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hitomisuzuya · 10 months

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Childe Birthday Special. Childe x fem!reader. Smut. Childe receiving and giving. Cunilligus. Breeding kink. Some fluff thrown in here and there.

The grin that broke out on Childe's face when you told him that you wanted to spoil him on his birthday was so big. He had more than a few ways in mind for you spoil him.

His first request actually made him blush when he said it: "Can you call me husband today?" To which you responded with a nod and a soft smile. "Of course, my husband." You would always remember the way his beautiful blue eyes lit up.

Before you knew it, Childe asked you to get on your knees, and give him the sloppiest blow job of his life. Listening to the wet sucking sounds your mouth was making was erotic to him. "Fuck, girlie," He groaned, his grip tightening on your hair while he thrust into your mouth, "grind your mouth on my cock again, I'm close to cumming down your pretty throat."

You vibrated a moan onto his cock, flattening your tongue on the vein that budged to the surface on his cock. Childe hissed in pleasure, his eyes rolling closed, letting out a husky groan while he held your head in place, making you choke on his cock.

You coughed, your throat spasmed and convulsed on his cock as you blinked back tears. Childe stared, transfixed at the precum and drool spilling from your mouth.

"Swallow it all-ah-fuck-like a good girl," He said between broken moans of pleasure. His cock throbbed in your mouth before his cum spilled into your mouth. His thighs trembled, fucking himself into your throat while you sucked him off to help his chase his high.

It was a long moment before he pulled his cock wetly from your mouth. You immediately proceeded to press kitten licks on his cock until he was hard again.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," Childe commanded, looking down at you with lust filled, hazy eyes as you did as your were told. He moved behind you, putting his hands on your hips.

His tongue swept out to lick a long line down your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit. You whimpered in pleasure, your clit throbbing on his tongue. He groaned in bliss into your cunt, slipping his tongue inside of you to swirl between your walls.

It didn't take him long to have your walls clamping tight around his tongue, making you grip the sheets white knuckled. You fell onto your elbows, your thighs trembling while you pushed your hips back into his tongue.

"Please make me cum, Childe!" You cried out, the knot of your orgasm tightening to snap with every swirl of his tongue and sucks on your cunt.

As much as he would've enjoyed making you squirt on his tongue, he decided he'd much rather make you cum screaming on his cock.

"Keep that gorgeous ass high up in the air for me," He said, smacking a hand across your ass. He teased his leaking cock at your entrance before he thrust himself inside of you.

You cried out for him, burying your face into the pillow. His hips snapped into yours. This man was driven with the intent to breed you, pushing his cock deep enough inside of you to make a bulge poke up on your stomach.

Childe nearly drooled when he felt it with his hands. He gripped your hips tighter, kissing his cock against your sweet spot, enjoying the way you writhed in pleasure, pushing your hips eagerly back into his cock.

Groaning, he smacked a hand across your ass again. "Fuck, girlie, you are so fucking tight. Maybe I'll put a baby inside of you tonight," His cock throbbed inside of you, begging for release as your cunt clenched around his cock.

You knew how much Childe wanted a family of his own. He often talked about how Tuecer would be able to have someone to play with.

You mewled in protest when he suddenly pulled out of you, only to have him flip you over onto your back, and fold your body into a mating press. He slammed himself back inside of you, making his name tear from your throat in a scream of pleasure.

Childe thrust his cock inside of you with twice the urgency, a white ring forming onto his cock as he kissed it deep against your sweet spot.

You wrapped your arms around him as he leaned down to kiss you. It was his favorite thing to do before he spilled his seed inside of you. He loved the intimacy of a deep, passionate open mouthed kiss. And he could never get enough of feeling your whines and moans of pleasure on his mouth.

"Cum for me," Childe moaned, pulling away for only to moment to bite at your lips. You couldn't ever deny him anything, especially in the throes of passion.

Your walls clenched gummy around his cock one final time, seeing stars as the coil of your orgasm broke apart, bringing your release to flood on his cock.

The feeling made him instantly cum inside of you, his whole body quivering in pleasure, his moans of pleasure mingling with yours, muffled against his mouth.

You whimpered in pleasure, curling and gliding your tongue on his, sucking on it while he took great care in fucking his cum back inside of you. Childe was delighted when not a single drop leaked from your cunt.

Childe collapsed on top of you, panting. "Happy Birthday, my dear husband," You said, brushing some hair from his eyes. He grinned down at you, his eyes reflecting the same haze of fucked out bliss that clouded yours.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #childe #childe smut #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #happy birthday childe

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ukanomiyaki · 10 months

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Tartaglia/Scaramouche

“I want you to ruin me.”

Scaramouche says the words all thick and sweet, like honey made of flowers that should not be able to bloom for more than once a lifetime. He says it with eyes glassy, vulnerable in a way that a doll of god should not be.

He runs his fingers against the cheek of a human man.

He watches as the man stares at him with wide blue eyes. They are void, like the ocean. They are lies, like the sky.

“Ruin me,” Scaramouche says again, force feeding his words to the man on top of him. He shoves it into Tartaglia so he would swallow it no matter what.

He doesn’t know how to answer.

And it’s hard for Scaramouche to say that he needs this, more than anything. He needs to be broken because being broken in the hand of a human for yet another lifetime is the only way for him to remember them for eternity.

Eternity is something Tartaglia doesn’t have. Nothing makes it clearer than today, as the numbers of his age change.

So, he has to break Scaramouche.

A new apocalypse, a new collapse.

Instead, Tartaglia blinks slowly. He breathes, parting those rough lips.

“What if I don’t want to?” He asks. “What if I want to love you instead?”

Scaramouche wants to tell him to stop offering him lies.

#chiscara #genshin fanfic #genshin drabbles #tartagalia genshin impact #tartaglia #genshin childe #genshin scaramouche #happy birthday childe

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ventique-genshin · 10 months

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Happy birthday to the anti-mujina specialist Childe 🎉

#happy birthday childeeeee #I remember going goo goo gaga over him before wanderer came and ruined my life lmao #i still love childe #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #genshin childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin impact childe #childe #tartaglia #happy birthday childe #タルタリヤ生誕祭2023 #genshin chibi

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tartali-dominion · 10 months

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A mall in China celebrates Childe's birthday.

I swear the fans are insane for this, to have 💧🔶 together celebrating the other's birthday kyaaaaa

#genshin impact #zhongli #childe tartagalia #tartali #happy birthday childe

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soreillia · 10 months

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HBD Tartaglia

#tartali #childe x zhongli #happy birthday childe #tartaglia x zhongli

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dumbstuffsstuff · 10 months

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Tartaglia’s Birthday Present || Happy Birthday Childe Special || Lee!Childe

Happy Birthday to the skrunkly!! I also have a very late (im sorry for the delays, ive been having writer’s block) Kaveh birthday special fic coming out soon! As soon as I finish writing it. Anyways Enjoy!!

Lee!Tartaglia

Ler!Zhongli, Aether, Teucer

Tartaglia wakes up feeling as great as ever. His birthday is today!

And he feels excited to spend time with the ones he loves. He gets dressed quickly and hums as he walks through the city of Liyue.

That’s when two of his favorite faces startle him in the street.

“Happy Birthday, Tartaglia!!” Aether cheers, holding a large box wrapped in pretty paper.

“Happy Birthday, Tartaglia,” Zhongli is carrying a bottle of champagne. He takes Childe by the arm and wraps his own around it. Tartaglia’s cheeks flush with happiness and excitement.

“Aha! Wow! All this for me?” Childe chuckles as the three walk in sync.

“Of course!” Aether smiles.

“You’re only getting older…” Zhongli teases. Tartaglia gasps and shoves him playfully.

“I’ll never catch up to you that’s for sure,” he snorts. Zhongli eyes him and pinches his side.

“HYAHA!” The ginger jumps away from his partner’s grasp, holding his sides and walking with a blush on his nose,

“D-Don’t do that in public!”

Aether snickers at the dramatic reaction that Tartaglia had. Zhongli also smiles.

“We have a surprise for you,” Zhongli says. Tartaglia is hesitant, but takes the older’s arm again and allows himself to be walked to Wangshu Inn.

The three of them check into the hotel, as it turns out, Zhongli had booked a hotel room for the three of them.

The moment Zhongli opens the door to the room, Tartaglia’s smile turns into an expression of emotional mirth.

“Teucer?!” he yells out when he sees his litte brother sitting on the couch surrounded by birthday decorations.

“Big brother!!” Teucer runs to hug his brother and Tartaglia returns a tight bear hug, picking him up and blowing raspberries into his neck to make him giggle.

“Ahaha big brother! IhI am so hahappy to see you!” Teucer smiles, “Come on! Bring your friends!” He leads Childe inside and Zhongli and Aether follow.

“You guys really did all this for me?” Tartaglia admires the red and gold decorations.

“Of course,” Zhongli sets aside the champagne for later and sits down with the others on the couch, “And this is not the only surprise we have in store for you~”

Zhongli winks at Teucer who winks at Aether and they all turn to smirk at the birthday boy.

“Why are y’all looking at me like that?” Childe sweats.

“ATTACK!!” Teucer calls out and suddenly Tartaglia is tackled to the floor. Childe in return shrieks.

“EEP! GUHuhuys! Whahat is going on?!”

“We are delivering you your birthday present, brother,” Teucer grins as he sits above his brother’s head, wiggling his fingers over him tauntingly.

Childe realizes what’s happening and begins to squirm, but Zhongli and Aether already have him pinned. With Morax on his waist and Aether on his legs, there wasn’t much he could do other than watch as their thirty threatening fingers approached his skin.

Now he had wished he’d worn a different shirt.

“Wahahahit guhuyss!! Whahat kind of gihift is thinis?!!” Childe giggles before they even touch him.

“A present that Teucer told us that you’d enjoy. And we all kind of already knew you would anyway…” Zhongli taunts.

“I wonder…” Aether thinks out loud and scribbles his socked soles.

“AHAETher! Nahahahaoo!! Wahahaahitt!!”

“I told you! He’s very ticklish!” Teucer giggles. Tartaglia’s face turns pinkish and he hides his face in his hands.

“Don’t hide that smile from us now,” Zhongli smirks and he pins his arms to his sides and holds them down with his knees.

“Zhohohongli! Dohont you dahare!”

With that, Morax dug into his exposed stomach, tracing his abs and skittering his lower tummy.

“MOHOHORAAAHAHAXX!!”

“Hehe, his tummy is his worst spot,” Teucer teases and begins to wiggle his fingers against his brother’s neck. Childe scrunches his shoulders and squirms side to side.

“NNNAAAHAHAHA!! T-Teuhucer! Thahat is tohop secret information!!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone else,” Teucer says innocently.

Aether squeezes and pinches his knee caps, causing him to spasm.

“AHEHEEK! Aether! Ahahaetherr!! Thahat tihihickless!!”

“And how about here, hm?” Zhongli scribbles all over the center of his stomach, Childe bucks his hips and cries in laughter.

“ZHOHOHONGLIII!! AHAHAHA!! IHITS SOOHOHOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

“And yet you haven’t asked us to stop.”

“WHAHA-!! SHUHUT UHUHUPP!”

“Hey,” he says, “watch your language. There’s children present.” Zhongli pinches his hips in retaliation.

“YEEEHEHEP! NAHAHAT THEHEHEREE!! IM SOHOHORRY FOR MY LAHANGUAGE!”

“Yeah! Get em Mr. Zhongli!”

“I feel like I’ve forgotten something…” Aether thinks to himself quietly.

“BUAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“pfffttt!!”

Tartaglia loses himself in his laughter when both Zhongli and Teucer begin to blow raspberries on his bare stomach and neck.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHE! MOHORAX! TEUHUHCER! GUHUHUYSS!! OHOHOKAYY!! OHOKAY I GEHET IT! PLEHEHEEHASE! THAHAT’S ENOHOHOUGHh…! AHahahahah..! Hehehehe..!”

The tickling comes to a stop. Tartaglia is left on the floor breathless and blushing. The three friends help the poor ginger in regaining his composure. Bringing him water and hugging him.

“Did you enjoy your gift, brother?”

Childe looks over to Zhongli with a blush, but admits, “Yes Teucer, I very much enjoyed my birthday present. Thank you!”

Teucer giggles with happiness that he succeeded in making his brother laugh.

“HEY!” Says a loud and ear piercing voice. The three jump and Aether realizes what he’d forgotten.

The present box Aether had brought bursts open to reveal a big birthday cake with Paimon hiding in the center of the cake.

“You forgot about Paimon! I was suppose to be the big surprise! Are you surprised, Tartaglia?”

“I’m very surprised actually,” he smiles and serves some cake to everyone, cuddling with his beloved family on the couch.

It really was a great birthday.

#aaaaaaaa #happy birthday childe #my beloved #baby booboo gummy bear #/lhj #tickles #tickle #tickle content #tickle fluff #sfw #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickling #sfw tickle #tickle fic #tickle fanfiction #lee!childe

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — I'VE KNOWN YOU FONDLY FOR MANY NIGHTS (CHILDE X READER).

#. synopsis! — once again, childe spills in through your bedroom window with a new wound that he relies on you to care for. you think about the ways he's remained so similar to the boy he once was when you were both quite a bit younger, and when his doubts spiral, you remind him that love will always find a way .

#. characters! —childe.

#. warnings! — angst , mentions of wounds/injuries .

#. word count! — 2.9k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Childe is many things to many people. To some, he’s just a passing traveler who comes and goes with the breeze. To others, he’s a charming investor with Mora lined pockets or Hell on the battlefield when he wields swords honed from hydro and a sharp-shooting bow he’s learning to use with precision. But to you, Childe is little more than the young boy that used to stumble through your bedroom window at night, hoping for comfort and aid to fresh wounds from his training. Back then, he was skilled with melee weapons and held his own in any fight, but his defenses were low and he was careless.

Looking back, you swiftly realize that he’s always had quite a lust for blood; —for danger and adrenaline. Nowadays, his alignment with the Fatui just makes a little too much sense. Though you know he doesn’t often find himself agreeing with the organization’s methods or justifications, Childe fights in their name because it makes him feel alive. You can’t say you understand his obsession with violence and retribution, but you like to think you understand him.

As much as one can possibly understand someone like Childe, anyway.

You still remember those nights like the back of your hand. He would often wake you up in the dead of night, clumsily pushing your bedroom window open and ungracefully falling to the floor. It used to scare you, and the first time he did it you nearly jumped out of your skin, but as the years went by and he continued to fight, continued to train, continued to get himself hurt; you simply got used to it.

A cold gust of wind sweeping in from the outside was enough to alert you of his presence, even as he got better at stealthing his way through the entrance process as he got older.

You’d roll over in bed, bleary eyes searching the darkest corners of your room, looking for where the moonlight would spill in through the now-open window. On any given night, you’d find Childe in any state of obvious pain. When the both of you were barely old enough to be teenagers, he was less accustomed to getting hurt. It was then that he’d be curled in on himself, sometimes folded on his knees, other times completely down for the count on your bedroom floor.

As the both of you grew up, he became much less submissive to wounds, and you became less frightened by the sight of his blood on your hardwood floor.

“Again?” You’d grow to ask each time, sometimes worried, sometimes annoyed, depending on how injured he seemed to be.

And in turn, he began to give you a single reply.

“Sorry,” he’d say with an amused smile that hid layers of pain beneath it, “—I guess it can’t be helped.”

Sometimes you’d counter that with something along the lines of: “It could be helped if you’d only stop fighting.” But it was clear he didn’t like it when you’d make comments like that, so you’d rarely do it. No matter how foolish he was, he was your dearest friend, and years down the line, he’d end up as your lover.

He’s ruined a lot of your bedsheets over the years, for various reasons. . . The most common of them being blood and dirt from his long hours of training. Explaining your need for new sheets to your parents became a hassle, and they’d ask far too many questions in the wake of it, so you took up work under an herbalist who doubled as an agent for the Fatui as soon as you were old enough to do so. It made for pocket change to say the least, and it afforded you the ability to better care for Childe on the nights when he’d come to you in need.

On nights just like this one.

“Again?” You question, a small sigh escaping your lips.

He stands in your room, the time inching on three in the morning. He looks washed out in the stark moonlight that filters in through your bedroom window. This small house, however, is yours alone. You no longer have anyone to answer about your sullied bed sheets or the odd stains on your hardwood floor. Childe’s right arm hangs a little too limp for comfort, but his left is curled around his stomach, hand clutching at his opposite side. You sigh when he offers you that same dopey smile, eyes curving into little crescent moons.

“Sorry,” he apologizes half-heartedly, “I guess it can’t be helped.”

You pull yourself to your feet and make haste in his direction. He’s standing on his own well enough, so the damage can’t be too severe, but you worry for him always nonetheless. A part of you even wonders if he likes the way concern flashes through your eyes when you see him like this. . . If it helps him to better understand that you love him. That you care.

“Come,” you say simply, offering him your body to support a portion of his weight against, “sit down and don’t make any sudden movements. The last thing either of us needs is you making your wounds any worse.”

The strained little laugh he gives you in reply is both irritating and melodic. You wish he’d take better care of his own well-being, but in the moment, if he’s laughing at least you know things aren’t as bad as they could be.

Hopefully.

He smells of iron and wet earth from the snow covered ground. His clothes are damp and freezing to the touch. It’s a miracle they hadn’t frosted over by the time he reached your house.

“You should really be wearing your coat, you know,” you say to him.

“It’s so heavy and clunky,” Childe all but pouts in reply. “It restricts my movements way too much for me to wear it when I train or go on missions.”

“Frostbite and hypothermia will also restrict your movements,” you answer bluntly.

He thinks it’s charming.

“Fair enough,” he snickers.

“Open your jacket and let me see your chest,” you say, knowing that arguing with him about the coat would be a pointless endeavor.

“I like it when you’re demanding,” he says, —half joking, half serious as he does as he’d been told.

You roll your eyes in reply, but don’t entertain him with a verbal one.

None of his injuries seem to be all that bad, but you’d wager to bet they don’t feel too great. A long gash runs along his side, not deep enough to be fatal or to cause any long-term damage from the looks of it, but it’ll likely scar over in the long run. Other than that, he has a plethora of bruises and his knuckles are glaringly red on his right hand, but otherwise, he seems alright.

“You’re lucky,” you mumble, “I recently brought some supplies home from work, and the petals of this flower aid in disinfection as well as swelling reduction.”

“Will it hurt?” He asks.

“Yeah, probably,” you answer honestly, pointing with your index finger, “but you can bite down on my pillow if you need to.”

“Lucky me,” Childe states blankly, head tilting back as you slip down onto your knees in front of him in order to have proper access to the wound you’re treating.

Despite his agitation of it, the bleeding seems to have stopped a considerable amount of time ago. Even now, —with his clothes dirty and wet, hair disheveled, face showing obvious signs of exhaustion— he looks pretty. Despite all his flaws, —the bloodlust, the recklessness, the constant desire for adrenaline— he’s anything but bad. At least in your eyes. Everyone is free to form their own opinions, but when he loves you the way he does, you can’t seem to say anything truly negative about him.

Maybe you’re a little blinded by your own lovesickness, but so be it. Because Childe, more than being a Harbinger, an adrenaline junkie, a masochist, a sadist, —more than anything else at all— is the man you love.

He hisses a little when you press the petals to his open wound, lathering the moisture they secrete along the edges of the gash. You finish the process as quickly as possible, even if he might deserve a little bit of the extra pain as a reminder to stop disregarding his own body for the sake of completing missions and keeping up with his extensive training schedule.

“Sorry,” you say softly, putting the used, slightly bloodied petals to the side now that you’ve finished.

“It’s what I get for sucking at dodging,” Childe says.

“You’re already an offensive combat pro,” you point out, “I’ve seen you train, and I’ve seen you fight genuinely. Your weakness is that you don’t seem to fear the repercussions of letting yourself dive in headfirst everytime.”

“I’ve heard that sentiment enough for one day,” he answers, but doesn’t brush your criticism off. “I’m a little rash, I know, but I always come back alive.”

“And I’d like to keep it that way,” you comment softly, avoiding his gaze.

Instead, you busy your hands with gathering dressings for his wound. Silence falls between the two of you for a bit, —a tense kind of silence that you can hardly move your way through. Looking up at his face isn’t something you’re keen on doing when quiet falls over you both like this, so you keep your attention on tending to him.

“This might hurt a little,” you murmur, “just be patient and don’t move, otherwise I might have to start over.”

He says nothing in return, but you assume he’s in agreement. Besides that, Childe has never been much of a fussy patient. Sometimes, you wonder if he likes the way the pain feels. When his wound has been completely covered and disinfected, free from germs and debris, you give him a quick checkover, —just to be sure. There’s nothing left for you to do, as all his other injuries at present are little more than bruises and redness. Even the arm that was hanging a little limp at first seems fine, if a little sore at most.

“Are you staying the night?” You ask.

Childe thinks about it for a moment, but ultimately decides that it would likely be for the best. For his mind, body, and soul.

“If that’s alright with you,” he nods.

“Fine by me,” you confirm. “But you’ve gotta change out of those clothes before you lay down.”

Most of his clothes are here at your house anyway. Honestly, this house is just as much his as it is yours; it’s just that he doesn’t often have the liberty of sleeping here when he’s got so many things on his plate. Especially with the passing of the Eighth Harbinger and all the unfinished business she left in her wake.

Once more, Childe does as you ask of him.

In fact, he often does so. Anything short of leaving the Fatui, skipping missions, and taking care of himself, Childe will do for you. Those three things aren’t likely to happen anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop trying. Maybe one day he’ll understand the world through your eyes a little better. . .

“Actually,” he says, voice soft and maybe even a tiny bit solemn, “can we talk for a bit?”

You’ve no reason to refuse, so you give him a nod and welcome him next to you on the edge of the bed (in his clean, dry clothes.)

“What’s up?” You inquire, reaching out to smooth your palm over the fabric covering his thigh, —the one on the leg closest to you. “Is everything okay?”

“Okay as it can be,” he replies vaguely.

“But you’ve been on my mind a lot recently.”

“Me?”

“You,” he says, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The smile doesn’t seem to reach his eyes.

“I just. . . Worry that you’ll get tired of this. And I’d understand if you did, because I couldn’t imagine being in your position, always having to look after me when I come crawling to you like a scared dog with my tail between my legs,” he admits.

It’s quite unlike Childe to be so vulnerable, so you honor his bravery with an equally genuine response. “I won’t lie and say it’s always easy to see you like this. There are days when it feels like all I can do is sit and worry about you, and that anxiety doesn’t leave until I see your face again. Until I know that you’re okay,” you confess.

“But, more than that, I look forward to seeing you. Even like this, when I know I’ll need to step up and care for whatever it is you’ve done to yourself. In a way, I think I even look forward to it. Not the injuries, obviously, but. . . Having you here. Knowing you’ll be more likely to stay for a while longer. Knowing that you’re here, and I don’t have to worry while you’re sleeping beside me.”

“Sometimes, I wish I’d never met you,” Childe concedes. “Or, even that you’d just grow to hate me. Kick me out of your life and never look back. Forget all about me and move on so you’d never have to worry again.”

“Well, it’s a little late for all of that now,” you shrug. “I’m already in way too deep. I love you, and I can’t imagine not loving you.”

“I almost wish you didn’t.”

Almost.

Your hand moves from his clothed thigh to the back of his neck, the pads of your fingers brushing against the tips of his ginger locks. He’s a little taken aback when you kiss him, lips slotting with his, but he moves in tandem quickly. He knows your lips well by this point in his life, has felt them in every way and every state he can possibly imagine, from the smooth brush of them against his shoulder to the chapped slide of them against his neck. Every single time, it stirs those butterflies in his stomach, —leaves him feeling like that little boy who used to crawl in ungracefully through the window of your bedroom at night.

“Listen,” you say firmly, “you’re not perfect. Sometimes, you drive me absolutely fucking insane. You run off and get yourself into a bunch of bad situations, and there are times when I know you want to talk about something, but you laugh it off and stuff it down. I wish you’d be more honest with me, I wish you’d come to see me and stay for a while more often. But beyond that, every single thing I just said consistently pales in comparison to how much I love you.”

Childe swallows.

“I would walk this entire nation barefoot if it meant I could have you here forever. Because no matter how many times you come in like you just did, covered in grime and bleeding all over my new bed sheets, —I love you. I’d rather you ruin all my sheets for the rest of my life than leave me alone. Not because I can’t survive without you, —but because I don’t want to. It’s not about needing you. It’s not about necessity. I just want you.”

He’s at a little bit of a loss now. Or, a lot of a loss, rather.

Someone wanting him is. . . New.

Internalizing it is new, anyway. Because you’ve felt this way the entire time, and he’d just been a little blind to it all up until this moment. It’s just that everyone always seems to want something from him, rather than simply hoping he’d show up. But here you are with him, tending to his wounds again, taking care of him in the dead of night.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” he snickers a little, hoping to break the ice and the tension further, “it makes me want to be selfish when it comes to you.”

“Then be selfish,” you answer plainly. “When it comes to you, —I’m selfish too. I’d take every last second of your time if I could have it.”

“I’d give it to you if I could,” he replies, guilt edging its way to the forefront of his words.

He's by no means unaware of just how often he's gone. And even when he's with you, the both of you know it's only a matter of time before he has to head out elsewhere.

“It’s just a little daydream of mine is all,” you brush it off. “I don’t need it all. I just want you, no matter how long I can have you, when, where, or in what way. Even if all you do is smile at me when you pass me by.”

“Don’t be silly, I couldn’t keep myself on a leash like that,” Childe jokes again. “Especially not when it comes to you.”

“I’m glad,” you tell him truthfully.

“Hearing you say that makes me happy. Knowing that you want me too. . . It means a lot to me.”

“I think I might even want you a little more than you want me,” he replies, playfully making it into a competition.

“Aren’t you the one who just said you wish I didn’t love you?” You answer with a snicker.

“Too soon!”

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggle, and it lights him up from the inside out.

The smile he offers you this time around is genuine, and it sparks that glimmer in his eyes. As it should.

“Point is, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he answers without missing a beat.

And I guess it can’t be helped.

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