#tartaglia imagines

[huboi]

punishment (pt 1/?)

[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]

╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)

╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery

╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt

╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside

╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me

╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni

the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time

“aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom

you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(

“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.

suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.

“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(

no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)

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[angelltheninth]

Flirty Troublemaker Childe

Pairing: Childe x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, flirting, sight rivals to lovers, opposites attract, prepy!Reader

A/N: No idea where this idea came from, it's midnight, cut me some slack.

Troublemaker!Childe who jumps to hug you every times he sees you. Literally jumps on top of you and gives you a good squeeze. He only does this to you and only because he knows you hate it, it's fun to make you made, you look cute even. Won't stick around for long after that, he has important things to do, he only wanted to say hello.

Troublemaker!Childe starts fights with his fellow Harbingers for the pure fun of it. If there isn't anything to fight about he'll make up a reason to fight, and lose a lot but he always ends up getting back up. His losing streak is amplified when you're watching him, which is why he tries to put on a show for you, because if he's going down he might as well make it memorable.

Troublemaker!Childe who drives you nuts with his constant teasing and pranks. Well not really pranks, more like figuring out ways to get on your nerves in new ways. He will pull you in close, making you think he has a secret to tell you only for him to bite your ear and complimenting on your cute sounds afterwards. Threats of slapping won't work, that sounds like a good time to him.

Troublemaker!Childe gets hurt a lot because of his way too reckless stunts and he never thinks twice about them. It's annoying to go on missions with him because he can be very unpredictable when he gets fired up about a fight. Doesn't get any better when he gets hurt and pretends that it hurts more then it actually does only to get you to dote on him for a few days. All the while he keeps making rather crude remarks of you touching him.

Troublemaker!Childe is late to a lot of meetings, his clothes thrown on in a hurry, hair wet from the bath and a slightly apologetic smile on his face. Because of him the meeting has to be rushed though, not everyone has the time he does to goof around. You always tell him that just because he's not high ranking doesn't mean he gets to do things like this but with him sometimes it's in one ear and out the other if the conversation isn't interesting.

Troublemaker!Childe kisses your hand and whenever that happens you know that he messed something up bad but you're not yet sure what. His charming smile betrays his guilt as well, still you can't say you don't like the hand kisses. They're the most pleasant thing about him. Well, it was the first thing about him that you found charming at least.

Troublemaker!Childe who finds excuses to be next to you, even if he's getting scolded by you for something he knows you aren't all that angry because if you were he wouldn't be near you. He stares at your lips a lot when you're walking side by side, something that you have noticed but chosen to stay silent about for the longest time. It could never work between you right? He drives you insane, you couldn't date him, no way.

Troublemaker!Childe notices that you've been avoiding him lately and he doesn't like that in the slightest. When you don't want to talk to him he makes the choice of sneaking into your room, which he knows you hate him doing that. Usually it would end with a little fight and then he would leave but this time when you saw him you felt a little happy that he would go to this length to see you.

Troublemaker!Childe doesn't argue with you for once. He doesn't think he needs to in order to make you admit what you're feeling for him. But if a little mischief is needed he will provide it. When he gets really close to you he starts listing all the times he's caught you staring at him, being flustered, tripping over your words and hiding it with annoyance. No more of that, he came here to get your attention, and hopefully that kiss that he's been working towards so much.

Troublemaker!Childe is surprised that you're surprised he likes you. Of course he does, no one else is as hardheaded as him, no one else challenges him like you do, tries to talk him out of fights as much. It's nice to have someone who cares for him, he's so used to being a weapon. He can't promise not to annoy you in the future, in fact he might get worse, but he can promise that he will give you a kiss for every misdeed that does. Sounds like a fair trade if you ask him.

[angelblacksmith]

childe ✧ :-゜・．

hard day. a very hard day full of documents related to the new goal of Harbingers. so as soon as he came home, twenty minutes later his head was already between your thighs. he ate out of you like the most delicious piece of cake while you writhed in bliss on the sheets, and your tits bounced from the thrusts of his fingers. the fabric rubbed roughly against the tender skin of the cunt, making you moan long. he sucked your clit, licked all your folds and fucked you with his finger until you became a complete mess. and he definitely won't stop until you cum at least twice.

.・。.・゜✭・

[kxmisato]

boyfriend!childe who always leaves his stuff with you like a blue toothbrush beside your sink to compliment your pink one and his favourite mug (that teucer gifted him for his birthday and says "world's best big brother!”).

boyfriend!childe who teases you just to kiss the pout off of your lips afterwards.

boyfriend!childe who takes care of you, makes you soup, bundles you up in blankets and refuses to let you do anything when you're sick.

boyfriend!childe who is very protective. he never lets you walk on the side closest to the road, holds your hand in crowded areas (this is him being protective but also to show anyone who's interested in you that you're taken), and covers your ears when something is too loud.

boyfriend!childe who calls you "baby" or "my girl".

"good morning, baby." then pecks your temple. "there's my girl." when you crack a smile at his dumb jokes.

boyfriend!childe who sleeps in your lap whenever you're reading a book, on your phone, or watching a movie.

boyfriend!childe who when he kisses you, he takes your breathe away every time.

boyfriend!childe who listens to every word you say, and only looks at you when you're talking to someone else.

childe whose your boyfriend and so irrevocably in love you. you’re his sun, moon, stars, and everything between. there is no one else for him, only you. ♡ *ೃ༄

[bboricha]

insubordinate

"that seems a little… inappropriate, don't you think sir?"

“relax! once in a while can't hurt, it'll be fine.”

✦ +18 ONLY, MDNI🚫

✦ pairing: childe x afab!reader

✦ wc: ~500

✦ cw: nsfw, not proofread, unprotected, dumbification, dom!childe x sub!reader, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia if you squint, lmk if i’ve missed any

you’re currently face down ass up on the couch inside of the 11th harbinger’s office.

with the 11th harbinger’s dick inside your guts.

you can’t recall how this even began–let alone think at all–your brain melting with every hard thrust that childe has to give. his large hand is holding you down by the base of your neck, the other gripping the fat of you ass to get a better view of your dripping hole.

“–hey, hey! aw, can’t hear me anymore?” has… he been talking this entire time? anything he’s said is beyond you, you can’t hear anything or respond. the only thing you know how to say at this point other than moaning is his name.

“haha… god, you really are too far gone, how cute.” he laughs without any pauses to his thrusts. his hand snakes around you neck, pulling you up with your back flush against his chest as he starts placing kisses on your shoulder. he licks a stripe up your neck, biting your earlobe as he mutters something about how he should’ve done this sooner. his other hand finds its way to your already abused clit, rubbing harsh circles as you quickly grab his wrist in a weak attempt to make him stop.

"sir, i-i can’t… take anymore–” you gasp as he bites down on your neck, leaving a mark that’s sure to stay there for at least a day or two. he’s already given you 3 orgasms so far, it’d be hard for you to take on another. how is the stamina of a harbinger seemingly endless? ignoring your words, he continues to thrust into you, relentlessly hitting that one spot that makes you see stars without stopping his abuse on your clit. tears begin to flow out of your eyes, overwhelmed at the situation. your 4th orgasm of the night hits like a truck, your slick splashing all over the couch as you slump against childe’s body. he laughs delightfully, kissing your cheek as he lays you down on the other side of the couch. you blink absentmindedly, your eyelids are heavy but childe puts both your legs on his shoulders. you whine, trying to weakly push him away, but he grabs both your hands and pin them up over your head.

“shh, shh… it’s ok. i’ll be done soon, just a little bit more, ok?” he pushes his cock into you once more, groaning about how tight you still are even after all this. his pace is instantly rough as he grunts more than usual, chasing his own orgasm now.

“god, you’re like a f… fucking dream…” his thrusts gets faster–bending down to place more kisses on your chest. he suddenly grips you jaw, forcing you to watch him with your last bit of consciousness as he cums inside. his eyes are closed, brows furrowed and laced with sweat as he moans, milking out every bit of his orgasm before pulling out and watching it spill out in satisfaction. he allows you to finally close your eyes as he picks you up, whispering about how you’re now his.

✦ an: this actual in-game dialogue drives me nuts... repost bc it wasn't showing up in tags!!

[rosequarzo]

good luck kiss

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • guitarist! childe + gn reader modern au established relationship childe has a tongue piercing ;) ☆ warning not proofread explicit suggestive content . . . !? & 790 — catalogue

notes. this was supposed to be a hurt and comfort childe drabble but then i remembered guitarist childe, so this happened lmao.

Dating a guitarist from a notorious band comes with many perks. One of them was getting the front-row seat without having to fight with many fans for it. One of them was having the special privilege of going backstage to meet your partner after their concert or performance. One of them was to be able to kiss a certain member, right before his performance was due. 

“Ajax, w-wait—hah—c-can’t breathe.” 

Your noises were swallowed by Childe’s greedy and persistent lips. You had nowhere to run; your back pressed against the cold, even and hard wall of the dressing room. There was no one around as the other members were already finished with their necessary preparations, all ready to step onto the stage. 

All except Childe. 

This has become a routine: the guitarist has made it his mission to initiate a steamy make-out session with you thirty minutes before he has to go. You knew better than to reject him, for you were weak for him. According to him, kissing you gives him the motivation and luck for his performance but you doubt that. 

Childe smiled against your lips, pressing himself closer to close any possible remaining distance between you two. His gloved and slender fingers slid underneath your shirt, teasingly tracing circles in an upward motion along your spine. His touch was intoxicating. It was addictive, like you have been poisoned to the point where all your senses were filled with Childe and only Childe. 

A pathetic and aroused mewl left your lips at the taste of something cold and metallic. You knew without opening your eyes that it was Childe’s tongue piercing. No words could express how dumbfounded you were when he came home on that night, boasting about how he had gotten a tongue piercing. Needless to say, you were on board with the idea after the amount of pleasure he provided afterwards. 

The contrast of the cold piercing compared with the warmth of his mouth made you feel like you were floating, your body drifting along with the clouds. Childe breaks the kiss, grazing his lips against yours before kissing you again. It was like he could never get enough of you. Your lips found each other again and again, and Childe tentatively traced your bottom lip with his tongue. 

You obediently parted your lips, earning a groan from your partner; pleased with your obedience. Your tongues burst into a dance of passion, setting the pace with months of experience. Your arms remained wrapped around his neck, occasionally tugging on his ginger hair. 

Childe tapped twice on your thigh with his free hand. No words were needed as you complied, jumping. The guitarist effortlessly caught you, stepping forward to hold you against the wall as you wrapped your thighs around his waist. Now you were really at his mercy. 

Childe was the first to pull away, leaving behind a string of visible saliva that broke when he pulled his face away. Smirking at the whine of protest you let out, he took the chance to admire your current state.

Your parted lips were swollen, puffy and bruised. Shaky and uneven breaths leave your lips, shoulders rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. Dazed eyes were staring at nothing in particular. 

Had Childe not made you jump earlier, you would have collapsed to the ground. Seeing you this affected by his kiss was enough to make the possessive beast residing in him purrs in glee. He was almost tempted to just bail on his bandmates and take you right there and then, but he knew he would get a good scolding from you if he did that.

Mustering the remains of his self-restraint, the man gently lowered you to the ground. His hands remained by your waist, allowing you to lean on him for support. 

“You alright?” He murmurs, brushing his gloved hand through your hair. 

You wordlessly nodded your head, straightening yourself once you managed to regain your composure. “You should get going or your manager will yell at you again.” 

Laughing, Childe pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Zhongli has never yelled at me before, trust me on that.” 

You rolled your eyes, knowing your partner was right since both are really good friends. “Yeah, whatever. But seriously, you should go.” 

He whines, embracing you in his arms as he holds you in his grip. “How cruel! To think my partner is so desperate to get rid of me. How cold has the world become.” 

“Ajax.” 

“Fine, I’ll go. Be prepared to be amazed by my performance later,” he flashes you a cheshire-like grin as he pulls away. 

Smiling, you leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. “Mm, good luck, Ajax.” 

[hanilessa]

I have a request and take your time pls! I don’t wanna rush, I would like a scenario (I think that’s what it’s called?) of childe and I would add three more (I wasn’t sure if that’s too many but if it is then nvm!) of your choice. Can you do a marriage proposal when they were children but the s/o doesn’t believe it until they were wayyyy older? I hope that makes sense and feel free to dm me if it doesn’t or you need more info! Pls drink lots of water and I really like your writing! Here’s a cookie 🍪

` Author’s notes: hello, dear anon!! thank u so much for your request! i'm completely fascinated by this idea <3 i'm very glad that you like my writing. you need to take care of your health too!! i really hope you enjoy it. here are three cookies for you🍪🍪🍪

` Includes: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, marriage proposal, childhood friends

` WC: 3.5K

CHILDE

You and Childe were childhood friends who grew up side by side. Your parents and his were good friends, and it only made sense that their children would be good friends too. You both spent a lot of time with each other, constantly playing and frolicking, but there were times when the two of you played with other children who lived in your area. It was one of those times when you and Childe joined a group of kids playing mothers and fathers.

You were quite surprised when you were given the role of a mother, because you were the oldest among all the girls present here. Embarrassed, you stepped forward and began to look around at the boys present, one of whom was supposed to be your husband for the game. Your cheeks turned red like a ripe apple when you glanced at Ajax, who stood shyly to the side, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot and looking uncertainly at his competitors.

He looked at his friend Maxim, who looked like a leader, ready to lead other people behind him with his head held high. Maxim exuded self-confidence and intelligence, he looked like a person you could rely on as your husband. Therefore, little Ajax couldn't imagine at all that you would want to choose him as your play husband. Insecure, timid and in love with you from the first day you met.

But you did it. You chose him among all the other boys who offered their candidacy for the role of your husband. His little heart beat faster as you called his name. Your voice gently broke the silence that seemed like an eternity and called his name. His blue eyes sparkled with happiness when he heard you call him and moved closer to you excitedly. You were embarrassed no less than your best friend, so you continued to look at your legs, embarrassedly hiding your eyes from everyone.

The girls swirled happily around you, singing about how you both have to get married in order for the game to be realistic. Your ears turned red when you heard these words, and a hot blush burned your cheeks. You nodded absently, afraid to look at Ajax's face out of embarrassment. In fact, he was also surrounded by boys, which is why you didn't even get a glimpse of his silhouette as the girls took you aside to get you ready for your little wedding ceremony.

And the moment you and Childe stood in front of each other, you both lost the ability to breathe. The little boy in front of you looked so timid but cute, making your heart race in your chest. His cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, and it was really very cute. That was what you wanted to remember the most about him. The way he was looking at you right now.

Your image was imprinted in his irises when he finally saw you. Your head was covered with a light white tablecloth as a wedding veil that one of the girls brought from her house, and in your hands you held a small bouquet of wildflowers. You were absolutely charming for Ajax at that moment, and he wanted all this to happen for real. He wanted you to be his wife for real.

"W-will you m-marry me, Y/n?" The way the ginger boy stuttered was both funny and very charming, but you knew for sure that you couldn't refuse him this little game.

"Yes, I will." You smiled shyly and held out your hand to him, waiting for Ajax to put on your finger a small dough bagel that one of the children brought as an analogue of a wedding ring. The little boy in front of you blushed and almost dropped precious ring. This was accompanied by laughter from the children, so Ajax looked very insecure.

But the way you gently smiled at him at that moment made him feel much more confident, and he put the ring on your ring finger with special tenderness. It was the most magical moment of his life.

Time flew by very quickly, and you both grew up, turning into adult beautiful people. Children's games are completely forgotten and left your mind from the very time when Ajax fell into the abyss, having stayed there for three days. But when you looked into his dull, empty eyes, it seemed to you that he lived there for an eternity, which mercilessly changed him. Now he was a confident, formidable and strong warrior. But what has always remained the same is that he never stopped loving you.

You carefully kept your feelings in your heart too, all your love for him, which tore your heart apart at the moments when he had to leave your small town again to go on another mission. You missed him, but you continued to believe that you would soon be able to see him again.

You were in your bookstore when the door suddenly opened and the bell rang to let you know that a customer had entered your store. You lifted your eyes and was speechless. In front of you stood your Ajax. He was dressed in a large gray coat and a red scarf, which saved him from the severe frosts of Snezhnaya. Fatui's red mask, as always, flaunted on the top of his ginger head.

"Ajax!" You didn't even have time to blink an eye, as the ginger man lifted you into his arms, carefully wrapping you in his warm coat. "Ajax! I missed you! W-wait, what are you doing?"

"I have just returned from my long mission." His voice sounds confident and cheerful, his hands in a possessive way press you closer to his warm chest. "I don't know how long I'll be here, so of course the first thing I should do is ask your parents for your hand in marriage."

"Marriage!?" You were absolutely excited by his sudden appearance in your bookstore, and now also by the fact that he spoke so easily and simply that he was going to ask your parents for marriage blessings. You both never even talked about your feelings.

"Have you forgotten that you married me a long time ago?" Childe's eyes shine with genuine happiness when he says these words, making you think for a few moments. And only when memories wake up in your head, you blush deeply and look excitedly at your best friend.

"We were kids just playing!"

Ajax only laughs sincerely and charmingly at your words. He then presses his forehead against yours and rubs his nose against yours, "Did you really think that I would ever let you leave me after you agreed to be my wife?"

Your cheeks turn treacherously red as he pulls out of his pocket that same little bagel that you once wore on your finger, but gave it to Childe when he left on his first mission, as a reminder to him that you will always be waiting for him at home.

He continued talking, "This is a symbol of our love, my dear Y/n. You gave it to me, and now I have to give you your ring. And I will do everything so that you wear a real wedding ring on your beautiful finger."

DILUC

The world of rich aristocratic people was too cruel. You and Diluc understood this at a fairly early age. The world of aristocrats was ruled by greed, self-interest, money, the lust for power and deceitful people. Who could enter into an arranged marriage just to get a lot of money. When you found out that your best friend and your first love at the same time in the future to marry lady for convenience, your poor little heart was broken.

You weren't a person of noble blood, you had an ordinary family, and you had nothing that you could offer to the rich Diluc's family in order to be able to be with him and love him. The red-haired boy was upset and angry no less than you. He never wanted to marry for convenience, hoping that someday he could marry you, his sweet little friend, whom he loved.

Things got even more complicated when Diluc was ten years old, and in honor of this, his parents arranged a big celebration in their huge rich estate. Many families came from different countries to this noble ball to experience the happiness of marrying their daughter to the offspring of wealthy aristocrats. Girls of his age filled the hall, their outfits were full of multi-colored colors, silk adorned their skin, precious diamonds glowed in the light of bright large chandeliers.

Diluc peered out from behind the big red curtains that hung at the front door and sincerely hoped that no one would be able to see him here. He had been hiding here for some time, because he didn't want to catch the eyes of his parents. They would immediately take him to all these girls so that he could communicate with them and choose a worthy bride for himself. But for him there has never been anyone more worthy than you. Only you he saw next to him throughout his life, when he could fleetingly indulge in his dreams.

Unfortunately, you didn't have the opportunity to be near your lover right now, because you simply wouldn't be allowed to this party if you came. You had no gold, no jewels, no beautiful velvet dresses. What could you offer him in return for his love? These thoughts tormented your mind and heart as you wringed your hands uncertainly behind your back as you hid in the garden. The desire to see your lover overpowered common sense and logic, so you came here tonight to see a full hall of these unfamiliar beautiful girls, one of whom will become Diluc's wife in the future.

You didn't notice how bitter tears flowed from your eyes at the mere thought that you could never be with your loved one. It was a harsh reality that could punch you in the face or plunge you into cold water as a sign that in this reality you could never be with the person you love. Your small hands trembled as you tried to wipe away the salty tears that continued to flow down your pale cheeks. It seemed impossible to do because the tears wouldn't stop coming from your eyes.

"Y/n?" That voice made your heart race in your chest as you turned around and saw a red-haired boy standing in front of you. "Why are you crying?" His voice was filled with genuine concern, and it seemed to make you cry even more.

"These girls..." Your voice trembled as you spoke. You tried to gather all your thoughts together to ask him about what was worrying you most in the world right now. "Did you like any of them?"

These words were spoken in your trembling voice, you had to make an effort to swallow an unpleasant lump in your throat, when suddenly Diluc came closer to you and wrapped you in his strong arms. Your eyes widened in excitement as you felt your lover's body press against yours.

"Never say such nonsense again." You could feel his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, and you hugged him back, trying to calm him down and give him a supportive hug. "None of them will ever compare to you!"

"But your parents will never let you marry me…" You bit your lip in despair, but the red-haired boy squeezed you tighter in his arms to show you that he didn’t need anyone but you.

"I don't care!" Diluc said confidently and looked at you with his red eyes full of love and adoration. And you could tell with certainty just by looking into his eyes that he really loved you. "I don’t care what my parents say! When I grow up, I will marry you!"

Those words were enough to make you cry again. But now you were crying from happiness, not from sadness.

Many years have passed since then. Now you worked in a small tavern to support your family. Unfortunately, the promises you both made to each other that evening were long forgotten. You realized long ago that you never had a chance to be with your loved one, and simply accepted his marriage proposal as a way to calm you from tears. As you've grown up, you've come to realize that not all marriages are for love. You were both just kids who had to face the harsh reality. But now you have the courage to face this reality face to face with your head held high.

You were wiping glasses standing at the bar when a beautifully and richly dressed man entered your modest tavern. He looked around as if he was looking for something or someone, and when his gaze settled on your figure, the man came closer to you and said solemnly.

"Lady Y/n, mister Diluc is waiting for you at his estate to discuss the details of your wedding with you. Please allow me to take you to the estate."

Your hands weakened when you heard those words, and the glass you were holding in your hands fell to the floor and shattered into many crystal particles. You were sure you'd have to pay for it later.

"It's not necessary." You heard a voice that made your heart jump out of your chest. The man you loved more than anything in the world appeared in front of you. "I will take my wife to our mansion myself."

You swallowed an unpleasant lump in your throat and looked at Diluc with your eyes, which were filled with excitement, "But how…"

He gently took your hand and pulled you closer to him, bathing you in the tenderness of his gaze. It seemed to you that you found yourself in a dream that trampled your nasty reality to shreds.

"I will never again let my parents decide for me how and with whom I spend my life." The red-haired man leaves a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. "I want to be only with you. And I want it to be official."

Your heart beat fast in your chest.

"Will you marry me?"

KAEYA

You looked around, shivering from the cool wind that swirled around you, covering your skin with a slight chill. You don’t remember at all how you got to this strange place, where darkness seemed to surround every corner that your eyes fell on. There were unusual and strange plants here, many kinds of animals unknown to you. You were a small child, so it seemed to you a beautiful and magical lost world.

You wandered along a lonely path, and you had the feeling that your journey would never end. You had the feeling that you were walking in circles when suddenly you found a spacious clearing. It wasn't that dark in here, so you had to close your eyes a little before opening your eyes wide in admiration. In the center of a small clearing was a large luminous tree.

The branches of the tree were as if strewn with the brightest stars that you saw every day in the night sky. But for some reason there were no stars in this place. When you looked up, all you saw was pitch-black darkness that swallowed up any light that entered this strange place. But in this clearing, things were different. The tree spread its branches in different directions, and therefore you could clearly see everything that was in this clearing.

And all of a sudden, your eyes caught movement. You noticed a little boy who was squatting a few meters away from you and looking at something enthusiastically. You were completely enchanted by the beauty of an unknown boy. His blue long hair was tied in a ponytail, his clothes were also very unusual, but it looked rich and presentable enough, so you thought that this boy must have come from a rich and revered family. You were curious to know what he was looking at, so you moved a little closer to him.

"Hello, what are you looking at?" Your voice broke the beautiful silence that was preserved in this place, causing the boy to flinch in fear and finally turn his attention to you. His beautiful eyes met yours and you held your breath excitedly. You have never seen such beautiful eyes.

"Hello." The blue-haired boy greeted you hesitantly, but was also quite interested to see a person who didn't look like him. "There was a little lizard here, but now it has run away."

You squatted down next to a stranger and sighed sadly, "I wish I could see it."

The boy noticed that you were upset and thought. For some reason, he was also sad when you were sad, so he decided he would find another lizard for you to see it with him.

"Then let's find another lizard!" He briskly got to his feet and held out his hand to you in an inviting gesture. Your heart beat faster in your chest as you looked at the boy who held out his hand to you. You felt a pleasant unfamiliar feeling spread through your body, and smiled happily, accepting the boy's invitation to follow him.

"My name is Kaeya."

"I'm Y/n."

Before you even noticed, a whole month has passed since your meeting with Kaeya. You've been in this strange place all this time, where your new friend lived. He brought you to his family, who helped you settle into a place that was like a magical world from fairy tales that your parents read to you. You were completely fascinated by this new unknown world, but most of all you were fascinated by the little boy who became your first friend in this magical place.

You both spent a lot of time together, and then one day the two of you returned to the clearing where you and Kaeya first met. When you joyfully ran up to the flowers growing in the clearing, Kaeya hesitantly followed you. It seemed that something had been tormenting him for some time. You were engrossed in looking at various flowers and plants when you heard a heavy sigh from Kaeya.

"What's happened?" You asked, looking into the face of your dear friend. There was a shadow of sadness on his face.

"Here we first met." You listened carefully to Kaeya's words, remaining silent, allowing him to continue speaking. "This place is very dear to me, but it also makes me sad. I'm afraid that if we met here, then we will have to part here."

You stepped closer to the blue-haired boy and took his hand, confidently looking into his eyes, "I'll never leave, I promise you."

The boy's heart began to beat at an accelerated pace, and he felt like he wished he could forever engrave this moment into his memory. And you in his life. "Then will you be with me for the rest of my life?"

"I will."

You took a deep breath, as if you had just stuck your head out of the water, and opened your eyes. You were completely dumbfounded, not understanding where you were right now. You looked around and saw a dark black sky strewn with golden stars. It was different from the place where you looked at the sky with your friend. The heart in your chest clenched desperately as you realized that you couldn't find your friend anywhere who stole your little heart.

A lot of water has flown under the bridge since the moment you met a little boy in the depths of the abyss, and by the time you became an adult woman, you decided that all this — a beautiful underworld, a large luminous tree and your friend Kaeya — was just ordinary the dream you fell into when you accidentally fell asleep in the woods. You were very sad, because you knew you never had the chance to see him again.

But for some reason, every time you again and again returned to the place where you woke up one night under the starry sky after the best dream of your life. Some unknown force pulled you to find this place again. And you had a feeling that maybe you'll find the one you've been looking for so long.

You looked around, making your way through the bushes and wild flowers, when you found yourself in a small clearing. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment, but immediately began to beat faster when you saw strangers in front of you with blue hair and eyes that you could never confuse with anyone else. The stranger also looked at you, speechless for a moment, but then smiled and held out his hand to you.

"It was so long ago, beautiful princess…" You moved closer to him, fascinated, and put your hand into his strong hand. It seemed so familiar. Kaeya smiled happily. "I remember you promised me to spend the rest of your life with me. Should I make a new marriage proposal so that you didn't leave me this time?"

[brenbofen]

Wanna pound into Tartaglia’s cunt n hold his little waist while he just throws his head back and degrades me as if he wasn’t the one who was begging me to fuck him like five minutes ago.

[suguru-getos]

gahhh i have sm childe thirsts and I hope youre okay with some crumbs 👀

So like.. somno with childe, but.. you wake up because you feel something grind against you, and you see him being so needy in his sleep 👀👀🥺 he's trying to get enough friction but it isn't enough, so you decide to help him out but inside of letting him get inside you, you give him a hand? maybe even tease him a bit 👀

hello nonnie 👀🫶🏻 of course i’m more than okay with your childe crumbs especially if they’re this good. 😈 it’s been a while since i indulged w the og daddy 🤭 after the arrival of sumeru daddies and i’m having sm fun !! 😫🤍

-> warnings: somnophilia, teasing, fluff <3

there are certain times your ever so charming, wonderful, archon like physiqued man does the cutest little things. this time… it was him having a lewd dream where he mumbled your name helplessly, chanting it over and over; taking the complete advantage of being the big spoon and dry humping his semi against you.

you were woken from your slumber because of this, soft tired smile all over you as you turned to face him, leaning in and kissing his lips ever so gently, cupping his face and tenderly staring at his smooth, sharp features. “i love you” you smiled at him, to which he hummed reflexively.

your hands wandered across the waistband of his joggers, taking his hardened cock out in your hand and pumping it just enough to tease him a little. you were pretty sure if childe had been awake, you’d be shoved with his cock as a funishment. ;)

a sinful groan arises from his throat when you pick up your pace a little, watching him like the finest art show ever as his pupils slit open slowly, getting accustomed to everything around him. “fuck— baby, what’re you doin..?” childe softly gasped, holding the nape of your neck and stealing a passionate, breathless kiss.

“you looked like you needed some help,” you batted your lashes at him, kissing his forehead. “and i wanted to tease you a bit.” your harmless giggle mingled with his sleepiness made him give in further.

“yeah- yeah i do… fuck i was having such an amazing dream, we had just finished battling and then as a reward for winning… i, got to fuck you”

you hummed in approval, still working your hands around his pent up cock. “maybe tomorrow we can make that dream a reality.”

“you bet, girlie.”

[itadorey]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: childe x reader summary: in which you, the late signora's apprentice, have been assigned to take over one of the two empty harbinger roles, and childe can't help but worry about you. or alternatively, childe tries to rizz you up in the middle of la signora's funeral. wc: ~1.6k notes: more of a character study based on the "a winter night's lazzo" trailer. reader has a vision but it's only mentioned briefly.

the air is almost stifling as you look around, trying to ignore the mournful tune coming out of columbina's mouth.

the silvery metal of the coffin at the head of the room catches the light every so often, glinting just enough to catch your eye no matter how hard you try to keep your gaze elsewhere. it seems to mock, you, a reminder of the mentor who taught you so much yet told you so little. you don't miss her, of course you don't. from the very beginning, you knew you were merely another pawn for her to use; someone who she thought was talented, but ultimately disposable. that thought alone makes you feel some kind of morbid pride when you realize that you've managed to replace her.

a low hum comes from beside you, and you refuse to turn when you feel a certain redheaded harbinger lean in closer to you, nudging you with his elbow as he did so. childe lets out a small, frustrated huff when you refuse to meet his gaze, choosing instead to tilt his head down towards you. you can feel his hair brushing against your cheek and breath tickling the shell of your ear, an annoyance so great you finally break and face him, ready to tell him off. pulcinella starts speaking before you can do so.

"we are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade. in honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing."

your gaze is immediately drawn away from childe and towards pulcinella, your fingers twitching at his words. the action doesn't go unnoticed by childe, and he reaches over to grab your hand, pouting when you scowl and scoot away. his attention is quickly brought back to the rest of the harbingers, and he can't help but roll his eyes as someone else begins to speak.

"merely half a day?" pantalone says, chuckling lightly as he repeats pulcinella's words. you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine; pantalone's voice alone is enough to instill caution into you. "people may say that the northland bank's rue currencies are blood and tears, but mayor, even speaking as a banker that sounds a little unconscionable."

childe can't help but stare at you, watching as you nod your head absentmindedly. he's interested in your lack of emotion. sure, you're agreeing with pantalone's statement, but nothing about your demeanor suggests that you're actually upset about la signora's demise. you're just bothered with the lack of respect being given to a fallen comrade. a part of him is annoyed, all his delusions about comforting you in your time of grief dissipating in that very moment. another part of him is impressed; he can't deny that the tsaritsa really does know how to pick her harbingers.

"rosalyne died in a foreign land," arlecchino's voice is loud enough to drown out columbina's singing. "but you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. you couldn't hope to understand, so why don't you keep your mouths shut! we don't want to make the children cry."

there's an almost unnoticeable exchange between you and arlecchino, the two of you nodding at each other before looking away. childe's eyes don't leave your face as you sigh softly, directing one last glance at the coffin before turning your head to the side.

"hey, c'mon now," childe says, his tone a little too bright for the current situation. "even i don't think this is the right time or place for a fight."

there's a brief second in which you whip your head around to meet his eyes, mild surprise visible as you process his words. childe finds himself wondering why he spoke. (he tells himself that it's to respect la signora's memory).

"utterly risible," sandrone says. you can't help but roll your eyes, glaring at her as you try to figure out who her words were aimed at. childe frowns when he notices your attention is no longer on him, and he chooses to burrow into his scarf as he scoots closer to you. he blames it on the cold.

the conversation turns to scaramouche, and you tune out capitano and dottore as they speak. you couldn't care less about the missing harbinger; sooner or later you would catch up to him and take back what the tsaritsa wanted. columbina's singing seems to get louder, almost taunting you as you do your best to avoid looking at the coffin. you're reminded of the day you were called into the tsaritsa's audience room, her hand colder than the snezhnayan snow as she rested it on your shoulder and told you that you would be taking the place of one of the two former harbingers.

"rosalyne would be proud," the tsaritsa had said. "you should feel honored."

your fingers trace the outline of your delusion, catching on the ridges of the gilded metal that keep the gem in place. you know it's almost identical to a vision, but the gifted delusion feels much, much heavier. you think you're going crazy.

childe nudges your knee with his, drawing you out of your thoughts. you look over at him, an amused smile on your face as you notice him snuggling into his scarf. he's closer than he was earlier, you realize, his outer thigh pressed up right against yours. you pretend not to notice, instead relaxing your posture and allowing your leg to fully rest against his. you blame it on the cold.

a soft gasp leaves your lips when childe grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours before pulling you off the bench you had been sitting on. you glance around, watching as all the harbingers approach rosalyne's coffin and take their respective places around it. you stare at your hand, still intertwined with childe's, before you glance up, being met with an infuriating smirk. you huff as he pulls you to his side, grip tightening slightly to make sure you stay in place beside him.

"let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation endure for all time," pierro's words catch your attention, childe's hold momentarily forgotten as you stare at the first of the harbingers. "in the name of her majesty, the tsaritsa, we will seize authority form the gods. absolute peace; such is the gift from the tsaritsa, such is her majesty's benevolence. now you rest in this coffin, encased in layer upon layer of ice."

pierro pauses to stare down at the coffin, and you find yourself absentmindedly placing your free hand upon the cool metal. there's a slight shake to your hand that makes your brow furrow, unsure as to why. you're not scared, and the nervousness you feel is not nearly great enough for you to be shaking. your muddled reflection stares back at you as you keep trying to discern your emotions, and you're only brought out of your pensive state when you feel childe squeeze your hand. you glance up to meet pierro's icy gaze head-on.

"but rosalyne, i promise you, your final resting place will be the entirety of the 'old world'," pierro finishes, speaking his final words without looking away from you. there's a tense silence that follows, each of the harbingers waiting to hear your response. you glance down briefly, your previously shaky hand having gone still in the time it took pierro to speak. you feel childe fidget, your silence dragging on as a miniscule smile appears on your face. you drag your gaze up to give pierro a firm nod, receiving one in return before he turns and walks out of the room. pulcinella and pantalone are quick to follow, the latter shooting you a curious glance and letting out a low hum before disappearing.

"well, well," childe starts. "shall we go get some food and celebrate?"

at your confused glance, childe simply smiles. "you were so nervous you were shaking! but don't worry, you've proven yourself."

you pull your hand out of his grasp when he begins to walk, your face feeling warm as you realized you had been holding hands the entire time. "no thanks, i have things to do."

childe's eyes follow you as you stalk towards the door, an eyebrow raising when you pause at the exit and turn to face him once more. "and i wasn't nervous!"

"no?" childe immediately responds, a flirty lilt present in his voice as he crosses his arms. "then why were you shaking?"

"because," you start, a dangerous grin spreading across your face. you've finally figured out what you were feeling earlier. "i realized that being a harbinger doesn't make me nervous. it makes me excited."

childe huffs out a laugh as you finally leave, shaking his head in amusement before he runs a hand through his hair. he's left staring at the door until he hears arlecchino's muffled snort, and he turns to her with a warm face as he realizes that she'd heard your entire exchange.

"you don't stand a chance," she says, making her way to the exit as well. "but it'll be fun to see you try."

"fun indeed," childe mutters, glancing at rosalyne's coffin one last time. with a soft laugh, he places his hands into his coat pocket, trudging towards the door and already missing the warmth you had been providing not even ten minutes prior. "this'll be interesting."

rbs are appreciated <3

[zlebooks]

ch. 17 — cat whisperers (literally)

you finally tuck your phone away into your pockets. admittedly, childe has distracted you longer than you intended to.

a voice calls you from the next room and you immediately knew it was zhongli from the way he lets your name roll off of his tongue so delicately.

“coming!” you yell, rushing out of the break room you were in and the moment you open the door to where zhongli is, you were greeted by the boy holding his index finger to his lips.

that definitely shut you up, okay.

you start to approach zhongli on your tippy toes, careful of the creaky wooden fooor, squatting down once you were beside the boy.

his gaze fixated on the cat sleeping in front of the both of you, zhongli looks like his intense stare would provide further protection for the cat and you laugh inside at how adorable he looked.

“what are we staring at?” you say in a normal volume that makes zhongli’s head whip immediately at you, putting his index finger on his lip once more, reminding you to stay quiet.

“i’m sorry,” you whipser apologetically, offering a smile.

“it’s fine, it’s just… she barely sleeps now and whenever she actually does, i want her to have an uninterrupted one.” zhongli says, gesturing to the cat in front.

“her name?”

“i named her kitty katty.”

“i—“

the name already shocked you and the fact that it came from zhongli himself was the cherry on top of your cake. “i’m sorry but kitty katty?”

zhongli smiles sheepishly, “you can laugh if you want.”

“no no no, i think it’s adorable,” you whisper yell at the student council president, giggling at how weird you find this whole ordeal.

“she’s been here for as long as i am.”

he suddenly says and zhongli surprises even himself.

“how long have you been volunteering here?”

“i’ve been here since i was seven,” zhongli starts and as he notices your confusion, he continues. “i used to visit my brother when he was the one volunteering.”

“oh, that’s sweet.”

“yeah, i wanted to spend every moment with him before he went to college.”

“so… where is he now?”

“he’s still away. he decided to settle down in the city.”

okay. nice. he didn’t have mommy nor daddy issues— he might have older brother issues though.

“are you guys close?” you try to prod but then immediately regret when the small smile on zhongli’s face while looking at the senior cat dropped almost immediately.

you realize that maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“you don’t have to answer that question,”

“it’s fine,” he releases a deep sigh, “i used to be close to him, we just grew apart.”

you hum. “he had the talent to escape the hard parts in life.” zhongli says before looking up and redirecting his gaze towards the picture frame sitting atop of the counter.

there you see a total of four figures; a man in his late 40s who you assume zhongli’s father, a teenage boy who was aged 15 who you think it’s zhongli’s brother, a child aged 7 that looks like the younger version of the man himself, and a beautiful woman sitting on a wheelchair.

it didn’t take long enough for you to put two and two together.

“you know, you can always talk to me about anything.”

zhongli snorts in surprise, “where did that come from?”

“it’s just… you always listen to everyone’s problems but no one really listens to yours.” you reason out, looking at the boy intently— zhongli looks back at you with widened eyes, taken aback from what you said.

“i suppose i never thought of it that way.” he admits, “thank you.”

you shrug it off like how you would normally. your attention is brought back to kitty katty, the cat now stretching its limbs as it awoke. zhongli was too distracted by something else though— he was looking at you, in awe.

as he stares at the side of your head longer, the longer he notices the littles habits you do. he notices how you tilt your chin upwards a little bit when amused— just like what you’re doing now— and the way your nose scrunches when a little too focused.

slowly, he starts memorizing the curve of your lips, the shape of your nose, and the crinkles in your eyes. like an artist with his art— he admires you up close.

the bell above the door suddenly jingles, making zhongli whip his head elsewhere as if caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. and a boisterous voice speaks up, as zhongli feels bile rising up to this throat.

“i’m here to pick up my wonderful girlfriend,” childe says in a singsong voice, choosing those words in order to tease you.

zhongli pulls his head down from the clouds, of course, he thinks. it was getting late anyway.

you stand from the ground you were sitting on before sending a smile towards zhongli’s way. he nods as a response when you bid him goodbye, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the uncomfortable churn of his stomach.

when you and your boyfriend step out of the animal shelter, zhongli catches himself with his eyes glued to the door. there were just some things he couldn’t have, huh.

love equation — [ prev / masterlist / next ]

embarrassed by your three year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either help with your lie or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.

FEATURING: childe x she/her!reader, a little bit of zhongli x reader, other genshin impact characters! (they are too many to list)

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[angelltheninth]

Angel (literally), I BEG you for crumbs of sadomasochistic dom!childe, PLEASE, I'm down on my knees 🧎‍♀️I'm so horny for this man, I can't

I think he'd love you on your knees.

Pairing: Childe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, slapping, bruises, hair-pulling (for Chide), rough sex, nipple biting, dirty talk, banter, name-calling, mentioned public sex, pain play

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: Good boy Childe is good, but evil, sadistic Childe is irresistible.

Your head lulled against Childe's shoulder, his hands keeping a firm grip on your ass, a sadistic smirk on his face while he looked at you, mouth open and drooling, mind filled with nothing but thoughts of him and how good you felt in this very moment.

"Hey, hey. Wake up slut, I'm not done using you yet." Seeing that his words weren't working he opted for a more physical approach, "Stupid bitch, can't even focus without my hep. Look at me clearly!" You cried out when you felt the sharp, hot impact of his hand on your cheek. "Aw, your cheek's gonna get all bruised up." You looked at him, unfocused and teary eyes as you spread your legs further and looped your arms around his shoulders, your naked bodies sliding against each other, "That hurt? Endure it. Be a good pain slut for me. Take everything I give you."

The harshness of his words was only somewhat soothed by his lips kissing your bruised cheek but he did nothing to slow his hips down. His cock relentlessly rammed and battered into your pussy, your walls so tight you could feel every twitch, throb and pulsing vein. Noticing you were getting a bit too relaxed under him he changed the target of his lips, instead of your cheek it was your nipples, one after the other, and instead of fleeting kisses it was sharp, hard bites.

A loud amused groan left his mouth when you pulled on his hair, his eyes clouding up with intrigue, "Ah, so my slut has some bite to her after all. Those are the best, I don't want you to just roll over for me." He returned his attention to your breasts sucking and biting, "You tighten up when I bite you like this. Makes me want to mark you up. How about this? If I can make you come first you have to go down the hall, naked, let everyone see how pretty my victory prize is."

"So I would be only yours in this case?" Childe's eyebrows shut up, hidden in his orange hair, tongue still twirling your nipple.

"Only mine, yeah. Why? I don't share prizes, not that kind of guy." He's territorial is what he means. To put it simply, he'd be the only person you'd be a slut for. Meaning that...

"Would you do the same for me Ajax?" You yanked on his hair, causing his hips to falter for a pleasurable moment, his movements unpredictable, sloppy, more wild by the minute of you challenging him.

A cocky expression settled on his face, "Such bold words. Curious if your pussy will be able to back them up!" Fuck, this man. He'd be the end of you. You could barely keep your focus as it is, could barely get the words out without moaning, you were going numb with pleasure.

But... the possibility of calling him yours. A Harbinger, all yours.

It was too tempting to resist, "Do your worst then. Fuck me hard, harder then you've ever fucked anyone. Break me, make me your bitch. If you can."

The laughter that left him was borderline psychotic, "You really should watch that mouth of you. Don't worry, after this I'll do that for you too, you'll talk when I tell you to, suck my cock when I tell you to, open your legs when I tell you to. I'll make good use of you, take good care of you."

"Yes, I know, I know you will. You'll be so good Ajax! So good for me!" From what little you could see of his face you caught the shadow of a smile before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, "Your cock, it's so good. Fills me up-"

"Perfectly!" He shouted, "That's right slut. You're made for me! This pussy was made for me. I'll prove it, I'll prove it. I'll prove it to everyone!" His hips pistoned into yours surprising both of you with his sudden onslaught of warm cum, Both your mouth fell open for a moment but in his effort to distract you from the fact that he just lost he kept on thrusting, "You're not gonna leave me hanging are you slut? Hm? Come on, at least this pussy worth my while."

"Please don't stop. I'm so close, so full, it feels so warm with you inside me." And soon everyone would know that his cock belongs only inside of you, that his cum belongs only inside of you, "Why don't we call it even hm? I can give you an even better prize."

His hands smacked your ass twice, each slap pushing you closer to his cock, his interest clearly piqued, "Oh?"

"You really want to make me come?" You pulled him closer, "Fuck me in the hallway, make them see, really see me enjoying your cock." As soon as you said those words his previous vigor was back twice as hard.

"A slut that likes to be seen? Oh baby, will I have my share of fun with you. Carry you with me everywhere like a fucktoy. Is that what you want to be? My fucktoy, my cumdump, my pretty living cocksleeve?"

At his words your pussy gave one last spasm before it tightened around him so much he had no choice but to stay inside, where you wanted him where belonged. Seeing how you weren't gonna let him move any other way he lifted you up with a silent grunt, his cock still warm and secure in your pussy.

"Let me make you mine then." His lips found yours as he took slow steps towards the hallway, careful not to let his cock fall out until you were fully satisfied.

[ayakananami]

‼️Spoiler‼️

SOMEONE PLS SOMEONE WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭😭 IM CRYING 😭 WE FIXED HIM GUYS!!! FROM 🚩to 🟢🥹🥹🥹 IM SO PROUD

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 1

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; some swearing, mentions of wounds & medical stuff, dottore warning (?) he doesn’t exactly do anything but y’know- it’s dottore, sort of proofread

note ; i am so scared, i’ve never posted anything like this on tumblr or at all LMFAO this is my first fic ever and very self indulgent. ive already posted 5 chapters of this on ao3 but i was curious as to how the tumblr ajax kissers would react to it. im sorry if this sort of info tab isn’t very descriptive, im just basing it off what i’ve seen from the viewer’s perspective.

ALSO, for context- tetya= aunt and dyadya= uncle in russian!

constructive criticism is appreciated!

next part | masterlist

“hey, watch your step! snow’s gotten harder and slippier these days…”

“yes, sir!”

“yes, father!”

just as the warning rings out, it’s followed by the dry crunch of heavy boots against snow. it’s not the same soft sound as it was a month or so ago, rather it sounds almost as if the ice gnashes aggressively at the leather boots.

it gnaws at your ears painfully, though you’ve been sensitive to such sounds for as long as you could remember, yet you still flinch.

ajax notices right away. he always does.

“here,” he goes, the cloud of his warm breath visible. turning your head toward the boy, you see that he’s handing you his earmuffs.

a sheepish grin invades your lips as you wordlessly take him up on his offer. mind rid of the god awful crush of the snow, you come up with a brilliant idea.

“last one there’s a rotten catch!” you charge onwards with a laugh.

“ah, n-not again!”

ajax’s father only watches from behind as his son hurries to catch up, a defeated sigh leaves him. “these kids…”

said kids were already reaching the lake clearing at that point. the frozen water already has its own layer of fresh-fallen snow, making it seem like an entire new tundra- that is, until you and ajax brashly create footmarks and snow angels on the surface while his father is still yet to catch up. if he’d been closer you would’ve heard the old man’s grumbles about having to carry all the fishing gear.

thankfully, there were no rotten catches that day.

your best friend’s laughter and your very own echo in your head like bells in an empty chapel, uninvitedly. the entire memory is instead invited by the sight of a father on the street with his own children, he carries a bucket and fishing rods as the youngins run ahead excitedly. you conclude that you should’ve left for zapolyarny palace earlier today.

this morning cannot start off on a bad note, not when the doctor had meticulously scheduled an operation for this very day with your presence prerequisited.

you’re acutely aware of this.

you’re still acutely aware of this when you slam your work bag onto the desk with such force that even the fatui guard monitoring the palace hallway jumps.

and you’re still acutely aware of this when you almost bump into one of your boss’s segments on your way to the operation room, a most certain death that would be if you did bump into him. even as you break your stress fueled stride, the segment blocks the path forward.

“if i didn’t know any better, i would assume this is your first day on your first job. ever.”

you furrow your eyebrows confusedly while the segment coldly scrutinizes you top to bottom.

“even the lowliest of fatui recruits know that the first thing one should do after clocking in is get into the proper uniform.” he indicates with a snark in his tone.

ah- your lab coat.

“yes sir. my apologies.” with a haste in your step previously thought impossible to achieve without actually sprinting, you beeline straight to your office, which is conveniently on the other side of a very long hallway from the operation room. so long, in fact, that it gives enough time for a certain someone to slink into the office room without you even seeing it.

you don’t notice him even as you’re already inside the room. well, how could you with such tunnel vision, powered by your early-morning frustration and innate fear of disappointing the doctor. you’re practically out the door with lab coat in hand when he finally quips.

“uhm, doc?” the voice is shaky but still impossible to not recognize.

god dammit.

the tsaritsa was truly not on your side today. with a deep inhale, you do your best to keep a neutral expression as you turn around to face the head of red hair that haunts your dreams. or rather nightmares.

“how may i help you, lord tartaglia?” you still hated that title.

“well heh… this is the head nurse’s office, i believe you can help me by exerting the very function of this room?” the harbinger puts on a friendly front, acting like he can’t feel your burning glare. within it, you start to gauge at what’s brought him here, few surface-level scratches and even fewer cuts that are ever so slightly deeper present on him.

“i’m afraid i’m running late for an important appointment with the doctor, you’ll have to ask one of my subordinates.” you state matter-of-factly and start turning to leave again.

“w-wait, please!” he reaches out to stop you and the hand lands on your bicep, rather than your wrist which would’ve been a quicker latch. huh. “let me talk to him afterwards, he’ll understand. plus, i’m your boss as much as he is.”

“you’re quite literally not.”

“yeah, i’m not. still your boss though.”

childe is not of as high authority over you as the doctor is, afterall you’re one of the doctor’s assigned assistants, but the way he talks so casually and… playfully makes him seem even less bossy. but you don’t allow yourself anymore time to dwell on it, instead you roll your eyes and give in. your boss almost giddily sits on the examination bed.

the sterilized silk gloves slide snugly onto your palms as you look your patient up and down.

“how did you even manage to get yourself roughed up so early in the morning?”

“it’s never too early in the morning for a spar! though- hah… even i didn’t expect to take this many free hits.”

“who were you sparring?”

“eh, some junior lieutenants at the northwest wing. there were some new recruits there too so i figured i’d set an example for ‘em.”

northwest wing..? you visibly pause at the revelation.“that’s… on the other side of zapolyarny palace.”

“so?”

“so there’s nurses there too.”

childe himself seems to pause then- you were catching onto him. he realizes he must think about his next actions as carefully as humanly possible.

“ahah… a-are there?”

good one, ajax.

you look down at the alcohol-soaked cotton ball sitting snugly between your tweezers and then up to a scratch right above childe’s eyebrow- seems like the perfect time to treat your patient. the sting comes before the harbinger can even react and much to his dismay, you keep the cotton ball on his forehead even as attempts to lean away from it.

“childe tartaglia,” you start, voice menacing and low. “did you orchestrate a sparring session with low-rank officers and get yourself injured on purpose to come see me?”

“a-ah ouch!” childe hisses. “surely you w-wouldn’t commit medical malpractice over something as trivial as this?” clearly he forgets who you work for, or pretends to at least.

“start talking.”

“okay, okay! yes, i did all that…” the red head sulks with a defeated sigh. pleased by the confession, you move away with your alcohol cotton ball of doom and give him space.

you watch the tsaritsa’s weapon of war crumple into himself, looking off into a meaningless corner of the room.

“i… i’m being stationed to liyue tomorrow.” his voice is entirely different from what it was when this entire ordeal began- quiet, hesitant.

“and?” is your response before you can even think about how douchey it sounds. it’s already too late when you see childe deflate even more and feel like you just kicked a puppy.

“and i wanted to come and give you the news.”

really? that’s all he wanted from this?

“then why go through all this effort of sparring newbies at practically the ass crack of dawn and lose? why not just come here and tell me at once?”

he scoffs bitterly. “like you’d talk to me under normal circumstances.”

the regret you were feeling from your cruel response from earlier quickly bleeds out into incredulousness.

“you haven’t talked to me under normal circumstances since we were fourteen.” you stab back and childe bites his tongue, he won’t retaliate this time. the rest of the appointment is spent in the deadliest of silences as you finish tending to his “injuries”. neither of you ever look up to face the other.

you pack up quickly as to haul ass from the office room as soon as possible. but not before you mutter stoically- “have fun in liyue.”

and childe is left to sit pathetically on the bed and contemplate his astronomical failure.

—

what a wretched week.

the days seem to take a thousand years each to end, the laboratory feels stuffier, the people less tolerable and you swear the pen in your hand feels heavier than a lead ingot.

“are you done sulking?”

oh yeah, there’s also the ruthless fatui harbinger you work under and the equally insulting bajillion copies of him. you know bajillion is a gross overestimation but you also gave up keeping track of how many segments the doctor has a long time ago, they’re bossy all the same.

“not sulking, sir, just… thinking.”

“thinking about the medical records you’re supposed to be overseeing surely?” he taunts and you can only scoff non-committedly.

said medical records were mere reports on several of the doctor’s past experiments and operations, arguably not worth such a commitment of your time or worth a hackling from your boss. either way the words and paragraphs had merged into blurred lines and incomprehensible messes in your eyes about ten minutes ago, you were only pretending to be doing something at this point.

the irresistible force of your boredom drives your gaze to anywhere but the papers in front of you, eventually settling onto a corkboard hung up on a farther wall of the doctor’s laboratory. tired retinas struggle to focus on the blueprints that are stuck onto the corkboard but they seem to have rough sketchings of… body parts? they’re definitely not human, no, instead the drawings indicate they’re robotical. on another blueprint is an unfinished rendering of the full robot body. the shape language is unconventionally stylized, to a point where they almost resemble traditional inazuman patterns or even… the patterns on scaramouches robes-

“l-lord dottore!! i have an u-urgent matter sent by lord pierro himself.”

huh?

“out with it. quick.” the segment doesn’t even bother to face the stammering officer that had bursted through the door right then.

“u-uhm… some of our liyue informants have reported t-that rex lapis suddenly p-perished during the rite of descension,”

huh?

“rex lapis, dying? well,” he drawls amusedly. “that would certainly be a sight. but how exactly does this development concern me? is the banker not available?”

“w-well y-yes… lord pierro specifically requested for your word on the matter a-and perhaps see if one of your s-subordinates could… be on-site?”

dottore’s segment lets out an exasperated sigh while a gloved hand goes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “unfortunately it doesn’t surprise me that the collective surplus amount of agents we have stationed in liyue harbor proves to be utterly incompetent to the point where the jester himself would come to me for help.”

a feeling of dread settles in your chest as you try to digest the insane information you’ve been given-

rex lapis, the oldest of the seven archons of teyvat, is dead.

pierro, the head of the fatui harbingers, is requesting dottore to send one of his subordinates to investigate the scene.

that’s you, you’re dottore’s subordinate.

which means you’ll be sent to investigate an archon’s death. in liyue.

that’s where he is.

your head feels like it’ll explode any second now. the segment, ever so brilliantly clever like his prime version, seems to have the same idea as you and beams a sharp-toothed sadistic grin.

“why my assistant here does seem to be available, wouldn’t you say?” he turns a serpentine stare over to you.

“err… i don’t think i could leave my post here, sir, i am the head nurse after all-“

“nonsense, i doubt the bumbling idiots of this palace will find themselves into anything more troublesome than a papercut while you’re gone.”

oh the irony of hearing that after your… situation the other day. you huff defeatedly, standing up to start packing for your impromptu trip. the mysterious blueprints in the laboratory long forgotten.

—

morepesok hasn’t changed a bit since you left.

which, as much as you love your hometown, isn’t saying much- morepesok is as uneventful as it gets. in such a small seaside snezhnayan village, the only points of interest are the painfully traditional values of fishing and family.

the visit to your parents’ house is brief but comforting, some teary goodbyes and heartfelt words about how pleased and proud they are of what you’ve accomplished for yourself- achieving such a high position in the fatui ranks by merely helping people. you don’t even consider telling them about the doctor.

but what makes you feel worse is the visit to ajax’s family home. it’s like the house has been frozen in time, the place where you spent years of your childhood is intact and unchanged- except for some newer family pictures, of course.

teucer, tonia and anthon are the ones to greet you first, then ajax’s parents come along. huh… ajax. you hadn’t even noticed the switch your brain does whenever you’re back home. here, he’s ajax but in zapolyarny palace, he’s childe or tartaglia. but there’s no time to dig yourself a deeper hole in that topic because you’re presently being pampered like a very own daughter of the house by his parents.

“my dear, look at you! you look so grown and mature… have you been eating well?” his mother walks up to cup your cheeks with the most genuine parental love. she, like the rest of the environment, looks exactly as you remember her, with a few newer white strands betwixt her bright orange curls. well, remember is a strong word.

“tetya, it’s only been a few months since we’ve seen each other, i’m all the same.” you laugh and she reciprocates.

“yes yes, i know… and- oh! as a matter of fact, we saw ajax just this week, said he was being transferred to a northland bank all the way in liyue!”

and when you thought you could not feel shittier about this.

“it is a shame to have our ajax so far from home so suddenly but at least we still have you, dearest!” she grins, pinching your cheek with more vigor than you’ve seen apparent in fatui sergeants.

“hey!” the three younger siblings call out in unison.

“yeah, a-about that, tetya…” you start hesitantly. “i’m… also being transferred to liyue. there have been some unexpected developments and i’ll just be on field to check up on things.”

ajax’s mother huffs incredulously. “by the tsaritsa’s name! they must hate mothers over at that palace!” she shakes her head with disappointment. “speaking of which, have you gone to see your parents yet?” you only nod. “good good… well anyhow, are you in a hurry, dear? i could make you some hot chocolate and then you’re free to be on your way.”

how could you ever deny your tetya’s hot chocolate?

the rest of your stay in the household is spent chatting with the family and playing games with the younger kids, as well as drinking a cup of hot chocolate so delicious you almost cry. the afternoon is nearing its end when you’re walking out the door and teucer is bawling his eyes out at your departure, or maybe he’s just tuckered out.

“have a safe trip, kiddo.” ajax’s father pats you on the shoulder firmly.

“thanks, dyadya, i will.”

“oh! and take care of ajax, make sure he doesn’t get in over his head.” this time it’s tonia who pipes up and the rest of the family nods in agreement.

“bye bye, everyone!” you’re already at the house’s front fence, waving back as fiercely as you can.

the only thing you don’t notice is the knowing look that is shared between tonia and her mother when she mentions ajax.

[august126]

Difference

Pairing: Childe x Reader

Summary :You sidled up to the window, unlatching the glass and drawing the man in front of you by the neck of his jacket in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and his hands rise to your arms, holding tight and deepening the embrace in which you were held - eyes fluttering shut as breaths caressing your cheeks. You pulled away softly, and slowly - nothing burned brighter than the affection you felt for the man in front of you.

Tags:Hurt No Comfort,Implied/Referenced Sex,Fluff and Angst, and Angst

A/N: the summary is an excerpt because im lazy as shit and don't know how to summarize this piece

There is nothing but comfort when you wake, slow and drowsy and ultimately comfortable after the night you've just had. You've forgotten what yesterday was all about, but you did remember some details. There was the unmistakable feeling of a tiredness that clung to your skin, aiding the stretch of your arms and legs to be pleasantly rousing. You sighed into the warm air, feeling sunlight settle on your face.

Next to you, someone shifts.

You feel a brief amount of surprise shock itself into your bones, before catching a glimpse of bright hair - oh, you remembered Childe, of course. Who wouldn't?

You remember the pleasant day you had spent with him, walking amongst the abandoned plateaus of Liyue, enjoying the smooth breeze as it floated up against the two of you. The nearby Liyue harbor was pretty, but you couldn't help but think that there was nothing more beautiful than your beloved, quick on his feet and light with his laugh, as he would move behind you to wrap you in his arms and press a kiss to your hair.

"This is everything I've always wanted," Childe would whisper against your skin. "We were destined to walk these roads together."

The inn hadn't been far away, and there was no further place than Snezhnaya - and although a local inn near Liyue wasn't the most private place to stay, it had been the safest option. Even so, you had gone into the inn alone, and booked a room for one. There had been no need to establish a paper trail.

You had brought him to your room, through the window, to avoid anyone's suspicion. He looked so pretty outside your window, knocking to be let in, moonlight reflecting in his eyes and illuminating his face. His smile - soft and sweet and almost genuine - sparked emotion in your chest.

You sidled up to the window, unlatching the glass and drawing the man in front of you by the neck of his jacket in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and his hands rise to your arms, holding tight and deepening the embrace in which you were held - eyes fluttering shut as breaths caressing your cheeks. You pulled away softly, and slowly - nothing burned brighter than the affection you felt for the man in front of you. As you pulled away to allow Childe through the window, you could do nothing but rest your eyes on him.

He really was easy on the eyes, as he raised his head to catch your gaze, lowering the window shut with no sound at all. Childe was pretty - devastatingly so - and had the confidence to match. Flustering you was one of his favorite activities, with hushed words and aimed exhales and a smirk that never failed to make your knees run weak.

"Hey, baby," he had purred, and approached you.

"Hello, darling," you had teased right back - though your words didn't have as much of an outward effect on your beloved as his words did on you. Your face was a warm, flushed mess already - and you still had the entire night to spare.

Your mouths met in a kiss once again. Burning with desire, you fell back onto the bed.

And now, it was raining.

The soft pattering of water against the window had replaced the sun during your moments of reminiscing, and you found yourself regretful - forlorn, even.

What were you thinking?

It wasn't the regret of a one-night-stand, no - moreso the memories that trickled in with your pleasant day, flashes of secret dates and not quite an affair, but a prior commitment. It was clear - it had been previously made clear by the man you loved so dearly himself - Childe was not in a position to take a lover.

The reason was to be damned - it was clearly his job, and this was made clear by none other than Teucer, your love's brother, who you had met on pure accident one day. If Childe had kept his job a secret from his family - the people who he placed above everyone in this forsaken land...

Based on the way that Childe was still pretending to be asleep, there was no doubt about it - you would not be walking out of this inn satisfied.

"Good morning," you plead, and hope your voice doesn't come out as desperate as you feel. "The rain is nice."

There are never pleasantries in a Harbinger's world.

"This shouldn't have happened," Childe murmurs, and some part of your stomach sinks beneath the realm of retrieval.

"It could be different, with me - right?" You ask, unable to dare and look him in the eyes. "I understand your line of work. I could - archons, Childe, I don't know." Your face burned with shame.

The arm that had lingered against your shoulder - the only source of warmth that had connected you to him - moved away. With a mixture of shock, anger, and stone-cold hurt forming a ball in your stomach, you couldn't help but yearn for his warmth again.

"I wish it could be different," Childe admitted, and if you were not hanging onto his every breath, you would have easily missed the agony clinging to his words.

"Why can't it be this way?" You ask again.

There's silence from your side. Then, "It's too dangerous. I can't having you get hurt." You know from the past, when you've saved his hide many times during a fight, that he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

Tears brim in your eyes as you stare blankly at the ceiling. "I understand," you placate.

You do not understand. Not in the slightest.

"Give me your name," you bargain - something to take with you, to hold precious; something to show he belonged to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, and you wonder when the last time you've heard him apologize was. The words are foreign to you.

You turn to face him, and settle a hand along his stomach. Your fingers rest just above his waistband.

"Once more," you plead.

"Alright."

It feels everything like love, and nothing like how it should end.

[apteryxparvus]

— random boyfriend texts ft. Childe

Pairing — Childe / Reader

Content warning — cringe humor • mentions of drinking

Author's note: just me procrastinating everything else 😋