SEASONS OF BLOSSOM. [0.1]

Wings Of Freedom

Ft. Venti x Gn!Florist reader

Cw : Hurt/No comfort, some grammar error i think? Ooc venti maybe, I HATE WRITING RAAAGH, english is not my mothertounge so sorry if some of the word are amiss.

Summary : You've always dreamed to be a florist, tending and caring a flower is what you've always liked to do. Even after you opened up your little flower shop it always has an upside downs, Customer comes and go but not until a certain green bard came abruptly to your life.

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Having to tend a little flower shop by yourself isn't always the easiest, picking up flower on starsnatch cliff by midnight and feeling the strong wind of mondstadt creeps up to your bone and then planting a seed of mondstadt native flower which grows into a beautiful flower then wilts the next day or either the pot falling from the balcony of a small rented house you're living in, then having to deal with rude customer.

Then again you remembered, this is the life you've always wanted.

Since little, You have always happily helped your parents with their little generational bakery. Either you were running around and delivering the freshly made bread to person that ordered it then getting a lot of compliment about how enthusiastic you are, it has always been the happiest day of your life. You wished that you could stay on that timeline of your life forever.

Sadly, one day. Your parents generational bakery comes to its end, as much as you can remember somebody blacklisted your parents bussines and making the bakery to be put out of business.

The day after it happened, it was a total chaos your parents were running here and there looking for a job vacancy to apply in. Your father said that he himself got a high paying job on snezhnaya and said that the job he applied in is pretty much dangerous and he had to move out of mondstadt to Snezhnaya leaving you and your own mother behind.

That night, he left you and your mother alone and left a letter saying..

"My dear beautiful wife, and my beloved child today is the last night i could see you with my own eyes. Worry not my dear family if the day ever comes that i wasnt in your arms remember that, i'll soar the sky and be with you as the wind of mondstadt. So fret not my dearest family."

You remembered how loud your mother cry were, after all when your father left your mother was very ill, You tried to use every allowances your parents gave you to look if theres a doctor who could treat her illnes, but your mother said...

"(Name) this sickness is uncureable, no matter if you search at the most smartest doctor. They cannot cure this generational illness, my own mother your grandma has this sickness too. Unfortunately she said that this illness has been going on our family tree since the first generation to our own. (Name).. im very scared if you caught this illness too, what if i was not there to tend to you? How would you survive by yourself?..." she holded your hand tightly while a little drop of tears falls down through her cheek.

Her word echoes through your ears frequently, even after her passing you could remember how her tone were laced in fear.

Mother... mother i miss you so much..

You doesn't even realize how your eyes water to the bitter memories when your mother passed away.

You tried to remember correctly about the symptoms your mother had when she was sick, first... she was pale.. and weak and then sometimes she.. coughed up blood wait why were you trying to remember the symptoms?? Perhaps, you were scared.

What if you caught the same illness your grandmother and your mother was? After all if you look at yourself correctly at the mirror you could see that your body were showing the same symptoms your mother had.

You turned your head to the dark sky of mondstadt, right.. its time to pick some cecilia

you got out of your so beloved bed you could feel the cold of the wooden floor hitting your bare feet, Maybe Midnight its a bad time to go pick out some cecilia, but deep down you know that you wanted to feel the mondstadt air and ease your mind for a little while.

You took one of your basket that you usually use to gather neither herb or flower and walked yourself up to the starsnatch cliff.

The midnight air was cold yet comforting, with every step you took you couldn't help but reminsice the old days when your beloved mother would take you to a night stroll on the starsnatch mountain. Often she tells you that sometimes a bard would play his lyre and sing a beautiful melody of a mondstadt poem. Said she that she would often gave up the idea of picking out the flower and admire the bard melody instead.

You wondered, was his melody really that good? So that your mother who has always hated bard fell in love with his melody. She even said that bard shouldn't sang their tune and stops being drunk.

Was he and his melody really that majestic?...

Indeed you were lost in your thought, until something or someone snapped your thought the more closer you walked the clearer the source was, its a... melody?.. was it the bard your mother tells you, From afar you could see a certain green bard sitting on the edge of the cliff and sang a certain melody.

What is he doing? On the middle night like this, does he not know the mondstadt air is too cold these day? And i was trying to enjoy my time picking out flower alone too. –You grumble down to yourself

The more you got closer to the cliff the more you could hear his melody, honestly his melody was beautiful. You were struck admiring him and his melody not caring about how the cold air is hitting you to the bone.

"Hoho~ is someone admiring the bard and his tune?" The green bard stopped playing and turned his head at you, "Was my melody beautiful that it made you stop your track and listen to it?" His feet dangling on the edge of the cliff.

"Ahem! Of course no, i was uhh here to pick out some flower see??" You bend yourself down to pluck some cecilia

"Lying is bad you know? But i'll let you do whatever your doing" said he as he continues to strum his lyre down and sang an old mondstadt song

What a weird bard –You muttered down to yourself

"Anyway Since this is midnight, what kind of a bard would see himself at the cliff while singing some mondstadt song or poem and not singing drunk at the angel share?" Again you said while picking up a batch of fresh flower while occasionally shivering from the cold air.

"Well, singing here made me remember some of the beautiful moments i shared with my late friend ehe, and honestly stranger seeing you here reminds me of a certain person, Hm.. which person was it eh?~" Said the bard with a cheeky tone, "Ah! I remember, it was that woman that would often came here to pick out some flower! Just like you." He got up from the cliff and walked towards you, "Though picking out flower at midnight isnt good is it? You should go home soon."

Damn.. who is he to tell me to do something?...

"Of course stranger, i will go home after i finished, and i diddnt quite catch your name, whats your name?"

"Im Venti the number one bard in the wholee teyvat! And what's your name stranger?" His aqua green eyes met yours

"Im... (Name) its a pleasure to meet you."

"No need to be so formal (Name), I'll be going now. See you somewhere!" He waves his hand at you while walking down the mountain.

Hmm, his name sound quite familiar i wonder –You continued picking out the flower, Today flower is so fresh~

After you finished on picking out the flower for tommorow sell, you descended your way down the mountain, again feeling the cold air of mondstadt hits your bone. Though seeing that bard makes you wonder if he is really the bard that your dearest mother mentioned, his melody were really beautiful.

After a little journey down the starsnatch cliff to your little rented apartement you set down the filled bucket with flower in it down and started to plant them down one by one on a little pot you got from flora.

Today flower is really fresh, im sure flora would like it~ —you muttered down to yourself

Though you wonder how you ended up being a florist, when all you dreamed was to be an adventurer, just like your father.

Your father had an pyro vision that light up brightly just like his own heart, said he when he got it, he felt disappointment arose on his heart. When he wanted an Anemo vision, so why does the god grants him an pyro one instead?

That pyro vision often burned his hand, you remember one time your mother dared him to cook by himself since apparently he made mother mad and ended up (almost) burning the whole kitchen and made your mother even more mad.

But, Again when you rethink of what your father said when he was disappointed of getting an pyro vision instead of anemo, you wanted to be mad you really do. Even after numerous of pray you did to the gods to grant you a vision, you never got one. Imagine how fun is it to have vision with you?

Like maybe cooking is easier when you have a pyro vision with you, or maybe the Anemo one! You could clean the leaves near your home by swooshing the wind.

Tsk, why was that old man so ungrateful. —you grumbled while aggresively patting your hand to get the dirt off.

You plopped yourself down to the bed and made yourself comfortable.

I hope tommorow is better.

The next morning came pretty quick, the ray of sunlight seeping from the curtain stirs you awake. The first thing that came in your mind is.. work.

Flora must been waiting, better hurry..

After you've done your usual morning routine, you picks up 2 pot of cecilia and walks outside your home, as usual you being you still being popular despite the incident that occured on your family.

You walked and walked to the mondstadt gates while occasionally saying hello to the people outside.

"Flora! I brought the flowers from last night, they looked really fresh today." You squatted and puts down the flower pot arranging it under flora's table

"When did you picked this up?" Flora asked

"As usual you know, on midnight. Though the wind was really freezing me up last night!"

"(Name)! I told you to stop picking up flower at midnight, who know a monster might get you or maybe the wind will freeze you!" She kneeled beside you, "Im worried about you (Name), dont push yourself, your sickness Its– " she paused, her eyes showing worries.

"You shouldn't be worrying me too much flora! I can take care of myself, im very strong no monster and wind could make me succumb to my own knees." You got up and offered your hand to her, "Now cmon! The work is waiting."

"Alright alright! Just dont overdo yourself." Said flora as she takes your hand and got up to her foot.

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As time went by, the sun has set down. Leaving you and flora alone, Time to pack everything– you muttered to yourself but you noticed that, a certain bard has been watching you from afar. Though you paid no mind since ur eyes is starting to give up on staying awake.

"Aaaa im too tired, why does these weeks seems so tiring to me flora?.." you stretched your back while whining a little, "I gotta go rest.."

"Yea, you definitely should (name). Plus you gotta go check that illness of yours, its been a while since you paid a visit to that doctor." Flora turned her eyes to you whilst organizing the flower pot in front of the stall, "now go home (name), leave the rest to me!"

"Alright.. thanks flora, you too dont go home too late." Said you as you packed your things and walked yourself home.

The walk to your home wasnt that far since the place your staying in is near flora's flower stall, when you arrive at your doorstep again you realize that someone gaze has been eyeing you since you walked yourself home.

Eerie... –was all you could thought

The moment you entered your house you feel that something is wrong, your head was spinning abruptly and your vision was blurry, your palm were sweating.

"Hey! You alright??"

You could hear someone voice? When you turned your heels to see who it was.

Oh.. its that green bard– was all you could mutter before collapsing into the floor and your vision darkened.

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You do not remember how long you were gone, but what you remember is that when you woke up you could hear 2 person mumbling about something, what is happening?? –You asked yourself

You started to open your eyes little by little, while sometimes you squinted your eyes trying to adjust to the lights around you, when you started to observe your surrounding. You realized that you were laying in your bed.

You turned your head to see where the mumbling noise was, flora?..

"(Name)! Thanks the archons you're awake, this green bard was running to me saying that hey! Your friend collapsed! –to which i replied WHO?!" She said whilst removing the ice pack on your head.

"Ehe! Glad i've spotted you on time, sorry about breaking into your house though." Said the green bard which if you remember correctly, his name was Venti.

"Must've been whatever this sickness is.. right??" You turned your head to flora.

"Anyway, (Name) ill go get your food from my house alright? You stay put here with venti. Venti dont do anything weird to them, remember what our agreement is." Flora said while she got on her heels and walked herself through your home.

And now what left is just you and the bard whose his position right now is sitting on your bed, "So how do you feel (Name)?" He opened his mouth to speak.

"Do i know you?" You muttered

"Aww cmonn dont pretend we're not close! (Name) its not good that you're starting to forget your savior!" He said crossing his arms

My what?! I diddnt even known him for long!

"Okay okay i–" your own voice was interrupted by a fist of cough coming down from your own throat, that hurted..

"Take it easy (Name), just rest i'll watch you." The bard said, "Should i sing you a tune then, its free dont worry." He said summoning his lyre, as he started to strummed his lyre down you realized how familiar the melody was, it feels as if you were listening it for the second time ever.

When you looked at his face, your mind suddenly went nostalgic. He reminds you of a certain someone? But.. who?

"Do i.. know you?.." for the second time again you muttered to yourself, you tried to recollect any memories that involve this certain green bard but there was none

"Have i ever met you before that time on starsnatch cliff?" You blurted the word out of your mouth, to your surprise the bard choked on his own melody. Seeing how surprised and weird his look was you began to ponder even more.

"Ehh i wonder.. what do you think then (Name)? Was i that weird bard who you met on the starsnatch cliff last time?" His aqua green eyes meets yours.

To which you shrugged your own shoulder as a response, "i dont know... venti.."

"You dont have to remember its fine, anyway flora will be here soon with your medicine, maybe to pass the time should i tell you a story?"

You only nodded your head in response.

"At last there was a story—"

Where a bard met a mondstadter who piques his interest, their hobby of dancing and their hobby of baking intrigue him.

There comes a day when he started talking to them, to which on his own surprises! They share the same hobby as him... Which is Singing. Everyday they would be running around the town singing music, every night they would sat together on the startsnatch cliff and tells eachother funny stories.

The moon is beautiful today isn't it? They blurted out, in which the bard responses, I know.

But sadly there comes a day when the bard partner had accident, their family bussines went out of bussiness. The bard never knew what his partner was dealing with, until one night it all ended.

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"Alright! Thats it, the another part of story can wait another time (Name), flora is here already." He said standing up from your own bed, "I'll get going if you want to know the continuation meet me at the starsnatch cliff Ehe! See you"

Again he waved his hand at you and left, somehow your heart aches when he left something felt amiss on your heart.

"Flora who is he?." You turned your head to face her.

"Not important (Name) go eat first alright" she said

Who.. is he? Why does he feel so familiar

This time you could only bottle the feeling down to yourself, even flora persist that she's not gonna give you an answer. Should i try asking the bard??..

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Ironic isnt it? Seeing your own lover started to gradually forgets you? Just because of your little mistake everything started to went downhill.

The only thing that brighten up your life, Gone. Even when you tried so hard to make them remember who you are, you failed.

Because of your own mistake, now you cant do what you used to do with them, holding hands, hugging, laughing with each other, and maybe even being affectionate with each other.

Merely, they were nothing but a stranger to you now, all because of your own mistake.

It was your own mistake Venti, if only at that time you were quick enough they wouldn't forget you.

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Ty for reading whatever this shitty ahh post, gn im gonna go sleep ty.

I just wanna... kiss him HAVDHHSBANANZM

Hey ho! Im back, anw can i request maybe an hc where akito have a really affectionate s/o who like to shower him with compliment or maybe an PDA (if he's comfy with it ofc) tyy!:DDD

lets do this ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ wahh sorry if its a little short (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Affectionate s/o

Akito Shinonome

I kid you not. This guy can't process the amount of compliments you give him fast enough.

He would compliment you back but you some how always one-up him

s/o: Your eyes are so pretty

Akito: And so are yours

s/o: No you don't get it. Your eyes are such a pretty olive colour that the in the sun it looks like jewels, its so pretty that i could probably stare at them for the rest of my life.

Akito: shocked and blushing

Sometimes he would catch you staring at him with this warm affectionate gaze that gets his heart racing because no one really looks at him that way. gives him the butterflies.

Bro can't handle it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

It gets even worse when you PDA (vv cute but singlelivesmatter ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

He would never initiate PDA but would gladly accept it if you do.

When you intertwine your fingers with his when you go outside, he literally can't help but blush and be completely aware of how you hold his hand and pull him along when you see something interesting.

If you give him a peck on the cheek he just stops functioning altogether. He's absolutely whipped for you.

s/o: gives him a peck

Akito: Wha-

s/o: Sometimes i look at you and feel like im falling for you all over again

Akito: - (this guy is on the floor dead)

Going to pride with them

since today is the last day of pride month, here’s some headcanons over how these characters would act at pride

Itadori 

-Itadori is super excited to go to pride because he genuinely wants to show his support and learn new things about the community.

-He is legit decked out in a rainbow shirt along with a ton of colorful necklace beads and vibrant face paint drawn across his face.

-Itadori just has the biggest smile on his face as his eyes take in all the lively surroundings around him. He’s waving a tiny flag around in his hands while cheering loudly when he notices that everyone else is as well. 

-People would start to sense Itadori’s enthusiasm to be here right now, so Itadori has a lot of people who come up to him and give him things such as flower crowns, glasses, and pins. There are also people who would call him over and start dancing with him to the music playing loudly on the speakers.

-He’s complimenting everyone’s fashion as he walks by them and somehow finds himself taking pictures with a lot of random strangers.

-He’s listening intently to the stories and experiences of others when they’re giving speeches and he slowly starts to become educated of the history and significance of this festival. By the end of the day, Itadori appreciates and acknowledges how important pride month is to many people and will now have such an happy memory forever ingrained in his head.

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childhood best friends to lovers with xiao

ingredients: you have been friends with xiao almost your whole life... but it's the little things that make you realize there's something more.

calories: xiao + gender neutral reader

serving size: modern/highschool au・fluff・hurt/comfort・headcanons・too lazy to do word count rn

how did you guys meet in the first place? it was quite simple, really. it was when you guys were both first graders and the both of your parents were friends! all in all, they brought you over to his place and somehow xiao ended up accidentally throwing a cupcake at your face.

you thought he hated you until he popped up on your doorstep the next day, a single cupcake in his hand. to this day you think it's a pretty funny story and tease xiao for it (he always flicks your forehead and says he wouldn't mind throwing a cupcake at you again)

growing up, everyone usually knew xiao as the quiet boy in class and didn't pay attention to him. you knew him as your best friend with the great spotify playlists and the king of having no sleep. and now you were both in the middle of high school, he still barely got any sleep despite your protests.

it was surprising on how xiao was the one waking you up each day for school, climbing the tree beside your house and knocking loudly on your window. you decided to just leave it unlocked most nights (although once, he woke you up by pouring water on you and you arrived to school with a towel on your head)

days would go by normally. hanging out with xiao, studying with xiao, even having a sleepover with xiao! so when did your heart start to flutter at the sight of him?

was it when he climbed through your window, not in the morning but in the middle of the night? it was when he nudged you awake, telling you about a nightmare he had and apologizing that he woke you up. but you both ended up playing games until sunrise, eventually passing out on the bed with your head on xiao's lap.

or was it when he suddenly stopped walking, delaying the time you would reach some random destination? xiao turned around without a word, bending down and tying your shoelaces for you because it had gotten untied. you definitely remembered him ruffling your hair, telling you to check before you leave the house next time.

or maybe it was when he won that volleyball game! his whole team was cheering but he only smiled when he met you in the school parking lot, a bright expression on your face and you insisting that it was time to celebrate.

but what about that time you were both randomly hanging out at a park playground? a shady guy was around the area and you definitely noticed xiao's hand reaching for yours, pulling you close and convincing you that the other side of the park was much more interesting.

you appreciated xiao. you cared about xiao. you wanted him to be happy. and of course you loved him! you didn't realize that you loved him in a romantic way until your heart dropped at a statement xiao said.

"high school love is a waste of time," xiao scowled, getting annoyed at the amount of people relentlessly pinning for him and suddenly calling him "the hottest in the grade." why were they wasting his time? and being so frustrating?

your heart crushed as you tried to calm him down, telling him to ignore them and that he was right.

was he?

so you kept your feelings to yourself. even when summer came around and it was a hot day, refusing xiao's offer to have his cold drink. you knew he already took a sip and didn't want to seem annoying but he seemed tired of your complaining, eventually shoving (gently!) the straw in your mouth.

the only thing you could think about was that you just shared an indirect kiss with xiao.

despite wanting to confess already, you knew xiao wouldn't waste time on such things and you didn't want to be unfair towards him. even as some girl kept insisting for xiao's number and you instinctively told her that you were his partner, shooing her off and getting a thank you from xiao.

if only it was real.

but it felt real. it felt incredibly real that one day you cried in the rain, the day being extremely overwhelming and you hating it. you let yourself believe that it was real as xiao dropped the umbrella he had in his hand, choosing to hold you in his arms instead and deal with a cold later. you still remember him rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and ignoring anyone who walked by.

and then the final straw happened.

this time, you were the one who crawled through his window late at night. the one who received the 3 AM text saying "i got another one." the one who held xiao in their arms as he broke down in front of you the first time, just so tired of his stupid nightmares that almost felt like reality.

you were upset, just as xiao was when he saw you break down before. most importantly, you felt like the both of you didn't deserve this. xiao didn't deserve getting such horrid nightmares while you didn't deserve him. was it even right for you to be his friend in the first place? were you even worth it? you felt like such a waste of time.

it was ironic of you telling xiao to ignore the voices in his head when you listened to yours. and he knew.

so he cradled your face in his hands, even as tears rolled down his face and made you cry too. you finally listened, not speaking a single word as xiao placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer.

"i love you. so so, much. don't ever forget that."

and you didn't. to this day as you peppered kisses all over xiao's face and he slow danced with you in his room. although you could hardly believe that he confessed first and he liked you as well, you were thankful.

here's to many more days with your beloved. cherish them, all the way to the end.

i think you can tell the message is to appreciate people when you can (unless they suck). ilysm and you are worth it, stay strong and hold on!! idc how cringe i sound right now you deserve beautiful, happy things.

ANYWAYS

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bold: i can’t tag you for some reason!

i just KNOW i'm gonna regret posting this tomorrow morning but i need something to post so i hope you enjoyed!!

The way your writing is so fucking good?? It’s such a joy to read and you have such a distinct style that has me straight up kicking my feet :’)

I saw in your bio that requests are open, have you ever considered… reader getting hurt somewhere far from civilisation and Leon running himself absolutely ragged trying to get them help? Just holding them so tightly, running until his heart feels like it’s about to burst because he just needs them to be okay, I feel like he would stop at nothing to keep from losing the people he loves, ya know?

Anyway, hope you have a great day! <3

thank u so much aaaa <3333!!!! im feelin sad and devious so have fun with this one!!!

warning: angst, blood mention, death

Leon can’t remember the last time he cried.

He’s lived through suffering and destruction and death, and pieces of those memories still reside within him as little fragments of glass that puncture and tear and burrow. He’s tried to move on, to grit his teeth and bear the pain, but it always comes back. Always worse than last time.

You bleed a dark pool into the patch of grass you had collapsed upon. Touching your chest leaves his hands slick and sticky. The knees of his pants stain.

He radios in to HQ, calls for evacuation, medevac, help. The line statics. The BSAA soldiers are miles away by now.

It was supposed to be a cleanup, a simple job, and now you’re dying.

He doesn’t think straight. He can’t now. He loves you, and you’re dying, and he’s failed everyone he’s ever cared about.

As he strips off your gear, he thinks of Raccoon City. As he cuts away your shirt, he thinks of his parents.

Who does he have left? Who, besides you?

He whispers things (I love you, stay with me, it’s alright, I love you, don’t leave me, I love you), and you’re choking. Trying to speak. The light drains from your eyes and still, you cup a chilled, wet hand over his jaw.

“‘m okay,” you say, hoarse and choked-out. So weak. Weak and pallid and he’s never felt so helpless in his entire fucking life.

The blood won’t stop. He recalls his training and second-natures the first-aid steps, but the smell of iron makes him nauseous and your weakening grip on his shirt rips away his reason.

He picks you up, and he runs.

If he remembers right—please let him remember right—Delta team heads west. He can reach them. He can reach them and the medic they travel with. They’ll patch you up and call for medevac and you’ll survive.

He can’t fail you. Not again. Not like the others.

The path is uneven, and stray branches catch his clothes, and his lungs heave to the point of bursting, and he might collapse soon. You might die.

But he’s stubborn and strong-willed, and he has to see things through to the end.

That’s what I love most about you. He remembers the way you had smiled, all toothy and jesting. Smeared head-to-toe with dirt after following him to the ends of the earth, after crawling into a collapsed bunker owned by some retired Umbrella scientist to save him. Maybe you could be a little more careful about it, though.

The moment he realized he loved you.

It terrified him at first. Becoming soft again, tender-hearted, lovesick.

Later, when you said you loved him, when he admitted his own secret, when he kissed you in the quiet shadows of that warehouse, he knew he was done for.

His knees buckle, and he collapses. Mud seeps through his pants, chills down to bone, but he never lets you go.

The comms still ring with static. 

Delta team is nowhere to be found.

Your body rests limp against his chest. The blood has stopped, now thick and half-dried on his skin. On yours.

He stares down at you. At the ash of your complexion. At the glassy eyes, void of light, wide-open, fixed to a point just over his shoulder. When he tilts your chin, skin cold against his fingers, your unbroken gaze follows.

Already, he misses their color. The starshine when you looked at him. The wrinkle of your brow when you grew angry. The scrunch of your face when you smiled.

Already, he speaks of you in past tense. 

Your chest never expands again. Your heart never thumps beneath his palm. There’s no pulse—he checks three places three different times.

The comms spark to life with a message from HQ. Bird on standby, Delta team half a mile due west. Respond… respond… Respond.

He looks down at you—you, who believed in him, who taught him what love felt like, who followed him to the ends of the earth—now a corpse, another failing, another memory of jagged edges and broken glass.

And he cries.

A comfort and a warm.

Ft. Childe/Ajax

Cw : Male Reader, Reader's a florist! Story written from Childe/Ajax POV Ooc childe sobs. RUSHED ASF. Not proofread

Summary : Ajax has always been a lonely person who kept his burden all by himself, but not until a certain boy came to his life and lit his hollow soul ablaze.

A/N : its alr the end of the year lol, i just wanna say a lots and tons of sorry for being so inactive, basically school is destroying my sanity and i've been trying to finish my last request (very sorry to the anon) anw im writing this to fill my blog since its so empty

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After the abyss incident Ajax could feel that he was nothing but a living corpse that seek nothing but power, even when his family was always by his side and comforting him every night saying how grateful they were that he came back home in one piece, yes he may physically came home in one piece but what about his inner mind? Is he still the cheerful and innocent Ajax they used to know?

Ajax's family were very much aware about his abyss incident, and they were aware about how his mental condition were worsening when he joined the Fatui and yet they said and did nothing about it.

He had it said to himself that the day when the fatui took him in, "This is the end of my youth and the beggining of my day as a warrior, from today onward i promise I'll be stronger to protect those i care about." And thus he left his innocence behind and built himself a mask that he hoped will cover any remant of his childhood self.

Sure the masks of personality he built worked, but at what cost?

Ajax felt as if he was hollow, he wondered to himself if he was still alive at this point, everything he said everything he do felt meaningless even when he came home to the welcoming arm of his family he felt that something inside him were missing, sure he may looked happy but.. is that what he truly felt?

But even after all of that, he remembers one certain incident where... he met a certain boy that changes his view of world.

He remembers vividly, it was a pretty sunny day on liyue, as always ajax was wandering aimlessly whilst admiring the calming and busy atmosphere and even occasionally saying Hi to whoever he met whether it was colleagues or just someone he happens to know, that's until he stumbled upon a very familiar face, You.

—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–— Liyue 2 Years ago.

"Goodmorning comrade, is the flower selling well today?" I said to the person as i fasten up my pace and jumping giddily, a liyuean florist whom i and the other Liyuean people adored, because of his well known calm and reserved demeanor and a sweetest smile he earned a sweet title by the children as a "Sunflower Boy"

"Goodmorning, what should i call you today eh, Maybe young master?" He said while chuckling softly, Sadly unbeknownst to the liyue people He an Fatui Agent, A cold blooded killer hiding behind the sweet smile face that watches all over the Liyue.

"Aw come on (Name), lets put the work aside" ajax turned his gaze towards you while fiddling with the flower on display, "This looked fresh, when did u picked this qingxin?" He asked.

"Last mission, i found a place with lots qingxin so why not harvest it from there?" Heh last mission huh?

"Wasn't the last mission i sent u on was a bloodbath?" I said to him.

Huft... you sighed, "if you want to talk the details about the last mission we better not do it here, Childe."

"Oh? Calling by my codename rather than Tartaglia huh? Interesting" he chuckled, "is it a one step of getting closer?"

Honestly if i could ho and visit you everyday, I would.

"Anyway Childe, what brings you here?" He asked while organizing the flower bouquet.

"Well, i just wanted to see you. Beside i needed a flower for teucer, how much for this one" he said while pointing to a flower bouquet, "that one pretty, im sure teucer would love it."

"Teucer huh? Wait.. Teucer is here??" He turned his gaze at me completely shocked, "How come is he here? Did he run off again."

"Of course not! He said he missed Liyue and Teucer is teucer he begged to go to liyue with me."

"Heh Teucer always like that isn't he? Anyway here's your flower bucket sir, dont forget we have a meeting at 7PM today" he gave the flower bucket to me and grabbed my hand softly "Keep the money, beside i don't want my own superior to pay and dont't forget send my regard to teucer." He smiled fondly.

Somehow something inside my heart is burning truly, i could feel my face heatin up and my heart racing.

"Shit." I cursed down my breath and pulled my hand away from his, "Well ahem!, since we have a meeting today why dont i go treat you some meal before we began our work hm? You've been a really good assistant to me too these days, how about we go for third round knockout?"

"Sounds good! I was getting hungry myself." He said giggling, "but first i need to clean up the flower store." He hurriedly packed the flower away.

"Here let me help you comrade."

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Even until these day i wondered why you would hold my hand at the first place, Your hand not so fit for a florist, calloused and littered with scars but yet i somehow still adored it, at that time i wished the time could stop. I wished that we could hold hand a little longer.

A lot of people say that my action are getting a little too visible, how i smiled when his face randomly came on my mind or how sometimes he came to my office bringing the paperwork i need to do while smiling brightly, or maybe the time when he take cares of me while i was sick. I remember vividly, he would came to my office bringing me a cup of hot tea while ushing me to take a rest and said that he would take my place for a while, oh how sweet of him.

Even my fellow harbinger friend "Signora" said

"Poor boy tartaglia, can't even confess his feeling to his own assistant? You know that our job is dangerous right? death is not a uncommon thing here, either you will run out of time or..."

"Or what signora." I said my tone coming out coldly

"You know it already tartaglia."

–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—–—– 1.45 AM Tartaglia Office

I scribbled down the last stack paperwork i needed to fill and submit whilst feeling that in any second my head could've exploded.

Just what time is it? I turned my head over to the clock sitting next to the sofa clearly showing that its past midnight and yet here i am trying to finish of what seem like non ending paperwork, should i just gave up? I have a free schedule tommorow anyway slacking off a little wouldn't hurt right? Right.

Slowly i could feel that my eyes is getting droopy and my body relaxing, i rested my head down to the desk im working at and slowly drifting to slumber.

But clearly before i was completely sleeping i could hear my office door slowly sliding open following with a long sigh of a certain person?? Honestly i was too tired to even look up and checked who it was.

Again before i knew it the next morning i woke up with a jacket draped over my shoulder and a finished paperwork? Half of it are already submitted i wonder, and a little note saying that i shouldn't overworked myself.

Straightening myself up i take off the jacket and inspected it for a little while finding a nametag signed "(Name)" in it. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh, Why do you care so much about me (Name)?

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After everthing you've done for me, how could i repay you? I remembered one single memory where everything changed, both you and me.

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Sometimes i could walked down the hallway with a bruised and bloodied body, and yet i never came running down to seek the medical staff, i walked myself to your office, where i know you would stay there and do whatever you needed to do, i know this has been the countless time i did it but yet, you never showed anger you welcomed me with open arms and tended my wound with your gentle hand, a hand that healed my inner self.

I knocked softly on your office door, "(Name) are you there? Its me, i got.. problems."

"Be right there" i could hear a faint shuffling and a rushing steps running to the door.

And the door opened, revealing you with a shocked and somewhat concerned face mixed with "I know this would happen" expression, "Well, good evening comrade as you see uhh i got trouble here." I tried to put my usually bright self.

"Get inside and sit down, let me get my medical kit"

I did as he ordered me to, i sat down to the usualy chair where he tended my wound and maybe sometimes where i would drop in and said Hi to him while he was resting.

"Look Ajax i do not want to hear your reason about this injury, im growing indeed tired of hearing your exact same reason." He said while sitting on a small chair and giving me a gesture to open up my clothes, "Open it i need to see the wounds"

"You know that its better for you to seek the actual medical staff and get yourself patched up there"

"Honestly (Name) my injuries heals faster if the one who patched it up is you" i said while smiling giddily, "But anyway thanks for always doing this though, i know i should've gone to the infirmary but yet i came up running to you"

"Sure yea, this might sting a little stay still."

Sting a little? I couldn't even feel anything when my mind is totally centered to how your hand tended my injuries.

When he patched me up, i stayed silent the rest of the time, i thinked about how he still wants to do this despite scolding me for a thousand time already.

"There and its done" he said while giving my back a little rub, "as i said next time dont overdo it Ajax, anyway here's your clothes the weather is really cold today isnt it?"

"Thank you (Name), and could i ask you something?"

"Ask away Ajax"

"Why do you keep doing this, despite of how many time you said to me that i was a nuisance? And the amount of stuff you did to me. Truly it did leave a mark at my heart, You know that time? When we met and talked at your flower shop and you hold my hand? I swear i couldm't get enough of it, and you know i've been holding myself to say this. I Liked you alot! More than friends if you are wondering, its fine if you dont feel the same, atleast i could get it out of my chest" i poured all the feeling i've been holding on for so many days, secretly i hoped that you would share the same feelings with me.

"And (Name) being with you truly healed my inner self, You did keep me sane the whole time you know that?" I laughed, while trying to hold in the little tears that pooled around the corner of my eye.

"Well Ajax, In fact i did share the same feeling with you, I Liked you too! Way longer than you did, i strucked love when i met you on your recruit days, we were on the same teams that day"

He said while Holding our hand together, but this time it was more genuine.

"I.. how could i not know then?"

"Maybe because you're too busy getting that harbinger title"

"(Name) i do not know how to respond to this, truly thank you, Thank you for everything." I squezzed his hand gently, "Thank You."

I never felt anything more happy than this, That day i feel that he has set my hollow soul ablaze.

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Bonus lmao :

"Hey (Name)" i turned my sight to him

"Yes?"

"Could i ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Kiss the injuries it helps them heals faster"

"....."

"No"

(Name) proceeds to smother ajax w little kisses and yes it make Ajax giggle and kicks his feet like a damn toddler

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How you grew up

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➳ Oneshot ; 2.4k

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You never expected to see your best friend again after he disappeared from your life years ago, but was your reunion really a blessing? [1O.O7.2O21]

Zep's Note ; I never really write angst nor did I ever write anything like this before. So uh, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this?

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It was over a decade ago that your best friend had disappeared without leaving a trace. Over a decade since you had last seen his ocean blue eyes that sparkled when the boy smiled, since he had last brought you pretty flowers he found in the neighbors' gardens, since he had last taken your hand in his as you ran through the Snezhnayan snow together. On a day of misery over a decade ago, Ajax had vanished from your life, and not even his family knew a thing.

That's what they said, at least, and no one in town questioned anything. Neither did you, but what was there for you to question when you were only ten years old? 

You were in love with Ajax back then, and he was in love with you – for as far as two ten-years olds were able to comprehend the true, in-depth meaning of love. As if it were meant to be a tragedy, you had promised each other to be forever together, to get married when you were old enough, just a few days before the boy disappeared. 

Years passed, the promise slipped from your memory and ended up forgotten, and the small necklace Ajax had given you to seal the promise had lost its significance. 

Until he was in front of you again.

April 17

Upon barely reaching the top of the stairs that led you to the Northland Bank in Liyue Harbor, a sudden appearance in your vision had you gasping for air frantically and you almost toppled down again in sheer and utmost shock.

The purpose of your visit was long forgotten, so was everything else on your mind; all was washed away now that you almost collided with the person who had been about to descend the same stairs you had climbed, but he now stood frozen as much as you did.

It was over a decade that your best friend had disappeared without leaving a trace, and now he was in front of you, all grown up into a tall and handsome young man but still so much like the Ajax you knew.

"Y/N..." he whispered, and just when your name fell off his lips, you leaped forward and threw your arms around him with a sob.

He too had teared up, eyes watery as he held you so so so close, as if he was afraid of another decade of separation if he would let go of you again. With great effort you peeled away from his embrace after a while, let your eyes wander to meet his, cupped his face and called his name with a shaky voice.

There were so many questions, so many things you wanted to say, but your voice had forgotten its sole purpose and you could only utter out his name over and over and you felt like crying for real when a smile washed over Ajax's face.

You weren't stupid. Of course you recognized a member of the Fatui when you saw one. It was quite clear to you that Ajax had joined the Tsaritsa's delegation of diplomats, but in your moment of bliss you chose to ignore it.

You had found Ajax again, the boy you had lost for more than ten years. The hows and whys were the least of your concerns now. All that mattered was the fact that you were reunited, and you were utterly overwhelmed by the fact that he was right in front of you.

He took you to where he was staying in the harbor city that night, and though he avoided the topic of what happened during his long absence, you two happily reminiscensed about all the good memories you had of growing up together.

And the promise? He never forgot.

It made you wonder. What if maybe, just maybe, the bond you once had could be restored again? What if you two could still find the together you had promised each other all those years ago? If fate reunited you again, who knew what else fate had in store for you?

June 24

Ajax wasn't Ajax anymore.

Though you initially thought your friend was still the boy from all those years ago, it was a statement you quickly dismissed. Ajax had changed, and drastically so. What happened to him when he disappeared? And how did he end up with the Fatui?

He was a Vision bearer now, aided by an additional Delusion. Why did he need the strength of two elements? You were a bit worried about it. Did his Vision relate to his disappearance? It wasn't a rarity for Archons to bestow their elemental power onto people in a situation dire or tragic. And then there was his Delusion. Not much was known about these artificial Visions, but they were rumored to be harmful for their bearers.

What was he doing?

"Good morning, Ajax," you greeted the male, smiling softly as you woke up next to him in the morning.

"Can you stop calling me that?" he asked, averting his gaze as if he was ashamed. "I- Please call me Childe from now on."

"Childe?" you echoed, your smile rapidly faltering.

He had asked you to be his the day before, and the sweet moment had you forgetting about all your worries and doubts regarding the male, but they all came back now.

You wanted to ask him why, but Ajax, or Childe, slipped out of the bed and started to prepare for another day of work. He got dressed, fixed his hair, gave you a quick kiss, and then he was gone, leaving you behind in a confused daze.

It was summer in Liyue Harbor, so why was it so cold all of a sudden? You curled up into a little ball under the blankets in the empty bed and heaved out a sigh. Maybe the red flags you blissfully ignored shouldn't have been ignored.

The fact that he worked for the Fatui, the double elements he wielded, and above all, the fact that his ocean eyes had lost their sparkle, and his gaze had become empty and dull and his sweet and boyish smile never reached his eyes anymore.

You fell in love with the guy who was merely a ghost of the person he used to be. He was no longer your Ajax. Who was Childe?

July 10

He was a Harbinger.

Childe was one of the Fatui Harbingers, the elite that led the military detachment along with the Tsaritsa herself.

Was that why he had become so cold? There were weeks where you hardly saw him, when the Fatui required his full focus and attention and he had no time left for you.

He came back tired that night, mood sour and grumpy, but he still forced out a smile when he walked past you. You could see he tried to show his heart, his warmth, to tell you he loved you despite everything. That night, he fell asleep in your arms, and it felt truly okay.

But Childe was still a Harbinger.

You weren't too sure what it meant to be one, but it seemed to implement a fair deal of stress on the male in your arms. That must be why he often acted the way he did. Yet, it didn't make it less tough on you.

You missed Ajax.

All was good now that he was peacefully asleep in your arms and you held him close now that he let you do so for once. Sadly, it was but a momentary burst. Tomorrow he'd be the cold Fatui elite again, and you weren't looking forward to it.

This wasn't what you signed up for. You had cancelled your return to Snezhnaya so you could stay with the man you loved but it felt as if you were only drifting apart more. For Celestia's sake, Childe was a tapestry of secrets who hid his true self even from his lover, and he got upset at you whenever you gingerly brought up the subject while all you wanted was to understand him.

He refused to open up to you, no matter how hard you tried. Childe was at peace when he slept in your arms, but that was as far as the moments of love you shared went. This was no good, and you were reaching the limit of how much more you could take.

You felt homesick, and the feeling of home you had hoped to find at Ajax's side wasn't there. You yearned for Snezhnaya, because next to Childe, you felt lonely.

You knew he tried, but was it enough?

It was a game of push and pull, and the male seemed to be at war with himself, with his feelings and his desires. Was it even fair for you to expect him to love you properly while he was struggling with his own problems?

But he was the one who asked you...

September 15

He came home, his clothes covered in stains of crimson blood. You didn't want to believe it, you refused to acknowledge it, but your attempts failed when he greeted you with a cheerful grin. So when acts of violence were still freshly engraved in his memory, he was able to find some mirth within himself? He needed to spill blood in order to look happy?

This wasn't right.

"Childe, why?" you quietly asked.

"I got stronger again," came the reply, and the hand that had just held a bloodied sword now ruffled your hair playfully.

You had enough. It was getting too much, it started to scare you. You had to get away, leave Liyue and distance yourself from the man you loved – did he even love you? You didn't know, nor did it matter. You had tried to tell yourself that you were happy here in the beginning, but time had taught you that you weren't happy at all.

That evening, you cooked him dinner – his favorite meal, because you knew it would be the last time you ever cooked something for him. The smile he gave you pulled on your heartstrings, made you doubt your decision to leave, but what was one small moment of joy worth against the emptiness you felt around him perpetually?

For months you had desperately clung onto the sorry excuse of your relationship with Childe. You refused to believe Ajax was gone for real, hoping that he would come back if you held on tightly enough. You tried to love Childe, you really did.

Your heart was at war. Next to you was the boy you spent your gleeful years of youth with, the boy who was your first love, yet at the same time he wasn't. You knew your heart wouldn't find peace if you stayed here.

You knew you had to end it, so you did.

"This isn't working, Childe," you said, your voice shaky. "I'm... I'm breaking up with you."

You were on the brink of tears when you forced out those words, but you started truly crying when the Fatui in front of you teared up as well, hurt and disbelief falling over his features.

"You grew up, Childe. I love Ajax, but I can't find him in you anymore. It's unfair for us both if this illusion lasts any longer."

You saw his heart shatter when the meaning of your words dawned upon him, and yours did the same. It fell apart in a thousand tiny pieces, shards of a broken heart that would take ages to be mended again – if it could be mended, you weren't too sure about that.

It hurt, it hurt so damn much. But it had been hurting you for months, and living in a lie had tarnished your spirit. Old wounds resurfaced, torn open so they could heal again and properly this time.

There was a boat leaving for Snezhnaya that night, and you got your hands on a ticket in the very last minute before its departure.

Childe held you close for the last time ever. His arms were around you and yours were around him in an embrace that held naught but pain. He was crying, you were too, and you both struggled to breathe as you knew all between you was over for good now.

For the last time, his teary eyes sought yours, and he hoarsely whispered your name, tellong you to take care of yourself. You told him the same, and those were the last words you ever exchanged as the boat carried you far, far away from him.

December 21

You found a small silver necklace with a tiny gemstone as blue as the shimmering ocean in a small box in your wardrobe, back in your house in your Snezhnayan hometown.

Suddenly, you recognized it.

Your heart was hollow as you stepped into the cold winter that fell over the country. It was icy, the frostbiting wind howling over the streets. In your apathetic daze, it meant nothing to you. Your feet dragged you to a certain spot just outside of the village you both grew up in, only one goal in mind;

Finding closure.

You arrived at the lake, a place that appeared in so many of your memories. You glanced around the frozen scenery, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings. You suddenly remembered all the snowmen you and your first love used to make here, the adventures, the thrill of running into a hilichurl for the very first time and how he had protected you. Oh, was that a treehouse you and Ajax had build together?

You had to get out of here.

The silver necklace rested in your tight fist as you stared at the surface of the half frozen over lake, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Then you started running towards the edge of the lake, and with a strangled cry you threw the necklace with all the force you could muster.

By the time it got swallowed by the icy water, you were crying, tears streaking your face as you watched the ripples on the surface until they ceased. Your lungs were burning, your heart ached, but you did it.

You had said goodbye to Ajax for good.

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