#childe sfw

[witch-hazels-musings]

My Dearest Hazel,

It had been quite some time since our last correspondence, I apologize for that. Many things had changed for the better, some overwhelming, others miniscule.

My residence had switched from the amber leaves of Liyue to the clear blue lakes of Fontaine, for starters. Perhaps this is why your letters, if you had sent some, had not reached my new residence. Fear not, I shall let you know briefly of the new address you may send them to!

There were many trials and tribulations that we had encountered in the Nation of Justice--Getting used to Operatic Trials, learning the many different pathways of Fleuve Cendre, and learning how to explore the vast waters along with the creatures in it. The first time Childe had encountered one of the Local Legends, let me tell you how absolutely giddy he was at the challenge presented to him, I swear that man...

Speaking of him, once more I shall need your help in perhaps a dabble of witchery for this man's own good. Childe had encountered such troublesome things upon our arrival, you'd swear that he is a magnet for misfortune, tsk, tsk.

As such, I shall help you pick out what you need for the ritual, as per usual.

A dash of Black Torumaline, a pinch of Dalmation, and perhaps a spoonful of Wormwood to help balance out this man.

Attached to this letter is the mora for your service (do tell me if your rates had increased, I shall send another to cover the missing expenses!) and hopefully, I shall await your good reply just like old times.

Your friend from afar, F----

Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Dalmatian stone (loyalty, family), Wormwood (nightmares)  Childe x Gn Reader | Protection Ritual  Warning: nightmares (childe wakes from one), very fluffy, angst/comfort (extra dose on the comfort), childe's real name used

The cool air caressed your skin - gentle, lapping ripples of mountain streams, chilled by falling snow. You adjusted in bed and pulled the blankets around you, but before settling again, a strange noise drew your attention. 

A soft whimper, heavy breathing. The bed jerked, creaked. You rose, shivered at the rudeness of the night, and peered into the darkness of the bedroom. Another sharp breath and the room became washed in amber and shadows. 

Childe was on his back, one hand resting on his bare chest, the other twitched at his side. He turned his head away from you, then back, and bore pain on his face as he did so. Knitted brows, disheveled hair against a sweaty forehead, feathering jaw stopping only when he parted his lips to take in a quick breath. He mumbled something but you couldn’t make it out. 

“Ajax,” you called to him quietly but he didn’t respond. He just fidgeted, his fingers pressing into his stomach as his chest rose and fell like tormented waves. You twisted and slid your hand along his tense, twitching forearm until your palm covered the back of his scarred hand. “Ajax,” you said, whispered near his head as you pressed your face near his temple and ran your fingers through his hair. 

Whatever plagued him seemed to get worse. He turned into you and you could feel his breath against your skin. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your fingers around his hand and squeezed, brushed his hair from his forehead, and murmured reassurances near scrunched eyes. 

His body jerked and he pulled away from your face fiercely, his eyes wide and shimmering. Every muscle in his body went tense at the same time, his fingers like a vice-grip as he held your hand against his chest. 

“You’re okay, it’s okay,” you said calmly as you held his eyes while he searched for clarity in the torrent. “It was a dream. Just a dre-” Childe cut you off by pulling you against him. His arm coiled around your waist, desperate fingers digging into your back as his face buried itself in the crook of your neck. He was trembling. 

You’d seen him have nightmares before. Found him awake and standing next to the window, sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. Always alone, disconnected. At first, you thought it better to let him be. To leave him to settle in the ways he had before you entered his life but after the third time, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay in the warmth of a bed he was unable to lay in. 

So you moved to him, carefully, tenderly, slowly. 

He seemed surprised by your action. Almost in disbelief when you stepped in between the clouded blue window so you could cup his face. He tensed then too. His shoulders, his back, his hands. As if he were a wounded animal trying so hard to hold back the violence lying in wait. 

“Go back to bed,” he said, his voice strained and tight.  “I will when you do,” you replied, passing your fingers under his tired eyes.  He smirked and looked back to the window. “It might be a while,” he said in his usual, laid-back tone but you could feel the edges of his words and how they were laced with bitterness. You wondered then how many nightmares he had suffered through unaccompanied.  “Then I’ll wait.” Childe met your eyes, searched them as if looking for a break in your resolve. But you had none. “For as long as it takes. I’ll be here.” Childe’s eyes flickered back to the window. He breathed, swallowed, and then reached for you. Embraced you in a wash of blue, held you in the quiet of the evening and you held him back. For as long as he needed, you stayed with him and spoke nothing of the warm drops of water that fell against your arm. 

To Childe, the 11th Harbinger, nightmares were as common as the rising sun. But he rarely let them command him, so, when they did, when the bearable became too heavy, you vowed to carry the extra weight - however you were able. 

You pressed your cheek against the top of his head and wiggled your arm until you could drag your nails along his scalp, through his wild locks, and over his ear. “I’m here,” you said against him, hummed them like a song in the still air. “I’m here, Ajax.” 

Childe slid his arm out from under you so he could hold you tighter, closer. Your leg found warmth between his, your arm slipped beneath his neck and coiled to hold his head against your chest. And he turned into you, became lost in you as you reeled him in. 

The warm light filled the room as if it were fighting to keep the shadows at bay but, little did you realize, you were the same. In the darkest spaces of Childe’s mind, you were the barrier, the holder of life and brightness. Where once his world was saturated in hues of deep, midnight blue, you managed to bloom, and now, when the murk threatens to swallow him all he has to do is call out your name and there you are, blinding and radiant to guide him home. 

For you my dear friend, I see nothing other than the two of you. Love and adoration that holds no equal. Should there be a more perfect match for him, I dare the stars to show me - for it will always be you <3

To Ajax's wife, and my darling love, F.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[sleeplessv0id]

does anyone else love stickers but never use them because you're too afraid to waste them.

[pink-crayon-princess]

"I'm babey n I like to snuggle my stuffies n play tea party" that's awesome sometimes but who's going to build a littlest pet shop dictatorship and overthrow it with me. who's going to play orphans escape the witch in the woods with me. who's going to fight to the death during sharks and minnows with me.

[littletism]

sometimes regression/inner child healing is indulging in the things you enjoyed as a kid, even if they weren't actually child friendly.

i'm a 2000s kid who grew up with the internet, and you know darn well i was NOT supervised! i watched some insane stuff on youtube as a really young kid. and you know what? i go back and watch them sometimes, and it actually does help me regress.

one of my favorite youtube series as a young kid was called "is it a good idea to microwave this?" and it's exactly as it sounds. lots of crude humor, lots of swearing, lots of things exploding in microwaves. but every time i rewatch the series i can't help but feel like i'm 7 again, laughing at these silly guys putting silly things in their microwave.

this is why i get kinda bent outta shape when people say non-kid friendly media doesn't have a place in age regression when it absolutely does. some of us grew up with crude adult humor, and thus it helps us regress when we go back and watch it! and i think that's extremely valid.

[pawtrolling]

stars, stars, stars 🌟🪐

requested by @bugeyedcherry ♡

☆ requests are open!

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ You invite them to live in your Serenitea Pot

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe 

After prolonged years of adventuring, traveling, and battling, you decided it was the appropriate moment to invite your partner to your Serenitea Pot. It’s like inviting a significant other to move in with you, right? You are delighted, and even though your beloved is acting honored and calm on the outside, little do you know - he is secretly screaming with victory on the inside. 

✧ A tender smile graced Pierro’s cold expression. The first time you spoke about him taking residence along with you in your Serenitea Pot mansion, The Jester's inner machination was already planning a wedding. He loved you, with every fiber of his being. And whether you decide to live in the grand Snezhnayan Palace or somewhere private, it won’t hinder his plans to spoil you as his beloved.

It was all according to plan. You wake up, breakfast is already prepared. You start your day, the house is already cleaned. You wish to rest, his arms are already open.

He took his duties as a resident of your humble abode as if he were the househusband of this home. All matters were taken care of by him. And the fact that you two are already leading a private life together like a proper couple ignited his cold demeanor with softheartedness. It suited him; the commotion of the Fatui and Snezhnayan delegations were far away from you two. And with no peering eyes, the Fatui Director was busy with so many thoughts about your future: making your home better, showing himself as a man who would coddle you all day long, choosing a ring for you…

“Dear? You are deep in thoughts again,” - You called out suddenly, your gentle voice breaking his train of vehement thoughts. “I told you, you’re here to rest, not overwork yourself with chores!”

“Ah, my apologies. It seems I was lost in my mind once more. You know my habit of preparedness is often prevalent.”

✧ The honorable Il Capitano went silent the first time you invited him, and his pitch-black helmet did not provide any clues to his already stoic body language. At first, you hesitated. Perhaps he did not feel comfortable taking such an importan-

Next thing you know, the mighty captain is kneeling in front of you, his head hung low in utter reverence. “It would be my greatest honor to receive your blessings. I shall conduct myself with utmost obedience in your domain.”

“Goodness gracious, It’s just my house, Capitano! Not the Tsaritsa’s throne!” 

After much convincing and assurance, you finally had The First of the Harbingers in your dwelling. In the beginning, you pondered, what a man of his caliber would do in his private time. Perhaps more training, or planning for battles? You decided to create a separate area for weaponry storage and training duels. After all, you wanted to be considerate.

To your surprise, Capitano never brought his “work” in the privacy of your home. Instead, he treated you to some of the best home cooking in the seven nations. With a broad outdoor area like your Serenitea Pot, Il Capitano finally managed to flex his grilling skills. You never knew BBQ grilled vegetables could taste so heavenly. And on colder nights, he preferred some home baking.

“Who would’ve thought the strongest man in Teyvat relished such a peaceful routine when he’s at home,” - You teased him once. Feasting like a monarch with his cooking, you have your cherished prepare the best food and provide the strongest cuddles - what else would you need?

“I would never bring you the turbulence of war to the footsteps of your home. After all, mundanity is a luxury that the common folk cannot comprehend.”

✧ When Il Dottore moved in with you - he became an absolute menace to your mental well-being. The upper floor of your manor was entirely occupied for his scholarly needs. From your library to your study; the upper rooms were regaled, making a mini makeshift lab filled with vials of obscure chemicals or too-long-to-read medical names.

But that was not the main issue at all. The greatest conundrum was that Dottore considered your privacy as our privacy. According to him, the Serenitea Pot was a private residence, secluded from the turmoil of the world’s idiocracy. Any temporary visitors would receive a nasty glare from him whenever they stayed. This was his confidential sanctuary with you, not theirs. And in his private time, when it’s only you and him in the house, the Doctor would forget that people often get dressed after a shower - because he would exit the bathroom wearing only a towel around his hips, and keep waltzing around your room like it’s nothing.

“...Uh? Please dress first, Dottore.”

“Very well.”

“Not here!!!”

Nevertheless, you managed all that. What you didn’t manage, however, is how Dottore took the most amount of space in bed. Your bed, mind you. Before he joined your travels, you created a comfy bedroom in your Serenitea Pot, a separate, quiet setting for your favorite mad scholar. Alas, every night you peacefully went to bed, only to wake up with a figure wrapping his arms tightly around your midsection, taking half of your bed.

Today was one of those days. The blankets were a mess, some had fallen to the floor. You feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic in your own bed, something nudging you to almost fall off. You already knew the culprit of your situation - Dottore. He was dozing off comfortably behind you, his arms sleepily thrown around your form, glued to your torso.

You whined groggily, trying to get away - “... You have your own bed. Stop pushing me.”

“Shush. Come here.” - Dottore's arms encircled around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. “It’s our bed now.” 

It seems The Doctor didn’t take long to feel at home. Oh well. The only way to deal with this was to use him as a mattress from now on.

✧ At first, you hesitated to invite Scaramouche to your Serenitea Pot. It was still a work in progress, and not all areas were refurbished or prepared. Yet surprisingly, it was he who opened the discussion of a joint dwelling. Perhaps it was his instinct to keep you closer, to be certain of your safety in his arms.

After asking and discussing, you were pleasantly surprised when the Balladeer stated: “I do not expect you to build a palace. I will help you with the renovation. You can ask for my help.”

And so he did. You felt timid with your emptied Serenitea Pot, yet The Harbinger took it upon himself to aid you. He worked with you on where the house should be, and what type of garden or entrance should accompany it. There was something about his serious gaze whenever he discussed with you the matters of home. As if some old memories were reemerging.

“It doesn't matter. We won’t clutter the place, as a busy environment becomes a nuisance. The less one has - the better.”

With a profound touch of contemplation and minimalism, You and Scaramouche managed to plan an elegant abode. It was simple, yet perfectly maintained - with the best aspects of Inazuma and other foreign nations in the craftsmanship of the furniture. You were surprised but content. You even went as far as to ask your beloved whether he wanted a more traditional Inazuman style for this private dwelling but he strictly rejected it.

He didn’t want any more memories of his “birthplace” to resurface. Not in a place that will be private for you two.

So here you were, giddy with excitement as the interior of your manor was settled and ready. The bedroom was cozy and comfortable, a perfect place to lounge and rest. The Harbinger would groan whenever you tugged and pulled him to sleep next to you. 

“If you move once in your sleep, I’m pushing you off the bed.” 

You promised him you wouldn’t. But it was he who relented and held you close to his chest during the night. He did not need a home or a safe haven from the cruel world; You were already his home. 

✧ Bring in the fine china, and roll out the red carpet - because Pantalone was coming over to your Serenitea Pot. You know that your sweetheart has a manor pricier than Mondstadt’s entire GDP, with fancy knick-knacks and luxuries. But as a couple, it was always Pantalone who insisted on you living with him, since he could spoil and pamper you after long travel expeditions. In his manor, you can simply have everything you ever desire. 

But today was a grand occasion. You decided to invite him to your humble home, even if you had little to impress him with. The Harbinger was ecstatic, this was a step he desired and longed for. Should he dress formal-casual or more extravagant? No, no. His hair must be well-kept. Perhaps he should bring an expensive bottle of Fontainian wine… The evening must end flawlessly. It’s his first night in your home, for crying out loud. An evening designated to culminate with lovely cuddles in your bed, lavishing you with kisses or more. 

Upon entering your cozy home, all his worries dissipated after you embraced him in your usual jovial way. You proudly displayed your manor, tugging at his hand and pulling him closer. Mirroring your pride, he stood analyzing each item or furniture as if it were a priceless relic in a museum.

“Ah, yes. I see this must be a traditional Inazuman doll, one used in ancient arts and rituals.”

“Oh, these round things? This is just a tanuki daruma… They bounce funny.”

“And I see this figurine must be imported as well, my dear? A marvelous craftsmanship of wood and carvings. Interesting.”

“This is just a wooden figurine of an Aranara” - you smiled proudly.

“I like your funny words, darling.” 

✧ If Tartaglia never invited you over to his family home back in Snezhnaya, you would’ve thought this man was homeless. The 11th often stayed in your Serenitea Pot, always giddy yet conscientious. Whenever you wished for any help around the house, his sleeves would roll up and the apron was on; all you had to do was ask, and you shall receive.

Thus, the two of you would help each other. If you were cooking, then he would do the laundry; all chores were equally divided. Childe was naturally hardworking, and you loved him for his dedication to the house. It always felt warmer and cozier whenever he stayed, and you made sure to display your appreciation throughout the day by providing kisses to the cheek or gentle caresses to his hair.

Who wouldn’t be thrilled when their beloved greets them home and kisses them on the cheek? Now that he is residing in your private adeptal realm, it makes him look forward to returning home even more. To be back from a mission, only to kiss you, pick you up, and squeeze you lovingly in his arms.

Alas, despite his domestic joy, he was also becoming restless. Such a huge realm, you could have a whole area for dueling or training an army here. Therefore, he would start nagging at you throughout the day, asking you to join him.

“Come now, sweetheart! Just a quick morning stretch!” - He said from the living room’s doorway.

“Oh, I know! How about we make a shooting range outdoors and see who’ll get the most bullseye.” - his voice rang from downstairs.

“Or a one-on-one sparring match. That will get the blood flowing.” - he even stood behind the bathroom door, still imploring you through closed doors.

All this and more persisted. Even in the early morning, when your eyesight barely adjusted to the sunlight, the first thing you’d see is him leaning over your shoulders “Perhaps we can-” 

“Nope,” - you intercepted, albeit sleepily. Pulling him closer to bed, you made sure he went still in your arms. “No fighting. Only cuddles...”

“Oh? Is that your form of a challenge, darling? Be prepared, because I won't back down.”

[plastic-rainbows]

Connect with your inner child this spring. Run through the grass in your bare feet. Draw with sidewalk chalk, use every color of the rainbow. Have a picnic with all your favorite fruits. Make crowns from the wildflowers around you. Stay out late enough to watch the sunset. Dance underneath the stars in the moonlight. Be unapologetically yourself 🌷🌿

[mintyscuriocabinet]

Minty's Affirmations For My Fellow Boy Regressors (Cis, Trans and Everywhere in Between)

💙 It's okay to regress.

💙 It's okay to have 'girly' interests.

💙 It's okay to cry.

💙 It's okay to prioritise your self care.

💙 It's okay to feel vulnerable.

💙 It's okay to set boundaries.

💙 You will be okay.

Kink blogs, this is not for you.

[tinybabiebear]

imagine having a regression nursery, a place where no one can judge you or tell you that you’re wrong.. equipped with either a fun kids bed like a princess bed or a car racer bed, or a crib. a mobile safely there for you, crib accessories, comfy blankets and stuffies to kiss you goodnight. glowing stars stuck neatly along the ceiling, tiled foam mat on the floor. shelves full of pacis, bottles, sippies, diaps, toys all there organized for your comfort. it smells like your comfort scent and your comfort show is always playing. it’s safe, all for you.

[kodaswrld]

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[tinylullabies]

🧸ྀི being bottle fed , drowsy gaze as you rest on your carer , soft coo's as you drift off , gentle words echoing in your head as you fall into dreamland "sweet dreams ◞ sweet one." . . . ☁️🌈

[bucketnspade]

🍼🍪☁️ Lil moodboard, no theme but it ended up being a very cinnamoroll based one. ☁️🍪🍼

[child safe interaction only]

[mochiipudding]

[littletism]

　new versions of my bluey healing/recovery userboxes . . . ♪

♡ with easier to read text/colors !

　free to use . . credit only if you repost ♪

[pawtrolling]

the creek is beautiful

[lilsag3]

i love cups