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[author-of-love]

Sugar daddy

Zhongi:

Zhongli is a kind soul when it comes to his sugar baby, treating them to luxuries they have never had, treating them to food and fancy restaurants they had wished of visiting and eating.

Taking them to their favourite places no matter what it is and letting them enjoy the luxuries and riches that he can provide.

He even places them in his lap while he drinks his tea and reads a book or tells his baby all about the different things that he has experienced and the places he has been or just things he knows along with a lot of history.

However, when it turns to night time his demeanor changes he spanks you and pulls your hair as he gives you nice cream pie that fills you up, he pounds his baby so hard that they struggle to even sit comfortably in the morning.

Childe:

Childe is a playful man, he will buy and bring you your favourite flowers, he will hold your hand, he hides his work from you but if yiu want it, you got it, a demand necklace? Noprobkem childe will get it.

Perfume? No problem he wants his baby smelling their best.Even if his baby glances a little to long at something he will get it for you.

Child also likes to tell his baby his many victories of his different battles and duels, hell he'll purposely work out and train with no shirt on just for his baby because he knows his baby like sto stare at his muscles.

However, at any moment, in public or in private, he'll put his hand inbetween your legs, making his baby sweat and bite their lip before taking them to somewhere private and fuck them, whether its gentle and he says words of praise and compliments however act like a brat and he'll call you his little slut and punish you accordingly.

[veriwrites-shh]

"I'm no Hero".... "But I'm yours"

Childe/Reader (Tartaglia) Fanfic

Summary: The reader went to Quince village to do her task until a raid attacked the place. Outnumbered, she was tired, almost on the brink of giving up. Until her lost lover has come to her help.

Note: Y/n doesn't know that Childe is part of the Fatui and Y/n is not the traveller. Y/n is an experienced adventurer that resides in Liyue. [1.6k words]Picture for imagine :>

In a simple afternoon, the hardworking Y/n visited Quince Village on the North of Liyue to pick up fresh Jueyun Chilis. Though the weather creates sweat, and thirst becomes a little unbearable, however there is no greater pleasure in harvesting a round and juicy jueyun chili. One bite and the mild burning sensation with the fresh taste would send every joyous emotion along one’s body. Imagine the taste of Xiangling’s remarkable dish, the sweet and spicy delicacy of Liyue. The Jueyun Chili Chicken is Y/n’s favorite dish and the way of Xiangling’s cooking captures the succulence of the chicken perfectly with a top notch mildly hot flavor.

That is what Y/n has been craving for these days. It’s what her tongue has been salivating for ever since her trip to various nations and in her deduction, there is no dish in comparison to Xiangling. Her appetite for the dish is extreme enough for her to handpick the ingredients herself in this heated weather.

As the breath of fresh wind swoon over the air, so did the troubling sound of the trembling ground. Light and fast foot stomps appear to be coming close, Y/n wasn’t the only one who sensed their growing presence. The women of the village quickly got their kids and went inside their humble homes. Then the men hurried out with pitchforks and household tools considering it as a companion in battle with their shaken confidence facing the approaching raid. 

Then familiar creatures with their mask designed with horns and red markings appear from the distance, approaching mindlessly and fast but their members outnumber the villagers and even the adventurer, Y/n.

Y/n alerts herself, grabs her bag of jueyun chilis and geared up. Sword at hand in a fighting stance, prepares to strike fast. Eyeing the sides, strategizing which blows to strike and which skill to end the raid.

“I can handle them” Y/n whispers to herself as she lands a strike on a near hilichurl. In a flash, she defends her left side from a blow and has a hard time protecting her flank. 

Suddenly big stomps fill the air. Multiple heavy versions of the small creatures appear, with rock clubs and heavy shields. Mitachurls.

She sees that the villager men have a hard time as well. One young fellow fell to the ground, his head banged on the floor and in  Y/n’s peripheral vision his eyes failed to open. His father rushes to his aide, “No, Tommy!” his father screamed and a Mitachurl stomped closer with it’s heavy hand arming up the rock club in the air. Before it could pound up the father and son, Y/n is quick to defend. With a slash of a sword in its chest and a final blow of an elemental skill, the creature is defeated but many more come. 

 Y/n’s hand on the sword shakes a little bit as her knees begin to fail their purpose of standing. Her breath deep while sweat covers her whole forehead. Her back is sore and bruises appear on her arm. All she could do while she took a break was stand still for a moment, even for a second. She analyses her surroundings, and more screams of villagers fill the area. She knew if she takes a break now, all will fail. 

“Take your son and evacuate” she demands

“But—” the father hesitates. He then quickly saw the state his son is in, unconscious on the ground, a big bruise on the forehead and barely a breath out of his body. “Thank you, adventurer”

Then Y/n with all her might strengthens the grip of her sword, firming the pressure on her knees and facing the enemy head high. 

With an exasperated breath she speaks, “I can handle this”

Suddenly a chuckle, 

“Did you forget about me so soon?”

The familiar voice speaks, and among the rowdy crowd of the enemy, they stop on their tracks and divert their attention to the owner of the mischievous voice. This figure reeks of familiarity, his care-free stance and his airy ginger brown hair. The indistinguishable part of him is his maroon mask, the edges sharp and intimidation exudes from him. 

You can’t tell by his mask, but he smirks before he lunges at the armed Mitachirl.  Bringing it to its knees before aiming arrows toward the hilichurls. Five small enemies were defeated and the Y/n couldn’t just stay still. 

With the aid of this mysterious yet familiar figure, the fighting dynamic was perfect. Each pattern of strike dealt great damage, as both of them took care of each other’s flanks. Little did Y/n notice, he was more focused on her  condition rather than the enemy. He notices every sweat drop from her forehead down to her chin, exasperated breathing between those dry lips, and tension in her hands weakening the grip. 

 He notices the Y/n needs a breather, he switches his bow into his dual blade and slashes every enemy before it could get near her. 

And after a few while, the enemy retreated.

The people of the village raise applause to the mysterious person as the newly titled “hero of the village”. Of course they already knew Y/n enough to assume that she would help so they also gave their gratitude, but they were more curious of what the new “hero” can mean for them. 

Whispers of, “Does he live in Liyue?”, “Do we know him?” and “Hero, what is your name?” filled the crowd. Though he bid them no attention. 

His eyes found Y/n’s state as she pants heavily. He notices the flushed tint of her cheeks and the joyous crowd doesn’t help with the effects of the scorching heat. He realizes soon enough, exhaustion will soon consume her. 

She looks at him to get a good view, puzzling the pieces whether this man is the one she is waiting for. Her eyebrows furrow and she squints her eye, her puzzling look makes her look cute in his eyes. 

Their eyes meet and among the crowd of concerns and praises, he walks up to her tilting his head. 

“You know me” he confesses, as if it’s almost a fact to Y/n. “And you know, I’m no village hero”

His gloved hand makes its way to his face, slowly removing his most unique mask, and the crowd urgently awaits what this man looks like. But before they could get a view, he lowers his head near Y/n swiftly. He whispers, “But I’m yours”

Then pressed his lips against hers. He chuckles when he felt the tingle of a jueyun chili on her mouth. A fun memory from him, when they explored Liyue together. The kiss was loving, as if to convey longing feelings of a couple who yearns to get closer. 

“Childe” Y/n whispers between the kiss.

“Darling” he responds along with desires to deepen the kiss. To take whole of what he had missed. The crowd sounds in awe, but mothers cover their children’s eyes and some women grants aid to the wounded villagers. 

The passionate kiss abruptly stops when the Y/n turns her head away, taking a moment to gather her thoughts then she gazed into Childe’s eyes. 

She takes a view of his beautiful blue eyes while hers began to create tears. This time despair is present in her eyes, the hint of longing nowhere to be found and her eyebrows furrows. She urges herself to speak, to scream. 

“You left me, Childe” for months with no explanation but that is only what her mouth would allow her to say at the moment. “And you thought a kiss would fix it all?”

His eyes mirrors what Y/n has but his seeps more on regret and deep longing. And Y/n expects something from him, anything at all for him to correct his mistakes; a grand proclamation of love, a sorrowful confession of regret, a gesture of sincere agony of the time apart. It could be anything from the bottom of his heart. 

“Childe..” she mumbles, 

But all she received was his silence and the murmurs of the crowd. Y/n felt both concerning and malicious gazes, she felt her body growing meek, she brought her hand to brush her hair that fell across her face to hide her embarrassed look.

Childe looks at her with a caring glance. He knows that his unexplained absence have given her a hard time between these months. Now he is back, all he wants to do now is to cherish her, remove her from the crowd and replenish the joy and love they once had. 

He raises his hand and he leans toward her, caressing her cheek. Slowly, his other hand begins to cup her face while looks down. He gently glides his hand over her eyebrows, moving her hair on the back of her ear. He lifts her head, and it took a moment for her to look at his eyes. 

Then all Y/n can see is all she needed to see. Regret, longing and love.

“I’m sorry I left you” Childe whispers. “I’m never leaving you again”

Childe grabs her waist and carries her in a bridal style. Jumps high and moves swiftly across the crowd. He’s bringing her out of here, back to their place. 

Y/n was shocked of the sudden action, though that was what she needed, a gesture of sincerity from a man of many words. But is it enough to forgive him? Especially when the last she saw him was not a smiley Childe with flowers and picnics like he thought it was when she left her. But she saw a Childe with a secret conversation with a short blonde woman in a white dress.

Credits: prompt by @100Fowers on Reddit Reddit writing prompt: you squealed as the hero unmasked and kissed you in front of the roaring crowds. Wait.. you recognize their faces.. that’s your best friend and your boyfriend.

Check other prompt submissions: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/s/9AyeKm7Jos

[shokotartitas]

Tartaglia x Fem!Reader

Friends With Rights

🗝️⋆·˚ ༘ * Warnings ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✎ this is part 1, of the two parts ! ׂׂૢ

✎ Yes, it has at least 6 likes… I'll upload the 2nd and last part ! ׂׂૢ

✎ Au version !ׂׂ ׂׂૢ

✎ Inspired by: Song (Amigos con derechos, Reik ft Maluma, spanish song)

Y/N was walking with her friends, close to a casino, until she saw a tall, orange-haired, blue-eyed, handsome man…

She gave him a mysterious look.

It was 8:15 in the evening, it was early.

Tartaglia also looked at her…

Then she entered the casino and Y/N said goodbye to her friends and without being seen by them she fixed her skirt and blouse, straight to... See Him.

Y/N entered the casino and followed him slyly.

Y/N She sat in one of the chairs but did not expect him to sit in front of her.

-H-hello? Y/N said while trying not to get nervous.

-Hello," said Tartaglia Sereno while smiling at him.

-What is your name?" he asked Y/N as he sipped some of the wine he had in his glass.

-Y/N- She replied while adjusting her skirt.

-What about you? Y/N asked, calmer and cooler.

-Tartaglia- He answered before taking her hand and kissing it softly.

-It is a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady," said Tartaglia as he smiled from ear to ear, making her nervous.

From Y/N smoke was coming out of her ears, her face was red, it was the first time this had happened to her.

He let go of her hand and bought her a drink.

-Thank you.- she said smiling softly, as she tried to calm herself internally.

Tartaglia laughed and got up from the table, when they played [You song fav] And he shook your hand.

You were surprised… Did he like that song too? you thought and then took his hand.

He put his hand on your waist and you on his shoulder.

After that, some very funny things happened between the two of you.

Tartaglia looked at his phone and smiled.

-What is your number?" he asked as he looked at her.

-It's… [number]- Tartaglia added it and pulled him close to her and whispered in his ear.

-See ya~- He said in a flirtatious tone.

Bye!!!<3

[point-8]

MOVE IN DAY mordern au FEAT: childe and xiao NOT PROOF READ

CHILDE

half the time he sits looking through your baby photos the other half he's all muscly n shit "let me get that for you!" shoves his whole ass body in front of you please hide your baby photos, he'll hang them up on the wall or above your guys' bed sometimes he just sits there and watches you push and pull and heavy box, stifling a laugh before he goes to help you after moving in you guys just sit on the couch all sweaty and tired(not like that 💀)

"where does that box go?" childe said, getting up from the spot on his couch "can't you read? it says pictures dumbass." you turn around to go grab another box until you hear the sound of the box being opened and chide crisscrossed on the floor. "awww!! y.n you had so much baby fat" he cooed at the photo as you just stood there in horor, watching this man hold your baby picture and coo at it. "childe. put. that. down." you manged to forget that you had packed really everything in your room, including pictures of your high school graduation, elementary school photos, first day of school photos and baby photos, all in one big picture book. and childe would not let go of it. "childe...can you help me with this big box?!" the box was half-way inside the front door, you just needed someone to lift with you in order to get in up and inside the house. "childe!" "awww look how cute you were in second grade!" he fliped the picture book around to show you. angryly, you stomped over there and snatched the book out of his hands. "childe! help me with that box. please!" you shoved your finger towards the front door, expecting him to help you. "im sooo tired though, i was looking in your pictures to catch my breath!" "you've done nothing but move a box." you stood over him, arms crossed, and book in hand "that was a heavy box though! why did you bring so much shit!" "i brought four boxes!!" "fine, ill help you move that box." he whined and then got up and walked over there, lone behold without any help childe picked it up on his shoulder and just waltzed right into your guys' room. "see! i can do work!" you just stood there in shock, this could've gone by so much faster if childe decided to put down your childhood photo book and push four boxes into your guys' room. "why didn't you do that before!?" "didn't feel like it!" he grabbed the book from your hands and settled on the couch and continued his looking. what a helpful boyfriend you had💀!

so uh uh yearly appearance go

also sorry it's short

[scart-t]

Whispers in the Frost: Childe's Pursuit of Y/n's Heart

Pairings: Childe x Female Reader Ft. Pantalone

Apologies for the oversight. Let's revise the story to include the Zapolyarny Palace, the home of the Tsaritsa, where the Fatui conduct their meetings.

In the grand halls of the Zapolyarny Palace, home to the formidable Tsaritsa, Pantalone held a crucial meeting with his subordinates. They discussed matters of state, carefully choosing their words in the presence of the all-seeing eyes that watched over Snezhnaya.

Amidst the intense discussions, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing the attention of Pantalone and the other officials. Surprised by the interruption, Pantalone gave a curt nod to one of his guards, who cautiously opened the ornate doors.

Childe stood at the entrance, a mix of determination and nervousness evident on his face. His arrival disrupted the somber atmosphere, the officials exchanging glances of curiosity and bewilderment.

"Childe," Pantalone addressed him, his voice carrying a tinge of impatience. "This is hardly the time for your presence here. What is the meaning of this interruption?"

Childe took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Pantalone, forgive my intrusion, but I must speak with you about a matter of great importance. It concerns your sister, Y/n."

Pantalone's eyes narrowed slightly, his protective instincts ignited at the mention of Y/n's name. He motioned for Childe to continue, his voice stern but tinged with concern.

"I have come here today because my heart has been captured by Y/n's beauty and kindness," Childe confessed, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "I want to court her, to be by her side, but I understand the risks and dangers that come with my position as a Harbinger."

Pantalone's expression softened as he listened to Childe's heartfelt admission. He had always been cautious, shielding Y/n from the clutches of the Fatui, aware of the dark secrets and hidden agendas that lingered within the organization.

"Childe, your position within the Harbingers is perilous," Pantalone spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and sincerity. "But I can see the sincerity in your eyes. If you truly care for my sister, then you must protect her at all costs."

Childe nodded earnestly, a fire burning within him. "I swear on my honor, Pantalone. I will do everything in my power to keep Y/n safe and ensure her happiness."

Pantalone studied Childe's determined face, his gaze shifting from skepticism to a flicker of trust. With a sigh, he replied, "Very well, Childe. I will allow you to court Y/n, but remember, should you ever betray her trust or bring her harm, I will not hesitate to unleash the full fury of the Fatui upon you."

Childe's expression softened with gratitude, a sense of responsibility weighing upon him. "Thank you, Pantalone. You have my word that I will cherish and protect Y/n with my life."

And so, a pact was forged between Childe and Pantalone, as the young warrior embarked on a quest to win the heart of Y/n, while the elder brother watched from the shadows, ever vigilant, ensuring that the dangers of the Fatui would never harm his beloved sister.

[tomiehoeka]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐑���𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 | dainsleif https://www.wattpad.com/1510691954-002-dainsleif-and-his-pain-in-the-backside?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=tomihoeka 

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂!𝐀𝐔 

« 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 she is the princess, and Dainsleif her knight, both bound by a love doomed from the beginning. » 

For one, love is liberating; for the other, it is but another form of shackles. It is said that fate is already woven for one who is born into a role, but are these roles what must define the path we take? 

From the top of her palace, she yearns to understand the world beyond its walls. He is but an anchor in the passing sea of time; frozen in the past, stilted from the future. He has learnt well not to covet what he does not deserve-until her glow traces itself upon his very soul. 

However, when one allows duty to entangle with love, a difficult choice is thrust upon them; Would it be well to love, or well to serve? They think, perhaps-

"If I had stopped her,"  "If I had listened to him..." 

"𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵?" But the answer to this neither of their hearts know, nor could they bear the pain to do so. And so they live another day gazing at the same starlit sky, pondering on this agonizing question with regret in their souls; a question which they receive no answer to. 

 》☾⋆* 。⋆ * • ･ﾟ . ⋆ *･ﾟ: • *･ﾟ : * ⋆. * ･ﾟ * .*: ･. ｡ * ⋆《 

slow-burn romance, heavy angst. 

WARNING: Contains themes of gore, violence, sexism, depression, etc. Read at your own risk. 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐗𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋!𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 genshin characters don't belong to me, credits to hoyoverse.

[kazuharem]

“Quatervois” ↠ Childe

"Hold me tight just a little longer, I don't want the night to be over"

Part I: "Hiraeth"

Characters: Childe x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Angst with a hopeful ending! (･ω<;)☆

Word Count: 5,326

A/N: I got it down so bad for this man, it's not even funny anymore (⋟﹏⋞) Definitely recommend reading Part I first because there are some references to it. Finally back after like 2 years hehe~

Inspired by this prompt:

"You're upset one night and in need of comfort. You subconsciously show up at your enemy's house, but as they open the door, confused as to why you're here. You backtrack, saying it was a mistake, and that you shouldn't be here. You start walking away, but your enemy calls your name, telling you to come inside and 'We can go back to hating each other tomorrow.'"

Zhongli is a ChildexReader shipper

A03 Link: here

Reblogs are much appreciated! 🙏🏼

QUATERVOIS: FR. (n.) a cross roads; a critical decision or turning point in one's life

What happens when it's over When we've breathed our last breath And we've loved each other to death Can you tell me what happens?

Raindrops hit the marbled cobblestones, dyeing them gray. It mutes the world and all its noises, save for the incessant patter. Childe eyes the humble, little cottage where you had taken up residence and he breathes out, the puff of air momentarily parting the rain in front of him. He ducks out from the shelter of the tree, ignoring how the rain drenches him instantaneously as he makes his way towards the door.

He’s not supposed to be here, not supposed to see how you were doing. But he gave into the growing curiosity that was consuming him and now his fist is mere inches from meeting the wood of your door. Childe hesitates, a sharp pain at his side makes him hiss, but he ignores it in favor of attempting to knock again.

“…Childe?” The voice he would know from anywhere sounds behind him; his name tinged with disbelief. Childe pauses before turning slightly to meet you. A bewildered look passes over your face before it settles into one of caution.

“Hey…” he exhales, brain scrambling frantically to come up with a response. “I was just-”

“What are you doing here?” You interrupt as you approach him slowly, your actions clearly defensive.

Good question. What was he doing here?

“I’m…just leaving,” he offers a faint smile, “I was worried-I didn’t mean-” his words tumble over themselves in their hurry to exit. It makes your eyebrows crease in further confusion. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have come here,” he finally admits quietly in defeat. He makes to walk away when you notice dark crimson staining the gray of his uniform and your eyes widen.

“Wait!” You grab his arm, wrenching him to face you fully, the movement causes him to wince. “You’re bleeding,” Your tone is accusatory as your eyes narrow, trying to figure out how deep the wound is.

“Ah…” Childe coughs, “It’s nothing, I’ll be going now.”

“Like hell you are!” The blatant curse makes Childe stop, a smile appearing unknowingly on his face as he stares at you. You deflate visibly under his gaze as you mutter, “Come inside, you’re hurt.” You note his apprehension. “We can go back to being enemies tomorrow,” You add against your better judgment, but an innate urge to stem the maroon blotch that has been steadily growing overrules all rational thought.

Childe starts to shake his head, “I’ve troubled you enough, I shouldn’t have come.”

What should’ve ended with Childe walking away turns downhill in an instant as Childe stumbles and you catch him reflexively when he pitches forward. “Childe?”

“I’m sorry…I-” It is all Childe gets out before you feel his head land squarely on your shoulders.

“Childe!” You gasp in panic when you feel searing heat throughout his entire body. From the looks of it, he was running a fever. And a high one at that. “What troubles have you gotten into?” The words slip unannounced out of your mouth. You frown at yourself, but even you couldn’t leave him out in the rain. Struggling under his weight, you manage to unlock your door and drag his limp body over to the couch. You waste no time taking off his gray jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to assess his injuries. Scrutinizing eyes rake over countless scars across the expanse of his chest and stomach before they settle on the culprit, and you curse softly to yourself. There is a deep gash on his abdomen, putrid purple smoke oozing slowly from within. It’s undoubtedly the work of a Rifthound. “Why were you in Inazuma?” You scold the silent man, leaning back on your heels to wrack your brain. You had no medicine for treating Rifthound wounds in your house. That much, you knew. There was no other option, you had to get to Bubu Pharmacy for the herbs that could stave off Rifthound poison. Hesitatingly, you glance down at the russet haired man, unconscious on your couch. Bubu Pharmacy, thankfully, wasn’t far from your humble abode. Surely he would be fine for a few minutes? You reason to yourself as you stand up with a sigh. He’s a Harbinger, after all. A voice pipes up, and you’re reminded of a hydro blade aimed at your throat, crackling lightning hurling towards your head.

I wonder where the love goes When pleasure turns to pain When the memories fade away Can you tell me what happens?

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the memory as you start towards the door. A last look at the sleeping soldier before the door closes behind you with a soft snap. What matters now is he’s hurt, and you have to heal him. You tell yourself as you set off in the rain. It’s not the time to dwell in memories.

The trek to Bubu Pharmacy did not take long and soon enough, Herbalist Gui hands you a paper wrapped package with the necessary herbs needed to make a salve for Rifthound poison. Thanking the herbalist, you take care to tuck the herbs on your person as you prepare to set off.

“Hm, so it was Rifthounds,” a deep voice, rich in timber, rumbles above your head and you look up to see Zhongli holding an umbrella out for you. “Allow me to escort you home,” he invites with a wave of his hand.

“Zhongli,” you nod in greeting as you accept his offer. Zhongli follows you, his steps in tandem with yours, both of you navigating through the once bustling streets of Liyue. The rain is coming down harder and no sane Liyuean would be caught out and about.

“The rascal did come to see you,” Zhongli muses, a chuckle emerges. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“You...knew?” You pause to look at the ex-Archon, who simply nods at your question.

“Childe came to see me mere moments before I saw you at Bubu Pharmacy. I had presumed he was going to go find you. I told him to get his wound taken care of first. But it seems that he went against my better judgement.” The former God smiles ruefully. “I am surprised, however, that you came alone. Surely, he would’ve asked to come along.”

Exhaling slowly, you tell the funeral parlor consultant that the Harbinger is currently unconscious. The man nods sagely beside you. The two of you start on the little mountain path that leads out of Liyue. “Why would he come to see me?” The question is asked, more to yourself. You meant it to be rhetorical, but Zhongli answers you anyway.

“Why indeed?” He echoes you, helping you up the stone steps. “You should ask him. Why would he, whilst hurt and injured, rush from Inazuma in search of you? Why would he refuse to get his wounds treated beforehand, only to faint in front of you? You know him well. Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, would never allow anyone to see him in this weak state, and yet-” Zhongli trails off to look at you, his gaze unwavering and knowing. He didn’t need to finish speaking. The implication of his words hangs low in the air, and you swallow hard.

“We’re enemies,” the conviction in your voice is weak. “We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Zhongli’s brow raises, challenging. “I-I just don’t want him to die on my doorstep, that’s it.” You rush before he can speak. You are sure that you are the only one who believes the words, and even then, you’re not quite sure you believe even yourself.

There is a small smile playing at the edge of former Archon’s mouth. “Hm,” he acquiesces gently, stooping low to fit under the wooden beam that hangs in front of your door. “He talks a lot about you,” the sudden admission makes you falter, trembling hand unable to fit the key into the lock. “Well, he wants to talk about you,” Zhongli corrects himself with a soft sigh. “Every time he stops himself. I see it in his eyes. Whenever we would have our chats…he’s bursting to ask me about you.”

You stare down at your shaking hand. “I wasn’t aware the two of you kept contact after…” your voice trails off, an inescapable bitterness seeping into your words.

The God of Geo hums, “I consider Childe a good friend. I treasure our conversations.”

More like his mora, you add, a bit vitriolic, in your mind, but you offer Zhongli a blank, polite smile.

The next thing Zhongli says knocks the wind out of you, “The contract I forged was between the Tsarista and I. Not with Childe. The contract made was decided a very long time-”

“Stop,” you cut him off, feeling faint. You’re supposed to be enemies. Childe betrayed you. You got betrayed. He used you to follow the orders of the Tsaritsa, you chant in your head. You’re supposed to be enemies.

You knew you were looking for something, no-someone to blame. And if Childe didn’t betray you… Your teeth ground together.

But he did. He kept secrets from you. He tried to kill you. He betrayed you.

“My apologies,” the former Archon murmurs softly, sensing your inner turmoil. He watches as you compose yourself and finally insert the key into the lock. “It’s just-” Zhongli stops himself. Golden eyes that held centuries worth of wisdom crinkle into a small smile, surveying you. You feel seen. Your eyes skip away from his. “Patch him up nicely, won’t you? I’d miss my conversation companion dearly if he dies.”

“Sure…” your voice is hoarse. “I’ll dump him on your doorstep afterwards.”

Zhongli nods sagely, “Much appreciated. Then I shall take my leave. Have a good night.”

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“That’s why I love you!” An exhilarated laugh bursts from his throat, as he sprawls, breathless on the ground, hydro blades dissipating. You stutter to a halt, staring hard at him. You stand over him, the tip of your sword shakes slightly above his throat before it clatters on the ground next to him. He stills once he realizes what he said, mirth quickly disappearing in a slight panic. The two of you stare at each other in shock and you wait, not letting a single breath out. You expect him to refute, to say it was a joke, to laugh it off, but he does nothing of the sort as light-pink colors his cheeks. You think to yourself, had the situation been different, you would’ve teased him about the way the Harbinger looks. He was supposed to be the vanguard of the Tsaritsa, and yet he lays before you, nervous. Nervous at the thought that you, could reject him. Tartaglia, battle hungry warrior, nervous. Tartaglia, whom you’ve just defeated mere seconds ago. Tartaglia, who looks way too happy for someone who just got bested in battle. Tartaglia, who just confessed he loves you.

“…Childe?” A hoarse echo of his name escapes your lips. You’re supposed to be drinking in your victory over your practice duel, supposed to be pestering him to pay for all your meals in the next week as is customary when one wins a duel against the Harbinger.

“I’m not going to take it back, Comrade,” Azure eyes glance up at yours before quickly darting away, “I…didn’t mean to confess like this,” he laughs nervously, “…But my feelings for you are sincere.”

You throw yourself down with a huff next to him. “So,” you drawl, and he hears the laughter in your voice. You’re beaming at him. “You love me, huh?”

He hums in agreement, still red in the face, “Absolutely, Comrade, you held a sword to my throat. That’s true love in my book.”

You roll over to clamber on top of him. His hands settling to grasp your hips naturally, as if they belonged there. This kind of physical touch was natural between the two of you. “I’ve been told I’m very lovable,” you start conspiratorially.

Childe is looking at you and he’s smiling, “I can see that,” his words are hushed. You lean down closer to him, and you can see the bobble of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

“Childe. Tartaglia,” you begin slowly, “Ajax…” you whisper his real name, and his hands tighten on your hips. “I am going to kiss you now.”

He’s grinning as the two of you get closer. You can hear his heart drumming a frantic beat. It matches yours. “Thank Archons, are you sure I lost our duel?”

Laughter flows unrestrained when your lips meet his.

That had been the first time you swore you saw a light shining within those deadened pupils. The very same eyes that had witnessed countless horrors in the abyss, the very same that had turned a frightened fourteen-year-old boy into a bloodthirsty warrior, adrenaline fueling his veins, the penchant to fight bubbling below the surface. And you’ve only witnessed that look when he’s looking at you.

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Idly, you wonder to yourself, if that moment was fake. After all, good actors never break character. You can’t help your thoughts, but you grit your teeth as you wring out another cool rag, moving to switch the one on his forehead. You lift the bundle of bandages and herbs as you check his wound, making a soft pleased sound when you no longer can see the purple smoke steaming. Sitting back on your heels with a sigh, as you let your eyes roam over his sleeping figure. Childe sleeps, unaware of his audience. His eyelashes flutter softly with each breath, and you allow yourself to admire each little freckle that dots his face and chest.

Maybe I'm the one that we should blame For never thinking we'd end up this way I don't need answers I need you to stay

“What am I doing?” The question is hushed, depraved. You sigh softly and you move to stand up when a warm hand wraps loosely around your wrist.

“Stay…” Childe whispers hoarsely, eyes still closed. “Don’t go…”

It’s the fever talking, you try to reason with yourself. He’s delirious.

The next word is what makes you utter defeat.

“…Please…”

Your resolve crumbles like the sandcastles you and Childe built so long ago, washing away from the waves as you settle back down on the floor, gazing up at the sleeping figure. Childe’s fingers trail down your hand and grasps yours, interjecting his fingers between the slots of yours.

It’s muscle memory, you try to ignore the sudden spike of your beating heart. But you were fighting a losing battle, and you knew it.

“…Stay…” he mumbles, turning ever so slightly towards you. You resign yourself to your fate, resting your cheek against the sofa, intent to study his features. It’s times like this that you are reminded of the way you would admire his sleeping face on the rare occasions in which you awoke first. Childe would always wake before you, so the moments where you can look down on his sleeping face were fleeting at best.

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“Enjoying the view?” Childe murmurs sleepily and you startle, hastily lifting your finger where it had been tracing indecipherable shapes on his cheek.

You’re about to refute when he yawns and opens his eyes fully to meet yours, cupping his hand against your runaway hand, trapping it close to his cheek. “Hi,” he smiles, eyes crinkling softly at the corners as he nuzzles into your palm. Like a cat, you think, allowing him to do so. Childe turns his head and presses a kiss to the ring glinting on your pinky. It sends a tingle through your body, warm and pleasant. An indescribable feeling wells up inside you, but you don’t mind it.

I love you, you want to say.

“Hi,” you reply instead, “Sleep well?” You think he already knows the words you wanted to say. How could he not, with the way he looks upon you, like you’re the sun and the stars and the only light in his life? Surely he knows. He must.

Childe nods, sleep still etched in the lines of his face. “Were you writing something?” He’s smiling roguishly, the sight never fails to make your heart race and you crack a small grin.

“Yeah,” you admit, cheeks coloring gently, admitting defeat. Your lips curl in amusement.

The russet-haired male raises an eyebrow, silently questioning as he continues to gaze at you, the fondness in his eyes is innumerable.

You gently remove your hand from his grasp and place it back onto his cheek. “M-I-N-E,” you spell out, mapping out the curves of each letter on his cheek. “Mine,” you breathe out with finality, settling back on your heels as you await his judgement.

A grin unfurls and you think to yourself that there is finally a light that shines within those azure pupils. It’s a sight you knew you’d treasure forever. He reaches up for you then and you meet him halfway. “Yours,” he murmurs a promise, so sure you had no choice but to believe in it. “I’m yours,” he says again when his lips finally meet yours.

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Please don't let this love die young If I'm gonna lose someone Don't let it be you

You blink. Instead of the morning light throwing sunbeams across Childe’s face, you’re met with the dark shadows of candlelight. You cast another glance at your unconscious patient and can’t help but think of those times when the two of you whispered honeyed promises to each other. Unconsciously, your gaze flits to his gloved hand and your throat tightens. There is a silver band on his pinky finger. Why does he still wear it? You ask yourself. Wasn’t our relationship a front for him to carry out the Tsaritsa’s plans? Your gaze wanders to your own hand where his fingers are still wrapped tightly. The line on your finger is still there, shades lighter than the rest of your skin, where it was once covered by a similar band to Childe. What does it mean? You want someone to answer these burning questions, but internally, you think you should already know the answers.

Maybe…Maybe… Poisonous thoughts whispers traitorously along your spine, breathing out small flickers of hope.

You had promised him that the next time the two of you met, you would meet each other as foes rather than lovers.

Enemies don’t let each other sleep on their couches, a voice chimes in your head, they certainly don’t patch up huge wounds on each other and save them from potential death.

“Shut up,” you exhale a sigh. Setting your head against the rough fabric of the couch, swirling thoughts of old makes your head spin. You watch Childe’s chest rise and fall steadily. It hits you when you realize how vulnerable a position he is in. You could strike him dead. You were supposed to be enemies. And yet, here you sit, letting your hand be held by the one who you’re supposed to cross blades with.

“Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, would never allow anyone to see him in this weak state…” the ghost of Zhongli’s previous words dances down your spine. Your mouth sets in a thin line. Your thoughts betray you yet again, forcing you to reminisce of the memories that plagued you ever since you split. Ever since, Childe stood forlorn in front of you as you hurled a silver ring at him.

What if he keeps the promise? A tiny voice speaks up, a tiny light of hope. Why else would he still wear the ring?

Your memories pull up a russet-haired little boy, a striking resemblance to his big brother, smiling at you as he divulged with you a sacred chant, a Snezhnayan nursery rhyme, a pinky promise.

“My big brother is the best! He always keeps his promises!” He beams at you, the smile on his face stretches from ear to ear. “He always brings me the best toys!”

And you think of the promise uttered under the moonlight, with the stars as the witness.

“I promise, I promise I’ll take you to Snezhnaya, to meet my family.”

Those words murmured so fervently against the silver of the rings marked a vow. It went beyond the simple notion of visiting the frost fallen country. It was a promise that the both of you understood to be something that was supposed to last. In any other cultures, it would have acted as an engagement.

A tear traces its way down your cheek. The sting of the betrayal is still as fresh as ever even after all this time. But those feelings that you buried so deep within erupt, sparking tiny bursts of fires. They alight together, bringing with them the warm sensation of all the memories you had spent with him. Careless, carefree, no Gnosis, just a couple in love. Love. You were lovers. A quiet sob breaks from your throat. As hard as you had tried, you were still, undeniably in love with this man who had held a blade to your throat. You knew within your heart, the man who tried to drown Liyue took no pleasure in the act. It was a means to enact the Tsarista’s plans. Though he yearns for battle, there were sides you had been privy to witness that no one has ever seen. The doting big brother who would rather put himself in danger to protect an innocent child’s dream. The filial son who brought his family a good life. The gentle mischievous lover who alighted your veins and molded himself to your core. And you knew no one would ever set your heart aflame as he had.

Exhaustion catches up to you, the lateness of the night determined by the tiny stub of candle still burning fiercely away. You feel the tendrils of sleep prick at your eyes, and you unwillingly succumb, memories of him accompanying you to dreamland.

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In my dreams we're growing older But I wake up to the truth That I'm scared we're gonna lose Tell me it won't happen

Childe wakes with a start, looking around wildly before his senses alert him he was not in danger. The pink glow from the window tells him that dawn is approaching. Gingerly, he sits up with a groan, wincing at the flash of pain from the movement. He quickly notes the neatly wrapped bandages on his chest. Childe raises a hand to his temples but is stopped by a sudden weight and he peers over to see you kneeling on the floor, head leaning against the sofa, your hand still in his grasp.

The Harbinger blinks slowly as he tries to make sense of the events. The last thing he remembers is the rain and the complicated expression on your face as you gaze up at him. Childe swallows and deduces that he must’ve passed out after that. Dammit, he curses internally. He wasn’t supposed to come see you and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be lying on your couch. Using his free hand, he examines the bandages. It was undoubtedly your work. No one else would be bothered to wrap wounds with such patience and precision after all. Why did you take him in and patch him up, instead of leaving him at your doorstep? He wonders. The answer to that was obvious. It’s your very nature that you try to help everyone you come across, friend or foe be damned. Childe swallows hard and glances at you again. Did you over exhaust yourself taking care of him? The floor couldn’t be comfortable, he thinks to himself as he swings his legs over the edge of the couch. He carefully untangles his hand from yours and he stands shakily, breaths coming out slightly labored, but he ignores that in favor of reaching for you. Bile rises in his throat when he notices dried tear tracks down your cheeks and his chest twists unpleasantly. Did he cause that?

What was the reason for your tears? He couldn’t help but wonder.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers an apology as he hoists you up. You don’t stir and he places you gently on the couch. A hand hovers above your cheek hesitatingly, but Childe retracts his fingers with a sigh. He had no right to do that anymore. He is no longer the man who can wipe away your tears for you, especially when he is the cause of them.

A quiet sigh escapes your mouth as you slumber, your brows scrunch up, as if experiencing something unpleasant. Before he even realizes it, his hand is cupping your cheek tenderly. Even in your unconscious, you seek his warmth, nuzzling into his palm.

“Starlight…” your past endearment slips out, unbidden. “Do you invite all your enemies into your house like this?” There’s no ounce of derision, only a fond helplessness heavy in Childe’s voice. His thumb trace gently on your cheek. “You were so determined in calling me your foe and yet you drag me in and patched me up.”

In the faint light of the morning sun, a man confesses quietly to his sleeping lover.

“You have always been the better half of me…”

Childe sighs. He should go before you wake. He’s overstayed his welcome. After all, what kind of enemies spend the night with each other? Unwillingly, he parts from you and you frown.

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs another apology. It seems that all he ever does is apologize. He hunts around your house quietly for a blanket, draping it over you, before gazing down at you one last time. He commits the image of you slumbering to memory. It should be enough for him. After all, he no longer has the privilege of looking at you with the gaze of a lover. Childe stands up noiselessly. It’s time for him to leave. He makes his way to the door, before stopping slightly and pulls a letter from his pocket. The man leaves it on the table and places a silver ring on top. With one last glance at you, he exits, taking great care to shut the door as gently as he can. And just like that, the Harbinger vanishes into the soft morning light.

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So before it's really over Can we have a little faith Baby say it ain't too late It's all that I'm asking

Sunlight is hitting your face. You squint, annoyed and confused as to why sunbeams are blinding you. Last you recall, your bedroom did not face the window. So then why? Grumbling, you open your eyes as you stretch. You freeze when your legs fall off the edge of the couch and you realize you are in your living room. There is a blanket wrapped around you.

“What-” You shoot up as the sudden realization hits. Childe came to see you last night. Childe was hurt. Childe was here.

“Childe?” Warily, you look around. There were the medical supplies on the ground next to you, the very ones you had used to nurse Childe’s wounds, but there was no sign of the russet-haired man anywhere. You frown. He had been in bad condition last night, surely he couldn’t have healed that quickly? Your teeth sink into your lips. “Why should I worry about him?” With a sigh, you stand up and start to get ready for your day, trying to put the thoughts of the Harbinger away.

It doesn’t take you long to spot the letter sitting on your table.

To my dearest enemy,

How have your travels been? Have you been enjoying your adventures?

Those are all the words I wanted to say, but no longer hold the privilege of asking, as you are more than happy to call us enemies. It was my fault, I admit. But on the idle days when I am not tracking the whereabouts of my colleagues, I often find myself and my thoughts drifting to you. Please forgive my impertinence, my dear Comrade. Someone like you is rather hard to forget, after all.

I wanted to take this opportunity to formally apologize to you. Whether you’ll hear me out or not, I’ll leave that up to you. Just allowing me the chance to get it off my chest, is one I would be forever indebted to.

It’s true I was after Rex Lapis’ Gnosis. It’s true I betrayed your trust. But this is where all the truths end. My mission was to obtain the Gnosis. But as you know, both you and I were unaware of the plot behind the scenes, in which Rex Lapis already promised his Gnosis to the Tsarista via a contract. But my mission was to obtain the Gnosis. Whatever happened along the way was not dictated by Her Royal Highness, the Tsarista. And yes, that includes, naturally, us. You were someone I greatly enjoyed sparring with. I spoke the truth when I told Teucer that if I would travel the world with you if I could leave my job behind. Had I not blurted my confession that fateful day when you beat me…perhaps I would still be holding onto these sacred feelings to myself.

I’ll tell you, dearest Comrade, you were never my mission. You could never be my mission. You are the brightest star in the sky, the one I trust the most, the better half of me. My missive was never you, but I am forever grateful to have met you, to have crossed blades with you. I am forever honored to have loved you.

My dearest Starlight, if you’re still reading this letter (and I thank you), everything that I have felt for you, every one of my actions towards you, were genuinely me. You asked who was the person who stood in front of you. I will answer you now. I am just Ajax, a simple man who dreams of being an adventurer and had the greatest honor of being able to love you. I made you a promise. I have always kept my promises. I’d hate the first one I’d break be to you. The ring is yours. I am returning it to its rightful owner. Allow me to fulfill my promises to you. When the world falls at my feet, there is no one else I want by my side than you.

If you still wish to view us as enemies, then I thank you for the time we spent. They truly were the greatest moments of my life. But…if you choose to believe me, I’ll be waiting for you. You know where I’ll be.

I always keep my promises, Starlight. Pinky promise.

I love you.

Yours,

Ajax

You swallow hard, tears threatening to spill over as you clutch Childe’s letter. The contents repeat themselves in your head. You were never my mission. You are the brightest star. I always keep my promises. I love you.

The Cryo Archon had already obtained the Gnosis. There was no reason for Childe to lie to you. Your relationship was not his mission. His feelings were not an act.

You could never be my mission.

My missive was never you.

And deep in your heart, you knew his words to be true. Maybe you’ve always known. But that sliver of doubt had kept you wary, made you cautious.

You were never my mission.

Slowly and surely, you grasp the silver ring and carefully, you slip it onto your pinky finger, where it sits, still the perfect size. You walk numbly to your door, open it slowly, and you step outside.

I’ll be waiting. You know where to find me.

I love you

Please don't let this love die young If I'm gonna love someone Then let it be you

FIN.

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

HELLOO i LOVE ur fics ong😭 I was wondering if u could do a Scaramouche/ChildeXReader smut or links 👉👈

AHHH HELLOOO!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH HEHE.

i did a little bit of both for SCARA… I hope you enjoy 🤭🤭

[crystalflygeo]

Following the other anon post, I am utterly simping hard. You awoke my restrained love for Zhongli dragon and am now hunting down all the Zhongli dragon fic especially with dragon reader too

OOOHHHHH?? HELLO HELLO?? YOU'RE WELCOME :)))

May I suggest my sort-of inspirations for this?

Hiding in the Blue Shed Skin (also ZhonglixChilde and ChildexReader basically they poly and it's the best thing ever <3)

[author-of-love]

Family life

Having a family with Childe is like having your favourite food everyday that you come home, the baby sorted.

"Dada, say dada princess" Childe is laying on stomach as he plays blocks with his daughter "Mila come on dada, dada" he coos, she just giggles at him as she puts a block down, I smile as I sit on the couch watching the interaction "say mama Mila mama!" I say , Mila turns her head to look at me before crawling over to me and using the vouch to help her stand "mama" I coo at her as I pick her up and sit her on my lap, Childe comes up as he rests his arms on my knees as he pokes her nose "dada say dada" he coos.

Then our dog named Amber comes and sits next to childe "woof!" Our eyes widen when Mila begins to bark Childe laughs "her first words were woof! Haha!" Amber tilts her head as she books the baby's cheek with her nose.

"Woof woof!" Mila shouts as she giggles.

Masterlist

[windblume]

my beloved mutual childexreader

[laurixs]

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

❗️: warnings: NSFW, reader has placed cameras on childe, horny childe, childe masturbating, the two are enemies, childe doesn’t know he’s being watched while masturbating idk, afab reader

(a/n : might do a part 2??? and this is rlly short sorry omg)

❕: masterlist

You had to analize the enemy before encountering him. So you’ve placed telecameras in his house, everywhere. You hoped to find something to make him look bad in the court, to stab every crime he has ever done and then put that mother fucker in jail, to then kill him after he’d be freed. But things didn’t go like you actually wanted…

He was literally jerking off? In front of the camera? You wanted to just turn off the computer and continue with your papers.

When he first entered the room he started to place documents on the couch, he started reading them and you couldn’t the camera was right in front of him in one of the cushions. Another one was behind him, but his broad shoulders hid the papers. He then placed the papers on the glass table in front of him and got him a glass of whiskey. He groaned, he was angry.

You would have given anything to find out about what he was angry. Kaeya says this is one of your negative traits, you take your enemies too seriously. You continued to read some papers that talked about his life, his family but then you heard some whimpers. You looked back at the camera and you couldn’t believe your eyes… Was this real? He was literally jerking off in his living room? When you installed those cameras you never thought about this…

You had to admit it was kinda turning you on too, the was his adam’s apple moved, the was his head fell back, the way he was stroking his dick, that was… well… thick and very long. When you had to analyze your enemies you didn’t think of this. You felt yourself get hot and wet from all this tension. Your pussy was asking for more, you were aching. This isn’t just porn, this is your enemy, jerking off. You should hate him? But why do you want to feel his dick deep inside you?

Oh and his moans… they were so beautiful. You wish you could hear those moans on live. What was happening with you? You groaned turning off the computer.

It was so hard to not think about him now, when he was just your enemy it was normal? But now you’re starting to realize how hot he is…

[scart-t]

Childe - forbidden love

modern

(Happy ending)

Whispers of Elegance: A Forbidden Love

Y/n, the child of a dedicated and respected butler, carefully tends to the needs of the opulent mansion. They gracefully move through the grand halls, polishing furniture and arranging exquisite flower arrangements. The air is filled with the fragrance of luxury, a stark contrast to Y/n's humble background.

Childe, the charming and charismatic son of a billionaire, enters the mansion, drawn to the quiet elegance of Y/n's presence. He observes Y/n's diligent work with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Childe: (in awe) Your attention to detail is impeccable, Y/n. You bring an extraordinary grace to this place.

Y/n: (modestly) Thank you, Mr. Childe. It's an honor to serve in such a magnificent residence.

Childe: (approaching Y/n) Please, call me Childe. We may come from different worlds, but your humility and dedication are truly remarkable.

As days pass, Childe finds himself seeking excuses to be near Y/n, yearning to know more about the person behind the butler's child. Y/n, too, feels a growing connection with Childe, captivated by his genuine curiosity and the kindness he extends.

Childe: (leaning against a window, watching Y/n work) Y/n, have you ever wished for something beyond the life you were born into?

Y/n: (pausing, contemplating) I've always admired the art and beauty that surrounds the privileged, but I never thought such a world could be within my reach.

Childe: (softly) Fate has a way of intertwining lives, Y/n. Perhaps, together, we can create a new chapter, where love transcends social boundaries.

As their connection deepens, Y/n and Childe find solace in stolen moments, yearning for more despite the knowledge that their love is forbidden. They meet in secret, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world.

Y/n: (whispering, their voice filled with longing) Childe, we cannot deny the intensity of our feelings, but the divide between our worlds feels insurmountable.

Childe: (taking Y/n's hand, their fingers intertwining) Love knows no boundaries, Y/n. I refuse to let societal expectations dictate the course of our hearts.

Y/n: (looking into Childe's eyes, tears welling up) I fear the consequences, the judgement we will face. But when I'm with you, Childe, none of that matters.

A critical moment arrives when Y/n's father, the butler, discovers their clandestine relationship. The mansion's opulence is replaced by an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty.

Butler: (sternly) Y/n, I cannot condone this relationship. The divide between our worlds is too vast, and the repercussions could be dire.

Y/n: (resolute) Father, I understand your concerns, but my heart belongs to Childe. Our love cannot be silenced by societal expectations.

Childe: (stepping forward) Sir, I assure you, my feelings for Y/n are genuine. I am willing to defy conventions and stand by their side, no matter the cost.

In the face of resistance, Y/n and Childe make a brave choice. They refuse to let their love be stifled, embracing a future that defies societal expectations.

Supported by their unwavering commitment to each other, Y/n and Childe navigate the challenges that arise, proving that love can bridge any divide. Together, they build a world where social status holds no power over the purity and strength of their

connection.

Their story serves as a testament to the transformative power of love, a reminder that true happiness can be found when two hearts choose to follow their own path, even in the face of forbidden love.

[point-8]

GOOD MORNING! FEAT: CHILDE, AYATO, AND DILUC

CHILDE

he sleeps in whale pajamas he's had snice he was 8 years old.

they don't fit him anymore, so he just wears the top to sleep

snores loud af

(please stfu)

plays some stupid ass noise to help him sleep

he can't wake up fast enough to make it to morning meetings

so you usually make breakfast most days

when (if) he does wake up, he'll just stand there. watching you. with his beady little blue eyes "childe, please let go..." you needed to get to a very important meeting in the morning, and your boyfriend just wouldn't let go. and you were running short on time "childe i need to go to a meeting." since you weren't even close to his strength, he had you traped until he wanted you to leave the covers. "just...just 5 more minutes darling." he was drooling on your arm, his leg lazily tossed over yours, forever trapping you. "no, childe. let me go." you started playfully thrashing around to get an attempt to scurry out of bed and run away before he could drag you back in. and the most chide did was let out a groan. and it didn't help that you were getting pretty close to falling back asleep, probably as childe planned. "just.. just 5 more minutes ok y/n? then we can go and-" you took him relaxing to toss yourself out of bed, on the floor, with a thud. "PFFT-" childe stifled laughter, well looks who was finally awake. "FUCK-" you rolled onto your back, groaning in pain "can you wake up now childe?" you slowly made your way back on your feet. "no, well-" his grabby little hands reached out to grab you "no, i can't wake up." and now back to square one, stuck in his arms. "childe-" "shhh shhhh~ shhhh~~~~ go to bed" he was cradling you like a baby, stroking your hair and whispering in your ear. (creepy much?) "ok...just 5 more minutes ok childe?" yeaaa... 5 minutes my ass. it was an hour until childe's alarm finally got him up. and while it was good that you were his secretary because you knew you couldn't get fired. but that meeting had a lot of information that was vital for the fatui's success. well! "y.n~~" he placed soft kisses on your face "good morning~!" "childe... what time is it." you knew you'd overslept, you felt like it was a weekend. "childe." "it's 8.00 AM..." "AJAX!" you flew out of bed, listening to childe's laughs and giggles "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, YOU FIX YOUR OWN BREAKFAST." going to your closet throwing basically everything out, and put on the collared shirt and pants, then grabbing the tie from the rack. throwing off your pajamas right into cihlde's face so you could avoid being even later with his remarks. then throwing on your dress shirt and jumping into your pants. "need help with your tie?" he was now sitting up in bed, signaling you to come over. "pull me into bed one more time ajax, and i will burn all of your files." "wouldn't dare." he hummed tieing your tie while having a happy grin on his face. then he pulled you by the newly tied tie and placed a kiss on your cheek. "i love you y.n." "yea yea!" you pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom to fix your hair. hearing childes whines in the background. luckily he was all ready to go to work by the time you got out of the bathroom, looking composed, ready, and professional. but childe...well "you're going to work with bed head?" you motioned to his head. flaming ginger locks flying everywhere "i understand why scaramouche makes fun of you. i would too." "yea but you still love me sooo~" slipping on your shoes, you opened the door for childe to leave... with his hair everywhere. lovely. at least you made it to work at all. waking up in the same bed as childe was war to get up.

AYATO

he wakes up first

it's creepy

and then he'll force you to get up with him, causing some minor fights in the mornings

he'd kill you if you made him miss a meeting

god forbid you to muddy his reputation

but you guys always have breakfast together, you might still be mad from him interrupting your slumber, but you'll get over it (hopefully) "y.n, we have a meeting at 9 sharp." ayato tried to wake you up, but you've been refusing for the past 30 minutes, refusing to get up or letting him go for that matter. you had him trapped in your arms, yes he could break through your arms but he needed to make sure you could get up and stay awake, key word, stay. so the best way to ensure that was to make you wake up with him. "ayato can't we just skip this meeting?" you tossed and turned, digging yourself more into the covers, letting go of ayato "here you go and then you can tell me *yawn* all about it?" "no y.n, get up." ayato made his way out of bed and tore off the covers, leaving you to toss and turn and then groan "this meeting is very important, i trust you'll be able to get up now." he tossed the heap of covers to the corner of your shared bedroom "mhmm." you turned one more time, then sat up showing ayato that you were, in fact, awake, hair a mess. then once you heard the door shut, you flopped back down and went back to sleep, slightly colder. there was no way he could be that mad at you. he was your husband after all! no, he was pissed, very, very pissed "Y.N KAMISATO." you heard the door opening, you had just now gotten up and your husband was booming into your guys' room like a race car. your head crooked like a deer in headlights. "..yes?" yea, he was pissed "how many times did i ask you to get up?" but got he was so hot being pissed "a few? but ayato i said you could just tell me what happens-" "yes, but that's not the same as being there y.n. you do realize that, right? and imagine the embarrassment of telling everyone you couldn't make it, to a 9 o'clock meeting since you slept in?" yea no he was hot mad, definitely "i'll do all my paperwork and turn it in! i'll review the finances! i'll do everything to make it better, okay?" "those are things you've agreed to since I married you." ayato deadpanned at you. usually, agreeing to do your work would make him happier, but he wasn't having any of it. "then... ill get up with you can clean with thoma!!" YES! this was the best idea- "no, we've hired thoma and maids for that very job y.n. just come to breakfast ok?" well, you were right. he wasn't that mad at you after all. and with a kiss on your cheek, you were brought out to enjoy breakfast with the hot and sticky inazuma air, something you also hated.

DILUC

very strict about when he wakes up and goes to sleep 100%

and that also applies to you

he's the kind of guy to like open the blinds first thing in the morning

but on weekends he will just sleep in with you in his arms

so when you won't get up in the mornings, issues... arise "Y.N" diluc busted through the door of the shared bedroom "Y.N L.N." you slowly woke up, but diluc was at your side, shaking you awake. "huh- what? what? are you ok?" you thought someone hurt him, or something had happened in mondstat. but no, you had just woken up late for an important meeting with one of the economical groups in mondstat. "Y.N THE- THE COMPANY GOING TO MEET WITH ANGELS SHARE, GET DRESSED!" he threw clothes at you as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. "diluc..that's your company. that's all your issue" you dug yourself deep in the sheets and tried to fall asleep again "y.n if you don't get out of that bed im going to toss all the sheets off and force you to get up and get ready." "do it, i dare you." that was his final straw, he loved you very much. but that love came to a point. and he really did it, he ripped off the sheets and you curled your body up more. "FUCK!" you flew out strings of curses and groaning. "y.n, get up." he was planning something in his head, something very mean and cruel. he grabbed your ankle and unfolded your fetal position, you kicked and whined. you were already awake, but getting ready was just too much. "diluccc can you put my socks on?" you were just spread out on the bed without sheets, holding up a foot and moving it left to right. "y.n..." he went to the closet and grabbed a pair of socks and put them on you as you smiled at your husband. god, he was so cute. "how about you hand me my fancy clothes you tossed off with the sheets?" you stilled lied there, knowing he would do anything for you guys to be on time "fine y.n." he reached down with a groan and threw your clothes on you for a second time that morning "now get changed." you walked out of the bedroom room, throwing your hands up and twirling, showing off the outfit. "see diluc, i can get ready in time for your meetings!" you smiled at his deadpanned face "fine, i'm sorry for making your morning difficult. i didn't mean to and i won't do it again.." he got out from the chair, placing the newspaper down and engulfed you into a large hug. "i love you y.n." "i love you too diluc." he kissed your forehead as your guys headed out, the maids fangirling over your relationship. diluc could be cute sometimes.

[insomniackae]

- When I was your man -

(Neglected F!Reader x Albedo)

Summary: You're married to Albedo, at least thats what people think. He was almost never there for you. You're just his sick sister's caregiver to him. Maybe it's time for you to go.

Warnings: Klee is sick, ooc, terrible, angst, im frustated with this one, Albedo is kinda mean but not that mean, word crime,theres barely any pronouns referring to reader, GAWD IM SO TIRED, might do a part 2 idk, THERES ALOT THAT IS WRONG BUT IDC

It's a marriage of convenience, with you helping Albedo while also getting benefits such as protection. Albedo, your husband, married you for the sake of his sister who got an incurable disease. He needed someone to take care of her since he is too busy for that. Luckily, there's you.

It's a marriage out of love, well at least for him. For you, this marriage is a golden opportunity to become closer to Albedo. An opportunity to steal his heart. Even though your true intentions are different, you still took care and love Klee. She is like a daughter to you.

You both lives in a small house prepared by Albedo in Mondstat since Klee can't handle cold temperature with such conditions. Because of his works and projects, he was rarely there. You can't blame him since he is the Chief Alchemist after all.

At first you don't really mind the lack of presence of your husband as you're well aware of how busy he is but as the days pass, you started to be self conscious, aware of the loneliness that even Klee can't cure.

He doesn't even touch you, not even once. Isn't that supposed to be the responsibility of an husband? You can only see his beautiful grayish-blonde hair when he comes to visit his sister.

You knew it's a pure loveless marriage, yet you can't help to wish.

Oh how you wish you can be closer to him, be more intimate and spend more time together. Oh how you wish to be by his side when he is drowning in work, giving him words of encouragement. Oh how you wish you can help him relief his stress, just like how any other husband and wife would.

"Sister! Do you miss Mister Albedo?"

The cute voice of Klee snaps you out of your nonsensical dilemma, you cocked your head to your left to see a cute blonde girl in red, which despite of her poor condition, are still very bright and happy.

Do you miss him? It's been a while since you last saw him. Maybe you did.

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"Of course I do, my dear. I miss him very-very much"

"Awh! Don't be sad sister. Here, you can help make this cute exploding dessert!" Klee offer. She knows that you're feeling sad so she wants to help you forget about it. There's nothing that a dessert can't fix right?

Well, she is right. You had lots of fun baking with Klee. It was lovely- But at the same time chaotic. You both made a bombed shaped dessert that sparks in your mouth- made with a special ingredient. It was delicious so you decided to go to Dragonspine to let Albedo try. I mean, his sister baked that! He should at least try a bite. You're aware that Albedo doesn't need to eat, but it doesn't hurt to try.

After alot of struggling and hardship of going to the harsh snow, you finally arrived at his lab.

There you saw him, Albedo, your husband is there with Sucrose experimenting together sitting oh so close to each other. As his wife, there's a spark of jealousy and insecurity in your heart, burning it to ashes.

"He probably think of her as a friend."

"Of course he needs to be with her, their co worker"

"Experimenting is very dangerous, he will need her by his side at all time"

"He's doing this for the sake of his career"

You tried and tried to calm yourself, denying all your intrusive thoughts. But, you're still just a human.

"Maybe he deserves someone who's better, who understand him"

And with that, you put the desserts on a table near you quietly, trying not to get caught and left. As quiet as how you first came.

You goes down the mountain in tears flooding you cheeks, almost frozen.

I guess you just lucky being married to him huh?

You wanted his attention but he doesn't want to give you want. Deserved.

Well, fast forwards to 3 months later, you finally started to accepted the fact that Albedo will never love you and that made your mood gloomy. Lucky that there's Klee.

She begged you to go for a walk around Mondstat with her. Despite her sick body, Klee is still the same Klee. Who could say no to a cute blooming smile like that?

Klee's sound of laughter and cheery smile lights up the day, washing away your pain bit by bit. But as always, the joy doesn't last long.

"RUN KLEE! LET ME HANDLE THIS!"

You shouted with all your might as a group hilichurls approaches you. You can't risk Klee using her vision because of her currently weak physique due to her illness. Her body won't be able to handle it. So you take matter into your own hand.

Klee ran, as fast as she can to seek for help despite tears flooding hard down her cheeks. "Trust your big sister."

You launch yourself at the group and try your best to slow them down. The quantity was unnatural, it was suspicious. You brushed your thoughts away and focus on slowing them down despite being weak.

Right. You're weak. You don't have any vision nor any sense of combat to fight those monster. What were you thinking?! You must be stupid. But you rather be stupid and die, than having them hurts your little sister. You are her big sister, her mother, her bestfriend, her guardian. And she is your everything.

This is your time. To protect Klee. To complete Albedo's task. To free yourself.

" Maybe it was not the time for us."

By the time the knights arrive, it was already too late. You were nowhere to be seen. There was only your bloodied shirt with a ring covered in blood, sparkling under the sun of Teyvat even with it's terrible state.

It's your wedding ring.

Klee was crying hysterically and the knights tried their best to calm her down. Like it or not, she had to accept it. You're gone.

Albedo's was notified of this later on, but he has no emotion. Monotone. Heartless.

" I suppose it's time to find Klee a new caregiver."

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#angst #albedoxreader #genshin #genshinimagines # genshinimpact #genshinselfinsert #kae.fic

You open your eyes, droopy and sleepy after what it felt like days of laying down. You found yourself laying on a soft bed. You groaned a bit, putting you arms on your forehead as you turn your head to the left.

(JK SORRY)

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There's a tall ginger figure sitting near the window, looking out to admire the view of a foreign place. You sit yourself up and then it hits you, you're in a foreign place, in a foreign man's house, almost half naked.

"AHHH!" Sharp scream shoots out from your mouth. Shocking the unknown man as he quickly approach you. You pull the sheets that were covering you up to your chest.

'Wait, this isn't covering enough.' You then decided to move as lightning, wrapping the sheets around your body like burrito to fully cover you except for your face. "Who are you and why am I naked?!"

A loud annoying laugh bursts from the man, it went on for long to the point that the ginger had to cover his beautiful&hard abs stomach and tears starts to prick out of the corner his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?! What's so funny huh?!" Your face turns red from anger and embarrassment. You can just imagine fumes coming out of your ears like it's always described in books you read before.

You took a peek from under the cover and just stared at the glass. The ginger just sigh with your behaviour. "You do you, girlie. Don't search for me when you want something."

"Hahah- Calm down stranger! I saved you from dying in a river you know! You were so injured you might've died if I didn't saw you earlier! You should've thank me. Plus, you're not naked. They're still bandages on your body, unless you want me to remove th-"

"STOP" You yelled, face covered in the red of embarrassment. You hide your face in the sheets, in an attempt to save yourself. He just chuckles, walking away from the bed to grab something and putting it on a small table near the bed. "Here, drink this. You must be thirsty."

You reach out for the glass and drink the cold refreshing water slowly considering he saved you. "So, may I know your name sir?"

He looked as if he was expecting the question. I mean what's more important than knowing you saviour's name?

"Ah! Glad you asked. I'm Childe, also go by Tartaglia. It's yours to decide which is what you desires to call me. Pleasure to meet you." His self introducing is quite flowery, I guess.

"I'll just call you Childe" Since he acts like a child *eyes roll emoji*

"Alright! Childe it is. And may I have the honour of knowing your name?" He requested with a cheeky smile decorating his face. Right, talking about his face, you must admit he is quite handsome. His beautiful blue eyes, locking eyes to eyes with you. His masculine and exquisite face shape makes his handsomeness pops out. His smile is cheeky and annoying, yet charming. Oh, his physique is good too.

"Ehem- Stranger? Are you done staring now? Are you a pervert?" His words snapped you back to earth. Realizing that you, a stranger to him, are fucking staring and scanning his whole body is so unacceptable. You're embarrassing yourself a lot today.

"Oh! R-right! My name is [name]. Sorry for my rude behaviour."

"Haha! Don't be, [ name ]! I can't blame you for being attracted to my charming self." You' re too annoyed to tolerate him. Not today. "Where is this? What happened? Why did you save me?"

Questions upon questions fired from your mouth.

"Woah there stranger! Calm down now, would you? Well first of all, we're in Liyue. Second of all, I don't know how you were injured and ended up floating on the river. And to answer your last question, I rescued you simply because I thought you look pretty. I wouldn't have the heart to leave such a pretty lady all injured." He answer, with a quite honest expression. You believed him as he is you saviour, but that last answer really is unnecessary.

"I don't remember how I got injured. I only remembered running somewhere and falling into a river. Maybe I was being chased. I felt a really sharp pain in my abdomen and after that the world turns dark and I somehow ended up here." You explained to him.

"Huh, you must've lost your memories. But now worries [name]! I'll take care of you until you fully recover. It's dangerous to let you go unauthorized in your current state." He offers, looking happy to help. You were reluctant at first, but considering he was kind enough to help you, you decided to stay with him. After all, if he ever dare to do something bad or inappropriate, you'll just kick him in the crotch. No biggie.

"Why are you so nice to me, Childe?"

" I already told you so, you're pretty. I wouldn't let such a pretty woman miserable. I'm a gentleman" You just smile at his words. Hoping that you will recover soon so you can pay this ginger back.

"Eh, btw Childe, where's my clothes? I don't want to stay here only covered by bandages." You want to get your clothes back as quickly as possible. Being naked here with him feels dangerous. For you, atleast.

"Oh about that, I found you topless at the river. I didn't look of course. As I say, I'm a gentlemen. But I did took a peek and whew, you're quite sexy in my eyes." He blurted out in honesty. Too honest. His comment made you flustered as fuck and immediately hide yourself under the cover again.

"CHILDE! THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF GENTLEMAN!!!"

Childe's laugh decorates the atmosphere. In Childe's heart, he wonder who are you to be able to make him genuinely happy. And on that first encounter between [name] and Childe, he finally feels real joy after a long long time of being lost in emptiness.

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HE IS NOT A PERVERT I SWEAR HE WAS JUST TEASINGGG

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Sorry for not posting!! I was fairly busy these days. Im sorry if the fic wasnt your cup of tea since i am quite new in the art of writing. Im doing a part 2 for this since I wont leave my readers on a cliffhanger like that. Please look forward for it! Also, reblogs likes and critism are very much welcomed!! Please tell me how I did this time! Btw, requests are appreciated! I will do my best to fulfill you requests :D

[dogloveri23]

3 months

pairing: Zhongli x reader x Childe (mostly Childe)

Warning: Zhongli rejected, breaking in, heartbreak, angst

A/n: It took me so long to write the part 2 for Not With You. All those who wanted you it, here it is, I appreciate you waiting!

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Originally written by @dogloveri23

Part 1

It had been three months since you last showed your face to Zhongli and the others at liyue harbour. Zhongli had been wondering where you had been, he tried his best to let you down slowly in a way that would not hurt you too much, but now you hadn't been around him in three months! Three months made him realize something crucial and now, he couldn't even tell you. The Snezhnayan scum, Childe hadn't been around much either. it was odd, you were never gone for too long from what he'd heard. Zhongli had finally decided to ask where you were from Katherine, She would at least know the whereabouts of the now Ar53 adventurer.

"Greetings Katherine, I would like to know the whereabouts of Y/n, they are an adventurer for the adventurers guild", Zhongli said. "Well, according to the logs, they just completed a commission in Liyue not too long ago and should be returning soon for their daily commission reward", Katherine said. "Thank you, I'm surprised they are still in Liyue, I haven't seen them in quite a while!", Zhongli said a bit shocked. "Well, they have been busy, they were in Inazuma not too long ago and are now just returning from Sumeru. They have been really busy recently, speak of the devil the both of them are back", Katherine said confusing Zhongli.

The both of them? Who was she talking about, Zhongli turned around to see you and Childe hand in hand. "When did this happen?", Zhongli asked himself as he watched you both laugh happily as something hung from your waist. It was a vision, when did you get that? It was an electro vision which was rare these days. Zhongli could feel the jealousy bubbling up. he hadn't seen you in a little while and this is the first thing he sees.

When you arrived at the guild, Childe noticed Zhongli while you were focused on your discussion. You looked happy and more confident than when he last saw you. The effect that Childe had on you was proving to be more positive than he thought. "I can't believe how dumb it was, like how do you drop something like that in the sea?" You said to Childe who was a little too slow with his response causing you to look at him. "Is something wrong?", you asked collecting your bonus from Katherine. You look beside you to spot Zhongli. Childe's grip on your arm tightened as he stared down Zhongli while you looked genuinely uninterested in what was going on.

"Oh, hello Zhongli, Childe and I were just leaving", you say as you dragged Childe with you, not ready for the potential conflict that would ensue. Childe had kept a grudge with Zhongli, ever since he saw you cry over him. Zhongli had the one thing he had desired at that time and still managed to mess up. You almost couldn't recover from what had happened. It took some time for Childe to get you to recover much less get you to date him and give him a chance. The last thing Childe wanted was for him to come in and mess up what Childe had with you.

"You can calm down now Childe, we're at the hotel. I don't think Zhongli is going to come in here", You say causing Childe to calm down and engulf you in a hug. It was quiet except for both of you breathing. Childe was soft in the moments, just the both of you, neither was an adventurer or a Harbinger. You were just two people in love with one another. The both of you took in each other's scent, happy that the other person was there.

Childe let go and walked to the couch to sit down. You followed him, both of you continuing to embrace each other in silence. You wished you could be like this forever. A bang on the door split the two of you apart, Childe rushing to take a defensive stance. "Boss! Apologies, but we need you at the bank, something has come up", A voice said from behind the door. "Sorry, my love it seems we have to cut this short. I'll make it up to you later", Childe said before pecking your lips before rushing out.

You sigh as you get up to prepare a meal for you both. You had put a pot on the unlit stove when you felt a presence behind you. You turn around quickly and are met with gold eyes at the corner of the room. You summon your weapon quickly ready to fight if need be.

"You've improved more than I thought", The figure said before leaving the dark corner to reveal Zhongli. "Zhongli, what are you doing here?", You asked lowering your weapon. "I could ask the same for you. Why are you with that Snezhnayan scum? You do not strike me as a gold digger. If you needed money, you could've asked me. I would have figured-" Zhongli said causing you to interrupt him annoyed. "I'm not a gold-digger, I love him and he loves me as well, It's not that deep Zhongli, people who love each other tend to be in romantic relationships," You say.

"Hmm, but why him, surely there are others you could date, more respectable individuals", Zhongli said. "Last I checked, I didn't criticize you when you gave heart eyes to Ningguang did I?", You say causing Zhongli to grow silent. "Stay out of my relationship Zhongli, I gave you a chance to love me and you cast me aside and now I have someone who does", You say. "You were only gone for three months and now you think you love him! It's absurd, I only realized what I felt for you a month ago and now I won't even get a chance!", he yells. "And whose fault is it?!" You asked causing Zhongli to go silent. "Exactly! I love someone else now! He loved me the whole time and now we're together Zhongli! Just let me be happy, please" You say ending in a small whisper letting a few tears slip through.

Zhongli let out a sigh before leaving you alone. The two of you didn't speak much after that day and yet, when you walked around the harbour in Childe's arms, Zhongli felt a pang in his chest. Three months were all it took for him to lose you.