you approached him, he raised an eyebrow.

“A song for me?” he teased, twirling the peacock feather earring he wore.

“For you,” you confirmed, “a gambler’s serenade.”

“Well, darling,” he said, offering his gloved hand, “you’ve just made the best bet of the night.”

The flickering lanterns of the bazaar cast warm shadows over the bustling stalls. Amid the chaos, Sampo lounged on a pile of crates, one leg crossed lazily over the other. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he observed you setting up your violin in the center of the square.

When you began to play, the usual clamor of the market faded into silence. Your music was light and playful, a lilting tune that mimicked Sampo’s carefree persona. Quick, sharp notes captured the essence of his silver tongue and slippery nature, while the sudden shifts in tempo mirrored his unpredictable schemes.

The crowd clapped along, enchanted by the melody, but Sampo’s gaze was fixed solely on you.

When the performance ended, he weaved through the crowd with his characteristic swagger, clapping his mismatched gloves in mock reverence.

“Well, well,” he drawled, “if it isn’t my new favorite musician. That piece had me written all over it.”

“It was inspired by you,” you admitted, tucking your violin back into its case.

He smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Careful, my friend. Flattery might just make me stick around longer than you’d like.”

The serene garden of the Xianzhou Luofu was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Jing Yuan sat beneath a blossoming tree, Mimi, his lion companion, dozing peacefully at his side. His eyes, heavy with centuries of wisdom, flickered toward you as you approached with your violin.

You bowed slightly before taking your place a short distance away. The first notes of your song floated through the air, a gentle, meditative melody that seemed to echo Jing Yuan’s introspective nature. The composition was intricate yet understated, weaving a story of quiet strength and enduring patience.

As the music swelled, a hint of melancholy crept into the melody, a reflection of the memories Jing Yuan carried—the comrades he had lost, the battles fought, and the passage of time. Yet the piece ended on a hopeful note, a reminder of the peace he had worked tirelessly to maintain.

When you finished, Jing Yuan’s usual calm expression softened into a rare smile. “That was beautifully played,” he said, his deep voice tinged with gratitude.

“It was composed for you.” you replied, bowing again.

“A lullaby for a dozing general,” he mused, reclining further against the tree. “You have my thanks. Perhaps you’ll play again sometime?”

The icy wind of Snezhnaya whipped through the open training ground, where Childe stood, his Hydro blades dissipating as he concluded his sparring session. Sweat glistened on his brow, but he greeted you with a wide grin as you approached with your violin case in hand.

“You’re braving the cold to play for me?” he asked, his tone half-teasing but warm.

“Someone needs to balance all that fighting with a little culture,” you replied, setting up your instrument.

The music you played was fierce and dynamic, mirroring the intensity of Childe’s battles. Rapid, fiery strokes of the bow captured the thrill of combat, while the deeper, more mournful tones hinted at the sacrifices he made for his family.

Childe stood motionless, his eyes fixed on you as the music stirred something deep within him.

By the time you reached the climax, a triumphant crescendo that spoke of resilience and hope, a rare stillness had settled over the Harbinger.

“That…” he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “that was incredible.”

“It’s a song for a warrior,” you said, meeting his gaze.

“For me, huh?” He grinned, his usual cocky demeanor returning. “You’ve got a knack for this. Next time, though, maybe play it during one of my fights? I think it’d make a great soundtrack.”

[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 13 - TRES AUTUEM FACIES PRAENUNTIUS

childe x reader, wc: 7.1k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: nsfw, violence, murder

The next morning came all too quickly. A ray of sunlight hit Childe directly in the eyes, he rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head to block out the world for a few sacred minutes. 

You smiled and carded a hand through his hair, he tilted his head a little to the left. Childe could have sworn he was seeing an angel, soft sunlight illuminating your form, sheets pooling at your hips. 

Childe rolled onto his back and you shuffled closer, the hand scratching his head trailed down to trace his jawline. You admired his freckles, the small nicks in his skin from battle. You moved your thumb over his lower lip and then down his chin and neck. 

You leaned in and whispered against his neck “ Il n'y a pas de douceur comme ton péché ”

“тогда приходи и купайся в нем, дорогая ” He mumbled back, finger tracing down your spine. 

You straddled him and slipped his shirt up over his stomach. Following every scar in an intricate pattern upwards. He gripped your hips to steady you. You traced up his abdomen to the dip in his clavicle. You were leaning over him, chest nearly touching his. 

You traced the scar across his chest, the one he got when he first met you. He traced the scar across your upper thigh, from when you had made your escape.

You opened your lips, inevitably with a million questions. Childe cut you off before the first word. “I know there's a lot to talk about but can we forget the world outside exists? Even it its just while I’m in your arms”

You nodded “Okay” You closed the gap and sweetly kissed him. He held you close to him as you tasted him. He was tangy, with a hint of iron. You hadn’t intended on it being anything more than a kiss but you found your will to break away from him quickly fading.

In the end he was the one to break away, he looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. He used his thumb to pry up one side of your top lip, you opened your mouth ever so slightly and he traced your canine before pressing down on your tongue. You sucked and he made an unintelligible sound. He pulled it out and dragged it down your chin, leaving a trail of spit in its wake. He angled your jaw up to access your neck, kissing it in a way that made your core pulse. 

He rucked your slip up so it bunched around your waist, you finished the job for him, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. You removed his shirt in turn leaving the both of you in nothing but underwear. He traced the edge of your breast, you sucked in a breath. 

He cupped them, swiping across your nipple, you let out a small whine. He grinned and repeated the action, causing you to grind down. You let out another whimper when you felt his hard length beneath you. He stopped for a second as pleasure shot through his body. 

You ground down again, arching your back. He took your nipple in his mouth and gently sucked. You moaned as one hand supported your back and one pushed you down. He bucked his hips up. Your hands rested on his shoulders as your pussy fluttered, desperately trying to find leverage. 

He stopped to get some air as one hand continued to explore your body, moving lower and lower. The other still circling your nipple. His thumb played with the edge of your panties, you lifted your hips up so he could slide them off. 

You moved down and peeled his boxers, blushing at the sight of his cock. You wrapped your hand around it and gave it a few slow pumps. You looked up through your lashes to see him looking at you with an endearing intensity, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. 

You gave it a few licks and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. You move back up slowly, intent on teasing him. He lies back as you position yourself, teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock, wetness making it easy.

“Любовник, be gentle” He asks, still sore, he didn't know how much his body could take. He wished he was the one talking the lead.

“I’ll be as gentle as the breeze” you replied, sinking onto his cock. You let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a moan, it sounded like the holiest melody Childe had ever heard.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his chest, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. After a second you lift yourself up, relishing in the feeling. 

You make tentative eye contact with Childe. You could melt in the sanctity of his gaze - a blush spread across his cheeks, his mouth slightly parted, small moans tumbling out. He skirts his palms up your thighs until he reaches the apex, right below your hip bones. You sink back down, riding him like you were made for it. 

You placed your hands on top of his and then tugged trying to pull him up. He obliged, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you in for a kiss. He finds your clit and you gasp into his mouth at the feeling. Your cunt squeezed around him.

“I-I’m close” you whined, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He lay back down, knowing if he kept fucking you like that he would overexert himself, he would go too hard and as much as he wanted to see that he knew his body couldn’t handle it. 

He kept rubbing your clit as you reached the edge. you sunk fully onto him, knowing you couldn’t fuck him through your orgasm. You moaned a little louder than usual letting the feeling envelop you. It was electric, making your mind go blank for a moment. 

Your legs were getting sore but you were determined to take his orgasm from him. You picked up the pace ever so slightly. Childe lay beautifully underneath you, hands fisting the sheets, brows knitted in pleasure. 

He moans deeply, flinging an arm across his face “C-Cumming” 

Quickly you lifted yourself off him and gave him a few more pumps. He finished, white-hot ropes of cum splattering across your stomach. You kissed Childe again, lost in his being. 

 ✧

After the two of you cleaned up, you went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Childe took the stove while you chopped some bacon

“That was surprisingly gentle compared to last time” You joked 

“Don’t expect me to be so nice next time” he quipped back

“Next time?” Your raised a brow

Childe just smirked. “This morning was a nice surprise, but what were you doing in my bed?”

“You don't remember? you had a nightmare, woke up screaming. You asked me to stay when I came in. Something about a ‘Celestial Narwhal’ again” You frowned, moving over to place the bacon in the pan, it spat back at you

He frowned “No, I don't. I don't even remember a nightmare” He cracked an egg into a bowl and used a fork to break the yolk

“I still have questions about last night, you nearly electrocuted me you were so mad” He poured the egg mix into the pan with the bacon

Childe sighed deeply “Signoria got the gnosis, Zhongli is Rex Lapis and I was used by the both of them”

“So Rex Lapis lives in mortal form now? Why?” You asked, pulling two plates out from the cupboard and placed a piece of bread on each

“Retirement, He didn’t technically abandon Liyue, rather he’s leaving it in the hands of humanity” he snorted, dividing up the scrambled eggs 

You leaned on the counter, trying to think. Wasn’t it his sworn duty to protect Liyue, man couldn’t defend against Celestia, at least not from what you’ve seen. Why not pass the torch to another god?

“And Signoria? Another Harbinger?” You picked up one of the plates and folded the bread in half, taking a bite.

“Yeah, the eighth, ‘Fair Lady’ is a dubious title at best. She’s the one who got Barbatos’ gnosis as well” he grumbled, if looks could kill this woman would be nothing but ashes.

You swallowed "So she's making you do her dirty work?” 

“No, The Tsaritsa sent me for both assignments. She has her reasons, I’m sure the others have hundreds of years on me, of course she wouldn't expect me to pull this off on my own. I'm a warrior not a diplomat.”

“Then why make you a Harbinger?” You took another bite

“I don't have an answer for that, maybe because I’ll best serve as her weapon but the title of Harbinger requires me to act like a diplomat, I don't know. But next time, next time I'll deliver the gnosis straight to her feet myself.

You pick up his mask, “Then go out and prove yourself, Tartaglia. You may not be the most cunning, but when it comes down to the battlefield - you would leaving most of them dead”

He attached it to the side of his head “I will get stronger, just you wait”

 ✧

Baizhu had sent you outside the city to restock herbs, unfortunately for you most of the ones you needed seemed to be around ruins littered with Ruin Guards. You kept your catalyst drawn as you slowly made your way around the perimeter. 

You had thought that you had made it away until you heard the mechanical rumbling of a ruin guard activating. Your entire body tensed as you whipped around. It was your turn to dance.

You drew water droplets from the air, forming a ring of daggers around your head and fired them at the Guard. Circling around the mechanical abomination , making sure to keep your distance to avoid its wide ranged strikes.

You repeated the same attack, just focusing on trying to survive. It stilled, bracing backwards, turrets perched on its body began to glow, aimed directly for you. Thinking fast you ran, forwards, sliding under the guard as the projectiles hit the ground with a sickening bang. You clenched your eyes shut at the sound. You stumbled up to face the back of the guard. 

Drawing your power you created two streams of water twining around the Ruin Guard, briefly immobilising it. You pull in the pressure of the two streams of water and then release it. Causing it to stumble back a step.

It swung at you, knocking you to the side, you tumbled and skidded in the dirt, by some small miracle you landed upright. Clambering back to your feet you tried to regain your sense of surroundings. Your shoulder throbbed in pain.

You had to disable it somehow. How had Tartaglia done it? An arrow to the eye right?

Having nothing to lose you made another dagger and aimed for its eye, it flew past splashing on the stone behind it. You tried again, moving backwards as it advanced menacingly towards you. This time the hydro dagger hit its mark, it came tumbling down. 

It was only a matter of time until it reactivated. Concentrating, you wove a hydro sword from droplets. Approaching it you gathered all your strength and struck it.  Once. Twice. Thrice - the last strike plunging directly into its eye. It let out its last cry and it lay felled before you. Its body disintegrating into nothing more than black smoke flecked with red ashes.

You collapsed to the ground on one knee, hydro sword holding you up. You panted, trying to draw enough air to satisfy your burning lungs. The sword broke into droplets wetting the stone underneath you, causing you to fall further down. You felt no satisfaction from the fight, rather relief you made it out alive.

In the distance you could swear you heard the faint voice of a child. “Hey! Hey you! Come look at this!”

Slowly you drew yourself back up, you stuffed the herbs you had collected in the bag Baizhu had given you. Reforming another hydro dagger just in case you stalked over to one of the inactive Ruin Guards. Behind one of them you found a small child, no older than six clambering over its arms. 

“Have you ever seen something so brilliant?!” he exclaimed with great enthusiasm.

Shielding your eyes from the sunlight you could see the boy was wearing foreign clothes, perhaps Snezhnayan. He had flaming red hair and large blue eyes sparking in the sun. He bore a striking resemblance to Childe.

“You should get down from there, you could hurt yourself boy. Ruin Guards are dangerous things” you exclaimed back 

“Nuh-Uh, Mister Cyclops would never hurt me! And what kind of a stupid name is ‘Ruin Guard' anyway?” He sat on its shoulder rather precariously. 

“Mister Cyclops?” You asked, that was a creature from old legend.

“That's what my brother called them!” He grinned widely, showing a gap-toothed smile “He’s the best toy seller in the world! He's working at the Institute for Toy Research in Liyue. That's where all Mister Cyclops’ come from”

“What's your name?” You ask, trying to get this kid back home to safety

“I’m Teucer! I came all the way from Snezhnaya on a boat to find my brother in Liyue. I can’t find him though…” He frowned

“You came all the way from Snezhnaya alone” You laughed a little in pure shock. This was Teucer, Childes' younger brother. One of the two who didn’t know what he actually was. ‘Toy seller’ must be the excuse he's using to disguise his true role as a Fatui Harbinger until they're ready to learn the truth.

“Uh-huh!” He slid down the Ruin Guards arm “This is the part where I give you this” He presents you with a huge bag of mora

“My brother said to find a nice person and give it to them so they’ll take good care of Teucer”

“He must make a lot of money selling toys then”

“You best believe it! He sends it home to help us as well! Alright now we've gotta make a pinkie promise”

“Why do we need to make a pinkie promise?” You ask

“You need to promise to keep me safe!” He extends his small pinkie and you wrap yours around his after a moment of hesitation

“You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue so you never lie again” He recited, his tone too jaunty for the rhyme he just spoke.

“I think I know where to start looking for your brother” You said, crouching down to face him eye to eye. He didn’t have a vision but so long as he held on tightly enough you would be ok. 

 ✧

You waited at the top of the red lacquered stairs in front of Northland Bank waiting for Teucer to scramble up the remaining steps.  As soon as he reaches the top step he sprints towards the open door, you follow languidly behind him. Childe is by the desk talking to what seems to be the receptionist in Snezhnayan. You recognised her as one of Childe’s informants.

He seemed to be doing a little better, or at least he's good at hiding how terrible he feels. If you look close enough you could still see small bags under his eyes.

“Ajax!” Teucer exclaimed, he snapped his head around you see Teucer barrelling towards him, he slams into Child's leg and hugs it

Ajax? 

He switches to Common Tongue “I would know that voice anywhere! Teucer!” He laughs ruffling his hair, his tone significantly lighter than before. “I thought  I would have to wait to go home to see you again. How are the others, Tonia? Anthon?”

Teacher unclasps himself from Child's leg “They all miss you alot! Мама and Tonia pray for you at dinner every night. Папа is still a little sick but he's getting better every day with the medicine you sent!”

Childe frowns “Wait a second Teucer, what are you doing in Liyue? How come I haven't heard anything about this”

Teucer looks at the ground guilty “I snuck onto a ship back home, they said they were shipping toys to Liyue.., a-and I really wanted to see you! When I got off I just kept walking and walking until I found a Mister Cyclops”

Childe sighs and holds his head in his hand, crouching down and places his hands on Teucer’s shoulders “What you did was extremely dangerous, I’m happy to see you, really I am. But just promise you won't ever do that again. Poor Мама must be worried sick”

He clasped his hands behind his back swaying from side to side “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you, I care about your safety, that's all. Just promise to never do that again, OK? If this nice lady hadn’t found you things could have been a lot more dangerous for you. Did you say thank you to her?”

“I promise” The both of them look at you “And thank you Miss. Nice Lady!”

You shook your head “It’s really no bother, I just wanted to make sure he got back to his brother safely” You said, putting on your best performance you could, you were no actress but you had a feeling you were somehow pulling it off.

“I can't thank you enough Miss…?”

“Yulia” you supplied

“Could I trouble you to take care of him for a few more hours? I have some business I need to attend to” He asks

“As long as you’re alright with me taking him to Bubu Pharmacy, I guess I could show him some of Liyue”

“Thank you so much” The receptionist hands him a small pouch of mora, he walks up and hands it to you “Consider this as Teucer’s entertainment fund” He whispers the next bit “Thank you for not revealing anything, he's still too young”

He steps back and turns to the receptionist “Ekaterina, I’ll death with that outstanding debt collection right away”

“But Master Childe wouldn’t it be a little improper to ask you to deal with a debt collection?” Ekaterina asked tentatively 

He shrugged “I made a bet with and agent and I lost, might as well get a littler exercise out of it” 

He walks out, pausing just before he exits “If you need me I’ll be by Qingxu Pool”

You and Teucer took to the streets of Liyue, he flitted around fascinated by the city. 

“Did you know that Anthon thinks the people in Liyue are made of stone. Ajax sent us a letter telling us they were boring old humans” He said, skipping ahead of you. 

You made your way to Bubu Pharmacy to drop off the herbs. You left the package with the new Herbalist Gui

“Let Baizhu know I’ll be in tomorrow for my shift!” You said waving goodbye.

Teucer tugged your hem “I’m hungry!” he whined

“How about we head to Wamin Restaurant? The chef and his daughter are the best cooks in Liyue” 

Teucer nodded enthusiastically and bolted down the stairs, you chased after him “Hey! Wait! You don't know where you're going!”

The boy didn’t seem to care, weaving through the crowds of Liyue without a care in Teyvat. You filled behind, trying to keep track of him. You caught back up to him and steered him across a bridge to another part of the city. 

Teucer scrunched his nose as soon as he stopped “It smells… choking in here”

Chef Mao evidently overheard that was you winced 

He took in stride as he gave a booming laugh “Choking smell? You must be referring to our signature jueyun chillies!”

“Chillies? But… I can’t easy spicy food”

“What do you like to eat, Teucer?” you asked calmly

“Hmmm, something with lots of sugar and extra virgin olive oil!”

You looked at Chef Mao and apologised “I’m sorry, well go find somewhere else that caters to Teucer's tastes”

Chef Mao waved his hand nonchalantly “We can do special requests no problem”

“Are you sure?” you asked slightly taken aback

“Easy work! Go find yourselves a seat”

“Thankyou” You and Teucer chirped

You and Teucer found a free table near the back corner of the restaurant, he scrambled up on the seat and swung his legs, he looked around, clearly fascinated by Liyuean culture. 

“Are you the Yulia that Ajax told us all about in his letters?” 

“S-sorry” you asked, trying not to choke on the sip of water you just had

“You have the same name and you look like the way Ajax described in his letters! Why didn't he know you at the bank?”

You were silent for a second, trying to come up with a good enough lie “Sometimes people in the toy industry have to pretend to not know each other, so when they announce a new toy everyone’s surprise”

A terrible lie but it would have to do but Teucer seemed to buy it judging by the way his eyes lit up. 

You wouldn't believe Childe mentioned you in his letters home, and what was with ‘Ajax’, was that his true name?

“Really! You’re a toy maker too!”

Thankfully one of the waitresses came around with the food, Teucer gave it a suspicious look before taking a small bite with the fork given to him.

“Mmmm! Just how Tonia makes it” He ate the whole meal and licked the plate clean. 

After paying Chef Mao with the money Childe gave you, you promptly left the restaurant.

Teucer already had a look on his face that suggested he knew what he wanted to do next. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an older lady selling kites on the wharf. 

“You wanna go check the kites out Teucer?” You asked

He gave a vigorous nod and bolted off. You were again left to catch up to him. By the time you approached the stall the old woman was giving a Teucer a through explanation of what kites even were

“Snezhnaya is too cold and windy for kites! They would just get stuck in the snow” He said inspecting every single kite “I don't see one of a Mr Cyclops..”

The woman looked confused and you leaned in to whisper “He means a Ruin Guard” She gave you a warm smile in thanks. “I do do custom builds but it’ll be extra and I’ll need a few days to complete it”

You nodded, Childe could always pick it up and send it Snezhnaya, he was paying for it anyway. After haggling for a few minutes you agreed on a price and Teucer looked satisfied knowing that he’ll get a kite soon.

You walked along the harbour marketplace  “Do the people here ever freeze?”

“I don't think it snows in Liyue at all”

“Never?” He asked, confused

“Never” you chucked back, for all his rambunctiousness he was a cute kid. Teucer was distracted again by a fish merchant peddling his wares. 

“Wow! The fish here are so small!”

The merchant looked like he just got slapped “Whose fish are you calling small! I’m trying to run a business”

Seemingly oblivious to the merchants offence he prattled on “The fish in Snezhnaya are double, no, triple the size of this”

You stood back, as much as you wanted to intervene you did find the merchant's annoyance amusing, especially towards a clueless child.

“Are you gonna buy a fish or not?” he seethed, glaring Teucer down

“In Morepesok there are legends of giant fish and it's supposed to be super yummy. I told my big brother about it and he went hunting. A few days later he returned with a giant fish slung over his shoulder. Anthon and me were so happy!” He yapped on

Morepesok, so that's where he's from

The merchant looked just about ready to punt Teucer, sliding in you bent down to Teucer's eye level “How about we go find your brother”

Teucer looked about ready to explode with excitement when you said that. Taking that as a yes, you whisked him away to Qingxu Pool.

 ✧

Approaching Qingxu pool you would see Childe conversing with a blond Fatui agent. A group of pissed off treasure hoarders lingered nearby. 

Childe glazed over looking floored to see you and Teucer approaching, the Fatui agent raised a brow and ignored the two of you. 

“As I was saying, after Signoria’s departure you are the only Harbinger in Liyue. You need to initiate the new recruits. They’re just south of Lingju Pool” He reported in a thick Snezhnayan accent

Childe turned to look down at Teucer “I’m really sorry but I have to work”

Teucer looked about ready to burst into tears “But.. But I just got here”

You placed a hand on his shoulder “Hey, it’s OK, we can go back to Liyue Harbour and look at more toys? Why doesn’t Yulia take you to Wangshu Inn?”

Teucer hung his head, looking utterly dejected “Fine” 

As you started to walk back Teucer broke free of your grip, bolting after his brother. Rushing after him you barely caught up. You had no idea how he was able to run for so long as he weaved through the underbrush and through the ruins. 

Finally catching up to the small child, you caught him peeking over a rock at his brother giving a speech 

“You can't do that!” you forced out trying to catch your breath, ducking beneath the rock with him

“Shhh! I’m trying to hear Ajax speak!” he whispered to you, placing a finger to his lips to emphasise the point

“From this day onwards you will honour the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring victory to Snezhnaya. You shall sweep through the lands like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoar frost of Zapolyarny Palace” He spoke to the newest recruits, inducting them into The Fatui, a smile of passion gracing his face

“Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness and precision. For the trials we face are harsh and our enemies are like..”  Teucer popped his head over the rock and waved. Taraglia looked like lighting had struck him 

“... Like kites and rattle drums. Who shall become reputable foes of Mr Cyclops in the marketplaces of Liyue.” He let out an unsure laugh as the recruits looked around in confusion. 

Teucer nodded as if this was normal “Uh-huh kites are fun too”

“This is of course an analogy, as they say - the marketplace too, is a battlefield” He glanced back over to Teucer and you, you bit your lip trying not to let out a laugh with how absurd the situation was.

“So as your… Sales manager I demand you obey every order. A refusal shall be considered a betrayal and the price of betrayal is to be dishonourably discharged from the…Liyue Institute of Toy Research” He finished the speech with an awkward look on his face

The recruits still looked at each other and Tartaglia in confusion. Muttering among themselves. 

“Forget it. Perhaps some hands-on training will suit us better. After all a strong body is proof of one’s capacity” He says jumping down

Some of the recruits chattered in excitement at the possibility of a Harbinger himself wanting to spar with them personally.

Thinking fast you covered Teucer’s eyes and whispered “Were going to play a game where you have to guess what's going on OK?”

Teucer, seeming delighted at the prospect of a game, eagerly nodded “Alright!”

Tartaglia, still weak from the abyss, took on each new recruit with ease, a master of battle with mere beginners. 

Teucer hummed “He’s showing them how to make a Mr Cyclops isn't he?”

Before you could answer he pried your fingers apart to see what was actually happening.

He stared amazed, focused on Tartaglia’s movements as not a single blow landed on him. After all the recruits had had their turn Tartaglia dismissed them, they signalled off and left for the nearest camp to officially begin their training. 

As soon as he dismissed the recruits he made a bee-line right towards Tartaglia “Ajax! You were amazing”

“Teucer, Yulia, what are you doing here? I thought Yulia had taken you to play at Wangshu Inn” He laughed but he looked at you for an answer. 

“I wanted to see you so I ran away from Yulia” He said proudly

“He’s rather slippery you know, reminds me of someone I already know” You commented 

Childe chucked and Teucer bounced up and down on his toes “I wanna learn to fight like you! I wanna look cool like you”

“Fighting isn't about looking cool, you know. If you want to get better you need to have a reason as to why you're fighting. I’ll teach you but you've got to know why you're doing it”

Teucer gave it a second to think “I want to learn to protect Tonia and Мама and Anthon!”

“That's a good answer, but now you need to go home, Tonia must be worried about you” He said, trying to coax Teucer home in any way possible

Teucer frowned “Only if you do one small thing for me” Cleary resistant to the idea of leaving his brother again 

“And what would that be?” He cocked his head

“I wanna see The Liyue Institute of Toy Research” Childe’s jaw twitched 

“Let’s see, yes, The Institute is just south-east of here isn't it?”

✧

The three of you stood outside the abandoned factory, leaned in and murmured to Childe “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

He murmured back “Dottore abandoned this place a few months ago when he lost interest, it’ll be fine” He said dismissively

You grabbed his arm forcing him to look at you “Do you even know what it’s like inside?”

“Well.. no, but you have me and it's my duty as a brother to protect Teucer.” He spoke to his brother “You ready?”

He pushed his way inside of the factory, Ruin Guards littered the floor. “Ajax, Yulia said that Mr Cyclopes are dangerous”

“Did she now?” He gave you a look and you raised your eyebrow. Your catalyst floated alongside you just in case. “What a silly thing to say. Maybe don’t go repeating that though, your far too young to think about such things” He added tentatively 

“Yeah! Mr Cyclops is my friend and he’ll defeat the bad guys and protect the world” Teucer relied, skipping along the path in delight

“Right. With Mr Cyclops around the bad guys won’t ever hurt you” You said, stepping over a loose arm. Without even replying Teucer ran off to play. The grated door shut behind him. 

“Teucer! Hey! Wait up!” You yelled, voice echoing against the walls

“C’mon there's another way up there” The two of you ran, Childe drew out his bow and activated the hydro monument flooding the empty pool in front of you. You ran and he skated over the short distance. 

A few pyro slimes littered the way to the console, within a few seconds you hand Childe had vaporised them. He pressed the console and opened up the door to meet up with Teucer

“Oh, the door opened! Was that you?” He said, not even bother to look at Childe

“Yeah, Teucer give me a moment I need to make sure everything's -” Before he could finish his sentence Teucer had gone off into the next room. 

He pulled a hand across his face “Maybe I shouldn't have spoiled him so much” he grumbled.

“Let's go, we've got no time to lose”  You made your way carefully to the next room. Steam making it harder to see. 

“These Ruin Guards have all been strung up, I wonder where they're being taken to?” You mumbled, looking at the countless mechanical weapons above you

“I don’t know - but if it's any chance where Teucer is we need to get there before things get ugly” He replied, voice getting tenser. You made it past the elemental slimes and through the metal labyrinth. You saw Teucer’s form through the iron bars. 

Childe called out “Teucer! You see that stone cube over there? I'm going to count to three and were going to press it together. One, Two, Three” The gate ground open and Childe hugged Teucer.

“Are you hurt?” he mumbled into his hair. 

“Hurt? No way this has been so fun!” He grinned

“Fun for you maybe, we've been scared to death” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wait… what's over there.” He takes a step forward “A giant room full of Mr Cyclopes! Is this where he takes his friends when they come to visit?”

Childe sighed, just about done with Teucer’s antics “It is. Impressive isn't it? Now, how about a game of hide and seek?”

“Uhh.. Now? But” Childe cut him off 

“I have a surprise for you” Teucer brightened up “You can look for it later but now you need to close your eyes, turn around and count to sixty” 

“But sixty is a really long time” he whined, obliging anyway. 

You stood next to Childe, preparing yourself for the onslaught. The guards came down, and you drew your weapons. A ring of hydro daggers floated behind you while Childe drew his dual blades. 

“There’s not much time, let's clear this place out” he said to you, you nodded in return

You didn't bother with the theatrics Childe put on as you aimed for the eye plunging through it with your hydro sword. Teucer’s countdown creating unhelpful background noise. 

“Forty-eight, forty-seven forty-six, forty-five...”

You found yourself surrounded by a circle of Ruin Guards advancing towards you, Childe bursts through and takes a few of them down, one approaches him behind his back, you disable it, jumping off one of the disintegrating bodies to end it for good. 

“Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four...”

“Hey! You skipped a few numbers!” Childe exclaimed as he dodged an arm coming down towards him. The ground shook as it made impact. You tried to swallow your growing fear and keep quiet for Teucer’s sake. 

A Ruin Guard nearly hit you, you retaliate, swinging your sword at it blindly. An arrow thrown by Childe hits it and you finish it off. 

“Five, four, three, two…” You use the last second to throw your sword at the mechanical sentinel and rush over to Teucer to block his view. Childe stood alone surrounded by endless enemies.

“One! Are you ready” He asked, ready to play

“Just ten more seconds. Still hiding” he bit out as calmly as he could

“Hmph! Who’s the cheater now? Fine, ten seconds that's all you get” He replied indignantly 

He laughed and turned as a guard was just about to punch him.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

A flash hydro turned to electro as he dashed towards the centre of the room, creating a shockwave that blasted the guards back. His Foul Legacy emerged, jumping up followed by a cape of stars he plunged down destroying everything in his wake.

“Four, Three..”

He landed and looked directly at you, a glint of light emerging from his eye. He dashed off into an unknown corner.

“Two, One! Coming ready or not!” Teucer turned around to see the corpses of the guards laying around in the steam, a few still sparking. He stood in awe before giggling and running to clamber over the guards

“This.. This is everything I ever dreamed of!” He yelled in pure excitement

“This is the surprise your brother prepared for you, what do you think?” You prompted, scrunching your nose at the faint traces of the abyss. 

“I love it! I’m gonna go find my brother!” He sprints off looking behind the guards.

You approached the dark corner Childe was hiding in. You found him slumped against the wall, he peered up at you

“Thank the Tsaritsa you found me first” he coughed. “I don’t know what I would do if Teucer found me like this. It would just about shatter the dreams I’ve worked so hard to build for him”

“You need to get home now” you knelt down in front of him taking his pulse, his skin was cold and clammy and his heartbeat was slow. Using his Foul Legacy form so soon after the last time must have wiped him out.

“No, I can get myself back. J-just get Teucer to the bank. I’ll get one of my agents to take him from there” He coughs again, hacking up that signature black-flecked phlegm. He presses a small figurine into your hands “Give this to Teucer won't you?” 

Reluctantly you stood “Get back safe alright?” 

“I always do” He took a deep breath and stood up shakily. 

“Pinkie promise me” you asked, he gave a small, soft smile and hooked his pinkie with yours. You started the first part of the rhyme “ You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life.”

“You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue so you never lie again. Teucer taught you that?” 

“Yeah…” You glanced to the room seeing Teucer was nowhere near the two of you. He just gave a small laugh and limped back towards Liyue Harbour

You found Teucer still looking around the Ruin Guards mumbling to himself “I can’t find him anywhere.. Where did he go…”

“He already left” you said, walking up to him

“What? Without me?” he said, upset

“A huge number of people wanted to buy Mr Cyclopes. Here he gave me something to give to you” You handed him the small action figure of a Ruin Guard

“Wow! I didn’t know they came in this size. Ajax really is the best big brother ever!” He turned the figurine around in his small hands

You gave him a soft smile “C’mon, don’t you reckon it's time to head back to Snezhnaya?”

 ✧

As soon as you approached the bank a stern Fatuus spoke “Ma’am, young master Teucer, I've been waiting for you. The Lord Harbinger extends his gratitude to you miss. A boat has been arranged to take you back to Snezhnaya young master”

“But what about my brother?” He questioned, sadness lacing his voice

“The Lord Harbinger has instructed me to tell you that you will see him soon in Snezhnaya” He replied coldly, leaving no room for questions. Teucer looks up at you and you crouch down to give him a hug

“Stay safe OK? Let your brother know when you get home” 

“I will! I can’t wait to tell everyone that I finally met you” He let go and stepped back, being led away by the Fatui Agent. You see Childe signal to you out of a shadowy corner. You went over to see him holding himself up with one arm on the wall.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye to him?” You place him arm over your shoulder

“Partings are special moments, I don't want his last memory of me to be of me like this. All haggard and weak. Still… I wish I could have seen him off” He gave a sad smile as he looked down at the red-lacquered wood of the bridge.

You began to escort him back to his apartment. He shook you off and walked a short distance ahead of you. Eventually he unlocked the door and collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. Groaning as he finally let his body rest.

“You told your family about me” You comment, voice flat

“That I did” he mumbled, You felt the rage quell in you, rage that he put you and Teucer in danger like that, that he pushed himself so hard. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm down.

You spoke softly, sitting down on the couch. His head in your lap, you tangled your fingers in his hair gently. A lock of his hair was lighter than the rest, something new.

“Why?” You looked down at him, he looked tired and yet content

“I-I don’t know.” He admitted. He coughed violently. 

“You. Childe, Tartaglia Ajax. Harbinger, Abyssiling, Boy. Are a man of inherent contradictions. You care so deeply about your family's safety and mine to the extent that you had me make contracts with you and yet, you put us in dangers way. You took Teucer and I to an abandoned factory of Dottore’s for what? Your brother's entertainment?”

You took a breath and continued “You told your family about me, what if those letters got intercepted?” You spoke evenly

You looked into his eyes, the purported windows of the soul only to find they were shut. letting nobody in. You realised that he not only contradicts everything you initially stood for, but everything he lived for. He didn’t want to release Osial but he did anyway. He hates the Fatui’s deception but deceives his own siblings. He acts so genuine and yet he wears a mask.

“You could have gotten yourself killed like that” You try not to scold him

“I nearly did, transforming that fast fucking hurts. But it's something I need to do to keep my family safe. The abyss taught me that wrath will always be the cost of protection” He fully relaxed into your lap

“What happened to Ajax, What happened in the Abyss?” You prodded further, no indication of anger in your voice

“Truths you wouldn't want to know, what Celestia did to Khaenri'ah, the roots for my loyalty to the Tsaritsa. Ajax died in the Abyss by my own hand” 

“Then who are you if not a loyal dog to the Tsaritsa, Ajax?” There was a faint glint of light in his eyes as you spoke his true name. 

“I am nothing but her vanguard, without her I am a soul lost in the snow. The boy who clambered out of the abyss and attempted to grasp the gods”

“Ajax isn’t dead is he? Buried somewhere in the snow he still lives and breathes” Your fingers twitch in his hair

“Don't try and crack this mask” He said, not even having the energy to try and be intimidating

“Watch me break it in two” You replied 

Translations! Tres autuem Facies Praenuntius -> Three Faces of the Laughing Harbinger Il n'y a pas de douceur comme ton péché/тогда приходи и купайся в нем, дорогая -> There is no such sweetness as your sin/Then come and bathe in it darling Любовник -> lover

[kiryoutann]

𝐄𝐗! 𝐀𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝟏) ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

MINORS do NOT interact. Warning(s): implied cheating, MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR, abuse of power, GASLIGHTING, alcohol consumption, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP (pls don't settle with someone like this ver of childe in real life!!!!!!), childe sabotaging everything to keep y/n with him, mention of the word "suicide" but no actions, just a description for y/n's frustration.

You know your friends have been talking to you about Ajax for a long time – about how he's a bad man, "he's the exact guy people talk about on Tiktok, baby! the one you should stay away from. Sure, he buys you expensive bags, takes you to nice places, free vacations and five-star hotels, even paying for your college, but that's his way of manipulating you!"

At first, you shrug them off, thinking your girls are just worried, and a little jealous because you're dating THE Ajax.

The crazy, stupid rich Ajax, who is so up there that the casual question he asks some stranger is "Do you ski?" before proceeding to talk about his favorite ski holiday spot and how his family has an estate there in case anyone ever thought about going (and he's gonna give the key for free???).

Around four most expensive and tallest buildings in this city belonged to him, the rest either belonged to his family or one of their assets to run their money with.

He definitely has that laugh that is only limited to the filthy rich.

Ajax is the MOST eligible bachelor of all time, honestly. He has good control over whatever business his family has owned for generations, and he looks good doing it.

Not to mention, he is always well-dressed, quiet-luxury from head to toe. Has a row of cars worth a country, but he's not rubbing it in anyone's face. Humble, down-to-earth guy.

You met him at a socialite party that you and your girls snuck into. Good god, what a contrast—your "nightclub" dress (exactly what you typed on the website) and a sea of people clad in clothes from designer brands whose names you can't even pronounce.

You remember about four or five women scanning you up and down before whispering to their friends "who let these girls in?!?!"

But, then again, perhaps that's what caught Ajax's attention on you.

And while your first meeting and how you ended up dating him is a story for another time, this one isn't.

Despite his "perfection" (money and crazy handsome face), you and Ajax were nominated as the most INSUFFERABLE couple by your friends. On-and-off relationships; one day in the honeymoon phase, the next like adults in crisis threatening to break up.

And the reasons? Because Ajax and his lack of boundaries when it comes to other women always finds a way to make you jealous.

There were many times, but this one—this one was the final.

Your sanity is gradually vanishing, in danger of running out completely. Every second, your breath grows scorching hot—the flames of insanity inching closer. The searing sensation that conquers your chest stands in contrast to your cold stare as your eyes meet those of the ginger-haired man standing in front of you. As if blind, he continues to stand with his lips curled into a stupid smile (or his pretty face is compensation for having little to no empathy).

Ajax, your boyfriend, looks at you mockingly, and you're still unhappy because you saw him being so touchy with an employee. Your gaze flits across his ring-studded digits—the exact same fucking fingers that caressed the dumb bitch's hips.

You're in love, not dumb; at least, not anymore. Ajax can never stand it when a man stands too close to you, always ending with him approaching the poor guy with a smile that reflects anything but friendly—the kind you would see on the cover of a true crime documentary. He should have known you wouldn't like it when you walked into his office and saw the woman hanging to him like a monkey – lips curving shyly, and Ajax doing nothing but smiling back at her as if he was enjoying it (or maybe he DID).

"I told you; she almost fell and I caught her. No need to be so jealous, doll.”

There it is. When you interpret his words as more of a mockery than an explanation (and if it were, it was a very much half-assed one), you know you're not hallucinating.

"Stop trying to gaslight me. I'm not fucking blind, Ajax! You'd fuck her right there if I hadn't walked in!" To hell with self-control; it’s impossible to maintain when another chuckle escapes him. "Oh, you think this is funny?”

Ajax shook his head, still unapologetic. "Sorry, you look adorable."

The audacity of this man????????

Right now, you're unsure of whether to be furious, sad, or strike a knife at his stunning neck. That's THE problem. Ajax takes joy in your suffering—his lips stretch and laughter sprouts in a voice no better than fingernails against a wall. One of these days, you're going to blame yourself; perhaps the reason he acts this way is that you often show the wounds he inflicted as if it's a trophy rather than a disgrace. It is a constant reminder of the power he has over you to watch you burn with jealousy.

But not anymore cause as you shout: “Fuck you, Ajax! We’re done!”

The smile on his handsome face disappeared. A taste of his own medicine. About fucking time.

You walked towards your shared bedroom, He was yelling your name in desperation, but you ignored him. The door swings open. You snatched up a suitcase in a flash and packed it with his stuff. You won't be leaving; Ajax will. He should, at a minimum, vacate the residence and vow to never interact with you again.

“Babe!”

Ajax shouted when you placed his final item of clothing into the luggage. That burgundy shirt feels like fire on your skin. You zipped the luggage before dragging it out of the room. It hit the marble floor with a loud "thud!" sound.

“Babe! You can't be serious!”

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” Your eyes glared at him, both threatening and challenging. "Get your ass out and leave the fuck here!" was yelled.

Before Ajax could reach you, you quickly closed the bedroom door and locked it. He’s banging on it, and you wouldn't mind if he continued doing that all night though. It will be the best-case scenario if Ajax leaves the apartment, swollen on both hands.

Honestly, you thought it would all end there.

Because there's no way Ajax will risk his ego and continue to beg as if he would be homeless if you kicked him out, when he has four other condos in the city that he can stay in before going somewhere looking for new prey, right?

Wrong.

Imagine the shock on your face when you wake up and come out of your room, to find Ex bf! Ajax standing in the kitchen.

And him opening his mouth saying, “Morning, princess. Feeling better now?”

The devil himself was in his usual apron, a white buttoned shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up. He presents a sickening smile that instantly spurs your frustration levels to the absolute apex of your cranium, fury growing at an alarmingly fast pace.

Unfortunately, he lacks the concern to be worried about the expression on your face. His veiny hands flip the pancakes deftly—his morning routine—he remembers you like your pancakes perfectly done, with butter, and lots of syrup.

Your brain is debating whether to commit suicide or homicide right now.

this ended up being a fanfic but in bullet points LMFAO. might be a part 2 soon(???) and i know i said that im gonna put "ex-problem" on ko-fi but since i'm not able to finish it (probably), im just gonna put this here for u guys to enjoy<33 if anyone wants to give me tip for my writing, you know my ko-fi!!

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[ellievenus]

THE FUCKING DRAGON ONE......BITCH.........UR WRITING IN GENERAL......UR M I N D!!!! uuhhh.....can i pls have sum childe content? i want this man to make me bleed and then homoerotically lick it off of me, u can go as far as ud like w/ it! if not childe, i request more kokomi dragon stuff.....have a luvly day, mwah

Childe x GN!Reader

A\N: omg thank u so much for the compliments!! um this went for longer than i thought but hey i hope u like it!

Warnings: blood, blood kink, childe jerks off to seeing you bloody. not proofread!!!

Your sparring sessions with Childe got… intense to say the least. Though you don’t support a vision or a delusion like him, you can still keep up with him and that turns him on more than anything.

The way you glare at him when he gives you a nasty cut on your cheek, your short breathing and your hisses when he clashes with you. It gets him drunk like no liquid ever could, he doesn’t even care about the hard on he has, he can literally cum from just fighting you if you wanna take it that far.

Alas, your body can’t take any more unless he wants to break you, which he doesn’t. At least not yet.

“You were… more intense today, Ajax. What gives?” You ask between short and hurried breaths as you slowly get up from the ground, before you can react you see a flash of purple and you’re on the ground, on your ass with a grunt. “Hey-”

Your words get stuck in your throat when you feel the sharp tip of one of his swords on your chin, the electricity illuminating your features and the crackling is rippling all throughout your body. He’s using his delusion.

You can’t see his expression behind his mask but you can tell he’s enjoying the way you hiss as he presses the sharp tip on your chin and draws blood, the electricity clashing with your blood making you whimper. 

He finally draws his blade away from you with a trembling breath, tossing them on the ground, he straddles you.

“You look so pretty with blood all over you…” is all he could muster while he got his already erect cock out and you could just watch in anticipation and shock as he hissed when the cold air met his cock. You watched him work his shaft, right hand working his dick while the left is smearing the blood from your cut all over your face like he’s painting on a canvas.

His voice low, “gonna look even better when my cum is all over your pretty face- fuck.” He let out a gasp as the cut on your cheek bled a bit more when he pressed his finger on it. Taking his hand off you and tasting your blood, he fastened his pace on his cock and started moaning your name, how perfect you are, how obedient you are how fucking gorgeous you are for him as he came with a whine of your name, all over your clothes and face.

He caught his breath before he leaned down and planted a kiss on your mouth.

[impactedfates]

A Pawn In Chess - Tartaglia x GN!Reader

Summary: A 5 year anniversary for you and your boyfriend, and your gift to him needed to be perfect. Recalling all the happy memories you had together, annoying your friend with how in love you were and perfecting you gift to Childe. But was he truly in love with you in the first place?

Warnings/Extra: Fluff to Angst // My OC is included >:D // As always, slightly ooc Childe probably // Reader lived in Liyue before moving to Snezhnaya // Takes place some time after Sumeru Archon quests, no major spoilers though dw :) // A part 2 might be written.

W.C - 2241

A/N- When I told my friend this was going to be an angst fic, she was quick to not want it…sooo if this gets enough notes I might consider a part 2. I’m actually semi-proud of this fic! :D Some basic info you’ll need to know about the OC I included is that his name is Zakhar and he’s an electro claymore user apart of the Fatui. He was really only added because I didn’t know the personality’s of any other Fatui well enough to write about…(that would fit in the scenario anyways)

"And you're doing this, why?"

Came a tired voice behind you. You turned and your eyes met those of a dark navy. One of your best friends ever since your boyfriend introduced you to his group. Zakhar.

"Because it's our anniversary!"

You replied, sighing and shaking your head at him as if it was common knowledge. Then again, with how lovey dovey you and your boyfriend usually were, you suppose it is common knowledge in the Fatui. You continued to cut up photos in different shapes and sticking them in a mini scrapbook. You were planning to fill a book with all the memories you had with your boyfriend. You absolutely adored him.

You adored Childe.

You adored Tartaglia.

You.Adored.Ajax.

"Doing all this for Lord Tartaglia seems like it'll take awhile...especially with how perfect you want it to be"

Zakhar speaks, moving to stand next to you and look at your work. He was probably one of the first to find out about yours and Ajax's relationship. You rolled your eyes at him as you continued to perfectly and carefully place all the pictures on the current page.

"It's our 5 year anniversary, of course I want to make it perfect"

"I just think that there's no need to be this obsessed with your gift to him"

He shrugs, crossing his arms. You let out a dramatic gasp as you set down the scissors and yet another couple photos you took with Ajax's. Zakhar looks at you amused but lets out a light chuckle. Picking up the photo you set down he studies it for a moment, and before he could even ask anything, you were quick to explain.

"That's when we first met!"

"You took a photo of when you two only just met?"

"Yes, and it was cute okay!"

You reply, snatching the picture out of his hands with a fake pout, you carefully cut it into a heart. Although you may not believe in love at first sight, you can say that's what you felt when you first met him. Of course it took much longer than that for you to develop feelings for him. You can still remember that day clearly, you had just returned from a trip from Fontaine when you met him and you were more than happy to tell your friend all the details.

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"Hey, wait up!"

Came a carefree voice. You turn and are met with blue eyes gazing into your own eyes. You raise your eyebrow at him. You studied his appearance a bit, definitely not clothing you'd see in Liyue, perhaps someone visiting? Still you stopped walking and waited for him to run up to you. He stood beside you and grinned at you.

"Thanks comrade, the names Childe. What's your name?"

"Childe? An odd name but...my names [Name]"

Childe held out a hand to you, urging you to take it, you looked curiously at him but took it anyways. There was something up with the man next to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“So [Name], fancy hanging out with me for a bit? I’m new to this Nation of Contracts, and~ having such a cutie like yourself being my tour guild would make my stay more bearable no?”

You looked at him for a bit, slightly surprised at the compliment but shrugged it off. You also shrug off that he seemed to be lying about being new to Liyue. Was this his way of flirting?

He stared back and it was clear he was getting nervous after such a long silence.

“Actuallyyy, if you don’t want to you don’t ha-”

“Sure, I have time. But you better make it worth my while”

Childe looked at you for a second then grinned. He pulled out his Kamera and gestured to you to come closer. You looked at him confused and curious, and it seemed he sensed it as he quickly explained he wanted to take a picture to capture this memory.

You laughed softly at the ginger's antics before agreeing, once he took the photo, he handed a copy of the photo to you before running off. Yelling that he’d meet you here the next day at 8.

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“That was a cute meeting?”

Zakhar asked judgmentally, looking at you with an almost deadpan expression. He clearly did not find anything about the meeting cute.

“Him failing at flirting and you find that cute?”

You nod matter of factly with a grin, before waving him off. He wasn’t there so how would he know how cute Childes' expression was when he attempted to flirt with you? He wouldn't know how cute it was when his face lit up when you agreed to be his ‘tour guide’.

Zakhar rolled his eyes, his eyes scanned the assortment of photos still around your desk. Ignoring the paper scraps, scissors and stickers also on it. He studied the photos that had yet to be added.

“What’s that one?”

He pointed at a picture of you and Childe. You eyes glanced over at the one he was pointing at and your eyes softened. It was a picture of you and Childe outside a restaurant in Snezhnaya. His arm wrapped around your waist as he grinned at the Kamera, you were covered in his scarf, a bright smile also on your face.

“Our first date, he took me to Snezhnaya and asked me on a date, confessed to me after dinner as well”

“Shouldn’t confessions be before the dinner date?...Wait, wasn't this also after you found out about his actual job?”

“Well…yes actually, it was…but I’ve known Ajax for awhile now that I suppose I didn’t care…and also he confessed before and after the date”

You state a dreamy look in your eyes, ignoring the look on the electro user's face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly confused at how you were so willing to ignore your boyfriend's occupation. You don’t even notice however, as you recall how the date went.

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“[Name]!!”

You turn and see Childe running up to you, you shiver a bit due to the cold and wrap your coat around you more. Smiling at him as he walks over.

He took notice of your shivering and was quick to wrap his scarf around you.

“I’m used to the cold, don’t worry”

He reassured you, before taking your hand and walking with you to a fancy restaurant. You two chatted a bit, and deep down you could tell Childe, or at this point, you knew him as Tartaglia now. He was glad you didn’t seem to care about his status as a Fatui Harbinger.

Though in all honesty, you also wondered how you didn’t figure it out quicker. Especially after finding out what he did in Liyue. Then again you were in Fontaine when it all happened and no one was talking about it when you came back.

Eventually you arrive at the restaurant, and Tartaglia, like the gentleman he is, opened the door for you and even pulled out a chair for you to sit on when you both entered.

The dinner was amazing, and Tartaglia was more than happy to pay, as you two walked out. He walked you home, or atleast to the hotel you were staying at. And as you arrived, he was about to turn and leave. “Wait, Tartaglia”

He turned and hummed in response, you took out your own Kamera and held it up.

“Can we…take a picture?”

He chuckled a bit and walked over, wrapping his arm around your waist and grabbing your Kamera.

“A picture to remember our first date? You’re rather cute aren’t you love?”

He speaks, placing a kiss on your forehead before snapping a picture of the two of you, however you don’t miss the soft voice of his as he mutters.

“I love you”

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“Oi…Oi!”

Came a voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. Fingers snapping in front of you also brought your attention back to your friend who’s been trying to gain your attention after you started daydreaming.

Your cheeks flushed embarrassed as you scratched the back of your head with a small smile.

“Sorry-”

“Whatever, are you nearly done now? Childes meeting with the other harbingers should be finished soon, then you can give him your gift”

Zakhar states, crossing his arms, eyeing the remaining pictures. Your eyes widened in surprise and glanced at the clock. He was right, you better finish soon if you wanna meet with Ajax after his meeting. He was bound to be tired.

After a bit of begging you managed to convince Zakhar to help you finish the scrapbook. Once it was completed you hugged the book to yourself and happily walked alongside Zakhar to the Fatui headquarters.

“Did I tell you the day I met Ajax's family?”

“Please stop getting all nostalgic-”

“Well!”

You completely ignored his wishes as you started telling him about the day. How his siblings instantly loved you, his parents took a bit to warm up to you, helping with dinner and the proud face Ajaxs had when he watched you get along with his family.

This was the day you learnt of his real name. He allowed you to call him by Ajax, which should’ve been probably something that’s to be expected when you’re dating someone. Yet you felt so honoured he trusted you enough with said name.

You continued talking about what happened when you stayed with Ajax's family for a week. The crafts you made with his younger siblings, the talks you had with his older siblings and the uneasy tension you had with his parents before they warmed up to you. How you two shared a bed. It was clear you were very in love with Ajax. And it was also clear Zakhar was growing tired of it.

“And then-”

“Shhh”

He put his hand over your mouth to stop you from speaking any more. Using a free hand he rubs his temples and looks at you before gesturing that you’ve arrived. You were so caught up with your retelling of memories you didn’t realise you talked about it all the way to the front door of the Harbingers meeting room.

You patiently waited outside, the scrapbook still hugged to your body as you waited for everyone to file out of the room. As the Harbingers left, some ignored you while others gave you a nod of acknowledgement. Ajax was the last to walk out, wearing his large coat.

“Ajax!”

Your eyes didn’t fail to see how he winced as you called out to him. You weren’t being too loud were you? You shake your head, he was probably tired from the meeting.

You walked up to him and were about to hand over the scrapbook when Ajax glared at you.

“What are you doing here [Name]?”

He asked, his tone differed from his usual carefree ones. And it definitely didn’t escape yours or Zakhars attention.

“I…wanted to see you…it’s our anniversary?”

“Right…our anniversary…”

Ajax speaks, nodding. He seems lost in thought, you were about to speak up when he raised a hand to stop you.

“[Name], I think we should break up”

“...Sorry?”

Ajax looked at you, it was clear to you that he wasn’t joking. Did you do anything to make him want to break up with you? Now that you recall, he was starting to get distant since a week ago.

“I…have no use for you anymore…look, I’m not going to continue dragging this relationship on when I never had any feelings for you…you were simply…”

“A pawn in chess?”

Zakhar asks, raising an eyebrow as he walks over to the two of you, having listened in. Ajax pauses before slowly nodding, going to explain more.

“[Name] was…a key to get information on someone that made enemies with us…”

“And you thought the best way to do that was to pretend you liked them? To act as if you two were a happy couple. I don’t mean to judge Lord Tartaglia but that doesn’t seem like a good reason”

You stood there for a bit, clutching the scrapbook in your hands still as Ajax and Zakhar argued. Your mind was trying to process.

So Ajax just came up to you so he could get information on an enemy of the Fatui?

So Tartaglia only took you on a date to act like he truly loved you, so that you trusted him?

So Childe only brought you to meet with his family to act like he trusted you.

Your lips thinned as you dropped the scrapbook and ran off, gaining the attention of the 2 Fatui members.

“[Na-”

“You have no right to try and call after them now”

Zakhar glared, before running after you. Due to being in the Fatui for a while, he easily caught up to you, finding you crying. And although he wasn’t all too good at comforting someone, he still took you back home and tried his best to calm you down. Taking care of you until you fell asleep.

Meanwhile with Childe, his eyes glanced at the book you dropped, picking it up he flicked through it and felt his heart clench. You made a book filled with the memories you had with him, a book meant to show all the happy times you had with him.

Yet it was only a book of lies now.