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69misato69 · 11 months

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missing link ✦ kokomi x kaeya x childe, 2.8k

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fox hybrid childe (AFAB, transmasc) / half-vishap koko (AMAB, transfem) / plain regular human kaeya (AMAB, genderfluid) some made up anatomy

cw: blood (in an endearing vishap affection way), unprotected vaginal / anal sex

top kaeya 🦚 and kokomi 🫧 x bottom childe 🐳 — enjoy!

"Hm?"

The conversation flies right over Ajax’s head. Something about a relaxing get-away, a beach trip that’s mentioned and scrapped quickly since it’s too hot to bear it in July. He's exhausted. The good kind. One where you feel your body sink deeper into the bed with each passing second, a sweet ache along your legs, every scent of the day imbued in your hair.

Smoke and sweat, the fries he nibbled on all night. Kokomi’s shampoo and Kaeya’s perfume. He’s too lazy to get up and take a shower. The whole ordeal of it, brushing through his tail, cleaning his ears and scrubbing away.

It’s too late, way past midnight — and he’s too comfortable, just like how he always is with them.

“They don’t allow three people to stay together, though. Strict rules from what I’ve heard.”

Ajax stretches with a relaxed sigh.

“Guys, I don’t really mind. We can just hit the bar and call it a day.”

Of course, immediately he is hit with “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s your birthday!”s and “It only happens once a year!”s.

He means it, when he says he doesn’t mind, that it’s not of importance. Elaborate birthday events are designed for either couples, friend groups or family. Their thing doesn’t quite qualify for any of those, leaving a night with minimal logistics required as their best option.

“As long as we’re together.”

He means that too. Ajax never really feels like an afterthought or a third-wheel despite the unusual circumstances of their dynamics. Possibly because they were already close friends before Kokomi and Kaeya had started dating. Or, perhaps it’s because they go to sleep snuggling close to each other on most nights. Maybe it’s because they walk hand in hand at the park, or because Ajax sits in the middle on movie nights and they end up falling asleep on his shoulder, every single time without fail.

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time he watched the sunset or the sunrise on his own. The last time he cried alone, the last time where there wasn’t anyone to share his pain or joy.

After many years spent together, it’s the first time he realizes.

This, despite being the best thing he ever had, is not going anywhere.

Ajax looks to his left and then to his right, coddled in the only arms he finds comfort in. They are in love, after all. A couple.

Not that Ajax isn't head over heels for them both. He remembers mistaking it for envy when they first got together, jealousy over two people in love.

But it was never that. It's not that he wanted them to break up so he can have Kaeya or Kokomi to himself. They deserve to be happy together. And Ajax is happy to witness it, his best friends being in love and still clinging onto him even when they have each other. Regardless, at the end of the day there must be a line. Something that separates him from them. Right? It should stem from the fact that the kind of love Ajax feels for them is not reciprocated. In amounts it is, but in form, surely it must be wildly different.

Yet sometimes, when they hold each other close like this, he can't help but wonder. Kokomi's hand on his chest, drawing small circles.

Is it how she touches Kaeya, too?

It feels…

Intimate.

Kaeya's arm is wrapped around his waist like always, holding him close. Ajax can hear their hearts beating, and his own racing right under Kokomi's palm. It feels a bit dangerous tonight. Unusual.

Kokomi's nose brushes against his neck and Kaeya buries his own in his soft, ginger curls. Ajax feels like bursting into tears whenever he's held so gently, unsure of what to do with it. Where to put all this love he harbors in his heart. All he knows that it's true, never poisoning him or eating away at his insides like a greedy parasite. He wonders why it’s always portrayed as such in books.

Unrequited Love: The Curse

He disagrees. As unattainable as it may be, he has jokes to laugh at until he chokes of joy, cuddles to attend. Game nights to win. Celebrations where he raises a toast for them and funerals where they will stand side by side. It’s a life they share, not just something that can easily be diminished to a relationship.

Ajax not only loves them but also — he loves loving them. Usually that’s the case. Now it feels like he's close to breaking apart, saying or doing something he isn't supposed to. Kaeya’s lips pressed against his head, moving to the bridge of his nose and to his cheeks. Right above his lips, right under them on his chin.

Anywhere but. Just like always.

Kokomi’s gentle touch on one cheek, a kiss on the other.

It's impossible to look at her without feeling stunned and paralyzed, not when she lures you in with those pretty eyes.

Soft, silky hair that you can't resist running your fingers through.

Ajax can't help but stare at her lips. So painfully kissable and out of reach. He's seen Kaeya kiss her many times, witnessed the true bliss in his face as he did so.

Before long, Kaeya pulls them closer. Before Ajax realizes, he's mumbling and rambling about love, lips occupied by Kokomi and Kaeya. Before he gets to come clean, sincere confessions are whispered into his skin instead.

He finds himself laying on the bed they share, legs parted and hands inside Kokomi's shirt, Kaeya pulling down his soaking wet boxers and sliding a finger along his quivering cunt. Ajax bites down on his lower lip, shuddering at the kisses and bites along his thighs.

He finally rids Kokomi of her shirt, licking over the marks laid by Kaeya. Some deep red, more recent, and some turning purple and yellow.

A fresh one wouldn’t hurt, right? One signed by him for once, perhaps. If he can stop jumping at every corner of her body like a distracted puppy and actually focus.

Her toned muscles and the fluffy, pink happy trail vanishing into her legs pressed together. The tattoo that he gets a full view of during the summer or whenever she yawns and stretches in front of her brewing coffee.

It's a work of art, different from the ink that covers Ajax's arms. Intricate details and thinner lines. He brushes his nose against it, exploring the pattern with his lips.

Kokomi purrs at the adoration. It’s exhilarating, his attention that borders on worship — Ajax praying into her skin.

It’s not so different from how Kaeya makes love to her, how he gets on his knees and admires her for hours. Though, Ajax is a bit more eager, lacking self-control, unable to keep himself from latching onto Kokomi’s chest even when he wants to draw it out for longer.

A warm, wet tongue swirling around her hardened nipples that ache with lust, one hand that cups her breast. Sucking, biting and squeezing until he hears a low rumbling from Kokomi’s chest. When he looks up he’s met with — different eyes. The usual, serene blue in them forming into vertical slits gradually, teeth even pointier than usual.

This time it’s peculiar. Foreign. Like a siren she reels him in, enchanting and haunting. Ajax jolts, ears lowered to the sides of his head like a frightened cub.

Kokomi pets them, seemingly unresponsive yet obviously attempting to put him at ease. Her claws card through his hair and ruffle the fur coating his ears.

It’s horrifying and deeply unsettling. Far from the way Ajax lowers his guard and unravels. She’s cold-blooded by the literal definition of the word. Not so easily overpowered or digested even in human form.

Yet, it doesn’t take away from how comforting her touch is, albeit laced with unpredictability and a tinge of fear. He feels taken over, owned and possessed in a grip that burns cold like a frost-bite. It’s a delicious contrast, combined with Kaeya’s warm palms all over him.

Ajax caresses her hips, inching up to the gills on the sides of her ribcage. Slits she has no use for on land, quivering under his touch. The Kokomi he knows flashes and fades out again with his every move, pleased moans followed by high-pitched shrieks and grunts.

"Kaeya..." Ajax moans with his nose buried in her breasts as he shivers with a tongue flicking against his clit.

Pleading with a lover as he’s held by another, all sensations he ever deemed intense, they pale in comparison to how alive and awake he feels now.

He pulls Kokomi to his lap, delicate yet ravenous. Teeth and tongue, reckless moves inside her mouth as she reciprocates.

He holds her in place, with Kaeya’s tongue lapping over his folds. A strong grasp on his thighs, parted sinfully with true bliss seeping inside. Ajax, hazy with pleasure, clutches his hand that reaches up to him from below.

“My dove…” he whispers against Kokomi’s lips, fingers entangled with Kaeya tenderly. Burning up for two, the most consumed he's ever been by it. Kaeya’s tongue reaches deep inside, eating him out passionately — just the way he wanted to for a long time. He holds Ajax the one way he never could before.

His hand running over Kokomi’s skin, Kaeya wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer if he got a good look of the beautiful view. So, he stays down. He drinks up all that he’s graced with — a sweet, slightly bitter token of his desire with peach fuzz brushing against his cheeks. He rests his head on Ajax’s inner thigh, playing with his sore clit. He deserves to be pampered, not the bullshit he complains about every time he returns home from a failed date.

He deserves to be adorned with kisses, orgasms that shake his body to its core.

Kokomi arches her back and lifts her ass to welcome the hand that slides down her back. Ajax traces one finger over the fabric, surprised to find her slick with a viscous fluid he’s not familiar with. Steady movements even when his lower body twitches uncontrollably.

It’s hard to call it warm, however it is so potent — whatever it is that she’s secreting. Soft, gummy walls that clench around Ajax’s fingers, overflowing with something a lot thicker than what he leaks over Kaeya’s lips.

Eyes that look down on him, Ajax can see the feral pride that’s ablaze behind them. She’s not the only one that seeks dominance.

Ajax finally growls back, showing off his sharp canines. Cocky, no longer led by common sense but instead by a primal urge that was laying dormant. Kokomi’s brows furrow, a set of claws wrap around his throat with a vile hiss. She’s having the time of her life, no doubt about it. “Play—hngh—nice, Koko.” he spits out the words through his restrained cords. Her grip loosens momentarily, only to choke him again with a playful smirk.

Even then, Ajax doesn’t stop stretching her out, seeing how she grinds down on his fingers and nuzzles into the exposed side of his neck.

He’s losing this one, so far at least. Bending over backwards to please the creature on top of him, gasping for air under her claws that mercilessly draw blood, not to even mention the way he pulsates on Kaeya’s tongue.

“Are you… fighting?” he asks, genuinely curious.

Kokomi pulls away with a mischievous giggle.

“I don’t think so…” Ajax boops her on the nose, “What’s so funny, hm?”

She mutters, forcing out every sound through her distorted voice and venomous lips —

“Cute…”

Ajax can’t help but chuckle when Kokomi leans into his palm needily after her sensational statement. Cold-blooded by her biology, but maybe it’s not so drastically different from the foxian trickery and the yearning for warmth that he experiences.

Kaeya can hear her getting close by the way she trembles and growls. The noises he adores. Shifting from low moans to grunts until her claws sever all in their path.

How she licks Kaeya clean and crashes into his lips with her bloodstained tongue.

However, Ajax pulls out his fingers and extends them towards the back abruptly. He pets her ass lightly with his other hand on Kaeya’s face, fingers stuffed down his throat.

Licking Kokomi off his fingers — maybe heaven does exist, after all.

Kaeya pulls away and lifts Kokomi’s hips to press a wet kiss on her hole before getting up.

Her hair covers them both, a smaller frame fully off the bed on Ajax’s body. Kaeya brushes them to the side to reveal her back, glistening with a thin, moist layer — iridescent scales that reflect the warm light into pink and blue. Kaeya straddles their hips and leans down. A kiss on Kokomi’s back, followed by a trail up to her nape while she clings to Ajax’s shoulders and lets out a long sigh.

He’s — ethereal. Hovering over them with his warmth and caging their bodies. Ajax feels lovestruck and dizzy, turning more lightheaded with every kiss blooming on his skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much, my love.” he coos.

It’s not the first time Kaeya calls him that, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Ajax feels stunned, he barely nods at the remark, smiling like an idiot. Only then, he realizes how wet he is, stretched out and lubed up with saliva in both holes.

Kaeya slides in his ass with ease but it still brings tears to his eyes. Less out of pain and more due to a catharsis. Relief and bliss after building these feelings up inside himself and breaking them down many times, pretending that they don't matter. Now that he feels the touch that makes him whole, they matter more than anything.

Kokomi licks the tears off his cheeks with the same, slimy yet pointed tongue. Kaeya rocks against her back, thrusting in and out of Ajax slowly. Soft thighs brushing against his own, two sets this time.

He wants to know Ajax the way he does Kokomi.

What makes him squirm and whimper, what he likes and dislikes, what makes his legs twitch with pleasure.

What makes him break.

Already, he sounds so pretty. Moans mixing in with hers as they lazily make out. Kaeya wants to listen to them both for hours, kiss them until his lips ache and dive inside until his fingers go numb. What more could he want then to lay skin to skin with the ones he cherishes more than anything in this world?

Kokomi eventually begins to rock back, recovering from the fog, begging for attention once again.

It's adorable to see her more fussy than usual, impatience is a rare sight on her.

She doesn’t talk much, but Ajax is an expert at reading her expression, the small changes in her forehead and the curving of her lips. It’s the first time he’s putting that knowledge to use with the intention of pleasing her.

She stands on her knees, separating his folds with the soft padding inside her claws. Ajax's hand wraps around her cock, sliding back and forth with precum dribbling from the tip.

Kaeya backs off slightly, allowing her to enter freely. Kokomi is more straightforward, pushing in without delays and not taking a break until she hits the depths of his walls with a snarl.

Ajax can see how expertly she moves. She knows where to touch, where to tease. A kiss right behind Kaeya’s ear that instantly makes his eyelids flutter, a hand reaching behind to caress his waist that already has him twitching inside Ajax, her other hand entangled in the sweaty, ginger curls pressed against the pillow.

His mind can’t quite register the waves of pleasure washing over him with every thrust. One hole empties as the other is deliciously stuffed. He’s not deprived for even a second.

It doesn’t take long before Kokomi shakily cums inside him unannounced, pent-up from the way Ajax let her go without a climax. She places her hands on either sides of the pillow and nails him down, unloading for a good few minutes until her seed begins to leak out.

She’s so — big, further engorged inside him to the extent that Ajax is amazed at how he doesn’t tear into pieces.

“Love…” she mumbles again, quietly this time. Ajax pulls her limp body close to his chest, enraptured — “Love... I love you too…”

A loving kiss lands on his forehead. The lips he’s missed dearly over the course of these past minutes, finding his own once again to claim them in a heated kiss. Ajax is melting, convulsing with love overriding the fatigue.

“Can you take one more, birthday boy?”

He can’t help but giggle and blush at Kaeya’s tone.

“Do your worst, Alberich.”

I HOPE U ENJOYED BYE KOKOCHAEYA NATIONNN (2 PPL)

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lovelieajax · 2 years

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♡ :: birthday boy

synopsis :: he's always been there for you, so why not make him a special something while he's still in snezhnaya? oh, of course, a birthday party!

ft. childe x gn!reader

wc :: 1,906

cw. n/a

a/n :: this is a bit late for his birthday TT regardless i hope you guys will enjoy !! not proofread + reposted for tags

After the death of La Signora-who was someone you were very fond of-you couldn’t get any work done. You moped around, talking to your personal maids about how upset you were at her death. It wasn't justified, she was so young and was only doing her job, so why?

All the harbingers stood beside her coffin, avoiding eye-contact with one another. The room echoed Columbina's lullaby, which muffled your choked sobs as you recollected memories of Rosalyne. Tears flowed down your frostbitten cheeks, shivering due to the sheer cold of Snezhnaya and the ice cold stares of the others.

Across the coffin to you was Tartaglia, the 11th harbinger. One of the few who were kind and easy to talk to, unlike Pierro or Capitano, who are cold and ruthless. He must've sensed your discomfort in the eerie room, nothing to hear except your muffled cries. The buttons on his coat’s lower pocket were being picked at, excusing himself from his spot next to Arlecchino and towards you.

Sudden bursts of tears choked out, not giving a care about the obvious glares. What mattered most was that you felt a familiar warmth hugging you, much like how Rosalyne’s embraces were.

You never noticed it before, but Tartaglia had always been there for you. Wherever you went, he would always, without a doubt, greet you and ask how your day was. What was oddly amusing was that he would always, always, remember the small things. Like, oh, you’re feeling down? Don’t worry, he’ll buy all the items you’ve mentioned once in a zap.

If someone had told you that he had the biggest crush on you, you wouldn’t have believed it. But now that you’re looking back to everything he does only for you, you start to question whether it’s true or not. Anyways, you snuck into his room and took a peek at his calendar.

A red circle and the word ‘birthday' was written underneath July 20th.

So the only sensible thing to do was prepare him a surprise birthday party. It was already too late to plan something drastic or life-changing, but it’ll be something he’ll remember. Hopefully, it’ll bring him a little dose of serotonin while he’s stuck in the Fatui Headquarters for the week.

And so you first prepared by making invitations. Unsure of how to approach the harbingers, the best thing to do was slide the letters under their office doors. Your legs wobbled like jelly, stopping at Pierro and Capitano’s door, wondering if you should even give them invitations.

It wouldn’t be nice to send them to everyone but them, even if you knew they were too busy to come. So you slipped the letters under their doors and went on with your merry way to Sandrone. She was one of the few who actually talked to you, along with Pulcinella.

“Hello?” The door creaked open, her face popping out.

“Sandrone, hi..!” You got up, fumbling with the items in your hand. “I’m planning a birthday party for Tartaglia, and I was sending out-”

She gave you a kind smile, placing her hands together. “Could I help? I could help decorate your office and bake him some cookies!”

“Oh! That would be.. lovely, thank you!” She took the letter from you, smiling before she closed the door.

A letter was found the same day from Pulcinella, saying he’d help make Tartaglia a new, comfier coat. No other harbingers had responded, so you assumed they wouldn’t be coming. You also weren’t sure of his tastes or what he liked, so you went to ask him yourself.

“Tartaglia?” The door opened as you knocked, peering in from the side.

“Hm?” His head shifted upwards from his paperwork, an ear-to-ear smile painted his face when he saw you. “Y/N! How are you? Do you need help?” The papers moved to the side, stacked and shuffled away to his cabinets, clearing his desk.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, no, you’re not interrupting anything! Come in, is there something you need? Can I get you a snack? Are you cold?” He pushed his seat back, laying his rough hands on his desk.

It couldn’t hurt too much to have a small chat with him, right? You accepted, pulling another chair over and seating yourself across his desk. He looked through his largest cabinet, seeing it was filled with different types of snacks (which you all coincidentally seemed to like..).

“Hey.. just a question,” his head turned towards you, “this might sound weird, but what do you like? Er- it can be anything from what type of food you prefer or-”

“Well, I like you.” He booped your nose with his finger, amused by your heating reaction. “I like anything you make.”

“T-Tartaglia! We’re at work, you can’t talk like that!” You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. “Be serious..”

He chuckled, observing your eyes trying hard to avoid his. Tartaglia always thought you were adorable and constantly compared you to a ‘little ball of sunshine’. You’d lighten up whatever room you walked into, always bringing positive energy to such a negative place. Sometimes, for the holidays, you made homemade greeting cards with drawings and sent them out to the harbingers. (He still keeps all of yours from eons ago in a separate drawer).

The thing is, he really wasn’t lying when he said he liked you. He absolutely adored you in every way, much more than words could describe. Though he wanted to get closer to you, he couldn’t; finding his hands would be shaky, lips quivering, and face reddening. So he sticks to the simpler things instead, like greeting you every morning and giving you small gifts.

“Then.. I like sweets!” He attentively looked at you with such care it warmed your heart, bursting with sincerity. He imitates a golden retriever, a giggle leaving your mouth at his expression.

The rest of the day followed, leaving his office early and going back to party planning. Your room had been completely decorated in different shades of blue, streamers and balloons floated to the ceiling.

The table was filled with Sandrone’s cookies and some items you had made yourself. (Which you had asked to bake some items with him, so he could decorate some for himself). Then, it was the day of his awaited birthday party. You had made a sign to place on your office door that read ‘Tartaglia birthday party!!’, and stuck it to the door.

All of your attempts in hiding the party from him must’ve worked, seeing his confused reaction when he opened the door to a dimly lit room with decorations littering the place.

“1..2..” Pulcinella grinned, “3!”

“Surprise!” The surprisingly large group of harbingers yelled out in a joyous manner, the lights turning on.

“Oh gosh, guys, all this? For little ol’ me?” He clasped his hands together and set them by his neck, mouth agape.

“Happy birthday..!” You held out a neatly wrapped blue present box. His eyes wandered around the room, surprised most of the harbingers came. Pulcinella was by your side-who he didn’t notice until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, it’s not much.. I had only a week to prepare everything.” You placed your hand behind your neck, hands hot and moist with sweat. The room had everything it needed for a party, but the aura was offset by the standing harbingers.

“It may not be much to you, but it is to me.” He rested his arms around your shoulders, slouching down to place his chin on the crown of your head.

“Oh my, it seems we might be intruding on something..” Marionette placed her hand over her mouth, which seemed to be snickering.

“Guessing at the lack of.. food on the table, I think they wanted their alone time together.” Columbina noticed. Arlecchino nodded, inching closer to her slouched position.

“W-Well,” your words stammered out, laughing to cover up your embarrassment. “I wasn’t sure most of you would come.. so I didn’t prepare much.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for Sandrone dragging all of us here. Seems like Capitano, Pantalone, and Dottore wouldn’t budge.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you guys left. I mean, it’s more private time for Y/N and I!” He squeezed you tighter. Without Tartaglia finishing his sentence, all the harbingers ran out of your now deserted office.

You bit your lip, fingers squeezing into each other to create fists with your nails digging into your skin. “I love it, I love everything here.” He placed his warm hand over your trembling one, reassuring you that your efforts haven’t gone unnoticed. His smile is like a warm hug, something everyone would go crazy for.

“I’m glad,” you breathed out, removing yourself from his embrace to get a tissue. “Do you- do you wanna open presents? We can do whatever you’d like today.”

“Of course. I’m excited to see what you got me, the bar is high!”

Damslette and Arlecchino both bought him a communication device (much like a dodocommunicater, but fatui-fied). Pantalone didn’t bring anything, and Pulcinella with a crimson red coat to match the scarf he had made him a while back. In one of the coat’s front pockets, a bag filled with pastries and a note laid.

“Oh, he’s so thoughtful! The note says it’s for Tonia and Teucer, your younger siblings.”

“It might be the best gift here! Besides yours, of course.” He winked at you, closing his eyes as he undid the satin ribbons.

The present box was on the bigger side, a mix of everything you thought he would enjoy. One of the items was a custom-made soft throw-blanket patterned with tiny blue narwhals. Small notes with a sealed letter were set to the side, in the middle was a photobook, framed photos, and a mini Kamera.

He remained silent, as if he were evaluating what each item was and its significance. The photobook plopped on his lap, skimming through the pages as he observed them some more.

“Thank you,” he shifted towards you, his voice softer. He’s confused at how you could put in so much effort in a week just for him to have a good day.

“Oh.. don’t cry,” your fingers trailed to his face, cupping it. His pale and supple cheeks squished against your gentle hands, still as gorgeous as ever.

You and him cleaned up the room, occasionally stopping for a brief snack in between. The sun fell, the moon creeping its way up as the wind crept through your opened windows, sweeping loose papers away. The both of you took a very much needed break on your couch after sweeping up the decorations, exhausted from the labor.

Tartaglia took a bite of your cookie, coughing bits of it onto the floor when he felt something weighing on his shoulder. Your head had bobbed to the side while you dozed off your sleepiness from the lackluster event.

With the way the light from outside highlighted your features, he swore this was the best birthday gift he’s ever received. He scooped you up in his arms and placed your figure back down on the couch, placing his gifted coat to keep you warm.

“Thank you for tonight, Y/N. You’re the best gift anyone could ask for, I love you.” He placed a tender kiss to your forehead, admiring your sleeping expression as you shifted in your sleep.

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