Request From Anonymous:
Autistic!Reader that doesn't really know they're autistic yet so Childe shows them like his favorite stims and encouraging them to stim whenever he sees them getting excited over something and encouraging their info dumps?
Here you go!
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"Hey! I got something fun."
This wasn't an uncommon thing for Childe to say, coming home and showing you objects that didn't seem to have a defined purpose, but were designed like they did have one- one was a bracelet with a few beads on it, and when turned, it would change shape, appearing differently, but still intricate no matter how it was fashioned.
He liked the delicate clicking noises it made, not too overwhelming, but just enough that he could control it. You could see how he smiled- calmed, at least a little.
"Where do you even find these things?" You asked, enamored with the bracelet.
"Just- a friend who makes special things. They make a lot of stuff like this- it's good for empty hands. I shipped a few back home... I'm unsure if all my siblings will like it, but I think Teucer will. He's the most like me, and usually likes things I do." He explained, still toying with one of the bracelets.
It was an enchanting sight, but-
"Do you ever feel silly, playing with toys?" You asked, and Childe paused, looking at you curiously,
"I mean, should I?" he asked. "It... well, it's nice. It helps... I don't know how to describe it. it's like- I have my consciousness, you know, the bit that makes decisions, then my subconscious, that looks out for things when my consciousness is busy. But, sometimes, my subconsciousness gets... bored. And then it bugs my consciousness to find something to do- Having things like this to do keeps my subconscious happy, so my consciousness can still get things done."
He paused and laughed... maybe a little nervous. "It's weird, yeah. But isn't everyone a little weird?"
"Maybe." You paused, "I'm not sure if I feel exactly the same... but I do get it. Like I need something to do with my hands, and... when I do, it feels nice."
"Do you have any toys like this?" He asked,
"No, I don't... I guess I never thought about it."
"Wait, really?"
"I thought that's just how people were," You explained, "That we had to deal with stuff like that."
"... Well," Childe paused, "Most people aren't like that. But that's not a bad thing! Here, you saw what I did with the bracelet. Try it yourself." He said, handing it over.
You paused, "I don't want to break it."
"Don't worry about that. Even if you did, I could go get another one made. Just try it." He asked, excitedly watching as, with an unsure grip, began to adjust the bracelet, feeling it move in your hands, twist around as it seemed, almost like magic, to make new shapes.
You kept at it, finding new shapes repeatedly, and by the time you looked back at Childe, he was sitting at the table nearby, watching you, his arms folded over the table as he rested his head on them, a fond smile on his face.
"Feels nice, huh?"
"I'm sorry, I got distracted-"
"No sorry's, you didn't do anything," He insisted, jumping up, "But it felt great didn't it? I only see you that happy when you see something new for your hobbies!"
"But-"
"Did you like it? Serious question." Childe insisted,
"Yeah... it felt nice."
"Okay, that's it. No more ifs or buts. You're happy. I don't see you that happy- you always seem... a little miserable, if I'm honest."
"I... I get a little excitable when I'm happy."
Childe... frowned. "Yeah? And... what's wrong with that?"
"People tend to get... weirded out, when I'm excited."
"And?" Childe asked, "Okay, maybe in public it's a little harder to deal with... but it's just you and me. Is that why you clam up whenever I ask about your hobbies?"
You pause, and he sighs, slightly exasperated, "Here, keep the bracelet- actually, no, tell me your favorite colors. I'll get one commissioned just for you."
"You don't have to do that-"
"Let me, then," Childe said fondly, "I want to. I can get matching ones." He insisted again, "Now... Should we get food, and this time, no hiding your excitement, and you can tell me what you've wanted to tell me?"
"... Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I get kind of loud and jumpy..."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure," He pinches your cheek, and puckers out his lips a little, "My wittle silly-"
You laugh, pushing him away, "Stop with that voice," Despite the words, you were smiling. He was, too.
"Come on- We can get your favorite- And we can make sure to get the texture right this time. Weird, how it varies, huh?"
"... Yeah, it is."
...
But it was a little freeing, seeing how little he minded things that were so commonly seen as childish.
... Funny. His code-name, nickname, whatever it was called, kind of fit that idea...
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