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versadies · 1 month

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MY LOVE, MINE, ALL MINE (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my love, mine, all mine

ADDRESSED. neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, diluc, itto, tartaglia, kaveh, kaeya (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. what body part they kiss the most (sfw)

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (not sorry), possible grammar errors, mentions of battle, mentions of blood (capitano, childe)

POST-SCRIPT. all these characters are nothing but pokemons to me, i see one, i'll collect one in game. part two will come soon (with zhongli, wriothesley, ayato, thoma, pierro, and pantalone!)

LINKS. masterlist / taglist / part two

HANDS – Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Capitano, Diluc

NEUVILLETTE kisses your knuckles the most. To him, he believes that kissing you on the lips is far too intimate to be seen in public, preferring to do it in closed doors where it’s just the two of you alone, and so he often kisses your knuckles whenever he can.

Whenever he does, one of his glove-covered hands would reach towards yours before lifting it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with care as though your hand is a delicate treasure, as if every kiss is a promise that he’ll hold your heart with care and unwavering devotion.

It doesn’t help that you often find your cheeks warming up when his intense violet-shaded eyes look at yours, and no words were enough for you to explain the connection that you both have from just a simple stare.

By the time he pulls away from your hand, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Oh, do you have a fever, my dear?” He asks worriedly, removing one of his gloves to check on the temperature of your forehead after kissing your knuckles out of nowhere while the two of you were lounging on the couch in his office. “Fret not, I can make something that can ease your fever away.” He adds, before standing up and rushes away to make a drink that will help you ease yourself, unaware that he’s the reason for your flustered state.

Ah, the things you’d do for this sweet man of yours.

The same goes for ALHAITHAM when it comes to kissing you in public. He believes that the two of you kissing on each other’s lips should be private with no one to ruin it or spoil the intimacy, and so you often find him kissing you in other parts instead – specifically, your hands or cheeks.

It’s rare for him to kiss you in public since he’s not much of a PDA man, but when he does, it happens at a quiet or secluded moment when the world seems to be muted around you two. When Alhaitham finds himself staring at you for too long, he couldn’t help but smoothly put his hand on top of yours, and raises your hand towards his lips to kiss it.

His turquoise-shaded eyes stay on yours when you look at him, never looking away as you feel his lips on your skin, bringing chills to your spine from the feeling. The way he stares at you is as if he knows your deepest secrets and desires, and knows what sets you off to make your knees become jelly-like.

It doesn’t help that he’d casually act as if nothing happened after, as if it’s just a casual thing to do (it is, to him), leaving you staring at him with your mouth agape.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asks, hiding a small smirk as he glances at you.

He definitely knows what he’s doing.

CAPITANO is a strong man with a physique that could make anyone intimidated – both vision-holders and non-vision holders alike. It’s no doubt that such a powerful man like him would most likely be found in numerous battlefields, bringing the Tsaritsa many victories that she deserves.

So it’s a strange sight to see said strong man on one knee, holding your hand as he gives it an affectionate kiss. He does it in a way that’s as though you’re a deity worth worshiping. He’s a captain by others, but to you, he’s your knight in shining armor (that’s corrupted by bloodshed and death, but we don’t talk about that here).

You cannot see the expression he makes, but the way he kisses your hand is enough for you to know how much this man, who had killed so many and left no mercy to his opponents, is soft and caring for you. He kisses with care, as if afraid that you’ll shatter if he doesn’t control his strength.

It became a custom for him to be on one knee and kiss your hand whenever he comes home to you from another mission – which is perhaps more often than you both like to admit. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to do such things, he does it anyway. In a way, it’s his way of apologizing to you for the lost time, and will do anything to make it up to you.

And he always did, with gifts, comfort, and of course, love.

“I’m home, my love.” He spoke, with a hint of affection in his gruff voice that usually holds so much authority, kissing your hand tenderly.

DILUC is a gentleman by heart, and although he’s seen as the epitome of perfection around Mondstadt, he is seen indoors as a vulnerable man who you dearly care for. For so long, the two of you have found comfort and love within one another in the dimly lit room that you both share in the manor. He’s your warmth, and you’re his pillar.

In private, where no one could see underneath the aloof and courteous man but you, he’d tiredly wrap his arms around you as he sighed in contentment. It’s normal for a man such as him to be so tired from work, so tired from his duties, and so tired from everything outside of his manor, but he is never tired of you, his beloved spouse who he treasures. He’s a zealous soul who cares not for wealth and materialism, but for the people of Mondstadt and the ones he loves.

Your hand is often intertwined with his, and he’d bring up your hand up to his lips in the quiet moments of your shared intimacy. To him, your hand is a canvas that he paints with his deep affection and adoration.

You couldn’t help but soften up as a result, feeling cherished and loved by your beloved man who never fails to make you swoon.

For Diluc, kissing your hand is more than some simple intimate gesture, but rather a way to honor your pure essence – to show you how grateful he is to have you who has captured his soul in a tight grip that he never wants to leave from. And so, he continues to kiss your hand more, each a testament with a silent vow to love you throughout your lives together.

“A-Ah.. My bad,” He clears his throat, his ears turning almost as red as his hair, “It seems I almost got carried away.”

LIPS – Itto, Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya

ITTO is a kind soul at heart, with a fiery passion when it comes to his loved ones – specifically, and with no certain favoritism, you. The oni is not one to shy away from showing you how much he loves you with all of his huge heart, so expect lots of kisses from him!

The most prominent part that he kisses is of course, your lips.

For Itto, there is no greater joy than the taste of your lips, each kiss contains joy and love on his end. With his endless energy and passionate spirit, he approached each kiss and affection with an infectious enthusiasm, eager to lose himself in the overwhelming warmth of your presence and affection.

In the sweetness of your kiss, he finds it much better than the feeling of sweet victory from a beetle battle, and he couldn’t find himself to remove the pleased grin on his face whenever he gets a kiss from you.

It’s as if your lips is a magnetic force to his, as he never hesitates to kiss you whenever he could – be it whenever he greets you, whenever he wins a battle, basically every moment with him (a bit of an exaggeration really, but you get what I mean!).

“My boo boo bear!” He cheers when he sees you in his vision, running up towards you as he instantly gives you a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up with his immense strength regardless of your weight. “I missed you! How was your day?” He asks excitedly, giving you a big smooch! on your lips.

CHILDE is just as fun as Itto – if you excuse his battlelust, of course. Besides his need for an activity or someone to fight with, the prowess fighter is not shy when it comes to giving you what he believes you deserve, which is giving you his undying affection.

He’s an infectious man, who leeches off to your kisses and hugs. He’s a fighter by spirit, but a lover by heart. He’s attentive to your needs, very willing to give you tons of kisses if you ask for it. Of course, even if you didn’t, he’d snatch a kiss or two from you without you expecting it.

His love is like an unforgiving ocean, often wild and untamed, yet it comes with a fierce and unrelenting passion. In moments between the two of you, he seeks to plant his lips on yours, as though your kiss is a battlefield conquered by him, a well-done victory even.

With each kiss on your lips is a vow, a vow that he’ll see to it that he gets to see the light of day after every battle, to see you by the end of the tunnel and show you that you won’t lose him that easily. For in your presence, he found his salvation, the arm that reaches out to him to pull him out of the abyss he’s in, guiding him out of the unforgiving ocean that seems to drown him whole.

And so, he’ll never stop kissing you, regardless of where you are and the circumstances.

“Were you watching me?” He asks eagerly, running up to you before planting a kiss on your lips, his hands that are scarred from the numerous weapons he held and the battles he fought in find themselves cupping your cheeks.

When he pulls away, he looks at your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I did great, didn’t I?”

Known for his works and talent, KAVEH is no doubt a respectable man around the land of wisdom and scholars. Many would sing praises to his masterpieces and his original ideas that bring potential to Sumeru. As what a certain scribe would describe him, he is the light of Kshahrewar and a master builder and craftsman.

However, such a bright reputation hides a man whose heart is tender and emotionally fragile, with too much on his plate. Which is why he is ever so grateful to have you by his side through it all.

For every affection the two of you share, Kaveh feels like the luckiest man in all of Sumeru – no, in Teyvat even. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you, a person who loves him for all that he is. With you, he feels cherished and appreciated even, and you balance his emotional fragility with your presence that seems so encouraging and comforting.

He seeks refuge in your affection, often cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss. His kisses are frequent, and his lips often find themselves on yours. Each of his kiss is full of love, and there’s no doubt that there seems a desperation laced in it, as if he’s scared that this kiss is his last, and you might be gone before he knew it – just like his loved ones.

Yet, in the softness of your lips, he found reassurance. He’s reminded that amidst the struggles of his life, your relationship remains timeless and true. Just like how he does with his work, he pours his heart and soul into your relationship together, cherishing the bond that you both have towards one another with tenderness.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing you on your lips with a look that threatens to crumble. “I know I’ve said it too many times, but I can’t help myself. I really am grateful.”

When you ask for what he’s thanking you for, he could only give you a smile, a sight that shines far brighter than the sun itself.

“Thank you for staying.”

You’d be lying if you said you’ve always thought you’d end up dating the notorious Cavalry Captain, who is more than often a flirtatious man whenever you’re around. KAEYA is not one who shies away from something, and if it means reminding you every now and then that he’s into you, then so be it!

Every waking moment with Kaeya is a thrilling challenge, and you two often find yourselves in a dance of wits and flirts, with a few glasses of wine and other drinks that the tavern sells. The two of you know how to push the other’s buttons, often playing banters and all. Even when you two are now dating, things are still the same – besides the fact that the two of you are free to kiss one another and often crash at each other’s places.

Yet underneath such playful flirting and bantering, there’s a deep and abiding connection between the two of you that remains unspoken but welcomed.

Unsurprisingly, Kaeya finds home in your lips. To him, it just felt right. Sure, he likes to kiss your hands and cheeks, but it’s a different story when it comes to your lips. For him, stealing a kiss on your lips is not just an ordinary gesture of affection, but rather a declaration of his unwavering love for you.

And so, more often than not, he prefers kissing you more on your lips.

With a teasing look and smirk on his face, he’d pull you close towards him without warning, his lips finding yours with an urgency that left you both breathless. There’s often laughter and desire lingering around the privacy of your bedroom, and it was a safe sanctuary that Kaeya finds comfort in.

His laughter would fade into a whisper of “I love you”’s as he traces his cold fingertips on your face that he loves to see at every waking moment. He cherished these kinds of moments, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t spend each one as if it’s his last. And so, he continues to give you more kisses to drown your sweet laughter, for in your warmth and embrace, he could only find his great happiness and peace.

“Come on, give me another one.” He chuckles, urging you to let him give you one more kiss before the two of you can sleep in each other’s arms. “Just one more kiss, I promise.”

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crystcrm · 1 year

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PLEASE dilf!childe or dilf!diluc im starving for them <333

poor anon here is starving for dilf content— and honestly, same.

the lack of older men to take care of sweet things like us is almost criminal, and i think i can fix that :) you have NO idea how long i've been waiting for an ask abt dilfs. i hope this is up to your expectations! feel free to drop another request with more detail. ♡

the older, the wiser ;; dilf!childe , dilf!diluc x gn!reader headcanons

content ;- service doms , size kink , breeding kink , morning sex , slight somno , oral ( chara and reader receiving ) , aftercare

nsfw beneath the cut, minors dni.

have you ever thought about a dilf!childe that likes it a little too much when you say his name? he wants it to come off your tongue like a mantra, repeating and endless as he gives you pleasure just like that. he's whipped for you— and he melts when you call out for him like that. so why can't he just want to hear it all the time? don't worry, nobody else will hear it but him.

what about a tired dilf!childe that simply falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow? he's been doing a lot for you— all so he can keep you here with him. the work, the chores, the cooking even. so, surely, he of all people deserves a nice reward. and the proper reward is a nice wake up call with your lips around his tip. he won't wake up straight away, but with a little effort, he'll be up and pleased by you so easily.

but really, what takes the cake is our family man dilf!childe. one, two, three siblings younger, perhaps some older too? he's been part of a large family his whole life, and the idea of you with his kids is so... enticing. regardless of whether or not you can carry his children, he'll want to spill himself in your deepest parts. he wants to fill you over and over, making sure that nothing spills out. and if it does? then that's another load in you.

or...

let's change it up a little... with dilf!diluc who dotes over you and spoils you rotten. he will see to it that every wish of yours is fulfilled, and he'll keep you fulfilled. he loves to see your face melt as your lips let out breathy noises— all from his own lips pleasing you. the light scruff of his unshaven jaw only adds to the feelings of pleasure that he can't wait to squeeze out of you.

as he comes back from nightly duties into your arms early in the morn, dilf!diluc finds you a beautiful sight to see especially after a night's worth of trouble. oh, how his heart swells to see you there beside him, in his bed, happy and content. but, surely, you miss him, no? his touch, his kisses, his praises. he will make sure that you wake up to his love, his hands between your thighs as he spreads them apart and tries to wake you with his kiss. and yet despite your sweet sounds as you awaken, he apologizes for being hasty, wanting nothing more than you.

it's expected. the ragnvindr clan should have an heir, no? dilf!diluc definitely thinks so. but he won't impose his own ideals into you— his sweet darling. he wants nothing more than you to want it as much as him— even if you may not be able to birth the next heir. what he loves most is the feeling— the feeling of breeding you full. your warmth enveloping him and milking him for all he's worth. he can see it in his mind. you're begging for his cum, wanting him to spill load after load in you as he thrusts in a slow pace. and just how can he refuse when you're asking him so nicely?

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thefoxtherapist · 3 months

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Seal Skin

tags: Selkie!Tartaglia x gn!reader, Tartaglia’s real name, fluff

Ajax swore he looked everywhere, at least, everywhere he usually left the item in question. He could only frown as he ran a hand through his messy ginger hair; he was starting to panic. He had one last hope, that perhaps you had seen where he left it.

He entered the living room surprisingly silently, causing you to jump when he appeared beside where you were standing in front of the shelving unit. "Ajax-" You breathed, clutching the book you were holding to your chest.

You seemed to have been cleaning for some time, he realised as he looked around the very neat living room. But still, no sight of his seal skin. Dull blue eyes turned their attention to you.

"You know the seal coat I keep in the closet beside the door?" You nodded. "Have you seen it?"

"The seal- oh! I moved it to your bedroom closet while I was cleaning, sorry!" You seemed casual in your apology as it dawned on him you had handled the coat. Did you really not know? Ajax assumed you mustn't. "Is something wrong? I'm really sorry about touching your things."

"No! No, I'm not mad or anything." He shook his head at you, his signature smile breaking out over his face. That and a faint but obvious pink blue across freckled cheeks. "But... When you take a selkie's coat, it is pretty much the sea equivalent of marrying them. Usually, at least." His smile was soft as he watched your expression rapidly switch between various emotions.

He couldn't help it when his smile morphed into a laugh when you dropped the book onto the ground. "Pfft! You should see your face right now! Oh man." He doubled over, arm around his stomach as he laughed loudly at you.

"I'm the sea equivalent of married to you now?!" You could only stare at the laughing ginger in your living room, your mouth wide open. He did look happier now than he usually did, and even in spite of the accidental situation, you couldn't help but want to hear him laugh like this more. "This sounds like you're fucking with me, Ajax. Are you serious?"

"Mhm! By selkie law, we are now married! My looooveeeely spouse!" He wasn't going to bring up the origin of the law, how and why it changed. That was far too depressing for the current moment. No, he'd keep this cute, light. Ajax straightened out, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

He took your hands in his, closing the gap between you two. He had to avoid stepping on the book on the floor. You squeezed his hands, shaking your head at his antics. "Now that we're married, you can wear my skin whenever you want. It is very warm, after all."

"You're ridiculous, Ajax!" But you sighed, smiling back at him. "You're real lucky you're so cute, mister selkie." You reached up, gently kissing his cheek. Being bound by the sea to one another wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you. He was cute, sweet. Ajax always held such adoration in his eyes when he looked at you.

You were more than worthy of his seal skin, he decided.

#childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #childe x gn reader #tartaglia x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #༻Tenebris

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1999mercury · 11 months

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THEM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND! ☆

part one, childe! gender neutral reader

٩(ˊᗜˋ)و✰ written by jules! @1999mercury

1. FLUFF

Okay, first things first. I think Childe would be more of a gift giving AND words of affirmation person. He the typa guy to praise you on tons of shit (specifically battles *cough*) just to show his love to you.

Honestly, I don't think he'd like people that are very weak either. If you can beat him in a battle and he ends up liking you, my guy will follow you around like a lost puppy.

He LOVES physical affection. Oh my LORD this guy will absolutely cling to you. I really do believe this guy fits the 'golden retriever' trope even though he is literally a walking weapon actively looking for a fight. He'd probably praise you for beating the shit out of him.

Whenever you visit his post in Liyue, he gets so happy about it. He's always missing you and he doesn't exactly get the chance to see you as much as he wants to. So if you're able to take the time to get to see him, he'll be happier then a kid on Christmas.

I mean this guy is literally just a 6 ft kid, ever wonder why they named him Childe? Even though he can be incredibly annoying and even harsher on his recruits/underlings, he's also informal with them.

If you get to the point of dating where he genuinely LOVES loves you, I think thats the time he'll take you to see his family for the first time. If you're not used to the cold, good luck in Snezhnaya. He'd probably snicker at you shivering while he's a solid as a statue.

Back to the love language's part, have you ever seen those cleaning videos where there's like 5,000 packages at the door? He would most definitely send that to you. I mean, he does spoil his siblings all the time, why not you? You might have to tell him soon enough to stop.

small headcanon where he just gets so happy and giggly if he see's you getting along with his siblings: it makes him feel like a pot of jello and it just makes him dmkJdjdj he looks so happy <333

2. ANGST

As much as you and I want him to be, he definitely is not going to be the perfect boyfriend, especially regarding his past. So let's dive into that a little.

First off, the main part of his story is that he ran away from home, fell into the Abyss and trained there for 3 months, came back and had a personality switch, and was sent to the Fatui.

My personal head canon is that he didn't join WILLINGLY. Either they dragged him in, or his parents sold him off, whatever. I just don't think he would've joined it. He also doesn't agree with a lot of their ideals, but still goes through with it because of his pride.

And here comes the first angst head canon, his pride. Pride isn't the worst on it's own, but when it becomes too much... the person starts to become a little bit of an asshole!

Childe takes too much pride in his strength and in battle, which is why if he would ever come home to you battered up and bruised like he just got jumped, he just sweeps it under the rug like its a casual thing (which it kinda is considering his job.) He doesn't really, care, if you worry too much about him.

He just pushes it off every-time as "Oh, don't worry [Name]! Ill be fine." However, you will get annoyed if he always just does that every time. Saying the same thing all about how he's going to be just peachy. It's almost anger inducing, right?

Oh, you two will most definitely get into at least one fight over it.

His pride also more than not screws him over, and that along with his straightforwardness is what led to the whole Osial ordeal. It's extremely easy to manipulate him into making him do what you want because of this pride, and how he will take on a task no matter how hard it is.

another angst head canon I have is, you know that audio on tt that says "If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country." imagine that exact audio but replace him with her and imagine it as Childe talking about the Tsaritsa in the second part. OOOH that would be such heart twisting angst especially cause we all know Childe is super loyal to Tsaritsa but, he, loves u, so much 😞😞

Another thing is that because a lot of his childhood was ripped away from him due to the abyss and the Fatui, he has temperamental issues. Due to him not being able to mature correctly, he will most always accidentally blow up on you or others once or twice. It's not exactly his fault, but don't encourage it. Just let him calm down.

He cares about you a lot, and he'd probably rip Celestia apart if that meant you two would stick together, he just isn't exactly perfect. No one is, so don't leave him.

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catscidr · 4 months

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natural remedy

cw: written in the third person, childe being slightly obsessive and weird, fluff and comfort to an extent. allusions to previous self-harm but nothing graphic, nonsexual intimacy includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 2,7k a/n: i wrote this a couple of months ago when i was sick and delirious and was just craving a strong russian bf (childe) to take care of me(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ssoooo if this reads weird it's because i couldn't rly process my own thoughts when i wrote it out LOL. i fixed it up as best as i could but i dont wanna spend my time rewriting 5 whole pages...... posting this and then going through my inbox and Not answering asks in third person

Equipped with a backpack full of various sized logs, some berries he had managed to scavenge and a dead hare that he held by the scruff of its neck, the young man tossed his blade away, the weapon dissipating in the air as mist. Though the wind nipped at the small bits of skin he left exposed through his winter garbs, it was still enough to leave him shivering- even if he was used to the harsh winters of his homeland. The redhead had the misfortune to get caught in a scuffle with a wandering man and, though he usually reveled in any opportunity to get his hands bloody, this time he couldn’t allow himself to enjoy the bloodshed.

With his breath creating small clouds of air in front of his face and droplets of blood drying on his coat, Tartaglia had only one thing on his mind; to get back to the cabin as soon as he could. The sun was setting at a rapid pace- he looked up at the beautiful, hazy orange and pink sky and scoffed. He was still about half a mile away from the secluded cabin. He couldn’t spare any more time away from it and, with a determined scowl, picked up the pace of his strides.

Murmuring under his breath, the young man keeps on trudging through the thick snow as light began to grow sparser. All he could see was snow, dead trees and old, dried blood on top of the crystal white sheet covering the ground. Tartaglia readjusts the backpack on his back, making the straps around his torso tighter and continues his journey with an empty, quiet mind. Usually, he would walk the other way and seek out some more poor souls to fight in the tundra forest and even hunt for some more animals to bring back to his abode like a trophy, but the knowledge that his beloved was alone, ill and hungry wouldn’t let him rest and enjoy the joys of his crazed mind for even a moment.

He leaves a trail of prickles of blood behind him as he walks sluggishly through the snow. It would soon be covered by even more snow, as the snowstorm went on. Clutching onto the dead hare tightly, Tartaglia holds back the urge to mutilate the animal out of anger. Or was it frustration, or even maybe desperation? Bitterness?

No, nothing of the sort. All Tartaglia felt was a mix of disheartenment, defeat, and in some way even failure. It had been three days and his beloved’s physical state wasn’t getting any better- what was there left to do? He tried all of his mother’s home remedies that he remembered and yet they would stay bedridden, struggling to even lift their spoon up to their face to drink the warm, soothing broth. He felt powerless, like all there was left to do was to watch them wither away. It felt like the forest was closing in on him, the trees seeming taller and thicker the more he made his way through the storm. He shuddered, a shaky sigh leaving his chapped lips.

With a trembling hand he lifted his red scarf high enough to cover his nose, and tried to focus on getting home.

✧✧✧

“I’m back!” he shouts as soon as he opens the door of the cabin, doorknob hitting the wall roughly from the harsh winds whipping into the abode. Using his foot, he swiftly closes it and takes off his thick hat, soft snow falling on the wooden floorboards of the entrance. After a few moments of tinkering with the straps of the backpack, it drops to the floor with a thud and Tartaglia takes off his large boots, tossing them aside. He heads into the small kitchen area, placing the- now practically frozen- dead hare on the counter and then heads into the doorway, grabbing the backpack with a huff.

“Darling?” Tartaglia calls out, glancing at the closed door at the end of the hallway. He pauses, awaiting an answer. A million thoughts were floating in his head- was his beloved alright? Did they try to get out of bed and accidentally hit their head? They were most likely just asleep... but what if they got out and he didn’t notice because their footprints got covered by the snowfall? Were they stuck outside, cold and hungry, slowly dying as life faded from their frail body-

“Welcome back,” he hears a quiet voice say after a few seconds, right when he was about to shout again and make a beeline for the bedroom. Sighing from relief, the ginger runs a hand through his hair and grabs a handful of logs from the backpack and tosses them near the fireplace to fuel later.

He opens the bedroom door softly, peeking in at first before opening it fully, revealing the huddled form of his beloved in the blankets of their shared bed.

“How are you feeling?” the ginger asks softly, crouching to their level to brush away a few strands of hair that had fallen over their forehead. They groan, shifting to uncover their mouth from the large duvet- even just a motion as small and insignificant as moving their head was strenuous.

“Gross,” they say, voice hoarse. Tartaglia frowns but doesn’t move from his crouched position as he takes off one of his gloves, placing the back of his hand on their forehead. His brows furrow, displeasure clear on his face.

“You’re still burning up,” the ginger murmurs back. “And you’re sweating now. Have you taken your medication?” he asks.

He had been gone since early in the morning, having left to gather materials to sustain them for a bit longer while they both recuperated in the cabin. Although he wasn’t gone too long, Tartaglia had developed a habit of being overly protective of his beloved in the past few weeks. If they weren’t going to take care of themselves then he would do it for them- the fact that they got sick only further drove him to being as overbearing as he was now, so he wasn’t in the wrong for it.

“I’m too tired,” they slur, whining as they bury their face in the plush blanket once more. The fabric touching them made their skin crawl but as the uncomfortable feeling passed, they sighed contentedly.

Tartaglia clicks his tongue, displeased that they were being so uncooperative. But that wasn’t exactly unexpected- so he stands up and holds onto the corner of the blanket coddling the body in the bed below him and rips it off harshly. A startled whimper leaves their lips, and they immediately curl into themselves to preserve their (unregulated) body heat.

“You need to shower,” the ginger says with an unreadable gaze, his cerulean eyes scanning his darling’s body like a security camera would an intruder. “You sweat through the bed sheets and your shirt is sticking to your skin. Have you even gotten out of the room since I left?” he asks with a tilt of his head, seemingly not paying attention to the way his darling shivered and squirmed. They respond with a meek shake of their head, face buried in the pillow as they quiver uncomfortably because of how cold the air is in the cabin. The man says nothing in response, instead deciding to toss the duvet to the edge of the bed as he slips his arms beneath his lover’s shivering form, picking them up off the bed.

“It's good that you’re sweating your sickness away, but you still need to be clean.” he says tenderly, bringing them to the bathroom in a bridal carry. They tuck their face into the crook of Tartaglia’s neck, desperately trying to regulate their body heat- to no avail. The movement of the redhead walking was enough to bring his darling discomfort, making their skin tingle unpleasantly. Dazed and lightheaded, they don’t notice him shutting the door with his foot as he steps through the threshold of the bathroom.

Tartaglia carefully sets them down on the edge of the sink’s counter, his hands lingering against their skin for a moment.

“Strip. Your cold is gonna get worse if you stay in those sweaty clothes,” he says, bringing one hand up to stroke their hair. With a huff, they shake their head slowly, eyes cast downwards. Tartaglia frowns, sliding the hand that was in their hair down to their chin to lift their head up. The movement makes them grunt in discomfort, skin prickling unpleasantly. He sighs, heart clenching at the sight of his beloved in such a sorry state.

“I’ll run a bath for you, it’ll be nice and warm. You’ll feel much better when you get out, so just cooperate for me, yeah?” he says softly, though his brows crease in frustration that only ignited within him because he was just so worried for them. Reluctantly, they give in and nod, earning a kiss on the cheek from Tartaglia. He smiles, soft lips lingering on their skin for a second too long before turning around, crouching to turn on the bath’s tap.

The sound echoes in the bathroom, loud and overwhelming for the poor sick individual, shaky hands coming up to cover their ears. Tartaglia, still focused on trying to get the bath to be warm enough to be comforting but not too much that it’ll burn his lover, stays oblivious to the distress they were silently enduring.

When finally satisfied, he swivels around to pay attention to his darling, his calloused hands coming up to take their smaller ones away from their ears. “C’mon,” he murmured. “I’ll help you out of your clothes.”

Too weak to argue they simply nod, raising their arms as best as they could while Tartaglia grabs the hem of their shirt and lifts it up over their head. The fabric catches onto their arms, inducing in a sharp hiss from the sick individual, and Tartaglia mumbles a soft apology as he frees them from their sweaty top. The redhead notices them shivering ever so slightly; he wraps an arm around their shoulder, gently bringing them down off the counter to slip their shorts off.

“Step out of them for me,” he says quietly. Taking a wobbly step, they do just that while holding onto Tartaglia for support. He smiles, satisfied, and carefully guides them to the bath.

“I’m going to take off your underwear now, that alright?” Tartaglia asks for courtesy’s sake, holding their hand tenderly. They squeak out a quiet yeah and, without wanting to keep them out of the comfort of the bath, he rids them of their undergarments and helps them into the warm water as quickly as he can without putting too much strain on their body.

Now sat in the small porcelain tub, his beloved sighs contentedly, head leaning back to relax the strain on their weak muscles, comforting warmth engulfing their tired body. Tartaglia smiles at the sight; he quietly gets up to grab a wash rag and a bar of soap to help get his darling clean. Sitting on the floor next to the bath, he gazes at his lover’s closed eyes, love pouring out of his being. A few minutes pass of this- of Tartaglia carefully observing the peaceful expression on their face- before he speaks up again.

“Sit up, I’m going to start washing you now.” he says sternly, voice laced with concern. They shake their head stubbornly, too comfortable to move. “Baby...” he drawls, raising a brow at the attitude. “C’mon. Work with me here? Please?” he asks, lip jutting out in a pout as he watches his dear begrudgingly sit up, wincing at their muscles working overtime to do so. He smiles at that and gets the rag wet, lathering it with soap. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly, massaging their shoulders, suds beginning to form on their arm.

The redhead brings the rag down, down until he reaches their forearm which, thankfully, was out of the water without him having to ask. He sighs quietly, carefully running the washrag over the textured skin, thumb brushing over it in soothing motions.

“Feeling better?” he asks, peeling his eyes away from their arm back to their face. His eyes meet theirs, and he notices an almost disconnected expression on his lover’s face. But they nod slowly, exhaustion clear on their face though still lucid and aware enough of their surroundings. His smile falters slightly at their tired face, his hand coming down to hold theirs. Tartaglia rubs his thumb along their skin, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to their temple.

“That’s good,” he murmurs. “Can you turn around for me? I need to wash your other side,” he asks gently. Without answering verbally, they do as he asks and painstakingly turn their body, water sloshing lightly in the bathtub. The sight almost reminded Tartaglia of a newborn deer wobbling over constantly, except this time his darling was the doe. Grabbing the washcloth again, he scrubs away at their skin to get them clean and comfortable again, cloth washing away the bad bacteria. He carefully scrubs their chest, not letting his hands linger for longer than they need to.

“All done with your upper body. Could you sit on the edge of the bath, sweetheart?” Tartaglia asks just as patiently as before.

He scrubs their lower body clean, mindful of where he touched as he finally got their body clean of sweat.

“All clean, baby. Want to wash your hair too?” he asks gently, his hand lightly pushing any hair that had fallen over his beloved’s forehead. They lean into his touch, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“No,” they respond quietly. “Can I just go back to bed?” they ask meekly, voice hoarse. Tartaglia disapproves but doesn’t argue, understanding how draining it must have been to take a bath. He leaves their side to grab a plush towel, helping them up as he wraps it around their tired body. A sigh escapes their lips as their arms hold onto the towel as best as they could to preserve warmth. Tartaglia chuckles at the cute sight, patting their head fondly.

“You can stand now, that’s good. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll help you get dressed, then you can sleep some more.” he says, wrapping an arm around their shoulders to help them walk should the need arise. Thankfully, they both make it to the bedroom in one piece, however Tartaglia’s beloved almost collapses on the bed, strength leaving them from walking and straining their tired muscles. Tartaglia helps them sit down, pulling the towel away as he dries them properly.

He comes back shortly after, holding a pair of underwear and one of his tee shirts. “Lift up your arms,” he says gently, pulling the shirt over their head, a shudder wracking their body as they feel the texture of the fabric brush against their bare skin. He pays no mind to it, instead helping them put on their underwear as casually and quickly as he could. When that’s done, he tosses the towel to the side and places his hands on their arms, looking down at his lover with a tender gaze.

Tartaglia doesn’t speak for a while, lost in his thoughts.

“Sure you don’t want to eat something? You must be hungry,” he says, trying to subtly persuade them to eat. They shake their head, declining, and he has to hold back the urge to sigh. He was just so damn worried- why couldn’t they let him do this for them? But he shakes those thoughts away, focusing on making them comfortable.

His beloved lays down on the bed with a quiet oof, curling in on themselves to warm themselves up. Tartaglia notices and quickly lays down in front of them, manhandling them just enough to move their position so he can hold them on the side while still able to look at them. They curl themselves against him, nuzzling themselves under his neck for warmth. He chuckles, light and airy, before pulling the sheets up over their body and tangling his legs with theirs, bringing his free hand down to caress their arm. Slowly and carefully, the redhead brings their inner wrist up to his face, kissing it softly. He hums, content, and closes his eyes.

“Goodnight love,” he says quietly, lowering their arm to a comfortable position between them and leaning forward to kiss their forehead gently as they both drift off.

#idk why i wrote this in third person i think i was a little Too out of it when i typed this out help #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #childe x gn reader #tartaglia x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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Could I ask Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Zhongli, Ayato, and Thoma reacting to the reader nervously confessing their feelings for them?

The amount i related to the reader's awkward nervousness was so fucking embarassing i had to scream in my pillow for a moment

Some of these may not be nervous, but i completely forgot about that part when writing it

Its been like months since this was in my drafts lmao

-ˋˏ✄— Ways to say I Love You !

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Nervously Confessing to Genshin Men !

Characters: Albedo, Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich, Kamisato Ayato, Tartaglia, Thoma, Zhongli

Pronouns: they/them

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Albedo | Kreideprinz

"Are you sure you wont get cold?"

"Don't worry about me, too much, Y/n. I'm used to Dragonspine, it will be fine."

"Fine, but don't take too long, Klee misses you too quickly!"

With a chuckle, Albedo turned towards his friend, who smiled at him.

"So you're saying you don't miss me at all?"

"I didn't say that. I said Klee misses you sooner than I do."

Albedo smiled at them. "So you miss me too?"

"Of course I miss you, Albedo! Sometimes I even worry if you'd get sick, your camp is always so cold even with the fires."

The thought of Y/n worrying about him made him smile, and Albedo only shook his head as he straightened out his coat.

"Don't worry, Y/n. I can't get sick, you should know that."

Y/n pouted, crossing their arms as they sighed.

"I know... But, if you ever got sick, I'll still take care of you."

Albedo arched a brow, his smile growing fond.

"Oh? Will you now?"

Face darkening, Y/n scoffed at him.

"Wipe that smile off your face, don't you have an expedition to get to?"

Light laughter filled the air as Albedo chuckled, turning to leave with a final wave to them.

Oh, how he couldn't wait for the expedition to end.

─𖠄࿐

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Diluc Ragnvindr | The Dark Side of Dawn

"Evening, master Diluc!"

The night was cold outside the walls of Mondstadt. There the Dark knight hero stood, blazing red hair flowing like a flame in the wind as he perched on a tree.

Below him, with an apple in hand, was Y/n. They gave him a bright smile before taking a large bite out of the juicy fruit. "Y'know, if I didn't pay attention well enough, I would have considered you a bird, master Diluc!"

Jumping down from the tree, Diluc sighed. "I told you, outside the cavern, you may call me just Diluc. No need for formalities, Y/n."

"Aww, alrighty."

"What are you doing out this hour?"

Y/n hummed, leaning against the tree, munching silently on the apple as they recalled the moments prior.

"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd go for a walk outside."

"Y/n, it's dangerous out here."

"Yeah, well," they trailed off, a distant look in their eye. "I had a pretty bad dream."

"Oh," was all Diluc said, before a moment passed and he spoke again. "Would...would you like to talk?"

They shook their head no, and Diluc nodded in understanding.

"Well, you better take care of yourself out here, Y/n. Especially if you're out to clear your thoughts."

Nodding their head, Diluc waved one last time before slowly walking away.

"Take care of yourself, too, Dark knight hero."

Diluc paused in his steps, turning to look back at Y/n, who remained leaning on the tree. Their eyes remained on the apple, but they glanced at Diluc one last time with a shy smile before walking back towards the city.

"How ever will I feel safe if you're not there?"

Watching their retrieving figure, Diluc only smiled with a scoff before shaking his head and continuing on his nightly duties.

─𖠄࿐

Kaeya Alberich | Frostwind Swordsman

A knock echoed in his office, and Kaeya peeked up from his mountain of paperwork. Usually he had little, but those pesky hilichurs were more annoying than usual.

"Come in," he called out, letting himself slouch back in his seat for a moment of rest.

"Captain," a voice, familiar and nice and comforting. "How do you fare?"

"Aha, no need to be so formal, Y/n. We're friends, aren't we?"

"Sorry, workplace habit, I guess."

"It's quite alright. Come, take a seat."

And so they did, across Kaeya's desk.

"Now, what did you need? Or are you just here to visit me?" A teasing smirk stretched his lips, but Y/n didn't miss the heavy bags in his eyes.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" They asked, straight to the point.

"Well, I guess I didn't quite get enough sleep this past few nights."

"Kaeya..."

"Haha, don't give me that look. You know well how demanding Knights of Favonious work is."

"You can always ask Jean for a break."

"Now, now, no need to put more work on the Acting Grandmaster's shoulders. Why is it such a problem, anyways?"

They coughed, looking away, a nervous look in their darkening face.

Kaeya raised a brow.

"I... I care about you, Kae."

Silence danced in the office for a second.

Just a second.

"Oh? What's this? Dear little Y/n cares about me? How sweet," he teased, though he couldn't deny the beating of his chest.

"You know what I mean." A light hearted scowl danced on their face, and Kaeya only laughed.

"Well, perhaps I could take a break, if it means easing you even for a little."

─𖠄࿐

Kamisato Ayato | Pillar of Fortitude

Work piled up on his desk, loads of sleepless nights bagging under his eyes.

He was a Kamisato, after all. The Yashiro Commissioner everyone expects to have everything done by the minute.

"Ayato?"

All except patient little Y/n.

"Ayato, take a break, it's late."

"Just a few more papers left."

Y/n never rushed him, always patient, always waiting.

Sitting across him, on the plush pillows on the floor of his office, Y/n glanced at his paperwork before yawning.

"No need to wait for me, Y/n, it's already late."

"But Ayato, you've been working non stop. C'mon, just rest already."

The worried glance they spared him made Ayato pause for a moment.

"Forgive me, but I must finish this. Why don't you head to bed? I can deal with a few more hours awake."

"Ayato..."

Glancing back towards them, Ayato gave a soft, tired smile.

"I'll wait until you finish," they said unhesitantly, and Ayato paused.

"Y/n, dear—"

"The bed's colder without you, after all..."

They looked away bashfully, but the moonlight peeking through the open window made it clear that their face was darkening.

A moment passed, before Ayato chuckled.

"Alright, then."

He stood, and lend a hand towards them.

"Let's head to bed then, darling."

─𖠄࿐

Tartaglia | Childe

"Haha—Ow!"

"Stop laughing, idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry, haha—"

Tightening the bandages once again, Childe winced in pain. "You can stop hurting me, now."

"You're only getting hurt because of the wounds you caused."

"C'mon now, no need to be so harsh. My heart is aching, Y/n," he groaned out, leaning back against the wall.

Rolling their eyes, Y/n failed to find the fond smile that graced their lips. "I hope it aches enough for you to get a heart attack."

"Oh, you wound me! How hurtful! Woe is I! Woe is—Ow!"

"Oh, sorry, did that hurt?"

Childe scoffed at their sarcastic remark, sighing dramatically.

"Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself. What are you going to do without me?"

"Probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. How can I ever live without your touch as you caress my wounded face in your soft, loving han—"

"Alright, that's enough."

Peeking down at Y/n, Childe gave a sly smile at their darkening face. "Oh, but dearest Y/n—"

"Ajax, I'm serious."

Holding his face gently with both hands, Y/n stared at his ocean blue eyes.

The worried glance they gave him made him stop completely, eyes meeting theirs.

"Please, Ajax. Watch over yourself. I worry about you."

Blinking for a moment, Childe smiled softer than he ever had. Raising his hands to cup theirs, he turned his head and pecked their palm.

"Don't you worry too much, darling. I promise I'd watch over myself, for you."

─𖠄࿐

Thoma | Protector from Afar

Thoma danced around the Kamisato estate, sweeping the dust away in a silent rythm. The sun had been high up, and he decided it was too good of a day to procastinate.

Y/n stood off to the side, watching him move out and about.

"You work too much, Thoma," they said, which promptly stopped him from working.

"No need to worry, Y/n. It's a great morning, I'll just get my chores done with early." He smiled, so carefree and happy.

He was always so happy, working in the Kamisato estate.

Y/n worried about him sometimes.

"I won't take too long, I promise!"

Sighing, they shok their head, but smiled fondly nonetheless.

Thoma was too much of a workaholic.

And maybe Y/n admired him for that

"Don't overwork yourself, Thoma. Please."

Turning towards his partner, Thoma smiled gently, knowing that they truly cared for him.

"I promise you, I won't."

─𖠄࿐

Zhongli | Vago Mundo

"Zhongli, it's great to see you again." Sitting across him, holding a hot cup of tea, Y/n smiled at the former archon.

"How are you these days?"

"Ah, everything has been lovely. Being a mortal allows me to interact with the people of Liyue in a casual manner, and I find it relaxing."

"Indeed it is."

A comforting wave of silence washed over them, as they enjoyed their tea.

"I wish we could spend more time like this. In the peacefulness of Liyue, as people rush to and fro."

"Indeed." Nodded Zhongli. "It is quite unfortunate that your field of work takes up too much time."

"I'll try to visit more, Zhongli."

He smiled at them. "I appreciate it, Y/n."

The bustling of Liyue streets filled their ears as they idly chattered over their cup of tea.

Times like were what they cherished the most.

—PATCHWRK!

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tobi-boi · 11 months

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Morning

Characters included: Arataki Itto, Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia Genre: fluff Reader gender: gender neutral Warnings: none Word count: 680

✦Arataki Itto✦

You grumble as you are woken up by the sun blinding you, prompting you to put your arm over your eyes. You take your time to wake up, and then attempt to get out of bed– but find that you can't move.

The reason? Your lover, Itto, is fast-asleep on top of you. Like; right across you, diagonally. One of his arms is even hanging off the edge of the bed. His cheek is squished against your stomach.

You sigh, shaking your head with a small smile. "Hey" you say, barely above a whisper, as you gently shake Itto. He stirs and gives you an incoherent 'five more minutes', burying his face into your stomach. You glance over at the clock and check the time, 5:30. It's still pretty early, so letting him sleep a little longer wouldn't hurt, you thought.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, to have something to occupy yourself with– his hair is surprisingly soft, despite it looking like he could poke someone's eye out with it.

A few minutes later, Itto stirs awake and mumbles out a 'morning', lifting his head to look at you. "Good morning" you say, giving him a warm smile, which he returns.

✦Kaedehara Kazuha✦

You are woken up by a soft breeze. Annoyed, you grumble, wanting to have stayed asleep for longer. You look over to your side, where your lover, Kazuha, is still sleeping peacefully, with his cheek is squished against your shoulder. One of his hands is between the pillow and his head, and the other is hooked around your arm.

You smile and lift your hand to brush some of his hair away from his face. This causes Kazuha to stir awake, which was not your intention. He gives you a smile and murmurs out a 'good morning'. "Good morning" you say, moving your hand over to his and intertwining your fingers, then lifting it up and placing a kiss on the back of his palm.

You and your lover stay in bed for a while before you decide to get up to make breakfast.

✦Scaramouche✦

You are woken up to having your cheek poked repeatedly, you grumble and furrow your brows. But the poking doesn't stop. "Hey, how long are you going to sleep?" you hear your lover, Scaramouche, ask. "Just give me five more minutes" you mumble, sleep still weighing heavy over you.

"You said that five minutes ago, too" he huffs. If you could see his face right now, you're sure he'd be pouting. "At least get off of me if you're going to lay in bed for so much longer" he pokes your cheek again.

"Huh?" you force your eyes open, noticing that what your cheek is squished against isn't the pillow, but rather, Scaramouche's chest. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly as you push yourself up, blurting out a "I'm sorry."

You get laughter in response. "I'm joking," he says, pulling you towards him and placing a quick kiss on your lips, then wrapping his arms around you. "Just don't sleep for too much longer" Scaramouche says as you bury your face in his shoulder.

✦Tartaglia✦

You are woken up to something tickling your nose, you furrow your brows and try to ignore it. But it doesn't help. You force your eyes open, sunlight finally finding its chance to hit you in the eyes. You squint and block some of it with your hand.

Now for what's tickling your nose; you find a mess of ginger hair that you instantly recognised to belong to your lover, Tartaglia. His face is squished against your collarbone and his arms are wrapped around your back.

You smile as you tangle your finger in his hair, enjoying its softness. You spend some time just playing with his hair. Eventually, Tartaglia stirs awake and lifts his head to look at you.

He gives you a tired smile. "Good morning" he says, leaning closer to place a kiss on your lips. "Good morning" you say, returning the smile that he had given you.

#fluff #gn reader #gender neutral #arataki itto #arataki itto x gn reader #arataki itto x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x gn reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x reader #Tartaglia #Tartaglia x gn reader #Tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin

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ratsredelicious · 1 year

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★Are You Cold?★

❅You’re cold and they’re right next to you❅

Characters: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Alhaitham, Cyno, Xiao, Zhongli x G/N reader

Gender neutral! Take it anyway you prefer but this is just purely fluff or some crack (parts of it)

Enjoy <3

★ ____________________ ★

Albedo:

❅ doesn’t notice your shivering and shaking for at least five minutes

❅ Once he did, you bet he’ll immediately build a fire or something to warm you up just as quickly. After all, he wouldn’t be a big fan of getting you sick on his watch, right?

❅ Will stuff you with his cooking until you’ve stopped shaking altogether. He says it’s good for the cold. He is correct.

❅ Will also pause his experiments just to hold your hand to try to warm them up. Unfortunately, though, he’s just as cold so you end up trying to warm HIS hand up

“Is this helping?”

★ ____________________ ★

Ayato:

❅ If you truly know him, he’ll throw in a few teasing remarks.

❅ “What’s wrong, darling?” he asks in a pseudo worry tone.

❅ Jail this man. He’s making fun of you for your few layers while he has a whole SUIT and layers underneath.

❅ He’ll spare you his overcoat if you look like a sad puppy long enough

❅ WILL take care of you. Unjail him now he deserves it

“You look so adorable right now. Hm? Me? I’m not cold in the slightest.”

★ ____________________ ★

Childe:

❅ “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the freezing temperatures of snezhnya?” He says, while being dressed layers while you were under prepared for the visit to his homeland

❅ Of course, he told you to layer up but the way he joyfully explained how his homeland looked like, made you think it was santa’s workshop or something

❅ He’ll discard a few of his layers of coats to wrap around your shaking body

❅ After you two find a warm place to stay, he will endlessly tease you about it

“You should’ve listened to me. Now look, your nose is as red as a jueyun chili!”

★ ____________________ ★

Alhaitham

❅ Seriously? Does he even notice you at this point?

❅ You’ve been sitting next to him, shivering because of the air conditioning inside the Akademiya for at least 20 minutes and he still has his head in his book

❅ You’re debating on leaving your spot until he suddenly looks up at you

❅ His eyes are wide. And I mean WIDE. How long have you’ve been shivering for?

❅ He gets up and takes you outside where you’re instantly warmed up

❅ He’s embarrassed but hides it well

“...You could had said something...”

★ ____________________ ★

Cyno:

❅ Imagine this: both of you travel to dragonspine for a little...adventure?

❅ He insists on just a thin robe and nothing more to keep out the harsh winds of dragonspine

❅ Now he’s the one shaking and pleading for you two to head back

❅ You gave in cause he kept bothering you about the cold and you eventually had to hug him the whole journey back

❅ When he’s out of dragonspine, though, he steals your coat and tells you terrible jokes about snow on the way back to sumeru

“Hey wait up. Snow down, y/n.”

★ ____________________ ★

Xiao:

❅ It was a particularly cold night in Liyue and of course you were just hanging out with Xiao on top of the roof of WangShu Inn

❅ You started to shiver and he did notice. Right away, actually

❅ He couldn’t really confront you because he was shy. So he avoided your shivering for a bit longer until your teeth started chattering

❅ Finally, he disappeared and appeared again with a blanket (that he totally didn’t take from a sleeping traveler in the Inn)

❅ When you don’t take the blanket, he obviously wraps it around you himself. Use your hands reader (ㆆ_ㆆ).

❅ Does a good job. You look like one of those burritos now but you’re comfy and it makes Xiao happy <3

“...Hmph. Mortals and their intolerance to the cold.”

★ ____________________ ★

Zhongli:

❅ Ah. What a gentleman.

❅ 13/10 would offer you his coat the millisecond you look cold

❅ Is he cold himself? Probably. But your needs come first!

❅ Brews you a hot cup of tea and goes on with his day until you forget that you’re shivering

❅ Works every time.

��I’m pleased to know you have an adoration for my voice; but please, drink up. You’ll get cold again.”

★ ____________________ ★

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writer-freak · 3 months

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Crackling Tension | Childe x Gn reader College AU

Summary: The undeniable tension between you and Childe had to snap one day and that day was finally here.

The headcanons and the fic are separate and aren't intended to play in the same universe

Warnings: gn reader, modern au, college au, have never played genshin so could be ooc, fluff, kissing, english isn't my first language

A/n: Wrote this for my bestie's birthday but personally I don't really know anything about genshin, still tried my best because he is my bestie's fav character. I wasn't very confident in writing him so I did some headcanons and also a little fic (they are not really related to each other)

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

Childe as a Roommate (college Au):

Childe is that roommate who's always out partying

Whether it's a random weeknight or the weekend, you can bet he's got some plans or is trying to convince you to join him

His room is always cluttered with sports gear, gym bags, and probably a couple of questionable protein shakes

He's the guy who's always hitting the gym or asking you to come along for a workout, claiming it's a great stress reliever

Childe loves cooking, and surprisingly, he's good at it

Expect to come back to the smell of some mouthwatering food he's whipped up for the both of you.

And yes, he will brag about his cooking skills

There's a constant stream of friends coming and going from your shared apartment. Childe is social and has a wide circle of friends, so your place becomes the unofficial hangout spot

He's a bit messy but somehow manages to charm his way out of any cleaning responsibilities. You'll often find yourself picking up after him, but he'll make it up by treating you to his latest cooking experiment

Childe is surprisingly good with plants. He has a couple of potted ones in the shared living space, and he's convinced they respond better to his presence

You're not entirely sure if that's true, but you don't mind the greenery

His music taste is all over the place, one moment, you're hearing classical music and the next, it's heavy metal

Childe says that he believes in appreciating all genres

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The atmosphere around Childe and you crackled with an undeniable tension, one that seemed to intensify with each day of your college life. From the moment Childe decided to sit in the seat next to you, the spark between you two was inevitable.

It all began innocently enough, with friendly exchanges and polite smiles. However, Childe's teasing nature couldn't be suppressed for long. He can't recall the specifics of that day, the one where he shifted from pleasant banter to outright teasing. All he remembered was the scowl that adorned your face in response, and for some reason, that scowl did something to him.

From that moment on, Childe made it a point to tease you relentlessly. It became a daily routine, a game of cat and mouse where he was the mischievous feline and you were the feisty mouse. The scowl on your face only seemed to fuel his determination, and your responses, though annoyed, held a subtle hint of something more.

The teasing became a dance, an unspoken agreement between two individuals who refused to acknowledge the magnetic pull drawing them closer. It wasn't just about the words exchanged, it was about the charged glances, the stolen moments when your eyes locked, and the unspoken understanding that lingered in the air.

Onlookers couldn't help but notice the palpable tension. Friends whispered about the chemistry, the undeniable attraction that hung between you two like an electrified thread.

Yet, neither of you were ready to admit it. Pride and uncertainty danced hand in hand, keeping the unspoken truth buried beneath layers of playful banter.

Then came the night of the frat house party. The air was thick with anticipation as the music played in the background.

Childe, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist pushing the boundaries. The teasing took a different turn that night, the playful banter evolving into something charged with desire. Perhaps it was the dim lights or the energy of the party, but the tension that had been building finally reached its breaking point.

Childe's teasing became more daring, and your scowls began to transform into smirks and witty responses. Amid the crowded party, the world around you faded into background noise.

It started with hands wandering, you don't even remember how you ended up in a corner together with Childe.

But it didn't matter how you ended here, the only thing important for you was to finally feel his lips on yours.

Childe on the other hand wanted to prolong the teasing for just a little longer, seeing you so desperate was his favorite look on you.

Instead of connecting your lips with each other he purposefully stayed away from them deciding to ghost his lips around your ear.

While he continued his ministrations, you knew that there was a way to finally make him buckle. You leaned closer to him and breathily said his name into his ear, and that just snapped something inside of him.

The tension that had defined every one of your interactions finally found release in the searing heat of that unexpected kiss, leaving both of you breathless.

As the kiss deepened, the world outside of your moment faded into the background. The music became a distant echo as you and Childe started to completely get lost in the moment. His hands found home on your waist, drawing you closer, while the teasing glint in his eyes transformed into a more earnest hunger.

For a moment, everything melted away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered desire that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

Childe's lips moved against yours with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of the tension that had led to this moment. Every touch, every sigh, became a testament to the unspoken connection that you finally expressed.

In this moment you completely lost yourself, intoxicated by the feeling of Childe against you.

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dreamsofteyvat · 2 years

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> pairing: childe x gn!reader > cw: fluff<33 > a/n: ;) enjoy<3

imagine childe's hands finding yours under the starry sky. your eyes are fixated on the movements of the heavens.

that, of course, and the way they're reflected in ultramarine eyes.

his fingers are rough with callouses against your skin but you couldn't care less.

not now, when a shooting star rushes past the moon. not when his eyes slip closed, lips moving soundlessly to form a wish.

when his eyes open again, he glances at you, laughing when you're already looking at him.

"i never believed in such tales," he admits. "they always seemed so shallow-- too good to be true, if i'm being really honest."

he turns his gaze back to the sky.

"i don't know why, comrade, but when i'm with you, even silly myths like wishing on a shooting star seem like they can come true."

"still calling me comrade?" you tease, ignoring the way heat rushes to your cheeks, heart thudding in a way that can't possibly be normal.

"what's wrong with that?" childe's face is alight with a blinding smile, face leaning closer to yours. "would you prefer beloved? love? angel? dove? sweetheart?"

you can't stop the bubbly laughter that rises within you, heart still pounding that too-fast rhythm when he captures your face in his hands.

"oh, i know!" childe presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, presses his forehead softly against yours.

"y/n, you are my wishing star."

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versadies · 1 year

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mindless dreams (childe x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. mindless dreams

ADDRESSED. childe (w/ gn!childhood-friend!reader)

STAMP. in which childe always thinks of you, longing to meet you again after not seeing you for so long, only to find you at your worst state of all.

CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, mentions of violence, mentions of human experiments, dottore is his own warning, spoilers to childe's background and lore, grammar errors (?)

POST-SCRIPT. here's another angst story from me once again... im going after everyone now >:)

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For as long as Childe could remember, you’re always on his mind.

When he was in the Abyss, his mind wandered back to you, wondering how you’ve been, whether or not you’re looking for him, and what your reaction will be when he finally finds a way to come back.

When he was in the military training of the Fatui, his mind wandered back to you, wondering how you’ve been, whether or not you’d be proud of what he’s doing, and what your reaction will be when he becomes a part of the Fatui.

When he became a Fatui Harbinger, his mind still wandered back to you, wondering how you’ve been, whether or not you’d be proud of what he’s doing, and what your reaction will be when you find out of his achievement.

Some of his wanderings are left unanswered, for he couldn’t contact you.

He reunited with you at last when he came back from the Abyss. You gave him the warmest hug he needed after going through so much for three months, only to find out from you that he’s been gone for three days. He didn’t dare to question the time, he’s just happy to finally see you again (even when you looked worried from how there is no light in his eyes).

Since then, trouble follows where he goes. Of course, he always makes sure you’re out of harm’s way, but despite that, you worry for him because of how much he changed. You never brought it up though, you didn’t want to ask what happened to him when he disappeared, not wanting to face his wrath just like the other kids who picked on him.

When he was taken to the Fatui and had to go through military training, he didn’t protest about it, knowing it’ll satisfy the battles he craved for so long. It breaks his heart that he won’t see you everyday though. That’s why he was so determined to get this over with as soon as possible!

The two of you constantly send letters to one another. You even gave him a small painting copy of you that was painted by a painter that your parents hired for your portrait, and he kept it in his person for life.

It wasn’t until one day when you suddenly stopped sending letters.

He doesn’t recall writing something that’d make you uncomfortable, besides rejecting your idea of visiting the Fatui headquarters to see him. Perhaps you were just busy…?

As days went by, his worries grew stronger. Where could you be? Why haven’t you sent any letters anymore?

In a blur, time flew fast and Childe became a Fatui Harbinger.

The first thing he did was to visit his village as soon as possible, wanting to see you again after so long. When he visited your home, all he could see was nothing more but an abandoned home.

His heart sank when he entered your home that’s full of dust and empty spaces. It’s as if you and your family never existed here…

When Childe brought you up when he reunited with his family, they all refused to answer him, which frustrated him to no end. Why can’t they tell him where his childhood friend is?

To this day, his family still didn’t tell him of your whereabouts. Either due to forgetting as to who he’s talking about (which he knows are just pretend), or due to the silence they give him whenever he mentions you.

He often imagines what could’ve been if you’re here with him now. He would’ve been happier than ever! He could imagine you running up to him whenever he comes back to his hometown from his missions, you writing letters to him with him replying back as soon as possible like old times, you loving the gifts he sent you while he’s away from missions, and overall, he imagines you being with him — be it as his lover or as his dear friend.

He prefers the former though.

There’s never a day where he reminisces the times he had with you when he was only but a child with dreams. Perhaps in his heart, you’re his dream. And just like how you disappeared in his life, so did his dream.

However, deep in his heart, he has a new dream. He dreams to see you again someday, maybe when he’s traveling around Teyvat for missions and somehow encounters you by the bustling crowds. He believes that he’d recognize your brightful eyes and smile even if you look way different than what you look like back then.

To this day, he keeps the painting you gave him from your letter, often admiring it with a dreamy sigh.

The day when he finally saw you again was the worst day of his life.

Not even his experience in the Abyss could be compared to how he felt when he finally saw you… in the laboratory of the Doctor.

Childe is not one to visit the lab of the second harbinger, but he regrets not visiting it sooner, especially when he looks at your tragic state now.

There you were, sitting on a seat staring at the void. You’re wearing a fatui uniform, and despite still looking the same but older (and perhaps hollow), Childe couldn’t believe he’s staring at you.

He refuses to believe he’s looking at you, his childhood friend and his first love.

When he looks at your eyes, he sees nothing but a vast void that shows no light.

You showed no reaction when you saw him, you could only stare at him with no emotions. It’s as if you don’t recognize him at all.

“Oh? I see you’ve finally met my experiment.” Dottore says with a grin when he enters his laboratory and spotted the eleventh harbinger standing in front of you. “Meet Test Subject 01902, also known as my helpful assistant.”

The doctor didn’t notice the way Childe’s hands turn into fists when he hears his words. Test subject…? What did he do to you?

All this time, while he was dreaming to meet you again without bothering to look for you anymore, you were stuck with the terrible doctor suffering from his experiments with you the whole time.

He couldn’t imagine what Dottore had done that made you become like this.

“Peculiar thing, aren’t they?” The doctor asks. “I found them standing outside the Fatui Headquarters, looking for someone who goes by Ajax.” He explains, reminiscing the time when he found you looking for someone… For Childe.

Childe could still remember that one last letter you sent to him. You didn’t listen to his warnings when he said to not go visit the headquarters. You were actually visiting him, only to encounter that monster of a harbinger.

Childe feels sick, still staring at you in horror and in devastation. He should’ve looked for you harder. He should’ve visited the doctor’s laboratory sooner. He should’ve suspected that something bad must’ve happened–!

“Poor thing accepted my offer to take them to whoever this Ajax is when it was nothing more than a lie.” The doctor suddenly laughs at the thought. “You should’ve seen the fear in their eyes when I locked them in my laboratory and began my experiment. They should thank me for everything. After all, they’ve become the perfect assistant anyone could ask for–”

Without another hesitation and word, Childe lunges at the doctor, his delusion sparks to light and he sees nothing more but red.

Even if the eleventh harbinger somehow comes out of the laboratory alive, he knows it would do nothing to take back everything you’ve been through for the past few years.

For as long as Childe could remember, you’re always on his mind.

Perhaps this is what regret is.

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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Death - Platonic Childe x GN!Reader

A/N: While I work on some Nilou smut, enjoy a little something from my word docs. Enjoy!

CW: Violence.

At last, the Maguu Kenki crumbled to the ground. Childe stood up, still gripping his chest. Blood still flowed through his fingers, seeping from the thin bandage. You dropped your sword to the ground, and fell to your knees. Childe, ignorant of his own injuries, dashed to your falling body. He scooped you up in his arms. Your whole frame was a bloody mess of injuries. There were many cuts, tears, gashes and a broken piece of rib pierced the skin, poking out from the crushed armor. His breathing was shaky.

"Childe… - you spoke, but were soon silenced by a bloody cough. The Harbinger could feel tears making their way to his eyes."

This Maguu was not like the other ones - it was fully functioning. It contained the knowledge of a thousand lifetimes, and its control of not one, but three different elements posed a significant challenge not even his Delusion could handle. He knew from the start that sailing to an abandoned, forsaken island far past Gunyu Stone Forest was a bad idea. If you had not stepped up, revealing your power over the elements, this could have been Childe’s last fight. And so there he was - wounded but alive - holding the dying body of his dearest friend. The one who loved him as a brother, the one who remained loyal and true, the cause of much joy and the creator of many memories.

Childe could feel his voice crumbling.

"Comrade, don’t worry, you’ll be fine, you hear me? We’ll get you some help and you’ll be as good as new, just as always, right?"

A slow, labored breath was the only response he got. Your eyes were slowly closing shut. Childe could feel the desperation growing within him. He clenched his fists. No. This will NOT end like this.

"Hey hey hey, don’t… don’t sleep just yet, Y/N. As long as I am here, you mustn’t fall asleep, yeah? Promise me you’ll fight it… I know you can do it, please…"

"I’ll…t-try…” - You forced yourself to speak as clearly as you could, choking on your own blood.

His eyes widened. Yes! Yes! There’s a chance! He picked Y/N up, as gently as he could with his shaking hands, and stood up.

"Just hold on! Stay with me!"

He grit his teeth, forcing himself into overdrive. His body cried as he started running, every cut and bruise making itself known. But he pushed through.

The rotting boards creaked alarmingly as he ran with dizzying speed towards the Fatui ship.

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Childe sat opposite his bed. In it, tucked with the utmost care, were you, deep in coma. Several strange devices were anchored to a stand by the bed. Satchels containing strange fluids, delivering nutrients to your unconscious body via needles. Your chest rose and fell slightly before his eyes. It was barely visible under the fat layers of bandages covering your broken flesh. With a pained sigh, he moved closer to the bed. Placing his hand on top of yours, he spoke in a gentle, quiet voice.

"How are you feeling today, comrade? I’m alright, if you ask me. Just as you recommended, I slept well today. Full eight hours, get it? I thought I’d never have the time, you know. But I finally found the time today. I hope you got some good rest, too. Heh. All you do is sleep, so you’ll have a lot of energy when you finally return. I can’t wait! Just imagine for a second - you and I on a hill, surrounded by a sea of Treasure Hoarders, Hilichurls, Geovishaps and Abyss servants…Undefeated as always! As…always, comrade."

His smile turned into a frown of pain. Not physical, but emotional. Childe never suffered this type of injury. It left a gaping hole in his chest. Daily, he felt something was missing. A large chunk of his time was now free. The Harbinger used all of his free hours hanging out with you. You usually walked around Liyue, beating up everything that looked at you funny. You two talked, cooked, fished and fought. It was fulfilling for him. The first day after getting back home was filled with boring, dull work he couldn’t focus on. So he dropped everything and went out, bow firmly in hand. Childe didn’t even think much of it - it was his instinct. He kept his composure at first, slicing through waves upon waves of monsters and Hoarders, but before long he broke. He changed into a crying, screaming storm of deadly rage. He cut and stabbed, staining his clothes in bright, red blood. Nobody was spared. Yet it didn’t give him any relief. The ravine you left couldn’t be filled, even with his beloved combat. He got back many hours later, refusing to give any explanation as to the reason for his departure. He found himself unable to focus, eat much or sleep for long, spending time by your bedside. He just idled. No thoughts. No memories or desires. Just grim emptiness.

Childe dropped his head on the edge of the bed.

"I’m sorry, comrade."

Thanks for reading!

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crystcrm · 1 year

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lately i've been thinking about childe... but not just any childe...

but a dilfier childe.. hehe.. dilf childe..

i offer a little thirst... because he's been on my mind.. especially now at 3:30am.

nsfw below the cut, minors dni

mmm so imagine a.. beefed up, stockier childe.. light scruff, fuzzy, y'know? the kind of fuzz that would feel a little scratchy against your face- the good kind of scratchy though..

i don't see dilf!childe as a inherently rough person or anything- i feel like he's mellowed out across the years tbh. so sweet and gentle with you.. he wouldn't dream of wanting to hurt you or anything, he just wants to treat you and spoil you rotten. he's stronger though, and he likes to show it by carrying you up close to him, sweet sloppy little makeouts up against the wall ♡

the type to prolong both of your time together, pleasure and all. dragging out the foreplay for as long as he can, letting his hands roam around you and holding you close- making you feel good. god, i'd do anything to be with him like rn frfr >.< ♡

oh my god he's crazy over you too, how you feel around him and how good you make him feel... he wants you seeing stars and making sure you forget everything else but his name.

also i think it's agreed that when it comes to childe, you can't forget about the breeding kink. i just think he's never going to leave, he wants to be in you all day everyday. sure you're pretty with his cum on your face, in your mouth or wherever— he still thinks the best place to dump his load in is inside you.

soft loving sex, making you breathless, speechless, and definitely very satisfied... i need more dilf childe in my life. the sweet one that wants nothing but your pleasure...

please don't mind my early morning thirsts, it's the demon hours ♡

he has been on my mind constantly.

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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year

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don’t go breaking my heart

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Childe/Tartaglia

Warnings: use of childe’s actual name, our world au. written in 30min at 1am, be warned

Notes: I didn’t think i was ever going to write for childe but. here we are guys. if you don’t know the song just listen to it please it’s linked

gn!reader

Don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried Oh honey if I get restless Baby you're not that kind

Saturday evenings were quite interesting when you lived with Ajax.

Sometimes, they involved surprise date nights: spending hours out on the town, trying a new restaurant, going to a movie. Others, you spent it indoors, cooking and watching TV while swatting him out of the kitchen because he kept trying to distract you with kisses.

Or, other nights went like this.

You decided to order in when neither of you felt like cooking. You had so much cleaning to catch up on since you’d both been so busy the last few weeks and adding more dishes to the equation seemed like a nightmare.

About an hour ago, Ajax put on his cleaning playlist (he had a very specific one) and began dusting in the living room. You busied yourself in the kitchen, putting all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then spraying down the counters.

“Baby!” he called, swinging around the entryway and smiling at you.

“Yes, love?” you teased, mimicking his enthusiasm.

He made a gesture for you to come to him and didn’t stop until you were in his arms. Without wasting a second, he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other took your hand—he pulled you into the living room, looking awfully proud of himself.

“What are you doing to me?” you laughed as he squeezed you closer, beginning to sway you back and forth.

“Shh!” he said, nodding towards the TV playing his music. “Listen!”

You did for a moment, then it clicked. So that’s what he wanted—his favorite karaoke song came on, and he insisted on dancing with you to it every time. This wasn’t a new occurrence and you knew better than to argue. Instead, you just fell into his arms and let him spin you around the room endlessly.

Despite being off-key and in your ear,you enjoyed his singing. He was enjoying himself and you could tell. And seeing Ajax laugh and sing his heart out made yours melt every time. He dipped and spun you around, encouraging you to sing along. As the song ended, you crashed on the couch, in his arms. You fell across his lap, feet kicked over the arm of the couch, looking up at him with the stupidest smiles on both your faces.

“You’re cute,” he muttered, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

You flicked his nose, making him giggle with you, and leaned up to kiss him. You pecked his cheek and replied, “and you make it very hard to clean.”

Don't go breaking my heart I won't go breaking your heart

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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for your 200 event, if it's still open, childe + 30? hurt/comfort please!

30 - “There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

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characters; Childe (Ajax), gn reader

cw/tw; self destructive behaviour, injuries, blood is mentioned/referenced a lot, very brief mention of death, hurt/comfort, let me know if I missed anything

word count; just under 900

notes; ahh,,, still going through my writers block but I wanted to finish one of these. I liked how it turned out in the end though. I hope this is to your liking !! Sorry it’s taken so long ):

Please reblog if you like this!!

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There was a time when he would give you a response when you welcomed him back. When your arms would wrap around his shoulders, or when he would lean down to peck your cheek, and in a soft voice he would whisper, ‘I’m home.’

Gone were those days.

Now, he trudges inside your shared home, stained with the blood of his enemies he refuses to speak of. His eyes, although there was no twinkle there before, seemed to be just as dark and stormy as the seas his vision reminded you of. You don’t fight - hell, you don’t even talk anymore. He simply sits there as you gently wipe the damp cloth over his skin in the stony silence.

Your mouth opens and closes, desperately trying to find something, anything to say to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but your partner doesn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care enough to try to help. This was the fourth night in a row he had come home like this, and you were almost at your limit. The Ajax you knew was breaking, slipping further and further away from you, going somewhere you could not follow: the descending rabbit hole of the crushing depths of the abyss. It was painful to watch him drown in it. The person you loved seemed to be refusing the hand you were holding out to guide him back to the light. There was nothing you could do.

“Why?” You whispered, hand clenching around the wet cloth, pink droplets gliding down your fist. Confused, dark eyes glanced at you, the first hint of emotion the man in front of you had shown since he had walked through the door. You finally raised your head, revealing the enraged glare on your face. “Why?”

“Y/n-“

“There’s just… There’s no pleasing you, is there? You’ll never be good enough.”

The red-head flinched at the sharpness of your voice, the spell he had seemed to be under shattering.

“What do you…”

“I’m saying that you’ll always think you can do better. But even when you’ve done your best, you still want more.” You draw in a shaky breath before throwing the washcloth back into the bowl of water, splashing you both with the tainted liquid.

“Can’t you see you’re killing yourself?!”

Before there was silence, now the only sound in the room was your harsh, laboured breathing, your eyes fixated on one another. Nothing but pure rage clouded your vision, and in the reflection of your angered tears, Ajax finally saw what you had been trying to make him understand. His skin, littered with bruising, his cheek sliced open - there already appeared to be some swelling with purple and blue hues highlighting the injury. His eyes were sunken, his complexion was ghastly; he looked like a shadow of his former self.

“If it was me coming home like this, what would you do?”

“That’s-“

“What. Would. You. Do?” You snapped, standing up to tower over the beaten man.

“I would…” All of a sudden, it hit him. He wouldn’t know what to do.

He knew that he would want to kill whoever did something like this to you, but other than that?

His head hung in shame, one of his hands moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I’d want you to stop.” He admitted, almost silently. “I wouldn’t like to see you like this.”

“And you think I like seeing this? Seeing the one man I love tearing himself apart?”

“…No.”

Your trembling hands moved to cover your face, to try to hide the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t watch you suffer like this…”

Even though it hurt to stand, Ajax forced himself to get to his feet. He didn’t want you to cry over him like this.

“Please don’t…” With a sigh of defeat, he grabbed one of your hands and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “Please don’t cry…”

“You’re… You’re so cruel to me. Being so sweet so I can’t hate you.”

“Mhm.” He knows.

“It hurts. I know you’re the one injured but it hurts. It hurts so much…” You hardly recognised your own voice, so broken and frail as you wept in your beloved's embrace.

“I’ll stop.” His hand rests on top of your head, his fingers beginning to thread through your hair.

“You won’t.”

“I will. Maybe not altogether right away, but I promise… I’ll… I’ll stop.”

“You mean it?” Your voice was muffled from your face being stuffed into his chest, and he couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. Even now, you were just so precious.

“I do. I’ll even pinkie promise.”

Hesitantly, you both slowly pulled away from each other, the gingers’s hand already raised and awaiting your own.

“You make a pinkie promise…” He whispers, your little finger enveloping his own.

“You keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you in the ice.”

His blood stained lips curled into a small smile. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend.”

His finger squeezes around yours gently, and together you whisper as your foreheads touch and your noses rub against one another;

“The frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.“

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catscidr · 4 months

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We need more of natural remedy!! 😭 expect with comfort and the reader starts to get better maybe?💕

im so glad you enjoyed it nonnie ueue i was talking about it to my friend and told him i felt like it was the opposite of my magnum opus bc i disliked how i wrote it so much LMAOO im happy it was an enjoyable read!! ur making me all mushy and uegfnshjns (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, proofread only a lil includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 1,1k -ˋˏ continuation to this mini fic! (but this can be read without reading part 1 prior)

Waking up is always a gamble when you’ve been sick for a while. Will today finally be the day that you can get out of bed, or will you be forced to rot in bed again, enduring whatever bullshit a higher power decided to throw in your face by making your body fight some miniscule bacteria in your system? Falling ill is something everyone can relate to, and you (unfortunately) weren’t an exception.

However, when opening your eyes, you find yourself able to think clearly (or as clearly as you can when waking up on a regular day). You rub your eyes clean of the crust, a sign that you’ve slept decently well, and look at your surroundings. Your legs were tangled in your bed sheets, your hair all messy, you even had some dried saliva on the corner of your mouth from when you had switched from breathing through your nose to becoming a mouth-breather during the night... but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Relieved that today seemed to be starting off relatively well, you untangle yourself from the duvet (you make a mental note to wash them later, they still vaguely smelled of perspiration from when you had sweat through them the day before) and hop out of bed. To excited to finally have working muscles, you get up too fast and feel your knees buckle beneath your weight as you fall against the side of the bed with a quiet oof.

The noise startled a certain someone awake, quiet groaning making itself heard on the other side of the bed. Still half asleep, you don’t register that the noise wasn’t from your imagination, but was from your lover, Tartaglia. When it finally does click, you tiptoe your way around the bed and lean down to brush ginger locks away from his face and watch how his brows furrow as a result.

“Nnnh... too bright,” he grumbles quietly, burrowing his face in the blanket covering his body. You chuckle softly, kneeling on the floor and resting your chin on the bed to lessen the strain on your (still tired) legs from crouching.

“‘M sorry I woke you,” you say quietly, pulling the sheet away from his face, just enough to free his mouth from having his voice get muffled from the fabric. The redhead murmurs a quiet it’s fine and stretches his legs, dubious noise leaving his lips.

As he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, Tartaglia sniffled and cracked one eye open to assess your state. Physically you looked fine, maybe a bit disheveled from having woken up barely five minutes ago, but overall, nothing that screamed “Hey I’m sick as balls and I can’t function”. A satisfied hum leaves him as he leans over you to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, your stomach fluttering at the sweet gesture.

“Nice to see you up and awake,” he says, voice rumbling from his vocal cords not having been used for a couple of hours. You nod in response, standing up from your kneeling position and dust your knees off, stretching your arms over your head.

“Mhm. I’m glad I finally have the energy to stand, at the very least.” Slipping your feet into your warm house slippers, you wait for him to get up as well, observing the way his shirt rode up to reveal strong, freckled skin beneath it. You felt the urge to pepper him in kisses as thanks for him taking care of you for the past couple of days but push it down as soon as you hear (and feel) your stomach rumbling. A sheepish smile creeps its way onto your face as Tartaglia slowly turns his head to look at you, one brow raised, and both eyes narrowed in your direction.

“You’re hungry,” he mumbles, almost accusatory. “Told you that you should’ve eaten something yesterday,” he adds in a way that almost makes him sound like he’s... sulking?

“I know, I’m sorry,” you huff, a bashful flush appearing on your cheeks. “I was just so tired,” you add with your cheeks puffed out, standing your ground. No way was he going to make you feel guilty for wanting to sleep of all things.

Unable to keep up his irritated façade, Tartaglia smiles at you. He stands up, putting on his slippers as well and ruffles your hair affectionately. A noise of surprise leaves you as you turn to face him, watching his figure retreat out of the bedroom door and into the hallway leading towards the kitchen.

“Hey, what was that for!” you huff, catching up to him easily, his lazy strides not making it all that hard to stay away from you. Tartaglia simple chuckles, the sound easing your nerves at least slightly.

“Mm, payback.” He responds with a lazy smile, opening the fridge and taking some fruits out. Some raspberries, blueberries and other various small fruits to snack on until he decides to make a better breakfast. He places them on the table- in which you eagerly sit at, tossing the berries in your mouth with a delighted hum.

“Thanks for helping me bathe last night,” you say softly, watching the redhead take some ingredients out of the fridge and the pantry, placing them on the counter. He takes a large pout from one of the cupboards before glancing back at you and flashing you a coy smile.

“Mm, ‘course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my beloved in their time of need?” he says dramatically, turning his attention away from you and back to the pot in his hands. He fills it up with water, the sound echoing in the bowl, effectively muffling the sound of Tartaglia sniffling for a second time this morning.

You shrug, picking out a few raspberries out from their container and tossing them in your mouth. Silently, you bask in the joy of being able to properly breathe through your nose, lounging in your chair. You did feel better, however you still felt slightly weak from not doing anything for days on end. Just as you were about to speak up and mention how funny it was that Tartaglia hadn’t gotten sick even though he’d been sticking to your side like glue, he sneezes.

You jump in surprise, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the sneeze. He wipes his nose, back still facing you- almost hoping you didn’t hear it. But how could you possibly not have heard it when it was loud enough to wake up whatever wildlife was hanging around your humble cabin?

Shoulders slumping, you heave out an exasperated groan, holding back a laugh from the pure absurdity of your situation. You get up and grab a box of tissues for him, handing it to him as you pat his back reassuringly. Of course he would get sick now of all times. You still can’t help but to tease him, though.

“...Did you have to sneeze in the pot?”

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