#genshin enemies to lovers

[cloudseeker14]

Frantic Desire (Childe x Fem!Reader)

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Summary : After a one night stand with the woman he can barely tolerate that seems to linger in Childe's memory, what will he do when he sees her again at an official party?

Warning : Making out, some sexual themes, slight swearing

Pairing : Childe x Fem!Reader

Genre : Romance (a bit spicy thought), Enemies to Lovers

a/n : Hello! I've never left notes like this before, but I just wanted to thank you all for the support you've shown for my previous works. Reading some of your comments have truly made my day and I hope this post is able to make yours too.

Childe had never hated anyone as much as the woman he’d caught at corner of his eye.

He’d spotted her across the ballroom, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered across her face. As a harbinger, she seemed to fit perfectly in the background of the ball in the Tsaritsa’s honour.

The party had been a bore, filled with mundane remarks and courtesies. But his eyes hadn’t left her for an instant and he certainly hadn’t failed to see the how she’d spared him a few subtle glances.

The damned woman had been tormenting his mind for countless nights, caressing him softly with phantom touches.

Touches that left him panting for more as he clutched his bed with the moon as his sole witness.

Y/N could feel the eleventh harbinger’s eyes piercing into her back. She almost scoffed at the ludicrous display of hatred, how could a single man be so obvious?

The musicians burst forth with violins and the music began to pick up pace as it blasted through the ballroom. In a sudden spark of courage, Childe began to walk towards her, insults ready at the tip of his tongue.

“Leave me alone, some of us actually are busy and have matters to attend.”

Of course, Y/N, the Tsaritsa’s personal favourite would respond with such coldness. Childe tilted his head, trying to restrain the thoughts that were threatening to spew from his lips.

He wanted to taint her, ruin her and see that facade of indifference burn to ashes.

“Is that so, comrade? I couldn’t help but notice you sulking in the corner for the past while. Perhaps that’s why you seem even more sour than usual, can’t handle not being the Tsaritsa’s lapdog for a single night?”

“Of course not, unlike you, I don’t have to prance around like a jester to retain my position, considering that I have the needed prowess for a harbinger.”

Childe’s jaw clenched and he sucked in a harsh breathe.

“What are you even here for? Came to beg for a dance, have you?”

Childe didn’t know what spurred him, but he couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Would you like it if that was the case?”

He relished the shock that swept through her face.

“Bold of you to assume that I’d accept.” She replied, regaining her wits.

Childe closed the gap between them, shielding the galling Y/N from prying eyes. “Sure weren’t this cocky a few nights ago, were you?”

It was a tangled mess of limbs as Childe felt his shirt being ripped off.

“As eager as always, hm?” Childe said, hissing as Y/N dug her nails into his back.

“Be a darling and shut your mouth for once.”

Childe pushed her off, crossing his arms over his bare chest; a playful glint in his eyes. “One more vile remark and you’re getting nothing.”

She leaned in close, bringing herself close to his ear. “We both know you want this as much as or even more than me.” She whispered, leaving a sultry kiss on his neck, smearing her red lipstick on his skin.

“Then say it.”

“God, do you ever know when to be quiet.”

“Say the truth.”

“And pray tell, what is this truth?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, growing more impatient by the minute.

“That you know tonight is more than some spontaneous decision with no strings attached.”

Y/N grabbed his face and for a fleeting second, she could tell that if she asked him to, he might do anything she’d ask.

“Then beg for it.”

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pleading to be touched.” Y/N chortled.

Childe flushed, embarrassment rising within him. “Why you-''

Before he could complete his words, she grabbed him by his black tie, tugging him closer to her. Childe stared at the emerald necklace that adorned her neck, light reflecting of it in a plethora of colours. He couldn’t help but wonder how his hands would look in its place instead.

“That night was nothing else other than carnal entertainment .” Y/N muttered, glancing around the vicinity. “Though I’m not sure if you’re as confident about that as I am.” “Keep up with haughty attitude and one day, I might just end up putting you in your place.”

“You chose to come up to me right now.” The corners of her lip pulled into a grin. "Seems to me as if you're desperate for my undivided attention."

Childe clenched his teeth in frustration. "I'm a harbinger like you, show me some respect."

"Make me."

Red seared Childe's vision as his breaths came out shallow. His fists shook and his head throbbed with rage.

"Aw, are you getting all angry?" Y/N cooed, placing her hand atop his chest. "Oh my, you seem to be getting all worked up over a few words."

She paused, pushing him aside. "You've grown weak, Childe. How pathetic."

A huge thud echoed through the ballroom as Childe slammed her against the wall, trapping her in between his arms. Whispers ran through the horde of guests as an awed silence fell upon the crowd.

She dug her nails into her palms, embarrassment clouding her head.

Y/N swung his arm away. "I have to apologize for my friend, I think the drinks really got to his head. Please, don't bother yourselves with us and enjoy the night." She chuckled nonchalantly

Childe remained silent as the guests broke out into giggles, the thought of a drunken acquaintance bringing forth a bout of humor.

The party began to pick up its momentum and the people returned back to the food, drinks and entertainment. Y/N whirled around before dragging Childe out of the ballroom, her silk dress trailing behind her.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She hissed, running her fingers through her hair.

The cold wind whipped against their faces and Y/N involuntarily shuddered. As though it was second nature to him, Childe removed his coat and gently placed it atop her shoulders. The woman's eyes widened and she let out a huff. Nevertheless, she clutched his coat and wrapped it around herself.

Childe didn't know what was wrong with him. Every single rational thought within him was screaming at him to get away, that no good would come from this.

Yet a small part of him wanted to know what it felt like. To know how it would feel to take her right there, clasp her hand in his as he ravaged her. Maybe even adore and cherish her.

"Stop looking at me like that." She mumbled

"Like what?"

"Like you love me."

She was of noble blood, the Tsaritsa's right hand and lowering herself to a man of a lineage as inconsequential as the dust beneath the soles of her shoes would be a disgrace to everything she stood for.

But she couldn't control the way all the values that had been ingrained in her came crashing down or how her self restraint hung from a thread every time she looked into those sky blue eyes.

Childe guffawed and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Why would I? After all, it's just 'carnal entertainment', is it not?"

"Then why don't you engage me with it? It's not like the party is very amusing, is it?"

Childe grabbed her by the hips, leaning closer. ""Look who's begging now."

They were in too deep now, lost within the mess they'd made. Regardless of how far they ran, how much they tried to avoid it, some invisible string; perhaps of fanatical lust, fate or even inexplicable love kept tugging them back in.

His lips collided with hers, body relaxing at the familiarity of it all. Her hands clung to his shirt as if reaching out for something to tether herself.

The lines between right and wrong, morality and sin seemed to blur. Anyone could be watching them, feasting their eyes upon such a scandalous sight.

Yet, they didn't care, too far gone in their fervorous longing.

The eleventh harbinger pulled away and his teeth grazed Y/N's neck as the wind ruffled his hair. To her horror, Y/N couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips.

"Accept it." Childe groaned, inhaling her perfume, intoxicating his senses.

"Accept what?"

"That you want me."

It didn't matter what she'd been taught. The irrevocable feeling in her heart had grown far too big to be contained.

"You're the only one I could ever want."

Childe smiled, not snarkily like when they fought, but of genuine joy and Y/N could have sworn the stars seemed to dim in comparison to it.

One more night couldn't hurt anyone, right?

[strxnged]

CHILUMI: # a chasmic mistake.

— teaser and table of contents.

summary. lumine is determined to bring the eleventh harbinger down after his crimes against liyue harbour, but the ends to which she will follow him are tested when he descends into the chasm. how much longer will her anger hold up, and how much longer is childe going to tease her for it?

word count. ~20.8k. genre. adventure, enemies to lovers.

posting schedule. every friday starting july 7th, 2023. NOW COMPLETE.

I -- descent. 3.4k II -- establishment. 5.1k III - protection. 2.8k IV - envy. 4.2k V -- notion. 2.5k VI - defense. 2.9k

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warnings. blood/violence, action as in combat, nyctophobia, speluncaphobia, insanity/confusion/psychological manipulation, sfw physical contact, cursing (as in d—n, h—l, one instance of b—h), cursing (as in magic/mind control), crying. canon divergence (from right before inazuma), paimon got booted for the extent of the fic and is only mentioned ~3 times.

author's note. I DID IT!!! I FINISHED IT! i haven't posted anything for tartaglia before this point because i couldn't handle short form fics for him lol. so here we are. i believe that this is the longest thing i have ever posted on tumblr so i understand if it's too much for some to read on this particular platform. just know that i love them and love this fic it is my dear dear child and i am excited by the fact that someone else might read it and enjoy it too.

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comments & discussion are ALWAYS appreciated! thank you for your interest in my fic :)

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hey I really love your writings and drawings, could I request a capitano one shot, where he meets the embodiment of death on a battlefield and after some time they fall in love, please. I hope you have a great day/night.

(anon, you are literally speaking my language rn, because I had that same idea. Hope I did it justice ❣ slight enemies to lovers, fluff, reader hinted to have abyss powers) 

✦ A dance between the unyielding & the unconquerable

✧ The current Pyro Archon, Mavuika, harbored a profound distaste for dealing with You and Il Capitano.

Not because of the obvious concerns such as the 1st Harbinger jeopardizing the safety of the gnosis, or you being an entity of abyssal nature. But because currently, the two of you stood in the grand arena exchanging too many… pleasantries. 

“To see you grace this battle arena with your might is truly an honor no man can ever hope to achieve. I'm looking forward to witnessing your grandeur once more.” 

The Captain held your hand in his armored one, his helmeted head leaned for a reverence kiss, knowing well these same hands could end him if you so desired. You mirrored his polite gentleness and smiled with a soft bow - “Nonsense, the honor is all mine to see you in action.” 

Mavuika was already removing her red optics and sighing dejectedly. They will never get this over with. She saw a fair share of competitive banter between opponents in her time: tense bickering, respectful encouragement, or excited chatter. But witnessing the stoic, stern Harbinger exchanging smitten words with his immortal enemy? You two looked more like a couple ready to slow dance. 

Perhaps your and Capitano's everlasting rivalry always resembled a dance. 

✧ Centuries ago, when the enigmatic faceless Fatuus first acquired the title of “The Captain”, he was employed by The Jester for one simple task – Find you and eliminate you. You resembled a simple mortal, yet one gaze at your eyes, and the vision of abyssal hell could be reflected. The personification of oblivion, strolling the surface of Teyvat innocently, leaving no trace behind yet appearing soundlessly. 

Your first exchange with him proved uneventful, as well. “A Fatui… Harbinger? What's that?” - was all you said back then. Nonetheless, Capitano knew he shouldn't underestimate your anomalous powers, he is a powerful man himself, and his blade knows no deception. 

He almost died that day. 

Years passed, and the scars or toils of your battles with him remained. With constant expedition to the abyss, The Harbinger ventured between realms seeking you out for revenge. Each time you crossed paths, the outcome remained the same - a polite exchange, followed by earth-shattering battles where both of your weapons clash and bodies are exerted. However, was the Harbinger seeking you out of his obligation for the Fatui, or because you were the only one who witnessed his full might? Perhaps, because you were the one to draw scars along his skin, a fair result of the duels he ignited. Or because only you knew of the thrill the two of you provided when battling? 

When bodies are taught with swift agility, blood surges hot with each evade. He feels your movement, swift and soundless, yet each murderous blow carries elegance as you fight him. This wasn't a gentle dance where he'll hold your delicate hand, and guide you on the ballroom floor by the waist. No, even if he secretly wished to. Alas, this was a dance where you would crush him to his knees, feel his sword pinning back against your weapon, holding his knuckles to block his direct attack. 

And he loved every second of it. The way you moved effortlessly, mirrored his excitement and triumphantly knocked him to the floor, or used your abilities to loom over him. The Captain makes sure that all his attacks are up close and personal against yours. 

✧ At times, when fate mockingly sends him back following your shadow, he’d encounter you in less hostile places. You sat at some ledge of a cliff, not far away from the People of the Springs tribe, your head raised to look at the fake stars of Teyvat. The Harbinger knew there were civilians nearby, initiating the usual duels would be unwise. Instead, he would sit next to you and raise his helmeted face at the taunting stars that brought you together. It was a rare moment of solitude, to see your figure next to him, so human-like and simple. Even he feels so human in your presence. 

And on such quiet, gentle nights – you two would just talk. Legs inching closer to sit close by. A hand gently placed on top of another. Silhouettes of two faces leaning tenderly into one, unseen by the dark sky as they exchange silent kisses. 

It was a foolish fate, for the immovable to fall in love with the indestructible. Thus, this was your life with the 1st Fatui Harbinger.  

✧ Going back to the present with Mavuika; the Pyro Archon received reports that not only did the Fatui send their strongest Harbinger, but the Abyss also sent their most formidable entity. For Natlan, this would be grave news, but as she delves deeper into understanding the two of you, the pieces of the puzzle start to fit together. How come the Captain is always conveniently there when you are sighted? How come when you two are supposedly meant to clash, no actual devastations happen? 

Instead, Il Capitano stays close to you. His armored hand is often clasped around yours to kiss the skin that can shower the world with annihilation. He'd drape his coat over your figure protectively, shielding you from stranger's fearful stares. You never liked unwanted attention, only he had the right to bask you in his. And most importantly, he'd kneel beside you so you may cup his helmeted face and bestow upon him tender kisses on his pitch-black visage.

Perhaps Mavuika has nothing to worry about. If the immovable cancels out the indestructible, then you two are not here to wreck chaos onto Natlan. Maybe you two are using it as a honeymoon destination. 

-

[sgrimp]

imagine theres music playing

[lyss-sketchbox]

The iudex has very simple demands

[za-vandal]

So I'm back from the dead, yippee! Now here's a word dump of how I wanna bang a big bad evil guy.

Sub! Villain X Hero Reader (male aligned, but no gendered terms used)

Not grammar checked, Smut at the end<3

Mean Villain, who was a monster of the hero's own creation. Perhaps the hero was a friend he fought with, an ex lover, or just rivals that went too far. But they both know there's no turning back when they meet again at a battle field.

Mean Villain who enjoys annoying and pissing off the hero. A habit that carried over the years from whatever past they had. He just loved seeing the hero so riled up, so mean and angry and how the hero's muscles would tense from the taunts.

Mean Villain, who tried to get the upper hand every time he fought the hero by doing surprise attacks, usually ending up getting thrown and pushed against the wall because the hero literally just swings them to the nearest surface they can and pins them down.

Mean Villain who enjoyed it a little too much, having to bite the hero so he could squirm away, hoping to whatever god that exists the hero didn't see how red his face was. He spent an embarrassing amount of time to spend that energy on his hard-on and accidentally moaned the Hero's name, accidentally moaning it too much.

Mean Villain not noticing that the hero had bugged him, a voice recorder was on his villain outfit just laying on the floor

Mean Villain, hiding his emotions as best as he could, wondering why the hero looked so flustered when they met again.

Confused villain who doesn't understand why this is happening. He has never had thoughts this horrendous about the hero. How the hero's hand could slide against his pecs so nicely, and squeeze his chest while the hero's fingers plunged deep inside.

Confused villain who wakes up hard like a freaking teen and gets so embarrassed that whatever evil plan of the day gets cancelled. His lackeys were so confused why their boss was throwing darts at a picture of the hero while mumbling how about how hot he was.

"Think boss lost it." "No shit Sherlock, but at least we have an off day".

*cues to unholy screeching and shouting, where the villain complains about the hero's body being too big and stuttering once he thinks about what else would be big*

Confused villain who found the hero ending patrol one day, and the hero looked so pissed while getting ready to fight. The villain accidentally complements the hero, leaving the two of them absolutely mortified. The villain ran with the hero chasing after him, trying to get answers.

Confused villain, who accidentally entered a rival villain's territory. Taken by surprise and captured, locked in a warehouse without his suit, wearing whatever rags were prepared by the henchman. Terrified about the fact that the territory he was in was of a hostile competitor, someone who would kill the villain if given the chance.

Confused villain who blacked out. Tied to a chair and beaten all over, they might be strong but this was on another level... He could hear a loud crash as his vision faded and his mind went numb, he pleads to whatever higher power that existed that we would be saved.

Recovering Villain, sleeping so prettily on the hero's bed.. he woke himself up when he fell onto the floor, the hero was quick to check on him, leaning down so close that their lips were almost touching.

Recovering villain who said "fuck it, we ball" and kisses the hero first, while the hero deepens the kiss to the surprise of the villain, who whimpered as the hero started squeezing his body like how he would in his dreams.

Pretty villain thrown back onto the bed, wearing an oversized sweater of the hero and looking so cute~ He writhes his body as the hero touches him so delicately, kissing all the little places where his healed injuries were, worshipping this tattered, broken body so softly.

Pretty villain who cries as the hero picked up the pace, he could feel the hero's fingers so deep inside him, cute little huffs coming from his mouth as he tries to hide his place with the hero's pillow.

Pretty villain, whose body gets folded into a mating press as the hero slipped into him. His pretty little hole was squeezing down so nicely, his face with tears streaming down was just angelic. The hero's constant murmurs of encouragement makes the villain cry even more. It was so gentle, so deep, so good~

Pretty villain who moans so loud, moving his hips just so the hero could reach deeper, getting off to the fact that he likes being pampered and praised. His eyes rolling up as he could feel the hero's hand on his dick, preventing him from coming over and over.

Pretty villain who lost count how many times he's come, how many positions they were in, just laying on the bed with his thighs on the hero's shoulder. The villain couldn't mumble out a single coherent sentence, but he fills the air with short breaths and pleads. Blurting out about how big and deep the hero was, how he wanted to get filled up so nicely.

Pretty villain who wakes up next to the hero cuddling him, as he starts to annoy the hero again, asking to be pampered. Something's just never change.

[cendiqii]

You are cordially invited…

[chkn-kit]

50% of the time they live in my brain like this

[nocherrybombs]

Been There, Done That

Capitano, before leaving for Natlan: The Pyro Archon is a fool and a liability to Natlan. It falls upon me to do what is necessary to ensure the nation is not lost to the Abyss.

Arlecchino: Indeed. Have you considered, however, that the Pyro Archon may not be as useless as you suspect?

Capitano: Elaborate.

Arlecchino: Suppose that the Pyro Archon does in fact have an actionable plan, one which she has been secretly implementing for the past 500 years. If so, attacking her in an attempt to seize the gnosis may well accomplish little of value, while needlessly limiting your opportunities for kissing her on the mouth in the future.

Capitano: ...you speak on that last part from personal experience, then?

Arlecchino: I have witnessed others make similar errors in judgment, that is all.

Capitano: Fortunately for me, the Pyro Archon seems to like it when people try to kill her. In that regard, it will be easy for me to avoid repeating your mistakes.

[holicanth]

bloody ittosara but they're ACTUAL enemies to lovers here not some sugarcoated ship where it's one guy fawning over the other. in my Grand Design ittosara starts as genuine enemies where one is a pro-authority goody two shoes and the other is staunchly against being forced to conform ☝️

[tarutaruga]

hon hon hon sexual tension

[strxnged]

CHILUMI: # a chasmic mistake.

CHAPTER V: notion.

chapter summary. in which, inevitably, the darkness fights back. in which the hunters locate their bounty.

wc. 2.5k. genre. enemies to lovers, action/adventure.

warnings. lowkey psychological manipulation!! dddne!!

table of contents / final chapter

Lumine was sure he really had fallen into slumber, after what must have been hours of her narration. She whispered, “Sleep tight… Ajax,” before lying back on the wooden floor of the mining construct.

He was really pretty, she thought. Cursed or not, she found herself fascinated with the curve of his lips, the length of his lashes, the shape of his jaw. She thought about when she had first met him all that time ago.

He hadn’t necessarily saved her life, then, because she would have been fine defending herself from the soldiers in Liyue. But he had protected her. How much of what he had done for her had been purely for Fatui purposes? How much of what he said to her was to be considered a lie? How many of the perceived sacrifices were underhanded violations of her trust? 

Lumine was aware that he fancied her in some way; he’d never really hidden that from her with his needless flirting and charming. Despite her attraction to him—which was growing more undeniable—she could not allow herself to admit anything further than it to herself. But she wanted to. She wanted to act upon the feelings she had for him without feeling like a traitor to all things good and decent.

Lumine had only planned to rest her voice and her body, which was growing sore from sitting. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, thinking about what she might do if she edified her moral standards for Childe’s sake.

She regained consciousness to the sight of Childe’s face, still, only a foot away from hers, but he was very much awake.

For a moment they held eye contact. Childe studied her face with a growing smile on lips and Lumine tried to differentiate dream from reality. Again, she thought… He had such a nice face. Had he always had so many freckles?

He looked kissable. Lumine’s ears caught fire at the thought.

“Morning, Lumine” he said, baring his teeth in a grin.

It would be nice to hear him say that every day, she thought.

Damn it.

Lumine rolled to her back and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She stretched, praying that her face hadn’t gone too red. This Chasm curse was going too far. “Did—did you sleep at all?”

He sat up and shrugged. Lumine noticed the chain under his collar shift. For a moment, the charm, a translucent gold-red diamond like his earring, dangled within view for just a second before he absently adjusted his shirt. It disappeared beneath the burgundy of his button-up but her gaze lingered, feeling overwhelmingly curious about it. 

Was it a gift from his family? His father? Or a Fatui charm? 

Had it been given to him when his name was changed to Tartaglia? 

What was it made of? How long had he had it?

“Let’s get going, shall we?” he recommended, breaking her out of her trance. He sounded far too cheery to have just woken up, she thought.

Lumine frowned, getting to her feet. Her neck and back were still aching from the wooden floor and she stretched her arms across her body to get her blood circulating. “Down that tunnel? How?”

The method Childe had in mind was one she would not have guessed, but should have. Knowing Childe to be relatively reckless should have prepared her for his straightforward and simple plan.

That plan was jumping.

With only a charged shot or two of his arrow to find a ridge to land on before each jump, they stepped off of the edge and plunged into darkness. At first Lumine went to use her glider, but since they jumped at the same time, she realized landing after him would make her look bad. Pride was what she had to blame for her equal recklessness as the air swept past her face and her dress fluttered and her eyes threatened to close—as they threw themselves further and deeper down.

As they landed the first time, she landed steadily but began to shake immediately after. Childe put a supporting arm around her as she braced herself. Then, they went on.

The last jump was the hardest because she hadn’t known it would be the last. Though Lumine might not admit it aloud, this was the most fun she had had since the last time she had dueled Childe. The exhilaration was almost too much for her to handle and yet she didn’t want it to end. Those smiles exchanged with No. 11 of the Fatui Harbingers, the landings making her appreciate the solidity of rock beneath her feet, those shouts of, “And… jump!” each contributed to her elation. It did end, however, and it ended just in time. She felt like fainting.

They landed in a small pool in a strange, dimly lit cavern. Lumine’s legs were shaking too severely for her to pay any more attention to her surroundings, and so she tread to the edge of the pool to sit down and catch her breath. Tartaglia, landing next to her with a small splash, looked ahead in the cove.

“Oh,” he whispered. “Lumine?”

He kept his back to her. She followed the implication of his gaze.

An enormous figure of a faintly blue creature too man-like to be an animal but too cruel to be a man crept in the shadows of the other end of the pool. From its masked head two spikes like sharp, cornered devil horns shot, a third creating a fiendish crown in the center. Its limbs were long, and at the end of each finger were blue vile talons. No face was visible, but its intentions were clear: to kill.

It was, undoubtedly, an Abyss Herald. 

Lumine had seen one before in the ruins she had explored with Dainslief. Fending off such a demon had been ghastly. She had hoped she would not have to repeat the experience.

And yet now there seemed to be no choice. She drew her sword.

“Lumine,” Childe whispered again, “don’t move.”

She stood, her feet steadying, but remained still behind the Harbinger. “My sword follows yours.”

He hesitated, and finally looked back at her over his shoulder. He looked… almost afraid, but more so worried for her. Then, he grit his teeth in a reassuring half-smile, nodded at her, turned back to the Abyss Herald, and drew his bow.

The Abyss Herald did not make a sound, but its high head twitched and turned in their direction. They had been noticed.

“Ah… A surrogate of the Abyss,” it growled. “Winter hails you.”

Childe held his ground in front of Lumine. “I am no friend of the Abyss.”

She stared at the back of his head, confused. What was he doing? Didn’t he spend months there?

“Darkness has no friends,” it said, creeping towards them. The distorted voice pierced Lumine’s ears. Her head would start hurting soon. “But there is no escape once you become one with it.”

Childe drew his Hydro blades, stepping forward so that he again blocked Lumine’s view of it. “I won’t let you hurt her. Prepare to feel pain.”

The Abyss Herald laughed. It was an atrocious, screeching, panging sound, one that Lumine thought should never be heard by a mortal’s ears. “She is the mortal. She will feel pain.”

Lumine charged forward with her blade raised, but Childe stopped her with his arm. “Easy, now.”

She ignored him, running past and swirling the water around them into an Anemo blast. The Abyss Herald was only mildly knocked back, and began chanting Abyssal curses at her, readying the blade in his talons. Her blade did not rest, striking rapidly as she tried to find the demon’s weak spots.

The Abyss Herald attacked once, and she dodged it. The second attack, however, struck her coldly and she fell against the wall, momentarily drained of any stamina for recovery. This was when Childe swept in, bombarding the creature with attack after attack. It bore the attacks all too well, laughing again, and ignored him to lunge at Lumine. She managed to dodge this by a hair.

“You cannot evade the darkness!” it shrieked.

She could certainly try. Ducking under another attack, she grasped Anemo into another vortex, battering it consecutively with swirling Hydro. Childe struck it with an aimed bow shot from behind, finally managing to stagger it.

It was finally beginning to look like they could win this fight. Lumine took the opportunity to gust it with a tornado, and Childe hit it with a signature melee strike. The Abyss Herald’s vitality seemed to be declining quickly. Lumine wouldn’t even have to break a sweat.

She wouldn’t need to, because an attack from above them both managed to catch them off guard and douse them in ice. They were knocked back harshly, and the Abyss Herald received an icier glow than before. It was an indication of a shield. Lumine could not get up in time as it surged at her again, and so instead she braced herself for a second painful impact.

It came again, and again. Her vision went black as the pain overcame her. She could hear Childe shouting and panting and trying to fend the Abyss Herald off of her. And failing.

“Lumine! Lumine! Get out from under him!”

“You cannot defeat us,” the Abyss Herald snarled, grabbing Lumine by the neck in its razor-edged talons. It turned its head towards Childe eerily. “This will only end when we kill her. You may die too, unless you choose to end her by yourself. Hark, cold shall claim all!”

Childe hesitated in his next attack. He looked at Lumine, who was choking and wrestling under its terrible grasp. He did not speak.

“Make your choice, Youngling. The mortal will die, but by whose hand?”

Lumine struggled wildly, eyes fixed on him.

Wasn’t she supposed to be able to trust him here? Why was he hesitating? He would do something, right? After all this time, they had grown to protect to each other—to depend on each other—to keep an eye out—to—

“Will you really relinquish your own life… in a sad attempt to protect this bounty?”

Both Childe and Lumine’s eyes widened. 

Bounty?

“The prophecy will prevail. Death is calling from the darkness.”

Lumine would not wait for him to decide. The strength that was pinning her down was unearthly, but so was she. Bracing her hands against the metallic nails at her throat, she conjured a vortex of Anemo. It would hurt her, using it this close to her body with shaking hands, but she hoped it would hurt the Abyss Herald too.

A sound akin to windmill rotor blades striking an object repeatedly came, and after that, the scrape of sharp talons against her neck overwhelmed her as she fell back. The Abyss Herald was knocked back from her with a shrill cry, and Childe swept in to finish it off. Lumine pushed herself with trembling arms into a sitting position, her neck ablaze. She watched the Fatuu deal the final blow with a Hydro blade.

Neither of them spoke as they watched the Abyss Herald crumble to the ground and disappear back to wherever it belonged.

At last Childe walked over to her and knelt by her side. She still had not gotten to her feet, only able to wince and groan as he put a few gloved fingers to her neck to gauge the severity of the wound. He withdrew his hand and stared for some time at the blood on it, a crazed look on his face. Lumine watched.

His mouth slowly opened and he wet his lips, glancing up at Lumine. “Are you in much pain?”

She tried to shake her head “no,” but gasped in pain as turning her neck ever so slightly managed to strain the wound. 

He curled his lips at her apologetically. “Careful,” he whispered. “It looks bad.”

Lumine only stared back at him, something screaming in the back of her mind. Childe took the scarf attached to his jacket and wrapped it gently around her neck. He was saying something about how she had better keep it covered.

She remembered, then, what was bothering her, and struck his hand away from her neck.

He frowned. “Am I hurting you?”

Lumine struggled a bit, and stood. He followed suit, eyes falling to her hand on the hilt of her blade. 

“Lumine?”

“What did it mean?” she spat, ignoring the pain in her neck.

“What are you talking about?” Childe replied. He sounded half-confused, half-defensive.

Lumine drew her sword and sliced it towards his chest. 

He blocked it with a Hydro blade, giving her a curious look. “You know, Lumine,” he said, voice strained, “I’m always more than down for a duel, but I must ask you to explain the suddenness.”

She said nothing, swinging her sword at him again. He blocked each with one blade, standing far too calmly for her liking.

Childe seemed to notice that something was different. During each of their duels, she had only ever been going for victory. She had only ever wanted him beneath her heel, to force him into defeat. By her relentless attacks now, however, it became clear to both of them that she was going for more. She was going for blood; for her blade through his heart.

If he even has one, she thought.

“My, my, girlie. Your attacks are sloppy. Won’t you tell me what’s bothering you?”

Lumine flashed her sword to his side, cutting a bit of fabric off of his shoulder. “Didn’t think you ever needed a reason to kill.”

His eyes widened. Quickly his expression changed. Childe’s expression turned dark, a strange grin spreading across his face. “I see.” The charm had left his voice, giving way for malevolent jeer. “Well, alright then!”

It was as if he had caught aflame from the fire she wielded. His haunting blue swords disappeared, ones of purple lightning taking its place. His mask appeared on his face. Childe was playing the part of someone who was going to try to kill her, too.

And yet she still felt that he was holding back, and it infuriated her.

The whole thing made sense to her now. The chasing—he’d known she’d chase him, somehow, and he had lured her into the trap of this accursed cave. The Chasm’s psychedelic effects had been known to him, too. He had weakened her and beckoned her into a place she could never escape, into feelings of love that were false but overpowering. He was sick. He was sadistic, crooked, and Fatui. She should have known.

She had known. How could she have made such a mistake?

But it was clear now. For whatever sick or perverted reason, the bounty was on her. He had been hunting her. Luring her into his despicable nest with his childish quips and puppy eyes. And now he was holding back while fighting her. Was she wanted alive… and docile?

She refused.

“Kill me, Ajax,” she snarled. “Kill your precious bounty, before it kills you.”

author’s note. goodness gracious, somebody is mad! madly in love, perhaps? (i don't condone manipulation/lying but also like. this is childe, he lied to us on a huge scale the day we met him, let's not be shocked)

all will be explained in the final chapter ....

— table of contents / final chapter

➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[rainezrhapsody]

❝Romance On Ice❞

FIC. Kinich x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 1.4k

SUMMARY. Your partner who was supposed to compete with you for a pair skating competition ditched you, and now you were struggling to find someone last minute. Suddenly, while you were practicing, your coach surprises you.

AUTHORS NOTE. I put a lot of effort into this one! so enjoy >_<

ps. masterlist for this will be made soon!! Hints of nilou x reader if you like that btw.. or you can interpret it as platonic!!

“For fucks sake, you’re not serious are you?”

“I am–I’m really sorry, (name).”

Which was the thing he said at the end of the conversation you vividly remembered with your former partner when he told you he was backing out of the pair skating competition the two of you were competing in. This decision was very sudden and on a whim, which definitely pissed you off. You were now completely partnerless for this competition that unfortunately required a duo performance to participate.

You informed this to your coach & childhood best friend Nilou, and she was definitely not pleased with the news. She told you it was perhaps best if you dropped out of the competition, which was very unlike her, she would normally encourage you and trust in you, but it felt like she had no hope. You definitely didn't like this, so you tried begging her to find you a new partner–And after days of whining, she finally agreed to try to find you another partner–which was basically almost impossible, as almost every other figure skater in town had already gotten a partner. You could barely remember the conversation within your head, but it definitely went something like this:

“Oh come on Nilou, you gotta help me out here–”

“No.” Nilou said, stopping you from whining any longer.

“Please! You’re my best friend..” You begged, “I’ll do anything, I’ll even spend all my break-days practicing!”

“Awh, come on (name)..” She said, as if she was considering it, “Sometimes you make it impossible for me to say no to you, so I guess I’ll try.” She said, smiling softly. “But no promises.” She quickly said, hoping you wouldn’t get your hopes too high.

You could remember the joy you felt when he said he would at least try as you immediately hugged her, she hugged you back as you guys embraced, it was a heartfelt moment. Nilou knew how important this was to you, and you knew you had to try to win this competition, it had been your dream to win it since you were a young girl. At this point, you would take anyone to be your partner, as long as you could participate then you were happy with it.

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On a casual evening, you were practicing doing loops, jumps and spins, it was definitely exhausting but you just kept practicing. You were probably doing it to cool off after your former partner abandoned you. All of a sudden Nilou would suddenly approach you with a huge smile on her face, you could tell he heard good news with him, and honestly it somewhat excited you.

“(name)! I have good news, after a bit of searching I finally found someone who can partner up with you for the competition! And from what I’ve heard, he’s very proficient and talented at what he does.”

“Seriously? That fast? It’s only been a day or two. Maybe I underestimated you..” You said, overthinking a bit, “Well anyways, that’s great news! Thank you so much Nilou, you’re the best.” You said, overjoyed with the news as you celebrated in that small world of yours.

“Of course! Anything for my dear best friend.” She said, acting as if it was no big deal for her.

“Soo.. When do I get to meet this mysterious partner of mine? If I’m gonna have to work with him I need to get to know him first, you know?” You said, your manner of speech teasing with a hint of seriousness.

“I arranged for you two to meet at your favorite coffee shop tomorrow at 2pm, and knowing your schedule you should be good at that time.” Nilou said, the smile on her face soft and gentle.

Of course she knew your schedule, Nilou knew almost everything about you.. From your work schedule to your shoe size. It honestly made you smile knowing how you had such a caring and loving friend by your side. Nilou had always been by your side, even when you both were kids. She was the one who would protect you from bullies during middle-school, and eventually as you grew up and matured you began to do the same.

“You know my schedule like the back of my hand you know?” You joked. “Well anyways, 2pm tomorrow is perfect, it’s during my one hour break so I should be able to go.”

“Perfect! Then I’ll tell him you can make it.” She said happily, she was clearly excited for you, I guess luck was on your side.

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At 2:08 pm, you were rushing over to the coffee shop in fear of being late. As you finally entered the shop, you leaned on the doorframe as you tried to catch your breath again. Eventually, you would look around the place that was jam packed with people. Nilou had told you that the reservation was at table 6. As you observed the area, your eyes gazed upon a certain green eyed guy on his phone drinking coffee, it was Kinich, your rival.. And he of-course he was sitting on table 6, just perfect.

You and Kinich had been rivals for many-many years, and now you were partners with him? Well, you did say anyone.. But Kinich? Ever since you were in highschool, you never got along, no matter what it was, whether it was who was in line first, to who would be getting valedictorian. Nilou would always be the one to stop these little quarrels of yours–but thinking back on your highschool years, you were somewhat fond of those years.

You would approach Kinich slowly, before scoffing,

“Why are you here?.”

“I could be asking you the same thing.” He replied, his voice always somewhat irritated you, the thought of having to hear his voice almost everyday annoyed you greatly, but you tried to act calm and friendly towards him, despite everything.

“Soo… Are you my partner?”

“Probably.” He replied, his voice was nonchalant yet it had a hint of irritation.

“I didn’t know you figure skated.” You said, awkwardly trying to make a conversation.

You then sat down on the chair in-front of him before raising your hand to call a waiter. One of the waitresses then approached as she held up her notes waiting for you to order,

“So what will you be ordering?” The waitress asked, her facial expression exhausted.

“I’ll just get a caramel macchiato.”

You replied, before grabbing your phone out and texting Nilou. You were pissed off that she didn’t tell you that Kinich was gonna be your partner, but you didn’t really have much of a choice.

You set down your phone before waiting for your order to arrive. You were somewhat upset that Nilou didn’t tell you your partner was gonna be Kinich, but you knew if she told you you would’ve declined and had no chance to compete.

Kinich noticed that you seemed to be in a bad mood, he wanted to comment on it but he didn’t bother. The silence in the air was awkward, chilling maybe. The two of you would just sit in your respective chairs, awkwardly staring at each other.

Waiting for your order, you would silently fidget your hands. You were trying to avoid eye contact, but you were failing miserably as you glanced at him multiple times, even catching him staring at you a few times. You slowly became distracted by the crowd and large noises surrounding the cafe. It was somewhat peaceful—But of course it was interrupted by the waitress giving you your order.

“One caramel macchiato.” The waitress said, putting down your drink in front of you. She then left in a hurry.

You would take a small sip of the caramel macchiato, before trying to start a conversation in-order to make a bit of progress.

“So.. I—”

“Let’s set our differences aside to win this.” He said, his mannerisms and tone of voice serious. “I want to win this as much as you, which makes us equal.”

“Your point?” You replied, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Let’s try to work together.” He replied, his deep gaze slightly intimidating you.

You’d nod, reaching out your hand for a handshake. She seemed confused at first and quickly shook your hand, I guess this was it. . You were now stuck with him for a month or so, complete hell but this was your biggest dream, and you needed to win this. Anything was worth winning this thing.

End.

[banjjjangg]

HELLOO i saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you could maybe do an enemies to lovers fic with kazuha or wanderer? fluff ofcourse

thankyou and i hope you have a nice day hehehe

Supposed to Hate

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader

— Info: Oneshot + smau, modern au, highschool au, academic rivals, enemies to lovers, forced proximity(?), banter, fluff, crack.

— Sypnosis: It's tough having to constantly fight for the top place with someone as annoying as Scaramouche, your arch nemesis. But bad luck struck the both of you and you're suddenly partnered with him for a project.

Now Playing: Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending. (I had a gacha phase)

Notes: timestamps don't matter, swearing

A/n: first request!! I hope this is what you wanted and have a nice day too anon (^o^)! (p.s. I'm sorry this took so long 😭)

To say that you're just rivals would be an understatement.

You and Scaramouche have always been on eachother's throats since freshman year. Why, you ask? Well you're always neck and neck when it comes to so many things, like grades, debate competitions, leader roles, higher position in the student council, and even popularity amongst students and teachers.

Your feud started when he openly insulted you. You see, competing for the top was one thing, insulting someone that you don't even know that much was another. The moment he started saying stuff like "who? Y/n? Tsk, that girl is only good at academics. In anything outside that, she's nothing." you knew you'll forever hate his guts. I mean, who is he to know what you're good at or not good at? He's barely even your acquaintance! You were just eachother schoolmates yet he has the nerve to say those thing to you? How revolting! You thought.

Oh but isn't this just a silly little competition? Well, not for the two of you. It has come to the point that you'd just openly curse and send middle fingers to eachother (without the teachers noticing of course).

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This is why you were horrified to hear your teacher say that your partner for a huge project accumulating 20% of your grade would be him. You turned around and glanced at his table in the corner of the room and you can tell that he didn't like what he just heard either.

"But wouldn't pairing the two smartest people in class be unfair?" your seatmate whispered to you. Atleast you and Scaramouche weren't the only ones unhappy with this pairing. But did anyone object the teacher? Of course not. Unfortunately, your science teacher was very strict, and saying just one word wrong would be a one-way ticket to detention.

The class ended and now you were forced to accept the reality that you're supposed to work with Scaramouche for 20% of your grade. You notice him approach you with a small ripped up paper in his hand.

"For the girl who got 79 on math" he said, smirking, while reaching the paper in front of you.

"It's because my calculator broke, nerd." you spat back as you harshly grab the paper in his hand. You immediately went on your way out of the classroom.

What was on the paper? His number.

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Day one.

You made your way to the door as soon as you hear your doorbell ring. You swiftly unlocked and opened it to see Scaramouche standing there with his backpack in hand. Before you could say anything to him, he walked past you and went inside your apartment. He placed his backpack on the couch as he sat on it himself.

"Rude." you whispered, likely to yourself.

"I heard that." he said while glaring at you.

"Good." you added, rolling your eyes as you sat on the small couch right infront of the bigger couch that he's sitting in.

The first day of working on the project was a mess. There were a lot of disagreements and arguments that happened but in the end, the two of you finally got to agree on something to work on involving the project.

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Day two.

Thankfully, day two of working on the project was a lot more 'calmer' than day one. Yes, there were still disagreements but there were also agreements or at least more than the first day. For the sake of the project the both of you learned to somehow tolerate eachother.

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Day three.

Once you heard your doorbell ring, you immediately went to unlock and open the door. It was Scaramouche of course, the two of you were still working on a project after all. But something seemed off about him, you can't pinpoint it, maybe it's because of his skin that's paler than usual? Or his expression that seemed tired or exhausted? You decide to shrug it off, it was none of your business.

There was still no greeting and he just went straight into your apartment to the couch where he usually sat on. You didn't comment anything because by now you were used to it.

You sat on the smaller couch right infront of the one he's sitting on. You were grabbing some materials on your backpack when suddenly—

*Cough* *cough* *cough*

You looked up from what you were doing and stared at him. He was covering his mouth with his hands, so this was what felt off.

"What?" he was glaring at you like you did something weird.

"Are you sick?"

"Is it not normal to cough every now and then?"

"It's not just that... You look..pale"

"It's none of your business" His response obviously annoyed you as you roll your eyes and continued what you were doing. He was right, it is none of your business.

But the thing is while you were working on the project he would cough, a lot, and you were getting annoyed and even concerned at what was happening to him. Once you've decided that enough is enough, you stood up and made your way to the cabinet where you keep various over the counter medicine incase you needed them. You grabbed the ones for cough and made your way back to the living room.

You reached your hand with the medicine for him to grab. He looked at it then looked at you with a 'what the fuck is this?' type of look.

"Take it, I'm being nice here." you said, insisting that he grab the medicine in your hands.

"Stop that." he said as he looks at you with suspicion.

"Stop what?"

"Being nice to me."

"Am I not allowed to be a decent human being now?"

"You're supposed to hate me." you scoff at what he just said.

You grabbed his hand and placed the medicine on top of his palm. "Literally just take the medicine." you insisted once again before going back to sit on the couch you were sitting on.

The day continued as it normally would, his coughs thankfully lessened but his annoying antics also lessened, you wouldn't complain though.

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Day four.

This day is a bit different, because Scaramouche has been oddly nice to you. No, I don't mean that he suddenly turned overly kind, I meant the small things that he normally wouldn't do like instead of telling you to "do it yourself" whenever you ask him to pass you something or do something for you, he actually does it now. You've also noticed that he seemed less annoyed at you or at least lesser than usual.

Overall, it made him less annoying so it made things easier for the both of you. You've also taken it upon yourself to not be as annoyed at him as you usually would. All this lead to the two of you actually having a casual conversation intead of the usual "I'm only talking to you because of this stupid project" type of interactions. It was so odd and fascinating to the extent that at some point the two of you would make genuine jokes instead of sarcastic remarks. But of course it all ended with the "dang I'm supposed to hate you" realization.

But hey, maybe Scaramouche isn't that bad after all.

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Day five.

The day of the presentation, the two you were sitting on your usual seats in class while waiting for the teacher, meanwhile, all your other classmates were double checking their projects. You heard your phones notification so you grabbed it from your pocket, it was a message from scaramouche, you turned around and glanced at him just to him on his phone while typing something.

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[mymrsweirdnessshipperstuff-blog]

What's funny about enemies to lovers romcom is the best friend walking in the bedroom after they do the deed like they're asleep and cuddled up under the covers. Then they all shriek in surprise and then the best friend goes "DIDN'T YALL JUST TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER YESTERDAY?!"

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Op please I beg you can we have some content for this Knave Wrio AU ? Like what’s his relationship with Neuvillette ? How did he end up being the Knave ? Is Peruere now the Warden of Meropide ? IS PERUERE SIGEWINNE’S ADOPTIVE MOTHER ??

Now see the interesting here is, and im gonna borrow this quote from @thatonegreyghost because this is making me insane

BECAUSE BESIDES THE BLOOD MOON THING THEY REALLY COULDVE BEEN EACH OTHER

Im making the decision to pass over the blood moon lineage to Wrio since i doubt Arle couldve beaten Crucabena without it. Other than that they were both basically orphans taken into horrific institutes so..............