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Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “Lovers”

Aww, thank you 💕💕 All of you are so lovely ;-; Coming out from the bushes and attacking me.

Have you guy’s seen the Childe trailer? It’s in Chinese but holy shit I want him?? Who is Xiao anymore? WHAT ARE LOYALTIES??? I’m gonna ATTEMPT to roll for Childe. I love snake two faced characters so much.

I’ve never written for Childe before and there’s not a lot to go off on but I will try my best. Honestly, he’s like Dazai 2.0 for me lol.

I’m not sure what scenario you wanted but since I’m hard simping for this man, I made this a lot a bit self indulgent. I actually had a completely different idea so that’s where the enemies to lovers title comes from before I scrapped it. Now if you’ll excuse me, here’s your 2k words of food.

Update: Guess what? You’re getting a part 2. Don’t know when but now I have a taglist if you want to be added and tagged when it comes out 

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Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “[Lovers]”

Childe silently hops over the wall and onto the roof in the dead of night. The moon was shining high, casting dark shadows that he slips in between them as he eyes his destination. An open window leading to an important personnel. Usually, he would send an agent to observe, but once he learned who this secret person was, he decided to take it into his own hands. To stretch his muscles a bit. His hand quickly caught the edge of the window sill as he raises himself and drops into the spacious room. He whistles lowly as he looks around. This was a big room but it wasn’t that much of a surprise, considering who was staying here.

“Thank you, have a good night.”

His head perks up as he hears a voice and steps into the shadows of the room. He can faintly make out an outline of a body behind the sliding doors and stands back, out of sight. He watches as the doors slowly open and the person he’s been looking for steps in. One of the leaders of the Qixing. As soon as the door’s close behind you, your shoulder’s finally relaxed before turning around to walk to the other end of the room where a large mirror was placed. You loosen the pin holding your clothes up, finally ready to get rid of these heavy clothes. He quickly averts his eyes but your voice once again breaks the silence.

“Do you make it a habit of watching others without their knowledge or are you going to say something?” you ask as you turn around as your eyes roam around what appeared to be an empty room. He weighs his options before shrugging and stepping out into the moonlight with his arms raised in mock surrender.

“I swear I would look away. I’m a bad guy but I’m not one of those types. I promise!” He laughs casually despite the circumstance, “I’m surprised you noticed me. But I suppose one of the Qixing would be capable of such an act.”

“Oh no, you were perfect. You just came at a bad time. But who are you? You don’t act like an agent” you eyed him carefully as you fiddled with your pin.

“I’m Childe, one of the Fatui’s Eleven Harbingers,” he replies giving a mock bow in your direction. He watches your reaction to see if you’ll panic and call for the Millelith. Instead, you simply nod along and you’ve stopped fiddling with the pin on your clothing.  

“Ah, I’ve met a few of you Harbingers. You don’t look like one” you remarked as you turn around once again to finally undo the pin. Childe quickly turns his gaze away as you settle the heavy clothes on the table to fold. You pull your inner clothes closer to yourself to keep warm in the chilly room.

“I’m a bit too young to see their way of thinking. So I don’t fit in well with them,” he shrugs unbothered. He’s never liked the other Harbingers anyways, “I wasn’t aware that the Qixing had other leaders present.”

“Well, the Qixing prefer to keep things somewhat discreet-”

“Yaoguang? Is everything alright? We heard voices,” one of the Millelith cuts you off as both Childe and your eyes dart to the paper screen door. Childe steps silently towards the window sill, ready to escape if needed. He would have to do a lot of unnecessary explaining if he were caught and the Qixing were already suspicious of the Fatui.

“Yes, I’m alright. I haven’t heard anything at all. Are you sure you are alright? Maybe you should rest,” you quickly walk to the door and slide it open just enough for the Millelith to see your face. The Millelith shakes his head and quietly apologizes for disturbing you before leaving.

“That looks like my cue to go, it’s getting pretty late anyway,” Childe smiles as he ducks under the window sill and gives a small wave back to you.

“Have a good night Childe.”

“You too, Yaoguang.”

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“Don’t you think the Qixing are a bit too secretive?”

You turn around to see Childe sitting on the window sill as he ponders the thought. His right leg is resting on his left knee as his arm hold’s his chin as he stares at the wall in front of him. You give him a quick once over before going back to what you were doing, polishing your pin.

“Are you sure one of the Fatui should be saying that? Your organization plays with deceit and trickery” you laugh quietly to yourself as you place your pin in a old wooden box. It looked out of place in the room with the crude drawings and chipped paint, but Childe thought it suited you.

“Hey, I don’t agree with those methods at least! I’m here in front of you, aren’t I? But what about you? Aren’t you keeping me a secret from the Qixing?” he grins mischievously as he directs his attention onto you. Your back to still to him but he can watch your face in the reflection of the mirror. He’s not sure if he should commend you on your relaxed expression or the fact that he could easily kill you with your back turned.

“Mm, perhaps. But I enjoy this. You may not believe me but I think of you as a friend Childe. A personal secret of mine.” you say amused as you look up into the reflection of the mirror and manage to catch his surprised expression before it disappears.

“A friend? We’ve barely known each other,” he looked at you incredulously but with a wry smile, “I might seem nice but I’m still a bad guy.”

“A lot of people in Liyue don’t appear as they seem. But I don’t consider all of them as bad people. Don’t you think so Childe?”

He doesn’t say anything. You never mention it again.

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“I have a younger sister who is an astrologist,” you say as you’re lying back on the bed while he sits on the window sill, “she’s the one that gave me this pin except her pin is red with the star and moon.”

You held the pin up for him to take and look for himself. He slips off the window sill and walks to your lying figure to take hold of it. It was a blue pin with a star in the center and the sun’s rays lining the edges of the rim. It was a bit worn but it was in incredibly good condition. He’s seen how you look at the pin so he’s not surprised.

“Astrology huh? Aren’t you Qixing named after the Big Dipper’s stars?” he asks as he hands the pin back to you and watches your eyes take a childlike gleam. He huffs a bit amused under his breath, you always seem to get like this whenever he let’s you ramble about stars.

“Yes, Yaoguang is translated from the Alkaid star. Alkaid derives from the Arabic phrase meaning "The leader of the daughters of the bier". The daughters of the bier are the three stars of the handle of the Big Dipper, Alkaid, Mizar, and Alioth. While the four stars of the bowl, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, and Dubhe, are the bie,” you ramble on making different gesture as you continue your mini lecture, “Tianquan and Yuheng are the stars Megrez and Alioth. They are here in Liyue too but Tianquan will be the one that preforms the Rite of Descension. It feels as if I’m attending my sister’s talent show even if Tianquan is older than me.”

“Hm, I’ve never looked into studying the stars. I’m more of a fighter,” Childe comments as he hears you laugh that you’re not surprised. He looks towards the moon and see’s it’s his time to leave. You give him a small wave as he starts back to the window sill before giving a small comment over his shoulder.

“You know I also have a younger sister.”

“Is she aware of what you do Childe?”

“No, of course not. Does your sister know what you do?”

“No, she doesn’t know either.”

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“Can I see your mask?”

He unstraps it from his head and hands it to you as he watches you run your finger around the intricate details before moving it over your face. You’re both seated on the bed this time beside each other.

“I don’t understand how you can fight wearing this,” you say as you squint your eyes through the opening of the mask. He chuckles softly at the weird expression before plucking his mask out of your hands.

“Hm? I thought the Qixing were capable fighters?” he asks as he reattaches the mask to the side of his head. He rest’s his chin back onto his hand and settles back into his comfortable position.

“Yes, Tianquan uses the geo element while Yuheng uses electro,” you list off on one hand.

“What do you use?” he asks.

“Who knows” you answer.

He pouts a bit which you have to stifle your laugh at. It’s somewhat amazing how far he’s gone with this. He’s pretty busy managing business behind the scenes and getting on friendly terms with that funeral parlor man, Zhongli was it? Yet, he finds himself back here whenever he get’s a free night.

“I’m sorry for laughing but I never thought you could make such an expression. But I’m being honest. I can’t use a vision so I don’t know,” you shrug as you lie back down and close your eyes. Childe nods along even though you can’t see him. He had always thought the pin you carried was your vision until you let him hold it for himself.

“If you joined the Fatui. We could give you a vision,” he says as his gaze almost pierces through you but you continue to look unbothered. Your eye’s still remained peacefully closed.

“It’s the night before the Rite of Descension. It will be a busy day so you should get some rest before then Childe”

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It was the day of the Rite of Descension and he had yet to see you. He knew you would be observing but wouldn’t you at least be at a vantage point where you could view the entire ritual?

“Excuse me, have you seen the Yaoguang?” he asks one of the Qixing attendants but she only looks at him confused. He’s not that surprised about that either.

“Yaoguang? I’m sorry but that leader isn’t here in Liyue right now. Did you mean to ask for Tianquan Lady Ningguang perhaps?” she attempts to correct as she gestures to the middle of the stage, where the white haired woman was standing.

“Yaoguang isn’t here? They haven’t appeared at all these past few weeks for the Rite of Descension to observe?” he asks again but the lady shook her head as he chuckled. So not even people closest to the Qixing knew that one of their leaders was being impersonated.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I meant for Tianquan Ningguang. Sorry, these star names are a bit hard to wrap my head around” he laughs it off before walking away before the lady has time to respond.

“She is busy preparing for the Rite of Descension so she won’t be seeing anyone anytime soon. Perhaps after the ceremony if it’s urgent?” she still calls out to him before going back to her responsibilities.  

Tartaglia nods as he waves goodbye before continuing on. He never cared for the Rite of Descension but maybe today will be interesting. He spots two familiar faces in the crowd trying to get to the front to see the Rite of Descension. They seem to be friends. He laughs to himself as he reminisces all your past interactions with him. He’ll find out sooner or later who this mysterious Yaoguang impersonator is. After all, the walls have ears.

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Part 2 perhaps? Depends on the feedback I get on this. I read about the big dipper for this fic. 

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Loki x Reader: Swan Song - Ch3

It was a long journey to New York City, where Stark Tower was, and the small apartment you’d be staying in.

Loki had appropriated a small castle as the center of his operations, so this apartment would be a serious downsize in your regular luxury scale. You weren’t too upset though, you had certainly had your share of distasteful lodgings under his service before.

By the time you were dropped off at your apartment, you already had the details of your new identity memorized. All you had to do was turn up for work at Stark Tower, working as a secretary for Pepper Potts. You had taken over the identity of some high ranking SHIELD agent, so the occasional leave of absence that Loki was certain to give you, would go unquestioned.

Your first order of business would have to be getting close to Steve Rogers. There was no way of outright seducing him or even just sticking a knife between his ribs. No, Captain America would need a more delicate approach. Loki didn’t want to have you move too fast though, there were other precautions he still needed to set in place.

So all things considered, befriending Steve would be good enough for now.

As you rode in a cab to your first day at work, you mentally planned your agenda. Loki had planted a number of spies within Stark’s small workforce, allowing you to have an intimate knowledge of the Avengers’ day to day activities.

The taxi dropped you off outside the tower and you confidently made your way inside and across the foyer. You knew you would only have a few minutes to act, so you slipped into the elevator and rode up to one of the lower levels.

There was an office somewhere on that floor that you were able to sneak into, giving you a fake excuse to be on the floor. If nothing else, you could claim you were lost, since it was your first day. All that mattered was you were on this level and waiting at the elevator on time.

Patiently, you stood before the elevator, waiting carefully. You double-checked the time, you would have seconds to calculate and then…

Stepping forward, you approached the elevator, tripping the exact second the doors slid open.

You fell to your hands and knees, face already blushing in obvious embarrassment. Your blouse was also slightly unbuttoned, just enough to draw the wandering gaze, but not to be too showy.

Your own gaze flicked up and you saw your target.

Stealing a slow, carefully timed look, you saw a tall blonde man staring down at you in shock.

“Oh hi!” Your voice, holding the perfect amount of flustered embarrassment. “Dammit!” You looked down, knowing that you would have stared too long to ogle his physique.

The tall, muscular super soldier, with a perfect shoulder to waist ratio of a corn chip, clear blue eyes and an easy smile was definitely someone to be attracted to. But your heart’s sights stayed on your green eyed lover.

The soldier smiled at you, pausing just longer than necessary to stare at you. You were on your hands and knees, back and hips curved to be at the most tantalizing angle possible and doe-eyed enough to appear innocent.

Finally he snapped out of his trance and stepped forward. “Ma’am! Sorry! Let me help you!”

You scrambled to gather your papers, quickly assuring him it was fine.

“No please, it’s my pleasure.” He took your hand, gently pulling you to your feet, before stooping back over to collect the rest of the papers.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled sweetly, looking away as you feigned nerves.

“Don’t worry about it at all, glad I could assist you.” The two of you stood there, equally silly smiles plastered on your faces as you tried to think of what to say.

“I should… I should probably get going.” You finally said. You held your hand out for the papers, pleased to see he had been too distracted to realize he was still holding them.

“Oh, right, sorry.” He laughed sheepishly, handing them over and stepping back. “You look really familiar.” He finally blurted out, then snapped his mouth shut in surprise.

You blushed, “Sorry?”

“Have we met? Geez, I’d feel terrible if we had and I forgot…”

“Nope, recent transfer here at Stark Tower.”

“Oh.” The man hesitated, “Well, if you need anything, I’m Steve Rogers, I’d be happy to help.” Steve grinned.

“I’ll keep that in mind, next time I trip.” The elevator dinged as it came back to your floor. You ducked inside, waving at him as you moved. Pressing the floor button, you held your breath. You weren’t sure if your gamble would play through here.

Steve’s hand reached through the door, catching it before it closed all the way. You jumped back in shock, internally breathing a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t catch your name.” Steve said, smiling at you through the door.

“It’s (Y/n), (Y/n) Smith.” You smiled.

“(Y/n). Pretty name. Well, hopefully I’ll see you around.” He added shyly.

You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”

The doors slid shut completely, leaving you alone in silence.

Quietly you cursed, realizing this delay would make you late for Pepper Potts. As long as you maintained the job and at least contact with Rogers, you should be fine. Either way, you couldn’t afford a slip up right now.

As the door closed in front of Steve, he turned away, still smiling happily. That beautiful girl looked familiar. Or maybe it was just her pretty face. She seemed warm and friendly.

“Did you ask for her number?”

Steve spun around at the sound of Tony Stark’s voice. “Shut it, Stark.”

“What? She seemed nice. Really hot that one… I wonder if she’s seeing anyone.” Tony grinned.

Steve scowled, “Honestly, have some class.”

“I could have Jarvis get it for you, if you want.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I thought you called me here for a reason.”

“Right, c’mon, let me show you some things.”

“Absolutely. Of course, thank you so much Miss Potts.” You replied cheerily.

“Right. Just don’t be late again, ok? And you can call me Pepper if you want.” Pepper Potts looked up from her computer tablet. She had just finished explaining your job for the next several weeks; however long SHIELD needed you here, or rather Loki. Pepper left you with the last bits of information and reminders before leaving you to your station.

Over the next three days, you ran into Steve from time to time, chatting amicably and laughing like teenagers.

If it lasted like this for more than a week, you figured you would make the first move, probably ask him to dinner. For now, you quietly hoped to skip that measure. You didn’t want to hold that part of the relationship, he needed to be in control. His confidence was key.

The fourth day came, just as you were packing up from your desk, you felt a presence looming over you.

“Hey there.” You heard Steve’s shy voice.

Glancing up, you smiled, “Hey Steve.”

“I was wondering,” he looked around hesitantly, “could I get your number maybe? If it’s not too much trouble.”

You beamed at him and nodded excitedly. “Sure! Here, let me write it down.” You scrambled for paper, heart leaping for entirely different reasons.

“I’ll call you then, alright?” Steve nodded your confirmation. “Excellent, talk to you soon.”

Bidding him good night, you hurried from Stark Tower and slowly made your way home through the long New York commute.

Tonight would be a good night to talk with Loki, check in on how he was doing. He was long overdue for a phone-call anyways.

You mentally reminded yourself that Stark and SHIELD - even if you were technically working with SHIELD, there’s no way Fury would trust a member who was now so close to Captain America – would be keeping a closer look on you from here on out. That was a downside of infiltrating such a secretive group, but global conquest had its price.

You kicked your heels off when you got home and collapsed onto the couch. You dialed Loki’s number and set the phone down while it rang. You knew he wouldn’t answer.

Sure enough, the phone went to a generic message, assuring you that this number didn’t exist and to possibly try again.

You sprawled out on your back, resting your arm over your eyes as you lay there tiredly. The last few days had been exhausting, secretarial work was definitely not within your usual job description; you preferred getting close to people, interacting, seducing, manipulating.

When your phone rang again, you checked the caller ID, recognized it as Loki, and turned your apartment’s stereo on to full blast.

“Hello lover.” You murmured into the phone.

Loki’s soft laughter came through the receiver. “And to you. How are things?”

You sighed, “I got the soldier’s number, Steve.” You paused, “He’s supposed to call me, not sure when just yet.” Loki was silent, but you knew him well enough that he wasn’t happy. “Oh don’t be so glum.”

“I’m not glum.” Came the quiet response, the jealousy was readily evident.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not?”

“When can you sleep?”

“Are you going to invade my dreams?” You smiled at the thought.

“How else am I supposed to be with you?”

“You won’t get any sleep tonight then.”

Loki let out a soft sigh, “One sleepless night is nothing if it means I can hold you for a time. Besides, we need to talk more frankly.” You sat up, curiosity piqued. “And this is by no means a small plan, there are many others constantly carrying out my will.”

You smiled, “Only the heavy lifting right?”

“Naturally, I leave all the truly dirty work to you.” There was a pause. “Now go sleep, I want to see you.”

“Alright, good night.” You hung up and set the phone down, before stretching and yawning loudly. Then you stood up and turned the stereo off before slowly making your way to the spacious bedroom. You vaguely wondered what direction you were being spied on from.

Stopping in the kitchen to grab a glass of wine, you hurried to your room. Once in the bedroom, you shut the door and locked it, before searching through your various dressers to see what to wear to bed. Loki was able to join you in your dreams, and you always ended up in the same clothing you fell asleep in.

After a few minutes of digging, you pulled out a green, sheer, lace tanktop, nearly see through, and a pair of green satin panties. You quickly shimmied out of your work clothes, redressed and crawled into bed. Quickly downing the glass of wine, you laid down and waited for sleep to envelope you.

When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were in a spacious white bedroom. Soft light fell in through large windows. Looking out the windows, all you could see was a soft blue sky and you figured you must be in some sort of tower.

The bed itself, that you were lying on, seemed to be made of clouds; the material was soft and light as air. You sat up, considering getting out of bed to get a better view of the outside.

From beside you, you heard a low voice purr, “For me?” Then long, slender fingers glided up your arms and gently massaged your shoulders, plucking delicately at the straps of your tanktop. You looked over your shoulder as Loki started placing long sensuous kisses on your neck. His chest was bare as he continued kissing and sucking the skin, occasionally nibbling and nipping. “I suppose you do know how I love to unwrap my presents.” His hands continued sliding up and down your arms.

You reached under the blankets, sliding your hand up Loki’s legs, until you reached his hip and realized he was already naked. The speed of Loki’s breath increased as you lazily stroked his leg. “I’m surprised about the room, I was expecting green.” You murmured.

Loki laughed into your skin, before sliding his hands around and he began playing with your breasts. You barely stifled a small moan. He pulled you nearer him, sliding one hand down your stomach, and slipping his fingers under the band of your panties. His hand moved and cupped your mound as his fingers began stroking and rubbing your clit. Waving his other hand, you let out a soft ‘oh’ of surprise as the room darkened and the bedding changed colors.

Before you could do anything else, he parted your slick folds and slipped a digit in, stroking and curling it gently until he found your sweet spot. You shivered in delight and leaned against him, tossing your head back against his shoulder.

“We have business to discuss,” Loki whispered, his fingers continuing to pleasure you. He spoke between kisses and you panted heavily, barely able to think straight as the flame in your core started to build. “But,” he slipped another finger in and you gasped, gripping the sheets tightly, “I’m willing to wait.”

You nodded, “Anything.”

Loki increased the pace of his fingers, scissoring the digits as you started to mewl in content. You reached your hand over and dug your nails into his leg as he began applying pressure to your aching button. You reached over and grabbed his cock and began pumping it, gasping as he continued to thrust. Loki added a third finger and you groaned, squeezing his hard shaft as your muscles clenched around his fingers.

You could feel your climax building. “Loki, I,” Your toes curled and with one last thrust of Loki’s fingers, you screamed as your orgasm overcame you. You continued pumping Loki’s shaft, and shortly after he came. He sank his incisors onto your shoulder, muffling his own sounds of delight.

You completely collapsed against Loki as he pulled his hand away from your tingling sex. With his other hand he stroked your sweat dampened hair and kissed your jaw. After the two of you finally regained your breath and you felt your senses return, Loki spoke, “I vote that we continue this in a moment.” You nodded weakly, “but first, we do have business to discuss.” You tilted your head back to look up at him. “I’ll be letting the metal man’s quim know that you have to leave for a few days, make whatever excuses necessary for the soldier.” You nodded. “Not too far from my current abode, there is a dignitary staying at a hotel. He requires a specific kind of companionship, his taste in looks is very particular. I’m rather disgusted to know this, but I trust the word of my spies. Naturally, I’ll give you a different look to better suit him, put him at ease. The less involved with him you are, the happier I’ll be, but ultimately, I just need him dead. Can you do that?”

You grinned wickedly, “My king, I’m offended.” He raised an eyebrow, “Of course I can do that.”

“Don’t let him touch you.” Loki growled, his eyes flashing.

“It’s the hazard of the job, love.” You murmured back with a small pout.

“Yes, which is why I look forward to punishing you and reclaiming you as mine when you return home.”

Grinning, you replied, “As do I.”

In one swift movement, you were on your back and he was straddling your hips, staring down at you wolfishly. “Now, where were we?” Loki growled.