#the day I picked up the eleventh harbinger

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#5

What do you mean, this isn’t how it happened?

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Kinktober 2024 Day 15: Childe x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6849

Warnings: Afab!reader, Traveler reader, friends with benefits to enemies then back to friends with benefits again, outdoors, impact play (male receiving), switching, femdom elements, handjob, mentioned cunnilingus, Childe being a pain slut

A/N: I have been fighting tooth and nail all day trying to get enough time to post this while I'm at work and nothing has wanted to cooperate with me. lol Also I wasn't able to have this one beta read due to my own negligence, so please forgive any mistakes. 🙈

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You weren’t expecting to run into him out in the rolling fields and verdant grasslands of Inazuma’s countryside. In fact, you hadn’t expected to run into him at all. 

The last you’d seen of the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger was back in Liyue, a whole stretch of ocean between here and there, and he’d looked half dead on his feet at the time. But that was months ago now, and he seems to be back in good health as he lifts a companionable arm to wave over at you from further down the gently sloping hillside.

“Hello, comrade! How are you today?” 

An instinctive prickle makes you puff up as if to make yourself look bigger than you actually were, yet your hand pauses halfway through the motion of reaching for your sword. He wasn’t giving off any ill intent that you could pick up on where you were stood looking down at him, his posture relaxed and at ease to match the big, easy going smile on his face. Not that that really amounted to much in your mind anymore. After all, he hadn’t given the impression of someone who would summon a long sealed god to decimate a city full of helpless citizens the first few times you’d met either, but you knew how that had ultimately turned out for you. 

Still, you hesitate to draw your blade for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on. He looks friendly enough as he casually saunters his way up the hill, those long gangly legs of his easily clearing the distance quicker than when you’d climbed up here. And you’re just confused enough by his sudden appearance in such an unlikely place that you allow him to get closer than you probably should. Was he following you? 

“What are you doing here, Childe?” 

“Ah, I’d say I could ask you the same but I already know the answer don’t I? How goes your search, Traveler? Any luck yet?” Stopping about six feet away from you, the tall Snezhnayan lifts both his hands to brace them against his narrow hips. For a moment he just looks at you as if this were a completely normal, everyday encounter and not one that’s caught you utterly off guard. 

“I’m sure you know of the Fatui’s presence in Inazuma by now?” He finally says. “Not that I have anything to do with the gnosis or whatever is going on at the capital, mind you. I’m just doing some busy work, that’s all.”

“What sort of busy work?” You press, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously. 

“A simple investigation and nothing more. Interested?” 

Hesitating, you take a moment to quickly weigh out your options before deciding on the truth. “A little.” 

“Good. Something tells me you’ll be a lot more amenable if I’ve got information you want, so let’s chat. You’ve got the time, right?” Still grinning, Childe loosely drops his arms back down to his sides and starts to shuffle towards you with the clear intent of closing the distance. A nagging little voice in your head warns you to be careful of him and his sunshine smiles, but for some reason you just can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop or back off. 

Letting your mouth tug into a frown, you defiantly nudge your chin up as he comes to stand over you, his considerable height making it so you have to crane your neck back just a pinch to look him in the face. It was probably a mistake that you’d let him get so close but it was much too late to start backpedaling now. No way were you going to stand down and give him the satisfaction. 

“That makes it sound like I have a history of using you for my own purposes, but I seem to recall the exact opposite happening in Liyue.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to exact a little payback for that, Traveler. I’m right here if you want me.” He says, throwing you a quick, overly confident wink that makes your cheeks start to warm. This man … 

“If that was what I’d planned to do,” You softly intone, enunciating each syllable to make sure he catches every word clearly. “I would have done it when you were too injured to walk out of that Ruin Guard factory on your own. You seem to have plenty of connections to some bad actors but don’t mistake me for one of them. I’m not going to backstab someone after calling a truce.” 

Delightedly laughing in response, Childe lifts his brows at you in plain faced admiration. “Well said, comrade! I knew you had the true spirit of a warrior as soon as I met you. I’m glad you didn’t disappoint me.”

You breathe out a terse huff, nearly giving in to the urge to roll your eyes at the hypocrisy. But before you can let that juvenile compulsion get the better of you, Childe subtly shifts his weight and reaches out to just brush the tip of one gloved finger over your wrist. A soft inhale rattles in your chest at the contact, even for as brief as it is, and you widen your eyes up at him in question. 

“I know the same probably can’t be said of me,” He tells you, perfectly earnest now. “And you have my sincere apologies for that. If I promise not to do it again, do you think you can forgive me?” 

You catch yourself impulsively starting to say ‘for what?’ There was a long list to choose from, after all. Acting as if he was really going to kill you? Unsealing a long dormant monster from the bottom of the ocean floor to wreak havoc on a largely defenseless city? Or maybe it was all the underhanded trickery and little white lies he wanted your forgiveness for. 

But you don’t say it. What’s done is done, and in your eyes at least he’d already gone a long way in making amends to you during that impromptu adventure across the rocky Liyue countryside with his little brother in tow. It wasn’t perfect and it was certainly difficult to forget about that whole attempted killing thing, but you’d seen both sides of him now. Both the man and the monster, and you were fairly certain that Childe wasn’t actually a bad person. Of the few Harbinger’s you’d met so far, he was very close to being nothing more than a normal youth, the kind you could run into anywhere in Teyvat. Headstrong and a little foolish at times, but ultimately kind of heart. 

So you finally heave a quiet sigh through your nose and rock back to take half a step away from him, indicating that you were giving him the high ground now. “Fine. I’ll forgive you. If you’ll spar with me, that is.” 

“Oho. A challenge you say?” His smile instantly takes on a sharper edge, looking really quite eager now. “You wanna’ go hand to hand with me, Traveler? I’ve pretty much fully recovered from last time so be careful what you say.” 

You give your head a slow shake, trying not to giggle at his enthusiasm. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re physically stronger than me and bigger too. The outcome of that is obvious.”

“Then weapons, to balance it out - -“ 

“No. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you or get hurt myself. I’ve still got a long journey ahead of me and I can’t take the risk of you getting too caught up in the moment to keep your strength in check. We’ll use something that won’t accidentally maim either of us.” 

“Alright, you’ve piqued my interest. What did you have in mind?” 

Pinning him with a sly, mischievous little smile now, you back up another step and then another, coaxing him to follow after you. True to nature, Childe doesn’t even seem to give it a second thought and he trails in your wake with an anticipatory grin stretched across his mouth. This was not the first time the two of you had looked at each other like this and as long as both of you continued to keep yourselves alive out there it probably wouldn’t be the last. 

Falling back to the edge of the shady tree line with him, you make quick work of unclasping your sword sheath from your hip so you can drop it in the grass. He watches you attentively while you do it, the visibly stiff set of his shoulders giving away his thoughts on the matter. Just as you’d anticipated, then. A hot blooded young man like him could only ever seem to think of three things at any given moment: fighting, fucking or eating. 

But you manage to take him by surprise when, rather than reaching down to relieve yourself of your clothes next, you instead stretch out your hand to grab a sufficiently proportioned stick from a nearby tree limb. You can see him looking at you rather strangely now from the corner of your eye while you work to get it broken off with a series of sharply brittle snaps before handing it over to him. 

Looking really quite perplexed now, Childe slowly takes the offering from you to hold it up for inspection. “And what are we going to do with this, solnishko?” 

“Spar. Didn’t we already agree to that?” 

“Ahh,” The dephtless blue of his eyes seems to glitter from within, lit by an internal spark as he gives the stick a brief wave through the air. “We’re going back to children’s games to settle our differences then. I like it. We’d have to try very hard to kill each other with these.” 

“Exactly, and no one should get hurt either. Not too badly, anyway.” 

Trying not to grin and failing, you pick out another low hanging branch that looks to be about equal in shape, width and length to the one you gave Childe, working to get it tugged down to another cacophony of rustling leaves and snapping wood. Soon enough the two of you are setting in to get the smaller twigs pulled off to leave just a bare strip of mostly smooth bark along your substitute weapons, exchanging snickering commentary back and forth while you do it. 

In truth you were now looking forward to this a great deal more than you’d expected to when the idea first came into your mind. Sure, it was a little silly and even childish but this should do wonders to repair what consisted of your relationship with the Snezhnayan, whatever that was. Things had been so easy and uncomplicated at first, when he was still showing you around Liyue like some kind of professional tour guide and throwing yet another purse full of mora at you every time you turned around. It just sort of made sense that you’d naturally fallen into bed with each on one or two, or three occasions. 

Alright, maybe it was more like a dozen but you’d had little else to do in the evenings after wrapping up preparations for the Rite of Parting with Zhongli, and the Harbinger always seemed happy to entertain you no matter what time you came calling. 

Even in its simplicity it was still far from ideal considering his various attachments to what seemed to be the opposing side and your own nomadic life in Teyvat. But it was fun and casual in a way that didn’t appear to beget any hard feelings at the inherently impermanent nature of the arrangement. If you could go back to even some small semblance of that dynamic with him instead of the largely awkward skirting around each other you’d had to endure in front of Tuecer then you would be quite pleased with the end result. 

And as the both of you move into position after deeming each other's sticks fight worthy, you realize just how much you actually missed this lighthearted atmosphere with him. You'd probably never be able to find quite the same balance between work and play as before considering how deeply entrenched the two were on both sides but as long as you came out of this as friends again then that would be just fine by you. 

“Shall I go easy on you, Traveler?” He laughs over at you, the playful note in his voice ringing loud as he rather proficiently twirls his stick over his knuckles. Cute trick. 

“Don’t even think about it. I still owe you a solid hit or two for the way you were acting underneath the Golden House but I plan to exact it fair and square.” 

“Ooh, how confident. I like that about you, y’know.”

“I’ve noticed.” Holding your branch much like you would a sword, you drop into a braced fighting stance. 

Childe takes that as his cue and does the same, giving his stand-in weapon one last flip over his broad hand before snagging it in a proper closed fist grip. Except the stance he falls into is wide legged and open, leaving enough vulnerable spots in his defenses that most would assume him an amateur if they didn’t know any better. 

You do know better though, and even after fighting him once before in a real high stakes battle you still take a moment just to study him. Broad shoulders and thin wasted, quite tall but not entirely filled out just yet. He’s almost lanky in a way that you think should make him seem awkward when he moves, just as his posture falsely implies he’s too loose in that stance and too over confident not to get his ass handed to him. 

But after seeing Childe in action firsthand you’re well aware he’s not only light on his feet and perfectly in control of his body, but also rightfully arrogant in his abilities. No matter how many openings you thought you saw in his pose, you’d probably be lucky if you were able to land even a single hit in any of them. 

That didn’t mean you weren’t going to try though. 

Nudging your right foot out to the side, you start to inch your way towards him going in at a wide berth. He smirks at you, catching on that you were looking for a real window to launch an attack through and not one of the ones he’d see coming from a mile away, shifting in the opposite direction to face off with you. For a drawn out moment, all you do is simply circle each other there in the clearing underneath the shade of Inazuma’s shuddering otogi trees, listening to a bird sing in the near distance. 

You carefully watch the powerful flex of his legs while the two of you move, waiting for the right moment to strike. And it finally comes when his boot subtly dips a little lower than any of his previous steps had. He’d likely just sunk into a small divot in the ground and the change in his balance is so slight as to be nearly imperceptible, but it’s enough. 

And you launch yourself forward, kicking off from the ground to give your swing enough speed. Drawing your hand all the way across your chest and back over your shoulder, you mercilessly lash out with the stick aimed right at his stomach as if to disembowel him. The stick swings through the air so quickly, in fact, that a sharp whistle rises up for a split second. 

It ultimately amounts to nothing, however, when Childe keenly dances back on his toes just in time to avoid the strike and your arm simply completes the full arc of the swing without ever hitting anything. Dammit. 

“Woah! You’re really not playing around, are you?” He laughs, falling back just enough to keep you at arm's length. “I thought you said no one was going to get hurt doing this?”

“Too badly.” You stress, smiling right back at him as you restore your footing on the ground and bring the stick back around in a parrying position. Something told you he was going to retaliate after that. “Considering how badly you knocked me around in your other form, I think at least one good hit is deserved.” 

“Aww, want me to stand still and bend over for you?” 

A surprised laugh bursts out of your mouth, thoroughly caught off guard by that. 

In that split second waver Childe makes his move. His long legs and arms give him the advantage now just as they did underneath the Golden House, and you don’t quite move quickly enough to miss the bite of his stick whapping into the meat of your thigh. The fleshy smack that results sounds much worse than it actually feels, and you bounce away from him on the toes of your boots to get spun back around again. 

“That was a dirty trick.” You giggle through the slight sting as he straightens up, arm angling back to brace the branch over his shoulder in a tauntingly casual pose. “And I thought you said you weren’t going to take it easy on me? I know you can hit much harder than that.” 

“Yeah, well, can’t say I’m much for hitting a woman who’s only armed with a stick. But if you want me to light up your cute butt for you so much I’d be happy to oblige.” 

A slow flutter curls through your stomach, reaching straight up into your chest cavity which slowly expands with the steadying breath you pull in. This was exactly what you’d missed with him. It’s also what had been decidedly absent the last time you’d encountered each other when Teucer snuck to Liyue to see him. You liked this playful, boyish side of him much more than the solemn Harbinger who’d stood in the Northland Bank with you, learning of Zhongli’s schemes together. 

In the here and now, looking over at him across the small space that separates you two, you suddenly realize you’re grinning from ear to ear. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

Childe’s smile grows to match yours, flashing pretty white teeth at you seconds before he lurches into motion. He’s on you in an instant, his gangly limbs once again proving troublesome as he reaches out with his free hand to snag at your forearm. Trying to twist away from his grab does you no good and you let out a squealing laugh as he half spins, half drags you in place to turn your body to the side and point your backend at his dominant arm. It all happens in such a quick blur of motion that you’re only vaguely aware of the stick whistling through the air seconds before he pops you right across the ass with it. 

Even through your dress and bloomers it hurts this time, and you let out a wounded sound of affront when you start to bring your own branch up to blindly swat at him. 

But Childe is already pulling away from you, laughing like a mischievous boy who’s just done something incredibly fun but naughty as he tries to duck out of your reach. He’s not quite quick enough though and you just manage to snag the back of his jacket with one hand while the other rears back to strike. 

You successfully get one good thwap in across his hip, making his laughter ratchet up another notch even while he shudderingly tries to drag himself away from you. The hold you’ve got on his clothes quickly begins to slip like this so you impulsively reach down to snag the back of his pants instead. 

That sudden yank around his hips seems to upset his center of gravity just enough to bring him to his knees, much too busy whooping it up to fight you off at the moment, but that was fine by you. Letting out a victorious sound, you bring your stick down right across the seat of his pants with a good amount of force. But much to your dismay he just laughs all the harder for it, crumpling in the grass at your feet now. 

Standing there panting rather heavily over him, you can’t help feeling a little silly in the aftermath. What were you even doing out here, taking a stick to his behind like a misbehaved child? He was almost twice your size for crying out loud! 

“Alright,” You finally say when his shaking shoulders start to even out again, trying very hard not to start laughing yourself. “I think we may have gotten a bit carried away there for a moment. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I suggested we spar.”

“Please,” He says with no shortage of effort, his voice thick with lingering chuckles and reflexive tears. “You should have seen your face, Traveler. I’ve never seen you look so surprised. You didn’t even look that shocked when I used my Foul Legacy transformation back in Liyue.” 

“Well, that hurt! Of course I’d look surprised when you were still pussyfooting around when you got me the first time!” 

Childe immediately starts to laugh again as if that was easily the funniest thing he’s ever heard and you narrow your eyes down at him, watching his shaking fist pound at the grass. Although you were glad the mood between you and him was much lighter than it had been before, you can’t help feeling a bit miffed about this turn of events. 

Once again waiting until his trembling laughter starts to subside, you audibly huff a terse breath to get his attention. “Did that really not hurt you at all? Not even a little bit?” 

“Sorry, but it didn’t. I’m afraid if your goal is to hurt me you’ll have to do worse than that.” Sniffling a wounded little sound, Childe slowly pushes up to brace on his hands and knees where he lets his head hang low for a moment, trying to catch his breath. “I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time. Thank you.” 

Grumbling something unkind under your breath, you thoughtfully drop your attention down to the seat of his pants. The soft gray material was visibly rumpled from where you’d grabbed him but you could tell that he had just enough meat on his bones that he should have felt something. 

The notion that he was perhaps underplaying the sting, or had barely noticed it when he was uncontrollably laughing like that does momentarily cross your mind. But as you ponder over his narrow yet nicely defined ass an idea starts to form. Maybe the pants were actually the problem? 

Not stopping long enough to reconsider this decision, you quickly reach out to snag your fingers in the waist of his slacks so you can yank them down in the back. Immediately jolting, Childe snaps his head around to look at you over his shoulder with a genuinely surprised expression. 

“Hey — what are you doing?” 

“Just checking something. Stay still.” 

He noises an even more confused sound in response but doesn’t fight it as you yank at the material until you can get it pulled half way down. Across the narrow strip of creamy flesh you expose, you can clearly see a little red welt forming right across the meat of his cheeks as proof of your earlier strike. It certainly looked like it should have at least registered as a sharp bite into the flesh, and you were quite sure you had a matching one on your own behind to go with it, which still throbs even now. 

Lifting your hand, you gently soothe over the mark with a finger but he doesn’t even so much as twitch. “Do you really not feel that?” 

“It’s a little warm, I guess. Nothing crazy though.” A pause while he intently studies you. “Do you want to hit me again, see if you can make it hurt this time?” 

Your attention snaps up at that. “Are you sure?” 

“I don’t see why not, solnishko. You did say you owe me one good pop, didn’t you? I’ll even let you take my pants down if you’d like.” His mouth curls into a sly but still playful grin at that last bit. 

It’s his cocky attitude that ultimately sways your decision on the matter, quickly deciding that, yes, he did deserve at least that much from you. Even if only to knock him down a peg for just a moment. 

So you nudge yourself closer to kneel between the bends of his knees and lean into him, reaching around to his front. Quickly locating the clasp of his belt, you fumble to get it unhooked and then close your fingers in the material so you can pull his pants the rest of the way down without having to fight with it. 

Humming a rumbling sound of approval, Childe slowly lowers his upper half to the ground so he can brace his cheek along his folded arms, still peering back at you with a noted look of interest. You can guess what he thinks this will lead to, and you’d even admit he was probably right about that, but you still had an objective to accomplish first. Considering how much he’d left you banged up before, you certainly thought yourself entitled to some of that payback he’d spoken of. 

And as you peer over his backside, taking in all the lean muscle and the light smattering of pale freckles here or there, the reddish brown curls that are just a shade darker than what’s on his head, you understand why he doesn’t have any problem accepting a little punishment to go along with the pleasure. He was absolutely littered in scars from the tops of his thighs straight down to where they disappear in the pool of his pants and right up from the dip in his lower back to continue on beneath his light jacket. There’s even the jagged mark of a blade that was plunged into his hip — not very deeply, by the looks of it, but enough to leave a reminder. 

On one hand it was astounding that he’d even managed to live this long, given how reckless you knew him to be and all of the proof of past fights marring his skin. But on the other hand you could see now why the sting of the tree branch hadn’t even really registered in his mind. He was not only used to the pain but also probably numb in certain spots thanks to all the scar tissue. 

You’d known that going into this, of course. This certainly wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked. But his pert little ass was almost entirely blemish free and a strange feeling in your gut compels you now to mark him up and fill in all that blank space, even if only temporarily. 

“Don’t be scared to do it.” He murmurs back at you, snapping you from your thoughtful trance. The vague pinprick sensation of goosebumps erupts across your skin as you watch him shift slightly to bring one of his hands down, reaching between his legs to idly curl the fingers over his ballsack and draw your attention to it. “As long as you don’t aim too low it’ll be fine. These are sensitive, so the one thing I’d ask is that you don’t aim here.”

“I think I can do that.” You croak, suddenly feeling almost dizzy with the sharp rush of arousal that shoots through you. 

These sorts of power games weren’t usually on the itinerary, or at least they hadn’t been before. But, you supposed, things had changed and the dynamic was slightly different now even if the two of you were no longer on rocky footing with each other. You have to figure out how to adjust and slip into this new role though, so you take a moment to palm the backs of his lean thighs and give them a brief squeeze, allowing yourself a chance to relax into it. 

Breathing out a faintly shuddering breath, Childe massages over his balls one last time with that lingering hand before withdrawing his arm so he can brace it in the grass again. Seeing how relaxed and resigned he is to this particular development encourages you and spurs you on, and your palms boldly slide up higher to feel over the rather petite swell of his ass. He’s so tall and thin that you’d almost expected him to be completely flat but he’s actually got a very shapely behind for as small as it is. There’s even just enough fleshy give for your fingers to sink into him just so, and you take advantage of this opportunity to find the fattest part to strike him in. 

It’s not long before your own excitement turns into a constant, thrumming buzz that soon prompts you to reach for your long abandoned stick again. Shifting slightly to the side so you can kneel next to him rather than directly behind, you bring the thin wisp of wood up to place it delicately over the fleshiest part of him right across the center. From your peripheral you can see his shoulders hitch slightly to accompany the faint inhale you catch, but he doesn’t protest or move to pull away. 

Was he really willing to go even this far if it got him back in your good graces? You hadn’t even considered that as a feasible possibility until now. 

“Is here fine?” 

“Should be.” 

The vaguely intoxicated, thick quality of his voice makes you blink but a quick peek between his legs reveals the source. You’d been so focused on his ass that you hadn’t even noticed him getting hard. 

Straightening back up, you give the stick a gentle nudge against him to make sure you’ve got his attention. “One hit to make up for what happened in Liyue. That’s it, and then we can do … something that’s fun for the both of us. Does that sound fair?” 

“Aww, Traveler. Don’t threaten me with a good time, now. You can do it as many times as you want and I won’t stop you.” Rocking back slightly to deliberately push against the stick, Childe offers up a threadbare little laugh. “I’m curious anyway. Can you hurt me? Or are you just all talk?” 

Of course you can see what he’s doing from a mile away and you find that you have half a mind not to give him what he wants, just to see how he’ll behave then. But unfortunately you’re feeling much too on edge and anticipatory to deny him if it also meant denying yourself, so you pull your arm back into a full bend that leaves you ready to lash out. 

“Tell me you’re sorry, Childe.” 

“Wha — oohhn!” The noise abruptly tumbles right out of him as soon as you bring the stick across the vulnerable swell of his ass, cracking him right over both cheeks. He sounds more surprised than hurt, but he also shudders faintly as he twitches forward with the impact. Immediately chasing it with a low, vibrating rumble, he turns his face inward to let out a breathy laugh into the grass. “Sorry, Traveler. I know you weren’t very happy with me or that stunt I pulled. Forgive me?” 

You swallow your nerves down hard, struggling to formulate a coherent response to that. He almost sounded more amused than hurt … could it be he actually liked this? 

Ever so carefully, you pull the stick back from him to find another red welt marring his skin, this one much more pronounced than the first. So his pants had protected him from the full brunt of your earlier swing. 

And he gives his hips a brief wriggle at the loss, making his half hard cock swing pendulously between his legs. Clearly inviting you to either keep going or help yourself to other parts of his body, if you so wished, and you got the distinct sense he was happy with whatever as long as you were there with him. Did that in turn mean he’d missed you too, just as you had missed him? 

Consideringly, you glance down at the stick in your hand and then back over at his defenseless, upturned ass again. There was still an awful lot of unmarked skin there. 

Feeling some of your confidence return now, you fidget on the ground to straighten your spine and round your shoulders, before finally speaking with a smart intonation. 

“We’ll see … I think you can apologize better than that, don’t you? Tell me how sorry you really are.” 

A stiff flex works down his spine at that and he groans, breathy and soft to indicate his agreement. 

“I’m ever so sorry, Traveler — mmmhn!” 

“Without the sarcasm, Childe. Thank you.” 

Restlessly shifting in the grass now, he turns his head to peer over at you with a hazy look on his face that speaks of deep felt satisfaction. Whether it was because of your presence there next to him or what you were doing to him, it was impossible to say, but you decidedly liked that expression on him. It was nice to see him turning into a boneless puddle in response to what you were doing for a change. Usually he was a little too energetic for you to corral. 

His body language reads of perfectly willing submission now though, and you feel unexpectedly powerful as you draw your arm back in preparation to strike him again. This wasn’t just fun from your own perspective of retribution, though it's certainly that too. It was also just an exciting way to reacquaint yourselves with one another and set new boundaries after the previous ones had been shattered by his reckless actions. Although not what you’d expected to come of this, you’re quite glad things had turned out this way. 

So you thwack him once more, catching Childe right across the tight swell of his ass under the previous welt, making him slide his eyes shut and suck in a quick breath. 

“Try again.” 

“Oohn, I’m sorry, Traveler. Please forgive me.” 

Another sharp swat. “Again. I need to know you’re serious about this. Do you have any idea how much you scared me, suddenly transforming into a monster like that?” 

“Mmmm, I know. I wasn’t actually planning on hurting you though.”

“Then you don’t know your own strength.” Chiding him, you give his reddening behind another smack to leave one more faint line running across his cheeks. “I was so banged up I wouldn’t have been able to deal with Osial if everyone hadn’t stepped up to work together. I’m not very happy about that either, by the way.” 

Groaning a low, rattling sound now, Childe lifts his face slightly to fix you with a distracted, dreamy smile. “Give yourself a bit more credit, Traveler. I always knew you could handle it — hnng! Oooh, man. Gotta’ say, that’s really starting to sting the more you do it.” 

Well, at least you were making progress. “Do you want me to stop? I’m satisfied if you are.” 

He hums a soft sound of consideration at that, hips listlessly flexing as if he was starting to get antsy and impatient. And as soon as you lean closer to peer between his thighs, you understand why. Where he’d been only half filled out before, his cock was now achingly stiff and dribbling a slow bead of precum into the grass underneath him. The sight alone is enough to make you shudder fiercely where you’re knelt beside him, close enough that he doesn’t miss it, and Childe offers up a stretched thin laugh in response. 

“Yeah, wanna’ help me out with this? Could really use some of that sweet attention of yours right now.” 

You watch him give his hips a slight wriggle to make his cock tauntingly bob and draw your attention to it, and any resolve you may have had left immediately dissolves. Alright, you could forgive him. 

Quickly tossing the stick away, you nudge yourself right up against his side so you can reach under him and take his twitching length in hand. Childe gives a brief jolt at the contact only to then eagerly lean into it, pelvis working down into your fist. At the same time, you slide your other palm up along his thigh and smooth over his pink ass in a slow, savory gesture that’s meant to really rub the sting in. And it works, his chest stuttering with the hissing breath he abruptly sucks in before slowly shaking his head with a bothered groan. 

“Still not satisfied? Oohhhn … remind me to never get on your bad side again.” 

“And don’t you forget it.” You murmur, squeezing your thighs together in a blithe attempt to alleviate some of the sticky tension there even as you set in to work him over, pumping his cock with measured strokes of your hand. 

It’s clear he appreciates it and even enjoys it, but the attention grabbing throb over his ass seems to be quite distracting for him at the same time. Still, he doesn’t protest or try to pull away, merely trembling there on all fours while you insistently tug at him. 

You keep your other set of fingers busy drawing soft nonsensical patterns over the lifted welts on his skin for a drawn out moment before reaching a little lower to massage over his taint instead. That makes him sway almost unsteadily, gingerly pushing back into you with a gutted sound of pleasure. 

“Do you like that, Childe?” 

When he tries to speak all that comes out is a haggard sound so he sucks in a deep breath, steadies himself and tries again. “Y - yeah. I do.” 

Feeling your own excitement climb just a bit higher, you stroke is cock more vigorously to make his balls heavily sway with the motion. He looked so good like this, sounded so good when he was softly gasping like that. You could easily get used to this, you think. 

“Then cum for me. Go on. Let me see you shoot your load all over the ground, and then you can come eat me out with your sore ass in the air.” 

“Oohn! Shit!” 

He almost violently lurches against you, his narrow back dramatically arching for a painfully short moment before a sudden spasm takes hold of him. Breathlessly gasping and groaning, whining ever so softly in the back of his throat, Childe rides out the regretfully short lived flex of his juddering hips as his cock wildly twitches in your palm, releasing strings of creamy white discharge to plop harmlessly in the grass. Still lightly running your fingers over his taint, you’re rather pleased to find that the simple stimulation seems to encourage his orgasm to drag out until his balls have nothing left to give, and he just impotently shudders through the final few tremors. 

Finally wheezing a heavy sound of relief, all the stiff muscles in his body go lax all at once to leave him roughly panting, trying to catch his breath again. You can’t help feeling really quite pleased with yourself as you sit back to watch him recover, eager for your turn but still perfectly content just to observe him for the moment. He really was gorgeous, and it made for a potent cocktail when paired with how unexpectedly satisfying it was to have a man as powerful and headstrong as him on his knees for you. Yes, you certainly could get used to this. 

Although you weren’t entirely sure how he’d found you here in Inazuma you’re glad he had, and you full on grin at him when he at last recovers enough to bring his head up to look at you. 

“How was that?” 

“Perfect, you little minx. Now come here,” With a bestial growl and a quick flash of his teeth, Childe reaches out to snag your ankle before you can think to pull it away, physically dragging you across the ground towards him. 

Squeaking a small sound of surprise, you fall half of the way back to brace your elbows in the softly rustling grass, but he’s merciless in the way he pulls you closer. The motion catches your skirt under you and bunches it up, leaving your bloomers already partially exposed as he goes up on his knees to loom over you. Pausing only long enough to send you a darkly masculine, hungry look, he quickly sets his sights on the band around your waist to roughly tug it down, leaving you giggling an eager sound into the faint breeze. 

“If that’s the way you want it, fine. I’m game.” He croons at you, smirking deviously when he palms at your thighs to force them apart in a wide spread that fully bares you at him. “Just don’t go crying about foul play later, Traveler. I’m not going to go easy on you this time.”

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Crossposted: here

[your-local-hoemie]

Hi! Can i request childe and zhongli (seperate) coming home to his beloved overworked and slumped over her desk?

Omg I get to write geo papi :D watch me work my brain juices for ya!

Warnings: fluffffff, a tiny bit of angst in childes if you squint again because I can’t help myself, Concerned boys, not proof-read, established relationships, gn! Reader (I know you said “her” in the request but I wanna keep it gn for everyone’s enjoyment if that’s ok aaaaaa.)

Characters: Childe, Zhongli

No I didn’t get carried away hahaha….hah

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Childe~

He doesn’t understand at first lmfao

Mans constantly working so like? Isn’t this normal??

Honestly you might be helping him stop for a bit too

Gets very concerned :(

Might think you’ve died for a split second

Once he realised you’re fine he’ll make sure you’re moved to a comfier place like the bed or couch

Try to protest. I dare you.

He’ll probably arrange for one of his subordinates to complete any work you had left just to make sure you can rest

I also dare anyone to protest against a harbinger for finishing your work :)

You had been assigned a bunch of documents from Yanfei to go over after being transferred to her for extra work experience in Liyue before officially graduating.

At first your couldn’t be more optimistic about the workload telling yourself that it’s all worth it in the long run after years of studying law!

That lasted maybe a good four days before the lack of sleep and neglect to eat and drink properly started kicking in.

Raising your head you looked up from the paperwork checking the time. 4:30am. Groaning you raked your fingers through your hair, dragging them down your face trying to keep yourself grounded.

But much to your dismay no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open and your head free of fatigue, your body decided to finally take charge and before you can even protest, your head lowered to the table as your heavy eyes finally closed and took the rest they needed.

Meanwhile your beloved boyfriend, childe. Eleventh of the fatui harbingers, had finally got home after endless hours of his own work as a “toy maker”. He never told you about his true occupation, always worried it would put you in harms way or make you scared of him.

Opening the door to your house, making his way up to your bedroom he didn’t actually expect to see you awake being so early in the morning so when he saw the bed untouched and you nowhere in sight he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a twinge of dread run down his spine.

“Babe? Where are you?”

Picking up his pace he’d hurry around the house opening each door, his bow appearing in his hand from anxiety.

Reaching the finally room of your home he swung the door open only to find you slumped over your desk surrounded by paperwork.

Almost running over to your side he dropped to his knee’s placing his hand on your back almost like you’d break under his touch he softly shook you taking comfort in feeling your soft, deep breaths under his touch.

“Hmm? Childe?”

Raising your head groggily you look at your boyfriend for a moment trying to piece together the situation while rubbing your still heavy, sleepy eyes.

“Archons Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack! Why aren’t you asleep In bed!?”

Giggling sleepily you tried your best to explain the situation all while still feeling the heavy pull of sleep in your body not noticing the soft, if not concerned smile appearing across his face.

Letting out a sigh he gathered you in his arms lifting you up with ease, he carried you to the bedroom placing you down on the bed before pulling you tightly into his arms kissing your forehead.

“No more work for you love”

You were pretty confused to later find out you somehow still managed to finish all the paperwork before passing out even though you swore there was still a pile to go through~

Zhongli~

Oh he already knew.

You thought you were slick? You fool.

From the moment he laid eyes on the workload given to you all the way to your first yawn

He knew

He’d try to make it easier on you, knowing your stubbornness

Brings you fruit and tea every so often

Don’t be surprised if you get a nice back massage too~

Once he thinks it’s gone on for far too long he will take action and there won’t be a damn thing you can do

He’s a ex god. Come on.

If he thinks you should rest then you’re gonna rest

To bed with you

Lots of cuddles and head pats! Maybe even humming if he thinks it’ll help you relax

He won’t do your work for you, he doesn’t have the heart to risk ruining your hard work but he will help you if you seem like you’re struggling!

Much to no one’s surprise, Hu Tao had ever so kindly managed to gather a ever increasing collection of complaints from the citizens of Liyue from her persistent shenanigans that you’d be hard pushed not to find at least a little disturbing, leaving you to deal with the mountain on papers to sort through.

The moment zhongli caught wind of what had been keeping you so occupied from your routine walk through the harbour he was irritated to say the least.

After having a word with Hu Tao that was borderline passive aggressive he immediately stopped by the market picking up the best fruit he could find (much to Childe’s dismay) along with your favourite snacks.

Meanwhile you had enclosed yourself in your office, pondering your life choices while using all the strength you had to stay focused.

How long has it been since you started? When was the last time you ate? Questions hardly noticeable floated around the back of your mind as you intently ignored the pangs in your stomach and the worsening migraine growing across your head.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you finish reading a particularly rude letter sent in only to turn the page over by chance just to see that the paragraphs contained on the other side.

Finally snapping under the stress you lay your head down in defeat on the desk, tears threatening to run from your eyes and soak the papers under your head as you feel your body take over and force you to close them at last.

It wasn’t too long before you woke up in a mild state of panic before noticing a plate of beautifully arranged fruit, a warm cup of tea sitting beside you and a blanket draped over your aching back.

“Ah, you have finally awoken. Forgive me dear but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you from your much needed slumber so I took the liberty to prepare you some food”

God I love writing his funky little words

“Zhongli? H-how long have you been there?? What time is it!?”

“Hush now. No need to get worked up over such trivial things, you still have plenty of time to continue your work but I must remind you that rest and recuperation is an essential part to such dealings”

With that you find him dragging a chair next to you. letting out a deep chuckle he turned you towards him gentle pushing your head down to his lap as his fingers stroked through strands of hair. (If you’re bald then just ignore this part💀)

“Rest for now my dear, I shall assist you in this mess when you have recovered”

Not daring to protest against his authoritative tone, you close your eyes feeling your body melt at his touch.

Maybe a little rest wouldn’t hurt after all~

Bruh writing in zhongli’s fancy words is so fun I feel so sophisticated *sticks pinkie out and sips tea*

[cloudseeker14]

Frantic Desire (Childe x Fem!Reader)

This art isn't mine, it belongs to mamepokokun who's extremely talented. Please check them out and support them.

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?

[rush-the-stars]

take this bc it’s plaguing me. then i’m disappearing again bc i should be focusing on other things.

i hate childe. btw. don’t let this make you think otherwise.

cw: blood, gore; specifically a dismembered head. childe being crazy.

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The door’s burst open in a loud thud that echoes against all the cold marble and stone of the throne room. The wind howls as its let in, agonized, like an unsettled spirit. You pick your head up to see the whipping snow burst in with the open doors. Guards frantically move and then are shoved aside. One stumbles away.

The Tsaritsa, behind her veil of lace and diamonds, carefully inquires her head.

You sit beside her; her calculated right hand. Her most dear.

Your eyes focus on the commotion at the entrance. Another guard is thrown out of the way. You rise, wary, alert.

But the Tsaritsa hums in amusement and now you see what’s caused all the commotion.

Crimson breaks across the shining, pearl floor. A stark drag of it as Tartaglia, the eleventh Harbinger, stalks inside.

(You once knew him as Ajax—)

He looks wild; hair matted with blood, his face splattered with it. His eyes, so blue against the red, like the too-hot part of a flame. He looks wild, too, all predator—dangerous. A little mad-eyed.

When he gets to the bottom of the dais that you and the Tsaritsa sit upon, he tosses something down in front of him.

The dull, muted thud of it echoes softly.

Your mouth falls open—

It’s a head. It’s eyes wide open in frozen terror, lifeless, jaw unhinged and hanging. The neck has been severed and still drips in thick, dark fluids. Tendons dangle uselessly, flappy skin hanging, all of it so pale or so red. So shocking you almost don’t register what you’re seeing.

“What’s this?” The Tsaritsa asks lightly, in that soft, musical voice of hers.

“What you wanted.” Tartaglia says, loud enough for the room to hear, for the spectacle of it all. He’s panting, a little crazed.

“Do you want a reward for doing as you’re told?” She asks, just shy of fond, and deeply amused with him.

“Yes, actually.” He says and this time when he grins, it could be boyish and handsome if he wasn’t covered in so much blood—if it didn’t stretch into feral. A muzzle over his white, white teeth.

He lifts his sword, still dripping with blood, and points it at you.

You feel your heart jump and thud in the cage of your chest.

(He doesn’t look like the boy you knew—you don’t think you look like the girl he knew anymore, either.)

Still, he says, and there is triumph there that shouldn’t be;

“I want her hand in marriage.”

[https-furina]

i feel like #35 with childe ajax tartaglia pasta man eleventh harbinger would be funny hehe <3

CONGRATS ON 100 MY LOVE. SO PROUD OF YOU

✎ i wouldn't wanna fight you.

ft. childe x gn!reader

prompt: "i wouldn't wanna fight you. you're pretty feisty."

w.c. 594 words

content: fluff !! established relationship, reader with mild (work related) anger issues, some threatening words/threats (to the air, about someone), you do in fact have a knife, this is a little bit crack so i’m hoping my gf is on the same wavelength here

notes: tHANK U SO MUCH BABY SOBBING - also not his full government name omg

the kitchen is one full of many sounds, the fire crackling under the stove and the sound of your knife slicing through freshly washed radish are two to be named. there are not many words in the air, you'd barely said a word to your boyfriend since you returned from work - it'd put you in an awful mood and you wasn't one for lashing it out on the ginger male but childe is persistent, lurking around the kitchen under the guise of 'supervising the cooking.' he knew you didn't need supervising. you also knew this. childe just wants to be in your presence regardless of what mood you're in.

you're bubbling like a boiling teapot, each slice of your knife getting more and more aggressive as you think about the day you've just had. childe watches, mildly amused. he thinks you're adorable when you're angry but something nonetheless hits different in his mind when he sees you holding any form of weapon; you've picked up his bow before because he left it in a 'dangerous location' and he proceeded to spend half an hour trying to convince you to take archery lessons - with him as your teacher, of course (despite not liking bows.)

childe is aware you're going to overspill any moment now, he's just counting the seconds on his fingers before-

"i can't take their dumb faces anymore!" you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air - childe is quick to lower your hands before you stab something or someone, "y/n this, y/n that, how about they do their own damn work for once?"

your boyfriend hums, standing behind you as his hands rub motions on your upper arms. usually he'd have a snarky response to say but he's very much aware of the sharp knife in your hand, his blue eyes lingering on it for a moment before he decides to step away from you, wandering to the other side of the kitchen as a safety precaution.

"like especially her dumb face, how the heck did she get a promotion?" you're still going, multitasking as you drop the sliced radish into the pot of boiling water to your right, "she doesn't do anything! who was the one who had to save her ass from a ruin guard? me!"

childe does recall you telling him about the situation with the ruin guard, he'd berated you a little for not just asking him to take care of it but you had just the slightest of a stubborn attitude.

"the next time she says my name - no, the next time she even looks my way, i'm going to punt her," childe can't tell if you're serious from the tone of your voice, his eyes glancing at you from across the kitchen in concern, "maybe she'd be able to handle a ruin guard if she fought me."

"i wouldn't wanna fight you," childe finally speaks, humoured by your empty threats and attitude as you lean back on the kitchen counter to look at him, "you're pretty feisty."

your lower lip juts out, cheeks puffed as childe finally approaches you again, a grin on his face as he wraps his arms around your waist. he finds it funny how easy it is for him to peg you down a notch when it comes to having attitude.

"well i wouldn't want to fight you either," you throw back, slinging your arms over your harbinger boyfriend's shoulders, "i don't have a death wish."

childe presses his lips to your forehead, laughing lightly at your response, "touché."

© https-heizou 2023.

[justifiedthoughts]

Preventive Measures? What Preventive Measures? | Sicktember 2023

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I am very late to this, but in my defense, I got a block halfway through writing it and couldn't work on anything else until I did finish.

Prompt(s): [1] Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care [5] Preventive Measures (Not Taken) [25] Confused/Disoriented

Fandom: Genshin Impact Character(s): Il Dottore, Pantalone, Capitano Relationship: Capitano/Il Dottore/Pantalone (not specifically mentioned) Warnings: None.

"Where in a certain banker stayed out in the cold snow for a bit to long, and didn't take any measures of keeping himself warm enough during or after that point in time."

Pantalone is only mildly irritated, yet not surprised, when he wakes up shivering heavily, instinctively tugging the comforter further up to tightly wrap around himself. He spends but a minute drowsily trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes before he reaches out from his little cocoon, fumbling around his bedside table for a short moment in search of his glasses.

When he does eventually find them, he pushes himself to leave his bed, rushing to pull on his usual clothes to hopefully stave off the cold a bit. Even when dressed with his usual fur coat, his shivering doesn’t lessen even slightly. However, he doesn’t spare much time to be confused over that - he has a lot of work to catch up on today, considering he had spent far longer than he meant to out in the field the day before.

Instead, he simply reaches into his medicine cabinet to take some basic cold medicine - just in case if he’s actually coming down with something - before moving to migrate to his office. Which is, unfortunately, relatively the same temperature as the rest of Zapolyarny Palace, but there’s not much he can do for that besides make sure the windows are shuttered and the fireplace lit.

Those two, of course, are the things he does first upon reaching said office of his. He struggles longer than usual with lighting the fire though, his hands trembling from shivers as he tries to light a match, but soon enough there’s a steady fire going to hopefully warm the room up at least a bit.

Looking over at his desk, Pantalone quietly sighs to himself and organizes a few things throughout the room before finally sitting down, pulling over one of the papers from yesterday that he missed due to his outing.

“Regrator, I have a proposition!”

Il Dottore - the Prime, this time around - slams the door open, grinning widely from a combination of his new, phenomenal idea - of which he’s going to need funding for, of course; why else would he be here? - and having completely terrified the guard standing outside the room prior to bursting in as he has just done.

When he actually catches sight of the other Harbinger, he frowns at the absolute lack of any sort of cutting retort, as the other usually tends to do. Instead, the Ninth seems to be staring down blankly at a sheet of paper - probably some nonsensical monetary report, maybe the Eleventh spent ten million mora on a meal in Liyue again!

The Doctor strides towards Pantalone, curiously leaning down to catch his eye once he’s close. They’re glassy, which is certainly an odd deviation from how the banker usually presents himself. Always so fastidious about himself, from his appearance to his evident attention - most of the Harbingers know to simply come to him if they missed something in a recent meeting; even Tartaglia, the youngest and easily the most naive of them all, has learned how to be roundabout in netting any required information during one of the Ninth’s heretic rants.

Disregarding that matter for the moment though, Dottore’s frown only deepens when Pantalone snaps out of his little haze, the man barely moving beyond the shivers he’s been under this entire time, as well as slightly rotating his head to look at Dottore.

“You were… quick today, Dottore..” He fully scowls when the man struggles to pick up his pen - it’s just a pen, and an easy one to hold, at that! - reaching out to stop the Regrator from moving any further. He recoils slightly when he feels how cold Pantalone is - just slightly, for his lab is also rather freezing, though he certainly didn’t expect to feel that same relative temperature on the skin of his dear banker - but doesn’t stop holding his wrist. Cold, very cold; shivering; clearly disoriented and tired; an inability to easily grab onto things..

“Ignorant imbecile,” Dottore sighs, tugging Pantalone’s chair away from his desk. The Doctor ignores the other’s belated protests as he hoists him up into his arms - for all the Ninth tries to struggle, it’s a rather pathetic attempt, as he doesn’t even cause Dottore any issue as he carries him out of his office - once again scaring the guard stationed outside it half to death.

Rather than bring him to his lab - which certainly won’t be any help at all, not with how cold it is in there - Dottore takes Pantalone over to one of the warmest rooms in the palace, second only to the gardens and installed by the very banker within his arms. Who, it seems, has given up on trying to get down and has instead resorted to occasionally - yet weakly - attempting to punch him. Which, of course, does nothing in regards to freeing him. 

When they’re almost there, Pantalone sighs quietly and completely gives up in any escape attempts. Dottore grins and immediately deposits him onto the couch, pulling a blanket over him with all the flourish that is expected of one of his younger segments - a bit too energetic for anyone else to deal with; not that he cares, of course.

“Stay right here, Regrator, and I shall be back!” 

He cackles as he strides off towards the kitchen, leaving the freezing banker to uncomfortably doze, shivers wracking his body as he absentmindedly fumbles with pulling the blanket closer to himself. It takes a long time for him to even think of responding, and even with no one else around to hear he sounds pathetic.

“As if I can even move..”

It hasn’t been long enough for the Doctor to finish whatever-it-is he’s doing in the kitchen before somebody else disturbs Pantalone, as he feels something heavy, yet warm, drop onto him - nigh on knocking the breath out of his body - and someone sits next to him.

Blearily opening his eyes, he glances to his right and only gets slightly startled at the hulking form of Capitano, who is supposedly staring right at him - not that he can really tell, considering the Captain’s helm and its solid darkness. But, it is pointed in his direction, and it’s generally the thought that counts anyway.

“Regrator.”

“C-Captain.” Mentally, Pantalone curses his shivering, as his teeth chatter lightly. 

“You’re cold.” “Maybe so, yes.”

The silence that comes after their very brief conversation is a comfortable one, rather unlike most silences that Pantalone has with his other fellow Harbingers - those silences tend to be rather awkward, full of words that none of them will say. Mostly because they’re either spiteful ones that need not be stated within their positions, or terms that need not be said for already being known and understood.

Of course, that’s not to say that there aren’t outliers, but Pantalone prefers to put Dottore and Tartaglia into their own little group, rather than factor them into his internal comparisons.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when Capitano places a surprisingly warm hand on his head, effectively mussing up his hair. Hesitating, he eventually just sighs and burrows deeper into his blanket - and apparently Capitano’s coat, too - cocoon. If today’s the day that everyone decides to be all touchy-feely with him, then what power does he have to stop them; especially considering he can’t even hold a pen, for Tsaritsa’s sake!

While Pantalone begins to lightly doze again, the Captain keeps a hand on his head, and they remain like that even when Dottore returns. With more blankets. And a steaming cup.

Pantalone grunts when Dottore haphazardly drops all of the blankets onto him, leaving either him or Capitano to figure out placements - more likely Capitano, since the doctor then shoves the steaming cup - of tea, apparently. He didn’t realize that Dottore could make tea without burning the water - into the Ninth’s hands; when he protests due to the heat, said doctor merely replies, in false cheer, “Good to hear that you’re more aware, dear Regrator! Now, drink up!”

“I-” “Drink.”

Pantalone sighs, but does as ordered with obvious reluctance, only to immediately let a grimace cross his face the moment the liquid touches his tongue.

“It’s scalding,” he complains, holding the cup away from himself with all the delicacy of the rich, picky banker that he is.

“And you’re freezing.” Dottore shoves it back at him, nearly causing it to spill over him. At this point, Capitano finally reaches over to put a hand between them, plucking the cup from Pantalone’s hands to spend a brief burst of cryo energy - courtesy of his vision - in order to cool the cup slightly. Only slightly, so that it’ll still be hot, but not so much that Pantalone would have to burn his tongue.

“Drink the tea,” he commands, handing the cup back to the banker - who carefully takes it in his hands and does as asked, only to be pleasantly surprised at how the tea is, in fact, no longer burn-his-tongue hot.

“Oh, so you’ll willingly obey the Captain, but not me, the literal Doctor. I see how it is.” Dottore openly sulks, laying it on thick as he sits on the coffee table without a care for how dirtied he’s making it. However, he squawks in a completely undignified - when did he ever have proper dignity, though? - manner when he’s abruptly plucked up off of said table and set on one of the many plush armchairs spread throughout the room. He cranes his head up at the first chance to glare at Capitano, for who else would have done that?

Of course, his glare isn’t as effective as it could’ve been, considering his mask, but it’s thought that counts - or, at least, that’s what Pantalone always says. 

Once they’re a bit apart, though, both the Regrator and the Doctor finally stop sniping at each other. As Pantalone quietly sips at his drink, buried under at least half a dozen blankets, Dottore pulls out a small chaos core and begins to fiddle around with it - pulling it apart and rearranging it - and Capitano silently heaves a sigh of relief from having nipped that small argument in the bud.

[thewarinourstarwars]

When the Trees Fell Silent

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: When Lumine fell ill because of the meditation incense, her condition was so grave that Tighnari asked Paimon who might come to see her. The Eleventh Fatui Harbinger is the one who arrives in record time to help.

Pairing: Childe/Tartaglia x Lumine (Chilumi)

The girl known as the Traveler dreamt in the hazy darkness that overcame her in the scholar’s cave. Visions of decaying Inazuman mansions and a large, glowing tree flickered in and out, with an abyss of stars in between. She could hear voices whispering around her, but could never quite pick out what they were saying. Time and her own identity were lost to her, consumed by the heaviness that had caused her to collapse and succumb. 

Therefore, when recalling the events later, she did not know how much time had passed when a new voice had cut through it all. 

“Lumine? Lumine!” 

In a shock, her eyes flew open. Her body was weightless now, as she flew up from the bed. Light flooded through the window and doorway, everything still a haze, albeit a more colorful one now. 

“Ajax?” She whispered the name, a secret given under the confidence of Snezhnayan fire-whiskey and more familiar stars. That couldn’t be, he was in Inazuma just as she’d been leaving, she had still been keeping her distance from him then. 

And yet, when she blinked, she saw his frame dropping onto the stool beside her bed. The circles under his eyes were darker than usual, but his eyes were still just as terribly intense, like a raging sea. 

“I’m here.” He took her hand. 

“I don’t understand.” Lumine frowned as she took in her surroundings. She was in a green leaflike hut, the likes of which she’d never seen before. “What happened? Where am I?”

“I don’t know everything.” Childe glanced over his shoulder. A young man with tall fox-like ears and Paimon lingered just outside the hut’s doorway. “But Paimon told me that something happened when you first came to Sumeru, then she started crying and I couldn’t understand her.”

“I was in a cave, there was this lady. . .” Lumine trailed off as she struggled to recall what had happened before she had entered that fog. “Wait—how did you know to come?”

“I just got here.” Childe chuckled. “Just in time, I guess. I already had a bad feeling, before I got the letter.”

“A letter?”

The fox-eared youth stepped through the doorway. “That would be me. I asked your friend if there was anyone to write to, since your condition is undoubtedly the worst reaction I’ve ever seen to the mediation incense. She told me that you’d want me to write to him.”

“I got the letter two days ago,” Childe added. “I came as quickly as I could. Sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

“How long have I been out of it?” Lumine looked now to Paimon, who had floated into the hut. 

“Seven days.” The fox-eared youth was the one who had answered. “But you have a place to rest now, and you’re going to need it.”

He then looked to Childe. “I’ve seen it happen before, miraculous recoveries when the right people are nearby. I’m just glad it worked out this time. I’m Tighnari, by the way. You can come find me if you have any questions. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to join a patrol.”

With that, the fox-eared Tighnari disappeared.  

“Traveler, are you okay?” Paimon floated over the end of Lumine’s bed now. “Paimon was worried—Paimon kept yelling but you wouldn’t wake up and it was forever before the Forest Rangers came!”

“I’m okay.” That was a lie, Lumine’s head definitely hurt, and not just for hearing the high pitch of Paimon’s shrill voice.

“It’s going to be okay, Paimon.” Childe’s voice was gentle, like when he spoke to Teucer. “You can rest now, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Are you sure?” Paimon tilted her head, her arms folded to match her suspicious glare. “No funny business, Mr. Fatui!”

“No funny business, I promise.” He sounded as if he were struggling not to laugh as he held up his free hand. “Pinky promise.”

“Oh, that means Paimon gets to throw you on the ice if you break it!” Paimon’s eyes lit up. “That’s a deal!”

Lumine exhaled sharply through her nose—that was as close to a laugh as she could get right now. 

Paimon started to float off, when Lumine had a thought. “Wait!”

Paimon stopped and turned around. “Something wrong?”

“Thank you,” she said. “You were right.”

Paimon tilted her head, shrugged, and then continued off. Which left her and the Eleventh Harbinger alone. 

“How are you really?” He asked, once Paimon was fully gone. 

“Head hurts,” she admitted. “I’m still so tired.”

“I’ve heard about the meditation incense the scholars use here.” Childe’s expression was contemplative. “I’ve been wanting to train to withstand it, to get stronger. But first, you’ll have to get stronger, comrade.”

He was still holding her hand, she realized—and she didn’t want to let go. A part of her knew that she should, that she should try to put up walls between them, try to stop her heart from breaking again. 

She forced herself to pull her hand away, as if he’d burned her. Which he had—but it was a long time ago now. 

“Something wrong?” All joviality had left him, she could now picture exactly what he’d looked like when he came through the door and called her name, called her from the dark. 

She turned around, letting her back face him. She wanted to reach back out for him. But hadn’t she embarrassed herself enough, letting him know that he mattered enough to her to bring her back, when no one else could? By calling his name back?

She was so sick of traveling. So tired of having no home to come to, always unfamiliar sights. Only two familiar faces—her brother’s and and her own. She’d had a home once, long ago. It was in times like these, the few times a falling star and a young god could truly be vulnerable, that she wanted a home, she wanted familiar faces. She wanted an open heart. 

“I want to go home,” she finally said. “But there is no home.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, girlie.”

It wasn’t just about what she’d said, she knew that with how heavy his voice was. It was about everything she wouldn’t, couldn’t say. It was about everything he’d never say—not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. 

It was quiet for a long time. The wind rustled through the trees and a light rain began to tap at the roof. A chill came in through the open windows and doors. Lumine heard a scraping of the stool being pushed back.

“I’ll go find a blanket.”

At the first footstep, she panicked. 

She rolled over and reached a hand out, but he was already out of reach. “Don’t—“

He stopped. He was so still, he might have been a statue or a tree. 

“Don’t go,” she found herself saying, and hating herself for it. “Please don’t leave me.”

He hurried over to her side, taking her into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[xiaoven-oven]

Not Bad, Comrade

Aether × Childe nsfw

Aether was unsure just why he kept returning to the Golden House for his weekly sparring with the eleventh harbinger. Yet, return he did, week after week, his trusty dull blade in hand as he met Childe’s blows with his own. And always, Aether would end up victorious, the beaten ginger spread eagle on his back, exhilaration still painted on his face as he laughed about what fun it was.

“You’re strong as ever, comrade! You’ve been hard at training too, haven’t you?”

Aether didn’t respond, putting his sword away as he claimed the materials Childe left for him. Almost too quickly, he had turned his back on his sparring partner and made a beeline for the exit. Childe immediately picked himself up at that, wincing from his injuries but refusing to let that deter him.

“Come on now, traveller, we’re not that distant for you to be so cold to me,” Childe whined as he slung an arm around Aether’s shoulders. “At least accompany me for lunch? My treat.”

Aether stopped in his tracks, staring dead into the expectant harbinger’s eyes. He should have said no, cutting short any possibility of getting closer to the war criminal than he already had, but it was simply too hard to decline the man when he seemed so hopeful. Aether cursed his own bleeding heart as he sighed and nodded. Surely, a short lunch would do no harm. Even Paimon reacted to the arrangement with enthusiasm, eager to eat to her heart’s content on Childe’s tab. Aether decided that, at the very least, he should take advantage of Childe’s puppy-like attention just a smidge, if only for a day.

What a mistake that was. Aether should have known from the way Childe spoke of comrades bonding over hard liquor that lunch would be no different. Paimon, the poor soul, had drunk herself into unconsciousness at Childe’s provocation, leaving him alone with the fatui as he left her in Xiangling’s care.

“It’s just us now, comrade, bottom’s up!”

Childe’s usually pale face was glowing pink, empty bottles lining the table. Aether rolled his eyes at the ginger, only sipping the alcohol lest Childe whine about being the only one drinking. The harbinger was too far gone at that point, spouting the most ridiculous notions as Aether nodded in silence. However, the blonde froze when he felt a hand trailing up his thigh. He scooted his seat back only for Childe’s hand to follow suit, his slender fingers trailing in a winding route from his knee to his inner thigh. And soon, his other hand mirrored the action. Flustered, Aether tried swatting his hands away, but Tartaglia only pouted and had them return with fervour.

“Must you be so cruel as to push me away like that? I thought we had something special going on, comrade.”

Aether did his best to avoid eye contact as he backed away more and more, hoping the exit was behind him. Of course, he wasn’t lucky enough for that, feeling his back press against a wall as Childe had him cornered. “Don’t you come all this way despite your travels just to fight me, comrade? It’d be a waste if we left it to but one duel…”

There was no mistaking the dazed look in Childe’s eyes or the lopsided grin in his drunken haze. Harder still was it to mistake the growing hardness in the needlessly form fitting pants Childe always wore. Would he actually? Aether felt him nuzzle his neck, his hands exploring the blonde’s torso. Aether felt his skin grow hot, as though Childe’s touch left a wake of blazing fire the eye couldn’t see. He was going too far, and Aether didn’t want to think of how far Tartaglia would push it if left to his own enjoyment. Coursing his hand through brilliant copper locks, Aether gave it a harsh tug, pulling the taller male off him and tackling him to the ground. He pinned Childe’s wrists above his head with one hand, the other falling on the latter’s chest for support. He hadn’t realised he was holding his breath until he felt the need to gasp for air, his pants slowly synchronising with Tartaglia’s. Childe gazed up at the traveller through his lashes, the very image of sin as his eyes trailed to where the traveller straddled him, his lips curling into a victorious little smirk at the success.

“You’re worse than I thought,” Aether spat. And Childe couldn’t even bring himself to be insulted, too enthralled by the rare opportunity to hear his voice. So he laughed; he laughed and wriggled around to get his hands free, refusing to concede just yet. How could he, when Aether was finally on top of him the way he had been waiting for for ages? As he writhed around, Aether could feel his bulge rubbing against his own, causing him to tighten his grip on the ginger’s wrists. It would undoubtedly leave some bruising, but Aether was hardly focused on that, and Childe had never been particularly squeamish to pain - especially not when the pain was so tantalisingly sewn in with pleasure.

Childe bucked his hips up and let a guttural moan escape the recesses of his throat as Aether’s other hand flew to his stomach. Perhaps if he couldn’t beat the traveller in a fight, he might top him in a tussle far more intimate. The movement had left Childe’s torso mostly exposed, his shirt never hiding his toned abs all that well to begin with. And Aether’s hand, as though with a lust filled mind of its own, traced every scar and crevice of that torso with the gentle curiosity of an archaeologist in ancient ruins, his touch featherlight and ticklish. Aether released his hold on Childe’s wrists, bringing his hand to the bottom’s mouth. Obediently, Childe removed his glove with his teeth, and shuddered in delight as Aether’s bare hand joined his gloved one in caressing his body.

“You’re being teasingly gentle with me for someone who just slammed me into the ground a while ago,” Childe teased. He was quickly shut up by Aether rolling his hips into his, Childe’s eyes rolling back as he whimpered. “Even more teasing how we’re both painfully clothed.”

Childe’s cocky bravado was failing him. They both could sense it. High on the feeling of dominance over the harbinger, Aether (against his better judgement) unbuckled Tartaglia’s belt, pulling his pants down to reveal his throbbing erection. The tip was even more flushed than his face, and painfully sensitive from the way Childe’s back arched when Aether circled his thumb over the slit. There was satisfaction in watching Childe squirm and utter poorly stifled curses. Aether hummed in thought at Childe's complaint of their clothes in the way, making quick work of the eleventh's already half undone shirt and coat, on full display for Aether from the waist up. He'd already noted the litany of scars that decorated Childe's well sculpted body, but smaller and greater in number still were the freckles that littered his entirety like the sand in the desert. He'd never really thought of it while fighting the guy, but Ajax was rather pretty - enticingly so.

Aether picked a near empty plate of the table, earning a raised brow from Tartaglia, who was too stimulated to retaliate. Tipping the dish slightly, Aether let the sauce spill over Childe's chest. Before Childe could question his actions, Aether leaned down to clean him off with his tongue, lapping at Childe's heated skin. Childe bit back moans as resisted the urge to rut into Aether with what little strength he could muster in that state, but when Aether's lips latched onto on of his perked up nipples, he found himself moaning with reckless abandon, the ache in his nether region getting unbearable. Had it not been for Aether's hand slowly pumping his aching cock, Childe would have probably lost his mind then and there. Instead, he found himself creaming without having even been in Aether, or even having Aether in him.

Once again, Aether brushed himself off, wiping away the cum that had spewed onto him so he could take his leave. But Childe was far from done. Aether had underestimated him, and just as he had done in the Golden House, Childe had caught him once more, pressing his length which had miraculously hardened once more to his ass. Aether could almost feel it throb against his back, and he wondered just where he got his stamina and drive from. Perhaps this too, like their fights, had to go for more than a round before Childe was satisfied, in which case he'd have no choice but to hold out. Turning back to his companion, Aether shed his own clothes, ready to get it over with. If only it were that simple.

Childe was in every way a competitive brat, and with much ardour, took his turn pinning Aether to a wall. "My turn," Childe had whispered, mischief weaved into his voice as he lifted Aether's legs over his shoulder and lined his cock with Aether's entrance. Slicked as it was from Childe's thick, generous output, it wasn't nearly enough for a smooth entrance, and Aether struggled, his face contorting at the feeling of Childe's tip prodding his rim. For once, Aether was glad Childe was eager to please, and appreciated the way he worked his fingers into his ass to stretch him out. It had been going well until Aether let the ghost of a moan escape his lips. It seemed to work like a liquor stronger than anything they had had that afternoon, and more addicting than any drug, for the effect it had on Childe's movements was unprecedented. How quickly the patient, tender pace he had taken sped up, nimble fingers prodding deeper and deeper into Aether.

Like a drunkard deprived of his wine, Childe captured Aether's lips with his own, the taste of firewater still strong on his tongue. As he distracted Aether with his drunken affection, he replaced his fingers with his cock that craved the warm insides of his partner. Any cries from Aether was muffled by Childe's tongue down his throat, far too zealous for a moment of drunken arousal. Childe was kissing him with a passion like he'd desired nothing more than to taste all that Aether had to give, with a sweetness so unlike the ruthlessness of his thrusts. Aether could feel himself caving, quite nearly forgetting his loathing of the ginger as his mind was fogged over by the blissful pleasure that came from having Childe rail him with such vigour. It was incomparable to even his fingers and he clawed at Childe's back in hopes of stabilising himself.

Aether's vision went as white as the load Childe had dumped inside him, and he fell limp in the harbinger's embrace. Perhaps Tartaglia wasn't all that bad of a guy after all.

[ccaptain]

   and so, a secondary reason to meet Tartaglia again was thrown on the table.

   Kaeya would like to- it's interesting, this man. almost alluring in a way that makes the captain willing to see him again without the dangers lurking for him in the Szapolyarny palace- where the possibility of mingling better is nullified by the danger his presence inside the stronghold represents. Kaeya is aware of how his presence puts both him and Childe in a complicated position-

   still, he likes the thrill. and he can see that Tartaglia is attracted to it in a dangerous way.

   a smile and a bat of lashes over his shoulder should signal that the sentiment is the same for the cobalt-haired, dangerous man present in his chambers. 

   ' i don't feel very in peril, ' he reassures the Harbinger, soft smile still in place. ' not that the sense of danger has dispelled entirely- but you have succeeded in making me feel at ease. i think, ' he praises ever so lightly, letting it linger and flow past the kitchen where Childe is entertaining himself, a strand of cobalt curling around his finger,' that it's a good quality a diplomat should have- and you seem to possess it. if i was more relaxed, ' he can't help but add, mischievous, ' i'd be tempted to take a nap, since the training for the day starts as such an ungodly hour of the morning. '

   Kaeya is aware that his laugh has no mockery- merely amusement, light and playful as a musical note that will surely carry itself to the other man's ears. as will the stretch Kaeya engages in to make a point, back muscles moving under that light, white blouse of his as he times it with Childe emerging from his hydrating session and assessing him. a pleasing noise follows defenseless joints cracking.' if you're so eager to know, then you should catch me on the act. i'll show you precisely how dead i prefer to leave a threat... if i ever have the occasion, that is. '

   pale diamond settles, approvingly, on the Eleventh's face, a low hum his reply to the proposition. he shifts into a more comfortable stance, his lower back firmly seating itself on that nice desk of his- a long leg crosses over the other, hands slayed back on the wooden desk. the composure is only broken as the drinks are presented to him- a little sparkle in his eye as he boldly reaches over and, after eyeing the Fonta with curiosity, picks the taste that represents home the most- valberry and mint- relieving Childe of some of the weight of it. 

   ( and if there's a small brush of their fingertips as he moves, it wasn't intentional... much. )

   there's a moment where his young age peeks forth- where he cradles the bottle, hums a pleased sound before cracking the lid open with uncharacteristic eagerness. he stopped having soda when his childhood ended in favor of alcohol- abundant doses of it. it's a nice thing to have in the face of danger, the last of tension in his shoulder releasing in the childish way his nose scrunches up as the fizz hits him- despite the familiar unpleasantness, it rips a small smile out of him. it's almost cute, how normal he acts for a few seconds.

   it's gone as he settles back into a more serious approach, resuming his lax position against the unfamiliar desk.

   ' i'd like nothing more than to tell you, ' Kaeya returns the same courtesy, after a small sip that tastes like home. ' as much as secrecy is needed while i infiltrate, i don't doubt that you want to help me out... to help yourself out, too. i'll answer your questions- so we may carry this burden together. '

   the sugary taste on his tongue, mixed with the tinge of sourness, loosens his tongue.

   ' you have studied me well and even made a dossier out of me- so you must know where I come from... but as the reason as to why I underwent something this dangerous, you're right to be curious about. ' a swirl of his bottle, admiring the colorful liquid inside and how bubbles pop on the surface. pale diamond flicks under his lashes to look at him. Tartaglia is directly in front of him- and he's not afraid. 

   ' in terms of answering your question, i'm aware of a thing, ' another sip of his soda, letting the bubbles set in before he resumes talking. ' there's, let's say... political discontent makes the city unsettled, makes the people restless, due to the Fatui factions residing in Mondstadt. we have received multiple complaints about their behavior- vandalism, the swagger they carry themselves with that causes fights and friction- so much so that my desk has been swarmed with papers. but escaping work it's not the reason why i came here. '

   a thoughtful hum, a strand of cobalt tucked behind an ear. ' my question is- why would a faction of the Fatui stay in a city where they're clearly unwelcomed and consistently treated like pariahs? there'd be no benefits, a consistent drop of morale from the recruits... and the more they stay and strut around, the less collaborative people become towards them. and... this is where i turn the question towards you, i presume. '

   he adjusts his backside against the desk, ankles crossed as he inches further close to Childe, lifting his head so their eyes can meet once more.

   ' I am here to discover the answer to this question. finding out what makes Mondstadt so alluring for the Fatui is why I infiltrated here- and I can't leave until I find a clue that inches me satisfyingly closer to the truth. '

   a tilt of his head- almost as a question, the one that follows after he laid all the chips on the table:

   ' now that you know why i'm here- would you help me out with this as much as you can, Tartaglia? '

Years have passed since Tartaglia last had his face covered by the mantle of a debt collector. To this day, out of nostalgia and part of his core principles, the task is taken upon himself as mere indulgence — nothing is set in stone, and if he wishes to lead those below him in hierarchy, he must take note of the shifts of the craft. This little truce with Kaeya is no different, even when his mention of a perceived debt is, in fact, simple jest of the moment.

Tartaglia smiles, laughs, takes in the invitation as something akin to a challenge, rather than an eagerness to bring a second meeting forth. He weaves the path for the two of them regardless, now bond by this… unusual state of affairs where most, if not all of the captain’s safety falls under his responsibility. If he slips, then two will invariably take the fall.

Dangerous, the way he enjoys it.

      ❛ If hospitality is still what you demand of this encounter, then I succeeded in not giving it any perilous undertones. ❜ He contradicts his ways with a smile, unfaltering. His lips still glisten with the water he’s just sipped, his glass lowered to the counter with a dull thud and the characteristic sound of a bottle receiving its cap back. ❛ The sentiment can be reciprocated, you know? But only if we skip the part where you describe how dead you prefer to leave your targets. ❜ Of course, Tartaglia’s remark is nothing but a playful one. The sort of talk they engage is like a drug he’s addicted to, his resistance to it, albeit momentary, begs for commendation.

He returns to the previous room at the first cue that his guest is fully clothed and disarmed. His eyes, naturally, scan the man’s form as means to ensure his own safety, the truth of the calling. ❛ How about we tackle the reason we’re here already, hm? ❜ The proposition comes as means of 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥 of their predicament. Now that there’s no weapon in sight — not that it deters either of them of using the elements instead —, Tartaglia infers that it’s the best moment to start their negotiations.

      ❛ I’ll go ahead and disclose that, for now, I want nothing more than to know why you’re here, Kaeya. Let’s factor our situation and resources in, put them on the table and decide how we can collaborate. ❜ Relaxed steps take him towards the Knight, placing him between the desk and the Harbinger. In the latter’s hands, three bottles of soda of different flavors: sunsettia, a mix of valberry and mint, and salted caramel Fonta. ❛ What is so important to find that you’d put your life and an entire diplomatic treat on the line? You’re no small fish, less conspicuous members of the Ordo would cause little to no collateral damage, no? ❜

[eisdendrobium]

where's my happily ever after?

pairing : childe x reader genre : fluff to angst summary : he was your everything, and so you thought you were his too. a/n : this is basically just a vent fic

read pt.2 : reader’s letter for childe

"promise i'll take you to the lantern rite" he smiled. you blush a bit at his statement as you hit his side jokingly "yea right, you better keep that promise ajax" he chuckles "you can always count on me princess"

"fuck off you're cringe" you complained and push him from your side. "what can i say? i'm a charmer" he walks back to your side with a dashing grin "yea right" you replied.

it was a breezy afternoon in bishui plain, a perfect day to take a peaceful walk to clear your mind. but as you were walking peacefully you see a silhouette of a man gliding from behind

"fancy seeing you here" you turn around to face childe. as he walks towards you silently, when he's almost by your side, you turn your body to continue your walk again but stop when you see the sight from the side of your eyes.

childe is kneeling down on one knee, hands stretched, holding a couple of beautiful qixing flower. seeing that, you blush, hard. and you could see that childe is also blushing as he lets out a laugh

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, too shocked to speak. childe then stands up and regain his composure, he hands you the flowers and starts to walk towards the plains, you catching up to him.

"found them on the top of some hill, thought i could pick some up for you" he shrugs, you stare at the flowers in awe, tints of red could still be seen in your cheeks. "uh, thanks i guess?" "you are very welcome" he gave you his signature wink and grin.

the both of you then enjoy the rest of the walk in silence and sat down together near the city to watch the sunset.

"have you heard? childe's dating the traveler" xiangling, who's sitting with you said out of the blue

that caught you off guard and you look up to her, eyes widened "what?" "yeah, i heard her talking to paimon about it a while ago" you were baffled. i mean, just yesterday he knelt down in front of you, handing you flowers, just yesterday you spent your afternoon with him watching the sunset. and now he's dating the traveler?

no amount of word could express how you feel right now. sad? shocked? ashamed? betrayed? angry? you don't even know, they're circling inside you, wanting to explode.

xiangling who was oblivious of the fact that you have deep feelings for the eleventh fatui harbinger just continue to talk, yet you pay no mind to any of her words. you stood up and politely excuse yourself to her.

as you walk towards your home you can't help but let your tears fall, the scenery is beautiful, the moon high up in the sky, shinning brightly with clouds covering a part of it, the birds flying in the sky and the sound of fishes in the pond. it's the perfect night, just not for you.

you walk and walk by yourself as you drown yourself with thoughts and tears.

the next morning, you woke up from your restless night and you decide to take a breath in the hills, but guess it's just your lucky day for as soon as you teleported to the top of wuwang hill you see childe there, he turn around to see you and looked just as shocked.

not ready to talk to him yet, you averts your gaze to the grass and walk towards the empty spot near him, you don't want it to seem obvious you know about him and traveler but at the same time you still needed space to clear your mind, so you just stay quiet.

"hey, you good? you looked like you haven't sleep in ages" childe tries to spark up a conversation "yeah, didn't sleep at all." you replied shortly.

childe tries a couple of new topics but you shut down all of them, sensing that you want some time by yourself, he left you alone. "you seem like you need space, i'll excuse myself then" he pats your shoulder and left.

you sat on the grass and tears starts falling again, call it dramatic but the feeling of heartbreak just never hit you this hard. he's your first love and first heart break. you've always prepare yourself for any heartbreak that'll come to you, yet this just seem to have hit you a lot harder than what you'd expect.

days passed and you could see that childe is also drifting away from you. what seemed like a couple of greetings turns into stares, and hatred towards each other.

just when you're ready to be friend him again, childe makes it obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you anymore.

"ajax, didn't expect to see you here" childe turns to you "yeah? didn't expect to see you here too" he reply shortly and not long after that he left to meet the traveler.

you see how childe went towards traveler and starts laughing together, walking further away from you. you let out a chuckle "so we’re not going to the lantern rite you promised me huh?” you say to no one in particular

apparently this is how it ends, and you thought he’d be more then just a chapter. what a blessing it is to meet ajax, and such a curse loving him.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Routine in Gold

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Initial dislike of Childe, fear, allusions to blood and injuries, allusions to PTSD, fear

You despise the Harbinger Tartaglia, but your job at the Golden House brings you closer to him than you think.

so i was writing this and it got SO LONG and i’m only about halfway through the story i want >:O so i’m gonna split it into two parts!!! this part is mostly hurt comfort with some fluff at the end, a lil calm before the storm >:)

this covers your initial feelings and meeting Foul Legacy!!

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Part One

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The Golden House attracts chaos. You can see the irony in that statement- a building meant for storing and holding mora, where the only sounds should be scales creaking and coins clinking as the accountants add together the finances of the nation- being a center for fights and disagreements? Before last week, you’d say the idea was laughable. The entirety of Liyue still trembles from the recent incident, the reawakening of the Overlord of the Vortex, the sea god Osial. Although he was swiftly defeated by the Traveler and their companions, the citizens of the Harbor still go about their days tense and wary, jumping at the slightest sound. You’re no exception to this, although in some cases you were more irritated than anything; the Golden House had been thoroughly destroyed from the inside, and you were tasked with the main cleanup by your superiors, which put quite a damper on your day if you were being honest. It doesn’t particularly help that you know the person mainly responsible for ransacking the building, and had to walk past him everyday on your way to work. You were there in the building when the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, Tartaglia, had challenged the Traveler to a battle; had felt the Golden House shiver and tremble under their respective powers, before the main floor was cracked open by some otherworldly force and the battle followed the Traveler down into the basement. The only positive was that you were on the floor above them, and could only feel the building quake and crumble around you as you held fast to the wall and feared for your life. You remember the feeling of ice-cold panic in your chest, spreading fast and thick through your veins and bones as you shut your eyes and prayed to Morax, who was supposedly dead, that you’d make it out alive. And you did live, with no injuries worse than an ugly scar on your mind over the incident, steering you away from high places and fights with a rapidly beating heart and clenched fists. It’s this panic, these memories that you turn into bitterness and hatred towards the Eleventh Harbinger, passing the Northland Bank each day with contempt in your step. Internally you know that it’s your only defense preventing the jostled part of your brain from consuming your entire being, although you’d never dare to tell anyone, and so you turn away whenever you catch even a glimpse of his ginger hair. To your near-constant relief, Tartaglia normally is found only inside the Bank on early mornings, leaving you free to hurry past the Fatui guards without a second glance. But once in a while he’ll already be outside when you pass, wide-eyed and ready for a fight and always always jogging over to join you on your walk down the Harbor. Today is one of those days, you can see him standing there, as if he’s waiting for you with your morning routine memorized front and back, and you grimace. Tartaglia pays no mind, or perhaps he simply doesn’t see, and falls in step beside you, hands clasped behind his back as he picks up a lively chatter involving something and someone you don’t care about. You steadily ignore his continuous talk about whosits and whatsits until he shifts the tone to battle with a sudden malicious tone slipping into his voice, and you stiffen. There’s an eerily wide grin on his face as he gazes somewhere far away, hands becoming more and more expressive as his words lilt with horrible excitement. You shudder involuntarily, hands clutching your bag so tightly they feel like cold fire as his talk of fighting brings back memories you loath to see, and between gritted teeth you force out the words to tell him to go away. He simply laughs, because you’re not at work yet, comrade! There’re still several meters to go, but you step quicker and spit the phrase out again laced with venom before breaking into a run, turning the corner and dashing up the stairs to the Golden House to slip inside and slam the doors behind you. You slide to the floor, face in your knees to give you a moment’s reprieve from your racing heart and hurried breaths before you force yourself to think of nothing, nothing but work and papers and cleaning and sorting. The bottom floor of the House still needs work, in shambles from the Traveler’s battle with… him, and the name fades from your mind as you narrow your focus and vision. Although your current task is “cleanup of the lower storeroom”, as your superior states, hours go by before you even think of going down, held up by paperwork and meetings and planning even though you’ve been working for a good few days on the cleanup project, so when you finally take the back stairs and descend to the storeroom it’s a good deal past lunchtime, and your stomach is empty and your brow is creased- your daily routine in gold. You forgive yourself for not noticing immediately, the thing kneeling in the center of the room, watching you intensely as you carefully survey the rubble pushed aside to the walls, grumbling in irritation at the sight. Only when you turn, eyes scanning the paper you’re holding before idly glancing up, do you see the creature staring at you and jump out of your skin to stumble and scramble back. You’re pressing yourself against the wall, inching towards the stairway again when the peculiar monster heaves itself to its feet and limps in your direction, steps heavy and exhausted, and all you can do is freeze as still as a statue and watch the creature approach you. Instinctively your eyes trace the beast’s silhouette, over and across its curving crimson horns and face of the same shade, armor jutting black and violet and lilac, cape-like wings glittering like starlight, claws so sharp and shiny and stained with dark liquid that you almost don’t notice its eye, shining like the moon, blue as the ocean’s depths, and you almost think it’s beautiful, in a twisted sense. The creature comes nearer, almost dragging itself towards you, before it suddenly stumbles and falls, barely catching itself on the floor as the pavement cracks beneath it. Your breath hitches in fear as you wish to sink into the cold wall and disappear, mind a torrent of shouts and quakes, and you squeeze your eyes shut, wondering if the monster will give you a quick death, at the very least. A choked whine brings you back out of the dark fog, eyes blinking cautiously open again and sliding to the creature, hunched on the floor. It whines again, palm pressed deep into its side that’s leaking a dark, shining liquid dripping steadily on the floor, and concern begins worming its way into your heart as you slowly peel yourself from the wall and take a step forward. When the monster doesn’t move you take another step, then another, then another, until you’re standing before it, trembles running through your body as you gulp down the lump in your throat and hesitantly ask the monster if it’s alright. Its head snaps up at the sound of your voice and you jump back, but it simply leans in and presses its head into your shoulder, a whimper slipping from its throat. You balk at the sudden weight and quickly wrap your hands around the creature to support it, hands sinking into the copious amounts of blood-spattered fluff around its shoulders as a clawed hand gingerly clasps around your arm. With one hand you rifle around in your bag and pull out a roll of gauze, always on hand ever since you accidentally tore your knee open one day. Your words are hushed and gentle as you wrap the bandages around every gash you can find, securing it in loops and knots over the injuries and watching strangely-glittering blood stain the white gauze the color of the night sky. The creature slumps and forces itself into a sitting position, letting out small, heartbreaking yelps of pain whenever you brush your fingers over its wounds, and you murmur apology after apology as you work. By the time you’re finished, your fingers are stained a dark bluish-black and your bandages are completely used, splashes of white against the beast’s dark armor that shake as it trembles with pain, reaching for you desperately, like you’re the only person it desires for all eternity. You give in and oblige, extending a hand to pet the top of the creature’s head, and you feel it sag in relief at your touch as you trail your hand down and around its face and cup its cheek in your palm. It warbles blissfully, eye slipping shut so it can nuzzle into your hand, an odd purr-like sound rumbling up from deep inside its chest, and when you draw your hand away so you can finally get back to work it looks at you, heartbroken. But you gesture towards the rubble and the paper in your hand and the monster perks up, rising unsteadily to its feet, and as you clean and drag heavy stones and sweep the dust away, it follows you, always at your back to catch you with a sweet trill if you slip- a few times it even helps you move particularly massive chunks of floor, and soon when you check your watch it’s past dinnertime. You stretch your arms above your head, bones crackling and popping like fireworks, and sigh. The creature sits nearby, looking at you curiously, and you go over to say goodbye, and farewell ‘till next time, giving it a few light pats on the head which it leans and rumbles into. It goes a step further and pulls you in for a gentle embrace, nudging its face into your neck and cooing at the sound of your laughter as the beast’s fluff tickles your skin like a cloud. In the crook of your neck the creature whines softly, holding you tighter at the thought of losing you, and you thread your fingers through its ginger hair with quiet reassurances, determination flooding through your body. A week. A week from today, same place, same time, you’ll meet again- can you do that? Unfortunately work will swallow you whole until then, but you can chart a few hours to use to steal away to the basement again. You delicately touch your forehead to the monster’s, the ridges of its keratin-woven face pressing into your skin as it rumbles contemplatively. Today… A week… Monday… Yes. It nods and chirps in delight, shivering with excitement, and you smile easily, your lips pointing upwards as easy as counting mora as you pick up your bag and wave goodbye, heart warm and light towards the thought of the fated next week. And the Abyssal beast watches you go, fluttering his wings in utter joy despite the sparking pain still present from the Traveler’s sword, and he grins, too, full of anticipation and amazement and hope, hope that you’ll finally take the hand he’s kept outstretched to you ever since he first saw you on the bridge of the Bank. All he has to do is wait a week.

[anikatrash]

I wrote a Childe x GN!Reader fanfic last night just because I had an idea for one line and BOOM! Here is the complete thing. I hope you guys like it 😭😭😭

THIS IS SMUT!!!! 18+

What Happened in Lingju Pass

Wielding your blade, you strike down the final hilichurl in your way.

“Take that!” You yell, watching as its lifeless body falls to the ground.

”Looks like I’m getting stronger!” You say to yourself, walking pridefully over to the exquisite looking chest resting beneath a tree.

After finally leaving your hometown of Springvale, venturing all throughout Mondstat, and finally making your way over to Liyue, your journey throughout the two nations has brought you many new experiences, friends, enemies, and even some unexplainable tensions along the way.

“My, my, Comrade!” You suddenly hear a very familiar voice. Turning around, you see the face of the man walking towards you.

“Looks like somebody has been training for our next match!”

There, in front of you, stands a man that you have very mixed feelings about, Childe. The eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, the man who had befriended you while you were helping out the traveler on one of their adventures; the man who stole your heart away; the man who betrayed you. You stare at him in slight horror. What was he doing here? You were out exploring Lingju Pass, not expecting to see very many people. Maybe an occasional treasure hunter or adventurer heading towards the Chasm, but Childe?

‘May Lord Barbados save me from this interaction’, you pray to your archon.

“Aw, why the long face?”Childe seems to pick up on your awkward silence upon seeing him once again.

“Oh, uh,” Is all you can muster out as he stalks closer towards you.

“Is this all about what happened back at the Golden House?”

He has a pout to his voice; acting as if everything he had done hadn’t tainted your relationship.

“I’m just surprised seeing you out here is all,” You finally manage to get out.

“What brings you out to Lingju Pass?”

You act wary as he’s now standing directly in front of you; eyes boring into yours like he staring into your soul. He knows what’s wrong. You can see it in his face. With all the time the two of you spent together during your time in Liyue, you picked up on how to read him.

“The same as you, I assume?”

He tilts his head, with a slight smirk to his fake smile, “Training for the next time we meet.”

The look in his eyes shifts, you can see the hunger for battle. He lunges towards you, but you manage to notice his change quick enough to dodge it.

“Who ever promised you a rematch!”You yell as you dodge yet another attack.

“Oh my! Looks like you have forgotten our little agreement!”

He slashes at your leg, causing you to tumble over a little. Promise, the agreement the two of you had made when you were still obsessed with him. Childe loves the thrill of battle, you wanted to become stronger. The two of you agreed to help one another out until the day you defeat him. Being much more experienced than yourself, you found it as a perfect way to get stronger, and hang out with Childe; But now, now you don’t know where you stand with him, which makes this fight a lot less fun for you. You turn, running the opposite direction of where Childe currently is.

“Oh come on! We’re just getting started! Don’t start running away just yet!” You hear him yell as he begins his chase.

Blood is pumping in your ears as you fear what would happen if he manages to catch you. One thing that you’ve always had the upper hand on is your stamina. You see a cave up ahead and quickly run inside. Childe wasn’t in your view by the time you came across the cave, hopefully this will buy you some time as you try to escape.

‘Why, why is this happening to me right now!’ You think to yourself as you frantically walk through the cave, trying to find any other routes or hiding spots. Suddenly, the sound of a rock falling behind you grabs your attention. Right as you turn to see where the cause of the sound came from, you’re tackled to the ground. Childe is sitting on your waist, holding one of your hands down and his blade to your neck.

“Why, Comrade! You really had me on a little chase there for a second, didn’t you?”

You gulp, trying to avoid eye contact.

‘He’s going to kill me,’ Is all you can think about; with his blade pressed into your neck, it’s only a matter of time until he decides to just slice it and move onto whoever his next victim may be. You squeeze your eyes shut as they begin to pool with tears. But, the pain never comes, the blade doesn’t move. However, you feel a hand release your wrist and come up to your face, wiping away your stray tears. You open your eyes slightly, confused as to if this is the same person on top of you or if he was somehow defeated and your hero was helping you; but no, this is the same man.

“You know, darling, I’ve always liked the fear in your eyes during our duels,” he says, suddenly licking the tears that flow from your face.

“You were always something else, you know? Always trying to grow stronger, help people, trusting me. I always found you so… endearing.” He finally sits up, going back to holding down your wrists. You were confused, yes, but the man that you had a thing for, finally holding you down and telling you that he finds you endearing; that causes your body to betray you.

He stares at your weeping figure for a few seconds before leaning down, sucking and kissing along your neck. You can’t hold back the pleased groan that comes from your throat. He chuckles into your neck, continuing his decent until making it to your collar. One of his hands traces all the way from it’s spot on your wrist, down your arm, to your chest, and finally making it to the end of your shirt. His hand sneaks under the cloth, making its way up to your chest. A startled moan and the feeling of a little bump tells Childe that he has found what he was looking for as he continues to abuse your neck while simultaneously playing with your nipple. Your mind is full of nothing but Childe and the pleasure that he’s giving to you.

“Ah! Childe!” Is all you can squeak out before he’s suddenly on your mouth. Kissing you with so much passion that you forget you’re mad at him.

Suddenly, he switches up the position you’re in by lifting you up and against the wall of the cave. You can feel just how rough the wall is, but you’re too distracted at the moment to really care. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, exploring it like he’s searching for some treasure. Your tongues fight, but ultimately, he wins. Smirking as he backs away from you, he begins to lean down your body. His descent is slow and maintained eye contact the whole way. His teeth grab at the hem of your shirt. He doesn’t throw it off right away though, he’s looking at you like he’s asking for your permission. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you nod slowly. With the cue, he rips your shirt clean off. With the fabric no longer in the way, he immediately attacks the perky bud welcoming him.

“Childe! Oh!”

You hiss as his tongue swirls around one bud, sucking on the occasion, and the other is being twisted and pulled. You feel something pool in your lower region. You’ve always wanted him, you would even say you loved him, so this is like one of your vivid dreams you would have some nights. With a quick, pop! Childe is off of your chest and kissing you once again. His hand begins to make its way down to your pants this time, rubbing against your nether region.

“Ohhhh, looks like somebody is enjoying themself, huh?”

Childe’s smirky tone brings you down to reality. Oh, my, BARBADOS! What are you doing right now! Messing around with a potential enemy who was once a love interest! A sudden hand rubbing you has you back to forgetting all your troubles and Childe tugs your pants off, all that remains is your underwear. You open your eyes just enough to see him starting at your private region with hungry eyes. If you thought his gaze when in battle was intense, this one beat it by millions. His face goes down to where his treat lies. He eyes his treasure, kissing the inside of your thighs, leaving the occasional hickey; until finally, he makes it. Palming you through your underwear, he watches your writher and beg beneath him. Finally, he tugs off the remainder of your clothing.

With your body being completely bare to him, he stares in complete awe, “beautiful” is what you hear before he goes down on you.

“Oh Barbados!” You moan.

“Childe! Pease!” You scream out as he fervently licks and sucks on your sex.

“Mmm, Archons!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. Any second now and you’re going to-

“Ahhhhh!” You cry out as an orgasm overtakes you.

Childe licks up the mess you made and comes up to kiss you once more. He begins to take off his own clothes, which you didn’t even realize he still had on, and once he is finally nude like yourself, it’s your turn to take him in. He’s not small by any means. His dick fits perfectly to his body type and seems that it won’t cause you too much discomfort. Finally seeing the man you have had hardcore feelings for in such a state, has you gawking at his body.

He chuckles, “Like what you see?”

He leans towards your face, lips brushing against your own, “Because I know I sure do.”

He then takes your mouth against his once more. He pulls back suddenly, pushing two digits in front of your mouth, “Suck” he orders, and who are you to object. You take the digits into your mouth, swirling them around. He stares intently until finally pulling them out and kissing you once again. You feel his now lubed up fingers push against your hole. You gasp, not expecting the feeling. He takes this as a sign to continue, pushing one digit in and letting it sit there. You moan into his mouth. The new feeling has you kissing him with more passion, hoping for him to start moving, and he does. Slowly moving the one digit in and out of you as the two of you passionately kiss. He then adds another finger which only enhances your pleasure even more.

“Oh darling,” Childe mumbles, “You look so good like this. Begging beneath me as I please you. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, okay darling?”

He coos into your neck as he rubs against you. He suddenly adds another finger and start going in and out at a lot faster pace. You feel the knot tighten, and tighten.

“Childe! I’m gonna-“

Then all movement stops. You let out a whine.

“Now, now, why don’t you be good for me, hm?”

He caresses your cheek as he gives you a quick kiss. Then he’s lining himself up to your entrance. He pushes in until he hits your pelvis. Now hip-to-hip, the two of you are panting like dogs. You sit there for a few moments until he begins moving.

“Childe!”

“Shhhh… Darling, you’re okay, let me take care of you.”

Your back arches at those words. This is all you ever wanted, and it’s happening.

“Archons,” Childe moans, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Hearing the words coming out of the harbingers mouth just enhances your pleasure. Childe grabs your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders so he can get a better angle, and plunge deeper inside you. You scream out at the sudden depth, the knot forming once again.

“Childe, oh my Archons! I love you!”

At this sudden confession, Childe stills for a second before smirking. He leans down and takes your mouth once more and suddenly pulls out of you. He flips you over so that you’re on all fours and presenting to him.

“What a beautiful view, my love!” He says, rubbing your ass and spreading your legs apart.

“You know,” he starts off, rubbing the tip of his dick against your aching hole, “I love you too”

With that, he plunges into you, going even faster than before.

“Childe! Archons! Please! Please, harder!”

Is all you can muster out as the pleasure completely consumes you. Childe stares at your face, his own has a soft look in his eyes. He leans over your body, breathing in your scent. Childe gained feelings for you during your adventures, but knew as a harbinger, he had no hope of being able to make you his. But, with being apart from you for so long, he could no longer hold back his feelings.

“You feel so good! All bent over and taking me like a champ!” He moans into your ear

“After this war is over, the two of us can be together!”

You begin to tear up at his declaration. The war, you almost forgot about it. Childe serves under the Tsaritsa; and you, you’re on the opposite side of the battlefield. There’s no guarantee that either of you will survive. That’s not what matters right now, though. Now, all you need is him and the promise that he just made to come back for you when all is said and done.

“Childe! I love you! I want to be yours!”

You begin to feel his thrusts become sloppy, meaning that his own orgasm is coming. You clench your hole in excitement and Childe grunts above you. He then changes your position once more with you laying on top of him and bouncing on his dick.

“Darling,” breathlessly whispers Childe, “I’m gonna-!”

All of a sudden, the movement stops as the two of you release. Him, inside of you, and you, all over him. The two of you lay there, panting, before he pulls out of you. Both of your fluids mixed together in such a lewd sight. Childe looks at you, love filled in his eyes as he leans down and catches your lips.

“You did so good. I love you.” He says to you.

The two of you kiss for what felt like only a few seconds when really, minutes had past.

“Childe,” you start off, “I love you and want to be with you, but, this war. What if one of us-“

He puts a finger to your mouth, shushing you. “I know what can happen. I don’t care. I make this promise to you. I will always be yours as you are mine, and I will come back to you, even if I am no longer me.”

His confession brings tears to your eyes as you hug one another.

“Now, how about we go somewhere more comfortable and get cleaned up,” Childe says, “Wangshuu Inn isn’t too far from here.”

You smile at him, the two of you gathering your clothes to put on and walking hand-in-hand outside the cave. He’s right, the two of you will always find each other again, even if one of you shall perish, your love will not die.

[theladymuses]

Esmé's curiosity settles—so that works against a harbinger, too. It's only partially unanticipated, given Tartaglia's youth and his day-to-day life. Regardless, it's satisfying to know some methods are near-universal. Perhaps she'll try that on Dottore, next, though she doubts she'll make it out alive afterwards. The second harbinger isn't quite as forgiving as the Eleventh. ❝ It's easy enough to keep your guard up for combat attacks in a fight, but seduction is one of the oldest tricks in the book. Seems to me it makes a good distraction in battle, too. ❞ Perhaps this is a learning experience, even for someone as decorated as Tartaglia when it comes to battle.

❝ Apologies if it was your first, but I'd advise against falling for me. ❞ She jests, making a note of her own methods in the back of her mind. If Childe was anything, he was a quick learner. She wouldn't put it past him to add to his own arsenal from hers. That might even be why he chose to take her up for a spar; Tartaglia does seem to have an eye for potential in others when they don't see it and Esmé doesn't entirely disregard her own room for growth.

❝ Cheney! ❞ It's not a familiar voice, but it is her last name being called. She calls back with a loud, ❝ What? ❞ but doesn't take her eyes off Childe. She has no interest in sustaining an injury that'll take far longer to heal. The Fatui should be sending her off on another assignment soon enough—that, and she has to pick up her youngest from school in several hours, hours she needs to get back into town from the palace.

❝ I beg your pardon, Master Childe but— ❞

❝ Where are they sending me off to now? ❞ Esmé interrupts, aware this has to be her summons to yet another disaster in some faraway land. While travelling on the Fatui's budget is great, espionage and leaving the kids home alone isn't her favourite thing, even if two of them are old enough to take care of themselves. A secret, if you will.

❝ The assignment is in the letter. And half the payment. ❞

That's all she gets—they know she'll find whoever she'd meant to report to on her own. Did she really have to come back from Mondstadt? She could've avoided the rough sea.

❝ Looks like the match is over, then. Let's call it a tie, sir? ❞ She asks, offering an apologetic glance for the injury he's sustained from her while the Fatui agent excuses himself. And she'd only begun enjoying the match, too—perhaps she's let herself get carried away. It's rather easy with someone her age, easygoing like that.

Tartaglia watched her grow closer with guarded curiosity, interested to see just what she was planning. Tartaglia didn’t take her for one to favor extremely close combat, given the dangers it posed…but he watched her regardless. Her eyes were that of one who had a trick up their sleeve, so he was sure to guard himself against whatever she was going to throw his way.

Just as predicted, when she mentioned disarming him, his dark blue gaze flickered to his weapon to be sure he could stop her from any attack that would send his wooden pole flying. But he was not expecting her next move. His cerulean eyes darted back to her when he felt something press against the corner of his mouth–lips at that. And despite his incredible skills as a fighter, he was completely caught off guard. An expression of shock mixed with confusion crossed his face for a split second, but that time was all she needed–before he knew it, his weapon was reduced to scraps and there were small slivers of ice cutting through his skin.

A quick hiss escaped his gritted teeth at the pain such ice caused, but it was far from the worst pain he had ever experienced. By the time he had recovered, Esme was already far enough away from him to avoid another attack–and Tartaglia was still reeling a bit from the sudden kiss… “That was…very underhanded,” the Harbinger commented, but the amused smirk on his lips proved that he didn’t mind. It was a method, and that’s all that mattered. He raised a gloved hand to brush a finger over the corner of his lips just slightly. “I need to be careful with you~…”

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hey c: can i please ask for something with childe, kaeya ​​and diluc where they accidentally hurt the reader? angst please? have a good day <3

hihi c: i didnt know if you meant physically hurt or emotionally hurt so i mixed it up <3

before reading: angst/hurt, cursing, men being absolutely stupid, under cut for possible sensitive topic + i think this is obvious but i dont think any of these characters would ever act this way 

childe

his fatal flaw was that he was too possessive of you

he was a protective person in general and you were no exception 

and usually it was fine

childe showed affection in public with an arm around your waist or a few kisses and glaring side glances to staring men or women

but sometimes he took it too far and you just wished he would stop

You and Childe had decided to go to a bar in Liyue one night and after a few drinks, you began becoming friendly with the other patrons. You didn’t think your tipsy compliments towards a tall man were flirty but when he smirked down at your shorter form, you realized you may have overstepped the line. 

“Who are you here with?” He asked, leaning down to your ear. Your eyes glanced around the bar and you didn’t see Childe. “Are you here alone?”

“Not alone...” You slurred. The man reached down to slip a hand onto your waist and you flinched away, nearly stumbling to the floor. He caught you fall with a strong arm and pulled you close. You were dangerously close to his face now. “My boyfriend...he’s...”

“Your boyfriend?” The man continued, “I don’t see your boyfriend.”

“Well, turn around.”

Hearing Childe’s voice made your heart sink. The man’s hold on your loosened and you wiggled away, immediately going around him. Childe looked hurt but you didn’t have time to explain yourself before he stepped towards the man. 

“I wouldn’t mess with me,” He said harshly, “I’m the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.” 

The man looked Childe up and down and smirked even more, “You? Why, you’re just a scrawny little thing.” 

“Stop fighting!” You tried, your vision hazy from the alcohol. Before you knew it, you were stepping in between the men just as Childe swung at the man. Instead of colliding with his nose like he intended, Childe’s fist smashed against your jaw and you cried out. 

A silence grew over the crowd and Childe stared at you in shock. You stumbled for a moment and clutched your face, lingering pain seething through your skin. You regained your balance and looked up at Childe’s horrified face, “It’s okay-” 

Before you could get another word out, Childe turned on his heel and left the bar without a sound. 

kaeya

he was careless

he liked to drink (a lot) and alcohol tended to mess with your logic and reasoning

whenever you two fought, he was usually intoxicated

and it was the same every time: fight when he’s drunk, you make him sleep on the couch, he wakes up sober the next morning and puts two and two together and then surprises you with homemade breakfast or flowers to say he was sorry

every now and then, though, kaeya didn’t know when to stop

“Kaeya, just calm down.” 

He was drunk, even more than usual. He could hardly stand up straight and you had to hoist his body against yours just to get him home. Now he was picking you apart for something you said days ago, slamming kitchen cabinets and making a tremendous scene in front of you. 

“You’re...the most selfish, irritating, two-faced bitch...” He slurred. You spun around at that, your eyes narrow with anger. 

“And you’re an arrogant drunk whose too shallow to care about anyone but himself,” You shot back. You didn’t mean what you said and you were sure Kaeya didn’t either but the tension was too high to talk about that now. 

You waited for Kaeya’s reply. Instead of throwing back a snarky insult, he stepped closer to you. Your body tensed, your back straightening and your arms flat against your side. You knew the words that came out of your mouth next were unwarranted but, frankly, you were getting scared.

“What? Now you’re going to fucking hit me?” 

When nothing happened, you took a step backwards. Kaeya wasn’t moving anymore and a look of hurt crossed his face. Your stomach dropped and you reached out to him but he shrugged your hand away. 

“Kaeya, I didn’t mean that. I just-” 

“You really thought I was going to hit you?” He asks, his voice cracking. It was almost like he sobered up completely in that moment alone. Your jaw was tight and you didn’t know what to say. “I’m not that low of a person, Y/N.” 

You slept on the couch that night. 

diluc

never in a million years would you think diluc would ever hurt you

he was such a gentleman and loved you dearly

he was even notorious for breaking up altercations between couples when things were getting serious

so when your fight escalated past anything you had ever experienced before, you were stunned

It was you that initiated the violence. You felt something explode into you when Diluc made a rather nasty comment and in that moment, you needed to feel some relief. 

A wine bottle falls to the floor of the Winery, shattering instantly and sending glass across the room. You both stare at the mess of glass and alcohol. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Diluc hisses, looking between you and the broken bottle on the ground. His tone was becoming increasingly more vicious which only fueled your inner turmoil. 

 You ignore him and step away from the glass, heading towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”

“Like hell you are, Y/N! We aren’t done here!” 

You whip around to face him. “What else do you fucking want, Diluc? Do you want me to get on my fucking knees and tell you that you’re right?” 

Diluc runs a hand through his unruly hair, his ponytail long forgotten. He walks up to you briskly and grabs your wrist, yanking you towards him. You stumble down the first few steps towards him. “Can you be bothered to listen to me for just ten seconds?” 

“Let go of me.” 

“Not until you calm down,” Diluc says. His grip on your wrist tightens. 

“Diluc, let go of me! You’re fucking hurting me!”  

At that, Diluc releases your wrist. His hand falls down to his side as you pull yours to your chest, frowning and rubbing out the squeezed skin. He stares at you for a moment before turning around, his back facing you completely. 

“Just go to bed.” 

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PROLOGUE: last wish

— SUMMARY: as childe stands on death's door, he makes one final wish that allows him to roam the earth for a little while longer.

— GENRE: angst

— WARNINGS: descriptions of blood, injury, and death (i love you ajax T-T)

— NOTE: AAAA prologue for my first series is out <33 haven’t written in a while so i am a bit rusty but this definitely gave me some practice!! i promise this isn’t as angsty as it sounds, the next chapters are much more fluffy i promise you all </33. but anyways, i hope you all enjoy this!! have an amazing day you wonderful people ^^

childe stumbles across the snowy terrain, ragged breaths escaping him as puffs of white hair in the cruelly cold weather. usually, he never had a problem with such extreme weather. in fact, he often found comfort and familiarity in the chilly bite of the wind and the white snow that decorates every inch of land.

but when he was trying to suppress more blood from seeping out of his fresh wound, it wasn’t the most comforting thing in the world.

as his legs give up on him, body collapsing against a tree, the only comfort he wishes he had at that moment was the warmth of your arms. he wishes the warmth of his overwhelming amount of blood wasn’t the only thing keeping him from the cold. 

(more utc!)

his hand shakes uncharacteristically as he desperately attempts to stop the bleeding, tears blurring his vision due to the ungodly waves of pain that crashed over his body. 

he refuses to die this way. he cannot accept that he passes surrounded by pain instead of your presence. 

he'd give anything not to succumb to death at this moment. but, given the fact he could barely lift a finger, he knows his time is almost up. 

a breathless and pained chuckle escapes his bloodied lips, tears finally cascading down his pale cheeks at the predicament he was in. 

he was in an indescribable amount of physical pain, but it also hurt him thinking about leaving you so suddenly. he didn't even want to imagine how devastated and broken you'd be at the news. he had always hated being the reason for your sadness after all.

for once, the mighty eleventh harbinger could not do anything about the situation. compared to the formidable fighter he was just mere moments before this, he was helpless. he was utterly weak. he was dying.

but before death could claim him and take him from his suffering, he musters every last fibre of strength he has in his body to shakily pull out a crumpled letter. a letter that would serve as his last remembrance of you before his eyes closed for eternity.

though he could barely make out the letters through his tears and the black holes that started to form in his vision, he had memorized the letter by heart. he knew it enough to recall how he could practically hear your overjoyed voice through the words scribbled on the page, how relieved you sounded that he would be by your side in a few days time. 

he was beginning to get too weak to even hold up the paper and the only things he felt as his eyes began to shut was regret and guilt. he hoped you'd be okay after finding out what happened to him. 

oh, how hopelessly he wished he could bid you one last goodbye and give you one last kiss. 

he would've given anything to miraculously pick himself back up and live one day closer to seeing you again. but the world is harsh and apparently, nothing he could offer would be enough. 

so with nothing left to stop his impending doom, he closes his eyes and lets darkness surround him. 

however, as quickly as he had lost his consciousness, he regained it. all the pain is gone and it's as if the strength has been restored back to his body.

childe does not know what he's supposed to feel after he dies, but he can tell that this was definitely not it.

to his own surprise, he's able to open his eyes and scan his surroundings, making sure that he wasn't in some odd afterworld. he's even more shocked when he's able to move normally, as if there was never a gaping wound on his body to begin with.

carefully, he stands from his spot beneath the tree. his eyes nearly bulge out of its sockets when he sees his own body still there, all bloody and bruised from the troublesome battle he fought during his mission. 

"hello?" childe calls out wearily, whipping his head around in all directions in hopes to find anyone, something, anything to explain to him what was going on. 

when he sees and hears nothing, he turns back to his body one last time, chewing on his bottom lip in deep thought .

he was sure he had passed, but unsure of what to do now that he was brought back. had he failed to do something? was he supposed to look for someone who could help him? perhaps he was supposed to complete his failed mission?

as he's recalling what he could have done to warrant himself a second chance at roaming the earth, his eyes widen at a sudden realization.

his last wish. it was to say his last goodbye to you wasn't it? that was the only thing he begged for in his last moments and maybe some god out there was kind enough to give into gim. 

so, without a moment's haste, he sets off, sprinting across the snowy grounds of snezhnaya as fast as he can, determined to see you one last time before whoever gave him this second chance decides to change their mind and take him from you again.

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