Childe dating hcs
Characters: Childe x gn!reader
Genre: fluff, crack, contains modern au undertones
A/N: An old ode to @rulaineyu ‘s anxiety (no need to reblog it again bb <3 take care
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This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why
He’s weird. Like a very maniacal boyfriend. Absolutely lives to annoy you with his presence, bc you chose him and he’s a boy with a heart full of questionable morals and ✨𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ✨
The boyfriend that calls you really weird pet names too, like some variation of your name, names of objects in russian or his “sweet potato”
No, they never make sense to you and they seem very random, because they’re quite literally just words, but he thinks it’s funny. He has called you кукуруза (pronounced: kukurusa = corn), хлеб (pronounced: chleb = bread) and камешек (pebble)
Sometimes (most of the time) he’s clingy and needy in a way so obnoxious, that he’s whining for attention just for the heck of it.
So you have this 6 foot something tall ass white twink towering and padding after you like a puppy, chin resting on your shoulder while he squeezes you in his arms.
When kissing you, be it your arms, shoulder, neck or face, he likes to purposefully go “mwah”, to indicate out loud as for just how many kisses he’s littered all over you with a goofy smile plastered on his face. Sometimes he buries his face in your neck afterwards. You can feel his smile on your skin.
Would go to public playground with you and his younger siblings. He would totally climb up somewhere and yell down to you to catch your attention.
“HONEY LOOK HOW TALL I AM”
“You were already tall before you climbed up there!”
He always returns to you at some point though, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to cushion your head while his hand plays with your fingers.
He also always has snacks? They just. Spawn.
Also loves to spoil you rotten and treat you as royalty. So you really shouldn’t mention often that you “want” or “need” something OR HELL GET IT FOR YOU THATS NO JOKE
Absolutely adores cooking for your or with you!! Often times you can spot him thoughtfully scanning over the table for missing ingredients. Standing in all of his masculine glory of an oversized shirt and sweatpants, a frilly apron and grandma slippers.
Will teasingly criticise the shape of your pelmeni wrapping method before creeping up behind you to guide your hands on how to achieve the perfect little Russian dumpling <3
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Failed to resist the urge to post a snippet from chapter 16. This is my way of 🤝ing @godsfavoritescientist over the "grieving ex-worshiper who never figured out how to fill the gap left by a false god" Ford characterization.
Ford didn't move. He was still staring at the neon sign of an eyed triangle hanging in the psychic shop's window.
Did the "psychic" who ran this shop actually know what that symbol meant, Ford wondered? Did Bill have a worshiper here? Perhaps just another believer who'd been recruited by one of the micro-cults Bill left in his wake, five degrees removed from a former "student" that Bill had "inspired" and then abandoned half a century ago? Or had Bill met them in their dreams? Had he been summoned up to give them knowledge of the future—did they remember Bill as the central figure in a visionary dream that now made up the core of their spirituality? Maybe he'd visited them more than once, while trying to decide whether they'd be useful to him? Perhaps he'd been grooming the fortune teller into his minion, feeding them lines he wanted to pass on to a local politician or scientist? Did he ever play board games with them?
Did they worship him still?
Did they know their god was dead?
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There'd been an ache in Ford's chest for over thirty years—an empty pit that once held awe—a dark void that used to be filled with starlight. Ford knew now that, metaphorically speaking, the divine light Bill put off had never been anything but optical illusions with flashlights and mirrors. But even so—even so, nothing and nobody had inspired such sublime wonder in Ford since.
During his lowest moments out in the multiverse, starving and exhausted and despairing, he'd irrationally wondered if the unimpressable depression left in Bill's wake was evidence that Bill had been truly that great, too great for a human like Ford to understand, and the shadow cast on his life in Bill's absence was the natural consequence of turning away from something godlike.
Ford had gotten over that. He'd recovered, he'd grown. He understood the truth: Bill's parlor tricks had dazzled his eyes so thoroughly that now he couldn't detect the subtler glimmer of the truly wondrous. He wondered if his eyes would ever adjust to the dark again.
Whether he liked it or not, he missed the way mind-blowing awe felt. He missed being dazzled.
There were days when he wasn't sure what he resented Bill for more: vomiting so much glittery garbage into his soul, or stopping.
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I think dragon Zhongli would have an exceptionally big boy stretch after a deep sleep with his partner.
Like he wakes up, hair a little fuzzed up and he streeeetches and the way he sighs with his deep voice just rumbling through his whole chest, his marks and horns lighting up ever so slightly in contentment.
Then he could either go about his day or immediately snuggle back into you, burying his nose in your hair and purring like an old engine.
tbh…I treat dragon Zhongli like an overgrown cat.
I think I’m right.
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