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Will I be loved this way?

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Tags: Mentions of self-harm scars and Transphobia, vomiting, hurt/comfort, you can replace the husband with anybody tbh, FTM reader!

Summary: You being Trans wasn't an issue until people make it an issue, so your husband takes his whole day just spoiling and comforting you!!

Why are people so quick to judge? It wasn't like it bothered you or anything.. or maybe it did.

You sat at a corner table in the bar where you usually went to solve your issues, contemplating your life because of what some stupid guy said.

You caring wasn't even a question at this point as you were already four drinks in, requesting another to put on your tab.

But your dysphoric mind didn't sit well with what the man had spoken, causing your mind to stir in an unsettling way that caused the urge to drink to spike.

You could still remember the cold words the man had said to you back at the bookstore, saying how you 'Weren't an actual man,' and that it was 'disgusting to see a woman pretending to be a man.'

By the time you've realized it, you were already on your sixth drink, your mind fuzzy with dysphoria and thoughts of the insensitive words, until you felt a hand on your back. By the time you turn around, you are met with a frown from your husband, the look in his eyes seeming as if he had many things to say, but he didn't.

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"So. When were you going to tell me that you would be out for drinks?" Your husband says in the calmest tone he could muster, his voice sounding strained as he drove.

You couldn't even respond, staring out of the car window in defeat, knowing that whatever you would've said would've been ignored as your safety was your husband's number one priority.

"Name," your husband says in a stern tone, his voice sounding almost worrisome. "you need to start communicating with me."

You let out a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding before you turned to look at your husband in your seat, seeing that he had pulled into the driveway of your husband's shared house.

Your husband took a deep breath of frustration and sighed before turning his head to look at you, parking the car before he spoke.

"Love, I need to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. You know that you can say whatever you need to and I'll listen, at least, I'll try to." Your husband says in a concerned tone, as he didn't like seeing you act so astray from your usual warm self.

But you still didn't speak, unspilled tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as your lip started to quiver.

"Name, you know I love you, right?" Fuck. Those few words made a warm tear run down your face until you couldn't hold anything back anymore and started to break down into full-on sobs.

Your husband knew something was wrong from the start when he had picked you up from the bar, making him let out a soft sigh, as he tried to get you to face him.

"Name, you need a break?" Your husband asks, as you both usually watch movies and treat yourself's to a small ice cream dessert when you are stressed.

You nod your head, desperately needing your husband's comfort in this moment of insecurity.

Your husband unbuckles himself and opens the car door to get out of the driver's seat before he walks around the car to get to the passenger seat, opening the door.

As soon as you see your husband going to open the car door, you unbuckle yourself and wipe your eyes which are full of tears.

Your husband opened the car door and carefully picked you up, gently moving you into a comfortable position before closing the car door and locking it, heading to the front door of the house.

As you felt yourself being carried by your husband, you couldn't help but feel grateful for him being so understanding, nuzzling your nose in his shoulder.

He smiled softly as he felt you nuzzle closer into his shoulder, knowing it was out of comfort, as he carefully used his key to unlock the front door, carrying you inside.

He then strolled over to the main bedroom, gently placing you down on the bed as he kneeled and removed your shoes.

You couldn't help but feel your heart stutter as he took off your shoes, loving the way he pampered you when you were at your lowest.

He then got up from his kneeling position and ruffled your (h/c) colored hair. "You want to take a bath, love?" He softly asked, knowing not to overwhelm you when you were overwhelmed.

You nod your head, thinking that maybe a shower would feel much better than being in warm and overwhelming clothing.

Your husband nods his head as he whispers a small, 'I'll be right back' and leaves the room to set up the bath.

You take a deep breath and rub your eyes, as your body feels exhausted from the stress you felt and the crying you did.

The sound of the water turning on soon fills the quiet house, the echo slightly soothing your mind and body.

Your husband soon came back into the main bedroom where you were located and gently picked you up before carrying you into the bathroom.

He carefully set you on the toilet seat and helped you remove your clothing before letting you touch the water to see if it felt too hot or cold.

Your hand slowly reaches out to touch the water, the feeling creating a comfortable warmth around your hand.

"Is it warm enough?" He asks, tilting his head, as he doesn't want you to hurt yourself if it is too hot.

You nod your head, as the water wasn't too hot but it wasn't too cold either.

Your husband smiles softly as he helps you into the warm water, letting you soak your body in the soothing feeling.

He then leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

A few minutes pass in silence, as just the presence of him being by your side just gave you a warm feeling inside, comforting you in many ways words couldn't.

After a few reassuring words and your hair being washed by your husband's gentle hands, he made sure to wash off all the soap and got up to grab a towel.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Your husband says in a soft tone, giving you a small head pat before walking out of the bathroom and into the hallway closet, grabbing a towel.

You sit in the tub, sighing, as you wonder how you ended up marrying somebody who was so understanding.

Your husband then walks back into the bathroom, and sees your brows furrowed as if you were thinking.

"Something on your mind, love?" He says, kneeling down on the floor, placing the towel on the sink.

"Hm? Just thinking about something." You say, looking up at him.

"Alright, well, you can talk to me later if you want." He says with a soft smile, holding out your towel.

"You need help getting out?" He continues, holding out his hand in case you were too drunk to get up.

You nod your head to get up, almost slipping in the process which quickly made your husband bridal carry you back into the bedroom, making sure to cover you with a towel beforehand.

He then places you down carefully on the bed while he searches for comfortable clothes, settling on your favorite colored long sleeved shirt, and comfortable black pants.

"Want me to dry you off, dear?" Your husband says as he sets the set of clothes beside you on the bed.

You shook your head, but realized quickly that it was a mistake as the familiar feeling of nausea churned your stomach into knots.

Your husband realized the signs and made sure to quickly get a bucket, making sure he put a bag onto it to make it easy to throw away.

He says the bucket onto your lap and rubs your back with soothing circles as your hands grip the bucket, feeling saliva filling your mouth.

You groan, not feeling right as you gag, a wave of vomit leaving your mouth and into the bucket, your husband trying to soothe you with back rubs and words of praises.

"You're doing so well, dear..it's okay.." Your husband says in a reassuring and calm tone, making sure he helped keep the bucket steady with his freehand.

You vomit again, the familiar taste of bile leaving an acidic taste making you whimper.

"I know, I know.. you're almost done." Your husband says, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You hiccup as you couldn't throw up anymore, not having eaten anything for breakfast this morning.

"Shh..its okay, you're okay.." Your husband says, wiping away whatever he could with tissues he had on his nightstand.

"..Let's go take a shower, okay?" He says, setting the bucket down beside the bed, bridal carrying you to the bathroom, seeing that you were struggling to stay up.

He then sets you down onto the toilet, silently conveying with his eyes that you'll give him permission to remove your clothing.

You nod your head, obviously feeling too exhausted and weary to even think of removing your own clothing.

Your husband then lifts up your shirt, whispering a small 'up' for you to lift your arms up.

You lift your arms up, letting him lift up the shirt over your head as he then moves on to your pants, removing them as you lift your hips up.

As soon as you were completely nude, you tried hiding your own body from the mirror, hating the way your self-harm scars were showing.

"Hm? What is it, my little dove?" He asks, looking down at your arms and back at you.

You didn't speak, avoiding eye contact with the mirror, and he slowly realized, his eyes softening.

"..Dove, can you look at me..?" He whispers, not forcing you if you didn't want to.You slowly look up at your husband trying to hide your arms, which makes him frown.

"Hey, hey, don't hide them from me.." He whispers, sounding concerned. "They're reminders of what you went through. Don't be ashamed of them.." He says in a reassuring tone.

You sigh in relief, feeling way better now that he told you there was nothing to be ashamed of, which made you then try to push him to shower with you for comfort.

"In.." You mumble in a small voice, trying to get your husband to understand the hint.

"In? The shower?" He asked with a knowing tone, raising a brow.

"You know what I mean." You say, huffing.

"Okay, okay.." He laughed softly, removing his own clothing, leading you both into the shower.

The water was warm against your bodies, leaving a feeling of comfort as your husband opened a bottle of shampoo.

"Close your eyes for me, my little dove." He says, waiting until you had your eyes closed, scrubbing the shampoo into your hair.

You let out a soft sigh before feeling your stomach churning again, your hands wrapping over your stomach.

Your husband wiped the soap off of his hands before helping you get out of the shower, quickly settling you over the toilet.

"Shh..shh..you're okay.." He whispers, rubbing your back as you feel yet another wave of nausea come over you.

"It's okay, dear.. you're okay.." He says while making sure you didn't have a fever besides being drunk.

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After your husband had cleaned you up inside the shower again, he dried you off with a towel and made sure to choose clothing that your sensory issues wouldn't disagree with.

"How about this one?" He says, holding out one of his t-shirts, which has you practically yanking the shirt from his hands, making him shake his head and smile.

He then slides the t-shirt onto you, sliding comfortably around your body as he then chose a comfortable pair of shorts, helping you put them on.

"There we go. How is my bumblebee doing, hm?" Your husband says in a sweet tone, cupping your flushed cheeks.

".. better.." You mumble in a small voice, looking up at your husband, smiling softly as he sets a glass of water and pills beside you for stomach pain.

"Take these for me, okay? Then we'll cuddle and watch movies for however long you want." He says, smiling.

You don't even hesitate before the pill and cup of water were gone, quickly getting up to grab the necessary items to start your guy's comfortable night.

He smiles and walks into the kitchen, seeing you giddily grab the ice cream, making him come up behind you and pick you up into his arms, startling you a bit.

"What is my sneaky little mouse doing?" He chuckles, bridal carrying you to the couch, placing you down onto the blanket he brought.

You smile and laugh, cuddling closely to him, trying to hide the fact that your dysphoria was slowly creeping back into your mind.

He instantly saw through your smile and just brought you closer, not mentioning anything.

"..I love you, my handsome prince. There is no other man I would ever be with in any lifetimes." He whispers reassuringly, making you hide your face into his shoulder as you sniffle.

"I love you.."

"I love you too, my prince.."

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I wanted to add mentions of past self-harm and scars in the fic I posted as a WIP. So, basically, you choose for me :p (I also put an option to give an idea just in case somebody wants something specific!!)

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Will I be loved this way?

Literally don't know what to title this, but let's just say it's a work in progress 😇

Transphobia and maybe other things :p

Why are people so quick to judge? It wasn't like it bothered you or anything.. or maybe it did.

You sat at a corner table in the bar where you usually went to solve your issues, contemplating your life because of what some stupid guy said.

You caring wasn't even a question at this point as you were already four drinks in, requesting another to put on your tab.

But your dysphoric mind didn't sit well with what the man had spoken, causing your mind to stir in an unsettling way that caused the urge to drink to spike.

You could still remember the cold words the man had said to you back at the bookstore, saying how you 'Weren't an actual man,' and that it was 'disgusting to see a woman pretending to be a man.'

By the time you've realized it, you were already on your sixth drink, your mind fuzzy with dysphoria and thoughts of the insensitive words, until you felt a hand on your back. By the time you turn around, you are met with a frown from your husband, the look in his eyes seeming as if he had many things to say, but he didn't.

.

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"So. When were you going to tell me that you would be out for drinks?" Your husband says in the calmest tone he could muster, his voice sounding strained as he drove.

You couldn't even respond, staring out of the car window in defeat, knowing that whatever you would've said would've been ignored as your safety was your husband's number one priority.

"Name," your husband says in a stern tone, his voice sounding almost worrisome. "you need to start communicating with me."

You let out a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding before you turned to look at your husband in your seat, seeing that he had pulled into the driveway of your husband's shared house.

Your husband took a deep breath of frustration and sighed before turning his head to look at you, parking the car before he spoke.

"Love, I need to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. You know that you can say whatever you need to and I'll listen, at least, I'll try to." Your husband says in a concerned tone, as he didn't like seeing you act so astray from your usual warm self.

But you still didn't speak, unspilled tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as your lip started to quiver.

"Name, you know I love you, right?" Fuck. Those few words made a warm tear run down your face until you couldn't hold anything back anymore and started to break down into full-on sobs.

Your husband knew something was wrong from the start when he had picked you up from the bar, making him let out a soft sigh, as he tried to get you to face him.

"Name, you need a break?" Your husband asks, as you both usually watch movies and treat yourself's to a small ice cream dessert when you are stressed.

You nod your head, desperately needing your husband's comfort in this moment of insecurity.

Your husband unbuckles himself and opens the car door to get out of the driver's seat before he walks around the car to get to the passenger seat, opening the door.

As soon as you see your husband going to open the car door, you unbuckle yourself and wipe your eyes which are full of tears.

Your husband opened the car door and carefully picked you up, gently moving you into a comfortable position before closing the car door and locking it, heading to the front door of the house.

As you felt yourself being carried by your husband, you couldn't help but feel grateful for him being so understanding, nuzzling your nose in his shoulder.

He smiled softly as he felt you nuzzle closer into his shoulder, knowing it was out of comfort, as he carefully used his key to unlock the front door, carrying you inside.

He then strolled over to the main bedroom, gently placing you down on the bed as he kneeled and removed your shoes.

You couldn't help but feel your heart stutter as he took off your shoes, loving the way he pampered you when you were at your lowest.

He then got up from his kneeling position and ruffled your (h/c) colored hair. "You want to take a bath, love?" He softly asked, knowing not to overwhelm you when you were overwhelmed.

You nod your head, thinking that maybe a shower would feel much better than being in warm and overwhelming clothing.

Your husband nods his head, as he whispers a small, 'I'll be right back' and leaves the room to set up the bath.

You take a deep breath and rub your eyes, as your body feels exhausted from the stress you felt and the crying you did.

The sound of the water turning on soon fills the quiet house, the echo slightly soothing your mind and body.

Your husband soon came back into the main bedroom where you were located and gently picked you up before carrying you into the bathroom.

He carefully set you on the toilet seat and helped you remove your clothing before letting you touch the water to see if it felt too hot or cold.

Your hand slowly reaches out to touch the water, the feeling creating a comfortable warmth around your hand.

"Is it warm enough?" He asks, tilting his head, as he doesn't want you to hurt yourself if it is too hot.

You nod your head, as the water wasn't too hot but it wasn't too cold either.

Your husband smiles softly as he helps you into the warm water, letting you soak your body in the soothing feeling.

He then leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

A few minutes pass in silence, as just the presence of him being by your side just gave you a warm feeling inside, comforting you in many ways words couldn't.

After a few reassuring words and your hair being washed by your husband's gentle hands, he made sure to wash off all the soap and got up to grab a towel.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Your husband says in a soft tone, giving you a small head pat before walking out of the bathroom and into the hallway closet, grabbing a towel.

You sit in the tub, sighing, as you wonder how you ended up marrying somebody who was so understanding.

Your husband then walks back into the bathroom, and sees your brows furrowed as if you were thinking.

"Something on your mind, love?" He says, kneeling down on the floor, placing the towel on the sink.

"Hm? Just thinking about something." You say, looking up at your husband.

"Alright, well you can talk to me later if you want." He says with a soft smile, holding out your towel.

"You need help getting out?" He continues, holding out his hand in case you were too drunk to get up.

You nod your head to get up, almost slipping in the process, which quickly makes your husband bridal carry you back into the bedroom, making sure to cover you with a towel beforehand.

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A ♡ Dilemma.

Blood.

The scent of blood was strong, like the overwhelming smell of perfume or a bitter lemon.

You walk around the outskirts of Liyue, expecting to find some sort of dead animal, but in return, you see Childe. He was bloodied and bruised up, seeming as if he got mauled by some sort of animal, but that didn't seem to sit right.

You assumed the worst, thinking he had possibly gotten killed from letting his guard down. But that didn't sound right either.

Did you really care? Those four words ran through your head as you looked at the seemingly lifeless body until it slightly shifted and let out a small noise of pain was heard. You crouch down in front of him.

You continue to look at his deep wounds, your feelings conflicted. You didn't know whether to take care of him or to just leave him at a random infirmary.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the man in front of you, his sapphire eyes meeting your (e/c) ones.

The ginger man, who you once thought was immortal, was now vulnerable. How unusual for someone to have a title, such as the Eleventh.

After finally eyeing the ginger's condition, you carefully scoop him up, seeing that he didn't oppose the idea or even fight to try and get out of your arms. You continued on your way around Liyue harbor, finding a small cabin like house that you had lived in for a while since you had traveled often.

You arrive at the cabin and hold the Harbinger with your left arm, using your right to dig through your pockets until you find the key and unlock the door, gently carrying the slightly unconscious body inside.

You close the door behind you, then walk to where the main bedroom was, placing the Harbinger down onto the bed before leaving the bedroom, gathering the supplies to clean the wounds.

You come back with the needed supplies. Seeing that the wounds weren't life-threatening, you brought a few bandages, healing ointments, herbs, a needle to patch up the obviously bleeding wound, and some type of liqour to clean the wounds.

What? It's all you had.

As you open the liquor bottle and pour some onto a random rag, you gently wipe around the wounds, removing the dirt and crusted blood, making sure you don't touch the center of the wound.

How could he be so careless? You thought as you continued to make sure there was nothing that could possibly cause an infection and worsen the wounds.

Once you're done, you apply healing ointments to the other wounds, leaving the worst one alone since you didn't want to possibly wake up the Harbinger and see him panic.

You then apply bandages, and then your eyes look down to the worst wound the Harbinger had.

It's not like you hadn't seen worse?

And that was true. You had seen worse wounds on the Gingers body, but seeing him hurt in any way made you..well.

You try to ignore your thoughts, digging through your nightstand for a thin thread to sew the skin back together to heal.

"..hmn..?"

You froze. You didn't think he would wake up this quickly, but instead of panicking, you stay as quiet as possible and grab the nearest thread and your thin needle.

While you stood still, you slowly stuck your hand out, wondering just what the hell you were doing.

This isn't right. Why am i-

Your thoughts stop as your hand made contact with the gingers hair, gently caressing the tangled, dirtied, and bloodied mop of hair.

You couldn't even process what was happening, as just before the Harbinger could wake up, his breathing was slightly uneven from the bruises near his ribs.

Pulling your hand away, you finally manage to collect yourself and let the Harbinger wake up.

"Hmn.."

A low grumble interrupts the silence of the room as the Harbinger roused from his sleep.

There it was. Those sapphire eyes meeting your (e/c) ones, the two colors clashing but somehow mixing in a sonnet.

"..Name..? "

You couldn't even speak. Your words suck in your throat, and all you could manage was a monotone 'stay still.'

Childe was confused, but nonetheless, he surprisingly stayed still, his eyes following your every movement.

You grab your needle and make sure it was clean from previous use, grabbing your thin thread before sliding it through the eye of the needle.

"This is going to hurt." You say in a dry tone, giving the Harbinger a pillow.

"Speak up when it's too much."

With a silent nod from the Harbinger, as gentle as you could be, you thread the needle through the wounded skin, the Harbinger gritting his teeth.

You thread as swiftly and as efficiently as you could, then pausing when you felt the Harbingers hand in a position and if he was trying to get you to stop.

"Need a moment?" Seeing the Harbinger nod, you give him a moment to breathe, knowing that having a wound stitched wasn't the easiest.

"Take a deep breath, I'm almost done." You reply in what you thought was a cold tone, but a hint of reassurance and concern slipped through your voice.

You soon thread the last of the wound and make sure to clean the leftover blood with the same rag you used for the other wounds and make sure there were no other open wounds.

Once you cut off the excess thread, you apply healing ointments and bandage the wound. As soon as you look at the Harbinger, he's already looking at you.

Those damn eyes. Those stupidly admirable eyes of his. You couldn't even keep your eyes off of his until you cleared your throat.

"Tea?" You ask in a softer tone, knowing you couldn't keep up this act forever, even if you two did end up on bad terms the last time you saw each other.

The ginger waits to reply for a bit as he thinks, eventually speaking.

"..and some water, please."

You nod your head, walking out of the room before grabbing the herbs you had and crushing them into a fine dust, placing the tea leaves into a small strainer the ginger gave you for your tea.

You couldn't help but crack a small smile when seeing the adorable little narwhal picture on the handle, wishing you had stopped letting your feelings get the best of you.

Why did you two even fight again?

You remember. You definitely do because it's your fault. The back and forth and Miscommunication. It was all your fault. But who could blame you, really? Seeing the ginger hurt himself to satisfy the Tsaritsa, it just didn't sit right with you.

But you being your stupid little self, you avoided him until you both eventually had an argument. Of course, you had to have the last word, which didn't make you feel any less of an asshole.

It was all because of that one day, the first day you had met the ginger, you were already swooning. The stupidly perfect laugh and the way his nose scrunched up when he smiled, just everything about him.

Oddly enough, it took you a while to finally admit to yourself that you had feelings for him. When you had found out that him using his delusion had basically been wasting away his life, it hurt you.

'How could you understand?' Those exact words rang through your head. What the ginger said was true. How could you understand?

You manage to pull yourself together while making a cup of tea, and you also bring a cup of water, cautiously carrying the two, as you walk into the bedroom.

The ginger had stayed in bed, not moving an inch where you had left him, which just made your guilt amplify.

"Here, this tea is made to help with the pain and soreness." You say in a concerned tone, your brain unable to hide how you felt at this point.

The ginger mumbles a small 'Thank you' as he gently held the teacup up to his lips, taking a sip.

You wanted to say something so bad. To apologize for what you did, and maybe even say that you had missed him, but your guilt ate at you, preventing you from communicating.

Not breaking the silence, you also had an ice pack that you cooled with your vision, handing it to Childe.

"For your bruises."

"name, I-"

"Don't. Don't say anything."

Fuck. Were you really about to cry for something that was your fault?

"Just stop. Don't even think about apologizing."

Silence filled the now tense room, as Childe didn't know you as somebody to be so straightforward.

"Look, Childe,"

"Ajax."

"What?"

"My name. Use it."

Why the hell is he saying that now?

"Look, Ajax, I didn't mean what I said."

Childe just silently sat there, wondering what you were going to say next.

"About you being stupid for wasting your life away by help the Tsaritsa. I know she's helped you in the past and that you feel like you owe her your life in return."

"Hm."

"I'm sorry for not communicating about anything and just letting you go so suddenly. I was just so worried that this could possibly be the end of you."

You couldn't even look at him. Your head hung low as you stared at the floor, wallowing in guilt.

"There was this saying. Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better."

"Childe, I have no idea-"

"Name, I forgive you."

"What?"

You couldn't believe this. Was he really forgiving you like that?

"Can I tell you something, Name?"

"Yes, but how does this relate to the conversation?"

You couldn't believe this was happening. This just made you confused.

"From the start, there was no light. Then I met my light, the Tsaritsa. I thought there was nothing better than having my life possibly saved in a way I couldn't even imagine. Then, I met you."

No, no. Was he saying what you think he's going to say. Your heart couldn't handle it as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes.

"You are the brightest light I've ever met calm, warm, comforting. You're everything I've never had. You're everything I ever wanted."

Fuck, fuck. You weren't going to cry. No, you already were.

This made Ajax smile and weakly stand up with the help of the nightstand.

"You, Name, when we first met, I thought you were going to be just a burden to my life, but I realized I misjudged you. You're the reason I'm still even here today, as the Tsaritsa could only keep me alive for so long."

"..'j-jax, I-"

Your voice was trembling between hiccups, as you knew you had hurt him, but he still forgave you, which made you feel as if you didn't deserve it.

"Shh..Name. I know you're confused, but being away from you was more than my mind could take. Even so, you gave me a reason to keep going, to possibly meet you again, even if it were in another life."

You couldn't take it anymore and hugged Ajax, sobbing into his shoulder.

"..'jax, I'm so 'orry. So, so 'orry.."

"..What I'm trying to say is..will you be my partner?"

Ajax's voice was slightly trembling because of his nervousness, but he waited for your response.

"..y-yes, yes, 'jax, I 'ill.." You sobbed, holding Ajax tightly before he winced but smiled it off, as he still had bruises.

You mumble an apology and gently sat his back down, you sitting next to him as you wipe your eyes.

"I didn't take you as a crier." Ajax says in a teasing tone, softly laughing.

You just shake your head and smile back, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you sigh.

"And really, next time I hurt you in any way, you have to tell me, okay?" You whisper, your voice soft and reassuring.

"Promise."

"Pinky promise me."

Ajax couldn't help but laugh at that, though. He still held out his pinky and curled it around yours.

"You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I will throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again."

"Promise."

"Did Teucer teach you that?" Ajax says with a laugh, lovingly looking into your eyes.

"Hey, for a little kid, he's pretty smart. Maybe even smarter than you." You say with a laugh, looking back at Ajax.

"Promise you won't leave me?"

"Promise."

I never expected to write a bit about this, but I'm not disappointed! If you can give me any ideas or have any requests, please don't hesitate to ask!Enjoy!

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Decided to draw and yeah (^o^)/

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Got distracted and wrote something else :p should I continue??

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A Hearts Dilemma. ♡

Blood.

The scent of blood was strong, like an overwhelming smell of perfume or a bitter lemon.

You walk around the outskirts of Liyue, expecting to find some sort of dead animal, but in return, you see Childe. He was all bloodied and bruised up, seeming as if he got mauled by some sort of animal, but that explanation didn't seem to sit right.

You assumed the worst, thinking he had possibly gotten killed from letting his guard down, but that didn't sound right-

Did you really care? Those four words ran through your head as you looked at the seemingly lifeless body until you saw the gingers body slightly shift and a small noise of pain was heard, making you crouch down in front of him.

You continue to look at each deep wound, your feelings conflicted, as you didn't know whether to take him and care for him or to just leave him at a random infirmary.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the man in front of you as his sapphire eyes met your (e/c) ones.

The ginger man who you once thought was immortal was now vulnerable, which was unusual for something that had a title, such as the Eleventh.

After finally eyeing the ginger heads condition, you carefully scoop him up, seeing that he didn't oppose to the idea or even fight to try and get out of your arms, you continued on your way around Liyue harbor, finding a small cabin like house that you had lived in only for a while because you had traveled often.

You arrive at the cabin and hold the Harbinger with your left arm, using your right to dig through your pockets until you find the key and unlock the door, gently carrying the slightly unconscious body inside.

You close the door behind you, then walk to where the main bedroom was, placing the Harbinger down before leaving the bedroom, gathering the needed things to clean the wounds.

Should continue, yay or nay?